youth

thirty eight ; real life

sexual context during this chapter! do not hesitate to skip if it makes you uncomfortable. its not in full detail, of course, because im not that great of a writer haha

dan and phil stood near to the door, welcoming in people mabel didn't even know. dodie clark is sitting next to her in the back of their apartment, sipping champagne. mabel has a can of cider in her hand, not particularly wanting to drink. she is friends with dodie but not too close.

"how have dan and phil been treating you since you came last week?" the conversation continues as time also does, and dan still does not excuse himself to see mabel.

"pretty good. we've been out a few times, cinema and such." mabel smiles over at dodie before observing her own hands, moving the half empty can of cider in her left. she could barely hear herself think above the music. dodie and mabel don't enjoy big parties like Dan and phil throw, but it gives them both an excuse to be busy.

dan eventually makes his way over to mabel, a slow song playing from the booming grey speakers. "dance with me?" he smiles at dodie and motions his hand out to mabel. she accepts and quick says goodbye to dodie, promising they will talk again.

dan and mabel dance among other couples in his apartment. his hands rest at her hips and her arms rest around his neck. mabel pulls herself close to dan, her head against his chest. he lowers his head to mabels ear. "I want you" he grumbles. mabel could feel her knees weaken at the touch of his hands on her skin. her eyes connect with dans.

"i-ive never um.." she whispers, afraid of what dan will say.

"ill be soft, I promise." he smirks as mabel. a chuckle falls from her pursed lips. she sticks the tip of her tongue out and wets her lips, quickly pressing a hard kiss to dans lips. she tangles her fingers in his hair, messing up his curls. his hands sit on the curve of her butt, subtly caressing her. she quietly moans against his lips which earns a smirk from dan. "won't people hear us dan"

"it's my apartment I can do whatever the fuck I want" he takes her hand and pulls her through the sea of people.

dan opens and closes the door to his room. he pins mabel up against the wall by her wrists, his knee bwtetween her thighs. she leans forwards and bits at his bottom lip, pulling his head towards the wall and kissing him deeply. dan let's go of her wrists and throws his jacket to the floor. mabel holds her hand against his muscular chest, searching for the buttons on his stainless white shirt. he kisses down her neck, sucking on tender skin. mabel pulls off his shirt and pulls away, looking at him. "oh my god you've been working out"

"shut up" dan smirks his hands making their way to the rim of her dress. she quickly lifts her arms up and dan pulls off her dress. "fuck you look good. I'm good at choosing" dan says with pride in his voice. he roughly kisses mabel, pushing her up against the wall. he unbuckles his belt and let's his bottoms fall to his feet, curling his toes and slinging them somewhere. mabel straddles dans hips, hovering over his calvin klein boxers. he carries her over to his bed.

dan's wet lips press kisses down mabel's body. his tongue trails around her chest. unclasping the bra he clasped for her, he throws it to an unknown location in the room. his cold hands press against her chest, his name slipping from mabel's lips.

"i want you to scream my name, tell everyone you're mine"

what the fuck did I just write
also my v first time writing anything like that, praying it wasnt shitty skekkr