Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

twenty five

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DAN

After last night, I felt so much more comfortable with Phil. I still wasn't comfortable in myself, though and that made me so annoyed.

//smut//

I sighed contentedly as Phil wrapped his arms around my body, wincing slightly as he rubbed and pushed on some cuts and bruises. But it was a nice contact. It felt safe.

I smiled softly as I felt him press his body closer against mine, us fitting together practically perfectly. He smelled so much like him in that moment and I absolutely adored it.

He gently presses kisses to my neck, causing me to squeal at the contact on my sensitive skin.

I could feel him smile against me before he reached his head up, gently pressing his lips to my own. I tensed slightly at the contact before almost immediately melting into the kiss. He grabbed my hips, turning me onto my side to face him. Everything he did was gentle, and I could tell he was doing anything to make me comfortable. My heart swelled with affection for him. He made me feel loved, a feat no one had been capable of before.

He moved his lips against mine, slow and caring and full of emotions. I decided to be bold and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging his head closer to mine. But he pulled back, causing me to frown.

"I-I'm sorry, Phil. Did I-I make y-you uncomfortable? I'm sorry-" I began, terrified I had messed up.

"No, no of course not, Danny. I just-" he sighed, looking me in the eyes. "Are you sure about this? Like, are you doing this because you want to or because I do? I don't want you to feel like you need to do anything for me that you aren't happy with, okay?"

I nodded slowly. "I-" I looked at him, my face flushing at what I wanted to say. "N-never mind, it's stupid."

"No, Dan- please tell me. I want to do anything I can to make you happy. Please." He grabbed my hands, gently squeezing them. I shuddered out a breath, nodding.

"Can we- d-do more than j-just kissing?"

Phil blinked in surprise before nodding after a moment.

"If you want to, I just- are you sure? After what happened, and-"

"Y-yeah, I-I want to... With you," I managed to say, despite my overwhelming nerves. He smiled reassuringly at me, pushing my chest so that my back was on the bed, him crawling onto me and straddling my lap. I let out a shaky sigh, reaching up and holding his hips nervously. I wanted this, I really did. But at the same time I was terrified.

Phil leaned down, pressing wet kisses to my neck and jaw causing me to shudder. I felt him focus at one spot before nipping and sucking at it gently, for sure leaving a small bruise. I was usually against any and all contact to my neck, but this was different. It felt so- so good. I craned my neck, signalling for him to continue.

And he did.

And then his hips began to move against mine.

I gasped quietly at the unexpected movement, his hips rolling and grinding slowly against mine, causing me to let out a quiet curse. I could feel a slight panic seep in, but I felt safe. I knew Phil wouldn't hurt me, that he would stop the second I told him to. That he would take good care of me.