I Don't Mind (Phan Fiction)

Waste

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I woke up with a pain in my rear and a cold draft against my stomach. I sat up and opened my eyes to be met with an empty bed. The bedroom door was wide open causing a draft and the blanket was hanging off of me awkwardly. I checked the alarm clock next to the bed and saw that it was eleven in the morning. Next to the clock was a folded up piece of paper with my name on it. I opened it up and read the messily scrawled words.

Hey beautiful, sorry to leave you so soon but I had to head out for a few hours. I'll be back before lunch, help yourself to food and movies, have a nice morning, Phil xx

I smiled to myself before getting out of bed and suddenly realising I was completely naked. Whatever, it's not like anyone's home. Feeling weirdly confident after last nights events, I attempted to make my way to the bathroom only to groan at the pain from my ass and fall back onto the bed, wincing as my butt made contact. I attempted to stand again but only to have the same result. I closed my eyes and groaned extrememly loudly. "Why the fuck did I try again?" I shouted to no one as I shuffled slightly, making it worse. I should not have asked to not be able to walk. At least I'm not dead, I reminded myself, rolling my eyes at my own thought. Wait, why the fuck am I having a fucking conversation in my own head where I am against myself? Okay Dan, now stop. 

"Dan?" A voice called from the hallway as a door closed. Oh shit. Not only am I insanely talking to myself but I am also sprawled out on the bed, compltetely naked, tears in my eyes from the pain in my ass that was caused by that voice.

"Um, I-I, don't c-come in." I stuttered, trying desperately to reach for my boxers but only hissing in pain at the small movement. No more than ten seconds later Phil was stood in the doorway, a smirk on his face, staring down at me.

"What's up, Dan?" he asked innocently but his eyes gave him away. That bastard knows exactly what's wrong.

"Fucking get me my boxers." I mumbled, holding my hands over my groin, no longer feeling the confidence I had when I had woken up.

"Now why would I do that-" Phil took a step closer to me, leaning over my body and moving my hands so that they were pinned above my head on the mattress. "-when you look so fucking good like this." His hot breath against my ear sent shivers through my body and a low moan escaped my lips as he nibbled on my ear lobe. He pulled away not long after and grinned before throwing my boxers at me and busying himself with tidying up the discarded clothes from last night. I slid on my boxers, desperately trying to ignore the pain in my rear before turning my attention to Phil.

"So, where'd you go this morning?" I asked casually, not trying to sound pushy.

"Remember that chick from last night who went off with that guy?" I nodded. "Well turns out he was married so she needed me to pick her up because his wife came home this morning and shit went down."

"Oh, okay." I said, standing up once again. I took a deep breath before taking an awkward step forward and scrunching my eyes up. 

"Need some help there?" Phil asked in a patronising tone. I rolled my eyes at him before shaking my head and taking a couple of steps with my legs at an awkward angle. Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me as I was lifted up onto Phil's shoulder. I gripped onto the back of his top as he began to carry me away, one arm around my knees and the other on my waist.

"Holy fucking shit Phil, put me down!" I screeched, shocked at the sudden action and pain of being bent over his shoulder.

"Nope." Phil said happily. He then slapped my ass, causing me to simultaniously moan in pain and pleasure. "Aww, did Danny underestimate how big my dick is?" he cooed in a mocking tone.