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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF

WARNINGS: Recreational smoking 🌿, doesn't go into detail, all fluff, Primo being a dad, Phantom being sweet, cute, and nice. Just a good old innocent mutual crush. Not proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes with keeping it GN, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it!

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"Good morning Papa." You greet Primo with a smile, carefully setting down the cup of tea you had brought him on his work bench.

"Good morning il mio Bambino." He responds softly, completely engrossed in his task of pruning one of his many bonsai trees. "When you get a moment my dear would you be able to do me a small favor?" You breathed out an amused sigh. You had been Primo's assistant for a while, enjoying the slow pace of working with the eldest Emeritus brother.

"Papa, you don't need to ask." You giggle, bringing a smile to the older man's face. "Anything you need I'll take care of, don't worry."

"You truly are too good to me." He shoots you a wink causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "There's some produce that needs harvesting in the greenhouse. I was hoping I could have your assistance collecting it all."

"Of course. Let me just make sure I don't have any paperwork to file first." You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you pass, leaving him to finish his pruning. You fell into the chair at your desk with a sigh, flipping your letter opener around in your hand to sort through the daily mail. You paused as something caught your eye. A single sunflower sat at the edge of your desk. You picked it up curiously, a smile finding its way to your lips as you spun the stem between your fingers. "Thank you for the flower Papa!" You call into his office. You hear the scraping of his chair against the wooden floor, Primo emerging in the doorway moments later.

You glance over your shoulder as you hear him chuckle. "That flower isn't from me, my dear." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Perhaps you've caught the attention of someone special, hm?" You couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks as you giggled.

"I doubt that," you state with a wistful tone as you continue to admire the flower in your hand, "I'm pretty plain compared to a lot of the other Siblings. This was probably supposed to be a gift for you if anything."

"I'd like you to keep it regardless." He gently pats the top of your head. "And you are not plain. You have a smile that could light up any room, a laugh so melodic it would rival Cirrus' piano. You're a kind, beautiful soul inside and out. Not to mention your Papa's favorite." He teases with a wink.

"Thank you Papa." He holds out his arm for you to take.

"Come il mio bambino, we have a lot of work to do." You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to prattle on about whatever came to his mind as you made your way to the greenhouse together. No matter the task, working with Primo always managed to put a smile on your face. Over your time as his assistant you had grown quite close to him, Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The two of you would sit and chat about everything while you worked; filling each other in on the gossip you heard around the Abbey, Primo telling you stories of when he was in his prime, both of you unwinding with a nice cup of tea at the end of the day in his cozy office. Today was no different. You were both droning on about how, somehow, Sister Imperator had been even more stern than usual lately.

"Maybe you should offer her a joint, it might help her stop being so uptight all the time." Primo chuckles at your statement.

"You might be right, I heard she used to be quite the stoner in her day." You both paused at the sound of the greenhouse door slowly creaking open. Primo began to stand, you motioned for him not to trouble himself.

"I'll go see who it is Papa, it's probably just one of the Siblings from the kitchen." You rise with a groan, meticulously pulling off your work gloves before stuffing them into your pocket. As you approached the entrance you were met with the sight of a Ghoul curiously looking over the plants. He froze the moment he picked up on your presence, like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to be. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was you who emerged from the greenery and not the eldest Emeritus. "Phantom?"

"Hey." He returns your greeting with a sharp smile, fangs glinting in the bright afternoon sun that glimmered through the glass roof. "I was sent to ask Primo about some of his tea." He nervously shifts his weight between his feet.

"Oh, he's right back here actually." You motioned for him to follow you. Phantom takes a couple long strides, allowing himself to walk by your side. "You help in the greenhouse too?" He asks genuinely. You nod, giving him a small smile.

"I work pretty much wherever Primo needs me." You chuckle softly. "If I'm being honest I'd rather be out here than at my desk, it gets awfully stuffy in there sometimes." You whisper to him, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. You found Primo still diligently harvesting the produce you had left him with. "Papa, Phantom needs to ask you about some tea."

"Papa," Phantom bows his head slightly in a polite greeting, "Copia sent me. He's having, uh… that problem again. He said you'd know what I meant." His eyes widened slightly as he waited for Primo to remember what particular ailment he was referring to.

"Right," Primo claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the senna." Once Primo is out of view Phantom's attention immediately shifts back to you.

"What are you two harvesting?" You smile at his curiosity, aside from Primo and the other Siblings that helped in the gardens no one ever seemed interested about the work you did in here.

"Berries mostly." He trails closely behind you as you return to the plant you had been previously seated in front of. "The raspberries came out wonderful this year, I don't think we've ever had this big of a crop." Phantom kneels next to you in the dirt, eyes darting between your hands as they worked and your face.

"Can I ask a silly question?" He inquires sheepishly.

"There are no silly questions." You give him a reassuring smile, gently bumping your shoulder against his.

"What do raspberries taste like?" You paused. You had gotten so used to seeing Phantom dart around the Abbey that you had forgotten he had only been summoned a little while ago. Something as simple and well enjoyed by you he had never experienced before.

"Would you like to try one?" He nods eagerly. You search through the bush, looking for the best looking berry you could find. You carefully held it between your fingers as you offered it to him. "Now, I'm going to warn you, they have seeds and they're kind of fuzzy." He squints at the fruit, bright violet eyes analyzing it closely. He takes the berry between his teeth, taking extra care to make sure his fangs didn't accidentally graze your fingers. He chewed it slowly, eyes never leaving your face.

"It's good… sweet." He smiles proudly at his small triumph. His gaze travels to the top of your head. "You, uh, have a leaf." He points to your hair. You attempt to brush it away on your own but you could tell by the expression he was giving you that it was still there. He cautiously reaches towards you, untangling it from your strands before discarding it on the ground. His eyes scan over your features, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes the disturbed hair back into place. "Beautiful." You let out a flustered giggle. You both jump as Primo speaks up.

"This should take care of Copia's problem." He holds out a jar of herbs to Phantom. Seeing both of your bashful states he pauses. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He gives you a smug grin.

"No Papa, we were just talking." You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

"Thank you for the tea Papa. (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He flashes you another dazzling smile before making his leave. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing after him as he left, turning back to Primo once he fully stepped out of sight. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the shit eating grin he wore

"Don't look at me like that." You tried to hide your flustered state.

"I see we fancy ourselves a Quintessence Ghoul, do we?" He returns to the plant at your side with a laugh.

"We were just talking Papa." You reiterate again to try and get your point across.

"Just talking wouldn't cause the two of you to jump like that my dear. I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He addresses the matter casually.

"Papa!" You exclaim through a giggle.

"Fine, fine." He accepts defeat, holding up his hands in surrender. "But, when you do finally come to terms with the fact you're attracted to him, I'll be here to talk." He smiles patiently.

You laugh and shake your head, "I don't have a crush on Phantom, it's just…" you trailed off for a moment. You couldn't exactly put into words how you felt. You had always been pretty close with all of the Ghouls, so when the newest members were summoned you were one of the first to be introduced. When you had first met Phantom he was timid, still feeling somewhat awkward in his more humanoid form.

"Walk me through what you're thinking tesoro, maybe I can help you sort things out." You both kept busy as you talked, knowing if you actually allowed yourself to focus on the words spilling from your lips you would end up overthinking.

"He's very easy for me to talk to. It took me a while to form the friendships that I have, but with him it almost felt effortless. The first night I met him there was something about him that was just so… captivating. He was unlike any person or Ghoul I had ever met." You explain.

"You two definitely seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. Up until he met you I don't think I had ever really seen Phantom interact with any of the Siblings, he mostly kept to himself. Perhaps there are a few members of his pack he's close to, but compared to the rest of Copia's Ghouls he seems a bit reserved." Primo remarks.

"That's the thing Papa… he's not." You thought back to one of the times it had just been the two of you. "Phantom is loud, boisterous, confident." His infectious laugh echoed through your memories, bringing a smile to his face. It wasn't uncommon for Phantom to coincidentally stumble across you smoking alone in the garden, enjoying the twinkling starlight as the pungent smell of herb filled the air. Being with him only added to the dizzying head rush you had. Gazing into his eyes felt like you were running through a field of lavender, his fingers bumping against yours making your pulse thrum in your ears, entirely consumed by the image of him mere inches away from you. The two of you in your own world together as you resisted the urge to lean into him. You were snapped from your day dream as a thorn pricked your finger, you winced slightly, letting out an exasperated sigh as reality set in once more. "Him and I just get along really well, that's all." Primo just smiled knowingly. He had seen that far off look in your eyes many times before; pining Siblings stumbling into his confessional to pour their heart and soul out to him over a friend who they swore would never be anything more than just that. You didn't say much for the rest of the afternoon, the memory of Phantom playing repeatedly in your mind as you tried to convince yourself none of that mattered.

"I'll see you in the morning." Primo waves over his shoulder as the two of you part ways in the halls. You headed back to his office, having a few things to check on before fully retiring for the evening. You look behind you as you hear another set of footsteps join your own in the empty corridor. You were a bit surprised to see none other than the Ghoul occupying your every thought round the corner. You smile at the sight of him, pausing to let him catch up.

"Copia wanted me to bring Primo a thank you note for the tea." You found yourself shoving your hands deep in your pockets, the slight brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through your body, causing you to have an urge you didn't dare give into.

"Primo decided to turn in a little early tonight…" you trail off, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "But, I am heading down to his office now. I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk with me."

"I would love to." He smiles down at you. You blush, quickly darting your eyes down to your feet so hopefully he wouldn't catch your flustered expression. "You seem nervous." You remarked how that was a statement, not a question. You flashed him your most convincing smile, trying to shove your anxiety away so he wouldn't worry.

"It's just been a long day. I'm not really feeling fully… myself, I guess." You found yourself wanting to be honest with him the more you spoke. There was something about being with him that made you feel so undeniably safe that you couldn't lie about how you were feeling. The question flashed through your mind about whether or not Quintessence Ghouls possessed some type of mind control power to make you tell the truth. You noticed him glance over at you out of the corner of your eye. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." You slid into your chair as you arrived at Primo's office, Phantom perching himself on the edge of the desk at your side.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly chimes. Your stomach decided to answer before you had a chance to, giving off a low angry growl over your hunger. "I'll take that as a no." Phantom chuckles. You return his laugh as you open some of the new letters that had appeared on your desk. You groaned as you recognized Sister Imperator's neat script.

"What now?" Phantom's brow furrowed at your distress. "Great, another meeting with Nihil, Papa's going to be thrilled." You drop your head into your desk with a groan. You felt Phantom's warm head slide across your back, rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. You reluctantly picked up the receiver of the old rotary phone, dialing the number for Primo's quarters as you propped your chin up in your hand. "Hi Papa." He sighed at the tone you greeted him with, already knowing what was in store for him. "We have a meeting with your Father." You held the receiver away from your ear as a loud string of Italian curses exploded out of it. "I'll be there in ten minutes." You inform him before hanging up. "I'm sorry to run off-"

"It's alright." He cuts you off, grimacing slightly as he realized he had done so. "Are you going to be in the garden tonight?"

You nodded slowly, "probably. I'm sure I'm going to need to unwind after this." You stand with a groan. You collect your belongings, smiling at Phantom as you turn to leave. In a moment of boldness, more than likely brought in by the aggravation of having to deal with Sister, you paused. "These meetings usually take about two hours. I'd really like to see you tonight if you have time."

"I'll be there." He responds eagerly. You try your best to hide your excited smile as you hurry off to meet Primo. The second you entered his quarters he noticed your change in attitude.

"Well, what do we have here? You seem awfully happy my dear." You met Primo's gaze in his reflection. His papal paint half done, still dressed in his gardening clothes. "Might I venture a guess this has something to do with a certain Ghoul?" You knew there was no lying to him in your current state.

"I may or may not be seeing Phantom after our meeting tonight." You spit out your statement hurriedly, knowing he was going to make a big deal about it.

"Hm," he hums, grinning at you, "sounds like a nice little date to unwind after a stressful day, no?" You haphazardly comb your fingers through your hair, trying your best to appear somewhat decent.

"It's not a date Papa, just two friends meeting up." He chuckles at your response.

"Tell me tomorrow if your feelings on that subject have changed." You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief for how sure he was of himself. You helped him shrug into his Papal robes before heading to the never ending meeting. Every second felt like an hour, your eyes practically glued to the clock as you waited for the meeting to come to a close.

"You are dismissed." The second Nihil groaned out the words you bolted for the door, not missing Primo's amused expression on your way out. You headed straight for the garden, expertly winding your way to the spot where you and Phantom always managed to run into each other. A smile instantly spread across your features at the sight of him. He had set out a blanket in the pathway, a small spread of various foods set out for the two of you.

"What's all this?" You ask with a soft laugh as you approach him.

His eyes darted to the ground nervously, you noticed him swaying on his heels slightly as he spoke. "Well, I know you haven't eaten so I wanted to bring you some food. I didn't know what you liked so I asked Mountain and well…" He trails off, motioning to the spontaneous picnic. "I was thinking maybe you and I could have some dinner together?"

"I would love to have dinner with you, Phantom." He beams at your response, excitement immediately overtaking his nerves as he motions for you to sit. You sat and talked with Phantom for hours, your body and mind feeling lighter the longer you spent with him. As time passed the two of you eventually cleared off the blanket, opting to lay side by side to gaze up at the stars, a lit joint passed between the two of you. You watched the smoke curl high into the air, the warmth of Phantom's body seeking into your shoulder.

"I really like spending time with you." He speaks up suddenly. You blush at his statement, feeling his fingers ghost over yours both of your hands intertwined carefully. You didn't need to respond, he knew you felt the same way. The two of you took turns pointing out different constellations you recognized until, eventually, you decided you should probably get back to your dorm. Phantom's fingers remained intertwined with yours as he stood, hoisting you from the ground after him. You stumble slightly, falling into his chest. You felt the quick, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under his palm. His free hand lands on your waist to steady you. Your eyes snapped up to his, they glowed a beautiful violet in the moonlight.

"Sorry." You giggle nervously. He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"No need to apologize, are you alright?" You nod, both of you blushing and mumbling out an apology as you realized you were still holding onto each other, taking a moment to separate. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence through the halls until you reached your dorm. You stood across from each other in front of your door, nervously swaying in your heels. "That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime."

"I'd like that." Both of you searched for something, anything at all to say, to stay with each other just a few moments longer. But nothing came to mind. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He smiles at you, beginning to turn away. You reach out, catching his wrist in your hand. He looks back at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. You stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Phantom." You take one final glance at him before you slip into your room. You fell into your bed with a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "He's so handsome." You groan to your empty room. You let your arms fall out to the side, staring blankly up at your system as you remembered Primo's words from earlier. "I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of my dear." You grimaced, that old man really could read you like an open book. You got ready for bed, dreading talking Primo tomorrow that he was right. But you needed advice. You had never taken the whole romance thing into consideration. Sure, you had dated a few people in the past, but none of those relationships really went past the honeymoon phase or initial hookup. You could already tell that if by some miracle Phantom did reciprocate your feelings this wouldn't be a simple fling. You woke with a start, getting into your overalls as you prepared for a long day weeding the flowerbeds. As you entered the garden you found Primo already waiting for me, a cup of tea waiting for you on the bench next to him.

"Good morning il mio bambino." He greets you with a smile. "These were left on your desk this morning." He picked up three white roses, all tied together with a purple ribbon.

"Was there any note?" He shook his head. You held the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent with a smile. "I'm going to put these in some water." You quickly run to the greenhouse, placing the blooms in a vase so you could take them home later before returning to Primo. You picked up the tea cup he had set out for you, sitting by his side and enjoying the stillness of the early morning air.

"So, how did last night go?" He prods.

You sigh, "it was perfect, I don't know what else to say about it." You chuckle.

"Are you still trying to keep up the façade that you're just friends?" He asks before taking a long sip of his tea.

"As much as I would like to, I don't think I can." You admit with a bashful laugh. "I've definitely got a bit of a crush on him." You spent a good portion of your morning catching Primo up on the events of the night prior.

He looks at you with an amused smile, "dare I say I think he might be feeling the same towards you my dear." He grins.

"I hope so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide this from him." Primo collects your cup from you as you finish your drink.

"Well you'll have plenty of time to think things over tesoro. Enjoy the flirting, romance is supposed to be fun, you should be basking in the glow of young love." You blush, shaking your head as you playfully roll your eyes.

"I'm going to get started out here, I'll come check on you in a couple hours." He pays your head before heading to his office.

"Don't work too hard." He calls over his shoulder as he disappears from the garden, allowing you to get to work.

"Well what do we have here." You jump slightly as Mountain bounds up beside you, a basket of vegetables perched on his hip.

"Hey Mount." Your hand claps into his as he helps you out of the dirt.

"Primo's got you on weeding duty today?" He asks, a bit confused. Weeding was usually a job saved for new Siblings, Primo believing in a hierarchy of sorts until they got settled in.

"I needed a task that would let me reflect on my feelings." You preach back to him in your best Papa impression. "He's had some suspicions that are proving to be correct."

"Everything alright?" He motions for you to walk with him.

"Yeah." You trail off for a moment. "If I tell you something, can you promise it'll stay between us?"

"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He nudges you.

"So, there's been someone leaving flowers on my desk the past couple days. Which is super sweet, but I need to find out who it is. Recently I've… come to terms with the fact I have feelings for someone." You chose your words carefully, hesitant to give away who the object of your affection was despite the fact you knew you would end up telling him regardless. "Then on top of that I don't want to say anything to this other person because they might not feel the same."

"First off, I wouldn't worry about confessing your feelings. You're amazing, whoever it is would be so lucky to have earned your affection. Regardless of the answer I'm sure everything will work out for the best. And if you want to know who's getting you flowers, maybe hideout in the greenhouse, they're bound to show up sooner or later." You nodded, that wasn't a terrible plan. "Now, the real question is, who's your secret crush?" He asks in a teasing tone.

"Promise you won't say anything?" You felt ridiculous, you felt like you were in high school all over again. You were a grown adult acting like a teenage girl. Yet you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of him.

"You have my word." Mountain promises.

"It's Phantom." He pauses, looking down at you with the biggest smile. "What?"

"You have to tell him, the two of you would be such a great couple!" You attempt to stutter out a response, Mountain's bluntness getting you completely fluttered. "Seriously though, I think it would be worth a shot telling him. You never know, maybe he could've been your secret admirer the whole time." He chuckles before the two of you parted ways. You headed to Primo's office, already having gotten a good deal of weeding done today. You pushed through his office door with a groan.

"Good afternoon my dear." He greets you jovially despite not looking up from his paperwork. A pair of thin, wire framed reading glasses sat perched on the end of his nose.

"Afternoon Papa, do you need me to take care of anything?" You refill his glass of water in his desk.

"Actually there is, I have a stack of hymns that need to be returned to the music hall. It took me a while to decide which ones I wanted for mass this week." He chortles. You accepted the stack from him with a smile. "When you return we'll have so tea, I believe you're due for a break."

"Of course Papa, I'll be right back." You read through the stack of sheet music as you walk through the halls, humming the melodies presented before you. You kicked open the door to the music hall with your foot. Your ears were instantly met with an all too familiar tune. You glanced up to find Phantom perched at the edge of the stage, his usual black guitar resting comfortably over his thigh as he rehearsed by himself. You sit yourself in one of the chairs in the room, watching as his fingers effortlessly moved across the fret board. He jumped slightly when he noticed you were there.

"Now how did I end up with such a pretty audience." He flashes his fangs at you as a wide grin spreads across his features.

"No matter how many times I see you play you always amaze me. You're so talented." You compliment him, earning a bashful chuckle that made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you." He stands, slowly striding over to you. "Now what brings you all the way down here." You held up the stack of papers.

"Primo needs these returned." Phantom takes the stack from you, knowing howuch of a pain organizing hymns tended to be.

"Want some help? I'm pretty familiar with how Cumulus has it set up in here." He offers.

"That would be great, I'd be here all night doing this by myself." You joke. Phantom clicks on the radio, some oldies station buzzing to life. He slings an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the filing cabinet where the hymns were stored. Phantom seemed much more relaxed than normal today. He was consistently making jokes, the two of you idly chatting as you sorted everything away. "I love this song!" You exclaim, turning up the volume of the radio. You swayed around the room, humming along with the tune. Phantom chuckles at your excitement. He sets his remaining sheet music down, stepping closer to you so he could pull you towards him. You laugh, letting your fingers intertwine with his as the other slides over his shoulder. The two of you swayed along with the rhythm, Phantom giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. He spun you around, causing you to giggle. "I didn't know you could dance."

"I wanted to learn to impress someone I like." He winks at you, both of you letting out bashful laughter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for band practice." Sodo leans against the doorframe, eyes darting between the two of you. Phantom reluctantly released his hold on you, holding your hand a few moments longer than necessary before joining the other Ghoul.

"I'll see you soon." He promises.

"Bye Phantom." You smile at him, waving to Sodo as they both leave. You finish filing away the hymns, clicking off the radio before heading back to Primo's office. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the feeling of Phantom holding you close clouding your every thought. You had decided to take Mountain's advice of waiting in the greenhouse, wanting to tell your secret admirer that you already had your eye on someone else. So, once you had said goodnight to Primo, you slipped out into the gardens in hope of capturing the mysterious florist in the act. You hid in a relatively secluded corner, tucked away behind some lush bushes where you couldn't be seen. Luckily you didn't have to wait long for them to show up. You heard their soft humming approach where you were. The soft snips of pruning shears as they collected their flowers. Your eyebrows knitted together as you realized that this was a voice you recognized. You peeked out from your hiding place. You smiled softly at the sight before you, stepping out into the open, you cleared your throat.

Phantom's eyes shot up to you, he froze as he realized he had been caught. He looks nervously between you and the flowers he held in his hand. His mouth fell open but no words came out at first. When, finally, through all his nerves he actually takes a moment to look at you. Your whole face lit up with a smile, eyes searching his face as you waited for him to say anything. He couldn't believe how cute you looked as you nervously wrung your hands. He stands, offering a small bouquet of red chrysanthemums. "I'm assuming you've been getting my flowers." He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the bunch, gazing it down in awe before placing them off to the side. Your body moved purely on instinct, arms sliding around Phantom's waist as you pulled him into a hug. He tenses up for a moment before wrapping you tightly in his embrace.

"They've all been beautiful." You mumble against his chest. You slowly separated from each other, his gaze catching yours. He smiles warmly at you, those gorgeous, glowing purple eyes causing you to melt.

He gently takes your chin between his fingers. "I feel… strange whenever I'm around you." He admits, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Strange how?" You ask through a smile, laughing as he tugs you closer.

"Sweaty mostly." He jokes. "You make me nervous in a good way." He continues to ponder out loud. "My heart starts to beat really fast, and all I can think about is reaching out to hold you… what kissing you would be like." You blush at his admission.

"You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." Your voice shook as you spoke, a soft breathy laugh punctuating your statement. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face.

"I'm sorry if I'm not any good at this." He chuckles.

"Just follow my lead." You tease, your hands sliding up his chest and into his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed into yours. A satisfied hum left your lips as you pushed your body into his. He held you tightly, as if he let you go you would disappear before his eyes. The kiss started out slow, you slowly guided him through the motions. You had found out that Phantom was a very quick learner. His pace gradually increased, the kiss growing more passionate by the second as he grew addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back with a gasp, both of you panting softly. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before Phantom's lips were back on yours, earning a surprised squeak as he pulled you flush against him one more. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged.

"That was nice." He chuckles. He places another few short pecks to your lips causing you to laugh softly.

"Does this mean you won't be bringing me flowers anymore?" You laugh.

"Sweetheart, I'll bring you flowers everyday if you want me to." He says with a smile as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss.

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bupia · 1 year ago

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13 and 42 with phantom pls

LICKING

"Makes me want to wreck you." “So excited already…”

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: Phantom has a FORKED TONGUE! swearing; licking: oral sex; teasing; nipple play)

Available on AO3

Day 16 | Day 18

"You're fibbing with me," you giggled.

"Why would I lie about that?" Phantom asked.

"Because it's hard to believe!" you retorted.

"But I really have it!" he exclaimed.

"Then prove it!" you insisted.

Sitting on one of the chapel's benches, you crossed your legs and arms in front of him. Phantom sighed and removed his helmet, placing it on your lap. You leaned on it, staring at him as he knelt before you. Slowly, he opened his mouth, revealing his forked tongue.

"Oh, my Satan!" you exclaimed, taken aback. You set his helmet aside and leaned closer to him, holding his face in your hands. "You were telling the truth! That's incredible!"

"I told you I wasn't lying," he replied.

"Can you control it? Do they move together?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

"What do you mean..." Phantom started to answer but stopped as he darted his tongue out of his mouth, moving it up and down. "Of course, they move together!"

"I'm sorry, okay? It looks like two separate parts!"

"Well, they're not, and I can move it as one," he said, demonstrating by smoothly moving his forked tongue from side to side.

"And how does it work?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"What do you mean, 'how does it work'? It's a regular tongue!" Phantom replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"It doesn't look normal to me! You have something like two tongues!"

"It's not... They're not two!" he laughed, wiggling his forked tongue in a playful manner. "It's one, it's just... forked."

"Okay... But how does it feel?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Normal?" Phantom replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean, how does it feel to have things on your tongue, I don't know!" you added.

"Like... using it?" he inquired.

"Yeah! Like... licking something, do you lick things?"

"Why would I lick... I'm not a fly, I'm a ghoul!" he chuckled.

"Do flies lick things?"

"I don't know!" he laughed even louder. "But explain to me, what did you mean."

"I don't know, I guess I'm wondering if it feels different..." you said.

"Give me your hand," he said.

You extended your hand to him, watching as he grabbed it. Slowly, he lowered his head and licked the back of your hand. You froze on the bench, surprised by the unexpected gesture. It didn't feel that different from a regular tongue; the texture was the same. But it was the manner in which he did it, and especially the fact that he was doing it.

"So how was it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I... I... I think..."

"Do you want me to do it again?" he teased.

"Maybe..."

Phantom gave you a sly smirk and lowered his face once again. He gently turned your hand and licked the palm of it, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath caught in your throat, and you practically melted under the sensation, unable to resist the allure of his tongue.

"What about now?" Phantom asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Feels good..." you replied.

"Yeah?" he chuckled wickedly, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Should I keep going?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Please," you urged.

"Should we try other places?"

"Yes."

He drew closer to you, his strong arms encircling your waist and pulling you in. His face neared your neck, and you could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. Your hand reached for the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair, while the other gripped the edge of the bench you were sitting on. Phantom hummed and pressed his lips gently to your skin, intensifying the sensation. His soft, warm kisses traced along your sensitive neck, causing you to squeak and tighten your grip on his hair.

He then opened his mouth, his warm breath sighing close to your neck, making you squirm in response. He brought you even closer to him as he licked your neck, the sensation slow and gentle. Your head tilted back, and you sighed in pleasure as he continued to explore the expanse of your neck. His mouth moved to different spots, planting soft kisses and lapping at your skin, starting gently and then growing more fervent. The sensations sent a fiery passion coursing through you, especially between your legs, where the intensity was almost overwhelming. The pleasure was intoxicating, leaving you lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

"Phan... tom..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire.

"Hm?" he hummed, planting one more kiss on your neck.

"You are... right..." you said, your words coming out in a heated whisper.

He withdrew his face from your neck and looked into your eyes. "Right about what?"

"It's normal..." you confessed.

Phantom chuckled, and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. You removed your hand from his head and moved your hands to the back of your habit, unzipping it. His eyes followed your movements, locked on your every action as you pulled the sleeves down from your shoulders, leaving your chest exposed. His gaze was fixated on your bare skin, and his grip on your waist tightened.

"But I was wondering," you said, your hands now moving to your chest as you looked at him, your eyes filled with longing. "How it would feel here..."

"I'll show you," Phantom said with a seductive confidence.

He leaned in, his face inching closer to one of your nipples, and he planted a sensual kiss on it. His eyes locked onto yours as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. You gasped in pleasure, and he responded with a sly smile before biting it delicately. He then closed his eyes and pressed his lips more ardently against your nipples, causing you to arch your back against the bench, lost in the intoxicating sensations.

Phantom continued licking it and flicking it with his agile tongue. Soft moans escaped your lips, and your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him even closer to your chest. The combination of his velvety tongue and warm breath against your sensitive skin heightened your arousal with every passing moment. You arched your back, your nails digging into his neck as you surrendered to the pleasure.

"That's... definitely... better..." you gasped for air, your legs trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through your body.

His fingers trailed up your side, igniting shivers of pleasure across your skin, and you felt the middle of his forked tongue teasing and playing with your nipples in a tantalizing dance. The sensation sent your body aflame, a burning desire for more consuming your thoughts. You pushed Phantom away from your chest, but he didn't budge an inch. You placed your hand on his cheek, and he turned his head to meet your touch.

Your hand trailed down his jawline, and you traced your finger along his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, and you slid your finger inside, savoring the sensation of his soft, wet tongue against your fingertips. A low, longing moan escaped your lips, and your other hand found its place on his shoulder. Leaning forward, you met his lips with your own, and your tongues engaged in a sensuous, passionate dance, further deepening the desire between you.

He slid his hand between your legs, his palm pressing against your groin. A delighted sigh escaped your lips, and your hips instinctively bucked forward. He broke the kiss and gazed at you with lust-filled eyes, to which you responded with a sultry smile.

"May I try my tongue here too?" he asked, his other hand starting to lift your habit.

"P-Please..." you stammered, overcome by desire.

His hand slipped under your habit, and he lifted it to reveal your underwear. You could feel the heat radiating off your aching core. Phantom smiled mischievously as he saw your arousal through the fabric. He ran his fingers over your wetness through the fabric, and you whimpered in delight. Slowly, he slid his fingers underneath your underwear, tracing the outline of your folds. You let out another moan, and he gave you a devilish grin.

"It seems that I'm going to have to remove these," he said, sliding his fingers further underneath your underwear. "You're already so excited... It's so hot here..."

He brought his fingers to his lips, and eagerly sucked them clean. He slowly pulled your underwear down, revealing your wetness. The cool air hit your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. He lowered his head, kissing your inner thigh. He licked his lips hungrily, and then gently kissed your mound. You let out a gasp, and your legs tensed as his tongue flicked over your clit. Phantom slowly parted your folds, and ran his tongue along your slit.

"Ah... Phan..." you let out a gasp. "Your tongue feels amazing down there too..."

He giggled sending vibrations through your core. His tongue made contact with your clit once again, flickering his tongue back and forth across it, making you squirm in pleasure. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer into you.

"Mmm..." you purred. "Please... Just like that, don't stop, Phan... It feels so good..."

You felt his forked tongue delicately caressing your clit, its twin tips working together in an arousing dance that sent waves of pleasure through your body. Your knees nearly buckled, you bit your lip keep from screaming. He teased you mercilessly, you pulled his hair hard, and he released your clit.

"You taste delicious," he whispered with unbridled lust, his gaze locked onto you. "I could eat you forever, or maybe wreck you... your delicious pussy makes me want to wreck you."

"Please..." you whimpered, begging.

He grinned devilishly and dove back in, his tongue working faster on your clit. The dexterity of his forked tongue allowed him to simultaneously stimulate both sides of it, and he eagerly opened his mouth wider to suck your clit into his warm, wet mouth. Overwhelmed by the intense sensations, you couldn't help but let out a loud whimper, your legs instinctively spreading wider to give him better access.

You closed your eyes and surrendered to the incredible sensations coursing through your body. Your hands clenched the edge of the bench, your hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of his tantalizing tongue. Phantom responded by sucking harder, his twin tips of the forked tongue dancing skillfully across your clit, and his hands gripping your thighs firmly, holding you in place as the pleasure intensified.

"Ah-Ah... Ph-Ahn... Yes... Fuck...!" you cried out, your voice filled with pleasure, and your eyes opened wide with desire. "Don't stop, please, don't stop..."

Phantom continued to work his forked tongue on your clit, and you cried out again, your head thrown back as you rode the wave of pleasure. He pulled you closer, bringing his face flush with your intimate folds, and he began to suck even harder. You let out a long, unrestrained moan as his tongue expertly swirled around your sensitive clit, pushing you further into the throes of ecstasy.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" you screamed out in a passionate plea, your desire and pleasure escalating to new heights.

He lowered his mouth, descending to your entrance. His tongue slid inside you, and you felt his nose gently rubbing against your clit. As the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive nub, you moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. Phantom sucked on it with increasing intensity, his teeth grazing it ever so slightly.

"Oh, Satan! I'm going to cum!" you exclaimed in ecstatic pleasure, your voice filled with the urgency of your impending climax.

He didn't stop, and his relentless, insistent suction continued. You felt yourself on the brink, desperately trying to hold back your impending orgasm, but it was building up quickly, unstoppable. His hands squeezed your thighs even tighter, and he began to grind his face against your core, his nose still brushing against your clit and sending delicious tingles throughout your body.

You were getting closer and closer, your grip on the bench tightening, your hips bucking in rhythm with his tongue, and your walls quivered in response to his fervent lapping.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" you cried out as you felt his tongue moving in and out of you, the sensations becoming overwhelming as your orgasm approached.

He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, your whole body tensing up as your orgasm finally overtook you. You cried out, your voice filled with pleasure, and your entire body convulsed in bliss. Your juices flooded his mouth, and he eagerly drank down every last drop, not stopping until you were completely satisfied. His face glistened with your essence, and he looked up at you with a satisfied grin, the intensity of your pleasure reflected in his eyes.

He stood up, and your eyes were immediately drawn to the noticeable bulge in his pants, clear evidence of his own arousal. Unable to resist, you extended your hand, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his hardness. His eyes burned with desire, and his arousal twitched under your touch.

"Maybe it's my turn now to show you how my tongue would feel?" you suggested, tilting your head playfully, a teasing grin on your lips, as you hinted at what was to come.