Phantom telling female reader “you were great last night…” like he was just expecting a one night stand but now he’s enveloped???

justwritingscibbles:

How far has he fallen?
When did he fall? And just how deep did this connection run? 
Phantom wasn’t sure. However, he was enjoying the ride and he wasn’t about to let you leave so quickly. 
With your clothes scattered about the room; hair messy and your make-up a little smudged; Phantom found many reasons for you to try and stay a little longer. 
He had made sure to run into you again; especially after his first night with you. Now he was hooked. And he wanted so much more. 

“You were great last night..” Phantom hummed, trailing his fingers along your shoulder. His arms around you as you cuddling into his side. He liked the feeling of you in his arms. It was comforting. A sensation he hasn’t felt since he started his Collection. 

“You were too. I think I need your number to make this a more regular thing.” You said, making Phantom chuckle with the little wink you flashed at him. 
Oh yes, he had fallen hard. 

“I think I can arrange that, Kitten. I would prefer you to call me whenever you need a particular itch scratched.” Phantom hissed playfully. His hips jerking against yours as he squeezed your body. Biting your shoulder harshly as you laughed. 

“I’m sure you would,” Your voice trailed off and Phantom rested his chin against your shoulder. Watching you as you visibly struggled with something on your tongue. “I… would like that too. This becoming a regular thing…” 

Phantom’s chest soared with your words. But his composure remained calm, curling a smug smile on his lips. 
“Oh? Then lets do it. How about we make it a little more formal. Dinner friday?” Phantom kept his smile in place when your surprised gaze turned to him. 
Had he overstepped? 
Were you not feeling the same way?! 

“I would… like that. 7:30?” You asked, biting your lip in the most adorable way. 

“I can hardly wait,” Phantom captured your lips in a kiss. Rolling himself ontop of you as you pulled him closer.

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