Phan X Reader Smut

You're Weird... But I Like You

Phil Lester X Reader

Setting: After a long day out, Phil hates on himself for being "weird". (Y/N) reveals her feelings for him.

Warnings: Graphic Sex, Oral Sex, Tickling

1769 words - unedited

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Oh my god, you are so weird!" I laugh at Phil as he crosses his eyes. Me looks straight at me and laughs, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, so I reach to check it. I sigh. "Ugh. I've got to go to the store and pick up dinner." I groan. Phil pouts. "Hey, I'll see you on Monday after class though?" He asks as I get up. I smile. "Of course, weirdo." I say. He sticks his tongue out at me and I do so as well.

•Monday•

"Phhhill, hurry up!" I say, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along so we could get to the store we were here for. It was having a sale and I didn't want all the good things to be gone. Phil groans as I pull him into the mall.

"Why'd we have to go here of all places? There's the park, the library, the arcade, even your house! Honestly I just wanna play Mario Kart" Phil wines. I pout. "Come on, Phil, help me pick out a few outfits." I say. Phil laughs. "As long as we play games later." He says.

I laugh, shaking my head. "Fine." I say, letting go of his hand as he finally walks beside me. "Have I mentioned how weird you are?" I say. He rolls his eyes playfully. "Many times." He smiles at his feet.

Phil and I have been close friends since High School started, we kept in contact even when we started college. He went to college studying English and I took online courses studying (Topic of Choice). We have similar interests and i think we get along quite well. He's usually my go-to guy for everything.

"Oo, look at this." He says. I turn my head to see him holding a shirt with a video game character on it. I stare at him. "Okay, fine." He says, turning around. I laugh.

For about an hour we search the store until I found a nice shirt. After I checked out, we headed to the food court.

"I can't believe you." He laughs. I glare at him. "Whatever do you mean?" I say, over exaggerating. "You spent an hour in that store for one shirt!" He laughs.

"Its a girl thing," I say, taking a seat after we ordered some food. I flip my hair "you wouldn't understand."

Phil laughs again and pulls out his wallet to count his money. "After the arcade, where do you wanna go?" He asks. "Lets go to your place." I say. "Play the Wii." I smirk. "You're on." He smiles.

After eating and playing DDR and a PacMan and so many other games in the arcade for about two hours, we walked to his place and started up the Wii.

He kicked my ass at Mario Kart a few times before I finally won once and we stopped. We lay on his bed, staring at Uma Thurman on his Kill Bill poster.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Phil says quietly. I turn my head to him.

"Yes, Phil?" I ask.

"Why do you call me weird?" He asks.

I giggle a bit. "Because you are." I say, smiling.

"Oh." He says, disappointment in his voice. He sits up, putting his legs over his bed and hanging his head. I furrow my brows and look over at him, confused.

"Phil.." I say softly. "Its just a joke, i don't mean to hurt your feelings, its just that-"

"I'm weird." He cuts me off.