𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 : 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Chapter 7. Ghost

You woke up to the house smelling good like always. "Mmm." You stretched and walked into the kitchen tiredly after brushing your teeth. "Good Morning." You say and hug him tiredly. "Good Morning, my love." He put his arm around you and kissed your forehead. "You making breakfast like always?" You hug his side. "Yes, because you deserve to sleep." He says and continues cooking. "You need your rest too though." You say. "I'm already rested, you look tired though." He chuckles a little. "That's because I am. We had a long night, remember." You smile. "Yeah I remember." He says getting flashbacks.

"Do you want to do anything, today?" He asks. "Not really, I wanna watch you make pots." You say and start making coffee. "Why?" He asks. "I like watching your hands." You smile with your back turned to him. "Of course." He says and finishes up the omelets. You laughed to yourself and finished making the coffee.

You sat on his lap and ate breakfast with him. "I love you." He kissed your neck. "Mm~ I love you too." You say. "I'm sorry. Is your neck still sensitive?" He says looking at it. "A little." You say. "There's a lot of marks, baby." He says chuckling a little. "Fuck you." You roll your eyes. "What?" He raises his eyebrow and stop's laughing. "I said fuck you." You say. "Mmm, okay." He says and drinks his coffee slowly. "Just know that I don't forget sweetheart." He says rubbing your thigh. "What's that supposed to mean?" You ask. "You'll find out." He smiles and chuckles. "You scaring me." You say. "You should be scared." He smiles wider and chuckles more.

You got up and ran. He ran after you and grabbed you by the back of your neck. He pressed his body against yours as the front of your body pressed against the mirror. You tried to hide the fact that you liked it.

"You think I forgot about our little phone call two days ago?" He says grabbing your face. "No." You say not looking in his eyes. "Look at me, y/n." He whispers. You looked at him. "You know what I'm capable of don't you?" He asks. "Yes, Max." You looked in his eyes. "You wanna be edged until you're sobbing for pleasure? Maybe I should overstimulate you can't cum anymore. So, many decisions for you. I could fuck your pretty face, but you can't fit it all." He says. "Says who?" You say. "You can barely handle my fingers down your throat. You can't handle all of me." He smiles and let you go knowing you'd try to show him different.

"You'll see." You turned around to look at him. "Oh I will?" He says and lifts you against the wall my your throat and you smiled. "You're scary sometimes, you know that y/n?" He says laughing and letting you down. "Me? You the one acting toxic. I almost believed it." You say. "I would never talk to you like that, unless you specifically told me to." He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you. "I know, and that's why I love you." You smile. "I love you more, and I'm always gonna treat you with respect. Unless you do something fucked up like cheat on me which I know you'd never do." He looks and your eyes. "And I know you'd never cheat on me." You admire him and he admired you despite the fact that you both just woken up.

Timeskip~

"Babyyyy." He said in your ear and kissed your cheek. "Hm?" You yawned. "You still wanna watch me make a vase?" He asked. You nodded sitting up. "Come on then." He helped you out of bed. "Okay." You smiled.

He brought you into his art room and it was a cluttered and paint was everywhere. "It's dirty." You say. "This is the only place I let get cluttered. I take all my stress and anger out in here." He shows you the big splash of paint on the wall. "I can tell." You say. He sat down and motioned you to come here. "We're gonna make one together." He kisses your cheeks and grabs some clay. "Is it gonna be like that one movie?" You ask him. "You talking bout ghost? It might be like that." He smiles and dips your hands and his into the water.

He guided your hands into shaping the clay while the pottery wheel spun. "You're doing good baby." He rubbed his hands against yours letting you take control.