Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Ruined -M-

Ghost head stayed as clouded as the the bathroom. His heart racing at a rate that had him borderline concerned. What had you done to him?

Rejection filled Ghosts veins, rage filled his head, but what the hell was the feeling swelling in his chest. A quick shake of his head had him stepping towards the bathroom.

The small crack in the door having all his morals being thrown to the wind. Stopping in his tracks, he watched as a damp arm appeared from the door, tracing the streaks along  your shoulder to the hair sticking so invitingly to your neck while steam forced its way around your body.

"I don't have any clothes." You muttered causing Ghost to snap into focus, almost stumbling as he pulled out a grey shirt and boxers from ahis drawer unable to find one spot for his eyes to linger on as he approached the door.

Cotton filled Ghosts throat, averting his eyes
he held out the fabric, lids fluttered shut when your hand held his for a moment longer than intended. "Thanks." Was all he got in response.

Was it the word that made him snap or was it your voice so low as if it was being whispered in his ear. Ghost head shot your direction, each hair on his skin standing on edge.

Chills covered his body yet he was hot to the touch. Blowing out a heavy breath Ghost twisted his wrist capturing your own in the process. The door slid open further, holding the fabric to your chest barley covering enough skin to leave the rest to imagination.

Liquid heat pushed towards Ghosts groin, making him pulsate with a unbridled need from the small step you took forward. Three more days.

Three days too long. So close yet so far. When did he care when the date was? When did he stop running from the fact?

All thoughts ceased, leaning down Ghosts mouth captured yours. His hand cupping the side of your face as a low groan shook his chest from your taste alone. Ghosts other hand wrapped tightly around your waist pulling your chest flush with his.

The clothes forgotten, dropping to the floor while a gasp pushed past your lips, his tongue taking the opportunity to delve deeper. A soft taste of tobacco and spearmint coated your tastebuds, making stars explode at the back of your eye lids.

Ghosts fingertips traced your skin until it found perch on your ass. Kneading the flesh and pulling your hips flush with his. The stiff length hidden behind straining fabric causing your arms to wrap around the back of his neck.

"What the fuck have you done to me..." ghost voice came out a breathless rasp as he pushed you back towards the table causing your knees to buckle back against it.

He knew the bed was right there but his body was moving at a pace he couldn't even comprehend. Teeth grazed your jaw, his arm flinging across the contents along the table top sending them scattering across the floor.

Flicking his gaze down caught view of the soft mounds that sat so perfectly against your chest.

Taking the opportunity Ghosts mouth trailed the length of your throat, feeling the way you tried to swallow against his tongue. Using his knee he nudged your own apart. The cold metal buckle pressing into your lower abdomen as your hips rolled desperate to feel the friction.

Tilting his head down he traced the expanse of your collarbone, "Fuckin hell love..." ghost let his breath trail against your skin as his own hips reciprocated trying to resist the urge to do something to add to the list of regrets he'd sure he'd wake up with tomorrow.

"Simon-" his teeth bared hearing his name roll of your tongue so flawlessly. "I- shit.." he mumbled ripping at the belt knowing he was in a losing battle. What's a little taste going to hurt right?