You sit up on the small table as he keeps yapping about what he's been thinking about in the last couple of weeks while you two didn't communicate. You catch yourself just staring at him, looking down at his mask where you can see how he's jaw and lips are moving as he's talking, still covered by that damn skull-balaclava. If you could just take it off, see if the man is really as attractive as you dreamed he would be..
Your thought process is broken by his handsfinding their place on the table, right next to your thighs. Your eyes widen as you look back up at his face.
"Are you listening, princess?" He whispers in that raspy voice of his, making a shiver run along your spine.
"Not really, to be honest." You sigh, trying to play it off cool, even though your cheeks are as flused as it gets.
"Well, I'm talking to you because I want you to know what I'm feeling." He leans a bit closer, one hand under your chin. You nod in embarassment, trying to just get over with the situation. "Do you know how you drive me crazy with one sway of those hips? You could quite literally click those fingers and I'd be right by your side, doesn't matter what you want. You have me on a leash, woman. And you can't even figure that out with that pretty little head of yours." He keeps staring at your eyes.
"W-what..?"
"You heard me, didn't you? I haven't felt like this in years. You probably weren't even born yet when I felt like this the last time." You look away, only for your face to be brang back by his hand under your chin. "Talk to me." He whispers. You're frozen in place at this point.. He wants you but you don't know if after all of this, you would still want him. Over the months, your feelings started saying no, while his started going wild after not liking the loss of you the first time. "Come on, at least give me something to work with." You lean a bit closer, knowing that this man is still the same you fell for in the first place, even though things have changed between you two.
Your gaze slowly drops down to his lip, still covered as his hand from your chin leaves your skin, lifting up his balaclava just over his nose, revealing his lips to you. You can't help your thoughts or your gaze. He has a nice well-kept stubble, a perfect jawline and obviously, the lips you've been dreaming to have all over your body.. In places that are romantic, sweet or even inappropriate. The lips you've wanted to feel since day one. And surprise, they were perfect. Not too thin or too thick, but a perfect shape that compliments the rest of his lower face and his eyes.
It's like time's slowed down as he leans closer, your lips just an inch away from his, no mask between you two.. The only question is, do you want it? He seems to be eager to do anything to you right now, so it's on you.. Do you want to give in to the man of your dreams? Do you seriously want something to do with this dangerous man?"What do you think?" He whispers. "Am I still not too old for you?" He smiles, revealing those even more perfect teeth.
You're speechless.. Could you even spit out a sentence in this stage of shock? This man is seriously driving you mad right now and you wouldn't want it any other way. Is it really time to give in and let yourself be taken by the pleasure and satisfaction this man could offer you? Or do you just want to keep playing hard-to-get? You could do both, but the risks are high. Will he get bored if you keep edging him? Probably.. So.. Why not try..?
You lean in that extra inch, but at the end, it's him who meets your lips with his. Instantly, your body heats up like there's a fire right inside your heart. As your lips slowly open for him, he gently pushes up your jaw, not wanting to rush into it all. His hand that was on the desk now gently travels up and down your thigh as you two keep softly tasting each others lips, like it's the forbidden fruit.
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Daddy Issues /Ghost x reader/
FanfictionYou are a new addition to Task Force 141. You've been trained since you were quite little because of your troubled background. An abusive father and a non-existing mother didn't help a bunch in raising you without mental problems. So, when you turne...