The Attic (Ghirahim x reader🍋)

chapter 12

Your pov

Ghirahim had left the room to go and make dinner so I was left alone in the living room with nothing to do. Naturally, I began examining the room I was in. Of course this wasn't the first time I had been here and it probably wouldn't be the last but I  couldn't help but admire the decorating.

There were three black  leather sofas surrounding a small wooden crate that acted as a coffee table in the middle of the room. It was surprisingly lit well with most walls having atleast two full-sized windows on them. On the close wall,however, was the centre piece. A large brick fireplace, decorated with small trinkets and a large portrait of Ghirahim stood on top, the frame looked to be pure gold with Amber embedded into the sculpting.

I giggled at his dorkiness.

Just imagine having such a large portrait of yourself as the main attraction in your house. Trust Ghirahim to.

Ghirahim strutted into the room with some plates of food (and wine)and boy, did it smell heavenly.

Ghirahim then lead me to the oak dining table at the back wall of the room.

"Bon appetite, mon amour."

"Merci beaucoups!" I giggled, realising I had no idea how to speak French and also realising he could have just insulted me without me realising.

I brought the gold spoon up to my lips and excitedly hopped about in my seat as my taste buds went crazy.

"Are you enjoying the food?" Ghirahim smirked and looked up from his own plate.

I just nodded enthusiastically as I couldn't speak due to the insane amount of food I had previously piled into my mouth.

Ghirahim mumbled something before returning to his food.

After I had calmed down ,I started drinking my wine and took the time to properly inspect Ghirahim's face- god knows why exactly.

Wow.. I never realised how feminine his face looks- but it also looks strangely masculine?? Wow it's so.. attractive. Y/n! Snap out of it!

I mentally slapped myself before my cheeks started burning. I moved the wine bottle over to my end of the table and imagined what would happen if ghirahim and I were in a relationship and what kind of amazing things we could do together, like meals out and picnics or like making out and-

"Y/n? Are you okay?"Ghirahim had stopped eating and came over to my chair, "you're awfully red. Are you sure you don't need to rest?"

Ghirahim put his hand on my forehead before glancing over at the empty bottle of wine next to me.

He sighed.

"Let's get you upstairs."

I pouted and crossed my arms in response.

"No!"

"Y/n, you're drunk."

I blew a raspberry at him.

Ghirahim gave a blank look at me before kissing me on the forehead.

He hurled me over his shoulder.

Deja vu.

He walked up the stairs, carefully.

He smells nice; musky.

Ghirahim then went to lay me down on the bed but I hurled my body weight forward, bringing him down with me. Now, Ghirahim had me pinned to the bed.

Ghirahim's eyes widened and he blushed furiously before attempting to get up.

Me, in my drunken state thought that it would be a good idea to wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer to my face.

We stared into each others eyes and I winked at him.

I then went in for the kiss but before our lips could meet, he placed his fingers on my lips, stopping us from kissing.

"Are you sure?" He looked, guilty.

"Baby, I was ready yesterday."

He then smashed his lips against my own. I could practically feel the lust oozing out of him.

After a few seconds, he licked my lips, asking for access. After I happily obliged, I could start to feel his member poking at me through his leotard.

Tonight is gonna be fun.