•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

⛔️Swiss x Reader - accidents happen⛔️

Ok, so, I got this idea from another oneshot I read, I don't remember who wrote it, but yeah, little mishap where Reader looses control over their bladder because Swiss was being too rough after reader messed with his tail.
TW: Blood (teeny bit)
Contains: Marking
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It was a pretty cold night at the ministry, and your bedroom window had accidentally been left open, Turing your room into a freezer. No matter what you did, you couldn't manage to heat the room up or keep yourself warm.

you leave the room and go to Swiss's room.
You knock on his door. "Come in." He says. You go in and curl up next to him.
"Woah, hey there," He says, half-awake, "What's up?"
"I'm fine," You say, "I'm just cuddling up with you because it's cold."

"Okay." He says, shrugging. "I'm gonna smoke a little if you don't mind,"
"Go ahead," You say, "I don't mind."
He gets up and gets a joint, then lights it.
You put your head on his chest and he puts his arm around you.
The two of you pass the remainder of the night in bliss.

The next morning, you wake up first. You get up to go to the bathroom. When your done, you go back to Swiss's room and lay back down with him. He stirs and buries his face against your neck, his breath hot and steamy against your skin. You wrap your arms around him and fall back asleep.

The sun is peeking through the cracks in the curtains when you wake up again. You still don't want to get up, and Swiss seemed content with just laying with you.

He licks your neck and you giggle.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Just enjoying the taste of you," He says, "I've wanted to do this for such a long time now."
You blush. "Um, you know it's kind of early, right?" You say, looking over at the clock, it says 6AM.

"Who cares," He murmurs, his voice deep and sleep-drunk.
He runs his tongue along the side of your neck, up to your ear. You shudder.
He says "I wanna do more than just taste you."
You blush, you're too afraid to respond.
He continues, "Like, I want to hold you, I want to make love to you..." His voice trails off in a sleepy manor.

"Are you still high?"
He chuckles. "Probably, but that hasn't stopped us before right?"
You look over at him. He's right. It hasn't.
He smiles. "I'll take that as a yes."
He kisses you, he tastes like cigarettes and coffee. it's an odd combination, but it could be worse.

He pulls back and says "Mmmm, you taste good,"
"What do I taste like?" You ask.
"Hmmm... like... Strawberries... and sweet tea... and vanilla cake," He says, "I like vanilla cake." He grins, then nuzzles against your neck.
He licks your skin again.

"Stop that," You say, pushing him away, "you're gross."
"Yeah, I am." He says, "But I don't care. I just want to taste you." He purrs.
You blush, and he licks your neck again, and you don't stop him.

"Such delicate skin," He whispers, "I could just keep licking you forever."
You blush, and blush some more.
He kisses you again, his hand slipping down your belly. "So pretty, so sweet, I love you," He whispers.

"I love you too."
"I wanna make you feel good."
"I know you do."
He smiles. "Come here." He pulls you against his chest.

You let him, you trust him.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arms around your waist.
The two of you stay like that for a long time, just holding one another. He wraps his tail around your hips.

You feel safe, like nothing in the world could ever hurt you, not even the cold.
You smile.
He's smiling too.
He leans down and kisses you. You kiss back.
He pulls away and whispers in your ear, "I love you, so much. I don't want to give you up."
You blush, and he whispers again, "I won't, I promise." He holds you tight.