•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

⛔️Swiss x Reader - Lonely⛔️

You missed hanging out with the other ghouls, since the tours were so long with little time in between. You had spent most of the time in your room, waiting for them to come back.

You hated that stupid room now. It was driving you crazy. You got up and wandered down the hallway, the ghouls should be back by now.

You can catch the strong smell of Marijuana, and immediately follow it to Swiss's room. You knock on the door and he answers.
"Yeah?"

"It's me," you say.
"Come in,"
You walk in and sit on the bed.

"What's up?" He props himself up on his elbows.
You sigh. "I've been so lonely since you guys went on tour, and I'm sick of my room." You say. "I just need to be somewhere else,"

He nods. "I get ya, so, you want to sleep in here, just wanna talk, or weed? Or all three? Something else?"

You sigh. "I... can I just... cuddle? And see where it goes from there?"
He laughs and nods, then he sits up and grabs your hand. "Yeah, that sounds good."

You lie down on top of the covers and he lies down beside you, leaning in. You close your eyes and just try to relax. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close to him.

"I really like you, you know that right?" He asks.
You nuzzle your head into his chest and sigh. You deeply inhale his scent, his strong, familiar muskiness mixed with a tinge of weed and dark roast coffee.

"I love you too, Swiss."
He chuckles and squeezes you a little. He rubs your back a bit before his hands slowly move down to the your butt and squeezes a little before massaging the back of your thighs.

You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side. His hands move down to the outside of your legs and he starts to rub the inside of your thighs through your sweat pants.

You sigh and nuzzle his chest. He's pretty burly, but you still get a weak sensation of being fragile with him. You hope he's never too rough.

His hands move up to your butt and he massages it a little. You blush and wriggle a little, trying to get more comfortable on top of him. He chuckles. He runs a hand through your hair.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," he says, "Because I really like it too."
You blush. "You're high aren't you?"

"Yep," he pops the p for added drama. He lets out a long deep sigh, pushing air out from the bottom of his lungs. He grabs your hand and holds it tightly. He kisses your knuckles, then ends up making out with the back of your hand.

"Mmm, nice," you say, "But I really need to sleep."
He kisses your palm, your wrist, your shoulder, and finally your neck.

"I know, me too." He says. "But I don't wanna," he trails off.
You tilt your head up and look into his eyes. "You don't wanna what?" You ask.

"I don't wanna sleep yet," he says.
You look at him confused. "But you said you needed to sleep."

He chuckles. "I know."
"But...?"
"Just cuddle with me, baby." Swiss purrs. "And I'll sleep when I'm good and ready."

You blush. You don't know if you should say anything, so you don't. You lie down and wrap an arm around his waist. He nuzzles your hair and softly chuckles to himself while he does. He starts softly making biscuits on your sides, kneeding the meat of your hips.

You tilt your head to the side, pressing your face into his chest, his warm, strong scent enveloping you as you sigh. He kisses the back of your neck and starts rubbing your back in circular motions. You take a deep breath and sigh. You rub long Swiss's sides.