•Ghost BC• ~Oneshots and HC's~

⛔️Aether x Reader⛔️

You had left to help Papa with some interview related stuff while the ghouls practiced for the upcoming tour.

When you get back everyone looks tired. Most of the ghouls seem to be sleeping on the couches in the common room, except Aether, who's in the kitchen eating string cheese. He looks up at you as you enter.

"How was it?" he asks.
"It was fine," you say.
Dew snorts from the couch. You look over at him and he's asleep, drooling all over Rain's shoulder.
You look back and Aether and he looks back at you.

"Are you ok?" He asks. "Something be seems off about you,"
You shrug. "Tired... emotionally," you sigh.
"I see," he says.

"Can I sleep with you?" You ask. "Please?"
Aether blinks a few times. "Sure, if you want," he says, "I could use a friend, too."

You nod and climb into his bed. He wraps an arm around you and you snuggle up to him. You nuzzle up against his burly chest and inhale his scent. He smells like the forest after a rainstorm, fresh and full of life.

"Thank you," you whisper, "For everything." You cling to him.
"It's nothing really," he says, rubbing your back. "We're friends."

"I know," you say, "But it's more than that."
Aether snorts. "Maybe," he says, "But you're still my friend." He smiles.

You look up into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face close to yours. You tilt your head back and your lips meet. You press your body against his and your lips part and you slowly lower yourself onto his lap, parting your legs to wrap around his waist.

He sits up to hold you in his lap. His face scrunches up as he tries to maintain your lips on his. You move your hands to his shirtfront. His shirt's partially unbuttoned, exposing most of his chest. 

You slowly undo the buttons, starting with the two on the side. He reaches up and unsnaps the button. You continue on to the next few buttons until the whole shirt is open and his skin is exposed.

You push it off his shoulders and it falls onto the bed, the sleeves pooling around his wrists. You push your face against his neck, deeply inhaling his scent. You can feel the cool metal of the chain around his neck against your cheek.

You nip at his skin, just enough to start his pulse racing and to make him shiver. His fangs dig into his lower lip and he squeezes your thighs. You move down, taking your time, lavishing attention on his skin. You unclip his belt and unbuckle his pants and slide your hand down into his underwear.

You move your fingers over the hard bulge in his pants. You slide his underwear off and set them aside and you resume kissing his neck. You nip at his neck again and he breaks away from you and says your name, the word like a growl.

You like when he growls when he's aroused, the deep, throaty noise makes your stomach twist in the best way possible.

He grabs your hips and flips you onto your back and climbs on top of you.

"My turn," He purrs, his hand gripping the hem of your shirt.

He yanks it up and throws it on the ground and buries his face between your neck and chest. Your heart flutters and your breath catches in your chest at the feeling of his fangs on your skin. You feel one of his large hands slip under you to unclasp your bra while he nibbles on any exposed flesh he can get  his hands on, his tail waggling behind him.

"God, you're beautiful," he says. "So soft. So responsive."
He laughs and pins you down with his weight and forces you into the mattress. He locks eyes with you briefly, just looking deeply into yours. He pulls your bra away from your body, leaving you in just your pants and panties.