Ghost B.C Fantasies

✰Pent Up✰

A mountain x oc drabble(??)

It was around midnight, and the tall earth ghoul had been summoned by the band's tailor, who he had known for a couple months now. It was strange. At first, it was nothing but a small friendship, nothing too serious, but days became weeks, and weeks became months. Now he has a full on infatuation with her. The way her soft, limber fingers ran down his clothes, the way she bends slightly to tug on his pants, or the way she values and holds herself up. She means business, and he knows it. He knows everything about her. What makes her tick, what makes her scoff and roll her eyes under those thick black glasses that she pushes up her button nose simultaneously every so often. He knew her too well, and vice versa. The last couple of days had been hell, prior to their last encounter. She fucked his dick so good, he had been dreaming about her. Mountain really didn't know how it had happened in the first place, but he was damn sure ready to experience it again. She wouldn't be too happy about it, but he'd make it up to her. She knows he will. 

"Mmh.."

he groaned. 

His mind wondered, as he leaned back and squirmed in his chair, legs pressed and rubbed against each other, desperate for some friction, some release. He gripped the designer chair he sat in with his sharp claws. They were made by her hands. The time it took to make such perfection..it was an art he admired, he adored. He let out a breath, leaning back further into his chair, as one of his hands shot up and rubbed one of his pierced nipples through the suit she designed for his personal liking. He moaned softly and bit his lip with a smirk, watching himself as he toyed with his hard dick with his thighs. The hallway was dark and illuminated by a single candle that flickered slightly.  It smelled of vanilla and salted caramel. It made his body hot and his back arched away from the backside of the chair. 

He seemed to be lost in his thoughts when the door to her office opened slightly, not enough to see him in the hallway. He made no effort to stop what he was doing though. He knew it was her, and he wanted her to call for him, with that sweet, monotone voice of hers. 

"Mountain." The woman called out into the hallway, then disappeared into the room. 

He sat up instantly at his name being called out of her mouth, and stood up. "Coming Chiara.." he said enthusiastically. He didn't bother to hide the tent in his pants. He didn't need to. He took long confident strides, into her office, and was greeted by the woman sitting behind her desk, typing on her computer, leg crossed over the other.

"Hello, Chiara, am i here for the costume fitting?" Mountain asked, standing over near the mirrors with his arms up, ready for measurements.

Chiara nodded. "I trust you've been well?" she asked as she stood up, grabbing the necessary equipment to start the measurements. she walked over to him, a neutral expression resting on her face.

"Of course i have, i couldn't stop thinking about you and how well you make these outfits. You have a good eye." he chuckled, watching her wrap the measuring tape around his neck lightly and write it down on a clipboard. 

"Thank you." She replied. "Though i'm glad you offered to help me model them." 

"Anytime, i love helping you with your work any chance i get. Your work is truly remarkable."

This made the woman feel fuzzy inside, And she smiled warmly. No one praised her for her work quite like mountain did. his tall frame loomed over her as she continued. 

As the night went on, she couldn't help but notice every time she put the tape on his body he made a soft noise. her ears had to be deceiving her though. She went lower and lower, until...