your boyfriend ghost finally got some classes with you. in every class he’s in with you, he decides to sit next to you. his thumb rubs on your thigh, slowly.

“Ghost… not now…” you whisper.

“Hmm? What was that?” He murmurs, his finger traveling up to your inner thigh “Ghost…” you mumbled.

“Repeat what you said, darling. I’d love to hear it,” he teases.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled quietly.

“You sure can… later though I’m sure you don’t wanna do it here… do you?” he smirks