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The Sweetest Beat - Set 6 *💿RE-RELEASE💿*

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma, Intense Feral Megumi.

READER DISCRETION ADVISED: HEAVY Noncon/Dubcon Please DO NOT proceed if that triggers you. This is the Megumi I want to royally f*ck up my life honey. I couldn't find him in fics so I created him myself. Brace yourself.

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)

Total WC : 19.8K! (crazy work)

Wanna take it from the top? Start at Set 1🎶;)

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Hello there, Reader! I'm exited to say I've finally revamped this chapter. This is a re-release of set 6, complete with all the extras I originally had in mind, and as many edits as I could manage …😅 There was quite a bit I was supposed to add before the first release, so I had to decide if I wanted to leave this chapter as is or move forward with Set 7. I chose to do a combination of the two, resulting in making this one longer and saving some of the other stuff I was planning for later, which may not include any spicy bits (depending on my flow)… This chapter has gone from a word count of 12K to nearly 20K, complete with a brand new ending! So... If you've read it already, you might wanna revisit…🤭 I really hope you do, and I hope you enjoy! (please forgive any lingering errors. I legit need to hire a real editor or something 'cause I feel like I go blind to them after a while!🥺)

Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶6TH SET LIST (Super long, I know) Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba Nutshell – Alice in Chains Leaving Hope – Nine Inch Nails Every Kind of Way – H.E.R. Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long Back to Love – Robert Glasper (feat. SiR & Alex Isley) Pyramid Song – Radiohead Feel Something – Chris Brown ICU – Coco Jones Hunting Bears – Radiohead When We – Tank Love Song – 311 Fade Away – Lucky Daye Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic Something In the Way – Nirvana CPR – Summer Walker Not You Too - Drake (feat. Chris Brown) WTH – Jene Aiko Adorn – Miguel My Song – H.E.R. Big Feelings - Willow In Da Club – 50 Cent The Sweater Song – Weezer

Megumi flinched, his lids lowering into a squint as he processed your words. “E – Excuse me?” his reply came out in a bit of a huff as his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. His radio played

Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba

You paused, eyes fluttering a bit before you answered, “Oh, I think you heard me.” You drawled with full confidence.

“You... were bad.” you whispered, your eyes dropping down toward his abdomen, scanning his form until they reached his dark blues as you slowly bit your lip. You then gently cupped his face between your warm hands with a soft smirk.

Megumi chuckled under his breath, peering down at you in surprise. The beating of his heart, loud in his own ears as his eyes flicked back and forth between yours, taking in the way they burned in desire.

Your head tilted to the side, as you raised an eyebrow, challenging his presumption that you couldn't possibly be serious.

Your gaze then traveled downward, resting on his lips, following behind your fingertips as they slowly grazed his bottom lip, tracing the curve of his chin, trailing down his neck, across his broad chest, riding the highs and lows of his pectorals until they slid gently round his sensitive nipples, forcing another flinch from him.

They then glided even lower, pressing into his solid ab muscles, your fingers curling around his waist, your hands lightly gripping his sides.

Your gaze met his once more, savoring the nice, warm feeling building up in your core as you stared into each other.

You then turned your attention to the bedside table, reaching for your bag. You unzipped the pouch, and from inside, retrieved a long strip of blue fabric, the sheen from it reflecting the light as it came into view.

You moved gracefully, laying the pouch back down on the table as you addressed him. “Why don't you have a seat on the bed for me, hm?” you whispered, motioning toward the mattress behind him with an upward nod.

Megumi's tangible gaze raked hungrily across your beautiful, curvy silhouette, pausing at your lips before he finally moved, stepping blindly backward, then against the bed as he sat, his mind reeling, curious what you're planning. “What's go–”

“You seem to have forgotten sweetheart.” You interrupted, “I have no problem getting what I need from you.”

Megumi felt his dick twitch behind his pants as you spoke, his body exposing his excitement to see you in this state again. You were right. He recalled that first night, you sneaking feels of him as you squirmed around in the bed while he pretended to be asleep. He sat wide-eyed, studying your every move, the realization settling on him like a warm blanket, that whatever you wanted, whatever you asked for, he'd give it to you.

You stepped closer to him with the two strands of fabric, wrapping one around your neck, allowing each end to hang loose down the front of your body. You held the second piece in your hands, end to end.

He parted his knees as you drew closer, watching your curves move softly in the dim lighting, until you were mere inches from his face, his eyes now peering up intently toward you. His gaze always made your body tingle. There wasn't much else that felt better than Megumi's eyes on you.

Your heart skipped in your chest. “Close your eyes”. You whispered as you looked down at him.

He did as you asked, one of his legs swaying anxiously back and forth.

You reached up and tied the cloth around his head, covering his eyes. Your fingertips slid from the knot, gently down the back of his neck, then across his shoulders where they rested.

The tension in the room became as palpable as the body heat between you. Megumi, apparently unable to resist, reached his hands up in an attempt to place them somewhere on your body, yet they were met with a quick smack.

“No touching.” You demanded.

He huffed as he placed his hands back down flat on the bed at his sides, his lips disappearing into his mouth as heat spread out to each of his limbs from the heavy beating of his heart.

You stepped back a couple feet away, admiring how unbelievably sexy he looked blindfolded, especially as he was completely unaware of what you had in store. As you stood observing him, relishing the tingly feeling that coursed through your body, it was as if you could still feel him, regardless of the literal distance created between you.

Nutshell – Alice in Chains

played on his speaker. The sound of your voice remained soft and low as you muttered, “Can you see anything?”

Megumi turned his ear toward you, then his face toward the floor. “No.” he replied.

“What's your favorite color?” you asked.

Megumi paused a few seconds, switching the direction he faced to the opposite side. “I uh...” he huffed “I don't need one”.

You frowned, curious. “You don't need a favorite color?”

Megumi cracked a tiny smile, allowing it to fade on his lips as quickly as it formed, as both his hands squeezed the bedding on either side of him. He breathed, “I don't need a safe word.”

You stared at him for a few moments, the implication behind his words dawning on you, as heat spread through your body. Your eyebrows jumped as you grinned, sliding your tongue across your upper molars, entertained by what could have easily been construed as arrogance. But you knew better. You knew... that just for you... it was a display of reckless abandon.

“You sure about that?” You questioned.

He dropped his head down as if to give it a moment of thought, the stretch in the corner of his lips already melting you into a mess.

“Mostly. But I'm ... more than happy to risk it.” He replied. His overwhelming desire to receive whatever you had in store for him, overriding any intention to mute even the smallest part of it. Megumi longed for you. Just sitting here, knowing you wanted to touch him, to be with him, was a reward in and of itself. But to be made to ache even more for you, well, that was even better.

“Okay then.” You responded softly, as your eyes raked over him. All you kept thinking of, all you wanted, was for him to put his hands on you. So much so, it took a considerable amount of strength for you to hold back. “Take off your clothes”.

Megumi stood up from the bed, tall and still, as if to be certain you were paying attention. His cloaked eyes seemed to pierce straight through you as he reached for the hem of his tee. His solid ab muscles came into view bit by bit as they flexed under his porcelain skin, then his chest as he raised it, locks of his jet-black strands mussing about as you watched him pull it off and over his head.

From that alone, your core muscles tightened as your tongue peeked out the corner of your mouth, catching a drop of saliva that threatened to pass your lips.

He tossed the shirt onto the floor, pausing as he faced you. Megumi felt his own body begin to heat up as he savored the atmosphere. He balled each of his hands into fists, quickly releasing them before reaching for the elastic of his pants.

“I've always liked this feeling...” he uttered, almost inaudibly.

You glared a bit at him as you questioned, “What feeling”?

“... the feeling ... of you watching me.” He replied as he began to grip his pants, his bottom lip disappearing behind his teeth.

Your eyes remained locked onto his figure as he moved, and you could swear he was looking directly at you.

“You uh... you wouldn't be cheating now, would you?” you asked, a playful tone lacing your voice.

“Tch, and deprive myself of this?” He mused. “Never. I promise, I can't see you.”

He slid his thumbs into his waistband, pulling them down, allowing them to pool at his feet before he stepped out. He was wearing dark blue boxer briefs this time, black band.

You hissed softly, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly at the sight of him, your heart squeezing inside your chest. “You know,” you whispered, as your gaze raked hungrily over his frame, “you were amazing up there tonight. You made momma very proud.”

Megumi made an attempt to hide his blush as his hands opened and closed into fists again, a means for him to release some of his pent-up tension.

“Lie back on the bed. With your head at the headboard.”

He did as you asked.

“Hands back against the pillows?”

He did as you asked.

Leaving Hope – Nine Inch Nails

hummed as you walked over to the bed. Your eyes grazed his slim, yet muscular form as you stood over him ... “You have a beautiful body, Megumi.” You breathed, as his blush darkened in his cheeks, halfway hidden by the fabric.

He flinched as you touched his skin, your fingertips gliding slowly down his bare chest, tickling him more as they reached his abdomen. Your hand moved to press into the bed as you slowly crawled over him, straddling his belly, your knees on either side of him as your thighs pressed into his sides, flush against his warm skin.

He lifted his hands again, reaching for you, but you gripped both of his wrists, pinning them down to the pillows all to easily as you leaned into his ear, “I said don't touch.”

Your breath was hot on his skin as you moved closer to the shell of his ear, lowering your voice to barely a whisper. “Be a good boy.” You said, as your breasts squished softly into his chest. Your parted lips glided across his jaw, your teeth grazing, then catching a grip on a bit of skin that made its way behind them.

Megumi's brow furrowed as he began to squirm underneath you.

You then leaned forward, allowing your clothed breasts to cover his face as you tied his hands together with the remaining fabric, tethering them to the headboard.

He turned towards your chest, opening his mouth, his tongue pressing outward kissing and sucking your smooth flesh as your breasts moved against his cheeks. Once he was securely bound, you slid your hands slowly down each of his arms, noticing his huffs becoming a little louder in your ears.

You leaned back, “You okay baby?” you asked, sweetly.

“I'm better than okay.” He answered, “but... I need you.”

“Awww... sweetheart.” You said, leaning in, cupping his face, then rubbing your nose against his cheek, nuzzling as you grinded your soft, sensitive sex against his belly, the tip of his dick just behind you, grazing your upper thigh as it sprawled across his hip. You drew closer, kissing his lobe softly as you whispered, “Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you.”

You felt his body shudder under your touch as he huffed harder, pressing his head back into the pillows.

Megumi could feel the tension becoming more difficult to bear, building the excitement within him, as he now wondered just how much more of this he could take. It felt like an eternity to him since he was last in this position with you, and he wanted nothing more than to devour you completely.

You pressed your body a little more firmly into his as your lips glided up the side of his neck, planting opened mouth kisses, the same as the ones you loved to receive from him, as you continued to grind yourself against him. You watched his face twist in agonizing pleasure as you took special care to avoid touching his middle.

“Are you excited?” you cooed, your hand massaging the other side of his neck, your thumb tracing the lines in his throat.

“Very.” He muttered, behind heavy breaths.

“What do you need, baby?” you whispered, your fingers from both hands sliding up the back of his neck through his hair, gripping as you continued to massage, nuzzling and kissing.

Megumi hissed, “I... ~haah~... I need ... you to untie me.”

“Oh yeah?” you breathed, “Already huh? And why would I do that?”

He turned his head toward you, “I'll ... make you feel good... I wanna take you... taste you...” he huffed, swallowing thickly as he tugged against the headboard, his biceps flexing, veins pressing forward against the skin of his arm.

“Hmm... that sounds so very nice.” ... you drawled. “But ... I'm not quite sure you've learned your lesson, love. He huffed, just before you laid another couple kisses on his collar bone.

You glided your lips over to his, pressing them together in a deep, warm kiss. You slipped in your tongue, humming against his mouth as you sucked his lips, teasingly extending the length of the kiss as you continued. His hips began to press forward as he moaned, the wet muscles inside your mouths dancing together in a warm, soft embrace, the sensation triggering your middle to produce more slick.

Every Kind of Way – H.E.R.

played as the sound of your kisses vibrated throughout your body, the tantalizing taste of his warm mouth, exciting you all the more. Megumi was beautiful. And seeing him like this made your heart race like nothing else ever had. It was a delight teasing him.

“You want me?” you spoke against his lips.

“Haah... yes...” Megumi's voice came out almost as a whine as his hips pressed upward into nowhere, begging for contact.

You began to slide your body lower, rubbing his chest as you peppered more kisses, your tongue gliding across his pecs, then against his nipples. You sucked each of them gently as he flinched.

His abdominal muscles contracted as you blew against his chest, his frown deepening as your hands then slid down lower, “Mmmh...” you moaned, feeding off of his pleasure, his body shuddering as you took in the sound of his moans. You licked your lips as you observed how rock solid his dick was as it pressed against the fabric of his boxers.

You hovered your face over his middle, your hands gliding up and down his sides at his hipbone. His cock was difficult to avoid as it hung sideways across his hip, thick, stiff and long, and there wasn't a shadow of a doubt that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

You slid your fingers up his inner thigh, slipping them under the hem of his boxers, exposing more of his skin, so tender in this area, as you lightly scraped the flesh of his thighs under your nails, your tongue flicking out before kissing each one.

“Aaah fuck” Megumi plead, squirming underneath you. “Enough teasing ...” He panted, through clenched teeth, “I... haah ~ I've been waiting so long.”

You grinned, satisfied with his reactions as you pressed his thighs outward continuing to kiss them, massaging, squeezing and pressing his skin with the pads of your thumbs, inching closer to his throbbing middle.

Megumi's hips rotated, bucking forward as he frowned, his muscle flexed against his jaw as he clenched his teeth in an attempt to maintain his pride, his entire body betraying his calm.

Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long,

Hummed on the speaker as Megumi begged behind his blindfold, “Mmmh ~ more...”, barely above a whisper. “Just fucking let me have it...” he complained, pulling against his ties.

“So anxious, baby...” you whispered as you squeezed his thigh harder.

Megumi murmured through heavy breaths; “I wanna fuck you... deep ... so deep... I wanna ... bury myself inside you.”

Your heart thumped hard in your chest as you positioned yourself between his legs, his words stirring the fire already burning you from your core as you kneeled on the bed.

“You wanna bury... this... inside me?” you whispered, as you slid your fingers up his clothed shaft to the tip, the fabric already soaked with precum, as your other hand gently cupped and squeezed his clothed sack, evoking another flinch in his body and a guttural moan from his lips.

You gripped his length, stroking it back and forth, the fabric sliding between your skin and his. “You want ... this... deep inside me?”

“Yes... fuck!” Megumi moaned deeply, pressing his head back against the pillows as he pulled his tether tighter against the headboard, his hip movements now jerking, becoming more prominent.

Your heart fluttered at his neediness, your smile growing wider as you curled your fingers into the band of his boxers, pulling the front of them up toward you as you unveiled his beautiful, thick, throbbing member. He lifted his hips to assist you in removing them, and you casually tossed them to the floor.

As his hard veiny cock bounced freely in front of you, you leaned in, pupils blossoming as you took in the sight, your face mere inches from it as you hissed, sliding your hand up his thigh, then finally curling your fingers around the bottom of his shaft.

“Aaah...” Megumi's groan escaped his throat from even deeper inside him, as your hand gripped his thick erection, it's temperature a stark contrast against your hand, so hot you could feel it pulse along your skin.

“Mmm... Your cock is just beautiful, Megumi.” You moaned as you stroked it.

Megumi's breaths hitched as he murmured, “Inside...”

“Aww... sweetie...” you teased. “you're being so good for me. I just wanna spend a little more time with it okay?” Starting at its base, you leaned in, planting slow, open mouthed wet kisses along its length, humming as you moved upward.

He let out a breath that sounded as if he had been holding it for hours. “Aaaaaah!”

You stroked him lovingly a few times, “so fucking pretty”. You flicked out your tongue at the base, licking him all the way to the tip, which glistened with precum just before you sucked it clean, the soft inner part of your lips kissing it with a smack before releasing.

“Mmh... and you taste so good ...” you whispered as you teased.

Megumi trembled as he groaned, “Ngh! ... Ssshit! ... I won't last...” the delicious sensations sending tremors through him, intensified by him being unable to see you.

Back to Love – Robert Glasper (feat. SiR & Alex Isley)

set the mood as you giggled and continued, licking him like a lollypop, sucking eagerly as you reached its angry head. After just a few passes, your tongue flicked over the tip once more, you opened wide and shoved it as far inside your mouth as it possibly could go, gagging slightly as it reached your throat.

Megumi turned his face, burying it against his arm, his mouth opening into a silent scream, working overtime not to cum, his moans causing your core to clench harder every time.

You coated him with your saliva as you sucked, and sucked, and sucked him off, your hands stroking in tandem with the movements of your head, his warm, veiny shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue. It felt so good to please him like this.

“Fuck! ~ I can't take it...~” Megumi warned as he bucked his hips a few times, thrusting his thickness into your throat as your hand massaged his shaft. “Shit! ... I'm gonna come... I'm gonna ... fucking come.”

You hummed against him with pleasure as you sucked harder, your heart skipping beats as you deeply satisfied yourself by satisfying him, your cheeks caving as your lips and tongue glided along his hot length.

The thought of him, the way he makes you feel, his brilliance, his kindness towards you, his scent, his gorgeous face, his dominance, his talent, all stimulating you more as you pleased him, enveloping his sensitive thickness in your soft warm mouth.

You reached your other hand up to rub his chest as you stroked and sucked him... your fingers riding every bend and curve of his chest muscles. You then pulled it from your mouth with a pop, catching your breath, “Haah.... Not yet, baby...” you drawled, grinning as your hand slid down his chest toward his abs.

“Agh! ... the fuck!?...” Megumi whimpered with both frustration and excitement.

You snickered as you crawled up to meet his face, straddling yourself across his hips, careful not to nick him with your heels as his solid length glistened in the dim light and laid straight up against his belly. You sat up, pressing your clothed center on it as he bucked it against your clit, your hands resting across his chest, Megumi flinching and moaning as his dick rubbed roughly over your covered folds.

Pyramid Song – Radiohead

blended into the atmosphere as you rubbed your sex along the length of his hardness, nearly cumming yourself at the feeling, Megumi's mouth hung slightly open as he, thrusted toward you.

“Agh you fucking tease!” he whined, clenching his teeth.

You leaned into him, giggling as you reached up and placed both hands on his cheeks sliding them upwards, your fingers hooking underneath his blindfold to remove it.

As you unveiled his eyes and he slowly opened them to meet your hungry gaze, the contact sent pangs to your heart. The fire inside them was so prominent, so present. You slid your tongue, feather-light across his lips, then past them into his mouth for another deep, warm kiss, as they danced excitedly against each other.

Your mouth slid across his, slowly sucking his bottom lip, then planting one last peck on his chin as you leaned in, pressing your mouth against his ear to whisper, “Just a little more” your tongue flicking out as you sucked his lobe into your mouth.

You pulled back, only to see Megumi's heavily hooded gaze, his pupils blown out dark as he heaved, frowning deeply as he observed you. You pressed your torso up as you straddled him, giving him a perfect view.

“You like what you see?” you moaned, grinding against him as you locked eyes, your hair falling over your face, your lips slightly swollen and deep pink from sucking his cock. You threw your head back, strands of your hair tickling his legs as it swayed, your hardened nipples pressing forward against the thin fabric of your dress as his dick throbbed against your sex, pleading for entry.

Megumi was unable to take his eyes off you, feeling palpitations in his heart for this person, this woman, beautiful inside and out, that he's allowed to take over his emotions, his body, his life. “Fuck... yes...”

You flinched again shuddering on top of him from his angry cock ruffling your folds, the his length laid against his abdomen, pointing directly toward Megumi's face from under the warm covering of your pussy, moans spilling from your lips, as your hands slid up and down his chest.

His body quivered as he approached his limit, his chest rising and falling faster, his desire pushing past the boundary of excited toward feral as he clenched his teeth, hissing.

You leaned forward propping yourself up on your left knee, your left hand next to his shoulder for leverage, as you hovered your middle over his, your right leg stretched out across the remaining length of the bed, your feet still clad in your heels. You flipped your hair back over your right shoulder, meeting his gaze as you pulled your strappy panties aside, then gripped his heavy cock with your hand, rubbing the tip across your soaked folds.

You smirked a bit, teasing, “is this what you want?” you asked, pressing the head ever so slightly into your wet opening.

“No...” Megumi's brows formed a hard line, eyes screwing shut as he hissed, “noooo no, no...” steadily pulling against his bondage as his body shuddered. “C'mon baby, let me out.” he plead again, pressing his face against his bicep.

“No?” you questioned, tilting your head, confused at how that was his answer. “Are you sure about that?” You teased, easing his tip past your slick folds, sinking it slowly inside you, moaning a bit with every inch.

Desperate to take care of this on his own, Megumi fought against his desire to watch yet couldn't tear his eyes away as he witnessed his thick length slowly stretch you open, slipping smoothly into your hole, disappearing inch by inch inside your sweltering heat.

Megumi wailed the loudest he ever had since you'd known him, overwhelmed with pleasure as you rested your body on top of him, your walls wrapping around him as warm as a velvet blanket.

“Haaaah FFUUUUCK!”

Your eyes fluttered shut, rolling into the back of your head as you settled almost completely on top of him, your hands trembling as you moved them to rest on his pale, muscular chest. You doubled over, burying your head in his neck, barely able to contain yourself, air hitching in your throat as it passed your lips. His speaker played

Feel Something – Chris Brown

Megumi's heart pounded as hard as a bass drum as he watched your reaction, feeling you shudder on top of him as his length reached into the innermost secret and deepest parts of you, aching to beat himself even further inside until you could take no more, until he reached the sweetest spot, until you screamed his name.

His member hardened even more as you hovered with him buried in your depths, nearly to the hilt. You moaned loudly as your core squeezed him even harder, your chest heaving. It took everything for you not to cum at that moment. Your eyes opened slowly, meeting his hedonistic gaze.

“Don't move... let me out.” He begged with suppressed urgency, his expression that of a chained wild animal, desperate to devour his prey.

“No.” you whined, leaning your lips toward his, causing more friction from your quivering core against his aching cock.

Megumi's frown deepened as your torso inched closer to his, biting his lip, nearly breaking his flesh, trying as hard as he could not to release inside you immediately.

You smirked as you flicked out your wet tongue and licked one long stroke from his chin to the top of his lip. “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You whispered into his mouth, gripping and pressing your hands into each of his biceps on either side of him.

You leaned back slightly, then pulled your ass upward and his dick out a bit, then thrusted hard back down on top of him, whimpering from the excruciating pleasure as you threw your head back, “haa~aah!”

“Nnngh!” Megumi panted, his head jerking back as you repeated your thrusts, over and over, his dick gliding beautifully and smoothly in and out of your heat, the friction just delicious against your gummy walls.

You pressed down on him repeatedly, now flicking out your tongue against his neck, your hips working miracles against his stubborn dominance, your slick heat firmly gripping his hot cock, milking him, the head pounding into your cervix.

Your hands migrated up toward his neck as you gripped each side, “You like that baby?” you whispered into the shell of his ear, “Letting momma ... ngh... u – use you like this?”

You very much preferred being underneath him, but this position was beyond amazing. To see him at your mercy like this as his reactions goaded you on was so enticing, so irresistible that you just couldn't help yourself.

Your body tremored from your very core, as you moaned out in a sensual whisper, “haaahhh! ~ I'm cumming baby...” as you thrusted even faster.

Megumi yanked against the headboard, pulling and grunting, his eyes rolling back, heavy breaths exiting his mouth at each of your thrusts, a violent tremor suddenly shaking his entire being until he finally came ... hard.

You melted on top of him as thick ropes of his hot semen coated your insides, your core releasing arousal all over him. ”Ha~aaah! You heaved with satisfaction as you turned your face toward the heavens.

His body convulsed as he spilled inside you, his veins pressing out along his arms. He came so much, that after a few moments his seed found its way out of your hole, flatlining as it dripped down the bottom his shaft, yet you continued to move your hips slowly along his oversensitive member.

Megumi kept his head held back as he heaved, having enjoyed every second, somehow so goddamned proud of how well you managed him, allowing his high to wash over him. He then pulled harder against his tether as he trembled. “Please... Haah...~ haaah... Please let me out, baby...” He plead quietly.

You giggled cutely, also pleased with yourself as you looked down at him in his weakened state, leaning in to untie his restraints.

The moment his hands were free, he sprang forward, sitting up, his right arm wrapping around your waist, his hand firmly gripping your thigh as his left arm held the back of your head and his lips slammed into yours.

His tongue lashed around your mouth greedily, the warm, soft contact with the inside of your body exciting him. He easily flipped you over to lie on your back.

“Such a badgirl”. He quipped, his hand threading through your hair. “That was fucking incredible, princess.” He whispered. “And now... it's my turn.”

You bit your lip as you chuckled, both of you exhaling huffs as you took in each other's features. He leaned in for another kiss, this time much slower, as his hands began to explore your body.

They slid down your side against your matte silk dress, sliding to your breasts, where his fingertips gently grazed over your hardened buds, rotating them slowly, the soft fabric separating your skin from his as it glided across, making you shudder as he became hard all over again between your legs from being close to you.

Coco Jones – ICU

began to play as he pulled back from his kiss. Your big, pretty eyes met Megumi's, and his forehead rested against yours as you lay still, just feeling him. Your gazes exchanged fire, your chests heaving, his body warm and firm as he encompassed you.

“Hey there, sweetness... you ready for me?”

Megumi moved his body down, his eyes linked with yours until he relaxed his face between your breasts. His long fingers curled gently around each one, squeezing as he kissed them, inhaling your scent.

His hands slipped under your dress, exposing your pretty skin inch by inch as he lifted it up and off. Having him restrained accentuated the difference feeling his hands on you made, reminding you how you longed for them. His touch never failed to set every one of your senses on fire.

He slid his tongue lightly across your lips once more, as yours pressed forward to meet his, the taste of him, sending tingles to your core. His kisses glided down to your breasts, the wet smacking sounds and deep moans vibrating in your ears.

His darkened blues flicked up as he sucked, making contact with yours, his pupils blown out black, glazed over, piercing as they raked across every one of your secret places.

His hands and body weight pressed down on you, evoking feelings of protection and desire, as the fragrance of soap and incense wafted up from his body, hair tickling your chest as his jet-black strands snaked across your sensitive flesh.

His mouth locked on to you as his lips pursed softly around your nipples, suddenly pulling hard to suck them in, the warm softness of the flesh of his lips, juxtaposed against the tinge of pain behind each suck making you shudder to your core.

Each time your gazes met, it was as if your heart had been squeezed inside your chest, each beat pulsing a surge of electricity through every limb.

Megumi's cock was now rock solid as the head rested at your entrance, still coated and leaking from before.

He maintained eye contact and, gripping your neck with one hand and your ass with the other, he slowly pressed in, watching your face contort in pleasure. You lifted your legs, pressing your calves against his back as he tunneled inch by inch into your velvety soft core without stopping until he bottomed out. His eyes fluttered shut as his lower lip trembled slightly, the both of you moaning upon entry, the glide as smooth as silk.

He loved making a mess of you, until you were writhing and helpless underneath him as he handled your body this way, hurting so good from taking his cock. It made him fucking crazy, feeling himself buried deep inside your warmth like this, knowing you lived for him to fuck you.

Yet, in this moment, neither of you moved, your collective eyes closed as he held that position inside you. Megumi's face nestled in the crook of your neck, his tongue lapping at your throat as softly and desperately as a divine dog, his kisses sopping wet, his breath hot on your skin as he pressed the bottom of his shaft against your clit, and his throbbing head against your cervix.

You waited for the wave to calm, trembling, releasing some of the tension from your lungs through heavy, stifled breaths, but your body betrayed you, the sheer force and power behind his hold on you making you cum immediately. You wailed out, gripping the back of his neck with one hand, scratching red marks into his back with the other as your walls gripped him so tightly that you forced an even louder moan from him.

Hunting Bears – Radiohead

cooed as your body seethed beneath him. The fire that Megumi lit inside you, seared through your veins as the deepest and most concealed, cold, hardened corners of your heart melted like hot wax, and sweat seeped from your collective pores.

He reached down to grip your ass firmly, one cheek in the palm of each hand, your legs opening obscenely wide for him as he pressed in even deeper, his face still buried in the crook of your neck and a perfect curve in his back as he licked and sucked at your throat, gliding his warm tongue up to your ears.

Megumi was molding you, shaping you as an expert artisan, his hands, his rock-hard member, making you, sculpting you into a form intricately tailored for his satisfaction alone, the secret cave of your heat, carved out perfectly by and into the shape of his tool.

Likewise, you had carved a space from his heart that only you could refill. Everything about you, from your person to your beautiful voice, the gleam in your eyes, to the way you received him, gently yet unintentionally massaging his ego and his manhood, you had locked him down into a den of pleasure that he had no desire to leave.

He growled against your skin, now thrusting into your gushing cunt over and over, the sound loud and vulgar in your ears. “Mmgh, everything about you is mine.” He hummed, rocking his hips repeatedly into your core.

As he pulled back, slowly opening his eyes, he waited to see yours. You kept your face turned sideways as your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered through heavy pants, overwhelmed. He felt so good, your body couldn't help the response, so much so... that you just ... couldn't...

“Look at me” Megumi insisted.

His reached a hand up to rest on that comfortable place at the base of your neck, his fingers curling around your pulse point, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pulled out a bit, then thrusted back in, and again, dragging his length against your walls, pressing in slowly, deeply, his forefinger turning your face toward him.

Your hooded, hazy, round eyes rested on his face. His beautiful face.

“Keep looking at me.” He whispered his words between huffs, “Only look at me... ngh... I love to see you cum” he breathed behind thrusts.

His eyes darkened, lids falling slightly as his hand left your ass, flattening against your skin as it glided across your hip to your belly. He slid the pad of his thumb down further, covering your swollen clit as it perched above your stretched opening. He massaged it, slowly rubbing tiny circles around it as the most sensual moans escaped your lips.

“Do it again.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust. He hit you so deep that your entire body convulsed as his tip kissed the entrance to your womb.

“Ha~aah!” you wailed as your body tensed, your hot cum coating his stiff cock all over again, your breaths vibrating against his other hand as he gripped the back of your neck, nearly inflicting pain.

Your pleading face washed red... your mouth gaped open as you took the entirety of his thick length deep inside your heat, tightening even more around him as the next song hummed.

When We – Tank

“I'm making you feel this way.” Megumi drawled into your ear. He continued his deep thrusts, “It'll ... always be me.” He moaned, drilling himself into your ear and your throbbing pussy, then pulling out, feeling the residual heat from your insides before he plunged in again, his hand tightening its firm grip on your ass.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, skin on skin slapping, beating relentlessly as the lewd sound echoed off of the walls of his loft, forcing louder moans from your lips.

“That's it, sweetness... ~haah ~ yeah~...” He pressed his face against your cheek, his breath wafting down your neck, jet-black strands tickling your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

“Open up that pretty pussy... let me in... I'll die inside.” he gripped your neck tighter, his strong arm locking you in place as he beat his name into the depths of your core.

He moved to lightly press his open mouth against yours as he held your throat and you both exchanged air, bodies shuddering from the intensity as you moaned, “Ngh!!!” unable to say anything more.

Megumi breathed directly into your mouth softly, “God, I missed you... you're doing so good, baby.” he purred, “Cum ... let me feel you cum again for me.”

You began to sob underneath him, oversensitive and overworked, but dying with pleasure as he commanded you, rutting hard into your heat as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, sucking at your swollen lips, then slid his wet muscle slowly down your chin, massaging your throat with hot kisses, back up your jaw, to your cheek, then back to your lips.

You whimpered softly ... “Me~gumi ... ha~ah... haah” behind the warm tears seeping down the sides of your flushed cheeks.

“You're so fucking sweet...” he praised as he rocked his hips into you, “So good and so sweet…” he continued, feeling you tighten around him. “You remember being on your knees for me, hm?” he whispered into the shell of your ear, “Being a good little slut for me? ... Lemme hear it...”

It hit you again like a tidal wave “y–yes ... s–sir... you murmured, as your pupils pulsed with hearts. “I'm ... I'm cu–cumming! ... Fuck... y-yeeea~ah!”

Megumi released your neck, gliding his fingers into your hair as you came, fisting it into the top of your head as he fucked you silly and filled you with spend, the warmth coating your insides beautifully as you milked him dry.

This man was unequivocally yours. And you really were his. Ask him to do anything, he'll do it. Your name was branded onto his heart and his body melded into yours.

And you, you couldn't imagine being without him. Where could you go and not desire him? He fulfilled you in a way that no one else could. He was IT for you. And it was not hard to recognize.

You were head over heels in love with him.

You loved and wanted every bit of him. His quirks, his faults, his issues, his blemishes, his love. All of it. He supported you, cared for you, regarded you, considered you, and made you feel fucking amazing.

So you let go and allowed yourself to fall. And as afraid as you were, you realized you already had. Deeply.

Megumi remained inside you, refusing to disconnect, resting in your warmth as the high washed over you both. He pressed his face against your cheek and breathed,

“I love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

Your eyes parted, a bit of light shining through Megumi's large window, the curtains pulled open, revealing the dark morning sky. You were slightly disoriented, having awakened in his room. The moment you recalled where you were, a feeling of deep satisfaction washed over you. Happiness.

Being with Megumi Fushiguro like this in his home, you felt so ... safe. No rush to leave, no pressure to go home, no awkwardness or confusion, no feelings of being out of place or unwelcome as has happened other times in your adult life. There were no questions or doubts. Just comfort, safety, and peace.

You took a deep breath as you peered through the mostly dark at his pretty sleeping face. The man that you already know you have decided to give yourself over to. How long has it been since you've felt this? Have you ever felt like this?

Love Song – 311

played softly on his speaker as you reached your hand over to brush your fingers through his hair. You smiled warmly as you took in his not-so-subtle beauty, the feeling of never wanting to leave this spot, weighing your body down comfortably.

Your fingers slid slowly up and down his muscular arm, and you reluctantly turned away from his face, moving to exit the bed. His hand suddenly wrapped around your waist, stopping you.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a muffled, sleepy voice.

You turned back to him, “To the bathroom, babe.” You whispered, kissing him on the cheek, your lips lingering on his face as your fingers curled around his neck.

“Mmmh...” Megumi moaned in deep relaxation. “Don't leave.”

You smiled warmly. “I wouldn't dare.” You whispered as you turned to look at his clock, noticing it was just past 7am. You got up and grabbed your phone, wandering off to the bathroom.

Megumi watched as you slid it off of the bedside table, unable to sate his curiosity regarding who you'd possibly want to contact at this hour.

Regardless, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of enjoying your presence with him right here and now, after you had just given him one of the best and most gratifying nights of his life. He usually spent every night here, or at his studio, alone, waking up to only his body, the quiet of his personal space, with only reminders of his accomplishments and hard work to keep him vaguely warm.

But, having someone, you specifically, to share his space with, to wake up to, someone he knows well, someone who really gets him and shares his likes and his life, is so fulfilling, it'd be a true crime to go back to the way it was.

And just how was it again? What was it like before you?

You turned to peek at his beautiful form as he lay under his black blankets, his soft, pale skin and pretty blue eyes peering back toward you in your birthday suit as you stepped into his oversized adidas slides and your robe you brought.

The look of him warmed your heart as you fought the urge to jump back into bed and wrap yourself in his arms, forcing yourself to look away.

You disappeared around the frame of his room door, crossing the hall into the bathroom, then closing the door behind you to be sure you could have the conversation you wanted without it reaching his ears. You turned on the shower, sat on the toilet and dialed the number.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Maki?”

“Girl... It's SO early!” she huffed, her voice laced with annoyance.

“I know, I know! I'm so sorry.” You whispered. “I had to take an opportunity since he's not close by. So, when can we do this?” You asked, cupping your hand over your mouth. “It's so close... I wanna be sure to finish in time.”

“Definitely tonight for sure.” She answered. “The guys agreed to practice what you sent, and they think they're ready for your first visit. Also, I talked to her, and she says she's cleared.”

You suddenly feel butterflies fluttering in your belly. “Oh my god, I'm so nervous!” you squeaked, “I told him I had to work later. How can we keep him from the studio?” You questioned, turning toward the door in case he barged in.

“Yuji promised to manage that. And Ino will be here with us. He's gonna take care of the drums.”

“Yes!!” you giggled, almost too loud, shrinking quickly, covering your mouth again. “Agh! You're the BEST! Okay! I'll see you at three, right?”

“Yup. Three sharp! His birthday is in a week.” Maki replied, “Oh, and be prepared. He's not gonna like that we did this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Yeah, I figured as much, but you know I don't care, right? I can't wait to piss him off a little.” You said, with a wrinkle in your nose.

“Oh my God girl, you're exactly right for him. Ha-ha!” Maki says, joking but serious.

You suddenly hear a light knock on the door. You turned, slightly startled, per your attempt to be sneaky. “Yeah?” you answered.

“Hey, you want waffles?”

“Yum! Yes! Thank you!” you said to Megumi, then turned back toward the phone to reply to Maki, whispering, “Okay I gotta go! I'll see you later!”

“Okay, don't accidently spill the tea.” she answers.

“Hehehe... I'll try not to.” You replied, ending the call.

A warm feeling slowly engulfed your heart as you gently squeezed the phone in your hand, plopping it down in your lap as you exhaled, then slowly inhaled the lingering smell of Megumi on your skin, and in the bathroom from his soaps and personal belongings in this space as your eyes floated around the room.

A smile spread across your face as you hurried and stripped down, hopping into the shower so as not to appear more suspicious than you already did.

*~*~*~*~*

Fade Away – Lucky Daye

now played on his flat screen. So, you have to work later, huh?” Megumi asked, stuffing his mouth with a forkful of waffles that had no syrup.

“Yup” you answered. “Those have gotta be dry.” You teased, frowning.

“Yea, a little.” He shrugged. “But they're already sweet. And I have coffee.”

“True. They're also tasty though. I didn't realize you were such a good cook.” You said, smiling.

“I had to cook a lot as a kid. I learned pretty early. My mom didn't spend much time at home with me and my sister before she passed, and my dad wasn't around ... until he was.” His eyebrows jumped as he stabbed another bundle of waffles onto his fork before his eyes flicked back up at you.

You gazed at him thoughtfully, considering that you had actually not had many conversations with him about his parents. Or his sister. “Are you and your sister still close?”

“We are. We don't talk as much as we'd like to though, since she's studying abroad and pretty busy. I'd say we chat like...” he squinted as he shook his head slowly, “two to three times a week?”

A smirk curled into your lips as you nodded slowly, his vulnerability making your heart flutter a bit. You watched him eating, that relaxed, pouty, blank look on his face ironically enveloping you in more warmth. He was always so adorable, and you couldn't wait to embarrass him to pieces.

You recalled talking to him a bit about his parents yesterday before the show at “dinner”, and he told you that he got along well with them both. He mentioned that they all had a hard time after his mom passed, and Toji disappeared for a while, leaving him alone with his sister. When he finally came back, he worked hard to get closer to Megumi and Tsumiki and earn their trust again.

Regardless of it all, Megumi grew up to be a beautiful person, caring for his sister under difficult circumstances, and still becoming a powerful presence, now on his way to being a full-fledged star. Which, you already felt he was. You loved everything about him, whether he was the leader of a rock band or a janitor.

“Do you think I could meet her sometime?” you finally uttered, curious what he thought of it.

“I don't mind at all. And I think she'd like that.” His lids fell over his eyes ever so slightly as he peered over at you, slowly chewing the last of his waffle, leaning back in his seat. “So... what do you wanna do until you have to go to work?”

“Hmm... I dunno. It's too cold to go out at the moment. And I still have quite a while before I have to be there. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yup.” He replied.

“Okay. I'll get this, you get the movie?” You said as you stood to grab the dishes from the table.

“Cool. I'll get a quick shower while you do that and come right back.” He said.

You watched out of the corner of your eye, stuffing the dishwasher with your plates as he reached for the remote, choosing a romance film.

~*~*~*~*~

You were surprised at how exhausted you were with all the work you'd been doing, but you gathered that it must be the adrenaline keeping you afloat as you walked quickly toward your office building from the train station.

It had already been 4 days since you saw Megumi last, and today, you had to run in to work to grab a few things before heading to his studio, hopefully long before he showed up with Yuji.

When you texted, you told him you were working, and it was already about six twenty-five. You were scheduled to be at the studio by seven. You were in quite a hurry, hoping you could grab your drive from your desk and head back. You stepped off the elevator and turned the corner to walk the aisle to your desk, only to see someone already sitting there.

“Um... May I help you?” you asked with a frown, tilting your head to the side as you tried to get a look at the stranger's face as he sat typing at your computer. You were considerably surprised at how he managed, since it had been locked.

The stranger didn't turn to look at you, his demeanor devoid any regard for the fact that he was absolutely not supposed to be all up in your personal space. “No, I think I can manage. Thanks.” He replied in a deep voice, quite nonchalantly.

You huffed, “Perhaps you can, but ... what exactly are you doing at my desk?” you asked, rolling your eyes from behind his back. He appeared to be extremely well built, tall, and had tattoos all up and down his bulky, muscular arms, most of them hidden behind his barely transparent white oxford which he had rolled halfway up his forearms.

“Last I checked it belonged to the company.” He replied rather rudely, still without even bothering to turn and look at you.

You scoffed, now irritated. “Pardon me, but who are you?”

He sighed as if tired of being asked any questions. “I, am Sukuna.” He answered, still seated in the opposite direction as he continued to type away. “And who, pray tell, are you?” he asked, squinting as he leaned in toward the screen, rummaging through your apps.

“I'm the owner of all the belongings you're currently hovering over and the files you've invaded. I'll need you to please remove yourself from my desk.”

Sukuna turned himself around to face you finally, seemingly annoyed as he frowned, his expression softening, and morphing from irritated to slightly amused after setting eyes on your face, shocked at your audacity as he leaned back in your seat, crossing his arms.

You crossed yours in response, raising your eyebrows, blinking a few times with pursed lips as you waited for him to comply.

He chuckled, locking eyes with you “Well well...” he huffed as he finally stood slowly, towering nearly a foot above you, his eyes widening. “Looks like we have a live one in this department.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” Geto chimed in, power walking over from around the corner to explain what's going on. He quickly introduced you, “this is Sukuna. You remember we spoke briefly about him coming by to help us out here, right?”

“Mmmm” you replied, your eyes flicking from Geto back to Sukuna, looking him up and down as he smirked back at you. “I wasn't aware my privacy would be in question upon his arrival.”

“Oh, it isn't. I politely offered my services since you're a little ... overwhelmed.” He seemed to love the sound of his own voice as his words drawled from his mouth past the pretentious look on his face.

“Well, um ... 'Sukuna', is it?” you replied, “that tends to happen when a single person is processing the work of five. But we appreciate your assistance. Were you looking for something in particular among my personal belongings?”

Geto took a deep breath as he noted the obvious tension between the two of you, “My apologies, we needed these documents,” he handed a piece of paper over to you with a list, as your glare continued to cut into Sukuna's gaze.

“You happened to be the only one who had them downloaded. I apologize for not calling you about it sooner, but we're on a deadline and needed them quickly.” Geto explained.

You gently took the paper from him, taking a quick peek before handing it back to him, moving toward your seat which was directly behind Sukuna. “If you'll ... excuse me?” you requested.

Sukuna motioned, stretching out one of his hands, granting you access to your own desk, the corners of his lips turning down a little in the corners.

You sat for a few moments, taking a deep breath as you felt their eyes on your back. You quickly pressed a few keys, pushed your mouse around, hit a few clicks, then swiveled in your chair back to Geto. “All done, and all sent to your primary. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Uh,” he paused, his eyes flicking to Sukuna then back to you as he pressed his lips into a hard line. “No, I think that'll be fine for now”.

Sukuna continued to glare your direction, with his large arms crossed, “Except... I'll need you to hang out here for a few hours to answer some questions about that project.” He uttered as his eyes traveled up and down your frame.

“Yeah...” you shook your head and shrugged, “I'm afraid that's a commitment I'm unable to keep at the moment since I have prior engagements.” You replied sharply, nodding at the end of your statement with a tiny smirk. “Also, that's a request generally made by management?”

He paused for a moment, seemingly entertained by your snarky disposition. “Well, unfortunately for you, one of the requirements of this position is to be available for overtime at the request of management ... which I currently am.” He retorted, squinting slightly as his lips turned up slyly at you.

Your eyes widened as you turned them toward Geto, hoping to hear reason escape his lips.

“I think we can manage without her just this once, huh Sukuna?” he chuckled in a way that you hardly found funny, patting Sukuna on the shoulder who maintained his curious gaze at you as you cut your eyes toward Geto.

“Well, I just came by to pick up a few things.” You turned to grab your jump drive that you hadn't realized you left inside the port in front of your computer. You yanked it out, turning toward Geto. “See you tomorrow?”

“We most certainly will.” Sukuna answered, regardless of the fact that you weren't talking to him. You rose from your desk, the feeling of his eyes resting on you making you shudder with discomfort. His gaze remained locked on you as it followed you around the corner, until you disappeared back to the elevator.

*~*~*~*~*

Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

played on the studio speaker as you sat on the couch. “I wanted to kick his smug ass.” You said to Nobara, rolling your eyes as she sat next to you behind Ino's panel.

“Shit, I don't blame you. What the hell is up with Geto these days? He seems to be leaning on you quite a bit for the well-being of that office. Maybe it's time you asked for another raise.”

“Yeah, no kidding. That Sukuna character is gonna be a real headache for sure. Thank God I didn't have to actually stay there today. I told Megumi I was going to work, now I don't have to feel bad for lying to him. You chuckled, I actually did have to 'work'.” You said, shaking your head.

“Well, he's out with Yuji now, they won't be here until around 9, so I think you're in the clear.”

“Nice.” You replied.

“Hey lady, you're up!” Ino called, spinning around in his chair toward you and Nobara.

You smiled over your shoulder at your bestie before heading over to the sound booth and the live microphone.

“Don't freak out, singer.” Choso teased. “We got you”.

You scrunched your nose up at him and smiled, then spoke into the mic to help Ino adjust it to your voice. “But it's only been a couple days.” Your voice reverberated off the walls beautifully after speaking into that expensive microphone. “You guys have this memorized already?”

“Who you think you're talking to?” Choso quipped, and they all chuckled. “Nah, I'm just kidding, we're good though.” He continued. “We have the track here if we screw anything up, but we've gone over it quite a few times at home separately and together, so don't worry.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, cringing a little at his pretend arrogance, but he was right. Your music was hardly anywhere near as complicated as theirs, but you still wanted everything to be perfect. Megumi deserved for you to try your best, though you knew he wouldn't care if you did the whole thing wrong especially in a situation like this. He would love your singing.

“Okay lets do this.” you said, as you waited for Ino to queue you in.

*~*~*~*~*

The rehearsal was a success. A million pounds of weight seemed to be lifted from your shoulders after it was all done.

You went down the line, hugging each of the band members for working with you so well. You couldn't believe how fast they grasped the material, though they are all experts, so it really shouldn't have surprised you as much.

“Are you guys sure you're comfortable singing backup for me?” You said to Maki, after hugging her last.

“Not uncomfortable in the slightest.” Choso replied, “I figured you had chops, but damn, girl!”

“For real.” Yuta interjected. “I'm gonna love playing for you. With vocals like that? It's an honor.”

“Fire.” Toge chimed, as he nodded.

“Seriously, quit worrying.” Maki reassured. “It was perfect.”

“And it will be perfect, no matter what.” Ino chimed. “Who wrote that anyway?”

“I did.” You answered. “I had it all in my head but couldn't play all the parts the way I wanted to, so I just roughly attempted them on the guitar.” You shook your head. “You guys brought this music to life in a way that I never dreamed I'd hear it. I'm so grateful.” You said, holding your hand up to your mouth as tears came to your eyes.

“Megumi's just ... I want him to love it.” you looked around to them all, “And I couldn't have asked for a better sound in a million years. Thank you so much you guys.”

“Anytime.” Ino replied, as an adorable smile graced his face. “No, seriously. Any time. You must be planning to finish an album, right? That voice and that music can't go to waste. I won't allow it.”

“Oh my god, I can't afford you, Ino.” You muttered behind a nervous laugh.

“Girl... you heard me. You're on deck.” He said as he gathered his things.

You looked over at Choso as he nodded in agreement with his eyebrows raised, along with the rest of the band, their expressions a warning that you'd probably better get your shit together while they're all on the same page about supporting.

“Seriously, y'all are gonna make me cry!” You said, as you turned to walk quickly out the booth door toward Nobara with a huge smile on your face, and an equal amount of embarrassment.

Ino shook his head at you, snickering as he said his goodbyes, in a rush to leave out the back door early to avoid Megumi seeing him since he wanted to surprise him with his visit.

“Girl! That was fucking amazing!! I'm so excited for you!” Nobara said, smiling widely, and extremely excited.

You plopped down on the couch next to her, covering your face with your hands. “Thanks, love. I'm really freaking out right now, but it's gotta be done.”

“Tch... You know he's gonna kick your ass, right?”

“Hehe, yeah... or kiss it if I'm lucky.” You mumbled as you looked at her out the corner of your eye.

Nobara's entire face opened up in shock as she laughed. “Ahhh!! Oh my god, listen to you!” She pushed your shoulder off of her as she teased you, and you both giggled.

Just then, your phone rang, interrupting your moment with a call from a number you didn't recognize.

You finished giggling as you explained, “I think I might have to take this. Gimme a sec.” you held out your finger as you stepped out of the inner studio to the open area.

Something In the Way – Nirvana

played on the speaker as you answered.

“Hello?”

The caller asked if you were available without bothering to introduce himself, in a deep, stern voice.

“Speaking, how can I help you?”

“This is Sukuna. I'm calling to inquire about the overtime we discussed.”

You flinched, considering you must have misheard the name. “Who?” you replied.

“I'm pretty sure you remember me. It's Sukuna. Your manager?”

You paused in disbelief. Waiting to hear something reasonable come from the other side of that line.

“Our deadline is fast approaching, and it seems we need all the help we can get on this project.” He continued.

You couldn't believe this man had the mitigated gall to contact you on your private line, actually demanding work from you on your day off.

“I'm sorry to disappoint you, but again, I won't be available until tomorrow morning as scheduled.” You frowned angrily, your tone firming, “Just exactly how did you obtain my personal number?”

“I requested it from Geto. I'm making calls to our subordinates, offering the opportunity to acquire more income as well as –”

“Excuse me,” your eyes pressed shut “did you just say, subordinates?” you scoffed. Geto never spoke to his employees that way. Though you did work “under” him, he was far more likely to use the term “team member”. It was clear that this man was already bringing down the morale in the workplace and now doing the same in your personal space outside of that.

“Yes,” he continued, “we are your superiors are we not? There are a few who've agreed to work a few extra hours tonight as we have quite a bit to accomplish and will require as many hands as possible.”

“I'm sorry, but... were you not hired for this very reason, Sukuna? As a longtime employee of this company, I'd like to suggest you take this as an opportunity not only to legitimize your position there, but to reinforce Geto's faith in your abilities.”

Your phone began to ring just then from another line. You glanced at it, noticing yet another number you were unable to recognize.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another call coming through. I'll be happy to speak with Geto at a later date if you'd like to discuss this further. Have a good evening.” you rolled your eyes as you ended the call abruptly, answering the next one.

“Hello?” you answered, your tone possibly a little too curt.

“Hello? ... Um... this is Tsumiki? ... I'm calling for –”

“Oh hi!” You introduced yourself, your voice softening immediately. “Tsumiki! I'm so glad you called. I'm happy to hear from you! I want to thank you for being a part of this.”

“Oh of course. It's not a problem in the least! I'm glad someone is doing it because as you probably know, he would never.”

You chuckled a bit. “Not in a million years. I just hope he doesn't kill me after.”

“You and me both.” She replied with a giggle.

“So, you'll be able to make it? I mean, it won't put a strain on you, right?”

“Not at all.” She replied happily, “I'll be there with bells on. I'm ecstatic to see him. It's been too long. It'll settle my mind to know how he's been doing all this time. To see all his friends, and to be sure he's well. And It'll be great to meet you, too.”

You hear the door open to the studio from outside the building as Yuji and Megumi stumble in, Yuji, teasing him about something silly. You turned back toward the phone covering your mouth as you spoke.

“Oh my God, same! I'm so excited but he's here I gotta go!”. You whispered with your hand over the phone, regrettably rushing her off as you turned toward the boys who seemed too distracted to notice you.

“Okay! I'll shoot you a text when I land.” She replied before she hung up.

Megumi and Yuji arrived at around 9:30, far more than just a bit tipsy as you could tell by their conversation. Yuji worked to keep Megumi facing his direction to distract him as you ducked by. You'd hoped to escape his view as you rushed back to the control room from the foyer where they'd entered.

You scurried over to where Nobara was sitting and plopped down next to her on the couch just as the boys wandered into the room.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” Nobara asked as she got up to hug Yuji.

Megumi did a double take as he noticed you, staring down at you with a wrinkle in his forehead as he turned the rest of his body your direction.

“Aaand what are you doing here?” He asked, quietly, holding his liquor almost as well as he holds his drumsticks.

“Hey. I'm just hanging out.” You shrugged. “Don't mind me.”

He stared at you for a beat, his eyes looking you over in that way. “What are you up to?” he asked, his face scrunching in suspicion.

“Up to?” you replied, your eyebrows pressing upward into your forehead as you looked around, puzzled. “Me?”

“Yeah. YOU.” he huffed, “You've been acting weird lately. What's up with you?”

“Uh...” you chuckled. “Nothing... I'm just hanging out with my friends!”

His gaze minimized into a squint as it bored into yours. “Commere for a sec.” he leaned in, reaching for your hand, waiting for you to place it in his so he could pull you up from the couch.

“Whats up Megz?” Yuji asked, as Nobara leaned closer into their hug.

“Nothing...” Megumi replied as you gave him your hand. He scanned your body out the corner of his eye with slightly pursed lips as he pulled you toward the door. He was quite wasted... and severely uninhibited, likely triggered by your unexpected presence.

“Megumi... what are you –?” you asked as he led you toward his office, pushing your body in front of him as he pressed you into the room with his, closing and locking the door behind him.

Summer Walker – CPR

played on his system as he walked slowly toward you with both hands behind his back. “You're up to something.”

Ugh... Fucking smartass.

You thought, as you stumbled around to his glare with him an inch away from your face, slowly forcing you to step backward, deeper into the room.

You scoffed, crossing your arms, eyelids fluttering as you licked your lips. “You have a problem with me being at your studio Megz?” You asked, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.

“Tch. No, I don't, and you know that.” He replied, a sway in his step and his eyes still little as he peered at you. “Now, tell me what the fuck you're up to.”

You snickered at his misplaced seriousness, your mouth gaping open at him cussing at you, as you found it terribly amusing how his well-put-together, relaxed demeanor was in a bit of a mess, his cheeks beet red from his drinks.

“I told you, I'm not 'up to' anything.” You replied, in a huff, uncrossing your arms, holding your hands out, palms up as if to prove they were empty. “Noby told me you went out with Yuji and would be back here, so I came after work!” You rolled your eyes and sighed. Look, I’ve had a long day. Can we just go back now?” you said as you attempted to bypass him, heading toward the door.

He quickly gripped your arm, pulling you back as he continued to peer down at you, “You're lying” he said with an upward nod. He hadn't raised his voice, but it was clear he was skeptical, scrutinizing your features and behavior, wheels clearly turning in his head, obviously oiled by the alcohol.

“I heard you secretly giggling on the phone in the bathroom at my place the other day, and again just now. You didn't spend all night at work because I saw you in town at six-thirty. The fuck are you tip toeing around for?” He went on, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he took another step, far too close to you.

You huffed, snickering at his attitude. “Megumi...” your voice nearly a whisper as you challenged his concern. “Fucking relax, okay? You're intoxicated. Chill. I'm just here to hang out with you at the studio.” You kept smiling, so entertained by his behavior you practically gave yourself away since it made you appear to be lying all the more.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes bouncing between each of yours before he grabbed your wrist, walking you from the doorway of his office to the empty portion of his adjacent wall that displayed less of his trophies, and contained enough space to fit your bodies.

“I'll say it one more time. Tell me what you're doing.” He demanded again as his fingers slid up your forearm from your wrist, curling around your bicep as his gaze traveled across your breasts.

“What the fuck, Megumi? I'm sus for talking on the phone?”

“No,” he said, glancing up. “You're sus for making your conversations a secret.”

You paused, staring back. “Are you kidding me? You're too smart for your own fucking good you know that?” you mumbled, your heart beating faster by the second as you swallowed thickly, having some idea where his head was at.

He pressed his left palm flat against the wall behind you to the right of your head. “Maybe I am, but you'll pay for it.” he drawled as his head cocked to the side and his glassy eyes scanned your figure.

“And … what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I'm holding you accountable.” He leaned in even closer to the shell of your ear. “Turn around and pull your skirt up.”

You suddenly let out a breath you had no idea you were holding as you cut your eyes toward him, only able to see his neck from this angle as he buried his head in the crook of yours, inhaling you. The aroma of soap and incense swirled in your senses as his right hand inched up your shirt from the waist. “Clearly, you're a little … anxious right now … Megumi … “you breathed, your skin tingling hot and sensitive where he touched.

He scoffed, leaning back, flashing a mischievous grin. “You're a terrible liar.” He murmured calmly as his sleepy eyes continued to rake over you. “Now do what you're told.”

Your eyes fluttered as you felt your core clench. You surveyed his features, finding nothing but resolve and hunger in his eyes as you anticipated his next move. “You don't trust me?” you said, literally standing your ground as you peered up at him through your lashes. “I'm … hurt …”

Megumi's stepped the last inch toward you, closing the gap between his chest and yours as your back pressed flush against the wall. He turned his head down toward your ear, “I'll get it out of you.” he spoke, pressing his knee between your legs. You flinched as his thigh brushed against your clothed clit, your skirt hiking up almost completely, his hand moving higher from your waist until it cupped around your breast over your bra.

You could feel your body succumbing, heat pooling in your core as he trapped your nipple between his index and thumb, tugging the sensitive nub as it slowly grew harder. He squeezed as he watched pink fill your cheeks. With each flinch, your clit was teased even more. His left hand curled around your neck, as he buried his face in the other side and his jet-black strands brushed against your skin.

Not You Too – Drake (feat. Chris Brown)

“Wh – What are you doing?” you whined as he pressed his body harder against you, your hands gripping his sleeves on each side, pressing forward into his biceps in a futile effort to push him away. “There's nothing to... fucking talk about...”

He huffed as he flicked out his tongue, planting a wet open-mouthed kiss to the base of your neck, then slid one long stroke up to your earlobe, sending a sharp tingle down that entire side of your body, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

Your breathing intensified as he continued, both of his hands moving to grip the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your breasts. He buried his face between them, his hands moving to grip each side as he pressed them into his cheeks he sucked hot pink blotches into your smooth skin. Tinges of pain pierced through you as you struggled to maintain your composure, your clit rubbing along the rough grain of his jeans.

Megumi seemed to disappear into his very own world, wetting your chest with his hot tongue and saliva. He curled his fingers around the hem of your bra, pulling down each side, both of your hardened nipples bouncing out toward him. With a low groan, his lips immediately pursed around one, sucking feverishly, his cheeks caving as your entire areola disappeared into his mouth while his other hand gripped and pinched the opposite nub.

As your moans grew louder, he seemed to grow more desperate as he continued, his mouth giving attention to the other side, your tender nub now exposed to the chill in the air as the pad of his thumb now slid across the slick he'd left behind. “Me~gumi...! Ngh!” You whined, fisting his shirt even tighter as you tried to keep quiet.

Megumi sucked hard one last time, then looked up from your soft chest, “Ah … I love that pretty voice.” He grumbled as he moved his other leg between yours, spreading your thighs wider. His left hand moved between your legs as he lifted your thigh, propping it up with his arm.

His breath ghosted down your neck as his right hand squeezed each part of your body it passed as it made its way to your matching cotton panties. “I love this pretty pussy, too...” he breathed as his long fingers slid across your clit in circular motions as they moved further down, teasing your entrance as his palm rested on your pubic bone.

“F-fuck, Megumi!” you whispered, breathing heavily as he pressed his torso into you, and your head pressed back against the wall. “Our friends are out there.”

“And? They'll be alright ... these rooms are soundproofed.” he held your thigh up along in his left forearm as he gazed at you lustfully, his hand squeezing your ass from under your leg as he toyed with your middle in the other. “and I said start talking.”

“Ngh... No!” You refused. “We need to stop…” you whimpered.

“No?” he spoke into your neck as he bent down further, pushing his knees against the wall and his hips between your legs, spreading them even wider. His soft lips planted a warm, wet kiss on your neck as his hand slipped under the hem of your panties, dipping past your folds, soaking in your slick as he glided his fingers slowly back and forth. “You say that” he whispered, “yet here you are again, being my sweet little slutty girl...” He drummed in your ear. “C'ept now you're in trouble.”

You pushed your hands against his chest to move him away as electricity coursed through your body and spread through every limb, but he pressed harder against you, resisting. “Megu–”

“Don't say shit unless you're gonna come clean.” he breathed through his teeth as he watched your face flush hot pink, and his middle fingers moved faster, catching your tingling clit between them as you squirmed.

He smirked as he watched your reactions, yet irritated by the barrier of fabric between you. He moved both hands to the thin strap of your panties, the fabric on your opposite hip, digging into the surface of your skin as he easily ripped the strap apart, allowing them to fall along your leg to the floor.

Your body shook as you whimpered, “O-oh my god... ~mmmfuck!~”

Megumi opened his mouth and pressed it against your whimpering lips, the tip of his wet tongue inching past them teasingly, gliding against the tip of yours as his fingers played with your now sopping pussy. Your propped leg bent around his opposite elbow, tensing as his hand pressed hard against the wall, locking you in place.

“~Haaah...” Megumi breathed, his eyes rolling back as his mind numbed, the pleasure from the sensation of your wetness on his digits hypnotizing him. He continued to glide his slippery tongue across the front of your lips, refusing to sink it deeper as of yet, the lingering flavor of Guinness barely making it to your tastebuds as his fingers mimicked its ministrations, swirling messily around your wet folds.

“Y– you're... gonna m– make me cum!” You warned as your hips jerked under his aggressive hand.

“Mmhmm...” He grunted, the pads of his fingers slipping around your clit, then dipping suddenly as he plunged them deep inside you, curling perfectly into your sweet spot. “so hot … and so fucking tight” he hissed.

“Aaaah... fuuuh~! Your lower lip quivered as you clenched around his fingers, your juices now dripping along his veiny hand.

“I told you to address me as, ‘Sir’”. He spoke into your lips as he removed his hand from the wall, gripping your thigh to lift it a little more around his waist, which you reflexively squeezed into place around him.

You felt yourself coming completely undone; his fingers working your insides forcing heat to pool in your core, your hips jerking uncontrollably, your bottom lip quivering against his as he spoke “I have... N-nothing to say...!” it was coming, and coming fast. “Ngh!”

It was so hard to resist him. He could truly be a menace if he wants to apparently, but somehow it just didn't fucking matter.

“Tch” ... Megumi scoffed, “nothing huh?” he griped as his eyes locked with yours for a moment just before his lips crashed eagerly into yours and he plunged his tongue down your throat.

Your moans becoming more desperate as the lewd, squelching sounds rang with sheer vulgarity in your ears as he sank his fingers inside you to the knuckle. Your pussy throbbed as your sopping canal tightened around his long fingers. He quickly lowered himself under your leg as he propped it over his shoulder, your other thigh widening in response as it stood shakily on the tip of your toes.

He peered up at you, pupils blown out dark as he locked his mouth around your pussy, his tongue making maddening circles around your clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of your hole.

You reached for purchase along the wall behind you, finding none, then swiftly moved to grip the black strands of his hair, wailing out as he fucked you relentlessly with his mouth and fingers. “N – no! Mmgh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” you warned as your core erupted fiercely and your hot juices poured into his mouth from beneath you.

Megumi hummed with explicit satisfaction as he drank you down, firmly gripping your ass, pulling your body against himself as you fisted his hair between your fingers and literally rode out your high on his face. Your mouth gaped open as you trembled, your quivering body unable to come down as your eyes fluttered shut.

Megumi peered past your breasts with you still in his mouth, the view of your beautiful face making his dick even harder as he watched you cum. He passed multiple strokes across your pussy with his tongue, licking and sucking you clean, sliding it up from your opening through your folds with each pass, then planted a wet kiss to your clit before he stood, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand, then licking his lips.

He leaned in with a sly grin. “Just look at that pretty face.” He purred with utter satisfaction on his. “I'm sure you're ready to obey now... unless you want more...”

Dazed, you peered at his reddened face through your lashes. “I ... t – told you...” Your breath hitching between words. Your body was growing limp, trembling all over as you propped yourself against the wall.

WTH – Jene Aiko

played on his speaker. His left hand moved up to grip your neck as he pressed his lips into yours, the taste of your arousal lingering on his tongue as it lashed around your mouth and the clinking sound of his belt coming undone rang loud in your ears. “I guess I'll just have to take that sweet little pussy then huh?” he drawled as he peeled you from the wall, wrapping his arm around your waist as he, turned you to toss you onto the couch.

He plopped down on top of you, his voice drumming low and slow in your ears as he sucked at your lips, his uncharacteristically sloppy kisses hindering your access to oxygen as he then yanked at his boxers with his remaining hand, eager to release his throbbing dick from its confines.

Megumi pulled his pants down past his thighs, lifting your leg up to grant himself access. His opposite hand gripped his rock hard cock as you suddenly felt its hot tip pressing eagerly against your entrance.

… “I'll make an honest woman outta you … “he warned, as his hard, angry head inched further into your soft hole, both his grip around the back of your knee, and your core around nothing, tightening in anticipation. He pressed in harder, your folds blossoming for him as his large member stretched you deliciously.

Your entire being shuddered as he made his way inside, your body responding to the warmth of his tongue, the feeling of his hot breath ghosting down your neck, and his strong hand wrapped around your thigh… You couldn't help it. Shouldn't you be embarrassed? Shouldn't you tell him to stop? It had become too easy. You, had become far too easy for him. As far as you were concerned, he could do no wrong. Or … maybe he could … if you weren't such a fucking masochist.

He pressed his body weight against you, pinning you down, your slick overflowing, allowing him to glide in with ease. “Ngh ~ so … fucking good...” he moaned, sinking deeper inside.

“S'too … big … hngh!” You whined to no avail as your trembling hands gripped the fabric of his shirt into crumpled balls behind his neck and at his waist. His hand curled under your other leg, lifting your thigh around his forearm, both of his hands now firmly gripping your ass, your legs now propped over his shoulders.

“Why are you so fucking wet?” he grunted into your mouth, thrusting his hips aggressively forward, pausing inside at the end of each to savor the feeling of hitting so perfectly inside you. “You're ... dripping while I'm ~ haaah ~ doing this shit to you?” His words droned out between thrusts. “The fuck is wrong with you... huh?”

You muffled your whine, and your core gripped him like a vice, even more so as he mocked you. “So fucking nasty” … he moaned hot into your ear, your arms wrapped around his neck as he drove his rock-hard cock into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah… you like being a n~nasty little slut f'me…”

All that could spill from your lips was a whimper as he pounded into you, his voice and words arousing you, making you crazy.

“Mmhhhh that's it... you know better... open up for daddy” he prompted with a roll of his hips, rocking himself unbelievably deeper into your core.

“Meg~gumi! Ngh!!” You screwed your eyes shut, your mouth gaping open into a silent scream his fingers slid down from the fat of your ass, inching closer to your pussy, widening your openings as the sounds of your juices squelching hummed obscenely through the quiet of his office.

Megumi drawled as his hot cock tapped your sweet spot repeatedly, each time, bringing tears to your eyes. “You're … ssshit … haah ~ giving my pussy away?”

“N ~ never!” you moaned, “Fuck you! … M~more!”

His body bobbed up and down as his glazed over blues pierced into your eyes behind his fierce frown, your insides massaging his length so good as he fucked you closer toward the edge.

You wailed out, moving one of your hands to cup your mouth, ensuring no one standing outside his door could hear you. Your core tightened fiercely as he thrusted one last time, pulling out just as you were about to cum.

“Haaah~fuck! Mmmmh! No no no … Please! Your whimpers tickled his ears as he watched your pleading face and your pink lips.

Megumi leaned in, mushing his face into the side of yours, his lips at the shell of your ear, “You're so pretty when you beg... Please, what?” he dragged his mouth along your jaw, then planted wet kisses on your lips, sucking in your bottom lip again, “Mnngh...” he whispered, “Don't fuck with me.”

“How … dare you … think that.” You huffed, short of breath, your bottom lip quivering, “Are you … f ~ fucking crazy?” You griped, water pooling in your eyes as your entire body trembled in his arms. “Please... don't stop” you whispered.

You couldn't imagine wanting anyone, anything more. He was insane to think something like that would ever cross your mind.

Megumi's gaze moved to your lips as he smashed his mouth into yours, plunging his tongue inside, your head tilting back as you opened your mouth wider, offering yourself up to him, your empty core squeezing nothing, begging him to reenter.

You whimpered as he pulled back from the kiss a moment, mumbling in a whisper, “Haah ~ give it back...”

“Give what back?”

“I … need you, Megumi.” You swallowed thickly,” I need your … cock... f~fuck me … please...” you whispered.

“Good girl.” His solid dick, standing at attention, needed no assistance as he aligned the tip with your hole, pressing in just a touch. He reached his hand around to grip it, sliding it around your slick folds up to your clit, teasing...

“Megumi... please” you whined “don't do that to me … hurry.”

He smirked, plunging back into your wet entrance, tunneling in to the hilt, your body in a full on mating press.

“Haaahhh! Fuck … yes!”

“Mmmgh...” he growled “Can't fucking get enough of this pussy...” as he drove it in harder, faster, chasing both your release and his. “I could stay inside you forever.”

“Ahhh yes! Yes! I'm coming... I'm … coming!” You wailed, as he forced himself into you again and again, your liquids oozing along the soft skin of his sack as it slapped against your ass, your hands finding their way up to his hair, his black strands tangling between your digits again as you gripped him.

He pressed in again, the base of his cock flush against your swollen entrance as he fucked and emptied his hot seed deep into your core, filling you completely. A guttural moan erupted from deep inside him as his entire body shook, and your arousal coated his oversensitive member.

He bowed his head, pressing his sweat soaked forehead into your cheek as the both of you caught your breath. His aroma wafted up your nose on your inhale, filling your entire body with him.

You both lingered for a moment, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his damp hair and you both slowed your breathing, your mind completely relaxed and satisfied, yet slightly uneasy per the possibility of your friends still being in the next room over.

Megumi partially put himself back together and stood, walking over to his desk where he pulled a container of wipes from the drawer. You watched as he pulled some from the package and brought them back over to you. He kneeled back down, warmed them for a moment in the palm of his hand and wiped you clean.

A small smile spread across your lips. “I can do that you know.”

“Tch,” Megumi's gaze flicked up to yours as you smirked at his sweet gesture. “Yeah, but why?” he huffed. “I got you into this mess. Literally.” He said as he balled up the wipes, tossing them into the trash can against the wall.

He sat up on his knees, stretching his arm across your thighs as you lay on the couch, his chin resting on your leg. “Look ... If uh” He looked down and away, as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. “... if you've got other stuff going on, you can just tell me.”

You flinched at his words as your heart pounded loud in your ears. “What?” You couldn't tear your eyes away from his as faint shudder tremored through you. “Even after all that? … Are – are you serious, Megumi?” you asked, as he looked down at his hands fidgeting with the hem of your wrinkled skirt.

“Sorry. I feel like I could be pushing you too hard. But I don't want you to feel pressure. If … we've moved too fast, and you don't … wa–”

“Stop.” you squeezed your eyes shut as his words seemed to generate actual pain in your chest. “No. There's no way.” You shook your head. “Regardless of whats going on with me, that's the absolute last thing on earth it would be.” Your eyes scanned his face. “I love you, too, Megumi. More than anyone, or anything else on this earth.”

You lifted his pink pouty face with your palm, peering into his eyes as tears formed in yours out of genuine concern that he may actually be crazy enough to believe you'd leave him. “I don't care how long it's been. If I could reach into my chest and remove my heart to give it to you, I would.”

Megumi leaned toward you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling heavily as if to breathe you in, his black strands tickling your skin. “It's late. You have work in the morning, right?” he said as his hand rested at the base of your neck.

“Yup. Noby's giving me a ride... if she's still here, that is.”

“Good. Cause you know I can't right now.”

“No. You can't.”

*~*~*~*~*

You were so glad you didn't need to see Sukuna's face for the next few days at work, since he was called away and ended up stuck working the projects he was hired for. You spent the next few days there, then rehearsing at home, making sure your performance would be flawless.

It was finally time to celebrate. You arrived at Nanami's with Nobara and Tsumiki. You walked toward the building, ecstatic to see exactly what would come of this surprise that you know will likely get you into a ton of trouble.

“Everyone's here” Nobara said, smiling over at you from the bar. “Nanami let us take over the place for the night, so Megumi's assuming it's gonna just be another dress rehearsal for their next show.”

“Okay, perfect!” you said, your voice squeaky and excited.

“Yuji says he's on his way. They should be here any second.” Todo said as he walked over to the three of you at the bar. Everyone was present, including many of the bar's VIP's that never miss a single one of their shows, most of them recognizable by Todo, Yuji, and the band.

“I'm so fucking nervous.” You said, as you took a deep breath, turning to look at both Tsumiki and Nobara, each of them sitting on either side of you as you shook out your hands and fidgeted with them anxiously.

Tsumiki rested a hand on your arm in reassurance. “Don't worry! I'm sure you'll be great! Nobara told me how good you are. Just trust yourself and everything will be perfect.” She said with a warm smile.

You exhaled quickly, “Yeah... Just relax...” you repeated her words to yourself.

Nobara squeezed your forearm. “You've got this. He's gonna love it.”

Adorn – Miguel

played on the speaker. You smile at her as suddenly everyone in the building began cheering the moment Megumi walked in with Itadori at his side.

Todo spotted them and immediately called out on the speaker from the front of the bar, “Here he is! The birthday boy, and the greatest rocker around, Meguumiiiii!”

You watched as air filled his lungs and his eyes widened in shock, then simultaneously roll as he shook his head, dropping his face toward the floor, then cutting his eyes up at Yuji, who grimaced, stepping a foot or so away from him slowly.

“I'm gonna fucking ki –” Megumi stopped mid-sentence as he watched you saunter over toward him, with his sister.

You watched as he caught her in his sights, stunned and wide-eyed. Your heart nearly melted at the look on his face, as it was more than obvious that he was happy to see her.

“Tsumiki...?” he said, almost as if he didn't really believe she was there. As she reached up to hug him, a huge smile graced her pretty face.

Just as he formed his lips to ask “What –?”, shaking his head, he turned his attention toward you, meeting your gaze, then back and forth between you and his sister. The wrinkle in his forehead disappeared as he realized you were the one responsible.

His eyes smiled at you as his lips disappeared into his mouth and he averted his gaze, trying hard to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was the most adorable thing you'd ever seen.

Of course, you weren't as good at hiding yours as he was. You couldn't help but stand there admiring his pretty face, unable to contain the heat spreading outward through your body from the bottom of your heart.

“She's an amazing woman, Megumi.” Tsumiki said, smiling over at you as you continued to blush.

“Yeah.” He answered. “Yeah. She is.” He raked his gaze over you, taking in how hot you looked as the blood rushing to your cheeks rivaled your makeup.

He reached one arm up to cup the back of your head and kiss you once on the cheek as he leaned into the shell of your ear, “Be prepared to be paid back for this with interest.” He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

He turned and slammed the shot Yuji stuffed into his hand seconds earlier, then to Tsumiki as she began to chat with him.

You smiled as you made your way back over to Nobara at the bar, glowing with happiness to see Megumi so pleased. You sat for a moment, watching people make their way over to speak to him, and him, really, really wanting to avoid all the human interaction. It was awfully funny and cute, and you were more than happy to suffer whatever consequences he had in store for you for putting him in this position later.

“He looks happy” Nobara observed, pushing your Blue Moon over toward you.

You smiled, “Yeah.” overjoyed that you were able to make him feel this way. You took a few gulps of your beer to help calm your nerves a bit as your eyes flicked toward the stage and the boys prepared to begin. Choso gave you an upward nod, queuing you to come up.

Though Megumi hadn't caught his signal, he presumed he would just go up and get ready to play. Yuji grabbed his arm just as he was about to pass your special seat, the one that allowed you to see him so clearly onstage.

You felt like your heart would beat clear out of your chest, but you peeled yourself from the stool, eyeballing Megumi, biting your lip as you smiled that shy smile, then made your way over to the stairs beside the stage. Megumi watched as you walked over, his eyes then shooting over toward Yuji in total confusion.

“Have a seat.” Nobara said to Megumi, patting the cushion, which was still warm as he sat, watching in shock as you continued up the stage right stairs.

“What... in the hell... is going on?”

“Just relax. Here.” Yuji said as he slid a bottle of Guinness over to him at the bar which he took several gulps of before setting it back down. Tsumiki smiled warmly as she sat next to him, a huge grin spreading across her face, excited.

You'd finally made it backstage, the thick curtain shrouding the crowd on the other side of it as you stood behind it, trembling. Your eyes closed as you breathed in and out, hoping to regulate your nervous system. You felt a couple of strong hands squeeze your shoulders and you open your eyes to see Choso grinning down at you as he reassured you.

“It'll be perfect. No worries. We've all got your back, just sing. You can do it.” You smiled and nodded, still feeling as though you'd never be able to stop the vigorous tremoring in your nerves. He walked across the stage to join the rest of the band, taking the mic as everyone cheered.

“Thank you, guys for coming out!” His voice rang out across the room. “We're glad to be here celebrating our leader’s birthdaaaaay!” he raised his bottle of beer, the entire venue roaring in approval as Megumi cringed. “But … we have a couple gifts for him that you all will get to take part in. A special guest will be singing with us tonight, so give her a hand as she comes to the stage.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly strutting across the stage as you made your way over to the microphone. Anxiety shot through your body like electricity, your gaze directed out toward the crowd as the lights shone bright on you. Of all the times you had done this, nothing could have possibly prepared you for this experience.

Singing for this man, was the epitome of intimidation. The only way you could convince yourself to go through with it is to remind yourself that it wasn't about you. It was your gift to him. And he deserved to have the best you could give.

Megumi's eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights as he sat completely flabbergasted that you were there on stage in front of him in this place. Clearly, you had been up to a lot more than he had given you credit for, and he couldn't have been more proud of you. His approval had shown all over his face as his embarrassment was replaced with pure admiration.

“Thank you all for having me.” you said, your sweet voice echoing across the room as you smiled widely, directing your gratitude toward Choso and the band, as well as the audience. “And thank you, Megumi,” you turned toward him peering past the small sea of people as he sat in your seat, “for being such a breathtaking artist, an amazing inspiration, especially to me, and an even more amazing partner. I love you, so very very much, and we hope that you'll love our performance tonight. This is for you.”

The lights dimmed, and the crowd quieted as Toge queued you in with a few notes.

My Song – H.E.R.

Began to play, as you sang the song directly to Megumi and everyone quietly listened. You sang from the depths of your heart, as every word made you think of him. He has been the light in your life, one of the only people to love you past your flaws, to stick around regardless of how many mistakes you feel you make and is willing to be here for you.

You were comfortable with him. So comfortable that it scared you, the irony of that being that he was exactly what you needed. He wasn't just the safe choice for you, he was secure. He made you feel secure with him. Secure in a relationship without fear or major concerns.

His drive, passion, and inspiration had helped you become stronger in everything you've tried to do, and you couldn't imagine being this close to any other man. Everything about him made you happy, and you felt you could be in this place with him, in this space with him, forever.

Maki and Choso helped beautifully with the background vocals, supporting you as you expressed yourself perfectly, and Toge simply could not have played it better. You recalled that first night you spent with Megumi, when Toge's piano played so beautifully as the two of you drew closer.

Megumi sat almost perfectly still as you sang to him, barely blinking, barely breathing. He carried the same expression he did as he watched you sing at that wedding, the same admiration, adoration and confidence in you as you've always seen. It was as if he gave you wings, and you loved him so much for it. You were able to believe freely without doubt, to dream freely without fear, to hope without despair, and to love freely without pain as long as he was by your side.

You believed in him, and he believed in you.

His eyes locked onto yours, and when your gazes met, it was as if you could feel his heart beating just for you. Even from where he sat from far across the room. Megumi was so amazing that you simply couldn't imagine your life now without him. He needed to know it. And everyone else needed to know it too.

The last chord rang, and the crowd cheered as his gaze remained fixed on yours. The cheers seemed to last a full minute as all of Megumi's friends looked toward him witnessing just how happy he truly was.

As he ripped his eyes away from your beautiful image on stage, he took a deep breath, inhaling as he snapped out of his daze, his eyes now scanning the room, noticing the entire venue gawking at him. He hated it. He propped his elbows up at his knees and interlocked his fingers, burying his head inside.

Tsumiki, Nobara, and Yuji laughed as Tsumiki patted his back, pressing her lips into a hard line. He was totally fine with making an entire band, supporting everyone else, being brilliant and sitting behind a huge drumkit while everyone screamed for him, but the “spotlight” was never something he felt he looked forward to. Even if you were the one shining it on him. Even if everything was beautiful, he was still Megumi.

“Mm'sorry Megz” you said quietly into the mic scrunching your nose as you turned and giggled toward the band. You peered into the crowd as you blew a kiss to him, his eyes peeking back from under his fingers. God, how can he be so cute? You thought as your smile reached his blue gaze.

He turned his blushing face toward the bottle of Guinness he pulled suddenly from the bar, then took another few gulps before rolling it between the palms of his hands.

You took a big sigh as you felt your warmed heart skipping beats. You flicked your eyes over to Maki, who nodded toward you, signaling you to continue.

“Thank you so much everyone.” You expressed with sincere gratitude, noticing the crowd had grown significantly in front of you which you thought was unusual since the venue was supposed to be reserved for people close to Megumi and the band. There was one face among them that you thought you recognized, but as your eyes quickly flicked back to that spot, you could no longer see him.

You suddenly tensed up a bit, your nerves shaking your confidence until your sights finally settled back on Megumi, who's gaze was now burning into you with his fingers interlocked in front of his mouth. You allowed that image of him to relax you as you addressed him from the mic, no longer considering the crowd.

“One more Megumi, okay?” you blushed shyly behind the microphone. “We're gonna do another one for you, an original by me that, without the help of your amazing band, I would never have had the ability, let alone the courage to execute. I hope you like this one, too.”

He tilted his head sideways, his brow furrowing in confusion, as he pursed his lips and squinted, his brain reeling at how you managed to get all of this done in what felt like the shortest period of time.

Ino emerges from the curtains behind the stage, strolling across, throwing up a peace sign toward Megumi as he positioned himself at the drumset.

Megumi's eyes widened in surprise, “Ino's here, too?” he murmured, his head whipping around toward Tsumiki and Nobara, then back toward the stage as his friend made himself comfortable at his kit. Toge played a few notes, starting the song they practiced with you.

Big Feelings – Willow

You belted out the lyrics, gripping the microphone in one hand as the adrenaline from performing in such a huge crowd filled you. You closed your eyes as you sang, moving passionately in your high-top converse, swaying to Ino's perfect beats and Toge's perfection on the keys. Your hair flailed behind the microphone as you danced, Megumi's wide eyes driving your performance all the more.

Maki came in perfectly with you on the chorus, sounding so good you couldn't help how your body reacted to the excitement and overwhelm.

Ino beat the shit out of the drums while Yuta killed it on the bass, and both Choso and Maki blended their guitars, following Toge's piano which complemented your melodic voice beautifully. All of them making your song sound like you'd been singing it on stage for years.

Megumi was now standing, with one hand tucked under his opposite bicep as the other covered his mouth. He was in awe of you. And of his own band. The fact that you executed this so quickly and so well was impressive, even to him. He was enthralled, fascinated by your beauty and talent, even felt the sting of jealousy that he wasn't the one playing drums for you. He'd be sure to fix that later during your next ‘conversation’.

You blew him away. Especially since nothing about this performance was remotely basic. It had rock, jazz and funk elements, and the sound was strong and full, from the harmonies in the vocals to the chords. Let alone your phenomenal voice, and the fact that you were responsible for creating it.

During the last couple of verses and the chorus, you bounced around so freely, it was as if the band was all yours, and you were a headliner. Megumi watched intently, unable to understand how you couldn’t have already become a star with the talent you have, but was beyond ecstatic to see you like this, and excited to see more immediately.

You all ended the song, and the venue erupted in a roaring applause of approval, Megumi included. You took your bow, then blew more kisses at him across the crowd. “Happy birthday baby.” you spoke into the mic with a childlike smile, then turned back toward the band, clasping your hands together as you bowed to each one of them in gratitude, while Choso held out his hand toward you. You quickly turned to head offstage, eager to get back to your man.

Choso grabbed the microphone, “She was fucking awesome, right? Yeeah!” he said, allowing the audience to continue to display how much they loved your performance by their lingering applause.

You finally made it off the stage, passing through the thick crowd, some of the people tapping you as you walked by, praising you for such amazing singing. You thanked them, anxiously heading straight toward Megumi's seat.

Choso continued. “One more and we can let the birthday boy off the hook for a minute. Let's get this party starteeeed!” snickering behind the mic as Megumi shook his head, a vein practically popping out of his forehead.

Tsumiki leaned into Megumi as he watched you make your way to him. “You loving your party?” she asked.

“The music is excellent.” he answered. “The party's a bit much though.” he huffed, cutting his eyes over toward her.

She muffled a laugh, “Don't be too hard on her Megz.” she pleaded.

“Yeah, yeah.” he replied, turning his face back your direction, squinting through the crowd as you got closer. “How did you even get here?” he asked Tsumiki, shaking his head “When?”

She smiled as she pressed her lips together. “Your lovely girlfriend got my ticket for me.”

Megumi's lips parted a bit in a miniature jaw drop as he frowned, “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope ...” she replied. “But of course, I don't plan to let her take full responsibility.” She smiled warmly as she too, watched you travel across the room. “Don't worry. It was a joint effort. We all wanted to be here for you.”

He shook his head, turning around just in time to see you walk up and stand in front of him. He sized you up with his hooded blues, sitting back down on his stool as he widened his legs and reached out a hand to grab your arm, pulling you close. He wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped the back of your head in the other hand as he spoke into your ear, “You, were fucking amaaaazing.”

You pulled back to see his face, full of fascination and astonishment. “I knew you were good but...” He shook his head. “that... was incredible”.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gripped the sides of his tee hugging him again. His expression remained straight and serious as an arrow, as if to be certain you understood what he was saying to you.

“It was all for you”. You muttered, biting your lip as your tears fell from your eyes. You were terrified to perform in front of him, but you were so happy to see that he received his gift, and that he was pleased.

“Tch,” he leaned into your ear again, “I'm all for you though.” he replied as he wiped the couple of tears from your face with one hand as he squeezed your waist with the other as his arm remained wrapped around you. “Uh, yeah that reminds me, why would you do something so extravagant?” he asked, suddenly frowning as he nodded toward Tsumiki. She'd leaned over to talk to Nobara as you approached.

You titled your head to the side as you spoke, pursing your lips first, “Because I wanted to”. You said as you leaned in too close to his face.

“Don't do things like that. It's too much.” he said, holding you close, pushing your cheek to the side with his face in order to position his lips close enough to speak into your ear. “I can just take care of it.”

“Already done.” You said as you leaned back, peering through your lashes at his frown, then leaning back into his ear. “And you can't tell me what to do”.

He paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow as he hooked his arm tighter around your waist, his hand squeezing the opposite side. “Oh, so you've already forgotten who you're talking to huh?”

You gripped his face with one hand leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, then pressing your lips into the shell of his ear as you hummed, “You're not the boss of me, Megumi Fushiguro.” Just as

In Da Club – 50 Cent

played on the system. Megumi grimaced yet again as he turned toward Choso and Toge who stood on stage smirking after they started it.

You grinned mischievously, dancing as you swayed teasingly directly in front of him, mouthing the first lines as he glared, shaking his head at you. Regardless of his refusal to give in to the moment, you continued to dance with a huge smile on your face, biting your lip, giggling over at Nobara and Yuji as they laughed.

You raised your hands to wrap them around his neck as he sat gawking, swaying your body in front of him in your black low-cut halter, your long locks of hair dipping between your cleavage and brushing his shoulders as you leaned into him in your denim cutoffs, fishnets, and converse.

Your Very Good Girl Elixir wafted up from your skin into his olfactories as his lids fell over his blues and he watched your lips mouth the lyrics, your gloss sparkling under the venue lights.

He was unable to do much more than tolerate the situation and all the attention he was getting, but you? You made it far better than he would ever have been willing to deal with had you been anyone else.

Tsumiki couldn't help but chuckle as Megumi's cheeks reddened and he tried to hide his face behind your arms and hair as they curled around his neck. He wasn't tipsy enough to completely relax in this moment, which made it all the more entertaining for you.

Nobara grabbed another bottle for him from Itadori, along with a small, rolled up piece of paper with something herbal inside. She brought it over to him, sliding it in his cargo pocket as she placed the bottle next to him on the bar.

Megumi's eyes flicked to her, then to Yuji who winked at him, granting him a quick upward nod in return.

You leaned into him again, “You got anything else to say birthday boy?”

“Yeah,” Megumi gazed at you with that special look in his eyes. “I am the boss of you.” he muttered with absolute confidence as he took the last swig of his first beer, his blues scanning your body as if they had lasers inside.

You smirked as your fingertips curled downward from his neck toward his back, sliding across his nape under the neck of his shirt as you leaned into his ear, “Prove it, daddy.” You challenged, then backed away, continuing to dance as he leered at you. You moved your hips, teasing and giggling as you grabbed each of his arms to wrap them around your waist.

He sat trying hard not to let you make him too excited, periodically eyeballing everyone in the room to be sure they weren't watching you as intently as he was. As the song ended, the crowd applauded as Ino queued up another one.

Weezer – The Sweater Song

The audience roared in excitement as Megumi sat on “your” stool, raising his beer to his friend. Ino nodded toward him as he started.

More people came over to speak to Megumi, so you stepped away for a second, grabbing another beer from the bar as he said his hellos. You'd recognized a few of them, some of which had been here many times to see his shows and some when you and Nobara had come here alone.

Ino and Choso both acted out the lyrics, and the first verse. The crowd enjoyed the song, bobbing their heads and hands up and down as the chorus began.

Maki chimed in on the second part, the entire band having a great time playing this classic and, of course, she also took the guitar solo.

You, Nobara and Tsumiki all wailed out the lyrics along with the entire venue as the music blasted through the atmosphere.

As you turned back toward Megumi, the bundle of admirers had dispersed from around him. You smiled sweetly at his handsome face as he bobbed his head, watching his friends on stage. It was nice for him to see things from this perspective, to be able to sit back and watch the show without the stress of the performance.

You huddled with your friends, observing your beautiful boyfriend as he sat in his baggy jeans that hung over his black and white chucks. His midnight black v-neck shirt had long sleeves that he kept scrunching up to his elbows, revealing his slim, yet muscular arms, his veins creating tiny threadlike shadows along his forearm that trailed to his long fingers which wrapped around his dark bottle of Guinness.

Your eyes traveled up to his neck, where his Adam’s apple, cloaked behind his pretty porcelain skin, bobbed as he took a swig, and his lips kissed the tiny round opening just before he pulled it away. You couldn't help but want in that very moment to feel one of his delicious open-mouthed kisses against your skin, finding yourself almost jealous of the bottle he nursed.

Your tongue peeked out the corner of your mouth as you bit your bottom lip, your eyes finally making their way up to his blues, which you didn't realize were staring directly at you.

You couldn't break your gaze as your eyes met his, his nearly imperceptible smile curled into his lips sending a tingle through your body. You blushed, finally averting your gaze toward the floor, then back to him, only to see him grin slyly at your adorable face.

He casually turned toward the end of the bar noticing something as he froze. His eyes widened, and a deep wrinkle carved between his brows. Your smile faded as you caught his expression, then followed his eyes past Yuji, who was also staring in that direction, toward whatever it was they were looking at. The moment you caught it; you couldn't believe your eyes. There was a guy standing at the end of the bar.

The second the person caught your attention, he flashed a devilish grin, raising his glass of hard liquor toward you as if you had asked him to be there.

Megumi turned toward you in shock, frowning even deeper in total confusion, his rounded eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you before he asked,

How do you know Sukuna?

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NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: The crew deals with the aftermath of Jameson's album release party and makes major decisions about their futures.

Warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of therapy, emotional breakdowns, mentions of depression, deception in relationships -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 5.3k

Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes:

The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

The aftermath of the disastrous album release party left Imani seeking solace in her hotel suite. As she lay in bed attempting to find sleep amidst the chaos in her mind, thoughts of Jameson consumed her. She couldn’t shake the image of him when first laid eyes on her at the party, or how he looked with Camille by his side. The way he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close made her believe they were happy together but the look on his face made her feel completely different.

He didn’t resemble her Jameson anymore. He appeared…solemn and apathetic. He smiled and talked politely throughout the night but he didn’t seem to be the life of the party anymore. Then again – what did she know about him? It had been a year since they even laid eyes on each other.

After tossing and turning all night, Imani realized she had to let it go. It was time to get back to her life. The next morning, she woke up feeling restless but she forced herself through her usual routine. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and ate breakfast.Then began coordinating a swift exit from New York with her assistant. The trip had been a disaster and she wanted nothing more than to leave as soon as possible.

As she was sending out an email, a phone number appeared on her screen. It wasn’t saved, but she knew exactly who it was. She had removed him from her contacts but she didn’t forget. Without hesitation, Imani answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

For a moment, there was nothing. He didn’t say anything. But when he did speak, it was like a shock to her system. “Hey. It’s me.” His deep voice was like an earthquake to her core. It left her brain scattered. She needed to think of something fast! This man shouldn’t get to affect her like this.

She laughed, “Yeah. I know, Jameson. What’s up?”

She could hear his hesitation over the line and wondered what this was about. “I was…If you’re still in New York, can we meet up? Lunch or something? I think we should talk.”

“Yes, that’s fine!” She answered eagerly, the pitch of her voice rising in anticipation. She quickly cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “I mean, yeah, we can go today.”

Once again, he got quiet. She expected him to call her out on her eagerness. Make a joke, tease her. But he didn’t. He seemed to be all business. “Two o’clock good? At Masa?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll see you at Masa at two.” “Good. See you then.”

The call ended and her heartbeat tripled in speed. What the fuck did she just agree to? Why was he calling her? Why did he want to see her? Did he end things with Camille? Did he want her back? No, it couldn’t be that easy. He didn’t even flirt with her over the phone. Whatever he wanted, it made Imani nervous. She didn’t know how to handle the man he was now.

After coming face to face with Imani, Genie’s emotions were a rapid whirlwind, shifting from sadness to hurt and now settling into a wave of deep, seething anger. All she could think about that night was her former best friend barging back into everyone’s life without a word of warning. Understandably, her situation with Jameson became untenable and she had to walk away. Genie wanted the best for them both but sometimes love didn’t work out the way she thought it should. But never did she think Imani would cut her off without a word. She didn’t get it. She was her best friend.

She was pissed.

She decided she wouldn’t wait for Imani to reach out. If she did, she’d wait forever. She was taking control of their friendship. Determined, Genie called Imani’s assistant to find out where she stayed in New York. Aman Resorts. From there, it was nothing to get to Imani’s room. She practiced her speech the whole way, strutting down New York streets muttering to herself.

This wasn’t fair and Genie wasn’t going to stand for it.

When she arrived at the hotel, she immediately took the elevator up to the floor the assistant gave her. Genie fought to keep her composure despite the anger within her. When Imani’s voice rang out from behind the door, her stomach churned. Was this the path she wanted to take?

But it was too late. The door opened and Imani was there…looking at Genie in clear surprise. The girls looked at one another and before Imani could say a word, Genie wedged herself between the door and pushed her way inside. The aggressive action wasn’t part of her personality but she stuck with it.

It seemed the only way Imani would take her seriously was to make demands.

She marched past the foyer and found herself in the living room, waiting for Imani to join her. As soon as she heard the door close. She loosened the Chanel purse from around her arm, tossing it down onto the couch behind her as she paced the floor. She could hear the other woman approach the room and Genie whirled around, hurt in her tone. “Was it so hard to pick up the phone?”

To her credit, Imani apologized. Almost immediately. “Genie. I’m…I’m sorry. I–”

But she didn’t want an apology. She wanted answers. “You could have told me that you needed space. I would have left you alone. I wouldn’t have bothered you. I would have just checked in and we didn’t have to talk about Jamie. We could have just…” Her voice broke and tears glistened in her eyes as she fought against them. “You were my best friend. How could you?” The words spilled out before she could stop them.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do after I broke up with Jameson.” Imani confessed, tears filling her own eyes. “I just knew I didn’t want to speak his name. I didn’t want to hear it.”

“Okay but you just left me.” Genie’s voice cracked with emotion. She was fighting a losing battle with her tears. They ran down her cheeks as she glared at Imani. “Out of everyone, you know I would have understood.”

Imani nodded, acknowledging that Genie was right. Being understanding was one of her greatest strengths…but also a flaw. She searched for the good in people every single time and she got hurt because of it. She didn’t want Imani to just be another person in the list of people who hurt her.

“I know, I know. And I’m so sorry for shutting you out. Please forgive me,” Imani begged, her voice pleading and sincere.

Genie’s anger faded as she saw the genuine remorse in her friend’s eyes...but it still lived within her. “I’ll work on it. Just…don’t shut me out like that again or I might kill you.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffling.

The two women eyed one another warily but their love for each other couldn’t be denied. And just like that…there was a glimmer of hope that their friendship could be salvaged. All it took were some tears and a couple of apologies.

“I won’t.” “You promise?” “Of course.” “You swear?” “Yes.” “...Give me your pinky.”

Imani laughed, moving closer to Genie as she wiped tears from her own face and offered her friend her pinky. Genie linked hers with Imani and nodded, the action sealing the promise between them. Imani wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. “I promise you I won’t. I missed you so much.” she whispered.

“I missed you too.” Genie replied and returned the hug.

“You want to help me pick an outfit? I’m about to go see Jameson in an hour.” Imani said softly.

Genie reared back, blinking at her in confusion. “You’re seeing wh—Oh my god, Imani. Does it ever end?! Show me your options.”

Coming face-to-face with Imani again might not have been the best thing to do. He was already struggling after seeing her last night. And that was only one time. He shouldn’t put himself through the torture of doing it again, but he had to. He had to see if she was alright. He had to reassure himself that leaving her alone was the right thing to do.

He waited for her at Masa, shuffling silverware around nervously as he waited to see her. Meeting in public wasn’t ideal – he knew people would talk – but it was better than meeting her alone somewhere. He needed to keep this above board. His relationship with Camille was developing well. She was good for him. His therapist encouraged him to make decisions that were best for him.

Panting after Imani wasn’t good for him. He spent six months of his life reaching for a bottle of liquor every time he thought of her, literally begging God to have her wake up and come back to him – only to see her leaving LA hotspots with her latest fling. He circled the drain when he couldn’t have her…and he was tired of living like that.

But it would be a lie to say that he didn’t miss or worry about her, so he hoped this could be a new chapter in their lives.

When he saw her being led to the table by a hostess, he rose from his seat. It was a reflex but he followed it. His gaze swept her frame, taking in the outfit. The dark orange bordering on brown. The way her pants hugged her hips. Her belly button piercing was clear as day. Fuck. He had to stop. If they were going to be in each other’s lives, he couldn’t think like this.

They were going to be friends and it was time to act like it.

“Hey Jamie,” she greeted him with a smile. “How are you?” She asked, sitting down.

“Hey. I’m..I’m good.” He said softly, staring at her as she took a seat. Eventually, he realized he needed to be sitting too. Jameson quickly sat and met her gaze with a smile. “Thank you for coming.”

She looked at him, pausing for a moment. “No problem. It’s nice to, um, see you again.” She said softly. This was a side of Imani he wasn’t used to. She was softer and more timid. He didn’t like it.

“We just saw each other last night.” he joked

She laughed, looking away. Imani pushed her hair behind her ear. “I—I know. I just wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. I’m glad I am though.”

“I’m glad too.” He said softly, gazing at her before remembering what he was there for. “I uh–I was worried about you. You left early and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Again, she paused. She gazed back at him. He studied her facial features, looking for the answer she didn’t want to tell. “Oh, I’m fine. I was tired.” She said, her eyes giving away it being a lie. “Are you okay? You left your party early too.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just tired from finishing up the album.” he said. Their conversation was stiff and awkward just like how it was at his album release party. It didn’t flow like how he was used to.

“Well, um, I’m glad you’re okay, Jamie.” She glanced at him. This time he could tell she was being genuine. “That’s all I want. I want you to be okay.”

“I-I want that for you too, Imani.”

There was a pause. She didn’t speak. Neither did he. Jameson knew what he had to do coming into this conversation, but he was having difficulty finding the words to do it. He exhaled, his eyes meeting hers. “Cami and I are…we’re good together. We get along really well. No arguing, no screaming, no mistrust. We work and I want to see where it goes. She’s good for me.”

She nodded, her smile faltering slightly, but she quickly recovered it. “Good. I’m glad that you’re happy, Jameson. You deserve that.” She said softly.

“Thanks,” he said. “I want you to be happy too.”

“I am,” she said quickly. “I’m happier than I've ever been.”

Her bright smile remained, leaving him hopeful, but her eyes conveyed a different story. He wanted so badly to ask more questions. He wanted to see if she was telling the truth. One of the last things she ever told him was that she didn’t think he was her person anymore. Shouldn’t she be happier now?

And yet, he stopped himself from asking. He had to let her go for her to be happy. It was a thought he lived by for a year. That had to be true. She was better off without him.

“That’s good. I asked you here because I—I want us to be friends, Imani. We loved each other for so long. I won’t pretend I don’t worry about you. I do. So I want us to be okay with each other.”

She paused, glancing at him. “I…I’d like that. I want to be friends with you too. I miss your presence in my life, Jamie. And I just want you to be happy at the end of the day.”

The words sounded nice and Jameson let himself trust in it…even if something in his chest tightened at them. He gave a nod, grateful that she wouldn’t just disappear from his life again.

She left lunch with Jameson, feeling bitter, annoyed, and lonesome. Yes, she agreed to be friends with him. Yes, their conversation seemed to flow after the initial stillness of discomfort. But she didn’t want any of this. She hated hearing him talk about how happy he was with Camille. They were supposed to be the perfect couple - never arguing, never screaming, always trusting each other – not him and Camille. Why couldn’t they get it together? She didn’t understand it.

Before coming to New York, Imani had been so sure of what she wanted - him. She thought it would be easy to win him back, to get back on the rollercoaster of their relationship. But now she could see that he was happily occupied with someone else, riding an easygoing kiddie ride with no thrill, and yet, he was having the time of his life. Imani was pissed. But there was nothing she could do about it; she had to move on, too.

As she rummaged through the clothes in her suite's closet, Imani searched for an outfit that would turn heads. Tonight was her last night in New York before returning to Los Angeles tomorrow morning. After forgetting to book a flight earlier in the day, she didn't want to spend her remaining time in the city sulking in her hotel room and watching Sex and the City. So when one of her industry friends mentioned a party just a few blocks away, Imani jumped at the chance to go out.

She stopped flipping through her clothes when her hands landed on a sleek black fitted dress. It hugged her curves perfectly - this was exactly what she needed.

The party was everything she had hoped for - alcohol flowing freely, fine ass men everywhere, and good vibes. It was the perfect distraction from Jameson. Imani took another shot of tequila and relished in its bitter burn as it slid down her throat.

“Okay, bitch, let’s go dance!” She exclaimed to her friend before they made their way from the bar to the crowded dance floor. The music was loud and pulsing, and Imani didn’t even know what song played, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was letting the beat move her body and forgetting about Jameson for the night.

As she danced, Imani could feel all eyes on her, but there was one set of eyes in particular that caught her attention. Through the dim lights, she could only make out a few of his features, but she recognized his gaze - he had been watching her all night. And she was sick of him just staring at her without saying a word. So Imani took matters into her own hands.

After the song ended, she confidently strutted over to where he sat. “You just gone stare at me all night and not say nothin’?” She asked with a sly smile as she finally got a good look of his handsome face. He had smooth caramel skin, his haircut was sharp like he just got it done, and a perfectly trimmed beard - exactly her type.

He chuckled and licked his full pink lips before standing up to meet her. Okay, he was tall too. Another plus. He stepped closer to her. “Oh, I was gon’ come talk to you. I was just waiting for the right time,” he replied, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Isaiah and you?”

“Imani,” she said softly as she shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

"It's nice to meet you too, Imani." He smiled, flashing his diamond tooth fang. He pulled his hand away. Isaiah's neck, wrist, and earlobe were dripped in diamonds that danced harder than the crowd did. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes, I don't see why not. You can get me a lemon drop with a sugar rim."

He chuckled, "I like you already. You know what you want and I fuck with that." He said, a hint of admiration in his voice. She liked him too. Isaiah wasn't Jameson, but he was a perfect distraction to forget him.

EJ glanced at his phone, noticing the two missed calls. One from his manager and another from an artist he was working with while in town...but he had much more important plans going on then as he browsed the website of Aspen resorts. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs and rolling his shoulders. The faint sound of knocking at the front door pulled him from his hard work.

He carefully exited out of the browser before making his way to the door, hoping it wasn't Genie. He wanted to surprise her with dinner plans but hadn't even started to cook. Thankfully, it wasn't her. It was his best friend.

“Hey. What's up?" EJ said, opening the door wider to let him inside.. He noticed the tension in Jameson’s posture, the way his fingers twitched against his thigh. “I know you left early last night. You good?”

Jameson sulked into the room and dropped into the chair in the attached living room, taking a deep breath as his face clouded with something heavy. “I had lunch with Imani today.”

EJ shut the door behind him because he knew he was in for one hell of a story but he did his best to keep his tone neutral. “And?”

“And…” Jameson hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I asked her to be friends.”

He took a seat across from Jameson, crossing his arms as he leaned back. He didn’t miss the way Jameson avoided his gaze and he immediately braced for bad news. “That’s…progress, I guess. But you don’t sound convinced.”

Jameson exhaled sharply, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “It doesn’t feel right. I thought it would. I thought that time apart would make things easier when we saw each other again but it's like..." He shook his head, his voice dropping. “It’s like nothing’s changed. I’m still drawn to her. And I hate it because Camille deserves my best.”

EJ frowned, his jaw tightening. He cared about Jameson, but he wasn’t about to sugarcoat things. “You’re right—she does. She’s good for you, man. She’s steady, supportive, and she actually cares about your well-being. She’s not a tornado like Imani.”

Jameson shot him a look, defensive and protective all at once. “Imani ain't a tornado. I put her through a lot of shit. She had to choose herself first.”

EJ held up a hand, waving off Jameson's defense. “Yeah, you did. It was fucked up. But that being said...she made the choice to walk away. That means staying away. And maybe I'm being a dickhead about it but you gotta admit -- shit with her has always been…complicated. Even when y'all were good, shit could go left within a minute. With Camille, it’s simple. She’s there for you, no drama, no games. She’s what you need, not just what you want in the moment.”

He could see Jameson mulling over his words, the conflict etched across his face. EJ hated seeing his friend like this, but he wasn’t going to let him spiral back into the mess he’d clawed his way out of.

Jameson finally spoke, his voice quiet. “But it ain't that simple. My head knows Camille’s the better choice, but my heart…Man, my heart starts thudding every time Mani girl looks at me. I sat with her at lunch and I just wanted --” He trailed off, shaking his head.

EJ sighed, leaning forward. "Let me know when she looks at you and I'll tell her to close her eyes."

"EJ, c'mon." "No, you c'mon. You spiraled, Jay. Your mama had to move into your house and take care of you." "I was fine. She was being dramatic." "You weren't eating." "I ate!" "Barely! You barely ate enough to get through the day but you drank enough to get through anything. Y'all were rocky before then you cheated but after that, everything got all fucked up."

Jameson looked up at EJ, seemingly wounded by the mention of his infidelity. He saw it was the root cause of all their problems but he was being foolish. He and Imani started having issues before he cheated. “Look, I’m not saying it’s easy. But you’ve worked too hard to get your life back on track to throw it all away for something that might not even work out. Camille’s solid, Jameson. You and Imani keep burning each other. Stop the cycle.”

Jameson nodded, but EJ could tell he wasn’t fully convinced. He’d seen that look on his friend’s face before, the one that meant he was caught in a tug-of-war between his past and his present so EJ decided to give him something else to think about. “Speaking of relationships…I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

Jameson looked up, his expression curious. “What’s that?”

EJ hesitated for a moment, a rare flicker of nervousness passing through him. Then he smiled. “I’m going to ask Genie to marry me.”

Jameson blinked, leaning back in his chair. “Wait—what? You’re serious? You’ve only been together a year,” He was staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “Are you sure about this?”

"Of course I'm sure," EJ muttered defensively. "That's my baby. She's sweet, creative, and intriguing. I ain't never met anybody like Genie in my life. She makes me happy and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Jameson processed what EJ was saying, and a small smile crept onto his face. “Okay, okay. Good. Soft ass. Should I give you the speech?”

"What speech?" "That "If you hurt my sister, I'ma knock ya head off your shoulders" speech?" "Ain't nobody scared of your big ear ass."

Jameson got up, jokingly taking a swipe at EJ but the other man was much faster. He dodged out of his chair and laughed out loud. "I'm gonna need your help to do it. I want to catch her off guard. You, her dad. She loves Aspen. So I'll do there in February."

“Anything you need,” Jameson said without hesitation, though he still looked a little stunned. “You’ve got it. Just let me know.”

EJ nodded, a rare moment of vulnerability settling over him. “Thanks, man. It means a lot.”

"Well, let me get out of here. I got dinner plans with Cami." Jameson said, heading to the door before pausing and turning back. He clapped EJ on the shoulder. "You're a very blessed man. Genie's had a heart of gold since she was a kid. If she's your soulmate, God really did smile down on you."

EJ smiled wistfully, his tone soft as he spoke of Genie. "Believe me. I know how lucky I am."

His mind still lingering on his conversation with Jameson when he heard the door to their rental open. Knowing it was Genie, EJ got up and went to the kitchen to make her some tea. "Duke?" She called out, using the nickname he had grown fond of. "You here, baby?"

"Kitchen!" He called out and sure enough, she came around the corner looking every bit as serene and graceful as she usually did. "I take it you feel much better now?"

The past few months had been rough for her. She was building resentment and anger. It was the total opposite of her everyday persona but watching her now...it seemed that she had managed to handle those feelings very well.

"I do. I saw Imani this morning."

EJ’s body stiffened for a moment before he forced himself to relax. He didn't hate Imani but he was always on edge. She had the power to twist his two favorite people into knots and he didn't like that. “Yeah? How’d that go?” He beckoned her closer and she came to wrap her arms around him.

“It was…unexpected,” Genie admitted. “But we talked. We cried a little bit. I think we’re going to work on our friendship going forward."

“That’s good, my love,” EJ said sweetly, turning his head to kiss her as he waited for the kettle to warm. "I'm happy for you both."

Genie tilted her head, watching him carefully before she uttered her next words. "She also told me she was going to have lunch with Jameson.”

Even though he knew it, he still felt his stomach drop into his feet. Imani didn't even know how much power she had over Jameson. She had him rethinking his entire relationship with a woman he'd been with for six months. One sighting, two conversations...and he was considering throwing it all away. EJ schooled his expression, wanting to appear neutral to his girlfriend. “I know. He came to see me after.”

Her eyebrows lifted, curiosity in her eyes. “Really? What did he say? What'd they talk about? I didn't call Mani to ask. I didn't want to be too nosy.”

EJ hesitated, then gave her a reassuring smile. “He said they talked about being friends. They agreed. And uh -- that it felt like a step in the right direction.”

Genie studied him for a moment, brows furrowed. She knew it didn't sound like Jameson. But then...stranger things had happened than him practically growing up and being mature. She seemed to accept his answer with a nod, placing her head on his shoulder. “Maybe it is. I hope so -- for both of them.”

The kettle whistled on the stove and EJ reluctantly pulled away, lifting his hand to pat her bottom gently. "Go get comfortable. I'll make you a cup of tea and we can talk some more."

She gave him a beautiful smile and nodded obediently, practically skipping out of the kitchen giddily. He liked making Genie happy. If he had his way, he'd see nothing but bright smiles and happy giggles from her for the rest of her life.

EJ finished up in the kitchen, making her tea and finding a snack for her to nibble on before dinner. Taking care of Genie was one of his main priorities. It was why he rationalized lying to her about what Jameson said.

As he exited the kitchen and moved into the living room, she was stretched across the couch, knit blanket across her legs as she scrolled her phone. Her hair was curled, pulled into a ponytail. She hadn't even tried and she was gorgeous as hell. “I was thinking we should take a trip. We go back to Cali next week but maybe sometime soon -- we can go somewhere. Take a little trip?” He told her, setting the tray down as she pulled her feet up, giving him room to sit.

Her eyes lit up, and she sat up straighter. “Really? Where to?”

“Anywhere you want,” EJ said with a grin. “But...I've been looking stuff up in Aspen. That house you told me about? Talked to the owner. She'll let us rent it for a week in February.”

Genie’s smile softened, and she shifted closer, tucking herself under his arm. “You're too good to me, Ellington Dupree.” She didn't say anything more but she clung to him and he knew she was grateful.

“Please. This is nothing. Wait til we're together for ten years. I'm going to be hella annoying.” EJ said, pulling her into his side and resting his chin on the top of her head. “I want to make some time for us. No distractions, no work -- just enjoying life together."

EJ kissed the top of her head, feeling a pang of guilt for the lie but knowing it was better this way. “You know what? Maybe we should make this trip a family thing. Bring your dad? I can bring my mom and sister?"

Genie looked up at him, surprised but intrigued. “That’s actually a great idea. They’d love that.”

EJ smiled, brushing a curl from her face. “Good. Let’s do it.”

She hesitated, biting her lip as if a thought came to her.

"What?" "Hmm? Nothing." "You sure?" "Yeah. Us and our families. Sounds perfect."

She smiled, leaning into him. “Thank you. For everything.”

EJ kissed her forehead, holding her tightly. As they sat together in the quiet of the house, he felt a sense of calm settle over him. He was making the right decision. He wanted this for the rest of his life.

The lights of New York spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Camille’s penthouse. it was a beautiful view but Camille wasn't looking at it. She stood at the kitchen island, her phone buzzing incessantly on the marble countertop. Even glancing at the screen made her nervous.

[ +33123456789 ]: What's going on, Cam? [ +33123456789 ]: Are you seriously not going to tell me? [ +33123456789 ]: You're temporary, remember that.

Camille exhaled sharply, locking the phone and setting it face down. She poured herself a glass of wine, trying to push the words from her mind. Meeting Jameson was never supposed to make her feel anything. He was a handsome face that a friend wanted for herself. Camille's job was just to see if he was open to seeing someone else. Sleeping with him and falling for him wasn't part of the plan. But he was on the verge of being hers now and what her friend wanted didn't really matter anymore.

Even if guilt gnawed at her. The knock at her door startled her, and she quickly smoothed her silk robe before padding over to answer it.

The object of every thought she seemed to have lately stood on the other side, his tall frame illuminated by the hallway light. In his hands were two lush bouquets of roses, one red and one pink.

“Good evening." he said with a soft smile, cradling the roses in his arms.

Camille’s heart fluttered as she took him in. 6'3, solid frame, the most beautiful green/blue/whatever damn color they felt like being eyes? Jameson Lucas was one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen...and she spent all her time with male models. "Roses? You’re spoiling me, Mr. Lucas.” She moved aside, letting him inside as she reached for the flowers.

“I would hope so.” Jameson replied, stepping inside as she moved to place the bouquets in vases. He had been to her place much more than she had been to his so he shut the door behind him -- getting comfortable. "I like the look in your eyes when I do something nice for you. It's very sexy."

Cami glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips curving into a playful smile. “You’re laying it on very thick tonight. What’s the occasion? You missed me?"

Jameson shrugged out of his jacket, kicking off his shoes and lining them up perfectly against the wall in her living room. "Yes." He called out to her, following her into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, watching her with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “But no other occasion. I just wanted to see you..”

Even as her hands finished arranging the flowers in its vase, Camille's face was hidden behind the beautiful roses. Her cheeks were warm as she turned to face him. “Well, you’ve seen me.” she murmured, not looking at him as he rounded the corner and stepped into her space.

“Not enough,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jameson pressed his head against hers, tilting his head to kiss her shoulder. "I told you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately."

"Thinking what about me?" "Everything." "Mhm. I know what that means. You cannot put me in that position again. You almost broke my hip last time."

His humorous laugh warmed her heart and she was proud of herself for being the one to make him happy. Her breath caught as he reached for her hand, his fingers warm against hers.

“I"ve been thinking...I want you to be my girlfriend,” Jameson said, his voice steady. "I've been taking things slow because -- of the past. But I have to look forward. No second guessing. You're good for me. I like being good for you. If you would have me, I want to keep building on this."

She turned in his arms, the smile that spread across her face absolutely illuminating. “I wouldn't mind building a life with you.”

"Very enthusiastic response here." He grinned, dipping his head to give her a kiss. She melted against him, the laughter bubbling in her chest gone. The warmth and the steady beat of his heart grounded her. This was real. He chose her...over Imani. This didn't feel temporary.

"I didn't expect to care about you like this." She confessed against his lips, clinging to him tightly. Her hand moved from his, sliding up his wrist. Her fingertips grazed the watch he always wore and then moved to his biceps. He was hers. All hers. "I believe in you and I want you. I'm crazy about you. How's that for enthusiastic?"

“Very good. I like it." He sighed. "You make me happy,” he murmured into her ear.

“You make me happy too.” she replied, her voice soft.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, swaying in her kitchen. When he pulled back, his lips brushed hers in a tender kiss that left her breathless.

She didn't let herself think back to those messages. Even if Jameson found out, she didn't think he'd care. Neither of them meant to get serious about each other. It didn't matter why she had approached him. Only that she did and they hit it off.

She pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the way he held her, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the world. For now, she could let herself believe in this—believe in them.

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