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💢 “I’m positive you all will get eaten. :)”

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LOST THE GAME - JAKE. S

SUMMARY : what was supposed to be the least interesting class of your semester turned out to be the most passionating one when you met jake sim and his tendency to tease. but two could play a game, right ?

-> pairing : college mate!jake x fem!reader

-> words count : 15k

-> genre : college au, smut

-> warnings : switch!jake x switch!reader, teasing, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praising, dry humping, marking, hair pulling, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, use of 'good girl', 'good boy' and 'slut', oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, cum play, manhandling, quick mention of choking, fingering, begging, riding, panties sniffing, jake is down bad for yn (yes, that's a warning), nipple play, jake is asking consent a lot and it's sexy.

+ the way i'm depicting jake does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : here we are, my not so little gift for you for valentine's day ! i hadn't planned something at first, but it turned out that i finished this not too long before so i decided to post it on this day. it's the first really long fic that i'm posting here, but i enjoy writing them so much ! shoot out to @xhdream that started it all by sending me a gif of jake during our christmas family gathering and messed with my mind 😭😔. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !

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PLAYLIST

🎵 lost the game by two feet

🎶 meddle about by chase atlantic

🎵 i'll make you love me by kat leon

🎶 more by i.m

🎵 it's not easy for you by misamo

🎶 more than friends by isabel la rosa

Leaving all your friends and family for college was not easy. Your freshman year was really hard, having to manage your classes and doing a part time job to be able to afford your rant, and being in a brand new city you didn’t know anything about, nor had any friends to help and support you. You felt on the edge of giving up just before your finals, but that was when you met your best friend, Yeji. She really was a gift, always smiley and willing to cheer you up. Without her, you really didn’t know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all. 

But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didn’t want to mess it up, so you remained serious, and worked hard to have the grades you got. Even if for some people, psychology was not a “real” major, it was for you, and it was what you wanted to do for your whole life. And you sometimes wondered how they could say that when you had to take science classes. At first, you were not so excited to follow them, thinking that it would be just another thing you would have to study just for the exams and never remember again, but someone made you change your mind. 

Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didn’t see him before the start of this semester but he immediately caught your eyes. Well, it would have been hard not to notice him, or you would’ve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the cliché of the hot college fuckboy, the one so many rumors were spread about, the one who had supposedly hooked up with half of the campus. 

Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didn’t know, so you gave him a chance, mainly because he was attractive and exactly your type, and also because he seemed to be the only other student to be invested in this class. Surprisingly, he was always participating, sometimes before you even had the chance to do so, and he was doing his work everytime. And so on, he became even more your type because smart people were automatically the most fuckable in your eyes. 

However, you tried to not let your interest in him show. It seemed like he already had an ego, you were not here to fuel it even more. So you stuck to staring at him during your shared classes, under the excuse that you were only closely listening to his answers to your professor's questions. That was until he suddenly decided to sit down by your side on one random Thursday. 

“- Is that seat taken, or can I ?”

You lifted your head, even if you had grown familiar to the sound of his voice by now, seeing Jake, waiting for your approval with a grin on his face. Well, he was asking kindly and really, you could not refuse to have your crush sit with you. You simply nobbed, taking off your bag from the chair so he could sit down. 

“- Thanks !

- No problem.”

Regardless of the confidence you were trying to keep on, you were feeling incredibly nervous. It was the first time you and Jake were this close. Sure, you had talked to each other before, picking up on something one of you had said in class to add other information or to correct each other. But that was it, nothing more. So to suddenly have him so close to you was very strange, but at the same time, you were giddy, like a high-schooler confessing her love to her first crush. 

“- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?”

Jake's voice straddled you as you were lost in your thoughts, but you quickly composed yourself again, doing your best to hold his intense gaze. 

“- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?

- Well, you’re the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and you’re smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didn’t understand anything !”

You chuckled at the defeated tone he used for his last words, perfectly getting his disappointment of not assimilating a new thing immediately, it was frustrating. But at the same time, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of Jake having noticed you. And he was saying you were smart on top of that ? What started as a not so good day was turning into a much better one. 

“- Of course, no problem. We have some time left before Mr. Lee arrives, so maybe we could go over the paper and you stop me every time there’s something you didn’t get ?

- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.”

The way he said your name had you fighting demons not to blush and try to concentrate on bacteria and immune system instead of his bright smile and beautiful face. But it was not easy to stay focused when he brought his chair closer to yours so he could have a better view of the drawings you were making to materialize what was explained in the paper. You could feel Jake’s warmth through your clothes and it was so hard to resist the urge to turn your head and just look at him. Thanks to some magical forces surely, you got to the end of it when your professor entered the classroom, greeting his students. 

“- It’s so much easier when you explain everything to me, you’re very good at that, you know ?”

And he was at it again with the compliments, and you were trying to repress a stupid smile from eating up your face once again, whispering when you answered him in order not disturb Mr. Lee, who had already started today’s lesson. 

“- I’m glad I could help.”

Jake's response came in the way of a smile before the two of you started to take notes of what your professor was saying, not having much time to discuss throughout the class. These lectures were always very intense but also very interesting, so you didn’t mind the fast rhythm with which you were approaching each subject. You thought about asking Jake his number at the end of the class, just in case he had another problem with something related to this class of course ! A few years back, you wouldn’t even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking “why not ?” If anything, he would say no and end of the story. So as you were packing up your things, you started to get your phone out when you were interrupted by Jake once again.

“- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because there’s still some things I can’t get a grasp of, if you don’t mind of course !”

You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.

“- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. You’re pretty smart too, and you’re funny so it’s not a waste of time.”

Jake chuckled as he put his phone in his back pocket after checking the time. He was going to be late to his next class, but who cared when he finally got to talk to the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the year ? Certainly not him. 

“- I’ll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but I’ll text you later pretty.”

With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips. 

From this day on, Jake sat next to you every time you shared your science classes. And even if the seat was empty last week because Yeji was sick that day, she happily let the guy take her place with a knowing look on her face, wiggling her eyebrows every time he walked in and greeted you. You acted annoyed every time, but really, it was funny how supportive she was - sometimes, you worried that she was more excited about the whole situation than yourself. 

“- Is it Jakey again ?”

You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone from the kitchen counter where Yeji and you had spread all your work sheets and textbooks to study. It was Sunday, and you often reserved it to work together and then relax with a movie, while doing each other's skincare and gossiping. 

When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didn’t know. At the end of your freshman year, she left and since Yeji was searching for a new place to stay because her last roommate was insufferable, you had proposed to her that you live together. She really was the best friend you could ask for, and also the best roommate. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she didn’t know you so well as she fake gaged when you laughed at the last text Jake had, indeed, sent to you. You wrote a quick answer before going back to your cognitive psychology assignment. 

“- And what if it is him ? You’re jealous ?

- Of a man ? Never !”

Both of you laughed at her remark, not able to hold back yourselves after being focused for such a long time and having spent the whole afternoon studying. 

“- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?”

You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldn’t have made by yourself but you valued Yeji’s opinion, and she always had something to say about your crushes. Sensing that the subject was no longer meaningless, your best friend put her pen down, thinking for some time about your question.

“- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?”

You nodded. Of course you knew, especially since you started to talk with Jake two months ago, you paid a lot more attention to the conversations of other students about him. They were all saying that he was a typical frat boy, going to parties, not caring about going to school, and fooling around with every girl he found attractive. But you already knew that a part of that was not true. He was often sending you some parts of texts or lessons he didn’t understand for you to explain, he was really invested in what he was doing, and he had even told you that he was not here to skip classes.

“- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?”

Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yeji’s childhood friends. You were a little less close to her but she really was a very sweet girl, and you loved to spend time with her. 

“- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, it’s only because he’s spending time with Heeseung and his frat, and because he hooked up with a random girl at a party during our freshman year. And from there, people created him a reputation, and he never really tried to deny it because, well, everyone would assume that based on his looks and who he’s hanging out with. 

- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesn’t surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.”

Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.

“- I agree, he’s too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor so…”

You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.

“- And I didn’t see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.”

Yeji let out a defeated sigh while shaking her head, making you smile again. It was true that you had a hard time because of your “ex”, if you could really label him like that. He was just a guy you met at a party just after your finals were over, and from there, you started to be in some kind of situationship, that was becoming serious for you, but not for him apparently since he left you over a single text and not even an apology. But you were fully over it now, and ready to welcome someone in your life - and bed - again. 

“- I’m glad you’re thinking the same.”

She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so. 

“- I’m thinking about wrapping up this study session and getting on to the movie.

- Oh my god, yes, thank you ! My brain stopped working one hour ago !”

You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case. 

“- You order while I’m hopping in the shower ?

- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?

- You know me so well !”

You giggled as Yeji disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her and letting you finish with your mess. When your phone received another notification, you picked it up again, not holding back your smile when you saw Jake’s contact name popping up this time. 

jakey :  wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me ! you :  ahah only because i’m not doing it alone !  otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao what are you doing ? jakey :  [attachement : 1 image] just relaxing while watching a movie it’s pretty boring tho…

You were not expecting this photo to be a shirtless one of Jake, sprawled out on his bed, and looking at the camera with a pout on his face. You had to pick up your jaw from the floor and mentally stop yourself from drooling over his abs, and his chest, and his arms, and the gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Was that flirting ? It was, for sure. Why would he send you that if it wasn’t ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didn’t want to interpret the signs wrong. If he was doing this after only two months, what would he be willing to do in a few weeks ? You were curious to see how far he would go to seduce you. 

jake :  why are you not answering pretty ? too busy checking me out ? 😉 you :  in your dreams. jake :  oh yeah, don’t worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.

You didn’t dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jake’s chest out of your mind.

The whole task of not getting your hopes up revealed to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be when the universe seemed to team up against you. Or at least, you saw it like that as your professor was listing the groups for the new project of the semester.

“- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, I’d put you in a weaker group to help but I’m very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And that’s all for today everyone, I’ll see you next week and don’t forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.”

You couldn’t believe that Mr. Lee really did this. It was not that you were horrified by the idea of having to work with Jake, it was the contrary, really, but it also meant spending a lot of time together, because you wanted your presentation to be perfect. You would have to go to the library together, or go work at his dorm, or invite him to your apartment, and all that will certainly not help you to stop your little - or rather big - crush on him, and neither will it help you to stay focused. 

“- You don’t seem so delighted by the news, pretty.”

His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet his pouty face, the one he always had on when he was trying to get your attention. It was cute. And his puppy eyes were too. And there, you were feeling all fuzzy inside once again.

“- Who would be delighted to know that we have a presentation that counts for half of the final note to do before the end of the month ?

- When you put it this way… But I was not really talking about that.”

You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite café soon. 

“- I know Jake. I have to go but I’ll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.”

Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldn’t with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didn’t imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didn’t miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didn’t imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didn’t miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed. 

Or was it only pretending ? Jake didn’t know anymore. But you were not the type of girl to do that, right ? He watched you from afar since he saw you for the first time in this science class, noticing how kind you were with everyone, how funny you were, how pretty you looked, and he also noted how many boys tried to hit on you, and how many of them you sent away. 

That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didn’t succeed in charming you, you could be friends. And it worked until now, you were getting closer and he even saw you blush one or two times when he made a flirty joke. So he didn’t understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didn’t participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool. 

“- You know the rules Y/N ! You’re late, you pay !”

You sighed but got your wallet out. You were rarely late anyway, so it was not often that you had to pay for the three of you. Your two friends had already ordered your favourite drink and you made your way to the counter to pay before returning to your table and finally relaxing for the first time since you woke up. 

“- You seem exhausted today.”

You nodded at Lia’s word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question. 

“- I am. I’ve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didn’t know, so I had to wait for the next one and you know Mr Kim, he hates it when we are late and he literally humiliated me in front of the whole class. Then, I realized that I had forgotten the assignment that I had to hand back for one of my lectures, so I had to rush home to get it on my lunch time and couldn’t eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.

- Wow ! That’s a lot, my dear !”

You nodded again, leaning against Yeji’s shoulder to seek some affection and comfort. 

“- Well, all that sucks, but I don’t see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?

- It’s not ! That’s the worst part, I think that he thinks that I don’t want to work with him because I was so dry when I talked to him today, and he looked like a kicked puppy and now I feel guilty.”

Lia reached over to stroke your arm and try to make you feel a little bit better. She knew that you could spiral about the smallest thing you were saying or doing sometimes, overthinking every interaction you had with other people.

“- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you can’t fix.

- Why are you always right ?”

The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldn’t stop thinking about how Jake’s smile fell when he sensed that you were not as enthusiastic as him to work together. You took your phone out, opting to send him a text now, even if you knew that he would not answer right away because he still had some other classes. 

you :  i am free this weekend and wednesday afternoon to work on the project. and sorry if i was too harsh earlier, i just had a really bad day, it was nothing against you. 

You shut off your phone, not expecting a notification to light up the screen just seconds after your last message, trying to hold back a smile from stretching your lips. 

jakey :  this weekend seems good, but i’m going back to my parents so we’ll have to facetime 😉 don’t worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at i’m here if you need to talk. you :  i’m good now, but thank you, you’re sweet i’m staying here so call me when you have a moment. and stop texting while you’re in class, idiot !

As he answered you again just to tease you, the weight on your chest flew away. Jake really was a sweet guy, you just couldn’t believe that he was interested in you. He was popular around the campus, whether because of all the rumors about him - mostly false, but they were spreading fast - or because he was incredibly handsome, and a lot of girls were after him, numerous of whom were prettier than you. That was why you had so much trouble understanding why he chose to text you so much. It was not like you to doubt yourself like that, but for some reason, Jake was making you really nervous. Maybe because it was the first time in a while you were really interested in somebody, past just physical attraction, and you didn’t want to fuck it up. 

You read Jake's last text again, the one in which he was telling you that he was going to call you in five minutes, just the time for him to gather all the things he needed to work, and you couldn’t stop biting your nails. There was no logical reason for you to be so stressed out about facetiming with him, especially since it was only to talk about a school project, but you were. You checked your appearance in the little mirror above your desk one more time, but didn’t really get the time to fix your hair, your phone ringing straddling you as you picked up the call immediately, setting up the device against your laptop so it would stay in place without you needing to hold it. 

“- Hi pretty !

- Hi Jake, how you doing ?”

You tried to ease your mind by making small talk with him, but you were distracted every now and then by how veiny his hands were, or by how comfortable his thigh looked to sit on, pressing your own together to stop the warmth spreading in your lower half. It was really not the moment to think about that, even if it was not the first time nor would it be the last. 

“- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because I’m warning you, I don’t want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.”

Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldn’t go while working on a science group project. 

“- I should have known you’ll be like this. I’ll send you the research I’ve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.”

This was enough to get you to concentrate back on what you had to do, and as soon as you chose your angle, you started to work properly, sometimes making comments that made the other laugh. However, Jake was not able to focus on the article in front of him, too immersed in the contemplation of your figure to get anything done. 

Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldn’t stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before you’ll put them in place again. And he could see that you were not wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the material of your top, allowing him to think about how much he wanted to see you naked, how much he wished he could touch them, lick them, suck on them. Your hair were put up in a messy ponytail, and with your glasses on and the serious look on your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons. 

And well, it seemed like he got a little too entranced by his own thoughts because Jake could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Swearing under his breath, he turned around in his desk chair to grab a pillow from his bed and put it on his lap. He didn’t want you to notice that he was hard, the risk being that you would take him for a pervert, which he maybe was but he didn’t want you to think that of him. He was trying to be the perfect, sweet guy. He wanted to take you on proper dates, and offer you flowers before initiating anything sexual between the two of you, even if it was you he saw every time he was jerking off, even if he sometimes had to go to the bathroom after your shared classes because the vision of your thighs in a skirt was enough to make him pop a boner. 

Sadly, the shuffling sounds he made while reaching for his pillow intrigued you enough for you to lift your head and look what Jake was doing, seeing him quickly put the cushion on his lap before going back to taking notes about the article. You weren’t thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit. 

“- What’s with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?”

Your smirk widened when you saw his ears grow red. It was the first time you were witnessing a blushing Jake, and well, the view was interesting and too funny to let it slide. 

“- Don’t tell me you really are ?”

Jake didn’t dare to look at you anymore, his gaze lost in contemplating one of the posters on his walls, so much more interesting right ? How could he explain himself to you without saying anything disrespectful, because the thoughts he was having just before weren’t really ones a well-mannered and polite guy should have. All he wanted right now was to be swallowed by the floor and bury himself six feet under.  

“- What were you thinking about ? Me ?”

At the way Jake lowered his head even more, you figured that it was, in fact, you that got him hard. And what was supposed to be a silly little joke turned into a whole lot more. The way your laugh died in your throat when you realized made Jake feel even more nervous that he had really made you uncomfortable and that you wouldn’t want to see his face ever again. 

“- I-I am really sorry… Please, don’t think that I'm a creep Y/N ! It’s just… Fuck ! You’re just so hot with your glasses, and your top won’t stop showing your skin, and that’s so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever come across.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard, and it was apparently showing as Jake spared you a glance and turned away immediately, groaning about how stupid he was, and that you could insult him as much as you wanted if it made you feel better. 

“- Jake, just stop and look at me.”

It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didn’t decide to end the call and your friendship with him already, he was not going to talk again and push his luck. When his eyes finally landed on you, he gulped loudly, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even more by the intense look you gave him. 

“- Show me. 

- W-What !?

- Show me what I do to you. And maybe I’ll show you what you’re doing to me.”

It was Jake's turn to not believe his ears. He must have looked so dumb, with his mouth hanging open and blinking repeatedly without saying anything because you chuckled cutely at him, pushing your chair back a little. And this time, when you let the straps of your top fall down, it was done on purpose, encouraging Jake to throw away that damn pillow and allow you to take in the appealing view of his boner. He was wearing these grey sweatpants again, and you couldn’t help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be. 

“- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.”

Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasn’t in a position to negotiate, but he liked the game you were leading him into. And your wish was his command. Without a word, Jake got rid of his shirt, throwing the piece of clothing away before looking back at you, happy to find you biting your lips while checking him out. 

“- Like what you see ?

- Don’t be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.

- And what do you want, pretty ?”

You pretended to think about it, using it as an excuse to drool over his abs a little longer. Because yeah, Jake was insanely hot, and even if you didn’t want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue. 

“- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about doing to me.”

Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet “fuck” fell from his lips, bringing a smirk to your face. This was getting way more interesting than science. When he sat down again, you only needed to tilt your head to the side for him to start stroking his cock slowly, releasing a sigh that had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you felt building up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you. 

“- So ? Aren’t you going to say anything ?”

The sound of his hand around his cock was starting to resonate in his room, spreading his pre-cum onto his shaft and going faster. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about you wanting to know his fantasies about yourself, sitting there so prettily but still fully clothed, while he was jerking off for your eyes only. 

“- I-I thought a lot about… About fucking you, especially when you’re wearing these damn skirts.

- What about my skirts ? Don’t you like them ?”

If he wasn’t already blushing, he was definitely right now, not only because of his confession, but mostly because your pouty lips had him thinking about sliding his cock between them and he felt close to cumming already just because of this, just because you were playing with him and he loved it a little too much.

“- Fuck ! I do, I do, but they make me want to eat you out so bad, you have no idea how hard it is to sit next to you when you have them on.”

Jake closed his eyes for a few seconds, missing your proud smile as you watched his face scrunch up in pleasure. Since he did nothing but listen to you – and make you even more wet –  you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast. 

“- You’re so hot Y/N… I wanna touch you…

- But you’ll just have to watch for now, okay ?”

For now ? Jake didn’t want to dig on what you meant, too entranced by the sight of your hands coming up to play with your nipples like he dreamt about doing, forcing another moan out of his mouth. How bad he wished he was the one massaging your boobs right now, how bad he wanted them in his mouth and your hands tugging on his hair. 

“- I want to see more of you, pretty, please…”

Your eyes shifted from his dick to his face, your mouth watering at his fucked out look zeroing on your hands on your chest and fingers pinching your nipples. But hearing Jake beg for you was too pleasing, you needed more of his pleas, more of his airy moans. It was like a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to. 

“- Beg some more, and I’ll think about it. 

- Please Y/N, please, it’s not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.”

The fact that he didn’t even hesitate before doing it made your head spin with want, clouding your mind with lust as you got rid of your clothes too and sat down in front of the camera again. 

“- Shit ! You’re so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad. 

- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.”

As you were talking, you spread your legs for him, your feet sitting on your desk so he had a full view of your soaked pussy and your little fingers playing with your clit. 

“- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?”

The way Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth to lick his lips had you thinking back to him eating you out, and how good that would feel. A soft whimper escaped you when you slipped two fingers into your hole, too excited to wait for his answer. The way he was lazily stroking his cock was driving you insane, and you didn’t care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now. 

“- Would feel so much better if it was your fingers…  

- You don’t know how much I want that… You’re so wet, you’re dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so bad….”

Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didn’t want to miss the show Jake was putting on for you, his hand moving way faster now that he got to witness your naked body and the sinful vision you offered him. Your fingers couldn’t reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you. 

“- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ? 

- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need you…”

The way you were saying his name, full of lust and desire, had him coming close to the edge already. He wished he was with you right now, wished he could hear you scream it again and again, wished you would beg him more and more. 

“- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.”

He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldn’t leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax. 

“- I’m so close, feels so good… 

- Me too… Cum for me Y/N.”

This was all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you, clenching so hard around your fingers you could barely move them anymore, circling your clit until it felt too much. Jake had to bite his lips and quickly remind himself that he was not home alone to hold himself back from releasing a litany of filthy moans as he spilled all over his abs, covering them in his release that you wanted to lick off from his body so badly. 

During a moment, the only sound was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to get a hold of what just happened. As you were about to say something, a knock against your door interrupted your thoughts, eyes widening in surprise. You rushed to end the call with Jake, not even taking the time for a goodbye before dressing up quickly and trying to not look like you just had the best orgasm of your life as you opened the door of your bedroom. 

“- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you scream…”

You smiled innocently at your Yeji, hoping that she would not interrogate you further because your legs were still weak and trembling and your face was obviously flushed.

“- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, that’s why.”

Luckily, she seemed to accept your excuse and you plopped down on your bed after closing the door behind you. What the fuck just happened ? Did you really have sex over a facetime with Jake ? It was usually something you dreamt about but that never occurred in real life. But with the way he was blowing up your phone, there was no way this was not true. 

If you thought that this would ease the tension between the two of you, you were definitely wrong. Because when you saw each other for the first time after this one call, you felt ten times more attracted to him than before, almost getting wet just seeing him smirk at you as you entered the classroom. Sure, you had texted each other during the week, but neither one of you dared to address the subject directly, too embarrassed and afraid that it would ruin everything. 

But you couldn’t lie : you wore the shortest skirt you owned today on purpose, only because you wanted a reaction out of him. And a reaction you got. As soon as Jake took in your entire outfit, his gaze darkened, mouth opening just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick his lips as if he wanted to devour you. If you weren’t wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down. 

“- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.”

He didn’t expect you to strike up such a casual conversation with him, but his mind was already far away, staring at the way your skirt rode up your thighs when you sat down, revealing even more of your skin. Jake had to turn his gaze away from you for a few moments to focus back on how to form sentences and answer you. 

“- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?

- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.”

The grin stretching out your lips didn’t go unnoticed, Jake’s eyes zeroing on them and wishing he could kiss you right now, wishing he could have you grinding down on his lap and making out with him. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Mr.Lee entered the classroom loudly, as usual. 

“- Hello everyone ! Today you’re gonna work on your projects, and I’ll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.”

Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldn’t stop subtly caressing your arms or your hands, coming way more closer to you than necessary when you had something to show him, his thigh pressed against yours underneath the table. But two could play a game, right ? Too bad you dropped your pen on the floor and had to get up to pick it up. Too bad your skirt was so short that when you bent over, Jake could catch a glimpse of your panties. Too bad the hand you landed on his thigh to get his attention was so close to his crotch. 

By the end of the class, you were just dying to come back home and relieve the unbearable heat you were feeling, almost squirming in your chair. If he had you wrecked with only that, you didn’t dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didn’t even seem to be affected by the whole situation, despite his leg bouncing up and down, and his lips swollen from biting them. Still, you wanted to get back at him. After all, it was his fault if your call took another turn, and it was his fault your panties were ruined right now. 

With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didn’t expect you to ask him to meet up, especially in an area he knew was unknown by most students. His body was tingling in anticipation, wondering what you were going to do next. Maybe he loved this little game too much, and maybe it was risky because he almost popped a boner in class, but it was worth it if it was for you. 

“- What do you want pretty ?

- Give me your hand.”

You could see that he was confused, but he did what you asked nevertheless, so you could place something in his palm, closing his fingers around what seemed to be a piece of fabric, which was a little damp. 

“- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.”

He watched you go away, definitely hard this time when he realized you really gave him your panties, and that the material was, in fact, soaked in your juices. Behind you, you heard him swear loudly and rush to his class to not be late, a smirk spreading on your lips. It was his turn to suffer a little. 

Jake didn’t even take the time to greet his roommate when he came home, tracing a beeline to his room and locking the door before he dropped his bag on the floor. He got out your panties that were stuffed in his pocket, the fabric still a little wet. You were the reason he didn’t pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldn’t stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt. 

That was enough to make him hard all over again. Quickly, Jake got rid of his jeans and underwear, laying down on his bed with a hand already wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Without an ounce of shame, he lifted your panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and immediately moaning. He was already addicted to this, to you, to the way you were playing with him. 

Jake could already feel his tip leaking pre-cum, and he knew that he was not going to last long, especially after you had edged him all day. It was as if he could still feel your hand on his thigh, too close to his crotch for his sanity. And every time you touched his arm to have his attention, it was like your fingers were leaving a trail of fire behind them, a shiver running down his spine every time your warmth left him. 

The smell of your juices was driving him insane, sticking his tongue out to lick it off the material. He sped up his movements unconsciously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, incapable of holding back his moans anymore. He didn’t care if Jay could hear him or not, he didn’t care if what he was doing was disgusting, if he was a creep for loving it all. You already tasted like heaven like this, and he knew that as soon as you’d let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again. 

Once he could taste nothing but his own saliva that had completely drenched your panties, he wrapped it around his cock, the friction feeling so much better than his own hands, but not coming close to what yours would feel, he knew it. His mind couldn’t stop drifting away to a sick scenario in which you were watching him do all that, in which you were telling him how disgusting he was, in which he was begging for you to touch him. The thought was enough to push him over the edge, moaning your name loudly as he came all over this stomach and your panties. 

“- Fuck…”

Without a second thought, he reached for his pants on the floor, getting his phone out to take a picture of the mess he had made. The material was still wrapped around his cock, making sure you had a great view of his abs covered in his cum and his tip still leaking. As soon as he hit “send”, Jake plopped down on the sheets again, closing his eyes for a while. He knew he had to get up, take a shower and do his homework, but the only thing plaguing his mind was you. Only you. 

Of course, the teasing didn’t stop there, neither of you being able to stop. You had sexted each other during classes, not paying any attention to the actual lesson, too busy telling the other the dirtiest things. It felt even better when Jake did it during your science class, blowing up your phone with messages filled with praises of how gorgeous you looked today, of how your outfit was suiting you perfectly, of how much he wished he could fuck you on your desk right now, of how much he just wanted to get out of here and show you how good he could make you feel. 

You had not given up on your skirts and dresses, which were getting shorter and tighter as time went on. And Jake had not given up on putting his hand on your thigh, which was getting closer and closer to your core everytime you were sitting side by side. The flirting comments he whispered in your ears got more and more unhinged, and the pictures you sent to him got more and more revealing. Jake had started to save them in a locked file, but always making sure to send something back so it was fair - and not at all because he loved the idea of you drooling over his body, or touching yourself while looking at his nudes. 

And even if Jake loved the game, he couldn’t wait for the moment he would finally have you. Because he was so close to breaking down the act when you sent him an audio message of you moaning his name, going on and on about how much you wished he was with you right now, about how much you needed him. It was late at night, and Jake was ready to go to sleep, but he was quick to slip his hand in his underwear, jerking off to the sound of your whines and begs that he listened to on repeat from this moment on. And he was seeing so clearly the sinful image of you fingering yourself that hadn’t left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories. 

He was almost ready to go out at 1am and come to your apartment, but he was too tired and mostly, he wanted to win, even if it was pointless because he knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So he settled on sending you a video just when he was coming, while telling you how bad he wished you could be riding him right now, how bad he wished he could fill you up with his cum. And you replied with a close up of your wet pussy that ended up in his locked file. 

It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasn’t fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadn’t sent him another filthy text last night where you were calling him your good boy. The sexual tension between you and Jake was so high that neither Yeji or Jay could even bear to look your way without being disgusted - their words, not yours. And the way you were both always smiling, giggling and blushing everytime the other sent you something had your two friends desesperate for you to finally fuck each other and stop flirting in front of them - again, their exact words. You knew Yeji was happy for you and just liked to tease, but you were just as eager as her to get laid. 

But you will not be the one to give up. You wanted Jake to surrender before you did. Why ? Just because it was much more fun that way. Hence why you were standing so close to Jungwon. And Jake was clearly not having it, watching the two of you from his seat in the classroom, jaw clenched and gaze burning a hole in your friend’s back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldn’t have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didn’t even kiss you yet. But still, it didn’t stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you. 

Your innocent smile as you sat next to him and asked him how his day went so far did not help. He could see right through you, could see that you did that on purpose. And this time, it worked. Jake didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want this to stop, but he had to do it or he would go insane. While you were cautiously taking notes, he took his phone out, accustomed to texting you during class by now. During a little break, you looked at your phone and grinned seeing a new message from Jake, asking you to join him in the same corridor you gave him your panties a few weeks before. You had to bite your lips to not let a big smile invade your whole face, because you knew very well what it meant, your body tingling with excitement. 

At this point, Jake had no self control anymore. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you. And he was not going to survive if he didn’t actually have you in the next few minutes. However, a small part of him was anxious, overwhelming him with the doubt that maybe, just maybe, you really only wanted the game, and not him. He should have heard your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway, but he was into his thoughts and only did acknowledge your presence when you came into his view, not letting him utter a word before you grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him. His brain stopped working, wide eyed and not moving until you let him go. 

“- Are you okay ?”

Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours. 

“- No… You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.

- Then take me.”

That was all he needed to lean in and kiss you again, harder, messier as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer to you by his jacket and he took the hint, pushing his body impossibly close to yours. The way he was kissing you, as if he had an insatiable hunger for you, had you wet in seconds, and you could feel his boner pressing against your thigh, an obvious proof that you were just as desperate for this to happen. 

Neither one of you was thinking about the fact that you were in a hallway, and that anyone could walk in on you, heavily making out. It didn’t matter to Jake, too lost in the taste of your lips and tongue against his to care about anything else. He finally had you all for himself, finally had you where he wanted, finally had a taste of you. And he already knew that he was going to get addicted, that he wouldn’t want anyone after you because it was like you were made for him. Eventually, you needed to breathe and had to detach yourself from his lips, Jake chasing yours and letting a quiet whine escape him when you started to grind your hips against his. 

“- Fuck… Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself with making sentences, not when he was holding your gaze and all you could see in his eyes was lust and desire. This look alone made you want to drop on your knees for him right now, and the way he started to pepper your neck with his kisses didn’t help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him. 

“- I need you too Jake… Need you to use me…

- Don’t say that if you don’t want to get fucked for everyone to see.”

His voice had dropped lower, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck where you knew for sure he had already left some hickeys. And he didn’t feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically weren’t. Jake knew that if he didn’t leave now, he would never have the strength to do so. 

“- I have to go pretty…

- I know…”

You knew but you kissed him again anyway, hoping that the taste of his lips against yours would linger for as long as possible. When Jake finally had the courage to stop you, he was already ten minutes late for his next class and cock hard as a rock in his pants, but who cared if he got to have you all needy and desperate for him - as if he wasn’t just as needy and desperate for you. 

“- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? I’ll kick Jay out, and I’ll be all yours pretty.

- Okay, text me later ?

- I will.”

Jake pressed one last kiss on your forehead before he started to run for his class, praying that it would be enough for him to calm down and stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to you. 

Jake was probably more nervous right now than he had ever been in his entire life, and he had had many situations to be anxious about. However, the fact that you were going to come over in less than five minutes made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. He didn’t really know why he was feeling so panicked, because you obviously showed him on numerous occasions how much you were yearning for him too, there was no way you would stand him. But if he did something wrong ? If it was not what you had expected and you decided that you didn’t want to see him again after that ? 

This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didn’t want to have you just for one night, he didn’t want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasn’t crazy over you, as if you didn’t make him feel shy everytime you smiled at him. But the more he was thinking about it, the more his heart ached at the scenario. So he stuck to trying to distract himself on his phone until you arrived. 

He didn’t really do anything in particular, didn’t litter the whole place with rose petals and candles, but everything was cleaned perfectly and he even cooked so you had something to eat if you happened to be hungry. It was strange to be suddenly so anxious about meeting up with you. Because he was not nervous when he texted you all his fantasies about you, he was not nervous when he sent you pics and videos of his dick, he was not even nervous when he made out with you in this corridor later. But now, he could feel his hands shaking as he tried his best to open the door for you without looking like a complete idiot. But how was he supposed to stay calm and collected when you were standing at his door, wearing a little black dress that took his breath away. 

“- Are you going to let me in or not ?”

Jake finally snapped out of his haze hearing your teasing tone, and he had to mentally restrain himself from letting his eyes wander all around your silhouette. And immediately, he forgot all about being anxious, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it quickly. Your whole body felt on fire from his hands on your waist alone. 

“- I’ve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.”

Your own hands came to play with his hair, bringing his face closer to yours, grinning as he tried to focus on your eyes and lips at the same time. 

“- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ? 

- I’m going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.”

You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jake’s face got closer to yours, one of his hands leaving your waist to rest on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. He wanted all this to be perfect, wanted to take his time with you, wanted to hold you close to him and satisfy every one of your needs. But as soon as he got another taste of you, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more, all the teasing from these past months reaching its climax as he devoured you, his tongue passionately dancing with yours. 

You couldn’t hide anymore the effect he had on you, the slightest brush of his thigh against yours having you sighing in his mouth. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him, more of his skin against yours. That was why you let your hands drop from his neck to the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material, finally able to touch the beautiful abs you could only see in pictures and videos. 

Jake’s eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didn’t hide them at all. And he made it his mission to cover the other side of your neck as well, his kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth, along your jawline and finally landing on the sensitive skin that he immediately started licking and nipping at. He was used to hearing your little whimpers of pleasure, but it was even more addicting to hear them when he was the one provoking them, even better when he could feel your hands tugging on his hair, even better when he could grip your ass at the same time. 

“- Jake… I need you…

- Mh ? But you have me pretty…”

You could feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he kept sucking on it, his hand slipping underneath your dress to feel your bare skin. He could be as cocky as he wanted, in the end he was getting even more hard just by kneading at the plush flesh of your thighs. And you knew that, and you wouldn’t let his arrogance be. One of your hands came up to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes while the other slid down to his crotch, squeezing his hard on enough for Jake to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure. 

“- Don’t get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you don’t want that now, do you ?

- No…”

His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes wide open. You were sometimes getting more assertive in your texts, but to really experience it was different. He loved when you were begging him, but if you wanted him to play in your fantasy and dominate him, you could bet that he would be the best sub ever. 

“- Good boy. Take me to your room.”

That was all Jake needed to carry you through his apartment, managing to get to his bed while kissing you again, and again, and again. He laid you down on his sheets, unaware of how hot you thought he was for being able to do that so effortlessly. You wanted to get on top of him and worship him all night. But for now, you simply watched him discarding his shirt and sweatpants on the floor, biting your lips at the sight.

“- Come here.”

And he did it, caging you in with his arms before going back to kissing you while you let your hands roam around his body, touching up every inch of skin you could reach - his back, his arms, his abs, everything. You needed to have his skin against yours, to really feel him. His own fingers were sliding underneath your dress, caressing your thighs, your ass, your lower back. But all these clothes were getting annoying, he wanted to see you, have your whole body in display for his gaze only. He needed to see in person what you had shown him so many times in pictures and videos. 

“- Can I take these off ?”

You simply nodded, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth when Jake helped you get rid of everything you were wearing, starting from your jacket that you didn’t even have the time to discard because he immediately jumped on you. Then, he threw away your little boots and your socks, and finally your dress, revealing the black, laced lingerie set you had on. Another smirk played on your lips when you saw shock as well as lust play in his eyes. 

“- You like it ?”

His hands were almost shaking as he put them back on your body, grazing the skin with his fingers slowly. If he liked it ? He could feel his cock twitching at the view alone. You were like a sinful goddess, and you were here for him only, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him to make you feel good. 

“- Fuck, yes, you’re so hot pretty… Can I touch you ?”

You smiled at him, finding his carefulness even more attractive. As an answer, you took his hands in your own, guiding them to your breast, letting him massage it over your bra as he looked at you like you casted a spell on him. And truth be told, you might have done just that because he soon found himself unable to keep his hands for himself. In the span of a few seconds, Jake had pushed your boobs out of the coffin of your bra, his lips coming down to play with one of your nipples while his fingers were giving attention to the other. 

Your hands quickly came back down to grab his hair, whines leaving your mouth every time his own closed around your nipple. Your mind was already clouded with pleasure and desire, having waited for too long for exactly that to happen, and you didn’t have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didn’t expect you to do that - you managed to get him on his back where you were laying seconds before, straddling his lap. Immediately, he found your waist again, his big hands tugging you closer to his cock, where he needed you.

“- If you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just said that, princess.”

You wanted to kiss that stupid, proud grin out of his face, but instead you decided to strip him from his underwear, finally getting to see his cock for real. And it was even more pretty, even more bigger, even more perfect for you. 

“- I just need your cock, I don’t care how, I just need it.”

How eager you were to touch him too had Jake groaning and releasing a moan as soon as you started to stroke his cock. He loved the fact that you simply took what you wanted from him, and he was ready to let you use him in any way you wished if that made you happy. However, all the times he imagined how your hand would feel around his dick couldn’t compare to how it really was, to how good it really was. 

“- Do whatever you want to me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to lower your head and be at the same level as his cock, sticking out your tongue immediately and coming to lick his flushed tip. The sight was unholy, tempting him to push the rest of his shaft in between your lips right now. Jake couldn’t even recall all the times he closed his eyes and thought about your mouth closing around his dick instead of his hands. And now you were really there, spitting on it and spreading your saliva before taking him in your mouth. 

He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his hands coming down to take a hold of your hair, following the movement of your head. The feeling of having you suck his dick couldn’t compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you weren’t so busy trying to fit his big cock in your throat, you would have teased him because he looked so fucked out already and you hadn’t done anything yet. Little by little, you managed to fit all of him down your throat, and the moan he let out at you hollowing your cheeks, making you even more wet if possible. 

“- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so good…”

Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didn’t look down at your face, but you wanted his full attention, wanted to see him lose all his composure. Your hands were resting against his thighs, and you started to graze his skin with your nails, effectively getting him to open his eyes and focus on you again. Another moan left his lips just from seeing you like this.

“- Please, don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasn’t trying to not lose his mind over how well you were taking him, he would have loved to wipe the smug expression out of your face. But for now, all he could do was moan and whine and look at you through hooded eyes, loving how much of a mess you were, with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. He couldn’t resist anymore the urge to thrust his cock up in your mouth, closing his eyes again at the feeling of your tight throat around him.

“- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let me…”

You hummed in agreement, far too fucked out yourself to do anything else than taking what he was giving to you. At this point, he was simply using you for his own pleasure but you just let him because you loved it, loved how he claimed you by ruining your throat. 

“- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?”

A moan escaped you, the vibration sending Jake over the edge, his hips halting their movement, buried deep inside of your warm mouth and spilling his load right there, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it all. Jake felt on cloud nine, and he knew that he would not need anyone else for the rest of his life because you were definitely made for him, perfect for him. You got one second to breathe when Jake pulled on your hair, taking you away from his cock and bringing you up to his lips, kissing you deeply and tasting himself on your tongue, loving the nasty mix of both your saliva and his cum. When he finally let you go, you couldn’t help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.

“- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.”

His forehead was pressed against yours, cupping your face, thumbs whipping away the tears who had rolled down your cheeks. You felt even more turned on by how thoughtful he was, by his praises, by his sweet gestures despite being so rough with you.

“- Need you Jake…

- Want me to return the favor ?

- Yes, please…”

You felt so desperate for any kind of touch, your body tingling with anticipation as Jake switched position and laid you down on the bed again. He’ll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when he’ll have the patience and self control to make you cum at least two times. He quickly got rid of your bra, even if you looked heavenly in them. But the sight of your naked body was even more appealing. Soon, his hands were all over you again, roaming around your skin and making you shiver. His lips found purchase on your neck again, littering it with more of his kisses and marks. 

“- Don’t tease, please, I want you so bad…”

A single swear escaped Jake’s lips as he helped you out of your panties, bringing them to his nose and making a show out of sniffing them and groaning at the intoxicating scent, allowing you to picture how he looked when he had jerked off with your ruined underwear. Then, he threw them away somewhere in his room, not caring where it landed and grabbing you by your thighs to bring you close to his face, holding them wide open for him. The view of your bare and wet pussy had him getting hard all over again. 

“- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.”

His praises had you shying away from his dark gaze, but you were not able to hold back your little whimpers. Jake chuckled lightly before diving straight into your wet folds, having had enough of teasing you when he was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel him. The second he licked up your wetness, it was over for him. He could be as cocky as he wanted but not when he felt his cock throbbing only at the taste of your pussy, not when you were invading all his senses as he buried his face between your plush thighs, sucking harshly on your clit. 

Every moan that came out of your lips only spurred him on to continue, to go harder. When he felt you squirming around, he made sure to grip your thighs and keep them in place for him to have better access to your cunt. The way his skillful tongue was taking turns between playing with your clit, licking up your folds and going inside had you losing your mind already, both hands coming down to tug on his hair as if you wanted to keep him there forever. 

“- Fuck ! Jake…”

He opened his eyes again at hearing your cries of his name, diving in your lustful gaze. Your parted lips allowed you to whine out everytime his mouth was on you, your cheeks were dusted pink because of the unbearable heat of your body and your hair was a tangled mess, thanks to Jake’s hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness. 

“- Feels good pretty ?”

You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle. 

“- Yes ! Yes, so good…”

Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldn’t even be mad about it because he was looking insanely hot doing it. You could feel the pad of his fingers creeping up the skin between your knees and hips, so slowly it made shivers come alive on your whole body. And when he was almost touching your wet folds, he started all over again with your other leg, this time going as far as debuting at your ankle, and coming up even more lazily. 

“- Please…

- Please what, pretty ?

- You know what I’m talking about !”

Your pouting face was too cute for Jake to not want to tease you more. He loved it when you made him go crazy, loved when you were getting him hard in the most inappropriate situations because you sent him a picture of your boobs. But it was also enjoyable to have you in the palm of his hand, dying for him to touch you. He rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, so close to where you needed him and yet so far away. 

“- Hum, I don’t think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.”

The grin on his face got even wider when he witnessed the way your hole clenched around nothing at his demanding tone, at his deep, low voice. He suspected that you had a thing for it since you were always biting your lips when he facetimed you early in the morning or late at night with his hoarse voice. 

“- Come on, don’t get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.”

You did. You definitely did with all the filthy texts you exchanged, and all the photos, videos and audios you sent, and your panties which were still sitting in one of his drawers like the ultimate proof of how naughty you were. 

“- Want your fingers…

- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?”

You shook your head no as Jake dived back into your cunt, his lips finding their spot back on your clit, while his hand finally reached your wet folds. His touch was as light as a feather, but still enough to tear a noise out of you, still enough to make you crave more. All it took was a slight tug on the strands of hair you were still gripping and suddenly, you could feel one of his fingers entering you slowly, so as to not hurt you. 

“- Good ?”

You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didn’t even need to tell Jake for him to understand that you wanted more, inserting another finger while still playing with your clit with his tongue. And when he started to pump his fingers in and out, you knew that you wouldn’t last long, especially not when he seemed to have figured out exactly how to make you lose your mind. You couldn't stop the noises from coming out of your mouth anymore, pushing Jake's head even closer to your core if that was even possible, grinding on his face as pleasure coursed through your veins and the knot in your stomach snapped. 

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you almost didn't feel his gentle kisses on your inner thighs to help you come down off your high. What you did feel though was him pulling out his fingers and bringing them to your lips. He smiled sweetly at your obedience, watching you through his lashes as you opened your mouth and let him bury them inside, even moaning around his fingers just like you did around his dick.  

“- So good for me, fuck, you're so pretty…”

He wanted to lick off your lips the string of saliva connecting them to his fingers, wanted to make out with you and your pussy for the rest of his life. Silence came back in his room, only broken by your heavy breathings, looking into each other's eyes as if you could read your minds. 

“- You’re gonna fuck me or not ?”

Your teasing smirk and the challenging tone of your voice brought a grin on his face, which widened at the strangled moan you let out when he grabbed your hips and forced you to turn around, getting you on your knees, ass up and pushing your head down his pillow. He was doing with his hands everything he did with his words : ordering you around, telling you how to place the camera so he had the best view of your dripping cunt, not letting you cum before he did. Without letting you have any more time to think, Jake was pushing the tip of his cock between your folds, sliding right in with how wet you were. You couldn’t see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him. 

“- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?”

You wanted to protest, to say no, to answer something that would have made him shut up, but all that came out of your lips was a cry of his name as he thrusted all the way in. If he wasn’t holding your hips up, you would’ve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly. 

“- Yeah, that’s it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.”

As much as Jake wanted to sound composed, his voice was shaking, and the moan that left him just after was really far from composed. The feeling of your tight, warm, velvety walls had him wondering why he waited so long before fucking you because it had to be what heaven felt like. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, only to thrust back inside roughly, the sound of your whimpers mingling with his deep groans. 

“- Fuck ! You’re perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.”

At this point, you could only whine in his pillow, mumbling on and on about how good he felt, about how you had wanted this for so long. And Jake wanted to be cocky about it, wanted to tease you for being so desperate for his cock, but he wasn’t doing any better, barely resisting the urge of painting your walls white on the spot. You had told him so many times over text and even during your calls how much you wanted him to fuck you raw, how much you needed him to fill you up to the brim, it was the only thing he could think about right now. 

“- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?”

You moaned in response, your brain too mushy to think about anything else than the way the tip of his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over. But that didn’t seem to satisfy him as he pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Another noise fell out of your lips at his rough actions and you could feel the smirk on his lips when they brushed against your ear while he was talking. 

“- Words pretty.

- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !”

- Such a good little slut, shit !”

You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jake’s thrusts, the rush of pleasure through your body too good to resist anymore. Your orgasm washed over you before you could even register it, leaving you a moaning and incoherent mess in his hold. The feeling of your cunt getting even more tight was enough for Jake to cum too, spilling his load inside of you with a throaty groan. 

You were tired, but still, the tingling sensation in your core was there. You wanted more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his hands on you, more of him. A quiet whine fell from your lips when Jake started kissing your back up and down, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the skin he had marked. And you knew all of this was supposed to be sweet and caring, but all it did was turn you on even more, your cunt squeezing his cock that was still buried inside. You felt some of his cum spilling out and sliding down your thighs, followed closely by a swear from Jake.

“- You’re getting me hard again pretty…”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, lips swollen and red from his kisses, and hair a mess because of his hands. And Jake could swear it was the most divine you’ve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.

“- Let me ride you then. 

- Fuck, yes.”

You chuckled at his eagerness when he pulled out from your leaking cunt, trying not to drool at the sight as he plopped down on his bed, grabbing your thighs and bringing you on his lap. But you couldn’t really make fun of him when you had dreamt about this for just as long. You traced along the marks that already started to blossom on his skin, grinning proudly at your work and loving how sensitive Jake was, taking a deep breath as you took his cock in your hand, brushing the tip against your entrance. 

“- Y/N… Please…”

The way the word came so easily to him paired with his whine of your name convinced you to not make him wait any longer and to sink on his dick instead, both of you moaning at the feeling. It felt so much deeper this way, and you knew only from the photos that he was big, but you were only acknowledging just how much now. 

“- Feels so good Jake, love your big cock…”

He desperately wanted to answer something, wanted to tell you how delicious you were, but you took his breath away when you started rocking your hips back and forth. And suddenly, the only thing he was able to think about was you. His hands were on your waist, but he didn’t have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized. 

A flood of dirty words was coming out of your mouth, praising him and his dick, telling him how good he felt, how handsome he was. And Jake loved the attention, loved to feel your hands dangerously close to his neck, close enough for him to want your fingers wrapped around his throat, close enough for you to purposely restrict his breathing a little without really choking him. Only the squelching of your mixed juices and the ones of your cries of pleasure could be heard in the room, both of you too fucked out to care about anything else than your release. 

“- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let me…

- Yes, want it so bad !”

Jake closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts. He was only able to do it a few times before his cock twitched, cumming deep inside. He kept you down on his lap until he felt on the verge of passing out. The erotic moans and whimpers he let out triggered your own climax, and everything was even more intense because of the slight overstimulation. You grinned your hips against him a few more times before your arms and legs gave out and you collapsed on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around your sweaty body. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, and you were almost ready to fall asleep when Jake moved you off of him and stood up. You whined and grabbed him by his wrist, trying to pull him back to the bed with you. 

“- I’m just going to take something to clean us up pretty, I’ll be quick, promise.”

Jake smiled fondly at your pouty lips before kissing them and running to the bathroom to find a towel. He rapidly cleaned your skin, delicately whipping it down and handed you one of his shirts to cover up when he saw you shiver. He discarded the towel on the floor, not having the energy to do anything else than going to sleep with you in his arms right now. He slipped under the covers after having put on some shorts. 

You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldn’t help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.

“- Y/N ?”

You lifted your head when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, taking in his soft smile, his shiny eyes and his disheveled hairs. Maybe he had looked more put together before, but to you, he was the most beautiful like this. 

“- Will you be my girlfriend ?”

And you couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile and shake your head. Sometimes, he was very silly. Sometimes, he could be considered childish. But he was able to bring back sunshine when your days were filled with gray clouds, and he could make you laugh anytime you felt down. Your hands came up to cup his face, delicately brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones. 

“- You know, you’re very charming Jake Sim, it’s hard to resist you.”

This time, it was him who hid in your neck, holding you even tighter if it was possible. And you giggled heartedly, a sound that Jake would never get sick of hearing. And maybe he had lost your game, but he had won something even more precious. 

BONUS : 

You picked up your phone when getting out of the store, holding a little plastic bag with everything you needed to cook a delicious breakfast for you and Jake. Speaking of whom, you had a bunch of messages from him, asking where you were, and if you had ran away. Texts saying how sorry he was if he was too pushy last night, that he would let you as much time as you wanted if it was what you needed. And endless apologies, over and over. You only answered with a quick message letting him know that you would be back quickly.

Meanwhile, Jake was really panicking. When he woke up and felt the space beside him empty and that your clothes weren’t littering the floor of his bedroom anymore, all remnants of sleepiness left his body, immediately looking around the apartment to see if you were anywhere. It was stupid, he knew it, if you had left, it was certainly for a good reason, but he couldn’t help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to be with him. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, biting his nails while waiting for you to say something else but you didn’t, and stress took over him again. 

When you pushed the door open, you were only met with Jake's worried look waiting for you in the kitchen. He was only wearing the same pair of gray sweatpants as last night and you couldn’t stop your mind from going back to how good it all felt, but the object of your fantasies stopped your thoughts from going too far.

“- Where were you !? 

- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.”

You lifted your bag and dropped it on the kitchen counter before making your way over to Jake until you could run your fingers through his hair. The hands of the boy came up to rest on your waist, only noticing now that you were wearing his clothes, his heart beating faster at the view. 

“- Didn’t you see my note ?”

You looked around and saw that it was still where you had left it, immediately showing it to Jake who was getting more and more embarrassed for getting so worked up over something so stupid. 

“- I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe you didn’t mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leave…”

Jake hesitantly looked up at your face to find you smiling fondly at him. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, and another one, and another one, until you had peppered his whole face with kisses and made him giggle shyly.

“- You’re an idiot if you think you’re going to get away from me so easily, I’m not letting you go. 

- Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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★ . . . 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐋𝐍𝟒

summary , when making a guest appearance on your youtube series chicken shop date you were surprised by how much you actually enjoyed his company and the rest was history

pairing , lando norris x fem! youtuber! reader

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yourinstagram landonorris has my heart racing 🏎️ chickenshopdate out Friday !

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user Lando is literally perfect for this you don't understand

user brb need a pit stop you two are too good together ❤️‍🔥

user ICONIC collab 😮‍💨🙌🏽

user cold

charles_leclerc me next??? ⤷ landonorris no she mine ⤷ yourinstagram ummmmm since when sirrrr

user STOP STOP STOP IM SCREAMING!!!!!!!!

user He’s P1 in our hearts 😍🧡

user Get him some fish sticks

user ok song choice, you know what’s up

user can already hear his giggles

user Yeah, we needed this for sure

user IT'S FRIDAY THENNN 🕺

user Lando buzzing that he gets to eat a proper meal for once 😂

user At this point I don’t watch for the celebrities, I watch for Y/N.

user the capri sun is so iconic

user Weird, I’m jealous of a ketchup bottle

user BROOO IS THAT HOW IT FEELS TO GO ON A DATE WITH LANDOOO!???? cause im in

user We can’t gatekeep him anymore😭

user So this is what a date with Lando Norris is like?

user not him and charles beefing in the comments over Y/N 😭😭

user 😭 HOW 😭 DOES 😭 IT 😭 FEEL 😭 TO 😭 BE 😭 LIVING 😭 MY 😭DREAM 😭

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you love me really

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yourinstagram The secret is out 💋 chickenshopdate with landonorris out now!

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user RUNNING TO WATCH RN

user Y/N if you don’t I will

user Please make out with every guest, okay thank you bye

user STOP SMILING MAN WHAT THE HECK HE IS SO CUTE

user “i’m down” fell to my knees in the grocery store

user LMFAOO the way she answered “playing hard to get” too😭😭😭😭

user The LIP BITE after the ‘even hotter if I was in there’ 😅😅😅 OH MY

user LMAO she still didn’t follow him back😭😭😭😭😭

user lmk when someone writes this fanfic pls

user Y/N. This man is in love with you.

user Man was offended by "thats why your not winning" 😭

user Nah because they’re cuteeeee together 😩😩

user Wow I think I might like this one more than the one with central cee 😭

user Freaking get married right now

user he’s so bashful loveeee

user best duo ever ahahahahaah so chaotic

user Wasn’t long enough!!!!! 😭😭

user Okay, now I need every F1 racer to do chicken shop date

user This is a real date

user Lmao, best crossover

user This is illegal 😭 too cute😍

user PLS HE COULDN'T EVEN STOP BLUSHING 😩😩😩

user Amelia, this is so darn cute, please just date him already

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Y/N L/N → LANDO NORRIS | CHICKEN SHOP DATE

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landonorris Gonna go get my appendix removed. Apparently you do it and you win a race soooooo…. congrats Carlitos 🌶️ #weightloss

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user CARLANDO. 🙏

yourinstagram Yay you were faster !!! 😍 xxx ⤷ landonorris all for you bae ⤷ user 😭💀 ⤷ user CSD effect💅 ⤷ user HELP HE WAS ⤷ user followed him back after getting on the podium 😂😂😂 ⤷ user it’s the power of love….🎶 ⤷ user more Y/N motivation 😍😍😍👏👏 ⤷ user FAV WAG 🥰 ⤷ user the most supportive gf for real ⤷ user not him calling her bae on the main

user What a duo 🔥

user Another Carlando podium….Another happy day 😁

user every racing driver about to go remove their appendix

user CARLANDO NATION! WE WON 🧡❤️

user All drivers take notes 📝 🤣🤣

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so is this still a no for that chicken shop date??

get lando's blessing and then we'll talk

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When at Coachella :: Song Mingi

Lead Guitarist! Mingi x Singer! Reader (ft Manager!Yeosang)

🎶: Rude boy - Rihanna, Slow Down - Chase Atlantic, Mamacita - Chase Atlantic

📙: You and your band are on a sold out tour when you decide to make a pit stop at Coachella to perform, the performance being as hot as possible, leading to a night between you and your guitarist boyfriend, Song Mingi.

⚠: Unprotected sex (always wrap it up), accepting alcohol from a fan, public sex, Voyeurism (ft Yeosang), 69, talk about becoming an adult entertainer

Bambi's notes: I'm back! I recently watched Coachella and loved how Mingi looked and acted, so I used it as inspiration. I also realized that I haven't done anything with our Yeosang yet, so I thought this is how I introduce him to my writings lol. There also may be a part two for this 👀

REBLOGS + COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED

"Showtime in 10 minutes, everyone make sure you are ready!"

You could hear the roar of the crowd from your dressing room backstage, smirking as you heard the chants for you as you put on your lip gloss in the mirror.

Due to popular demand, you were to headline Coachella for the first time, being the reason for the surge in ticket sales. You were a very popular singer, you and your band are currently on a sold-out tour, making a pit stop at the festival for the night.

"You always look so good when you're like that."

Your smirk only grew as the door closed behind your guitarist, the click from locking the door echoing in the room as he approached you. You didn't move, allowing his hands to rest on your hips before slowly moving down to your skirt, his thumbs grazing the bottom of your ass. You were bent over the vanity, your hands moving to support you against the mirror as the man behind you licked his lips, pressing his body against yours as he played with the fabric of your skirt. You knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to do a lot more than touch it, his eyes moving up your back slowly to meet your eyes in the mirror with a smirk of his own.

"Don't you know that you're not allowed in here, Mingi? Yeosang is going to get upset that you're in here after he banned you from being alone with me before performances."

"Who gives a fuck what stick up his ass Yeosang has to say about me seeing my sexy girlfriend?" Mingi scoffed, his hands slowly pushing up your skirt more to see the globe of your ass, chuckling when you began to move your hips side to side, giving your ass some movement against him. "Hey, be nice, he's our manager. He's just trying to look out for us and make sure that I get on stage on time, unlike the last time you came back here before a show."

At your words, a proud smile moves over Mingi's lip, remembering how he had you pinned against the wall at one of your concerts, making you late to get on stage after he drilled into you. He wouldn't stop until you came hard around him at least 3 times. He wouldn't take any excuse, even when Yeosang came banging on the door, following after you with a shit-eating grin on his face when you both emerged from the room.

"You excited for Chella, babygirl? The crowd is chanting your name." Mingi hummed, fixing his platinum hair in the mirror above you before pulling back to let you stand up straight, his hand resting on the small of your back as you both made your way to the stage. You nodded, picking up your microphone and in ears while Mingi did the same. Your set was around 22 songs, including 2 costume changes and even a special guest. Your show was one everyone was looking forward to and you wanted to make sure that you met their expectations.

You and the rest of your band listened to Yeosang give a rundown of the stage as you all stood up on the lift, Mingi's dark blue guitar resting against his feet as he bit his guitar pic, something he did before every performance. You nodded, smiling as the lift began to move up, the cheers growing louder and louder until you were on the stage, the huge crowd of people screaming their hearts out at your appearance.

"Coachella, make some noise for me!" The crowd was like putty in your hands, screaming even louder before the first song began. The crowd cheered for each band member as you introduced them.

You made a show of walking over to Mingi, the crowd getting even louder when you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. "This is my right-hand man and lead guitarist, Song Mingi" Mingi accompanied your introduction with a guitar rift, your fans barking for him. It was a staple whenever he performed to bark for him, the barking growing louder as many of the Coachella crowd picked up on the trend, barking for him as well.

Your set was full of cheers, the band playing perfectly as usual, interacting with the fans while you sang. You were even able to get close enough to the fans to have them touch you, which Mingi smirked at. While you were on your knees in front of your fans singing, Mingi came over to play his guitar closer, the crowd exploding as he began to drop to his knees, performing the guitar rift right over you as you continued to sing. The moment would go viral on social media, you already knew it, but you were much more concerned with Mingi's dark eyes that met yours while he played before he shot you a secret wink, raising himself back up from being over you before he walked to play at the other side of the stage.

You were having fun singing, flirting more with Mingi as the songs went on, your touches getting hotter for opening his jacket during his solo to show off his fresh 'FIX ON' tattoo that moved over his chest and his abs, singing right behind him while he played, his head moving back to rest on your shoulder while he played. You could tell by the way he stared at you that he would've taken you right there on that stage if he could, his lust for you growing more and more as the songs went on.

Mingi was full of his own tricks, though, grabbing a shot of whiskey from a fan for both of you, holding one for himself before he handed it to you, you both taking the shot before he poured the rest on his head, shaking his head as he played, your eyes falling on the droplets of whiskey that moved down his chest and abs. Mingi then took the opportunity to press his forehead against yours, panting as he tried to keep eye contact with you. He wanted you to focus on him as he played, your vocals never wavering as you and he held eye contact, singing flirtatious lyrics as if you both were alone.

"Thank you Coachella!" You waved goodbye as your set finally ended, walking back to the lift with your band members, the crowd still cheering for you as the lift slowly fell as you all waved, Mingi's free hand landing on your lower back as you all slowly disappeared.

"Good job everyone, you all are trending on every social media site!" Yeosang complimented you all as you all walked from the lift, accepting the water bottles he handed out. You had barely taken a few sips of your water when Mingi began to drag you away from everyone else. Coachella's backstage area was all outside, the trailers being only for the artists to get ready. However, Mingi didn't have the patience to go all the way to the trailer, bringing you to an area that was empty near the stage, hidden behind a pillar. You didn't have to question him at all, his hands landing on your hips as your lips met his in a heated kiss, Mingi's grip on you tightening as he pressed his body against yours.

You ran your hands through his hair as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before he pressed your back against the pillar again, letting you feel just how much he wanted you. At your moan when he rolled his hips into you, he shushed you quickly, his teeth dragging along your bottom lip before he placed a finger against his lips, whispering "shh, baby. keep quiet for me, yeah? Don't want anyone to come over here for us."

"I thought you had always wanted an audience though?" You whispered back against his lips, your nails slowly dragging down his chest as he moaned softly. It was true: Mingi had a thing for pleasuring you with an audience, eating you out underneath tables when you are going live with fans, doing the same thing when you're recording with the producer in the room, Mingi wanted everyone to know just how good he could make you feel.

Mingi smirked, his hands grabbing at your breasts over your top as he responded "Can you handle that, though? Can you handle someone watching us with their hands down their pants as I fuck your pretty pussy? You won't get all embarrassed and try and look away as per usual?''

You nodded, feeling like you were in a haze as Mingi returned his lips to yours, his tongue teasingly moving over yours before he pulled back, his chest moving as he began to roll his hips against you. You were deep down happy that there was no one around the area, everyone backstage either leaving, trying to beat the traffic, or helping to pick up the trash around the festival site.

"Are you two done?" Your kiss with Mingi broke with Mingi's annoyed groan at Yeosang's words, rolling his eyes as he turned to face him. His eyes drilled into the manager before an idea came into his head. "Baby, Yeosang had to sign an NDA before he began working with us, right?"

"Yeah, he signed a bunch of them, why?" You remained in Mingi's arms as he turned to face Yeosang, a devious smirk moving over his lips before he said "No, actually, me and Y/N here aren't done. If you want to talk to her so much, you're going to have to talk to her while I eat her out."

Mingi's words made Yeosang blush, stuttering out a small "what?"

"You heard me: Either you wait to talk to her," Mingi paused, unwrapping your legs from around his waist before he placed you back down on the ground, Mingi's lips meeting yours before he slowly kissed down your body, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Or, you can stand here and talk to her while I eat out her wet pussy, your choice."

Yeosang couldn't help but stutter, trying to figure out if Mingi was serious, but when Mingi began to press kisses to the insides of your thighs, he could tell that he was in fact serious. At Yeosang not moving, Mingi smirked before looking up at you, asking "You're okay with our manager Yeosang watching us, right? I mean, whatever he has to say must be so important that it can't wait for us to finish." You bit your lip as you nodded, a small moan leaving your lips as Mingi bit down on your thigh, saying "No baby, out loud. Look at Yeosang and say it's okay if he watches."

"It's okay if you watch" You whimpered to Yeosang as Mingi kissed over his bite, placing your leg up onto his shoulder before he kissed up your thigh, his focus now only on your pussy as Yeosang cleared his throat. He felt challenged as if Mingi was challenging him to see if he wouldn't be able to handle the sight, but he could. Heck, he had walked past you both constantly fucking all the time, this was nothing different other than that he could see it.

"So, I'm going to go over the analytics of tonight's performance with you along with how payment is going to work." You nodded as Mingi pushed your panties to the side, cursing softly at how wet you seemed to be before he dipped his tongue into you, making you gasp. You tried to keep your facial emotions in check while Mingi ate you out, trying your hardest to pay attention to Yeosang's words and analytics from the show on social media. Mingi looked up at you as you kept talking to Yeosang, sucking hard on your clit to make you moan out loud in the middle of your sentence, your hand moving into his hair to press him against your pussy, making him moan into you. You wanted to keep him busy from trying to play with you, your cheeks already on fire from how Yeosang was watching you both.

Mingi smirked as your leg began to tense on his shoulder, letting him know that you were just about to cum. He slowly kissed up your body, his ringed fingers playing with your pussy lips as he whispered into your ear "you're focusing so hard baby, let me help you relax a bit"

You bit your lip harder as Mingi easily slipped 3 fingers into you, your hands rushing out to grip his forearm as Yeosang continued to talk to you, his eyes glancing down at your hands as they gripped Mingi's moving forearm as he fucked up into you with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, Mingi's lips all over your neck as he shamelessly whispered into your ear all about the things he wanted to do to you. Yeosang felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight and the sound, his eyes slowly moving back up your body as you tried to hold back all your sounds. He hummed before holding up his tablet, needing your signature for something.

Your hands shook as you accepted the tablet from him, your orgasm right about to wash over you as you signed your name on the tablet. Mingi smirked as you came all over his hands, his gaze now moving to Yeosang as he slowly pulled his hands from you. You cleared your throat as you handed back the tablet, your signature drawn messily onto the page. Mingi shamelessly sucked on his fingers as Yeosang looked down at the tablet, holding back his smirk when he noticed that you had written your signature while you were cumming.

You rested against Mingi as he began walking to the limo, chuckling deeply before he paused, turning around to face Yeosang. "If you'll excuse me and Y/N, we're going back to the hotel. I'm sure everything else you need to say can wait?"

"Of course" Yeosang hummed, his eyes moving over both you and Mingi before he walked past you, his arm grazing yours as he made his way to his ride back to the hotel without even glancing back. "I think he liked it," Mingi chuckled, picking you up before carrying you to the limo, having you sit on his lap before your lips met in a heated kiss. You and Mingi kissed as the limo driver turned up the music, giving both you and Mingi as much privacy as he could as he was used to you both doing this. Mingi's hands moved down to your hips, his hands moving underneath the skirt to knead your ass as you deepened the kiss, your hips moving against Mingi's, his hard cock pressing against his belt hard.

Mingi tossed his head back as you kissed down his neck, your hands moving over his chest as Mingi helped you grind down against him, his eyes closing as you bit down on him. "That's my baby, mark me up. I wanna post a selfie tomorrow showing all your marks off on me." Mingi loved seeing the comments on the post debating whether or not it was real or not, if they came from a woman or from somewhere else- it always got him off.

"Should start recording us," he moaned out as you removed his belt, his hand landing harshly on your ass before he licked his lips. "Have you be my own private little porn star."

You moaned at his words, licking up his neck as Mingi continued to moan out his desires, not caring about the poor driver in the front as he dragged his hands up your ass slowly, his nails digging into you before you shut him up with a kiss, your lips and tongue meeting in a messy kiss that was fit for a porn star.

When the limo finally pulled into the hotel, Mingi and you rushed to exit the car before you both rushed into the hotel through the back that was for celebrities, bypassing the many cameras. Mingi and you both laughed as he pressed you against the wall of the staircase, your lips meeting in a deep kiss as you both stumbled up the stairs to your floor. Mingi then pressed you against your hotel room door, panting against your neck as his hands already began to unzip your skirt, his voice against your ear neck as he panted "You better hurry up before I shove down your skirt and take you in this hallway, maybe we can give the security team a show next."

You bit your lip as you pressed your keycard against the door, knowing that the security of the hotel didn't sign an NDA, unlike Yeosang. You pushed open the door, Mingi's body immediately following yours as you both entered the room, his heavy boots kicked the door closed before his lips met yours again in a messy kiss.

Clothing began to be thrown all around the bedroom as you both made your way to the nearest surface, which so happened to be the floor. Mingi chuckled softly as you both landed on the floor, Mingi's back pressing against the hotel's expensive carpet as he helped you move on top of him, moving you so you faced his cock while he could have you sit on his face. "Put that pretty pussy on my face, baby."

You didn't have to be told twice, moaning as your pussy landed right on his mouth, his tongue moving quickly to taste you. Your eyes closed, your nails digging into his abs before you leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, his own eyes rolling back at the feeling. Mingi swore there was something about how you took him deep in your throat that always made him fucking ravenous. He growled deeply against you, his hands moving to grip the globes of your ass as you took him deeper into your throat, all the way to the hilt.

"That's my fucking girl, taking me like a pro." Mingi praised, his tongue returning to you to match the pace that you set.

You stopped? He stopped.

You rolled your hips back? He rolled his hips up to make you choke on his cock.

Mingi was a man of many talents, and making you cum quickly was number one.

"I'm gonna cum, Mingi, fuck." You pulled back from his cock to pump him in your hand, your words urging your boyfriend to speed up as he curled his tongue, pumping another finger into you as he moaned, the vibrations helping you to cum all over his tongue.

Even though your haze you continued to pump Mingi's hard cock, Mingi tossing his head back against the floor as he praised you. "Faster, baby. Earn that nut from me, baby. I'm almost there with you just don't stop- oh my fucking god, yes"

Mingi couldn't even think straight as you deep-throated him, a small whine leaving his deep voice as he came. He didn't know what to grab onto, choosing to dig his fingers into your ass before he fully fell back against the floor, his body shaking slightly underneath you while you cleaned him up with your tongue. Mingi chuckled at the feeling, his hand landing a firm smack on your ass before he ran a hand over his face.

"You always make me cum so hard when you do that, baby. Always know how to make your man so fucking happy." He chuckled, helping you get up before he got up from the floor, his legs now slightly wobbly before as he laughed. He walked with you over to the bed, his hands resting against the sheets as he asked for a minute, still shaking from the orgasm you had given him, making you giggle. You loved watching Mingi recover from cumming, his hair being a mess, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath, the fresh layer of sweat making him glow in the room's light.

You crawled over to his hunched frame, pressing small kisses to his shoulders as he chuckled, his voice now even deeper. His hands then pushed you back on the bed, his tongue moving over your lips as he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He slowly pushed into you, his long and thick cock stretching you out as he slowly filled you up, making sure that you felt every single part of his cock.

"Yeah, baby, roll those eyes back at how good just having my cock feels in you" Mingi moaned, his eyes burning into you as your eyes rolled back as he stuffed you full. He loved how your body seemed to react to his cock whenever you both fucked, his eyes now on your breasts as he began to fuck you, watching as they bounced.

"Those perfect tits of yours too, fuck. Saw Yeosang looking at them earlier while I was finger fucking you. I don't blame him though, just look at how juicy your tits look when they're moving from my fucking cock" you moaned as Mingi's hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he began to roll his hips, leaning down to wrap his lips around the nipple. Your moans got louder, your running through his hair as he switched nipples, his tongue moving over your nipples before he pulled back, pressing them against each other as he moved faster.

"Yeah, sing for me, Y/N. Sing for me while you take my cock" Mingi's pace picked up to drill into you, using your breasts as leverage to move you on his cock, his cock hitting deep into you as you moaned his name, your hands moving from the bed to his hair to his back; you didn't know where to hold on as he fucked you, your back arching as you felt your orgasm building up quickly. At your tightness, Mingi growled "No, not yet. You better hold on until I'm fucking ready, Y/N."

"Mingi" You begged, you cries not making your lover stop, only moving faster, his eyes moving from your face to your tits he still held onto your stomach as his cock plowed into you. He loved how you begged for him, his cock twitching before growled out "cum, cum for me baby"

You both came hard, your vision becoming blurry as Mingi's pace stuttered, his cock plowing into you before he filled you, his eyes closing before he rushed down to suck and lick on your tits, leaving hickies behind as he moaned and panted against you. You held him close as you both panted, Mingi soon landing on the bed right against you as you both tried to calm down. Your eyes were closed as Mingi kissed your shoulder, his hand moving your face to his as he kissed you, his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

You rested against the bed as Mingi got up, blinking still as his vision returned, stumbling to grab both you and him a water bottle before he went back over to you, his phone also in his hand. He opened your bottle, handing it to you before he said "I'll turn the water on for you, baby, just lay there."

You nodded, resting with the cold water bottle while Mingi went into the bathroom, turning on the water for you and him to bathe. He sat down against the side of the tub, taking a sip of his water as he unlocked his phone, his eyes zeroing in on a text from Yeosang.

Yeosang: If you and her ever want an audience or more, I'd be more than happy to do so again.

BAMBIKISSS | 2024

[majosullivan]

Nevermore Dashboard Simulator

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can we all agree to stop making jokes about each other’s deaths? Making light of someone’s death even as a joke is really gross

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

No I was murdered so I can reclaim it

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⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Okay but can someone tell me how posts here are getting so many notes? There’s like around 100 people at the academy and I’m frequently seeing posts with well over 1,000 notes. Like, it would be one thing if these posts were years old but some of them are from 2 days ago. Did I just miss the memo and everyone here has at least 10+ accounts, like WHERE are you guys coming from?

👻 hourofsecrecy Follow

Can the spirits not show their appreciation for people’s commentery? Can the creatures of the night not find humour in wits and gists of others? What is the difference from the newly departed and the Unseen Ones?

⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Absolutely horrific answer, thank you for your time

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🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Tell me why it’s around eight in the morning and the first thing I see while heading to the dining hall is Lenore PINING Annabel Lee AGAINST A WALL

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Care to clarify who the hell you were referring to in this post?

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Yes

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🎈 floatinghoax Follow

After everything the afterlife could have been, you’re telling me that I have to go to SCHOOL and have CLASSES that start at 9AM? Truly tempted to walk straight into the wasteland, there’s only so much a second chance at life is worth

#not to mention with have fucking ROOMMATES #this academy is MASSIVE #you’re telling me there isn’t enough room for single rooms in this place?

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🥀 wilted-rose Follow

I’m curious, who do you guys think you could take in their spectre forms?

🥀 wilted-rose Follow

IN A FIGHT

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🎶 decomposingmusic Follow

You’re not about to manifest your spectre, you’re just dehydrated

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

out of the way gay boy i’m boutta separate myself from my remaining mortal ties and embrace the abilites of my spiritual form

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

nures rom

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🌙 voyage-to-the-moon Follow

do you think the Deans wake up every day, take one look at us before telling Ms. Poppet ‘PUT THOSE BEASTS IN SITUATIONS!’

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🌃 eveningstar Follow

Does anyone know if Duke and Pluto (the two boys friends with Lenore) are an item or not? Cause any time I’ve seen them interact, Duke has consistently referred to Pluto as Mon Minou (my kitten in french) and I’m not sure if the two of them are together or if they’re just…Like That

🌃 eveningstar Follow

UPDATE: SO IT TURNS OUT PLUTO DIDN’T KNOW WHAT MON MINOU MEANT AND FOUND OUT THROUGH MY POST. HIM AND DUKE HAVE BEEN BICKERING ABOUT IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE DORM ROOMS

🌃 eveningstar Follow

Despite what you would think would occur from this development, none of this has answered by original question

#I was just curious if these two were gay or just European #by all accounts they might be both

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🍋 gives-you-lemons Follow

I think I’m about half with through the manor right now? Honestly this lesson is going much better than I expected!

🍋 gives-you-lemons Follow

RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS R&)26?83@/$

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☔️ dew-dropped-nights Follow

[about to be eaten by one of the monsters in the Teraphobia trial] okay but do you think I’m cute? Be honest

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🪐 eureka Follow

Do you think that Annabel Lee and Lenore have ever explored each others bodies

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can you fucking not do this? Not only are they real people, they’re our classmates and clearly can’t stand each other. Stuff like this is weird and gross

🔮 sorcery-sorcery-sorcery Follow

I bet they fucked nasty up at the widow’s watch

🥂 drinking-into-the-grave Follow

This is actually how Lenore won the Mystery Manor lesson

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Sometimes that butch pussy gets you acting unwise

🏵️ pendulum-in-the-pit Follow

THAT

WHAT

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

What’s not clicking

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[neroushalvaus]

Tumblr in the 60s – deleted posts

Some people requested a sequel to this post so I thought I'd post these drafts that didn't make it to the original. Maybe doing more at some point if the inspiration hits me but I hope these bring you some joy.

🚀 starrfleet Follow

HEY GUYS!! We're buying The Beatles so John and Paul can finally get together!! Who's in

🎹 nixonsafascist Follow

Call that... Beatles for Sale

🚀 starrfleet Follow

Dude this is serious. We want to free them. Why is homophobia so very funny to you?

🎶 mclennstarrison Follow

Didn't The Beatles start managing themselves after Mr Epstein died? So you plan to buy them... From themselves?

🚀 starrfleet Follow

Oh so the george harrison vampire mpreg blog is going to preach to us now.

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📻 lesbianbobdylan Follow

"Let men have short hair!!" "It's okay to not agree with the civil rights folk" "Don't let tumblr tell you that serving your country is bad" You are all so chronically online and convinced your little hippie bubble represents the world that you have the worst takes. Conservatism is alive and well, us hippies are the fucking minority. The outside world is perfectly okay with all the anti-mlk short-haired men who are happily getting drafted. You are not counterculture.

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☁️ ankin-vaimo Follow

Tumblr is so US/UK centric. Scrolling through this site you'd think there were no other tv shows than star trek and no other bands than the monkees and that the stonewall riots were the only meaningful political activism that has ever happened. There's so much great culture elsewhere. I bet you have never even heard of Tapani Kansa.

🇻🇳 shirellesofficial

#shhh don't tell Tumblr that other countries exist #they couldn't even admit Please Mr. Postman was originated by black women (tags via @marvelettesofficial)

peer reviewed tags

#sorry for going through your tumblr marvelettesofficial #you're just so funny #hope i'm not annoying you

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🌼 andpeoplesaywebeatlearound Follow

People really like to pretend us Beatles girlies hate Y*ko for being asian and a woman like she didn't literally make John cheat on his wife and leave his young son

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians Follow

don't talk like us beatles girlies are all the same, i personally want to fuck her on a canvas while we're both covered in menstrual blood, creating modern art by making love

✝️ jesusrevolution Follow

Op is this you? ↓

🎶 mclennstarrison Follow

Also like, "made John cheat on his wife and leave his young son", did John himself have nothing to do with that decision or..?

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians Follow

do you guys think she and john do mommy play

🎶 mclennstarrison Follow

I appreciate the input @prostitutesandlesbians but we're trying to call the op out for being a racist misogynist

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians Follow

sorry

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🤪 thekinkykinks Follow

Why is there even discourse about this... Yeah, the folks at Stonewall could have been more respectful towards the police officers who were just doing their jobs, but why are we acting like throwing some pennies at the police officers and calling them "Lily Law" is the worst type of oppression

🥿 trustnobutch Follow

You know what? No. Fuck you. I'm tired of you all talking about these people like they were your poor little meow meows. Have you read about this at all? The raid did not happen because the police "hates gay people wah wah". Stonewall Inn was run by the mob. The. Fucking. Mob. Would you rather have the police not protecting us from criminals, huh??? And the rioters were nothing but a bunch of attention seekers. I heard that a guy from the fucking Mattachine Society phoned newspapers and took pictures of the riot. I'm so disappointed, that was the only gay group that seemed to care about looking respectable in the eyes of the heterosexuals. People who were there made us all look bad and set our movement back like 50 years. Fuck you for supporting them.

🍊 kissmemissoklaholma Follow

Yeah. I heard someone threw a brick.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

??? Nobody threw bricks, where the fuck do you get your information ??

#they should have tho #chilling at the stockholm airport finding the weirdest takes

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🧸 teddyboyfemme Follow

i'm sharing a joint with this cute ass butch with the cutest curliest hair ever guyyyyssss I think i'm falling in love

🧸 teddyboyfemme Follow

she plays the harmonica for me i want to fuck her to the mattress

🧸 teddyboyfemme Follow

i don't have any idea what she's singing about but i think she likes the rolling stones too, we have so much in commonnnn

🧸 teddyboyfemme Follow

So it turns out that was Bob Dylan.

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[yeosatinyngz]

TRY AGAIN

🎶So whenever you ask me again, how I feel. Please remember, my answer is you🎶

↳GN Reader: After breaking up and with years of no contact, you and Zayne cross paths again at a high school reunion. You both come to realize that you both still have feelings for each other.

↳Exes to lovers | Teensy angst to fluff | wc: 1,140

A/N: As a celebration for Zayne’s Birthday, I present to y’all with this oneshot🥳 It’s not the best but I had to write something for our hunksicle

Hazel eyes pierces into your soul for the umpteenth time as you once again ignore it. You were dragged by Caleb to attend tonight’s high school reunion and you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, especially with the way your high school ex was seated across from you and openly staring you down intensely.

Even though it’s been a decade since you’ve last seen him, it still doesn’t change how awkward and on edge you feel since you’ve both ended off on a not so good note.

Back when you were both together you really thought it would last. The beginning of your relationship with him was a dream come true, until he started to shut you out and treated you coldly, ultimately breaking it off with you.

You still remember how cold his eyes were when he said he wanted to break up. How he said you were a distraction to his studies and that you and him were not a good match.

He didn’t even wait for you to say anything before he left you alone, confused and heartbroken. After that he avoided you and never once acknowledged you again. You just came to terms with his decision and also avoided him.

Seeing him here tonight was the last thing you wanted. Time healed your broken heart and you never held a grudge against him, you just weren’t sure where your standing with him is at now so you don’t even know how to act around him. The wisest decision you conjured up was to try your best to ignore the raven haired male sitting across you and distract yourself by chatting with Caleb who’s sitting next to you.

As the evening progresses, it’s without a doubt that the conversation would center around Zayne due to his outstanding achievements in his field. Someone chimes in a, “I saw that you earned the Starcatcher award as well, you’re so admirable, Zayne.”

He brushes it off humbly while everyone congratulates him. You silently congratulate him as well, thinking he wouldn’t hear you. Contrary to your belief, you looked up to see him looking directly at you, with the corner of his mouth lifted up into a small smile. He softly mumbled out a thank you as well, shocking you.

You quickly look away before the conversation shifts over to you. “Oh yeah [name] I’ve been seeing your jewelry all over the internet, it's so cool to see how your hard work has paid off.” “Look, I’m wearing your earrings right now!” Your mood instantly brightened as your jewelry was brought up and Zayne couldn’t help but be enamored by the passionate look in your eyes, the eyes that used to stare lovingly at him. The very eyes that also showed absolute despair due to his heartless words that still haunts him till this day.

The long night has wrapped up as everyone was saying their goodbyes. You told Caleb to go ahead and not wait for you since you had to quickly go use the bathroom.

After you finished using the bathroom, you returned to the table to get your belongings. To your surprise, Zayne was still sitting there. That’s when you realize that he was waiting for you.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you blurted out, “How come you’re still here?” You quickly slap a hand over your mouth and you hear a chuckle come from him before he replies, “To keep an eye on your belongings.” “Oh, thank you.” You awkwardly thank him as you put your jacket on, followed by your bag.

He followed behind you as you walked out of the restaurant and he continued to trail behind you for the next 5 minutes. You turned back to look at him with an eyebrow quirked up, “Uh, do you have something to say to me?” He stops in his tracks and awkwardly looks elsewhere.

“This isn’t the most ideal place for this but I just wanted to sincerely apologize to you for my past behavior during our high school days.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “Well that took you a decade to say.” He rubs his neck, embarrassed.

“I was an immature teenager who didn’t know how to handle the immense love you showered me with. I felt like I didn’t deserve it and that someone like me would only bring you down. I know this just sounds like excuses but I truly shouldn’t have acted like such a prick and shut you out. I regretted it so much and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“I really appreciate you apologizing to me Zayne, truth to be told I never held a grudge against you for breaking up with me. Sure it did hurt but I guess the world was telling us that the timing just wasn’t right for us. Bottom line is that I forgive you so I hope you don’t feel guilty anymore.”

Zayne gulps down the nerves building up in his throat as he asks you the question he’s been dying to know the answer to, “Are you perhaps single?” He kept up with you through your social media over the years and he remembers seeing recently that there were rumors that you were dating a model you hired for your jewelry advertisements. He anxiously awaits your answer as you replied with a quick, “Yep” leading to him breathing a sigh of relief.

“About what you said regarding how the world was telling us that the timing wasn’t right for us then, how about now?” You pondered for a moment at his question before you looked into his eyes. Oh this was bad, the feelings you locked up were resurfacing and you’re drowning in his eyes. It doesn’t help that he has gotten more handsome, your eyes dragged across his more defined features as your heart beat starts picking up.

Before you could even speak, specks of snowflakes fall within your line of sight. You look up at the sky in excitement as it starts snowing harder. Your face is now full of snowflakes, Zayne cautiously brings his hands up and starts wiping them off your face. You couldn’t help but notice a silver shine illuminating from his right wrist. You took a closer look and gasped in shock as you realized that it was the bracelet you made for Zayne back when you both were dating, a silver chain bracelet with a padlock charm that had both your initials engraved on it.

You smiled brightly at him and threw your arms around him, “I think the world just gave us a sign that it’s finally our time.” The first snow continues to fall down, embracing you both as a way to celebrate your reunion and as a sign to ensure a lasting relationship.

[falloutcoys]

Malevolent season 4 dashboard simulator

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🚃 thetravelersjourney Follow

IMPORTANT! PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST!

For anyone in New York City, you have to be very careful! There are reports of a dangerous man by the name of Arthur Lester roaming the streets. He may introduce himself as Will Henley or Peter Yang. He will not look you in the eye and may begin arguing with himself under his breath. This man is dangerous, he has admitted to at least seven murders!

🎶 jazzenthusiast04 Follow

This is just fearmongering. You left out the very important context that he was being threatened by a serial killer at the time! He was saying whatever he could to get out of it. Do your own research before you share misinformation like this smh

#disappointed in everyone who blindly shared this #the truth is easily found #if he had actually committed those murders, the detective on the case would have arrested him! #just take one minute to think before you post

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✝️ theconfessional Follow

God sent me to help him, and after everything I did for him, he just dumps me like this. fml. I lost an arm for him...

🖌️ art--deco

aren't you a priest? 🤨 url checks out you're definitely having some sinful thoughts, father

#ngl i'm into it though

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🗡️ anoldscratch

I can't help it. When I'm around him I hear the sweetest music. I can tell, him and I, we're the same.

🌽 dustbowldays

this is actually so creepy looking back i can't believe i reblogged this. we should have known

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🕵️‍♂️ thefirstnoel

I always know more than I'm letting on. You shouldn't trust me quite so easily.

#mysterious #secret identity #male manipulator #he was kinda cute tho

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🟡 hiseyes

Finally got him to leave that loser. Took long enough, the guy was just dead weight. I don't know why he thinks he needs anyone but me, honestly.

🎶 jazzenthusiast04 Follow

@theconfessional this was like 5 minutes before your post. related?

✝️ theconfessional Follow

WAIT IS THIS THE JOHN HE MENTIONED???

🟡 hiseyes

uhhhh. no.

#wtf how did he find me

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👵 awidowslife Follow

room available for rent on a weekly basis. must be respectable and able to follow rules. dm for details

🖌️ art--deco

is this still available?

👵 awidowslife Follow

no.

[poproccks]

A scene from my boyfriend @dulltoned ‘s amazing fic Elapse! Please give it a read if you haven’t, it’s absolutely amazing!!! This took many hours and was definitely my biggest art project ever! I’m still deciding how I want to draw trolls, so be nice please about my massive inconsistencies haha.

Ft. A doodle and word of wisdom from the author himself on my canvas + some close ups because Tumblr destroyed the quality.

[silenzahra]

Luigi serenades Daisy 🎶✨

This post was originally shared on 14th July 2024 on my old blog, which was deactivated the next day. Due to this, I decided to redo it since there were too many links that led to my old content and therefore didn't work anymore.

I came up with this idea thanks to @kelbreyworshipper who sent me an ask (to my old blog I mean), and I decided to play with my own musicians headcanons to create a romantic ambience for Luigi and Daisy as well as a few headcanons for their relationship in my lore. You may also find a couple of hints to my Luigi the Bookworm post.

Many people read this one before and I really appreciate your support, and I'll be linking your reblogs to the original post below as a way of saying thank you 💖

Still, for those of you who read it before, I'll be adding some paragraphs and sentences here and there that I believe will enrich the reading experience, and I'll highlight them in different colors just in case you'd like to check them 🥰

@bberetd @kimasousparky @artycomicfangirl @keakruiser

@aqua-peri @jellyfishinc @doodleydoo101 Hope it's okay that I tag you since I believe you didn't get to see the original post and I thought perhaps you might be interested. Of course, if you want your tag to be removed, just let me know! 💖

As I mentioned here, I decided to redo this post mainly because of the songs I linked and translated on my side blog, as the original ones were lost when my old blog was deactivated. I want readers to have the chance to listen to each song and understand their meaning if they're interested, so that they can enjoy the entire experience. Still, some of the lyrics would change a bit in Luigi's version to fit with Daisy's appearance (like the "white cheeks" for example, as I headcanon Daisy has tanned skin) and their love story. Apart from that, they are songs that make me think a lot about this couple and their romance, so I hope you'll like them if you give them a listen! 🥰

Without further ado: let's-a go! ✨

Spontaneous serenade

The first time Luigi sang for Daisy was almost accidental. After their first date many more followed, and Luigi gradually became more and more comfortable in the company of Daisy, who showed him by her actions and affection that she liked every part of him and, therefore, he could be himself when he was with her.

Since they had danced together in the park on their first date, Daisy suggested one night that they go to a club to dance for a while. Luigi wasn’t too sure, as he’s not very fond of crowds, but Daisy had taken this into account and took him to a very quiet place located near the beach, in the Muda Kingdom in Sarasaland. Some of its inhabitants were there, but not too many, and the music was at a volume that allowed conversation. This certainly reassured Luigi and allowed him to enjoy the evening after all.

Daisy, knowing his shyness, didn't ask him to dance in the center of the dance floor: they kept to one corner, chatting while standing, and they had a few drinks as they enjoyed the music. Sometimes they’d sway gently when some lively song played, encouraging them to let themselves be carried away by the rhythm. But then one of Luigi's favorite songs came on, and enthusiasm shone on his face as he discovered that Daisy loved it too. He immediately forgot that they weren’t alone: in a sudden display of boldness, Luigi grabbed Daisy by the waist and improvised a dance with her as he began to sing with all his energy and passion.

Daisy was taken aback but did not complain at all. Since she loves dancing, she immediately adapted to Luigi's movements, and with a rapt smile, kept her eyes fixed on him while Luigi sang the romantic lyrics of the song, totally devoted and enjoying every note. He even took her by the hand and spun her around before drawing her back to him, and as he continued to sing, he did so while looking into her eyes with intensity, as if declaiming poetry, his voice laden with a sweetness that rivaled that of honey.

And Daisy felt herself melting. That was the moment when she knew with absolute certainty that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with that sweet man whose bright blue eyes watched her with such warmth and devotion. That sweet and charming man who used to be so shy but who didn't hesitate to show his confident and daring side when he was with her. She loved that contrast in his personality, and it filled her with joy to know that she was one of the few people with whom he felt comfortable enough to bring out his bold side.

It made her feel so lucky and privileged.

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Songs for Daisy

That night, as he sang with his eyes lost in Daisy's, Luigi realized that she had loved listening to him… and found that he had enjoyed it too. After all, it was a way of expressing how much he loved her and how deep his feelings for her were. And he found himself wanting to serenade her and use music as a way of declaring his love for Daisy.

So he set to work. First he tried taking the ukulele with him on some of the dates they had in the park and on the beach, and he improvised some romantic melodies and lyrics for her while Daisy listened mesmerized. Sometimes she began clapping in rhythm, and other times she got up and began to rock softly to the pace of the tune Luigi plucked from his instrument.

And he treasured every second, but he felt he could do more for her. That she deserved more.

She deserved the world.

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The ukulele offered a good way to improvise quick, happy tunes, but Luigi felt a fervent desire to create music pulsing in his veins. He wanted to compose songs for Daisy, songs whose lyrics she could learn in order to sing them along with him if she wanted to, songs that would entice her to sway her body with that hypnotic charm that captivated Luigi and left him speechless. The melodies flowed in his mind, as did different lines born from his deep and pure love for the flower princess.

He then began to write them down. Phrases that alluded to her beauty, her joy, her energetic personality. Sentences that expressed how she drove him mad in the best way possible, how he was simply unable to stop thinking of her, how he couldn't wait to spend every second of his life with her, his desire to always see and make her happy. Luigi poured all his feelings onto paper as he hummed the tunes in his head and decided to replace the ukulele with the guitar to try to give them shape.

Not long after, Luigi surprised Daisy with a moonlit picnic in a quiet corner in the woods near the beach where he had so often jammed music for her on the ukulele. The sound of the waves lulled them as they dined on the delicious dishes Luigi had prepared for Daisy, her favorites, and the candles he’d brought were hardly necessary given the brightness of the huge full moon.

Due to nerves, Luigi was almost unable to eat, but he enjoyed watching Daisy savoring the dinner he had cooked for her. The princess, however, realized that something was wrong with him, always concerned about his well-being and comfort. Not wanting to worry her, Luigi decided to grab his guitar and leave the food for later.

And, looking Daisy in the eyes, he started playing.

(Song: Tragicomedia, Estopa)

"Yo, que vivo en la luna, quiero darte mi granito de arena..."

Daisy was speechless. Luigi's hands flowed with delicacy and mastery as they plucked chords from the guitar, and his voice emerged from his throat firm, confident and somewhat husky, and he was singing in Spanish! For her! The princess was convinced that, had she not been sitting on the grass in front of him, her legs would have turned to jelly, and she would have needed to sit down urgently.

The sight of Luigi playing and singing for her, the guitar resting on his crossed legs, his hands moving deftly up and down the neck of the instrument, his eyes watching her intently with a special, intense glow shining in them, the soft, confident smile dancing on his lips as he intoned the most romantic lyrics Daisy had ever heard...

"Y si tengo que morirme, que me muera en primavera, pa' poder echar raíces y vivir siempre a tu vera."

A sigh escaped from deep within her core and she needed to bring a hand to her chest to calm her racing heartbeat. Her cheeks were burning.

Luigi's smile widened, and his voice gained assurance as he realized that she was enjoying the experience. Daisy listened to him attentively for a few seconds longer, her heart melting at each line with which Luigi expressed his love for her, an endearing smile painted on her lips. She didn't notice she had begun to silently cry until Luigi himself, concerned, stopped playing and reached out his hands to cup her face lovingly. Daisy was surprised to feel the wetness on her cheeks, but smiled and reassured her boyfriend that they were tears of emotion. Luigi's gesture had touched her heart.

Despite the tears, she couldn't restrain herself: she leaned her head forward and kissed him.

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Luigi the Musician

The first song Luigi wrote for Daisy was followed by many more. At first, Luigi was afraid that the princess would get emotional again, so he thought that maybe he should keep his new songs to himself. They emerged from deep within his soul, and he couldn't, and wouldn't, hold them back, so quitting creating them was out of the question.

But, to his surprise, he found that, on their next date, Daisy sheepishly asked him if he had written any more songs, as she’d love to hear them. Luigi hadn’t brought his guitar with him that time, but he didn’t hesitate to start singing with the sole accompaniment of his hands clapping, something that Daisy began to replicate almost instantly (Song: Cuando amanece, Estopa). That time, even though she was also moved by the beauty of his verses, she didn't cry, which encouraged Luigi to keep bringing his guitar to their next dates to continue serenading her.

Daisy came to enjoy the experience of hearing him play for her so much that she ended up improvising her own dances to sway to the music he created, fulfilling Luigi's wish that they could share their passion for music and enjoy it together. He went on to create many, many songs during the early years of their relationship, including a very special one he composed after the first time they slept together (Song: Tan dulce, Estopa).

Daisy learned them all by heart. More than once, when he came to Sarasaland for a surprise visit, Luigi found her singing, with no musical accompaniment, the lyrics he had written for her.

And on those occasions it was he who was moved.

But Luigi doesn't just play the guitar and ukulele. Another musical instrument that he's passionate about playing is the violin, because it is, in his opinion, one of the instruments capable of creating the most beautiful and harmonious melodies that reach deep into the heart and soul of those who listen to them and can make them dream and be transported to faraway lands where everything is possible. He learned to play it when he was in high school, and he came to be a great violinist, but, unfortunately, a bad experience with his classmates made him move away from his passion for the violin for a long time.

However, it was precisely thanks to Daisy that he remembered how much he enjoyed plucking beautiful notes from this instrument after so many years devoted almost exclusively to the guitar. On one of the occasions when they were alone at his home, Daisy noticed the forgotten violin lying inside Luigi's closet when he opened it in search of a blanket to cuddle up with so they could read together on the sofa. She was fascinated when he explained that he used to play it, and she immediately started to clap as she expressed her eagerness to hear him play.

Luigi couldn't stop the bad memories from flooding back into his head, but Daisy's lovely and shiny gaze, filled with excitement, accompanied by the good feelings she kindled in him, managed to eliminate those remembrances in the blink of an eye. When he was with her, Luigi felt safe, comfortable, secure. Nothing bad would happen if he played the violin for his beloved princess.

He felt rusty after so many years, so it took him a few minutes to get used to it again. However, once he did, he decided to surprise Daisy by playing the same song that played on their first date and made them dance together for the first time. Their first song.

And Daisy recognized it and, again, was moved, but the smile on her lips made her face glow with pure joy.

Luigi didn't know how to compose a song on the violin, so he was content to leave the creation to his guitar and decided to treat Daisy to the most beautiful melodies he knew and that, he hoped, she’d like. Merry go round of life was only the first, for it was followed by many others such as Mi manchi, A postcard to Henry Purce and Valse sentimentale, as well as several other famous waltzes that sounded wonderful on Luigi's hands.

Daisy loved them all, but above all, she adored the passion with which Luigi played, always closing his eyes to let himself be completely caught up with the melodies that emerged from his violin and reached the princess' heart. She took the habit of almost always wearing a dress to their dates, or at least a skirt, so that she could dance not only to the songs Luigi wrote for her with his guitar, but also to the ones he played on his violin. Even though she always preferred to dance with him, and he with her, she knew that he loved to watch her dance to his music. He was hypnotized by her movemens while she was entranced by the tunes he played. So she let herself be carried away by the beautiful chords of the violin and performed the waltzes by herself under his attentive and ardent gaze.

And then, when they were alone in the princess' chambers, Daisy would "steal" Luigi's cell phone and select all those songs, one by one, so they could dance to them in the privacy of their room and, at last, together, giving them the chance to let the passion that burned in their hearts take the lead.

A very special night

Music and dancing, like reading and gardening, became two of the many passions Luigi and Daisy shared. They were very important to them, practically essential to their relationship. Whenever they saw each other, some harmonious melody would accompany them, either played by Luigi or playing in his phone to make their evening more pleasant and entice them to dance. It was something vital in their lives and it also defined their relationship, as music had witnessed the birth and growth of their romantic bond and how it only became stronger over time.

Therefore, for Luigi, it was only logical and natural that music also attested the moment when he would ask Daisy to be his forever.

More than that: it was going to be what helped him propose.

On this occasion, he preferred to arrange an intimate dinner in a place where they could be completely alone. He wanted the evening to be special, to make Daisy feel special, just as she is in his eyes. But he also didn't want it to be all public so that she’d be forced to say yes if she didn't want to take the next step. Luigi knows all too well how horrible social pressure can be, so there was no way he was going to subject his girlfriend to anything remotely like that.

So he decided to surprise her at the Sarasaland library, where they've spent many good times since they first celebrated Book Day together. Daisy had a busy day ahead of her with her royal duties as monarch of the empire, so Luigi suggested that, when she finished, she put on her best clothes and join him in the library to have dinner together and relax after her tiring day. He doesn't know yet how he was able to conceal the nerves that gripped every corner of his body.

While Daisy was away, Luigi, with the help of Mario, Peach and Toad, organized everything in the library. The day before, Princess Peach had helped him choose the most suitable dishes for such a special night, so they prepared them together in the morning and brought them to Daisy's home from the Mushroom Kingdom. Together with Mario and counting on his invaluable help and talent, Luigi had composed what was his most romantic song to date, with certain parts in Spanish to surprise Daisy so that she’d truly understand what a huge place she had earned in his heart.

He simply couldn’t see his life without her in it anymore.

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During the afternoon, Peach and Toad advised Luigi about his outfit, as he was unable to make up his mind and his anxiety was skyrocketing as the time approached. Finally, the princess encouraged him to opt for a dark blue suit jacket, very elegant and appropriate for a proposal, and Toad chose for him a green bow tie and a light blue shirt that enhanced his eyes.

They left for Sarasaland all together when dinner was still a couple of hours away. Luigi was a bundle of nerves, his heart fluttering in his chest like a hummingbird, and he clung to the guitar as if it were a life preserver. Mario made sure to be by his side, comforting him with soothing words and cracking a joke or two to get a few laughs out of him and help him relax.

When they arrived, Daisy had not yet finished, which gave them some leeway. They made their way to the library and Luigi chose the corner by the window to set up the table. Peach and Mario helped him serve the dishes, and Toad took care of placing Luigi's guitar near the table. Luigi was surprised to discover that Mario, secretly, had decided to bring Luigi's violin and ukulele as well, just in case he felt like he needed to de-stress a bit by playing something quieter first before asking Daisy the big question.

Peach disappeared shortly thereafter to meet Daisy and help her choose her outfit, and Mario and Toad encouraged Luigi to practice the song as they’d rehearsed it to try and keep him as calm as possible. Luigi thanked them heartily.

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His brother and his friend left him alone shortly before the appointed time. Mario said goodbye with a tight hug that gave him warmth and reassurance, and Toad did with an energetic handshake that elicited a genuine giggle from Luigi. As they left, they continued to wink and cheer him on to wish him the best of lucks.

Then Daisy appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in a beautiful purple dress that matched her auburn hair perfectly, with star patterns on the flowy skirt and a tight, sequin-covered bodice. Her gloves were lilac and a bit longer than the white ones she usually wore, her beautiful hair fell down her shoulders like a cascade made of autumn leaves, and she had put on a light pink lipstick that made it extremely difficult for Luigi to look away from her full and tempting mouth.

He gasped first and swallowed later. She looked more than stunning. She looked radiant. She looked dazzling. She looked breathtaking.

He certainly seemed to have forgotten how to breath.

He was going to propose to the most beautiful woman in all universes and his heart galloped wildly in his chest at the mere thought.

During the date, despite his nerves, Luigi was able to give Daisy the attention she deserved while she told him about the boring day she had had as she was forced to attend to her royal duties. For her, this dinner meant being able to relax and be herself at last, plus, of course, having a nice time in the best company. She didn’t fail to praise the food that, again, he had prepared, though Luigi made sure to point out that Peach had helped him this time, especially with the dessert, a delicious marble cake that they’d chosen especially for her, as it’s Daisy's favorite.

The princess, as smart as ever, noticed that Luigi had brought his three instruments with him, and asked if he could play one of her favorite pieces on the violin after dinner. Luigi, relieved to have a little more time to work up the courage to ask her to marry him, didn’t hesitate to oblige. Daisy closed her eyes and rocked to the melody, enjoying every note Luigi played for her, and he found himself feeling more and more relaxed as the piece progressed.

Next, since he hadn’t jammed any verses for Daisy in a very long time, Luigi opted to pick up his ukulele and let himself be carried away by what came from his now tranquil heart. He serenaded Daisy about her beautiful hair the color of autumn leaves, about the constellation of freckles that dotted her lovely cheeks, about the deep, beautiful sea into which he plunged every time he looked into her eyes, about how the dress she wore tonight made her look like a shimmering star fallen from the firmament. Daisy felt her heart swell more and more in her chest and a lump form in her throat at the profound and sincere love that this sweet man felt for her, which she, of course, reciprocated. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She knew she was the luckiest woman in the world.

Then, after a few cuddles and kisses, it was time. Luigi stood up, switched the ukulele for the guitar and turned to Daisy with the instrument ready in his hands, the princess gazing at him with her blue eyes shining with anticipation and affection, a soft smile in her beautiful and full lips.

And just before he started singing his new song, Luigi realized that he felt no trace of nerves.

(Song: Cuando cae la luna, Estopa)

He began to play the first notes with confidence and poise, his eyes fixed on Daisy's, piercing her with his intensity. His voice came out steady and serene, flowing effortlessly, as easily as the air flowing in and out of his lungs. It felt like this was what he was meant to do, the reason he was born. After all, he was expressing his feelings to the woman he was deeply in love with and for whom he’d give his entire life without a second thought. For him, it was simple, natural, spontaneous. For him, loving Daisy was like breathing.

The princess had stood up to listen to him with her full attention and, also, to dance, but, given the passion that radiated from Luigi's eyes as he sang for her and only for her, she remained staring at him spellbound, mesmerized by his deep voice, his beautiful words and his gaze full of sheer adoration and devotion. She just rocked softly, with a sweet, soulful smile on her lips, whose color matched perfectly with her dazzling dress and her tanned skin. She couldn't take her eyes off Luigi's.

He had been approaching her as he sang, smiling assuredly, also swaying to the rhythm of the melody he was creating. He felt entirely in his element, not just confident but also delighted, enjoying the moment to the fullest, and Daisy’s entranced expression only encouraged him to go on. She made him feel brave, strong, capable of anything, and he decided to allow himself to be carried away by the boldness she roused in him and started to kneel slowly to her attentive and surprised gaze. His grin widened when Daisy, realizing that Luigi was now singing in Spanish, put a hand to her chest with an amazed gasp.

“Y yo te digo: ¡morena, vente conmigo! ¿No ves que me desespero? Escucha bien lo que digo: prometo llevarte al cielo si te casas tú conmigo.”

Daisy gasped even louder and covered her mouth with her hands. She remained like that for a few moments until she managed to breathe again, but her breath sounded choked with emotion and her body began to tremble before the first tears sprang to her eyes. Noticing that Luigi, concerned, stopped playing and sat up, one arm outstretched toward her, Daisy was quick to nod, shaking her head up and down frantically as a strangled sob broke from her throat and ended up turning into a high-pitched shriek. She pounced on Luigi as she laughed and cried at the same time, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him with all her might, and he barely had time to let go of his guitar to return her embrace with the same intensity.

Delighted at her reaction and relieved to have been able to carry out the proposal as he wished, Luigi chuckled as well and began to spin around with her in his arms, at which Daisy raised her head and stretched her arms out to her sides, laughing with joy as tears of pure emotion spilled down her cheeks. Her auburn hair and flowing skirt danced with the movement, creating a myriad of colors that made it impossible for Luigi to look away. She was more beautiful than ever.

As he twirled, Luigi couldn't stop gazing at her. After a few giggles, Daisy returned his glance fervently and rested her arms around his neck again. Luigi stopped swirling little by little, his eyes trapped in those of the princess, his girlfriend, his future wife, the queen of his heart. She slowly leaned towards him with a knowing smile. Luigi also drew one quickly before their lips met and started devouring each other with passion.

That night they danced a dance in which neither music nor words were necessary.

Just the two of them.

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I Can Fix That... Pt. 3 | Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

notes: And the plot and smut continues hehe. In this installment I used Lady Arkham as inspiration. She is originally a DC character/villian. The backstories that I included here are all based on the original DC comicbook/nolanverse lore. I literally used Batman wiki for additional research.

Summary| Crane brought a woman home. That was definitely not something he ever anticipated that he would ever do. He needs to trust her and she's starting to have second thoughts. Was leaving Gotham the right thing for her to do? Yes, she likes Crane but does she like him enough? What is he hiding from her? Oh honey, he was hiding a lot...

Warnings| Fire, mentions of a gun, drugs, smut- fingering, teasing, masturbation, dubious consent, the word "r*pe" is used once, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving). Violence, death, insanity, overdose (no death), infidelity, murder, police violence, trauma, abandonment, general unpleasantness.

word count: 8086k

Lonely Day- System of a Down 🎵

Love Song- Jack Off Jill 🎶

Superstar- Sonic Youth 🎵

Please please please read warnings for this one- we're going over childhood trauma

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The helicopter landed in an open field in the outskirts of the city. She and Crane climbed out and ducked beneath the blades as they crossed the pasture. 

“We’re outside the city now. We’re safe here and depending on how Ra’s plan goes, we can stay here.” Crane looked down at the girl beside him. She watched the helicopter, distractedly, as it rose into the air and flew away. The field around them immediately quieted without the presence of the aircraft and they could hear the other breathe for the first time in a while. 

“Where do we go now?” She looked around them at the expanse of pasture and wild flowers hidden in the dark. 

“Over this hill.” Crane started walking and she followed, staying a few paces behind him. When they reached the top of the hill, she saw an old scarecrow standing in a field, empty of crops. The man was made of burlap and covered with rags. Straw exploded out of the scarecrow’s body. She looked at Crane who’d stopped to look at the scarecrow. Sensing her beside him, he glanced back at her and clenched his jaw. He gave no explanation or story and she didn’t want to ask because she didn’t want to cause him more pain. They walked a little farther and as they did, a large house came into view. Crane pointed it out to her with a sneer, directed at the house, not at her, “and there’s my father’s house.” 

The lights inside the mansion were on and it leaked light across the landscape that separated them. 

“Is your father home?” She asked and he chuckled darkly. 

“No, I had the housekeeper open the house for us. Just like with the helicopter, I find it is always useful to play your cards carefully. I was suspicious of Ra’s because I’m suspicious of everyone, even you,” he nodded down at her and she frowned slightly. “I don’t make friends easily, they often disappoint me.” He smiled at his own self-effacing humor. 

“Have I disappointed you?” She asked him. He turned his icy blue eyes to her and shook his head.

“No but we aren’t friends,” he laughed lightly and looked back at the house in the distance. 

“No? Then what are we?” She pouted a little, looking down at her feet and then to his face. 

“We’re more,” he answered evenly and began to walk again. She blushed and hurried to follow him, hiding her smile. Crane even smiled, blocking out the bad memories of the place they now found themselves in. He was no longer scared of the scarecrow but the memories he associated with the figure in the field did little to comfort him. They walked on until they reached the front gate and Crane typed in a passcode on an elaborate screen. The gates were black iron with sharp spikes fixed to the top and they opened with a long and droning squeak. The driveway changed to gravel as Crane led her up to the front door and he pulled on the lion’s head door knocker, releasing a loud door chime inside the house. One wing of the house, she noticed, was burned. 

“You’re right, I’m starting to realize that I really know nothing about you.” She looked up at the large gothic mansion above her.

“That,” Crane turned his head to her and sighed as if it were obvious, “is what a second date is for.” 

The front door opened and a man in a tuxedo greeted them coldly, reminding her of Crane. 

“Welcome back, doctor.” The butler deadpanned and Crane pushed past, wiping his feet in the entryway. She followed suit and nodded to the butler, smiling excitedly. 

“This is Miss —; Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” Crane gestured his hand carelessly between them and continued on into the reception hall. All the walls were carved from solid wood into even square panels. 

“Welcome to the Crane House, ma’am.” The butler bowed his head briefly and followed them. She nodded her head in thanks and became immediately enraptured by the spooky house. “Shall we serve dinner now or would you like to change?” 

Crane turned and cleared his throat, his eyes trying to focus on the room without his glasses. “We’ll change first, Hobbs.” 

“There are clothes laid out in the bedrooms.” The butler bowed and disappeared behind a swinging door. She turned to Crane and laughed. 

“What the hell is this place?” She asked in a bewildered whisper. Crane chuckled, finding the girl adorable in her amazement. 

“This is my childhood home.” 

“So this is where the famous Dr. Crane was raised. I’m intrigued.” She batted her eyelashes and ran up some of the stairs, her fingers trailing the thick banisters. Crane smiled and followed her. 

“Do you like seeing this side of me? Does it thrill you?” His voice prodded her heart and her legs became wobbly. 

“Everything about you does that,” she stood one step above him and cupped his face. She ran her finger down his angular cheekbone and swiped across his wide chapped lips. She kissed his neck and beneath his jaw before finally kissing his lips. 

“For now,” he whispered as she pulled away. They climbed the rest of the stairs up to the second floor and Crane led her down a tight hallway. Animal heads were mounted on the walls and she studied them with a mixed sense of appreciation. Crane pushed open a door with a crystal doorknob. 

“This is your room,” he swept his hand through the room and she gasped in awe. The one room was nearly the size of her entire apartment in Gotham. The walls were painted with elaborate murals. She stepped hesitantly into the room and twirled, wanting to see every inch of the place. Crane looked on from the door, his lips spread into a smile. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he laughed and she ran into his arms, smiling. 

“I love it! I am officially living out one of my dreams.” She pulled down on his collar and kissed him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeper, her fingers now brushing across the soft skin on his neck. Crane sighed through his nose and found her waist, resting his hands on the indents of her hips. The excitement of the day prompted a sense of adventure and need inside her and she communicated that through her kiss. She bit playfully on Crane’s bottom lip and moaned (intentionally) against him to fluster him. She felt his body shutter from the suggestive sounds she made against him. Her cunt throbbed wantingly and she could feel her heartbeat in her upper thighs. 

“Mhm!” She hummed and caught her breath as Crane’s hands slipped to the base of her back. 

“You never get tired, do you?” He muttered against her huskily and she shook her head. 

“No, Dr. Crane.” She whispered with a soft whine and licked his bottom lip before kissing him harder. She felt his cock twitch on his pants as he pressed himself against her. 

“Good, because neither do I,” he bit the point of her jaw gently and kissed over the hickies he had already made on her neck the night before. He looked all rumpled and hot in his suit after the action of the day and she desperately wanted to undress him. She wanted to fuck him like a normal couple, not tied down to a mortuary slab where she couldn’t even touch him. God, she wanted to touch him. She dragged one hand down to his crotch and cupped his cock through his pants. She rubbed her hand against the half-hard bulge and moaned pitifully as if she were the one getting touched. 

“You’re pathetic,” Crane smirked and pulled her head back gently by her hair. She nodded with a pleased smile, happy that he saw her for what she really was and what she really wanted. He kissed her hard, taking her breath away, and sucked on her tongue so deep she felt like she might choke. When he pulled away and dropped his hold on her neck, his lips were pink and his eyes heavy with lust. She knew her face was flushed and that it turned him on but instead of acting on it, Crane leaned back against the door jam and jerked his head at the bed. 

“Hobbs laid out some clothes for you. I hope they fit, I went through your closet to find your size but I trusted Hobbs and his wife with the shopping.” He smirked, proud of himself for leaving the girl so horny, it made him even harder. He left the room and closed the door, his erection still pressing against his pants. 

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She went down the stairs and looked around for the dining room, turning her curious head left and right. The clothes that had been laid out for her were simple and elegant. A long black dress with a boat neck that she wore with the burgundy stockings set beside it. She’d worn her black mary janes and run a brush through her hair, knowing that would be enough to help her look put together. She followed the sound of a crackling fire and polite conversation through a far door. Crane looked up as she entered and looked her up and down, his eyes sticky against her curves. 

“What do you think?” She gestured to her dress and gave a slow twirl. The butler and his wife stood to the side, watching her with small, pleased smiles. Crane leaned forward, resting his elbows on the white tablecloth. 

“Apparently, my housekeepers have extraordinary taste.” He smirked and stood as she walked to her place at the table on his right. 

“High praise,” she smiled at Hobbs. As they sat together, Hobbs served their dinner of smoked ham. She took a long sip of the gin martini from her glass and swirled the stem with her wrist.

“It’s hard to believe that we were in Gotham just an hour or two ago.” She took in his body dressed in a black suit without his usual tie. His face was clean and he’d refreshed his hair with some gel, the smell was comforting. 

“Tonight could have ended very differently…” he looked at his food. The butler and his wife left the room, going back into the kitchen.

“Thank you for what you said this morning,” she flicked her eyes up to his. He looked back and caught his breath. She looked stunning and he felt the need to pinch himself to remember where they were and how they’d gotten there in the first place. He remembered telling her to do as he said because he wanted her to live and he worried that Ra’s would go back on his word, and as he suspected, Ra’s had, just not with her. 

“I’m just glad that we came to our agreement when we did, before Ra’s. I’ll admit that my desire to keep you alive was more selfish than chivalrous because I needed you for my own reasons.” 

“Like what?” She raised her eyebrow and cut a piece of meat. It melted on her tongue and she swallowed it slowly, watching him. 

“I have plans for Gotham, plans that would involve you,” he cocked his head towards her, adding, “of course. I don’t know yet how Ra’s plans will play out but I suspect that he will fail. Batman will think that he’s saved the city from ‘bad guys’ but,” he leaned in closer, “I’m not so easily defeated and I suspect that we’ll run into each other again.”

“Are you sure that you can trust me with these plans of yours,” she opened herself up to him and stood, looming over Crane in his seat,” these plans that also include me?” She rested her knee on the edge of his seat between his legs, straddling his thigh. Crane looked up at her calmly, unmoved by the position of her knee against his crotch or the heat of her cunt hovering above his thigh. Crane watched her for a moment, letting a heavy silence fall between them before inhaling and shifting his torso closer as if he were going to whisper something to her. 

“Like I told Ra’s,” he started quietly, his eyes dark and harsh at the candlelight table. His hand squeezed the bottom of her thigh above her knee, she gasped quietly, “I’ll make sure that I can trust you…” his hand snaked up the inside of her thigh beneath her dress. He pulled the edge of her stocking away from her thigh and let it snap painfully back against her skin. “Won’t I?” He asked darkly as his forehead creased slightly. She gasped again as his hand found her underwear and stroked her clothed cunt. “Won’t. I?” He sneered and she remembered to nod. “Answer me,” he snapped and brushed his fingers past the crotch of her underwear, spreading the wetness between her legs with the pads of his fingertips. 

“Yes,” she hissed breathlessly, closing her eyes as he rubbed her cunt, creating a dangerous friction. 

“You’re pissing me off, detective.” He growled and roughly began to finger her, shoving two fingers harshly inside. She yelped and looked down at Crane, his eyes flashed. 

“Why, Dr. Crane?” She wrapped her fingers around the base of his neck, her thumb sitting right below his adam's apple. She smiled when his other hand gripped her thigh harder. She moved her hips on his fingers and he watched with interest as she dripped around his fingers. “How can I fix it for you?” She purred against his cheek, moaning softly as he fingered her and teased her clit with his thumb. She began to pant and instinctively moved her thighs together as the pleasure became too much. She squeezed around his fingers and her hands tightened around his throat, about to cum.  

“Behave,” he whispered seriously and removed his fingers before she could finish. She groaned in frustration and held his face between her hands. 

“You’re such a tease, Jonathan.” She scolded him and he smiled. 

“And you’re a horny little slut.” He whispered close to her lips and she shook her head, smiling giddily. 

“I’m just a horny little slut for you.” She ran her tongue across his lips, dragging it up to his nose. She let go of his face and plopped back into her chair, crossing her legs pointedly. Crane rolled his eyes and raised his fingers to his mouth. He sucked her juices from his hand as she watched and then finished his drink, ignoring her when she whined with lust. 

“You’re like a dog,” he rested his elbow on the table, “you think you’ll get what you want if you whine enough.” He delivered the sentence with a knowing look and returned to his food. She didn’t want to admit to herself how much that turned her on. She huffed and tucked her hair behind her ear and finished her martini hungrily. She finally had a moment to glance around the room and when she did, she saw a beautiful fire burning in a stone fireplace. 

“That’s beautiful,” she gestured to the fireplace carved with cherubs. Crane looked and nodded. 

“I think so too. We haven’t had fires in the fireplace since I was a child. You may have noticed that part of the house was destroyed.” 

She nodded.

“That’s because the house almost burned down when I was…” he frowned as he thought, “five or six?” He shrugged and sighed, looking into the blazing fire. “My father never let us use the fireplaces after that. It made for cold winters,” He flicked his eyes up to hers and she shivered. 

“I can imagine,” she thought back to her childhood in the orphanage, freezing at night during any season that wasn’t summer.

“The house will be a lot warmer now,” he said casually and allowed a small smirk to tug at his lips. 

“What happened to ‘behaving ourselves’?” She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow in fake disapproval. Crane chuckled and leaned back in his chair. 

“I have no idea what you mean,” he lied and they went back to eating when Hobbs entered with dessert. 

iii 

It was nearly 2am when they finally climbed the grand staircase to return to their rooms. There was a large common room that separated the two wings of the house on the second floor. The wing to their right was burned and stood empty. 

“Where’s your room?” She furrowed her brow as they walked down the hallway, passing the laundry chute. Crane pointed to a room at the mouth of the hallway, near the top of the stairs. Her’s was at the opposite end of the hallway. She smiled and spun around, facing her side of the hallway. She let him watch her walk away, moving her hips as loosely as she could manage. When she opened her door, she turned slightly and gave him a closed-mouth smile, her eyes teasing him. He crossed his arms and leaned against his door, his expression unreadable. She closed her door and did a few extra happy-spins for good measure. She kicked off her shoes and explored the bathroom, finding herself in a mood for a bath after not showering the night before. She turned on the bath’s faucet and filled the large tub with hot water. As she undressed, she spotted a row of cosmetics set out for her use, and included in the assortment was the shampoo that she used at home. A small part of her found it scary that Crane had obviously gone through her home to find the things she liked but more than that, she felt honored that he had planned his backup plan with her in mind. He’d asked the housekeepers to prepare her a room and stock it with clothes and shampoo, all just in case she came with him. He’d imagined her coming with him, and that nearly made her cry. She slipped into the hot water and scrubbed every inch of her body, trying to remove all of the sweat, dirt, and debris that had stuck to her skin over the past 24 hours. She washed her hair with the mint shampoo as Crane had guessed she used correctly before. The suds ran down her hair and between her shoulder blades as her hands worked the shampoo into her head. She ducked her head beneath the water and watched as her hair floated out around her head. When she came up for air, her hair stuck to her back and she sighed pleasantly. 

The bathroom was cold when she left the security of the hot water so she quickly wrapped herself in a thick towel and brushed her hair. She rubbed lotion into her dry skin and toweled off her hair. The housekeepers had given her numerous sets of pajamas in different styles. She guessed Crane had decided against going through her underwear drawer, what a gentleman. She liked soft lounge pants and t-shirts so she changed into the dark blue set they had provided for her and unmade her bed. The wide windows on the side wall looked out on the field and she could just barely see the outline of the scarecrow. The house itself had a strange and suffocating feel. She wondered what Crane may have endured here, what secrets he hid inside himself. 

She bit the inside of her cheek and found the gun that she’d brought with her from Gotham. She hid the gun behind the headboard of her bed and sat with her knees pressed up to her chest on the mattress. She wrapped her arms around her legs and shivered, goosebumps rose on her legs and she rocked back and forth, resting her head on her knee like a child. Should she feel guilty for betraying her precinct? Should she worry about Sgt. Gordon and Gotham itself? What had Gotham given her? How had it protected her? She felt torn between a route of righteousness and one of passion. Crane offered her a path to her own future set outside the laws of society where she could create her own identity. She didn’t want to be the good girl cop anymore, she wanted to be everything else and she wanted Crane. 

Crane was testing her. He wanted to see how badly she actually wanted him, how much she would fight to be with him. He needed her to be obsessed, foaming at the mouth at the thought of him. Maybe he was psychotic, sure (he was). His father certainly was and it usually runs in families. Crane’s manic obsession was her and he needed her, but before he could trust her, he had to be sure that she was totally and completely loyal to him. He knew she had her gun and he assumed she’d suffered more internal dialogue since escaping Gotham (he was a psychiatrist, so of course he knew these things). If he pushed her away would she cling to him more or feel the need to betray him? He had to admit that this test was grueling for him too. He didn’t think that he was capable of love or real attraction, he was a psychopath, literally. He’d studied himself as much as he had the subjects in his textbooks in school and he checked all the boxes but this- this- was a new development that he didn’t quite understand. It almost made him angry when he thought of the power she could wield over him if he got too close. She’d spoken so much of trust and he wanted to trust her. He did. But he’d trusted Ra’s, he’d trusted his father and at one point in his life he’d trusted Sgt. Gordon. Those relationships had not ended well. Then this prissy young detective comes along and confronts him with feelings he didn’t think he could have. That was why she was the subject of his fear toxin reaction. She’d found a way to matter to him and losing her had already become his worst fear. He wanted… oh god there were so many things that he wanted from her. He hoped that it wouldn’t take much longer because he was starting to lose patience. 

She stared at the ceiling above her bed and tried to touch herself. She didn’t have her vibrator and Crane had made a point of pushing her away, so she was left to rough it out with her hands. She hadn’t been stuck with just her bare hands since college. Her vibrator had obviously spoiled her and she felt nowhere near as much pleasure without it, though Crane had come extremely close the night before. She dug her heels into the mattress and bit her lip, concentrating as hard as she could on Crane. She remembered the way he spoke to her as he fucked her, how calm and direct he’d been with her body. They both had needs and desires and he hadn’t let insecurities or formalities stand in the way. Her body was craving a release that she’d teased it with twice already that day and she couldn’t fall asleep without trying to appease it. After ten minutes of heavy breathing and a sore arm she collapsed in frustration across her bed. She desperately wanted him and nothing was going to cut it unless it was him inside her. Something- anything. She groaned into her hands and kicked the blankets off of her. 

The door handle creaked and Crane shifted in his half-sleep haze. The bed moved around him and he was startled awake by the girl, straddling his hips. He kept a smile from his lips as he looked up at her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He got out before her hand clamped around his mouth. She shushed him. 

“Listen here, Crane. Since we have an understanding,” she used his word for their relationship, “I’ll tell it to you straight. I want you. I need you. I have very few needs because I’m a simple girl, but right now, you’re one of them. I’ll ask you nicely and if you humor me, I won’t cause trouble.”

“Trouble?” His voice was muffled against her hand as he raised his eyebrow. 

“I have a whole round of trouble tucked away behind my headboard.” 

“Nice threat. So, you what? Want to rape me?” He propped himself up on his elbows. 

She hooked her finger around the collar of his black t-shirt and sighed. 

“You have such a dirty mind. Why do you have to make it sound so perverted?” She held his chin tightly in her hand and dragged her other hand down his chest stopping at the waistband of his pants. 

“That’s what it is, detective.” He cocked his head to the side and rested it on his shoulder. “Are you really going to do that to me?” 

“Says the man that strapped me to a slab and drugged me three times,” she held up three fingers to stress her point and shifted her hips on his crotch. 

“We both have problems, what do you want me to say?” 

“That you’ll fuck me,” she started to grind her hips and he withheld his sinful exhale. 

“Oh?” He said instead, “what if I’m too tired? Fucking is hard work.”

“Then let me do it,” she shrugged with a smile, “I’ll make us both feel good.” Crane raised a skeptical eyebrow and smirked. 

“You really didn’t get enough at dinner did you?” He teased and she shook her head. 

“You have no idea.”

He watched her rub herself against him and then slowly allowed his eyes to meet hers. She moaned just looking into his eyes and he laughed. 

“Ok, let’s see how you do.” He allowed her casually and watched as she bounced happily on his lap and scooted down to his knees. She pulled down the blanket and worked her hands below his waistband. He was already hard and she scoffed, pissed that he hadn’t admitted how turned on he was too. He smirked as she pulled his cock out of his pants and rolled her tongue around the tip. When she took him in her mouth he sighed softly, his mouth open as he watched her give him head. She swirled her tongue around his length and she bobbed her head up and down. She sucked and dragged her mouth slowly over him until he bucked softly into her mouth. She felt her stomach get hot with excitement and she worked harder, humming against him as she took him deeper. Crane clenched his fists and groaned. She pulled her mouth to the top of his cock and sucked hard, teasing his climax which she could tell was fast approaching. His forehead was creased and he squeezed his eyes shut, allowing his head to fall back with a low gasp. 

“Fuck alright, that’s enough,” He sat up again and smirked, “get what you want out of me.” He panted and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She licked her lips and crawled off the bed. Crane watched her as she stepped out of her bottoms and straddled him once more, naked from the waist down. His erection rested against her stomach and he swallowed, staring at her bare cunt. 

“I hope you like what you see,” she whispered and removed her top. Her breasts shifted slightly against her skin as she moved and her hair fell around her in a sultry mess. “Because it all belongs to you now,” she pressed her hands against his stomach for balance and leaned closer. “But this,” she looked him up and down, landing on his beautiful eyes and smiling, “this belongs to me.” 

“Silly girl,” he barely shook his head as his eyes trained on her, “I don’t belong to anyone.” 

“We’ll see about that,” she shrugged and bit her lip as she lowered herself onto his cock. She whined in relief and moved her hips slowly. She was so wet he could her himself move inside of her as she fucked him. Crane’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he released a tight breath. 

“Fuuuuck…” he hissed and she squeezed around him, nearly orgasming just by hearing the pleasure in his voice. She panted breathlessly as she started to move up and down, her hands balanced on his navel where there was a thin dusting of hair. He thrusted up involuntarily and they both moaned. She sped up slightly, moving her hips back and forth. Crane’s hands found the fleshy handles of her hips and dug his fingers into her skin. He had laid back completely making it so that he had to raise his head when he wanted to watch how she snapped down on him. She let her head fall back and moaned loudly as his cock hit the right place each time. The pleasure was so good between her legs that her release felt like the desire to pee. When her climax snapped, her eyes rolled back and she gasped, riding it out and enjoying the pressure of him inside her as it carried her through the high. Her climax triggered his as he felt her cum around her. 

“You’re going to cum inside me,” she panted and whimpered through the sensations. 

“Is that an order?” He gritted out, his fingers leaving bruises on her hips. He was trying to hold off his orgasm but as she nodded and squeezed him again, he let himself cum inside her with a loud groan. She sat for a second longer as he finished and finally moved off. She cleaned him off, sucking his swollen cock and swallowing all of the excess cum and discharge that had collected along his length. He covered his face with his hands as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you going to leave it in?” He asked in a deep, tired voice. 

“Your cum?” 

“Yes, are you going to leave it in you?” He removed his hands and watched as she crawled up the bed to sit beside him. 

“Do you want me to?” She let her hair fall around them and he twirled the end of one of the pieces. 

He thought for a moment before nodding his head, “yes.” She curled up beside him and draped her leg between his. He exhaled slowly and wrapped his arm around the back of her head, resting his hand on her shoulder. She rubbed her nose against his chest, breathing in the clean smell of his t-shirt. Crane closed his eyes and waited as her breathing became more regular and slow. She started to fall asleep, her hand clasped against his ribs. When she was asleep, he propped himself up on one arm and watched her. Words couldn’t describe how good that was, what she did for him. It was better than their first time when the roles had been reversed. He liked that she could touch him and explore him with a needily innocence like a horny teenager. Crane thought about his cum still sitting inside her, collecting around her inner-thighs. He kissed her as she slept deeply, licking the salty taste from her lips and swallowing. She made a noise in her sleep and he drew his hand around her perfect breast, admiring her body in the dull glow of the moon. Gotham would be no match for them once they were united. No one could stop them, not even themselves. Once they started they could never stop, they had to take everything from each other. His head fell back into his pillow and he kissed the curve of her throat before allowing himself to fall asleep beside her. He’d never slept with a woman after sex. She was the first. 

iv 

They woke up late in the morning and dressed warmly, both wearing sweaters and long pants. Crane had traded in his suit for more casual wear though his attire was always oozing with old money aesthetic. After a breakfast of eggs benedict and black coffee, Crane asked if she wanted to see the house. 

“Of course,” she smiled and nodded excitedly. There were some questions she still had for Crane and she had her own list of theories and thoughts that the house inspired inside her. She worried what the house would reveal and more importantly, what it may say about Crane. She wondered if he had lived a childhood similar to hers, one of trauma and violence, even if he had lived in a huge mansion with every monetary item he could ever desire. 

They started outside the house, walking the grounds. The exterior of the house was set in elaborate stone carvings. The roofs were made of dark terracotta, framing widow peaks at the top of many of the towers. Crane watched her reaction as they rounded to the side of the house with the destroyed wing, still black from the burning. She could even still smell the charcoal made from the house’s old paneling. 

“Your father never rebuilt it?” She asked, curious. Crane studied the crumbling structure and shook his head.

“No, he died before making plans for a renovation.” She looked at him quickly and met his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“But you understand.” 

She nodded slowly, “I was an orphan, I never knew my parents.” 

“So was I.” He clenched his jaw and looked down at the ground. 

“Your mother?” She asked hesitantly. 

“She died, here, in this wing.” He pointed to the second floor of the burned wing. “That was her room.” 

“You were young then too,” she remembered and he nodded. “Do you remember your mother?” 

“Some things but nothing that brings me much comfort. I remember how she died and I remember how my father mourned her.” 

“So she died in the fire?”

“Yes,” he nodded and folded his arms across his chest, “she was trapped inside after the fire started. They weren’t able to save her. My father was never the same after that.”

“When did your father die?” 

“Before I went to college…” he trailed off and they stood in silence for a moment. “He was a chemist, you know.” 

“No, I didn’t know. Did he teach you?”

Crane chuckled darkly, “I guess you could say that. He used me for his experiments.” He scowled. What he had said back in Arkham came back to her mind and she risked asking more. 

“Jonathan?” She started. 

“Yes?” He asked, his voice hard and protective like a layer of ice. 

“What did he do to you?” 

Crane swallowed and turned away from the house, forcing her to hurry behind him to keep up. His hair was tousled by the wind as he walked through the icy field. As the slope curved downwards, he finally started to speak. 

“He was the one who first came up with the idea for the fear serum. After my mother’s death he became obsessed with it and started to test it on himself like a lunatic. It messed with his head and made him relive my mother’s death over and over again until he finally had to stop and find a new subject. His new subject became me.” He darted his eyes angrily around the ground as he spoke, spit flying from his lips. “He would give me the toxin and at the time, it was 10x more dangerous. He used me to gauge the body’s reactions to fear and kept track of what the brain imagined during that state of panic. He wanted to create a cure for fear, a way to remove the body’s reaction to it. At some point he made a breakthrough in the case using people he’d kidnapped and found a way to remove a person’s ability to be afraid. He used it on himself and after that, his natural instincts became mute. When I was sixteen he brought me here,” he stopped suddenly and she looked as he gestured at the scarecrow hanging from its perch, “and he administered the drug one last time.”

“What happened?” She whispered, her blood going cold. 

“I overdosed on the serum and hallucinated that the scarecrow was alive but the fear I felt was multiplied from the large dose of toxin. Your old boss, Sgt Gordon, found us out here having come to arrest my father for kidnapping and murder. Because my father no longer feared anything, he charged Gordon and Gordon shot him. He died where we’re standing… and I watched it. I watched it all happen.” He stared at the scarecrow, his face set. He didn’t show any emotion as he recounted his father’s death, his own trauma. 

“What did Gordon do?” She stepped closer but left him a small circle of space, a safety net. 

“He took me to the hospital and once I recovered, they brought me back here.”

“You were so young,” she whispered sadly, wanting to cry for him. 

“So were you, weren’t you, when you were left at the doors of Gotham’s orphanage?” She nodded. 

“I was a baby.” She hugged herself and stared down at the ground beneath them.

“That’s why I think we’re so similar. We raised ourselves- you and I.” He smirked, “it would explain our similar psychology.” 

“The fact that we’re both deeply disturbed? Sure, I’ll give you that,” she laughed lightly, her nose burned in the cold air. 

“Mm… deeply disturbed,” Crane sounded out the words with a soft hiss. 

“Psychotic?” She offered. 

“Psychopathic.” 

“Deranged.” 

“That’s not a medical diagnosis I’m familiar with,” he looked down at her, taking in the profile of her ruddy cheeks blistering in the wind. 

‘But not far off is it?” She smiled and looped her fingers in the front of his sweater, her hands brushing the hard muscle beneath. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to conduct more thorough examinations.. I’d kill to have a look inside your head.” His fingers traced her hairline and pulled gently on her hair.  

“I have a few ideas for other places you could examine,” she teased and he smirked, coming back from his temporary emotional lag. 

“Intriguing offer, detective.”

“Thank you, Dr. Crane,” she returned his smirk and pulled him away from the scarecrow. He followed her. “Why did you choose the scarecrow as your alias?” she brought the conversation back and his forehead creased again as he thought. 

“I was forced to face my fear and after I returned here with just Hobbs and his wife to keep me company. I decided to take back the power that the scarecrow took away from me that day. Embracing my fear made me stronger, more powerful,” He answered seriously and she nodded. 

“Why did you improve your father’s fear toxin if you knew what it was capable of?” She asked quietly, watching for his reaction. 

“I made it because I knew what it was capable of. People like us have suffered, we’ve been wronged, we’ve been abandoned and ignored. There are people in this world who have the privilege of never being afraid because they have nothing to fear. I made it originally to use on the city’s elite, the people who think they’re better than me because they think they’re wealthier than I am, smarter than I am. Ra’s distracted me from my plan and I know now that I was right from the very beginning, Batman and his like need to be dethroned. We can be the ones to do it.” 

She looked into his eyes and kissed him, drawing his face down to hers by the rough collar of his sweater. His lips were dry from the wind. When she pulled away he held her face between his hands and looked at her seriously, his nostrils flared. 

“Do you still trust me after everything I just told you? Do you still want to be with me?” He asked her calmly, a dark glint in his eye. She dropped her head to the side and he caught it easily in his palm. 

“Yes, yes.” She nodded. 

They walked in silence, their hands brushing against each other and their hair blowing in the short gusts of wind. 

v 

“There’s still something you should know,” Crane began as they crossed through the door into the grand entry hall. 

“Like how you learned to ride a horse?” She joked but Crane didn’t smile. His face was hard again as it had been before. Her smile faded slowly and she felt her heart shutter and drop. “What?” She whispered and Crane left without another word, so she followed him hesitantly. He led her down into the basement, taking a stone staircase hidden behind a wall panel that also served as a door. Their steps echoed in the small space, electric sconces burned along the creepy passage. Finally Crane stopped at the door at the bottom of the stairs. The door was made of solid steel and Crane had to enter a passcode to open it. 

“Through here,” he guided her through the door and closed it behind them. The room was large and cave-like, lined with bookshelves and lab equipment. She gave an appreciative gasp, taking in the room that served as Crane’s office and private lab. “This was my father’s lab and when he died, it became mine.” He walked around to his desk and rummaged through one of the bottom drawers, removing a few small folders and placing them on his desk. He rested his knuckles on the cherry wood surface and sighed, finally meeting her eyes since they got back to the house. 

“Back to our topic of trust, I should tell you that I did a little snooping, if you will, into your past when we first started crossing paths. I wanted to know who I was dealing with, which is why I did this and now that we’ve ended up here together, I feel that it’s only right,” the word tasted bitter on his tongue, “to show you what I found. I’ve always told you that we’re alike, that we understand each other but I’ve never explained why. This is why I know we’re alike, Y/N.” He opened the front flap of each folder and pushed them down to the front of the desk. “You should know what happened to you as a child, the things they never told you at the orphanage.” He waited as she swallowed and looked between the papers and Crane. 

“What do you mean?” She whispered, “the things that happened to me?” 

“How the Wayne family ruined both of our lives.” His voice was slow and dark like syrup and it took her a few seconds to process what he was saying, what he was implying. She looked down at the folders again and took a step closer. When she reached his desk, she scanned the documents with blurred vision. “What… what do they say?” She rubbed her eyes and stepped away. Crane took the first folder, his jaw clenched. 

“Y/L/N, Y/N was born into the Arkham family, the founders of Arkham Asylum. Her parents were known to have had numerous disagreements with the Wayne family over the inappropriate use of the criminal justice system by moving people whom the Waynes didn’t like into the asylum. The Arkhams did not believe that the Waynes should have had the right to imprison their political enemies and opponents and tried to inform the public. The message to the press and other government officials was intercepted by the Wayne administration and destroyed, though one draft of the letter was salvaged from the Arkham’s trash and archived in the police station, it was never investigated. The Arkhams, both in their early 30s, were found dead a week later in their home. With no other living relatives, the baby, named Matilda Y/N Arkham by her parents, was discreetly handed over to Gotham orphanage by people closely connected to Wayne following the murder.” He paused, his eyes flicking up. She had gone white and her hand was clamped around one of the shelves on a nearby bookshelf. She looked up at him when he stopped and tried to speak but nothing came. He still waited, giving her time to speak but when she didn’t, he continued. 

“My private investigator found this from government records, including records still housed in Gotham orphanage. They knew this whole time and never informed you even after you became a legal adult. They never investigated your parents’ death and Thomas Wayne, the father of Gotham’s famous playboy, Bryce Wayne, never paid for his actions. He continued to imprison his enemies and without your parents there to run the asylum, it fell into its current state. Nothing I could have done with Arkham would have ever salvaged it after what Wayne’s administration did. So, you see now why I said that we were alike in so many ways. The Wayne’s have too much power even now and someone needs to do something about it.” Crane sighed and walked back to the front of his desk and leaned against it, his eyes lowered to the ground. She inhaled deeply. 

“You said something about Wayne ruining both of our lives. What did he do to you?” She asked him, her face red from stress and emotion. 

“He killed my mother,” he answered evenly and they met each others’ eyes. Her questioning eyes prompted Crane to explain. “He visited my mother whom he’d been seeing for a few months. She wanted to end things because she had me and I was getting older, and her marriage was starting to improve; she no longer wanted to be his mistress. He got angry and locked her inside her bedroom and then he lit a fire, right outside her room. He left before anyone realized what had happened. They found the key in her bedroom door, still inside the lock, locking the door from the outside. They knew that something had happened and the people in the police department knew the rumors, the secret love affair between Mrs. Crane and Mr. Wayne. There was a whole case but the police commissioner closed it and it was never solved. My father was a good man before that day, my mother’s murder drove him insane. For years it led him to do things that he shouldn’t have done. Wayne had a hand in my fate too, setting up my parents’ demise. I would have ended up alongside you at Gotham’s orphanage if Hobbs and his wife didn’t agree to look after me for those last two years before I was old enough to be my own guardian. Thomas Wayne died when I was eleven and yet, he still managed to kill my father from the grave. So, we’re connected by a chain of discord welded together by the Wayne family.”

“Yes…” he whispered and sank down into a dusty armchair. “So my real name is Matilda Arkham?” 

“Technically speaking, yes.” 

“And so that means Arkham Asylum also belongs to me?” 

Crane smiled with his wide lips closed, “technically.”  

Realization clicked in and she couldn’t help but laugh. She covered her mouth with her palms and laughed hysterically. Crane smiled down at his feet and scratched the side of his face. Though she suddenly realized that her entire life had been a lie, she laughed because now, everything made sense. And by some disturbed twist of fate, she and Crane had been bound to be together all because of Thomas Wayne. She pulled herself from the chair and looked at the family picture included in one of the folders. Crane leaned over her shoulder, breathing calmly against her neck. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she studied the picture. Lying in the arms of a woman with strawberry blonde hair, was her. Her father held her foot in between his fingers, smiling down at her with brown eyes. She’d seen their portrait in passing in the asylum and yet she’d never placed why they managed to look so… familiar. They’d been celebrated psychiatrists in their time. She looked at Crane, still leaning against the desk beside her, his blue eyes were trained on her face. So that’s why she had a thing for psychiatrists, she realized. 

“Are you ready to hear my plan now,” he asked her with a smirk, “... Miss Arkham?” 

[unplugfromthesource]

Body Glitter

✨About: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you at a night club, you come into contact with a man that changes your life all in one night.

🚬Josh Kiszka x reader

🪩Word Count: 4k

🍸Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, angst, crying, cursing, yelling (sorry if I missed any 🌝)

🎤Authors Note: I hope everyone enjoys it! It took me a lot of rewriting but it’s here! if the formatting is messy- my apologies🩷

🎶playlist:

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The night almost didn’t feel real. Maybe it was a mix between the undeniable amount of times you saw guys checking you out, or the cheap liquor coursing through your veins, but the second you saw your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with some dumb blonde in the sea of people, you lost it. Your, now ex, boyfriend raved on and on about this small nightclub in Nashville called, The Ether, saying they had the best drinks and the best DJ in all of Tennessee. You followed him up on this request, slipping on a silk mini-dress with sheer black tights, bows adorning the back side, and a pair of simple black heels. You let your hair fall into loose curls as you finish up your makeup and walk hand in hand with your boyfriend into The Ether. 

The air felt thick, lights flashed and glitter sparkled as you pushed through the people. You let him lead you to a small bar on the far side of the room, and you smile as you lock eyes with the bartender, tattoos running up both arms and being stopped by a tight-fitting black t-shirt. 

“Can I get a cosmo?” You shout over the thumping music as you lean forward slightly on the bar. All it took was one nod from the man for him to turn around and begin shaking up your drink. The man silently took your boyfriend's order and you followed him back into the crowd of people, drinks in hand. 

It felt routine to you. Dance for a few songs, find a bathroom, fix any slight imperfections, go back, drink, dance, repeat. It went on like this for about 2 hours, time flowing like a river and your body getting freckled with glitter upon each move to the restroom from the other partygoers. 

I smiled to myself in the mirror as I took in my appearance. My hair had been frizzy from dancing, and silver and gold glitter was sprinkled everywhere, my lipstick was nearly gone, and my feet were starting to hurt. I looked behind me in the mirror and watched as another girl fixed up her makeup on her phone camera. I turned without a second thought. 

“Do you have the time?” I said softly as her glazed eyes drifted over to me. 

“It's 12:47,” she said lazily, the alcohol running off her tongue. 

I smiled as a thank you and silently returned to the big warehouse-looking room. As I walked through the crowd the scene unfolded in front of me so quickly I didn’t have time to question if it was happening. There, amongst the group of people and hundreds of other bodies pushed into here, my boyfriend stood happily as he locked faces with some blonde whose extensions were too clear to see. My face grew hot as tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I turned to leave. I walked quickly, the tears only running faster as I pushed open the metal door and walked out into a back alleyway. Sobs racked through my body as I walked out onto the sidewalk, earning stares I couldn’t bother to care about. 

I felt helpless. The man I loved, the man I saw the rest of my life with, so easily just dropped all we had for a quick fuck. I crouched down on the curb and rested my head on my hands as I debated my next move. Go back and confront him like a psycho bitch or… go home. I sighed as I reached out next to me, going to grab my phone. Fuck he had my phone. I let out a frustrated scream as it all came together; It was nearly 1 am, my boyfriend just cheated on me, I was slightly tipsy, and I had no form of communication. Just as I moved to stand, a pair of black dress shoes with small scruffs on the tips appeared next to me. 

Slowly, I dragged my eyes up his body, taking in his outfit and appearance. He wore semi-tight black suit pants, hugging his hips in all the right spots…it was followed by a black button-down linen shirt, leaving only the bottom buttoned. A triangle pendant hung on his toned chest as it beamed in the light off his tanned skin. My eyes met his and I would be lying if I said he wasn't gorgeous. He had chocolate brown eyes that were ever so slightly sunken in, three white lines dragged out under each eye, soft, plump lips with a cigarette resting between them, well-kept facial hair, and a head full of curls that made out to be a mullet, but not in a Western way. While he didn’t seem to stand that tall, he felt it. The way he dressed in rich clothing, the toned body, the way he so confidently stood over me as the lust spilled off him. 

I locked eyes with him as he took a drag of his cigarette before removing it from his lips and exhaling slowly whilst looking down at you. 

“Why ya crying pretty girl?” he says cooly.

“Why do you care?” I said a bit harsher than I meant to.

“Cause you're too pretty to cry,” he said crouching down next to me and placing the cigarette back into the side of his mouth “And I hate,” he said as he wiped a tear from my cheek “to see pretty girls cry.” 

Silence filled the air as I looked over at him and then back down at my feet. 

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” I said shakily as I felt more tears run down my face at the mere thought “brought me to some club, and then when I came back from the bathroom I caught him sucking faces with some dumb blond…” I say, my breathing heavy as I try to calm myself down in front of this random stranger. 

Silently, he stood. While he didnt appear to be that tall, his demeanor and ego made him stand 6 '5. 

“Come on,” he said coolly as he extended an arm down towards me. I grabbed it without a second thought and stood, holding onto his hand as he began to walk, dragging me along behind him. 

“Where are we going?” I said curiously as I tried to match his pace. 

“To have fun.” 

“What's your name?” 

“Josh.” 

What a cute name for such a serious-looking man I thought to myself as I walked behind him. 

“Josh what?” 

“Kiszka.” 

I smiled at him as he answered my plethora of questions, trying to act annoyed even though we both know he took me out for “fun”

“Are you going to ask me for mine?” 

“What's yours?” He said with a smile as he glanced at me from over his shoulder. 

“y/n. y/n y/l/n.” He nodded slightly in response. Odd I thought to myself. Who picks up a crying girl from the street and just walks with them? A guy named Josh. 

“You do this a lot?” 

“Do what?” he says with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Go find random girls to “have fun” with,” I say with a bit of disgust. 

“If you think I'm taking you back to an apartment or house, you're wrong, so don’t think so poorly of me when our night has just started.” 

“I was-” 

“Stop talking” his voice cutting through my words, as my eyes widened at his command. 

“Who the f-” before I could even finish my sentence he turned around quickly, grabbing my wrist. 

“You can either stop talking and trust me, or I can ditch you and let you continue to cry on the side of the street. We both know you don’t want that, do you, pretty girl?” 

I moved to give him an answer but he simply said “That's what I thought” and kept walking. 

I stayed silent as I let him lead me down the streets of Nashville, nightlife still buzzing, lights still flashing, and music still being sung. Finally, we landed at a small bar that seemed to be hosting a singer, for the music could be heard from outside; a complete change of scenery from where I was not even 10 minutes ago. He opened the door for me as I walked inside, taking in the scenery. The lighting was dim and the ceiling was filled with small fairy lights, leaves, and flowers. The tables were made out to look like tree stumps while the stools were made to look like daisies and sunflowers. My eyes landed on the small stage in the far back of the room, where a girl stood singing, laughing as she read the lyrics off the screen. Josh moved from behind me, tilting his head as a single to follow him as he walked up to the small bar and ordered himself a drink, turning to get my order to which I politely replied with “a cosmo please”, my go-to order. 

Once we got our drinks, Josh led us to sit somewhat close to the stage, bringing me to a booth that was dimly lit with purple lighting and large crystals making up a barrier between the other booths, as if it was our little room. 

“This place is cool.” I say, taking in the scenery around me. 

“Yeah it's pretty neat, been in here a few times but never long enough to enjoy it..” he says while twisting his glass between his fingers. 

I nodded as I looked down at my drink, sipping it here and there, the awkward silence eating me alive. I cleared my throat as I moved to speak, 

“I don’t know what to say..” 

“Do you like karaoke?” He said, looking up to meet my stare. 

“Maybe if I was super drunk” I said with a small laugh as I nursed my drink. 

“What would you sing if you had to do it?” he said with a small smile. 

“Uh… gosh I don’t know, probably like an older song… maybe My Way, Don't Go Breaking My Heart if i’m with friends though?” 

“Mm good songs” I nodded my head in response as conversation began to flow, along with the alcohol. 

After about 45 minutes of talking, I completely forgot about the night I started off having. I felt like I knew everything there was to know about Josh and I feel like he knew everything there was to know about me. Just as I finished my drink he stood, and I smiled as he let me know he’d go get us another round. As I sat waiting for his arrival, I heard a familiar sound. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. Sneaky Bastard, I thought to myself as he walked back towards our booth with drinks in hand and a smile on his face. 

“What’d you do…” I said with a laugh as he set the drinks down in front of me. He simply shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to my side of the booth, grabbing my arm and leading me towards the small stage. 

“What are you doing?” I said, laughing out loud at the action. 

“Getting you to have fun,” he said as he led me up the stairs and handed me the microphone. 

“No Josh im so shit seriously I'm so bad,” I said as I pushed the microphone back towards him.

“It's fine so am I,” he said with a smile as the lyrics started to pop up on the screen and he began to sing. I sit in disbelief as I watch him sing the lyrics, laughing slightly as he does so, to the very small crowd, barely paying attention. “Ok Mr.Kiszka” I laughed as he moved to wrap an arm around my shoulders as he moved the microphone to sit between the two of us as we sang together. 

Perhaps it was all the martinis I was downing, maybe it was the fact that Josh was undeniably one of the most handsome men I've ever seen or even the way he made me feel better and completely forget about the fact that I had been cheated on like there was no one watching, but for the first time the entire night, I genuinely felt happy. This random man that I just met tonight, made me feel a way I haven’t in a long time. As we finished the song, we made our way back to the booth, finishing our drinks in a rush. I followed him to pay the bill, wrapping my arms around his waist as I watched him and we quickly rushed out the door once he got his card back. 

The walk back towards my apartment felt like a scene from a movie. Both of us equally drunk, stumbled down the street, pausing every few blocks to get our hands on each other. Thankfully I lived right on Broadway so it wasn’t a far walk back to mine. Once we got to my complex, we wasted no time running up the stairs to my apartment, fumbling with the keys, and dropping everything the second we finally got inside. 

I opened the door and Josh made quick work of getting us inside, closing the door, and turning me to face him, forcing himself onto me as our lips connected into a deep and passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling a hand in his curly locks as I slowly walked us backward, breaking the kiss and grabbing his hand, leading him towards my room. I pushed the door open and turned to face him, moving to kiss him once more. 

Our mouths met and his tongue licked at my bottom lip, seeking entrance. The kiss only went deeper as his tongue explored my mouth, his beer from earlier still lingering on his tongue. I turned to us slowly, having his knees hit the bed as I pushed him to sit, slowly lowering myself to sit on my knees before him. I made quick work of undoing his belt, pulling his pants down, and planting soft kisses on the inside of his thighs, then softly on his boxers, earning a soft groan from him. 

“Don’t tease me, pretty girl,” he said with a scruff voice, his eyes piercing into mine as I looked up at him through my lashes. I rubbed a hand over his growing bulge as I moved my hands up to his waistband, painfully slowly pulling down his boxers as he lifted his hips. 

I smiled as I brought my hand up to his cock, rubbing it once over as he let out a shuddered breath. I moved my lips along his thighs, slowly bringing them to his base, licking a stripe his length before wrapping my lips around his tip and sinking my mouth onto him. 

“Oh fuck” he gasped out as I began to bob my head up and down on him. “God you're amazing,” he said, bringing a hand to my hair, making a makeshift ponytail. “Could watch you all day.” I laid down a steady rhythm, his moans filling the air. 

“Faster, faster please baby,” he said between moans. With that, I picked up my pace moving faster than before. Eventually, he began to reach the back of my mouth and I choked back a gag as hard as I could, tears forming in my eyes as I did so. His moans filled the air like music to my ears. Before I could keep going, he pulled at my hair, lifting me off of him. I looked up at him as I tried my best to catch my breath, wiping the back of my hand on my mouth. 

“What's wrong?” I said between breaths.

“Close,” he said with his head tilted back and his breathing equally as heavy as mine “C’mere,” he said, grabbing at my arms to lift me and I stood with ease. He began to plant small kisses along my clothed torso, scrunching the silk fabric up slowly, revealing more of my legs. Carefully, he lifted the dress and I met his hands at my chest, removing it all the way, revealing my bare chest as I stood in my tights and underwear, feeling rather shy as I went to cover my chest with my arms. 

“Fuck..” he said in a growling tone as he took in the sight of my body and I watched as his eyes moved up my chest, looking as I attempted to cover it. 

“Why are you getting all shy on me now, pretty girl?” He said, grabbing my arms gently and moving them down, sliding his hands down my arms and then to my tights, pulling them down softly. 

“Get these off you” he said with a smile as he looked up at me. 

Once they were off completely, I moved to straddle him, doing the same to him and taking off his shirt, running my hands down his body as he leaned forward, kissing down my neck to my chest. He brought one hand to my hips and one to my chest, massaging my breast in his palm while he placed the other in his mouth. I moved my hand to the back of his head as mine moved back slightly. 

“J-josh..” I gasped out as I could feel him smile against my skin. 

He moved his kisses back up along my body to my face, our lips connecting once more like glue. I pulled slightly on his hair, earning a groan from him that got muffled in the mix of me biting at his bottom lip. Heat began to form between my legs and naturally, I moved to grind down on him. I moved my lips down to his neck, biting and sucking hard as I continued to pick up my pace, grinding into him. 

“Fuck, you're soaked,” he said with a slight laugh as I leaned back and let out a pornographic moan as he moved a hand between us and brought it to the outside of my underwear. 

“I need you so bad” I mumbled as I rested my head on his shoulder “Please… please..” 

“Please what?” 

“Fuck please touch me,” I said as I dug my hands into his scalp, pulling on his hair tightly. 

With that, he moved my underwear to the side, brought his fingers to my clit, and began to rub in small circular motions, his touch being feather-light. 

“Fuck Josh please,” I said as I bit down slightly on his shoulder. 

With that, he withdrew his hand and hooked it into the seams of my underwear, and moved back slightly, forcing me to stand, my legs shaky with a mix of the alcohol and the pleasure he was bringing me. He lowered my underwear slowly, as I moved to step out of them and crawl back onto the bed, straddling him once more. 

He smiled as I sat on top of him, leaning down to plant small kisses down his chest and once more his neck. 

“Do you have a condom?” he said as he stretched his neck to the side to give me more access. 

“I’m on the pill,” I said between kisses.

Those words alone earned a groan out of him. With ease, I sat back up, looked down at him with hooded eyes, and slowly lowered myself onto him, my jaw dropping slowly in pleasure. 

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh fuuuuuck” I watched as his eyes fluttered shut as I slowly began to pick my hips up before placing them back down onto his and he moved his hands to hold onto my hips. 

I bit my lip as I slowly picked up my pace and placed my hands on either of his shoulders. Gently, he brought one of his hands up to my chest, grabbing and rubbing my breast in his palm as I moved a hand between us as I began to soft rub circles onto my clit, moaning out louder. I felt his hand leave my chest and grab at my wrist, replacing my fingers as I leaned forward and pleaded into his ear. 

“Ple-please don’t stop holy shit” I say as my hair falls off my shoulders in soft waves. 

As our bodies moved in unison, I moved to sit back up, trying to regain some composure before all was lost again. 

“Open your eyes” I let out a small whimper as the words left his lips “Look how good I’m making you feel”. 

I opened my eyes, looking down to where his hand met my body, biting my lip as I watched the way our bodies connected. I wanted more, didn’t want this to end. Ever. 

I felt the pit forming in my stomach, my breathing growing heavier as I felt myself get closer to the edge.

“M’close Josh- don’t stop” I practically screamed out. 

Our moans filled the air till something else joined the mix.

“What the fuck!” 

I’m too deep in to turn around when I realize who it is. My boyfriend. Nothing mattered in the moment, I was so close and I wasn’t going to let some asshole ruin it for me. 

“Who the fuck are you?!” I hear him call out to Josh 

“Fuck she’s so close…. She’s squeezing me so tightly” I open my eyes to look down at him as he smiles at the man standing behind me. 

“J-josh..” Between him telling the man I was still currently dating how I was making him feel and the fact that he hadn’t stopped moving his fingers, my release came fast “i- fuck I’m coming”.

Josh let out a low moan as I stopped moving on him and my body shook with pleasure. He brought his fingers to a halt, now opting to move for me, fucking my cum back into me. 

“Shit m’there too baby…you gonna stay to watch?” I could hear him say with a smile, and then the door slammed shut, followed by the front door. Josh moved quickly, fucking me hard as he came to his finish. 

My name flowed out of his mouth like a mantra as he came, his movements faltering slightly before coming to an end. I slouched slightly as he finished before slowly moving off of him, breathing rapidly matching him. 

He groaned at the loss of contact as I moved to lay down next to him, resting my hands on my stomach. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know he w-” 

I was cut off by him bringing a hand to mine, rubbing my knuckles softly. 

“It made things 10x hotter” He said with a smile as I turned my head softly to look at him, matching his smile. 

“And for the record,” he said with a sarcastic chuckle “you can do way better than that!” he said with a look written on his face saying “ME!”. 

I laughed at him as I moved to place my head on his chest.

“Well if you find someone, send them my way,” I said with a soft shrug and smile. 

“Oh wait actually,” he said as I sat up slightly to look at him “Do you have your phone?” 

I looked at him confused. Why would he want my phone? 

“no… why?” 

“Fuck” he says sighing a bit “I’ve got the number of someone better for you” he said coolly with a slick smirk. 

“Touche,” I said as I leaned down to kiss his lips. “This will be discussed over coffee in the morning Mr.Josh” I said sternly as my lips hovered above his.

“I look forward to it Ms.y/n” I smiled as he leaned in kissing my lips once more before I pulled back. I pulled at the covers, lifting them over ourselves and moving to lay on my side, back facing him as he wrapped an arm around my stomach, pulling me into his backside. 

“Goodnight pretty girl” he whispered as he kissed my hair and lay his head down next to mine. I hummed out slightly before saying, 

“Goodnight Mr.Kiszka.”

The end.

[cocomanga]

The Sweetest Beat - Set 3

Pairing : Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW : JJK AU. Daddy Kink, Noncon, Dubcon, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma

Please 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. :)

WC : 14K! (got kinda crayzeee!)

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

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TSB - Masterlist ~ wattpad ~ ao3

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 ....

✨3RD SET LIST << Playlist Say it Aint So - Weezer Everything In It's Right Place - Radiohead Destiny - Zero 7 Coral - Fractures Process - H.E.R. Snooze - SZA Whoa - Snoh Aalegra Finesse - Drake Autumn's Dreamland - A.G. Sully I Adore You - Yebba Your Interlude - Sabrina Claudio Take Me Home - Paper Kites Roslyn - Ben Pellow Lippincott - Animals as Leaders Do For Love - Snoh Aalegra Tastes so Good - Sabrina Claudio

A low, humming vibration gently pulled you from your peaceful slumber. As your eyes slowly adjust to the dim sunlight peeking through the closed wooden blinds, you notice your phone sitting silently on the bedside table.

It's... not mine...

With a little grunt, you lift and turn your throbbing head toward the left side of the bed. Your arm slides several times across the cool sheets. You look over, blinking, to find that Megumi is quietly tucked away underneath the soothing pitter patter of the shower.

Say it Aint So - Weezer

played softly in the room from the speaker.

His phone vibrated a few more times on his table, then went silent. You closed your eyes, plopping your head back down, grateful to regain the quiet.

Not 5 seconds later, another vibration. You opened your eyes, looking at the glow of the screen illuminate that side of the room.

2 rings. . .

5 rings. . .

8 rings. . .

A frown formed on your face as you hoped they'd simply just call him back later. Obviously he's busy, right?

11 rings, then finally, silence.

Geez.

You let out a breathy sigh.

Surely they're done.

It rang again.

You know, its funny we live in a day and age when we can actually assign personality traits to people based on the way our little devices are used.

That many rings?

Had to be one of two people. His mother... or a woman. Tch.

You decided to look. I mean, you're in his damn bed after all. You deserved at least that much since they wouldn't relent.

You sluggishly dragged your body over to peek at the screen after the 12th ring:

"Nanako". You let out a chuckle laced with a little attitude.

Welp, it doesnt say 'Mom'.

She finally stopped calling.

You decided it really wasn't any of your business but you were still curious. You retreat to your side of the bed, sinking your headache back into the plush pillow, facing that amazing window as the shower in the bathroom stopped running.

You hear the door open and as the misty air wafts over your way, you feel, and smell Megumi emerge steamy fresh and clean. As you inhale that wonderful fragrance that you hoped he'd never stop using, you turn your little smile around to face him.

He stood in the doorway, illuminated from behind by the light in the bathroom, his perfect athletic figure leaning against the door frame with a towel wrapped low around his waist as he brushed another one across his jet-black hair.

Damn he's hot.

You hid most of your wide smile in the pillow.

Well, Nanako, can't say I blame you, honey.

He stood there, his hooded eyes observing you for a bit. "Good morning." He finally uttered as he tilted his head sideways to get a better look at you.

You revealed your smile with a breathy, "Good morning".

An adorable smirk formed on his lips as he approached the bed. He sat on the edge, "What a pleasant voice you have in the morning."

You blushed into the pillows, taking another deep breath.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, still looking at you with a beautifully warm expression on his face.

His question triggered your memory that something other than adoration was happening in your body. "Definitely hungover." You whined, with a frown.

"Yeah..." he replied, as he acknowledged his own throbbing headache. Well, the bathroom's all yours now. Choso's making breakfast. The food'll help.

"Choso?" you chuckled. "Really?"

He huffed, "Yea. He's actually a damn good cook."

Giggling softly as you sat up on the bed, your hand immediately reached for your head as the throbbing continued to pound behind your eyes.

Megumi handed you a bottle of water that was sitting on his bedside table.

"Thank you".

"Of course."

You got up from the bed as you opened the bottle and chugged as much of it as possible on your way to the bathroom, suddenly stopping before reaching the door. You turned back toward him, "Megumi... I, wanna apologize for- "

"Don't worry about it." He interjected as he stood up to face you. "It's really ok." he said as he observed your concerned facial expression.

"No, I..." you started as you held your head down, shaking it back and forth, in an attempt to make sense of yourself. "I was-"

"Bad?"

You looked up quickly, blushing, genuinely embarrassed, your brow furrowing a bit as you averted your eyes again.

He continued, in an unnervingly soft tone, "You... were bad." still managing to peek up through his lids at you, even though hes taller.

Megumi had that emotionless gaze down pat, his dark blues always pierced clean through you, exposing your innermost desires.

He slowly stepped closer with his hands behind his back, clad only in the white towel, soft black lines below his lower abdomen disappearing behind it, leading down to his print as it became more visible by the second.

You took a deep breath, standing there quietly as he turned his head in toward your ear, his voice in a hushed tone, "But . . . we took care of that, right?"

Your body clenched from your core as his deep, soft voice vibrated in your ear, his words reigniting a fire, and the memory of the unforgettable "care" he quite literally put into you.

Everything In It's Right Place - Radiohead

Played as he slid the back of his hand softly down your cheek, his thumb gliding across your lips. "Are you trying to tell me that you need more discipline?"

You felt a deep 'thump' in your chest. Your body temperature seemed to rise steadily, but you shook your head slowly, your eyes fluttered as you mustered an answer barely above a whisper. "No".

Megumi smirked slyly, whispering, "You don't sound too confident, sweetness." His fingertips wrapped around to the nape of your neck. "How about a little help in the shower, hm?" He took a few steps toward you, leading you backwards into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Y-your..." you stuttered, as you gathered the strength to look up into his lusty eyes. "...your friends will hear us."

He leaned in, his lips as close as an inch from yours. "Not if you can stay nice and quiet for me, yeah?" He reached for the hem of your ripped tee, pulling it past your beautiful curves, up and off, his eyes roaming all over your bare skin.

With a little blush, you chuckled softly as you stepped over the edge of the enormous bathtub into the shower. You faced the head, exhaling as the warm flow of water soaked into your hair.

Megumi stepped in behind you, observing how beautifully the water cascaded down your curves. He wrapped his hands around your waist, gliding his fingertips softly across your skin, sliding them up to cup your breasts as he gently fondled your nipples.

Your body immediately buckled under his touch. You arched your back, pressing yourself against his hard length as he explored you with his hands. They followed the flow of the water, traveling down to massage your clit and folds, already soaked from both the water and your response to his gentle fingers, making your moans far too difficult to avoid.

"Shhhhh..." he whispered, as his lips gently pressed into your earlobe, the soft smack sending shivers all over your body as he slipped his thick dick back and forth between your thighs and two of his fingers from his other hand in your mouth.

"Mmmhhh," you moaned, having a hard time containing yourself.

Megumi could tell you were already so close. His tongue slid across your ear as he breathed, "Let me in before you cum, sweetness..." His breath hotter than the temperature of the water and his voice tickling as it vibrated in your ear.

Already quite dazed, you parted your quivering thighs a bit more, planting your foot on the edge of the tub, welcoming him.

As Megumi bent his knees for the perfect amount of leverage, he covered your mouth as he thrusted hard, pushing his entire length inside. He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his head into your neck as he grunted, his arm wrapped around you, holding you in place. "Mmmm! Fuuuck..."

Your entire body tensed as your walls gripped him pulling him further inside. You struggled to contain your sensual moans that managed to leak past Megumi's fingers as your eyes fluttered shut.

He paused for a moment, his breaths hitching in his throat as his body quivered, basking in the warmth of your slick heat. He slowly pulled out, then thrusted back in harder, again, and again, and again, quickly pushing himself, and you to the edge.

His left hand left your mouth, and wrapped around your neck, his right arm held you firmly as your sopping wet core received him, his thrusts hitting your sweet spot both relentlessly and deliciously. Your hands clutched his slender, yet muscular forearms as he maintained his grip.

Megumi's groan vibrated deeply in your ear, "Cum for me beautiful... cum all over my cock..." as he held you firm around your neck, firm in your hole, and firm around your waist, his strong embrace causing you to erupt from the depths of your core as he clutched you steady.

He released into your womb, your arousal blended beautifully with his, running down your legs with the flow of the water. His lips smashed into yours, his tongue massaging yours in another deeply passionate kiss as he pumped the remnants of spend into your core, savoring being nestled inside you as if it would be his last time.

*~*~*~*~*

As you finish gathering yourself and all of your things, you hear happy, cheerful voices on the other side of the door, along with

Destiny - Zero 7

floating on the airwaves into the room with the aroma of fresh pancakes and bacon.

You finally emerge from the master suite, still feeling the need to catch your breath after Megumi successfully took it away for the second time. You see the members of the band, hanging out in the kitchen around the table having breakfast.

As comfortable as you were becoming around Megumi, it felt terribly awkward. Almost as if you were attending an event, uninvited. You weren't a part of this band and, without the veil of alcohol, your presence felt a little more ... intrusive.

Not to mention, you were awfully loud last night... or... this morning. Surely someone heard you.

You wondered if you could creep past them unnoticed, but also hoped for quick eye contact with Megumi.

Choso caught you first. "Hey singer!"

He yelled from the kitchen with a mouth full of pancakes, kinda blowing your stealthy cover as you slinked your way toward the front door. "You get what you came for?" he flashed a big smile at you, quite satisfied with himself.

Asshole.

You cut your eyes at him, then nodded toward the door of his room. "Did they?" you asked as you flashed a phony smile back at him.

"You're damn right they did." he said, followed by an obnoxious laugh.

You shook your head, unable to hide your giggle.

Megumi made his way over to you. His hair lacking spikes since the shower, layered in wispy strands over his eyes, the strands in the back curving gently around toward his neck. He saunters over in baggy grey sweatpants, and a crisp white V-neck tee, contrasting beautifully with his black hair and dark blue eyes, looking like a fucking breakfast platter himself. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah... I've actually got a lot to do today so I'd better get home." Yeah, a 'lot'. Like escaping the embarrassment of being his groupie for the night, for starters.

"Okay." He said, "I'll walk you out."

"No, you don't have to. I've already called an Uber. It's outside."

"I'm walking you out." He insisted, slipping on shoes at the door.

You smiled, pressing your lips into a flat line.

You walked down the long carpeted hallway relatively quietly as Megumi trailed behind you. You both stepped into the elevator, maintaining a "healthy" distance while inside.

He stood on the opposite side of the metal box, his eyes observing your demeanor before traveling up to the illuminated numbers at the top of the doorway as he muttered, "I enjoyed your company." glancing back your way, flashing a killer smile.

It felt as if all you could do was blush, since it seemed everything you needed to say was successfully expressed in the shower this morning, and in the glow on your face.

You got downstairs and he held out his hand. "Your phone."

You fumbled through your satchel, unlocking it and gracefully handed it over.

He added his number. "Our next show is in about a week. You think you'll come?"

You smiled warmly, "Sure."

"Alright." He huffed with a smirk, giving you one last once-over. "See ya, sweetness."

*~*~*~*~*

You sat in your cozy breakfast nook, so glad to finally be back in your personal space as you took another sip of ginger tea, staring out the window, listening to

Coral - Fractures.

Nobara continued to request more info from you over the phone. "It's his birthday. Don't you at least want to see him for a little bit?"

"Nah... I really dont". You answered. Feeling a tiny wound open somewhere in the recesses of your heart.

"I just... I don't want to deal with what might come with it. There's always something, you know? He always finds a way ... to hurt me."

"I agree. But... you can love him from a distance, right? See him, say hi, ask how he's doing, set a time limit, honor it, and leave."

"He's such a chore to be around sometimes you know?" you whined.

"Tch, yeah." she huffed. "I understand. I mean, I've never experienced it to that degree, but I get it. I'm just saying, maybe do this small part. For you. Not that you have anything to prove, but he'll never be able to say you weren't the best daughter to him."

"Okay. I'll go."

Narcissists are the worst. People talk about them a lot these days, but unfortunately for you, you had to deal with a few your entire life. One covert, and one overt. Let alone your grandparents.

As far as relationships go, you had always been a people pleaser. A "yes" girl so to speak, yet never receiving the same regard in return. The result of constantly having to work for attention at home, and a fear of abandonment. Without even realizing it, you developed a habit of being "nice" out of necessity.

Nobara brought love to you in a way that you hadn't known. That's why she's your best friend. No matter what, she always cared for you. She never demanded anything from you besides you being yourself. And you cherished her.

Itadori turned out to be the same. It was the first time in your life that you had found people who truly loved you. Genuinely. Without strings or stipulations.

The irony was though, sometimes you still felt bad, as if you loved them because they love you... Weird right? Of course that's not the only reason you love them, but it still felt like an unintended condition within no conditions. Life is so bizarre.

Your dad was a musician. A damn good one. But his ego was more than excessive. He worked hard, learned guitar, keys, lead several bands and taught many vocalists over the years, including you.

His image was important to him. He worked hard to make a name for himself. As a result, many well-known, musicians in the area knew him well. He'd likely be remembered if he were mentioned at any popular music hall.

You sang on numerous projects he worked on; albums, events, shows, etc. and loved working with him, in the beginning. It felt wonderful to see your dad work so hard and be so happy doing what he loved. He was undeniably talented and you supported him genuinely, just because.

However, when the time came for you to work on projects of your own, something that would support your career as a solo artist, he wasn't there. He didn't have the time or the drive to help. Before long, you noticed that as far as he was concerned, you and your talents were to be used only for his benefit.

And forget communication. Whenever you saw him, he talked only about himself. For hours sometimes, never really asking about you. If you interject or attempt to add to the conversation, maybe you get a word in edgewise, but then it's back to him. All about him.

Doubtful he knows much about who you really are; your likes, dislikes, how you've been, your friends names, etc. Even now.

It was truly exhausting dealing with him.

As a result, you just kept your distance. Set boundaries that would work for your life. It often felt selfish to you, but you came to realize that your mental health is important too, so you do what you can.

Nobara taught you the meaning of self-care. She knew how to have a healthy balance in life of caring for others, and not neglecting herself in the process.

That's something you were still learning.

"Try to think of it as going to a hospital to visit a mental patient." Nobara continued, "The reality is, he doesn't deserve special treatment. And it'd be a miracle if he changed. But you deserve to do what you love. And you love to love. So do it. For you. And sort of for him because really, we all need it. Even the assholes."

You chuckled, "Thanks bestie."

"By the way... Are we gonna talk about 'The Rockstar'?"

You went silent, not having the slightest idea where to start, your heart immediately skipping a beat at the mention of him.

"Oh my god, girl I can hear you blushing from here! Hahaha! What the hell happened to you last night? I was looking all over for you!"

"He's... really great. Amazing actually." you said with a giggle.

"Yea?" She whispered, "Did you stick around?"

"Um..." you uttered with a tiny huff.

"You did!!! Ha! Yaaas! Was it that fire or was it that fire? 'Cause I know it was that fire." She wailed.

"An inferno, sis. oh my gawd. Nothing like it." You let out a heavy sigh.

"Buuuuuut ...?" she questioned.

"Tch, I don't know... I feel like I moved way too fast with him. It's not like having sex makes a relationship or anything, you know?"

"Girl, I think he really likes you whether he realized it the first night or not. Don't over think it. And don't underestimate yourself. You're gorgeous, sweet, and talented. He can see that. If it's happening, just let it happen."

You took a deep breath... "Yeah." You continued, "But... how do I know he doesn't just see me as the girl who screwed him on the first night? It'd be so embarrassing to keep coming around, if that's how I'm perceived."

"Did he ask you to come to the next show?"

"Yeah, and... Oh! By the way," you said, as something hit your memory." he received quite the persistent phone call this morning before I left".

"What do you mean 'persistent'"?

"Woke me up blowin' up his phone. Repeatedly."

"Really? Was it his mom?"

"You chuckled, if I were to guess, I'd say no. Do you remember he answered his phone at the table when we ate pizza?"

"Uh.. No...?"

"Anyway, I'd bet any amount of cash it was that person. Somebody by the name of Nanako. She didn't seem to want to take 'no', or 'wait' for an answer. I'm curious if he's dating her".

"Oh wow. Well, that explains some of your hesitance about him."

"Hm?... I hadn't thought of that. I mean, we just met, so I wasn't expecting him to not have anybody in his life, but... I have zero complaints if he cuts 'em off. Ha!"

"Okay!" Nobara agreed. "But look, if he thought you were just a one-off, he definitely wouldn't have invited you back. You need more information about this mystery woman before drawing conclusions."

"You smiled and sighed. Yeah, I suppose you're right."

A vibration interrupts your call, as you notice one coming in from another line.

"Hey, I have to take this. I'll see you later at the bar, K?

"Ok".

You look at the screen and notice it's your boss.

"Hello?" you answered, confused.

"Hey, do you have a minute?" He asks.

"Of course. What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Something's come up. We have a few classes we have to conduct overseas for some new recruits. We're putting together a team to head over and do the training. I know its a little out of the blue, but you're one of my most capable. I was hoping you'd join us."

"Um... Wow? I'm not sure I can do that on such short notice."

"Look, I'm sorry about the time frame, but this is a really important project that needs to be done to help sales and production. You're one of my best. I really need you on this. I'll double your pay for the eight weeks you're there."

"What? Eight weeks?!"

"Yeah. In India. We're conducting two courses, four weeks each. You'll get room and board while you're there, plus some excellent experience to add to your resume. You won't regret it, I promise. I'm really sorry to spring this on you, but some of the others, they have kids, families -- they've already solidified schedules that make it next to impossible for me to get them to help out. I only have a few I can really depend on for support. Please, I'm begging you. I really need your help."

Really? Now I'm on call? …

This is a lot of money, though, so you decide it's worth the sacrifice. "Okay, Mr. Geto. I'll do it."

"Aaaaah! Thank you so much. We leave in a week."

"Okay."

Damn.

*~*~*~*~*

At this point, It had been a few days since you'd seen Megumi. You wondered how he was doing. Knowing what you know about him, he's probably preparing well to make a great impression at the next show.

For now, they're doing covers, so its not like they can play the exact same sets every show for the same venue. Which means they have to practice and memorize music from other artists, and try hard to make sure the audience appreciates it.

As hard as he's working, he's likely having some crazy rehearsals. You could totally see him busting everyone's balls as their leader.

"Over here!" You waved at Nobara as you sat in the middle of your favorite sushi bar, waiting for her and Yuji to meet for dinner.

Process - H.E.R.

played on their system. Fresh food and warm sake is a cure-all for sure, and you were more than excited to indulge.

"Can you believe this, girl?" You said to Nobara as you roll your eyes.

"Oh god, no. That's crazy. And such short notice?" She said as she sat next to you at the square table. "Couldn't they find someone else?"

"Apparently not." you shook your head, "All the trainers with preset family-oriented schedules couldn't help. And I wont be back for two whole months."

"Wow. It's good money though right?" Nobara asked with a deep frown.

"Great money. But... I really wish I could see Megumi's show. That turnout was crazy on their first night. I can't imagine how the next one'll be."

"Yeah. But Since they're doing so well, you'll see more soon."

"I guess you're right. My plane leaves the night of the show at 7."

"Hmmm... did you tell him you're leaving?"

"Not yet."

"Why not?"

"He's busy getting ready for his next performance. He doesn't need his groupie chasing him down."

"Girl if you don't pick up that phone and call him, Nanako will."

"Stop it. Haha!"

"I'm, serious! Don't underestimate persistence, girl!" She said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like you're stalking him. Just drop him a line and let him know what's what."

"Ok, I guess I'll do that at least."

Itadori had just walked in, checking for your presence at the door. He finally saw you and walked over.

"Hey guys." He sat at the table smiling brightly.

"Hey Dori. It's good to see you." You smiled back. "How's everything at the bar?"

"It's going great. Kinda crazy though. Megz's show nearly sold out."

"What? Are you kidding me?!?"

"I kid you not. The tickets are 50 bucks, too."

"Wow! He really is becoming a rock star."

"Tell me about it. And with that kinda turnout, I'm gettin' a nice bag, too." He said, all excited. "I visited a rehearsal yesterday. They're gonna do a couple originals."

"Oh my god! That's amazing!" you exclaimed, freaking out a little.

"Yeah, I know right? If they're received well, pretty soon he'll have grown out of this venue. Of course that depends on how much more music he plans to make. But they also have to start thinking about which cities to hit next. Can't just be known in your hometown you know?"

"True. That's tough, too. Some crowds are really hard to work with. Especially if they don't know you." you grumbled from experience.

"Yeah, there is that part." Yuji agreed. "So what happened to you last night?"

You looked at him and said with a straight face, "Megumi happened."

"HA! I figured as much." he laughed.

"Tch, yeah that's what I told her. Apparently it went well though, right?" Nobara added, nodding toward you. "but, she kinda thinks Megumi sees her as a groupie."

"Yeah, no. Megz doesn't do groupies."

"What? Yeah right. Since when do guys not hook up with girls who throw themselves at them?" you inquired, since you, apparently, were one of them.

"Yea. What even makes you say that?" Nobara chimed.

Itadori went on, "I mean, he's kinda different. More … serious. He doesn't like to start ventures he's not planning to finish, and as long as I've known him, that includes women."

"I find that hard to believe." you said, chalking his advice up to him just being a good friend to his "boy".

"Yeah well, he's been like that since we were kids. He's always been driven, always wanted things to go well for himself. Which means keeping distractions to a minimum."

"Hm, I guess that's logical..." You shrugged. "Except the fact that anybody who wants to be an hoe can be a hoe. I'm just sayin."

Nobara looked at you with a "you-got-that-shit-right" face.

"Ha! Well, that's true. Buuut... situationships like that can ruin a career. Especially from where he's sittin'. Think about it. What if he got with the wrong kinda girl? Someone who brought drama or bullshit to his business, or his band. He could run the risk of losing everything. It's not worth it to him. And I can't say I blame him."

"Hmm... well, what about Choso? He doesn't seem to have a problem with that kinda thing." you pointed out.

"Yeah, well Choso's a different breed." Itadori huffed, "He's also not the leader of the band. If Megumi wanted to, he could just hire another singer. Also, Choso might act like an ass sometimes, but he's actually a great guy, and pretty serious about his friends, too. We didn't hear much from his girls last night did we?"

You frowned, "Now that you mention it, no. Not a damn peep." chuckling at that revelation.

"Megumi's a good guy. Just keep talking to him. You'll see. Communication is key and all".

"Okay. Thanks for the insight, Dori." You didn't expect him to talk shit about his boy, but... you were grateful for the info.

"Yup. You're such an overthinker. Its okay, though. I get it. But just remember, people usually think more of you than you think they do. Just relax. It'll work itself out."

"You smiled warmly at Itadori , and turned to Nobara. "Wow. You're a lucky girl, you."

"You'd better believe it." She smiled brightly and winked at him.

Itadori held his chin up as he chewed his edamame with a huge grin on his face.

You all finished your meal and parted ways.

As you approached the train station, you decided you might as well hit him up.

You: Hey Rockstar. Just dropping a line that I got called away to work. I'll miss the show :(

Not 3 minutes later, he texted you back.

Megumi: Called away?

You: Yeah. Its kinda nuts. Going to India for 2 months😅.

Megumi: Whoa. That is nuts. I was looking forward to playing for you. 😢

You: lol For me?

Megumi: Yea, for YOU.

You: Aww... Dont worry. You'll have plenty of screaming girlies out there.

Megumi: Just one screaming girlie will do. 😌

You: 🤭 Can't make money that way.

Megumi: Ha! No cap.

Megumi: So when do you get to India?

You: Plane leaves at 7, the night of your show. Takes a couple days.

Megumi: Call me after you get settled in there?

You: Sure. But... Won't you be busy?

Megumi: Maybe, but I'll make time.

Damn charmer.

You: Okay. I'll do that. ttyl

*~*~*~*~*

You got in to your hotel a full 2 days after you left home. You slept quite a bit on the plane, but were eager to wind down from being cramped in that tin can. You took a shower and headed out, since there was a restaurant on the beach where a few of your colleagues agreed to go.

You sat alone at a table, ordered a fire curry appetizer and decided to give Megumi a call since you were nice and relaxed. The restaurant played some pretty chill music.

Snooze - SZA

Megumi didn't answer.

Must surely be busy.

Your phone rang less than 5 minutes later.

"Hey. How's India?"

Your smile grew wide the second you heard his voice. "Hey... They have us set up in a beautiful hotel here in Chennai. Right now, I'm at a beachfront restaurant having curry and a delicious pineapple cocktail."

"Woooow … How nice for you." he said as he laughed quietly. "Sounds like more of a vacation than work."

You chuckled, it may feel like that now, but I'm sure it'll get quite busy here soon."

"Well, its evident that you're quite the amazing woman to have them not only depend on you, but offer that kind of treatment."

"Hey beautiful. Is anyone sitting here?" A stranger asks, stopping at your table, his hand on one of the empty chairs.

You answered, "No, But I'm actually on the phone."

"Is it your man?" the stranger asked.

"Um... no... but. I don't need any company right now, thank you."

"You sound so sweet, rejecting him." he teased. "Why didn't you tell him I'm your boyfriend?"

"Tch, because you're not?" You rolled your eyes, chuckling playfully.

He snickers over the phone. "Well damn. It'll suck for me if you get one while you're there."

"Oh yea? Why is that?"

"Because then I won't have a chance."

"A chance for what exactly?"

"To finish what we started."

"Oh okay..." you giggle. "We'll see if there's anything left of you when I get back after all those amazing shows. Your fan base is gettin crazy."

"You think so huh?"

"Of course. You're quite the phenom on the drums. And Maki... geez. All of y'all are fantastic and I'm not just gassin'. I couldn't imagine you not makin' it big."

You could hear his smile over the phone. You really missed his smile. Interestingly enough, you started to notice how good making him feel good felt to you."

"Well, thank you. We're working pretty hard."

"I bet. And... you're performing originals? How did that go at the show?"

"Better than expected, actually. We tried tracking requests for availability and got good results. We decided to go ahead and release an EP at the next show."

"Woooow... I sincerely hope you go real far, real fast. But I gotta admit, I'll miss these conversations, Rockstar."

"'Rockstar'?" Megumi huffed, "Is that how you think it is?"

"Oh yeah."

One of your colleagues yelled out to you. "Hey! You comin' to the beach with the group?" As the next song played.

Whoa - Snoh Aalegra

"Is that the same guy?" Megumi asked, curious.

"Nope, that's someone else."

"Sounds like you're more popular than you think I am."

"Yeah, right." you replied. Hmmm... now's as good a time as any, you thought. "So, did you get a chance to call Nanako back?" You asked, as you took a considerably large gulp of your Malibu Pineapple.

Megumi paused for a moment before answering. "I figured you saw that. I guess you heard the phone that morning huh?"

"How could I not. Seemed pretty urgent."

"Nanako's my ex." He let out a deep sigh. "She's uh... she's trying to rekindle things and I'm just not interested."

"Why not?"

"We don't see eye to eye. I met her at college. Through Yuta. We even dated for about a year."

"That's a long time. Why'd it end?"

"She thought I was crazy for wanting to have a solo career in music. She felt I should stick with my professors, maybe work with their connections in orchestras before pursuing an independent goal so 'lofty'. Tch. That's what she called it... 'lofty'."

"Yikes. I could see how that's a problem."

Megumi huffed. "Yeah. I mean, we had a decent relationship, I just... she didn't believe in me."

"Hmmm... I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's cool. I mean, it's over. That's not gonna change."

You understand the persistence an ex can be on sometimes, but like Nobara said, that could easily become an issue. And drama is definitely not your thing.

"I'm better off with people who are in my corner." Megumi continued. "Even my parents supported me when a lot of others thought I was just dreaming."

"Yeah? That's good. And definitely not something to take for granted."

"For sure." He agreed. "So you said you sing?"

"Yeah. I tried for a long time. Even laid a couple tracks down." you revealed.

"Whoa. Where are they?" Megumi asked, actually sounding excited.

"I have 'em stored at home, and of course in a file on my computer and a couple drives to avoid losing 'em."

"Can I hear them?"

"Well, they're not mixed... so ... they're really just a little music with my vocals I laid on them in pretty raw form."

"Oh I definitely wanna hear."

"Okay. But you know artists aren't supposed to distribute material that isn't registered. I mean, what if you steal it?" you joked.

"I would never." he breathed, a cute low laugh escaping his lips.

You giggled. "Of course you can hear. I'd actually love to know what you think. Though I'm kinda nervous."

"Will you sing for me in person? It'll be like a private concert."

"Ha! Even so, I'd still be super nervous. I think singing in front of one person is more nerve wracking than a crowd."

"Makes sense. One pair of eyes can be a lot more critical. But there's no need to be nervous. It's just me."

"Yea... just you." you chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"You're a professional. I'd hate to make a fool of myself, so I'd better be able to actually sing before I present something to you."

"I get that. But in my experience, most people who can't sing don't get as far as putting anything on a track. I'm willing to bet you're pretty good. Besides, we're friends now so its not like I'd be rude to you."

"Oh we're friends now?"

"Of course. What? You don't wanna be friends with me?"

"Sure 'Megz'."

"Oh, is that what we're doing now?" he snickered, playfully. "You're calling me 'Megz'?"

"Ha! Yea. Your friends call you 'Megz' right?"

"Tch... only the good ones." He replied, with a blush you couldn't see. "I'll allow it."

"Oh, well thank you very much sir." you retorted sarcastically.

"So … now I'm curious. Why didn't you continue your music? Did you lose interest?"

"No, I just... honestly felt like I was always on my own. I worked with my dad for years. Singing in concerts, leads on his songs at events and performances. He just didn't support me the way I supported him. Life's a lot harder when you're going at it alone, you know?"

"Hmmm... Do you still talk to your dad?"

"Yea. As a matter of fact he's having a birthday dinner when I get back. I was reluctant to go, but..."

"You don't want to?"

"He's … severely narcissistic. Usually when I see him, he sits and chats about himself. He doesn't really have much interest in me. He's often rude, belittling, dismissive... It's been a while since we've talked. I plan to go and say hi, but..." You rolled your eyes.

"That's tough. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yea, it is. But, thank goodness for Nobara and Yuji. They've been so great to me. Nobara has helped me through some difficult times dealing with my dad."

"Well, I'm rooting for you. And I hope it goes well."

"Thanks Megumi. I really appreciate that coming from you."

Mr. Geto waved at you to come over to a table with colleagues for a quick word. "Well, I gotta for now. It's good to hear your voice. I hope all your rehearsals go well."

"Can I call you tomorrow?" He asked, hopeful.

"Of course!" you replied warmly. "Talk to you later."

*~*~*~*~*

'Tomorrow' came and went.

He texted you, but you couldn't talk.

The next day was the same.

They had you working crazy hours, and the communication barrier was difficult to navigate with the trainees, making you so much more exhausted after each session.

You were physically and mentally drained. You texted periodically, but by the time you were finally able to settle down and chat with your friends again, long enough for a decent conversation, it had already been 3 weeks.

Megumi had dived into tons of rehearsals with his band, especially on weekends, working hard on originals he'd planned to release in another show they would do, so his calls couldn't come as often either.

You were able to chat with Nobara, mostly during lunch breaks, but phone tag between you and Megumi became an ongoing thing. And you were too tired most evenings to talk long.

You were finally able to reach each other for a reasonable amount of time in the middle of week 4. You had meetings and classes that day, and Megumi was in rehearsal.

"When do you think I can see you?" Megumi questioned during a break as his group discussed some intricate parts of a song.

"Uh... I won't be back unt-"

"I mean, tonight. When I call you back. Can you video chat?"

You blushed. "Um... It'll probably be really late but, sure. Of course."

"That's cool." he said, "I'll be looking forward to it."

*~*~*~*~*

It was another long day. By the time you got home, it was almost 10pm. You were exhausted, but still anxious to talk to him. As soon as the door to your room closed behind you, you dropped your things, opened up the app and set up your laptop at the small office table in front of the moonlit window, facing you. You popped on your music:

Finesse - Drake

You relaxed your mind, took a deep breath, and called him.

"Hello?" after a moment of him fidgeting with the screen, his beautiful face appeared.

"Heeeeeey". You said as softly as possible, trying to contain your enthusiasm, a warm smile spread across your face the moment you saw his.

He sat at what appeared to be a desk, gazing.

There was a long moment of silence as you bit your lip, blushing, waiting for him to speak.

"How are you?" he said finally, peircing you with his eyes.

"Glad to be back here." You said, still smiling, taking a deep breath. You were so happy to see his dark blues again. "Where are you?" You noticed it looked like an office space.

"At my studio."

"What?" you said, shocked. "You have a studio? I totally assumed you guys just booked one."

"Nah. I rent it out to others to use from time to time. That's one of the reasons I get so busy. I cash in on the profit from bands renting from me, but the space itself is actually paid for by my parents."

"Wow."

"Yup, as long as I don't stop working. That was our agreement ever since I left college. I continue to work toward my dream, they'll help support the cause. They've been great."

You held such admiration for him. "You always fascinate me." you muttered, shaking your head. "You're such a pro."

Megumi smirked and blushed, "Are you still working?" He asked, noticing you're clad in your long sleeve button down blouse, and ... glasses? "You look so... corporate."

"Yeah, tell me about it." You chuckled, rolling your eyes. "I'm a little exhausted, but, I feel so much better now that I get to relax."

"If I were there, I could help you relax."

"Heh, oh I'm quite sure you could." you said, resting your head on your palm.

Megumi 's eyes scanned your features as he leaned back in his office chair at his desk, dropping his hands into his lap as he swiveled side to side slowly. All expression but adoration had gone from his features. "You are so damn beautiful".

His complement only made you blush harder. "Thank you. I'm not exactly comfy yet though until I get out of these stuffy clothes."

You looked at Megumi staring at you, not making a sound, or responding. The tension between the two of you quickly became palpable.

"Okay. Go ahead." he said, breaking the silence.

You squinted into the screen. "Go … ahead?"

"Yeah. You said you needed to take off your clothes. Go ahead."

He'd caught you off guard. You averted your eyes suddenly. "Um..." you laughed nervously. "I can't do that."

Megumi smirked, entertained at how cute you were getting all flustered. "Well, why not?"

"Because"... you replied, "What if someone sees?"

"I promise you, I'd never let that happen. This is my office. And right now, I'm the only one here." He licked his lips, still swiveling lightly in the chair. "The doors are locked. The front door and the office door. Sometimes I even sleep here."

"Oh... wow." you replied.

Thorough.

You watched him swivel as his hands moved beneath the view of the camera, under his desk as he waited patiently for you. His eyes never leaving your face.

Another song played as you locked eyes with him, drowning in his blues.

Autumn's Dreamland - A.G. Sully

His resolve never faltered. Not even slightly. He was so intimidating sometimes. Such a fucking boss. And you loved it.

You maintained eye contact as you reached up for the buttons of your blouse, undoing them slowly, one by one. The light from your laptop and of the moon glowed softly across your bare skin, more of it coming into view as you opened each one.

He stopped swiveling, once you reached the fourth, getting a peek at your hot pink satin bra covered in lace, showing from underneath. His bottom lip disappeared into his mouth, his gaze fixed.

"Are you sure I'm not distracting you from your work?"

"100% certain." He leaned into his computer with his left fist pressed into his mouth and his elbow propped up on the desk. His right hand stayed out of view.

You removed your top, revealing your beautiful lingerie, and reached up to remove your glasses.

"Leave them on." Megumi urged. "Please."

You smiled, biting your lip, running your fingers down the left side of your neck and your shoulder slowly as you watched him take you in.

"That looks like a cozy spot you have there." he said, as he peeked behind you. "Why don't you go relax on the bed?"

You turned, looking at the bed, then back to him as you blushed, realizing where this is quickly headed. You flash him a coy smirk, "Okay."

You took the laptop with you and propped it up on a stack of books on the bedside table so that he could view the bed and you clearly.

"Good girl." He said, with a smile.

Your face turned pink as you saw his beautiful smile. "You're such a tease Megumi."

"Am I?" He replied, eyebrows raised. "Who says I'm teasing?"

You cut your eyes at him, suspicious.

"You gonna finish undressing for me?"

"Really?" you huffed, kinda surprised at yourself for doing this.

"Oh Absolutely. I told you. I wanna see you. All of you." He replied.

"Can I? Please?" he requested with a smirk curling up into the side of his adorable pouty lips that made you practically melt.

My god... what is this man doing to me?

Megumi spoke as though he heard your thoughts, "If you really don't want to, you don't have to. But... I really, really want you to."

You paused for a moment, but stayed locked into his gaze as you pulled your ponytail holder from your hair, shaking it out. You stepped back from the camera so he could get a better look. You unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, the lace top of your matching pink undies peeking out of them.

"Hmmm..." Megumi lets out a soft moan from behind the screen as he observes your movements with hooded eyes, slowly rubbing his lips with the back of his fingers, and bites down on his left thumb.

You lean into the screen, your cleavage being the only thing he sees for a moment while you shimmy out of your pants. They drop quickly, pooling around your heels.

Megumi's eyes widen. "You're wearing heels, too?!"

"Of course. I was working today." You smirk as you step back further from the camera to show him the black heels with pink soles you wore to work.

"Wow. You're stunning. I see why the guys there can't let you spend a moment alone. Can't say I blame them though. I wouldn't either."

You giggle playfully as you twirl around in your glasses, lingerie and heels.

"Oh my god … you're so gorgeous". He mutters as he's sitting there with his hand left covering his mouth. His right hand still under the table as his right arm moves ever so slightly.

You sit on the bed, peering at him, curiosity painted on your face. "What are you doing?" you giggled.

"Nothing." he lied.

"I don't believe you."

"I'm watching you, sweetness."

"Yea? But what else?" you asked, licking your lips, pressing your cleavage together as you got closer to the camera, the next song played softly:

Waterfall (I adore You) - Yebba

Megumi smirks, as if there was a small chance he didn't want you to know what he was actually up to. "Well... you have quite the affect on me. I'm enjoying the view."

"Can I see?"

"Can you see what?" he asked, teasing, but also knowing he wanted nothing more than for you to tell him.

"The affect I have on you."

"You have to say the magic word."

"Pleeeeease, Megumi?"

The moment you said that, his dick pulsed in his pants.

"May I see? Pretty please?" you begged, peeking over your glasses.

Now dying to show you, Megumi pushed his seat back from the computer, his enormous print chiseled into his dark denim jeans. He leaned back in the chair with his legs parted, propping his elbow up on the arm while his right hand groped his large bulge.

You could hardly contain your gasp as you saw him. You blushed hard and licked your lips, your core clenched so tightly you rubbed your thighs together as you body tingled all over. You turned away, gently rubbing the nape of your neck.

Megumi missed nothing. "You're hiding from me again." He scolded. I told you not to do that. You like what you see?"

Your heart pounded hard in your chest as you replied softly, "Yes."

"Then why don't you be a good girl and show me how much you like it?"

Your desire for him surged through every part of you in an instant. Pure want and arousal began to show up all over your face.

You moved back away from the screen, positioning yourself in the middle of he bed, leaning back on your palms, rubbing your legs together.

"There's my girl. Now open up those legs for me."

Your heart felt as if it would pound right out of your chest. Your body temperature rose steadily as he spoke. Need coursing hot through your veins as you breathing became heavier.

Why does this man have such an affect on me?

"Whats the matter, sweetness?' Megumi teased, seeing your reaction, and realizing you were no more immune than he was.

"I'm. . ." you opened your legs up slowly. Your cute pink undies revealed a spot slightly darker in color than the rest of the fabric.

Megumi suddenly began breathing heavier himself. "Mmhh...You're wet." his tongue peeked out from the corner of his parted lips.

"Yes." you breathed.

He leaned in to the screen, resting his mouth between his thumb and first finger. "Why is that? Hm?"

"I... I don't know." You began to squirm on the bed as your body betrayed you, refusing to conceal your feelings. Your eyes grew heavier.

"Sure you do."

Your pupils widened as adrenaline coursed through your body.

"Is there something you want?" Megumi asked, softly.

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

"I want … Megumi."

"Yea? And what do you want from me exactly?"

"I want Megumi... to touch me."

"Touch you where?"

You slid your hand from you hip, around to your inner thigh, sliding your fingers slowly up you middle, flinching as you touched your clit, throwing your head back.

Megumi's eyelids lowered slowly as he felt the adrenaline coarse through him. "You want me to touch you there? With what?" His voice, soft and low.

"With … with your hands." you moaned.

"And what else? Do you want anything else?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you want from me. Tell me clearly, exactly what you want from me."

"I want... I want Megumi's cock. Inside me."

Megumi took a deep breath as he watched you rub your hot middle with your fingers. You breaths were deep and heavy, as you writhed in desire. In want, in need of him.

"I want Megumi here."

"Take off your panties and let me see you." Megumi breathed.

You did as you were told.

Your Interlude - Sabrina Claudio

Blended into the air as Megumi pushed his seat back again, spread his legs open, and unzipped his pants. He released his thick dick, rubbing it from base to tip in his large hand, his eyes glued to the screen, glazed over as he bit his lip. Arousal painted all over his face.

Seeing him touch himself, holding that beautiful cock completely outside of your reach, your body called out to him fiercely. You laid your back down on the bed as you squirmed, aching for his thickness to be pressed inside you.

You squeezed your legs together as you covered yourself with your hand in an attempt to satiate yourself.

"No, baby..." Megumi commanded. "Open up. . . I want you to open up nice and wide for me. Let me see that pretty pussy."

You opened your legs slowly, revealing to him that you're dripping onto the bed as you massaged yourself with your hand.

"Fuck. You're so wet, for me baby. I want you so bad."

"Haah... I want you, too." You begin moving your fingers around in circles on your throbbing clit, as your entire body begged for Megumi's touch. You arched your back, pressing your head into the soft bed. "I remember... how you felt."

Megumi's stroked his cock as he listened to the sound of your sweet voice, and watched you writhe in desire for him.

"I remember your hands as they touched me." You lifted your other hand, squeezing your breasts. "Your lips, on my clit... how they kissed and sucked me... haaaah... ~Megumi..."

Megumi's brow furrowed hard against itself as you called out to him. his dick was rock hard, throbbing against in his hands, pulsing and calling back to you, as he stroked himself to your beautiful body.

"Your … your tongue..." you moaned, "How you … licked me over and over. Megumi... please... I want you so bad."

Chills went up and down his spine and goosebumps covered his skin as he watched you pleasure yourself by mimicking with your hands all the things he did to you that night.

He gazed lecherously, white hot longing in his veins. He fisted his length, squeezing and panting, wishing your wet, throbbing pussy was covering him, pressing down on it. An insatiable thirst took over, to feel your slick heat take every inch of him in.

Your fingers, now sopping with your wetness, slipped into your hole as he watched. Your moans were music to his hears, pulling the same from his mouth as his entire body trembled with erotic fervor.

His eyes... his hands... his lips... so visible, yet unable to touch you, drove your desire to the brink of unbearable as you pumped your fingers in and out of your core.

Megumi couldn't take his eyes off you. Your sexy heels pressing into the bed, your pretty legs curving up to your hips, your hands massaging places he couldn't, the beautiful arch in your back, the line in your neck leading up to your soft lips that called out his name.

He wanted to take you so badly. To drive his thick dick deep into your cunt, pound you relentlessly, and fill you up, making you his.

His large hands moved even faster across his cock as his frustration built from watching you cum all on your own, from thoughts of him.

You both peaked as your arousal poured out all over your hands. Megumi squeezed and pulled his throbbing, aching cock until his come spilled all over his...

He came, right there in his office, wanting, needing, aching to be inside you.

You both stared into the camera, breathless, looking into each others eyes through the blue screen. Realizing yet again your indescribable yearning, your thirst for one another that can only be quenched by closing the distance.

"When you get back here," Megumi proclaimed, catching his breath, "I want you to come to me. Come straight to me."

"Yes," you promised. "I will."

*~*~*~*~*

It seemed that night, seeing him that way, made things much harder. If you weren't thinking of him before, that sure as hell wasn't the case now.

Megumi was always on your mind.

Unfortunately, you got even busier as you drew closer to the end of your stay in India. Your team was leaving soon, so they wanted to be sure they took full advantage of your presence there.

At this point, all you wanted was to just get home. You wanted to see him. By the time your last day there arrived, you could barely concentrate on work.

Texting wasn't anywhere near enough. And since he had a show every week now, he was even harder to reach.

It felt as though this man had taken over your every thought. You longed to feel his touch. His eyes. His presence.

Your thoughts of Megumi were clouding your mind, spreading throughout your body like the sound of music on airwaves.

And now, you were finally on your way home.

You touched down at about 3pm, and though you remembered your promise you were also tremendously exhausted. Tired after being tugged every direction from your superiors and subordinates, and now you could add jetlag to the mix on top of attending a dinner.

You decided to go straight home and get some rest so you'd be prepared for whatever fresh hell was waiting for you at this event.

You were irritable. Anxious. Uncomfortable. And you really didn't want to drag Megumi into it. You just wanted to get it over with and go home. You told yourself you'd call him when it was over.

You showed up at a beautiful 4 star restaurant at 7pm in the heart of the city, relatively close to the place Megumi would play tomorrow night.

Why cant I stop thinking about him?

I wish he were here with me.

You felt so desired with Megumi. But still felt like you needed to keep a safe distance. He's on the fast track to success, and you really didn't want to be a distraction to him in any way. Regardless of your level of intimacy, you genuinely cared about him.

You were torn between complete and utter submission to your feelings, and maintaining some semblance of control, for your sake, or for his... Or … both?

When you walked in to the restaurant, your dad's party was set up in a private room filled with around 25 people. He was sitting with his buddies, chatting at the long dining table. You gave him his gift and said hello as you leaned in to speak to your grandmother.

Take Me Home - The Paper Kites

Played on the system. "I don't like those kinds of dresses they really make me look fat." she said to you, completely disregarding any type of formal greeting. "Turn around so I can see the back." She said, grabbing your arm, spinning you like you were a display rack at a truck stop. "You really shouldn't wear that either." she insulted.

You were already aching to leave.

Your dad said hi, giving you an uncomfortably crushing hug, and introduced you to the table as his 'talented daughter'. "She's super talented, but not as good as me!" he laughs at himself.

You thought of what it must have been like to have supportive parents like Megumi's as you sat at the table to order dinner. It was extremely hard to imagine. His life is truly admirable.

After nearly an hour of backhanded compliments, blatant insults, being interrupted mid-sentence, and ignored during any moment you mentioned anything about you, you couldn't take any more.

You felt like you were suffocating, surrounded by mean people you had no choice but to be with. People who really didn't give a shit about you. And this was family. Asking for a normal conversation among them was like pulling teeth.

All the rude comments, disrespect and/or disregard for others your dad practiced, even to the people he called "friends", your grandmother dug right in and either defended him or egged him on with phony laughs, then would turn right around and talk shit about him to the person sitting next to her.

She spent a lot of time putting on this "sweet" and "harmless" persona in public, but constantly belittled and hurt people in private. But she always made sure her insults were dressed up with a smile.

You'd tried. God how you'd tried. Tried talking to him, and to her. Many times. Tried heart to hearts that always resulted in them either walking away and not taking responsibility, or accountability for their behavior, or simply gaslighting you for speaking on it.

And today, no way were they gonna trap you into making a complete fool of yourself in public for calling them out on bullshit they know they're doing. Only to be gaslit again.

It was enough. You couldn't breathe. "I gotta go, Dad." You walked out of the event, even as he and your grandmother were asking you to stay. The contrast between your friends and family was glaring.

As soon as the fresh air hit your face you felt a weight lifted. Like you were released from prison. You walked what felt like 2 miles down the street in your dress and heels not realizing your cheeks were colder due to tears pouring down your face.

Why are they always like this?

Now I really can't call him. I can't dump all this on him.

You hailed a taxi and made it home.

You found yourself calling Nobara as you settled inside, telling her how it went. You let her go after a few minutes, trying to keep yourself from burdening her too much with your problems, and cried yourself to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*

Today was Megumi's show.

You wanted to go. You really did but … you felt like you needed more rest. A break. From everything. From doing anything. Being anything right now was just too much. You just didn't want to deal with any more right now.

You missed him but didn't call him because you knew he'd be busy; Preparing for the show, the show itself, the after party.

But... he called you.

You didn't answer.

Obviously not because you didn't want to talk, but because if you did, the venting, the waterworks, the unloading would start. Nobara had put up with you for years, the poor thing. But... would Megumi even understand?

Would he even want to deal with me if he knew how fucked up I am?

And now, since you'd waited so long, you were afraid to talk to him, afraid that he'd maybe want to end things. You didn't want to hear that from him. Not him.

He was your inspiration. One of the few lights you had in this world that lit up your life with happiness and brightness and fun. You didn't want to do anything to ruin that.

And you didn't want to bring him down. Unloading your hurt on to him isn't fair. He has so much going for him, why disrupt that?

How could you?

Nobara called. You didn't answer her either.

I'll just let this day pass. I'm tired.

~I'll just give everyone a break from dealing with me.

You had planned to go out with Nobara again tomorrow. A girls night.

I'll see her then.

And I'll hopefully see him... later.

*~*~*~*~*

Nobara scolded you as you sat at the bar.

Roslyn - Ben Pellow

Played on the speaker. "I told you. When you're having trouble like that, you can come to me." She urged.

"I know, but... I don't wanna be a burden." you replied.

"Why would you think you'd be a burden? Besides, you can't decide that for me. I'm your friend. I don't want you suffering alone. I love you. I care about what happens to you. I want you to be safe and happy."

"I'm sorry. I just … they were so awful. And I mean, combined with the way I was feeling after coming back from that trip, I was far too overwhelmed."

"Yeah. I could imagine." Nobara started. "I did talk you into going. I'm sorry if I pressured you."

"Oh my god no, it's not that at all. Attending wasn't the issue. I just … need them to treat me better. Although that'll probably never happen." You said, fidgeting with the bottom of your wine glass.

She paused for a minute as she looked down stirring her drink with her straw. "Megumi... asked about you." She continued without looking up.

It didn't sound like a good report.

"He was wondering if you got home ok. Asked if we'd heard from you. I told him I'd meet with you today."

You looked at her, considering what she said about you not reaching out to her. You looked outside the window as it started to rain. Turns out you did the last thing you wanted to.

Tears began pooling in your eyes. "I uh … I disappointed him. Didn't I?"

Nobara bit her bottom lip as she took a breath. "Look, we're almost done here." she said, finally looking up.

"This is the address to his studio." She put it into your phone. "He asked me to have you come by after our dinner. It's pretty close to this place. "Shouldn't take more than 5 minutes by taxi."

"I cant leave you here alone. It's late."

"Dori's on his way."

"Oh. Okay." you plugged an Uber ride into your phone. "Thanks Nobara. I love you. And I'm sorry."

"I love you too. Talk to him. Okay?"

*~*~*~*~*

You stood outside of his studio looking at the door, actually scared to face him clad in your little black slip dress and heels you wore out with Nobara. The rain started coming harder, so you went ahead inside without waiting for someone to come to the door.

When you walked in, Megumi was at his kit, practicing

Lippincott - Animals as Leaders

He didn't notice you at first, considering how loud he was playing. His eyes were closed, he was in his zone. You approached him slowly, nervously, fidgeting as you drew closer.

It was like it had been an eternity since you'd seen him play, also as insane as it was, he'd actually improved. You creeped forward, watching in amazement as he pulled off some of the most complex beats you'd heard from him yet.

He was mesmerizing to watch.

God. He's even more beautiful than I remember.

He smashed the last beat, and stopped immediately when he saw you. He stood up from his kit, breathing heavily, biting his lip in silence as he stared at you.

You averted your eyes down toward your fidgety hands, his gaze and dominance consuming you, as it always does.

That powerful presence of his.

"Nobara, she..." you glanced at him, catching a glimpse of his dark blues for a moment before looking away again. "she said you wanted me to come here. I can see you're busy, so I can-" you pointed toward the door.

"No." Megumi propped his sticks across his snare and walked away from the set slowly toward you, stopping a foot away. He stared for a moment, panting a bit. "I'm fine."

You seriously had a hard time looking him in the eye.

"Nobara told me about what happened …" he started, his breathing slowing, compassion and softness in his tone, blending with the soothing sound of the rain patting the roof. "...with your dad. That you had a hard time. I'm sorry."

"It's um... it's nothing." you huffed as you shook your head.

"It's not nothing. It's something. And it matters. You matter."

You glanced up at him for a second as he spoke those words, working hard to fight back more tears. You could feel your body trembling. It's possible he could see it, too.

"Come with me". he said, leading you to another door adjacent to the large room he played the drums in.

It was the office you saw during your video chat. It was much bigger than you'd imagined. There was a large window on the back wall, opposite the door, covered with blinds and thick black curtains. His swivel chair was positioned in front of the window, facing his desk, where his computer sat.

"Wait here for a sec." he asked, as he disappeared out the office door.

There was a large, plush rug in the middle of the room, and directly in front of you, a few feet from the door, was the back of a huge fluffy black suede couch which faced his desk. It was enormous, a half sectional, and must have been the one he'd slept on. There was no coffee table in front of it, but 2 small tables on either side. In addition to a loveseat on the left, and a chair on the right.

Your eyes traveled up the walls, widening as you noticed they were covered with accolades of all kinds. Photos of him, with different artists, awards and plaques from high school to after college, along with documented achievements and signatures.

Megumi was far more accomplished than you'd ever known. Albeit not a surprise to you. Seeing that on his wall, in his office, was awe-inspiring. He's a formidable man. An amazing man. But... you knew that. Right from the start.

His speaker was on low, playing

Snoh Aalegra - Do For Love

as you heard him locking up the front before he made it back into the office and closed the door, also locking that behind him.

"Megumi, I just... I didn't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I couldn't just..." you trailed off, realizing you were just posturing.

"This sounds familiar. You told me you'd be here."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to lie." you expressed with genuine regret, fighting back more tears.

He stared at you for what felt like an eternity. Your eyes refused to make contact with his out of fear you'd start bawling.

"I thought about calling you. Maybe asking you to go with me and-"

"I would have." He interrupted. "I would've gone with you. Been there for you. I would have supported you."

"But you were busy... I didn't want to impose..."

"You can't decide that for me. That's my decision to make. My decision, if I'm too busy, or if what you say or do is too much. I decide if it's too much for me. Its not."

As he spoke, he noticed you constantly shying away from him. "Look at me. Please."

You lifted your face up slowly, your eyes reaching his last. The look on his face surprised you. Even pained you a little. He looked genuinely hurt. Concerned. A hard line formed between his brows, his eyes, searching yours for reason. "I missed you".

You felt your heart skip a beat and whispered, "I missed you, too. And I'm sorry".

"Do you? He muttered, "and … are you?" concern still apparent in his features.

You gazed up at him, taking a deep breath. "Of course."

The longing in his eyes was far more than apparent than any form of frustration. "Show me." he requested.

"Show you... what?" You squinted, confused.

"That you're sorry."

A series of questions flooded your mind.

What? - being the most obvious.

"Show me that you're sorry." He repeated, seeing the confusion in your eyes. "Take off your dress and kneel".

You flinched, as your eyebrows shot up "Excuse me?"

"You … were bad." His dark blues piercing a hole directly into your eyes, making it clear that he's kidding you not, apparently.

"You lied. You neglected me." he slowly took two steps back toward his desk, leaned against it, crossing his arms and legs. He repeated, "You said you're sorry. So... Take off your dress... and kneel."

You stood watching him for a moment, your lips slowly parted, mimicking a jaw drop as you stared. He was dead serious.

You were searching your brain for the reason you were actually, even for a second, considering doing what he asked - no - told you to do. After scraping your upper molars with your tongue, in awe of the sheer size of his balls, your body began to move … In obedience.

You raised your dress up past your hips, pausing for a moment. You looked up at him as if expecting him to stop you. He didn't.

He simply stood there, looking away, waiting for you to do as he asked. His blank expression giving you no indication of emotion.

You continued, sliding your dress up over your curves, revealing more of your smooth, bare skin in the dimly lit room.

You tugged it over your breasts then up over your head and around your hair as it flung over your right shoulder.

You then tossed it on to the chair as you stood revealed, covered only in your black lace lingere and black heels.

Megumi slowly turned his face back to look at you. As his eyes took you in, you hear something similar to a gasp as you looked down toward the floor.

He pushed himself off of his desk, his hands behind his back. He took two slow strides toward you, stopping at your chest just centimeters shy of your body. He turned his head toward you, his hot breath wafting down your neck as he whispered, "Kneel".

You did as you were told, lowering your body slowly, planting one knee after the other on to the carpet, facing the window.

He grabbed a pillow from the chair, dropping it lightly to the floor in front of you.

You leaned in, sliding your knees on the pillow, far too nervous - and embarrassed - to meet his gaze, still looking down to the floor.

Megumi walked around you slowly, his gaze like warm soft hands, exploring all over your body... that tangible gaze you loved, covering you, regardless of what he was doing.

What was he doing?

Is this a...

punishment?

or … a consequence of some sort?

"I told you to come to me." He started, his voice firm and resolute. "I said, 'come straight to me'. I would have taken care of you. Given you what you wanted, or needed. I wanted to see you... touch you. I wanted to be with you. That's something that only you could give me. You promised me you would, but you didn't. And now... you will."

He stood in front of you, his waist, mere inches from your face.

"Take off my belt."

Your heart was racing, you mind wandering. What is he planning? Yet... you could see his bulge, his manhood begging for release from behind the confines of his jeans.

You did as you were told.

You reached up to his buckle, your core clenching at the sight of him. Your heart beat harder than ever as your trembling hands slid the leather strap through the buckle. Something about this was exciting.

You tried to avoid his bulge as you leaned in to pull the strap from the loops, your face mere centimeters away, as you finally slid it off.

He took the belt from your hands and walked behind you. After a few moments, you suddenly see the belt strap float past your face, resting across your collar bone. He'd wrapped it around your neck, securing it loosely in one of the notches he'd just created. The cold leather making your body shiver, the metal buckle sending a chill down your spine as it touched your skin.

He walked back around to face you. "Is this making you angry?"

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

You hesitated a moment, giving it sincere thought. "No."

He crossed his arms in front of him, "... what's your favorite color?"

Your brow furrowed a bit, "Turquoise."

"If you want me to stop. I'll stop immediately. If at any moment this becomes unbearable for you... say, 'Turquoise'. Do you understand?"

'Unbearable'?

Goosebumps pressed forward all over your body. "Yes."

Your heart was beating even faster now. You had never been here before. It was...

Slightly scary... but...

Somehow...

Wildly arousing...

What the hell is happening?

It was as if you were meeting a brand new version of yourself for the first time in your life. A version that you were surprised to find you enjoyed.

You slowly looked up at his face... as your gaze met his, your core clenched from deep inside you as if jump-starting your heart. Your breathing became heavier.

"Once we begin... Do not take your eyes off of mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir."

As your gaze remained glued to his, he unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. They pooled around his ankles as he stepped out of them. He was wearing deep red boxer briefs with a black band. They looked amazing on him. "Pull it out."

You had to grip the band of his boxers in each hand in order to pull them down. Your body tingled as your fingers made contact with his bare skin.

They grazed his smooth abs in front of each hip, as they curved down into the band, sliding outward around his waist, pulling them down over his perfectly round ass, then curving back around across his hipbone toward the smooth, jet black strands that trickled down his v-line.

He was rock hard, the fabric pulling taut against him. The band struggled over his bulge as you pulled them down. It sprang free; his large, throbbing cock, right in front of you. It was so... fucking beautiful.

The sight of it nearly made me cum...

"Take it in your hands and look at me."

Attempting to maintain your composure, you gripped the shaft, in both fucking hands. The moment you touched it, a shiver went through your entire body. It's temperature hot against your skin as clear fluid seeped from the tip.

You felt him flinch immediately also. You took a deep breath as you looked up at him. He trembled against your hand, his eyes closed, breathing hitched and heavy.

Tension spread like lightning throughout your body. You felt the slick, pooling between your legs, saliva filling your mouth as the fire inside you burned fiercely.

He slowly opened his eyes, holding your gaze. He ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it into a messy ponytail in the back of your head, held in place by his right hand.

He gripped the loose strap of the belt in his left, wrapping it in a firm hold. As you locked eyes with him, he spoke clearly and deeply, "Open your mouth".

... fuck! I almost came again...

Your entire body felt as if it were closing in on itself.

You did as you were told.

"Now... make me come." He pulled you forward by your "collar", your tongue making first impact on the thick, smooth tip. It was warm. Precum glazed your tongue, mixing with your saliva. The heady, slightly salty flavor blended with his familiar aroma, flooding your senses.

Tastes So Good - Sabrina Claudio

Played as your brow furrowed and dizziness took over. It was as if you'd been holding your breath, starving, for months. You exhaled on contact, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The taste of him...

The tender part of your lips wrapped firmly around him, gliding smoothly across his veiny shaft. Your body grew increasingly weaker as you fell under hypnosis. Tiny moans escaped your vocal chords as you trembled uncontrollably.

Megumi missed nothing. "Keep your eyes up here."

His voice... you slowly looked up into his eyes as your head bobbed, your tongue tracing the lines in his throbbing member as he pulled you further onto him. His fucking eyes... you had yet to see such fire.

I'm... so... so wet...

The desire to shove his cock between your legs grew more intense by the second. Your knees shook underneath you, pressing deeper into the pillow.

As Megumi observed your face, your quivering body, your glazed over blown out eyes, your pink cheeks, he groaned deeply, his mouth gaped open as his breathing hitched. His eyebrows pressed together as he watched you take him deeper down your throat.

He gripped your hair tighter. "That's it, sweetness. Very good..."

A chill went up and down your spine as he spoke. You wrapped your lips around him tighter, sucking a little harder, hoping to pull more praise from his mouth and more come from his cock.

Megumi's eyes fluttered shut as he threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward as he slowly fucked his dick into your mouth, only covering a fraction of his length.

You responded, just as a good girl should, using your hands to compensate for the parts of this beautifully engorged thing that your mouth struggled to envelop. Using your saliva to coat him, you hummed against his length savoring his heat and his flavor.

The sound of his moans were utterly intoxicating, urging your boldness forward. You gazed longingly into his eyes as you sucked him off, your hips moving, telltale signs of just how good all of this was making you feel.

Your brow furrowed in a silent plea for his approval as his dick pumped in and out of your pretty little mouth.

Megumi smirked, locs of your hair tickling his wrist as he yanked at your collar, widening your throat with each thrust as he continued fucking his cock into your face. "Yeah... Good girl." he grunted.

Noticing your constant trembling and the flutter of your eyes, he tilted his head, glancing between your thighs. His eyes widened, finding that you were dripping down your legs.

He gasped at the sight, a sharp tinge of adrenaline pulsing through his thick pretty cock as you held it in your mouth and your hands.

Your eyes closed as more of Megumi's precum spilled onto your tongue. You raised your chin up toward him, your pupils wide and your mouth wider, showing him just how good you can be for him.

Edging toward release at the sight of you, his hips bucked forward as he trembled, throwing his head back again, his hand tightening even more around your makeshift collar, the other around your hair.

He hissed "Aaah yes... I'm gonna come. Your mouth feels fucking incredible." He moaned as his thrusts stifled in pace. His mouth remained open, granting him more oxygen as he peaked. "Fuck! Don't stop."

As he pressed in deeper, pulling the leather and pushing his swollen head toward the back of your tiny throat, you hummed against him, with a slight gag and more saliva slipping past your fingers, tears pricking at your eyes.

You moved your hands faster, squelching and tightening your grip as they slid up and down his shaft, your wet tongue dancing around the tip, your lips plumped from the friction.

"I'm coming... fuck! I'm coming..." he moaned, trembling.

You tightened your mouth around him as you felt the warm, thick liquid shoot out from his tip to the back of your throat. The sound of his voice, the sensation of his strong hands shaking as it gripped your head, the pull of the collar, his moans as he came, all unbearably intoxicating.

Sure to lock onto his gaze, you raise your head as you pull him from your mouth, your lips sliding across the shaft all the way to the tip. You stayed there, your tongue orbiting and gliding over his slit, gently sucking the sensitive head, pulling every drop from inside.

Megumi practically doubled over in pleasure as he watched you suck at his oversensitive dick, a few more times for good measure, then letting go with a wet, satisfying smack.

He frowned deeply, still trembling and gawking at you in awe. He lifted his hand to your chin, pressing his thumb past your wet lips as he slipped it into your mouth, rubbing your tongue, finding no remnants of his seed. He stood there for a moment smirking, catching his breath, his dick refusing to lower its head. "Shit..." He moaned... "That's my good girl."

His praise satiated you. Gratified you. Megumi was fucking delectable. Inside and out. The pleasure that came with satisfying him was nothing short of incredible.

You wanted more. Needed more.

But... You were dying for him to... just … touch you. Aching for him to put his hands on your body. You desired him. Craved him.

In this short time, your connection, your compatibility, your chemistry, was all so perfectly aligned, regardless of anything else.

Megumi clearly wants you. Just you. And you wanted him back.

"Please..." you whispered.

Megumi froze at the sound of your voice.

"Please... touch me..." you pleaded.

Genuinely perplexed, he asked, "Am I not touching you now?"

"Please, Megumi." You answered as you looked up at him, trembling.

"I need … to feel your hands. ... just touch me. Anywhere... Everywhere... I want you, Megumi." as your tears welled, you allowed them to finally fall from your eyes.

Megumi held your hand, kneeling, wrapping his arm around your waist as he helped you up, your shaky legs threatening to give out from underneath you.

He cupped your cheek as he stabilized you with his strong arm, and pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that reinforced the longing apparent in every bit of his touch. His tongue danced excitedly across yours, his lips, caressing and sucking your softly.

"How's this?" He purred as he slid the back of his hand down your cheek, curving his fingers around to the nape of your neck.

"Perfect," you whispered, as you relaxed in his arms.

"Good." He muttered, "because we're not finished yet." pressing your cheek with his as he began kissing you on your neck. He then turned, and in one quick movement, pulled a handle on the couch, converting it into a bed.

"What the..?" you couldn't help but laugh. "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, I told you I have to sleep here sometimes. May as well be comfortable, right?" He shrugged, grinning.

"True … but uh … how many others have been here?" you asked, half joking, half thinking this might be where brings his fans?

Megumi turned his head toward you quickly, then chuckled as he held his head down. He looked back up at you with a grin. "Just you."

You cut your eyes at him in disbelief. "Just me, huh?"

He observed your expression, as he attempted to subdue a laugh, knowing how crazy it must've sounded to you. He paused for a second, then took a breath, "Do you have any idea, how expensive some of the things in this place are?" He squinted.

"Well..." you had some idea, but...

"I'm not asking out of arrogance … Maki and Yuta? They each have two guitars here. My kit, Toge's computers, one of his keyboards, and a Yamaha, Choso's mic's, not to mention the recording equipment, speakers, and …" He shook his head. "If I wanna bring somebody around for just a night, it damn sure won't be here."

Your eyebrows jumped as you smirked, pressing your lips into a hard line. "Makes sense..."

Megumi stepped toward you. His hand reaching up for your cheek as he leaned in to you, taking a breath wrapping his arm back around your waist as he pulled you close. His fingers grazed your chest as he gripped the strap of the belt, still hanging from your neck. "Are you okay with this?" And you knew he didn't mean just that.

You looked up at him as he leered at you though hooded blues. A sly, mischievous grin curling up into the corner of his mouth.

A chill went up your spine as you whispered, "Yes sir."

He leaned in to your ear, blessing you with those soft kisses you love, tickling your lobe. "Good..."

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<< Set 2 / Set 4 >>

Set 4 Preview: "... “We’d better go… before I lose control and devour you right here”.

Your heart skipped a beat, electricity surging through your veins as he spoke. What this man does to your body is sometimes inexplicable. But he was right. It’s time to go, or you’ll become extremely irresponsible in this moment.

You let out a heavy sigh, lifting your head up as he held you, looking into his eyes with a sultry gaze, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence. “Then let’s go, baby.” You whispered. Then leaned over to the couch, grabbing your bag and jacket. ..."

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Encanto Dashboard Simulator

haha guess who just decided to try something completely unhinged in an attempt to be funny and is probably failing miserably at it?

#im trying my best #this will probably crash and burn but hey at least i tried right #say hello to an encanto dashboard simulator #the movie but in tumblr lmao #or rather this is a day before the movie #also i think i fumbled on some of the characterizations...im sorry pls go easy on me ahahsfiuhasf #oh and dont question too much about time periods because i have no idea either #i kept it as vague as possible lmao

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Antonio Madrigal, the youngest member of the magical Madrigal family, will be having his 5th birthday and gift ceremony tomorrow!

The ceremony and celebration will be happening at Casita by 7 in the evening!

#madrigal ceremonies #the madrigals #madrigal family #antonio madrigal #the encanto

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does anyone have any theories on what the youngest madrigal's gift will be?

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maybe something similar to his siblings?? dolores has superhearing and camilo has shapeshifting. what could be a possible gift like those?

or maybe like his mom! something closer to nature, maybe

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as long as it isn't like his mother's gift, pretty much anything is good

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Hm.

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hey man @farmingwoes u really shouldnt be saying things like this, u know? i mean, what if a madrigal sees it? u'd be screwed!

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as if the family would check this hellsite

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u never know tho...they could literally be reading this right now

#theres always a chance ur words will come back to bite u #:]

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Finally, after three whole months of researching and writing, I have done it.

Here, in all its glory, is my analysis on why the Madrigals and their supporters are a cult, complete with sources, pictures, and pure undeniable proof to drill the point home and shut the doubters up.

Let's begin.

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I did not expect that tree to fall down the way it did.

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Ay...come here, mi amor.

#eheh...lo siento

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there's a donkey munching hay outside my house again...

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op, are you okay...did you get enough sleep

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⚫ Anonymous asked: any new projects you made recently? will you share them?

Oh! Well, I do have some things I created in the past few weeks. A stuff toy and some embroidered items ready for events...

Not sure yet if I'll share them but we can see how that goes!

#got a couple things prepared for my family #but we'll have to see if i'll share them hahaha #yeah

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Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, allusions to sex, hypocritical Bucky, discussions of alcohol use, hangovers

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: 🎶Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you! You got high on molly, and brought Steve to your room!🎶

A/N: The morning after.

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You woke up the following morning completely hungover, but in good spirits, nonetheless. You had had an amazing time at your party, and not even Bucky and Jade's surprise appearance could have put a damper on your evening. And, if you had told yourself yesterday that you would wake up with Steve Rogers in bed next to you, you would have laughed in your own face.

Life certainly was surprising.

Sometime in the night, your handkerchief top had gotten all twisted around you, and was no longer doing much to cover your chest, so you discarded it and grabbed Steve's button up shirt from where he had tossed it on the floor, putting it on to cover yourself and laughing when you saw it completely covered the skirt you were wearing. The man was massive. You stood up and stretched, your body aching from all of the previous night's physical activity.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze fell across the giant super soldier spread out on his stomach in your bed, his blond hair tousled and going in every direction.

"Take a picture; it will last longer," he murmured, not opening his eyes.

You laughed and crawled back onto the bed to sit next to him. "Rise and shine, Stevie," you sang.

"Not so loud," he groaned, putting a pillow over his head.

"Awww, has poor Captain America been felled by the evil Asgardian liquor?" you teased. "If only the Nazis had known your one true weakness. World War II would have ended so differently."

"Never again," Steve moaned, rolling over onto his back.

"See, I feel like you say 'never again,' yet there's always a next time," you joked, poking him in the side through his undershirt. "Come on, up and at'em, Cap. I gotta get ready to leave for Atlantic City."

Steve's eyes flew open at the mention of the mission. "Oh, shit," he said, sitting upright. "I need to make sure your fake IDs and documents are fully ready before you go!" He jumped to his feet, scrambling to put his shoes back on.

"Language, Cap," you teased as you walked him to the door.

You opened it for him, and he stepped out, then turned around to look at you. "Are we good, Pocket?" he asked, worry stretched across his brow. "I know last night was... Well, it wasn't our usual. I just want to make sure we're okay."

You leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. "We're golden, Stevie," you murmured. "Thank you for last night. You were great. Really." He smiled before pulling you in for a tight, one-armed hug.

"Thanks, Pocket." He kissed the crown of your head. "I'll see you in a bit." You closed the door behind him and let out a content sigh. You would not have anticipated ending last night the way you did, but you had to admit, you weren't upset with the way things had played out. You moved back into your room and grabbed your duffle bag out from underneath your bed. You still had a few hours left before you and Sam were scheduled to leave for New Jersey, but you hadn't yet packed a thing.

After a while, a knock on your door caught your attention. Smiling to yourself, you went to answer.

"Sorry, Stevie, you're not getting this shirt back any--" your voice faltered when you saw that it wasn't Steve standing at your door, but Bucky.

And he looked like shit. His eyes were rimmed in red, and he was still wearing the same clothes from last night. His face looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept. But the most noticeable thing of all was the hard set of his jaw.

"Are you trying to kill me, Pocket?" he asked with a voice that was rough with agony. "Did you really want to get back at me that badly?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Barnes," you said, your own voice clipped. You put your arms across your chest, feeling the need to cover yourself. The motion only served to draw Bucky's attention to what you were wearing.

"Is that his fucking shirt?" he growled, and for a moment, it was a sick mirror of the night the two of you had first slept together, but then you realized immediately-- this wasn't about you. It was about Steve.

"Relax, Barnes," you said, rolling your eyes. As if, for once, he truly gave a shit about you. "I'm not trying to seduce your boy to my dark side of the Force. He's still your best friend."

"Like hell he is, now!" Bucky shouted at you, and the ferocity of his words caused you to step back. Bucky advanced on you, stepping further into your room. “For fucks’ sake, (Y/N)! I asked one thing of you! I begged– if you ever wanted to sleep with someone to hurt me, I’d hate it, but I’d understand, but I told you if it was Steve it would fucking kill me!”

Bucky had never, ever called you by your real name before, and the sound of it from his mouth felt like a slap in the face. You'd told him how much you'd hated it, because it was the name your mother had given you, that you shared with her, and that version of you had died when you were finally able to escape from your old life.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” you said, and you were amazed you’d managed to keep your voice calm. Cold, emotionless. “How many times did I beg you to stay away from Carthage? How many times did you reduce me to a crying mess over her, knowing how much I despised her and what she was doing to us? But you just had to fuck her, anyway, didn’t you?

“And even now, you still rub it in my face and expect me to have any fucking respect for you? How dare you show up to my party with that filthy cunt by your side? Were you trying to embarrass me in front of everyone who actually cares about me? Do you get off on watching my heart break? On causing me pain?”

“I didn’t go to the party with her,” he said. He’d lowered the tone of his voice now, but it was still full of anger. “She showed up, kept following me. Asking me to be with her. I couldn’t get her away from me all night! I wanted to talk to you, to apologize, but I didn’t want to cause a scene, to take attention away from you.”

“Oh, well, my fucking hero, then,” you said, slowly clapping. “Forgive me if I don’t leap into your arms with gratitude. Seem to find myself out of fucks to give where you’re concerned. Can’t imagine why.”

“Because you’re with Steve now?” Bucky asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Who I do or do not sleep with stopped being your business the second you decided to stick your dick in that bitch,” you told him.

“It’s my business because you’re still my girl!” he shouted at you. You were sure Jade was having the time of her life listening in on your conversation right now. 

“Really?” you asked him, stone-faced. “Fucking really?! You need to go, Barnes." Your voice was cold, steady, and you were proud of yourself for not shaking the way you were shaking inside. "If you think I'm trying to steal Steve from you, you can go talk to him about it. I don't have anything more to say to you." You moved to the side of your door, holding it open for him, expectantly. He ran his hands through his hair.

"This is just cruel, Pocket," he murmured.

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" you asked him.

"Do you care about him?" he asked. “Or were you just trying to get back at me? To hurt my feelings like I hurt yours?”

"I believe you'll find I wasn't thinking about your feelings at all, Barnes. Now go away, before I have FRIDAY call Thor to kick your ass out of here." He looked at you before he left, and his expression was completely broken. If you hadn't been so angry at him, it would have made your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. But that sympathy belonged to a friend, to a lover, you didn't have anymore.

Finally, with a dejected sigh, Bucky walked out, leaving you to shut and lock the door behind him, though you knew that, if he really wanted to come back in, the flimsy lock would do nothing to stop him.

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the return of holo-tumblr (circa 19 BBY)

🐍 starlightandsecrets

"holo-tumblr isnt under empire control" cool can you guys get rid of live now

#well. at least we can still post about how we hate the empire

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idc about the empire im just glad the clone wars over

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sorry but if you think this empire is a good idea you legitimately dont know anything about politics

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On the first day of existence, the Empire wiped out the Jedi order, which is an act of genocide. Everyone should absolutely be concerned.

#tw empire defense #added to blocklist #mod aliina

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Funeral gown of Padmé Amidala, Senator and former Queen of Naboo

#naboo #padmé amidala #senator amidala #queen amidala #long live the republic

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so senator amidala was one of the members of the delegation of the 2000 who spoke out against palpatine and then she dies shortly after palpatine starts an empire…interesting…

#y talks #this is suspicious right. like its not just me.

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jsut got back from the outer rim whats happening

🎟️ curses-and-luck

bestie maybe go back to the outer rim

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Taylor Swift was spotted packing up her Coruscant apartment and leaving the planet after seemingly breaking things off with Sebulba.

#taylor swift #taylor swift updates

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so what u should do is go out and join your local rebel cell,

#fuck the empire !!

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a bitch, palpatine is

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