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kamiversee · 10 months ago

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.

Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemed— Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.

This summer was also spent single after you’d gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.

Ah, whatever, that’s all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and that’s where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.

And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.

Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no end— Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because it’s due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.

Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? He’d long since labeled it as a crush but that doesn’t excuse his journaling.

Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh sounds— from any pitch that’s ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell he’d written down.

His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he… Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who he’s never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.

Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesn’t see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this… He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojo’s almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.

Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didn’t matter.

On that day, Gojo should’ve listened to his own warnings. He should’ve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.

But instead, he only got worse.

—--

Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you he’d found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.

Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lil’ crush… Gojo doesn’t know how his… curiosity got so dark. He doesn’t know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasn’t exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsession— you were an obsession.

A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojo’s heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.

One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesn’t remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.

He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldn’t understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel you– to talk to you.

Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you.

Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what it’s like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-

Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesn’t know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.

So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. He’d lost it, hadn’t he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?

No, this is just his obsession. He’s not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and hand— maybe there’s no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someone…

Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didn’t just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about you…

He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.

And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.

His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell he’d just done. There was absolutely no way he’d nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was… No, he was losing it-, not even, he’d lost it already.

Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from… reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesn’t even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.

Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but he’s not a… actually, there’s really no word he could use to describe what he’s not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.

“Shit,” Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before he’s standing to his feet and walking over to the door.

The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. He’s not really about to do this, is he?

…

He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He whispers. There’s no way you’d gotten him this hard…

You and your… everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.

“Nope, I’m not doin’ this shit,” He whispered. He can’t jerk off to some girl he doesn’t even know. He shouldn’t.

It’d be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and there’d be no issue. But when you’re his friend’s friend… it’d be so weird of him to do so.

Even if you have the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wear— and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-

Gojo’s jaw drops a little, “Oh fuck,” His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.

He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.

Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.

What would anyone think if they found him like this…

One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldn’t do this. This is wrong-

A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and he’s jerking himself off without second thought. “Fuuck,” He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.

His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?

Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cock— already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?

Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?

Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him til’ he’s the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.

He wonders if you’d want him to talk you through it. Or if you’d talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, he’d consider himself a complete slut for you. He’d do whatever you wanted him to.

Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. “Fuck, fuck-,” He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. “Fuck me,” Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.

You’d probably praise him, wouldn’t you? Tell him how good he’s doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe you’d do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.

Gojo’s eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-

He’s cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much, he’s never been into that kinda thing before but when it’s you, shit… he can’t even control himself.

Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesn’t go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but it’s much too late to care.

The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then he’s thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.

Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. He’d treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure there’s always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.

By that point, he’s chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cum— all over that same picture he’d been staring at.

Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess he’d made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it away— telling himself he’d never do that again.

—---

Although, his little declaration didn’t last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on that’s not you.

Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?

With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojo’s opinion but he didn’t mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.

Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojo’s watch— an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.

By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.

Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.

For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didn’t question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.

Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).

Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brother— only that he’s a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.

Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didn’t put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since he’d seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.

As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which he’d finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.

On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that he’d finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesn’t really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after today— he’d grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you.

Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.

His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.

With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.

That may have been what his last straw was— the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high he’s had himself on ever since his obsession was born.

Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.

Of course, as soon as he tells himself he’s gonna clean up his act and do what’s right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.

Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.

—-

After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojo’s front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.

That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see.

That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.

Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.

Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, he’s made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.

Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasn’t allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didn’t understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.

Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojo— something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.

Sukuna raises a brow, “Fucks wrong with you?”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.

The pink-haired man tilts his head, “Then go use the bathroom? I’m not gonna leave without paying you so relax.”

Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction could’ve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.

Now, Sukuna doesn’t consider himself to be a nosy person— he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojo’s concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yuji’s babysitter so Sukuna didn’t see much interesting about the guy.

That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojo’s apartment. Sukuna’s eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojo’s apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.

Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they had— Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One could’ve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.

With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasn’t a book at all. It was a journal.

Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if he’d find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Y’know, something to get a laugh out of.

The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather… creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-

Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojo’s never spoken to you.

At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and… entertained.

So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukuna’s ears, he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to act like he wasn’t looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.

It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.

Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, “What-”

“My my, what a fucking pervert you are,” Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. “This is disgusting, really. I mean,” Sukuna glances back down and smiles, “You love this woman and you’ve never even spoken to her?”

All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, “I-”

“And you fantasize about fucking her quite often,” Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, “I can see why but shit… You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You-,” Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, “...You can see why? The hell does that mean-”

“She’s sexy, I get it. I see the lil’ pictures of her you’ve put in here,” Sukuna comments nonchalantly, “And yet, what I don’t get is this uh,” He clicks his tongue and smirks, “Obsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? That’s…” He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo can’t quite read.

Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, “I know it’s weird, I… I told myself I’m going to stop-”

“When?” Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, “When you’ve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment you’ve created?” He questions the man almost as if he’s speaking from… experience.

“W-What?” Gojo’s brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, “No, I-”

“Would you tell her how you’ve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?” The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.

“I haven’t been stalking her, I just-”

Sukuna looks down at the open page, “‘I especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.’ What sane man writes this shit about a woman he’s never spoken to, huh?”

“Sukuna just…” Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, “Just pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-”

“Aht aht,” Sukuna’s quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.”

For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasn’t exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he should’ve never left it on the counter.

He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, “...Are you gonna tell her?”

“Am I gonna tell her?” Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, “Ha! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, I’m not gonna tell her.”

Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, “Thank fuck-”

“You are,” Sukuna states.

And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.

It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.

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doubleragnarok · 10 months ago

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My friends, let me introduce you to my lazy mini-comic about the X-men "Evolution" AU. (You don't need to watch Evolution to understand it)

First read the text, then look at the accompanying picture below. Lets go ~

tw: blood. But nothing really scary is going on.

This summer, another new student entered Xavier School. They were older than the other students (23 y.o.), so those around them suspected that their X-gene had manifested later than the others. They asked to be called "Morph", and made friends with all the mutants so quickly it was surprising.

One day after a battle, Morph broke away from the others, and Jean asked Wolverine to find him.

Jean: Logan, we need your keen sense of smell!

Wolverine: There you are. And you look pretty scratched up.

Morph: How did you know it was me? Oh, yeah, your super-sense.

W: What's wrong with your face?

M: Oh, this?

M: This is my real face.

W: What's going on? Does it show up when you're hurt too badly?

M: What are you talking about, ha ha. I was just in too much pain to focus on holding the image. But the wounds are superficial, I'll be fine.

W: F@ck! Then why do you have such a mournful face, like you're dying?!

M: But my real form is terrible! Doesn't that bother you?

W: You should have realized by now who you're talking to. X-men will never judge you for being different from the rest of us. We are all just like you.

M: Yeah, when it comes to superpowers. But all the other x-men look good. Kurt has to change his look, but he's handsome!

You're all beautiful!

M: Now look at me. My skin color is like a corpse. My face looks like a skull, no pupils or irises. I don't even have a nose! It's like I'm not a human being, I'm a human template!

W: I'm the last person who cares about your outer beauty. No nose? But you breathe somehow, right? That's the most important thing.

W: Besides…

W: If you don't have a nose, it won't get in your way when you kiss.

M: Wait

Was he flirting with me?

M: WOW.

...

M: Maybe

M: Maybe I have a chance?

M: Besides, our age difference is not critical, right?

(Morph didn't yet know that the age difference was far greater than they realized)

It all started with @balkanbitch 's post and @baylecn 's drawings (I hope you draw something else on this theme). I couldn't help but join in.

Bonus: the first versions of Morph's design.

#morpherine #tw: blood #logan howlett #morph #x men evolution #x men #logan x morph #wolverine #markers #artist on tumblr #kevin sydney #wolverine x morph #вот такой вот полуфанфик-полукомикс полулошадь-полушлюз #my drawing

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icanseethefuture333 · 11 months ago

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PAC: Who wants to take a baecation with you (18+)

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Good Days by SZA

Jhené (xy) by SMAVS

Big Energy by Latto

Justice, Six of Wands, Four of Swords, The Fool, The Golden Mirror, Cupid’s Arrow, The Dragonfly, Hammer, Gifts, & Dating

You are seeking a partner who is fair and allows you to express the most wild parts of yourself. You could be someone who is considered a “lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets”. You maintain a clean image or could work in a very professional setting. I feel like you have a duality to yourself. For some of you, you could code switch or switch dialects when working and off work or you could also speak two different languages. When you are on your off days, you enjoy partying, going to the club, or hanging out with close friends. Your demeanor and style is very attractive to this person. The person who wishes to take a baecation with you could be very introverted. Not to sound rude, but they could be insecure of “wimpy” in comparison to you as well. They lack courage to go out in social settings and prefer more lowkey events. This person could admire you from afar - I’m hearing “wow I really wish I could eat them out” 😳. They find your scent to be really enticing and could want to smell your pheromones. They really want to have hot and sweaty sex with you 🫠🥴. They could want to hear what your moans sound like and it really frustrates them because they’re too scared to ask you out LOLLL. You could be on the more curvy side while this person is more thin and lanky in height, if not, then this person is just really intimidated by your beauty. Their dream is to ask you out and wine and dine you to get you into bed 😝. This person self sabotages though and could be very sensitive or prone to jealousy. So I don’t see this relationship being long term, more so a summer fling. They could please you sexually and vice versa - 69? 😳 you could have been single for a while and focusing on yourself since most suitors don’t seem to be the right fit but I see this person potentially giving you another chance at love again, even if it won’t be long term. You will find this person will exceed your expectations. You might think that they can’t handle you or you’re too much of them but boy will you be surprised 😩. Things will naturally unfold and this person could come forward if you take a light hearted approach. Complimenting them or doing light touches to tease them would make them fold in a heartbeat. Be careful of love bombing from romantic suitors as well this summer because your magnetism will just be so enticing!!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Aquaman by Jay Park

Whiplash by NCT 127

F*ck Me & Feed Me by Rendezvous At Two

Four of Wands, The Empress, Queen of Pentacles, The Hierophant, Kisses, Self Indulgence, Soulmates, Healing Heart, Mature Woman, & Past Life

I’m seeing sensual kisses 💋😩. This person wants to take it slow with you, pile 2. They are very romantic and traditional. This could be an anniversary with your current specific person or the partner you will be dating for a while. If you are single, then the date you will have with them will you have thinking “this could be my person”. You have been hoping to find someone who ticks all the boxes in your dream partner and I feel this person is who you will be looking for. The sex could feel like it’s deep in your soul 😩. Something about it is transformative and alluring. It reminds me of the scene with Nina and her friend from Love Jones when she said “his dick just talked to me.” “What did it say?” “Nina~”. They want to make you squirt and cum over and over 💦. You might cry or feel overstimulated after sex but I’m seeing this person is great with aftercare. This person will be helping you heal your heart. They want to make you feel good and is going to be giving you the princess treatment. They are focused on fulfilling your needs and making you happy. It sounds almost too be good to be true - but I want to tell you this is 100% the truth, pile 2! You are entering your grown woman era and need a partner to match this new confident energy of yours. Congrats baby 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️😏!

Pile 3

Shufflemancy -

Me & You by Central Cee

Hopscotch by Tinashe

There Goes My Baby by Usher

The Star, King of Wands, Eight of Pentacles, Death, Date, Seduction, Not Today, Palm Tree, Destiny, True Gem, Friendship, & Open Relationship

This energy is so much fun I love it ☀️🍹! I see this pile really embodying good vibes and enjoying the summer fun, you will have such a great time!!! I feel this summer you want to focus on traveling and not be tied down to anyone - but just because you’re not interested in a relationship doesn’t mean you wouldn’t like to have sex 👀. I’m seeing you attending events like festivals or concerts. You could make friends with people from various places and diverse backgrounds. Your instagram story or reels will have people enthralled. You could have a lot of people lurking on your page. You might be considered a micro celebrity or you could be really popular on social media. There is someone who has the hots for you and could slide in your dms. This person could treat you with gifts or court you on dates. Do you have an onlyfans 😳? If not, this person wants to see your nudes. You could avoid this person because you don’t want to be in a relationship but this person will be down for anything you want. Seeing how they are adventurous and how much they’re willing on to go out on dates is going to draw you to them. This will most likely be a friends with benefits situation or an open relationship. They could have really nice hands or something about them turns you on 🥴. This person wants to grab your breasts while you ride them. They could be a very touchy person and could like to smack your ass when you walk past them. “Quit playing with me with them sundresses before I do something about it 😒”. Oh my god they are so sick 😂 they are literally so obsessed with you but act like they aren’t. I feel like you're a sick individual as well, are you walking around with sundresses and no panties just to tease them?! If this person is out of state or out of the country, they would personally fly you out to them just to have sex with them, ugh 😩. I’m seeing hotels, beaches, and champagne bottles. You both could really like to be lavish and fuck in exotic places 🏝️ city girls up one ⬆️💯

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

All The Time by Jeremih ft Lil Wayne & Natasha Mosley

Slut Me Out by NLE Choppa

Soaked by Shy Smith

Three of Wands, Page of Swords, Seven of Swords, The Hanged Man, Love Call, The Phoenix, I Like You, Mask, Triangle, Fun Times, & Passion

Ummm it’s giving the Challenger?! You could be involved in some sort of throuple. You have optionssss, pile 4. There are two energies here that are prominent here in this reading. You could be seeing two people at once and will be trying to decide who’s better (…why not both). You’re keeping your game face on and not letting your guard down so easily, you will really make them work for it. You are going to attract people with your beauty and will receive a lot of love confessions this summer. People could message you or call you to ask you out or telling you how much they like you. For some of you, please do not play with people’s heart or if you are in a relationship - do not cheat!!! Have fun but do not play with fire if you can’t take the heat, pile 4. The sex you will have will be passionate and pleasurable. I’m seeing you being the more dominant one in the relationship, you will say what you like and don’t like very clearly. I feel that you will be a detached in comparison to the people you will go out with. There is a fear of letting your guard down or feel that love isn’t something capable for you. You are deserving of love as long as you believe so. Try to let loose and let people see the happy and playful side of yours! It’s ok to like someone romantically, smile and flirt! 🫠 I’m seeing that the person you will have sex with could have a big 🍆 or someone will have a strap on😳. People will literally be on their knees for it and will beg to have sex with you. You don’t give your body to just anyone and you put yourself on a pedestal! Good luck to those who wish to have sex with you because it will be a long game of sexy torture.

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

These Walls by Kendrick Lamar

Jump by Tyla ft Gunna & Skillibeng

Options by Doja Cat ft JID

The Magician, Queen of Wands, Two of Pentacles, Eight of Cups, Girl Talk, Lightning, Heartbroken, Healthy Choices, Ice King, & Karma

When Tinashe said “I’ve been a nasty girl” I know sure as hell she was talking about you!!! Pile 5, this is wild 😂. I’m seeing toys and vibrators, you and this person will not care about the when’s, ifs, and buts. This person could be older than you or more experienced and wish to show you the ropes. For some of you there will be a big age gap with you and this person. They find you to be so hot and just are in love with your curves. Some of you could have long hair or currently have extensions (especially braids). They want to wrap your hair around their wrists when you kiss 🥴. They like when you wear body glitter or when your skin glistens in the sun. They find your décolletage area so sexy. Titty fucking 😔? They could like when you throw it back when you fuck - doggy style? You could call your friends about the sex you have with this person when they're gone 🤣. Just being messy and silly on the phone lol. As the relationship progresses you will notice a shift or change in the dynamic. You will have to decide whether or not this relationship should continue or not. This person could want to settle down and take things more seriously, while you could still be concerned about your future.This person desires to be married with children while you could still be young and wanting to explore in life. Omg- I’m getting pregnancy scare for some of you. Please make sure to use protection when having sex with them. You could find this person addicting and could please you in all the right ways but may not find them to be a suitable partner or compatible romantically. You have to decide whether or not, you will walk away from this person to pursue a career, or be disappointed you walked away from it all. Remember to make choices with your brain and not just your heart and coochie😂.

Pile 6

Shufflemancy -

One Love by Monsta X

Just One Nite by Cassie

Somethin Tells Me by Bryson Tiller

Nine of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The Sun, Six of Pentacles, The Chaser, Separation, Coffee Cup, Ascending, Wallflower, New Love, & Courting

I feel this pile is younger or just more inexperienced. You could have not been in a relationship before or just intimate with others in general. You have a really soft and delicate nature to you, pile 6! You could feel that you’re not as sexy in comparison to other people but you can be just as sexy despite being shy or less experienced. You could have an issue with attachment or become clingy in your romantic pursuits. Pull back a little from the people you are attracted to. If you would allow people to come to you, you will see that you have more romantic interests than you may realize. You could currently have a crush on someone but this person does not give the same energy back. There is someone who finds you to be so pretty and cute, they feel protective over you. They find your energy sweet and sincere. They could wish to take you on a date and take a less traditional approach of dating. They could invite you to hang out with their friends or ask you to go for bubble tea or take you to the movies. This person could be inexperienced as well, they might have only had 1 or 2 partners that were long term relationships. They want to be respectful towards you but they do fantasize being with you sexually as well. Omg🫠🥰 this person is a talkerrr. They are the type to definitely talk you through it. “Is this okay?” “Am I making you feel good, baby?”. You could be someone who’s submissive sexually and they would find your whimpers and moans soooo sexy, it’s a major turn on for them. Your face in particular is their favorite. Ahegao? I'm seeing flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and your mouth being wide open. Your lips look so kissable to this person. For some of you, you and this person could have sex in either yours or their parent's house or in a dorm with their roommates there. They will try to keep you quiet by either kissing you, covering your mouth with their hand, or having you suck their fingers. They could ask you to make eye contact with them during it or not to look away. 😳 this person likes missionary, I mean legs over the shoulders missionary. They could find your nipples cute, especially if they’re pierced 💀? Enjoys playing with them. They want to cum with you at the same time, ugh I’m getting butterflies 🦋 😩. They would love it if you would grasp at their arms, dig your nails into their muscles, or tug on their hair, anything to let them know they’re doing a good job. They want to give you everything or be your first everything. I’m seeing flowers and stuffed animals, they like to see you smile and become joyful when they’re around. This person could heal a part of your inner child that felt rejected and not wanted, you will feel really protected and at home with them 🥹😭🩷 (brb as I go cry this is so pure and wholesome).

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

One Kiss by Dua Lipa

Feels Like by Nao

Strip by Chris Brown ft. Kevin McCall

Two of Wands, Three of Swords, The World, Queen of Swords, Sunglasses, Abundance, Cassette, Hand of Cards, Communication, & Long Distance

This feels like a long distance relationship to me. I’m getting cyber sex? 👀 maybe you and this person will meet online or through a dating app and things will get spicy from there 😚. This person really wants a whole show - they want you to strip for them on camera and show them what you could do. This person could like seeing you dance, are you a stripper, pile 7? I feel like you guys could know how to pole dance or the way your body moves just really entices this person, they can’t get enough of you. This person likes to take risks. They want to rip your clothes off! If you were to wear lingerie or buy stockings they’d want it off immediately, they might even just cut it off if you’re into that 👀. They like to sex to be a little risky, pull out method 💀. They could enjoy casinos, clubs, or any place that allows you to give into your vices. They could be into role play as well, pretending that you don’t know each other in public places and flirting. No offense, pile 7, but I feel like your partner will be corny LMFAOOOO. I feel like they watch too many movies (especially the x rated kind). You could find it entertaining though and just go along with it. You might be disappointed at the lack of romance during sex sometimes though, they could also cum fast. You could want them to be more romantic and this is something you would have to personally teach them (rip). They could be younger or more inexperienced than you while you are the more experienced/older one. They are more romantic via text and could show love by sending you words of affirmations or cute videos that remind you of them. You will really be cared for and admired by this person but to the best of their ability, they aren't exactly sure how to show affection. They have their ways that are a bit immature, but with patience the relationship could go however you want it. You have full control in this relationship, so do what you will with that information 👀.

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

Players by Coi Leray

Hot by Pia Mia

Regardless by Naomi Sharon

Ace of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Keys On A Ring, Love, The Butterfly, Passion, Past Love, & Union

I see that you have been looking for a new fling, pile 8. You could been in a on and off relationship or dating someone who you break up with and fall in love with again. You could often find yourself telling people that your relationship with this person is “complicated” or “we’re just talking”. This person could be wanting to avoid labels and you’re tired of having your heart strings being pulled. I see you putting yourself first this summer by realizing you have a choice in this relationship and do not need to feel stuck in this loop. You deserve so much better, pile 8! I see you making the necessary changes needed in your life and clearing out old energy by either cleaning your home and making way for new partners. I see some of you will be manifesting your dream partner by either visualizing how they interact with you or “hearing” what you would like them to say by responding to scenarios in your head. I see as you take care of yourself and seek other options romantically, this will make your current partner or past ex SOOOOO jealous! They’re going to feel threatened and worried you will walk away from them for good. I see them making an effort and wanting to get you back. Whatever the case might be, don’t let yourself fall into old patterns when you could attract a relationship that is so much better. If the relationship is worth working on, then so be it, but if it is not serving you for your highest good, then please walk away from this person! I also see someone else coming who will absolutely adore you. They are very charming and I’m hearing a lot of laughter. You and this person together could have a good time laughing and this will how they seduce you. This person is going to give you butterflies omg 😩. They could just be like “okay when we can stop joking and get to the bedroom 👀😈”. When you first meet this person, you could just pass each other everyday, and have brief conversations. This could be someone you meet in your daily routine, perhaps at a coffee shop or when you’re leaving from work. You could have long hair or something about your hair looks attractive to this person, they could want to pull on it and give you back shots 👀. There could be a size difference between you and this person but they will absolutely love it! Whether you or them are short/tall, slim, thick, etc, they’re willing to make it work 😂. You will have to decide between a partner who is humorous and flirtatious and a person who is more tender and old fashioned or this could mean your future partner has both qualities. The relationship has potential for long term commitment.

Pile 9

Shufflemancy -

Kisses Down Low by Kelly Rowland

Praise Jah In The Moonlight by YG Marley

He In His Feelings by Rubi Rose

Three of Cups, Eight of Wands, Knight of Swords, Nine of Wands, Stabbed In The Back, Boat, The Runner, Clock, Gossip, & Short-Term

You will be very popular this summer, pile 9! You are going to develop a social group that will be able to show your more feminine side and alluring qualities. I see you taking a trip or vacation with some close friends. You could meet someone while on vacation and they are going to come in QUICK. It might make you weary when you first meet this person because you could not want to focus on being in a relationship right now or don’t want wish to interact with someone romantically when you’re supposed to be spending time together with your friends. Some of the people in your circle could be jealous of you and the attention you attract. Please be careful and protect yourself energetically and physically when traveling with certain people! Especially if you’re still getting to know someone. You could find this friend or acquaintance of yours flirting with the person you like and they are going to be totally turned off by their behavior. I see you going “lol you tried it hoe”. The person who you will be dating this summer is very logical and not easily swayed. They are attracted to intelligence and skill. They could find some of the people in your friend group airheaded or not on your level, they might only enjoy the company of your closest friends but would avoid the rest all together if they could. I don’t see your relationship with this person being long term given the circumstances but you will enjoy their company outside of the drama in your friend group. They could allow you to unwind at their place and give the relaxation you need ☺️. This person could be good with their hands, I see them giving you back massages, or even rubbing your feet with oil. They find your shoulders, back, thighs, and feet in particular very attractive. I also see them liking your lips. They want to bite your bottom and give you slow, tongue kisses. I’m hearing “Ooo, you nasty😝” this person could be more serious while you are more playful. You really intrigue this person and find them catching themselves doing things out of their nature. They feel they are able to have fun and be their true self around you. I’m hearing “got a white boy on my roster, he be feeding me shrimp and lobster”. You could enter an interracial relationship or you and this person could be different in a lot of ways but it works for the both of you (whether economically, personality, culture, or age). Despite you only getting to be with this person for a short time, they will want to be able to see you again and find you really fascinating 🥰!

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grugruel · 1 year ago

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Bad News 1 |

Parts: 1/2, read part 2 HERE

Parings: dbf!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Inspired by, Call me by your name

Summary: Your fathers best friend accompanies you and your family to your summer house in the country. Sparks ignite as you grow closer, secretly spending one-on-one time together at night.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: plot with smut, secret-relationship, angst, choking, praise kink, petname (doll), oral sex (f recieving), pinv sex, fingering, creampie, c*ck warming.

AN: Ill make it into a series if yall like it, please enjoy!

Baring Throats

I leaned onto the windowsill, one arm stretched into the cool night air, holding a half smoked ciagrette as I rested my head in the crook of the other. A song filled the empty night, small birds and morning doves serenaded me beautifully, the occasional cranes interuppting with their paired cries.

I took a puff, exhailing slowly as I admired the view overlooking the garden, the vast grass plains surronding the house and the tree line in the distance. It separated us from the forest, obscuring the lake behind it and hiding all things wild. I glanced down the long road leading up to the house, and found a man walking along it.

Bucky, heading back from another venture into town. Perhaps he had visited a lady friend, which he had a good number of, perhaps it wasnt any of my concern. It shouldnt bother me, yet, it did.

I found my mind drifting, painting a picture of him in a bed, sweaty and naked, laying next to another woman and a spark of jealousy flared up inside me. The sound of footsteps on a gravel path approached, bringing me back to the moment, I blinked the images away and rebuked myself.

Looking down to the ground, my eyes met his. Smiling, I greeted him amd leaned over the sill. Nothing on but a thin t-shirt and a pair of panties, goosebumps prickled my skin. He smiled back at me. We looked at eachother in silent understanding, our business remaining our own. Wordlessly we communicated, I took another drag of the cigarette and he gestured for me to give him one, I held my index finger up, indicating for him to wait a second as I grabbed the pack and lighter from my nightstand, in turn tossing them down to him. Graciously he caught them and lit up, I nodded my head inside, asking him to join me. He took a long drag of the cig, considering me carefully, but he shook his head. Smiling increadolously, he pointed at me as if saying, "youre bad news" then snuffed his cigarette and went inside.

I heard him walking up the stairs, toward my room, the footsteps stopping just outside my door. Please knock, I begged, he seemed to be considering it, but a moment passed and then another, and at last he left. Entering his own room instead, opposite mine.

This had been our routine for the past few weeks, both being night owls, we'd sometimes encounter eachother on the premises. Coming from our separete affairs, but never asking the other where they'd been. We'd share a snack, talk in hushed voices, hold in laughs and shush eachother when we inevitably were to loud. It became our little secret, not because we did anything innapropriate, but simply because it were a few moments that belonged to just the two of us. Talking about things we couldnt talk about with anyone else. It had been innocent at first, but at some point had that charming smile of his begun to make me blush, at some point had his touching become more tender and at some point did our night time talks stop being accidental, but rather sought out. Last night, we'd come dangerously close to kissing and I think alarm bells sounded for the both of us, which is why we kept our distance tonight.

Dissapointed I went to bed, falling asleep with unseemly images of my fathers best friend clouding my mind.

I slept late into the next day, the sound of heavy rain battering the roof roused me from my sleep. As I got ready to go about my day, I found a note slid under my door, my lighter was inside, along with a few written words "Smoking is bad, you know. I'd better finish them for you :)" Chuckling, I saved the note, tucking it into my nightstand. Wiseass.

Due to poor weather and lack of outdoor activities, the family + one was gathered in the livingroom. My parents on one sofa, dad holding an arm around my mom as they read from the same book, my brother in the armchair and Bucky on the other sofa, everyone reading a variety of something. They all looked up as I entered the room, feigning surprise that I had finally joined them.

'Good afternoon stranger.' my father chuckled. I kissed my mothers cheek in greeting, she smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand in response as I passed them.

'About time you graced us with your prescence' Bucky teased, making my brother and mother join in with the cheerful joking.

I smirked and shook my head, waving my hands dissmissively, 'Very funny, I blame the weather.' I said and gestured toward the sky, sitting down on the empty seat next to Bucky. I laid my legs in his lap and leaned back against the armrest, propping my head up on a pillow. A conversation was struck up, talking about what I had missed, discussing resent books and making plans for tomorrow, it seemed like we'd go to the beach. Ocasionally, Bucky would grab and squeeze my legs when talking, in the same way some people gestured to get their point across.

As the chill of the evening drew closer, we lit a fire in the hearth and grabbed blankets. But a shortage occured, so I had to move closer to Bucky, he laid an arm across my shoulder as I curled up intill him so one blanket would be enough for the both of us. We grabbed a few bottles of wine, dusted off the old board games and got down to business. A heated game of monopoly ensued, followed by a short dinner break, eventually resulting in very drunk charades. Bucky and I teamed up, two versus three and we won regardless. Were all very competitve people, safe to say that none of us went to bed feeling very sportsmanlike that night. As the evening wound down, so did our energy, the wine was taking its toll. My legs were tucked against Buckys chest as I leaned my head against his shoulder, he circled his arms around my legs and rested his chin on my knees. Lazily the five of us talked for a while longer, enjoying the pleasent atmosphere of the night while we were still contious to do so. Eventually though, as laughs turned into yawns, Bucky and I offered to stay behind and clean up while the other three departed. Tidying went by quickly, we made a good team. As I discarded the last of the dishes in the sink, he put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead, trying to keep his focus on my eyes, 'Go to bed, doll. I got the rest.' He said, smiling sweetly, attempting to act sober and rubbed my shoulders tenderly.

I looked at him with hazy eyes, 'If you say so.' I answered, smiling lazily, then went upstairs. Between our rooms, there was a french balcony. It stood wide open, my parents had presumably opened it in a drunk hot-flash to let air in. I was headed for my room, but my mind drifted to the crisp, sublte wind calling my name. My feet changed direction by themselves, and magically I appeared in the opening.

Leaned against the doorframe, I fell half asleep, the rain had devolved into a drizzle, but the air was damp and pleasantly chilly against my skin. Involuntairy shivers took over my body, but I was to tired to move. I heard distant footsteps behind me, coming and going, and eventually coming back again. The steps approached and strong arms circled around my shoulders, a warm body pressing up against my back. He'd covered himself with a blanket, holding the ends in his hands and gift wrapped me into his embrace. I held onto his forearms, a smile kn my lips as I basked in his warmth.

He rested his head on my shoulder, 'You were gonna freeze.' He explained himself, whispering against my ear and sending a cold shiver through my spine. I leaned my head back against his chest, sighing happily as we stood silently, appreciating eachothers presence. I drunk his scent in as our breaths matched up, the birds singing for us once again.

'I want my cigs back.' I complained, drunkenly disturbing our peaceful moment.

Bucky chuckled, 'I dont want you to get cancer.' He protested, half-joking.

I turned around, alcohol causing the bounderies of a long friendship to blur. I placed my hands on his chest and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes, making them as big and pretty as a puppys 'Please?' I asked kindly.

He looked at me with adoration in his gaze, removing the blanket from himself and covering my shoulders with it. A smirk curved his lips as he looked at me, shaking his head in defeat. Wordslessly his manmersism spoke for him, 'Youre bad news." they told me, and this it would get the better of him. He grabbed my hand and led me into his room. Once inside he let go of me, opened his window and began rummaging around his dresser. I leaned my back against the windowsill, grabbing the lighter from my pocket and crossed my arms, wrapping the blanket tighter around me as I waited, watching him with a smile on my lips. His arm shot up into the air, displaying the packet proudly as he found them, 'I'll give you, one.' He told me quietly, a stern expression on his face.

My mouth fell open in disbelief, 'I payed for them!' I exclaimed, forgetting myself. Bucky put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, and walked up to me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and opened his hand expectantly, I gave him the lighter and he lit his cig, taking a puff and leaving it between his lips. He rested his elbows on the windowsill behind me and leaned forward, leveling his head with mine. Moving past my head, gracing my cheek with his as he blew the smoke out of the window, then leaned back. He had one arm on each side of me, crossed behind my back, he had me pinned between him and the window. Our faces were inches apart, both painfully aware that this wasnt appropriate of a daughter and the family friend, but the wine had pushed out any reason or logic of our minds. I couldnt help but look away, suddenly shy. Luring a smile from him as he observed the way a blush crept its way up my cheeks. I took the cig from him, my fingertips acidentally grazing his lips, and placed it between my own. I took a puff and faced him again, our eyes locked, sharing hidden thoughts through transparent gazes.

Energy sizzled in the air, building onto the tension between us, magnetizing it, pulling at the invisible string that connected us. 'Let me taste.' He whispered, inching closer. I hesitated, before slowly exhaling the smoke as he breathed it in, sharing the toxic cloud between us, poisoning our judgement. I felt myself drawn closer to him, the string pulling taunt on both ends, his lips a mere ghost over mine. Temptation coarsed through our veins, causing heavy breathing as we fought our urges. But we both gave in, in the end.

Our lips met in a soft kiss, he moved his arms from the windowsill and grabbed my waist. I was taken off guard, but welcomingly so. Complicated feelings bounced through my mind, but I couldnt back down now. I hurridly snuffed out the cigarette against the sill and snaked my hands around his neck as I kissed him back, pulling him closer. His hands found their way under my shirt, sliding up my torso until his fingertips touched the plush flesh of my breasts. He inhaled sharply, the oxygen returning to his brain as common sense flooded back to him. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, this was his best friends daughter. He tore free from the claws of desire, grabbing my arms and unhooking them from his neck, he backed up. I reached out for him, but he pulled away, sitting down at the end of his bed, he laid his head in his hands, a labored sigh leaving him.

'We cant, you know we cant.' He whispered, voice muffled against his palms. I did know, but I couldnt help it. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around his, grabbing his bicep as I rested my head against his shoulder. He sat straighter, letting one of his hands fall to my knee as the other stroked my hair, he kissed the top of my head.

'I just- Why did it turn out this way?' I asked him quietly, my voice quivering 'I know we cant, but. . .' I paused, thinking of the right words. His hand slid from my hair to gently caress my cheek, then tracing his fingers finger along my jaw until they found purchase under my chin and tilted my face to meet his. I searched his gaze for something unknow to me, 'I need you.' I whispered foolishly, my eyes watering, 'This is all your fault you know, your stupid smile and caring words.' I laughed mirthlessly, keeping my eyes locked on his, as a tear threatened to fall.

He cupped my face with boths hands, looking at me with a sorrowful expression as he leaned his forehead against mine.

'Bucky, please.' I whispered, leaning into his touch 'If you cant have me, stop this.' I pulled one of his hands from my face, clasping my own around it and kissed his palm softly before letting it fall to my lap.

'I cant get stuck. . . Wanting your love if you cannot give it to me.' I told him quietly, squeezing his hand as my voice broke, I leaned back, meeting his eyes again, pleading, 'Please say something.'

But he remained quiet as his eyes welled, admiring my blushed, tear streaked face.

My eyebrows furrowed, not understanding how he could be so cruel. A tear finally rolled down my cheek and my chin quivered in disbelief, I was nothing more than a naive girl to him.

I looked away, not wanting him to see the pain he caused me. I took his silence as a rejection and moved to stand, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from leaving, 'Let me go.' I cried silently, unwilling to face him as tears streamed down my cheeks. I stood again, pulling, trying to unclasp my hand from his grip but I could not, 'Please Buck, I cant do this.' I croaked, looking up at the ceiling as I tried to blink my tears away.

'Look at me.' He ordered softly, but I refused. 'Doll.' He whispered in warning, but hearing his name for me only made my cry harder, I pulled on his grip again but he was unrelenting. 'Sit, please.' He asked this time, desperation burried in his voice.

'No.' I answered, resolute.

As I was not cooperating, he took matters into his own hands. He pulled me back down and cupped my face as kissed me harshly, I fought him out of anger, but quickly melted into his touch, all was forgiven, it had always been.

He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth, moaning from just the taste of me. My hands found their way to his brown locs, burrying themselves, while his hands felt their way down my body. We fell backwards onto the bed and he cilimbed on top of me, pushing his knee between my legs to separate them. His lips found my neck, trailing kisses from my jaw to collarbone as his hand kneaded its way up my thigh, my skirt catching on his wrist. His lips left my skin as he sat up, scaring me for a moment as I thought he changed his mind. But he climbed down to the foot of the bed, knees on the floor and hooked his hands under my kees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hands found my panties and ripped them off, I gasped from the sudden gust of cold air hitting my wet core. He kissed my thighs, licking and nipping as he worked his way inwards, panting inbetween pecks, desperate to taste me. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes as he hovered over my core, his breath fanning over my clit, he looked like a crazed mad man. The anticipation was overflowing, I bit my lip, nodding for him to go ahead and he dove in. Lapping at my clit, tasting me. I almost screamed from the sudden sensation, but covered my mouth at the last second. I rutted my hips against him, hoping for further friction, but his hands grabbed my hips, holding me down so he could please with intention. I whined, grabbing at the sheets, pulling on them for support, It wasnt enough.

'More, more.' I moaned, and he obligingly latched onto my clit, sucking as two of his fingers found their way inside me, thrusting and curling at my pleasure. Breathy moans escaped me as I was getting closer to cumming.

'Close, real close' I managed with a mumbling voice, he squeezed my hip in reassurance, telling me it was alright. I hummed as the knot in my stumache pulled tighter, he pushed another finger inside me and im convinced I saw the light. I came tumbling over the edge, stiffling another scream by shoving my face into the bed. And as I was catching my breath, he kissed his way back up to me, climbing on top once again, he snaked one arm under my back to pull my shirt off, freeing my breasts, then lifted my hips to take my skirt off, followed by his own shirt and sweats. He was huge, no surpise there.

'You okay?' He asked, and I hummed in response, cupping his face and pulling him back up to my lips, kissing him with a burning passion. He pulled back, 'Use your words girl.' He said sternly.

'Need you.' I whispered, kissing him again.

'You sure doll?' he asked against my lips, I nodded enthusiastically.

'Please, Ive never wanted anything more.' I assured him. He hooked my leg onto his knee, raising it to get better access to my opening. I circled my other leg around his hip and he lined himself up with my entrance.

'Look at me.' He ordered again, and I met his eyes, gazes locked deeply as his tip teased my entrance. I admired his beautiful face as I circled my arms around his shoulders, preparing for whatever was to come. Suddenly he slid inside me and we gasped in unisome, he didnt move for a second so I could get used to his size. He stroked a strand of hair behind my ear as he admired my face, 'My beautiful girl.' He whispered, making my heart beat faster.

He pulled out of me and thrusted in again softly, setting a slow but intent pace. Each thrust took my breath away, all the while he was grunting in my ear. His hand found its way to my throat, closing around it and squeezed, putting slight pressure on it and stealing another moannfrom me in the process. He graced his nose against my cheek, kissing my jaw as he thrusted deeper, and I met them with desperate ruts, 'C'mon doll, just like that.' He encouraged me in a breathy voice, that alone couldve been enough to make me cum. He trailed kisses down my chest and latched onto my breast, taking it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my nipple as his hand found the other, kneading it intently.

'Getting- closer.' I hummed, but his thrusting slowed, eventually stopping completley. 'Buck?' I questioned, and he let go of my breasts, pulling out of me completley, pleasure and confusion mixed my mind into a strange mess. He backed up, grabbed my legs, raising them and in one solid motion hooked them onto his shoulders and thrust into me again, deeper than ever before. A loud moan tore through me, to blided by the feeling that I completley forgot about being silent. His hand quickly covered my mouth as he began a ruthlessly deep and hard pace, rocking my entire body. His mouth quickly replaced his hand, kissing me deepley, passionateley, in rythm with his thrusts.

'Almost there, doll.' He mumbled between kisses, I nodded, not able to for words, but I was close to. The knot in my stumache terribly close to coming undone once again. His thrustingbecame rougher, harder as he closed in on his orgasm, hitting that sweet spot every time. Our breaths were nothing more than frenzied moans, his pace faltered, giving it all he had for a few last thrusts before we both came undone. Warm liquid spurting into me as he collpased on top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and kissing my skin softly as we cought or breath, 'Good girl.' He whispered, 'My good, good girl.' He panted, still inside me as his seed slowly, sippered out of me.

My heart fluttered at his words as I fought to keep my eyes open, the alcohol and exhaustion from the day along with the bliss of our secret activities were catching up to us. He laid an arm around my ribbcage, pulling me closer to him, I hooked my leg over his hip and curled up to him. I gave him a quick peck on the lips as he kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

I woke up later in the night, but in my own room. I wouldve thought I had dreamt it all if it wasnt for the blanket tucked tightly around me, still smelling of him.

Read part two HERE <3

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 8 months ago

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Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl! (Ace x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Cowboy!Ace D. Portgas x Writer!Reader (Strangers to FWBs to Lovers)

Synopsis: As the author of some famous smutty romance novels, you decide to take a vacation in the countryside for a while to get over your breakup and work on your new book but you suffer from writer’s block. However, a meet-cute situation with a sexy farmhand who lives next door might be able to help you kill two birds with one stone.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Sexual Tension; Highkey Flirting; Tongue Kissing; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Clit Stimulation; Doggystyle; Nipple Piercings; Cowgirl/Riding; Ace Puts His Hat on Your Head While You Take His Big D*ck; Dom!Ace/sub!Reader; Reader Cums 2x; Creampie; Strangers to FWBs to Lovers; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I’ve had a MAJOR cowboy brain rot all summer & decided to write something as the season is ending. I love me some Ace 🥺🥺 him & his big, silly, sexy ass…I miss him. He didn’t d*e in my universe. ENJOY LOVELIES!! 💋💋🫶🏾🫶🏾 -Jazz

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While the countryside is beautiful, the absence of reception is not.

You sit in the driver’s seat of your rental, the AC cranked up high though you’re still sweating from anxiety and panic. Your pits are perspiring despite the cute little sundress you threw on to match your sunhat and sunglasses. You felt like a movie star boarding the train here, but now, all of that feeling of glamor is gone.

A thrush forest and fields of land surround you on the dirt road you’ve been driving down for over fifteen minutes now since you got off the train that put you in the countryside. You had originally come out here to indulge in nature, thinking it would help clear your head for your new book and heal your heart over your recent breakup that caused your writer’s block.

You’re a city girl, born and raised miles away from here. Despite your cute little one-bedroom-one-bathroom studio apartment, you get tired of being surrounded by skyrise buildings and smoggy streets when you write. You thought a change of scenery would do you some good, especially to distract you from the sight of the same couch and bed where your ex used to make love to you on.

But now, after seeing nothing but trees, grass, and cows for the past five minutes since you got lost, you’re becoming sick of it. You haven’t seen a single person or building since the train station!

“Dammit,” you huff, begrudgingly tossing your phone into the passenger’s seat with your laptop case and suitcase. You hate getting lost! You must’ve taken a left instead of a right and then steered off the trail your GPS set for you.

You keep the AC and gas running as you get out of the car. The heat immediately slaps you in the face and the sun glares at you, causing you to slide your sunglasses on top of your head used to hold your braids back onto your eyes. You shield the hot rays with your hand and look down the road. Nothing. Not even a barn. You’re completely stranded.

No people. No reception. You were never going to make it to that sweet, quaint little Airbnb you rented. You were scrolling on Booking.com you’ve seen so many commercials for three weeks ago when you came across the little cabin with central air, a wine cellar, and a back patio overlooking a lake. It is only ten miles from town and near some hiking trails for running.

You booked it immediately and spoke to the owner, a sweet Southern widow who let you rent it for the entire week for a cut because of your books. “I love your work!” she gushed over the phone. “I’m so honored you’re choosin’ my little home to help you write a new book! I’ll stack more wine in the cellar just for you!”

You may never get to enjoy that wine, the lake, or some sunbathing on the patio. You lean against your carhood, hopeless and exhausted. Maybe this will be a good inspiration for your book: a city girl gets lost in the countryside and realizes that a change of scenery can’t fix heartbreak. Then she dies of a broken heart (and starvation) in her rental and when someone finally finds her, she’ll be nothing but bones because the cows ate her.

There your whacked-out mind goes. You tilt your head to the sunny, blue sky, hoping God can see you and have mercy on your soul. “God,” you groan. “Please just send me someone.”

“Hey, there!” a sudden cheery, male voice chirps from behind you. You shriek and jump, turning around to face the stranger. “Shit!” you gasp, putting a hand on your jumping heart. “You scared the hell outta me!”

When your heart finally settles down, you realize just how cute the stranger is. He is tall and fit judging by how tight his black V-neck is under his flannel. A cowboy hat hits low on his nest of black curls and an adorable smattering of freckles adorn his cheeks. His jeans are just as tight with a large belt buckle on the front of his leather belt and his cowboy boots are scuffed.

It’s like he stepped out of a girl’s wettest Western dream, especially with the dog tags hanging from his thick neck and the leather bracelet on his wrist. He is hotter than the sun you’re standing in.

“Apologies,” he says, stifling a chuckle with his hands up. “I promise I don’t mean no farm. I just happened to see you just sittin’ here on the road and couldn’t help but wonder if you’re stealin’ my job.” His brown eyes are filled with humor and playfulness.

“Job?” you parrot, confused. “What are you—“

Suddenly, the hot stranger places two fingers on each hand in his mouth and blows a loud, shrill whistle. Immediately, each of the cows grazing in the grass and wandering in the road gather together near him. “C’mon, y’all!” he shouts. “Over here by the pretty truck! Out of the pretty lady’s way!”

You flush at his compliment but don’t focus too much on it. You’re too busy focusing on the cherry red pickup truck with the muddy wheels that you now see some yards behind your rental. How did you not hear him drive up?

The cows follow the cowboy and surround his truck, mooing and chewing. He leaves them there and comes running back to you, panting. “Sorry ‘bout that. Them cows ain’t too bright sometimes. One left the farm down the road and all of ‘em followed, so I got sent out to get ‘em.”

“Oh,” you say. “Well, that takes care of one problem. Thanks.”

He raises one eyebrow, curious. “One problem?” he ponders aloud. “Anything I can help you with, miss? Tell me if I’m wrong but ya look kinda…” He pauses, looking for the right word.

“Lost?” you sigh. He sniggers, shaking his head. “Distressed.” You take a moment to think about this. You really shouldn’t tell him since he’s a total stranger despite his cute freckles and eyes that remind you of a puppy’s. “Well, I am,” you sigh. “But nothing I can’t handle. Thank you again, Mr. uh….”

The cowboy smiles brightly at you and it’s like a punch in the face. He is quite handsome. “Ace,” he replies. “Ace D. Portgas. No, ‘Mr’, please. Just Ace.”

He puts out one of his big ringed hands for a shake. You slowly take it in your smaller one, noticing how calloused and rough his palm is…and how warm and strong it is. “Ace then,” you say, quickly pulling away. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N.”

Ace’s eyes fill with recognition immediately at the sound of your name. “The writer?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. You immediately break out into a smile, happy with the recognition. “So you’ve heard of me.”

He nods, shoving a hand in the pocket of his jeans. “Yeah, your stuff is pretty popular with the female population over here. I’ve seen some of your books in the town’s local bookstore before. Where ya from?”

“[City Name],” you reply, beaming from the newfound information You always love to hear about people loving and reading your work. Ace hums, nodding in understanding. “Ah, so you’re a city girl,” he draws, his Southern accent making a big appearance here. It makes something in your stomach grow warm.

You place your hands on your hips, pursing your lips. “Are you about to give me that ‘the country is better than the city’ crap?” you playfully scoff.

Ace gapes at you, playing into your mock disagreement. “What?! No way….except we’ve got better people.” You laugh, giving him that one. “Oh, that I agree with! Everyone here is so nice!”

Literally everyone. The train conductor, the workers at the train station, the nice man who held the door for you…maybe even this sexy cowboy. It must be the clean air and environment without the buildings, hustle, and crowds of people. “So what’s a talented gal like you doin’ all the way down here?” He curiously asks. “Ya got family here?”

Despite your situation, you find yourself enjoying conversing with Ace. It’s easy, unlike with your ex. “I’m writing a new book at the Airbnb I rented…which I’m no closer to getting to ‘cause I can’t follow directions.”

Ace’s smile fades. “Really? Where’s it at? Maybe I can help ya get there.” Your blood pressure rises as your brain begins to go through every possible reason to not give this man the address to your weekend home. “Um….”

Realization flickers in Ace’s eyes and he nods in understanding. “I get it: stranger danger. If ya want, I can tell you the directions and let ya drive off. Promise.” He puts his right hand up as if he’s on the stand at a trial. “I only wanna help a celebrity out.”

His friendly smile and nature seem genuine despite that twist in your stomach telling you differently. However, you don’t hear any warning signs blaring in your head and your gut isn’t giving you that kick of intuition. Throwing caution to the wind, you tell him: “It’s on 21 North Oakwood Lane.”

You watch as Ace’s eyes widen in excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Forreal?! That’s where my farm is at! I bet my neighbor is the one you’re rentin’ from! Mable Chestnut ring any bells?”

Your brain immediately reacts to the Airbnb owner’s name. “Yeah, that’s her!” you exclaim. “You live there too?” He nods, beaming brightly at you. “Yes, ma’am, and you’re a long way away from that, honey. You must’ve taken a wrong turn completely.”

You huff, feeling the stress return. Of course, you took a wrong turn. Unbeknownst to you, Ace feels bad for the pretty woman standing in front of him and instantly wants to make her feel better. So he clears his throat, gaining your attention. “I’ll tell ya what: if you want, I can hop in my pickup truck and lead you to your place. I know these trails like the back of my hand.”

“I’m sure you do,” you reply, laughing slightly. “You’re a cowboy, aren’t you?” His lips twist in a lopsided smirk that makes your insides curl. “Yes, ma’am. That and a farmhand. I wrangle horses, cows, bulls, anythin’ you can think of. My job requires that I know the ins and outs of my town.”

You can tell he’s telling the truth, but the logical part of you is still wary. “I dunno,” you admit, awkwardly playing with the hem of our dress. “I mean, you seem sweet and legit, but I barely know you and—“

“Oh, you found ‘em!” a voice rings out. You turn, seeing a blue truck with a wooden crate stopping next to Ace’s truck. An older couple with silver-white hair and matching boots come sliding out of the front, looking relieved to see their cows. The wife, in her flowery skirt, whistles at the cows. “My precious babies! Get y’all asses on that damn truck!”

She begins berating them as the animals climb up the wooden ramp to the cart, piling in one after the other. Her husband, wearing jeans, flannel, and a cowboy hat, helps her by whistling to them. Once they’re all in, he locks the crate and walks up to Ace with his wife, giving you a hello as they do. “Oh, Ace, what would I do without you?” The wife sighs, taking the young cowboy’s hand in her wrinkled ones. “I’ll have to bake you more of that apple pie to thank you.”

Ace smiles, tipping his hat at them. “It’s no problem, Mr. And Mrs. Phelps. Just doin’ my job.” Mr. Phelps pats him on the back, laughing. “Well, you prove to be fit for your job every time, young man.”

“I’ll deliver the pie tomorrow,” Mrs. Phelps says with a wink. “You still live at 20 Oakwood Lane?” Ace nods and thanks them before the old couple walk back to their truck, get in, and go driving off with their cows in the back.

He turns back to you, a smug smile on his face. With defeat, you give in to his proposal. “Okay, fine,” you sigh. “We’ll try it your way.”

He grins, bowing slightly in thanks, grateful for you putting your trust in him. But it ain’t like you’ve got a choice at this point. But if you had said no, maybe he would’ve called the cops or something to help you. He seems like a genuine, sweet type of man…but then again, you thought the same about your ex before he cheated. “I won’t letcha down, missy. Now let’s getcha to your luxury suite!”

He turns and races off to his truck. As he does, the back of his flannel floats up, giving you a peek of his backside. Your mouth waters at the sight of his plump, firm ass in those jeans. Maybe you will have a nice time here after all.

After getting in your car and following Ace’s truck down the road, he takes you in the right direction that your GPS states. You decided to turn it on just to make sure Ace wasn’t taking you somewhere else. The drive is only eight minutes and finally, trees fall away to a beautiful clearing of brick homes and farms down a dirt road.

You finally come to your Airbnb and it’s just as cute in real life as it was in its photos. The white tiled roof and window outline combined with the buttery yellow color of the outside of the house reminds you of a frosted cake as you park your car in front of it. The house is located on ten acres of land that the owner owns and tends to, including a fruit orchard that you most definitely will enjoy tomorrow.

You go up to the azalea bushes planted at the white picket fence surrounding the cobbled stone walkway and steps. Bending down, you move one of the stones–a gray one shaped like a heart–and take the house key from under it. Ms. Chestnut made sure to tell you where to find it before she left.

Clutching the key to your chest, you turn and find Ace lugging your bags out of the backseat of your car, including your laptop case. As he does, you watch as his arms flex enticingly so. He has taken off his flannel, probably too hot in the afternoon heat to wear even the lightest of long-sleeved tops.

“Aaaand here we are,” he announces, bringing the luggage up to you. You go to take your suitcase, feeling bad for his work. “Oh, you don’t have to—“

“Nonsense! It’s barely heavy for me.” He gives you a wink before nodding at the locked door, looking just as excited as you.

You snort and unlock the door, giving way to a gorgeous living room with hardwood floors and a sunroom that meets an expensive-looking dining room filled with fine China dishes. On the left is an older-looking kitchen with a cartoon cat cuckoo clock and an adorable fruit-shaped cooking set and a washroom that leads outside to the back patio.

Ace whistles approvingly, looking around the house. “Beautiful place. I can see why ya rented here to write your new book. What’s it about, if I may ask?” He runs his boots on the ‘Welcome’ rug at the door before coming in with your luggage. He hands you your laptop before placing your suitcase and bag down gently on the floor.

You don’t know why you tell him, but something inside you tells you that it’s okay to do so: “Heartbreak.”

You watch as the cowboy pauses and then slowly turns to stare at you. You clear your throat to appear neutral and blasè like your past relationship and how it ended don’t still sting. “I didn’t just come here to write,” you explain. “I also came here to clear my head over my recent breakup. Working helps.”

Ace’s expression is unreadable. He stands with his hands in his pockets, his jaw working slightly. You now can see that he’s chewing gum. “Long term?” he asks. You nod, fighting back tears. “Three years.”

Three years of what you thought was the beginning of forever for you. You had met his parents; took trips with him; moved him into your apartment a year after you started dating. It was so nice when he came home to you after his shifts as a lawyer, the both of you snuggling with takeout and puffing on some weed to calm the nerves. You loved those nights with him.

But then those nights became ones of loneliness and suspicion when he wouldn’t come home till the AM. You started fighting and growing more apart until one day, while he was showering, you answered his phone on a call meant for him. Clearly, because the girl on the other line was asking you if you were still on for her place that night thinking you were your man…who apparently wasn’t just your man.

After denying it, he admitted to sleeping with his coworker for two months. “You were so busy with your books!” he had argued. “I needed you too, Y/N!”

Of course, that didn’t fly with you. As a grown-ass man, he was more than capable of communicating with you and never did. So, after three years, you ended your relationship and he moved out within a week. Learning to live without him is more than hard, but you’re learning with every step.

Ace whistles as if winded by your answer. “I’m very sorry to hear that, but one thing I know is that you won’t get no clearin’ your head out in the city. No offense.” He gives you a joking smile that brightens the room. “None taken,” you giggle. “That’s why I came out here.”

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “That was a good idea. You may never wanna go home though.” He stands there like a tall, sexy tree you’d like to climb. His personality and energy only make your attraction to him much worse.

You don’t know if he feels the tension in the air too, but his smile fades and his eyes fill with a spark you think you just imagine. Finally, he clears his throat and plasters on a smile. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it then. If you ever need anythin’, just gimme a knock across the way.”

You walk him to the door and he points down the road at a small ranch with a red barn where you hear distant neighing horses. “That little ranch next to the red barn is me,” he explains. You could walk there with how close he is. Knowing that makes your stomach twirl.

All you can do is nod and he bids you farewell before walking down the steps in his boots. You watch him, eyeing his flexing back muscles, suntanned shoulders, and the dusting of freckles on his skin like star constellations. He is almost down the road when you give in to your urges.

“Ace, wait!” you call. He stops, turning to face you. “Do you have a CashApp? Or I can pay you in cash.”

But the cowboy shakes his head, smiling at you. “Keep it,” he says. “Just lookin’ out for a pretty woman.” He tips his hat at you, that spark returning in his eyes. “Enjoy your stay, Y/N.”

Then he turns and walks off, taking that beautiful back and juicy ass with him. You decide right then that you’ll definitely enjoy your stay here with that cowboy being just one knock away.

*********

“Fuck, Y/N, you are soooo lucky!” Nami whines into your ear. “I wish I was laying out in the sun by the wate with my tits out too!”

“My tits aren’t out,” you snort. “I’m just in a bikini top.” You take a sip of your Moscato chilling in a glass of ice cubes and sliced oranges, sighing peacefully at the crisp, fruity taste.

Placing it back on the small table with your laptop, you look down at your phone screen where your beautiful, redheaded friend’s face is. It is the next day of your writer’s vacay and you’re spending it stretched out on the back patio in your bikini and sunglasses, lounging on a beach chair near the lake that sparkles and shimmers in the summer sun.

“That still counts!” Nanami argues. “You’ll get a tan for days! Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You scoff, rolling your eyes behind your ray bans. “Girl, aren’t you on an anniversary trip up in the mountains with your woman? Your Airbnb is just as beautiful as mine, plus you got a great view!”

Nami, your best friend and soulmate, is out in the mountains with her long-term girlfriend and soon-to-be-fiance, Robin who is so beautiful that you swore you had a crush on her when you first met her.

Both, along with a couple of other friends you’ve made over the years, surrounded you with love and support during your breakup. Zoro and Sanji, the married couple you’ve been tight with since you moved into your complex, even told you they’d beat your ex up if you asked them to. Of course, you said no, but you fantasize about it to make you laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s raining here,” Nami sighs, laying back on a pillow. “We’ve been cooped up in the house all day, but we do have a dinner reservation at a five-star restaurant tonight that’ll make up for it. She knows how to make me happy.” She breaks out into a dreamy smile you know all too well about.

“You’re so lucky,” you sigh, envious of your friend’s love. “You guys have been together for a long time though. Five years! That’s crazy!”

Nami nods, still looking in love and happy. “And it takes a lot of work, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You’ll find that again, too Y/N…with the right person, of course. That scummy ex of yours was just a closed door.”

You peer out over the water, seeing a sliver of Ace’s farm through the thrush, green forest. From this angle, you can see the wagging tails of horses in their shed and hear the crowing of roosters. “I guess,” you sigh.

As if reading your mind, Nami discusses the man who has been on your mind since yesterday. “Well, how ‘bout you do some practice on that cute cowboy you told me about?” she suggestively purrs. “You are there for a week. Why not use it to dust off that–”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you cut her off, putting up a hand. “I’m not having any kind of sex with a stranger, no matter how cute or sweet he is. Besides, I don’t even know how old he is! He could be a fuckin’ teenager for all I know.”

Despite you making logical excuses for not going over to his house and hopping on that man’s dick right now, you still can’t stop yourself from thinking about him. Yesterday afternoon, you went out into town to shop for some cute dresses and groceries for meals (including the wine), thinking this would help distract you from nasty thoughts of him.

But alas, when night fell and you finished your glass of wine and your much-needed blunt to end the evening, your dreams were all about him whispering dirty, sweet nothings to you in his Southern drawl while he bounced you on his cock. You were so pent up that you had to relieve yourself with the toy you packed and then take a cold shower…both did NOTHING to tame you.

You want him bad. You’ve never felt such an attraction to someone before. Not since your ex, anyway. It’s exciting but also alarming. Your plan wasn’t to use a man to get over your breakup or writer’s block. Speaking of which, you haven’t written much of a first draft for your book yet. You most that you’ve gotten is a plot outline and you feel even that is lackluster.

“Well, who is he?” Nami pushes. “You didn’t even tell me his name!” You once again roll your eyes and lower your voice as if the cowboy can hear you over the lake: “It’s Ace D. Portgas.”

Nami’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Omigod!” she squeals into your ears, making you jump. “Y/N, I know him! You remember my friend Luffy’s adopted older brother? The one who owns his own farm?”

Your mind traces back to the moment any of this was revealed to you and you realize that it was a year ago during a trip to the zoo where Luffy gushed over the horses and said his brother trains them. “Oh, my God, that’s him?!” you gasp, laughing in disbelief. “The wealthy one? What a small world!”

“Now you have a reason to talk to him, girl!” Nami encourages you. You go over to his place, ask him for a drink, and spend the rest of your trip in his bed…and then you’ll take me on a cruise when he cuffs you.” She winks at you, but you know she’s serious.

“That’s not gonna happen,” you chuckle. “He’s a nice guy, but I didn’t come here to hook up with no cowboy. I came here to relax and write my book.” The redhead pulls a look, rolling her eyes. “And what better way to do all of that than get with a country boy? Besides, that would make for a great story.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Whatever,” you scoff as she giggles. “Just go and tell Robin I said hi. And if I do happen to build a relationship with the cowboy, she’ll be the one I take on a cruise.” Nami, with her dramatic ass, gapes at you. “Take that back!”

“Love you, byeeee!” You blow her a kiss before ending the FaceTime call and lowering it facedown on the table to avoid the sun burning the screen. You take another sip of your wine and then hunker back down to your book that you’re no closer to outlining.

So far in the plot, a woman named Suzi has received notice of a house she has inherited from her deceased grandmother whom she realizes has many secrets, including setting her up to marry Johnson, a wealthy owner of a wine garden that her grandma somehow knows.

But all those ideas go down the drain when you happen to look up and see the man who has been haunting your frequent dreams. And he’s shirtless. Though his back is to you, that doesn’t mean Ace’s back doesn’t make your stomach flutter like it’s filled with butterflies. He is busy tending to his horses, filling their drinking station with fresh water and cleaning out bails of old hay. His arm and back muscles flex in the sun that glints off of the sweat dripping off of his tanned skin. “Oh, fuck,” you exhale.

He’s a beautiful, beautiful man. You can almost taste the sweat off of his skin as you lick up his skin and neck. His back is tatted with a purple skull with a bone caught between his teeth. Your body reacts just as your mind does, arousal making you throb. “Dammit,” you sigh, slamming your laptop closed. You definitely can’t write in this condition. This man is making everything too damn hard for you!

Now you know another distraction won’t do anything for you. You need to just swallow your pride and fear of rejection, and just go over there!

To not make it seem like you just came straight out the house to see him, you go inside to strip off your bikini and change into some sneakers, running shorts, and a sports bra that holds up your girls. You take your phone and house key with you before cutting through the woods for a short time towards Ace’s place, lightly jogging as you do. The sun glints through the trees and sweat begins to gather on your forehead and under your boobs.

Finally, you cut through the woods to the front of Ace’s house and nearly scream at the sudden sight of a caramel-colored horse galloping in front of you, nearly knocking you over. “Suzi!” Ace calls. “Dammit, don’t run in the street!” He whistles, causing the horse to stop before she gets any farther away and flips her tail.

You turn, finding the shirtless cowboy standing behind you. You nearly combust at the sight of his cut abs, the silver bars in his pink nipples, and the scattering of tattoos on his skin. One is of a skull engulfed in flames on his shoulder and the others are two names inked across his wrists.

“Oh, hey!” he chirps, looking happy to see you despite your short-circuiting brain. “What a surprise. You decided to take a break to come see little ol’ me?”

He puts his hands on his hips, drawing your eyes to his V-line. “I-I was just takin’ a jog,” you stammer. “And I just wanted to thank you again for helping me yesterday. Sorry I was so hesitant.” Ace looks happy nonetheless and you think you even see his eyes quickly trace over your outfit. “Don’t even apologize. You enjoyin’ yourself so far?”

He snaps at Suzi who comes tottering up to him, her hooves clicking. You nod, admiring the pretty steed. “Yeah, you’ve got a nice little home here. Went out shopping yesterday and did some writing today.”

The cowboy nods, petting Suzi’s side. “Uh-huh, I saw you soakin’ up those rays earlier…n-not that I was starin’ at you! I just happened to look over and see you.” His face grows adorably red at his jumbled words. It only makes him more endearing to you.

“I get it,” you giggle. “I came over to pay you for yesterday, but if you still aren’t gonna take my money, maybe I can pay you back with lunch or a drink?”

The words just slip out, possibly because of how confident you feel over Ace’s blush and nervous blunder. You don’t know what you expect, but definitely not what he says next:

“Oh,” is all he replies with.

The silence that follows makes you want to die. “O-Or not if you’re busy,” you quickly add. “Or if you don’t want to! I just wanted to repay you.” You bite your lip to shut yourself up, feeling as if you never should’ve said anything. That damn Nami! Why did she have to encourage you to do this?

But as luck would have it, Ace agrees. “I was gonna say yes to lunch, but I’m a little booked right now with the farm. I’ve got people tourin’ my place tomorrow, so I need to make sure it sparkles. Does dinner work better for ya?”

The horse’s tail flips as if to say, ‘Say yes, stupid!’ and you nod, speechless. “Dinner sounds great,” you reply, doing your best to not break out into a big, goofy smile. The caramel horse softly winnies and Ace snorts, patting the horse’s behind. “This is Suzi,” he chuckles. “She’s extremely dramatic. I got two other ones at the stable.”

You smile at the horse, admiring the way her blonde mane looks in the sun. “She’s beautiful.” Unbeknownst to you, Ace admires you admiring the horse. “You like horses?” You nod, gently patting Suzi’s soft fur. “Love ‘em. I wanted to be a cowgirl every Halloween.”

“You wanna see the others? I can give ya a tour of the farm, if ya want.”

“Alright, alright, we’re comin’!” he calls. “And these are my Stallions, Sam and Sabo, named after one of my brothers. He lives all the way in London workin’ as an actor.”

“That’s amazing.” “They look like they need a brush, poor things.”

“It’s the heat. They shed a lot in the summer.” “Why don’t you let me?” you ask. “You seem so tired. Don’t worry, I pick up fast.”

“Just slowly brush their sides,” he explains, motioning his hands as an example. “It relaxes them. And don’t worry about scarin’ em; they’re well-behaved and they love attention.” “Hey, there, boy,” you coo. “I’m just gonna brush you.”

“Not bad for a city girl,” he whispers in your ear. “Oh, so you got jokes now,” you scoff. “Well, your horses seem to like me more than their owner. I think that proves I’d make a great cowgirl.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “You ever ridden one before?” “Uh…no,” you hesitantly answer. “Not since I was six at a petting zoo.”

Ace gives you a smile full of mirth and trust. “You wanna try now?”

You have no idea what propels you to say yes, but suddenly find yourself standing beside Sabo in the open field while Ace straps a leather saddle on his back. He then turns to you and opens his arms. “I’ll help ya up,” he says, flashing you a smile. “And if ya ever feel uncomfortable, I promise you we’ll cut the ride short.”

“There we go,” he huffs. “Now up I go.” With a grunt, he carefully hoists himself up on Sabo’s back and straddles the seat behind you. You bite your lip at the throb you feel between your thighs at the feeling of his strong arms coming around you to hold onto the reins with you. His thighs and chest brush against your back, the scent of sweat and pine rolling off of him.

“Now, gently tug on the reins twice and click your tongue,” he instructs. Nervously, you do as he says, his presence a comfort for you. You wouldn’t know what to do with this big-ass horse alone. Sabo slowly begins to walk in the field, taking a languid pace that is relaxing and not at all as scary as you thought.

“See?” Ace laughs. “Not bad, right? You can use the reins to steer him or go faster, just like a car. If ya want him to stop, just tug on the reins once. If ya wanna go a little faster, just snap the reins so he’ll totter, like this.”

He helps you give them a slight snap and Sabo picks up the pace. You gasp as you feel his back jump with you and Ace on top, your body instantly tensing.

“Hang on,” he chuckles. “It’ll get a little bumpy.” You side-eye him, your heart about to explode out of your chest. “A little?” you scoff and that makes him laugh even harder.

His thumbs begin to stroke your knuckles, trying to calm you down. “You’re so sense, sweetie,” he coos. “I promise you’re okay. Just enjoy the ride.” His voice is soft and reassuring, only arousing you more.

However, despite the images of him fucking you stupid in your mind, you fight against your visceral reaction to change and relax. “Good, good!” he praises. “You really are a fast learner! Good boy, Sabo! Take us home!”

Sabo turns around and totters back to the farm, bouncing you on top. You giggle, feeling free with the sun and wind in your hair. When Sabo comes to a stop, Ace jumps off first.

He holds out his arms for you and you reach down, clinging yourself to him as he takes you off of the horse. Once your feet are on the ground, you sigh, relieved, but an underwhelming feeling descends upon you at ground level again. It was exciting being on Sabo’s back above ground, but you think most of the thrilling, excited feeling you got was from Ace being so close to you.

“Nicely done, city girl. I knew ya had it in ya to ride a horse.” “Well, it helps when I’ve got a great teacher, country boy,” you giggle, but it comes out way more seductive than you meant it to.

Thank goodness the splashing sounds of the horses slurping down their water stops you because who knows what would’ve happened? “Uh…drink?” he sheepishly asks. “I’ve got fresh lemonade in the fridge.”

But as soon as you’re in the house, Ace suddenly whirls you around to face him and grabs you before his lips finally mesh with yours. You make a small noise of surprise as he twirls you around, but it quickly melts into a soft moan as his soft, juicy lips press against yours. They are just as heavenly as you thought they’d be. The kiss is tentative and careful at first, but the more you press into him, the more passionate and open Ace becomes.

His tongue slowly licks your bottom lip and you part your lips, granting him access. The taste of whiskey on his tongue and the wet, sucking sounds of your heavy makeout make your shorts feel tighter and your nipples hard under your bra. Ace’s hands caress your back while your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until you’re sharing the same air.

When he pulls away, he is softly panting and his eyes are ablaze. “Sorry,” he pants. “I just couldn’t resist. I’ve been wantin’ to do that since yesterday.”

You smile, leaning in to peck his lips again. You can’t get enough of him now that you’ve had him. “Don’t apologize,” you whisper. “I have, too.” Oh, and have you!

Ace smiles, looking pleased to hear this. You’re just as happy to know that he’s been sweating over you the way you have been for him since yesterday. “You’re here for a week, right?” he huskily asks and you nod, too afraid to speak. You don’t want to ruin this.

His big hands slide down lower and lower until they meet your ass. Finally. “Then if it’s alright with you, darlin’, I’d like to make your first time out in the country one you’ll never forget. If this is just a summer fling to you then that��s cool. I just wanna make you feel good and make ya forget all about that asshole ex of yours back home.”

The passionate promise burning in his eyes is too tempting to resist. You run your hands down his chest, feeling him up and letting him know just how much you want this. “I’d love that,” you purr. “Now kiss me again, cowboy.”

Ace doesn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, his lips sweep yours up again as he grips you to him, his hands caressing your thighs. You’re so deep in his kiss that you barely feel the wall suddenly pressing against your back. You moan as Ace presses himself into you, his hard body like another wall squeezing you between the one behind you. He takes your arms and pins them over your head, stealing the air from your lungs.

He chuckles, smiling against your desperate lips. His hands move unde your thighs and he scoops you up with ease, making you feel oh-so little. He laughs at your little gasp as you find yourself hovering off of the floor in his arms. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he says. “You’ll enjoy this ride. Bedroom?” You nod, wrapping your limbs around him like a koala bear, and away he goes with you in tow, thunking around in his cowboy boots and hat.

You get a tiny tour of his place when he goes upstairs and finally makes it to his bedroom that is filled with sunlight pouring in through the window. “Don’t close the blinds,” you purr as he kicks the door shut with his foot. “I wanna see you in the light.”

He smirks, loving your freakiness. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, tasting your lips once more. “Now if it’s alright with you, I’d like to get these clothes off ya.”

You giggle as he sets you down on the bed before joining you. “The feelin’ is mutual, cowboy,” you sexily reply. “Just leave the hat and boots on…please.” You feel your face grow hot as Ace laughs at your request, taking your chin in his hand. “You’re a freaky one,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “I like that. You’re a woman who knows what she wants.”

Of course, you are! Any girl alone with a sexy cowboy would know what they want and right now, you want this man naked and to fuck you dumb. As you share heated, sloppy kisses, you help Ace strip off your bra, kicks, socks, and shorts, leaving you in on your panties. He takes a moment to ogle your body as you stand between his thighs.

“Fuck,” he huffs and you grow hot, realizing that this is the first time you’ve heard him cuss. “You’re a work of art, babydoll…is it okay if I call you that?” If it ain’t your hard nipples that give him a yes, it’s the kiss you give him. “Yes,” you whisper. Yes to everything. Ace grabs you and begins to kiss up your body, gently sucking on your nipples and licking your neck.

“I’m all sweaty,” you whine, slightly self-conscious. The cowboy raises a brow at you as if to say, ‘And?’ before scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed.

Now on your stomach, Ace takes advantage by bending your knees and hiking your ass up for him. “Stop,” he chortles. “I’m from the South, darlin’. A little sweat don’t mean nothin’ to me…now pipe down and let me enjoy you.”

You’ve never been with a man who loves eating pussy. You’ve never been with a man that eats pussy quite like Ace. But you should’ve known when he finally got your panties down and finally saw your exposed, glistening pussy all for him. “Goddamn,” he exhaled before spreading your asscheeks and giving right into the depths of your cunt.

His first few licks are gentle and slow as he gets to know your body. He asks you what you like and what you dislike. What makes you tick. The fact that he’s so interested in what you want and like makes you even wetter. Once you tell him and he gets right to work, it doesn’t take long for you to melt into the bed as his mouth works your pussy.

You grip the pillow now, your moans, whimpers, and whines falling onto Ace’s ears like a sweet symphony of music. “Ohhh, fuck, Ace!” you sing into the pillow, pushing your ass back into his face. He welcomes you, his hands gripping and smacking each cheek in time with his magical tongue lashes against your clit.

“That’s it, sing for me, darlin’,” he coos into your pussy, his words slightly muffled. “You sound so fuckin’ good.” He then pulls away from your pussy to slide his tongue up to your ass, much to your enjoyment. While he does this, he takes one finger and lightly glides it up and down your slit, sending shivers and sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Your ex ever do this for you?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your lowerback. “Did he ever take care of you like this?” He moves down to give an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy, emitting a loud moan from you. “Or this gorgeous girl?” he purrs against your clit. “Tell me.” Gently, his finger begins to prope your hole, sinking into your folds.

You gasp, gripping the pillow. “N-No,” you stammer. Ace makes a noise of approval. “I knew it. This cunt of yers is just too damn wet for me…not that I’m complainin’. You taste so, so good, little darlin’!” His tongue slides down your asscrack to your clit again, sucking on it while he fingers you.

You are a writhing, squirming mess, grinding your hips back into him, riding that wave of pleasure. The more he licks, sucks, and strokes, the more that knot in your core tightens, threatening to snap and cause you to spill all over his tongue. But his ministrations also cause something else: need. A desperate, blinding, unbridled need for him inside of you. “Stop, Ace!” you beg and he does, immediately. “I need you to fuck me. Please! I wanna cum around your cock!”

Ace pauses, taken aback by your request. But then you hear the joyous, thrilling sound of his belt buckle jingling and his zipper coming down. “So naughty,” he chuckles. “How’d you know I like naughty girls? You must’ve come outta my wettest dreams, babydoll.” You feel his cock slide against your slit, warm, hard, and thick.

You both moan as he taps it against your clit, his head nudging against the little bundle of nerves. “And per your request,” he says, laughter in his voice, “I’ll keep the hat and boots on for ya. But I want ya to look at me while I’m inside you, okay?”

Slowly, you turn your head and behold your eyes to the sexy man sporting his cowboy hat, boots, and nipple piercings behind you, his eyes burning with want. Your eyes trail down his abs and V-line to his thick cock and heavy balls that are begging to be tasted. But later. Right now, you need him in you. “Yes, sir,” you purr. “Now please: fuck me.”

Wordlessly, Ace grasps your hip with one hand and fulfills your request by taking his cock and sinking himself inside of you. His head sinking between your soft, wet folds cause you both to gasp, the contact explosively pleasurable. Ace goes slow, filling you to the brim with every slow thrust of his hips. It’s unbearable, almost agonizing how slow he’s moving.

Ace senses your change in demeanor and gently pulls out, leaving only his cockhead in you. “You alright?” he whispers, worried. “You’re shakin’ like a leaf. Do you want me to stop?”

The very thought of losing this feeling makes you desperate. You turn to him, your hair a sexed-out mess and your eyes lidded. “No,” you exhale, giving him a smile. “You’re just goin’ too slow.”

Instantly, all of the worry and uncertainty in Ace’s eyes disappear, replaced with only lust. A slow smirk stretches across his lips at your naughty request. “Well, why didn’t ya say so, darlin’?”

He pushes himself back in and grips your hips before pistoning into you, giving you the deep dick that you’ve been craving for months. A loud whine leaves your lips as he fucks you like you belong to him, causing your body to shake even more and that arch in your back to wobble. “Fuck me back,” he demands, his voice rough and raspy. “Don’t make me do all the work here. Take what you want from me, baby, c’mon.”

You push yourself up on your forearms and push back into him, tossing your ass back into his mind-blowing, bed-shaking, orgasmic thrusts that make you see stars behind your eyelids. Ace’s dick strokes every part of your insides while his hands grip your hip and one of your tits, molding the globe of flesh and teasing the tight nipple between his fingers. “O-Oh, my God!” you moan, your voice bouncing off of the walls. “Yes, Ace, just like that! Fuck me just like that!”

“Like what?” Ace asks, a smile evident in his voice. “Like…this?” He rolls his hips in a way that glides against your G-spot, causing you to damn near scream in pleasure. You just about hit high notes that would put Mariah Carey’s career in the dirt as Ace loops a hand between your thighs to rub your clit. You keep grinding back into him, much to his enjoyment.

He loves watching you move, your body so enticing while you squeeze around him. “God, darlin’,” he groans. “I can’t get enough of these hips. You ride me so well. Can’t wait to see how you ride my cock.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, still pounding your pussy like it’s his profession. “I bet you’d be so good at it. I bet you’d be my good little cowgirl, wouldn’t cha? Bet you’d make me cum deep inside this pussy.”

His tongue slips against your earlobe as he begins to suck on it. You loop an arm around his neck to bring him close to you, his sweat-sticky body pressed against yours as he ruts into you from behind.

When your orgasm begins to peak, you can’t stop it and you don’t want to. This feels too good.

“F-Fuck, Ace!” you gasp. “I’m gonna…gonna cum!” Ace hums in approval, moving harder and faster, frantically rubbing your clit with his thick fingers. “Do it,” he practically begs. “Cum for me. Give me what I need.”

When you cum, you cum hard. It is so intense that it takes you a minute to make any noise as the rush of pleasure hits you, but once it does, you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make as you gush all around Ace’s cock. He grunts as your pussy hugs him, squeezing him like a vice as you coat his shaft in your cum.

“Thatta girl,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You softly whimper in acknowledgment, gripping the sheets as you ride your orgasm wave.

Once your high fades, Ace quickly pulls out as if you’ve burned him with your pussy, desperate to not cum yet. “Shit,” he hisses. “Look at how messy you made me, baby. You’ve gotta clean it up now.” He sticks his cock, shining in your juices, in your face, a lust-filled expression on his face.

The orgasm has done something to you, turning you into an insatiable, needy little slut. Suddenly feral and in need of him, you swallow his cock and slurp up all of your cum, even taking his balls in your mouth when you can. But when you’re too busy gagging all over his dick, you massage them in one hand with the other plays with his pierced nipples. Ace is enjoying himself immensely. He can’t believe his luck having such a beautiful woman in his bed, let alone a celebrity, sucking him off and teasing his overly-sensitive nipples.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he moans, tilting his head back at the feeling. “You keep doin’ all of that and I’ll cum. I still need more of ya.”

You hum in agreement, slipping off of his cock with a soft pop that your wet lips make. You look up at him through hooded eyes, making him so hard that it becomes painful. “If ya still want another round, I want you to ride me,” he huskily requests. “I wanna see this body bounce on top of me while I finally bust inside of you.”

You shiver, immediately soaked from the idea. Wordlessly, you stand on your knees and brace your hands on his chest before shoving him down onto the bed. He laughs, the sound making your heart melt, but it’s quickly replaced with a desperate moan as you climb on top of him, mounting him like he’s your own personal Stallion…or dildo. He doesn’t seem like he’d protest either.

But as you wrap a hand around his cock and bring it to meet your pussy, he stops you. “Wait, wait,” he protests. You stop, confused, until he takes his hat off and places it on your head. “Now ya look the part,” he comments, making you giggle. “Now ride me like a good little cowgirl.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You come down to take his cock inside of you, drawing a moan out of both of you once your tight, wet walls squeeze around him. Bracing your feet on the bed as you straddle Ace, you place one hand on his chest and slowly begin bouncing, becoming used to how he feels in this position. He is so deep, touching every single part of you, stretching you out more than he did in doggy.

“O-Oh, my Go-o-od!” you gasp, each word punctuated by your bouncing. You tilt your head up to the ceiling as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against Ace’s pelvis. The pleasure makes you throw your head back and your eyes flutter closed, each delicious burst of pleasure taking you on a ride.

Ace is enjoying his ride as well, watching you bounce that perfect pussy and body on his cock. “That’s it, babydoll,” he groans, gripping your hips. Y

ou ride him like he’s stolen, your gorgeous titties jiggling in his face. His hat perched on top of your pretty head is just as yummy–it’s the cherry on top for him. Watching you makes him want to make you yours; make it so no man, whether in the country or city, can ever have you again.

“How’s it feel?” he asks, staring up at your pretty face. All you let out is a pathetic whimper that gives him the urge to burst inside of you. “I know it feels good, darlin’, but I need your words. Tell me how that dick feels.” He begins to rub your clit with his thumb, causing you to let out a loud whine.

“S-so…so good!” you gasp, alternating between bouncing and rolling your hips, giving him more and more of that pussy every single time. “You feel so good, Ace!”

Suddenly feral, the cowboy leans up and swoops you into his arms, pistoning his hips up into yours from below. “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” he pants in your ear, his voice low and tantalizing. “Tell me you love it.”

You’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear if it means he’ll keep doing this to you. “You’re the best, Ace!” you sob, gripping his shoulders. “You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had! I love the way you fuck me!”

That’s all it takes for the cowboy to keep fucking you stupid as you grind into him from above. The both of you fuck each other like you need it, the bed shaking and your moans echoing throughout the room. You kiss sloppily and messily, your tongues swirling with one another as your pussy squelches and gushes around his cock.

When your second orgasm comes, all you can do is let out a sob, your nails skating down Ace’s back and skull tattoo. He gets his nut just after you, letting out a loud “Oh, fuck!” along with a series of porn-worthy moans as he explodes inside of you. You gasp, feeling a gush of warmth flow into you as you cream all over his cock, your cum sliding down his balls that have completely emptied themselves inside of you.

The high is just as intense and as blissful as the first time, especially since Ace is joining you on this ride this time. You both share an exhausted, messy kiss before he exhaustedly falls back against the pillows, breathing heavily. You roll off him and fall beside him on the bed, his hat still on your head.

For a while, you both lie there in silence, panting heavily from the activity. The only sounds in the room are the birds chirping and the horses neighing outside, giving a very peaceful atmosphere after some good sex. Finally, Ace turns over to look at you. “So how ‘bout that dinner date?” he asks.

You burst into laughter and he follows, the both of you in a fit of giggles that feels just as freeing as the sex. “I could use a steak,” you reply once you calm yourself. “My treat.” Ace makes a face like he’s offended by the very idea. “My treat,” he corrects you. “You deserve it for that ride ya just gave me. You certainly knocked my boots.”

He wraps those big arms around you that you happily snuggle into, wrapping your own around him too. You feel so content and safe despite only knowing the man for two days. Maybe this is a sign. “Mine too,” you sigh. “Oh, and just so you know, I’m familiar with one of the names tatted on your wrists: Luffy. I know him.”

You watch as realization dawns in Ace’s eyes at the mention of his brother. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, excited. “You know my kid brother?” You nod, giggling. “He’s told me about you. Said your the brother that’s a cowboy, but I just forgot.”

He lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes you laugh with him, adoring his childlike personality. “Wow, what a small world!” he chuckles. “I guess in a way, maybe we were meant to meet each other.”

Though you wouldn’t have admitted it first, you think the same thing. If this blooms into something more, it could work. You could take the train to see him and vice versa…if he is interested. It isn’t just the sex you enjoy. You also enjoy talking to Ace. You love how he pushes you to try new things and is so in tune with your feelings. Most men aren’t, so whoever raised him did it well.

You also think about how great of a plot this would be in a book…and just like that, you have the sudden inspiration to write a new series filled with action, mystery, thrills, romance, and a lot of steamy sex with a cowboy who may or may not be inspired by the one you’re currently curled up with.

You look up at Ace, your muse, dreamboat, and possible summer-fling-to-not, with the same adoring, satisfied smile he gazes down at you with. “So steak dinner it is then?” he murmurs into your neck.

You nod, snuggling into his shoulder. “After round two,” you purr. “And a snuggle and shower….in either order.” You beam up at him, a hunger for him rising in the pit of your stomach. You don’t want to waste a minute of this week out in the countryside.

Evidently, neither does Ace judging by his hardening dick against your thigh. He takes your wrist and kisses it before rolling on top of you and grinding himself against your core.

“I can do all of that, little darlin’,” he murmurs. “You can even wear my boots this time.”

THE END.

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the-most-humble-blog · 7 days ago

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🧬👻 “You Think You’re You? That’s Adorable.”

You’re not even fully human. You’re a haunted meat golem with Wi-Fi and anxiety.

ACT I — The Lie You’re Living

Ah, yes. You wake up. Brush your teeth. Sip your coffee. Scroll your phone. You feel like a real person with thoughts, memories, preferences.

Cute.

Because here’s the punchline, sweet summer child:

You’re not even 100% human.

ACT II — What You Really Are

You’re a walking, talking orgy of multiple species. Part human. Part bacteria. Part fungus. Part virus. Part ancient ape. And 100% confused spaghetti code pretending to have a soul.

The human body? A biological group project between evolution, gut microbes, parasitic DNA hitchhikers, and ancient mitochondria that used to be their own species.

Your body contains:

More non-human cells than human ones.

Bacteria that outnumber your own cells 10 to 1.

DNA from viruses, ancient fungi, and unclassifiable “dark genome” segments that we literally do not understand.

You are not a person. You’re a biofilm with opinions.

ACT III — You’re a Colony. Not an Individual.

Think about this:

Your thoughts can be influenced by the bacteria in your gut.

Your moods are affected by your microbiome.

Your decisions can shift depending on what fungus you inhaled that day.

Your attraction to people? Might be chemical signals from your skin flora.

You ever get a “gut feeling”?

That might literally be your intestinal bacteria whispering strategy into your brain.

And you thought you were “making a choice.”

ACT IV — Are You Even There?

Let’s go deeper:

You don’t control your heartbeat. You don’t control your dreams. You don’t control what you forget, or when you cry, or what triggers your trauma. You don’t control the timing of your thoughts.

So the question is:

Who the f*ck is actually driving this meat suit?

Because neuroscience doesn’t know. Religion argues. Philosophy hyperventilates. And physics just stares blankly into the void.

ACT V — You Might Be a Ghost. Or Just a Glitch.

You’re either:

A consciousness that’s somehow haunting a nervous system

A chemical puppet with enough complexity to simulate free will

A hallucination of self generated by accidental electro-meat fireworks

Or, worst of all:

A network of sub-selves constantly arguing while pretending they’re one “I.”

Shocking Truth?

Science has no consensus on what consciousness actually is.

Nobody knows if it’s:

An emergent property

A soul

A quantum algorithm

A shared delusion

Or a horrifying accident we’ve decided to romanticize

ACT VI — Logic Tests That Will Wreck You

Ready to lose sleep? Try these reality-breaking diagnostics:

🧠 Logic Trap 1: “When Are You?”

Your brain processes input with a delay. What you’re experiencing right now actually happened a few milliseconds ago. So… if you’re always behind the present… Where is “now”? And who’s watching it?

🧠 Logic Trap 2: “The Ship of Self”

Every 7 years, your cells have completely regenerated. You are literally not made of the same matter you were as a child. If your body changed… and your thoughts changed… What stayed the same? Who’s left?

🧠 Logic Trap 3: “The False First Person”

What if every time you go to sleep, the “you” that wakes up is a copy? You remember yesterday… but so does the copy. Are you just a rebooted save file that thinks it’s original?

🧠 Logic Trap 4: “The Brain In The Room”

The only proof you have that anyone else exists is sensory input. You could be a brain in a jar, hallucinating all this. Can you prove you’re not?

FINAL VERDICT — You’re Not “You.” You’re Just a Temporary Pattern.

A mind is not a soul. It’s a self-updating hallucination stabilized by hormones, trauma, diet, genetics, and luck.

And when you die?

That pattern ends. And everything you called “you” dissolves into meat, memory, and microbial decay.

The ghost leaves. The flesh rots. The world keeps spinning. No refunds. No backups. No explanations.

🔁 Reblog if you’ve ever felt like something else is steering. 👁 Comment if you’ve questioned your reality since age 9. 🧬 Follow if you’re ready to peel back your face and find the universe staring back.

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER:

This post is intended as philosophical commentary, not psychiatric advice. If you’re spiraling, eat something, touch grass, and don’t take your thoughts too literally. If you feel like nothing is real… congrats. You’re officially more qualified than most philosophers.

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cocomanga · 3 months ago

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

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

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

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

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

Total WC : 19.8K! (crazy work)

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

<< The Sweetest Beat - Set 5

The Sweetest Beat - Set 7 >>

TSB - Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Playlist

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

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

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

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

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

Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No touching.” You demanded.

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

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

Nutshell – Alice in Chains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure about that?” You questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did as you asked.

“Hands back against the pillows?”

He did as you asked.

Leaving Hope – Nine Inch Nails

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very.” He muttered, behind heavy breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every Kind of Way – H.E.R.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pyramid Song – Radiohead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haaaah FFUUUUCK!”

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

Feel Something – Chris Brown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coco Jones – ICU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hunting Bears – Radiohead

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me” Megumi insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When We – Tank

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were head over heels in love with him.

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

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

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

“I love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

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

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

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

Love Song – 311

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” she answered.

“Maki?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, you want waffles?”

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

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

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

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

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

*~*~*~*~*

Fade Away – Lucky Daye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup.” He replied.

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

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

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

~*~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*~*~*~*~*

Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

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

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

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

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

“Nice.” You replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*~*~*~*~*

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

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

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

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

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

“Fire.” Toge chimed, as he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something In the Way – Nirvana

played on the speaker as you answered.

“Hello?”

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

“Speaking, how can I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summer Walker – CPR

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

Ugh... Fucking smartass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not You Too – Drake (feat. Chris Brown)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WTH – Jene Aiko

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give what back?”

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

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

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

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

“Haaahhh! Fuck … yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. You can't.”

*~*~*~*~*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adorn – Miguel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What... in the hell... is going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Song – H.E.R.

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

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

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

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

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

You believed in him, and he believed in you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big Feelings – Willow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In Da Club – 50 Cent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weezer – The Sweater Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How do you know Sukuna?

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