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aemondsbabe · 10 months ago

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Stick it Out to the End

summary: michael is desperate to get into oxford's prestigious bullingdon club; unfortunately for him, they command him to do the impossible to gain admittance

pairing: michael gavey x bimbo!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, bimbo reader, mentions of hazing but nothing horrible/extreme, virgin!michael, breast/nipple play, praise kink, piv sex, protected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), oral sex (f receiving), consensual filming, dirty talk, cursing, what i hope is saltburn-esque humor, mild size kink, mild angst but happy ending, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 12.7k

a/n: images in the header are for aesthetic purposes only & are not used to describe the reader! she's back and she's long as hell but what else is new!!! this is my first time writing bimbo!reader and while she wasn't super bimbo-y, it was fun getting my feet wet! hope y'all enjoy!

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Michael

Michael couldn’t help but feel his heart speed up in his chest as he wound through the quiet corridors clutching tightly to the cryptic note he’d found stuffed in his pigeonhole that morning – just a page torn out of a standard notebook covered hastily written red ink; wholly un-intimidating as far as cryptic notes were concerned. Really, he was surprised to see they didn’t put more effort in; with as secretive and imperious as this little club was, he had been expecting some sort of extravagant stationary, perhaps even some gold embossing.

Coming to a stop in front of an unassuming janitor’s closet door, he narrows his eyes behind the gold frames of his glasses, staring at the door with a nearly accusatorial expression. Michael swivels his head once more, his brows furrowed as he checks and re-checks every door in the vicinity before turning back to the one he stands before. Scoffing, he unfolds the note with a little irritated sigh and quickly scans the page again, mouthing the words to himself for the millionth time that day.

The riddle had been easy enough to figure out, some trivial little lines about dead men walking, the mob, finding God, and looking to one’s heart pointed right toward some hush hush basement beneath the Merton College Chapel. That, and it didn’t take a genius to see that each line consisted of a specific number of words, pointing him right to the very door he stood in front of now – 129.

Fucking amateurs, he’d thought after cracking the code in under half an hour. But that was earlier. And now, as he stares at the stupid dull grey janitor’s closet door in front of him, Michael can’t stop the little tendrils of doubt from creeping into his periphery. He’s sure this is the right door and positive this is the right place and yet… janitor’s closet. He checks his watch, 11:50 PM on the dot, and glances up and down the dark, shadowy corridors once more, half expecting one of the twatty rich assholes to jump out and start snickering at him, making fun of him for thinking that a no one like him would’ve ever received an invite to a club like this.

Shaking his head, he reaches for the doorknob anyway, he’s come this far so he may as well. He freezes a little when it actually turns and his blue eyes go wide when he pushes the door open, shivering a little as he’s met with a wall of cool, dank air – eau de basement, just as he’d expected. A little actually impressed sigh passes his lips when he pokes his head in, an apprehensive smile blooming on his lips as he takes in the eerie red lighting spilling up the stairwell from the God-knows-what downstairs.

He winces as the door squeaks when he tugs it open but he doesn’t stop, emboldened now as he knows he had been right once again. He takes the stairs quickly, probably too quickly given that he hasn’t a fucking clue what or who could be down here, but before he can dwell on the idea too much, he’s faced with another corridor. This one, unlike the ones upstairs, is narrow and brick-lined and leads in only one direction, straight to another closed door at the other end.

Michael squints against the bright red light coming from a spotlight that had been haphazardly set up on the stone floor and walks down the hallway, his steps speeding up as he hears the janitor’s door above him open and close once more. His breath hitches a little as he opens the second door and quickly steps inside, like ripping off a band-aid.

He freezes once more when a strong hand latches onto his shoulder and quickly jerks him further into the room, making him yelp as he stumbles, trying to keep pace with whoever the hell is leading him.

“What the –”

Before he has time to so much as blink, his back thuds against a brick wall and finally he looks up, the vicious scowl he’d prepared morphing into a look of disturbed confusion as he eyes a row of other students, about fifteen and all men from the looks of it, dawned with black –

Oh, Christ, are those ski masks? He thinks as he eyes them up and down, How fucking banal… at least it’s not hooded cloaks. He nearly rolls his eyes as he scans the rest of the room, taking in the dim lighting interspersed with blues and greens from more of those stupid party boy spotlights. Glancing to the side, he sees another boy in his year, some guy he only knew from a few classes and passing glances in the hallways, but even still he’s comforted to not be alone down here, no matter how cliché this whole affair seemed.

His blue eyes snap forward as the door, the only door, to the room is opened once more and some other poor sap is hastily dragged across the room, only to be smacked on the wall to his left. Again, it’s just some other boy Michael knows from classes, though he doesn’t know why he expects any different – it’s not as if he knows many people outside of the forced proximity of a lecture hall. Which was really his only reason for putting up with this bother, for seeking it out in the first place; a quick flash of him placing a tightly folded up sticky note with his name and pigeonhole number in an old, beaten up copy of King Lear in the library played in his mind – the price he seemed to pay for loneliness.

Distantly, the bells of the chapel began to chime, signaling the hour. Once, twice, and eventually twelve times – midnight. Time to start the show, Michael surmises.

“Welcome, initiates,” one of the hooded men says in a tone that makes Michael glare judgmentally, his voice pitched down like some idiotic knock-off Darth Vader. He steps forward from the row they stand in and holds his arms out open at his sides, “Consider this your first foray into the Bullingdon Club.”

Again, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to hold in a scoff. This was all just so… juvenile? He was beginning to sincerely doubt that this was the über clandestine club that granted its members all sorts of connections to various businesses, societies, and insider information that even the richest of the rich couldn’t buy.

Unfortunately, his face seemed to betray more of his emotions than he intended and the masked boy steps forward once more, his dark eyes zeroing in on Michael.

“You,” he says gruffly, pointing a finger in his direction, “Something you wanna say, initiate?”

Out of habit, he pushed his glasses up on his nose before he spoke, perhaps foolishly bold given the situation.

“Doesn’t this all seem a bit much for three people?” He scoffs, shaking his head slightly, “I mean, masks, really?”

The hooded boy stops for a second and studies Michael closely, one hand on his hip, “What’s wrong with the masks?”

“Well, what’s the point? There’s, what, fifteen or sixteen of you? And three of us?” He asks, glancing around the room, which he now realized very clearly used to be some run-of-the-mill storage room, probably forgotten about by now.

The boy laughs sarcastically and shrugs his shoulders a bit, his voice back to its natural pitch, “It wouldn’t really be a secret thing if we just invited half the student body, mate.”

Michael supposes his reasoning is sound and says as much with a little hum and nod of his head, eyebrows raising dismissively.

“Anything else?” The masked boy asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The masks don’t really disguise you lot that well,” he observes, pointing at one of the other boys standing in the row, “That’s Harry from Multivariable Calculus.”

“Shit…” Harry mutters under his breath, the sound carrying through the concrete room. A few of the other boys in the row lean over and place comforting hands on his shoulders and murmur words of encouragement, much to Michael’s dismay.

“Why’re you here, initiate?” The lead boy asks, turning back to Michael.

“Dunno,” he shrugs again, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Friends, I guess.”

A couple of the boys in the row make little noises, mutters of empathy that make the blond’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion as he glances up and down the line.

“And this was your first thought? A secret society?” Harry from Multivariable Calculus asks with a little laugh, “Not like… chess or something?”

“Don’t really like chess…” Michael says with a little shrug. Apparently a good enough answer for Harry, who makes a little noise of understanding and nods his head.

After another moment, the lead boy clears his throat, which shuts up the rest. “Anyway,” he says, his voice falsely low once more. “Each of you will be given a task…,” his dark eyes glance between Michael and the other two boys as he paces in front of them, “Perfectly customized to challenge you, to push you to your absolute limits.”

The masked boy pauses his little speech and gestures back to three of the other boys standing in the row behind him who then step forward and walk over to the dank brick wall that Michael and the other two boys stand against. He studies the boy that walks towards him carefully, his eyes narrowing in suspicion when he notices how much shorter he appears to be.

Finally, the boy comes to stand before him and presents a plain white envelope, though Michael’s lips spread into a hateful smirk when he sees an all too familiar pair of old, beat up trainers on the boy’s feet.

“Oliver?!” He hisses meanly, shock lacing his voice as he jerks back the hand he had reached out for the envelope, wincing as his elbow collides with the cool wall behind him. He glances around the room, noting the few pairs of eyes that were on him, before fixing his gaze on the boy before him once more with a harsh glare, “You’re in Bullingdon?”

The boy in front of him hesitates for a second, cutting a sideways glance toward a taller boy that was busy presenting an envelope to the boy to Michael’s left, before he sighs and looks back at him, blue eyes peeking out of the holes in his ski mask. “Yeah,” he huffs, shrugging his shoulders defensively, “How’d you know it was me, then?”

“You look like a goddamn twelve year old!” Michael jeers, his voice low and vicious as his hands curl into fists at his sides, “How’d you manage to get into this club anyway?” He questions, seething, “They only let you in if you have the money or the marks and I know for a fucking fact you don’t have either.”

Oliver sighs again and rolls his eyes, which makes him see red and grit his teeth, although he doesn’t miss how the shorter boy’s eyes cut to the side again quickly. He opens his mouth, but before he can get a word in edgewise, the blond cuts him off with a little mocking laugh.

“Don’t tell me that’s fucking Catton,” Michael groans lowly with a shake of his head, breathing heavily as he feels the same sense of anger and betrayal he’d felt all those months ago well up in him once more, transporting him right back to the stupid damn pub, “You’ve got to be bloody kidding me, is this shite little club only full of cunts?”

“Look, I’m –”

Oliver starts to speak again, only to be cut off when the head boy traipses over to where they are, coming to stand ominously behind him with his arms clasped behind his back. His dark eyes dart between the two boys before he speaks.

“Problem over here, lads?”

“No,” Oliver answers quickly, staring warily up at Michael as he practically shoves the envelope into his arms, “Just complete the task, initiate. You have thirty-six hours.”

Before Michael can blink, Oliver turns his back and stalks back over to the other boys, taking his place in the row once more. The head boy looks Michael up and down appraisingly before nodding to the letter in his hands with a sly smirk.

“I can’t wait to see how you fare with that one, Gavey,” he says, his voice low and threatening, as if he’s in on the most delicious joke, “Remember, thirty-six hours, initiate.” He chuckles softly and departs, returning to stand in the center of the room.

Everyone stands still for a moment, Michael and the other two boys to his left and right holding their respective envelopes nervously, unsure if they were supposed to open them now or not. Thankfully, the head boy clears his throat, commanding all eyes to him once again.

“Initiates,” he says slowly, his voice no doubt already hoarse from this little farce, “Failure to complete your tasks will result in a permanent ban from Bullingdon; no second chances. We expect results as well as proof of those results,” his dark eyes scan over the three boys once more, one corner of his mouth turned up into a mean smirk, “We’ll be seeing you back in this location Sunday at noon. Your thirty-six hours begin now… have fun.” He finishes with a taunting laugh before turning and exiting from the room, the old door creaking as he pulls it open before disappearing into the faint red glow of the hallway, followed by the rest of the fifteen boys in an orderly line.

As soon as the old door closes, the sound of paper tearing echoes around the dimly lit basement as Michael and the other two boys hastily tear open their envelopes. Pulling out a little slip of paper, his eyes go wide as a wave of dread washes over him. His eyes scan over the paper again and again as he nervously shoves his glasses back up his nose once more, silently willing the chicken-scratch words on the paper to somehow change, to give him some other command.

His heart is pumping so loudly in his ears that he misses it when one of the other boys tries getting his attention, his head snapping up suddenly as a hand waves in front of it.

“Oi!”

“W-What?”

“What did they give you?” The boy asks, nodding at the scrap of paper in Michael’s hand.

He clears his throat and tries his best to come off as casual, though he hardly cares with the way thoughts begin racing through his mind. “Oh, um,” he starts, glancing down to read over the paper once more, “I just uh, have to sleep with someone is all.”

The other two boys gape at him for a moment before groaning frustratedly. The one that had first spoken to him holds his paper out and smacks it disdainfully with the back of his hand.

“What the hell?” He asks gruffly, glancing between his paper and Michael, “Why’s yours so bloody easy?”

“For real,” sighs the second boy, rubbing the back of his head, “Ours are damn near impossible. They must already be decided on you to go so soft. How am I meant to steal the fucking Selden Map from Bodleian?” He laments, brows furrowed as he stares down at the paper in his hands.

“Yeah, and I have to transfer ten thousand pounds out of the chancellor’s bank account and into mine!” The first boy sighs, shaking his head, “At least your mum’s head of conservatorship here, you can at least get within a stone’s throw of the map. I have to commit fucking wire fraud!”

The two boys grumble for another moment as Michael silently descends into a tailspin, his blue eyes unfocused as he stares at one of the dingy brick walls of the basement, trying desperately to formulate a plan, any plan. He merely glances up as the other to head for the door, spitballing ideas for each of their tasks.

“Isn’t your dad the president of Julius Baer? Can’t you just get him to pull strings?”

“Oh, yeah, fantastic idea! I’ll just ring him and ask the old man to commit a felony! What could possibly go wrong there?”

Michael tries to tune out their bickering as the three of them ascend the staircase and trail out into the hallway of Merton College Chapel once more; the two other boys don’t pay him any mind as they continue whispering amongst themselves, their voices trailing quietly down the hallway as he leans with his back against the cool metal of the janitor’s closet door.

Sighing, he reads over the directive again, his blue eyes catching on the sharply scrawled letters of a very familiar name, one that makes his cheeks flush and his heart race. He swallows nervously, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

How could they know to do this? He wonders sheepishly. It’s not like he’d mentioned her to anyone; hell, he’d never even said so much as three words to her! No, his pathetic little crush was entirely in his mind.

Too much of a coward to even say hi, he bemoans, trying to stave off the sense of shame he felt as he considered how many times he’d finished with her name on his lips, her pretty face and soft curves and sweet smell and little girly outfits whirling around his head since he’d spotted her on the first fucking day; he’d pined ever since and she didn’t even know he existed! How could she?

This is fucking impossible, he thinks miserably, wishing that he had any other task. He’d rather steal the Queen’s own goddamn family jewels than this. He glances at his watch once more and groans when he sees it’s almost already two in the morning; pushing himself up off the door, he hangs his head as he scurries back to his dorm room, thoughts spiraling as he plots.

You

A laugh bubbles up past your lips as you sway your hips, your whole body vibrating as “Umbrella” blasts through the speakers while you dance with your friends, partying to celebrate the end of term.

“You can run into my arms, it’s okay, don't be alarmed!” You sing happily, yours and your friends voices mingling together with another peal of laughter; you take another sip of your drink as you move along with the beat of the song, savoring the fizzy strawberry daiquiri as you begin to feel a bit warm from the little rush of alcohol, already on your third drink of the night.

You smile proudly as you spot Felix in the crowd, his hazel eyes already fixed on you, or well, fixated on your chest. His attention makes you preen and you bite your lower lip, the sickly sweet taste of your cherry lip gloss filling your mouth as you purposefully bounce up and down on the balls of your feet.

The thin straps of your pastel pink dress hold on for dear life as your chest heaves enticingly, and you giggle when you see those hazel eyes widen just a bit, no doubt tracing over the glittering chain of your necklace, following down to where it settles, a little sparkly pink diamond nestling temptingly at your cleavage. You teasingly wink, blushing a little when you get a wink back, and go back to dancing with your friends, knowing from experience that Felix preferred to approach rather than be approached.

You dance with your friends for a few more moments, grinding up against any warm body you can find as a raunchier song begins pumping through the speakers, before you feel eyes on you yet again. Smiling at the attention, you glance around again, the low, colorful lighting of the pub making it hard to tell exactly which direction your admirer’s coming from.

Your eyes flit over a few familiar faces, you can’t help but sigh in relief when you notice that Oliver’s eyes are thankfully planted firmly on someone that is not you, though a confused little crease forms between your brows when you realize that Felix’s aren’t either. Turning your head, you sway along to the music still as you look around quickly, your feet beginning to ache finally from the precious little satin Chanel heels buckled around your ankles.

Your eyes finally lock onto an unexpected gaze, a fresh wash of pink coloring your cheeks as blue eyes glance shyly away from you. A little giggle titters past your lips as you lean over to one of your friends, patting her shoulder to get her attention.

“You know who that blond guy is? With the glasses?” You call over the music, nodding over in your admirer’s direction as he stands awkwardly back against the wall by the entrance, clutching a still-foamy pint.

She glances over before turning back to you with a little shrug. “Michael something, I think!” She says, her breath warm as she leans in closer so you can hear her, “I thought Oliver knew him!”

Your eyes immediately find the brunette, predictably following Felix around like a lost little puppy, before you look back over at Michael. You can’t help but feel a bit bad when you see him quickly look away from your direction again before staring intently into his pint glass, one hand shoved in the pocket of his khaki pants.

“I’m gonna take a breather for a second!” You yell over the loud music, leaning in close and cupping a hand over her ear.

“Aw, babe, come on!” She pouts playfully, tilting her head at you, “Stay longer!”

You shake your head with another little laugh and gesture at your feet, “These are sooo cute but they’re killing me!” You laugh, finishing off the last sip of your drink, “I’ll be over by the notice board!” You tell her, blowing a kiss as you walk away from the dance floor of the small, cramped pub.

Finally, you reach the little area by the front door and lean back against the wall, taking in a much-needed deep breath as you pull your little tube of lip gloss out of your bra and carefully reapply some more, smirking when you glance over out of the corner of your eye and see a certain blond boy already shyly eyeing you.

Rubbing your lips together with a little pouty pop, you tuck your gloss back in your bra once more before slowly approaching Michael, prettily manicured hands clasped behind your back to help shamelessly push your chest out more. His wide eyed stare makes you giggle and blush as you study him, eyes flitting appreciatively up and down his lithe frame; so much potential hidden away under a little button down and khakis.

“Haven’t seen you here before,” you tease, smirking when he blushes and all but chokes on his beer, coughing for a few seconds before finally speaking.

“I… Me?” He asks awkwardly, glancing around for seemingly anyone else you could be talking to.

Lucky for him, you find his awkwardness endearing. Truthfully, you had for months, never missing the way his eyes always happened upon you in a crowd. There was something impressive about the boy, something that had made your mind drift to him on more than one occasion, even if you were already under someone else.

“Of course you, silly,” you laugh softly, leaning against the wall next to him and tilting your head curiously, “You’re Michael, right?”

His eyes go wide again and nods wordlessly before finding his voice. “Yeah, Michael,” he says with a reserved little smile, “Gavey! Michael Gavey…” He adds awkwardly, cheeks flushing even more when you giggle, seemingly charmed by his inability to string two words together. He nods as you introduce yourself.

“I know,” he says before blinking, eyes going wide behind his gold framed glasses as he awkwardly glances away, “I just… I mean I’ve heard your name before, that’s all.”

“That’s all, huh?” You echo with a flirty little giggle, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you let the moment linger, just wanting to push him a little. “What’re you reading?” You ask curiously, cocking your head to the side a little.

“Maths,” he nods quickly before looking down into his pint glass once more as if fizzling beer is the most interesting thing in the world, “I don’t really like it all that much, though… I mostly only picked it because I’m good at it.”

“Ooh,” you coo softly, nodding along with his words as you watch him carefully, “You must be wicked smart, I can’t do maths to save my life.” You comment with a little giggle, biting your lip when he seems to perk up at that comment and looks up at you with a little grin.

“I can do it in my head,” he says lowly, an unexpectedly cocky edge to his voice that has your heart picking up in your chest, “Ask me a sum,” he says, a challenging glimmer in his eyes.

You hum softly, biting your lip as you think for a second, “Uhm, seventy-two plus a hundred and thirteen?”

“One eighty-five,” he chuckles after no more than a second before scoffing a little, “Come on, give me one that’s hard, love.”

Love? The little pet name makes you raise an eyebrow before you laugh softly. “What do you mean a hard one?” You giggle, shaking your head, “That one was hard!”

“That was hard for you?” He teases, making your cheeks tingle as a pink flush settles over your skin, “What’re you reading, then?”

“Art history!” You chirp proudly, chuckling nervously when you see him roll his eyes a bit, “What? Something wrong with that?”

He shakes his head dismissively, quickly polishing off the last of his pint before setting the empty class on a table and turning back to you, pushing his glasses up his nose with a grin, “Ask me another one, then. Biggest numbers you can think of.”

You don’t know why, but something about his little challenge has you blushing again, like he’s testing you somehow. But still, you take a moment to think of some numbers, biting your lip and quirking your eyes up toward the ceiling.

“Six hundred thirty-two times… eight hundred ninety-one,” you hum, cocking your head to the side as you watch him closely. His eyes seem to glaze over, only for a second, before once again he’s spouting off numbers like a calculator.

“Five hundred sixty-three thousand, one hundred and twelve.”

Your eyebrows raise at that as you gawk at him. “Wow…,” you breathe after a moment, blinking as you stare up at him, “You’re, like, super smart, then?”

“Suppose so,” he says, smiling shyly again as he tucks both hands into the pockets of his khaki pants.

You study him for a moment as the conversation lulls, finding something endlessly fascinating about the boy; the way he could swing from being so cocky and self assured to shy and awkward makes your stomach do summersaults. Turning your head, you spot your group of friends still dancing and you look back at Michael with a little sigh as another upbeat song blasts loudly through the pub.

“D’you wanna get out of here?” You ask, smirking when he looks up at you shyly.

“W-What?”

“My dorm’s only, like, a minute from here,” you flirt, sweet and enticing as you make him blush somehow more, “We could go somewhere more… quiet?”

He stares at you for a moment, shocked that you’re asking him of all people to come back to yours before he nods and nervously runs a hand through his wheat colored hair, unsuccessfully trying to act casual. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

“Yay!” You giggle happily, flirtatiously grabbing one of his hands as you saunter past him, heading for the exit, “C’mon, it’s like a five minute walk!” He nods wordlessly and you can’t help but smirk as he follows you like a lost little puppy.

True to your word, it’s only a few minutes later when you and Michael reach your dorm room, after you’d stopped for a minute at the entrance to your hall to chat with Farleigh, who seemed very interested in the nerdy boy following at your heels. You just couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face as you and Michael left him standing at the doors, mouth open and a wicked little gleam in his eyes; no doubt, he’d immediately scurried off to the King’s Arms.

The door to your room opens with a tiny squeak, blasted old building, and you all but prance inside, turning back to the blond boy still lingering in the doorway with a smile.

“Am I going to have to invite you in like a vampire?” You joke with a little laugh as you bend down to quickly undo the buckles of your heels, letting out a relieved sigh when you finally step out of them, leaving you in frilly white ankle socks.

Michael finally steps into your room with a huffed laugh and quickly kicks off his shoes, you smirk when you see his Star Wars themed socks. “‘M no vampire, love,” he quips, gold framed eyes darting around your room as he looks over every detail. You grin at the little blush on his cheeks and perch on the edge of your bed to watch him, head tilted ever so slightly.

“It’s, uh, it’s cute in here,” he observes, his voice a low hum as he takes in your frilly, lacy curtains, plush white rug, and equally girlish floral bedding, all encased in the faint pink glow of the heart-shaped fairy lights strung up around the room, “Just like how I imagined…” He breathes, so lowly you doubt he meant to say that bit aloud.

“Like you imagined?” You echo with a little giggle, quickly reapplying your lip gloss before setting the little tube on the corner of your desk.

“I just… I – It’s just very… you, is all I meant,” he stutters, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, the apples of his cheeks flushed a dark pink.

His awkwardness is so endearing, you can’t help but grin. The more time you spend with him, the more interesting he seems to become; this bumbling, nervous boy is so different from the one you’ve seen on campus so many times. On campus, he’s comfortable, quiet still, but with a definite air of confidence – clearly in his element as he prowls through bookshelves in the library or explains some complex math formula in the quad.

“So, you think about me often, then?” Your voice stays sweet, innocent almost, though you can’t help but tease him; he’s so pretty when he blushes.

“No!” He answers quickly, whipping his head toward you from where he’d been studying the various pictures tacked up on the walls, everything from boy band posters to stills from Clueless and Legally Blonde. “I mean, yes, sometimes, I…,” he fumbles again and pushes his glasses up his sharp nose, “I think about you a normal amount.” He says finally, glancing at you quickly before looking away.

You hum softly and stand before walking toward him with a kind smile, though you don’t miss the way he keeps glancing down at your cleavage, or the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows nervously.

“A normal amount?”

“Mhm,” he nods, gaze unsure as you come to stand in front of him, teeth biting into your plush lower lip as you twirl a piece of hair through your fingers, “As much as I think of anyone else.”

“So…,” you breathe, drawing out the word as you reach up and fiddle with the collar of his button down shirt, the turquoise gingham a bright blue blip among all the blush tones of your room, “Every time I’ve caught you looking at my tits in the library or in the quad or in the hallways… that was just a normal amount?”

You giggle as his eyes go wide, his lips opening and closing like a fish out of water. Deciding to take mercy on him, you run a finger down his chest, playfully fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“Relax, I’m not mad,” you shake your head, smiling when the tension in his shoulders visibly eases, “Why wouldn’t I want a cutie like you staring?”

His lips part at that as he sucks in a little breath, blue eyes widening behind his glasses. “You think I’m… cute?” He asks breathlessly, heart pounding under your fingertip.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip once more as you nod, cocking your head to the side just slightly as you peer up at him. “‘Course I do, honey, what’s not to like?”

Again, he gawks at you, blinking in shock and swallowing nervously.

“I –”

“I do have one question though…,” you tease, pouting a bit as you slowly and carefully undo the very top button on his shirt, relishing the way his breath hitches in his throat.

“Y-Yeah?” His voice breaks, making you giggle while he blushes somehow deeper.

“Mhm,” you nod, undoing the second button and pausing when you find a splash of hair across his chest, the same shiny wheat color as the hair on his head, causing a familiar knot to begin twisting itself up in your belly, “Why were you at the end of term party?”

He blinks for a second, evidently taken off guard. “I… W-Was it invite only?”

His question nearly makes you snort and you shake your head, the corners of your lips twitching as you try not to laugh. “No, sweetie,” you peer up at him through your lashes as you rest your hand against his bare chest, smirking ever so slightly when he shivers, “I just meant, I haven’t seen you at parties before… doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing.”

“I, well,” he stammers, the bottoms of his glasses fogging up from the heat radiating off his cheeks, “I just –”

“It’s for that club, yeah?” You ask finally, giggling at the shocked expression on his face.

“How do –”

“You lot are not nearly as sneaky as you think,” you laugh cheekily, bouncing excitedly on the balls of your feet, “Plus, I heard Felix and Oliver whispering about something to do with tasks a few weeks ago… and boys are very bad at keeping secrets once you get their cocks out.” You add with a little giggle, taking Michael’s hand once more and dragging him over to your plush bed. You sit him on the edge before all but climbing in his lap, smiling cheekily as you straddle his thighs, your knees digging into your soft bedding.

“So,” you start, holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself and smiling a little when he finally touches you, lightly resting his hands on your hips, “What’s your task, hm? I heard they made them, like, particularly brutal this year.”

“I don’t think I should say,” Michael murmurs with a little shake of his head, making you pout.

“Oh, come on!” You bounce on his lap a little, not missing the way his eyes seem to be drawn to your breasts like magnets, “I want to help! Is it something at the King’s Arms?”

“N-No, I really don’t think –”

“I know they keep the important rugby trophies there,” you think aloud, still playing dumb, just wanting him to say it, “Is that it? D’you have to steal one? One of the boys that works there owes me, I could get him to let you in after hours…” You prattle on, speaking faster and faster as Michael shakes his head beneath you.

Finally, he seems to reach a breaking point and his grip on your hips tightens. “I have to fuck you!” He blurts out before sighing.

“Oh, really?”

“I… I have to fuck you –”

“Mhm?”

“And prove I did somehow.”

“How interesting!”

He narrows his eyes at that and peers up at you suspiciously, studying you carefully. You can’t help but giggle, loving the way you feel when his eyes are on you, and you smirk when he finally blinks in realization.

“You… you knew this whole time, didn’t you?”

A sly smile spreads across your lips as you nod, squirming excitedly on his lap. “Like I said,” you chuckle with a little shrug, “Not. Sneaky!” You tease, punctuating each word with a little boop to the tip of his nose, unable to resist.

He stays silent for a moment, gazing up at you with a strange mixture of awe and unease before he finally speaks through a deep sigh. “So, I suppose this is the part where you tell me to leave?”

Well, that comment throws you off. You cock your head to the side, confused, as your eyebrows furrow together. “Why would I ask you to leave?”

He sighs again and grits his teeth, looking dejectedly at the floor. “Come on, love,” he mutters, looking anywhere but you, “I-It’s not like you’d ever want to –”

“Ever want to what?” You ask with a frown, gently grabbing at his chin and tilting his head up, forcing him to meet your gaze, “You think I don’t wanna fuck you, honey?”

“Well, I –”

“Michael,” you say pointedly, raising your brows as you smirk slightly, staring deeply into his blue eyes, “I’m the one that came onto you, yeah?”

“I… I suppose.”

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head as you run your fingers through his short hair, not missing the little sigh that leaves his lips when you push yourself closer to him, your chest pressing tightly against his, “And while I’m not thrilled at our first time being for some stupid little task –”

“It’s,” he cuts you off shyly, shaking his head ever so slightly, “It’s – I’ve never…” He stammers, nervously gripping at your waist once more.

You can’t help but smile softly, so charmed by him over and over. You nod your head knowingly, raising your brows just a bit. “I know, honey,” you whisper reassuringly, “We don’t have to, I’ll let you take a pair of my panties or whatever else, but we don’t need to do anything.”

He sighs up at you again, so taken with you he feels like he could scream, and shakes his head more, grabbing at your hips tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “N-No, I… I want to,” he nods, swallowing anxiously, “I do, I just… don’t really know what I’m doing.”

You nod again, listening carefully as he speaks. “So, is it all new or…?”

He shakes his head and smiles a little, shyly, though the sight of it still makes that knot in your belly tighten further, making you blush on his lap while butterflies swirl around inside you. “I’ve kissed before,” he says lowly, chuckling awkwardly as he seems to get bolder, causing you to shudder when he lightly rubs his hands over your waist and hips, “And done… hand stuff.”

You giggle at his boyish explanation and bite your lip when you smile at him, wiggling in his lap as a heat begins to settle at the apex of your thighs. “Can I kiss you, honey?”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat again, making you want so badly to press soft, glossy kisses to it, but you resist, determined to make this good for him.

“Yeah,” he nods eagerly, blue eyes fixated on your lips.

You smile softly before leaning in and finally pressing your lips against his, both of you sighing at once. One of his hands stays at your hip while the other comes to rest in the small of your back, pressing you more tightly to him as your lips move together, his motions surprisingly fluid and practiced.

You make a small noise in the back of your throat when you feel his tongue licking at your bottom lip, and eagerly allow him access with a little sigh. Your fingers busy themselves with unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making him shudder beneath you when you skim your hands over his bare chest and stomach as his tongue flows with your own, the bitter, coffee-ish flavor of the pint he’d had earlier still on his tongue.

Impatient, you pull back long enough to look at him for reassurance, smiling when you earn a little nod. You kiss him once more before tugging his shirt off, flushing when he groans lowly as you trail kisses down over his jaw and neck before swiping your tongue greedily over his Adam’s apple, making his breath hitch.

“F-Fuck,” he sighs brokenly, bolding tracing over your thigh until his fingers are tucked up under the silky, baby pink material of your dress. His touches make you shiver as goosebumps bloom over your skin, making you whine against the pale column of his throat, “Can I?” He breathes, fingers toying with a strap of your dress while the others slowly inched the bottom of it up higher and higher.

“God, please,” you mewl, nodding against his throat, your head on his shoulder. He shudders at the feel of your breath on his neck and nods once before tugging at the bottom of your dress. You sit up to help him, whining when you feel his hard length pressing against your thin, lacy underwear, “You don’t need to ask, Michael. Want you to take me however you want.” You whisper as he tugs your dress over your head, blue eyes meeting yours for a second as he nods before they skim lower, widening as he takes you in on his lap wearing only a bra and panties.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, making you giggle shyly as you lean in and softly kiss over his cheeks, “You have…you’re – you’re perfect,” he sighs, brazenly cupping your breasts, skimming his thumbs over your nipples through the thin pink fabric of your bra and smiling proudly when he feels them harden at his touch, “You’re perfect, but these are… holy shit.” He repeats, his voice breathy and mesmerized as he takes in your chest for another moment while you softly card your fingers through his golden hair.

You gasp through a little giggle when you feel his length twitch, even through his trousers, and wiggle on his lap, blushing when the movement earns you a broken groan. “Yeah?” You whisper cheekily, watching as he marvels at your chest for a second longer before quickly unclasping your bra and shrugging out of it, tossing it down onto the floor with his shirt and your dress, “What about now?” You tease, proudly arching your back as you bite your lip.

He groans again, louder than he has all evening, and instantly ducks his head down. The feel of his soft lips wrapping eagerly around one of your nipples makes you cry out, gasping sharply as he sucks at the sensitive bud before he runs his tongue over it. You cradle the back of his head in your hands, fingers lightly pulling at the short strands of hair, as he switches from one breast to the other, kneading whichever one is free with his hand.

Needing something, anything, you finally pull him off of your chest after a few moments, laughing when he all but whines, and smiling even more when you take in his disheveled appearance – blond hair sticking up at odd angles from where you’d run your fingers through it, cheeks flushed as his glasses sit crooked on his nose, and his blue eyes staring up at you hungrily.

You shift back on his thighs just enough to snake a hand between the two of you and he gasps when you cup the bulge pressing against the zipper of his khakis. “You want me to suck your cock?” You ask cheekily, lightly squeezing at his length.

He surprises you by shaking his head no,gulping slightly with an awkward laugh before answering. “I do, I really fucking do, love,” he breathes, kneading at your breasts as he stares up at you sheepishly, “B-But I really want to last and if you… if you suck it, I –”

“Okay, okay,” you stop him with a kiss, “We’ll table it for next time.”

“N-Next time?” He questions, fighting to keep his eyes open as you press kisses against his neck once more. You nod against his shoulder and press kisses up to just beneath his ear.

“I’m not letting you go that easy, honey,” you whisper, chuckling when he shivers. You spend another moment softly kissing and biting at his neck before speaking again, “Have you ever eaten anyone out?” You question, pulling back to look at him.

He shakes his head, his eyes flicking between both of yours as he looks up at you. “No.” He answers simply, his voice hardly a whisper.

You can’t help but smirk coyly and cock your head to the side, running a finger through the little patch of hair on his chest just to see him shudder. “You wanna try it?”

He nods eagerly and surprises you once again by quickly swinging you around, maneuvering you until your head rests on the pillows of your bed. You squeal at the movement, laughing with him as he settles over you, his narrow hips slotting easily between your thighs as you silently marvel at his unexpected strength, the shock of it going right between your legs.

“You want me to lick your pussy?” He asks lowly, grinning when he sees your eyes widen ever so slightly.

“You’re quite something, huh?” You breathe, still gazing up at him in surprise.

“Observant,” he shrugs, smirking as he sits up, kneeling between your legs, “You aren’t the only one who is, love.” He teases, quickly undoing his belt and trousers and groaning as he pushes them down his thighs, stopping at his knees.

Your eyes go wide at the size of his length, it’s clearly very impressive and it’s not even out of his plaid boxers yet. That smirk stays plastered on his face as he leans back down to hover over you, hastily removing his glasses and sitting them on your desk before sloppily kissing you for a moment, surprising you yet again by trailing wet kisses down your neck.

“Michael…” You sigh dreamily, arching your back toward him when he starts kissing over your chest. He groans from deep in his chest, mouth pressed against the fat of your breast.

“Fucking hell,” he curses, teasing your nipple again with the tip of his tongue, “Say it again, love.”

His simple command sends shivers down your spine and you mewl, squirming underneath him, “M-Michael!” You moan again, fumbling over your words as he sucks at your breast again before he lifts his head.

“Good girl,” he purrs with a sly, easy smirk that makes your heart jump, a soft sigh tumbling past your lips. He shifts further down the bed, kissing down over your ribs and stomach, his confidence seemingly growing every time he presses his lips against your skin; the thought makes your head spin.

Finally, he hooks his fingers into the lacy sides of your panties, and his eyes peer up at you as he tugs them down over your hips before flinging them onto the floor. “Oh, my God…,” he sighs, staring greedily at your pussy, a broken groan sounds from his throat when you spread your legs more.

You bite your lip and giggle, smiling shyly as you tangle your fingers in his hair once more. “Like what you see?”

He nods his head rapidly, making you chuckle again as he stares up at you, an almost pained expression on his face. “I… uh, w-what now?”

He’s so endearing, you can’t help the little sigh that leaves you and you sit up a little, leaning back on an elbow as you use your other hand to spread your center open. You bite your bottom lip once more when he whines a little, seeing you all spread out before him, flushed folds already slick and shiny.

“Lick here, honey,” you whimper as you skim your fingers over your clit, so keyed up from only a few kisses that you gasp a little when you feel yourself clench; Michael looks like he may pass out.

Ever the dutiful student, he gives you one last look before diving in. Your head falls back with a whiny gasp as his tongue snakes over your clit, just as you’d instructed. A long, shuddery moan leaves him, vibrating against your cunt and you watch as his blue eyes all but roll back in his head.

“Just like that, Michael,” you praise, tugging at his hair ever so slightly, which only serves to make him moan more. Your chest heaves as you watch him, determined not to let your eyes squeeze shut while he licks and kisses and sucks at your pussy like a man possessed, “Holy shit!” You whimper loudly when he pushes his tongue into you, groaning lowly when he feels your walls clench around it as he presses his nose perfectly against your clit.

“You taste so good,” he gasps, wrapping his hands around your thighs to keep you exactly where he wants. He peers up at you through blond lashes as he feasts on you, sucking eagerly at your clit and savoring the way you shiver and squirm from his motions.

Unbelievably, you already feel that warm, familiar tug in your belly beginning to grow, making your whole body feel flush and taut. “Just like that, just like that,” you whine urgently, grabbing onto his hair tighter and guiding his mouth exactly where you need it, your eyes finally rolling back and fluttering shut, “Holy fuck, don’t stop!”

Michael grunts as you tug at his hair, his own hips rutting greedily against your pretty bedding — cock throbbing so hard there’s no doubt he’s leaked through his boxers. He watches you carefully, studying your movements and reactions as best he can while he rhythmically licks at your clit.

“Oh, shit!” You cry not even a moment later, your whole body seeming to stutter as your muscles finally relax. You mewl as your high finally washes over you, savoring the way Michael groans into your cunt as he feels it contracting on his tongue. Your eyes stay squeezed shut as shivers roll up and down your spine, shuddered cries leaving your lips.

Just as his touches begin to border on overstimulation, you have enough wherewithal to push him away, and he releases your center with a lewd little pop.

“Was that good?” He asks through a breathless laugh, swallowing as he looks up at you, evidence of your arousal still shining on his lips and chin.

“Good?” You huff, eyebrows raised as you gaze down at him, “You’re sure you’ve never done that before?” You question in disbelief, chest still heaving.

He smiles shyly, already pink cheeks seeming to flush deeper from your praise as he chuckles. You cup his cheeks when he leans over you again, whimpering as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’re unbelievable.” You sign as he kisses down your neck again, making him chuckle against your skin.

“Just observant,” he grunts, shuddering when you wrap your legs around his trim waist. You gasp as his length brushes over your still sensitive pussy, impossibly hot and hard even through the thin fabric of his boxers. His fragmented sigh makes you smile and you tug his head up, blushing as you look up at him.

“You ready, honey?” You breathe, giggling when he nods his head again eagerly, his hips stuttering instinctually against your center. “Here, let me…” You trail off, the two of you separating for a moment as you lean over and pull open the top drawer of your desk, pulling out a pack of condoms and tearing one off before laying back down.

You watch enraptured as he kneels between your legs again, pulling down his boxers finally. “Holy…” you gasp when his cock finally bobs free, twitching up to rut against his lower stomach; he’s long and thick, curving a little as veins run up the underside, leading to a flushed, leaking head. He smiles shyly again at your attention as he shuffles awkwardly out of his trousers and underwear, kicking them off and onto the floor.

You hand him the condom and watch as he rolls it on, giving him a little reassuring smile as he does. Once it’s securely in place, you pull him back to you, eagerly kissing him once more and wrapping your legs securely around his waist. Both of you moan in unison when his length glides through your folds, the head catching perfectly on your clit.

He pulls away with a little gasp, hovering over you as he glances down at your hips. “S-So, I just…” He trails off, watching as you reach down with one hand, grunting softly when you wrap your hand around his cock.

Carefully, you position him at your entrance and angle your hips a little. “Go on, honey,” you encourage with a soft smile, running your other hand over his chest.

Nodding once, he presses forward and swears he sees God. “F-Fucking hell,” he groans, loudly sighing your name as he carefully guides himself into you, absolutely in awe at the way your hot cunt grips him. His eyes squeeze shut, his hips resting firmly against yours as his chest heaves, breaths coming in short, sharp pants.

You aren’t fairing much better, head spinning at the way he splits you open, pressing incessantly at each and every sensitive spot within you. You pant against his neck as he stills, pressed deeply within you.

“D-Do… fuck, do I just…?” Michael stutters, giving half-hearted little thrusts to test the waters.

“Yes!” You answer instantly, anxiously nodding up at him as your hips wiggle against the bedsheets, making him swear and shudder above you, “Just move, honey, do what feels good.”

He groans again and gives a little nod before experimentally moving his hips again, pulling out more this time before pushing back in. “Shit,” he breathes above you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he grunts with each roll of his hips.

You pant underneath him, spurring him on by pressing your feet against his backside, urging him to move faster and faster as the frilly lace from your socks tickles his pale skin. “You’re doing so, so good, oh, my God,” you breathe, your voice high-pitched and whimpery as you tangle your fingers in his hair again, knowing by now that it drives him crazy.

Above you, Michael’s hips slowly but surely begin to stutter, his thrusts starting to peter out as his breathing picks up. “I’m —!”

“Wait!” You blurt suddenly, smiling wickedly as he comes to a screeching halt, pushing himself up enough to stare down at you with wild eyes, “I have an idea…” You tease with a little giggle.

“W-What?”

“You have a phone, yeah?”

“…Yeah?”

“One that can, like, take video?”

“Yes?”

“Grab it,” you laugh, pushing him off of you with a laugh. He rolls his eyes with a smirk but does as you ask, clumsily pulling himself from your heat before stumbling over to where his khakis had landed. He shuffles about for a second before pulling a silver phone from the pocket of his trousers.

“Now what?” He asks curiously, positioning himself back between your thighs, cock twitching meanly.

“Film me.”

“What?!” He gapes at you, brows creased.

“Film me, honey,” you giggle, biting your lip conspiratorially, “For your little task, you need proof, yeah?”

“Well, yeah, b-but I can just take your panties or something, I don’t —“

“Or you could bring back something better…” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders playfully, “We don’t have to but… it could be kinda hot?”

He pauses for a moment, eyes flicking between you, your pussy, and the phone in his hand before he nods once, curtly. “We… we can try it.”

“Yeah? You wanna?”

“Yeah,” he quips, catching you by surprise as a mean little smirk spreads over his lips, “Wanna see the look on Catton’s face when he sees you creaming on my cock.”

Your eyes widen and you huff out a shocked laugh, a zing of electricity lighting behind your eyes. “You’re insane,” you say softly, an endeared smile on your lips.

He snickers, his whole demeanor seeming to change before your eyes as he transforms from this shy, stuttering boy into an astonishingly cocky man. “You like it, love,” he teases, grabbing his dick and positioning himself at your entrance yet again.

“Wait!” You giggle again, blushing as he groans.

“You don’t want to anymore?”

“No, no, not that,” you assure him, affectionately running your hand down one of his shockingly muscular arms, “You can film me… on one condition.”

“‘N what would that be?”

“Take me on a date.” You breathe, suddenly shy. You know he’ll agree to it, but even still, your heart pumps wildly in your chest.

He stares at you for a second, blinking dumbly as he processes your request. “You want me to take you on a date?” He asks, flushing so deeply that the soft pink hue cascades all the way down to his chest.

Giggling, you nod your head, giving his forearm a reassuring squeeze. “You need to start giving yourself more credit, honey.”

He sighs at that, a little astounded huff, before he’s suddenly grabbing at your calves and pushing your legs up toward your shoulders, all but bending you in half, anxious to get his cock back into you. You gasp at the movement, and chuckle at his eagerness, a sound that morphs into a whiny moan when he slides back home.

“Christ,” he grunts, shoulders heaving as he gets used to the way you feel around him once more, “Y-You feel so good, love, fucking perfect.”

“You’re so big,” you whine, nodding as you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky, “You’re so good, Michael, you have no idea.”

He groans above you, hands shaking as he grabs for his phone, flipping it open and quickly opening the camera as his hips rut into you, making the springs of your bed creak softly.

As soon as Michael gives you a little nod to let you know he’s filming, you truly put on a show — or well, you at least stop trying to quiet yourself down and be conscientious of the people in the rooms next to you. The way he has your legs bent back makes him feel somehow bigger and causes his cock to hit that sensitive spot within you with pinpoint accuracy every time he thrusts in, making you clench around him and moan loudly each time he moves his hips against you.

You watch as he angles the camera down a bit, no doubt pointing it at the spot the two of you are joined together, letting the camera record his cock sliding in and out of you. When he moves it back up, however, to get your face as evidence, you plaster on the cheekiest grin you can muster.

“H-Hi boys,” you tease breathlessly, smirking as you lean up on one elbow. You wave with your other hand before blowing a kiss to the camera, which makes Michael cockily laugh.

“Fuck, I gotta…” he mutters after a few more seconds, carelessly dropping his phone down on the bed before roughly grabbing at your thighs with a bruising grip, one that makes you mewl and arch your back toward him. The two of you moan and whimper in unison as he begins thrusting wildly, seemingly too worked up to care about anything but cumming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant over and over, head spinning as he bullies your sweet spot.

“That’s it, love,” Michael murmurs, his voice gruff and low as he stares down at you, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead; he looks wilder than you’ve ever seen him, the thought only serving to push you closer and closer to the edge. “S-Shit, that’s it. Fucking come for me, cream on my cock; please, please, please,” he murmurs, leaning down to press desperate kisses against your neck and collarbones.

The new position causes his pubic bone to rub deliciously over your clit, making you seize beneath him with a loud whine. Your toes curl, heels still pressing into the small of his back. “M-Michael, holy fuck!” You practically squeal as your high finally washes over you once more, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you go lax and pliant underneath him.

The feel of your walls pulsing around his cock has Michael reeling, his hips somehow thrusting even faster as he both desperately wants to cum while also never wanting this feeling to end. “C-Cum, honey, cum,” you pant softly, cupping his cheek with one hand and turning his face toward yours.

That does him in and the rubber band in his belly viciously snaps, making him shudder above you as his thrusts come to a halt, cock twitching wildly inside you as he empties himself into the condom. You watch him in awe, taking in every detail from the way his nose scrunches up as his eyes squeeze close to the way he whispers your name over and over like a prayer.

The two of you lay in silence for a moment, his breath warm against your neck as he slumps against you trying to catch his breath.

Eventually, you can’t help it anymore and let out a breathless giggle, which only intensifies when he props himself up on an elbow to peer down at you with a smirk.

“Something funny?”

“Just,” you breathe, trying to calm yourself enough to get words out, “Just… wow,” you finally say, giggles petering out as you look up at him, the soft gleam in his eyes makes your heart clench in your chest.

“Good wow?” He blushes, looking down between the two of you as he pulls himself from your walls with a little hiss.

“Very, very good wow,” you confirm, grinning as you watch him pull off the condom before he peers up at you with a sheepish grin. “Tie it off, honey,” you instruct, smirking as he does just that, before nodding to the little wastebasket by your desk.

He gets up with a groan and quickly tosses the condom in the trash before turning back to you, the bashful look on his face making you blush.

Unable to resist, you grin at him and spread your arms with a giggle, wordlessly inviting him for a cuddle, which he gladly accepts. The bed creaks slightly as he lays back down, relaxing his head on the pillow just beside yours. Again, the two of you stay silent for a moment, content to merely gaze at one another, before he shyly looks away and sighs.

“I…,” he starts, blue eyes blinking and flitting around your room as he gathers his thoughts, “Thank you,” he finally says, looking back at you with a little half smile.

Your brows furrow at this as you grin at him. “What’re you thanking me for?”

“Well, f-for… this,” he says, gesturing vaguely at the two of you before sitting up just slightly and fishing around in the blankets for a second. “And this,” he sighs, holding his phone up before twisting around to set it on the corner of your desk, turning back to you. “I just… I know you didn’t have to, is all, so…”

You cock your head to the side as you prop yourself up on an elbow, eyes narrowing as you study him closely. “And people have the nerve to say I’m thick,” you joke, lips spreading into a wide grin as you gaze down at him, “I wanted to do all this, Michael. I’m the one that came onto you, remember?”

“W-Well, yeah, but —“

“No buts!” You laugh, pressing a finger against his lips as you shake your head, “I have eyes too, you know.”

“What does that mean?”

“You haven’t been the only one watching someone for months,” you giggle shyly, pressing your forehead against his, “I meant what I said about that date, too.”

His arms wind around your waist, holding you tight as he processes your words with a dumbstruck smile, blushing under your gaze. “Whatever you say, love,” he concedes finally, pressing his lips against yours sweetly.

He yawns tiredly when he pulls away from you after a moment, which only makes you yawn as well, and you glance over at the little clock on your dresser. “Christ,” you gasp, turning back to him, “I didn’t realize it’s already almost four… you can crash here, if you want?”

He considers it for a moment, knowing he has to be back in that stupid little basement by noon and making a mental map of where exactly your dormitory is in relation to the Merton College Chapel. “I… I can stay, yeah,” he finally nods after a moment.

“You’re sure?”

“Love, I’m not sure my legs work well enough yet to walk out of here anyway.”

Michael

Groaning, Michael slowly blinks his eyes open, rubbing them softly as he sits up in bed with a yawn. Blindly reaching over for his glasses, he’s confused when he doesn’t feel them in their usual spot and finally opens his eyes properly.

He stares, confused for a moment as to how exactly he somehow got transported into what appears to be Barbie’s damn dream house, before the events of last night come flooding back to him.

“Holy shit,” he breathes when he turns his head and sees your still-sleeping form beneath your flowery sheets, your hair tousled wildly on the pillow as your shoulders rise and fall evenly still with each breath. Looking around, he finally spots his glasses and puts them on before reaching for his phone, and cursing again when he sees the time.

11:47 AM.

He practically falls out of your bed as he tries to extricate himself from the sheets, and he hears you wake with a start behind him as he grabs wildly at his clothes on the floor.

“Michael?” You ask questioningly, your voice still hoarse from sleep as you, frankly fucking adorably, rub at your eyes before fixing him with a curious look.

“Gotta, shit, gotta run,” he explains quickly, cursing as he nearly loses his balance trying to tug his trousers on, “Need to be at Merton Chapel in, like, Christ, ten minutes!”

“Ohh,” you giggle softly, watching with amusement as he finishes getting dressed, hair and clothes so disheveled that he’s sure he looks like the very definition of the walk of shame.

Just as he’s tugging his shoes on and making a mad dash for the door, you stop him. “Here,” you smirk, holding out the same lacy pair of pink panties you wore last night, “For proof,” you explain, nodding to the phone in his hand, “Along with that. Should be more than enough,” you giggle proudly.

He smiled sheepishly as he pockets your underwear. “T-Thanks,” he nods, turning to leave before you stop him once more.

He can’t help but blush when you lean in and press and quick kiss to his lips, your cherry chapstick rubbing off on him some. Pulling away, you playfully smack his chest with a little grin. “Go get ‘em, honey.”

Nodding, he smiles again before finally pulling your door open and bounding down the hallway. “I’ll text you, love!” He calls, peering back just before he rounds a corner, “About that date!”

It’s 11:58 on the dot when he flings the basement door open, only to be pulled over to the same stupid dank basement wall, his back hitting it once more with a dull thud.

Glancing around, he sees the ski-masked boys again, all fifteen of them, standing in a row with the head boy slightly out of line. To his left stands one of the other initiates, clutching a black tube of some sort.

The basement stays silent for a moment before one of the masked boy’s watch alarms goes off just as the bells in the tower begin to chime.

Once, twice, all the way up to twelve. Noon.

Right on cue, the head boy steps forward even more and looks between Michael and the other initiate. “Your friend couldn’t be bothered to show his face, then?” He asks, dark eyes peering at the boy next to Michael.

He scoffs and shakes his head, glaring at the head boy. “He’s still at the bank!” He snaps, “All the way in bloody Switzerland,” he kicks at the dirty stone floor as he explains, “Dickhead,” he finally mutters lowly under his breath.

“Shame,” the head boy quips, clasping his hands in front of his waist, “Some men are simply not cut out for Bullingdon.”

The boys in the row behind him nod knowingly, each making some little noise of affirmation until the head boy quickly stops them, holding a fist up by his head, bringing it back down to his side when they shut up.

“So, initiates, what’ve you got?”

The boy next to Michael steps forward first and hands the black tube to the head boy with a sigh. “There,” he says, gesturing to it, “There’s your bloody map. My mum could get sacked for that.”

The head boy pops open one end of the tube, a document sleeve Michael now realizes, and gingerly extracts a rolled up piece of parchment from it, unrolling it just enough to confirm it's what they asked for.

“Well done, initiate,” he nods, seemingly impressed as he flashes a smile at the boy, white teeth gleaming creepily through the slit in his ski mask. Carefully, he rolls the document up again before sliding it back in the tube, “Your commitment to Bullingdon will take you far. Welcome to the fray.”

The boy stands still for a moment, eyeing the document tube with an almost regretful expression before curtly nodding and taking his place back against the wall.

“And then there was one,” the head boy murmurs, dark faze fixed on Michael, “I seem to remember we gave you quite the… interesting task indeed, initiate. How did you manage?”

Smiling damn near arrogantly, Michael all but skips up the head boy and proudly pulls your panties from his back pocket, letting them dangle from his index finger. “See for yourself.”

The head boy grabs them by the edge and studies them for a moment, turning back to the row of boys behind him with a questioning glance. The boy Michael knows already to be that cunt, Oliver Quick, glances between him, the panties, and Michael, before cutting a sideways glance to a tall boy standing next to him.

“These could be anyone’s,” the head boy says, turning back to Michael as he shakes his head, “You could’ve nicked them from your sister or something, we’ll need more than this, initiate.”

“Don’t even have a sister,” Michael quips, shrugging his shoulders with a little frown.

“Okay, like, your cousin or something then –”

“Don’t have a female cousin,” he says with a shake of his head, “All boys.”

“The point still stands!” The head boy finally snaps, making Michael bite the inside of his cheek to hide a little laugh, though the corner of his lips still quirks up in a smirk, “You haven’t got any proof, do you? Is that why you’re stalling?”

Huffing a little laugh, Michael finally lets himself smirk meanly and steps closer to the head boy as he pulls his phone from his pocket, flips it open, and navigates to his video gallery. “Is this enough proof?” He teases, pressing play on the most recent video.

The picture is small and grainy but there’s no doubt as to what’s happening as the sound of your pretty whimpers and moans echoes around the brick basement, along with the wet smack of Michael’s cock driving into you again and again.

The head boy stares at the screen still as curiosity gets to a few of the boys in the row behind him and they all come crowd around Michael’s phone, eyes widening behind their ski masks and mouths falling open.

The tallest one, the one Oliver keeps glancing at, lets out a long sigh as he peers down at the small screen and brings a hand up to his head as if he were going to run it through his hair before remembering the mask he has on. With him this close, Michael finally notices the little silver barbell stuck through his eyebrow and shivers as his lips curl up into a sadistic Cheshire cat smile, a tidal wave of savage pride crashing through his system.

Finally, fucking finally, I get something he wants, he thinks as your breathy moans continue to pour from the speaker of his phone, tinny and muffled in some spots where he’d accidentally covered the microphone, but beautiful, beautiful and because of him.

After a moment, the video ends, the tiny phone screen reverting back to it’s little thumbnail as the head boy peers up at Michael, the rest of the club members taking their places back in line, though he can’t help but notice that Felix’s broad shoulders are slumped now and Oliver stands ever closer to him, like some kind of fucked up bodyguard.

“I’ll be damned, initiate,” the head boy sighs with a shake of his head, “I really didn’t think you had it in you.”

He watches as Michael merely nods and pockets his phone again, holding it tightly in his fist even still. After a second, he smiles widely and claps a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly.

“Welcome to Bullingdon.”

Some time later, Michael finally exits the basement, a few of the club members, sans ski masks now, nodding goodbye to him as they disperse across campus, meeting adjourned.

He wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting from the initial meeting but it was mostly them prattling on about where exactly they had all their grubby little fingers, poked in seemingly every facet of society from Parliament to local newspapers.

Braggy cunts, Michael thinks as he ambles outside, glancing up at the sky as he steps into the Mob Quad, surrounded by stony old buildings.

Smiling to himself, he pulls out his phone and quickly finds your number in his contacts list, blushing when he sees you’ve taken the liberty of adding some girly heart emoticon next to it. He hardly has time to press it against his ear before you answer.

“Well?” You demand with that now familiar giggle, some unfamiliar pop song playing in the background.

“I’m in,” he confirms, nodding to himself as he slowly walks in the direction of his dormitory, “Thanks to you.” He smiles like an idiot when you laugh.

“Don’t sell yourself short, honey,” you tease, he can picture your bright, glossy smile in his head, “You earned that spot.”

Michael merely shakes his head with a happy little sigh. “So,” he starts, clearing his throat and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “About that date… I was thinking the King’s Arms? Tonight at six, if that works?”

“Oooh, tonight at six,” you repeat teasingly, an image flashing in his mind of you twirling your hair around a perfectly manicured finger, “Someone’s quite eager, hm?”

“Can you blame me?”

“Hmm, I suppose not,” you giggle, pausing for a second, “It’s a date then.”

“Fantastic,” Michael sighs, trying with every fiber of his being to sound casual and cool about the whole thing, even as his heart threatens to beat out of his chest.

“See you tonight, Mr. Bullingdon,” you tease, making a little kissy sound into the phone before hanging up.

Michael pauses for a moment, standing to the side on the pavement as he nods to himself. If it weren’t so fucking cheesy, he’d raise his fist in the air, victorious, à la Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club.

Instead, he flips his phone back open and navigates back to your video. Sighing, he stares at the little thumbnail for a second before deleting it, pocketing his phone once more, and continuing back to his dormitory.

He has the real thing now.

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.・。.・゜✭ Character Songs ✫ ゜・。.

Songs under the cut:

MAGICAE

Nobody’s Soldier - Hozier

Not - Big Thief

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry

Finale/Children Will Listen (Part 1) - Into the Woods

Your Fault - Into the Woods

CASTOR & POLLUX

I Ain’t Done - The Crane Wives

Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant

Isle Unto Thyself - Miracle Musical

Hell’s Comin’ with Me - Poor Man’s Poison

Vulture Culture - Fangclub

Brutus - The Buttress

My Way - Frank Sinatra

Ignorance - Paramore

The Plagues - Ralph Fiennes, Amick Byram

Still / The Neva Flows (Reprise) - Ramin Karimloo, Christy Altomare

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Christmas Kids - Roar

Your Obedient Servant - Leslie Odom Jr., Lin Manuel Miranda

CASTOR

The Crooked, The Cradle - The Crane Wives

Get Free - Lana Del Rey

Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi - Radiohead

Blood // Water - Grandson

See America Right - The Mountain Goats

Kiss Me, Son of God - They Might Be Giants

Caesar on a TV Screen - The Last Dinner Party

Introducing Jonah to the Whale - Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Hurricane - Lin Manuel Miranda

POLLUX

Hellfire - Patrick Page

Oh Ana - Mother Mother

Psycho Killer - The Talking Heads

Bark Like a God - Sloppy Jane

I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

Hansel - Soddiken

Helena - My Chemical Romance

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

BlackBoxWarrior OKULTRA - Will Wood

Caesar on a TV Screen - The Last Dinner Party

Chop Suey! - System Of A Down

THE TRIO

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

Freaks - Surf Curse

No Surprises - Radiohead

My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

Sharks - Imagine Dragons

Not Strong Enough - Boygenius

Look Who’s Inside Again - Bo Burnham

Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Starman - David Bowie

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Malmo - Mook

Hell Above - Pierce the Veil

What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club

Someday - Two Door Cinema Club

Next Year - Two Door Cinema Club

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

KICK BACK - Kenshi Yonezu

Homage - Mild High Club

New Home - Austin Farwell

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Don’t Go Insane - DPR IAN

Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

O Children - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

Forwards Beckon Rebound - Adrianne Lenker

Where or When - Laufey

Seven - Taylor Swift

Ready Now - Dodie

All The Young Dudes - Mott the Hoople

Strange Sight - KT Tunstall

No Roots - Alice Merton

Claw Machine - Sloppy Jane, Phoebe Bridgers

Purpose is Glorious - Natalie Holt

Little Wonders - Rob Thomas

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

Best Friend - Toy-Box

Forever Young - Alphaville

Like a Prayer - I’ll Take You There Choir

Search Party - The Blasting Company

Exogenesis: Symphony Pt. 3 - Muse

Island Song - Adventure Time

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

Reptilia - Ricky Montgomery

Again & Again - The Bird and the Bee

Watching Him Fade Away - Mac DeMarco

There’s a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers

Clair de Lune - Son Lux, Chris Pattishall

Piano Man - Billy Joel

Who Are You, Really? - Milly Ekko

Subway - Chappell Roan

Jigsaw Falling Into Place - Radiohead

As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler, The Creator

Nothing’s New - Rio Romeo

Here Comes a Thought - Steven Universe

30/90 - Andrew Garfield

WREN

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers

Amoeba - Clairo

Class of 2013 - Mitski

Tiger Inside - SuperM

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

I’m Something Else - SomeThingElseyt

Love Grows (Where the Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Hai Yorokonde - Kacchi no Kento

The Communists Have the Music - They Might Be Giants

Wren’s Lullaby - Dandelion Hands

Perfect Blues - Hannah Bahng

The Other Side - Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron

Worldstar Money (Interlude) - Joji

You Love Me - Kimya Dawson

Digital Silence - Peter McPoland

Summer’s End - Phoebe Bridgers

Lucky - Lucky Twice

ATLAS

Jobless Monday - Mitski

Drunk Walk Home - Mitski

Are You Satisfied? - Marina

Detention - Melanie Martinez

Francis Forever - Mitski

Mama’s Boy - Dominic Fike

Dress My Wounds - Mook

Cop Car - Mitski

Working for the Knife - Mitski

Leaving Tonight - The Neighborhood

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

The Soccer Journals - Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

Step On Me - The Cardigans

Bug Like An Angel - Mitski

Amnesia Was Her Name - Lemon Demon

Taurnado - Kimiko Glenn

All I Ever Wanted - Amick Byram, Linda Dee Shayne

Puppet Boy - DEVO

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore

What If I Forget Your Face - Kimiko Glenn

Who Is She? (Reprise) - Kimiko Glenn

Shameika - Fiona Apple

The Archer - Taylor Swift

Do I Disappoint You - Rufus Wainwright

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

Boy - Alex G

Lithonia - Childish Gambino

I Don’t Hate My Body I’m Just Afraid Of It - Mallrat

Romantic Homicide - d4vd

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

BlackBoxWarrior OKULTRA - Will Wood

A Human’s Touch - TWRP, McKenna Rae

Once Upon a December - Christy Altomare

Wet - Dazey and the Scouts

Sorry - Alex G

Dealer - Lana Del Rey

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Stay Soft - Mitski

Paper Bag - Fiona Apple

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

Shame - Mitski

Choking Games - Nicole Dollanganger

Flowers of Flesh and Blood - Nicole Dollanganger

Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me

Pretty When I Cry - Lana Del Rey

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

Drunk-Dazed - ENHYPEN

Poison - Brent Faiyaz

All You Wanna Do - Aimie Atkinson

Haze (Acoustic Vers.) - Nervous

Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths

Paranoid Android - Radiohead

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

Should’ve Been Me - Mitski

Top of My School - Katherine Lynn-Rose

PUPPET - Tyler, The Creator

Disobedient - Steven Universe

Like Him - Tyler, The Creator, Lola Young

When Memories Snow - Mitski

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Stand Tall - Childish Gambino

Mis - Alex G

So Real - Jeff Buckley

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

Destroyed By Hippie Powers - Car Seat Headrest

Cute Thing - Car Seat Headrest

ALASTAIR

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

All This And Heaven Too - Florence + The Machine

Dance On The Moon - AURORA

The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd

Black Hole - She & Him

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.

Inspector Gadget - London Music Works

Animals - Muse

The Fruits - Paris Paloma

They’re Coming to Take Me Away—Ha Ha! - Sloppy Jane

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

Out There - Tony Jay, Tom Hulce

It Took Me By Surprise - Maria Mena

And The Hound - Yaelokre

Right Now - Gracie Abrams

If I’m Being Honest - Dodie

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

A Quick One Before The Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut - Have a Nice Life

My Tears Are Becoming a Sea - M83

The Lament of Eustace Scrubb - The Oh Hellos

The Crooked Kind - Radical Face

Pretend - Alex G

I Don’t Hate My Body I’m Just Afraid Of It - Mallrat

Trees - McCafferty

BlackBoxWarrior OKULTRA - Will Wood

The Ballad of Jane Doe - Emily Rohm

Arcturus Beaming - The Crane Wives

Black Hole Fantasy - The Crane Wives

Listen Before I Go - Billie Eilish

アルジャーノン - Yorushika

S.O.S D’un Terrien en Détresse - Dimash Qudaibergen

On My Own - Samantha Banks

YKWIM - Yot Club

I Want You - Mitski

It’s Only Sex - Car Seat Headrest

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Lilith - Saint Avangeline

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

Trees II - McCafferty

Creep - Radiohead

In My Dreams - Red Velvet

Cupid - Jack Stauber

Ceilings - Lizzy McAlphine

Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

No One Noticed - The Marias

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Fable - Gigi Perez

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Creature - Half Alive

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

ATLAS & ALASTAIR

Sleeping With the Enemy - TV Girl

Cynical One - TV Girl

Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi - Radiohead

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank Sinatra

Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

A Pearl - Mitski

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

I Love You More (Than Adore) - The Crane

Talking In Your Sleep - The Romantics

Leonard Cohen - Boygenius

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron

The Bug Collector - Haley Heynderickx

Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers

Boats & Birds - Gregory and Hawk

Night Shift - Lucy Dacus

Città Vuota - Mina

Sweet Night - V

Love Like You - Steven Universe

A Night To Remember - Beabadoobee, Laufey

I Don’t Smoke (Audiotree Live Version) - Mitski

A Match Into Water - Pierce The Veil

Daydream in Blue - I Monster

It Had To Be You - Motion City Soundtrack

Alley Rose - Conan Gray

The Cut That Always Bleeds - Conan Gray

Die With a Smile - Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars

Say It - The Crane Wives

Seasons - Wave to Earth

Love. - Wave to Earth

Ur So Pretty - Wasia Project

Love Wins All - IU

Sailor Song - Gigi Perez

Sometimes (Backwood) - Gigi Perez

Grow As We Go - Katherine Lynn-Rose, Stephan André

憂、燦々 - Yorushika

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Грешная страсть - Dimash Qudaibergen

Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienna Teng

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over - Jeff Buckley

The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird - Rachel Zelger

El Tango De Roxanne - Moulin Rouge

Once More To See You - Mitski

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Michelle - Sir Chloe

Wish You Were Sober - Conan Gray

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Fight or Flight - Conan Gray

Astronomy - Conan Gray

Tightrope - Michelle Williams

Picture You - Chappell Roan

Beachboy - McCafferty

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Repeat Until Death - Novo Amor

We’ll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Promise - Laufey

The Story - Conan Gray

Try Again - JAEHYUN, d.ear

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Memories - Conan Gray

Sinner - The Last Dinner Party

I Wait For You - Alex G

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Margarita Sugar (Indigo + Friends Version) - Chrysalis

I Saw You In A Dream - The Japanese House

Evol - Adrianne Lenker

No. 1 Party Anthem - Arctic Monkeys

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Arctic Monkeys

Anything We Want - Fiona Apple

Beach Life-In-Death - Car Seat Headrest

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

La Nave del Olvido - José José

I Love You, I’m Sorry - Gracie Abrams

Out Like a Light - The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery

Happy News for Sadness - Car Seat Headrest

Sober to Death - Car Seat Headrest

JEREMIAH & ALASTAIR

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

Francis Forever - Mitski

Ew - Joji

Half Return - Adrianne Lenker

Problems - Mother Mother

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Old Friend - Mitski

I Love You - Billie Eilish

Deliver Us - Ofra Haza, Eden Riegel

Black Fins - Ricky Montgomery

I Miss You, I’m Sorry - Gracie Abrams

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots - Patrick Watson

Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure

Hot and Heavy - Lucy Dacus

Cool About It - Boygenius

Little Fall of Rain - Eddie Redmayne, Samantha Barks

Scott Street - Phoebe Bridgers

Motion Picture Soundtrack - Radiohead

Last Time We Never Meet Again - Sarah Kinsley

Bloom - The Paper Kites

Curl Up & Die - Matt Maltese

Normalcy - Gigi Perez

Rises the Moon - Liana Flores

Euthanasia - Will Wood

Fantasmas - HUMBE

JEREMIAH & ATLAS

My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars - Mitski

The Exit - Conan Gray

My Strange Addiction - Billie Eilish

You’re Nothing Without Me - Roger Allam, Martin Smith

St. Chroma - Tyler, The Creator, Daniel Caesar

What Is This Feeling? - Wicked

One Way or Another - Blondie

THE ALLIANCE OF MAGICAE

Conspiracy - Paramore

The National Anthem - Radiohead

Black Sheep - Metric

This Is a Life - Mitski, Son Lux, David Byrne

Wires - The Neighborhood

Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter

What’s Up Danger - Blackway, Black Caviar

Trickster - Radiohead

SLASH - Stray Kids

Playground - Ben Miller

Guerrilla - ATEEZ

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Supremacy - Muse

Dynasties and Dystopia - Denzel Curry, Gizzle, Bren Joy

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde

Friends in Low Places - Worthikids

Sticky - Tyler, The Creator, GloRilla, Sexyy Red, Lil Wayne

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Eddie Redmayne

KOKOA & KAU’I

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

KOKOA

Pump It - Black Eyed Peas

Friend Like Me - Robin Williams

LUNA

Luna Moth - Maya Hawke

Sandy - Alex G

Thérèse - Maya Hawke

Let Down - Radiohead

ALTYNAI

Being Cool - Kimya Dawson

Daydreamer - AURORA

Crystals - Of Monsters and Men

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) - John Lennon

BERNADETTE

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

Bernadette - IAMX

Sick on Seventh Street - Sarah and the Safe Word

Gingerbread Coffin - Rasputina

Valley of Dolls - MARINA

KARL

ET - Toy-Box

Remember Something Beautiful - Machinery of the Human Heart

Octopus’s Garden - The Beatles

AVABELLE

Like Him - Tyler, The Creator, Lola Young

JAMES

Boy Toy - Ricky Montgomery

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Fine - Lemon Demon

Tim I Wish You Were Born a Girl - Of Montreal

Trees - McCafferty

Forever Young - Alphaville

CHINUA

Weird Science - Oingo Boingo

Modify - Lemon Demon

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) - Will Wood

Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz

Alpha Centauri - Sciflyer

My Freeze Ray - Neil Pactrick Harris

The Square Root of Two - The Two Man Gentlemen Band

Poor Unfortunate Souls - Pat Carroll

Red Flags - Tom Cardy

DAPHNE

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

Using You - Mars Argo

Just Lay Still - John Congleton and Nighty Nite

What Can I Do (For You) - Steven Universe

EDEN

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

Twilight - Bǒa

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

Harness Your Hopes - Pavement

Oh No! - Marina

Glide - Mitski

The Principal - Melanie Martinez

TOPLINE - Stray Kids, Tiger JK

Thursday Girl - Mitski

The Fine Print - The Stupendium

Quiet Sounds - Mook

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Friction - Imagine Dragons

Sleep - My Chemical Romance

Misery Business - Paramore

The Deal - Mitski

Social Path - Stray Kids, LiSA

Karma Police - Radiohead

Teen Idle - Marina

American Dream Come True - Moon Walker

Power & Control - Marina

From Eden - Hozier

GOSSIP - Måneskin, Tom Morello

Magic City - Gorillaz

Relay - Fiona Apple

Zombie - The Cranberries

Suffer the Children - Tears for Fears

War Isn’t Murder - Jesse Welles

Dirty Deeds Done Cheap - AC/DC

Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard

Kingslayer - Bring Me The Horizon, BABYMETAL

We Both Reached For The Gun - Chicago

The 2nd Law: Isolated System - Muse

THE ELITES

Cop Car - Mitski

Mutt - Sophie Meiers

Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez

Below the Surface - Griffinilla

The Small Print - Muse

Kids with Guns - Gorillaz

BLAME IT ON THE KIDS - AViVA

Basics In Behavior - The Living Tombstone

Rät - Penelope Scott

Paper Cuts - Nirvana

Harpy Hare - Yaelokre

Uprising - Muse

I Want You To Love Me - Fiona Apple

Fog (Again) [Live] - Radiohead

Crack Baby - Mitski

Take Me To War (Live) - The Crane Wives

Powers - Boygenius

Mad Dog - The Crane Wives

Animals - Alex G

You First - Paramore

Race - Alex G

Nobody - The Crane Wives

Bodysnatchers - Radiohead

IRA

Solitary Confinement - Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives

Hard Sell - The Crane Wives

Bullet Proof… I Wish I Was - Radiohead

Brutus - The Buttress

Not Strong Enough - Boygenius

Change - Alex G

Recess - Melanie Martinez

Teen Idle - Marina

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Fetch The Bolt Cutters - Fiona Apple

THE GREATEST - Billie Eilish

There Are Leeches in Denton Lake - Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl - Yeule

ARGUS

Cabinet Man - Lemon Demon

Body - Mother Mother

Fast As You Can - Fiona Apple

And The Hound - Yaelokre

Imposter Syndrome - Sidney Gish

Peace and Love on the Planet Earth - Steven Universe

Pearl Diver - Mitski

OCTAVIA

Spiderhead - Cage the Elephant

Rule #34 - Fish in a Birdcage

Abbey - Mitski

You Should See Me In a Crown - Billie Eilish

Villain - Stella Jang

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid

Caesar on a TV Screen - The Last Dinner Party

Sisters of the Moon - Fleetwood Mac

When You’re Good To Mama - Queen Latifah, Tate Diggs

CATO

Loved - FEiN

Mother Knows Best (Reprise) - Donna Murphy

Girl With One Eye - Florence + The Machine

Girl Singing In The Wreckage - Black Box Recorder

SILAS

Hopelessly Devoted to You - Olivia Newton-John

Drift Away - Steven Universe

This Old Dog - Mac DeMarco

Eric - Mitski

How I’d Kill - Cowboy Malfoy

Everything Stays - Adventure Time

A Reminder - Radiohead

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

Alley Rose - Conan Gray

Man of War - Radiohead

No Children - The Mountain Goats

Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr

SASHA

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

Getting Older - Billie Eilish

Father - The Front Bottoms

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber

Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys

Hollywood Dream - Ayesha Erotica

Bezos I - Bo Burnham

CLEMATIS

Remember My Name - Mitski

Hollywood - MARINA

Brand New City - Mitski

IT GIRL - Aliyah’s Interlude

MALUM

Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People) - Will Wood

Welcome to the Internet - Bo Burnham

The Pitiful Children - Eric William Morris

The Family Jewels - MARINA

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

How Bad Can I Be? - Ed Helms

You Liked This (Okay, Computer!) - Will Wood

AKIO

Blue Bayou - Linda Ronstadt

Just a Man - Jorge Rivera-Herrans

THE CONGREGATION OF THE CHOSEN

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

Regular People - Moon Walker

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Friction - Imagine Dragons

Crucified - Army of Lovers

Eat Your Young - Hozier

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Back to Life - Mother Mother

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

Who You Really Are - David Arnold, Michael Price

Feed the Machine - Poor Man’s Poison

Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez

Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

Heavy Balloon - Fiona Apple

Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Kiss The Go-Goat - Ghost

Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard

Istanbul (Not Constinople) - They Might Be Giants

Outliars and Hyppocrates: a Fun Fact About Apples - Will Wood

Willow Tree March - The Paper Kites

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - Pentatonix

Frogs - Alice in Chains

New Year’s Prayer - Jeff Buckley

THE CARDINALS

Justice - Dirt Poor Robins

Deliver Us - Ofra Haza, Eden Riegel

To The Bone - J.T. Machinima

Prelude to Esctasy - The Last Dinner Party

BÉATRICE

BIRTH OF VENUS - Banshee

Labyrinth- Miracle Musical

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

KAZUYA

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

Shinigami Eyes - Grimes

Tainted Love - Stella Starlight Trio, Karen Souza

Come and Play - Petra Nielsen

JOYRIDE - Kesha

お色気 - Toshio Masuda

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

3D - Jung Kook, Jack Harlow

Vending Machine of Love - The Stupendium

Sky Like Dreams SU - CMNL

The Greatest Show - Panic! At The Disco

Gimme More - Britney Spears

Literal Legend - Ayesha Erotica

XXX - Kim Petras

House of Cards - BTS

Red Lights - Stray Kids

The Rizzness - TAEMIN

Be Our Guest - Beauty and the Beast

Hakuna Matata - The Lion King

Into Yesterday - Sugar Ray

Hunch Punch - Se’Kret

Heaven is Here - Florence + The Machine

PAULO

None Shall Live - Two Steps From Hell, Thomas Bergersen

Starvation - Thomas Bergersen

The Imperial Fleet - Andreas Waldetoft

Shiny - Jemaine Clement

War - Hypnotic Brass Ensemble

Your Best Nightmare - Toby Fox

JANE

Ave Maria, Op. 52 No. 6, D. 839 - The Cathedral Singers

AKRAH

A Narnia Lullaby - Global Stage Orchestra

RIKIYO

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Killer Queen - Queen

Masquerade Suite: Maskrad - St. Petersburg State Symphony Orchestra

Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64 / Act 1: The Dance of the Knights -

The Cleveland Orchestra

Dies Irae - St. Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra

Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish

Red Sex (Re-Strung) - Vessei, Rakhi Singh

Money Power Glory - Lana Del Rey

JULIUS

I’m Your Man - Mitski

Another Believer - Rufus Wainwright

Choke - I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

The Dream Daddy for Me - JT Music

ELEANOR

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Who Is She? - I Monster

It’s Been So Long - The Living Tombstone

Still Alive - Aperture Science Psychoacoustic Laboratories

Murder Suicide Meteor Slave - Jeff Buckley

ELISE

Kalt’ Ritt in Leicht Faltiger Leere - Bethlehem

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

All Eyes On Me - OR3O

JEREMIAH

Take Me To Church - Hozier

Not Strong Enough - Boygenius

The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

The Gold - Phoebe Bridgers

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

The Fruits - Paris Paloma

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers

I Dreamed a Dream - Anne Hathaway

Tired - Beabadoobee

They’re Coming to Take Me Away—Ha Ha! - Sloppy Jane

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

Sarcasm - Get Scared

Bug Like an Angel - Mitski

Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn? - Evelyn Evelyn

Confrontation - Anthony Warlow

Last Words of a Shooting Star (Audiotree Live) - Mitski

Riders Lullaby - Jesse Mueller

Riders Lullaby (Reprise) - Kimiko Glenn

TV - Billie Eilish

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Constellations - The Oh Hellos

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Do I Disappoint You - Rufus Wainwright

When It’s Cold I’d Like to Die - Moby, Mimi Goese

Goddess - Laufey

Introduction to the Snow - Miracle Musical

Forever Young - Alphaville

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - YUNGBLUD

Coyote, My Little Brother - Mitski

Letter to an Old Poet - Boygenius

Opened Once - Jeff Buckley

Give It Back - Cӧ shu Nie

Space Oddity - David Bowie

30/90 - Andrew Garfield

Cosmic Hero - Car Seat Headrest

PETER

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

Sexy Bitch - David Guetta

ZANETA

My Mother Wants Me Dead - Carolesdaughter

BLOODMONEY - Poppy

Family Line - Zaneta

DANI

Dead! - My Chemical Romance

LORNA

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

Vampire Empire - Big Thief

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Pink In The Night - Mitski

Come Into The Water - Mitski

ROSA

Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear - Mitski

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

ROSA AND LORNA

Too Sweet - Hozier

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him

Pure as the Driven Snow - Rachel Zelger

I Don’t Smoke - Mitski

Phases - Blaize Jenkins

Two Slow Dancers - Mitski

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