#mj sevilla x male reader

[bumblesimagines]

stay the night tonight.

these kinds of arrangements never work out.

MJ Sevilla

stay the night tonight.

these kinds of arrangements never work out.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

"These are good, M." (Y/N) clutched the journal in hand, eyes skimming the lyrics written down across the pages, along with some concept ideas regarding the different songs. He found it difficult to fully focus on the words with MJ sitting on his lap, one hand cupping his face while she clumsily peppered kisses along his neck. Her determination made up for her lack of experience, even if she had to work on keeping her teeth out of the way. 

"You think so?" She leaned back, her eyes twinkling brightly and lips forming a delighted smile. (Y/N) chuckled softly and reached up, tucking a loose curl behind her ear and nodding. MJ's lips pressed together, a soft giggle escaping past regardless, and she leaned forward again, pressing their lips together. She no longer tasted like strawberry chapstick or the cherry soda she had during lunch, and the fruity perfume she'd sprayed on that morning had long faded, replaced by his cologne. 

"I should get going, M." (Y/N) said against her lips, fingers massaging into the flesh of her hips as he closed the journal and set it back down on the nightstand. MJ pouted, her arms slithering around his neck and body pressing against his. "Really, I have to. If I don't go now, Lourdes will probably catch me sneaking back and I really don't need to have a conversation with my aunt about the reason her supervisor brought me to her office."

"Stay the night tonight, then. They don't check rooms, they just check the halls, and Andi's You can stay here tonight... and maybe tomorrow night and the night after that-"

"As great as that sounds, the answer's no. These kinds of arrangements never work out." (Y/N) pressed a quick kiss to the side of her neck before gently pushing her off his lap, reaching his arm down toward the floor to grab the clothes he could reach. MJ's lips formed a pout and her big doe eyes watched him, the puppy-eyed look something she mastered perfectly by the looks of it. "I'm serious, M. It starts with messing around and ends with someone getting their heartbroken. I don't want that for either of us, alright?"

[bumblesimagines]

❛  it’s like i’m seeing you in a completely new light.  ❜

- MJ

❛  it’s like i’m seeing you in a completely new light.  ❜

pronouns for y/n: any/gender neutral

Gently strumming the strings of the guitar, you peered down at the notebook, looking over the lyrics that had been scribbled down messily when inspiration had struck randomly. You quietly hummed to yourself as you played, searching for the right melody to go along with the lyrics. In your complete immersion with the task at hand, you barely noticed the other presence in the room until you finished and heard clapping behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you half-expected it to be Dixon or Andi but instead, MJ stood there with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. Chuckling softly, you looked back at the notebook and picked up a pencil, writing down a few more lyrics.

"Is that a new song?" She asked, clasping her hands together before blinking and scoffing softly to herself. "Well- I mean, of course it's a new song. I meant-"

"I know, MJ." You interrupted reassuringly, setting the pencil down and carefully putting the guitar down on its stand. Facing the singer, you leaned back against the edge of the table and smiled. "How have you been?"

"Good! The music video is doing great and Sebas thinks we should start working on a new song." MJ explained though her attempt at sounding happy barely worked. You raised a brow at that and she sighed softly, toying with the sleeve of her sweater.

"You don't sound happy about it."

"I am! I just... Sebas can be difficult to work with, even when he means well. Besides, I miss the band and hanging out with everyone. Even if Jana is a mega bitch."

"Woah," You laughed at the insult. MJ had to be the very definition of innocence, from her rather oblivious personality to her devotion to her religion. Few were the times you heard her curse so openly.

Wincing, MJ frowned and walked forward to take a seat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't call her that."

"No, I get it. She can be a mega bitch, even when she means well." You smiled when MJ released a soft chuckle, her fingers lifting to toy with one of her curls.

"I just-" MJ inhaled deeply, fingers curling into fists. "I made the band, I got everyone together! And as soon as she joins, she makes it all about herself and then refuses to understand why I joined Sebas onstage. I couldn't risk disappointing my parents for even a second or else they would've taken me out of school. She is a mega fucking bitch." MJ ranted and you couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Reaching out, you gently twirled a strand of curly hair around your finger, pulling the girl out of her rant and anger. "It’s like I'm seeing you in a completely new light. I like this side of you, MJ. Plus, you're cute when you're angry."

Tilting your head up when the bell rang, you hummed and turned away to collect your things and slip them into your backpack. MJ remained sat in her seat, eyes wide and skin warm. Grinning at her reaction, you slung the bag over your shoulder.

"I'll see you around, hm?"