#the sweetest beat

[cocomanga]

The Sweetest Beat - Set 6 *pt.1

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

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

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

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

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**Hey reader... Please note, this is a ROUGH draft, meant to be completed and released by his birthday (12.22). I released it as close as I could to the date, but edits are still necessary. I'll add those later, but for now, enjoy! ;)**

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

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

▶6TH SET LIST Waterfall (I Adore You) – Yebba (feat. Sweata) Nutshell – Alice in Chains Different Masks for Different Days – FKJ Every Kind of Way – H.E.R. Muni Long – Hrs & Hrs Back to Love – Robert Glasper (feat. SiR & Alex Isley) Pyramid Song – Radiohead Feel Something – Chris Brown Coco Jones – ICU Hunting Bears – Radiohead When We – Tank Love Song – 311 Fade Away – Lucky Daye Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic Something In The Way – Nirvana Adorn – Miguel My Song – H.E.R

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

Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba

You paused, eyes fluttering a bit before you answered, “Oh, I think you heard me.” You drawled with full confidence. “You…” you whispered, your eyes dropping down toward his legs, then slowly scanned his entire form, up until they reached his and you bit your lip. “… were bad.” You then gently cupped his face between your warm hands with a soft smirk.

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

Your head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised, indicating you challenged his presumption that you couldn’t possibly be serious.

You remained steadfast as you locked eyes, your gaze traveling downward, resting on his lips, the tips of your fingers following behind as they grazed his bottom lip, tracing his chin, then trailing down his neck, gliding down his broad chest, riding the highs and lows of his pectorals until they slid gently across his sensitive nipples, forcing a flinch.

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

Your gaze met his once more, savoring the nice, warm feeling building up in your core as you stared into each other before you turned your attention to the bedside table, reaching for your bag.

You unzipped the pouch, and from inside, retrieved a bit of blue fabric, the sheen reflecting the light as it slowly came into view.

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

Megumi’s tangible gaze raked hungrily across your beautiful, curvy silhouette, pausing at your lips before he finally moved, stepping blindly back against the bed, a squint in his eyes as he plopped down, curious what you’re planning. “What’s go–”

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

Megumi felt his dick twitch behind his pants as you spoke, his body revealing his excitement to see you in this state again. You were right. He recalled that first night, you sneaking feels of him as you squirmed around in the bed while he pretended to sleep. He sat wide-eyed, studying your every move, realizing that whatever you wanted, he'd be sure to give it to you.

You stepped closer to him, with the two pieces of fabric, wrapping one around your neck, allowing it to hang loose down the front of your body.

You held the second piece in your hands, end to end. He parted his knees as you drew closer, his eyes gaping up intently as he cut them toward you and you leaned in, your chest stopping mere centimeters from his face.

“Close your eyes”. You whispered as you looked down at him.

He did as you asked, his knee swaying anxiously back and forth.

You reached up and tied the cloth around his head, covering his eyes, sliding your fingertips down his neck, resting your hands on his shoulders. The tension in the room as palpable as the body heat between you.

He reached his hands up in an attempt to place them somewhere on your body, yet they were met with a quick smack.

“No touching.” You demanded, as you finished securing the knot.

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

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

Nutshell – Alice in Chains

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyebrows jumped as you grinned, entertained by his arrogance. “You sure about that?” You questioned.

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

“Mostly. But I’m … more than happy to risk it.” He replied. His overwhelming desire to receive whatever you had in store for him, overriding any intention to mute any part of it.

“Okay then.” You responded softly, excitement surging through you like electric currents. “Take off your clothes”.

Megumi stood up from the bed, standing still a moment as if to be certain you were paying attention. His cloaked eyes seemed to pierce straight through you as he reached for the hem of his tee. You watched him pull it off, his solid ab muscles coming into view bit by bit as he raised it, then his chest as he lifted it up and over his head.

He tossed the shirt onto the floor, pausing as he faced you. A shiver ran down his spine as he took a moment to savor the atmosphere. He balled each of his hands into fists, quickly releasing them before reaching for the elastic of his pants.

“I’ve always liked this feeling…” he murmured.

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

“… the feeling… of you watching me.” He replied as he began to grip his pants, his bottom lip disappearing behind his teeth. You could swear he was looking directly at you.

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

“And deprive myself of this? He mused. “Never. I promise, I can’t see you.”

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

You hissed softly, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly at the sight of his body, your core clenching, your heart squeezing inside your chest.

“You know, you were amazing up there tonight.” You whispered, your eyes raking over his frame. “You made momma very proud.”

You observed him for a few moments, noticing his hands opening and closing again into fists, observing it as a means for him to release some of his pent up tension.

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

He did as you asked.

“Hands back against the pillows?” you requested.

He did as you asked.

Different Masks for Different Days – FKJ

played as you walked over to the bed, and stood over him for a moment… “You have a beautiful body, Megumi.” You breathed, as a light blush pressed forward on his cheeks, halfway hidden by the fabric.

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

He raised his hands up to touch you. You gripped both of his wrists, pinning them down to the pillows all to easily, as you leaned into his ear, “I said don’t touch.”

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

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

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

He turned towards them, opening his mouth, his tongue pressing forward as he kissed and sucked against your smooth flesh as you pressed them against his cheeks. Once he was securely bound, you slid your hands slowly down each of his arms, noticing his breathing becoming more labored.

“You okay baby?” you asked, sweetly.

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

“Awww… sweetheart.” You said, leaning in, cupping his face, then rubbing your nose against his cheek, nuzzling as you grinded your soft, sensitive sex against his belly, the tip of his dick just behind you, grazing your upper thigh as it sprawled across his hip.

You drew closer, kissing his lobe softly as you whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

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

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

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

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

“Very.” He huffed, behind heavy breaths.

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

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

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

He turned his head toward you, “I’ll … make you feel good… I wanna take you… taste you…” he huffed, swallowing hard as he began tugging against the headboard, his biceps contracting, veins pressing forward against the skin of his arm.

“Hmm... that sounds so very nice.” … you drawled. “But … I’m not quite sure you’ve learned your lesson, love.

He huffed, biting his lip again just before you laid another couple kisses on his collar bone.

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

Every Kind of Way – H.E.R.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long,

 as Megumi begged, “Mmmh ~ more” hissing, barely above a whisper. “Just fucking let me have it…” he complained, pulling against his ties.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megumi’s groan escaped his throat from even deeper inside him, as your hand gripped his throbbing member. “Aaah…” it’s temperature a stark contrast against your hand, so warm you could feel it pulse against your skin.

“Mmm… Your cock is so fucking gorgeous, Megumi.” You moaned as you stroked it.

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

“Aww… sweetie…” you teased. “I just wanna spend a little more time with it okay?” you leaned in, planting slow, open mouthed wet kisses along its length, starting at the base, humming as you moved upward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You reached your other hand up to rub his chest as you stroked and sucked him… yet pulling it out of your mouth with a pop, catching your breath, “Haah…. Not yet, baby…” you drawled, grinning as your hand slid down his chest.

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

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

Pyramid Song – Radiohead

blended into the atmosphere as the both of you moaned together. You rubbed your sex along the length of his hardness, nearly cumming yourself at the feeling, Megumi’s mouth hanging slightly open as he released heavy breaths, thrusting toward you.

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

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

As you unveiled his eyes and he slowly opened them to meet your hungry gaze, the contact sent pangs to your heart. You slid your tongue, feather-light across his lips, then past them into his mouth for another deep, warm kiss, your tongues dancing excitedly against each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haaaah FFUUUUCK!”

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

Feel Something – Chris Brown.

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead and cum for me.” you whispered, gripping and pressing your hands into each of his biceps on either side of him.

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

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

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

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

You very much preferred being underneath him, but Megumi’s reaction goaded you on, and was so enticing, so irresistible that you couldn’t help yourself.

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

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

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

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

Megumi kept his head held back as he heaved, having enjoyed every second, allowing his high to wash over him. He then pulled harder against the tether as he trembled. “Please… Haah…~ haah… Please fucking let me out, baby...” He plead quietly.

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

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

His tongue lashed around your mouth greedily, the warm, soft contact with the inside of yet another part of your body, exciting him. He easily flipped you over onto the bed next to him on your back.

“Such a bad girl”. He quipped, his hand threading through your hair.

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

“My turn.” He murmured.

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

Coco Jones – ICU

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

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

Megumi moved his body down, relaxing his face between your breasts. His long fingers reaching around each one, squeezing as he kissed and inhaled your scent. He pressed your soft skin gently against his cheeks, his touch reaching every nerve, making your entire body tingle.

The sound of the wet smacks of his kisses and deep moans vibrated in your ears, his hands and body weight pressed down on you, making you feel protected and desired, the fragrance of soap and incense wafting up from his body, hair tickling your chest as his jet-black strands glided across your flesh, his wide eyes observing every one of your secret places.

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

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

His darkened blues flicked up as he sucked, making contact with yours, pupils blown out further, glazed over, glaring.

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

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

He maintained eye contact and slowly pressed in, watching your face contort in pleasure You lifted your legs up, pressing your calves against his back as he tunneled inch by inch into your velvety soft core without stopping until he bottomed out.

He loved to see you this way, writhing and helpless underneath him as he handled your body, making you hurt so good from taking his cock. It made him fucking crazy. Feeling his member buried deep inside your warmth like this, knowing you absolutely loved for him to fuck you.

His eyes fluttered shut as his lower lip trembled slightly, the both of you moaned upon entry, the glide as smooth as silk.

Neither of you moved, your collective eyes closed as he held that position inside you, Megumi’s face resting in the crook of your neck, his tongue lapping as softly and desperately as a divine dog, his kisses sopping wet, his breath hot on your skin as he pressed the bottom of his shaft against your clit.

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

Hunting Bears – Radiohead

cooed as your body seethed beneath him. As the fire that Megumi lit inside you seared through your veins, the deepest, most concealed, cold, hardened corners of your heart continued to melt like hot wax, sweat seeping from your collective pores.

He reached down to grip your ass firmly, one cheek in the palm of each hand as he held you, your legs opening obscenely wide for him as he pressed in even deeper, his face still buried in the crook of your neck as he licked and sucked at your throat, all the way up to your ears.

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

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

He growled against your skin, thrusting over and over., “Mmgh, everything about you is mine.”

As he opened his eyes, he waited to see yours. You kept your face turned sideways as your eyes screwed shut. He felt so good, your body couldn’t help the response, so much so… that you just … couldn’t…

“Look at me” Megumi insisted.

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

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

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

He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes piercing, “Do it again.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust.

He hit you so deep that your entire body convulsed as his tip kissed your cervix. You wailed out, “Aaaagh! Megumi!!” as your body tensed, shaking, hot cum coating his stiff cock all over again, your breaths, vibrating against his hand as he gripped your neck, nearly inflicting pain.

Your pleading face washed red; your mouth gaped open and your eyes rolled back as you took the entirety of his thick length deep inside your hole. His radio played,

When We – Tank.

“I’m the one making you feel this way.” He continued to thrust into you, “It’ll always be me.” Megumi groaned, pulling out slowly, then plunging in again, and again as he kept a firm grip on your ass, skin on skin slapping, echoing off of the wall of his loft as he forced louder moans from your lips.

“That’s it, sweetness… open up that pretty pussy… let me in… I’ll die inside.” his hand gripped your neck tighter, his strong arm locking you in place as he beat his name into the depths of your core.

He lightly pressed his open mouth against yours as he held your throat and you both exchanged air, trembling from the intensity. Megumi hissed directly into your mouth softly, “God, I missed you… Cum. Cum again for me.”

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

You whimpered softly … “Me~gumi … ha~ah” behind your tears. You gripped his back, sinking you nails into his flesh, as he continued to pound his cock into your sopping wet cunt.

“Mmmm … you remember, don’t you?” he continued, punishing you at a relentless pace, “You remember being on your knees for me?” he whispered into the shell of your ear, “Being a good little slut for me? Lemme hear it..”

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

Megumi released your neck, gliding his fingers into your hair as you came, fisting it into the top of your head as he fucked you silly.

He was unequivocally yours. And you really were his. Ask him to do anything and he’d do it. Your name was branded onto his heart, and his body melded into yours.

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

And it was not hard to recognize.

You were head over heels in love with him.

You wanted every bit of him. His quirks, his faults, his issues, his blemishes, his love. All of it.

He supported you, cared for you, regarded you, considered you, and made you feel fucking amazing.

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

Deeply.

Megumi remained inside you, refusing to disconnect as he pressed his face against your cheek and breathed, “I love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

Your eyes parted, a bit of light shining through Megumi’s large window, the curtains pulled open, revealing the dark morning sky. You were slightly disoriented, having awakened in his room. The moment you recalled where you were, a feeling of deep satisfaction washed over you. Happiness. Being with Megumi Fushiguro like this in his home, you felt so … safe.

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

Love Song – 311

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

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

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

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

“Mmmh…” Megumi moaned deeply. “Don’t leave.”

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

Megumi watched as you slid it off of the bedside table, unable to sate his curiosity regarding who you’d want to call at this hour. Of course, you had never given him any reason to believe you were interested in anyone else, but surely, just about any man would be interested in you.

But he decided just to relax and enjoy your presence here with him, after you had just given him one of the best and most gratifying nights of his life.

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

His appearance warmed your heart as you fought the urge to jump back into bed and wrap yourself in his arms.

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

“Hello?” she answered.

“Maki?”

“Girl… It's SO early!” she huffed, with a little annoyance in her voice.

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

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

You suddenly started freaking out a little. “Oh my god, I’m so nervous!” you squeaked, “I told him I had to work later. How can we keep him from the studio?” You questioned, turning toward the door in case he barged in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, you want waffles?”

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

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

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

You hurried and stripped down, hopping into the shower so as not to appear more suspicious than you already did.

*~*~*~*~*

Fade Away – Lucky Daye

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

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

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

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

“I had to cook a lot as a kid. I learned pretty early. My mom didn’t spend much time at home with me and my sister before she passed, and my dad wasn’t around … until he was.” His eyebrows jumped before he looked over at you.

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

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

You continued to rake your gaze over him, a warm smile gracing your face as you nodded slowly. You watched him eating, that relaxed, pouty, blank look on his face ironically warming your heart. He was always so adorable, and you couldn’t wait to embarrass him to pieces.

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

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

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

“I don’t mind at all. And I think she’d like that.” He squinted ever so slightly toward you as he slowly chewed the last of his waffle, leaning back in his seat. “so… what do you wanna do until you have to go to work?”

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

“Yup.” He replied.

“Okay. I’ll get this, you get the movie?” You said as you grabbed the dishes from the table.

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

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

~*~*~*~*~

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

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

When you texted, you told him you were working, and it was already about 6:25. You were scheduled to be at the studio by 7. You were in quite a hurry, hoping you could grab your drive from your desk and head back. You stepped off of the elevator and turned the corner to walk the aisle to your desk, only to see someone already sitting there.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Sukuna.” He answered, still seated in the opposite direction as he typed away at your computer. “And who, pray tell, are you?” he asked, squinting toward the screen, as he rummaged through your apps.

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

Sukuna turned himself around to face you, finally, frowning, his expression softening, and morphing from irritated to slightly amused after setting eyes on your face, shocked at your audacity as he crossed his arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sukuna continued to glare your direction, with his large arms crossed, “Except... I'll need you to hang out here for a few hours to answer some questions about that project.”

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

“Unfortunately, one of the requirements of this position is to be available for overtime at the request of management ... which I currently am.” He retorted, squinting slightly as his lips turned up slyly at you.

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

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

“I just came by to pick up a few things. See you Monday?”

“We most certainly will.” Sukuna answered, regardless of the fact you weren't talking to him. His eyes followed you until you disappeared around the corner, back to the elevator.

*~*~*~*~*

Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

played on the studio speaker as you sat on the couch. "I wanted to kick his smug ass." You said to Nobara as she sat next to you behind Ino's panel.

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

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

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

“Nice.” You replied.

“Hey lady, you're up!” Ino called.

You smiled over at Nobara, and stood, heading over to the sound booth and the live microphone.

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

You scrunched your nose up at him and smiled, then spoke into the mic, to help Ino adjust it to your voice. “But it's only been a couple days. You guys have this memorized already?”

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

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

“Okay lets do this.” you said as Ino queued you in.

*~*~*~*~*

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

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

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

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

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

“Fire.” Toge chimed, as he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god, y’all are gonna make me cry.” You said, as you turned to walk quickly out the booth door toward Nobara with a huge smile on your face.

Ino shook his head at you, smiling as he grabbed his things, rushing to leave out the back door early to avoid Megumi seeing him, since he lived out of town, and wanted to surprise him with his visit.

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

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

“Tch… You know he’s gonna kick your ass, right?”

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

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

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

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

Something In The Way – Nirvana

played on the speaker as you answered.

“Hello?”

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

“Speaking, how can I help you?”

“This is Sukuna. I’m calling to inquire about the overtime we discussed. Our deadline is fast approaching, and it seems we need all the help we can get on this project.”

You couldn’t believe this man had the audacity to contact you on your private phone, actually demanding work from you on your day off.

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

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

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

“Yes,” he continued, “we are your superiors are we not? We have a quite a bit to accomplish and will require as many hands as possible.”

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

Your phone began to ring just then from another line. You glanced at it, unable to recognize this number either.

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

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

“Hello? … this is Tsumiki … I’m calling for –”

“Oh hi!” you introduced yourself, extremely excited. “Tsumiki, I am so glad you called. I’m so happy to hear from you! Thank you so much for being a part of this.”

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

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

“You and me both.” she said as you giggled together.

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

“Not at all.” She replied happily, “I’ll be there with bells on. I’m ecstatic to see him. It's been too long. And It’ll be great to meet you, too.”

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

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

“Okay! I’ll shoot you a text when I land.” She said. You hurried to end the call, hoping to escape his view as you rushed back to the inner studio from the foyer where they entered. You plopped down next to your friend on the couch.

Megumi and Yuji arrived at around 9:30, far more than just a bit tipsy as you could tell by their conversation. Moments later, they wandered into the inner studio room.

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

Megumi did a double take as he noticed you in the room, and stared down at you with a tiny frown on his forehead, turning the rest of his body your direction.

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

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

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

“Up to?” your eyes grew small as you looked around, puzzled. “Me?”

Megumi tilted his head “yeah. YOU.” His brow furrowed as he questioned you, “You've been acting weird lately. What's up with you?”

“Ugh...” you chuckled. “Nothing... I’m just hanging out with my friends.”

He stared at you, squinting. “Commere” he leaned in, gripping your hand to pull you up from the couch.

“Whats up Megz?” Yuji asked, as Nobara leaned against him in a hug.

“Nothing. We'll be right back.” Megumi replied as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you toward the door. He was quite wasted, slightly playful, and severely uninhibited, likely triggered by your unexpected presence.

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

“You're up to something.” He said.

Fucking smartass. 

You thought, as you stumbled around to his glare, standing an inch away from your face.

You scoffed, crossing your arms, your eyelids fluttering as you licked your lips. “You have a problem with me being at your studio Megz?”

“No, I don’t, and you know that. Now tell me what the fuck you're up to.”

You laughed at his misplaced seriousness, your mouth gaping open at him cussing at you, finding it terribly amusing how he appeared a little flustered and suspicious, his cheeks red from his drinks.

“I'm not up to anything! Noby told me you went out with Yuji and would be back here, so I came after work!”

“You're lying” he said with an upward nod, looking down at you. He didn’t raise his voice, but it was clear he was genuinely suspicious.

“I heard you giggling on the phone in the bathroom at my place the other day, and again just now. You didn't spend all night at work because I saw you in town at 630. What the fuck are you tip toeing around for?”

“Megumi! Fucking relax okay? Chill. Everything's cool, I'm just here to hang out with you at the studio.” You kept smiling, completely entertained by his demeanor, yet practically giving yourself away, since it made you appear to be lying all the more.

“Look.” He turned to the side, legitimately irritated, a deep pout forming on his lips before he spoke, “If you’ve got other stuff going on, you can just tell me.”

You paused, staring at him in total confusion. “What? … Megumi… are you serious?”

“I feel like I could be pushing you too hard. But I don’t want you to feel pressured. If you’re interested in some–”

At that, your jaw immediately dropped. “Oh my god…” you squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head quickly. Stop.” You said. “You’re very tipsy… and you’re letting your imagination run wild.” You walked over to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Regardless of whats happening with me, that’s the absolute last thing on earth that would happen.”

You leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips, lingering. “I love you, too. More than anyone or anything else on this earth.”

You peered into his eyes, a frown forming on your face out of genuine concern that he may actually be crazy enough to believe you’d leave him. “If I could reach into my chest and remove my heart to give it to you, I would.”

“This?” you continued, resting your hand on his chest, and then yours, “Is solid. Okay? Do not worry about that. Ever.”

Megumi nodded as he bit his lip in an attempt to hide that he was upset. Unfortunately you still found it adorable, kissing him several times on the cheek, then hugging him tightly.

“It's late. You have work in the morning, right?” he said as you held each other.

“Yeah, Noby is gonna give me a ride home.”

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

“No. You can’t.”

*~*~*~*~*

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so fucking nervous.” You said, as you took a deep breath, turning to look at both Tsumiki and Nobara, each of them sitting on either side of you.

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

You took a quick breath out, “Yeah… Just relax…” you told yourself.

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

Adorn – Miguel

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

Todo called out from the front of the bar, “Here he is! The birthday boy, and the greatest rocker around, Megumiiiii!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, you weren’t as good at hiding yours as he was. Couldn’t help but stare at his pretty face, unable to contain the heat spreading outward from the bottom of your heart.

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

“Yeah.” He answered. “Yeah. She is.” He raked his gaze over you, taking in how beautiful you looked.

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

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

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

You peered up toward the stage, as the boys prepared to begin. Choso gave you an upward nod, queuing you to come up.

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

You felt like your heart would beat clear out of your chest, but you peeled yourself from your seat, eyeballing Megumi, biting your lip as you made your way over to walk up on stage, Megumi glancing back in total confusion.

“Have a seat.” Nobara said to Megumi, patting your seat, the cushion still warm as he sat, watching in shock as you went up the stage left stairs.

“What… in the hell… is going on?”

“Just relax. Here.” Yuji said as he handed him a bottle of Guinness, Tsumiki smiling warmly at him as she sat next to him, a huge grin across her face, excited.

You made it backstage, standing behind the curtain, trembling. Your eyes closed as you breathed in and out, hoping to regulate your nervous system. You felt a couple of strong hands squeeze your shoulders, you open them up to see Choso, a goofy grin on his face as he reassured you.

“It’ll be perfect. No worries. We’ve all got your back, just sing. You can do it.” You smiled, nodding. He walked across the stage with the rest of the band, as everyone cheered.

Megumi sat watching as Ino made himself comfortable at his kit. “Ino’s here, too?” he said, as he squeezed his temples.

Choso took the mic. “Thank you, guys for coming out! We’re glad to be here celebrating our leader’s birthday! Whoo!!” Everyone cheered as Megumi cringed. “But we have a treat for you all. A special guest will be singing with us tonight, so give her a hand as she comes to the stage.”

Everyone began to cheer as you swallowed thickly, making your way over to the microphone. The nerves shot through your body like electricity, your gaze peered out toward the crowd as the lights shone bright on you. Of all the times you had done this, nothing could have prepared you for this experience. Singing for this man, was the epitome of exhilarating.

“Thank you all for having me.” you said as you turned to Choso and the band. “And thank you, Megumi,” you turned toward him past the audience as he sat in your seat, “for being such an amazing artist, an amazing inspiration, especially for me, and an even more amazing partner. I love you, so very much, and we hope that you’ll love our performance tonight.”

The lights dimmed, and Toge queued you in with a few notes.

My Song – H.E.R.

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

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

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

Megumi sat almost perfectly still as you sang to him, barely blinking, barely breathing. He carried the same expression he did as he watched you sing at that wedding, the same admiration, adoration and confidence in you as you’ve always seen. It was as if he gave you wings, and you loved him so much for it. You were able to believe freely, to dream freely, to hope, and to love freely with him by your side.

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

The last chord rang, and the crowd cheered as his gaze remained fixed on yours. The cheers seemed to last a full minute as all of Megumi’s friends looked to him to witness how happy he appeared to be.

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[athousandbyeol]

thame, the person i want to get to know the most...... is you.

[writer-room]

Just finished both seasons of Earthspark in preparation for S3 this week. First of all, don't believe the review-bombers, this show is FIRE. Second of all, I need all of you to guess,

[merakiui]

thank you scalding sands event for reminding me of just how crazy rich kalim is... orz i often forget how spoiled he is and how willing his parents (especially his father) are to do all that they can to ensure he's happy. like remodeling the entire scarabia dorm to fit kalim's vision so he wouldn't be too homesick. or owning giraffes and elephants. or even having an entire private park attached to their already massive property. he is so rich. it's driving me insane. T_T

i wrote about the tweels using their family's influence to essentially "buy" you, but the real buying of you quite literally happens with kalim. you, the servant he's grown so fond of, will suddenly find yourself swimming in wealth. all of these things are gifts, courtesy of kalim. your family is spoiled rotten, and it's such a whiplash. you try to be humble because that's how you were raised, but kalim insists. take these jewels! take this aureate statue! take this car so that you can get yourself a license and drive him around in it! kalim isn't even trying to curry favor with you by drowning you in excessive opulence, even though he very well could. he just wants to give you these things because he likes you and wants you to be happy! but it's so suffocating; you have to thank him because he's your master. your family will forever be grateful to the asims. but it's so awkward. you don't want any of these things. you just want to work in peace.

of course you can't possibly imagine yourself in a relationship with kalim. he's very sweet, but you just don't see him in that way. the gap in wealth is too great, as is your social status. so it's shocking when his father personally visits your parents with kalim, where he gives his blessing for kalim to marry you. and in addition to that, he delivers a very expensive care package, a means of goodwill. "our families will be one now," he says with a radiant smile, "so please think nothing of this little gift!" and you try to say no, but your parents won't hear it. how could you say no to kalim al-asim?! are you foolish? do you not see how lucky you ought to be?

but you can't quite call it luck or a blessing. it feels more like a curse. kalim loves you, yes, but you don't want to love him for his money or his willingness to mindlessly spoil you. but you don't have much say in this matter. kalim's made up his mind and so has his father. the two of you will be wed. it's a nightmare. jamil would pity you, but he's known kalim long enough that any sympathy he might extend to you has long since shriveled.

[thranduel]

NEIL JUST SIGNED MY PRINT!! 😭😭😭😭😭

i asked if he could write something comforting and he wrote “you’re not alone in this. none of us are, darling” and he said it in astarion’s voice and my name as well and i just

[hellboundhimbo]

some kuwama doodles from like. however fucking long ago i don’t remember (>_>) anyway i care them

ft yusuke being a salty bitch. you snooze you lose, bud.

[bronzeys]

I cannot do this today

Never ever reading a caption first by the way my life flashed in front of my eyes😭

[zappedbyzabka]

<3

[danifart]

what the fuuuuccckkkk

[writing-good-vibes]

For Valentine's Day, number 1 under angsty prompts. The Replacement. A little bit of jealous ex!Corey maybe...

ahh thank you for your req !!

WARNINGS for (past) corey x gn!reader, jealousy, mildly stalkerish behaviour, dark post accident!corey, mentions of joan being The Worst and mild implications of violence.

💔 very cute divider by @/firefly-graphics 💔

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

Corey didn't like being jealous. Being jealous made his stomach ache, a horrible sickly feeling deep down in his gut that wouldn't go away, made worse by his tossing and turning at night while he tried to sleep. Being jealous made his fingers hurt, and he'd clench them into fists, hard enough for his blunt nails to leave red crescents in his palms, to try and ease the pressure in his sore knuckles. Being jealous made his eyes water and his chest tight and it made him want to scream, sat in his bed alone at night, watching the radio tower blink tauntingly through his window.

But Corey couldn't help it, Corey was jealous.

Maybe it was his own fault -- it was definitely his own fault -- that you didn't want him anymore, that you got out the first chance you had, that you chose to dodge the bullet that is Corey 'Kid Killer' Cunningham.

And he can't really blame you because he knows that you were getting bored with his reluctance to go anywhere, and with all his nervous habits he still hadn't been able to shake.

He knows it's because the looks got too much for you. Because the mutterings behind your back were starting to take their tole. Because the soda thrown at him from a car window as you walked down the street was only a taste of what was to come.

He really only had himself to blame, and yet he couldn't make himself let go of you so easily. Especially not now he'd seen his replacement.

It's difficult not to compare himself. Corey's been monitoring his placement in every league possible since middle school; popularity, academics, looks. He'd skated along in the middle of the pack popularity-wise, which suited him just fine, and he was never quite top of the class but he was close enough to keep his GPA up, and well... he wasn't winning any prizes compared to some of the guys at school, but he'd lived with it.

But next to his Replacement? Oh, Corey never stood a chance.

And Corey doesn't want to do this. Of course he doesn't. He sees you from across the street, holding his hand. He sees walk you around the dollar store while he pushes the cart. He sees you take him back to your place. And he follows you back to his sometimes too.

Momma's upset with him when he's late for dinner.

It's funny how much he still misses you, even when he sees you all the time. You smile and your smile is like sunshine. You look and your eyes are sharp and clever and deep enough to drown in. Your voice, god he could listen to you forever and ever and never get bored.

He closes his eyes and thinks about it, reconfigures all these sightings onto himself. You smile at him, you look at him, you talk to him, not his replacement

He's cold, and his stomach aches, and his fingers hurt, and his chest is tight when you open your door. He doesn't remember looking through the kitchen draw, or leaving home, or when his cheeks got so wet.

"Corey? Is everything okay?"

Momma always told him no one else would ever love him, and that's Corey down to the bone: always wanting something he can't have.

on the topic of jealousy, you should also read [warnings apply]:

clean again by blake (@/slutforstabbings). after corey survives the events of ends he travels south and, against his better judgement, falls in love with the reader. corey's jealous streak is strong in this story, but it comes up most directly in chapter 7.

rock bottom by toxic (@/toxicanonymity). corey can't decide if he wants to do the reader or michael, so he does both. and even though he gets the best of both worlds, he's still somehow jealous of both of his partners.

[cocomanga]

The Sweetest Beat - Set 1

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

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

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art Please respect my blog art.

Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)

WC : 5K

The Sweetest Beat - Set 2 >>

TSB - Masterlist ~ AO3 | Wattpad | Playlist

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

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

▶ SET 1 No One Knows - Queens of the Stone Age Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana Everlong - The Foo Fighters All My Life - Foo Fighters Smells Like Teen Spirit. - Nirvana

As you put the drink to your lips, the sensation of tiny bursting bubbles tickled your nose and the sharp aroma of fresh orange set a spark to your senses. The wildly refreshing contrast to the smell of cigarettes, old wood and alcohol spills seemed to rejuvenate you.

"Can I get another Blue Moon, please, Dori?"

"No problem." Itadori replied kindly as he leaned over the counter, turning back to Nobara, a flirtatious grin sprawled across his face despite her teasing him about his cocktail blending.

"Too much vermouth, man. What are you, an amateur?" she whined, a mock pout on her face as she rolled her eyes.

You glanced at them as you sat on the stool with your legs crossed and your back to the bar, shaking your head, smiling and snickering at their cute interaction.

It was pretty dark in the room, the colorful spotlights were off. A faint light shone over the bar, and one over the stage. You could see the glowing red neon exit signs, the track lighting lining the hall leading to the restrooms, and dark figures wandering about, chatting and waiting anxiously for what's next.

You loved going there. The place was quite well known, but relatively small. An intimate setting. Very "underground". The platform of the stage was set up about 4 feet high. When it was illuminated, you could see every detail of a performance from the bar seats. The room was normally peppered with small round tables that held 4-5 seats each, accommodating about 100 seated, but tonight it was standing room only and could easily fit over 3.

Most of the employees here knew you and Nobara as regulars. Itadori invited the two of you to see this performance by his best friend, who had apparently formed this band recently and it was gaining quite the following. Also probably because he wanted another excuse to see Nobara.

They were a cover band and, according to rave reviews, a pretty damn good one at that. A lot of the people who were already here, knew them from the city they hailed from.

You glanced at your smartwatch, the light piercing through the dark room, shining a bright blue glow on your face. You hoped they'd come on soon since you were already nearing your 3rd beer. "What time are they scheduled for, Dori?"

"8 o'clock."

7 minutes. Good.

"You in a hurry??" Nobara's head turned quickly towards you as she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Its not like you have to work in the morning."

"I know." you shrugged, "I'm just a little excited. I've heard good things.

"Yeah, like about how hot they are!" Nobara replied, this time quickly raising both eyebrows.

"Hey, calm down little one. You're already spoken for" Itadori snapped back at Nobara, with a grin on his face and a wrinkle between his brows.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling as you turned back to look at the stage. "Its been too long since I've heard some live music. I feel like I'm..." you frowned a little, "... neglecting my self-care routine or something."

Nobara takes the last sip of her obviously delicious martini. "Well if they're right about these guys, you'll definitely get what you need tonight."

As the curtain shrouding backstage parts, one of the members emerges. He sauntered across, twirling drumsticks in his hand. A few of the audience members begin to clap, whistling and wailing noises of approval. He appeared to have stood at about 5'11", with a slim, but athletic build, and a seemingly relaxed demeanor. 

He wore all black converse with white soles, and dark green loose fitting cargo pants that hung just a touch low, held up by a black leather belt with large black metal loop holes. His black graphic tee had an intricate design printed on the front, and was layered under a vintage leather jacket which he slipped off on his way to his seat. The tee accentuated his build, fitting loosely at the waist, yet snugly around his biceps and chest which were considerably toned, a must for a good drummer.

He wore a pretty stoic look on his face but he was, in fact, gorgeous. He had spiky, stark black hair, a few strands hanging low over his large dark eyes. He bit the bottom of his pouty lips, frowning as he sat on his stool adjusting his seat and microphones. If anything, he definitely looked "the part".

"Is that the one, Itadori?" Nobara inquired, nodding toward the stage.

Itadori looked up from the sink of soapy water behind the bar as he washed miscellaneous used glasses he'd gathered. "Yeah, that's him."

Both you and Nobara swiveled your stools back around to face the bar were Itadori stood as he explained.

"He's been playing since he was a kid. I used to hang out in his garage with him for hours while he and his cousin practiced." He broke from his chore for a moment, wiping his hands with a steaming cloth. "He even attended a prestigious art institute for a couple years."

"Really?" You inquired, considering how that must have contributed to the appearance of their success.

"Yeah" Itadori continued, "He and a couple of the members met at college".

Nobara nodded in approval, then leaned in toward you "Seems promising eh?" She chuckled into her martini, "He's definitely a hottie."

You nodded also as you returned a muffled laugh, taking the final sips of your 2nd beer. "Cute is fine and all, but they'd better be good".

"We do alright." A random voice chimes in, seemingly from out of nowhere. Startled, you turn to see the drummer standing right next to you. He leaned on his elbows against the bar propping a leg up on the frame as he stared directly at you. He turned to Itadori. "Lemme get two, Dori. I won't be able to come back down for a while." His voice was slightly monotone, deep and airy. He smelled like a light blend of soap and incense.

Suddenly a little nervous, you blushed slightly into your new beer as he turned toward you again, looking you up and down. You swiveled the other direction back to Nobara's wide-eyed stare as she attempted to suppress a huge smile.

Itadori hands him three bottles of Guinness. "Megz, this is Y/N and Nobara. They came to see you perform so yea, make it happen, bro." They give each other a quick dap.

Nobara peeks around you to see him, waving her hand.

As he pushes himself off the bar and grabs his offer from his friend, "Megz" turns toward you, his large, dark, slightly hooded eyes scan your silhouette quickly then lock with yours. He curls his long fingers on his left hand around the necks of two bottles of beer, then grabs the last with his right. He didn't seem to make a single readable expression, but gives you a quick upward nod and heads back up to the stage while the guitarist and other band members were tuning.

"Damn, girl" Nobara teases, seeing "Megz" give you a once-over. "What do you think that was about"?

You took a deep breath and shook your head as you turned back toward the stage. It looked like they were starting. You leaned your head over your shoulder at Itadori, yet kept your eyes locked up front, "I've never heard a guy called 'Meg'. That's different."

"Its Megumi. Really, only his family and friends call him Megz". Itadori explained.

"Oh." you replied, fixated.

Nobara and Itadori both look at you, then at each other, chuckling at the fact that Megumi seems to have left a lasting first impression on you.

With an unintentional critical eye, you observed the details of their setup. The band was 5 pieces with Megumi as the drummer. It included a bass, keys, lead guitarist and the vocalist, who also played guitar. "Wow. They have a female guitarist"?

"That's Maki." Itadori explained. "She's fuckin' crazy. Just wait, you'll see".

You watched their preparations. Maki tuned her guitar as she leaned in, conversing periodically with Megumi. The guy on keys kept his head down as he fidgeted with various knobs and buttons, which included a computer. The bassist's expression seemed a little detached, but he was very much in tune as he watched Maki and Megumi's conversation, and listened intently to Maki's instruction.

The lead singer wielded a gorgeous white guitar, currently strapped to his back. His presence almost as impressionable as Megumi's as he adjusted his microphone and his foot pedal. He wore black combat style laced boots and baggy camel-colored pants with the narrow hem stuffed inside his boots. His top was an exaggerated V-neck, sleeveless, black, and hung loose on his muscular build. His hairstyle was wild. Gathered in two sections on top of his head, and as spiky and dark as Megumi's. He also had a couple visible tattoos, one, a straight line across his face, one on his chest peeking from under his V-neck, and one on the outside of his chiseled bicep in a singular Japanese Kanji that read, "Blood".

It was exciting. They looked like the real deal, had plenty going on, and from here it appeared quite complex.

Suddenly the colorful spotlights illuminated the stage. At this point, quite a few more people had filed in, and the place was about half full. The crowd stirred up a mild roar of claps and whistles as they heard the first notes begin to fill the room.

You turned to Nobara, a wide grin spread across your face as you held your fists to your chest, shaking in excitement like a teenaged schoolgirl. She smiled back widely.

"They're looking really good up there" you said to Itadori, who was also checking them out.

"Mmm-hmm pay attention." Itadori smirked as he nodded toward the stage while sliding another drink toward you.

"By the way, you're looking pretty damn good yourself, honey" Nobara encouraged you with a wink, nodding toward your gorgeous legs stretching out from under your black pleated skirt, your feet dressed with calf-high black boots which had a silver buckle on the ankle and a sleek platform heel. 

Your top was a thin, black, loose fitted low-cut V-neck tee. you wore a deep red cage bralette underneath, the color peeked through the thin fabric of your tee. It had many visible straps, one which attached up to your choker, where your neck was also adorned with a gold necklace. 

"Very hot." she droned. 

You flashed her a warm smile "Thanks love. You, too".

The lead introduced the band, his voice crisp and clear, carrying beautifully across the room. The audience responded, and after a few clicks of Megumi's sticks, they started the first song:

Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened in fascination... your head whipped back towards Itadori, "Damn, he's takin' on Dave Grohl?!?!"

He smiled, as he faced the stage, looking at you out the corner of his eye with an I-told-you-so.

You watched intently as they finished the first and second verses. You sat in your stool bobbing your head to the beat, which they executed in beautifully patterned staccato, all members in perfect sync. The sound was remarkable and the vocals were spot on. You had lots of Dave Grohl in your meticulously curated music collection, and this track was among them. As you moved to the rhythm, a rush of adrenaline flooded you. You gripped the ledge of the bar, knowing the chorus was damn near impossible to pull off. After all, you've seen many bands try and fail miserably.

You stared at Megumi's kit as the lead sang the chorus.

He pounded out the first drum line so smoothly it gave you goosebumps. The next was just as good. The third, even more complex, was so beautifully executed that your eyes widened and you literally gasped. Your mouth hung open as he finished the last. You loosened your vice grip in the edge of the bar, turning to Nobara and Itadori with your brow furrowed, in complete shock.

Itadori mouthed the word, "DOPE!" through an enormous satisfied grin.

Nobara smiled with raised brows, raising her hands in the air and screaming, "Yeeeeah!"

Realizing your mouth was now gaped open, you covered it with your hand as you turned back toward the stage.

It was only the first song and they were already blowing everyone away. A smart move too, considering this was their first performance since coming back home. Best to grab your attention immediately so people hang around, or get drawn in. It also featured both Megumi and Maki quite a bit through the chorus.

Some of the notation for drums on this track were lightning fast and complex. This song in particular had patterns that an average drummer wouldn't dare touch unless he could actually execute. Megumi was fucking amazing. You were fascinated by his sheer precision, mesmerized by his passion. As you watched him allow himself to become immersed in the music, his nonchalant demeanor and seemingly indifferent attitude all but melted away when he was at the kit.

His emotional connection to the music was contagious. You sat at your stool, at times closing your eyes and swaying back and forth, while at other times, giggling openly while kicking your feet out in a flutter like a little girl who was just given her favorite flavor of ice cream. His performance was exhilarating. Their next song:

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana.

Your gaze was attached to him. He dripped appeal, quite literally as you saw him work up a complete sweat as he played. Most of the time during the loud, rougher choruses, his eyes were closed. His head shook his hair around violently as he drowned in his role. He'd make pained faces, often times biting his lip, and at others parting them to grant his lungs more oxygen considering how hard he worked.

His strong calloused hands firmly gripped his sticks, as he continuously pounded away at the drums and hats. Any time the sounds lightened and the melodies became softer, he'd raise his head up as his body moved on beat, swaying as beads of sweat slid at random intervals down his face and neck, the light catching through them as they flailed outward in droplets all around him. His once spiked out hair style had now completely fallen into wet slicks.

You couldn't take your eyes off him.

He was unbelievably fucking sexy.

They played a few more songs, and at this point in the show you sat, frozen, like a stone, gazing as you leaned back against the bar, with your elbows propped up. You periodically pressed your thighs together unconsciously as his performance aroused and hypnotized you. On top of it all, your buzz was much heavier now, the effects of the 4 beers you finished had kicked in nicely and allowed you to enjoy the music and the view all the more.

Suddenly a hand, a couple inches from your face waved frantically in front of you, vying for your attention. It was Nobara.

You snapped out of the daze you were apparently in with a deep breath, turning to her and Itadori only to see them both giggling. "Girl I've been calling you for the past two minutes! … everything ok?"

As Itadori laughed, he dropped his head between his muscular arms as they propped him up at the bar.

"Uh... yea," you said, rolling your eyes at their silly teasing. "Guys 'c'mon! this is amazing!" you motioned toward the stage.

Nobara smirked at you. "Yeah... HE is!" she said, still giggling.

"Whatever." you childishly retorted as you waived them both off with your hand. You turned back to face the stage, and you could swear you saw Megumi looking directly at you.

As the show went on, he continued to wow everyone with songs that featured some of Dave's best performances, mainly because they were well known. They'd sprinkle other songs throughout by artists like Radiohead and Korn, which gave the guy on keys time in the spotlight since he was also responsible for the electronica aspects. It also gave Megumi a break since he was obviously working himself crazy.

The last song they ended the first set with:

Everlong - The Foo Fighters.

Seriously... Megumi was fucking insane to be able to play that so well.

The crowd erupted with rumbling applause. And rightfully so since they were absolutely astonishing.

Itadori grabbed some ice cold bottles of water from the fridge, lining them up on the bar. He raised a couple bottles up, waving them in the air, along with a towel getting Megumi's attention.

You looked up at the stage, realizing he could actually see clear back there to the bar. Made sense though, considering the bartenders needed a reasonable amount of light to see as well. The people seated there were fully visible from the stage.

As distracted as you were, you didn't really consider that. And somehow you were a little embarrassed by that revelation.

"Hey, give this to him will ya?" Itadori tossed a couple towels over to you, sliding 6 of the waters your direction as well.

"Huh? Wait wha-" … before you could protest, he'd disappeared over to make drinks for another customer. You turned to see Megumi sauntering over to the bar, pulling his pants up by his belt as he took a few steps. Every soul, mainly women, from the stairs of the stage to the bar seemed to eyeball him on his way over. A couple people attempted to stop him, but he politely spoke and kept moving.

You became increasingly uneasy the closer he got, nervously looking around to seek assistance of some sort from Nobara.

She laughed playfully and turned her back on you, leaving you alone to take care of business as the water girl.

"Really?" You protested, holding your hands out in front of you.

"Those for us"? His voice rising up again, quite close to you.

You paused for a split second, burying your lips inside your mouth as you attempted to mute your smile, slowly turning to look at him.

He was dripping sweat. His hair was matted in sleek strands down his face in all directions. His chest slowly rising and falling behind his now drenched black tee, which stuck to his biceps and pecs, hugging every curve. As he continued to catch his breath, biting his pouty bottom lip, he waited patiently for you to answer. His dark, hooded eyes locked on to yours.

You quickly averted your eyes down to your hands as you grabbed the towels, squeezing them first in an attempt to ground yourself. "Uh... yes..." you handed one over.

He grabbed it, his hand making contact with yours. "Thanks."

He took a couple seconds longer than necessary to take it from you as he watched you squirm slightly in your chair, avoiding his gaze. He whipped it around his neck, then opened a bottle of water, guzzling it at the bar where he stood, his gaze still fixed. He took his final gulp, then uttered with a perfectly straight poker face, "You like what you see"?

You frowned slightly then smirked, looking up at him, "Excuse me"?

He nodded toward the stage, then looked back at you, leaning against the bar as he turned his body your direction. Still no expression. Only piercing eyes.

You nodded, and raised your eyebrows, "Yes. Actually..." you managed to mutter, trying really, really hard not to stare.

"Oh yeah? What do you like?" His fragrance was even stronger now that he had sweat so much. It wafted toward you, blending in with the warmth of his breath, tickling your shoulder and neck. It was like a fucking pheromone. He took another large drink of his water, his eyes never leaving your face.

You took a deep breath to help clear your head, finally allowing your genuine interest to speak up. "I love that you play Grohl so well. You like his work, it seems".

His brow wrinkled a bit, appearing intrigued that you knew something about drumming. Finally, a readable expression. "Been following him since I was a kid. Might as well learn from the best, right? … I tend to prefer the older, more groundbreaking stuff."

"Hmm..." you cracked a smile. "Oh I definitely agree. I'm the same with my vocals."

"Oh, you sing?" another expression of surprise from Megumi.

"Yeah... for a long time. I love it. I write as well, but it's taken a back seat to other work at the moment..." you shrugged, a flash of disappointment washes over your face as you turn to look toward the stage.

He continued to observe you for a what seemed a prolonged period, still leaning against the bar before turning to look for Itadori. He waved him down, flashing a "peace" sign at him with his fingers. He looked back down at you, "take a shot with me".

"A shot?" you repeated, kinda surprised by the offer. "of what?"

"It's called a car bomb. You ok with Guinness?" the beer he had earlier.

"Sure." you shrugged and smiled, "Why not."

Nobara joins Itadori as he brings 4 of them over. You all grabbed your glasses. "To a fantastic night!" Itadori proclaimed.

You all drop the shots into the glasses.

Nobara wails "And after partaaaaay whoooo!!!"

You all slam your drinks. Megumi and Itadori finished their shots like pros. You and Nobara took a little longer.

As you guzzled it, the foam from the beer creeped out of the glass, drizzling down the side of your mouth as you made a valiant attempt to finish it off.

Megumi's eyes grew wide as he watched the liquid slide down your jaw, and creep down your neck, your throat moving up and down behind your choker with each gulp. As you reached the end, it became sweeter, almost pleasant as the Bailey's seemed to smooth out the rough bitterness of the beer.

You pulled the glass from your mouth, gasping for air as you muttered, "Damn that's strong!" through parted wet lips. "After party?" You said, frowning and licking the remnants of foam from your mouth.

"Yeah. Come." Megumi said as he grabbed your glass, stacking it on top of his then sliding it over to Itadori who was flashing a goofy smile at him.

"Maybe I will"... you wiped yourself up with a napkin from the bar as you turned back around toward the stage, propping your elbows up behind you, observing the band.

Megumi watched you carefully, noticing your tendency toward scrutiny. "Good."

You squinted tilting your head as you considered how good the music was. "This band is pretty damned exceptional." You turned back to meet his inquisitive stare, curious. "How did you manage to gather a group of that caliber? Where did you find them?"

The corner of his lip curled upward as he explained, "Choso, the singer, has been friends with Itadori and me for about 2 years now. Maki is actually my cousin. Yuta on the bass, and Toge on the keys went to college with me at the institute. Their work was … insane, so I recruited them."

"Wow" … "How long have you been together? I mean... the whole band?" you inquired further.

"About 4 years total since I started with Toge and Yuta. When I left the school I asked Maki to join, and Choso approached us 2 years ago. That's how we met."

You turned to him, shaking your head as you leaned back on the bar. "This is quite the accomplishment, Megumi. I hope you're proud of yourself. You're fantastic. Truly."

With genuine gratitude he replied, "Well, aren't you sweet. I appreciate that".

He picked up his water and took another sip as he glanced down at your boots. As the water bottle came down from his face, you watched him intently as his eyes traveled up your legs. You crossed them, for his sake of course, allowing your skirt to hike up your thigh just a touch. His slow scan continued steadily upward, pausing briefly at your chest, where your gold necklace cascaded gracefully between your breasts along with some strands of your hair. His eyes then traced your neckline up to your lips where he paused again, biting his bottom lip as he looked up into your eyes.

… Damn …

You sat perfectly still, watching him undress you with his eyes. A gaze so seductive, it was rendered tangible, and extremely erotic.

Entertained, a tiny smirk played at your lips as you considered his audacity. Nevertheless, it felt so fucking good, you allowed yourself to get quite lost in that moment.

Yeah. He's trouble.

"Megz!" Maki yells from the stage. "The water?"

"Aargh shit." He grabs all 6 from the bar in his arms, then flinches from the cold.

"Here." You grabbed another towel and laid it on the counter, placing the water bottles on top, rolling them up. "Have a great set. I'm excited to hear the second half". You flash him a sweet smile.

"Thanks. See you later." a small smile creeps into a curl at the corner of his mouth as he turns to make his way back toward the stage.

You watch him closely as he gets settled back in.

He sits at his kit, and looks immediately back over to the bar, locking eyes with you instantly.

"Wow... I really thought the stage lighting would make it tougher for him to see us from there." you look over to Nobara as she's walking back over to you.

"Nope... hehehe. Probably caught you gawking at him earlier, too." She teased.

"Girl bye." you whined, rolling your eyes.

Though she does have a point. You can practically feel your cheeks painting themselves red at the thought.

"I think we should go closer for the second half. I'm ready to dance!" She flashed a giddy smile.

You agreed, "Good idea, yeah. lets go."

You both grab a beer on the way, yours was a Guinness.

You squeeze through the crowd that had obviously gotten much thicker, possibly from people who could only make it to the second half, and some who wandered in off the street, lured by the amazing sound.

You made it to the front, slightly to the right of center stage. Megumi's line of sight was clear from there. He was guzzling another bottle of water.

They started the second set with another banger:

All My life - Foo Fighters.

Maki took the intro with the low vibrating heavy rock guitar riffs. Choso's voice was like butter, blending in smoothly with Maki as he stood at one with the microphone, gripping it firmly in place.

Your eyes moved to Megumi, since he was next. His eyes were closed as he listened to Maki and Choso complete the intro. As they opened slowly, aimed toward the bar, they glided across the room, then over to where you and Nobara stood. His gaze locked on to yours and the cutest smirk of pleasure spread across his face, complete with slightly pink cheeks.

So satisfying, you couldn't help but smile. It was adorable.

His eyes close again as he waits a portion of a measure for his entrance. He smashes his drums as he and Yuta hit their notes. Megumi hit his quick riffs with precision like a goddamn rock star every single time. Never missing a beat. It was insane. How can he be so good at such complicated work?

The crowd went wild. They loved every second if it, and this time you and Nobara worked up a great sweat dancing.

In the middle of the song, there was another solo with Maki then Choso ... a quiet bar... you stood there, keeping time with Megumi, he was starting to sweat already.

You stood there watching him. Your gazes met, as you bobbed your heads lightly on the same beat. A smirk formed on your lips as he played. Watching him was stimulating.

He'd slowly close his eyes, as he drummed, allowing himself to ride the vibrations of the moment as his face tilted up toward the rafters. He looked so satisfied, so euphoric. He'd then lower his face back down toward the kit, as beads of sweat to fell from his hair and nose, opening his eyes back up to exactly where you stood. It was so hot. Damn near orgasmic.

You and Nobara, on the verge of wasted, feeling your drinks and that crazy shot Itadori fed you, danced around next to the stage like a couple of crazed fans. They played through their set smoothly, the crowd completely submerged in the intensity of the atmosphere. Finally, it was time for the last song.

It was Maki again for 3 measures:

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana.

Of course they'd play this. Megumi beat the shit out of it, and Maki was on fire during her guitar solo. Throughout the course of the song, Megumi continued to look to you, smiling and smirking periodically. He seemed to enjoy seeing you dance, and you were more than happy to oblige. During the quiet verses, you bit your bottom lip, locking into sultry stares with him as he played, the song igniting a fire in which the flames were surely fanned by the alcohol.

With his head bowed as he pounded away, his body moving at a consistent, steady tempo, he'd look at you out the corner of his eye in such a way... a way that was more than arousing, a way that bordered on lecherous.

And that … only excited you more.

Choso sang his damn heart out, and you and the entire venue followed along every word and every beat.

When they were done, the audience cheered loudly, expressing how exhilarating their performance was, and you still had an after party to go to.

You were on such a high after that experience, you knew you needed to calm the fuck down.

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TSB Masterlist | Set 2>>

Set 2 Preview: "... His kisses were absolutely fucking delicious. He massaged your tongue with his, sucking your lips in intervals. His lips were soft, and his tongue warm, gliding lusciously across your skin. You wanted him to do it. Whatever he was planning, you'd grant him vip access. The level of sensuality he's displayed to you is off the charts, and you wanted nothing more than to be his special, obedient little groupie..."

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