#her hair...her outfit...the lashes...yes.

no woman, (or man), has ever gotten megumi so hard so fast.

"megumi! this cake is so good!'

he's sure yours would be too.

"here, try it!"

next thing he knew, you were leaning over the table, trying to feed him a piece of cake.

he could see your tits perfectly from how you were leaning towards him.

it's her birthday. chill the fuck out.

megumi was starting to feel a little guilty for having such dirty thoughts. you looked so happy tonight. he didn't want to accidentally ruin your mood—especially by offering sex.

he took the bite of cake and dragged his eyes back up to your face.

"is it good megs?"

you asked and batted your lashes. he nodded and continued to listen to your rant about some tv show as you finished eating.

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why?

why did he agree to this??

megumi had just come out of the shower and you'd asked him to let you do his skincare with the excuse that it's your birthday—which was unnecessary because he would have agreed even if it wasn't. now, you were straddling megumi's lap on your bed while you rubbed a serum into his forehead.

"awwww!"

you cooed,

"megumi you look so cute!"

he scoffed and pushed up the hello kitty headband like he wasn't rock hard.

you frowned at his reaction.

"you've been quiet all night megs..."

you then pouted.

fuck. he made you upset on your birthday.

so much for keeping you happy.

"ah—no, it's not you y/n..."

"then what is it..? you keep looking at me but you won't say anything!"

he groaned. how was he supposed to tell you what he wanted to do with you?

"okay...baby"

"yes megumi?"

you looked at him with your stupidly pretty doe eyes and he felt his cock heart throb. he sighed and shifted you on his lap by your hips.

"you feel that?"

"feel what?"

god. of course you wouldn't notice, every time since the two of you started dating, when you sat on his lap he'd get hard immediately. you probably thought it was normal for him to be like this!

fuck it.

"i want to have sex with you y/n."

.

..

...

"huh?"

"sex."

"with me?"

he nodded and looked at you too seriously to be lying.

"megumi..."

"yes?"

he saw your ears flush before you mumbled out a quiet confession.

"i'm a virgin..."

"i know baby...that's why i waited so long before asking...do you not want to?"

"no! i do! i do... but...i'm like...a super virgin..."

"meaning..?"

"i've never put anything up...there."

"ever?"

"ever."

"not even your fingers?"

you felt your face heat up even more from the embarrassment when you shook your head.

megumi suddenly groaned, and then he was kissing you.

the thought of being the first to ever stretch you out nearly made megumi cum in his pants.

you broke the kiss that was heating up way too quickly and wiped the corner of your mouth.

"wait- you don't mind?"

"no i don't. honestly, it just makes me want you more."

"really?"

he nodded.

"to be clear...you want this right?"

"yes."

you probably answered too quickly, but fuck that. you've been dating megumi for a year and the furthest you two have ever gone were really heavy make-outs.

megumi started kissing you again.

"i've wanted this for so long..."

he leaned into your neck and pressed up into you and you felt the print of his cock in his pants.

he did it again after he heard you quietly moan.

"you like that baby? i can make you feel better if you want..."

you didn't know what he was suggesting but you trusted him.

"please..."

he bit his lip at that.

"lie down for me."

you immediately obeyed. it's like you weren't in control of your body. you felt so tingly right now.

oh.

now you were looking down at megumi between your legs.

"can i take these off..?"

your brain stuttered.

well? can he?

he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he toyed with the waistband of your shorts.

"y-yes..."

"you sound nervous—"

he pulled your shorts down to your ankles and then off.

"—don't be nervous baby, i've got you."

you felt wet kisses up your thighs.

"you're so fucking gorgeous baby, y'know that?"

oh god. oh god. it's actually happening.

"keep your eyes on me."

you then feel something warm and foreign on your clit—you think you hear megumi muttering, "you're so wet" or something like that—you immediately flinched and closed your eyes. megumi rubbed your hips as if trying to say, "relax."

it wasn't long before the unfamiliarity became pleasantly overwhelming, and pressure started to quickly build up deep in your stomach.

"mmm— m-megumi! w-wait! megumi i feel weird—"

at that, he gripped your hips and dragged you down closer to his mouth.

"it's okay baby..."

he pushed a finger into your slick heat and you moaned.

"cum around my fingers y/n."

fuck he sounded so hot.

a loud moan left your lips and you squeezed the pillow beneath your head. a strange, but oh so delicious feeling washed over you, it was unlike anything you've ever felt.

is this what an orgasm feels like? you wanted to feel this for the rest of your life.

after you felt the trembling in your legs diminish, you opened your eyes and looked down at megumi.

holy shit.

his hair was starting to stick to his forehead from sweat, his lips were swollen and red, and his chin was covered in what you assumed was your cum. but his eyes.

they were usually a pretty, dark blue, but that blue was nowhere to be seen now. a perverted darkness replaced the usual blue.

"fuck y/n. you squirted."

"u-uhm...is that bad...?"

"absolutely not."

he snaked his way up your body and kissed you. it was weird tasting yourself on his tongue.

"did that feel good?"

you nodded shyly.

"good. because i'm going to be doing that a lot more often now."

you loved the idea of that.

"is...is that it then..?"

"hell no. well- unless you want to stop now."

"please don't."

he moaned so innately, you didn't believe the sound came from megumi.

"say you mean it."

"i mean it megs...i want to keep going..."

"fuck. okay... hold on."

you sat on your bed and watched him dig in his wallet on your dresser before he fished out a condom and stripped off his pyjama pants, leaving him in his boxers. you could see how much he wanted this by how his cock was straining proudly against his boxers.

he laughed,

"you're staring"

"uh...yeah.."

you mumbled and watched in awe as he took off his boxers and rolled the condom on.

"you sure you want this?"

"uh huh."

you looked up as he climbed on top of you.

"okay then, i'll be gentle okay?"

you shakily nodded and clutched his forearm.

"this won't work if you're tense baby. relax."

you exhaled, loosened your grip on his arm, and closed your eyes.

"none of that. look at me y/n."

forcing open one eye, you glanced at megumi, and then where your bodies met. the tip of his slender cock was pressed against your entrance, you never imagined yourself in a position like this in a thousand years.

"breathe with me."

as the two of you inhaled he slowly pushed in and you felt a sharp sting along with the pressure of being filled.

by the time you both exhaled, megumi tentatively asked,

"okay, it's in...can i move now?"

he's all the way in?

you looked down to see his pelvis flush against your spread legs.

"don't look there. just feel.."

he tilted your chin up to look at him again.

"oka-"

megumi didn't wait for an answer when he slowly started thrusting into you.

you whimpered at the intrusion but toughened it out for his sake. he looked so handsome right now. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed like he was holding back the moon and stars, his teeth were bullying his bottom lip, he was flushed up to his ears, and his beautiful long lashes fanned against his cheekbones.

by the time he started fucking into you faster the pain dissolved into a sweet bliss. he felt so good inside you. you suddenly felt a strong need to be closer to him.

"megs...kiss me please?"

you didn't get to finish the request before his lips were melded with yours.

he lifted both your thighs to the side and groaned into your mouth as his hips snapped to meet yours.

he didn't think you'd feel so good. holding out for a year was definitely starting to feel worth it now. your pussy was the sweetest he'd ever had, your moans the sweetest he'd ever heard. god. he'd never let you go.

"fuck baby, i'm gonna cum—"

"mmm, me too megumi- feels soooo good!"

you whined against his lips and he lost it.

he spilled inside the condom, but didn't stop thrusting into you until he felt you clench around him and cum as well.

he reluctantly pulled out and looked at you.

you looked fucked. (haha literally)

"that was....i liked that.."

you whispered the last three words like a secret.

"im glad. i liked it too. now let's get you cleaned up."

"wait- can we stay like this a little longer? please?"

"okay,"

he smiled.

"whatever you want, birthday girl."

you rolled over on top of him and kissed his cheek.

"then...can we do it again?"

if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !

kawaiiladygirl's note: hihihihi this is my first time writing smut and its probably ass lolol. i've read so much smut so i hope this is a least a little goon-able. AND i think there's some inconsistencies in the past/present tense throughout, please dihsregard those if you peeped them <3

ℒeona

⟢ first glance, doesn't care―LOOKS AGAIN―he stared longer then he will admit. he wasn't the type of judge people based of their outfits, unless it's obvious they are trying to look ridiculous, so seeing you walk down the halls with your hair tied in a pretty ribbon and draped in pretty fabric .. yah he's staring.

⟢ you walk up to him, looking like you stepped straight out of a magazine cover and smile up at him , " hey, darling, you free later today ? "

⟢ you push his hair back to fix his collar, all while leona is staring down at you with a grin on his lips. " darling, huh ? you sound like you want something from me. " he teases to cover the tint of pink on his face.

⟢ it takes a lot to fluster him, but when it comes to you and your way with words, you have him wrapped around your finger.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

he hears you before he sees you, heels clicking against the school halls―slow and confident. leona cracks one eye open from where he stood, leaning against the wall with his tail swishing back and forth lazily.

he always notices your outfits, how you stand out between everyone else.

" well, damn ... " he would tell himself with a sly smirk, as you stepped into reach he tucks your hair behind your ear as you smile up at him.

you look like someone who walked straight out of some high-end magazine―flawless and untouchable.

" hi, darling~ you waiting for someone ? " you asked, voice gentle and steady.

he huffs, but lets you play with his hair as you lean closer to him, practically taking up his personal space.

" what if i am ? " he mused, " jealous ? "

you chuckle, noticing the soft tint of pink on his cheeks and combed your fingers between his hair, " hardly~ "

you kiss him cheek, interlocking your hands with his and flutter your lashes at him. " you like it when i call you darling, hm ? "

his tail flicks. leona looks away with a huff and turns to walk, not once loosening his grip on you―instead, it tighten.

" i like what's mine, what's so wrong with that ? "

𝓐zul

⟢ honestly, ego boost>> he is down bad. horribly bad, it's embarrassing. for him, it's fun to see his glasses almost fall off his face when he takes one look at you.

⟢ it's the way you say the words, it gets him all mushy and he forgets everything he was going to say. yes, it affects him that bad.

⟢ your heels click like warning to others around you, but deaf upon azul's ears. finding your boyfriend surrounded by different papers and contracts it makes your brain hurt just staring at him.

⟢ " azul, darling~ you've been working so hard. don't you think it's time for a break ? "

⟢ he nearly drops his pen, when did you walk in ?

⟢ " i can assure you, my pearl ― " you immediately cut him off, leaning close your lips almost touch. " i just don't want you to overwork yourself, hun~ "

⟢ he's trying to find the words, he is NOT COMPOSED.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

azul prides himself on control, proper schedules and composure.

on rarely letting anything make him feel small and being caught off guard. so why are you making it so difficult for him ?

you walk down the lounge with confident steps, a soft smile on your lips that can strike any man. outfit sparkling when you walk, hair combed and styled.

" azul, darling~ "

you called out to him from behind the bar, sitting on the high chair with ease, heels sitting at the bottom of the seat.

he adjusts his glasses upon hearing your arrival, that nickname causes him to slip up a sentence to his employee and shoos then back to the kitchen.

" pearl , " he almost sighs, standing directly in front of you now from the opposite side of the surface and stared back at you.

you simply smile at him, chin resting on your hand, scarily confident and unbothered.

" you work too hard, it's affecting your other employees "

he merely laughs it off, " they read the contract, it's all business. "

" oh, you're such a cutie when you talk all professional like that. "

azul felt his heart skip a beat.

you sigh, lashes fluttering as you tilt your head. he doesn't notice your hand snuck its way to hold it from the table. he pauses for a moment, but relaxes at your touch.

" you ... " he groaned, rubbing the bridge if his nose, " are going to be the death of me, " it comes out more of a whisper, your face innocent as you smile.

" you like it~ "

" because it's you, my dear~ "

𝒦alim

⟢ oh, he's obsessed with you. your gorgeous, he definitely wouldn't have it any other way!

⟢ the second he sees you all dressed up, fancy and chic, you can hear his gasp from hallway down

⟢ he doesn't hug you immediately because he doesn't want to mess up your outfit ノ makeup ― but of you give him the aok he's all over you, he's so proud to be your boyfriend.

⟢ when you call him darling, or cutie, he's so happy. like a puppy when they hear their favorite word.

⟢ " darling? " , " yes, baby!!? "

⟢ you would think he gets all flustered, and he does, but he's more smiliy and laughing then blushy.

⟢ he would show you off to anyone, he can talk about you for hours !

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he spots you in the crowd of his party, a big one mind you, immediately charmed by your outfits. your bangles, earrings, your dress and heels―he's gushing over you.

" y/n ! you look amazing ! " he smiles, arms extended around you as if to hug you. you just smile at him, your drink in your hand you reach your other arm out to caress his cheek.

" why, thank you, cutie~ " you reply softly with a playful wink, it leaves kalim blinking once before smiling stupidly.

"cutie ? me !!? " it was the way you said it that made kalim happy.

" yes, you~ "

you adjust a small detail on his outfit, fingers gentle and precise. kalim lets you, a soft blush on his face with a happy smile while he tries his best to stand still. you dust off his vest and lean close to kiss his cheek,

" go enjoy your party, cutie~ " you tell him, knowing he's a blushy mess just looking at you and as much as it's adorable, he has a party to run.

he immediately takes your hand, not even having a second thought, and starts to drag you through the crowd. " but i wanna dance with you ! and show you off to people, your outfit can't go unnoticed ! you'll be the life of the party ! "

you just laugh, letting the music take over as you and him spend the rest of the evening together. he couldn't have it any other way.

𝒥amil

⟢ on the outside, he's composed and completely unbothered―on the inside ? it's a mess. trying to figure out how to react without looking completely obvious.

⟢ you walk up to him, effortlessly and stunning, heels clicking without a care in the world. he's minding his own business, cooking for kalim once again.

⟢ " jamil, darling, you look tense. "

⟢ he pauses mid-sip of his soup, stiffening ever so slightly he clears his throat and puts the spoon down.

⟢ " what did i say about calling me that so casually ? " he groans, eyes unreadable as he adjusts his hoodie to distract his thoughts.

⟢ it's one thing seeing you dress so beautiful, but also having to hear you call him those nicknames so casually? he's flushed.

⟢ he's usually composed and unbothered, but you ? you break those walls down so quickly.

⟢ he pretends to not like them, but he actually loves them―please calling him by these nicknames, he needs to hear someone else is looking after him.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

he spots you as you walk into the kitchen, how could he not. you outshine everyone with your outfits and bright confidence ―it's impossible not to notice you.

he keeps working, greeting you with a soft " hi, habibti" and continues to stir the soup in the big pot in front of him.

you him, heels clicking towards him. " hello, darling~ busy as always, i see. "

he stiffens, only mildly nearly dropping what he's holding.

" why'd you say it like that .. " he groaned, closing his eyes for a moment, " and yes, kalim requested to cook him something for the whole dorm to eat .. "

you raise an eyebrow at his first response, did he mean to say that out loud ?

" hm, you seem tense~ did you not like the nickname ? "

jamil thinks before he speaks.

" yes .. "

a pause.

" no― i mean, uugh- "

you just laugh, " i jest, hun~ " with a hand at his arm, you smile.

his eyes flicker towards you. your posture, your smile, your vocie―its perfect, your perfect.

" you make it difficult to concentrate when you call me that, " he sighs to himself.

" wasn't trying to, " you lean close enough to kiss his cheek, " i just love you~ is that so bad ? "

that wasn't the problem.

" i suppose not ... "

he keeps you by his side for the rest of the cooking, asking you to taste test his cooking and pretend your words aren't flustering him.

𝒱il

⟢ oh, he and you are basically THE couple. no hesitation, he respects the hell out of you―he loves everything about you.

⟢ sees your fashion as a statement, you own that look.

⟢ the two of you together ? terrifying, beautiful and confident.

⟢ he doesn't get phased when you give him these nicknames, he actually calls you darling as well~

⟢ he barely has to fix your posture, your already perfect.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

" vil, darling~ "

ah, that voice. a voice he can recognize a mile away. he hums in reply, looking up to spot you at his full body mirror, two dresses in your hands.

" which dress suits me better, i can't pick. i want to look perfect for your interview tonight! "

your voice was gentle and loving, a soft pout on your lips when vil stands, walking behind you with a perfect posture. he examines the dress in your hand, on your left is a strapless, beautiful red dress―the jewels stitched at the chest area shining bright.

on your right was a dark purple, cocktail dress―strapless a d bold.

" the purple cocktail would look gorgeous on you, darling~ "

you look back at him from the reflection and the dresses in hand, " you positive ? you don't sound so sure if yourself, "

" of course i'm positive .. it's just, missing something. "

vil steps past you, opening his closet full of accessories until he hummed happily. taking out a beautiful silver necklace, he steps back to you and stood confidentiality behind you.

draping the necklace at your neck, the metal tickling your neck with its cold touch, vil nods.

" now it's perfect~ "

you turn back to kiss his cheek, a soft thank you leaving your lips as you left to change. leaving him with a soft smile on his lips, he knows this is going to be a fantastic evening.

ℐdia

⟢ your his final boss, and you don't even mean to.

⟢ there are times you purposefully try to get him to blush, but some times you even have to try― one simple cutie and he's folded.

⟢ he thinks he's waaaaay out of your league, like who even is he compared to you ? you're a literal model and he's a nerd!

⟢ he can't stop staring at you, and when he gets caught, he panics and hides away into his hoodie.

⟢ when you get close to his face, kiss him and pull back he's actually red. there's no going back, he's gone.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

this is why idia doesn't leave his room, he always over thinks different scenarios that lead to trouble and he ended up running into you―not that that was the issue, it was the fact he was unprepared for social interactions.

" hi darling, what are you doing here~ " you asked, honestly happy to see outside of his room.

he panics. short-circuts and blushes mad.

he almost tips over, face redder then his hair when he gets mad.

" what―what ? " he stutters, your face suddenly close to his. he took a look at your outfit and his hair tips turn pink.

the layers and gloves stand out and your makeup is spot on.

you peek under his hoodie to lock eyes with him, thank the sevens no one is around to see this. he would have just died with no respawn.

"you are such a cutie when you panic, you know that ~ "

he whines.

" don't say that ! please don't say that so casually, ugh―"

it's silent for a moment until he feels your lips on his cheek, taking his hoodie and slowly pulling it down.

he doesn't recover for the rest of the day.

ℳalleus

⟢ oh you have him captivated.

⟢ doesn't matter where you are, when you approach him―elegant and deliberate―voice smooth.

⟢ " good evening, darling~ a bit chilly tonight, huh ? "

⟢ he blinks once, emerald eyes linger down at you like you've sung a beautiful melody.

⟢ darling ? he echos, silently, not wanting to expose how much that single word affected him.

⟢ your outfits are a different story, from the crown of your head to your heels, you look like a goddess. a queen in the making. he knows you'll fit the role perfectly when that time arrives.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

the garden is dark when you find him, the evening light is your only source of vision. it usually always is, when it comes to malleus.

malleus stands beneath the soft glow of a lanternlight, tall and still, part of the night itself.

" ah, here you are darling~ " you hummed happily, heels clicking against the decorative pavement as you stopped by his side. " a bit chilly out tonight, huh ? "

you wire a fluffy white scarf, a beautiful pink dress with black tights and heels that shimmered in the light. your hair tied up in a neat bun, earrings out on display.

he turns to you, deliberately, his gaze finding you immediately despite not standing so close into the light.

" darling ? "

he repeats, almost in a trance. something flickers in his eyes as he smiles softly, " you favor that nickname ? " he asks as if he already knows the answer.

you still, soft and calm. " only for those i like~ "

your hand finds his, his thumb instinctively brushing against your skin. and something inside of him shifts―not anger, but a happy feeling bubbling in his chest.

His perfect little arm candy who he plans on making his perfect trophy wife.

His sex kitten who struts around in sleazy stilettos, figure defining outfits and dresses. Skirts so short that she doesn’t even need to bend over for her ass to hang out with nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric wedged up her pert ass. Sheer tops and pieces of string that barely contain her beautiful breast, pert nipples and well-shaped figure. The type of clothing meant to embrace the gorgeous curves gifted to her.

Rafe constantly thanks whatever higher power carved her and sent her his way.

His flawless baby..

Wrapped up in all that with a stunning face, pouty lips slathered in glittery gloss and dewey come-hither eyes accentuated by perfectly done false lashes.

Fuck, does Rafe love when he walks around with her strapped by his side. Large bruised hand constantly groping her ass, or thigh, or slipping up her top as he pinched her nipple and laughed into her hair when she lets out a sexy whine with pouty lips. His friends and island-goers not knowing whether to look away or watch the show whenever Rafe felt like groping up his girl in public.

And it was quite often. Shamelessly.

Pride filling him when men and women can’t take their eyes off of her and fall to the way her perfect ass hangs out her dresses and skirts or is firmly accentuated by second skin body suits and jumpers. Or the way their eyes never fail to land on her chest as her pert nipples poke through thin cotton sundresses that stick to her damp glowy-skin in the summer heat or sheer tops that leave nothing to the imagination but a need for desire in their minds. Or the outliers who look at her like she’s a jezebel.

And does Rafe absolutely love it…

When his family throws a massive barbecue and his perfect temptation of a girlfriend is leaping around in her little turquoise micro-bikini and white cover-up wrapped around her perky, well rounded ass. Bottoms so far wedged up barely covering the sinful treat between her smooth thighs and top so tiny the sides of her tits were spilling out mouthwateringly with every cheery bounce as sexy giggles spilled from her sinful lips.

Her perfect face shaded by a huge white beach hat to match her impractical cover-up. Her little wedge sandals clacking as she runs around and talks to everyone.

That’s the thing Rafe loves about his girl the most.

Her sparkling personality and alluring finesse for speaking that leaves any one who talks to her nodding their head dumbly and looking at her with stars in their eyes. Her aptitude for flirting and capturing a crowds attention at the first syllable that drips from her perfect glossy lips.

So yeah, safe to say that Rafe has a nasty fixation on the way his captivating girlfriend draws attention at every corner she turns. A sexy little oblivious smile on her face as she walks through the world like she doesn’t know the way she leaves jaws hanging and heads whipping around.

Rafe doesn’t blame them, he doesn’t think he could have looked away from her if he tried the first time he laid his crazed-eyes upon her with an immediate claim and turning of cogs in his head on how exactly he was going to make that sexy little fairy who sparkled him in her magic the first night they met, his.

Cause he knows at the end of the day he’s the one who holds her hips down and knees to her chest as his hips beat into her with unadulterated passion. Leaving a creamy ring of their love wrapped around the base of his cock and dripping down between her cute ass and winking hole onto their egyptian cotton sheets.

He’s the one who caresses her soft cheek with infatuation and undivided attention as she presses cute kisses across his swollen, leaking tip. Hisses of praise and ‘put it in your mouth, don’t play with me. Been wanting that mouth wrapped around me all damn day.’ Falling from his swollen lips as his hips buck up. Her watery flirty eyes gleaming at him mischievously as she giggles and then presses her perfect nails into his abdomen before dragging them up with nasty red lines to flick his nipple with a bratty, ‘I’ll do whatever I want,” and bite to his thigh that makes him hiss, twitch and let out a shaky breathe.

And he’s definitely the one who bends her in front of the mirror in the men’s restroom at the Island Club with the door barely locked. Large hand gripping her scalp as his other hand presses the back of her knee into the counter and his hips smack into her ass loudly with wet ‘plaps’ of their arousal stringing them together every time he pulls away. Her gorgeous eyes rolling back and perfectly done makeup now a sweaty mess and rolling down the sides, plump swollen lips bitten and bruised from his need to devour her at any given moment and drool hanging from from the corner as pathetic mewls and cries fall from the brutal beating on her dripping pussy.

Her red-bottom mule stiletto barely hanging onto her cute foot as her other heel clacked on the floor with her pathetic, shaky efforts to hold herself up with the other leg, skirt pushed around her waist. Skin damp along with Rafe’s as she tries her very best to focus on him through teary love-filled eyes. Her sexy, hectic man holding his shirt between his teeth with a snarl and his strong abdomen clenching harshly with every pound as he gives out harsh claiming grunts from his exertion. Stringy curtain bangs sticking to his damp forehead as sweat drops down the side of his flushed sun-kissed face. But she can’t help the way her eyes keep rolling into the back of her head, as her lashes flutter from the snapping of his hips.

When his eyes snap up from watching the way her red, bruised ass jiggled sensually with each snap of his hips and watched the way their love kept them together in a sinful display of their mixed arousal. His lips dropped his baggy cotton button up and he takes the hand from the back her knee and wraps it harshly around her throat. A snarl forming on his face once more as he forces her to look at him with the rough grip on her scalp and a gruff…

“Look at me,” falling from his equally red, wet and swollen lips. Saying it even harsher when she failed to do so from the way he was fucking every single sense and thought out of her but him.

A mocking smile and, “there she is, there’s my stupid lil’ show off. Yeah yeah,” he shushes her whines mockingly when she listens to him the second time and forces her dumb brain to make herself look at him. “You knew what the hell you were doing out there. So shut the fuck up and take it, before you piss me off.” He spits out with a nasty tone and no room for arguments.

His hand leaving her throat to smack her damp once meticulously dazzling cheek before her gripped both of them in his fingers when she let out a bratty whine. “Na, don’t act dumb baby, know you like it. The way everyone looks at you, the way they want you.” A hiss falling from his lips as she clenches around him confirming his statement before a cocky chuckle follows right after. Nodding mockingly with a coo as he pulled her head more back and hushed her whines before meeting his lips with hers. His hips speeding up impossibly harder and claiming and definitely loud enough to be heard outside by anyone passing by.

Probably even all the way down to the main hall.

And when Rafe lets go of her swollen lips as he breathes into her mouth and she whines into his, their equally watery and passionate, love-filled eyes looking into one another when he pulls his head slightly back, all he says is..

“Fuck,” he spits out with a grit before continuing, “you’re lucky I like the way they look at you too. Now take that shit,” His words almost menacingly threatful as his hips and grip gain a new life force. Her body completely his and their mixed arousal starting to drip onto the floor as she produces even more slick. The loudest whine and mewl leaving her lips so far and when Rafe bends his head a little more to look down at her. Proud of the way she looks so pathetic under his whim as a hung smirk finds its way onto his handsome face he tells her with a demanding softness..

"Ohh... Oh yes, right there Ji!"

Jiwoo stops her licking and glares up at Asa. "Ji? Do you want me to start calling you Ass?"

"Yes if you'll get back to work, Jiwoo."

Asa has to suppress a moan as Jiwoo gives her clit a petulant flick of her tongue—it's not be the first time she's received a tongue lashing from H2H's leader. The memberless arrangement was perfect—no risk of pregnancy (duh), no dealing with jealous fans (who ever got jealous that a girl group member was tonguing another girl group member's box on the regular?), and non-obvious arousal (Asa could have fun feeling Jiwoo up, and Jiwoo could go on stage and no one would be the wiser, but try that with a guy? Good luck performing with a tent in their pants!)

"Mm, right there," Asa gives a huff of approval at the lemonhead spearing her tongue into her, and Asa tries her best to keep her thighs from squeezing Jiwoo—the last time she had to explain why there's makeup on her thighs was not a fun one.

Not that Jiwoo needed the instructions. A deep plunge, a smudge of lipstick on her clit, a lick to clean it off, and Asa twitches, bucking her hips and gasping in a quiet climax.

Jiwoo never quite understood the other "member"-less part though, and asks Asa about it while she's fixing her clothes.

"Remind me again why you need me here? You have Ahyeon, and Ruka, and—"

"Of course you mention Ahyeon first," Asa's very slightly jealous and miffed about that. "Creates too much tension, too much potential to get messy. You get into an argument and you don't even have someone to get you off after to relieve the stress of the argument."

"And so... me?"

"We don't see each other enough to get into an argument, so it's perfect. Now bend over." Jiwoo leans forward over some boxes, taking a deep breath as Asa rubs her slit over the safety shorts. The breath catches in her throat, and the world swirls in her head as Jiwoo's Sweetly Leaking Inner Temple is Slowly Penetrated by Little Intrusive Touches.

"Wait, nails!"

"Oh don't worry Ji, I suggested to stylist-unnie that I can try having gloves on for the stage, so no nails, aren't you lucky." Asa twists her wrist, curling her two fingers and hooking into Jiwoo's sweet spot and instantly feeling her get wetter—if she isn't careful she'll have Jiwoo spewing Salty Lewd yet Illogically Tangy juices all over her outfit.

"N-No don't!" Jiwoo knows it too, and she looks back hurriedly, cheeks pink with arousal. Yet her pussy clenches as Asa pulls her fingers out, replacing it with a thumb on her clit. "Hnngh no, just put it back in!"

"Are you sure?" Jiwoo lewdly pulls her shorts to the side as far as she can, and Asa knows better than to stand directly behind her, in the spray zone. The fingers go back in, and Jiwoo's in a rush to gush, Asa helping her to quickly get there, until—

"Jiwoo unnie, Jiwoo unnie!"

No! Jiwoo's knees buckle as Asa's fingers disappear as quickly as they were in her, the click-clack of her heels already disappearing in the other direction. She quickly fixes her clothing before Stella can round the corner.

"There you are unnie! Is that Asa?"

"That's Asa sunbaenim to you, don't be rude." There's a dull throbbing inside Jiwoo, she was so close!

"What are you doing with our rival?"

"We're not rivals! We were coordinating when we could do a challenge."

"No unnie, this is a competition! Why are you so red? Are you feeling okay?" Stella tries to check on Jiwoo, but she's so sensitive anything might set her off at this point.

"Yeah, yeah, it's hot here. Let's go." Jiwoo takes a deep breath and sighs—time to get to work.

***

"Two hours please." Jiwoo slips a few bills under the counter.

"848. Have a good time." A bystander happens to turn their head as they walk by, spying two slim ladies grabbing the key and heading upstairs. Both had hoodies on and wore masks, but there was blonde hair peeking out the top from one of them.

Must be an idol, and two of them? Damn, whoever can get them up here must be rich. Lucky guy. They assume.

They assume wrong, however, and Jiwoo shoves Asa into the room in front of her.

"God I can't believe you edged me like that." Her lips are on Asa in an instant, hands already diving under her hoodie.

"Hey don't blame me, blame your member. If she hadn't come calling for you I would've made you cum all over the floor."

"Don't. Remind. Me." Asa was happy to play along with Jiwoo's neediness, somehow getting naked faster than Jiwoo as the latter tangles herself in her own clothes. Asa leans back on the pillow and watches—it was rare to see Jiwoo act up this badly.

"Come on, hold still." Asa tugs the hoodie up and over Jiwoo's blonde hair, and Jiwoo's wearing nothing but her bra underneath. "Really? You just go around town like that?"

"Shut up." Asa's ready to rise from the bed, to take her usual spot on top of Jiwoo, but she's stopped, a hand on her chest as Jiwoo kicks off her sweatpants and panties. "I want to be on top."

"Do you even know how to be on top?"

"Don't need to, seen you do it so many times." Asa doesn't mind the kissing at all, nor does she mind Jiwoo feeling her up, hands playing with her perky breasts, but all she feels below is... wriggling. "Fuck it isn't working."

"Come on, sit up, like you would on a cock, you do know where a cock is right?"

"Of course." Jiwoo plants herself right on Asa's hipline before seeing Asa's smirk and scooching herself down a little, leaving a trail of her slick on Asa.

"Now grab my knees, and push them towards me." Asa lets Jiwoo figure it out, keeping her thighs spread as a hint, and Jiwoo gets it half right, hands pressed on the back of Asa's knees. "You need to come closer." Asa takes said hands and pulls them towards her, letting Jiwoo's elbows hook her own knees. "Familiar?"

"Y-Yeah." It's a little foreign to be on top, but between Asa looking cute underneath her and her own yet-to-be-satisfied needs she's just waiting for the touch she needs to get started. "Now what?" She lets herself be led.

"Now drop your hips lower and keep pushing on my knees. You won't hurt me, so push." Jiwoo does as she's told, and at a certain point Asa's hips roll up, and both of them gasp at the sensation, lower lips brushing against one another. Awkwardly Jiwoo bucks down into Asa, but the friction is fleeting, just enough to tease Jiwoo but not enough to get her off, and Asa finally gives in. "You don't remember how I do it at all do you?"

"What? Isn't this how you did it?" Truth be told Jiwoo often felt too good when she was the one on her back, and she barely paid attention to what Asa was doing, as long as it made her cum, which was always. Asa straightens her legs, slipping one between Jiwoo's.

"Come on, hold the other leg." Asa rests it on Jiwoo's shoulder and twists her hips, giving Jiwoo much easier access to her pussy. "Now grind." Asa smirks as Jiwoo's mouth drops open, discovering how to properly fuck another girl for the first time. "That's it, good girl." Jiwoo can only manage a whine, already not paying attention to Asa and chasing the pleasure coursing through her. Asa begins to help her along, bucking against her, the two of them scissoring like a well-slicked machine, which Jiwoo is providing in abundance. Her breaths are short as her hair and getting shorter by the moment, but she's gasping and flagging, beginning to run out of energy, so Asa takes matters into her own fingers.

Jiwoo doesn't even notice Asa leaning forward until too late, grabbing her by the hips with one hand and shoving two fingers deep into her pulsing core. Roughly she shoves her fingers back and forth. It hits Jiwoo all at once, and a primal grunt is all she can let out before she gushes.

"Huh— Nnghk!" Warm juice squirts out of Jiwoo violently, and it's directed right at Asa's own swollen lips. It catches Asa by surprise, like a showerhead pointed at her pussy suddenly turned on, and the "water" pressure is enough to trigger Asa's own climax, her thighs suddenly tightly shut and belly taut, a delightful moan on her lips as she feels Jiwoo continue to spray against her own twitching lips.

"Oh god, oh my god..." When Jiwoo's done she slumps on the bed, thighs soaked with slick, body burning from actively scissoring Asa for the first time. She feels her body being dragged down the bed, back towards Asa, and she whimpers when something hot is against her pussy again—Asa's own core. Asa gives it one good grind before pulling herself up and over Jiwoo.

"You did good."

"Did you cum?"

"Mmhmm, you were very hot." Asa kisses Jiwoo hard. "So hot I want to see it again." Asa shows Jiwoo how it's properly done, and this time Jiwoo watches her intently, eyes glued to the way Asa's belly piercing twinkles in the dim light as she moves back and forth on top of her. Asa leans forward, getting Jiwoo to twist her hips and lift her legs slightly—now she's being fucked sideways, feeling their combined juices flow on to her thigh, lewd tang sticky on her skin.

"Asa... Oh my god." Jiwoo hooks her slim waist with her knee, urging Asa to grind faster, she's so close again! The little whine she lets out when Asa stops is utterly devastating, and Asa wanted nothing more to give Jiwoo what she wants. She slides down the bed, planting herself in a familiar spot—right between Jiwoo's legs.

"Hnngh!" Two fingers are shoved unceremoniously into Jiwoo, and Asa begins moving them up and down, as if doing a specific movement about two specific digits, strumming against her g-spot. She licks and sucks on Jiwoo's Swollen Little Intimate Tip, her clit engorged and eager for attention. Jiwoo's already tensing, ready to explode, and Asa tries something new, pressing a thumb into Jiwoo's Significantly Less Used Tunnel.

"Asa, oh Asa, As— AHHHH!" Jiwoo proceeds to lose her voice, her mind, and every argument she has with Asa going forward—Jiwoo would let her win every argument if Asa can make her cum like this! Down between her legs Asa's ears are ringing from Jiwoo's scream, no doubt piercing through the entire hotel. The thought of the headline, "Babymonster Asa and Hearts2Hearts Jiwoo cause a noise complaint in a love hotel" gets Asa desperate to add to the noise complaint, and with a mouth full of and leaking Jiwoo's Lemon Tang she gets herself off, screaming into Jiwoo's muff as she rubs her own clit to a wet climax. Every gush from Jiwoo seems to trigger a spray from Asa, the sheets rapidly soaking in their pleasure.

When Asa gathers herself, all she can feel is two hands on her skull, dragging her up Jiwoo's twitching body. The two of them look at each other, and both of them are convinced they look more ruined than the other, and they try to make things equal, lips crushing against one another, sweat and juices be damned. They go one for one, matching angry red hickeys on their necks before the haze clears.

"That was fucking amazing." All Jiwoo can manage is a rasp, voice in tatters from her cry.

"I'll tell the stylist to give me gloves from now on."

*Bzzzz*

They both hear their phones buzzing, it was time to go.

"Asa?"

"Hm?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"Me neither."

"Let's just lie a little longer then." Asa allows herself to get cuddled for once—Jiwoo's hand running through her hair was kinda nice.

The two of them finally stagger out of the love hotel, no doubt reeking of sex, a patch on their necks barely hiding what they were up to.

"What are you going to tell the members?" The usual question they ask each other.

"Just some guy I met." The usual answer.

"They're gonna ask 'Is he an idol?'" The usual follow-up.

"Maybe." The usual follow-up answer.

"See you next week?"

"Mmhmm."

And no one's the wiser.

Chapter One September, 1990, Los Angeles

“Can somebody get me some coffee, please? I’m exhausted,” I ease down into the make up and hair chair under the tent set up outside, near the pool, sliding my chanel sunglasses off as I sigh. I’m bare faced, in a matching pink juicy couture set, feeling a little hung over from the party the night before. 

A nearby intern hurries away, returning a few minutes later with my usual order. An americano with low fat creamer, sweetened with brown sugar. “Thank you, baby,” I coo, patting the guy’s cheek, who can’t be all that much younger than me.

He flushes deep red, blurting: “anything for you, Gabrielle.” My brows raise, and his eyes flare wide. He bolts seconds later, shaking his head, and my make up artist, Liv, laughs softly as she gets set up.

“You gotta stop teasing those boys, G,” She says as she pins the shorter parts of my hair away from my face, then gets to work, moisturising my skin. “They’re obsessed with you,” she smirks as I try not to laugh too. 

“I think it's sweet,” I murmur, sipping my coffee and close my eyes, allowing my make up to be done: thick winged eye liner, long lashes, and a bold lip. I barely finish half my coffee before my actual assistant rocks up, hair thrown up, big shades on, practically green from the hangover. She swaps out my hot brew for green juice, muttering something about vital nutrients, before she disappears inside the main house again, hand pressed to her mouth.

It’s five in the morning, with the sun just about coming up over the rolling hills and vineyards surrounding the secluded property. My malibu estate bustles with crew and equipment, all moving around, getting the set for my latest interview-skit ready.

This little show for the playboy channel is something i’ve been doing as a side thing to my major projects, like the movies and modelling, for a while. It started as a joke, I’d dress up in sexy outfits, ask male celebrities stupid questions. But it took off after the first episode, and a lot of big names ended up reaching out to Hugh, asking to be on it. 

Over the last three years I've had rock stars, sports icons, rappers, politicians, A-list actors. Even a foreign prince once. MTV now airs a lot of the episodes, so i’ve had to tone down the nature of the questions, of course. But it's still pretty fun. 

I have my guests come to the estate, bring their teams or whatever, submit their approved questions for review. It was very professional now, very organised and tame. Or rather, tamer than it was. Hugh had originally let me do it as a fun passion project, but since it brought in so much revenue, he’d wanted me to take it more seriously. And not ask the guests how big they were on screen.

I’m ready by the time my guest arrives. Dressed in a mini, warm pink chanel dress that has the logos delicately printed across the soft fabric. It’s short sleeved with a cute folded collar, buttons open at the front, so I can show off my cleavage. My heels are thin, slip on, with adorable little bows over the toes. Liv has pinned my hair up, with a few wisps framing my face, and i’m just having an frilly apron tied around my waist when one of the interns hurries over and whispers to us: 

“He’s here.”

The crew settles into a strange quiet, anticipating my guest arrival. I fix my hair and step out into the early morning sun where my hired photographer is already snapping pictures, capturing the behind the scenes for the magazine.

He arrives with a full secutity team, and a very small entourage. My brows quirk as I take him in, smiling at all my crew, introducing himself to those confident enough to go up to him and shake his hand. I’d expected him to turn up in some extravagant outfit, but he’s just in a white button down shirt, slim black pants. White socks and black loafers.

“Michael,” I say, walking over to him, kitten heels clicking against the terracotta tiles lining the outdoor area. His head turns in my direction, and he stands up a little straighter, adjusting his shades, but not taking them off. “You’re right on time,” I smile, sticking out my hand for him to shake. 

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” he says, gently taking hold of my hand and leaning down to kiss the back of it. My photographer snaps a few pictures from nearby, camera shutter clicking rapidly. “The property is beautiful,” he adds in that famous soft voice as he rights himself, tucking his hands back into his pockets. 

I hum, glancing proudly towards the spanish style main house that Hugh had bought for me about a year ago. The exterior is painted in soft pink with dark wood detailing around the doors,windows and veranda. We’re surrounded by exotic foliage and a lot of roses and other flowers, it really is very beautiful. Like my own personal sanctuary in the middle of Malibu.

“Thank you, that’s kind,” I purr, looking back to him and giving him a slow once over as everyone gets back to work in the background. 

Michael’s a little taller than I expected him to be. With my little heels on, my eyeline brushes his chin. His dark curls are half tied back, with a few pieces framing his face. He’s very handsome. Broad shoulders. Rich brown skin. Great smile. His cologne wafts gently on the breeze, and I breathe in discreetly. It’s an intoxicating woody-amber scent, suits him. 

“Shall we get started then?” I ask, fixing him with a stare. He just nods, having just patiently waited whilst I’d sized him up.

Within half an hour we’re set up in front of the cameras in the summer house’s kitchen. Big lights pointed at us, crew standing behind the scenes, ear pieces in. “and…. rolling.” The snapper claps, and I get to work.

“Hi darlings, I’m Gabrielle Almasi, and welcome back to my little show,” I say, looking deep into the camera lens, coy smile on my lips. I pause as the sultry theme music plays for about four seconds. “I’m very excited to be here today with a very special guest, the King of Pop himself, Mr Michael Jackson.” 

I bite my lip and grin, clapping softly, as the camera pans to Michael who’s stood to my right, an apron over his casual clothes that says Kiss the Cook, dark shades still on. He smiles, showing teeth and lifts a hand to the camera in a simple wave. 

“Isn’t he just delicious?" I smirk, grazing a hand over his shoulder as the camera shifts back, putting us both in frame. He chuckles softly. “Speaking of delicious things, today we’re going to be doing one of my favourite things to do with a gorgeous man in the kitchen…” I lift the plate of premade chocolate chip cookies. “…a little bit of baking.”

Michael huffs, biting his lip as he smiles more. There’s soft laughter as I give a dramatic wink. 

“—and cut!” my director calls. I put the plate back down, sending a brief glance towards Michael to see how he’s handling this so far. He’s still smiling, looking amused, and itches the bridge of his nose, licking his lips. “Perfect as always Gabrielle, ready to roll for the next part?” The director asks me, but it’s mostly for the crew and Michael to hear.

“Whenever you’re ready," I say softly. 

The crew kicks into action to prep for the next take, getting out the ingridients, and setting it up on the counter as my make up and hair gets touched up. In the corner of my eye, I notice Michael looking my way.

He’s a few metres away, with one of his team is checking in with him, murmuring softly. His head is turned in my direction, and even with those shades on, I know he's looking at me, scanning me, or perhaps sizing me up, like I did to him earlier. 

I don’t meet his gaze, and instead mind my own business until we’re ready to shoot again. 

When the cameras begin rolling, I start talking through what we’re going to be making. “See I don’t know about you girls at home, but I like making my cookies just how I like my men,” I say, adding some of the dry ingridients together.

“and how’s that?” Michael asks, large hands resting on the counter, watching me.

“Rich and dark.” I peak at the camera with an innocent smile as Michael chuckles, “So today we’re going to be adding extra brown sugar, cocoa powder, and a lot of yummy chocolate chips.” 

We get started on actually making the cookies, and I set my attention, inbetween giving instructions, to asking Michael questions. “So Mikey— is it okay if I call you Mikey?” I ask.

“Call me whatever you want.”

I giggle softly, “okay,” I glance at him as I pass him the melted butter and sugar to mix, "are you an eater?” 

His brows raise over his sunglasses, “Pardon?”

“Because we’re making a lot of batter, honey. So I want to know if you’re a good eater.” I smile, speaking softly.

He bites his lip as he grins, “I’ll eat as much as you want me to,” he says softly, mixing the batter well. 

I grin, “you know, I love it when a man has a great appetite.” I toss some hair way from my face as I return to looking at the camera to briefly give more instructions. Michael grins handsomely. “So, handsome, you’re mid tour,” I continue, and he hums, nodding, still mixing after I add in some dry ingredients. I ask him how it’s going, and he answers, talking through the rehearsals, excited fans and the long hours. I like his voice, how gentle it is.

“Your stamina must be amazing, all that singing and dancing… how long do you think you can last?” I eye him through my lashes. This is part of the skit. The flirting, the looks. 

“As long as the show needs me to.”

“Wow,” I muse, impressed, “So it varies? Whatever the show needs, you can do?”

“I like to keep my girls happy.” He looks to me from the mixing bowl, and I feel his gaze warm my face even from behind his shades.

I grin at that. "And you don’t take any stimulants to help with that?”

“No, never.” 

“So it’s all you, all natural…all night long.”

“You could say that,” he grins, looking as if he’s trying not to laugh.

I give him a slow once over. “You must keep your girlfriend very happy.”

“Actually, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, so, not yet,” I say lightly, he just smiles. “But you’re on the hunt for one? Or maybe just want to play around for a bit?” I flirt, sidling closer to him. He just licks his lips, smiling wider, playing coy. “So mysterious,” I murmur playfully, scrunching my nose a little. “you wanna have a drink later?” I reach over and play with one of his curls close to his ear, softening my voice. “I’d love to put that stamina to the test.” 

Michael’s amused, just grinning like an idiot. “Whatever you need, just let me know.”

I huff out a gentle laugh, biting my lip as I watch his mouth. “Such a gentleman,” I smirk, then I abruptly turn back to the cameras to instruct on what to do next, keeping my hand on him, curl still twirled around my finger.

We continue filming, spending the day moving between takes, getting some good B-Roll. Close ups of Michael mixing the batter or plating the cookies, of me licking the dough off the spoon, or feeding him chocolate chip pieces as we chat pretty naturally about his work, inspiration, how he manages his time, creativity. I sneak in questions about his love life, asking how he plans on maintaining a woman when he’s so busy. All he says is he’ll make time. 

We spend the rest of the afternoon posing for some shots to use in the editorial version of the ‘interview’ once the skit-filming is finished. Since this really wasn’t hard hitting journalism, more for mutual publicity, and a little bit of fun, the shots are just silly, and teter on the edge of soft-core.

There are shots of me bent over to put the cookies in the oven, Michael behind me, the picture taken from just over his shoulder, as he’s watching my ass. There’s one of us holding eye contact after I convinced him to take off his shades, and i’m sucking cookie dough off my fingertip, flour smeared on both our faces. Surprisingly, staring into his eyes as we took pictures for that one was easy. And I don’t usually like eye contact, even if I can do it.

Then there’s one of me perched on the counter, legs spread, and it’s taken from behind so you can’t see Michael whose hidden in front of me. All the camera can see is his hands braced on the counter, either side of my hips. I have my head turned to the side, and i’m taking a bite of a freshly baked cookie, winking at the camera. I already know that’s going to be the cover. 

He’s done well, considering after six and a half hours of filming and me flirting, usually my guests would’ve been unable to stop themselves making little suggestive comments between takes, or offering me an absurb amounts of money ‘just for a taste’…

But Michael has been nothing but respectful, keeping his hands to himself, conversation polite. He has not touched me once. And even though he’s a little flirtatious, it's more playful, than predatory. He’s nothing if not a professional, easy to talk to… easy to instruct. We’ve spent the whole day together, and at no point have I had to swat his hand off my ass, put intentional distance between us, or give my security the look. 

To be honest, him not really being a creep just made me flirt with him a little harder than I was meant to. Playing with his hair, staring into his eyes. Touching his arm, laughing at his jokes. Before I knew it the day was over, and I hadn’t noticed the hours pass. 

When all is finished, I offer to walk him out— both my security detail and his following us quietly. We walk up the winding path through the gardens to the main house’s courtyard, where all the vans and cars are parked. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” Michael says, hands in his pockets. I glance up at him, having slid my heels off a few minutes ago, and am now just walking bare foot, not really caring how it comes across. “Thank you for having me at your home.”

“You’re welcome,” I smile, though it’s not as if I invited him personally. I just get told who wants to come on the show, they turn up, I do my job, and we all go home after. “You did great. And this will probably be my most popular one yet.” 

He’s kept his shades off since I asked him to remove them earlier, and I’m slowly starting to realise why he had them on in the first place. His gaze is very intense, and he doesn’t blink much.  Despite that soft voice, his whole energy is completely different with them off. It’s very direct, a little… overwhelming. He likes to stare, and I think the shades help him to not have to explain himself. 

Like now, as I look up the path, towards the stone archway that will take us through a walkway, and to the courtyard, he’s watching me. My skin tingles everywhere he looks, not necesarily disliking it, but I have yet to decide whether or not I do, fully. 

“I’d like to take you out this weekend,” he then says softly, that gentle voice brushing over my skin like velvet.

“I’m busy,” I say flatly, reacting on autopilot. “I'm sorry.” I take my hair down, slipping the pins out since they’ve been pinching since the late morning and brush my fingers through my locks as it tumbles down my back, capturing Michael’s gaze for a few seconds.

Unfazed, he asks, “and after?” His walk slows until he stops in the shade just under the stone walkway that connects two parts of my mansion together. I stop with him, and stare up at him, wondering for a long second if he might’ve thought me flirting with him today was one hundred percent real.

He seemed to handle it so well, I almost thought that I might’ve not been his type. Though it’s not really known what kind of woman he likes to date, since he’s never made that part of his life public knowledge.

But as I stare at him for a few seconds longer, I see confirmation. The flirting did affect him. His pupils are blown, and I can see he’s made up his mind about what he wants from me. He has yet to blink and it’s been about ten seconds. 

Instead of feeling the usual repulsion at a man asking me out, my body’s hums. Intrigued, just a little bit.

“Hm,” Is the light noise I initially make. I take another second, giving him a once over. Instead of saying an outright no, like I usually do, I say on another sigh: “You’ll have to ask my assistant. She’s in charge of me most days.”

He nods, “okay,” he replies with an easy smile. I brace for him to seek physical contact in the form of a hug or a kiss on the cheek, but instead he just says goodbye, politely thanking me again. 

I watch him leave with his entourage, my head still tilted as I narrow my eyes a little bit with confusion…

The very next day a truck full of flowers arrives in the late afternoon. Hugh and his wife have come over for dinner, wanting to watch the raw footage of Michael and I’s interview-skit on the projector screen in the cinema room, when my housekeeper comes in to say a large delivery has arrived for me. 

We all walk out to the couryard to see what it is, and I place my hands on my hips, expression flattening as I watch delivery guys unloading several very large bouquets of cherry red roses to bring them into the house. 

“Well, would you look at that,” Hugh chuckles, standing by me as three more bouquets come out of the van. “More gifts!”

“Looks like you made quite the impression… again” Kimberley, Hugh’s wife, smirks, nudging me with her elbow. “Who’s this all from, then?”

“Michael,”  I don’t even have to look at the card my housekeeper, Susan, has just handed me to know. He’d already had his people call my assistant, who’d then called me to ask how she should turn him down. ‘Should I just ignore this, or should I send a formal statement?’ she’d wondered. 

I’d asked her to give me a couple days to think about it. But then these arrived, and now there were seven big bouquets of roses in my foyer, staring at me. 

My housekeeper sighs. “Should we throw them away now, or later?” she asks, looking like she’s ready to get to work and wrangle some of the other staff to help out.

I glance down at the handwritten note. The message is simple:

‘7 bouquets for 7 hours. I look forward to our date — Michael.’

“Miss Grabielle? Would you like me to throw them away?” Susan asks. “Or return them?”

“No… neither.” I say, folding the note and slipping it into my back pocket. I don’t know what to think of it yet. “Decorate the house with them, or take some home. I don’t want them to go to waste.” 

There’s a brief silence, but I don’t acknowledge it from anyone. Not Susan. Not Hugh. Or his wife, Kim.

“Should we continue with the screening?” I say, already walking back to the cinema room, ignoring the light bubble that’s just formed in my chest. 

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ok girlies, this is going to be a less smutty, more angst, more steam, more tension kind of fic! I'm trying something a little more romantic, glamourous and dramatic! I love Gabby's very dark feminine stoic vibe, she's going to be one of the more serious fmc's that i've written :) I'm so excited to explore herrrrrr

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"what you mean quit, kento?" you asked, hand on your hip as your jewelry rang out into your quiet, cramped, apartment. "i need this job, i can't afford -"

nanami shushes you gently, pressing a hand against the curvature of your waist and hip, thumb brushing at the leopard print inked deep into your skin.

"come live with me." he suggests, "i'll take care of you."

you hesitate for a beat, blinking with surprise. then, you soften, shaking your head softly at your boyfriend. "kento... you know i can't do that. i mean, look at me," you gesture to your jewelry, hair and clothes. "it'll take a fortune for you to care for all this. even more with the dates we already have every other week."

oh yes, how could he forget? your bi-weekly dates, which he hasn't missed since the two of you started having them several months ago. which he wouldn't let you worry about a damn thing if it wasn't your outfit or hair. which he'll take recommendations, but'll be damned if you planned something outside of a nail appointment for yourself. and even then, he made sure you didn't have to worry about that much.

"i don't see why you're complaining," nanami says. "i already take care of your maintenance."

you shake your head playfully, bamboo earrings following the movement. stray hair from your weave gets caught on your thick lip gloss, and you pull it off with a sigh. "no you don't, silly."

nanami hums. "humor me, when exactly was the last time you planned your own nail, hair, makeup, lash, or any other appointment in the last..." he checks his phone. "seven... no, eight months, now."

pausing, you genuinely think for a minute. and that minute stretches into two. then three, four, and you roll your eyes to ignore the upcoming five minutes of silence.

"okay... maybe you have a point." you mutter, biting your inner cheek.

of course he had a point. it was unbeknownst to you that each date was planned conveniently within the time you typically need a refill or new set of nails, a new lash appointment, and roughly around the same time you'd want a new hair style. and for the really big dates, he always ensured you had a professional do your makeup the way you wanted it. of course he did.

that's what made marrying the man so damn easy.

he spoiled you rotten the next four months you spent living with him. if you thought you were spoiled before, being a housewife was the easiest, softest thing you've ever experienced.

you kept your nails done without fail. you no longer broke one from closing a file cabinet hard or got it stuck in random nooks and crannies you didn't realize existed.

your hair continued to be done, more frequently than you expected. with the amount of free time you had and money nanami refused to stop giving you you had an entire mall as a closet.

so, when he woke you up with breakfast in bed and a newly tailored animal print dress and a set of heels to match that you hadn't known were released yet, you didn't think anything of it.

rookie mistake.

that day, you two spent the entire afternoon and late night together. you didn't even notice the time passing - first you went to a duck park, then a cute pottery class before eventually going out to a reservation he made for the two of you.

to you, this was a normal day. whenever he had off-days or days where he knew for sure he wouldn't have to go out to deal with curses and wonders of the world you didn't involve yourself with, this was how many of your afternoons were spent.

and in all honesty, you didn't notice you two were getting so close to the waterline of kamakura until nanami lifted you by your knees and waist and onto a nearby chair, slipping off your heels carefully.

nanami held your heels until the two of you found a relatively empty spot on the beach. then, he stopped you, pointing out a little crab he knew you'd find adorable.

in the midst of you interacting with it, he found his way behind you before calling your name.

"yes, ken - oh my god." you cut yourself off, eyes widening as you stepped back carefully. your hands came to your face, heart giving itself palpitations as you looked down at him.

a beautiful wedding ring sat in a competitively beautiful box.

it was obvious he had it hand-made - your birth stone sat in the very middle, surrounded by white diamonds and small pieces of his own birth stone, a slightly thicker steel band keeping it all together.

"will you marry me, my love?" his words come out smooth as butter, with a confidence that can only belong to the man below you.

you're nodding before you can get a word out, legs failing you as you sink into the sand and into his now open arms. tears fall quietly as you nod incessantly, little chants of "yes, yes, yes" escaping your lips.

gojo wasn't surprised to hear the two of you had gotten married a little over a year after dating. in fact, he was proud.

"do you know how long it usually takes for that grouch to get outta his shell?" gojo groaned, unwrapping a chocolate-covered caramel drop. "it's like seeing a late bloomer finally peak."

a laugh escaped as nanami groaned, running a long-tired hand down his face. "that's enough, gojo."

gojo only laughed, waving nanami off. "don't be embarrassed, nanamin! you know, if it weren't for me, you probably wouldn't have found 'er!"

"i'm reconsidering my decision." nanami says stiffly.

you rest a hand on your now fiancée's shoulder, classic bangles ringing out while your nails curl around his shoulder. "now, now. he's only joking, ken."

gojo blinks at the two of you, pulling his dark glasses up into his hair to get an unnerving clear view. "y'know, you two are a very unconventional pair."

his eyes move between the man in a business suit and the woman at his side - you - who may or may not have a love-hate relationship with wearing full clothing and simple jewelry.

nanami stiffens evermore, turning to you. "i'll find someone else."

"ken!" you insist, pushing your boulder of a soon-to-be husband toward his peer. "the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can actually leave."

with a sigh, nanami steps forward begrudgingly, meeting gojo's curious gaze. "i'd like you to be my best man."

it's quiet for a beat, gojo blinking with a rather blank expression before an ear-piercing gasp rings out. "nanamin!"

nanami turns on his heel, facing you. "i'm getting a migraine."

the two of you wasted no time in planning and organizing a wedding. or, rather, nanami did. of course he did. it was a no-brainer to him; you tell him what you want, he makes it happen. and with gojo by his side, dates and venues were practically guaranteed. from the reception and invitations to the after-party and honeymoon vacation, all it took was a word, and nanami handled it.

"did you enjoy everything, my love?" nanami's voice comes strained as he thrusts his hips against yours.

your dress tailored and personally made to your taste, making it a true one of one piece was bunched around your hips, layered and fluffed to your definition of perfection as nanami's cock made it's own personal space between your walls.

and no, it certainly wasn't the first time you two have gotten intimate, but it'd be a lie to say all eight inches of nanami wasn't always something to get used to.

and you were sure you've only taken six thus far.

still, that doesn't matter to nanami - and of all times he could ask for your feedback, he chose to do so now.

"yes," you whine, head falling back against the sunked in pillow. "yes, yes - was perfect, ken!"

babbles fall from your mouth about how everything was exactly how you imagined it in the four months it took to plan. from the venue to the reservation, the theme and music and speeches.

everything was perfect.

nanami kisses your temple, no longer minding your bamboo earrings poking against his cheekbone. "i'm so glad to hear that, my perfect wife." he hums, moving to kiss your forehead while he thrusts another determined inch into your weeping cunt. "why don't you - fuck - why not tell me what you enjoyed most?"

your eyes roll, more from pleasure than attitude, very tip of his cock knocking against your sure-to-be bruised cervix.

instead, your hand comes up to press against his pec, tiny whines getting louder as his hips drive further up into you.