Tabloid Junkie
α΄α΄ΙͺΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’: Johnny Cage x m!reader
κ±α΄α΄α΄α΄ΚΚ/α΄κ±α΄: "Ain't this a nice surprise" with Johnny Cage x male reader who is also a popular movie star. He's also cocky like Johnny and there's always been a kind of rivalry between them as they're both heartthrobs and stars. The reader is also part of the tournament and being on the same team as Johnny brings out their rivalry a bit more, but in the end they realize they love the whole "fighting each other" and getting into... heatedπ arguments [based on the song Tabloid Junkie by Michael Jackson]
α΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ΙͺΙ΄Ι’κ±: 18+ KONTENT, top!Johnny, dom!Johnny, anal sex, swearing, rough sex, spanking, choking, oral sex, feltching,
18+ α΄Ι΄ΚΚ, α΄Κα΄/Ι΄ΚΚα΄.
"In the news today, from the strange and weird fact file, this beloved actor and heartthrob and the world's most eligible bachelor has gotten into yet another public feud with co-star and fellow Hollywood heartthrob Johnny Cage.
Sources close to the two suggest that it's over creative differences as they film the much anticipated horror film Goliath, about a giant, man-eating arachnid.
The film is due for release in October of this year, and critics are already praising the two leading men despite their off-screen battles.
No one close to either actor has publicly commented on the feud, but fans speculate that it stems from a clash of personality and the difference between ego and self-importance.
But what we can say is that both actors are expected to work together again later this year, as they team up to star in the gangster epic written and directed by Skorsese."
You rolled your eyes, turning the radio off as you looked around; Kenshi, Kung Lao and Raiden were talking about the upcoming Tournament with Liu Kang. Your arch nemesis was nowhere to be found, thankfully, for once; Johnny usually hung around the Academy like a bad smell when it was time for training, always keen to show off and act like he was the best of the best until you kicked his ass.Β
The two of you had never gotten along, and the tabloids always managed to sniff out a story when you had to work together, but training for the Tournament always made things worse; a constant need to bicker and fight and squabble with each other until Liu Kang or Raiden were forced to intervene whilst Kenshi and Kung Lao placed bets.
Kenshi always put his money on you, and you knew he made quite a pretty penny.Β Β
Your entire career had mostly been dealing with the media trying to break you; they tried to turn you into a fetish object, into a villain, into anything and everything that they could just because they could.Β
They couldn't do the same to straight actors, so they did it to you instead; it didn't help that you and their beloved Johnny Cage were constantly at each other's throats either, there was always a scoop when it came to the two of you working together. Some chalked it down to him being on Team Steven, whilst you were often on Team Martin.
But lies and rumours like that always circulated best; if they could get a scoop to say that you were an obnoxious, bratty, self centred star, they would run with it even if it wasn't true. They put out stories saying that you had too big of an ego that made you difficult to work with, or that you were always changing things in the script to make things suited to yourself.Β
They assassinated your character as often as possible, and the Tournament had given you a rather mostly pleasant break from it; sure you still had to put up with Johnny, but at least there weren't paparazzi screaming at you for smoking whilst looking a little bit tired. Or newspaper outlets putting out an article saying that you were pushing an agenda. It was a little bit of a break, it was enough of a break.
The only person who did hound you whilst you were there was Johnny; he was always trying to one up you and to prove something. He was always sniffing around and hot on your tail, like a constant mosquito buzzing in your ear that you couldn't seen to shake. It would have made you hysterical, if you didn't have more important things to worry about than the opinions of a dumb, egotistical, stupidly handsome, stupidly charming, annoyance.Β
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You were lounging with Kenshi one morning between sessions, talking to him about conspiracies and how you knew that the JFK assassination was done because he had exposed the CIA and what they wanted to do; he asked about how you really thought about Johnny, and you swallowed hard as you shook your head.
"I don't feel anything for him," you said as you tried to focus on your words more than usual. "He's my rival, and he's unfortunately my co-star. That's it."
Kenshi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he hummed. "There's been a rumour going around lately, that you're growing soft on him."
You scoffed, shaking your head as you reached for your drink and took a long, loud, gulp. "Oh please. Johnny's way beneath my league."
"I don't know," he replied, "you're both Hollywood royalty, both cocky and arrogant. Only difference is that you're not selfish."
"Exactly," you muttered. "I'm nothing like him."
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But whilst you and Kenshi were talking up a storm over by the water fountains, the sun was shining kindly as Johnny watched Kung Lao try and perfect his hat throwing; the two of them had become good friends, and Kung Lao had even trained a few of Johnny's stunt teams that he had worked with and come up against on screen. But then Kung Lao paused, turned to him, and quietly asked if the rumours were true.
"What rumours?" Johnny scoffed.
"About you being sweet on your fellow Hollywood heartthrob," Kung Lao shrugged. "A lot of the monks were saying it."
"It's slander," Johnny growled out. "They're bored and we're unfortunately a good soap opera. But I'd never be sweet on him. He's so... blegh."
Kung Lao slowly raised a brow. "Blegh?"
"He's got this stupid way of laughing," Johnny explained, "it's like he barks it out. He snores and talks in his sleep when he's really tired and he's got this stupid smile that's so stupid it lights up a room. He's blegh."
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But even after you and Johnny had put things to rest, the rumours had persisted; you were both reaching breaking point, until you were chosen to spar against each other. It was quiet, and you were quick to put him on his back, growling out why the fuck he was talking about you behind your back. Who the fuck he thought he was to be spreading those types of rumours about you.
Johnny did the same, pinning you down the moment that he had an in, leaning down with his lips against your ear as he dropped his voice; you shivered, you pulled him closer without meaning to, he leaned in without meaning to.Β
He said it was your fault, you were the one spreading rumours and ruining his reputation. You were the one talking about him behind his back and spreading it.Β
You kicked him off, pinning him on his chest with his hands behind his back, asking him why he was feeding lies to everyone around you and trying to sabotage your career.
"Time out!" He hissed, and you let him go. "I'm not sabotaging your career. I'd never do that shit to another actor."
You squinted at him as you frowned. "And I'm not spreading that shit about you, so who the fuck is?"
"Why do we keep foolin' ourselves?" He asked. "We keep doing this shit until you leave me a black eye and walk away... don't you wanna stop?"
"Oh, fuck me-"
"I'm sure you'd like to, sweetheart," he scoffed. "But unfortunately for you, you're not my type."
You pushed him off, storming away with a funny feeling in your stomach; it felt the same way as when you had first seen that guy from the same country as you playing your favourite superhero. The one with all the gadgets and the soft brown eyes and the same surname as the football player; it was weird, it felt like you had picked up a magazine and read something that had changed your entire life.
You began to chew at your bottom lip, and when you saw that Kenshi and Kung Lao were watching the television and the trailer for the film you and Johnny were in, you asked them to turn it off; looking at him gave you a weird feeling, and you didn't like it one bit.
You figured that you were probably just tired, maybe you had been outside in the heat for too long, and retired to your room.
Had you been on a set, there was no doubt that they would have twisted it into you being difficult to work with and bratty; they would have gotten everyone to read all about it and devour it because it was just the hottest gossip that they needed to keep some stupid rumour going.Β
Johnny stayed there, though, lying on the grass staring up at the bright blue sky; he had an odd feeling in his chest that he didn't want to think about. It was the same thing as when he had read his first magazine about how he was the latest shining star on the walk of fame; he felt like it was the first time he had picked up a magazine and seen himself on the front page.
He put his hand on his stomach, and when he heard you asking Kung Lao and Kenshi to turn the small television off, he got up, just in time for you to slam the door in his face when he tried to catch up with you and find out what he had done wrong. His brows furrowed, and for the first time since he had read a bad review of one of his films, Johnny felt genuinely hurt, like someone had stabbed him in the chest.
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"Looks like someone's got a crush," Kung Lao scoffed with amusement and a soft hum as he gestured over to Johnny looking dejected and sad at your door, softly knocking and asking over and over if he could come in. "The gossip blogs would love this! I can see it now: Johnny Cage Falling For Co-star He Kept Fighting With."
Kenshi shook his head. "Leave him alone, Kung Lao. They'll settle things themselves."
"You're no fun, sometimes, Takahashi."
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Eventually, the door opened, and Johnny couldn't help the sigh of relief as he slowly nudged his way in, standing by the door the moment that you slammed it and hissed out a question, asking him what the fuck he wanted and who the fuck he thought he was for demanding you allow him into your personal space; Johnny had never seen you so pissed, and wasn't entirely sure if he was scared, turned on, or a little bit of a mix of both.Β
"I just wanted to talk," Johnny mumbled, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck and his nails digging in a little as he scratched at an itch that he didn't actually have. "Look, if I pushed things too far... I know we don't like each other and we don't exactly see eye to eye but..."
You rolled your eyes, busying yourself with chores that you didn't need to do, and he saw the way that your hands shook and how you kept doing it three times just to he sure it was done right. "You and your fucking ego, Cage. Not everything is about you, you know. Some shit isn't even anything near to do with you... not everything is you. As much as sometimes I fucking wish it was your fault."
"I really enjoy our whole rivalry thing we got," he admitted, folding his arms and leaning against the door as he sighed and shook his head. "I do. There's no one else I wanna argue with, but... can't we call it a truce? Just while we're here? You don't gotta like me, but I just, y'know, it'd be nice if we could be professional."
You glared at him, clenching your jaw tightly as you got in his face and squared up to him, squinting and furrowing your brows. "Professional? Like how you were so professional when you fucked up my big scene? Or like literally not even an hour ago, when you said I wasn't your type?"
Something clicked as he smiled. "That's what you're upset about?"
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" You growled. "I'm everyone's type."
Slowly, Johnny tugged you a little bit closer, his brown eyes settling to gaze at your mouth for a moment before he slowly drew his eyes up to meet yours, a small smile on his lips as he hummed ever so quietly. "Don't be upset, I was acting."
Just like that, your lips were on his as you tugged and pulled at his hair and his shirt, letting him take control and pin you against the door as he put one hand on your cock, the other at the side of your neck so that his thumb stroked your cheek and jaw. You bucked your hips, groaning softly as he palmed at your cock, slowly moving you with him across the room until he was laid back on the sofa with you on his lap.
You hated him so much, hated every single thing that he did and how his ego always came above everything else, but the way he started to rut his hips against you, letting you feel his cock as you ground down against him, you adored it as much as it made your head spin; every single little thought escaping you like a mouse from a cat, only able to focus on the way it all felt, and how fucking good it made you feel.
You pulled away, admiring how swollen and wet his lips were before you slowly pulled your shirt over your head and flung it across the room; Johnny's mouth was on you in an instant, one hand tugging and rolling your nipple on one side whilst his tongue flicked and his mouth pulled at the other side. Your head fell back, your jaw slack and mouth wide open as you laced a hand in his hair to keep him there, and you could feel his stupid fucking smile against your skin.
It didnβt seem right, that he would eagerly drown you in such little actions, in such gentleness and with such a kindness. You had done nothing but squabble and fight and bicker and hate each other, and yet, it didnβt seem to stop him from treating your body like the finest of glass, gentle caresses and sweet touches littering your skin as you quietly begged him not to stop.
Humping against him until you could not help it, and leaned down to press your head against his shoulder; rutting your hips against his, feeling his cock press against yours, as you groaned softly and gripped his shirt tightly.Β
The headlines would have had a field day with such a sight, with you in all your glory, humping against Johnny like you needed him so badly you couldnβt control yourself, and him, biting and sucking and licking at every inch of skin he could get his mouth on as if you were the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted.
Oh, they would have loved such a sight, plastering it all over every major news outlet and gossip column; you grunted under your breath, hands roaming down to his belt as you tugged at it, bared teeth as you glared at him.Β
βWell, go on,β he growled, a long and low sigh coming from his mouth as you keenly freed his cock and settled between his legs. Kitten licks and laps up his sheath, sucking on his balls, but right as you were about to skip to the good part, he grabbed your throat, and shook his head. βNuh-uh. Not yet, sweetheart.β
You settled yourself back on his lap, letting him pull the rest of your clothes down and chuck them across the room, his hands roaming every inch of your body that he could as his eyes went wide and a smile plastered across his face; all that time he had spent hating you and toying with you and slandering you, he never saw before just how good looking you were.Β
Just how you were his exact type, and how he had never seen anyone nearly as good looking as you before; he grunted softly, letting your teeth sink into the side of his neck as the flesh was sucked into your mouth.Β
Johnny knew exactly what words to use, exactly which ones would get under your skin and make you whimper when you caught his eye; desperation and a little bit of loathing mixed into your eyes so well that he never wanted it to go away.
Desperation and a little bit of hate, and the way you kissed him when he told you to behave, it was better than anything he had known before; the desperation culminating when he finally asked to fuck you. You were on him in an instant, steadying yourself as you felt his cock stretch your ass, hands on his chest as you panted softly, soon turning to whimpers begging him to move.Β
βSafe,β you were struggling for breath more than what you wanted to admit. βSafe-word.β
βShamone,β Johnny growled. βCβmon, baby, show me what you got.β
He was like a parasite, getting under your skin and slowly bucking his hips as you rutted against him, chasing the feeling of being so full and so cockdrunk that it was all you could muster; you hated him, he was worse than the parasites in black and white that would take pictures of you when you went out and hung around with your own friends just to cause gossip.
He was worse than them, but you were so desperate, and the way he fucked you felt all too natural and all too good that you couldnβt even bring yourself to hate the way he was doing it.Β
βThis isnβt for news,β he groaned out, grabbing your ass before letting his hands settle on your thighs, brows knitted together slightly as his mouth fell open and stayed open. βIs it?β
You shook your head, fingernails digging into the skin of his chest, the warmth of him against your balls, the way he pounded into you, fingernails digging into your thighs, teeth on the side of your neck and marking it, claiming it.Β
Your eyes rolled, little gasps leaving your mouth despite you trying to keep some semblance of self control; you were shaking as you begged him to fuck you and claim you as his.Β
You werenβt sure what was happening to you, why the man you hated above all else was suddenly driving you wild, suddenly every touch spent sparks flying down your spine, suddenly every syllable from his throat made you whimper and a little bit more desperate, a little bit more needy; you werenβt sure what had happened to put you into such a position, but you were certain that you did not want it to end.
The way his cock felt inside you was too good to be true, the way his tip pressed against your prostate and how your cock felt grinding against him, it felt natural, it felt better than anyone you had been with before.Β
He doubled down his efforts, rutting into you with such vigor that it made your eyes cross as your entire body jerked and bucked and jolted trying to keep up with him; his cock hammering into your ass enough to make you wonder if he was going to stretch it enough that it wouldnβt bounce back again.
Your thighs shaking as your moans of his name grew progressively louder and progressively more unintelligible. Sweat dripped from your skin as your throat went raw and hoarse, heart pounding harshly against your ribs as you clung to him and begged him not to stop, begged him to keep going.Β
Johnny wasnβt going to let up, fucking into you as hard and as fast as he could, pulling his legs up so that he could hit deeper and harder with every stroke of his cock, feeling your body shake and tremble as you desperately tried to keep up with him as much as you could; your mouth hung open, tongue lolling from your mouth as you dribbled and drooled over him, smearing it across his body as it mixed with sweat.
His little praises coming quicker and harder as he told you how good you looked taking his cock, how well you took it, what a good boy you were being for him letting him fuck you like that.Β
βCβmon, baby, why do we keep foolinβ ourselves?β Johnny groaned out, taking your throat in his hand and forcing you to look at him. βImagine what a power couple weβd be, you and me. And you could take my cock like this whenever you wanted, guilt free. You could be my perfect little pup, baby, takinβ my cock whenever you want, weβd be the kings of Hollywood.β
You shook your head, trying not to melt at the sensation of his finger pressed against your pulse, heart thudding against the pad as you ground your hips and moaned softly, not particularly caring about anything except how fucking good his cock felt. How much you fucking needed him to cum in you, how much you fucking liked it when he played rough with you.Β
βYou hate me,β you pointed out, still slowly grinding and fucking yourself on his cock as you felt heat course through your body from your arms to your legs and back up again, feeling so full and so stuffed with his cock that you didnβt want it to end, didnβt want to stop getting fucked like that. It was intoxicating, but what was worse was the fact that it felt all too natural, as if you were supposed to be there with him, as if something had pushed you both together that neither of you would ever really understand. βAnd I hate you.β
βJust because you read it in a magazine, see it on the screen, or read about it, doesnβt mean itβs true,β Johnny huffed out, taking the initiative and putting you on your back, leaning over you as he tugged you so that your ass was hanging from the edge of the sofa and he could see his cock bullying into you with every snap of his hips as he hummed. βFuck, you take my cock like such a champβ¦ looks so fuckinβ good wreckinβ your hole like that, shitβ¦β
Your eyes rolled back as your legs began to tremble, whimpering and whining and writhing as you tried to keep up and tried to stay as close to him as you could; your head tilted back, exposing all the marks that he had left littered across your skin, his hand finding its way to your pulse again, squeezing just enough for you to feel the pressure and choke on certain words but not silence you.
Your hands reached out for him, pulling him down as he rutted into you, filled you so good that you couldnβt even clench around him, his thick cock bullying you all too easily as you welcomed the sensation.Β
He leaned back, something sparking in his mind as he gave the side of your ass a stinging slap, making you yelp and beg for him to do it again and again until he was worried that you were going to get blisters across such beautiful, soft skin; he took your cock in his hand, pumping it in time with how he pistoned into you, watching you squirm and beg him not to stop. You had given in to him, and you knew it; every desire quenched and every fire watered as he touched and fucked you whilst you laid there, begging him to keep going. Begging the man you hated above anyone else in the world, to treat you like he loved you.Β
It was like something out of an awful film; two actors who hated each other, suddenly unable to keep their hands off of each other. Driving each other wild and trying to burn out the energy and the desire and the flames like it was disco; it was like every badly written porno and every badly written film that was not made for a gay audience, but fuck, if it didnβt feel good.
Having him touch you and fuck you like you were some kind of prized possession, like he was chasing your release just so he could brag about being the one to draw it out of you; it made your heart thump as you moaned his name loudly, trying to grab onto his forearms in hopes that it would simmer the desire down a little bit.Β
You were a dangerous one, Johnny couldnβt deny that, able to tear down his ego with your own so easily and then make him crumble even more just by calling his name with that half-pant half-moan sound that made him mumble your praises a little bit louder; Hollywoodβs most eligible bachelor, everybody wanted you, everybody wanted a piece of you and to know what it was like to be with you, but only Johnny had been given such a miraculous privilege, and he wasnβt about to let it go so easily.
He had read the headlines speculating about you, about what you wanted in a partner, and he couldnβt believe himself when he realised that he had had it all along.Β
The magazine photoshoots that you had done that he had teased you about, how his eyes had lingered on your bare stomach, your naked chest, your thighs and your mouth for a little bit too long for it to be comfortable for him; the magazine photoshoots where you had been laughing and smiling, and how they always made his chest feel a little bit tight.
His grip on you grew tighter, bruising the soft skin as he realised that you were more dangerous than he had given you credit for; you were a much more lethal predator than anyone had realised. Something a little more than an apex, something a little better than a keystone. You were driving him wild.Β
All those television interviews you had done, your gaze at the camera, how you knew exactly how to show off your best assets and you had the ego to go with it, fuck, he could hardly believe that you were beneath him, begging to be fucked like some kind of wild animal in rut; bucking and grinding your hips as you tried to chase it, the natural instincts and urges that made you human.
The natural need and desire to fuck and to breed mixing with the human need and desire to be close and for it to mean something other than just pure sex. But then you clenched around him, your anal walls clamping around his cock as you whimpered his name, and Johnny knew what was about to come.Β
Your tongue fell from your mouth, jaw wide open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your balls tightening as you felt the pit in your stomach and the familiar growl forming in the cavity of your chest. Your thighs were shaking, head pressed firmly into the sofa as you howled and, within an instant, felt your cum dribble and drip onto your stomach; Johnny paused, not sure if he wanted to keep going or to stop for just long enough to lap it up and spit it back into your mouth.
But then the smallest of whimpers left the back of your throat, and he had his answer as he braced himself against the back cushions and rutted into you with renewed vigor.Β
Johnny knew he wasnβt going to last long as he pounded into you as hard and as fast as his body would allow, grunting out your praises as he promised that he would breed you, he would make sure that everyone would be able to smell his cum from inside you and know that you were his, he would ruin you for every other man on the planet; you were breathless, struggling out that you didnβt want him to stop, that you wanted him to keep going until you were whimpering and whining and begging for him to ease up.Β
You had never felt so full before, never felt that fire in your chest before, and when you met his brown eyes, and he smiled at you, you hated it; you were supposed to hate him, you had always hated him, but for whatever reason, you didnβt feel it anymore.
You didnβt feel hate when you met his gaze, his stupid charming smile and felt the way he softly stroked your cheek as he told you that he was going to look after you, that he was going to do whatever he could to make up for how he had treated you before. You hated that you didnβt hate him anymore, that you hadnβt hated him for a long time and you couldnβt repress it anymore.Β
But then, the more you thought about it, the more that you realised you had never actually hated him as much as you said you did; he was your rival when it came to work, but outside of it, he was just an annoyance who you found endearing. Maybe you didnβt ever hate him, but you hated the way that he looked at you like he loved you, and that he fucked you like you meant something more to him than just a cum dump to release the tension.
You hated the softness in his eyes, the way he whispered your name when he kissed you, the way he seemed to know all the right buttons to push to make you shake and call his name.Β
But you could never be more than friends with him, if anything, it would cause a scandal that would ruin your career as much as his; you couldnβt bring that onto him, even though there was something about him that made you want to give him everything. You would have to keep things behind closed doors, and you wouldnβt do that to him; you shook your head, wondering why you were having such thoughts, but then he kissed you, and you knew exactly why.
You despised that you were thinking of such things, you despised the thought that there was something about him that made you want to give it to him. Something about him that made your heart both ache and pound at the same time.Β
The words he used when he praised you, the way that every syllable dripped with sincerity and was followed by a small little touch, a little question of if you wanted him to keep going; you hated what he was doing to you, you didnβt want it to stop. It felt so fucking good, it felt too fucking good, you just wished it was anyone else in the world making you feel such a thing, not Johnny fucking Cage.
A man you had sworn you would always hate and be glad when you were far away from him; but then he paused, grunting in your ear as he filled your ass until he could feel his cum drip down his cock before landing on the floor.Β
He was a parasite, he was a fucking parasite and you didnβt want him to infect anyone else, spent and catching your breath as you felt him pull out; he admired his work for a little while, before he gently laid you on your stomach, kissing your temple as he groaned softly.Β
βFuck, if I wasnβt sure you couldnβt take it, Iβd eat my cum out of your ass right now.β
βI can take it,β you told him, sighing heavily. βJust hurry up, the less time I have to spend with you, the better.β
Johnny hummed, getting behind you and licking a long stripe from your taint to your rim before he lapped at the puckered entrance, able to taste the mix of sweat and cum as he groaned softly against you, sending a jolt through your body that made you push back against him; he grinned, holding your ass with one hand before he let his tongue slip into you.
You shuddered, feeling his drool smear across you as he collected his cum onto his tongue, nibbling and biting at your cheeks between making sure that your hole was good and clean for him. The musky scent infected his nose and made him reluctant to ever stop.Β
Confident that he had gotten it all, he slowly and gently coaxed you onto your back, straddling your lap as he bent down and kissed you; you could feel it on your tongue, making you groan his name as you pulled him closer and closer in a vain attempt to be as tangled together as possible.
Tugging at his hair and his neck as you felt your head spin, pushing your hips up into him as your breath started to get shaky and you could feel the blood rushing all over again; you didnβt want it to end, didnβt want Johnny to go away, didnβt want him to pull himself away when his lungs begged him to.Β
Johnny hummed as he played with you, gently stroking your face and letting his hands roam over you as he admired every inch that he had never taken notice of before; every inch that he had seen in a magazine and had allowed himself to linger on for far too long, enjoying the fact that he had the real deal right underneath him.
Enjoying the fact that you were doing the exact same as your hands roamed over him, taking in every little bit that you could touch before your hands drifted between his legs, wrapping around his cock as you raised your brows with a soft, questioning, curious hum.Β
βYou canβt go for round two,β Johnny laughed softly, shaking his head. βYou got star power, baby, but not that much.β
You sighed, hating that you knew that he was right but refusing to admit it. βYouβre just worried you canβt keep up, Cage.β
He shook his head again, leaning down to softly nibble and suck at your neck as he purposefully rutted against you just to hear you moan softly. βWe should argue more often, yβknow, if weβre gonna end up like this.β
You hated that you were agreeing with him, you hated that you thought about asking him if he would be willing to argue in public but then love you behind closed doors; you hated it, but you were also glad of it. You wanted to be near him, wanting to feel him, wanted to hear his voice, and you hated yourself for it but you couldnβt stop yourself from thinking about it and from wanting it.Β
βUnfortunately, Cage,β you sighed, getting up and searching for your clothes. Leaving him on the sofa as you shook your head and did your best not to look. βI think you might be right about this one thing.β
βOh?β He was quick to get behind you, holding your hips and pulling you so that your back was flush to his chest, his lips against your ear as he hummed under his breath. βRun that by me again, sweetheart.β
You rolled your eyes, leaning into him and encouraging him when he dared to dip his hands down, almost touching you right where you wanted him to be. βI think youβre onto something. The whole, argue and then end up like this.β
βUh-huh,β he nodded. βAnd what about me taking you to dinner? Or out with me? We could tell the paparazzi that itβs on the orders of whatever director weβre working withβ¦ tell βem we gotta spend time togetherβ¦ get a little closerβ¦ so weβll stop arguing.β
βIβll think about it,β you hummed, breaking away and starting to dress yourself as you huffed. βMeet me back here before lights out.β
