You are a famous music artist who decides to collab with Machine Gun Kelly.
What happens when you start developing feelings and sense chemistry with his Girlfriend?
Y/N is age: 21 and G!P
Megan is age: 35.
Y/n: I looked at the girl and smiled a little at her scary mum-like expression 'Well what do you want me to do because my mum pretty much has clocked on that there is something going on between us' I said and crossed my arms allowing myself to take a deep breath.
Megan: 'What, how? Surely they can't see anything between us I mean we just fucked right?' She said. Gut-wrenching. That's what it felt like...
Y/n: I turned around and looked into the mirror 'Just fucked? Is that how little you think of me? if so maybe this was a mistake whatever it was' I continued. The girl hummed and walked up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist.
Megan: 'What do you mean y/n?' The brunette asked. I licked my lips and turned around in her firm hold.
Y/n: 'Well I didn't just fuck you for the sake of it, you know? there was something between us unless I'm just imagining that as well' I confided in her, I never confide in anyone except my parents, what the fuck is going on?
Megan: 'No... There was something other than sexual tension, I felt it too' She muttered and glanced down at my lips then back up to my eyes locking them with her own
Y/n: 'Fuck. It's taking all my strength not to kiss you right now' I muttered as her face ghosted over mine only making it 10 times harder for me.
Megan: 'You want to kiss me?' she asked, I hummed and closed my eyes for a brief period then opened them again greeted with the same intense eye contact
Y/n: 'Yes I do' I whispered as her breath hit my chin 'but we cant' I continued my eyes rolling to the back of my head
Megan: 'This... Us... It feels so right' She muttered and traced my lower lip with her fingertip making my breathing hitch for a second.
Y/n: I bit down on my lip and placed my hands on the counter behind me 'Come on Meg, can you really imagine yourself with the famous playgirl Y/n, Blanchett for the rest of your life?' I stopped for a second 'I'm not built for you' I whispered feeling a twist in my already coiled stomach
'You need someone who doesn't have a cloud of rumours surrounding them at all times' I continued.
Megan: 'I think you're wrong, I think you're just saying this because the thought of falling for me scares you and you just want to push me away instead of acting on it' The brunette said. Hitting the nail right on the head.
My mum would love her so much. In fact, both my mums.
Y/n: I looked at the brunette and rolled my eyes snapping into a stupid decision 'Fuck Megan. Kiss me' I muttered. She collided our lips, our tongues crashing together, I moved my hands to her waist and pulled the girl further into me kissing her in a deeper motion.
Megan: The brunette pulled away from the kiss and tugged on my lower lip as she did it 'Listen to me y/n' she muttered. I hummed and opened my eyes.
Y/n: I began kissing down her throbbing neck reaching her collar bones and nipping at her skin softly 'trust me, I'm listening' I said against her skin making her moan a little and her breathes rapidly speed up...
Megan: 'I think, we should give this a try' She mumbled between whimpers, I smiled and looked up at her running my fingers through her long hair,
Y/n: 'How? How are we meant to give this a try when we are with other people?' I asked seeing her smile widen a little bit more
Megan: 'We can make this work, you don't love Bella the way you could me' she whispered and in turn moved to my neck placing wet kisses down it,
Y/n: 'But what about Colson?' I asked.
Megan: 'I don't know... I just know I want, no I need you in my life' she connected eyes with me '...romantically' the brunette continued. I smiled and bit my lip just watching her smile so wide
Y/n: 'Are you sure you want to sacrifice your rumour-free media presence and replace it with all the shit they say about me and the people I am dating?' I asked completely being honest. Because the media do that, especially with my parents who were always seen as the good girls in Hollywood...
The reporters always ask how I am so polar opposite.
Megan: 'People you are dating, I thought it was just person' She said contradicting what I had just said, I chuckled and tilted my head at the girl
Y/n: 'Nah, I've never in my life had a monogamous relationship' I said resulting in her looking at me with wide eyes,
Megan: 'You've never been with just one person at any time?' she asked. I could hear my phone going crazy meaning people were either hating my new songs or loving them. Hopefully the second one
Y/n: I traced the girl's facial features and ignored all the noise and commotion outside at the party 'No, but ill make an exception for you, even if you aren't going to break it off with Colson' i said making the girl look at me in awe, her light eyes and dark hair was the perfect combination to make me fall on my knees for this girl
Megan: 'Really?' she quizzed in her American accent,
I miss Australia. But if I was in Australia I would say the same about here...
Y/n: 'Yeah' I whispered and pulled her into me so her head was against my chest, I kissed her on the top of the head and hummed 'Don't make me regret my decision Fox' i said, making her look at me and bite her lip
Megan: 'Trust me, you're going to fall for me quicker than Natasha Romanoff did off Vormir' She said and burst out laughing, I smiled and tilted my head at the cute snort she does while laughing
Y/n: 'That would have to be pretty fast then' I spoke only making her laugh more. I love her laugh.
Megan: 'So...' She said once she had calmed down from her laughing fit '...When are you breaking it off with Bella and all your other hoes?' she asked jealousy laced in her voice,
Y/n: 'Bella tomorrow and ill just ghost all the others, they will get the message loud and clear'
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