emo band texts 2 // emo quartet au

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this was an actual problem ^

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friday
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feb 10th, 2023
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4:23 AM / 04:23
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I was peacefully sleeping, dreaming about Victoria Justice, when I was suddenly awakened by Mikey who was gently shaking me.

"What do you want?" I asked, yawning. I looked at my phone which was right in front of me. I turned it on and the time read, 4:23.

"Mikey."

"What."

"What could you possibly want at 4:30 in the morning?" I groaned.

"I'm really horny right now," he muttered.

I was silent for a moment.

"Mikey, I'm not in the mood."

Mikey started nibbling on my neck. "Mikey, you horny fuck, what are you doing?"

"Providing encouragement," he mumbled as he started to place rough kisses along my collarbone.

"Mikey, stop," I whined, biting my lip to keep from moaning. I tried shoving him off, but his arms were tightly wrapped around me. I felt his hands start to wander.

"MIKEY, YOU LITTLE SHIT," I hissed, "We are NOT having sex at 4:30 in the fucking morning."

"Please," Mikey whined.

I grumbled a string of profanities. "I fucking hate you," I mumbled as I turned around to face him.

I mentally sighed, grabbing his jaw and bringing his lips back up to mine.

"You're such a fucking prick, you know that?" I mumbled as he smiled through the kiss.

"Fuck you too," Mikey muttered, lips traveling down my neck as he bit down on my collarbone, causing me to lightly gasp.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing.

"..."

"..."

"Hold on a second," I sighed, grabbing my phone.

"What the fuck do you want, Mai?!"

"Uhh, so Alex told me to call you because I asked her where the lightly salted Lay's are and she doesn't know."

"What the fuck— HoW aM i SuPpOsEd To KnOw!1?2!1?21"

"i DoN't FuCkInG kNoW!1!1!2!1!"

"bYe YoU fUcKiNg RaT!1!21!2"

"bUt-"

I hung up the phone even though Mai was still talking, because Mai is a little shit.

"Uhhh..."

"Anyways..."

"So can we—"

"Whatever, pretty boy," I pulled him on top of me as he chuckled, "pretty boy?"

"Fuck you."

"Whatever you say," he smirked, leaving opened mouthed kisses down my neck.

Once he reached just above my collar bone, he detached his lips from my skin and pulled on my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled it off of me, throwing to the side, bra following next. His lips quickly went back to my flesh, creating more and more bruises down one of my breasts and my stomach.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mikey, just fuck me already," I muttered as I felt his lips smirk against my skin, revelling in how I squirm beneath him.

"But Mikey, I'm not gonna have sex with you at 4:30 in the morning!" He mocked as he shoved off his joggers, along with his boxers.

"Shut the fuck up, Michael," I retorted, pulling off my leggings, underwear following suit.

"How many times in the past seventeen years have I told you, do. Not. Call. Me. Michael?"

"I don't know, I don't pay any attention to you," I shrugged, earning a response of him rolling his eyes at me.

"Shut up," Mikey muttered, positioning himself above me.

"No thANKS," I gasped as he quickly pushed into me.

"Shit, did I hurt you?" He worriedly asked.

"No, no, it's alright," I muttered.

He continued to thrust into me as I screamed out in pleasure, Mikey revelling at the sight.

He pulled his lips down to mine, swallowing my moans as he sped up.

"F—fuck, Mikey! Faster!" I groaned as he did so.

My mind went blank as he fucked me, all I can hear and smell and see is him.

The melon scented body wash he uses, that I'm pretty sure he might've stolen from Gerard, the strangled breathing coming from his kiss-slick lips, the sweat soaked skin beneath my fingertips. Everything around me was Mikey and that coil in my abdomen twists tighter and tighter with each thrust he gave.

Mikey groaned, eyes screwed shut and I knew he was close, rhythm getting a bit quicker, a little sloppy, and his lips seemingly drew to mine out of desperation.

"Mikey," I whined, "I'm gonna—"

"I know, princess," Mikey breathed into my ear, a tone of amusement, almost.

I pulled his lips back to mine, tightening around him as I came apart.

My skin flushed as I grasped at Mikey, arching off the bed. He broke the heated kiss to moan brokenly, pulling out and collapsing next to me on the bed.

His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, but his smile was wide and his cheeks were flushed.

Goddamn, I love this loser.

"Hey," I breathed out, cuddling up to him and laying my head on his chest.

"Hey, princess," he said, gasping for air.

"I love you, Mikey," I hummed as he squeezed me tight.

"I love you too, Princess."

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luna
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I should've stayed at Mika's place for the night. I really hate that Mikey and (Y/N) boning was the first thing I heard when I walked through that door.

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"Causing me to lightly salt my Lay's potato chips."
-Mai

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Here's a small noncanon thing:

"Fuck you too," Mikey muttered, lips traveling down my neck as he bit down on my collarbone, causing me to lightly salt my Lay's potato chips.

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