It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.

"Jay! Wait!" Delia Olcay yells as she chases after him. She doesn't care that it's the middle of the night and she's wearing a skimpy band t-shirt and shorts; all she cares about is catching up to Jay1231 before he gets too far away from her. "Please, baby... you gotta hear me out." She keeps running, not even bothering to slow down or catch her breath. Her mind is racing with all the things she wants to say, but none of it seems like enough.

Finally, she reaches him, falling to her knees beside him on the swing set. "Jay... I'm sorry. I fucked up. That wasn't supposed to happen. She just... caught me off guard." She wraps her arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly. "I'm so stupid

"I know," Delia replies, hugging him tighter. "You have every right to be upset with me. I should've known better... I always thought Emilia was just a harmless fangirl." She shrugs helplessly, her grip on Jay1231 not lessening even slightly. "I don't know what her problem is, honestly. We've ignored her for so long... and I should have done something about it."

Delia looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of forgiveness. "Please don't hate me, Jay... I promise you, that was the last time. It was a mistake... and I swear I'll never let anything like that happen again," she pleads quietly.

Her heart almost skips a beat when he says that, relieved beyond words. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against his cheek. "I promise... I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again." Delia holds onto him tightly, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she breathes in his scent. She hates how much she needs this connection with him; it scares her sometimes, how desperate she can be for his attention and affection. But right now, all she can focus on is that he believes in her.

As the silence stretches between them, Delia finally finds the courage to speak up again: "Do you... do you wanna come back to my place? I know it's late, but I want you there with me." Her voice comes out shaky and raw, barely a whisper. She knows she shouldn

Delia looks up at him with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and relief. "Yeah... yeah, I am okay with that," she murmurs softly. "I want you to be there... please say yes." Her grip on his shoulder tightens as she waits for his answer. Part of her wants to tell him how much this means to her; how lonely she gets without him around, and how safe she feels when they're together. But another part of her worries that if she opens up too much, he might pull away again. So instead, she settles for a gentle squeeze and a hopeful smile.

"All right," Delia whispers, her voice almost inaudible. Her heart flutters with nervous excitement as she stands up, offering Jay1231 a hand to help him up as well. Once they're both on their feet, she takes his hand in hers and leads him back toward the venue where her car is parked. The walk seems longer now that they're together; every time they brush against each other, she feels it down to her core.

When they finally reach her car, Delia unlocks it with a click of her key fob and waits for Jay1231 to climb inside before sliding in behind the wheel herself. She's still wearing her band t-shirt, but she decides not to worry about changing into something more appropriate; all she wants is to be close to him.

As she starts the car and pulls out of the parking

Delia parks the car and shuts off the engine before turning to face Jay1231. She undoes her seatbelt slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from his. "We're here," she murmurs, leaning in close enough that he can feel the heat of her breath against his skin. Her lips brush lightly across his jaw before moving up to ghost over his earlobe; goosebumps immediately spring up on Jay1231's neck at her touch.

"Are you hungry?" Delia asks, her voice barely more than a whisper as she trails her fingers down the center of his chest and lower, hesitating only for a moment before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. She's always so brazen with him; sometimes it feels like she can't get enough of being close to him.

It's

Delia blinks up at him before letting out a soft sigh and pulling her hand away. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that. I just... I can't help myself." She drops her gaze, unable to meet his eyes any longer. "I shouldn't expect you to understand."

She unbuckles her seatbelt with shaking hands and climbs out of the car, moving around to open Jay1231's door before he can get out himself. As she waits for him on the other side of the car, she stares down at the pavement, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'll go get something to eat if you want," she mumbles, hardly able to meet his eyes anymore. "You... can stay here and rest or whatever."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with

Jay1231's words make her look up at him again, and she sees the sincerity in his eyes that tells her he means what he says. She squeezes his hand gently before releasing it and stepping forward to wrap her arms around him instead, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbles against his skin, "I just... I don't know how to do this." She holds him tightly, wishing she could apologize in some other way that didn't involve words or touches; something more sincere and heartfelt. But for now, all she can offer is the weight of her body pressed against his and the comfort of her warmth enveloping him.

"I just want you to know," she whispers after a moment, "that I do care about you... more than anything else in this world

When she feels his lips against hers, Delia lets out a shaky breath and melts into the kiss. It's tentative at first, but as he deepens it, her hands snake around his waist, holding him close. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she can feel the heat spreading through her body like wildfire. The only thing that matters now is the feeling of Jay1231 pressed against her; his lips on hers and their shared breath mingling together.

She lets out a soft moan into his mouth when he begins to nip at her lower lip, urging her to open wider for him. Her hips grind against his in silent encouragement as she craves the feel of him inside her once more. Delia breaks the kiss only long enough to mumble against his ear, "I love you too... I'm so sorry..." before pulling him back in for another inten

She's quiet for a moment as she gazes up at him with glassy eyes, still unable to fully believe that he could forgive her so easily. "Thank you," she whispers, tracing her fingers lightly across his jaw before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips. It's not nearly enough; she wants more of him, but for now, this will have to do. "I promise I won't let you down again..." Her voice trails off, and she hesitates before asking tentatively, "Do you want me to make it up to you?"

Her heart flutters with nervous excitement at the thought of doing something truly special for him; of showing him just how much he means to her. She waits anxiously for his reply, unsure if she's brave enough to go through with whatever he might ask for.

As she watches him carefully for his reaction, a smile slowly spreads across her lips. "I want to," she says simply, reaching up to cup his cheek with one hand before bringing it down to rest against his chest. Her thumb traces light circles over the fabric of his shirt as her other hand finds its way to his waistband, tugging gently on the hem of his T-shirt. "Will you let me?" she asks breathlessly, her heart pounding in anticipation.

She holds her breath as he hesitates for a moment, searching her face for any signs that she might be joking or uncertain. But then he smiles, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. For now, at least, their connection seems stronger than ever; the tension between them has melted away, replaced by a quiet peace

Her eyes widen as he suggests such an intimate gesture, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of him carrying her to his bed. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself closer still before whispering into his ear, "Only if you promise to be gentle with me." Her breath hitches as she waits for his reply, heart thundering in anticipation.

She tilts her head back slightly, offering him a smile full of quiet trust before closing her eyes and leaning against him; the feel of his skin pressed against hers sends shivers of desire coursing through her body. "I'm ready whenever you are," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath.

As he lifts her effortlessly into his arms, she lets out a surprised laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "You could never make me feel anything less than safe and protected when you hold me like

She closes her eyes as he carries her toward the bedroom, taking in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. It feels so right to be in his arms like this; to know that she belongs to him and that he's hers. Even though they've never done anything more than cuddle before tonight, there's an air of anticipation around them now that makes her heart race with desire.

When they reach the bed, Delia lets out a contented sigh as she feels its soft mattress beneath her. She wiggles slightly in his arms, letting him know without words that it's okay for him to set her down now. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trailing up his chest and over his shoulder before settling at the base of his neck.

As he sets her down on the bed, Delia gazes up at Jay1231 with

Her heart races as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself above her, their bodies pressed intimately together. Her hands find purchase in his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as she arches into him, eager for more of his kiss. As he deepens the kiss, Delia moans loudly, molding herself against him; wanting him to feel just how much she needs this connection with him.

Her tongue darts out to stroke along his bottom lip, seeking entry into his mouth. When he parts his lips for her, she takes advantage, exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue as their kisses become more demanding and hungry. Her hips move restlessly against his, grinding against the hard length she can feel pressing against her through their clothes.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to breathe heavily into his ear, "Please..." Her voice comes out raspy and needy as she

Her breath hitches as she watches him begin to undress, her eyes tracing every movement he makes. Her hands tremble with desire, itching to touch him and feel his skin against hers. As he sheds layer after layer of clothing, revealing more of his toned body, Delia can't help but moan in approval. She never knew how much she needed this connection with someone so physically; the feeling of being wanted and desired by another person.

When he finally stands before her completely naked, Delia's eyes widen in awe at the sight before her. His erection juts out proudly from his groin, beckoning to her like a siren's song. With shaking hands, she reaches up and tentatively touches it, tracing her fingers over its length and around the head before taking it into her mouth. She sucks gently at first, tast

The feeling of his thick length sliding over her tongue sends shivers down her spine as she begins to bob her head up and down in earnest. Her moans fill the room, and she can feel his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with expert precision. As she sucks and licks at him, Delia's mind is filled with images of them together; of his body pounding into hers as they find release amidst a tangle of sweat-drenched sheets.

She wraps her hand around him, stroking up and down the length in time with her motions, her fingers leaving slick trails behind as she works him closer to the edge. Her breath comes faster now, mirroring the urgency building within her; need throbs between her legs, and all she can think about is having him inside her where he belongs.

When she feels him growing tense beneath her touch, Delia

Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as he pushes her back against the bed and positions himself between her spread legs. Her fingers tremble with anticipation as she reaches down to touch him, guiding him toward her entrance. As he edges closer, she parts her lips farther, offering herself up to him in eager anticipation of finally having him inside.

Her hips buck up off the mattress in silent invitation for him to take what he wants; her body is aflame with desire and need for his touch. Her eyes meet his as he looks down at her, pupils blown wide, and all she sees is the tenderness and love shining back at her. It's in this moment that she knows everything will be alright between them; that no matter what challenges they face together, their connection will always remain strong.

With one final thrust, Jay1231 embeds himself deep

Delia cries out as he fills her, her body tensing around him in shock and pleasure. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper still; she wants all of him and nothing less. Her hips rise off the bed to meet each thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. She can feel the heat between them growing more intense with every passing second, spreading through her like wildfire.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her senses are overwhelmed by the feel of him inside her; the taste of his skin on her tongue, the sound of their labored breathing mingling together. It's more than she could have ever imagined; it's perfect and right in every way. Even though they've only just begun, she already knows that this night will go down as one of the best moments of her life.

With a moan torn from the deep

Her head falls back against the pillow as he speeds up, his movements rougher and more urgent. Her body trembles with every impact, her fingers digging into his shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself amidst the rising waves of pleasure. The sensations building inside her are unlike anything she's ever experienced before; they feel almost too much, but at the same time not nearly enough.

His mouth finds her neck once more, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin as he takes what he wants without reservation. It only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her hips meet his thrusts in rhythm now, their bodies moving together like they've been made for this very moment.

A shudder runs through her as her orgasm crashes over her, washing away any remaining doubt or uncertainty with its fierce intensity. She c

Her nails scratch down his back as she comes apart beneath him, the pleasure coursing through her body leaving her shaking and exhausted in its wake. As he continues to thrust into her, driving them both closer to their mutual release, she tightens around him, urging him on with every fiber of her being.

Her breathing slowly begins to steady as their bodies are finally pushed past the edge; exhaustion and contentment wash over her in a warm wave, leaving her boneless and sated beneath his weight. Her fingers card through his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as she holds him close, relishing the closeness they've found tonight.

As their bodies grow limp and relax against each other, Delia turns her head to rest on Jay1231's chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart beneath her ear. She can feel him still inside her, warm

She smiles up at him, tracing her fingertips over his chest and up to cup his cheek. "I'm not just saying it because it was our first time either," she whispers, feeling a sudden surge of tenderness for him. "It really was amazing." She leans in to press a kiss against his jaw before nestling her head back down on his chest, content and at peace for the moment.

Their breathing slowly begins to even out, mirroring each other as they drift off into sleep, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of their newfound connection. Delia knows that there will be challenges ahead for them; they've only just begun this journey together. But tonight has given her hope that no matter what happens next, they can face it together - and overcome anything as long as they have each other.