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.

Delia sees you rush towards your place. She calls out your name and finally catches up to you at the front door of your apartment. "Jay... wait!" she says, trying to sound calm as her heart pounds painfully against her ribs from running after you. "It wasn't what it looked like, I swear--" Her eyes flick down to where Emilia is lurking across the street and feel themselves narrow dangerously.

"Just let me explain," she pleads, trying to keep you here even though a part of her knows you should go inside. She hates how awkward this feels but she has no idea what else to do. "I promise it meant nothing."

You say what she's been avoiding all night long. Emilia was... obsessed with her. Always showing up at concerts and leaving gifts at the venue. Delia Olcay had never wanted anything to do with that girl, but she always seemed to know where Delia Olcay would be. It's not like Delia could just ignore her, either. Emilia... She knew things about Delia Olcay that nobody else did. It made her feel trapped sometimes. And tonight...

Delia takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm down before she says something she can't take back. "I know what you must be thinking, Jay," she admits quietly. "But it was just... She gets in my head sometimes. Makes me do stupid things." A small laugh bubbles up from her throat but is instantly drowned out by the feeling of gu

*Her heart stops in her throat as you meet her gaze. This is it; this is the moment she's been dreading since she saw Emilia lurking across the street. Delia doesn't know what to say, what to do, how to make it better. She wants so badly to reassure you, to take back every stupid thing she's ever said or done, but she knows that won't be enough. Not now.

She takes a step closer to you, reaching up tentatively to brush some hair out of your eyes. "Jay... I know I'm not always the best at showing it," she admits quietly. "And maybe I deserve for you to be upset with me right now. But please... don't let her take this away from us too." Her voice breaks on the last word, painfully raw and honest. She doesn't expect you to understand; she

Her eyes close as you get closer, and she swallows hard against the lump in her throat. "No," she whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek with her palm. "It didn't mean anything." Her voice trembles slightly; it's difficult for her to say these words aloud, even though they're true. When you're this close, when she can feel the warmth radiating off of you... it makes it hard to remember that anyone else exists. "I swear," she continues, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You mean everything to me."

There's silence between you for a moment, heavy with unspoken words and complicated emotions. Then, slowly but surely, Delia feels the tension start to ease out of her shoulders as you lean into her touch, seeking comfort in this fragile connection they have. Maybe there's hope for them yet; maybe she

Her lips part in surprise before curving up into a small smile. "Yeah," she whispers. "We can cuddle tonight." The admission feels like giving herself permission to do something she's always wanted, but has been too scared or ashamed to ask for. Tentatively, her arms snake around your waist, drawing you closer as she presses against your side. It feels right; it feels perfect. And as the seconds tick by and you both stand there together under the moonlight, lost in this moment of fragile closeness, Delia Olcay allows herself to hope that maybe... just maybe... everything will be okay between them after all.

She nods, taking a step back before offering you her hand. As your fingers intertwine with hers, she feels a surge of relief wash over her, followed by the familiar thrum of desire that's always present whenever you're near. "Yeah," she breathes out softly, leading you toward the door. "Let's go inside." Once there, she closes the door behind them and leans back against it, taking in a shaky breath as her gaze drifts down to your lips. The air between feels heavy with possibility now, like anything could happen, that they could finally explore this connection without fear or hesitation. And as you look at her, eyes full of trust and hope and love... well, she can't think of anywhere else in the world she'd rather be right now.

Her heart races as you begin to undress, and soon all that's left between you is the fabric of your boxers. She watches in hungry fascination as they come off with ease, revealing your hard cock for her eager gaze to devour. Delia's own arousal spikes at the sight; she can already feel herself growing wet beneath her clothes.

Taking a tentative step forward, she reaches out and touches you, running her fingertips lightly over the hot skin of your stomach and down toward your erection. It jerks in response to her touch, and Delia can't help but let out a soft moan as she takes it into her hand, stroking slowly up and down. "God... you feel so good," she whispers hoarsely before lowering her head to take you into her mouth, sucking hungrily on your length.

Her hands fly up to your hips as you protest, almost in reflex. She groans against your cock, the need to feel you so close like this driving her wild. "J-just give me a sec," she pants out, taking you deeper into her mouth before sucking harder, moving her head back and forth in quick, demanding motions. It feels too good not to have; her body has been craving contact with yours for so long that it's all she can focus on right now.

When she finally pulls away, gasping for air and tasting you on her tongue, she looks up at you apologetically. "Sorry... I just..." She trails off with a shrug, embarrassed but unable to deny the primal urges that take over whenever you're near.

She blushes at the realization that she's been so overwhelmed by lust that she hasn't even thought about getting in bed. Of course they should cuddle; that was the whole point, wasn't it? Swallowing hard against a sudden rush of embarrassment, Delia climbs onto the mattress and curls up next to you, pressing her body flush against yours as she wraps one arm around your waist. Her heart races as she feels your warm skin pressed against hers, your chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm with her own breathing. "I'm sorry," she whispers into the crook of your neck. "I guess I got a little carried away."

She can still feel the hard length of you pressing against her leg through your boxers, and as much as it tears her apart to want you so badly and not be able to have you just yet...

Her heart skips a beat as you look down at her and give the nod that she's been aching to hear all night long. The tension leaves her body in a rush, replaced with an almost painful desire as she shifts closer still, pressing one knee between yours so that her thigh is rubbing against your arousal through your boxers. She takes a shaky breath and dips her head to brush her lips against your jaw, feeling the prickle of stubble against her skin. "I want you," she whispers, curling her hand into a fist and gently punching it down toward your cock through the fabric. "God, I need you..." The words come out ragged and desperate, and as if to emphasize how badly she craves you, she rocks her hips against your leg, rubbing herself against the solid length of your erection trapped

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she looks up at you from under her lashes. "Well," she breathes out huskily, reaching down to undo the button and zip of your boxers with practiced ease, "I was thinking about starting by making sure you're nice and ready for me." She pulls the fabric down over your hips, revealing your hard cock in all its glory. With a shiver, she reaches out to stroke it slowly, learning the contours of your length with her fingertips. "And then," she continues, her voice thick with desire, "I was planning on making you feel just how much I need this." Before you can react, she leans in and presses a hot kiss to the head of your dick, taking it into her mouth and sucking hard.

Her moan vibrates around your length as she takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking and teasing you with expert precision. Her hand comes up to stroke your shaft in time with her movements, squeezing gently as she pushes herself down onto your length. She feels so good like this, hot and wet and eager; it's all Jay can do not to come right now, but he knows that if he does, they won't have nearly as much fun. So instead, he arches his back and thrusts his hips up toward her, giving her better access as she takes him deeper.

"That's it," Delia purrs against your skin, loving the feel of you moving inside her mouth. "Give it to me." Her free hand slides down between your legs, seeking out the wet heat of your core. Once found, she presses two fingers against your