2003, Los Angeles
Mike constantly invites his girlfriend to after-show parties. Of course, he has never gone alone since he asked her out a year ago, and she has always known that he likes to attend parties, so she would never refuse his invitations. Only guests are allowed to enter this type of venue, and of course, the members of Linkin Park are always guests of honor.
Knowing that he always frequented that kind of place put Celina on alert, despite everything. Not with him, but with the rest of the people surrounding him. Of course, it was a place full of women, mostly groupies, trying to get a piece of the guy for hours on end. And she knew very well that he had taken advantage of that before they started dating. Mike didn't make a point of hiding his past; it's part of him being extremely honest, and he's terrible at lying.
But even with his honesty, that never made her feel any better. Every time they go to those places, even holding hands, even dancing together, and even kissing, women continue to come up and flirt with him. Sometimes even in front of Celi.
And today would be no different. The two were at a party after a festival the band had participated in. It was a complete success, and everyone was still very excited. She doubted the party would end before sunrise. Meanwhile, Mike had his hand on her waist the whole time. He kissed her cheeks, jaw, and lips when he wasn't talking to his mates, and he wouldn't leave her side at all.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she whispered in his ear and he nodded, approaching her.
"Want company?"
"No, don't worry," she smiled and pulled him in for a quick kiss before turning and walking through the party. He was talking to some friends and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her boyfriend's night.
Nothing much happened in the bathroom. She did what she intended to do, washed her hands, retouched her makeup, and looked at herself one last time before leaving to meet Mike.
It seemed like a simple task. Celina just walked to where she had been before.
But of course he wasn't there anymore. Damn. She started looking everywhere and it made her a little desperate, but she decided to walk around until she could see her boyfriend's face in the crowd again. Mike probably didn't even notice when he walked away; he was with his buddies talking about a new project that was coming up for Fort Minor, and that always made him space out. It never bothered her, after all, it was his dream.
"Need some help?" a male voice, but an unfamiliar one, whispered in her ear, and she quickly turned away to look.
The man in front of her wasn't ugly, far from it. He wore a cap, earrings, and had a goatee... Well, it was the style of men nowadays. Nothing new.
"You are..." she recognized him quickly, of course.
"Fred," he said with a smile.
Fred Durst, of course he would be there. Limp Bizkit had also been at the festival earlier, and she had watched their show with Mike backstage.
"It's a pleasure!" she smiled and held out her hand so they could shake, but his first reaction was to kiss her fingers while staring at her. "A-ah..." she looked at him nervously, slowly withdrawing her hand from his grip.
"You seem a little lost..." he stared at her, waiting for her to say her name.
"Celina," she introduced herself.
"Celina... Beautiful name. Need some help?"
"Yes, I... I was looking for Mike, here." She looked around again, still worried about being alone.
"Mike?"
"Shinoda. Mike Shinoda," she said to Fred again, knowing that the two knew each other and he could help her with this. "Have you seen him?" she asked, confident that the answer would be yes.
"Are you dating?" But that's what he asked, stepping back a little. "I mean, sorry, he never told me anything about it..." He smiled sheepishly.
"What... Never?" She looked at him confused. "Yeah, it's kind of recent," he stared at the floor.
"Hey, relax," he squeezed her shoulder. "I haven't seen him in a while, we don't usually talk much about these things," he tried to help. "Mike is a cool guy," he nodded, smiling, and she looked into his eyes again. Something in her chest warmed and a smile spread across her face without her even realizing it.
"Yeah, isn't he?" She looked down, a little embarrassed. It was clear that she was in love with that Wasian rapper.
"I can help you look for him, the party is crazy tonight," he smiled, and she nodded.
Needless to say, the two were close as they talked amid the loud music, which is why their last words were almost whispered in each other's ears. Neither of them saw anything unusual in that interaction, especially since they were trying to find her boyfriend who had gotten lost in the party.
But they didn't have to search for long, his eyes had already found her in the crowd, near the bar. Mike was completely alone while she was surrounded by people and talking warmly with Fred. He stared at her seriously from where he was and Celi waved excitedly.
"He's there!" she said smiling. "Thanks for your help, Fred." She squeezed his shoulder in gratitude.
"No problem! It was a pleasure meeting you, Celi." He said goodbye and turned to a group of groupies while shouting some joke about who he would be fucking that night.
Celina laughed one last time before approaching Mike, relieved.
"Where were you? I was looking for you!" she said, staring into his eyes.
"Were you?" His voice was low, but she heard him since she had gotten close enough to talk. He sounded a little... ironic.
" Yeah, you disappeared when I came back, and I wandered around the party looking for you. I was nervous, love," she looked into his eyes. "You know I hate being alone here," she was a little embarrassed.
Mike took a while to answer her, staring into her eyes for a moment as if he were thinking about what he wanted to say. As if he were scanning her.
"Sorry" was the final word. "I went out for a few seconds to get a drink, and when I came back, you should have already left." One of his arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed her. It was a kiss that lasted longer than usual before he pulled away. "Let's go," he said firmly.
"Already?" she asked, confused. They hadn't even been there for two hours.
Mike responded by squeezing her hand and started walking out of the place. Celi tried to keep up with him without having to run, while his hand squeezed hers harder than usual.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to anyone?" she asked, confused, when they reached the parking lot, but he didn't answer and kept walking. "Mike, what's wrong? Did something happen?" She was worried and soon saw his car lights coming on. "Hello?" she insisted when he left her without answers.
In one swift movement, he pulled her arm and soon she was pressed against the car door and he
"Did something happen, Celi?" he murmured. Still not understanding, she nodded. "Shit..." he murmured and looked down.
"Mike—"
"What did Fred want with you?" He looked at her quickly.
"Fred? He saw me looking for you at the party and asked if I needed help, so I..." She began to explain, but soon understood what was happening. "Mike, are you jealous?"
Mike didn't answer her immediately. He stared at her seriously, and she could see that he was boiling inside. Celina tried her hardest to hold it in, really, she tried very hard to hold back her laughter. But a laugh escaped her, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Celi..." he murmured.
"I'm sorry, but it's just that..." she laughed again. "Ahah..." she stared at him.
"Stop..."
"What? Did you think I was flirting with Fred Durst? In front of everyone?" He squeezed her waist tightly.
"Not you, but he..."
"Oh, like all those fans of yours who are invited from who knows where?" She opened her eyes. "Ahhh, yes, like those artists who try to drag you away from me at all these parties." She nodded.
"Celi..."
"Are you jealous, Mike?" she asked again.
"Fuck you," he whispered, closing his mouth tightly and staring at her, thinking about what to say. "... It's different, Celina."
"Don't even go there!" she said, even angrier. "Don't even -"
"You let him touch you, Celina," he cut her off sharply.
"What? On my shoulder?" She looked at him confused and irritated. "He was helping me, Mike, I didn't even..."
"I never let any of those fucking bitches touch me, anywhere," he continued his argument, ignoring her explanation.
"Stop it, okay? I—" He rolled his eyes and abruptly moved away from her.
"Let's go home," he said seriously and opened the door for her. "We'll talk about it there."
Celi stared at him in disbelief for a moment before getting into the car and he closed the door. The woman put on her seatbelt and crossed her arms as she watched him walk past the front window before getting in on the other side, adjusting the mirror, and sighing. He started the car without thinking too much about it, and soon the two of them were leaving the parking lot, which was much more crowded than usual. Mike was an experienced driver, looking both ways as he carefully left the lot and entered the highway.
The trip to his house would take 20 minutes, and it would be hell. They were both quiet and uncomfortable with the whole situation.
However, within minutes Mike had placed his hand on Celi's thigh. It was a habit of theirs, he always did that. Even when he was angry, it was impossible for him not to want to touch her, and she would surely freak out if she didn't feel the warmth of his hand on her bare skin. Mike's thumb caressed her as she timidly placed her hand on top of his. They had gotten used to doing this even before they started dating, and it wasn't something either of them could really refuse.
She couldn't tell if Mike was overthinking things or if he wanted to provoke her. But the hand that had been gently resting on Celi's thigh began to squeeze the area hard, causing her to quickly squeeze his hand and then pull it away.
"Mike—"
"Shit..." he cursed irritably and looked away when they stopped at a traffic light. Five minutes to get home.
She turned to him, his goatee marking his chin, his black cap and hoop earrings. She loved that. He clenched his jaw as he looked ahead, one arm on the steering wheel and the other on her thigh this time. Even though she was staring at him, he didn't turn his face once.
When they arrived at the gate of his house, one of the mansions in Beverly Hills, of course, he rolled down the window so that the doorman would recognize him. Soon they were inside, and he parked the car in its usual spot. Mike opened the door and Celina waited inside while he walked around and opened the door for her, reaching out and shaking her hand firmly as he closed the door so they could walk to the entrance of the house.
"Wait..." she whispered, bending down to take off her heels, her feet aching because with everything that was going on, she had forgotten to take them off in the car. He waited calmly, still holding her hand and watching his girlfriend finish taking off her shoes. Mike took them from her hand as soon as she stood up again and they continued walking side by side.
Inside the house, they walked towards the master bedroom without thinking much about it, even though they weren't saying a word.
"What do you want to—?" Before she could ask as soon as they entered the bedroom, Mike threw her shoes aside and held Celina's cheeks with his fingers, forcing a pout on her lips.
"Take off your dress," he murmured, his voice hoarse and whispered.
"At least let me take a shower," she tried to say.
"What difference will it make?" His other hand grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, but Celina stopped him.
"You know I don't like it..." she murmured when he licked her neck.
"But when I'm the one all sweaty and dirty after a show, you beg to fuck with me bareback," he said through clenched teeth, bringing back memories for both of them as he sighed with his eyes closed. "I need you to get that damn dress off and get on my bed with nothing on."
And that was enough for her to moan and feel her panties get wet.
"C'mon," he began to walk with her, kissing her neck until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she lost her balance and sat down.
"Mike, are you still thinking about what happened?" she looked at him.
"What? That you disappeared and then suddenly appeared flirting with Fred in front of me?" he unbuckled his belt while still standing in front of her.
"I. Did. Not. Flirt. With. Him," she said irritably. "Where did you get that from?
"Oh, the kiss on your hand was friendly, right?" he said with the most ironic smile he had ever given her. "Are you stupid, Celina? Is that it?"
"He didn't flirt with me, Mike! He knew we were dating," she said irritably, and a thought crossed her mind. "Oh, wait. No, he didn't know! Because you were the one who didn't introduce me to your friends, Mike Shinoda," she pointed at his face.
"What—"
"You were the one who disappeared and left me all alone at the party, doing who knows what!" Her finger pointed directly at him. "He didn't know because you never told him about me."
His eyes widened and for a moment he stopped unzipping his pants, but a smirk appeared on his face again.
"What? I hardly fucking even see him, Celina. You think if I didn't want to commit to you, you'd be there? Fuck... I went out to get drinks! How could I cheat on you in five minutes?" She looked at him incredulously. At that moment, he was just messing with her.
"And you think I could?"
"I don't know, you were in that bathroom for so long that I had to go out and get another drink," he muttered, his baggy pants falling down his legs and his hard cock coming face to face with hers.
"I really needed to pee and—" she watched his hand squeeze his cock inside his underwear "and-and..."
"And?"
"What do you want?" she looked up again, begging him to drop the matter
"Hm?" His face tilted and his hand squeezed his cock even harder. "I want to slam my cock into your mouth so you'll never forget it, and every time a man approaches you trying to kiss your hand, you..." He slowly pulled down his underwear. "You'll remember the consequences." He motioned for her to kneel, and she did.
He smiled naughtily before thrusting his entire length into Celina's mouth, touching the back of her throat. She choked at first and pulled away, and a few strands of saliva stuck to his penis as he withdrew from her mouth.
The woman held his thighs tightly as she felt Mike's two hands holding the sides of her head and preventing her from moving, to keep her completely still while he planned what to do. Celina looked up and saw him analyzing whether she was ready, or any attempt to deny him, before thrusting again. This time she didn't choke, she was prepared and opened her mouth as wide as she could, which allowed him to continue a few more times, very slowly.
" You're so hungry, my love," he murmured as he saw drops of saliva dripping from her chin as she tried to swallow what accumulated as that cock went in and out.
Celina looked up again and felt his fingers grip her hair, starting to move his cock quickly inside her. He thrust into her fast and deep, leaving her breathless, and because of that, many noises began to come out of her mouth. Choking, moaning, attempts to breathe. Except for his own uneven breathing, which moved guided by pleasure.
"Mwike..." she tried to speak, but her mouth full prevented her.
"Shh..." he gazed at her one last time before closing his eyes and opening his mouth.
Mike threw his head back as he continued thrusting into her without pause. Celina continued to choke as he moaned a few times and looked down quickly, his eyebrows arched as he let out a moan. His hand circled the back of her neck while the other held the edge of the bed. He bent over for support and gave one last, very deep thrust into Celina's mouth. She felt a jet of cum in her throat and began to cough. He pulled out of her and grabbed her hair while jerking off and letting his last drops of spurt evacuate onto her face.
Celina was still coughing, trying to hide her face, but he prevented her by patting her hands gently, and gradually she calmed her breathing.
"You good?" He let go of her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear as he stared at her while she tried to wipe her face with her hands, nodding to him. "Now are you going to take off your dress?" She nodded again, getting up and turning her back to him.
"Can you unzip it?" she whispered.
He moved closer slowly, one hand holding her waist and the other brushing her hair away from her back. It didn't take long for her to feel him kissing her neck as he slowly unzipped her jacket, his tongue tracing her neckline. As soon as he finished unzipping it, he pulled away and used both hands to remove the fabric from her body.
No bra.
"Look at me," he whispered.
Celina turned to him and Mike quickly wiped the rest of his sperm from her cheek.
"I'm not mad at you"
"I'know" she said without arguing.
Mike nodded, taking off his shirt and cap while Celina lay down on the bed to wait for him. He wasn't quick, quite the contrary, he took his clothes off too slowly, put his shirt on the chair by his desk, finished taking off his underwear to throw it in the laundry basket, opened a drawer...
"What are you doing?" Celina sat up, but he didn't even answer her, just turned his head and opened a condom. "Already?"
"Turn around," he said sharply, which she promptly obeyed.
Celina lay down on her stomach, searched for a pillow to rest her face on, and felt Mike's hands squeeze her butt as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling on top of her. He ran his fingers over her buttocks, waist, back, buttocks again, thighs. He spread her thighs slightly and hooked his finger into her soaked panties. He made no comment about it; he was already used to it. Mike took off her underwear and threw it away. She muttered something under her breath, which he ignored, and grabbed the other pillow on the bed, just to lift her hips and place it underneath her, leaving her arched.
Celina felt him open her folds and before she could think too much, she felt his breath approaching and soon he licked everything. The woman moaned loudly and arched her back even more, giving him more space, which he did not refuse and just moved closer. The cold tip of his nose teased her as he played with her clitoris with tongue. His hands squeezed her buttocks so hard that Celina felt a burning sensation, but he just pulled her closer as he ate her with desire, force, and sometimes let small hoarse noises escape from his throat. Mike's breath hitting her pussy also made her dizzy. He took deep breaths to keep going, and when he ran out of air, he didn't pull away, continuing to suck and bite while trying to draw more air from where he was.
Celina, on the other hand, grabbed the pillow in front of her tightly, rolling her eyes and moaning. Her feet writhed and she tried to arch her hips more than she could. She put one arm behind her body and started looking for Mike, soon finding his hair and sinking her fingers there, pulling him closer and moaning out of rhythm.
Suddenly he stood up and positioned himself, throwing her hand aside and sliding his cock through her, without penetrating yet. He used two fingers to masturbate his girlfriend before he entered her, without much mercy he stuck his fingers in and began to move them quickly, arching them inside her over and over again, just to see how she squirmed and moaned, her legs trying to close and her feet lifting as the wet, slimy sound echoed through the room. She moaned loudly into the pillow and he got harder with every movement.
Celina was delirious with the movement of his fingers inside her, her face lying down as she moaned and searched for something to hold on to tightly. Soon she sucked in air hard and with surprise when she felt something bigger entering her, hard and deep. He had replaced his fingers with his cock in a matter of seconds, and it made her moan loudly as she felt him grab her hair and pull her back. Mike moved once more, hard and deep, just to hear her choke once more.
She felt him sigh and adjust his position, his hand continuing to pull her hair hard when his other hand appeared on her neck, making her arch her back even more. Celina choked until she got used to the tightness, and when she nodded, Mike started moving again. Hard, fast, and deep. The noises he made, as if his hips were slapping against her, only made him harder and harder. Going with rhythm, without stopping.
Celina moaned, but softly, the tightness in her throat making it difficult to make a louder sound. Mike threw his head back, closing his eyes and just moving with the same precision as before. A moan from deep in his throat echoed and he let go of her hair, still keeping his grip on her neck, to slap her ass and then grab it. With strength from beyond, he began to go even faster, his eyebrows arching as he stared intently at the point where their two bodies met.
"Fuck, Celi," he groaned, letting his thrusts become uneven as soon as she started squeezing him.
When his thrusts began to slow down, without thinking too much, Celina moved back to find him, wiggling her ass a few times while moaning coyly, which made him slap her again and go faster. Fast enough for her to moan loudly and have an orgasm that echoed throughout her body, leaving her so shaky and even lost that she lost the strength in her legs. Mike continued thrusting fast, not caring about it until he moaned himself and filled his condom.
He gave her one last slap before pulling out and throwing Calina's body to the side, making her bend her legs and sigh tiredly, composing herself while still throbbing inside.
"Babe..." Celina moaned as she felt him spreading her legs apart again. Mike looked at her instantly, just to make sure she was ready to keep going, and lifted one of her legs to wrap his arm around it while he held her other leg open with his other hand. It didn't take him long to stroke himself a little before positioning himself inside her again. He felt her pussy still throbbing from her last orgasm and her body trying to arch when the tip of his cock entered her.
She moaned coyly as soon as he thrust himself completely inside her and adjusted his position again, only to start thrusting hard and deep, but very slowly. Celina looked at him in desperation, losing her breath with the pleasure she received all at once, moaning every time he thrust deep inside her. As if that weren't enough, the hand that was holding her leg slid down to her clitoris and began to make circular movements. As soon as she tried to close the leg, he pulled it back forcefully.
"Don't move," he said earnestly, starting to go faster, still very hard, "or it will be harder for you." He pressed her clitoris tightly against his thumb and continued moving his hips without pause.
"What are you gonna do?" she challenged, groaning and arching her back. Mike looked at her as he released the leg he had lifted and lowered his body, letting Celina trap his torso with her legs as soon as he kissed her neck. The man's breath beat sharply against her, so hot and tremulous. He moved his hips relentlessly, his fingers continuing to rub her clit quickly as Celina gasped loudly and squirmed against him.
In a matter of seconds, he lifted his body again and his two hands ended up on the woman's neck, choking her as he began to thrust faster and harder, leaving her without enough air to even moan again. He gazed intently at her, at all her expressions, when tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and even more so when she let saliva drip from the corner of her mouth as she coughed against his grip. Even so, she was getting wetter and wetter, squeezing his cock even tighter.
Mike moved closer, closing his mouth and staring into her eyes. For a second, Celina thought he was going to kiss her, so she opened her mouth as soon as she felt his breath close to hers. But then, all she felt was a drop touch her tongue and him slowly pull away, leaving the string of saliva to drag and break as he smiled, watching her swallow and stick her tongue out at him afterwards.
"Good girl." He finally released her neck, letting her cough a few times while she moaned as he went back to thrusting fast and hard.
It didn't take long for her legs to tremble and a drawn-out, desperate moan to echo from the bottom of her throat. Mike began rubbing her clit again when he realized she was climaxing, increasing his movements and watching her closely.
The mattress was soaked.
He moaned hoarsely but slyly, hiding his face in her neck as he continued to thrust into that sea of squirt, clenching his cock in an unimaginable way.
"Shit," he hugged her waist and went faster, enough to moan again and give one last thrust inside her, filling her completely this time.
When he pulled away, he caressed her face for a few seconds before looking down and pushing his body away from hers. Mike lifted her legs just to watch his white seed dripping out of Celina, and her cunt throbbing so hard that he touched it once just to watch her cry out. Then he looked down at the sides, where the sheet was damp. He looked at himself and saw that part of his belly and thighs were wet too.
When he looked at his girlfriend once more, he could see her cheeks were completely flushed and her hair was a mess.
" Oh... Shit..." she whispered and closed her legs. " Goddamn it, Michael," she murmured, closing her eyes wearily.
"Are you good?" he chuckled softly.
" So good," she whispered.
"Great."
Mike smiled and quickly moved away from the bed, leaving the room and returning a few minutes later with water and some snacks. He looked around carefully, placing the items near her on the bed and searching for a towel in the bathroom, only to return and wipe her body superficially.
"Here," he kissed her cheek and handed her a glass of water. "Sit down, I need to change this sheet," he caressed her waist as she moved.
"Let's shower first, then I'll help you." She looked at him smiling, her face still blushing, which made him caress her cheeks and kiss her tenderly. "Mike?" she called him in the middle of the kiss.
"Yeah?"
"Can you be jealous more often?"