Me: I do not own Bleach, Panic! At The Disco, or Lying Is The Most Fun. And I do not hate Momo. The inspiration was just too much, I had to write it!
Momo: You made me a whore!
Me: You made yourself a whore!
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Momo looked longingly at Aizen. Well, not exactly AT him. More at how his body looked in his uniform. She always loved the way it fit him. Little did she know, he was admiring her too.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
As the lights are dim and your hands are shaking
As your sliding off your dress
It wasnt long before she gave into her attraction. She knew what he wanted, and gave it to him. Aizen had absolutely no intention of giving Momo what she desired.
Think of what you did
And I how hope to god he was worth it
As the lights are dim and your heart is racing
As your fingers touch his skin
She loved the way he kissed her, it was firey, like he had been waiting for this forever. He hadn't had to wait, he got sex all the time, he just knew what he was doing.
I've got more wit, a better kiss
A hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweety you had me
Something was holding her back, but she couldn't figure out what. She just didn't feel quite right in his arms. Momo knew she wanted Aizen, there was no denying that, but there was something keeping her from going all the way.
Girl I was it look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passengers seat
Oh no no, you know, it will always just be me
It was finally happening, the moment she had been waiting for. Momo gave Aizen all that was hers, and he accepted it without a second thought. This would be their last meeting anyhow. As he took her to the edge, a sudden realization hit her, giving her a sick feeling. "Toshiro..." she muttered, her guilt bringing tears to her eyes.
Lets get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
Momo lay on the ground, drowning in the guilt of her selfish indulgence. Done with her, Aizen turned his back on her. "He doesn't matter anymore. You should have thought before you acted, worthless whore..." He smiled and walked away, leaving the girl to cry, naked and alone. In the end, it was the fault of both of them.
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
Testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?