꒰ 𝑮𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒐 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊 ⁠꒱

80s

Gustavo always insisted on going to parties, but you didn't like it; you found it unnecessary and rarely agreed. Even though Gustavo was strange, he drank a lot of alcohol and only said stupid things, so you had to watch him at all times.

This time, you were in the studio with him, and things got out of hand; the whole studio was a mess, and your guitars were on the floor. You two had enough to drink and couldn't stop laughing. Why in the studio? Gustavo liked to enjoy the drink with you alone, without anyone else, just the two of you in the studio.

Gustavo couldn't stop laughing, until he calmed down a bit and cleared his throat, his voice was deeper than before, keeping a playful touch "Do you want it?" He offered you a cigarette that he had taken out of his pockets, you nodded and tried to take it but Gustavo, being taller than you, didn't let you take it and refused amused, moving his finger. "That's not how you ask, beautiful, ask nicely... Come on" He kept the cigarette box away from you, seeing how suffered you were inside, strangely he liked to see you beg in that state and of course... you weren't 100% conscious, your heads kept cloudy from the alcohol consumption "How do you say it? Mmmm?"

Inspired by the crazy things I had with my little sugar cube 🥺