In order to have s*x with Machine Gun Kelly while rocking her blue jumpsuit, Megan Fox had to cut a hole in the dress to make the s*xual intercourse possible, and the brokenhearted stylist jokingly said she hates Megan for doing that via her texts.
According to People Magazine;
Megan Fox won’t let anything get in her way of having a good time with her fiancé Machine Gun Kelly.
Monday morning, the actress, 36, shared an Instagram slideshow of photos and videos, which show her rocking a sparkly blue jumpsuit while in Las Vegas for the 2022 Billboard Music Awards.
It was also in the carousel that Fox revealed she had to alter the ensemble to participate in a certain NSFW activity with Kelly, 32. In a screen grab of a text message thread, the Jennifer’s Body star asked her stylist: “Was this blue outfit expensive because we just cut a hole in the crotch so we could have sex?”
In response, her stylist wrote: “I hate you” alongside three laughing emojis, before adding, “I’ll fix it.”
Kelly delivered a special performance at the Billboard Music Awards Sunday night, where he hit the stage and dedicated his song, “Twin Flame,” to Fox. “I wrote this song for my wife,” he said, sparking speculation the couple tied the knot.
They are a very weird couple that admits to drinking each other’s blood.
“Um, so did you actually drink each other’s blood?”
“Yeah. So, I guess to drink each other’s blood might mislead people or people are imagining us with goblets and we’re like Game of Thrones, drinking each other’s blood,” she responds, laughing. “It’s just a few drops, but yes, we do consume each other’s blood on occasion for ritual purposes only.
“I’m much more controlled. I read tarot cards and I’m into astrology and I’m doing all these metaphysical practices and meditations. And I do rituals on new moons and full moons, and all these things. And so, when I do it, it’s a passage or it is used for a reason. And it is controlled where it’s like, ‘Let’s shed a few drops of blood and each drink it.’ He’s much more haphazard and hectic and chaotic, where he’s willing to just cut his chest open with broken glass and be like, ‘Take my soul,’” she says, dramatically mimicking her beloved’s alleged chest-bearing, chest-slashing passion.
“And that actually happens?” I ask wide-eyed, unsure if she is joking.
“It doesn’t not happen,” she responds, laughing. “Let me tell you. Maybe not exactly like that, but a version of that has happened many times.”
Flip to the next page for the screengrab of the convo and the infamous bodysuit.