itâs no secret that furina is constantly bored of the mundanity that comes with court, but with the recent discovery of neuvilletteâs crush on you, things have just gotten a lot more interesting. if only you and neuvillette would just get together, but alas, it comes down to the great hydro archon to bring justice to neuvilletteâs sad, pathetic love life.
furina pov, comedy, furina being dramatic as hell
Furina knows the best way to get under Neuvilletteâs skin is through you. The Iudex may seem impassive from the outside, but she knows where to look for his tells, particularly when heâs annoyed (she has, after all, been the recipient to silently judging stares, usually those of a disappointed or even irritated nature).
And sheâs seen the way Neuvillette looks at youâhis face softening, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips, and most damningly of all, the slightest hint of a blush whenever you stare into his eyes a little too long to be considered proper.
Itâs all so entertaining to watch, if a bit miffing to endure seeing how utterly slow the two of you are. If Furina had been in Neuvilletteâs shoes, she would have long since enacted a performance grander than anything Fontaine has ever seen and asked you out on a date. Not just any date though, no, she would have to pull an all-nighter to come up with the best date there is. One does not simply go on a date with the God of Justice and have it be mediocre.
But all that aside, with how boring Neuvillette is with his stricter than strict rules and views on how one must go about their day, it falls upon her to make sure he doesnât die as a decrepit old bachelor whoâs never felt the touch of another person intimately. (Not that Furina had any say on the topic of intimacy, seeing as sheâs never had any experience in the romantic aspects of life, but experience means nothing compared to the wisdom of the God of Justice!)
So, after many nights spent huddled beneath her blankets, scribbling on her notebook and brainstorming the best way to get a rise out of Neuvillette, she happened upon a breakthrough. An idea so great it would not only be something worthy of the Steambirdâs headlines, but also be something the people of Fonatine would speak of for years to come.
Yes, it all comes down to this very moment, standing over the highest place in the opera with hundreds of eyes watching her as she points an accusing finger at your figure standing on the very stage sheâs set up.
Neuvillette watches it all with his eyes narrowed at her, hands clasped tightly around his cane, and Furina would have loved to relish in that reaction, but alas, she must continue with her script.
With a haughty smile, she meets your eyes as she yells out loud to her captivated audience.
âI charge you, (Y/N), with the crime of theft!â
The people below gasp in shock at the sudden accusation. Only natural, of course. You, an esteemed person of reputable background who most people view as a kind person, being charged with theft? How scandalous!
But thatâs not all!
âYou stand accused of thievery,â Furina pauses for a dramatic effect, feeling the spectators hold their breaths as they await her final verdict.
She then looks up at Neuvillette, and it takes all she has in her not to burst in hysterics at the comically pinched face heâs sporting. She moves her finger from you to Neuvillette, practically preening in place as the assembled crowd below let out varying expressions of shock.
And with a smug smile, she deals the final blow.
âFor stealing the Chief Justice of Fontaineâs heart!â
One, two, threeâ
Screams erupt from below. Women squealing in delight while the men cheer at the sudden twist from accusation to romance.
Furina basks in the attention as the people sing praises of her.
âOf course, how could not I have seen it before?â
âLady Furina is so sharp to have caught on!â
âMonsieur Neuvillette and (Y/N) do make a good pair, donât they?â
âHow ingenious! As expected of our Lady Furina!â
But then, Neuvillette stands, a stern look on his face as he taps his cane on the ground hard enough to rattle her eardrums.
âOrder!â
His face could have been made from stone with how hard heâs looking at her. If looks could kill, sheâd be dead on the spot. Yikes! Perhaps itâs time to make a swift escapeâŠ
âLady Furina, might I remind you that charges and accusations are not to be made lightly within the court. To abuse your position in order to make a ridiculous statement. IâŠâ
With every word that leaves his mouth, Furina slowly begins to feel that perhaps sheâd been too hasty in thinking that all would turn out well. And oh, maybe she should have thought up of scenarios and what-to-dos after she finished performing her grand plan, but in her defense, sheâd been too excited at the prospect of finally pushing you two together that it completely slipped her mind!
Is it too late to claim it was all an elaborate performance not meant to be taken seriously?
Neuvillette stares thunderously up at her.
Sheâll take that as a no, then.
Just when all hope seemed to have been lost, a savior comes in the form of you raising your hand.
Neuvillette immediately stops speaking in favor of addressing you.
âWould the accused like to defend their innocence?â
You take a deep breath, gaze briefly flitting to Furinaâs before meeting Neuvilletteâs. And even without much prompt, from that single glance alone, she knew she was about to witness something extremely entertaining.
âI⊠I would like to press charges as well,â you say evenly, and for a second, Furinaâs heart drops as she thinks youâre about to charge her for false accusations and perhaps even slander, (the first time in history that anyone has charged the God of Justice for a crime!) but then, you continueâ
âI would like to press charges against you, Monsieur Neuvillette, for stealing my heart too.â
Your statement is followed by a stunned silence that only lasts for a brief moment, before itâs overcome by exclamations and whoops at the sudden turn of events.
Furina falls back on her seat and howls with laughter as she watches Neuvillette be struck speechless, red creeping up his cheeks as your statement echoes across the cavernous hall.ïżŒ She reminds herself to gift you something extravagant for saving her at the very last moment.
Ah, what a delightful way to end the show.
She watches you direct a besotted smile towards Neuvillette. Another day, another poor sod saved from the horrors of a nonexistent love life.
Furina mentally pats herself on the back for a job well done.
Hiiii i just found ur page and its amazingđ„° can o request for tokyo revenger boys with an s/o who is like a virgin and scared of sex and then later they got into an argument and they bring up the subject idk its really stupid and all feel free to ignore if your too busy<3 have a good day
Okay, when you ended their months-long relationship, you never expected that you would still be friends. You parted ways due to lack of time, not lack of love, so what your wounded heart needed was for him to stay away from you.
So he didn't do that, he kept coming by casually to chat with you, asking about your week with a lovely smile on his lips, continuing to help you open jars you couldn't, and even subtly caressing your shoulder when he noticed you were sad, just like a good friend would. However, he wasn't a good friend; he was your ex.
Why couldn't he make things easier for both of you? The last straw was when he hugged you in a friendly manner, and his delightful perfume filled your nose, instantly bringing back all the memories. What affected you the most is that he wasn't doing it on purpose; he's just naturally kind and a well-mannered man who would never treat you poorly just because you're his ex-girlfriend, unlike the other idiots you've dated.
"Be a real ex, treat me badly," you quietly complained in front of him.Your confession took him by surprise, but his face soon relaxed to reveal one of his gentle, comforting smiles.
"I don't want to; I like treating you well," he said before leaving without further ado, leaving you with a thousand thoughts in your head and an immense desire to hug him.
Well, maybe you shouldn't have ended it the way you did because it wasn't his fault for not having time to hear the story of how you almost fell in the park, as he has too many responsibilities. The question is, you miss him and need him so much. Is it too late to get him back, or is it not?
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors. This is mostly translated by chatGPT JAJAJAJA. Thank you for reading.
Warning: Adult content, minors do not interact, size fetish, Sukuna is not as bad here, real form of Sukuna.
"The problem arose when he didn't know how to express the tenderness he felt for you. He first noticed that when he "accidentally" pushed you with his arms, something inside him eased"
When Sukuna decided to adopt you as his pet, there was no other reason than that you were very cute; to him, you were just a delightful little thing, like a baby kitten.
The problem arose when he didn't know how to express the tenderness he felt for you. He first noticed that when he "accidentally" pushed you with his arms, something inside him eased. Of course, he didn't want to harm you for real or take it to the extremes because he genuinely enjoyed your company.
He always found a way to tease you, pulling on your dress to make you stumble, discreetly tripping you, making you "accidentally" fall from a small step, always enjoying seeing your small and fragile body falling.It didn't take long for him to develop other interests in you.
He liked it when he held you, and even though it wasn't in a rough manner, your skin would turn red. When he realized that you were much smaller compared to him, these simple details made him reflect, and he discovered that there was something he liked more than seeing you clumsily fall.
That was when he had you completely naked in front of him, with your legs open so he could eat your pussy. Sukuna's tongue simply moved up and down on your pussy while he immobilized your trembling legs with his hands. Spasms covered your body, and you trembled violently from time to time, clutching your hands to the soft wrinkled sheets beneath you.
When you start moving your hips in a gentle sway over his mouth and moan slowly, he knows you're about to finish, so he pulls away from you just to tease and see the tears of pleasure accumulated on your cheeks.
"Pathetic little thing," his mockery only increases the heat in your body.
"Please, please."You beg, but he enjoys seeing you desperate, so he lazily takes out his cock.
You are ready to be filled by him, and anxiety gnaws at you from within as you watch him simply rubbing the tip of his cock on your pussy, from top to bottom.
He gets so excited by the way his little pet willingly opens her legs to feel him more, as your pussy drips with each passing second. He loves that when he finally slides his cock into your hot and tight walls, you're so wet to receive him.
You moan, covering your face and arching your back. His cock always hits that delicious spot, and without further ado, he begins to move, delivering hard and firm thrusts.
His balls hit your rear forcefully. You love to see his hands gripping your waist, the veins on his tattooed arms standing out, his partially open robe revealing part of his abs. It only makes you wetter as you receive his cock with such affection.
You open both arms to hug him, although he thinks it's just a silly show of affection, he approaches to indulge you, but you only want to be crushed by his massive body, feeling like you're running out of air with each thrust, clinging to his enormous back with your legs wrapped around his waist. "Waitâ"You scream in desperation as your pussy starts to burn, and you feel like it's going to split you in half, but he simply covers your mouth and continues.
You cry out against his hand and squirm, but he only releases you when he feels your body trembling, squeeze your pussy as tight as it can, sucking on his veiny cock.
He knows you've finished, so he releases your mouth to let you speak, but you simply cry, clinging to him in an hug, allowing the king of curses to keep using your pussy until he's done, and you know you have to wait much longer for that.
Maybe being teased by Sukuna with small falls wasn't so bad after all.
Summary: Youâd never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems strange that just a few hours ago, youâd never seen or heard of this man in your life. But it feels like you're drawn to each other in ways neither of you can explain. There's a pull you couldnât resist if you tried.
Rockstar AU
Story Warning: Smut, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Profanity because come on..., Sprung Suguru, Cumshots, Facials, Cumplay (a lil bit), Fingersucking, A sprinkle of power dynamic, Oral Sex, First Day Hookups
Suguru art by: @affectbitter
AN: There's some OCs in this one bc this was just a funny idea between me and some friends LMAO. Imagine them however you will!
The roar of the crowd is almost painful in your ear as you enter the venue. Youâve made it just in time, with minutes to spare.Â
âExcuse me. Sorry! Just gonna squeeze past you hereâŠIâm sorryâŠâ
The apologies fall from your lips as you navigate through the crowd of people in the arena. Youâre trying to find your way backstage before the concert begins for this band⊠Demon Parade?
An up and coming group, quickly rising in stardom who you never would have heard of had you not been scouring the job boards for an easy and quick way to make money. Imagine your surprise when you found a job posting for them stating the band was in need of an efficient, organized assistant. A go-getter who would be willing to do anything to aid in their success and ride along with them.Â
Youâd had some assistant jobs in the past, nothing too crazy, but you knew what the basic expectation of an assistant was. So you applied for the job, not thinking there was a chance in hell youâd get it, but you needed something and anything was better than nothing. Besides, the job came with all the perks: benefits, free travel, a food allowance. Sounded like a steal.Â
You got the call less than a week later, saying that you were a great fit and exactly what the band was in search of! It didnât seem real at the time, even after youâd hung up, filled out your onboarding paperwork and were sent all of your information for your first day â the concert you were currently pushing your way through. It felt even less real when you received your all access badge at the arena doors.
Youâd made sure to listen to a few of Demon Paradeâs songs and you had to admit, you liked what you heard, but you wouldnât exactly call yourself a superfan. Not like the crowd of people swarming around you as you hurried through to backstage. God, it was fucking packed.
Is this band that good?
The moment you enter backstage, you feel like you can breathe again. Itâs less crammed, so you feel like you can relax a bit. But that feeling only lasts for a second before someone practically materializes out of thin air before you. They call your name, one hand coming up to tap the small earpiece in their ear, the other coming up to indicate for you to stop.
âYep, she just got here,â They mumble into the earpiece. âIâll bring her back.â They tap the earpiece again, waving to you to follow them. âI trust you didnât have any trouble getting back here?âÂ
âNope, fairly easy,â you answer, quickening your pace to catch up with them.
âGood,â they make a sharp turn around a corner, speeding up and you feel like an idiot essentially running behind them. âIâm Jaz, the bandâs manager. We donât have too much time. Iâll give you a brief overview of the band and each member and then Iâll introduce you to them.â
âOh, so justâŠimmediately starting? Is there likeâŠa formal training I should be going through first? Or a new hire orientation?â
âNo,â they state. âDo what the band asks and if you do it well enough and the band likes you, youâll be able to keep your job by the end of the night.â
Your eyes wide as you rush to walk next to Jaz. âWait, what do you mean?â
âExactly what I said. If you make a good impression on the band, weâll keep you. Weâre about to start a national tour in a few days and we need someone who will be able to get the job done. If not, we move on.â
âOkay, so justâŠdo what they ask me to andâŠthatâs it?â
âThatâs it,â Jaz confirms. âItâs that simple.â
So this whole first day is a testâŠgiven with no actual instructionsâŠFucking weird, but who are you to argue?
Youâll just have to use your prior assistant knowledge to make it work. If youâve done one assistant job, youâve done them all. You think so, at least.
You hurry through the halls alongside Jaz, the hallways snaking around to the back of the venue where there are many different dressing rooms â one for each band member and one for the group. Jaz reaches a door with a sign taped to it with the name Demon Parade on it. Scribbled in the corner of the sign is what looks like a very poorly drawn penis.
Jaz sighs when they see the doodle and whips around to face you.
âFirst things first, a brief rundown of the band.â They fish out their phone to pull up a group photo of the members on stage at one of their concerts. They point to a beautiful brunette woman in the photo before their finger glides over to a tattooed man with his hair piled high atop his head in a loose bun. âThis is Shoko Ieiri â our bassist â and this is Suguru Geto â our lead guitarist. Both very low maintenance, very easy to get along with because they most likely will take very little interest in you.â
They then point to a blonde man who looks about ready to clock out at any moment and then to a white haired guy with freakishly blue eyes. âKento Nanami is our drummer and this annoying beanpole here is Satoru Gojo â our lead singer,â Jaz finishes, rolling their eyes when they point to Gojo. But you can see a clear fondness there with the way their eyes linger on the screen.
You nod, eyes locked on the heavily tattooed raven haired man on the phone. He looks a little bored, almost like heâd rather be anywhere but where he was at that moment. Even so, his gaze is intense. You know itâs impossible, but you feel as though heâs looking at you through the phone. Itâs literally a picture taken at some random venue that youâd never seen in your life. But, it feels like heâs staring right at you. Those feline eyes of his look so deeply into the camera, peer so powerfully into your eyes through the screen, it makes you look away. Thereâs something about that guy, something thatâs almost familiarâŠit makes a tingle race up your spine.Â
Youâre not sure if the feeling is good or bad, but you donât have time to think too much about it because Jaz is knocking on the dressing room door. A massive, burly man donning sunglasses is opening it, peering at you from over his shades. Jaz is moving past him, beckoning you to follow when you donât move, cemented to your spot.
Because youâre still thinking about that fucking picture.
âHey,â The goateed man says when youâve finally entered the room. You notice then that heâs wearing a black windbreaker with Security on one side and his name on the other. Your eyes quickly drift down to his nametag.
YagaâŠWith a little panda sticker next to his name. This old guy loves cute things apparently. Itâs sweet, makes you smile.
Yaga quickly introduces himself. âNice to meet you,â He grunts, no smile returned. âIâm head of security for the band. My nameâs Yaga.â He doesnât await a response from you, turning to speak with Jaz instead and you take that time to have a look around in the interim.
The dressing room is incredibly spacious. In a corner across the room, thereâs a snack table full of an assortment of candies and bags of chips with the members' faces on them as well as an array of drinks. Large couches are arranged throughout the room, enough space between them to give each member their own little area to lounge in. There are also vanity areas along the back wall with brightly lit mirrors and chairs for each member.
Youâre assuming itâs Shoko who sits in one of the vanity chairs getting her makeup done. She is the only female member after all. Sheâs as beautiful in person as she appears in pictures, though her hair is a lot longer than in the picture Jaz showed you earlier. Sheâs on her phone scrolling boredly, but when the door clicks shut, your eyes meet in the mirror and she waves quickly as the makeup artist applies her lipstick.
âHey,â is all she says.
On the far side of the room is a blonde man reading a newspaper, he glances up for all of two seconds when you enter the room and then heâs back to reading. Next to him is a girl who canât yet be in her 30s, leaning her head against his shoulder. They look cozy together. Maybe theyâre dating? You make a mental note to ask Jaz about this later.
Just a few steps away from you, seemingly appearing out of thin air by the snack table, is Satoru Gojo, lead singer of Demon Parade.
His eerily blue eyes glance up when you enter the room, and then he shoots you a beaming smile as he leaves his spot by the snacks and strolls over. He grins at Jaz who has now made their way back to you, rolling their eyes again as Satoru gets closer.
âJaz,â he purrs. âWhat do we have here? A meet and greet?â Gojo asks, eyes locked on his manager. His gaze wanders over their clothes as if he can see straight through them. âYou look good. Missed you last niââ
Jaz holds up a hand, cutting him off and getting straight to the point. They introduce you to Satoru, Shoko, Nanami and the woman sitting next to him who youâve learned is Nicole â their vocal coach, though she doesnât appear to be doing much vocal coaching while she makes googly eyes at Nanami.
Yaga sighs as he goes back towards the dressing room door and Jaz follows behind him, pulling their phone out and typing away. You donât miss that the moment Jaz is putting their phone back in their pocket, Satoru is pulling his out to quickly glance at his screen, smirking before he slides it back into his pocket.
Okay, thereâs clearly something going on there.
âCall me if you need anything,â Yaga utters to Satoru, but Satoru isnât even listening anymore. Heâs back at the snack table rummaging through the available items. Yaga pulls the door open to let Jaz exit first. Behind you, you hear him briefly grunting an âexcuse meâ as someone else enters the room before heâs also gone.
And you canât really explain it, but the moment this other person enters, the air in the room shifts.Â
At least for you.Â
They move past you, their bare arm just barely brushing against your own and you startle at the charge of pure electricity that jolts through you at the near contact. They seem to feel it too, because they pause, whipping around to look at you and youâre met with those sharp, cat-like eyes youâd just seen peering through a screen now staring into your own. That familiar tingle youâd felt outside of this very room zips back up your spine.
Suguru Geto stands before you, his beautiful face framed by his signature raven locks that now cascade around his shoulders. Heâs somehow even more striking with his hair down, beautiful. He says nothing as you stare each other down, the air between you thick with something you canât quite describe. The room around you blurs as your vision seems to hone in on Suguru and Suguru only.Â
Itâs after a few moments of tense silence that Suguru breaks eye contact first, eyes trailing down your form. And suddenly you feel as though youâre under a microscope, being so closely examined by him. You canât help but feel exposed. He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling with the motion. He cards his fingers through his strands, pushing them back, eyes narrowing when they meet your gaze again. His brows knit together for a moment and then he speaks.
âHave we met before?âÂ
Your pathetic body reacts immediately, melting the second his voice reaches your ears. Goosebumps race across your skin, even as your body feels like itâs being engulfed in heat. Your heart feels like itâs crawling up your chest and into your throat, your pulse is beating behind your ears so hard itâs making you dizzy.Â
What is this?
You donât understand this sudden racing of your heart, the way your hands feel clammy, the explosive reactions your body is having to him simply looking at you.Â
Suguru leans his head to the other side and the movement brings you back to reality, helps you to remember that youâre just standing there like a fucking idiot when he had asked you a question. You shake your head quickly, suddenly unable to find your voice.Â
Suguru looks you over once more, almost like he doesnât believe your answer, until Satoru interrupts.
âYouâve never met her. Sheâs our new assistant. Starting today,â he announces, mouth full, from what seems to be his permanent spot by the snack table. He tells Suguru your name. Suguru quickly glances back at Satoru before his eyes drift back to you again.
âYeah?â Suguru asks, eyes still on you. You can see Satoru turn back to the snack table from your peripheral, picking at different candies. âNice to meet you. Iâm Suguru,â he states.
For some reason, it dawns on you then that Jaz is no longer there to speak for you. Youâre on your own. Jazâs earlier words ring through your ears. Whether or not you get to keep this job depends on how well you do tonight.
So you clear your throat, finding your confidence again. You know what youâre doing and Suguru is essentially your boss. Just like the other members, so you needed to build a relationship with him all the same. âYes, Iâm your new assistant and Iâm very excited to be able to work with you all. Please let me know what you need and Iâll do my best to make sure youâre all happy.â
A small smile graces Suguruâs features and the tiny motion has your heart picking up speed again.
Fucking relax.
âYeah, I got a couple things you can do for me,â he voices.
âOkay,â you glance back towards Shoko who is eyeing you through the reflection of the mirror. âAnyone else need anything before the show?â She shakes her head indicating your assistance isnât necessary. You look to Nanami who couldnât look less interested in whatâs happening right now. Next to him, Nicole shakes her head as well.
âAll good here,â Satoru says, waving you off. âSuguru, be nice.â
âWhen am I not?â Suguru chuckles, closing the distance between you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. The contact makes your skin erupt with goosebumps once again.
Only this time, you feel a little less crazy about your body's seemingly random reaction to Suguruâs touch because as you glance down at the arm wrapped around you, see the telltale sign of goosebumps along his skin, too.
- - - - - -
Suguru doesnât have shit for you to do. The concert is happening soon so thereâs not much else left to do that the other staff hasnât already taken care of. Heâs not sure why he lied to you, but the moment he saw you, there was something familiar about you that he couldnât quite put his finger on. Heâs certain youâve never met, he wouldâve definitely remembered your face; lovely, beautiful, stunning, all the words that could describe how nice you were to look at. Looks aside, thereâs just something about you that has his mind reeling.
Heâd heard from Jaz that the band would be getting a new assistant today. Didnât make a difference to him, staff was staff. He was sure the new assistant would be fired by the end of the night, if not the end of the week. They could never keep an assistant too long, most of them deeming Satoru too needy, Shoko too cold, Suguru too mean. The list went on and on. The simple truth of the matter was Suguru had a goal, a plan for his success and if an assistant wasnât able to hang in there for the ride, then they werenât worth his time. Suguru stopped caring about who their assistant of the week was a long time ago.
So what was it about you that had him hiding you in his dressing room until the show started; showing you his favorite guitars, asking you about how you got this job, wondering how you liked it so far, if youâd heard their music? Any other assistant heâd have running to get him a coffee, doing menial tasks just for laughs. But for you, heâd grabbed a coffee with you and spent that time practically bombarding you with questions the moment he had you alone. Suguru knew more about you in 20 minutes than girls heâd dated for months. And he had no idea why he cared so much.
âAre you sure itâs okay for me to be here?â You ask. Leaning against the wall of his dressing room, Suguru watches as you sit on his dressing room couch, strumming the strings on his guitars.Â
âI mean, it shouldnât matter.â
âJaz made it clear I need to keep you all happy or elseâŠâ you make a dramatic slicing motion across your neck, pulling a laugh from Suguru.
After finding out Suguru did not actually have anything for you to help him with, he spent a few minutes trying to calm your mini panic attack where you told him about how nervous you were. How badly you needed this job. So heâd brought you back to his dressing room to hang out where no one would see you aimlessly wandering.
âThe guys said theyâre good, so no need to worry about them. Theyâre happy right now,â Suguru reassures you.
âAnd you?â You ask, eyes meeting his from across the room. It makes him inhale sharply, trying to calm the swift pounding of his heart. âAre you happy?â
He nods. âIâm happy.â You pluck a string on his guitar, the offkey note cutting through the tension Suguru was beginning to feel. âDespite your horrible guitar playing skills, Iâm happy.â
You laugh. âRude.â You pluck again, this time the note is more bearable. âIf I make it past today, Iâll be on the road to continue on tour with you guys,â you told him.
âOh yeah?â His eyes look on as your fingers dance along the strings of his guitar awkwardly. He could show you how to hold a guitar, how to hit a note thatâs not offkey, but heâs enjoying watching you struggle a little too much. Itâs cute, though his bodyâs reaction to watching the way you hold the neck of the guitar isâŠless appropriate than what the situation calls for. âHas anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?â
Because he wouldnât mind having your really nice hands wrapped around his cock.
The question comes out before he can stop it. For any other groupie heâd brought back to his room, the answer to the question wouldnât have mattered. Heâd just be making small talk, he wouldnât have even meant the compliment. But for youâŠhe was mesmerized by the way you held his instrument, the sight filling his head with lewd thoughts.
You freeze at his question, glancing back at Suguru. âNoâŠthank you?â
Suguru chuckles, moving from his spot on the wall to take a seat next to you. The air immediately thickens, this close proximity to you making it hard for him to breathe. âYou areâŠreally bad at guitar.â
âOh my god, were you this mean to your past assistants?â The question comes out with a giggle, as you set Suguruâs guitar down next to you, turning to face him.
He smirks, turning his body to face you as well. âOnly the ones who are shit at guitar.â
âOh, so you let all your assistants hang out in your dressing room and show them your instruments then?â
âNope.â
If anything Suguru was way fucking meaner to his past assistants. In less than two hours, you already had him cleaning up his act.
You make a face, scrunching your nose up in Suguruâs direction and he decides he likes you already. Yeah, itâs only been a few hours, but he wants to see that face more often. The choice wasnât up to him, though. You had to impress the other members, too. But that didnât mean he couldnât help you along the way.
A light knock at the door interrupts Suguruâs thoughts.
âYeah?â He calls and Jaz peers their head in, brows furrowing when they see you on Suguruâs couch.
âShe was cleaning my guitar for me,â Suguru lies easily, motioning towards the instrument next to you. Jaz either believes him or doesnât care because they donât even acknowledge it any further.
âShowtime, letâs go.â
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Suguru had been nice enough to give you some tips on how to ensure the band was happy after the show.
âNanami loves a good coffee and a book set up in his dressing room after a show,â heâd noted. âSatoru is easy. Leave him some of those little mochi candies with the red bean paste inside? Heâll eat like fourteen of them and pass out. Shoko literally just wants to be left alone after dealing with Satoru all day. Put a cigarette and a bottle of liquor â any kind â in her room and sheâs set.â
âAnd you?â You asked, nervously fidgeting in the hall outside of Suguruâs dressing room. Suguru had kept your mind off of panicking and inadvertently pissing someone off on your very first day. With no delegated tasks, no orientation or training and no clue in hell about each memberâs preferences, you were truly grateful to Suguru for all he'd done for you on your first day. He was your lifeboat today.
âMe?â It seemed heâd forgotten he was also a part of the band, which was even more endearing to you. Heâd been more concerned with making sure you were successful today than his own needs.
âYeah, you. I want to make sure everyone is satisfied.â
Suguru hummed a look flashing behind his eyes and disappearing as quickly as it came, it still sent a shiver up your spine all the same. He placed a hand on your arm, inhaling slowly. His eyes locked onto where his hand lay on your arm, like he could feel the way your stomach twisted, the way your breathing increased, how your pupils dilated just from his touch.
And Suguru could feel it. Because his body was reacting the exact same way.
âIâll be fine,â he breathed, letting go of your arm. âHopefully at the end of the night, Jaz will have good news for you.â
He turned to leave, but not before calling back, âIâll see you after the show.â
Now you stand on the side of the stage, unable to stop staring at Suguru as his hands fly along the strings of his guitar with ease, beautiful notes carrying out of the instrument and dancing around the stadium for the audience to hear. You canât get over the duality of this man.Â
Backstage heâs chill, if not a little intimidating. But in the short time youâd spent together, you found it easy to talk to Suguru and open up to him. He was funny, smart, insanely talented. You did not expect a rockstar as big as he was to be so down to earth.Â
Now as you watch Demon Parade perform their last song of the night, you canât help but think Suguru is the sexiest man on earth. The way his hair whips across his face when he shakes his head to the music, how his large hands control every note that drives the song, how his rich voice blends smoothly with Satoruâs to really push the message of the songs across. And when Suguruâs really feeling it, the way he lets the world see the tiny metal ball sitting atop his tongue.
He is so insanely sexy.
It seems every little move he makes has the crowd losing their minds, men and women alike screaming his name. And you canât blame them, occasionally rubbing your own thighs together to stoke the heat pooling between your own legs whenever Suguru would peer over to the side and grin at you mid song.Â
Fuck, working with him may end up being harder than you anticipate. If you are able to keep this job, youâll likely have to maintain a friendly distance. You donât trust yourself not to do something stupid with the way your body seems to respond to him any time youâre near each other.
When the show is over, Satoru thanking the crowd for coming out, the band members all go their separate ways to their dressing rooms. You wait in the hall, standing with Jaz who again is on their phone. They seem to always be working, but this time you watch their fingers fly across their phone screen, a tiny smirk on their lips. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling.
Youâre pretty sure Jaz and Satoru are sleeping together.
You nearly jump out of your skin when Jaz clears their throat, their eyes boring into your own. Did they hearâŠyourâŠthoughts?
And then they smile. âJust got the green light from the band. Youâre in.â
Eyes wide, you stand there gaping like a fish until you finally find your words. âJust like that? I meanâŠthereâs not a formal meeting or anything?â
Jaz shoots you a deadpan look, like youâre wasting their time with your stupid fucking question. âLook around you. Nothing about today was formal. Get used to it. Go home, pack your bags. Iâll email the details of where to meet us in the next couple days before we get on the road. Be on time please. Donât miss the tour bus leaving.â
They turn on their heels before you can thank them, making their way down the hall (in the direction of Satoruâs dressing room, you canât help but notice).
The clean up staff moves hurriedly around backstage, rushing off and on the stage. And you just stand there, the giddiness of the news bubbling in your chest. You want to scream about how happy you are, but you contain it, instead opting to go tell the person who helped you to lock in your spot today.
After a short trip down the winding halls of the arena, you knock softly on Suguruâs dressing room door. It doesnât take him long to answer, the door swinging open and revealing him in a loose fitting tee and some sweats. His hair is damp from a shower, strands clinging to his face, cheeks flushed. You can practically feel the heat of his bath radiating off of him.
Heâs as captivating off stage, like this, as he is on stage. You canât help but stare.
âHey,â he breathes, voice rough.
âHey,â you practically sigh, cheeks heating furiously.
Itâs just you two, standing there, staring at each other. The world continues to move, it all becoming a blur as you refuse to look away from the other. You, watching as the flush on Suguruâs cheeks slowly creeps from his face, down his neck and to the exposed part of his chest the âVâ in his shirt allows you to see. Him, watching as your chest rises and falls, breathes picking up rapidly as he gazes at you.
Youâd never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems so insane that just a few hours ago, youâd never seen or heard of this man in your life. Now in this moment, standing before him in front of his dressing room, it feels like he has a pull on you that you couldnât resist if you tried.
âJust heard from Jaz. Looks like Iâll be going on the road with you,â you tell him, voice coming out smaller than youâd intended.
âYeah?â His low voice is nothing but a whisper, eyes darting down to your lips quickly before they shoot back up to your eyes.Â
âYeah.â
Then his tattooed hand is cupping your face, your arms are looping around his neck, his mouth is colliding with yours as he pulls you into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Itâs dizzying, the heat rolling off is his body, his scent invading your senses. The hand touching your face slips to the back of your neck, making you sigh into his mouth. Itâs so fucking unfair how a move so simple had the power to make you melt into a puddle for him.
Suguruâs body molds against yours as he pushes you against the door of his dressing room, pressing his own arousal against your thigh. And you gasp, the thick feel of him making you moan.
âFuck,â Suguru presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek, rolling his hips into you. âI donât know what it is about you,â he groans, kissing along your cheek again, rolling his hips into yours once more.
You feel the same, like thereâs something about him that keeps drawing you to him. The stars only seem to continue aligning in your favor. First getting this job, this trial run day, meeting Suguru, Suguru helping to make sure you got to keep your job and you actually getting the confirmation you needed. Itâs like you were meant to meet one day. Youâre eternally grateful.
You press a kiss to Suguruâs lips, your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss, trying to taste everything you have to offer. Youâre panting into his mouth as he rolls his hips into yours roughly.Â
âI want you,â Suguru breathes against your lips. âI want you so fucking bad, Iâm losing my mind.â
His mouth is back on yours, hands grasping at your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You want him too, you probably want him just as badly as he wants you. But thereâs time for that. Youâll be on the road together for months. Thatâs surely enough time to have each other every which way you want. But tonight, you want to show Suguru how grateful you are to him.
âLet me thank you for today,â you offer Suguru breathlessly when you break the kiss. His brows knit together for a brief second before they rise at the same time you fall to your knees before him.
âAre you sure? You donât have tââ
âI want to,â you assure him. Suguru gulps, nodding as he watches you wet your lips.
Hooking your fingers into the elastic of his sweats and briefs, you tug down, freeing Suguruâs erection and wasting no time wrapping your hands around his length. Itâs just the way Suguru imagined when he watched you strumming his guitar. Better than he imagined, actually. He shivers when your hands grip him, your mouth watering with the thought of tasting him as you watch a drop of precum form on his tip.
Heâs big. Bigger than you had pictured. You swallow, thinking about how in the hell you were going to be able to possibly fit all of him in your mouth.
âTake it slow, baby,â Suguru tells you, as though he can tell what youâre thinking. He brings a hand down to gently caress your cheek.
Peering up, your tongue peeks out of your mouth, tentatively flicking against the head and Suguru sighs shakily, staring intently. He watches you closely, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as your lips fall open and you wrap them around his cock. You take him into your mouth, slowly sinking down as far as you can go before you pull off and sink down again.
Eyes locked, you watch with hardly concealed elation as Suguruâs pupils blow out, dilating so much you can no longer make out the color of his eyes.Â
âFuck,â Suguruâs hips buck forward like a reflex, head falling back as a deep groan falls from his lips. Your mouth is so warm, so fucking wet. He wants to revel in the feel of it. Doesnât want you to suck him so good he blows his load down your throat yet. He looks back down at you, at the way your mouth is stuffed full of him and youâre not even halfway down. Suguru utters a curse under his breath.Â
âStay right there,â he tells you, rougher than he intended, he knows it. But itâs so fucking important that you donât move right now or heâs done for. âJust hold it - ahhh, yeah just like that, angel.â
You place your hands against his thighs, holding yourself still with Suguruâs cock in your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the sound of his harsh breathing, his hands gently holding your chin, it all makes a delicious heat pool in your core.
Suguru takes a deep breath, pushes his hair back with his hands as he exhales. Heâs trying to catch his breath, trying to keep his composure right now, but fuck. Itâs so hard to hold it together with the way your mouth is stretched around him, with how heâs just barely halfway in and he can already see the tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as you try to take all of him.
Suguruâs had his fair share of flings come back to his dressing room with him, sure. But you⊠thereâs something about you that has his heart thundering in his chest, has his cock throbbing within the wet confines of your mouth, has him reaching down to caress your cheek and wipe the pooling tears away as you try to take him deeper. Your eyes close with the action.
âLook at me,â he pants. And you do, your beautiful gaze finding his again. âFuck, you look so pretty like this,â he purrs, loving the way you havenât moved since he told you to stay. Youâre already such a good girl for him. âThink you can take more?â
You mutter a muffled agreement against his cock, still not moving. Just the vibration makes Suguruâs balls tighten, a threat that heâs not going to last very long with you.
He hopes it wonât be like this the next time.
He also hopes there is a next time.
Because heâs beginning to realize something. It hasnât been that long since he met you. Hell, itâs been less than a day. But, heâs so fucking into you itâs insane.
You peer up at him from beneath your lashes again and Suguru hisses the moment your eyes connect. He runs both hands through his hair, his thick black locks cascading around his face as he looks down at you.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful. You know that?â
You nod your head, tongue pressing against the underside of Suguruâs cock as you slide more of his length down your throat. Youâre not going to be able to take all of him. He knows it.
You shift on the floor, thighs rubbing together to give you some sort of relief from the aching arousal between your legs. Suguru doesnât miss this. Youâve worked hard. You deserve to enjoy yourself, too. Itâs not like you got to keep your job only because of him after all.
âTouch yourself,â Suguru commands. âPlay with that pretty pussy while you suck my coââ His voice cuts off, a harsh groan ripping from his throat when you move forward, one hand squeezing his cock as you try to take even more of him, the other slipping into the waistband of your pants. âSo fucking good...â he whimpers, and you canât help but moan when your fingers finally meet the onslaught of wetness thatâs been rushing between your legs, absolutely soaking through your panties.
âJesus,â he murmurs, petting your hair before gently fisting the strands between his tattooed fingers so that youâre forced to look up at him. âAhâŠI love how hard youâre trying, baby. Think you can take it all the way for me, angel? Can you take it all the way into that tight fucking throat for me?âÂ
You nod enthusiastically, eager to please with a mouth full of Suguruâs cock and your fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The vision has Suguruâs eyes rolling into the back of his head. âYouâre gonna fucking kill me,â he sighs. Suguru pulls you forward, and you let him, going as far as you can until youâre gagging on his dick, the drool pooled in your mouth dripping from the corners of your mouth.
Even still, that doesnât stop the moans escaping, the little mewls that let Suguru know you were fucking loving this as much as he was.
âAh â fuck, fuckââ Suguru breathes, pulling you off of his cock with a loud pop. âI canât,â he pants. âI canât. If you do that again, Iâll cum ââ
You didnât wait for him to finish, taking Suguru in your mouth again, taking him as deep as you can go before pulling back and taking him in again. The lewd squelching noises of your slick fingers playing with your sweet little pussy and the mixture of your spit and Suguruâs precum hitting the floor of his dressing room fill the air. You take him to the hilt, your nose buried deep in his thick raven curls.
And Suguruâs hips began to move, fucking into your mouth as he held your head in place. This was what you wanted, right? Suguru warned you. Heâd warned you what would happen if you swallowed his dick like that again, if you choked on his cock like you just did one more time. He warned you and you kept going, pushing him closer and closer. So he couldnât help it when his body tensed, when his cock stiffened, when his thighs shook and his cock twitched in your mouth.
He couldnât help it when he pulled out of you as quickly as he could, pumping his cock with a quick âfuck Iâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry, babyââ muttered before his cum shot out of his swollen tip, covering your cheeks, your throat, your tongue and your chin.
And you couldnât help it when you pushed two fingers into your tight hole, pressing your thumb to your clit the moment Suguruâs cum covers your face. And you see stars, clenching hard around your fingers as waves of your orgasm crashing over you until your vision nearly blurs.
âShit,â Suguru murmurs with a sigh, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending shivers up his spine. He takes your arm, pulling your hand from your drenched panties, closely looking over the sheen of your release covering your fingers. He parts his lips, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking, licking your hand clean of your orgasm before he kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately and groaning when he tastes the mixture of both your releases. He doesnât even seem to care that his own cum now covers his face. The sexy grunts and moans tell you he loves it.
When he breaks the kiss, he looks you over, licking his lips of the mess he made between you. âLet me get a towel to clean us up.â
He stands, pulling his pants back up to his waist before he lifts you from your spot on the floor. You hear him shuffling around in the bathroom area as you take a seat on his couch. He returns shortly, sitting next to you. You close your eyes as he gently wipes the warm, damp towel over your face. âGod, you almost killed me.â Suguru huffs quietly.
You chuckle, opening one eye to peer up at him. âDamn, am I that good?â
Suguru smiles, chuckling. âLet's just say, Iâm not ever letting them fire you.â
Sorry for the spelling mistakes, English is not my native language and I am using a translator.
Favorite places to cum.
M I K E Y
Boobs, boobs addict, if he dies tomorrow he dies for your boobs.
Your breasts sucked on his hard, veiny cock, sweat mixed with precum, you went down and up, squeezing his penis with your tits.
âYou're a good girl, very good. âhe moaned without looking away for a single second, you swallowed hard while praying that no one from the gang peeked through the trees, there were 15 minutes left before the weekly gang meeting began, he had heard some motorcycles park in the temple.
â Open your mouth.
He ordered, you opened your mouth and slightly stuck out your tongue, receiving the tip of his cock every time it went up your breasts, Mikey began to move his hips in a more disorderly way and babbled your name, he was about to come
You continued with your movements and soon you saw his semen come out, staining your breasts and bra that was now on your waist, you knew that Mikey was multi-orgasmic so you didn't stop until he came twice.
He adjusted his pants and you tried to get the sticky cum off your breasts, you glared at Mikey.
âIdiot, look at the mess you made.
He didn't give a shit, he loved leaving your tits full of cum.
D R A K E N
Definitely your pussy.
In that position you could only observe his muscular and great figure, he penetrated your abused hole with speed and precision, you grabbed his strong arms trying to keep your sanity, his brow was furrowed and his muscles became more noticeable by the force he put.
âKe-ken, slower...
You pleaded between moans, he did the opposite, taking your hips and thrusting harder into you, hitting your cervix in the process.
You began to feel spasms in your belly, your tight and wet walls squeezed him, your face twisted with pleasure, he could admire the bulge that formed in the lower part of your stomach, product of his wild thrusts, he could go slower but not now that he had you crying and turning your head completely dumb for his cock.
His hot cum came out mixing with your juices and making you come instantly. He was still fucking your vagina full of his semen, enjoying the sound of the splash, the perfect creampie formed between your legs full of marks and bruises that he had taken care of doing.
He fell between your breasts completely ecstatic of you, smiling wryly, because they were only supposed to talk about being a couple again.
Now everything was clear.
B A J I
This man loves to cum on your face,
he told me.
âI don't give a shit if your jaw hurts tomorrow. âHe took your hair and introduced his penis back into your oral cavity, you had complained about the pain in your jaw and now he fucked your mouth more fiercely.
Without stopping sucking on it you protested, calling him an idiot and stupid , Baji understood your insults so he took it upon himself to give you the best arrogant smiles of his.
Seeing that your hair was in the way, he took off the hair tie that was holding his hair and tied your hair into a high ponytail, leaving only a few small strands loose.
You kept sucking on his cock, stroking his tense thighs, closing your eyes to concentrate on not clenching your teeth despite the pain in his mouth.
His moans filled the room, Baji was loud and you knew it, he wasn't ashamed of it and you liked knowing that what you were doing was enough to keep him moaning for a while.
Minutes passed and Baji was muttering bad words, announcing that he would soon cum, he quickly pulled his member out of his mouth and began to masturbate him up and down, biting his lower lip and letting go only to moan.
You closed your eyes knowing that if you got semen in your eye you were going to suffer a lot. Soon the whitish liquid fell on your face, you opened your eyes little by little, receiving the wonderful image of Baji lying with his head back in your chair.
It didn't take long for his penis to stand up again when he saw you muddy like that, you moved a little in your place, waiting to be fucked.
