(Demons 'tween her thighs come and make them stand-Powerwolf) Band rivalry between you and Belial has always had underlying sexual tension. Headlining at the same event after Belial makes yet another flirtatious you finally snap. Dragging him back to your tour bus, you pin him and give him exactly what he wants (something about Belial just really make me want to top him idk man he’s so thirsty)
Headlining at Auguste Music Festival.
It was the dream for any rock band in the current day and age to realize into existence.
And yet, even after you sang your heart out to a sea of attendees who paid top dollar to enjoy the festival, you were pissed.
You couldn’t have asked for a better performance from yourself or your bandmates. No technical glitches, the crowd was lively and full of fans who knew the lyric to every song you performed--even the unreleased tracks that you played just for the fun of it.
Social media was ablaze with the name of your band trending across the world.
But it wasn’t merely because you put on one hell of show.
Rather, it was because Belial, the lead singer of Paradise Lost, was live-streaming himself standing to the side of the stage while you performed. From bluntly uttering out vulgar comments when you would so much as bend over while singing out to the crowd or twirl the microphone in your hands, to hungrily licking his lips when you would tug at the collar of your top to relieve yourself from how warm your body was becoming, he held not a sliver of shame while spectated by thousands of his fans and onlookers who hopped on once they saw his face on the trending page.
After all, it was a well known fact that there was a rivalry between your band and his, since the both of your groups began your rise to acclaim at the same time. You never hid your disdain when interviews would bring up Paradise Lost, especially as a means to compare your music with theirs, all while Belial--seemingly thrilled by how annoyed you were--would go on and on of how he prided himself on being an inspiration of sorts for your music.
HLAGHLKAGLHKA BELIAL REALLY NOT GIVING A FUCK OMGGG WE STAN A KINKY KING!!! AUGUSTE GIVING US THE DRAMA WE DESERVE!!!
It was one of the many comments that was displayed on your screen as you scrolled through social media on your phone.
Having since retreated from the stuffy Auguste heat of the open-air mainstage to the enclosed chilled air of your tour bus, you did what you could to bring yourself down from the rage that spiked through your blood upon realizing what was going on online.
And shutting up Belial was the first step towards some much needed tranquility.
Not even making it to one of the tour bunk beds, you had him sprawled upon his back on the floor. With your thighs on either side of his head, you kept him pinned beneath you while your hips pressed down against his face, your dribbling core planted right over his awaiting lips. One of your hands kept a firm grip on his wrists while anchoring them to the ground, the fingers of the other swiping through your timeline to like and share fan photos, videos, and comments.
As much as an arrogant, shamelessly depraved individual that he was, at least Belial wasn’t lying from all those encounters where he would purr into your ear on how he knew how to put his tongue to good use.
For every touching fan comment you read that made your heart swell, the quick circling of Belial’s tongue circling around your clit made your breath hitch.
“Enjoying the appetizer, baby~? Just wait until we get to the main course~”
The swipes against your core came to a pause, with those words just spoken to you hummed against your inner thigh. You could feel a shift beneath, which--with a glance back--was due to Belial eagerly bucking up his hips, having your eyes shift to the large bulge that had formed and was protruding through the intricately designed leather of his pants.
Your phone still in hand, you reached to grab at a handful of his hair as you readjusted your hips, planting more of your weight against his face. Ignoring his pitifully delighted groan, you huffed out, “Don’t get any ideas. This is just to shut you up.”
He obliged, the drags and licks of his tongue far more frequent and eager, seemingly enthused by your taking charge.
As your back arched against his mouth, you released his hair to continue searching through social media.
The next post you encountered was a screencap of Belial’s livestream, of him grinning to the camera while he made a heart with his thumb and index finger while you were in the foreground, all with the caption of “i wish these two would get along :((( they could be so powerful together if they collabed!!”
You turned your head back towards his hips, your gaze lingering on his stiff erection, which just looked so constrained within his pants.
Your mind weighed the options of having his body on yours after years of rejecting his stupid boldly flirtatious ways.
Switching off your phone, you set it on the ground before you released a contemplative sigh as your fingers reached for the hem of your top.
“...If we do more than this, you better shut your mouth forever.”
Belial grinned.
Like he could ever bite his tongue around you.
