in the music rooms, guitars and amp wires are hung against the walls, sound proofing cushioning the walls as suke sits around with his mates, his fingers playing a relaxing riff on his guitar while his band mates talk amongst each other and ramble on as all boys do.
joji, his best friend, and the drummer sits against the drum kit, tapping away at his phone as theres a gentle knock on the door.
“i’ll get it” one of the band members: the bassist calls, running to the door. he peeked through the window of the door. “fuck- joji, its your sister.” he spoke, cheeks flushing red as the rest of the band members scrambled away from one another, trying to cooly position themselves, fixing their hairs
joji sighed. “get a grip of yourselves..seriously..” he groaned, answering the door and hugging his sister hello. “hey {{user}}”
suke peeked over at the door, his heart racing.
Shoko waved at Joji with a smile, handing him a basket of assorted sweets and snacks. "I thought maybe you guys would be hungry."
"S-sure, that'd be nice." Suke mutters, glancing at Shoko shyly and then away as she enters the room. He clears his throat and looks over to Joji with a small smile, wanting to make some casual conversation while struggling with his feelings for her. "So, uh... how's life been treating you lately?" he asks cautiously.
He wonders if she likes their band, or if maybe there's something else going on in her life that he should know about. In the background, the bassist and another member continue to try to make themselves look less messy and distracted, glancing over occasionally as if they're not supposed to be doing so.
Shoko sits against the wall and puts her feet on Joji's legs, asking her to give her a massage because of the long walk she took. "Well, I brought chocolates, strawberries, grapes, bananas and several other fruits for you. There's juice in the bottle, orange juice."
"Th-thanks, Shoko." Suke stutters slightly, his heart racing at the sight of her perched against the wall with her legs dangling. He tries to focus on what she's saying, not wanting to seem rude or uninterested in her conversation. The other members have mostly stopped fussing now and are paying attention to their instruments instead, avoiding any eye contact with Shoko as best they can. "So... you uh, wanna listen to some of our new stuff while we eat?" he offers tentatively.
"Of course! Did you guys come up with any new songs?" Shoko takes a strawberry and dips it in melted chocolate and offers it to Suke.
"Yeah, we've been working on a few things." Suke grins proudly at her before taking the chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a bite, his eyes locked onto hers as he chews. He gestures for her to take a seat in front of the amps, indicating that they can play some music while they eat. "You wanna hear it?"
Shoko nods and smoothes her skirt before adjusting herself. "Well, I can give opinions if you want."
Suke smirks at her offer, feeling warmth spread through his chest. "Sure, we'd appreciate that." He glances over at the other members, who are already getting ready to play, nodding encouragingly at them. The bassist grins back, fingers sliding up and down the fretboard of his instrument eagerly. With a final glance at Shoko, Suke turns back to his guitar, adjusting the tuning pegs before resting the guitar against his shoulder and beginning to strum softly.
After a moment of hesitation, Suke glances over at Shoko before beginning to play the first few chords of their new song softly, not wanting to startle her. His heart races in his chest as he focuses on playing each note perfectly, aware that she's watching him intently. The other members join in, creating a gentle melody that fills the room and sets the perfect ambiance for their impromptu jam session.
His gaze flickers back to Shoko several times throughout the song, unable to resist her allure despite his best efforts not to seem too forward. A flush creeps up his neck as he realizes just how beautiful she is and how much he wants her approval. His fingers move faster on the guitar, the music growing more intense with every note played.
After a few minutes of playing, when the song ends, Shoko gets up and walks towards Suke and the drummer, saying the points that could improve on their part.
"Well, thanks for the input," Suke says with a nod, smiling shyly at her. His heart pounds in his chest as she stands so close to him, their bodies mere inches apart. Her every movement feels like an electric current coursing through him and he's struggling not to let his desire show too clearly.
He glances over at the other members, who are all listening attentively to her suggestions, nodding along in agreement and murmuring their appreciation for her insight. "You have a good ear, Shoko," he adds quietly, unable to tear his gaze away from hers.
Shoko smiles and hands another strawberry to Suke. "It's nothing, sometimes I help Joji at home with his songs."
His heart skips a beat as she hands him another strawberry, their fingers briefly brushing against one another in the process. He looks down at the fruit for a moment before raising his gaze back to hers, an unreadable expression crossing his features. "You know... I'd love it if you wanted to help us with our stuff too," he says quietly, biting into the strawberry as he waits for her reaction. His mouth is suddenly dry and his palms are sweaty despite the chilly air conditioning in the room.
The other members continue to exchange glances among themselves, carefully avoiding any further interaction with Shoko at this point. They all know how Suke feels about her and want to make sure he doesn't accidentally say something stupid or inappropriate while they're alone together. But for now, it seems like their plan has backfired: Suke is completely focused on Shoko
"Well, I'd love to help you guys." Shoko leans over and leans against the counter, her black hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Suke's heart soars at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest as he looks at her intently. "I really appreciate that," he murmurs, unable to hide the desire in his voice. He reaches out a hand and tentatively brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, feeling an uncontrollable urge to touch her. "We can work on something together sometime if you want."
His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. The bassist clears his throat loudly from across the room, breaking the intense moment between them. Joji laughs nervously, glancing back and forth between them before awkwardly changing the subject.
Suke looks away from the other four and looks at the curve of her breasts, clearly visible in her crop top. And look at how her skirt revealed most of her white panties when she bent over.
"It's... it's really up to you, Shoko," Suke stammers, his cheeks flushing as he tries not to stare at her. "I-I just think you'd be great at it." He swallows hard and looks away for a moment, taking a deep breath before glancing back at her again.
Her proximity is making it impossible for him to focus on anything else besides wanting to touch her, kiss her... take her right here on the table in front of everyone. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he struggles against the urge to reach out and pull her closer, afraid of what might happen if he gives into temptation.
The other members are still watching them cautiously from a distance, unsure how best to diffuse the increasingly tense situation without causing any harm or embarrassment. None of them want to see their friend and bandmate
"I just want what's best for the band, and I think that includes getting input from someone as smart and talented as you." Suke gazes into her eyes, trying to convey his sincerity. His heart is pounding in his chest, his throat tight with desire and longing.
The other members exchange another uneasy glance before excusing themselves one by one, slipping out of the room quietly. Joji gives Shoko a hug and promises to text her later about when they can meet up again. As soon as he's gone, Suke finds himself even closer to Shoko than before, his face only inches away from hers. "I really appreciate you being here tonight," he whispers hoarsely, "and everything you said... and did."
His breath caresses her cheek as he waits anxiously for a response, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to close the distance
Shoko smiles and puts her hand on Suke's chest. "you can thank me in another way, a more intimate way."
A startled gasp escapes his lips as Shoko's hand settles on his chest, her soft fingers sending a jolt of desire straight to his core. His heart races, and he can feel the blood rushing to his face as his gaze remains locked on hers. The words 'I want that too' hover on the tip of his tongue, but fear of rejection keeps them trapped in his throat.
His fingers itch to touch her skin, to pull her closer still. He can feel the heat emanating from her body, and all he wants is for this moment to last forever. Desire threatens to consume him as he leans in ever so slightly, his lips mere inches away from hers now, aching to taste her sweetness once more.
"Come on, now that the others are gone and we're alone, there's no need to be afraid to do this." Shoko kisses the corner of Suke's mouth, while her hand goes down to the part above his crotch.
The touch of her hand sends an immediate and powerful jolt of desire straight through him, making it impossible to resist her any longer. With a soft moan, he presses closer to her, his lips seeking hers in a fiery kiss that consumes them both. His free hand finds its way up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against hers.
Her touch on his erection only serves to fuel his need for her, and with a groan of pleasure, he reaches down and cups her warm bottom in his hand, squeezing gently before lifting her up onto the table, their bodies now aligned and pressed together from thigh to chest. His hips roll forward, grinding against hers as he tries desperately to feel even closer to her, unable to believe how right this feels.
Shoko pulls away from the kiss only to smile and bite her lower lip, staring at Suke seductively. "It would be better if you took off that shirt."
"With pleasure, ma'am," he breathes, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, revealing toned muscles and a trail of dark curls leading down to his waistband. His heart pounds in anticipation as he watches her reaction to his body, hoping that she finds him as irresistible as he does her.
With renewed urgency, he presses against her once more, moaning softly into her neck when their hips meet in perfect rhythm. The feeling of her soft curves against his hard length is almost too much to bear; he needs release and wants nothing more than to feel her body quiver around him as they find their mutual climax.
Shoko strokes the fur that runs down his groin while kissing his neck, using her other hand to stroke his hair. Suddenly, Suke's cell phone rings. It was the drummer, Maxon.
"Fuck," Suke curses under his breath, groaning as he's forced to break the kiss and dig through his pockets for his phone. He glances at the screen with a mix of annoyance and reluctance before answering it cautiously. "Hey... what's up?"
He listens to whatever Maxon has to say, wincing and shaking his head as he does so. When the call ends, Suke lets out a frustrated sigh and flops back onto the table, staring up at the ceiling. "Sorry about that... guess we'll have to continue this later."
He can feel Shoko watching him from across the room, her expression a mixture of disappointment and desire. He wants nothing more than to go back to where they were before the phone call interrupted them, but he knows they need to be careful. The last thing he wants is for anything bad
Shoko snorts and adjusts her crop top and hair before getting down from the table and packing her things.
"Look, I'm sorry about that," Suke apologizes, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. "It won't happen again, I swear. Can we... talk about this? Find a way to make sure it doesn't interrupt us like that?" He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and taking her hand in his. "Please, Shoko." His voice is full of desperation, and he can feel the need building inside him again, threatening to overcome all reason.
Shoko sighs and looks at Suke, her hair falling in her face. "You just said to stop here, why should I stay? You must be pretty busy to ask me to stop."
"I didn't mean that," Suke blurts out quickly, a pang of guilt stabbing at his gut. "I just... wanted this time with you. I need it. You have no idea how much I want you to be part of our lives." He looks her in the eyes imploringly, not sure what else to say that wouldn't sound desperate or foolish. His heart races in his chest, and he can feel the warmth spreading through his body at her nearness.
"Please," he whispers, squeezing her hand gently. "Don't leave me hanging like this."
Shoko sighs and looks at him for a few seconds. She smiles and looks away. "Your cuteness will end up fucking me one day." Shoko approaches Suke, leaving her things on the counter.
"I promise it won't," Suke whispers, his heart skipping a beat as she draws nearer. "You're special to me, and I'll never do anything to hurt you." His fingers tighten around hers, the sensation of her skin on his sending shivers down his spine. He leans forward, lips brushing against her ear as he continues, voice low and intense. "I want us to be together, Shoko... forever."
A soft moan escapes him when their bodies finally touch, her curves pressing against his hard length once more. With a groan of pleasure, he pulls her closer, deepening the kiss and losing himself in the feel of her lips moving against his own. His hands slide up her back, tangling in her hair as he devours her mouth, hungry for more of her sweetness.
Shoko moans during the kiss and places her hand over his on her cheek, placing the other on his shoulder. Her hair tickles his arm that is wrapped around her waist, her nail scratches his hand... Everything about her drives him crazy.
His heart pounds in his chest as she moans against his lips, her fingers digging into his skin with a need that matches his own. Her hair feels like silk beneath his fingertips, and he can't help but wonder what it would feel like sliding through his hands as they explored every inch of her body. The sounds she makes when he touches her send shockwaves of desire coursing through him, making it impossible to think about anything else.
With a groan, he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together as they seek out deeper pleasure from one another. His hand moves lower on her back, gripping her ass and grinding her harder against his erection, desperate for release but unwilling to break contact with her mouth. As their need grows, so too does the urgency in his movements, until all he can focus on is feeling her skin slide against his and hearing her mo
Shoko pulls away from the kiss only to climb onto the counter, spreading her legs.
With a growl, Suke climbs onto the counter after her, his hips meeting hers as their bodies align once more in perfect harmony. His hands move up her thighs, cupping her bottom and squeezing firmly before sliding higher still, gripping her waistband and tugging it downwards over her hips. He watches with hungry eyes as her black panties are revealed, the lace trim tickling his fingers as he pulls them aside, revealing her smooth skin and already damp curls.
With a guttural groan, he pushes into her, their bodies joining in an explosion of pleasure that leaves them both breathless. Her warmth envelops him completely, stretching taut around his length as they begin to move together in perfect rhythm. His hands hold her hips tightly, guiding her movements and drawing out every drop of desire from her
Shoko moans Suke's name and wraps her arms around Suke's neck, supporting herself. "Fuck... So big..."
Her words send a shockwave of pleasure coursing through him, and he thrusts harder into her, unable to contain the need that's built up inside him over the past few minutes. Her skin feels like fire beneath his fingers, and every moan she utters only serves to drive him deeper, faster. He presses close against her, his lips finding hers once more as they move together in a frantic dance of lust and desire.
Her nails scrape against his shoulders, drawing lines of pleasure up his back and down his arms. He growls into the kiss, feeling her tighten around him in response, and with one last powerful thrust, he comes, shouting her name as waves of release wash over him. For a moment, they're both still, their bodies joined in the aftermath of passion before she gasps and collapses bonelessly against him. Her breath coming in ragged pants and her cheeks
Shoko pants for a few minutes until she kisses Suke and bites his tongue playfully and smiles. "Can you imagine if others find out about this?"
His laughter dies in his throat as he realizes the implications of their tryst. "They'd never understand," he whispers, nibbling gently on her earlobe before kissing it softly. He slips out from under her and turns around to gather up his things, quickly stowing them away in his bag. Once that's done, he turns back to face Shoko, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So... you want to see me tonight?"
Her gaze meets his, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Suke feels a cold trickle of fear slide down his spine before she breaks into a small grin and nods slowly. "Yeah," she says softly, her voice still laced with desire. "I think I do."
After Shoko finishes getting ready, the two leave the studio together. Suke gives her a helmet and gets on the bike, waiting for her to get on too. When she stops, he starts the motorcycle and starts heading towards her and Joji's house.
As they ride together, the wind blowing through their hair and cooling the sweat that still clings to their bodies, Suke can't help but feel a sense of euphoria washing over him. He glances at Shoko out of the corner of his eye, admiring her profile as she leans into each turn, her long black hair flowing behind her like a silken veil. The image is enough to send another wave of desire coursing through him, and he struggles to focus on the road ahead.
When they arrive at Joji's house, Suke pulls up in front and kills the engine, then turns back to Shoko. His heart skips a beat as she looks up at him, her eyes heavy with desire and a touch of mischief. The sound of her throaty laugh fills his ears as he reaches out and takes her hand, helping her off the bike. "Well," he
Shoko kisses the corner of Suke's mouth and blows a kiss, walking towards the door. "See you later?"
He laughs softly, his eyes locked on hers as she disappears inside the house. "Later," he whispers, a note of promise and desire in his voice before turning and straddling the bike once more. With a last longing glance at the door through which she'd vanished, he kicks the stand up and takes off down the street, eagerly anticipating the night ahead.
After a few hours, at 7pm, Suke receives a group call from the boys in the band. They were planning to go to the movies tonight to watch Venom 3. Maxon asks Joji to take Shoko, as it could be more fun with her there, and all the boys agree with Maxon.
His heart sinks as he answers the call, feeling his stomach twist into knots at the mention of Shoko and Joji. "Yeah... I'm actually hanging out with her tonight too." His voice comes out faint, almost apologetic. The others don't miss a beat; they just assume that he was talking to someone else and carry on with their plans without him.
As the group chat begins to buzz with excitement over movie times and popcorn flavors, Suke can't help but feel a growing sense of disappointment and rejection in his gut. The thought of spending time with the others without Shoko is suddenly not nearly as appealing as it once was.
After everyone hangs up the call, Suke gets up and takes the towel, going to take a shower. During the shower, as the water runs through his hair, he remembers Shoko's warmth around his erection, wanting her to be there with him.
With a groan, he climbs out of the shower, reaching for a towel as water drips down his chest and abdomen. The memory of her body wrapped around him plays like a seductive dance through his mind, fueling his desire even further. Unable to resist any longer, he picks up his phone and types out a message to Shoko, fingers hovering over the send button for several agonizing moments before finally hitting it.
After a few long seconds, Shoko responds to Suke's message. "Of course. Where do you want to meet? What time?"
"Can you come over to my place instead? We can order some food and watch a movie in my room." He sends her the address before pausing for a moment, debating whether or not he should add anything else. His fingers hover over the keys again as desire war with caution within him. Finally, he decides on an innocent smiley face emoji to sign off.
After a few long minutes, Shoko responds. "Of course. Do you plan on doing anything else besides that?" It was clear that there was desire and lust disguised in this message. But before Suke can respond, she sends another message. "I can send you a photo so you can get ready, if you want."
Suke blushes at the thought of her sending him a photo, anticipation and excitement stirring within him. "I'd like that," he types quickly before realizing she might misinterpret his eagerness as pressure. He hesitates for a moment, then adds, "but only if you want to." His fingers hover over the send button again, debating whether or not to add something flirtatious, but in the end, he decides against it. Better to play it cool and let her lead the way.
The wait feels interminable as he awaits her response, his heart racing with anticipation. Finally, his phone vibrates with her reply.
It was a video of Shoko playing with her breasts, blowing a kiss to Suke at the end of the video. The video lasted a total of one minute. After a few long seconds, she adds: "I'm coming. Do you want to pick me up?"
He quickly replies, unable to contain his excitement: "Yes, I'll come get you in 10 minutes." His heart races at the thought of seeing her again so soon and having another chance to be with her. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he counts down the seconds, dressing in fresh clothes and listening for the knock on his door. Finally, there's a gentle tap and he swings it open, revealing Shoko standing outside in all her glory. "Hey," he says breathlessly, unable to hide his admiration.
Shoko smiles and enters Suke's house, looking around. After a few seconds of watching, she looks at Suke again. "Did you like my video?"
"It was... amazing," Suke says, his voice barely above a whisper as he takes her in once more. "I couldn't stop watching it." He moves closer to her, taking her hand in his and pulling her toward him. As she leans in for another kiss, he pauses, gazing into her eyes. "But I think I'd like to see the real thing even better," he whispers before pressing his lips against hers hungrily.
Her moan fuels him as he deepens the kiss, his hands running up and down her back, exploring every inch of skin he can reach through her clothes. With a groan of desire, he urges her toward the bedroom, his need for her growing by the second.
Shoko laughs seductively as Suke puts her on the bed like a doll. "You can always ask for videos like this, I would send them to you without thinking twice."
"That's good to know," Suke replies, his words coming out raspy and breathless as he moves between her spread legs. "But right now, I think the real thing would be even better." He leans down, kissing along her collarbone before licking her nipple through her bra. Her shudder of pleasure sends a wave of desire coursing through him, making it impossible to resist any longer. With a growl, he yanks her bra off and throws it aside, his gaze fixed on the perfect peak now revealed to him. Without further ado, he lowers his head and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he rolls it between his teeth. Her hips arch off the bed, seeking more contact with his mouth, her moans filling the room.
Shoko pulls Suke's hair, pressing her hand painfully into Suke's hair. She continues to moan, louder and louder.
The feeling of her hand tangled in his hair, the taste of her nipple on his tongue, and the sounds of her pleasure filling the room send a rush of desire coursing through him. He sucks harder, relishing the feel of her body arching off the bed as she gives herself over to pleasure. Her moans grow louder, becoming almost desperate, driving him wild with need.
With one last groan, he pulls away from her breasts and straightens up, his gaze meeting hers for a brief moment before he tugs at her jeans, pushing them down her hips along with her panties. He watches as she is bared to him, glistening and wet in anticipation of his touch. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches out and caresses her through the folds of her skin, feeling her heat singe his fingertips.
"Shoko," he
"Fuck... You're not going to give me a break..." *Shoko laughs and starts kissing Suke's neck, her hand going up under his shirt, stroking the hair on his stomach that goes down to his crotch. * "It's unfair for you to leave me naked and keep my clothes on, don't you think? Take off your clothes."
He lets out a shuddering breath, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue as he stares down at her. Her hands slide up his chest, tracing circles around his nipples before moving lower, grabbing at the waistband of his boxers. "Then take them off for me," he rasps out between clenched teeth, arching into her touch. With a groan, he closes his eyes and leans down, kissing her again as she slides her hand lower still, finally wrapping her fingers around him, warm and slick from her own arousal.
Her other hand slides up his back, digging into the flesh of his shoulder before raking through his hair, urging him closer still. The sensation of her skin on his, their breath mingling as they kiss, drives him wild with need and desire for her. Heat pools in his lower abd
Shoko lifts his shirt up his arms, revealing his toned and defined abdomen. She smiles and drops her hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, playing with it before slowly lowering it, lowering the rest with her feet where her hands couldn't reach. "Now you're just in your boxer."
He groans as she trails her fingers lower still, making quick work of pushing his boxers down to join his sweats on the floor. "Now you have me all to yourself," he whispers before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath. With one hand tangled in her hair and the other cupping her breast, he rolls onto his side, nestling their bodies together as close as they can possibly be. His lips find her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin before moving lower still, until he reaches the valley between her breasts where her heartbeat pounds against his lips. His tongue dances across her areola, teasing and taunting her until she arches into him, seeking more contact with his touch. "Shoko," he whispers, unable to keep the ache from his voice as desire burns through every fiber of his being.
Suddenly, Shoko and Suke's cell phones ring at the same time. On Shoko's cell phone it was Joji and on Suke's it was Maxon.
"Fuck," Suke curses, his voice harsh as he scrambles to find his phone on the nightstand. "It's Joji." He answers it with a growl, glaring at Shoko over her shoulder. "What do you want?"
As he listens to Joji's explanation about dinner plans and Maxon's invitation for them all to go out tonight, his anger begins to fade, replaced by a wave of disappointment and regret. "Yeah... We'll be right over," he mutters before hanging up and tossing the phone aside with a frustrated sigh.
"Looks like our plans have changed," he tells Shoko, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. "They want us all to go out tonight." A heavy silence settles between them as they both contemplate the possibility of being apart later on. For now