"Miyuvi, are you paying attention?" you said with as serious a face as possible.
"Yeah yeah, I know what to do." Lying spread eagle in the middle of the floor, Miyavi grinned at you, his silver lip ring shined.
You licked your bottom lip in a trance. Miyavi grinned at the gesture and sat up.
"Ok. Let's start!" you turned quickly, snapping out of the trance and turned on the stereo.
You were Miyavi's personal choreographer. You were his seventh one this month, actually. The rest for fired for having unnecessary relations with this particular client. You decided to take on the job because you needed the money, and you weren't a whore. The Miyavi charm won't affect you....Besides, you had a boyfriend.
"1 and 2 and 3 and 4." You did your dance in the mirror and Miyavi followed clumsily. That wickedly seductive grin still plastered on his face. It frustrated you slightly.
Your session with Miyavi was just about over. You huffed and started to walk off.
Miyavi laughed, "Hey hey, Jessi. Don’t get so frustrated."
You looked at him and rolled your eyes. Catching sight of your ring, Miyavi held up your hand. "Oh, so you have a boyfriend?" You nodded, letting him play with your hand.
*If you can get me a better ring I'd gladly take this one off.*
"Now why are you frustrated?" he asked innocently.
"Because you have a show tonight and you're not getting this down." You muttered.
He laughed, "I'm Miyavi. I can do anything. Like this." He growled michievously. Miyavi grabbed your waist and grinded on you. You felt his manhood on your back side throbbing to the music.
*Catch your breath and wipe your mouth.*
You broke from his grasp. "Mr. Miyavi, are you trying to get me fired?" You gasped out of breath.
He replied to you with a grin, "No, I hope you stick around." You turned off the music and walked off.
"Miss Jessi!" Miyavi shouted behind you. You whirled around. "There's a promo party tonight. I want you to be my date."
You walked off, "I'll think about it."
He growled, "Making me wait, I like that…."
*Time Skip*
Dress after dress after dress. You had no idea what to wear. "I don't even know why I'm going."
*Because you know what he'll try to do to you.*
You shook off the thought.
"I have a boyfriend."
*But he doesn't have a vibrating tongue ring.*
"Hello, this is Miyavi."
"Hey, I'm not going. I have nothing to wear." You heard Miyavi laugh on the other side of the line.
"Just come to the party. I'll bring you something to wear." He said. You grimaced at his mischievous undertones.
"Don't make me feel stupid. I'm not a slut."
*But you'd wear anything he wanted you to.*
"I know, Miss Jessi. Just trust me, babe." You hung up.
*Time Skip*
It was party time.
The party had already started. You found Miyavi chatting with a large group of people. You caught his eye. He waved at you and walked your way, leaving a large number of people confused and disappointed.
"Hey Jessi. Go put this on." He reached over and pulled out a bag from behind the couch.
*Time Skip*
"Jessi! You look hot! Where'd you get that dress." He cooed playfully.
You looked down at yourself, "I can't believe I'm wearing this." You muttered.
He looked you up and down somewhat disappointed by your reaction.
*You loved that outfit.*
"Well I bought it just for you so you better get used to it." He stuck his tongue out at you.
"You what?!" you squealed.
He smiled, "So you do like my gift?" he laughed as you tackled him into a big hug.
"Thank you!"
"Here, let's go somewhere where it's quiet."
*Time Skip*
You clapped after Miyavi was done playing.
"Ah, so I'm not a total failure in your eyes." Miyavi whispered lightly tilting your chin up to him.
"No, I guess not." You replied.
Miyavi put down his guitar and swung his legs over the chair towards you. You two were in the backroom where his equipment was.
He looked at you mischievously, "So, Jessi. Do you find me the least bit attractive?"
*Take off your clothes and we'll see.*
"Maybe." You answered with a small smile.
Miyavi quickly pulled your chair towards him and leaned forwards, "How about now?" the words were a warm vibration on your neck.
You inhaled sharply.
"Oh, a reaction." He purred.
"Oh and about that boyfriend." You began.
"Can he do this?" he asked sliding his lip ring slowly along your collarbone.
You took another sharp intake of breath. You pulled away, "You're going to get me fired. Is this what you did with all of your choreographers?" you snapped.
Miyavi, not one to give up, pulled you towards him again, "They weren't as exotic looking as you, babe." He kissed you on the neck. "It's ok if you take a small bite. I won't tell."
*God, take me now!*
You stood frozen, "What makes your think I want to take a bite?"
"I can hear your heartbeat." Miyavi looked up at you and grinned.
*Do it!*
You pulled Miyavi's face towards you and kissed him fiercely. He laughed lightly, his lip ring moved against your bottom lip.
"I know where you can put that." You licked the ring that had distracted you for weeks now. The devil on your shoulder was coming out now.
He smiled, "You'll have to make me." He started a hot trail of kisses down your neck.
"Is that a threat?" you purred.
"It is. Be careful though. I play rough." His voice was like magma on the soft vulnerable flesh of your neck.
You moaned at the sensation. The Miyavi you knew and fantasized about was revealing himself to you.
Your eyes snapped open as the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure suddenly struck you. "You bit me!" you gasped.
Miyavi grinned up at you. "I told you I played rough. You're mine, princess."
Miyavi pulled you down onto the ground. "On your knees." He commanded.
You did as told, turned on completely by his lust filled voice. He unbuttoned his shirt. The length of his chest pressed against your back like a heated weight. Ever so slowly he unzipped your Lolita top, tracing your cleavage as he went along. Your flushing buds swelled in anticipation.
It was getting hot., really hot. Miyavi undid the rest of your top and slid his hand down your stomach. His swollen manhood throbbed against your backside. He was teasing you immensely, but two could play at that game.
Miyavi held onto your waist, signaling you to turn over but you denied his request with a simple, "Nope." You giggled at his frustrated grunt. Quickly he wrapped both arms around your waist and pushed his yearning piece into your backside, showing you a fraction of his frustration and grunting as he did. Again, and again he thrust without entering you. You bit your lip trying to keep your tease game going. The more he thrust the more you yearned for him. Your clit was so swollen now, that every thrust he made increased the throbbing between your thighs.
Miyavi reached his hand under you, flicking his finger over your pleasure center. You cried out provoking a smile from him.
"You're wet." He growled deeply.
Slowly, he slid a finger into you from beneath your skirt. You moaned deeply, the sensation was maddening. Sensing the reaction from you he thrust his finger in harder this time. You were on edge but he wasn't going to win. Quickly, you slid away from him and stood up.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled.
He picked you up and slammed you roughly into a wall, kissing you frantically as he did.
"I want you, Jessi." He moaned, shedding your Lolita top.
He put your hands above you head and kissed a trail down to your chest. He dug his nails down your back.
"Let me have you, Jessi!" He uttered again.
Roughly he undid his pants and lifted you up, licking your flushing breasts as he did so. You moaned aloud and he grunted in tortured anticipation. His light licks turned to lip-biting sucking. You couldn't take it anymore, "I want you inside of me!" You gasped.
He lowered you and stuck a finger inside of you to guide himself in.
"Are you ready?" he asked looking into you eyes.
"Yes."
You closed your eyes. In one quick thrust he pushed his way inside of you and moaned deeply into your chest. Both of you were already on the verge of climaxing. Slowly, he pulled out of you and again he pushed himself into you. You screamed at the feeling. A rush of pleasure rocked your body. Miyavi pulled you from the wall and laid you down onto your dress. With more force than before he entered you again and again and again. With each thrust the waves rocked your body. Before you knew it, you were controlling the pace, the speed, and intensity.
"Harder." You moaned.
Miyavi did as he was told. You rocked your body and each time you collided with his. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Slow down, Angel." Miyavi panted, you refused.
"Oh god, please do it harder. I'm about to cum."
Miyavi couldn't help himself. He slammed his manhood into you deeply, filling every inch of you completely.
"Angel, Please slow down. I'm about to –" you continued to roll your body meeting his with full force, until finally your muscles tightened and you were sent over the edge. Your back arched deeply and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you experienced the greatest bliss of your life. Miyavi gunted deeply, his warm seed spilling in to you.
Finally, he collapsed on top of you. Your contracting muscles, the final waves of pleasure, gripped around his now semi-errect manhood. He moaned lightly still in a blissful high.
Miyavi hugged you and smiled, "Ok you won that round."
*Time Skip*
You lie on your brand new dress panting with Miyavi.
He looked up at you and grinned, "It's ok. I won't tell anyone."
You laughed. "Good."
He sighed and looked upwards, "I've never been anyone's dirty secret.." he said to himself.
You smiled.
"Oh my god." A beautiful ganguro girl from the party walked in. You hid behind Miyavi to cover yourself.
"Can I join?" She said sweetly. You looked at Miyavi. He looked at you with a smile.
