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🍋Fan Service - Uruha (The GazettE) x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Uruha has this little habit of using his own fangirls to get off and you just happen to be one of the super lucky girls.

A/N: Ha, get the work name? Cuz it's fan service, but it isn't b'cause it's fan service 😂😂😂 I'm not funny sorry

Also ignore the fact the beginning probably doesn't make sense, I don't know how VK lives work and how it looks like in live houses! xD

C/W: Vulgarism! Maybe kind of rough(ish)

T/W: None!

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Uruha knew that what he was doing was completely morally wrong. He was well aware of it. But did he care? No. Was he planning to stop anytime soon? Also no! It's not like it's hurting anyone extra bad. Of course, he does manipulate girls by saying he likes them, but he's not necessarily lying! He does choose the girls who either catch his eye or manage to spark some interest in him. Only difference from his little fairy tales he tells them is that he usually forgets about them after the deed is over. But you don't know that, so that's why your naive self is getting dragged to his changing room right now.

"This is so exciting!" You chirped as Uruha was gripping onto your arm and making his way through the corridors to his changing room. The live was very exhausting, Uruha was still kind of sweaty when the meet and greet happened. He knew he needed relief. And he needed it quickly. And lucky for him, it only took a quick look at you and a small talk and he knew you were the one for his ritual. So he didn't think twice and here you are.

Uruha opened the door to his changing room, both of you stepped in and Uruha let go of your hand to shut the door behind you. As you observed the room, you heard him lock the door. There was nothing really special about it, except for the intense cigarette smell and the full ashtray on his vanity table.. and of course the fact that it was his changing room!

You heard the leather of the couch getting scrunched behind you, as Uruha sat down. "Come 'ere." Uruha said, making you turn around to look at the cold faced man.

You shyly made your way to the leather sofa and sat down next to him. "I still can't believe this, it's like a dream come true!" You chirped next to him. Uruha completely discarded your fangirling and just swiftly moved his hand onto your thigh, stroking it up and down. "Can I tell you something?" You asked.

Uruha let out a "Hm", to pretend he gives a darn.

"I've actually dreamed of this happening for such a long time.."

"Really?" Uruha asked coldly, not even trying to maintain eye contact, scanning your body instead.

"Mmhm! It's kind of embarrassing to admit though.." The thing is; this is atleast the 1000th time he has heard this. So it was hard to even pretend he's interested in this small talk and swooning over him.

Uruha leaned into your neck and started planting kisses on your soft skin, making you exhale softly. You felt your heart beat out of your chest. THE Uruha was kissing your neck right now! Unbelievable! On Uruha's point of view though, you were just another fuck toy. His heart didn't beat faster. His mind wasn't foggy. The only thing keeping him going was his selfish desire. I wonder why he does this. Why does he mess with everyone? Does he just do that to satisfy himself, or is it something else? Something deeply rooted inside of him? Was he perhaps doing it to boost his ego? To assert dominance? To show the world who's the king? Or does he really do it to satisfy his aching cock, throbbing in his pants right now.

It seems your sweet moans were a big turn on for him.

He licked on your skin, dragging his wet tongue over the soft flesh. You were so vulnerable. So small and helpless under him. He could do whatever he pleased with you and you would enjoy it. He knew it so damn well. He got himself onto your collar bone and sank his white teeth into your skin. You yelped in surprise and pain. Uruha gripped the skin in between his teeth. He traced his hands up your body, feeling your clothed boobs, roughly squeezing them.