♡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈! if you're not comfortable with that please skip that part of the story. ♡ in no way do i mean to disrespect juliet by writing this scenario. with this disclaimer out of the way, i hope you all like this imagine, regardless!

Lilith Czar was a monster.

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. Truthfully, you didn't know why you didn't like her. It wasn't like you were jealous or anything—although she was gorgeous, radiating a sexy ethereal energy that anyone would die for.

She was sweet to you one minute and the next she acted as if you didn't even exist. You weren't sure if she even liked you. That bothered you, and you weren't sure why.  Maybe it was the fact that she was on your mind all the time and the fact that you wanted to kiss her so badly that it nearly killed you.

But you wouldn't dare admit that.

You were the best friend of her drummer, Lindsay. So it was obvious that she would bring you up as a possible alternative when the guitarist for Lilith's band, Justice, fractured his wrist, especially since you were what Lindsay called "absolutely gifted at shredding the guitar". Lilith asked to hear you play, and as soon as she heard you do a cover of her most popular song, Anarchy, she asked you to join her band on the spot. You were happy at the time, so of course, you obliged. There was no reason for you to say no.

Now, there were times when you wished you hadn't joined her band.

Tonight's show was one of those times. You couldn't help but keep your eyes on her throughout the entire set as she strutted on stage, looking as beautiful as ever as she performed her songs with her band. Then, she announced to the crowd that she would be playing an unreleased song. You knew which one it was—a single titled Monster slated to be released on Nita Strauss' new album. One that you knew very well.

You almost questioned if the song was written with you in mind.

Lilith had powerful and sexy vocals, which was something you knew, but the studio version of this song that you'd been lucky enough to hear before its release...drove you wild. So, performing it live would be quite a challenge. Somehow, you powered through—until you got to the second verse.

"No hope for tragedy, what's born when you sleep with the enemy?" She walked in your direction, and you swallowed hard, trying to focus on playing your guitar and singing backup vocals. Lilith stops in front of you, her eyes dark with an emotion you can't quite comprehend. She's so close to you that you can barely think straight.

"I feel the judgment comin'," she sings, her voice low and alluring. "And I feed on the lies that you tell me..." The crowd roars when, without warning, she reaches up to grasp your jaw in her tattooed hand, her lips inches from yours as she sings. You could have melted into a puddle.

"Rage is running through my soul, losing all control...."

The way she looked into your eyes at this very moment made your heart feel as if it was going to burst out of your ribcage. Her hand slowly trails down until it just barely grips your throat. You can't help but let a soft whimper leave your lips. Your cheeks instantly turn scarlet at the thought of her hearing your sound of shocked pleasure.

"No faith I'll ever find my way."

Then, before you can even comprehend what just happened, she steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. However, as she turns to face back to the roaring crowd, you swear that you see a smile gracing her plump lips.

Fuck. You hated the fact that she got this reaction out of you without even taking your clothes off. You wish that she was yours. It makes you feel a sudden surge of anger. You grit your teeth, trying your hardest to continue to play.

"Is it love? Is it hate? You know sometimes they feel the same," she sings. "Yeah, you bring out the monster in me."

You knew what would stem from this. Fans would speculate if you and her were secretly together, and begin to ship the two of you online. Not only that, but you knew photos would circulate on Twitter before the end of the night. You wondered if this was perhaps a ploy, a way that Lilith knew would bring her even more stardom. After all, she had just gotten out of a ten-year relationship with Andy Biersack. But then again, no matter how you felt about her—or rather, didn't know how to feel about her—you knew she wasn't the kind of person to pull a publicity stunt.

Now, you can't help but wonder if her hand just barely grasping your throat was for a reason. Did she do it to get a reaction out of you? Perhaps she thought differently of you after all.

Maybe, just maybe, she even liked you.

Fuck, why were women so confusing?

You're so deep in your thoughts that you almost miss the transition into the next song, the final song that Lilith will play. She ends her show with Lola, another one of her most popular songs. You knew it was personal to her and can't help but feel tears prick at your eyes as her voice starts to waver near the end of the song.

You watch Lilith as she interacts with her fans in the crowd, standing right on the edge of the barricade. A young girl with bright red hair who couldn't be older than fifteen grabs her hand, and she clutches it tightly as the girl cries, belting the lyrics that you knew resonated with so many people. She hugs the girl tightly, making you smile.

"Take me back home..."

The flashing blue stage lights dim and the crowd roars as Lilith ends her show. She thanked her fans, and you along with everyone else knew just how much Lilith loved her fans. They were her everything, her reason for breathing.

"Come check out the merch tent after the show. I'll be doing signings!" she says into the microphone. The crowd roared. "Have a good night!"

You and the rest of the band, along with Lilith, exit the stage. Lindsay and Evan were both buzzing with excitement, yet you couldn't stop thinking about your encounter onstage with Lilith.

"Linds? Have you seen Lilith?" you ask Lindsay as she took a swig from her water bottle.

She's in thought for a moment before she replies. "She was at the merch tent just now with Katie. I think she was meeting some fans."

You nod. "Thank you."

It isn't long before you find her, exactly where she said she would be. She snaps a photo with a fan, smiling wide. Then, her smile never wavering, she thanked the blonde haired girl for coming to her show, and signed her CD. She squealed and giggled with her friends as they walked away. Lilith noticed you, and her smile faltered, only for a moment.

"Y/N, hi!" Katie greets happily.

You wave shyly. Lilith waves, and turns her attention to another eager fan, who asks her to sign her stomach so she can get the signature tattooed on her.

"Whoa, you sure?" she joked with a laugh. "I don't have the prettiest handwriting."

The girl nodded and lifted up her shirt, revealing her stomach. Lilith placed a hand on the girl's hip to steady herself as she crouched down. You suddenly feel very jealous at Lilith's choice of hand placement, but push the idiotic thought away. She was just interacting with her fans. There was no reason to be jealous—it wasn't like she was yours.

Lilith looks up at the fan with a grin before standing. She towers over her due to her four inch platform boots. "All done. Hope you like it," she said with a giggle.

The girl blushed, then nodded. "I love it! Thank you so much."

"No problem, gorgeous."

The girl blushed again. "You're even prettier in person," she said, then slapped her hand over her mouth, almost as if she hadn't meant to say it out loud.

But, Lilith grins. "Thank you," she said playfully, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. She knows she's beautiful, just look at her, you thought, unable to hide your smile.

Once the fan walks away, you step up to Lilith. "I need to talk to you," you said.

"Okay," She turns to face you, crossing her arms over her chest. "Talk." She was a good bit taller than you, all thanks to her platform boots. You blush.

You shake your head. "No. Not here. In...private."

Lilith nods slowly, seeming to read your every thought. She turns to face Katie. "Katie, I gotta go. I'll be back."

Katie smiled. "No worries. I can run a merch table by myself. I've done it before. Remember the Disrupt tour?" she grinned. "Those girls nearly bought out your entire merch table."

You grab onto Lilith's slender hand and tug her outside of the venue to the tour bus. It's dark outside as the sun sets, and the moon is just barely visible in the sky above you. The moonlight casts a pale glow on her skin and you swallow hard, entranced by her beauty. She doesn't bother to look at you as she opens the door of the bus. Then, she pulls you up the steps and slams the door shut, locking it.

Her grip on your wrist is tight as she pulls you past the lounge area and down the hall until you reach the bathroom of the tour bus. She shoves you into the rather large bathroom and locks the door. Then, she whirls around to face you.

"What are you doing—"

You're cut off by Lilith's mouth suddenly on yours. She pushes you against the locked door of the dimly lit restroom, gripping your hips tightly. Her kisses are harsh and passionate, so much so that you almost contemplate the possibility of her bruising your lips. She tugs your white Lilith Czar crop top that you had gotten from her merch table a week ago over your head, leaving you in your bra.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked as Lilith bombarded your neck with open-mouthed kisses, her hands eagerly unfastening the clasp on your lace bra. "Sometimes I think you might hate me. Sometimes...I think I might hate you."

Once your breasts are free, she wraps a tattooed hand around your throat, smiling.

"We both know that's not true," Lilith replied in a low whisper. Her plump lips were now inches away from yours. "Because you're real eager to fuck me right now."

"And?" you challenged.

"And..." she trails off, the grasp on your throat tightening slightly. You hold back a soft moan at the feeling. "I know just how much you enjoyed our little show onstage, right? You could barely hold back that sweet moan of yours. Look at you, my hand around your throat. You're probably fucking soaked right now, aren't you, Y/N?"

Your cheeks grow hot, and you're sure that you're blushing. Lilith grins. Her smile was something that you weren't surprised about at all. It was clear to you now that her back-and-forth behavior, not knowing if she hated you or if the feeling was mutual, the constant confusion, it was all for one reason only: to tease you.

And she fucking loved teasing you.

"Yeah, I can see it on your face. You want me, don't you? Just as much as I do you." Her more than capable tongue licks a wet stripe from the shell of your ear to the valley in between your breasts, making you shiver. Then, she sucks your nipple into her hot mouth, swirling the hardened bud with her tongue. Her hold is still on your throat as she gives attention to your breasts, and this time, you don't hold back your moan of pleasure.

"People say we're too much alike, that's why we don't get along, but I see it differently," Lilith muttered against your skin. "You don't wanna be me. You wanna be with me. Am I right?"

Maybe she was.

Lilith hums, tugging down the zipper of your high-waisted jeans. She is now on her knees before you, looking up at you through long lashes. You'd always imagined her like this, but never thought it could come true. She smirks, seeming to read your thoughts.

You suck in a gasp as she tugs down your flared-leg jeans until they're a puddle beneath your feet. All you wore was your lace thong and your favorite pair of Converse. You felt the urge to cover up, to pull your jeans back on and run out of the tour bus, but the lustful look in her eyes was all you needed to continue to bare yourself before her.

You knew what was about to happen, but almost couldn't believe it. When she tugs the piece of thin fabric between your legs to the side and her tongue barely skims your slick folds, you knew you weren't dreaming and this was fucking real. Lilith was about to pleasure you in the bathroom of the tour bus you both shared with her bandmates.

You nearly keeled over at the thought.

"Fuck..." You toss your head back as she pushes two fingers inside you, sucking on your clit. Her pace is slow at first before she's pushing on your thigh, guiding your leg to spread open a little further for easier access. Then, she slams her fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out quickly, making you moan her name.

"You're so fucking wet..." she praises, pulling her fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact but then she guided you to sit on the edge of the counter. You do. It was low to the ground and much sturdier than you expected, allowing Lilith to get back on her knees once more. Then, she spreads your legs open wide, and flattens her tongue, devouring you like you were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. Somehow, she knew exactly what you liked, making desire curl in your lower belly as she sucked and lapped your clit.

She uses her index and middle fingers to spread your pussy lips, bobbing her head as she continued her ministrations. You cursed lowly, trying not to get too loud. You cover your mouth with your hand, using the other to hold yourself up.

"Scared of getting caught?" Lilith smiled. She pulls your hand away and pins it behind your back. You almost fall back, but she's surprisingly strong, catching you with ease and allowing you to lean back on your hands. Then again, you had saw her strength on display multiple times. She did pushups effortlessly every morning before she went on stage.

"Fuck it," Lilith purred. "Scream all you want, let them know who's making you feel good. I want to hear you."

Fucking hell. You knew Lilith had a mouth on her, but her dirty talk was on another level. She dives back in, holding your legs still. Your hands tangle into her long raven locks when she slips her fingers inside you, curling them upwards and pressing against your g-spot. You cry out. She hums in reply, letting you know she's enjoying this just as much as you are. 

Lilith sucks and licks your clit with fervor, and it isn't long before your quick gasps for breath turn into uncontrollable moans. Her slender tattooed fingers continue to thrust into you. You knew you were getting close to your orgasm, but you wanted to hold out for as long as you could.

Just as your legs begin to tremble and the waves of desire course through you, she stops. She looked into your eyes, beaming, and pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. Her thumb rubs your clit slowly.

"Hold it. Let it fade. I wanna take my time with you, Y/N."

You purse your lips, sucking in a sharp breath. "Ooh. You fucking tease." You can't help but glare down at her.

She grinned. "Trust me. It feels better this way."

You nod and decide to trust her words. Lilith does this for the second time. She brings you to the brink of your orgasm, and then suddenly stops before you can find your release. Your legs are trembling and you're cursing under your breath, but you haven't felt this good in your entire life.

She gives your dripping heat a slow, teasing lick, making you shiver. Then, she pushes two fingers into you.

"Lilith," you hear yourself whimper. You were so close that you could barely stand it. "Please."

She shook her head. "No. Not until I tell you. And don't call me that."

"What?" you asked breathlessly.

"Don't call me Lilith when I'm fucking you," she said sternly. "That's a fucking persona, for my album, for onstage. Call me by my name. Call me Juliet."

You moaned in reply, and to your surprise, she actually smirks. She's so damn hot that you can hardly stand it.

"Juliet—"

"That's much better," Juliet said softly, cutting off your loud whine. "I got you, okay, beautiful? Just relax."

You nod slowly, allowing her to take control once again. She continues licking and sucking on your clit, sensing that you're just about over the edge. She adds another finger to your entrance, moving them in a rhythm that matches her tongue. She takes in your moans and groans of pleasure, relishing in the sweet sounds you made.

"You're close, aren't you?" Juliet asks, her words muffled against you.

You swallow hard. "Yes..."

She grinned. "I want you to come for me..."

At her words, you rock your hips in time with her movements, wanting to come undone under her touch. "Oh, fuck," you breathed out, your fingers tightening in her hair. "Don't stop, Juliet, please—"

She doesn't relent. Your fingers curl tighter in her black hair, your knuckles white. "Juliet..."

Your legs start to tremor, and her name becomes a repeated cry that falls from your lips as you squirt on her fingers and tongue, coating her with your juices. Juliet hums, and you swear that you're seeing stars. Then, when you finally come down from the high, she looks up at you from between your legs, a cheeky smile on her face.

"You're so beautiful," she said softly, kissing your inner thigh.

Juliet surprises you by pulling herself up off her knees and pressing her lips against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," she admitted when she pulled away, still smiling.

"Really?" you asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I probably should. And I know I've been a bitch to you since you joined the band. Truthfully, I didn't know how to act around you. Every time you were around, I got butterflies. So being on stage with you didn't help me suppress my feelings. It made me turn into someone I'm not. I'm sorry if I ever upset you in any way."

"I like you, too," you said. "And it's okay. I know it's hard to admit how you feel for someone. I'll be honest, you were right. I was really fucking confused. But now...I know what I want. I'm so glad that it happened this way."

Juliet grins, her eyes sparkling. "I can't wait to see where this goes...but for now, let's just enjoy being here together. Maybe we can take some more time to explore each other..." she winks at you playfully, her fingers trailing down your arm.

You smile. "I like the sound of that."

Juliet grins back, the expression equal parts playful and seductive. "Then what are we waiting for?" she purrs, leaning in to kiss you deeply. "Let's make the most of tonight..."

You kiss her back, just as eager. A breathless laugh escapes your lips as she kisses down your jawline.

If Juliet really was a monster, then she was your monster.