#satosugu just got bumped down to 3rd poly in ranking cause sugucho eats tooo hard

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THEIR PIERCINGS?!? THE TATTOOS!?!? Urgh Choso blushing when reader knew how good of a brother he was?? The way suguru COLLARED US!?!? THE DOUBLE PEN!?!? How reader was able to just walk out of there and not limp, she a champ fr!!!

This healed the headache ive had all morning istg cause now my coochie aching

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇! | suguru getō + chōsō kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Winning a V.I.P. meet-and-greet with your favorite alternative metal band members of all time has you over the moon! But what happens if the duo rewards you for being such a loyal supporter?!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: metal duo! Geto + Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; sex backstage of a concert - you are sugucho's #1 fan - kissing/making out - light BDSM + use of an O ring choker & leash + light choking - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play + boob-job - heavy depictions of a blowjob - orgasm denial - threesome - double penetration; anal & vaginal - table + cowgirl/backshots dp positions - praises - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, good girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie) - protected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - cameos: Nobara, Miwa and Momo - mention of blood, spit and tears - not proofread; will do l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.2k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask!! we back at it with the rare threesomes, this time with the dark-haired emos, hehe. hope you enjoy this one, i had fun writing it, & tysm for 9.6k, you rockstarssss!! —☆

“AAAAAAAAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAI’MSOEXCITEDAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAWE’RESOHAPPYFORYOUAAAAA—“

There was no way you could contain your excitement—particularly tonight!

The best language in the world is, without a doubt, music. It’s the most prominent universal plane that transcends the dimensions of expression, expounded upon through various genres and artistic styles, constructing melodies and rhythms for entertainment. There are multiple reasons why people love music: it helps put people in the zone, is the perfect substitute for silence, refreshes the mind and soul, serves as an emotional outlet, and so on.

To say you love music is an understatement; music is your life! You can’t eat, sleep, or breathe in this life without it, or else your life would be a lot more miserable and dull than what it is right now. Music is in your veins; it gives you the boost you need.

Especially when it’s your favorite genre: alternative metal! 

When it comes to this type of music, some people would look at you and give you the most questioning looks simply because of the word “metal” associated with it. Nevertheless, you couldn’t care less about their prejudice because they don’t understand your connection with it. They weren’t there when your first ever album for your birthday was Linkin Park’s Meteora, when you’d listen to Ill Niño while studying for AP tests during high school, singing Deftones lyrics during karaoke with your friends, or sing along to the lyrics to “Word Up” by Korn with your family listening while going on family road trips. 

To you, alternative metal was engraved into your very being, so who cares what others think otherwise? Especially right now!! 

Today will go down to be one of the best moments in your life. Why? For one, it was now the beginning of summer. You could finally hang out with your best friends – Nobara, Miwa, and Momo –to your heart’s content, with no college assignments getting in the way and done graduating! Two, because you four were so deep with college stuff and barely had time to form a voice call, your three friends pitched in together to get tickets to a band to celebrate your graduation. How sweet of them! And lastly, this was just no ordinary band, oh no, no, no. That would undermine their significance to you…for they were your all-time favorite alternative metal duo! 

Curses and Death Paintings, composed of two members, Suguru Getō and Chōsō Kamo, was a band you’ve been a loyal follower of throughout high school and college life. It started when you unexpectedly met the duo at a pub with your family, a local band performing live, and your eyes were glued to them the moment you saw them. From there, you immediately followed their socials and listened to their discography, going to that pub whenever they’d announce to perform and support them through and through. They were the first band you saw grow and grow throughout the years, attending their shows and liking and sharing their posts—heck, you even had the courage to reply to their Instagram stories. And they would actually respond back!! You had every right to be brown-nosed about them since you were loyal to them from the ground up, and you were happy to see their recognition and popularity climb to the public eye.

However, the worst thing about watching your local favorite grow popular with time is seeing their reach go farther and farther — especially when you’re stuck in your dorms on campus! Let’s be honest; you were a broke college student, and senior year was kicking your ass harder than it ever did. The moment you saw the tour announcement and the ticket prices, there was no way you’d see them this year; it was disheartening knowing that you wouldn’t see your duo this time. 

But as mentioned before, your friends came in clutch. They surprised you at your graduation party with premium front-row tickets to the Curses and Death Paintings show in the nearest city stadium, which was undoubtedly the greatest gift you received! You were in tears, even at the concert! 

Holy fuck, it was fantastic to see such a massive fanbase for your favorite band come together and scream and sing along to the lyrics; you took so many videos of you singing with the girls with an enthusiastic glow. Speaking of photos, the fact that you were in the front row was hard to grasp as it’s been such a long time since you saw Geto and Choso up close; you nearly lost your breath whenever they walked close to you on stage or snuck glances your way—Nobara could’ve sworn you died and came back, especially when Geto walked right up to you and grabbed your phone to take a pic and hand it back. 

But the cherry on top was at the very last act of the show, where a lucky person would win a thirty minute V.I.P. meet-and-greet with the duo. After getting your tickets reviewed at the front, every premium ticket owner would be given red, numbered tickets for this exact reason, and the lucky number would be showcased at the show’s last moments. And guess whose number was called up? Needless to say, you fainted on the spot, almost busting your head to the concrete floor without Momo and Miwa catching you. 

I can’t believe it! Not only were you the person who was called in your city out of all the thousand people who came here, but you were also getting to meet Choso and Geto, one of your all-time favorite musical artists—this was meant to be!

And now, you are geeking to your best friends on the phone after being pulled aside and led backstage by the security guards. You haven’t met them yet, but you can feel your body shake with starstruck and awe, wiping tears still coming down. “Guys, please, I’m too excited. I can barely keep it together!”

“That’s completely normal, dude, don’t worry!” Miwa’s face pops on the screen of Nobara’s phone, her blue hair in space buns held by spiky hair ties. “If anyone deserves to be in that meet-and-greet, it must be you. This is literally destiny!” She beams and screams with you. 

Your smile grows, and you begin calming down as you speak. “Yooo, this is so insane…What if I get like merch to bring?” You gasped. “What if I get SIGNED shit?!?!”

“If you do, whatever Choso gives comes straight to me!” It was Momo’s turn with the phone; a red makeshift mark across her face contrasts with her skin and blonde hair.  

“Hell no, get in line, girl! Better luck next time when they call your number,” you hard when the short girl calls you a bitch in giggles. You then see the phone passed to the owner, Nobara, cheesing with the biggest grin. She also has a rad mark from cheek to cheek, but she puts more effort into her eye makeup. 

“We’re so happy for you, Y/n,” the brunette says to you, the other two coming from either side to see you. “But stay safe and don’t let their handsome faces get to you too much; if anything happens, I’m kicking balls, ya hear me?”

Nodding to her words, you salute. “Loud and clear!” Then, you see a security guard come to you, a signal that you need to be ushered. “Okay, guys, I gotta go. But I love you and see you after, okay, byeee!!”

The three wave and scream farewell before you end the call and stuff your phone into your small purse, following the security guard five doors down and making a left. 

You’re giddy with every step, and your smile refuses to wipe away. It’s happening, it’s happening! You were finally seeing your favorites after all these years, face-to-face, so up and close! Nothing can top this moment at all, probably ending up to be the greatest day of your life!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“They should be here momentarily,” the security guard opens the door. “Just sit or stand here and wait for them.”

“Okay.” You nod and stride right in; the door closes behind you, the sound of the footsteps drawing away, leaving you in a coat of anticipation. 

Like a kid in a candy store, you scan around the area. You were now moved to a backstage suite that looked like a dressing and rehearsal room, with bass guitars and a drum set in one corner. There was a coffee table for water and cups in front of a low, comfy couch. To your left was the desk with a vanity mirror, black and gray makeup out, and was used by people before. Duffle bags full of clothes and towels were by you as you walked down, and the space smelt so delightful; it must be the cologne they put on before going on stage…

Your lips quiver as you sink into the couch, your purse resting on your lap. The room is filled with the faint echoes of laughter and conversation, a reminder of the bustling activity just beyond the door. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one vying for your attention. The silence, broken only by these distant sounds, is deafening, amplifying the sense of solitude and heightening your awareness of the impending moment.

I can’t believe it. You clutched the long strap of your purse, your eyes unable to stay still as you picked up every detail of the room. The tour poster that showed the duo so cooly on the door, the gray plaid blanket next to you entailing someone must’ve taken a nap, and the magazines on the table you’ve seen in grocery stores that exhibited the two. You pick one up to examine, and your heart beats faster.

Choso, the dark brown-haired one with a mark across his cheeks and baggy eyes, shoves a middle finger at the camera, his hand tatted with the letters of “death” above each knuckle. His ear piercings shine from the lights, like his chocolate eyes, as if they’re piercing you through the cover. The other, Geto, had his left arm slouched around his companion, shoving his right middle finger with a tooth-shining grin and a wink. His slender fingers were tattooed with the word “curse,” decorated with silver rings that match his chains and piercings, and part of his dragon arm tattoo is shown. The side handle of the magazine is titled “Bring the Curse and Blood: Duo of the Year Taking this Summer by Storm.” 

A sense of pride bubbled in your stomach, getting a little emotional. You can’t help but think how crazy it is to see these same guys who used to do live shows at a local family restaurant and make little concerts in your town now become big superstars. It’s such a whirlwind to sit and comprehend now, knowing that you’ve been following these two for the longest time and have seen their growth from day one. You still have the picture of the last big show you saw them with; the premium tickets then allowed you and your best friends to take a photo with the duo after the show, the six of you doing piece signs with big smiles. The Polaroid is in a frame on your desk at home, titled “BESTIES + C&DP 2022!” and has lip marks and drawn skulls and hearts all around.

Maybe Miwa is right; no one in this stadium or city deserves to see these two in the same space as you. It’s not like you expected it to be you anyway, sure that there would be other chances. But for it to be you, their biggest fan in the entire world, to be the one to win the lottery?! You squealed into the magazine cover. This really is destiny!

“Excuse me?”

And there goes your destiny, making your heart jump to your throat! You were too deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the sound of the door opening, and in comes a man who has your breath hitched, and you’re too entranced to take a breath so suddenly.

The man with his hair pulled to his notorious pig-tailed hairstyle, wiping his face with a white towel. You noticed he hasn’t wearing the darkish-grey tee he wore on stage; the clothing held in his hands. He wore his white wife-beater that showcased his lean yet beefy arms so attractively, and your eyes trailed down from his exposed collarbone to his tightened torso. Baggy jeans with chains to complete the look and dirty Converse shoes that he removed and kicked by his bag. It’s Choso Kamo! “You’re the person who won the meet-and-greet, right?”

“Y-Yes!” You squeaked, facepalming internally; fucking lame! Spit swallowed, watching the guy take a seat by the makeup desk.

“Sorry for the wait,” he wipes his forehead. “Suguru’s busy talking with the manager about something quick, so he should be here in a minute.”

Suguru? He refers to him by his first name now; how cute! “Oh, sure…”

Then there is silence as you wait, an uncomfortable one you expected. You knew Choso wasn’t the more lively of the two, always the calm-sounded one who likes to be in the corner. And you can see that as he sits a bit away from you, checking his nails. You find it oddly adorable, honestly.

Regardless, you only have a limited time to be with these two, and the seconds turn into minutes quickly. Think, me, think! What can I do to stir up some conversation with him? Peripherals scan his figure; maybe something about him would be a good idea to discuss. And then you saw it: his left shoulder harboring a tattoo. Bingo!

“Excuse me,” he straightens up at your voice. You point to his shoulder, “Is that the one you got colored recently? I remember from the stories long back that you only had the outline done.” 

He looks at what you’re talking about. “Uhh, yeah, I got it done months ago.”

“May I see?” You crossed your fingers imaginatively and sang joyfully in your heart when the man got up and walked to where you sat, a tiny smile in victory when he sat at your right side. Now that he’s proximate, you can see his piercings exceptionally well, his helix, orbital, lobe pierced, and the tragus that matched his right ear. But that wasn’t the point; you don’t want to be caught overlooking, so you gaze at the subject at hand: his left shoulder tattoo, a black spirit that appears to be incarcerated within a tube. “Is this the ‘death painting’ one?”

“Yeah, it’s the one I have wanted to have done since high school.” Now that he’s talking about himself, he’s become comfortable sharing with you. Score! “I have similar ones with my younger brothers, but not the youngest; he’s still kinda young to get—“

“You mean Yuuji?” You hadn’t realized you spoke out of turn until the brunette looked at you with puzzlement. “I-I mean, you talk about your brothers all the time, but I kind of know of Yuuji the most.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, he’s three grades below me; he joined my high school in my senior year!” Don’t make it sound weird, don’t make it sound weird, don’t— “From what I’ve heard when I come down to town, he’s quite the athletic star! I think I heard he’s a literal track star and not too bad at baseball.” Shit, did that come out weird? You can’t tell because all you’re doing is letting out all you know and observing Choso’s face relaxing. And your heart skips a bit at the twinge of his lips. 

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve heard he’s doing well…He just graduated recently, excited to head to college and all that jazz.” Choso rests his head back and sighs. “I couldn’t make it to the graduation, but he said if I bring back some souvenirs and see him after his concert, I’m forgiven.” 

You giggled behind a hand. “You’re quite the older brother, huh? Looking out for the others must be so reliable.”

“Yeah…I guess so,” was it the lighting, or was there a shade of pink creeping up on his pale ears? You couldn’t tell.

“Maybe his graduation gift could be that tattoo?” You inquired, chin pointing to his shoulder again. “Just an idea.”

He hums while looking at the body design and then puts his shirt back on, noticing the gothic-style bracelets. Thank God, it was getting hard to avoid his arms. Choso looks at you and says, “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” you see yourself nearly being lost in his brown orbs, the purple eyeshadow too alluring.

KA-CHAA! 

“Yo, Choso, sorry ‘bout leaving you here with—“ Another voice enters the space with the sound of the door opening, and you’re finally met with the other person to complete the duo.

The other man – Suguru Geto – came into the room, a towel in one hand and a water bottle in the other. A black tank top appeared a bit loose, paired with black harem pants that were low and free with his movements—the outfit he wore on stage. His dragon tattoo is fully revealed to your eyes, from his right wrist to the top of his shoulder. Silver rings shine on his fingers, adorned with his left wrist’s wooden and leather bracelets. A hair tie and white headband neatly pushed back his spiky, raven hair, yet bangs came down to sling over his left eye. And yes, you’re taking every detail to ensure you’re not looking at his sinewy arms…

“G-Geto!” You didn’t mean to say; it slipped out!

“That would be me, yes,” his mellow voice sounded surreal to hear up so near as he walked to where you two were sitting. Then, he pauses and tilts his head. “Wait…Have we met before?”

You perked. “Yes! I took a picture with you guys like two years ago with my girlfriends!” 

“Ohhh yeahhh!” You can see the cogs of his brain work, the realization hitting him as he sits to your left after telling him your name. “I remember you. Aren’t you on Instagram who replies to our stories?”

“Yes, that’s me!!”

“Don’t you live around here, like a local?”

You nodded your head with super speed. “Mhmm, all my life!”

“Oh wow,” Choso says from behind. “You must have heard of us a lot then.”

Have I?! “Uhh, I’ve been listening to you guys, legit your biggest fan out there. I literally saw you at the very first show in the little family restaurant on the street downtown!”

Brown eyebrows raise. “You’re joking.”

“Never that.” Stone cold face, dead serious.

“What did I usually eat there?” You turn to Geto, so taken aback by his handsome face and nasallang piercing that you nearly miss his smirk. “Can’t say you’re our biggest fan and not expect a quiz.”

A challenge you took with a high chin and smile. “You would order a side of mozzarella sticks to eat when you’re done performing because you like how nice and gooey the cheese is. But if you are really hungry, you’ll get soba noodles with beer and soup dumplings to share with Choso. Who, by the way,” you poke at the mentioned other who flinches. “You don’t usually eat anything, drinking water as you perform. But you don’t mind occasionally treating yourself to the place’s root beer float or some ramen if Geto’s eating.”

Were you proud of yourself? Of course, you were. How could you not be when the men looking at you gawked with bemusement?  When your support was questioned, you had to deliver your stuff with a huff. The confidence shown in your pupils as you peered to Geto, “Any other questions?”

He blinks, and the smirk gets broader. “Plenty.”

And that’s how you were able to ease the boys into chatting with you. Before you knew it, you felt so laid back and relaxed, talking to the men about yourself and how much love you have for their music and the genre as a whole. And it fills you with glee seeing the two do the same, sharing bits of themselves that go beyond the fan-asked questions or the interviews. For example, you had known that Geto was best friends with the acclaimed actor Satoru Gojo, but you hadn’t known that they were friends with model and actress Utahime, who despises Gojo after a prank he pulled on her fourteenth birthday?! Oh my. And then, apparently, Choso knows about your friend Nobara as well?!? The girl is in the same year as Yuuji, and the two were best buddies throughout their high school years—damn, what a small world.

It was such a magical moment for you to finally talk with the two favorite men in your life and learn bits and pieces of themselves you never thought you’d imagine yourself hearing. Winning this meet-and-greet was indeed such a blessing, something you’ll never take for granted and a memory you will store in your heart forever and ever until the end of time. I can finally die happy now~~!

But alas, all good things must come to an end, hence why you’re not surprised to hear a knock on the door from their manager, Yaga. “Thirty minutes’ up,” the man behind the wooden frame says. “Sorry, miss, but these two got a long meet-up they must be at right after.”

“Okay,” you shout in confirmation. “This was more than fun, guys; I’ll never forget it. Please have fun and enjoy the rest of your tour,” you begin to check your bag and stand to excuse yourself—

“Hold on,” only for you to be stopped by Geto’s hand on your right shoulder. “I got this…Hey, Yaga, mind if we get another thirty minutes?” 

Huh!? “What?! What’s the hold-up? Is everything okay??”

“Yeah, nothing too bad; it’s just that Miss Y/n here wanted to try playing with Choso’s drums, and, well….they kinda broke the snare.” Your jaw dropped; I did what!?

“They did what??!!” Yaga, equally as baffled, opens the door ajar. “Isn’t that expensive? Do you guys need—“

“Nah, it’s fine; Choso’s helping them out since he had an extra, just in case.” Geto punches his bandmate in the shoulder; Choso is just as confused as you and his manager. 

“Y-Yeah, don’t worry about it, Yaga,” Choso comes in with the assist. “Y/n and I are just switching the old snare with the new one, but it’ll take a bit, so… another thirty minutes is alright?” 

Seconds go by where no one says anything, the anxiousness pushing you to lend to Geto’s ear to whisper. “It’s okay if I go; I don’t wanna be in the way of you two and—“

“Shh, it’s fine,” he shushes you with a finger to your lips, purple eyes still on the door to see the decision. 

“…Fine then, another thirty minutes.” The older man says the final word. “But don’t go breaking more shit, understand? Money doesn’t grow on trees.” And with that, Yaga closes the door, and his heavy footsteps wander down the hall. Geto then gets up, marches to lock the door, and returns to sit beside you.

Choso is the first to question. “So, wanna tell me why I was pulled into a lie, Geto?”

“Hmm?” Black eyebrows rise. “Why do you ask? Aren’t you enjoying our new company? I’m not ready to mingle with a group of people yet,” his hand reverts to your shoulder. “I’m way too comfortable just to let the fun end suddenly.”

Your heart skips. “Uh-Uhh, I’m totally fine with going. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“Who said you were overstaying? Besides, we have already extended your stay,” his forefinger doing circles on the shoulder of your black and grey crochet crop sweater. “So let’s enjoy ourselves for a bit, ‘kay?”

You blink once, slowly. “Geto, I don’t the—“

“You look cute.”

You hadn’t expected such a compliment to fly out and turn you to stone, his words ringing around your eardrums into your mind. “R..Really?” Your stare goes down to your outfit, something you had put much thought into coming into this concert. Along with the sweater was a black sleeveless top, a black skirt with many silver chains, garters that connect to your thigh highs, and platform boots to finish it up. Even your ears had upside-down crosses with a red gem, and then there was your—…Wait…Wait, oh no! “It broke!”

“What broke?” Choso gets closer to see. “Your collar?”

“Yeah, it’s an O-ring collar, but the ring must’ve fallen out somehow!” You’re scanning the room, trying to find the metal. Choso stands up with the taller other, but they can’t locate the lost item.

“Must’ve been lost back in the arena,” Geto says before heading to his duffel bag, rummaging through its contents before standing back up and walking back to you. “Take that off,” he points to your broken collar, watching you listen and loosen the leather off your neck. Once it’s withdrawn, the black-haired man has you turn for him to put something around your neck to substitute. “Here, look.” 

While wondering what he did, you turn to him as he brings up his phone to pull up the camera app and point it in your direction. A new item on your neck catches your attention, a hand finding the O-ring to touch the cold steel. “Are you…giving this to me?”

“Yup; it used to be Choso’s, but said it didn’t look good on him, so I wore it until I was gifted a new one.” Geto’s finger comes up to loop around the ring. “You can have it—looks pretty on you.” 

Your cheeks warm at the gesture: a gift given to you by your favorite alternative metal duo? This day couldn’t get any better. “Thank you so much,” you didn’t realize how nearby Geto’s face was until he drew in a couple of centimeters closer, and your breathing came to a standstill. “…Geto.”

“Aww, no need for the formalities. We have just gotten a little closer today,” he tugs on the collar just a bit, your nose neighboring his. “You can say my name; shouldn’t my biggest fan know it?” 

You chew on your lips, your eyelids subconsciously shielding your vision when he does the same. “Sugu..ru,” it leaves in a whisper. 

“Good girl,” you yelp at the feel of his lips on yours, the softness quickly pulling you in. There’s no way that this was happening…except that it was. You were kissing Suguru Geto alone in a room with Choso right behind you backstage at a stadium after a concert. 

Your conscience immediately snaps you awake, pulling yourself away from his mouth and covering your lips. “I-I’m sorry!” Oh, fucking shit, no way did I let him kiss me! That isn’t what you’re supposed to do in a meet-and-greet. Are you insane?!? “I shouldn’t have let that happen…!”

“Why are you apologizing? Wasn’t like I minded at all,” Geto’s hand comes and pulls you by the neck for him to place a kiss on your cheek suddenly, and the other snakes to touch your thigh. 

Wait a minute! “W-Wait, please, I don’t think this is a good idea. You—“ You gulp as his fingers knead your inner thigh, sneaking his pinky into your thigh highs. “…You have somewhere to be later.”

“That’s not until the next twenty-five minutes, so I’m not too concerned.” A blow to your ear has your breath shaky. “And my bandmate here would also love to have you to himself. Isn’t that right, Choso?”   

The one with the name is seen from your peripheral, brown eyes taking in the whole picture: his friend and peer with his hands all up and around their guest. “I..don’t think this is right, either. Isn’t this too out of left field?”

“Perhaps, but I don’t hear our baby over here saying they feel uncomfortable,” he kisses your neck and nibbles on the skin; your gasp makes Choso rigid to the sound. Geto then grabs the brown-haired one’s hand over and sneaks it inside your skirt, and your legs jolt at the contact of his fingers on your panties. “Why don’t you help around and treat our most loyal fan kindly?”

Choso swallows thickly when you moan at his fore and middle finger, slowly coming up and down on your panties, chewing his lip at the spot, becoming wetter and wetter with every stroke. And when you grab for his wrist, he stops. “Choso,” you said his name in a desperate whimper. 

“Y-Yes?”

“Can you…” What you were about to say was going to have you cross a line you never thought possible in your wildest dreams. So many thoughts are rampant in your brain, and a battle between your morality and wanton desires is colliding together. And yet, you tell the other, “…Can you please kiss me?”

Of course, his eyes widened at your request, expecting him to shut you down. However, that doesn’t happen. Instead, he leans in ever so slowly, and you happily accept his lips onto yours, moaning louder as his fingers go faster and his tongue teases your bottom lip. 

Geto observes with a snicker before sneaking his hand under your sweater to cop a feel and kiss your neck. “Now, this is a lot more interesting…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Hahhh, holy shit…This is too much…!”

“Mmmhh, damn, baby, where’ve ya been hiding these cute tits from me?” 

Here, you realized that maybe locking the door was the greatest thing that Geto had done on his part. Because there is no way you’d want someone to stumble upon you and this inappropriate scene occurring before you. 

The coffee tables were cleared up, and the glass container of water and the plastic cups were moved somewhere else to prioritize something of more importance. Or more like someone…

You lay on the table surface on your back, you low enough for the taller individuals to see you in your submissive state. Your platform boots were removed to the side, your wet panties rolled up and stuffed in Choso’s jean pocket. The man had his pig-tailed hairstyle changed, bringing his umber hair back to a man-bun so they didn’t get in the way of his craft: giving you head and patting your leaky cunt with his tongue. The feel of the wet muscle venturing around your area was utterly exhilarating, having you speak in shrills in front of Geto.

Speaking of whom, the onyx-haired one was now straddling your chest without his pants and boxers, his cock free and out for you to see in all its glory. Or rather see him bring your top down for his dick to come in between your breasts and motion it to and fro between your mounds. It was a sight you had no idea how to fully comprehend, so raunchy for your eyes that you instantly went dizzy from the sounds of skin slapping being so incredibly intimate.

The thrusts of his hips were going at a moderate pace–not too hard–because of the worry that the table might give way and fall with this tall man on top of you. So, cautiously, Geto moves in consideration of his weight on top of you while ensuring you’re feeling good—his grabby hands fondling your tits and tweezing your nipples with a tease. 

“Ohhhh, mmmph…!” You throw your head back when Choso slurps up your labia, taking all the slickness that coats your folds. “Ahhaaa, Ch-Chosoo, you’re tongue, it’s—Dahhaaa!!” Your thighs jerk at the suck of your clitoris, eyes screwing shut.

“Aww, sweetheart feeling too good from Choso…? Fuck, these tits are the best…” Gropes to your mounds have you hum, his fingers pushing them a bit together for the friction to be even more enjoyable. “Haaahh, yess…Ya hear that, Chocho? Sounds like you’re doing a good job down there…!”

The man between your legs only groans, his hands coming to your waist to bring you further down to his face. You silently howl at his tongue, swirling around the entrance of your vagina, biting your lip as he torments your nerves with the insertion. “Mmmfff, fuckin’ shit,” he curses before stuffing his tongue into you, your scent intoxicating his nostrils and fueling his drive to mess with you more. “You taste so good, sweetie…” 

It all happens at once, having your vagina be fucked and battered by the spit of Choso’s tongue that mixes with your essence, along with Geto’s erotic display of his hot length meshing together with the heat of your soft chest. His cockhead poked out, touched, and covered by the top of your sweater, nearly beckoning you to remove the material to see it up close and kiss it. 

But more laps around your clit have your hands shielding your mouth from shrieking. God, did Choso know how to work that tongue! You were barely keeping it together, shutting your eyelids so tightly that you could feel your orbs water from the tension. And it only worsens when his wet muscle solely focuses on your clit while he sneaks a finger inside your chasm to pet around your silky walls.

Oh, fucking shit! You can feel the climb, gripping the digit in anticipation and stead. You wail at the curve of the finger on your upper wall, eyebrows furrowing. “Ohhh, ohhmyGod, I’m gonna cum…!”

Or were you? “Now, hold on there, cutie.” 

Geto gets up with his erection and stands by the table, his hand wrapped around what appears to be a leash that he yanks on. And your neck is then tugged in his direction, pulling your immersion onto him. “I already had you cum on my tongue minutes ago; I wouldn’t wanna share that experience with Choso.”

Choso removes his face from between your legs at the call of his name to glare at his friend. “Asshat.” 

The so-called asshat shrugs with a sly smirk. “Ehhh, but don’t ya think it would be better to have our pretty girl here cum on your dick rather than your tongue?” He throws the leash at the other, who catches it. “Be right back; gotta get something.” 

You watch Geto walk around the table and see that he heads to his duffle bag to retrieve something again. But you don’t know what because your collar is tugged on again! This time, Choso is the owner of the leash.

“Hey,” he says low. You don’t know why, but you licked your lips once you saw his pants were drawn down, his cock sprung out from his boxers, and precum glistened the glans. “Come suck me off, yeah?” Need he say more? Your frame moves on its own to slide closer to him and his solid limb. 

You greet his cock with curiosity, your tongue meeting the crown and frenulum of his cock, lathering the skin and veins with your saliva to have him ready and wet. A hand strokes him off as your mouth prepares him before taking the glans into your mouth with a curved flick of your tongue. His cock is long and appealing, yet you don’t take in all of him, not wanting to choke.

His moans can be heard from above as you stuff your mouth with how much you can, sucking his dick with puffy cheeks and tongue nestled beneath. You continue to jerk his shaft as your head bobs up and down with an aroused hum. And your free hand finds his testicles, kneading his balls, which prompt the male to cry broken sobs. 

“—Ahhhshiiiit, uhhggg…!” You can tell he’s feeling so good, a hand finding your head to place atop. He gazes down to see you lick the precum from his urethra and paint it around his cock before taking him back into your mouth. The image of his fluid frothing to your lips and forming a slight white ring has him in a clutch, especially when you peer up to him with hooded eyes. “Jesus, you’re so good at this.”

“Really? Damn, I wish I was you right now,” in comes Geto, back with the items he was looking for. He throws a wrapper at Choso, who almost doesn’t catch it. He hands the leash back to the taller, dark-haired one as he rips the wrapper open. “Come on, angel,” Geto pulls the leash. “Get on all fours for me, okay?” 

You do as ordered, switching positions to stand on the table with your palms and knees. “Good girl,” Geto praises while opening a bottle to lather his hand with a clear substance. He throws the bottle to Choso and uses his dry hand to lift your skirt. “Stay still for me, okay?” A curt nod is given, and he goes ahead and places the lube around your slit and anus.

You jolt at the coldness of the liquid, yet you embrace the feeling as you’re aware that it’ll be necessary in minutes. His slender fingers writhing around your labia and inserting one into you as you gasp. But you were balling fists when he prepared your asshole next, the digits dancing around the foreign area before inserting them inside the puckered hole. “I know, sweetheart, but we don’t want to go hurting you or tear up some blood. Gotta be careful…”

Another nod sends the note of your cooperation, and wobbly breaths leave your lungs as your hole is stretched by the fingers fidgeting around. 

“There we go, all lubed up nicely,” Geto coaxes. “Ready, Choso?”

“Yeah,” confirmed the other, removing his jeans and boxers to expose his legs fully as he lay on the couch, his cock now shielded with a condom. And Geto does the same, opening a wrapper of his own.

“Okay, baby,” Geto pats your shoulder. “Go ahead and mount him.”

You listen to him and finally get off the table surface, your knees stinging a bit until you maneuver to straddle on top of Choso; his lengthy cock is kind of intimidating to the eye — and the twitch of your pussy. Nevertheless, you breathe in and lift your pelvis until the tip of him meets your labia, and you gently push down to have his penis inserted inside.

Whining at the addition of him, you slowly but surely descend your hips downward until you meet the hilt. The sensation of your walls squeezing around him makes quivers travel up your shoulders. Using this moment to adjust to the foreign limb inside you, you steady your breathing before the next one is added.

This happens when Geto places his hands on your waist to massage you. “Bend for me, angel,” he coos, and you do so with your face drawing near Choso’s. Your heart runs laps from how adjacent you are to the two, so closely acquainted that it’s hard to believe. 

Geto aligns his cock for the tip to meet your asshole; the lube applied earlier helped make the insertion easier to do. He gradually brings every inch of his girth into you, your wails more high-pitched from the stretch. Once he thinks he’s entirely inside, he begins to move.

However, you’re not sure if that was a good idea because once he moves, so does Choso. And–my God…–it is not an easy task to handle. 

The two men go in a mutual rhythm, both of their cocks venturing inside you with every push and pull, scraping your insides in a manner your body cannot register at your own pace. The hits become ever so precise; grazes to your G-spot have you struggling to maintain your screams, and the stretch of your anus has your haze get more complicated to avoid. 

The slow pace soon dials in speed, and at this point, you have to bite down on your lips not to let out a voice so others from outside can’t hear and ask what’s wrong. 

“Nnmooh, hoooohmyGod, this is…!” Your hands grip on Choso’s shoulders as his cock scrapes your sweet spot once again. And when his hands come to your ass and bring you down, you choke at the poke of your cervix. “Gahaaahnn! Sh-Shtopp!! Not t’oo faaast…!”

“Shiiiit, sorry, cutie,” he kisses your cheek. “You just….Mmmph! Ff…Feel so damn good…”

“You’re right, I’m barely holding on here,” Geto agrees from behind, hands on your waist to keep the momentum going. “Fuuuck, this ass is so tight!” He throws his head back at the snug of your inner walls and sighs in bliss.

You, on the other hand, have the best worst end of the stick. Your ass and chasm are so busy that thinking straight is critically impossible. Your senses are so entranced and overwhelmed by the two men using you like a toy that you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk after this, eyes rolling at another jab of your cervix. And it doesn’t help that the others increase their pacing to an erratic cadence that makes your toes curl. 

And then there’s the frequent rubs of your clitoris; every time Geto propels his dick into you, your clit rubs on Choso’s pelvis, grinding the delicate bud on his surface has you screaming and chewing on the brown-haired one’s shirt. The position creates an advantage for you, too; the more you lean forward, the better the angle for the cockheads of the two to dig at your inner channels to the point of incoherent babbles.  

“Nnho–Oooh!” you choke out a sob, burying your face in Choso’s shoulders; his moans sound dreamy to the ear and have you twitching like crazy. “Too muuch..! T-This is insan—Nnngh!” The grind of Geto’s hips results in a silent scream. “J-JesusChrist! Pleaseee, can I please…!”

“Please, what?” Now, the dark-headed one speaks to you from behind, tugging on your leash again, making you yelp. “Speak properly, baby.”

“—Ahhck!! M-…May I please cum?” You looked over your shoulder at Geto as you sought permission, the leash owner chuckling at the submissive display. 

He doesn’t say anything, though, letting the work of his pelvis and the flex of his abdomen leave the impression. More tugs to your collar have you crying like a baby until he lets go, and you accidentally land your forehead by Choso’s neck. 

The brunette man subconsciously pats your head, soothing you as your orgasm climbs up. “It’s okay, angel,” he coos, a kiss to your temple. “Let it all out, ‘kay?” That much isn’t tricky to do when the plunges to your holes sync to a beat that furthers the trajectory of your orgasm. Your moans are slurred, your head becomes more clouded, and your figure prepares itself.

Your crescendo catches you hard, rocking your frame with shocks that creep up to your brain. Eyes widen from the jolts of your body as your cunt and asshole contract on the two limbs burrowed within, gripping Choso’s shirt to steady. Each jerk pairs with the tremble of your legs, nearly biting your tongue after another grind of your clit. 

“—Haahh, shit…Good girl,” Choso brings your chin up, grazing the skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb. “Did so well,” he praises with a kiss to your lips, and you whimper at the contact as you accept his tongue with glee. His ruts increase, chasing his own peak like yours—Geto doing the same behind you. 

“Yeaahhh, that’s it,” Geto exhales through his lips elatedly. “Still gotta few minutes left to finish, so keep still and let us make the most of them, okay, pretty girl?”

You voice no complaints, letting the rockstars do as promised with your body. There’s no doubt about it now—this is the best day of my life…!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Yo, where are they?”

“I know, right? It’s been way more than thirty minutes…”

“Hmm, I’m really starting to worry now,” Miwa and the girls, their gazes scanning the V.I.P. longue, stand at the exit. They were supposed to meet you here once the meet-and-greet session ended. Now, it’s been an hour since they last saw your face, their concern for you intensifying as they start to fear if something might have gone wrong. Not even listening to Bad Omens and scrolling through Instagram was helping their ease get any stabler. 

“…I’ll call them,” the blue-haired girl claims as she pulls her phone out of her bag, the two other girls nodding and watching her hit your contact name and number before bringing the device to her ear. 

Please answer, please answer, they chant in unison without knowing, crossing their fingers that they can hear your Bring Me the Horizon ringtone somewhere in there and hope that you’re safe, well, and on your way. Three pairs of eyes stay locked to the longue, hoping to see or hear anything familiar…

And like an angel to a prayer, they hear the jingle of “heavy metal” picked up from the crowd! But where were you? 

“Hello?”

To their surprise, the girls jump in shock when they see you appear from behind rather than in front of them. You were safe and sound, all in one piece! They pull you in for a squealing hug, to which you join, completely uncaring for the weird looks you four get from fangirling. 

“You!” Nobara pokes your chest. “Where have YOU been?! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologize to the brunette and company. “I didn’t mean to scare you three.”

“Well, ya did!” Leave it to Momo to give you an earful. “I don’t care if we could’ve gotten kicked out or whatever; if we hadn’t heard your phone, we might’ve just waltzed in there and found you ourselves.”

“Again, my bad…I knew I was gonna be a little late getting you guys these,” you grab their attention with the swing of your arm, seeing your hand holding onto three bags. “But I’m sure these would’ve been worth the wait.”

Miwa tilts her head. “What’s those?”

“Close your eyes and pull out your hands,” they all give you a skeptical look. “Just do it!” They roll their eyes and close them, stretching their empty hands for you. After checking that their eyes were sewn shut, you pull out the bag’s contents and place an item in their respective owners’ hands. “Okay, you can open them now.”

They do as they’re told, and their jaws meet the floor. “A-Are–Are these the,” the short blonde girl can barely speak. “The Super V.I.P. pa-package deal bags?? With all the merch and–and the signed album??!!”

“Yup!” You beam as your friends rummage through their bags and pull out the contents to awe and stutter in excitement. “I got mine here as well, completely free of charge, as it took a while to get them. Pretty neat, huh? And I can’t let you guys leave all empty-handed, you know? I wouldn’t have been in this concert without you all making it possible!”

The girls pulled you in for another embrace, squeezing you to death with praises and cheers. “Thank you so much!!” They all jump for joy. “You’re the best!!”

“I know~,” you tease and hug back. “And guess what they gave me as a gift?” The three let go of you so you can point to your brand-new O-ring collar with a gleeful grin. 

They gasp and parade around you. “Oh, you lucky bitch!” Nobara exclaims as you cackle in victory. “You know you gotta tell us all about the meet-and-greet session, right?”

“Sure,” you nod. “I don’t know about the whole thing, though; some stuff is better left unshared~.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Momo retorts. “You better give us all the deets, ya hear me?” 

“Uhh, guys,” Miwa stirs the conversation to a different topic. “My mom just ordered us an Uber, and I think it’s around five minutes away from the stadium.”

“Ahh shit, so we better hurry out now!” The girls quickly stuff everything back into their bags and begin power walking to where they need to be picked up. Momo turns back to you, “Don’t fall behind; we’re not trying to leave the oldest baby here!”

“I’m coming!” You say through fast struts, ensuring you’re within the group’s perimeter. 

However, knowing their attention is not on you anymore, you pull your purse around and pull out a note. Secret to your friends’ eyes, you sneak a chance to look and see what it says. Your heart skips with your steps, and your smile grows tenfold with the endearing words and two sets of phone numbers written on the paper…

To our biggest and most loyal fan,

It was nice having you all to ourselves a bit for the evening; hope this night won’t be the last night we ever get to see you. We know your IG, but have our numbers while you’re at it. Don’t be afraid to send a text or call when we’re in town. We’ll be here for the weekend, so how about mixing you in our schedule if ya want? ;3 

See you around, enjoy the gifts, and let us know the next time you see us live!

Best, 

C&DP

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by santa (ranshi to kimi to) + dividers by @cafekitsune.