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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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MEETINGS, GREETINGS N BREEDINGS (Geto x Choso x Sukuna x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Rockstars!Geto Suguru x Choso Kamo x Sukuna Ryomen x Popstar!Reader

Synopsis: You’re a well-known pop star who has shocked sound waves around the world and stolen the hearts of your fans….including three unlikely, sexy, and tattooed ones that you’re all too familiar with.

One night, your favorite rock band and secret fans come to visit you backstage after one of your shows to confront you about you leaving their concert so soon after sneaking backstage and somehow making them all obsess over you. Even those who aren’t particularly fond of your bubblegum pop music.

Your team won’t be too happy about you spending any time with people who could “destroy” your image, but who gives a fuck when you’re getting laid by three hot rockers?

Tags: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Rock Band/Musician AU, No Curse AU, Meet N Greet, Fan/Groupie!Reader, Alcohol + Marijuana, Teasing/Highkey Flirting, Foursome, Pleasure Doms!Geto + Choso x Mean Dom!Sukuna x fsub!Reader, Crushing, Sexual Tension, Dubcon/R*pe, Coercion, Spit Play/Spitting In Mouth, Triple Blowjob, Cunnilingus/Analingus, Anal Play, Triple Stuffing, Riding, Anal Sex, Oral Sex (Giving & Receiving), Public Sex, Exhibitonism, Cum Play, Breeding Kink, Analpie + Creampie, Facial, Caught In The Act

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I've had this idea for THE LONGEST TIME & I'm so obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter's fine ass that I just needed to write about a Black "girly pop" pop star getting dicked down by her rockstar BF/crushes. I thought this one was hot & I hope y'all do too! -Jazz

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Another night. Another show. Another adoring crowd.

The sounds of their endless applause and cheering combined with the last few notes of your hit song are like roaring seas in your ears, making your eardrums vibrate and your head swim. You grin with pride down at the thousands of twinkling cellphone lights in the rows of seats like stars in the sky.

“Thank you guys so much!” you shout into your bedazzled mic. “Did everyone have a great time?!”

The crowd screams with excitement and happiness all for you, dozens of signs and shirts with your face on them facing you. These are the moments that make a two-hour show worth it.

All of the quick changes into your glittery, skimpy outfits. Risking bunions in your heels after dancing across the stage in them. Facing burnout and physical exhaustion show after show. It is all worth it to put on a good show for your adoring fans.

You suppose it is because you’re a slut for praise. “See you guys next time!” you call, just as the platform you’re standing on lowers you down, down, down from the stage. “Stay safe and come back to see me again! Bye-bye!” You give a final wave and blow a big kiss to the crowd before you are finally off the stage and underneath it instead.

Then it’s the rush of reality: breaking down the stage props and set-up and hurrying to get to the next location. As soon as you’re off stage, Maki, your assistant, agent, and friend, swoops in with a towel for you to dab your makeup with, setting spray, and an ice cold water in your pink Stanley Cup.

You smile in thanks at her, glad to have something to soothe your parched throat and cool you down. You two walk together to your dressing room as the backstage explodes with activity: dancers, staff, and stagehands all do their best to wrap things up in time for the next stop.

Tour season is always hectic. It isn’t the most exciting thing in your career due to all of the mental and physical turmoil it can cause, but it’s worth it to wear cute outfits and see your pretty fans. “Soooo that’s show #45 down,” Maki says, checking something off on her iPad as she briskly walks with you in her heels. “Now you just have a Meet n Greet, and then you’ll have some downtime before we have to head out for the next location.”

You turn to face her, sipping on your water and doing your best to avoid ruining your glitter lipgloss. “How much downtime?” you suspiciously ask. Your agent peers over her black-framed glasses, knowing that you already know that your “break” is on a time crunch as usual. “About fifteen minutes at this point.”

“Ohhh, Maki, come on!” you whine, rolling your eyes. Maki pauses in the hallway with you, placing a hand on her hip in her black pants, top, and suit. “Look, you knew the drill when you entered this business, Y/N. I’m just trying to keep you on your toes and make things as easy for you as possible as your agent.”

You scoff at her response, knowing that she is right but still needing to rest your head. “But I need a break! I’ve been on the road for months now with no free time or days off.” You haven’t gotten a serious break in three months now! Breaks are scarce on tour and since you’re making a lot of money with tickets each night when you perform, you know that your manager is hesitant about wasting even a single day that isn’t in a stadium or rehearsing.

“What’s this I hear about days off?” You and Maki both jump at the sound of your manager’s familiar deep voice. You both turn like kids caught in the cookie jar, staring up at the older man with the sharp suit, glasses, and the stern look that only a dad could have.

You don’t feel an ounce of discomfort standing with the older man in your glittery, shimmery pink skin-tight mini dress, thigh-high boots, and push-up bra to make your breasts look even juicer than usual. Your manager has been in your corner for four years now, giving you the career you’ve dreamed about since you were young. “Mr. Manager!” Maki exclaims, standing tall and rigid. “Uh….Y/N just feels a little drained from the tour.”

You roll your eyes at her attempt at softening the blow to appease your manager and her boss. “A little? I can barely find words to speak because I’m so exhausted.” Your manager scoffs, fixing his glasses and shaking his head. “Dramatic as usual.” Despite the small smile on his face, you can tell he isn’t happy to hear this.

You look at Maki for reassurance, but she is more afraid of losing her job over every little thing, so you know you will have to handle this. But you’re a big girl. You’re not afraid of handling anything in your path. So you clear your throat and dab the sweat off of your forehead before you face your manager. “Mr. Manager, sir, it’s not that I’m not thankful for all of the work you put in for this tour, but—”

“You need a break?” he interrupts, raising an eyebrow at you. It makes your body flush with apprehension. “I thought you got that break the night we were in Tokyo, and you went to see that horrible band that I specifically forbade you from associating with.” He crosses his hairy arms over his chest, keeping that same firm, knowing brow that makes you flush.

‘He knows!’ you think. You were hoping your manager wouldn’t find out about your little “escapade” last Friday night to downtown Tokyo where you saw your favorite rock/heavy metal band, The Curses.

Comprised of three members in total, you have been a fan of the popular band for over five years now. They only started popping off two years ago and recently won a Grammy for “Best Rock Album” which propelled them deeper into popularity. They are now on tour, starting in Japan before moving onto international countries in two months.

You know that people looking at you or listening to your girly, bubblegum pop songs wouldn’t suspect that you listen to that hardcore shit. You know that people wouldn’t suspect that you’ve got a thing for the guys with tattoos, piercings, or “don’t give a fuck” attitudes either. But it isn’t your fault! It’s The Curses’ fault for being so goddamn sexy!

Geto Suguru, the guitarist, Choso Kamo, the bassist, and Sukuna Ryomen, the drummer, take up a good portion of your nights when you are alone. You listen so intently to the way Geto croons against the strings of an electric guitar. Or the way Choso’s sweet yet raspy tones shift into a sheer scream that excites you. Or the way Sukuna’s brash drumming skills rattle your eardrums and make you think about how big those arms are.

And they are. Each member is so big. So tall. Muscles inked with tattoos and skin adorned in piercings. They are the epitome of “bad boys” according to your manager. Saying that he doesn’t like The Curses or the fact that you’re so infatuated with them are understatements. He’s made arrangements to sit you away from them at award shows. While arranging your tour dates, he scheduled you to perform in places opposite to them.

Your manager takes your public image very seriously which is important for a star like you. You are well aware that the conservative parents would be on your ass even more if you were engaging with a shit-talking, tatted-up rockstar. “I don’t want you associating with anyone that can tarnish your image, Y/N,” your manager explained to you. “What you do on your own time in private is one thing, but engaging in anything in public is something else!”

And you realized that he was right. Your image is important to you too, especially when it comes to social media and paparazzi ready to catch you slipping. You’ve been going to clubs and hooking up in private for years now! You’re already very private about what you do, where you go, and who you see…so why stop there?

So after rehearsals, you kept that same energy last week when you went out on a whim to the venue that The Curses were performing at in downtown Tokyo. You had some downtime and figured you’d enjoy a night of freedom by seeing your favorite band in concert for the first time. You wore a skin-tight workout romper over your pink hoodie and paired it with a baseball cap (to be safe). Because your driver cares about his job, he drove you to the venue and promised to keep things under wraps if anyone asked.

Seeing the three rockstars wasn’t something you regretted. It was a treat to see the three strum those guitars, bang on those drums, and belt out the lyrics you knew by heart into their mics. It was especially something to see them strip off their shirts, exposing each ripping muscle etched in ink and glistening in sweat. You felt yourself throb and grow hot under your hoodie. You aren’t usually come off too eager for men due to your profession, but for those three? You were ready to sell your soul for a slice of dick from them.

You felt like the world disappeared around you as you stood in that pit with other adoring fans, none of them recognizing you (as far as you know) and feeling like you were one with the real world as the band played hit after hit. You felt like Choso locked eyes with you a few times and like maybe Sukuna stared into the crowd at you, his intense crimson eyes leaving you speechless, but you suppose that maybe it was the drink in your cup or wishful thinking.

However, after the show ended and you watched two girls fight over Geto’s sweaty towel that he wiped across his abs before tossing it into the crowd, you made a decision that you immensely regret now: you snuck backstage to see them. You don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that you were tired of your manager telling you what to do that made you so reckless, but before you knew it, you were signing an autograph for the band’s bodyguards and having them whisk you backstage to meet your faves.

You took a deep breath and fixed your hair out of its trap in your baseball cap before you knocked on their dressing room. Sukuna, in all of his six-foot something glory, answered the door, still shirtless and in his low-rise jeans. Your brain went blank as your eyes roamed over each ripping muscle, the pierced nipples attached to his massive pecs, and the ‘Look Here’ tattoo inked beneath his belly button to his cut lower stomach pebbled with fine, pink hair that trailed down to his–

“Helloooo?” he sung, cocking his head to the side. He wore a humorous smirk as he stared down at you, his spiked pink hair looking soft to the touch. “You okay?”

You swallowed hard, flushing in your hoodie. “Hi!” you chirped a little too loudly. “I-I’m—”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” he interrupted, still smiling at you. His tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip and silver lip rings, making you think of him licking something else. “Someone’s gonna bust their nut seein’ you here.” Your eyes widened at his lewd words, your stomach flip-flopping.

“Who’s at the door, Sukuna?” someone called from inside. Then Geto appeared, just as tall and just as sexy in his loose tank top, enviously long black hair, and ripped jeans. He paused when he saw you, shocked before his expression softened. “Wow, what a surprise. You’re cuter in person, y’know.” He gave you a smile adorned with his lip ring before he called for the third member. “Choso, you’ve got a visitor! A fan, it seems.”

And then came Choso who wandered out of his bedroom in Kuromi socks and a white tee that did nothing to hide his toned body. He stared at you as if you were a mythical creature, his mascara-rimmed eyes wide. His cheeks went pink like the softest petals on a rose, somewhat making you throb. “Shit,” he breathed. “I could’ve sworn I just smoked too much before the show, but…that was really you in the audience tonight.”

Geto shared a knowing smile with Sukuna before he stuck his big hand out for you. “Nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” You nearly creamed at the sound of his name escaping his lips. “You too,” you giggled, shaking his hand. You ignored the zip of electricity that shot through your veins as his calloused palm met yours.

“Listen, I’m sorry to come through so randomly like this, but I was just wondering if I can get an autograph. I’m a fan of yours.” You dug your phone out of your crossbody bag, wanting all three on your phone case, but trying not to come off over excited or eager in the face of your three idols. “Ohhh, the pop princess is a fan of ours?” Geto chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. “What an honor. So you want our autographs, eh?”

“Only if you give him an autograph too,” Sukuna joked, nodding at a glaring Choso. “What? You’ve been tellin’ us you wanted one for years now!” You nearly combust right there. Choso is a fan of yours? Are the others fans of your music too?

Geto switched places, leaning his hip against the doorway. “We were just celebratin’ the end of our show. You should come in and hang for a bit with us.” Choso took his place behind the bassist, fidgeting with the tie on his sweats and earning your attention. Especially when it came to the black nail polish on his nails. How would those fingers look sinking inside your–?

“Unless you’re scared,” Sukuna chuckled, giving you a playful smirk. “I’m sure your circle ain’t filled with guys like us.” As if to make this clear, he slid a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit it up right in front of you, his crimson eyes locked on yours. The way his rings glinted and the black polish on his nails glistened had you ready to drop to your knees and suck his cock right there!

If this was done to intimate you, it did the exact opposite. It only made you feel more reckless and way more aroused than you were during the show. “Only if you have beer,” you giggled. The members looked shocked at your agreement to stay, but all the more pleased to have you there as Geto let you come inside their dressing room.

You stayed for about thirty minutes, chatting, drinking, and lowkey flirting with the bandmates. Geto and Choso got into a guitar battle, each one challenging the other to play certain notes as fast as possible on their strings. You just watched, imaging those fingers somewhere else moving just as quickly. As the effects of the beer started to kick in, you felt more open sitting between the three men on the couch. More risky. More flirtatious.

You giggled at Geto’s jokes. You complimented Choso’s songwriting and ear piercings just to see him blush. You foolishly took Sukuna up on smoking a blunt, giving him the finger when he laughed as you coughed and Choso got you some water to ease your lungs. Once the sexual thoughts started coming and the touches started coming (Choso’s knee brushing yours but not moving away; Sukuna’s hand on your thigh; Geto moving a piece of hair away from your glossy lips), you knew it was time to go.

You made an excuse about rehearsals being in the morning to which they took no problem. “Let us know what show you got comin’ up before you leave Cali,” Geto said as he walked you outside to your ride. “Maybe we’ll come through and see you perform.” He gave you a one-armed hug at the door, leaving your hoodie drenched in his scent and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke.

That night, you went back to your condo after successfully dodging paparazzi and used your trusty rose toy on yourself to the thought of those three tattooed studs with Geto’s cologne on the pink hoodie covering your naked body, whimpering out their names as you came two times that night.

You immensely regret your decisions now as your manager gives you the evil eye. You gape at Maki who quickly puts her hands up in defense. “I-It wasn’t me!” she stammers. Your manager shakes his head disappointedly at you. “You forget I have eyes everywhere, Y/N. How else am I supposed to protect my biggest pop star?”

Knowing him, he could have bribed your driver. He could have had people at the venue where The Curses were performing. You swallow hard, trying to think of a counter argument or an apology, but your manager cuts you off. “Oh, and not only did you risk your safety and go to a show by yourself, you also went backstage with the assholes, apparently.”

You scowl at him, alarmed by him knowing this…then you realize it. “You tracked my phone, didn’t you?” you hiss. Your manager blushes, realizing that he’s been caught. He had a habit of doing that to you before and you told him how much you hated it. “You said you’d stop doing that! I’m not a fucking kid!”

Your manager looks around at the prying eyes, realizing that you were doing this in the hall. “Let’s discuss this in private.”

But you step away from him, enraged, nearly knocking into Maki who quickly takes your Stanley cup in fear of you bashing it across your manager’s head. “No! I understand that I put my safety in jeopardy, and I take full accountability for it, but fuck, I needed a break! And I wanted to see my favorite band, so why couldn’t I?”

Your manager’s jaw tenses (not a good sign) and he takes his iPhone out. Wordlessly, he taps away on his phone before he shoves it in your face, showing you TMZ’s website…and several photos of you at The Curses’ concert. You walking into the venue. You in the audience. You walking backstage. You hugging Geto outside.

Oh. So maybe you weren’t as successful as you thought.

“Your image is already being tarnished with the trashy tabloids catching flicks of you and that band,” your manager huffs. “They’re bad news, Y/N, and you know it. When you agreed to be in this business and signed that dotted line, you agreed to the image WE constructed for YOUR career!”

You wither at the photos and under your manager’s scrutiny. You feel stupid and embarrassed. All you wanted was a night to yourself and this happens? Maki quickly steps in though and passes your manager’s phone back to him, hiding the photos from view. “She can’t perform if she’s mentally exhausted, Mr. Manager. Just give it some thought.”

Your manager heaves a sigh and pockets his phone. “Very well. Just go to your dressing room before your Meet N Greet tonight. We can talk about this later.” At the sound of a crash, he quickly excuses himself and hurries off to see what the fuss is about. Maki walks you to your dressing room, tentative yet cautious, not wanting you to pop off or break down. You already feel like glass, vulnerable and transparent.

She leans against the door and warily watches you as you rip off your boots, plopping down on the couch. “I just got word that the Meet N Greet start time was extended because of a medical issue, so your break time is extended. I’ll come get you when the event starts. Call me if you need anything.”

You barely look at her as you mutter out a saddened “I’m fine.” She doesn’t push it and instead leaves you to decompress and be alone with your thoughts. You use the next ten minutes to strip, shower, play your soothing music, and fix your makeup for your Meet N Greet in your vanity mirror. You are just applying setting spray when–

Knock-knock!

You roll your eyes rimmed in mascara and glitter before you storm over to the door in your pink robe. “Maki, I told you I’m fine,” you groan. But when you open your door, it isn’t your agent standing there at all. Your agent isn’t six foot, beefy and buff, tatted up, or a man with spiked pink hair. “Who the fuck is Maki?” Sukuna grumbles, scowling in confusion at you.

Choso stands behind his bandmate in his usual black attire, though he ditched the tee for a muscle tee that squeezes his pecs. “Her agent! She was just with us, you dumbass!” he growls. Sukuna turns to the guitarist, glaring daggers at him. “Call me a dumbass again and see what happens.”

Geto in his deadly Sex Pistols crop top and jeans combo luckily steps in before the two can fight. “Stop. We’re not here to fight in front of this cutie’s door. We’re here to congratulate her on her amazing show.” He turns to you with a smile, his handsome face accentuated by his long ponytail.

You stare up at the three men towering over you, making you feel ten times shorter than you are. You can’t believe it. They’re really here. “Y-You came?” you dumbly ask, your voice soft and whispery. Sukuna and Geto flat out laugh at your response while Choso does his best to stifle his.

“I was serious about payin’ you a visit,” Geto says with a smile. “You were really good.” You feel your face heat at the compliment, exposing yourself as a praise slut down to the bone. “We’re fans of yours too. ‘Specially him, remember?”

He nods at a blushing Choso who elbows him in the ribs. Sukuuna leans against the doorframe, making you think of a giant with how fucking tall he is.

“That was some outfit you had on at the finale,” he croons in his deep, tantalizing voice. You notice Choso’s eyes roam over your robe, making you feel exposed despite the covering. You feel yourself throb at the idea of them admiring you in your costumes tonight, somewhere in the dark in the audience.

Despite still being starstruck, you manage to swallow your spit and open your mouth to talk. “T-Thank you,” you stammer. “Um….you guys wanna come in? I’ve got snacks and drinks. Alcohol included.” You open your door wider to reveal the pink walls and plush pillows in your dressing room. “You guys make yourselves at home and I’ve got plenty in the fridge.”

“R-Really?” Choso stammers, looking like a wide-eyed raccoon with his eyeliner. “You sure it’s okay? We wouldn’t want to–”

Sukuna silences him by wrapping an arm around his neck, squeezing him into his armpit. “Shut up and get inside, dummy,” he huffs, dragging the bass player into your dressing room.

Geto follows after, giving you a whiff of his cologne as he passes you. All of them smell good: Geto has a hint of vanilla in his cologne while Sukuna smells more like pine and Choso has a sprinkling of orange combined with sandalwood. You want to wrap yourself up in all of these scents and have them stain your clothes.

As you shut the door, you watch as the three men look around your room, so comically big that they make the room look like one out of a dollhouse. “Cute room,” Geto comments. “It’s fit for a princess.” He glances at you as he says this, making you flush inside of your fluffy robe. “Did Maki send you?” you curiously ask.

He nods, trailing his finger over one of your pink, plushy pillows on your couch. “She did. Gave us backstage passes and hats too, so nobody would be suspicious.” You make a mental note to thank your agent later.

Sukuna stands over by your kitchenette, his brows narrowed. “Why? You afraid to be seen with us?” Choso and Geto shoot him a glare that says, ‘Shut the fuck up’.

But you don’t take any offense to it, already knowing how hot-headed and aggressive Sukuna can come off. “No way! I just don’t want you guys to get in trouble. My manager isn’t very fond of you.” Sukuna snorts at this, waving off your worry. “Like we give a fuck.”

“We won’t be here for long,” Geto reassures you, giving you a wink. “We just wanted to check in on you after you bailed on us last Friday night.”

“Yeah, we were sure you got sick or something,” Choso says, awkwardly standing by your couch as if he has no idea what to do. Sukuna chuckles, taking a banana from the fruit basket on your counter. “Or that you ain’t like us no more.” He begins to peel it right in front of you and eat it, much to Choso’s scathing glare.

You start to feel guilty for cutting your night so short when you were hoping for so much more…but maybe you can make up for it now. You take a seat on your couch, laughing off their assumptions. “Definitely not that. Sorry I had to leave so soon, but I can make up for it now. I told you I was a fan…and plus, the tattoos help.” You lock eyes with each of them, your tone no doubt flirtatious and suggestive.

Each of the rockstars take notice of your change in demeanor, suddenly stopping whatever they were doing to give you the attention you desire. Sukuna finishes the banana, tossing the peel into the trash can. “You like tattoos?” he asks, his voice making delicious chills roll down your spine. His crimson blood eyes on you give you a sudden sense of confidence that makes you want to act up. “Mmm-hmm. And drummers.”

You watch as Sukuna’s eyes widen a bit, taken aback by your boldness, before a smirk stretches across his face. Geto takes a chance and sits down next to you on your left, crossing one long leg over his knee. “Not guitarists? I’m hurt.” He presses a big hand to his heart, right in the middle of his broad, mouth-watering chest.

Sukuna scoffs, suddenly over near you despite having just been in the kitchenette, and takes a seat on your right, sandwiching you between himself and Geto. “Please. You act like you’re the only one who can play a fuckin’ guitar.” You hum thoughtfully to yourself, looking between the two members’ strong, talented, capable, inked hands. “With fingers like yours, I’m sure you two go head to head.”

You didn’t mean for that to sound as sexual as it did, but it does and all three take notice of it. The air shifts to something that is tense with a sexual energy that makes you want to strip off your robe and douse yourself in cold water. Geto tosses an arm behind the couch, right behind your head. “We could always show you again, y’know. I’m no sore loser, but I don’t back down easily, either. Especially in front of cute girls.” The way he is looking at you makes you want to melt into the couch, his gaze laced with seduction.

The only thing that keeps you from possibly jumping on the two members is Choso’s fine ass. “You keep the water in here, right?” he asks, opening your mini fridge. You nod, telling him to help himself, and exposing your little alcohol collection. Choso takes the bottle of tequila out of the fridge, holding it up with a humored smile.

“What kinda stress are you under to have a bottle of that in your dressin’ room, girl?” Sukuna scoffs with a laugh. You shrug, giggling along with the members. “My manager. Paparazzi. The constant strains of pressure and fame…y’know how it goes.”

“We should break that open then,” Geto suggests, telling Choso to bring over some paper cups. He does, but brings over some water too, sitting down next to Sukuna with the drinks. “So you think your dad, I mean your manager, would approve of us bein’ in here with his precious little popstar?” Sukuna asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You passively shrug as Choso passes you a cup and pours you a shot of the tequila. You can’t bring yourself to care about your manager or your career right now. “Probably not…but he ain’t here right now, is he?” You give each member a sneaky, playful smile. “Plus, this is my dressing room and I can have whoever I want in it.”

A playful, flirtatious light flickers in Geto’s violet eyes, his handsome face making it almost impossible to look at him. “So you want us here?” he asks, his voice dipping low, so low that it makes your nether regions tremble. Instead of answering and drawing your cards all at once, you raise your cup for a toast. “Cheers to a great show and even greater company,” you chirp. The four of you clink cups because taking a shot of the strong, clear liquid.

As soon as it slides down your throat, making it sting, and settles in your stomach, you feel a rush of the warmth that you needed to feel tonight. That warmth grows hotter and hotter like a volcano as time ticks by, chatting and lowkey flirting with the band members. You talk about everything under the sun: favorite artists, animals, places you’ve traveled, foods, movies, etc. You laugh over funny stories and discuss what you’d want to do with your career in ten years.

Suddenly, the band members have been in your dressing room for a half an hour now and you don’t take any notice because of how much you enjoy them being in your presence. And because you’re drunk. You’ve taken too many shots and the tequila is working its wicked ways on you, leading you to strip off your robe and reveal the cropped pink top and teeny, tiny shorts underneath.

You take no notice of the way the three stare at you, their eyes roaming over your legs and the way your thighs peek out under your skirt. Choso winds up next to you since Sukuna got up to ravage your mini fridge. You reach out to gently stroke Choso’s forearm where a tattoo of his little brother’s face is (Yuji, his name is). “I like your tattoos,” you slur. “They’re so pretty.”

The bassist's eyes flicker with light while his cheeks grow pink. “Oh, yeah? You said you like tattoos.” His confidence is oozing out now, the both of you acting up off the tequila. You lazily nod, your hand trailing down to his elbow, his skin hot to the touch. “Mmm-hmm. And piercings.”

“Uh-oh,” Geto chuckles from your left. “Somebody’s a little tipsy.” He sounds far away but near at the same time. Sukuna comes back over with a bottle of chocolate vodka and plops down next to Choso, making the couch shake. “Let’s give her some more. She’s cute when she’s drunk.” He pours you a shot of the vodka, a deviant smirk on his face.

But then you remember…don’t you have something important to do later? “Oh, I-I shouldn’t—”

“It’s your dressin’ room, ain’t it?” the drummer interrupts. “You can do whatcha want.” He pauses, stifling a laugh. “Don’t tell me ya let your manager tell ya whatever he wants ya to.”

You flush at his teasing, hesitantly taking the cup from him. The sweet aroma of the chocolate mixed with the strong scent of the vodka stimulates your nostrils. Sukuna grins at you and he suddenly reminds you of the Big Bad Wolf and you’re being seduced to his jaw.

“A girl like you deserves a break, right?” he chuckles.

Yes. Yes, you do.

So you take the shot. Choso takes it with you, hooking your arms together to down them at the same time. Once the vodka is down, you lean back against the couch to gather yourself, but the couch feels too solid. It’s Geto’s chest. You’re too drunk to be embarrassed about it.

“So you said you like piercings.” His statement takes a moment to process in your foggy head. Everything sounds muffled. “Mmm-hmm,” you hum against his chest, nodding. His hands come around your front to massage your shoulders and neck, his fingers gentle yet firm. “I bet you do,” he murmurs. “I bet you wanna know how one feels.”

Confused, you peer up at him, finding that he is already looking at him. His handsome face eclipses the ceiling fan light above you like the moon would the sun. “What do you mean?” you weakly ask. Suguru smiles, slow and seductive, his lip ring glinting at you. “I’ll show you.”

Before you even realize it, the guitarist is leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It is soft, slow, and tastes like tequila. You moan against his lips, tensing slightly from his unanticipated act, but quickly, you settle into his kiss, melting against the softness of his lips and the coolness of the lip ring pushing against your lips. Strands of his black hair fall from his ponytail, tickling your face.

Then you feel his tongue swirling against yours and with it, the cool metal ball of his tongue piercing. Is that what he meant by “feeling” a piercing? Because if so, you fucking love it.

As soon as it happens, it ends and Geto pulls away, but not before giving your bottom lip a teasing suck, leaving you wanting more and almost gasping for air. “Choso, you’ve got snake bites, right?” he chuckles, giving the bassist a wink. “She might wanna get a taste of those too.”

Suddenly, you are sitting up and facing Choso now, his ringed, tattooed fingers interlaced with yours. Your eyes bounce from his black-ringed eyes to his plump lips where those two black studs stare back at you. “You okay with this, love?” he asks. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ you’re not comfortable with–”

You interrupt him by leaning in and giving each other what you both want, his snakebites pushing against your bottom lip. He moans in surprise at the kiss, but quickly melts into it, his hands moving to grasp your hips. Your fingers toy with his forearms, feeling up the firm muscles, while his pierced tongue toys with yours, swirling and dancing with each other. Heated breaths and soft moans escape your kiss, giving you both the impression that you’re enjoying this.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Sukuna growls impatiently. “I ain’t get my turn yet and neither one of you lowlifes know what the fuck you’re doin’.” Begrudgingly, Choso stops kissing you, his eyes slightly unfocused and dazed with lust.

Suddenly, you find yourself pulled into Sukuna’s lap, your ass on his thighs and his hands wrapped around your waist, one palm squeezing your ass rather possessively. “I’ve got enough piercings for you, princess,” he murmurs before his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth.

And he does. Other than the two rings hanging from his bottom lip, he has three silver balls pierced in a row in his tongue that feel like ridges against your tongue. His kiss is rough and sloppy, causing saliva to gather between your mouths. You moan into the kiss, your hands caressing his gages and helix piercings, trailing down to his stubbled jaw. The rough strands of his stubble brush against your cheeks, making you envision how they would feel rubbing up against the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Ooooh, she likes that,” Geto teases, both he and Choso watch you makeout with their drummer. “Poor baby acts like she ain’t been touched in years.” Sukuna chuckles, the scent of tequila and chocolate vodka on his tongue. “Probably not if her manager’s got her under lock and key.” Both hands are grasping your ass now, moving you so you are straddling him.

“Like the pretty, innocent little thing she is,” Geto sighs from behind you. The compliment makes you flush and want to duck under your bed covers. But Sukuna tsks, disagreeing.

“Pretty? Yes. Innocent? Hell no. This one’s got slutty written all over her.” His tongue juts out to give your jaw a lick, trailing down to your neck.

Geto tuts in disapproval even as you softly whine at Sukuna’s tongue working across your skin. “Oh, don’t be so vulgar, ‘Kuna. Sexy would be a better word, don’t you agree, cutie?” You can’t speak. Your mouth is full of cotton and your tongue is heavy. You smell orange blossom in the air and Choso’s hands are on your shoulders. “Is this still okay?” he whispers. “We’re not botherin’ you with this?”

“Um…” It’s all you can even think to utter. Your mind is foggy and numb, everything sounding like a good idea with the alcohol pumping in your veins. Sukuna laughs, grinning at Choso. “Oh…she’s bothered, but not the way you think. She’s just too shy to ask for what she wants.”

You feel shame at your body betraying you, hating that Sukuna can feel how wet you are. You can feel it yourself staining your shorts now, soaking through your panties. The drummer tilts your chin up to face his intense, lustful eyes that are laser hot and aimed at you. “What’s up, doll?” he coos. “You want me and my bandmates to play with you tonight and make you sing?”

Again, you are silent, too drunk and too embarrassed to speak. Sukuna firmly squeezes your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. “Use your fuckin’ words,” he softly growls. “You want us to fuck you?”

The air is thick with tension and words left unsaid. The ball is in your court now. You should refuse. You should tell them to leave and be the good popstar that you were groomed to be. But the way your pussy is throbbing with need clouds your judgment. “Yes,” you admit. “I-I want that.” You can physically feel the lust and relief radiating off of the three bandmates. “Then you’ll get it,” Sukuna growls. “Your door locks from the inside, right?”

And as soon as your door clicks and locks, you are trapped within the four walls of your dressing room with your very drunk, very horny idols. And you couldn’t ask for a better break time. Time seems to move fast and slow at the same time for you. Every kiss that you get from the idols is slow and wanton, but every piece of clothing that falls to the floor is quick and intense.

You ogle and indulge in your idols’ shirtless upper torsos as their shirts come off before moving onto their shoes, socks, and pants. They strip for you, revealing rippling muscles inked in tattoos, motorboat-worthy pectorales, lickable abs, toned thighs and legs, and grabbable asses.

“Like whatcha see, cutie?” Geto chuckles. You wordlessly nod, earning a laugh of adoration for your cuteness.

Then your clothes come off, Sukuna peeling off your bottoms to reveal your pink thong underneath while Choso takes off your top, carefully peeling it off of your head. Sukuna admires your ass and thighs in your thong, his hands drinking in your soft skin smooth with vanilla-scented lotion. “Such a slut,” he groans. “You’ve been dreamin’ of this, haven’t ya?”

Choso busies himself with your breasts, his hands molding and massaging each one, paying attention to your soft moans. “So pretty,” he murmurs before suckling on one of your hardened nipples. Your moans grow louder, especially when Sukuna begins leaving open-mouthed kisses on your mound. But your sounds are swept up by Geto’s lips when he leans over to kiss you, his pierced tongue swirling with yours.

Suddenly, moments later, you are trapped between Geto and Sukuna, hands in your hair and a cock against your naked asscheeks only covered by the straps of your soaked thong. You are on your knees between Sukuna’s thick tree-trunk thighs, his hands possessively grasping your face as he kisses you while Geto ruts his hard, girthy, curved cock up against your ass, soft groans leaving his lips.

“Fuck, cutie pie,” Geto sighs, loving the way his cock, tan like the rest of him, looks between your asscheeks. “You’ve got an ass fit for a stage, you know that, right?”

SMACK!

His big hand comes down onto your asscheek, making it sting. “Ah!” you gasp, tearing yourself away from Sukuna’s lips to gasp at the sudden pain. The drummer tsks, scowling at Geto as the guitarist runs a hand across your arched back. “You didn’t do it hard enough. Lemme show you how it’s done.” Then he mirrors Geto, raising his hand and smacking your ass.

SMACK!

He hits harder than Geto, causing the sound to ricochet across the dressing room walls. You let out a choked moan as the stinging sensation overcomes you, spreading across your asscheek like a wildfire. He does it again, making your ass jiggle and tears spring into your eyes. But despite the pain, your pussy throbs as if it is a pulsing, throbbing heart in your thong.

“Didn’t that feel good?” Sukuna chuckles, cocking his head at you. His thumbs wipe at your right cheek where a lone tear drop drips down your face. “Aww, what’s with the tears, doll? Did that hurt…or is that poor lil’ pussy desperate for somethin’?”

Geto moans from behind you, still rutting and grinding his cock up against your panty-covered pussy, making the fabric so wet that it sticks to your lips. “Clearly. She’s rubbin’ up against me…fuckin’ soaking me.” You continue to rub yourself back against his cock, much to Choso’s enjoyment. He watches from the sidelines, his hand in his pants, teasing himself, his face flushed pink at the lewd sight. “C’mon, guys,” he groans. “I’m here too. Stop hogging her.”

The cock is suddenly torn away from you, depriving you of what you need. “Oh, of course not,” Geto chuckles. “We’ve gotta let the popstar take care of her biggest fan.” He gives your ass another smack and a feeble grab before he lets Choso have you, telling Sukuna to cut it out and let their guitarist have a taste of you now.

You move onto Choso, admiring his body as he stands before you over the couch, shrugging his pants and briefs down in one swipe. His cock reveals itself to you: pale, veiny, slightly pink at the head, and pierced. Your eyes widen at the silver frenum piercing there in front of your naked eyes, ready to be tasted. Standing up on your knees on the couch cushions, you stare up at a blushing Choso who stares down at you as if you’re a Goddess reincarnated.

“Look at what you do to me,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around his dick. His balls, smooth and heavy, hang for you, ready to be suckled on. “No one makes me like this but you.”

And then, finally, he is jutting his hips out and sliding his cock in your wet mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet, plushy insides of your cheeks wrapping around you.

You begin to suck on him, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks for him, earning soft groans in response to your actions. His cock slides against your tongue, pushing farther to reach your throat, emitting a groan from his soft lips. “Fuck,” he swears, his breath hitched on the word. “Now would you look at that,” Geto whistles. “So eager. “Y’know, you suck almost as good as you sing and dance, cutie pie.”

Zzzziiiip. Suddenly, he’s standing next to Choso with his thick cock in your face, jutting from a nest of neat, black curls and a mouth-watering happy trail.

He smirks at you with his bandmate’s dick in your mouth, loving how slutty you look. “Think you can take me too, cutie? I’m a little bigger than that sparkly mic you use, but I think you can manage two dicks, can’t you?”

Choso’s cock slides out of your mouth and is quickly replaced with Geto’s, filling your throat up and slowly fucking it as if it is no more than a toy for his consumption. You stroke Choso’s cock with one free hand, allowing him to fuck your fist while Geto busies himself inside of your mouth, his hand clasped in your hair.

And then another cock appears in your peripheral vision, right next to Choso. This one is girthier and curves downward, the pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced at the tip. “Make that three,” Sukuna growls, pushing his cock up against your soft cheek. “Don’t leave me outta of this. You wanted us and now you’ve fuckin’ got us.”

Geto slides himself out of your mouth and Sukuna’s cock pushes itself between your lips, forcing itself into your mouth. “Just ‘cause you’re some big star don’t mean you get to be pampered,” he grunts, hissing at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him.

Sukuna is much rougher with you, gripping your hair and pounding his cock into your mouth, causing his balls to swing and slap against your chin. “The biggest pop star in the game on her knees with three dicks in her face.” He pauses, laughing to himself. “What a headliner! Do you realize how lucky you are right now, dollface?” He pulls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of spit connecting from his cock head to your bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so and he leans down to spit between your lips. He doesn’t need to tell you what to do with it. As if programmed for it, you spit his saliva back onto his cock and slurp it back up into your mouth, earning aroused groans from the three members.

For the next few minutes, your mouth is used as their personal fleshlight, only used to stimulate and please them. When one cock goes out, another goes in, filling your sloppy throat and fucking it, damn near causing you to gag. Their dicks reach the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes and drip down your face, ruining your makeup and leaving traces of mascara and glitter.

As they fuck your mouth with abandon, you rub yourself against the couch cushions, grinding your cunt against them for relief. The more you suck, the hornier you get, your pussy gushing and creaming in your panties. Sukuna notices and smiles wolfishly. “You good, doll? Those hips are movin’ around an awful lot.”

He taps his cock against your tongue. Tap-tap-tap. “Needy slut. Ya need some help with that?”

You don’t even have to say yes. They already know from the swirl of your hips. Your body can no longer control itself. Suddenly, you are being bent over onto all fours while Geto and Sukuna kneel behind you.

“You take care of her mouth, Choso,” Geto murmurs, his hand stroking your ass. “We’ll take care of your girl back here.” Sukuna cuts him a glare that could kill, but Geto ignores it. “She’s got two holes for a reason,” he chuckles.

In the blink of an eye, you have those two holes filled with skillful, pierced tongues while Choso fucks your mouth off its hinges. You have never felt as used as you do now, on all fours with your back arched and two tongues fucking your holes. Sukuna sloppily eats your cunt, sucking on your pussy lips and clit, while Geto pries your asscheeks apart, spitting into your hole before slurping it back up.

You squirm and writhe with every movement, doing your best to keep your mouth latched around Choso’s cock even as you moan and whine from every spark of electric, explosive pleasure that enters your core.

“Oooh, she’s a squirmer,” Geto laughs against your hole. “Does it feel that good, cutie?” Sukuna growls against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body that make you tremble. “Hold her down. She’s not gonna do fuck-shit when I’m back here.”

Geto obliges and firmly holds your thighs while Sukuna grabs hold of your ankles, pinning them to the cushions. Now you can’t move and you’re forced to take every tongue lashing they give you, their moans traveling into the very tips of your toes and fingers. Lewd, sloppy, wet sounds travel through the air from the tongue fucking you’re receiving and your wet lips wrapped around Choso’s dick.

You can feel yourself reaching the end, your holes becoming too sensitive the wetter they become. You scream around Choso’s cock, causing vibrations to travel from his balls all the way up to his head that plunges deep into your throat. “God!” he gasps. “L-Love…fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! I-I’m gonna…gonna–”

Knock, knock, knock!

“Y/N!” Maki calls through the door. “The Meet N Greet starts in fifteen! I came to get you!” You swear you’ve never felt such fear. Choso instantly pulls out of your mouth while Geto and Sukuna cease in their lingus. “Shit!” the band cuss in unison.

You press your finger to your lips, silencing them. You need to handle this if you want to finish what you started. “Y/N?” Maki calls again and knocks, causing you to jump. “Are you asleep?”

You quickly clear your throat, preparing a lie. “U-Uh, I’m up!” you call, doing your damnedest to sound normal and like you’re not engaging in a foursome right now. “I’ll be out soon, Maki. I’m just fixing my makeup and hair right now. Come get me in five.”

Maki makes a hum of uncertainty, but gives in regardless. “Okay, but you’d better be ready because Mr. Manager is already high strung tonight.” And then she’s walking away, her heels clicking down the hall. You release the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, thanking a higher power for their blessing.

You then turn your attention back to your idols, raising an eyebrow. “Think you guys can cum in under fifteen minutes?” you ask. The three men smile, overjoyed that you still want to end this night with a nut. “You got any lube hidin’ in here?” Sukuna asks, giving your pussy a harsh smack that makes a high-pitched whine escape you.

After finding your secret stash of sex toys (rose toy, vibrator, and cherry-flavored lube) in your Hello Kitty duffle bag, Sukuna squirts some lube onto his fingers and proceeds to rub it along your asshole while you’re on all fours on the carpeted floor, shivering and whimpering from the cold substance.

He gently probes your ass with one finger, paying close attention to the way you whine and arch your back like a cat in heat, his cock growing harder at the sights and sounds of you. For extra lubrication and stimulation, he pries your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue in, slurping at your asshole and spitting in it, telling you how cute you are back there and how can’t wait to stretch you out so no other man can even compare.

After you apply some lube to his cock, Geto gently pulls you down onto the floor with you in his lap, straddling his toned stomach and rubbing his cock against your sobbing wet pussy lips. “Just look at me, okay, cutie? I wanna see your face when you take all three of us.” His violet eyes stare deep into yours despite turning into slits as soon as his cock sinks deep inside of your pussy, causing you both to moan and for your nails to sink into his chest.

Choso stands above you, stroking his cock to the image of you bouncing on his bandmate’s dick, cheeks flushed and eyes hopeful for his chance to fuck your throat again. Sukuna stays in his place behind you, rubbing his cock up and down your asscheeks. “Bet you’ve been dreamin’ of this,” he grunts. “All of us fucking you dumb. Haven’t you?”

Rapid puffs and huffs of air leave your lips as Geto bounces you up and down, causing the sound of skin slapping against skin to drift into the air as your ass comes down onto his thick, muscular thighs. “Y-Yes,” you weakly moan. “Couldn’t…oh, fuck…couldn’t help it!”

Geto’s cock feels too good for words. Every time it brushes against the wet, gummy walls of your cunt, stretching you out, and your internal clit is stimulated, your mind grows blank and nothing else matters.

“Be gentle with her,” Choso orders. “She has her Meet N Greet soon.” Even as he says this, he rubs his cock against your soft cheek, causing you to turn to gently suckle on the head. Geto grins at him, his handsome face etched in pleasure from your wonderful, tight, wet pussy wrapped around him. “Don’t worry, Cho; we’ll make sure she can still walk by the time we’re done with her.”

But Sukuna is less optimistic or supportive. “No promises,” he cackles. “Not that she’s complainin’ about it. Now can you two shut up and fuck her already?” Choso obliges by sticking his cock farther into your mouth, once again filling it, making your lips stretch around his shaft.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He proceeds to fuck you in time with Geto, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to keep you still.

“Keep that mouth busy, Choso,” Sukuna orders. “Brace yourself, doll. You’re gonna feel a little full.” He gives your ear a teasing lick before he lines himself up and slowly sinks his cock into your asshole. Inch by inch. Second by inch. ‘Full’ isn’t even the right word to use to describe how you feel when he slides his cock in the tight rim of your asshole. You have never felt like this before.

It takes a moment to adjust and surprisingly, Sukuna allows you that time by pausing and slowing his movements, paying attention to your body language. But once you’re finally loosened up, your holes practically melt around the three cocks fucking them, back to back, al at once pounding you senseless. “Easy, baby,” Geto coos. “Just relax, we’ve gotchu. Just let us fuck you…let us make you feel real good.”

The sounds of their moans, grunts, and swears of pleasure drift through the air like cigarette smoke, traveling up the ceiling and bouncing off of the walls. Your holes become sloppy from the spit, lube, and pre-cum entering them, making them easier to fuck. You are used as if you are no more than a fuck toy. A fleshlight. A sex doll. You can’t get enough of it, arching your back and shoving your jiggling breasts into Geto’s face which he happily sucks on.

“Ah, fuck!” Choso groans, his eyes squeezed tight from the pleasure. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good!”

“So fuckin’ good,” Geto moans. “Don’t, ah, let this go to your head, oh, fuck, but your pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”

Sukuna leans over to whisper in your ear, giving you deep, long strokes that have you crooning and whining around Choso’s cock. “How’s it feel gettin’ your holes pounded by some rock stars, huh, babydoll?” he gruffly asks. “Is it everything your slutty ass thought it’d be?”

As if saying yes, your throat flexes and latches tight around Choso’s cock, nearly making him bust right there. “Fuck, whatever you two just did, do it again!” he whines. “Her throat just got tighter!”

Geto places his big hands on your ass and proceeds to drill himself up into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars over and over again. “C’mon, cutie, work for our cum,” he pants. “Make yourself cum all over this cock. You can do it.” Combined with his pounding, Sukuna’s deep dicking, and Choso’s moans as he fucks your mouth, you have no choice in the matter anymore.

You don’t even realize you’re screaming until Choso’s cock slips out of your mouth.“Oh, my God!” you moan, loud enough for anyone outside of your dressing room to hear. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!” Your screams of pleasure continue to escape your mouth, growing more and more needy, desperate, and wild the closer you get to cumming.

You don’t even hear the sounds of knocks at the door over the sound of sex. “Y/N?!” Maki yells outside your door. “What’s going on? Open the door!”

You don’t hear her or the door knob jiggling. You only hear your idols’ salacious moans and Geto’s sweet voice in your ear. “Give it to us, baby,” he whispers. “Give us all that cum and take those loads. You’re such a good girl.” The three go faster and rougher, pounding you senseless, ruining your makeup and hair as Sukuna pulls on your locks and Choso fucks your mouth so roughly that the tears dripping from your eyes ruins your foundation.

The knocks on the door become louder, booming against the wood. “Y/N!” your manager shouts. “Open the door! Y/N, who’s in there with you?!”

And then finally, with a needy whine that nearly makes your throat hoarse, you finally spill your cum all over Geto’s cock, squeezing him for dear life as you try to drain every ounce of his nut out of him. Your orgasm triggers the band members’ and soon, they are finally cumming for you too. “Cumming!” Choso moans. “I’m…gonna…fucking…”

Suddenly, all three of the sexy, tatted, pierced up rockstars shoot every ounce of their creamy loads in every single one of the holes they occupy. Geto grips your hips and screws his handsome face up, sweat trickling down his neck as he cums deep inside of your pussy, causing your thighs to become sticky and wet with the substance.

With a guttural moan and every single cuss word known to man, Sukuna grips your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he shoots his load into your ass, filling the tight hole up with his spunk before pulling out to rub the rest onto your asscheeks. Choso chooses your face to cum on, pulling out and quickly fucking his fist before ropes of white cum spurt out of his pierced cockhead, coating your lips, cheeks, and tits in the sticky, wet substance.

You are completely and totally covered with their cum by the time your dressing room door is forced open. Your head swivels around to face your agent, your manager, and the two big, burly security guards that they got to break in your door. “Oh, my God!” Maki shouts, dropping her iPad in shock. She and the others’ faces are etched in shock and horror as they are met with the sight of you and The Curses completely naked with the dressing room smelling of sex.

A beat of awkward silence extends in the tense, cum-and-lube-scented room before the band members each let out a laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr. Manager, sir,” Geto chuckles, gently stroking your ass. “We were just leaving. We just had to help out your little star.”

Gently, he and Sukuna pull out of your holes with matching groans, causing their cum to ooze out of your pussy and ass down your thighs. As they quickly get dressed, Choso gently lies you down on the couch and passes you some tissues for your face. “Just relax, love,” he coos. “You did so well. Here, let’s get you covered.” He passes you your robe and helps you dress in it, even tying it for you.

After he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gathers his clothes, Geto leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck tonight, cutie,” he murmurs. “We had so much fun with you tonight. Give us a call when you’re in Cali again~”

Then it’s Sukuna’s turn. “Sorry for the mess,” he jokes to your team, shirtless with his jeans sagging low. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, his crimson eyes filled with mirth. “Oh, and thanks for the souvenir, dollface. See ya around.”

And then, just like that, your idols are gone, swiftly rushing past your manager, Maki, and security still standing there in shock. When you finally find your brain and check your robe pocket, there, in your palm, is a note scribbled in Choso’s handwriting are three phone numbers: his, Geto’s, and Sukuna’s.

“Y-Y/N,” your manager stammers. “What in the hell happened here?”

You quickly hide the note back in your pocket and smile, giddy and your heart skipping like a schoolgirl’s even as your holes are oozing with cum and your pretty makeup is fucked up.

“Just a Meet N Greet,” you jokingly reply. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shower for my fans.” Then you quickly rise onto your wobbly legs and walk to the bathroom, grinning as you do.

THE END.

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