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“eyes on me, arching my back…eyes on me, how you like that ?”
alt!drummer!geto x f!reader x frat!gojo
your eyes kept glancing at the clock, watching the minutes go by as it got closer to you needing to leave. music blared throughout the shared room, 3 different girls all playing different music, a distinct sound of bottles clanking and laughter following as you checked your makeup for the last time before you walked out. “eh..it’ll be dark enough to not notice a fucked up lash cluster i’ll be fine.” you mumbled while still trying to set it in place before a bang on the door interrupted you.
“Y/NNNNNNNN!!! HURRY UPPP WE’RE DOWN HALF THE TITOS AND YOU HAVENT HAD A SIP BITCH LETS GO!!” Yuki yelled, clearly being the reason you’re down half a bottle. a slight laugh leaves your lips as you push yourself away from the mirror and open the door to see Yuki already sliding down the wall laughing her ass off at practically nothing. “okay bitch that’s enough for you.” you laugh tapping her head as you walk past her to the kitchen to start pregaming with Shoko before you leave to the bar.
Shoko lets out a loud whistle as you poured yourself a drink. “i know you’re not coming home alone tonight!” she exclaims twirling you around, you both laughing as alcohol trickles down your chin. “and if you don’t i’ll make damn sure you end up in my bed atleast!” she laughs, smacking your butt playfully before she continues sipping on her own drink. “hey, it’s happened once before who says it won’t happen again?” you wink at her half joking, half not, who knows?
you, Shoko, and Yuki have been best friends since sophomore year of highschool, that didn’t stop when you went to college and roomed together, and still didn’t stop when y’all got an apartment together junior year. there’s never been a dull moment between you three, it was like a secret club that no one could ever know the password to get in to. you made other friends, joined clubs, a sorority, tutored, partied, but nothing could hold a candle to the flame that you three’s friendship held in your life, and that was perfectly fine by you.
after about another half hour of drinking and dancing around the living room while singing horrible pop songs, the uber finally arrived and you piled in, you and Shoko in the back while Yuki sat in the front talking the drivers ear off the whole way. “this band is supposed to be really good!” you exclaimed over the drivers loud music to drown out Yuki’s persistent attempts at conversation. “i heard about it at one of the banquets i went to last week, the frat president of Kappa Sigma said that one of his old friends from highschool plays in it and sometimes he’ll join in too whenever they’re in town.” you showed your phone to Shoko who was closing one eye to look at it to read it properly. “why the hell is Gojo playing in a damn rinky dink band? he still uses his fingers to count, i doubt he’d know how to play an instrument.” she laughs nudging the phone back to you. “bitch i don’t know, i guess he played in it in highschool and then stopped whenever he went to college i don’t know his life story.” “damn! i’m a shitty friend then!” she laughed as you rolled your eyes as the car came to a stop. “BYE MR UVAR JAVAR!!” Yuki squeals opening the door. “dude, just get the fuck out.” the driver yells, the tires squealing as he makes a break for it down the street after the three of you climb out. “holy shit, my uber rating is going to tank because of you.” Shoko groans rubbing her temples watching Yuki bounce away to the line waiting to get in.
you keep reading over the groups infographic flyer trying to get a feel of the vibe. you absent-mindedly chew at the corners of your acrylics, so lost in thought you don’t even realize you’re face to face with the bouncer until he lets out an impatient scoff as you shuffle in your bag to hand over your ID and scoot your way in behind your girls. you’re met with an immediate feeling of the bass thumping, mixed with spilt overly priced alcohol, various perfumes and colognes, and the unfortunate scent of people’s 24 hour deodorant fighting for their lives. “go get us a good spot at the front!” you yell to Shoko trying to reign in Yuki, “i’ll grab us some more drinks! and by us, i mean just me and you…she’s had enough.” Shoko shoots you a look that screams, ‘yeah, no shit’ before she turns around and slings her arm around the drunken blonde, hauling her to the closest part of the stage.
with shouted, half hearted, “excuse me!’s”, “sorry!’s” and “coming through!’s” you finally made it to the bar counter to look through what will get you where you need to be at the fastest, and preferably, the cheapest. you’re tapping your fingers to the beat of whatever shitty mashup the DJ was playing as a pregame to the live music and reading the specials when you felt a heavy, all too familiar weight engulf your backside.
“BAAABEEE YOU MADE IT!” Gojo yells holding you to make your body sway back and forth with him to the music. an exasperated laugh leaves your lips as you hold his hands and spin yourself to greet him with a proper hug. “well if it isn’t the president himself! to what do i owe this honor?” “just a free drink will work just fine for me darlin’!” “men really used to go to war, and now they ask girls at the bar to buy them a drink, some world we live in.” you joke teasingly pushing back his shoulders while he dramatically grabs the spot and pretends to faint onto this figure behind him that you never noticed before now, but he definitely noticed you.
you glance up to meet the piercing gaze of the towering 6 foot tall man behind Gojo, and you find your greetings suddenly get caught in your throat. the first thing that caught your attention was all of his piercings, ears, eyebrow, lip, and as you trailed down with your eyes admiring his fit biceps on full display thanks to his black band tee’s sleeves being fully cut off, you start to wonder if he has a hidden piercing as well. Gojo’s eyes flickered from your stare to the man behind him who you were undressing with your eyes and a small, perhaps even devious, grin crept upon his face. “(y/n) how rude of me,” he coughs, forcing you back into reality. “this is my best friend who’s in the band playing tonight! his name is Ge-“ “Suguru.” the man interrupted, lazily wrapping his arm around Gojo and giving you a once over look while he tongues his lip piercing.
You felt your body heat up almost immediately as you became acutely aware of what you were wearing, over analyzing everything you decided to put on before you left the house, wondering if he could see that stray lash cluster that never wanted to properly stay on. Gojo mouths something to the bartender behind you and slides his black card over as you nervously twirled your hair, still being scrutinized by the tall dark haired man, almost as if he could sense your nervousness a smirk replaced his nonchalant gaze as he reached his large, calloused hand out to remove the hair from your hand and tuck it behind your ear. “Any friend of Satoru’s is a friend of mine, thanks for coming out tonight.” You gave him a sheepish smile as you took the fresh round of drinks Gojo bought for the three of you.
“Cmon babe we gotta do our cheers for good luck.” Gojo said as he brought the shot glass to his lips. “Your cheers?” Geto asks, with an eyebrow raised looking between you two. “It’s something we made up freshman year when we met at formal,” you explained, reminiscing on meeting Gojo for the first time. You had the hots for him for a little bit, but you knew you would just be forgotten by the next weekend if you let it get farther than a crush, so you never let it cross that line, only the occasional drunk makeout, maybe over the shirt stuff, but never anything more. “HA! Yes, I remember you being so nervous because all of your sisters were off getting drunk and left you alone to stand at the corner of the room all dressed up for no reason.” Gojo laughed. “Anyways, you take the glass, kiss it to your lips, and then you clink the others glass like an indirect kiss and you shoot it.” He explained as you brought your faces together to clink the glass and throw it back, loving the warmth and tingle the fresh shot gave you. Gojo picked up two more shots and handed one back to you as he looked at Geto. “Okay now all three of us, ready Sugu?” Geto rolled his eyes at your antics and reluctantly put his lips to the glass as the two men bent down to reach your height, a soft clink filled your little bubble as you three shot it back again, maintaining yours and Gojo’s buzz and starting Geto’s. A laugh escaped your lips as you saw Geto hold back from making a face as he shivered as the alcohol went down, he glanced over at you with an intent, piercing stare, intrigued at your laugh as you pressed your fingers to your lips to keep another one from escaping, returning his stare, more flirtatious than before now that you had the confidence to do so.
Gojo lazily wrapped his arm around your waist as you leaned into him, a show that’s become more second nature as your relationship developed. “Next time we should do that without the glasses, huh (y/n)?” Gojo teased, playfully pinching your side that caused you to laugh again at the sensation. “Who’s to say? Suguru over here doesn’t seem to be that type of guy.” You joked, reaching your hand out to grasp Geto’s hand, absentmindedly twirling one of his rings around on his finger. “This guy? Oh please, you don’t even know what we got up to in high-“ “If you’re involved I can be whatever you want me to be.” Geto interrupted with a smile, shooting Gojo a look in a secret language you didn’t understand, although he got the message clear as day, evident by the wide grin on his face and his eyes peering over his sunglasses, meeting his gaze. Before you could form a response Geto gave your hand a tender squeeze and ruffled Gojo’s hair before he turned around, throwing his hand up as a lazy goodbye. “i’m going on stage, I better see you two front row.”
You and Gojo held onto eachother as you formed a path to the front row area that was being held down by Yuki and Shoko, already dancing to the now winding down music, Gojo greeted Yuki with a smile and a kiss to the top of Shoko’s head as she joined you at the other side of Gojo giving him a lazy side hug. Shoko knew Gojo long before you did, an old friend from early middle school, well before you two met, but never as close to him as she was with you and Yuki, Yuki and Gojo have had an annoying sibling relationship since the moment he popped into your lives, and you thoroughly enjoyed this arrangement, your two best friends and the stray dog that sometimes hangs out with you guys when he wants to escape the noise.
As the singer of the band made introductions and began the first song, you spotted Geto towards the left backside playing the drums. Gojo moved in rhythm to Yuki’s dancing, bouncing you and Shoko on his hips causing y’all to laugh and do the same back to him. The band played a mix of their own songs, and covers of other songs, but no matter what they were playing you kept catching Geto’s eyes, causing you to scream and cheer in response, making him smile and look back down at the drums in embarrassment. Soon enough Yuki grabbed your hands and started twirling you around urging you to dance with her. You began to laugh and match whatever moves Yuki was doing, wobbling slightly from the alcohol and overwhelming sense of fun you were having. Like always, Gojo’s arms find their way slinked around your waist from the back and your arms instinctively go up around his neck and in his hair, following whatever rhythm he wanted as your back was pressed into his chest. You two danced like that for the last two songs, occasionally twirling and grinding on eachother laughing, watching Yuki and Shoko do the same, albeit more raunchily than you and Gojo. You glanced back up at the stage, hoping to meet Geto’s eyes again, and you did, but not like how you wanted. His teeth were grit, mouth firm in an unpleased expression as he stared intently at you and Gojo, face red and dripping with sweat. Gojo let out a soft laugh by your ear, his eyes also meeting Geto’s, you felt him form a smirk as he pressed the side of his face into yours, almost like he was rubbing something in. That elicited a challenging smile from Geto as he rolled his eyes and mouthed a clear, ‘fuck you.’ “Looks like I’ve done it now.”
Shoko and Yuki kissed you bye as they left, catching their uber and promising to leave the door unlocked for you as you waited by the exit with Gojo, hoping to meet up with Geto one final time. He rounded the corner, a small bookbag on his back, still dripping in sweat with a playful grin on his face as he shoved Gojo’s shoulder. “What was that man? Tryna put on a show for me?” Gojo feigned ignorance as he took his arm off of your shoulder and held it up in defense. “Not a clue what you’re talking about man, you staying with us tonight or do you have some fancy hotel you need to get back to?” “Us?” you asked, swaying side to side still in the moment of the music. “Uh yeah it’s Friday, we always hang out on Fridays, you can’t leave me with this douche by myself!” Geto scoffed in response to Gojo, adjusting his backpack, a slight look of panic washed over his face, but it quickly went away. “Shit, I think I left something backstage, let me go grab it and i’ll meet you guys at the car.” “I can go with you!” You offered, more excitedly than you meant to. “i’ve never been backstage before, I need a tour from my favorite band member.” You smiled grabbing his arm. “I’ll come too.” Gojo said but Geto cut him off quickly. “Not this time man, go start the car and we’ll meet you.” Geto said squinting his eyes at him, they both had a silent conversation with just their eyes before Gojo relented and turned on his heels to go to the car. “Don’t take too long, I don’t want us waking anybody up when we get home.”
You followed Geto, arm wrapped around his and hand holding his bicep as you had idle conversation, talking about how he started the band, what Gojo did when he was in it, what his life was like now, how your life’s been, what you hope to get out of the future. “What’s your relationship with Satoru like?” he asked finally as you two got to ‘his’ room backstage. “I mean it’s just what it is.” You shrug as you walk through the door with him, taking in the dressing room like atmosphere. “I’ve known him for almost three years now, I’d say we’re close but I wouldn’t say we have that sort of relationship if that’s what you’re interested in.” You smile lazily as you hop onto one of the tables, swinging your legs as Geto looks around the room for something that you had a sneaking suspicion was never there in the first place. “So you two have never kissed? Nothing? I find that hard to believe based on what I saw.” He laughed, still pretending to look. “Oh I never said that, we have but there’s no meaning behind it, that complicates things too much to try to put a meaning on Gojo’s actions.” you waved your hand dismissing him. “Wait, based on what you saw? What is that supposed to mean?” “Yknow at the bar, and I couldn’t stop staring at you the whole set. Call me crazy but I wished I was down in the crowd with you guys instead of on stage.” He said with a smile walking back up to you, leaning beside you on the table. “What? Are you jealous that you weren’t dancing with me?” Your fingers found his hands as you gently massaged his slightly red hands. Geto’s response got stuck in his throat momentarily at the surprise of his hand in yours. “I liked looking at you up there,” you hummed. “You’re really good at what you do, I didn’t hear what else was going on half the time. All I could hear was you playing,” your fingers trailed up his arm as his hand found your thigh, gently caressing the exposed skin. “You looked really good up there, I could get used to looking up at you.” You whispered in his ear, using every ounce of your liquid confidence to your advantage. Your breath hitched as his hand found its way slowly moving up your thigh. “I can’t say I didn’t like what I was looking at either.” He answered back, moving to tower over your sitting body. “Watching you touch Satoru like that, watching him touch you like that,” he said his face inching closer to yours. “Honestly I couldn’t tell whose position I wanted to be in more.” “Why not both?” you asked your hands finding their way into his hair and gripping his now messy, poor excuse of a bun as he let out a small groan in response. “I mean we did offer earlier.” His hands finally made their way into your skirt, thumb toying with your clothed clit, causing you to arch your back on instinct. At that sign, Geto closed the distance, kissing you with a hunger he’d been holding in since the moment he met you. His thumb rubbing you in smooth, calculated circles as your hand found the front of his pants, palming and jerking it in the same rhythm causing you both to pant and moan into eachothers mouths as the air around you got thicker and filled you both with electricity. You yanked him closer into you by his bun causing another animalistic groan escape his lips as he responded by moving your panties to the side and entering one, then two fingers into your soaked hole. “Oh fuck Suguru~!” you moaned arching farther back, pulling him with you as he practically crawled onto the table with you to stay in close proximity. You started to grind into his curling fingers, causing his thumb to stimulate your clit even more filling the room with your mewling and whining. Your lips found the crook of his neck, peppering feverish kisses and sinking your teeth in to prevent yourself from making any more noises as his fingers found the perfect spot everytime.
He groaned in response, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your teeth in his neck, the pace of his rubbing and fingering quickened. “Cmon pretty girl let me hear you,” he cooed into your ear in a hushed, erotic tone. “Daddy wants to hear your pretty little voice again, I deserve it for doing such a good job tonight, right?” “Fuck Suguru, yes you do, you did so good baby, you did so good.” You mewled out in pure ecstasy pulling his face down into your cleavage, where he promptly bit down on the exposed areas and sucked over them as an apology.
Your phone continued to buzz beside you, you paid it no mind but Geto picked it up annoyed, reading the contact to see the message. His pace softened to a painfully slow and lazy circling as he bent down to your ear to read the message. “Your little Gojo baby said we need to hurry up and get to the car, he said he’s missing you already..” he hummed into your ear as you continued to buck your hips up trying to maintain the friction you once had. “I thought you guys didn’t have a relationship? Am I interrupting something between you two if I go?” “I told you we don’t have one,” you whined scratching at him to attempt him to keep moving his fingers as they continued to slow. “You won’t be interrupting something that’s not there.” “What if I want something to be there?” he mused, quickening his pace.
The thought had never crossed your mind truthfully, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol, this gorgeous man’s fingers giving you the best feeling of your life, or even if it was the pent up tension between you and Gojo that is never spoken about, but the thought of those two men on top of you, hell, even just the thought of watching them on eachother brought you extremely close to your climax. “Between who?” you asked, barely able to get the question out. “Between all of us, me and you, you and him, him and I. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he grinned down at you, hair falling out of his bun covering his eyes. “More than anything.” “Then let’s go.” he said as he abruptly stopped and pulled his fingers out of you, dripping in your own slick, pressing them to your mouth as you opened and let them in sucking yourself dry off of him as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. You watched as heat rose back up to his face, and the bulge in his pants get more apparent at the sight. He grabbed his phone, sent off a quick message as he slung his bag back over his shoulder and fixed your skirt back and lifted you off the table, arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back out the door and through the exit.
His still damp fingers pressed comfortably into your sides as he held you steady, still wobbling in your heels from the extreme stimulation you just went through. In the distance you saw Gojo leaned up against his expensive car, sunglasses on top of his head showing off his piercing blue eyes, arms folded on his chest with an expectant and excited grin on his face as you two walked up to him. “Took you two long enough, I’m jealous I wasn’t invited this time.” he fake pouted as Geto made his way to his side, his hands affectionately running down his side as Gojo reached his arm out to you to take your rightful place on the opposite end of him. “Don’t worry Satoru, you’ll get your turn.” Geto smiled as his hand snaked to the bottom of Gojo’s stomach and yours reached up to the back of his neck, gently caressing it causing him to let out a content smile at the two of you touching him. “Let’s go home Gojo baby~” you whispered into his ear, just loud enough for Geto to hear, causing him to shoot you an envious smile. “I want to shower with you~” you said loud enough this time for the both of them to hear. “With who?” they said simultaneously. “With whoever gets in there first.” you tease moving past them to climb into the passenger seat, a harsh smack hit both of your ass cheeks before you could sit down. Gojo leaned down to meet your face while Geto packed his stuff in the car and got into the back seat. “You don’t have to (y/n), I don’t want you to regret anything.” he whispered seriously. You pressed your lips to his, the alcohol long worn off by now, finally admitting something to yourself that you never wanted to. “I won’t regret this.” you whispered to him as you pulled away, a delicate smile played at the corners of his lips as he shut your door and got into the driver side putting the car into gear. “In that case, we’ll have one more participant than we normally do Sugu~” “Fine by me.”
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this is just part one guys! i have part two ready to be posted tomorrow i just didn’t want this to be one long post :3
hope you guys enjoy, and as always, dms and requests are always open! <3
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~este, lostmaryenthusiast
