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this is a work of fiction c: content warning for non-consent, forced inebriation, vomit, knifeplay and no regards for capitalization.

i've been waiting for this concert for months. it's a small venue, smallish punk metal band, and we know we'll be standing in the pit. mosh pit fits the vibe. we enter, seeing some of my boyfriends friends waiting for us near the merch line. they wave us over and we exchange greetings, most of them being friends i've already met. all except for one.

"...and Oli, i dont think you've met my girlfriend bubbie yet." my boyfriend gestures towards Oli, pretty much the same height and build as my boyfriend, and definitely my type. but i push that thought down, giving him a wave before my boyfriend leaves to grab us some waters.

i make light conversation with his friends, i don't see them very often, or know them very well for that matter. but they make my boyfriend happy, and that's good enough for me. they all seem chill enough, and i don't feel uncomfortable or awkward being alone around them. we get into the merch line, some of the group eyeing t-shirts they saw online. the line is long and a bit chaotic as people scatter to buy merch before the show starts. i'm chatting up someone beside me about the shirt designs when i feel a hand slide around my waist. i jump a bit, not expecting the touch despite the crowded line, and i look back to see who it was.

"you know, i think this is the same designer who did the merch for insert bands last tour." Oli starts, hand resting on my hip as he shifts to stand beside me. the conversation goes on, and no one seems to notice anything. i get a bit flustered at the touch, but excuse it as a group of friends staying close in a busy environment.

my boyfriend comes back with a couple of bottled waters as we near the front of the merch line. he sees Oli holding onto my waist, and i expect him to back off, but he doesn't. neither of them say anything.

i feel out of place as i look around me. i'm into metal, i love alt fashion, but i'm definitely not the same kind of alt as the emo and goth people around me. i opted for full pink and white, hair decked out in clips and ribbons, i'm the one person wearing colour in sea of black band shirts and metal studded belts. i've never minded that, i love the contrast in how my boyfriend and i dress, but right now i'm surrounded by tall emo boys, and i feel a bit like i'm drowning.

we make it to the front of the line, and Oli's hand leaves my waist as i go to pick out a shirt for my friend who couldn't make it. the merch stand is right at the entrance, the constant flow of people make it cramped and crowded, with not much room to move. i'm pulling out my wallet as a shift of people pushing someone against me from behind.

"so sorry, bubbie!" Oli apologizes, but doesn't move, still pressed against my backside. i feel his chin rest on the top of my head as he asks the cashier about shirt sizes. i feel completely surrounded by him, and i shrink in on myself. i make my payment and grab my shirt, but can't find the space to leave, instead staying trapped, surrounded by his body as he finalizes his sale. i look around for our friend group, and my boyfriend waves to us from across the room. the show is just about to start and we see people abandoning the merch line to get their place in the mosh pit.

we rush over and i take my spot next to my boyfriend, grabbing his hand as the opening dj begins to play. you can never really dance in these settings, much to my dismay, but i do my best to move along to the beat. my boyfriends into it, we exchange glances are particularly good moments in the song. everyone around us is too focused on the music to notice when we share some maybe too much for public kisses. we've never been big on pda, but fuck it, who cares. kissing turns into borderline making out as he puts one hand on my waist and the other through my hair, giving a gentle tug. i tilt my head to the side, giving him access to my neck and begins to bite. i bite back soft moans, and suddenly there's a third hand on my ass. my body jolts, but my boyfriends hands keep me in place.

"it's okay bubbie, just stay calm." my boyfriend pets my hair as the numerous grips on my body get stronger and rougher. i wiggle, trying to move my head to look behind me, and before i can theres a water bottle pressed against my lips. it tastes funny. "just take a sip love, you look tired."

i start drinking the water as he pours it down my throat, holding eye contact with him all the while. the hand on my ass starts sliding underneath my skirt, and i spit out the remaining water, earning me a not-so-gentle slap to the face.

"don't fucking act up, okay?" my boyfriend holds my jaw, near spitting in my face with his words. the hands behind me begin to pull down my panties just enough to slip a finger in.

"yeah i wouldn't worry about that." Oli laughs. "she's wet as hell."

i cave inwards in humiliation. i've told this exact story to my boyfriend so many times, and he knew exact what i wanted. the two men laugh to each other and my boyfriends lips are back on mine. their bodies press against either side of me, Oli sucking at my neck, and i can't move. my head feels heavy, i'm overstimulated. my vision comes and goes and before i know it, i'm on the floor of the bathroom handicap stall, head slammed against the wall.

i look up at my boyfriend, he's holding my hands against the wall. Oli pinches my nose until i can't breath, and my mouth falls open. his dick is in my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat, and my boyfriend knows damn well i'd be sucking him off with or without this mind fog.

my boyfriend presses down my throat, Oli crouched beside me. he's slapping my face, laughing at the tears that form from the sharp pain. i gag and choke, i've never been the best at deepthroating but that's never stopped me before. my throat tightens around his dick as i feel the stomach acid start to rise. my boyfriend knows this, grabbing my hair and bringing my head towards the toilet. i throw up, and one of them is grabbing my hips to make me stand, ass up while bent over the toilet.

my throat stings, eyes face with tears and i tilt my head to look behind me, silently begging for more. Oli's pants and now down, dick sliding inside with no remorse. he bends over top of me, chest pressed against my back. there's something cold and sharp pressed against my neck. boyfriend brought a knife.

I stay completely still, trying not to lose any blood. each of Oli's thrusts pushes me forward onto his knife. "catch." he tosses the knife back to my boyfriend before turning us both around. i'm back on the ground and he's still fucking me, my boyfriend places a hand on my jaw and i know to open up.

he grabs my hair, moving my head against his cock before i even have the chance to start. Oli grabs my arms, pulling them behind me so i can no longer support myself. i'm being held up by his grip and my boyfriends firm grasp on my hair. it's getting harder and harder to breath, and my knees are freezing against the tile. my boyfriends grasp moves to my head, holding me still as he cums down my throat. i cough, and he holds my mouth close, indicating me to swallow. i oblige.

"good kitty." he pets my hair, leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead before crouching in front of me. he pulls my shirt down exposing my breasts, and finally uses his knife to mark his name on my chest. each stroke strings, but i love it. he licks up the dripping blood before handing the knife back to Oli.

he starts marking my ass with what i can only assume is his name. i wish they had longer names. it feels messy, each sharp drag of the blade met with a thrust as he continues to fuck me. he starts pressing the knife deeper, and i can tell he's near. my boyfriend holds my head, gazing at me lovingly and kissing me as Oli cums inside.

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they pick me up, their hands suddenly soft as they carry me out of the venue, kindly apologizing to the staff and saying that i must've drank too much. i've never had alcohol before. i mumble nonsense, holding onto my boyfriend until we get back to the car. they place me in the backseat, buckling my seatbelt and placing their jackets overtop of me. i'm coming in and out of consciousness as they begin to drive, casual conversation between the two of them as they take me to god knows where. i don't really care at this point, i just hope they'll fuck me again.