[sincerely-chaos]

To all the fic writers out there that are not currently writing. Either it's because of RL, health, writer's block or something has happened that have disheartened you. Thank you for what you've written, and don't ever feel pressured or stressed - fanfic should be something good for all of us; both reader and writer. You're more important than what you do, but thank you for what you've done!

[espexiallyheinous]

listen, if you are going to tag a jjk season 2 anime post as a spoiler, WHY IN THE FUCK WOULD YOU NOT TAG THE MANGA AS A SPOILER AS WELL!?!?!?! Idgaf if I’m just looking at a panel of the back of gojo’s head, or even just a fucking panel of nanami’s priest shoes. TAG THAT SHIT WITH A FUCKING SPOILER WARNING!!!!!

[nolita-fairytale]

Pastry Chef Luca of the Bear Masterlist

burn your life down: (pastry chef luca x fem!reader)

leaving your old life behind, you move to copenhagen to follow your dream of opening a restaurant. almost a year after opening, luca's quest for inspiration brings him right to your doorstep. it's a story about learning how to fall in love again, about second chances, finding inspiration, and that sometimes, change can be really, really good. (in progress)

one | two

meeting pastry chef luca headcanon (teaser for 'burn your life down')

[espexiallyheinous]

the bear brainrot is consuming me. can’t wait to read this the premise is so cute!

thank you for sharing your content! 🩵

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 4 - Vert Ramp

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Hmm. Reader may be on to something here...

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Choso is the best cuddler. You’re convinced.

As you lay in bed with him, your cheek pressed against his chest as his embrace tightens around you, you’re sure you’ve never been held like this. Choso’s embrace was strong, but gentle. It was safe and secure. You hadn’t been intimate with Choso yet, but you didn’t have to be intimate to end up like this. Choso seemed to simply enjoy holding you, being with you. When you first met Choso, you had no idea how affectionate he was, publicly or privately. It was very different from your “relationship” with Suguru who hardly did more than wave to you in public. No hugs, no hand holding and absolutely no kissing.

Your thoughts drift back to meeting him at the skatepark the other day and him opening his arms to fold you into a hug. It was very unexpected of him, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. It was something you’d always wanted from Suguru. Of course your heart beat a little faster when he showed you the most minimal affection in public. It was pathetic really, how much you craved Suguru’s touch outside of the four walls of your apartment.

But now you had Choso who had no issue showing you affection no matter where you were — lingering touches, a hand to the small of your back, a kiss to the top of your head. He made you feel special. It didn’t matter where you were.

You feel yourself drifting off in Choso’s arms when there’s a loud knock on your door. Choso must have dozed off too because he grumbles unhappily before pulling you closer. You hear his light snores seconds later. 

The knock comes again, a little more persistently and you sigh, peeling yourself from Choso’s hold and crawling out of bed.

You make your way to the door, grateful you and Choso hadn’t done more than lounge around and cuddle when the knock came.

You unlock the door and pull it open, immediately being met with a face full of red tulips, at least three dozen. You lean back, peering around the flowers to the person holding them. The random delivery man nods to you as he reads your name off to you.

“Yes? That’s me,” you confirm, confused.

“Great. Got a delivery for ya. Four dozen red tulips aaaand…” he turns the flowers around in his hands, “Oh, there’s a card right here for ya too.”

He pushes the flowers to you and you accept, still confused.

“I’m sorry. Who are these from?” You question.

The delivery man shrugs. “No idea. I just deliver ‘em. Have a good one.”

“Of course. You too. Thanks.”

You close the door, locking it as you wander into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, you gently set the flowers down on the counter before you lean forward, closing your eyes and inhaling the sweet scent. What a nice gesture. You’d really have to thank Choso for surprising you with this once he was up. 

You pluck the card from the bouquet and turn it over, eyes widening when you read the message.

I miss you. Hope you like these. They reminded me of you. - Suguru

You set the card back down, looking the flowers over again. They’re beautiful, the gesture is thoughtful and it’s just… so not Suguru . 

Suguru didn’t make sweet gestures like this. He didn’t send flowers, he didn’t take you out, he didn’t tell you he missed you unless he was buried inside you. This Suguru who sent too many text messages when you were busy, hugged you in public, had flowers delivered to you with cute notes that made your heart flutter…this Suguru was new and unexpected.

Quietly, you head to the bedroom. Choso is still asleep, tangled in your blankets so as quietly as you can, you quickly grab your phone and leave the room. Competition is coming up after all. He needs as much rest as he can get.

You head back to the kitchen, dialing Suguru’s number.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey,” he answers softly and the sound of his voice makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Hey,” you reply, gently caressing the petals of one of the flowers. “I was just calling to thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous. That was very sweet of you.”

Suguru hums. “Yeah? I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them,” you mutter quietly. “And…I miss you too.”

“You do?” He asks. He sounds genuinely surprised, but you can still hear his smile behind it.

“Yeah. I do.”

He’s silent for a bit. You’re sure he’s about to try and run from this call because that’s usually how it was. You expressing some form of emotional attachment to Suguru and him shutting you down, ending the phone call before it can go any further.

“Can I take you out?” Suguru asks suddenly.

You think you’re hearing things for a second, so you don’t respond. It isn’t until a few more seconds go by and Suguru calls your name that you say anything.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if I could take you out?” He repeats.

“Oh, sure. We can make plans soon. Do you want to meet at your place or mine?”

Suguru chuckles. It’s a sound you hadn’t realized you wanted to hear so badly until now. 

“No, like on a date. I wanna take you somewhere that’s not the skatepark.” 

You’re not sure how to respond to that. This was what you’d been wanting from Suguru for a long time and he was never willing to give that to you. Suddenly, he wanted to take you on a date? He had to be up to something.

“Why?” You question. You knew Suguru well. As hard as he tried to keep you at arms length, you could still see through his bullshit.

“Why, what?”

“Why do you want to take me out? You’ve never asked me out on a date before? I mean, you take other girls out places, but never me. So why now?”

“Damn, I’ve really never taken you on a date?” He laughs and you roll your eyes, trying not to let his poor taste in jokes piss you off. “I’m kidding, babe. I realize I haven’t been the best…whatever…to you. But I miss you. I want to take you somewhere special.”

You still had your suspicions, but a part of you wanted to believe that Suguru was changing. Or at least trying to change. And you didn’t want to deny yourself of the chance at being there when he decided he wanted something different.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s go on a date then.”

You hear him exhale sharply on the other end and you wonder briefly if he was holding his breath while he waited for an answer. “Great. I’m free in a few days, so let me know if you have time.” He pauses for a moment then clears his throat. “I really did miss you. I can’t wait to see you.”

Before you can open your mouth to respond, you hear the telltale beeps of your call being disconnected. He hung up. Of course he did. He was never good at expressing himself, so you were sure he was completely out of his comfort zone here. It was cute.

You press your nose into the bouquet of flowers once again as you imagine what it will be like to go on an actual date with Suguru. Will you need to dress up? Will he dress up? Now that you think about it, you’d never actually seen Suguru in anything but casual or streetwear. You imagine him wearing his hair in that half up half down style you liked so much, not that you ever told him that. He was handsome no matter what he did with his hair.

The thought of sitting down at a fancy dinner in a high end restaurant across from Suguru while you held hands across the table and confessed your feelings for one another had your heart pounding in your chest. You had confessed your feelings to Suguru many times, only being met with a broken heart when he turned you down. You were a glutton for punishment clearly, but you stayed coming around regardless. But finally… finally , Suguru was the one showing how much he wanted you , chasing you , asking you for more. It felt good .

You’re smiling like an idiot to yourself when you hear the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hall. You look up to find Choso watching you with your nose buried in the bouquet, face flush with excitement.

“Special occasion?” He questions, nodding his head to the enormous flower arrangement. You can’t quite read his expression. Maybe it’s because he still looks half asleep, his hair a bit more mussed than usual and the bags under his eyes heavier than normal.

“Oh. No, these are from Suguru. He said he misses me, so he sent these flowers.” You answer. The weight of Choso’s intense gaze begins to make you feel almost embarrassed. “Um, just to be transparent, he did ask me out on a date.”

“Hmm.” He doesn’t continue with whatever is clearly on his mind. You can tell something’s up by the way his jaw ticks, the subtle way his nostrils flare and the way he tries to stop his brows from knitting together. So you ask him.

“You okay?”

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before sighing, shaking his head of any thoughts he may have had. “I’m good. Just caught off guard I guess.”

You nod in agreement. “Trust me. I am just as caught off guard as you.”

“Hmm.” He says again, keeping his thoughts to himself. “I’m just gonna lay back down for a bit and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, turning on his heel and going back to your bedroom with a quiet click of the door behind him.

What was that?

One thing you always appreciated about Choso was his honesty. He told you everything he felt, enjoyed, disliked. It was so obvious he was bothered by something, but for him to suddenly close up? That was new for him. But, you wanted to make sure he was okay. You’d hate to do anything to make him upset.

You give it a couple minutes before you follow Choso into your room.

Choso is lying on the bed, his phone in the air as he sends out a text. You crawl in next to him, laying on your side and waiting for him to finish his text. He sighs when he’s done, pocketing his phone and turning on his side to face you.

And you want to kiss that lip that pokes out, and kiss his eyebrows that are pushed together with whatever turmoil he’s feeling, so you do. You lean forward and place one soft kiss to his brows and another to his pouting lips and watch him relax.

“What’s going on with you?” You whisper. Choso closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath.

“It’s kind of stupid.” He shrugs. “And it’s really not a big deal at all, but I just thought you’d moved past the whole Suguru thing.” Choso says softly.

“Oh.” You’re a bit taken aback by Choso’s confession. This is the first time you’d ever seen him show any sort of emotion towards Suguru aside from full on indifference.

“I mean, you hadn’t seen him for a while aside from at the parks as far as I knew. I just assumed he wasn’t in the picture anymore.”

Had you really been blowing Suguru off that much? Between work and Choso, you just didn’t have time for him, but you hadn’t realized you’d blown him off so much Choso thought he was a non-factor now. You feel awful for all of three seconds before you are positive Suguru has kept himself plenty busy with other girls. You don’t want to think about it after that display of affection he just showed you, so you push that thought back.

“I’m sorry, Choso. I should have been more open about my current situation with Suguru. I’ve just been enjoying our time together so much that I forgot.”

Choso appears to think this over before he nods. “I understand. I’m sorry. You were honest with me from the beginning and I was okay with your situation. I don’t have a right to be jealous when I agreed to this.”

“You have every right to feel the way you do. Your feelings are valid and important to me. I appreciate your honesty”

Choso gives you a faint smile and nods, leaning forward to kiss your lips. You don’t think this will be the end of it, but for now Choso seems to be feeling better. He turns on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’ll be leaving for competition in a few days. Will you go on your date then?” He mutters quietly.

“I think so. If I have the free time, I will.”

He hums, bringing his arms up to fold behind his head. “I wish you could go with me. It’s always lonely on the road.”

You’re used to not asking questions about travel when it comes to Suguru. You didn’t know what he got up to and he was quick to tell you that you probably didn’t want to know. But Choso isn’t Suguru and he’s always been an open book, so it wouldn’t hurt anything to ask.

“You don’t have someone waiting for you in whatever city you’re going to?” You murmur nervously.

Choso turns his head to look at you and you can only describe his expression as a mix of confusion and maybe disgust?

“Why would I do that? I’m seeing you.” He says, matter of fact.

You’re a bit shocked by his answer. Add that to the list of what made Choso so different from Suguru. He was only interested in you and that was a new feeling.

You scoot closer to Choso, pressing your lips to his softly. “I’m going to miss you a lot when you’re gone. I can’t wait until you’re back already.”

Choso chuckles quietly. “Same here.”

You sit up, closing the distance between you and Choso and throwing your leg across his lap to straddle him. His hands come up to your hips and you lean down to kiss him. The kiss is soft, warm. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, tilting his head.

“Obviously, I’m trying to have sex with you.”

You lean back down to kiss Choso, but he turns his head to the side and your lips graze his cheek. You feel your stomach drop and a brief sense of dread set in. Suddenly, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was changing his mind about your current situation.

“Stop. I can see the wheels turning in there.” He says, bringing a hand from your hip to cup your cheek. “I really want to have sex with you.” He pauses, his brows knitting together in thought. “You know how I feel about you but…I know if we take that next step now, I won’t be doing it for the right reasons. I’d be doing it to stake some kind of claim over you because I’m upset about Suguru. That’s not fair to you.” Choso says, always honest.

The feeling of dread lying in the pit of your stomach dissipates and you smile sheepishly. Choso truly cared for you. It was clear. You nod, respecting his boundaries. When the time was right, you’d both know it.So you slide off of Choso and curl into his side, happy to spend the rest of your time together in his arms.

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Several days later…

You’re at the bar with Suguru tonight. It’s not as fancy date as you had hoped it would be and that’s a little disappointing, but at least you’re out with him. That was what you wanted, right? The bar is loud and crowded. You’re trying to enjoy yourself, enjoy being with Suguru but your mind is elsewhere.

You glance down at your phone laying on the table faceup. Choso was supposed to check in with you when he arrived at his hotel, but you hadn’t heard from him yet and you were beginning to get worried. He was good about keeping you in the loop of his plans, so this was odd for him. You tuck away the concern eating away at you and try to pull yourself back into the conversation with Suguru.

“So anyway, Satoru’s pissed. Swears he got a splinter from when I broke my board the other day.” Suguru says, scoffing as he downs his beer. The last part grabs your attention.

“Wait, you broke a board? What happened?”

You peer down at your phone again, missing the way the tension shoots into Suguru’s shoulders and leaves just as quickly. He shakes his head. “Really not important, babe. What’s been up with you?”

“Nothing really. Same old, same old. Work, work and more work. Competition season is coming up so my job has really been on me to get some good shots.” You briefly fill Suguru in on your job. He nods along, adding his own commentary and seems genuinely interested in the conversation. He tells you what he’s been up to as well; practice for competition season, switching up his diet and trying to cut back on smoking. 

It’s sad, but these tiny topics of conversation never happened between you two before. It was always making plans to meet up at either your place or his, maybe a “how’s it going” and then straight to being tangled up in the sheets together. This was a nice change of pace.

You try to stay immersed in the conversation, you really do, but the lack of communication from Choso is nagging away at you in the back of your mind. You don’t even realize you’ve been continuously glancing at your phone, ignoring your drink and Suguru which must be why he’s asking you what’s wrong now.

“You keep looking at your phone. Like you’re waiting to hear from someone.” He says, propping his head up in his hand.

You debate if you should be honest with Suguru for a moment. He didn’t take your transparency very well the last time it involved Choso, after all. But it has been a few weeks. Maybe he’ll handle it differently. You decide honesty is really the best policy here.

“Yeah, just Choso,” you tell him and he nods. “He was supposed to check in once he got to his hotel before the competition, but I haven’t heard from him yet. He should be there by now.”

Suguru hums quietly, idly swishing the last bit of beer around in his glass. “Maybe he’s busy. There’s a lot to do and…a lot of people to see. You know how it goes when we travel for comp.”

Your gaze snaps up to him. Do you actually know how it goes when they travel for “comp”? You don’t think you do because Suguru never tells you a fucking thing. The annoyance creeps up before you can stop it.

“Actually, I wouldn’t know seeing as you all but vanish when you’re gone, then pop back up and tell me nothing ,” you say with a little more bite than you mean to. Suguru stares at you for a moment before he looks down at his now empty glass, smirking to himself.

“Like I said. Maybe he’s busy.”

You can feel your cheeks warming with anger, but you try your best not to lose it yet. You could see through Suguru’s antics here. He was trying to make you believe Choso was with another woman while out on the road. And based on how things are with Suguru, had you not talked about Choso’s trip beforehand, you may have taken Suguru’s bait.

The implication is clear. But while Suguru may get on the road and sleep with anyone who throws themselves his way, you don’t think Choso is like that. At least, you hope Choso isn’t like that. No, you know he isn’t.

“Very cute, Suguru. But I trust Choso. He made it clear he’s only interested in me so I don’t think he’s ‘busy’,” you make air quotes around “busy” so Suguru knows you’ve caught on to his hints. “I’m sure he’s probably at practice before his competition tonight.”

“Yeah, if you believe that,” Suguru slides his empty glass to the edge of the table, waving the waiter down to order another drink. “I’m just being real with you. That’s the kind of shit that happens out there.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply as the waiter arrives. Suguru orders another beer for himself and then glances over to you for your order. You shake your head. Suddenly you’re neither hungry nor thirsty.

“Anyway, the stress of competition is crazy, babe. Guys like Choso and me, we need a way to blow off steam when we’re on the road. I wouldn’t even worry about it. I’m sure he’ll hit you up when he’s not so preoccupied.” Suguru smiles that stupid feline smile that would normally make you swoon. In the dim lighting of the bar, it makes him look like the asshole you know he is. He’s sitting back in his seat like he just gave you the best relationship advice you could ask for.

That smug smirk on his face and his relaxed body language only serve to piss you off more. Choso isn’t like Suguru. He doesn’t make you second guess how he feels only to shut you out and put you in your place. Choso is honest, and kind and considerate and everything you’re beginning to realize Suguru isn’t. Or maybe you’d always known.

Before you can open your mouth to rip Suguru’s head off, your phone buzzes on the table. You check the screen, seeing Choso’s name appear and slide your finger across the screen to view the message.

Choso: sorry for the late text. i fell asleep on the bus and my teammates just left me here Choso: must’ve been more tired than i thought lol. hope your date’s going well (jk) Choso: not really  Choso: ok sorry im being mean. text me when you’re free. gonna get a shower in before my run

You heave a sigh of relief. One - because Choso was alright. Two - because Choso was once again showing you he was nothing like Suguru. 

Sighing again, you pick up your phone and text Choso a thumbs up before standing.

“Thank you for this evening, Suguru but I’m going to go home.” You tell him, reaching into your pocket to grab your keys.

“Wait,” he says, almost panicked. “Why?”

“Because, I’d rather be home than listening to you try and make Choso out to be a dick like you.”

“Hang on. That’s not what I was trying to do.” He stands, blocking your path to the exit.

“Isn’t it? Trying to manipulate me into thinking he’s busy doing the same shady shit you would be doing if it were you on the road? Admit that that’s what you were trying to do.”

Suguru is standing before you and you can see his mind going a million miles trying to find a way out of this one. He wasn’t used to this side of you - the side of you that stood up for yourself. But you didn’t appreciate the way he spoke about Choso. It wasn’t fair to Choso who gave you no reason to think any less of him. 

His silence is the answer you need.

“Exactly. Thanks for tonight, Suguru. I’ll see you later.”

You maneuver around Suguru’s large form and exit the bar. You don’t bother turning around to see Suguru watching you go. 

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Suguru closes the door to his apartment behind him. He's home now, alone - definitely not how he planned on ending his night but it was probably well deserved. He was sort of a dick. But he can't seem to help himself when it comes to you and pigtails. He knew he was being irrational about all this, unfair too. You were allowed to see other people. You had seen other people before, gone on dates and then you’d end up in Suguru’s bed right after. 

Is that what this was? Hurt pride? A bruised ego? 

Yeah, that was it. He just got his feelings a little hurt because this little escapade you had going on between you and Choso seemed to be lasting longer than the others. That’s what he tells himself so he’ll feel better.

Whatever. He’ll call you later and tell you sorry so you both can just move on. Worst comes to worse, he’ll just send flowers again.

Suguru throws himself down onto his couch and grabs the tv remote, turning it on. He flips through the channels until he lands on exactly what he’s looking for. The skate competition is live on the SK8-TV network and he decides to distract himself watching this instead of moping over you being pissed at him. 

There’s nothing exciting going on at the moment - a couple of kids doing simple tricks for now. It’s fucking boring.

When the commercial break comes around, Suguru heads to the kitchen to grab a snack. He gets the first thing he sees, a pastry roll. He doesn’t typically eat these when it’s competition season but he’s in his feelings a little tonight and Nanami was nice enough to drop them off after his annoying boyfriend told him how hard of a time he was having with you lately. Goddamn Satoru. Always such a fucking gossip.

Suguru heads back to the living room and sits back on the couch as the competition resumes on tv. They’ve moved on to the vert ramp segment. Suguru watches as a man he doesn’t recognize drops into the enormous structure. He speeds up, launching into the air on the opposite side, kicking his feet so the board spins two times beneath him. The man isn’t fast enough though and he loses his footing as he falls back to the ramp. His board flies out from under him. The man bails, landing on his knees that he’s lucky to be wearing knee pads on and skids to a stop. The landing is so bad, Suguru is positive his score is tanked. There’s no way he’ll recover.

“Ha! Fucking loser,” Suguru laughs, mouth stuffed with his pastry.

The next competitor is up and that’s when he sees him. He sees a familiar head of hair, wild pigtails whipping in the wind as he takes his place atop the vert ramp. He runs his fingers from one side of his face to the other, along the tattooed lines on his cheeks. Suguru groans irritably. Is there no way to escape this guy?

He stuffs the last bite of his pastry into his mouth, watching closely as Choso drops in - smooth and easy. He hits the other end of the vert ramp, touching the nose of his board against the rail before he drops back in towards the opposite side. Choso bends his knees, picking up speed as he approaches the other end. He flies up the arc and into the air, reaching down to pull his board out from under him and hold it above his head before he puts it back in place and once again, makes a smooth and easy landing and speeds to the other side. Choso launches into the air, bending his knees and grabbing his board. He spins - one, two, three…and a half times and makes a perfect landing. 

The crowd is losing their shit and if Suguru is honest, so is he. Even he couldn’t hit a fucking 1260 spin. How the hell did Choso pull it off and make it look like nothing?

Suguru observes as the camera pans around the audience who is going absolutely batshit crazy. Choso ends his run and steps off of the ramp, board in hand. The tv network reporter stops him for a quick interview. She asks all the basic questions - how does he feel after that run, how many hours does he practice, all the generic shit. 

But one question in particular makes Suguru lean forward and really pay attention.

“Obviously, we’re all so impressed with that performance and you should be proud!” The reporter beams. “But all of the women here, myself included, are dying to know…is there a special someone at home waiting for you to bring home the win here?”

The tv reporter looks damn near as excited as the rest of the crowd as she bounces back and forth on her feet awaiting his answer.

Choso smiles and Suguru thinks this might be the first time he’s ever seen him do that . It makes his stomach drop when he looks directly into the camera and speaks. 

“I do. Well, sort of. She knows who she is. Hoping she’ll be there to take a picture of me and that trophy when I get back.”

The reporter pouts dramatically before she congratulates him again on an excellent run. They move on to the next competitor.

Suguru doesn’t care what’s happening after that. He reaches into his pocket, fishing his phone out and dialing. It rings four times before there’s an answer on the other end. Suguru sighs.

“Hey. Can I come over?”

Taglist: @sacvh

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i can’t lie, this chapter got me a little hot, and not in the sexy way : (

kind of bothered by the fact reader is still hung up on geto…like girl come on. you got a great man right there bestie love him!!!

read was getting on my nerves!!! like i know you not just trynna fuck on choso after accepting ghetto sugars date eww. 🤮

i’m just so pro choso is hurts : (

also not trynna diss your writing, i absolutely love it!!

i appreciate how nuanced reader is though, cause if she was one dimensional this would just be boring

thank you for sharing your content!! 🩵

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 3 - Nose Grind

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Suguru is awful and he just suffers. That's literally it.

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex

You lock the door after shutting it in Suguru’s face with a loud CLICK . And just in case Suguru’s listening on the other side, you lock the chain lock as loudly as possible so you know he hears it. You’re not sure what’s gotten into Suguru, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you have Choso in your apartment. You’d meant it when you said you didn’t want the night to end with him. But now that you had him alone in your apartment, you weren’t sure what to do.

You hadn’t brought any guy over besides Suguru in such a long time. This felt a little strange, but you wanted him here. 

Choso stood in the threshold of your living room, looking through your vast collection of CDs on your shelf. He points to a particular disc, turning to you to ask, “what’s your favorite Cheetah Girls song? Personally, I think Cinderella is their best one. It’s too bad it’s not on any streaming platforms. It’d be nice to listen to the studio version while skating instead of the live version.” 

A moment of silence passes before you absorb what he’s saying and then you promptly burst into laughter. Choso was probably the sweetest, funniest and most random man you’d ever met. He was endlessly entertaining.

“Cinderella is good, but I really love Cheetah Sisters.”

Choso folds his arms across his chest, mulling this information over before nodding.

“A classic. You have good taste,” He responds seriously. 

“Thank you,” you grin, gesturing to the sofa. “Let’s pick a movie?”

Choso moves over to your couch, taking a seat and patting the cushion next to him. You promptly close the distance, grabbing the tv remote before taking your seat next to him. 

You turn the tv on, pulling up the Netflix app and cringing when your recommended list pulls up nothing but murder and serial killer documentaries.

“Sorry, they’re sort of my comfort watch.” You mutter to Choso. He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“All good. You’d probably stop talking to me if you saw my recommended list.”

“More Cheetah Girls?” You joke and he laughs.

“I wish. A ton of home makeover shows though.”

You giggle as Choso pulls you into him, tucking you in close. 

“You know, that Suguru guy is a good friend to check on you like that.” Choso notes absentmindedly.

You hope he doesn’t feel you tense up in his arms. 

‘He’s really fucking not.’ You think, but you choose not to voice it.

You were hoping Suguru would be forgotten in the hallway where you left him, but apparently not. So far, Choso had been nothing but an open book with you. You didn’t want to start whatever this was off with not being honest in return.

“Actually, about Suguru…” you begin. Choso hums, indicating you have his full attention. “He’s actually more than a friend. Our relationship is…complicated, but if I had to sum it up, it's more of a friends with benefits situation.”

You pause briefly, finally taking in the events of tonight and Suguru’s behavior before adding, “Although tonight seemed more like a tantrum about me going out with you rather than him genuinely caring about my safety.”

“Ah, got it.” Choso remarks. And it’s all he says about it.

“That doesn’t bother you?”

He shakes his head. “Why would it? We just met. I like you, but I'm not going to tell you who you can and can't see. I'd like to keep seeing you, but we gotta get to know each other before committing like that."

“Commitment is on the table?” You ask, eyes wide and you feel stupid as soon as the words leave your lips.

Choso gives you a quizzical look, as though he also thinks your question was stupid.

“Commitment is always on the table if things are good. So far, they are. We’ll see how things go.” He’s quiet for a second before he asks, “Suguru’s never brought this up to you before?”

You purse your lips together, shaking your head. “I always brought it up to him, but he’d shut me down every time.”

Choso hums, his fingers idly rubbing up and down your arm as he peers down at you. “His loss.”

You gaze up at him, taking in how handsome he really is this close up. Those exhausted eyes and the strange beautiful violet shade of the bags underneath them, that tattooed line that runs across his cheeks, and that soft jet black hair of his. You want him and he wants you. So you make a move.

You turn to face Choso, your hands finding purchase on his chest as you sling your leg across his lap to straddle him. He looks up at you, a look of confusion on his face.

“Kiss me.” You tell him, hands sliding up to hold his face. Your thumbs run along the thick tattoo on his cheeks and you lean forward. Choso tilts his head up, lips coming up to meet yours.

The kiss is soft, tender, slow. It’s as though Choso is hesitant at first. Then his hands come up to hold your waist and his lips move against yours. You both take your time, lips slotting against each other until you finally pull away to breathe. Choso watches you carefully, hands softly squeezing your hips as you reach for the hem of his shirt. Then, his grip tightens and you pause.

“Sorry. Is this okay?” You ask. This is how the night usually went with Suguru. You didn’t waste time picking a movie out or cuddling together. It wasn’t your thing. Were you reading the situation with Choso wrong? Why else would he have agreed to come back here? 

Choso shifts, gently lifting you from his lap and seating you back next to him.

“Just wondering what the rush is,” he explains quickly.

You cock your head to the side, confused. “Is this not what you want?”

You can’t read Choso’s expression and it worries you for a moment before his large hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“I do want that, but there’s no hurry to get there. I just told you…We’re getting to know each other. I’m not going anywhere, so let’s take our time.”

He wraps his arm back around your shoulders and pulls you into him again as he picks the tv remote up. He presses play, turning on a serial killer documentary on your watchlist. You spend the next few hours curled up into Choso’s side, letting the normalcy of this moment wash over you.

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Lewd slurping sounds fill the room as Suguru leans against the back of his couch, head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. He should be in the moment, enjoying himself. But he can’t. The girl between his legs with his cock in her mouth isn’t enough of a distraction to keep his thoughts from drifting back to you .

It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen you. You both text occasionally, but nothing serious. You’ve been busy. Or so you tell him. He knows what you’re up to. You’ve been spending a lot of time – no, too much time with Choso. Suguru isn’t sure what to do about it at this point. The last thing he wants is your door slammed in his face again.

He tries to make plans, but you’re always doing something. The one thing Suguru knows he has going for him unfortunately, is that you aren’t like him. You don’t hide what you’re doing, where you’ll be or who you’ll be with. You’re 100% transparent and while Suguru appreciates that, he fucking hates it because every attempt to see you is met with an “I’m going to Choso’s for dinner” or an “I can’t hang today, Choso’s coming over” or an “I’ll be at another skatepark to get some shots of Choso and his team.”

It’s enough to make him wish you’d just pull the fucking plug and shut him out already, stop being so transparent. But he knows that you know him well. You know that if you gave him no details of your plans, Suguru would be going insane trying to figure it out anyway.

The girl between his legs moans and Suguru is brought back to reality for a split second before he rolls his eyes, drifting back to his thoughts with a sigh.

He thinks back to the night you closed the door in his face after you let Choso in. He hates to think about how pathetic he probably looked waiting stupidly in the hall. If he had his ear pressed to your door to try and listen to what you were doing, that was no one’s business but his. He didn’t hear shit but a bunch of laughing and muffled conversation anyway. Which…sort of pissed him off more, if he was being honest with himself. What the hell did that depressed asshole have to say that was so hilarious? 

He’d stayed for a good 20-30 minutes before he finally gathered up what remained of his dignity and left. You were allowed to have fun, weren’t you? He needed to get a grip. Suguru had decided to just let it go for the time being. You could have your fun with Choso and once you got it out of your system, he’d let you come back to him.

But goddamn , weeks later and you were still fucking seeing Choso! How fucking long was this gonna go on for?!

His phone vibrating on the cushion next to him brings him back to the present and he suddenly remembers the girl (what the hell was her name?) between his legs trying so, so hard to make him feel good. Really, it’s kind of cute. But she wasn’t –

He glances at his phone. It’s you .

You: Hey! I’ll be at the park you’re usually at tomorrow. Can I grab some rail shots?”

Suguru chuckles to himself.

'You don’t have to use skating as an excuse to see me.' He thinks. He quickly sends a text back.

Suguru: sure. i can be there around 2pm if that works for u

He waits for your response, scrolling through his phone as the girl between his legs releases his cock with a soft pop. She wraps her hands around him, stroking his length. Honestly, Suguru keeps forgetting she’s even there. He doesn’t know why he invited her over when all he can think about while she sucks him off is that she doesn’t do it quite like you. 

She doesn’t moan the way you do when Suguru presses your face closer and closer to the base of his dick until your nose is buried in his pubes. She doesn’t roll her tongue the same way you do that makes Suguru’s toes curl. And she definitely doesn’t lick the tip in the way that makes his eyes roll back while he cums down your throat.

Ugh, why were you taking so long to text back? Suguru sends a follow up text when he gets tired of waiting all of three minutes.

Suguru: let’s do something after. haven’t seen u in a minute

He hits send and glances down at the girl on her knees before him. They’re not getting anywhere with this. At this point, he’d be better off rubbing one out on his own and texting you is really killing the mood here. It’s just another harsh reminder that she’s not you.

Suguru grabs her hands, stopping her pointless motions when his phone vibrates again, the screen illuminating with your name.

“Hey, thanks for this babe but I’m just not feelin’ it tonight. It was great though. I’ll text you later.”

The girl sits back on her knees, a disappointed frown forming.

“You didn’t even cum yet,” she whines and Suguru groans as he pulls his pants up.

“Yeah. It doesn’t usually take this long but whatever. Anyway, could you let yourself out? I gotta take care of something.”

He stands up, adjusting himself in his pants and heading to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He flops down on his bed, eyes locked to the screen where your text bubble waits to be opened. Suguru isn’t sure why he’s nervous to see what your answer is to his request to hang out. Probably because somewhere after the twelfth time being shut down by you, it actually started to maybe hurt his feelings a little.

Once he hears his front door click shut indicating what’s her face’s departure, he opens your text.

You: Aww, I would but I’m actually riding with Choso to get shots of him too. Then we have plans after. You: Sorry! See you at the park later and thanks for this!

Suguru sets his phone down on the bed next to him, ignoring the strange feeling of you maybe hurting his feelings a little again.

------

Suguru inhales deeply, closing his eyes when the burn of smoke fills his lungs. He exhales, flicking the ash off of the cigarette between his fingers as he paces back and forth across the pavement. It’s ten minutes past two and Suguru is annoyed. You’d agreed on this time and now you were keeping him waiting.

He watches as other skaters land on the metal bars of a set of stairs, their boards screeching loudly as they glide down the rails.

“You need to chill, man. She’s just running late. She’s not killing anyone,” his friend Satoru says as he sits down on the floor, legs spread wide to get comfortable.

Suguru snorts, ignoring him but Satoru can see the irritation etched across his features.

“What’s going on with her anyway?” Satoru asks.

Suguru takes another puff of his cigarette, throwing his hands up.

“Dude, who fucking knows? I haven’t seen her in weeks. She’s too busy with that other guy. Can’t make time to see me but has all the fucking time in the world for him.” Suguru shakes his head, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. He stops pacing to set his board down, lifting one foot to rest on top of it. He rolls the board back and forth, pouting.

Satoru laughs. “Can’t say I blame her. You kinda treat her like shit.”

Suguru’s head snaps to his friend. “What? No I don't. Compared to all the other girls, she’s got it good with me.”

Now Satoru scoffs. “Do you hear yourself when you talk? Like for real.”

Suguru waves his hand, signaling for Satoru to just get whatever the hell he wants to say out already.

Satoru sighs, leaning back on his hands. “Compared to all the other girls? All the other girls? No wonder she’s spending all her time with someone who only wants her .”

Suguru rolls his eyes. It doesn’t matter what Satoru says. He doesn’t know shit about what you and him have going on. At least, that’s what Suguru wants to tell himself. He’s aware that Satoru knows him probably better than he knows himself and what he says is probably true. Suguru treats you like shit. He drags you along because you care more about him than you let on most days. You’ve let your feelings slip a few times and Suguru quickly shut you down. Now, you were spending all of your time with Choso because he gave you what Suguru couldn’t give you – no, what Suguru wouldn’t give you. You used to be okay with that.

Well, you weren’t. But you never actually left Suguru for it. And while you hadn’t left Suguru now, it felt like you did.

Suguru peers up and then he sees you, fiddling with your camera bag as you come up the stairs to the park. For a quick second it looks like you're alone and Suguru perks up slightly only to quickly deflate when he sees you pause on the steps and glance back. He watches as Choso climbs the stairs, holding up what looks to be one of your camera lenses. You're saying something to him that Suguru can't quite make out, maybe a ‘thank you’, and you’re smiling the same smile you used to give only to Suguru as you take the lens from Choso and slip it into your camera bag. 

And then you lace your fingers through Choso's as you both ascend the steps to the park. When you see Suguru, you wave happily like you're not rubbing his replacement in his face. Suguru's burning up inside, but he takes one long, final drag of his cigarette before exhaling his annoyance, flicking the bud to the ground and plastering on his most convincing welcoming grin as you approach. 

Thankfully, you and Choso go your separate ways before you reach him. And of course, Choso being such a nice fucking guy , nods to Suguru before he heads over to the skate ramps.

Suguru returns the gesture, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. When you finally reach him, you give him a small smile. It’s so painfully awkward now for some reason as you both just stand there…smiling at each other.

Satoru stands with a groan, calling your name as he comes over and wraps you in a tight hug. Right, he’s your friend too. He was the one who’d introduced you to each other in the first place.

You hug Satoru back, talking briefly with him before you turn back to Suguru. He’d never made a move to make public displays of affection with you before. In fact, he’d pretty much shut down any of that when it came to being at the park together. But now, for some reason, he wanted a hug too.

He steps forward, opening his arms. You look confused briefly before you step into his arms and let Suguru envelope you in an embrace. And it’s then that Suguru realizes he fucking misses you. He misses holding you, seeing you, smelling you, feeling you in his arms. He doesn’t like that someone else gets to experience this, experience you. He knows he has no room to feel this way. He always turned you down when you asked for more. So what right did he have to be upset that you were getting more from someone who was willing to give it to you?

You step out of his hold and dig through your bag, pulling out your camera and the lens you’ll need to shoot. You look over the set of stairs that Suguru has chosen and nod.

“Alright, so the higher ups are requesting some good grind pics for this upcoming spread. If you could give me a couple nose grinds, tailslides, that kind of stuff.” You wave your hand in the air. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I got you.” Suguru replies and he makes his way up the steps and across the area with his board in hand to get in position.

Satoru stands beside you as you kneel down, attaching your lens and bringing the camera up to your eye. You don’t have to give him a queue for him to know when to go. Suguru runs forward, his board hitting the floor right before he hops on, kicking his foot hard over the pavement to pick up speed. The rail is approaching fast. He’ll hit a nosegrind first. Those are always easy.

As he gets closer to the steps, for some godforsaken reason, his mind is filled with images of you and Choso – your fingers laced with his, the way you waited on him to catch up with you, the way looked at him…

Suguru bends his knees as he approaches the rail, pushing up to jump. But it’s not high enough. He bails, hands slamming right on the corner of the rail just before his balls make contact. He exhales sharply in relief, peering down to steps to find you gazing up at him, surprised he botched such an easy trick.

Your expression changes quickly, grinning up at Suguru and calling out, “That’s okay! Go again. I’m ready!”

Suguru nods, turning back around to resume his previous position. He gets a running start, hopping onto his board and kicking.

Then it happens again.

Images of Choso touching your lower back the night Suguru waited outside your door, you closing the door in Suguru’s face as Choso wandered deeper into your apartment, you constantly blowing him off to hang out with Choso. It’s all too much again and when Suguru jumps, he lands the nose of his board on the rail perfectly, but then he remembers your muffled laugh through your apartment door and when his board hits the ground, he stumbles. He loses his balance and hits the ground hard, tucking his arms protectively and sliding a short distance across the pavement.

“Fuck,” Suguru groans, wincing as he stands up. You and Satoru rush over quickly.

Satoru brushes Suguru’s shoulder off, laughing as he claps him on the back. “You ate shit. You okay?”

Suguru feels his cheeks burning red as he quickly looks over at you. He was so damn embarrassed. He couldn’t even land a trick as simple as a nose grind. You look concerned and it only causes the crimson shade of his cheeks to deepen.

“ I’m fine ,” he snaps. “I just need a break. Probably practiced too hard before you got here,” he states, gesturing to you absentmindedly.

You nod in understanding, switching your camera off. “Okay. Well, take a break and I’ll swing back over here later.”

You smile, waving to him and Satoru as you make your way across the skatepark. Suguru watches you go, ignoring Satoru’s questions about what happened and how he could have fucked up a rookie trick.

Suguru moves over to pick his board back up. Maybe it was just a couple of off runs. He’d try again and it would be fine. Before he moves back into position, he looks back in your direction across the park and observes as Choso slowly rolls up to you on his board, stepping off to prop it up in his hand. He watches as Choso wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him as he leans down and kisses you. Suguru can’t stop himself from staring when your arms loop around Choso’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He can’t tear his eyes away at the sight of you in the arms of another man, lips locked to another man’s. And it’s all too much .

He feels what he now acknowledges to be pure, unadulterated jealousy. He can now admit to himself that he’s so fucking jealous, it’s taking everything in him to not fly across the park and rip you away from Choso. But he can’t do that. So instead, Suguru picks up his board with both hands, lifts it above his head and slams it onto the pavement so hard it snaps in half with a nasty crack .

Satoru jumps back, avoiding the flying pieces of splintered wood as Suguru repeats the motion again and again until his board falls apart.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Satoru cries. “You need to relax!”

Suguru spares one final glance in your direction. You’re still wrapped up in Choso’s arms, giggling while he whispers something in your ear. And it’s way too much for Suguru. You here, with another man in the place that should be a safe space for him. He can’t take any more of this.

“You’re right. I’m heading out,” he tells Satoru curtly.

And he leaves, resisting the urge to look back.

[espexiallyheinous]

okay loving the honesty between choso and reader it makes my heart happy!!!

again choso is the sweetest man i have ever read about 🥵

buckle up cause I’m just gonna be riding choso’s thigh this whole fic, sorry not sorry. 🥰

asshole geto just makes everything right in the world, really digging his characterization.

poor girl though lol.

also i squealed at the gojo cameo

baby boy came for geto’s jugular for the facts he was providing.

i’m really enjoying this series, thank you so much for sharing your content!! 🩵

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 2 - Frontside 180

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Suguru struggles with...change.

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Choso: Is it weird I’m really excited to see you again even though I saw you a few hours ago? You: Lol not at all. I’m excited to see you too Choso: :)

You set your phone down on your bathroom counter as you do the finishing touches on your makeup. After agreeing to meet for frozen yogurt, you and Choso went your separate ways. You spent the remainder of your day running errands. The sun had set hours ago and you were tired, but excited and even happier to know you wouldn’t have to be getting all dolled up to go to a fancy restaurant. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy that, but it would be nice to just relax and get to know Choso more. 

On the counter, your phone vibrated with an incoming call. You swipe across the screen, putting the phone against your ear as you head to your bedroom closet to pick your outfit.

“Hey, Suguru. What’s up?”

“Hey,” he said. He sat silently on the other end of the line. You swiped through the shirts and dresses hanging in your closet as you waited for him to continue. When he didn’t you repeated yourself. 

“So what’s up?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to meet up with Choso,” you answer, pulling out the top you decided to wear.

“Ah, right. Choso…” Suguru mutters. 

“Wait, you’re going now?” he asks, his surprised tone coming through clearly. “Kinda late don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes at what you assume is fake concern.

“I know what time it is and I think I’ll be okay.”

“You just met this dude like…what…today?”

“I’ve actually seen Choso around different parks a few times. I just–”

“So what? You’ve been talking to him?” Suguru cuts you off.

“ No ,” you reply irritably. “I was saying, I’ve seen him around and had taken some pictures of him. I just hadn’t gotten the chance to show him until today.”

“Ah…Didn’t know you were taking pics of other dudes,” he says, and you don’t miss the annoyed tone of his words.

You resist the urge to cut this call short, not wanting to leave things off on a bad note.

“Kind of my job to, you know, take pictures of dudes .”

“Yeah, but you usually delete them from your camera after you’ve uploaded them. Now you’re telling me you’ve just been holding on to pictures of this random because you just had to show him when you hopefully got to see him again.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what crawled up Suguru’s ass all of a sudden. He doesn’t usually give a shit or ask about your work and now he’s micromanaging you?

“First of all, he’s not some random person. I just told you I’ve seen him at the skate park a few times before. Second, his name is Choso , not ‘some other dude’. And last, what the fuck is your problem tonight, Suguru?”

Now Suguru is quiet. Any other time you’ve gone on a date with someone, Suguru never batted an eye. What was it about Choso that was making him act like this? You wonder briefly if he’s jealous. The thought makes you a little excited, but you quickly bring yourself back to reality when you remember what your actual situation with Suguru is.

You’re a hookup to him – nothing more, nothing less. Just one of what you’re sure are many people he hits up when he needs some ass. It’s stupid of you to give yourself hope to think otherwise. So you don’t.

Suguru exhales sharply on the other end. “I don’t have a problem. Just trying to look out for you as a friend , but I guess I won’t do that anymore since it’s such an issue .”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to keep your irritation in check.

“Exactly, Suguru. You’re my friend. You’ve made that perfectly clear plenty of times, so thanks for the concern, friend , but I’ll be okay,” you retort. “I’m gonna let you go. I don’t want to be late meeting Choso.”

“Seriously–”

You hang up the phone quickly before you snap on Suguru. Screw not leaving this off on a bad note. Suguru was getting on your nerves. And you were actually looking forward to seeing Choso. You didn’t want to let him further sour your mood.

You finish getting ready, quickly slipping your shoes on and heading out the door.

------

The frozen yogurt shop was cute. A small, colorful place with bright lights and little Sanrio-esque characters lining the walls. The chairs were a variety of colors, ranging from pinks to purples to greens. It was like a pastel paradise.

“I love this place,” Choso admits next to you, a shy smile gracing the corners of his mouth.

He’s dressed in a plain white t-shirt with baggy black pants. You think these may be Choso’s favorite shoes because he’s wearing those crazy nice Prada boots again. When you’d first arrived, it took you a minute to find him because you’d only ever seen him with his hair up. But he’s ditched his pigtails tonight and it hangs messily around his shoulders, framing his face handsomely. He still looks so tired, but you chalk that up to him spending everyday skating and caring for his younger brothers. Next to you, you can smell his cologne and it’s hard to ignore that he smells just as fucking good as he looks.

“Do you come here often?” You ask Choso as he picks up a bowl and hands it to you. You both head to the wall of yogurt. There are so many flavors, you’re not sure where to start.

“As often as I can. I bring my brothers here too. There’s a flavor you have to try here. They make it better than anywhere else.”

He roams past the basic flavors - vanilla, strawberry, chocolate and moves to the others. You follow him, stopping with him when he pauses briefly at the oatmeal cookie flavor and whispers “yum” before continuing. You giggle behind him, finding it adorable that he doesn’t care that you know he loves this colorful yogurt shop and strange oatmeal cookie yogurt.

It doesn’t surprise you that Choso likes this place so much. Going based off of his looks, he wouldn’t seem the type. But from what you’ve seen, he’s a total softie underneath his rough exterior.

You ignore the sensation of your phone vibrating in your pocket as Choso stops in front of his chosen flavor before looking over to you.

“You have to try pistachio,” he says excitedly. Well, as excitedly as you can imagine Choso being. You've noticed he's not very expressive.

You want to have an open mind and learn about what Choso enjoys, so you nod your head as you step forward to fill your bowl. You hold your bowl under the spout and reach up to pull the handle when you feel a warm body behind you. You look back to find Choso leaning over you to pull the handle down for you. 

He smirks down at you. “Say when.”

The close proximity makes your cheeks warm immediately. In all honesty, you hadn’t been this close to another man aside from Suguru. Even holding hands with another man felt uncomfortable. That was how strong the hold Suguru had on you was, but with Choso…you didn’t mind him being so close.

“You don’t wanna try any other flavors?” Choso’s deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Bowl’s gettin’ kinda full.”

You glanced down watching the bowl fill. “Oh! Yeah, that’s good! Thank you, Choso.”

He stepped back, glancing back down the yogurt line longingly and somehow you already knew what he wanted. You laughed, quietly.

“Oatmeal cookie?”

Choso chuckled, looking back at you. “Yeah, but only if you’ll try that one too.”

You smiled up at him, nodding enthusiastically as you followed him back.

Once Choso had filled his bowl, you both chose your toppings before placing them on the scale. Choso sent you to grab a table as he paid for the bowls. While waiting, you feel your phone vibrate again.

You pull it out quickly, brows furrowing in annoyance when you see several new messages and two missed calls from Suguru on your screen.

What the hell?

Suguru: i was just thinking about how we left things off and i think it’s really crazy that you’re being like this Suguru: i cant be concerned ur meeting up w/ some stranger u barely met today? i do see u often but whatever

You’re not dealing with this right now. You’re about to put your phone away when another text comes through.

Suguru: i mean i kno i told u  we weren’t dating. it’s not like i lied. idk why u threw that back at me but that’s kinda messed up Suguru: anyway it would be nice if u answered the phone

You roll your eyes, ignoring more bullshit from your friend . Just as you put your phone away, Choso slides your bowl of yogurt in front of you. You smile gratefully as he takes his seat next to you with a sigh.

“Let me know what you think. It’s amazing,” he says, waiting for you to try it.

You nod, scooping a good portion out and taking a bite. At first, you just think it tastes like regular ass pistachio frozen yogurt. You’re about to tell him as much when it hits you full force – the mildly sweet, earthy creamy flavor bursting on your tongue. Your eyes widen and you turn to look at Choso, who is watching you with what would look like boredom to someone not sitting as close to him as you are. You can see the delight dancing in his eyes when he sees your reaction.

“Oh. My. God ,” you practically moan as you swallow the yogurt. Choso eyes you closely, watching as you take one bite after another. You really don’t understand how pistachio frozen yogurt is so fucking delicious here. You think the pastels are throwing off your senses, but you’re enjoying it anyway.

Choso laughs quietly next to you, taking a bite of his own yogurt before sliding it over to you.

“Try this one too,” he offers. Obviously this guy knows what the hell he’s talking about when it comes to desserts so you take a scoop and try the oatmeal cookie flavor and ignore your phone vibrating yet again.

“Choso, holy shit. These are both so good .”

He smiles lazily at you, tucking his loose hair behind his ear as he takes a scoop from your bowl.

“It is, isn’t it?” He swallows his portion and looks you over. “You’re really cute when you eat.”

Again, you feel heat spread across your cheeks at Choso’s odd, but endearing compliment.

“Thanks, but what makes you say that?”

“You just do really cute things when you enjoy what you’re eating. And you make really…nice noises when you enjoy it.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. You hadn’t had anyone pay such close attention to such a small thing. You once wished Suguru would have noticed things like that, that he’d pay as much attention to you as Choso seemed to be doing right now. It was actually nice to be around someone who cared enough to catch those details.

“Sorry, probably weird for me to say on the first date.”

“No! It was really sweet. Thank you.”

You spend the next hour just talking with Choso. You tell him about your family, what made you pursue photography and what your future goals were. Choso tells you more about his family – his relationship with his estranged father, the strange skin condition that Eso has only on his back that smells funny and makes him insecure (you’re not sure why he told you this) and you learn Choso enjoys board games. 

You’re so appreciative of how open Choso is. It doesn’t feel like pulling teeth to learn simple information. He willingly gives you everything and it’s…different, it's nice.

“Will you be at the same park tomorrow?” He asks as he stands and gathers your bowls and spoons to throw away.

You glance around the store to realize that they’ve begun breaking down the yogurt machines and cleaning in preparation to close. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed. 

You had no plans to be at the skate park tomorrow, but you didn’t want to wait until then to see Choso again. You weren’t ready for the night to end with him. When Choso returns to the table, you shake your head to answer his question.

“I wasn’t planning on being there tomorrow. But, do you want to come to my place? I’m having a really good time and I’m not ready for the night to end. We can watch a movie and just hang out.”

Choso grins, nodding his head. “Yeah. I didn’t want the night to be over either, so I’m glad you asked.”

“Great! I’m going to head to the bathroom and then we can head back to my place.”

He nods again as you stand and make your way to the bathroom quickly so you don’t hold up the employees. Once in the bathroom, you whip your phone out to find more missed calls and text messages from Suguru.

Suguru: date must be goin great then Suguru: cool Suguru: u could send a thumbs up at least. it’s like u dont even care i’m checkin on u

1 missed call from Suguru Geto

Suguru: r u for real right now Suguru: u just met this fuckin guy TODAY. the date cant be that fun u cant pick up the phone Suguru: ur silence speaks volumes right now

2 missed calls from Suguru Geto

Suguru: text me when ur home i guess since ur obviously too busy for me right now

1 missed call from Suguru Geto

Your eyes widen at the barrage of messages and missed calls. He was being weird before you even left the house. Now this…you had never seen this side of Suguru before. And for what? Because you were on a date with another man? There was no way that was the reason. He probably was trying to rush you so you’d get home faster for a booty call. You sighed exasperatedly, deciding to put him out of his misery.

You: I’m fine. Please stop blowing up my phone.

Your phone rings literally two seconds after you hit send. It’s Suguru. You swipe your finger across the screen to answer.

“Suguru –”

“You home already? How was your little date?” He asks, nonchalantly. This irritates you more if anything. 

“I’m still on my date. So please stop texting and calling me. I will let you know when I make it home.” You keep it short. You don’t want to leave Choso waiting or thinking you’re pooping, not that you think Choso would even care given how open he is with you about everything.

Suguru pauses for some time before he says, “I just think you could at least keep me in the loop while you’re on a date with some stranger you met this morning.”

Your nostrils flare, your anger threatening to boil over.

“I don’t have to tell you shit, Suguru. We’re not dating, remember? Isn’t that what you just told me this morning?”

“I mean, yeah but–”

“No. No . We’re not dating. That’s the end of it. I don’t need you monitoring me while I’m out or questioning who I’m with like you’re my boyfriend. I will let you know when I’m home and then I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Suguru.”

“Hey–”

You hang up, groaning with annoyance. Why was he acting like this tonight of all nights? Any other date you’d gone on, you would have loved for Suguru to lose his mind. But not this one. You were having a great time with Choso and Suguru was turning the night into the Suguru show. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

After leaving the bathroom, you found the store empty and you wondered briefly if Choso left you until one of the employees let you know he went to wait outside since they were beginning to sweep.

You find him standing on the sidewalk, head tilted back to stare at the night sky. You move over to stand by his side.

“Sorry for the wait,” you say, setting your hand on his bicep and inwardly reeling at how fucking ripped he is.

Choso hums, peering down at you and smiling softly.

In the moonlight, he looks even more exhausted and you wonder if you should instead suggest he head home to get some rest. But you’re selfish and you want to spend more time with him, so you don’t.

“I texted you my address so you can meet me at my apartment. I’m about twenty minutes from here.”

Choso nods and you both exchange goodbyes, promising to meet up shortly at your place.

------

The elevator doors slide open on your apartment floor. You fiddle with your keys as you round the corner, but you freeze in place, eyes wide when you spot a familiar figure posted up outside of your door.

Suguru leans against your apartment door, eyes closed until he hears keys jingling. He turns his head lazily, pushing back his bangs when they fall into his eyes as he looks you over.

“Finally.” He pushes himself off your door to face you. Why? Why was he here? Suguru never made random drop ins. All of your meetups were always planned. He showed up right on time and left right afterward to do whatever else he wanted. Yes, you’d had plans together tonight, but he obviously knew they were canceled. So… why was he here ?

The initial shock wears off when Suguru reaches up to run his fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?” You ask, glancing back, hoping Suguru doesn’t catch the slight panic in your voice. You can’t help but worry about the outcome of Choso stumbling upon Suguru waiting outside of your apartment.

You were sure that if Choso showed up right now, he was going to drop you before anything even started. 

Suguru scoffs, “I've been trying to call and text you and you weren't answering. You said you’d let me know when you were home. I thought that creep killed you or something. So I came to wait for you.” He pauses, waiting for your response. When you don’t say anything immediately, he adds, “Because I’m such a good friend .”

You roll your eyes.

“Glad you came to your senses and ditched the weir–"

The sound of the elevator doors opening and the stomp of combat boots fill the hall. Suguru’s eyes widen only slightly when he looks over your shoulder to see Choso rounding the corner. He places his hand on the small of your back as he approaches, apologizing for taking longer than he’d expected.

“I parked in the spot next to yours. Hope that’s fine.” He says, not yet noticing Suguru.

You smile up at him, nodding. “Yep, that’s fine.”

Choso finally looks up, seeing Suguru standing before you both.

“Oh. Hey man, the friend from earlier, right?” Choso nods to Suguru. You think you might be going crazy, but from where you’re standing it looks like Suguru is quite literally biting his tongue. His jaw is so tight, you’re curious if he’ll be able to open it to speak.

“Yep. Just the friend ,” Suguru says through gritted teeth. “Wanted to make sure she got home alright. Real nice of you to walk her to the door, but I can take it from here.”

You open your mouth to stop whatever Suguru is up to, but Choso cuts in first.

“Actually, we’ve got plans inside, so.”

Suguru’s brows shoot up to his hairline as he looks between you and Choso. He slides his hands into his pockets, trying to maintain his cool demeanor as he flashes the same fake smile from earlier.

“Oh? She invited you over?” He asks, voice clipped.

“Yes, I did,” you answer quickly, moving to unlock your door. “So, thanks for coming to make sure I made it home safely, but I’m good.”

You push the door to your apartment open and wave Choso in who gives Suguru one last nod before moving inside.

You step into the apartment only turning back when you hear Suguru call your name. You turn back around. 

“What is it?” You ask.

Suguru stands there and you watch as some unknown emotion flashes across his face before he’s back to the cool, calm Suguru he always is. You wait for him to say something. But he doesn’t. Even with all the concern and texts and calls, Suguru is still Suguru. He never says anything when it matters. So you say something instead.

“Go home, Suguru.”

And you close the door.

[espexiallyheinous]

we love witnessing reader give geto the same energy!

can’t lie though jealous geto got me feeling funny… 🤭

also i am in love with the way you write chose, it’s so genuine and just reading about this fictional man gives me butterflies.

thank you for sharing your content!! 🩵

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Chapter 1 - Drop-in

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Pro-skater, all around fuckboy and your casual fling of a year, Suguru never hesitates to remind you that you are a hookup and a hookup only. When another pro-skater threatens to fill the role Suguru has refused multiple times, will Suguru finally step up to the plate?

Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

“Fuck– ngh , yeah baby. Just like that.”

Suguru’s hands grip your waist hard as you grab onto his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You’re both on the couch, naked with you straddling him after a heavy makeout session. This is usually what your time “chilling” with Suguru led to – his body either hovering over or laying under yours as his hips drive into you until you can’t see straight.

You watch Suguru’s eyes roll back, his lips parting with a soft sigh when your ass meets his lap, you fully enveloping him.

“Oh… shit . Give me a minute, babe,” he sighs, sucking in a sharp breath as he tries to steady himself. But you don’t want to give him a minute. You’d missed him and you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in him before he was gone again.

You lift yourself up slightly, pulling a quiet hiss from Suguru as his grip on your waist tightens.

“Wait, baby–”

You pushed your hips down hard, both of you moaning loudly as you revel in the feeling of Suguru’s dick filling you again and again. His hands move from your waist to slide down to hold your ass.

“I don’t wanna wait, Sugu. I need you so bad right now,” you whimper above him.

He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. You feel his hands press up against your ass, lifting you before slamming you back down onto his cock, the loud smack of skin meeting skin filling the room. You move to pull away from the kiss to cry out, but Suguru’s lips chase yours, refusing to break away. He nips at your lip, then slides his tongue smoothly into your mouth when he finally lets you catch your breath.

His hands are still controlling your movements as he claims your mouth, a deep guttural groan leaving him when you dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders to steady yourself. You want to hold him, kiss him, tell him how much you love being with him, but you don’t — you can’t. Instead, you focus on rolling your hips forward to take him deeper.

Suguru leans back, bouncing you up and down over his lap as he watches you. 

“I missed this pussy so much,” he grunts, eyes locked on where your bodies connect. “Whole time I was gone, I kept thinking about coming back to this – to you.”

Your heart swelled against your better judgment. You feel your body pulse, tightening Suguru and he moans. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as he arches his back and thrusts up into you. He mutters a curse under his breath, speeding up his movements.

“I was thinking about you too, Suguru,” you confess.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He moans at your confirmation, driving his hips into you harder. You tighten your grip on his shoulders as you ride his cock faster and faster. His hands move back to your waist, and you watch as the muscles of his forearms strain as he lifts you up just to slam you right back down on his cock. You whimper every time you feel your ass slap against his thighs.

“Sit back, baby. I wanna watch you cum on my dick,” he says and you do as he asks. You lean back, holding on to his shoulders as you feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten.

You take in the view below you – Suguru with his hair loose and plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed and completely lost in you.

He arches his back beneath you, pushing his hips up to grind against you as he slides his hands back to your bottoms and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass. 

He’s fucking you hard, his breaths coming rapidly as he begins to babble, completely lost in the moment.

“You’re mine” he grunts. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine.” 

You whimper quietly, trying to control the way your heart is damn near about to beat out of your chest at Suguru’s words.

“Say it,” he demands, leaning forward to kiss your throat.

You shake your head, knowing you’re in for a world of hurt if you listen to him.

“Please, baby,” he begs. “I need to hear it. Please. Tell me you’re mine. Say it .”

You moan above him, the coil in your abdomen threatening to snap as Suguru pumps into you and pleads for you to tell him you’re his. And you want to tell him you’re his, because you are. You know it and sometimes you think Suguru knows it, but you can’t tell him that. You know you can’t.

In an effort to stop Suguru’s begging, you push him back and slam your lips to his, grinding down hard on his cock. Suguru moans loudly into your mouth and the sound is so fucking sexy, you have no time to prepare yourself for the intense orgasm that crashes over you. Your pussy squeezing down on Suguru brings him to his own release and he’s muttering strained proclamations to you about how much he needs you, how you’re his, and you try your best to ignore him, though the fluttering in your stomach won’t stop.

“Fuck—“ Suguru groans, brows knitted together as he slows his motions. You’re resting your face against his shoulder, breathing hard against him as he keeps thrusting slowly into you. “Shit, you’re amazing.” He turns his head to place a kiss to your temple, still thrusting into you as you hum in acknowledgment.

————

You’re lying in bed with Suguru, your limbs intertwined as you hold each other. You’re deep in thought because despite your best efforts, your mind is reeling from Suguru’s earlier words. You couldn’t tell if he was just caught up in the moment, rambling about you being his and only his or if he truly meant it. You could never tell with him after all this time.

You and Suguru had been casually sleeping together for the better part of a year. A mutual friend had introduced you two at the skatepark where you were completing a photography shoot. You were instantly stricken by Suguru and his intense, piercing, dark eyes. The first time you’d met, he had his long black hair tied up in a loose bun since he’d just come from practice. He’d spent the remainder of his afternoon watching you shoot other skateboarders for the sports magazine you worked for, finally asking you to dinner. You said yes immediately, then ended up in his bed before your third date.

You weren’t sure if you could actually say you were dating since Suguru never took you out, or introduced you to his friends. Not to mention, he was sleeping with other women when he traveled for skate competitions.

While Suguru was funny, charming and incredibly sexy, he was also a bit of an asshole, flippant and if you were honest…a fuck boy if you’d ever seen one. He does whatever he wants. He travels for his skate competitions and you never know what the hell he’s doing or who he’s with. And you don’t ask anymore. You’d learned your lesson the hard way when the last time you’d asked, Suguru had made you feel like you were being so crazy you just ended up apologizing to him and never asking about his activities again.

Now, you just meet up whenever Suguru has time. You go to his practices when you can to grab additional skate photographs and you go on the occasional date with other men to distract yourself from the fact that you are absolutely in love with this asshole.

But he doesn’t want anything more than to bury himself as deep as he can inside you whenever he wants without so much as taking you out to dinner first. You’re not sure when you became just his casual hookup, but it’s all Suguru sees you as now. You know you should cut your losses and move on…but you can’t.

You want more from him, and you know you’ll never get it, but every time he tells you you’re his, a false sense of hope tricks you into staying.

Suguru shifting besides you pulls your focus back to him. He’s standing now, moving to the living room to grab his pants. You follow after him and you know you shouldn’t ask this, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“Suguru, I have to ask you something,” you start.

He grabs his pants and boxers from the floor. “What’s up?” He asks, casual as ever.

“D-did you mean what you said?”

“Mean what?”

You hesitate for a second, not sure if you really want an answer, but you needed to be sure so you push forward. 

“That I’m yours and only yours?”

You’re fidgeting with your fingers now, awaiting his answer. He slides his boxers on before turning to you.

“Oh, I was just talking. You know how I get when we’re fucking,” he says easily. 

You chuckle nervously, eyes tracking him as he moves across the room to pick his shirt up from the arm of the couch.

“Right…”

He glances at you over his shoulder as he slides his pants up. “Yeah, I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.”

You can’t help the way you flinch when he dismisses you. You knew you shouldn’t have asked. You knew you’d only get your feelings hurt with this question. Stupid. Suguru clearly only saw you as a hookup. You know you should cut your losses, but you couldn’t. Despite Suguru not having any feelings for you, you couldn’t say you felt the same. You cared deeply for him and it’s why you had such a hard time letting him go.

Suguru pulls his shirt on before he slips on his shoes. “Anyway, I gotta get to practice. You coming by to take some pics later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few hours. Just need to edit some other pictures and get my equipment together.”

“Cool,” he says, opening the door without looking back. “See you there.”

He closes the door behind him and you’re left standing, alone as always.

————

You climb the steps to the skatepark eagerly, the sounds of the wheels hitting pavement only making you move faster. Peering up, you could see the forms of the skaters spinning in the air, falling gracefully with their board beneath their feet to carry them to the other side of the skate ramp or bowl. 

You spotted Suguru, preparing to drop-in to the bowl. You turned your camera on, bringing it up to your eye to capture Suguru in all his glory. He turned his head at the sudden flash, giving you a quick nod before dropping into the bowl. You watched him closely, snapping a few pictures when you remembered you were actually here to work.

Watching Suguru skate was mesmerizing. He clearly loved his sport. He put in the work and the time to perfect his craft and he was damn good. It was why he was a sponsored professional. You followed the way his hair whipped behind him with the rush of the wind as he came up the side of the bowl and straight into the air, bending his knees to grab his board and spin maybe three times? You couldn’t tell, your finger hitting the shutter button to capture the perfect moment.

This is what you loved – taking photographs of people doing what they enjoyed most. Being a sports photographer meant being able to capture people’s passions and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

As you scrolled through the pictures of Suguru, you catch another form out of the corner of your eye. You glance over, your eyes meeting the broad back of a stranger. Tall, with clearly expensive taste - you could tell by the very nice clothes he donned along with…were those Prada combat boots? He had his hair tied up in unruly pigtails and it was only when he finally turns around that you see the tattooed line that spread across his cheeks and meet on the bridge of his nose.

You had seen him around before at different parks, but you had never spoken with him. He always seemed to vanish into thin air before you could catch him and you never got around to asking Suguru if he knew him.

You watch the stranger drop into the bowl, his movements smooth as he sails into the air, flipping his board beneath those designer boots and landing as if it were nothing. You lift your camera as he does it again, hitting the shutter button repeatedly. You don’t have to review the shots to know they’re amazing. There’s something about him that makes it impossible for you to tear your eyes away.

When he emerges from the bowl, casually kicking his board up into his hand, you snap a few more pictures before you decide to approach.

“Excuse me,” you call out to him with a wave.

He looks you over and as you get closer you can see the bags under his eyes. He looks positively exhausted, but something about it is so…alluring. He gives you a lazy smile, waving as you approach.

“Hey. Haven’t seen you here before,” he says coolly. 

“Oh, I’m always around. I’ve seen you a few times. I’ve just had such a hard time catching you.”

“Hmm,” he shifts his board to his other hand as he shrugs. “Well. You got me now.”

As you get closer, you really take in his appearance. He’s incredibly handsome, a deep sexy voice that makes your stomach flutter with excitement every time he opens his mouth. With beautiful dark eyes that stay locked on yours as you both speak, you’re already enthralled.

You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you a few times, each time sounding a little sexier than the last.

“I’m Choso,” he reaches his hand out to shake yours and you can’t ignore the immediate spark you feel when your skin touches his. It makes your pulse quicken.

Choso nods to your camera, “Taking pics for fun?”

“Oh,” you glance quickly down at your camera. “Sort of. I’m a sports photographer. Specifically, I manage the skating articles so I’m usually hanging around the popular skating spots.”

“Nice,” He compliments, seemingly impressed. “You didn’t happen to get any pics of me, did you?”

You smile as you fidget with the buttons on your camera before holding it out to him. He takes it with his free hand, giving you a puzzled look before you point to the arrow buttons.

“I’ve been taking pictures of you for a while. Like I said, I haven’t been able to catch you to show you.” Choso smiles shyly at this and you can’t help but return his expression. “Scroll through. I think I got some good ones of you today and the last few times.”

He navigates through your photos, brows rising as he looks over your work.

“ Wow , I see why you’re doing this. These are insanely good.”

You beam at him, stepping closer to him to look at the camera screen in his hand, “You really think so?”

He nods, and you feel your cheeks warm at the compliment, your heart racing as you mutter a thank you. 

You’re going through the photos with Choso as he tells you about himself – how long he’s been skating, what trick he was doing in whatever photo you’re looking at, why he skates. You learn he’s a newly sponsored professional skater and he has three younger brothers who he skates to take care of. 

“Eso, Kechizu and Yuuji.” He lists his brother’s names to you, grinning as he names off different facts about each one. “They’re all great, but Yuuji is the baby, so I kind of spoil him. I’d give him anything he wants as long as he calls me Big Brother. He’s adorable.”

“Really? How old is he?” You ask, fully expecting to hear about a small child only to burst into laughter when you find out Yuuji’s a teenager . 

“You have a really nice laugh,” he says suddenly. Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment but you thank him anyway.

Choso is a little odd. Even so, in the short time you get to know Choso, you find yourself in awe of him. He’s sweet, soft spoken and seems like an all around good person.

“You’re easy to talk to and really funny, Choso. I’m sure if we keep running into each other at the parks in the future, you’ll be making me laugh until my sides hurt.”

Choso watches you closely, not speaking. After a moment, he hands you your camera back, sliding his free hand into his pocket while he fidgets with his skateboard with the other.

“So…I know we just met like twenty minutes ago, but do you wanna get dinner tonight? I have to drop my brother off at a friend's place, but can we meet up later?” He pauses for a second before adding, “I’d love to hear that laugh more.”

A wide grin spreads across your face, your cheeks burning. You had gone on your fair share of dates recently, but this was the first you’d actually felt excited about. You typically agreed knowing you would be comparing whoever the poor soul was to Suguru. But right now, you only had eyes for the exhausted looking man before you. You looked Choso over, his cool and calm demeanor now replaced with nervousness as he restlessly fidgeted with his skateboard, awaiting an answer.

Before you could speak, you felt an arm slither across your shoulders, pulling you into a hard, warm body. You peered up through your lashes to find Suguru standing next to you. He nodded to Choso, fixing him with a smile that was very obviously not genuine to anyone who truly knew Suguru.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, now aiming his tight smile down at you. You froze, looking from him to Choso who looked between you and Suguru, taking in the sight of Suguru’s arm around you.

“My bad, man. I was just asking her out, but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Choso apologized.

Suguru hummed, simply acknowledging the statement but saying nothing more. It reminded you of your earlier conversation with him in your apartment before he left you standing alone like he always did.

I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.

His words echo through your head as you stand between the two men – one who was clearly interested in you and wanted to know you more. The other who you had history with who you couldn’t get to commit to lunch plans. The answer was so simple now.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you stated and you don’t miss how Suguru’s arm tenses around your shoulders. “We’re not dating or anything, just good friends. Right, Suguru?”

You shrug his arm off, looking up at him to return his fake smile. Suguru recovers quickly, muttering “ right ” as you step forward, holding your hand out to Choso.

“I’d love to get dinner with you tonight. Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in. You can call me later to solidify plans.”

“Oh, it’s in my car. I never skate with it on me. Give me yours and I’ll put my number in.” Choso offers instead.

“My phone is also in my car. Can’t risk dropping it when I’m shooting.”

You both chuckle at how similar you seem to be before you continue, “Okay, walk me to my car? I’ll get your number and we can talk plans.”

Choso agrees, tucking his skateboard underneath his arm.

“Didn’t we have plans for later?” Suguru interrupts.

If you were being honest, you’d forgotten he was there for a moment.

“Oh, well…rain check then?” You propose.

Suguru nods slowly, watching you and Choso turn to head towards the parking lot, laughing and too caught up in conversation to say goodbye to him. 

“Sure,” he mumbles to himself. You’re so entranced with Choso, you don’t even notice the way Suguru glares daggers into your backs until he can’t see you anymore.

[espexiallyheinous]

listen, the skater choso description and characterization has ME blushing!!! 🤭

i had never given choso a second thought but after reading this, i gotta add more choso to my life.

skater geto is cool too or whateva.🫠

thank you for sharing your content, i look forward to continuing this series!! 🩵

[satorini-deactivated20230626]

𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 & 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

cw/tw. knight!nanami, king!gojo, [princess->queen]reader, pining (so much pining), super suggestive

an. I'm sorry if you see this again. Tumblr kept giving me an error message about it not posting so I had to delete the original post 💀 (this is why I use google docs to write)

Knight!Nanami who everyone's so intimidated by, yet he'll you pick flowers after rides out of the castle, carefully folding a crown of amber and stems with his large, clumsy fingers that he wordlessly offers you. 

Not knowing the effect you have on him—his heart hammering against his ribcage—when you smile and place his gift on your head. 

Knight!Nanami who sometimes privately, selfishly, imagines what it'd be like to walk alongside you, instead of a few paces behind with the rest of the royal guard. 

Knight!Nanami who's lost count of the number of dinners where he's had to watch nobles and royalty alike fight for your hand, fist cleched around the hilt of his sword until his leather gloves creak.

Then someone does take your hand, a king from the north who lavishes you with gossamer dresses and a gilded crown bigger than the one Nanami made out of weeds.

The marble floors are loud under his boots as he walks down the hallway toward the throne room. It's the worst part of his week, being summoned to report to your new husband. 

He stands and keeps his back straight, face blank, knowing the dislike must radiate off him in waves—especially when the King's lips often curl in amusement.

And then he pushes open the throne room doors, and he...stops to the sight of you splayed out on the throne—your husband's lap—skirts pooled around your waist and cascading down to the floor in a silky river of red.

"Ser Nanami," King Gojo says, and he hates how he says it, "you've made it. There are essential matters I'd like to discuss."

Knight!Nanami who can feel his face turn a bright shade of ochre as he tries to ignore the sounds of your high-pitched breaths and the wet sounds of the King's fingers moving between your legs, all while trying to discuss security details and recent threats.

He shouldn't look. He really shouldn't look. You're his queen; you're—

"I'm surprised you haven't had her yet."

Nanami reels. "What? I—what?"

"I know you want to." The bastard snorts. "It's written all over your face."

Nanami clenches his fists, dares a glance at you, and feels himself ache at the sight of you: crown crooked, dress rumpled, looking every bit the debauched enchantress he's only allowed himself to fantasize about in the safety of his bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about—"

"You can stand there and watch. Or you can have her and see how she tastes right after she cums." The King's fingers trace the seam of your cunt in one slow stroke, skimming the tiniest bit of slick that shimmers in the late afternoon sun. "Take your pick."

He hesitates…he could have everything. Just this once.

One knee drops to the foot of the throne—pausing to take a ragged breath—then the other, noticing how your thighs tremble when he's close enough. 

Nanami's eyes never leave your face as he traces your calf, soft under his battle-worn hands, and swallows when you moan softly—and apparently too slow for his highness.

A pale hand reaches out, grabbing a fistful of Nanami's hair, arching the knight's neck back until his Adam's apple bobs. "Go on, little knight, worship your queen." Then his face is shoved toward the slippery mess between your legs, and he groans when he's rewarded with a shocked and delighted sound at the first swipe of his tongue.

Sweet, he thinks, better than any mulberry wine.

With the unyielding grip still on the back of his head, he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth, wishing he could somehow trap the sound of you saying his name with a gasping cry.

Small mercies that you'd say it all.

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okay so I was fully ready for the ache in my heart from the angst you thought about posting

BUT wowza was this a pleasant surprise 🤭

i think it’s safe to say knight!nanami and king!gojo have changed the trajectory of my life

ALSO….

“he hesitates…he could have everything…just this once

AND

“Go on, little knight, worship your queen.”

like those two lines alone were so scrumptious ugh i’m in heaven 🫠

also the power princess/queen reader has over these men is hot! 🥵

thank you for this fantasy i didn’t realize i needed nor wanted, 🩵

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would anyone be interested in some gojo angst today?

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i’m a masochist so i’ll accept it with open arms : )

[shuploc]

Alright, just one more…

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thinking of ex husband gojo this father’s day 🥰🥰🥰🌹 the moments shared between him and mio make my heart melt as well

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

cw/ tw. none, pregnancy, maybe a pinch of angst (but not really), their daughter is an oc | wc. 500+

an. hi i got so sick the past two days, and never got around to posting this on father's day, but I hope you enjoy the little blurb I put together for you. thank you for supporting my gojo series <3 also, this somehow turned into a somewhat non-linear part seven...heh, but the part I was meant to post will still get posted!

Gojo can’t say he’s ever really wanted kids—never considered himself to be anyone’s dad before, didn’t think he’d be the right person for it. So the thought hasn’t even crossed his mind, not until you came out of the bathroom one day, a plastic stick in hand and a nervous smile lifting the corners of your mouth. 

“A baby?” he asks, as if the blurry plus on the too-small screen could mean anything else.

“Yes, Satoru,” you say, in a tone indicating nobody’s going to jump out of the hall closet and confirm it’s all a prank. “A baby.”

And it…changes things. 

Stuck in the morning rush—red tail lights stretching block to block—he starts thinking about it. He thinks about his childhood, how he knows what it’s like to have parents who say they’ll be there and then aren’t. That there’s a chance he could turn out the same.

If there’s anything he’s thought of the most, that’s one of them.

He watches you sort through the baby clothes from your mom and wonders how you can look so calm about it. Meanwhile, he picks up a sock smaller than his pinky, and his stomach instantly twists into knots.

It gets worse over the next couple of months. Gojo spends more time at work, and the rest of his free time goes to baby-proofing the apartment. He buys baby locks—why don’t they call them toddler locks? Babies don’t even walk—and somehow locks himself out of the liquor cabinet because they apparently work on adults too.

Being an only child means he’s never witnessed pregnancy up close growing up; never watched anyone assemble a crib or pick out car seats—how do you know which one will keep the baby safe?—or go through a book of baby names. 

So no.

He’s not the epitome of calm the night your water breaks, even though he holds your hand the entire time and tells you everything will be okay. Doesn’t know if it will be as he listens to the baby’s heartbeat echo around the triage room while you happily eat ice chips. 

There are still so many things he can mess up, that he’s not sure he’ll get right, no matter how hard he tries. What if his kid grows up and doesn’t like him? What if he’s not a good dad?

Gojo thinks about this the whole walk to the delivery room, feeling like he’s holding your hand for support rather than offering it. And the doctor starts speaking, and, and—

Mio fits perfectly against his chest, small and round in her blanket, with soft tufts of hair on the top of her head, and he can’t stop tracing the sweet curve of his daughter’s cheek. She coos in her sleep—his fussy baby appeased by a tummy full of milk—holding his pinky in her tiny fist.

“She’s wrapped you around her finger already,” you whisper, head leaning against his shoulder.

He hums, transfixed, and from the corner of his eye, he can see the smile you hide in the sleeve of his sweater.

“You’re going to be a good dad. I already know it.”

“Yeah?”

“Never doubted it for a second.”

You lean up to kiss his stubbly cheek, and he’s content. 

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domestic gojo family makes my heart happy 🥰

and i know you explained how things ended between them but i would love to be able to read about that moment if you were ever inspired to write it!

but just gojo being worried was so cute to read about, every worry he had was very him 🥲

also reader reassuring gojo that he’ll be a good dad is everything i needed 😭

most realistic part though was the baby locks working on gojo, I don’t make the rules that’s just cannon 🤷🏽‍♀️

thank you for sharing your content! 🩵

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hate to be a bother or anything but anything for ex husband gojo getting jealous when people look at reader for too long?

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗

cw/ tw. modern au. fem!reader, their daughter is an oc, jealousy, unprotected sex, possessive behavior | wc. 700+

an. definitely not a bother! and i don't so i wrote something for it:) | series masterlist

Ex-husband!Gojo who can’t stand the annual family reunions his parents throw every summer. It’s not so much talking to relatives he hardly knows as it is the fact that receding into a quiet corner isn’t an option for him—not when everyone wants to know how his parent’s prodigy son is doing with the family business.

He’s been standing beside Mom’s rose garden, barely listening as one of Dad’s investor friends talks about numbers. Instead, Gojo’s attention drifts across the yard, where you and Mio are sitting in a little sun patch in the grass, matching floral sundresses folding around your legs.

Earlier, he’d walked into your house, nearly tripping over a pile of shoes blocking the front door as Mio explained, very seriously—sun hat perched crookedly on her head—Mummy and I need to match. Daddy, have you seen my dress shoes?

Gojo hides his grin behind his glass just thinking about it; his girls.

It makes him think of all sorts of impossible things, ones he’s wanted for a while, but the timing has always been wrong. Although that fluttery feeling in his chest from watching your pretty face sputters out when a blonde-haired man crouches down beside you, and your face splits into one of those mega-watt smiles.

His name is Nanami, an old boyfriend who’s more of a family friend at this point, but that is somehow worse.

Ex-husband!Gojo who watches as Nanami fixes your hat when the wind nearly blows it off your head and says something that makes Mio giggle, her nose scrunched up. Then it’s just the two of you, Mom diverting his daughter’s attention with something cold and sweet.

Gojo grits his teeth, his worst fears unfolding before him.

He still thinks about that day you told him about the boy who’d almost stolen you right through his fingers, talks about rings and marriage going in one ear and sinking into his stomach like lead. Now he can’t stop that feeling from creeping up again as he swallows around a fake smile.

Ex-husband!Gojo who ignores Dad’s protests and sputters apologies to the investor as Gojo takes long strides across the lawn until the sun hitting the top of your hat is blotted out by his shadow.

“Oh,” you smile. “Nanami, you remember Satoru? He’s—”

"I'm her husband."

“No—”

You start to say, but Nanami speaks first, as blunt as ever.

“You mean you were. You’re not married anymore.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t care how rude he’s being when he pulls you away toward the downstairs guest bathroom like a man possessed. You round on him once lets go of you to click the lock into place.

“What is the matter with you?”

You smack his chest, but Gojo curls his body to slant his mouth over yours, swallowing your protests as his tongue slips past your lips. His hands find your waist, picking you up and setting you on the ledge of the sink before his fingers trail up your smooth thighs and push the hem of your dress to your waist.

His hand moves higher, cupping your cunt.

“Fucking soaked,” he grunts. “Is this because of him?”

“No, we were—Satoru,” you hiss when he tears your underwear into shreds to run his knuckles over the heart of you where you’re soft and hot, practically dripping down your thighs and onto porcelain. “We can’t just—oh—in your parent’s house—”

You make a sound in your throat when two of his fingers slip inside you, something like a sharp whimper that he feels straight down to his cock. Despite how wet and warm you feel around him—and so fucking tight—he smirks.

“What was that, baby?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who lazily strokes himself, squeezing roughly, while he watches you come apart for him, and he can tell by the slight trembling of your limbs that it’s not enough.

He rubs his cock through your pussy, smearing it in a mess of his precum and your slick, and draws in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

“Satoru,” you hiccup. “Please—I—”

Gojo taps your puffy clit with his tip, chuckling lowly at the sounds it emits from your parted lips.

“Because you need it. Don’t you? Tell me how much you need it.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who takes his time fucking you on that bathroom sink, thinking the whole time (slightly manically), I hope he hears. And after, as he watches in a daze as his spend drips out of you in viscous rivulets down your thighs, that thought is replaced with, I hope he sees.

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you had me hooked before, but knowing this could have been ex-husband nanami makes me melt. 😏

i just need the jjk fandom to appreciate nanamin more than they do ya know?

like yeah gojo is great but i’m sorry nanami takes the cake for me 🤭

since gojo is such a great ex-husband he should think about inviting nanami over for dinner sometime 😉

thank you for sharing! 🩵

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Ex husband gojo gets reader pregnant again or pregnancy scare 🫣🫣

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

cw/ tw. modern au. fem!reader, their daughter is an oc, pregnancy scare, Gojo being obsessed with his ex-wife, pet names (ex. baby) | wc. 700+

an. i combined this ask with the "please mommy" ask (which was nngg btw) <3 | series masterlist

Ex-husband!Gojo who talks about his company fundraiser coming up, and you try to pay attention to what he’s saying—you do. But with your attention split between the timer on your phone and the pink stick sitting on the edge of the tub, you don’t even register his voice crackling over speakerphone.

While you wait, you can’t help how your thoughts spiral.

You think about a little calendar chart on the fridge, small milk-stained clothes stored away in the garage, and the bottle of vitamins still sitting in your medicine cabinet—you’d need to buy new ones. Curled up in your soft bed with a swollen belly and daydreaming about hands so big and tender while waiting for your—well.

Possibly not this time because of the—

“—are you listening?”

“Oh, what? Sorry, I’m…distracted.”

You hear him chuckle. “By what?”

The timer goes off, and you peak at the stick—your heartbeat thuds in your throat.

“Nothing,” you say. “It’s nothing.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t react the way you expect when you finally manage to tell him. Although, you’ll admit it’s partially your fault since you go about it unconventionally.

“Satoru, m-maybe we should use a condom tonight,” you tell him breathlessly.

“That right?” he mumbles into you, softly lapping at your clit and giving it little sweet kisses, worshipful as if he can hardly stand to part from the very heart of you. 

“Uh, huh.” 

“And why’s that?” 

Because it’s the smart, very responsible thing to do for two people who aren’t together, and your birth control isn’t working yet; however, you don’t say that.

Instead, the words turn to smoke when he drags his tongue through your sensitive flesh, thighs trembling around his ears. “S-so we—well, I—so I don’t get pregnant.”

He stills. The soft light from the lamp on your side table casts him in a delicate shade of darkness, making it hard to see his face through the silver curtain of his hair. But then he lets out a low chuckle, saying, “sure, baby,” before reattaching his mouth to your clit with a new roughness that makes you squeal.

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t bring it up after that—not until Mio says, “Mummy, Kai has two little sisters. Why don’t I have sisters?” over a lovely meal of box-made mac and cheese.

You choke on your forkful of powdered-cheese noodles while a boyish grin slips onto Satoru’s face.

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays late that night, offers to do the dishes and tucks Mio into bed. The thought comes uninhibited; he’s a good dad. 

It’s written all over him: the broad shoulders, smart, even though sometimes he doesn’t always act like it. Dependable and capable.

When he ushers you toward your room after Mio falls asleep, you go without protest.

Ex-husband!Gojo who promises to pull out.

To his credit, he does.

Well, barely, and your fingers dig into his shoulders, resolve wavering. 

His cum cools in a small pool on your stomach, some of it covering your nipples, dripping down your belly, and staining your newly washed sheets. “Fuck,” he rasps, pawing at your hips. “You look so good covered in my cum.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who runs a finger through the mess before trailing it down to where you’re wet and clenching around nothing.

“Toru,” you gasp. “We can’t—” 

“Would it really be so bad?” His voice is light, slightly teasing (yet, you think, very serious), watching as his fingers smear his cum all over your pussy. 

“We can’t,” you try again, whining when one long finger slides inside you, slowly fucking you with his load. “Oh!”

Satoru looks up at you from between your thighs, red-cheeked and bright-eyed, a little smirk playing on his lips. “Please, mommy. Don’t you want to give me another one?”

Despite yourself, you whimper, arching into his touch—pleasure licking up your spine, slow and sticky-sweet like honey. 

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t stop until all of his spend is safe inside your twitching hole, with nothing to prevent it from actually taking. It’s all you can think about then—of afternoon naps, late-night cravings, big warm hands rubbing your swollen feet—

“See, baby, all better,” he coos, your compliance rewarded with soft kisses—cuddling you to sleep with his fingers snug against your cunt.

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the real crime here is having sex on freshly washed sheets 🥲

also love a breeding kink, live for it actually…but the breeding aspect should just remain a fantasy 😅

again i love this series, i love these two, and i love that you share your work! 🩵

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Wait-

because what another lady at Mio’s school stars flirting w gojo and reader gets jealous?

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

cw/ tw. none, mostly fluff, maybe a pinch of angst (but not really), jealous reader, gojo being gojo, their daughter is an oc | wc. 700+

an. Oh my gosh, I love this idea! I imagine she's the mom of one of Mio's friends or something and reader can't stand her. This is just a blurb, I swear. | series masterlist

You move out of the way as a small army of children race past you with balloon swords. Satoru, who's hot on your heels, isn't so lucky, grunting as one of them runs into his shins. 

“Will you stop walking away?” he hisses.

Rather pointedly, you ignore that. “Did you bring the napkins, or did you forget like last time?” 

"Don't start."

“We agreed last week that you’d pick them up for Mio’s party, and I’d get the cake. Or did you forget about that too?”

“This isn’t about the napkins,” he opens the back door and follows you into the kitchen. “Listen, she was just telling me about this new place opening up downtown that Mio might like.”

This she character being the mom to one of Mio’s friends from soccer—if you’d only put her in t-ball, you wouldn’t be upset over a woman named Kim trying to get herself acquainted with Satoru’s lap. 

You push boxes out of the way in your pantry to find the extra—quote-on-quote, in Mio’s terms—boring napkins you keep on hand. “And that somehow led to her practically sitting in your lap and asking you out for drinks?”

“She wasn’t—” He drags a hand through his hair. “Okay, she was. But I never said I would go.”

"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted,” you tell him, jaw clenched tight. “You should go back to her."

Satoru leans against the shelves.

"Wait..." He laughs in disbelief behind you. "Are you jealous?"

You snort.

"As if. Seriously you can sleep with her for all I care. You’re at perfect liberty to see whoever you want because we’re not together anymore—"

You’re interrupted by him herding you into the pantry and closing the door behind him. Then he says your name, and you hate how it sounds, low and sweet on the tip of his tongue. “Aren’t we?”

“Obviously not.”

His knuckles brush the curve of your jaw until he’s tipping your chin. “So I shouldn’t kiss you right now?”

You swallow hard.

“No…you shouldn’t,” you say, leaning up on your toes when his head dips down toward yours. A shuddery breath fills the tightly enclosed space, and it takes you a second to realize it’s coming from you.

“That’s too bad.”

Then he steps away. 

“Gotta run out to the car to grab the napkins—I think I left them in the trunk with the presents.”

“Wh-what?” you stutter when he opens the door, and light from the kitchen floods the pantry again. “I thought—” There’s a persistent fluttery feeling in your belly, strung and wanting of…something.

“We shouldn’t—because we aren’t together anymore, remember?”

It leaves you speechless, too dizzy to say something witty or snarky. Satoru gives you a knowing smile as if he knows he won and leaves you standing amongst cans and boxes.

How dare he, you think after several seconds, marching out after him, finding him in the hallway carrying colorfully labeled bags.

The smile he gives you is cocky. “Can I help you?”

You glare up at him, saying, “actually, you can,” before shoving him up against the wall, fingers wrapping tightly in his button-up to pull him into a kiss.

“I should make you jealous more often,” he groans, dropping the bags to slip his hands up the back of your shirt.

“Satoru,” you whine against his mouth, “please shut up.”

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this was so cute! 🥰

i love the normal married/couple vibes in this part ☺️

but also not gojo being oblivious and ALLOWING miss kim girl to flirt with him, absolutely disgusting 🤮

i love these two toxic idiots, thank you for writing them! 🩵

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for vday, maybe… ex hubby satoru getting u flowers and fancy gifts even though you’re not together anymore but he just loves seeing how bashful u get even if u pretend he’s being too extra and didn’t need to do all of that… ❤️

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

cw/ tw. modern au. their daughter is an oc, pet names (ex. baby), more of Gojo fawning over his ex wife | wc. 1.1k+

an. this kinda got away from me, but I thought the concept was cute and really enjoyed writing this <3 | series masterlist

Ex-husband!Gojo who still hasn’t grasped the art of subtlety (you don’t think it’ll ever exist in his vocabulary), you learn, when you walk into your classroom with it smelling like the inside of a greenhouse. 

First graders are curious to a fault, and you hadn’t rolled out of bed that morning exactly prepared to answer questions about your private life—by children, no less. Especially not before you’ve had a moment to…process why several vases filled with flowers are crowding your desk. 

Unfortunately, the questioning doesn’t end inside your classroom. 

In fact, you have to sit through more of it in the teachers' lounge where Mrs. Sato, an older woman with streaks of white in her hair and opinionated comments, suggests that she didn’t know you were seeing someone.

Because it’s too soon after the divorce is what she doesn’t say.

To which you reply, “I’m not.” Although, you’d rather tell her that it’s been two years. 

Not that it’s hers or anyone else’s business whether someone decides to get you something—or if that same “someone” happens to be your ex-husband.

Mrs. Sato makes a little disbelieving hmph noise and continues eating her salad.

Ex-husband!Gojo who, for all of his lack of tact, does possess a several redeeming qualities, one being: spoiling your daughter rotten.

Mio bounces on the balls of her feet as she waits for the elevator to stop on Satoru’s office floor, clutching her own bouquet to her chest until one flower bends and lilts to the side. Once the doors open, there’s no stopping her, and she impatiently pulls you out onto the sleek mahogany floor.

You’ve always felt a little out of place whenever you had to visit Satoru at work. And today is no different.

The heart-shaped earrings and heart-themed dress make sense around a bunch of first graders, not a business office where everyone is in pressed suits and designer shoes, absent of smears of paint from that afternoon’s art class.

Luckily, you’re greeted first by a friendly face.

“Mrs. Goj—” Yuji stops, cheeks tinted pink. “Sorry, um, are you here to see Gojo?”

You give him what you hope is an easy smile. It’s not the first time someone forgot that it’s Miss now—no matter how difficult Satoru makes that for everyone else to remember.

“Yes. Is he busy?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who scoops Mio off the floor and leans back in his office chair as Mio prattles on about what she did at daycare.

“They didn’t leave the crust on my toast…,” because they were cut into hearts. “I hate crust. But mummy says I have to eat it.”

Satoru ruffles her hair, mussing up her pigtails that are already falling apart. “Well, mommy’s pretty smart. If she said you have to, then you probably should.”

“Mummy forgot to grab the cookies…” because Mio had been adamant about wearing the white shoes (meant for special occasions) tucked away in the storage closet. You were five minutes in on that little tantrum before you gave up and started pulling plastic bins down from the shelves unless you wanted to go from being slightly late to very late. 

She goes on for a few more minutes until she loses interest and squirms out of Satoru’s lap to look out the large windows behind him.

“You should’ve called,” he tells you gently. “I would’ve come over if you needed help.”

“And have you drive across town from work?”

“Yes. You know I would if it’d make your morning easier.”

The earnest look he gives you has you glancing at your feet, heat crawling up the back of your neck.

You can’t help it.

“Did you like the flowers?”

“I don’t think they’ll be able to scrub the smell out of the carpet.” It’s meant to sound annoyed, a reminder of the chaos that was your day. Instead, it comes out soft, almost shy, accompanied by a small smile.

Ex-husband!Gojo who comes over later because Valentine’s day falls under one of those special days that breaks the routine of him showing up on weekends and Wednesdays—even if it’s just another night except for the pink pancakes for dinner.

Ex-husband!Gojo who proffers a small rectangle box after Mio is tucked into bed—the lid tied shut with a velvet bow. A necklace lies inside, suspiciously resembling the design of your wedding ring: one large pearl surrounded by diamonds with a dainty gold chain.

It’s pretty. No, beautiful and expensive-looking. Of course, it is. Satoru’s never been one to see dollar signs when he finds things to spend his money on.

Still…

“Satoru…What is this?”

He ignores your question in favor of plucking the necklace out of the satin-lined box, giving you a deceptively soft smile. “Try it on.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t seem to grasp what wearing this necklace would imply, what some won’t come out and say to your face. How it’ll make things more confusing—

“It doesn’t matter what anybody else says, when it comes to fucking my wife,” he snarls, fingers digging into your hips to lift you off the mattress and pull you down on his cock. Never tearing his eyes away from the necklace resting against your throat, where it glints off the warm light from the lamp on the nightstand.

“But I… ’m not,” you whine, even as you feel the cold, hard press of his wedding band.

“Shh, baby, I know, I know—just like that—yet you’re letting me fuck you full in the bed I bought you.” 

Then, he thrusts forwards, knocking a little squeak out of your throat. He does it again, sliding in and out wetly.

“Look at you, oh, so pretty. You gonna cum? It’s okay. I want you to. You get so tight and wet when you do—”

Ex-husband!Gojo who first wakes up to the sound of little footsteps racing down the hallway, all urges to fall back asleep instantly fading, and he nudges you.

“Hey,” he whispers.

You grumble and bury under the blankets.

“Mio’s coming.”

He feels you stiffen, but there’s not enough time to kick Satoru out of the bed before your bedroom door flies open so hard that it smacks against the doorstop.

“I thought you locked the door,” you hiss.

“Mummy! I want toast—Oh. Are you and daddy having a sleepover?”

“Um…”

“Yes,” Satoru says. “Adults only.”

“What?” Mio huffs, stomping the foot without a sock against the floor. “That’s not fair.”

“Brats who go around slamming doors at five in the morning aren’t inv—ow.”

She pouts. “Well, I want to.”

As she starts running towards the bed, he realizes he’s still very much naked and doesn’t know how he’ll talk his way out of that one.

“Sweetheart, wait–”

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listen, gojo fucking reader while he wears his wedding band and they wear the necklace marking them as his, makes for splendid reading on this fine thursday. 🥰

also, they better not give my homegirl mio any unrealistic expectations, I just know she would snitch them out 😂

ex-husband gojo is so damn fine it hurt :(

thank you for sharing your content 🩵

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more of ex husband gojo i beg

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

cw/ tw. modern au. their daughter is an oc, mild angst, pet names (ex. baby), more of Gojo fawning over his ex wife | wc. 600+

an. okay, this is just a blurb my sleepy brain conjured up <3 | series masterlist

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the moms at Mio’s soccer games talk whenever he decides to pull you into his lap—a few sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your daughter run across the field.

He doesn’t hear the things they talk about, like “aren’t they divorced?” and “I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that.” Although maybe he’s heard every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do. 

“Satoru,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.”

“So? Let them stare.”

Just then, the crowd in the stands starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her smaller frame ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents. 

And then Mio kicks the ball into—well.

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter jumps happily in the middle of the field.

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless.

It's almost like it's a ploy to torture you...and it's working.

You’re probably scrubbing the plate in your hands rougher than necessary, doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn. But it’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those gray cotton shorts sit dangerously low on his hips— 

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips when he catches you staring, and suddenly the suds in the sink seem ten times more interesting.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re folding laundry. And he’s still shirtless, you realize, as he presses his front against your back.

Your resolve slips at how familiar it feels (to be held like this), and you swallow the whimper working its way up your throat. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband around your waist.

Breathless, you ask, “where’s Mio?”

“Watching Paw Patrol.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a lilted moan when he slaps your clit with his leaky tip.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open on his cock. “Tell me more about why we can’t keep doing this.” 

And you can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he wraps his long fingers around your throat because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“That’s it,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Take it.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who pushes the sticky rivulets of cum back inside you after he pulls out, muttering something that sounds like, “can’t waste it.” 

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night. 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Gojo as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, ruffling her hair until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile, content.

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the bar is literally in hell for me…why do domestic men get me hot 😅

“take it” / “can’t waste it”

please this just made my brain short circuit i’m speechless!!! 🥵

thank you so much for this ex-husband gojo story you’re really doing the universe’s work! 🩵

[satorini-deactivated20230626]

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cw/ tw. fem!reader, obsessive behavior (Gojo's just a man that's in love with his ex wife), jealousy, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. baby), their kid is an oc | wc. 600+

an. this has been in my wips for a minute T^T | series masterlist

Ex-husband!Gojo who thinks because he’s practically at your house all week, that he should just live there, but you always giggle whenever he brings it up, reminding him of boundaries and the fact that you're not married anymore.

The one time you relent is when he and your four-year-old daughter, Mio, wear matching pouts, pleading to let him spend the night. 

“He’ll come back—”

“But mommy,” Mio's sticky little fingers curl into her light-blue tutu, cheeks ruddy and puffed out. “Daddy and I aren’t done with our tea party. Please, mommy!”

“Yeah, mommy, please.” 

You hate how your cheeks grow warm at the pet name Gojo’s called you since your daughter was born. And you can’t help thinking he set your daughter up to this with the way the corner of his mouth twitches up into a subtle smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you tell them, okay, but don’t forget to leave out the part where he has to sleep on the couch.

Ex-husband!Gojo who crawls into your bed late that night with the excuse that your couch is too hard, though you know it’s just an excuse to cuddle because he’s humming into your slightly damp hair from your shower and falling asleep seconds later.

Ex-husband!Gojo who gets jealous when he finds out you have a date, and opens your front door before you can get there first to size up the guy you met at Mio's dance class: Eric, an investment banker and notably quiet.

After several seconds, Gojo decides that he's unimpressed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Gojo," you hiss, shoving him aside and apologizing to Eric who's nervously shifting on his feet in your entryway. "Sorry, he's my babysitter—"

"Husband—"

"Ex-husband."

Semantics, he thinks, and smirks at your date when you press a kiss against Gojo's chin out of habit before you leave. 

Ex-husband!Gojo who can tell that your date didn't go well when you push through the front door. Alone.

He pauses the movie he was watching and opens his arms for you to crawl into after you toe off your shoes.

"Tell me about it," he whispers into your hair once you’re squished tight against his side. “How’d it go?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who cheers you up by letting you ride his cock right there on the living room couch, his eyes roving over every perfect inch of you and taking you in like it's the first time, and he doesn’t think that feeling will ever go away.

His fingers dig into your hips, easily guiding you up and down in his lap like you weigh nothing, making sure to grind you down so his tip bumps into that spot he knows makes your toes curl.

"That's it—fuck," he grunts when your tight little cunt squeezes around him and he leans forward to suck a kaleidoscope of marks across your chest. "You look so hot bouncing on my cock like that. You’re so fucking good."

"Toru," you moan, your fingers biting into his biceps. "More, please."

You don't have to beg him twice for Gojo to plant his feet onto the floor and hold your hips still so he can roughly thrust up into your wet-hot heat. Soft squeals fall between your kiss-bitten lips, and his stomach does somersaults knowing that he's the only one that gets to see you this way—that gets to hold, kiss, and love you this way.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He laughs breathily when you babble an incoherent reply back to him, reaching down to thumb at your messy clit. "It's okay. I'll fuck you whenever you want. You won't need to find anyone else, I promise."

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awe gojo is just trying to be a nice ex-husband and make sure the mother of his child doesn’t feel bad ☺️

ex-husband toru is honestly so selfless, like wow how sweet of him to take care of his ex-wife so nicely! 😭🥰

i am down bad for ex-husband gojo like someone deliver this man to my doorstep please 🫣

than you for sharing your content!! 🩵