18+. rockstar!chosoโs girlfriend always gets him caught !
1. HEADLINE #1 : Rโ CKSTAR CAUGHT GETTING BJ IN THE REC ROOM ?!
in REC room eight, choso kamo is flipping switches while pretending your hands arenโt fondling his cock.
12 PM friday means the rec room heat & chosoโs sweaty thighs. choso kamo has his headphones on his ears as sukuna & suguru practice on the other side of the glass pane, but he canโt seem to focus on sukunaโs voice crackling through his speakers. half of his mindโs on his pretty girlfriend perched on the chair beside him, lashes fluttering and skirt bunched up your thighs as your palm rubs at his already swollen cock.
โchoso,โ you coo sweetly. โi miss you.โ
โmiss you too, baby,โ he rasps, but itโs more of a whimper & your palm rubs just over his throbbing tip as his hips twitch. his eyes are stinging but your touch is warm & choso kamo is in really big trouble.
he reaches for a switch on the board. โtrying to work, princess,โ he breathes, and you press your thumb to his clothed slit and his head goes all dizzy again. โcould you please let me focus?โ
his headphones crackle with sukunaโs voice but choso doesnโt hear it. โchoso, the reverb. can you amp that shit up already?!โ
โno,โ you huff. โyouโre always working. need you so bad, choโyou donโt need me?โ
and choso whimpers, because of course he does, because what else is he supposed to do when you zip down his jeans & pull out his swollen, heavy cock? your eyes are glimmering & heโs so fucking hard and thereโs already precum smeared over the flushed pink tip. you lick your lips. flash him a smile. โaw, cho. hard for me already?โ
he stifles a gasp, cheeks hot. โso hard. mmfphโโ you pump him slow & he swallows, hips stuttering against the board. โiโm sorry baby,โ he cries, โalways need you.โ
โare you sure?โ you coo, lashes fluttering as your thumb circles his slit. โsukuna will get mad again.โ
chosoโs lashes are sticky with tears. โheโs always madโhahโi think.โ
you giggle, leaning forward to lick a teasing stripe up his tip. "so you're saying this is fine ?"
choso wants to say yes. he wants to say no. he doesn't know what he wants anymore except your hand on his cock & your voice in his ear andโ
BANG!
โhello. what the fuck is taking so long?!โ
ryomen sukuna has his guitar slung over him & his lips bent in a frown. chosoโs hands fly to his jeans, and you only smile sweetly as sukunaโs eyes dart frantically between your wet lips & chosoโs panicked eyes. suguru pokes his head out of the booth; grin clumsy, eyes bright.
โโฆlock in.โ sukuna mutters, and the door slams shut.
2. HEADLINE #2: Rโ CKSTAR CAUGHT DURING MIDNIGHT SEXCAPADES ?!
choso kamo is too needy for his own good.
itโs 1AM & choso kamo is under hotel sheets with need buzzing between his thighs. the bandโs on tour for the nth time this year but choso isnโt thinking about practicing his guitar riff. his phone screen is too bright in his face & his eyes are on your soft thighs, supple breasts, pretty faceโand heโs palming himself while staring at pictures of you before he can think any better of it.
but then his phone chimes.
[ BLOOD MOON ๐ธ]
mine ๐๐ซ: @ choso i miss you :(
choso blinks at the notification, pupils dilating. he clicks it so fast his thumb twitches.
BLOOD MOON ๐ธ
mine ๐๐ซ: @ choso i miss you :(
choso: I miss you too, baby. Youโre not sleeping yet?
mine ๐๐ซ: hard to sleep without you touching me.
chosoโs cheeks are hot. his cock twitches in his pants. but then his phone chimes again.
BLOOD MOON ๐ธ
sukuna: Can we not do this in the band gc.
geto๐: why is she even here iโm dead
mine๐๐ซ: @ choso my pussy is so wet for you daddy :/
geto๐ reacted: โ๏ธ
sukuna: IN MY PUBLIC GC ???
satoru๐งฟ:
โโ
choso panicsโthroat bobbing, eyes wide. he quickly switches to texting you privately, face smushed into his pillow & cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ
choso: Baby, why would you text that in the gc?
Satoru will tease me during practice again
And Sukuna already texted saying heโll beat me up
โโ-
your text comes in instantly.
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: are you mad at me?
i just missed you cho. i wonโt text you again since thatโs what you want โน๏ธ
choso: What? I said I didnโt want that? When?
I always want you to text me. It makes my day when you do. Please donโt stop texting baby I always want to hear from you.
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: let me see your cock
choso: Okay
Iโm already hard for you. I was touching myself to your pictures before you texted. Youโre so pretty, baby. Miss your pretty face.
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mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: aww, youโre so cute cho
why not come over and get the real thing ?
choso: I want to, but youโre two hours away. Can I see your breasts?
mineโบ๏ธ๐ซ: you can see them if you come over ๐ and you can touch them too pretty boy <3
choso: But I canโt come over. What can I do?!
mineโบ๏ธ๐ซ: Suffer
choso: ???
โโ-
choso stares at the screen, mouth agape, heart in a frenzy. the light is bright against his eyes but choso doesnโt care to dim it. what can he do? he really wants to see your breasts but the circumstances wonโt allow it. he bites his lip, thumbs moving before his brain can catch up to them.
choso: Suffer
Iโm already suffering, angel. I donโt know how to suffer any harder. Can you please tell me what to do?
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: go to sleep choso
choso: But I donโt want to sleep. I want to see your breasts
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: then come over
choso: But I canโt
mine โบ๏ธ๐ซ: so why are you still texting me?
choso stares at your text, breath hitching. he glances over at the clock on his nightstand, and the digital display gleams back. 1:17 AM. thatโs not too bad. surely he could get there by around three, fuck you till at least four, and get back to the hotel by six.
itโs a stupid plan. but for you chosoโs a stupider man, and the next text you send doesnโt help his judgement.
mineโบ๏ธ๐ซ: [Image_Attachment]
mineโบ๏ธ๐ซ: sneak peek <3
chosoโs heart hammers. the picture only shows your tits clad in a pretty pink nightgown, but the material is too sheer & choso can see everything. the soft swell of your breasts. your nipples pebbled and peaking through the fabric. the way your arm is tucked underneath your tits to push them together into the camera. chosoโs mouth dries. his breathing goes ragged & his cock goes heavy against his leg. heโs still gawking at your picture when his phone chimes again.
mineโบ๏ธ๐ซ: my new nightgownโs so thin :( i donโt know why you can see my tits through it
choso thinks your nightgown is the prettiest thing heโs ever seen.
choso: your nipples are so pretty, baby
he sucks in a breath, taking one last sorry glance at the clock.
choso: Iโm coming over.
choso doesnโt wait for a reply. heโs already scrambling to fit a tank top over his bare chest, tugging socks over his feet & shoving them into slippers. the hallway is dark and quiet, and choso takes one last look at your perky tits on his screen before clicking his phone off & shoving it into his pockets. he sucks in a breath. letโs do this.
two hallways right. one staircase downโnot the elevator because itโs way too loudโand then another hallway to reach the lobby. choso knows the hotel layout like the back of his hand. he slips into the corridor, steps quiet against the hardwood, and the staircase is right thereโ
โlate night, kamo?โ
choso stops before he can bump right into sukuna.
ryomen sukuna is not impressedโand neither are the two boys behind him. getoโs piercings are glimmering in the heat. satoru has a smile too cruel to be kind. they stand on either side of a crossed sukuna, hands in their pockets, grins lazy-cruel.
choso gulps, eyes flitting between them. โuhm, i just needed some waterโโ
โback to your room, lover boy,โ suguru whistles, thumb pointing to satoru. โunless you want to be smacked upside the head?โ
satoru is cracking his knuckles with a grin.
โno thank you,โ choso says too fast, too sheepish. his cheeks are peach tinged. โand what do you mean by lover boy? i was onlyโโ
โsave it,โ sukuna growls, cocking his head. โthe walls are thin as fuck, idiot. you think i didnโt hear you beating your shit and whining into your pillow in the next room over?โ
chosoโs throat bobs. sukuna pads closer to his shaky figure.
โback to your room,โ sukunaโs hot breath tickles chosoโs nose, โand donโt let me catch you in these halls again.โ
3. HEADLINE #3 : Rโ CKSTAR CAUGHT HAVING SEX AFTER SETS ?!
on stage, choso kamo is half-boy, half-heartbreak.
at least, thatโs what the fangirls say when he plays like this. mic cord in his mouth. hair soaked & sweat sticky. mascara smeared down his cheeks & a riff so loud it makes you feverish. on blood moonโs stage, choso kamo plays the electric guitar like his life depends on it. sukunaโs singing blares more like a roar. geto is on bass & satoru on the drums.
choso hasnโt seen you since the set started.
not in the crowd, or the lobby, or the soft space behind the old stairwell where he likes to kiss you dizzy. heโs trudging through backstage now, guitar strapped heavy on his back, steps slow & breath heaving because the adrenaline hasnโt worn off & heโs still half-high. where the fuck is his girlfriend?
but then he sees you on the amp.
and chosoโs first thought is glitter. lots of it. sticky on your lip and your chin and your hair and your face. he pads towards you with bleary eyes and you welcome him with a teasing smile.
โhi, choso.โ
โHi,โ his arms bracket your hips. โyou look shiny.โ
you giggle, hand curling into his necklace as he trails sloppy kisses to your jawline. choso kisses like a dog, tongue wet & breath sticky. โyouโre so hot,โ he rasps. โso fucking hotโmmhโmโdizzy.โ
you let him kiss your lips. โcanโt do this here,โ he murmurs against them. โcan i take you away, baby? behind the stairs?โ
his eyes are soft and pleading. he talks like heโs asking but his hands are already hoisting you up & lifting you into his chest before you can tell him no. you cup his face. smush his cheeks. โimpatient, are we?โ
โsorry,โ his cheeks are pressed together in your palms so his voice comes out strangled. โmissed you.โ
choso isnโt sorry. heโs stumbling past workers & crew alike while pressing sloppy kisses to your hot mouth. his tongue slobbers and drags while his hands press into your thighs, thumb climbing higher to graze circles on your hips. he nearly trips over two cables but you laugh into his mouth and choso kamo has never been happier. โyouโre so beautiful,โ he breathes. โso pretty.โ
he finally reaches the stairwell. the closet door just under it is blue & peeling, and choso kicks it open with his mouth on your throat. he pulls back to stare at you and his gaze is soft. his eyes lift to stare into the room as you kiss his cheek.
his band members stare at him back.
ryomen sukuna has his arms crossed & his back against a wooden shelf. gojo satoru is sat criss-cross on a table with his lips in a grin. suguru stands beside him, leaned back lazily against said table with his lip piercing glimmering in the heat. and right there in the center, manager toji fushiguro has his arms folded over his chest, temu wristwatch catching the light.
choso drops you very slowly.
his eyes flit between his band mates, cheeks already blood drenched. heโs still gripping your skirt when he sets you down beside him. you whack his hand away and shift behind him to hide.
geto grins. โhey, lover boy.โ
choso leans back into you slightly. he whispers over his shoulder, โbabyโitโs a trap!โ
he doesnโt need to tell you. you can fucking see that.
sukuna steps forward. heโs not even angryโshocking, honestlyโheโs bored. steps lazy, gaze half-lidded. โtold ya, fushiguro. our bandโs lead guitarist is always in fucking heat.โ
choso squeaks, gripping your skirt. โi wasnโt gonna fuck her!โ
sukuna glances back at the others. โwho is he lying to?โ
toji sighs, shaking his head. he shoves his hands into his pockets, expression bored. โlook, kidโโ he glances up, โyour band mates and i donโt care about you being a horndog. we care that youโre letting it get in the way of your responsibilities.โ
satoru perks up, tongue clicking. โyou were supposed to head straight to the van after the set. but here you are trying to get some pussyโฆโ
you lean up on your toes, just enough to poke your head up behind chosoโs shoulder. satoru grins when he sees your face. suguru gives you a soft wave.
โhi,โ your voice is shy. โthis is my fault. sorry about him.โ
โdonโt sweat it, princess,โ toji waves you off, fake ice glimmering on his wrist. โour business is with your boyfriend, not you.โ
you nod shyly, disappearing behind choso yet again. sukuna huffs through his nose. โchoso, got anything to say for yourself?โ
choso looks around. at gojo and getoโs sleazy grins, tojiโs deadpan face, sukunaโs lazy gaze. the room is hot but his cheeks are hotter. he swallows, blood sticky in his throat.
โiโm sorry,โ he croaks. โit wonโt happen again.โ
sukuna doesnโt let him off. โwhat wonโt happen again?โ
choso grips your skirt behind him, swallowing. you squeeze your thighs around his palm to reassure him & choso gulps yet again.
โwonโt fuck my girl while on duty. or let her jerk me off in the rec rooms. or try to sneak off to see her.โ
your eyes widen behind him. he did not have to mention the rec room!
toji nods. then he checks his wristโthe temu wristwatch says itโs time to go. โalright, weโre done here. you boys be in the van in five. i got somewhere to be.โ
he trudges past you and a frozen choso, kicking the door open to leave.
the boys follow suit. satoru hops off the table, grinning. โnice one, cho!โ he smacks chosoโs arm as he walks past. sukuna bumps chosoโs side lazily. suguru slings an arm over your shoulders to steer you to the van with the rest of them.
in the closet, choso kamo has his feet frozen in place and his face contorted in horror.
once again, our rockstarโs been caught.
Rโ CKSTAR CAUGHT, end.
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toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slitโjust a graze, just over your clitโand he doesnโt let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
โgo on, princess,โ he rasps into your neck. โmโlistening.โ
but heโs not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxersโunfair, really, because youโre clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. โi canโt.โ
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. โyโgot a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.โ
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. youโre not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?โ
he lets the soaked head tap against your assโonce, twiceโbefore dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?โ he lets his precum smear over the folds. โstart talking.โ
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. โiโฆi have nice tits.โ
โbreasts,โ toji growls into your neck. โbreasts, dollface. say it properly.โ
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. tojiโs cock twitches against your ass, but clearly heโs got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. โi haveโi have a pretty pussy!โ
โso pretty,โ he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. โprettiest pussy iโve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.โ
โmy pussy is so tight,โ you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. โhnnghโso tight and wet for you, toji.โ
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?โ he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. โfucking perfect.โ
โtojiโโ you gasp, โpleaseโโ
โplease what?โ he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. โwant me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?โ
โmhmโโ
โwords, sweetheart.โ
โwant you to fuck me,โ you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. โwant you to play with my pussy and fuck me till iโm drippingโโ
โfuck,โ toji groans, slamming into you, hard. โthaaaatโs my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?โ
mirror s*x, end.
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executive summary :
โคท In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. Youโre a whore by choice and it worksโฆ until it doesnโt?
associated parties (pairings) :
โคท jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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โโGOOD DICK OR A STEADY JOB? What's more important to a woman in her early 20s? Well, if youโre being completely honest with yourself, it should be that second option of a steady job, of course. Yet, there you were risking that very thing for the first option; a good dicking.
Bent stupidly over your bossโs cold mahogany desk as small piles of paperwork go fluttering over its edge, there you were fulfilling the unspoken requirement of your job as an assistant. With a fat cockhead sloppily kissing the inner depths of your sweet cunt and your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you found yourself drunk off of the mean thrusts youโre being gifted with, you were assisting your boss with something alright.
Now, this wasnโt exactly how you planned for this morning to go buuut, one thing led to another and now youโre here anyway.
Babbled throaty attempts of his name escaped you as your glossy eyes traveled to the back of your skull in pure fucked-out ecstasy. Sure, you were supposed to be attending a meeting with the man right now but having your face smushed up against some expensive wood and listening to the string of wonton groans โn grunts that left your employerโs throat was far more enjoyable.
This probably wasn't one of your smartest decisions considering the meeting youโre supposed to be in is probably one of high importance. And yeah, this teeny tiny mistake of yours may or may not lead to one of the most bizarre tales of your life but hey, in your defense, you were too fucked-out to think of your future at the time.
Especially with the way your head gets tugged up from the desk so rudely by a fistful of your hair, drool spilling past your wet parted lips, legs shaking, and hips faintly bruised by the edge of the desk youโd been tossed over. How could you think about anything or anyone else whenโ
โโMichi,โ Was all that you could moan out over and over and over again. So stupidly loud too as if you didnโt have a care in the world, โH-Harder, mmphf-, fuuck..โ
Pulling your head back enough to give you the perfect chance to angle your gaze over to meet eyes with him, Yaga greets you with this fucked-out grin and a husked tone, โYouโre too loud,โ Before you can even fathom a reply, two thick fingers are getting shoved into your mouth. โJust begginโ to be caught, huh?โ
Talk about foreshadowingโฆ
Your eyes roll in a mix of annoyance and pleasure, hips pushing back against him just as he presses himself forward. Then you feel his lips meet the crown of your ear and thereโs a slight stutter in his thrusts.
โLift your leg,โ Yaga grunts hotly, to which your left leg pushes up to rest against the desk. โFuck-, just like that,โ He groans, removing the hand from your hair and moving it to your hip.
With your leg propped up against the desk, his cock hits a new angle inside you and even with his fingers pressed right against your tongue, you still manage to choke out a pleasureful whimper. Yagaโs feet shift against the floor a bit and he takes that sound of yours as a sign to keep hitting that spot over and over and over untilโ
His fingers soon fall from your lips and you flop right back down against the desk, one of his pencil holders going scattering to the floor as an arm of yours extends out to grab a hold of the surface's edge. Both of his palms meet your hips and he pins you down into the position youโve found yourself in, drilling into your sopping hole like heโs grown addicted.
That rude plap plap plap! echoes all throughout his office along with each desperate moan that pours from your lips. At this point, neither of you were trying to be quiet anymore.
Before you even realize it, youโre making a filthy mess around his cock, tugging him deeper than before each time he reels his hips back and invoking the deepest groans of your name from his throat. Yaga found himself tossing his head back and the only thing he could focus on was that nasty squelch leaving your cunt.
A rough hand comes down on your ass somewhere throughout your high and you canโt even think anymore. You were too lost in all that felt good and didnโt exactly register the particularly pitched moan that left you until it was much too late.
Yaga could feel himself growing close so he leaned over you a bit, pushing his weight against you and moving a hand to the space on the desk right next to your side. You lift your head a bit, panting heavily, and his lips meet your neck.
Warm wet kisses are peppered all over the side of your neck and you feel him throbbing inside you, aching for release. โHow mad do yโthink the board will be?โ Your boss utters into your skin, โThink theyโd forgive me if I explained why I was sโlate?โ
You grit your teeth for a moment before choking out a response, feeling him smile against your neck as you do so. โI-I think youโd l-lose your-, hnnghโฆ job i-if they knew whatโฆ hah, what you were doinโ.โ You stammer out breathlessly.
โYeahh?โ Yaga rasps, โI think theyโd understand. Especially if I tell โem just how needy my pretty assistantโs been all day.โ He emphasizes with a harsher thrust forward, causing you to choke on your own moan.
โSir,โ You gasp suddenly, eyes fluttering shut.
Your boss lets out a throaty sound, โFuuck, d-donโt do that.โ That simple gasp of yours was all it took for his cock to begin throbbing and aching for release inside you.
He was right there on the edgeโready to bring this quick fuck to an overdue end, shuffle your clothes back on properly, and then go stumbling into that meeting as late as ever. And yet, somewhere throughout the next groan that leaves his dry throat, his office door flies open.
โMr. Yaga, I canโt hold this meeting off any longer, we needโโ You honestly feel bad for the poor woman who had to walk in on the two of you.
The scene laid out before her widened eyes was like something straight out of some cheap porno. Papers and other desk items were splayed out all over the floor surrounding Yagaโs large desk, the two of you were as disheveled and debauched as ever, and the position both of you stood in wasnโt something you could try and pass off as anything aside from what it was.
Not to mention the way you feel Yagaโs cock twitch inside you wildly just as he spills filthy ropes of cum into you. Looking back on this whole thing makes you laugh because it was probably then that you realized the man had some kinda kink for that situation. Yโknow, getting caught.
Earlier you said something about how heโd probably lose his job if the board found out about what the two of you were doing but that couldnโt have been further from the truth.
Nope, instead it was you who lost your job. Obviously, the lady who caught you wasnโt going to keep her discovery to herself and she practically sprinted back to the meeting room just to tell them about you and your boss.
Less than twenty-four hours later and you found yourself jobless.
Being unemployed wasnโt that bad if youโre being completely honest with yourself. Or, it wasnโt too bad for a couple of days. At the time that this all happened, you were living with Yaga. He wasnโt just your boss but he was also a lover of yours.
The relationship was kept very private for reasons concerning your job so when you lost it, you thought that your life would go in a different direction for the better. You and Yaga could openly go on dates, finally work toward the future he claimed to have wanted to build with you, and basically live your life freely.
You were able to live on with that mindset for a wonderful duration ofโฆ three days.
Yeah, three days and then Yaga dumped you and kicked your ass to the curb. For a time, you were devastated about this. He had promised you so many things, treated you with so much love and respect, and cared for you in the ways any decent partner would but, you eventually came to the conclusion that he only did all of that because you worked under him.
The event that caused you to lose your job also put a nasty stain on your previously crisp and meticulously crafted rรฉsumรฉ. Before getting caught having sex with your boss, you wouldโve been a shoo-in for any and all office-related jobs that were hiring.
But after that? You could kiss an easy work-life goodbye.
Youโd been aware of the risk that came with having a romantic relationship with your boss from the moment you and him started to cross those professional lines. Though, you honestly didnโt expect to get caught like that.
That doubt behind your expectations probably blossomed from the lust and romantic clouds that left you blinded for months. Yaga was amazing until he wasnโt. Nothing couldโve prepared you to lose your job, boyfriend, home, and a large piece of your dignity in less than a week.
Since then, you swore to yourself that youโd never allow work and romance to blend. The sex you had with Yaga, whether it be in or out of the office, shouldโve remained as it wasโjust sex. Unfortunately for you, things with him became more than that and you foolishly let your heart get involved with something that could & should have remained strictly lustful.
It was always more than Yaga just being your boss. He was tied with most things that held importance to you, which is exactly why you lost so much so ridiculously fast.
The only positive factor about that entire ordeal is the fact that it happened six years ago.
Youโre an entirely different woman now, as to be expected.
While the stain on your resume made things very difficult for you for a good half of those six years, you werenโt left completely ruined. You managed to get decent jobs here and thereโnot that you ever stayed for long. And no, you werenโt constantly getting fired or anything.
This time around, you were actually learning just how easy it is to wrap men around that perfectly manicured finger of yours. Job after job after job and they all proved to act the same way.
Youโll never forget the way things went with Yaga but, you eventually learned that you were just doing things with him all wrong. You lacked both control and confidence over your life with himโa mistake which youโll never make again.
Today marks the day that you walk into a new company. Itโs a bit genericโyour average supply company but, the pay was enough to spark your interest (among other things).
After a flawless interview, you were hired almost immediately and today was your first day in for training. You lucked up enough to score a decent position and it was from this first day there that you knew youโd find your way to the top in no time. Not to mention the previous owner of your new position had recently been fired so, the company was already looking for someone new & you just so happened to be in search of a new job.
And while you readied yourself for said first day, members of the office youโd be arriving to within the next few minutes were sharing their opinions on the woman whoโd be soon to join them; you.
โIโm calling bullshit,โ Was the first properly formulated opinion on you as a whole, not that you were able to hear it. โShe sounds way too good on paper.โ Gojo Satoru scoffs out to his favorite cubicle of assorted people.
His words earn a laugh or two from those listening, which only encourages him to continue his ranting.
Resting his chin against his palm as he eyes down the moderately distant entrance on the other side of the large office space, Gojo puffs out an impatient sigh, โI mean seriously, her rรฉsumรฉโs almost better than mine! Not to mention,โ His head cocks over toward one of the separated rooms, โShe gets her own office. Do you guys remember how hard I had to work for mine?!โ
A few nods of agreement go out to the complaining finance director but for some reason that doesnโt seem to satisfy him so he turns to his trusted assistant; the unfortunate Ijichi Kiyotakaโa man who almost always has to listen to whatever rambles Gojo spews.
โCan you believe this?โ Gojo asks with a faintly pouted lip and slightly tensed brows, eyeing the stressed assistant standing a few inches away from him.
Ijichi merely shrugs, โYou were made aware of her addition to this company over a week ago, sir. I thought by now youโd have accepted it consideringโโ
A lengthy finger meets Ijichiโs face before he has time to finish his sentence and Gojo turns his head away, โWait, shhh, I think I heard something.โ He interrupts, pushing up on his toes a bit just to get a better look at the steadily approaching figure about to round the distant corner and enter the office.
With that, everyone elseโs head turns to get a look as well but theyโre all quickly disappointed when only the companyโs marketing VP, Higuruma, walks in. The tired-looking man raises a brow at all the attention fixated on him but many quickly play it off with a greeting gesture of a raised hand and wave.
Higuruma waves back, a bit of confusion vexed onto his features considering he doesnโt typically receive that much attention from that side of the office but he shrugs it off after a moment and continues his walk onward.
โDamnit,โ Gojo grumbles, bringing his wrist up to check his flashy Rolex for the time. โShe shouldโve been here by now, no?โ
One of his nearby interns let out a snort, โYโknow, this is the longest Iโve ever seen you outside your office, sir.โ
Moving his hand just to meet eyes with the recently spoken, Gojo quirks a slim brow, โIt is not.โ He breathes out dramatically, trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes heโs been lingering around awaiting your arrival. โA-And even if it isโฆ Color me intrigued, I just want to see if the woman matches all that Iโve heard about her. Itโs not like this is an easy company to get into, soโโ
โ..It wasnโt an easy company for you to get into, maybe,โ Another intern murmurs jokingly, earning some chuckles.
โI heard that,โ Gojo grumbles, โBut my point still stands. Iโm just curious and want to welcome her in.โ
Ijichi clears his throat a bit, tempted to toss in his two cents regarding Gojoโs presence around the main office. His boss pauses again and slowly turns to send his assistant a look, โIs there something youโd like to say, Ijichi?โ
โWell,โ Dropping his dark brown eyes to the floor and moving a nervous hand to awkwardly push his glasses up a bit, Ijichi swallows thickly. โItโs just that you called her joining us โbullshitโ only a few minutes ago, a-and you donโt even think sheโll last long but now you want to welcome her inโฆ?โ
Gojoโs quickly taken back by Ijichiโs mentioning of an earlier comment heโd made out of annoyanceโhaving grumbled something about how youโll only last a week or so before youโre onto the next company or even fired. A couple of whispered agreements are exchanged by different employees, followed by giggles and other murmured comments that point out the inconsistency in Gojoโs attitude toward the newcomer.
Placing his hands on his hips, Gojo tuts, โOkay, yeah, I did say that but can a man not have a change of heart? I havenโt even seen the lady yet. For all I know she could walk in here all shy โn worried about joining us, which will make me feel bad andโโ
Someone clears their throat, โMr. Gojo.โ
โโthen Iโll take back everything I said, welcome her in, act like I havenโt been waiting on her for hours, and pretend to be surprised that sheโs likely just as impressive in person as she is on paper. I was just a bit bothered by the fact thatโโ
โMr. Gojo!โ They whisper-shout this time, finally earning his attention.
Gojo sighs and looks at them for only a moment before that person nods their head over toward the entrance to the office and when the man follows the gesture, all of his word vomiting dies out on his tongue and just about all thoughts go flying out the window.
Many nearby heads turn, just like the first time when Higuruma had entered, except this time around itโs not in vain.
Around the corner comes a woman with her head held high and a determined look fixed firmly onto her featuresโthat woman is you. Ignorant of all the talk about your arrival, you waltz right into the office behind someone by the name of Kusakabe.
The brunette that was leading the way for you was apparently your new assistant, which you thought was a wonderful perk to this job. Heโd been giving you a tour of the building and the two of you had finally reached the floor youโd be predominantly working on.
As your heels go click-clacking across the cool flooring with each step you take, many eyes trail your every movementโonly one pair in particular miraculously earning your gaze.
Kusakabe was explaining the layout of the office to you, telling you about how there were a total of two separate offices, one of them now belonging to you, and that the common space was where everyone else under you worked. As he points and shows you things, your eyes naturally wander elsewhere to get a look at all that heโd yet to explain and you finally notice how much attention is on you.
Heads popped up from a bunch of different cubicles and many were trying to play things off as if they werenโt looking at you but it was still obvious despite the magazines some hid their faces behind. The few people trying to look inconspicuous as they took in your presence sparked a warming smile to spread across your face but thatโs not what really drew you in.
No, what captured your attention was the set of cerulean eyes focused solely on you from across the room. As your gaze met his, an unspoken vestige of tension drafted into the air. The office was huge so there was a great deal of space between where you and him stood but you still felt something upon meeting eyes with him.
Kusakabe soon noticed where your attention had landed and he stepped closer to you only to casually point in the direction you were already focused on, index aiming at the man staring at you, โThat man over there is Gojo Satoru, our financial director.โ
You nod slowly and your lips are steady to part as you reply in a whisper, still holding eyes with the man of current conversation, โI see. Does he stare at everyone like this orโฆ?โ
Your new assistant chuckles and turns his head to look at you, โHonestly? Yes,โ He says lightheartedly.
To which youโre the first to break the little staring contest and return your attention to Kusakabe, โWait, really?โ You gasp slightly, noticing the way the brunette laughs again.
โNo, not seriously but he does do that with new people. Youโll meet him more formally later and see for yourself,โ He explains to you, earning a simple nod of your head in response.
Then, Kusakabe turns to show you into your office and you motion to follow after him once more.
Youโre not sure what, but something tells you to look over to that guy again. Gojo Satoru you repeat mentally as you shoot your eyes over one last time. He was looking away but as soon as you turn, he does too, and another long distant staring contest is held between the two of you before you watch his face twist up a little.
With the cockiest smirk youโve ever seen in your life, and although you canโt hear it from where you are, Gojo lets out a scoff before looking you up and down and then turning awayโquickly disappearing into his nearby office with a slam of his door.
You bat your lashes and your brows are quick to meet in a mix of annoyance and confusion. You havenโt even officially spoken to the man and yet he has this nerve to flash such a displeased look at you? Or was it more a look to flaunt his egoโperhaps something to hide his intimidated demeanor?
Whatever it is, you merely brush it off with a roll of your eyes and turn to follow after Kusakabe.
First day into this place and youโve already managed to leave a sour impression on someone, great.
Inside that office of his, Gojoโs returned to his desk in a fit ofโฆ well, heโs not quite sure what heโs feeling right now.
You havenโt even done anything yet but, without a doubt, Gojo does not like you. Eyes narrowing as his thoughts begin to consume him, all he can replay in his head is the initial image of you rounding that corner behind Kusakabe. Unfortunately for him, youโre gorgeous. Which is an annoyance already because that makes you a distraction for him.
Not to mention the way you hold yourself together, head all high โn mighty with this confidence that bothers something deep within himโsomething he canโt quite put a finger on.
His hands shift to swipe up a pen from his cluttered desk and Gojo begins to twirl the item in between his fingers as he contemplates a few things. Ijichi soon comes sliding into the office quietly, not daring to say a word and disturb Gojoโs focus on whatever thought he's having.
A flashback of your resume, which Gojo only got a glimpse of because he was busy bothering the HR department instead of being productive, comes popping into his head. Absolutely flawless. Hell, he wouldโve hired you instantly too if heโd been your employer. Even after reading over just the first few lines but shit, the perfection behind your rรฉsumรฉ was uncanny.
And above all else, Gojoโs jealous. Heโs been working at this company for almost two years nowโsteadily climbing up, of course, but it still took him a long time to get to where he is right now. Which doesnโt even make sense to him. He went to college with the CEO!
Itโs not like Gojo exactly needs this job, heโs rich. Heโs only here because of that recently mentioned CEO. Gojoโs had money all his life so by the time he reached his late twenties, he found himself bored. He felt like heโd done everything he was meant to do in life except get a proper job.
Which is why heโs here now. This job gave him a challenge, he had to work hard to get hired, work harder to get promoted, and damn near stress himself just to get a conversation or two with that guy he went to college with.
Then thereโs you. You who got to walk in here and have everything served to you on a silver platter right before his very eyes. And you have the nerve to be stunning?
Talk about greedโฆ
The way you had turned and flashed such a warming smile to everyone when you came inโtoo friendly for Gojoโs liking, might he add, all beaming and welcomingโฆ His eyes just roll at the memory of it. It was probably fake, that smile of yours. Fingers crossed and you turn out to be a bad person so he can have a real reason to dislike you.
Shaking his head, Gojo realizes heโs overthinking this whole thing. He doesnโt care about you. You're just some newcomer! Youโll be gone in a weekโthe last chick in your position had only been here for two months before she was gone so he doubts youโll last longer.
Or, thatโs what he tells himself anyway. Because not even two minutes later and heโs standing from his desk and pacing over to his office windows, peeking through the blinds and trying to get the best view of your whereabouts from where he can.
Your office door is now closed so he canโt see anything thatโs going in there but he canโt help but wonder what kinda person you are. The previous marketing director and Gojo didnโt get along too well so maybe thatโs a part of whatever stigma heโs attached to you already. Hence his nebby nature now.
Watching your office door like a hawk from the confines of his own space, Gojoโs got one hand separating the blinds for a good view and the other tightly clasped around a warm cup of coffee. In the midst of sipping on that morning beverage of his, a sudden choke on the liquid alarms the nearby Ijichi, who comes rushing forward as Gojo begins to cough and then point at something.
โSir, are you okay?โ Ijichi asks as he approaches his boss with an abundance of napkins.
Gojo starts shaking his head but doesnโt spare the poor guy any more of a reply before swiping the napkins from Ijichiโs nerved palms, briskly wiping his mouth off, and moving to swing his door open.
Still confused, Ijichi merely follows after Gojo with furrowed brows and ends up walking right into him. At the same time, both men stumble to get a full view of what caused such an abrupt reaction.
โYouโre joking,โ Gojo mutters under his breath, now glaring across the office with an irritated eye twitching in tandem with his emotions. Because not only did Nanami Kentoโthe companyโs CEOโgo out of his way to visit this floor for the first time in weeks but of course heโs only making an appearance to talk to you.
When Gojo first saw the tall blond round that entryway corner, he thought he was just imagining things. But now that heโs stepped out of his office to get a better look, heโs left baffled. Your office door is open and Kusakabe is clearly panicked as he talks to the very intimidating Nanami. Although Gojo canโt quite make out the conversation from where heโs standing, watching you walk out only a few moments later tells him all he needs to know.
Gojoโs eyes follow every movement of yours as Nanami gives you a nod of his head, and clearly tells you to โfollow himโ. Then comes that annoying smile of yours before you so graciously trail behind the man. Without even thinking, Gojo swats his mug back to Ijichi, who barely clutches onto the item, and then his feet begin to move.
Being curious is one thing, nosy is another. Doubting you is one thing, talking shit about you before you even got there is another. And having your position as Marketing Director handed to you is one thing but earning Nanamiโs attention on your first day here is another ordeal entirely.
Just who the hell are you? And why were you gaining all the things Gojoโs wanted since his first day here on your first day?
Gojo makes it halfway across the office just as Nanami disappears behind that corner, heading toward the elevators. You, following closely behind, stop for a second and itโs in that instant that Gojoโs feet pause flat on the floor.
Heโs not sure why heโs stopped so suddenly but he doesnโt get much time to think about it before you turn your head back and look directly at himโalmost as if you knew he left his office just to follow you. The sudden eye contact makes Gojo swallow down this weird feeling in his throat he wasnโt aware existed until now.
You watch the way his eyes narrow at you and, as if to get back at him, you then let your gaze fall downward along his body before rising back up. A natural twitch in the corner of your lips is felt before you mock his earlier expression with an attitude somehow cockier than his was.
Gojo is left visibly offended; brows so frustratedly scrunched up, eyes carrying a level of irritation that almost makes you want to take things a step further and laugh, and hands balled into tight fists at his sides. His lips part ever so slightly and you can tell itโs killing him not to say something right now-, anything, really.
The sound of your name being called from around the corner breaks the tension entirely and he watches the way you flinch a little. Your eyes get a bit wider and whatever mask of confidence you just put on falters for not even half a second before you turn away with a prompt reply of โcoming, sorry!โ and then disappear within the blink of an eye.
Itโs only day one but, without a doubt, Gojo cannot stand you. A feeling of which he highly doubts will ever change.
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เญจเง notes. this has been in my drafts since july cuz ive been procrastinating, hope itโs not too late to post this ๐
โ BACHIRA MEGURUโ LIL SMOKEY
โshit, we making it out the hood with this one yโall ! run the track againโfire flame flow productions ainโt neva miss.โ
you roll your eyes as bachira daps up isagi.
youโve been here for an hour & you can feel your eardrums beginning to rot like dead peaches. bachira raps over a beat you swear youโve heard from lucki, but heโs quick to shush you when you bring it up. you cross tired arms over your chest as the music winds up and bachira starts his verse again.
โpretty bitch, yeah she got me seeinโ stars, like it when i thrust, fuck her all the way to mars,โ
isagi whistles. you contemplate suicide.
โshe think that iโm loyal but i switch my bitch like cars, new whip every day and no iโm not just penning bars !โ
โtype shit !โ isagi calls. you still in your seat. what ?
your chest swells with something akin to rage. you were already exhausted, ears wilting at the boom of the bass. bachiraโs been redoing the same verse for hours, but youโd never paid attention to your boyfriendโs lyrics till now. you march over to the sound panel and shut it down with closed fist.
โbachira meguruโ!โ
โfucking hell, woman ! the fuck did you do that forโ?โ
you march into the booth and slap him silly.
bachira looks back at you with mouth agape and red tinged cheeks. his face is blood drenched and you almost feel guilty but you tighten your chest & straighten your back.
โwhat the hell did you just say, meg ?โ
โwhat are you on aboutโโ
โdonโt play with me right now, meg. word to my mother iโll slap yโ left cheek too. fuck you mean you riding a new bitch every day, huh ?โ
bachira groans, rubbing at his cheek. โgod, those are just lyrics ! you tripping for realโโ
you slap his left cheek.
โyou think youโre future or something ? fucking try me meg. youโre lucky i know you donโt actually have the balls to cheat. change those lyrics. now.โ
bachira mumbles something under his breath before marching to the sound station. a boyish giggle breaks the quiet, and you shoot a glare at yoichi, causing silence to envelope the room once again before bachira revs up the track.
โshe know that iโm loyal cuz i treat her like a star, call me yuki chiba man, โwatashi wa star !โ โ
โ ISAGI YOICHI โ YXNG EGOIST
โyoichi, you were raised in a gated community. you do not have opps.โ
isagi clicks his tongue. the sound is muffled under the wool of his thick balaclava, but you manage to make it out regardless. โyou donโt understand, princess. just keep watch for me, alright ?โ
โyoichi.โ
you heave your third sigh of the evening. you and isagi were at a high end restaurant for a date, but suddenly you wished you were home. youโd been looking forward to having dinner with the busy striker all week, but now that youโre here together with you in a fancy dress while he sports a thick balaclava, you canโt help but feel embarassed.
โyoichi iโm literally begging you to take that off.โ
isagi lifts the chin of his mask to sneak a bite of chicken with his fork. he quickly takes a sip of water before dragging the mask back over his lips, eyes darting from side to side to scope his surroundings. he breathes a relieved sigh. โi think iโm safe for now..โ
โalright, iโm going home.โ
โhuh ? what โ no, babe, iโll take it off, come back !โ
โ NAGI SEISHIRO โ SUGARHILL SEI
โriddle me this, sei. how the fuck your bank account low but your ass getting high ?โ
you and reo stand arms crossed over a faded nagi, his eyes blood tinged & cheeks hot & swollen. his breathing is labored as he fits the blunt to his lips to take yet another drag.
โcuh i ainโ even got time fuh dis forreal. yโall mothafuckas just be bouncinโ on my dick foโ no reason man.โ
โwhat the hell is he saying ?โ
โi think heโs speaking ganglish ?โ
โoh hell no.โ reo snaps his fingers over his head, โi rebuke every spirit of hoodlum in you, bro. what the fuck nagi, is this what youโve come to ?โ
nagi rubs his forehead & for a second he bears an uncanny resemblance to travis scott. โcuh i ainโ evenโโ FWAM !
reo dashes a hot slap to nagiโs cheek. the red handprint glistens against his pale skin & your palms fly to cover your gaping mouth. โreo ! thatโsโthatโs too far !โ
โstay out of this y/n,โ nagi lays limp on the room floor, his eyes rapidly blinking with his mouth agape. โthis is just the beginning. if we donโt correct him now, heโll start dressing like a carti fan before you know it !โ
reo hops unto one foot, aggressively tugging a chancla off the other. he turns to nagi.
โsorry bro, i donโt wanna do this,โ
โcuhโโ
FWAM !
โ SHIDOU RYUSEI โ MR. FREAK
โgyatttttโ
โiโm breaking up with you.โ
โno mami iโm sorryyy,โ shidou drawls playfully, arms circling your hips. he tugs you closer to him so youโre pressed flush against his skin.
โrespectfully asking you to wear these โforbidden tightsโ more often, ma. this recoil is insane.โ he makes a slurping noise and you question your existence.
โryuseiโโ
โboing !โ shidou chuckles to himself as he slaps your ass. the flesh is soft in his palms and heโs about to indulge his intrusive thoughts once again before you slap him with your purse.
โshidou ryusei ! in the public eye ?!โ
โgovernment name is crazyyy.โ
โiโm going home.โ you begin heading towards the exit with a noisy shidou calling after you, โbae come back ! it was just jokes !โ
โ OTOYA EITA โ LILโ FLOCKA
โnah cuz what you know about ken carson for real though.โ
you groan for the third time today. โeita itโs enough.โ
โno babe iโm just sayin,โ he rubs lazy circles along your hip bone, lips pressed lazily against the back of your shoulder, โsince you wanna be lip syncing to unreleased ken, you must know more about him than i do, right ?โ
โoh my fucking god. literally who said that ?โ
โno but you implied it. look at you posting yoself singing with your big oleโ tatas.โ
โeita iโm literally gonna leave you for karasu right now.โ
โnah nah chill itโs just,โ he swipes through your story, clicking his tongue when he notices youโve posted yourself to yet another underground artist, this time thouxanbanfouani. he bites his inner cheek to stop himself from asking you to take your story down.
โyou donโt get him like i do, you feel me ?โ
โcongratulations otoya. the fuck you telling me that for ?โ
โtake your story down.โ
โweโre over.โ
ยฉ โ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload
