Forbidden fruit- Princess!reader x knight!Toji (wc 13k)
your new guard Toji wants you bad. He risks his life for you daily, but then you're promised to another man just as you realize your feelings for him. Can this work out without risking a war between two kingdoms?
Sweet revenge - highschoolbully!Sukuna x revengeseeking!reader (wc 15k)
The last person you expected to see at your new uni was Sukuna, the bully that ruined your life in highschool. Blinded by the need for revenge you start dating him with one goal in mind: Ruin him and get that sweet revenge. Without falling in love
Toji Zenin x servant!reader- angsty oneshot (wc 1.6k)
Toji is your only real friend in the Zenin estate. Yet watching him struggle as the black sheep of the family breaks your heart. (Prequell to a fic I'm working on!)
Sk8ter boy- skaterboy!ino x shy nerdy!reader (wc 6k)
Ino has been in love with you ever since he first saw you in class. Hopelessly so. But as Valentine's day comes around a stupid argument with Hakari pushes him to finally ask you out and take you on a date neither of you would ever forget. (Part of the valentine's collab with @sixxels!)
Between the lines- fratprincess!reader x outsider!nanami (wc 13k)
Kento doesn't like those parties he's being dragged to.But one drunken kiss with the fratprincess herself changes everything for both of you. too bad he's convinced you' re with Gojo
Guitarists finger faster - guitarist!Choso x journalist!reader (wc 12k)
Choso has it all. Fans, career, a band, drugs- everything he could dream of. And when he first fucks you, he realizes he might be in heaven. Too bad you're using him for that perfect cover story.
summary: Nanami Kento doesn't even like parties. Why should he, it's loud, unorganized and irresponsible. Still, he finds himself attending each and every event in the hopes of catching your attention. Geto's sister. Frat princess. Totally off limits.
cw: alcohol abuse, hard drugs, non consensual touching, mentions of violence, substance abuse, miscommunication, YEARNING, oral (m receiving), p in v, pussydrunk Nanami, unprotected sex
wc:13k
divider by @cursed-carmine
The heavy smell of alcohol and smoke lingered over the messy living room of the frathouse. Amidst the chaos of a dying party there was the faint light of a half burned out lamp, illuminating the old couch in the back corner.
Choso was sprawled out on the dirty material, his upper body hanging off the edge, strands of his dark hair dangling in a puddle of beer someone had spilled on the old hardwood floor. He was staring up at the ceiling, watching the broken light flicker as he exhaled the smoke he had held inside his mouth, a cloud forming.
Not far away Sukuna was making out with some girl, slowly dragging her in the direction of the room he had dragged dozens of girls off before. Geto and Gojo were just heading upstairs, Suguru having to steady his best friend, the white haired guy heavily swaying in his tracks. There was no trace of Toji or Higuruma, they had probably ran off the second the music had quieted down.
The only one still by his senses was Nanami. The blonde man was sitting on one of the mismatched chairs, watching you rant about something so insignificant, it was almost endearing. His glasses were discarded to one of the countertops between empty red plastic cups and half emptied beer bottles, his usually perfectly groomed dress shirt half unbuttoned and stained with what seemed like spills of liquor. It was nearing 5 am, hints of a sunset visible through the fogged up windows. His calloused hand was resting on your thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles on the material of your jeans as you continued to rant on about how fascinating jellyfishes were.
Nanami was always lazy, laid back drunk. He seemed to be uptight all the time, except when under the influence. Meanwhile you were hyperactive, random facts babbling drunk. It was adorable.
"Did you know that some jellyfish species are biologically immortal and can theoretically live forever by reverting back to their polyp stage if injured or stressed?" you looked at Nanami with those excited big eyes, dramatically throwing your hands up. "Jellyfish are so dope. I wish I was a jellyfish. No thoughts, no complicated feelings, just existing in the sea!"
Kento scoffed in amusement, one hand coming up to ruffle your already messy hair gently. "why would you want to live in the ocean? You´re scared of fish"
"shit, you´re right"
"always am"
"oh, shut up, Kento"
"sorry, Jellyfish girl"
A rare smile grazed the corners of his mouth as you frowned, rolling your eyes dramatically.
"You´re no fun"
"I can be very much fun" and with that his lips had closed the gap between you.
༘*
"Yo. Yo. Yo, you asleep?", Gojo´s annoying voice dragged you back into reality. You blinked slowly, shaking your head. You were in his dorm, trying to help him understand yet another Chemistry topic. You were in his room. Not at that party. Not with him.
"Fuck off, Toru. It´s not my fault you´re failing chemistry again" you sat up straighter, flicking through the pages of the schoolbook on the floor.
Gojo let out a surprised laugh, lighting the cigarette he had fished from the pocket of his worn out blue jeans.
"Well someone´s in a mood today, huh? Is it still because of Mister busy Business man?", he teased, taking a lazy drag from the cigarette, closing his blue eyes as the nicotine hit.
You groaned, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him.
"I already told you, it´s nothing. And stop calling him that. He might hear you", you added in a quiet voice, glancing around the room like Nanami might just appear out of Gojo´s closet.
Satoru chuckled, catching the pillow mid air and sending it back with equal force.
"Just saying. I touched a nerve, huh?"
"Do you want me to help you or not?"
"Okay sorry, sorry. Jesus christ, woman"
Gojo rolled his eyes, flopping back onto his bed, feet landing on your lap.
"So, you see, these things are called molecules, right? And the special thing about them is-"
The door flew open with far more force than necessary. Sukuna. All muscle and tattoos stood in the doorway, his pink hair messily combed back.
"Yo, Gojo. Geto needs help in the kitchen. You should check up on him"
The way Gojo basically flew up told you he probably paid Sukuna to come in, yet you didn´t mind, watching the two men quickly hurry off towards the kitchen. You closed the chemistry book, stretching.
You had come here in your favorite top, more makeup than necessary on your face. Why? Because some foolish part of you had hoped to see him here. Kento Nanami.
You had never thought of him like that.
Sure, he had always been there, but ever since that evening he was suddenly everywhere. He consumed every thought you had, everything you saw. Every time a blonde guy crossed your path on campus you had to double check if it was him. Although you knew it wasn´t.
༘*
Nanami Kento was haunted. Haunted by a pair of big eyes staring up at him in the dim light of the setting sun through those dirty windows. Haunted by the soft but lingering brush of his lips against yours. By the way you had whispered his name when he pulled away.
He was a man driven by facts, not emotion. And fact was, nothing could ever happen between the two of you. You were Geto´s sister after all. Totally forbidden. Totally off limits. Not officially, of course. Geto would´ve never expected for someone in the friend group to want you. Except for Sukuna and Toji of course, but they were a different breed anyways.
The papers and books on his mahogany table were put into neat piles surrounding his laptop where he was currently revising the notes from last lesson- or at least trying to. He had been staring at a blank page for the past 7 minutes and 3 seconds.
Kento buried his face in his hands with a tired groan. He couldn´t work like this, not when every time he blinked a pair of doe eyes looked up at him. No, he couldn´t.
Nanami leaned back, his chair rolling against his bed. Just as he was about to get up and go to get some fresh air his phone buzzed. Toji. The blonde guy reluctantly picked it up, answering in a gruff tone.
"Yes?"
"Kento, dude! This is huge! The fraud baby started babbling. Listen, you know your way around with kids, right? Can you come here and make sure his first words are not mom? That´d be kinda offensive, don´t ya think? Come over dude, Sukuna´s already here"
Nanami didn´t get a chance to really say anything before Toji had hung up on him again.
"That idiot", Kento grumbled under his breath while already getting up, reaching for his trenchcoat which was folded on top of his other laundry.
Raising Toji´s son, Megumi, was a group experiment to be honest. Toji had knocked up the boy´s mother in highschool, yet she had abandoned them, so now the future of the child was everybody´s business. Gojo had taught him how to walk, while Sukuna always styled his hair into spikes so he´d look less like Toji.
The door to Toji´s dorm was wide open by the time Nanami arrived at the other building. Gojo was already standing in front of the toddler with his phone pointed at him, chanting something along the lines of "Speak your truth, little man!"
Nanami groaned quietly as he made his way over to Toji, eyeing the stupid grin on the man´s face.
"Psst. It´s happening!", Toji shushed, making Nanami roll his eyes. Sukuna was kneeling on eyelevel with the kid, watching him in anticipation.
"Ma-", Megumi started, yet a sharp gasp cut him off.
"Is he about to say Mama?"
"He doesn´t even have a mom, you dumb fuck!"
"Ma-"
"No, it´s Pa-"
"Mahoraga"
The whole room fell silent. Megumi was glaring up at them, proud grin on his face.
"Mahoraga!", he repeated confidently, raising his little arms up.
"Hell yes! Mahoraga it is"
Gojo was the first one to break the silence as he lifted Megumi up, spinning him around.
"Our little man just said his first words!"
The room erupted in cheers while Nanami allowed a rare smile to touch his face when suddenly the door flew open.
༘*
You were late. You always were, of course. So it wasn´t really a surprise to see that you had already missed Megumi´s first words. The part that did surprise you was that Nanami was there.
He wasn´t really a huge fan of all those little gatherings, especially if Toji or Sukuna were going to be there. Yet there he was, in his favorite trenchcoat, hair slightly messy, hazel eyes burning into your soul in a way that made you want to both run straight into his arms but also just disappear into the floor.
The staring could´ve gone on forever, you could tell in the way his adam´s apple bobbed as his eyes darted to the floor for a split second. If it wasn´t for Gojo you probably would´ve stared forever.
"Heyy, there you are! Do you happen to know what a Mahoraga is? Is that like one of your Biology thingies?"
"A Mahoraga? Nah, never heard of it" a soft grin touched your lips as you looked past him, seeing Nanami put on his coat, saying something to Toji.
He was leaving. Your heart dropped. Was it because of you? It couldn´t be, right? But the way Toji´s gaze wavered over to you as Kento spoke made your heart clench. It was because of you.
"Excuse me", Nanami mumbled as he pushed past you, his arm brushing against yours before he slammed the door close with a little more force than necessary.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, whistling quietly. "Now that was quite the exit, huh?", he muttered under his breath, placing a hand on your back as he lead you to the room where the rest of the group was.
"By the way, you coming to the mixer this Sunday? It´ll be huge, I promise. Choso is getting that shit imported again and Shoko, didn´t you say something about some new guy?"
Shoko nodded eagerly, getting up from manspreading on the couch, finally letting Sukuna sit down.
"Yeah, my cousin from Kyoto is transferring because of some legal trouble, I heard. I think he broke some student´s nose or somethin like that. Any of you ladies interested?", she added teasingly, earning an almost disgusted scoff from Utahime who had been sitting quietly up till that moment.
You couldn´t pay attention to what they were saying. Not when Nanami had looked at you like that. Not when he left because of you. That shit hurt more than you wanted to admit.
༘*
Next Sunday came faster than you had expected and before you knew it you were in Shoko´s bathroom, glitter on the floor as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, reapplying lipliner, early 2000s music playing from the small speaker in the background while Shoko did her eyeliner with deadly precision. The door swung open, Utahime coming back in from changing.
You whistled, looking up from your small mirror, eyes taking her in. "Looking good, babe", you said with a teasing grin, watching a slight look of embarrasment cross Utahime´s face as she rolled her eyes.
"Straight up delicious", Shoko confirmed, making some place at the sink so Utahime could adjust her hair.
"I wanna get blackout drunk tonight", you announced, putting the lipliner back into your small bag. "Yuki already reserved some of Choso´s stuff for me, you guys in?"
Utahime quickly shook her head, while Ieri grinned at the mention of Yuki.
"Absolutely in" she threw her eyeliner into some drawer that stalled all her makeup before straightening up.
"Ladies, tonight´s the night" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up
༘*
The sounds of the party were already all around before you even entered the building. Loud music filled the nightly air, some girl crying on the staircase, people taking pictures in front of the location.
Once inside the mood shifted from hyped to absolutely borderline high. Choso was on his couch as always, smoking a blunt that didn´t even look remotely legal. Sukuna was already dancing with some girl, his hands all over her body. Satoru was swaying on top of a table, a bottle of beer in his hand, his shirt half unbuttoned already. But he was nowhere to be seen.
Shoko ran off towards Yuki pretty much immediately, while Utahime lingered around you before also walking over to Shoko who was eagerly talking to some tall guy that looked a lot like her in some way.
You made your way through the crowd, pushing some already drunk people aside until you finally reached Toji who greeted you with his signature grin, scarred lip crinkling.
"Who´s watching Meg today?", you asked, snatching the beer bottle from his hand, taking a sip. Maybe that´s were Nanami was.
"I payed Shiu to do it. Fucking asshole doesn´t do anything for free", Toji complained, rolling his eyes as he lit the cigarette he had just pulled from his pants pocket.
"Why, you missing someone?", he added with a teasing smirk, inhaling a deep drag from the Cigarette.
"Shut it, Zenin. Just worried about the kid"
You emptied the bottle, setting it aside, eyes scanning over the room. Maybe he hadn´t come. Maybe you wouldn´t see him tonight. You didn´t know if you were relieved or disappointed. The skirt you wore felt too slutty all of a sudden, the top too tight.
No. Tonight wasn´t about Nanami. It was about getting drunk and forgetting everything about that godforsaken kiss.
And it worked. You downed drinks like your life depended on it, you danced with Shoko and Yuki, making fun of Utahime who hadn´t left the side of Shoko´s cousin since they started talking, earning angry gazes from her. Everything was blurry as you sat on the edge of Choso´s couch, smoking something that tasted like bad decisions and regret, one of your heels on discarded on the floor, Choso´s hand playing with your hair while he took the blunt from you again.
This felt safe. Familiar, no matter how wrong it actually was. A tall, broody figure sank onto the couch next to you, elbow landing on your upper thigh as he grabbed the blunt next. Toji.
"Not hooking up with someone tonight?" you asked, voice lazy as you exhaled the heavy smoke. Toji grunted in response, running a calloused hand over his face.
"Nah, not tonight"
"Who are you and what did you do to our ji?", Choso mumbled, earning a punch from Toji.
You just chuckled, shaking your head when suddenly something golden caught your eye. A blonde haired man stood in the doorway, back turned towards the couch, shoulders tense.
He was here
You forgot how to breathe for a second, your legs moving on their own, pushing off the couch, making your way over to him. Just as you were about to tap his shoulder the man turned around, giving you an amused look.
Oh. It wasn´t him. It was just some random blonde dude. "Shit, sorry. I thought you were someone else", you muttered, suddenly feeling a hand on your waist.
"Oh, it´s alright. What´s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?", the stranger drawled, the smell of alcohol hitting your face as he leaned closer to you. Too close.
"I was actually just about to go to my friends. If you don´t mind", you carefully tried pushing his hand away from your body, yet his grip only seemed to tighten as he pulled you closer suddenly.
"But I can keep you company as well, baby. How about we get out of here?" You had to actually lean back to keep some distance between your faces, panic rising in your gut.
"Back the fuck off", you gritted out, the guy´s face darkening, his fingers digging into your sides almost painfully when suddenly-
There was a thud and next thing you knew the guy was on the floor, baffled expression on his face as he stared at the man that had punched him. You followed his gaze, your eyes widening. Nanami Kento.
"She said back off, you fucking creep", Nanami spat, flexing his fist slightly, his knuckles bloody. "Now get out of here or I´ll make you"
The perv scrambled up, mumbling something along the lines of "fucking psycho" as he hurried off, leaving you and Nanami alone.
You didn´t dare to look up at him at first. You felt humiliated, cheeks burning, even tough he probably couldn´t see it in the dim party light.
"Are you alright?", he finally broke the silence, his tone still uptight as always, yet there was a hint of concern behind his words that caught you more off guard than you would´ve expected.
"I- um- yes, thank you" you stuttered out, still overwhelmed with the situation. He was actually there. Right in front of you.
"No need to thank me. Just making sure you´re okay" his voice was low, gravelly as his hand brushed against your shoulder almost carefully, leading you towards the kitchen. You barely even registered it, your mind clouded as the alcohol and weed were slowly starting to catch up. Everything was spinning, voices in the background fading into a single murmur that was his voice.
"God, you can barely stand" he muttered under his breath, catching your wrist as you stumbled in the kitchen, lazy grin spreading on your face.
"You know, y´sound sooo hot. so fuckin hot" you slurred out, tilting your head. The last thing you saw before everything went black was his face, concern etched into the perfectly sculpted lines.
༘*
Your head hurt before you even opened your eyes. Your limbs felt heavy, like you were ran over by something. Your eyes finally opened as you stretched with a groan, taking in your surrounding.
Fuck.
That wasn´t your dorm.
Panic immediately started to rise as you lifted the sheets, checking if you were dressed. You wore some boxer shorts that definitely didn´t belong to you, a shirt covering your upper body. One that seemed weirdly familiar. The room was still pretty dark, the blinds only half opened. Next to the bed was a table, papers neatly folded on it. Almost too neatly for a college student´s room. Had you hooked up with some older guy? Why couldn´t you remember anything?
Getting up you noticed a schedule hanging by the bed. So it was a college student after all. Huh. The second you opened the bedroom door, the smell of waffles hit you. For a second you felt like a cartoon figure levitating towards the delicious scent.
The kitchen was just as perfectly clean as the bedroom, a figure at the stove, his back turned towards you.
"Um, hey?", you tried, stopping in the doorway. The guy in front of you stilled, turning to look at you.
Nanami.
Your eyes widened as you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
"Kento? How- did we-?"
"No.", he cut you off, almost too fast. "You passed out during the party so I took you here. How´s your head?", he added, fully turning around. Fuck. He was shirtless.
You swallowed hard, trying your best to keep your gaze from drifting south to his sinfully low hanging sweatpants, a hint of a blonde happy trail leading beneath the grey material.
"I´m- my head´s fine, thanks. And also thank you. For letting me crash here", you managed to stutter out, earning an almost amused look from him.
Kento reached behind him, reaching you a mug with hot tea inside it.
"You should drink that. I think you´ll be hungover for a while" You could´ve sworn he smiled. It was brief, more so just a flicker of his mouth, but it was there.
"Sure, yeah. Is my stuff here anywhere? I should probably text Shoko that I´m here" you took the mug from his hands, taking a testing sip from the liquid inside. It was a apple and cinnamon tea, your favorite.
"Of course. Your bag is on the couch" he nodded towards the leather couch in the corner of his room, your black clutch resting on top of a pillow.
You nodded, making your way over, fishing your phone from the small bag. Even before you unlocked it you saw dozens of messages in the groupchat, three missed calls from Utahime and a single meme Gojo sent you.
You quickly scrolled through the groupchat, the messages mainly consisted on Shoko and Yuki arguing on where Utahime was and Choso informing everyone that he saw you leaving with Kento.
Utahime was the one to really blow up your phone, over twenty messages on how she might´ve accidentally hooked up with Shoko´s cousin and how guilty she felt and if she should tell Shoko but also how much she liked him now.
A small chuckle escaped you as you quickly texted her to call you later before you put your phone back into your bag, turning towards Nanami. He had set his table, keeping enough distance space between the plates as he put some waffles onto a plate, like a silent invitation.
"Stay for breakfast", he finally said, looking over at you. "I´d be a horrible host if I didn´t at least give you some food."
Now that was an offer you couldn´t deny.
༘*
You´d simply be the death of him.
He watched you from the corner of my eye, seeing the way you absolutely devoured these waffles like they were the best thing you´d ever had, some syrup dripping from your chin. He knew it wouldn´t take long until you started asking questions, until she started remembering what happened that very night.
The one night he had let his guard down. The night he had kissed you.
He still had a hard time believing it had happened. But the drinks Toji had handed him were never any good, he should´ve known that. And now he had to deal with the consequences of tasting your cola lipgloss on his mouth.
You finally looked up from her plate, big doe eyes finding his in a questioning way.
"So, about what happened at that party-"
"It´s not worth mentioning", he interrupted quickly, voice stern.
You blinked slowly, confusion on your face. "I meant yesterday. I just wanted to thank you again"
Oh. Fuck. Kento ran a hand over his face, sighing.
"Right. Don´t worry about it"
You sighed, swallowing the last bit of your waffle.
"And about that other party-"
Suddenly the door flew open with such fevor both of you flinched.
Satoru Gojo, messy white hair hanging into his face, the spare key Nanami regretted ever giving him in his hand.
"Well, if it isn´t my favorite Busy busniness man. What you up to, Kenny?", he called from the entryway, tossing his jacket onto a bench carelessly, strutting into the kitchen.
"Are those waffles I´m smelling? Oh, hey- Wait, why are you here?" his blue eyes widened as he tried processing the sight of you at Nanami´s table wearing his friend´s clothes.
"It´s not what it looks like!", you quickly protested, shaking your head.
"I was blackout drunk yesterday and he let me stay here"
Gojo chuckled, snatching a waffle from one of the plates.
"So you did get to sleep with him after all?", that crooked grin on his face made you want to punch him, a sneer escaping him as he saw the way your cheeks reddened.
"Satoru, what are you doing here?"; Nanami finally chimed in, getting up from his chair. You could´ve sworn there was some redness in his neck.
Gojo leaned against the counter, yawning. "Just checking up on you, Besides I need help with some homework. And since I couldn´t find her anywhere", one long finger was pointed at you, "I decided to check up on my other favorite mastermind. Didn´t expect to find the both of you here though."
༘*
You walked back to the frat building with Gojo in silence. Nanami had lended you some of his clothes while you walked in Gojo´s way too big designer sneakers. The gentleman he was he strode behind you, barefoot, your heels in one hand, energy drink in the other.
It was quiet, the only sound coming from the birds around.
Finally Gojo cleared his throat, tossing the now empty can away into the direction of some overspilling trashcan. "So, are you gonna tell me how the hell you ended up in our businessman´s bed? You sure ya´ll didn´t like, you know, fuck?", he suggested, lazy grin lingering on his face while you groaned, punching his shoulder.
"I got drunk. Some guy tried touching me. Nanami stopped him and then I blacked out in the kitchen. Next thing I know I wake up in his bed. Get your mind out the gutter, Toru"
Satoru just raised an eyebrow, like he wasn´t really buying your story, yet luckily you reached the frathouse, a very upset looking Utahime right by the door. Right. The thing with Shoko´s cousin.
"Thanks", you muttered, grabbing your shoes from Satoru, kicking off his sneakers before hurrying over to the dark haired girl, relief washing over her scarred face as she caught glimpse of you.
"Thank god", she exhaled, grabbing your hand as you walked to your room, ignoring a very shirtless Toji lounging on the couch, Megumi on his lap. Your room was dimly lit, smelling like cinnamon and peaches, piles of clothes on the floor, some books scattered around.
"So you´re freshly fucked?", you sat down on your bed, tilting your head as heat rushed into Iorie´s face, she was clearly flustered.
"Don´t say that! But yeah, I guess so" she slumped down, sitting on your fluffy carpet, back to the closet. "I feel so guilty. What if Shoko finds out? What if she wont approve or do something-"
"Stop.", you cut her off, tossing a red pillow her way. "Breathe. Now tell me what exactly happened, alright?"
Utahime caught the pillow, nodding as she sat straight up.
"We met at that party and at first I thought he was like really weird. Weird but tall. And then he started talking someting about Manga and next thing I know we´re making out in the bathroom. He took me to the hotel he´s staying and we fu- no, made love. Yes. And then I woke up and left because I panicked. I´ve been ignoring him since then. God- what am I supposed to do now?", she groaned, burying her face in the pillow.
You let out a surprised laugh, shaking your head. "Damn, Hime, didn´t take you for someone who does casual one night stands."
"That´s cause I don´t! God, you don´t get it, do you?" Iorie´s eyes darted around the room before finally stopping on your rather.. unusual attire at that very moment, Nanami´s large shirt hanging loosely off your right shoulder.
A loud gasp escaped her as she pointed a finger at you, mouth wide open.
"You slept with Nanami?"
"No, I swear, it´s not like that!"
"You´re wearing his shirt. So that´s why you just disappeared yesterday!"
"Iorie, I swear, I didn´t fuck Kento. Look, it´s just a silly crush, it´s not like I´d actually date him or anything. He´s not even my type"
Suddenly there was a firm knock at the door before it fell open.
Nanami.
His sharp jaw was clenched, glasses low on his nose, eyes looking anywhere but at you.
"You left these at my place" in his hand was a little plastic bag, some of the leftover waffles in them. The ones you had wanted to take with you.
You swallowed hard, getting up. Fuck. Did he hear what you had just said?'
"I, um.. thanks" you hesitantly took the bag from his hands, your fingers accidentally brushing his. He inhaled sharply, taking a step back. After casting another glance across your room he ave you a short nod and left again.
Your mind was reeling. Did he come all the way here just to give you some leftover waffles? Really? You had known him for years, seen him with a few girls from time to time, but he never went to the frathouse voluntarily. Only when it was really urgent, like that one time Gojo got too drunk and managed to get his head stuck in the kitchen sink, or when little Megumi had thrown up the cupcakes Gojo had given him all over the community couch, or when Sukuna and Gojo broke the door, trying to figure out who could slam it louder.
Not for waffles.
You stood frozen at your door for a few seconds, heart racing when Utahime chuckled behind you.
"Oh, he definitely heard that"
"Shut up, Hime. He didn´t"
"He looked like a kicked puppy. Of course he heard. And also, it´s not like that, huh?"
God, you were so not in the mood for her teasing right now. You turned around, fingers clenched around that plastic bag, frown sitting on your lips.
"I fucked up, didn´t I?"
༘*
Nanami stood in front of your door for a few seconds, contemplating whether he should go back and confront you or just drop it. But it's not like it mattered. You said it yourself, you'd never date him.
His shoulders slumped slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. There were worlds between the two of you anyway. You were frat royalty, always sitting with Gojo and Sukuna, boys and girls swooning over you. You hooked up with people. Your presence was loud. You could get anyone you wanted. And him? He was just some business student who coincidentally was friends with Gojo. He didn't even like those parties. He attended each and every one of them in the hopes of your gaze catching his, even if it's just for a second.
"Yo, Kenny, dude! What're you doing here at this hour?", a shiteating grin spread across Gojo's face as he waved over to Nanami. Great. Exactly who he had wanted to see right now.
"I just dropped something off", he grumbled back, voice gruff as he looked over at Satoru. They had met in elementary school where Kento would always stand up for Satoru when classmates picked on him. In highschool things shifted and those same girls that used to bully him were suddenly swooning over the whitehaired boy. Yet he still stook to Kento. They went to parties together- or rather, Gojo dragged his friend along.
His image of the "Dad of the friendgroup" formed around that time. And even now, in college Satoru still wouldn't let Nanami catch a break. Kento silently cursed him for ever introducing him to you.
"Yeahhh, sure. Nanami Kento coming here just to drop off something? Please, I'm not that dumb. Spit it out, blondie. You're here because of her, aren't ya?" Gojo drawled, making Nanami regret ever defending him in elementary.
"It's none of your business, you know? Maybe I just wanted to make sure Toji didn't try selling Megumi on Ebay again", he gave back coldly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
"He didn't, we made him delete the app after last time." Gojo sighed heavily, like the denial of information was physically hurting him. "Alright blondie. But if ya ever need a wingman, hit me up. Just sayin. I know her reeaally well" He winked at Nanami before finally walking off, leaving a pit in Kento's stomach. Really well? What was that supposed to mean?
Sure, Gojo slept with a ton of women. But you? Kento had never seen that coming. It had always felt like Gojo would rather fuck Suguru than you.
Maybe he was just leaning into it too much. Yet as he was leaving the frathouse a few minutes later, he couldn't help but glance back at your window once more, part of him hoping to see your silhouette, your eyes or anything. But he was met with nothing but the posterclad walls of your room.
༘*
You overslept the next day. Classic. You woke up to the sound of some girl leaving Sukuna's room with him already long gone. After casting a glance at the clock on your phone you immediately scrambled up, grabbing the first books you could find on your floor and putting them into your way too small shoulderbag. You put your hair in a messy updo and after putting on some clothes and lipgloss you stormed out of the frathouse, tossing a pillow at a sleeping Toji on your way out.
After a five minute walk you reached the University campus. Class had already started long ago, yet you knew better than to just skip the entire thing. Earning a very disapproving glance from Professor Yaga you slid into your seat next to Yuki. There was only half an hour left until the lecture would end. Who liked economics class anyway?
You only attended for one reason. Your eyes roamed the classroom before lingering on Nanami's broad back a few rows in front of you. His blonde hair was as styled as always, he was wearing one of his beige quarterzips, a coffee on his desk.
Before that one party you had never attended this class. But ever since really noticing Kento- you were using every opportunity you could to see him, even if it meant you had to listen to Professor Masamichi Yaga talk about the most boring stuff you'd ever witnessed.
"You eyeing up blondie again?", Yuki whispered next to you, earning a scowl from your side.
"What, can't I enjoy the view? Dont't act like you aren't staring at Shoko's ass", you shot back, successfully shutting her up- for now.
As you stared at Nanami like some creep, rolling your pen between your lips absentmindedly.
A repeated mention of your name ripped you out of your trance. Professor Yaga was looking at you expectantly, some other people also glancing your direction now.
An awkward chuckle escaped you as you cleared your throat. "Sorry, could you repeat that?", you asked, batting your long lashes.
The older man just rolled his eyes.
"Your homework, Miss. Did you do it?", he repeated, gruff voice lacking the usual patience.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "No, I forgot. Sorry, sir."
Yaga just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose disapprovingly.
"Of course", he muttered quietly, sighing like just having this conversation was draining to him.
"You'll be failing this class if you don't start paying attetion already. Miss Yuki, help your friend out, would you?"
Yuki grumbled something under her breath while you just rolled your eyes, starting to doodle some little hearts all over your notes. As if. Yuki didn't understand shit herself.
Once the lecture finally concluded Yuki and Shoko pulled you towards the cafeteria. Gojo, your brother and some of the other frat guys were at your usual table. Sukuna was throwing pieces of bread at Toji's wide open mouth, cracking up whenever the mountain of a man didn't catch them.
A small smile grazed your lips when Gojo started waving at you almost aggressively, jumping up from his seat to make his way over to you.
"No way. Am I imagining things or did you just walk out of Yaga's class?", he fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart, earning a scoff from you.
"Oh, shut it, Toru. I'm gonna fail if I don't go, that's all", you grumbled back to which Satoru just raised his eyebrows.
"You sure?", he leaned in close, his lips inches from the shell of your ear. "Because from what I've gathered you only started going there after you hung out with blondie at that party not long ago."
Nanami was tired, exhausted even. He had barely gotten any sleep all night, vivid memories of your delicate skin, your astonishingly beautiful smile haunting him in the sweetest way possible while he rolled from one side to the other, wishing for it to stop.
Now, listening to Yu Haibara rant about how rude that Naoya guy from geography allegedly was, he made his way towards the campus cafeteria. Sure, food absolutely sucked there, but it was affordable enough for no one to care.
"I'm telling you, he's a misogynistic bum!", Haibara exclaimed, pushing open the big door.
Nanami just sighed, averting his gaze from his best friend just to be met with the sight of Gojo all but towering over you, his mouth far too close to your face to seem accidental. And then there was that achingly sweet blush that had crept onto your cheeks as you glanced down, mumbling something he couldn't quite make out from afar.
"It's not like that. He obviously doesn't even want me. I mean, have you seen him? He's like so put together and everything. I'd just ruin that for him", you mumbled back to Gojo when you suddenly saw Nanami and Haibara come in. Fuck.
Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he have to look so devastatingly handsome?
Those sinfully hot glasses low on the sharp bridge of his nose, sharp jawline seemingly cutting through the space between you, those caramel brown orbs meeting yours briefly before flicking back to Haibara who was already waving in your and Gojo's direction.
Nanami was quiet as he came up to you with Yu, avoiding your glance best he could. Your words were still ringing in his head. Not even your type his ass.
Your eyes lingered on his muscular figure just a little longer, remembering how he looked the morning after that one party, the way his muscles had been illuminated by the morning glow so beautyfully that it had robbed your breath for a while.
"Well if it isn't my man Kenny!", Gojo exclaimed, throwing an arm around Nanami's tense shoulder. "You know what, you and Yu should absolutely come to our party this friday. Frathouse, eleven pm, got it? And wear something hooot"
The white haired man winked at Haibara who nodded along eagerly while Nanami just rolled his eyes.
"I'll be busy", he stated simply, adjusting his slightly rolled up sleeves, veins flexing on his surprisingly toned forearms.
Gojo frowned, rolling his azure eyes.
"Come onnn. I promise there'll be lots of smoking hot chicks there. And when I say hot, I mean vulcanic level hot", he added, throwing a not so sly glance in your direction. What should've been him trying to get Nanami to look at you turned oh so wrong.
Kento just raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "I'll think about it", he grumbled, a pit forming in his stomach as Gojo kept glancing over at you. Great. Could that bastard make it any more obvious he wanted you?
"You better", Gojo called as Nanami followed Haibara to sit down by Shoko and the others.
Satoru, completely oblivious to the thoughts running through Kento's head, turned around, holding up a thumbs-up with that shiteating grin of his plastered all over his face.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, still the feeling of a small victory lingered. He was going to be at the party. Probably. Hopefully.
༘*
Nanami was running late. For the first time since third grade, he was actually anxious of missing an event, immense pressure on his broad shoulders as he rushed over campus. The party had started long ago, the first stories filling his instagram feed, pictures of you posing with Shoko and Utahime. Just the sight of you in that short dress had been enough to make his pants tighten gradually.
There was no way he'd miss this.
Haibara had just texted him from the function, asking to get some snacks in case he needed to sober up later. So despite his initial hurry Kento was forced to stop by at the small bakery not far from the frathouse.
It was a small, cozy place, only a few pastries left on the counters.
The words "We're closing", welcomed Nanami when he came in, a small frown tugging at his lips.
"Please, I just need a few things", he pled as the woman behind the counter turned around. She wasd frozen for a second, brown eyes widening at the sight of the tall, muscly man in front of her.
"Yes- I mean, make it quick. Please", she added hastily, a relieved sigh leaving Nanami.
"Thank you", he said, quickly placing his order.
The woman stuffed the pastries into one of those paper bags with the bakery's logo printed all over, folding it close neatly.
"May I get your name?", she asked as she handed it over to him.
"Kento. Kento Nanami", he quickly introduced himself, giving her a small bow.
The woman gave him a small wave as she watched him leave, already opening instagram and typing in his name. Bingo.
༘*
You felt alive. Alcohol in your system, adrenaline rushing through your veins, music booming so loud the beat was becoming a second pulse.
Despite the dancing people around you, the men throwing you dirty looks and the women casually flirting with you, your gaze never really left the door. Where was he?
Nanami was supposed to be here, Gojo had promised you that. Did he lie?
Speak of the devil.
Satoru tumbled towards you, face paler than usual, his blue pupils blown wide.
"Geto", he slurred out your last name, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, tugging you closer. "Can we leave? I hafta tell you something"
You raised an eyebrow, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder into which he gladly leaned, his eyes fluttering close for a second.
"Yeah, come on. Let's go upstairs", you muttered, carefully leading him over the stairs, careful to prevent him from tripping.
You knew it was serious. Because Satoru Gojo does not leave parties early. Ever.
The way to his room was pure muscle memory, you twisted the doorknob slightly to the opposite direction of its intended circle and opened the door, letting him stumble inside and sink onto his bed.
"So, what's up? Some chick dump you?", you finally questioned, sitting down next to him on the bed, grabbing one of his shirts from the floor to put it on over the tiny excuse of a dress you wore.
"I think I like dudes", he suddenly blurted out.
You froze. The world seemed to freeze.
"You what?"
"I like men. Especially black haired ones. Especially Suguru", he muttered, facepalming himself.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"Are you saying you're into my brother?", you finally asked, turning fully to look at him.
Satoru groaned, nodding slowly.
"I knooow. Do you hate me now?", he lifted his head enough to look up at you, those blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
You quickly shook your head, wiping an escaped tear with your thumb.
"Hey, hey. Toru, it's okay. I don't hate you, I'd never. You're my best friend."
Gojo just sniffled, shaking his head.
"Am I gay now? I don't feel gay. But also, I know I want him. I'm in love with him", he choked out, burying his face in his palms again.
You didn't really know what to say or do. Nothing could've prepared you for this very situation.
Everything was starting to make sense slowly. The lingering glances, the jokes, how touchy they'd get while drunk. The bodyshots. The gay jokes. The whole bros over hoes thing. The ammount of times Satoru had sneaked into the bathroom when he slept over at your place back in highschool.
"Toru", you finally breathed, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to make him look up at you. "Toru, that's your best friend. Sugu knows you like no one else. If anyone understands, it's him."
Satoru wiped his eyes with his forearm, shaking his head. You hadn't seen him this vulnerable since fifth grade when you met him for the first time.
"I can't just walk up to him and tell him I'm in love with him. He'll think I'm weird. He'll reject me and never talk to me again!"
"Satoru, that's bullshit. We're talking about Suguru here. That man has not a single straight bone in his body, let's be honest. Besides, he'd be a fool to reject you. You're like stupidly hot. Just tell him. The worst he can say is no", you finally concluded, letting your fingers run through Satoru's dishhelved hair, trying to tame the mess just a little.
"I mean, I could do it at Kfc. We were going to go there this week anyway.", he muttered finally, wiping the last of his tears away.
"Oh, Toru honey, don't do it in a Kfc. That's so not romantic. You need to take him out somewhere actually nice and not some run down greasy chicken place that smells like overdramatic breakups and cheap fries "
"Shit, you're right. I am horrible at this", Satoru groaned, yet you just shook your head.
"You're not. You're just drunk and emotional."
Gojo sighed, flopping back onto his bed.
"Could you like, sleep over tonight? I'll even give you the bed and shit. I jus' don't wanna be alone right now, y'know?"
He looked at you with those big eyes that left you no other choice but to agree. He was too drunk to function after all. And high too probably, now that you really thought about it.
Within minutes you were changed into some sweatpants and his shirt, your dress neatly folded in your bag while you lay in his bed, watching him get comfortable on the couch a few feet away.
"Do you really think he won't reject me?", he whispered long after the lights were turned off, when even the sounds of the party had started to dim.
"Yes", you whispered back and there was not a single ounce of doubt in you.
༘*
It was 11am. 11am and you still weren't up? Nanami was confused, knocking at your door again. Weird. Your friends had said you left before he'd gotten to the party after which he went back to his place, surprised to see a dm from the girl at the bakery.
He'd texted with her for a bit and reluctantly agreed to go out with her that week. Maybe.
Kento had then decided to go to your place next thing in the morning to apologize for his absence during the party, maybe finally gather the courage to say something about how he felt, but obviously you were still asleep.
Nanami sighed, backing away from the door. His best option now was to go to the frathouse and maybe find Gojo.
Yes, talking to Gojo was a good idea. If he was indeed involved with you, he'd probably brag about it. And if not, maybe he could actually be useful for once?
With that thought in mind he made his way to the frathouse, not even surprised by the amount of trash and sleeping people he found as soon as he entered.
Carefully he walked upstairs, extra cautious not to step on toji who had somehow passed out in the middle of the stairway.
Satoru's door was closed, no moans echoing through the hallway which was good enough. Kento knocked twice before stepping back.
Shuffling was heard from the other side and then the door flew open.
Satoru was standing there, white hair disheveled, reading glasses sitting on his nose. And behind him, in his bed-
You.
In his clothes. Scrolling on your phone, your makeup still on, hair in a messy bun.
"Oh, hey Kenny. Whatcha doing here this early in the morning?", Gojo asked, signature smirk on his face, like he wasn't bawling about liking Geto like six or seven hours ago.
You froze at the mention of Nanami, immediately looking up. Oh shit. Why was he here now?
You wanted to get up, to run to him and tell him it wasn't what it looked like, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the new girl he was following on Insta that you'd noticed this morning.
She was pretty in a way that made you feel almost bad abouth yourself. She seemed so put together. She seemed like the kind of girl he'd like.
"Just wanted to check if you're still alive", Nanami finally gritted out after that initial shock had passed and part of him had just accepted that you had fucked Satoru Gojo.
He had closed the door before he would be forced to watch any longer, to see any more of how comfortable you were with that fucker.
And for once in his life Nanami Kento was driven by emotions, not facts as he pulled out his phone, texting the bakery girl to meet him in the park.
༘*
"Satoru, I'm fucked. He thinks we're together! Did you see how he looked at me? Fuck, I'm never gonna find love!"
Your face was buried in Gojo's pillow as you groaned, annoyed by both Gojo's constant pacing around the room and the obvious fatality of your current situation.
"Fuck. I mean, maybe it's not that deep? I know he likes you and he probably should know us enough to know we'd never actually fuck. And he's like really smart so-"
"Satoru, I'm in your bed after a party in your clothes and we both look like a mess. It looks like we rawdogged all night and there's no way of denying that", you groaned, running a hand over your face.
"Fuck. This is bad. Y'know what, I'm gonna look if he's still here. I can fix this", Gojo muttered, leaving you alone in his room. All alone with your mind racing.
You felt like you screwed up so bad as youpulled out your phone again, going onto the girl's instagram page for the third time today.
Her page was organized, a color scheme following through all her posts. Pictures of pastries, bunnies, books and libraries. The polar opposite of your account, every picture booming with life, bodies, sweat and loud music.
This felt like something Nanami should have. Like something he'd have if he cared about social media appeal. His account was private with no profile picture, a handful of followers and not a single post.
His bio was his age and that was it. Why did he have to be so damn nonchalant online?
The door flew open again, a breathless Gojo standing there, shaking his head.
"He left already. I couldn't even see him from the street", he panted, running a hand through his snowy hair.
You sighed, turning off your phone.
"So what now?"
"I mean, we could just tell him. Orrrr we throw a party this weekend. And you invite him personally. But the twist is, it's not a party! It's a romantic dinner for the two of you where you can clear everything up!", he announced proudly, earning a small scoff from you.
"That's so stupid. Why would anyone ever do that?"
Not even half an hour later the first concepts for said fake party were being planned a very much grinning Satoru working out how you'd have to ask Nanami in order to really convince him after all that happened.
At the same time Nanami was in a small cafe not far from campus, a cup of tea right in front of him as he listened to the girl from the bakery rant about her life.
She was well educated, though a little older than him. She came from a very hardworking family, the bakery being passed down for generations until she managed to land contracts in order to make it a bakery chain.
And yes, she was pretty. But she wasn't you.
And it felt so so wrong watching her get all excited about everything he said, while deep down he knew he was imagining it was you sitting there, not her. Never her.
But the pain still sat deep. You hooked up with his friend. Satoru, who knew he liked you, still couldn't keep it in his pants.
Or hd this been going on for longer? Had the two of you been a thing even before Nanami decided to fall for you?
"Kento? Are you even listening to me?", the girl's voice snapped him out of it as he quickly adjusted his glasses.
"Yes, sorry. Could you repeat what you just said?", he offered, clearing his throat.
She sighed, her slender fingers playing with a strand of her hair absentmindedly.
"Your family. I wanted to know if you're close to them", she repeated calmly.
Kento nodded quickly, taking another sip from the warm liquid in front of him.
"My parents always travelled a lot, hence to why I spent most of my childhood living with my Grandparents. My Grandfather is a Danish man, so I used to live there for some time. Eventually I started going to school here, so I don't see them as often anymore"
"Wait, so you speak Danish?"
"A little", he muttered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He hated that question, already mentally preparing himself for the well known 'say something in Danish'.
"That's dope. My family's roots are in Louisiana, but we have a lot of relatives in Africa as well", she gave back, flashing him that pretty smile.
But she wasn't you.
And she never would be. No matter how hard he tried to imagine it was you sitting there. But you were with Gojo. Of course you were. All the girls were with Gojo.
༘*
It was late in the evening when the idea to check your messages one more time hit you. The half gameplan, half invitation for all the fratbrothers had been sent out, yet so far no one besides Geto and Sukuna even read it, so checking up again sounded like one hell of a good plan.
Choso had reacted with a thumbs up to your message, Shiu left you on read and Toji's didn't even deliver yet. Great.
Gojo meanwhile had been spamming you with romantic dinner ideas, inspirational quotes, songs to lower your cortisole level along of a video of him lipsynicing 67 on a merry rizzmas in his car in front of a Kfc.
You clicked through the messages mindlessly, saving a shirtless snap from Sukuna in chat before going on Instagram for one final time. You had some notifications, mostly reels Shoko sent you as well as a few likes on your most recent post, a photo dump of the most recent frat party. The intrusive thoughts got ahold of you as you went onto the account of the girl Nanami started following again.
Nothing had changed at first glance. Same posts, same username, same bio. But she did have a new story. You clicked onto it without thinking twice just to be met with a perfectly angled shot of a table, two cups of tea and a croissant on the dark wood. At first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary until you zoomed in on the hand holding one of the cups.
Your heart sunk. That was Nanami's hand. You didn't even need to look twice. His watch, and below the cup his username in a tiny white font.
Did they seriously go on a date?
You couldn't blame him as much, you did spend the night in Gojo's room, but the same day? Seriously? You thought you'd be at least a little harder to get over.
Suddenly your door flew open with so much force for a second you were scared it was gonna fly of its hinges.
"I KISSED YOUR BROTHER!", Satoru's voice yelled as he slammed the door shut, not giving you any more time to overthink anything as he plopped down onto your bed next to you, grabbing your wrists with both hands.
"I kissed him", he repeated in a slightly shaky voice, eyes wide.
"No way. How'd that happen?", you managed to laugh out, shaking your head in disbelief.
"We were out in the town after Kfc", Gojo started, sitting up straight, "And then there was some plant hanging by a wall. And I asked him if that counts as a mistletoe and then he stepped beneath it and said yes so I kissed him and next thing I know we're like making out with tongue and everything and I'm like sooo hard, sorry you didn't need to know that"
You couldn't believe it. Your brother and your best friend kissed. So instead of saying something your arms wrapped around Satoru instead, tightly hugging him.
"I told you he liked dudes!", you mumbled into his shoulder as the white haired man nodded eagerly.
"I owe you big time now. If you ever need like anything tell me immediately, alright?"
༘*
Nanami stared at the text on his phone. Simple, few emojis used, but there was a little heart at the end. A personal invitation to a party from you. He read over it once again, just in case he'd imagined something.
(name) Geto: Heyyy, you should totally come to the party this Saturday!!! Looking forward to see youuu ♡♡
You had probably sent this to everyone you knew, he figured. He'd ask Haibara first thing in the morning, actually.
He sighed, inclining his seat just enough to look out his window, catching a glimpse of campus not too far away, faint lights coming from a few windows.
Kento ran a hand through his blonde hair, messing up the strands even more than they already were after a long day of studying for his upcoming exams as well as going out on that damn date.
The girl from the bakery had texted him once or twice after the date, all her messages were met with a quite dry reply.
The dramatic antics of wanting to get back at you for hooking up with Gojo had worn off, replaced by the clarity of you being a grown woman who could do whatever you wanted, so he had no business pretending he had some claim on you just because he'd been yearning for you for years.
Nanami let his glasses slide off the bridge of his nose, setting them down onto his nightstand as he finally rose from his chair.
It was far too late already and he had classes early the next day.
Just before going to bed he typed a quick "I'll think about it" to reply to your invitation and then went to sleep, not knowing his far too nonchalant response had you all but hyperventilating a few blocks away.
༘*
"What if he won't show up?"
"He will, I'm telling you! That man is so whipped for you!", Gojo argued back, lighting the final candle in the kitchen of the frathouse.
"He said he'd think about it and never texted me again afterwards! I bet he has better things to do anyway, like go on a date with that girl again. I'm telling you, there's no way he's showing up!", you grumbled, adjusting your hair in the mirror. You looked great today, at least you knew that.
It was Saturday and the alledged party was supposed to start in half an hour and you still hadn't heard anything from Kento. At first it had seemed like nonchalance. Then, slowly, it appeared more and more like.. rejection? Was he actually rejecting you? Because it definitely felt like he was.
"He'll show up. I promise", Gojo muttered, grabbing his jacket and swinging it over his shoulder.
"Call me if anything happens, alright?", he added quietly, giving you a reassuring smile before heading outside.
You sighed, sat down and started waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Minutes slowly became longer until a glance at the clock told you you'd been sitting here for two hours straight.
Normally it wasn't weird to show up this late to a party. But this was Nanami Kento. That man hadn't been late for anything in his life, ever. So why would he be now all of a sudden?
Why wasn't he here, damnit?
That wasn't how it was supposed to go.
The bitter feeling clawed at you as you got up, taking out your phone with shaky hands, dialing Gojo's number.
"What's up? You out of wiener wrappers already?", his teasing voice came from the other line once he finally picked up.
"He didn't come, Toru", you muttered, voice far shakier than you'd intended for it to sound. You could basically hear his grin dropping as he cleared his throat.
"Hey, don't mind him. I'll come over in twenty and then we'll watch a movie or something, alright? Screw him and that busy businessman attire. He doesn't know what he's missing out on"
You could just nod along, the lump in your throat getting bigger until every time you swallowed it seemed to hurt.
"Okay", you finally croaked out, hanging up before he could hear how bad our voice was actually quivering.
Gojo Satoru stared at his phone for a few seconds after you hung up, taking a deep breath as he considered his options.
He could go back to the Frathouse and watch that movie. Or he could do the reckless thing. The Gojo thing. One glance at the sleeping Suguru next to him made him finally decide.
He grabbed the spare keys to Nanami's apartment, slipping into his designer sneakers.
He was going to play cupid if he had to. Screw this whole miscommunication.
The walk to Kento's place was a haze, his mind only really snapping back to reality when he already stood in the blonde man's kitchen, eyes locked onto Nanami who stood there oh so cluelessly.
"Why the hell are you here?", Gojo asked first, crossing his arms.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?",Nanami retored, but Satoru was not having any of that.
"Why didn't you come to that party? Didn't she invite you?", he demanded, leaning against Nanami's fridge.
"She did. But I figured it'd be better for all of us if I didn't attend."
"And why's that?"
"I know you and her are a thing, Satoru. But I also know I'm not going to get over her so soon. So I'd rather not get between tha-"
"Kenny, I'm gay. I cracked her brother like an hour ago. She slept in my room that day because I was drunk and overwhelmed."
Nanami was speechless for once. Gojo liked Geto?
Suddenly everything made sense.
"Fuck", Kento cursed quietly, running a hand over his face.
"It's not a party, Nanami. It was supposed to be a surprise dinner for just the two of you. Stupid, I know. It was my idea and shit. But if you really want her as much as I think you do, go. Go and talk to her before it's too late", Gojo finished his grand speech, feeling a sense of pride blooming in his chest when Kento nodded, grabbing his coat from a chair.
"Go and get her!", he cheered after Nanami, opening the man's fridge and helping himself to some mochi he found. He deserved it.
༘*
The bottle of expensive wine felt unnecessarily heavy in your hand as you put it back into the drawer that Gojo had pulled it from earlier. You'd given up. He was not coming and maybe it was your fault. No, it was your fault. Ever since that kiss you'd been screwing up everything. You were just so overwhelmed, feeling all of this for the first time.
Usually you didn't fall for people. So why was he any different?
You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, freezing.
Your mascara was slightly smudged, eyes just a little puffy from the tears you'd shed, comparing yourself to that girl online again. Maybe he was with her right now.
Maybe he was making her food, maybe they were already in bed and she got to feel his body pressing up against hers.
Maybe she'd get to taste those soft lips you couldn't forget. Matter of fact, maybe she was tasting them right now.
The sudden sound of the door flying open startled you, snapping you back to reality.
"Toru?", you called, voice still a little shaky.
But the man that walked into the kitchen, eyes wide behind thin frames, hair disshelved and coat unbuttoned wasn't Satoru.
"Kento? What are you do-"
His lips were on yours before you could say anything.
It was almost gentle at first, like he wasn't so sure if he could just do this. But god, did he want to. So when a soft sigh escaped you and your lips started moving back against his so sweetly, all his restraints broke.
He kissed you like he was starving, which he pretty much was, mouth messily clashing against yours, drawing more of those sweet sounds from you.
"'m so sorry", he managed to slur out against your lips, teeth grazing your bottom lip as his heavy hands fell onto your waist, crushing your body against his with a little too much fervor, a gasp escaping you as his lips were crashing onto yours again.
"I should've- fuck, should've come on time", he muttered, one hand gliding up your back until it could grab the back of your head softly, angling your head to get a better angle of your mouth.
Your fingers were tangled in the soft strands of his hair, nose brushing against his as he went in closer, his tongue invading your warm mouth hesitantly until it met yours.
After that it was just pure filth, tongues clashing, spit dribbling down your chin which he greedily licked up before letting his tongue dive back into your warm mouth, moaning softly when you tugged him even closer.
There were no words needed right now. Just feeling him, so close, so real was enough.
And him? He was losing his mind.
He was painfully hard, throbbing erection straining against the zipper of his pants. Yet the ecstasy of having you like this, having you against him after weeks of pining made him almost numb to the almost painful pulsing.
"Why didn't you come earlier?", you managed to gasp out against his mouth, your eyes slowly opening as you felt him pull back.
His face was mere inches away from yours, glasses sitting crooked on the sharp bridge of his nose, lips all swollen from kissing you.
"I thought I'd be doing both of us a favor. I was so stupid, god I actually thought you were with Gojo. I didn't want to get in the way of that somehow", he finally admitted, a slight rasp to his voice. His calloused fingers brushed your hair behind your ear gently, lingering on your cheek for just a second longer.
You didn't really know what to say. Instead you just stood there, soft blush tinting your cheeks, lips plup and bitten, mascara still smudged.
"What about the girl that works at that bakery?", you suddenly blurted out. His expression faltered for a second as he sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up.
"I went on a date with her to try and distract myself from you. It didn't work. We stopped talking days ago", he said truthfully, not moving away.
You nodded slowly, your fingers splaying over the planes of his shoulders.
"Why do we always kiss when the party's over?", you muttered as he leaned in closer again, soft huff of laugh leaving him, his forehead resting against yours.
"I don' t know. But I do know that I'm not going to run this time. I'm in love with you and I was too scared to accept it. There's worlds between us, but still, I hope you can give me a chance anyways"
A soft chuckle of disbelief left you at his words. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss him again, softer this time.
"I'm in love with you too, Ken. And it's terrifying", you admitted quietly.
Nanami sighed, pressing his lips to your jaw. "We'll figure this out", he promised against your skin. "For now let's head to bed. It's late"
Only then did you realize how tired you were. The sun would be going up in a few hours already.
The walk back to Nanami's apartment was a daze, his warm hand resting on your lower back at all times, his lips grazing the top of your head occasionally. His place hadn't changed a bit since you'd last stayed there after that one party, except his fridge was near empty.
"That fatass actually ate everything", Nanami muttered in disbelief, eyes flicking to the little note Gojo left, a scribbled picture of what looked like you and Nanami, a heart around it, signed 'cupid Gojo'.
Kento's bed was even more comfortable with his warm body pressing up against yours in the dark, arm slung around your waist possessively, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin.
༘*
You woke up to the feeling of Kento stirring beside you. Your eyes opened slowly, taking their time to adjust to the bright room, sunlight flooding every inch around you, illuminating Nanami's sculpted body, the lines of his muscles visible even through the fabric of his white shirt.
You took a minute to actually admire the view in front of you, the tall man standing by his drawer a few feet away.
"Kentoo", you mumbled, flipping onto your stomach as you watched him turn towards you slowly, "Come back to bed. 'm cold", you whined as your eyes trailed down his body slowly.
"Love, I'll be with you in a minute. I just need to take care of something", he promised, voice slightly strained as your eyes suddenly locked onto the obvious tent in his boxers.
Oh.
Oh.
You shifted slightly, sitting up on the bed.
"You know, I could help you with that", you offered, small chuckle escaping you as the heat rushed into his cheeks, soft blush forming.
"You don't have to, really. I can just take a cold-"
"Nanami Kento, get your ass over here right now", you quickly fired back, getting up.
"Yes, ma'am", he sighed, making his way over to you. You pressed your lips to his jaw once before sinking to your knees in front of him, one hand going up to gather your hair together while the other pulled down his boxer shorts.
A hiss escaped Nanami when his cock was freed, tip slapping up against his abdomen as his eight inches stood up proud. Your mouth went dry at the sight. Not only was he ungodly long, he was also so damn girthy, a few pronounced veins running along the tan length all the way to his strawberry red tip, beads of precum already forming.
You ran your tongue along his slit testingly, a soft hum escaping you. Kento bit his tongue to keep himself from moaning to loud, his fingers replacing yours in holding your hair.
"God, you're driving me crazy. So goddamn pretty like- ngh, fuck", he couldn't hold back the moan when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue running over his slit once more, collecting all of that precum he was spurting out.
Your hum vibrated against his length as you slowly started taking inch after inch, his grip on your hair seemingly tightening the further you went.
"Yes, fuckk. Just like that", he grunted out, rocking his hips experimentally, immediately pulling back when your eyes started to water at the fullness.
Your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, starting to pump it in rhythm with the bobs of your head. The moan that left Kento was downright pornographic, his head falling back as he tried to keep it together and not just cum into your mouth too fast.
"Fuck, feels so good", he slurred, watching your lips slide along his sensitive skin, leaving your saliva glistening.
Your eyes were shut in pure concentration, attempting to keep your gagging reflex down as his tip hit the back of your throat repetatively.
You hollowed your cheeks, earning another one of those delicious groans that left him whenever he felt like he was on the brink of cumming already. He had to start revising his physics homework just to keep himself from busting too early.
After some time you'd managed to build a pace of his hips moving forward, just enough to graze the back of your throat before pulling back agin and the pressure in his stomach was coiling, threatening to snap any second. And when your fingers moved slightly, running along his abdomen, down to his thighs? Something inside him snapped, thrusts growing snappier.
"Baby, 'm gonna cum, fuckkk", he cursed quietly, starting to pull back, yet your grip stayed firm, eyes looking up at him pleadingly. Another quiet curse left his mouth breathlessly and then he was cumming, thick ropes of white spilling down your throat, met with eager swallows. He thrust one more time before pulling out, a thin string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips.
Your tongue darted out to lick a bead of cum off your chin before gettingup.
"You feel any better now?", you asked teasingly, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Kento let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled his shirt over his head, granting you perfect sight of his muscled chest, the sight you'd been dreaming off ever since seeing him shirtless weeks ago.
"My turn now", was all he said as he pushed you down onto his mattress carefully before pinning you down, his hands making quick work of your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.
"Can I?", he asked as he hooked his index finger into your panties, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. You nodded quickly and he didn't hesitate to yank the material away like it had personally insulted him.
"So beautiful", he whispered, letting his digits run along your slit before suddenly plunging two fingers into you, that first move knocking the breath out of your lungs.
Nanami didn't hold back in the slightest, fingers thrusting deep into you, finding the spot that made your eyes roll back with that analytical ease, digits curling up against your walls.
"Right there, am I right?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your neck, sucking at the soft skin while his fingers all but split you apart and his thumb now circling your clit wasn't helping much either.
"Kentoo-", you moaned his name, hips grinding against his hand desperately.
"Need you inside me, please", you pleaded, eyes filling with tears as he pulled again as son as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.
"But you have me inside of you, baby", he whispered far too sweetly, licking a tear off your cheek.
"Ngh- need your cock", you gasped out, your whole body jerking in surprise when he hit your g-spot again.
"Mhm, well since you asked for it so nicely", he hummed, pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt and bringing them up to his mouth.
"So fucking sweet", Kento muttered while licking his digits clean before grabbing the base of his cock and aligning himself with your entrance.
That first stretch was diabolical, making your eyes roll back as the sheer size of him, the burn from the stretch slowly fading into pleasure as he started thrusting up into you, muttering something about how tight you were.
Your nails were scraping over the broad planes of his back, eyes locked onto the way his face contorted with pleasure whenever your velvety walls fluttered and clenched around his cock.
"Fuck, she's taking me so well. Look at her, fuck", he whispered, using two fingers to part your walls enough to get a better glimpse of where your bodies were joined.
"It's so big, Ken", you mumbled, a soft moan leaving you as the vein on his length grazed your g-spot just right.
He could only groan in reponse, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out to only leave the tip in and then slamming back into you vigorously.
"Can't believe we didn't do this earlier", he grunted, thrusting into you again and again.
You didn't know if you cummed after minutes, hours or days, but when you did, your vision went white, a loud cry of pleasure leaving you as your walls clenched around Kento's cock, that being enough to send him over the edge as well. His hot release spilled into you, dick staying buried right there for now as his body collapsed on top of you.
"Marry me", he muttered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
༘*
The frathouse had rarely felt as alive without a party as it did right now. Utahime was on the couch with her boyfriend, Shoko's cousin, whom she'd started dating not long ago (not without breaking down and confessing everything to Shoko who surprisingly knew all along).
Megumi was on the rug, playing with Sukuna's nephew, Yuji, who was staying here for a few days while his parents were on vacation.
Satoru and Suguru were preparing food for everyone in the kitchen, or rather making out and occasionally putting something onto a plate and calling it a day.
Nanami and you were sitting on the missmatched chairs by the kitchen counters. He was wearing his favorite sweater, hair perfectly styled and everything. A dark hickey bloomed on his neck, ruining that perfect image in a way he couldn't mind less. His hand was resting on your thigh as he watched you rant about your day at school, brown eyes locked onto your lips as you spoke.
There might still be worlds between the two of you, but somehow you can exist between the lines.
A/n: guys I was working on this since like October so my writing kinda changed halfway through but I'm so glad it's finally out!!
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
summary: Nanami Kento doesn't even like parties. Why should he, it's loud, unorganized and irresponsible. Still, he finds himself attending each and every event in the hopes of catching your attention. Geto's sister. Frat princess. Totally off limits.
cw: alcohol abuse, hard drugs, non consensual touching, mentions of violence, substance abuse, miscommunication, YEARNING, oral (m receiving), p in v, pussydrunk Nanami, unprotected sex
wc:13k
divider by @cursed-carmine
The heavy smell of alcohol and smoke lingered over the messy living room of the frathouse. Amidst the chaos of a dying party there was the faint light of a half burned out lamp, illuminating the old couch in the back corner.
Choso was sprawled out on the dirty material, his upper body hanging off the edge, strands of his dark hair dangling in a puddle of beer someone had spilled on the old hardwood floor. He was staring up at the ceiling, watching the broken light flicker as he exhaled the smoke he had held inside his mouth, a cloud forming.
Not far away Sukuna was making out with some girl, slowly dragging her in the direction of the room he had dragged dozens of girls off before. Geto and Gojo were just heading upstairs, Suguru having to steady his best friend, the white haired guy heavily swaying in his tracks. There was no trace of Toji or Higuruma, they had probably ran off the second the music had quieted down.
The only one still by his senses was Nanami. The blonde man was sitting on one of the mismatched chairs, watching you rant about something so insignificant, it was almost endearing. His glasses were discarded to one of the countertops between empty red plastic cups and half emptied beer bottles, his usually perfectly groomed dress shirt half unbuttoned and stained with what seemed like spills of liquor. It was nearing 5 am, hints of a sunset visible through the fogged up windows. His calloused hand was resting on your thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles on the material of your jeans as you continued to rant on about how fascinating jellyfishes were.
Nanami was always lazy, laid back drunk. He seemed to be uptight all the time, except when under the influence. Meanwhile you were hyperactive, random facts babbling drunk. It was adorable.
"Did you know that some jellyfish species are biologically immortal and can theoretically live forever by reverting back to their polyp stage if injured or stressed?" you looked at Nanami with those excited big eyes, dramatically throwing your hands up. "Jellyfish are so dope. I wish I was a jellyfish. No thoughts, no complicated feelings, just existing in the sea!"
Kento scoffed in amusement, one hand coming up to ruffle your already messy hair gently. "why would you want to live in the ocean? You´re scared of fish"
"shit, you´re right"
"always am"
"oh, shut up, Kento"
"sorry, Jellyfish girl"
A rare smile grazed the corners of his mouth as you frowned, rolling your eyes dramatically.
"You´re no fun"
"I can be very much fun" and with that his lips had closed the gap between you.
༘*
"Yo. Yo. Yo, you asleep?", Gojo´s annoying voice dragged you back into reality. You blinked slowly, shaking your head. You were in his dorm, trying to help him understand yet another Chemistry topic. You were in his room. Not at that party. Not with him.
"Fuck off, Toru. It´s not my fault you´re failing chemistry again" you sat up straighter, flicking through the pages of the schoolbook on the floor.
Gojo let out a surprised laugh, lighting the cigarette he had fished from the pocket of his worn out blue jeans.
"Well someone´s in a mood today, huh? Is it still because of Mister busy Business man?", he teased, taking a lazy drag from the cigarette, closing his blue eyes as the nicotine hit.
You groaned, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him.
"I already told you, it´s nothing. And stop calling him that. He might hear you", you added in a quiet voice, glancing around the room like Nanami might just appear out of Gojo´s closet.
Satoru chuckled, catching the pillow mid air and sending it back with equal force.
"Just saying. I touched a nerve, huh?"
"Do you want me to help you or not?"
"Okay sorry, sorry. Jesus christ, woman"
Gojo rolled his eyes, flopping back onto his bed, feet landing on your lap.
"So, you see, these things are called molecules, right? And the special thing about them is-"
The door flew open with far more force than necessary. Sukuna. All muscle and tattoos stood in the doorway, his pink hair messily combed back.
"Yo, Gojo. Geto needs help in the kitchen. You should check up on him"
The way Gojo basically flew up told you he probably paid Sukuna to come in, yet you didn´t mind, watching the two men quickly hurry off towards the kitchen. You closed the chemistry book, stretching.
You had come here in your favorite top, more makeup than necessary on your face. Why? Because some foolish part of you had hoped to see him here. Kento Nanami.
You had never thought of him like that.
Sure, he had always been there, but ever since that evening he was suddenly everywhere. He consumed every thought you had, everything you saw. Every time a blonde guy crossed your path on campus you had to double check if it was him. Although you knew it wasn´t.
༘*
Nanami Kento was haunted. Haunted by a pair of big eyes staring up at him in the dim light of the setting sun through those dirty windows. Haunted by the soft but lingering brush of his lips against yours. By the way you had whispered his name when he pulled away.
He was a man driven by facts, not emotion. And fact was, nothing could ever happen between the two of you. You were Geto´s sister after all. Totally forbidden. Totally off limits. Not officially, of course. Geto would´ve never expected for someone in the friend group to want you. Except for Sukuna and Toji of course, but they were a different breed anyways.
The papers and books on his mahogany table were put into neat piles surrounding his laptop where he was currently revising the notes from last lesson- or at least trying to. He had been staring at a blank page for the past 7 minutes and 3 seconds.
Kento buried his face in his hands with a tired groan. He couldn´t work like this, not when every time he blinked a pair of doe eyes looked up at him. No, he couldn´t.
Nanami leaned back, his chair rolling against his bed. Just as he was about to get up and go to get some fresh air his phone buzzed. Toji. The blonde guy reluctantly picked it up, answering in a gruff tone.
"Yes?"
"Kento, dude! This is huge! The fraud baby started babbling. Listen, you know your way around with kids, right? Can you come here and make sure his first words are not mom? That´d be kinda offensive, don´t ya think? Come over dude, Sukuna´s already here"
Nanami didn´t get a chance to really say anything before Toji had hung up on him again.
"That idiot", Kento grumbled under his breath while already getting up, reaching for his trenchcoat which was folded on top of his other laundry.
Raising Toji´s son, Megumi, was a group experiment to be honest. Toji had knocked up the boy´s mother in highschool, yet she had abandoned them, so now the future of the child was everybody´s business. Gojo had taught him how to walk, while Sukuna always styled his hair into spikes so he´d look less like Toji.
The door to Toji´s dorm was wide open by the time Nanami arrived at the other building. Gojo was already standing in front of the toddler with his phone pointed at him, chanting something along the lines of "Speak your truth, little man!"
Nanami groaned quietly as he made his way over to Toji, eyeing the stupid grin on the man´s face.
"Psst. It´s happening!", Toji shushed, making Nanami roll his eyes. Sukuna was kneeling on eyelevel with the kid, watching him in anticipation.
"Ma-", Megumi started, yet a sharp gasp cut him off.
"Is he about to say Mama?"
"He doesn´t even have a mom, you dumb fuck!"
"Ma-"
"No, it´s Pa-"
"Mahoraga"
The whole room fell silent. Megumi was glaring up at them, proud grin on his face.
"Mahoraga!", he repeated confidently, raising his little arms up.
"Hell yes! Mahoraga it is"
Gojo was the first one to break the silence as he lifted Megumi up, spinning him around.
"Our little man just said his first words!"
The room erupted in cheers while Nanami allowed a rare smile to touch his face when suddenly the door flew open.
༘*
You were late. You always were, of course. So it wasn´t really a surprise to see that you had already missed Megumi´s first words. The part that did surprise you was that Nanami was there.
He wasn´t really a huge fan of all those little gatherings, especially if Toji or Sukuna were going to be there. Yet there he was, in his favorite trenchcoat, hair slightly messy, hazel eyes burning into your soul in a way that made you want to both run straight into his arms but also just disappear into the floor.
The staring could´ve gone on forever, you could tell in the way his adam´s apple bobbed as his eyes darted to the floor for a split second. If it wasn´t for Gojo you probably would´ve stared forever.
"Heyy, there you are! Do you happen to know what a Mahoraga is? Is that like one of your Biology thingies?"
"A Mahoraga? Nah, never heard of it" a soft grin touched your lips as you looked past him, seeing Nanami put on his coat, saying something to Toji.
He was leaving. Your heart dropped. Was it because of you? It couldn´t be, right? But the way Toji´s gaze wavered over to you as Kento spoke made your heart clench. It was because of you.
"Excuse me", Nanami mumbled as he pushed past you, his arm brushing against yours before he slammed the door close with a little more force than necessary.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, whistling quietly. "Now that was quite the exit, huh?", he muttered under his breath, placing a hand on your back as he lead you to the room where the rest of the group was.
"By the way, you coming to the mixer this Sunday? It´ll be huge, I promise. Choso is getting that shit imported again and Shoko, didn´t you say something about some new guy?"
Shoko nodded eagerly, getting up from manspreading on the couch, finally letting Sukuna sit down.
"Yeah, my cousin from Kyoto is transferring because of some legal trouble, I heard. I think he broke some student´s nose or somethin like that. Any of you ladies interested?", she added teasingly, earning an almost disgusted scoff from Utahime who had been sitting quietly up till that moment.
You couldn´t pay attention to what they were saying. Not when Nanami had looked at you like that. Not when he left because of you. That shit hurt more than you wanted to admit.
༘*
Next Sunday came faster than you had expected and before you knew it you were in Shoko´s bathroom, glitter on the floor as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, reapplying lipliner, early 2000s music playing from the small speaker in the background while Shoko did her eyeliner with deadly precision. The door swung open, Utahime coming back in from changing.
You whistled, looking up from your small mirror, eyes taking her in. "Looking good, babe", you said with a teasing grin, watching a slight look of embarrasment cross Utahime´s face as she rolled her eyes.
"Straight up delicious", Shoko confirmed, making some place at the sink so Utahime could adjust her hair.
"I wanna get blackout drunk tonight", you announced, putting the lipliner back into your small bag. "Yuki already reserved some of Choso´s stuff for me, you guys in?"
Utahime quickly shook her head, while Ieri grinned at the mention of Yuki.
"Absolutely in" she threw her eyeliner into some drawer that stalled all her makeup before straightening up.
"Ladies, tonight´s the night" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up
༘*
The sounds of the party were already all around before you even entered the building. Loud music filled the nightly air, some girl crying on the staircase, people taking pictures in front of the location.
Once inside the mood shifted from hyped to absolutely borderline high. Choso was on his couch as always, smoking a blunt that didn´t even look remotely legal. Sukuna was already dancing with some girl, his hands all over her body. Satoru was swaying on top of a table, a bottle of beer in his hand, his shirt half unbuttoned already. But he was nowhere to be seen.
Shoko ran off towards Yuki pretty much immediately, while Utahime lingered around you before also walking over to Shoko who was eagerly talking to some tall guy that looked a lot like her in some way.
You made your way through the crowd, pushing some already drunk people aside until you finally reached Toji who greeted you with his signature grin, scarred lip crinkling.
"Who´s watching Meg today?", you asked, snatching the beer bottle from his hand, taking a sip. Maybe that´s were Nanami was.
"I payed Shiu to do it. Fucking asshole doesn´t do anything for free", Toji complained, rolling his eyes as he lit the cigarette he had just pulled from his pants pocket.
"Why, you missing someone?", he added with a teasing smirk, inhaling a deep drag from the Cigarette.
"Shut it, Zenin. Just worried about the kid"
You emptied the bottle, setting it aside, eyes scanning over the room. Maybe he hadn´t come. Maybe you wouldn´t see him tonight. You didn´t know if you were relieved or disappointed. The skirt you wore felt too slutty all of a sudden, the top too tight.
No. Tonight wasn´t about Nanami. It was about getting drunk and forgetting everything about that godforsaken kiss.
And it worked. You downed drinks like your life depended on it, you danced with Shoko and Yuki, making fun of Utahime who hadn´t left the side of Shoko´s cousin since they started talking, earning angry gazes from her. Everything was blurry as you sat on the edge of Choso´s couch, smoking something that tasted like bad decisions and regret, one of your heels on discarded on the floor, Choso´s hand playing with your hair while he took the blunt from you again.
This felt safe. Familiar, no matter how wrong it actually was. A tall, broody figure sank onto the couch next to you, elbow landing on your upper thigh as he grabbed the blunt next. Toji.
"Not hooking up with someone tonight?" you asked, voice lazy as you exhaled the heavy smoke. Toji grunted in response, running a calloused hand over his face.
"Nah, not tonight"
"Who are you and what did you do to our ji?", Choso mumbled, earning a punch from Toji.
You just chuckled, shaking your head when suddenly something golden caught your eye. A blonde haired man stood in the doorway, back turned towards the couch, shoulders tense.
He was here
You forgot how to breathe for a second, your legs moving on their own, pushing off the couch, making your way over to him. Just as you were about to tap his shoulder the man turned around, giving you an amused look.
Oh. It wasn´t him. It was just some random blonde dude. "Shit, sorry. I thought you were someone else", you muttered, suddenly feeling a hand on your waist.
"Oh, it´s alright. What´s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?", the stranger drawled, the smell of alcohol hitting your face as he leaned closer to you. Too close.
"I was actually just about to go to my friends. If you don´t mind", you carefully tried pushing his hand away from your body, yet his grip only seemed to tighten as he pulled you closer suddenly.
"But I can keep you company as well, baby. How about we get out of here?" You had to actually lean back to keep some distance between your faces, panic rising in your gut.
"Back the fuck off", you gritted out, the guy´s face darkening, his fingers digging into your sides almost painfully when suddenly-
There was a thud and next thing you knew the guy was on the floor, baffled expression on his face as he stared at the man that had punched him. You followed his gaze, your eyes widening. Nanami Kento.
"She said back off, you fucking creep", Nanami spat, flexing his fist slightly, his knuckles bloody. "Now get out of here or I´ll make you"
The perv scrambled up, mumbling something along the lines of "fucking psycho" as he hurried off, leaving you and Nanami alone.
You didn´t dare to look up at him at first. You felt humiliated, cheeks burning, even tough he probably couldn´t see it in the dim party light.
"Are you alright?", he finally broke the silence, his tone still uptight as always, yet there was a hint of concern behind his words that caught you more off guard than you would´ve expected.
"I- um- yes, thank you" you stuttered out, still overwhelmed with the situation. He was actually there. Right in front of you.
"No need to thank me. Just making sure you´re okay" his voice was low, gravelly as his hand brushed against your shoulder almost carefully, leading you towards the kitchen. You barely even registered it, your mind clouded as the alcohol and weed were slowly starting to catch up. Everything was spinning, voices in the background fading into a single murmur that was his voice.
"God, you can barely stand" he muttered under his breath, catching your wrist as you stumbled in the kitchen, lazy grin spreading on your face.
"You know, y´sound sooo hot. so fuckin hot" you slurred out, tilting your head. The last thing you saw before everything went black was his face, concern etched into the perfectly sculpted lines.
༘*
Your head hurt before you even opened your eyes. Your limbs felt heavy, like you were ran over by something. Your eyes finally opened as you stretched with a groan, taking in your surrounding.
Fuck.
That wasn´t your dorm.
Panic immediately started to rise as you lifted the sheets, checking if you were dressed. You wore some boxer shorts that definitely didn´t belong to you, a shirt covering your upper body. One that seemed weirdly familiar. The room was still pretty dark, the blinds only half opened. Next to the bed was a table, papers neatly folded on it. Almost too neatly for a college student´s room. Had you hooked up with some older guy? Why couldn´t you remember anything?
Getting up you noticed a schedule hanging by the bed. So it was a college student after all. Huh. The second you opened the bedroom door, the smell of waffles hit you. For a second you felt like a cartoon figure levitating towards the delicious scent.
The kitchen was just as perfectly clean as the bedroom, a figure at the stove, his back turned towards you.
"Um, hey?", you tried, stopping in the doorway. The guy in front of you stilled, turning to look at you.
Nanami.
Your eyes widened as you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
"Kento? How- did we-?"
"No.", he cut you off, almost too fast. "You passed out during the party so I took you here. How´s your head?", he added, fully turning around. Fuck. He was shirtless.
You swallowed hard, trying your best to keep your gaze from drifting south to his sinfully low hanging sweatpants, a hint of a blonde happy trail leading beneath the grey material.
"I´m- my head´s fine, thanks. And also thank you. For letting me crash here", you managed to stutter out, earning an almost amused look from him.
Kento reached behind him, reaching you a mug with hot tea inside it.
"You should drink that. I think you´ll be hungover for a while" You could´ve sworn he smiled. It was brief, more so just a flicker of his mouth, but it was there.
"Sure, yeah. Is my stuff here anywhere? I should probably text Shoko that I´m here" you took the mug from his hands, taking a testing sip from the liquid inside. It was a apple and cinnamon tea, your favorite.
"Of course. Your bag is on the couch" he nodded towards the leather couch in the corner of his room, your black clutch resting on top of a pillow.
You nodded, making your way over, fishing your phone from the small bag. Even before you unlocked it you saw dozens of messages in the groupchat, three missed calls from Utahime and a single meme Gojo sent you.
You quickly scrolled through the groupchat, the messages mainly consisted on Shoko and Yuki arguing on where Utahime was and Choso informing everyone that he saw you leaving with Kento.
Utahime was the one to really blow up your phone, over twenty messages on how she might´ve accidentally hooked up with Shoko´s cousin and how guilty she felt and if she should tell Shoko but also how much she liked him now.
A small chuckle escaped you as you quickly texted her to call you later before you put your phone back into your bag, turning towards Nanami. He had set his table, keeping enough distance space between the plates as he put some waffles onto a plate, like a silent invitation.
"Stay for breakfast", he finally said, looking over at you. "I´d be a horrible host if I didn´t at least give you some food."
Now that was an offer you couldn´t deny.
༘*
You´d simply be the death of him.
He watched you from the corner of my eye, seeing the way you absolutely devoured these waffles like they were the best thing you´d ever had, some syrup dripping from your chin. He knew it wouldn´t take long until you started asking questions, until she started remembering what happened that very night.
The one night he had let his guard down. The night he had kissed you.
He still had a hard time believing it had happened. But the drinks Toji had handed him were never any good, he should´ve known that. And now he had to deal with the consequences of tasting your cola lipgloss on his mouth.
You finally looked up from her plate, big doe eyes finding his in a questioning way.
"So, about what happened at that party-"
"It´s not worth mentioning", he interrupted quickly, voice stern.
You blinked slowly, confusion on your face. "I meant yesterday. I just wanted to thank you again"
Oh. Fuck. Kento ran a hand over his face, sighing.
"Right. Don´t worry about it"
You sighed, swallowing the last bit of your waffle.
"And about that other party-"
Suddenly the door flew open with such fevor both of you flinched.
Satoru Gojo, messy white hair hanging into his face, the spare key Nanami regretted ever giving him in his hand.
"Well, if it isn´t my favorite Busy busniness man. What you up to, Kenny?", he called from the entryway, tossing his jacket onto a bench carelessly, strutting into the kitchen.
"Are those waffles I´m smelling? Oh, hey- Wait, why are you here?" his blue eyes widened as he tried processing the sight of you at Nanami´s table wearing his friend´s clothes.
"It´s not what it looks like!", you quickly protested, shaking your head.
"I was blackout drunk yesterday and he let me stay here"
Gojo chuckled, snatching a waffle from one of the plates.
"So you did get to sleep with him after all?", that crooked grin on his face made you want to punch him, a sneer escaping him as he saw the way your cheeks reddened.
"Satoru, what are you doing here?"; Nanami finally chimed in, getting up from his chair. You could´ve sworn there was some redness in his neck.
Gojo leaned against the counter, yawning. "Just checking up on you, Besides I need help with some homework. And since I couldn´t find her anywhere", one long finger was pointed at you, "I decided to check up on my other favorite mastermind. Didn´t expect to find the both of you here though."
༘*
You walked back to the frat building with Gojo in silence. Nanami had lended you some of his clothes while you walked in Gojo´s way too big designer sneakers. The gentleman he was he strode behind you, barefoot, your heels in one hand, energy drink in the other.
It was quiet, the only sound coming from the birds around.
Finally Gojo cleared his throat, tossing the now empty can away into the direction of some overspilling trashcan. "So, are you gonna tell me how the hell you ended up in our businessman´s bed? You sure ya´ll didn´t like, you know, fuck?", he suggested, lazy grin lingering on his face while you groaned, punching his shoulder.
"I got drunk. Some guy tried touching me. Nanami stopped him and then I blacked out in the kitchen. Next thing I know I wake up in his bed. Get your mind out the gutter, Toru"
Satoru just raised an eyebrow, like he wasn´t really buying your story, yet luckily you reached the frathouse, a very upset looking Utahime right by the door. Right. The thing with Shoko´s cousin.
"Thanks", you muttered, grabbing your shoes from Satoru, kicking off his sneakers before hurrying over to the dark haired girl, relief washing over her scarred face as she caught glimpse of you.
"Thank god", she exhaled, grabbing your hand as you walked to your room, ignoring a very shirtless Toji lounging on the couch, Megumi on his lap. Your room was dimly lit, smelling like cinnamon and peaches, piles of clothes on the floor, some books scattered around.
"So you´re freshly fucked?", you sat down on your bed, tilting your head as heat rushed into Iorie´s face, she was clearly flustered.
"Don´t say that! But yeah, I guess so" she slumped down, sitting on your fluffy carpet, back to the closet. "I feel so guilty. What if Shoko finds out? What if she wont approve or do something-"
"Stop.", you cut her off, tossing a red pillow her way. "Breathe. Now tell me what exactly happened, alright?"
Utahime caught the pillow, nodding as she sat straight up.
"We met at that party and at first I thought he was like really weird. Weird but tall. And then he started talking someting about Manga and next thing I know we´re making out in the bathroom. He took me to the hotel he´s staying and we fu- no, made love. Yes. And then I woke up and left because I panicked. I´ve been ignoring him since then. God- what am I supposed to do now?", she groaned, burying her face in the pillow.
You let out a surprised laugh, shaking your head. "Damn, Hime, didn´t take you for someone who does casual one night stands."
"That´s cause I don´t! God, you don´t get it, do you?" Iorie´s eyes darted around the room before finally stopping on your rather.. unusual attire at that very moment, Nanami´s large shirt hanging loosely off your right shoulder.
A loud gasp escaped her as she pointed a finger at you, mouth wide open.
"You slept with Nanami?"
"No, I swear, it´s not like that!"
"You´re wearing his shirt. So that´s why you just disappeared yesterday!"
"Iorie, I swear, I didn´t fuck Kento. Look, it´s just a silly crush, it´s not like I´d actually date him or anything. He´s not even my type"
Suddenly there was a firm knock at the door before it fell open.
Nanami.
His sharp jaw was clenched, glasses low on his nose, eyes looking anywhere but at you.
"You left these at my place" in his hand was a little plastic bag, some of the leftover waffles in them. The ones you had wanted to take with you.
You swallowed hard, getting up. Fuck. Did he hear what you had just said?'
"I, um.. thanks" you hesitantly took the bag from his hands, your fingers accidentally brushing his. He inhaled sharply, taking a step back. After casting another glance across your room he ave you a short nod and left again.
Your mind was reeling. Did he come all the way here just to give you some leftover waffles? Really? You had known him for years, seen him with a few girls from time to time, but he never went to the frathouse voluntarily. Only when it was really urgent, like that one time Gojo got too drunk and managed to get his head stuck in the kitchen sink, or when little Megumi had thrown up the cupcakes Gojo had given him all over the community couch, or when Sukuna and Gojo broke the door, trying to figure out who could slam it louder.
Not for waffles.
You stood frozen at your door for a few seconds, heart racing when Utahime chuckled behind you.
"Oh, he definitely heard that"
"Shut up, Hime. He didn´t"
"He looked like a kicked puppy. Of course he heard. And also, it´s not like that, huh?"
God, you were so not in the mood for her teasing right now. You turned around, fingers clenched around that plastic bag, frown sitting on your lips.
"I fucked up, didn´t I?"
༘*
Nanami stood in front of your door for a few seconds, contemplating whether he should go back and confront you or just drop it. But it's not like it mattered. You said it yourself, you'd never date him.
His shoulders slumped slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. There were worlds between the two of you anyway. You were frat royalty, always sitting with Gojo and Sukuna, boys and girls swooning over you. You hooked up with people. Your presence was loud. You could get anyone you wanted. And him? He was just some business student who coincidentally was friends with Gojo. He didn't even like those parties. He attended each and every one of them in the hopes of your gaze catching his, even if it's just for a second.
"Yo, Kenny, dude! What're you doing here at this hour?", a shiteating grin spread across Gojo's face as he waved over to Nanami. Great. Exactly who he had wanted to see right now.
"I just dropped something off", he grumbled back, voice gruff as he looked over at Satoru. They had met in elementary school where Kento would always stand up for Satoru when classmates picked on him. In highschool things shifted and those same girls that used to bully him were suddenly swooning over the whitehaired boy. Yet he still stook to Kento. They went to parties together- or rather, Gojo dragged his friend along.
His image of the "Dad of the friendgroup" formed around that time. And even now, in college Satoru still wouldn't let Nanami catch a break. Kento silently cursed him for ever introducing him to you.
"Yeahhh, sure. Nanami Kento coming here just to drop off something? Please, I'm not that dumb. Spit it out, blondie. You're here because of her, aren't ya?" Gojo drawled, making Nanami regret ever defending him in elementary.
"It's none of your business, you know? Maybe I just wanted to make sure Toji didn't try selling Megumi on Ebay again", he gave back coldly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
"He didn't, we made him delete the app after last time." Gojo sighed heavily, like the denial of information was physically hurting him. "Alright blondie. But if ya ever need a wingman, hit me up. Just sayin. I know her reeaally well" He winked at Nanami before finally walking off, leaving a pit in Kento's stomach. Really well? What was that supposed to mean?
Sure, Gojo slept with a ton of women. But you? Kento had never seen that coming. It had always felt like Gojo would rather fuck Suguru than you.
Maybe he was just leaning into it too much. Yet as he was leaving the frathouse a few minutes later, he couldn't help but glance back at your window once more, part of him hoping to see your silhouette, your eyes or anything. But he was met with nothing but the posterclad walls of your room.
༘*
You overslept the next day. Classic. You woke up to the sound of some girl leaving Sukuna's room with him already long gone. After casting a glance at the clock on your phone you immediately scrambled up, grabbing the first books you could find on your floor and putting them into your way too small shoulderbag. You put your hair in a messy updo and after putting on some clothes and lipgloss you stormed out of the frathouse, tossing a pillow at a sleeping Toji on your way out.
After a five minute walk you reached the University campus. Class had already started long ago, yet you knew better than to just skip the entire thing. Earning a very disapproving glance from Professor Yaga you slid into your seat next to Yuki. There was only half an hour left until the lecture would end. Who liked economics class anyway?
You only attended for one reason. Your eyes roamed the classroom before lingering on Nanami's broad back a few rows in front of you. His blonde hair was as styled as always, he was wearing one of his beige quarterzips, a coffee on his desk.
Before that one party you had never attended this class. But ever since really noticing Kento- you were using every opportunity you could to see him, even if it meant you had to listen to Professor Masamichi Yaga talk about the most boring stuff you'd ever witnessed.
"You eyeing up blondie again?", Yuki whispered next to you, earning a scowl from your side.
"What, can't I enjoy the view? Dont't act like you aren't staring at Shoko's ass", you shot back, successfully shutting her up- for now.
As you stared at Nanami like some creep, rolling your pen between your lips absentmindedly.
A repeated mention of your name ripped you out of your trance. Professor Yaga was looking at you expectantly, some other people also glancing your direction now.
An awkward chuckle escaped you as you cleared your throat. "Sorry, could you repeat that?", you asked, batting your long lashes.
The older man just rolled his eyes.
"Your homework, Miss. Did you do it?", he repeated, gruff voice lacking the usual patience.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "No, I forgot. Sorry, sir."
Yaga just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose disapprovingly.
"Of course", he muttered quietly, sighing like just having this conversation was draining to him.
"You'll be failing this class if you don't start paying attetion already. Miss Yuki, help your friend out, would you?"
Yuki grumbled something under her breath while you just rolled your eyes, starting to doodle some little hearts all over your notes. As if. Yuki didn't understand shit herself.
Once the lecture finally concluded Yuki and Shoko pulled you towards the cafeteria. Gojo, your brother and some of the other frat guys were at your usual table. Sukuna was throwing pieces of bread at Toji's wide open mouth, cracking up whenever the mountain of a man didn't catch them.
A small smile grazed your lips when Gojo started waving at you almost aggressively, jumping up from his seat to make his way over to you.
"No way. Am I imagining things or did you just walk out of Yaga's class?", he fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart, earning a scoff from you.
"Oh, shut it, Toru. I'm gonna fail if I don't go, that's all", you grumbled back to which Satoru just raised his eyebrows.
"You sure?", he leaned in close, his lips inches from the shell of your ear. "Because from what I've gathered you only started going there after you hung out with blondie at that party not long ago."
Nanami was tired, exhausted even. He had barely gotten any sleep all night, vivid memories of your delicate skin, your astonishingly beautiful smile haunting him in the sweetest way possible while he rolled from one side to the other, wishing for it to stop.
Now, listening to Yu Haibara rant about how rude that Naoya guy from geography allegedly was, he made his way towards the campus cafeteria. Sure, food absolutely sucked there, but it was affordable enough for no one to care.
"I'm telling you, he's a misogynistic bum!", Haibara exclaimed, pushing open the big door.
Nanami just sighed, averting his gaze from his best friend just to be met with the sight of Gojo all but towering over you, his mouth far too close to your face to seem accidental. And then there was that achingly sweet blush that had crept onto your cheeks as you glanced down, mumbling something he couldn't quite make out from afar.
"It's not like that. He obviously doesn't even want me. I mean, have you seen him? He's like so put together and everything. I'd just ruin that for him", you mumbled back to Gojo when you suddenly saw Nanami and Haibara come in. Fuck.
Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he have to look so devastatingly handsome?
Those sinfully hot glasses low on the sharp bridge of his nose, sharp jawline seemingly cutting through the space between you, those caramel brown orbs meeting yours briefly before flicking back to Haibara who was already waving in your and Gojo's direction.
Nanami was quiet as he came up to you with Yu, avoiding your glance best he could. Your words were still ringing in his head. Not even your type his ass.
Your eyes lingered on his muscular figure just a little longer, remembering how he looked the morning after that one party, the way his muscles had been illuminated by the morning glow so beautyfully that it had robbed your breath for a while.
"Well if it isn't my man Kenny!", Gojo exclaimed, throwing an arm around Nanami's tense shoulder. "You know what, you and Yu should absolutely come to our party this friday. Frathouse, eleven pm, got it? And wear something hooot"
The white haired man winked at Haibara who nodded along eagerly while Nanami just rolled his eyes.
"I'll be busy", he stated simply, adjusting his slightly rolled up sleeves, veins flexing on his surprisingly toned forearms.
Gojo frowned, rolling his azure eyes.
"Come onnn. I promise there'll be lots of smoking hot chicks there. And when I say hot, I mean vulcanic level hot", he added, throwing a not so sly glance in your direction. What should've been him trying to get Nanami to look at you turned oh so wrong.
Kento just raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "I'll think about it", he grumbled, a pit forming in his stomach as Gojo kept glancing over at you. Great. Could that bastard make it any more obvious he wanted you?
"You better", Gojo called as Nanami followed Haibara to sit down by Shoko and the others.
Satoru, completely oblivious to the thoughts running through Kento's head, turned around, holding up a thumbs-up with that shiteating grin of his plastered all over his face.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, still the feeling of a small victory lingered. He was going to be at the party. Probably. Hopefully.
༘*
Nanami was running late. For the first time since third grade, he was actually anxious of missing an event, immense pressure on his broad shoulders as he rushed over campus. The party had started long ago, the first stories filling his instagram feed, pictures of you posing with Shoko and Utahime. Just the sight of you in that short dress had been enough to make his pants tighten gradually.
There was no way he'd miss this.
Haibara had just texted him from the function, asking to get some snacks in case he needed to sober up later. So despite his initial hurry Kento was forced to stop by at the small bakery not far from the frathouse.
It was a small, cozy place, only a few pastries left on the counters.
The words "We're closing", welcomed Nanami when he came in, a small frown tugging at his lips.
"Please, I just need a few things", he pled as the woman behind the counter turned around. She wasd frozen for a second, brown eyes widening at the sight of the tall, muscly man in front of her.
"Yes- I mean, make it quick. Please", she added hastily, a relieved sigh leaving Nanami.
"Thank you", he said, quickly placing his order.
The woman stuffed the pastries into one of those paper bags with the bakery's logo printed all over, folding it close neatly.
"May I get your name?", she asked as she handed it over to him.
"Kento. Kento Nanami", he quickly introduced himself, giving her a small bow.
The woman gave him a small wave as she watched him leave, already opening instagram and typing in his name. Bingo.
༘*
You felt alive. Alcohol in your system, adrenaline rushing through your veins, music booming so loud the beat was becoming a second pulse.
Despite the dancing people around you, the men throwing you dirty looks and the women casually flirting with you, your gaze never really left the door. Where was he?
Nanami was supposed to be here, Gojo had promised you that. Did he lie?
Speak of the devil.
Satoru tumbled towards you, face paler than usual, his blue pupils blown wide.
"Geto", he slurred out your last name, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, tugging you closer. "Can we leave? I hafta tell you something"
You raised an eyebrow, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder into which he gladly leaned, his eyes fluttering close for a second.
"Yeah, come on. Let's go upstairs", you muttered, carefully leading him over the stairs, careful to prevent him from tripping.
You knew it was serious. Because Satoru Gojo does not leave parties early. Ever.
The way to his room was pure muscle memory, you twisted the doorknob slightly to the opposite direction of its intended circle and opened the door, letting him stumble inside and sink onto his bed.
"So, what's up? Some chick dump you?", you finally questioned, sitting down next to him on the bed, grabbing one of his shirts from the floor to put it on over the tiny excuse of a dress you wore.
"I think I like dudes", he suddenly blurted out.
You froze. The world seemed to freeze.
"You what?"
"I like men. Especially black haired ones. Especially Suguru", he muttered, facepalming himself.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"Are you saying you're into my brother?", you finally asked, turning fully to look at him.
Satoru groaned, nodding slowly.
"I knooow. Do you hate me now?", he lifted his head enough to look up at you, those blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
You quickly shook your head, wiping an escaped tear with your thumb.
"Hey, hey. Toru, it's okay. I don't hate you, I'd never. You're my best friend."
Gojo just sniffled, shaking his head.
"Am I gay now? I don't feel gay. But also, I know I want him. I'm in love with him", he choked out, burying his face in his palms again.
You didn't really know what to say or do. Nothing could've prepared you for this very situation.
Everything was starting to make sense slowly. The lingering glances, the jokes, how touchy they'd get while drunk. The bodyshots. The gay jokes. The whole bros over hoes thing. The ammount of times Satoru had sneaked into the bathroom when he slept over at your place back in highschool.
"Toru", you finally breathed, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to make him look up at you. "Toru, that's your best friend. Sugu knows you like no one else. If anyone understands, it's him."
Satoru wiped his eyes with his forearm, shaking his head. You hadn't seen him this vulnerable since fifth grade when you met him for the first time.
"I can't just walk up to him and tell him I'm in love with him. He'll think I'm weird. He'll reject me and never talk to me again!"
"Satoru, that's bullshit. We're talking about Suguru here. That man has not a single straight bone in his body, let's be honest. Besides, he'd be a fool to reject you. You're like stupidly hot. Just tell him. The worst he can say is no", you finally concluded, letting your fingers run through Satoru's dishhelved hair, trying to tame the mess just a little.
"I mean, I could do it at Kfc. We were going to go there this week anyway.", he muttered finally, wiping the last of his tears away.
"Oh, Toru honey, don't do it in a Kfc. That's so not romantic. You need to take him out somewhere actually nice and not some run down greasy chicken place that smells like overdramatic breakups and cheap fries "
"Shit, you're right. I am horrible at this", Satoru groaned, yet you just shook your head.
"You're not. You're just drunk and emotional."
Gojo sighed, flopping back onto his bed.
"Could you like, sleep over tonight? I'll even give you the bed and shit. I jus' don't wanna be alone right now, y'know?"
He looked at you with those big eyes that left you no other choice but to agree. He was too drunk to function after all. And high too probably, now that you really thought about it.
Within minutes you were changed into some sweatpants and his shirt, your dress neatly folded in your bag while you lay in his bed, watching him get comfortable on the couch a few feet away.
"Do you really think he won't reject me?", he whispered long after the lights were turned off, when even the sounds of the party had started to dim.
"Yes", you whispered back and there was not a single ounce of doubt in you.
༘*
It was 11am. 11am and you still weren't up? Nanami was confused, knocking at your door again. Weird. Your friends had said you left before he'd gotten to the party after which he went back to his place, surprised to see a dm from the girl at the bakery.
He'd texted with her for a bit and reluctantly agreed to go out with her that week. Maybe.
Kento had then decided to go to your place next thing in the morning to apologize for his absence during the party, maybe finally gather the courage to say something about how he felt, but obviously you were still asleep.
Nanami sighed, backing away from the door. His best option now was to go to the frathouse and maybe find Gojo.
Yes, talking to Gojo was a good idea. If he was indeed involved with you, he'd probably brag about it. And if not, maybe he could actually be useful for once?
With that thought in mind he made his way to the frathouse, not even surprised by the amount of trash and sleeping people he found as soon as he entered.
Carefully he walked upstairs, extra cautious not to step on toji who had somehow passed out in the middle of the stairway.
Satoru's door was closed, no moans echoing through the hallway which was good enough. Kento knocked twice before stepping back.
Shuffling was heard from the other side and then the door flew open.
Satoru was standing there, white hair disheveled, reading glasses sitting on his nose. And behind him, in his bed-
You.
In his clothes. Scrolling on your phone, your makeup still on, hair in a messy bun.
"Oh, hey Kenny. Whatcha doing here this early in the morning?", Gojo asked, signature smirk on his face, like he wasn't bawling about liking Geto like six or seven hours ago.
You froze at the mention of Nanami, immediately looking up. Oh shit. Why was he here now?
You wanted to get up, to run to him and tell him it wasn't what it looked like, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the new girl he was following on Insta that you'd noticed this morning.
She was pretty in a way that made you feel almost bad abouth yourself. She seemed so put together. She seemed like the kind of girl he'd like.
"Just wanted to check if you're still alive", Nanami finally gritted out after that initial shock had passed and part of him had just accepted that you had fucked Satoru Gojo.
He had closed the door before he would be forced to watch any longer, to see any more of how comfortable you were with that fucker.
And for once in his life Nanami Kento was driven by emotions, not facts as he pulled out his phone, texting the bakery girl to meet him in the park.
༘*
"Satoru, I'm fucked. He thinks we're together! Did you see how he looked at me? Fuck, I'm never gonna find love!"
Your face was buried in Gojo's pillow as you groaned, annoyed by both Gojo's constant pacing around the room and the obvious fatality of your current situation.
"Fuck. I mean, maybe it's not that deep? I know he likes you and he probably should know us enough to know we'd never actually fuck. And he's like really smart so-"
"Satoru, I'm in your bed after a party in your clothes and we both look like a mess. It looks like we rawdogged all night and there's no way of denying that", you groaned, running a hand over your face.
"Fuck. This is bad. Y'know what, I'm gonna look if he's still here. I can fix this", Gojo muttered, leaving you alone in his room. All alone with your mind racing.
You felt like you screwed up so bad as youpulled out your phone again, going onto the girl's instagram page for the third time today.
Her page was organized, a color scheme following through all her posts. Pictures of pastries, bunnies, books and libraries. The polar opposite of your account, every picture booming with life, bodies, sweat and loud music.
This felt like something Nanami should have. Like something he'd have if he cared about social media appeal. His account was private with no profile picture, a handful of followers and not a single post.
His bio was his age and that was it. Why did he have to be so damn nonchalant online?
The door flew open again, a breathless Gojo standing there, shaking his head.
"He left already. I couldn't even see him from the street", he panted, running a hand through his snowy hair.
You sighed, turning off your phone.
"So what now?"
"I mean, we could just tell him. Orrrr we throw a party this weekend. And you invite him personally. But the twist is, it's not a party! It's a romantic dinner for the two of you where you can clear everything up!", he announced proudly, earning a small scoff from you.
"That's so stupid. Why would anyone ever do that?"
Not even half an hour later the first concepts for said fake party were being planned a very much grinning Satoru working out how you'd have to ask Nanami in order to really convince him after all that happened.
At the same time Nanami was in a small cafe not far from campus, a cup of tea right in front of him as he listened to the girl from the bakery rant about her life.
She was well educated, though a little older than him. She came from a very hardworking family, the bakery being passed down for generations until she managed to land contracts in order to make it a bakery chain.
And yes, she was pretty. But she wasn't you.
And it felt so so wrong watching her get all excited about everything he said, while deep down he knew he was imagining it was you sitting there, not her. Never her.
But the pain still sat deep. You hooked up with his friend. Satoru, who knew he liked you, still couldn't keep it in his pants.
Or hd this been going on for longer? Had the two of you been a thing even before Nanami decided to fall for you?
"Kento? Are you even listening to me?", the girl's voice snapped him out of it as he quickly adjusted his glasses.
"Yes, sorry. Could you repeat what you just said?", he offered, clearing his throat.
She sighed, her slender fingers playing with a strand of her hair absentmindedly.
"Your family. I wanted to know if you're close to them", she repeated calmly.
Kento nodded quickly, taking another sip from the warm liquid in front of him.
"My parents always travelled a lot, hence to why I spent most of my childhood living with my Grandparents. My Grandfather is a Danish man, so I used to live there for some time. Eventually I started going to school here, so I don't see them as often anymore"
"Wait, so you speak Danish?"
"A little", he muttered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He hated that question, already mentally preparing himself for the well known 'say something in Danish'.
"That's dope. My family's roots are in Louisiana, but we have a lot of relatives in Africa as well", she gave back, flashing him that pretty smile.
But she wasn't you.
And she never would be. No matter how hard he tried to imagine it was you sitting there. But you were with Gojo. Of course you were. All the girls were with Gojo.
༘*
It was late in the evening when the idea to check your messages one more time hit you. The half gameplan, half invitation for all the fratbrothers had been sent out, yet so far no one besides Geto and Sukuna even read it, so checking up again sounded like one hell of a good plan.
Choso had reacted with a thumbs up to your message, Shiu left you on read and Toji's didn't even deliver yet. Great.
Gojo meanwhile had been spamming you with romantic dinner ideas, inspirational quotes, songs to lower your cortisole level along of a video of him lipsynicing 67 on a merry rizzmas in his car in front of a Kfc.
You clicked through the messages mindlessly, saving a shirtless snap from Sukuna in chat before going on Instagram for one final time. You had some notifications, mostly reels Shoko sent you as well as a few likes on your most recent post, a photo dump of the most recent frat party. The intrusive thoughts got ahold of you as you went onto the account of the girl Nanami started following again.
Nothing had changed at first glance. Same posts, same username, same bio. But she did have a new story. You clicked onto it without thinking twice just to be met with a perfectly angled shot of a table, two cups of tea and a croissant on the dark wood. At first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary until you zoomed in on the hand holding one of the cups.
Your heart sunk. That was Nanami's hand. You didn't even need to look twice. His watch, and below the cup his username in a tiny white font.
Did they seriously go on a date?
You couldn't blame him as much, you did spend the night in Gojo's room, but the same day? Seriously? You thought you'd be at least a little harder to get over.
Suddenly your door flew open with so much force for a second you were scared it was gonna fly of its hinges.
"I KISSED YOUR BROTHER!", Satoru's voice yelled as he slammed the door shut, not giving you any more time to overthink anything as he plopped down onto your bed next to you, grabbing your wrists with both hands.
"I kissed him", he repeated in a slightly shaky voice, eyes wide.
"No way. How'd that happen?", you managed to laugh out, shaking your head in disbelief.
"We were out in the town after Kfc", Gojo started, sitting up straight, "And then there was some plant hanging by a wall. And I asked him if that counts as a mistletoe and then he stepped beneath it and said yes so I kissed him and next thing I know we're like making out with tongue and everything and I'm like sooo hard, sorry you didn't need to know that"
You couldn't believe it. Your brother and your best friend kissed. So instead of saying something your arms wrapped around Satoru instead, tightly hugging him.
"I told you he liked dudes!", you mumbled into his shoulder as the white haired man nodded eagerly.
"I owe you big time now. If you ever need like anything tell me immediately, alright?"
༘*
Nanami stared at the text on his phone. Simple, few emojis used, but there was a little heart at the end. A personal invitation to a party from you. He read over it once again, just in case he'd imagined something.
(name) Geto: Heyyy, you should totally come to the party this Saturday!!! Looking forward to see youuu ♡♡
You had probably sent this to everyone you knew, he figured. He'd ask Haibara first thing in the morning, actually.
He sighed, inclining his seat just enough to look out his window, catching a glimpse of campus not too far away, faint lights coming from a few windows.
Kento ran a hand through his blonde hair, messing up the strands even more than they already were after a long day of studying for his upcoming exams as well as going out on that damn date.
The girl from the bakery had texted him once or twice after the date, all her messages were met with a quite dry reply.
The dramatic antics of wanting to get back at you for hooking up with Gojo had worn off, replaced by the clarity of you being a grown woman who could do whatever you wanted, so he had no business pretending he had some claim on you just because he'd been yearning for you for years.
Nanami let his glasses slide off the bridge of his nose, setting them down onto his nightstand as he finally rose from his chair.
It was far too late already and he had classes early the next day.
Just before going to bed he typed a quick "I'll think about it" to reply to your invitation and then went to sleep, not knowing his far too nonchalant response had you all but hyperventilating a few blocks away.
༘*
"What if he won't show up?"
"He will, I'm telling you! That man is so whipped for you!", Gojo argued back, lighting the final candle in the kitchen of the frathouse.
"He said he'd think about it and never texted me again afterwards! I bet he has better things to do anyway, like go on a date with that girl again. I'm telling you, there's no way he's showing up!", you grumbled, adjusting your hair in the mirror. You looked great today, at least you knew that.
It was Saturday and the alledged party was supposed to start in half an hour and you still hadn't heard anything from Kento. At first it had seemed like nonchalance. Then, slowly, it appeared more and more like.. rejection? Was he actually rejecting you? Because it definitely felt like he was.
"He'll show up. I promise", Gojo muttered, grabbing his jacket and swinging it over his shoulder.
"Call me if anything happens, alright?", he added quietly, giving you a reassuring smile before heading outside.
You sighed, sat down and started waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Minutes slowly became longer until a glance at the clock told you you'd been sitting here for two hours straight.
Normally it wasn't weird to show up this late to a party. But this was Nanami Kento. That man hadn't been late for anything in his life, ever. So why would he be now all of a sudden?
Why wasn't he here, damnit?
That wasn't how it was supposed to go.
The bitter feeling clawed at you as you got up, taking out your phone with shaky hands, dialing Gojo's number.
"What's up? You out of wiener wrappers already?", his teasing voice came from the other line once he finally picked up.
"He didn't come, Toru", you muttered, voice far shakier than you'd intended for it to sound. You could basically hear his grin dropping as he cleared his throat.
"Hey, don't mind him. I'll come over in twenty and then we'll watch a movie or something, alright? Screw him and that busy businessman attire. He doesn't know what he's missing out on"
You could just nod along, the lump in your throat getting bigger until every time you swallowed it seemed to hurt.
"Okay", you finally croaked out, hanging up before he could hear how bad our voice was actually quivering.
Gojo Satoru stared at his phone for a few seconds after you hung up, taking a deep breath as he considered his options.
He could go back to the Frathouse and watch that movie. Or he could do the reckless thing. The Gojo thing. One glance at the sleeping Suguru next to him made him finally decide.
He grabbed the spare keys to Nanami's apartment, slipping into his designer sneakers.
He was going to play cupid if he had to. Screw this whole miscommunication.
The walk to Kento's place was a haze, his mind only really snapping back to reality when he already stood in the blonde man's kitchen, eyes locked onto Nanami who stood there oh so cluelessly.
"Why the hell are you here?", Gojo asked first, crossing his arms.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?",Nanami retored, but Satoru was not having any of that.
"Why didn't you come to that party? Didn't she invite you?", he demanded, leaning against Nanami's fridge.
"She did. But I figured it'd be better for all of us if I didn't attend."
"And why's that?"
"I know you and her are a thing, Satoru. But I also know I'm not going to get over her so soon. So I'd rather not get between tha-"
"Kenny, I'm gay. I cracked her brother like an hour ago. She slept in my room that day because I was drunk and overwhelmed."
Nanami was speechless for once. Gojo liked Geto?
Suddenly everything made sense.
"Fuck", Kento cursed quietly, running a hand over his face.
"It's not a party, Nanami. It was supposed to be a surprise dinner for just the two of you. Stupid, I know. It was my idea and shit. But if you really want her as much as I think you do, go. Go and talk to her before it's too late", Gojo finished his grand speech, feeling a sense of pride blooming in his chest when Kento nodded, grabbing his coat from a chair.
"Go and get her!", he cheered after Nanami, opening the man's fridge and helping himself to some mochi he found. He deserved it.
༘*
The bottle of expensive wine felt unnecessarily heavy in your hand as you put it back into the drawer that Gojo had pulled it from earlier. You'd given up. He was not coming and maybe it was your fault. No, it was your fault. Ever since that kiss you'd been screwing up everything. You were just so overwhelmed, feeling all of this for the first time.
Usually you didn't fall for people. So why was he any different?
You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, freezing.
Your mascara was slightly smudged, eyes just a little puffy from the tears you'd shed, comparing yourself to that girl online again. Maybe he was with her right now.
Maybe he was making her food, maybe they were already in bed and she got to feel his body pressing up against hers.
Maybe she'd get to taste those soft lips you couldn't forget. Matter of fact, maybe she was tasting them right now.
The sudden sound of the door flying open startled you, snapping you back to reality.
"Toru?", you called, voice still a little shaky.
But the man that walked into the kitchen, eyes wide behind thin frames, hair disshelved and coat unbuttoned wasn't Satoru.
"Kento? What are you do-"
His lips were on yours before you could say anything.
It was almost gentle at first, like he wasn't so sure if he could just do this. But god, did he want to. So when a soft sigh escaped you and your lips started moving back against his so sweetly, all his restraints broke.
He kissed you like he was starving, which he pretty much was, mouth messily clashing against yours, drawing more of those sweet sounds from you.
"'m so sorry", he managed to slur out against your lips, teeth grazing your bottom lip as his heavy hands fell onto your waist, crushing your body against his with a little too much fervor, a gasp escaping you as his lips were crashing onto yours again.
"I should've- fuck, should've come on time", he muttered, one hand gliding up your back until it could grab the back of your head softly, angling your head to get a better angle of your mouth.
Your fingers were tangled in the soft strands of his hair, nose brushing against his as he went in closer, his tongue invading your warm mouth hesitantly until it met yours.
After that it was just pure filth, tongues clashing, spit dribbling down your chin which he greedily licked up before letting his tongue dive back into your warm mouth, moaning softly when you tugged him even closer.
There were no words needed right now. Just feeling him, so close, so real was enough.
And him? He was losing his mind.
He was painfully hard, throbbing erection straining against the zipper of his pants. Yet the ecstasy of having you like this, having you against him after weeks of pining made him almost numb to the almost painful pulsing.
"Why didn't you come earlier?", you managed to gasp out against his mouth, your eyes slowly opening as you felt him pull back.
His face was mere inches away from yours, glasses sitting crooked on the sharp bridge of his nose, lips all swollen from kissing you.
"I thought I'd be doing both of us a favor. I was so stupid, god I actually thought you were with Gojo. I didn't want to get in the way of that somehow", he finally admitted, a slight rasp to his voice. His calloused fingers brushed your hair behind your ear gently, lingering on your cheek for just a second longer.
You didn't really know what to say. Instead you just stood there, soft blush tinting your cheeks, lips plup and bitten, mascara still smudged.
"What about the girl that works at that bakery?", you suddenly blurted out. His expression faltered for a second as he sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up.
"I went on a date with her to try and distract myself from you. It didn't work. We stopped talking days ago", he said truthfully, not moving away.
You nodded slowly, your fingers splaying over the planes of his shoulders.
"Why do we always kiss when the party's over?", you muttered as he leaned in closer again, soft huff of laugh leaving him, his forehead resting against yours.
"I don' t know. But I do know that I'm not going to run this time. I'm in love with you and I was too scared to accept it. There's worlds between us, but still, I hope you can give me a chance anyways"
A soft chuckle of disbelief left you at his words. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss him again, softer this time.
"I'm in love with you too, Ken. And it's terrifying", you admitted quietly.
Nanami sighed, pressing his lips to your jaw. "We'll figure this out", he promised against your skin. "For now let's head to bed. It's late"
Only then did you realize how tired you were. The sun would be going up in a few hours already.
The walk back to Nanami's apartment was a daze, his warm hand resting on your lower back at all times, his lips grazing the top of your head occasionally. His place hadn't changed a bit since you'd last stayed there after that one party, except his fridge was near empty.
"That fatass actually ate everything", Nanami muttered in disbelief, eyes flicking to the little note Gojo left, a scribbled picture of what looked like you and Nanami, a heart around it, signed 'cupid Gojo'.
Kento's bed was even more comfortable with his warm body pressing up against yours in the dark, arm slung around your waist possessively, his face tucked into the crook of your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin.
༘*
You woke up to the feeling of Kento stirring beside you. Your eyes opened slowly, taking their time to adjust to the bright room, sunlight flooding every inch around you, illuminating Nanami's sculpted body, the lines of his muscles visible even through the fabric of his white shirt.
You took a minute to actually admire the view in front of you, the tall man standing by his drawer a few feet away.
"Kentoo", you mumbled, flipping onto your stomach as you watched him turn towards you slowly, "Come back to bed. 'm cold", you whined as your eyes trailed down his body slowly.
"Love, I'll be with you in a minute. I just need to take care of something", he promised, voice slightly strained as your eyes suddenly locked onto the obvious tent in his boxers.
Oh.
Oh.
You shifted slightly, sitting up on the bed.
"You know, I could help you with that", you offered, small chuckle escaping you as the heat rushed into his cheeks, soft blush forming.
"You don't have to, really. I can just take a cold-"
"Nanami Kento, get your ass over here right now", you quickly fired back, getting up.
"Yes, ma'am", he sighed, making his way over to you. You pressed your lips to his jaw once before sinking to your knees in front of him, one hand going up to gather your hair together while the other pulled down his boxer shorts.
A hiss escaped Nanami when his cock was freed, tip slapping up against his abdomen as his eight inches stood up proud. Your mouth went dry at the sight. Not only was he ungodly long, he was also so damn girthy, a few pronounced veins running along the tan length all the way to his strawberry red tip, beads of precum already forming.
You ran your tongue along his slit testingly, a soft hum escaping you. Kento bit his tongue to keep himself from moaning to loud, his fingers replacing yours in holding your hair.
"God, you're driving me crazy. So goddamn pretty like- ngh, fuck", he couldn't hold back the moan when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue running over his slit once more, collecting all of that precum he was spurting out.
Your hum vibrated against his length as you slowly started taking inch after inch, his grip on your hair seemingly tightening the further you went.
"Yes, fuckk. Just like that", he grunted out, rocking his hips experimentally, immediately pulling back when your eyes started to water at the fullness.
Your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, starting to pump it in rhythm with the bobs of your head. The moan that left Kento was downright pornographic, his head falling back as he tried to keep it together and not just cum into your mouth too fast.
"Fuck, feels so good", he slurred, watching your lips slide along his sensitive skin, leaving your saliva glistening.
Your eyes were shut in pure concentration, attempting to keep your gagging reflex down as his tip hit the back of your throat repetatively.
You hollowed your cheeks, earning another one of those delicious groans that left him whenever he felt like he was on the brink of cumming already. He had to start revising his physics homework just to keep himself from busting too early.
After some time you'd managed to build a pace of his hips moving forward, just enough to graze the back of your throat before pulling back agin and the pressure in his stomach was coiling, threatening to snap any second. And when your fingers moved slightly, running along his abdomen, down to his thighs? Something inside him snapped, thrusts growing snappier.
"Baby, 'm gonna cum, fuckkk", he cursed quietly, starting to pull back, yet your grip stayed firm, eyes looking up at him pleadingly. Another quiet curse left his mouth breathlessly and then he was cumming, thick ropes of white spilling down your throat, met with eager swallows. He thrust one more time before pulling out, a thin string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips.
Your tongue darted out to lick a bead of cum off your chin before gettingup.
"You feel any better now?", you asked teasingly, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Kento let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled his shirt over his head, granting you perfect sight of his muscled chest, the sight you'd been dreaming off ever since seeing him shirtless weeks ago.
"My turn now", was all he said as he pushed you down onto his mattress carefully before pinning you down, his hands making quick work of your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.
"Can I?", he asked as he hooked his index finger into your panties, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. You nodded quickly and he didn't hesitate to yank the material away like it had personally insulted him.
"So beautiful", he whispered, letting his digits run along your slit before suddenly plunging two fingers into you, that first move knocking the breath out of your lungs.
Nanami didn't hold back in the slightest, fingers thrusting deep into you, finding the spot that made your eyes roll back with that analytical ease, digits curling up against your walls.
"Right there, am I right?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your neck, sucking at the soft skin while his fingers all but split you apart and his thumb now circling your clit wasn't helping much either.
"Kentoo-", you moaned his name, hips grinding against his hand desperately.
"Need you inside me, please", you pleaded, eyes filling with tears as he pulled again as son as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.
"But you have me inside of you, baby", he whispered far too sweetly, licking a tear off your cheek.
"Ngh- need your cock", you gasped out, your whole body jerking in surprise when he hit your g-spot again.
"Mhm, well since you asked for it so nicely", he hummed, pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt and bringing them up to his mouth.
"So fucking sweet", Kento muttered while licking his digits clean before grabbing the base of his cock and aligning himself with your entrance.
That first stretch was diabolical, making your eyes roll back as the sheer size of him, the burn from the stretch slowly fading into pleasure as he started thrusting up into you, muttering something about how tight you were.
Your nails were scraping over the broad planes of his back, eyes locked onto the way his face contorted with pleasure whenever your velvety walls fluttered and clenched around his cock.
"Fuck, she's taking me so well. Look at her, fuck", he whispered, using two fingers to part your walls enough to get a better glimpse of where your bodies were joined.
"It's so big, Ken", you mumbled, a soft moan leaving you as the vein on his length grazed your g-spot just right.
He could only groan in reponse, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out to only leave the tip in and then slamming back into you vigorously.
"Can't believe we didn't do this earlier", he grunted, thrusting into you again and again.
You didn't know if you cummed after minutes, hours or days, but when you did, your vision went white, a loud cry of pleasure leaving you as your walls clenched around Kento's cock, that being enough to send him over the edge as well. His hot release spilled into you, dick staying buried right there for now as his body collapsed on top of you.
"Marry me", he muttered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
༘*
The frathouse had rarely felt as alive without a party as it did right now. Utahime was on the couch with her boyfriend, Shoko's cousin, whom she'd started dating not long ago (not without breaking down and confessing everything to Shoko who surprisingly knew all along).
Megumi was on the rug, playing with Sukuna's nephew, Yuji, who was staying here for a few days while his parents were on vacation.
Satoru and Suguru were preparing food for everyone in the kitchen, or rather making out and occasionally putting something onto a plate and calling it a day.
Nanami and you were sitting on the missmatched chairs by the kitchen counters. He was wearing his favorite sweater, hair perfectly styled and everything. A dark hickey bloomed on his neck, ruining that perfect image in a way he couldn't mind less. His hand was resting on your thigh as he watched you rant about your day at school, brown eyes locked onto your lips as you spoke.
There might still be worlds between the two of you, but somehow you can exist between the lines.
A/n: guys I was working on this since like October so my writing kinda changed halfway through but I'm so glad it's finally out!!
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!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
