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🜼 ⋆ nanami kento
cockwarming. you’re his to love. taking care of you. putting you on headlock fucking. tummy bulging. bfsdad!kento. handjob overstim. morning sēx. skincare whilst cockwarming. getting bricked up when you’re aid his wound. kento sings you happy birthday. sitting on his face. giving him a blow job. nanami hates when you push him away. overstimulating him till he’s bowing forward.
🜼 ⋆ higuruma hiromi
dad’s best friend!hiromi fucks you nasty. pervy, pantie thief!hiromi
🜼 ⋆ toji fushiguro
reverse cowgirl with toji. missionary with toji. girl dad toji. thigh fucking. first time with toji. girl dad toji pt ii. deflowering. blowjob. hates when you cover your face. fucks you smart. sugardaddy!toji. olderbf!toji let you use him. toji edging his sweet virgin girlfriend. force you to watch him finish
🜼 ⋆ sukuna ryomen
lazy handjob. accidentally squirting. stalker!sukuna. riding his abs. shower sēx gone wrong. dicking your soul. “daddy, pass me the salt?”
🜼 ⋆ choso kamo
gush on it. publicly fingering you. keep it quiet. loves to play with your tits. holding him down. pervy bf!choso. gamer!choso fuċks you. frat bf!choso. you find his toy. habit of talking to your pussy. plug!choso sideways fucking. fucks you good proper.
🜼 ⋆ gojo satoru
offkey:grieving you. fuck buddies: one sided. soft bath. skin to skin. fucking pink toy. artist!satoru paints you. fuċks you numb. freakiest in the morning. freak in the morning. stuffed with his cock. blows air on your clit.
🜼 ⋆ geto suguru
piercer!geto: tits play. fuck you back in line. suguru love it between your tits.
🜼 ⋆ multiple characters x reader
spitroast: satoru x reader x suguru. challengers crossover: suguru x reader x satoru.
🜼 ⋆ clark kent (superman 2025)
riding him [skin to skin]. fucking mid-air. i’ve got you, sweetheart. tummy bulging w clark. clark’s best friend. riding clark’s abs. clark using his x-ray vision. d so big xxl condoms don’t fit. pussydrunk!clark. c. warming + spooning. clark is a virgin. clark makes it fit in you. brat tamer!clark.
just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:
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— supports trans & queer people
— hates generative AI & capitalism
— supports immigrants & people of color
— is pro-environmentalism & social justice
— supports palestine & all other territories unjustly suffering
your mind felt hazy as toji slammed his hips into you, his thick, girthy cock stretching you out so deliciously. lewd screams left your parted lips as you felt his leaky tip brush against the spongy spot that made your eyes roll back.
"fuck—jii!"
low, raspy grunts escaped his chest as he threw his head back and grabbed your ass. a few strands of dark hair clung to his damp forehead, and his face contorted with pleasure. he was always so handsy, letting his rough hands roam all over you. he spread your cheeks apart so he could see your pretty pussy gushing around his length.
"shit—haah—arch that back for me, baby."
this was his favorite position: doggy style. toji loved watching your ass jiggle as you arched your back, your face smushed against the mattress, and your hair mussed up.
"toji—feel s’good," you moaned helplessly.
"fucking slut."
he felt your walls clench around him, his hips stuttering as your sweet cunt dripped down his slick length at his words. toji let out a small laugh, clearly amused.
"you like gettin’ called a slut, doll?" toji asked, leaving a loud smack on your ass.
"fuck—yesyesyes" you repeated pathetically. you could feel your body going numb as your mind began to run in circles.
toji reached for your hair, pushing it so you could turn your face to him. his jade eyes were dark as he smushed your cheeks together, admiring how wrecked you looked: black mascara running down your face, drool dripping from your chin and coating his fingers, your sweet half-lidded eyes staring at him with need.
"whore."
this earned you a final whiny, cute mewl. as you gushed and squirted all over his cock, your head fell back onto the soft pillow. you could almost feel toji's grin behind you.
the sound of his fingers suddenly connecting with your skin again, making a loud smack, snapped you out of your thoughts. you turned your head back around to look at him and found him already smiling at you.
Synopsis. Yes, it’s his first time getting hit with bábyfever. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out aIive.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, BRÉEDING K!NKS, marathons, p talking, creampíes, matíng presses, mentions of kids, REALLY pússydrúnk JJK men, proposals, ínnapropríate use of powers, cúmming dry, headIocks, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, spítting, exhíbitíonism (Geto), oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Went off the RAILS for this one, whoops-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Santa, baby.
It hits Toji slowly…and then all at once.
And before you know it - before even he knows it - his vicious hips come stuttering to a fullstop. Scarred maw slacking open- gaping with a steep gasp. Toji’s angrily swollen length suddenly swabs another thick wad of creamy pre dripping down your insides.
He feels feverish.
“T-Toji–” your disappointed whine comes out cracked - pathetic, because the sheer stretch is enough to make your lips spill with drool. Sliding Toji’s shaggy black bangs away from his prespired forehead, you’re peering up into those heavily-lidded green eyes of his, breath hitching at the glint of something different. Dark. “Are- are you hah- okay, baby?”
And Toji only jolts.
He only lets his hips gush forwards with an emanating squelch ripped from your puffy folds. Like he didn’t even realize - was out of control.
“Doll…” Toji’s voice is ragged. Ruined. Swirling up a few heavy digits down your teary slit, “Have you ngh- picked out yer Christmas gift f’me?”
You blink, “N-no, but-”
“Then how about a baby?”
A baby?
Your mouth lathers in another bout of saliva at the way that your boyfriend seemed so hypnotized by the very notion. Lips puckering up with a slight tremble in your tone as you echo, “You want a-a baby-”
“Shit-” Toji hisses, calloused mountains of his palms bullying your thighs further and further open. Lightning bolts of his veins track down his thick neck when you’re being so rudely punished with a sodden thwack! against your cunt. “D-don’t say it with your pretty mouth ‘nless ya want me to f-fill this sweet pussy early.”
Toji Fushiguro…claiming he was going to cum early?
You’re squirming your hips down his taut shaft in a way that gets you locked with five thick fingers wrapped around your throat - holding you in place.
“What did I fuckin’- say-”
“I want it-” Your nails carve red, red lines down his toned back. “-wan’ it all ah- inside me-”
Inside - oh, inside inside inside- God, you didn’t know what you did to him. Did you?
“Gonna be the d-death of me- swear-” Drawling out a low grunt at the clench of his cum-filled balls, he’s hunching over to pin you under his full, hulking weight and spit. Straight into your mouth- glissading one fat thumb through your lips and across your sopping wet tastebuds. “When I hngh- remember what that lil’ gremlin called you today I…” Toji gulps - thick and heavy. “You’d make the p-perfect pretty momma f’me, my wife.”
Wife?
You felt dizzy. You’d mentioned wanting to start a family with Toji before - conversations that had him huffing and veering his face away, ears always stained a deep rouge.
But this? What did Megumi even call you that had him- oh.
Oh.
He’d called you momma.
“Heh, ya remember now.”
That’s what had Toji’s head tumbling back as he’s barrelling you overstuffed all over again. Animalistic. Your jaw falls open stupidly when his rigorous inches pump in and out your goopy depths like Toji had no time to waste.
No rationality when his gorging biceps lunge underneath your legs and pin them around his straining neck. Cushioned by Toji’s sweat-sheened deltoids, he’s dragging out a panting, “Lock them.”
But shit- “I-I don’t know if I can-” you’re whining. Every brushing French kiss of his rounded fat tip against that spot rendering your poor legs more and more useless with each sloppy second. Bolts of heat and electricity being spawned down your spine after every smooch of his divot.
“Tch.”
And now, usually your boyfriend would have mocked those rippling mewls out of you until you’re begging him for mercy, usually he would have planted pound after teasing pound just shy of your g-spot to have you listening to his pussydrunken words yourself.
But instead, he’s keeping your ankles pinned with one hand in a vice-like restraint, your cunt glossing out another drenched ring of slick at the way his massive biceps flex.
“M-making it sooo hard, f’me- aren’t ya, ma?” Toji giggles - giggles through clenched teeth when his sweat-sodden forehead bumps into yours. “S’alright s’alright- how do ya feel about ngh- makin’ Megs a big brother? Giving him a lil’ s-sister and a lil’ brother?” Manhandling you to be folded like lawnchair in the meanest mating press beneath him. You swear you spy a translucent trail of drool that tugs down the corner of his curled lips. “Gonna k-keep our hngh- kids all in line like this, too?”
And those words were meant to fluster you - they really were.
But Toji’s finding himself shutter his dark lashes half-closed, thumping tip colliding into your cervix. So hard it was like he was ready to brand a permanent circumference into the very bottom of your melty cunt.
Sloppy - he’s so sloppy. One set of knuckles wrapping around your precious throat to haul you back into every single one of his smacking thrusts. You’ve never felt more filthy-
“Oh shit- oh shit-” he’s spitting out into your lecherously opened mouth, condensed saliva warming you from the inside out. The bed creaks in a staccato when Toji’s muscled body collapses onto his elbows, caging you. Not anymore - he couldn’t do it anymore. It was building up and up and Toji was losing his damn mind. “I didn’t even th-think I wanted any more but- but oh– just had to trigger m’fuckin’ babyfever, huh? N’ not jus’ for one- for two more damn brats.”
Two of his round-tipped fingers twirl around your plump clit and give her a teasing pinch. “A s-son with ngh- your eyes. N’ a daughter with mine.” The other hand nudges away the hair from your face. “-you’d just make the ngh- prettiest momma-”
“Y-you’re such a-” you mewl out, finger clutching for whatever expanse of the silken sheets that you can grasp onto. “-a softie, Toji–”
“A what?” he’s seething, heavy-handed palm gliding down your tummy and against the bruising nudge of where your melty walls were sucking the ever-loving soul out of him. “Repeat that.” And as soon as your stupidly cockdrunken mouth falls open to heed his word, he’s pressing down. Hard. Swirling a ruthless thumb over the rotund curve of his puffy cockhead. And that makes you choke- “Heh, th-tha’s what I thought.”
It’s like he was fucking you both dumb, weeping out a velveteen gush of milky precum every time your walls molded around him. Every time your pretty pussy was asking for something delicious from the very ends of his ruddy tip.
And fuck was it ever when he finally does.
So much - too much sobbing out from the ends of his furious cock. Toji’s hiking up one muscular thigh flat onto the plush mattress to absolutely flood you with drenching splatters of seed that slobber all down every hidden ridge and orifice of your snug cunt.
You felt like your walls were being inflated with every vicious load he fucked deeper and deeper. Torn between too much and more more more-
“Hey-” You’re flinching as your dominant hand gets trapped under something heavy - pinned to the sheets by Toji’s foot. And only then do you register it’s slow dance down to your clit. “N-no playin’ with this pretty pussy u-until-” Plugging into you even deeper to trap every pearly bead of seed, your puffy pussy lips burn with the stretch of his hefty base, the scratch of his dark happy trail. “-until we’re sure m’gettin’ my lovely Christmas gifts, ma.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material
“M’gonna take haaah- care of you, my love.” Nanami’s rich baritone reverberates in your cottony-filled ears and over those saturatedly popping squelches from your drooling cunt down below. “M’gonna- take- such good c-care of you…and our daughter.”
And it’s not just that sternly filthy mouth of his babbling away drunkenly at your cunt, it’s not even a promise. It was a vow and your husband was well and fully intent on worshipping your pretty puckered pussy.
Planting kiss after smooching kiss that made you whine.
It made you buck your hips into a curvaceous arch off the silky sheets of the king-sized bed, painting a sodden drag down Nanami’s handsome features. Deeper. Harder. His button nose nudges up against your sensitive clit. “P-please, jus’ want you ngh- inside me again, Kento–”
Shit- Nanami’s huling body wrecks with shivers. Why would you say that?
You could see the way that made his ruby red tip weep out a few glossy sputters of pre, staining down the side of his muscular thighs. Forming such a glinting sheen that makes your mouth water just as much as his.
A slow, syrupy trail of his cum and your sweet, sweet juices dawdle down to his chin, you catch the way that the edges of his plump lips curve ever-so-slightly into a thoroughly pussydrunken grin. Nanami looming his heated mouth even closer to breathe you in-
“I told you, darlin’-” He sounds so sloppy now. Sensible glasses drooping down his nose, splashed with a few translucent stains. Words stumbling over one another and slurring when his tongue laps up a few pearly beads of seed from just before. He rolls his rugged tastebuds over your clit, “-hafta ah- clean up the mother of m’kids before I…before I- oh-”
And he couldn’t bear it - couldn’t finish that sentence. Couldn’t even glimpse down as another sloshing dredge of cum sobs its way from between your swollen pussy folds.
God, you’d driven him absolutely wild the very second your nervous self had confessed to him that you wanted kids. A mini you. And Nanami didn’t even bother taking off his work clothes, didn’t even bother carrying you to the bedroom as he usually would - taking you once on the kitchen floor. Twice in the hallway. And now-
You’re cumming. Verging over your peak and tangling your trembly digits through Nanami’s blond strands. Hips oscillating upwards in damp little gyrations over and over-
He’s lapping the remnants of cum onto his tongue, you’re watching with a strainedly hitched gasp as Nanami’s opening his mouth widely agape for you to watch the creamy mess pool on his tongue and slide down his throat. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in time with your own throat.
He’d never acted like this before - hit with saturated, sloppy babyfever.
Fuck- you were so ruined.
And so was he when he’s making you wait a few terse seconds, eyeing your drizzling cunt. Before gifting you with a low hum of satisfaction and a final squelching smooch against your peeking clit. “On all fours f’me, my love.”
Shit, it was like heaven.
Bumping into your pussy lips with his rosy head in a shy little peck. Once. Twice. You’re being slathered in such a thick shower of his wispy precum, Nanami’s head falling back with a heaving groan at the very idea of fucking a baby into you.
“A-are you ready?” he’s gulping, more to himself than you. “Gonna…” Can’t even bear to say it. “-gonna fill you u-up. Oh- m’gonna…fuck a baby into ya.”
Just those words make him feel feverish. He doesn’t- can’t think anymore since being hit with the thought of you and a tiny lil’ girl with your smile and his eyes.
And the very moment you nod - the very moment your head jerks even the slightest centimeter in compliance - you’re being stuffed overly full of his solid inches. No matter how many times your greedy pussy had gulped down his size, Nanami was staggering.
All of his swollen, engorged inches massage hidden sweet spots you didn’t even know existed in your gummy walls. He’s spearing open your very depths with a barraging ram, not a single ounce inside left untouched.
“S’that- s’that alright-” he’s gasping from behind into your ear. Hips moving before his mind, you’re being flooded full over and over in a heady back and forth of his pounds. “-tell me–”
And you’re nodding and nodding in a way you’re not even sure that Nanami catches with just how glazed his half-lidded eyes were. “S-so good- fuck- there- need it inside, okay, Ken?”
Oh.
THUMP!
Before you know it, Nanami’s entire body is collapsing their fatigued muscles on top of yours. His glissading abs melting into your back, hefty weight pinning you to the mattress. You’re flinching at the feeling of two sharp canines punching neat indents into your tender neck, a low moan curdling at the back of Nanami’s throat. Raw and ruined, like he was trying to hold it back. “A baby- fuck! Ya really want a baby– gonna be the best mama, aren’t ya?”
But still not stopping - never even faltering.
“Shh- I got ya, beautiful-” He’s kissing down a few flecks of sweat that dribble their way down your forehead, rough hands attaching themselves to your hips. “Sorry m’so- so ungentlemanly right now, darlin’. I’ll make it up to ya, but-”
And you’re being overwhelmed by just how much power Nanami packs into each pound. Every clammy swipe down your bruised and battered g-spot. “-but you’re gonna sit all p-pretty and ngh- take it- right? Gonna milk me for every single drop, my wife- ngh- no wastin’ now.”
Can’t waste - couldn’t waste it.
“D-do you think s’gonna fit?” your mouth babbles without you registering, eyeing down the chalky lamination of cum that coats Nanami’s heavy, thwacking! balls. The sheer volume making your head spin.
And your husband was always the absolute sweetest, finally crashing his glossed lips onto yours with a shot hum. He’s shutting up every one of your nonsensical sentences - because what his wife wants, his wife gets. And if you want a baby…well…
“O-of course s’gonna fit, darlin’- I’ll make sure of it.” His minty breath fans your heated face when Nanami sinks into your pouty lower lip and tugs. Head nuzzling drunkenly into yours like he was magnetized to you, the squeeze of your cunt so good that he just couldn’t even bear the thought of parting even a single inch. “Took care of it hah- before, didn’t I? And I think- I- I think-”
Urgently, that velvety yellow tie he didn’t bother removing - didn’t have the fucking patience to remove - finds it’s way to your shaky hands. Directing you to pull, to choke-
And you swear you hear Nanami’s rugged voice crack when he whimpers. Whimpers. Gravelly and dangerous, and you feel his fat, bawling tip twitch with each word. Roughened palms cradling your tummy - your womb, yearningly. “M’gonna make a mess I’ll hafta clean up all over again, my love…”
♡ GETO SUGURU - SUCCESSOR
“So you see…”
And for Geto Suguru, it’s practically a battle to even babble out those words coherently. To bite back that pathetic fucking whimper at the back of his throat when he’s skimming his pearly teeth along the tender crook of your neck.
“-th-this is your hah- official announcement of a successor.”
And the very sentence makes Geto laugh. Laugh.
Humorless and ruined. Shit- he couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to.
Because it’s already too good to be true how he had you wrecked so filthily in the meanest of full nelsons, in front of rows upon rows of his association. Their heads bowed, breaths hitched, eyes dilemma-ed between looking away and peeking greedily upwards for more more more-
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit - he’s so drunk on the thought that Geto can feel himself drooling. Is this…fuck- is this what they call babyfever?
Softened fingertips idle down your thighs, smearing a messily trail down the leaky spatters of slick that your flooded slit just can’t stop drooling. And he finds himself grinning-
“Ahh- would ya look at that. Makin’ s-such a show, aren't cha?” Geto giggles - giggles - voice reverent in that exact same way that he had been since you’d off-handedly mentioned how the association would need a successor one day. Oh god, it was like your usually-composed Geto was possessed. Gone.
He didn’t even know why he was feeling so fucked-out already. Why his fingerpads were dragging around and around your clit until you were sobbing. Mewling with every sticky plunge of his too-heavy girth into your cunt, “S-Suguru you’re being so-”
“Shut up.” Leaving a stinging thwack! against the curve of your plump clit, “Let ‘em hear- let her ngh- talk to me. Heh.”
And you couldn’t even whine in protest - because Geto’s already snatching a few thick digits to curl around your slacked maw. Letting your drooling lips coat him in sheer drivel and moans that slip through when he plants pound after pound.
He’s so greedy opening his way around, every rummaging jackhammer positioned exactly to recoil against your gummy cervix. Sloppy split-seconds between each battering ram leaving your gooey orifice bearing the incredible weight of him brushing his swivelling tip against your g-spot. He’s nodding and conversing along lecherously to the honeyed slurps! wafting from your poor pussy.
“Mhm– mhm, I agree, ma…” And you’re being faced with a slurping pop! pop! pop! resonating from behind as Geto sucks on his fingers to clean off that sopping syrupy gloss. Savoring. Sing-song baritone lilting up just a notch in volume to address your audience, “Don’t you?”
And when there’s no answer - you are the one being punished with a stinging smack! against the edge of your cunt. Geto’s digits latching around your gaping hole and twirling their way in-
Fuck- the sounds of hurried agreement thundering in your ears from all around you make you keen.
And usually he’d be smooth, suave, private in bed. But right now Geto can’t help tug one rough forearm around your waist and pin your back against his glissading washboard abs. Massaging you with each rut up and down up and down up and-
“D’you w-wanna know what she’s sayin’?” he’s granting a long slather of his tongue up your bulbous tears, humming at the salty aftertaste. “Wanna know what she’s ngh- begging for?”
“Wh-what?” you’re blubbering out, lips wobbly oh-so-cutely in a way that he just can’t help but sink his sharp canines into. Tugging.
And Geto didn’t know why he was feeling so…so needy. He had no idea what was making him stretch your jittery thighs open so wide it was like he wanted everyone to see - to know.
But he has a feeling it’s to do with that idea you mentioned earlier. A…successor.
Fuck-
The notion is enough for him to gasp, for his entire body of hefty muscles to flinch like he’d just been zapped with a zillion bolts of bliss. And before you know it, your face gently meets the ridged tatami mats, and Geto’s manhandling you with his beefy limbs onto all fours.
One hand kisses your puffy clit around and around in thorough circles, the other entirety of his arm curling around your throat - headlocking your lolling face upwards, you’re gasping. Drenched at the bulge of his flexing biceps against your neck-
“She’s sayin…” He bites down on your sensitive earlobe, “-she wants me t-to breed her until she’s overspilling.” And you thought he was done - you thought. Before he’s babbling away pussydrunkenly, head reclining mindlessly towards the front row. “Right?”
Yeah. Yeah, of course, he was right.
It didn’t matter if Geto Suguru couldn’t properly think - couldn’t even breathe just about right now. Broad chest petering out the most heaving gasps from his lungs, he’s making sure every sloppy cadence of your hips back into his leave you reeling.
Leave you yelping at the words cascading from his pretty coral pink lips-
“S’what sh-she’s sayin–” His ragged grip tightens as does his claim on your spongy cunt, “-n-not me– m’kay- she wants me to fuuuck- fill her up. To breed her- wants me to put a baby in her so that everyone-” Those final words had you being lunged up onto your unsteady knees, leveraging the stranglehold around your neck to stick your arched back against his hardened front upright. You gasp- “-so that ngh- everyone knows what I did- all of ‘em. Gonna know what m’doin’ to ya- how I fucked a ngh- s-successor into you like this.”
“Suguru—” Comes that favorite syrupy-sweet song of his - and you don’t even have to voice your words to him. Because he can already feel the squelching hug of your jostling walls, the way you give his thickened base a cute squeeze “M’gonna c-cu-”
Ah.
And he doesn’t give you the privilege of finishing your sentence before a sudden smack! right onto the hood of your beady clit makes you crash headfirst into your orgasm- and Geto into his. Multiple of them.
His overworked cock torrenting the most saturated wads of ropy cum. They’re avalanching into your greedy hole, spilling down the side of his shaft into a creamy ring. Again. And again. And again and again and-
“O-oh–” Geto lets out a raw, guttural moan with your name tacked on like it was his favorite few syllables. The high so strong that he can’t even hold himself up. “Shit- s-swear s’your cunt– so heavenly for fucking what.”
Hypnotized. Collapsing onto a heap of long limbs on top of you, you’re squirming against the tatami floor. The knotted plug of Geto’s swollen base helping his copiously buttery amounts of cum stay safe and sound inside.
Murmurs envelope you two- they’re still there.
You’re jumping at the sticky schwf! of a few goopy traces of seed that slip down your puffy slit, being scooped up easily by a hawk-eyed Geto. Raising his hand up, up, up to bully between your pouted lips and oh…oh it really was babyfever.
He needed to see you with another two little girls that looked like you and had his status of leader. He needed to see you round and glowing. He still needed to see you full.
“Gorgeous…you’ll never hah- believe what she’s tellin’ me now.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “I-inside…?”
Choso didn’t know whether this was supposed to happen.
He didn’t know whether this was even possible. Was…was this some kind of strange new cursed technique?
Because why did it only take one glimpse of you ruffling Yuji’s hair - just one motherly smile his way - for your beloved boyfriend to all but drag you back home the very first second he could.
Shoving you against the cool platform of the front fucking threshold, melty brain churning with nothing but the strange image of you ruffling the hair of another little boy that looked strangely like a mixture of the two of you.
But that was hours ago.
And Choso was still rabid. Still permeating open your bulging folds to watch the slow trickle of cum that you’re wetting down his wrist. “C-can you ngh- take more, baby?”
You’re clawing your trembly fingers down the wooden surface just past the entryway. Wetly condensed gasps escaping from your sloshed parted lips when he treks up one trembly, muscular foot on top of your body to pin you down. “Ch-Cho— how are you s-still going-”
Chosos’s racking out a low keen - the very sound of your voice making his furiously overworked tip swash a fresh wad of precum into your bruised cervix. Twitching with overstimulation when his wispy alabaster ropes lull into nothingness-
“I-I don’t know, baby–” he’s letting his dark head of hair curtain that utterly fucked expression on his face. Eyes sliding ravenously to the back of his head when his fatigued hips plant another yearning grind into your cunt. Dribbling maw slacking open, “I just- I just want…”
You already knew what he wanted - and the evidence was right there drizzling from your drowning slit, making itself at home in a creamy ring of cum down his gyrating hilt. But you’re whining out anyway, “W-want ngh- what, baby–?”
Fuck.
Fuck- he was being ridiculous. Being Choso Kamo knows that you’re simply using your sweet little nickname for him, he knows that. But he still finds his head lolling backwards with a groan. How pretty that sounds falling from your lips.
SLAM!
“I- that-” He gasps. He heaves. Hunched over so you’re gifted with such a delicious eyeful of his sweat-slicked arms caging you from abovehead. Flexing and rippling as Choso’s sloppy cadence grows faster. Filthier. Pound after pound that frosts your tenderized g-spot in thick upheavals of creamy pre. “I want a baby– I don’t- ngh- I don’t know what this feeling is, baby…”
Whirling your sappy eyes over your shoulder to take a long look at him and-
Oh.
Fuck, was that a mistake. Because your dear boyfriend was so irresistible - with his big, dark eyes dewey with pearly tears, rosy lips jutted out in a way that makes him look so kissable. So tired. Every twitch and bead of sweat trickling down his muscles made Choso look like he was on the very verge of falling apart.
But he won’t stop - doesn’t think he even can anymore.
“D-don’t look at me ngh- like- that-” So lovingly. Choso pecks a few pretty kisses down your arched spine, “S’gonna make me cum.”
You’re carding your fingers through thick, dampened locks of his hair to tug. “So do it, Cho–” And fuck, you’re scrambling your jittery hips in the most sinful of movements to meet his jackhammering pace - he thinks he just might pass out. Gulping at the smacking sting! that jiggles the mound of your ass against his toned abs, so hard that he sees his skin rub rawly red. “C-cum inside- again.”
Oh, he wants to. How badly he wants to.
A few of his soft, rounded fingerpads smear along the treacle of excess cum from before that laminate your pretty skin. Swirling and swirling and he’s drawing gooey patterns right where you were bulging with every inch of him, puffed-up pussy lips engorged wide open when he’s nosediving with his thickened cockhead.
“But it’s s-so filthy, baby…” he trails off, lower lips all wobbly and whining. And Choso’s dark brows pucker into the cutest frown when he dances those very same sopping wet digits up to his pert mouth and sucks. Moaning. “Can I really- c-can I really cum inside? Again?”
“Mhm– trust me, Cho-”
And how could he ever not?
Before you know it, you’re feeling the spongy probe of Choso’s fat head kiss up against your womb. Thwack! Thwack! Thwacking a smooth staccato of wet swipes that your gummy depths are branded to remember, syncing up to that thunderous pulse of yours.
“M’g-gonna cum- fuuuck- s’unfair-” he gasps against your ear, burning up. “-this pretty pussy of yours is s-sucking me up so ngh- well that-” Face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you jolt when you feel a hot pitter-patter of tears- “-I-I’ve just gotta get you pregnant, baby–”
Flooding out thick, saturated spurts of his cum that glue to your mushy walls like a second coating of slick. He feels so hot inside swabbing around every nook and cranny, and you’re hit with the sleazy smell of sex and him.
Shit. He was cumming nothing now.
“W-wait-” Choso’s voice grows ragged, his eyes snap open as if in a daze. And you catch the way one set of his slender fingers envelope the creamy base of his cock to squeeze. Pumping ever-so-slightly up and down up and- “M’cumming- dry- fuck! Can’t- I can’t cum dry–”
You’re sure that stupidly drunken reassurances are falling from your lips, but Choso doesn’t hear any of them. Can’t register them. Can’t recognize anything but the way he pulls out for just a split-second. Flipping you over onto your back, you take in the soft crackle of jujutsu when his hazied mind pumps every ounce of blood in his body back to his blanking cock.
“O-oh my god–” You’re sobbing out at the suddenly staggering stretch, the way your elastic walls were forced to accommodate that thickly expanding girth of his. “D-did you just use ngh- your cursed technique to-”
“Yes.” Choso’s wheezing out, chest storming back and forth while the overstimulation hits him mercilessly. He bores into your pretty face, “Yes yes yes yes- I…I want a baby– ngh- c-can’t fuck this pretty pussy pregnant if I cum dry.”
Over and over. He’s whispering out an almost-painfully rasping, “This time- this time this time-” when his achy cock splurges out a few more dry orgasms. Fuck-
He knew he was going to have you all round and glowing - he already knew. Knew he’d make Yuji an uncle and you a gorgeous momma - such a gorgeous momma, with a gorgeous son in tow.
Babbling out these very same words without even realizing into the crook of your tender neck, you huff out a cockdrunken bout of laughter. “S-seems you’ve been hit with ngh- babyfever, Cho–”
“Babyfever, huh?” he whimpers, startling tears trekking down the regal apples of his cheek when his poor cock cums dry again. You jolt at the electric buzz of jujutsu that zaps through your body when he’s hardening himself again. Again. “I like the sound of that…”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Too big? Funny.
“I just put one tip in n’ you’re already cockdrunk?” Sukuna’s rumbling, reverberating snicker echoes throughout the royal court room. He’s leaning back on his throne, basking you in the most sleazy grin, “Heh- anythin’ to say for yerself, brat?”
It’s honestly through sheer stubbornness that you’re finding it in your sugar-coated mind to huff. “N-no.”
The only one he’d let speak to him that way, he’s puckering up your pretty pussy lips around one of his fat thumbs. Swirling dousingly wet circular patterns around and around while another hand smacks his second cock down your sobbing slit once. Twice. “Then what, silly girl? Too big?”
He doesn’t realize if you know you’re nodding - nodding and nodding while mewling out the tiniest, “But m’not leaving until you c-cum inside, Kuna–”
Oh.
Oh.
Overgrown black nails digging neat crescents into the plush of your hips, he’s baring you with a snarling show of ivory canines. Voice shot - rasping. Weaved with something dangerous. “Oi oi- don’t talk outta ya ngh- damn pussy, woman. Use that pretty lil’ head of yours.”
“But it’s true–” Your arms find their way around his ridiculously broad shoulders, cushioned against his plush muscles. Batting your lashes, it makes Sukuna gulp when you slip and slide your grinding way along his extra length. And oh, you already know you won. “-I wan’ a baby.”
And no one has ever seen the infamous king of curses rendered speechless, no one has ever seen his devilishly red eyes bulge out almost comically, mean mouth - both of them - drop in slack-jawed awe. Except you, that is - right now.
Sukuna’s smug mouth gapes open and closes a few too many times that he will deny later on. “A-a baby? My baby?”
Nodding, “Mhm– a-”
But, shit, you can’t finish your sentence - no matter how badly you wanted to. Because that very instant of confirmation makes Sukuna’s fat cocks perk up against your bulging g-spot, magical bolts of bliss sparking behind your eyes and making you dizzy
“A baby- an heir, is it?” He breathes - he gasps. And you’ve never seen Sukuna like this, never seen that special glint of something feral in his eyes as he spits out, “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like ngh- that.”
Curled digits planting just a few sodden slaps! of his staggering second length along your weepy folds before sinking in.
Shovelling all throbbing girths of his dual shafts into your snug orifice, it’s like both of Sukuna’s swollen cocks are fighting for dominance. Jostling against every single tenderized sweet spot embedded into your walls, spearing you open so wide that you can’t help but keen. Stupidly open mouth sinking into the flesh of his tattooed shoulder-
Smack!
“Tch, easy on the merchandise if you wan’ me ta ngh- fuck a baby into you-” he’s rolling his eyes, soothing over the sting on your ass. Bouncing his thick, muscular thighs up and down up and down to jitter your unsteady hips viciously along his lengths. “-how many?”
“Wh-what?” you’re blinking.
And of course Sukuna’s only growling something dark and heady at the back of his throat. Handsomely sharp jaw clenched when with one singular push of two beefy arms, you’re being stuffed splittingly full with his rock-hard cocks to the brim. His wet divots drizzling a painting of pre across your doughy cervix, splurging and rubbing up together. Till you felt like you were going to burst with every kiss of those pink, cushiony tufts of hair at his fat base.
“Thereee we go—” he’s chuckling. Fucking up into you like he was angry. Like he hated you - even though it was the furthest fucking thing. “Look at you all ngh- t-taking the cocks you were saying’ was too fuckin’ big.”
You’re pouting when he lilts his tone a few octaves higher to match your own - dramatically so.
“But for bein’ my hahhh- good fuckin’ girl…” And that gravelling implication makes your glissading pussy greedily slick a fresh coating down Sukuna’s already-drenched shafts. “-how many heirs do ya wan’ me ta breed into this cute cunt?”
You’re not sure what you’re babbling out nonsensically - you’re not sure what you even think, but the monstrous curse in front of you arches a sharp, pink brow. Humming, “I’m thinking- hah- three. At fuckin’ least.”
And oh, the moment that promise leaves his mouth, it’s like a dam is being shattered open.
Because it’s all that he can think about - all that he wants. He yearns.
Manspreading until you’re teetering precariously on his staggering size, two of his beefy arms wrap around your middle to haul your pliant body cushioned against his sculpted pecs. One more veering to pinch your clit and the other- damn, that fourth one.
Acting as if with a mind of its own when he splayed out a hand down your tummy, feeling for the cylindrical bulge of his dual cock spearheading you impossibly open. Caressing. Soft.
“G-gonna have my power heh-” he’s babbling, biting his lower lip to hide a few weakened whimpers. “N’ your pretty features, ngh- and your dumb goo-goo heart and- and-”
And what was this?
Sukuna couldn’t stop thinking about that dangerous little vision you’d planted in his sugary mind. Couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’d look all round because of him - a pretty queen, with his pretty heirs. How much he’d love-
“S’all your f-fuckin’ fault, brat-” Sukuna snaps his teeth, words coming out hot. Feverish. As frenzied as his hips were when they’re crashing into your own so hard that it hurts. Bruising the planes of his sharp hip bones, buttering up your goopy insides until they felt viscous around him. “Fuck- a thousand fuckin’ years n’ this is what makes me ngh- lose- it-”
Fuming - seething.
Because every collision into your elastic cervix has him recoiling back just a haf-bounce. A gluey smear of precum tainted behind, but parting with your pretty pussy for just that was too much.
He needed more. More, more, more-
“Kuna- Kuna m’gonna cum-” Your babbles cut through his shimmering visions of you with three kids dangling off your shoulders, fighting him for your attention. Heh. Hips jittering pathetically up and down to meet his sloppy cadence, your teeth sink into his tender earlobe. “M’gonna- hah- m’so close-”
Thwack!
His fingers smear along the mounded flesh on your ass, squeezing. “S’fucking cum, dammit.”
What Sukuna didn’t expect was for himself to cum, too - sharpened carnivorous teeth digging deep into your throat - for all to see. Curdling low grunts at the back of his throat and fuck-
Fuck, he sees white.
Now, Sukuna always came so much. The double divots at the very ends of his two cocks splurging out candy-like seed that waters your melty cunt until you were overspilling. Every peak of your high being wrung out of you. Sukuna’s pulling out just one of his cocks to make an even bigger mess-
“Oh- ohhh-” Sukuna seeps with the puddle of opaquely milky cum waterfalling from the minute openings of your sloppy hole. Something about it makes him gulp. Parched. Second mouth manifesting on a free hand and slurping a few candied dredges, “I think…I think th-three isn’t enough.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Wifey, wifey
“K-kiss me-” Ino gasps - he begs. And your breath just hitches at the way his pretty brown eyes flood with a glaze of tears. Rosy lips raw and puckered, “Please- please, I j-jus’ need you to kiss me, pretty–”
And how could you refuse?
With your splayed-out palms mountaineering over his heaving pecs, you’re craning your glissading body down, down, down to kiss him senseless.
And shit, he can feel the way your clingy walls hug his pulsing shaft even tighter. Careening his mushroom head to bump up against your bruised g-spot, he leaves a few gluey pecks exactly on the bullseye of your tender orifices. Just in time for Ino’s lips to wrap around your tongue and suck-
“M-mmpf- woah.” Ino’s weepy eyes scrunch wildly together, maw spilling slack to groan out. Like he’d just realized something - just had the world’s greatest epiphany. “S-sweetness, I…” Struggling - heaving to scramble up all the correct words, but it was so hard when your squelching pussy was talking to him like this. Only - only - continuing at your reassuring nods, “I wanna fuck a baby into you- two, actually.”
Fuck- fuck. That’s not how it was supposed to come out. It felt so…dirty speaking to his beloved girl this way.
But Ino can’t help the way that his overstimulated mind was so heated it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Leanly strong arms manhandling you to scurry his ruddied face into your sweat-sheened neck, “I-I mean-”
“I want that too, T-Taku–” you’re moaning. “N-need you to fill me up so badly. Ngh- been wantin’ it for a while now…” Oh, it sounds like music in Ino’s ears and a mantra in his mind.
Over and over and-
“No-” Ino’s rutting his colliding cockhead against your pulpy cervix, teeth gritting furiously with such pathetic embarrassment. “No no no- fuck! M’gonna–”
And that’s just about the warning you’re being showered with, before something hot and thick dumps inside your cunt. Viscous spatterings of velvety ropes smear themselves on your slobbering walls, gummy insides so wet and sweltering hot. Just from those words you’d uttered - Ino thinks that he’d be happy even if they were the last fucking ones he’d ever head.
That shrill gasp escaping from your lips is enough to make Ino groan.
“Baby, did you just-”
“Yes.” He’ll berate himself later for cutting off your pretty voice, head now too busy reeling with trying to scoop up the gelatinous dredges of cum your gaping hole was slurring out. Deft fingers pushing each creamy ring back inside- “Move your fingers, pretty. Can’t let it go to ngh- waste. I-I’m sorry s’jus’ ah- this pussy is just…”
Truly, there was no word to describe the utter heaven that Ino was floating in right now.
And the only thing justifying his words are the way his hips drill into yours. Not stopping. Not even slowing down. His thrusts were so filthy now - absolutely nothing like the measly languid slides you were gyrating down his fat cock. Flexing abs massaging your core, rounded cum-filled balls once more so heavy and stinging against your ass.
No, it’s like something had snapped - something had…changed.
Two rough hands clap around your vigorously gyrating hips, so pressurized that it was almost as if Ino was dying to bruise his patterned fingerprints right into your tender skin. And his delicate voice cracks with a ruined little whine of your name. Eyes sliding to the shadowy back of his lids-
“Th-this is alright- right?” His lower lip trembles, asking. Pleading. Slender hips curving up again and again in a way that had your sugary sweet pussy flaps creaming out drizzly sheen after sheen of fresh slick. “Can I really…”
Huffing out a teasing little puff of laughter, it makes Ino’s pretty cheeks flush even deeper. “Mhm— nothing to hah- be shy about, baby.”
God- he couldn’t even bear to say those sultry words out loud. Instead, reverently gliding one of his palms along your tummy, Ino’s breath hitches at the nudge and pull of his bawling tip.
Pressing down. Hard.
“M-m’gonna make you s-so ngh- full here– spilling.” he’s drawling out, words stumbling along into one another. And you can’t help but have your hips fucking even faster into his pirouetting grinds at the utterly husky tone of his voice. The way he sounds ruined already. “Use me until ya give me t-two sons–”
Shit- when did he even learn to talk like this? It’s like his mouth was declaring those deepest, darkest secrets of his. Oh…yeah he knew it - it was babyfever. And Ino was a hopeless, happy patient.
Sappy pecks being lined up along your kiss-bitten lips, one of his thumbs expertly rummages for the bulging caress of where his smooth, curvaceous head was spattering thick wads of pre. “Think they’ll h-have my ngh- looks?” Head lolling all the way back at the sliding pressure. “Hope they have your haaah- smile, pretty–”
“Shit- shit shit shit-” you’re gasping, wet breaths being drunken in by a parched Ino. He’s greedy - ravenous. Such an uncharacteristically sleazy smile being smeared all over his lips when your cushiony g-spot gets bruised by his rotund tip. “I-it feels so good, Taku- Ngh-”
“Only the b-best for the mother of my kids, duh-” he rolls his eyes.
Oh, his words were so sweet - pert lips grazing your own in a messy excuse of a kiss was so sweet. But what wasn’t was the way that one set of his long fingers spiral around your wrists and pin them behind your back.
And it gives him the absolute perfectly heavenly angle to latch those gentle lips around your hardened nipples. “Gonna be s-so pretty- the ngh- prettiest momma-” Nuzzling his head into the valley of your heaving breasts, his teeth sink into one sensitive nub and tugs. “Have you all round n’ swollen and m-mine. Mine mine mine-”
All that resonates in your mind when he’s finally tipping you over to cum. Your eyes daze with a bleary tinge, tired thighs aching when your hips thwack! wetly into his.
His tired cock drooping out a few more pearly beads of seed that refreshes your gripping walls - before Ino sees sparks and cums dry. Eyes practically smothered white with how far they’re rolling back, sweat breaking out over his forehead all over again, mouth falling slack.
And out of it comes only two words-
“Marry me.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - HEAVEN N’ BACK
“D-don’t run away–” And to anyone else, it would sound like the strongest is begging on his knees. Words crumbling with hollow rasps, cracking into pathetic little whines. “Come baaaack- where’d you think you’re hah- goin’?”
But you knew better.
You knew that Gojo Satoru was just a single more saturated squeeze of your clingy walls from fucking snapping. And times like this, you wondered just how high the kill count would be - whether you would be number one on that list.
As if reading your mind, his staggeringly long fingers grasp around your wrangling legs and drag you about halfway through those navy sheets like some ragdoll.
With an innocently rosy pout, Gojo’s planting a pretty peck against your ankle, whispering out an utterly strained. “Just hngh- look at her-” And you’re realizing with a shockwave that he isn’t talking to you. Not even close. Cerulean eyes so hazy and glowing - smoldering into where your cunt was being speared right through by his solid inches. “-I c-come back from the fuckin’ ah- death n’ my girl’s zonin’ out.”
“I-I’m not–” you’re whining, being pressed with all his weighty muscles into the meanest mating press.
“I-I-I-” Gojo’s mocking with such a sleazy grin - and for a split-second you’re wondering if he’s even realizing what he’s babbling. Eyes half-lidded, barely focused. Sweat-glistened forehead connecting with yours, the humorless grin that Gojo’s plastered on is so ruined. “-heheh, m’not gonna die w-without breedin’ ngh- this cute cunt ever again.” Boring down at your greedy hole, “Riiight~?”
It’s as if he expects your sweet, sugar-coated pussy to answer. Huffing with a dramatic pout once the only thing he’s gifted in return are the most lecherous squelches he’s ever heard in his life. Mumbling, “Got her mouth full– gonna be even f-fuller soon, y’know?”
“Y-you said that already, Toru–” you’re sobbing out, thighs drooping wider and wider open with every withering ram being punished upon your puffy pussy.
He’s drilling into you so deeply that you swear there’s a permanently red imprint of your thighs on his washboard abs. Rummaging open your gluey walls that it was like they were permanently molded around his fattening girth. Thick, viscous sloshes of pre coating your poor, bulging folds.
The sight is so pretty that shit- Gojo can’t help but have a little fun with it.
Plunging out this entirety of his fat shaft to spy down at the way your poor unshut hole sloshes all over herself with a milky torrent of his cum. Gojo’s curling a few fingers over his hefty hilt and thwack! thwack! thwacking! your tearful lips even soppier.
“Look at how much you’re ngh- wastin’-” And Gojo sounds genuinely upset, rosy lower lip wobbling at the frosty ounces of his voluminous seed. “Guess I jus’ hafta breed ya alllll over again…”
Ah, the things he does - the stamina he has.
Well, stamina if it counts just a little cheating. Reversed curse technique currently working overtime to make sure that neither of you are breaking bones right now - though, that’s too late to say for the bed. You’re gliding a hand down the shattered headboards, avoiding those broken springs-
“B-being so greedy right now, Toru–” Yet, every scolding word of yours sounds like a whine as your slobbering flaps swallow up every inch he’d give. “What has hah- gotten into you.”
You knew.
Oh, you knew.
Because Gojo really did think for a few seconds that it would be the end of it all right there on Shinjuku grounds…as if.
Gojo Satoru had clawed his way over to you and he would always - from hell and back. And the one thing on his mind was-
“A baby–” He’s spitting out a lecherous mantra - the same one he’s been husking over and over for hours now. The thought enough to have his sculpted back hunching, his jaw slacking open, a sly drizzle of drool beading down the corners. He didn’t know why - he didn’t know how, couldn’t get it out of his mind. “A baby a baby oh- y-you’re gonna give me a baby, right?”
As if you could say no to that.
Because even after so long - Gojo was willing himself to paint your cute cunt white all over again. He doesn’t know if he can, doesn’t know whether it’s fucking possible but fuck- if he wasn’t going to try.
Shit- he felt so feverish with want and he didn’t even know why.
Gojo smears his lips down yours in a kiss, buzzing fingertips giving your pert clit a ready slap! It’s harsh. Right in time with the ruthless cadence of his fat, mushroom tip marching into your g-spot. “Now fuck yerself ngh- back onto this fuckin’ cock- milk a baby outta me. Take it all.”
Something about his words were so mean - desperate. And as soon as your mindlessly fucked self was writhing a few fingers down to your neglected clit, they’re getting rudely swatted away by Gojo.
Eyes wild, teeth bared in such a base animal instinct. “Move that damn hand.” Rolling one fat thumb over the plump, tenderized hood. “I said fuck yourself not- hmpf- Can’t breed her hah- properly otherwise.”
You’ve never seen your lovely boyfriend ever act like this before. He’s sparking the ends of his eyes with blue lightning bolts of cursed energy. Free hand siding a few fingers right down the cylindrically carved pathway of his rummaging cock.
Gasping, “T-Toru what are you-”
But he only smiles mysteriously, and you don’t know if you’re even capable of handling what he’d just examined at your gooey depths. Rendering you dizzy already.
But Gojo, it turns out, was doing far, far worse.
It’s like his body is overtaken by some sort of fever, a giddy little giggle bursting from his lips. You’re being fucked so hard into the mattress that you’re sure you’ll be able to count the little outlines of the sheets on your skin even tomorrow.
Neat, pearly rows of teeth smirking, “Our first is gonna be a g-girl.”
And maybe you’re cumming - maybe you’re not. By now the nth orgasms on top of orgasms simply leave you gasping at the crescendo of euphoria, your vision halfway blacking out. Gojo Satoru really was the greatest at everything and that included making you lose your mind.
Just about the only thing you’re registering is his fatigued cock spasming deep into the honeyed depths of your cunt. Coating your womb in a sugar sweet lather of cum - once. Twice. Sloshing with every rugged swivel and drip! between your pursed lips.
Gojo hisses when his achy cock starts cumming dry halfway through. And he doesn’t know whether he simply flipped the two of you over or fucking teleported; because when you’re blinking your vision back, you’re finding your unsteady legs straddling his slender hips.
Gojo’s head lounges hungrily behind on the pillows, face tilted cockily up at you. And his massive palms don’t know where to touch - anywhere and everywhere down your simmering body.
“C-c’mon now- don’t think we’re done just yet.” Before finally resting on your slightly inflated womb, still convulsing with tingles of your high and the steaming hot weight of his cum. His hips rut- ah right…babyfever - that’s what it is. “F-fuck a few babies outta me, wontcha?”
“B-babies?” Plural.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Because of course, it’s plural. “I want six.”
A/N. Ahhh honestly I don’t even know if I want kids but…anyways, hope you have a lovely week <3
!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
FIRST MASTERLIST! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 11/11/24 — for my recent works check out my SECOND MASTERLIST and my THIRD MASTERLIST <3
👻 = from my '24 Kinktober!
Men In Uniform Do It Best!
Dirty Lil' Secrets
A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)
I'm Addicted, I Admit It!
Give Me Tough Love
Never Ever Seen This Before!
We Don't Have No Babies!
Like A Fever
Bad Things (To You)
Prettier When Messy!
Care For You!
Green-eyed Monster
So Lonely In My Mansion!
Kiss Me More!
Girl, I Do This Often
Cause, I Love Freaks!
Sl*t Me Out!
Match My Freak!
WAP!
R U Mine?
Hot To Go!
Girl, You Earned It!
I'm A BIG Stepper!
BODY-ODY!
SOOO ANXIOUS
Long Overdue!
THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!
The Family Matter?!
I-T G-I-R-L!
I Lasted Ten Rounds!
BRAT!
She's My Vitals!
MONSTA! 👻
WILD WILD WILD 👻
Bad Bad Boy 👻
PONY 👻
Girl, I'm Into It! 👻
KNOTTY GIRL! 👻
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Madam.
Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?”
In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you:
1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator.
2. Your dear fiancé.
Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you.
Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”
Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.
Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.
The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.
The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.
Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.
AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.
Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…
Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.
You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.
Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.
Animals — Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fúcking anímal when he rúts. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alíve. 👻
Corpse Groom — Till déath do you part…or does it when a déathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the gráve? 👻
Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”
Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.
Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.
Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.
Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”
Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.
SCREEN QUEEN! — To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.
Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.
FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.
Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind:
1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge?
2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?
Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.
My Oh My — Trick or treat! The mean ínmate in Room 6/9 doesn’t want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter. 👻
You weren't trying to psychoanalyze your boyfriend during movie night.
But then that scene played, one where the guy gets put on a leash and gets walked around by it. Choso went completely still beside you. His breathing changed, got shallower, faster. The way his pupils dilated when you glanced over at him was enough for you to put the pieces together, he couldn't look away from the screen even as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow.
He was clearly, visibly turned on by it.
Hell, you watched him shift on the couch, adjusting himself with a subtlety that might've worked if you weren't already paying attention. His fingers gripped the armrest a little too tight, lips parted slightly.
When the scene ended, he blinked like he was coming out of a trance, eyes scanning the room till they met yours, his cheeks flushed pink in the flickering TV light.
Interesting.
That night, after he fell asleep you ordered it.
A simple black leather collar with a silver tag hanging from it, engraved on it in clean letters: Choso♡.
It arrived a few days later, you waited until evening to present it to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, and you just... held it out. Letting it dangle from your finger, the tag catching the light.
His eyes went wide, then wider once he saw his name engraved on the cool silver. "Is that—"
"A collar," you confirmed, watching his face carefully. "With your name on it."
You’d never seen him flushed like this. He stared at it like it might bite him, but you could see the stars in his eyes even then, his breathing picked up again just like it had during the movie.
"You... for me?"
"For you," you said softly. "If you want it."
He reached out with trembling fingers. When he lifted the tag, reading his own name engraved there with that cute little heart, his expression shifted completely.
"I want it," he whispered.
You smiled. "Then lets put it on."
The sight before you was out of a dream—Choso, beautiful and composed as always, wearing a collar with his name on it, sent a heat of excitement surge through you.
When he looked up at you, eyes dark and needy, you knew this was going to ruin you both in the best way.
But what you didn't expect was for him to keep wearing it. Constantly.
He wore it everywhere. Around the apartment, to bed, even when he went out—tucked under his shirt or displayed openly depending on his mood. He was definitely proud of it, he wanted people to know he belonged to someone.
You even caught him fidgeting with it sometimes, especially when he was concentrating on something like reading. His fingers kept drifting up to the collar, tracing the textured leather, tugging gently at it, rolling the tag between his fingers.
Click, click, click—the soft metallic sound of the tag tapping against the buckle resonated through the room in an unsteady rhythm, almost comforting.
He didn't even seem to be aware he was doing it.
You couldn’t help but smile as you observed his little gestures, his brows knit in concentration, hair falling loosely around his face.
But behind this innocent act of his, you would’ve never guessed what he was up to whenever you weren’t around.
Choso would lie back in bed, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his pants, while his other hand moved straight to the collar. He'd hook two fingers under it and pull, feeling the leather bite into his skin, imagining your hand yanking him like this whenever you were close.
His hips bucked up into his fist as he pulled harder with a whine ripping from his throat, cutting off just enough air to make his head swim, to make heat bloom across his chest and face as he leaked all over his fingers.
God, what would you think if you could see him like this? The thought made whimper, his cock throbbed in his grip as his imagination went wild. Would you be mad? Would you be pleased? Would you make him beg for permission to touch himself, or would you just watch him with that innocent smile while he fell apart?
He imagined your voice all soft and honey like telling him he looked pretty like this, all flushed and needy.
His strokes got faster, the collar digging in as he pulled, edging himself on the fantasy of your control.
He came with your name on his lips and his fingers still hooked under the collar, body shaking with the force of it as he glided his thumb over his reddened and sensitive tip.
The leash you had ordered with it came a week later.
You sat on the edge of the bed spreading you legs as you watched him drop to his knees between them like it was instinct. Like he'd been waiting for this part of the day specifically. He was already getting work up just from the sight of you, breathing uneven, those dark eyes looking up at you in that way you couldn’t resist.
You reached for the chain leash and held it up towards him.
His pupils dilated.
The metallic click of the clasp attaching to the collar's D-ring echoed loudly through room. His whole body actually shuddered, like that sound alone had short-circuited something in his brain.
"Oh fuck," he breathed, his voice getting stuck in his throat.
You wrapped the chain around your fist. Once. Twice. And then you pulled.
He gasped—the back of his neck flushing pink as you dragged him up by the leash, the collar forcing his chin higher until his face was level with yours. His lips were inches away and like this you could see every detail of his flushed face. Desperation was written all over it, his mouth had fallen open just slightly, soft whines coming out unconsciously.
"Be a good puppy for me, okay?" you cooed on his lips.
The whine that tore from his throat from your words was obscene. High, broken and so unbelievably needy it made heat pool in your stomach.
You pushed him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him before he could catch his breath. His hands flew to your hips automatically as you sank down onto him, gasped against the collar, the sound muffled and gorgeous.
"Stay still," you ordered.
You wrapped the leash around your fist again and started to move. Rolling your hips slow, making him feel every inch of you, and every time you rose up you pulled the leash taut—every time you sank down you loosened it just slightly. Teaching his body to associate the pull with pleasure, with the devastating slide of you sucking him in deeper, his eyes kept rolling back, hair messily splayed on the pillow as he moaned your name without filter.
"Fuck, please—" His words dissolved into incoherent sounds, hands scrabbling at your thighs, digging into them, feeling the need to hold onto something or he'd fall apart.
You needed him closer. Needed it.
Your hand released the chain and reached straight for the collar itself, fingers hooking under the leather, hauled him up from the mattress, forced him to sit while you kept riding his throbbing length, his arms wrapped around you immediately. The new angle drove him deeper making you both groaned, making your walls clench around him with a gush. The sounds tangling together in the short space between your mouths.
"That's it," you panted against his ear, keeping your grip on the collar. "Doing so good for me."
"Yes—god, yes, use me—" He was babbling now. Hips jerking up even though you hadn't given him permission, you could feel him trying so hard to be good, to stay still, but he was obsessed with the way you felt around him and he just couldn’t hold it in.
He lowered his head onto the crook of your neck, biting, then leaving a soft kiss to the softly abused skin. His hand found the back of your neck, trying to pull you impossibly closer than you already were.
You tightened your grip on the leash from behind his neck and pulled it taut, he whined at the loss.
"No, no," you hummed, shaking your head. "I wanna see your pretty face when you come."
Your free hand shot up and grabbed his chin. Fingers digging in just enough to keep him still, to keep him right there so you could see him properly, his eyes went wide—pupils blown so dark you could barely see the color anymore.
You leaned in and dragged the tip of your tongue up in one slow, teasing stripe. Starting at his chin... sliding over his bottom lip, his top lip, the dip above his cupid's bow... all the way to the tip of his nose.
He whimpered. His whole body trembling beneath you, around you, inside you.
"Eyes on me, puppy," you commanded.
His gaze locked with yours again, looking completely and outerly wrecked—you started moving again. Harder this time. Faster. The leash still pulled behind his neck, forcing him to watch you take your pleasure. Forcing him to watch how perfect you looked on him...
His mouth hung open, gasping, moaning, whimpering every time you bottomed out, letting him kiss your cervix. The flush had spread down his neck now, disappearing beneath the collar, and you could feel him getting close—could feel the way his cock twitched inside you, his juices and yours mixing together obscenely.
"Please—" His voice cracked. "Let me—"
"You know how to ask properly," you cut him off, breathing heavily, thighs burning from the workout.
"Please," he sobbed, his whole body shaking with the effort to try holding back. "Please let me come, please, I'll be so good for you, please—"
You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. You tightened your grip on both the leash and his chin until you knew he could feel it absolutely everywhere—the collar biting into his throat, your fingers digging into his jaw, you held him completely at your mercy.
"Come for me, Cho."
He completely shattered.
His whole body went rigid beneath you—back arching, muscles trembling—the cry that tore from his throat was broken and beautifully fucking desperate.
You felt him pulse inside you, his eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, glassy and overwhelmed, absolutely gone—exactly like you'd ask of him.
You didn't stop moving. Kept riding him through it, drawing out every last whimper, every gasping breath until he was fully satisfied and relieved.
You finally released the leash as well as his chin, he collapsed almost immediately back onto the mattress—chest heaving, looking thoroughly ruined, skin shining in the afterglow.
His hand immediately went to the collar. Fingers trembling as they traced the leather, like he needed to confirm it was still there. You’d swear he used it as a comfort blanket.
"Good boy," you whispered to him, fingers and nails dragging lightly across his chest and stomach, watching his eyes flutter shut at the touch.
You shifted off him carefully, watching the way his chest still rose and fell in uneven breaths. His eyes cracked open when you moved, watching you through dark lashes, still hazy from the high, following you with a look of worry until you settled beside him.
Your fingers went to the collar first, unbuckling it gently, almost instantly he sucked in a deeper breath. The skin underneath was pink and flushed, you traced the marks with your fingertips, feather-light, he melted into the touch with a sigh.
Your hands slid around his neck, massaging it in careful circles. Working the tension from the muscles, easing away any soreness the collar might've left behind. He made a soft sound—something between a sigh and a hum—and let his head fall to the side further into the pillow to give you better access.
When you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, then to his forehead. His cheekbone. The bridge of his nose. The corner of his mouth. Down to his jaw, his throat, right over where the collar had been. You were making sure to show just how much every part of him meant to you, mapping every inch of flushed skin.
He turned his head just enough to catch your lips with his in a lazy but sweet and so different from the desperation of minutes ago. When you pulled back, his expression was peaceful. Soft and so filled with love.
Your hand found his, fingers threading together, he brought you knuckles to his lips.
“Thank you,” he hummed as you played with his hair.
it’s in the middle of the night when satoru has you pinned against the warmth of his body, bare chest pressing against your back.
“pleasee, darling— just.. let me fuck you,” he whimpers into your ear, emphasizing his request by giving you a mean thrust of his hips.
his hardened length is nestled between your slick pussy lips right now. it’s rubbing on your clit so you can’t help it that some moans escape you.
the whole point of this was to just get you wet enough, so that satoru could slide his dick into you. he’d been so adamant about wanting to sleep with his dick buried inside you and today you finally said yes. but now? he’s too pussy drunk to even think straight.
“stop.. seriously satoru– I am not gonna agree another time if you mess this up,” your voice rings out harsher than you intend it to and he pouts, stopping his act on trying to demolish you with his cock.
instead, his hand wraps around the shaft of it and a second later you feel the head press against your entrance. it’s slick from satorus earlier mission to get you all soaked —which totally worked out for him. that said, his cock slides in easily, splitting you open just for him.
oh god
for someone who was so serious a second ago, the shaky gasp that comes out of your mouth sounds a little too needy for satorus liking. he’s grabbing your hips to pull you closer and in an instant he’s completely bottoming out with a low grunt against your neck.
your walls noticeably clench around his cock and you need to bite back a whimper with how full you are. god, how are you gonna survive the night?
both your breaths quicken and for some moments there’s only that filling the otherwise silent room.
and then there’s satoru squeezing your body tightly against his. he‘s probably trying to ground himself before he does anything stupid.
“we should.. sleep,” you manage to rasp out and try to actually relax in bed. but satoru is squeezing you so tight it’s impossible.
“satoru—“
“—I can’t do this anymore,” satoru whimpers out loud. his breath is ghosting over your neck and if it weren’t already for how devastated he sounds (which got you all worked up btw), you would’ve given him everything he wanted at latest now.
no time to answer, protest or react in any way; he pulls away from you, dick sliding almost all the way out. just to pound back into you with a hard thrust.
“satoru!–“ a deep groan makes it’s way out of his throat and you can’t bite back the guttural sound that leaves yours too. satoru starts to thrust into you with a punishing pace and you turn into a mess. eyes are rolling, head thrown back and pathetic moans spill out of you.
clap!, clap!, clap!
it’s nasty. the way his balls slap against you with every hard thrust, echoing through the room. and the air reeks of sex.
he’s not slowing down, ruining you entirely and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t do anything about it.
“fuck– fuuck! satoru—“ that’s all he’s hearing and it’s enough to spur him on even more. you’re close and it can’t be overlooked with the way your body’s shaking beneath him.
you’re a moaning and trembling wreck, trying to hold onto the bed sheets for good. though, it’s not helping you with the way satoru is ruining you. he himself is way too far gone, somewhere else in his head. all he sees right now is your pretty pussy wanting to get demolished by him.
his thrusts are getting messier with every pound. he’s close too. but he’s not letting that stop him.
his breathing turns hoarse and he’s grunting a lot. fuck, if that’s not hot.
“hmmpf– sato! ‘m c-close! hah— ! I-I’m gonna.. s-shiit,” your eyes roll back once again and a pathetic moan rips it’s way out of your lungs. you’re loud. you’re moaning his name over and over while you’re coming all around his cock and your walls squeeze him so hard as your orgasm wrecks your whole body.
“fuuuck– babe!—“ satoru isn’t spared by your orgasm. he’s groaning and whimpering as your walls squeeze him so bad that his own orgasm crashes through him right after you. spurts of his cum fill you up, so much that it’s already leaking out the sides.
he’s throwing his head back and grinding his hips into you like a mad man. riding both your orgasms out and pumping his seed back into you.
completely done, you both collapse onto the bed sheets then to try and calm your breathing.
finally relaxed you turn your head to satoru who’s still nestled deep inside of you. he’s running a hand through the sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and laughs nervously.
“phuu— that was something. but don’t worry darling, we can go to sleep now.” he grins as he tugs you against his chest again, cuddling you with his dick still buried deep and not making any attempts to pull out.
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ੈ✿ ༘. ݁⋆summary— pothead!boyf!sugu! x blk!gf!reader! both are potheads and both are in their 20’s. suguru woke up feeling intimate, wanting highlights the tenderness and raw intensity of his love for you within the peaceful morning. there isn’t a better way to show his girlfriend that he loves her other than with dick and weed!
݁༊. ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟwarnings— NSFW soft!dom!sugu! x blk!reader! marijuana usage(blunt) high sex! sugu has a tongue, lip and frenum piercing! sugu is a sucker for eye contact! sugu and reader both have a praise kink! makeout session(s)! soft sex p in v; sideways missionary pos! mentions of having a size kink! tummy bulge! overstim! and cock warming!
⋆ ݁₊࣪𐙚wc+an— around 1k+ i js couldn’t stop thinking abt sugu so i hit the wax n got busy! nd i also js want tha sugu dihhh so baaadddd+high sex=perfection! i alr know it(ima virgin)
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thick and thin clouds of slightly yellow tinted smoke sailed throughout the still, bright room. peaks of the sun shining, surfaced bright through the cream paint walls of you and suguru’s shared room.
it was early, maybe around 8:30 in the morning when you first woke up. suguru was already awake, perched up on an elbow resting his soft face on his fist.
his silken tresses framed the sides of his face and back, freshly rolled joint and blunt in hand because he never knew which one you wanted to smoke that day.
instead of getting out of bed, brushing your teeth, getting ready for the day like any sane person would, suguru held the two options in one hand.
“your choice.” was all he said with a sly smile and attentive eyes blinking down at you. pointing a single finger at the blunt, knowing there’d be some typa flavor.
and with that, he reached for the lighter and the two of you sparked up, letting you have the first few hits, of course.
now, how you ended up with your pajama shirt off, one leg tossed over his larger yet slim, thick cock slowly fucking your weeping cunt into over-stimulation?
that would be a great question!
soft whimpers and whines were pulled from the back of your throat as his frenum pierced, bulbous tip softly kissed your g-spot. the pace was slow, just like the beginning of the morning.
his flushed unoccupied hand needed at the plush of your stretch marked decorated ass, helping you force your hips down to meet his steady yet slow pace.
your face was tucked away, forehead resting against his hammering chest, slipping into the warmth of his neck, hot tongue licking and teeth nipping at his sharp collarbone as if it were going to shut you up.
suguru still had the half smoked blunt in his a hand, bringing it to his lips to take another hit before dropping the blunt ridden hand far behind you, pulling you from the enclosed space.
his lips immediately caught yours, accepting the smoke and vertical frog eyed tongue piercing that filled your mouth within an instant. the sounds of your lips smacking and the rhythmic,
plap!…. plap!…. plap!….
had only made your gut curl with something deeper, something tender. your heart strings were tugging from the second you woke up.
pulling back from the kiss with a weak cry, your glossy eyes bored into suguru’s and now you really couldn’t stop the moans.
“mmm—fuh-fuck suguu!” you gasped as he scooted closer, prodigious dick only digging deeper in your dewy cunt, tip jamming into your cervix, earning another yelp.
his thrust that were shallow sped up only the slightest, but just enough to have your eyes watering. “shhh, i know, quiet down honey.” suguru lowly groaned out.
his voice was still thick with sleep and now lust and love. his hand smoothed over your damp cheek, moving to soothe your disarranged curls.
his hazel eyes lit with admiration and adoration and the side effects of the blunt he rolled minutes prior. he could see it working its effects on you too;
mind quiet and fuzzy, limbs twitching and jerking at every touch. sugu leaned closer, lips delicately pecking the corner of your mouth, as you listened to the filthy sounds the two of you are concocting.
speaking of, the blunt was nearing a roach, suguru brought it to your lips, watching you take your last hit.
sugu following in actions, blowing the smoke in a different direction before he put it out.
“hear that? …the sound of our love.” suguru whispered, warm breath fanning across your bitten lips. it only pulled another cry from the back of your throat.
”y'feel how much i love you?"
he thumbed at your bottom lip, opening your mouth just enough to slip his tongue inside, trying to swallow and savor your whimpers.
your body succumbing into him. his tongue gently licked at yours, moving to claim your entire mouth.
his firm, round tip didn’t leave your sweet spot once, just pressing into it further and further and further, to the point to where you were trembling.
your tongue barely worked against suguru’s as you felt that pit in your gut start to fill with oblivion.
you pulled back, wet, hazy eyes giving him that pleading look you made every time, right before you came.
shiny lips twisting into a deep pout and the deep furrow in your brows told him everything he needed to know.
well, besides your pussy pulsing around him when his hips push closer towards you.
“y'gonna cum? hmm baby?" suguru asked, one of his thin brows slightly ticking upwards. his eyes left yours for a second, gaze faltering downward staring at where he kept you soaking, pussy throbbing.
he already stole two orgasms from you within the span of 15 minutes and even now, he seemed like was determined to reduce you to even less.
your head bobbed up and down, lips parting to release a broken, mere, “yyeesss!!!” squeezed from the back of your throat.
your head lolled forward, eyes glimpsing at the protrusion in your tummy before squeezing shut as pleasure began overflowing and overstimulating you.
tummy seizing in uncontrollable ripples, thighs threatening to shut. “uh-unt, look at me.. need t'see you cum."
once you looked up, giving sugu his favorite look you earned a pleased hum and smile from him.
you felt his long dick twitch inside of you once, twice, before the sultry, thick spurts of his warm cum painted the depths of your womb, decorated tip kissing your cervix he continued to rut you.
“that’s it.. so obedient, such a sweet girl. mm, fuck y’re milkin me… there you go hunny.."
his sweet words of encouragement and praise only made you cum harder, pussy draining him for everything he’s worth. "nnhg- love you.. i love you so much sugu, ffuucckk!"
orgasm dragging out longer and longer due to his loving stare and working hips. your jaw fell in a silent cry, back arching into his amber and lavender scented hold.
he breathed out a smile, "i love you too baby." his hips didn’t still right away, suguru kept his pace consistent, fucking you both through the torturous pleasure.
suguru could feel his composure start to slip within the moment, his once stable hips were now jerky.
his hands squeezing at your ass, thighs, before setting on your face, moaning out a strangled, “shhiittt, jusss like that baby, fuhhhcckkk."
with a few more love humps against you, the unwavering gaze broke, sugu finally stilling his hips his meaty arms pulled you in close, breathing you in.
ragged breathing settled upon them, your eyes weakly blinking up at the ceiling, coming to a close. that was until you heard the flicker of the lighter.
pulling back and peaking open your eyes, suguru had the joint already lit in his mouth, smoke blowing, with a silly grin on his glowing face.
your bodies were spent, slick ridden, and still connected together. you already knew how the rest of the morning was going to go.
ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some! (part 2)
synopsis: the one where you and choso have been ghosting each other. which is expected, after all, hookups aren't that serious. right? after yuji itadori drags you to a rugby match, you find out just how serious choso kamo is.
part two of this!
content: MDNI. frat!rugby!choso kamo x reader, college au, modern au, rugby au, top reader x sub choso kinda maybe we hoenstly will never know, established dynamic, pining, explicit smut, established relationship by the end, size kink if you squint, breast play, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, switch choso, wall sex, locker room sex, slight dom choso? maybe? he tries. also crack humor per usual y'all know my damn rodeo by now.
wc: 3.5k
a/n: art by vah_arina! HELLO as promised, part 2... i feel kinda bad abt this one because i didn't really write part 1 with a series in mind but honestly?? it was kind of satisfying and maybe i'll do a part 3 i lowkirkenuinely have an idea. LMK EYE EMOJI. also i kind of have to lock in on school this week so next upload will most likely be porn no plot, but get ready to be TOUCHED bc mama chanel is gonna feed you guys. okay have fun reading this mwah
two weeks, three days, and fourteen hours.
you set your phone down on the library table. it had been just a little over two weeks since you’d snuck out of choso kamo’s bedroom at the sigma tau party before it died down completely. the reason? it was just a hookup. that’s it. plain and simple. yuji had asked you to talk to him, just talk! not go up to his room, play video games, and hookup!
he hadn’t texted you despite you putting your number in his phone. and you obviously weren’t going to text him first.
which was fine! totally, completely fine. you'd gotten what you came for: a frat party, bragging rights, and the personal satisfaction of making a six-foot-something rugby player whimper a little. you weren’t pressed, you weren’t checking your instagram story views obsessively, and you definitely weren’t posting cryptic songs in your instagram notes.
“what’s wrong?” yuji’s voice broke you out of your mind-wandering.
“nothing’s wrong,” you murmured in reply, quickly scanning your lecture notes to appear busy. your pink haired friend, who happened to be the younger brother of choso and your unspoken wingman, looked up from his laptop and gave you a look.
“you’ve been checking your phone once every two minutes. obviously something is wrong.”
you didn’t respond, instead scribbling down something furiously into your notebook. yuji only sighed. “look, he’s bad at communication. between labs and rugby practice, he never even responds to the tiktoks i send him anymore. not to mention he’s never really had a girlfriend.” your head snapped up so fast you almost got whiplash. “what? he’s never had a girlfriend?”
yuji shrugged. “he’s had hookups and shit, but nothing serious.”
you blinked, unsure how to take that information. “right… speaking of, has he… mentioned me at all?”
yuji’s lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile and failing miserably at hiding it. “whyyy?” he dragged out. “you miss him or somethin’?”
you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “oh my god, relax, i was literally just asking.”
“right,” yuji nodded. “so you were checking your phone fifty times in the past fifteen minutes because you were… what? tracking the time?” you kicked him under the table. “i didn’t check it fifty times!”
“you did,” he groaned, rubbing his shin. “it’s honestly getting kind of sad.”
“shut up before i kick you again.”
“oooo, someone’s got a cruuuushhh…” yuji teased, bringing his legs criss-cross applesauced in his chair so you couldn’t kick him again. you only shot him a glare in response and buried yourself back in your notes.
the thing was (and you’d never admit this aloud, let alone to yuji) maybe you did have a crush on choso. it had been a surprisingly good experience, better than any experience you had with hookups in the past. the man had played overwatch with you, taught you how to use the controller, he studied blood, and mothered a bonsai tree in his dorm. above all, in that moment before he’d fallen asleep, he’d looked at you like you’d personally hung the moon. maybe it had been the alcohol talking, or maybe you really did like him.
two days later, your phone was still dry. you’d been curled up in bed watching some shitty netflix romcom when a rapid knocking interrupted your bedrotting. "i need you to come to something on saturday," itadori smiled, materializing at your dorm room door with two cups of dining hall coffee like a golden retriever who'd learned to use a meal swipe.
you snatched the coffee out of his hand. “what thing.”
“the… um… homegamerugbymatch…” he murmured at volume one.
“the what?”
“the home game rugby match…?” he smiled nervously. “yes, choso will be there, but he invited me and i don’t wanna go alone and i think it would be a good opportunity for you to-”
“absolutely not.”
"--and it's outside so the weather's nice and i'll buy you wendy's after–"
"yuji."
he stopped and slumped, then just looked at you with those annoyingly sincere, adorable brown eyes. "just come watch the game. you don't even have to talk to him. you can pretend you don't know him. i won't say anything."
you stared into your dining hall coffee.
the thing about itadori was that he was genuinely, aggressively hard to say no to. not because he was manipulative- he was possibly the least manipulative person you'd ever met- but because it was like telling a puppy you couldn’t take it on a walk or give it a treat or throw the ball.
"wendy's after? on you?" you asked.
he beamed. "wendy's after. on me."
it was unusually hot for october. the sun was beating down on your skin, drenching you with sweat. you were squinting underneath your sunglasses, arms crossed, thoroughly unamused.
“this is some bullshit, yuji,” you scoffed. “we aren’t even winning.”
“chocolate frosties… french fries…” yuji reminded you, practically drooling at the thought of the fast food run you two were going to grab afterwards. “shit, they’re bringing cho out. CHOSO I NEED THISSSS!! MY TEAM IS KINDA POINT-LESS!!!!”
you wanted to melt into a puddle as yuji stood and flailed the foam pointer finger in the air, attracting the entire mid-sized stadium’s attention to you two. choso, in his six-foot-something glory, jogged onto the field, and you had to squeeze your thighs together on the aluminum bench. his tan skin was slicked with sweat, his dark purple-ish hair pulled into pigtails, and his muscles bulging. eye black was painted in thin strips over both eyes, from his forehead to mid-cheek, and across his nose bridge, each stripe pointed with little arrows. you tried not to remember how he sounded when he whined your name, or the feeling of him thrusting up into you when he got close.
his gaze scanned the cheering crowd, then landed on obnoxious yuji itadori next to you. then, it landed on you. you looked away so fast you almost got whiplash. what an interesting popcorn kernel on the bleachers, you thought while yuji smacked your arm. “dude, dude, dude, he’s staring right at you!!” he smiled, “you missed it!”
“yuji. shut. up.” you groaned as the whistle blew.
choso was fast for his size, aggressive in a way that his quiet off-field energy hadn’t prepared you for at all. every time the ball got into his hands something shifted in him, in the crowd, in the bench underneath you that yuji was vibrating on like an excited chihuahua.
“LET HIM COOK!!” yuji practically screeched, and you yanked him down by his sleeve. the pink haired boy buzzed with excitement, shaking you by your shoulders. “come onnnn be excited! we’re winning now!”
you sat there and crossed your arms silently, your gaze following choso behind your sunglasses.
jujutsu uni was up by a lot in the second half when choso scored again: a brutal, clean run that made the crowd erupt and made yuji lose what little remained of his sanity. and this time, when choso turned around, breathing hard, his dark hair coming loose from its ties, your eyes met and held for a beat too long.
he didn’t smile exactly. but something in his expression settled, like he’d been waiting to confirm something and now he had.
“okay, you’re both down bad,” yuji grinned, elbowing you. “you’re welcome, by the way.”
the final whistle blew and the jujutsu university spirits had won. choso was tackled by his teammates, all of them celebrating in a clump of sweat and cologne. the crowd, including yuji, surged.
okay. game over. wendy’s time. time for a chocolate frosty, fries, and more bedrotting in your dorm. you decided to get up and make a graceful exit, and you’d text yuji to tell him you were at the car. huffing as you shoved past cheering parents and students, you realized maybe after this yuji would finally stop trying to set you up with his brother. your sneakers thudded against the grass as you made a beeline for the exit.
“hey!”
you froze, then turned slowly in hopes that you’d compose yourself before seeing him. you didn’t, of course. once he was only two feet away from you and you could smell his musk, sweat, and cologne, you almost threw yourself at him.
“choso… hi,” you opted for an awkward greeting instead. “good game.”
he panted softly and scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head at you. “you were leaving?”
“um… yeah, yuji and i are gonna go grab some food…”
choso nodded. “…oh.” then he stood awkwardly, digging the toe of his sneaker into the grass. he looked at you for a moment. his chest was still rising and falling from the game, his jaw doing that thing where it worked slightly before he figured out what he wanted to say. “can you just come with me for a second? i want to talk to you.”
you blinked. “oh, um… y’know, yuji’s probably wai-“
“he’s not. he’s talking with the team,” he cut you off. “please.”
and there it was: the same “please” as before, same low, quiet delivery, same effect on your ability to make rational decisions. you let out a long breath through your nose.
“fine,” you said. “make it quick.”
his shoulders dropped like he’d been bracing for a no. “c’mon,” he led you back past the gates and through the tunnel underneath.
the locker room was empty, the rest of the team still outside celebrating, the overhead lights flickering slightly before settling. it smelled like grass and cheap body spray and something that was very distinctly male, which for some reason sent your pheromones into a rage. you swallowed your hormones, crossed your arms, and leaned against the row of lockers.
choso set his bag down on a bench and stood in front of you. he looked you up and down, then opted for “you look nice.”
you blinked. “thanks. um… you too?”
he laughed softly, gesturing to his grassy jersey, bruised knees, and sweaty skin. “you don’t have to lie.”
finally, you cracked a smile. “i’m not lying.”
he swallowed and nodded, then inhaled heavily. “i… listen. i’m sorry. i’m really bad at texting,” he started. “i had so many labs to do and then practice was crazy, and also… i didn’t even know if you wanted me texting you, which was stupid—“
“it was.”
“— and you have every right to be annoyed with me about that. by the time i knew i wanted to text you, it had been a few days, and then a week, then two weeks… it just felt stupid to text you after that long. i thought i’d missed my window or somethin’.”
you were still, and his heart beat rapidly. no, not matter how badly you didn’t want to admit it, you weren’t annoyed with him. okay, maybe the tiniest bit, but if anything, it had just been a test of patience.
you smiled and stepped closer. “if it makes you feel better, i checked my phone every two minutes instead of just texting you first. but… i didn’t wanna seem desperate. so… we’re both a little stupid, huh?”
he huffed out something close to a laugh. “yeah, i guess so.”
you looked at him for a moment. rugby jersey, grass stains, the little scar on the bridge of his nose. “so just text me next time,” you took his dog tag necklace in your fingers and gently pushed at his chest. he didn’t budge, only chuckled. “okay. i will, i promise.”
and then neither of you said anything, and the silence stretched out. you became very aware of how close you were standing to him, how he was looking at you, and how his hands had drifted to hover near your waist the same way they did last time, like he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to yet.
“congrats on winning the game,” you murmured, smiling coyly up at him. “i almost thought we were gonna lose.”
he shrugged and smirked. “yeah, well, once you put me out there, the other team is cooked. besides, i had to lock in since you were watching.”
you rolled your eyes. “oh, shut up.”
he laughed and finally let his hands rest on your waist. “make me.”
you didn’t hesitate, tugging him down by his dog tags. his lips crashed against yours, moving with needy urgency. he pressed you up against the back of a locker, wet kisses smacking against your lips. he was already making little noises and trying to not grind against you.
“w-wait, your teammates-“ you stammered against his lips.
“we got time. five minutes, i’d say,” he murmured, trailing his kisses downwards now. “besides, yuji will watch for us.”
damn. maybe he was an annoying little shit, but you had to admit, yuji was a solid wingman.
choso thumbed at one of the buttons on your blouse. “can i…?” he just barely whimpered, and he almost ripped your blouse apart when you nodded. he undid your bra without hesitation and immediately buried his face between your tits, squeezing them and kissing up and down your sternum.
“c-cho—“ your back arched against the cold metal, and he shut you up by latching onto a nipple and suckling, the sensation making your bud perk up in between his lips. “missed you so fucking bad…” he whined against your tit, staring up at you with those goddamn puppy eyes. his fingers fumbled with your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them in a hurry.
your head tilted back against the locker. even just this felt too good. you hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed his lips on your skin, or his fingers trailing up your inner thighs. the pads of his fingers rubbed over your dampened lace, then pulled it aside and swiped through your folds. “god damn…” he grunted, easing two fingers in with a wet squelch.
a whine bubbled up from the back of your throat. “choso, s-shit…” you groaned, nails digging into his bicep. he wasn’t this dominant last time, but you figured he was probably pent up after the game. dark hair brushed against your neck as he moved from your tit to your collarbone, sucking hickies into your skin while he pumped his fingers in and out.
“need t’fuck you. now. please…” he begged, whining against your saliva-slicked skin. “please, baby… been fuckin’ dying t’feel your pussy around my cock again, pleeasee…” aaaand there it was. maybe he could take control, but at the end of the day he was still a whiny, desperate, pussydrunk man.
you nodded, gently tugging at his hair. “cho, ‘m not gonna stop you…”
his shorts dropped to the floor in a second, followed by his boxers. the fabric of his jersey stretched as he picked you up, biceps flexing to keep you pressed up against the locker, your legs wrapped around his waist. he slammed into you without hesitation, practically crying into your neck. “sorry– ‘m sorry, i need- need t’feel you- fuck, ohmygod…” he panted and whined. “you’re so tight, s-so good…”
your nails dug into his back, brow knit as he slammed into you. you hadn’t considered how strong he really was, considering you’d topped him last time, and now each thrust was dragging a pathetic moan out of you. a tingling feeling spread from your cervix outwards, only intensifying each time his tip kissed it, making you twist his jersey between your fingers and squeeze his hips with your thighs.
“when i saw you in the stands,” his voice broke, panting with effort as he rutted into you. “f-fuck, i couldn’t believe- you really came out t’see me–” his pace picked up, slamming you into the cool metal over and over again. “i-i wan’ you– hic– t’come to my games–”
he was twitching inside of you, his sack slapping against the curve of your ass with each thrust. you could feel how close he was. “cho…” you gasped. “i’ll come t’all of ‘em. be your– f-fuck– personal cheerleader or some shit–”
that seemed to set him off. the image of you in the stands, waving some cute little pom-poms and cheering for him in a little skirt? his cock throbbed.
“fuck! h-hngh!!” he whined against your neck, spurting hot ropes of white inside of you. his load was so heavy it seeped out of your hole and fell to the floor of the locker room with a splat! you followed close behind, whining into his neck and arching your back off the locker.
he slumped against you, not dropping you just yet, but relaxing his muscles. he panted against your skin, then pressed wet, soothing kisses to where he’d sucked purple spots into. “you’re amazing…” he mused, smiling shyly when he pulled away.
you actually felt yourself blushing. “oh, stop.”
“no, ‘m serious…” he mumbled, letting you down carefully. he grabbed a tissue from his gym bag and cleaned himself off, pulled his bottoms back up, then grabbed a tissue for you. he carefully wiped at your inner thighs and sensitive pussy, then squatted and pulled your jeans up, nimbly zipping and buttoning them back up. “there.”
he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he stood. “were you, um… serious? about coming to my games?”
“and being your cheerleader?” you teased, smiling. “sure. i’ll get a little kamo jersey and do the eye black stuff ‘nd everything. i’ll get yuji to do it too”
he swallowed thickly, gulping down the lump in his throat. “right, with yuji. i meant, um… like… would you maybe wanna be my, like… girlfriend?” he struggled to get the words out, unable to look you in the eye. he opted for staring at the floor like he was asking the tile out instead of you. his face had heated up a bright pink color.
you stared at him for a moment. choso kamo, the best rugby player at your school, who studied blood, took care of plants, and played video games, basically your exact type… was asking you out. “like… girlfriend girlfriend?”
“i mean… yeah,” he lifted his head. “i mean- if you want to, that is. i just figured because you said you’d come to my games, but i know it’s only been twice and if that’s, like, weird, i–”
“choso,” you cut him off, stepping forward and fixing a tuft of dark hair that had fallen into his eyes, then you smiled. “yeah. i’ll be your girlfriend.”
his shoulders dropped like he’d been holding his breath for weeks. surprisingly, a smile spread across his face. a genuine, warm smile that lit up his dark, tired features. “... ok,” he nodded. “cool.”
“cool,” you agreed. he laughed, actually laughed, ducking his head so his hair fell forward. you hadn't heard him laugh like that before. you brushed his hair away again, and he got that look in his eyes again, like you were his moon and stars and every plant in his garden, like he wanted to put you under a microscope and learn everything about you.
“what?” you grinned.
“nothin’. just…” he cupped your face and kissed your lips, softly and tenderly, like this time it was for real. you were stunned for just a moment before responding, cupping his face and–
there was a clambering and muffled shouting noise you two hadn’t even noticed. not until it was too late, when the locker room doors swung open. “YO–”
you two jumped apart like you’d been electrocuted.
“OH SHIT—”
“KAMO?!”
“AGAIN?”
“bro couldn’t even wait until after the post-match huddle.” naoya smirked.
“shut the fuck up,” choso snapped, voice cracking just slightly as his face went bright red. he turned away immediately, dragging a hand down his face like he could physically wipe away the embarrassment. you were pretty sure your face matched his.
“we’re leaving,” you muttered quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could spiral any further. “yeah. okay,” he nodded, not even arguing, letting you pull him along as you both made a very quick, very awkward exit past a group of grinning rugby players.
“wrap it up next time, kamo!” a deep voice called after you.
“fuck you, todo!” choso called back.
yuji was waiting by his dumbass modded honda civic when you two came hurrying over, still holding hands. he looked up from his phone and immediately gave you two a shit-eating grin.
“well, well, well. that took a lot longer than a quick ‘good game.’”
“shut up, yuji,” you and choso both muttered.
“ew, now you two are in sync,” he grumbled as he hopped in and started the car up. he gave you two a look as you both slid into the backseat. “leaving me alone up here? i'm hurt...”
“just drive,” you sighed, and he shrugged, backing up and roaring the engine as he pulled onto the university’s main road. “fiiine. so now i’m your plug, wingman, and personal chauffeur.”
“and wendy’s is still on you,” you replied snarkily, draping your legs across choso’s lap, at which he blushed and gently thumbed your thigh. yuji caught it in his rear view mirror, and scowled, but didn’t protest.
“alright, but we need to set some ground rules here. rule number one: no fucking in the backseat.”
you and choso both blushed furiously. “yuji!”
“rule number two: you both share your fries with me. y’know, since i set this whole thing up… yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, by the way. again.”
choso chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, then reached forward to ruffle yuji’s hair with his free hand. “sorry, little bro. both of those rules are gonna get broken.”
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