WE NEED MORE SASSY READER!! I REQUEST A FIC OF HER WALKING HIM LIKE A DOG AGAIN PUH LEASEEE I LOVE YOU!!
walking your man toji like a dawg!! (older toji x chubby/sassy reader)
toji knew he was in deep fucking shit before he even unlocked the front door. it was well past midnight, the apartment was dark, quiet so that he could hear the keys jingling in his own hand while he eased the lock open, already planning how he was gonna sneak through the hallway without waking you.
he had a plan that he would take his boots off by the door, shower quick, side into bed, and deal with the consequences tomorrow.
the hallway light was turned on. and fuck, you were already standing there.
lttle nightgown brushing your calves, arms folded tightly across your chest, looking far too good to be nearly as terrifying as you actually were. you were literally glaring daggers at him.
toji stopped dead in the doorway, shoulders still half turned toward the front door, and let out the smallest sigh imaginable. "...baby." he drawled, his voice gruff.
you didnt answer, you walked over, reached up, grabbed him clean by the ear, and yanked him down until he was forced to lean toward you.
"fuck!-" he grumbled, immediately wincing as you tugged harder. your free hand came up and smacked him square over the head. smacking him so much that he couldnt count it. each smack sharp enough to sting his pride more than anything else while he just stood there taking it, one enormous hand rubbing uselessly at the ear you refused to let go of.
"aight- aight, fuck!" he responded, trying not to laugh because he knew itd make everything worse. "girl, y'gonna knock whats left of my damn brain loose."
you finally opened your mouth, your voice low and menacing.
he winced, clicking his tongue, his eyes narrowing down at you. god you were cute, but so goddamn terrifying. "aye, baby...i was busy." he tried to say. hed probably attempt to grab you by the waist and kiss that frown off your face.
you smacked him again.
you turned and walked away without another word, disappearing back toward the bedroom while toji stood in the hallway for another few seconds, quietly rubbing the back of his head before following after you like he was quite literally walking to his own excecution.
by the time he had showered and climbed into bed, you were already lying on your side with your back to him, blankets tucked neatly around you while your phone glowed softly in the dark. the room stayed completely silent except for the video playing through your speakers.
"welcome back." said the video, "today were going to be talking about how to divorce your husband..."
toji froze halfway beneath the blanket, he looked at the phone, and then at the back of your head.
you didnt acknowledge him. you simply watched with quiet concentration, and every so often, just as he started thinking maybe you werent actually serious, youd glance over your shoulder with the flattest, most unimpressed expression imaginable before turning back to the video again.
toji was at a loss for words.
he just layed there stiff as a baord on his side of the bed, hands folded over his stomach, staring up at the ceiling while the woman on your phone cheerfully explained legal shit. every few minutes youd shoot him another long, silent look over your shoulder, and every single time hed already be looking anywhere else, suddenly fascinated by the ceiling fan, the curtains, the wall, anything except your eyes.
he wasnt scared of much, but god was he scared of you.
a/n: LAST POST BEFORE JAPAN YALL!@!!!!! IM SO GEEKED.
synopsis :: dating sukuna was never easy, it’s a good thing it’s manwhore of a best friend came with him, right? (+18).
art :: @/thatsallitchief, @/su2kuna . dividers :: @/cafekitsuna .
1.8k words.
dating sukuna always came with toji. you didn't sign up for it, but everybody knew they were a deal, if you tolerated one of them, you instantly had to tolerate the other.
and you'd found yourself tangled in sukuna's life and his sheets—and you knew that came with toji loitering around the two of you constantly. you were always barely given time to breathe, with sukuna fucking you into a mattress, and toji walking straight into the room right after, rolling your naked body up in the blanket and carrying you away.
it was normal, you told yourself. it was normal, the way he was so used to seeing you naked, the way he kissed your neck when he thought sukuna wasn't looking and the way his hands always found their way between your thighs while the three of you binged movies on their shitty couch.
so you tried to ignore the way your thighs always clenched whenever toji was around, or the way your eyes would wander down the expanse of his muscles whenever the two of them worked out together.
you weren't that kind of person, right? the kind of girl that would shut her eyes the second sukuna slipped inside of you, wishing it was toji instead.
—
"y'know you really are too good for him."
"what?"
toji moved behind you, holding you from the back before spinning you around, his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips hovering over your neck while you giggled.
"i mean it—you're pretty, kind, smart and you're insane for putting up with a guy like sukuna."
"says you." you said, turning over to face him, pouting just a little to get your point across.
"what? you've never seen me leave you behind, have you, pretty?" his voice was smooth, laced with the slightest bit of condescension.
"it's whatever." you rolled your eyes at him, lightly hitting him on his chest while he laughs, his grip tightening around your waist while he slowly leaned in.
"what's going on here?"
"sukuna! you're home." you shoved toji off of you, sauntering your way to sukuna, wrapping your arms around his neck before he kisses your senseless, eyeing toji the entire time his lips were connected to yours.
because sukuna ryomen knew. he knew the way toji looked at you, and he saw the way you looked at him when you thought nobody was looking.
but it was just a fleeting thought, right? i mean, yeah, he'd been busy, ditching dates to stay over at practice—and he knew you didn't like it when he just left, only to show up in the dead of night, drunk out of his mind and on the verge of collapsing.
sukuna ryomen knew you deserved better. but better didn't mean toji fushiguro.
—
"fuuuck you feel so good—." sukuna was rutting his hips against yours, his cock buried inside your walls while you held onto his back, leaving behind bruising marks on his skin, biting down on his shoulders to stop yourself from screaming.
"oh come on, the least you could do is let me hear you." he purred, his eyes glinting a little underneath the dim lights while he lifted himself up a little.
"f—fuck but to—ji might hear us."
sukuna cocked his head in confusion, because knowing you, wouldn't you have wanted toji to hear how pretty you sounded getting absolutely wrecked?
"i barely get to see you all week, at least let me hear you, doll." is all he said before quickening his pace, his hips snapping against yours forcefully, your slick running down your thighs, with the entire room filled with the noises of the two of you moving against each other.
"so—good kuna nngh—."
—
"fuck, this is pathetic." toji whispered, fisting his cock, his ears pressed against the shared wall of his room, listening to your whimpers through the walls.
he could hear you chanting sukuna's name, the creaking with every thrust—
"keep going toj—sukuna-!"
what. the. fuck.
—
sukuna was gone. again. and knowing him he was probably black out drunk on someone's lawn, with a sorority girl half asleep on top of him while he tried to figure out where the fuck he was.
you tried to tell yourself that you could put up with it—the parties, the alcohol, the sheer amount of people that orbited sukuna, but it got to a point. where you just want to fuck it up so you can finally let go.
but sukuna knew. he knew you wanted him to change, to swoop into your life like some kind of knight in shining armour. so he kept you close enough to have you stay.
well, that's what you would've done, anyway. until toji decided to get himself involved, which he always did, he was tojiafterall.
and when sukuna walks back home with a pretty girl with a heart of gold wrapped around his fingers, toji's only goal is to unravel it.
and when you looked up and him and blinked through your lashes, toji fushiguro knew that he'd do anything to fuck over anything you had happening with sukuna.
—
"he's not home again, huh?"
"fuck off toji."
you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, still dressed in the stupid outfit he was supposed to take you out in, curled up in his bed while toji barged in like he owned the place.
"why do you even put up with this, pretty? you can do so much better."
"by better, you mean you, right?" you let out a bitter laugh, barely looking at him while he closed the space between the two of you.
"well, you can allow me to be selfish just this once, right?"
you let out a bitter laugh, hitting him on his chest once, expecting him to move away, to leave you to wallow in your own misery and hope sukuna would at least show up before two in the morning.
"whatever, toji."
"aw, don't be like that, doll."
his arms looped around your waist again, pressing you into his chest like he always did, your soft sobs muffled by his boobs pecs.
he slowly shifted you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head before looking down, your eyes brimming with tears while you looked up at him, your cheek still pressed up against his chest.
"he's good to me, toji."
"sometimes. i could be better, y'know."
"i don't know that."
"then let me show you. please."
his eyes were flitting down to your lips, only when he thought you weren't paying attention, slowly drawing mindless circles around your waist with his hands.
you nodded once, and that was all the permission he needed before his lips were on yours, his tongue sliding on the edge of your lips while you sobbed into his mouth.
"are you sure?"
"you wanted this, toji, why are you so hesitant now?"
"because now, there's no turning back."
well, fuck it, right?
—
"f—fuck t-toji, s—slow down."
"never heard you sound like this around sukuna, doll."
"stop talking about him—while you're inside me."
"you're unbelievable, you know that?"
you rolled your pretty eyes at him, only to have him thrust into you again, your ankles up to your ears while you tried to muffle your screams.
"i've heard you—before."
"w—what?" you sputtered out, your saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth while your cunt clenched around his stupidly big dick.
"i've heard you a—almost moan my name before."
"fuck."
"you're gonna tell me when it's too much, alright?"
you nodded against him, trying to bite back your noises while the room filled with sickening squelches, and toji's grunts filling the gaps of silence that echoed.
"f—fuck, what if kuna hears us—."
"let him." he let your legs down, his lips finding yours again, nipping at your skin while they cascaded downwards, soft lips kissing each and every little darkened bruise he'd left on your skin.
"even better."
"you're sick."
"well i'm not the one sleeping with my boyfriend's best friend, am i?"
"asshole." you laughed out while his pace quickened, his hands moving down to your core to thumb at your clit, knocking the words right out of your pretty lips while whispered filthy, filthy words into your ears.
"gods, you suck."
"and you're screaming my name, doll, i must be doing something right."
—
with his ears pressed against the door, sukuna finally heard you scream the name you'd been trying not to yell while he was inside you.
and this time around, he was the pathetic one, fisting his poor, leaky cock to the sounds of his best friend putting you through the mattress.
—
you were tracing mindless patterns on toji's chest, his arm casually slung around you while he kissed your forehead, holding you close as if you'd disappear if he didn't and—
slam!
"sukuna—." you gasped out, trying to get the blanket to cover your naked form. like that'd make it any better that you just fucked toji.
"hey man."
"what the fuck."
"sukuna i swear i can explain—."
"oh, but there's no need to, doll." toji purred, pulling you back into the bed while sukuna was all but punching his nose in.
"toji what the fuck are you talking about—."
"y/n, he was listening in the whole time."
you looked around you for a second, your eyes finding sukuna's eventually cascading lower and lower until—.
"this never would've happened if you were better, right 'kuna?"
"oh fuck off, fushiguro."
sukuna moved towards you, kissing you like he never had before, his tongue finding its way into your mouth slowly while you sunk back into the mattress next to toji.
"if you were into this, i would've done it sooner, kuna."
"don't test it."
"shut the fuck up." you spat out. you knew you were in the wrong, going behind his back, essentially cheating on him, but whatever, right?
his fingers found your core immediately, thumbing at your already swollen clit while toji moved behind you, kissing the back of your neck, one arm finding its way around your throat while sukuna scissored you open.
"f—fuck it's too much."
you squirmed, while the two of them held you down, with toji pushing your thighs apart from behind you while sukuna moved lower and lower, his mouth finding your cunt, lapping up your slick mixed with toji's while you bit back a moan.
"gods she's pretty, isn't she?" toji cooed while sukuna shot a glare right at him, but remaining laser focused on making you cum on his face, his tongue moving against your folds when his lips eventually found your clit.
you could feel your vision going blank, your legs struggling to close around sukuna's head while toji continued to keep them apart, still pressing kisses to your neck while you came on sukuna's face, slick dripping down his chin while he licked it off his lips slowly.
you were slowly coming down from your high, panting in toji's lap right when—
"so what does this make us?" sukuna said, eyeing both you and toji on the edge of the bed.
"well, i guess we're about to find out." is all toji said before unbuckling his pants.
⌗ TOJI FUSHIGURO / 伏黒 甚爾
mdni. ◞♡ toji sends you nudes the whole day
your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.
morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.
he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.
you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.
so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.
he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.
heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”
you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.
“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.
ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.
with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.
you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.
the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.
shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.
he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.
hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.
you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??
nothing much. same old. miss you.
what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.
toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.
you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.
MDNI/18+ only, fingering, implied cunnilingus, handjob
Fratjo x fem!reader
Fratjo might be the most obnoxious person in the room, flashing a cocky grin toward the group of girls who are squealing every time he throws one of the pingpong balls into the cup of his opponent, only for him to have his tongue down one of those girls’ throats not even a mere ten minutes later.
Unfortunately, that cocky confidence stays even in the bedroom, having his pretty whites on display for you when his head is between your legs. His white bangs falling across his forehead as he cockily tells you he will have you cumming in no time.
And while you rolled your eyes at him, heart fluttering wildly in your chest as you looked at him, you did believe him wholeheartedly.
Who wouldn’t, really? Having the most sought-after guy on campus between your legs, pressing sloppy kisses onto your inner thighs as he throws you a wink when he notices you looking at him.
Yeah, anyone would believe it, really.
Seems like you might’ve needed to doubt him a little bit, though. Because not even five minutes later, after his tongue lapped everywhere but your clit, his fingers are feverently rubbing your left labia.
The thing is, he doesn’t even realise it. He’s still grinning up at you, that same cocky smirk dancing on his face as he asks you if you’ve finished yet—as if he’s doing something phenomenal to your pussy, instead of giving you friction burn.
So you awkwardly blink at him, not a single noise of pleasure falling from your lips. You’re contemplating on telling him he’s doing good, throwing in a few fake moans, shaking your thighs a little as you arch your back to really sell that you’ve just came, just to have this be over with. Or, tell him the truth—that he’s not doing anything.
Your brain decides to go with the latter. “Not really,” you bluntly say, the tone making you almost wince.
It’s then that he finally stops his little ministration, fingers stilling on the outside of your pussy as it’s his turn to blink up at you. Those baby blues that are always half-lidded now wide. Cocky grin gone from his face, lips parting in disbelief instead. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, you’re not really doing anything my dude.” You cringe as the word ‘dude’ leaves your mouth, but at least you’re telling him the truth. “It’s like a virgin who’s seeing a pussy for the first time tries to locate the clit.”
He’s silent at that, fingers retreating until they’re lying limp on his lap. There’s a small blush covering his cheeks as he looks down, almost in a bashful manner.
You’ve never seen Gojo, the guy who loudly declared his victories, lets girls take shots from his abs, shows off any chance he gets, look so small.
The cogs in your head turn, a small furrow in your brow as you look him over. And then it finally clicks for you. “You’re a virgin.”
It comes out more disbelieving than you’d meant for it to be. But come on, who can blame you? This is the Gojo Satoru we’re talking about. Always seen with pretty girls clinging to his arms at parties, obscenely making out in corners of the rooms.
There’s a small nod of his head, as he finally retreats fully; he gently pushes your legs off his shoulders, fingers ghosting over your skin for a second longer before he sits back. The strain against his boxers glaringly apparent in this moment.
“I, uhh— I should probably go.” He jabs his thumb toward the door as he awkwardly shuffles off the bed, head already searching for his clothes that lay abandoned on the floor when your hand snatches his wrist. “No!”
His head snaps back towards you, eyes wide. You wince at how harsh it sounded, releasing his wrist immediately. “I mean… you don’t have to. We can still make this work.”
Because damn him if he dragged you all the way up here only for him to leave you high and dry—mostly that last part. No, you’re mot about to let him walk away just because he’s insecure or whatever about being a virgin.
“But I wasn’t even making you feel good,” he almost whines, and it makes your pussy throb. Fuck, does he also whine when you suck him off, tongue tracing his frenulum as your hand jerked the rest of him off? Well, that’s something for later. Right now you just want him to stay, even if it isn’t the quick fuck you were hoping to get.
“Do you want to learn how to?” You bite your lip as you bat your lashes up at him, trying to get him to take the bait. And you almost grin when he bites the inside of his cheek before nodding his head so fast, you’re almost certain something must’ve popped. Patting the space in front of you, you invite him back onto the bed. “Well, come sit so I can show you.”
If there’s anything else you didn’t expect from Gojo, it would be how fast he sits down in front of you, eyes looking expectantly at you as you smile at him.
Leaning back onto your forearms, you spread your legs, exposing your core to him once more. There’s a slight glint to it now, wetness dribbling out of you as he’s no longer rubbing your skin dry and instead is waiting for you to teach him how to please you.
Spreading your labia with your pointy and ring finger, you tap your clit with your middle finger. There’s a small twitch in your legs as you finally get some pleasure for the first time in the twenty minutes the two of you’ve been up here. “This right here is what you were trying to find earlier.”
Gojo leans forward, teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip as he watches intently how you lightly circle your clit with your own finger. His are twitching beside him, wanting, waiting for you to give him permission to touch you. Which you give him. “Go on, you can try.”
He surges forward, thumb immediately finding your clit, pressing just a little too hard on the first second, only to soften the pressure the next. A moan rips itself from your throat as your legs twitch again, and there is a small victorious smile on his lips as he realises he’s finally pulling those pretty moans from your throat he’s been dying to hear all night.
“Good, just like that. You can also play around with speed and pressure. Not every woman likes the same thing,” you gently coax him to try out different things with you.
And you’re surprised to see him intently watching your reactions whenever he tries something new, trying to gauge what you do and don’t like. Quickly getting a better hang of it.
More wetness coaxes your lips and thighs as he continues rubbing your clit. Noting the way he eyes it, you breathlessly chuckle at him. “Go on, you don’t have to keep rubbing my clit y’know.”
With that, he finally lets his fingers drift closer to your core, until they’re circling your hole slightly. At the wet feeling, he taps you lightly, watching the way a small string appears between the pads of his fingers and your cunt. It snaps the next second as he pulls them away further, and before you know it he has his lips wrapped around those same two digits. Sucking off your taste with a groan.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper as you feel yourself clench around nothing. The image is nothing but debauchery, watching the way he laps up every drop of you until he pulls his fingers from his mouth with a pop.
His fingers find your core again, lightly dipping one of his fingers inside to the first knuckle. Cerulean orbs find yours, trying to see if you’re still doing okay. When you nod, he inches his finger further in, before it’s snug inside your warm, wet walls.
“Shit,” he hisses as he experimentally pulls his finger out only to push it back in again. A small moan falls from your lips, and he does it again and again and again, until you finally tell him to add another finger.
He keeps doing the same thing, fingers plunging inside your cunt over and over again, just with two instead of one this time. His palm sometimes grazes your clit, and after a particular grind of it, he gets the memo to keep your little bundle of nerves stimulated while he scissors you open.
At the same time you lean up, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re doing so good.”
The smile he sends your way is quite cute. Something so not like the moment the two of you are in right now, that you can’t help but feel a different kind of sensation in your stomach—one that has nothing to do with the way his fingers are stretching you open, and everything with the boy in front of you.
Fuck. No, this was supposed to be a quick fuck (turned teaching moment), not you trying to catch feelings for the bastard.
So you do the only logical thing you can think of right now. Wrapping your own hand around his cock, you begin to jerk him off—using his own pre as lube to let your hand glide over his girth.
“O-oh, fuck,” he whines. Well, at least your question as to whether he’s a whiner or not has been answered.
You move your hand in tandem with his, sometimes thumbing his slit before continuing to jerk him off. “You close? Because I’m close.”
“Yeah, just keep doing what you’re doing right now,” you moan, throwing your head back as his fingers graze over a particular spot inside of you. Of course it doesn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired guy, immediately crooking his fingers to find the spot again.
You shatter with a moan not soon after, while he coats your fingers white when he feels your walls contract around him.
Breathing heavy, the two of you finally let go of each other. Both hands sticky with cum. Blue eyes find you again, before he pops his fingers into his mouth, cock throbbing the moment he tastes you again. Raising a brow you lift your own hand to your mouth, licking up his cum.
When you finally pull your hand away from your mouth, you notice that he’s already hard again. Following your gaze, he chuckles. “So maybe you can teach me how to properly eat you out next?”
!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
𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt
𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.
It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?
“It’s been alright. The usual.”
Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.
“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”
“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”
“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.
He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”
“So am I, princess.”
“I want my shit to go.”
“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.
“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“
I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.
“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.
Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”
“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”
“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.
But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.
“Princess-“
“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).
He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.
You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.
“…Shut u-“
“Before that.”
“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?
“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”
“No-“
“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”
“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.
“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.
Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.
His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”
Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.
You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.
Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.
“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.
He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.
Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“
“You still mad at me?”
You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”
Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.
The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.
His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.
“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.
“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.
“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.
Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.
“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”
“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.
“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.
Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….
It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.
“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.
You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.
Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.
“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.
“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.
His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.
You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”
Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say
He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.
When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.
“Cho?”
The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”
“Mhm…”
“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”
You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“
“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”
“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.
“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-
“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”
You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”
He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”
“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.
“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“
“Why else?” You stick your tongue out, tapping the hickey on your neck.
There is a very specific, highly entertaining phenomenon that occurs whenever you take your husband out in public. You like to call it the “Terror and Thirst” effect.
Today, at the crowded public beach, it is in full swing.
You are currently lounging under the massive shade of a navy blue beach umbrella, a trashy romance novel resting on your lap, watching the spectacle unfold at the shoreline.
Ryomen Sukuna is, objectively, a masterpiece of a man. Standing at a towering 6’4”, he is built like a heavyweight champion—broad shoulders, a thick chest, and a torso carved out of solid granite. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung, black board shorts that sit dangerously low on his hips, putting the intricate, sprawling black tattoos that cover his chest, arms, and stomach on full, glorious display.
He is hot as fuck. It’s a fact that is currently not lost on the group of college girls sitting on a blanket about twenty yards away. They haven’t stopped staring, whispering behind their hands, and aggressively adjusting their bikini tops for the last half hour.
But here is the catch: Sukuna is also terrifying.
He has this natural, resting aura of absolute disdain for anyone who isn’t you or your son. He’s a snob, plain and simple. He doesn’t smile at strangers, he doesn’t make polite small talk, and if someone stares at him for too long, he gives them a dead-eyed, chilling glare that practically drops the surrounding temperature by ten degrees.
Case in point: one of the girls giggles a little too loudly, pointing in his direction. Sukuna, who is currently standing ankle-deep in the surf, slowly turns his head. He doesn’t say a word. He just narrows his crimson eyes, his face completely blank, and stares her down.
The girl visibly pales, her hand dropping instantly. She quickly turns around, suddenly very interested in the contents of her cooler.
Sukuna lets out a quiet, dismissive scoff, turning his attention back to the water.
“You’re going to give those poor girls a complex, babe,” you call out, unable to hide your amusement.
Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, and the transformation is instantaneous. The cold, intimidating mask melts away, replaced by an expression so incredibly soft and devoted it makes your chest ache. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a small, fond smile.
“Not my problem that they are annoying,” he says, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the crashing waves. “Besides, I only want one woman looking at me.”
You roll your eyes, though your cheeks heat up. “Smooth, Ryomen. Very smooth.”
“Dada! Splash!”
A tiny, high-pitched voice interrupts the moment. Yuji, currently sporting a pair of tiny black swim trunks that perfectly match his dad’s, is waddling furiously through the shallow water. He’s got a pair of bright orange floaties strapped to his chubby arms, his pink hair plastered to his forehead from the ocean spray.
Sukuna’s attention snaps to his son. He doesn’t say anything, just calmly wades deeper into the water, his massive hands reaching down to scoop the toddler up under the armpits.
“You want to splash, little man?” Sukuna asks quietly, his tone a low, soothing rumble.
“Yeah! Big splash!” Yuji cheers, kicking his little legs.
You watch, completely mesmerized, as your terrifying, snobbish husband hoists your two-year-old high into the air. Sukuna tosses him up—just high enough to make Yuji squeal with delight—and catches him effortlessly, dipping him down so his little toes drag through the water.
It’s a beautiful, chaotic contrast. The giant, tattooed wall of muscle, gently playing in the waves with a giggling, chubby-cheeked toddler.
They play in the water for another twenty minutes. Sukuna is quiet, mostly just listening to Yuji babble about the “big fishes” and the “salty water,” occasionally offering a calm nod or a soft chuckle. He is completely in his element, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.
Eventually, Sukuna wades out of the water, carrying Yuji on his hip. Water is dripping from Sukuna’s pink hair, running down the hard planes of his chest and tracing the lines of his tattoos. It is a sight that should be illegal.
He walks over to the umbrella, grabbing a towel with his free hand and tossing it over his shoulder. He sets Yuji down on the sand.
“Go to mama, buddy. Let her dry you off,” Sukuna murmurs, running a hand through his wet hair.
But Yuji has other plans.
He shakes himself off like a wet puppy, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. He takes two steps toward you, stops, and then his head snaps to the left.
You follow his gaze. A new group of girls—three of them, looking like they just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog—have set up their chairs near the shoreline.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, dropping your book. “Not again.”
Yuji’s eyes go wide. He completely ignores you, turning on his heel and marching straight toward the girls. His little chest is puffed out, his arms swinging with an unearned amount of swagger for a kid who still wears pull-ups at night.
“Sukuna,” you warn, pointing at your son. “Stop him.”
Sukuna doesn’t move. He just stands there, drying his chest with the towel, watching Yuji with a quiet, amused smirk. “Why? He’s on a mission.”
“He is two! He is literally a baby!” you hiss, standing up. “Why does he act like a frat boy on spring break?”
“Son't ask me,” Sukuna replies, clearly avoiding your eyes, he took a sip from the bottle of water. He doesn't say it, but you can hear the lingering amusement in his voicd. “Let the boy have fun, babe.”
You groan, watching helplessly as Yuji reaches the girls.
He stops right in front of their beach chairs. He puts his chubby little hands on his hips, tilts his head, and unleashes the weapon: your bright, disarming smile.
“Hi!” Yuji chirps loudly. “I Yuji!”
The girls immediately stop talking. They look down at the tiny, pink-haired toddler, and the collective swoon is almost audible.
“Oh my god, hi!” one of them coos, leaning forward. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?”
“Pweety,” Yuji says, pointing a tiny finger at the girl’s sparkly bikini top. He then flexes his little arm, showing off a completely non-existent bicep. “Look! Strong like dada!”
“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, burying your face in your hands. Sukuna lets out a low, quiet chuckle next to you.
“You are a terrible influence,” you glare at him.
“Babe, I didn’t do anything,” Sukuna says, his voice completely deadpan, though his eyes are dancing with mirth. “I’m just standing here.”
Down by the water, the girls are eating it up. They are giggling, offering Yuji a plastic beach toy, which he graciously accepts. But then, one of the girls looks up. Her eyes scan the beach, looking for the parents, and she spots Sukuna.
You can practically see the cartoon hearts pop out of her eyes.
She stands up, brushing sand off her legs, and walks over to Yuji, taking his little hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go find your dad.”
She leads Yuji back toward your umbrella, her eyes locked entirely on Sukuna. She has that look—the look of a woman who thinks she’s about to shoot her shot with a single dad.
“Excuse me,” the girl says, her voice dropping into a sultry purr as she approaches. She completely ignores you, standing right in front of Sukuna. “Is this little guy yours? He wandered over to us.”
Sukuna stops drying his hair. His smilr vanishes, instantly replaced by that cold snobbery. He looks down at the girl, his expression completely blank, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He doesn’t say a word to her.
Instead, he steps forward, completely invading her personal space with his massive frame, forcing her to take a nervous step back. He reaches down and scoops Yuji up into his arms.
“Dada! Pweety girl!” Yuji babbles, pointing at the woman.
Sukuna looks at the girl for one more second. It’s a look that clearly says, You are entirely beneath my notice.
“Thanks,” Sukuna says. His voice is quiet, but it carries a heavy, chilling finality that makes the girl flinch. “Come here buddy lets go to mama”
He turns his back on her without another word, walking the two steps over to you. The girl stands there for a second, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment, before she quickly turns and scurries back to her friends.
You are trying very hard not to laugh. “You didn’t have to be so mean to her.”
“I wasn’t,” Sukuna scoffs, setting Yuji down on your beach chair. “I just didn’t care to speak to her.”
“She was totally hitting on you.”
Sukuna finally looks at you, and the ice in his eyes melts completely. He steps into your space, his large hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones.
“Whatever,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. “I'm married”
Your breath hitches, your heart doing a familiar, stupid little flip in your chest. Even after all these years, he still knows exactly how to render you speechless.
“You’re such a sap,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.
“Only for my wife,” he replies, leaning down to press a slow, deep kiss to your lips. It’s a possessive kiss, one that clearly communicates to anyone watching exactly who he belongs to.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Mama!”
You both look down. Yuji is standing on the beach chair, holding up a slightly crushed, sandy seashell. He shoves it toward you, his big golden eyes shining.
You melt. You absolutely melt. You take the sandy shell, pulling Yuji into a tight hug and kissing his salty, sun-warmed cheek. “Thank you, baby. It’s beautiful.”
Sukuna watches the two of you, his hands resting casually on his hips. “See?” Sukuna says quietly, reaching out to ruffle Yuji’s pink hair. “The kid might have my charm, but he knows the truth.”
At the end of the day, despite the playboy genes and the endless chaos, they were yours. And you were theirs.
And mom was, undeniably, still the best.
an: we're close to 1k what the hekk!!! what one shots do you wanna see next? i can't write smut for the life of me, english is saurrrr hard!! divider by: @pxrce-lain | the art and gif i got from pinterest! feel free to comment who is the orig art creator pls 🙏
Whenever i think about how gentle Pierrot tries to be with MC despite the fact that hes a monster whos killed several and will kill again,all i can think about is how much the others are probably thinking
ೃ࿔*:･ Bringing your best friend Satoru to a wedding to make your ex jealous! | Gojo x reader fluff
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Your best friend Satoru happily agreed when you asked him to be your plus one to a friend's wedding.
Your shitty ex was on the guest list and you couldn't bear the thought of showing up alone. Better yet, you asked Satoru to help make him jealous, batting your pretty lashes at him while you asked so sweetly. How could he possibly say no?
Your best friend Satoru, who you dragged along with you to shop for a dress. He pretended to be inconvenienced, of course, but in reality watching you light up over shoes you "had to have" and blush when you tried on a revealing dress might've been the highlight of his life.
He wasn't much help when it came to actually choosing a dress, considering that he thought you looked beautiful in everything you tried on. But when you found the dress, Satoru was at a loss for words—unsettling behavior from someone who was well known for never shutting up.
"You're quiet," you frowned, silky blue fabric twirling as you spun away from the mirror to face him. "You don't like it?"
Black swallowed blue as his pupils dilated, eyes looking you over from head to toe slowly, cataloguing every divine detail.
"Just speechless is all," he said finally, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. "It's like it was made for you."
Your best friend Satoru, who insisted on finding a tie that perfectly matched your dress. He was committed to the task, dragging you along to store after store. "Payback" he'd called it, for generously buying your dress, although he'd do it again 10 times over for only the smile on your face in return.
Your best friend Satoru, who nodded eagerly when you offered to put his tie on him, struggling to form coherent thoughts with your pretty face just inches from his. He shuddered when your fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck and silently hoped you didn't notice.
Your best friend Satoru, who drove to the wedding so you wouldn't have to worry about drinking. Plus, he pointed out, you'd look "hot and mysterious" showing up in his expensive sports car. He was right if the look your ex shot you as the two of you pulled up was any indication.
As he opened the door and helped you out, his large hand found its way to the small of your back. It stayed there for most of the evening.
Your best friend Satoru, who held you close, always touching you somewhere; your hips, your waist, your face. He had to be convincing after all, especially with the man who fumbled you watching.
Your best friend Satoru, who grew bolder as the night went on. His touch grew more possessive with every glance your undeserving ex stole, and his hands began to wander when you leaned approvingly into his touch. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the silky fabric that concealed your thigh, and Satoru couldn't suppress a grin when you hummed approvingly, satisfied with his touch.
Your best friend Satoru, who led you by the hand to the dance floor when a slow song came on. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as he held you close, dancing with a calm confidence that quietly urged you to follow his lead.
Your best friend Satoru, who kissed you under the twinkling fairy lights of the dimly lit venue as the music concluded. Maybe your ex was watching, but he was long forgotten, especially with the way you kissed him back.
♡ ⸝⸝ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ft fetty wap on a jbl speaker
it was late. after studying, you had crawled into bed thirty minutes ago in hopes to catch some sleep. your final exam for bio was tomorrow and your anxiety was eating away at your stomach. the past half hour of tossing and turning was starting to get to you. you needed to get some sleep, and fast. you exhaled as a wave of drowsiness hit you. your eyes fluttered shut. finally, you thought. you snuggled in your blankets and began to drift off.
your window of sleep lasted all but five minutes. you woke up startled as you heard loud music blasting. the vibrations somehow made it through the walls. you rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. your roommate wasn’t in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriend’s. that’s when you realized the source of loud music was coming from outside your window.
crawling out of bed, you decided to investigate. you pulled back the curtains and looked down. to your demise, you saw your ex boyfriend, satoru gojo, standing outside your window holding up a JBL speaker. “again” by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.
“i want you to be mine again, bae-be!” satoru screeched, completely off tune. you winced and groaned softly, the sharp sound ringing in your ears. he cannot be serious. it was 2am and finals week, someone was bound to curse him out for causing a commotion this late.
“i know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zay…but i cannot see myself without you,” he continued. you were too tired to scream or shout, but you had to shut him up somehow. you opted for throwing his hoodie at him. you launched it at him with as much force as you could muster in your current state. it hit his chest, distracting him and making him lose his place in the song. he mumbled the lyrics before catching up.
“i go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!” he shouted. god, he didn’t know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didn’t know what else to throw. scanning your room, you came up empty. guess you were going to have to be the one to cuss him out.
“shut up the fuck up! gosh!” you shouted at him. you still felt groggy, but you had to get him out of here.
he ignored your request and started to dance along. you rolled your eyes at his goofy little two step. he looked absolutely ridiculous, but didn’t seem to care at all.
“and i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is drivi—ow!” the dumbass yelped as he accidentally dropped the 30 pound speak on his head.
you snorted as he rubbed his head and fought back tears. a genuine laugh bubbled out of you at the sight. he glanced up at you once more and the idiot smiled.
“oh how i’ve missed hearing that sweet sound.” he beamed at you. a red bump was starting to form on his head where you assumed the speaker had hit him. what a lunatic.
you immediately frowned. “stop being corny and go home!” you whisper shouted. the music had finally stopped—satoru’s thick skull must have broken the speaker—so you were trying to be mindful of your volume.
“huh?? i can’t hear you speak up.” he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.
“go. home.”
it was his turn to frown. “what? no! i’m not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i won’t distract you from your studies anymore.”
you scoffed. “a boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. don’t be dense. go home, aren’t you tired?”
“tired of living without you, yeah,” he replied swiftly.
you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he didn’t necessarily do anything wrong either, he had been your sweet little himbo of a boyfriend, always there for you when you needed him.
maybe it was the fact you were exhausted. maybe it was the rose colored glasses that you definitely had on because of his rom com esque gesture. maybe it was just what’s been hiding in your heart. whatever it was, you gestured for him to come up.
his cerulean eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “really?!?”
“don’t make me regret it,” you grumped.
he scurried off the lawn, and headed up, leaving his speaker behind. when he got your door, he practically suffocated you with a bear hug. you hugged him back, relishing in his warmth.
“i missed you. i love you.” he whispered into your hair. you couldn’t help but smile at his confession.
“i missed you too ‘toru.” he kissed your cheek and moved to reach your lips, but you stopped him.
holding up your finger to his lips, you glared at him.
