a woman is in a loveless marriage and hiromi gives her help to leave! 1,774 words!
warning: yandere-ish? i donβt really know how this happened, he sort of came out obsessed with you π readers husband is verbally abusive and slightly manipulative
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hiromi spots her on a chilly day, inside a book store with a coffee stand inside. her puffy jacket was pretty thick, making her look round. he thought it was pretty cute. he wanted to go up to her, introduce himself. but something stopped him.
a ring. specifically, the one on her ring finger. she was married. typical, the one time he was willing to go and take a chance, sheβs already in a relationship. he shakes his head of any negative thoughts, ready to walk off, a man joins the woman.
the woman gives the man a smile, itβs obvious the other man saw it, and he decided to ignore it. pretend he didnβt see it. he watches as your smile drops, and you look down at your lap.
that wasnβt very nice.
he wanted to go over there and talk some sense into him, but thatβs none of his business. besides, heβll be labeled as a creep for even looking so closely.
he walks closer to you and the other man, justβ¦. hoping to hear a conversation or two. he looks professional enough, no one would find him suspicious.
βi found a new piece to go in the living space! itβs neutral enough where you like it, but-β
your voice was like honey, so smooth and expressive.
βfor the last time,β the man says your name, and hiromi keeps it in his mind, βi donβt care about the decorations for the house.β
his voice was degrading and deep. hiromi decided then and there, that he would be a better fit for you. he would always indulge in what you had to say.
he watches as you slouch in your seat, shutting your mouth. whatever glint you had in your eyes was gone.
the man across from you looks up to see your dejected gaze, he sighs heavily, βlook, itβs not that i donβt care,β except you donβt because you just said you didnβt, βi just trust you. i know whatever you found will look good.β
he pats your head, not for praise, but itβs condescending. itβs clear you understood it too, because you offer a weak smile and nod.
you look around the place before spotting hiromi. unfortunately for him, he hasnβt taken his eyes off you once.
your eyes widened at the man staring at you. his eyes didnβt same when he was caught. it was a little funny, but also embarrassing that he had caught the moment with your husband.
hiromi wants to look away but he canβt. his heart nearly explodes when you raise your hand and wave awkwardly, the smile you offer wasnβt sad anymore.
your husband who just so happened to look at the wrong time, whips his head over to hiromi. he gives him a glare before looking at you, βyou know him?β you shake you head politely.
βthen why are you waving at him?β
you furrow your eyebrows, βbecause itβs friendly? i accidentally looked at him and he saw me. i didnβt want to be awkward or rude.β
you didnβt tell him the truth, you lied. you know for a fact he was already looking at you. he doesnβt know if you did it to protect him or yourself. either way, it was a bit of a red flag.
βi apologize if i caused harm.β
hiromi mustβve surprised you, because your eyes widened at his voice. your husband, who would rather yell at you than another man, replies, βall good man. just didnβt know,β he glares at you for a quick moment, βshe had wandering eyes.β
hiromi didnβt like that, not one bit. especially when he saw your face drop.
βher eyes wandered, but that doesnβt make them wandering eyes. just curious ones.β
your husband furrowed his eyebrows, βif you say so. but sheβs been like this for a while. always catching peopleβs attention and basking in it.β
βiβm confused. youβre blaming your wife for being beautiful? thatβs not fair.β
your husband didnβt like that, he was pissed, βwho do you think you are, huh? i thought you came to apologize, not hit on my wife.β
βi wasnβt hitting on her,β he was, βi wasnβt even speaking to her, i was speaking to you. you took it as flirty, i took it as an observation.β
you laugh quietly before coughing to try and cover it up. itβs too bad your husband heard.
βyou think this is funny?β he grabs your wrist, βcome on, weβre leaving.β he drags you from out of your seat towards the exit. hiromi could hear a small, βmy books!β
he looked at the table to see two books. one of them seemed to be a fantasy novel, he imagines you read it to see yourself somewhere else.
the other is a self help book titled, βhow to keep your depression away.β
he knows your husband saw these books, that bin in particular, so why not allow you to come back for it? his pride was more important than you receiving help apparently.
hiromi doesnβt know you. he doesnβt know where you live, what you like, your aspirations. but he does hope that youβre safe at home, and the next time he sees you, he wants to have a private chat.
when you got home, you knew what was coming. the blaming, the twisting of the situation, the lying, the yelling. it was always like this. you donβt know when your husband changed, maybe he was always like this and just put on a beautiful lie.
you couldnβt leave him, not when you had nothing. he convinced you to stay at home while he worked. it hadnβt really been fair, he knows you wanted to be a teacher.
he hadnβt made you sign a prenup, but it wouldnβt get you far, especially if you didnβt have much in your savings.
the yelling lasted all night. you were just happy the neighbors didnβt call the police again. he blamed you again, he couldnβt stand others looking at you. he changed the situation, saying you gave the man a seductive look. he lied, saying that you were always looking for someone new, that you were cheating on him.
and he yells. all he does is yell.
you can only hope to appease him by apologizing, telling him it will never happen again. you were constantly taking the blame. you wanted to leave him, once you find an opportunity to get away from him without his eyes on you, thatβs when it will happen.
hiromi couldnβt stop thinking about you. it had been four days since the incident, and you were the only thing on his mind. you eyes were so kind, and all you energy was being drained by your husband.
so imagine his surprise when he sees you at the same book store, holding the books you couldnβt get last time.
he just stares, he wants to go up to you, but he fears your husband might be near.
your heads down, after officially marrying your husband, it was a habit you couldnβt seem to shake.
you could feel it, eyes on you. you never know if itβs good or bad, but something tells you to look, just this once.
you do. itβs the man from last time. he doesnβt give you a dirty look or scowl. he smiles at you, it wasnβt like the one he gave your husband, this one was kind.
you were shocked. didnβt he remember the way your husband spoke to him? maybe he pittied you, you mean, you were pretty sure he heard your husband talking condescendingly to you.
so imagine your surprise when he walks up to you.
when hiromi looks at you, he just wants to put his hands on your face and apologize. apologize for being to late, for allowing you to go so long with your husband.
βwhat a coincidence. i hope your husband wasnβt to upset from last time.β
your face showed disinterest, βhis feelings are the last thing on my mind.β
he wasnβt expecting that, and his face shows it.
βi donβt mean to come off rude, but are you not happy with him?β
it was a little rude to ask a stranger such a personal question about their marriage, but it didnβt seem to faze you.
βeveryone but him can see iβm not happy. i just do what i can to keep him content.β
you shrug walking away. hiromi couldnβt let you leave, not after the two of you found each other. it was clearly fate.
he follows after you like a lost puppy, βis leaving him not an option? do you fear for your safety?β
you offer a small laugh, βare you a cop? listen itβs fine, you donβt have to lose sleep over it.β
thatβs exactly the issue. he is loosing sleep over it.
βnot a cop, but a lawyer.β
your head snapped towards him, βa lawyer huh?β
and that was the beginning, you and hiromi would secretly meet up with each other. he would help you contact divorce lawyers in the area, while also helping you keep things discreet. he even offered to fund the lawyers.
βyou canβt be serious.β
βas serious as a heart attack.β
βyou shouldnβt joke like that. and i guess iβm just confused. iβm not really understanding why youβre so adamant on helping me.β
hiromi wanted to tell you so badly. he wanted to confess that the moment he saw you he wanted to be yours. he couldnβt, not now at least. you were still technically married, and not only that, heβs the one who is saving you from your marriage.
he would never confess when youβre so vulnerable. he also didnβt want you to feel obligated to like him back. thatβs like a cop saving someone from a hostage confessing to the victim they saved.
he canβt tell you that the past couple of months solidified his feelings for you.
he canβt tell you that despite the situation, heβs so glad the two of you met.
he canβt tell you that youβre all he thinks about now a days.
and he really canβt tell you that heβd do anything to be yours. whether that means waiting a lifetime, or getting rid of your husband.
he canβt tell you this, so he smiles, βiβm a lawyer, so i have a strong sense of justice.β
even though he canβt confess, he revels in the big smile you give him. he also savors the way you say his name so sweetly, βthank you hiromi.β
he waited thirty years to meet you, heβll wait thirty more if it means the two of you could be together.
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a/n: i know they donβt end up together, but just know she wanted that cookie too
18+. rockstar!chosoβs girlfriend always gets him caught !
1. HEADLINE #1 : Rβ CKSTAR CAUGHT GETTING BJ IN THE REC ROOM ?!
in REC room eight, choso kamo is flipping switches while pretending your hands arenβt fondling his cock.
12 PM friday means the rec room heat & chosoβs sweaty thighs. choso kamo has his headphones on his ears as sukuna & suguru practice on the other side of the glass pane, but he canβt seem to focus on sukunaβs voice crackling through his speakers. half of his mindβs on his pretty girlfriend perched on the chair beside him, lashes fluttering and skirt bunched up your thighs as your palm rubs at his already swollen cock.
βchoso,β you coo sweetly. βi miss you.β
βmiss you too, baby,β he rasps, but itβs more of a whimper & your palm rubs just over his throbbing tip as his hips twitch. his eyes are stinging but your touch is warm & choso kamo is in really big trouble.
he reaches for a switch on the board. βtrying to work, princess,β he breathes, and you press your thumb to his clothed slit and his head goes all dizzy again. βcould you please let me focus?β
his headphones crackle with sukunaβs voice but choso doesnβt hear it. βchoso, the reverb. can you amp that shit up already?!β
βno,β you huff. βyouβre always working. need you so bad, choβyou donβt need me?β
and choso whimpers, because of course he does, because what else is he supposed to do when you zip down his jeans & pull out his swollen, heavy cock? your eyes are glimmering & heβs so fucking hard and thereβs already precum smeared over the flushed pink tip. you lick your lips. flash him a smile. βaw, cho. hard for me already?β
he stifles a gasp, cheeks hot. βso hard. mmfphββ you pump him slow & he swallows, hips stuttering against the board. βiβm sorry baby,β he cries, βalways need you.β
βare you sure?β you coo, lashes fluttering as your thumb circles his slit. βsukuna will get mad again.β
chosoβs lashes are sticky with tears. βheβs always madβhahβi think.β
you giggle, leaning forward to lick a teasing stripe up his tip. "so you're saying this is fine ?"
choso wants to say yes. he wants to say no. he doesn't know what he wants anymore except your hand on his cock & your voice in his ear andβ
BANG!
βhello. what the fuck is taking so long?!β
ryomen sukuna has his guitar slung over him & his lips bent in a frown. chosoβs hands fly to his jeans, and you only smile sweetly as sukunaβs eyes dart frantically between your wet lips & chosoβs panicked eyes. suguru pokes his head out of the booth; grin clumsy, eyes bright.
ββ¦lock in.β sukuna mutters, and the door slams shut.
2. HEADLINE #2: Rβ CKSTAR CAUGHT DURING MIDNIGHT SEXCAPADES ?!
choso kamo is too needy for his own good.
itβs 1AM & choso kamo is under hotel sheets with need buzzing between his thighs. the bandβs on tour for the nth time this year but choso isnβt thinking about practicing his guitar riff. his phone screen is too bright in his face & his eyes are on your soft thighs, supple breasts, pretty faceβand heβs palming himself while staring at pictures of you before he can think any better of it.
but then his phone chimes.
[ BLOOD MOON πΈ]
mine ππ«: @ choso i miss you :(
choso blinks at the notification, pupils dilating. he clicks it so fast his thumb twitches.
BLOOD MOON πΈ
mine ππ«: @ choso i miss you :(
choso: I miss you too, baby. Youβre not sleeping yet?
mine ππ«: hard to sleep without you touching me.
chosoβs cheeks are hot. his cock twitches in his pants. but then his phone chimes again.
BLOOD MOON πΈ
sukuna: Can we not do this in the band gc.
getoπ: why is she even here iβm dead
mineππ«: @ choso my pussy is so wet for you daddy :/
getoπ reacted: βοΈ
sukuna: IN MY PUBLIC GC ???
satoruπ§Ώ:
ββ
choso panicsβthroat bobbing, eyes wide. he quickly switches to texting you privately, face smushed into his pillow & cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
mine βΊοΈπ«
choso: Baby, why would you text that in the gc?
Satoru will tease me during practice again
And Sukuna already texted saying heβll beat me up
ββ-
your text comes in instantly.
mine βΊοΈπ«: are you mad at me?
i just missed you cho. i wonβt text you again since thatβs what you want βΉοΈ
choso: What? I said I didnβt want that? When?
I always want you to text me. It makes my day when you do. Please donβt stop texting baby I always want to hear from you.
mine βΊοΈπ«: let me see your cock
choso: Okay
Iβm already hard for you. I was touching myself to your pictures before you texted. Youβre so pretty, baby. Miss your pretty face.
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mine βΊοΈπ«: aww, youβre so cute cho
why not come over and get the real thing ?
choso: I want to, but youβre two hours away. Can I see your breasts?
mineβΊοΈπ«: you can see them if you come over π and you can touch them too pretty boy <3
choso: But I canβt come over. What can I do?!
mineβΊοΈπ«: Suffer
choso: ???
ββ-
choso stares at the screen, mouth agape, heart in a frenzy. the light is bright against his eyes but choso doesnβt care to dim it. what can he do? he really wants to see your breasts but the circumstances wonβt allow it. he bites his lip, thumbs moving before his brain can catch up to them.
choso: Suffer
Iβm already suffering, angel. I donβt know how to suffer any harder. Can you please tell me what to do?
mine βΊοΈπ«: go to sleep choso
choso: But I donβt want to sleep. I want to see your breasts
mine βΊοΈπ«: then come over
choso: But I canβt
mine βΊοΈπ«: so why are you still texting me?
choso stares at your text, breath hitching. he glances over at the clock on his nightstand, and the digital display gleams back. 1:17 AM. thatβs not too bad. surely he could get there by around three, fuck you till at least four, and get back to the hotel by six.
itβs a stupid plan. but for you chosoβs a stupider man, and the next text you send doesnβt help his judgement.
mineβΊοΈπ«: [Image_Attachment]
mineβΊοΈπ«: sneak peek <3
chosoβs heart hammers. the picture only shows your tits clad in a pretty pink nightgown, but the material is too sheer & choso can see everything. the soft swell of your breasts. your nipples pebbled and peaking through the fabric. the way your arm is tucked underneath your tits to push them together into the camera. chosoβs mouth dries. his breathing goes ragged & his cock goes heavy against his leg. heβs still gawking at your picture when his phone chimes again.
mineβΊοΈπ«: my new nightgownβs so thin :( i donβt know why you can see my tits through it
choso thinks your nightgown is the prettiest thing heβs ever seen.
choso: your nipples are so pretty, baby
he sucks in a breath, taking one last sorry glance at the clock.
choso: Iβm coming over.
choso doesnβt wait for a reply. heβs already scrambling to fit a tank top over his bare chest, tugging socks over his feet & shoving them into slippers. the hallway is dark and quiet, and choso takes one last look at your perky tits on his screen before clicking his phone off & shoving it into his pockets. he sucks in a breath. letβs do this.
two hallways right. one staircase downβnot the elevator because itβs way too loudβand then another hallway to reach the lobby. choso knows the hotel layout like the back of his hand. he slips into the corridor, steps quiet against the hardwood, and the staircase is right thereβ
βlate night, kamo?β
choso stops before he can bump right into sukuna.
ryomen sukuna is not impressedβand neither are the two boys behind him. getoβs piercings are glimmering in the heat. satoru has a smile too cruel to be kind. they stand on either side of a crossed sukuna, hands in their pockets, grins lazy-cruel.
choso gulps, eyes flitting between them. βuhm, i just needed some waterββ
βback to your room, lover boy,β suguru whistles, thumb pointing to satoru. βunless you want to be smacked upside the head?β
satoru is cracking his knuckles with a grin.
βno thank you,β choso says too fast, too sheepish. his cheeks are peach tinged. βand what do you mean by lover boy? i was onlyββ
βsave it,β sukuna growls, cocking his head. βthe walls are thin as fuck, idiot. you think i didnβt hear you beating your shit and whining into your pillow in the next room over?β
chosoβs throat bobs. sukuna pads closer to his shaky figure.
βback to your room,β sukunaβs hot breath tickles chosoβs nose, βand donβt let me catch you in these halls again.β
3. HEADLINE #3 : Rβ CKSTAR CAUGHT HAVING SEX AFTER SETS ?!
on stage, choso kamo is half-boy, half-heartbreak.
at least, thatβs what the fangirls say when he plays like this. mic cord in his mouth. hair soaked & sweat sticky. mascara smeared down his cheeks & a riff so loud it makes you feverish. on blood moonβs stage, choso kamo plays the electric guitar like his life depends on it. sukunaβs singing blares more like a roar. geto is on bass & satoru on the drums.
choso hasnβt seen you since the set started.
not in the crowd, or the lobby, or the soft space behind the old stairwell where he likes to kiss you dizzy. heβs trudging through backstage now, guitar strapped heavy on his back, steps slow & breath heaving because the adrenaline hasnβt worn off & heβs still half-high. where the fuck is his girlfriend?
but then he sees you on the amp.
and chosoβs first thought is glitter. lots of it. sticky on your lip and your chin and your hair and your face. he pads towards you with bleary eyes and you welcome him with a teasing smile.
βhi, choso.β
βHi,β his arms bracket your hips. βyou look shiny.β
you giggle, hand curling into his necklace as he trails sloppy kisses to your jawline. choso kisses like a dog, tongue wet & breath sticky. βyouβre so hot,β he rasps. βso fucking hotβmmhβmβdizzy.β
you let him kiss your lips. βcanβt do this here,β he murmurs against them. βcan i take you away, baby? behind the stairs?β
his eyes are soft and pleading. he talks like heβs asking but his hands are already hoisting you up & lifting you into his chest before you can tell him no. you cup his face. smush his cheeks. βimpatient, are we?β
βsorry,β his cheeks are pressed together in your palms so his voice comes out strangled. βmissed you.β
choso isnβt sorry. heβs stumbling past workers & crew alike while pressing sloppy kisses to your hot mouth. his tongue slobbers and drags while his hands press into your thighs, thumb climbing higher to graze circles on your hips. he nearly trips over two cables but you laugh into his mouth and choso kamo has never been happier. βyouβre so beautiful,β he breathes. βso pretty.β
he finally reaches the stairwell. the closet door just under it is blue & peeling, and choso kicks it open with his mouth on your throat. he pulls back to stare at you and his gaze is soft. his eyes lift to stare into the room as you kiss his cheek.
his band members stare at him back.
ryomen sukuna has his arms crossed & his back against a wooden shelf. gojo satoru is sat criss-cross on a table with his lips in a grin. suguru stands beside him, leaned back lazily against said table with his lip piercing glimmering in the heat. and right there in the center, manager toji fushiguro has his arms folded over his chest, temu wristwatch catching the light.
choso drops you very slowly.
his eyes flit between his band mates, cheeks already blood drenched. heβs still gripping your skirt when he sets you down beside him. you whack his hand away and shift behind him to hide.
geto grins. βhey, lover boy.β
choso leans back into you slightly. he whispers over his shoulder, βbabyβitβs a trap!β
he doesnβt need to tell you. you can fucking see that.
sukuna steps forward. heβs not even angryβshocking, honestlyβheβs bored. steps lazy, gaze half-lidded. βtold ya, fushiguro. our bandβs lead guitarist is always in fucking heat.β
choso squeaks, gripping your skirt. βi wasnβt gonna fuck her!β
sukuna glances back at the others. βwho is he lying to?β
toji sighs, shaking his head. he shoves his hands into his pockets, expression bored. βlook, kidββ he glances up, βyour band mates and i donβt care about you being a horndog. we care that youβre letting it get in the way of your responsibilities.β
satoru perks up, tongue clicking. βyou were supposed to head straight to the van after the set. but here you are trying to get some pussyβ¦β
you lean up on your toes, just enough to poke your head up behind chosoβs shoulder. satoru grins when he sees your face. suguru gives you a soft wave.
βhi,β your voice is shy. βthis is my fault. sorry about him.β
βdonβt sweat it, princess,β toji waves you off, fake ice glimmering on his wrist. βour business is with your boyfriend, not you.β
you nod shyly, disappearing behind choso yet again. sukuna huffs through his nose. βchoso, got anything to say for yourself?β
choso looks around. at gojo and getoβs sleazy grins, tojiβs deadpan face, sukunaβs lazy gaze. the room is hot but his cheeks are hotter. he swallows, blood sticky in his throat.
βiβm sorry,β he croaks. βit wonβt happen again.β
sukuna doesnβt let him off. βwhat wonβt happen again?β
choso grips your skirt behind him, swallowing. you squeeze your thighs around his palm to reassure him & choso gulps yet again.
βwonβt fuck my girl while on duty. or let her jerk me off in the rec rooms. or try to sneak off to see her.β
your eyes widen behind him. he did not have to mention the rec room!
toji nods. then he checks his wristβthe temu wristwatch says itβs time to go. βalright, weβre done here. you boys be in the van in five. i got somewhere to be.β
he trudges past you and a frozen choso, kicking the door open to leave.
the boys follow suit. satoru hops off the table, grinning. βnice one, cho!β he smacks chosoβs arm as he walks past. sukuna bumps chosoβs side lazily. suguru slings an arm over your shoulders to steer you to the van with the rest of them.
in the closet, choso kamo has his feet frozen in place and his face contorted in horror.
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You had met Choso while playing a silly online game. You never thought your relationship would end up where it is nowβditching plans with real-life friends just to spend more time together, and even sleeping on call, something you once claimed to hate.
But the strangest part of this whole thing was the nudes youβd send each other. Ah, but only to βrelieve stress.β Thatβs what best friends do, right? Help each other out?
βAhβIβm so hard for you,β you heard Choso whimper through the phone. βCan Iβ Can I see your pretty body? Choso needs you..β You could hear the wet, sloppy sounds he was making while stroking himself.
βYou want to see my body, Cho? Why donβt you ask like a good boy then?β you teased, sliding your hand down, rubbing slow circles on your clit while grinning, all teeth. You loved how needy Choso wasβit was one of the things that first caught your attention about him, aside from his stupidly handsome face, masculine features yet somehow still so delicate.
βPlease mommy, can I see your pretty breasts? Choso has been such a good boy for youβ¦β he moaned, voice trembling with need.
Pleased by his begging, you grabbed your phone with your left hand, positioning it so he could see your bare breasts, perky nipples, and your hand shamelessly tucked inside your underwear. You took a picture and sent it to him.
βGood boy.β you answered softly. You could feel yourself growing wetter with Chosoβs loud whimpers so close to your ear, his voice so needy, yearning for you, whispering your name over and over again.
βAhβ mommy! Your tits are so prettyβ¦ I want them in my mouth, please I need them in my mouthβAh! Iβm gonnaβPleaseβ!β
βOh, Choββ you felt your arms giving out as you desperately rubbed your sensitive bud. You imagined what he looked like right now: long strands of hair falling across his face, flushed cheeks, lips parted in a small βoβ as he pathetically stroked his pretty cock. Fuck.
You and Choso came at the same time with a loud moan, both of you saying each otherβs names. You pictured his hot cum filling you instead of spilling onto his stomach, painting your insides white. You wondered if he thought the same thing.
βAh shit..β you mumbled as your body tiredly melted.
Completely out of breath, Choso lazily thanked you. βThank you mommyβ¦ I love you so much..iloveyouiloveyouββ
I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
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