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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ it doesn’t matter what it is. whenever he wants something, he’s gonna get it—that includes you too. wc, 4.12K. dark mode recommended.
␥ note. i’m back guysss. this story is based off ‘taking what’s not yours’ by tv girl. there’s also a fanart of choso that inspired this. me and @5kstxrz was cookin again so i had to get on 🤭
(edit: me writing rn is a coping mechanism for what i heard about chp 259..) hope ya enjoyyy. reblog to support meee (also play the song while you read so you can immerse)
␥ tags. 90s AU, female anatomy, reader already has a boyfriend, delinquent!choso, smut, creampies, mentions choso stealing, choso with his hair down, lmk if i missed anything
␥ misc. masterlist AO3
as the classes ended for the day, the hallways of the school were filled with numerous students, who were all visibly exhausted from their long day of hard work. amidst the chaos, one could spot a well-known delinquent of the school, choso, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his lips. he was a muscular guy, carrying his wooden staff, which he always kept close to him, ready to use force if needed. his attire comprised all black, as usual, from head to toe.
he wore a leather jacket with a jet black wife-beater tucked beneath his black cargo pants, which had a belt looped around his waist. his black combat boots were rugged and sturdy, and he had a dog tag necklace, which completed his look. despite being a delinquent, he had a charming aura around him, which made him stand out from the rest.
“she ain’t gettin’ this back,” the silver chain glinted in the sunlight, swaying back and forth in choso's hand before he hooked it around his neck with a satisfied smirk. the delicate charm dangled against his chest, catching the light and reflecting it in all directions as it accompanied his other necklace. with one hand running through his thick, dark locks, choso's intense gaze locked onto you.
he had been eyeing you for a while now - drawn to your quiet demeanor and shy smile. but you were not without a reputation at school - known as a strong-willed and independent girl. unfortunately for choso, you already had a boyfriend. the thought of this obstacle made his nostrils flare in frustration and determination.
choso was lost in thought, daydreaming about being with you, when suddenly another student bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. as they both turned to face each other, choso's expression darkened. his deep voice rumbled, similar to the sound of thunder just before a storm, as he growled, "watch where ya goin’, punk." the other student flinched at his menacing tone and quickly apologized before scurrying away, leaving choso to chuckle to himself in amusement.
“that was a real dick move, you know that?” a sharp voice pierced through the air, directed at him. choso rolled his eyes in annoyance, ready to start a heated argument once again, but he paused when he saw you standing there. his stoic features suddenly transformed into a mischievous grin, with a hint of malice and flirtatiousness shining through. his dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he locked gazes with you.
he knelt down, bringing himself to eye level with you. a mischievous grin played across his face as he spoke, "aw, 'm sorry princess. do you want me to go apologize to the poor kid?" his deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "they’re the one that ran into me, so i just kindly reminded ‘em to watch their ass." as he stood back up, his leather jacket creaked, and his scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes in the air. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as his piercing gaze met yours again.
choso's piercing gaze roamed over your body, imagining undressing you with his mind. his hand tightened around his wooden staff as he lifted it towards your chest, where your delicate necklace rested. "you got a real nice piece there," he commented, his voice low and smooth like honey. “where’d you get it?”
the contrast between the cold wood of his staff and the warmth of your skin sent a shiver down your spine. but what really caught you off guard were his words, unexpected and oddly charming. you couldn't help but tense up at the closeness of his weapon.
you shifted on your feet, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a hasty, practiced manner. "i dunno," you lied smoothly, avoiding eye contact. "i found it one night in my jewelry box and just started wearing it." your hands fidgeted with the delicate chain, its weight, and warmth a constant reminder of your deceit.
the silver pendant glinted in the light of the sun, casting shadows across your face as guilt prickled at the edges of your conscience. but you couldn't bear to part with it, to give up the comfort it provided in an uncertain world. so you wore it like a mask, hiding behind its simple beauty and intricate design.
choso simply hummed, indicating that he didn’t entirely buy what you were selling. “yeah? you just found that necklace lying around, huh? i’m not buying it. but i’m intrigued…why don’t you tell me the real story, and maybe i’ll spare you the trouble of having to keep track of that lil beauty.”
a surge of electricity courses through your body as choso removes his staff, only to replace it with his fingers, lightly grazing your collarbone. your heart races as you try to come up with a plausible response to his accusations.
"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you stammer, your voice barely audible above a whisper. but your mind is already spinning, trying to find a way out of this situation.
"don't play coy with me," choso purrs, his warm breath tickling your skin. "i know there's more to this story. tell me the truth and maybe i'll let you keep that precious necklace… for now." he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "who knows, i might even surprise you with something else you'd like to wear." his words send shivers down your spine as he runs his fingers along the curve of your neck.
your voice quivers with uncertainty as you try to hold the male's gaze. you can feel your heart beating rapidly, a mix of fear and defiance bubbling up inside you. "i don't know what you're getting at," you say, your words laced with frustration and confusion. "the necklace is mine, plain and simple. i don’t know what else you want from me."
your hands grip tightly at the fabric of your shirt, trying to ground yourself in the moment and push away any doubts or accusations. but the tension in the air is palpable, and you can't shake off the feeling that something is amiss.
despite your attempt to remain composed, your body betrays you as you lean into choso's touch. your cheeks burn with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, the heat spreading from your core to your extremities. your heart races like a wild animal, caught between the fear of the unknown and the thrill of potential ecstasy. every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation, craving more of choso's intoxicating presence.
the tone of choso’s voice was smooth and confident, a playful smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he tightened his grip on your necklace. his gaze burned with determination as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your skin.
"oh, i want a lot from you," he murmured, his words laced with desire. "and i’m not going anywhere until i get what i came for." you could feel the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his words, like a physical force pressing against you. the air crackled with tension as he held onto your necklace, a symbol of the power he held over you.
with a sly smile and a low, suggestive tone, choso suggests, "let's go somewhere private, yeah?" his eyes glint with a dangerous intensity as he takes a deliberate step closer to you. "we have a lot to…discuss." the air around you suddenly feels charged with tension, like the calm before the storm.
you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and you can't help but wonder what exactly he wants to discuss. as his gaze locks onto yours, you can sense something primal stirring within him, and you can't deny the unexpected rush of excitement that courses through your body.
you pause, feeling the powerful magnetic pull of choso's alluring charm. however, your wariness of his unpredictable nature holds you back. "i don’t know," you say slowly, scanning your surroundings with a skeptical eye. the air is thick with tension and the scent of danger lingers on every breath. you can't shake off the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you try to weigh the consequences of giving in to choso's allure.
"come on, love," choso says, his voice a playful yet menacing lilt. he leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye as he speaks. "what's the worst that could happen? you ain't gonna die." his words drip with confidence and bravado, as if tempting fate itself.
a gust of wind blows through the air, carrying with it the scent of garbage and decay. the dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the walls around them. despite the unsettling surroundings, choso's smirk remains firmly in place, taunting and alluring simultaneously.
you felt your resolve wavering under the intense pressure of choso's gaze. you knew better than to trust someone who seemed so charmingly dangerous, but the thrill of doing something reckless was too hard to resist.
finally, you give in to temptation and nods, a keeping your skeptical expression. "okay...lead the way then ," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
"good girl," choso purred, releasing the necklace from his grasp as he stepped back. he gave you a once-over, his dark purple eyes filled with undisguised desire. "follow me."
he turned abruptly, his tall figure disappearing into the shadows. you had no choice but to follow him, your heart pounding against her chest like a war drum. the male lead you into a dimly lit classroom. it was silent and eerily still as choso closes the door behind them, sealing you inside with him. the air seems to thicken with tension as he turns to face them, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"so," you began, your voice low and nervous, "what did you wanna talk about?"
"ya really are a curious one, aren't ya?" choso chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "but since you asked so nicely..." he moved closer to you, his tall frame casting a shadow over yours. "i just want to get to know you better.” he says your name. “understand things about you that nobody else does."
his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "things that only i will know," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
you instinctively took a step back, the sudden intensity in his gaze causing your heart to race. his words hung heavily in the air, swirling around you like smoke from a fire. "why do you wanna know more about me?" you asked, trying to control the trembling in your voice.
"because you intrigue me, darlin'," choso replied simply, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. his eyes never left yours, and you could see a hunger and curiosity burning behind them. "you're different from anyone i've met before. there's a fire within you that draws me in…fascinates me."
he moved even closer, his warm breath caressing your skin as he spoke. "and i like playing with fire," he added with a sly grin, his fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. the air crackled with electricity between the two of you, and you couldn't deny the pull that choso had over you.
"and how do you plan on getting to know me?" to hide the apprehension in your voice, you cleared your throat and raised an eyebrow.
"well now, ain't that the million dollar question?" choso drawled, the corners of his mouth turning up mischievously. his dark purple eyes sparkled with a tantalizing mix of curiosity and amusement. "i suppose we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
he took another step towards you, closing the gap between you both entirely. the heat of his body radiated towards you, making your skin tingle. "but let me tell ya this much," he whispered, leaning in close enough for your noses to nearly touch. "it involves a lot of getting to know each other intimately."
"intimately?" you repeated, your cheeks flushing pink at his forwardness. "isn't that a bit…invasive? i mean, you hardly even know me."
"that's the fun part, love," choso murmured, his fingers tracing a path down your arm. "getting to know someone intimately is all about peeling back layers, seeing what's underneath. finding out who they truly are."
he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just barely above yours. "and i can't wait to start peeling those layers off you," he whispered, saying your name again.
you swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you looked up at him. "that sounds nice but…" you paused briefly, your voice barely above a whisper now. "you do realize i have a boyfriend, right?"
choso's fingers trailed lower, dangerously close to your waist, as he spoke nonchalantly. his words hung in the air like a challenge, his wicked grin flashing at you. "oh, i know," he said nonchalantly, his fingers trailing lower until they were dangerously close to your waist.
"but remember what i said earlier about playing with fire, love?" he flashed you a wicked grin before pressing himself even closer against you. "i live for that shit," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.
your breath caught as his hand descended further, finally reaching your waist. "i thought you wanted to get to know me," you asserted, trying to maintain control of the situation. "not just sleep with me because you find me 'different' or 'fascinating'."
choso raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "who said anything about sleeping together, love?" he drawled, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. "i told you, i wanna know you intimately."
the male leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he spoke. "and believe me when i say that intimacy doesn't always involve sex," he whispered seductively. a shiver ran down your spine as choso's warm breath ghosted over your ear. despite your words, your body betrayed you, leaning into him involuntarily.
"but that's what you want, isn't it?" you asked, trying to resist the pull towards him.
"maybe," choso admitted with a sly grin. he pulled back slightly, locking eyes with you. "sometimes the most thrilling thing is not knowing what comes next," he murmured in a sultry voice.
you sighed in defeat, feeling yourself giving in to him. "fine," you conceded, your voice barely audible. "but don't expect me to just roll over for you."
"wouldn't dream of it, love," choso murmured, his fingers dancing in slow circles on your waist. his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him. "i do love a challenge, it's what keeps things interesting."
he leaned in closer, pressing his body against yours in a deliciously tantalizing way. "now," he purred, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "let's start with something simple."
choso’s lips brushed against yours in a teasing caress, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate seam of your lips. the sensation was electrifying, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure.
you gasped as his lips met hers, your hands instinctively moving to push him away. instead, you found yourself pulling him closer, kissing him back with equal passion.
your mind screamed at you to stop, to pull away before things went too far. but your body had other ideas, responding eagerly to his touch as you melted into his embrace.
choso groaned into the kiss, his body reacting instantly to the feel of you in his arms. his hands moved lower, slipping beneath your shirt to rest on your hips.
he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands tightened on you. he could feel your body squirming against his own, and he couldn't help but press himself closer, grinding his hardness against you.
breaking the kiss, he trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "God, you taste good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
you whimpered as he kissed down your neck, your head falling back to give him better access. your hands gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him even closer. "choso..." you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "we shouldn't..."
"shhh, love," choso hushed you, his lips continuing their downward trek. "no one needs to know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin.
his hands moved to unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down with practiced ease. he slipped his hand inside, fingers curling around the hem of your panties as he began to pull them down.
you moaned softly as he undid your jeans, her body betraying her despite her protests. you didn't resist as he pulled your pants down, stepping out of them once they reached her ankles.
"are you sure no one will find out?" you asked, your voice low.
" ‘m positive, darlin’," choso assured you, his voice a low murmur against her skin. "and if anyone does happen to find out," he added, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. "we'll just have to come up with a good lie."
his hand moved higher, slipping between your legs to tease at your wet folds. "now," he continued, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "why don't we let our bodies do the talking?"
you couldn't help but bite your lip as his touch sent shivers down your spine. despite your reservations, your body arched into his caress, betraying your desires. "okay…" you said softly, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. choso smirked, his fingers tracing teasingly along your inner thigh before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.
a shiver ran through you as his husky voice purred "good girl," the sound dripping with desire and commanding you to submit to him. the air around you seemed to thicken with tension as he leaned in closer, his growl sending waves of pleasure through your body.
choso’s free hand moved to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down over his hips and freeing his hardened length. his fingers traced along the length, feeling its familiar weight and girth. a bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the room. "are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
you nodded, biting your lip as you watched him stroke himself. the sight sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. "yeah," you said quietly, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.
"that's my girl," choso murmured, his hand stilling on his throbbing cock. he moved forward, positioning himself between your legs, the heat of your bodies radiating toward each other. "just relax, okay? i promise i'll take care of you." with those words, he’d thrust inside you, a low groan escaping his lips as he bottomed out within the velvety walls of your tight heat.
you couldn't help but arch your back and moan in pleasure as he began to move, each deep thrust igniting a fire within you. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, accompanied by your combined gasps and moans.
you cried out as he entered you, your nails digging into his shoulders. you had been expecting pain, but all you felt was pleasure. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. "oh god... choso..." you moaned, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure washed over you.
choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.
his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.
choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.
his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.
you moaned loudly as he fucked you, your nails digging into his shoulders. "more... please... choso..." you begged, your hips meeting his consistent thrusts.
you were lost in the pleasure, unable to think about anything else. all you knew was that you wanted more, needed more of choso.
choso grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he warned, his pace not slowing despite his warning. his hand moved to cup her face, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "you gonna cum for me, love?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.
your body trembled and arched against his as he relentlessly thrust into you, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your entire being. you whimpered and moaned, unable to form coherent words as you surrendered completely to the sensations. "mhm…" you hummed in response to his unspoken question, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your entangled bodies.
as the intensity built within you, your grip on choso tightened and your movements became more erratic. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming every nerve ending and leaving you gasping for air. his cock continued to fill you with blissful waves of ecstasy, your pussy clenching and milking him uncontrollably as he filled you with his seed.
finally, as the last shudders of pleasure subsided, you collapsed against choso's chest, panting and spent. the scent of sweat and sex filled the air around you, a physical manifestation of the passionate release you had just experienced together.
his breath hitched as he came down from his high, panting heavily as he tried to regain control of his senses. "that was... fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
you sat there panting, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. you could feel choso's cum starting to leak out of you, staining the floor beneath them.
"i never thought it would be like that," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.
choso chuckled, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer. "it gets better every time," he promised, his voice a low purr against your ear. "but right now," he added, his hand moving to stroke your hair. "we should probably clean up before someone sees us."
you nodded, though you made no move to actually get up. you were content to stay there in his arms, even if you both were covered in sweat.
"i guess you're right," you finally agreed, your voice soft.
as you walked through the threshold of your home a few days later, a sudden urge to declutter and organize took over. your room, once cluttered with knick-knacks and forgotten items, was now being tidied up in a frenzy.
you discarded things that no longer held meaning or were not even yours to begin with - like the half-filled box of lentils or the dusty laura nyro record that had been sitting untouched for years. as you sorted through the chaos, a sense of renewal filled the air, as if shedding unnecessary possessions would bring clarity and order to your life.
and just like the various items you threw away to declutter your living space, you also threw away your three year relationship to be with that little devil that crept into your life, a cigarette in hand and a blood red harley to take him wherever he wanted to go.
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note: yes this is a satoguru story who’s stopping me? me and my friend @vmpiires was talking about the deep meaning to this song and i randomly thought of this crazy idea. if you didn’t know, this song is inspired by the song “lovers rock” by tv girl ,, i love them sooo much!!
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ synopsis:˚୨୧⋆ after many flings were had between gojo and geto, gojo wonders if his feelings would go unheard once again.
✧˚ · . tags ✧˚ · . 2000s au, mentions of sex, smut(?), cursing, situationship, jealousy, alcohol use lmk if i kinda missed some please! (reblog + like + comment to support :3) , white mode needed.
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“is he sick of me..?” gojo asked in his head while twiddling with his light blue pencil as he was doing homework principal yaga gave him. he been fantasizing about if geto is actually sick of him, knowing he isn’t because they’re not in a very deep relationship like gojo thought they were. in his mind, he wishes for a better bond than the one he has right now with his friend. a bond so great that eventually— geto would be sick of being with him or seeing him. but in a good way, of course. almost similar to having his favorite food every night and wishing for a break although it tastes too good to let go.
trying to start conversations with avail to the point where he repeats what he said before just to make convo. cursing himself out in his head blaming himself for how stupid he sounded and how anxious he looked. even though they were never an official relationship, every time gojo would see another male like him approach geto, jealousy rises up into flames of rage.
but geto likes leading those dudes on. he likes the temptation of it. heartbroken with streams of tears down their face when they find out it’s always another one is how geto likes it. gojo almost begs for his attention and affection, even though geto might be in a relationship already. maybe in gojo’s head, they are in a relationship, it just seems as if geto’s eyes likes to wander all around.
geto wouldn’t let any partner stay the night, but if they were drunk or an excuse, he might. however, he was never open for a long term relationship at the moment— maybe a one night fling worked fine with him. geto’s is very fickle and can change his mind in a heartbeat. his love is compared to a cigarette, which burns fast and is easily snuffed out. anytime gojo takes a look at geto smoking, he thinks about their flings and how quick it ended.
the way geto drags the cigarette to his lips reminds gojo of the same way geto put the cigarette between his lips for him. this hurt for gojo to reminisce about. giving geto relief from the cigarette, but as soon as it burns out, that same wanting feeling comes back to haunt him. its a metaphor for wanting love and not just sex but only getting it ever so often. what little love geto and gojo had was passionate but flinging. the rest of the time, they’re just thinking about having it once more.
after the flinging moment passes, and all said is done, it left a hole of emptiness in both geto and gojo. “it was a bittersweet moment..” gojo reminisced about the last time him and geto last met up to fling. nails digging into geto’s back while geto was thrusting slowly into gojo’s gushy walls. echos of grunts and skin clapping entered as the thought of gojo’s mind.
after all that happened, nothing changed between them. after the kiss and the sex, no relationship was formed and they remained friends. after the high of the moment passed, gojo is back with where they started — with nothing.
with a intoxicated mind and a burnt out heart, he stared at the ceiling wondering where he went wrong at. how did it end up like this? was it something he did? was it something he said? questioning all these thoughts with no specific answer. this love they had burned like a cigarette, and it shows.
geto’s memory still haunts his mind when he closes his eyes and even when he sees him in class. trying so hard not to stare at him for so long or he’ll go thinking about geto’s tongue being down his throat, but that won’t happen for a while.
because this love left him with nothing.
“how many people did you kiss?” geto curiously asked gojo while sliding his hand up and down his thigh, obviously not sober from the canned beer he drunk. “very few.” gojo answered back with a less serious tone while being slightly intoxicated too. “but you offered me a kiss. why?” geto’s brow furrowed slightly, turning gojo’s chin towards him so they could make eye contact. “such a stupid reason, but.. i just.. wanted to kiss you” gojo’s reply made geto’s heart thump and his mouth form a light smile in the corner.
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note: i need a sandwich and a geto plushie to help me post this because what. did yall notice the morse code in between the song and in the end? i heard it stands for “MWW: my whole world” so cute.
ty for tag bee!!! i removed reblogs bc it was getting long :')
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ he loves you so much. he just can’t understand why you don’t love him back. wc, 1.02K. dark mode recommended.
␥ note. this story is based off ‘not allowed’ by tv girl and choso is obviously perfect for this idea i have. me and @5kstxrz were talking about the meanings of tv girl's lyrics and how deep they are. shit made me cry a bit...but i hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee
␥ tags. 90s AU, female reader, female anatomy, choso is in a one-sided love situation with reader, drinking, smoking, masturbation, jealousy, smut (?), lmk if i missed anything
␥ misc. masterlist AO3
the acrid smell of smoke filled the small apartment, billowing up to the ceiling and swirling in an ominous dance. choso sat on the corner of the couch, playing with a switchblade in one hand while a cigarette dangled lazily from his lips. outside, the sky rumbled with thunder, and sheets of rain pounded against the glass panes as if pleading to be let inside.
the dim light cast shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere feel even more tense and foreboding. but choso remained unfazed, lost in his own thoughts as he absentmindedly flicked open and closed the blade in his hand.
the lit cigarette made a soft plop as it landed in the ornate, yet worn ashtray on the coffee table. it rolled around momentarily before coming to rest in a comfortable position. choso took a swig from his can of beer, lifting it to his lips and gulping down the cold, bitter liquid like a parched animal.
on the table in front of him lay scattered polaroids of you, your bright smile shining through the images. but in each one, there was also a man whose face had been scribbled out with a bold black permanent marker. you were always so beautiful, he thought to himself. why would you waste your time with someone who never even bothered to take you dancing, playing with your head?
choso gazed intently at the breathtaking backdrop of the spring season. the delicate cherry blossom trees adorned the landscape, their branches gracefully draping overhead like a string of luminous lanterns during the lunar year. the vibrant pink petals danced in the gentle breeze, filling the air with a sweet floral fragrance that intoxicated the senses.
as he observed this picturesque scene, choso couldn't help but wonder if this man you were so in love with was truly bringing joy and happiness into your life. did he ever make you cum? did he ever make you cry? he wasn't sure but, he was truly determined to change all of that for you.
those little wires in your mind were being sewn together, rubbed, and severed by the heat. you couldn't even begin to fathom how long choso could stare into your picture and wish that it was him instead of that parasite you call your crush.
choso knew he couldn't be angry. it wouldn't be fair for you. i guess it's different because you love him, he thought to himself as he took another swig of his beer, a thin trail of saliva stretching from his bottom lip to the metal of the can.
as the male drank, forcing himself to forget about you and how you were probably getting pounded into the mattress by someone who wasn't him, he decided to use his own sick and twisted imagination. his mind was always interactive, and his dreams were vivid and memorable. they always made him smile when you were in those dreams.
in a recent dream, choso found himself standing on your doorstep, his hot breath fanning over your forehead as he leaned in to lick the sweat from your skin. your fingers were tangled in his hair, gently tugging and guiding him closer. the air was thick with desire as leather jackets fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
as he reminisced about this dream, choso felt his hips bucking lightly against his fist, a low groan escaping his lips as he imagined it was your touch instead of his. he could almost feel your hand wrapped around him, slick with saliva as you teased and stroked him. or maybe it was your mouth, warm and wet as the pink muscle slid against his glossy tip, driving him wild with pleasure.
a chaotic mess of papers littered his room, each one filled with love letters, soulful song lyrics, and passionate poems - all written for you. he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever have the courage to send one to you or serenade you with a single sonnet. would you even appreciate them? he worried they would turn sour instantly, the words losing their potency once spoken aloud when he's only being honest.
his fingertips were stained with traces of his own release, a physical manifestation of the emotions and alcohol coursing through his veins. the weight of his head against the arm of the couch added to the sensation of being drunk, both from the liquor and his turbulent thoughts. his gaze rested on the landline phone hanging against the wall, its cord twisting like a snake in mid-air.
he leaned back against the arm of the couch, his head tilted upwards as if searching for answers in the ceiling above. the room was spinning around him, the only still object being the glowing numbers on the digital clock ticking away on the side table. you never called. and choso was starting to suspect that you don't intend to do anything you say at all. wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies.
“fuck,” the curse slipped out between his gritted teeth as he glared at the relentless rain. it was like a physical manifestation of a third party that was blocking him from reaching you, his heart's desire. the sound of the downpour echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his unrequited love for you as you remained locked away in your house, captivated by the shadows of clouds rather than the beauty of the falling rain or the sweet aroma it brought as it pattered against the asphalt, and it only added to his frustration.
choso berated himself for being foolish enough to fall for someone like you. but it was okay. even if he was sitting alone, watching from a distance as you dashed off with another man, he didn't mind remaining just your friend. just for a little bit longer. even if it meant having even a small place in your life.
as the rain continued its steady rhythm against the asphalt, he couldn't help but feel that it mirrored his own emotions - a constant and unyielding force that would never be satisfied.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how the jjk males would react if they heard their child cursing ·˚ ༘
✰ a/n: this is a very stupid thing to write about but this is my FIRST TIME writing on here so .. 🙎🏾♀️ .
cursing, that’s it.
✧.* hakari kinji ✧.*
after a long day of work, hakari decided to take some time off in his living room watching one of his favorites with his feet kicked up on the table. his child was on the floor drawing in their coloring book kirara got them for their birthday. suddenly, the crayon they were drawing with snapped into two pieces, causing them to curse out of anger. “damn it…” they snapped, throwing the crayon across the room and crossing their arms. a short time passed after they realized what they done. their eyes widened while slowly looking up at their father who was already looking down at them.
“i know yo ass ain’t cuss.” hakari fussed. “who you learn that shit from?” he exclaimed and demanded a answer. before the child could answer, hakari cut them off. “go to yo fuckin room” he gritted through his teeth while his child ran to their room and slammed the door shut. “got me fucked up…” hakari mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and going back to watching tv. “and get these fucking crayons up!” hakari exclaimed, making the house echo with his voice.
‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ satoru gojo ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊
in the living room of his own home on a rainy day, gojo sat on the couch with his legs crossed watching cocomelon on his laptop while his child was on their phone. his child got enraged by something they saw on their phone and slipped out a curse word. “… bitch.” his child shut their phone off and crossed their arms with a pouty look. gojo pressed the space button on his laptop to pause the show and look at his child in confusion. “.. now what i do?” gojo’s brows furrowed as his voice carried a very confounded tone.
his child’s expression seemed worried while they covered their mouth with both hands. soon enough, they decided to explain why they cursed. “no no— it wasn’t towards you.. it was just..” during their explanation, gojo cut them with a harsh like tone. “now, you know i don’t condone all that cussing in my house.” gojo lectured his child while they stared in regret. “and now just for cursing… go uh… clean your room.” gojo gave his child a order while they got up and stomped their way to their bedroom. “that’ll teach em.” gojo assured himself while nodding and clicking the pause button to resume the show.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ suguru geto ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
since it was time to go grocery shopping, geto took his two daughters to go with him because he didn’t trust them being alone in the house for two reasons. one: because they might burn the house down. and two: they weren’t old enough to handle that type of responsibility.. so here he was holding one of his daughters hand while the other was pushing the cart. sadly, the cart rolled over the girls foot, causing her to grab her foot in pain. “oh fuck..oh.” coming to quickly realize she cursed in front of her sister and father. both the sister and geto looked at her in shock. “ouu you cursed” the other sister said, pointing at her and snickering. “where did you learn that language from? your monkey friends? monkey see, monkey do?” geto assumed, raising his brow awaiting her answer.
growing nervous, she gulped loudly and looked at geto with an uneasy utterance. before she could even try to explain, geto addressed her and her actions. “i don’t want to hear that ever again. understand?” geto glared at his daughter before he turned to his other one. “that goes for both of you.”
ׂׂૢ note: i was really bored so i made this .. don’t judge my work deadass 😒!!
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