Kixxtie

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.