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“You want to?” He kisses your lips once more before breaking contact, looking you in the eyes while you nod. “Then sure, let’s go for a drink.”

But one drink became two, then three, then you met a group of people that wanted to invite you for shots. Then you’re taking body shots of Caesar’s abs and suddenly someone suggests going to the Burlesque down the street, the only one in town. And your drunk self thought it was the best idea ever.

“Nghh, do we really have to go?” Caesar slurred, grabbing you by the waist as you walked in the street. “The only woman I wanna see naked is… you!”

He tries to boop your nose. “Ow! Caesar, that’s my eye!”

He’s giggling now, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “Sorry.”

You and Caesar stumble into the Burlesque club, the bass thumping through your bodies, Caesar’s arm is slung heavy around your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he laughs at something silly you said outside. 

“See? This is fun,” you tease, pulling him closer to a spot near the front. “Way better than another movie night.”

He just grins and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “Only because you’re here, bella.”

You both find seats at a sticky table, ordering another round of drinks that you probably don’t need. The crowd cheers as the next performer is announced, and the lights shift to a sultry red glow. Then he steps out.

Joseph Joestar.

Your best friend Joseph, in a tight body suit and star-shaped nipple covers that show way too much of his muscular chest he’s always bragging about. He’s owning the stage, hips rolling, arms flexing in smooth motions that scream he’s done this a lot. 

Your mouth drops open. Caesar freezes beside you, his hand still on your thigh.

For a second Joseph spinning and dipping like it’s nothing. But then his eyes scan the crowd and land right on you two. His face goes bright red, eyes wide in embarrassment. He misses a step, nearly trips over his own feet and the smooth dance turns into something awkward and rushed. The crowd still claps, but Joseph bolts off the stage early, muttering something under his breath as the lights follow him off.

You and Caesar just sit there, dumbfounded. The music keeps going, another dancer taking the spotlight, but neither of you can look away from the side door where Joseph disappeared.

“Did... did we imagine that?” you whisper, turning to Caesar. Your heart is hammering from the drinks and the shock.

Caesar’s mouth is still half-open, his pretty blue eyes blinking slowly. “That was Joseph, right?” He rubs a hand over his face, trying to hide a laugh but failing. “He looked good.”

You can’t help it, you start giggling too, the alcohol making everything funnier. “Yeah, he did.”

Joseph’s been “working late” for months and now it all makes sense. No wonder he’s been dodging questions about his job.

Before you can decide what to do, Joseph peeks back out from the side of the stage, now with a hoodie thrown over his dance clothes. He spots you and turns even redder when you make eye contact with him. He hides again.

He paces in the backstage, going a bit insane not only because of the embarrassment (gosh, he doesn’t even want to think about the jokes) but because it was you and Caesar of all people. You and Caesar. For you two, you are best friends. For him, you are the people he dreams about, kissing and giggling together. But now that you saw him like that? There’s no way you’re gonna find him attractive anymore.

You and Caesar take a moment to react

“We should go to him, right?” you say in a breath. 

Caesar nods hard. “Fuck, yes. We can’t just leave him like this.”

You weave through the crowd together and manage to get inside the hallway of the dressing rooms, you knock twice in the door another dancer told you that Joseph was. He opens the door after a second and just starts talking with you two still at the door.

“Guys... I... uh...” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. “This isn’t what it looks like! Well, it is, but crap, I needed the cash, okay? Don’t tell anyone, please”

You bite your lip because he looks so damn cute right now. “Can we come in?”

Joseph furrows his eyebrows then nods, opening the door wider and letting you inside, closing it.

Caesar stares at him. “Joseph, you were actually good up there. Until you saw us.”

Joseph groans, burying his face in his hands. “Shut up, Caesar! This is so humiliating. Why are you even here?”

You swallow, heart racing for a whole new reason now. “We, um... just wanted a fun night out. We didn’t expect to find you here of all places.”

Joseph looks so small under that hoodie, shoulders hunched, cheeks flushed dark red. His usual loud confidence is gone, replaced by a sort of vulnerability that makes your chest ache. He keeps glancing at the floor, wishing it would open up and drop him straight to the center of the earth.

“Hey, JoJo,” you say softly, stepping closer. “Now that your secret’s out... we can tell you one of ours. Make it even, right? It’s kinda embarrassing too.”

Caesar raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop you. Joseph lifts his head a little, curious despite everything. “What? You guys rob a bank or something?”

You laugh lightly, trying to keep it playful. “No, nothing like that. Me and Caesar... we’ve been making out. Like, a lot. We didn’t want to tell you because we figured you’d freak out about your two best friends fooling around.”

You expect him to yell, or tease, or make some big dramatic scene. Instead his face falls even more. The color drains from his cheeks and his beautiful bright eyes that usually sparkle with mischief look... sad. Really sad. He tries to smile but it wobbles and dies halfway.

“Oh,” he mumbles, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “That’s... that’s cool. I’m happy for you guys.”

His hands fidget with the hem of his hoodie and he won’t meet either of your eyes anymore. Caesar notices too, his playful expression fading into concern. “Woah, hey. What’s wrong, amico?”

Joseph lets out a shaky breath, rubbing the back of his neck hard. “Nothing, uh… It’s late, I have a few dances left and I’d prefer for you guys to leave. Don’t tell anyone, please.”

You and Caesar exchange a worried glance, Joseph looks so defeated standing there, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, voice cracking just a little on that last please. 

“Okay... if that’s what you want,” you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm for a second. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. “We’ll go. But text us when you’re done, yeah? Please?”

Caesar nods. “We’re sorry for crashing your night like this, Joseph. Take care of yourself up there.” 

The two of you head out of the club, the cool night air hitting your faces and clearing some of the drunk fog. Neither of you says much at first. You walk close together, shoulders brushing, but the worry sits between you loudly. 

“He looked so sad,” you whisper, biting your lip. “I thought telling him would even things out... but I messed up.”

Caesar sighs, slipping his arm around your waist anyway. “We should have waited, I don’t know. Let’s just get home and figure out what to do tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Joseph stands frozen for a long moment after you two leave. He takes off his hoodie and sits down on the tiny couch he has there. He feels like a complete idiot, his chest hurts, he keeps replaying the way you looked at Caesar. How could he not realize? You two were making out every other night while he was out here dancing for tips, dreaming about maybe confessing one day. Now you were together and he was just the embarrassing best friend who shakes his ass on stage.

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes but he wipes them away angrily. He feels stupid for crying for this shit. You probably feel sorry for him now, he can’t put himself together to see you two again.

He knows he has to go back out there in a few minutes, paste his performer smile and move like nothing’s wrong. But he’s alone with his thoughts, thinking how much of a fool he feels like and how lonely the night suddenly seems.

You and Caesar agree that the best thing you can do is give Joseph some space, but what are you meant to do when said space becomes too damn long for you to handle. You miss him. So. Fucking. Much. Being with Caesar is fine, but when it’s the three of you together, sharing food on the floor of your apartment because you only have one chair, fighting about what movie to watch or making fun of Caesar’s questionable food choices. That’s when you feel the best. And Caesar too. Something is missing when it’s just the two of you.

After four long days of radio silence, the quiet in your apartment starts to feel unbearable. Joseph has not answered a single text, you and Caesar keep catching each other staring at your phones, hoping. Finally you both decide enough is enough.

That night you head back to the club together, nerves buzzing under your skin. You check the stage schedule posted near the entrance and wait until Joseph’s set is over before slipping inside. The dressing room door is half open, and there he is.

Joseph stands in front of a cracked mirror in nothing but some tight stage pants, brushing his dark hair back with frustrated strokes. The muscles in his back tense when he catches your reflection.

He spins around fast, eyes wide at first then narrowing in anger. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

You step inside first, heart pounding hard. Caesar stays right behind you, quiet but solid.

“We gave you space, Joseph,” you say, voice already heating up. “We miss you. I miss my best friend. You can’t just shut us out forever because things got weird one night.”

Joseph’s grip tightens on the hairbrush until his knuckles turn white. “You think I’m shutting you out? You show up here, in my dressing room, right before I have to go dance again and act like I’m the one being dramatic? Why can’t you just leave me alone for a little longer?”

His words sting and you feel your face get hot. “Because we love having you around, you idiot! I gave you time to clear your head but now I want my Joseph back. Not this version who hides from us.”

Caesar tries to cut in gently but Joseph is already shaking, chest rising fast. The brush clatters onto the counter as he steps closer, voice getting louder and louder.

“You’re the idiot! How can you not realize that I’m in love with both of you?” he practically shouts, eyes shiny and desperate. “I have been for ages! Every time we hang out I feel like my heart is gonna explode and I-I push it down because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. Then I see you two together and it kills me. So yeah, I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. And I don’t know how to be around you anymore.”

The dressing room goes dead quiet except for Joseph’s heavy breathing. He looks raw, like he’s about to cry. No one moves or talks for a long second, before Caesar takes a step between both of you.

“Did you guys finish screaming at each other?” he asks, calm but tired. His golden hair catches the cheap dressing room light, making him look too pretty for a moment like this.

You and Joseph both freeze, breathing hard. 

Caesar sighs softly and runs a hand through his own hair. “Look, this is messy. We all messed up a bit. But Joseph, you can’t drop something like that and then expect us to just walk away again.”

Joseph looks down at the floor, shoulders slumping. All that fire from a second ago drains out of him, leaving him looking small and scared in the middle of the tiny room. 

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he mumbles. “It’s been eating me up inside. Seeing you act all secret and cute while I was over here wishing I could be part of it. I felt like an idiot. Still do.”

Your chest tightens, you step around Caesar and reach for Joseph’s hand without thinking. His fingers are warm and a little shaky when they curl around yours. 

“You’re not an idiot, JoJo. We had no idea.”

Caesar moves closer too, placing a careful hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “You were good on that stage, you know. Even when you almost fell on your face seeing us.” A tiny smile tugs at his lips, trying to lighten the mood. “And we miss our trio. The apartment feels empty without you stealing all the blankets.”

Joseph lets out a watery laugh, but his eyes still look shiny. He squeezes your hand back, thumb brushing over your knuckles in that familiar nervous way. “So what now? I just confessed I’m in love with my two best friends. What the fuck does one in this situation?”

You and Caesar share a quick look, enough to know exactly what you were thinking. You talked first. “Why don’t we sit down?”

Joseph blinks at you like he is not sure he heard right, but he lets you pull him over to the small worn out couch in the corner of the dressing room. The three of you squeeze onto it together, your thigh pressed against his and Caesar on his other side. The space is tiny so you are all basically tangled already.

“You’re not an idiot, Joseph,” you say softly, reaching up to brush some hair out of his face. “You are actually really amazing. I love how loud you get when you are excited. So passionate and funny. I never wanted to hurt you by keeping things from you.”

Caesar nods, his hand resting on Joseph’s knee now, thumb rubbing slow circles there. “She’s right. You’re strong and stupidly handsome. You have no idea how much we both like having you around. How much we need you.”

Joseph’s cheeks turn bright red again, but this time it’s not just from embarrassment. He shifts a little between you two, looking confused as hell when your fingers trail down his arm and Caesar leans in closer, nuzzling against his shoulder. 

“W-wait, what is this?” he stutters, eyes wide as he glances between you and Caesar. “Are you messing with me right now?”

You smile softly and cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his warm skin. “We are not messing with you. I think we have feelings for you too. It has always been the three of us, right? Maybe we didn’t see it before because we were scared, but now that it’s out, it feels right.”

Caesar presses a light kiss to Joseph’s temple, making the poor guy freeze up completely. “We want you here with us. If you’ll have us.”

Joseph is speechless, but he’s not rejecting any of your touches.

You lean forward first, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re so cute when you get flustered.”

“I’m-I’m not flustered,” he tries, pouting a little

Caesar chuckles low, his hand sliding up Joseph’s back, fingers tracing the muscles there. He kisses the other side of Joseph’s neck, making Joseph shiver hard between you. 

“So strong,” Caesar murmurs. “All that dancing has done you good, bet you’re really flexible too.”

Joseph lets out a shaky breath, one hand coming up to grip your waist because he needs something to hold onto. 

“You two.. mmm,” he mumbles. He turns his head toward you and you meet him halfway.

The kiss starts gentle, just lips brushing, but Joseph makes this little surprised sound that melts into neediness. His mouth is eager, a little clumsy from nerves, you smile into it while your fingers run through his hair. Caesar watches for a second before he leans in too, kissing along Joseph’s jaw and then catching his lips when you pull back for air.

You keep touching him, hands roaming over his bare chest, feeling the way his heart hammers under your palm. Caesar’s fingers knead at his shoulder, then slide down to his side, pulling him closer until Joseph is basically sandwiched between your bodies. Soft kisses turn a little longer, a little hungrier. Joseph’s hand squeezes your hip, thumb rubbing circles there, while his other hand finds Caesar’s thigh.

You’re in such a high you don’t even hear someone knocking and shouting that Joseph has to perform in about five minutes.

a/n: this is a mess but that fanart has been stucked in my brain for months. don't ask for part 2 cause i won't be writing it

“You want to?” He kisses your lips once more before breaking contact, looking you in the eyes while you nod. “Then sure, let’s go for a drink.”

But one drink became two, then three, then you met a group of people that wanted to invite you for shots. Then you’re taking body shots of Caesar’s abs and suddenly someone suggests going to the Burlesque down the street, the only one in town. And your drunk self thought it was the best idea ever.

“Nghh, do we really have to go?” Caesar slurred, grabbing you by the waist as you walked in the street. “The only woman I wanna see naked is… you!”

He tries to boop your nose. “Ow! Caesar, that’s my eye!”

He’s giggling now, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “Sorry.”

You and Caesar stumble into the Burlesque club, the bass thumping through your bodies, Caesar’s arm is slung heavy around your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he laughs at something silly you said outside. 

“See? This is fun,” you tease, pulling him closer to a spot near the front. “Way better than another movie night.”

He just grins and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “Only because you’re here, bella.”

You both find seats at a sticky table, ordering another round of drinks that you probably don’t need. The crowd cheers as the next performer is announced, and the lights shift to a sultry red glow. Then he steps out.

Joseph Joestar.

Your best friend Joseph, in a tight body suit and star-shaped nipple covers that show way too much of his muscular chest he’s always bragging about. He’s owning the stage, hips rolling, arms flexing in smooth motions that scream he’s done this a lot. 

Your mouth drops open. Caesar freezes beside you, his hand still on your thigh.

For a second Joseph spinning and dipping like it’s nothing. But then his eyes scan the crowd and land right on you two. His face goes bright red, eyes wide in embarrassment. He misses a step, nearly trips over his own feet and the smooth dance turns into something awkward and rushed. The crowd still claps, but Joseph bolts off the stage early, muttering something under his breath as the lights follow him off.

You and Caesar just sit there, dumbfounded. The music keeps going, another dancer taking the spotlight, but neither of you can look away from the side door where Joseph disappeared.

“Did... did we imagine that?” you whisper, turning to Caesar. Your heart is hammering from the drinks and the shock.

Caesar’s mouth is still half-open, his pretty blue eyes blinking slowly. “That was Joseph, right?” He rubs a hand over his face, trying to hide a laugh but failing. “He looked good.”

You can’t help it, you start giggling too, the alcohol making everything funnier. “Yeah, he did.”

Joseph’s been “working late” for months and now it all makes sense. No wonder he’s been dodging questions about his job.

Before you can decide what to do, Joseph peeks back out from the side of the stage, now with a hoodie thrown over his dance clothes. He spots you and turns even redder when you make eye contact with him. He hides again.

He paces in the backstage, going a bit insane not only because of the embarrassment (gosh, he doesn’t even want to think about the jokes) but because it was you and Caesar of all people. You and Caesar. For you two, you are best friends. For him, you are the people he dreams about, kissing and giggling together. But now that you saw him like that? There’s no way you’re gonna find him attractive anymore.

You and Caesar take a moment to react

“We should go to him, right?” you say in a breath. 

Caesar nods hard. “Fuck, yes. We can’t just leave him like this.”

You weave through the crowd together and manage to get inside the hallway of the dressing rooms, you knock twice in the door another dancer told you that Joseph was. He opens the door after a second and just starts talking with you two still at the door.

“Guys... I... uh...” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. “This isn’t what it looks like! Well, it is, but crap, I needed the cash, okay? Don’t tell anyone, please”

You bite your lip because he looks so damn cute right now. “Can we come in?”

Joseph furrows his eyebrows then nods, opening the door wider and letting you inside, closing it.

Caesar stares at him. “Joseph, you were actually good up there. Until you saw us.”

Joseph groans, burying his face in his hands. “Shut up, Caesar! This is so humiliating. Why are you even here?”

You swallow, heart racing for a whole new reason now. “We, um... just wanted a fun night out. We didn’t expect to find you here of all places.”

Joseph looks so small under that hoodie, shoulders hunched, cheeks flushed dark red. His usual loud confidence is gone, replaced by a sort of vulnerability that makes your chest ache. He keeps glancing at the floor, wishing it would open up and drop him straight to the center of the earth.

“Hey, JoJo,” you say softly, stepping closer. “Now that your secret’s out... we can tell you one of ours. Make it even, right? It’s kinda embarrassing too.”

Caesar raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop you. Joseph lifts his head a little, curious despite everything. “What? You guys rob a bank or something?”

You laugh lightly, trying to keep it playful. “No, nothing like that. Me and Caesar... we’ve been making out. Like, a lot. We didn’t want to tell you because we figured you’d freak out about your two best friends fooling around.”

You expect him to yell, or tease, or make some big dramatic scene. Instead his face falls even more. The color drains from his cheeks and his beautiful bright eyes that usually sparkle with mischief look... sad. Really sad. He tries to smile but it wobbles and dies halfway.

“Oh,” he mumbles, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “That’s... that’s cool. I’m happy for you guys.”

His hands fidget with the hem of his hoodie and he won’t meet either of your eyes anymore. Caesar notices too, his playful expression fading into concern. “Woah, hey. What’s wrong, amico?”

Joseph lets out a shaky breath, rubbing the back of his neck hard. “Nothing, uh… It’s late, I have a few dances left and I’d prefer for you guys to leave. Don’t tell anyone, please.”

You and Caesar exchange a worried glance, Joseph looks so defeated standing there, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, voice cracking just a little on that last please. 

“Okay... if that’s what you want,” you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm for a second. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. “We’ll go. But text us when you’re done, yeah? Please?”

Caesar nods. “We’re sorry for crashing your night like this, Joseph. Take care of yourself up there.” 

The two of you head out of the club, the cool night air hitting your faces and clearing some of the drunk fog. Neither of you says much at first. You walk close together, shoulders brushing, but the worry sits between you loudly. 

“He looked so sad,” you whisper, biting your lip. “I thought telling him would even things out... but I messed up.”

Caesar sighs, slipping his arm around your waist anyway. “We should have waited, I don’t know. Let’s just get home and figure out what to do tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Joseph stands frozen for a long moment after you two leave. He takes off his hoodie and sits down on the tiny couch he has there. He feels like a complete idiot, his chest hurts, he keeps replaying the way you looked at Caesar. How could he not realize? You two were making out every other night while he was out here dancing for tips, dreaming about maybe confessing one day. Now you were together and he was just the embarrassing best friend who shakes his ass on stage.

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes but he wipes them away angrily. He feels stupid for crying for this shit. You probably feel sorry for him now, he can’t put himself together to see you two again.

He knows he has to go back out there in a few minutes, paste his performer smile and move like nothing’s wrong. But he’s alone with his thoughts, thinking how much of a fool he feels like and how lonely the night suddenly seems.

You and Caesar agree that the best thing you can do is give Joseph some space, but what are you meant to do when said space becomes too damn long for you to handle. You miss him. So. Fucking. Much. Being with Caesar is fine, but when it’s the three of you together, sharing food on the floor of your apartment because you only have one chair, fighting about what movie to watch or making fun of Caesar’s questionable food choices. That’s when you feel the best. And Caesar too. Something is missing when it’s just the two of you.

After four long days of radio silence, the quiet in your apartment starts to feel unbearable. Joseph has not answered a single text, you and Caesar keep catching each other staring at your phones, hoping. Finally you both decide enough is enough.

That night you head back to the club together, nerves buzzing under your skin. You check the stage schedule posted near the entrance and wait until Joseph’s set is over before slipping inside. The dressing room door is half open, and there he is.

Joseph stands in front of a cracked mirror in nothing but some tight stage pants, brushing his dark hair back with frustrated strokes. The muscles in his back tense when he catches your reflection.

He spins around fast, eyes wide at first then narrowing in anger. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

You step inside first, heart pounding hard. Caesar stays right behind you, quiet but solid.

“We gave you space, Joseph,” you say, voice already heating up. “We miss you. I miss my best friend. You can’t just shut us out forever because things got weird one night.”

Joseph’s grip tightens on the hairbrush until his knuckles turn white. “You think I’m shutting you out? You show up here, in my dressing room, right before I have to go dance again and act like I’m the one being dramatic? Why can’t you just leave me alone for a little longer?”

His words sting and you feel your face get hot. “Because we love having you around, you idiot! I gave you time to clear your head but now I want my Joseph back. Not this version who hides from us.”

Caesar tries to cut in gently but Joseph is already shaking, chest rising fast. The brush clatters onto the counter as he steps closer, voice getting louder and louder.

“You’re the idiot! How can you not realize that I’m in love with both of you?” he practically shouts, eyes shiny and desperate. “I have been for ages! Every time we hang out I feel like my heart is gonna explode and I-I push it down because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. Then I see you two together and it kills me. So yeah, I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. And I don’t know how to be around you anymore.”

The dressing room goes dead quiet except for Joseph’s heavy breathing. He looks raw, like he’s about to cry. No one moves or talks for a long second, before Caesar takes a step between both of you.

“Did you guys finish screaming at each other?” he asks, calm but tired. His golden hair catches the cheap dressing room light, making him look too pretty for a moment like this.

You and Joseph both freeze, breathing hard. 

Caesar sighs softly and runs a hand through his own hair. “Look, this is messy. We all messed up a bit. But Joseph, you can’t drop something like that and then expect us to just walk away again.”

Joseph looks down at the floor, shoulders slumping. All that fire from a second ago drains out of him, leaving him looking small and scared in the middle of the tiny room. 

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he mumbles. “It’s been eating me up inside. Seeing you act all secret and cute while I was over here wishing I could be part of it. I felt like an idiot. Still do.”

Your chest tightens, you step around Caesar and reach for Joseph’s hand without thinking. His fingers are warm and a little shaky when they curl around yours. 

“You’re not an idiot, JoJo. We had no idea.”

Caesar moves closer too, placing a careful hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “You were good on that stage, you know. Even when you almost fell on your face seeing us.” A tiny smile tugs at his lips, trying to lighten the mood. “And we miss our trio. The apartment feels empty without you stealing all the blankets.”

Joseph lets out a watery laugh, but his eyes still look shiny. He squeezes your hand back, thumb brushing over your knuckles in that familiar nervous way. “So what now? I just confessed I’m in love with my two best friends. What the fuck does one in this situation?”

You and Caesar share a quick look, enough to know exactly what you were thinking. You talked first. “Why don’t we sit down?”

Joseph blinks at you like he is not sure he heard right, but he lets you pull him over to the small worn out couch in the corner of the dressing room. The three of you squeeze onto it together, your thigh pressed against his and Caesar on his other side. The space is tiny so you are all basically tangled already.

“You’re not an idiot, Joseph,” you say softly, reaching up to brush some hair out of his face. “You are actually really amazing. I love how loud you get when you are excited. So passionate and funny. I never wanted to hurt you by keeping things from you.”

Caesar nods, his hand resting on Joseph’s knee now, thumb rubbing slow circles there. “She’s right. You’re strong and stupidly handsome. You have no idea how much we both like having you around. How much we need you.”

Joseph’s cheeks turn bright red again, but this time it’s not just from embarrassment. He shifts a little between you two, looking confused as hell when your fingers trail down his arm and Caesar leans in closer, nuzzling against his shoulder. 

“W-wait, what is this?” he stutters, eyes wide as he glances between you and Caesar. “Are you messing with me right now?”

You smile softly and cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his warm skin. “We are not messing with you. I think we have feelings for you too. It has always been the three of us, right? Maybe we didn’t see it before because we were scared, but now that it’s out, it feels right.”

Caesar presses a light kiss to Joseph’s temple, making the poor guy freeze up completely. “We want you here with us. If you’ll have us.”

Joseph is speechless, but he’s not rejecting any of your touches.

You lean forward first, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re so cute when you get flustered.”

“I’m-I’m not flustered,” he tries, pouting a little

Caesar chuckles low, his hand sliding up Joseph’s back, fingers tracing the muscles there. He kisses the other side of Joseph’s neck, making Joseph shiver hard between you. 

“So strong,” Caesar murmurs. “All that dancing has done you good, bet you’re really flexible too.”

Joseph lets out a shaky breath, one hand coming up to grip your waist because he needs something to hold onto. 

“You two.. mmm,” he mumbles. He turns his head toward you and you meet him halfway.

The kiss starts gentle, just lips brushing, but Joseph makes this little surprised sound that melts into neediness. His mouth is eager, a little clumsy from nerves, you smile into it while your fingers run through his hair. Caesar watches for a second before he leans in too, kissing along Joseph’s jaw and then catching his lips when you pull back for air.

You keep touching him, hands roaming over his bare chest, feeling the way his heart hammers under your palm. Caesar’s fingers knead at his shoulder, then slide down to his side, pulling him closer until Joseph is basically sandwiched between your bodies. Soft kisses turn a little longer, a little hungrier. Joseph’s hand squeezes your hip, thumb rubbing circles there, while his other hand finds Caesar’s thigh.

You’re in such a high you don’t even hear someone knocking and shouting that Joseph has to perform in about five minutes.

a/n: this is a mess but that fanart has been stucked in my brain for months. don't ask for part 2 cause i won't be writing it

personal trainer!hot pants who starts noticing how much stronger you're getting. When you finally hit that big goal you've been chasing, she tells you this calls for a proper reward, nothing gym related, just dinner at this cute little spot she knows.

personal trainer!hot pants who shows up to dinner in something softer than her usual workout gear, short hair down and her serious trainer face replaced with a shy smile. She's a little nervous but keeps the conversation flowing, asking about your life outside the gym because she's been dying to know more.

personal trainer!hot pants who suggests hitting a bar after dinner because the night feels too good to end. The music is loud and the drinks go down easy, and before long she's pulling you onto the dance floor, her hands on your hips as you both move together, bodies brushing closer with every song.

personal trainer!hot pants who gets a little tipsy and lets her guard down completely. She leans in close while you're dancing, breath warm against your ear and confesses: "Babe, do you know how much I love seeing you all sweaty during sessions? Makes me want to touch you even more..."

personal trainer!hot pants who blushes hard when you smirk and tell her: "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm pretty sweaty right now. You can have a taste if you want." Her eyes go wide but she doesn't pull away, she nods and tells you that she'd like that a lot.

personal trainer!hot pants who lets you take her hand and lead her through the crowd toward the bathroom. The second the door clicks shut behind you two, she's on you, pressing you against the sink with hungry kisses, hands sliding under your clothes. "So pretty," she whispers as she pushes your skirt up.

personal trainer!hot pants who drops to her knees without hesitation, pushing your legs apart and tasting the sweat on your skin just like she said she wanted. Her tongue is eager, exploring every inch while her fingers slide inside you, curling just right because she's already learned your body so well from all those training touches. "F-fuck, HP... you're gonna make me cum hah fast."

personal trainer!hot pants who looks up at you the whole time with her big eyes, fingers pumping steadily as she eats you out like she's starving for it. She moans against you when you grab her hair, loving how you shake and fall apart under her mouth in the dim bathroom light.

personal trainer!hot pants who stays on her knees until you're trembling and finished, then stands up and kisses you deep so you can taste yourself on her lips. "You taste so. fucking. good," she whispers against your lips. "I think I'm addicted to you now, pretty." You can't help but giggle, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer and keep kissing.

But one lazy afternoon you were scrolling through your phone for hours with Suki curled up on your chest like always, her pink fur soft and keeping your nose warm. She kept pushing her tiny nose against your chin, purring louder than usual, her big red eyes half closed in pure bliss

You looked down for a moment and awwww, she was too adorable that a need to squish her and shake her really hard filled your body. Before you could stop yourself, you scooped her up closer.

"You're SO cute, ugh!" you muttered.

You planted a big kiss on her fuzzy forehead. One. Two. Three times in a row.

Poof!

A burst of sparkly light filled the room, pink like cotton candy exploding. You blinked hard, not even realizing the unfamiliar weight on top of you. When the dust faded, Suki was gone. Instead, there was a woman on top of you. Tall, like really tall, probably over six feet. Buff too, with strong arms covered in black tattoos. Her hair was the same pink, falling wild down her back

Oh and she was completely naked, looking at you with the softest red eyes.

You screamed as loud as your throat allowed.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" you screamed, scrambling backward off the couch so fast you tripped over your own feet. The remote went flying. You bolted toward the kitchen, heart hammering like it wanted to escape your chest. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAT?"

You ran around the tiny apartment like a maniac, knocking over a chair and almost face planting into the fridge. "Suki?! SUKI WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Behind you, the woman followed, her bare feet padding quickly. "Hey, wait! Please calm down! It's me, okay? It's Suki. Stop running!"

You whipped around, eyes wide, pressing your back against the wall near the window. "You are NOT Suki. Suki is a cat, not a naked woman. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON?"

"BECAUSE CATS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES."

"DON'T SCREAMING AT ME," you pointed at her chest and oh! Her tits are big too

She stopped a few steps away, hands up like she was trying not to scare a wild animal. Which, fair, because you felt pretty wild right now. Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced down at herself, suddenly aware of the whole naked situation but not really covering up much. Those tattoos shifted with her muscles as she moved.

"Can I explain myself?" Suki (allegedly) said. You squinted your eyes but nodded. "I was cursed and got turned into a cat. Only true affection from someone who really cared could break it. And you… you kissed me three times. That was the trigger."

"That's the plot of a Disney movie."

"No it's not."

"It is. Suki would've known because we watched it together when I was sick."

She sighed, her hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face. "Can we please sit down and talk? I've been stuck as a cat for way too long and I really missed being able to hug you back properly."

"No."

"C'mon!"

"We are not sitting down until you have clothes on. This is too weird." You tell her, moving from the kitchen to your room, her following you and leaning down so she can be closer to you in some way, when her hand comes up to grab something in the top shelf of your wardrobe, you swat her arm. She doesn't even flinch.

"I can do that myself."

"Mhm, I know. But I want to help you, have you thought of that?" She shows you a crooked smile, her fangs longer than the rest of her teeth.

"Whatever," you mutter between your teeth and shove the biggest top and shorts that you have. "I don't have any bras or panties that can fit you. You should consider a breast reduction."

"Sure." She nods slowly, pulling the fabric over her head, her body straining it at that moment. It barely fits, but it works for now.

You both ended up on the bed eventually. You sat on one end, knees pulled up like a shield. She took the other side, but she kept leaning toward you like she couldn't help it. Old habits died hard.

"Okay… explain," you said, voice still shaky.

She laughed softly. "Like I told you, I was cursed by someone who didn't like my attitude. Turned me into a cat until someone showed me real love."

"And that was me." You realized slowly. She was still your cat, she acted just like her even in human form. You felt your cheeks burn again. "So all those times you shoved your face in my mouth…"

"Yeah. I was hoping you'd do exactly what you did today." She grinned, big and proud. "Three kisses. Boom. Curse broken. And now I'm here with you."

You looked at her huge frame taking up most of your tiny bed and the way your clothes were fighting to stay on her. "Suki, this is insane. How could I be such an idiot?" you muttered, more to yourself, but she heard it perfectly.

"Hey, you're my favorite idiot," she said, scooting a little closer. Her hand reached out slowly, testing if you'd flinch. When you didn't, she rested it on your knee. It was warm and way bigger than Suki's tiny paw, but the touch felt weirdly familiar. "I've been waiting to do this for years. To actually hold you back. To tell you how much I like when you talk to me even though I couldn't answer."

You swallowed hard, heart still racing but not from pure panic anymore. She was looking at you like you were the best thing in her whole world, the same way she used to stare when you came home from work. Only now she could say it out loud.

"Fuck." Your mind was rushing.

"We can figure this out," Sukuna said eagerly. "I can help you around the house now."

You let a long sigh, covering your face with your hands as you lay down on your bed. Sukuna takes that as a sign to get closer, laying beside you, her big arm comes around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You peek over your fingers at her face, which is awkwardly close to yours.

"Cuddling. Can we?" She was pouting now with the same big eyes as always.

You ended up nodding because how could you say no to her?

She buried her face in your neck, one leg and arm pulling you as close to her as possible. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you right into her lap before you could even think about pulling back. She was so warm and solid, way bigger than you.

She started purring, a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin and made your whole body tingle. And before you know it, she's leaving small kisses in your neck.

"Wait, Suki! Hah, that tickles!" you squeaked, but she just held you tighter, one big hand rubbing up and down your back while the other kept you locked against her chest.

She looks down at you for a long time before she says: "Can I have a kiss?"

"Huh? Already?"

"Yes," she says. "I've earned it, right?"

Your brain was still catching up, but you didn't pull away when she leaned in either.

"Fine… one kiss," you mumbled, leaning in a little.

The second your lips brushed hers, she melted, kissing you in the messiest and most desperate way possible.

"Mmm, more," she whispered against your mouth. "I waited years for this. Please?"

You keep kissing for a long time, not even thinking about the weird situation you're in for a moment because she's huge and her hands are everywhere. It's easy to get lost in Sukuna.

When you pulled back, there was a string of saliva between you and her.

"You're so warm and your lips tastes so good," she whispered, squeezing you closer. "Kiss me again? I've been good for four years, I deserve all the kisses now."

You laughed nervously but gave in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head like you used to do when she was tiny. She made this cute little sound and snuggled even harder, her buff arms caging you in gently but firmly. There was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to right now.

"Stay right here," she said. "Forever if you let me. You're my favorite human."

She kept planting soft kisses wherever she could reach.

a/n: catgirl sukuna WOOOHOOOOO