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the woman gives the man a smile, it’s obvious the other man saw it, and he decided to ignore it. pretend he didn’t see it. he watches as your smile drops, and you look down at your lap.

that wasn’t very nice.

he wanted to go over there and talk some sense into him, but that’s none of his business. besides, he’ll be labeled as a creep for even looking so closely.

he walks closer to you and the other man, just…. hoping to hear a conversation or two. he looks professional enough, no one would find him suspicious.

“i found a new piece to go in the living space! it’s neutral enough where you like it, but-”

your voice was like honey, so smooth and expressive.

“for the last time,” the man says your name, and hiromi keeps it in his mind, “i don’t care about the decorations for the house.”

his voice was degrading and deep. hiromi decided then and there, that he would be a better fit for you. he would always indulge in what you had to say.

he watches as you slouch in your seat, shutting your mouth. whatever glint you had in your eyes was gone.

the man across from you looks up to see your dejected gaze, he sighs heavily, “look, it’s not that i don’t care,” except you don’t because you just said you didn’t, “i just trust you. i know whatever you found will look good.”

he pats your head, not for praise, but it’s condescending. it’s clear you understood it too, because you offer a weak smile and nod.

you look around the place before spotting hiromi. unfortunately for him, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.

your eyes widened at the man staring at you. his eyes didn’t same when he was caught. it was a little funny, but also embarrassing that he had caught the moment with your husband.

hiromi wants to look away but he can’t. his heart nearly explodes when you raise your hand and wave awkwardly, the smile you offer wasn’t sad anymore.

your husband who just so happened to look at the wrong time, whips his head over to hiromi. he gives him a glare before looking at you, “you know him?” you shake you head politely.

“then why are you waving at him?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “because it’s friendly? i accidentally looked at him and he saw me. i didn’t want to be awkward or rude.”

you didn’t tell him the truth, you lied. you know for a fact he was already looking at you. he doesn’t know if you did it to protect him or yourself. either way, it was a bit of a red flag.

“i apologize if i caused harm.”

hiromi must’ve surprised you, because your eyes widened at his voice. your husband, who would rather yell at you than another man, replies, “all good man. just didn’t know,” he glares at you for a quick moment, “she had wandering eyes.”

hiromi didn’t like that, not one bit. especially when he saw your face drop.

“her eyes wandered, but that doesn’t make them wandering eyes. just curious ones.”

your husband furrowed his eyebrows, “if you say so. but she’s been like this for a while. always catching people’s attention and basking in it.”

“i’m confused. you’re blaming your wife for being beautiful? that’s not fair.”

your husband didn’t like that, he was pissed, “who do you think you are, huh? i thought you came to apologize, not hit on my wife.”

“i wasn’t hitting on her,” he was, “i wasn’t even speaking to her, i was speaking to you. you took it as flirty, i took it as an observation.”

you laugh quietly before coughing to try and cover it up. it’s too bad your husband heard.

“you think this is funny?” he grabs your wrist, “come on, we’re leaving.” he drags you from out of your seat towards the exit. hiromi could hear a small, “my books!”

he looked at the table to see two books. one of them seemed to be a fantasy novel, he imagines you read it to see yourself somewhere else.

the other is a self help book titled, ‘how to keep your depression away.’

he knows your husband saw these books, that bin in particular, so why not allow you to come back for it? his pride was more important than you receiving help apparently.

hiromi doesn’t know you. he doesn’t know where you live, what you like, your aspirations. but he does hope that you’re safe at home, and the next time he sees you, he wants to have a private chat.

when you got home, you knew what was coming. the blaming, the twisting of the situation, the lying, the yelling. it was always like this. you don’t know when your husband changed, maybe he was always like this and just put on a beautiful lie.

you couldn’t leave him, not when you had nothing. he convinced you to stay at home while he worked. it hadn’t really been fair, he knows you wanted to be a teacher.

he hadn’t made you sign a prenup, but it wouldn’t get you far, especially if you didn’t have much in your savings.

the yelling lasted all night. you were just happy the neighbors didn’t call the police again. he blamed you again, he couldn’t stand others looking at you. he changed the situation, saying you gave the man a seductive look. he lied, saying that you were always looking for someone new, that you were cheating on him.

and he yells. all he does is yell.

you can only hope to appease him by apologizing, telling him it will never happen again. you were constantly taking the blame. you wanted to leave him, once you find an opportunity to get away from him without his eyes on you, that’s when it will happen.

hiromi couldn’t stop thinking about you. it had been four days since the incident, and you were the only thing on his mind. you eyes were so kind, and all you energy was being drained by your husband.

so imagine his surprise when he sees you at the same book store, holding the books you couldn’t get last time.

he just stares, he wants to go up to you, but he fears your husband might be near.

your heads down, after officially marrying your husband, it was a habit you couldn’t seem to shake.

you could feel it, eyes on you. you never know if it’s good or bad, but something tells you to look, just this once.

you do. it’s the man from last time. he doesn’t give you a dirty look or scowl. he smiles at you, it wasn’t like the one he gave your husband, this one was kind.

you were shocked. didn’t he remember the way your husband spoke to him? maybe he pittied you, you mean, you were pretty sure he heard your husband talking condescendingly to you.

so imagine your surprise when he walks up to you.

when hiromi looks at you, he just wants to put his hands on your face and apologize. apologize for being to late, for allowing you to go so long with your husband.

“what a coincidence. i hope your husband wasn’t to upset from last time.”

your face showed disinterest, “his feelings are the last thing on my mind.”

he wasn’t expecting that, and his face shows it.

“i don’t mean to come off rude, but are you not happy with him?”

it was a little rude to ask a stranger such a personal question about their marriage, but it didn’t seem to faze you.

“everyone but him can see i’m not happy. i just do what i can to keep him content.”

you shrug walking away. hiromi couldn’t let you leave, not after the two of you found each other. it was clearly fate.

he follows after you like a lost puppy, “is leaving him not an option? do you fear for your safety?”

you offer a small laugh, “are you a cop? listen it’s fine, you don’t have to lose sleep over it.”

that’s exactly the issue. he is loosing sleep over it.

“not a cop, but a lawyer.”

your head snapped towards him, “a lawyer huh?”

and that was the beginning, you and hiromi would secretly meet up with each other. he would help you contact divorce lawyers in the area, while also helping you keep things discreet. he even offered to fund the lawyers.

“you can’t be serious.”

“as serious as a heart attack.”

“you shouldn’t joke like that. and i guess i’m just confused. i’m not really understanding why you’re so adamant on helping me.”

hiromi wanted to tell you so badly. he wanted to confess that the moment he saw you he wanted to be yours. he couldn’t, not now at least. you were still technically married, and not only that, he’s the one who is saving you from your marriage.

he would never confess when you’re so vulnerable. he also didn’t want you to feel obligated to like him back. that’s like a cop saving someone from a hostage confessing to the victim they saved.

he can’t tell you that the past couple of months solidified his feelings for you.

he can’t tell you that despite the situation, he’s so glad the two of you met.

he can’t tell you that you’re all he thinks about now a days.

and he really can’t tell you that he’d do anything to be yours. whether that means waiting a lifetime, or getting rid of your husband.

he can’t tell you this, so he smiles, “i’m a lawyer, so i have a strong sense of justice.”

even though he can’t confess, he revels in the big smile you give him. he also savors the way you say his name so sweetly, “thank you hiromi.”

he waited thirty years to meet you, he’ll wait thirty more if it means the two of you could be together.

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“no,” you huff. “you’re always working. need you so bad, cho—you don’t need me?”

and choso whimpers, because of course he does, because what else is he supposed to do when you zip down his jeans & pull out his swollen, heavy cock? your eyes are glimmering & he’s so fucking hard and there’s already precum smeared over the flushed pink tip. you lick your lips. flash him a smile. “aw, cho. hard for me already?”

he stifles a gasp, cheeks hot. “so hard. mmfph—” you pump him slow & he swallows, hips stuttering against the board. “i’m sorry baby,” he cries, “always need you.”

“are you sure?” you coo, lashes fluttering as your thumb circles his slit. “sukuna will get mad again.”

choso’s lashes are sticky with tears. “he’s always mad—hah—i think.”

you giggle, leaning forward to lick a teasing stripe up his tip. "so you're saying this is fine ?"

choso wants to say yes. he wants to say no. he doesn't know what he wants anymore except your hand on his cock & your voice in his ear and—

BANG!

“hello. what the fuck is taking so long?!”

ryomen sukuna has his guitar slung over him & his lips bent in a frown. choso’s hands fly to his jeans, and you only smile sweetly as sukuna’s eyes dart frantically between your wet lips & choso’s panicked eyes. suguru pokes his head out of the booth; grin clumsy, eyes bright.

“…lock in.” sukuna mutters, and the door slams shut.

2. HEADLINE #2: R★CKSTAR CAUGHT DURING MIDNIGHT SEXCAPADES ?!

choso kamo is too needy for his own good.

it’s 1AM & choso kamo is under hotel sheets with need buzzing between his thighs. the band’s on tour for the nth time this year but choso isn’t thinking about practicing his guitar riff. his phone screen is too bright in his face & his eyes are on your soft thighs, supple breasts, pretty face—and he’s palming himself while staring at pictures of you before he can think any better of it.

but then his phone chimes.

[ BLOOD MOON 🎸]

mine 😊🫀: @ choso i miss you :(

choso blinks at the notification, pupils dilating. he clicks it so fast his thumb twitches.

BLOOD MOON 🎸

mine 😊🫀: @ choso i miss you :(

choso: I miss you too, baby. You’re not sleeping yet?

mine 😊🫀: hard to sleep without you touching me.

choso’s cheeks are hot. his cock twitches in his pants. but then his phone chimes again.

BLOOD MOON 🎸

sukuna: Can we not do this in the band gc.

geto🐒: why is she even here i’m dead

mine😊🫀: @ choso my pussy is so wet for you daddy :/

geto🐒 reacted: ⁉️

sukuna: IN MY PUBLIC GC ???

satoru🧿:

——

choso panics—throat bobbing, eyes wide. he quickly switches to texting you privately, face smushed into his pillow & cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

mine ☺️🫀

choso: Baby, why would you text that in the gc?

Satoru will tease me during practice again

And Sukuna already texted saying he’ll beat me up

——-

your text comes in instantly.

mine ☺️🫀: are you mad at me?

i just missed you cho. i won’t text you again since that’s what you want ☹️

choso: What? I said I didn’t want that? When?

I always want you to text me. It makes my day when you do. Please don’t stop texting baby I always want to hear from you.

mine ☺️🫀: let me see your cock

choso: Okay

I’m already hard for you. I was touching myself to your pictures before you texted. You’re so pretty, baby. Miss your pretty face.

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mine ☺️🫀: aww, you’re so cute cho

why not come over and get the real thing ?

choso: I want to, but you’re two hours away. Can I see your breasts?

mine☺️🫀: you can see them if you come over 😚 and you can touch them too pretty boy <3

choso: But I can’t come over. What can I do?!

mine☺️🫀: Suffer

choso: ???

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choso stares at the screen, mouth agape, heart in a frenzy. the light is bright against his eyes but choso doesn’t care to dim it. what can he do? he really wants to see your breasts but the circumstances won’t allow it. he bites his lip, thumbs moving before his brain can catch up to them.

choso: Suffer

I’m already suffering, angel. I don’t know how to suffer any harder. Can you please tell me what to do?

mine ☺️🫀: go to sleep choso

choso: But I don’t want to sleep. I want to see your breasts

mine ☺️🫀: then come over

choso: But I can’t

mine ☺️🫀: so why are you still texting me?

choso stares at your text, breath hitching. he glances over at the clock on his nightstand, and the digital display gleams back. 1:17 AM. that’s not too bad. surely he could get there by around three, fuck you till at least four, and get back to the hotel by six.

it’s a stupid plan. but for you choso’s a stupider man, and the next text you send doesn’t help his judgement.

mine☺️🫀: [Image_Attachment]

mine☺️🫀: sneak peek <3

choso’s heart hammers. the picture only shows your tits clad in a pretty pink nightgown, but the material is too sheer & choso can see everything. the soft swell of your breasts. your nipples pebbled and peaking through the fabric. the way your arm is tucked underneath your tits to push them together into the camera. choso’s mouth dries. his breathing goes ragged & his cock goes heavy against his leg. he’s still gawking at your picture when his phone chimes again.

mine☺️🫀: my new nightgown’s so thin :( i don’t know why you can see my tits through it

choso thinks your nightgown is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

choso: your nipples are so pretty, baby

he sucks in a breath, taking one last sorry glance at the clock.

choso: I’m coming over.

choso doesn’t wait for a reply. he’s already scrambling to fit a tank top over his bare chest, tugging socks over his feet & shoving them into slippers. the hallway is dark and quiet, and choso takes one last look at your perky tits on his screen before clicking his phone off & shoving it into his pockets. he sucks in a breath. let’s do this.

two hallways right. one staircase down—not the elevator because it’s way too loud—and then another hallway to reach the lobby. choso knows the hotel layout like the back of his hand. he slips into the corridor, steps quiet against the hardwood, and the staircase is right there—

“late night, kamo?”

choso stops before he can bump right into sukuna.

ryomen sukuna is not impressed—and neither are the two boys behind him. geto’s piercings are glimmering in the heat. satoru has a smile too cruel to be kind. they stand on either side of a crossed sukuna, hands in their pockets, grins lazy-cruel.

choso gulps, eyes flitting between them. “uhm, i just needed some water—“

“back to your room, lover boy,” suguru whistles, thumb pointing to satoru. “unless you want to be smacked upside the head?”

satoru is cracking his knuckles with a grin.

“no thank you,” choso says too fast, too sheepish. his cheeks are peach tinged. “and what do you mean by lover boy? i was only—“

“save it,” sukuna growls, cocking his head. “the walls are thin as fuck, idiot. you think i didn’t hear you beating your shit and whining into your pillow in the next room over?”

choso’s throat bobs. sukuna pads closer to his shaky figure.

“back to your room,” sukuna’s hot breath tickles choso’s nose, “and don’t let me catch you in these halls again.”

3. HEADLINE #3 : R★CKSTAR CAUGHT HAVING SEX AFTER SETS ?!

on stage, choso kamo is half-boy, half-heartbreak.

at least, that’s what the fangirls say when he plays like this. mic cord in his mouth. hair soaked & sweat sticky. mascara smeared down his cheeks & a riff so loud it makes you feverish. on blood moon’s stage, choso kamo plays the electric guitar like his life depends on it. sukuna’s singing blares more like a roar. geto is on bass & satoru on the drums.

choso hasn’t seen you since the set started.

not in the crowd, or the lobby, or the soft space behind the old stairwell where he likes to kiss you dizzy. he’s trudging through backstage now, guitar strapped heavy on his back, steps slow & breath heaving because the adrenaline hasn’t worn off & he’s still half-high. where the fuck is his girlfriend?

but then he sees you on the amp.

and choso’s first thought is glitter. lots of it. sticky on your lip and your chin and your hair and your face. he pads towards you with bleary eyes and you welcome him with a teasing smile.

“hi, choso.”

“Hi,” his arms bracket your hips. “you look shiny.”

you giggle, hand curling into his necklace as he trails sloppy kisses to your jawline. choso kisses like a dog, tongue wet & breath sticky. “you’re so hot,” he rasps. “so fucking hot—mmh—m’dizzy.”

you let him kiss your lips. “can’t do this here,” he murmurs against them. “can i take you away, baby? behind the stairs?”

his eyes are soft and pleading. he talks like he’s asking but his hands are already hoisting you up & lifting you into his chest before you can tell him no. you cup his face. smush his cheeks. “impatient, are we?”

“sorry,” his cheeks are pressed together in your palms so his voice comes out strangled. “missed you.”

choso isn’t sorry. he’s stumbling past workers & crew alike while pressing sloppy kisses to your hot mouth. his tongue slobbers and drags while his hands press into your thighs, thumb climbing higher to graze circles on your hips. he nearly trips over two cables but you laugh into his mouth and choso kamo has never been happier. “you’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “so pretty.”

he finally reaches the stairwell. the closet door just under it is blue & peeling, and choso kicks it open with his mouth on your throat. he pulls back to stare at you and his gaze is soft. his eyes lift to stare into the room as you kiss his cheek.

his band members stare at him back.

ryomen sukuna has his arms crossed & his back against a wooden shelf. gojo satoru is sat criss-cross on a table with his lips in a grin. suguru stands beside him, leaned back lazily against said table with his lip piercing glimmering in the heat. and right there in the center, manager toji fushiguro has his arms folded over his chest, temu wristwatch catching the light.

choso drops you very slowly.

his eyes flit between his band mates, cheeks already blood drenched. he’s still gripping your skirt when he sets you down beside him. you whack his hand away and shift behind him to hide.

geto grins. “hey, lover boy.”

choso leans back into you slightly. he whispers over his shoulder, “baby—it’s a trap!”

he doesn’t need to tell you. you can fucking see that.

sukuna steps forward. he’s not even angry—shocking, honestly—he’s bored. steps lazy, gaze half-lidded. “told ya, fushiguro. our band’s lead guitarist is always in fucking heat.”

choso squeaks, gripping your skirt. “i wasn’t gonna fuck her!”

sukuna glances back at the others. “who is he lying to?”

toji sighs, shaking his head. he shoves his hands into his pockets, expression bored. “look, kid—“ he glances up, “your band mates and i don’t care about you being a horndog. we care that you’re letting it get in the way of your responsibilities.”

satoru perks up, tongue clicking. “you were supposed to head straight to the van after the set. but here you are trying to get some pussy…”

“shit’s jarring, man,” suguru finishes. “absolutely jarring.”

you lean up on your toes, just enough to poke your head up behind choso’s shoulder. satoru grins when he sees your face. suguru gives you a soft wave.

“hi,” your voice is shy. “this is my fault. sorry about him.”

“don’t sweat it, princess,” toji waves you off, fake ice glimmering on his wrist. “our business is with your boyfriend, not you.”

you nod shyly, disappearing behind choso yet again. sukuna huffs through his nose. “choso, got anything to say for yourself?”

choso looks around. at gojo and geto’s sleazy grins, toji’s deadpan face, sukuna’s lazy gaze. the room is hot but his cheeks are hotter. he swallows, blood sticky in his throat.

“i’m sorry,” he croaks. “it won’t happen again.”

sukuna doesn’t let him off. “what won’t happen again?”

choso grips your skirt behind him, swallowing. you squeeze your thighs around his palm to reassure him & choso gulps yet again.

“won’t fuck my girl while on duty. or let her jerk me off in the rec rooms. or try to sneak off to see her.”

your eyes widen behind him. he did not have to mention the rec room!

toji nods. then he checks his wrist—the temu wristwatch says it’s time to go. “alright, we’re done here. you boys be in the van in five. i got somewhere to be.”

he trudges past you and a frozen choso, kicking the door open to leave.

the boys follow suit. satoru hops off the table, grinning. “nice one, cho!” he smacks choso’s arm as he walks past. sukuna bumps choso’s side lazily. suguru slings an arm over your shoulders to steer you to the van with the rest of them.

in the closet, choso kamo has his feet frozen in place and his face contorted in horror.

once again, our rockstar’s been caught.

R★CKSTAR CAUGHT, end.