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Super(girl) Trouper - N.K.

Synopsis. It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Look up out—it’s Supergirl. The villains fear you. The headlines hate you. The Justice League doesn’t understand you. And no one cares except for perhaps…Nanami Kento from the investigative journalism department. Tall. Blond. And sweeter than the world’s most potent aphrodisiac. But he doesn’t know that. The problem is that the villains now do.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!Supergirl!reader, journalist!Nanami, DC AU, Supergirl AU, he’s Iowk like genderbent Lois Lane, nerdy Nanami, journaIism, headIines, inhibitions, you’re hated by the pubIic, but he Ioves you, saving people, saving the worId, more about finding yourself acc, miId vioIence, feeIings, aphrodisíacs, Nanami is PÚSSYDRUNK, hand j’s, oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, x-ray vision, heat vision, YOUR powers, manhandIing, matíng presses, he’s FÉRAL, he’s big, making it fit, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, cervíx smooches, struggling to take it, making HIM break, creampíes, s with feeIings, confessions, getting together, happy ending, Kenjaku mentions, Nanami with glasses, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 13.7k

A/N. Haven’t watched the new Supergirl movie yetttt but I just KNEW I had to do an AU.

MEET THE NEW GIRL IN SPACE!

SUPERGIRL: THREE A-LIST VILLAINS AND THEIR HENCHMEN DOWN IN SHINJUKU TRAIN FIGHT. DESTRUCTION PRICELESS—!

SUPERGIRL FLIPS OFF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE MID-AIR?! TAKES DOWN THEIR VILLAIN FIRST. ACCUSED OF STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT?

SUPERGIRL HANGS ZENIN CONGLOMERATE HEIR—ZENIN NAOYA—BY HIS SHOELACES FROM TOKYO TOWER! CITES ‘CHAUVINISM’ (EXCLUSIVE)

SUPERGIRL—THE NEW FACE OF HEROES OR A DARK TURN FOR JUSTICE?

That last particular headline makes you scoff.

Your eyes are darting to the byline; and immediately afterwards they’re on the verge of rolling. Who else would write such a rag of an article but Usami from the sports journalism department? And it’s not like Supergirl even had anything to do with the latest football scores or which manager had been sacked recently.

But you suppose everybody wanted a piece of you now.

“It’s rotten, isn’t it?” A voice trundles behind you—low and lightly husked. “They beg for a saviour, but in the face of one it’s revealed that what they really want is perfection. But with everyone’s definition of perfection being different…”

Nanami Kento.

“-isn’t what they really want just conforming to their mold?”

You’re turning around. 

A faint smile on your lips. “Then what can we do about all the different molds?”

Nanami nods. “No one person is correct. It’ll never be good enough.” He lets out a soft sigh before pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses; they were a delicate kind that seemed to have a faint glow whenever they caught the light filtering in from Tokyo’s busy morning. Perfectly paired against Nanami’s handsome face—in the sort of classical, movie-star manner that might have caused him to be hung up on posters in teenage bedrooms or emblazoned outside of theatres.

Or so you’ve heard human customs tend to do so.

And yet, here Nanami Kento was: standing in a cream-colored suit with ink smudges on his fingertips. It often surprised you how a perfect Earthling like this was simply tucked-away in a little cubicle at Daily Planet Newspaper.

You certainly have never seen another like so.

But you got to see his face everyday—so you weren’t exactly complaining.

Nanami’s eyes drop at the growing smile on your face, and he pushes up a strand of golden-blond hair. That was just about as mussed-up as that perfectly slicked hairstyle of his would ever become. “Apologies. It’s just- it really bothers me to see the shit being written about Supergirl with no basis. Especially in respectable newspapers.”

“Well, it is the gossip column.”

“The sports section?”

“Same thing.” It was all human mish-mash to you either way. Beside him, the corner of Nanami’s lips give the faintest twitch. You’re flipping through the latest print of Daily Planet to another page; this time one with your (Supergirl’s) face plastered centrespread. Mid-air and your red cape flying behind you. It’s been only a few years since you’d landed on Earth after the destruction of Krypton. Then only a few weeks since you’d debuted as a superhero: stealing the spotlight from Green Lantern and the rest of the Justice League as you swooped in and defeated Metallo. 

Ever since then it’d been an explosion of newspaper headlines and television shows and even sketches; both good and bad. Mostly bad. You weren’t sure what got you off to the wrong foot. Maybe it was the uniform that too-closely resembled Superman’s? Maybe it was the crude words you’d spit out at villains mid-fight? Maybe it was that one time you flipped off the Justice League for being too late to the fight? 

In your defense, you thought Earthlings said something about early birds getting the villains?

And maybe all those were correct.

But whatever it was—they would tear you apart. Then piece you back. Then tear you apart again. You weren’t the family-friendly image of a superhero that most were; and it made something at the pit of your stomach feel saturated and dark and useless to have to edit such articles time and time again. To have to write them yourself, if you wanted to get approved by your higher-ups.

Perhaps that was a part of human culture?

Fuck those windbags either way.

You didn’t understand how any other hero did it - then again it wasn’t as if you could easily ask them. You weren’t an official part of the Justice League—and you didn’t see yourself getting welcomed with open arms anytime soon. So you hid yourself away and semi-hypnotized those at your workplace to see a forgettable face whenever they looked at you - not Supergirl—even so, it was brittle at best. 

Kryptonian hypnosis wasn’t as powerful as Martians. What you could merely do was suggest. “So- you don’t think Supergirl’s too crass?”

Nanami looks up, brows somewhat furrowed. “I quite frankly don’t think it matters. Who am I to judge?”

“Oh yeah? What about too destructive? Too disrespectful of the Justice League?”

“Again, who am I to judge?” Now, Nanami’s taking a seat—his desk was opposite yours, your backs to one another as you tap-tap-tapped away at new articles everyday. “Maybe she could do with a little less destruction of public infrastructure and that’s fine, but if she’s too crass then she’s too crass. That’s just her. Just as I’m not forced to like it—it’s silly to expect every superhero to conform to the ideal. Not one person nor mold is completely correct.”

From his seat, he tips his head up and looks at your standing self.

“But, personally, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Green Lantern in the first place.”

This time, it’s your turn to attempt to keep a too-big smile off your face. 

You give him a pointed look. “I dunno. I heard she steals candy from babies—says so on Page 9.”

“Ridiculous.” Nanami cocks his head and beckons for the newspaper from you; after you hand it to him he flips through to that very page and scans it. “And precisely without proof. This is why I’ve been investigating Supergirl, beyond what these pages or secret sources say—”

From where you were, you could hear Usami loudly bragging to his colleagues a few desks over about the ‘exclusive source’ that gave him that little tidbit of information. You wanted to roll your eyes again.

“-and I’ve been working on something.”

“What is it?” You lean over to look as Nanami unlocks one of his desk drawers and pulls out a thick file. Unmarked. Your heart leaps to your throat as he sweeps it open to reveal pages upon pages of…pictures of you.

Not you—

—but you as Supergirl.

You mid-flight amongst thunderclouds. You amongst rubble. You pushing a kid behind you in order to shield him from a villain. You with your face twisted in fury as you’re pummeling that very same villain with a ferociousness that scared most - even civilians.

Which explained the headlines.

You skulking off into an alleyway before the medics and police could arrive, as you always did.

You. You. You. You. You.

And around them were notes scribbled in Nanami’s own neat hand.

Hero analysis:

Best skills: Superhuman strength, superhuman speed (comparable to that of the Flash), heat vision, physiological control, martial arts (see more on…)

Costume is that of similar style of Superman however with the added adaptabilities of…(sketch on back)

—one of the strongest debuts of any superhero in history. The supervillain Metallo has been terrorizing—

—though at odd relations with the Justice League, it seems that clashes over justice enactment—

—train—

—the greatest—

Female. 20’s to 30’s. Features may be changeable with Kryptonian powers (follow up with…). Suspected resident in Tokyo—concentration of fights here; in close contact with the Justice League who has headquarters here in Tokyo. Furthermore, seems familiar with the alleyways for her ‘disappearing act’ (for more thorough analysis see more on…) and mapping (more on…) has revealed that Supergirl tends to head in the wider direction of—Kabukicho. 

(Follow up).

Your eyes widen.

Fuck.

You have to change up the bars you hit after fights.

And just when you think your heart can’t leap any higher; he flips through a few more pages and stops on one particular piece of evidence - the biggest of them all - a frontpage newspaper clipping of you…and him. Nanami all dust-covered and dishevelled, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, as you threw his arm over your shoulders and helped him out of Tokyo Downtown Bakery. You had your face twisted in fury, and Nanami…you never noticed it before, but Nanami was looking at you like you were the Sun.

The fight had happened just last week: you’d been heading home after work when your superhearing told you something was off. An explosion downtown. 

Tokyo Downtown Bakery was a favorite of gods, mutants, aliens, and other non-humans alike. Known for it, in fact. And there was only one villain you could think of that wanted to take down such non-humans—Kenjaku.

You’d zipped there as fast as your flight could take you, and only once you were there had you heard a familiar heartbeat. More frantic now, of course. But familiar.

Nanami was trapped underneath the rubble.

Kenjaku saw your momentary distraction - the realization that made your blood grow cold - and had taken the chance to disappear into the shadows. 

After making sure that every other customer and employee didn’t have to be flown to the hospital urgently, you dropped onto your knees in front of the mountain of rubble and dug and dug. And dug. And dug. You dug until you felt the control over your physiology slipping, and small cuts started to apply at your fingertips—healing over instantly. Then getting ripped open all over as you just kept- on- digging.

In reality it must have been less than five or ten minutes, but it felt like months, before you finally flung away the last block of debris from a soft body. And Nanami Kento stirred.

That was what had resulted in the photograph, and the headlines that followed.

SUPERGIRL A WEEK INTO SUPERHEROISM AND ALREADY LETTING VILLAINS ESCAPE?

SUPERGIRL PAUSES FIGHT FOR BREAK?! MORE LIKE LAZYGIRL (Exclusive)

SUPERGIRL SAVES THE DAY AGAIN—BUT WHAT ABOUT THE INFRASTRUCTURE?

SUPERGIRL SAVES RUBBLE-TRAPPED CIVILIANS: “I owe her my life.” 

That last one boasted the picture. And the byline of Nanami Kento. 

You try to control your breathing.

“Ever since she saved me, I’ve been trying to understand Supergirl better. That fury on her face…I’ve been trying to figure out who she is-”

“To…expose her?”

“No.” Nanami shakes his head. The both of you were breathless - though for very different reasons. Excitement practically makes him glow, “To maybe try and interview her- personally. I want to see what she’s like beyond all those cashgrab headlines and the rumors. And…” 

You’re silent as he pauses.

“-and I want to thank her personally.” So soft.

“Oh.” Your voice sounds small. Smaller than you’ve ever heard it. 

 He’s then closing his file and looking up at you so sweetly—“And if you’re interested, then maybe we could work together on it? I actually got a tip that I’m about to go do some field work on right now.” A sudden burst of shyness makes Nanami’s cheekbones burn a pretty rouge as you stare at him intensely. That was one thing you loved about humans - immense control over your physiology meant Kryptonians couldn’t blush unless you made yourselves. Humans couldn’t control when they blushed and it was just the sweetest thing to you. Was Nanami’s heartbeat picking up? “That is…if you would like to? I know you likely have better articles to work on, but just in case…”

He trails off and you’re trailing behind your head and your heart.

Your heart that wanted you to say yes.

Your head that made you say—

“I’m sorry.” You feel your heart fall. There’s a simmering of anger at yourself; soothed partially by the understanding that the more time you spent with Nanami…the higher the chance was of him finding out who you were. There were countless people out to get you: villains, henchmen, reporters. And the second-best thing to getting you was getting someone you cared for that knew you. About you. 

The only powerless humans that knew about you were Clark’s- Superman’s adoptive parents. 

And whatever misery that might put you in - you’d take it twofold if it meant keeping one more normal Earthling like Nanami safe. You’re taking a step back and giving him a sheepish smile. “It’s just I have this really ah- riveting story to write about the erm- tax refunds and the economic implications of Supergirl’s last fight and…”

“Oh!” Nanami nods fervently, pushing his glasses up. Embarrassment radiated off of him like a miniature Sun, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and tell him this was on you. But alas. “Oh, right, of course- I wish you luck with that.”

“Thank you.” You smile, lips pressed together to prevent a sigh. “I’m going to need it.”

“A journalist like you? Not in the least.”

With a nod of graciousness, you’re just about to leave Nanami’s table and pretend that the latter half of this interaction perhaps never happened. You almost wished Kryptonians had the ability to hypnotize themselves as they could to others. And you’re considering a much more interesting article about that before you’re stopping in your tracks and half-glancing at Nanami over your shoulder. 

He was hard at work gathering his things for what you assume to be the extra field work regarding his Supergirl article.

You feel your heart clench.

“Nanami?”

He looks up eagerly. “Yes?”

Your words are slightly less than steady once you speak again. “If- when you discover Supergirl’s identity…you might be…disappointed. They say she’s nothing like Superman.”

“She doesn’t have to be.”

As Nanami throws his messenger bag over his shoulder and stands to leave—“I’ll see you tomorrow, my darling.” But he calls everyone that, doesn’t he?

“And I’ll…be working late.”

“Be careful not to miss your train.”

You don’t look at him until the very last second. When his tall frame is ducking beneath the doorway to the Daily Planet journalism department; cream-colored suit and golden glasses; old movie star looks drawing eyes, but not too close so he’ll never know that you stared at him from afar. Never.

You sink into your chair.

“What was that about?”

Had your superhuman senses not told you about Shoko’s nearing presence, you would have been startled. But you’re throwing in a slight jump just for the sake of it.

“Oh- come on.” Shoko says with a roguish grin. There was a slender cigarette tucked between her index and her middle finger; as was wont to have if one was Ieiri Shoko. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever seen her without one. “Not dramatic enough. Next time try throwing in a little gasp there.”

It seems that you still had work to do on your human reactions…“What have I told you about the cigarette smell getting on the papers?” You grimace at her - this particular human pleasure was especially sensitive to your nose.

“Can’t remember.” She replies, blowing out her last puff of smoke.

Shoko was perhaps your one exception to humans not knowing about your true identity—for the sole fact that she wasn’t your average human. Smooth. Silent. And stupidly intelligent - Shoko was perhaps the best investigative journalist Tokyo had to offer.

Which was to be expected, of course, given that she was the protégé of The Question.

A normal human journalist—just with enough combat skill and power to get him inducted into the Justice League. The Question had been a master in hand-to-hand combat even amongst the most trained superheroes; which paired well with the depth of investigative journalism that he would do. He exposed criminal underworlds that led to likely half the lodgers at Tokyo Island Penitentiary. 

When you’d been reading up on the superheroes of Earth - both current and inactive - it was his sheer heroism as a mere human that’d inspired you to become a journalist as well.

The Question had hand-picked Shoko as his successor—and for good reason. After his passing due to old age, Shoko quickly proved herself to be a master with the pen; she cracked her ink like a whip. Just last week, she’d exposed that damned Lex Luthor’s embezzling which at least got him out of Superman’s hair for some time. And despite the publicity of the event, the covert nature of her heroism meant she didn’t have to deal with the constant headlines.

Shoko was no different than those at the Justice League. Than you.

But she was an enigma.

So you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have walked in on you hurriedly changing into your supersuit in the cramped cubicle bathrooms at the Daily Planet - there was a train about to go off-course a few thousand kilometers away - than Shoko.

“Oh.” You remember it like it was yesterday. The door had swung open as you had one foot into the suit. “The lock’s broken.” She’d said.

“Uh…occupied?” You’d murmured then, in a voice higher-pitched than usual. You considered hypnotizing her twofold- no wait, there was some power to do with amnesia even though you weren’t sure whether it would be—

“I know what you’re thinking.” Shoko had smiled then. “And don’t you dare try - not because I’d say anything, but because the Justice League’s paperwork is a pain in the ass when you try to fight another superhero.”

Your jaw had dropped. “Another…?” You’d shove that paperwork up their asses- but another superhero?

“Haven’t guessed it already?” Shoko shoved a hand into her long jacket, pulling out a square piece of what almost looked like rubber. It was in the exact shade as her skin tone, and when she placed it over her face—

“Featureless.” You’d gasped. Pseudoderm. “Just like The Question.”

“Flattered you know us, Supergirl.”

But there was no more time for chit-chat—that train you’d been hearing was dangerously close to going off-tracks now, and you’d hastily begun stuffing yourself into your supersuit. To which Shoko hadn’t flinched - instead appraising you curiously. “Why don’t you just wear that underneath your suit?”

“Because…” Because you were too afraid of someone sneaking a peak at the suit underneath. Because you were too afraid of being Supergirl when you were your ‘human’ self—hated. At least as a human you weren’t hated. Because you were too afraid of walking around as two halves making up one whole, when one half was all you needed at a time to feel content.

Ultimately you settled for not saying anything at all. “Listen- please don’t-”

“Yeah, yeah- I’ve already been through this song and dance.” She waved you off absent-mindedly. “Don’t reveal your secret identity to anyone. Don’t make it obvious when you’re off saving the world.”

You felt a smile come to your face at those last few words.

“You don’t think I’m…ruining justice instead?” A rush of embarrassment ran through you for even asking.

But Shoko merely cocked her silky head. “Hah, no? And who cares what the Justice League thinks? Now go do superhero things, superhero.”

The train and its passengers were saved in record time that day. And just like she’d said, Shoko hadn’t spilled a word.

Though for all the secrets she kept- she did love hearing them.

“So…” She relights her cigarette. “Did Nanami finally ask you out and you rejected him?”

“What-” You’re turning to her with a yelp. “He did not—” She takes the moment to blow a cloud of smoke at your papers, and you’re snatching the cigarette from between her lips and snuffing it out on one of your ceramic desk decorations. 

“Hey…” Shoko whines.

Finally you’re whispering to her in a low tone - “He did not ask me out. And I did not reject him.”

“Then why’d he leave all sad and puppy-eyed?”

You’re turning around—almost as if expecting Nanami there still. “He didn’t…did he?”

“Maybe. I didn’t see. But you looked, didn’t you?” Chuckling. The Question takes the cigarette back from you, and holds it out of your reach.

“That was only because you-” You find that you don’t quite have much to say - at least not something that Shoko would pay heed to. And so you’re settling for a few grumbled curses—“No. He just asked me to be part of one of his articles.”

Shoko looks up in interest. “Oh? About what?”

“Supergirl.” You cross your arms. “He said he wanted to figure out who she was so he could interview her- I said no, of course.”

Shoko - who’d now newly relit her cigarette - takes a long drag and lets it free into the air. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why’d you say no?”

You take her cigarette and put it out again. “Because the more time I spend with him, the more likely he is to…find out. And with everything going on, I can’t risk putting him in danger.”

“Hm…” Shoko thinks for some time. “Putting him in danger? Or putting his image of you in danger?” She stares at you intently. “Are you really afraid that he’s going to be captured by villains you’ve been defeating time and time again these past few weeks? Maybe.” Then she’s gently tugging the cigarette from between your fingertips - to light it again. A final time. “Or are you more afraid that once he finds out who you truly are- he’s going to be just like the rest of them?”

You don’t bother reaching for the cigarette anymore. “I…”

But Shoko wasn’t done just yet. She blows her smoke into the air and lets it linger. “It’s just like these papers and this smoke. When the nicotine sticks to them, it’s invisible but it’s there—even if you don’t like it. But that doesn’t change its contents. Nor does that make it any less worthy than any other article here.”

You crinkle your nose. “But others won’t like it either.”

“So fuck them.” She stands. “It’s gonna be printed into a damn article, it doesn’t need to smell like rainbows and roses. No two newspapers are printed the same.”

And with that said, Shoko striding off. Cigarette and all.

And you’re left staring at a blank paper—ready for typing.

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Nanami Kento had never quite been to this area of Tokyo.

It was one of the seedier places; an amalgamation of everything your mother advises you against. Past the bars and the spas, past the graffiti-tattooed walls and the alleyways that seemed to stretch into darkness endlessly. Past men slouched on roads - drunk or dead. Past the rattle of trains in the distance and rats who chittered at the only abode they truly ruled. Where even those cowered standing next to—and one goes to share the same fear doused upon this neighborhood, doled, perhaps to replace that of their own.

Then again, there was a strange beauty in it itself - like a giant wound mending itself.

There was a stun gun in his pocket. He wondered what this place would look like in daylight. 

He ignored the knot in his throat as he kept on walking.

It wasn’t the place you’d expect to find a superhero - then again, Supergirl didn’t listen to anyone’s expectations of her. 

Often after fights, he’d see you disappearing into the shadows of a building or a lone alleyway such as these. As if never there. You didn’t wait around for any authorities or paparazzi. And it was only after weeks of investigation that he’d managed to narrow it down to one district that you were frequenting: Kabukicho. 

Even afterwards, he’d quickly learned that it wasn’t simply the entertainment district that you were fond of.

You were fond of hiding.

Asking around for sightings of a person of your description took Nanami meters away from actual Kabukicho, and down narrow alleys and underground streets. Into clubs and behind hotels. Into the seediest, smallest establishments hadn’t even the faintest waft of a main street. Currently he was heading towards a bar he was directed towards by an anonymous tip; the tip had said that you came here at least once a week or so. Sometimes not even to drink - just to people-watch.

And if Nanami Kento knew anything about you: it was that you found humans fascinating.

He’d seen it after fights, when you’d watch families rush to one another and embrace. He’d seen it even during fights, as you analyzed villains that were easy prey.

And he wondered…did you find humans interesting as much as they found you? Or at least, he did. 

It’s after a few minutes of walking down this small street, lit only by the angry neon signs of underground clubs, that he stops before a squat bat. THE CHAMELEON—the sign said.

He pats the stun gun in his pocket. 

And with a deep breath, he’s walking in.

The stench of liquor dances a frenzied waltz with cigarettes; it reaches his nose though he doesn’t cringe as he weaves between closely-pressed tables. Patrons hunched over nursing their columns of glasses look up at him suspiciously as he walks past them. He knew he should have changed out of his cream-colored suit. 

It was barely visible in the bar, due to the faint light buzzing solely from a few spots on the ceiling, surrounded by wine-drunk flies, but Nanami managed to sit himself down at the counter. A bartender with long greyish-blue hair wiping greasy glasses with an even greasier rag looks up at him.

“Ah…” Nanami’s eyes fall to the glass and the rag - he himself was a good drinker, though the establishments he frequented were nothing of this sort. “Just a beer, please.”

The bartender asks, “Mmm, tap?”

“Do you have bottles-”

“No bottles.”

“Then ah- just a water, please.”

“No water either.” He says in a strangely melodic voice, “Just cider. Just cider. Apple, peach, and pear~!”

Nanami looks at the man warily, “Then…a peach cider please.”

The bartender shrugs then takes the rag—blowing his nose into it- before he throws it somewhere over his shoulder and fetches a peach cider for Nanami. It pools condensation onto the counter as it’s set in front of him, but he doesn’t reach for it even a single millimeter.

“What are you trying to find, young man?”

Nanami almost flinches. 

The voice comes from the seat next to him; gruff and gravelly like when one has smoked far too many cigarettes for far too long. As he turns—the man next to him laughs. He had a white, wide-rimmed hat tipped low over his face, and was wearing an equally stark white suit. It was just about the only things he could make of him - nothing of his actual features.

And though Nanami didn’t know the man, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of kinship as the two patrons of the bar that didn’t seem like they belonged there.

Despite this, however, this other man’s fingers found a chip in his cider glass with familiarity. 

“There are only two reasons that folks come down to a bar like this: either to lose something—pain, memories, fatigue; or to find something.” He nods his head over at the younger man, but still doesn’t reveal a sliver of a face. “And since you haven’t touched that cider of yours, young man, I’m assuming…”

“Finding something, I suppose.” Almost robotic, Nanami grasps his glass. 

He thinks he sees a flash of a smile from the other man.

Nanami continues, “Maybe you can help me? Would you happen to have seen someone come in tonight-” His heart thunders as he lists off the features written down in that file of his—and the man keeps nodding with each one. “-perhaps around my age, though-”

“So it’s love problems.”

He stops short. “What?”

“Love problems.” That man clucks out a wet laugh, then takes a swig of his cider.

Nanami responds hesitantly. “I’m…afraid you misunderstand. I’m just trying to find-”

“I know perfectly what you mean.” He displays a set of paper-white teeth, gleaming. Reaching into his coat pocket, he slaps something down on the marble counter. “Her, right?”

Nanami peers in and finds it to be a blurry polaroid of you at this very bar, taken like you hadn’t known it was happening. And you weren’t revelling like one would have expected you to after a constant winning streak against villains. You weren’t even lamenting your woes with your fellow bar patrons.

You were just…watching. 

Alone at a booth. Nothing in front of you but a water- perhaps that bartender had lied to him. 

It was a night livelier than this one, evidently, as bachelor celebrations and 21st birthday parties and seemingly drunken singing surrounded you from all angles. But you simply watched. Waited. There was something so sorrowfully beautiful about you that it made Nanami’s heart ache. 

“It’d been my buddy’s divorce party and someone had pulled out the polaroid. He snapped a picture and somehow I just couldn’t find it in myself to part with it…there’s something so haunting about it.”

Nanami merely stares speechlessly, running his finger down the edge of the picture.

“Trying to understand someone is, too, an act of love isn’t it?” The other man says. Before Nanami could respond, he’s polishing off the last few drops of his cider and getting off the chair—he seemed much taller when he was standing. “Come now. This Supergirl of yours is quite the party- after draining The Chameleon she tends to head East towards the Golden Gai. Finish up your cider and then we can go.”

“R-right.” Nanami’s hand almost falls to pat his stun gun reassuringly- but under the man’s scrutiny he reaches for the cider instead. “And sorry- what was your name again Mr…?”

“Come now, come now. We can save the pleasantries for when we walk there, young man.”

“Right.” 

Bringing it up to his lips. 

Almost. “But how did you know I was searching for Super-”

He sighs. “You journalists ask too many questions.”

And with a forceful shove, he’s making Nanami chug down the cider - blood and peaches coating his tongue. And the sharp shot of something else he couldn’t place. 

“And you can call me Kenjaku, young man.”

And then it’s black.

“I saw the way Supergirl—” Spit. “—looked at you. And I must thank you for leading her to me.”

Kilometers away, you’re in the middle of heading to the train station with Shoko. You’d both gotten off work late and were lamenting what a pain it’d be to get up tomorrow morning—

Your head snaps up.

You’re immediately looking behind you.

“What is it?” Shoko asks with no small sense of emergency.

That gasp. That thud. 

You’ve never heard it; yet you’d recognize it anywhere.

“Something bad has happened.”

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Alleyways. Bar. Rats. Love Hotel. Alleyways. Bar. Bar. Alleyways. Alleyways. Alleyways.

Why did you have to go down so many alleyways?

It was a bar that you’d only been to once; the shadows were long and the cider was sweet—but ultimately you’d decided that you didn’t want to return. It was the day after you’d saved Nanami Kento. 

And now you were doing the very same thing.

THE CHAMALEON had wound down for the night by the time that you skidded to a halt before it - with the tar road cratering beneath you as you stopped. There’s a thundering noise that echoes down the gloomy streets of this forgotten part of Kabukicho. You don’t waste a single second longer before kicking the door open and storming inside—

“Ah~ my lovely Supergirl.”

“Kenjaku.” You spit. The bar was empty save for the man seated at the counter - a dark waterfall of hair, darker eyes - and in his hand he held a single glass of what you assumed to be cider. “Where is he-”

“Slow down, my dear.” He croons. “Why don’t you sit back? Have a drink or two? And then maybe we can-”

“Where the fuck is he.”

It happens instantaneously—in a jerky movement you’re picking up an entire table by its leg. Using a mere fraction of your strength, you chuck it at the man - not quite to hit just yet - and it flies past him with naught a hair’s breadth of space between the side of his head and the table. Crashing against the wall of alcohol bottles in the back; liquor and shards of glass explode behind Kenjaku, yet he doesn’t move a single muscle. Not a single muscle.

Not even his lips to speak. 

It infuriates you that he can remain sitting and sipping his cider without a care in the world- and so you’re striding towards him. Though striding was perhaps a kinder word.

Grabbing a bottle off the counter, he breaks its end and attempts to stab you.

You dodge.

He stabs.

You dodge.

He swipes your cheek—

“Motherfucker you better know that I don’t care what you do to me-” Each word leaves you like a dagger. “I don’t care how you hurt me-” And within a few seconds, you’ve closed the gap completely to grip him by the collar and raise Kenjaku a foot off his chair. “But what the fuck have these innocent people ever done to you?”

Suddenly, his eyes go wide and he starts laughing.

And you’re only watching in stunned silence.

You only can watch—Kenjaku laughs long and unabashed, with a strange hitch like a crow’s call - he laughs so hard that he has to wipe away a tear. It sends red-hot fury curdling in your veins.

You reel your fist back.

Tightly-coiled. Trembling with anger.

And you’re just about to swing—

When Kenjaku raises a single finger - the gesture humans often do when asking for a moment of your time - that makes you halt in your tracks. Whatever tricks he had up his sleeve, you didn’t want to risk anything that might put Nanami in danger.

And so you wait.

And you watch.

As Kenjaku’s eyes fall to the glass of cider that had been kept on the counter. He takes it in his hand. He clears his throat, “You should have been here earlier, oh- your little boyfriend was just drinking away his woes. Something about his love being a filthy alien, you see?” Those deep amethyst eyes—they were so dark that they seemed to leave a stain where they then turned to look at you.

You can’t take your eyes off of him - even as you bring your raised punch back and instead grasp Kenjaku’s neck with both hands. If you can’t pummel him to death, you were ready to strangle him.

Your hands tighten.

“O-oh.” Kenjaku’s hands claw down your forearms, but he’s powerless against you. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

They tighten.

“And you already know it’s true, don’t you? You know that deep down—you’re everything they say you are- you’re everything and worse-” They tighten. His skin starts turning blue then purple. “Why else would they hate you so? They know- they know it and you do, too.”

They tighten.

And even though you had the upperhand, seemingly, Kenjaku seems to crane his head down to whisper to you.

“You were nothing. You are nothing. You will always and forevermore be nothing.”

Your breath hitches- and Kenjaku knows he’s got you.

Unbidden from your senses, you’re letting go of him - he stumbles to the ground but manages to catch himself on the bar counter. Throwing an arm over it to steady himself, Kenjaku looks down at his cider glass once more, with only a few drops at the bottom of it.

He throws back those last few ounces and holds the glass out to you- “Be a dear for me, and help your little boyfriend get me another glass, will you? It seems he’s gotten his…hands full.”

Shit.

Shit.

You’re forgetting to even fly down to the bar—you’re breaking off a leg of a nearby stool then bending the metal into something that resembles a handcuff, quickly restraining Kenjaku for the time being before darting downstairs. There was a dingy staircase in the corner of the room, of which the rusty handrailing bends and warps as you grip it with your superhuman strength.

As you do, Kenjaku calls after you…“But do be careful not to miss your train~!”

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself at the bottom of a damp cellar- running to a Nanami Kento who’d been hopelessly bound and gagged. His golden hair falls in front of his face. His skin glistens with sweat.

And as soon as you reach him, you’re noticing the sheer heat that radiates off of him.

It was as if he was on fire—

Was this…?

“Nanami- Kento.” You’re hissing - you don’t need to untie those cloth restraints, you’re tearing straight through them. Removing the fabric gag and cupping his face, you look deep into his eyes. “Kento- oh, are you alright? Speak to me-”

“Go.”

“What-”

“The train.” Tears fell down his handsome cheeks. His bottom lip was trembling as though he was cold - even though he felt like an inferno to the touch. “My darling, don’t worry about me worry about the train-”

You insist. “What about the train, Kento?”

“Kenjaku- fuck, I overheard him telling his henchmen to destruct the Yurikamome line on the Rainbow Bridge- the train is going to go over it any second now—”

Brows furrowing, you focus your supersenses. Hearing. “But that can’t be, I should hear…”

The zooming of a train. The distant rattling of train tracks that sounded different than usual - too different, too distant. 

Then it hits you.

“Kento, while you were here, did you encounter anything…strange?”

He strangles out. “The peach cider he gave me- a-after that I just…”

“I understand.” Your mind was racing a mile a minute—Kento. The train. Kento. The train. Kento. “Kenjaku probably laced it with something to weaken you, and amongst that he must have added…”

Your blood goes cold.

“Hold on tight.” And without another word, you’re scooping the man into your arms - a princess carry. You hold him to you like the most precious thing on Earth and Krypton as you crash! through the top of the cellar—past several stories without a single scratch nor ache. Past bottles of liquor and ceramic tiles. Past layers of concrete and your fear.

Once you’re out into the wild night, you’re taking in incredible lungfuls of crisp air, soothing the burning sensation in your lungs.

You could almost ignore the gasps around you- as people whip out their cameras. This time, you don’t shy from them.

Gently; you’re hovering down to the street below and setting Nanami down. “Are you okay, Kento?”

“Yes- yes.” He’s gasping as he struggles to stand- you’re attempting to help him, only for Nanami to back away as though afraid. Something painful twinges inside you.

And he must see the breaking of your expression - because he’s immediately rushing to answer. “The thing that was in that cider…it was Kryptonite, wasn’t it?” Your silence is enough of an answer. “You have to go.”

You step towards him. “We have to get you to a hospital. The Kryptonite-”

“The train-”

“Just let me-”

“The Kryptonite will poison you before it ever even thinks of poisoning me. Do you really think I’d ever- fucking ever put my life above yours?” Nanami Kento doesn’t exactly yell—but his voice carries to your superhuman senses above anything else. Anything else. “Save the people on the train. Save the world. Save yourself- for everything I love, please please leave me- save them, Supergirl.”

You’re straightening.

“I’ll be back for you, Kento.”

Stumbling back a few steps; you have to shake your head to do away with the fogginess of the Kryptonite.

And then you’re in the air once more.

Wind whipping your face. Cape thrashing behind you.

The clouds stick to your features and form condensation with how fast you’re flying to the train- fuck.

Once you get there, you’re seeing exactly what Nanami had been talking about.

The train track where the Yurikamome Line was going on top of - the lower deck of Rainbow Bridge - was completely obliterated in the middle. Throngs of metal sticking upwards. Train track rattling like a wounded snake. The train was charging full speed ahead, the driverless transit unaware of any anomaly in the track. 

Just enough of a gap that it would prove fatal to the 160,000 passengers aboard. 

Just enough of a gap that you could zip down—as fast as you could go. As low as you could afford. And as fearful as any human would have been in that moment - and just as foolhardy. 

And as the Yurikamome Line heads towards the broken railroad, you’re lifting the train once it passes. The dip in the train track; you’re making up for it with your hands and your shoulders—never letting the Line falter even a single decree—it stretches and stretches and sinks its heavy metal body down onto yours. Rolling over your shoulders. Like nothing you’ve ever felt before- you have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up. You have to keep your shoulders up. 

Your body was indestructible. But you’re feeling cuts on your palms. But you’re feeling the strain on your core and your deltoids.

Every single axiom in your body was screaming—

Towards the middle mark of the Yurikamome Line, you feel a dip- fuck.

Gritting your teeth, you let out a clenched groan as you push the train up. From inside you can hear passengers scream. And from the horizon, you can hear news helicopters thundering.

Please.

A tear runs down your cheek. You struggle to move. 

Please. Please. Please.

You’re pushing the train upwards with all your might. 

Humanity above, only you know how strong you can be. 

Be strong.

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Birds are twittering.

You would have assumed that the afterlife had no shortage of birds, too; but it’s a bit odd to you that they’re singing a tune so jolly.

Personally, since you were dead, you’d like to sing something more lamentable.

“My darling?”

It’s so quiet that you almost don’t hear it - but of course, you do. You’re Supergirl—and you hear everything everyone says to you whether you want to or not. But this one in particular sounds quite pretty in your ears - even prettier than the spring melodies of birds - and it makes you realize ah- angels…

But at the same time you’re realizing that angels didn’t exist on Krypton.

And then you’re shooting awake.

“Fucking fuck!”

Your graceful resurrection is marked by knocking your head with none other than Nanami Kento - whom you found quite understandable to mistake for an angel. As you’re clutching your forehead and letting out a few swears, he lets out nothing but the sweetest, soft chuckle—and as your vision slowly grows used to the light and unblurs, you’re seeing the most beautiful smile on his face. 

His eyes crinkled at the edges, framed by golden glasses. His cheeks had one faint dimple each. And he was looking at you with something humans had never looked at you with - love.

It couldn’t…

Was that your heart thundering or his?

“You don’t know how happy I am that you’re awake.” Nanami whispers, as if afraid to break this fragile piece. This suspension in a place that didn’t quite seem to be Earth nor Krypton. He presses his forehead to yours—“I wanted to thank you first, my darling.”

“Thank me…for what?” You ask- your voice is incredibly hoarse. How long have you been out for? 

Once you clutch your throat, Nanami hastens to pluck a glass of water off the bedside cabinet. And as you drink- you’re looking around the room. The next time you speak, it’s with a slightly steadier tone. “And where are we?”

“Ah- I guess I should apologize first.” Nanami says, sheepishly rubbing the blushing back of his neck. “We’re at my apartment. You’ve been asleep for about sixteen hours now.”

Your lips part.

He hurries to explain. “Chief Yaga from the police station wanted to keep you under their protection at the hospital, the Justice League insisted on keeping you at one of their quarters- your fan club wanted you all to themselves but…I…insisted you wake up in a place that’s somewhat of a home.” Eyes darting shyly downwards. “Just until you wake up- I asked Shoko and she wasn’t sure where you lived, either. You’re a very private person, Supergirl. And Superman is in outer space right now so…”

“Oh…I…I see.” You hold the glass limply in your hand. “And ah- fan club, you said?”

Nanami nods - you don’t see any humor in his eyes. “Your rescue of the train was shown on every channel and program- every breaking news. The Daily Planet won’t stop printing, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“That…” You feel strangely numb. “I don’t even know what to say. And the casualties-”

“Zero.”

“How did you get to the hospital?”

“Just after you left, Shoko arrived with the police to save me and arrest Kenjaku. Did you know that she’s a vigilante?”

You bite back a smile. “I did.”

He unabashedly smiles, as if meeting you for the first time. “And did you know that I know?”

“I figured by now.” Cocking your head.

“I always had a suspicion but…I don’t know what hypnosis you did but it just wouldn’t make sense in my mind. But when you came down to save me at the cellar, when you were affected by that Kryptonite it just…clicked.”

He’s reaching a hand up to softly cup your right cheek.

“It wouldn’t have made sense to be anyone else.”

It’s warm in Nanami’s bedroom. And it’s even warmer underneath the thin nightdress you’re wearing- you wonder where he got such a thing? And when you’d been put into it? It seems that he catches the questions in your gaze as it dawns upon you what you’re wearing—“I bought it for you after you got discharged at the hospital.” Nanami says. “Shoko helped you into it- althought…I did help.” With a shy blush, he’s looking away.

And you’re closing your eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand. “Thank you.” 

You don’t need to specify for what.

“And then there’s that.” Nanami surprises you as he says, reinvigorated. And how completely correct you were in him having those old movie star looks - that smile of his, with the soft little dimple on each cheek, should be on the big screen. He has a knowing glint in his eyes. “Thank you for saving me- that time at the bakery.”

You feel a little breathless. “It’s no problem.”

“No but it was- it’s how Kenjaku managed to escape. And I know how much you got torn apart in the papers for it—” His jaw clenches. “I saw it everyday.”

You look down at your hands, clasped on top of Nanami’s sweet cream-white sheets. “It’s nothing.”

And slowly - but surely - at a pace that matches the hesitant staccato of your heartbeat, Nanami’s own larger, roughened hands are sliding across the sheets. Intertwining with yours. “It’s not.” 

Your gaze was now flickering between your tangled hands and his unyielding gaze—you didn’t know which was more beautiful.

He continues, “And I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. I know you don’t feel as if you’ve done enough to be thanked, but I can assure you- w-well, I don’t know how much my word will mean to you if anything at all, but just-”

“Kento.” You cut him off. “Kiss me.”

His lips meet yours and you never wish for them to leave; he tastes like coffee with a hint of honey and everything you’ve ever wanted. You feel as though you can finally breathe.

And he feels as though he can’t—and he’s searching for his first breath between your lips. Nanami gasps as you clutch his baby-blue button-up. 

Nanami’s hand caresses the back of your neck, and he’s cockin’ your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss. Eventually you’re feeling that initial sweetness of first contact melt into somthing…more…something that makes your skin simmer, as he’s letting his pinkish tongue brush your lower lip.

With a gasp you’re welcoming him inside.

And before you know it, you’re being laid flat on your back with Nanami hovering on top of you. With a tap at his broad shoulders, you signal him to get up—and when Nanami’s on his knees before you you’re letting your hands…wander.

“O-oh.” His breath hitches. His Adam’s apple bobs. And a sizzling heat takes over the man’s body as your fingers trace the line of this throat- the valley of his pecs- the bumps of his abs. 

All your knowledge of human anatomy led you to believe that he must be hiding immense strength beneath suits too-big for him, but even this was a surprise.

And then lower, lower, lower—until you’re reaching his rock-hard erection. 

“Shit…” The soft grunt escapes the back of Nanami’s throat—unbidden. He immediately brings one roughened hand up to his mouth, chewin’ on the insides of his cheek as he watches your workings down below. Watches through half-lidded eyes as your palm’s meeting the bulge of his perfectly plaid pants. Cupping. Caressing.

Nanami’s breath grows more n’ more ragged as you keep palming- fuck, he was so big.

You don’t even have to use your x-ray vision to figure that out - but you’re doing so anyway. And what you’re seeing are about seven- eight? Inches of his swollen cock, all throbbing and pulsating underneath your touch. And beads—no, puddles of precum were constantly tearing out from the top of his shaft, creating a mess underneath that made Nanami feel shy.

You swear he’s growing even bigger once he feels the staring.

“A-are you using your…?” Nanami asks, pushing his thick glasses up.

“Mmm, maybe.” You’re cheekily replying. And in mere split-seconds you’ve used your heat vision to incinerate Nanami’s fabrics without actually hurting him.

He gasps and instinctively goes up to cover his aching erection-

But you’re stopping him with a hand of your own. Those fingers of yours wrapping around Nanami’s pale pink cock—he’s oh-so-thick at the base of it, surrounded by a scattering of golden tresses that graze the bottom of your hand.

You’re squeezing the hilt of Nanami’s shaft and he lets his head drop backwards with a moan- “Fuh-fuck. I could cum right here and right now, you know….”

“So do it.” You’re tugging his cock- until you’re reaching the mushroomy top of it and wipin’ away a speckle of precum. It feels so warm underneath your touch—he was just melting for you. “But just know that this is going to be a looooong night, Nanami Kento.”

He gulps.

Meanwhilst you’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s while you keep a constant pace fisting his length. Breaking off from the heated kiss only to lean down and spit-

A direct glob of your saliva gluing to Nanami’s puckered tip.

He’s shivering as it gleamingly trickles down his length—then reeling you into a kiss once more. “Mmm- I can hear your heartbeat, Kento.” You smile into the kiss. “Any reason why it increases when you’re around me?”

“I’m in love with you and I cannot lie about it.” And you don’t know what you expected - banter? Denial? But it certainly wasn’t outright confession, and it certainly wasn’t for Nanami to pant against your lips—to push you back onto the coiled mattress, and shuffle his body down until he’s between your legs. 

With languid movements, he’s pressing your legs to the side until each one is pinned to the soft cotton sheets. And you let him.

Your peripherals locked with his. Nanami’s gold-rimmed glasses tracing your skin. You’re running a hand through Nanami’s blond mane as he presses a line of kisses up your right thigh, up your left thigh, before finally…“May I?”

“Please.”

The next sound escaping you is a deafening trill—as in that very moment Nanami pushes his face nose-deep between those legs. And his tongue’s darting outwards and swabbin’ up - eating you out as though he was starving.

Almost wolfish.

Mouth gaped wide open. Honed canines stickin’ against the opened sides of your folds. 

Your eyes dart to the back of your head- as you’re feeling the dots of his tastebuds push through your nightgown. He was eating you out through your nightgown—

“Kento, take a breather.” You’re whispering down at him, peeping at the ravenous man through struggling lids. The pleasure was consuming every inch of you rapidly; and before long you snake a hand to lift up the nightgown. “Let me just take this off-”

“No.” Nanami’s warm hand comes gripping yours - with surprising strength for a human. “Please- please keep it on.” He struggles.

To even speak.

To even keep his breathing even.

To even unlatch himself from your pussy for the mere moments he has to speak- he didn’t want to waste a single second. And it’s with carnal ferocity that he’s stuffin’ himself back between your legs, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your hot folds. “A-at this point, it might just be the only thing keeping me sane, my darling…if I feel you in all your entirety then I might just-” Nanami’s voice cracks. “-break.”

“What do you mean, Kento…?” You’re breathing. 

There was something…off about the handsome man. Sure, it could’ve just been the heated proximity that was warping your perception of him; but—

But that couldn’t explain the nearly-frenzied pace of his heartbeat - 112 BPM to be exact - or the furious red flush creeping down his neck, or the way he was plastered in a cold sweat. Golden tresses gluing to his forehead and the forefront of your pelvis. One of those beads of perspiration runs down his attractive nosebridge n’ ends up positioning where he was pushing and pushing his sensual face into your puffy folds. Cheeks hollowing as he’s sucklin’ on them through the barely-there barrier of your nightgown.

And you’re swiping your thumb across it - feeling the slightly-sticker consistency of his sweat. 

More so than normal.

And somehow…sweeter?

It doesn’t take your heightened senses to realize—you start to tug on Nanami’s sweaty scalp- but he’s hesitant to remove himself. Merely parting an inch or so with the most agonized groan. “Kento- Kento, don’t you feel a little different right now?”

“Hmmmgh?” He asks with his bleary eyes struggling to focus on you.

“A little different? Maybe a little…warmer?” You watch as he has to think a little bit before nodding. “Don’t you feel like you’re going to- hah, shatter on my pussy?”

“I do.” Nanami spits a glob of spittle down on your cunt, kissing it away before it trickles. “Fuck, I do.”

“Mmm—” Your back arches as his tongue straightens then starts dragging up and down your sopping slit languidly. “And aren’t you wondering h-how exactly I know?”

“How do you know, my darling…?” Sounding barely awake as he questions so.

“It’s because…” And then you’re sitting up and starin’ down at his movie-star face, eyes half-lidded and his blond hair a mess. A few strands of it were falling in front of his gorgeous eyes—so you’re pushing them away with your hand- and Nanami shivers as though just splashed with cold water. “-I’m feeling the same way.” A shiver runs down Nanami’s spine. “That aphrodisiac seems to be contagious.”

“A-aphrodisiac?” Nanami’s eyes widen behind his spectacles.

And you’re giving him a soothing nod. “Mhm. Back at the bar, it seems that what Kenjaku spiked you with was a Kryptonite solution. But what he hadn’t accounted for was the fact that sometimes…Kryptonite can have a bit of an…aphrodisical effect on humans.”

You’re leaning down and kissing his pussy-drenched lips. “Mmm, yeah, I can taste it on you still.”

Nanami’s immediately lurching back- but this time, it’s your turn to be reeling him back in. 

Keeping him delightfully hostage between your legs. “And where do you think you’re going, Earthling?”

“But the Kryptonite-” Nanami pants. Even though his eyes kept constantly flickering down to your cunt as if his favorite baked good set out right in front of him. Syrupy-filled. “It can’t be good for you-”

“At the weakened state it’s in now, it’s not bad for me either.” You smile. “The aphrodisiac shouldn’t impair you, either. But if you do not wish to fully continue-”

“I do.” The words can’t leave Nanami’s lips faster. He’s shoving your legs further apart and whispering. “I do I do I do—”

Then pressing such a harsh open-mouthed kiss against your swollen folds - so hard that it honestly felt as though he was trying to permanently imprint its outline against your pussy. And then when he’s pressed hard enough and long enough and deeeep enough—Nanami jerks away with a wrangled moan.

“But then since I’m already broken…”

And in robotic movements- he pushes your nightgown up until your tits- and he’s plastering his hot lips aaaaall over your cunt. Tongue swiping urgently between your folds and fuckin’ inside like a damn animal.

“Shit—” Moans bubble to your throat- seeping out with bubbles of spit. You’re clawing through his sweaty locks, holding onto him for dear life. “Shit, shit, shit- I didn’t expect humans to be so…”

“S’this your first time on Earth?” He peeks up at you through his long lashes.

“It is.” You’re nodding. Biting onto your lower lip.

And something seems to shift behind Nanami’s darkened eyes; he fixates them on you and doesn’t waver a single second as he lets his tongue fully out. Lavishes the tender in-betweens of your pussylips with all his sensual kisses- “Then I better give you a proper welcome to Earth.”

And it’s with absolutely no warning that he’s increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Flarin’ that sopping wet muscle out so that it stretches out your first ring of muscle- you can feel the sides of Nanami’s tongue slide-slide-sliding all down your channel. He was just so thick- you were feeling him so perfectly like this- and you can’t help yourself…you’re activating your x-ray vision to see how deep Nanami’s really going.

“A-a bit more to the left, Kento…” You murmur. “And a little deeper- ngh.”

He looks up at you in slight surprise. “Oh? You can see where I’m going, my darling?” Experimentally, Nanami stabs a few more thorough probes- deep.

“X-ray vision, remember?” You gasp. Buckin’ up in a sloppy staccato every time Nanami’s nearing with his tongue and his prominent nose- fuck, you loved how the tip of his nose pressed into your clit every time he surged forwards. “Just a bit deeper- oh, your fingers?”

With two of his calloused fingertips slidin’ up and down your vertical slit - accumulating the dewy droplets of slick you were letting out - he smiles. “I may not have superpowers, but something tells me you’re going to like this, Supergirl.”

“Oh- shiiiiiit.” It’s letting out the sloppiest squelch to have Nanami’s fingers easing inside. 

They’re so large- oh, your mouth drops as he’s burgeoning inside. Through your x-ray vision you could see that he’s scissoring inside- stretching aside that velvety channel- letting the doughy tips of his fingers probe inside like two searchlights attempting to pinpoint your most treasured spots. He’s rovering in deeeeeep- and you’re letting your face press into the damp mattress. “You’re enjoying this, Supergirl?”

“I-I am.” You huff. You’re humpin’ up into his pretty face so hard that the bedframe was creaking and moaning. Just as you must have been.

“And is your- hah, favorite Earthling making you feel good—?”

You’re levelling a half-hearted glare at him. “Bold of you to assume- but yes.” His fingers are just so close- “To the right…”

And he’s immediately heeding your every word- meanwhile, his mouth seemed to have felt a little lonely. Because Nanami hastens to latch his kiss-bitten lips around your throbbing clit. “Good. Because I’m just made to make you feel good, my darling. I need this. I need this. M’made for this.” Huffing. “Don’t be afraid to fuck my tongue as hard as you want- don’t be afraid to s-suffocate me, because m’here just to make you—ngh, feel good—”

Pushing up into you.

Pressing himself between your legs even harder.

“I don’t need to breathe- I need you to tell me where that g-spot is.”

Your head’s throwing backwards, thighs trembling around him- you’re soon wrapping your legs around Nanami’s perspired head and locking your ankles around him. Digging his tongue even deeper- he crashes and crashes them against your clit in time with his probin’ fingers. “A little more-”

“How much more?”

“Just about an inch- oh.” You’re squawking out in a way that’d be so embarrassing if it was anytime but now. “And to the left…upwards.”

He notices that you’re almost shying away from his touch with every plap! of his palm hitting the forefront of your cunt. Harder. Faster—even though he may have been a gentleman, Nanami’s fingers were decidedly not. They’re ravenous; managing to curl against the side of your walls, with your direction perfectly locating that one spot you’ve been aching to be touched this entire time. And the human wastes no time pushing against it- you think you’re seeing stars—hey, was that Krypton?

Too occupied to come up with a concrete answer, however, you’re simply basking in the pleasure that Nanami was pouring through your veins.

And he only seems too happy to have your hips hikin’ higher and your pussy pushing up all the way until his nose- with every single thrust he was battering. Your gooey insides are shuddering at the sheer force, you’re feeling a tightness start to formulate at the pit of your stomach. 

Something sore - blissfully so.

“I think…” You gasp. “No I know—” And the thing about being Kryptonian was that it came with immense control over your physiology- which also meant that you could cum on demand. But oh, how much better it felt when it was being drawn out of you by Nanami’s sweet sweet fingers.

Plunging - each time from the rounded tips of his digits and down until those knuckles, reddening at the persistent skin-to-skin contact - towards your g-spot every time. Multiple times a second.

“-Kento, I’m going to cum—”

“So cum f’me, Supergirl-” Nanami spits against your cunt. He sounds ragged- he sounds gone. His tone was a barely-there husk of what it had once been, and his eyes seemed unable to focus on anything but the pretty soakin’ pussy right in front of him. He kept his mouth so fucking full of your throbbing clit as he continued speaking. “Cum f’me…my girl.”

Shit—he’s blushing just saying it. But the effect on you is undeniable - you’re throwing your head into the fluffy pillows and finally letting loose. 

Wrenching on Nanami’s hair. Squeezing his head till he almost suffocates- you’ve got the feeling that he gladly would. Dragging your slick-glazed folds against his face and cumming and cumming.

As your euphoria rips straight through you - Nanami leaves his mouth further ajar and swivels his tongue inside as well. In addition to his fingers, he’s now attempting to squeeze his tongue inside to fuck you silly- to make your dazed peripherals roll to the back of your scalp. “This is what I’m made for.” And you’re unsure whether that was him or the aphrodisiac talking. “This is all I ever wanna do now—mmm—” He moans as syrupy juices stream down either side of his mouth and he’s sucking in your pussy. “My darling, you don’t know how badly I mean it when I say m’made for you. For this pussy.”

You whimper as he perfects his tonguing thrusts to the rhythm of your orgasm. Hitting every single peak. “Sh-shit…it’s becoming sensitive…”

“My darling, I’d rather die than leave this pussy from now onwards.”

“Never expected a gentleman like you to be so filthy.” You huff- rather difficult, considering how much he managed to take your breath away. As he prolongs your high until you’re dizzy—

And then some.

“Mmmm, I’m sensitive.” Fondly; you tug on his golden strands. Nanami lets out a rumble of acknowledgement, but he doesn’t move a single inch - merely grazing- not even properly eating you out anymore, he’s just sloppy grazing his hungry mouth against your sensitive cunt. 

Lapping up the last few dredges of your slick.

Occasionally wishing to feel the clench of your hole- and letting it dip inside—

“Hck!” Tears start to well up behind your eyes. And you have to speak to something deep and carnal within Nanami - otherwise you’re getting the feeling that he’s never going to part his lips from your own drenched ones. “Kento, you can stay here if you want…”

“Mmm-” He eagerly runs his tongue between your velvety folds again.

“-but I was really thinking that we could use my x-ray vision…” That seems to finally pique his interest, and he’s looking up at you. “-for something else. Something bigger, hm?” Pointedly, your eyes dip down.

He knows exactly what you’re talking about.

And in no time, Nanami Kento’s shuffling up your twitching body - still oh-so-sensitive from your previous high. And his hips are closing towards yours, his ruby-red tip is slipping between your legs and sandwiching between your pussylips for a few thrust-thrust-thrusts—“A-are you sure, my darl- oh.”

Before you claw at Nanami’s muscular back and crush him against your body.

Against your hips- your readily awaiting cunt.

Just that sopping, sap-covered tip of his manages to fit inside in that moment - and you’re feeling it throb like he’s always wanted to be here. Filling up the cavern of your cunt and making your toes curl- such a delicious streeeetch—! you’ve never felt before. And Nanami watches as you’re on the verge of shattering just as he already has—and he leans down to press a quick press on the edge of your chin. “M-mmmm.” 

But it’s hard even think let alone fucking speak with your soaking wet cunt wrapped around him like this. His very own taste of heaven.

Nanami’s letting escape a few botched moans- before he decides to preserve whatever is left of his dignity, and bites down on his pathetically wobbling lip. Trying his very best to keep any noise from leaving him as he experimentally moves his hips behind and probes back inwards with his plump, puckered tip. Just the round girth of it openin’ you up even more. “Sh-shiiiiiiit—my darling, am I even…”

You’re looping your arms around him and dragging him even closer. But Nanami’s too far gone to even kiss you properly- and his lips end up sliding around your jawline. “Even what, Kento?”

Bleary eyes damn-near popping out of his skull. Skin flushed ever-redder due to the aphrodisiac or simply just…you. Cock spurting out wad after wad of eager precum—he just couldn’t stop himself.

“Alive…” Nanami rasps out.

And your jaw drops at the question. “Is that…is that a joke, baby?” Although you already knew the answer- Nanami Kento was never the type to just joke.

And just as you’d expected, he’s furiously shaking his head and pumping out a few more overeager semi-thrusts. So overeager, in fact, that he’s ending up plopped out of your wettened cavern- and Nanami almost blows a fuse trying to get himself back in.

“Let me help you with that, Kento.” You giggle. Pushing aside his fumbling fingers, you’re wrapping your own around his incredibly thickened base - enough to make your mouth water.

Pointing the globular top of his shaft towards your cunt, you allow him to push inside once more. Breath hitching. Thighs shaking. Pants erratic as he does so- “Are you alright, baby?” You ask him—this time opening your legs wider to let his furious inches shovel in. “D’you think you can handle it if I use my powers to bring all of you inside?”

“Yes but…no.” Nanami admits. He wears a sheepish smile on his face - almost shy. Which was in direct contrast with the way he’s scrapin’ his right hand down your core and resting it atop your womb. He looks at you with raised brows. “Here?”

You nod. “Right there.” Then you’re wiggling your hips down in order to take him deeper—

But Nanami’s stopping you with a hand at your waist- practically glued onto your skin. He’s firm in his touch though not unkind. And Nanami’s boring deeeeply into your eyes - your very soul - as he’s giving you light, shallow thrusts. Poking himself past that ruthless squeeze of your entrance. “I…hah, I’ll need your superpowers to tell me where I am, my darling. And exactly where you want me.” 

Then Nanami plants you with a particularly hard strike that sends his long cock digging. His sides were decorated with a zig-zagging pattern of veins that massages your delicate insides.

“But as for fitting inside…” His mouth fucking waters at the prospect - and you already know with your senses. The gentleman leans down and spits in your mouth. “-we’re gonna do it the human way, okay?”

“Please-” Your nails start to dig into the shifting muscles of his back. “Please-”

And he’s not doing it the human way—not instantly. Before that; Nanami removes your palms from his shoulders and pins them above your head. Using but a single hand of his.

And you know you could easily overpower him - you just know it - but in this instance it makes something carnal twitch inside you to have the calm, soft-spoken gentleman shatter in this way on your pussy. It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac: he was using one hand to restraint yours- so hard that you feel his nail marks, he was using the other to push your knees up until they hit your tits, he was pulling his cock out until it was juuuust the pretty, pinkish top of his shaft.

And then plunging back in.

As deep as he could go - until he’s feeling the little tightness of your entrance. Then reeling back out to repeat. And repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

Nanami Kento was stabbing you with his cock nearly a dozen times a second—and he wasn’t sweet with it- he wasn’t fucking gentle. 

He was utterly pussydrunk and fucking you just like it. “Please, please, please—” Nanami’s attractive baritone hitches at the very end of his sentence, breaking into a million pieces just as he was. “Sh-shit, it’s like the deeper I go…the more I can’t- hngh.”

“Think?” You flutter your lashes up at him.

“Yeah.” He breathes. “That.”

And you can’t help but let out a little giggle—the way his flared tip rubbed your insides was addictive. He was so wiiiiide above his sensitive slit, and that was pushing forcefully into every one of your hidden spots. “You’re so close to my- hck! favorite spot, Kento. Do you remember where that was?” 

“Mmm, my darling- remember?” Nanami looks down at you with crazed eyes. “I can’t even remember my own name right now.”

“Then I’ll guide you.”

Though your arms were pinned to the bed, you’re able to careen your hips up into his. And that ruggedly handsome v-line of his was slowly growing redder at the repeated contact- to which you’re only pushing up even harder. “Just a little deeper- two inches?” You’re using your x-ray vision to map out the perfect route to your g-spot. “And then a little more- fuck, angle your hips a little more to the left.”

“Like this?” He asks. Beautiful hazel eyes almost fluttering shut at the onslaught of sudden squeezes that your cunt was blessing him with. “Fuck, how are you squeezing me even- deeper?”

“My superhuman powers?” You’re joking- joking.

But that doesn’t stop Nanami from asking- “Then does that mean you can…snap my dick off with that pussy, my darling?”

At first you’re in disbelief that such words could have possibly left Nanami Kento’s - the Nanami Kento’s - mouth. And then when it’s finally sunken in, you’re debating whether he was actually serious about it—he looked serious enough. “Ah…” Your lips part. “Kiss me.”

He does.

And as he does, that winding restraint of your legs tugs n’ tugs him ever-closer. Ever-deeper.

That bulbous tip of his was openin’ you up so fucking well—hidden nooks you hadn’t even known existed. And after a few more jerky thrusts, Nanami breaks the kiss with a rather lecherous slurp! and moves to huff against your ear. “I-is it all the way in, my dearest?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to know that?” You’re chuckling before looking down using your x-ray vision once more.

“Tell me, my darling- tell me.” And Nanami Kento was always rather the stoic man—never combusting, never overreacting. But at this moment, it feels as though the longer he’s not fully stuffed in your cunt, the more and more he’s fucking losing it-

“Well…just a few inches longer until you’re gonna be- hah-” Untangling one of your hands from his, you’re running it down your core. Your womb. “-here.”

And Nanami can’t hurry up enough to pin your hands back on the mattress, replacing it with his own. He fucking moans when he realizes that - if he presses down hard enough, perhaps through your superhuman powers - you can make him feel himself bumpin’ thrusts from the outside. You continue. “But you’re actually pretty close to- ah.”

Just then your words are taking on a trilling tone.

Almost matching his in terms of neediness.

Nanami’s running his lengthy cock so deeeeep inside that he ends up rubbin’ his flared tip along either side of your channel—perfectly massaging that one spot you’ve been yearning for this entire time. It’s like a pretty target then that he’s never failing to hit over and over and over again- until you’re throbbing and raw inside.

And every one of his thrusts end up puncturing that spot. That sweet bundle of nerves that makes his mouth water- you’re shattering around his shaft every time he repeats the motion. “Deeper.” Nanami chokes out. “Deeper- now I just need you to take me even deeper. I don’t just want it- I need it.”

And pressing your legs apart with his strong pelvis- he’s murmuring as he hones in.

That target at the back of your pussy.

That gummy surface that just seemed to be calling to him.

That area at the very bottom that just seemed soaked in his never-ending precum—“I need it. I need it. I need it so fuckin’ badly.” He was slurring on his words by this point, and Nanami noses down the column of your throat. “It’s like every atom inside me is burning up. Not just because of the fuck- aphrodisiac.”

“Not just…?” You ask with widened eyes.

And he’s grinding down on the heavenly spot between your legs - so hard that the scruff of his happy trail massages your clit. And it’s such a primal sensation that you don’t think you’d ever be able to replicate—not even with your hypercontrol. “Not just.” He dips his face into the crook of your neck, hair sticking to your clammy skin. “My darling, your body’s liquor.”

Harder and harder. 

With a few more thorough strokes, Nanami’s finally - finally - bottoming out. 

You feel the moment he empties out those thick, throbbing inches with a rough bang! The velvety end of his tip swipes across your cervix- and you’re shivering at the rope of goey precum he’s leaving behind. “Sh-shiiiiiit.”

“Have I…?” Nanami’s pupils dilate. “Have I…” And he keeps fucking you in merciless thrusts.

You smile, “Why don’t you see for yourself, Kento?” He seriously didn’t realize, yet?

Nanami blinks dazedly a few times- before he’s slowly ducking his head downwards and staring at the place where you two were connected. Where your puffy pussylips were struggling to swallow down his red cock—and his heavy balls were thwack-thwack-thwacking away. And it’s enough to make his mouth water.

“Oh.”

His breath hitches as he sees that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

And Nanami falters his hips - for just a split-second - so that he could reach down and give that tummy bulge a kiss—a fucking kiss. Coming back up with the most accomplished smile- “I-I think m’close, my darling.”

“So then cum, Kento.” You’re breaking free of his restraint to throw your arms around him again. “And I’ll-”

“No.” The blond man already knew what you were going to say. Shaking his sweaty head, “I won’t let you make yourself cum using your powers, my dear—this Earthling is going to do it himself.”

So you’re keeping your mouth shut and giving into the pleasure - and on Krypton you may have had to use your physiological control to get yourself off most of the time- but Nanami was hellbent on making you feel better than he already was. He’s slammin’ away into your g-spot. He’s using his now-free hand to roll over your clit.

Again and again and again—

As many times as he needed to in order to push you towards your high - even if it meant rubbin’ his reddened cock raw against the sopping hot insides of your cunt. In next to no time; Nanami has your toes curling at the sheer amount of pleasure shooting up from them.

And you’re babbling away into the grove of his neck, “K-Kento, I’m close…”

“Please-” He sounds very much ruined by how he’s had to push his own orgasm for yours- gladly, at that. “P-please…” A ribbon of spit glides from the corner of his mouth, and Nanami pushes down on your tummy bulge using his chiselled abs. “Cum on my cock, my girl.”

You’re both reaching your highs at the same time - Nanami’s with a few more choked-up groans and the sloppiest thrusts you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving, and you with a few more replays of his name and the bed frame shattering underneath you. It’s solely from using your super strength to fuck back into Nanami’s cock - something you hadn’t even realized you’d been doing.

Your brain feels completely fried by the crescendo of your high- getting every peak of it smacked! by Nanami’s ruthless hips.

Again and again—he’s pumping out scalding white globs of cum.

It empties out midway down your walls and smears once he’s hittin’ your cervix. “Cum on my- cum on my…oh, fuck.” Nanami’s pupils tremble- “Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before…”

“Mmm, me neither.” You coo up at him. Your own orgasm was taking over you nerve by nerve—flooding it with white-hot pleasure. Back arching. Knees trembling. It thrums inside of you - and you’re wondering just how potent that aphrodisiac is, because your heartbeat’s almost concerningly fast—

“S’that so?” Nanami slurs. Pressing a chaste peck to your lips as he fucks his cum inside you. “Because I’m not just talking about the sex.”

Oh.

The realization hits you like a freight truck - or maybe a block of Kryptonite. Your heartbeat wasn’t increasing just because of the aphrodisiac. Not at all.

You’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s once more, and you can see yourself doing it over and over and over again.

“Me too.”

And then after a moment, you laugh.

“Kento, we broke the bed.”

.

.

.

SUPERGIRL SAVES 160,000 AT RAINBOW BRIDGE—A TIMELINE OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE’S NEWEST ADDITION.

EXCLUSIVE: LOCAL JOURNALIST SAVED BY SUPERGIRL (THE COVERPAGE OF THE YEAR?)

SUPERVILLAIN KENJAKU FINALLY ARRESTED! REVEALED TO BE BEHIND RAINBOW BRIDGE SITUATION AND SLANDER CAMPAIGN AGAINST SUPERGIRL…

“I spy with my little eye…” Shoko’s knowing gaze flickers between you and Nanami. “-a smile. Two smiles.”

Nanami’s warm gaze turns to you. “Ah, what’s there not to smile about?”

“Considering I’ve finally cleared up my name.” You respond. And it was true; ever since the highly-publicized double heroism in which you saved both Nanami and managed to prevent the Yurikamome Line accident, the headlines couldn’t get enough of your name. Except this time…it wasn’t a bitter taste on their tongues. 

Were we wrong about Supergirl? Was Kenjaku behind the hate campaign?

(Partially. You don’t doubt that that man had his fingers in every pot and scheme possible, but you don’t doubt that most of it was pure human vitriol. And you hoped Kenjaku continued seething…from Tokyo Island Penitentiary.)

It was sweet.

And you weren’t naive enough to believe that the criticism would stop immediately - or in fact ever - but that was alright now. That was fine. 

When you were you.

And you had Nanami beside you—

He intertwines his hand with yours- and Shoko pretends to gag at the sweet, sweet act. The both of you are shaking your heads at her dramatics; which you know she didn’t mean considering the cover page that she’d been staring at at that very moment.

That second headline.

EXCLUSIVE: LOCAL JOURNALIST SAVED BY SUPERGIRL (THE COVERPAGE OF THE YEAR?)

By Nanami Kento.

Underneath those words were a picture snapped from the night you’d save Nanami for the second time. 

You’re crashing through the ceiling of Kenjaku’s bar. You’re carrying Nanami Kento in a princess carry. You. You. You. Powerful and precise. And the way that Nanami was staring at you- oh, he had stars in his eyes brighter than the night sky in the background. His arms were holding onto you like a lifeline, and you were unfettered as you held him close like a star himself.

It was the very picture of heroism.

But to you, it was also…

“Love.” Shoko whispers. “You’re in love.”

And you’re opening your mouth in response - but you’re spared from answering, as you hear something in the distance—a scream. Downtown Shibuya. There was a mugging in occurrence and the perpetrator seemed to have a weapon.

You’re looking at Nanami and Shoko, and both nod as they recognize the hardened glint in your eye.

They’d come up with some believable excuse for your absence, surely. And if they didn’t…

You’re sweeping a glance at the mundane cubicles to make sure no one was watching- then ducking out of the nearest open window as fast as light. On strong summer winds, you’re flying off to save someone—and underneath that grey coat of yours flapped your iconic suit. You tear it open at the chest to reveal the ‘S’ underneath.

-it didn’t matter, anyway.

You were Supergirl.

A/N. Hehehehehe-

Hope you have a lovely week <3

[f-tality0]

Megumi

[heartkaji]

18+. rockstar!choso’s girlfriend always gets him caught !

1. HEADLINE #1 : R★CKSTAR CAUGHT GETTING BJ IN THE REC ROOM ?!

in REC room eight, choso kamo is flipping switches while pretending your hands aren’t fondling his cock.

12 PM friday means the rec room heat & choso’s sweaty thighs. choso kamo has his headphones on his ears as sukuna & suguru practice on the other side of the glass pane, but he can’t seem to focus on sukuna’s voice crackling through his speakers. half of his mind’s on his pretty girlfriend perched on the chair beside him, lashes fluttering and skirt bunched up your thighs as your palm rubs at his already swollen cock.

“choso,” you coo sweetly. “i miss you.”

“miss you too, baby,” he rasps, but it’s more of a whimper & your palm rubs just over his throbbing tip as his hips twitch. his eyes are stinging but your touch is warm & choso kamo is in really big trouble.

he reaches for a switch on the board. “trying to work, princess,” he breathes, and you press your thumb to his clothed slit and his head goes all dizzy again. “could you please let me focus?”

his headphones crackle with sukuna’s voice but choso doesn’t hear it. ‘choso, the reverb. can you amp that shit up already?!’

“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.

[Image_Attachment]

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: ???

——-

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.

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[owwllly]

gojo and his miiuse

[gyarujo]

❛ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦! 呪術廻戦

synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her

pairing. nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. cw. alcohol consumption , i mean it’s a frat party. mentions of ex bf! toji + reader’s colorful dating history + therapy. charas may be a little ooc. sexual entitlement as college guys suck ˖ ࣪ . ࿐

you’ve never been in love. you’re thoroughly aware of the concept – how it makes people feel, how it shapes the universe in its hands and weaves strings of fate together – but you’ve never experienced it. not really.

not in the way people describe it in rom coms, ballads, and new york times best sellers. you’ve felt affection, certainly, in friendships and the bond that ties you to your parents despite their many flaws, in fleeting attraction that makes your heart beat a little faster. but true love ? the notion of it has never crossed your path. rather, it seems to hesitate, look both ways and dejectedly retreat to toeing the sidewalk.

you’ve watched your friends fall in love time and time again. you’ve dated people – your high school prom date, who tasted like spearmint and entitlement and tried to feel you up in the back of his dad’s bentley, summer flings that fizzled out and faded into nothing – but you’ve never been in love.

you keep people at arm’s length. you gravitate towards guys like toji who are just as emotionally unavailable as you are. who don’t actually care about you. who only see you when it’s convenient for them, when they think their persistence might finally tear your walls down.

they always, eventually, give up. they grow tired of playing the cat and mouse game, and toji is no exception. he was the most patient – you’ll give him that – he’s lasted longer than the others. but even his patience has its expiry date.

you tell yourself it’s because men are shallow and they only want one thing – a notion you’re positive has been scientifically proven – but a quieter, insidious part of you wonders if there’s something wrong with you. if there’s something missing that prevents you from connecting with people in that way. if you’re so scared of being used that you’ve forgotten how to let yourself be wanted.

tonight, the little voice in the back of your mind is not-so-little. not-so-quiet. you can hear it over the music blaring from the speakers – despite it being loud enough to rattle the oak floorboards and absorb the laughter erupting from every corner of the frat house.

souta’s fraternity throws the best parties on campus. that isn’t even up for debate, psi bau’s been famous for its ragers since the beginning of time. or at least that’s what the super seniors swear by.

if a party’s happening on a friday night, it’s here.

where bodies press together beneath flashing lights. the scents of cologne, fruit punch, and beer linger in the air. and red solo cups litter every flat surface. a psi bau party ™ is exactly what you need after toji fushiguro dumped you, very publicly, for a sorority girl. 

the aftermath of your split tastes like cheap vodka and dregs of regret. sour and acrid on your tongue.

psi bau has enough alcohol to numb the prickle in your spine from the people staring at you. but it doesn’t have enough liquor to dull the subtle ache in your chest.

it’s an ache that persists despite the fact that you’re not even remotely heartbroken. you’re never invested enough for that. you weren’t in love with toji. not even close. what you’re feeling is something else entirely.

irritation. you’re irritated. irritated at the way eyes follow you with morbid curiosity, waiting for you to shatter. irritated by the whispers trailing after you from the kitchen to the living room. irritated, because your time’s been wasted. again.

“did you hear ? he already took someone else upstairs. poor thing”

‘poor thing ??’ please. you lean against the beer pong table and stare the girl down. she quickly pretends to be very interested in the contents of her solo cup.

you adjust the hem of your top and let your face settle into something more indifferent. across the room, toji emerges with the brunette in greek letters tucked under his arm like an accessory. she giggles, looking extremely pleased with herself. how cute.

“ignore them” shoko says, brows furrowing as she follows your line of sight, “he’s not worth it, and she certainly isn’t either”

you turn away, the sight of toji and his new plaything is less painful than the concern etched across shoko’s features. you don’t want her concern, you want another drink. 

“sugu can you make me another dirty shirley ?” you sigh, fingers brushing against his as you hand him your empty solo cup, “please. and make it strong , i can’t deal with this sober”

“anything for our ‘unofficial frat princess’” he grins, disappearing off into the kitchen before you can throw anything at him

utahime shifts closer to you, her shoulder bumping yours  “so what exactly happened with toji earlier ?”

you swallow. you could tell them about the argument you had in his car. about him calling you a prick tease because you still wouldn’t have sex with him – in your defense, you didn’t have to, and you certainly wouldn’t be getting it on in psi bau’s parking lot – or you could avoid another pity party. you choose the latter, “it’s really nothing, he wanted me to rush his sister sorority”

shoko lets out a snort, “you ? join a sorority ?”

“exactly” you scoff, “he wanted me to fully commit to being his plus-one at all the boring philanthropy events. he wasn’t very thrilled when i told him i’d rather shit in my hands and clap”

“that’s not grounds for a break up. . what are we ?twelve ?” shoko sneers, “i knew his ego was fragile but holy shit that’s pathetic”

“it wasn’t just about frats and sororities though” you add, weaving a half-truth into the lie “the fight started because he has some bizarre issue with my friendship with suguru”

“what a hypocrite” utahime says dryly, “he hangs out with his exes too and he was hooking up with half the girls in that stupid sorority every time you two were ‘on a break’”

you nod, “he was, but i couldn’t care less, it was never that deep”

shoko watches you over the rim of her solo cup “it’s never ‘that deep’ with you”

you frown slightly. “that’s not true”

“for someone who’s got history with like half the guys in this frat—”

“it was all casual” you interject sharply

“—suguru, souta, toji, and what was it . .? like three athletes ?”

“it was two actually” you correct, your jaw tight

she waves her hand dismissively, “have you ever been in healthy, fully-committed relationship ? ”

you open your mouth, a protest ready on your lips, and close it just as quickly. you have nothing tangible to say.

utahime presses, her voice softer  “have you ever allowed anyone to be in love with you ?”

the music seems to recede, the thumping bass replaced by the erratic thudding of your heart. suguru hands you your dirty shirley. you thank him absentmindedly.

“well ?” shoko prompts, arms crossed over her chest

“well, stop interrogating me” you retort, taking a drawn out sip from your crimson solo cup. rum and sickly sweet grenadine seep over your tongue. “i could make anyone at this party fall in love with me if i actually wanted them to”

utahime nearly chokes on her drink “righttt. . . ”

“wanna bet?” you grit your teeth, “i could have anyone wrapped around my finger in like . . ten days”

silence falls around your little circle. shoko and utahime exchange a look that’s a mix of disbelief and intrigue. 

 “aren’t we too old for stupid bets ?” suguru splutters

“i’m not too old for anything” you scowl, “because i’m quite sick of you guys acting like i’m hard to love”

“are you serious. . .” shoko says, it’s more of statement than a question

“oh, i’m dead serious” you reply, a smile playing on your lips “ten days. . or less. i’ll have someone head-over-heels in love with me before you can say six-seven”

“you’ll get bored by day three and start looking for an out that doesn’t involve hurting their feelings, which will obviously hurt their feelings even more” utahime murmurs

“i’m not the one who gets bored” you scoff

“regardless, it’s a terrible idea” suguru groans, dragging a hand through his dark hair, “it might be your worst one yet, and that’s saying something.”

“if i win” you continue, eyes gleaming as you look at each of them in turn, “i get to use suguru’s car for a month. and you” you point at suguru, “are going to campaign for me. i want to be psi bau’s princess”

suguru looks physically ill. “my car ?! you drive like you have nine lives. . and you hate greek life ! isn’t that the reason why you and toji–”

“semantics” you cut him off, “imagine the look on toji’s face when he has to attend a meeting about me”

“i thought you didn’t care about toji” shoko raises a brow

“i don’t, but i love being petty” you say, “if i don’t get someone to fall in love with me then i’ll just stay away from guys for a bit. happy ? ”

shoko shakes her head, “you’re gonna stay away from guys for the rest of the year”

you groan, dragging a hand down your face, “that’s insane i’m only using the car for a month”

“three months then” suguru counters, “no dating and absolutely no stupid situationships” 

“fine” you agree, perhaps a little too quickly, “but if i have to be a chud, i want your car for three months too, not just one and i’m not paying for your gas”

“fine” he groans, “but for the love of everything holy don’t crash my baby”

“oh, and no flirting with anyone if you lose” shoko adds, “if you’re looking at a guy for more than ten seconds, it counts”

you sigh, glancing back across the room. toji’s disappeared with the brunette again. “fine”

“okay” shoko says, leaning against the sticky beer pong table. her expression is solemn, like this is a board meeting rather than a frat party, “glad we’re all on the same page. pick your next victim”

you roll your eyes but you let your gaze sweep across the room. your vision swims throughout the sea of jocks, frat boys, and stoners. 

“shiu ?” utahime suggests, “he’s not that bad”

“toji’s best friend ? absolutely fucking not.” shoko shoots that down immediately, “they’re practically the same person”

“not nanami” you murmur, spotting the tall blond man near the staircase, “we’ve got too many mutual friends,”

“ryomen ?” utahime offers, nodding towards the left side of the living room

sukuna is leaning against the wall, looking like he’s allergic to joy. you wrinkle your nose, “hard pass. he’s literally unc and he hates everything and everyone,”

“choso ?”

“absolutely not” you laugh, “yuki would never speak to me again” 

“higuruma ?”

you shake your head, “he’s pre-law, he’d figure it out almost immediately, and we have so many classes together. it’s not worth it”

“suguru ? souta ?” shoko prompts, half-joking. suguru looks positively mortified

“been there, also been there. plus souta hates me” 

“see ?” utahime says, gesturing vaguely at the collegiate crowd “everyone here knows you and your track record. you’ve already lost the bet”

your lips part, ready to argue but then you see him. and the words die on your tongue

across the room souta weaves through the crowd like he owns the place. his toned arm is slung over someone who looks like a carbon-copy of him. same snow-white hair. same bright blue eyes. same looming height. but where souta is all loose shoulders, cocky smiles, and chaos, this guy is . . . the exact opposite. his jaw is clenched and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. cute

“toru c’mon” souta’s laughter carries over the music, “just one shot ! you’ve been doomscrolling that stupid interview script for hours”

“it’s not stupid” his twin snaps, adjusting his glasses with an irritated flick as they slide down his nose. “i have to prepare, the first round is tomorrow and i don’t want to smell like tequila during the selection process”

“you’re basically already dead inside, what’s a little liver damage ? ” souta groans, “live a little !”

“i’d rather live responsibly. unlike you”

“i’m plenty responsible” souta mumbles, but he finally gives up, throwing his hands in the air before slinking off to the kitchen. his twin retreats to the wall right across the beer pong table, completely out of place. he pulls out his phone, the screen’s blue glare reflects off his lenses.

“i didn’t know souta had a twin” you muse, setting your solo cup down on the edge of the beer pong table. a drop of your dirty shirley trickles down your knuckle. you absentmindedly lick it away. your friends follow your gaze across the room.

“uhh you had a thing with souta freshman year” shoko sighs, “how the hell don’t you know ?”

“souta and i never did much talking” you shrug, unable to tear your eyes away from the wallflower “so what’s the deal with his brother ?”

“that’s satoru” utahime quips, “the ‘other’ gojo. the one who actually uses his brain. he’s here on a full-ride even though their family’s filthy rich. perfect gpa, founder of the campus coding club and head of the debate team. your typical overachiever”

you study him as he frowns at whatever is on his screen. “he’s kind of cute” you admit, biting back a genuine smile.

“no” suguru says immediately, cadence firm and rigid “absolutely not, don’t even think about”

“please” shoko snorts into her drink, “you’ll have him questioning every single one of his life choices in seconds ”

“what ?” you whirl around to face them, arching a brow defensively “why the hell are you guys acting like i’m some evil man-eater ?”

“because” suguru says slowly, gesturing to where satoru stands, “that is souta’s identical twin brother”

“i’m aware of the concept of twins, suguru” you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, “i’m not that stupid”

“and you” he continues, undeterred “are you.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean ?”

“it means” utahime says, soft brown eyes pouring into yours, “you suck at relationships. you always end up really hurting people. and we know you don’t mean to–”

“i don’t suck at relationships” you huff defensively, folding your arms over your chest, “and i haven’t actually hurt anyone”

“you went out with souta for three weeks” suguru points out, “and then he spent the rest of the semester listening to juice wrld and xxxtentacion”

“we wanted different things !” you insist, though the memory of souta’s wounded puppy-dog eyes after you ghosted him flashes in your mind

“he wanted a girlfriend” utahime deadpans. “you wanted someone to go to parties with”

“and toji ?” shoko presses, “let’s not even get started on the last couple of months”

“toji doesn’t count.” you retort, “he’s a walking red flag ! he’s the one who’s avoidant. not me” 

“i don’t think your therapist would agree with that statement” suguru snickers, “speaking of, when last did you see her because i think you should have a session as soon as possible”

( frankly, your therapist wouldn’t agree with any of this. she’d never approved of your love life anyway )

“okay, that’s enough” you look away before the irritation crawling up your spine can show on your face. you can’t believe this. your own friends, painting you as some heartless siren. it’s beyond insulting

( heaven forbid a girl isn’t the best at romance )

“look” suguru says, his tone softening as he follows your gaze back to satoru, “satoru isn’t like the guys you usually go for”

“and that’s the understatement of the century” shoko adds, “unlike the rest of these meatheads, he doesn’t care about popularity, or parties. hell, he barely cares about anyone who isn’t in the honors college.”

“he’ll be impossible to wrap around your finger” utahime agrees, “you didn’t even know he existed five minutes ago. plus, you’re literally polar opposites. you like partying. he likes engineering. it would never work”

across the room, satoru shifts against the wall. his discomfort is blatant even from a distance. someone tries to hand him a red solo cup and he declines with a barely perceptible shake of his head, his blue eyes never leaving his phone. he’s completely unimpressed by everything around him

you watch him a beat too long before murmuring, “exactly” you lower your cup slowly, glossy lips curving into a smile

shoko narrows her eyes suspiciously, “exactly what ?”

“exactly why it has to be him” you say, “the whole point of the bet isn’t to prove i can make some jock or frat boy fall for me. it’s to prove that i can make anyone fall in love with me. what’s the point of an easy win ?”

suguru lets out a long, pained groan “oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”

“you said he’d be impossible” you continue, your gaze drifting back to satoru. your target is typing out something with an admirable degree of focus, thumbs flying across his sceen. his brows are slightly furrowed and his lips are pressed into a thin line. he exhales slowly, as if he’s counting down the seconds until he can leave.

“well, i think i’ll have him hooked in ten days” you grin

suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, “i’d rather call the bet off and let you drive my car for free”

“why ?” you ask, completely perplexed, “what’s the big deal ?”

“the big deal” suguru says, lowering his voice to a whisper, “is that satoru is actually a really good guy. and if you make him fall for you because of this stupid bet and whatever issues you still haven’t resolved in therapy and souta finds out. . . he won’t just be mad at you. he’ll murder me.”

“relax sugu” you murmur, “it’s pretty harmless. if he doesn’t fall for me, you guys are right and i’ll take a break from guys. if he does fall for me i’ll be with a good guy for once – which nitta will love! it sounds like a win-win to me” 

utahime squints at you, “you’re not actually going to date him”

“why not ?” you counter, “he’s smart, he’s cute, and – no offence sugu – he’s definitely an upgrade from all my exes”

“because by all accounts satoru gojo is the most nerdy, boring person on this campus” shoko insists bluntly, “and you get bored very easily”

“i don’t get bored easily” you frown, “and i don’t appreciate this mischaracterization from my so-called best friends”

“that’s beside the point” utahime interjects, “a relationship built on deceit is good for nothing . .”

“i’m begging you” suguru pleads, digging his fingers into his temple, “just pick someone else”

you’re not sure if this impulsive decision stems from the liquor thrumming beneath your skin, or your infinite insecurities. but your mind is completely made up.

your gaze drifts back to satoru again. his eyes lift from his phone for a moment – sweeping across the room, passing over you like you’re just another person getting drunk by the beer pong table – before returning to the illuminated screen in his hand. you don’t even exist to him

“see ?” utahime says pointedly beside you, “he didn’t even notice you !”

you smile thoughtfully, you’ve never had to chase anyone before. you’ve never wanted to try, you’ve never had to but . . “now, i want this even more”

“that is the worst possible thing you could’ve said” suguru inhales sharply, “i’m a dead man, souta’s going to kill me . . .”

“he’s going to kill all of us” utahime sighs, “shoko, why the hell would you entertain this ?”

“i just asked a simple question, don’t throw me under the bus” shoko says, holding her hands up defensively, “ we, yes we, are all responsible for this”

satoru gojo stands by the wall, blissfully unaware that he’s just become the center of your very bad idea. he’s the only person who hasn’t looked at you twice tonight. and you are very determined to change that.

masterlist day zero ⇆ day one

── .✦ mimi’s notes: first chapter everybody twerk! going on the record to say that this series is nothing like the movie but i don’t wanna spill too much ( wink wink )

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[gyarujo]

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[hinamie]

at the club w my non-alcoholic sparkling beverage throwing off the white balance of the group shot ✌︎('ω')✌︎

[ad4ryu]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ❗️

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴏsᴏ ᴀ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ !

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 : ༘ 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬 , 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 , 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

Choso couldn’t think straight as you continued grinding against him, your soaked pussy constantly rubbing against his clothed erection.

“y/n, please..j-just let me put it in.” He whispered in a desperate manner, grabbing a hold of your hips.

“I’ll make you feel so so good I promise.” He continued then whimpered into your mouth as you pulled him into an aggressive kiss.

You let go of his face, “No, you don’t deserve it. Letting some bitch touch up on you like you’re not my man.” You moved your lips to his neck, beginning to suck on the skin right above his collarbone softly, making him sigh.

“P-please if you would just let me explain-”. He attempted to prove his loyalty to you but was cut off when you suddenly bit his neck roughly as the image of the girl from his calculus class grabbing onto his arm flashed across your mind, the action wasn’t harsh enough to make him bleed but would surely leave behind a bruise later.

A jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shot up his body, resulting in his words turning into a moan momentarily. He spoke again, his voice cracking this time, “I- I swear I removed her hand as fast as I could and..fuck..told her I have a girlfriend.”

You paused your movements, narrowing your eyes into his, “Really?”

“Yes..fuck-”, he whined at the loss of friction.

“I’m all yours.” He reassured, placing a delicate kiss on your hand while glancing up at you through his half lidded eyes.

You grabbed him by his chin then and smashed your lips on his, the kiss later turning into a sloppy make-out session as you rolled your hips against him once more while pulling at his hair. This made him let out a quiet whine and instinctively buck his hips up, growing even more needy by the second.

Finally, you got off him. His eyebrows knitted in confusion before raising slightly in surprise as you started unzipping his trousers.

His dick sprung free, resting on his stomach. You started stroking his shaft tentatively, observing his little reactions. He whined, “Stop teasing.”

“Fine, I’ll let you have this just once.” You drawled before spitting directly on his cock and resuming stroking at an increased pace now. As you went faster, his whimpering got louder.

He suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping your ministrations. You gave him a confused look.

“Baby I can’t come like this, need to be inside you.” He complained then forcefully hitched your skirt up, revealing your soaked pussy.

He groaned at the sight and immediately began rubbing your clit, you bite your lip.

He carefully pushed his index inside your entrance, “tch, so tight.” He furrowed his eyebrows in focus before moving again.

You felt him insert a second finger in, moving painfully slow. “Go faster.” You ordered him, getting agitated at his pace.

Before you could complain again, his digits moved in and out of your slick with a sense of urgency, he curled his fingers slightly and continued which sent you over the edge. Only your lewd moans and the squelching of his movements filled the room.

“D-does this feel good?” Choso asked nervously, gulping as his boner grew more painful hearing your sweet noises.

“Yes ‘Cho, doing so good for me.” You whispered, about to be close to your climax.

He blushed slightly at your praise.

“Fuck…I’m close baby.” You told him, your voice becoming hoarse and body starting to tremble as he continued fingering you like a fucking pro.

“Wait. I want you to finish on my tongue.” He declared, hoisting your body up and carrying you over to the bed like you weighed nothing.

“Hold on-” You tried to get out of his grasp as things were going way different than what you had planned.

“Can’t. Need you now.” He said gruffly before placing you gently on the bed to your surprise.

He threw your leg over his shoulder, promptly diving into your pussy like a starved man. You let out a strangled whine and held the back of his hair instinctively. He groaned at that, sending vibrations to your cunt.

You tugged harder as his tongue explored your insides while one hand massaged your clit. He sucked and tongue fucked you all the way to your orgasm, “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” You whispered as your eyes shut, small tears painting your face and tremors racked through your body.

Your shaking seized as you rode out your climax at last. Choso hummed and immediately lapped up your juices with his tongue, swallowing every last bit of your essence.

You took minute to catch your breath in order for the frantic heaving of your chest to settle down from the events that just unfolded.

“Are you okay baby?” Your sweet boyfriend hovered over you worriedly, wiping your tears away with his hand.

“Ecstatic.” You replied in a monotone manner, still dazed for a moment.

He smiled, “I’m glad.”

Then you pushed yourself back up and leaned between his legs. Shoving his back against the headboard.

“Now I want to make you feel good, will you let me?” You questioned, searching his eyes for hesitance.

He squeezed your hips and eagerly nodded, “Been waiting forever for this.”

You giggled and placed a feathery kiss on his forehead.

[ad4ryu]

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“babe, hurry up.” you urged Sukuna, looking back at the timer on top of the screen that read one minute remaining.

“I’m trying, the male section is genuinely booty.” he grumbled as he furrowed his eyebrows at the laptop, his fingers aggressively tapping against the keyboard.

“you could always be a girl instead y’know.” you suggested thoughtfully, tapping your chin.

“that’s gay.” he scrunched up his nose, eyes still focused on his screen.

you blinked at him, “but playing a dress up game isn’t?”

“I’m this close to leaving the server.” he warned, eyes narrowing at you as his cursor hovered over the menu button.

“alright damn, my bad.” you quickly took it back, throwing your hands up dramatically.

you hastily tapped your keyboard as you rushed to add some final changes to your hair as soon as the timer read twenty seconds.

sukuna’s headache inducing keyboard smashing had seized so you assumed he was done with his outfit already.

the moment you clicked out of the hair menu, the timer was up. you sighed since you just barely scraped through.

sukuna placed his laptop away for a moment, picked up the almost empty sprite beside him and began to slurp his drink annoyingly loud.

“could you be any more classless?” you criticized him sharply, pinching your forehead together with your fingertips.

“god forbid a man rewards himself for hard work.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“you better not fuck up our duo.” you muttered, just as you mindlessly rated someone’s outfit two stars.

“now you know damn well my fit mogs yours.” he fired back, shooting a targeted look at you.

“all this talk and mind you, you’re not even a trendsetter rank at least.” you side eyed him.

“whatever.” he grouched and gave a player one star just out of spite.

the screen finally panned to your usernames and you instantly started bossing sukuna around on the specific poses to use.

“no ! use the left heart.” you corrected him.

“alright damn.” he begrudgingly obeyed and clicked on the heart pose l button.

“then do back to back.” you continued, weirdly focused on this.

he silently obliged.

“now use the first pose.”

“don’t tell me what to do.”

you shot him a pointed glare.

“never mind.” he muttered.

after your turn, the next player popped up looking a mess.

“sorry guys I didn’t finish. yeah we can tell.” sukuna read the chat out loud mockingly, proceeding to vote one star.

“I doubt finishing would have saved that outfit anyway.” you added on and giggled.

the next person flashed on the game, looking significantly better than the previous one.

you whistled and immediately gave her five stars.

“she’s really good.”

“meh. decent I guess.” he mumbled, his mouth positioned in a permanent frown as he clicked two stars.

“oh come on, that was at least four star worthy.” you reprimanded, looking back at him in disbelief.

“wasn’t as good as us though.” he shrugged.

“true.” you tilted your head slightly and gave an approving nod

the last player walked out looking an even bigger mess.

they went ahead to move around a plethora of poses you were ninety percent certain they just keyboard smashed.

“well, last and certainly least.” you corrected at the screen.

“she a mess, she the birthday makeup.” sukuna snorted as he started to type something in chat, which will probably get his account banned again.

you took a sip of water before asking, “wanna play cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas after?”

“say wallahi that’s a real game.”

note: ts been MARINATING in the drafts for a while✌🏾🥀

other works here !

[ad4ryu]

𝑪𝒖𝒕, 𝒄𝒖𝒕 !! 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. In which you and Gojo become podcasters just for the hell of it (a fun side hustle) and unfortunately the guest on today’s episode is Naoya.

𝐜𝐰: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚

“Thank you to all our supporters for continuously showing our podcast some love, now before we start this episode, a special message from our sponsors…” Gojo introduced as always, flashing a boyish grin to the camera that made the women in the production crew swoon.

You tuned out his voice, letting it melt into background noise for a moment as your eyes scanned through the hefty script, going over your lines.

The set of papers were placed back on the table just as he finished the intro.

“Today, we have a special guest with us. Naoya Zenin, the leader of Hei unit in the Zenin clan.” The production crew applauded behind the camera as the blonde haired man walked across the room and made his way to the seat on set.

“Thank you for having me, it’s a pleasure to be here Gojo.” He greeted rather rudely, by that you mean completely ignoring you even though you’re also a host.

You just sucked it in and offered a polite smile, to which he scoffed at.

Gojo noticed the slight tension and promptly began the conversation, “So..Mr Zenin, it says here you’re the leader of a unit comprising of only the strongest sorcerers in the clan ranked semi grade 1 and above, how has that been going for you?”

“Well..I don’t really do much anyway, just occasionally assisting in combat trainings, some meetings here and there so it’s really not much work.” The unit head replied nonchalantly, seeming bored at such a question.

“Right..um-” Gojo cleared his throat, not sure how to respond to that.

“Interesting…so I hear you have quite the cursed technique and possess remarkable combat abilities, what was your journey like to get that strong?” You added on to the talk, quizzing him with your hands under your chin.

Naoya eyed you with disdain first.

‘Geez, does this guy have a crush on Gojo too?’ You thought to yourself as you already regretted having agreed to invite him.

He answered anyway, “Well it was easy of course, there were lots of difficult days and I did have to push myself twice as hard but I improved greatly in no time. I mean it’s to be expected, our biology is different after all.” He boasted, folding his arms and leaning back slightly.

You and Gojo looked at each other, confused.

“What do you mean by that?” You cautiously asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well I mean, a man’s of course. Women couldn’t achieve such strength even if they tried.” Naoya scoffed, the mere idea of that possibility was outlandish to him.

“What makes you say that?” Gojo tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows at his blatantly misogynistic comments.

You gave him a scolding look on the side since it was going against the script and he scratched the back of his hair nervously.

“It’s just for content baby, we’ll get mad views on this just think about it.” He whispered to you, covering the mic with his hand while persuading you.

The piss haired leader narrowed his eyes at both of you then rolled them before responding, “Take Maki for example, she’s a total weakling and will never be a real sorcerer anyway because of her disappointing lack of cursed energy, not to mention her being a female as well.”

You and Gojo opened your mouths to interject but he continued.

“See, Toji on the other hand is also a stain on the Zenin clan but at least he’s strong and I can admit that as a fellow high value man.” He pointed to himself dramatically and shook his head.

He went on a tangent at this point, “But you see, these women need to learn their place. They should be serving us, washing our feet, keeping to their rightful position. Ya feel me?” He looked around the room for validation, later sitting back as he was met with shocked expressions.

Gojo held up a finger, contemplating on which part to chastise. “By any chance, have you ever had a girlfriend or wife with this…personality?”

“Oh nah, never even had a girlfriend.” He admitted casually.

“..Okay-” You were about to comment but he was still yapping.

“But what I’m saying is, the reason I haven’t is because first of all, women be crazy as hell-”

“Okay so I think we’ve come to the end of this podcast-” Gojo attempted to stop him since things had quickly gotten out of hand.

“I don’t even let them bitches walk less than three steps behind me, and they better not even think of disobeying cause things gonna get active-” He began to spiral into unnecessary anger over the imaginary situation.

“Okay, we’ve come to the end of this episode now, thank you everyone for your continuous support and we’d also like to request you guys donate to my homegirl and Toji’s go fund me so they don’t get evicted-” You concluded and turned off your mic.

“And a special shoutout to @goatdori, our main camera man and our lovely editor @soso.da.goat for their consistent hard work and allowing episodes to run smoothly.” Gojo finished off, immediately signaling the camera crew to stop recording.

Click

✫*. ･

note. this was mostly inspired by da goat (notfathermariyuh on tt) ! the alpha male podcast parody was so funny omfg😭🙏🏾

[ad4ryu]

Blind, deaf, mute and stuck in the arctic challenge with Choso and Itadori ! Featuring Gojo in the prison realm.

You set up the camera, ignoring the two brothers behind you audibly questioning why they bothered agreeing to this. Gojo was just happy to be there.

“always dragging us into stupid shit.” Choso grumbled.

“how the hell do you have wifi?!” Yuji asked in shock, pointing at the iPad I was FaceTiming Gojo on.

He shrugged, “I’m just built different I suppose.”

You shushed them both and resumed setting up the items for the challenge. Finally, you placed the bag of flour down and dusted off your hands.

“alright, who’s gonna be the mute?” You glanced between them, an evil grin plastered on your face.

“rock, paper, scissors to decide?” Yuji paused swinging between the countertops and suggested.

“sure.” Choso shrugged.

You nodded before asking, “let’s take turns maybe, Choso and I first?”

“fine by me.” He agreed.

You began chanting rock paper scissors at the same time, opening your fist with rock and Choso with scissors.

He facepalmed after realizing, “just kill me now.”

You and Itadori snorted. “It suits you big bro.” He joked.

“on god I will fuck your little ass up worse than I did in Shibuya.” Choso warned, sending him a stone cold stare.

“see now I personally wouldn’t take that disrespect. He might as well have called you a bitch.” You turned to Yuji, instigating an argument.

“lowkey insulted your entire manhood”. Gojo chimed in.

“I choose my peace.” He muttered then shivered as he got war flashbacks.

“that’s what I thought.” Choso replied cockily.

Yuji rolled his eyes and turned to you, “anyway, it’s our turn, the blind one I think?”

“right..” You held up your fist begrudgingly and started the game again. He opened his hand revealing paper and you mentally cursed since you chose rock again.

“oh god, I’m going to suck so bad at this.” You groaned, dragging a hand across your face.

“at least you’re not in a box..” Gojo trailed off.

“I think we’ve all been in boxes Gojo.” You rolled your eyes.

“yeah, stop making it about yourself.” Yuji added on. You both high fived.

“I swear to god, I will hollow purple both of yalls ass once I get out this bitch.” He warned.

“shiver me timbers.” You mocked then abruptly stopped as soon as you heard a crash on the other end, probably a result of him hitting the structure with his technique.

“yo it was a joke, chill out.” Your eyes widened as you stepped back to your side of the counter.

“someone’s on their period.” You mumbled.

“what’d you just say?” He narrowed his eyes.

“that you’re the best teacher in the world.” You quickly covered up, smiling nervously.

“thought so.” He eyed you sassily.

“anyway...” Choso attempted to changed the subject.

You sighed as you brought out the butter dish. Itadori perked up immediately after, “wait so if I’m deaf how am I supposed to communicate with you guys then?”

“Choso, Gojo and I will either gesture or talk really loud probably.” You clarified and he just let out an ‘ah’.

You clapped your hands once, “alright guys , it’s time to start, Yuji put your headphones in.” You proclaimed a bit too enthusiastically.

You walked over to Choso, grabbing the tape from the countertop to use on him. After cutting it out, you carefully placed it over his lips and all he could do was just stare at you with an ‘I’m so done’ look. You sheepishly apologized and went back beside Itadori.

“alright Choso, press the recording button.” You instructed as you grabbed your blindfold. After he gave a hum of confirmation and you heard the timer start, you put on your blindfold.

The video started. “hi everyone, I’m blind.” You tapped Yuji next.

“I’m deaf.” He raises his voice a decibel higher.

Choso’s words were muffled.

“and I’m stuck in the prison realm.” Gojo drawled.

“and today, we’ll be attempting to bake a cake” You finished off.

“wait, can someone point me downwards please??” Gojo interrupted, pleading through the screen.

Choso attempted to point it towards the table of ingredients, “why am I facing y/n’s ass?” He questioned, already getting distressed.

“what the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around.

Yuji on the other hand was just in his own world, vibing to whatever was in those headphones. Probably one of Choso’s heavy metal playlists.

“guys, I think..I have the bowl, can one of you bring the flour over please?” You requested while attempting to feel the items around you.

Choso sidestepped Itadori and made his way over to help and tapped your shoulder. “can whoever that is please put the flour in the measuring cup, it should be like..two cups of flour I think?”

Choso hummed in acknowledgment then started pouring some into the cup, stopping when it looked like the measurement was about right. He proceeded to dunk the first cup into the bowl and repeated the process one more time.

“did y’all pre-heat the oven yet?” Gojo perked up over the call.

“I think so… Yuji make sure it’s on” You yelled, stopping him from cracking the eggs.

“…how do you pre-heat again?” He let out a nervous laughter.

The rest of you collectively facepalmed.

“oh my god, you see the bake setting right?” Gojo questioned, slowly losing his patience.

“yes.” He replied.

“okay so turn that on first.”

“It lit up that means it’s on right?” The pink haired boy asked, oddly focused on this simple task.

“yes it does, now you see the arrow there?” Gojo continued. He hummed in response.

“now press it until it says 180 ∘ c”.

“until what?” Yuji turned to the screen in confusion.

“Until it reaches 180 ∘ c”. You interjected a bit louder.

“okay.” Then a continuous beeping filled the room.

“alright done.” He announced, proud of his work.

“right…have you guys mixed all the dry ingredients?” Gojo ignored him.

Choso turned the iPad down to the bowl before you spoke, “We just need to add sugar now.”

“guys did any of you put a pan on the stove?” Itadori interrupted, grabbing the device to show Gojo.

Choso let out a muffled sound of shock.

“well don’t look at me, I aint even with yall.” The blue eyed sorcerer quickly said.

“…nobody looked at you sensei.” Yuji raised an eyebrow.

“well one of yall should turn it off please.” You ordered, fearing it was only a matter of time before they burnt something.

Choso turned off the stove and came back to assist you.

“someone tell me whether this is enough sugar.” You requested, fumbling with the measuring cup before finally scooping up some of the sugar from the pack.

“just put a little more.” Yuji ordered, putting emphasis on little.

You scooped up a little bit again and he stopped you, “okay that’s enough.”

You proceeded to angle the cup towards the bowl, using your other hand to feel where you’re positioning it. Once you felt it was pointed correctly you poured the sugar in.

Itadori then brought the wet ingredients. “alright we’re almost done guys, someone get the mixer?”

He paused before answering, “well..about that, Choso kinda broke it two weeks ago.”

You blinked once under the blindfold, breathing in before asking, “and how the hell did that happen?”

“beats me.”

“ok then…someone get a whisk and spatula.” Gojo suggested.

Choso rummaged through the drawer under the sink and later came back with said items.

“okay, Yuji you’re in charge of mixing and please try not to spill anything.” You pleaded, lowkey fearing for your life because your roommate Shoko might show up when her shift ends later and she’s scary as hell when she’s mad.

Gojo noticed Itadori still standing there doing nothing so he started yelling over the call, “Yuji, you’re in charge of mixing the batter and don’t mess up the table.”

The young boy flinched and immediately grabbed the whisk. Everything went wrong from there.

Yuji kept splattering the batter all over the place. It got so bad Choso just moved him aside and took over. Gojo wasn’t even paying attention anymore, he was literally playing block blast amidst the obvious chaos.

After mixing, Itadori brought out the cake pan from under the counter. “okay..bring the bowl closer..now stop.” He commanded as soon as it hovered directly on top of the pan.

“remember to pour it in slowly alright?” He reminded while guiding your hands.

“yes I’m aware.” You responded dryly and slowly tilted the bowl into the metal container underneath. Itadori stopped supervising as he thought you would be able to manage on your own but was proven extremely wrong.

As soon as he let go, you accidentally spilled some of the batter to the side of the pan, making the mixture gush onto the counter.

“wait. Stop, stop, stop.” He panicked, his eyes widened and grabbed the bowl from you. He then started to frantically clean the mess, gathering it with a bunch of paper towels.

“what happened?”. Your eyebrows knitted when he snatched the bowl away.

“oh nothing..just a little mess we’re cleaning up.” He tried to answer calmly as he rushed to throw away the paper towels while Choso wiped the table.

Later, the tattooed brother carefully placed the cake pan in the oven. Pressing the start and timer button to 30 minutes, he sighed in relief.

“ooh I just hit a new high score.” Gojo declared absentmindedly, ignoring the mayhem that just occurred.

You just shook your head, “okay, we’ll be back in 30 minutes to see how the cake looks.” You announced at the camera before turning it off.

1 HOUR LATER

You, Choso and Itadori were sprawled on your bedroom floor playing Roblox to pass time.

“you know, I think Choso should go downstairs first, as the oldest here.” You suggested while placing mouse traps near the stairs to capture the monster.

“I agree, set a good example you know.” Yuji nodded with a hand on his chin.

The lights down the steps flickered, “oh hell nah, y/n you’ve barely done shit this entire game.” He protested, sending a pointed glare your way.

“huh? I literally just got the map for you guys and set up the traps?” You defended yourself.

“and that’s all you’ve done the entire game, I’ve literally died like twice.” He threw his hands up in frustration.

“okay, okay fine. Yuji it’s your turn.” You immediately turned to him. Choso just shook his head.

“what? why me?” His voice slightly trembled as he peered downstairs.

“because, if you don’t you’re a pussy.” You shrugged while the other brother snickered.

He thought for a moment, “ugh fine, it can’t be that bad anyway.”

It was that bad.

His avatar slowly started walking down the stairs. Immediately, the light bulbs cracked. Suddenly this long haired and freakishly tall woman emerged in front of the door and jump-scared him.

He let out a high pitched scream as she chased him up the stairs, “nope, I’m a pussy never mind.” He screeched as he quickly ran up to hide under the bed in the game.

As soon as you and Choso saw the tall figure coming up, you accidentally hit the space bar in surprise and then long pressed sprint until you reached the room and hid in the closet, genuinely on the brink of tears. Those stupid traps didn’t do shit.

“what the hell is that?” Choso yelled in shock and you could hear him continuously slamming his keyboard as his avatar sprinted behind you.

“yo why is her ass not leaving??”. Yuji’s voice cracked as he saw her shadow right in front of the bed.

The monster retreated back downstairs and we all collectively exhaled in relief, unaware we were even holding our breath in the first place.

I was looking on the next floor for the second artifact when Yuji cleared his throat.

“Does anyone else smell something burning?” He asked in worry.

“Oh shit.”

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ ⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

note : guys was ts peak or nah ✌🏾

[ad4ryu]

streamer!toji’s chat flames him until his secret girlfriend appears on his live

ac: Zaradrawings77 (twt)

“Why’s your apartment the size of my bedroom?” Toji read the comment section in disbelief and huffed in annoyance.

“Worry about your damn self brokey.” He fired back, eyes darting back to his monitor.

bumjino1hater: boy who you calling broke with your overly due rent

Seconds later, an automated voice read out “chosopegger3000 sent $500. message: we know you been streaming more cus you bout to get evicted, keep the change.”

“Thank you chosopegger3000 for the donation and to answer you all, I am perfectly financially stable.” He defended himself through gritted teeth, beginning to click his mouse more aggressively.

His focus shifted back to the game he was playing, tomodachi life.

Jude Bellingham had rejected his heart for the third time in a row and kept following Lebron James around like a lost puppy.

The screen suddenly turned pitch black for a moment before the setting changed to a diner.

Jude was sitting at the end of a booth by himself at the back of the restaurant, silently eating his burger until Toji’s mii rushed through the door.

The avatar’s eyes animatedly searched around the room for the mysterious footballer, soon enough he was spotted.

He quickly moved his tiny legs over to the table. His character was hunched over, holding his knees as he caught his breath before grabbing Jude’s attention.

He slowly turned his head after taking notice of Toji beside the table.

His avatar used this opportunity to confess his love for the star player. “ . . . Bellingham-senpai, I need to tell you something important.”

The mii motioned for him to continue.

“Well.. I-I…really like you. I’ve had feelings for you ever since I first saw you, please go out with me!” His character nervously admitted, squinting his eyes and lowering his head in embarrassment.

There was a long pause before the footballer’s mii responded. “. .Sorry, I can’t reciprocate these feelings at the moment, I’m just trying to focus on my career with real madrid right now.”

The shock was evident on Toji’s mii who kept blinking profusely while standing still as a rock.

While the devastated mii was still recovering from the rejection, an unexpected character appeared out of nowhere.

t0jitoe: HELPPP is that flippin sasuke??😭

Just then, Sasuke Uchiha teleported into the building with a poof, standing close to the entrance doors waiting.

Unbeknownst to Toji, he started to creep up behind and stopped just to dramatically fling him off screen.

He stood before Jude Bellingham now on some nonchalant shit, “Hold it right there, I’m the one that truly loves Jude.”

There was another long pause as his avatar waited for Sasuke to continue.

“I can treat you way better than that bum, say yes?” He finished off, his eyes trained on him with determination.

Toji’s mii swiftly ran back to the table, eyes darting between the two for a moment. “No ! I can treat you better.” He argued back, attempting to shove sasuke but failing and tripping onto the floor in the process.

“Who will you choose?” Both of the miis demanded, glancing at the footballer expectantly.

He paused for a moment before responding, “…Well I…I’ve always thought sasuke was really cool.”

Immediately after his answer, a cutscene flashed across the screen of Jude Bellingham and Sasuke holding hands while skipping towards the sunset.

Then the camera panned backwards to Toji’s mii on his knees with his hands covering his face.

Scene cut.

“Yo why the FUCK did Sasuke steal my goat Bellingham, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go??” He slammed his palm on his desk and shoved his headphones off in irritation.

mahoragahelpmedude: why u getting this mad over another man, gay ash

He glanced at the comment, not even bothering to respond.

“Alright guys, that’s it for today’s stream-” He paused his sentence when he heard the door to his office creak open, his eyes darted behind him.

“Baby? you weren’t answering the door so I just used my key.” Your soft voice filled the room and immediately, his chat started overflowing with a barrage of questions.

t0jisevictionotice: hold up, who that in the back??? mahoragahelpmedude: wait so he’s not a bum?? infinitebands101: WHO is that?? cursedeater05: ???

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize you were still streaming, I’ll just come back later.” You swiftly apologized and tried to close the door.

“It’s alright, you can come in sweets.” He reassured you, motioning for you to come closer.

You padded inside hesitantly, opting to position yourself away from the camera’s view since his fans didn’t know of you two’s relationship yet.

“Wanna say hi to my chat?” He asked gently, silently searching for any hesitation on your face.

You nodded, slightly surprised. “Sure, if you don’t mind them finding out.”

“Nope, secret’s already out anyway.” He drawled before casually plopping you on his lap, catching you off guard and that elicited a pointed glare his way.

Your attention went back to the stream and you waved shyly, “Hi everyone, and yes I’m his girlfriend so please stop calling him a bum.” You confirmed as your pupils shifted across the incoming comments.

darealattacktitan: ouu shii👀👀👀 [replying to darealattacktitan] gumigumi: fym ouu shii✌🏼😭 infinitebands101: yall need a third? haha mahoragahelpmedude: this mf pulls??? cursedw0mb: I’m always here just incase he fumbles yk

He gripped your waist tighter, eyebrows furrowed as he read the chat. “I’m never fumbling her, trust me.”

You giggled as he placed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“That’s it for today’s stream guys, same time tomorrow?” He ended the live, diverting his undivided attention back to his beautiful girlfriend.

note: first toji fic kinda nervous 👀👀👀👀

other works here !

[ad4ryu]

“ 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝚰𝐌𝐄 ! ”

synopsis. In which your date stood you up so your coworkers Nanami and Higuruma remind you what he’s missing.

( art creds | @/ayushnz_ on twt )

Slow jazz tunes resounded through the bar as you sipped your martini. You were beginning to grow impatient and to be honest, quite irritated as well due to your date’s unexpected lateness.

You checked your phone again and with a sigh, dropped it back on the table upon seeing nothing but your unread messages to Shiu.

He was over an hour late, you were mad at yourself for even still staying that long hopelessly waiting for him to walk through the entrance or for an explanatory text that would never come.

You gripped on your glass as you downed the rest of your drink, signaling to the bartender for another round of the same one.

Unbeknownst to you, two pairs of eyes were sneaking glances at you from across the room.

Nanami casually drank his whiskey as Higuruma went on about a difficult client who insisted on pleading guilty to a crime where the evidence is insufficient to prove that he did commit that felony.

“It’s just..frustrating you know, there’s no solid evidence to prove that he did do it..but he’s so adamant on taking the blame whereas this could easily be won with a not guilty plead.” He grumbled while dragging a hand over his face then gulped down the glass of brandy in frustration.

Nanami hummed, offering him an empathetic look. “It’s annoying yes but there will always be clients like that and you just have to..accept their decision by the end of the day, if they won’t budge that is. Downsides of being an attorney I guess.”

Higuruma huffed in response, “I’ll drink to that.”

Nanami glanced around the bar in boredom, swishing his drink but halting when he saw a strikingly familiar face sitting at the bar.

He eyed you down, his gaze moving down your legs watching as your short black dress rose up your thigh a fraction as you shifted around in your seat.

He tore his gaze away from you and looked back at the black haired lawyer in front of him. “Hey, behind you, isn’t that y/n?” He asked, nodding his head to her direction.

“Huh? she comes to these places?” Higuruma questioned incredulously then turned around searching the room to confirm. His eyes came to a stop as soon as he caught sight of you in your little black dress that complimented your brown skin perfectly.

“I guess so.” Nanami replied and shrugged, still stealing glances at you but there was a glint of desire in those eyes. Same as for Higuruma, who gave you a longing look.

“We should…keep her company maybe.” He suggested hesitantly, testing if both of them had the same thoughts.

“Yeah.” The blonde accountant agreed before setting the small glass down and standing up from the round table, Higuruma following after.

They made their way across the bar in short but efficient strides. Soon enough, they came up behind you and took a seat on opposite sides of you.

Higuruma spoke first, “Hey, y/n right?”.

You turned to the dark haired attorney in surprise. “Oh, Higuruma yeah? and yup that’s me.”

“Surprised to see you of all people here.” Nanami commented nonchalantly, his eyes boring into yours.

You yelped in equal surprise. “Nanami? I didn’t expect you to come round here either.” Your eyes narrowed slightly and your lips pursed.

“Higuruma and I just come for a drink here after work from time to time.” He shrugged coolly.

“So what brings you here? come here with someone?” The attorney asked, eyeing your attire with curiosity.

You let out a nervous laugh before answering, “Well.. technically yes but I was kind of uhm..stood up.” You finished timidly.

Both of the men raised their eyebrows in shock. You? what foolish man would ever fumble his chance with you like that?

“What a dick.” Higuruma stated flatly.

“Agreed.” Nanami drawled.

You let out an airy laugh, “Yeah, what a dick.”

Maybe it was your imagination but the pair seemed to shift closer to you.

“Let me buy you a drink, to help you push that man-child out of your mind.” He offered, slightly tilting his head awaiting your response.

You quickly waved your hands up frantically, “No it’s okay, you don’t have to really.”

Nanami furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “But I want to. Just think of it as a treat from a fellow co-worker.” He shrugged.

“Don’t think too much about it.” Higuruma interposed, lightly brushing his leg against yours.

You exhaled in defeat, “Alright then..one lychee martini.” You answered.

He smiled and Nanami told the bartender the order.

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You weren’t quite drunk yet, just tipsy since you didn’t want to overdo it tonight. The alcohol didn’t seem to be affecting the other two though, they continued drinking silently while you rambled about the boss overworking you half to death.

“I mean, how did he expect me to draft contracts, review case files, witness statements and then bring updates on the progress of the case in just three days?” You grumbled, holding the sides of your head in your hands as you stared at the now empty glass of gin.

Higuruma nodded in understanding, “Yeah he’s a real piece of work, so I’ve heard.”

“Next time just call one of us to help.” Nanami sternly instructed with his eyebrows knitted, wondering just how the hell you’re managing everything.

“Nah, wouldn’t want to bother you guys.” You dismissed the offer, much used to handling these complications on your own.

They both looked at each other apprehensively.

“You could never bother us, pretty.” Higuruma reassured firmly, placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly with his sanpaku eyes sinking into yours.

Your breath hitched at the nickname and sudden contact that sent a wave of electricity through you.

“We’re here for you..anything you need.” Nanami added on huskily, snaking a hand to the small of your back.

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Everything went by a blur, one moment you’re laughing and conversing with your handsome coworkers. The next moment, you’re sandwiched between the pair as they attack your neck with open mouthed kisses.

Nanami sucked and kissed up on the area near your collarbone while Higuruma held up your curls in his large hands as he placed feathery kisses on the side of your neck while pressing his hard-on against your clothed slit. You let out a breathy moan.

Nanami forcefully hitched your skimpy dress up, revealing your soaked panties.

“Already this wet for us? we haven’t even started.” He teased you, rubbing your clit through the fabric, his breath fanning your ear.

You could only respond with a whimper.

They suddenly let go of you, gaining a confused look from you.

“Need you to sit on my face pretty, can you do that for me?” Higuruma asked first, searching for any uncertainty on your face.

You nodded.

“Use your words.” He corrected you in a deceivingly calm voice, the back of his hand stroking your cheek.

“Y-yes.” You responded meekly.

He smiled widely, “Good. And you’re going to suck his cock like a good little slut.” He instructed, glancing at Nanami who now started touching himself at the scene before him.

You were in a daze and just nodded before positioning yourself, hovering your pussy over him just as he lied down under you.

He then grabbed the back of your thighs and shoved you down on his face. He hummed contentedly as he began exploring your cunt with his tongue. You let out a strangled whine then involuntary started grinding into his mouth, his nose lightly brushing your clit.

“Been waiting for this day so fucking long.” He slurred against your entrance.

“R-really?” Your eyes widened a fraction in surprise as you looked down at him.

Nanami nodded, “Ever since we saw that pretty little ass and tight button up walk into the office, you occupied our every thought. Night and day.” He confessed, stroking tentatively as he continued watching Higuruma tongue fuck you to oblivion.

“Want to know what we’ve been aching to do to you for months?” He asked in a low voice, one hand tilting your chin higher.

You nodded fervently without a second to waste.

He smiled faintly and then carefully lined his painfully hard cock towards your mouth. You sunk your mouth on it, stroking the remaining length, starting at the tip with your tongue resulting in a satisfied groan from the blonde as the sensation of your warm mouth enveloped his senses.

Without warning, Higuruma inserted an index finger into your entrance, bringing it in and out of you sensually while flattening his tongue to trace your opening. You writhed under his touch, moaning around Nanami’s length.

Your cheeks puffed as you bobbed your head against it, delivering swift licks from his tip to the shaft. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck, even better than I imagined.”

He instinctively pushed your head deeper on his cock, your eyes teared up a bit but you fought through and proceeded to deep throat him, placing a hand on his hip to balance yourself just as Higuruma’s tongue lapped up your folds. Your touch burned through him.

You swirled your tongue around his base, continuing to rock your head up and down his cock.

He let out a strangled groan and began thrusting into your mouth, the movements getting more erratic as he drew closer to his orgasm.

Beneath you, only the slurping and content hums of Higuruma could be heard as he eagerly sucked on your clit. He drove his tongue in and out of your hole with urgency and slowly rutted against the bed as your whines grew more vocal, sending waves down Nanami’s length.

You held Higuruma by his hair and pulled on his strands, hips unconsciously grinding into his face. You were soaked, your juices trailed down his chin though he didn’t seem to care, eagerly slurping all you had to offer.

Your thighs squished on both sides of Higuruma’s face as you were nearing your climax.

“I’m gonna..hah…Hiromi !” You whined out as you detached from Nanami momentarily, your eyes blowing backwards as the weight of your incoming peak overwhelmed you.

His movements had heat spreading within your belly. Each flick of his tongue and swirl between your folds intensified that feeling.

The man beneath you ate you out fervently, bringing you the pleasure you deserved.

That foolish man didn’t know what he was missing, god he would drown in your pussy like this if he could.

“Cum in my mouth, pretty.” Higuruma calmly instructed, gripping your thighs tighter.

A choked sob escaped you as your release spurted out all over his face.

He voiced a satisfied sigh as he desperately licked up your juices.

Your body collapsed back on the bed until suddenly a finger plunged between your folds then pulled out, making you yelp.

“Wanna taste?” He turned back to Nanami and asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Without a second to waste, he leaned in and sucked the outstretched fingers soaked in your slick.

He hummed contentedly after pulling back.

“Fucking addictive, isn’t she?” Higuruma probed then moved back to you, caressing your cheek.

“Mhmm..taste yourself y/n.” He directed at you. He leaned down and grabbed your chin softly, a contrast to the manner his lips met yours, rough and desperate. His tongue dueled with your own as he deepened the kiss, gripping your hair at the back of your head harshly.

With his mouth still on yours, Higuruma lifted you up slightly and unclipped your bra, the sudden cold hitting your chest made you shiver.

“So pretty..” He whispered, fingers tracing from the curve of your breasts then down your spine.

His ministrations seized for a moment. Afterwards, his palm settled on one of your breasts and squeezed.

His head inclined towards your other breast, suctioning his mouth on the lump of fat.

The feeling of his tongue administering painfully slow and unfaltering flicks around your stiffened nipple led to a muffled whimper into Nanami’s mouth.

The blonde accountant followed suit, laying popcorn kisses that trailed from the side of your neck down to the center of your chest.

His mouth skipped over to your chest too, beginning to lick around the bud and eventually letting his tongue swipe over your other nipple leisurely, as if he were savoring this very moment.

He continued, abruptly wrapping his mouth around the area and sucking on it ravenously. The sound of your whimpers went straight to his dick, cursing himself when he felt his boner resurfacing.

A beat after, the pair detached from you. Abruptly, careful hands hoisted one of your legs over their shoulder.

You looked up under your eyelashes to be met directly with Higuruma’s lightly blushed face. Your pupils traveled down and couldn’t help but notice the evident tent in his slacks.

Nanami brushed strands of hair away from your face, “Want him to fill up that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

You eagerly nodded just as the lawyer began unbuttoning his trousers, fearing the tremble rumbling in your voice would betray you.

“I want to hear you say it.” Higuruma commanded curtly, his movements halting as his cock head remained stationary between your folds.

You whined at the sensation of his length brushing against your entrance and obliged, “Need you ‘n me .”

He groaned at the confession, slowly sinking into your hole. You wrapped around him just right, making his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Tell me when I can move.” He softly instructed, rough hands cradling the back of your head as he tried so hard to be patient because as much as he’s been aching to fuck you stupid for a while now, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way.

After several seconds, you reassured him and inclined your head. “It’s alright.”

He smiled slightly and without warning, slammed into you abruptly.

His thick cock dragged in and out of your puffy folds, gauging a repeated squelch.

Higuruma moved within you in a frenzy, your whole body shaking in rhythm to his thrusts.

Nanami’s delicate touch behind you was a sharp contrast, he placed one hand on your lower hip to steady you and kissed below your ear.

“You’re doing so well for us sweetheart.” He praised, tracing his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

He could hardly form intelligible sentences as he rammed deeper in your intoxicating pussy.

“mmh, f-fuck, taking me sooo well pretty.” He gasped and gripped your hips tighter.

You caught a glance at him below your eyelashes, his hair disheveled, a few strands stuck to his forehead as it gleamed with sweat.

His head slightly tilted back and adam’s apple shifted, your slick enveloping his senses sent him over the edge. He wasn’t planning to cum so soon but at this rate he’d be a goner.

With that thought in mind, he slowed his pace faintly in order to savor this very moment. You let out a protesting noise and he smiled down at you reassuringly before claiming your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue dueled with yours and let out a moan as you granted him more access, deepening it.

A string of saliva followed as you two detached and without a second to waste, Nanami tilted your head and pulled you into another kiss. The momentum was different from Higuruma’s, it was softer, delicate, more calculated.

He moved at a steady pace, his tongue politely asking to enter before you obliged.

Higuruma below you picked up the tempo, his length brushing against that very sweet spot that made your back arch.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room, a stray tear escaped your eye, to which Nanami carefully swiped away with his thumb as you got closer to your peak.

Higuruma’s hips stuttered above you as that warm sensation pooled across his lower stomach, “C-can I cum inside pretty? need to fill her up.” He asked breathlessly, silently pleading with his eyes.

Immediately you nodded, his hips snapped against you restlessly, with urgency, whimpering as his dick slammed in and out of your walls.

His grip on your waist tightened and his breathing grew even more irregular as he was reaching his own climax.

His eyebrows furrowed in concentration but ultimately failing when the sensation overtook him, shooting thick splashes of his seed into you.

Your orgasm followed a beat after, creating a sticky mess between both of you.

He leaned down to peck at your lips, then let his head fall into the crevice of your neck.

“You did so good for me baby.” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.

Then he lifted his body slightly off you, “Gonna be a good girl for Nanami now?” Higuruma asked softly while slowly tracing your cheekbone.

You nodded stiffly.

“Words, pretty girl.” He corrected you in a dangerously sweet tone.

“god yes, need it ‘s much.” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you made eye contact with the blonde.

Nanami’s face was flushed as he held his weeping cock, still slightly panting as he had been silently pumping himself to the sight of Higuruma buried deep inside you.

The bed dipped under his weight as he approached you.

The sight of Higuruma’s cum still spilled down the inside of your thighs made him leak out a low whimper.

He pressed his tip against your swollen clit, taking in the way your body squirmed beneath him. Prodding the head of his cock into your greedy hole.

You moaned as he captured your lips into a sloppy kiss just as his length hit your sweet spot. He set a brutal pace, making every word out of your mouth come out in a babble.

“ngh, d-don’t stop, please ‘ken.” You rambled on, you could barely form coherent thoughts as he drilled into you, balls smacking roughly against your front.

His hips stuttered at the nickname falling from your lips.

He was going to make you cum sooner than you expected.

The completely unhinged look in his eyes and precision he was fucking into your g spot sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him, inciting a needy groan from him.

“Close baby?” He checked in between thrusts, admiring your disheveled state.

You nodded, paired with a whimper as that same sensation before pooled up your stomach while Nanami dragged his cock between your overstimulated walls.

While you were lost in your pleasure, Higuruma’s mouth attached to yours. A mess of tangled tongues began and he moaned in between your lips as he kissed you desperately, drinking in the taste.

A string of saliva followed as you two detached, his eyes were in a dazed state, staring intently at you like he badly needed more.

He moved downwards to your hardened nipples and tentatively massaged one of them in his palms, “So beautiful, isn’t she Kento?”.

“Gorgeous, and taking me so well too.” Nanami grunted, thrusting in and out of you, obscene sounds followed as he was nearing his own orgasm too.

He carefully lifted one of your legs up and placed them on his shoulder. His pace became erratic as he was chasing his own release too now, his chest glistened with sweat and jaw clenched in deep focus.

At the same time, Higuruma began to suck on your nipple, his hand massaging the other. His tongue lapped around your areola then proceeded to widen his mouth to take more in and purse his mouth around the area, continuously sucking and releasing it.

The combined sensations elicited a sharp cry from you as your body twitched, your release consuming you.

Nanami’s tempo had slowed down, he pushed one last thrust before coating your insides with his release.

After he pulled out of you, the two helped clean you up. Your body was too tired to move, talk less of getting out of bed.

Higuruma left the room momentarily and came back with a towel and started cleaning the mess they both made between your thighs.

Nanami brought back some smaller clothes he found for you to sleep in then diligently helped you put them on.

Afterwards, both men showered you with affection as you were sandwiched between them. Kisses placed on either side of your forehead and two strong arms embracing you brought an involuntary smile to your face.

Nanami observed your relaxed expression, the way your curls framed your face and how your lips fixed slightly in a pout in your sleep.

Higuruma hugged you from behind, his body so close that he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing, ultimately lulling him to rest.

Nanami followed suit, his arm resting on the other side of your waist as he eventually shut his eyes.

[ad4ryu]

˶꒱ა 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ───

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▰▰▰▰▰▰

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 ◟✶ at the same damn time ! featuring nanami x higuruma

jjk crack 𓂃

blind, deaf, mute !

podcast shenanigans ft. naoya (unfortunately)

Choso 𓂃

teaching him a lesson

(𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 . . .)

Sukuna 𓂃

dti with boyf!kuna

(𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 . . .)

Toji 𓂃

your streamer boyfriend shows you off

[gyarujo]

❛ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦! 呪術廻戦

synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her

pairing. nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! fluff. eventual angst. college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. takes place during junior year. brief mentions of ex bf! toji. loosely inspired by ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ and very romcom-esque with a lot of drama. reader is very flawed and lowkey insufferable + the bet is hella dumb ˖ ࣪ . ࿐

day zero ✶ day one ✶ day two ✶ day three ✶ day four ✶ day five day six ✶ day seven ✶ day eight ✶ day nine ✶ day ten ✶ weekend + more days to come

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