telling academic rival nerdjo that he's full of himself after he brags to you about his grades, and he responds with "so are you." you assumed he meant you were full of yourself, but you're now discovering what he really meant. you're full of him nowโwith his cock bullying into your poor, abused cunt from behind. he drags you up by the hair and whispers into your ear, "who's full of me now?"
sypnosis. choso has been crushing on you for the last five years. and after a little persuasion from his younger brother, itadori, he finally decides to confess. surely, nothing could go wrong, right?
tags. fluffy fluffy fluff. choso! x fem!reader, a hint of husband!choso and wife!reader in the end.
author's notes. REQUESTED BY @saelynne ! โ this should come out tomorrow !! โ my ass #lucyienneclownerism ANYWAY I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG T^T my ass has never written choso so i had to rewatch his scenes, and the time that this request went into my inbox, school was already keeping me up .. only edited this once .. my bad..
For five long years, Choso has been helplessly in love with you. And you donโt know about that, because Choso never said a word about it. In all honesty, Choso never planned on confessing his feelings for you. He was convinced that you didnโt return his feelings, hence why he had planned to keep it buried in the depths of his heart.
Well, not until he talked to his younger brother, Yuji.
โ You know, Choso-nii, youโll lose your chance if you refuse to utter a word to her. โ Yuji said while he was having dinner with his older brother. After Yuji uttered those words, it was as if the gears in Chosoโs head slowly turned, and realized something.
If he doesnโt utter a word now, other men will eventually shoot their shot. And what if you actually end up dating someone? The mere thought of you dating a man who isnโt him filled his chest with jealousy.
Which explains why Chosoโs determined to plan a perfect confession to you for the past few weeks. After all, he thinks you deserve nothing but the best. His gaze is glued to the monitor of his laptop, fingers hovering on the keyboard as he types something in the search engine.
โ How do I confess to my long-term crush? โ
โ What do I do if my crush decides to reject me after I confess to them? โ
โ Is it normal if I've been crushing on the same girl for five years? โ
A sigh escapes his lips. Itโs been 30 minutes of searching and searching for love advice on reddit, but even the internet canโt help him out. He wants something simple, but thoughtful.
And as if a light bulb flickered on top of his head, an idea popped up in his mind. A walk in the park should be simple, but romantic enough. Heโll save the grand gestures when itโs time to get down on one knee. And he hopes that he can do that to you in the future, because heโs been thinking about it for five long years.
Itโs just a confession, he reminds himself. It doesnโt have to be grand, youโre confessing your love to herโ not proposing.
โ
It was a quiet afternoon in your apartment. A song that you knew by heart was playing in the background while you were doing the dishes. You hum along to the song, your head bopping softly. Suddenly, your phone lights up, revealing a text from Choso.
โ Are you free this weekend? โ
A smile makes its way to your face, your fingers typing a reply before hitting the send button.
โ yep! :D โ
She agreed. A smile made its way to his face before quietly giggling like a teenager falling in love for the first time.
He canโt believe it.
This was the first time Choso was asking you out for a date, and you agreed. He was practically over the moon right now. Heโs celebrating mentally, getting distracted as he daydreams about you as his wife again.
He turns to his closet, and finds the best clothes to wear. He knows heโs being too excited, but he doesnโt wanna be late just because he was too indecisive to pick the clothes heโs gonna wear.
โ
When the weekend arrived, he made sure to arrive earlier than you. He didnโt want to make you wait. This is the first time heโs asking you to spend time with him alone, and he thinks that it would be rude to make a woman wait on the first date.
Finally, he sees you making your way towards him. The moment his gaze landed on you, his breath hitched. He can feel himself getting nervous, it was obvious from how his palms were so sweaty, and how his heart was skipping a beat just from seeing you make your way to him.
โ Hi, โ You flash him a soft smile, and he opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He stutters, looking away awkwardly. Heโs already beating himself up mentally because of how heโs stuttering so awkwardly around you.
โ I- uh, hi. โ His voice is shaky, and he canโt seem to stare at you for too long. His face is turning more red just by being close to you like this.
You only manage to let out a chuckle, and you think, Chosoโs unbelievably cute like this. Youโd be lying if you said that it doesnโt entertain you in the slightest bit.
โ Letโs go? Itโs a newly opened park, right? I havenโt seen it so iโm a bit excitedโฆ โ You laugh awkwardly, and Chosoโs face only gets redderโ if thatโs even possible when you hold his hand. Your fingers slowly interlock with each other, and the moment he feels the softness of your palmsโ he felt like his heart was melting.
He couldn't believe it, he felt like it was too good to be true. Heโs holding hands with you, his long-term crush. He used to daydream about holding your hand, but now that itโs happening as he walks at the park with you, itโs hard for him to comprehend that it's actually happening right now.
You spot an ice cream vendor, and you gently pat his arms as both walk towards the vendor. The vendor hands you the vanilla cone ice cream, and before you can pull out your wallet to pay for your ice cream, Choso is already handing the money to the vendor.
โ Everything is on me today, so donโt worry about paying. โ You couldโve turned down his request, you shouldโveโ but he was insisting on it.
Both of you continue to walk at the park, your hands still holding each other. He doesn't know what to do, but he's certain that he doesn't want to let go of your hands.
โ So, uhm, the real reason why I invited you here is because Iโฆ โ He trails off. His palms are getting sweaty due to nervousness, and the confession speech heโs rehearsed weeks before this moment is suddenly leaving his mind.
But before he can continue, he fails to see the rock resting just near his left foot, and trips. In front of you. But thatโs not the real problem.
All of his ice cream went to your precious dress, and it all happened with other people witnessing everything. They pretend not to see the scene and continued walking, while Choso wishes the very ground heโs standing on swallows him whole right now.
โ Shit, shit, Iโm so sorry, I never meant to do that- fuck- โ
Things weren't supposed to go this way. He was supposed to look cool while he's telling everything he kept inside for five years. He wasn't supposed to trip and spill all his ice cream on your dress.
You probably hate him now, you're probably not going to say yes on a second date, and he fumbled his only chance of him being your boyfriend.
Before Choso could drown into his self-destructive thoughts, you managed to catch his attention, his gaze finally focusing on you.
โ Choso, itโs fine. โ You say, truthfully. It wasn't like he could prevent the ice cream from getting all over your dress while he's tripping. And the ice cream blended with your dress, so it wasnโt that obvious.
โ Itโs not that obvious, so itโs fine, really. โ Your hands went to his shoulder, patting it gently to hopefully reassure him more. Still, despite your comforting words, he still thinks otherwise.
And as if things werenโt terrible enough, you felt small drops of rain. It made him scowlโ didn't the weather forecast say it was going to be sunny today?
Both of you hurry to a nearby gazebo, before the rain starts pouring heavier as seconds pass by. And in Choso's mind, the date he had planned for weeks was completely ruined. None of you had brought an umbrella, so you stayed in the gazebo for a while.
โ I guess the weather forecast lied to us today. โ You joked, to hopefully lighten up the mood. But his expression doesn't change, the frown staying in his face.
โ โฆIโm sorry for ruining todayโs date.โ He says quietly, the disappointment in his tone evident. He couldn't even look at you.
Upon hearing his words and his tone, your face started to frown. โ You didnโt ruin todayโs date, Cho.โ You turned to him, your hands almost reaching out to cup his cheeks, but you stopped yourself.
โ Thereโs just .. some things that we canโt control. Like, when you spilled all your ice cream on my dress as you tripped.. And the weather, too. โ
โ Itโs out of our control, so you donโt have to apologize about it. In fact, you should never apologize about it. โ You explained carefully, before you finally built the confidence to hold both his hands tightlyโ as if reminding him to go easy on himself.
โ actually.. โ He trailed off, unsure whether he should tell you, or not. But this was the purpose of this date, isnโt it? He was supposed to confess to you. He planned this for weeks, and letting his chance slip didnโt seem like a pretty option.
โ I wanted to use this opportunity to confess to you, but .. โ He trailed off, scratching his nape as he looked away. โ It was ruined. By my carelessness, and the weather. โ
Your eyes widened upon hearing his words, and for a moment, you were unsure of how to react with his words.
Choso was going to confess?
โ You โฆ wanted to confess? โ You said, a smile gradually making its way to your face. โ You like me, Choso? โ
He swallows thickly, his heart pounding loudly in his chest that he's afraid it's going to burst. โ โฆI do. A-actually, Iโve liked you โฆ for five years.
Your eyes widened after hearing his words. Five years? That was half a decade. The words made you stiff since it was a lot to take in, even your mind couldn't believe it at first.
โ You should've said a word, Cho. โ You chuckle softly. โ I โฆ I would've accepted your confession. โ
It was his turn to be shocked. And finally, he turns his head towards you. Despite studying you intently every time you were together in the same room, he failed to notice that? His neck faintly goes red, and he breaks eye contact once more.
โ I โฆ never knew. I always thought that there was no way you'd like me back. I always thought that I was being delusional whenever I would daydream about you telling me that you feel the same way.
Your lips curve into a soft smile. Feeling more bolder, your hand goes to cup his cheek. He doesn't lean away, and does the exact opposite, leaning into your touch.
โ So โฆ are we.. โ He hesitates, his thumb drawing circles against your skin. โ dating now.? โ He says carefully, testing the waters.
โ Yes, cho. Iโd be happy to be your girlfriend. โ You nod softly, before pulling him into an embrace.
This must be a dream, right.
But if it wasn't, then Choso could only hope that this lasts forever.
โ
โ So that's how you became girlfriend and boyfriend, mama.? โ Your five year old daughter says, tucked in bed while trying to fight her drowsiness.
โ Yes, that's how mama became papaโs lover. Now, you better sleep. It's getting late and you have school tomorrow. โ She nods at your words, before eventually drifting off to dreamland.
โ Why'd you gotta expose me to her, love? โ You hear your husband's voice from the doorway, which makes you turn your head towards him.
โ Be quiet, she's fast asleep. And I can't exactly lie to our daughter when she asks me things like that, love. โ You teased.
โ Whatever. It's worth it though. โ He approaches you carefully, before placing a soft peck on your temple.
im so so sorry i said i was back but apparently not ๐ญ life happened but i've had more time to write lately. kinda struggling to figure out what to write so im open to suggestions :D
๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ ~ You've been going out with your nerdy coworker for about a month now, but you notice something off about him โ his uncanny resemblance to Metropolis's hero, Superman.
๐๐ข๐ก๐ง๐๐ก๐ง ~ fluff , a bit of violence , sliiight angst , nerdjo , eventual smut , p in v , oral (f receiving) , idk what else to put but more will be added later
๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ก๐'๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ ~ this is just the preview (first 1k words or so) of the full fic! the actual one will have at LEAST 15k words but i wanted to share a little snippet so i could make a taglist.
"Excuse meโ Sorry!" Satoru stammers, bumping shoulders with several unhappy strangers. He tries to squeeze between the gaps in the crowd, avoiding eye and physical contact as he makes his way through. His signature brown leather messenger bag stays clutched to his chest the whole way through.
Glancing down at his watch, his panic spikes. 9 AM โ he's now a full hour late for work. And as if things couldn't get any worse, the traffic light turns green just before he can cross the street. His boss is going to kill him. Especially after he promised this wouldn't happen again. Satoru's clean, pristine dress shoe taps anxiously against the pavement, cerulean eyes darting between his wrist and the crosswalk signal.
After what seems like a lifetime, the little walking man lights up. Satoru rushes forward, stumbling a little before he settles back into his previous rushed pace. Just up ahead, the familiar golden globe shines atop The Daily Planet building.
He almost face-plants against the revolving doors. That happens every morningโhow does he keep forgetting those are there?
The Daily Planet's lobby buzzes with energy. Voices overlap, phones ring, the elevator chimes each time the doors open and close. Satoru manages to slip inside just before it shuts again, immediately gluing himself to the corner.
One hand raises to push his glasses up, his other tapping against the leather of his bag. His eyes attach to the illuminated numbers above the doors, counting each floor as the elevator ascends. Five. Six. Seven.
A soft chime sounds as he reaches the eleventh floor, doors sliding open to reveal the office he's spent hours in every day. Satoru straightens his tie for the nth time this morning, sucks in a deep breath, and steps out of the elevator.
Unfortunately, he doesn't manage to slip past his angry boss on the way to his desk. He becomes all too aware of the ominous presence behind him. Satoru's just so close, a mere few feet away, whenโ
"You're late, Gojo!"
He freezes, heart rate picking up at the sound of Yaga's commanding voice. With a grimace, Satoru turns slowly, already trying to devise a way to de-escalate the situation. "What's your excuse this time?" Yaga demands, his foot tapping in a way that screams impatience.
"I was, uhโฆ Chasing a lead," he says unconvincingly. Satoru winces at how weak his excuse is the second it leaves his mouth. Yaga raises an eyebrow at that. "At nine o'clock in the morning? Seriously?"
A flush creeps up Satoru's neck, going all the way to the tips of his ears. He nods, the movement small and unsure. "..Yes?"
His boss lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild irritation. "You're lucky I haven't fired you already. I swear, if you're late againโ"
"It won't happen again, sir, I promise."
A few heads have turned in their direction, curious and nosy as usual โย it's just how all journalists are. Satoru cowers under the unwanted attention, shoulders hunching to make himself look as small as possible. Although, that's nearly impossible, considering that he's six foot three.
As if being embarrassed in front of a few others wasn't bad enough, Satoru's eye catches yours from across the room. His breath hitches, heart stopping at the eye contact. You're looking at him with both amusement and sympathy.
After a few more flustered apologies to Yaga, Satoru's finally able to head to his desk. You glance up at him when he sets his bag down. "Chasing a lead?" you tease, making his cheeks flush again. The dumbest excuse I could've come up with, Satoru curses internally. He makes a mental note to never use that one again.
He adjusts his glasses with one finger, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. "It was dumb, I know," Satoru mumbles.
With a soft sigh, he plops himself down onto his chair, hands reaching out for his keyboard. He starts to work in silence, but his thoughts nag at him relentlessly. Satoru does whatever he can to shut them out, but his attempts end up futile.
His typing gets a lot messier as his hands start to shake. The more he thinks about the date he has tonight, the more nervous he becomes. He's starting to overthink now โย maybe you forgot, anyways. After all, why would someone as pretty as you truly want to go out with someone like him?
Once his nerves have gotten the better of him, he decides to ask, "We'reโฆ still on for tonight, right?" His eyes meet yours, voice softer. You take a moment to finish typing one last sentence, then you nod at him. "Of course. Eight o'clock sharp."
The nervous thoughts that previously flooded his mind drain almost instantly. His shoulders relax for the first time this morning. A small, shy smile makes its way to his lips, butterflies buzzing in his stomach at the sound of your soothing voice. It's embarrassing, really โย you're not even official yet, and he's already this whipped for you. It makes him feel almost foolish.
By the time lunch rolls around, Satoru's getting uncomfortably excited for his date with you. He leaves the office to grab a bite to eat alone โ once again having to navigate the bustling streets of Metropolis.
He towers over the other civilians, looking a bit out of place among them. The crowd moves a little faster than it did this morning, but still too slow for Satoru's liking. He's trying to get lunch as soon as possible, especially since his stomach is demanding to be fed and he has about twenty more minutes before he needs to be back at The Daily Planet.
After about ten minutes, Satoru retrieves his lunch. He takes a seat outside and unwraps his sandwich, just about to devour it when he hears a loud, booming crash.
ยฉsaelynne 2026 โ all rights reserved. do not edit, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ jerks off to his pretty classmate โก
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who admires you โย the pretty girl who sits across the lecture hall โย every day. some days he barely listens to the professor's endless droning, instead taking the time to stare in your direction.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who takes in all of your features. your delicate hands that fly over your keyboard as you take notes, the way your hair frames your face, the soft curve of your lips.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ whose thoughts eventually begin to wander intoโฆ inappropriate territory. his gaze starts to drift downward. he notices your neck, unmarked and smooth, the swell of your tits beneath your shirt, your thighs, usually covered by a pair of jeans or sweatpants.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who can barely study thanks to you. he tries everything โย studying at the library, standing while he works, listening to music โ but none of it works. thoughts of you run through his head, making his mind grow foggy with lust.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who forgets how to breathe when he has his very first interaction with you. you approach him at the beginning of class, asking him for his notes from yesterday's lecture because you were absent. "iโi can share the doc with you," he stammers, heart racing at the proximity.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who gets hard when you smile and thank him. he nods with stiff movements, watching you walk away, but the sway of your hips as you walk does nothing to soothe his aching dick.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who tries to study in his dorm that night, but can't seem to focus again. all he's thinking about is you, you, you. you and your pretty smile, gentle eyes, comforting voice.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who's starting to imagine what it would be like to have you. he thinks back to the raunchy hentai and porn he's jerked off to, how the girl usually ends up pinned beneath the guy, getting her brains fucked out by him. or in other videos, where the girl is the one making the guy whine and whimper for her.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who wouldn't mind being in either situation with you.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who ends up sprawled out beneath his covers, phone in hand with the other buried in his jeans. he's got some shitty porn pulled up, moans spilling from his phone speakers just loud enough for him to hear.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who rubs his thumb over his tip, eyes shut tight as he starts to imagine you touching him this way. he smears pre-cum over his flushed tip, stirring a whine from his throat, then a needy whisper of your name.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who eventually turns off his phone and tosses it on the floor. the actress's moans are superficial. in fact โย she sounds more like a dying cat than someone in pleasure.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who keeps teasing himself, his other hand tugging his jeans down to make things easier for himself. he finally starts to stroke himself โ slowly at first, lubricating his aching dick with his own slick pre.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who thinks of how good your pussy would feel, wrapped around him. you're probably so tight and warm, and you'd squeeze him so good. . .
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who whimpers at the thought, his hand squeezing tighter, moving faster. his chest heaves with each stroke, thoughts filled with the image of you above him, his cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ whose hand turns into a blur on his dick, slick sounds filling the room, accompanied by his soft gasps and whines. part of him is starting to feel ashamed for this โย for jerking off to his classmate โ but he can't help it. you're just so tempting.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ who feels his balls tense as he gets close. your imaginary moans flood his brain, making him move even faster, fisting his cock with erratic movements.
๐๐๐๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐ whose back arches off the bed, seconds away from cumming all over his sheets. he strokes onceโ twiceโย and he's finally spurting that sticky, pearly-white cum all over the blanket. his breathing is heavy as he lays there โย satisfied, but embarrassed and ashamed at himself for it.
~
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hiii i just wanted to ask what app you use to make your pngs?? sorry if you already mentioned it
no worries, i haven't been asked yet! but i use canva pro to make pngs, and i get the pictures from pinterest. there's also a bunch of blogs that post pngs like @/raine-stqrm, @/sunflowermangopngs, and @/clipitcutout!
๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ ~ You've been going out with your nerdy coworker for about a month now, but you notice something off about him โ his uncanny resemblance to Metropolis's hero, Superman.
๐๐ข๐ก๐ง๐๐ก๐ง ~ fluff , a bit of violence , sliiight angst , nerdjo , eventual smut , p in v , oral (f receiving) , idk what else to put but more will be added later
๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ก๐'๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ ~ this is just the preview (first 1k words or so) of the full fic! the actual one will have at LEAST 15k words but i wanted to share a little snippet so i could make a taglist.
"Excuse meโ Sorry!" Satoru stammers, bumping shoulders with several unhappy strangers. He tries to squeeze between the gaps in the crowd, avoiding eye and physical contact as he makes his way through. His signature brown leather messenger bag stays clutched to his chest the whole way through.
Glancing down at his watch, his panic spikes. 9 AM โ he's now a full hour late for work. And as if things couldn't get any worse, the traffic light turns green just before he can cross the street. His boss is going to kill him. Especially after he promised this wouldn't happen again. Satoru's clean, pristine dress shoe taps anxiously against the pavement, cerulean eyes darting between his wrist and the crosswalk signal.
After what seems like a lifetime, the little walking man lights up. Satoru rushes forward, stumbling a little before he settles back into his previous rushed pace. Just up ahead, the familiar golden globe shines atop The Daily Planet building.
He almost face-plants against the revolving doors. That happens every morningโhow does he keep forgetting those are there?
The Daily Planet's lobby buzzes with energy. Voices overlap, phones ring, the elevator chimes each time the doors open and close. Satoru manages to slip inside just before it shuts again, immediately gluing himself to the corner.
One hand raises to push his glasses up, his other tapping against the leather of his bag. His eyes attach to the illuminated numbers above the doors, counting each floor as the elevator ascends. Five. Six. Seven.
A soft chime sounds as he reaches the eleventh floor, doors sliding open to reveal the office he's spent hours in every day. Satoru straightens his tie for the nth time this morning, sucks in a deep breath, and steps out of the elevator.
Unfortunately, he doesn't manage to slip past his angry boss on the way to his desk. He becomes all too aware of the ominous presence behind him. Satoru's just so close, a mere few feet away, whenโ
"You're late, Gojo!"
He freezes, heart rate picking up at the sound of Yaga's commanding voice. With a grimace, Satoru turns slowly, already trying to devise a way to de-escalate the situation. "What's your excuse this time?" Yaga demands, his foot tapping in a way that screams impatience.
"I was, uhโฆ Chasing a lead," he says unconvincingly. Satoru winces at how weak his excuse is the second it leaves his mouth. Yaga raises an eyebrow at that. "At nine o'clock in the morning? Seriously?"
A flush creeps up Satoru's neck, going all the way to the tips of his ears. He nods, the movement small and unsure. "..Yes?"
His boss lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild irritation. "You're lucky I haven't fired you already. I swear, if you're late againโ"
"It won't happen again, sir, I promise."
A few heads have turned in their direction, curious and nosy as usual โย it's just how all journalists are. Satoru cowers under the unwanted attention, shoulders hunching to make himself look as small as possible. Although, that's nearly impossible, considering that he's six foot three.
As if being embarrassed in front of a few others wasn't bad enough, Satoru's eye catches yours from across the room. His breath hitches, heart stopping at the eye contact. You're looking at him with both amusement and sympathy.
After a few more flustered apologies to Yaga, Satoru's finally able to head to his desk. You glance up at him when he sets his bag down. "Chasing a lead?" you tease, making his cheeks flush again. The dumbest excuse I could've come up with, Satoru curses internally. He makes a mental note to never use that one again.
He adjusts his glasses with one finger, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. "It was dumb, I know," Satoru mumbles.
With a soft sigh, he plops himself down onto his chair, hands reaching out for his keyboard. He starts to work in silence, but his thoughts nag at him relentlessly. Satoru does whatever he can to shut them out, but his attempts end up futile.
His typing gets a lot messier as his hands start to shake. The more he thinks about the date he has tonight, the more nervous he becomes. He's starting to overthink now โย maybe you forgot, anyways. After all, why would someone as pretty as you truly want to go out with someone like him?
Once his nerves have gotten the better of him, he decides to ask, "We'reโฆ still on for tonight, right?" His eyes meet yours, voice softer. You take a moment to finish typing one last sentence, then you nod at him. "Of course. Eight o'clock sharp."
The nervous thoughts that previously flooded his mind drain almost instantly. His shoulders relax for the first time this morning. A small, shy smile makes its way to his lips, butterflies buzzing in his stomach at the sound of your soothing voice. It's embarrassing, really โย you're not even official yet, and he's already this whipped for you. It makes him feel almost foolish.
By the time lunch rolls around, Satoru's getting uncomfortably excited for his date with you. He leaves the office to grab a bite to eat alone โ once again having to navigate the bustling streets of Metropolis.
He towers over the other civilians, looking a bit out of place among them. The crowd moves a little faster than it did this morning, but still too slow for Satoru's liking. He's trying to get lunch as soon as possible, especially since his stomach is demanding to be fed and he has about twenty more minutes before he needs to be back at The Daily Planet.
After about ten minutes, Satoru retrieves his lunch. He takes a seat outside and unwraps his sandwich, just about to devour it when he hears a loud, booming crash.
ยฉsaelynne 2026 โ all rights reserved. do not edit, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ ~ You've been going out with your nerdy coworker for about a month now, but you notice something off about him โ his uncanny resemblance to Metropolis's hero, Superman.
๐๐ข๐ก๐ง๐๐ก๐ง ~ fluff , a bit of violence , sliiight angst , nerdjo , eventual smut , p in v , oral (f receiving) , idk what else to put but more will be added later
๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ก๐'๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ ~ this is just the preview (first 1k words or so) of the full fic! the actual one will have at LEAST 15k words but i wanted to share a little snippet so i could make a taglist.
"Excuse meโ Sorry!" Satoru stammers, bumping shoulders with several unhappy strangers. He tries to squeeze between the gaps in the crowd, avoiding eye and physical contact as he makes his way through. His signature brown leather messenger bag stays clutched to his chest the whole way through.
Glancing down at his watch, his panic spikes. 9 AM โ he's now a full hour late for work. And as if things couldn't get any worse, the traffic light turns green just before he can cross the street. His boss is going to kill him. Especially after he promised this wouldn't happen again. Satoru's clean, pristine dress shoe taps anxiously against the pavement, cerulean eyes darting between his wrist and the crosswalk signal.
After what seems like a lifetime, the little walking man lights up. Satoru rushes forward, stumbling a little before he settles back into his previous rushed pace. Just up ahead, the familiar golden globe shines atop The Daily Planet building.
He almost face-plants against the revolving doors. That happens every morningโhow does he keep forgetting those are there?
The Daily Planet's lobby buzzes with energy. Voices overlap, phones ring, the elevator chimes each time the doors open and close. Satoru manages to slip inside just before it shuts again, immediately gluing himself to the corner.
One hand raises to push his glasses up, his other tapping against the leather of his bag. His eyes attach to the illuminated numbers above the doors, counting each floor as the elevator ascends. Five. Six. Seven.
A soft chime sounds as he reaches the eleventh floor, doors sliding open to reveal the office he's spent hours in every day. Satoru straightens his tie for the nth time this morning, sucks in a deep breath, and steps out of the elevator.
Unfortunately, he doesn't manage to slip past his angry boss on the way to his desk. He becomes all too aware of the ominous presence behind him. Satoru's just so close, a mere few feet away, whenโ
"You're late, Gojo!"
He freezes, heart rate picking up at the sound of Yaga's commanding voice. With a grimace, Satoru turns slowly, already trying to devise a way to de-escalate the situation. "What's your excuse this time?" Yaga demands, his foot tapping in a way that screams impatience.
"I was, uhโฆ Chasing a lead," he says unconvincingly. Satoru winces at how weak his excuse is the second it leaves his mouth. Yaga raises an eyebrow at that. "At nine o'clock in the morning? Seriously?"
A flush creeps up Satoru's neck, going all the way to the tips of his ears. He nods, the movement small and unsure. "..Yes?"
His boss lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild irritation. "You're lucky I haven't fired you already. I swear, if you're late againโ"
"It won't happen again, sir, I promise."
A few heads have turned in their direction, curious and nosy as usual โย it's just how all journalists are. Satoru cowers under the unwanted attention, shoulders hunching to make himself look as small as possible. Although, that's nearly impossible, considering that he's six foot three.
As if being embarrassed in front of a few others wasn't bad enough, Satoru's eye catches yours from across the room. His breath hitches, heart stopping at the eye contact. You're looking at him with both amusement and sympathy.
After a few more flustered apologies to Yaga, Satoru's finally able to head to his desk. You glance up at him when he sets his bag down. "Chasing a lead?" you tease, making his cheeks flush again. The dumbest excuse I could've come up with, Satoru curses internally. He makes a mental note to never use that one again.
He adjusts his glasses with one finger, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. "It was dumb, I know," Satoru mumbles.
With a soft sigh, he plops himself down onto his chair, hands reaching out for his keyboard. He starts to work in silence, but his thoughts nag at him relentlessly. Satoru does whatever he can to shut them out, but his attempts end up futile.
His typing gets a lot messier as his hands start to shake. The more he thinks about the date he has tonight, the more nervous he becomes. He's starting to overthink now โย maybe you forgot, anyways. After all, why would someone as pretty as you truly want to go out with someone like him?
Once his nerves have gotten the better of him, he decides to ask, "We'reโฆ still on for tonight, right?" His eyes meet yours, voice softer. You take a moment to finish typing one last sentence, then you nod at him. "Of course. Eight o'clock sharp."
The nervous thoughts that previously flooded his mind drain almost instantly. His shoulders relax for the first time this morning. A small, shy smile makes its way to his lips, butterflies buzzing in his stomach at the sound of your soothing voice. It's embarrassing, really โย you're not even official yet, and he's already this whipped for you. It makes him feel almost foolish.
By the time lunch rolls around, Satoru's getting uncomfortably excited for his date with you. He leaves the office to grab a bite to eat alone โ once again having to navigate the bustling streets of Metropolis.
He towers over the other civilians, looking a bit out of place among them. The crowd moves a little faster than it did this morning, but still too slow for Satoru's liking. He's trying to get lunch as soon as possible, especially since his stomach is demanding to be fed and he has about twenty more minutes before he needs to be back at The Daily Planet.
After about ten minutes, Satoru retrieves his lunch. He takes a seat outside and unwraps his sandwich, just about to devour it when he hears a loud, booming crash.
ยฉsaelynne 2026 โ all rights reserved. do not edit, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ ~ You've been going out with your nerdy coworker for about a month now, but you notice something off about him โ his uncanny resemblance to Metropolis's hero, Superman.
๐๐ข๐ก๐ง๐๐ก๐ง ~ fluff , a bit of violence , sliiight angst , nerdjo , eventual smut , p in v , oral (f receiving) , idk what else to put but more will be added later
๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ก๐'๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ ~ this is just the preview (first 1k words or so) of the full fic! the actual one will have at LEAST 15k words but i wanted to share a little snippet so i could make a taglist.
"Excuse meโ Sorry!" Satoru stammers, bumping shoulders with several unhappy strangers. He tries to squeeze between the gaps in the crowd, avoiding eye and physical contact as he makes his way through. His signature brown leather messenger bag stays clutched to his chest the whole way through.
Glancing down at his watch, his panic spikes. 9 AM โ he's now a full hour late for work. And as if things couldn't get any worse, the traffic light turns green just before he can cross the street. His boss is going to kill him. Especially after he promised this wouldn't happen again. Satoru's clean, pristine dress shoe taps anxiously against the pavement, cerulean eyes darting between his wrist and the crosswalk signal.
After what seems like a lifetime, the little walking man lights up. Satoru rushes forward, stumbling a little before he settles back into his previous rushed pace. Just up ahead, the familiar golden globe shines atop The Daily Planet building.
He almost face-plants against the revolving doors. That happens every morningโhow does he keep forgetting those are there?
The Daily Planet's lobby buzzes with energy. Voices overlap, phones ring, the elevator chimes each time the doors open and close. Satoru manages to slip inside just before it shuts again, immediately gluing himself to the corner.
One hand raises to push his glasses up, his other tapping against the leather of his bag. His eyes attach to the illuminated numbers above the doors, counting each floor as the elevator ascends. Five. Six. Seven.
A soft chime sounds as he reaches the eleventh floor, doors sliding open to reveal the office he's spent hours in every day. Satoru straightens his tie for the nth time this morning, sucks in a deep breath, and steps out of the elevator.
Unfortunately, he doesn't manage to slip past his angry boss on the way to his desk. He becomes all too aware of the ominous presence behind him. Satoru's just so close, a mere few feet away, whenโ
"You're late, Gojo!"
He freezes, heart rate picking up at the sound of Yaga's commanding voice. With a grimace, Satoru turns slowly, already trying to devise a way to de-escalate the situation. "What's your excuse this time?" Yaga demands, his foot tapping in a way that screams impatience.
"I was, uhโฆ Chasing a lead," he says unconvincingly. Satoru winces at how weak his excuse is the second it leaves his mouth. Yaga raises an eyebrow at that. "At nine o'clock in the morning? Seriously?"
A flush creeps up Satoru's neck, going all the way to the tips of his ears. He nods, the movement small and unsure. "..Yes?"
His boss lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild irritation. "You're lucky I haven't fired you already. I swear, if you're late againโ"
"It won't happen again, sir, I promise."
A few heads have turned in their direction, curious and nosy as usual โย it's just how all journalists are. Satoru cowers under the unwanted attention, shoulders hunching to make himself look as small as possible. Although, that's nearly impossible, considering that he's six foot three.
As if being embarrassed in front of a few others wasn't bad enough, Satoru's eye catches yours from across the room. His breath hitches, heart stopping at the eye contact. You're looking at him with both amusement and sympathy.
After a few more flustered apologies to Yaga, Satoru's finally able to head to his desk. You glance up at him when he sets his bag down. "Chasing a lead?" you tease, making his cheeks flush again. The dumbest excuse I could've come up with, Satoru curses internally. He makes a mental note to never use that one again.
He adjusts his glasses with one finger, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. "It was dumb, I know," Satoru mumbles.
With a soft sigh, he plops himself down onto his chair, hands reaching out for his keyboard. He starts to work in silence, but his thoughts nag at him relentlessly. Satoru does whatever he can to shut them out, but his attempts end up futile.
His typing gets a lot messier as his hands start to shake. The more he thinks about the date he has tonight, the more nervous he becomes. He's starting to overthink now โย maybe you forgot, anyways. After all, why would someone as pretty as you truly want to go out with someone like him?
Once his nerves have gotten the better of him, he decides to ask, "We'reโฆ still on for tonight, right?" His eyes meet yours, voice softer. You take a moment to finish typing one last sentence, then you nod at him. "Of course. Eight o'clock sharp."
The nervous thoughts that previously flooded his mind drain almost instantly. His shoulders relax for the first time this morning. A small, shy smile makes its way to his lips, butterflies buzzing in his stomach at the sound of your soothing voice. It's embarrassing, really โย you're not even official yet, and he's already this whipped for you. It makes him feel almost foolish.
By the time lunch rolls around, Satoru's getting uncomfortably excited for his date with you. He leaves the office to grab a bite to eat alone โ once again having to navigate the bustling streets of Metropolis.
He towers over the other civilians, looking a bit out of place among them. The crowd moves a little faster than it did this morning, but still too slow for Satoru's liking. He's trying to get lunch as soon as possible, especially since his stomach is demanding to be fed and he has about twenty more minutes before he needs to be back at The Daily Planet.
After about ten minutes, Satoru retrieves his lunch. He takes a seat outside and unwraps his sandwich, just about to devour it when he hears a loud, booming crash.
ยฉsaelynne 2026 โ all rights reserved. do not edit, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
