#kirara hoshi x reader

[dadsbongos]

a nymphoid and the enabler

938 words / warnings - pinv unprotected sex, public sex, i assumed kirara was blonde before dying her hair, reader has a vagina but is otherwise non-descript

summary - you and your gf Kirara and public menaces

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Kirara can’t take you anywhere.

Not on the train.

Her hands are firm on your hips, simultaneously crooking you back into her and trying to stabilize you in the rocking train cabin. Kirara’s flushed ruby face is burrowed into your hair, she prays onlookers assume you’re simply young, shy lovers new to PDA rather than an exhibitionist grinding against their girlfriend’s cock through her skirt.

And all because you batted your lashes and asked super sugar sweetly.

Not to visit friends.

Hikari was polite enough to let you and your girlfriend take his bed while he made a pad on the floor. Kirara’s almost ashamed to now be humping you in that bed while he snores away. But you kept groping and pleading and whining. You’d shucked off Kirara’s pajama pants and spread your legs to beg, “please, please, even just the tip, please!”.

Kirara was basically helpless to your soft, desperate voice.

So she conceded, nudging into your warm cunt and gasping into your neck -- just the tip burning way to three inches melting into four until finally, your hole had sucked in her entire cock.

Not shopping.

Your knees are cramped over Kirara’s shoulders with her leaning over you, heat and quiet huffs filling, floating into every corner of your changing room. A thin piece of plywood on squeaky, rusted hinges separates you from the surrounding stalls. Two women linger in the hall just outside your door, and if Kirara wasn’t stitching her teeth into the tender meat of your neck they might be enough to distract you from your high.

“Minx,” she curses under her breath, voice wispy, hot, and weak in your ear, “Minx, minx, minx…!”

Giggling into the flaring warmth of Kirara’s cheek, you whimper back, “You knew, ‘rara.”

Because, of course, Kirara should’ve known better than to believe you dragged her into a lingerie store stall only to try on sets.

And certainly not out to eat.

“God, God, God!” you’re just so loud, moans barely muffled by the meat of Kirara’s palm as you ride her cock.

“Shh!” Kirara hisses out, all venom lost as soon as it bubbles up when she tosses her head back. Spindles of black hair fluttering around her shoulders and bleached bangs curling into her lashes. Her rosy, swollen bottom lip is snatched between her teeth, “Gotta- hng- !” but she can’t stop whining either, “Gotta- gotta be quiet!”

Stubbornly, you shake your head, drool leaking into your girlfriend's hand. Your bouncing fills the entire tiled bathroom -- the sound of clapping thighs and pitchy moans and the rocking hinges of the closed toilet lid under Kirara’s ass. All masking the lewd, wet swirling of her inside your cunt.

Kirara plants her platform boots firmly against the floor, thrusting up into you to hammer harder against the sweet spot you were thrumming onto her cock. Because as much as she can huff and play the coy part of your little toy, Kirara revels in your debauched behavior as much as you do. She may not feel the scorch of arousal as often, nor as debilitating as you apparently do, but she does love feeling wanted.

And you want her like you need her. Like you'll die if she strays too far.

Your sweat and cum from previous rounds has already wet the lavender material of Kirara’s bell bottoms halfway down her thighs; and she has a sneaking feeling you won’t let up until the pants are totally soaked.

Kirara’s hands are tight around your love handles, dark marks sure to welt in the wake of her tugging your hips down into hers. The coil squeezing and squeezing in her gut becoming unbearable to put off.

She snaps into you hard, lifting entirely off the porcelain lid and biting back whimpers to take in the sound of your squeals and moans.

“Please, please, please, please…!” Kirara isn’t sure if she's praying for you to take her cum, or for none of the restaurant staff to come banging on the door.

“‘Rara!” you slur into the air, eyes fluttering up to stare at the ceiling. Your lashes wetly beat against your cheeks when Kirara squishes your pelvis against hers. You sigh at the feeling of her cock filling you, spurts of her cum shooting soon after.

Before the building sensation of (hopefully, Kirara thinks) your final orgasm can fade, she forcefully swishes your hips to grind against her. Your clit catches against her flaxen pubes.

“C’mon, you can give it to me,” Kirara hums, pressing her lips to yours to swallow down your rising mewls, “There you go,” she coos when you shudder and jerk in her arms, “Good baby. Good bunny, cummin’ for me. You love me so much, baby,” she places proper kisses to your lips once you’ve started coming down, “I love you, too. I love you so much, too.”

Her arms wind tight around you, hands massaging at the fat of your ass and hips.

Deep gasps fill the locked bathroom.

Until your cunt squeezes around Kirara’s softened cock, and you push your hips down onto hers.

“Still need me, baby?” she kisses your sweaty cheek, grinning when you nod dumbly, “Let’s at least move to the car, huh?”

You pout, but comply, speedily pulling your cotton panties snug over your cunt to keep Kirara’s cum from spilling out. She assists, supporting the weight your numb legs refuse to.

Because your need for Kirara is insatiable, but Kirara’s need for your attention is just as bad.

And this date night probably won’t be over until she’s nailed you over every available expanse, at your mere whim.

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how is there only 1 ao3 fic for her i'm losing my mind

[lady-eris]

Imagine This.

It’s late in the night, you’re at the club the music is blaring, and the lights are flashing. You’re at a club/karaoke, and are dancing having fun.

Near the seats, Two people especially are watching as there sat down. Hakari watching interest clearly seen, Perhaps he should make a bet of some kind on you. Kirara next to him, their arm wrapped around Hakari. They can’t help but, want to put some eyeliner on you, for some reason. Though it’s clear that both want you to join them.

[thezeninclan]

kissing kirara hoshi | part of my kisses series

it was cute, the way her eyes were all wide and blown out, cheeks dusted with a blush that went all the way to the tips of her ears.

she’d been stiff for a moment, just a moment, as you laid your lips over hers, and you had feared you’d made the wrong move, that you’d misread her signals and that you were actually just friends all along and oh god why did I have to ruin this? but then she had relaxed into it, allowing her hands to rest delicately on your shoulders, her body turning completely towards you on the couch so that she could devote every ounce of her attention towards you. it was a soft kiss, neither forceful nor lustful, instead it was the kind of kiss that was given a hundred times between lovers, a kiss of comfort, of dedication, of all consuming care and devotion, like you two had been together for ages, like it wasnt the first kiss you had ever shared.

and when you pulled away, out of breath and red faced, she followed you for a moment, dazed, her eyes blinking open to stare at you deeply, as though trying to memorize the expression on your face.

“I’ve never done that before.” she whispered, vulnerable, seeming smaller than the kirara you knew.

“me neither.” you said.

a beat passed before you both spoke in unison, fingers twisted together, bodies already leaning back towards each other. “I’m glad it was you.” you both said, and grinned at each other, before moving forward for the first of many many more kisses

[ourobrz]

WHERE ARE MY KIRARA HOSHI X READER FICSSSS JRISJSBSNDJDJS RAAAHAHHH going insane, on my knees screaming throwing up PLSOLSPLSPSLPLS WRITERS MAKE MORE FICS OF HER

ofc i would write my own x readers of her BUT STILLL

[svgvru]

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄. You've often thought that Aphrodite had blessed her and turned her into the beautiful girl she is right now. And you're quite sure that if you had an altar, this would be the perfect offering of thanks to her.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," you coo. Kiara's voice is coming out in gasps, the woman writhing on your bed. Her plush thighs are wrapped around your arms, trembling like a leaf. A loud whimper leaves her glossed lips, "Shh, baby. Let me take care of you." Your words were soothing, although it didn't help with the immense amount of pleasure she felt. It was almost too much. Her pretty lashes are fluttering, mouth ajar, and tongue lolled as you work her open.

Two fingers are shoved inside of her ass, fingering and stretching her out, barely grazing her prostate.

The other hand is "soothingly" rubbing her hard cock, fingers managing the head.

Your lips curled in a smile as the amount of pre-cum leaking from your precious girl. "You ready, baby?" she hears you coo. You have to admit, you feel guilty, deriving her from orgasms...however, this sight was worth it. "Cum." Your fingers curl inside of her, nailing her prostate, your fingers squeezing the head of her cock in small increments. Her back arches, body trembling like an earthquake as she cums for the first time that night. Cum spurts on your hand and her chest, your girlfriend looking like an angel.

"Good girl," you coo. "Want more?" She nods furiously, whimpering like a dog. When she hears shuffling, she whines, knowing what's coming for her next. And by the look on your face your planning to be even more cruel.

You will make her forget about that ass Hakari.

SUBSCRIBERS: @sensivs — we'd been yappin about lack of kirara fics sooo here's a one-shot b4 i actually make a fic. also, admin note, i didn't put kirara on the taglist. therefore, if you've alr filled it out, just send me a message or smth if u wanna be tagged for kirara (and hakari) stuff.

[illubean]

i love kirara there needs to be more fics of them someone pls before i take things into my own hands

[jackiepackiee]

Can we pls have jjk smau (esp Toge) where reader doesn’t respond to their messages as fast as usual so they get worried

(Ps I love everything u write)

𝒥𝒥𝒦 𝒮𝑀𝒜𝒰

𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈

𝒲/ 𝐼𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝒯𝑜𝑔𝑒, 𝒴𝓊𝓉𝒶 𝒪𝓀𝓀𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈… 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒿𝒾 𝐻𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒦𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒲/ 𝒴𝓊𝒿𝒾, 𝑀𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓂𝒾, 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝒾, & 𝒩𝑜𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒶

[specshroom]

★~Kirara and Hakari flirting with you~★

(No actual smut but it's steamy so Read More just cus)

It starts with Kirara flirting with you to make Hakari jealous. Not anything serious, she just wanted to see what would happen.

She does this by paying more attention to you, touching you more, complementing you more and just being more flirtatious in general. Hakari knows what she's doing obviously, he does find it amusing that you don't seem to know what's going on.

So one day you're training your technique in the fight club training room and they're just watching from the side on a battered couch. Hakari pulls her onto his lap.

"You don't think I know what you're doing?" He says down at her, lazily stroking his hand up her thigh.

She pouts at him, "I don't know what you're talking about, Kin."

He scoffs and looks over at where you're trying to perfect a specific stance for your technique.

"Didn't even work, That dumbass can't take a hint." He mumbles resting his head back, still watching you.

"Well maybe I should try harder."

Kirara says, staring at the same place her boyfriend is.

"Good luck with that, Babe" he chuckles out patting her thigh.

She huffs at the condescending tone and brings all her attention back to him. "Cmon~ you never thought about it Kin?"

"bout what?" He knows what she's talking about and yes, he definitely has but he wants her to say it.

"bout the three of us..." she trails her slender fingers up his chest, looking up at him with lidded eyes, "Together."

Her fingers trails up his neck as she leaves light kisses there and he slides his hand up under the hem of her shorts to squeeze her ass. He leans back and hums for her to continue. She leans closer to his ear, "You could fuck them while they fuck me, or we could both suck you off." Her hand goes to palm the growing bulge in his pants as he smirks and closes his eyes, imagining the pretty picture she's painting for him. "Or we could fuck and have them watch, or you could both double team me, or we could-"

"OH MY GOD! COULD YOU GUYS NOT FUCK IN FRONT OF ME FOR EVEN A SECOND??!"

They both pause and turn their heads to look at you with wide eyes. You stand there, hands on your hips in your compression shirt and sweatpants. You've been trying to concentrate on your training while the lovers mumble and whisper to each other about whatever.

You've gotten used to feeling like a third wheel being around them so often, living with them, working with them. That doesn't mean it didn't bother you when you look over at them and they're half way to fucking right there!

After a second of silence they both let out light laughs. Both amused at your bothered state and the fact that they'd gotten so distracted with their shared daydream.

"Sorry, Y/n!" Kirara yells back, trying to look apologetic. Hakari grins at you and stands up, hauling Kirara in his arms as he walks out of the training room, a clear destination in mind. Kirara giggles as Hakari kisses her neck, her eyes still on you, waving goodbye as the door closes behind them.

You huff in disbelief, looking around the now empty room, definitely not imagining what your two friends are doing together in their room. You go back to training, trying to ignore the heat building in your lower regions.

After this, the couple gets a lot more touchy in front of you, even more than they already were. They also get more touchy with you. Hakari touches your waist and lower back when he's walking past you, he presses you up against the kitchen counter pretending he's trying to reach something above you. Kirara snuggles up to you on the couch and even gives you "friendly" cheek kisses. They also get much louder when they fuck, their moans and bed squeaking being very audible from your room right next door. Unknown to you, they can also hear the frustrated hushed groans coming from your side of the wall right after they fuck.

Safe to say you're pretty sexually frustrated as you sit on the couch trying to watch TV. The two menaces smirk at each other in the hallway, Hakari pats Kirara on her ass, encouraging her to prance into the living room and plop herself right next to you.

"Hey Y/n, You doing alright?"

She feigns concern, pressing up to your side, arms hugging one of yours.

"I'm fine, why?" You answer, confusion present in the tone.

"Well you just seem kinda...moody." She says leaning her cheek on your shoulder.

"Moody?" You arch a brow at her.

"Yeah, just- I dunno. You seem bothered, pent-up....tense." she starts massaging your arm before she places a hand on your thigh.

"Is there anything I can do?"

She says leaning closer to say it into your ear. That's when you realise what's actually happening.

"Uh No Kira it's alright. I'm f-" As you try to get up she pulls you down again and straddles you. Your wide eyes look into her pretty droopy ones, your hands hover in the air on either side of her waist, not sure what to do.

She runs her hands up your chest and shoulders, lowering herself until she rests her groin on yours. You sigh at the feeling and the way she's looking at you until you snap yourself out of it.

"What about Hakari?" Genuine concern very present in your hushed voice. As annoying as the couple was you didn't want to be the reason a perfectly good relationship ends.

"What about me?" A low voice hums right next to your ear, you were so caught up you didn't even notice Hakari leaning over the back of the couch. You suck in a breath, Is he mad at me? Is he mad at Kirara? Am I a homewrecker? You're so caught up in your panic that it takes you a minute to register Hakari's tone. Not one of anger but instead very amused.

Kirara giggles at your reaction and takes your hands in hers to place them on her bare waist. "Poor Y/n, so frustrated, huh Kin?" She says while softly kissing up your neck along your jaw, her cold piercings making you shiver. She slowly starts to grind down on your crotch. Hakari hums in agreement and gently places a hand around your neck to keep you from squirming away while he slowly kisses and licks down the other side of your neck to your shoulder.

"We can help with that." He says against the skin where your shoulder and neck meet before biting down.

You're soooo fucked.

[satkru]

Asshole

Hakari x male reader x kirara

A/n: GRRRRR MY LIGHTSKIN DADDY HAKARI DOESNT GET ENOUGH ATTENTIONNNNN ALONG WITH MY SUGAR PLUM PIE KIARAAAAA, also I discussed what type of fuckers Hakari and kirara r with @ — mmonikurr and we both agreed that Hakari is the more rougher one during sex while Kirara is like super sweet

Cw: rough sex , Hakari being a complete asshole towards the reader during sex , edging , degradation , Hakari not knowing wtf is aftercare , cruel hakari , spitroast , sweet kiara , transfem Kirara , praise , positive affirmations from Kirara , I love Kirara

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, his head hanging off the couch and his legs propped up on the back cushion. Kirara sat right beside him while scrolling through her phone, giggling from time to time.

Y/n blew raspberries for a second before opening his mouth, “ugh, is Hakari ever gonna come back?” Kirara looked up(down??) from her phone to look at her boyfriend, and then to the door.

“Hm, i thought he said he’d be back in a few seconds..” Kirara pouted slightly before scrolling back on her phone. Just at that moment, the door slammed open and in walked in a scary looking hakari, spooking the two on the couch.

Y/n quickly sat up correctly and gulped slightly, sweat dripped down from his temple as he saw Hakari turn his attention to him.

He was pissed. It was evident all over his face, and the rage was all due because of y/n interfering with a plan of Hakari’s. So y/n accepted his fate and let his and his boyfriend’s lips clash into one another.

The kiss was extremely lustful, both hakari’s and y/n’s tongues battled against each other, drool slipped through the cracks of their lips. But at the end, Hakari had beaten y/n in dominance.

Hakari pulled away, his eyes were filled with both rage and sexual desire. “Lay down.” Hakari ordered, y/n quickly obeyed and laid his head on kiara’s lap.

Kirara smiled softly as she twirled y/n’s hair on her pointer finger, y/n shifted uneasily on her thighs, trying to find a suitable spot so his back wouldn’t end up hurting the next morning from this plowing he was going to experience.

Hakari wasted no time in unclothing the bottom half of y/n and himself. Y/n shivered slightly due to the freezing cold AC brushing along his dick.

“You’re such a cutie y/n” y/n blushed and thanked Kirara for such a compliment. “Jeez stop with all your lovey-dovey shit, I’m right here yknow?” Hakari said in an aggravated tone.

“Ah.. sorry kinji..” hakari just rolled his eyes and flipped y/n on his stomach, “Kirara, take off your pants would you?”

‘What a change in tone’ y/n thought to himself, hearing his boyfriend talk to his girl in a totally different tone than what he was using earlier made him feel like Hakari was just being petty.

Kirara complied with Hakari’s command and took off her jeans along with the thong she was wearing. Her cock sprung out and swung itself on top of y/n’s face. Its pretty pink tip slightly shiny due to her precum rubbing itself onto it.

Hakari grabbed a good portion of y/n’s hair on the back of his head , “how about you suck on kiara’s dick while I fuck you, ay?” fear struck into y/n and just as he was about to protest Hakari had already forced y/n’s face towards kirara’s dick, causing both y/n’s mouth and kirara’s entire cock to connect.

Hoshi jolted, not expecting such a warm and slutty mouth to wrap itself around her entire cock that quick. She slapped a hand over her mouth and threw her head back. Moaning into the palm of their hand.

Hakari chuckled at kirara’s reaction to y/n’s moist mouth engulfing her cock in one sitting, keeping his grip on the back of y/n’s head, Hakari began bobbing y/n’s head for him, making the poor man choke.

“A-AH! H-Hakari don’t be so rough on him..! I don’t want him dying while sucking my dick..” Kirara said through gasps, trying to hold in her pleasurable noises. Hakari chuckled some more before finally letting go of y/n’s hair. Letting the man finally come up from kiara’s cock and letting him breathe.

But his freedom didn’t last long, as his hair was quickly grabbed again and pulled back harshly. Hakari then slipped his dick inside y/n’s hole, making y/n moan out loudly.

“FUCK! Have you’ve gotten tighter or something y/n?” Hakari questioned with a smirk on his face, knowing that y/n was now fixated on his fat cock deep in his ass. Hakari leaned in towards y/n’s ear.

“Yknow, im starting to feel hot” hakari whispered into the boy’s ear under him. “W-wha-?!” And again, y/n’s sentence was cut off quickly by a harsh thrust by kinji. Y/n’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his jaw was left ajar.

“One thrust and you already look dumbfucked, how slutty can you really get?” Hakari said between harsh thrusts, “kinjiii.. don’t be so mean to y/n, yknow he cant take in your big cock inside him” kirara pouted and crossed her arms.

“Fuck.. you know I can’t hold back when I’m fucking this slut of a boyfriend I have” Hakari said through heavy huffs. Kirara hummed, “I wouldn’t either to be honest, he looks so adorable with his eyes rolled back like that” kirara cooed.

Hakari let out breathy curses as he continued with his harsh pace, hips slamming into y/n’s ass like this was the last time they would fuck. Kirara couldn’t hold back and anymore and started jerking off to the scene unfolding in front of her. Small moans slipping out from her mouth time to time.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna last any longer..” kinji said breathlessly. “M-Me either.. Ngh!” Kirara whispered, trying to keep her moans in control.

“How ‘bout you slut? Are you close to finishing?” All y/n could muster at that moment were some loud moans and whimpers. “Sounds to me like you are. Don’t worry, I’m right behind you” Hakari’s thrusts sped up, along with kirara’s strokes.

“HNNGG!! C-CUMMING!! IM CUMMING KINJJIIIII!!” Y/n said in a broken voice, tears filled his eyes and spilled out in huge amounts as he came hot ropes of cum.

Hakari wasn’t lying when he said he was right behind y/n, just after y/n finished cumming Hakari managed to spill his load deep within his boyfriend’s guts.

And after kinji, kirara came as well, her own hot ropes of cum spilled out from the tip of her cock and landing on y/n’s abdomen.

Hakari let go of y/n’s hair, letting him fall onto kirara’s lap once again. “‘Karriii!! You can’t just drop him like he’s some doll!” Kirara scolded kinji for his recklessness.

“Jeez sorry.. also could you get him.. I don’t know..? Some water or something?” Hakari questioned his wording of his sentence, he never picked up a book or an article of aftercare that’s for sure.

Hoshi scoffed while rolling her eyes, “sure, go change Hakari I’m pretty sure we’ll get some company soon..” kinji let out one of his signature chuckles.

“Doubt that, but alright”

[silentscrying]

🎸 out of my mind ! 💿 track five: the battle of the bands

guitarist!ino x drummer!reader

summary: it's the annual battle of the bands at the fix, your college campus's iconic live music bar, and this year you're taking the stage as the drummer for indie rock group cursed technique. you know the competition is strong, but no part of you is ready for lead singer and guitarist takuma ino. you lock eyes at the edge of the stage, and something starts—something that might make you feel alive even more than the beat of the drums.

warnings: language, alcohol, DOGGOS, yuji literally is just a ray of sunshine 24/7, mentions of drunk driving, so much fluff, ridiculous amount of kissing tbh, short time skip at the end, FINAL CHAPTER! || sfw. 8.8k words.

FOR THE FIRST time in a long stretch of busy days, you wake up not to the chirp of your alarm but to soft rays of Saturday morning sunlight seeping through the cracks in the blinds, painting your eyelids orange-gold. You crack an eye open and find Takuma stirring beside you. Right.

“Morning,” you whisper. For a moment, when Takuma opens his eyes, he looks surprised, and then he seems to remember why and how you got here and his expression melts into a soft smile.

“Morning, Skip.” He yawns. “Time’s it?”

You shrug. You’re pretty sure your phone is dead.

“Eh, it’s Saturday,” he mumbles. “S’fine.” You chuckle, daring to reach out and ruffle his hair. You don’t know what this is, the unspoken thing in the thin slice of air between you. You know what you want it to be, though.

For a while you both lie in comfortable silence, letting the sounds of the awakening house float up the stairs toward you. Murmuring, clattering around in the kitchen, the front door opening and closing, cars outside.

“Hey,” you say eventually, making eye contact. His eyes are a very deep shade of brown, dark but warm in a way that reminds you of old bookshelves or tree bark after the rain.

“Hey back.”

He’s relaxed, every part of him unhurried, and you take the image of it and stamp it into your mind over the memory of the night prior. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Takuma smiles. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Maybe it should be more awkward, the fact that you’re here in his bed in his clothes and you haven’t named whatever it is that stretches out in the silence. But it’s not. It’s just… easy.

“Skipper?”

“Hm?”

“I really, really like you,” Takuma whispers. The words wrap themselves around you, warm when you didn’t know you were cold.

“Yeah?” You bring a hand up to his face, trace the line of his jaw. His cheeks are a little colored in the mix of light slipping through the window and the cracked door. “I really, really like you too, Takuma.”

He cups your face in both hands, pulls your lips to his, and your whole body responds, pressing up against him in the too-small twin bed. Your hand goes to hold the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, and this is what people write love songs about, you fucking get it now, all the metaphors and cliché words you thought were exaggerations but no, they’re not, because you’re feeling all of them all at once and you don’t ever want to leave this moment in time.

“Like” doesn’t feel strong enough, not for this. You’ve only known him for a month. Is it really possible he’s already become so integral to the structure of your heart?

You’re kissing in the early morning light and it’s hungrier than you thought your next kiss would be, because even though all the rest of your days are rolling out before you, you don’t know how many there are. He twists so he’s above you on his knees, one of them between your legs, and it’s like a reversal of that night on the roof, like you can feel the night air even in the golden midmorning hours.

“Kuma,” you murmur between kisses, and he grins against your mouth, takes your next breath and makes it his.

At some point you’re interrupted by the startled growl of your stomach, and you break apart, unable to stifle the giggles rising up in your throat. “Well.”

“Well,” Takuma echoes, grinning. He stands and offers you a hand. “Breakfast?”

Downstairs, the house is alive with idle chatter and the clinking of silverware. Kirara is seated atop the counter, legs swinging as she eats a plate of eggs, and Hakari stands beside her leaning against the cabinets. Megumi scrolls absently through his phone at the table, the dogs looking up at him expectantly from either side, and Yuji is digging through a bunch of take-out boxes. When he sees you, his whole face lights up.

“Morning!” he practically sings. “Here, eat food.”

“Where’d this come from?” Takuma asks.

“My friend dropped off breakfast,” Yuji chirps, pushing a Tupperware container of pancakes toward you. If it weren’t for the brace wrapped around his wrist, you’d have no idea anything happened. He’s his usual golden retriever self.

You smile, forking one of the pancakes onto a plate. “That’s sweet.”

Your phone buzzes, and it’s Tsumiki sending you the link to the news brief. You frown at the headline, not out of any disrespect for the writer who stepped up to cover it, but more at the fact that it’s unfortunately true.

JU senior issued DUI after crash on 34th and Olson Blvd Friday night

“What’s up?” Takuma asks, immediately noting your expression. You slide the phone across the counter, watching its screen catch the light from the kitchen window. Kirara leans over it as well and starts reading off Junpei’s story halfway through.

“Zenin, who according to a campus police report was driving under the influence of alcohol, was on the phone with an ex-girlfriend when he swerved into the opposite lane.” Her dark brows knit together in some combination of anger and disbelief. “Jesus.”

“That’s fucked,” you murmur.

Someone’s phone rings, and Megumi glances at his screen and blinks, seems to hesitate. Then he gets up and disappears down the hall. You glance at Takuma, but he just shrugs. It’s probably Gojo.

The rest of you eat and eventually make your way to the living room, scattering yourselves across the couch and carpet and chairs.

“That single last night,” Takuma says, letting Kuro jump up beside him on the couch. “Concept. Make it the title track of an EP.”

You blink for a second, startled. “Wait, for real?”

“Yes!” Takuma says, sitting up straighter. “Think about it. Cover art is one of those name tag stickers, you all sign it, wrinkle it up and crease it and take a grainy film photo. And you put the song on it with Next Fix and a couple of your older singles you and blow up.”

“Or you print one off that says hello, our name is,” Kirara pipes up, seeming excited by the idea. “Ooh, you can have an intro track like that.”

“All caps. Just to match the energy,” you say, picturing the EP cover in your mind. “HELLO MY NAME IS. No punctuation either.”

“I like it,” Kirara nods. Takuma’s got that excited shine to his eyes, and you realize he’s very in his element in this conceptual space—he really will be a good producer. He has the mind for it.

Megumi slips back into the room looking a little haphazard, disgruntled, looking anywhere but into anyone else’s eyes, and Yuji cocks his head in question. Not Gojo, then. “Who was that?”

“No one,” Megumi lies, waving him off and turning back toward the kitchen to avoid everyone’s questioning gaze. Hm.You know better than to ask, and it seems that’s the consensus, because nobody pushes it—Megumi will open up in his own time. You hope he figures it out soon.

For your part, it’s a lazy Saturday, hanging out with Takuma, Yuji, Megumi, Kirara, and Hakari, gaming and talking and generally just existing in each other’s presence. After the chaos of last night, it seems to be exactly what all of you needed.

It’s not until late afternoon that Kirara broaches the topic of the band.

She gestures at Yuji, a flapping motion that misses the mark a little because Kirara is sprawled upside-down in the beanbag in the corner. “Itadori, can you, like… drum with that?”

He shrugs, looking down at his injured wrist. “Yeah, probably!” You frown. So much of drumming is in the wrist, and you kind of figured Kirara’s question was rhetorical. You realize abruptly that Shibuya Incident is still going up against Black Flash in the finals on Friday, and if they don’t have Yuji, they’re fucked.

“Psh, don’t look like that, it’s fine,” Yuji insists, grabbing two Wii remotes and wielding them like drumsticks. He goes to bang them around, mimicking a rock beat, and you watch as his face twists into a grimace and he drops one of them. “Okay, so, update: never mind!” He grins sheepishly.

Kirara is the first one to look at you, and by the time you’ve processed what exactly it is she’s trying to say, everyone else has their eyes locked on you—including Yuji.

Oh, shit.

“Whaddaya say, girl drummer?” Kirara asks, pointing a finger gun at you.

“Oh, guys, I don’t… I don’t know, it’s your band. Yuji—”

But Yuji is the one who seems the most excited about it. He’s abandoned both Wii remotes on the floor and is now looking up at you with bright eyes and his eternal grin. “No, Skipper, please? It would be so fun! I can still do aux and stuff. But we could play together! It would be so awesome!”

“Is that even allowed?” you ask, glancing at Takuma, who’s trying and failing to hide a boyishly excited smile. “I mean, I already got eliminated.”

“Hang on,” Hakari says, pulling out his phone. It takes you a minute to realize who he’s asking. “Yeah, no, Panda says it’s whatever. Better that than not have a battle at all.”

Takuma nudges you with a knee, looking at you with steady eyes. It’s your choice, he seems to say.

“I think,” you say slowly, “I should talk to my band first. But… I’m not opposed.”

Yuji whoops so loudly you flinch a little and Takuma grins, putting his arm around you and squeezing your shoulder.

“I probably should head out,” you say, a little reluctantly. “Kinda left the roommates high and dry last night.”

Kirara salutes you, her face red from the blood rush of still being upside down, and Yuji chirps out a happy see ya!

“I’ll walk you out,” Takuma says, standing when you do. You say bye to the band and the dogs and he follows you to the front door, going as far as to step just outside with you. The door stays open just a crack as you linger, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. He pulls you in and kisses you right there on the front step, and you smile against his lips.

“Are we, like…?” Takuma murmurs when he pulls away, cheeks flushed from the question or the cold, you can’t tell.

“Are we what?” you tease, shoving lightly at his chest.

“You know.”

“Well, if you don’t say it I’m gonna beat you to asking—”

This seems to zap whatever hesitation Takuma had right out of him, and he cuts in, “Willyoubemygirlfriend?”

“Sorry, what was that?” You know you’ve got a shit-eating grin on your face, but you can’t stop it. “Couldn’t really hear you—”

“Oh my god. Will,” he says slowly, drawing out the word, “You. Be. My. Girlfriend?”

You can see your laugh fanning out before you in a puff of warm air, and you tip your head forward into his chest, grinning. “Yes, Takuma, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You pull back and look up at him, lacing your fingers together. “I was kind of trying to get you alone all week so we could figure out what the fuck was going on. But it worked out, huh?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “It worked out.” He reaches up and ruffles your hair, laughing when you go to swat his hand away. “I was trying to get you alone, too,” he admits. “I like spending time with you, Skip. I’m pretty sure you’re the coolest person I’ve met, like, ever.”

“Ever,” you echo. “Those are some pretty lofty expectations to live up to.”

He shrugs. “You meet them all.”

Despite yourself, heat creeps up to your cheeks again.

“That was less scary than I thought it was gonna be,” Takuma confesses. Your phone rings in your pocket, and you glance at it and see Maki’s name sliding across the screen.

“Think that’s my cue.” You plant one last kiss on Takuma’s lips and turn around, throwing a “bye, boyfriend” over your shoulder. You glance back and catch him mid fist-pump, and he sheepishly shoves his hands into his pockets when he realizes you saw.

You’re still wearing his clothes, you realize as you answer your phone. Guess it doesn’t really matter, since they’re your boyfriend’s.

“Hey,” Maki says in your ear. “You comin’ home anytime soon? No rush, but we’re making lunch so we figured we’d ask.” In the background, you can hear Toge singing what you think is a dramatic rendition of Kristoff’s song from Frozen II, but you aren’t entirely certain because none of the words are right.

“Yeah, I’m literally walking through the door in thirty seconds,” you say, and Nobara’s face appears in the kitchen window. She waves excitedly and you raise a hand in return.

“Oh, sick.” The line goes dead as you open the front door. “Hey!” Maki shouts when she hears it click, and you slam it closed against the rush of cool air trying to sneak inside with you.

“Hi!” you call back.

Yuta pokes his head around the corner and grins at you. “Welcome home, our favorite breaking news reporter.”

“I didn’t actually report on anything,” you admit, kicking your shoes off and padding into the kitchen. Toge is somehow balancing cross-legged on one of the high stools, and Maki is making tacos. “Conflict of interest once I realized who it was.”

“Yeah, I saw the article,” Nobara chimes in, glancing up from her phone. “Yikes. Frickin’ Naoya Zenin. What an asshat.”

You snort. What an understatement.

“Hope he rots in jail,” Maki says in a sing-song voice, not even looking up.

“I love family,” Toge says.

You fill your friends in on the crash and the aftermath and Yuji’s wrist, leaving out some of the details about Takuma, because that feels a little invasive. And then Yuta asks the big question: “What about the band?”

“About that,” you say, taking a deep breath. You’re not exactly sure why this makes you so nervous. Maybe it’s just that these are your people, your band, and you all worked so hard and then went down together. It doesn’t seem fair that you get to go back on stage and try again and the rest of them don’t. “So. They asked me to fill in—“

“Yes!” Nobara shouts, pumping a fist in the air. “Oh, that’s so awesome!”

“Well, I didn’t say yes yet—”

“What? Why?” Toge asks incredulously. You laugh, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. Of course they’re okay with it. These are your best friends. They’ll always have your back.

“I wanted to check with you guys,” you say, feeling silly about it now. “Just—I don’t know, to make sure. Since it’s not our band, and I didn’t want you guys to feel like I was, I don’t know, like…”

“Musically cheating?” Maki chuckles. “Skipper, this is great. You should say yes.”

Yuta solemnly puts a hand over his heart. “Avenge us.”

“Thanks, guys.” You grin as you hop up on the counter next to Nobara, pressing your shoulder to hers. “I love y’all.”

“Sap,” Maki says, which means love you too.

—

Using a drum set that isn’t yours is always a weird experience. You feel like everything is just ever so slightly off, and Yuji’s kit is an absolute patchwork of different brands of heads and shells and cymbals. You have to lower the stool because he’s taller than you. But it’s just for rehearsal, at least—you can use your own kit at The Fix.

It’s your first time in the shabby basement of Takuma’s house, and it looks distinctly different than your own. They’ve pinned old rugs to the walls as a type of sound deadener, not dissimilar to your own setup, but their lighting is a collection of Facebook marketplace floor lamps and a little disco ball that’s apparently Yuji’s. Your basement has string lights and a bunch of stools and beanbags, and this one has extra blankets all over the floor where Yuji and Kirara have made themselves at home.

Learning Shibuya Incident’s songs isn’t difficult—you’ve heard enough of their music to anticipate what’s coming, and Yuji’s there to give you pointers. Their three-song set for the final performance isn’t actually done, because they don’t feel like they have a good enough finisher, and after you’ve run the first two songs several times you mess around with potential chorus lines.

“What about that?” Kirara says after plucking out a new melody. “It’s hype enough, I think. Or it will be, once we add the rest of you.”

“I like that.” You tap out the rhythm on the snare rim, humming. “You have lyrics?” You look at Takuma, who’s staring at the ceiling like it might have all the answers if he just squints hard enough.

“Somethin’ about, like… losing your head a little bit because you caught feels,” he says. “Like, you’re down so bad you can’t function, to be dramatic about it. That triplet at the beginning of the chorus, Kirara—”

She plucks it out again, down-up-down. “On my own,” Takuma echoes, down-up-down. “Every little move I can’t pin down…”

The words tumble past your lips before you can stop them, because they’ve been circling your head for a week now. “Friends with all the dead in my ghost town.”

He spins around to look at you, a grin spreading across his face. “Yes! It’s like I’m going…”

“Going,” Kirara echoes, and they go back and forth—going, going, “out of my mind!”

“Whoo!” Yuji cheers, pumping a fist in the air. “Holy shit. That was crazy.” Takuma grabs the nearest beat-to-hell spiral notebook and starts scribbling.

Megumi starts laying out a bassline, subtly driving the beat forward a little, and you clamp the hat down on two and four to keep time. Kirara comes in with something that must be the verse, and Takuma reads off, “You left in the morning after eight, I got into work two hours late, I can’t see the sun without your face.” Bass, bass, bass. Megumi nods along and Yuji is practically dancing from his spot on the floor.

“One day and I run fresh out of light…”

Hm. You add, “Twelve hours without your hand in mine.”

“I’m dizzy and overworked and tired,” Kirara sings lowly. All three of you sing the chorus again, and you feel just like you’re at home in your own basement, writing a song in real time with Nobara and Maki and the boys.

“Oh, that slaps,” Takuma practically shouts. “Jesus. We’re gonna win.”

“Don’t get cocky,” Megumi warns, a wry quirk to his lips.

Kirara glances at her phone. “Food’s here. Break time, freaks.” She bounds up the stairs and Megumi follows to help her grab the bags—you DoorDashed Taco Bell, since Yuji never got his beloved crunch wrap on Friday.

You leave your sticks on the snare and move around the drum set, flopping down on the ground beside Takuma. “You’re good at that,” you tell him honestly, pulling the notebook away to read what he’s writing down. I met you across the darkened stage, you shook up my life, you got me made, you’re drivin’ me crazy night and day.

You can’t help thinking of the night you met him, locking eyes while he sang from the edge of the low stage at The Fix, lit up by purple-red stage lights and putting you in a trance. You scribble a few more lines after his and hand the pen back.

“You’re a poet,” he tells you, and you laugh.

“I’m a journalist.”

“Woman of many talents,” he says, echoing Maki’s words from that first night you met.

“Itadori!” Kirara shouts down the stairs.

“Coming!” Yuji leaps up and disappears up the rickety basement staircase, leaving you and Takuma alone.

“Hey,” he says, tapping the pen on the page. You glance up at him, nodding for him to keep going. “Can I take you out? Like, on an actual date?”

Something light and quick kicks around in your chest, a hummingbird loose in your ribcage. “I would not be opposed,” you say, as if the idea doesn’t make you want to kick your feet like a little kid. “When are you thinking?”

“Mm, you’re in night class prison tomorrow,” he says, tapping the pen against his lip now. “Tuesday?”

It shouldn’t make you so irrationally happy that he remembers your schedule, but logic seems to go out the window where Takuma Ino is concerned. “Tuesday’s good. Where do you wanna go?”

He shakes his head adamantly, tapping you on the nose with his pen. “Leave it to me.”

—

The only things Takuma’s told you about your date tonight are dress warm and bring your board. He meets you outside your place at four, his bag definitely bulkier than usual, his own skateboard under one foot.

You’re wearing a denim jacket over a hoodie and your favorite cargo pants with your boots, and you tucked a beanie and gloves into your bag just in case, but it’s surprisingly balmy out for late October. The wind is the worst of it.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Takuma says when you coast down the driveway and come to a stop beside him. The greeting makes you blush as much as his smile does, and he chuckles as he pushes off. “This way.”

“Where are we going?”

“Crazy,” he says. You roll your eyes. Sounds like the kind of dad joke Yuta would make.

“Well, then.” The two of you make your way down the street and around the bend, and you realize he’s taking you to the skate park. But at the entrance he keeps going, around the pit and a few of the ramps and to the largest one, back in the corner—not the one Sukuna deals under, but the one opposite. And you stop in your tracks, your longboard making a protesting schkk under your feet, when you see it.

Battery-powered string lights loop around the posts and down the underside of the ramp, and blankets and pillows are spread out across the ground. The area is sheltered from the worst of the wind, and you know your jaw is hanging open a little as you watch Takuma unload his bag—JBL speaker, two thermoses, and a bunch of food.

“Takuma,” you say, not knowing what other words suffice. “I—oh my god.” You did not peg him as being this romantic.

Then you think about his song lyrics and think maybe you should have.

He grins at you from where he’s sat down on the blankets, holding out one of the thermoses. You leave your board by one of the poles and sit down beside him, taking it and letting the warmth seep into your hands. “What is it?”

“Hot chocolate.”

“Mm.” You scoot closer to him, staring up at the layers and layers of graffiti and marker art covering the underside of the ramp. “This is maybe the sweetest thing ever.”

“I’m glad,” he says. “I had no idea what I was doing.”

“I wouldn’t know.” You take a sip of the hot chocolate—still warm. “It’s romantic. Big fan.”

“Really?” He points to where somebody drew a dick on the far side of the ramp.

“Okay, well, you didn’t have to point it out,” you smirk. “You ever done graffiti?” Looking at his mischievous smile and the beanie tugged over his head, the skateboard abandoned a few feet away, he does look like the type.

“Tagging?” He shrugs. “No. I would, though. Maybe we should.”

You hum, staring up at the arcing bubble letters and jagged black lines all over the ramp. You think you’d be horrible at graffiti, but you’ve always appreciated it, the way it sends a message and doesn’t ask for anything in return.

“This is like… alternative aesthetic stargazing,” you muse, lifting a finger and tracing the sharp lines of one of the illegible words in the air. You could stare at all this art for hours and never find all the intricacies of it.

Takuma digs around in his bag and produces a Sharpie with an “aha!”

“You’re gonna graffiti with a Sharpie?”

He throws it at you and you catch it in one hand, instinctively twirling it like a drumstick. “We’re gonna graffiti with a Sharpie,” he corrects.

And so you do.

The nearest part of the wall is covered in bright pink paint outlined in black, and it takes you a moment of squinting and tilting your head to realize it says LEAVEYOURMARK. Seems as clear of an instruction as any. So you do—scooting forward, you start to draw flowers into the thick bands of pink lettering, and soon they’re shifting to music notes, percussion notation, aimless squiggles. Takuma queues up a laid-back playlist with a few artists you recognize and many more you don’t, and you pass the pen back and forth, adding tiny notes to messages around the ramp, doodling in the empty space.

You’ve been on dates before, but this feels wholly different. With Takuma, you’re not stressing over conversation starters, worrying about commitment, wondering if you picked the right outfit, trying to gauge your shared interests with carefully planned questions. It’s just easy, existing with him like this.

After a while, you’re on your back in the mess of pillows and blankets, staring directly up at the massive painting of a skateboard with a face. Takuma is drawing something on the wall behind you.

Squinting, the green streaks under the skateboard look like that loss meme Toge sends you at least twice a week. You take a photo with the intention of showing it to him later, though maybe you shouldn’t—he gets way too proud of himself for versing you in what he calls Reddit culture.

You crane your neck to see what Takuma’s drawing and find the thick, dark strokes of a city skyline, towers and domes and boxy apartment buildings.

“Artsy,” you tell him, smiling when he appears in your line of vision upside-down. “You sure about this computer science thing? You’re too creative.”

“That’s what my mom said,” he chuckles, capping the Sharpie and sitting down beside you. As you sit up, he leans back on his hands and glances over at you. “I told her about you. She’d love you. I mean, I’m pretty sure she already does.” He hesitates. “Is that weird? Too soon?”

“No,” you grin. “I—that’s really sweet, actually. I would love to meet your mom.” Your gaze softens at the relieved smile that crosses his face. “Gotta thank her for raising a guy like you, anyway.”

You realize you want Takuma to meet your family too—you want to show him all the corners of your too-small town, show him the place you grew up. It made you who you are—it led you here, to him, after all.

“So,” you say, tilting your head. “When you say you wanna be a producer. Where do you mean? Like, LA?”

He shrugs. “Probably. But I’m sure it’s more competitive there than anywhere else. I feel like the major hubs are there and New York, but I wouldn’t mind somewhere quieter, either.” He loops an arm around you, and your head finds its way to his shoulder. “What about you, world-class journalist?”

You grin, thinking of all the places you haven’t been, all the places you want to go. “Anywhere and everywhere. I just wanna see it all. I wanna travel.”

“You should!” He sounds genuinely excited about the concept, and you lift your head, taking in the expression on his face—he looks the way he did when he was talking about making an EP, like the world is full of possibilities and he wants to see them all play out. “You’d be so good at it. Being a travel writer or international correspondent or whatever.” He clears his throat. “I read some of your stuff, y’know.”

“What?” Suddenly you’re racking your brain for every piece you’ve published in the JU Journal, overly critical of your own work in hindsight. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s good. Really good, Skip, seriously.” He reaches out and tugs a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, and you find yourself leaning into the contact.

You aren’t sure what to say, so you settle on a soft, “Thank you.” Somehow, the idea of Takuma going out of his way to read your work feels personal on the same level that writing a song together does. Taking in your words, your ideas, internalizing them. What is intimacy if not that intellectual exchange?

“I think you’re going to be a really good producer.” It’s his turn to blush. “I mean it. Not everyone has the perspective for it, or the ear. But you do.”

“Ah, well, I—”

“Am not good at taking compliments?” you cut him off, raising a brow. “Mm, we’ll fix that.” He laughs, and you’re leaning in to kiss him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is the most natural thing in the world.

It’s late October, and you are not the least bit cold.

—

Your hands need to stop sweating before you lose a drumstick or something.

Shibuya Incident has about twenty minutes before you’re all due on stage for the finals, and The Fix is alive with students and lights and drinks and music and chatter. You’re out on the floor tonight, off to the side for easy access to the stage once Black Flash clears out.

“We’re kicking off with the reigning champions of the Battle of the Bands,” Panda booms, throwing an arm out as the band takes the stage. “You know ‘em, you love ‘em, they’re every genre and no genre, covers and originals, brass and wind. Give it up for Black Flash!”

You whoop just as loud as anyone else here, grinning at Nobara’s animated cheering from closer to the center of the floor. Miwa walks right up to the mic and takes it off the stand, the neck of her white electric in her other hand. “Hey, folks!” She brushes her bright blue hair out of her face and shouts, “Y’all ready to hear some good music?”

She has the sort of infectious enthusiasm that could work on pretty much anyone, and before you know it you and Kirara are spinning each other around to the beat of a synth-heavy pop song that sounds like it came straight out of the 80s. The instrumentals are simple but tight, and Miwa jumps around, engaging the crowd, belting like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“They’re good,” you catch Megumi saying lowly, probably to Yuji, but Takuma’s the one who answers.

“If I tell you the power of friendship will lead us to victory—”

“No.”

“Well, okay, you’re no fun.”

Kirara turns around and plants a hand on her hip, looking at Megumi. “Fushiguro, we’re fine. We’re going out with a badass new single and not one but two percussionists. We’ve never sounded this good.”

“Just being the token pessimist,” he sighs, cracking a reluctant half-smile. “I know we’re good.”

Yuji elbows him playfully. “Mr. Realist.”

Black Flash segues into a second track, an ABBA cover that has you dancing without thinking, and Takuma catches your eye and grins, moving along with you. And all too soon it’s over, a third song come and gone, and Panda’s back up on stage and the five of you are hopping up over the side to make your way to your places. Hakari and another tech have already swapped out the kits, and you settle yourself in the comfort of your own throne, your own pedals, flipping on the snare and pounding the kick a few times.

Yuji’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, grinning at you. “You got this,” he mouths, shaking his tambourine at you.

You truly have no idea where he got a tambourine.

“What happened in Shibuya? Who the hell knows?” Panda shouts, riling up the crowd. “Give it up for Shibuya Incident!”

That’s your cue. You look at Kirara, who nods with a conspiratorial smile, and then Megumi, who plucks out a few notes in answer. Yuji’s already giving you a grin and a thumbs-up. And Takuma… he’s already stepped into his on-stage confidence, all relaxed, easygoing performer, and the look he gives you has energy coursing through your fingertips like an electric shock.

You hold your sticks above your head, clicking them loud on the lower end of the shaft, and shout, “One, two, three, four!”

You are alive.

The first track is another pulled from their EP, and you’ve listened to it probably an embarrassing number of times—you know Yuji’s part down to the sixteenth note, the roll, the rest, but you don’t hesitate to put your own spin on it, and he’s alight with the same energy beside you, messing around with a tambourine and a few other aux instruments near a mic of his own, since he’s also doing backup vocals tonight.

Your hands are moving fast, your feet pumping the pedals of their own accord, an instinct, and it’s over before you know it, a sheen of sweat already forming under the stage lights. You grin, catching your breath, wiping your hands on your jeans as Takuma introduces the band.

From your place near the back of the stage, you get more of the low feedback than anything else, but you definitely hear when he says Shibuya Incident and the crowd responds raucously in kind.

“That’s Kirara Hoshi on guitar and vocals,” he says, pointing to her as she does her little riff.

“Yeah, Kira!” You have no idea where Hakari’s voice is coming from, but it’s unmistakable.

“We got Fushiguro back there on the bass,” Takuma continues, and Megumi gives the crowd an unbothered nod, showing off his own instrument for a moment. “Itadori’s back here on aux and vocals.” He pauses to let the crowd shout for Yuji and then adds, “And filling in for him on kit, we’ve got the legendary drummer from Cursed Technique. Everyone give it up for Skipper!”

You do a quick roll, laughing as your own band goes crazy—you can’t see them in the glare of the lights, but you (and everyone else) can definitely hear them.

“I’m Ino, we’re Shibuya Incident, and this next one’s gonna slow things down a little.”

This one starts with Megumi, a laid-back track with a similar vibe to the first song you ever heard Shibuya Incident perform, but a little smoother. It’s over before you know it, and then you and Kirara are launching into the new single. Even Yuji looks like he’s having the time of life on backup vocals.

“On my own,” he and Kirara harmonize, Takuma taking the lead, and you nail the next two lines with punchy cymbal-tom hits, “all the shadows look like a death threat, everybody’s waitin’ to get hit, it’s like I’m going (going) going (going) out of my mind!”

All your worries melt away as the beat drives your movements. You’re not thinking about dropping a drumstick, missing a measure, losing the competition. You’re doing what you love with people you love, and that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do.

“Think I’m seein’ double in one eye, startin’ to think this air is spiked, no one told me that’s what love is like.” Takuma lets the guitar hang and grips the mic in one hand and the stand in the other, leaning with it as he engages the crowd, and you definitely hear Nobara screaming. “You got me going (going) going (going) out of my mind, yeah, yeah.”

It’s over so fast you can barely breathe, and you’re laughing before you know what’s happening, Yuji throwing his arm around you and shouting, “You killed it!”

Takuma turns around and locks eyes with you, and you see that same adrenaline high in his gaze that you know is in yours, and when the band stumbles off stage in Panda’s wake, he grabs your hand and pulls you into a hug. “That was crazy!” he practically shouts, which is probably good, because your ears are ringing so much you probably wouldn’t have heard him otherwise.

“Guys,” Megumi says, deadpan as always, but you can see the effects of the performance even on him, his usually stoic expression unable to mask his own excitement. “I think… we might have a shot.”

“Holy shit,” Kirara says. “Skip, write the story. Resident pessimist breaks vow of negativity—”

“Oh, shut up.” Megumi elbows her as she dissolves into laughter. In the wings, you can hear the indistinct sounds of Panda’s instructions as he starts voting, and music kicks up over the speakers. Ten minutes. Ten minutes.

It’s the longest and shortest wait of your life, and then you’re back on stage with Black Flash and Panda, and it’s fucking time.

You wonder if everyone else can hear your blood roaring, too.

“Once again, an insanely tight vote,” Panda says, a hush falling over the crowd as they wait for the verdict. “Phenomenal performances from both of our final bands, but someone’s gotta win. Give it up for the champions of this year’s Battle of the Bands…”

You imagine Maki hissing under her breath for Panda to hurry it up, Nobara’s hands clasped together as she anxiously bounces on the balls of her feet, Yuta biting his lip and trying to get Toge to shut up.

Takuma’s hand is on your shoulder, Yuji on your other side, Megumi and Kirara behind you. You glance at Miwa, and she gives you a knowing look that you can’t interpret.

You almost don’t hear it.

“SHIBUYA INCIDENT!”

You don’t know which screams belong to who—maybe one of them’s yours—but you’re swept into a massive pile of musicians drunk off victory, and you’re laughing, and Miwa’s jumping up and down and saying how that was insane, guys, you were amazing, and even Mai nods at you in congratulations, and Yuji is abruptly on Todo’s shoulders, and as the stage lights turn down a bit you finally catch sight of your own band, losing their minds on the floor.

“That’s our girl!” Maki hollers, and Yuta whoops as Toge pumps a fist in the air. You realize you can’t see Nobara, and two seconds later your questions are answered when she somehow materializes on the stage, launching herself at you with a massive grin on her face.

“You did it!” she shouts. “Holy shit, Skipper!”

Everything around you is chaos and laughter and noise, but something in the center of your being is incredibly still, and you think maybe it’s contentment. In this moment, you would ask for nothing else. It is perfect.

Nobara detaches herself from you after more profuse congratulations, turning to Miwa, and the bands make their way gradually off stage. Takuma’s hand is in yours—you don’t know when that happened—and he pulls you past the band, past the wings, all the way into the drum storage room backstage.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says. “You’re fucking amazing.” His beanie is off, tucked into his pocket, his hair as wild as his eyes as wild as your heart.

You close the door.

It’s a pulse. That’s the only way you can describe it, the rush of living energy that comes with kissing Takuma Ino behind the stage of a shitty campus bar, the heat shooting through your veins in time with the throb of the bass from distant speakers. Breath on your teeth and hands in your hair, the warmth in your gut from skin-on-skin proximity, ears ringing with the sound of your name on his lips and love-blind eyes, you’re alive and addicted to a feeling you know you’ll chase forever.

—

TWO MONTHS LATER. DECEMBER 19.

The house is alive with laughter and chatter and Michael Bublé’s Christmas album spinning from the record player. The semester is over, and tomorrow you’ll scatter for winter break, home for the holidays. Nobara insisted on throwing a party before all the inevitable road trips and flights, and the main floor is strung with multicolored lights and tinsel—Yuta’s plant, Rika, even has a tiny Santa hat on.

In addition to the actual residents of the house, Takuma and the band are here, as well as Hakari, Panda, Tsumiki, Miwa, and a handful of other friends. Megumi’s even brought the dogs, who have both taken a liking to the loveseat by the window and claimed it as their own. You’ve informed Megumi that they’re going to stay here with you forever (he said no, but you don’t take orders from him).

“Okay, I’m dropping you off at ten, right?” Yuta quadruple-checks. You’re huddled in the kitchen with him and Maki—Toge was here a minute ago, but he heard someone in the living room mention Just Dance and ran off to assert his dominance or whatever.

“Oh my god, yes,” Maki answers for you. “Yuta. You wrote it down. It’s in your calendar. You live in the same house as Skip, you’re not gonna forget.” She bumps her shoulder with his and he sighs in admission.

“I know.” He smiles at you. “Just gotta make sure she gets home for the holidays. Can’t have you turning into a sad Christmas cliché on us, Skip.”

You salute him with half a gingerbread cookie. “Appreciate it.” He’s taking you to the airport tomorrow for your flight home and refuses to take your gas money, so you’re already planning on beating him to paying for the first grocery run when you get back.

“Things with Mai are good?” you ask, glancing at Maki. She shrugs noncommittally but doesn’t correct you, which is a good sign. She and her sister met up the week after the Battle of the Bands for coffee, which you genuinely thought was a joke when she told you about it. They’re both going home for Christmas and have apparently decided to try and like each other a little more openly. And she actually showed up tonight, which you have to admit you weren’t entirely expecting.

“Yuta!” Toge hollers from the other room. “You have to come do Rasputin with me!”

Yuta groans, looking pleadingly at Maki like she can get him out of this, but she just grins. “You heard him.”

“You hate me.”

“Yeah,” Maki says fondly. Yuta, defeated, goes to join Toge in the dance of death. Maki whispers to you that she’s going to record it for blackmail and slips out after him.

Tsumiki appears beside you, drink in hand, and leans against the wall. She tilts her phone screen toward you and you see it’s the Journal website analytics.

The top story right now is yours. You grin. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize.”

“I expected it,” she admits, tucking her phone back in her pocket and gazing out across the room. “Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you. We won’t start the application process until spring sem, but, if you want it,” she glances at you, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, “I really think you should apply for editor-in-chief, Skip.”

Your mouth opens and closes without anything of use coming out, and Tsumiki laughs. “You don’t have to, but—”

“No!” you blurt, grinning. “I—I want to. I would love to. I was planning on it. I just didn’t know you… wanted me to.” Kusakabe’s just the advisor—when it comes to actually hiring the next editor, Tsumiki has the final say. Her endorsement is as good as a job offer. “I… thank you, Tsumiki.” You look down, suddenly overwhelmed by the words. “Big shoes to fill.”

“Aw, none of that,” she says, stealing a cookie from the tray on the counter next to you. “I literally can’t think of anyone better.” With a wink, she disappears through the doorway, where Kirara and Nobara are talking animatedly. Nobara gestures to you when she catches your eye.

“Dude, our listens are shooting up!” she says, shoving her phone into your hands. Your EP dropped mid-November, six tracks recorded in the studio with Takuma and Hakari, and you’ve performed better than you ever expected. The analytics show a sharp uptick that’s probably in large part due to Panda playing your stuff on the radio station.

You whistle, leaning on Nobara’s shoulder. “Awesome.”

Kirara leans against the wall, considering. “You guys thought about what you’re gonna do next year?”

Truthfully, you’ve really tried not to. The idea of Maki and Yuta graduating is so bittersweet. But graduation means Shibuya Incident will have a hole in their band, too. Kirara will be gone.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Nobara muses. “We could join forces. If we lose Maki and Yuta and Kirara, the only thing we’re doubled up on is drums and lead.”

It’s not a bad idea. And if Yuji is track captain next year and you get that editor job, neither of you will have as much time for the band—switching off could actually be very helpful. You hum, considering. You’ll have to talk to the others.

“Oi,” Kirara says, reaching out to poke you with a socked foot. “Your boyfriend’s in lost puppy mode over there.” You glance into the living room to see Takuma scanning the room next to Megumi and the dogs, probably looking for you.

“Dumbass,” you say fondly, and nod goodbye to Nobara and Kirara before making your way over to him. The boys are halfway through Rasputin and Yuta is, much to Toge’s chagrin, kicking ass. Toge looks like he’s just run a half marathon.

Takuma lights up when he sees you, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as he intercepts you by the hall entrance.

“Oh, wow, what is that?” he asks cheekily, and tilts your chin up to see a piece of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. That was definitely Nobara’s doing. “Crazy that we just happened to—”

You cut him off, dragging him in by the shirt and kissing him, and makes a surprised sound that has you smiling against his lips.

“Crazy,” you repeat after you pull back, relishing the flush on his cheeks. Even after dating him for two months (as of today), every reaction you get out of Takuma makes your heart rate bump up a few beats. “Oh!” he says, suddenly remembering something. “Wait, c’mere, I have something for you.”

“Takuma!” You swat at him. “I told you not to—”

“Boo hoo,” he says, sticking his tongue out and dragging you toward your room, where he dumped his stuff earlier. You quietly close the door behind you as Takuma digs around his bag, standing up with his hands behind his back. “It’s Christmas and it’s been two months. You have no defense. Close your eyes.”

You do, giggling a little as he grabs your hand and presses something into it—something soft. “Okay,” he says, and you open your eyes to see a little stuffed penguin perched in the palm of your hand. It’s fucking adorable.

“Oh my god!” you cry. “Oh, he’s so cute! Takuma.” You cradle the penguin to your chest with both hands, grinning.

“It’s you!” he says, laughing. “Not official Madagascar merch, but I thought it was pretty cute. Your own lil’ Skipper.”

“I love it,” you say, making the penguin do a little dance in the air. You grab its tiny wing and poke Takuma on the nose with it. “Thank you.”

“Merry early Christmas.” His nose scrunches up a little in thought. “Early Merry Christmas? What’s the right way to say that?”

“Happy early nondenominational holiday of your choice,” you say teasingly, because the public university won’t actually say Christmas despite the decorations all around campus.

It’s a running joke among the entirety of the student body that the massive tree in the arts lobby is not a Christmas tree but a secular modern art installation. There are variations of insane alternate tree names on the school meme accounts. The knockoff JU Barstool page even got in on it, and the student groups hosting the Hanukkah and Kwanzaa celebrations.

Takuma’s answering laugh is bright and it follows you as you cross the room to your desk, pulling a box out of the second drawer. “Your turn.”

“What?” He has the audacity to look confused. “Skip—”

You hold up the penguin. “Objection denied!” The box is light and square, and you watch excitedly as he opens it.

“Oh my god,” he says when he realizes what’s inside. “No way. These are the exact ones—how did you even—?”

You had to do some investigating to figure out the precise guitar strings he uses, but what's your journalism degree for if not this?

“Who knows?” You shrug playfully. “Maybe it’s the psychic powers, maybe it’s the housemate I begged to sneak into your room and find out.”

Kirara was more than willing. “Good thing you came to me and not Itadori,” she laughed. “That kid can’t be subtle to save his life.” Takuma’s strings have been on the brink for a while, and you’re honestly shocked none of them have given out yet.

“They’re perfect,” Takuma laughs, setting the box back on your desk. “I love them. I love you.”

He says it so easily it takes you a moment to realize what just happened. He freezes, mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t know what words he’s looking for.

“I—uh,” he says eloquently. “It’s—I mean. I didn’t mean to—I mean, I didn’t mean to say it like that but I did mean it, you don’t have to say it back, if it’s too soon or you—”

Instead of cutting him off verbally, you grab him by the shoulders and press your lips to his. His eyes are wide when you pull back, despite the way he relaxed into the kiss on instinct.

“Hey,” you laugh, one hand trailing up to the back of his neck. “I love you, too.”

The excited smile that spreads across his face is slow and hesitant, like he can’t believe you reciprocate. You pull him back in and feel his grin against your lips, his hands coming to rest at your waist, warm.

“Thank god,” he murmurs between breaths. “Because I keep almost accidentally saying it, and it was gonna happen sooner or later.”

“Least it didn’t happen over the phone,” you grin, your hand skating down his arm and coming to rest in his.

Sheepishly, he admits, “Almost did. Yesterday.” Your laugh is bright and so is his answering one, and you perch your little stuffed penguin atop the guitar strings and tug Takuma toward the door.

“Okay, lover boy. Back to the outside world.”

“Lover boy, huh?” he teases. “Kay, pretty girl.”

“Couple of cheesy ass romantics we are.”

“Mm.” He presses a kiss to your temple, the action so casual and unthinking you want to melt. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The second you step back into the living room, Yuta grabs you by the elbow and presses a Wii remote into your hand.

“Oh, no. Yuta—”

The song’s been chosen for you, and Toge has passed the remote to Maki, who looks like she’d rather die than give a rousing performance of TiK ToK by Ke$ha.

“Well, at least it’s you,” she says. Toge tries to discreetly pull his phone out, but Maki gives him a death glare that could send a grown man to his grave. He nearly drops it in his hurry to shove it back into his pocket.

You snort, patting Maki sympathetically on the shoulder. “Let’s kick ass.”

Three hours later, everyone has somewhat settled down, sprawled across furniture and countertops and the carpeted floor. Yuta’s grabbed an acoustic from the basement and it’s being passed around, goofy Christmas songs overlapping with the still-spinning record player.

You enrolled here with the intention of building a new life, finding a new purpose—new faces, new music, a new place to call home. And you feel like you’ve found it. This is the point of college. You’re surrounded by the best people you’ve ever known, and your heart is practically overflowing with how much you fucking love them all.

After all, your heart is not a finite thing. You’ve just got an endless supply of affection, and you’re not scared of it.

Love is the right word, you think, letting your head fall onto Takuma’s shoulders, legs tucked up beneath you on the couch.

“I love you,” you whisper, just to say it. When he whispers your name, your real name, in the shell of your ear, something in your chest sparks a little. He makes it sound like a song.

“I love you, too.”

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[trancylovecraft]

so ive started reading the JJK manga and i saw this mf twitter post on pinterest and i just had to do it 😭

(ill get back to requests and YSIK soon im just tired asf rn😭😭😭😭)

[dadsbongos]

Your Kirara Hoshi post was amazing…could we get a continuation of it or maybe something similar? 👉🏽👈🏽 dying to read more for her and there’s only like three fics and two of them include Hakari 😭

kinda continuation of the nymphoid post... kinda not.. i just love her +18! mndi ~~~

kirara gets soooo jealous, so easily

she can't even stand how the barista at your local cafe is looking at you -sweet, wide eyes and pursed lips. it's how she looks at you.

so when you're finished ordering for the both of you, kirara snatches your hand and kisses your cheek before dragging you off to a table in the back corner. you tilt your head curiously and she just rolls her eyes.

like a brat. because she is, her favorite thing to do is act out and pout.

"What, baby?" you reach forward and brush hair behind her ear, letting your fingers linger at her cheek lovingly.

kirara yanks her head away and glares out the window.

"Oh, yeah? Do you really wanna play that way?"

she remains silent, stewing in upset over how you just let that stupid counter jocky's eyes wander over you. you didn't even call him on it!

"'rara," you coo, switching sides of the isolated booth and laying a hand on her bare knee, "Talk to me, 'rara."

when she maintains her huffy quiet, you 'tsk' and shrug.

"Alright, let's play the quiet game, then."

that makes her look at you: your hand drifts high up her thigh, high past the hem of her pink skirt and finally jerking her free of her boxers. kirara's cheeks flare bright red, chest sputtering.

"Right now?" she hisses, gaze darting from you to the barista.

"Oh, so you can speak," you giggle and press yourself flush against her, "Don't worry about them. Just focus on me, 'kay?"

she stutters a nod, staring pretty obviously beneath the table as your wrist flicks leisurely along her reddening cock. pearly beads already leaking between your fingers.

[naokyunnn]

THEY LET YOU JOIN...

kirara and hakari x gn!reader. SMUT.

contains: gn!reader, threesome, lots of hair pulling, deep throating, uprotected sex, jealous hakari if you squint,

You're always been jealous of Hakari and Kirara's relationship, it's so free and intimate... sometimes you'll find yourself touching yourself by the thought of them but you can't seem to pick between the two. Both--- you want both.

After that night you feel so ashamed of yourself, to even look at them directly. There's no way you just thought of having a threesome with your classmates? Sick.

Kirara seems to notice your awkward attitude towards them, naturally she decided to tell Hakari about it. "Hmm... Kin...Y/n 's been acting weird lately, like-- she's avoiding me, it's really weird" She hummed as she got on Hakari's lap and traced random shapes on his exposed neck.

"Hmm? Don't worry about 'em, they probably wanna fuck" Hakari smirked, though Kirara didn't take this lightly and began smirking herself. "Say... why don't we let Y/n join next time?" She inquired with a widening smirk.

---

You kinda wish that this is all just a dream, you, on your fours with your back arch in a perfect angle as Hakari pound the shit out of you. Meanwhile your mouth is busy sucking off Kirara's cock.

"Fuck--- You're sucking me in so tight" Hakari hissed as he gripped tightly on your hips and thrust in harshly, almost feeling the tip of his heavy dick against your cervix.

"Ngh... so unfair-- Ahh-- Tighter than me? Kin?" Kirara whined in between her moans and she gripped tightly on your hair and pushed you head down further to make sure her dick could make it on the very back of your throat, just because she spite you. You gagged, but that only turned Kirara on even more.

"Heh-- course not baby, i'll fuck that tight ass later on--shiit!" Hakari's been holding himself back as he thrusted deep and short against your hole, savoring the warmth and tightness of you. Kirara finally pulled your head up making a mess out of your mouth, spit everywhere and even more on her dick, she seems satisfied with the view, she smirked.

"Suck, c'mon..." She slightly shook your head while still gripping on your tangled hair. You obediently obliged and gave her the sloppiest you could get. It all has been too much, the vibrations of your moans around her dick is only making her whimper a little louder.

"Gaaah-- Yes! Kin-- fuck them good.... ahh so good" Kirara babbled as she finally let go of your hair and propped both of her hand behind to support her upper body and threw her head back.

"Ya enjoying there angel..." Hakari smirked and began pounding harder on your hole to fulfill his pretty girlfriend's request. Your moans turning into high pitched whimpering against Kirara's dick, it made you even graze your teeth on her dick accidentally, making her groan in pain but let it slide just this time.

You couldn't even breathe well and decided to lift your mouth off Kirara's dick and replace it with your hand to stroke her for the mean time. You pant heavy, letting out the moans you didn't get to let out while sucking her off.

"Aaah...ngh-- please im gonna cum-- please" Your eyes already rolled back as you pleaded, your hands on Kirara is slowing down a little since you're focus on your own high. This made Kirara frustrated and desperately tried to get her dick in your mouth again but you avoided.

You reach out to play with her tits for a while to keep her distracted, pinching her cute little nipples between your thumb and pointer fingers and fondle her tits, making her moan. Hakari then pulled you hair back and made you suck his girlfriend's dick again.

"Suck her off bitch-- that's your only task" Hakari growled against your ears as he thrusted harder against you. You gagged and moaned at the sudden penetration in your mouth but did you job anyway.

Your legs started to shake as if your knees are about to give up soon, your orgasm is just nearing at this point. When you felt Kirara shove your head down and felt her hot cum shoot down your throat, that's it for you. You came on the spot and around Hakari's dick.

The clenched drove Hakara over the edge and thrusted deep so he could cum inside you. When he pulled out you could feel the warm liquid ooze out of your hole, as it dripped down your legs.

Kirara finally let go of your head and pulled her dick out of your mouth. "Fuck me too Kin..." You heard Kirara speak but you're too exhausted to even know what's happening.

All you see on your peripheral vision is Kirara getting pounded by Hakari this time. You passed out on the bed with a smile, but this time you hope it wasn't a dream at all.

[kurominiiiz]

Ugh I NEED more poly content.

Like, I need some cute Satosugu x Reader stuff. I need my husbands Gojo and Geto. I don't mean like sex stuff, I just want cute domestic situations with them!

AND HaKira/KiraKari x Reader stuff. Hakari and Kirara are so underrated that it makes me cryyyy. I need fluffy poly content with them and the reader!!

If yall have any fics or posts on here PLEASE link them in my pms, asks, or on this post. thank you!!!

If not, imma start writing it. I NEED them so baddddddd

[strawberriianime]

3-In-A-Row

♡ Kirara Hoshi x Reader x Kinji Hakari

♡ It was supposed to be a study session for finals but things took a turn~

♡ cw: college au, threesome, 18+ descriptions of sex, oral sex both giving and receiving, fingering, double penetration, Kirara has a pp but they/them pronouns (love them), unprotected sex, cum swallowing, nastyyyyyy just read!

A loud sigh rang across the room belonging to no other person but Kirara. When it came to studying Kirara was always the first to crack due to it being "boring". You closed the text book seeing you were the only one still paying attention to it as Kirara was laid out on the chair and Hakari scrolled on his phone. "I suppose we can take a break it is getting quite boring." You stood up deciding to stretch out your back hearing the satisfying crack. "Hey?" Kirara spoke gaining your attention. "Do you think people think we fuck?” The question made you choke on air. It wasn't uncommon for you to come to their dorm to study but you never really thought what other people would think. Yeah, you guys spend a lot of time together but that’s what friends do. “Well uh, I?…” you were lost for words honestly not knowing how to respond. “Hmm ever had the idea of fucking me or Hakari hmmmm?” Kirara leaned up propping themself up onto their elbows. You’d be lying if you said the idea hadn’t crossed your mind once or twice, it’s no secret really. A couple times you’ve gotten drunk and made out with them but hey it never went that far. You were in college and single you could do whatever you wanted to do. Making your way to Kirara, you sat crisscrossed bringing your face close to theirs. “I maybe had a fantasy or two” you spoke, they could smell the spearmint gum you were chewing earlier lingering in your mouth..

Hakari sat back quietly watching the situation unfold between you two. "How about we make that fantasy come true hmm? Or are you scared?" Kirara's face came closer to your own lips just centimeters apart. Without a second thought, you brought your lips down to theirs tasting the strawberry chapstick they had coating their lips. Hakari watched eagerly as Kirara pulled you in by your waist, causing you to straddle them deepening the kiss. Your tongues brushed against one another both battling for dominance. Your hands ran under their shirt feeling their slender waist, rubbing circles on their hip. With a quick tug, Kirara was quick to remove your sweater leaving you in your baby pink lace bra. "Oh, how cute!" they exclaimed admiring the fabric rubbing their finger across. "You can take it off if you'd like" You smiled as you felt their hands come to your back toying with the clasp allowing your breast to spring free. "Hakari would you like to join us?" you extended a hand to him watching as he shuffled in his seat. He was quick to sit on the other side of you leaving you in the middle of them. You felt a pinch of your nipple before feeling something wet on your right bud. You arched your back as you felt a similar feeling on your left and your pants being shuffled down. Placing a leg on Hakari's leg, he snaked his hands down your pants feeling the thin fabric that separated his fingers from coming in contact with your dripping heat.

Nodding your head you allowed him to pull the fabric down your legs allowing him to rub his fingers up and down your aching slit. The feeling of Kirara sucking at your nipples and Hakari playing with your heat was enough to get you moaning. Once Hakari gathered enough of your juices he began rubbing circles on your clit. His touch was rough, but rough in just the right ways. You felt two fingers poking at your entrance causing your to arch your back when they made their way inside. Based on the technique you could feel that it was the middle and ring fingers rolling along your insides. He began pumping his fingers inside the sound of your slick filling the room. Your legs twitch at the feeling pussy clenching on his fingers longing to be filled more. You moved your hands one to each of their laps and began palming them through their pants. Deciding that was not enough you slipped your hands under their pants palming them both with a steady pace. As your hips began to stutter against Hakari's fingers your climax was just about to peak he pulled his fingers out leaving you clenching around nothing. He brought his fingers up to his mouthing tasting the sweet saltiness of your essence.

Removing your hands from both their pants, you dropped to your knees in between both of them. With ease, you removed both of their pants allowing them both to spring free. Licking your palms, you grabbed both members taking one in each hand and starting off with slow stroaks. You teased at the tip rolling your thumb and collecting the precum that bubbled from the slit. You licked your lips eagerly as you moved over to Kirara, licking slow and steady strips along their member. You didn't stop stroking Hakari as you licked up and down taking Kirara into your warm mouth. They let out a low moan enjoying the feeling of your mouth licking every inch of them. With a pop, you released Kirara from your mouth and made your way to Hakari whom you swapped now using the saliva from your mouth to stroak Kirara. Following the same steps you were quick to lick at Hakari's dick, placing small kisses along the shaft. With a quick drop, you had taken Hakari's deep into your throat almost gagging considering how thick he was. He was quick to grip your hair pushing you down even lower, nose being tickled by his pubic hair. You continued to stroke Kirara as you felt them twitch in your hand knowing they were close to their release. You felt Hikari's dick pulsate in your mouth causing you to such even harder. "Fuck I'm going to cum Kirara don't you cum yet" You bobbed your head even faster feeling the build-up of his release coming. Within an instant you felt Hikari's release flood your mouth, his cum not too thick with a slightly salty taste. On queue, you were quick to swallow every drop not leaving any behind.

As you caught your breath, you felt Hakari pull you up and place you on the chair so you were on your hands and knees in front of Kirara. You were almost confused when you felt a sudden wet suck down in your nether realm. You gripped the couch not being able to shake the feeling of Hakari lapping at your pussy. You licked at your lips once more, ensuring Kirara did not feel left out. You licked slowly at their tip watching as precum began forming once more. Coating your hands in saliva, you use your hands to pump up and down to cover what your mouth wasn’t reaching in the position. Kirara let out a series of groans to pair with the moans you released upon them.

Hikari placed delicate kisses along your fold before hooking his hands on your underside roughly palming the fat of your ass. He used this leverage to pull you lower to his face as you practically sat on his face. His tongue moved fast as he licked up and down your fold collecting the natural juice that formed from your needy hole. This tongue made way from the ball of your clit to the warmth of your hole licking around the aching area. He was quick to thrust his tongue in causing you to let out a high-pitched moan.

Just as you knew you were about to cum, you could tell Kirara was as well. Hallowing your cheeks, you sucked harder going down deeper and grinding yourself onto Hakari’ face. With a few more pumps and a couple sucks you and Kirara were both moaning together. Your release coating Hikari’s face as Kirara came in your mouth. It took a moment for you all to catch your breaths

“Tired already?” a voice rang through the room. You were brought out of your thought feeling a poke around your entrance. You were pushed onto your back, your back meeting Kirara's chest. You felt Kirara grip around your waist raising you slightly, feeling a second poke at your entrance. "Think you can take us both?" Before you could respond you felt something hard poke around pushing its way inside based on the movements it had to be Kirara adjusting you and lowering you down onto their length. They let you adjust to the feeling before Hakari began rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a whimper feeling your nipples being played with once more, your pussy clenching around Kirara wanting to feel some form of movement. "Had to get you nice and wet" Hakari said as you felt another poke at your entrance, looking down you were already stretched so seeing Hakari attempt to stretch his way inside you. There was a slight discomfort as your leg shook with the painful stretch of having two people inside one hole. Once he was able to push himself fully in, he threw one leg over his shoulder and the other on the side of the chair allowing comfort for all.

Once they figured you were comfortable, they began moving at a push-and-pull rhythm allowing nonstop pleasure for you. "Shit you're soaking wet" You knew it was true you could hear the squelching of your pussy with each thrust. The amount of pleasure you felt was overstimulating considering you were taking both there wasn't a second gone by where you didn't feel pleasure. "You both feel so good inside me" You threw your head back on Kirara's shoulder. They took this advantage and began peppering kisses on your neck. "I don't think I can take this much longer, I'm going to cum." You whined out. "Hold on a bit longer we're almost there" You felt their movements pick up causing you to moan much louder than before. Taking your right hand you began circling at your clit making you clench down even harder. "Shit, I'm going to cum" you whined out feeling their thrust getting more jagged by the minute. With a few more pumps and the stutter of their hips, you felt yourself spasm warm liquids mixing with their own. Grunts, groans and moans filled the room as long-anticipated orgasm came over everybody.

A couple of minutes had passed before they both pulled out of you slowly making sure to not further overstimulate your body. It took some time for you to catch your breath and to calm your nerves. "Here you go!" a towel was put onto your body suddenly. it was Kirara where was Hakari? Speaking of, he walked back into the main room "Let's get you all cleaned up I was running a bath for you." What have you gotten yourself into?

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. fic masterlist

❥ mdni. various!jjk x fem!reader.

❥ canon divergence but still takes place in the jjk universe.

"let's fuck on that shiny car!"

IN WHICH itadori yuuji is completely whipped by his upperclassman who just came back from suspension.

OR

IN WHICH gojo satoru's favourite student is a playboy model.

WARNINGS!! slight manga spoilers, hardcore smut, mentions of drugs + alcohol, stalking, obsessive behaviour. all characters are aged up (21+)!!

status: ongoing. also available on ao3 and wattpad.

CHAPTERS:

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 001: GOLDEN GIRL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 002: PINKY PROMISE.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 003: JUICY COUTURE.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 004: SUPERMODEL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 005: POLARIS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 006: PRETTY, PRETTIER.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 007: ZENIN NAOYA IS A BOTTOM.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 008: HEARTBEAT.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 009: BILLS, BILLS, BILLS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 010: WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 011: STAR MODEL.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 012: THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM.

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