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[kira-dofc]

Hiiiii, can you do an alucard from castlevania x male reader who is an elf?

hello!! I never heard of castlevania nor i watched it before, but i'll try to make this :) I searched up the character and he seems to remind me a lot of dante in dmc OSIDSUNIDSUN so yaa ill try to

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Rich Fanboy! Nanami x Cosplayer! Male Reader

Notes: I'VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG SO I HOPE THE WAIT IS NOT LONG ENOUGH!!! This was in my drafts but never really made anything new... I don't know what to write, any suggestions will be appreciated!!!!

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink, unprotected sex, crossdressing, feminization, mirror sex, slight out of character (?) Nanami, Manipulation sex, breeding kink,

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Kento Nanami. A name known far and wide, especially among the wealthy. To most people, he seemed like the perfect man. He was mature, kind, and deeply respected. He had the kind of money others could only dream about. Everything about him seemed flawless, from the way he dressed to the calm way he spoke. People believed he had everything. Money, manners, and a quiet charm that made him very likable. Among the rich, he was the richest. His life was full of luxury, comfort, and things most people would never have.

He lived in a mansion that was the biggest and most beautiful in the whole area. It looked like something from a movie or a fairy tale. The garden around the house was full of flowers, trees, and perfectly trimmed bushes. Every flowerbed looked like it had been painted by a master artist. A team of gardeners worked every day to make sure everything looked perfect. Inside, his house was just as beautiful. Servants kept everything clean and running smoothly. They were always present but never in the way. Everything worked like clockwork.

But even with all of this, Nanami felt something was missing. He had no family. He had never fallen in love. Romance had never made its way into his life, even though people often tried to get close to him. He also had a hard time talking to children. Their loud voices and quick energy didn’t match his slow and thoughtful way of living. Because of this, he often felt alone. He lived in a house made for many people, yet he walked its halls by himself. He was surrounded by beauty, but his life lacked real connection.

Most people believed Nanami was perfect. They thought someone with his lifestyle couldn’t possibly have any problems. But that wasn’t true. Behind his calm face and perfect life was a secret. A secret so dark that if anyone found out, it would destroy the image the world had of him. It was something only he knew. It followed him wherever he went, like a shadow that never left his side. This secret made him feel trapped. He often stared out of his mansion windows, wondering how long he could keep living this lie.

Each day started exactly the same. At 8:00 a.m. sharp, Nanami would wake up. The sunlight came in softly through the tall windows of his bedroom, making the walls glow gold. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning quietly as he stretched his arms. His bedroom was clean and modern. Everything was black, grey, and white, creating a quiet, serious feel. His bed was large, with soft pillows and perfect sheets that looked untouched. Even in sleep, he stayed neat.

The room was silent. Not even the sound of birds could be heard through the thick windows. He got out of bed and walked across the cool marble floor. Each step made a soft sound that echoed through the quiet room. The floor was shiny and smooth, reflecting the morning light. He walked down the grand staircase with slow, even steps. Every part of his routine was carefully planned and followed.

He entered the kitchen, which was full of stainless steel counters and high-end appliances. It was spotless, like something out of a design magazine. Nanami cooked his own breakfast, as he liked the calm it brought. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air as he moved around the kitchen with ease. He toasted a slice of bread until it turned a perfect golden color. His breakfast was simple but delicious. Sitting alone at a long mahogany table, he ate slowly. The quietness around him made the meal feel peaceful but also a little sad.

After breakfast, he went back upstairs to shower. His bathroom looked like something from a luxury spa. The walls were marble, and the glass shower let warm water fall like rain. The hot water helped him feel more awake, washing away the last bits of sleep. He dried off and put on one of his many suits. Each one was tailored perfectly to fit him. He tied his silk tie and looked in the mirror. The man staring back looked strong and sure of himself. But even in the mirror, Nanami could see something missing in his eyes.

He left the mansion and went about his usual duties. Meetings, events, and quiet drives in the city filled the day. He moved through everything with a calm and steady presence. People nodded at him with respect. Some smiled in admiration. Others watched him with envy. But none of them really knew him.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, Nanami returned home. His car, sleek and black, pulled up to the grand gates of his estate. The iron gates opened slowly, and the car rolled along the cobblestone driveway. The mansion stood tall at the end, glowing in the warm light of the evening.

He parked in front of the large entrance and stepped out. His suit still looked perfect, even after a long day. He walked into the house, and the quiet met him like an old friend. Servants greeted him with soft bows. He nodded back, barely noticing them. He was tired. All he wanted was to lie down and rest.

He walked up the stairs, each step echoing softly in the empty hall. When he reached his bedroom, he opened the door and was greeted by soft, golden lighting. The room looked just as he had left it. Calm and neat. He took off his shoes and slipped out of his blazer. Then he unbuttoned his shirt halfway, showing his chest. He dropped onto the bed, the soft mattress hugging him gently. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax.

Then, his phone pinged.

The screen lit up with a notification.

It was an Instagram Live.

He blinked, surprised. His heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was.

You.

One of the most famous cosplayers in the world. A person he admired for a long time. Nanami didn’t usually watch livestreams. But this time, he tapped the notification without a second thought. The screen loaded, and there you were.

You were wearing a costume. A pair of cat ears on your head. A cat tail. And, strangely enough, a maid outfit. You smiled brightly at the camera and waved. “Hi everyone!” you said in a cheerful voice.

Nanami stared.

Your smile lit up the screen. It felt warm and real. The kind of smile that could make anyone feel seen. It made his chest feel tight.

Your face was beautiful. Not in the usual, polished way celebrities looked. But in a softer, more honest way. Your eyes were bright and full of life. Your lips curled into a smile that made his heart race. Your cheeks had a soft pink glow. Your hair was dark and shiny, falling gently around your face.

Nanami felt himself blush. He knew he shouldn’t stare. But he couldn’t look away.

To him, you were perfect.

There was something about you that felt different from the people he usually met. Maybe it was how real you were. Or how your energy felt so alive, even through a screen. You weren’t rich like him. But you had something he didn’t. Joy. Passion. A connection to people.

He wanted to talk to you. To get to know you. To be near you. The thought was strange. Nanami had never felt this kind of interest in someone before. Not like this. Not so fast. But he couldn’t deny it.

He wanted you to be his.

He watched quietly as you laughed and answered comments. You seemed so happy. So full of light. As if the world had never hurt you. As if everything was still fresh and exciting. He envied that. But more than anything, he wanted to be part of it.

Even if just for a moment.

As the livestream continued, Nanami laid there, eyes locked on the screen. For the first time in a long time, his heart didn’t feel so heavy. Something inside him stirred. A tiny spark in the dark.  He didn’t know where it would lead. He didn’t know if he would ever meet you.But one thing was clear. His life of quiet routine and cold perfection had just been shaken by something simple. A smile. And it had changed everything. 

He then felt his shaft grew in length.It was tenting on his pants. It's his first time to feel this, especially because he felt this for you.  He was ecstatic to see this charming, boy wearing ridiculous costumes in front of a camera for views, maybe even money. This unnerving feeling made him want to do something, something he never knew he wanted; needed to do. "Shit, what is this..." some words slipped out of his mouth, breathing heavily as the dent grew larger, it became very uncomfortable at this point. He finally gave in, he released the zipper for a thick, long shaft to come out, twitching every time his heart skip a beat. He looked at it, tense whether he should do something about it or not. "Fuck it," He whispered to himself, soon warming his cock with his hands, and start to move up, then down repeatedly as you speak across the screen. To his eyes, it felt like he was facing you physically, something that he wanted, needed just for him to feed on. His continued motion caused him to finally finish, cum spurting to his face. 

He tensed up again, and sighed, not cause of relief, but because of something else. He thought of something, and that something included you. He wanted you. So after that very thought, he immediately picked up his phone again, and called some of his "friends". 

"Yes, sir?" the other guy on the line spoke, Nanami straightened his back, "This person named Y/n, search him up and find his details, call me immediately afterwards," he kindly spoke the the other, hinting something. "Noted, sir. I'll immediately report as soon as we find out." The line ended, Nanami sighed and leaned back to his chair, "I need you, Y/n" 

The very next day your information was given to him. Your phone number, full legal name, age, location, everything. He wanted to call you for a "business proposal" of some sorts. He held the paper your number was written on. He was very hesitant at first, thinking you would feel weird talking to him. But at the end of the day, he dialed in your number, and pressed the call button. The ringing tensed him up, the continuous ringing gave him an unsettling feeling. The ringing soon came to a stop, for a warm voice to come up after, "Hello?" You said, seemingly confused of a sudden call of an unknown number. "Greetings, my name is Nanami Kento," Nanami spoke up, "This talk should be conducted physically, though I do not have the power to do that. Anyway, I'm here to propose a business proposal." He waited for a response, you were shocked that you were talking to the most richest business man in all of Japan, but you were unsure as to why he would ask you, a cosplayer, for a business proposal? "I-i'm sorry sir, but i'm afraid i'll have to-" "300 million yen, nothing more, nothing less." You of course is shocked, what is this job that could pay you almost 2 million dollars? And why does it have to be you? You were pretty tight on the budget, considering you used all of your money for costumes, "O....k?" you muttered slowly, unsure of your answer, before you could talk back, "Good, then that is settled, I will provide you my location, make sure to be there at exactly 7 p.m." The call soon ended. You're still in shock, what the hell is this guy thinking? Well, at this point, you don't have any choice but to go... I guess.

6:30, you arrived early before the expected time. You waited outside a grand, luxurious looking hotel. Was it a hotel, or one of his buildings? You shrugged off the question and waited. your peac was soon interrupted by two men in black, shades planted to their face. "Are you, Y/n L/n? Please come with us." The one spoke, you silently followed them across the wide lobby to an elevator. The ride was taking too long, "wait is this a penthouse?" you thought to yourself. And yes it was, what did you expect from the richest man to have? a rented motel? The elevators shifted open to reveal a modern looking room. A piano to the side, a fountain, and the biggest windows you have ever seen. Your eyes glowed with the sight you were seeing. Your sight seeing was soon cut off short by a tall man walking towards you, "Ah, your here. You two, leave." His voice was commanding, he sounded chilling. He patted you back, seemingly acted out to follow him. 

He led you to a room, the smell of sandarwood filled your lungs. But what caught your eye was a costume, a bikini along with a semi-transparent babydoll dress. You didn't question it, but just decided to still follow him inside. He soon walked up to a piece of paper, along with a pen, "Just sign this contract, don't mind reading it all," You obliged and followed, signing it; what's there to lose? He then spoke up again, "I never told you this "business proposal", but it'll pay you a lot, doubt that you'll decline at this point," he muttered, slowly taking off his watch, walked near you and leaned in, "I want to fuck you." The words slipped out his voice made you flinch. Why would he want that? Would you just sell your body for money? "I-I..." you stuttered, "You have no choice anyway, you signed the contract." You sighed, but you also wanted it at this time. You blushed, and gave him a silent nod. That nod meant a lot to him, he chuckled caressing your jawline slowly. "I gave you a gift," He looked over to the lingerie, "Wear it for me," He whispered closely to your ears, this sent a shiver down your spine, but it made you crave him even more. You went up to it and walked towards the bathroom. Nanami sat down on a chair, "No, strip in front of me." You noticed the large mirror covering the entire wall behind Nanami. You followed, and took of your clothes piece by piece, and showed your hard dick. It was small, but Nanami liked that even more. Your blush made him feel a lot more tense. 

A lot more hungry.

As soon you wore it, he rushed into you and kissed you. It wasn't soft, it was rough, leaving you no space and time to breath. He held your face, and you held his hand. This intense kissing session made you fall to the bed, with his arms grazing your figure. He kissed your neck to your collarbone. He took off the dress along with the bra, playing with your nipples as he kissed your body. Your moans made him become hard even more. You touched his hair, it was hard with the gel still intact and the sharp loose ends at every side of his head. You never knew you would end up this way, slutting over a rich man that's happening to be fucking you this very moment. His groan vibrated to your body. 

His kissing soon came to a stop, and reached up to you, "Suck me" He commanded, his hand over your head. His musky scent made you fall into a trance-like state, something you must follow, something you cannot control. So you fully gave in, pusehd him down the bed, and zipped down his pants. You saw his enlarged dick spring out, precum spilling, matching the beat to his heavy breathing. You leaned in, and sucked. Your tongue was a professional at this, you never knew you could do such acts. You sucked in and out, circling around dick as the musk scent of his pubes covering his penis. You rammed your face to his dick, you don't care if you looked like a whore at this state, all you wanted was to taste him fully. 

He held your head tightly, "Stop, I want to save my babies for your pussy," He smirked, lifting your head to face him. He carried you up, off the bed as you two stood in front of the massive mirror. He took off the rest of his clothes, touching your body like pottery, following your shape, your size, your curves, you. "You look so beautiful, darling," He continued touching you. Without any hesitation, he came inside of you. It was slow, but it felt painful to you. You didn't flinch, you wanted to feel him fully. You held in your pain, holding his chin down for him to look at you. Every thrust made you feel different, with his face looking at you every thrust. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked in deeply to your eyes, you looked different, you don't look the same. You wanted him, but do you really want this?

Thrusts soon turn into pushes, you leaned in to the mirror as Nanami held your body close to him. Hi thrusts grew stronger, more than you could handle. Your moans turned into screams, yells, but you liked it either way. Each thrust made you feel different emotions, sadness, happiness, anything. One last thrust, you felt something warm and wet come inside you. Your eyes felt like popping out. His chin rested against your bare shoulders, "You'l be living with me from now on. Don't worry about your life, I'll make it better, if you give in to me." You faced him, and rested your arms to his shoulders, "One question though,"

"Why me?"

[kira-dofc]

Hi. How are you doing today. Sorry for your privacy. Your blog looks fascinating and kindly Dm if you’re interested being in a sugar relationship 😊

Ok I haven't been posting lately, but EXCUSE ME what...

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NEW POST NEXT WEEK!!!!!!! been unmotivated :(

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Gojo and Geto x Nerd! Male reader

Notes: Currently experiencing writers' block, so this is js a random hc I made for these two 😔 I live for possessive Gojo and Geto, so I gave you all what I wanted 💖 also ik I said no threesome, but this is an exemption I had nothing to post I'm desperate (Also I live for these two men) 😔

Word Count: I don't know

Warnings: Smut! Threesome, High-school au, double pen, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, double stimulation, overstimulation, smutty smut smut

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It was mid-afternoon, with the golden hues of the setting sun beginning to paint the sky outside. Inside the classroom, the atmosphere was thick with the quiet concentration of students engrossed in their quizzes. You tapped your pencil rhythmically against the desk, your eyes flitting over the questions. Though your mind wandered, you effortlessly penned down the answers, the quiz more a formality than a challenge for someone of your intellect. The questions, simple as a child's puzzle, felt like an exercise in tedium rather than a true test of knowledge.

The soft orange rays filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that danced across the rows of desks and illuminated the faces of your classmates. The air-conditioning, a gentle whisper against your skin, provided a cool contrast to the warmth of the sunlight. The chill of the conditioned air brushed over your skin, a subtle reminder of the modern comforts that cocooned you in this academic fortress.

You were well-known in the school, not just for your academic prowess, but also for the silent feud with your two sworn enemies, Gojo and Geto. These two were the epitome of what it meant to be popular and untouchable. Their presence was a constant irritant, a source of countless headaches. With their charm and seemingly effortless charisma, they could sway teachers and students alike, getting away with behavior that would land anyone else in detention. It was an infuriating dynamic, made worse by your desire to stand out in a different way, to impress the girl in your class who occupied your thoughts more often than you'd like to admit.

The room was silent, save for the faint scratching of pencils on paper, when suddenly the door swung open with a force that sent a shiver through the classroom. The abrupt interruption shattered the calm, drawing all eyes to the doorway. There stood Gojo, his white hair almost glowing in the afternoon light, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Excuse me, where is Y/n?" he called out, his voice carrying a casual authority that silenced the room.

Every head turned toward you, the air thick with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, the attention unwelcome and uncomfortable. Trying to maintain your composure, you stood and made your way to the front of the room. The teacher gave a curt nod, granting permission for the interruption. You met Gojo's gaze, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Come with me," Gojo said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and began to pull you toward the hallway. "H-hey, what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep pace with him. His grip was firm, and despite your protests, he continued to lead you through the corridors, his expression a mix of seriousness and something unreadable.

The hallway was cooler, the air-conditioning more pronounced here, as Gojo steered you toward the bathrooms. As you rounded the corner, you saw Geto leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed, a lazy smile on his face. The scene felt almost surreal, like stepping into a different world, far removed from the quiet confines of the classroom. The afternoon light, filtered through narrow windows, cast long shadows that added an edge of drama to the encounter.

"What do you want now?" you scoffed, planting your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant gesture. The air was thick with tension, the echoes of your classmates' hushed whispers still lingering in your mind. Gojo, ever the instigator, exchanged a knowing glance with Geto, who stood up straight, a smirk playing on his lips. "Gojo, do it," Geto commanded, his voice calm and almost bored.

Before you could react, Gojo's grip tightened around your wrist, and his other hand quickly muffled any protest you might have voiced. "Don't make this any harder for us and be a good boy for us two, yeah?" he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, sending an unsettling shiver down your spine. The vibration of his words seemed to resonate within you, leaving you no choice but to comply. You followed them into the bathroom, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh, cold glow over the tiled walls and floor.

Geto positioned himself in front of you, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of your face before moving to your hair. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a softness that contrasted starkly with the firm grip Gojo still maintained on you. "Be a good boy, and we won't punish you as much," Geto murmured, his breath warm against your skin, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a jolt of anxiety through you. He then kissed your neck, the sensation both tender and electrifying, before biting down gently, marking you with a small bruise that felt like a brand.

The bathroom stall became a confined world of its own, filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the rustling of clothing. You found yourself straddling Geto, his body beneath you a solid, unyielding presence. Gojo stood before you, his hands deft and experienced as they explored your body, heightening your senses with each touch. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat and arousal, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. They were both thrusting in and out of you, leaving out grunts and whimpers with every thrust. Gojo panted as he played with your dick, twitching every time he touched the tip, slick in precum. He then stroked lazily, seemingly trying to focus on how your hole sucked both Geto's and his dick so good. You moaned, "Gojo...." your hands covering your mouth as you bent your back, resting your head in Geto's shoulders. Your skin rubbing against Geto's make you feel good, too. The way he moans and groans through your skin as it vibrates. The two cocks inside you kept pulsing, making you let out louder moans.

The rhythm of their movements became more intense, your senses flooded with the heat and pressure building within you. Time seemed to stretch, the moments blending together as you lost yourself in the raw physicality of the encounter. Your body trembled with each thrust, your voice rising in pitch as the pleasure mounted, the walls of the bathroom stall echoing your cries.

You three were there for almost 1 hour and 30 minutes, your hole now stretched and burning. Their precum now used as lub as it slid through your wet walls. Your muffled moans turned to echoed ones every time they hit your sweet spot. They soon came inside of you, wetting and knotting your walls as you screathed the back of Gojo. Endless streams of semen flowed through your tired hole as you hugged Gojo tightly. Gojo then let out his cock as it rested to your stomack, painting it white. Geto, on the other hand, stayed inside you after his organs, making your stomach flutter in pleasure. You then heard the two panting as you yourself came. Gojo placing his hand behind your back, and Geto kissing your neck and giving soft bites. Your body aches, everything aches, "You took us so well, baby." Gojo flirted as he huffed in front of you. The bell soon rang, and suddenly, you blacked out after your orgasm.

[kira-dofc]

Update: I accidentally fucking DELETED all my progress on the oc fic so delayed post ig 😔😔💔💔 but here's all the basic info. about my oc's 💖

Pick me...

Name: Choi Soobin

Gender: Male

Personality/ies:

Your typical delinquent bad boy in high school. Very rough attitude towards other people, always picking fights here and there. In terms of the reader, he may seem to be protective and humble when he's around you. He would let anyone touch or hurt you.

Art/manhwa inspiration for oc:

I wanted him to look like a typical delinquent. Some scars across his chest and his face, an uncared hair with white streaks that he dyed himself. He's supposed to be unbotting his polo almost every day just because he looks hot that way 💖

Name: Park Kai

Gender: Male

Personality/ies:

Your top student of the school. He's very studious and rarely has never seen not studying. Cold when he talks to people or when he tutors people. When he's around you, he almost feels the opposite. He feels safe around you. He almost cherishes you with all his heart. He would always spoil you with gifts and foods whenever you meet up to study.

Art/Manhwa inspiration for oc:

I wanted to see him wearing glasses (obviously). He doesn't have toned muscles as Soobin, but he still looks hot nonetheless

And yes, two are love interests in one story, and you get to pick who you'll be with 💖

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IM BLOWING UP 😍😍😍😍

Also new fic coming next 2 weeks!!! (I'm making an oc 😔)

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Mafia boss! Sukuna x Male reader

Notes- This was supposed to be a Gojo fic but Sukuna fitted this shit better its too dark for Gojo :(

Wc- 3055

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW, unprotected sex, dub-con, breeding, omegaverse, top/bottom, sub/dom, bottom male reader, overstimulation

Flashes of orange and yellow flames streaked past you, casting a fierce glow that punctuated the night with a hellish light. The deafening crack of gunshots shattered the eerie silence, bullets whizzing through the air like deadly fireflies. It was 10:00 p.m., and the city that never slept was now cloaked in an ominous stillness, save for the chaos erupting around you. Frantically, you ran, heart pounding like a war drum in your chest, fleeing from the world's most notorious mafia. For years, they had hunted down omegas with unrelenting ferocity, and tonight, you had become their latest target. As the last of your kind, you had been hiding from them for a long time. Unluckily, tonight marked the end of your concealment. You were unique, hailing from a wealthy lineage.

Your family had perished before your eyes, leaving you to carry on the bloodline. It was them. It had always been them. They murdered your family, your only family. And you had been too naive to do anything but hide, bearing all the responsibilities alone. But that was six years ago. Now, you needed to devise a way to throw them off your trail.

Bloodstains smeared almost your entire body. Your legs were limp, and one of your bones was broken. You fled toward the heart of the city, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sprinted away from the terrifying sounds of pursuit. The once-bustling metropolis had turned into a ghost town, its inhabitants cowering indoors, unwilling to risk becoming the mafia's next victim. The streets were deserted, the silence broken only by your ragged breathing and the distant echoes of violence.

Each step felt like an eternity as adrenaline surged through your veins. You could almost sense their presence behind you, a shadow of death closing in. It seemed they were tracking you by your scent. The sweet, floral fragrance that emanated from your body had made this escape even more challenging. Your sweet blood flowed through your veins, each drop hitting the ground and leaving a trail. You pressed your hands against your wounds, trying to stop the bleeding and prevent them from following your scent. Your mind raced, replaying the events that led to this desperate escape. It had begun with whispers, rumors of the mafia targeting omegas, and then the brutal reality struck as friends and acquaintances began to disappear, leaving only bloodstains and unanswered questions. Their actions were inexplicable: Why would they target people like you? You had witnessed countless deaths at their hands, many shot, others thrown into pits of fire. They burned all the bodies of their victims.

The neon lights of the city, once symbols of vibrancy and life, now cast eerie, elongated shadows that seemed to grasp at you. You rounded a corner, your feet slipping on the rain-slicked pavement. The distant wail of sirens was a cruel reminder that help would not come in time. You had to rely on your instincts and sheer will to survive.

Suddenly, a narrow alleyway caught your eye. Without thinking, you darted into it, hoping to lose your pursuers in the labyrinth of backstreets. But as you ran deeper, the walls seemed to close in, and the alley twisted into a nightmarish maze. The sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing off the brick walls, a relentless reminder that they were drawing closer.

Your frantic flight led you to a dead end, a towering brick wall blocking your path. Panic surged through you as you desperately tried to find a way over it, your fingers scrabbling at the rough surface. The wall loomed high above you, an insurmountable barrier that seemed to mock your desperation. You could hear their voices now, low and menacing, carried on the wind.

You turned to face them, your breath coming in short, terrified gasps. Shadows danced at the entrance of the alley, and then they emerged, dark silhouettes against the dim light. There was no escape. Your eyes darted around, seeking any possible way out, but there was none. The realization hit you like a tidal wave – you were trapped.

One of the men stepped forward, his face obscured by shadows, but the cold glint in his eyes was unmistakable. He raised his weapon, and in that split second, time seemed to slow. You braced yourself for the impact, expecting the searing pain of a bullet. Instead, there was a sharp sting, more like a needle prick than a gunshot.

Confusion mingled with the adrenaline, and a wave of dizziness washed over you. Your vision blurred, and your legs wobbled beneath you. You staggered, trying to stay upright, but your strength was failing. The world around you began to spin, the alleyway becoming a distorted swirl of colors and shadows.

With a final, desperate effort, you reached out to the wall, hoping to steady yourself, but it was too late. Your fingers brushed against the cold bricks before your legs gave way completely. You collapsed to the ground, the impact jarring but distant, as if it were happening to someone else. The cold, unforgiving pavement pressed against your cheek, and darkness crept in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you saw before everything went black was the triumphant, merciless faces of your captors as they closed in around you. Their voices were muffled, distorted by the haze of unconsciousness, but the satisfaction in their tones was unmistakable. As the world faded away, one thought lingered in your mind – this was only the beginning of a nightmare that had no end in sight.

As the cold seeped into your bones, memories of happier times flickered in your mind like a fading film reel. You remembered your family's laughter, the warmth of your mother's embrace, and the security you felt in your father's presence. Those moments seemed like a lifetime ago, swallowed by the darkness of the present. The mafia had taken everything from you, and now they were about to take your freedom, perhaps even your life.

The darkness enveloped you completely, a void that swallowed all light and sound. Time lost its meaning as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your mind a whirlpool of fear and despair. When you finally awoke, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of damp and decay. Your hands were bound, the rough ropes cutting into your wrists, and your body ached from the rough handling and the injuries sustained during your escape.

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A single, flickering light bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed in the background. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic—probably blood. You struggled to sit up, wincing at the pain that shot through your limbs with every small movement. Your captors had taken no chances, securing you tightly to a chair with heavy, rusted chains. The room was bare, save for a small table covered in ominous stains and a single door, which you guessed led to more horrors beyond.

The door creaked open, its sound amplified in the silence, and a figure stepped inside. It was the man who had shot you, his cold eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He approached slowly, savoring your fear, and knelt down to meet your gaze. His smile was a twisted parody of kindness, and his voice was soft, almost gentle, as he spoke.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said, his tone mocking. "You gave us quite the chase, but it seems the game is over now."

You glared at him, refusing to let him see the terror that gripped your heart. "What do you want from me?" you demanded, your voice hoarse from disuse and dry from lack of water.

The man chuckled, a low, chilling sound that echoed in the small room. "Oh, it's not me who wants something from you," he replied. He turned his head slightly towards the door, and with a simple, "Boss," he summoned another figure into the room.

A tall, hooded figure stepped in front of you. His eyes were as red as fire, and his hair was a lush cascade of pink, shimmering even in the dim light. His eyes furrowed as he looked down upon you, scrutinizing your scarred figure. His face etched into a grin that sent shivers down your spine. This was Sukuna, the infamous leader of the most feared mafia syndicate in the world.

Sukuna bowed down to your height, his intense gaze never leaving yours. He tilted his head slightly, scanning you as if you were a specimen in a lab. "Let me clear things up for you," he chuckled as he stood back up. "It's not about what we want. It's about what we need. You see, you are the last of your kind, and that makes you very valuable to us. And very valuable to me. Your blood, your lineage, your body."

You squinted your eyes, trying to understand what he was saying. It was hard to focus through the haze of pain and fear, but his words were starting to piece together a horrifying picture. They didn't just want to torture you; they wanted to exploit you, to use you for some nefarious purpose. The thought filled you with a renewed sense of defiance, and you vowed to fight them with every ounce of strength you had left.

Sukuna's voice dropped to a soft, almost affectionate tone. "I want you to be my mate," he said, his words causing a cold shiver to run down your spine. "Consider it a sacrifice; you'll be saving your race, your population. You can save them."

The words hit you like a physical blow. You struggled against your restraints, your mind racing. "Then why did you kill all of them?" you spat out, your voice trembling with rage and sorrow. "Why? Why do it if you just wanted someone? You could have just taken one and left the rest of us be."

Sukuna's grin widened, and there was a maddening glint in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice breaking.

He leaned in close, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. "Oh, I only did this so I could finally get you," he said with a chilling calmness. "I wanted you, and you only. You managed to get away when we slaughtered your whole family. I only did this so I could be with you, my prince."

His words were a twisted declaration, and you could feel the bile rising in your throat. He chuckled as he whispered those words close to your ears, his breath hot and foul. He grazed his hand along your chin, lifting it to force you to look into his eyes.

"Clean him up, then bring him to my room," he ordered the man who had shot you. "I want him clean when I see him again." With a final smirk, Sukuna turned away from you and walked out of the room, leaving you with the chilling promise of what was to come.

The man who had shot you moved to obey Sukuna's orders. He released the chains that held you to the chair, though he left your hands bound behind your back. You were too weak to resist, too weak to do anything but stumble as he dragged you out of the room and down a long, dimly lit corridor.

The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, each step echoing off the cold, stone walls. The faint sound of dripping water followed you, a constant reminder of the dank, underground prison you found yourself in. You were led into another room, this one slightly less decrepit than the last. It had a small basin of water, a towel, and a change of clothes laid out on a table.

The man pushed you towards the basin. "Clean yourself up," he said gruffly. You stared at the water, the reflection of your battered face staring back at you. Every movement was painful, but you forced yourself to comply, knowing that any defiance now would only result in more pain.

You washed as best as you could with your hands still bound, the cold water stinging your wounds. When you were done, the man handed you the change of clothes—a simple, clean shirt and pants. He watched you closely as you struggled to dress yourself, his eyes never leaving you.

Once you were dressed, he grabbed your arm and led you out of the room again. You were taken to yet another corridor, this one even darker and more foreboding than the last. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional distant echo of voices.

Finally, you were brought to a large, imposing door. The man knocked once, then pushed it open, revealing a lavishly decorated room. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and expensive-looking furniture filled the space. It was a stark contrast to the squalor of the rest of the compound.

Sukuna was waiting for you inside, seated in an ornate chair. He looked up as you entered, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Ah, there you are," he said, his voice dripping with mock warmth. "You look much better now."

You stood there, your body tense and your mind racing. What was he planning? What did he want from you? The uncertainty was almost worse than the pain. Sukuna rose from his chair and approached you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Come, sit with me," he said, gesturing to a chair opposite his. "We have much to discuss."

You hesitated, but the man behind you gave you a sharp shove, forcing you to comply. You sat down, your hands still bound, and glared at Sukuna. "What do you want from me?" you repeated, your voice filled with defiance.

Sukuna's smile widened. "I told you, didn't I? I want you to be my mate. Together, we can rebuild your race, your people. You are the key to everything."

His words were like a knife to your heart. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Why would I ever agree to that?" you demanded.

"Because you have no choice," Sukuna said simply. "Either you cooperate, or you watch as I destroy everything you hold dear. The choice is yours."

His words hung in the air, a chilling ultimatum that left you feeling more trapped than ever. You knew you had to find a way out, to escape this nightmare. But for now, all you could do was sit and listen, and wait for the right moment to strike.

-

"Leave," He ordered, "I want some privacy." The men in front of the door nodded and leaved in order. 

Sukuna walked around the table, his eyes never leaving yours. He leaned down, his face inches from yours. "I can see the defiance in your eyes," he murmured. "It's...exciting."

You turned your head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. But Sukuna grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His grip was strong, almost painfully so. "Don't look away from me," he said softly. 

He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss rough and demanding. You tried to pull away, but his hand on your chin held you in place. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt—he was in control.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, a mixture of anger and confusion swirling inside you. Sukuna's eyes glittered with satisfaction. "See? That wasn't so hard," he said, his voice mocking.

He reached down and began to unbutton your shirt, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. You tensed, every muscle in your body screaming at you to fight, to resist. But the man behind you had a firm grip on your shoulders, holding you in place.

Sukuna's hands roamed over your chest, his touch both gentle and possessive. "You're beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. "So perfect."

You shuddered, a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal coursing through you. Sukuna's hands moved lower, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. He knelt in front of you, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he said softly, his breath hot against your skin.

A sudden tug was felt on your shirt, Sukuna lifted you up. Everything went by so fast, your were now on his bed. Your shirt and your pants was tossed to the ends of the bed leaving you bare with your underwear wet as your cock begging to spring out. Your face was flushed between your hands as Sukuna chuckled "You're too cute to handle, boy" He soon unbuttoned his polo, leaving his body bare for you to see. 

His body was toned, veins aching from every muscle. His jawline defined, his hands were scarred, veins and bones revealing themselves under the skin of his hands. He moved down to you as he whispered to your ears, "You're mine." 

Sukuna groaned as he held your hips with harsh and fast thrusts. Every thrust he makes make you squeal and let out moans. Your body now aching with love bites and hickeys as you left scratches on Sukuna's back. His fast thrusts soon slowed as he leaned on you, "Take all of my pups for me, yeah?" He groaned as he came, knotting your insides as you came on his stomach. Your moans shifted into breathless sighs.

One round turned into 20. Its been 1 hour and a half before his dick throbbed your insides. His shape now taking form of your hole, "Ugh...! N-no Ah..., more....." You moaned as you whispered in his ears. "You don't get to order me," He groaned as he whispered back to you, "Just one more darling. Raise all my pups inside you..." He leaned closer to your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead as he thrusts in and out of you. You hugged him tightly as you felt your climax. One final thrust, his cock spurted out his pups in you for the twentieth time. 

You breathed heavily, as your rested your head on the mattress. His hands trailed to your neck to your jaw, moving your head to face him. "I'm not done with you," He says as he kissed you on your neck, through your chin and on your lips. He groaned as he laid next to you. Your head facing his chest as his hands covered your waist. 

[kira-dofc]

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male reader

Part 2

Part 1

Notes: I don't really know what to say, but, OMG, I MADE A SMUT? Well, I had to do it someday I had to feed you all with Gojo 😔

Word count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink (?), overstimulation, sub male reader, I don't know anymore.

Fem and minors dni! (18+ content warning)

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You woke up to the sudden buzz of your phone. It was 7:00 a.m., and your eyes, still heavy with sleep, struggled to focus as you reached out to turn off the persistent alarm. With a groggy sigh, you placed the phone back on the nightstand and collapsed back onto the bed, seeking the warmth of your blankets. As you did, you felt a comforting presence next to you: a white-haired man with a strong yet gentle grip around your waist. His name was Gojo, and his presence had become your most cherished comfort.

Gojo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he groaned softly, still caught in the haze of sleep. You felt his warmth envelop you, and you instinctively tightened your embrace around him, pressing yourself closer to his invitingly warm chest. His body heat was intoxicating, and you found yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, your worries melting away in the safe haven of his arms. He was perfect, and every moment with him felt like a precious gift.

The morning light began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Despite the intrusion of dawn, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the comfort of his embrace. Gradually, you drifted back to sleep, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene slumber.

When you woke up again, it was to the disconcerting realization that Gojo was no longer beside you. The space where he had lain was now cold and empty. Panic began to set in as you quickly sat up, your eyes darting around the room in search of any sign of him. Your heart raced as you scanned the hotel room, your mind conjuring up all sorts of anxious scenarios. You clambered out of bed and started your frantic search, checking every possible hiding spot.

You peeked into the small kitchen area, hoping to find him making breakfast, but there was no sign of him. You even looked under the bed, inside the closet, and every other conceivable nook and cranny, but to no avail. Just as you were beginning to feel a deep sense of dread, you remembered the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you felt a glimmer of hope.

Pushing the door open, you saw him, and relief washed over you. There he was, taking a bath, completely naked and seemingly unbothered by your sudden entrance. His surprise was evident as he flinched at the sound of your voice, but his expression quickly softened into a chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a playful glint in his eye. "Want to take a bath with me?"

Your face turned crimson as you stammered, "No!" You hastily retreated, slamming the door behind you, feeling like a blushing mess. You could still hear his laughter echoing from the bathroom as you sat back down on the bed, trying to calm your racing heart.

Desperate for a distraction, you picked up your phone and opened it, only to be greeted by a barrage of notifications. The headlines screamed at you:

**Xx News: "Y/N L/N Dating Rumors Revealed: K-pop Idol Y/N L/N in a Relationship!"**

Your heart skipped a beat as you scrolled through the messages. Your group chat was exploding with activity.

**Geto:** "BRO, YOU'RE TRENDING RIGHT NOW 💀"

**Nanami:** "What the hell is happening?"

And then there were the countless fan messages, each more dramatic than the last.

**I want to suck Y/N's toes 💖:** "BRO, MY HUSBAND IS DATING SM1 😔💔💔🤬😡😟😟😔😔💔💔"

**Y/N-kun uwu?:** "GOJO DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY POOKIE WOOKIE BOOKIE BEAR ARGARGARGARG 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡"

You sighed, knowing full well that this was bound to happen eventually. Gojo's slip-up had exposed your relationship to the world, and now you were trending for all the wrong reasons. While it was partly his fault, you couldn't deny your own role in the fiasco. Still, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all as you continued scrolling through the flood of messages.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the bathroom door. You looked up to see Gojo, still wet and very much naked, peeking out with a sheepish grin. "Baby, where are the towels? I can't find 'em," he called out, looking helpless.

Startled, you quickly got up, "Wait, I'll go get some." You rummaged through the drawers and found a fresh towel. You handed it to him, trying to avoid looking directly at his still-damp form. "Here," you said, your cheeks still burning.

"Thanks," he replied, his smile widening as he took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. You turned to leave, but he caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You found yourself face to chest with him, his muscled torso warm and inviting. You looked up, meeting his mischievous gaze.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"This," he said softly, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that made you weak in the knees. You let out a breathy moan, lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, his breathing heavy.

"You know we can continue this," he murmured suggestively, his eyes dark with desire.

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. "No, I have a lot I want to do, and I'm getting a bath."

"But I can take a bath again," he teased, pulling you closer.

"No," you said firmly, but with a smile, gently pushing him away. He pouted playfully as you finally managed to escape his grasp and head towards the shower. The warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of sleep and the tension from your encounter with Gojo. It was refreshing and calming, a welcome respite from the chaos that awaited you.

After your shower, you dried off and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish outfit: a grey shirt, beige cargo pants, and black sneakers. Feeling more like yourself, you walked back to Gojo, who was now fully dressed and waiting for you with a playful smile.

"Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry," you whined, your stomach growling in agreement.

He chuckled, "Okay, okay, let's go."

You both grabbed your keycards and headed down to the main lobby, where the hotel's breakfast buffet awaited. As you walked side by side, the events of the morning replayed in your mind, a mixture of embarrassment, amusement, and contentment. Despite the unexpected turn of events, you felt a deep sense of happiness inside you, as you looked over at him, staring at his eyes.

You two finally reached the lobby and were met with a chaotic scene at the entrance. A throng of paparazzi and cameramen waited outside, their flashes illuminating the glass doors like strobe lights. You weren't sure if they were there for you, but the mere possibility made you decide to focus on eating first.

The breakfast buffet was extraordinary, an impressive spread of culinary delights. You couldn't resist the allure of the beautifully arranged dishes. You piled your plate high with a variety of foods, from fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon to fresh fruit and delicate pastries. Each bite was more delicious than the last. Before long, you felt your stomach reaching its limit. Holding your bloated belly, you groaned, "Too much food..." and grumbled. Gojo, sitting across from you, had eaten significantly less, his appetite seemingly much smaller than yours.

As you sipped on a final glass of orange juice, your thoughts drifted back to the commotion at the hotel's entrance. Curiosity gnawed at you, and you decided it was time to investigate. With Gojo by your side, you made your way towards the front of the hotel. The moment you stepped outside, a barrage of camera flashes assaulted your eyes. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, and you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Just then, you felt a sudden warmth enclosing your hand. Gojo had grabbed it tightly, his grip reassuring and firm. "Let's get out of here, come on!" he urged, his voice cutting through the cacophony. Without another word, he pulled you back inside the hotel, the paparazzi surging forward in an attempt to follow you.

You both ran towards the elevator, the hotel's security guards stepping in to hold back the growing crowd. The elevator doors opened just in time, and you and Gojo slipped inside, the doors closing behind you with a reassuring thud.

Panting, you rested your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath. You glanced at Gojo, who was laughing despite the situation. "God, it's only been a day, and people are already obsessing over us!" His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself chuckling as well. However, the moment was interrupted by a ding, signaling the elevator's arrival at another floor.

The doors slid open to reveal a familiar figure. "Y/N, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." It was your current group member, Geto. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you and Gojo. "Close," you commanded hastily, and the doors began to close slowly, leaving Geto standing there with a bemused expression.

Finally reaching your floor, you walked down the hallway towards your room, Gojo's hand still firmly holding yours. The adrenaline from the chase had left you both slightly giddy. You fumbled with the keycard, eventually managing to unlock the door. Once inside, you immediately plopped down on the bed, the soft mattress welcoming your tired body.

Gojo let out a sigh of relief, flopping onto the bed beside you. "That was intense," he remarked, a hint of amusement still in his voice.

"Tell me about it," you replied, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the quiet. The events of the morning played back in your mind, from the lavish breakfast to the unexpected paparazzi ambush. You were still trying to process it all.

Gojo's hand remained in yours, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "At least we have each other," he said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a smile tugging at the corners of

your lips. "Yeah," you agreed, "we do."

"So what do you want to do now?" Gojo questioned while leaning towards you, "We could order wine and drink stuff or..." You gazed at his mouth as it mouthed the words he was muttering. How soft and plump his lips looked. They way it was the right shade of pink, enough for you to just kiss it until it fades it's color.

"I know what do to," "What?" He looked at you enthusiastically. "Just wait, I'll make this fun for you."

You leaned towards him, giving him a kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, squeezing it as you laid your chest to his. You fell into the kiss as he held your waist tightly. Swaying it from the movements of your lips interlocking his.

His started tongue exploring your mouth as you let out a muffled moan. This turned him on. He moved up from the corner of the bed to the middle, keeping your contact intact with him. Your kisses just mean everything to him. Just the mere sense of biting your soft lips, making him hard every single time. Your moans, too, give him a tingle everything he hears it. The first kiss filled with pure romance turned into sloppy, dirty ones.

You arched your back, trying to deepen the kiss. You just loved the feeling of his skin touching yours. The way he held your hips as he buckled it near his crotch. You two soon ended the kiss, hoping to catch some breath. He then pulled off your shirt as you unbuttoned his. His abs were perfect. You grazed your hand onto his collarbone as he grazed his at your hips. His hands soon touched your back, giving you small shivers.

"Suck me off first, babe?" He said as he placed his palm on your cheeks. He then unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. You sat there in front of him to see a wet and bare cocktail standing in front of you. You looked at his as you thought if this was a good idea, but your body did its thing and went closer to it. You kissed the tip as you played with the slit, teasing it before suckong it in. "Hey, not teasing..." Gojo said with a slight whimper in his voice. His hand held tightly to your head, swirling your hair clockwise with his thumbs as you finally took it in one whole push.

You were quite experienced, giving the fact that you and Gojo had done this multiple times, so you could say your were his personal slut ;). A small whimper came out of Gojo as he held your hair tightly, trying to stop the sounds he was about to make. You slowly took it in, moving up and down as you swirled your tongue on his tip. Good enough. This made him moan quite a couple of times.

Soon after, your head was being pushed up and down by Gojo as he held your head tightly. He was like holding some kind of pillow with a hole inside, trying to satisfy his sweet, sweet cravings of your mouth. You couldn't breathe, but you couldn't deny that it felt great, too great. He soon came, strings off his baby makers fell right into your throat, it was rather sweet and warm.

He then lifted you up to his legs as you sat on him. He pushed you on the bed as you played there half naked. He took off your pants, almost ripping it on the process, as he held your hips. You then felt a sudden twitch in your aching hole. You saw his idea finger coming in and out of you. This wasn't enough for you to moan loud for him; you wanted something bigger. He then added a second finger, thrusting it in and out. With your face all flustered, you covered your face with the nearest pillow as you tried to muffle your soft whimpers coming out from your mouth. "You said you're making this fun for me? Now, why don't you make me listen to your sweet voice, hm?" He said as he touched your prostate, making your squeal louder than anyone could.

He soon noticed your sudden scream as he chuckled and kept hitting the same exact spot over and over. Your screams turned into moans as you felt your climax peaking over. Gojo leaned over to you, his chest close to yours yet still not stopping from his fingering. His breaths were hot, hitting your face every time he pushed his fingers in and out of your body. It felt amazing, especially coming from a man like Gojo. He huffed and soon pulled out his fingers. You looked up at him in question, just to see him aligning his tip into your hole. Half of his inch soon went inside of you. It wasn't your first time, yes, but it still felt weird. His slow thrusts in and out of you have made you moan so loud anyone from outside could hear it.

You slow thrusts soon paced up and trusted in and out of you every second. His cock springing in and out of you as he explored every part of your insides. This, though, wasn't enough for him. He then perked off your dick. This felt too good now. The overstimulating is driving you insane. You panted as you felt pleasure both in you and on your dick. Man, he would do anything just for you to feel good. Your hands gripped at the mattress as Gojo breathed heavily on top of you. His hands soon met yours, interlocking his to your fingers. His breathes synchronized with his thrusts as you let out some breathy moans just for him to hear. He then held you up, holding your back as you sat on his legs. He then flipped you over, holding one of your hands to your back. Only one hand could support you now, but this feeling made you forget the uncomfortable mess you are in. He then held you on to him again as he thrusted into you while you sat there in front of him.

After what seemed to be 30 minutes, he finally came, knotting your insides with his cum, and yours splurting on his abs. He held you tightly as you hugged him tightly while arching your back. You nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck as he breathed heavily, "Y'know, I would do this all day with you, but I wouldn't want to see my baby limping on stage tomorrow," he said as he continued breathing heavily "I love you," he said, "I love you too, Toru" You replied as you rested your face on his neck.

[kira-dofc]

Ok first of all, OMG TYSM FOR ALL OF THIS 💖💖💓💖💓💖💓💖 FIRST TIME GETTING THIS MUCH LIKES SO IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME WUSBZJSBJZBKAISBJSZNK

Also little sneak peek of the part 2 😔

[kira-dofc]

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male reader

Part 1

Part 2

Notes: Sorry I was inactive for so long 😔 the Kuroo x male reader is killing me idk what to write so I js thought to myself what if I'd just made one for Gojo? Well anyways yes there's going to be a part 2 of this and yes I'm working on Kuroo 💖

Word count: 2400

Warnings: none 💖

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Oh, to live a life like yours. You’re successful beyond measure, with a voice that can mesmerize, moves that can captivate, and a bank account that reflects your hard-earned fortune. But more than all of this, you are stunningly attractive. Fans fall to their knees at the mere sight of you, screaming your name with fervent adoration. Every world tour you embark on with your group sees you receiving the loudest chants, the most impassioned cries. You are undeniably the favorite, the center of attention in every sense.

Your popularity knows no bounds, transcending borders and cultures. Men and women alike would go to extraordinary lengths just to catch a glimpse of your perfect figure. Who wouldn’t? Perfection seems to be synonymous with your name. Every time your group makes a comeback, it is you who shines the brightest. The camera adores you, the spotlight gravitates towards you, and almost all of the lines in your songs seem to be crafted just for your voice. You are, without a doubt, the nucleus of your group’s immense success.

The world is in awe of you. Fanboys and fangirls from every corner of the globe idolize you, dream about you, and dedicate their lives to following your every move. Yet, amidst this whirlwind of fame and admiration, one thing perplexes everyone. Why, with all your perfection, are you still single? Any idol would be ecstatic to be with you, regardless of gender. Your charm knows no boundaries, and your appeal is universal. It’s a mystery that keeps fans up at night, fantasizing about the possibility of one day being the one to capture your heart.

Speculation runs rampant. Fans weave intricate fantasies where they imagine themselves by your side, filling the role of your perfect partner. Despite their daydreams, no one can figure out why you remain unattached. It's a paradox that adds to your allure, making you even more enigmatic and desirable. They imagine a million scenarios, all the while hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, they might be the one to break your spell of solitude.

But what the world doesn't know, what they couldn't possibly fathom, is that you've been in a relationship for almost two months now. The very day your group made its most recent comeback, you found yourself entangled in a romance that has brought a new kind of light into your life. The secrecy surrounding your relationship only adds to its intensity. It’s a connection built on mutual understanding, shared dreams, and a love that transcends the superficial adoration you receive from the masses.

The reveal of your significant other will be nothing short of earth-shattering for your fans. They’ve spent countless hours speculating about who could possibly be worthy of your affections. When the truth comes out, it will send shockwaves through your fanbase. The person you've chosen isn't just any idol; they are someone who matches your perfection, complements your strengths, and fills your heart in a way that no one else could.

In the end, the world will see that behind your flawless exterior, behind the spotlight and the chants, there is a person capable of deep, profound love. Your fans will be surprised, yes, but they will also come to understand that even someone as perfect as you deserves to experience the joy and intimacy of a genuine relationship. And as they daydream about marrying you, they'll have to come to terms with the fact that your heart already belongs to someone extraordinary.

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4:00 a.m. The plane touched down, marking the penultimate stop of your extensive world tour. Just one more show remained before you could finally indulge in a well-deserved rest. You gathered your handheld bag, stepping off the aircraft with a sense of weariness and anticipation.

As you approached the "Arrivals" section of the quiet airport, you noticed the stark contrast between the calm you expected and the frenzy that awaited you. Despite the ungodly hour, paparazzi had gathered in droves, their cameras flashing incessantly, almost blinding you with their intensity. The cries of “Y/N! Over here! Y/N! Y/N!” pierced the early morning silence, mingling with the shouts of enthusiastic fans who seemed undeterred by the time.

You sighed, mustering a smile for the cameras. It was an experience you had grown accustomed to, yet it never ceased to astonish you how dedicated your fans were, even at such an hour. As you continued to navigate through the cacophony of lights and voices, your mind drifted to the comfort of the hotel room awaiting you.

Suddenly, the chaotic crowd shifted, and out of nowhere, a fan broke through, sprinting towards you with an intensity that caught you off guard. Your heart raced, but before you could react, your personal bodyguard, Gojo, intervened. He stepped in front of the fan with a menacing presence, his cold stare stopping them in their tracks. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, his voice low and threatening.

The fan recoiled, visibly shaken by Gojo’s imposing figure, and quickly retreated back into the crowd. Gojo turned to you, concern etched on his face. "You okay, sir?" he asked, his voice softening as he etched a reassuring smile.

"Y-yes, thank you!" you stammered, bowing slightly as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You were grateful for his protection, though his proximity always seemed to make your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

A van soon arrived to transport you and your group to the hotel. The bodyguards formed a protective circle around you all, ensuring your safe passage into the vehicle. The drive was mercifully short, a brief 30-minute journey that allowed you a moment of respite from the relentless pace of your tour.

Upon reaching the hotel, the sense of exhaustion weighed heavily upon you. The events of the day had drained you more than usual, and all you could think about was the comfort of a bed. The receptionist greeted you with a polite smile, handing over the keycard to your personal room.

You thanked them and made your way to the elevator, your body moving on autopilot. The elevator doors closed, and you leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. The journey to your designated floor felt like an eternity, each second dragging as your mind wandered to thoughts of sleep.

Finally, the doors opened, and you stepped out, navigating the corridor to your room. You swiped the keycard, the door unlocking with a soft click. As you entered, you took in the serene ambiance of the room, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The bed looked inviting, and you could almost feel the soft sheets against your skin.

You set your bag down and took a moment to appreciate the solitude. The tour had been exhilarating, but it had also taken its toll. As you prepared for bed, your thoughts drifted to Gojo’s protective presence and the fleeting moment of connection you felt with him. It was a small comfort amidst the whirlwind of your life, a reminder that even in the chaos, there were moments of genuine human connection.

Finally, you slipped under the covers, letting the exhaustion wash over you. The last thought before you succumbed to sleep was of the final show tomorrow and the promise of rest that lay just beyond it. The world outside could wait; for now, you were content to let the quiet embrace of sleep take you away.

'

You woke up with a sudden woozy feeling, your eyes reluctantly opening to the glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. "3:00 p.m.," you groaned, checking your phone for the time. You stretched, blinked, and smacked your lips as you stared at the blank wall in front of you, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Woof woof!" Your dog, Cherry, whom you managed to bring along despite the hectic schedule of your world tour, barked enthusiastically at you. He wagged his tail back and forth, jumping onto your lap with a joyful energy that brought a smile to your face. You patted his head, feeling the softness of his fur beneath your fingers. "Good morning, Cherry," you murmured, though it was well past noon. "Let's go. I'm so hungry..." You squeezed his cheeks affectionately before getting up and heading out of your room.

Before thinking about food, you decided to freshen up with a shower. Grabbing a towel from the neatly arranged drawer, you made your way to the bathroom. The hot water cascading down your body felt rejuvenating, washing away the exhaustion from your travels and performances. You stood there for a while, letting the steam envelop you, a rare moment of peace in your otherwise hectic life.

Once you were done, you dried off and rummaged through your luggage, looking for something comfortable to wear. Settling on a plain shirt and a pair of black jogging pants, you felt a sense of relief. The casual attire was a stark contrast to the elaborate costumes you wore on stage, and it felt good to just be yourself for a while.

With two days until your next concert, you decided to take it easy and rest. You picked up your phone and thought about how to pass the time. An idea struck you—why not do a livestream on Instagram? It had been a while since you connected with your fans in such a direct way, and it seemed like a good way to unwind.

Setting up the livestream, you watched as the viewer count quickly climbed, reaching 15,000 and still rising. "How's your day?" you read aloud from one of the comments. "Nothing much really, I'm just soooo tired," you chuckled, scrolling through more questions. The familiar 'will you marry me Y/N' and 'are you dating anyone' questions popped up, causing you to smile wryly. It was flattering, but also a bit overwhelming.

"Y/N, what do you think of Kim Chaewon?" another question asked. You raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Hmm, she's nice, I guess. Also, if this is one of your guys' traps, I'm not falling for those anymore." You stared into the camera, your fans admiring you through their screens.

As you continued to interact with your fans, you suddenly heard the sound of your door opening. A wave of panic washed over you. Had someone broken in? How could they have gotten past security? You had sworn you locked the door. Your mind raced with possibilities.

The door opened wider, and you saw a white-haired man kneeling, putting his shoes away. "Babeeee, what do you want to eat? Do you want to get it delivered, or do you wanna go out?" His voice was casual, but it sent a shock through you. You gasped, trying to quickly turn off the livestream, but it was too late.

The comments exploded in a frenzy:

"BABE?????"

"WHO IS THAT 😭😭"

"HE'S DATING SOMEONE!?!?!?!?"

"IT SOUNDS LIKE A GUY"

"OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT BABE MEAN???"

You panicked, letting out a little squeal as you finally managed to turn off the livestream and shut your phone. "GOJO!" you screamed, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What?" he replied, looking at you with a mix of confusion and amusement.

-

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do..." You paced back and forth, muttering the same words over and over, your mind racing. Gojo watched you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You know, it's not half as bad," he said finally. "People will know that you're my property from now on."

"Still! I never wanted them to find out this way..." you sighed, collapsing onto the couch beside him. The weight of the situation settled over you, a mix of anxiety and resignation.

"It'll be okay. No matter what, I'm always with you." He reached out, touching your chin gently before pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back tightly, the comfort of his embrace grounding you.

"Thanks..." you whispered, feeling a sense of calm wash over you despite the chaos that had just erupted.

After a moment, you pulled back, determination in your eyes. "I need to do this right," you said. "I'll post a confession about us dating. It's better than letting rumors spiral out of control."

Gojo nodded, his expression serious. "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone, opening your Instagram app once more. You composed a heartfelt post, explaining how you had been dating your bodyguard, Gojo, for a while and how much he meant to you. You acknowledged that the livestream slip-up wasn't how you wanted to reveal your relationship, but you hoped your fans would understand and support you.

As you hit 'post', a sense of relief washed over you. It was out there now, and there was no turning back. You and Gojo sat together, waiting for the inevitable reactions. Notifications started flooding in almost immediately, a mix of shock, support, and a few inevitable negative comments. But overall, the response was more positive than you had expected.

Your fans, though surprised, expressed their happiness for you, many of them emphasizing their continued support no matter what. It was a heartwarming realization that even in your highly publicized life, there were people who genuinely cared about your happiness.

You turned to Gojo, a smile playing on your lips. "Looks like we're officially out in the open now," you said.

He grinned back, squeezing your hand. "About time," he replied. "Now, about that food—I'm starving."

You laughed, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Let's get something delivered. I think we've had enough excitement for one day."

As you placed the order, you felt a sense of peace. The world knew about your relationship, and while it wasn't how you planned, it felt good to no longer hide. With Gojo by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges came your way. And with a concert in two days, you had plenty to focus on. But for now, you were content to enjoy a quiet evening together, knowing that no matter what, you had each other.

[kira-dofc]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓸 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・���・

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・❥・

A night to remember

𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・❥・

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Gojo and Geto x Nerd! Male reader

𝓢𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・❥・

Mafia boss! Sukuna x Male Reader

𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓸 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・❥・

Gojo and Geto x Nerd! Male reader

𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ・❥・

Rich Fanboy! Nanami x Cosplayer! Male reader

[kira-dofc]

Chapter 5 Say my name and everything just stops

7:00 a.m. The first rays of sunshine filtered through the curtains of Kuroo's room, painting the space in a gentle, golden hue. You blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes to clear the remnants of sleep. Slowly, you sat up and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, letting them dangle for a moment as you gathered the will to stand. Stretching your arms over your head, you could feel the stiffness from the previous day melt away. With a deep breath, you finally rose and padded out of the room, your footsteps soft against the polished wooden floor.

Descending the stairs, you noticed a tall figure moving purposefully towards the kitchen. As you reached the bottom step, an enticing aroma wafted through the air, instantly awakening your senses and making your stomach rumble in anticipation. Following the delicious scent, you entered the kitchen and found Yunah bustling around, a cheerful hum accompanying her movements.

"Oh, you're awake! Good morning, how'd you sleep?" Yunah greeted you warmly, her smile bright as she expertly flipped a pancake in the pan.

"I slept well, thank you," you replied, the drowsiness in your voice gradually dissipating. "What are you cooking? It smells amazing."

Yunah's grin widened as she glanced at you. "Well, I decided to cook breakfast for us since you're here. It's rare for us to have guests stay over, especially you! Plus, I don't have anything pressing to do today, so I figured, why not?" She shrugged nonchalantly before turning her attention back to the stove.

You were aware that the household had maids who typically handled the cooking, but Yunah's enthusiasm was infectious. You offered to help, stepping closer, but she quickly waved you off. "Oh! No, just sit over there," she instructed, pointing to a chair placed perfectly near the island table. "I'll handle everything."

Reluctantly, you complied, moving towards the chair and sitting down. You watched as Yunah moved with practiced ease, her actions almost like a well-rehearsed dance. Your gaze then shifted as Kuroo entered the kitchen, his hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. He sat down in front of you, his expression a mix of reluctance and resignation.

"Good morning," you mumbled, offering a small smile. "How was your sleep?"

"Good, I guess..." Kuroo replied, his voice trailing off as he avoided your eyes, his discomfort palpable.

Before the silence could stretch into awkwardness, Yunah approached the table, balancing plates laden with pancakes, sunny-side-up eggs, and crispy bacon. She set them down with a flourish, then took a seat beside Kuroo, immediately digging into her breakfast.

"Uh, so... Y/n, I asked your dad if you can come out with us today," Yunah announced cheerfully between bites. "Since it's still the weekend, I thought it would be fun to do something together!"

You nodded, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "That sounds great. Where are you planning to go? I can drive us there."

Yunah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Well, I was thinking we could go to the amusement park. Also, Kuroo, you're coming too," she added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Kuroo, who had been lazily pushing his food around on his plate, suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. "What? What gave you that idea? I have plans today—" he began, his voice rising in protest.

Yunah cut him off with a determined look. "You don't have a choice. I cancelled all your plans for today! Plus, we need to spend time together. You're my brother too, after all!" Her words were firm, but her grin was teasing, her affection for her brother evident.

Kuroo's expression shifted from surprise to frustration. "You what? Yunah, you can't just—" he started to shout, his voice echoing in the kitchen.

Yunah remained unfazed, her grin widening. "I can and I did. It's settled. We're all going to the amusement park, and that's final."

As Kuroo continued to argue, his voice rising with each word, you quietly resumed eating, slicing into your pancake with deliberate slowness. The taste was as delightful as the smell, and you couldn't help but savor each bite. The contrast between the heated argument and the serene act of eating made for a peculiar, almost surreal breakfast experience.

Yunah finally turned her attention back to you, her expression softening. "Y/n, I know it's a bit sudden, but I promise it will be fun. We haven't had a chance to hang out in a while, and there's so much I want to show you at the park."

You smiled, appreciating her enthusiasm. "I'm looking forward to it, Yunah. It sounds like a perfect way to spend the day."

Kuroo, still grumbling, finally relented with a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll come. But I'm not happy about it," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of defiance.

Yunah's laughter filled the room, light and carefree. "You'll thank me later, Kuroo. Trust me."

The rest of breakfast passed with a lively conversation, mostly driven by Yunah's infectious energy. Even Kuroo, despite his initial reluctance, couldn't help but be drawn into the banter. The prospect of a day filled with adventure and laughter began to take shape, promising a memorable outing that none of you would soon forget.

As you all finished eating and began to clear the table, the anticipation for the day's events grew. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the house and setting the perfect backdrop for the adventure that awaited you at the amusement park.

-

As you made your way to the bathroom, your thoughts focused on the refreshing shower awaiting you. However, your path was suddenly blocked by a familiar figure. Kuroo stood there, holding out an outfit towards you. "Here, you can borrow this," he said in a nonchalant tone. "Make sure to bring it back though, that ain't for free."

You nodded in response, accepting the clothes. "Thanks, Kuroo," you said, appreciating the gesture. With the outfit in hand, you continued to the bathroom, ready to get cleaned up for the day ahead.

After a rejuvenating shower, you dressed in the borrowed clothes. The outfit fit well, and you were pleased with the look. Now ready, you waited for the others to finish getting ready. You didn't have to wait long before you saw Kuroo emerge from his room. He walked over and stood beside you, his posture mirroring your own as you both waited for Yunah.

The silence between you and Kuroo felt thick and uncomfortable, pressing in on you with each passing second. You glanced at him, and he seemed just as uneasy. To break the tension, Kuroo finally spoke, his voice a low mumble. "So... you like sports?"

Relieved by the attempt at conversation, you nodded. "Yeah, same as you, I guess. I play volleyball."

Kuroo's eyes lit up with a hint of interest. "Cool," he said, though the awkwardness still lingered in his tone.

Just then, you heard a door open. Both of you turned to see Yunah stepping out of her room, dressed to impress. She twirled slightly, causing the ruffles on her skirt to fan out. "So, how do I look?" she asked with a playful smile.

Kuroo's response was immediate and teasing. "Ugly as always. Come on, let's go."

Yunah pouted and playfully punched his arm. "Hey, take that back! I look pretty, don't you think, Y/n?"

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment before responding. "Yeah, I guess... I'll go open the car," you said, hoping to diffuse the playful tension and feeling slightly awkward under the scrutiny.

As you headed outside, Yunah's exasperated voice followed you. "Not you too! Ugh..." she groaned, but her tone was light-hearted.

You couldn't help but smile at their sibling banter. Reaching the car, you unlocked it and opened the door, letting the fresh morning air wash over you. The anticipation of the day ahead grew stronger, filling you with a sense of excitement.

Kuroo and Yunah soon joined you at the car. Kuroo was still wearing a smirk from their earlier exchange, while Yunah continued to grumble playfully under her breath about being called ugly. You could see the close bond they shared, even through the teasing.

As you all piled into the car, the atmosphere began to lighten. Yunah's excitement was contagious, and even Kuroo seemed more relaxed. You started the engine, ready to embark on the adventure that awaited at the amusement park. The car ride promised to be filled with laughter, conversations, and perhaps even more teasing as the three of you headed towards a day of fun and memories.

-

As you drove towards your destination, the excitement in the car was palpable. The conversation buzzed with anticipation and the occasional joke, the city gradually giving way to the sprawling complex of the amusement park. The sight of towering rides and colorful attractions loomed in the distance, drawing closer with each passing moment.

You finally arrived, the car pulling into a bustling parking lot filled with families, groups of friends, and thrill-seekers of all ages. You found a spot and parked, and the three of you stepped out, immediately enveloped by the lively atmosphere. The sounds of laughter, distant screams from rides, and cheerful music filled the air, enhancing the thrill of the adventure that lay ahead.

After securing your tickets, you moved towards the entrance gates. The excitement was written all over Yunah's face, her eyes wide with anticipation. Kuroo, on the other hand, tried to maintain a more composed demeanor, but you could see the spark of excitement in his eyes as well.

Once through the gates, Yunah turned to you both, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "So, what do you guys want to do first?" she asked, her eyes darting around, trying to take in all the possibilities at once.

You scanned the park, taking in the array of attractions, before your eyes landed on a particularly imposing roller coaster in the distance. It was unlike any other roller coaster you had seen, towering high above the park, with steep drops and twists that seemed to defy gravity. Without hesitation, you pointed towards it. "Let's go to that roller coaster," you suggested, your voice filled with excitement.

Both Yunah and Kuroo followed your gaze, their eyes widening as they took in the sheer scale of the ride. The roller coaster was massive, its tracks looping and spiraling in ways that made their stomachs flip just looking at it. Yunah gulped, her initial excitement wavering. "Maybe we should think about this," she began, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Sensing their apprehension, you decided to play your trump card. You turned to them, eyes wide and pleading, giving them the most imploring look you could muster, like a lost kitten begging for a home. "Please...?" you asked, your voice soft and hopeful.

Yunah's resolve melted almost instantly. She sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Aw, fine," she conceded, her playful tone returning. "But if we’re doing this, we better get in line before it gets any longer."

With that, the three of you made your way towards the towering roller coaster. As you approached, the structure seemed to grow even more intimidating, the sounds of its riders' screams and the clatter of the cars on the tracks filling the air. The line was already starting to build, but you managed to find a spot without too much of a wait.

Standing in line, the anticipation grew. You could feel the excitement mixed with a bit of nervous energy. Yunah fidgeted slightly, glancing up at the towering heights of the ride. "I can't believe we're doing this," she muttered, half to herself, half to you.

Kuroo, attempting to maintain his cool demeanor, looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "You really like these kinds of rides, huh?" he asked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, there's just something about the thrill, the rush of adrenaline," you explained. "It's like nothing else."

The line moved steadily, bringing you closer to the front. As you waited, you chatted about the different rides and attractions you wanted to try next. Yunah's initial nervousness began to fade, replaced by the excitement of the day's possibilities.

Finally, it was your turn to board the roller coaster. You climbed into the car, pulling down the safety harness and securing yourself in. Yunah and Kuroo settled in beside you, their expressions a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement.

As the ride started its slow ascent up the first hill, the three of you exchanged glances, a shared thrill in your eyes. The click-clack of the chains pulling you higher echoed around you, the ground dropping away as you climbed. Reaching the peak, you took in the breathtaking view of the entire park spread out below, just for a moment before the descent began.

The roller coaster plunged, the wind rushing past as you hurtled downwards, the track twisting and turning in exhilarating loops and spirals. The screams of excitement and pure joy from you, Yunah, and even Kuroo filled the air, mingling with the ride’s own roaring sounds.

-

"Ok, we're never going there again," Yunah declared, her voice still shaky from the intense experience. She clung to her stomach, attempting to steady her breathing as you exited the roller coaster. Despite her bold declaration, a small smile hinted at the corners of her mouth, betraying the exhilaration she felt.

It was currently 1:00 p.m., the sun high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling amusement park. The morning had been thrilling, but your stomachs were now reminding you that it was time for a break. As you surveyed the park for your next adventure, Yunah voiced a suggestion. "Hey, why don't we eat first?"

Kuroo nodded in agreement, his usual calm demeanor returning. "Okay, I am pretty hungry as well."

You also nodded, feeling the growl of your own stomach. The three of you wandered through the park, the enticing aromas of various food stalls mixing with the sweet scent of cotton candy and popcorn. Finally, your eyes landed on a quaint burger place with a retro vibe. Its neon sign flickered invitingly, promising delicious comfort food.

Inside, the atmosphere was lively but cozy. Booths lined the walls, and a jukebox in the corner played classic hits that added to the nostalgic charm. You found a booth near the window, giving you a perfect view of the park's main thoroughfare where families and friends bustled about, enjoying their day.

A friendly waitress approached, taking your orders with a smile. "I'll have a double cheeseburger with fries," Kuroo ordered, his eyes lighting up at the thought of a hearty meal. Yunah followed suit, opting for a chicken sandwich with a side of onion rings. You chose a classic bacon burger, paired with a refreshing soda to wash it all down.

As you waited for your food, the three of you chatted about the roller coaster ride, sharing your favorite moments and reliving the thrilling drops and twists. Despite Yunah's initial fear, she couldn't deny the rush she had felt, and her laughter rang out as she recounted her reactions during the ride.

-

As the evening settled over the amusement park, casting a veil of darkness punctuated by colorful lights, the atmosphere took on a magical quality. It was almost time to bid farewell to the thrilling rides and lively crowds, but Yunah had one last suggestion before you left.

"Hey, why don't we go on the Ferris wheel? One last ride before we go?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You and Kuroo exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement. The Ferris wheel seemed like the perfect way to end the day, offering a serene and peaceful experience amidst the bustling excitement of the park.

Joining the queue, you waited patiently for your turn to ride. The line moved steadily, and soon it was your group's turn to hop into one of the gondolas. However, as you stepped forward, you felt a sudden push from behind. Turning around, you saw Yunah standing there, a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'll be on the second one, you guys have fun!" she declared, her laughter echoing as the doors closed between you.

Now alone with Kuroo in the gondola, a palpable tension filled the air. You took a seat beside him, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in your chest. The Ferris wheel began its slow ascent, the ground falling away beneath you as you rose higher into the night sky.

The view from the top was breathtaking, the twinkling lights of the park and the surrounding city stretching out before you like a sea of stars. You couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

"So... uhh..." Kuroo spoke, his voice uncertain, "I...I, never mind." He trailed off, looking away awkwardly.

You sat in silence for a moment, the awkwardness between you palpable. It was clear that Kuroo was struggling to find the right words, and you couldn't blame him. The atmosphere felt charged with unspoken emotions, leaving both of you feeling uncertain and vulnerable.

As the gondola reached the peak of the Ferris wheel, you rested your arms on the chair, gazing out at the breathtaking view below. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and untold feelings.

Then, unexpectedly, you felt a hand rest on top of yours. Startled, you looked up to see Kuroo, his face flushed with embarrassment but his eyes sincere as they met yours. He leaned closer to you, and you mirrored his movement, drawn inexplicably towards him.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath mingling with yours in the confined space of the gondola. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of shared intimacy.

"Y/n..."

Everything surrounding both of you suddenly just stopped, as if time did as well. You could feel your heart beat every second, blood rushing through your veins,

His voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed loudly in your ears, drowning out the sounds of the bustling park below. You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest, as you leaned closer, your lips almost touching...

But before the moment could fully unfold, the door of the gondola opened, startling you both back to reality. You hastily pulled away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you stepped out onto solid ground.

"Wooh, that was boring," Yunah exclaimed as she emerged from the gondola behind you, oblivious to the tension that had filled the air moments earlier. "Come on, let's go."

Relieved by the interruption, you followed Yunah out of the park, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease that had settled over you. Climbing into the car, you started the engine and headed back to their home, the events of the evening swirling in your mind.

Once you arrived at their home, you joined Yunah in bidding goodbye to your sister. As you prepared to leave, you felt a tug on your shirt, turning to see Kuroo standing there, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, uhh... call me when you have time. Bye, I guess..." he mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours as he turned away and headed back towards the house.

You watched him go, feeling a rush of emotions swirling inside you. As you got into your car and drove away, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Kuroo, leaving you both with more questions than answers. - Notes: I'll be making a master list after this but OMG this chapter's too much for me its so... Also the title's Taylor referenced if your curious if that came from a lyric <3 Word count: 3200

[kira-dofc]

Chapter 4 You Worried?

"Y/n," Yunah began, her voice trembling slightly. "This is a lot to take in. I always wondered if I had any family out there, but I never expected this. I know for a fact that I don't know much of my past, but this is still confusing me."

"I know," you replied, your own voice heavy with emotion. "It's a lot to process, but please, I just wanted to see if you're okay. You're the only family I have after that incident."

Yunah raised an eyebrow in question, "Incident?"

You took a deep breath and began to recount the traumatic event. "Our parents died, and our house burnt down. I was still inside there, but luckily I got out. Unfortunately, I lost some of my memories. I can only recall the fire blazing around me and the times when we used to play ball together. You also got out, but you were lying on the floor when I last saw you."

Yunah glanced at Kuroo, who stood beside her with a dark expression. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, clearly unimpressed. "Yunah," he said, his voice low and hard, "maybe we should take things slowly. Sure, you forgot your past, but that doesn't give you a reason to trust this guy right away. We hardly know him, and who knows what's lurking in that damned mind of his."

"That's enough, Kuroo," Yunah said, a small frown forming on her lips. "He's just trying to reconnect."

But Kuroo wasn't having it. He stepped forward, his posture aggressive. "You don't understand, Yunah. This isn't just some reunion. This guy shows up out of nowhere, claiming to be your brother, and you just believe him? What if he's lying? What if he's here to hurt you?"

You raised your hands defensively. "I understand your concern, Kuroo. But I swear, I just want to reconnect with my sister. I don't mean any harm."

"Don't mean any harm?" Kuroo spat. "You think just saying that makes everything okay? How do we know you're not some kind of threat? How do we know you're even telling the truth?"

"Kuroo, please," Yunah pleaded. "I need to figure this out on my own. You don't have to be so hostile."

"Hostile?" Kuroo's voice rose. "You don't know what hostile is. I care about you, Yunah. I'm not going to let some stranger waltz in and turn your life upside down."

"I get it," you said, trying to stay calm despite Kuroo's anger. "I understand why you're protective of Yunah. But I'm not a stranger. I'm her brother, and I just want to be a part of her life again."

Kuroo glared at you, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Fine. But one step out of line, and you know what's going to happen to you."

"I understand," you replied, meeting his gaze. "I just want to take things slowly and get to know Yunah again."

Kuroo snorted, clearly unconvinced. "We'll see about that. I'm watching you, and if I see even the slightest hint of trouble, you're out of here."

"I'm sorry about him," Yunah said, her tone apologetic as she looked at you. "He can be cranky at times, but he's a nice person underneath it all."

"'Nice' isn't in his vocabulary, I guess," you whispered to yourself, barely audible.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and emotions. You both stood there, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, each lost in your thoughts. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. Finding Yunah had been a monumental task, and now that she was here in front of you, it felt almost surreal. You were desperate to connect with her, to fill the void that had been left by the loss of your parents and the fragmentary nature of your memories.

Yunah, on the other hand, seemed overwhelmed by the sudden revelation of having a brother she never knew existed. The look in her eyes betrayed a deep-seated confusion and a yearning for clarity. She glanced at Kuroo again, seeking his silent approval and support. Kuroo, ever the protective figure, stood with his arms crossed, his gaze never leaving you. There was a fierceness in his eyes that spoke volumes about his determination to shield Yunah from any potential harm.

"I understand if you need some space," you said, breaking the silence. "It's a lot to take in all at once. I don't want to pressure you into anything. I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," Yunah replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your patience. This is just... a lot."

"Take all the time you need," you reiterated. "There's no rush."

Yunah nodded, looking down at her feet as she processed everything. The room seemed to close in on you, the weight of the past pressing down heavily. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This wasn't how you had imagined your reunion with Yunah, but you had to remind yourself that these things took time. Building a relationship, especially one based on a fractured past, was a delicate process.

Kuroo cleared his throat, drawing your attention. "Look, Y/n," he began, his tone slightly softer but still firm. "I get that you're trying to do the right thing here, but you need to understand that Yunah's been through a lot. She's got a life here, friends, people who care about her. You can't just waltz in and expect everything to fall into place."

"I understand," you replied, meeting his gaze. "I'm not here to disrupt her life. I just want to be a part of it, in whatever capacity she feels comfortable with."

Kuroo nodded, though his expression remained guarded. "Good. Just remember that we're watching out for her."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," you said, offering a small, tentative smile. "She deserves to be protected."

The conversation began to wind down, and you could feel the exhaustion setting in. It had been an emotionally draining encounter, but you were grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with Yunah. You just hoped that, in time, she would come to see you as the brother you wanted to be for her.

"We should get going," Yunah said finally, glancing at Kuroo for confirmation. "I need some time to think about all of this."

"Of course," you replied. "Take care, Yunah. And thank you for listening."

"Goodbye, Y/n," she said softly. "I'll be in touch."

You watched as Yunah and Kuroo walked away, their figures disappearing into the distance. The air felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was just the beginning of a long journey, and you were determined to see it through, no matter how challenging it might be.

As you made your way back home, you couldn't help but replay the encounter in your mind. There was so much more you wanted to say, so many questions left unanswered. But for now, you had to be patient. Rebuilding a relationship, especially one fractured by time and trauma, required time and understanding. You were willing to give Yunah all the space she needed, even if it meant waiting in uncertainty.

When you finally reached your home, you sank into a chair, feeling the weight of the day's events. You were filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Finding Yunah had been a step in the right direction, but there was still a long road ahead. You were ready to take that journey, one step at a time, and hopefully, one day, you would find the family you had lost.

For now, all you could do was wait and hope that Yunah would find it in her heart to let you in. The future was uncertain, but you were determined to face it with courage and resilience. After all, family was worth fighting for, no matter how difficult the path might be.

-

You planned to see your sister on weekends, to get to know more of each other. You invited her to go to a restaurant near their place, and she luckily agreed.

-

You picked Yunah up from her house, then drove to a rather classy and glamorous restaurant. It was much fancier than the usual places you frequented, but sometimes that's what people with money did—waste it on small portions of extravagant food.

"This place looks expensive," Yunah mumbled as you both stepped inside, taking in the opulent decor and soft lighting.

"It's on me, don't worry about it," you replied with a reassuring smile.

"So, how's life with your new family?" Yunah questioned as you settled into your seats.

"It's fine, I guess. I don't really miss our family since I never got to spend much time with them, but I still do in a way. Part of me thinks that you're still special to me," you said, your voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and hope.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way because it's the same for me. I love my adoptive family, but I want to get to know you again," she said, her eyes earnest. "Mind if I ask, how old are you?"

"I'm 18, turning 19 next month," you replied.

"What? I'm way older than you then. I'm 21!" she said with a tone of excitement.

"It was obvious, you look old," you remarked with a playful smirk.

Yunah's eyes widened in mock outrage, and she started screaming at you for the words you had spoken. "How dare you! I do not look old! Take that back!"

Before you could respond, a sudden female figure walked up to your table. "Hey Y/n, fancy seeing you here!" she exclaimed.

A surprising look came upon your face as you recognized Sana, a friend of yours, who seemed genuinely excited to see you.

"Not the time, Sana. Get lost," you said bluntly, trying to focus on your time with Yunah.

"No need to be feisty! Fine, I will. See you tomorrow, honey!" she teased with a playful wink before walking away.

"Your girlfriend?" Yunah asked with a smirk on her face.

"Ugh, no. I'd rather die," you replied, rolling your eyes.

Yunah laughed at your reaction, and the mood lightened considerably. As the evening progressed, the two of you continued to talk and laugh, sharing stories and memories. Despite the initial awkwardness, you found that you enjoyed her company and the opportunity to reconnect.

After finishing your meals, you both started to leave the restaurant. The conversation continued as you walked to the car, filled with the excitement and nervousness of rebuilding a sibling relationship.

-

As you and Yunah headed to your car, you were suddenly startled by a man standing in front of you, brandishing a knife. His eyes glinted maliciously as he sneered at you. "Hey, give me your money, and I might as well touch your girl while I'm at it," the man smirked, his voice dripping with menace.

Your heart pounded, but you didn't let fear show. "Yunah, move," you ordered, your voice steady and firm. "I'll handle this."

-

Yunah hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with fear, but she obeyed, stepping back to give you space.

The man lunged at you with the knife, aiming for your midsection. You managed to sidestep just in time, his blade slicing through the air where you had been standing. You grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted it sharply, forcing him to drop the weapon with a grunt of pain.

He retaliated quickly, swinging his other fist toward your face. You ducked, feeling the rush of air as his fist narrowly missed your head. You countered with a punch to his gut, making him double over in pain. The man was tough, though, and he quickly recovered, charging at you with renewed aggression.

You blocked his wild punches, your arms absorbing the impact. Each hit sent a jolt of pain through your body, but you stood your ground. With a surge of adrenaline, you delivered a swift kick to his knee, causing him to stumble. Taking advantage of his momentary imbalance, you landed a solid punch to his jaw, followed by another to his ribs.

The man let out a pained grunt, but he wasn't finished yet. He grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and threw it in your face. You flinched, momentarily blinded, and he seized the opportunity to tackle you to the ground. You felt the sharp sting of the pavement against your back as he pinned you down, his fists raining down on you.

Gritting your teeth, you used all your strength to roll over, reversing your positions. Now on top, you delivered a barrage of punches to his face and torso, each one fueled by the need to protect Yunah and yourself. The man struggled beneath you, but your determination and anger gave you the upper hand.

After what felt like an eternity, the man finally stopped fighting. He lay on the ground, bruised and unconscious from the beating you had given him. You stood up, breathing heavily, and wiped the blood from your face with the back of your hand. Pain radiated from your wounds, but you didn't let it show.

"God, Y/n, you're bleeding!" Yunah exclaimed, rushing to your side. Her eyes were wide with worry as she looked at the stab wound on your side and the bruises forming on your face.

"It's just a scratch," you said with a grunt, trying to downplay the severity of your injuries. "Come on, I'll get you home."

"But what are we doing with the guy? Leave him here?" Yunah questioned, glancing nervously at the unconscious man.

"Yes, I called the police. They can handle the rest," you replied, trying to sound reassuring despite the pain coursing through your body.

You got into your car, wincing as you moved. Every movement sent sharp stabs of pain through your body, but you ignored it. Yunah climbed into the passenger seat, still looking worried.

The drive to Yunah's home was quiet, the tension from the fight lingering in the air. You focused on the road, trying to keep your mind off the pain and the blood slowly seeping through your clothes. Yunah kept glancing at you, her concern evident.

As you pulled up to her house, you turned to Yunah and managed a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine," you said, though the strain in your voice betrayed your words.

"Thank you, Y/n," Yunah said softly, her eyes glistening with unwashed tears. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here."

"Don't mention it," you replied, your voice gentle despite the pain. "I'm just glad you're safe."

-

"Do you need help?" Yunah exclaimed, her voice filled with worry as she looked at you.

"No, I'll just come inside for a moment," you groaned, feeling the sharp pain where you had been stabbed. She opened the door to her house, and as you stepped inside, you were met with the sight of a familiar tall figure, clearly very worried about Yunah.

Kuroo's eyes widened in shock at the sight of your state, but his concern was directed at Yunah. "What the hell happened? Yunah, are you okay? What did this bastard do?" he demanded, his voice tense with worry.

"Relax, Kuroo. He just fought some creep while we were going back to his car," Yunah replied, trying to calm him down. "It's Y/n you should be worried about right now. He's all bruised up, and he even got stabbed!"

Kuroo scoffed but softened slightly. "Come on, I'll go treat your wounds. I guess. Don't get any other ideas," he said bluntly, turning and walking towards a room. You followed him, your steps heavy with exhaustion and pain.

Once inside, you noticed the room looked like an office of some sort, with a desk, medical supplies, and various items neatly arranged. "Sit here," Kuroo instructed, pointing to a seat next to him.

You sat down with a groan, feeling the pain intensify as you moved. "Stay still," Kuroo said firmly as he began to assess your wounds. "How did you even get stabbed? Damn, that's deep. Do you want to go to a hospital? I think you need some professionals."

"I'll be fine," you said, a small smile forming on your face despite the pain. "You worried about me, Kuroo?"

Kuroo blushed at your words and looked away, clearly flustered. "What!? I— SHUT UP!" he snapped, throwing the cotton ball he was holding in irritation. He turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, but the movement caused another wave of pain to wash over you, making you groan again. "You’re pretty funny when you’re flustered, Kuroo," you managed to say through the pain.

"Who the hell told you to move? I'm not done," Kuroo yelled, his tone exasperated but tinged with concern. He continued to clean and bandage your wounds with surprising care, despite his brusque demeanor.

As he worked, you noticed Yunah hovering nearby, her eyes filled with concern. "Thank you, Kuroo," she said softly. "I really appreciate this."

Kuroo grumbled something under his breath but didn't respond directly. Instead, he focused on finishing the task at hand. "This should hold for now, but you need to take it easy," he said, finally stepping back. "And you should definitely see a doctor to make sure there's no serious damage."

"Thanks, Kuroo," you said sincerely, feeling a bit more at ease now that your wounds were tended to.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the gratitude. "Just don’t go getting yourself stabbed again."

Yunah smiled at the exchange, feeling a sense of relief now that you were taken care of. "I'm glad you're okay, Y/n. You were really brave out there."

"It was nothing," you replied modestly. "I just did what I had to do."

Kuroo rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, his way of acknowledging your bravery without making a big deal out of it. "You should get some rest," he said instead. "Both of you."

"Agreed," Yunah said, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "Come on, Y/n. I'll make sure you get home safely—wait, what if you stay here for the night?"

"It's okay, I don't want to be a burden to you guys, taking care of me and all of that," you mumbled, feeling guilty about imposing.

"No, really it's okay! I can contact your dad," Yunah said, while Kuroo shot her a glance, clearly against the idea. But her determination won out as she went ahead and made the call anyway.

"Good news! Your dad said yes, but he said you should go back by afternoon tomorrow," she announced with a tone of excitement.

"Sure, but where do I sleep?" you questioned, eager to find an answer and not wanting to make things difficult.

Kuroo then replied, "Where else? On the cou—"

"In Kuroo's room! You can share!" Yunah cut him off, her voice filled with cheerful authority. Kuroo's face turned a shade of red as he tried to protest, but her decision was final.

Of course, by all means, Kuroo was in shock, trying to cancel what his sister suggested. "Yunah, seriously—"

But in the end, you still ended up in his room. "I can sleep on the floor if that's what you want," you offered, trying to be considerate despite your condition.

"No, sleep in the bed. You're hurt," he said in a small voice, blushing slightly.

"Are you sur—?"

"Just get in before I change my mind!" he blushed while looking away, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and concern. "I sleep on this side, and you on the other."

You nodded in response and carefully laid on the bed, trying to avoid aggravating your injuries. As the lights were turned off, you smiled to yourself, feeling a strange warmth from Kuroo's concern. Despite his rough exterior, he clearly cared.

You could hear Kuroo's breathing next to you, and the proximity was oddly comforting. "Thanks, Kuroo," you whispered into the darkness, unsure if he could hear you.

"Just shut up and sleep," he mumbled back, his voice softer than usual.

You closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day's events wash over you. The pain was still there, but it was manageable now, especially with the knowledge that you were safe and being cared for.

The night passed peacefully, with you drifting in and out of sleep, comforted by the presence of your newfound family. You dreamed of the earlier fight, the adrenaline, and the fear, but now it was interspersed with the warmth of Yunah and Kuroo's concern. A/n: The brain juice is done I think have none anymore :(( I still will be posting and probably be posting updates so dw! Word count: 3300

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Chapter 3 Stepsis..?

The school day at Nekoma High had come to an end, and the opportunity to find your long-lost sister had finally arrived. The excitement and anxiety bubbling within you were palpable as you quickly left the cozy cafe where you had been biding your time. You made a beeline for the gates of Nekoma High School, a sense of urgency driving your every step. The information you had suggested that your sister was a student in class 3-5, and you clung to this hope with all your might.

You positioned yourself strategically in the long, eerie hallway outside her classroom, knowing it would soon be filled with the bustling crowds of students eager to leave. Your heart raced as you anxiously scanned each face, searching for any sign of familiarity. The seconds stretched into minutes, and the minutes seemed to drag on for hours.

By 4:00 p.m., the hallway had emptied, and the last of the students had drifted away, leaving you standing alone in the now silent corridor. Your shoulders sagged with the weight of disappointment. Had you missed her? Was she even here today? These questions swirled in your mind, amplifying your sense of defeat.

Just as you were about to give up and leave, a teacher passed through the hall. She seemed preoccupied, but you decided to take a chance and approached her with a hopeful heart.

"Excuse me, miss," you called out, pointing to the classroom where your sister was supposedly assigned. "Are you the homeroom teacher for this class?"

"Yes, I am," she replied, her curiosity piqued by your sudden inquiry. "Why do you ask?"

"May I ask if Yunah Hirai is here today?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

The teacher looked at you sympathetically and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but Yunah isn't in school today."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down, the sense of defeat weighing heavily on you. "Oh, thank you for your help," you said, bowing politely before turning to walk away. The sadness in your eyes was unmistakable.

As you walked alongside your friend, F/n, he noticed the sorrow etched on your face. He had been with you through thick and thin, and he hated seeing you like this. Trying to lift your spirits, he suggested with a smirk, "Hey, I know something that might cheer you up! Since you're so addicted to volleyball, why don't we watch the team practice? It's a win-win for you—you get to see hot guys and enjoy some volleyball at the same time!"

You shot him a cold stare, your frustration evident. "Shut your mouth, or I'll kick you out of the team," you retorted. But after a moment, you softened. "But I guess watching them practice won't hurt."

Seeing the flicker of interest in your eyes, F/n's face lit up with anticipation. With that, the two of you headed towards the gym, hoping that a little distraction might help lighten your heavy heart. -

The gym doors were surprisingly open as you approached, their worn handles inviting curiosity rather than resistance. You pushed them gently and peeked through the narrow gap, your eyes immediately drawn to the sea of red-clad players moving in coordinated chaos. The rhythmic thumping of the volleyballs, interspersed with the sharp commands of the coach, filled the cavernous space with a kind of vibrant life.

As you scanned the gym, your gaze settled on a familiar figure. Amidst the activity, there stood a blonde student, his presence unmistakable. You had spoken with him earlier that day. He spotted you from across the room, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of recognition.

"Hey, Y/n," he called out, weaving his way through the throng of players. "You're still here. I forgot to ask you earlier, why were you here anyway?"

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of the day's fruitless search pressing heavily on you. "I was looking for someone," you finally replied, your voice tinged with the disappointment you couldn't quite hide.

"May I ask who?" he inquired, his curiosity evident.

"My sister," you said, the simple statement carrying a world of complexity.

"What's her name? How did she end up here?" he asked, his interest piqued by the mystery.

"She goes by Yunah Hirai now. She was adopted by a Japanese couple. Our past is too complicated to explain," you replied, the pain of your shared history evident in your tone.

Kenma's eyes widened in surprise. "Yunah? I've heard that name before. Wait, that's Kuroo's sister."

Your eyes squinted in confusion. "Who?"

"The guy you saw earlier in the cafe," he clarified.

You jolted at the mention of him. "Him? Heh, this girl has no taste," you thought to yourself, your annoyance evident as you looked away to avoid eye contact.

"Kenma, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be practicing, not chatting with some stranger. Let's go," a sudden voice interrupted. Startled, you looked up to see a slightly taller male approaching. "Who is this, anyway?" he asked, his irritation clear.

"Well, he's the one and only son of the richest man in all of Japan! He's the son of—" F/n began to explain, only to be cut off by your annoyed interruption.

"Let's go. I don't have time for rude bastards," you declared, turning away and starting to walk off.

Your attempt to leave was abruptly halted by a tug on your shirt. The taller male grabbed your collar, pulling you back. "Listen here, you don't know who I am, and you start insulting me? You don't know what you're getting into," he said angrily.

"I'm not repeating myself. But to stoop to your level, I don't have time for your nonsense. You started it," you retorted, the tension between you palpable.

Suddenly, you felt a punch to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. The unexpected blow was strong, and you tasted blood in your mouth. "Why the hell are you even here? What’s your problem, huh?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with anger.

F/n, looking worried, chimed in, "Okay, I think coming to the gym wasn't a good idea after all..."

"Don't bring Yunah into this, you little shit," he screamed at you, causing the entire gym to fall silent. All eyes were now on you.

"Why? Hate to break it to you, but you're not even her real brother," you shot back, pushing away his arms that were still holding onto your shirt. You brushed off the creases and looked at him defiantly. "Listen, I don't have time for you, but I have time for her. Where does she live?"

"Why the hell would I tell you that? Who the fuck are you? I ain't letting anyone near her," he snarled, his grip tightening.

"Who gave you that idea? I'm no serial sexist. I'm her brother, for God's sake," you blurted out, your frustration boiling over.

"Last I checked, she doesn’t have a brother—except me. Stop acting innocent. What do you want?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.

"You're not giving without a fight, I see," you muttered, dropping your bag and stepping closer to him.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Y/n, don't do this. This wouldn't be good for the school's reputation. If word gets out, you might even get kicked off the team. You're the best player we have!" F/n pleaded, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving without answers. Let me handle this," you insisted, your determination unwavering.

Turning back to Kuroo, you said, "Tell me where she is, or you could end up with bruises."

"You can come with me, but trust me, I wouldn't do anything to harm your 'sister'," he replied reluctantly, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"Ugh, people can be so arrogant. Fine, but don't expect any special treatment from me. You still have to wait until I'm done with training," he muttered angrily under his breath before walking back into the gym with Kenma.

"Y/n, want to come inside?" Kenma offered, his voice softer, an attempt to defuse the tension.

"No, I'm fine here, anything just to keep me away from that shit." you responded, deciding to wait outside. You watched as volleyballs flew over the net and boys performed countless push-ups throughout the gym. The scene was both mesmerizing and a painful reminder of the sibling connection you sought to reclaim.

The minutes ticked by slowly. Each passing moment filled with the noise of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, the sound of the volleyballs being struck, and the coaches' shouts. It was a world you were familiar with, yet it felt distant and unreachable at this moment.

By 5:30 p.m., the practice finally wound down. The players began to clean up the gym, their exhaustion evident as they wiped sweat from their brows and gathered their gear. One by one, they filed out, casting curious glances in your direction. Kuroo was the last to leave, his steps purposeful as he approached you.

"Come on, let's go. We're walking," he said urgently.

"No, we're not. I have my car with me. Just tell me where to go," you insisted, unwilling to relinquish control.

"Saves me from losing a leg. Fine," he agreed grudgingly.

"Who's driving?" Kuroo asked as you approached the car.

"Me," you replied curtly.

Everyone got into the car, the tension hanging thick in the air. You started the engine and pulled away from the gym, the hum of the motor a backdrop to the uneasy silence. The drive was filled with unspoken questions and lingering animosity, but your determination to find Yunah kept you focused.

Kuroo, sitting in the passenger seat, finally broke the silence. "Yunah never mentioned having a brother," he said, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"We were separated when we were young," you explained, your eyes fixed on the road. "She was adopted, and I ended up in different foster homes. I’ve been trying to find her ever since."

"Why now?" he asked, his suspicion deepening.

"I found out where she was only recently," you replied, your grip tightening on the steering wheel. "It took years to track her down. I just wanted to know my past, to somehow just remember that I too had parents when I was a child."

"Yunah has been through a lot," Kuroo said, his voice softening. "She's happy with her life now. She doesn't need you. You showing up out of the blue might not be the best thing for her."

"I understand that," you said, your voice strained with emotion. "But I need to see her. I need to know she’s okay."

Kuroo sighed, his resistance beginning to wane. "Alright. But if you do anything to upset her, you'll answer to me."

The rest of the drive was silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts. When you finally arrived at the address Kuroo provided, you parked the car and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the encounter ahead.

-

"This is it," Kuroo said, nodding towards the modest house. "She's probably home by now."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. As you approached the front door, a flood of memories and emotions surged through you. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for, the reunion you had dreamed of.

Kuroo knocked on the door, and after a few moments, it opened to reveal a young woman with familiar features. Yunah stood there, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw you.

"Kuroo, what are you doing here?" she asked, her gaze shifting between him and you.

"Yunah, this is Y/n," he said, his voice gentle. "He says he's your brother."

Her eyes widened further, a mixture of shock and confusion crossing her face. "My brother? But—"

"It's a long story," you interrupted softly. "Can we talk?"

Yunah hesitated, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. Finally, she stepped aside, allowing you and Kuroo to enter.

As you stepped inside, you took in the warmth and familiarity of the home. It was clear that Yunah was well cared for and happy here. The realization brought a mix of relief and sorrow—you were glad she had found a good home, but it also underscored the years of separation and the experiences you had missed.

Sitting down in the living room, you began to recount your story—how you had been separated as children, the years you spent searching for her, and the overwhelming relief of finally finding her. Yunah listened intently, her emotions flickering across her A/n: The brain juice is coming so I decided to make another chapter!! Well there's no sense of keeping the love interest a secret, so yeah, Its a Kuroo x male reader!! Also if you think this is far different than the original story of Kuroo, that's because you exist, and that means, the story changes! Word count: 2000

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Chapter 2 Espresso, please!

As your words tumbled out in a frantic jumble, desperation clung to every syllable, your voice cracking with emotion. The air thickened with tension as you grasped the collar of the boy before you, eyes pleading for answers that seemed to elude you.

"Where... Where is she?! Tell me, where is she? Where does she live? Where... Where?!" Your voice trembled, faltering under the weight of uncertainty, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Silence descended like a heavy curtain, the only sound the muffled hitch of your breath as you struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. Your grip on the boy loosened, fingers trembling as the reality of the situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

"Now, now. I don't know anything except that she studies at Nekoma High. You could find out the rest," the boy stammered, his voice tinged with unease as he attempted to placate your distress.

Your mind whirled with a cacophony of thoughts, each more disjointed than the last, as you grappled with the enormity of what lay before you. She was your only link to a past shrouded in mystery, the key to unlocking the secrets of your own identity.

"F/n, I need to find her. She's the only one who knows more about my parents. I want to know where I grew up. She's the only one I have left, my real family. Come with me tomorrow, I'm skipping school. I'm going to Nekoma," you declared, determination seeping into your voice as you clung to the sliver of hope that she might hold the answers you sought.

—

The early morning light cast a pale glow over the quiet streets as you made your way to your friend's house, heart pounding with anticipation. Each step felt like a lifetime as you counted down the moments until you could begin your search in earnest.

"Let's go. We wouldn't want to be late. It's a long trip, after all," you urged, your voice tinged with urgency as you climbed into the car, eager to set your plans into motion.

—

Nekoma High loomed before you, a sprawling edifice of brick and mortar that seemed to pulse with life. Students bustled about, their laughter echoing through the halls as you navigated the unfamiliar terrain with a sense of purpose.

You headed straight for the headmaster's office, determination burning bright within you as you sought out the information that could lead you to her.

"Sir, someone wants to see you," the headmaster’s assistant announced, their voice steady despite the tumult raging within you.

The headmaster's brow furrowed in annoyance as he turned to face you, his irritation palpable in the air.

you immediately barged into his room, out of anger and impatience.

"What the- who are you? What're you doing here?!" he sputtered, his confusion mirrored in his disheveled appearance.

But you wasted no time in cutting to the chase, your resolve unwavering as you pressed him for answers.

"Do you have any students here named Yun hee Kim?" you demanded, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of desperation.

The headmaster faltered, his gaze flickering uncertainly as he struggled to recall the name.

"N-no...?" he stuttered, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

Your heart sank at his response, the weight of disappointment settling heavily upon you as you realized the enormity of the task before you.

But then, a glimmer of hope pierced the darkness as the headmaster hesitantly offered a tentative lead.

"Oh, but we have one student similar to that name, Yunah Hirai. She's said to come of South Korean origin, adopted by some Japanese couple," he revealed, his words sparking a flicker of excitement within you.

With renewed determination, you pressed him for more information, your mind racing with possibilities as you clung to the thread of hope he had offered.

"Can I see her files?" you demanded, the urgency in your voice betraying the depth of your desperation.

The headmaster hesitated, his gaze shifting uneasily as he weighed the risks of granting your request.

"I'm afraid we can't show files of our students without proper authorization," he replied, his tone apologetic as he braced himself for your inevitable disappointment.

But you were not so easily deterred, your resolve hardened by the knowledge that you were on the brink of a breakthrough.

With a quick glance at your friend, you signaled for him to retrieve the suitcase you had prepared, its contents a testament to the lengths you were willing to go to in pursuit of the truth.

"This enough?" you asked, the words falling from your lips with a sense of grim determination as you pushed the suitcase toward the headmaster, its weight a tangible reminder of the stakes at hand.

The headmaster's eyes widened in surprise as he beheld the contents of the suitcase, his resolve crumbling in the face of your unwavering determination.

"O-oh! Be right back. I'll go get it!" he stammered, his haste evident as he scurried off to retrieve the files you so desperately sought.

And as you waited with bated breath, the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, each passing moment bringing you one step closer to the truth you so desperately sought.

"Here," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and apprehension as you skimmed through the profile before you. The likeness between her and yourself was uncanny, each detail a mirror image of your own features.

"This is it," you thought to yourself, a surge of determination coursing through your veins as you realized that you were one step closer to unraveling the mystery of your past.

"What's her class, 3-5... F/n, let's go," you announced, your voice firm as you dropped the files and made your way outside the high school.

Your friend's confusion was palpable as he questioned your sudden change of plans, his voice a mixture of concern and exasperation.

"It would be too sudden. Plus, I don't want to interrupt her class. It's insulting to the teacher," you explained, your words measured as you tried to quell his protests.

"But their class hasn't even started?!" F/n protested, his confusion evident as he struggled to make sense of your reasoning.

Ignoring his protests, you continued to make your way through the school grounds, your mind consumed with thoughts of the girl whose existence held the key to unlocking the secrets of your past.

Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder brought you back to the present, your thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind as you turned to face the source of the interruption.

"H-hey... are you, Y/n? Y/n Minatozaki?" the boy before you asked, his voice hesitant as he searched your face for recognition.

A flicker of familiarity sparked within you as you studied his features, a sense of deja vu washing over you like a wave crashing against the shore. Memories of a long-forgotten past resurfaced, the echo of a friendship forged in the halls of an elementary school long ago.

"Yes, do I know you?" you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you struggled to place the boy before you.

"Don't you remember me?" he pressed, a note of sadness creeping into his voice. "Remember that class we were both in? We were in xx elementary school, same class?"

F/n's whispered inquiry pulled you from your reverie, his confusion mirroring your own as he sought to make sense of the unexpected encounter.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but your name's Kenma...?" you ventured, your voice hesitant as you searched his face for confirmation.

"Yes... how could you forget me? We were friends for five years," Kenma replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and resignation.

"I couldn't even recognize you... are you studying here? This is far from our elementary school," you observed, your curiosity piqued by the sudden reappearance of a figure from your past.

"It's complicated, I'll tell you everything. Wait, there's a nearby cafe here. I still have two hours before class, let's talk there," Kenma suggested, his tone a mix of eagerness and apprehension.

"Sure. F/n, want to come?" you offered, turning to your friend for his input.

"Yea...! I wouldn't want my best friend to be following some kid," F/n replied, his tone laced with skepticism as he eyed Kenma warily.

And so, with the promise of answers looming on the horizon, you set off towards the nearby café, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air as you prepared to confront the ghosts of your past.

—

As you and Kenma engaged in conversation, F/n remained nestled in a corner of the café, nursing his coffee in quiet observation. The atmosphere was charged with the weight of unspoken truths, each word exchanged between you and Kenma a delicate dance around the edges of a past shrouded in mystery.

"You should come visit my place sometime. Mom would be happy to see you," you offered, extending an invitation born of genuine warmth and nostalgia.

"Sure, though I can't promise anything. I have so much on my plate..." Kenma's voice trailed off, his gaze distant as he contemplated the obligations that tethered him to his present.

"Like what?" you pressed, curiosity piqued by the enigmatic figure seated before you.

"I need to buy this new game that came out yesterday," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of excitement.

Before you could respond, the café door swung open with a creak, drawing your attention to the tall figure that strode purposefully into the room. His disheveled appearance and sharp gaze set him apart from the crowd, his presence commanding attention as he zeroed in on Kenma with an air of authority.

"Kenma, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Come on, class is about to start," he declared, his voice brimming with impatience as he cast a reproachful glance in your direction.

With a hurried farewell, Kenma gathered his belongings and made his way toward the exit, leaving you with a fleeting promise to reconnect.

"Give me your number, I'll contact you," Kenma called over his shoulder, his words tinged with a sense of urgency as he disappeared into the throng of students.

You obliged, exchanging contact information with a sense of anticipation tempered by the uncertainty of what lay ahead. As you rejoined F/n at the corner of the café, his concern was palpable, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he regarded you with a wary gaze.

"You done with your new friend? He seems off, especially that tall guy he was with. I don't like how he looked at you," F/n remarked, his protective instincts surfacing in the face of the unknown.

"Give me a break, F/n. I can have friends besides you," you countered, though a flicker of doubt danced behind your eyes. "And yes, that guy does seem a bit... peculiar. But anyway, let's wait here for their dismissal. I still want those answers."

And so, with the promise of revelation lingering on the horizon, you settled in to wait, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of secrets yet to be unveiled.

Didn’t expect this to be sooo long, but there you go! I was thinking of making another fanfic for a special whitehead that has been in my mind for 1 month now, but I’ll try to focus on reaching this to 60 chapters first before heading to a new one! Anyways, ty again for the supp!! <3 (also new format and better grammar for you guys)

word count: 1800

[kira-dofc]

Chapter 1---

A sunkiss fell upon you while you lay on your bed. 6:00 a.m., your usual time to wake up. You woke up upon seeing the bright sunlight on your window. You have done your daily morning routine, another boring, bland day.

"Ugh, Mondays..." You sighed as you got out of your room for breakfast. "Young Master, food is ready." One of your maids said.

"Where's mom and dad..?", "Oh, your mom went to an appointment with a client. As for your father, the usual, he went out early." Though you had rich parents, you didn't see them much. Your mother is the owner of a big food chain in Japan, and your father is a high paying surgeon as of the moment.

You ate breakfast and left immediately for school.

~6:30 a.m.~

Your chauffer dropped you off to your school, just on time. Outside the gate, you saw your friend, F/n.

You walked silently behind him, giving him a whisper, "F/n..",

"AH! W-what the hell?! Don't come sneaking up on me like that. It's scary! Ugh, anyway, class is about to start in about 10 minutes. Let's hurry if we don't want to be late again.."

"Okay."

It was currently maths class, as usual, you perfected the surprise quiz announced by your teacher. Every person in this school admired you, smart, rich, good-looking, and even good at sports, a perfect man as they would call you.

Though you weren't friendly, many people still wanted to be as close to you as possible, but one specific girl stands out of the crowd, Sana.

People see her as the female version of you, pretty, popular, and rich. No one else could be the perfect pair for you, but her.

"Hey babe~! How was class?" She exclaimed, "I don't have time for your flirts, Sana, I have other important things to do."

"Aw, come on, don't be coy! I'm your best friend. You don't have to push me away like that~"

"Then act like one, you know I don't like these rumors running around in our school right now.. Plus, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh shush, no one needs to know that..! I wanna keep it secret for now!"

"Sana, you disgust me.."F/n said.

"Oh sush, will you! I was just joking~~"

"F/n, let's go, we still have class."

It's currently your 5th period, one more subject before lunch. You groaned as you  answered the last biology problem.

Though biology wasn't really your thing, you still managed to stay the best among the other students.

It was finally lunchtime, you ate the usual scheduled food with your two friends. As you ate, a text was sent on your phone by some unknown account,

Unknown: meet me behind the school campus. After your training, don't be late.

Y/n: Who is this?

Unknown: You will know soon enough :)

"Who's that?" F/n said,

"I don't know, but they said to come meet with them after our training. I don't know what's their problem but can you come with me? I don't feel safe, especially not knowing this person.

"Sure."

You finished eating and headed to your next class.

"Listen, first years, you joined this club because you either want to play, or just because you want girls running after you. Either way, we all here take things seriously, whether it's just a practice match or a friendly match. This school is known to have the best volleyball players in all of Japan, and i dont want anything to ruin that title we have. We don't want to waste our time in practices so don't do things that would end up in a waste of yours or our time. Just remember to enjoy what you're doing, or at least just train properly. Now, do 50 sets, and you're free to go."

Your school has been seen to have the best volleyball team in all of Japan, getting trophies and winning championships 4 years straight and counting.

This long of a speech has sent the first years a shiver down their spine. They expected to have a strict captain, but they didn't expect you to be this cold.

As time went by, you helped the first years in their first training.

As all cleaned the gym to end the daily training, you waited for F/n before shutting the lights off.

"You really sure you want to meet this person? I have a bad feeling about this.."

"It's okay. I don't know what's the reason to get scared of. we're inside school anyways."

You headed to the designated place along with F/n. As you were getting closer, you saw a man with a jacket on, covering their face.

You headed closer to him, "Are you the one who messaged me..?"

"Ah, you're here..."

"Can your friend leave us for a minute..?"

"Sure, F/n, can you leave for a minute.." You muttered.

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point, I know what happened to your parents, I know how they died.",

"W-what..? Why is this important, I know I've said this to some of my friends, but why..? I have no intent to go back through my past, I wanna leave it all behind."

"Well, the thing is, I also know you have a sister. And in fact, she's alive."

"What..? Where is she? How'd you know I had one?"

"Not all of that is important, but I know where she is. She's studying at a school far from here. Nekoma high-school."

A/n: first chapter!!! Took me so long but was worth it, I would usually post every 3 to 4 days, but it's up to me if I'm not too lazy to post <3

Word count: 929