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"𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌" - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒.

#m.list #taglist #jjk car sex series #kofi

—cw: Gn!reader, certain things here might make you feel lonely ans scratch your hair off, tooth rotting fluff, talks about insecurity, a little angsty? Little smut.

—a/n: It's 5 am and I am not proofreading this. Don't let it flop. I've never written hcs this long. Anywyas I love you all.

#𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Gojo expresses his love through clinging to you. And not just when you're alone. He'll come up to you, snake his slender fingers around your waist and peck you on the lips. It's the little gestures he does that gets you flustered. Running his hands along your body is his favorite thing. Not mainly sexual. It's just the casual intimacy.

"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" he asks, fingers brushing on your thighs.

"Yes. You have. In fact, you say it daily," you smile, still staring down at your book. "I always want to thank you but then you have to be a bitch and say 'Yeah, but I am still prettier.' "

"Haha," his chuckle is the most beautiful thing ever. It's like serotonin boost. It gives you reasons to live. "Well then let me tell you something. I might walk in a room with you looking my best, but every head would still turn for you." That makes you finally look up and make eye contact with him.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, y/n. And I count myself the luckiest to be in that room beside you." Those words leave his mouth and then that mouth meets yours. Such an affectionate kiss. That kiss followed by those words encourages you. It tells you everything you've ever wanted to hear. His touch speaks louder than those words when he holds you oh so tightly to suffocate any possible space between you two. Until his soul and yours are one.

#𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji's love language is and always has been hidden in those little gestures and things he does for you. His insecurity lies in expressing his emotions through words. He doesn't know how to tell you that you might just be the person he has always been searching for. He feels like his stoic expression and not very adorable voice might make it unbelievable for you.

But you know what? Even if he hasn't ever told you that, you still know it. How? Well, it is so easy from the things he does for you. Prepares you a bento box everyday. The arrangement of your favorite dishes, the hot dogs cut in octopus shape, the apple tanghulu on the side to enjoy. Everything in it reeks of affection.

When he makes a food that he dislikes just because you like it. When he pours his heart into it. When he calls you everyday to ask you if you've reached work safely. When he picks you up when you work late sometimes.

"I am this close to barging into his house and beat the shit out of him. Just say the word." You can see that he is slowly losing his patience.

"Toji. It's 2 am, love."

"Exactly. It's 2am. It was 2am yesterday when I picked you up. In fact it has been 2am all week." The anger is seeping out. "Why the heck do you have to work overtime whole week while he sleeps peacefully at home?" And there it goes. He lost his patience.

You would be worried but it's so funny. You're laughing. He's so dumb. Why is he insecure? Does he not realise that whatever he is saying right now is because he is worried. Worried about you. People don't get angry for someone who's random in their life. Especially Toji. He does not get angry so easily. It takes up a lot because mostly his anger is always laced in a sarcastic tone. But not this time.

"Toji...I want to tell you that you're very romantic," your giggle confuses him to know if you're joking or serious.

"I am literally talking to you about killing your boss right now, baby." You can see the faint smile because he is about to blush. And you want to see it. Even though you've seen it before. You want see it again. Now.

"Yeah. I love you. And everything you do f'me. Eveything you say to me. Even if it involves killing my boss in his sleep," you don't laugh, your eyes soften. And there it was. Yes. Smile, Toji. Blush, Toji. I love it. I love you.

"We go home. We eat dinner. I go suffocate that old fuck with his pillow. Then we cuddle to sleep peacefully." He loves to see you laugh at his words. His words. The one he is insecure about.

"No more scratching my head off on a document at 2 am I guess."

He knows he doesn't have to change himself. Because all those unsaid words are in the end heard.

#𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Geto is pretty good with words. Too good to be honest. His random compliments always catch you off guard and he can't wait til' you're blushing and giggling. But sometimes he thinks he is all words and no actions. Even though that is not true because you know he does a lot of things for you without even realizing that everytime he showers you with his affection, he's got your heart pumping fast.

You have to be careful. Sometimes you look too good for him to not give you kisses all over your body while saying the cutest praises. Which is all the time. Because for him, you're always perfect.

"Mhm. I am not lying, baby. Trust me when I tell you that you're so freaking goegeous," his kisses trails from your knuckles to your shoulders.

"Suguru, I would believe you if I wasn't in a hoodie I've worn for three days and took a shower. I probably stink. How is this gorgeous?" You are not being sarcastic. It is actually the truth. Because how do you call that gorgeous? More like a human repellent. "I have no idea how are you still kissing me."

He looks up at you in what you think might be an angry-confused expression. "Y/N FUCKING L/N." Uh oh. That's when you know you fucked up. "How dare you say that? You know I'll always kiss you. I'll always love you." And he's not finished. He picks you up from the sofa, takes you the shared bedroom. He walks until you've the reached the big mirror near your night-stand.

"Look at that. So pretty. A fucking masterpiece. Da Vinci could never paint such a beauty," he utters hugging you from behind. You should laugh. I mean it's a joke right? But somehow you find yourself tearing up. Because you know he's not joking. The way he looks at you ever so affectionately, it makes your heart warm up.

"Ugh fine you win. You've successfully convinced that I am beautiful regardless." You smile feeling confident in yourself.

"Good. Now go take a bath."

"YOU SAID YOU FIND ME BEAUTIFUL REGARDLESS!" you yell.

"I do. But your boss probably doesn't. You have work in thirty minutes," he points at the clock. You look at the time and rush into the bathroom. He is laughing at your misery right now. The way you're rushing and everything. But he also finds it cute when you're clumsy.

#𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

It might take time for you to understand the love language of Nanami but you eventually do. He is straightforward with his words. And he never promises something he can't fulfil. Which always brought you back to the thought that why is he not different around you. You've read it in books, witnessed it in person that one tends to acts differently around people they love. But Nanami was still the same around you as he was around others. He did vent to you about Gojo and his shenanigans but that's all.

It made you wonder if he's the type to bottle up his feelings. Oh my god. What if he feels that he can't share it with you? So one day, you just ask.

"Kento?" You call.

"Yes, darling," he pours the cake batter into the mold. You are seated on the counter beside the bowl of cream he whipped earlier.

"Do you love me?" He waits for a laugh but it is followed by a silence. He thought that might be a rhetorical question but after that silence, it might not be the case

"You know the answer to that. Why are you asking?"

"Because I feel you do not feel comfortable around me. You never tell me if you're feeling angry or when your day was bad," you look down at the marble white floor. "I feel like I am just another person for you." That's where he sets the cake aside and takes three quick steps towards you.

"Okay now that is a lie. You're not just another person for me, love. You're my everything. I feel absolutely comfortable around you."

"Then why do you not tell me if you've had a bad day?" You finally look up at him. His never seen you this sad.

"Because...you make everything better. I might come home in a bad mood but when I see your pretty face and hear your pretty voice greeting me, my day automatically gets better." Okay now your eyes are widened. How dumb of you? You want to punch the insecure y/n in you.

"You're not just anybody for me. I do not cuddle just anybody. I do not share my personal space with anybody. I do not bake cakes for just anybody," he says pointing at the batter he has set aside earlier. You feel like crying. You were crying for pebbles when you had a gemstone all this time.

"So who am I?"

"You..." he scoops out a little cream on his pointer and swatches it on the tip of your nose, "You are my everything, beloved."

Your brain suddenly starts recollecting all the memories but highlighting the part where Kento treated you special. Not just when you were alone but also when he was in front of anyone. And finally your little mind realizes, You're his everything.

#𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna's love language is easy. That is because this man has no filter. He grabs you, touches you, kisses you in front of anybody. It is his way of telling everyone that you're his. Its possessive but it's perfect.

Once you both were watching a romantic movie and you suddenly started sobbing. He asked you what's wrong and you stated how cute it was of the lead character to say all those things to the other. Sukuna chuckled and snuggled you. It might just be another meaningless interaction for you but it made him think does he really say romantic things. And he thought about it for days. He tried to come up with a love letter to express his emotions but all he had now was scribbled and scraped pages in the dustbin.

You never really mind that he wasn't domestic as others. As I stated in start, you liked the cocky possessiveness. But it always made you wonder what he'd be like saying all those things that you lowkey want to hear. Yet, you never thought your wish would come true.

Hands intertwined, your toes curl, Sukuna pushes into you slowly. "Fuck!" He moans against your bare skin of your neck. It sends tingles down your spine. You give him time to move when he bottoms out but he does not. Instead, his head moves from your neck until it's against yours. He's looking at you with an expression you have never seen. Did you do something? Did he come too soon? What happened?

"I think you might be the one I have spent all my life looking for. You drive me crazy, y/n." He pulls out, "You're my weakness and my strength. My existence matters only if you exist beside me. I don't want anyone else to have you." He shoves it back with a hard force and makes you yelp. Tears gather the corner of your eyes but you're not sure if they're from the stimulation or his words.

"W-why are saying this all of a sudden?" you ask, still confused.

"Because I want you to know. I want you know that no amount of romantic poetries can describe my love for you," his fingers are now stroking your bottom lip. "And neither does these words I'm speaking. I want you to feel my love. Feel it right here," he thrusts deep in you until he's hit the spot. God it feels like your body might infuse with his. It's followed by a kiss. And all you both do is moan for the next two hours. He's right. His words could never express what his actions do.

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“𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! cocksucking/face fucking, sugar daddy!gojo/sugar baby!reader, spitting, fingering, choking you with their cock, praise/degradation, daddy/mama/princess, sucking, kissing and massaging their balls, cum swallowing, overstimulation, ‘just the tip’, smacking your ass, one cunt slap, established relationships

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! Ya know what's really hot? Guys with their belts undone! I don't know why but I love it! Like, imagine nanami getting ready for work, still damp from the shower, coming out of the bedroom with his pants and belt on but not done up. He's looking for something and you're just staring at the little bit of hair peaking above the band of his briefs. I would die. Ooo, or maybe gojo gets home from work on a hot day and sits on the couch (man spreading because, duh, it's gojo) undoes his jacket and belt to cool down a bit but little does he know you're going to make him heat up again! He would look so good leaning back with his pants undone like that, I mean, that's just asking for a blow job, right?

𝐅𝐞𝐲: you came you cooked and YOU FUCKIN’ SERVED 🤤 my mind went straight to Kento with a towel over his face, imagine surprising him when he’s laying down like that. Also it makes me believe he has a low energy skin care routine to keep clean but he doesn’t bother with the dark circles since the bags have bags after he gets off work

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Needy cries carry through the cozy apartment into the bedroom, “Sugar pie! Honeybee! Darling! Light of my light! Your Satoru has been cooked alive! It’s too hot outside!” You sit up pushing the covers back to get out of bed.

Smiling as you head into the living room where Satoru lounges with his phone and various sweets scattered around him. His pale face flushed pink from the heat.

His jacket was abandoned on the back of the sofa. His white shirt is unbuttoned, framing thick pecs and hard abs. Satoru's white happy trail leads your gaze toward the dark band of his underwear.

His belt is undone, zipper is pushed down showcasing a prominent bulge of his soft cock. Sparking an idea whilst getting you wet between your legs. "I missed you."

Satoru smirks, "Why wouldn't you? I'm a delight!" You slip the baggy shirt off dropping it on the floor. He tilts his head back slightly and slips his finger under his blindfold. He's so eternally beautiful with his piercing blue eyes.

His cheeks flush a darker pink, "I missed you too sweetheart." You walk up to kneel between his legs, rubbing Satoru’s hard cock.

Looking up at him and insisting, "Of course you did! You adore me too much, all day long you’ve been thinkin’ about coming home time.” Kissing his cock through his underwear. “You have a slutty cock getting so hard without me even touching me."

His cheeks flush a darker pink. "I can’t help mama, you’re stunning.” You slide your hand up his hard abs and squeeze a handful of his pec, digging your nails in.

Biting Satoru’s abs causing him to momentarily flex and whine. "Nnnfuck!" Yanking your head back by a handful of your hair. "Tell me what my pretty lil’ princess wants from her sugar daddy."

Smiling whilst massaging his hardening cock through his underwear. You smile, "I wanna suck your cock daddy. You look suck-able sitting on the sofa belt unbuckled, manspreading like a whore." Satoru lets your hair go and lifts his hips up enough for you to slide his pants and underwear down.

Satoru shrugs his shirt off, placing it over the back of the sofa. "I'm the whore? You're the one who dropped to their knees at the sight of me." You grab his cock, kissing his pale pink head.

You insist, "By the time I did you were already rock hard and wet with pre-cum from just looking at me." Licking his head clean then bobbing your head whilst massaging his balls.

Satoru pushes your head down gagging you with his long, veiny cock. "Nnnmama you sound so hot gagging on my cock." With his cock deep in your throat Satoru stands up to fuck your mouth.

Admiring the sight of your soft lips around his cock, Satoru smirks and croons, “Dumb lil slut, the moment you saw me all you could think about is my cock." Gliding his cock out spitting on your face before stuffing his cock back in.

His spit drips down your cheek as he fucks your throat. When you let his balls go they smack your chin. He groans, “Look up at me beautiful.” Your eyes are watering from gagging on his cock. “Awe my lil slut is cryin’ already. I hope my cock too much for you.”

You grab Satoru’s thigh, digging your nails in eliciting a needy whine from him. Spreading your legs apart and pushing your underwear aside, gliding finger between your lips and smearing your slick on your clit.

Satoru glides his cock out then sits back down, yanking you close by your hair. “Get to suckin’ mama, play with both of us.” Slapping your face with his cock, then nudging your soft lips.

Opening your mouth to slowly glide Satoru's cock in deep, gagging around him. Then gliding him out burying your face into his large balls, you softly suck his fat nut-sack. Whilst stroking his cock with steady, swirls of your hand.

You moan with a mouth full of Satoru's balls, rubbing your clit faster. Getting off on feeling like a dirty whore with his sweaty balls in your face. You glide two fingers down inside yourself

His phone beside him rings. "Hey! I'm getting my cock sucked for manspreading like a pretty whore. What's up Suguru?"

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Ice clinks in Kento's glass of whisky as he takes a sip. He squeezes a white hand towel over a steaming bowl of water. The veins on his large hand and thick forearm are eye-catching.

He softly sets his glass down. "It's late you should get some sleep." The pink scratches leading down his broad, sculpted chest are reminders of last night.

You warmly smile at Kento and insist to him, "I like waiting up for you my Love." Sliding his fingers through his soft blonde hair. Laying his head back to spread the towel over his face.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. You bite your lip whilst admiring his large bulge. His cock is so thick even when soft. "Sweetheart I love you so much." Kento takes the hand towel off his face and lifts his head, giving you a gentle, loving smile.

You walk over and kneel in front of him, "I love you too daddy." Softly kissing Kento's soft cock through his underwear. You grab his pants, and he lifts his hips enough for you to tug them down his thick thighs.

Tossing his pants aside he groans spreading his legs apart further. "That's it Daddy relax n' lemme take care of you." Kissing along his cock and taking Kento's thick head into your mouth. Slowly bobbing your head, spit drips down his cock.

Stroking the rest of Kento with steady swirls of your fist. "What did I do to deserve coming home to you?" Kento groans, rutting his hips and setting the hand towel in the bowl.

You glide Kento's fat cock out with a soft pop. "What didn't you do?" Using both of your hands to stroke his long cock. Your fingertips can't touch, Kento is too thick.

You lovingly explain, "You're a loving, gorgeous man who treats me wonderfully. I'm happy I get you all to myself for the next two days." Kissing along his muscular thighs. "We can keep the curtains closed walking around naked." You bite his thighs softly, licking a short strip towards Kento's soft balls.

You softly kiss his cock head and look up at him. "I can give you breakfast in bed." Sucking his sensitive head with needy moans then gliding him out with a soft pop. "Later on I can rub you down in oil n' give you a massage." Gliding half of him into your slack jaw mouth, stroking the rest of his cock.

Massaging Kento's large, warm balls with your other hand. "We can cook together; take a turn massaging the other-fuck your mouth feels wonderful," he groans, "so warm and wet." Softly jerking his hips, pushing your head down shoving his fat cock deeper into your mouth.

Kento pulls his hand away, "Sorry my darling nnnn." Then grips the edge of the sofa. Sliding his hand through his soft blond hair, slicking it back, pulling stray strands out of his eyes.

He warns, "Beautiful, I'm going to cum if you don't stop." Bobbing your head faster, deep throating his cock and groaning. Kento trembles, tilting his head back, his lips parting with a deep moan. Thick cum trickles and then spurts into your mouth.

Slowly gliding Kento's cock out of your mouth, swallowing his cum. Cum drips down the side of Kento's fat head and over the puffy thick vein. You kiss his balls and croon, "I know you got more for me."

You lick the trail of cum then suckling on his sensitive cock head. Swirling your tongue around him, then flattening your tongue to glide him along his tongue. Kento loudly whimpers, "Mama please fuck!" Lightly resting his large hand on top of your head.

Bobbing your head faster keeping his cock from getting soft. His thighs tremble as he digs his heels into the carpet. "Nnn!" You glide him out with a soft pop and stand up, straddling his hips.

You line Kento's fat cock with your soaking wet cunt, gliding him between your lips. Kento insists with a breathy whine, "Nnnmy Love let me stretch your pretty cunt with my fingers, make sure my cock is easier to take." Rubbing his head between your lips, soaking him.

You lean forward kissing one of the pink scratches on his thick pecs. "You're so thoughtful Daddy, how about I take just the tip. I've really missed you; I want to feel your hard cock inside me." You softly moan, taking pleasure in how Kento's fat head stretches your soft cunt.

Kento soft squeezes your side, sliding his large hand along your body. "I've missed you too beautiful Mama. You're soft and warm, I've missed us spending time together." Massaging your cheek, helping you slowly bounce on his cockhead.

"We can catch up by making breakfast, and then snuggling up with a movie, show, or book, your choice." He leans down for a passionate, tender kiss, slipping his tongue in when you part your lips.

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢

Hiromi is lounging on the sofa taking several large gulps of bourbon. Following it with a long drag off his cigar. Smoke drifts past his lips as he rants, "I need more than a drink n' a smoke after the day I had." He untucks his shirt and quickly undoes his belt and zipper.

His tie haphazardly rests around his neck with the knot hanging low. Several buttons on his shirt are undone showing his flawless large, firm pecs. His chest is so beautifully sculpted.

You walk over to Hiromi, leaning down and sliding your hand up Hiromi's thigh towards his undone belt and zipper. Whilst suggesting, "How about I take your mind off it for a little while daddy?" Gently massaging his thighs close to his soft cock and balls. "Give you a treat for working hard today n' putting up with so much bullshit."

A smile stretches across his lips, "Let me take my jacket and shirt off." He sets his glass down as you stand up.

You insist, "Lean forward I'll do that for you, then we can go for a shower. I can scrub you down, we can order a late bite to eat then fall asleep with the tv on." Hiromi scoots forward puffing on his stubby cigar, then ashes it out. You push the jacket off his broad shoulders, the sleeves are snug on his muscular arms.

Hiromi's loving smile is heartwarming "I love it when you take care of me Mama." You set his jacket and shirt aside on the sofa. then kiss his forehead.

You kneel between his thighs, fondling his cock whilst crooning, "It's a pleasure to Daddy, I get to feel up on you while I do." You grab Hiromi's pants, prompting him to lift his hips for you to pull down his underwear and pants.

Following his dark happy trail with your fingertip, "It's so hot how your thick, heavy cock hangs." Lifting his cock up, admiring how thick and veiny Hiromi is. "You have such a beautiful cock." You look up at Hiromi and lick his cockhead clean of pre-cum.

Opening your mouth, gliding his cock in, and slowly bobbing your head. Getting wet from Hiromi's deep raspy groans. "Fuuuck mama your mouth is divine." Deepthroating his cock with a groan, he ruts his hips, pushing your head down when you lift up.

He grabs a handful of your hair, gliding his cock out. Causing it to fall onto his balls with a soft plop. "Do you mind if I fuck out a little frustration?"

You smile, "Whatever you need Daddy." Hiromi lets your hair go and leans down to kiss your forehead. He grabs your baggy shirt causing you to lift your hands for Hiromi to slip it off, setting it with his clothes.

He instructs, "Stand up for me then." You stand up and he hooks a finger into your underwear, pushing them down, kissing your clit.

When you sit down Hiromi asks, "Give me a sip of wine." You grab the glass of bourbon and straddle his hips. You take a sip then softly kissing Hiromi, parts his lips for the cool liquor.

Hiromi roughly smack your ass when you pull away. "That was good lil' mama." He softly slaps your cunt, then slides two thick fingers in. "Lay down so I can smack your soft cheeks and finger your cunt into a juicy mess before I fold you in a mating press against a wall." Keeping his fingers in you as you lay down, face near his cock. Which he lines up with your soft lips.

Slowly pumping his long, thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt. Stuffing your mouth with his cock when you moan. Shoving your head down and groaning, "Nnn that’s it choke on my fat cock Mama." Your cunt clenches his fingers as he pulls your head up by your hair.

Your soft cunt squelches as he pumps his fingers faster. "Your cunt so loud for me, telling me how much she missed me. I missed feeling her too, so warm, soft, and soaking wet." Spit drips down your chin and your eyes sting with tears whilst Hiromi makes you deepthroat his fat cock.

all works!

[royalyan-main]

𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗥 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 *+:｡.｡

summary. gojo's determined to have you all to himself, despite how overprotective your brother is. | wc. 2.2k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, college au, cherry-picking, oblivious (slightly bimbo) reader, manipulation, stepcest, stepbro!geto, dubcon, mild coercion, jealousy, praise, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. gojo, geto

an. enjoy! i'll try to have part two up next week <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

The very first time Gojo sees you, you’re an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photo in a frame sitting on the entry table of Geto’s new mom’s home. It’s the stereotypical school photo, the background gray, the lighting too bright—nothing remarkable. He walks by it and doesn’t look twice.

He’s too preoccupied with helping Geto move back into his room for summer break.

Gojo meets you two weeks later at a party in a student house. Initially, he fails to understand why Geto brings you—you brought your sister?—slightly annoyed about having to play babysitter for the night. All Geto offers is a snort—she asked. I didn’t want to tell her no—and an imitation of a quasi-shrug.

Then you walk into the room—little skirt flouncing around your thighs, smile so wide when Geto slips his arm around your shoulders that he wonders if your cheeks hurt, shyly waving at Gojo—and suddenly it feels like something clicks into place, and everything makes sense. 

“Suguru’s new sister, right?” he asks, watching you perk up at the attention. Cute.

“Yeah. I didn’t know he talks about me.”

“All the time. It’s getting him to—”

Gojo snickers when Geto shoves his shoulder, “Shut up.”

You give him a secret smile over the rim of your plastic cup and look away just in time to miss the quirk of his lips, pulling into a smirk, before he schools his features once more.

It’s hard to stay away after that.

He knows he shouldn’t even toy with the thought of you—not when Geto’s made it clear several times that you’re off limits, protective in that way most brothers are, and yet oddly drawn to you any time you’re in the same room, like a light to a beacon. Gojo would probably tease him for having some sick crush on his sister, if he didn’t see how you look at Geto too.

The shy glances, the way you light up whenever your brother talks to you. It’s all there, plain as day.

You don’t know any better—that’s the only thing he can think of when Geto laces your fingers with his, thinking everybody else is none the wiser, that he’s just a brother looking out for his little sister. After all these years, Gojo likes to think he knows his friend well: he’s always been attracted to shy little wallflowers with too much air and a lack of sense in their head, and you’re no exception. 

Geto thinks he’s playing this game he’s already won, and Gojo is determined to change that, regardless of whatever rules about you your brother implemented as strictly forbidden. Rules are meant to be broken, and Gojo’s never been good about following them anyway.

Something about you drives him crazy—a little diamond in the ruff he wants to pick up and shine and then ruin.

Nobody would blame him if he did.

Especially when you walk around in those flowy pastel sundresses you seem to have a penchant for. Sometimes he finds himself watching with bated breath as the hem creeps up your smooth thighs high enough for him to glimpse the bottom swell of your ass whenever you move.

You’re so oblivious, at first, to how he looks at you, how he can’t help but stare a little longer than he should, how he bends to speak into your ear, even though you’ll be the only two people in the room. 

He thinks you finally get it one night in your parent’s living room, tucked into his side, with a movie being nothing but muted white noise in the background. It’s the first time Geto’s ever left you alone with him, something Gojo is quick to take advantage of.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Well, I…no.”

“Do you want to?”

He tries not to laugh as you make a surprised little noise in the back of your throat. “But what about Suguru—”

“It’ll be our secret. Hold still for me, okay?” 

Gojo doesn’t wait for you to say anything before he cups your face with his hand, thumb swiping gently across your cheek—much softer than he’s imagined—and drawing you into a messy kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth until your mind grows soft and syrupy around the edges, until you burrow deeper into his side, small hands lost in his hair and nails scratching at his scalp.

Your lips are slick and swollen when he finally pulls away. He smooths your hair out of your face, thumb pressed against your lips as if to stop himself from kissing you again.

“Oh,” you say, reaching down to touch your mouth. 

“It’s nice, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing, and stare at where his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Our secret?”

“Our secret,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t laugh at how eager you are; in fact, it’s the furthest thing from his mind when you lean up and capture his lips—he does crack a smile, though. 

It doesn’t take long for your brother to catch, watching with a pulled brow as Gojo pulls you onto his lap at a party, scoffing when he says, “There was nowhere else for her to sit. It’d be weird if she sat in her brother’s lap.”

Much later, after you're tucked away in your room, is when Geto finally brings it up. “So, are you sleeping with her? I told you she’s off-limits.”

Gojo raises his hands in defense. "She's your sister. I would never."

It’s partly true because Gojo hasn’t gotten that far, but he knows Geto's threats aren't empty. For Geto's sake, he heeds his warnings—he can play along—he knows Geto won’t relent until he’s tallied some sort of repentance, some retribution, for wrong-doings Gojo hasn’t committed yet.

He slowly stops showing up at your house throughout the week. He does, however, show up to the occasional party, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your tight white shirt and denim shorts, is just a coincidence. 

His texts to you are short and fewer in between, only ever messaging you if Geto doesn’t answer his phone.

It goes on like this for days—maybe longer, he’s not sure—so it's no surprise how you instantly notice his sudden distance. 

There’s a lot of restraint—he should get a reward for it, really—from taking you right there in the hallway when you look up at him underneath your long lashes, how you call him Satoru instead of Gojo, brows furrowed as you ask him if everything’s okay.

God, you are just so sweet.

He curls a finger under your chin. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything's okay."

You give him a shy smile. He wants to believe that you’ve also been lost without him—realizes in the same breath that it hardly matters, only that you’re here and take his hand in yours. He willingly follows as you lead him toward your bedroom, biting your lip with a glance over your shoulder.

“Can I show you something?"

Gojo completely forgets that this isn’t how he anticipated things to go, how he had it all orchestrated a certain way—the girl who’s probably still waiting for him to get back from the bathroom to get Geto to think he’s no longer chasing the hem of his sister’s skirt.

None of that matters, though, not with your much smaller hand in his, your black skirt swaying around your hips as you pull him into your room, all with the intent of you showing him something—his smart girl on a mission.

And you do, when he has your skirt pooling around your waist, your soaking wet panties on display for him to run the pad of his thumb over. You make these small, happy noises when he kisses you, just like you did that night on the couch, running your delicate fingers up his chest to pull his shirt off.

It feels like victory at the sound of your clothes hitting the floor, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while you gasp, a cute little gurgle trapped in the back of your throat. The feel of your thighs pressing against his ears. 

He’s had a lot of experience with winning, has always been academically inclined, taller than the other kids growing up, and is good at pulling strings where it counts.

But this—you laid out on the bed with your hands spread at your sides, like an offering for his leisure alone, fingers clenching into the sheets—is the best win yet.

"We shouldn't," he says, glancing up from between your legs to watch you squirm underneath him. Gojo wants you to think you have some agency here, even as every piece tumbles into place, giving him what he wants. "What if your brother finds out?"

"But I want to," you pout, foot stomping against the mattress childishly.

He laughs, and your pout grows more beautiful. “Ask nicely.”

It’s a theatrical huff and an attempted shift of your hips before you finally say, “Please.”

"So spoiled," he hums just before pressing the thick pad of his thumb against the wet patch of silk directly against the little button at the apex of your thighs.

You mewl, hips bucking up into his touch—so responsive. It makes him smile at how needy you are, Geto's innocent sister looking anything but by the second, and crawls up your body to kiss you again.

"Have you ever done this?" he asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the words come from your mouth.

“What? Kiss?” you giggle. “We did this already—”

He kisses your nose. “No, baby, had a dick in this little princess cunt.”

Your mouth falls slack, and you shake your head shyly, all confidence from a moment ago gone as you mumble out a soft "no."

It makes his dick throb where it’s still tucked away in his boxers, already half-hard from watching you parade downstairs in your short skirt all night.

Gojo’s lips quirk, eyes crinkling in the corners. "That's okay. Our secret, remember?"

“Will it hurt?”

He nips at your chin. “I’ll go slow. How about that?”

Slow is hardly the word he’d use once he fits his cock in you, your face pinching, a gratifying sight that you’re now his. You’re so hot and wet, and it’s the build-up of weeks teasing himself, of wondering what you’d feel like (what you’d sound like) until all he can do is pound your sweet little cunt that he’ll have to soothe with his mouth later. 

Your walls keep fluttering around him from your third—no, fourth orgasm—and he swears he almost goes a little cross-eyed when he pulls out to see the creamy mess coating him from his belly button to the base of his dick.

There’s a mix of tears and drool covering your flower-laced pillow, a series of little whimpers reaching his ears as Gojo rearranges your legs and presses them closer to your chest.

"Aw, pretty baby, does that feel good?" he coos, attempting to catch the next set of tears with the wide pad of his thumb. You tremble, caught in a trap between the bed and his pelvis, grinding into your clit.

"S'good," you moan, even though you press shaky fingers against his stomach so that you can have a moment to breathe.

"None of that," he tuts, easily grabbing your wrists and bringing them above your head. "How am I supposed to fuck you with your hands in the way?"

He thrusts forward and presses against that spot that has you clenching down hard around him. 

“Fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna look so good with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You whine. "Ah, you—you can’t—you can’t c-cum in me.”

Gojo squeezes your cheeks with his free hand to cut off your protests. He presses a sweet kiss to your puckered lips, making you fall pliant as he works your wet, open cunt.

"Come on, be a good girl." He feels you squeeze around him, and he rewards you with another kiss. "There you go. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, and you're going to take it for me, yeah? I won't cum in you." He grunts. "Promise—"

But he does until you're so full that he watches his cum leak out of you until he pushes it back in with his fingers, and you release a high-pitched squeal when he buries them deep.

"Shh, baby, we might get caught," Gojo says with a little smirk because he already knows Geto is outside your bedroom door.

You had been so intent on getting Gojo to your room that you forgot to shut your door all the way, leaving a large enough gap for anyone to see inside if they happened to walk by.

But your eyes were too far in the back of your skull to notice your brother with cum dripping down his fist after listening to his little sister get her brains fucked out by his best friend—his cock twitching in his hand from your cute whimpers. Gojo looks over at him with a sly grin before dipping his hips into you again, enjoying his prize after patiently waiting.

Maybe later, Geto will have to teach you what happens to sisters who don't listen to their big brothers.

[royalyan-main]

take me

skate rat!hinata shoyo x miya!reader | w.c 6.1k

a/n: ok just to straighten out the timeline that i didn’t wanna dwell on in the actual fic. the events of show/tell/make me all happened the year before aka readers first year of university. this fic takes place the second year (summer between second and third year of uni to be exact). btw while u don’t have to read the other fics it’ll deffo make more sense if u do!!

— 18+ dark content minors dni —

warnings: (past) incest, public sex, manipulation, gaslighting, male posturing, toxic behavior, blackmail, noncon leaking of nudes/sex tape, dubcon filming (bordering on noncon)

show me | tell me | make me

“No Shoyo, I’m serious, best behavior okay? I’ve never brought anyone home before and-”

“Your brothers are overprotective, I know babe, don’t worry about it. Really, I’ll be charming as all hell.” He’s doing that grin, all wide and shiny that dashes away at every concern. The one that put you completely under his spell, that keeps you coming back for more.

The two of you had only solidified your relationship three and a half odd months ago but you can’t help but feel yourself falling deeper and deeper each day.

Some part of you thinks it’s silly, reckless, that there’s no way the campus loudmouth and skate rat could be this sweet and have you completely enamored. But he treats you so well, he had even asked you out with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, something you had mentioned once during one of your smoke – and more often than not hookup – sessions.

It’s so wildly different from Kita and his games, from the taboo of your brothers and the utter confusion and complication that’s innate with Suna. Shoyo’s different, you know he is.

“Okay but they’re also really competitive and when they find out you skate it’s gonna be a whole thing but like, just ignore them. For me and my sanity, please.” You wrap yourself around his arm, jutting out your bottom lip. With a smirk he flicks at it before pressing his lips against yours, untangling himself from your hold to squeeze his arms around your waist.

A squeal escapes from you as he lifts you off the ground and spins, his balance dangerously off kilter and quickly sending you two tumbling off the cement pathway through campus and into a patch of grass.

“You know I can’t say no to some healthy competition, but I can promise to win in your honor.” He cages you in, peppering more kisses along your cheeks spurring a rather embarrassing fit of giggles to burst from your lips.

“Hey dumbass! Enough with the public fucking.” Your sappy lover’s bliss quickly kicked aside as you lift your head to look over his shoulder to see Kageyama and Tsukishima giving a rather unimpressed and borderline repulsed look.

“Don’t you both have class?” You huff as Hinata rolls off of you, helping to drag you up off the ground and ever the gentleman, begins brushing dried grass off of you.

“Tch.” Tsukishima clicks his tongue. “Skipping, we’re gonna go skate downtown. You coming, idiot?” Neither of his friends bother to spare you a second glance or even a hello, and honestly you’re more than used to it, rolling your eyes and attaching yourself to Hinata’s side.

“We’re going to the library, you two should try it sometime.” You can’t help but stick your tongue out at the pair, your heart swelling at the way it earns you a fond chuckle from Hinata.

The comment earns you a dismissive look from Tsukishima and once again, nothing from Kageyama. And to your disappointment you notice an apologetic look across your boyfriend’s face as he meets your gaze.

“Library another day? You know I can’t skip out on the sesh babe, I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay?” He turns to face you properly and brushes a kiss to your temple, “And besides, I’ll be over tonight anyway, leave your window open.”

With one last sigh and peck to his cheek, you watch your boyfriend run off with his friends. There’s a flash of a memory that bites at the back of your mind, your brothers, Suna, Kita, all of them would disappear at a moment's notice. All of them having ditched you for the sesh.

But again you remind yourself Shoyo is different. He’s better than them. So you resign yourself to a soft sigh as you wave the three of them off and make your way alone to the library.

“So you’re staying for the first two weeks, my parents already know. They actually gave their blessing for you to stay in my room. I guess they figured we wouldn’t try anything with my brothers being like…right down the hall.”

He pulls you closer against his bare chest, the two of you squished together in your full sized bed. Thanking God (and your parents) for making it so you landed a single room campus apartment.

“Jokes on them.” He smirks as he traces his fingers against your lower back, random shapes that send shivers up your spine. “I don’t care.”

“How many times do we have to have the ‘you need to behave’ talk?”

“As much as you want I love when you boss me around, it’s sexy.” He whispers against your cheek, rolling his hips into yours and dragging a choked moan out of you.

“Mm Sho, not yet I’m still recovering from going two rounds in a row.” You plant your hands against his chest as if to stop him but there’s no real force. He’s impossible to say no to.

“What if I go nice and slow?”

“I don’t think slow is really in your vocabulary.”

“I can give it a try. C’mon baby, you know you wanna.” He goads, there’s a part of you that’s too exhausted and too sensitive.

The overstimulation of another round so soon would just be more pain than pleasure. But the need to please him sings in the back of your mind, maybe it won’t be too bad. You’d do just about anything for him after all.

bzzt bzzt

“Shit my phone, pass it over.”

And of course Shoyo instead occupies himself by scraping his teeth over your throat rather than making any sort of attempt to hand over your phone.

“What if I choose to fuck you instead?” Pairing the ever tempting question with one of his hands wandering south.

“Then no head for a week.” He makes a wounded puppy noise and pouts waiting for you to give in, and fuck of course there’s a part of you that’s painfully close to giving in to his desires. Besides, it’s an empty threat.

bzzt bzzt

You poke a finger into his side, spurring a small yelp to escape from him.

“Damn.” He relents finally, placing your phone in your hand.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck does Mom mean you’re bringing home a guy?” You wince at the combination of the venom dripping from his voice and the sheer volume that tears through your phone speaker.

“Hello to you too Tsumu-nii.” Sighing and making a point to roll your eyes dramatically, earning a wide grin from Shoyo.

“Don’t fuck around, since when did you have a boyfriend?” Maybe last year, when you were still so vulnerable and lost. You would’ve folded in two at how angry he is. Maybe even broken up with Shoyo solely because you didn’t want to upset either of your brothers.

But after a whole summer at home, dotted with random hookups with a handful of strangers and a few too many with Kita and occasionally Suna.

Then being thrusted back into university with all that experience and just enough of the ability to think for yourself. You’d grown a bit more into your own, needing a lot less of your brother's approval.

“Since, hm, about three months ago? Almost four. Samu-nii knew.” He didn’t, not really. It’d been when you and Shoyo had been more so hooking up randomly than actually having an established relationship.

And you had lightly glossed over having met someone to your other brother. Who’s irritation was far more subtle than Atsumus' out right cursing and screaming.

“So why the fuck am I just finding out?” His tone a touch whiny, slightly hurt and mainly pissed off.

“Because you would’ve probably threatened to take a train over here and tried to beat him up for no reason?”

“…” You can practically hear him thinking, or more likely hear him putting together some demeaning comment.

“Hit the nail on the head huh?” You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time.

“You’re not bringing him into our fucking house and he’s especially not sleeping in your room.” He seethes, deciding to ignore your statement completely.

It causes a ripe irritation to prickle at the back of your mind, to tighten your chest with a rage that seems to be exclusive to your brothers and their friends.

There’s a part of you that wants to bite back at him, truly show him how much you’ve finally grown. How much you don’t need him coddling and helicoptering your life. But the moonlight is catching in Shoyo’s eyes so perfectly, and you wouldn’t dare miss this opportunity to swoon over the man.

“Ah sorry niichan it’s getting late I’ll see you Sunday!” And with that you end the call, cutting off Atsumu before he can utter another word and toss your phone to the side.

“Wow.” Shoyo whistles, pulling you against his chest once more.

“I told you, overprotective, and now he’s extra mad ugh. Again Sho, best of the best behavior.” Your words are muffled against his chest, and you know the both of you are sick of hearing from and about your brothers.

“So…I can’t eat you out on your dining room table?”

“…Not if someone’s home.”

“And what about right now?”

“I mean…” He really is impossible to say no to.

“So where’s this boyfriend?” Osamu breaks the silence. The three of you had been stationed at the dining room table folding laundry at your mothers behest. You had decidedly taken a momentary vow of silence, too nervous and still annoyed at them to say anything.

“He’s coming on Tuesday. He had assignments to finish up.” You mumble, trying to focus on neatly folding towels.

“Yeah? Or maybe you lied, wanted to get a rise out of us. Is that it little one? Missed your niichans’ attention so much you had to make up a fake boyfriend?” He’s moving in closer, and faster than you had thought when you turn your head and come face to face with his broad chest

“Atsumu.” You try to shoulder past him, a futile attempt truly.

“Don’t brush me off. And show some respect, is that how you’re supposed to address me?” He bites out, you try your best not to flinch or shrink into yourself. But his gaze is icy, sending a harsh chill through your body.

Yet by a true stroke of luck, your phone begins ringing, with Shoyo’s ringtone that he personally had chosen.

“Oh, gotta take that.” You manage to slip past him this time, snatching your phone off the counter and beelining to your room. Ignoring how Osamu immediately starts a fight with Atsumu and yells after you about finishing the laundry.

“Shoyo?”

“Guess who finished up early and is heading towards the train station as we speak?” Relief, excitement and something too damn close to love bubbles up in your throat.

“Oh my god for real? What time are you gonna get here?” You’re wondering if heading to the station early would make you seem desperate, another part of you considering stopping by a cafe or something to pick up a snack for Shoyo.

“I’ll be there in about two and a half hours, think you can survive that long without me?”

“I’ll try…” You pick at a stray thread on your comforter. “I miss you.”

“Me or my tongue?”

“You- Shoyo! No dirty talk while I’m in my childhood bed.” Which is a far step into hypocrisy on your part, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’m gonna be fucking you into that bed in a few hours so you’re gonna have to get over the dirty talk quick.” His voice lowers, triggering an ache deep in your belly.

“I’m hanging up. Text me when you’re like twenty minutes out, I’ll meet you at the train station. My brothers are already driving me fuckin’ crazy.”

“Yeah, siblings are like that.” He hums, so sweet and sympathetic. You can't help but scoff at that one. Because you and the twins from hell are very different from any normal set of siblings. “I’ll see you soon though baby.”

“Bye Sho.”

But now you have Shoyo, and you’ll fight tooth and nail for this speck of normalcy. It can’t be cowardly if almost everything that happened in the past should’ve never happened at all.

You hide in your room with the door locked and music blasting until the text you’ve been anxiously waiting for finally pops up on your phone.

Fell asleep, 10 mins away ;)

It takes only a few seconds for you to plan your escape route, dashing out of your room and past the living room where Atsumu, Osamu and the rest of their friends – including Kita and Suna – have settled no doubt for the rest of the night.

You hear someone call out your name as you throw open the front door, grabbing one of your brothers’ spare boards scattered on your porch.

It was far faster than walking and a lot less of a hassle than running to the train station. Even though you had vehemently denied to Shoyo that you could even stand on a skateboard in the first place.

You just didn’t wanna be called a poser by the campus skate rats or namely, Shoyo’s friend group.

That familiar mop of orange hair catches your attention immediately as you swerve through the crowd, stopping just before him and throwing yourself into his arms. Thankful that he catches you so easily.

“Baby you said you didn’t skate!” His eyes are lit up, shining so gleefully and it makes your heart melt into a pitiful puddle, cursing your past self for lying to him.

“I mean, I can't do any tricks or whatever but I can get from point A to point B.” You cup his face in your hands and peck his lips, smiling sweetly back at him.

Before you can move away he catches your hips with a firm grip, smashing his lips against yours, a shameless display of public affection. Something you’ve grown happily accustomed to because of him.

“Shit I know what we’ll be doing for the rest of summer then.” His voice lowers, eyes flooding with an insatiable hunger that you’ve missed in the less than a few days apart. “Besides all the fucking.”

“You’re relentless.” You gasp, a faux scandalized lilt in your words.

“I just love your pussy.”

“We’re in public!” Your hands fly up to cover his mouth, squealing when he laps his tongue across your palm. Giggling you wipe your hand across his shirt and intertwine your fingers with his as you pick up the board. “Let’s walk, more time together, less time with my brother and his friends.”

“You really don’t like ‘em huh?”

It’s not a matter of dislike, it never was. It’d be a gross oversimplification of a tumultuous situation. But it’s easier for Shoyo to think that’s what’s going on, safer.

“They’re just too much, and loud.” That much is true.

“I’m ‘too much’ and loud.”

“Yeah but you’re cute.” Emphasizing the statement with a playful nudge of your shoulder.

“Glad to be your favorite skater.”

“Don’t tell any of them that. They might riot.” And by they you mean Atsumu, while the others will throw you and your boyfriend scathing looks and disparaging comments.

The walk back is filled with mindless chatter, most of it is Shoyo telling you all about the Sunday you were gone, and how he and Kageyama got into a fist fight over some sweet bread but obviously he had won without a single scratch.

At first you didn’t care much for his tendency to get into physical fights with his friends, but after witnessing one you realized it was more about screwing around than anything else. Nowadays it was funny to hear about and funnier to witness.

It’s bliss to be lost in conversation with Shoyo, heartwarming, unadulterated bliss. You could almost forget about how the two of you are walking into trouble, almost.

“So. This is the rumored boyfriend.”

And fuck if it isn’t one of the worst ones to greet you two first. Though you doubt there was really a good, let alone, decent choice.

“Suna Rintarou.” He states, his usual bored tone and expression, eyes narrowing as he stares down Shoyo.

“Hey! Hinata Shoyo!” Your boyfriend beams back, immune to icy, disdain ridden stares courtesy of Kageyama and Tsukishima.

“Are you leaving?” And maybe you sound a bit too hopeful if the twitch in Suna’s eye is anything to go by.

“Nah out here for a smoke.” He holds up the unlit joint between his fingers. “Wanna hit?”

He doesn’t have the decency to even look you in the eyes, blatantly dragging his gaze up and down your figure before settling at your chest. You feel Shoyo lean a bit more into you.

“Pass, Sho needs to meet my parents.”

“They’re still out.” His posture shifts, defensive, almost like he’s trying to tell you two to get lost. Which is bullshit considering it’s your house.

“Okay? He still needs to put his stuff away.” With an eye roll you drag Shoyo along, tossing the spare board back into the pile, waiting for Shoyo to do the same. You suck in a deep breath as you pause at the front door.

Quickly you try to mentally prepare for whatever is waiting for you behind it, and with a sharp dig of your teeth into your lower lip, you push it open.

“Hello.” You would’ve walked right into Kita if it weren’t for Shoyo curling an arm around your waist and pulling you back. Watching as Kita blocks the doorway with his slight frame and unwavering demeanor.

“Hi, excuse us.”

And of course he doesn’t move, head tilted slightly as he sizes up the man behind you and all this male posturing is starting to give you a headache.

“Kita.” You hiss through your teeth.

“Shin-nii.” He has the audacity to try to correct you, because if there’s something your brothers and their friends have an abundance of, it’s the fucking audacity.

“Move.”

“Pfft, it’s okay baby. Hey, Hinata Shoyo.” The pet name makes Kita’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, and you can’t help the bit of smugness that swells in your chest.

“…” He’s clearly still picking apart Shoyo, annoyance flashing in his eyes before he shoves down any trace of emotion once more. “Kita Shinsuke.”

Apparently it’s enough for him to move out of the way and allow you and Shoyo to enter. And the real show hasn’t even begun yet.

You don’t even get much time to recover from that little hiccup because there stand Atsumu and Osamu, arms crossed with less than pleased expressions.

“Hm.” Osamu hums.

“You’re short.” You're about to throw something at Atsumu or maybe just punch him outright. There’s a torrent of insults on the tip of your tongue ready to be hissed, but again Shoyo settles you with his hand pressing against your lower back.

“Yeah I get that a lot, especially since two of my friends are like six foot.” He’s got his best smile on, flaunting how clearly unaffected he is by the unnecessary comment.

Atsumu, clearly displeased by the lack of angry reaction from either of you, looks like he’s ready with another rude comment to spit out.

“Anyways nice meeting you but i’m reaaaaal tired so let’s talk more at dinner yeah?” He’s pulling you along, right past your brothers and your heart threatens to pound right out your chest.

The two of you stumble down the hallway, playfully shoving at each other. The awkwardness and annoyance from before instantly dashed from your memory as you herd Shoyo into your room and slam the door shut behind the two of you.

“Holy shit I can’t believe you just did that, you just-” His lips are on yours, backing you against the door as his hands force their way under your shirt. Callused fingers massage into heated flesh and you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“Sh-Sho they’re all just outside.” His lips are ghosting over your own, each breath he exhales swirling into your lungs. It’s intoxicating, addicting. By god you want more but…but…

“Then we’ll have to be quiet huh?” And it only makes it all the more tempting. But if there’s something that’s been proven by the men occupying the space outside is that they have no problem disrespecting boundaries and personal space even with the door locked.

“See that word.” You opt to kiss his cheek instead, trying to send the message that the two of you won’t be going any further. “Definitely not in your vocab.”

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t know him.” You groan, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes or just straight up leave the room. “And I like him.”

“And I don’t care.” The venom in his voice is starting to sting, even after all these years of trying so desperately to build up the immunity.

“Atsu-nii.” You plead, hoping the approach of the pitiful little sister will be enough to sway him.

“Quit with the puppy dog eyes.” Osamu finally opening his mouth, the statement followed with a curl of his upper lip.

“Please, give him a chance.” You double down, praying that for once in this lifetime they’ll let you be happy. “For me.”

“Nice try baby, but I don’t fucking like him. So end it.” You wince at the pet name, and fight back the stinging of tears at how cruel Atsumu’s tone is.

“In your goddamn dreams.” It slips before you can even think, and honestly it’s a bit cathartic to say. You were just about to head to bed, but of course your brothers decided it was the best time to corner you and interrogate you about your relationship post-family dinner. So who can blame you for what you say next. “Mom and Dad adore him, and you know what? I’m in fucking love with him!”

“Haven’t you only been together for like three months?” Osamu quips, still dawning that disgusted look.

“Yeah right, we’ve been fucking around for a lot longer than that.” It’s the widening of eyes quickly turning to narrowed looks of contempt and disgust. It makes your chest burn and ache, tears threatening to spill.

You’ve never felt more disgusting, so tarnished and used.

Your body moves before you can even bother to think twice, your instincts trying to save you from this painful conversation. Taking you towards your safe haven, towards him.

“Get back here, hey fucking brat we’re not done talking. Get your ass back here.” Your brother’s voice tears down the hallway, you think briefly of the times you would’ve folded. Dragged yourself back towards the two of them with your tail tucked between your legs and a plethora of apologies on your tongue.

Not now though, not ever again. Not when you’ve finally found a you that doesn’t require them.

Just Shoyo, only Shoyo.

You waste no time practically kicking your door open, slamming it behind you and locking it. Surging forward you trip over your feet and barely catch yourself on the bed.

There’s a moment where you hesitate, he looks so peaceful, so sweet in slumber. But the bile rising in your throat and the ire piercing through your chest has you tugging off the covers and shaking a toned arm.

“Let’s go out.” Your words are muddled in your own ears, wrought with betrayal and exhaustion.

“Huh? Out where?” His voice is thick with sleep and his eyes are barely open. He looks like an angel, the epitome of perfection and safety.

“Anywhere, everywhere, I don’t wanna be in this house Sho, c’mon.” The tears spill over and you tug harder at his arm and you know it’s selfish to wake him up at nearly three in the morning but you just need out.

“Okay hold on baby, hold on.” He flops out of your bed, pulling on a hoodie and grabbing a pair of jeans out of his duffle. Without any questions he drapes himself over you, peppering your face with kisses and wiping away any trace of tears.

The front door, or any actual exit from the house is a no go. Atsumu and Osamu are no doubt skulking around the corners of the house, sitting in wait to start another fight.

So your window is the best bet, and after perfecting a somewhat graceful escape route from it, Shoyo and his insane athletic abilities easily follow suit.

“How about a hotel?” He suggests as you walk hand in hand down the street, debating whether or not the two of you should just hop on a train and head back to your campus apartment for the night.

“Then we have to pay.” You sigh.

“I don’t care, as long as I finally get to be alone with you. I’ll pay whatever.” It makes a flurry of emotions erupt in your stomach, crawling into your chest and lodging itself in your throat. You could kiss him, should kiss him. So loving and kind and perfect, cut from an entirely different cloth than all the other men in your life.

“Well there is um, a love hotel not too far.” And while you hadn’t made use of it before, you were made aware of its existence when you had to help Osamu drag a shit faced drunk Atsumu out of there.

“Love hotel? Baby, what did you used to get up to?” There’s no trace of judgment , just a dash of amusement and curiosity.

“Oh shut it, it’s ‘cus of my stupid brother.” You whine, knocking your head lightly against his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m gonna be honest they’re starting to really piss me off, ‘specially cus they made my baby cry.” He coos, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you flush against him. That same warmth that always follows him quickly fills your entire being.

With a faint memory of how to get to the aforementioned hotel, you pull him along, the two of you enjoying the quiet streets and brisk air.

It is admittedly, not your first time at a love hotel. Nor your second or third. Those numerous mistakes made with Kita and Suna haunt you – even if you can’t really find it within yourself to truly regret any of it – but it is your first time feeling so nervous at one.

You watch quietly as Shoyo chats up the bored receptionist, heart pounding as you watch the keycard being placed in his hand. He turns to you with that infamous smile and your nerves are placated for only a moment as he strides towards you.

“M’lady, shall I lead the way?” He grabs your hand and brushes a kiss over your knuckles before intertwining your fingers. With a slight nod he pulls you along, almost getting lost twice but who cares? It’s finally just the two of you, and victory tastes so sweet.

He ushers you into the room, and with little ceremony pulls you against him before flopping onto the bed. You land on top of him, legs straddling his waist and hands on either side of his head.

“Wanna shower?” It’s a moot question, the two of you knowing there’s no point when you both fully intend on diving headfirst into utter filth.

On top of that you’ll just end up fucking in there later, why waste time changing locations.

“I have a better idea.” You whisper, sitting back on his thighs and letting your hands drag down his torso.

“Oh baby, it can’t be any better than mine.” He shoots up, nearly headbutting you as he flips you over.

He settles between your thighs, tugging off your pajama bottoms and underwear in one fell swoop.

You’ve always been thankful that Shoyo has never been one to waste time, always diving in head first. Proving it as he splits your legs apart and flattens his tongue against your inner thigh.

He drags it against hot flesh, purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You have half the mind to squeeze your thighs together to send the message of hurry the fuck up.

“Oh here baby hold this.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, handing it to you with the outer camera facing you.

“No, oh my god Shoyo, no.” His fingers are around your wrist before you can even try to hand it back to him.

“Aww c’mon it’s just for me and you, nobody else.” He pulls himself up until he’s nose to nose with you, eyes pleading. “Especially for when I'm missing you.”

After everything that’s happened with Suna, cameras in the bedroom were a huge no go for you. But this is different, he’s different, he’s safe.

He would never betray your trust.

“O-okay.” You choke out, as you angle his phone to better capture the two of you. “Nobody else Sho.”

Because if your brothers weren’t on a hell path to kill you and Shoyo now, your shitty sex tape being leaked would be as good as signing your death certificate.

“Good girl.” He peppers kisses along your jaw and up to your temple, mumbling praises into your skin. “Always so good for me. Good to me.”

He slinks back down the bed, retaking his rightful place between your thighs and eyes flooding with hunger once more.

And although his expression reads of a man starved, achingly wrought with impatience. He never backs down from an opportunity to be a damn tease, emphasizing the sentiment by barely ghosting his fingers over your aching cunt. Smirking as you whine in annoyance.

He continues his sly ministrations, poking and prodding and sending you further and further towards insanity. Your own voice foreign to your ears as you beg so desperately a whine slipping out as he finally delves his tongue between wet folds.

Yet you find yourself still so painfully aware of the phone heavy in your hands, trying to keep the camera focused on the two of you, but the temptation to simply toss it to the side is biting at the back of your tongue.

“You’re distracted.” He pouts, hooking his fingers on your nape and pulling you into a sloppy kiss. “Let’s fix that.”

And of course his definition of fix is to shove two callused fingers into you, pushing and curling perfectly. It burns so deliciously, that familiar lustful ache licking up your cunt and settling deep in your belly.

“Too much, too much!” You’re whining, knowing full well it’ll do nothing to sway Shoyo. Knowing you’re lying when he’s conditioned you to love every filthy thing he does to you, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how hesitant you may be.

“Show off to the camera baby, lemme see you.” He manages to bat the hand you’ve been hovering over your face out of the way, all while abruptly shoving a third finger into you. “Look at the way you're taking my fingers, squeezing me so bad. Love this slutty pussy.”

He pumps them faster, smashing his thumb into your clit, it’s like a dart through your chest and fuck you’re gonna cum already.

“Shoyo- it’s too mm, you need to…ah s-slower.” Your heart in your throat you try to beg sweetly, there’ll be no reprieve if you cum now. And he’ll only take advantage of how painfully oversensitive you’ll be. “Please?”

“You said it first, babe.” The smirk on his lips is dizzying, intoxicating, it spells out your certain doom. “That word ain’t in my vocab.”

He grazes his teeth over your nipples, a slight catalyst that’s just enough to send you careening over the edge forcing fireworks to burst behind your eyes and a throbbing in the back of your skull.

Soft kisses bring you back into the moment, still splayed out wantonly beneath him and for a moment you’re foolish enough to think he’ll actually give pause.

Instead he takes his phone from your loose grip, focusing it on your twitching cunt. He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you let yourself take a second to brace yourself.

Because no matter how much time and care is dedicated to prep, Shoyo’s cock remains to be the heaviest, thickest, monster of a dick to ever grace your poor, poor pussy.

You’ve always wondered if the term ‘coke can cock’ was created just for him.

He’s kind enough to ease himself in, letting you squirm and relax and take him at your own pace, broken little moans encouraging him to keep going.

“Feel so fucking good wrapped around me, here keep it like this.” The phone is back in your hands, Shoyo positioning you to rest your wrists on your stomach and angling it perfectly.

Your heart slams against your rib cage, he’s gifted you with the perfect view of his cock splitting your pussy.

It’s dizzying, addicting and your hazy mind makes a note to give him the best head next time for changing your mind about phones while fucking.

There’s a temptation to let your eyes flutter shut, to revel in being taken apart so delectably. But you can’t help but zero in on the screen, watching such a beautifully pornagraphic scene take place.

“Oh, ah.” Any possible statement muddles against your tongue, eyes rolling back. Shoyo’s phone slips from your fingers, landing on your stomach and sliding onto the bed.

You hear a snicker as you try to find purchase on the wrinkled sheets beneath you. Desperately fisting the linen as he takes you apart with each thrust.

“Aw, why are you grabbing the sheets baby? I’m right here.” His fingers trail along your forearms as he slots your fingers together and drags your hands above your head.

The motion forces him in deeper, a lewd sound somewhere between a moan and a whine rips through your throat. You swear to whatever gods that you can feel him practically breach your cervix.

“I’ll get lonely if you keep doing that.” He whispers against your throat, chasing his words with sloppy kisses and filthier promises.

Carefully — most of all sexily — he manages to pin both of your wrists with one hand, the other quickly locating the discarded phone.

You watch as his gaze drags down your body, the camera following his path as he languidly thrusts into you. Completely unphased by the way you’re shaking beneath him, whimpering and begging for him to give you his full attention.

“Sho, Sho please, please, I need it, please!” You hear his phone fall against the bed once more, too preoccupied to bother grabbing it. The obscene symphony of skin against skin no doubt being captured anyways. “Ah!”

“Say it, c’mon say it.” He growls under his breath, the rhythm of his thrusts turning savage, taking and taking.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Said like a prayer, so sweet and rich and heavy on your tongue.

It’s damning, it’s a blessing.

Each utterance is a desperate plea to stay right here, beneath him, filled with him.

“Tell me you’re mine, baby.” His voice is low, the vibrations of his chest thrumming against you. “Only mine.”

“I’m yours, only yours, yours, yours- hnnn I’m, I’m-”

Silence, followed by the sound of your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and expose your very soul to the man before you.

“So fucking good for me.” Followed by the delicious feeling of your aching pussy being pumped full by him.

Fucked out, naked and tucked against Shoyo’s side, while a deep slumber drags you under leaves you so blissfully unaware. Unable to intervene as Shoyo grabs your phone and looks through your contacts, picking out the four numbers he needs and transferring it to his own.

Who knows when you’ll find out – or if you ever will – that he put himself into a groupchat with them, and sends the very video he promised was for no one else’s eyes but the two of you. He taps out a few words, the smirk on his lips undeniable as he sends the message.

She’s my little fuck toy now.

He pauses, looking back down at you. He could definitely get used to this. And it’d be a shame if he didn’t get to witness the fallout.

Get used to it fuckers.

[royalyan-main]

papa!enji fucking her pretty girl in her kimono hc tw : incest

it’s your day off tomorrow, and as usual you’re going home to spend it taking care of your papa.

on your way home you stopped by a store to buy some ingredients for dinner.

papa!enji has a good high calorie balanced diet

when you arrive at home the maid has cleaned the house per your request and has went home, so you make your way to the kitchen to start prepping.

tonight you’re making gyudon, vegetable sukiyaki, seared gyoza for the side dish, and red bean based dessert.

additional from your black flame, your quirk is somehow able to sense the presence of other flame based quirk user so you can tell when papa is close.

and like how he likes it, you dress in one of the expensive hand made silk kimonos he buys you and wait on your knees by the door.

when he opens the door you’re just so excited you almost went into your puppy headspace :((

but papa looks tired and you’re determined to be his good girl.

he mutters an unpromptly deep tadaima and sits next to you to take off his shoes.

papa usually takes it off with his feet so papa must be extra tired today :(

you hurry and try to take off his shoes for him instead.

your pretty delicate hands swiftly untying the laces, your loose strain of baby hair falling to your face, and you just look so beautiful.

papa!enji is just so fucking whipped

he puts his large calloused palm on the side of your head, his thumb tugging your hair back, careful not to hurt your soft face.

he mutters a thank you

and you just reply him with an eye smile and an okaeri, papa.

damn enji felt like his heart almost stopped

“papa, do you want to bathe first ? i’ll get the water running for you.”

“it’s okay, i’ll go help myself, you go and finish dinner.”

you dismissed yourself to the kitchen with a slight bow and it tugs all the right places at his heart because fuck enji todoroki is whipped.

the dinner was quiet, it’s one of enji’s traditional mannerism mandatories that he still keep.

you’re seperated about 1.5 meters apart by the table and you can’t help but steal little glances at papa, you just miss him so much !!

enji finishes first but as he rises from the cushion you hurry to his side and take his dish from his hands.

“it’s okay papa, i got it.” your hand accidentally brushes against his.

his eyes find yours and you can feel your heart drop at his dim eyes.

he’s always like this, since he tried to fix your family, he has always been so grim and sad.

of course he’d still pull off his usual intimidating manner, he’s the number one hero after all, he’s got an image to keep and a profile to maintain.

but you know better, you always do.

even since you were young, you had always been his best girl, even when he’d spend most of his time at the agency and the little free day he has with your youngest brother, you never complain.

you’d even take another step and comfort your brothers.

and when he built a house far away, meant for your mother, natsuo, shoto, and you.

you almost wailed at the spot.

if someone’s gonna take you away from him, they’d have to pry your stiff lifeless body from death’s cold wrinkled hands.

it’s been a year but you can tell he still thinks you’re better of without him.

and you’re even more determined to prove that you’re always staying, even if you have stop by death’s door and get a loan.

he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head and walks to the living room to go sit on the couch and switch through news channels until he falls asleep on the couch and you’d have to spend ten minutes trying to get him to move to the futon you laid for him.

you wonder what happens on days when you’re not home, does he let himself sleep here until the morning comes ? doesn’t his back strain ? is that why he always seem to move uncomfortably at his office chair ?

you finish the dishes and still see he’s slumped at the sofa.

“papa, can i pour you a drink ?

he looks at your direction and answers a short “sure, come drink with me.”

you came back shortly with a tray of two ceramic cups and a cerafe filled with chilled sake.

he sits on the tatami crossing his leg below the table.

you sit on your knees and pour him his first glass. he motions to pour a glass for you too but you gently pulled the cerafe away.

“it’s okay papa, i’m taking care of you tonight.”

he sighs at your sight and finishes his glass.

“you always have, you always do.”

this continued for three more glasses and you can see he’s starting to heat up by the tint on his cheeks.

you originally hoped the alcohol will help him relax a bit, but rather he seem to be in more distress he looks like he’s about to cry, he never cries.

he prompts his elbows on the table and burries his face in his hands, confirming your earlier concern.

you’re basically entering panic mode..papa is in distress.. what to do what to do

your body moved before you knew it and crawled on the gap between his abdomen and the table side, your legs now straddling his thighs, you upper body forcing itself through his folded arms making their ways to his neck.

you can feel your cheeks heat up at the contact against his nape, it’s hot, he’s burning up.

his strong arms are now fully engulfing you, desperate to find a grip.

“it’s okay papa, i’m here.”

you pet the undercut above his nape lovingly, murmuring sweet little i’m here, i’m here and stay like that for a moment.

he pulls himself from your embrace for a bit, and you hold his face, his eyes are red yet dull at the same time.

oh how you wish you can protect him from all the harm of the world,

and how he silently wishes just the same.

this has been on my draft for months im to lazy to edit but it’s to good to delete shdhshh enjoy

[royalyan-main]

[21.17]

feelin a little soft tonight so i’ll tell you about papa!enji’s pregnant girl all swolen and heavy waddling around on her little legs, her getting hungry at 1AM but not wanting to wake him up since he’s had a long day :(( so she quietly struggles to sit up on her futon then crawls to the door bcs standing up is a hassle and it’ll creak the floor.

she’s craving something hot, maybe a noodle soup with boiled egg on top. she goes through the kitchen to see what’s there, lucky her ! there are some udon left, and frozen sliced beef too !! she happily pulls them out and gently place them on the kitchen top, careful not to make a sound. she grabs one of the pot hanging on the dish dryer, the one used for dinner that night, fills it with water to boil the noodle. she then proceeds to open the cabinet to look for another pot to cook the broth.. but it’s kinda high up the cabinet.. it’s too dangerous to climb on a chair right ..? so she tries to stretch her small toes to reach for the handle of the pot,, but poor baby the stacked utensils fell so loud on the floor.

enji had never run so fast in his house his entire life living there.

he quickly found where the noise came from and is welcomed with a little bundle on her knees trying to pick up the mess.

“why didn’t you wake me up ? you could’ve gotten seriously hurt,” he says, gently pulling her arm to make her stand.

“wanted to let you sleep,” she replies with a shy gaze looking down, like a child getting scolded.

enji scans the room and notices the ingredients put neatly on the kitchen top.

“are you hungry ?” he asks, still not letting go of her arm.

a nod.

he sighs and carries her bridal style to the sofa across, wrapping the thin blanket around her and turning the tv on,

“i’ll do it, you sit here.”

without giving her a chance to protest he strides back to the kitchen, washes his hands and starts cooking.

not long after, he comes back to her with a bowl of spicy udon soup topped with grilled sliced beef and onsen egg, her head’s leaned to the arm rest of the sofa and her pretty legs swollen too from carrying her their—

he places the bowl and the cutlery on the table in front, gently pats her arm to wake her up.

her eyes shined so bright at the first smell of the rich chicken broth tickling her nostrils. she wakes up straight and with a beaming smile sets herself to eat,

“can you sit closer please, i want to hold your hand.”

“don’t you need both your hands to eat ?”

“not really,”

he gives up and shifts closer to her extended arm, and she quickly finds comfort in holding his strong arm close and pressing her soft full cheek to it despite making it less easy to chew her food.

“you made it spicy,”

“the way you like it.”

and the night goes on with their bodies pressed closed before the low coffee table, thighs numb but she doesn’t let go even once and he doesn’t either.

[royalyan-main]

cw : nsfw

tonight i present you alpha papa!enji who made his girl quit pro hero because one time she got hurt reeally bad, and the independent bossgirl icon hero y/n is reduced to a spoiled little omega who can barely last a work day with her alpha gone,, everytime enji gets home she’s always ready to jump into his arms and nip at his scent gland bcs she’s so so desperate and needy,, enji rubbing her exposed milky thighs telling her to let her papa at least get cleaned first and her not letting go the lock grip of all her limbs around him, they end up bathing together with a hell lot of touching. some nights when enji gets home with the smell of another omega even the slightest hint, you bet she won’t even let him pass the living room and ride his dick right at the doorstep, agressively biting and licking trying to get the invasive scent away,, and when she’s all limp and tired on his lap he’ll gently kiss all over her face, making sure she knows she means the whole world to him, he’ll carry her bridal style to the onsen and just relax in the water, she’ll probably apologize for being emotional and insist on cooking something (bcs she loves him so so much) sometimes at night after rounds when she’s in heat and enji’s taking the week off to care for her, she oftens wake up in the middle of the night, her nightrobe sloppily worn, bitemarks visible all over her shoulder, sitting by porch that connects their room to the back garden, enjoying the moonlight because she’s feeling more emotional than usual, and the slightly colder bedside will wake enji up, and he stares at her back for a bit, the moonlight illuminating the love touches he left on her back, but he gets up to tuck her back in because night wind is not good for her health and he doesn’t want to risk anything;

[royalyan-main]

i know i’ve said this before but, these set of pictures is really feeding my brain.. just imagine enji reducing his office hours day by day because once he had an overtime and his bundle of a swollen hormonal pregnant omega baby was waiting at the doorstep dressed only in his shirt with thin blanket around her, tiny hands rubbing the now showing four months baby bump, eyes swollen and lips turnt in a pout,, he didn’t even get to finish his greeting before she burst in to tears and a series of “wahh,” waddling her small feet towards him, almost tripping at the height difference of the floor and falling into his strong arms.. she didn’t let go the whole night.. dramatic baby even chose to take her third bath of the day than letting go.. she wouldn’t stop scenting him,, and thinking about y/n really likes to sit by their porch, dressed in a pretty sundress, leaning to enji’s slightly warmer body, pressing her bump to enji’s arm, always desperate for contact. him always deep in thoughts, not being able to stop worrying about the future, them, and the life growing inside her, but all worries dissipate when he feels a nibble on his shoulder, he looks at her and gets back an eye smile the same color as his, and a wet patch on his shirt from her chomping, he smiles a bit at the sight and kisses the crown of her hair, his free hand holding her chin in an attempt to peck her lips, but she grips the back of his neck and deepens the kiss, gently nips at his bottom lip asking for access, and he gives in. the hand holding her chin now stays at the wooden spot behind her to support them both, both her arms now around his neck, his now free too other hand finds comfort at the small of her back. it’s messy, wet and full of longing. he feels their spit mixing and romanticizes the way everything feels around him at the moment. the way she gently plays with his roots, the way their knees are touching against each other, the way the wind softly blows her hair it tickles his face, and the idea of their steel blue eyes meeting this close while their noses are still touching; he relishes the butterlies in his stomach and sends gratitude to whoever is watching up there, to spare him at least this.

[royalyan-main]

[23.59]

cw dubcon, incest (duh)

“please head this way sir,”

the woman working in the stay walks so politely and gestures forward, showing the way for their vip guest.

‘i guess being the number one’s has its own good’, you think to yourself.

as ridiculous as it sounds, staying at this place was not in the schedule. enji had a hero convention to attend at the neighbor city. but instead of going with his sidekicks, he prompted for you to come along.

‘you said you wanted to go somewhere’, he reasons.

and that’s how you end up here.

there was a surprise snow storm the next day of the convention, it caused quite a commotion as many roads were blocked, including the border back to shizuoka.

the local officials were very quick to mitigate the situation, assisting the border line and helping everyone get a place to stay for the night or two. a lot of the younger ones chose to walk a bit to find a place they’d prefer to stay, the older ones got picked up by a bus to be taken to an assigned hotel.

so after talking to some of the local enforcements, making sure that things are under control, enji wears his coat and takes your hand in his, burrying them inside the pocket.

you tighten your scarf with one hand and lean closer to his body, clinging to his bicep and nuzzling your face to his shoulder.

and that’s how the two of you ended up in this traditional style hotel, is it a hotel though? an inn ? whatever it is, it sure looks cozy. enji has always had a good eye for things like these.

“is there anything i can help sir ?”

the woman asks with a smile.

“we’re fi—“

“we’ll have four bottles of sake please,” you interrupt, face a bit sour as you take off your winter attire.

“right away, miss.” she obliges and slides the door, leaving the two of you alone.

“have you been here before, papa ?” you ask, putting his coat and yours away. pretty pink blush on your cheeks at the thought of being alone with him.

“once, with your mother—“

your stomach drops. your ears ring and suddenly you feel like someone’s stomping on your ribs, making it hard to breathe.

you subtly hear his voice but can’t make out what he’s saying.

—

you’ve changed to the way more comfortable kimono they provided for the guests. enji’s staying in his shirt, now sitting next to the heater, deep in thoughts as always.

you stride to him slowly, the socks cladding your little feet silencing the floor.

“papa,” you hug him from behind.

“what’s wrong ?”

you shake your head.

“nothing,”

you burry your face further to his back, in hopes of making the tight in your chest go away, but it’s not working. but you can’t go on a tantrum now, can’t you see he’s got a lot on his plate ?

‘the alcohol will help’. you assure yourself.

“shitsurei shimasu,”

a foreign voice joins.

it’s the woman from before, delivering a tray of alcohol like you asked. it’s pretty. the flower motives on the cup, and a big matching flask. you had a modern bottled sake in mind, but the with the size of the flask you’d settle with it being enough.

you bring the tray to your papa. pouring him a glass first.

the two of you drink and drink until the flask is emptied. you don’t feel anything.

you get up to ring the woman before to ask for another serve, legs wobbly and unstraight, not long until you then fall.

enji grabs your arm before your face hits the floor.

“that’s enough, control yourself.”

you sob.

he sighs and sits down. holding both your wrists to hold you up.

it surprises you too. you’re a loud drinker, usually getting more giddy the more alcohol dances in your blood.

you cry again. you cry wet hiccuped sobs like a person who lost their entire world.

“what is it,” his forehead furrowed.

you lower your head more, trying to stiffle the sobs, embarrassed to even feel like this.

“is it because i mentioned your mother ?” he asks still calm, rather disappointed at himself.

he pulls you to his chest, caging you with his arms. his left cheek on your head in adoration.

“i’m sorry,” he starts.

“it’s just, i hate remembering that i only exist because you made love to another woman.”

“it wasn’t love,” he cuts.

“you don’t have to lie, papa.”

“i don’t lie, you know that.”

silence.

“you’re the first woman i’ve ever loved”

your head is spinning.

“prove it,” you get up and straddle his crotch, purposely sitting on it.

“you’re drunk,” he holds you back.

“make love to me—“ you push him down and kiss his jaws, trailing down to his toned neck, unbuttoning his shirt.

“i’ll do it when you’ve sobered, now get up.”

he pushes your waist, careful not to hurt you. your push his hands away and go on your way down his chest, sucking on it like it’s your lifeline.

he forgot how strong he trained you to be.

you use one of your hand to quickly get off as much fabric off yourself as you can, not bothered by the air tickling your exposed skin, sending shivers down your cold feet. you palm his cock hard but he used his strength to knock you over. he stands up, chest heaving.

you grimace at the contact with the floor.

“you’re wasted, go shower and sleep.” he fixes his shirt.

“papa i’m sorry i didn’t mean—“

“i’m getting fresh air, don’t wait on me.” he says rushed, grabbing his coat and reaching for the door.

you don’t bother fixing your robe and frantically crawl to him, knowing you pushed him too far.

“papa, please!”

it’s too late.

—

steam blows out everytime enji breathes, the dark of the night making it more visible. he glances at his watch, 2.00 in the morning.

he sighs again for the who knows how many times for the day and his mind takes him back to the hotel room. he leans at the wall for a bit and lights up a cigar with a snap of his fingers.

he lets off the first blow and lets the nicotine join his blood too. his head always too full with things, with her.

he gets where she’s coming from, really. he’s just, he thinks it’s just alcohol moving her and he doesn’t want to do something she’ll forget. if she forgets then he’ll forget and in the end it won’t be any difference with hookups you pick up on the street.

he starts walking around, trying to take his mind of everything.

he sees the pretty boutiques and remembers that it’s a shopping district.

i made her cry again, i should get her someting.

on his way he stumbles upon a jewelry store that happens to be open at this hour. recognizing her favorite brand written, he puts out his cigar on the trashcan before going in, determined to put a smile on her face.

—

enji comes back to the room one hour after. his coat on his left hand and a crimson paperbag with gold engravings on his right.

he takes off his shoes and head inside, there he sees you’ve lade two futons on the living room, with you asleep, facing the door.

his breath stilled.

you were waiting for him to come home.

he kneels beside you and carresses your cheek with two fingers. after pressing a kiss to your head he heads to the bathroom, putting the paperbag on the table near.

he finishes showering quickly and slides on some pants, not bothering for a shirt before he hurriedly gets inside the cover, holding you from behind, cooing at the sight of your dried tears.

he holds you tight and press kisses to you face. your swollen eyes, your dainty nose and pretty plump lips, and the scar on your cheek you got from protecting your papa. he takes his time squishing you like a plush, before he falls asleep himself.

—

morning comes and you feel it behind the slightly red hues behind your eyes. you take a moment to gather yourself before moving, you roll back and is greeted by the pleasent sight of his toned back that has carried so much weight.

the remnants of last night come crashing back and you feel guilt taking over your senses. you scoot over, not daring to touch him more than light caresses on his nape.

ever since the war with the villains, enji became an even lighter sleeper than before, and just by the graze of your fingers he wakes up.

by instinct he rolls over and put his arm and leg over you, caging you in a bear hug.

“morning,” he greets, voice raspy from sleepiness.

you manage to slip out a hand out of his arm lock and caresses the side of his face, feeling so much love yet regret at the same time.

you let your arm rest across his head, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper out.

his lids open at it. he pulls back a bit and holds your face to him.

“look at me, kid.” he asks patiently.

you’re too ashamed of yourself to do so.

seeing you like that, he gets up to grab the bag from yesterday. his back facing you, not noticing the little grabby hands you made in attempt to make him stay.

but those hands pull back completely.

you wait back for a bit, and then he’s back with a crimson red paperbag, with leather like texture on it.

he sits on the futon next to you and puts the bag in front of him.

“get up,”

still in gloomy mood you sit up, fixing the fallen strap of your sleep gown. eyes still too shy to look at his.

he takes out a box wrapped with paper and red wax seals on two sides of it. he swiftly removes them, opening the box, showing you a beautiful gold ring with cartier’s iconic screwdriver motive around it.

it feels like a dream.

while you still have both hands covering your mouth from surprise, he gently takes your left hand, sliding the ring on your sweet sweet ring finger. your eyes sting as you look at how it rests on you.

then he unwraps another box.

“do you want to put on mine ?”

he asks with eyes so kind looking at your teary ones.

a bit shaky but sure, you open the other box and see a matching ring, engraved with numbers.

“it’s the day you were born, and the exact time.”

you slide his ring on his ring finger too. your hands lingering trying to memorize the way it feels on his hand.

“look at me,”

this time, you do.

with blobs of tears on the corner of your eye threatening to fall, you drown in his eyes.

he caresses your cheek with one hand.

“i’m sorry,” he starts.

“i’m horrible at this, know that if i could, i would’ve already married you. but i can’t, so hopefully this ring will suffice. don’t question my love for you like that again, yeah ?” he confesses while petting your hair.

this is the most romantic you’ve ever heard come out of him.

you can’t contain your feelings any longer and tackle him in a big hug.

“thank you thank you thank you. i love you, papa.”

you let out with kisses on his temple.

he holds you back with both arms.

“don’t ever take it off, i don’t want men to start having ideas.”

“anything for you, papa.”

—

fin

[royalyan-main]

tw : incest

ok what abt aboverse papa!enji.. can’t get my head off the thought of alpha enji fresh out of the shower just casually licking a big stripe at ur scent gland when you’re preparing dinner leaving you flustered and a blushing mess.. and proceeding to sit at the sofa switching between channels like nothing happened.. to assert territory he says..

let’s go touch sum grass 🏃🏻‍♀️

[royalyan-main]

[06.28]

someone headcanonned that whenever enji’s having sex with his partner he thinks he’s undeserving of any pleasure and apologizes everytime he feels good. so this is my contribution.

cw : uh kinda womb fucking ? mostly just y/n sucking the hell out of enji.

“papa.. papa… please—ah!”

your arms craddle his head to your heart. he presses open kisses to your chest, moving around your bossom, hips not faltering one bit.

you’re so close.

your thighs press tighter to enji’s sides. you can feel his years of training and hardwork, even on cloud nine.

he barely makes a sound, you noticed.

he’s always like this. thinking it’s a sin to feel pleasure from his own flesh and blood. prefers to pepper your face with kisses after your sixth high and then excuses himself to the bathroom to finish.

you hate this side of him. but you so easily lose control under his slightest touch, you haven’t had the chance to confront him.

so this time, at the moment, before you lose yourself completely, you make a note to yourself.

just a few minutes after, you can feel your lower tummy tighten, you moan at the feeling.

“papa.. ‘m so..ah! close,”

you lean your head to his.

“please.. harder.. ah!”

you feel a blunt tip prodding at your gummy walls, threatening to push through.

you feel yourself getting lightheaded.

“please.. i’m so close..”

you mutter again.

he kisses your head before using both his hands to hoist up your thighs, pressing on them until you can feel the skin tingling your earlobe.

the sound of skin slapping is louder. wetter. you guess it’s due to the contrast of his toned pelvis and your soft soft jiggly fatty thigh.

suddenly your hips buckle as your legs tremble. you reached your high, again.

he pulls out a bit after he feels you gushing around him. gently letting down your thighs, softly rubbing where he can reach.

you feel featherlight kisses on your half lidded eyes, your supple cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your chin, your jaw, everywhere.

you shudder at the attentive gesture.

“had enough ?”

gruff tired voice breaks through your haze.

you nod, trying to not pass out.

he kisses above your bossom one more time before getting up.

but your last bit of conscious brings back the little determination you had before you lost yourself to the pleasure.

you pull on his arm before he gets the chance to sit up.

“what is it ?”

you use your remaining strength to push him until he lies on his back. you roll over, straddling him.

he can feel your wetness making a mess on his abs.

“you’re not satisfied yet ?” he asks, calloused fingers rubbing at your ankles.

you don’t answer.

you turn your back on him instead.

he’s still hard, you think.

he didn’t cum.

“hey, turn over. i’ll take care of you if you want more.”

he touches your arm.

your body move itself with one thought in mind.

make him cum.

you take a breath and get down.

one hand supporting your still shaky body on his muscled thigh. the other wraps around his base, as your kiss the head.

a hiss.

your grip tighten’s as you give kitten licks on his slit, thumb rubbing the vein along his girth.

“hey, stop it’s dirty—fuck”

enji thinks his heart skipped a beat or two when you suddenly take in half of him in your mouth. it’s warm.. your mouth is warm.. and wet.. and so soft.. he’s getting dizzy.

you flatten your tongue and try to lick the sides wherever you can reach.

you’ve only done this in your mind so at the moment, you’re moving pure on your instincts.

you keep sucking the upper half like it’s candy. letting go with an unplanned ‘pop’.

he grunts and grabs your hip, hard. fingers dipping harder than his usual touch.

you take a deep breath and went down again.

‘this time, i need to take it all the way.’ you thought.

just as you did before, halfway was your limit. but you hollow your cheeks and force him down your throat.

it’s hard.

and to be honest, kinda hurts.

good thing you always liked a little bit of pain.

you hear his breathy grunt, now bolder than before as you work your way to his base.

enji swears he’s died and gone to whatever kind of heaven reserved to mortals like him.

you finally feel your nose touching his pubes. it smells like him, all of him. you involuntarily swallow around him and enji’s eyes widen.

you feel a flick, then a spurt wetting down your throat.

you relish in his taste before you feel strong arms pulling you. he cups your cheekies with his fingers.

“don’t swallow it, it’s dirty.” enji says with half teary eyes. his dick still twitching from the surprise.

you give him a stupid cock drunk smile.

you lean closer to his ear, and gives a peck.

“then next time, cum inside me.”

[royalyan-main]

𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚

𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)

gojo x fem reader

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)

all jjk men x fem reader 😭

Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They weren’t picture perfect but neither were you.

𐙚 mascara by @/softstellars (on going)

geto x fem reader

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

𐙚 a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".

𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

sequel to a pearl!

After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?

𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)

toji x fem reader

you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?

𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.

𐙚 fate’s gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

sequel to a dangerous game

缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.

𐙚 him & i by @pharixden (on going)

gojo x fem reader

toji x fem reader

sukuna x fem reader

A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.

𐙚 changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)

gojo x fem reader

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

𐙚 the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.

𐙚 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)

nanami x fem reader

Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.

𐙚 forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.

𐙚 love kills by @/sourome (on going)

i actually don’t know 😭 i think toji x fem reader

The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your mother’s heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.

𐙚 the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.

𐙚 bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)

toji x fem reader

Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...

𐙚 violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?

𐙚 starboy by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

sequel to violet lights

After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didn’t know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, he’s better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.

𐙚 sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)

toji x fem reader

Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.

This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.

𐙚 the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)

gojo x fem reader

This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.

𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚

[royalyan-main]

snow on the beach.

This was a short drabble, super sorry if it's bad. I've been sick and I wanted to write something!

+ angst

"It's snowing!" Utahime runs outside, her long hair jumping with every pounce. "Wait for me." Shoko walks with hands in her pockets making sure she follows closely behind Utahime.

You turn around to see Suguru walk out of the boys dorm. Haibara running out excitedly with Kento following behind. "Morning y/n!" Haibara waves before throwing himself in the snow. It was a morning to remember.

But all you could do was watch. Today was a morning to remember, but the night before was a nightmare. "He went on a run this morning." Suguru stood next to you interrupting yourself from thinking about last night. "...good for him." You look up at Suguru and awkwardly smile.

"Maybe it's best if we see other people?" Satoru says watching every muscle on your face soften as your eyes got watery. You loved him and he loved you, but never were you expecting him to say those words. But everything happens for a reason?

"If that's what you want..."

"Shoko told me that you think he has another chick?" You sigh and sit on the front step of the girls dorm, Suguru taking a seat right next to you. "A man only says that if he already has another women Sugu..." You fidget with your gloves, the cold wind caused the tip of your nose to get red. "You are both very important to me, but I have no clue of Satoru being with another-"

The nerve, Satoru Gojo had to break up with you the night after and bring the women he left you for back to the campus. His bright smile shining as he throws snowballs at the brunette. She was gorgeous, her laugh, her smile, her looks. Straight off the cover of vogue.

"Hey guys, this is my friend...Miyu." He introduces her to the group playing in the snow. Not bothering to come near you or Suguru. You scoffed looking over at Suguru who was just as shocked as you. "Y/n I'm sorry I really don't know why he'd-" Your eyes getting all watery again, God you hated being such a cry baby. "Don't apologize for him Sugu." You get up walking back to your room.

Satoru spots Suguru sitting, quickly making his way towards him. "Hey why aren't you playing in the snow with the rest?" Satoru takes a seat right next to Suguru. Did anyone think this would happen? Knowing Satoru it was a slim chance but he loved you. Everyone saw it? So why was he already introducing all his friends to another women. "What's the purpose of this...of her?" Suguru points at the brunette who was laughing with Haibara.

"She has a name...listen people move on and they-" Satoru starts giving some lame ass excuse. "Save it for someone more gullible." Suguru scoffed walking in to check on you. Not caring if he'd get punished for walking into the girls dorm.

Your blankets wrapping around your body, the tiny window cracked open letting the cold air enter the room, the vanilla scented candle burning. Lastly, the small sniffles coming out of you. "Y/n...?" It was Suguru, how could you not give in to Suguru. Engulfing him in a huge hug as soon as you feel his weight on the feet of your bed.

The painful cries get louder and each filled with hurt and betrayal. You really loved Satoru, if he'd hurt you this much. Then again it's only been a day since you two have officially ended. Your crying slowed down as you laid with Suguru in the bed. His hand softly petting your head as your arms tightly wrapped around him. "I told you." You mumbled, finally gathering the courage to speak again.

But Suguru didn't even know what to say. Still shocked as to why Satoru would even leave you. Suguru watched you softly drift back to sleep before leaving your room. Everyone was now sitting in the snow sipping on some hot chocolate. "Why hasn't y/n come out!" Utahime asked, watching Suguru leaving the girls dorm. "She doesn't feel good."

How pathetic. Not even bothering to check on you knowing how heartbroken you were and still are. What kind of friends were they? Watching them all sit and laugh as if you weren't hurting.

-

Hours passed, "Want to come get hotpot with us?"

No, Suguru didn't. He hated hotpot, only because you hated it. He loved hotpot. "I'm gonna pass." Satoru sighed before attempting to close the door to Suguru's room..."You got what you wanted, stop moping around."

"I wanted her happy." Suguru sighed looking up at his blue eyed friend. "...And she was the happiest with you." Suguru scrolls on his phone again waiting for Satoru to close the door. Which he thankfully did, not picking a fight.

The door slightly creaked to your room, not a word was said nor could you hear footsteps. Just a sigh and the door closing again. Maybe Sugu checking on you.

-

"Where did everyone go?" You asked walking into Suguru's room. Sitting on the rolling chair to his desk. "Hotpot." He turned his phone off taking all his attention to you. "You didn't go?" Why would he? Why would he leave you here all alone?

"No, wanna go grab something else to eat?" He suggested seeing the soft smile on your face, food never disappointed you. "Let me go bundle up." You rush back to your room.

"You look...warm." Suguru fought the urge to say beautiful. It felt wrong to go after you in the state you were in. He didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. "I am." You smile.

-

"I would 10/10 go back." You give Suguru a thumbs up while rubbing your belly. Your eyes trail off to the side to see the beach. This was a new sight, Snow on the beach? "Can we go down?" You tap Suguru and point. "It's dangerous don't you thin-" before he could even finish his sentence you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the set of stairs. You knew he'd say something like that. So you wasted no time.

Reaching the bottom step, you slip. Your butt hitting the fluffy snow while Suguru fell right on top. You couldn't help but laugh. "What did I-" You threw a snowball at his face to escape from him. running along the snowy white shore. "I'm gonna get you for that!" Suguru giggled running toward you, which he failed due to tripping over his own foot.

You sigh taking a seat next to Suguru. Watching the steady water. "Sugu...Do you like me?" You look at him, waiting for an answer. Embarrassing if he'd say no....

"If I said yes?"

-

"Look how cute they look! I want to do that too, imagine me and you just sitting on the snowy beach?" The brunette clutched onto Satoru's arm. When all Satoru could think about Suguru's words..."She was the happiest with you."

The awful imagine in his head of you wrapped around in your blanket, the same candle Suguru saw was now dead when Satoru walked in. It was something Satoru never imagine. But Miyu made him happy, you made him happy too but he just had more stuff in common with Miyu.

"Miyu, Do you think when two people are too different, it would be hard to work the relationship?" Miyu looked away from the two on the beach. "No...I think if you truly love them, difference is what makes the bond stronger. You learn new stuff about them and they learn new stuff about you." Miyu smiled leaning her head into Satoru's chest.

ouch.

-

"If you said yes...I don't know actually." You lean your head onto Suguru's shoulder. "I love you Suguru don't get me wrong, and I appreciate everything you've been doing for me ever since...you know."

"But..." Suguru looked up at the stars getting ready for you reject him. He couldn't possibly hate you if you rejected him though. No matter what he'd still love you. Like always...."I'm not ready, but you know that."

"Give me a couple weeks, or months..." You grab his hand. "I'd wait for eternity for you y/n....I promise." He squeezes your hand, securing his promise.

-

You two are now making your way back to the dorms. It was darker and quieter. More peaceful. Satoru was sitting out in the front of the girls dorm as if he were waiting. "Clear things up with him..." Suguru whispers. How could you? He hurt you...

You walk towards the dorms, watching Satoru lift his head up at the sound of the snow crunching. "Y/n...." You stop and sat right next to him. "She's beautiful." You look up at the sky, the cold crispy wind hitting your face. "I'm just surprised that..."

"I still love you y/n...and you just won't leave my head. I think and you just keep coming in my head. Seeing you with Suguru drives me crazy and I can't see you just drift away so easily from me."

You look over to see the blue teary eyed, "You should've thought about that before you decided to end things with me Satoru." You were right. You were always right. That's what Satoru loved about you the most. The words you would mutter out would always have a strong righteous meaning.

"And you look happier with her." You wipe the tear from your face. It was true he looked happier, he felt happier too. But seeing you slip so easily ruined the happiness for him. "Maybe next time introduce me, I want to meet her." You smile getting up. Satoru also stood up hovering over you, swallowing you up in a big up. Which surprised you...by a lot.

"I'm so fucking sorry..."

-

"A wedding on the beach...not a fan of the beach but this is too cute." Shoko drops the dead cigarette on the sand, Utahime following her behind amazed at the decor. "They outdid it. I love it!" Utahime jumps up and grabs Shoko's arm.

"This was definitely all planned by y/n." Kento picks up the littered trash from Shoko and throws it in the nearest trash. "No, Suguru would never overbear her with all this work." Satoru sighed.

Much older now...Satoru understands how it felt to lose such a prized possession. The way you read your vows to Suguru and how much love and time you took with yours. He knew Suguru's had to be longer and just as beautifully written as yours. "So she was your ex?" Megumi whispered. That's the only label he had to you. "No wonder she left you for Suguru, you're so weird." Megumi disses the white haired man in the bind fold.

He sighed, "I left her...rookie mistake."

[royalyan-main]

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Never lose me - Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader (smut, nsfw)

Haunted- Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader (nsfw, angst)

pt. one

pt. two

More than a gym crush - Toji Fushiguro x Reader (nsfw, smut)

Something stupid - Toji Zenin x Fem! Reader , Kento Nanami x Fem! Reader (angst, sfw)

"My doberman boy..." - Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader (smut, nsfw)

Suguru's infatuation -Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader (smut, fluff, nsfw)

"You wish you never ever met her at all..." - Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader (smut, nsfw)

Summer days - Gojo Satoru x reader (fluff, sfw)

Love hate thing - Gojo Satoru x Reader (angst, sfw)

Snow on the beach. - Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader , Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader (angst, sfw)

Emo boy Choso! - Kamo Choso x Fem! Reader (smut, nsfw)

What you need. - Kamo Choso x Fem! Reader (smut, nsfw)

"Just the two of us..." - Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! Reader (fluff, sfw)

Soccer boyfie Yuji! - Yuji Itadori x Fem! Reader (fluff, sfw)

More coming soon...

[royalyan-main]

Love me too.

hai my cuties! I just wanted to post a little preview of a short series that I MIGHT start if this does decent. Always let me know if there's anything you would like to add or fix!

Pairings: Geto Suguru x reader, Gojo Satoru x Reader

He still remembers the way your hair flowed with the wind and how your smile was brightly illuminating. You two had been decent friends, sharing a couple lectures together and him seeing you at the few parties you'd attend. You were cute...always.

But that same day you confessed that you had liked him was the day his world was no longer spinning. He knew better...you knew better. He was never one to do relationships. Avoiding any and everything that had to do with that category.

You smiled through the pain, "I already know though."

And you two remained decent friends, discussing regular work and what not. But you stopped going to the parties, ever since that day you caught him hitting it with another girl. Knowing Suguru, he ended that night with a one night stand.

Second semester was probably the worst time of year for Suguru. No classes with you whatsoever. Despite knowing the awkward fact that you had fallen for him, he still enjoyed your company like he depended on it.

"There's this really cute girl in one of my lectures." His roommate, Satoru interrupted his train of thought. Turning off his phone to which displayed your social media account, in hopes Satoru hadn't seen. Suguru smiled, "Satoru Gojo gets a girlfriend this semester?"

Satoru rolled his eyes, "I'm taking her out to coffee tomorrow."

"Wow you really found the one if she dealt five minutes with you." Satoru not being much of a womanizer as his roommate, Suguru would always tease him.

He lets out a light laugh as he watched his white haired roommate flip him off at his remarks.

Oh but now he wasn't laughing when he saw the beautiful woman dressed in a simple floral sundress. Her hair sitting perfectly as she smiled and conversed with his white haired roommate.

It was you.

"You didn't tell me you knew [name]" Satoru again, interrupted his roommates train of thought as he barged into the dorm room.

"How did you know that [name] knew me?" Suguru wanted to know what his relevance was in your guys conversation.

"I brought you up and she just told me you two had a couple lectures last semester, nothing really important."

Satoru was never there anymore. Suguru figured it would be more comfortable if Satoru stayed at your place rather than his, where Suguru had full access to see you, to talk to you, and to feel you.

You sweetly smiled, "It's been forever."

If it weren't for Satoru having you all to himself as you two cuddled in his bed, Suguru would've hugged you tightly and tell you how much he missed you.

But that wasn't his place to do so, it never was.

He had his chance and he lost it.

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a/n: I made a little playlist, no it’s not in order listen however you would like!

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Hai my cuties! This is super short I'm so sorry, I've been so tired but I wanted to upload something for you all!

Toji Zenin x Fem! Reader, slight mention of Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader

He cheated on you.

He cheated on you while you were holding his child.

He cheated on you during the times you needed him the most.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized but his face, his eyes, his tone. It showed that he didn’t care, not an ounce of sympathy.

You left him for the better. You tried planning on how co-parenting could work out when Mai gets older. But of course he didn’t help.

Now that Mai was old enough for Toji to take, you’d see a new woman every week. “I don’t want my daughter to grow up in an environment like that Toji.” You confessed to which he didn’t care.

“I’m serious with her. So you don’t have to be worried about Mai.” He confessed as you’ve seen the same woman at his house for a couple weeks now. It hurt, it hurt to see him move on. It hurt to see him with new woman every week. It hurt when he cheated on you.

It also hurt him. It hurt him when he saw a blonde, tall, muscular man carrying his little Mai as you were getting her bag ready. “I didn’t think you were gonna come.” You say rushing to get her things ready for him.

Toji glared at the man as he grabbed Mai from him. “Toji, the father of her kid.” He greeted but it wasn’t very greeting. “I know—I’m Nanami, Her boyfriend.” Toji clenched his jaw. This man was no joke. He didn’t expect for Nanami to sound so serious.

“Papa!” Mai babbles as she plays with Toji’s hair. He looked so unserious compared to Nanami. “Here I made sure everything was in there. If you need anything me and Nanami could always stop by.” You smiled. You smiled at Toji? A smile he hasn’t seen since.

Toji stalked your account that night. Then he stalked Nanami’s account. Business man. Rich? Fit? And his profile only contained pictures of you and him.

He watched Mai sleep peacefully that night. Mai was just as beautiful as you. Lazy as Toji of course.

Toji left the woman he claimed he was getting serious with. He got with her to spite you but now it’s not so funny when you did it. Not on purpose of course because you were never bitter to Toji, even after all he’d done.

Toji’s ears perked up at the distinct giggles of his daughter and you. He looked up from the aisle in the grocery store to see you, Nanami and Mai all together. Even if Mai didn’t look relatively related to Nanami, they still looked like a happy family. A happy family that Toji could’ve cherished if he wasn’t so stupid.