╰┈➤Muzan X Reader Series

That’s your dad?!

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Synopsis: Who knew your friends dad was so hot? And so….forward….

Warnings: VERY explicit smut. My mouth was watering as I wrote it. I need this man.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Megs, how come we’ve never seen your dad?”

The conversation went quiet at Nobara’s question as the room directed their attention to Megumi.

“Uh—well, he’s not around much.”

“Around much? He’s never around. And a good thing as well. He’s a douche.” Gojo’s comment earned a slap on the leg from you, making the grown man wince in pain.

“That’s still his dad. Be nice to your students. This is why I’m their favorite.”

“Okay back to the topic at hand, what does your dad look like?” Nobara pushed the topic, dying to know more about Mr. Fushiguro.

“I mean, like me I guess? Except older, covered in muscles and smug.”

“Ha! That’s an understatement.”

“What is, Gojo? That he has a lot of muscles? You jealous or something?” You teased the man, making him lift the side of his blindfold to eye you.

“You’re funny.”

Yuji laughed at his teachers expression, turning to beg to see a picture of Megumi’s dad.

“Well, he’ll be home soon. You guys can see him when he gets here.”

The excitement in the room only grew as time went on. Everyone wanted to see the infamous Toji Fushiguro.

Pretty soon, the students and you and Gojo lowered your voices down to whispers at the sound of heavy footsteps creeping down the hall.

“Meg, why the hell are there so many cars—” the man’s sentence was quickly cut off when he rounded into the room, tall frame bracing himself on the door frame. His tight, black shirt slightly rising above his waistline to display a strip of pale skin.

Your mouth watered.

“Yeah, sorry dad. My friends wanted to come over for a bit.”

His dads eyes scanned the room, meeting yours as a smirk tugged on his lips.

You shifted in your seat, eyes turning downward which drew a chuckle from the man’s lips as he swung his arms down from the doorframe. His large hands clapped together, slinging arms across his chest, causing his muscles to bulge.

“Well, nice to meet you brats. Gojo.”

“Fushiguro.” The man beside you didn’t hide the disdain in his voice. Annoyance dripping in his tone.

“Well, mind introducing me to these kids?”

“Yeah well you know Gojo. That’s Yuji and Nobara. Sitting beside Gojo is Y/N.”

The smirk on his face grew, eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze back to you, a hand reaching up to rub across his chin.

“Y/N? Don’t think I’ve met this lovely lady. You a teacher?”

“Yep. She’s a newly graduated sorcerer. She’s great.” Gojo cut in.

“Mm, I bet.” Toji’s eyebrow raising at the statement.

The silence that fell over the room made you shift in your seat again.

“Well, I won’t intrude. You kids have fun.” The wink he sent was directed your way before he stalked off.

Your eyes never left his frame as he left. He was the perfect mix of tall, dark and handsome. Danger dripping off him. Something you liked in a man….

“Megumi, that’s your dad???” Nobara whispered through her teeth, swatting at the boys arm.

“Ow.”

“He’s so hot!”

“Ew! He’s Fushiguro’s dad! Don’t say that!” Yuji interjected. “Gojo, you hearing this?”

“I am. My ears are bleeding. Why do you think like this, Kugisaki?”

“Oh come on! Y/N, back me up here!”

You looked at the pleading girl and fought the smile that creeped onto your lips.

“Well, he is an attractive man.”

“See?! Your dad is a total DILF, Megumi.”

“Dilf?”

“Yeah, dad I’d love to fuck. Dilf.”

“Please don’t say that about him ever again.”

“Oh please, I bet even Y/N would fuck him. Wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes widened as you crossed your arms.

“Is that an appropriate question to ask you teacher?”

The girls shoulders dropped as her expression remained frantic. She pointed a finger at you and smiled.

“I know you totally would. I just so happen to know your type!”

Gojo sat up at this, uncrossing his legs to lean into the conversation.

“And that is?”

“Tall, dark, handsome, older…”

“What???” Gojo exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat as he slapped a hand on your leg, earning a slap back from you. “That’s LITERALLY me. Why don’t you date me?”

“You’re….you….” The dumb look on the man’s face made the kids crack up, Yuji falling over in his fit.

“Ha! Gojo Sensei, she told you!” Yuji said through his giggling fit.

“Yeah, well, it’s your loss.”

You rolled your eyes at the man, reaching over to pat his cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure it is. I need to pee, Megs, where’s the bathroom?”

“You can use the one upstairs. Second door on the left.”

You nodded and made your way out of the room, thinking about the man that had just stood in the same doorframe you just walked through.

He was so gorgeous. Long, black hair falling across his facial features. The scar on his lip only accenting his handsome face. The smirk making him look extra good.

You couldn’t get over how….big he was. Sure, Gojo was tall and handsome, but the beefy build of Fushiguro’s dad was just what you liked. Especially when the man wore form fitting tshirts and flaunted how big he was by holding onto the top of doorframes.

Once you stopped your daydreaming, you discovered you had made it to the top of the stairs, but you couldn’t remember where the hell Megumi said the bathroom was.

First door on the right? No, it was the third on the left, right?

You opened the first door you saw, jumping in shock.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Toji stood from his bed where he sat shirtless, same smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh you’re fine. Need help?”

“I-oh yes! I’m looking for the bathroom?”

The man tilted his head as he sized you up, smirking at your nervous expression.

“Second door—”

“On the left! I knew it! I’m terrible with directions.” You replied, cutting him off in the process.

“Yeah, well, you’re more than welcomed to just use mine.

You followed the direction of his pointed finger, walking in the direction of the closed door. You admired the way his muscles flexed from the motion, cheeks burning hot at his shirtless body standing five feet from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Call me Toji. I want all my good friends to call me by name.” His wink made your stomach flip.

“We’re friends?”

“I’d like it if we were.”

You gave him a small smile as you made your way to the bathroom, swiftly closing the door and leaning back against it. A hand flew to your forehead, brushing hair out of your face and moving down to cradle your hunting cheek.

You quickly finished your business, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door, only for it to be met with a broad chest before you.

Toji peered down at you, eyes hooded and clouded over with a mischievous look.

“You’re a very pretty thing.”

“Oh, we’ll thank you.”

Your fingers began to pick at the skin on your thumbs anxiously, wanting to escape this beautiful man. Not that you didn’t mind his presence, he was just very intimidating.

“Of course. Want to stay and chat? Have a little break from the kids?”

“Oh well, I should really be getting back.”

“Hmm, right, I’m sure your boyfriend will be missing a cute little thing like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment, confusion written on your face.

“My….boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Satoru. You two seem close.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head in denial.

“Oh, absolutely not! He’s just a friend. Well, he’s interested, but I’m certainly not. Never.”

The man chuckled, guiding you out of the bathroom and back into his room.

“That’s good news. Makes me feel less guilty for being curious about you.”

You stood in front of him, this tall frame blocking you from the door.

“Curious about me? Why?”

“Well, like I said,” he took a step closer to you, reaching a hand up to twirl a piece of hair around one of his thick fingers and sighed. “You are a very pretty woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The piece of hair was twisted right around his finger, allowing him to deliver a tug to it, causing you to wince.

“Thanks, doll. You’re going to make an old man like me blush if you keep that up.”

His hand drifted from your hair to your neck, brushing the hair away and as gently as possible, he stroked a finger down the expanse of your neck and down your shoulder, stopping at your hand. He took your hand, lacing fingers with his as he took another step towards you to close the distance even further.

“You sure your friends would miss you? Let’s talk for a bit.”

You swallowed the thickness that was building in your throat, trying to relieve some pent up nerves.

This man impossible.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“And why do you think that, hm?”

“Because I don’t think you are content with just sitting and talking.”

The man began to rub his thumb across your hand. His eyes stared deeply into yours, breath fanning across your face and blowing stray hairs back into place.

“Come on now, I don’t bite. That is, if you don’t want me to.” His hand lifted yours to his eye level, delivering a kiss to your palm, eyes never leaving yours.

“So that must mean you’re well trained?” You said, finally grounding yourself and shaking some of the nerves off. You’re a badass sorcerer, dammit. Why should you cower from him?

Or maybe your desires were starting to get the better of you.

“I don’t know about that. I’m not anyones dog. But, I bet you’d look good on all fours.”

You felt like you were going to explode. The sultry tone I’m his voice mixed with the hooded eyes that eyed you made you melt.

“So, what’s it going to be, Y/N? You staying or going?”

You could hear the giggles from down stairs from your friends. The walls were thin and you knew their suspicion would soon get the better of them if you didn’t come back soon.

But, Toji was standing before you in all his glory, wanting nothing more than to “spend more time with you.”

“What the hell, why not?”

“Perfect.”

He walked you over to the bed, making you sit as he laid down, propped against the headboard as he watched your arms cross in your lap.

“Make yourself comfortable. I told you, I don’t bite.”

You scooted closer to him, brushing shoulders at the closeness and smiled at him, making him sigh.

“So cute, but,” he leaned over, grabbing your hips and moving you so you sat in his lap, chest to bare chest. “This is what I meant. Isn’t this nice?”

You nodded, eyes flittering up to his. “I won’t complain.”

He sighed again, death grip still on your waist as he did.

“I should have visited the school sooner. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on time with such a pretty girl. Megumi didn’t tell me how beautiful his teacher was.”

His hands shifted your hips, gently pushing you down to feel him beneath his pants.

You let out a sigh, mouth falling open as you felt the hardness beneath his pants.

“Toji….”

“Hm?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you better do it quick. They are going to start wondering where I am.”

“Well, well. Don’t you have a nice mouth on you? As you wish, doll.”

His hand returned to its position on your neck, hand reaching around to weave into your hair and drag your face to his, both of your lips meeting for the first time. His mouth meshed with yours perfectly, working against each other in a slow, deep motion.

However, that didn’t last long. Once his hands worked their way down, squeezing your arms, then hips, then ass, you let out a gasp. This allowed him to sneak his tongue in, devouring you deeper.

He groaned as your hands found their way to him. One hand pulled his locks at the nape of his neck, the other digging nails into his bicep. His bare chest pressed into yours, pushing you back as his hands made their way down to your thighs and pulled you up.

Your lips parted for a moment as he literally tossed you on the bed, causing you to bounce against the springs and look at the man in shock.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

His tone was deep and gravely from your kisses. His eyes had darkened, and they never left yours as his large frame crawled on top of yours, slotting himself between your thighs. His groan met yours, allowing you to feel his length that strained against the confines of his pants.

You let out a soft moan, hand coming to your mouth to silence you in fear that your friends would hear you.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “If you can be quiet, I want to hear you. But you better keep your voice down. ‘“Less you want your little friends to hear you.”

His hips rolled into yours again, causing you to slide across the sheets at the force. His strength was amazing and your underwear dampened at the thought of how good his thrusts must be.

He captured your mouth in another kiss, hands working to take your clothes off, kiss only breaking for a moment as he pulled them off.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every detail.

“Nice. Very nice, doll.”

His hands that caged your body under him were removed, only to find there way onto each side of your waist. They slowly ghosted up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s hands reached your breasts, taking them into his large hands and squeezing. Another moan left your lips as he tweaked your nipples, pinching them between his callused fingers.

“You have the perfect pare of tits, you know that?”

You didn’t have the time to even think of an answer because his mouth was back on yours. This time, the pace was ravenous. His mouth was sloppy and overpowering, making you sink into the mattress beneath you. His mouth broke off from yours, kissing it’s way down your neck and chest to your breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth at a time, sucking and twirling his tongue, leaving your breasts shining in the faint light from the lamp.

“Toji, please—”

“Be patient. I know what you want. But you’re going to have to be. Patient.”

His domineering tone made your legs shake slightly. It sounded so good coming from him.

His tongue drug a stripe down from between your breasts, across your stomach and stopped right above your mound. You could see your chest rising and falling in anticipation, so ready for him to touch you already.

“Where do you want me, doll? Here?” He asked as he kissed right below your belly button.

“Here?” A kiss to the top of your right thigh.

You groaned, eyebrows knitting together as you shook your head.

“Or here?” His hands spread your thighs further, head between them as he kisses your inner thigh, inches from where you needed him. You could almost feel yourself leaking down to the bedsheets.

His eyes never left you as he lifted a hand to your naked core, thumb pushing through your folds to ghost over your opening to wet his appendage and slide it to your clit to rub in small circles.

“How about here? You like that?”

“Yes! Yes, Toji. Please I need you to touch me there.” 

“As you wish, doll. You’ve been so patient.”

His thumb continued to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back. He drew a groan from your lips again when he moved his head down to add his mouth to the mix. His tongue came out to lick a stripe up your entrance, causing you to buck your hips into his face. He welcomed the force, letting out a chuckle that vibrated your pussy.

“Feels good, right?”

You nodded, even though you know he didn’t see it. His fingers switched places with his mouth, moving to make out with your clit as his fingers poked at your entrance. His tongue continued to lick long stripes, drinking every bit of you he could get.

Two fingers slipped in, causing you to whisper his name and buck your hips again. You felt his smile grow as he began to curl those fingers inside you, mouth and tongue never letting up.

Your high approached quickly, making your body feel hot as you reached a hand down to grip his hair.

“Toji, stop, I’m about to—bout to cum.”

He ignored you though, only adding another finger inside and to add more pleasure, pace remaining the same and drawing out a languid moan.

Your breath quickened as you panted, body burning with the need to cum. And your needs were answered when he hummed into your core, rattling you to the bones as your legs shook, squeezing around his head as you came on his fingers.

You didn’t have time to recover though, the man was desperate to be inside you. He pulled out of your hold, licking his fingers clean and wiping the his mouth on the back of his hand like a starved man after a delicious meal.

“Turn.”

His words didn’t quite reach you.

“Huh?”

Your panting chest was soon pressed into the bed as he flipped you, pulling your hips up so you were propped on your knees, back arched and on full display for him.

“Huh, I was right. You do look good on all fours.”

The man chuckled as you teased him, wiggling your hips to show your eagerness to have him inside you.

His hand slapped down on your ass, his chuckle filling the room as you jerked, pussy fluttering at his harsh delivery. His eyelids lowering as he admired the way your body reacted to him.

“You ready?”

As soon as your confirmation left your lips, his tip was pressed to your core, pushing in and pulling back out to rub against the length of your pussy.

“Hm, how about you beg? I want to hear how bad you want me.”

You were about to give him what he wanted when a knock sounded from the door, making your heart drop and eyes widen.

“Hey, Dad, have you seen Y/N? She had to go to the bathroom and hasn’t been back for a while.”

You winced are Megumi’s voice, but more so from how Toji had placed his dick at your entrance again, pushing past your folds slowly. You pushed your face into the sheets, begging whoever was listening to make Megumi leave and for you to keep quiet.

“Yeah, I talked to her. She wasn’t feeling well, she called a ride to take her home.”

He fully pushed in once he finished his sentence, tongue lobbing out at the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around his length. You bit into your hand at the burning sensation, pain easing as you adjusted to his length. A good thing too, because he wasted no time in pulling out and sheathing himself back into you at a hard, slow pace.

“Oh, okay. She left her phone. Thanks.”

Once the footsteps disappeared down the hall, Toji leaned down over you, chest flush to your back as he pushed all the way into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit.

His breath fanned over your face as he moved your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek only to lick a stripe across it after.

“That was close, huh? Your student almost caught his dad fucking his teacher.”

You moaned as his hand slid up your scalp, grabbing the roots of your hair and pulling your head back. He began to quicken his pace, deep thrusts fucking into your cervix.

Your walls stretched with each thrust, your slick coating his cock and leaving a ring of white around the base that dripped down to the bedsheets.

“That’s a good girl, you feel so good. You like my cock? Feel good?”

You let out a moan in reply, unable to form proper words as he shoved your head down, leaning forward to pound into you faster, pushing in impossibly deeper.

You felt the heat creep into your core again, traveling into your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire as he fucked you.

His left hand squeezed your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as the other had you by the back of the neck, slightly squeezing as he pressed your head down.

“What a good little thing you are. You’ll have to come over more often.”

Both of you neared your highs, Toji’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he watched the jiggle of your ass every time his hips slapped into yours. He threw his head back as your walls began to squeeze him.

You had never orgasmed as hard as you did just then, his cock pressing deep into you, cumming as his tongue lobbed out, licking his lips as spit rolled off and onto your ass. Yours and his moans mixed well, filling the room with the sounds of pleasure.

Your body collapsed, Toji slipped out as you dropped to the bed. He groaned as the cool hair hit his dick and his eyes wandered down to you to watch the mixture of both his and your cum ooze out of you.

He swiped a finger across you, gathering the mix to suck into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped them down again, gathering more and bringing two fingers up to your mouth.

“Want a taste?”

You gladly took the fingers into your mouth as you tiredly licked them clean, taking them out with a pop. Toji chuckled at this and plopped down beside you.

With that same hand, he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks together to pucker your lips for him.

“Pretty, pretty girl. You did so good for me. You’re a good little slut.”

With that, he pulled you into a kiss, pulling the sheets over your body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest, content with keeping you for the rest of the night.

As the both of you fell into a deep slumber, you were unaware of the people leaving downstairs.

Gojo was the last to leave, walking with Megumi as the boy showed him out, almost begging the man to hurry up and leave.

However, the two men stopped their conversation as they came to the door, looking down at the pair of shows that sat by the entrance.

“Aren’t those Y/N’s?”

Megumi’s ears burned hot. He knew he should have been more curious to why you left without saying goodbye. Should have been even more suspicious of his dads behavior.

“I’m going to fucking kill my dad.”

Boobie with Toji

WE GOT MARRIED!

ִ ࣪𖤐 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── choi seungcheol

SUMMARY: ── the premise of the popular reality show, "we got married," was simple: you and another celebrity would pretend to be married for two weeks, navigating various romantic and domestic challenges together. when your partner turns out to be choi seungcheol however, feelings complicate your perception of reality.

PAIRING: [choi seungcheol (s.coups) x f!reader] GENRE: [eventual smut, domestic fluff, angst, idol!au, fake dating, one bed, all the good shit]

CW: afab!reader, nicknames (angel, babygirl, baby, good girl), arguing (it’s sorted out), soft!dom ?? + pussydrunk cheol, big!dick cheol, fingering, penetration, safe sex (ofc), possessive!cheol, hair pulling, light choking

      ℘　　◌　　﹒　⠀ ꢾ꣒⠀　 ׅ⠀ㅤ　⑅

── pre-show interview:

interviewer: "thank you for joining us today! can you tell us a little about yourself and what initially made you hesitant to join 'we got married'?"

you fiddle with your hands and compose yourself into a smile.

“of course. i’m y/n, and to be honest, when i was first approached about the show, i had a lot of reservations. being an idol, my life is already under constant scrutiny, and the idea of faking a marriage on national television was daunting. i was worried about how my fans would react and whether I'd be able to genuinely connect with my on-screen partner."

interviewer: "what eventually convinced you to participate?"

you think, “it was a mix of curiosity and encouragement from my friends and management. they believed it would be a good opportunity for me to show a different side of myself, one that isn't always visible on stage. plus, the idea of experiencing something as unique as a reality show marriage was too intriguing to pass up."

interviewer: "do you know who your partner will be yet?

you smile nervously, “no, i don't. it’s a complete surprise for me. all i know is that it's someone from a well-known group. i’m really curious to find out who it is!"

interviewer: "that must be exciting! can you share what your ideal type is for the camera?”

you grin thoughtfully, “my ideal type is someone who is kind-hearted and takes care of the people around them. they should have a strong sense of responsibility but also listen and understand. a good sense of humor is a must — oh and physically, i guess i find myself drawn to someone with a warm smile and expressive eyes. someone who can be both charismatic on stage and down-to-earth in everyday life."

interviewer: "finally, do you have any worries or concerns going into the show?"

you: "i’m a bit worried about how awkward it might be at first. there’s always that initial nervousness when meeting someone new, and this situation is quite intense. i hope we can get past that quickly and have a good time together.”

—

day 1:

you stood in front of the door to a luxurious townhome, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides. this would be your new home for the next two weeks. the camera crew gave you a nod, signaling it was time to head inside. taking a deep breath, you open the door and step into the living room, where a warm, cozy ambiance greets you. as you set your bag down, you hear the sound of the front door opening again. you turn, breath caught in your throat, and a man, looking slightly familiar to you, enters the room.

he was wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans that accentuated his tall, athletic frame. his broad shoulders and well-defined chest were subtly outlined by the fabric of his shirt, hinting at the strength beneath. the open collar revealed a glimpse of his collarbones, which added an effortlessly sexy touch to his appearance and you thanked god you’d been paired with someone this attractive, as selfish as it sounded. his face was a perfect blend of boyish charm and mature masculinity and his dark hair was styled in a slightly tousled manner.

the man in front of you carried a polite smile. for a moment, you both stood there, slightly taken aback by the reality of the situation.then, as if on cue, you both bowed to each other in polite, awkward unison. "hello!" you said at the same time, voices overlapping. realizing what happened, you both laughed nervously and bowed again, this time with even more formality.

“hi, i’m y/n," you said, smiling despite your nerves.

“i’m seungcheol. it’s nice to meet you,” he said, returning your smile.

there was a brief pause as you both sized each other up, trying to gauge the other's reaction. something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

your heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on you and you remembered his face from music and award shows. you were almost certain the man in front of you was a member of seventeen and your mind was almost more eased you were paired with another idol.

as you shook his hand, your mind raced with a million thoughts. should you mention that you know who he is? would it be weird? awkward?

before you could decide, seungcheol spoke again, his voice cheerful and inviting, “i know this is a bit of an odd situation, but let's make these two weeks memorable, okay?”

you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his face and your cheeks flushed slightly.

the first task was to explore the house together, finding little notes and hints left by the producers about upcoming challenges and activities. as you moved from room to room, seungcheol’s playful nature shined through. he made jokes about the odd decorations and even tried on an oversized apron in the kitchen, to which he realized how easily he could make you laugh.

in the living room, you found a note instructing you to cook your first meal together. seungcheol looked at you with genuine curiosity in his eyes. "do you cook often?"

you shook your head, “i try, but i’m not the best. how about you?”

he shrugged, “i can manage, could you hand me those eggs?”

working side by side in the kitchen, you both stumbled through the recipe, exchanging glances and giggles as you tried to make sense of the instructions. seungcheol’s presence was comforting; his easygoing demeanor made it feel less like a staged activity and you had to remind yourself of your situation every once in a while.

“careful!" you warned as he nearly knocked over a bowl of flour.

“oops," he laughed, catching it just in time. "oh my god, thanks for warning me.”

when the meal was finally ready, you both sat down at the coffee table, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie settling in.

“you know," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial, "i have to admit, i was a bit of a fan of yours before this."

you almost spit out your food and your eyes widen in surprise, “you were?”

he nodded, a shy smirk playing on his lips. "yeah, i may or may not have listened to…a few, songs.”

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a rush of disbelief, “well," you said, unable to hide the smile on your face, "i guess we both have some fangirling/fanboying to do then.”

seungcheol chuckled before taking a sip of his drink, “looks like we're off to a good start then."

later that evening, as you both settled on the couch to go over the day's events, you found yourself stealing glances at seungcheol when he wasn't looking. the cameras captured every moment, but by now, they had become background noise. seungcheol’s arm rested casually on the back of the couch, his presence reassuring.

"so what did you think of our first day together?" seungcheol asked, turning to you with a gentle smile.

you smiled back, feeling more at ease now. "honestly , it was fun. a bit overwhelming at first, but i think we handled it pretty well."

he nodded, his expression thoughtful. "yeah , i think so too. it’s all about getting comfortable with each other, right?"

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. "exactly."

as the night continued, the two of you talked about your experiences in the industry, sharing stories and laughing over funny moments. the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common. it was easy to forget the cameras were even there.

—

day 5:

it had been a few days of filming and your arranged marriage with the charming seungcheol was off to an...interesting start. between the awkward getting-to-know-you interviews and staged "newlywed" activities for the cameras, you were still trying to find your footing in this bizarre situation.

one minute, you and seungcheol were bickering like an old married couple over whose turn it was to do the dishes, (it would always end with him insisting he did the chore.) the next, you'd catch him shooting you an ambiguous look from under those ridiculously long lashes, causing a fluttery feeling to erupt in your stomach. it was a constant back-and-forth of feeling flustered yet intrigued by your new husband.

today, the production crew had you and seungcheol participate in a silly pillow fight "challenge" meant to showcase your playful newlywed dynamic. what started off as an innocent, goofy bout of whacking each other with the plush objects quickly devolved into an all-out war.

giggling breathlessly, you launched another fluffy projectile at seungcheol’s head, who had now affectionately insisted you call him cheol.

he taunted with a roguish grin, deflecting your pillow attack.

you both scrambled for ammunition, whacking each other relentlessly. you shrieked as a particularly fierce blow sent you tumbling backwards onto the bed.

in a flash, seungcheol pounced - pinning your wrists above your head as he straddled your waist. his sculpted body pressed against yours, stealing your breath away.

"i win," he murmured huskily, drinking in your flushed, disheveled state. a few dark strands of hair had fallen over his forehead, making him look ridiculously pretty and you both froze as the heated tension reached a tipping point, chests heaving from the exertion of your pillow fight.

then, all at once, realization seemed to wash over both of you. this had crossed a line, strayed too far from the realm of pretend into something that felt a little too real for your comfort. seungcheol quickly released your wrists and rolled off you, running a flustered hand through his tousled hair as the cameras cut and the producers applaud your chemistry ‘played up’ for the show.

“i…sorry, i got a bit carried away there," he muttered gruffly, unable to meet your eyes.

you pushed yourself into a sitting position, clutching a pillow protectively to your chest. “no, it's...yeah, me too," you mumbled, cheeks burning.

as seungcheol swiftly excused himself, you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper and more complicated had been irrevocably awakened on your end, you watched your fake husband’s broad back retreating towards the door, then he paused and glanced over his shoulder at you.

despite the flustered awkwardness of moments before, his gaze openly raked over your disheveled form in a way that made heat lick through your veins. you clutched the pillow tighter, suddenly feeling very exposed under his molten perusal.

as quickly as the blazing look had appeared, it faded to a neutral expression once more as he gave you a brisk nod. "i’ll...see you later," he murmured in a rough rasp before ducking out of the room, leaving you flushed and wondering what the hell had just happened.

—

day 9:

the sweltering summer heat had prompted the producers to film a scene with you and seungcheol enjoying some relaxation at the rooftop pool.

you tried not to stare too openly as seungcheol stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned, sculpted torso that made your mouth go dry. rivulets of glistening water trailed tantalizing paths down those firm abs as he sank into the cool pool with a contented sigh.

“you coming in or what, y/n?" he flashed you a lopsided grin, sending your pulse into an erratic stutter.

shaking yourself free of your momentary thirst, you made a big show of daintily dipping a toe in to test the temperature, “oh my god it’s freezing.” you step out of the water onto the poolside and shiver from the contact.

cheol arches an incredulous brow at your overly dramatic reaction. then without warning, he kicked up an arched wave that splashed you squarely in the face.

you sputtered in outraged shock as he cackled at your drenched, bedraggled state. you cursed at him and then tilted your head, “oh you’re gonna get it now…”

retaliating, you cannonballed directly towards him, prompting a yelp as he tried dodging the cascading wall of water.

what started as an innocent pool dip quickly devolved into an all-out splash fight, filled with laughter and shrieks, water spraying everywhere. at one point, seungcheol grabbed you around the waist from behind, holding you flush against his chest as you squealed and squirmed playfully...

as the sun dipped low on the horizon, it set the sky ablaze with vibrant shades of orange and red bled across the heavens, intermingling with streaks of brilliant pink and lavender. the surface of the rooftop pool shimmered like liquid amber, endlessly rippling and refracting the spectacular colors above.

as the playful battle subsided, you found yourselves standing chest-deep, catching your breath. seungcheol, hair plastered to his forehead, offered you a sheepish grin. his hand, reaching out to brush a stray strand from your eye, hesitated in mid-air.

the air crackled with a sudden tension, a shift from playful banter to something more intense. you held his gaze, unsure of where this unexpected touch might lead. the playful facade, for a moment, seemed to falter, revealing a vulnerability that sent a shiver down your spine.

as the camera crew wrapped their filming of the segment momentarily, cheol leaned against the pool deck, catching his breath, while you treaded water, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

“you know," seungcheol said, his voice slightly breathless, "for someone who almost drowned me with pool water ten minutes ago - you’re pretty fun to do this whole fake marriage this with.”

his compliment caught you off guard, a blush creeping up your cheeks. you looked away, fiddling with the straps of your swimsuit and snorted, “you would have survived, trust.”

you bit your lip, “but you’re not…awful, to do this with. i’m glad it was you.”

his biceps flexed as he pushed himself off the wall, the water cascading down his toned arms. he smiled and ran a hand through his hair, which was now drying in messy waves.

you had to admit to yourself, in another situation, he was pretty close to your type. your mind took a sharp turn and a thrilling image of cheol, those big arms holding you close, pinning you down. he could easily manhandle you, and the thought sent a forbidden thrill through you.

taking a deep breath, you forced your gaze away from him, the delicious heat replaced by a cold wave of reality.

—

that evening, the producers insisted that as a "newly married couple," you and seungcheol needed to share the bedroom set for an authentic experience. your heart pounded as the camera crew ushered you both into the dimly lit bedroom, pulling the covers back invitingly.

"alright you two, get nice and cozy for us!" the director called out teasingly. "we’ll get some candid footage of your first night spent in the same room together as husband and wife."

you shot seungcheol an awkward look, but he just gave you a reassuring smile as he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. the cameras rolled as you climbed stiffly into bed together, maintaining a prim distance at first.

however, as soon as the crew lights winked off and you were left in intimate shadows, cheol’s touch grew bolder. his arm snaked more fully around you, hand skimming along your curves as he tugged you flush against his solid frame and he watched your face for approval.

"just go with it for the cameras," he murmured in your ear, making you shiver at the feel of his warm breath fanning your neck.

you gave a shaky nod, trying to ignore the rampant spiraling spawning low in your belly from his nearness. but as the man next to you nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a contented sigh, you felt yourself instinctively relaxing into his embrace.

before long, the camera crew was dismissing themselves, leaving you and seungcheol tangled together intimately. you started to pull away, murmuring about giving him some space, but his arms only tightened around you.

“stay," he rumbled in that deep velvety tone that made heat curl low in your belly. "please. just for tonight."

you couldn't help but overthink the situation as you lay cocooned in seungcheol’s strong arms later that night. his slow, even breathing tickled the nape of your neck as he slumbered peacefully behind you.

this whole scenario - cuddling intimately, sharing a bed, his persistent insistence that you stay - it was quickly becoming difficult for you to differentiate reality and the fake of your friendship, or whatever you could call it.

realistically, there was no way seungcheol actually had romantic feelings for you, right? you were just some virtual stranger he'd been assigned to act affectionate towards for the sake of entertainment.

no, you reasoned to yourself, cheol was simply an incredibly dedicated performer who happened to be devastatingly good-looking. he was merely playing the role of an infatuated newlywed husband exceptionally well. all those lingering looks, the electrifying touches, the way he'd pulled you insistently into his embrace - it was just him staying committed to the act. you were just a tolerable person for him to pretend to be married to for the cameras. that’s all this was. if you started projecting more meaning onto your partner’s actions, reading into lingering touches and heated glances, you'd only end up getting your hopes up and complicating things.

chewing your lip, you willed yourself not to dwell on the intimacy of your current position - pressed snugly back against his toned chest, legs tangled together, breaths mingling. it didn’t mean anything. he was just...really, really good at making this fake marriage feel real.

you lay there for a long while, keenly aware of every rise and fall of seungcheol’s chest against your back, the whisper of his warm breath fanning your nape. his arm was a solid, heated band around your waist, anchoring you to his slumbering form.

carefully, you began extracting yourself from his arms, trying not to rouse him. he made a soft grumbling sound of protest as you slipped out of bed, his arm reflexively tightening for a moment before falling away. you froze, watching him with bated breath, but he merely rolled onto his back with a gusty sigh, face relaxing back into peaceful slumber.

for a long moment, you simply stood there drinking in the sight of him - all tousled ebony hair, chiseled features, lips slightly parted as he slumbered. your heart gave a powerful thud, desperate longing temporarily overwhelming rationality.

then, you wrenched your gaze away, wrapping your arms around yourself as you crept towards the door on soft feet and went to your separate bedroom. this was for the best. putting some distance between you before things inevitably became more tangled and awkward.

—

day 12:

"you’re burning it!" seungcheol suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the pan on the stove where the sauce was starting to smoke.

by late afternoon, you were both working on preparing dinner in the kitchen. the producers had given you a complex recipe to follow, and the pressure was mounting. seungcheol was chopping vegetables while you tried to manage the stove, but things weren't going as planned.

you glanced over, feeling flustered. "i know, i know! i’m trying to fix it!"

"well, you need to do it faster! we can't serve burnt food," he retorted, his tone sharper than you expected.

you felt a surge of irritation. "why don't you come over here and do it then if you're so concerned?"

seungcheol put down the knife he was holding, his jaw tightening. "i’m just trying to help. there’s no need to get defensive."

you turn off the stove and face him, your frustration boiling over. "it feels like you're criticizing everything i’m doing. this is supposed to be fun but—“ you sigh.

seungcheol’s expression softened slightly, but he didn't back down. "i’m not trying to criticize you. i’m just stressed because i want this to turn out well. we’re both under a lot of pressure.”

his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. you felt a warmth bloom in your cheeks, a prickling awareness that transcended the confines of the tiny kitchen. it wasn't just the heat from the stove anymore; it was the sudden, electrifying tension that crackled between you.

whatever this "show marriage" was quickly becoming, it was growing increasingly difficult to remember it wasn't real.

his gaze held yours, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. was it just the stress of the competition, or was there something more? maybe it was the way his thumb brushed against yours as he reached for a spatula, a touch that lingered a beat too long. maybe it was the way his voice seemed to drop an octave whenever he spoke directly to you.

the air grew thick, the playful banter of the morning replaced by a charged silence. you weren't talking simply about cooking anymore. this felt like something more, something simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

suddenly, a loud clang from the living room shattered the spell. the cameraman had accidentally knocked over a vase, the sound breaking the intimate bubble you'd somehow created. seungcheol offered a grin of reconciliation, the tension momentarily broken.

as you both cleaned up the broken vase, a playful jab exchanged here and there, you couldn't shake the feeling that cheol’s feelings for you mirrored your own. maybe it was just wishful thinking, fueled by the close proximity and manufactured intimacy of the show. but a tiny, hopeful spark ignited within you. perhaps, just perhaps, this fake marriage could be a gateway into something else.

the air crackled with an unspoken apology after your argument in the kitchen. the rest of the day was filmed in a tense silence, punctuated only by the polite pleasantries expected for the cameras. seungcheol stole glances at you every now and then, his gaze laced with regret, but you studiously avoided his eyes.

dinner was a quiet affair, the weight of the fight hanging heavy between you. as the last crew member packed up their equipment and said their goodbyes, a heavy sigh escaped seungcheol’s lips. you remembered you only had two more days left with him before you parted ways and continued your daily, busy lives.

you lean against the doorframe of cheol’s assigned bedroom. he’s reading something foreign and doesn’t notice your presence at first. "hey," you started hesitantly, the artificiality of your fabricated married life suddenly feeling suffocating. he looked up, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before.

"i shouldn't have snapped at you," he said, his voice rough. "this whole thing... the pressure, the cameras... it just — you know, gets to me sometimes.”

you understood. the world only saw the polished, perfect idols on stage, not the stress and anxieties that gnawed at them behind the scenes. partially this show felt like a risk of balance between speculation and approval. “i know," you admitted softly, surprised at the tremor in your voice. "it gets to me too."

silence settled again, but this time it wasn't tense. it was a comfortable quiet, an unspoken understanding blooming between you.

you took a seat on the mattress and asked him what he was reading.

“amour,” he says, flipping the book over to show you the cover.

“amour?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "isn’t that french for love?"

cheol rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "yeah, it is. found it at the airport bookstore. it’s about a journalist who travels around france asking people about love."

a playful glint sparked in your eyes. "funny," you said, tracing the title with your finger, “didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

a wry smile tugged at the corner of seungcheol's lips. "maybe i’m just curious," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur that made you nervous. "especially after all this... 'pretend' marriage stuff." he paused, his gaze flickering from the book to your face. "maybe the line between pretending and feeling is a little more blurry than we thought."

he words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. the playful banter you'd used as a shield these past 2 weeks suddenly felt inadequate. you met his gaze, the air crackling with a new kind of tension.

"maybe it is," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

the glint in your eyes softened into something deeper, something that mirrored the sudden intensity in cheol’s gaze. he set his book down on the nightstand with a soft thud, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence that had descended upon the room.

he took a slow movement towards you across the bed, his eyes searching yours with a depth that made your breath catch. you could practically feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, a question your heart already knew the answer to. there was a palpable tension between you, an invisible thread pulling you closer.

without another word, seungcheol closed the remaining distance between you. his hand reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. his thumb brushed against your soft skin, a gentle caress that spoke volumes. it was as if he was trying to communicate everything he felt in that simple touch, the unspoken emotions and the growing connection between you.

his eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, asking for permission without uttering a single word. you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, your heart pounding in your chest.

then, he leaned in. the kiss was hesitant at first, a soft exploration that tasted of unspoken longing and a newfound vulnerability. hips lips were warm and tender against yours, moving with a gentleness that made your heart ache and charged with the electricity of forbidden desire and the sweetness of a connection that transcended the cameras and the manufactured reality of your "marriage."

as the kiss deepened, seungcheol’s other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. you responded instinctively, your hands sliding up to rest on his broad shoulders. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. the kiss grew more passionate, an unspoken promise of the bond forming between you.

his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. the heat of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own. every touch, every movement was filled with a mix of tenderness and urgency, a dance of emotions that neither of you could deny any longer.

in one swift movement, seungcheol lifted you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you securely. the sudden shift made you gasp, breaking the kiss momentarily. he took advantage of your parted lips, diving back in with a new intensity. his hand tangled in your hair, gripping it roughly as he deepened the kiss. the raw hunger in his actions satisfied a need you’d had since the moment you met him and ignited a new thirst in you for more than a kiss.

his lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your jaw and neck. seungcheol’s breath was warm against your skin, each kiss sending shivers down your spine. "cheol-ie," you breathed out, your voice shaky with desire. "i’ve needed you so bad.”

he groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating through you and making your core tighten with need. "you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you babygirl,” he murmured, his voice rough with longing. the nickname makes you feel weak in his arms as they roam over your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

you began to move against him, grinding your hips down on his lap. the friction elicited a deep, guttural moan from his chest, his grip on your hair tightening. his lips continued their path along your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. each touch, each kiss, was driving you both closer to the edge.

your hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours and see the body you’d thought about and fantasized about at the pool. his muscles tensed under your touch, and he let out another low groan. the sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you grind harder against him.

feeling the need for more, you reached for the hem of your top, and without hesitation, cheol’s hands followed suit, helping you remove the garment until it fell forgotten to the floor. his eyes drank in the sight before him, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through you. with a passion that matched your own, he leaned in to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, his movements urgent and commanding.

seungcheol’s hands moved to your breasts, his touch sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. his lips followed suit, trailing hot kisses down your neck and collarbone before finding their way to your exposed skin. the sensation of his warm mouth on your sensitive flesh made you gasp, a moan escaping your lips as you arched into his touch.

as he sucked and massaged your breasts with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you couldn't help but whine his name, the sound echoing in the room like a symphony of desire.

his only response was a deep, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through you.

cheol’s hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements and matching your rhythm. the sensation of his hardness pressing against you was intoxicating, heightening the desire coursing through your veins. “i need you," he whispered hoarsely against your neck, his breath hot and heavy.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. the intensity you saw there took your breath away. "i need you too, cheol," you whispered back, your voice filled with the same raw need.

"show me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative tone. "show me how much you want me."

you bit your lip and your mind was urging you to shed the last remnants of clothing separating you from seungcheol’s touch. with a sense of urgency, you sat up, for just a moment to rid yourself of your pajama shorts and panties. he gently helped you slip out of the remainder of your clothes until you were completely bare in front of him.

as you returned to straddle him, seungcheol’s eyes darkened with possessiveness, his slightly dumbfounded gaze raking over your exposed form with undisguised lust. you reached for his hand, guiding it to where you needed him most.

his fingers moved in circles with a skill and reverence that bordered on worship. as he teased and caressed you with one hand, his other grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into his orbit.

"cheol," you gasped, your voice filled with need as his touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. "pl-please, want you inside of me..”

his response was a low, guttural growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he pressed his fingers against your throbbing center, the sensation driving you crazy, and leaned against your ear, “i know angel, i know, need to prep you.”

he slipped two long fingers inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. you couldn't help but arch impossibly back into his touch, a high pitched moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely. his fingers curled inside you and slipped in and out, stretching you and sending waves of pleasure over you that you could feel building closer and closer to your climax.

cheol pulled your face closer to his by your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and whispered in his deep voice words of praise, “you’re so good for me.” his voice was rough in responsive to your obedience.

“such a good girl.”

the words sent a thrill through you, and your breathing that had gotten more quick by the second let all the air escape from your lungs as you completely gave in to the sensations in your body. you reached your peak screaming his name and collapsing onto the bed with your back. now on top of you, cheol guided you down from your high, and his movements became slower and more gentle until his fingers pulled out of you.

you felt his hand move to your lips, gently pressing against them. with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, you parted your lips, allowing cheol to guide his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“that’s it babygirl,” he said, a low groan escaping his lips. the sight of you, so willing and eager for his touch, only fueled the fire burning inside of him. he pulls his fingers from your mouth to press gentle kisses on your lips and your cheek - a sharp contrast from the intensity that had taken over him before.

as the passion of the moment continued to build, you couldn't help but notice the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh. seungcheol’s arousal was evident, his desire matching your own in its fervor. a surge of need washed over you, and you found yourself craving him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

desperation clawed at your insides, urging you to beg for him, to plead with him to take you in his arms and fuck you until you saw stars. but as you glanced into his eyes, you saw a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of fear lurking beneath the surface.

you reached for him, your fingers tracing the outline of his arousal through his pants. the intensity of his desire was palpable, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. you wanted him, needed him, in a way that bordered on obsession. but as you moved to undo his pants, you felt him hesitate, his hands shaking slightly. "i…i don’t know if i can," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with a sigh.

you whispered, your voice soft and filled with sincerity. "i want this, with you."

a flicker of relief flashed across his features, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your words. but the worry still lingered in his eyes, the fear of causing you pain evident in every line of his expression. he reached down to free his member from the confines of his sweatpants, discarding the clothing with a swift movement. as his length sprang free, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight before you. he was almost comically big, his arousal standing proudly against his abdomen, thick and pulsing with desire.

a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through you as you watched him, desire pooling low in your belly. you couldn't help but wonder how he was going to fit inside of you, the thought sending a thrill of anticipation racing through you. seungcheol reached for his wallet on the nightstand, retrieving a condom with practiced ease and slipped it on.

cheol lifted your legs over his head, moving himself between them, a gasp escaped your lips at the sudden change in position. you felt him slowly enter you, his size stretching you in a way that was both exhilarating and slightly painful. the stretch stung, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through your body, but it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. he had to be the biggest you'd ever had, filling you completely and leaving you breathless with desire.

“‘s-so big,” was all you could breathe out with awe in your voice.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured with both hands holding your legs over his shoulder so he could stretch you out as much as possible. bottoming out, he studied your face for signs of discomfort and deciding he could move. as seungcheol began to thrust gently at first, you felt his movements cautious and tender, as if he were testing the waters. each slow push and pull sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, his size stretching you in ways that ignited a fire deep within.

“feels so fucking good, your perfect pussy…” he groans into your neck.

you couldn't help but vocalize how good you felt as well, “don’t stop baby, please.”

something about that nickname makes his movements became more urgent, more desperate, as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of being inside you. with each thrust, you felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. his thrusts became rougher, more dominant, as he took control of the rhythm. with a growl of desire, he reached for your throat, his grip firm but not constricting.

the sensation of his hand around your neck sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you, the combination of pleasure and pain driving you wild with desire. "who makes you feel this good?" he demanded, his voice rough with need.

you gasped at the sensation, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "you," you screamed, your voice filled with rawness. "It's you, cheol."

he flipped you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you perfectly for him to take you from behind. you gasped at the sudden change in position, the feeling of vulnerability and excitement coursing through you. but before you could react, seungcheol’s hands were on you, grabbing your ass possessively as he pulled you towards him. the sensation of his grip on your flesh sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, curved for him to hit your perfect angle.

as you thought you couldn't take any more, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pulling you back towards him with a force that left you breathless. “want you to be mine..” he choked out, his words claiming you.

“‘m yours," you gasped, your voice surrendering yourself completely. with a final, desperate thrust, cheol buried himself deep inside you, sending you both hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. pleasure exploded through every nerve ending in your body as you both reached the peak together, your cries of passion mingling in the air as you rode out the waves of bliss together.

seungcheol slowly withdrew from you and as you caught your breathe, he removed the condom, discarding it thoughtfully before turning his attention back to you. his demeanor shifted, his previous intensity giving way to a tender concern. leaning in, he pressed soft kisses to your tired face, his touch gentle and reassuring. "are you okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern as he traced a soothing hand along your sweaty cheek.

you nodded, a contented smile gracing your lips as you bask in the warmth of his affection.

he tenderly cleaned you with a warm, damp cloth that he quickly fetched from the bathroom, his movements gentle and careful as he ensured tour comfort. once satisfied, he disposed of the cloth and returned to your side, pulling the covers over the both of your naked bodies.

you lay in each other's arms, the quiet of the room enveloping them like a comforting embrace. the air was filled with a sense of contentment but also questions rang through your mind. unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you spoke up. "cheol, earlier... did you mean what you said?" you asked, her voice tentative yet filled with hope.

seungcheol turned to you, his gaze soft yet filled with meaning. “every word," he replied, his voice steady and sure. “if you want — then you’re mine, and i’m yours.”

your mind buzzed with uncertainty and you sigh, snuggling closer to him. the realization that your time together on the show was fleeting weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the intimacy you had shared.

"seungcheol," you begin, switching from the nickname you’d been using. “i can’t help but wonder...after filming ends, what happens to us? we haven't known each other for long, and...” you gnawed at your lip, “what if we’re just caught in the moment?”

his expression faltered, a flicker of hurt flashing across his features at your words. he had been so certain of your connection, so confident in the depth of your feelings for each other, that your doubts came as a painful blow.

he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "caught in the moment?" he repeated, his voice filled with an anxiety-ridden tone you had never heard before. "is that really what you think this is?"

your chest clenched at the anguish in seungcheol’s eyes, the weight of your words settling heavily between the two of you. you hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't realized the impact your doubts would have on him.

"no, seungcheol, that's not what i meant," you hurried to explain, sitting up — your voice thick with regret. "i just... i’m scared. scared that what we have isn't enough to survive once the cameras stop rolling."

seungcheol sat up, shoulders slumped, the weight of your uncertainty pressing down on him like a boulder. "i need some time to think," he said, his voice strained. without another word, he stood up, dressed himself with the clothes he’d discarded on the floor as you protested, and left the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the silence.

you curled up under the covers, the emptiness of the room amplifying the loneliness you felt.

—

day 13:

the next morning dawned with a heavy sense of awkwardness hanging in the air. as you emerged from your room, the weight of last night’s conversation still pressed on your chest. cheol was already in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he prepared breakfast. the usual warmth and easy smiles were conspicuously absent.

"good morning," you said softly, trying to break the tension.

"morning," he replied flatly, not turning to face you. his tone was distant, a stark contrast to the intimate moments you had shared just hours before.

breakfast was a quiet affair, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. every clink of cutlery felt amplified, every glance avoided a reminder of the rift that had formed.

filming started shortly after, the crew bustling around to set up the day’s scenes. you and seungcheol went through the motions, but the chemistry that had once made your interactions effortless now felt forced. the cameras captured your strained smiles and awkward pauses, the tension between you palpable.

by the end of the day, the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved tension was nearly unbearable. as the crew packed up and the lights dimmed, you felt a deep sense of despair settle in. the connection that had once felt so strong now seemed fragile.

the newly familiar routine of brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas felt strangely hollow without seungcheol’s presence by your side. as you slipped under the covers, the cool sheets seemed to amplify the emptiness of the space beside you.

—

day 14:

the next day dawned with a sense of finality, the knowledge that it was the last day of filming adding a layer of bittersweet tension to the air. you went through your morning routine mechanically, each action feeling heavy with the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved emotions between you and your fake husband.

the filming started early, the crew bustling around to capture the last few scenes of your time together. you and seungcheol interacted politely, tension still lingering. you found yourself stealing glances at him, wishing for a moment alone to bridge the gap, but the demands of filming left little room for personal conversations. the day moved swiftly, and before you knew it, it was time for the post-show interview.

—

post-show interview:

you sat in the brightly lit room, the camera trained on you as the producer asked the final questions. the weight of the moment pressed on you, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

interviewer: "so, how do you feel now that the show is ending?”

her voice was gentle but probing.

you paused, considering your words carefully. "its been an amazing experience," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i’ve learned so much about myself and about what i want in a relationship. and...i’ve come to care for seungcheol deeply. more than i expected."

the interviewer leaned in, sensing the depth of your emotions.

interviewer: “can you elaborate on that? how has your relationship with seungcheol evolved?"

you nodded, your heart pounding. "at first, it was just about getting to know each other, but as the days went by, i found myself feeling…a certain way about him. he’s kind, supportive, and has this way of making me feel seen and valued. i’ve realized that i fell for him and that my feelings were real.”

a pang of regret hit you, remembering your doubts and the hurt in cheol’s eyes. you wondered if you should share your feelings fully, fearing the consequences of the media. but then, you decided—if there was a chance that he would see this interview when the show aired, perhaps he would understand the depth of your feelings and know that you regretted your words.

“i’ve fallen for seungcheol," you confessed, your voice breaking slightly. "and i regret the doubts i voiced. i wish i could take them back. i hope... i hope he can see how much he means to me."

the interviewer smiled softly, sensing the raw emotion in your words and the scoop she had just gotten. “thank you for sharing that," she said gently. "it’s clear that this experience has been transformative for you."

—

the weeks after the show wrapped up were a whirlwind of activity as you dived back into your work. your agency had announced a comeback, and preparations were in full swing, leaving little time for anything else. yet, despite the hectic schedule, thoughts of seungcheol lingered in the back of your mind, a constant undercurrent to your busy days. you cherished the rare quiet moments in your dorm, where you could catch up with your girl friends or simply relax. even during these times, you found yourself checking your phone, hoping for a message from the person you longed for. as the days passed with no word, a sense of uncertainty grew, mingled with the hope that he would reach out once the show aired.

when the show finally did air, you watched your post-show interview with bated breath, wondering how seungcheol would react. the raw honesty of your confession, the vulnerability you had shown, left you feeling exposed but kept you waiting next to your phone.

then, the call came. hearing cheol’s voice, filled with emotion and understanding, was like a balm to your weary heart. his words of reconciliation and his desire to give your relationship a real chance were everything you had hoped for. the prospect of meeting him off-camera, to explore your connection without the pressures of the show, filled you with a renewed sense of excitement and somewhat worry.

the next day, you found yourself standing outside a small, cozy café, your heart racing with anticipation. the door opened, and there he was—your same old cheol, looking just as nervous and hopeful as you felt.

he smiled as he saw you, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made your heart flutter. "hey," he said softly, stepping closer.

"hey," you replied, your voice quiet and your eyes watery.

without another word, he pulled you into a hug, holding you close. the warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of him, it all felt right.

you both sat down, ordering drinks and talking about everything and nothing. the conversation flowed easily, the tension from the show slowly melting away as you reconnected on a deeper, more personal level.

"i’ve been thinking about you every day," he confessed, his hand reaching out to cover yours. "i want to explore this, see where it leads. no cameras, no scripts—just us."

you nodded, tears of happiness glistening in your eyes. "i want that too, cheol. i want us to have a real chance."

as seungcheol and you left the café, a small crowd had gathered outside, eager to catch a glimpse of the two of you together. camera flashes illuminated the sidewalk as fan-sites and news networks alike snapped photos, their interest palpable in the air. reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into a cacophony of speculation about your relationship.

online, netizens dissected every detail, analyzing photos and videos from the show and your recent café outing. comments and posts flooded social media platforms, with hashtags trending worldwide. the public's curiosity and excitement seemed to know no bounds as they speculated about the nature of your relationship.

cheol took to his instagram, posting a photo of the two of you holding hands outside the café with a quote from “amour,” the novel he had read previously.

— “ there will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. “

—

end.

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

all dark content written below are original pieces. please do not steal, copy, or plagiarize any of my work.

if you uncomfortable with my dark fiction content, feel free to block my tag that i use to separate these pieces from my mainstream writings. ( #anchoeritc.dark ) warnings will be listed under each piece.

pieces:

doves in the wind • smut, stepdad!tonowari stepcest, fingering, clit play, names used: ‘daddy’, ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’, etc. masturbation (afab.)

↱ summary: all those moments brought you to where you are right now: rubbing your clit, thinking about your stepdad.

drabbles:

hunting with stepdad!jake stepcest, use of weapons (bow).

sleepy sex with stepdad!joel stepcest, cockwarming.

spoon-feeding with stepdad!tonowari stepcest, mentions of feeding, food, cooking. allusions to cheating, choking, gagging.

sleepy sex with stepdad!jake stepcest, penetration beside sleeping body.

hot springs sex with stepdad!jake stepcest, penetration underwater, use of daddy kink.

stepdad!jake finds out about your boyfriend stepcest, possessive jake, rough intercourse, cheating, exhibitionism kink, choking kink.

stepdad!jake taking advantage of business trip stepcest, daddy kink, rough intercourse, breeding kink, hair pulling.

stepdad!jake helping you through your first heat stepcest, dubcon, daddy kink.

stepdad!jake secretly watching you masturbate stepcest, masturbation (afab.), daddy kink, clit play.

stepdad!quaritch deals with your big mouth stepcest, rough intercourse, mean quaritch, degradation kink, choking kink, hair pulling.

stepdad!jake secretly touching you stepcest, daddy kink, clit play.

breeding kink with stepdad!wari stepcest, creampie, breeding kink.

stepdad!tonowari headcanons stepcest, exhibitionism kink, fingering, clit play, mentions of food and feeding.

stepdad!jake stealing your panties stepcest, panty sniffing, masturbation (male.), allusions to oral fixations.

imagine levi coming home from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just spend time with his lovely housewife and daughter but its already late at night so he goes to take a shower and when he reaches the bed, his wife pulls him close and hugs his head close to her chest just... reader babying levi and letting him suck on her breasts, even when he falls asleep hes still going at it until the next morning where levi wakes up w a raging hard-on and fucks reader so hard they almost made a brother for their daughter... hehe good luck on your midterms, marie! i just finished mine so im glad thats over, you can do this!!

Thank you so much anon ! Just finished mine and I am honestly so glad this is now out of the way. Can now get proper nights of sleep. 

genre : nsfw, mdni

warnings : nipple play, marking, dacryphilia, creampie, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

Levi’s days away from you are long and tiring, filled with paperwork and social interactions he’d rather do without. He can’t wait to go home and bathe in your warmth, your daughter’s giggles and light snores as you put her to sleep. 

Only then can he relax. Once he’s shrugged out of his jacket, taken a hot shower and joined you in bed. 

He sighs out the exhaustion of the day as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. His head buried in your chest as your fingers card through his hair, beads of water still clinging to the strands. 

“Shhh, relax, love.” You whisper gently, “You’ve worked so hard today.”

He moans, voice muffled by your breasts. Lips drawn to your skin, intoxicated by your scent. A soft blend of milk and fresh laundry. You encourage him, tugging the strap of your nightgown down and exposing your chest to his wandering mouth. 

He suckles on your breast, arms wrapped around your waist as he trails down to capture your pebbled nipple in his mouth, desperately sucking on the soft bud with quiet whines. 

And as his eyes flutter close, mind slipping under and conscience fading away, his lips remain attached to your skin, tongue still lapping at your breasts, whining ever so softly in his sleep. 

But it’s a completely different Levi you wake up to when morning comes, any trace of exhaustion gone from his features as he trails burning hot kisses up your neck and jaw, hands wandering up and down your sides, hiking up your nightgown and pulling your hips down. 

He nibbles on your ear, feeding off your high pitched moans and whines as his fingers glide down your navel and delve between your thighs, pressing against your already wet panties. 

“Fais pas trop de bruit. Tu voudrais pas réveiller notre fille, mmh ?” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your skin and sending delightful shivers up your spine. 

Levi’s no fool though, knows you by heart.

He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet when he fucks you close to tears. Pitifully biting down on your lower lip to stifle your cries of his name when he’s giving it to you so good you forget how to breathe.   

He starts slow and gentle, kissing your lips as he slowly pushes his length inside of you, controlled thrusts and languorous drags of his cock over your walls. He tries to make it easy for you, only for his efforts to go down the drain when your hands run through his hair and tug on the locks. 

“Pu-Putain...” He breathes out, a low moan rumbling in his chest, “Tu me rends.... fou...”

He clamps a hand on your mouth, muffling your voice as he picks up the pace. Your legs helplessly dangling over his shoulders as his hips snap against yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, every powerful thrusts sending you jolting on the sheets. 

He groans in your ear as you clench around him, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer and closer to you as your sanity slowly crumbles under the weight of your impending release. 

He goes ravenous, harsh thrusts emptying his load deep inside of you, your walls pulsing around his length.

“Keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake our daughter, mmh ?” 

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

guilty pleasures

pairings: levi ackerman x fem!reader

summary: you absolutely despise your Captain. why? because you can't stop thinking about him

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, blowjob, exhibitionism

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yikes.. i kinda got carried away on this one :D

"You're pulling your punches, brat. Get into better form!" The cold and commanding voice of your captain makes a scowl form on your face, and you readjust your already perfect stance. Jean comes lunging forward with raised fists, and you skillfully duck under his attack, grabbing one of his extended arms and throwing him to the ground with ease, trapping his body under yours and using your free hand to push his face angrily into the dirt. Physically, he's probably much stronger than you—but he's not agile or fast enough to outmaneuver your attacks. Cheers from your teammates erupt around you, and you help Jean up from the ground.

"WOAH that was so cool! Could you teach me how to do that?" Christa’s small voice is filled with awe, and you offer a heartwarming smile.

"I'd be glad to, as soon as we're done-" Your voice is cut off by your captain’s, and you try to resist the urge to rush over and punch him straight in his annoyingly perfect face.

"As soon as she's done fixing her sloppy form. You'll be practicing with Mikasa until she says you've done a good enough job. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Your voice is dripping with anger, and Mikasa glances at you with a nervous smile.

"The rest of you are dismissed." He walks away but you manage to shoot him a glare into his icy grey eyes before he turns. He remains expressionless, and continues on like you don't even exist.

"Fuck him." You curse under your breath, and Mikasa places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don't mind him... remember, he's like this with everyone."

Yeah, like this with everyone.

You would beg to differ. There's some hate that the captain has towards you that's stronger than anyone else. It's not like you don't hate him back. But there’s something about him that draws you in—his calculating grey eyes that you get lost in when he’s talking, his lips that look so incredibly soft yet never smile for anyone, his perfect face, hardened by years of experience yet you know it’s capable of showing emotion.

But all that aside—you absolutely hate him.

“I don’t know what captain was talking about, y/n. Your form is basically perfect, better than anyone I’ve seen.” You help Mikasa up from the soft ground for the hundredth time, the moon already high in the sky. Rubbing your eyes and sore joints from the day's activities, the two of you say your goodbyes and you beeline for your room. Collapsing onto your bed into a heap, your eyes flutter closed and you slip into a deep slumber, letting the constantly present images of your captain drift in and out of your mind.

~

“Y/N!!!” Practically launching yourself out of bed at the loud and worried voice, you rub your eyes tiredly, sleep still fogging your thoughts.

“What is it…” you have to look hard to see the blonde standing in front of you. “…Armin?” He only grabs your hand, shoving your jacket in your face and dragging you out the door.

“You’re late. And captain’s pissed.” As you pass one of the many windows in the building, you see that it’s still dark outside.

“But it’s not even time for training yet!” Armin ignores you and keeps a firm grip on your hand as you walk down the stairs and outside into the cool air.

“I don’t know what he wants to do with us, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” Armin squeezes your hand lightly, and turns back, offering a sweet smile. “I’m sure you’ll be fine though, you’re pretty good at everything.” You can’t help the smile appearing on your face in return, despite the fact that you’re still half asleep.

“Thanks Armin, but you’re pretty amazing at things too, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” He pushes the doors open with a chuckle, and the cold night air sends a shiver down your spine. You’re thankful that Armin has a firm grip on your hand—he seems to be radiating heat, and warming you up in the process. You can faintly see the group up ahead, aside from a few people, who you assume are on their way.

“Armin! Y/n!” Your head turns at the sound of voices behind you, and Eren and Mikasa run up to the two of you. “Do you know what’s happening?” Armin shakes his head, and you speak up.

“Nope, we know as much as you guys. Apparently Levi’s pissed about something.” The four of you approach the group, and Levi is standing there, arms crossed, in front of the rest of the group. You notice his eyes flick down to yours and Armin’s joined hands, but he shows no emotion or reaction, but you do see his jaw tighten.

“Is that the last of you? Good.” You drop Armin’s hand and you all turn to face him. “I’ve noticed the utter lack of effort given during training recently. I understand we got back from an unsuccessful reconnaissance trip not that long ago and lost some soldiers, but that is no excuse. Usually I could care less about things like this, but we’re heading off on another trip soon, and I need all of you to be prepared.”

Your face falls when he gestures to the thick forest next to the small castle the Scouts use as your temporary headquarters.

“I want you to run through the forest three times, all the way to the other side. Moblit is waiting there and you need to check in with him. I don’t expect this to take more than an hour. Tick tock, Scouts.” Everyone lets out a groan and takes off into the forest. It takes Mikasa around 10 minutes to run to one side of the forest, but you could do it probably closer to five. And plus, you shouldn’t exert yourself physically without stretching first.

And there’s no way in hell I’m running for fun in these uniforms. I’ll probably cook to death.

Levi raises an eyebrow at you from where he's standing, wondering what you're doing. You shed your jacket, throwing it into the grass. The ODM gear around your chest comes off next, followed by your shirt, until you're left wearing just a sleeveless top. Since there's such strict rules about ODM gear, you slip it back on quickly. Looking up to see Levi staring at you, you give him a confused look before beginning to stretch. He continues to watch you, baffled, before speaking up.

“Quite cocky, aren't you, y/n?” You shrug, continuing to stretch out your legs, a small smirk playing on your lips. He approaches you, arms crossed over his chest, and leans down so his face is close to yours. “I’d get going if I were you.” You scoff at his remark, getting angrier by the second.

“How about you make me, captain.” Your heart stops at what you just said. You didn’t mean for that to come out of your mouth, that was supposed to stay in your head. Levi’s hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you towards the forest, but not where the other Scouts went in. When you’re far enough away that you can’t be seen from the path, Levi pushes you against a tree, and your heart skips a beat.

“You really piss me off, huh, y/n?” He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, and your knees go weak. “But there’s something about you that I can’t shake, and it’s driving me insane.” He finally lets his lips connect with yours, and you savour the moment, never wanting it to end. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting out a tiny gasp when the bulge in his pants presses into you.

“See y/n? Look what you to do me...” He growls in your ear and you drop down from his embrace, grabbing him by the collar. You flip him around so his back is now pressed into the tree, and let a tiny smirk sneak onto your lips.

“I think I can help fix that.” You drop to your knees and skillfully unclasp all the ODM gear around his waist, getting past the belt to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his ankles, palming his erection through his boxers. The sigh that slips out of his lips makes your stomach turn flips, and you run your fingers along the skin just above where you know he needs you, and he reaches down and grips your wrists.

“Don’t be a little tease, y/n.” You smirk up at him but obey, pulling down his boxers, his length springing up. You notice it twitch when the cool outside air hits it, and that prompts you to take it in your hand, pumping it slowly, occasionally brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip.

You run your tongue along the bottom of his cock, relishing in the way he’s biting down on his lips to hold back the noises threatening to slip out of his pretty mouth. Wrapping your lips around his head, he begins to get impatient and grips onto your hair, pushing his length farther into your mouth. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, but it’s all worth it for the shaky groan that comes out of Levi’s mouth.

“F-fuck...” He bucks his hips upward into your mouth, picking up speed as he chases his high. Your breaths are quick through your nose, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Saliva drips down your bottom lip and onto the grass, and one of your hands clamps onto Levi’s thigh so you keep your balance. Your other hand flies down to your clothed cunt, stroking it through your pants. You moan on his cock, and Levi’s brain almost short-circuits, and he can feel his high just out of his reach. His heart is racing at a million miles an hour, and you’re the only think he can think of right now, and how pretty you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

The fire pooling in your core is spreading through your entire body, and your head feels all fuzzy. Your fingers press into the growing wet spot on your pants, desperate for any sort of friction. You can tell Levi’s close to his high, he’s becoming more and more vocal and the grip on your hair tightens.

“Ah- y/n...” His hips stutter and you feel his hot load shoot down your throat, a thousand curses tumbling out of his mouth. You force yourself to swallow before taking a breath, and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. Your lungs suck in air like you haven’t breathed in hours, and you sit back on your knees. Levi’s lips are on yours immediately, removing your jacket and fiddling with your belt. He runs kisses down your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, and tiny whimpers are sneaking out of your swollen lips. He finally gets your belt off and is about to move to the button on your pants when voices ring out in the night. Your eyes widen and so does your captain’s, and you both leap to your feet.

“Shit. They’re back already?” Levi says under his breath, and a small smile plays on your lips, butterflies returning to your stomach.

That means he wanted to spend more time with me.

You grab your jacket off the ground and pull it on, fixing your belt and the rest of your gear, and Levi does the same. You both sprint back towards the edge of the forest, just making it to the same spot as earlier before the group breaks from the trees. You’re sitting down, out of breath, and Levi’s standing a good distance away from you, trying to hide his own tiredness.

“We’re done, captain.” Armin catches his breath, and Levi waves them away.

“Head back to bed. We’re starting training the same time tomorrow. And don’t expect me to go easy on you.” The group starts to head back to the castle, all worn out, but you stand slowly, the fire still burning in your core.

“Y/n.” Levi calls out, and you turn back to see him walk up to you. “Come to my room tonight after everyone goes to bed.” You nod, and he turns and goes back towards the forest, probably to meet Moblit.

“Hey! Are you coming y/n?” Armin’s voice rings out, and you raise your head.

“Yeah!” You turn and take one last look at Levi before jogging ahead to the rest of the group.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʟᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

06. kamo choso

the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. been real busy with school even if it's just my first week so this is unbeta-ed and may contain typos/grammatical errors. still, hope you enjoy!

(word count: 5,605)

(previous chapter)

"Can we see you do your wiggly-woos? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

This was his third time asking you today (and probably the hundredth time ever since you'd disclosed your powers). You rolled your eyes, "No. You'll just distract me, Satoru. And I need all the concentration I can get to remove the curse on Tsumiki-san."

With that, you shut the door in his face.

"But the wiggly-woos..." the blindfolded man pouted, pointing at a certain duo. "... Why is it that only those two can see it?" (By those two, he meant a still-awkward Suguru and a smug-looking Toji who were amongst those outside the room).

Nanami, who had grown tired of his constant whining, smacked his head and dragged him to a chair by the windows, where a napping Yuuji was seated. "Sit down, you idiot. Let her work in peace."

"Aww... and why can Megumi-chan stay in the room while I can't!?"

"That's because Megumi-kun's more behaved than you and won't keep pestering me!" you shouted from the other side of the door.

"..."

Silence. Finally.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

An anxious Megumi paced around the room, glancing at his comatose sister every once in a while. You hadn't done anything yet—and he's never seen your powers—but the first thing you did was place your hands on his shoulders, stopping him and assuring him.

"Megumi," you started, smiling at him. "Keep your thoughts down, m'kay? They're... getting kind of noisy in here and I can't help but hear it." You tapped your temples.

He averted his eyes guiltily, aware of your weird telepathic abilities, "... Sorry."

"Don't be, I understand why you're feeling this way." You patted his surprisingly soft hair, positioning yourself on Tsumiki's bedside. "Besides, she's your sister. I get it."

"..."

Noting that his brain and his mouth had gotten silent, you were about to begin extracting and breaking the curse when Megumi spoke again.

"You had a sister, too?"

You paused.

For five seconds, you paused. Numerous memories came rushing back to you. And then you slowly shook your head, a fond smile on your face as nostalgia came over you. "Maki-chan and Mai-chan... they're twins, hm?"

He blinked, not understanding, "Y-Yeah."

"I'm a twin," you quietly shared, staring at your wrinkled hands, stretching the fingers out. "I had a brother."

Had. That was the sole word Megumi noted. And with that look in your eyes, he could tell that your brother most likely had passed already. You had a brother. You were a twin.

"Ah."

You glanced at him, changing the mood, "Don't worry, Megumi-kun. You won't be losing Tsumiki-chan anytime soon while I'm here. I'll save her."

And you did.

Megumi watched with wide, fascinated eyes as wispy tendrils of crimson and black emerged from your curved fingers, entering his sister's temples. Slowly, but surely, that mark on her forehead dissipated. By the fifteenth minute of whatever magic you were doing, the cursed mark had completely vanished.

Within thirty minutes, Tsumiki had opened her eyes.

Megumi had never been more thankful to someone in his life. But for a moment, he saw the look in your eyes when he reunited with his sister. It was all joy and goodwill, only with the barest hint of melancholy.

The only other person who noticed it as you retreated into a corner of the room was Nanami. He wondered why you had that same weary look you wore when he spent dinner with you all those years ago, but didn't question it. Maybe Geto and Toji noticed, too—at home, you'd have brief bouts of strange sadness sometimes, yet they would never last for more than a a few seconds.

Majority of the time, you were all smiles and a ball of sunshine who just loved what she was doing. They never knew. Perhaps they would have seen the extent of your grief if a cursed spirit could grow and attach to you.

Yet even you could not control their fear.

Only your own.

"Momma?" You were broken out of your thoughts as Yuuji, now awake, approached you. The others were a bit too preoccupied with Tsumiki's awakening. "Are you okay?"

You hummed, "What do you mean, darling?"

"You've been staring into space for like, ten minutes..." the pink-haired boy frowned, observing you carefully. "Was using the wiggly-woo magic too hard on you? Do you need to rest, Mom?"

You shook your head, catching a glimpse of the for once-smiling Megumi and his sister speaking. Gojo was with them, talking, and right behind Gojo was Toji—murmuring in a surprisingly soft voice to his stepdaughter.

Over the course of a few weeks, Megumi and Toji really did try to mend their... broken relationship. Now that Megumi knew what his dad had been—an assassin-for-hire—he could somewhat understand why he had to leave their family. It may have been selfish, but he realized that Toji may have done it for their safety, too. So they tried. They really did try to make things work.

Gojo and Geto—who was seated beside Nanami, also watching everything unfold—were also in the process of reconciling (you'd practically teleported them to the KFC where they broke up and made them stay there for one entire day). After everything that happened to him with Kenjaku, Suguru no longer had much of an aim in life like he did when he was alive. Killing all non-jujutsu sorcerers seemed to be out of the question now. Seeing your power with his very eyes—and you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer—made him realize that there were lots of powerful things out there he didn't know. Things that were out of his control.

Geto and Toji were content just tagging along with you, helping around in your shop and living a much more peaceful and rewarding life.

Finally, you answered Yuuji after a moment of thought and kissed his forehead, hugging him. "I'm okay as long as all of you are okay, sweetie."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

He had no clue how you fucking did it. You, the elderly woman who owned that nice shop he and his schoolmates used to visit when they came to Tokyo. As far as he knew, you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer.

Hell, you didn't even have a single ounce of cursed energy.

But here he was, in a perfectly healthy body. His Heavenly Restriction was gone, too, but even with his lessened amount of cursed energy in this much more perfect body, he still had enough of it to remain as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

Kokichi Muta had no idea this was possible.

"Anything's possible, dear," you spoke up, leaning on the walls of the enclosed room. He flinched. Did you just—"Yes, I can read your mind, too."

"What are you, Y/N-san?" Mechamaru's puppeteer asked. Never in his life would he have thought that you had such hidden... capabilities.

You shrugged, "Well, I'm definitely not a jujutsu sorcerer, that's for sure. A sorceress, yes, but not in jujutsu."

"Why... Why did you heal me?" Kokichi didn't understand.

"Well, I heard you were being a spy to one of our enemies," you drawled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you. All I want is to eliminate that man and his underlings."

Kokichi realized that you knew. "She knows," he thought to himself. "About Geto and that Mahito."

"I do know," you chimed in, reading his thoughts again. Plus, you were already somewhat aware of might happen to Kokichi given the vision you'd seen before. This guy had undertaken a Binding Vow and would then try to kill pseudo-Geto and that damn Mahito.

He would fail. He would die.

"You... do?" he asked.

"Yup." You nodded. "But where you're wrong about is Geto-kun. The real Geto's soul is with me, actually. There's just another sorcerer impersonating him and using his body for those plans of his in Shibuya."

"Did—Did you read his mind, too?" Kokichi mumbled. "Like what you're doing to me?"

"I did, but I didn't mean to, in all honesty. But my powers... my magic warned me of something suspicious," you shared to him. "And I saw a premonition. One that could change the fate of not only jujutsu society, but the entirety of Japan and this world, too."

"Is that why you helped me?"

Once again, you nodded. "In the premonition I saw, you were going to die fighting that curse, Kokichi-san. And countless more will, too. I'm just trying to prevent another massive disaster from happening."

You turned around, about to leave, when he called your name, "Wait! Wait, please, Y/N-san!"

You glanced back at him, "Yes?"

"What... What do I do now, then?" he pleaded desperately. "If I die, the Shibuya Plan will still continue, right? So what do I do!? What can I do to help?"

"Go back to your friends." You smiled. "Turn yourself in and tell them the truth while it's not too late. Don't have any regrets."

"... And if they ask me how I got this body?"

"Hmm... tell them that the witch who lives in the outskirts of Tokyo helped you." Before he could even blink, you were already gone. He stared down at his new body, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.

"Witch...?" he whispered to himself, still unable to fathom everything that's happened. "The witch who lives on the outskirts of the city. Huh."

All of a sudden, you reappeared in front of him, making him flinch.

"Almost forgot to tell you!" You snapped your finger. "That Miwa girl likes you, too. Shoot your shot, sweetie!"

He blushed. Satisfied with what you'd done, you vanished again.

Mechamaru would later on come clean to his schoolmates and confess to a blue-haired girl his true feelings for her.

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Just a couple of days afterward, you made your visit to one of the remaining Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. You didn't want a fight, so the instant he was able to detect you, you immediately used your magic to restrain him. Now, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring daggers at you.

"Who—what is the meaning of this!? Let me go, woman!" he snarled, trying escape and use his Blood Manipulation on you but to no avail. Calmly and fearlessly, you crouched down to his level.

"You are Choso-san, am I correct?"

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn't respond to your polite question.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I'm sorry for your loss," you murmured, feeling his sorrow. "About what happened to your brothers. Their names were Eso and Kechizu, right?"

Choso practically growled at you. To him, you weren't even worthy of saying his brothers' names. Not one bit. A worthless human. Other than that, who were you?

"Shut up!"

You were undeterred. "It was my adopted son, Yuuji, and his teammate who took your brothers down."

At the revelation, Choso nearly saw red.

"You—"

Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. "But after seeing that man's mind, I found out something quite interesting about my Yuuji-kun," you told him honestly. "Did you know you had another brother aside from Eso and Kechizu?"

His eyes, which had been thin, angry slits, widened into the size of saucers. "What nonsense is this!? I don't have any other brothers!"

"Yet Noritoshi Kamo's memory says otherwise," you sharply replied, tone colder this time. "That fake Geto Suguru, Noritoshi Kamo—they're all one person. All of them are him. That ancient sorcerer Kenjaku. That scumbag of a father who impregnated your mother has a Cursed Technique that allows him to keep transferring his brain to different hosts throughout the centuries. Before Geto Suguru was a woman with stitches on her forehead. That woman was the biological mother of Itadori Yuuji, my adopted son."

"Lies!" Choso shouted, attempting to claw his way out of your magic. It didn't work.

"I don't know what to do except show you what will happen if you keep following that fake Geto Suguru and his band of curses," you said, eyes glowing red as you entered his mind, allowing him to see the events of the Shibuya Plan and the Culling Game.

In real time, it was only a few seconds. However, Choso felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime in the vision you'd shown him. He saw himself fighting and nearly killing the pink-haired boy who had killed his brothers. He then saw himself screaming in agony at what he'd done, seeing a memory he hadn't experienced before.

That Itadori Yuuji laughing and conversing with him and the now-deceased Eso and Kechizu.

"Normally," your voice cut through the haze in his mind. "I'd use mind control on my enemies. It's part of my magic and my skill set. In this world and in your terminologies, you could say it's... my Cursed Technique. Or something like that. But I don't use jujutsu, Choso-san. And I'm not going to force you into believing what I showed you." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I am a mere stranger to you, after all."

Panting, he relaxed in his restraints. When you noticed that he was no longer sure on whether or not he should attack you, you released your magical hold on him with a flick of your wrist.

"I... Who are you? What are you?" he exhaled heavily, still in disbelief.

Lately, you've been getting those questions a lot, huh?

"I'm an orphan, a widowed woman, a mother who's lost her children, and also a sister who lost her brother," you sighed out tiredly, flopping on the ground and sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. You weren't sure why you were telling him this, but the past few weeks have been pretty difficult to bear. You needed to rant. This Choso guy seemed like he'd listen. "Some people call me a miracle, others call me a murderer. They say I'm a weapon of mass destruction—which I now agree with—a harbinger of chaos, and well, people used to know me as a witch, too."

The half-curse, half-human had no idea how to react to your statements. Was this... too much information? Choso was a little confused.

"I don't care about all those titles anymore, though." Huffing, you fully laid down on the floor, back flat on the ground, an arm over your eyes. Sleeping for a month would feel nice after you finished ruining the Shibuya Plan. Maybe you'd visit the Maldives of this world. Or Bali. A vacation. You could even drag Nanami to Malaysia with you, if he was willing for it. "I'm now perfectly content being a retired grandma owning a shop. It's given me peace from my constant grief, for the most part. Yuuji-kun was one of the things that brought me joy when I moved here. He still does, although that damned Sukuna ruins the moment so much... I swear to God I'll turn him into a frog the next time he hurts Yuuji..."

Choso blinked. Turn Sukuna into a frog? You could do that? More importantly, why were you so open towards him? Talking to him like that and sharing random stuff about your life to him? He'd never met a human as weird as you before.

"What... are you doing?" he inquired. After seeing that vision and listening to you rant, he strangely felt compelled to not fight you anymore, even if he wasn't sure if he could trust that premonition you showed him or not.

"I am resting my eyes, sweetheart," you exhaled softly, relishing the darkness. For a moment, his cheeks turned pink at your pet name. "Resting. My. Eyes."

Clearing his throat, he stared down at your elderly form lying down on the floor, "Why are you resting your eyes, lady?"

"Because that awful Kenjaku you're following around is going to ruin so many innocent people's lives and I still have to fix it, dear," you replied tiredly. "But I have to do it, or else something worse will happen to the people I love. And if that happens again to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to wreck another universe again."

"... Wreck another universe? What do you mean by that?"

You uncovered your eyes, lifting your arms. "Can't explain it, but long story short, your world is just one of the countless worlds and dimensions that exist out there."

Choso was even more befuddled. Who the hell were you, really?

"I already told you my name is Y/N L/N," you muttered, hearing his thoughts. Again, Choso was puzzled. You seemed like you were spouting gibberish while also sounding a thousand percent rational. And did you just read his thoughts?

"Yes. Yes, I did," you plainly stated. Standing up and brushing your clothes off, you handed him a business card.

Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries.

"That's my shop and my address, hun." You smiled at him. "If you do decide to believe me and leave that stupid pseudo-Geto-Noritoshi-Kenjaku-brain thing, I'll be there. Maybe you can meet Yuuji, too. He was really regretful about your brothers, you know."

At the mention of his brothers, Choso's mood dulled. You quickly noticed it, sadly smiling.

"It doesn't get easier. The grief, I mean," you uttered. "Years have passed since my twin brother died, too, and until now it feels like half of my soul died with him. And I thought that the only thing that would bring me comfort would be to see him again."

His crestfallen eyes turned toward you, yet he didn't speak a single word.

"I felt like I was drowning in my sadness for weeks on afterward, until..." You halted, remembering that core memory of yours with Vision. Perhaps the moment you fell in love and hadn't realized it.

You hadn't realized the half-curse was waiting for your answer until he prodded, "Until?"

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head. "It was my late husband who told me this when my brother died. He wasn't exactly human, too, so I was surprised when he told me this. It changed my perspective about my losses."

He looked at you expectantly.

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" Your eyes looked glazed with so much—maybe even too much—emotion. "Up to this day, I haven't moved on from all the people I've lost. I don't think I ever can. But the only thing I did was learn to live through the pain. Over time, we grow around it, too."

"Live... through the pain?" The concept seemed foreign to Choso, even if he was a hundred or so years old. "Grow around it? How?"

"Everyone goes about it differently. Me? It's why I'm in retirement, owning my sweets shop, serving customers, making people happy, and picking up some stray souls and giving them a second chance in life, all that," you chirped, sharing to him your experience. "I'm sure you'll find your own way, Choso-san. I just hope that it's not with that stitch-face and crackhead fake Geto. Wherever it is, I pray you find your peace."

At that moment, your phone rang out of the blue, making you sweat-drop. "Excuse me." You checked it. It was Toji. Huh. Normally, he'd only call you if he suspected you were going home a lil' too late. But it was like, 11AM.

You picked up. "Hello, Toji-kun?"

"Yeah, uh, Gojo and Nanami are here in the shop. Itadori and my kid, too," he said, sounding a bit concerned. "You need to get back here, ASAP."

"Oooookay, but they visit almost everyday now. What's different?"

"There are also these two weird guys looking for a woman named Wanda. Foreigners, from the looks of it. Definitely not Japanese."

Oh shit.

The phone was given to Geto, who spoke, "Y/N, these guys look pretty shady. Need us to take care of it? None of our customers are named Wanda, though, as far as I know." His next comment was a murmur to himself. "And what the hell are those costumes.... who wears a freaking cape in the middle of the day, what are they? Cosplayers?"

You instantly replied to Geto, "Tell them to wait. And let them sit down there. Can you speak English well? I'll be right back."

"We'll just force blondie to be the one to talk to them," Toji stole back his phone from Geto. "Oy, Nanami! You were a businessman, right? Tell them to wait in English."

An audibly loud sigh from your favorite ex-salaryman could be heard nearby, "Fine. I'll talk to them."

Hanging up, you turned back to Choso, who seemed like he'd been listening to your conversation.

"One of them... why did he sound like Geto?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Like I said, dear, I rescued the real Geto's soul. He's with me now. That fake Geto you're following? The one banding together with those cursed spirits? Yeah, he's an impostor." You pocketed your phone. "I'm sorry, Choso-san. I must go now." You smiled at him, wrinkles accentuated by how bright and genuine your smile was. "I do hope you find your peace. Bye, hun!"

Poof!

You had teleported away.

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The moment you poofed back into your shop, there were many eyes who watched your movements. Two pairs of those eyes were from a certain duo whom you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Those two people in capes were about to speak and greet you when you approached them quickly, switching back to English after who knows how long.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked worriedly. They briefly hugged you, patting your back.

"Greetings, Wanda... well, it's an emergency," Loki answered, seeming like he hadn't slept in days. "We rushed here as soon as we could."

Stephen looked the same, "It's a... very important emergency."

Your brows furrowed. "What? What is it? Do I have to go back—"

Both of them shook their heads.

"No, you don't," they chorused. However, instead of telling you what the emergency was, they ended up just staring at you.

"What?" you demanded. They were just standing there.

"Why are you an old woman?" Loki blinked. "Has it been an actual thousand years since we last saw you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'm in retirement, remember? I wanted to look the part."

Loki and Stephen shared a look, finding some sense in your logic. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. We're not going to mind that."

You rubbed your temples, "So, the emergency? What's so important you had to come this far to actually see me in person? Could've sent like, a magic email or something."

Loki huffed, "This is too important of an issue to be sent over email."

Meanwhile, the other men in the opposite corner of the shop watched your interaction.

"I understand nothing about what they're saying," Yuuji pouted. "Who are those two, anyway? Are they Momma's friends?" (In his soul, Sukuna was watching, too, eyes narrowed at the two strangers who came to visit you.)

Gojo popped a macaron he snatched from the display into his mouth, "Seems like it. They hugged."

"Are... those guys the sons she was talking about before?" Geto muttered, squinting. "I don't see a resemblance, though."

"I don't either," Toji interjected, shoving a sandwich into his son's hands. "But they do keep saying emergency. Kid, you gotta eat. It's past twelve."

Megumi begrudgingly ate the sandwich his dad gave, also curious as to why two weird men in capes were talking to you. After what you'd done for Tsumiki, he was in your debt (and also quite fascinated with your powers).

Nanami, the only one who could understand and speak fluent English because of his extensive experience working at a company, unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation carefully. Why had the men called you Wanda? Was that your English name equivalent or something? Aside from the emergency they kept mentioning, they also asked why you were an old woman? And magic email? What?

"The Darkhold's gone, Wanda," Stephen quietly muttered.

The revelation made you still.

"You... lost... the Book... of the Damned...?" At first, it was a whisper, but then your voice began raising in volume, alarming your other friends in this world. "You lost it!? How? Why?"

Toji gestured his head towards you while addressing Nanami, "What's she saying? Why does she sound panicked?"

The impromptu translator frowned, "They're talking about something called the Darkhold."

"Book... of the Damned?" Yuuji and Megumi tested out the English syllables on their tongue.

"Stephen, how could you lose the Book of Sins?!" you exclaimed, aware of the dire consequences. "The last time we got the Darkhold involved, the Multiver—"

"I know, I know," Stephen muttered, feeling a headache coming up.

"And it actually wasn't lost... more like stolen, we found out," Loki grumbled.

"Stolen? By who?" you questioned.

"Probably by a demon from the Hell Dimension," Dr. Strange answered.

"And why did you drag me into this?" You calmed yourself.

"Because you're the only one who bent the Darkhold to her will and mastered its contents. We need your help," the Sorcerer Supreme replied. "And uh, we're not fully sure, but traces of it are in this universe. We've come here to this place before a thousand years ago chasing another demon. The same thing might be happening again."

God, your retirement was really going to shit now, wasn't it? First it was Yuuji becoming Sukuna's vessel, and then getting involved with the Kenjaku situation, and now another problem from your home universe had arisen.

"Okay, fine. I'll help," you sighed, before noticing that the other guys in the café were trying to understand your conversation. You leaned closer to your fellow magicians from your original universe, whispering so that Nanami wouldn't hear, "I'm kind of pre-occupied with another issue here in this place, though."

"What do you mean?" Loki blinked.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've got everything under control," you assured them.

The God of Mischief and the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. "You know, the last time you said that," Stephen cut in. "Was in the Westview Anomaly. It's quite concerning."

"You sure you don't need any help from us?" Loki asked. You nodded.

"Mmhmm. And if I do find that demon from the Hell Dimension here, I'll be sure to take care of it and bring back the Darkhold."

Loki and Strange shared a look, "Alriiiiight. We'll keep looking in the other dimensions."

"Good."

"You know," Loki added, an impish glint in his eye. "Old age suits you."

You slapped his arm, chuckling, "Go!"

With that, the Dr. Strange used his Sling Ring to easily open another portal back into the New York Sanctum. They waved goodbye to you before the golden-orange portal closed.

When you turned around, the men of this world that you'd befriended were gawking. You nearly forgot they were there.

"What the hell was that?" Geto mumbled, wiping dry a mug in his hand with a towel.

"Magic, probably," Toji commented, resuming his task of wiping the counter. Out of everyone, he was the one who'd seen much of your magical abilities.

"I've never seen anything like it," Gojo added, even more interested in you and your... magician friends.

"They used a portal to another dimension, but their magic is very different from mine, though," you disclosed, hands on your hips as you spoke Japanese again.

"Another... dimension?" Yuuji gaped. "That's wild!"

"By the way, why were those friends of yours talking about demons and a Book of the Damned?" Nanami interjected, a little antsy at what you were dealing with. He understood most of the conversation before you, Strange, and Loki spoke in hushed voices.

"Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it," you waved it off casually. "Runaway demons are pretty common when they manage to escape the Hell Dimension, this one we talked about in particular was just somewhat concerning because it took the Darkhold. That book corrupts anyone and anything that reads it. It's like a Special Grade Cursed Object, but far more dangerous than Sukuna's level. Much worse."

Offended at what he just heard, the King of Curses materialized on Yuuji's cheek. "Bullshit, woman!"

You smiled smugly, eyes glinting red and making the others swallow. They still didn't know you'd practically tossed Sukuna around like a ragdoll in his domain. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take you on, Curse King. If I could bend that evil grimoire to my will, you're nothing but a piece of cake," you taunted confidently. You had a right, too. And you were capable enough of doing it.

Sukuna nearly roared in fury at your insult, "Why you—!"

"But didn't you say that the Darkhold corrupts anyone and anything that reads it?" Megumi interrupted, trying to prevent a fight between both of you.

"Oh, yeah. I nearly lost my mind and my remaining sanity reading it. It made me hallucinate and make me hear things, too," you offhandedly said, recalling that period of your life many years ago as you tapped your chin. They sweat-dropped at your nonchalance while also being somewhat disturbed at your description. "But I needed to learn more about my powers as a witch, so I pushed through and overcame it. The Darkhold very nearly poisoned my soul, though, but thank heavens I got through it alive. That was a really long time ago, though, waaaay before I retired here in Japan."

"... Witch?" All of them chorused.

Oh. They hadn't known yet what to call you even after you'd told them about your powers.

"Well, you can call me a sorceress, too, just not in jujutsu. Enchantress, magician, mage, medium—"

"Hag," Sukuna interposed, making your eye twitch (the others glared at him, too). Yuuji slapped a hand over the curse's mouth.

"Don't talk to my mom like that," the vessel complained. Sukuna rolled his eyes (the one's on Yuuji's cheek).

"I don't care, brat."

"Either way," you stated. "The demon and the Darkhold isn't related to jujutsu stuff. I'll handle it. It's my job. My responsibility. You guys, on the other hand, have to help me find Kenjaku and those other Special Grades."

"Well, if you do need help, just ask us. Okay, Momma?" Yuuji took your hand in his, swinging it in the air. You laughed at how cute his action was.

"Alright, alright."

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It was a Sunday afternoon, with you closing your shop early at a half-day, when Yuuji came into the doors of your shop, a certain pigtailed man nervously following behind him.

"Kaa-chaaaaaan!" He greeted you with a tight hug and planting a kiss on your cheek. Yuuji was surprisingly in a very cuddly ane loving mood today, making you grin.

"Hey, sweetie. What's got you so jolly this morning?"

"Well, I made amends with the brother of those Death Paintings Nobara and I eliminated," he shared. "He also told me I'm his brother! Well, half-brother, so he said. He wanted to see you again, too."

Your brows went up your forehead. When you looked behind him, a hyperaware Choso was following, silently looking around your small café-bakery.

That was fast.

You spoke to him only three days ago. But if he changed his mind, you'd welcome him wholeheartedly. He seemed a bit shyer and more apprehensive than when you last met him, though. At least he wasn't as aggressive and pissed like then.

"I... don't have a place to go to," Choso admitted, twiddling with his fingers and looking down.

Oh well, you could never turn down a stray soul in need—especially one as powerful and dangerous as he was; one that was grieving, too. You didn't have the heart to resist. Toji and Suguru would simply have to deal with another housemate, then. You'd have to magic another bedroom with a bathroom back at home, too.

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"Don't worry, we'll be the ones to buy the groceries and do all the errands, Y/N-san," Geto assured you, already holding the usual eco-bag you used whenever you went out. Toji and Choso were accompanying him, too. You'd cast a spell so that anyone who saw them—those that weren't in the circle that knew about your powers, at least—wouldn't recognize them at all. To the unsuspecting eye, they were plain citizens.

"You must rest," Choso mumbled, glancing at his other housemates for the past couple of weeks. It was still foreign to him, having a home that was so peaceful and loving all because of you (he was still trying to adjust to the real Geto's personality and that human with no cursed energy). He'd never had anyone serve him warm meals and give him such comfortable shelter.

Just like all the others you'd befriended, even if they knew you could fight for yourself, Choso had also grown attached to you. Protective, even, especially after knowing how much you loved Yuuji.

"And you've been looking for that runaway demon for days now, right? Everyone's gotta rest at one point, including you, granny," Toji crossed his muscular arms. "Don't go anywhere today and just close the shop. We'll take care of everything else."

"I've also told Satoru and Nanami to not come to the shop so you could rest at home," Suguru added, about to leave the shop.

October 31st was in five days. Unfortunately, you all still hadn't found Kenjaku and the Special Grades. You hadn't found that runaway demon with the Darkhold, too.

Or so you thought.

When they came back to the shop and the house later in the afternoon, carrying all the groceries and other stuff you made them buy, it was completely empty. You were nowhere to be found, too, except for one note left on the cashier area.

"I'll be back."

That was all you wrote. You didn't specify when.

(next chapter.)

Author's Note: Hehe? Cliffhanger? I wonder what happens in the Shibuya Incident of this fanfic... and where did you go? Who knows? Maybe you're already fighting some certain Special Grades... or a brain thing... or something else? Will you reveal your actual witchy self in the next chapter? What happens? I won't tell, of course. And finally, the 6 leading men of this fic are complete! See you in the next update! That is, if I survive my classes. 😉

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hey sweetheart, if it is possible could you do a aonung x reader smut? Aged up ofc and could the storyline be where he is pissed off and he justs fucks his anger out of the reader until they are crying and sobbing?

ps take your time love you <3

𓆩♡𓆪— ao'nung x fem reader

𓆩♡𓆪— synopsis: just ao'nung using you as his stress reliever

𓆩♡𓆪— warnings: 22 year old ao'nung, 19-20 year old reader, uhh rough smut, one instance of spit, one face slap + one ass slap, hair pulling, belly bulge, a little overstim.. idrk honestly

𓆩♡𓆪— hii, i'm gonna say this from now- this is not one of my best works, i'm pretty sick rn and just wanted to put something out for you guys, :')

𓆩♡𓆪— materlist

Okay so imagine Ao’nung who’s absolutely pissed off. Of course it has nothing to do with his sweet darling but you’re just the only way he can let out his pent up rage <3 

To say Ao’nung was angry was an understatement, he was fucking seething. His father did nothing but get on his damn nerves about training this and training that so ‘he’d be able to protect his village’. But quite frankly, the only thing he had to protect was you. And he was more than capable of doing so.

You could hear your boyfriend’s heavy breathing as he made his way towards you. His fists tightened and teeth clenched in an attempt to calm himself down. You knew what was coming, and your thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

Ao’nung’s actions were rough, his fist grabbing your hair roughly as he pulled you out of your sitting position, a soft whimper leaving your mouth when you were tossed onto his bed instead. “God, I’m so fucking sorry in advance baby, I’m about to destroy that tiny little pussy of yours,” he growled, crawling on top of you in an instant.

Ao’nung wasted no time in meeting your lips forcefully with his, his hand trailing down to give your boob a harsh squeeze before making its way to your already dripping cunt. You let out a small whimper when his thumb began rubbing your clit, two of his thick fingers already deep inside your wetness.

Your boyfriend was drilling his fingers into you at a speed that had you shaking. Your mouth hung open in silent screams as your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure. His free hand found its way around your neck, gripping it tightly as he forced your eyes to meet his blue ones. 

“Open.” 

His voice was rough and demanding, and it had you letting out a small moan as you opened your mouth. Your eyes making contact with a pair of sinister ones as he positioned his face over yours, letting a glob of his spit fall onto your awaiting tongue. The na’vi slapped your cheek lightly, tilting your head back in order for you to swallow before attacking your delicate neck with his lips, sucking and biting at your skin until it turned purple.

You were on the brink of tears, your orgasm nearing closer and closer as you mewled out soft 'please's'. Ao’nung scoffed, speeding up the pace of his fingers until your body thrashed uncontrollably, that familiar warmth burning your abdomen as you got ready to release. 

“Mmm, g-gonna cum-“ your cry was cut short by a whine when the na’vi male retreated his fingers from your greedy cunt, a smirk on his face as he watched your tears fall at the denial. “Sorry baby, but this isn't how i wanna break you right now,” Ao’nung’s hands were back onto your body in less than a second, tossing and turning you around until you were face down ass up on his bed, your back arching as your glistening pussy was exposed to him. 

The na’vi’s hand landed roughly on your ass, a whimper emitting from your throat when he thrust into you fully, his thick cock hitting deeper than it had ever before. You were trembling before he even started fucking you, your legs wobbly from just the feeling of his veiny cock against your gummy walls. 

Ao’nung began rutting into you at a merciless pace, your body being rocked forward with every snap of his hips. The na’vi pinned your hands at your back with his infinity larger ones. Your face buried into the sheets as your boyfriend abused your poor cunt. You were a mess, drool pooling beside your lips as you sobbed out his name, your brain empty and loud babbles echoing the small room. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good baby, so fucking tight,” he growled out, his pace speeding up impossibly faster until he had you screaming.

You could feel him so deep in your stomach, the outline of his cock bulging against your belly with each slam into you. You looked so cute underneath him, little cries and whimpers leaving your mouth as he let his anger out on your insides. He was hammering into you with full force, your head becoming fuzzy as you were fucked into oblivion. 

“Gotta start making you my stress reliever more often,” he grunted, his hand making its way to fist your hair instead, pulling you flush against his broad chest with your head falling back onto his shoulder. Tears running down your cheeks freely as your tongue lolled out in soft pants and cries. Ao’nung’s hips never slowed down their pace, your knees threatening to give way as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Fuck, I love your little cunt so much baby, it's practically swallowing me whole,” he rasped, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched down on him. You couldn’t think straight, strangled noises emitting from your throat and stars clouding your vision as your knees grew weak, your boyfriend’s groans filling your ears, making you feel even hotter than you did before.

“Gonna cum in you baby, gonna fill you with my babies so that my ass of a father can’t tell me shit about his village,” his lips brushing over your ear lobe as he spoke, his free hand rubbing little circles on your clit. “Go ahead, cum for me sweetheart,” he coaxed.

You came with a choked sob, your eyes seeing nothing but white as your body quivered. Squirting all over his cock and his sheets as you were fucked through your high. Your body shortly became limp in his hold, the na’vi lifting your legs mid air so that you were spread eagle against him. 

Ao’nung held you tight against his body, your legs in his hold as he continued his torture, grinding his hips up into yours and causing his cock to bulge against your stomach once more. Your eyes widened as you finally got to see it, the tip seemingly threatening to break past your skin with how rough he was being.

He was fucking into you with such ease, your wetness making it so much easier to rub against your g spot with his girth. It was too much, the feeling of pure ecstasy mixing with slight pain at the overstimulation. You were still a mewling mess, your dried up tears becoming moist again as more welled up in your eyes. "Come on sweetheart, you can take it, be a good girl and cum again, yeah?"

“‘S too much- fuck- gonna cum again,” you cried, feeling light headed as your body jerked, the force of your orgasm causing his cock to slip out of you momentarily.

“God you’re so fucking hot. Shit,” your boyfriend let out a low grunt with each word, burying himself inside you completely before letting his seed spill, pumping his cum straight into your stomach. You could feel and see your stomach swelling, but you were way too tired to care as you fell unconscious in his arms.

Ao’nung cursed, pulling out of you and watching his cum leave your fluttering cunt in small spurts. The na’vi sheepishly scratched his neck after lying you down on his bed softly, thinking to himself that maybe he was a tad bit too rough. He chuckled as you unknowingly reached up to him with grabby hands, taking it as his cue to lay next to you, your bodies still sweaty and cumfilled yet he didn’t seem to care.

Ao’nung placed a loving kiss on the side of your temple, raking his fingers through your hair soothingly. A smile on his face at the way you cuddled into him. “Such a good fucking girl f’me, took me so well,” he cooed, continuing to stroke your hair. You let out a soft hum, falling into a deep sleep as your boyfriend chuckled.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 !

➺ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: as a spoiled brat, you’ve always been one to get what you want—even things that don’t belong to you.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infedilty, age gap, dub con, possessiveness, somnophilia, daddy kink, breeding kink, begging, pussy job, riding, squirting, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, overstimulation

➺ WC: 3k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

The room is completely dark when you enter it. You can barely make out the familiar layout in the darkness, but that doesn’t stop you. With sly expertise, you navigate your way through the darkness until you find the large window at the opposite end of the room. You glance over at the bed for a moment before carefully opening the curtains and letting the moonlight into the room.

The moon is shining so brightly that it illuminates most of the room. Perfect. You look over your shoulder with a satisfied smirk. Your stepdad’s sleeping form looks ethereal in the moonlight. He’s shirtless, leaving his muscular form laid out for your greedy eyes to take in. The sheets are covering most of his lower half, but you can see his legs peeking through just a bit. You turn fully, licking your lips as you hope he’s decided to sleep naked. It wasn’t necessary, but it would help.

Like a preying feline, you inch toward the bed quietly until you’re standing at the edge. Seungcheol remains peacefully asleep, unaware that he’s been caught in your web of depraved desires. You bite your lip as excitement courses through your veins. Slowly and quietly, you slip out of your sleep shorts and your loose top. Only left in your tiny thong, you crawl on the large bed and carefully inch toward your sleeping stepfather.

You take a quick glance at his sleeping face before tossing the sheets off his body. To your luck, Seungcheol is completely naked. It’s hard to contain your excitement and lust when you see his dick. Your eyes glaze over and your mouth waters at the sight. His cock is thick and long, curving upward into his abdomen. It’s so big and pretty that you can’t hold back anymore. You crawl closer him and descend on his cock like a starved woman.

You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the bulbous tip. His musky taste has your pussy clenching around nothing. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you repeat the motions over and over until his cock starts to twitch and harden. Soon enough, his tip starts to leak with precum that you greedily lap up. You relish in the soft noises Seungcheol lets out as you circle your tongue around the leaking slit.

With a sly grin you pull back. Carefully, you slide off your underwear and toss it aside. You have a predatory smile on your face as you swing one leg over your stepdad’s strong body. A quiet moan tears from your throat when you sit down on his pulsing cock. You’re so wet that all your arousal drips onto his hardening cock. Biting your lip, you start to slide your slick cunt up and down his length. The delicious friction makes it impossible for you to contain your quiet moans.

Seungcheol’s hot cock feels too good against your pussy. Every ridge and vein dragging against your clit and slick lips is making you feel drunk with arousal. You watch with satisfaction as your stepdad’s thick eyebrows furrow. Low grunts tumble past his soft looking lips, and he looks so hot that you can’t believe you’ve waited so long to do this. If only your mom had gotten a promotion sooner. Now with her going on business trips more often, you would be able to have fun with her husband to your heart and pussy’s content.

You can feel just how much Seungcheol likes your lewd actions, and eventually you can’t handle any more foreplay. Lifting your hips up, you reach down and grab his cock. He’s so big that you can’t fully wrap your hand around him, and it just makes you all the more eager to have him inside you.

Somehow Seungcheol doesn’t wake up even when you tease his leaking tip against your creamy folds. You hiss quietly when the bulbous head goes past your folds. It’s painful at first, but you love every second of it. When you slide down on rest of his cock, you think you might cum from the stretch alone. You throw your head back, eyes rolling into your skull as you gasp out in pleasure.

No one has ever been so deep inside you. His cock is kissing your cervix, and it has your pussy clenching down on him so tightly that you think it might be a little hard to move. “Fuck.”

You lift your hips, and slowly ease yourself down again. Lustful whimpers and moans escape you as you slowly repeat your motions, feeling almost dizzy at the way his big cock is stretching you out. His dick feels so fucking good; hot and throbbing and aching to burst inside you.

“So fucking big.” You hiss, planting your hands on his torso. Tracing the ridge of his hard abs as you fuck yourself on his cock feels like absolute heaven, but you’re done indulging in your fantasy alone.

Throwing whatever scrap of inhibition you have left, you raise your lower body before roughly slamming your ass back down. The harsh movement makes you cry out in pleasure. You start to move eagerly, not holding back any of your movements. His cock hits deep inside you, stretching out your tight little hole with every bounce.

You can’t take your eyes off of Seungcheol’s face. Low groans slip out of his lips, and you can see his eyes twitching beneath his eyelids. You lick your lips and grin. He’s slowly starting to stir which makes you speed up your eager movements.

Seungcheol is slowly pulled out of his sleep by the feeling of immense pleasure. He feels the weight of someone on top of him and something hot and tight wrapped around his cock. Lewd squelching and lovely moans fill his ears as he slowly peels his eyes open. His vision is slightly blurry, but he can still make out the sight of a body that definitely doesn’t belong to his wife on top of him.

“What—?” His voice is groggy and comes out in a half-groan.

Seungcheol blinks slowly, suddenly very aware that his young stepdaughter is bouncing on his cock. The sight is so filthy and hot that his cock twitches and throbs inside you. It’s so wrong, but he’s too shocked to do anything. That, and he’s powerless to the way your tight cunt feels around him.

“Princess,” his voice is gruff, almost scolding in tone. “What are you doing?”

You moan and clench around him because even in this situation he still calls you by the pet name you love so much. Leaning back on your arms, you slow your bounces into gentle grinds to give Seungcheol a filthy show of your pussy being stretched open. You smirk when you see his eyes lock where you two are connected.

“Sorry, daddy.” You moan, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help myself—fuck. Your cock is just so big.”

Your bratty words really shouldn’t turn him on, but they do. It doesn’t help that you look so good while you use his cock like your own personal fucktoy. The way your pretty tits bounce is mesmerizing and the fucked out expression you’re wearing is enough to push him closer to his orgasm. Your moans are the filthiest he’s ever heard—so loud and impetuous. He feels sick for enjoying it all. The entire situation is so wrong, and yet he makes no move to get you off of him.

“Y/N.” He growls your name like you’ve imagined so many times.

You lean forward and grab his large hands. Slowly, you guide them up your body until they’re on your tits. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you, and you give him an impish smile as you make him squeeze.

“Yes, daddy?” You purr, slowing your movements to provide the most minimal friction.

A thrill runs down your spine when he lets out a grunt of disapproval. You can tell he’s still fighting himself on giving into his desires, so you clench down on him again as you increase your pace. Just like you thought, the lustful action ignites something in him. His hands squeeze your tits on their own this time, pinching and tugging on your hard nipples before they trail down your body.

Seungcheol sits up, any qualms about what was happening pushed out of his mind. He couldn’t think about his wife or the fact that he had enabled your behavior by always indulging your bratty desires. All he could think about was your sweet little cunt.

“God, baby.” He groans as his hands go to rest on your ass. “You’re such a needy girl. Couldn’t even ask me properly for my cock. You just had to come in here and take it like a greedy little brat.”

His big hands deliver a harsh slap to your ass which make you cry out and jolt forward. Seungcheol captures one of your tits in his mouth, tongue gliding over your taut nipple with an eagerness he’d been holding back until now.

“Daddy!” You mewl out, pussy clenching hard around his throbbing cock.

Seungcheol hisses around your nipple and kneads your ass. He slowly starts to fuck up into you as he sucks and nips at your sensitive bud. His senses are completely invaded by you—your taste, your scent, your touch. He can feel you get wetter as he wildly flicks his tongue around your nipple, rolling and sucking on it as if it’s an addicting candy.

Your arms wrap around your stepdad’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer to your chest as you slide up and down his thick cock. You toss your head back with a loud moan when his hands squeeze your ass as he starts to guide you up and down his dick. His leaking tip hits a spot that makes you see stars, and it pushes you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck!” You squeal. “I love riding your big cock, daddy!”

“Yeah?” He groans against your tit. Seungcheol’s wet mouth pops off your nipple, a string of saliva attached to his lips. His eyes are dark with arousal and need. “Love me stretching out your tight little pussy?”

“Yes, daddy, yes! Can’t get enough of your dick!”

Your juices are dripping down his heavy balls and make the sound of his skin slapping against yours entirely carnal. Every clap of his heavy balls on your ass jolts you and forces you to brace yourself on his strong chest. One of Seungcheol’s hand trails up your spine and cups the back of your head to pull you to his lips. His mouth devours yours in a lust-fuelled kiss.

Seungcheol swallows your squeal as him other hand moves between your legs. His thumb finds your puffy clot, rubbing practiced circles on the aching bud. You moan into each other’s mouths as your juices coat his unrelenting cock. All it takes is one particularly hard thrust for you to cum all over Seungcheol’s cock.

“Da-Daddy!” You cry out in ecstasy as your cream stains his throbbing cock.

Seungcheol moans along with you. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your hot cunt tightening impossibly around him. It almost feels like you’re suffocating his cock, and he loves every second of it. He licks his lips as he fucks up into you, stimulating you through your orgasm. The sight of you cumming is something he’ll never forget. A carnal desire consumes him, and in that moment he realizes he never wants to stop seeing it.

“Cum inside me, daddy.” You whimper in his ear.

You feel Seungcheol’s cock twitch and throb inside you. Immediately, you can tell the idea turns him on as much as it does you. As always, you’re determined to get what you want. “Want it so bad, daddy. Please.”

Seungcheol starts to fuck up into you roughly, groaning when he hears your needy pleas. It’s rare for you to say the word please, and to hear you moan it out so wantonly because you want his cum is driving him insane. As usual, he’s going to give you what you want. That doesn’t mean he won’t take full advantage of your desperation, though.

“Bratty little girl wants her pussy stuffed?” He coos against your collarbone. “You want daddy to fuck you full of cum?”

God, you’ve never wanted anything more. And at this point, you aren’t above begging for it.

“Yes!” You pant, thighs trembling as you move your hips to meet his rough thrusts. “Cum in my pussy, daddy! Fill me up like the nasty slut I am!”

Your words and your fucked out face are enough to push Seungcheol over the edge. He spills his hot cum into you with a loud moan of your name. Lewd squelching mix in with your cries of pleasure, the musky smell of sex permeating the air as your stepfather fucks his cum deep inside your battered cunt.

“Fuck, just look at you.” Seungcheol groans as he keeps slamming his cock against your cervix. “Milking daddy’s cock like the greedy little brat that you are.”

But he doesn’t stop there.

Seungcheol is insatiable, and now that he’s gotten a taste of your tight little pussy, he’s going to indulge himself to his cock’s desire.

One of his strong arms wraps around you. Suddenly you’re flipped on your back. You let out a choked moan as his hands spread you apart and his cock spears into you again. His hips start to snap relentlessly. Seungcheol has never looked hotter than he does now, literally fucking you into the bed he shares with your mother.

His thrusts are deliberate and rough, but he doesn’t stop or slow down. You’re crying out from the overstimulation, and it somehow makes him more ravenous. Seungcheol loves watching you tremble on his cock. You’re already so addicted to him fucking you that you don’t think to ask him to stop. In fact, you plead for more like the demanding little freak that you are.

Is it wrong that his chest swells with affection when you do?

Your arms wrap around his muscular back, yanking him down for a messy kiss. Seungcheol’s aching cock throbs against your velvety walls when you mewl out a needy daddy against his lips. He coos sweetly, lowering his body until his balls touch the filthiness between your thighs. Your stepdad’s big cock is slamming into you to the hilt, and you can practically feel him in your guts.

“Feels so fucking good, daddy.” You whine as he rams his cock into your sweet spot.

Your entire body tenses, and your cunt sucks him deeper, hungry for more despite there being no room left. Squelching noises bounce off the walls as he splits you open. Seungcheol fucks you harder and deeper as if he’s determined to rearrange your insides. He grabs your hips and pulls you to meet his rough thrusts before reaching down to collect your cream that’s formed a ring around his base.

Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk as he laps up the fluids he’s collected from his fingers. He groans at the taste, knowing he won’t let you leave this bed until he’s made you cum on his tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet when you’re full of me, princess.”

The sight is so nasty and erotic that the coil building in your stomach snaps. Your stepdad leans back, watching with aroused fascination as you squirt all over his cock and cover his lower abdomen in your release. Your whole body convulses as quiet mewls pour from your mouth. His thrusts have slowed into thorough grinds as sticky strings connect your most intimate parts.

“Fuck—Y/N!” Seungcheol groans as he pumps you with another hot load.

“Give me all your cum, daddy!” You cry out, hips moving on their own when you feel his seed spill into your welcoming cunt.

You allow him to move you as he pleases, dragging out your orgasm as it bleeds into another—you can barely breathe as he rubs your sore clit. Seungcheol fucks his cum into you, forcing you to take the previous loads and his fat cock. Your sweet cries of pleasure are music to his ears. He knows then that he can’t possibly let anyone hear the lovely little noises you make.

“This pretty little pussy belongs to me now.” Your stepfather’s possessive grunt has you clenching around his dick. “Gonna fuck you like this every day. Gonna fill this tight cunt with my cum until your belly is swollen with my baby.”

His cum keeps spurting along your sore walls, trying to find space as if there’s any left. You moan wantonly when you feel it seep out of you. Seungcheol moans along with you, loving the sight of his seed leaking down your ass and drip onto his heavy balls.

Seungcheol pulls back with a fucked out smile, sweat brimming at his hairline. His chest fills with pride at your dazed expression. Slowly, he keeps fucking his cum into you, desperate to knock you up how he promised. Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your cum-filled thoughts. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt so good.

Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your hole from the inside out. Seungcheol doesn’t hide his lascivious smirk. The sight just might be his favorite thing—next to that dumb expression you have on your face of course. It only makes him want to do it all over again. Each grind sends little shocks throughout your body. Seungcheol groans gutturally when you lazily start to meet his thrusts.

“My bratty little princess.” Seungcheol coos adoringly as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek. “You’re sleeping with daddy tonight.”

The triumphant little smirk you give him is enough indication to let Seungcheol know that once again he’s fallen into his pretty little freak’s selfish trap.

LOCKER ROOM !

PAIRINGS : Varsity basketball player! Rindou x fem! reader.

CONTENT : 18+ mdni. exhibition. jealous rindou. established relationship. oral (reader receiving + giving). handjob. slight hair pulling. cum swallowing. brief nipple play. no aftercare. nickname (princess).

WC : 1.3k

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

Varsity basketball player Rindou who can’t help but drag you into the men’s locker room, just before his match. He can’t help it — you just look so fucking cute wearing his jersey, which is a little too big on you. Clad in his jersey on top and skimpy shorts underneath, everyone has their eyes on you.

He loves it, loves that you wore it out there, for everyone to see and know who you belong to and he’s going to make sure everyone does. It pisses him off how others, especially the guys on the other team, ogle at you ; eyeing you, his pretty girl up and down, so intently. Having had enough, he drags you into the empty locker room and shuts the door, a little too hard. Immediately he has his hands all over you, groping every part of your body.

Usually he’d pull off your shirt first, to play with your pretty tits. But not today, because right now his oversized jersey which you’re wearing is driving him nuts. Slipping his hands under the t–shirt, he caresses your waist, then your tummy, moving his impatient hands further up and up until they reach your tits. Cupping them, twisting and pinching your nipples. It already has arousal pooling in your shorts, you’re whimpering and softly moaning his name.

“So pretty f’me.. only for me, right?” he lowly whispers in your ear, face buried in the croon of your neck. “Mhm only fo’ you...”— he lazily grins at your words, “And you’re mine, right princess?” you reply a little too quick, in a high pitched voice “All yours baby, only yours!” Your eager response plus your hand tracing down, from the tattoo on his chest to his completely hard clothed dick. Rubbing and stroking it, applying slight pressure on his tip. Groaning he completely pulls out his hands from under your shirt and brings them to your ass.

Large hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are immediately on your glossy ones. The kiss is rough and messy, it has you all hot and bothered. Tounges rolling against each other, clashing of teeth and your hands find their to the base of his hair, threading your fingers through them. Pulling away after a few minutes, breathless.

He immediately has his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Looking at your dazed out expression and hooded eyes showing just how needy you’re for him. The red marks adorning your neck are enough to have him more riled up. Smirking when he is confident that everyone could see the marks when you go out there.

Nimble fingers finding their way to your clothed clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to have you all dizzy. Satisfied he sets you down on a bench peeling off your shorts, watching a string of your arousal connecting your shorts breaking off while he pulls them down on your ankle. “Already so wet for me, hm? And no panties... how naughty.” It has you so embarrassed, blood rushing to your cheeks ; you look away when you hear him chuckling.

He gets down, his face between your legs and his firm hands prevent your thighs from closing. Kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your cunt at an annoyingly slow place. Looking up to you, he meets your glossy eyes, his vision moving down to your marked neck and then his jersey which was flipped up halfway. You looked so irresistible, the desperate look on your face plus grinding your hips forward greedily to finally have his lips on your cunt, he couldn’t hold it back now. Hooking you legs onto his shoulder, he encourages you to wrap your thighs around his face.

Spitting on your cunt and watching the glob run down, he dives in quickly. Sucking your clit, lapping and licking your folds harshly, it has you crying out loud in pleasure. Flicking against your clit and nibbling it when you tug his hair. You taste so heavenly and your pretty moans, he just can’t get enough of you. You know you’re being too loud and anyone who walks by could hear you but you couldn’t care less, not when he was eating you out like you are his favourite meal, which you actually are!

His skilled tongue swiping up and down your slit and then in your gaping hole. The immense pleasure and the thrill of possibility of getting caught any moment has you cumming within a few minutes. Hooded eyes rolled back, legs shaking and back arching, he knows just how to turn you into a mess. Exhaling heavily you look down at him through your blurred vision, his hair is disheveled, lips and chin glossed from your juices and he’s licking his lips to not miss out on a single drop, smirking up to you, “C’mon princess s’your turn now, get on your knees now.” He’s getting up and sitting on the bench while you get down on your knees for him, desperately trying to pull down his shorts to suck him off.

Met with his long, heavy dick, swollen tip leaking with precum. He could quite literally see hearts in your wide blown pupils. Parting your lips and licking them in anticipation, you quickly get ahold of his shaft. Landing a glob of spit on his dick and wrapping your dainty manicured hand around his dick, stroking it slowly, thumb swiping across his slit. Fingers running over his prominent veins, giggling when it twiches in your hand. His jaw’s clenched, brows furrowed and patience running thin. Every passing second he’s not inside your pretty mouth, feels like torture.

Soon enough, you start pressing kisses up his length, and suddenly he grabs your hair, guiding you to take him in “Now princess, don’t keep me waiting, i got a match— ah” He groans, throwing his head back and biting down his lips to stiffle his groans when you take him in completely. Flattening your tongue against his dick and running it along his prominent vein. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around his tip, making him feel so fucking good. He grabs your hair in a fist and tugs on them to quicken your pace. Harshly thrusting his hips against your mouth, his tip hits the back of your throat and he’s groaning out loud, shamelessly. “So good princess, you’re doin’ so good f’me. Yeah, ah, just like that. M’so close.” Deepthroating him and fondling with his balls sends him over the edge, shooting hot and thick spurts of cum down your throat.

Opening his eyes and looking down at you, a few seconds after calming down from his high, he intently watches you swallowing his cum like a champ. Opening your mouth enough to show him how you didn’t miss a single drop. Tongue sticking out, with a lazy smile and hazy eyes looking up at him. He swears he just fell in love with you for the nth time. Bringing his hands to stroke your face and tell you how good you’re for him and how lucky he is to have you — when suddenly the door’s banging. Quickly getting up, you’re pouting and you can see him frowning, wanting to have this moment with you. Nonetheless, you both get dressed, knowing just how important this match is for him.

Rushing out to the court, he gives you quick kiss on forehead, possessively holding your waist all the way from locker room. Lazingly smirking, knowing that everyone could see the pretty marks on your neck and what you both just did. Just before he leaves, you whisper a small “g’luck rin...” in a shy yet teasing manner, your manicured hands trailing from his biceps down his chest, till they reach the band of his shorts. Slyly smiling and winking at him, when your eyes meet. Quickly running to the seats when you hear his teammates calling for him, knowing well — now that you have teased him, he’ll make sure you pay for it after the match ends.

The anticipation of what’s to come, has your thighs pressed together the whole match, thinking about what will happen later. And him looking straight at you, when he scores points for his team just fuels it. You already know it, you’re in for a ride today!