Then... Tengen And Cnc?

Uzui Tengen X F!Reader

Y/N and the original trio of wives have a massive surprise for their Lord, Tengen. After months of being away on a mission, today is the day to reveal something very special to him! F!Reader (use of she/her pronouns).

Content Warnings: pregnancy, implied future smut, and polyamory.

Hurried footsteps echo through the halls as Suma ran about, grinning ear to ear. As she practically slammed the sliding door open, she came to a shrieking halt. You were the exact person she was looking for.

"Hina! Y/N-chan!! Lord Tengen is home!!"

Upon hearing the news, you smile back to Hina, who had sat across from you. As you try to get up, she hurriedly comes to your side. Wrapping an arm around your swollen waist and belly, she was quick to hoist you up.

"Excellent news, Suma. Hurry and get Makio prepared to welcome him properly," Hina softly commanded, making Suma scurry off in excitement. You fidget in place, Hina being quick to notice.

" I-It's been months since he's been home..." You confess this softly, your brow knitting together," He hasn't... seen me like this yet."

Hina offers you a pat on your side, chuckling," While it will be quite a surprise, I'm sure he will be thrilled, Y/N-chan." Hina's soft demeanor never fails to comfort you, as you nod," O-Of course... I'm just cant help but be nervous!"

Hina places a chaste kiss to your forehead, the kind gesture making you sigh," Breathe, Y/N. You have nothing to fear."

As the two of you make your way through the main hall, you hear Suma and Maki scrambling noisily. They were hastily shouting back and forth as you heard several things clutter and fall to the ground.

"Be careful, you two!!," Hina warns," We don't want Y/N to get hurt in this ruckus!"

Makio dashes into the hall, swiping the sweat off of her forehead," We're doing our best here!!," she barked, though the wide grin on her face revealed her excitement.

"Everything's ready!!!" She adds while Suma stumbles into the hall to meet with you all.

Tengen's three original wives look to you, sending you smiles of encouragement and absolutely glee.

"Hurry, hurry Hina!! Y/N needs to hide!!," Suma squeals, coming up to your other side to help you along. You laugh, both of your arms draped over your wives shoulders.

"You guys! I can handle myself, don't worry about me!" You quip, unable to keep yourself from laughing. The two at your side shake their heads sternly, smiling all the while.

"Ever since last week, you've been struggling to even walk!! So let us help you through this, baka!" Makio cuts in, as she hurriedly fluffs the pillows in the bedroom.

Their goal was to get you to hide there, in the room that was set for the Baby Reveal. Though you would never be able to tell what the baby would be like, you could only imagine the beauty your baby would be. Boy, girl, or otherwise... it honestly didn't matter! The household was just as eager to welcome a new life!

As you finally got situated at the foot of the bed, you reach over and caress Suma and Hina's cheeks, before placing a kiss on Makio's.

"I guess I can't argue with you three. Thank you for taking such good care of me~" you coo, making your wives sigh in unison.

"Any time, darling," Hina cooed back, before kissing your forehead," We'll be right back. But are you ready for Lord Tengen, Y/N-chan?"

You flush brightly as you hear a familiar voice cry out," I'm home!!"

You nod in confirmation, beaming up at the three women before you," Ready as I'll ever be!"

Your wives make haste, hurrying to greet Tengen. Though you could hear the commotion in the distance, your thoughts were a major distraction.

Your eyes flickered to the decor... the low lighting, the sentimental flowers, and the lanterns hanging in all four corners of the room... the colors were warm and inviting, but still flashy enough that Uzui would approve. You looked to the doorway in front of you, your hand ghosting over your swollen stomach.

Never had you thought that you would become a mother. After becoming a demon slayer, you were confronted with thoughts of intense and sudden ends of life... and quite a few times, your life had been on the line.

But since meeting Tengen and the others, your outlook on life had greatly changed. You were excited to experience life in many ways, on top of living each day fully and earnestly.

But here you were, with a swollen belly and a full heart... you were blessed with something that the three other wives hadn't gotten... at least, not yet.

You were anxious to see Tengen as a father, though negative thoughts were quick to leave your mind. Between his gentle mannerisms and kind words shared with you all, you knew that your child would have the greatest parents ever. And five total, to boot!

"Laaaadies... I'm growing impatient! Is Y/N out and about again?," you hear Tengen scold, earning a giggle from the others.

"Noooo~" Suma sang," In fact, she's been expecting you, too!" Makio follows up. Your breath hitches as you hear their footsteps approach the bedroom door.

"Hah? Then what's the need for the blindfold? Honestly, if this is another one of her pranks, I swear--"

"No no, Lord Tengen! Pl-Please keep it on!!" Hina commands gently," We've all been working so hard on your surprise!"

This seems to amuse Tegen, as his hearty laugh fills your senses," Fine, fine! I suppose I could use a little flashiness right now! Even if Y/N is up to trouble again!" He quips back. You pout as you hear his steps come to a halt. Based on his sigh, you figure that he gave in to the trio's demands.

The three ladies in the hall nod to each other, before opening the door to your shared bedroom. You subconsciously tense up as you see Tengen stumble inside, his foot catching on the doorframe.

"Agh-- Suma, watch it!," Makio gripes, making the other woman whine," I-Im sorry, I'm guiding as best as I caaaaan!!" Hina can only chuckle as Tengen rolls his eyes. What was he gonna do with the four of you?

You feel your heart thumping in your throat, your cheeks a bright red as you see Tengen inch closer. He grins," I can hear your, Y/N~" he teases. Though he is unable to see you, he could sense you twitching from his words.

"Can I take this off now??" Tengen asks impatiently, before his hands are guided towards you. Suma and Makio gently place both hands on your tummy, as Hina comes up from behind Uzui and smiles.

"Yes, Lord Tengen. You may."

"Open your eyes!!," Maki and Suma say in unison.

Tengen seems confused, as he doesn't recognize the firmness of this skin. Surely, the warmth came from you, but he had no idea what he was touching. Your thighs? Your shoulders? Something certainly felt off...

He removes the blindfold quickly with one hand, before his eyes land on yours. You smile up at him nervously.

"L... Lord Tengen... Welcome home, darling..." you say sheepishly, almost quiet enough to where he couldnt hear you. His eyes flicker down to his other hand, before his breath catches in his throat.

He stares for a few moments, seemingly with no reaction. This, of course, makes the four of you stir anxiously. Tengen was known for strong emotions and outbursts, but for the first time in a LONG time... he's speechless.

Uzui quickly falls to his knees, though due to his height, he was almost at eye level with you.

"This... this is..."

His other hand comes towards your stomach quickly, making you flinch. He flinches as well, realizing quickly that he was getting too brash. He gently caresses the other side of your stomach, his maroon eyes flicking between the four of his wives.

"How... how long have you know?" Tengen asks softly, his gaze finally landing on Hina. Tears are welling up in her eyes, as she smiles warmly at him.

"Sh-Shortly after you left... but... we wanted you to experience this in person. A letter couldn't compare to this moment," Hina admits, coming to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder. Makio and Suma are quick to follow, both of them placing a hand on either of Uzui's.

"It was hard not to say anything," Makio adds," ...but we took great care of Y/N while you were away, Lord Tengen."

Uzui's gaze falls back to your swollen abdomen, his hands gently moving around, exploring your tummy's new form.

Again, he is overcome with silence, his head dipping for a moment. You feel something warm fall onto your stomach, gasping as you see Tengen's shoulders tremble.

"I-I'm so sorry... I wasn't here for you like I should have been." Choking on his words, more tears followed as Makio, Suma, and Hina embrace Tengen. You were surprised to see such a reaction from him.

"N-No! My Lord, please, it's okay!!!" You hurriedly reply, cupping Tengen's face," You were doing everything you should have and needed to, as a Demon Slayer... and as our husband. We're safe-- I-I'm safe, because of your efforts."

Your three wives smile and weep as they kiss Tengen's cheeks and shoulders, trying to comfort him. Though they too felt sorry for the overwhelmed Uzui.

"You came back. And it still feels like you've never left my side. That's all that matters," you finish, placing a hand on top of one of Uzui's strong, calloused hands.

For a few moments, the room grows quiet as the five of you sniffle and hiccup, still overcome with relieved tears.

But Tengen is quick to smile, his forehead gently bumping into yours as his arms overtake all four of his wives. When he raises his head again, he is beaming with pride and joy. His eyes are puffy and red with fresh, hot tears.

"I'm going to be a father..." he practically chokes out, grinning ear to ear," And the four of you will all be fantastic, flashy mothers!!!"

The five of you embrace each over, though gently as to not hurt you or the baby. As all of your collective tears and praises intermingle into a symphony, you feel something strange.

Your stomach lurches suddenly, making you grunt in surprise. The five of you freeze, before Tengen looks to your stomach. Hina and the other wives gasp, as all 3 of them grabbing at Tengen's wrists. They hastily shove Tengen's hands towards your tummy, pressing gently.

"There!! There, just now! Y/N did you feel-- A KICK?!?" Suma practically shrieks, followed by an excited squeal from Makio.

"This couldn't be better timing!!!," she exclaims," This is the first time, right, Y/N?!"

You instinctively place a hand over your stomach, wincing," I-I don't know what that was... m-maybe it was a kick? The wind was just... knocked out of me all of the sudden--!!"

As you say this, Tengen moves the others aside, placing his right ear to your stomach and listening intently. You fluster rapidly, gasping out Tengen's name as you're practically knocked over from the movement.

Your three wives excitedly come right back up, eager to watch the moment from behind Tengen's broad frame.

"... I hear it... the heartbeat!" Tengen claims softly, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across his lips. " A strong one, too! That's to be expected of my child!" He coos, grinning boastfully.

As he speaks, you feel the breath getting knocked out from you again. You yelp as your stomach moves once more. This time, Tengen feels this lurch, and inhales sharply.

"Th-There!! Just now!! It was a kick!!!" He exclaims. Hina, Suma, and Makio practically shriek with excitement, hugging each other as Tengen continues to weep.

You can't help but laugh, a hand coming to Uzui's hair to stroke it," So it is!!!" you happily sing back to him, beaming with glee. "I'm pretty far along, so I guess that shouldn't be a surprise!!"

Before long, Tengen is mere inches from your lips, caressing your face as if you were fine porcelain. For a moment, his gentle expression is replaced with a firm acknowledgement.

" Y/N. It is an honor to be your husband, and I promise to continue to take care of the four of you... and our child." Uzui says tenderly. Uzui's hand comes up to brush your hair away from your face as your cheeks are peppered with kisses. You giggle at the stimulation as you feel the bed shift behind you.

Suma and the other wives have surrounded you, coming up to caress and embrace you as well.

"I gratefully except your praise and protection... a-as well as your child, Lord Tengen."

You feel Tengen's face heat up at your statement, before it's replaced with a prideful smirk," Careful, or I may bless you with more of my brood tonight~"

Your face soon mimics the shade on Tengen's, as Suma whines," But!! BUT!!! I want Lord Tengen's babies, too!!"

" Y-Yeah, don't leave us out, Lord Tengen!!" Makio gripes, clinging to his right arm. Hina chuckles, kissing both Suma and Makio.

"In due time, Makio, Suma... one child can already be a handful... and we already have two here!" Tengen and Hina share a laugh as Makio and Suma complain, and you are quick to laugh with the former duo.

But in the very next moment, you feel yourself being pushed onto your back, your head falling into Makio's lap. You squirm feverishly as you see one of Tengen's hands planting itself beside your head, while the other caresses your stomach.

"Ladies, ladies... the four of you will all bear my child... but Hina is right. For our safety and the child's, we can only afford to have one of us out of commission at a time," Tengen softly warns, making the four of you begrudgingly agree.

"However... I look forward to the four of you ALL being plump with my children. But until then... I do believe that Y/N is overdue for some relief. Who knows the burden my child has placed on your knees and feet..." Tengen lazily kisses your lips, still grinning as the trio of wives chuckle lowly

" My, that weight straining your back... your chest..."

Tengen's hand leaves your stomach to trace down your thigh, before gently sliding back up and under your robes. You stammer, unable to form a coherent sentence as Tengen kisses you again, briefly.

"Suma, Makio, Hina... care to help your Lord take care of your wife?"

You hear a cacophony of giggles and jeers as your four spouses come to surround you, grinning mischievously. Your lip quivers as you try not to look away, a jittery, hot surge of anticipation flaring up in your nether regions.

"N-Now?? Right now, you mean??" You question feverishly, before Hina and Suma bless your cheeks and collar bone with kisses.

Tengen grins as a hand snakes up your inner thigh, making your heart race in excitement.

"There's no better time than the present, right?" Hina leans over to kiss Tengen before he starts a sloppy kiss trail towards your core.

"Besides...," Hina adds dreamily," We wanted to surprise you, too~"

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A/N: Thank you for the read! I have unfortunately gone through SUCH a hiatus, but I found my writing flame awakened because of this damn hashira and his wives!

I'm relatively rusty at fanfics, so go easy on me! And let me know if you'd like a STEAMY part 2! ;)

behind the bars

→ pairing: cellmate!sukuna x fem!reader x prison officer!toji

→ warnings: heavy breeding, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, age gap, threesome, enemies with benefits, slight fingering, spitting, two cocks in one hole, slight dubcon, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, pussy slapping, cum play, public sex (?), hatefucking if you squint, slight degradation, rough sex, size kink, cervix fucking, cum eating (?), mentions of rape, sukuna is a murderer so,,, double penetration, manhandling, name calling, mentions of cheating, just pure smut

→ wordcount: 4.2k

→ synopsis: whose stupid idea was it to put two horny fuckers in one cell

"You're such a fucking filthy whore aren't you, little one?" his deep voice rumbles, as he grips your jaw in his hand, forcing your mouth to stay open. You squirm in his grasp as he spits into your mouth; the saliva hitting your tongue. "Fuck you" you let out in a chocked cry once you've swallowed, "Right back at ya' " he groans and roughly pulls you up by your hair, smashing his lips onto yours for another burning kiss. Your lips hungrily chased his as Sukuna pulls away and manhandles you onto your knees.

"Let me see these tits" he demands as he tucks up your black tank top from your body. You comply, raising your arms up to allow him to pull it off. A sinister smirk curling at his lips upon seeing you not wearing a bra, his eyes traveling from your collar bone down to your chest, delicate in the semi-darkness. He throws your top on the floor and cups your breasts.

"Fuck," he breathes as his thumbs rub across your nipples. You shiver from the cold air and the heat of his thumbs. "I jerked off thinking about these tits" he lowers himself to lick at a nipple and you’re whining for more. "Thought about pushing them together and fucking them like a pussy." He bites down on your nub, causing you to squeal and jump. He soothes the flesh with a suck from his lips and leisurely circling of his tongue. "Yeah you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he smirks, his ruby eyes boring into yours. "My little slut, hm? wants a killer to fuck her pretty tits." he coos, his words making your cunt ache.

You're trembling under his touch, pussy dripping wet, craving for more attention. Sukuna hums around your nipple before possessively switching to the other. Furrowing his eyebrows in light annoyance when he feels your hips squirm, desperate for friction where you need it most, kissing his teeth when he felt your knees slightly brush against his clothed dick. "Fuck, I hate you. You and your over exaggerated man ego." you hiss, fingers lightly scratching at the nape of his neck. You can feel it when Sukuna smirks against your skin, as he pulls your tits off with a pop, slowly raising his head just enough to whisper against the shell of your ear, "A little bold today, aren't you, brat?" he grins delightfully, his hot breath fans across your neck. "Makes me wonder where that confidence was last night."

Your clit twitched pathetically at his words, brief pictures of your quivering thighs clamped around Sukuna's hips as he nailed you hard and fast against the dirty prison bathroom wall, murmuring heated insults against each other's lips until you'd reached both of your highs.

You wish you could say it had been the first time, but it was far from it. You could've walked away had it not been for the smirk a few months ago. That little rise in the corner of his mouth as his dark eyes met your apathetic ones, picking at the bland food that was served the prisoners. That should've been your first warning. The second warning came right after dinner, when Sukuna traveled along behind you as your unit made their way back to their cells. His piercing gaze locked on how your hips beautifully swayed as you walked. His hand sneakily moving forward, shamelessly capturing your ass in his palm, giving it a firm squeeze. You remember prisoner 073, Sukuna's former cellmate asking you: "First time?" a knowing smirk masking his face. "Good luck falling asleep, that fucker won't keep it down for shit, sweetheart." Before you were given the opportunity to reply you got shoved into your cell, Sukuna joining right after. The sound of a belt unbuckling and a low groan meeting your ears as soon as the door shut closed. You couldn't help the way your pussy ached at the slick sounds coming from below you every night, the thought of him jerking his cock right under your bed making your pussy twitch uncomfortably, your fingers visibly fidgeting inside your panties.

It took only a short amount of time for you to come down towards Sukuna's sleeping figure, your aching cunt silently hovering above his lap, a raucous moan escaping your lips once you were seated on the outline of his fat cock. It's not lost on you when you felt his hand digging into the flesh of your ass, the feeling oh so familiar. His hand pushed your hips further down his clothed shaft, desperately grinding your bodies against one another. "This is a one time thing, got it?" you assert, humming against his swollen red lips, as Sukuna let out a huff, "We'll see 'bout that, brat."

Afterwards you'd move your wet panties back into place, pulling your pants up and crawl up your bed without another word. You tease each other, you fight, you fuck and then go on with your day as if nothing has happened. There was no need to pretend this thing between you is anything other than venting your frustrations.

You let out a gasp when you felt his hand slide down to grip your aching cunt. "Mmm, does my baby want some attention down here?" he murmured, and you shuddered at the feeling of his palm against your core. "P-Please.." you beg, making him raise an eyebrow, a malicious smirk forming on his lips. His dark gaze watched your breath hitch in your throat as he starts to rub his fingers against your inner thighs, drifting impossibly close to your cunt "Do you think you deserve it, doll? After being so mean to me earlier?"

"I'm sorry-" you gasp as you felt his finger hover above your pussy, "I didn't mean-" his finger dips and taps at your clit, feather light. "Want me to make an exception for you, hm?" you nod, letting out a drawn out moan as he harshly thrust two fingers into your swollen cunt, pulling out right after.

You almost let out a scream so loud, you were sure the other prisoners would've heard if it wasn't for Sukuna hastily shoving two fingers with his free hand into your mouth. "Oi, are you stupid? Want us to get caught and get separated, huh?" You shook your head, no. "You sure? Then what's this, sweetheart?" he inserted his thick fingers into you once more, feeling your pussy twitch under his grasp. "Want us to get caught, hm?" Sukuna hums, his long fingers thrusting into you. "Want these other fuckers to see your pathetic face when you choke around my cock, yeah? the way your cute little cunny squeezes a murderer's dick so good and so fucking tight, right? Yeah, you'd like that" a dark chuckle left his lips as he pulls out and delivers a harsh slap to your clit. You let out a muffled yelp, your walls clenching at the idea.

He then pressed your head onto the ground, your cheeks squished beneath the cold floor and his palm, as he positioned your body to lay flat on your stomach. As much as he liked the thought of having you go over the edge around his fingers, he liked having you cream on his dick a lot more.

Sukuna kneeled down, his bulge directly facing your aching cunt. pulling his throbbing cock free from the confines of his jeans. "Gonna ruin this cute little pussy" he grunts, a moan subconsciously spilling from your lips as the head of his cock rubs against your clit. He hisses at the wetness, loving the way it slicks up his dick with ease, his pre-cum sliding all over your pussy. You feel him hover above you, his naked chest pressing down on your back, effectively pinning you against the ground. His hips grind down against your ass, cock sliding between your cheeks smoothly before he pushes his dick into your tight heat in one go. The two of you cried out in unison at the feeling, him stretching you deliciously and the hot tightness of your walls enclosing around him. You were wet enough for him to easily sink in completely.

"Hey, look at that, I'm all in!" He chuckles, pulling back before quickly pushing back in, "It wasn't this easy before, hm?" The sound of his big breeder balls hitting your ass fills the room as you can hear the wetness of your cunt around him. "Fuck," he groans. "You're still so ridiculously tight" Gradually, Sukuna's thrusts slow to a gentle grind. His lips spread into a slow, devilish grin as he peers down at you, and you mewl softly at the hard twitch his cock gives where it’s cradled within your walls. "Gonna never make you want another cock inside you except mine." You knew, he didn't have to tell you. You'll most likely never want another man near you except him.

Despite all the crimes he has committed, you still let him fuck you stupid. His unforgivable actions being a slight reason why you got arrested in the first place. The rest was you to blame. Sukuna is without a doubt a powerful man with connections all around the globe, on a chessboard full of pawns, Ryoumen Sukuna plays the King every time. The police was truly beyond foolish for thinking that they've managed to finally trap him under the palm of their hands. To arrest him with such ease and so little trouble without assuming that he'd have a bunch of spies who work for him and can get him the fuck out. Their uniforms resembling those of the police officers working here. He was well aware of the fact that he could've escaped a long time ago and perhaps he decided against it because of you. The moment your tight walls wrapped around his fat cock and the way you barely even made it fit lit a light inside him that made him consider staying a little longer.

He has tortured people, fucked, raped, impregnated and murdered them. So why were you letting yourself get lost in the pure bliss of his huge cock penetrating you. Why was your cunt throbbing at the thought of him having so much control of everything, including you.

"You're missing a few up there, doll" He hissed, your warm pussy clamping around his pulsing cock. "For letting me fuck you like this" He pulls out until his leaking tip was the only bit remaining inside before he harshly shoved his cock back in, watching the way your ass cheeks jiggle over the impact. "Hey-, d-don't do this" you gasp, feeling your release building, already so close from his incessant edging. "Oh? You want me to do it again? With pleasure, princess" "Wa-Wait, wait-" He pinned his hands above your own, pounding into you as a croaked whimper spilled from your lips, heaving Sukuna's name, your harsh gasps signaling your upcoming climax.

His free hand slips down in between your lower stomach and the ground, lifting your lower body up a bit, the change in angle has him fucking against your g-spot even harsher. With his hand firmly pressed against the bulge of your tummy, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out with ease becomes hard to miss. He's losing control, fucking into you at a pace you’re sure isn’t human.

"Wanna stuff you full of my cum" He wants you and only you. "Gonna breed this cute, tiny pussy. Hm? How does that sound, having you all nice and round for me." The idea is as orgasmic as his cock itself. The tightness in your core builds and builds, leaning on the edge of euphoria. "We'll leave this place, with my baby inside you." It feels intoxicating almost, feeling him thrust inside you and murmur such filth to you. You felt like you couldn't move, nor form a proper sentence, even if you tried. "Y-Yes, want you to put a baby in me," you moaned, his cock having your brain short-circuited in the best way possible. "Let it all out inside me" Sukuna smirks against your skin, lavishing the nape of your neck and your shoulders with kisses and little bites. "Sure thing" He continued his brutal pace, pounding into you even faster and harder. It felt like you were losing your mind, losing yourself on his cock. You were soaking his member, gushing and dripping down your thighs. The ring of cum that was forming around his dick becoming more and more visible with each thrust.

"Cum for me, doll. Make me a baby daddy" His possessive tone is the last thing you hear before the waves of orgasm pound over you. Your cunt clenches and flutters hard around his dick, as he’s moaning your name. You feel how tight you are, his cock stilling inside you as he reaches his own high, hot ropes of cum coating your walls.

"Fuck" Sukuna sighs, shallowly thrusting into your cunt, slowly riding out both of your highs, his softening cock remaining inside you.

"Are you two love-birds done?" Both of your heads snapped up upon recognizing the guard's voice behind the closed cell door. "Or are you still going at it like fucking rabbits in heat" The guard chuckled devilishly, to which you felt Sukuna's figure stiffen slightly, before sliding out of you with one hand on your asscheek to keep you spread open, murmuring quiet praise as your entrance clenches pathetically around nothing.

"Piss off, Toji" Sukuna slurs, as he sat up and tucked his dick back inside his pants, running his fingers through his hair. Confused, you propped your arms on your elbow, slightly turning towards a pissed looking Sukuna. "Yeah, that ain't gonna happen, bud" Your ears picked up a sound of a key jingling. "Have you already forgotten? You still owe me one, big time." Toji continued, "Haven't even heard a 'thanks' for preventing the judges to give you an additional 10 year special sentence back in court" Sukuna sighed and closed his eyes shut, his hand sliding down his face, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. "Not that it mattered, anyway" he muttered to himself, his hand slumping down into the pockets of his jeans, facing the metal door. "Yes I know, I'll transfer the cash to you in a bit. It'll need no longer than three days, so calm your fucking balls" Sukuna waved him off, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he took in how the lock on the door rotated, the sound of a heavy door opening following, revealing a smirking Toji.

"Though luck buddy, cause I ain't waiting that long," he gazed down at your naked figure, licking the scar on his lips when he witnessed how your body shivered, your nipples perking up as soon as the cold wind hit your skin. "I want it now" He demanded, closing the door behind him. Sukuna darkens, looming over him. "Cut the bullshit. You don't get to decide that. Remember who you're working for." Toji let a dark chuckle escape his lips. "I don't think you understand. I don't want money," your half-lidded eyes met his "I want her." Sukuna was quick to protest, but Toji interrupted to briefly explain. "Not forever, jeez. Just for the time being. Was kinda hoping she'll fuck some stress off of me" His hands came up, fidgeting on his belt. "Just one fuck" Sukuna stated, making your eyes widen as you sat up. "Just one fuck" Toji repeated assurely, kneeling on his knees, Sukuna following suit. Two dark eyes peering down at you like a hunter watching it's prey.

"Fuck, you have some nice tits" Toji groaned, as his rough hand cupped your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in his palms, making you whine. His hand glided down your tummy and even further to your pussy that was drenched full of Sukuna's cum. You inhale deeply when you felt his thumb harshly rub against your clit, pushing some leaking cum back into your throbbing hole.

You then felt both of Sukuna's hands cup your tits, as he pushed your back onto his chest, giving Toji an even better view of your aching cunt. "What a cute little pussy" He uttered softly, your head falling back onto Sukuna's chest as you felt Toji's breath fan over your heat before his tongue was suddenly wiping up the length of your slit, collecting all your juices in his mouth. "Tastes sweet too" he then suddenly spits, observing as his saliva slides down your clit, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Seeing something like this really gets your boner raging, ya' know" Toji sat back up unbuckling his belt and lowered his boxers just enough for his ridiculously thick cock to spring free, one of his hands coming down to stroke his dick.

You clutched at Sukuna's hand that was busy messaging your tits, needing something to hold onto. Toji dived back into your cunt, his eyes were closed, moaning into your heat as he ate you out like you were his first meal in days. "Officer Fushiguro, c-can I.. can I suck you off?" You asked suddenly, causing him to halt in his movements gazing up at you through messy bangs and dark eyes.

"No" He growled, going back on sucking your clit. "Why?" You panted, arching your hips more into his invading tongue as he began to lap at your hole. "Cause we ain't got enough time, baby. Gotta fuck you before my shift ends" He pulled away with a groan, hand moving up from your thighs to your chin to force you to lower your head so he can finally kiss you on the lips. You feel Sukuna shift behind you as he slightly moved your hips to lift you higher on his lap, his back laying flat on the floor, taking you with him. His sudden movements causing to break the heated kiss between you and Toji.

"Go ahead, wanna see you make her belly bulge" Sukuna challenged, pulling your knees further up your chest. His other hand coming down to free his growing bulge once more.

Without another word, Toji crawled towards you, knees supporting his weight as he straightened up his back, the added height making him look even more intimidating. His pink cock briefly bumped against your thigh, smearing his pre-cum all over as he made a move to slide his dick up over your pussy, scooping what cum has leaked out of you up and pushes it back inside you. Feeling his fat tip curtly push inside your hole, pulling out in a matter of seconds, the gesture having you whining for more.

You then feel Sukuna's hardness lining up behind you, rubbing at your sodden folds to cover his length in your slick juices. "W-Wait, I can't- two won't fi-" "Yes you can" Sukuna cut you off. "We'll make it fit" Was the last thing you heard spilling from Toji's lips as he slides his cock into your spread heat, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Toji groans out loud— stunned by the heat and wetness of your pussy and how tight it grips him.

Sukuna followed right after, pushing upward into the warmth and drippy mess of your cunt, fitting in besides Toji's so well. "Damn, its pretty snug in there" He continues to press forward, as deep inside you as he can go, dropping his head down to your chest.

Sukuna gasps as he gives himself and you a moment. His hands grip at your waist, one hand coming to rub the tender skin of your supple ass. "Fuck, you take us so well, princess" Sukuna mumbles against your ear, setting a pace, your ass meeting his hips and claps with each thrust. "You're so big" You whine, their cocks so big that even just one of them inside you is almost too much. They both rock into you, neither one moving too hard or too fast, slow and so good, like a slow roll of pleasure that keeps coming, mounting higher and higher with each pass of Toji's cock over your g-spot and each stroke of Sukuna deep inside you.

Under normal circumstances, you would have been embarrassed about how wound up you were, but with them, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel that way. Toji's hands pressed your legs even further into your chest, sandwiching you in between the two men, hammering their cocks deeper into your swelling cunt, the change in angle abusing your g-spot even more, as a feeling all so familiar began to coil in the pit of your stomach.

Both Sukuna and Toji jolt inside you, fucking you just a bit faster, as if they sensed your upcoming climax. The more they pressed your body together, you could feel them sinking in deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll back at the way Sukuna's cock pounds inside you, pressing so deep and upward with Toji relentlessly pumping into you, gripping your hips tight as he fucks you deep and senseless.

"God, you're so cute" Toji pants against your tits and you scowl at the term 'cute'. "S-Shut up, you cranky-old asshole" you spit, glaring at him through your lashes as Toji chuckles, slightly lifting his head, his dark eyes looming over yours. "You and that man under you..." He moves forward, grinding into you. "We're the same age, angel" You hiss when he delivers an extremely hard thrust into your pussy, forcing the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix deliciously. Sukuna laughs from below you, both men mocking the brat that has just revealed itself, instead of getting mad at it.

You're almost weeping at how well they work your body. Your tits rub raw against Toji's clothed chest and he realizes that it's already past his shift, the risk of his colleague walking in to the sound of skin clapping and grunting increasing with each animalistic thrust. You’re trying hard not to spill fat tears of pleasure as the men continued their assault on your pussy.

Toji's hand sweeps down your belly, feeling the tip of his cock plunging in and out as tries hard not to think of what your babies might look like. The thought of breeding such a cute pussy like yours implanted deep inside the depths of his dark fantasy.

"Fuck, don't you dare cum inside her." Sukuna warned, as if he just read his mind, scowling at the grin that curled on Toji's lips, feeling the way Sukuna's cock twitches under the heat of his palm and you whimper seeing the soft rise of his cock against your belly "What a shame" Toji's pace fastened, nearing his release. "Would've loved a second mini me running out" his second? "You'd like that though, huh? being bred." Your walls tighten hearing the filthy words spilling from his lips.

"G-Gonna cum" You cry, as your eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah? Fuck, you’re gonna cum for me?" Sukuna growled, his dick ramming balls deep into your cunt. Toji continued fucking you in a rapid pace. "Toji.." Sukuna hissed, glaring at Toji who still hasn't made a move to pull out. His warning falls deaf on your ears as you’re cumming and pulsating around their thickness instantly. Everything went white, you were unable to feel anything except the overwhelming pleasure that took over your system.

Sukuna groaned, shooting his hot cum inside your abused walls for the second time this night. "Good fucking girl," Toji praises. "Your cunt is so good to me" The nickname has you your walls clenching even tighter around his cock. At this rate, he's gonna end up creamping you. He instantly began groaning as he pulls his cock free from the vice-grip of your cunt and jerks himself twice to completion, allowing his hot seed to splatter against the tender flesh of your tits where he’s left a clear hickey.

When you finally returned to earth, Sukuna was carefully pulling out of your still-spasming hole. His hot cum leaked out, being pushed onto your ass and down the floor by your clenching. Toji was a sweating, panting mess, you noticed as he got up from the ground, quickly stuffing his dripping cock back inside and zipping his pants up, right before you heard a muffled beep, followed by a metal door opening at the end of the hall. "Well, this is my cue to leave" Toji chuckled, bending down to press a quick peck on your lips. "We'll continue this someday" He winked at you and waved at Sukuna, who just mouthed an unbothered "Fuck off" as he sat up, pulling you with him.

You were still hazy, the orgasm nearly causing you to black out at its force as you watched Toji carefully walking out locking the door, leaving you and Sukuna alone in your cell again. Eavesdropping to the conversation Toji and the other man were having.

"Is everything alright? They didn't cause any trouble, did they?" The man asked, upon seeing Toji fidgeting with the keys in the lock. "Nah, thought I heard something, so I came for a quick check up" Toji lied, putting the keys back in his pockets. "And?"

"They were sleeping" He continued strolling down the corridor, his colleague catching a brief glance to your cell before hastily walking up towards Toji. "Ah, by the way, this might be random, but can you please convey my thanks to your wife for the pie she brought here last time? I might add, it was a very delicate one, too" He said, smiling politely when Toji dismissed him by waving his hand "Sure thing."

Beside you, Sukuna was chuckling silently, taking in your shocked expression. "You heard that, doll? A wife. You just fucked a married man" You turned towards him with a sigh. "And you let me."

Sukuna grinned in response, wrapping his arms around your figure. "Hell yeah I did."

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'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

SUMMARY: when toji anime concept art dropped millions of panties dropped around the globe

WARNINGS: smut, fem!bodied reader, slight daddy kink, praise kink, degradtion, slight breath play/slight choking, fingering, mating press (pos.), unprotected sex, creampie, slight lactation, mentions of preganacy, sorta.. kinda baby trapping, petnames (baby, ma, pretty girl, daddy) toji is a toxic, manipulitive baby daddy ngl

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.

you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.

he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.

"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."

you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."

toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"

he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.

"doesn't she look just like daddy.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.

"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.

your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.

"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.

"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.

your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.

"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.

"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."

your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."

"need what, ma?" he asked you.

"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."

he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"

you whined, "that's it..?"

"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.

but he couldn't blame you.

it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.

it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.

only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.

but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.

"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."

you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.

"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.

his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"

"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"

you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"

"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.

"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"

you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.

"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.

"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.

"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"

he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"

you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..

"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.

"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."

you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.

everything hurts.

toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.

but only one echoed throughout your mind

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.

"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"yeah, ma?"

"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.

that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.

he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..

now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.

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just dilf! toji brainrot

minors dni !

tw: jealousy, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, slight choking, slight spanking.

Dilf! Toji is as confident and self assured as a man of his charisma, looks and stature would be.

You’re his precious doll and he cherishes you more than anything else- especially when he sees you bond with little ‘gumi- Toji’s arm secured around your waist as the 3 of you watch a movie together, mischievous giggles echoing in the room as you join Megumi’s sudden popcorn attack onto his father. Or both of you curling up into his side after a long day, soft snores filling the night air as you relish in Toji’s body heat. It’s moments like these when Toji knows he’s finally found his family.

And as a family, it makes sense for Toji to introduce you to others in his and Megumi’s life, after all, he’s sure about your requited affection and love.

So then why does he feel a dark pit forming in the center of his chest as he sees you giggle and blush over the compliments Jin Itadori has been showering you with ever since you two showed up at his house for a party.

Toji tries to ignore the wandering eyes of the other men in the room, how their gazes linger a little too long below your neck, or how each of them take the liberty to make a joke about the “young innocent thing” Toji has managed to bag. The last straw is Jin sliding his hand to your lower back as he tucks away a stray lock of hair on your face with another.

Perhaps that’s how you end up pressed against the bathroom door, only a thin wall away from a plethora of guests as Toji stuffs his fingers into your mouth, hastily pulling aside your panties as he gives you no time to adjust to his massive girth like he usually does- instead, burying himself inside you to the hilt.

It’s a display of dominance- of possession as he makes it his task to overfill your cunt with his seed. You’re writhing and crying, not bothered about being heard at all by your third orgasm as his hand comes down to slap the flesh of your ass till there’s an imprint of his ownership.

You think he’s finally had his fill as he pulls out, but you’re being turned around and lifted onto the bathroom counter instead, being stuffed full of cock once more as his cum spills out of your gushing abused hole.

Toji’s got a firm grip around your throat as he starts thrusting into you like a man gone feral once again, his eyes locked onto the way your cunt swallows him- the ring of white that forms around his cock each time he pushed back in- the way you grip onto his shoulders with all your strength, your pretty face now stained with tears- he can’t help but catch your cries against his own lips as he spills into you one final time.

There’s no use trying to hide your perverse acts as you both walk back outside, your legs visibly quivering as every man in the room suddenly refuses to meet your eyes. There’s a smug, almost proud, grin on Toji’s face and you know it’s because he’s well aware of the fact that you walk with his cum dripping from in between your legs.

Later that night, you lay in bed with him, flushed with embarrassment as you whine about what you two did earlier. Toji’s response comes in the form of a laugh as he continues to massage your sore thighs, leaning down to pepper kisses along your nose as a form of apology. You joke about that pair of underwear he took away earlier being your favourite one and he tells you he’ll buy you another.

But that’s only because the original cum stained one now lies hanging at the back of Jin Itadori’s bathroom door.

did the meme :D

★ like or reblog if you save.

thinking of milf!reader and baby!sitter eren,

thinking of how he’s so sweet with kids and how much your kids absolutely love him. you think about how your baby daughter is always messing with; pushing him around to help her do makeup and your son makes him play smash bros. eren totally fucking sucks at smash bros and get’s beat by your five year old son.

but him being great with kids is a bonus.

what you really think about is how a man so young knows how to fuck you so right. you think about how he he grips both his hands along your head board and fucks into you. abdomen flexing against the fat of your ass each time you clap back on him. the smug look on his face when you cream on his cock — when your pawing at him to not go so deep. the pure look of satisfaction when you go limp and your legs shake from how harsh his thrust is; from how good he makes you feel with that thing. that monstrous thing. the thing that rest against his leg and bulges from his pants. the thing he taps against your ass before he’s slipped himself all the way in to the hilt.

it’s when you’re sniffling and your toes curl that he’s shushing you, “be a good little momma for me and take this dick.”

— 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 !

➺ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: in which you find out your stepdad is as big of a freak as you are.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infedilty, age gap, daddy kink, drugging, having sex while someone else is in the same bed, nipple play, grinding, begging, breeding kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampies, overstimulation

➺ WC: 3.9k

NOTE: part two of PLF. don’t like, don’t read.

You stare at your phone unseeingly, mindlessly scrolling through your timeline as you wait for time to go by. It’s late, and you know it’s only a matter of time for your mom’s new sleeping pills to take effect. You pout impatiently, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the ache between your legs.

Ever since you got a taste of Seungcheol’s cock, you had gotten addicted to it. So much that you didn’t care to go and take it even when your mom was home.

After two painfully long minutes, you decide that you’ve waited long enough and get out of bed. Your smirk is devious as you strip out of your favorite pajamas. Completely naked, you saunter down the hall to the master bedroom. Wetness smears between your thighs as you push the door open to reveal a sleeping couple on the large bed. Images of your stepdad fucking you like an animal in heat on that very bed has your pussy clenching.

You don’t try to be quiet as you walk over to Seungcheol’s side of the bed. The room is quiet even though your footsteps definitely weren’t. A satisfied smirk crosses your face when you realize your mom’s pills have taken effect. She’s usually such a light sleeper that any slight noise is enough to wake her. Bit just as you hoped, your mom had fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware about what you were about to do.

Licking your lips, you crawl under the covers and immediately cozy up to your stepdad. You palm his big cock, slowly rubbing and squeezing it until it’s hard. Excitement courses through your veins as you attach your lips to Seungcheol’s neck. You place gentle kisses on his pulse point before they grow into needy licks and bites. Your movements grow eager and rougher as you grow more and more impatient.

“Daddy.” You whine, not caring that you sound desperately needy. “Wake up.”

And he does. Seungcheol’s soft laughter is deep and groggy and so damn attractive that it has you clenching around nothing. He goes to pull you closer and moans when he realizes you’re completely naked. His eyes are dark as he pushes your hand away to release his leaking cock from his sweats.

“My needy little brat wants her daddy balls deep inside her, huh?” He growls out as he lifts your leg to slide into you.

You both moan loudly when he sinks into your hot cunt. The feeling of his big dick stretching you out is has you crying out loudly as if your mom isn’t asleep right beside you. Not that you care. You know her new sleeping pills are working wonders in the best way.

“So fucking tight.” Seungcheol growls as he feels your arousal coat his cock.

He gently starts to thrust into you, still not sure how strong the sleeping pills are. As an impatient brat, you start to meet his thrusts, eyes rolling back as his tip hits your sweet spot. You whine as he grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing over your swollen clit just right. His balls smack against your ass with every hard thrust. The wet slapping sound of skin on skin just drives your arousal higher. 

Rutting into your body, your stepdad’s fat cock grinds against the spongy spot along the front of your cunt. Your juices gush from your pussy as he hammers against your g-spot so perfectly that you can’t help but squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Missed your cock, daddy.” You mewl out, already feeling the familiar knot in your stomach coming undone. “Missed you stretching me out like this.”

Seungcheol groans deeply at your words and changes the angles of his thrusts. It hasn’t been long since he last fucked you, but you’re so addicted that even going one day without his cock feels like torture. Not that he can blame you because he feels the same way. You feel him deeper with this new angle. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every snap of his hips. Your hot cunt is becoming impossibly tight, and he can’t help but smirk because you’re already so close to cumming.

“Nasty little princess.” Your stepdad moans, no longer caring if his wife wakes up. In a sick way, he almost wishes that she would so she can see just how addicted you are to his cock. “So cockhungry that you don’t care if your mom wakes up and sees you fucking her husband in her bed.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” You groan filthily as Seungcheol continues to thrust inside you.

Your filthy moans mix in the heady air that smells of sex, and the sound of his balls slapping your ass becomes more erratic. His words push you over the edge. You babble out loud cries of daddy, daddy, daddy until a guttural moan spills from your throat, thighs quivering as your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol’s dick like a vice.

“Fuck. Just like that, baby.” Seungcheol moans as one of his hands trail down to squeeze your ass and help you fuck his cock. “Cream all over this cock. Making such a fucking mess.”

“Cum inside me, daddy.” You mewl out as your stepdad fucks you through your orgasm. “Stuff me full!”

You don’t say please, but Seungcheol doesn’t care. He wants the exact same thing. The thought of filling up his cute little stepdaughter while his wife is right next to him triggers his own orgasm. He cums with a loud roar of your name, shooting his hot load into your tight cunt. You lean forward to devour his moans, forcing your tongue into his mouth as he fucks his cum deeper inside you.

“So fucking good, daddy.” You groan against his lips.

Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk, knowing that this is only the beginning of a long night.

Seungcheol is livid. After many thrilling nights of fucking you raw and stupid, it all comes to an abrupt end when his wife decides her to stop taking her sleeping pills. Apparently, she doesn’t like how deeply she sleeps which has caused her to almost be late to work.

After an entire week of this, Seungcheol decides he’s had enough. On a night where he’s completely abandoned all his morals, he executes his plan. He plays the part of the sweet, doting husband well. With a kind smile, he brings his wife some warm milk in bed. She thanks him happily, sipping on it unsuspectingly. Seungcheol has to insist that she drink it all. He crushed three of her sleeping pills in the milk, and if he wants his plan to work he has to make sure she drinks every last drop.

They get into bed shortly after she finishes it all, and the minutes it takes for his wife to completely knock out feel like hours. Once she starts to snore, Seungcheol wastes no time in getting out of bed and walking down the hall to your bedroom. He leaves the door open after entering your room, a sick thrill going through him at the off chance that your mother could wake up and find him fucking you on your bed.

It looks like you’ve fallen asleep while on your phone, laying on top of your covers. He slowly takes off his clothes as he approaches your sleeping form, loving the switch in dynamic for a change. Seungcheol licks his lips as he crawls on your bed, cock already throbbing when he sees the skimpy nightie you have on. Fuck. It’s like you knew he was coming tonight.

You slowly stir when you feel someone hugging you from behind and a pair of big hands groping your tits. Something hard is poking your ass, and you immediately get wet when you realize what’s going on.

“You awake yet, princess?” Seungcheol coos against your ear, squeezing harder. “Daddy missed you so fucking much. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my dick right now.”

You mewl quietly when he pulls down the loose garment and tweaks your hardening nipples. Already, you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt as you start to squirm against your stepfather’s broad body.

“You’re more sensitive than usual, baby.” He purrs in your ear, pinching and pulling on your hard nipples over and over until you’re writhing against his stiffening cock. “Missed me that much?”

“Daddy.” You moan out as one of his hands trails down your body to tease your cunt.

“Fuck.” Seungcheol groans, fingers dipping underneath the band of your panties to rub your slit, gathering all your juices to rub your sensitive bud. “My little brat needs some relief, hm? Wants her daddy to fuck her raw until she’s dripping in cum?”

“Fuck yes!” You cry out, rutting against his hand.

Seungcheol grabs you and sits you up, cock throbbing when he sees the hunger in your gaze. He helps you straddle his lap, tugging your nightie off in one fluid movement. He groans at the sight of your pretty tits, nipples all sensitive and hard for him. Your stepdad grabs you by the waist and makes sure to place your clothed cunt directly over his aching cock. You both groan at the feeling.

“Want you to keep playing with my pussy, daddy.” The needy whimper you let out makes his entire body shudder. “Want you to keep being rough with my nipples until I can’t take it anymore.”

A low groan comes from deep in his chest, hands gripping you tighter as his cock throbs against your panty clad pussy. You kiss his jaw until you reach his pouty lips. All the desperation you feel is displayed when you smash your lips on his. You lick and suck on his tongue, messily forcing your own into his mouth after to have a taste of him.

Seungcheol feels drunk with arousal ass you rub your clothed pussy all over his leaking cock. His stomach is doing somersaults at the debouched way you grind on his hard cock. You’re so turned on and wet that your panties are completely see through now.

“God, princess.” Seungcheol moans as he pulls back, big hand moving up your body to grab your tits. His thumbs smooth over your hard nipples as your juices leak all over his cock. “You’re so fucking hot with these pretty nipples on display—all for me.”

With a wanton whine, you grind harder on his cock, desperate to have it inside you. Seungcheol smirks as he tugs and pinches your nipples until you’re whimpering and clawing at his broad shoulders. To have you on top of him, writhing like a bitch in heat is so hot that he thinks he should record it so he can save it for when he can’t fuck you.

“Fuck.” Seungcheol groans. “Just look at you. So turned on by letting your stepdad play with your tits.”

“I know.” You cry out wet panties leaking all over his throbbing cock. “It’s so wrong, but it feels too good, daddy. Want you to play with them all night.”

“Goddamn, Y/N.” Your stepdad grits out, cock leaking with so much precum that he can feel it start to dribble down his length. “Such a demanding little brat. You’re lucky daddy loves you so much. I’m going to suck on these pretty nipples until you’re creaming in your panties.”

You rock your hips with more vigor, letting out a filthy moan. “Fuck, daddy. You’re so dirty.”

“I am.” Seungcheol agrees with a ravenous hum. “It’s nasty that I want suck on my stepdaughter’s lovely tits until she’s gushing all over my lap like the needy slut she is. But it’s my fault for always giving you what you want, right, baby?”

“Yes, yes!” You mewl loudly. “Want your mouth so bad, daddy!”

Your needy plea makes his eyes flutter shut for a moment. When he opens them again, he’s staring hungrily at your tits. The sight makes him descend like a starving man. Seungcheol closes his mouth over one of your taut peaks, tongue lapping at the hard nipple like you love.

“Daddy!” You squeal in pleasure, more slick pooling in your thin panties as you watch him suck on your tit eagerly.

Your hips are moving vigorously now, rubbing your covered cunt all over his wet cock. It only makes him suck on your tit harder. Seungcheol then switches the other one, mouth sporadically swapping back and forth like he can’t decide on which nipple to keep in his mouth.

“So fucking sexy.” Your stepdad pants, nipping the soft swell of your breasts. “God, your tits are better than your mom’s.”

His depraved words shouldn’t please you as much as they do. But you’re beyond any moral reason, and the filthy confession has you grinding down on him harder with a loud moan, pussy dripping steadily. Seungcheol grabs your hips so hard to help you move that you know he’ll leave marks.

“Gonna cum, daddy.” You mewl out in shock, hips never stopping. “Fuck. You’re making me feel so good!”

Seungcheol pulls back and trails his hands up your body to squeeze your soft tits. He pushes them together and descends on your sensitive nipples again. He’s kissing, licking, and sucking on them with one purpose in mind—to have you cum in his lap. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs and hips twitching as you let out a keening cry. You cum violently, saturating the fabric of your underwear until it feels like a second skin.

Your stepdad groans in satisfaction as you soak his lap with your release. He pulls back to get a better look at your panties stuck to your puffy lips. Seungcheol lick his lips, knowing he’ll have to keep ruining you all night.

As you slowly come down from your high, you bite your lip at the sight of your stepfather’s wet mouth. He looks so hot after just having sucked on your tits. You wish you could take a picture.

“Gonna let daddy fuck your messy little cunt now?”

You shudder in delight. “Fuck yeah.”

His devious grin is so fucking hot that it has your pussy clenching in need. You’re flipped on your back, panties slowly being pulled down. Seungcheol groans at the wetness of the fabric and shoves them in his face. You both moan when he starts to lick and suck on your soiled panties.

“Gonna keep these, princess.” He moans into the fabric before carefully tossing it aside.

Seungcheol’s eyes are dark when he sees you readily spread your legs for him. Your pretty pussy is all messy and wet, ready to be split open by his fat cock. He yanks you closer, slapping his aching cock on your throbbing clit. “Fuck, you make me crazy, princess.” He hisses as he rubs his cockhead all over your messy cunt.

“Hurry up and fuck me, daddy!” You whine out petulantly. “Need you inside me!”

Seungcheol’s hips buck forward, his throbbing length sliding through your puffy lips. “Bratty little girl can’t wait to be stuffed full?” He tsks meanly, his tip pressing against your hole only to slip away to rub against your slick folds. “So fucking cockhungry.”

You give him a grin and look at him through your eyelashes—a look he can never resist. “Only for you.”

That’s all it takes for Seungcheol’s hips to snap forward, forcing his cock into your hot cunt and making you cry out at the abrupt intrusion. He moans deeply and starts to roughly fuck in and out of your squelching pussy.

“My stepdaughter’s pussy is all for me, huh?” Seungcheol coos adoringly, thumb gliding across your clit to rub soft circles over your sensitive bud. “That means I’ll have to break in your tight little cunt until it’s the shape of my cock.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your nails scratch down his back, leaving your mark on him not caring that your mother would surely question him later. Not that Seungcheol cares either. He’s too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like they want to keep his cock inside you forever.

“You feel good, princess?” Your stepdad wonders through a soft laugh. “God, I needed this. Couldn’t go any longer without feeling this juicy cunt squeezing me.”

Arching your back, you let out a loud moan. “Daddy!”

Your pussy clenches around his cock as he keeps hammering into your g-spot with every deep thrust of his hips. Seungcheol growls at your wanton cry, grinding his cock deeper into your pussy. Juices are leaking down your ass, filling the room with the lewd sound of skin slapping and loud squelching. Your room smells of sex, and as you give a quick glance to the door you wonder if the scent is strong enough to be detected from the hall.

Perversely, you get turned on by the thought of your mom walking by and smelling it. How she could just peek her head in and see her husband fucking you raw. Another coat of cream stains Seungcheol’s cock as you lose yourself in the debased fantasy.

“Daddy!” You whimper. “It’s so deep.”

Seungcheol sighs in pleasure. His hips are snapping into your sopping hole, not thinking about anything except how pretty you look under him. Tits bouncing, fucked out eyes gazing up at him like his cock is the only thing you could ever want. Fuck. He needs to breed you.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s gonna cream in your sweet pussy until you’re dripping in cum.”

Shivering all over, your pussy throbs at his words. Seungcheol can feel how much you like the idea. He growls possessively and fucks you harder. The sound of his heavy balls smacking your ass mixes in with your lovely moans perfectly.

“Gonna fuck you full of cum so you can smell me even after I’m gone. Fuck. Pretty little pussy is gonna be full of me all the time. Not even your mom can stop me from stuffing you full.”

You can’t stop moaning and whining, voice getting higher as he keeps speaking such filthy words. Your pussy gets wetter as Seungcheol’s thrusts get rougher. His cock is spearing into you so hard your upper body is bouncing along with your pretty tits.

“Breed me, daddy!” You cry out suddenly, feeling an overwhelming sensation to have his seed deep inside you. “F-Fuck, daddy! Gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your cock!”

Your head melts into your pillow as Seungcheol fucks you into the mattress. Thighs trembling as his leaking tip slams into your sweet spot.

“That’s it, princess.” Seungcheol groans, sliding his thumb to your pussy to rub your clit fast and hard. “Cum all over daddy’s cock. Let me hear me how good I’m fucking your tight little pussy."

“Oh fuck! Daddy! Daddy! Da—!” You chant loudly, back arching sharply as your orgasm slams into your body.

You wail wantonly as your pussy gushes all over his cock. Seungcheol loves every second of it. He keeps fucking your spasming hole, addicted to the feeling of you creaming on his dick. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as your stepdad buries himself in your wet cunt to the hilt. His soft growl makes you throb as his cock spurts a hot load deep inside you. Gently, he keeps fucking it into you until he can’t handle the overstimulation.

“Such a good girl for me.” Seungcheol murmurs the praise through a heavy pant. “Milking daddy’s cock like a good little slut.”

You whine at the praise, pussy squeezing his cock to milk it some more. It works. Your clit pulses greedily as he pumps rope after rope of sticky cum inside you. Once he’s absolutely done, he slowly pulls out of you with a satisfied grin.

“God, sweetheart. That was fucking amazing.” Seungcheol says as he rubs his half-hard cock between your warm folds, eyes hungrily taking in your sweaty tired body.

You bite your lip, reaching down to stroke his cock against your clit. The feeling has you both shuddering in pleasure. “Fuck me again, daddy. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Seungcheol’s cock throbs in your hand, hips bucking as he lowers himself back on top of you. He kisses you heatedly, biting your lower lip before he thrusts his tongue into your mouth. You grind your sloppy pussy all over his hardening cock, eager to get him to fuck you again.

“Such a dirty girl.” Seungcheol groans against your lips. He whines as you press his thick cock against your messy hole.

“And you’re a bad stepdad.” You mewl filthily. “Wetting your dick with your stepdaughter’s pussy.”

“Fuck, I know I am.” He moans as he fucks his cock back into your cunt with a gentle thrust. “I’m sick for liking your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You both moan when he bottoms out. Your arousal and his cum leak down his length and make a creamy ring around the base of his cock. Seungcheol pulls back a bit just to thrust right back into your pussy. He keeps you pressed against the bed, strong arms boxing you in as he starts to roughly thrust into your sloppy cunt.

“Goddamn.” Your stepfather moans through gritted teeth. “I’m already close. Fuck, baby. You got me addicted to this tight little pussy.”

Seungcheol’s hips are bucking wildly, thick dick splitting your pussy open deliciously. Your eyes flutter as his abdomen brushes against your clit. Pussy fluttering around his dick, you feel your third climax right there on the cusp of washing over your body. He nips your earlobe before dragging his lips down to kiss and bite your neck.

“Fuck. Can’t believe your mother almost stopped me from having you.” Seungcheol growls as he gets more aggressive with his thrusts. “But I took care of that, baby. I’m gonna have you all night. Juicy little cunt belongs wrapped around my cock.”

His filthy words have a dark edge to them. You don’t know what he means by that, but you don’t really care. All you can focus on is that he’s just as needy for you as you are for him. Much like you, he’s willing to go to great lengths just to get his fix. Your pussy clenches at the very thought.

“Fuck, daddy! I’m cumming again!” You mewl desperately, body wound tight. “Please, please, fuck!”

Your pussy squirts, almost pushing your stepdad’s fat cock out of your clenching hole as slick soaks his dick and drips down his balls.

“Oh, princess.” Seungcheol laughs delightedly, eyes sparkling at the mess you’ve made on his cock. “Daddy made you squirt? Liked him fucking you raw like the nasty little girl you are? Fuck, baby. Gonna creampie your messy cunt again. God—so fucking filthy.”

All you can do is nod along, whines and mewls slipping out of your lips as your feel your body buzz with euphoria. Seungcheol slams his cock into you one final time and spills his second load deep inside your overstimulated pussy. Ropes of hot cum shoot inside you, stuffing you to the brim all over again.

“Such a good girl.” Seungcheol coos against your ear. “Always so ready to take this cock. Daddy’s gonna make sure your needy little pussy gets all the dick it wants, princess. I promise.”

You give him a fucked out grin, loving that he’s just as much of a nasty freak as you are.

jake sully breeding you till he is satisfied and absolutely love to see you squirting on him

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

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── 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.