Repent Your Sins

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.

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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So anyway then I baby trapped him

sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty ๋࣭ ⭑

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born

toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you.

yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.

it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.

but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.

the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.

“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.

“but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.”

little brat. you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?

“twerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?”

megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. “that’s 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.

"my sister has to be like mommy. you’d be an ugly girl, daddy.” toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad. “well, uhm,” you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.

there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.

“i'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but let’s think of some other things, too, m'kay?” 

ah.

you went the haunting route.

ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.

'daddy'?

you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.

the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.

it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.

"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.

"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.

waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.

"hi, toj."

you think you're so cute, don't you?

"hey, mama."

toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

he's never been so whipped in his life.

"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."

toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.

as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.

"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."

feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.

you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.

“you want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.

"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?" 

you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.

“maaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,” you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip. 

“besides…”

toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.”

after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.

"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.

"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."

you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."

"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.

"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.

when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.

"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."

you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.

as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.

"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"

you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.

"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."

before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.

"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.

once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."

any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick. 

when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.

"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.

god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.

both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, “stop stalling n’ knock me up, toji." 

who is he to deny what his wife asks?

using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.

it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.

“shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ.”

now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“fuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” 

he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.

he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.

"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.

you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

toji may sound like he’s still put together, but he’s just thankful you can’t see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.

you can’t see how he’s barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldn’t mind, he’d be annoyed for breaking his streak.

he’s brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.

your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that they’re there tells him he’s the one making you feel that good. 

“tuh-toji, ’m gonna cum, gonna cum—!”

"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. “gonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddy’s cock.” 

"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.

toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you. 

you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.

something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.

“toj…?”

he didn’t answer. he probably didn’t even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesn’t know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading. 

the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legs—sharp and focused—as they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.

the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. he’s hard again, almost making you believe he didn’t cum if it weren’t for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, toji’s climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.

yeah.

you're fucked.

you keep making eye contact, and now that he’s so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.

“t-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!” 

he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.

you're so fucked.

all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.

“t-tojiii, t’ deep, t’ deep!”

“wan’ me t’ stop? t’ stop fuckin’ this messy hole?”

“fuck, y-you stop, and I’ll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!”

“that’s it, take it, take daddy’s cock, mama, lemme breed you.”

everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.

the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.

his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time. 

he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.

but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insides…and the way he didn’t get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussy…

you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.

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fushiguro men and a pup

Bondage with Gojo

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader

Content Warning: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

Note: finished! I've been writing for at least a month? at first toji and cow girl were just some stupid and horny thoughts of mine. i didn't expect it to end up being fic. thank you very much to the friends who voted for this fic <3

Summary: after saving you from the farmer, Toji decides to keep you as his personal milk machine.

Minors DNI

All animals that do not belong to humans may become stray animals, not only cats and dogs. During midday news on a TV station, he heard about stray cows. The news anchor reported that some volunteers had brought the cows back to the conservation organization for adoption. They winked innocently and were bottle-fed by volunteers in their arms. But Sorcerer Killer had no interest in helping stray animals, and the stray cow sounded stupid, so he turned off the TV. At that time, Toji was about to set off to complete a commission, and the client wanted him to kill a sorcerer who was in the way and transfer a large sum of money in advance.

The only difficulty in this mission is that the target lives in the countryside. There is no other route. Even though Toji offered a reward, they were unwilling to kill someone who lived in such a remote place. Toji could only take a few hours' train ride to that little village and then blast the target's head off in seconds. He cursed at the customer and the village, planning to buy something before going back to the city. As he passed the paddy fields, he heard some faint cries.

"Moo-moo...!"

This sound is so unusual. Toji turned his head, and sure enough, a bearded middle-aged farmer tied you with twine- your head had a pair of tiny horns and cow ears. Perhaps knowing the fate of being sold, you whimper and struggle, waving the tail off your ass, trying to attack the person who will sell you. Is it a stray cow? The farmer grumbles - oh, he's saying: since you've eaten his fruit, you should be obedient. It seems you have been deceived by humans, thinking that they didn't need anything in return.

Stupid cow girl. He thinks. Looks like you're going to be sold to the farm to be milked and maybe locked up into a pillory and fucked or something.

Speaking of milk.

"Hey." A malicious smile spread across his face. Toji turned sideways and consulted with the farmer. "That one is quite lively. What's the price?"

"Are you a visitor here? When you want to keep a pet cow, there are many things to be careful about." The farmer slapped you roughly on the ass, and then pulled your tail to prevent any kind of run away. In pain, you mooed in a low mood, staring at the bad guys negotiating prices as if there was a lake hidden in your eyes. "But I haven't taught this cow yet. If you need it, we have a lot of obedient cows on our farm..."

"I want this one," Toji pointed at you, "how much?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the farmer seemed to sincerely quote a price - a large amount, which was not the accepted market price of the cow girl in the pet store. "If you want something cheaper, I'll give you another discount."

"Good." The killer took out a black pistol from the void and loaded it. "Give her to me."

-

The accidental killing didn't ruin his day. After blowing the man a few nice holes, Toji gave you a cold look. You screamed at the sudden blood and gunshots, but you knew there was a good guy in front of you, and you had to repay him. So, after you feel your breathing calm down, you run to him, gently rub against him with the ear above your head, hug his trousers, and try your best to express your gratitude.

"Can't you speak human words?" Toji lowered his head and pulled your horns. You moo in pain, he scoffed. "Stop the fucking mooing. It's fucking stupid. A stupid cow girl."

Your eyes glow with confusion.

"I'm worse than him," the assassin threatened, expecting to see your fear in return. "I'm taking you home now as my personal milk machine. If you dare to escape, I'll sell you to the farm to have babies and milk you, okay?"

You only vaguely understood "home," so a smile spread across your face. You pounce on the master. "Moo!"

"What a stupid cow," he muttered, patting you.

-

Toji buys a return ticket for the train, but he doesn't need to buy another one for you, just a tiny surcharge for bringing a pet - a naive little thing like you, with no status in society.

He holds your hand, and you look around; technology is strange. The train attendant whispered about your cuteness, stroked your head, and gave you dessert. Usually, stray cows are found naked, but you wear a skirt that is not the correct size. He doesn't know if it was given to you by someone or you found it in the garbage, but this one just barely covers your butt. Once you stand on tiptoe, everyone can see your view. But the hostility of the attendant disappeared under the explanation, "this is a newly picked cow." While getting out of the car, one of them reminds him that he has to go and buy new clothes, food, and a bell.

However, the owner is not so kind to you. Once out of the car, Toji scolds you and warns you not to smile at strangers or accept food from them, and you nod a little aggrieved.

Toji doesn't really want to go to the pet hospital, but considering the trouble it will cause later, he still takes you there. In addition, he had heard about some underground hospitals from some customers before, and the prices were much cheaper. When you get to the hospital, you think you're going to be sold, and seriously, you're a little idiot. You whimpered and grabbed his hand, not wanting to leave him. Then in front of everyone's face, you were forcibly stripped naked. The nurse washed you clean and praised you for being a good girl. You were tame during the examination, and the process went smoothly until the doctor pulled out a needle. It was sharp and dangerous to you, and you mooed and cried. Toji puts you on his lap and spanks you before grabbing your tail to finish the injection. Unexpectedly, your health is largely normal, with just a few weeks of recuperation, some vitamins, and medication. It's a miracle considering you've been wandering and hiding all these years. Before leaving, the doctor gave him a meaningful smile and told him that he would only need seven days of care to start milking and two weeks to breed. Of course, most cow girls are spoiled by their masters.

He bought a cowbell that can track your location on the way back. It wobbles with your footsteps, jingles around your neck, reminds those around you that you already have an owner, and sends your location to his phone every minute. It should be humiliating, but you love it, super love it. You think the bell sounds nice and looks shiny, and more importantly, it means you're Toji's cow.

-

Toji raises you with conditions, but you don't understand. A naive calf like you is destined to be ravaged. There are so few words you can learn, though, that you remember his name after hearing it once. The most common thing that comes out of your mouth is "Toji," with matching words to express some simple sentences, such as "Hungry," "Like," and "No."

Toji keeps some cushions in the apartment as a place for you to sleep. At first, you jump onto the bed with him and squeeze into his chest, desperate to be with him. A cow doesn't sleep in a bed; you're just a milk machine. How could he possibly spoil you? Toji puts you back on the cushion and locks the door every time. Even though you whimpered and picked the lock, he wouldn't open the door. After a few days, you understand that this is the master's rule - you sleep peacefully on the soft cushion and grab the cushion for warmth.

You did add a different color to his life. Every morning, you wake up smelling the smell of food. You're usually on the ground, humming and eating a bowl of fruit and veggies, pouting your butt to reveal your cotton panties, and wiggling your cute cow's tail. You also love watching TV. You're scared by the light and sound machine and hide behind him at first, but you'll be watching episodes and animations in front of the screen now. However, cow girls in those shows are constantly bullied by strong and mean guys. Whenever these episodes are played, you always hold his arms tightly like Toji is better than them. When he's not at home, you'll also do some of the easiest jobs, help clean windows and floors, and be a housekeeping calf. You tend to be too hardworking but don't know how to solve complex problems.

In the shower, Toji checks your breasts. Maybe it's because you didn't have any milk in your breasts because of a previous life. In the next few days, your breasts gradually became rounder and enlarged a few sizes, so you can imagine the rich stock inside. By the seventh day, your areola is swollen and painful, and you don't need any squeeze, and the white milk has come out of the tip. You whimpered and said "pain" and "milk," asking him for help, wanting to be released.

Obviously, you have become a healthy and lovely cow.

You thought Toji - your master, would help you; however, the first thing he did was tie your hands behind your back and forbid you to have any possibility of touching yourself. Toji tells you it's a necessary preparation, but you don't understand it at all, so you just moo, whine, and endure under his touch.

On the ninth day, the enormous amount of milk stored causes dull pain in your back. What you don't understand is why your lower body is sometimes wet. You check in front of the mirror and see that it's covered in sparkling liquid, and the swollen petals open slightly. Your thighs rub against each other, trying to ease the feeling, but the torment only intensifies when you miss your master.

What Toji sees is just such a lovely scene - you're sitting on the couch sobbing silently, a pair of cow ears shaking, your hands firmly tied behind your back, accentuating the shape of your boobs, and your occasional spill of milk is wetting cloth.

"What's wrong, little idiot?" Toji asked knowingly. Maybe the preparation for milking was enough, but he still wanted to bully you a little more. Your fat tears flow, sniffles, and it's a complete mess. "Pain...it hurts...Toji..."

"Then what do you want me to do? In your words." He guided.

"...I-I don't know..."

"Don't fucking pretend. Tell me what you did to yourself," Toji snapped, feeling the pain in his crotch. You shrunk timidly. "...Sorry! I-I never, Master...I don't know..."

Never been like this? So this is your first milking? You're too fucking sweet to the world and to him.

"You don't know? You're so fucking stupid. I'll teach you now."

Where else could he find such a precious treasure as you? He frees you from your bondage. Before stretching your sore joints, he rips the cloth off your chest. You let out an exclamation, still waiting for the Master's teaching. Under his rubbing, the cream flows from the tip of your chest, bringing some mild electric shocks, and the familiar heat flows back to the lower body.

"This is your milk." His thick fingers dipped in some milk, then shoved them into your stupid mouth, grabbing the soft, wriggling tongue, and the sweet taste spread in your mouth. "Delicious, huh? But only stupid girls keep swollen with milk. From now on, you have to provide milk to the master every day, you know?"

Two days of waiting pushed you to the limit, your mind seemed to melt, and you could only let out some faint moans. In the fog of consciousness, you still miss the master, but he is not satisfied with it. "Answer me." Toji patted your tit casually as a reminder. "...Um...Ah!!...Tojiiiii...!" Unexpectedly, you screamed, arching your back, shaking all over, your toes stretched out, and some milk sprayed onto his chest.

"...You orgasm? cum just by being milked? You're such a mess." Toji snorted. He originally planned to allow you to orgasm while he was fucking you. As punishment, he doesn't wait for you to take a break from your first orgasm; then, he sucks carefully and rubs the other breast roughly. Sweet. It was sweet milk that poured into the mouth, and it was pretty smooth. Toji has never tasted better milk than this, and he knows it's your undiscovered, natural milk. The realization just made him harder - the bulge of his crotch rubbed against your soaked panties.

Still, he doesn't stop there. Your unsolicited orgasm doesn't stop him from fucking you. Toji ripped open your panties. You are again startled by the master's power among the messy whimpers and moans. He pushed aside the soggy fold, found the little clit waiting to be ravaged, and circled it with his thumb.

Like being hit by a sudden spring of lightning, the pleasure spreads from the position of the clitoris. You have never experienced such a feeling. All you can do is scream his name - your master, your beloved master. It's harder for him to hear your clingy mouth repeating his name. He moves his tongue from your milk and flicks the nipple with his finger, another little squirt and screaming - but you haven't orgasmed this time.

His round and thick cock dipped a little liquid and slowly sank into your shrinking wall. A little pain stretched out from the unexplored place, but the overwhelming flood of bliss overshadowed it. This is the master's dick. The one from the master is twitching in your stomach. Is this possible? Comfortable - so comfortable. Master...Toji...you wrap your arms around Toji's neck as his heavy balls slap your ass and your aching ass buried in the sofa. The couch rattles with each rough push, forcing you to moan invitingly petting.

Toji was only going to take care of the need during the milking session, but he enjoyed it so much - the tight little pussy squeezed his cock perfectly as he rammed and ravaged your sensitive flower core. He's now wondering why he didn't fuck you earlier and force you to offer him milk and take away your innocence forever. Really, it would be a waste if you belonged to the farm. Luckily you are his own pet cow. When you're going to be fucked, when you're going to be milked, it's all up to him.

Your eyes are out of focus, and your body is shaking and shaking with the beat of being fucked, muttering his name and words that you don't understand. It seems that you have reached the limit. And his wide cock sinks down to your cervix, stretches your thighs, and keeps pounding relentlessly loud slaps.

"Take it, my stupid girl. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum."

The seeds erupt on your cervix. The warm sensations that take over your core, the realization that your master fills up with cum, makes you spasm around his cock. His balls squeeze against your inside, making sure the twitching wall absorbs every seed drop.

"Toji..." You looked at him innocently, with exhaustion and aftertaste after orgasm.

He stared at your slightly open, lovable lips... and kissed.

-

Life is sweet and comfortable, and with Toji protecting you, you don't have to worry about anything.

Soon after, what Toji ordered arrived. That's a machine specially designed for cowgirls. He locks you in the machine every morning, watching your tits squeezed and the sweet milk pumped out of the transparent pump. That's an evil machine, really. In the process, the device first finds the position of the nipple and then attacks, sucks, and massages your sensitive breasts. Toji takes off your panties and fucks your pussy with fingers while you sob and moo during this process. Depending on his mood, he might fuck you after this or just leave you behind, and he does something else.

Master isn't just bullying you. He actually takes good care of you. Toji makes sure you're always full and sometimes rewards you with a delicious piece of strawberry cake, and you gleefully lick the strawberry juice and cream from his hands. You haven't tried starvation since you came here. Once, Toji took you around a big and beautiful place; you bit his sleeve and wanted a toy, so he bought you a little plush cow. Today, she is your little friend, sleeping and eating with you.

Toji even takes you out. On weekends, Toji puts on collars, bells, and suspenders skirt on you, and you know it's a sign you can play. Before going out, you often jumps upon his chest in excitement to demand the petting. He touches your head and horns.

However, your play is limited to rolling, running, and swinging on the grass. Toji tells you that making friends is terrible because they will put bad ideas into your little head. He takes you away whenever you look envious at the little pets rolling around in the park.

In a peaceful life, there are occasionally some tiny waves. Looking back now, you still hate the guy called "Neighbor." On this day, you follow the master's instructions and go to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang as you wiped the walls. Must be the master! All thoughts light up like holiday lights. You happily run to open the door, but it's an unfamiliar face. A man with a kind look.

"…Hello, miss, are you the only one at home? Is Mr. Fushiguro there?" This is a stranger. What should you do? Toji told you what to do, but- but… you don't remember…Your head down, confused. "...means…Toji?"

"That's right. Is he at home?" He smiled and said again after a while. "Um… cow girl, you look cute."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked your cheek. You blink and stare at him, looking a little dull. You have no experience with people, so you don't know how to respond.

"What the fuck are you doing to my pet?"

Familiar and sinister voice, with devastating rage. Master! The neighbor fled after stammering an apology. Your eyes lit up, and you threw yourself into his arms as always, but Toji grabbed you by the horns roughly, like the first day he met you.

-

Pleading is the only thing you can do. A century had passed, but the master's slapping still didn't stop. Toji spreads your legs to maintain your shameful position of exposing your little pussy. You know decent cow girls can dress now, and they only get spanked when they make a mistake - even though you don't understand the complex concept, the humiliation does burn in your heart.

"…Ma-master…I'm sorry! Forgive me…Moo…!!…It hurts…"

The skirt and panties have been brought down to your knees to ensure there are no coverings to mitigate the penalty. Stern slaps are waving, and a blistering and painful sensation is burning your cheeks. "Fucking little slut." He stopped, fingering your pussy. "How did I tell you? Don't talk to strangers. Where did you put my words? Do you want to be fucked by a man you don't know? Is that so?"

You sniffed and shook your head. Fear freezes inside you as soon as you think of someone other than Toji doing that to you.

"Do what you want. I don't care. Get out of here."

You grabbed his trousers and begged for forgiveness, with little promises of loyalty in your mouth. Despite this, the master ignored it and gave you a stern look before slamming the room's door.

-

You squatted in front of the master's room and sobbed, burying your face in your knees, still aching in your ass covered by the pretty little skirt. You do not care. Your mind is full of how to get Toji's forgiveness. As soon as you think that he may never forgive you or throw you out of the house, there is a strange feeling in your heart.

Is it pain? You stroked your chest, nothing happened here, but you felt the pain, like a tangled stuffed toy, like you accidentally touched the hot water in the kitchen. More than pain, more than that…

The TV in the living room has not been turned off. Toji sets program reminders for you to automatically switch channels as soon as your favorite show's broadcast time arrives. You don't want to watch it right now…but one of the character's lines catches your attention-

"…Why-why…you always bully me…."

You stared at the TV with tears in your eyes. It was a crying cow girl next to her bully. You hate that guy; that's the bad guy! For some reason, the guy didn't lift her skirt as usual to show others.

"…Okay, don't cry…." The man said uncomfortably. "…Because, because I like you…you're so cute…I can't help but want to bully you…."

...Like.

You covered your restless chest, is this feeling called "like"? Right. You like the master. Your master. Toji.

-

The knocking stopped gradually. You little idiot, you don't even know why he's jealous. His favoring and punishing you mean nothing at all.

Toji opens the door, intending to prepare dinner for you and re-discipline you, but when he searches the whole house and can't find you, he gritted his teeth - where did you go? You are an obedient calf who never tries to go out on your own. Damn, he shouldn't be mad at you. You probably thought you were going to be thrown away.

He took out his mobile phone from cursed spirit's mouth to check the location information, but you didn't wear a bell this time. Where did you go? Park. Playground. Supermarket. There is no trace of you in these places. He's starting to feel like you've been kidnapped. Little things like you. The result of being caught is being milked by that kind of perverted farm.

These all explain why when Toji finally finds you in the back garden of his house, he wants to put you on his lap again. And you, not knowing how much trouble you have caused your master, just stuffed him with the hidden strawberry, which is your treasure. He knew what happened to the mysteriously disappearing fruits at home now.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He doesn't mind showing all the neighbors seeing you get spanked now.

"…This is a gift…." You didn't dare to look at him. "…Don't be mad…and…I like you…I like-like the master…."

"…I like Toji…."

Toji was silent for a while, then took your bag of strawberries, which were a little rotten. What's the use of hiding? You really are a fool. He raises you with the other hand, you sit on his arm, and you just wink innocently.

"Okay, but these are no longer edible. Shall we prepare your dinner now, pretty girl?"

-

A few nights later, you rubbed your eyes and prepared to sleep obediently, but the master stopped you.

"Hey, princess, didn't you say you want to sleep in the bed? Come up."

With starlight in your eyes, you jumped onto the bed excitedly. Soft. It's softer than you've ever experienced and has the faint scent of your master. You snuggle tightly to Toji's chest, talking to him about your chores, and he compliments you on how good a girl you are. You giggled, feeling like you've had a good dream.

Sometimes, Toji recalls the day he met you. He lied to you then, and he lied to himself. He didn't want a milk machine. He thinks you look cute and doesn't want you to be caught by that scumbag. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like if he never took that commission and never found out about your existence, and then he will find out how much you have changed his life. He couldn't say those words when he faced you, and then he called you stupid. Although he doesn't want to admit it, you are his favorite cow girl.

Okay…..so…..hear me out……..

{ 8 }

the neediest boys in the world.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | the domestic life

you had to be the luckiest girl in the world to own the hearts of two boys who absolutely adored you.

settled in your arms was your 5 year old son. he shared a bit of both of you and your husband's features, combining the best of both worlds wrapped up in the most adorable package.

he may have inherited more of his father's personality than yours, but you couldn't deny that his eyes that were shining brightly matched your own shade to a T. the love you felt for this tiny human being in your arms was overwhelming, and you truly couldn't picture a life before your beloved son.

"mama, you're so pretty." he tells you with the widest grin, practically doting on you as well as he leaned up against you on your lap to get a better look at your face. as he cups your cheeks with his two chubby hands, you couldn't help but laugh as he presses sloppy kisses against each and every one of your features, finishing each kiss with an audible 'mwah!'

"when i get older i'm gonna marry you, mama!" your son proclaims with a confidence that was very reminiscent of when your husband asked for your hand in marriage, making you smile as you nuzzled your son's cheek.

"silly, mama can't marry you because she's already married to papa, you know that." you giggle upon seeing his sweet pout, "yeah, but i love you WAY MORE than papa does! that's why i'm gonna stay with you forever!"

your son seals his promise with another kiss, this time against your cheek as a grunt was heard coming from the doorway, "hey, quit kissin' mama like that, you're makin' papa jealous."

a mischievous gleam was seen in your son's eyes as he immediately wraps his tiny arms around your neck all while sticking out his tongue at eren, "go away papa! me an' mama are busy cuddling!"

"you've been cuddling mama for thirty minutes, it's my turn now." you rolled your eyes at eren's theatrics. if anyone would be jealous of their own child, it would be eren.

"no way papa, it's my mama!"

"oh yeah? well your mama belonged to me way before you were even born!"

of course it would be eren.

being fed up with this constant back and forth bickering, eren takes matters into his own hands when he steps closer to where you and your son was settled on the couch, "fine, if you won't let me cuddle mama, i guess i'll just have to cuddle both of you!"

"wait what?! eren-"

your husband proved to still be the strongest man you knew as he picked you and your son up with ease, earning several giggles from your child as eren settles himself against the couch with the both of you settled back on his lap. with you finally in his arms again, eren presses soft kisses against the junction where your neck and shoulder met, resting his head against it before letting out a content sigh, "ah, much better."

"no fair papa! quit copying me, i was busy kissin' mama too!" cue your child flinging himself into your arms as he buried his face deep within your chest, earning yet another grunt of disapproval from eren. "hey, don't press yourself against mama's chest like that!"

with you sandwiched between what had to be the two greatest loves of your life, you couldn't stop the carefree laughter that escaped your lips as you fell back into your husband's embrace all while holding your son tightly against your chest.

you may have to deal with the neediest boys in the entire world for the rest of your life, but you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than with them by your side.

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.