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Magic Remote (Part 1)

Dahyun x Male OC | 7281 words

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As Jae walked out the door, he glanced at his older sister, leaning over the kitchen counter and reading her magazine. He thought his friends were right - she was a knockout. It was hard to admit that about her when she acted like such a bitch around him all the time, he wanted nothing to do with giving her any praise. But the truth remained, her luscious dark brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and below that a slim waist that led down to her graspable butt made her sexy simply from behind.

But that wasn't all, her perky overflowing breasts that he had seen many times in her various seductive bras as she walked nonchalantly around the house were a constant draw on him, he wished he could just pause time for a second and have his way with them; he'd take handfuls of her beautiful chest, easily a 36C, and at LEAST see what they felt like. He'd do much more to her than that; she was easily the sexiest girl he knew... if only they weren't brother and sister.

Ningning was no more than 5'3" and 120 lbs, dripping wet, like the times Jae saw her in that tight rope-mesh bikini that barely contained her gorgeous breasts and showed off the body that she'd sculpted from years of yoga, running, and her pure vanity. Yet every time his eyes were filled with glimpses of Ningning walking down the hall in a pair of pajama pants and a tiny bra, or less, it seemed she'd be waiting for him to look - and she'd yell out:

"See something you like, ya little perv," or "You wish! I bet my bra's the only one you'll ever see!"

And yet, any time he and Ningning were alone in the house, it seemed he'd always 'accidentally' catch her in various states of undress. Whether her bedroom door was open or she was undressing at the perfect angle to the bathroom mirror for Jae to have his world rocked as he breezed through the hall. Though if he were to challenge her, she'd undoubtedly have his head. Something about how Ningning was always on him seemed to have the opposite effect. However, he often found that when he and his sister were apart, he grew to miss their little day-to-day battling and, of course, the glimpses of her tanned and toned perfection. That didn't mean, however, that there weren't times when Ningning could be downright nasty. If she felt particularly off on a given day, she'd cause all hell with Jae and his parents or find ways to mess his life up in any way possible. She'd even smack him or pinch him hard enough to cause some actual pain when she felt up to it, and it was all Jae could do not to let her have it, maybe even dish out some payback for her little teasing episodes.

And the funny thing was that Jae was far from incapable of defending himself. At 6'0" and 200 lbs.. he was certainly a guy people didn't casually mess with. 'Why did he put up with it?' he frequently asked himself. Jae had been protecting and sticking up for Ningning for years, even smacking a few guys around that he thought deserved it for wronging his big sister. Despite that, Jae thought, Ningning constantly patronized him in front of her friends or teased him in a skimpy little outfit, only to chastise him seconds later. He was no dummy; she did it intentionally, probably getting a little rush from it herself, and he knew it. But as of yet, he'd never done more than accidentally bump her with his crotch as he passed her in the laundry room or walk in on her after a shower, barely covered in a towel with the side of her breast clumsily covered. And she certainly had gone no further herself. However, Jae believed she was constantly pushing the envelope, wearing skimpier outfits and sexifying even as simple a task as emptying the dishwasher or watching TV.

Only a few days earlier, while Jae was watching some crappy television on a weekday morning, Ningning had come strolling in wearing that could hardly be classified as clothing. It was a cotton shirt she had cut herself that just nearly went to the bottom of her breasts. As he drank a glass of cold orange juice that morning he almost spit it out as she plopped down on the couch, her tits shaking at the motion. Of course Ningning had no interest in watching Jae's television choices so she bitched at him to give up the remote. When that didn't work she lounged out on the couch, sprawling and completely distracting Jae with the smooth curves of her criminally seductive body. Even worse was that after a few minutes of her lounging on the couch, it had risen so that the bottom of her breasts was revealed. Jae couldn't help but stare; he barely even noticed what was flashing across the television screen, apparently his program had ended, and a history program had taken its place. He was far from seeing the television, though, as he took in a sight he couldn't believe. As his stiff rod started poking through the thin shorts he was wearing he covered his lap with a pillow. Sure enough, not a minute later, Ningning asked to borrow that very pillow despite the others strewn about the room.

"Can't you get another one?" he said back, attempting to sound natural.

"I don't feel like getting up, come on, you're not using it for anything, right?" Ningning shot back at him, ending the sentence in a snarky way that told him she knew what her little display was doing to him.

When he handed it to her, he could see that she had glanced at his crotch, and she even failed to hold back a little smile as she saw his huge tent. Jae couldn't stand being there with her anymore, and as he left to go take a cold shower, Ningning shouted after him,

"What's the matter, little bro, don't you like watching TV with me?"

He could see her from the stairs deliberately pressing her breasts together, showing the underboob even more to the point that if he wasn't mistaken he could make out a nipple beginning to make its way under the hem of shirt. She had won this little battle, and now not only succeeded in gaining control of the remote but in causing her brother an erection that wouldn't be going away any time soon.

Nevertheless, the two got along surprisingly well at times; Jae found he had an uncanny ability to make her laugh and show off her full, stunning smile. They often played each other in basketball, golf or anything they could compete in. At times, Jae almost thought things couldn't be better, but then one of her friends would come around, and God forbid it was a guy because Ningning would want nothing to do with Jae but to mock him or ignore him in front of her friends. It seemed to drive her crazy that a few of her friends and even one of her best college roommates, Melanie, took a liking to Jae. And that was the way things went, Jae and Ningning getting along at times and Jae putting up with Ningning's crap in between, never failing to notice every day when he saw her for the first time that she was an absolute 10 out of 10.

So, as Jae closed the door behind him, he did as he normally did and just shut her out. There was no point in thinking about her if nothing would ever come of it. Hell, in the end, she was his sister, and though Jae's 18-year-old body reacted to being within 100 feet of any good-looking female, he knew his boundaries. Besides, despite her teasing, he did just fine with girls. He'd even had sex a few times, though if he was sincere, none of them had quite the firm abdomen, softly tanned skin, cute face, or the extent of any of Ningning's genetic make-up. If she wasn't wicked smart, too, he was sure she'd have gone into modeling.

Walking down the street, Jae considered meeting his buddy Jinwoo at the mall, where they'd hopefully catch a movie with any of their young female friends. Ningning was too cool for the mall and was planning on staying home to work on her tan by the pool and read a novel: topless, of course, since she was alone. Though Jae didn't know that little detail, going to the mall may have become an afterthought. When Jae finally got to the mall about ten minutes later, he walked in the doors and pulled out his phone as the cool air-conditioning hit him like a wave of relief. By now, beads of sweat would be forming on his sister's smooth skin, and her breasts would be sticking up to the sky proudly the way most girls wish theirs did. He smirked and shook the thought out of his head - what had gotten into him today? It was probably that damn shirt she was wearing, revealing her belly button and clinging tightly to her upper body, the little flap where she cut her tank top along the neck hanging atop one of her breasts; as if any more cleavage was necessary, he thought. Or maybe it was the tiny cotton shorts, or... he cut himself off and focused instead on getting Jinwoo on the phone.

"Hello," Jinwoo answered groggily.

Jae knew instantly that Jinwoo had just rolled out of bed.

"What the hell, Jinwoo, we are supposed to meet at the mall today!" Jae practically shouted into the phone.

"No way, man," he protested. We specifically said Saturday, and you are a day early."

It dawned on Jae that Jinwoo may have been right. He sometimes did things like this—mixing up the day of the week and all. It was hard to keep track of them when every day before he started his summer job was as hot as the next, and they all sort of melded together. Whatever, Jae thought, and hung up with Jinwoo after agreeing to see him there the next day. Jinwoo laughed lightly at him and suggested he have a nice time alone at the mall.

"So, what should I do?" Jae thought as he scanned the area. He browsed a few stores but quickly realized that the mall was not the attraction for guys like Jae. He'd only been there to mess around with friends. So when his eyes locked onto the small store next to the men's suit store with the simple sign that said Gadget and Things, he figured he'd check it out and then head home.

The store wasn't exactly what he'd expected. Sure, it had a nice selection of cell-phone cases, all the latest handhelds and accessories, but it had a certain flair that drew him in deeper. Passed all the consumer brands and shiny, new products, there was a U-shaped display full of things Jae could not place. The few patrons of the store lingered only a moment or two before another took their place, or they purchased their things and moved on. The only person working the store he could see was a strong-featured man with a discerning look, worn with age. He nodded to Jae as he rang up a customer, and Jae looked closer at the cases. There was certainly something special about each one of the items, from the camera lenses with after-market dials and switches to the tablet devices that each resembled one of the year's hot-ticket items but also had some sort of attachment or modification. The environment was not like shops you might wander into in New York City with advertisements for every deal under the sun and not a stitch of glass showing through the blanket of cheap electronics. No, each item was thoughtfully placed with a simple placard that explained the modification and the, sometimes, extremely high prices.

Being a computer buff, Jae found each item more interesting than the next. The tablet he was looking at had been modified to create three-dimensional scans of its environment and calculate area, volume, humidity, air quality, and makeup. The handheld gadget arranged on a miniature putting green tracked the included golf ball, found it within inches, and calculated spin, velocity, and errors in the user's golf swing, all in one device no larger than a cell phone.

Having rung up the last customer in the store, the old man wandered towards Jae.

"I see you've found the good stuff, hardly anybody stops to look for real value anymore," he said as he glanced toward all the inferior products at the front of the store, "but I've got to sell it if I want to keep tinkering, my true passion."

Somehow, Jae didn't believe that this man was paying for all of the gadgetry displayed in front of him with the proceeds from a ten-dollar phone case the woman in the floral shirt had just purchased for her whiny teenager. But a softness and wisdom in the man's voice made him want to hear more.

"I can hardly believe all of this. Did you make it all yourself?" Jae questioned.

"Sure did!" the old man proudly replied. Of course, I have a few friends who consistently help me out in implementing my designs, but the vast majority was made by yours truly."

"And does it all work the way these descriptions say?" Jae asked again, doubtfully.

Rather than say another word, the old man pulled out what looked like a child's toy in the shape of a robot that Jae had been looking down at. He had seen things like it at the Sharper Image or one of those luxury stores where you sat in a massage chair before you left and bought nothing. Expecting it to dance as the old man pressed its power button, Jae could not believe his eyes as the tiny machine turned toward its master and mimicked his posture and the old man's chin stroking with his left hand. Then he spoke to it:

"How are you doing, robot?"

Jae anticipated the tiny mechanical man would repeat the phrase in a classic computerized voice, but nearly choked when it responded in a human-like voice,

"Just fine, Jim, how are you today?

"Thanks for asking," he responded, getting a kick out of Jae's bewildered look. I'm having a great time talking to my young friend..." He looked to Jae for his name.

"A..Jae," he sputtered out.

Then, the robot pivoted on its hips toward Jae and greeted him as well. After about five minutes of bantering back and forth with the robot, Jae eventually regained speech and asked it questions about the weather or even about the personality traits of the current president. Anything they asked of it, the robot had a decent answer for. But there was no question that this dark little store had more than met the eye, and Jae might have been the first to see its true wonders.

"Do you believe me now?" the old man asked unassumingly.

"Are you kidding," Jae said in amazement, "I could be here all damn day."

The old man, whom the Robot had called Jim, laughed at Jae's response, and they launched into discussions about everything in the store and just about anything else. Jae couldn't get enough conversation with the man, who seemed as interested in Jae as he was in Jim's abilities. They stopped just long enough for Jim to ring up a few customers or answer their shallow questions about the best phone case or newest point-and-shoot digital camera. Not one of them stopped for more than a second when the robot Jim had left to stand on the counter followed them with its LED eyes and said "Hi," while waving with at them with its robotic arm.

At lunch Jim closed up the store and they sat together at a local hot-dog stand putting away two ketchup-slathered dogs and a ice-cold soda each before returning to the store. When they walked back in, Jim said he had something to show Jae and to make sure the sign remained turned to "closed" for a minute. Jim went into the back while Jae played with the robot, or 'AInstein,' as Jim had coined him. After a minute or two, Jim reemerged carrying a wooden box with beautiful carvings in a band around its sides. Atop it was a complex, built-in combination lock and fingerprint scanner. Jim proceeded to unlock the box and take out its contents, but Jim's torso blocked Jae's view as he did so.

"You know," he paused as he said this, "every fiber of my being is telling me to toss this thing into the deepest, darkest ocean and never show it to anyone again..."

Jae was drooling in anticipation.

"But I've never been one to follow my instincts, so check this out."

Jim leaned over the display with a thin electronic device, clearly a touch-screen, about the size of a 8.5" by 11" sheet of paper folded in half. It had a metal armband attached to it that appeared to stretch to accommodate its user.

"So, without going into too many specifics, I'll just tell you that this is a universal remote," Jim said matter-of-factly. "I came across the most important piece when I was learning from a mentor many years ago and I may or may not have been snooping in his basement. He didn't know it at the time, but he had come across something well beyond either of our understandings...well, let me just show you."

Jim pressed the device's singular physical button, a power button, and it sprang to life. It seemed to function much like any other contemporary touch-screen device, but if Jae had learned anything in his time with Jim today, it was that nothing in this store was ordinary. So when Jim pointed the device at one of his display cases and all of the devices turned on immediately upon touching a button, Jae was hardly surprised.

"Cool," he said with a bit less enthusiasm than he had approached Jim's other inventions, which Jim sensed.

"Just wait, Jae. Don't give up on me yet," Jim said.

Next he walked toward the simple display racks in the front of the store and typed something, pressed another button on the screen, and all three display cases, which Jae would never had guessed were motorized began to spin around. 'Something strange is going on,' Jae's mind told him, but knowing Jim, the cases could have easily been rigged already. Then Jim did something Jae didn't expect, he quickly typed something into the device and pointed it toward a pretty young girl peering into the store to see what was inside. As soon as he did so, the girl seemed to forget what she was doing and walk in, looking a bit confused after she had taken a few steps inside.

"Hello there," the robot said from behind them.

"Hello," said the young girl through slightly squinted eyes, intrigued by what she perceived to be a cute little toy.

But before she could figure everything out, Jim had already typed something else into the remote, or at least that's what Jim had called it. As soon as Jim spoke out to her: "what is your name," the girl seemed to be at full attention to Jim.

"Dahyun," she responded quite casually,

"And how old are you, Dahyun?" Jim asked her,

"I'm nineteen, who are you exactly?"

"I'm Jim, Dahyun, and this is my friend Jae," he said glancing back at Jae.

"Hi Jae, Hi Jim," Dahyun said with a smile.

"What do you think of my friend Jae here, Dahyun?" Jim questioned her. Jae was beginning to understand what was going on, although he was having trouble believing it. How could he possibly...what kind of remote was.... His thoughts were interrupted by Dahyun's response.

"He's cute, I like his eyes, and he's got a good body. I can't stand when guys where cargo shorts like that though, and he could kinda use a haircut."

Jae was taken aback by her bluntness, though she was right on both accounts. He was almost glad he hadn't met up with his friends today. He simply hadn't had any other shorts to wear but these huge-pocket cargos from when he was probably still in high school.

"Well, thanks for that Dahyun, although I'm afraid you may have bruised Jae's ego a bit" Jim spoke kindly to her as she cocked her hips to the side and smiled apologetically, "Would you want to spend a little time with Jae today if you're free."

"Yes, I totally would. I gotta go tell that bitch Katherine that I'm done watching her try on clothes that are too small for her, though. Meet you outside in five, Jae?" She seemed totally natural, and Jae nearly forgot that this was clearly brought on by Jim's remote.

"Um...o...okay," Jae said, still reeling from his thoughts, and he could barely respond.

"He'll be there," said Jim confidently.

As Dahyun scurried out the door, Jae realized what a cutie she really was. He looked forward to spending a little time with her, like Jim had suggested, but he still had so many questions. Even more surprising was when Jae looked back to find Jim with his hand extended and the device held out to him.

"What, no way, I can't afford that." Jae managed

"I'm giving it to you, Jae, but you'll have to listen to me first."

Jae nodded in agreement.

"First, understand this is a device beyond anything you have ever seen, experienced, or heard of. It works just as you saw, but it has limitations. Like any other device, the device has a power source, and the harder you make it work, the faster it will run out of juice. Even I can't make it last forever so you had better be careful. Take Dahyun, for example, she was willing to come in here and even more willing to be honest, as I had the remote instruct her. When I suggested she spend a little time with you, my friend, it barely took a percent. You can imagine if I asked her to do something she didn't want to do, it would take quite a bit more, despite being immoral and wrong."

Jae observed a small grin on Jim's face. He had ventured down that route before.

"Second, if you get carried away with this thing, there is no telling where it might take you. You seem to have a good head on those shoulders, and I hope I can trust you not to try and take over the world or something, not that I'd be able to stop you. Just... be smart, and have fun with it. I've not taken that baby out for many years now because I decided I'd had enough, and you'll be surprised how quickly things can get out of hand, and you want to chuck it in the river too. By the way, it's waterproof."

Jae smiled at this and looked down at the remote. He was still in disbelief that Jim had really decided he'd give it to him.

"Third, and most importantly, I am giving this to you on good faith that you will stop by here once a week and keep me company. It's not too often that I run into someone your age that I can relate to."

With that, Jim shook Jae's hand and patted him on the back, nudging him toward the door and sultry little Dahyun waiting beyond.

Jae had almost no time to think or act; he slipped the remote into his pocket and headed out the door. Glancing back, he saw Jim and AInstein waving him goodbye, and looking ahead, he saw a smiling Dahyun standing up for her perch on the bench. He took her in: she was in a sexy little skirt and a plain white shirt with two buttons at the neck and a pocket that could probably hold no more than a ring or two upon her breast. Her breasts were not quite the size of his sister's back home, but who was he to complain? However, her slightly freckled skin seemed to make up for it, and he loved the proportions of her tiny body; he thought she couldn't be more than five and a half feet tall. She was not quite his sister, but she was damn close.

His sister, a little spark, flew into his head, and his mind quickly jumped at the thought that the remote would work on her. Jim didn't give him enough information, barely any, and he couldn't think about that now. Instead, he turned to Dahyun and smiled at her, thinking he was lucky to be strolling through the mall with such a pretty girl. Dahyun suggested getting Jae some new shorts, and he readily agreed. Walking through one of the stores, Dahyun told Jae that it had been a long day, and though the banter they shared was causing them both to like each other more, Jae was afraid that Dahyun was thinking less about having a good time and more about how she needed to get home and get off her feet. He decided he would give the remote its first test.

It was a simple enough device. He saw a keyboard, a blank space to type, and a button on the screen to initiate the command. As Dahyun scanned a few piles of clothes nearby, he typed, [feel less tired] into the screen. After processing the command, the remote rendered a bar he figured was meant to control the intensity, and the gray button turned green. He set the bar to the lowest intensity and pressed the green button, aiming the remote at Dahyun's way. Nothing seemed to happen, so he turned up the intensity. This time, when he pressed the button, he could see that Dahyun's slightly slouched posture began to lift, but she still didn't have the smile on her face that had so charmed him when she walked in the store so Jae moved the slider just a bit more and when he entered it, this time he knew he had done so correctly. His heart began to race as he started to understand how much power he held. Dahyun now bounced from style to style of shorts with a smile, her soft brunette hair falling from her slightly messy hairdo. She returned and wrapped an arm around Jae's, showing him a pair of shorts she had decided were just right.

He said he needed to try them on, and they both walked toward the fitting rooms in the back. Dahyun hung back; as Jae walked in and saw that the stalls could comfortably fit them both, he suggested she come in to ensure they met her approval. Dahyun hadn't given her response when the attendant told them they couldn't go in together. Another opportunity to test out the device. [Let her come in], he entered the device and pressed green. The device interpreted this command as either a yes or a no and didn't provide an intensity. He noticed two things then: one, that neither Dahyun nor the overweight attendant seemed to pay any mind to the device he had on his wrist; and two, the battery dropped about 7% when he overrode the woman's decision the way he had.

"Go on then," she said to Dahyun, and she hurried after Jae without thinking twice. When they got inside, Jae began to take off his shorts, and having Dahyun so close by in his state of undress was having an effect on him he hoped wouldn't send her reeling in disgust. As a tent began to rise in his boxers, Dahyun took notice and though she smiled, she looked down at her feet and shuffled them a bit. Jae decided to try to type [don't worry] into the device, but it kicked it back, saying that the command was unrecognized. 'Too general,' he thought. After pausing a few seconds, he tried to type in [initiate kissing], which brought up another intensity bar. He slid it only a quarter of the way. The normally green button remained red. He slid the bar forward to about 40%, and still it remained red. When it took sliding the bar past 50% to turn green, he realized he was going about it incorrectly.

Meanwhile, Dahyun maintained a smile and even caught his eye a few times. He could tell that the look on her face meant she was thinking of doing something naughty, but his personality dictated that it would remain only a thought.

Guided by her look and what he perceived as simple reservations, he typed [Inhibitions] into the device. Again, his heart began to race as it took the device a bit longer to decide what to do with the new command. Then, up came a bar already adjusted and was fluttering a bit in its position. The device could also allow him to tamper with specific feelings and force some upon others. The bar was at a surprisingly low one-half, but Jae figured that was exactly what was standing in his way of messing around with Dahyun like he wanted. Sure, he could do it the old-fashioned way, but he wanted to test out his new device, his new superpower. He moved the inhibitions to zero, and the device lost most of its remaining power when he pushed the green button.

This transition was much clearer than the others. Dahyun looked up almost immediately at Jae and had more than admiration in her eyes; it was lust. Given some time and more flirting, she would probably have given in to Jae's desires anyway, but he could tell now that Dahyun was full steam ahead and wanting him badly. She stood up and approached him slowly, backing him against one of the walls and looking from his lips to his eyes and then down at the tent in his underwear poking her just below her belly button which was now pressed gently against him. Looking back up at him, she nearly lunged forward to meet his lips.

Her soft pink lips were every bit as inviting as he had hoped, and it wasn't long before her tongue darted out to taste him. He put his hand on her neck, and she slipped both of hers under the hem of his shirt, feeling upward toward his chest as she pushed against him. She certainly wasn't taking her time with this.

"Oh my God, I don't know what's gotten into me, I'm usually not like this," protested Dahyun, barely removing her lips from his long enough to say it.

"I know what I want to get into you," Jae said with a grin. He normally would never use a cheesy line like that, but something told him that Dahyun was far from exchanging pleasantries.

"Is it... this?" she whispered in his ear as one of her hands wrapped around his cock with only the cotton of the boxers in between.

Jae decided to see more of the pretty little brunette, so he quickly reached for her shirt. No sooner was he pulling it over her head than she was unbuttoning the skirt she had on below it. After she pushed it down to her feet, Jae took her in. She was short and thin, a tossable little minx he could not wait to get inside. To speed the process, he knelt and kissed her thigh and then took her panties in his teeth, a soft black number that he would have spent more time appreciating if they weren't in quite a setting, and he lowered them some of the way, eliciting a giggle that made him shiver in appreciation. When he returned to her top he palmed both of her tits over a matching black bra and she stood on her toes against the wall. She quickly undressed him and began to stroke his cock.

He was practically rock hard anyway as she worked his hand over his shaft, and they locked lips again in another needy kiss. They heard voices nearby, and another couple was trying on clothes a few stalls away. They probably had listened to the soft moans that both Jae and Dahyun had involuntarily been releasing as they engaged in their desperately lustful foreplay. Now that Dahyun's inhibitions were done away with, and Jae, ever the hormonal male he was, they were both primed and ready for what came next.

Dahyun slid down to her knees and looked up, deep into Jae's wide eyes. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't believe such a beautiful girl was about to blow him in a department store fitting room. And that was just what she did. First, she flicked her tongue out to meet the tip of his sizable cock. It glistened with pre-cum from Dahyun's earlier ministrations, and her hand was still firmly holding him at the base. The feeling of her tongue caused Jae to roll his eyes so that he missed Dahyun first popping the entire head of his cock beyond her lips. He reached down then, pushing her hair behind her ear in a loving way that made Dahyun only want to please him more.

She flashed her tongue all around his tip, wetting it and causing him to squirm with pleasure. Then she pulled her mouth off entirely and pursed her lips with his cock right against them. Looking up at him, not breaking eye contact, she began to push his cock into her mouth slowly, inch by inch. He could feel her tongue slide along the bottom side of his shaft as her wet, warm mouth plunged further down his hardness. By the time he was almost entirely engulfed, he could feel the back of her throat; she still looked up at him almost defiantly.

Jae was lost in her abilities as she began now to retract her mouth from the base of his cock and then push back down. All the while her tongue worked this way and that, causing unbelievable pleasure that he'd never before experienced. Her inhibitions had been getting in the way of her cock-sucking abilities because Dahyun was surprised herself by the way she was pleasing her new lover. Her adorable little hands were not idle either; one held him firmly at the base while the other gently massaged his balls. Bobbing her head up and down, Dahyun's saliva lubricated his pole for each stroke in and out of her wanting mouth.

From both desire not to cum just yet and a longing to return something for Dahyun's unbelievable talent, Jae took Dahyun's chin in his hand and brought her back up to stand before him. First, he kissed her again, gently prying at her lips thanking her for the unbelievable sensations he'd just experienced. Then he slowly walked her backward, still lip-locked, as he sat her behind the bench. He worked his way downward to kiss her cheek, then pecked at her earlobe. He kissed her neck, and he could tell that she wanted him to hurry by the desperate pants into his ear. So he hurried down, stopping quickly to admire her breasts, still covered in a bra due to their haste, and then he reached his target. He pecked around her sweet slit and looked up at her as she had. She widened her eyes and raised her eye brows, demanding him to quit fucking around. So he did just that, he immediately sucked her clit into his mouth and watched as she gasped, reacting to the sudden flood of feeling.

This not being his first rodeo, he went expertly about licking her swollen lips and then urging his tongue further between them. She tasted sweet, and even sweeter were the soft moans of enjoyment he was eliciting from the charming mouth that had just been wrapped around his member. Now plunging his tongue deeper, he could tell that he was attending her just right, and Dahyun's running of her hands through his hair only further proved that. He worked a finger, and then a second into her as he continued his tongue's assault on her pussy. He was enjoying himself due to the squirms and sounds he was causing her to release. He would have continued, but Dahyun was in as much of a rush to go further as she'd been from the beginning.

Dahyun pulled him to his feet and got to hers as well, one hand pawing at his chest and the other reaching down to grasp his manhood once more. Finding him still rock solid as when she had sprung his cock from her mouth, she once again grinned up at him and pulled him close to her, pinning her against the wall. Jae couldn't wait for what came next.

She wasted no time; staring into his eyes as she had before; Dahyun directed the head of Jae's cock to her slick opening and he began to push inside smoothly. Her eyes read the almost painful satisfaction she was experiencing as her quim wrapped around each intruding inch. Of course, she was tight, he thought, his luck had been so on today anyway, but wow, did it feel unfathomably good on his aching member.

"We have to be quiet," Dahyun said, betraying herself in that moment with an audible coo of pleasure.

"God, you feel so good, so tight...." Jae trailed off and breathed heavily as he slid out of Dahyun and slowly back in.

"Don't...talk, just fuck me. God, just fuck me." She was just barely stringing words together now as Jae penetrated her, and she felt herself being lifted off the ground. With Dahyun held up against the wall, Jae reached around and palmed each of her buttocks, feeling her soft skin and her sizable behind in his grasp as he continued to plunge inside of her. First Dahyun reached down and undid the clasp of her bra and shouldered it off so her tits could hang free. Then she wrapped her arms around Jae's neck to help support her so Jae could admire her chest with a free hand. He quickly moved his palm to her breast, and they kissed again as he felt her inside and out.

She tapped his shoulder after a few minutes or so of their fitful tryst to tell him to let her down to the ground. As she touched down, his cock now buried to the hilt in her wet, warm sheath, she pushed him down to the seat immediately behind him and began to gyrate on top of him. Jae's back was now propped up against the wall, and without Dahyun's weight to support, he left his hands free to roam all over her. And that they did, feeling the gentle curve of her back, the smooth gap between her breasts and the sensitive clit that brought on a sudden gasp and a moan from Dahyun as soon a she pressured it.

In only a few moments, they both began to feel their climaxes approach. Dahyun was pining for release and began to moan louder and hump against him harder. It was all he could do to concentrate on guiding her with his hands while dealing with his torrent of bliss. Their ascending volume had not gone unnoticed, and Jae realized that his remote had slipped below 5% power. The attendant had returned as the remote seemed to be losing its grip on her.

"What is going on in there?" she demanded, knocking on the door.

Though he had used the device on Dahyun as well, she was too far gone and ultimately fully willing to continue fucking Jae's brains out and chasing her impending orgasm. [go away] he typed and entered at the attendant as he could barely even focus on the device with the little brunette bouncing on his shaft in front of him.

It seemed the device had one last command left, and he watched its screen turn black. He hoped to God it had worked, which it must have because they were not interrupted after he returned his attention to Dahyun, still grinding hard on his cock. They kissed a final time, and then Dahyun let out a much louder moan as she began to convulse in orgasm. Knowing that her partner was as close to cumming as she was, Dahyun managed to get out in a breathy phrase:

"Inside."

It was all Jae could do to wait for permission, and when she finally gave it, Jae began to fire into her repeatedly. She was still heaving strongly as waves of orgasm overtook her and she felt his hot cum inside of her, filling her up and so adding the pressure his large cock had created in her pussy that it was almost too much. She put her weight onto his shoulders and moved with the rest of her energy only at the hips, still milking him for all he was worth. Her deft movements were as impressive as her beautiful orgasmic glow when they finally slowed to a halt and looked each other in the eyes.

They did not exchange words because they both knew they had gotten exactly what they needed, even if Dahyun needed a little push in the right direction, Jae thought. Still, Jae looked up at her and said,

"You were wonderful," with a gleam of appreciation for the gift she had given him.

"Thank you," she said, surprisingly bashfully considering the state she was now in: naked, filled with Jae's cum her outfit strewn across the compartment. "You were not so bad yourself."

As they gathered themselves and began to redress, Jae found himself grabbing her here and there and exchanging a kiss or two against her unconcealed smiles of joy. Hand in hand, they departed the fitting rooms, and Jae bought the shorts Dahyun had picked out for him - he knew they would fit before they had even gone into the room. On their way out, the attendant shot them a glance of disapproval, Jae knew not how much she was aware of and how much the remote had caused her to ignore.

The couple stayed together a little while longer, basking in each other's presence before Dahyun informed Jae that she needed to go home; her parents would be expecting her. Jae held her hand until she broke his grasp, and she walked away, leaving him with her number on a slip of paper and a promise to see him again at the same time next week, if not sooner.

As Jae looked down at the remote, now completely discharged, he knew that his life had been changed forever. The sheer infiniteness of its capabilities nearly brought him to his knees; he would have to get home and charge it as soon as possible. Then a thought occurred to him: Dahyun was undoubtedly one of the best girls he'd ever had the pleasure of being with, but something else awaited him at home. He nearly ran the rest of the distance to the house in all his excitement.

There, floating on a raft in the pool, was his drop-dead gorgeous sister, Ningning.

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 13

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 16 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

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When your boyfriend is an ice hockey player, finding time for a date can be tough. Sure, you and Sukuna always spend lunch breaks together, meet in the library, or tumble into bed together in between practice or assignments. But planning something that goes beyond those everyday things is quite the challenge.

Sukuna's days are filled with a busy schedule. Hockey training, team meetings, morning runs, daily gym sessions, and seemingly endless hours of watching and analyzing his opponents' games. Sukuna doesn't just give 100% but 200%. It's a trait you find incredibly hot, but it also makes it hard to find time for a date.

Sukuna says he would skip practice for you. But you don't want that. It would make you feel guilty. You know how important hockey is to him, and you love how invested he is. But you certainly can't say no when he stands in front of you with his sexy, boyish grin and tells you,

"If you don't want me to skip practice for a date, then join me at the gym or on my morning runs."

So yes, you blame Sukuna's charming personality and your own foolishness for getting yourself into this situation: jogging down the dark road long before the rest of the campus comes alive, panting loudly and coughing as you run as fast as you can, in your desperate attempt of trying to keep up with your super athletic boyfriend, who jogs several meters before you at a, for his standards, very leisurely pace.

You know he is holding back for you. It makes your own poor attempt even more pathetic. Sukuna doesn't even break a sweat. When he turns to smirk at you, he looks perfect, as always, winking at you and making flirty teasing comments as if he is chilling on the couch with you and not jogging across the campus at an ungodly hour in the morning.

Sukuna looks mouth-watering. As if he is grinning at you from the cover of a Men's Health magazine. Sleeveless black compression shirt and red shorts that give you the best view of Sukuna's firm ass and those tantalizing thigh tattoos that still make you lose your mind every time you see them. His buff muscles flex attractively with every move. His lopsided boyish grin only adds to his overall handsome features. Sukuna looks sexy as hell.

Something you don't think can be said about you at this moment. You were skeptical from the moment Sukuna suggested joining him on his morning runs so you could spend more time together. You are fully aware of how unathletic you are and how super athletic Sukuna is. But it touches you that he asked you to join him, obviously wanting to spend more time with you. And so you agreed.

But right now, you regret saying yes. It's six in the morning, you have had no breakfast yet, and you feel nauseous from all the physical activity. You are panting and sweating heavily, but no matter how fast you run, you can't keep up with your hockey boyfriend.

Sukuna looks over his broad shoulder as he slows down even more, a playful smirk on his face, as he calls out to you,

"Come on, princess, catch me!"

"I.. ah...ah, I can't..."

Sukuna just laughs and turns around fully, running backwards now so he can look at you. You feel embarrassment creeping over you, knowing full well that you must look like a mess. Sweating and out of breath. Completely at your limit.

"Don't look at me, Kuna!"

But your boyfriend just smirks even broader, his maroon eyes filled with amusement, as he teases you,

"Why? I thought you like to get my attention?"

But the teasing playfulness vanishes from his face a second later when you suddenly stumble over your own feet, overcome by a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea. You gasp loudly, but before you can fall, Sukuna is already in front of you. Catching you once again before you hit the ground.

"Careful, princess. Are you okay?"

His strong arms hold you up, his low voice that was so teasing a second ago now filled with genuine worry.

You hum weakly, seeing black spots dancing before your eyes as you practically slump into Sukuna's muscular arms, unable to stay upright by yourself.

"I... hate... running. Especially in the mornings. I don't think my blood circulation is made for this."

You turn your head, burying your face in Sukuna's broad chest, clinging tightly to him, hiding your face in his chest. You feel his strong arms tightening reassuringly around you, and you slump bonelessly against his tall, firm body.

Sukuna laughs softly, a low rumbling in his chest that you don't just hear but also feel against your cheek,

"Why didn't you tell me you don't like morning runs? I would have never asked you to join me if I knew."

"Because I thought it was really sweet of you to ask. And I wanted to spend more time with you."

Sukuna laughs again, hugging you even tighter to him as he rests his chin on your head.

"Yeah, well, I only want to take you on dates you actually can enjoy. Not ones that make you pass out."

You shake your head, laughing into Sukuna's chest,

"I guess this date failed. Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I will find a better idea. Hey, if I let go of you for a second, can you stand, or will you fall over?"

You lift your head, looking up at Sukuna's tattooed face, nodding slowly as you loosen your tight grip on his tanktop,

"Yeah... I can stand."

Sukuna watches you for a long moment as if he needs to make sure, but then he carefully takes a step back, slowly letting go of you. But only to turn around and bend down and point a long tattooed finger at his muscular back.

"Come on, princess, hop on. I'll carry you."

You don't even try to turn down his offer. You are too exhausted and too wobbly on your legs to even think about walking home by yourself. And, after all, Sukuna is strong.

You climb onto his broad back, grateful for his strong, large hands that wrap around your calves, helping you and giving you a feeling of safety as Sukuna straightens up to his proud 6'3" height.

You let out a relieved breath as he starts walking, carrying you piggyback seemingly without any problems. You slump against Sukuna's muscular back, hugging him tightly and wrapping your legs around him, feeling like some koala with the way you cling to him.

"Thank you, baby."

Sukuna snorts, followed by a low chuckle,

"You're welcome, princess. Just don't puke over my hair!"

You groan loudly, but it turns into a laugh when you reach out to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair playfully,

"Wouldn't that be a cute date?"

Sukuna carries you all the way back to his dorm and into his apartment, past his brother, who stands in the kitchen and grins at the two of you as he lifts a coffee mug in greeting.

"Interesting new morning workout, bro."

"Shut up, brat. The real workout will happen in the shower, so you better fuck off and give us some privacy."

Making you hide your face in Sukuna's broad back while the twins bicker with each other about their sex lives or lack of.

Sukuna really carries you into the bathroom and slams the door shut behind you, finally letting you carefully slide off his back. Only to corner you against the door with a flirty smirk on his handsome face and his large tattooed hands pulling your t-shirt up.

"I wasn't joking, you know. Be my workout partner in the shower."

His lips find yours, kissing you heatedly while you both tear at each other's workout clothes. And only a short moment later, you get swooped up again and carried into the shower, where Sukuna has you pushed up against the shower wall in no time at all, swallowing your moans with his lips while he fucks you with fast, deep thrusts.

Twenty minutes later, you stand next to Sukuna in front of the bathroom mirror, applying your skincare while stealing slightly flustered glances at your boyfriend, who just fucked your brains out even after carrying you across campus.

Sukuna doesn't look flustered at all but instead grins at you when he catches you staring in the mirror,

"I guess I made up for our failed morning-run-date, huh?"

You splutter helplessly, but Sukuna's grin just turns bigger. He grabs his cherry-scented hair gel, applying it meticulously, while he tells you in a much more serious voice,

"I promise you, I will take you on the best date, princess."

But before the two of you find time for a date, Saturday rolls around, which means ice hockey. The Tigers play at home, and so you and Nobara stroll to the arena to watch Sukuna's game. Of course, Nobara complains on the whole way, but you just grin to yourself, knowing that she would never let you down and will always drag her pretty ass off the couch to keep you company at your boyfriend's games.

She is in the middle of a rant about how stupid she finds hockey players when you receive a text message from one of said players. A smile spreads over your face as you read it. You jerk your chin towards Nobara and stop her monologue by telling her,

"Sukuna arranged for us to have special seats."

Nobara's eyes widen, and she lunges towards you, grabbing your hand to yank your phone towards her before you can stop her. Her eyebrows shoot to the sky as she reads Sukuna's message with the casual "Love you, baby" and your reply, which is equally lovey-dovey.

"The two of you are so disgustingly cute. It makes me want to puke!"

You huff, feeling your face get hot even as you start to argue with her, but Nobara shuts you down by laughing and linking her arm with yours, pulling you along into the already super crowded arena. She grins at you, yelling over the loud noises in the arena,

"At least your Kirby boy got us better seats! I hope we also get free drinks and snacks!"

"I don't think that's how it works, Nobara!"

But you can't stop smiling broadly as you make your way through the crowd. The new seats are really amazing. They are probably the best in the whole arena, with a perfect view of the rink and the snack stand only a few rows away.

The players enter the ice a few minutes later, and you feel the familiar adrenaline fill your veins. You have come to absolutely love the atmosphere in the hockey arena. The excitement, the loud cheers, the sound of the metal blades on the ice, and the hockey sticks meeting each other.

Sukuna enters the ice, and your eyes are instantly glued to him. His helmet is casually tugged under one arm as he lifts his head proudly. He looks so hot. Tall and broad with that sexy conviction written all over his tattooed face. Everyone can see how intent on winning he is. Ambitious and confident.

The whole arena chants his name, but his gaze immediately strays to you. A lazy, sexy smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face as he lifts a large hand in greeting.

You draw in a sharp breath, Sukuna's intense, deep gaze hitting you so hard somehow, making everything even more real at that moment. This is Sukuna's first game, that you watch since the two of you became a couple. This sexy guy on the ice isn't just your fuckbuddy anymore, not just the hot hockey player who somehow decided you are his lucky charm. Sukuna is your boyfriend!

A stupid smile lifts your lips. You feel light-headed all of a sudden as Sukuna's smirk softens into a smile, too. He winks at you, making a kissy face in your direction, completely unashamed about this very public display of affection.

A happy giggle escapes your broadly smiling lips as you beam at Sukuna. You mouth the words "Good luck!" and Sukuna smiles broadly at you, mouthing something back while pointing at you, and you think it means, "I will score a goal for you, baby."

You blow him a kiss, hearing Nobara next to you make a retching noise.

But you don't care about the groaning coming from Nobara as you sit down on your seat again, getting ready to watch your boyfriend's ice hockey game.

Sukuna is marvelous as always, leaving you starstruck with his fast and brutal play style. He's skating across the rink at neck-break speed, skilled and confident, like the King that he is. Yuuji and Todo are on his left and right, body-checking their opponents to keep them away from Sukuna. And Sukuna takes on the rest of the players who dare get in his way, slamming them into the boards or onto the ice with his full body weight, not letting anyone or anything stop him on his way to the goal.

When Sukuna scores the first time, the puck hits the net so hard it almost seems to tear, and the whole arena is on their feet, screaming and cheering, celebrating their star player. Sukuna pushes one hand in the air in a victorious gesture, his brother jumping onto his back, yanking Sukuna's helmet off to ruffle his pink hair, making Sukuna laugh, looking so genuinely happy that it makes your heart thump wildly.

You are in the stands clapping and cheering, smiling from ear to ear, when Sukuna's maroon gaze finds you, and he grins proudly at you. He says something again, and this time, you can read it unmistakenly off his lips,

"For you."

It sends the butterflies in your stomach fluttering crazily, and you laugh and lift your hands in a big heart, laughing even louder when Nobara elbows you,

"Oh, stop it! You are so embarrassing! I swear he looks so fucking stupid like that! And now you also join in. I cannot do this! I will get a sugar shock from all the disgusting sweetness!"

But you keep laughing and feel your heart race when Sukuna grins and winks at you, making another kissy face in your direction. He doesn't mind that the whole hockey arena sees what he is doing. Everyone can know that you are his, and he is yours. And you know 100% that anyone who dares make a rude comment about Sukuna being so soft for his girl will receive a brutal body check that sends them facefirst onto the ice or into the boards.

It's a thought that makes you smile even more broadly. You are Sukuna's official girlfriend. His number-one fan. His lucky charm. His girl.

You get your cute date a week later. The perfect date.

Sukuna sends you a text message while you are in class on Monday morning, casually informing you about his plans.

Sukuna 🏒👑❤️: Make sure to be free this Friday at 8 pm, princess. I'm taking you on a date. And I promise it doesn't involve running this time ;)

You: Where are we going?

Sukuna 🏒👑❤️: It's a surprise. But wear your best dress.

When you ask Sukuna later on about the location, he just smirks smugly at you and ruffles your hair, making you squeal and pat this hand away while he says,

"Don't even bother, baby. My lips are sealed. You'll find out on Friday."

So, on Friday evening, you pace up and down the living area of your apartment impatiently, wearing your best dress after spending an hour on your makeup, which Nobara even helped you with.

Sukuna's taking you to a restaurant, you are pretty sure about that. But you are low-key worried that you will be overdressed with the pastel pink cocktail dress with the chiffon sleeves and the glittery flowers sewn on the waistline. It's a dress you bought a few years ago for a wedding party.

But then Sukuna knocks on your door, and you yank it open impatiently, only to gasp when you see him. You were definitely right to wear your most fancy dress. Because your boyfriend is also dressed to the nines. And he looks hellishly attractive!

Sukuna is wearing a black suit that sits snugly on his tall and muscular body, accentuating his athletic figure perfectly. Combined with a dark red dress shirt that brings out his maroon eyes, a black tie, and some really nice black shoes. In his hands is a huge bouquet of red, pastel pink, and white roses that he pushes into your arms as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

You automatically take the flowers but are too busy staring at Sukuna. He looks so handsome that you can't stop yourself from letting your gaze slowly travel over his body. When you finally reach his tattooed face, you are greeted by Sukuna's broad grin.

"Like what you see, princess?"

"Yeah, you look really good, baby."

He grins broadly at you, raising an eyebrow cockingly as he shrugs,

"I always do."

"Oh, Kuna!"

You roll your eyes, smacking his broad shoulders playfully, and groan dramatically, which turns into a happy chuckle when you feel Sukuna sneak his strong arms around your waist and pull you to him.

You wrap one hand around Sukuna's tie to lightly tug on it as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him. You can feel his lips lift in a smile when he kisses you back, slow and teasingly, licking into your mouth in a way that makes you a bit dizzy.

But Sukuna pulls away again after a moment, only his large hand stays on the small of your back, caressing you lightly. His low voice is a velvety murmur,

"You look absolutely beautiful, princess. Clearly stealing the spotlight from me, and that is not something I say lightly."

He winks at you, making you burst out laughing happily as you finally take time to look at the flowers in your hand, bringing them to your nose to inhale their scent.

"The flowers are so pretty. Thank you so much!"

And as smug as Sukuna usually acts, you see his face turn into an almost flustered expression. To your surprise, your bad boy makes a gesture that you only knew from his twin brother so far. He averts his gaze, lifts his large hand, and scratches his neck, staring at a space slightly left to your face while he informs you,

"I wasn't satisfied with the bouquets that woman at the flower shop showed me, so I had her make one exactly how I wanted it for you. Pink is you, and red is me... and the white is for my Tigers hoodie that I wore when you slammed into me at our first meeting."

You are sure your heart just melted into a puddle. A little squeaky noise escapes your lips as you lunge at Sukuna, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. And he chuckles and asks,

"What?"

"Oh, nothing... I just think you are the best."

And you know he can feel your smile against his chest just like you can feel his smile when he leans down to breathe a kiss on your forehead.

"Did you win the lottery?"

You look incredulously at Sukuna as you stand in front of the fanciest restaurant in the whole region. Sukuna just grins at you, lifting one eyebrow playfully,

"Only the best is good enough for my girl."

"But..."

"Shhh. This is a special occasion, so let me spend a little money. I swear it's okay. I know someone who works here. He used to play hockey with me, and he gives me a discount."

You are sure that even with a discount, the meal is still too expensive for a college student, but you don't say it and instead just smile at Sukuna and thank him as you bump into his side.

The guy at the reception desk waves over a waiter, who leads you to your table for two. You feel your pulse race as you walk on Sukuna's arm, feeling as if you got teleported into a romance novel where the main character gets introduced to the fancy life at some Mafia prince's side or something.

The thought makes you laugh softly under your breath, and Sukuna only adds to that little fantasy, acting like a true gentleman. He pulls out your chair, helps you sit down, and then holds your hand atop the table, occasionally bringing it to his lips and kissing your fingers, giving you crazy butterflies with everything he does.

The food is incredible, and Sukuna is a charming conversation partner, who is funny and smart, just like you know him from your lunch breaks in the dining hall. But tonight feels different. Special. Almost magical. Both of you are dressed in your fanciest clothes, sitting in this exclusive restaurant, surrounded by an elegant and luxurious atmosphere, while your table is filled with the fanciest meal you have ever seen.

Sukuna really went all out. He truly meant it when he promised to take you on the best date.

The four-course meal he booked is delicious, and the wine that goes with it tastes amazing, even though you doubt you have the exquisite taste buds for actually being able to tell which wine is good and which isn't. You eat the delicious food, drink your wine, and toast to your newly updated relationship status, joking around and flirting playfully the whole time.

By the time your dessert arrives, you feel completely happy and satisfied, exhilarated by the luxurious meal and Sukuna's company. The waiter places a huge plate with various desserts in front of each of you, making you go, "Ooooh!" which brings a super pleased grin to Sukuna's face.

You both dig into your desserts, but you realize that Sukuna doesn't touch one of the variations at all. The one which you like the most. A knowing smile plays around his lips when he scoops some of it onto his spoon and offers it to you wordlessly.

You smile at Sukuna, whispering a thank you when he brings the spoon to your lips, and feeds you your favorite dessert. It's cute, loving, and even sexy, given how sensual the act of it is. Your heart beats even faster, making you feel so light-headed and happy that you can't stop smiling.

Sukuna looks happy, too, and it makes your heart flutter. He must have really wanted to excel at this whole date thing and make this evening special. Because you are special to him.

You watch him eat, soon finding out which dessert is his fave, and safe it up for him, too, which leads to both of you playfully reaching across the table to feed each other the other's favorite dessert, laughing and joking around until both of your plates are empty.

Sukuna's large hand wraps lightly around your wrist, holding it as he lets you feed him the last spoon of the cherry chocolate pudding he liked the most. A small grin plays around his lips as he takes the spoon carefully into his mouth, and his maroon eyes look deeply into yours.

It makes you flustered somehow, feeling like a teenager on her first date, and you giggle nervously as you feel your face get hot. But you don't look away, too transfixed by how good Sukuna looks and by the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you.

"This is the best date I've ever had, Kuna."

His smirk is smug as hell when he replies with a,

"That was my goal."

At the same moment as you add,

"But you really didn't have to spend so much money on me! I would have also been happy with eating your home-cooked dinner."

Sukuna laughs softly, that low rumble that makes the hairs on your arms stand up and makes that delicious tingling feeling flow through your veins. His maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours, so serious despite his cocky attitude,

"This is our first real date, princess. I want it to be one you will never forget. Not my everyday cooking in my kitchen, not a stupid hockey party or a mediocre restaurant that you can just visit every day. I want it to be special."

You are sure Sukuna can see the little hearts in your eyes because that's how you feel. Overflowing with affection and love. No one ever put that much effort into being with you.

Just when you are about to get too emotional, Sukuna adds with a little smirk,

"And I definitely had to find something better than a morning run that almost made you puke."

You look into his eyes for a long moment, trying to control yourself, but you can't hold back and snort loudly, bursting out with laughter. Too loud for this solemn atmosphere. You press a hand over your mouth, but you can't stop, tears welling up in your eyes from how hard you are laughing. And Sukuna joins in, laughing the kind of laugh that he only allows you and his twin to see.

It earns the two of you some scandalized stares. The tables around you seem to be so calm and collected, so professional and restrained even at a private dinner, and your loud laughter is so completely opposite to that and carries through the whole room, making everyone look at you. But it makes you laugh even more, unable to stop, while you still look at Sukuna.

The guy at the table next to yours clears his throat loudly, catching Sukuna's attention, who cocks his head at the man while raising an eyebrow slowly,

"What? Are you allergic to fun?"

The man and his wife both inhale sharply, eyes widening, both opening their mouths but then closing them again without saying anything after taking a good look at Sukuna's tattooed face. And you hide your face in your hands as more loud laughter bubbles out of your mouth.

You feel exhilarated when you walk to Sukuna's car, a bubbly feeling in your chest and a smile on your face even as the chilly nightair hits your naked shoulders and makes you shiver. But Sukuna is perceptive as always, immediately taking off his suit jacket to drape it over your shoulders before he wraps his arm around you and pulls you against his side to keep you warm.

You are sure anyone who walks past you can see how smitten you are. It's a wonderful feeling, the kind that makes you smile nonstop. Even more so when you reach Sukuna's car, and he holds open the door for you and closes it carefully behind you before he jogs casually around the car and gets into the driver seat with a dazzling smile on his tattooed face.

The drive back to campus takes about an hour. You spend most of it in comfortable silence and the occasional laugh when you remember the way the other guests reacted to your laughing fit. Sukuna lights a cigarette, smiling as he takes a deep drag and slowly exhales the smoke. He quickly turns up the heat, making sure you stay warm despite the open car window.

And you sigh happily as you snuggle into Sukuna's jacket and lean back in the comfy leather seat, reaching out to put one hand on Sukuna's muscular thigh, where it stays the whole drive home.

Sukuna parks in front of your dorm and walks you to your door, still the perfect gentleman. But before you can remark on it, he kisses you. A sweet, deep French kiss, where both of his tattooed hands cup your cheeks, and he tilts your head back to kiss you even deeper.

You feel weak in the knees, grateful for Sukuna's tall, strong body to lean against, sighing softly into the kiss, wishing it will never end.

When Sukuna pulls away, you reach out immediately and grab his tie, smiling at him as you let your gaze trail over him again. He really looks fine as hell. You tug on his tie, pulling him closer again, and tilt your head to grin up at him,

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Stay the night, baby. I want this date to last the whole rest of the day."

And Sukuna's eyes twinkle playfully as he grabs your chin and slowly leans down,

"I'm going nowhere. As long as you'll have me, I will always stay the night, princess."

SIGHHHHHHH 💗💗 That date with him would make me melt, too. I hope you enjoyed it!! The thought of Sukuna dressing super nice in a suit and tie is always very delicious to me.

Thank you so much for reading and for all the love! I hope you liked the new chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

In Chapter 14, we will see our dear dormmate Nobara maybe becoming a bit softer for our hockey boyfie lol + Reader taking care of a pissed-off Sukuna, who lost a game ;) He needs us so bad 😘

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk fluff #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n

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aninipanin1 · 5 months ago

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CUPID'S ARROW HIT

100 Followers Special!

Part 1, Part 2 Coming Soon

Cupid's arrow hit ISAGI YOICHI in a normal and supposed miscellaneous interaction. It was supposed to be another day in Blue Lock, one filled with training and the usual schedule, but unbeknownst to his past self, it will become an unforgettable day. A day where he saw you struggling, the schedule and pressure of being the manager of more than 200 players, all with differing personalities, playstyles, and characteristics, meaning, different approaches, perspective, and techniques. Yet, you were not phased. In fact, you seemed to enjoy it, as evident by the sparkle in your eyes that was vacant of any regrets or tiredness, especially when you interacted with the players, did chores and gave tips to them. It was like you loved the challenge and the fact that you can help him and the others. He confirmed this every time he sees the beautiful and genuine smile on your face when he and anyone else succeeds, a showing of happiness that others are succeeding because of you with no trace of even taking any credit even if you deserved it.

"You seem to enjoy the tons of work given to you, Y/n-chan."

"It isn't that I enjoy work. I enjoy it because I get to help the people whom I love."

"...Thanks. I- No, I meant...we love you too. As long as it continues, making you happy and not stressed.

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit BACHIRA MEGURU the moment you looked at him. It was not love at first sight, far from it. What he meant is when you first looked at him with your real eyes, with the real emotions and experience all embedded in your irises, the eyes without faux overpolitedness and professionalism. Instead, you allowed the eyes of an egoist, a dreamer, and a worker to finally take its place as you stood in front of him in that field as he did a solo practice. Your eyes, your expression, the way you quipped your mouth in thought, it all was like a beautiful story to him, a spectacle that should only be seen by those who would appreciate your hidden and true self. He always believed in the saying: "The eyes are the windows to the soul," and when he saw yours, never did he believe he will ever see a soul as beautiful and exhilirating as yours. It glowed, almost like it reflected the sun itself, full of hidden fire that you sadly cannot see yourself, which never fails to disappoint the blonde. If only you can see your own beauty, there would be many maybes that would be answered and fulfilled.

"So, you believe your ego can be achieved by helping us succeed?"

"Uhuh. I believe that someone like me is more fitting of being the mechanic than the engine."

"I like that! Did anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest eyes ever, Y/n-chan?"

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit CHIGIRI HYOMA when he got a whole box to himself just for his knee care. It was not that you gave it to him because he did ask for it. However, he did remember the tone and words he used to ask you for one was not the most ideal or polite way to ask for a favour. He knew deep down that he had a not so desirable personality. He was sassy, sarcastic, and blunt to a fault, characteristics that led to a lot of people not really liking him in the past years. But, he was not a monster! He did feel really bad for how he said what he said, probably because he just woke up and did not have his breakfast at that time yet, but he knew it was no excuse. But, to his surprise, you did not seem to be offended. Quite the opposite, you were beaming the moment you gave him the box and excitedly showed him everything that was in the said box. Your patience and kindness made his heart beat up a little faster than usual.

"And then I added a few more cooling packs just in case...and um that's all!"

"You really outdid yourself, huh? Sorry, I was being a little rude when I asked you for this."

"Rude? You were..?"

"Pfft- hahahaha, you're the most clueless person I know when it comes to tones and emotions, Y/n-chan. That's why I think being with you is really calming and pleasant, you know? You rarely stress yourself over something, it's amazing."

Timeline: Second Selection (Still with Kunigami and Reo)

Cupid's arrow hit KUNIGAMI RENSUKE the moment he saw you happily and cutely eating and enjoying your lunch time. It was a rather tame and boring display if you asked any other person. But, in his eyes, it was quite adorably how your cheeks inflated to accommodate the food you kept inserting in your mouth. It showed him a much more vulnerable side to your usual professional and intellectual approach to your work around them and the facility. It also eases his chest up when he sees you rest and have time for yourself, he loves your help and is always thankful for it, but he also knew how important it is to have time for oneself to rest and rethink about everything. Besides, cozy and comfortable you is quite adorable in his eyes, especially when you are all small and swallowed up in your seat, mindlessly eating in a ball, hugging your legs.

"Never change, Y/n-chan."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Kunigami-san?"

"Heh, I meant, to not change your habits. Youre really cute this way, Y/n-chan."

"Hmm...I'll take that as a compliment I guess."

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit BAROU SHOEI the moment you offered to help him clean up the room, his teammates left behind (ahem Nagi and Chigiri ahem). It was not just because he deemed your cleaning skills worthy or impressive (it was one of the reasons, yes), but the main reason was definitely the calm look on your face as you picked up the dirty socks and scattered shoes around the room. Your face screamed the opposite of annoyance, an expression he expected but was proven wrong. Most don't really like the notion of cleaning up others' mess, but your patience and thoughtfulness definitely made him raise an eyebrow. After all, if he was in your position, having to take care of guys your age who could not even care for their own space, he would be ready to throw all their things at their faces. But, he was not you, and he was a little curious about what goes inside your mind for you to act the way you do.

"You're too patient. Let them clean the mess they made."

"It's nothing, Barou-san. Besides, I know you all are tired from training, this is the least I can do."

"Tsk, you're too kind. People are going to use that, you know?"

"Hmm, I'd let them be. Its their loss and conscience when they decide to use my goodwill. I'm the one who'll get the points for staying kind anyway."

"...Whatever." (He was secretly blown away by your answer, though)

Second Selection (4 man team with Isagi, Chigiri and Nagi)

Cupid's arrow hit NIKO IKKI when the barriers of the awkward stage finally let itself down between the two of you, creating moments where you two would talk for hours on end when it came to similar likes and dislikes. The moment you started to talk about his favourite mangas or praise all his favourite ice cream flavours, Niko was convinced you were his soulmate of sort. Cringy, most would say, but to him, it was more than natural, like it was meant to be. And just as he thought that you could not win his heart even more, you had the audacity to comment that you found his messy bangs and eyes adorable when you managed to get a peek of them? The eyes he was insecure about and thought too intense due to him listening and taking in the words from his bully from the past? Those eyes...?

"I have pretty eyes? Me...?"

"Yeah! Why do you sound unsure?"

"Well, because it's really ugl- nevermind...its nothing."

2 week break after the U-20 match

Cupid's arrow hit NAGI SEISHIRO in such a mundane yet intimate moment, a window in time where domesticity felt something akin that of a melancholic nostalgia as he looked at you, watching your cute and miniscule frustration at a simple game that you were currently playing on his switch. The current look of concentration mixed with frustration, a look that he had not seen on your face before, made the organ in his chest agitated. Why? Was it because of the beautiful contrast the lighting of the gadget gave to your face, making you look like a celestial being? Or maybe even the way you trusted him enough to lay your weight on his arm and shoulder as your full attention was on the game? He did not care. He thought it was too much of a hassle to even find the reason. After all, he liked the feeling, so the meaning was pretty much irrelevant, right?

"Nagi-san, how do you do this level?"

"..."

"Nagi-san?"

"...Huh? What did you say?"

2 week break after the U-20 Match

Cupid's arrow hit MIKAGE REO more and more every time he hears or sees your responsible and patient personality shine. Yes, you were indeed beautiful, but so were other girls, but with your mix of kindness, beauty, intelligence, and the ay you carried your responsibilities both professionally and emotionally was the reason why his head will turn your way again and again with no fail. Specifically, your kindness. It was a different type of kindness, one that he had never felt before due to how its roots are just your innocent desire to help everyone around you, with nothing in return. In this dog-eat-dog world, nothing is for free anymore. It is either you pay or return the favour, which was fair, but you, your presence, and gentleness were unconditional which was a breath of fresh air, especially towards someone like him who was used to conditionings.

"Y/n-chan! Let me help you with that!"

"Eh? It's fine Mikage-san-"

"I insist, for once, let me repay your kindness, even if it's unconditional."

Neo Egoist League

Cupid's arrow hit ITOSHI RIN the moment you approached him after the long break of the players from the facility, expressing to him that you found his play in the end of the U-20 match his most mesmerising play compared to his usual elegant ones. That you loved his original playstyle, his original ego, much more beautiful, much more him, like he was free from the clutches of anything in the world. He did not understand it. His brother looked at him in that certain moment like he was a disgusting monster, to which he did not care, but he did believe that. He was ready to play the villain as long as he got to beat his rivals. However, you embraced that monstrosity, that horrific, mangled ego of his just because it was him, compared to his once elegant playstyle that tried to copy his elder brother's ways. And for once, the princess embraced the big, bad, and ugly monster instead of the powerful hero, finding its fangs and horns beautiful.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"I know its disgusting. You don't have to hide it, I don't care if you find it that. Victory is all that matters to me anyways."

"No. It's not disgusting. To me, it's your statement to the world that you're not Itoshi Sae's little brother, but Itoshi Rin. It's who you are, Rin-san, and whoever finds it hideous or disgusting is boring for wanting someone to just fit in their box of expectations."

Neo-Egoist League.

Cupid's arrow hit ITOSHI SAE in one normal, albeit chilly Thursday evening in Spain. He just got home from his practice as he cosied up on his bed, typing away on his phone, eyes waiting patiently for you to send a reply on each question and input he asked. He had friends before, even as a young kid, although scarce, he was not exactly a loner. However, due to his cold responses and dry knowledge about anything other than football made him a victim of being the odd one out in his friend group most of the time, with all of his so-called 'friends' not putting any effort to include or even try to understand what he says or does, just continuing on with whatever they were saying or doing, making it feel like a secret code where he was the only not included in. To which the redhead did not have any problem with, used to being alone and independent, but to see you actively try to understand his points of view and to even teach him the silliest things you knew just so he would not be lost in whatever conversations you both may have made his cold heart feel somewhat warmer, especially in the middle of the cold night he was currently feeling.

"Are you done explaining what that guy's power is now? You didn't have to type out a whole 500 word essay for me to understand who he is."

"Sorry, Sae-san T_T, but now that you know, I can continue my story!"

"Whatever. Go on."

Neo-Egoist League

Had to cut it in half since there are like 20 plus of them I will write but then my phone started lagging lmao, next part wil be up soon! Thank you again for more than 100 followers!

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

#aninipanin1 #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x manager!reader #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #chigiri x reader #barou x reader #niko x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #bluelockxreader

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insanitysilver · 5 months ago

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Multifandom Fanfic Event Calendar

An attempt at aggregating the events I’ve seen. Not affiliated with any event organizers. Key: ☼ Writing - ♥ Reading. (Updated: 2/4/25)

JANUARY

All Month :

♥ - FaFiCoWriMo / Fanfic Comment Writing Month ( @faficowrimo ) Challenge: Comment on every fic you read during the month of January ☼ - Whumpuary ( @whumpuary ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts

Last Two Weeks of January :

☼ / ♥ - Genuary ( @genuary-fic-event ) Authors / readers share favored Gen fics on social media & add them to the annual Genuary AO3 collection

FEBRUARY

All Month :

☼ - February Ficlet Challenge ( @februaryficletchallenge) Write a 200+ word ficlet based of the daily surprise prompt. Comes with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ / ♥ - Femslash February Event celebrating femslash pairings. Participate by writing, reading, commenting on, and recommending femslash fics. Applicable works can be added to the open ao3 collection and tagged with #femslash february ☼ / ♥ - Femslash February Celebrates Black Women Under the Femslash February umbrella, this event celebrates Black History Month and uses the additional '#femslash february celebrates black women' & '#ffcbw' tags. ☼ - FebuWhump ( @febuwhump ) A month of creating whump works guided by a daily prompt list. ☼ - Feveruary ( @feveruary ) A month of sickfic-based writing prompts. ☼ - Kinkuary ( @kinkuary ) A month of kink-based creative writing prompts.

February 10th - 14th :

☼ - FicWIP's "Hey, Sweetheart" Challenge - ( @ficwip ) Challenge: Use the pet name "sweetheart" in fic or art.

February 15th :

☼ / ♥ - International Fanworks Day / IFD Celebrates fanwork and has a new general theme every year. Hosted by the OTW, they usually run a week of events to celebrate which (can) include: essay calls, surveys, drabble challenges, games & trivia, along with the annual feedback fest post which solicits 10 fic recs based of the prompt of the year. Applicable works can use the ao3 tag.

MARCH

All Month :

☼ - FicWIP's Level Up Challenge - ( @ficwip ) Running through all of February & March, this challenge asks you to pick an aspect of your chosen creative craft you'd like to improve on and see that goal through. ☼ - Multiamory March ( @polyamships ) Create daily polyam-themed work with an optional prompt list and submit to the ao3 collection.

APRIL

All Month :

☼ - Angstpril ( @chaos-company ) Daily angst-themed writing prompts.

MAY

All Month :

☼ - Do-May-Stic ( @domaystic ) Daily domestic-themed writing prompts. Includes a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - MerMay A month of mermaid-themed creative prompts. While perhaps more widely used by visual artists, AO3 has thriving yearly tags for the event. ☼ - Whumpay ( @whumpay ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts

JUNE

All Month :

☼ / ♥ - Gen Work June ( @genworkjune ) Authors / readers share favored Gen fics on social media & add them to the AO3 collection. Writing prompts also available. ♥ - Fanfic Summer Reading Program (Northern Hemisphere) ( @ao3commentoftheday ) A summer-long challenge to encourage people to read and interact with a variety of fics. Mostly self-guided, but comes with a number of attractive achievement badges.

JULY

All Month :

☼ - Fluffuly ( @fluffuly2024) Daily fluff-themed writing prompts

AUGUST

All Month :

☼ -AU-gust / Alternate Universe August ( @augustwritingchallenge ) Daily AU-themed writing prompts. Comes with yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Fic WIP 5k - ( @ficwip5k ) Challenge: Write a complete AU for any fandom in 5,000 words or less. ☼ - Writer's Month ( @writersmonth ) Daily fiction writing prompts. Offers personalized badges at the end and has a yearly ao3 collection.

August 21st :

♥ - Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day A day to celebrate your favorite fic authors, customarily by commenting on their work, sending a nice message to their ask box, and/or mentioning them in a rec post with the '#Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day' & '#FFWAD' tags.

SEPTEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Sapphic September ( @sapphic-september ) Daily sapphic prompts with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Sicktember ( @sicktember ) Daily sickfic prompts with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Tropetember ( @tropetember ) Daily prompts based off popular fanfic tropes (5+1, one bed, etc.) with a yearly ao3 collection.

1st Week :

☼ - Trick or Treat Exchange (Begins) Annual fic/fanart exchange for hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in September, and fics are revealed on Oct. 31st to the annual ao3 collection.

2nd Week:

☼ - Yuletide Secret Santa (Begins)( @yuletidetreasure ) Annual fic exchange for rare/obscure fandoms hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in fall, and fics are revealed on Dec. 25th.

September 15th :

♥ - Comment Day ( @comment-day ) Pick 1+ fics and leave a detailed, personalized comment.

OCTOBER

All Month :

☼ [BLANK]-ober Daily Writing Challenges In the spirit of inktober, a drawing challenge that encourages artists to draw start and finish a small drawing daily, often guided by prompts, many creative-writing-centric events have sprung up. Some are more self-directed than others. ☼ - Fictober ( @fictober-event ) - general fiction writing prompts ☼ - Flufftober ( @flufftober ) - fluff-based prompts ☼ - Kinktober - kink-based prompts ☼ - OC-tober - Make art about your OCs daily ☼ - OTP-tober - Make art about your OTP daily ☼ - Whumptober ( @whumptober ) - whump-based prompts

Final Week of October :

♥ - Just Leave a Comment Fest ( @justleaveacommentfest ) Challenge: leave as many comments as possible. Each day comes with an optional reading theme. Mini-events are often run throughout the year. ☼ / ♥ - FicWIP's Ship Week - ( @ficwip ) Multifandom week of celebrating shipping. Includes a week of writing prompts and a support bingo board for non-writers.

October 31st :

☼ - Good Intentions WIP Fest ( @goodintentionswipfest) A day for celebrating/sharing/posting abandoned WIPS by submitting them to the ao3 collection. Let's give the dead a proper send off. ☼ - Trick or Treat Exchange (Revealed) Annual fic/fanart exchange hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in September, and fics are revealed on Oct. 31st to the annual ao3 collection.

NOVEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Novella November ( @novella-november ) Challenge: Write 30,000 words. ☼ - Rough Draft Month ( @roughdraftmonth ) Challenge: Bring a creative project to completion alongside of other creatives doing the same. Comes with different levels of word-count goals and a flex goal option.

DECEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Hurtcember ( @hurtcember ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts ♥ - Zero Comment Challenge ( @polizwrites ) Challenge: Comment on one or more works with zero comments. ♥ - Fanfic Summer Reading Program (Southern Hemisphere) ( @ao3commentoftheday ) A summer-long challenge to encourage people to read and interact with a variety of fics. Mostly self-guided, but comes with a number of attractive achievement badges.

December 13th - 25th :

☼ - 12 Days of [Blank] Old fandom tradition of doing daily prompts in the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Some are more self-directed than others. ☼ - 12 Days of Christmas ( @12daysofchristmas ) - 12 days of holiday/winter-themed writing prompts. ☼ - Fluffmas - 12 days of fluff, #fluffmas ☼ - Kinkmas - 12 days of kink, #kinkmas ☼ - Smutmas - 12 days of smut, #smutmas

December 25th :

☼ - Yuletide Secret Santa (Revealed)( @yuletidetreasure ) Annual fic exchange for rare/obscure fandoms hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in fall, and fics are revealed on Dec. 25th to the annual ao3 collection.

#this took ages #partially due to the weird way tumblr handles line breaks vs paragraph breaks #anyways mostly tumblr-centric with a few exceptions for larger events #hope this helps ppl connect a bit more #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #IFD #fanfiction #building community

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rhenuvee · 1 year ago

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Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.

They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.

And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.

So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.

He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius

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writingwife-83 · 1 year ago

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Ok friends, I’m gonna do daily word count updates to keep me accountable for the 200 Word a Day for May challenge.

Google doc start point- 676 words

I’ll be back later to update!

If you’re not interested in updates like this idek why you’re following a blog like this lol but go ahead and filter “may writing challenge”

#ww83 writes #may writing challenge #200 words a day #let’s do this!

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fayerie · 19 days ago

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— ACT I: Lights, Camera, Fake it.

Summary. After saving Gojo Satoru’s life, you’re suddenly caught in the spotlight when his team offers you a contract to fake a relationship with him to repair his scandal hit image. Reluctantly agreeing for your own reasons, you face the intense glare of the public and the challenge of pretending affection with a man who’s a master at the performance — even if he claims he isn’t.

— pairing. celebrity Gojo Satoru x f!reader

— info. to join the taglist comment under this post

series mlist. — art by _3aem on twt — wc: 3k — not proofread

you didn’t save gojo satoru’s life out of affection.

you saved it because it was your job as a set assistant and if a 200 pound lighting rig crushed the talent while you were nearby, in charge of adjusting the lighting rigs, the whole shoot would’ve been scrapped — and the blame would’ve landed squarely on your shoulders.

but that didn’t stop the internet from eating it up.

the clip of you tackling the most recognizable face in asia — gojo satoru, six foot something with a jawline that looks like it's been sculpted by gods and a personality better suited for comedy than serious acting — circulated like wildfire. the way he looked at you afterward, dazed and blinking, his white hair in disarray, hands still raised in surrender — it was instant meme fuel. edits. fancams. fanfiction.

and now, apparently, it was also a pr strategy for his team after his recent scandal; just a week ago, gojo satoru’s name exploded across headlines after paparazzi caught him leaving a luxury hotel at 3am with a crying socialite wrapped around him — her engagement ring missing, her mascara streaked, his shirt nowhere in sight.

the video showed just enough to suggest scandal, and the silence that followed only made it worse. rumors took over — cheating, manipulation, something darker — but no one knows the full story. he didn’t deny it. didn’t explain. just smiled through the noise like he didn’t care. sponsors pulled out. projects stalled. his agency scrambled.

a few anonymous “sources” claimed he “crossed a line emotionally” and that she was “taken advantage of” while in a vulnerable state.

#gojoisover trended for three days.

“i’m sorry, what?” you ask flatly.

you’re seated now, across from the man himself in a too bright, glass walled office, staring at a contract that might as well be written in blood.

across the table, gojo satoru looks exactly like he does on billboards and glossy covers — except here, he’s slouched like a delinquent in a chair that costs more than your rent. one leg draped over the other, sunglasses dangling from his fingers, hair tousled like it’s been styled to look effortless. it pisses you off that it works.

“i’m not doing that,” you add, in disbelief.

gojo doesn’t even glance your way.

he stretches lazily, jaw tilting with a slow exhale, voice thick and unhurried when he finally speaks.

“it’s six months,” he murmurs, smooth as silk. “a handful of appearances. handholding. posing.”

his agent cuts in. “just enough to convince the public he’s capable of something stable. affectionate. low drama.”

gojo lets out a lazy, humorless chuckle. “in other words... boring.”

you turn to him. “then don’t do it.”

he finally looks at you. his gaze is heavy lidded, cool, like the room barely interests him.

“you ever try saying no to a table full of men in suits who know what you’re worth per second?” he says, slow and low. “it’s like screaming underwater.”

his agent interjects again. “you went viral. you’re not famous. you have no online presence and no digital footprints. the public likes you.”

you lift a brow. “i didn’t sign up to be likable.”

gojo’s head tilts slightly. he watches you now, really watches — like you’ve said something that woke him up a little, piqued his interest — maybe.

his smile slips at the corners.

“you wouldn’t have to do much,” his agent continues. “a few interviews. red carpet appearances. affectionate photos. you’re allowed to keep your private life private. this is all surface level.”

“surface level,” you repeat. “that’s supposed to be comforting for me?”

gojo exhales through his nose, head leaning back against the chair. “don’t take it personally. none of this is personal. it’s just pr strategy.”

“you don’t like this either,” you say, more of a statement than a question.

he shrugs, voice dropping quieter, lower, then he closes his eyes, probably tired from all the shootings. “i don’t fake things well.”

“aren’t you an actor?”

he opens one eye, a smirk appears at the corner of his mouth. “bingo.”

the paper in front of you doesn’t budge. it just waits — silent, oppressive, too full of zeroes for you to ignore.

your eyes drift back to the number. it's not money. it’s freedom.

your father’s treatment. your brother’s tuition. your own life — something bigger than scraping by in the shadows of other people’s fame, tossing you money not sufficient for a week. you should probably walk away, you should say no, that they can't bribe you with money.

but instead, you reach for the pen.

“you don’t get to touch me unless there’s a camera on us,” you mutter, flicking your signature across the page.

gojo’s smile returns — slow, lazy. he leans back like a man with all the time in the world, voice smooth as honey when it leaves his lips.

“mmh,” he hums, the sound low and easy. “sure.”

his voice dips a little lower, that amused lilt creeping back in. “but let’s not pretend you’ll stay that strict for long.” he winks.

you pause. your gaze shoots to him.

he’s already turning away like the conversation’s over — but then he adds, with a smirk ghosting across his mouth once more:

“i also really hope you like flash.”

you grimace.

every part of you wants to snap something back — but you’ve already shoved the pen across the table and are halfway out of your chair. your hands are stiff, your jaw tighter than it should be, your steps too fast.

if you don’t leave now, you might say something you’ll regret.

and just like that—

the contract is signed.

the cameras haven’t even started rolling, but something tells you the real performance just began.

the elevator doors slide shut with a hiss, sealing off the glass bright office out of sight and everything you just agreed to inside.

your hand is still shaking. not visibly. not enough for anyone to notice. but you feel it — in the way your fingers press too tightly around your phone, the way your thumb misses the unlock button twice before it finally unlocks.

you weren’t even going to check your messages. but you do as an instinct. and there he is. you stare at the screen.

Your boyfriend, who kissed your forehead before you left this morning after staying over, who told you not to let this industry swallow you whole — how could you forget?

you’re supposed to tell him about the meeting — but instead, you let it blur at the edges, ashamed of how much you’re hoping it slips your mind completely.

your stomach flips. hard. when you scroll down and see a whole new set of messages from him, checking in every hour like a worried mother.

you chew the inside of your cheek and tap open the message thread. Then close it. Then open it again.

should you even tell him?

the truth is ugly, even in your own head — outrageous, really: you just signed a contract to publicly date the most recognizable man in the country.

were you supposed to text him something like, hey, don’t take this the wrong way, but i’m probably a gold digger bribed by hush money for my financially unstable family — and in exchange, i’m gonna fake date another guy to help clean up his scandal and get a paycheck out of it?

would he even believe that bullshit? he’d probably laugh. it sounded like something ripped straight out of a bad rom-com.

for six months. on red carpets. on camera. in staged, “intimate” moments designed to look real.

you press the edge of your phone to your forehead and exhale like it might clear something out.

your boyfriend isn’t famous. he’s not even online. hell, he hates the whole industry you work in for the things they've done to you.

you could explain it. spin it. beg forgiveness and swear you didn’t want it — because you didn’t, but that won’t stop it from hurting him.

and besides — it’s not real. it doesn’t mean anything:

gojo satoru barely looked at you in that room. he slouched, smirked, spoke like he was only half listening. he probably won’t even remember your name after six months, and if he does, it’ll be for convenience.

he won’t ask. he won’t dig. you tap out a reply. then delete it. then start again.

you didn’t say a thing about the contract.

“sorry, got caught up in a meeting. i’ll call you tonight.”

a white lie. small. harmless. you hit send.

but the guilt lingers, low and sharp behind your ribs — even if it’s fake, even if it’s for your family…

you’re not sure what hell looks like, but you’re pretty sure it smells like too much perfume and tastes like red lipstick cracking in the corners of your mouth.

a few days ago, you received your first official duty as gojo satoru’s “girlfriend”: attending a fashion event together.

you couldn’t even remember the name — too long, too extravagant, too complicated for someone of your caliber.

or so you thought, staring at your own reflection in the mirror.

people are now fussing around you like you’re a bride on a reality tv show. someone pins a mic near the side of your chest, a bit too close to skin. what did you even need it for?

another tugs the hem of your dress into place. a makeup artist taps at your cheekbone with a beauty blender and gently angles your chin up.

“keep your eyes on him,” she says. “and smile like you’ve known him forever.”

you nod. but your stomach turns. you haven’t even seen him yet.

the hotel lobby where you’re waiting is luxurious, echoing with distant voices, but none of it registers. your thoughts are pounding too loud. you’re not supposed to be here. you’re a set assistant. a background figure. you’re not supposed to be in heels, wearing a dress someone else picked for you, about to step into a scene you didn’t audition for.

outside the hotel glass doors, the crowd roars. the screams of fans and paparazzi rise and fall in waves. camera flashes explode like fireworks. they’re already chanting his name. the pr team probably leaked the address on purpose for your debut — you picked up on that much.

this isn’t a red carpet. this is war for you and of course — your reveal.

the set assistant who went viral for saving gojo satoru. now, playing the role of his girlfriend.

fake, of course. but that detail is yours alone.

he arrives just as you’re exhaling your fifth breath. you hear him before you see him. a smooth voice, a familiar drawl.

“hey, sweetheart,” he says. “ready to pretend we’re in love?” you look up. and there he is.

he looked like he stepped out of a runaway. no, who are you kidding? — he is a model, too.

he’s wearing the dries van noten suit from last month’s paris runway. black silk lapels, tailored waist, open collar. a glint of chain at his throat. he’s undone but sharp, rumpled in that intentional way that costs thousands.

his sunglasses are perched in his snow white hair, tousled and slightly pushed back. his skin glows like it’s been professionally lit. and he’s smiling that same slow, easy smile that the internet eats alive with edits.

he’s obnoxiously beautiful. and the worst part is he knows it. you know it.

he extends a hand. you hesitate — then, slowly, you take it, only then do you notice: you're both matching, each wearing the same colours.

his grip is warm. confident. yours is stiff.

he tucks your hand into the crook of his arm as if you belong there, and just like that, the two of you are walking.

the lobby is suddenly smaller. you can feel every pair of eyes on you as you and gojo satoru approach the front entrance of the hotel. he walks like he owns the marble floors, like the flickering chandeliers are bowing toward him.

outside the revolving doors, the storm is already swelling.

and then — you step out together.

the noise hits like a wall.

flashes. shouting. the low buzz of security trying to hold people back. fans pressed up against barricades. phones in the air, capturing every second.

he lifts a hand, waving like a politician. "showtime," he mutters to you, lips near your ear. his touch doesn’t linger, but it travels. it burns. not in a good way.

in a don’t-make-this-harder-than-it already-is kind of way. the car door opens. a long, black vehicle, glossy like lacquered ink.

he lets you slide in first. you do, silently.

once inside, you sit stiffly, tucking your legs to the side as best you can in your dress. the fabric feels too tight, too short. the makeup on your face too heavy. your skin prickles with awareness.

he follows, slipping in beside you with the same ease he uses to slip through cameras and conversations. his knee bumps yours as he manspreads. you pull back instinctively.

he doesn’t seem to notice. or maybe he does. and he just doesn’t care.

he lounges beside you like it’s any other night. one hand on his thigh, the other adjusting his watch with that same idle grace that makes people fall in love with him from behind a screen.

but you’re not in love. you’re not even interested. what you are is overwhelmed — anxious, guilty for lying to your boyfriend, full of regret — but determined to make your family’s life better.

the car pulls forward. the driver says nothing. the partition rises. and suddenly, it’s quiet. insulated.

and that’s worse.

because now there’s nothing to drown out your thoughts with.

“we’ll step out together,” he says after a moment, eyes still on the passing lights outside. “walk like it’s second nature. hold my hand if you want. or don’t. just don’t trip.”

“thanks for the encouragement,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, sarcastic. his mouth twitches.

he turns his head slightly to look at you. his gaze lingers. not affectionate. not curious. just assessing.

“if it helps,” he murmurs, “you look like you belong here.”

you don’t respond. your heart is already galloping ahead of you, preparing for the next performance, the big one, this time.

the car slows down.

he steps out first. the flashbulbs go off instantly, blinding bursts that eat the night. he poses with the natural ease of someone who’s done it a thousand times. fingers splayed in a careless wave. smile lopsided. chin tilted just right.

the crowd screams. and then he turns, offering his hand to you. you take it.

the moment your heels hit the pavement, the noise doubles.

lights erupt all around you. cameras click in rapid succession. someone yells your name. another screams his.

the sidewalk feels unsteady beneath your feet — no, the world feels unsteady.

a thousand flashes strobe across your vision. people are screaming. pushing forward behind barricades. reporters lurch in with microphones like weapons.

you blink against the lights, smile faltering. your chest feels too tight.

and then — his hand finds yours again. a light squeeze. not forceful. not showy. just there.

“deep breath,” gojo murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. you try. but your inhale is shallow. it catches in your throat.

voices rise, slicing through the static:

“aren’t you the set assistant who went viral for saving gojo satoru from a light rig?”

“what’s your name? are you dating?”

“hey, gojo! what happened to that woman from two weeks ago?”

“did you cheat on her?”

the words crash over you like waves. sharp. relentless.

you flinch. fingers twitch. your free hand lifts like it might shield your face, you're not used to this, you overestimated yourself, you can't do this, you're not meant to be here — but gojo moves quicker.

he turns toward you just slightly, still smiling for the cameras. his hand slides from yours and guides it, smooth and easy, to rest over his chest.

your palm lands flat against silk and warmth. his hand covers yours — solid, grounding. he leans in, voice barely audible beneath the noise.

“they’re always like this,” he murmurs. “you’re doing fine.”

you don’t respond, you’re not sure you can as you desperately try to breathe in some fresh air, under the gaze of the blinding lights.

they're too bright. the crowd is too loud. the questions are piling on, pressing in like heat, making you overstimulated. gojo adjusts your position to pose like he's done this a million times. for someone who didn't want this, he for sure played the part just fine.

his hand grazes your hip, subtle. his fingers brush a piece of hair behind your ear. his body angles yours toward the cameras just right.

he’s managing the scene. managing you.

you focus on the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand. because everything else is moving too fast.

his laugh cuts through the chaos — practiced, charming — as he leans in, whispering something you don’t catch.

you nod with a smile anyway. because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

another voice barks calling out for you to answer. another microphone is shoved in your direction.

gojo’s hand presses a little firmer over yours. his body shifts even closer, acting as a soft barrier between you and the crowd. you hated him, hated this whole industry from the start, but in this moment, his grip is the only thing keeping you from unravelling and running away.

so you stand there. pretending, faking. letting the noise wash over you like a cold shower in the winter.

then, in the silence beneath the shouting — the part no one else sees, the part you won’t say out loud — you realize something.

a few days ago, he told you he doesn’t fake things well. not good at pretending, he said. you were utterly fooled. he is an actor after all of course he'd handle this well.

what a liar.

and as the cameras keep flashing, his hand stays steady on yours, you wonder—

how could someone this composed, this untouchable, who handled everything amazingly so far be the center of so many scandals this past year? leaving that kind of chaos behind him like smoke trails.

you don’t know. and maybe you won’t ever get to have an answer.

but right now, under all the makeup and perfume and eyes that don’t blink—

you’ve never felt more unlike yourself.

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