What Is Left Between The Sun And Moon.

| Curiosity killed the cat |

{Muzan x F!reader}

{part two here}

summary: Humans are weak, feeble and imperfect. And yet, you somehow caught the attention of a very powerful, albeit lonely, demon lord.

warnings: hints at an illness/ weak body, slight yandere muzan?

A/N: SORRYYYY!!! I haven’t been writing much but I have exams and stuff... anyways!!! my love for this demon is incomprehensible <3

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The pale moonlight shown brightly from above. Illuminating the path in which you were to take home. You grumbled as you tidied away the objects of your stall, even a simple task such as this proved difficult in your feeble state.

Sighing your head turned in the direction of your family home, only your path was obstructed by the shadow of a threatening presence. You smiled and called out the man, querying if he had any needs you could fulfil. The man appeared uninterested and frankly bored with you. However, he turned to face you when he finally decided to reply.

“What’s a girl doing out alone at night? Aren’t you aware of the predators that lurk in the shadows?”

His questions hindered no ill will, simply driven by a burning curiosity. His ruby eyes bore into you with such a passion you could swear it be hunger.

You smiled gently gesturing to the objects you had yet to pack away into the basket you were to carry home. See you were the eldest of three girls, with no men to support the family you were forced to do so alone while your sisters learned the proper etiquette of becoming a full fledged women.

There was much expected from you, with the passing of your father a few years ago your world had been turned upside down. You were expected to dress, act and speak properly. You were expected to carry out the roles of a future lady to be. However, you were expected to run your family’s sides business. You were expected to carry out the hard manual labour of what should have been left to a son or a worker. But with you family left without a man to aid your family you were forced to take the reigns.

When you spoke again your voice was an octave lower and tone a little more cautious. You held up a small bag, roughly the size of a purse and pointed to it with the same gentle smile gracing your lips.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories of demons that preyed in the night, she always forced me to carry this little bag of wisteria.”

You could’ve sworn in the moment that you held up the bag the man before you physically flinched. His plum red eyes narrowed in disgust as he scrunched up his nose. But, before you could begin to process his change in demeanour he suddenly returned to his former stoic self.

“A pretty, young human girl such as yourself best head your grandmother’s words.”

He informed you, eyes nervously darting between yourself and the sashay of wisteria. The way in which he spoke would have made any normal person question whether or not he was even human. He spoke to you like he was from an entirely different species and yet you weren’t afraid.

In fact you were intrigued. Your mind chose to focus on his compliment. Pretty. A blush crept up your neck and flooded it’s way onto your cheeks. You could only pray that the dim light from the moon disguised your blush, even if just slightly.

The man before you observed your change. His eyes were sharp, the blush tainting your delicate features did not go unnoticed. Neither did the quiet fidgeting of thumbs. He scrutinised you, practically watching the cogs turn in your head as you processed his words, figuring out how to respond.

As much as his curiosity drove him to stay and query you more he had more important things that he ought to be complying to. With a slight nod of his head and a gentle bid farewell he marched on his way, determined to leave behind this feeble girl and his curiosity.

That was before he heard the gentle call of the girl once more.

You jogged up to meet him, a quiet pant leaving your lips. A simple task such as jogging after a stranger had you spent. You truly questioned how you could last much longer with growing responsibilities and in such a weakened state.

“I just... wanted to... give you this.”

You managed to let out in between quiet pants. The man shifted until his body was completely facing you. Once his attention was on you, you gestured to his hair.

“May I?”

He watched your closed palm shift closer to him. Obliging, silently, he lowered his head so that you could reach up towards him. He was unsure in that moment why he simply silently obliged to a human yet he could not help it.

You pulled away and gleamed brightly. “Ta-da!” You cheered ever so slightly. For in his hair you had clipped back a red spider lily pin, the perfect shade that matched his eyes.

He opened his mouth to not only question your actions but to scrutinise you for daring to do such a thing when you spoke first.

“It’s free of charge by the way... you see the red reminded me of your eyes and they just...”

You trailed off, awaiting a sign to continue. When he raised an eyebrow in response you continued.

“They’re so perfect.”

You concluded. At that he froze. Not once had he ever been referred to as perfection. It was the one thing the man strove for in his entire existence and yet no one ever complimented him on it. He didn’t believe he was perfection not until he had conquered his desire to set foot in the sun, however, he you were some lowly human defining something of his to be perfection. It certainly made his chest swell in pride. Clearing his throat he begun.

“This was... a king gesture. But I must be on my way.”

He turned once more when you called out to him one last time.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!”

“Muzan. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

- - -

{Bonus}

Muzan sat at his throne in the infinity fortress. Twisting and twirling the hair pin you had given him. It had been several months since he’d seen you and yet not once had he stopped playing that night in his mind.

An unknown desire of curiosity filled him and he longed to have you as his own. He let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled to himself.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

{part two here}

So anyway then I baby trapped him

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

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

genre : nsfw, mdni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

Ushijima enjoy the feeling when you sit on his thighs, naked. He likes the feeling of your slit open and grazing his clothed hard member. He believes he could stay like this all day doing nothing, sitting on the couch with you moving your hip against him and no rush in chasing orgasm

He knows you’re sensitive down there. His hardened clothed cock is enough to make you wet. The front of his short brief now was wet by your fluid mixing with his precum too. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi likes it when your breast press against his wide chest. Your hardened nub pressing or sometimes caressing his chest skin…enough to make him let out a soft groan. His head falls back on the couch headrest, his eyes shut, mouth agape with a soft moan.

You just laying your upper body against him. Your head snuggle at the space between his neck and his shoulder, hands comb through his hair.

“Mnghhh…” you moan softly when your feel his thumb stroking your wet pussy lips and his hips moving upward to make sure his clothed cock press harder in between your slit. You could feel his cock getting harder and bigger.

You give open mouth kisses on his neck as you lazily roll your hip against his pelvis, you giggle when his hips thrust forward to match your rhythm.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” You asked, voice muffle against his neck.

“You.” Ushijima gives a short answer.

You knew he’s not joking, his answer always straight to the point. You giggle again before your right hand slipped into his pants and took out his cock. The glans was red and glistening with precum.

Ushijima groan when you roll your thumb around the head. And his groan getting louder as you lift your hips to slide your wet slit along his throbbing cock. His hands squeeze your butt.

You love seeing his reaction everytime you’re on top of him. 

So you raised your body, standing on your knees straddling his thighs. Your hand guiding the tip of his cock to your slit. Stroking your wet slit with just the tip.

But it’s enough to make Ushijima bites his lower lip, trying to control his heavy groan.

He open his eyes before lift his head to kiss you. “Fuck, do that again… mnhhh,” he said against your lips.

You giggle and continue gliding the head of his cock along your wet slit.

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

Demon Slayer x OP Female Reader

⚠️[Warning: Spoilers for Demon Slayer]⚠️

While reading the manga or watching the anime you fall into a deep sleep unaware of you being sucked into the world of Kimetsu no Yaiba

Isekai style- You are falling higher than a 100 ft from the sky

When you do hit the ground you are completely unharmed which is weird but you’ve read enough fan fiction to know you won’t die from entry

You happen to land in a forest and are forced to walk aimlessly because you have no skills in navigation

You were sure that the sun had set and risen three times and yet your stomach hasn't growled even once

You barely slept either which you thought was weird but took it as your adrenaline pushing for you to find someone

When you came across a little cottage with familiar looking little boys

They looked so familiar but you tried to understand where you had seen them

You eventually decided to try and talk to these kids

“What are those weird clothes you have on?”

“Where did you come from?”

“Why do you look like that?”

You tried to answer without giving away any actual information

Judging by their clothes and the style of the house you guessed this was Japan

Your only refrence was from all the historical anime that you’ve watched before your isekai

A woman who you assumed was their mother came out and gasped when she saw you

“Oh! Young lady please come inside you look as though you’ve been through a tornado!”

You didn’t think you looked that bad but you said nothing as she prepared a bath for you

You both talked while she did your hair

You told her that you woke up in the forest and had been walking around for three days

At least some of that was true

“Ah Tanjiro! Come meet (Y/n).”

You knew where you were now…and you were scared

With in the Winter months the Kamado family would be slaughtered by the king of demons

You debated running away even as they treated you with kindness: clothing you, feeding you

And you near melted at the fluff this family was constantly perpetuating

Tanjiro was your friend but you knew he wasn’t weak he’d push through and bring justice for his family same with Nezuko

What you couldn’t ignore was the deaths of the baby you held and the little girl who wanted to brush your hair

You ultimately decided on the second day of your stay that you’d fight for them even if it was hopeless

You owe it to them

You would start trying to help Tanjiro with his chores: carrying wood, selling firewood, helping villagers

All incredibly muscle driven work– that you oddly found much easier than you should have

You were able to hold tons of wood in one arm no problem even the Tanjiro struggled with two

Your speed was extremely increased which made you the designated hunter especially when the family witnessed you chased after a warthog that had ran into the town

Every one of your senses were increased: hearing, smell, taste, and your intuition

You honestly felt great you could exercise without sleep for days

You did have some drawbacks not sleeping for days resulted in a weird hibernating state

The amount at which you had significantly sky-rocketed leaving your stomach growling even after a full meal with the Kamados

You hoped to at least practice a sword style so you wouldn’t just be swinging something around

The only swordsman you could find was in the town over who had to be convinced through crazy stunts that you were worth teaching

The dreaded day you were fighting against was truly unknown

The only flag of notice being the snow

Something you couldn’t really measure in another town so you tried to write often

You do encounter Muzan Kibitsuji while learning how to fight

You’ll see him walking along the street, suit and all while you're out buying your week’s worth of Ramen

You make eye contact with him and you speedily make your delivery home

You couldn’t make a scene like Tanjiro did you knew these people and even if they believed your story they’d be nothing but fodder for the demon

“I’m glad you could make it. I was worried I’d have to come get you.”

You stood tall and proud at the open door of the dojo opposite to the demon at the end of the walkway. You could practically hear the western duel music and see the tumbleweed roll by as you kept your grip on your sword.

He moved first. Darting to chop your head with a rigid hand. You were surprised he wasn’t too fast for you to register, turns out overestimating him was a good call on your part. Unfortunately your internal praise overclouded the lessons you vigorously prepared for.

“Eek!”

On reflex you punched him square in the face, the flush of wind and dust was all you felt as he smashed against the ground like a pebble on water. You opened your eyes to see the demon lord stay settled in the broken ground, unmoving.

“How. Dare. You. Punch. Me?!!”

You could hear the veins on his head popping out as he steadily came out from his Muzan-shaped crater. You hopped down from the steps. Your best play was your knowledge of the future and your ability to endlessly banter with a villain who’d never give you the time of day. Out of any roasts that a 100+ year old demon would understand you decided to expand your realm of fanfiction knowledge

“So-uh Muzan, do you like have sex with people?”

“Excuse me?”

“Like I’ve got friends who are wondering if you do that sort of thing since you think you're better than humans and stuff.”

You were out of practice when it came to socializing and as a fan you were generally curious if the smut–that you definitely never read– was what really went down. Muzan was cringing. You were cringing because he looked so disgusted. Embarrassed, you decided to beat the growing heat on your face with your first slice, which allowed you to return back to your previous position. You watched as his arm fell after trying to come closer to you.

SO COOL YOU JUST DID AN AWESOME DELAYED ANIME SLICE!!!!!

“Eeeeee I’m so cool now!”

You couldn’t help squealing and kicking your feet up behind you. Of course you practiced but you’d never actually do it for real. You stopped. (Y/n)! You’re fighting a demon right now! You can’t be doing this. You looked up ready to fight only to find Muzan also having his own breakdown. He was holding his face blocking your view of him as he stumbled from his place on the ground.

Did you get one of his eyes?

You didn’t think so but before you could do anything your sensei walked out from the dojo. “(Y/n)? What’s going on?”

Suddenly the threat of danger had returned. You were able to make it just in time to block Muzan from demolishing your teacher.

Your sensei watched as you and this mysterious monster battled faster than their eyes could ever register. The only time he did see anything was when the dust settled. This mysterious man was far away standing on the wall of the dojo and you were holding a boulder that was en route to his face. He wanted to ask you but in a wisp of amazing gusts of wind you were chasing after the demon on the rooftops.

You chased him out of the town into the nearby wilderness, always thwarting his attempts to hurt the people.

“Don’t Forget this Kibitsuji! I’ll get you!”

As he disappeared among the trees, you felt all that you had said was as good as cursing out a platypus. As fast as you were, this event was noticed by most who had questions and eventually called to you for answers.

The weight in your stomach churned, you were worried that the plot was beginning and the death of the Kamado family was near. You fought the tears as the feeling of loss tightened your throat and made your hands sweat. You couldn’t cry now so you relied on the belief that if you can’t help them you’d help who you came across. You sat down those that would listen and explained the existence of demons and their desire to feed. Many didn’t believe you but those who did were willing to plant the Wisteria seeds. Their drive and desire to learn had you speaking about demons into the early hours of sunlight. While helping them plant you had discovered a new ability.

You stuck your hands in the dirt, fighting sleep with the goal of helping. Your eyes were fluttering closed– “Hey the flowers gow for them!” You awoke to the shock of a villager’s booming voice and pointed finger at your buried hands. Your hands had been pushed up where a Wisteria sprout was bedded.. You looked at your hands, incredulous, as you walked, hovering your hand over the dirt, willing these trees to spring up. In your adrenaline and pure excitement you had created enough to fill the entire perimeter of the town.

In appreciation the town promised to keep your existence and knowledge of the demons secret per your request. You had stood just outside the main gate, packed bags, and friendly waves of goodbye before you collapsed. You apparently were too tired from pushing your new body’s limits and were reaping the consequences.

When you awoke it was Winter and you were told to have been sleeping for nearly three months. You wasted no time running at Quicksilver speeds to return back to the mountain edge where the town the Kamado’s frequent.

When you arrived in the little bustling village it was mid-day and by pure coincidence you faced a busy Tanjiro helping around the town.

“Tan–COUGH--jiro! Hey!” You were hunched over catching your breath, closing your eyes in discomfort, missing the hard headed boy darting in your direction.

CRACK

You were glad in this world you were so much stronger– you thought, as you wobbled on your feet. The untoned muscles of the future demon-slayer held your dazed form in a hug; when you gained your bearings you squeezed back. He had so many questions.

“WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU RESPOND TO MY LETTERS?”

“D-did you miss me?”

You told him about a self discovering journey not necessarily yours but one that had you being lost and fighting the elements. You figured now wasn’t the time for him to know about everything you had been through. And you could tell when his nose twitched and he cutely tilted his head exactly what was happening. In his typical thought process you were sure he questioned the smell but couldn’t voice his concerns with your interruption. You lightly put your forehead against his and smiled at him. He smiled too and you both stayed locked in each other's gaze until one of the local boys started teasing you.

You waited for him as he completed his tasks and finished selling his coal. It was dark now and you both decided to start heading up the mount.

“You should stay the night, demons are out there.”

The words that followed solidified your horror. This was the day. As Tanjiro conceded and turned to Old man’s Saburo’s home, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at their trail. You didn’t want to sleep. You wanted to try again. But when Tanjiro turned to you, creasing his burgundy eyebrows and intertwining his hand with yours, you found yourself asking.

“B-but I can go up there. Get home to them I can–”

“(Y/n)” His voice was low and pleading, begging you with his eyes. “Please. You’ll see them tomorrow.” You turned to the forest but his hand stopped you tugging you back into those soulful eyes, ”Please (Y/n). Stay with me.”

His whisper was like an undeniable rule that must be obeyed and that is what you did. You let him hold you as you were eventually pulled into sleep. When you awoke, the smiling face of Tanjiro almost made you forget exactly what would happen on this day.

To be continued...

Day 43 - we had Cafe AU jjk bois, how bout Bartender AU jjk bois (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Edit : Day 44 - added Toji!

you can’t take Wakasa to a bar bc when he gets drunk, he’s an absolute menace to society.

and what I mean by that is that he gets bold, like very bold…

he’s saying how he’s going to fuck you out loud; “m’ gonna beat that pretty pussy up tonight, all the neighbors gonna know my name!” he says into your ear, thinking he’s whispering as he licks your cheek.

he’s constantly kissing on your neck or squeezing your ass in front of Benkei and the others.

but you can’t lie that you don’t like it when he gets a lil’ tipsy bc he’s his nastiest when he’s under the influence. you just love it when he pulls you into the restroom and proceeds to blow your back out..

and let him tell it, he swears your pussy feels warmer and tighter every freaking time.

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.