Timeskip!kenma X Reader. Fluff. Possibly Suggestive. 500wc Camera Shy

timeskip!kenma x reader. fluff. possibly suggestive. 500wc “camera shy”

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“😳😳😳😳”

“did you see that??”

“he got one of them automatic doors”

“😳👻😮‍😪”

“im getting paranormal activity vibes”

“kodz look behind u!!”

Kenma furrows as he glances at his camera feed.

His door is slightly open behind him, still gliding backwards as the carpet beneath him vibrates with minimal movement from where his feet are planted on the ground. Shadows don’t move within eyesight but when he turns skeptically in his chair he’s met with a sight that makes him very audibly…

- giggle.

“What’er you doing?” He asks unabashedly.

You look up at him from where you’re standing on your hands and knees, eyes cutely blinking up at him as his lazy smile widens. “I missed you.” You frown. “And also I think I left my phone in here.”

“Why didn’t you just…?”

“I don’t want them to meet me in my pajamas.” You whisper.

Kenma glances at his feed, chair positioned just at the angle to hide you behind his lap.

“who’s he talking to?”

“ayeee kodz bout to get that gawk gawk”

“is that a girls voice? 😳”

“kodzuken FUCKS”

He reaches for the shelf under his monitor, grabbing the item and pointing it to the direction of the floor. “Here’s your phone.”

You pout. “Can I stay in here with you?”

Kenma thinks for a moment. As much as he’d like that..

“No.” He tries to say as sweetly as possible.

Your pout deepens, enough to make his heart squeeze.

“I love you.”

Ah,

Kenma pushes the “m” key with a firm click, camera feed catching his back as he turns fully away from the camera, until the back of his chair is nearly blocking the entirety of the view. Text rushes the chat as he bends over in his seat, a sliver of his arm visible as it reaches for something below his lap and pulls it upward - until whatever he’s holding is parallel with his face.

His bangs fall over his face and grazes your nose as his lips mesh with yours. Soft and tender - fitting in a kiss that's as slow as it is savory. His fingers buckle themselves firmly into your jaw as he holds you to his lips, your neck stretching to concede to his grip as he keeps you steady against him, and barely stops himself from deepening the kiss.

There’s a soft smack when he pulls away, another one when he leans in to press a second quick kiss to your lips and then another for good measure.

Kenma rubs his thumb into your cheek. “I love you too.” He pecks you again. “So much.”

“- But you gotta go.” He almost snorts when you frown. “You’re too distracting.”

“Okay.” You sigh.

“We can hang out later, kay?” He lifts his head up. “Can show you how much I love you then.”

He lets you take a moment to snuggle into his palm a bit before you finally turn on your hands to leave, and Kenma smiles like he’s finally made it.

He’s glancing back at his stream when he eyes the chat again, moving the chair accordingly to hide any glimpse of you as you crawl out the door and peeking back just a bit to watch your pajama shorts rise.

He knows he’s fucked when the donation tone dings, 22,00¥ gifted in bits and a message that reads out aloud:

“*SourPls* gf reveal or we riot”

Kenma sighs as he unmutes the stream, though maybe not denying it makes it a trillion times worse. “Sorry.” He says plainly.

“…She’s super camera shy.”

The crowd goes wild.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

# day 2. spectrophilia

dilf!fushiguro toji x ghost f!reader

genre. gothic romance, smut

s. father and son move into an antique mansion, ready to start a new life — but the house’s past seems to be waiting for them 

cw. toji is a good dad (megumi is five), oral, praise, pet names, m. solo, size kink, creampie, mating press, fingering, doggy, full nelson, squirting | wc. 6500

tw. characters death, mention of deaths and suicides

kinktober m.list | interactions are appreciated

once it wasn’t in this gloomy condition. it had a clear and wide facade, long windows that were always open, and freshly laundered curtains. the lawn it overlooked was daily tended, the hedges were pruned, and the landlady’s favorite flowers were planted according to the seasons. the woods at the back hid a small lake, and not far away a greenhouse.

now, rose mansion, no longer looked like a kind house. it had taken on the semblance of a place of despair, not meant to be lived in, not fit for people, hope or love. it had become an uppity, alive, evil house.

they arrived toward the end of a mid-june afternoon. they turned into the driveway, and the crunch of the car’s wheels startled the crows clustered in the treetops, which took off cawing around the house.

“what do you think, buddy?” the young man closed the car door behind him before helping a little copy of himself out of the passenger side. “it’s old,” the boy wrinkles his nose, making the man beside him smile.

it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him. a few months earlier he had walked around the halls and rooms of rose mansion with a woman who showed him around the house, step by step, room by room and secret by secret, with amusing talk. he was wearing a dark coat, and his hair was falling over his forehead in a messy way. he looked like he was going through a rough period.

“it’s not old,” toji laughed, taking his child’s hand, “it’s vintage.” he didn’t seem to believe his own words much either. “hey, i know, it’s an ugly, old … old house,” he chuckles opening the front door, “but it’s a new beginning, for us.”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘻𝘦𝘯'𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗻𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗼3.

⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

The night seemed never ending as you and Naoya remained awake, discussing your boundaries and expectations for each other. Usually, around this time, Naoya would be asleep, getting his "beauty rest." However, he is more than willing to stay up for your sake. You allowed him to accompany you to dinner and gave him the best sex of his life. Pillow talking with you was nothing he couldn't do, even if that meant you were yapping his ear out for the last hour or so. 

You informed him about wanting your own space, and being your "fiancé" wouldn't make him entitled to your time. There was a certain way you lived your life, and you wanted to keep it that way, regardless of getting married. Naoya had a very "loud" lifestyle, and you didn't want that to affect yours. Yeah, you did go out almost every weekend, but you weren't as nearly well-known as him. Naoya's prominence didn't bother you as much because your best friend was just as, if not more, famous than him. The same best friend he was being catty with the other day. 

Although you wouldn't mind seeing Satoru and Naoya roast each other, if the two of you were to be serious, he would need to understand that Satoru is your best friend, and that's not going to change. The last thing you wanted was to be put in a position where you had to choose between the two, say if hypothetically speaking, animosity escalated. But, for now, you wouldn't worry much about it because it just seemed like cat and dog beef. 

And lastly, honesty. That was the main thing you wanted from him. You've read most of the articles, seeing what social media said about Naoya. He gets around, which is fine. He's a grown man who happened to be "single," so he's allowed to live as he pleases. Sex is how one interprets. If he sees it as something he did for fun, then who were you to judge? As long as he was clean and getting tested regularly, you didn't care. Though, if your feelings become evident, you would hope he had the decency not to continue with those "flings." If not, you wouldn't be able to continue with this agreement. 

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" 

He hummed. "No. My eyes are just closed. I'm taking in everything you're saying." 

"Am I scaring you away?" 

"Haha, of course not." 

"Dammit. I was hoping to find a way out this arrangement," you teased.  

"Sorry, pretty. I can assure you that you're not going anywhere." 

"Why do I feel like that's a threat?" 

"It's not. It's a promise. Also, 'til death do us part. Remember?" 

"We haven't walked down the aisle yet."  

"I'm aware, but we will." 

"Speaking of, are you planning on inviting your family?" 

"Hm, perhaps not my father and uncle. However, I do have an older cousin. I would say I look up to him. He has a son as well." 

"Oh? That's good. I would love to meet them someday. Whenever you feel like it's ready." 

"I think that would be nice." 

"…Hey—can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm?" 

"What happened between you and your family?" 

He deeply sighs. "Although I would love to talk down on my father and uncle, I don't believe now is the time to discuss that." 

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." 

"No need to apologize. I intend on telling you." 

"Okay…" 

"I have a request for you." 

"Hm?" 

"Will you move in with me?" 

You pressed against his chest to give him a bewildered look. "Move in? I just talked about wanting my own space, and you're already asking me to move in with you, blondie?" 

"I have four bedrooms with two only being used. You can take the upstairs room. We don't have to sleep in the same bed. However, I do believe it's best for us to live together. You don't want us getting married, then realizing you can't live with me, do you?" 

"Hm, good point." 

"Plus, I know you'd rather live elsewhere than with your parents. You informed me they meddle into your personal life quite often." 

"Well, yeah, but I don't pay bills there." 

He chuckled, kissing you on your forehead. "I don't know if you're aware, but I'm filthy rich. Even so, I would never allow you to pay bills. I believe you're my woman now. So your living expenses will be taken care of by me. I'll have my accountant add your name to my accounts." 

You raised your brow. "Your woman? Haha, time to add territorial on the list as well." 

"I never said I wasn't," he smirked. "How's my proposition?" 

"Ugh. It seems like you keep winning me over. Fine. I'll move in, but don't make me regret this." 

"You won't." 

"I'm serious—Don't hurt me." 

"I won't, [Y/N]. I'm certain of this." 

"Okay—I'm going to sleep now," you said, shuffling out of bed to go to the upstairs room. Though, when you tried to, Naoya grabbed your arm. "What's wrong?" 

"Where are you going?" 

"To my room?" 

"Do you not want to sleep with me?" 

You smirked. "Is Mr. Zen'in catching feelings for me?" 

"N-No. It's just you're already here. Might as well?" 

"Haha, might as well." You returned under the covers, placing your leg over his hips, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He happily clasped you into his embrace. His chest was firm but pleasantly comfortable. Maybe this couldn't be so bad? 

"Another round?" 

"Ha, if you can last longer than five minutes." 

His cheeks flushed. "Well, who's fault do you suppose that is?" 

"Whatever. Let's go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives to have sex. I think you'll manage." 

"Oh? You plan to be with me for the rest of your life?" He teased. 

You rolled your eyes. "Good night, blondie." 

"Good night, soon-to-be-wife." 

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You eventually returned to your parent's house to pack your belongings, preparing for your move-in with Naoya. You felt your anxiety climb higher with every item you placed in a box. This probably has to be the most bizarre shit you have ever done. You're moving in with a man, practically a stranger, and you're set to marry in six months. Yeah. No worries. This is completely normal. You were all about taking risks, but even so, this was over the top for you. 

Can't knock it 'til you try it, right? 

Trying it out would finally put your parent's minds at ease. As soon as you walked through the door, you announced you were getting married. It helped you skip the lecture, and lord knows you did not want to hear your mother's mouth. You were convinced that she was the one that persuaded your father into agreeing with this because she was more adamant than he was. It brought her joy once you told her you decided to proceed with the engagement. She even stopped preparing for dinner to make phone calls to find the best wedding planner. Welp. Time to buckle up for the next six months. 

You didn't realize how much shit you had while living with your parents. It felt as if you were moving out of a one-bedroom apartment. Luckily for you, Naoya hired movers to retrieve your items and safely deliver them to his condo, which you were thankful for. It gave you enough time to prepare to meet with your older sister, Kassandra, for lunch. It's been a while since you last saw her. Maybe two months? Between her profession as a lawyer, mothering a two-year-old, and being married, you could understand how difficult it was to get a hold of her. 

Nevertheless, you were excited to see her, choosing to meet at your favorite brunch spot. 

As you were waiting for Kassandra, she sent you a text saying she'd be ten minutes behind due to traffic on her way to drop off your niece at your brother's Obi house. You said in response that it was okay and to take her time. She would get the same meal, so you went ahead to order for the both of you for the time being. 

Now, you loved your sister. She was like a role model to you, but she definitely took after your mother when lecturing. If you didn't hear it from your mother, Kassandra would ensure that you would listen to it from her. Like the rest of your siblings, she wanted the best for you. You were the only girls amongst your siblings, so the relationship you shared was different. Your sister was the second oldest. Thirty-three, to be exact. Thus, she experienced a lot in her twenties and didn't want you to make the same mistakes. 

Speaking of… 

"Hey, [Y/N]! I'm sorry for being late." 

You stood up to hug her. "Kas! No, it's okay. Ah, I miss you, sis." 

"I miss you too, girl. I know I kept rescheduling on you. Work's been kicking my ass."  

"You done left me in the dust, Miss booked and busy," you teased. 

"Haha, it's not even like that." 

"Yeah, I know. I went ahead and ordered for us. That okay?" 

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'm starving." 

"So, tell me. How's life been treating you?" 

"It's been well but hectic, as usual. Nothing new," she answered. “Hiromi and I are planning on taking a vacation soon." 

"Oh, that's great. Where to? Do you need me to watch baby Aleesha? I don't mind. I miss my niece." 

"She misses you, too. She's like, "where's Auntie [Y/N]?" I always tell her you're out getting drunk somewhere." 

You scoffed. "Kassandra." 

"Haha, no, I'm joking. But we're thinking about Aruba. We're actually taking Aleesha with us this time. I want her to see more parts of the world. Plus, I think she'll enjoy making sandcastles at the beach." 

"Awe, yes. That'll be so adorable. Make sure you send me photos," you said. "And what about you and Hiromi?" 

"We're great. Better than ever. Even though we've been married for six years, it feels like yesterday. He asked about you, too. He wants you to come over for dinner soon." 

"I'm glad that you're happy, sis. I remember it was just yesterday we used to FaceTime, and you would tell me how you hated working together. Now, look. Y'all lovey and dovey and shit." 

She giggled. "Yeah—yeah, you're right. Hopefully, I can say the same for you. So what have you been up to? You know, with the arranged marriage?" 

You sighed. "Girl. Lemme tell you." 

Your entrées eventually came, so throughout brunch, you informed your sister about the wonderful Naoya Zen'in. You told her that he wasn't as bad as everyone thought. The date was actually good, and if you said otherwise, you'd just be lying to yourself. Even if he was undressing you with his eyes, he still gave you his undivided attention as you talked. The responses he gave you weren't monotonous either. To you, he was worth giving a chance, but your sister thought you were trying to see the good in him. 

Kassandra didn't know him personally, but she knew of him. Your sister was one of three top lawyers in the country, the other two being Nanami Kento and her husband, Higuruma Hiromi. Someone as famous as Naoya was certainly passed around when he needed a lawyer to handle his scandals. Fortunately, though, all three passed up his cases due to them not wanting to deal with the arrogant personality they had heard so much about. 

She wasn't necessarily opposed to the arranged marriage with Naoya, but she was skeptical about it. Kassandra gave credit where it was due regarding his profession, but he was extremely good at keeping his bachelor life active. Word got around that he slept with a couple of employees at his father's company. He didn't treat women well either. However, they didn't care how they were treated because, to them, he was Naoya Zen'in. Just him giving them the time of day was enough. 

Of course, that worried you a bit. Your sister has been through some fucked up relationships in her past. It took a while for a man like her husband to come her way, and she knew you also didn't have the best of luck with relationships. That one relationship you had when you were twenty-two really hurt you. Your ex just left without a word, not hearing from him since. Although Kassandra wants you to be happy, she can't help but think you have poor taste in men. 

"Kas, you do know this is an arranged marriage, right? I didn't pick him out. Mom did." 

"And I'll talk to her about that. But you did decide to give him another chance. Last thing I want is some random woman coming up to you to have that "I'm coming to you as a woman," bullshit," she remarked.  

"He seems too blunt to be a liar, so if he had some fling going on, I'm sure he would tell me." 

"Does he know about your fling?" 

"W-What fling?" 

"With Nanami Kento." 

"Have you and Satoru been gossiping on the phone again?"  

"Haha, I'll take that as a yes." 

"Take it as a no. We only had sex once, and it was like three months ago. We flirt, but it's nothing more than that, and I'm planning on keeping it that way." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she mocked. 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, nothing. Please, can we not talk about Kento?"  

"Kento? Ha, okay." 

"I thought you were supposed to be the older sister." 

"I am, I am. I'm just messing around. Back to Naoya. When y'all get comfortable, I want to meet him. Make sure to bring him over for dinner." 

"Oh, gosh. So I have my lawyer sister and lawyer brother-in-law interrogate him?" 

"You got it." 

"Ugh. I love Hiromi, but I know how he is." 

"Hey, he doesn't play when it comes to his sister-in-law," she smirked while stuffing a waffle in her mouth.  

"Fine," you groaned. "Anyways, you're coming with us to find a wedding dress, right?" 

"Duh, I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

"Thanks, Kassandra. Make sure you bring Alesha, too. It'll be like a girls' day for us. Mom, grandma, and Auntie Sheila will be there." 

"Sounds good to me." 

-- 

It was nice catching up with your sister. You wished it was longer, but you knew she had to return to her busy life. Luckily, you would see her for dinner and dress shopping in a few weeks. After brunch, Naoya sent his personal driver to pick you up to escort you back to your new home. He informed you that all your belongings had been delivered to his condo, so there was no reason for you to return to your parent's house. 

As you were in the backseat of the car, your mind began to wander to the words your sister spoke. That one "relationship" she was referring to when you were younger. Yes. It hurt you, not as much, but it did cause you to be avoidant. You told the guy you loved him, and he left the next day. You were dating for nine months. He didn't even give you the respect to explaining why. You refuse to refer to it as a relationship because it was so long ago. 

You had to move on as if it never happened. 

You made it to your new apartment building. The driver parked at the entrance, exiting the vehicle to aid you out of the car. The sounds of your expensive heels treading the granite porcelain floors echoed the lobby. You gave the receptionist a smile, but the way she greeted you threw you off. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Zen'in. Mr. Zen'in wanted me to give you this keycard. It's an access key to your apartment and the amenities located on the premises." 

Mrs. who? 

"Uhm—thank you. I appreciate it," you uttered, continuing to proceed to the elevator. You couldn't help but think Naoya told the receptionist to address you as such. Stepping into your new home, you thought, "Yeah, this will be a long six months." As you walked in, you were immediately met with Naoya, standing shirtless in the kitchen while making tea. 

"Well, hello there, doll. Don't you look gorgeous." 

"Don't you mean, Mrs. Zen'in?" you mocked. 

"Ah, yes. I see the receptionist has followed my request. I'll be sure to thank her."  

"You wasted no time, huh?" 

He walked up to you, pressing his chest onto yours while ghosting his lips over your ear. "Of course not. Since this arrangement is happening, I need the world to know that you're my woman." 

"Hm, is that so? How're all your other women gonna take that?" 

"Haha, I don't believe I have any other women. It's just you. Why would I need to go elsewhere after the wonderful time we shared a few nights ago—Mrs. Zen'in." 

You smirked. "You're getting better at using your words, blondie." 

"May I kiss you?" 

"You may." 

He titled your chin up with his index finger to examine your face. There was something about those pretty full two-toned lips he couldn't get enough of. The first kiss you shared, he allowed you to take control, but this time, it was his turn. He sensually grazed his tongue along your lips before swiping the muscle into your mouth. Your tongues immediately connected, groaning from how delectable you tasted. The kiss was short and sweet. However, it was enough to wake up his needy friend. 

"I can definitely get used to this," he cooed. "Perhaps we should head to my bedroom or yours? Either works for me." 

You giggled. "Perhaps not. I said you can kiss, not fuck me. It's time for you to get to know me, fiancé." 

He pulled you over to the couch, grabbing your legs to place on his lap as your back rested against the armchair. "Okay, fiancée—Enlighten me." 

tags --  @dejwrites@captaindsina @getosubaru@tojissword@theehcneypot@nova-siims@gardenof-venus@unsatisfiedanddisappointed@pyschopotatomeme @caribbeanwifey19 

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𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘻𝘦𝘯'𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗻𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗼3.

⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐧?

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.

The day has finally come where you would find yourself dress shopping for your wedding. The process was unorthodox, yes. Quite sudden, yes. But it was a journey you already agreed on. It’s been a few weeks since you've been “dating” Naoya Zen’in, and honestly–it hasn’t been all that bad. He gave you the space as requested, still trying to get to know you. Every morning, Naoya had breakfast delivered, feeling like it would be a perfect way to enjoy each other’s company. However, something told you that he was only being this nice to have sex again. Though, you didn’t want to make that assumption of him by default. Despite how flirtatious Naoya may be, if he wanted to have sex he would’ve expressed that to you. You know. Like how he did the first time.

You would have steamy makeout sessions every now and then, but it would never go beyond kissing. Perhaps you were trying to see how long it would take for him to break? If he’s not getting his cravings fulfilled by you, he can go elsewhere. But you should know that would have happened. Naoya made it clear that you’re the only woman he has eyes for. As he said before, “None can compare to you.” And trust, that wasn’t only meant for bedroom talk. You couldn’t lie. With the exceptions of his unnecessary comments and arrogant personality, Naoya has been very sweet to you. He ensured you were a hundred percent comfortable while living with him. He took care of all your living expenses as promised, and even assigned his personal driver, Tanaka, as yours. There was nothing for you to complain about. Again, unorthodox. But in a good way.

But you still wanted to take your time while being in this arrangement.

You didn’t go all the way with him just yet. Only giving Naoya a side that everyone else was already familiar with. There was this bit of vulnerability you had that was locked away, and only your best friend, Satoru, and sister, Kassandra, knew about it. Unfortunately, it was the pain you still harbored from your first relationship. Still, you didn’t know why he left without a word. He tried reaching out to you many times, even through Satoru, but you didn’t want to hear the sad excuse he had to offer you. And your best friend knew not to bring him up–ever. Although you didn’t want your past feelings to affect whatever it is you’re building with Naoya, it was hard not because of his notable bachelor status.

Whoever he had sex with before you wasn’t your concern. As you told him a few weeks back, if your feelings end up being heavily involved while dating, then he needs to be fully committed to you, and you only. Naoya was not a relationship type of man. He made that clear, and it’s very clear to you. It was strange to see how serious he was about this. You cannot handle another heartbreak, especially while somewhat still dealing with the last one. But you chose to give Naoya a chance, so as he said before, “‘til death do us part.”

Anyways, back to the task at hand. Dress shopping.

You’ve been trying on dresses for the last two hours. Seeing how beautiful you looked was nice, but the process was tedious. Honestly, you rather have a designer take your measurements and describe your dream dress because whatever you tried on wasn’t giving you that umph you wanted. Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do. However, for now, you’ll continue trying on gowns. Besides, it’s been awhile since the girls got together to gossip, and with the added glasses of champagne, you knew there would be a lot of that. Of course, the gossip is centered around you and your new fiancé.

You raised your brows, incredulously scoffing from your aunt not knowing about the arrangement. “Oh? Your sister didn’t tell you that this is an arranged marriage? She’s the one that found him for me.”

You raised your brows, incredulously scoffing from your aunt’s naïvetéy from the arrangement. “Oh? Your sister didn’t tell you that this is an arranged marriage? She’s the one that found him for me.”

Her jaw dropped while looking at your mother. “Marjorie.”

“[Y/N] just needed some help. She hasn’t been in a relationship in awhile,” your mother uttered. 

“No, I just needed some time, mother. And out of everyone, you chose Naoya Zen’in. Have you not heard about him?”

“I have, but maybe you can change him. Besides, the way he’s been spoiling you these last few weeks, I don’t see any reason to complain.”

You gave her a look. “That’s not the point.”

“Mrs. Zen’in, we found another dress for you to try on,” the saleswoman interrupted. 

“Did he—you know what? Never mind.” You followed her back to the dressing room. While you did so, your family continued with the conversation. 

“Mom. [Y/N] is right. If you wanted her to be with someone just for money, you could’ve let her choose Gojo or Nanami,” Kassandra joined. 

“Satoru is my best friend, and Ke-I mean Nanami is my boss!” you shouted from the dressing room.

“[Y/N], I don’t know if you’re trying to be modest, but anyone can see how weak those two are for you.”

“Nanami? Hm, maybe I should’ve asked him.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Mom, please.”

“Marjorie, [Y/N] is not a little kid anymore. She’s twenty-six and very capable of making her own decisions. I’m surprised she even agreed to this.”

“Thank you, Auntie Sheila!”

“Is it a crime for me to want my daughter to be happy?”

“Who said I wasn’t happy?”

“Well, ever since Ge-“

“Could you please not bring him up?” you interrupted. Your mom didn’t know details about your last relationship, so she tended to bring him up. You walked out of the dressing room, standing in the middle to see the gown. “How are we feeling about this?”

“Nah,” everyone said in unison.

“Agree. It does scream at me. I think I’m just going to get my dress custom made.”

“[Y/N], do you like him?” your grandma asked. 

Naoya was—Naoya. As you said before, he’s a sweet guy when he wants to be, and he cared for you well. The conversations you held were surprisingly pleasant, bonding over a shared interest of reading literature. You never took him as the reading type, but Naoya informed you that he would indulge if time permits him every once in a while. You two had your ways, bickering about the tiniest things as if you were already married. However, it was never anything that would make you want to reconsider marrying him. 

You went on a few more dates after your first, and went to sleep together from time to time. You had to admit. Naoya had this warmth you could easily fall asleep in. His light snores and soft huffs tickled your neck, pulling strings in your heart. He was showing you a side of him that you didn’t expect. It was nice. Really nice, actually. But as far as liking him? You weren’t sure. And if you did, that wasn’t something you would admit to anytime soon. You hated how much your guard was up due to your last relationship, but you couldn’t afford another heartbreak. 

“I’m not sure, grams. Naoya has his ways, but he’s a nice guy.”

“Well, you’re a smart woman, and I know you know what’s best for you. Do whatever your heart says. I just want you to be happy. Regardless if your mother is meddling into your love life or not,” she said while giving your mother a look. 

“Yeah—you’re right. Thank you, grams,” you replied, giving her a soft smile. “Alright, it’s time for me to go. I promised Satoru that I would hang out with him today.”

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After parting ways with your family, you had Tanaka pick you up to drop you off at Satoru’s place. It’s been awhile since you last saw each other because you’ve been busy with work and spending time with Naoya. Of course, you kept in contact through texting and video chatting, but there was nothing more your best friend wanted than to see you. So you planned on spending the rest of the weekend with Satoru, which made him happy. Sometimes you find it hard to believe how close you two became, especially since he was also the best friend of your ex-boyfriend, Suguru. 

You went to the same high school, but it wasn’t until your freshman year of college that you were acquainted. Satoru was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, so you had small talk here and there when you were around each other. However, it was your breakup with Suguru that blossomed your current friendship. He felt bad seeing how broken you were over your Suguru. Almost every other day, Satoru would come by your dorm to check on you to see how you were holding up. Honestly, you didn’t know why he did this. You assumed since you and Suguru were over, you wouldn’t talk to Satoru anymore. But actually, it was the complete opposite.

You became two peas in a pod the more you talked. You shared a sweet tooth. Though, you don’t think anyone would surpass him when it came to that. When it was time for your holiday breaks, you would return home with Satoru by your side because he didn’t have the best relationship with his family. And since then, any holiday or family get together you had, he would always go with you. If people saw you, they knew Satoru would be around, vice versa. But sometimes, that wouldn’t always be the case.

Satoru knew how hard it was dealing with your heartbreak and focusing on your studies. Anything you needed, he ensured to do his best to help you. Whether it was your assignments needing to be done or a shoulder to cry on. He would do whatever was needed to get your mind off Suguru. Going to the movies. Taking trips. Stuffing your faces with a shared tug of ice cream while getting high off the sweetest edibles he baked. His goal was to see you smile no matter what, and you couldn’t be more appreciative of his efforts. Other than your sister, Satoru was the only one to have access to your vulnerability. Still until this day, if you ever catch yourself wanting to cry, he would be the first person you would call. 

It didn’t take long to reach his apartment building. You paid your gratitude to Tanaka, telling him to take the next few days off because you would be here the rest of the weekend. Your heels tapping the porcelain tiles echoed through the lobby while you made your way to the elevator. You stepped inside, scanning the keycard Satoru gave you to reach the fortieth floor. Sometimes you wonder why he chose to live on the top floor, but knowing your best friend, he did so to be on his own floor. You hated being on the elevator for long, so you were glad there were no stops on the way. 

The elevator took you directly in front of Satoru’s door to which you used the same card to enter his penthouse.

“Toru?”

He came out of his room to look over the railing, smiling ear-to-ear from seeing you. Gojo rushed downstairs to scoop you off your feet into the tightest hug. “[Y/N]! I missed you so much. You left me for weeks.”

You giggled. “I missed you too, ‘Toru. And I didn’t leave you. I’ve been busy with work.”

“And spending time with Naoya,” he murmured, annoyingly. He set you down gently on your feet, bending down to take off your heels. 

“You know I can take them off myself?”

“I know. But it’s harder for you because you have on your nails. Plus, I want to do this.”

You gave him a soft smile. “How are you? Everything’s been okay?”

“Now that you’re here. Better. What about you?”

“Tired. I just came back from dress shopping.”

“Did you find anything?”

“No. The dresses were too bland. I’m going to get a custom instead.”

“I can help you find someone.”

“That would be great. Someone quick too. Six months is practically around the corner.” You walked to the couch to lay down, feeling exhausted from being out all morning. 

“So you’re really getting married, huh?” 

“I am, ‘Toru. I told you I’m giving him a chance.”

“You should’ve given me a chance instead,” he argued.

“You know, that’s why Kassandra thinks you have a ‘weak spot’ for me. Because you say things like that.”

That’s because he did. Satoru was in love with you. More than you can even imagine. He had his fair of women throughout the years, but they were never you. Your beauty. Your amazing personality. He thought everything about you was perfect. He scowled Suguru many times, even now, for letting someone like you slip through his fingers. Yes, you were his best friend. But he wanted more. If there was ever a time you gave Satoru a chance, he would cherish you to pieces. Maybe you would have taken him seriously if he wasn’t such a natural flirt? Probably not. He knew you truly saw him as nothing more than a dear friend. 

These feelings were kept hidden from you. He’s been waiting years to confess but was never given the perfect opportunity. Satoru didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability because he knew you were still hung up on Suguru. And honestly, these feelings would probably stay hidden. Before anything, he was best friends with you and Suguru. The last thing he wanted was to dent your friendship due to his love for you. Though, lately, Satoru has been making those comments more than usual. Seeing you consider marrying Naoya caught him by surprise. 

He nervously chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. I should probably stop. “Anyways, how’s it going with him?”

“Hm, it’s going. According to him, we’re ‘dating in a marriage.’ To others, we refer to each other as fiancé (or fiancée), but to us we’re just getting to know each other.”

“And he convinced you to move in with him? I’ve been asking you for years, [Y/N].”

“Toru,” you scoffed. “It’s not the same. You know that. Please don’t try to guilt trip me.”

“I’m not trying to. It’s just we’ve been friends since college and we never roomed together. You always say no when I ask. Why?”

“Because—”

“You think Suguru is going to pop up one day?” How you averted your eyes elsewhere gave him your answer. “He doesn’t do pop ups, and if he ever planned on coming, I would tell you.”

“Would you?” 

“Yeah, I would. And I think Suguru told me he’ll be returning to the city. There’s this annual gala. He’ll be going.”

“Are you going?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Naoya told me about it last night. I’m his date.”

“Will you be okay?”

“As long as Getou doesn’t come near me, I should be fine.”

“He’s been trying to apologize.”

You rolled your eyes. “Four years later? Not interested. 

“I agree what he did was fucked up. But I don’t like being in the middle, [Y/N]. You know that.”

“I don’t know what he’s telling you, but I never said you can’t hang out with him or to pick a side. We’re just not hanging out together.”

“But I want us to hang out together. That’s the thing,” he argued. 

“If you’re looking for a wing woman to help with your shenanigans, I’m sure Shoko wouldn’t mind tagging along…. or not.”

“[Y/N]-”

“Satoru. Please. I came here to get high and hang out with you, not to talk about my ex,” you sassed.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. It’s just a touchy subject.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, time to get high. I already made the edibles.”

“Toru, I thought we agreed that I would bake them. You make them too sweet. It overpowers the weed.”

“Okay, we’ll eat these and see what they’ll do. I still have leftover butter, so can you show me how to cook them properly?”

You gave him a smile. “Sounds good to me.”

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 - @dejwrites @sailewhoremoon @ripperdoc-is-daddy @obitohno @nova-siims @caribbeanwifey19 @annie-franny @tojissword

Reward

Muzan x Fem! Reader

Warnings: rough sex, dub-con, creampies, praising, restraints, marking, gore?

Note: the first piece for Upper Moon October! Of course I had to start with Muzan cause I’ve never written for him before. Hopefully over the course of this month I’m able to capture his character a bit better! For now, enjoy!

Word count: 822

You were squirming, sweat dripping down your temple as you fought to keep yourself quiet. “Not a single fucking peep.” Your teeth sunk so harshly into the side of your cheek you tasted blood. You kept your eyes trained on his face, knowing better than to look away from the man pounding into you.

Your hands were pinned to the mattress, you couldn’t move them even if you wanted to. Crimson eyes, midnight black hair, skin so milky it glowed in the moonlight. Even if he wasn’t sweaty you were certain Muzan would glow either way. “You… you should be fucking thanking me.”

It was a husky growl, bending down so his mouth was pressing to your ear as his hips forced their way back and forth, cock plunging deeply over and over. “You’re trying so fucking hard to be good for me.” You wanted to make a sound, acknowledge him so he wouldn’t stop.

Yet you knew if you did, he’d leave all together. So you just continued as you were, squirming and struggling to keep your legs around his waist. “Keep it up and maybe I’ll reward you.” Your back arched, walls squeezing around him in hopes of showing him your enthusiasm.

He was leaning back now, letting you take in the sight of his sweaty face. It rather shocked you that one of his two commands was for you to remain silent. Muzan seemed like the type to get off on praise, begging, crying. Yet he wanted you to remain silent and keep eye contact. Those were his only two orders, if you obeyed? You’d be rewarded.

If you were to disobey? You’d likely pay with your life.

So you took it, copper taste coating your tongue as slick squelching sounds came from your cunt every time he pulled back out. His girth was splitting you open, the dull head kissing your cervix every time he pressed his hips into yours. It was so intense it was making your legs shake, thighs so tense that they threatened to cramp.

It was killing you to remain silent, especially with the way tears began to blur your vision as he seemingly sped up his pace. The bed would surely give in under the pressure, each thrust had your breasts jiggling almost painfully. You wanted nothing more than to shield yourself, still not over the embarrassment of being naked before the man you bowed to.

Though his cock slipping in and out of you was apparently easier to deal with than him seeing your bare breasts.

“You’re coming again…aren’t you?” You nodded, eyes threatening to close as pleasure swept over your abused body, littered in bruises that refused to heal. You watched through blurry eyes as a smirk spread over his face. “Good girl.” You hadn’t broken his two rules yet, even as you came for… a number you were too far gone to remember.

Muzan never slowed, his breathing was calm despite the rigorous way his hips were moving. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he wasn’t enjoying himself. Instead, you were steadily encouraged by the way you’d feel him twitch, cock throbbing continuously while your walls suctioned to him. Not even he could resist pleasure.

“You’re doing well…” he cooed, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “What shall your reward be?” He drawled, you could partially hear the smirk on his lips. “My cum? Or my blood? What would you prefer?” His question nearly shocked a gasp out of you. “I’ll give you permission, since you did so well tonight. You may speak only one word.” He pulled away, just enough to see your face.

You swallowed, mouth opening and closing as you thought of your answer. Meekly you uttered “both.” And then you held your breath again, waiting for the potentially catastrophic outcome. Instead, you were met with a laugh. “Greedy? After everything I’ve given you tonight?” Maybe that wasn’t the right answer.

“Since you are so eager to consume what I have to offer you…”

It hit you all at once, toned hips slamming harshly into your sore thighs one last time as he spilled his release into your greedy cunt. All the while, he was jamming a finger in your neck, earning a shrill cry as he pumped more of his blood into you.

Muzan’s head fell backwards, your cunt squeezing him harsher than you had the entire night as your body thrashed against the sheets. Seconds of silence passed as you writhed, chest contracting almost painfully as your body attempted to adjust to the liquids that had just been put into it.

“I’m waiting for my thank you.” He whispered, deadly serious as he glared down at your pathetic form. Quiet and rough you muttered “thank you.” Finally letting your eyes close as he pulled himself out.

MISSED ME?

pairing: hobo eren x black fem!yn

synopsis: having mr.kruger as your last patient of the night wouldn’t be too bad, right?

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hi i’m sebas & i’m fairly new to writing on tumblr! i was supposed to post this ages ago but chickened out, however i’ve gained the balls to post, so here i am! please be at least 17+ interacting with my works. enjoy <3.

content warning: eren being a tease, big dick!eren, mature language, cervix kissing, dirty talk, breeding, overstimming, mirror fucking, slight fluff, eren’s a pussy eating feen, squirting, a little thumb in booty action, degradation, slight betrayal, mentions of treason, probably many typos of mine

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