(TW: SMUT. Skip if uncomfortable with explicit language, fingering, period sex, oral sex, breeding kinks, more to come.)
When Muzan's fingers plunged effortlessly into your cunt, your head tilted downwards as an uncontrollable, lewd moan emerged from your throat.
Muzan was groaning too, spreading your cute pussy folds with his middle and index fingers as your essence stuck onto the pads of his fingertips.
"Fuck," the man hissed through gritted teeth, fascinated by the way your pussy sucked him right in and pulsed around his digits. "You're so wet already."
Muzan started moving his fingers in slow thrusting motions, thoroughly exploring your tight realm.
Sure, two fingers weren't a lot.
However, for a first-timer like you, you had to pull your bottom lip tight between your teeth so you weren't wailing in the bathroom.
You probably looked like a mess at this point: slouched on the bathroom counter, bra flung to the ground and the fabric of your underwear flushed against your thigh.
To Muzan, though, your desperate appearance only egged him on.
"You feel so good, too good," he praised, pumping his fingers into you in a steady rhythm before carefully inserting a third and then a fourth digit.
Your husband threw his head back, increasing his pace as he continued to sink his fingers in your tight pussy, enjoying the feeling of your walls wrapping around him.
"You're taking my fingers well, aren't you?" he asked.
When you tried to answer, you could only moan, voice quivering violently when his fingertips curled up into the spot you needed him the most.
Muzan had you shameless and senseless from his vulgar ministrations on your body.
It didn't matter that this was your first time, it didn't matter that you would have to awkwardly face him afterward.
All that mattered was how hot and aching your core was, and how bad you needed Muzan now to fix it.
"Look at you, too horny for your own good," your husband laughed in a fit of wicked hysteria. "You're already shaking."
When your husband eventually retracted his hand with a soft pop, you couldn't help but follow him, lifting your hip up off the counter so your needy pussy could brush him again, so you can feel him one last time.
Ignoring your silent pleas, Muzan carefully inspected his fingers, which were visibly tainted with a deep shade of red.
Even for you, your blood on his hand was a horrid display, and you were ready for Muzan to grimace with disgust...
...which was why your jaw dropped when you saw Muzan's tongue slip out of his mouth, sliding across his fingertips to taste your juices for the first time.
"I knew it," your husband swooned before popping his fingers into his mouth again. "You're fucking delicious."
When his hands were adequately cleaned, he squeezed at your waist while rubbing against your sides.
"C'mon, spread your legs a little further," he instructed, deep voice rumbling in the room. "Daddy's going to love eating your pretty pussy."
Muzan hooked his thumbs into your underwear, dragging the fabric down the length of your legs before it fell to the floor.
That was your signal to comply.
But, you're still too scared.
"I said, 'Open up,'" he ordered, this time growling as he noticed your frozen state. "Do you want to be fucked or not?"
When you finally mustered the courage to spread your glistening cunt for him, Muzan groaned at the sight.
This was your invitation, and how could he say no?
In a flash, Muzan dived into you, face first.
He latched his warm, wet mouth onto your swollen pussy in order to ravage you, to devastate you, and to lap up all your nectar and all your blood.
Your husband mercilessly ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, targeting your swollen bud with his tongue's sharp flicks.
You melted into a moaning wreck at the motions, legs attempting to kick out in pleasure only to be held down by your husband.
"More!" you screamed, involuntarily bucking your hips into his face. "More! Please!"
Before you knew it, your hands flew to your husband's head.
You absentmindedly grabbed at the tufts of his raven hair while vibrations shot right up your core and more wetness seeped out onto his face.
Muzan grunted in delight as more blood poured out of your cracks, pressing his mouth deeper and harder into your depths.
"Shit," he hissed with his lips at your folds. "How could your pussy taste so good?"
You gathered the strength to whimper to reply, eyes squeezing shut while your lips parted between choked breaths.
The action displeased Muzan, who pinched your inner thighs. "Look at me."
At your husband's command, your lids hesitantly pried open.
The sight was absolutely obscene.
Muzan was making out with your pussy lips, licking and sucking your bloodied crevices before snaking his tongue deeper into your cunt.
As his tongue pummeled your entrance with harsh strokes, you continued to rock your hips towards his mouth, unable to stop.
When your husband's lips ultimately parted from your cunt, you nearly cried like the little kitten you were.
Muzan stood up, appearing almost as dazed as you were.
Your blood was only the first of his cravings.
The man hurriedly fumbled at the towel tied to his waist, the only thing that separated your naked body from his own.
"You taste so fucking good," a pause to glance down at your cunt, "I want to breed your beautiful pussy so bad."
The room then echoed with a dark, haunting laugh.
"I'm going to fill you full of my cum! Me, no one else!" your husband chuckled, thumbs still searching hastily for the towel's edges. "I guess you're already my queen, so you'll create some strong heirs for me, won't you? Then, when you give birth, we're going to do this over, and over, and over, and over again."
You whimpered at his ideas, core dripping with the longing to fulfill your husband's desires.
When Muzan's lips suddenly pulled into a taunting smirk, that's when you noticed...
...that his towel was dropping to the floor.
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