𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
For you, it was quite embarrassing. Sitting on the lap of the man you had just conceded to. You didn't deny his request, however, doing as he wanted.
Upon actually realizing what you had just done, you couldn't help but hide your embarrassment. Luckily you weren't facing him-- if you were he would've seen how flustered you were.
The silence between the two of you lasted only a few seconds before you spoke.
"So if you're not human, what are you?"
"I'm otherworldly," he responded shifting your weight so that you sat more comfortably on him.
...
"So does that mean you're an angel?" you inquired.
Muzan chuckled, "Far from it."
"A fallen angel?"
"Not quite."
"A vampire."
"You're a bit closer."
You felt him bite down into your shoulder. You shivered but Muzan's arms engulfed you in such a way that you couldn't run. He finally decided to sample the blood he'd always restrained himself from.
The chills that ran through his body at the taste of you caused him to relish. It was just as regal as the other marechis he had devoured over the years. As soon as he heard a whimper, however, he pulled away.
"Are you eating me?!"
"Just sampling," he smirked, " however, if you'd prefer, I could devour you completely."
You blushed. The way in which he meant that was clear to you.
He moved swiftly to the next topic, "I'm going to give you lessons."
"Lessons? What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I just said."
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried desperately to interpret the man's words.
Muzan smirked at your naivety.
His hand made its way to the bottom of your chin angling it so that you looked back to make eye contact with him.
"Now that you're mine, there's too much I wish to do to you...but you're much too naive to start at level ten."
The look in his eye caused heat to rush to your cheeks.
...
The colour that appeared on them was amusing to say the least.
"W-What are you talking a-about?"
Muzan heard the rate of your heartbeat skyrocket. He wondered how much faster it could go...he wondered if it was possible for you to faint off his words alone.
To say Muzan liked you would be going too far but he couldn't help that for a woman--you did have qualities that were attractive. He knew he would never get sick of this blush that occupied your features.
Suddenly, you felt him lift you up off the ground. He held you in his arms as he got up from the floor and led you toward the bed in the room. You were promptly let down as he hovered over you.
You could feel yourself begin to get lightheaded. Your heart was going much too fast.
"You don't have to be so nervous," he admitted.
"Y-You still haven't told me what type of lessons you intend to give me."
"If you're patient you'll find out."
Muzan flipped you on your side, his arms made their way around you. He drew your back against your chest effectively spooning you. You waited a few moments.
Nothing happened.
You waited a bit more.
Still, nothing happened.
"And what am I learning right now?"
"How to stay quiet in my arms."
You frowned at his words.
Was that his way of telling you to shut up? You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but still, you couldn't deny he was warm.
A few moments passed of perfect silence before you realized this was nice.
A bit too nice.
You had never been in someone's arms like this. The warmth that held you was appetizing and you couldn't help but feel yourself calm, your heart rate slowing, your breathing falling back into its regular rhythm.
Why hadn't you engaged in something like this before now?
You adjusted yourself a bit, savouring the moment in his strong arms but still pondering what his intentions were in the first place.
Muzan.
Who exactly was this man? What were his motives with you?
Besides knowing that he liked suits and that he was rich, you realized you knew very little about him. You desired to know more about him in the near future.
Your eyelids began to become heavy as your eyes closed. You fell asleep a few moments later.
Meanwhile, Muzan was pleased by the fact you had calmed, your heart falling back to its average rhythm. You smelt sweet. He'd never noticed. He'd always been preoccupied with the scent of your blood.
He intended to push you a bit further but his actions were offset when he felt your hand against his.
Muzan stiffened at your touch.
He hadn't given you permission to touch him.
He had no problem touching you...but for you to dare to touch him? It bothered him.
He moved your hand from his harshly.
Muzan decided to instruct you on your impudence, "(Y/N)--"
He stopped.
The hand that had once been gripping him moved to grip the pillow instead.
