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 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮
Muzan, you realized wasn't a rough person. Rather, he was exceptionally gentle. The hands that wrapped around your waist had loosened automatically upon being met with the reluctance.
You weren't sure why your body was locking up all of a sudden but Muzan didn't seem to mind at all. He lifted you up a bit further allowing himself to sink even deeper than before.
You immediately stiffened, gripping his muscles for support only for him to lift you up completely.
"Not like this," he said.
You were promptly wrapped in a towel and returned to your bedroom where the build up happened yet again but this time slowly, and more properly.
You were kissed quite a bit.
"You're a temptress," he noted.
You giggled, "I know."
It was a spur-of-a-moment type feeling that caused the two of you to collide. It was the wait and resist of each other that ended up pushing the two of you to do the inevitable. Your night turned into a whirlwind of events, the majority of it feeling like an absolute blur.
Muzan had laid you on the bed beneath him, his eyes admiring the sight of you.
Soon after, he found himself sucking on a soft spot on your neck. Time passed even more and his ears were blessed with hearing your sugary moans as his face lay in between his legs. Soon after, he found himself on top of you, inside of you, deriving pleasure in the sweetest lovestruck way. Your fingers interlocked with his as you felt the most delightful things.
It truly was a whirlwind of events because at the end of it all you laid in bed with him, your bare exposed body underneath the covers, your head against his chest, your cheeks warm as you laid in a comfortable soreness.
You were preoccupied with his dark hair, as you played with it using your fingers. You twirled his dark locks of hair ever so softly as you smiled gently.
Muzan watched you silently.
You curled his hair diligently, your hands focused on the craft as your determination bloomed.
Was it possible for a woman to look so adorable?
He scoffed, "Is it really that enjoyable?"
You pulled on one of his strands as you watched it slowly revert back to its original position. You nodded, "I love your hair," you beamed.
You looked up at him as you smiled, "I love you."
Muzan looked at you for a moment before kissing you softly and resting his eyes.
He couldn't believe he had slept with you.
He couldn't believe he had slept with a human.
More than that, he couldn't believe that he didn't regret his decision, no, he wouldn't regret that he had slept with you, only the consequences that would occur because of his decision, and he knew, inherently, there would be consequences.
"Something on your mind?"
Muzan looked down at you to see you were looking up at him.
"Only you," he responded softly.
It was a blatant lie.
"You're lying," you said looking up at him with curious eyes.
"And what makes you say that?"
"If you were thinking about me your eyes would be filled with awe not worry."
Worry?
Did his facial expression actually appear worried?
He rested his eyes for a moment, clearing his mind and facial expressions.
He did not want to ruin this moment.
He opened his eyes taking in the scenery.
The window in your room was providing a silvery light allowing him to see parts of you that were usually covered. He was enjoying the exclusive view. He liked the fact that he was the only one who had ever seen you in this state. There was something treasurable in knowing that.
You reached out to touch his cheek and he relaxed a bit. You nudged closer to him burying your face into his neck and his body reacted accordingly, his arms wrapping around your soft and tender waist. You stayed with each other in that position for several moments and Muzan cherished it greatly until he heard what sounded like soft and gentle snores.
He gave a slight smile.
You had fallen asleep.
He wished that this could last forever. He knew it couldn't. He knew it wasn't possible, for as long as you were adamant to be a human.
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It was night time when you finally woke up. Your eyes had opened to see the ceiling above you before slowly lingering down to the ruffled, sheets. You sighed a bit before smiling at the hands that wrapped around your waist.
"You're awake," his voice had said.
"I am."
"Do you still feel sick?"
"A bit."
The room was dark, but there was a candle burning.
"Are you alright?"
You tilted your head. Did you just answer that question-
Oh? That?
You giggled a bit.
"I feel sore," you spoke with a smile. You kissed his cheek, "but I don't mind it at all."
Muzan reciprocated the warm gesture. He kissed you back, as you snuggled up against each other.
"I'll have to depart soon darling," he spoke in a rather flat tone.
