#fukuzawa yukichi smut

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(Since you were asking for a thirst HAHDNDJDNDSN)

My man (Fukuzawa) has few smut here in tumblr, he needs justice.

And I needed to be manhandled by that fine dilf.

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crucible // fukuzawa yukichi

tw ⇢ jealous!fukuzawa, possessive!fukuzawa, so much sexual tension, fukuzawa in denial, making out, teasing, office sex, sir kink cx its fukuzawa, rough sex, manhandling ofc, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, dirty talk, spanking

wc ⇢ 5.2k

a/n: anon, you just reawakened my love for fictional characters nearly twice my age

The oppressive August heat blanketed Yokohama, the air heavy and thick, clinging to your skin like a damp cloth. In the offices of the Armed Detective Agency, the ancient air conditioner wheezed and rattled, providing little relief from the sweltering temperatures. Beads of sweat gathered at your brow and trickled down the back of your neck as you sat at your desk, trying to focus on the stack of case files in front of you.

But your mind kept drifting, your thoughts inevitably drawn to the Agency's distinguished leader, Yukichi Fukuzawa. From the moment you'd started working here, you'd been captivated by him - his sophisticated air, his commanding presence, the way his steely gaze seemed to pierce right through you. It was more than just physical attraction, though that was certainly part of it. There was something about him, an aura of power and control, that drew you like a moth to a flame.

You knew it was risky, knew that getting involved with your boss was a recipe for disaster. But you couldn't help yourself. Every interaction with him left you wanting more, your skin buzzing with a kind of electric anticipation.

It started small, innocently enough. A smile that lingered just a beat too long, a brush of fingers as you handed him a file. But as the months went by, you grew bolder, more overt in your flirtations.

Each morning, you greeted Fukuzawa with a smile that bordered on coy, your voice low and honeyed. "Good morning, sir," you'd purr, leaning in just a little too close as you handed him his daily schedule. The subtle widening of his eyes, the almost imperceptible hitch in his breath, was all the encouragement you needed.

You started putting more effort into your appearance, choosing blouses that hugged your curves, skirts that fell just an inch shorter than was strictly professional. You told yourself it wasn't for him, that you just wanted to feel good about yourself. But deep down, you knew the truth. You wanted him to notice you, to feel the weight of his gaze on your skin.

And notice he did. You'd catch him watching you as you moved around the office, his eyes following the sway of your hips, lingering on the exposed slice of skin at your throat. His face would remain impassive, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers would tighten around his pen.

It became a kind of game, a forbidden dance of push and pull. You'd lean over his desk to point out a detail in a report, letting your blouse gape open just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. You'd brush past him in the hallway, your hand grazing his arm, letting the contact linger a moment longer than necessary.

Each small victory sent a thrill through you, a heady rush of power. You were getting to him, chipping away at that legendary self-control. It was only a matter of time before he snapped.

But it wasn't enough. The more you got, the more you wanted. Stolen glances and fleeting touches only fanned the flames of your desire, leaving you aching and restless. You found yourself daydreaming during the long, humid afternoons, your mind conjuring up vivid fantasies of Fukuzawa's hands on your body, his mouth hot and insistent against your skin. You'd imagine him bending you over his desk, his fingers digging into your hips as he finally fucked you, claiming you as his own.

The fantasies were so real, so visceral, that you'd often snap out of them flushed and breathless, your heart racing and your pussy throbbing with need. You'd clench your thighs together, trying to quell the ache, but it was never enough. You wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that frightened and exhilarated you in equal measure.

And so, you started pushing harder, growing bolder in your advances. Determined to shatter his iron self-control, to make him admit that he wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him.

You began openly flirting with the other men in the office, particularly Atsushi, the youngest and most naive of the bunch. You'd perch on the edge of his desk, leaning in close as you pointed out details in case files, letting your breasts brush against his arm. You'd laugh just a little too loudly at his jokes, tossing your hair over your shoulder and fixing him with a dazzling smile.

And all the while, you'd feel Fukuzawa's gaze burning into your back, his eyes tracking your every move. You'd see his jaw clench, his fist tighten at his side, and a dark thrill would course through you. He was jealous, you could tell. The knowledge was intoxicating.

Late one sweltering evening, as you were leaving the office, you suddenly felt Fukuzawa's hand close around your wrist. Before you could respond, he was guiding you into his office and shutting the door behind you. Your heart raced at his proximity, the air practically crackling between you.

"Your behavior has been quite inappropriate," he said in a low voice, his eyes boring into yours. "If you continue this way, there will be consequences."

His gaze drifted to your lips and for a wild, breathless moment, you were sure he was going to kiss you. But then he released you and took a measured step back, leaving you dizzy and aching for more.

In the days that followed, the memory of that charged moment in Fukuzawa's office lingered, a constant distraction. Your skin prickled with awareness whenever he was near, your body attuned to his presence like a tuning fork. You tried to focus on your work, but your mind kept conjuring up the phantom sensation of his fingers wrapped around your wrist, the heat of his gaze on your mouth.

You dialed back on your flirtations with the other men, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop teasing Fukuzawa. If anything, you became bolder, more overt in your intentions. You started staying late at the office, finding excuses to be alone with him. In the evenings, when the rest of the staff had gone home, you'd slip into his office with flimsy pretexts, perching on the edge of his desk and leaning in close as you spoke.

During one such encounter, emboldened by the late hour and the intimacy of the dimly lit room, you placed your hand over his as you pointed out a detail in a case file. Fukuzawa stilled, his eyes flickering to yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his hand over beneath yours, his palm hot against your own.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he said quietly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His fingers curled around yours, just for a moment, before he drew away.

You knew he was right, knew that you were both wading into treacherous waters. But you were too far gone to turn back now, too intoxicated by the simmering tension that coiled between you.

As the summer heat rose, so did the stakes of your forbidden dance. Stolen glances turned into fleeting caresses, plausible deniability becoming paper-thin. The air grew heavy with unspoken desire, with the tantalizing promise of what could be.

And then, one storm-dark night, the levee finally broke.

You were working late again, poring over witness statements, when the power suddenly cut out. The office was plunged into darkness, the only illumination coming from the occasional flash of lightning outside the rain-lashed windows. You heard Fukuzawa's office door open, heard his measured footsteps approaching.

"The whole block is out," he said, his tall silhouette appearing in your doorway. "We might as well call it a night."

You nodded, your tongue suddenly feeling too thick for your mouth. A strange anticipation crackled through you as you gathered your things by feel, every nerve ending alight. You startled when you felt Fukuzawa's hand on the small of your back, guiding you out into the pitch-black hallway.

In the darkness, every sensation was magnified. The sound of your breathing, the warm press of his palm against your spine, the electric awareness of his body mere inches from yours. Your heart was beating so loudly, you were certain he must hear it.

And then, between one step and the next, Fukuzawa halted. His hand slid slowly up your back, his fingers curling around your nape. You turned to face him, dizzy with want, scarcely daring to breathe.

For a long, suspended moment, you hovered there in the charged darkness. The air felt thick, weighted with expectation. You could just make out the gleam of Fukuzawa's eyes, could feel the tension emanating from him in waves.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough as gravel, "and I will."

But you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going, to finally unleash the pent-up hunger that had been consuming you for months. Throwing caution to the wind, you closed the last breath of distance between you and captured his lips with your own...

Heart pounding, you melted into Fukuzawa's embrace, your lips moving feverishly against his. His mouth was hot and insistent, his strong hands gripping your hips as he backed you up against the wall. You gasped as your back hit the cool surface, the contrast with your overheated skin sending sparks rushing through you.

Fukuzawa took advantage of your parted lips, deepening the kiss with a low groan that reverberated through your body. You clung to his broad shoulders, dizzy with sensation, your head spinning with the headiness of finally, finally having him exactly where you'd wanted him for so long.

His hands roamed your curves possessively, setting you alight even through the barrier of your clothing. His hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, his fingers digging into your flesh. Dimly, you registered the rasp of his stubble against your skin, the throaty sounds of desire he made as he kissed you senseless. It was better than anything you had imagined, the reality of him overwhelming your every sense.

Lost in a haze of lust, it took you a moment to realize that Fukuzawa had suddenly stilled. His lips broke away from yours and he drew back slightly, his breath coming harsh and fast. Confusion cut through the fog of your arousal as he grasped your shoulders and gently but firmly set you away from him.

"We can't do this," he said, his voice strained. Even in the darkness, you could see the conflict etched on his face. "It's not right."

"What?" you managed, your kiss-bruised lips still tingling, your body thrumming with need. "But I thought-"

"This is a mistake," Fukuzawa cut you off, running a hand distractedly through his hair. "I'm your superior. I have a responsibility to maintain professional boundaries. No matter how much I..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. This ends now, before it goes any further."

You felt like he'd doused you in ice water, shock and hurt warring within you. You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. Your throat felt tight, your eyes stinging with the sudden threat of tears.

Fukuzawa exhaled heavily, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have let it get this far. It won't happen again."

And with that, he turned and strode away, leaving you alone in the dark hallway, your lips still swollen from his kisses, your heart in shreds at your feet. You hugged your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling chilled despite the muggy heat.

The storm raged on outside, rain lashing against the windows, wind rattling the panes. But it was nothing compared to the tempest inside you - a maelstrom of frustration, rejection, and an ache so sharp it stole your breath.

How were you supposed to face him after this, knowing how good it could be between you, only to have it snatched away? How could you just forget the searing press of his mouth, the urgency of his touch?

Somehow, you'd have to find a way to lock down your treacherous heart, to bury your desire so deep that even you couldn't feel it anymore. The alternative - pining for a man you couldn't have, burning for his forbidden touch - was unthinkable.

But as you finally turned to leave, your legs unsteady beneath you, you couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. That the undeniable pull between you and Fukuzawa was too powerful to be extinguished by duty or propriety.

One way or another, you knew you'd end up back in his arms. It was only a matter of time.

In the days following your heated encounter with Fukuzawa in the darkened office, you couldn't stop thinking about the electrifying feel of his lips on yours, the urgent press of his body against your own. The memory seared through you at the most inopportune moments, leaving you aching and distracted.

Though a part of you knew you should heed Fukuzawa's words and maintain a professional distance, you found yourself incapable of letting go. If anything, his rejection only fanned the flames of your desire, your need to prove yourself irresistible. You became utterly determined to shatter his iron self-control.

You began putting extra effort into your appearance each morning, choosing outfits that clung to your curves, leaving tantalizing slices of skin bare. You made sure to bend over just so when placing documents on his desk, relishing the way his eyes would follow the lines of your body before he caught himself.

In meetings, you started openly staring at him, your gaze heated and unwavering. You'd trace your lower lip with the tip of your pen, gratified to see his eyes dart to your mouth, his fingers tightening imperceptibly on his pen. Under the guise of friendly touches, you'd graze your fingers along his arm or shoulder, feeling the way he'd tense at the contact.

But you didn't limit your newfound boldness to Fukuzawa. You dialed your flirtations up with all the men in the office. You'd perch on the edge of their desks, crossing your legs so your skirt rode up just a little too high. You'd casually touch their hands or face while laughing at their jokes, tossing your hair over your shoulder coquettishly.

All the while, you could feel the weight of Fukuzawa's stare boring into you, his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with a potent mix of disapproval and barely suppressed jealousy. You reveled in his attention, positive reinforcement for your provocative behavior.

Late one night, as you were once again working overtime, you decided to up the ante. Slipping out of your heels, you padded silently to Fukuzawa's office, easing the door open without knocking. He glanced up sharply from his paperwork, his eyes widening when he saw you leaning against the door frame.

You smiled, slow and feline, stalking towards Fukuzawa's desk with deliberate sways of your hips. Each step seemed to echo in the charged silence of the dimly lit office. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken desire and anticipation. You could feel Fukuzawa's gaze on you, tracking your every movement with an intensity that made your skin prickle with heat.

As you reached his desk, you placed your palms flat on the polished wood, leaning forward slightly. The action caused your blouse to gape open just a little, offering a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage. You heard Fukuzawa's sharp intake of breath, saw his eyes flicker down for the briefest of moments before he wrenched them back up to your face.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked, his voice carefully controlled.

"I thought you could use some company," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "And I had a few...questions about the case."

Fukuzawa's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His hands, resting on the desk, curled into fists as if he was physically restraining himself from reaching for you. "It's late," he said, his tone carefully measured, but you could hear the undercurrent of strain beneath the words. "Any questions can wait until morning."

Undeterred by his dismissal, you circled around the desk, trailing your fingertips along the smooth surface. Fukuzawa watched you warily, his body tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. When you reached his side, you perched yourself on the edge of the desk, crossing your legs slowly, deliberately. The hem of your skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing expanse of thigh, the lacy edge of your stockings just peeking out.

Fukuzawa's gaze followed the movement, his eyes darkening with barely suppressed hunger. His hands clenched on the armrests of his chair, the leather creaking under the force of his grip. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him, the air between your bodies crackling with electricity.

Emboldened by his reaction, you leaned in closer, placing your hand on his thigh. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. "But I want your input now, boss," you breathed, your lips just inches from his ear. "I'm sure we can find a way to...stimulate some insights."

For a long, suspended moment, neither of you moved. The only sound was the ragged tempo of your breathing, the thundering of your heartbeat in your ears. Fukuzawa seemed frozen, torn between the compulsion to maintain his professionalism and the undeniable pull of his desire. You could see the conflicting emotions warring in his eyes, the desperate struggle for control.

Then, in a sudden flurry of movement, Fukuzawa surged to his feet. His chair clattered backwards, forgotten, as he gripped you by the upper arms, hauling you up with him. Before you could even gasp, he had spun you around, pressing you up against the wall with the solid heat of his body.

Your breath left you in a rush as your back hit the hard surface, your chest heaving against his. Fukuzawa's hands slid down to your wrists, pinning them beside your head as he loomed over you, his face inches from yours. His eyes were wild, almost black in the low light, boring into you with an intensity that made you tremble.

"You just can't leave well enough alone, can you?" he rasped, his voice rough and gravelly with barely leashed hunger. "You're determined to drive me to madness."

Your lips parted, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but it dissolved into a soft moan as Fukuzawa ducked his head, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. A shudder rippled through you at the contact, heat pooling low in your belly. You arched into him instinctively, craving more, desperate for the feel of his hands, his lips on your body.

"I only want to drive you to honesty," you managed to gasp out, your fingers threading through his silver hair, holding him to you. "Admit it - you want me as badly as I want you."

Fukuzawa groaned against your throat, the sound vibrating through you like a tuning fork. His grip on your wrists tightened reflexively as he fought for control, his breath coming in harsh pants against your skin. "We shouldn't," he ground out, even as his hips pressed more insistently into yours, betraying the depth of his need. "It's wrong. But..."

You writhed against him, desperate for more friction, more contact. "But what?" you prompted breathlessly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it.

Fukuzawa raised his head, his eyes locking with yours. In their depths, you saw the last vestiges of his resistance crumble, the iron bands of his control shattering like spun glass. When he spoke, his voice was low and rough, weighted with promise and dark, delicious threat.

"But...I can no longer stand by while you openly flaunt yourself at every available man in this office," he growled, his gaze dropping hungrily to your parted lips as if he was resisting the urge to claim them with his own. "No more games, no more teasing. You're mine, and I intend to make sure you never forget it."

You felt a delicious shiver rush through you at his tone - was this the unraveling you had been hoping to provoke? Boldly holding his smoldering stare, you replied, "Is that so? And what’re you going to do to me...Sir?"

A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw as he seemed to wrestle with his self-restraint. Then, quicker than you could react, his hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back roughly.

"This..." he growled an instant before crushing his mouth against yours in a searing, hungry kiss.

You gasped at the ferocity of his passion, all the built-up tension he had been holding back now pouring into his ardent caresses. Your hands clutched at the front of his kimono as you met his fervor with your own desperate want.

Your fingers fumbled with the fabric as your mouth hungrily moved against his. He groaned into the searing kiss, the vibration sending sparks of need coursing through your veins. You managed to part the fabric enough to rake your nails over his toned chest, relishing in the way his muscles twitched at your touch.

Fukuzawa broke away with a ragged breath, his forehead pressed against yours as he gazed at you with molten eyes. "You've tormented me for far too long with your wanton behavior," he murmured, his voice strained with restrained desire. "Did you think I was blind to the way you paraded about, taunting me?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but any retort was swallowed by another kiss. This time he didn't hold back, pinning you firmly against the wall as one calloused hand boldly skimmed over the curve of your hip and thigh, squeezing your ass. You shuddered and arched shamelessly into his touch, silently pleading for him to continue his intoxicating exploration.

He trailed scorching open-mouth kisses along the column of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your sensitized skin. "Perhaps now you'll learn there are consequences for playing with fire," Fukuzawa rasped, his husky tone and the roll of his hips against yours making you dizzy with longing.

With your pussy throbbing and breath coming in shallow pants, you sought purchase by clutching at the broad planes of his back. All this time you had been determined to make this unshakable man crack - but now that he had, you were overwhelmed by the force of his smoldering passion. You wanted to drown in it, consequences be damned.

Fukuzawa's normally immaculate appearance was in delicious disarray - his kimono hanging open, hair tousled from your roaming hands. He pinned you with a look that made your insides liquify as his large, calloused hands skimmed over the bare skin of your thighs and lower back.

"Look at the temptress now," he rumbled, his voice husky and laced with want. "So responsive to my touch after batting those pretty lashes at every other man here."

You opened your mouth to respond, but only a breathy whimper escaped as Fukuzawa rolled his hips firmly against yours, allowing you to feel the undeniable hardness of his cock. Heat lanced through your cunt at the delicious friction.

"I should have acted on this long ago," he murmured against the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Shown you exactly where your teasing leads..."

His words had you trembling with heady anticipation. You fisted your hands in his kimono, tugging him even closer as your pulse thundered in your ears. "Then show me," you managed to rasp, throwing caution to the wind.

Fukuzawa's intense gaze searched yours for a molten moment before he captured your lips in another searing, demanding kiss. His large hands cradled you almost reverently as he walked you backwards towards the sofa, your sense of surroundings fading until there was only the roaring need between your entwined bodies.

With a resolute tug, your clothing began to peel away, his fiery caresses branding your bare skin as you finally surrendered to the lust that had been simmering for far too long. The air was thick and heavy with the weight of your desire, the office silent save for the mingled sounds of your heated breaths and moans.

The sofa bumped against the back of your legs and you tumbled onto it, gazing up at the imposing man towering over you. Even in this compromising position, Fukuzawa radiated authority, his gaze dark and intent as he drank in the sight of your naked, sprawled form.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he rasped, the slight tremor in his voice betraying his barely leashed control.

You could hardly breathe, your heart pounding as his burning gaze devoured every inch of your exposed flesh. He knelt between your legs and you could only watch, entranced, as his rough hands skimmed slowly over your trembling thighs.

"Such a tempting little vixen, teasing her superior," he continued, his voice low and gravelly. "And now she's finally within reach."

He parted your legs further, his thumbs tracing torturous circles on the tender skin of your inner thighs. "I'm going to show you exactly what happens to girls who flaunt themselves."

You shivered as his breath ghosted over your damp folds. The anticipation was torture, the aching need between your legs throbbing with each passing moment. He continued to torture you, peppering kisses all across the taut skin of your inner thighs.

Then, just when you thought you couldn't stand it anymore, Fukuzawa's tongue dragged along your slit. You arched into him with a startled moan, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue delved deeper, slipping right between your soaked folds.

"Oh God," you whimpered, fisting your hands in his silver hair as pleasure coiled within you, winding tighter and tighter.

"That's right," he rumbled against your slick pussy lips. "I want to hear every sound you make."

His words were punctuated by the firm press of his tongue against your clit, sending a bolt of electricity arcing through you. Your head fell back against the sofa, a cry of pleasure escaping as he licked and sucked at the swollen bud.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, the pleasure so intense it was almost overwhelming. You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, every muscle coiling tight, desperate for release.

Then, just as you were about to cum, Fukuzawa pulled away. You whined in protest, the loss of his hot mouth on your dripping pussy nearly painful.

"Not yet," he said, his voice thick and hoarse with arousal. "I'm not finished with you yet."

With a strength that sent another surge of heat to your core, he flipped you onto your stomach, his hand pushing the small of your back to arch your ass into the air. Your breath caught as you felt him kneeling behind you, his thick length pressing teasingly against your folds.

"You have no idea how many nights l've imagined doing this to you," Fukuzawa growled, the head of his cock sliding slowly up and down your soaked pussy. "How many times l've had to stop myself from bending you over my desk and fucking you senseless."

You moaned and wriggled against him, desperate for him to fill you. "Please, Yukichi," you gasped, his name slipping past your lips without thinking.

At the sound of his name, he grinned widely, one hand coming up to swiftly slap your rear. "You will address me as 'sir'."

Another, harder, smack had you whimpering, the stinging sensation reverberating through your core. "Yes, Sir," you breathed, fingers baring a white-knuckled grip on the couch cushions.

He teased your folds with his cock, his hand kneading your reddened flesh. "Good girl," he murmured, watching the mushroom head of his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, he gripped his thick length and guided it to your slick entrance. You moaned as the tip slid into your cunt, your walls stretching deliciously around his girth.

"God, you're tight," he groaned, slowly easing himself deeper.

You gasped as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, was exquisite. You pushed back against him, wanting more.

With a deep groan, Fukuzawa began moving inside you, his thrusts slow and deep. He built a steady rhythm, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was obscene, echoing in the quiet office. Pleasure coiled tighter within you, the tension ratcheting higher and higher with each thrust.

You could hear him grunting with exertion, the soft, guttural sounds of his pleasure driving you wild. The heat, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being fucked by the man who had consumed your every waking thought for months was almost too much to bear.

"Sir. Yukichi…fuck!" You gasped, your words dissolving into incoherence as his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you.

He grunted, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. "Say my name again," he growled, his voice strained.

"Yukichi," you moaned, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

At the sound of his name, he groaned, his cock throbbing within you. He pounded into you harder, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully.

You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the wave of pleasure cresting inside you.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his thumb found your clit, circling and rubbing the swollen nub.

That was all it took. You came with a wail, your walls clamping down on his thick cock. Your vision whited out as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, rippling through your entire body.

As you trembled through the aftershocks, Fukuzawa continued to fuck you, his pace erratic, his breathing ragged. He groaned as his cock pulsed within you, spilling his hot release.

He paused for a moment, his weight holding you down before he slowly pulled his hips back, letting his softening cock slip out of your cunt. He hissed softly as he watched his seed slowly seep out of you, unable to resist the urge to use his fingers to push it back where it belonged.

The room was filled with the sound of your labored breathing, the air heavy with the scent of cum and sweat.

You were spent, your body languid and boneless in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Fukuzawa gathered you tenderly into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he settled onto the sofa. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as he held you close.

For a long moment, you simply sat there together, catching your breath, your racing hearts gradually slowing. The silence between you was comfortable, weighted with the significance of what had just transpired.

Eventually, Fukuzawa shifted, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring in your ear, "Come home with me."

You pulled back slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's wise?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice despite the seriousness of the question.

Fukuzawa's mouth quirked up at the corner, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and determination. "Probably not," he admitted, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare shoulder. "But I find myself throwing wisdom to the wind where you're concerned."

You couldn't help but smile at that, a rush of affection and exhilaration coursing through you. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown. But the thought of not taking that leap, of letting this chance slip through your fingers, was unthinkable.

"Well then," you said, your decision made, "lead the way."

Fukuzawa's grin widened, his hand tightening on your hip. "With pleasure."

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Hello! This is Fukuzawa request I got and I hope you like it and enjoy! :) <3

Request + both fukuzawa and the reader wanted a child, but none of them spoke about it. Until one day, the reader was asked to look after her bestie's child. So when Fukuzawa came back home from work, he would see his wife tending to a kid (and kink unlocked). And there goes the consent and babymaking process -🪷

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, domestic relationship (marriage), breeding kink, starts sensual/slow gets kinda rough, creampies, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

What if we had one too? || Fukuzawa Yukichi x Reader

Fukuzawa and you were married for a while now but never really discussed children, however neither of you minded it by any means therefore today you were taking care of your friend's child for the first time while they were running some errands around the town. You heard the door open as Fukuzawa came home from work and came up to two of you. He smiled softly and leaned down, placing a quick kiss on your lips as his hand gently caressed the kid's head.

"Hello darling. How are you feeling?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he went to sit down for your dinner table.

"Good as usual, I got some paperwork to do. Would you mind me?" he asked as he put some papers on the table, looking at the two of you with unusual softness in his eyes.

"Not at all, darling. I hope it's not too stressful." you smiled softly as your focus suddenly got taken away by the kid who pulled your skirt and pouted due to lack of attention.

"Oh sorry! Tell me, do you like to fly?" you asked excitedly while the kid's eyes widened at you as they stretched little arms and nodded. You smiled softly as you got up and picked up the little kid and got up, slowly moving in circles, slightly moving the child left and right. The child started giggling as Fukuzawa's eyes switched to the two of you, observing your little play. You giggled with a child as you slowed down movement, holding them and bouncing them up and down as they smiled widely at you, making your heart melt. Fukuzawa kept silently looking at the two of you as it felt like a little switch suddenly got turned on inside him. He put his papers back in the bag as his thoughts kept rushing and focusing only on how painfully lovely you looked with a child. You heard the doorbell and you went to open the door, child still on your chest as their little hands wrapped around your neck.

"Hello! I am sorry I am a bit late, I hope it wasn't too much trouble." your friend apologized as they took the child out of your arms and held them.

"No, not at all! I think we had a great time, didn't we?" you smiled as you gently squeezed the kid's cheeks.

"What do we say?" your friend asked the child as both of them were smiling at you.

"Thank you, Y/N." they said shyly as their little head bumped into your friend's neck making two of you giggle.

"No, seriously, thank you so much, I owe you one. Tell Fukuzawa I said hello." your friend said in a polite manner and you nodded as they left, watching them become smaller and smaller in the distance as you closed the doors. You sighed out and went over to Fukuzawa as his eyes haven't left you once since you caught his attention.

"Well that's new. Do you want some tea, dear?" you said positively surprised by the new experience as you placed a soft kiss on Fukuzawa's cheek. He took your hand and positioned to sit on his lap as your arms wrapped around his neck. 

"I am good, thank you, darling. How did you like this?" he asked in a gentle tone as his eyes closed, hands softly wrapped around your waist.

"Hm, I think it was fun! Obviously it's easier when it's someone else's kid, however it's quite nice." you said in a happy manner while your eyes went all over the place as you were answering his question.

"I see." Fukuzawa said in a calm manner as he opened his eyes, looking at you softly with slight lickerish hints in his gaze.

"What if we had one too?" he asked calmly as your eyes widened at his sudden and direct approach.

"Hmm, I never thought about it, but I am not opposed to it." you said in a quick and nervous manner as Fukuzawa's hands traveled under your shirt.

"I think you would be amazing." he whispered out as his hands slowly caressed your waist as his face leaned closer to yours, eyes low.

"You think so?" you asked him nervously as a little smile curled on your face. You wanted kids, that was not a question but you never thought about Fukuzawa feeling the same way. 

"I am certain." he said in a low tone as he leaned in more, your eyes closing as your parted lips met, tongues working with each other in perfect sync making kiss slow and passionate as Fukuzawa's hands moved on your back, swiftly undoing your bra. His hands moved down, pulling up your shirt, two of you breaking the kiss for a quick second as he dropped it on the floor and slided your bra down your arms, exposing your breasts. He took a quick look as his lips met yours once again, his hands gently squeezing and playing with your breasts as your little whimper got muffled by Fukuzawa's lips. He traced his way down over your waist and swiftly moved one of his hands under your legs as his other one supported your back as he got up and placed you on the table. You spreaded your legs around him as you cupped his jaw with your hands, pulling him in more and deepening the kiss. Fukuzawa's hands moved under your skirt, gently rubbing and squeezing your thighs. You broke the kiss for a quick second as your eyes traced Fukuzawa's face.

"I think you would be amazing too." you whispered out and he smiled softly, staying silent as he leaned down near your breasts, giving them a quick look. He started sucking on one of your nipples as your hands tangled in his silver hair, soft whimper leaving your parted lips as his tongue slowly brushed over your stimulated nipple. Simultaneously, he moved one of his hands further, gently sliding his fingers over your clothed pussy making you quiver as he touched your needy clit. Soft smile appeared on his lips as he moved on your other nipple, giving it the same treatment - gently sucking on it as his tongue brushed over it to ease up the sensation. You moved your hands out of his hair and put them on the table behind you as you narrowed your hips, giving his hand easier access to your needy cunt. He rested his fingers and part of his palm on the edge of your thigh as his thumb slipped inside your panties and he swiftly started drawing small circles on your needy bud. He moved away from your nipple and observed your equally needy face as soft whimpers left your throat, hips quivering under his touch. Your legs pulled him in more as he fastened up his movement, you could feel a small whip of precum leaking down your cunt making you more sensitive. He leaned in, lips faintly brushing over your soft neck as he started placing small kisses from under your ear down to your collarbone, listening closely to your little whimpers as your painfully empty cunt kept tightening and relaxing from stimulation of his thumb. He swiftly moved his thumb down, collecting the leaking juices as he let out a small gasp out in your ear from sensation of your precum coating his thumb and moved it back up, stimulating your needy clit faster making you moan as your legs tightened around his hips. 

"I need you inside, please." you whimpered out as your hands swiftly pushed haori off of his shoulders, making it drop on the floor and started messily removing his yukata.

"Eager now, are we not?" he said lickerishly as he sped up his movement on your clit making your hands fall back on the table. He smiled softly, almost mockingly as you let out soft snivels and kept looking at his stern, but prurient eyes with your needy gaze making him harder.

"Who am I to deny your desires?" he said as he moved away, leaving your clit alone in the process and removed his yakata, exposing his muscular, firm figure as he dropped it on the ground.

"My desires?" you mocked him, slightly breathless as you shot a look at his painfully hard cock that was making a heavy outline on his boxers. He scoffed as he pulled his boxers down, exposing his hard and firm cock as he stroked it slowly, his eyes looking at yours with burning desire. He moved towards you as his hands pulled you by your hips towards the edge of the table, narrowing you nicely for his cock. You laid down, slightly shivering from the cold sensation on your back as Fukuzawa slided two of his fingers between your panties and pussy, pulling fabric to the side as he held his cock with the other hand, lining it with your wet inner lips. He was gently sliding it up and down, coating his tip in your precum as your legs wrapped around his hips. He started pushing it inside your needy cunt making you close your eyes and whimper as a sudden feeling of fullness overwhelmed you. Fukuzawa cursed under his breath as he was thrusting slowly inside you, getting high from all the sensations your pussy provided for him. You clenched around his cock as he kept pressing your sensitive spot inside and stretching you out, tightening sensation making him let out a sharp whimper as his hands squeezed your hips firmly. He pulled your hips slightly forward as he started thrusting deeper inside you, his pelvic kissing your pussy with the end of each thrust as he kept steady, slow pace. You pulled him in more with your legs, needy for him to speed up his teasing movement as a small smirk appeared on Fukuzawa's lips. He slowed down his movement even more as he leaned forward, towering over your frame. One of his hands moved away from your hips and gently cupped your face as his eyes passionately traced over your face.

"Now, now, I need you to be patient darling." he whispered out as he placed kisses all over your chest moving his hand back down on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he kept his movement steady, thrust slow, sharp and deep making your eyes roll back as your back slightly arched away from the table. You moved your upper body towards him, his body following as you put your hands on the areas between his neck and shoulders, leaning in as your hot breath melted into his neck making him twitch inside you.

"Fine, we can do this your way." you whispered into his skin as you started placing soft, passionate kisses on his neck. He kept his slow pace regardless of the fact his cock started twitching as soon as you dragged your wet tongue over the skin you have just been kissing. He squeezed your hips tighter as he sped up his movement making you gasp out as he started relentlessly pressing your g-spot.

"You like to tease, don't you?" he asked you in breathy voice as he started thrusting inside you even faster, making you fall back on the table as dim whimpers started leaving your throat.

"N-, no, w-wait." you choked out through a moan as he put one of his hands on your lower tummy, feeling his cock pump in and out of you.

"Shh, be a good girl for me and take it now just like you wanted." he said in sly tone as he started thrusting more intensely, making your eyes roll back once again. He readjusted his hand and pressed your tummy more as his thumb started drawing circles on your clit making your hips quiver as moans kept escaping your lips. Fukuzawa started thrusting in you faster, his pace vigorously pressing all of your sensitive spots as his thumb kept stimulating your needy clit. You weakly wrapped your legs around his hips as your loud moans kept filling up the room alongside with his deep, breathy groans. Your pussy kept clenching around him making Fukuzawa choke out a deep moan as his cock twitched inside you. You could feel heat washing over you as your orgasm slowly approached, your desperate cunt leaking more precum on Fukuzawa's cock making him let out another sharp moan. Your tightened your grip around his hips as your body tensed up, closer to release with each thrust. Fukuzawa kept circling on your clit as he kept his relentless pace inside you, getting closer to his own orgasm.

"Are-, ah, are you sure about this?" he asked in breathy voice as he choked out a moan.

"Mhm..just..keep going." you moaned out, mind hazy as your pussy kept clenching around his cock. He digged his fingernails into your hip, leaving small imprints as he kept thrusting inside you vigorously, slightly messing up a pace on your clit but swiftly returning the steadiness. Your back arched as you felt orgasm finally bursting inside you, making your eyes roll back as loud moans kept escaping your lips. Fukuzawa kept his pace as his cock kept twitching, desperately close to his own release. You could feel your orgasm melting away, leaving you slightly lightheaded as you moved up, facing Fukuzawa. He moved his hand away and put it on your hip, leaving your clit alone, pulling you in slightly forward as he kept his ruthless pace making both of you moan continuously.

"Cum inside me." you ordered quickly through a whisper as you tightened your pussy around his throbbing cock. Breathy moans kept leaving Fukuzawa's parted lips as his eyes went low. He kept thrusting inside you messily as your words threw him over the edge, whip of cum filling you up inside as his grip on your hips grew harsher. He slowed down his thrusts, desperately panting as he kept filling you up inside, his legs shaking. You watched his cock pump in and out of you, slightly covered in mix of your juices as he kept fucking his cum inside you. Your breathing calmed down as he finally calmed down from his orgasm. Fukuzawa hands went under your ass as you wrapped your arms around him, confused by his action.

"I am not finished with you just yet." he proclaimed in his usual but slightly breathy tone, walking towards the bedroom, holding you close to his warm body with his cock still inside you. He entered the bedroom and dropped you on the bed, quickly pulling your skirt and panties down and dropping them on the floor. He swiftly came back on the bed, positioning himself between your legs and towering over you as he rested one of his hands next to your face. His other hand lined up his still hard cock with your entrance and pushed it inside making sharp gasp escape your throat. He moved his hand to the other side of your head as he immediately started thrusting fast inside you. Your hands grabbed his wrists as you spreaded your legs more for him. Fukuzawa's lips curled into a little smirk as he started pounding inside you even faster, his balls slapping underside of your pussy making you let out sharp moans. Both of you were more sensitive than before, little tears were filling up your eyes as he kept pressing your sensitive spot inside. He freed one of his hands out of your grip and tangled his fingers with yours as he moved them down, putting it on your needy clit.

"Play with yourself for me." he ordered, voice croaky as his hand fell back to its previous place. Your eyes widened as hesitant feelings washed over you, making Fukuzawa stop his movement for a brief moment.

"You want this, don't you?" he asked you in a sly tone and you nodded, however still hesitant.

"Then.." he whispered and started moving his hips, slowly thrusting inside you as two of your fingers suddenly started following, drawing little circles on your needy clit.

"Just like that. I will reward you afterwards just like you want me to." he continued his sentence through a whisper as he fastened up his movement, hips slamming into yours. His gaze was deep, eyes tracing all over your face, room filling up with sounds of your pleasurable whimpers and moans, Fukuhawa's silvery groans and his skin slamming into yours. He put one of his hands on your knee, spreading your legs even more therefore making you more sensitive. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly as your breasts kept lightly bouncing from Fukuzawa's vigorous pace. You could feel his cock softening and hardening inside your wet cunt as you kept leaking more and more precum, making him closer to his release. You kept stimulating your clit messily, feeling your orgasm tease its approach as Fukuzawa's cock kept pressuring all of your sensitive spots inside your needy cunt. Your hips kept twitching as you kept getting closer to your orgasm. Fukuzawa's eyebrows slightly frowned as a little drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, chest quickly rising and falling as soft groans kept leaving his throat.

"You are squeezing me too tight, doll. Want me to fill you up again already?" he teased as you stayed silent, desperately trying to reach your release. He kept ramming into you, continuously pressing your g-spot as you started circling faster on your clit, sweet heat finally spreading all over your lower tummy as your orgasm approached. You finally felt your orgasm bursting inside you once again as your fingers messily moved away from your clit, loud whimpers filling up your throat as it reached its peak.

"Good doll, are you ready for your reward?" Fukuzawa asked you in a shaky voice and you nodded incoherently as your orgasm slowly melted away, but his dick kept intensely stimulating your already sensitive cunt. You could feel him twitch inside you as he reached his orgasm, a whip of warm cum filling you up inside as he leaned down, lips swiftly pressing onto yours as he slowed down his thrusts. You parted your lips and his tongue snaked inside, two of you sharing deep and passionate his as he kept whimpering inside your mouth for a bit, completely stopping his movement as his orgasm slowly melted away. He pulled out slowly as the two of you broke the kiss and laid next to you. You carefully turned around, putting your arm and leg over him, hugging him tightly. He caressed your bare thigh with his fingertips as he turned his head towards you, looking at you lovingly.

"So, what do you think it will be?" you asked him in a soft voice.

"Hm..it doesn't really matter as long as it's healthy and happy." he answered in a silky tone and smiled gently at you.

"They are going to be the happiest child, you will be their dad after all." you smiled widely at him, eyes filling up with sparkles, making Fukuzawa let out a little laugh.

"I could say the same for you, love. They couldn't ask for a better mom." he whispered as his hand went up to your face, thumb faintly brushing over your cheeks. You smiled shyly as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"How about we take a bath?" he asked you in his usual tone as his fingers moved to play with a string of your hair.

"Sounds great to me. Then we can have lunch and watch a movie or something." you said in a soft voice and Fukuzawa nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the two of you got up and went to take a bath, enjoying the rest of the day together in each other's presence and discussing what your future will look like from now on.

The End :) <3

Thank you for request dear 🪷! :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed and thank you for all the support and love you showed me so far! I deeply appreciate it and I am really grateful :) <3

Huge kisses on the forehead for everyone :3

[suyacho]

wicked games // yukichi fukuzawa

you two shouldn’t be speaking to each other regularly, especially not since you’re from opposing sides yet you can’t help sneaking out at night to see each other, finding yourselves in the sheets of a bed from yet another hotel room.

wditd collab | taglist

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - portmafia reader - reader wears a nightgown, in her 30’s - age gap (like 15 years) - not much prep - unprotected sex - clothed sex (reader in a nightdress) - praise - nicknames (president & sweetheart) - 700 words - not beta read, we raawdog this shit

note: this is a piece for @semisgroupie ‘s collab, thank you for letting me join🫶 enjoy this piece in celebration of the new season and the fukuzawa lovers being fed, this one goes to the 5 bsd enjoyers on tumblr JEKEKEKE (also this was supposed to be longer but i got insecure lOL)

“Doors open.” you smiled after hearing three knocks on the door, letting you know that he’s here. “I’m coming in.” Fukuzawa warned you, smiling devilishly, you sat on the bed in nothing but the new nightdress that you especially got for him.

“Took you long enough— poor me, waiting on you all alone in this hotel room.” you sighed, walking up to him, eyeing him up and down before moving closer so you were just a few inches away. Reaching out to close to the door behind him, you glanced up, smirking once you noticed his breath hitching. 

“Sorry, sneaking out of the agency isn’t as easy as you think.” he apologized and you shrugged it off, locking the door and pulling him closer. “It must be hard being the head of the agency.” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him and softly pecking his lips.

“Mhm, you look.. beautiful by the way.” Fukuzawa compliments you in between kisses, hands moving down to your lower back. “Just for you~” you smirked, moving closer towards the bed and pulling him with you, giggling a bit once you fell onto the bed, Fukuzawa hovering over you.

“You really seem to be liking it.” you teased, eyes darting down to the noticeable bulge, feeling the heat burning up in your body at the thought of you turning him on that much by a few simple kisses, turning you on even more.

“There’s nothing wrong with appreciating what’s mine right?” he answered, placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulders, hands roaming over your body, his hand finding its way between your legs as he rubbed you through your panties teasingly, groaning at the damp spot. 

“Of course not—” you whimpered, gently pushing him off you, being met with a frown from Fukuzawa. “Changed your mind sweetheart?” Fukuzawa questioned, genuinely care lingered in his tone as you shook your head, hand trailing down his chest, stopping just right on his bulge. 

“I just… wanna see you get undressed for me president.” you answered, looking at him with begging eyes, teasingly rubbing his bulge, squeezing your legs together as he let out shaky breaths. 

“Good girl.” Fukuzawa praised you, coughing nervously as he felt your eyes being glued on him, slowly taking his jacket off, tossing it aside somewhere next to the bed. Laying back on the bed, you relaxed as you watched him with every move. Not being able to help yourself, you slide your panties down just enough, teasingly you rub your feelings over your clit, whimpering needily, locking eyes with Fukuzawa after, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t it crazy how you’re obeying someone from the port mafia so easily, president? I wonder what they’d think if they knew…” you teased him, slipping two fingers in as a moan escaped your lips, pumping them in and out as you watched Fukuzawa get rid of the last piece of clothing he had on. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he groaned, spitting on his cock, stroking it and lining up with your entrance, eyes filled with pure lust. 

“Please, it’s been so long…” you begged, pulling your fingers out and stroking his leaking cock, desperate to be filled nicely. “I know sweetheart, relax for me.” he cooed, slowly pushing the tip in, locking eyes with yours.

“Fuck– we shouldn’t be doing this.” Fukuzawa groaned as he soothed inside of you, giving you a few seconds to adjust, clinging onto every last bit of selfcontrol he had left to not fuck you immediately. “Oh but president, you can’t resist me.” you smiled innocently, knowing you were pushing his limits, a loud moan escaping your lips as he pulled out and pushed it in again with one quick thrust, making you dig your nails into his back for the slightest bit of support. 

The night was going to be long, it was already obvious after all the teasing you did still, who could really blame you? It had been so long and both of you were obsessed with having one another so close, always coming back to each other to hook up, no matter how many times it had been, it was never enough. You knew how wrong it was but it felt oh so good, how could you not?

After all, this was your little secret together, no one would expect the head of the agency to have a partner from the port mafia, but maybe that was exactly why you kept on coming back to each other.

networks: @tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

[fyod]

reposted from old blog. edited a bunch tho.

everytime he, fukuzawa yukichi meets with you, you get full control to use him however you liked. it was one of your favorite past times, especially when you get to have fukuzawa all wet with his own cum and trembling from oversensitivity — it reminded you alot of a vibrator.

you just had to snag him up and keep him all to yourself.

the redhot arousal that swirled in your lower belly when his stotic shell crumbles right before your eyes was refreshing, addicting. so addicting that you got hooked on it. you loved to see fukuzawa fall victim of a earth shattering orgasm, lived for it even.

oh. how red and puffy his face would get, eyesbrows drawl in and mouth slight agape when you unlock a new kink for ‘em or how hopelessly helpless he looked when you touch him differently, leaving him grappling at whatever’s closest..

such a helpful little thing, isn’t he? always at your service, your beck and call.

[icedemi]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat : junichiro , dazai , fukuzawa !

cw : cumplay. mentions of ; pregnancy??. unprotected sex, cum eating ; ( junichiro ) fem! implied reader ( mentions of cunt ) NOT proofread . NSFW below the cut . MDNI... !! 🎀

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junichiro ;

poor baby didn't even notice the condom broke until you gave him the"seriously?" look, he swears he didn't mean it !

immediately pulls out and watches his essence seep out of you in embarrassment..

" s-shit m'sorry sweetheart... want me to draw you a bath? " he shyly offered as he kissed your inner thighs.

a devilish smirk appeared on your face , one thing leads to another and suddenly . . .

junichiro is a whimpering mess eating his cum out of your leaking hole ??

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dazai ;

this shitbag 100% came inside on purpose ! can you blame him though..? the way you were clenching around his thick cock is enough to drive him crazy..

he swears he was "hypnotized" by the feeling of your sweet cunt he couldn't stop himself, he promises he's sorry and it won't happen again ! (it'll happen again..)

he slowly inserts his long slender and fuck, veiny fingers into the depths of your cunt, collecting all of his warm seed.

" open up 'donna, c'mon it's good for you ! s'full of my sweet delicious nutrients.. "

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fukuzawa ;

as you were bent over his desk taking his thick length, you whine at the sudden empty feeling..

turning your head, you see fukuzawa had pulled out and is throwing away the broken semi-filled condom.

" 'zawa..? is everything okay? "

"condom broke.."

"seriously?! that's the third time this week ! "

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :

🖋️ // hiya everyone ! i kinda rushed this one since i hadn't posted in over a month, took a mental health break + a bit of revamping!!

got lazy towards the end.. (sorry fukuzawa lovers!) ive had like NO motivation and id love for you ppl to send me requests and thirsts...!!!! PLS 🫶🫶 askbox is always open 🎀

©icedemi 2024 don't steal, translate, re-upload etc. reblogs r appreciated! 💌

[tsukiboo]

bungou stray dogs (random) nsfw hcs

bc i finished season 4 and DAMN that shit was good it fired me up, so here’s some like little thoughts i had on these characters, PLS LMK IF U WANT MORE (i did nawt proof read this forgive me)

dazai

mannn lemme tell you. he LOVES being praised. especially when he’s eating you out, the combination of you telling him how good he’s doing with the tight grip you have in his hair? this man could die right then and there.

chuuya

let’s be real, this man loves degrading you LIKE CMON?! if we took it a step further he likes to see you cry too, but that’s another topic for another day.. ANYWAYS he loves seeing how you squirm and react to his words, he swears he means them with love but sometimes he can be a lil mean sometimes — “ you’re such a greedy plaything— all that pretty little brain knows how to do is bounce on my dick, huh?” his hands resting behind his head, showing no intent of helping at all— “fine then, do what you do best slut”

fukuzawa

absolute menace at pussy eating man. this man will have you BEGGING for him to stop because he wants to make sure you have your fill and then some. his favorite position is when he has you sat on his face with his arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place with no where to go. he honestly doesn’t mean to make you cry (bc he lowkey hates seeing you cry) but he always gets too carried away w/o realizing it:(

michizo (my fav omg)

this boy always acts tough n shit but little does the port mafia know he is a SIMPPP for you. every delicate little touch you give him, every simple kiss on his jaw, his neck, his chest he’s completely putty in your hands. and not mention this poor boy is a whiny MESSSS when you give him head , saying shit like — “y-you feel so good” (his hand always squeezing the thing closest to him because he doesn’t wanna ruin your rhythm) “please make me cum” AND ITS SO CUTE EVERYTIME

fyodor

sadist. thats it that’s the message

[miyaur]

🪷 anon here

requesting a bsd Fukuzawa x fem!Reader married hcs🥹🥹

Sfw and Nsfw if it's fine with you🫶🫶

⟢ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ft. fukuzawa

・sypnosis. how did you get together with him? and what's life after marriage?

・notes. gasp emoji a bsd post from me?!?! also hihhihi bro!!! more than willing to make sfw/nsfw hcs!!! honestly it's lowkey hard for me to do sfw hcs by themselves LMFAO, anyways

・warnings. nsfw toward the end, nickname daddy/sir used, breeding kink

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what he is like in marriage?

・oddly peaceful, honestly thinking about his title annd stuff he'd be busy and stuff, and wouldn't be all that available, to your (and my) surprise, he's always there when you need it the most. probably would try his best to keep you away from his job though, it doesn't sound all that pleasing. only few people probably know about you too, like ranpo and just maybee yosano, just maybe.

・this man treats you like absolute royalty, anything, and everything about you is his favorite, most of the time is willing to try out whatever you find interest in, doesn't really like pda btw, much prefers to keep most things romantic in private, just between both of you. would probably adopt a cat with you if you want, but if you don't, that's alright too, anything you're okay with, he is too, most of the time at least. likes to feed stray animals near your shared house honestly, love all of them and probably gives some names based off what breed they are.

・oh but if you do happen to also work at the agency, he won't show much affection, because pda is not really his thing, never has been, prefers those little moments between you and him only, to be only with you and him, why does he have to share lol. plus is scared if any enemies had realized you were his weakness, being his spouse and all, that wouldn't be good at all, so he prefers to keep your relationship on the low, for your sake.

・but he does give affectionate glances, every once in a while, after all you are still his, and he's yours. next question: does he mention anything about kids? no lmao, you probably have to ask about the topic if you want him to think about it, just think. but another reason he would bring it up, is if like some lost kid just happen to be there, right beside the overly crowded place, tear stained face, every now and then glancing to the left or right, and parents probably abandoned the poor child. and you both decide to take the kid in, for a bit, 'till she finds a home, or if he tries to ask at least once about kids, but don't depend on it, even if he's good with the kid, he doesn't really bring it up. but honestly, maybe you both could adopt the little girl instead of bringing her to the adoption center, honestly, it'd be months after taking her in, that was when you both thought when should we be putting her in for adoption, or will we? you've both grown fond of her, even so by giving her a name, that you both decided on, well might as well just become her parents, officially, right?

・overall topnotch cutie as a husband, #keepbeingbbg

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what if he did want a kid tho haha thatd be crazy...... (yes he does)

・daddy kink, like his appearance and demeanor screams it. like he can be all vanilla and stuff, that's his usual stuff, but if you ask him to be rough, bro will go down on you. not into bdsm, he doesn't wanna hurt you at all, but if you want it.... okay....

・breeding kink, too i guess. he likes slow and sensual way more though, seeing you with his seed all up in there he just feels like ":D". that's it, but he just wants to kiss you gently, and praise your beautiful skin and everything, loves everything like that. only goes rough without your kind of request if he's been pretty stressed that though. that's where the breeding kink goes hard, like absolutey, call him sir or daddy and he'll give you as many kids as you want :)

・medium-ish sex drive though, becomes high if stressed, is what i'm thinking, probably pretty big too, girthy asf too probably. can go for ages, and ages, and ages, and ages. probably the time to lick all his cum out your hole, sometimes wants you to masturbate in front of him

・probably while he's fucking you, rough or vanilla he's gonna start asking about what the kid's name should be, also would whisper immaculate amount of praise, like almost too much, but it balances out with how good he treats your body, and the marks upon your neck and collarbone afterwards. honestly doesn't care that much for other stuff during sex, finds the moments between you both alone is more attractive than anything else. loves making you happy more than anything. praise galore btw did i mention that yet, also loves kissing you everywhere

・also likes it when you cockwarm him while he does work, and he whispers into your ear about how he's almost done, the pile of work says otherwise though. super affectionate while watching you lowkey squirm on his cock. probably caresses his hand over your belly bulge from time to time ・super vanilla, or absolute fucking rough, no in between, that's it have a good night

[weird-grapejuice]

I need more fukuzawa yukichi x readers. please, I’m begging you. please. smut, fluff, angst, anything. please. bsd writers. please…I love you…my father left me so please…help me heal with this sexy af old man. Just LOOK AT HIM.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk<3

[urlranpo]

BSD | Where's the Dessert?

summary | how the ada boys eat you out

ft | dazai, ranpo, fukuzawa, kunikida, atsushi

warnings | smut, cunnlingus, degradation (dazai, slightly ranpo)

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Dazai

His silver tongue is a dangerous weapon, and he knows it. It's not often that Dazai is between your legs since he much rather be inside you, but when he is, he teases you to tears and laughs about it.

"You're really just a slut, you know that? Moaning loud enough where we're sure to get a complaint from the neighbors and all I'm doing is making a mess of your sloppy pussy," his voice is too causal that it's demeaning as he stares you down from in between your legs. The haze in his eyes scream evil and you're inclined to believe it.

Whining you try to protest, but he only shuts you up the second he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "Well I guess I'm just going to have to treat you like the whore you are, aren't I?" Instantly his tongue finds its way to your wet heat and one of his thumbs press lightly against your clit, making you shiver.

You can feel his smirk against your folds as his tongue laps at you. And when it's all over he won't be shy to admit that you look adorable when you come over his mouth.

Ranpo

Is there anyone better suited for the job than the world's greatest detective? There's nothing more that Ranpo loves than delving into your sweetness and making you shake from his tongue alone. He's not usually the giving type and that will not change. When he goes down on you, he's doing it for himself. Ranpo can't help but want his next dessert to be you since you're his favorite sweet to eat.

As you have your legs wrapped around his head, he's doing his best while pouting because you won't stop squirming around while he's trying to enjoy himself. Selfishly, he holds your hips down, "Stop moving will ya?! It's my snack break and you're ruining it." There's a frown on his lips, but you swear to god that he smiles the second he presses his face against your heat again. The little shit.

You're about to tell him off but are abruptly cut off by your own moan. Ranpo snickers and pulls away just to see your fucked out expression he loves so much. He's sure to tease you later about it, but for now all he cares about is shoving his tongue into your soaked cunt. Lord knows how much he loves to drink you up like you're the last meal he'll ever have.

Fukuzawa

If there's one person to treat your pussy like it's his only duty, it's Fukuzawa. There's no man that's more delicate and precise with every movement and touch he gives you. You swear you almost fall on the spot when he lays down flat on his back and beckons you over with the curl of his finger.

The first couple of times he was bashful at the mere thought of preforming oral, but the grip he has on your thighs the moment you're hovering over his face, tells you he's since overcame that. He's all too eager to please you and gets to work almost immediately, but not before biting the inside of one of your thighs. He needs to leave a mark, or he won't be satisfied.

He'll have you in tears within the first few minutes. With his tongue pressed against your clit and one of his fingers sneaking into your dripping hole, he'll grunt at the sound of your whines. He pretends he hates to see you cry, but he really, he adores your whimpers and cries for him to slow down (though he'll never admit that to you).

Momentarily, while you're clamping your thighs around his head, he'll pull back and scold you, "Darling, don't start crying when I've only just started."

Kunikida

To this day, Kunikida is self-conscious about going down on you. No matter how many times he finds his face in-between your thighs, it's like the first time all over again. He finds himself staring down at your heat, blush covering the entirety of his face and neck. Almost every day of his life he's in danger, yet he's still acts like the virgin you first met when you started dating.

Kunikida gulps as he's kneeled down in front of your bare pussy. There's a meticulous method he has stored in head when he begins to trail light feathery kisses to the insides of your thighs. They lead all the way up before he stops just before he gets to where you want him most.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before he leaves soft presses of his lips along your slit. He's so gentle and sweet, and before the night is over, he promises that you'll be satisfied with his performance

Atsushi

Your sweet, sweet little Atsushi. There will never be a time he's confident enough to give you the pleasure you deserve. Every time he even thinks about going down you out, he grows anxious. Not because he doesn't want to, because there's nothing he wants more, but because he's not necessarily confident in his ability.

However, with some reassure here, and some praise there, he's glowing with anticipation. Atsushi literally tears your underwear into shreds and promises that he'll buy you new ones, but for now he needs to eat you out.

"Baby, you're so sweet. Could stay here for hours," he sighs delightedly, cheek rested against your inner thigh and eyes trained on your cute face. He's so in love with you.

So, when he does get back to work, there's something carnivorous about him. Atsushi practically has to pin your hips down because you won't stop shaking. He feels so proud, yet underserving when he hears you mewl out his name over and over again.

[nightfalltales]

yukichi fukuzawa abc nsfw headcannons

parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + penetration + praise + oral sex (giving & receiving) + breeding + teasing (if you squint) + office sex + rough sex (if you squint); dom!yukichi + sub!gn reader; explicit

word count: 2.4k+

author’s note: i hate college sm and i’ll do my best to post as much as i can :(( also i NEED fukuzawa so BAD..

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

✦ a = aftercare 

this man’s a master of aftercare. after a steamy moment, he doesn’t want to leave you alone :(

this man would ask if you’re alright and if you need anything. like if you ever need a bath, this man will run a bath for you, eventually join you as well bc going to sleep dirty is not his motive. if you ever need an extra blanket, this man already got it for you. if you ever need something to eat, this man would cook for you (i see him as a decent cook so don’t expect a gourmet meal)

during aftercare, he would praise you for how well you did and how well you take him<3 PLSS THIS MAN HSFGYGJ

✦ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he’s proud of his body physique even though he’s like 45 but who cares, he’s trained at a young age & is a swordsman assassin, so i would imagine he would still maintain his body physique and is still proud of it.

for his partner, i typically believe he doesn’t have a favorite body part of you. just seeing you is basically enough to be his favorite bc he loves you.

✦ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ok listen this man would cum inside you. you would feel his cum splattering inside you and would pull out once he’s satisfied probably for another 2-5 mins. he’ll kiss you to let you know that you took him well and would whisper praises in your ear, feeling his hot breath brushing against it.

if you’re not the type to want his cum inside you, that’s okay! he’ll cum inside the condom he placed on himself.

i feel like he’s a clean man so i imagine him not wanting to see his cum on your face. if you’re giving him head, he’ll want his cum in your mouth and not on your face.

✦ d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i imagine him having dirty thoughts or dreams of you, either in his sleep or in his mind. like his dream would be about you being naked and sprawled out, seeing how wet you are and allowing him to fuck you. he would wake up startled just to see his dick straining and him just blushing about it. he would probably go back to sleep and ignore his needs or fulfill it with his hands wrapped around his cock, thinking about you and only you.

as for dirty thoughts, whenever he sees you in a short or tight skimpy outfit, he would once again blush about it and try his best to not think about how he would lure you in his office and fuck you on his desk, groaning about how arousing you are and how you made him feel like this.

✦ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hmmm this is a bit tricky but i feel like he’s been in a few relationships and has done this before or hasn’t been in one relationship but he definitely knows what he’s doing. idk, y’all can think about this one.

✦ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. 100%. listen, he is a simple man and likes a certain, yet simple position that allows him to see your face.

not only just missionary, as long as he can see your face, then other positions are fine. imagine him hitting you from the back and his hand gently cupping your jaw to make you face him, giving you kisses everywhere for how well you’re taking him and praising you well like, “you’re taking me so well, y/n..” LORDDDD

✦ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hmm again this is tricky, man is serious. i feel like once he’s in an intimate moment with you, then he’s not goofy because they want you to feel good with pleasure only. but then again, if there was a funny moment between you too having sex, both of you would probably stare at each other and giggle. once you two stop giggling, he’ll ask if he can continue or he can stop and just rest alongside him.

✦ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he’s groomed well, has a few hairs, but it’s not too messy bc this man screams clean. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

✦ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

omg if you’re with this man, you’re hella lucky. let’s talk about the romantic aspect first. this man is quiet, so no pda, sorry :( the least he can do outside is to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. however, in private, he’ll give you the most affection <3 this man can hug you behind your back if you're washing dishes, kiss your cheek randomly, pat your head as he passes by, you name it. he’s a man who shows no affection outside but inside, he’ll reveal the real him once you two are alone 

for intimacy of how y’all are during the moment, this man would focus on you and only you. you are his priority for his goal to make you feel good. i would say there are a few teasing here and there, but once you two are engaging in sex, then he’ll make sure you’ll feel good before he does.

✦ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

like i said in d = dirty secret, this man would jack off whenever he has a naughty dream of you if he ever feels like it. him grunting and pumping his cock more once the thought of you gets more naughtier<3

i imagine that whenever you are on a business trip without him and he misses you badly, he’ll jack off of the thought of you but only like 1 or 2 times mans got work to do anyway, he’s busy– but for sure, he misses you. once you are back home and in his arms, he’ll show you how much he misses you by pinning you against the wall and kissing you roughly.

✦ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfold sex. listen. hear me out. he’ll blindfold you with either a silk rope or his tie. he wants you to feel completely at mercy when you’re with him.

bondage. but a light one. man doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of either how the ropes are tightly wrapped around you or how uncomfortable it feels. mainly he’ll use a silk rope or his tie to tie your hands just like how we blindfolds you yk, just only your hands and nowhere else.

breeding. that’s it. literally. this man wants to fill you up. just the thought of filling you up to the brim and trapping all of his essence inside of you riles him up a lot. but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that’s okay, he’ll respect it!

cunnilingus. like i said in c = cum and i = intimacy, this man’s top priority is you. he wants for you to cum for him and he’ll lick every single drop of it no matter what. 

sorry, but if you have a degrading kink, he doesn’t do it. i don’t think he never wants to hurt you physically and verbally bc this man would never forgive himself if he ever hurts you. even if you convince him to degrade you, this man will decline.

edging. this man can either tease you or not whenever he feels like it. however, when he does, he wants to edge you so you can beg him for more, giving you enough pleasure to keep you going but not enough to send you over the edge. he also likes being edged himself since that always makes the finale feel better for him.

praise. 100%. you cannot tell me otherwise. THIS MAN WOULD PRAISE YOU FOR EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IN BED. like “you feel so good, y/n..” and “go ahead, cum for me.” and “good girl/boy.” or “good job, y/n..” OH MY GOD UHCGSUY

✦ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

either your guys home or if y’all live together, bedroom or anywhere, as long as y’all don’t make a huge mess, cleaning up a huge mess will prob make you and him more tired.

his office. OFFICE SEX. he loves to cover your mouth if you try your best to not be loud. “shhh shhh y/n.. everyone can hear us.” saying that with a DAMN smirk on his face.

✦ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hmm maybe if he’s like had a rough day and just wants to see you yk. it only happens rarely bc he doesn’t want to release his stress on you like all the time

in j = jack off, when he misses you while you’re on a business trip and came back in yokohama, he’ll pin you against the wall and roughly kisses you, grunts as he removes your clothes as you remove his. he’ll show how much he misses you and you’ll wake up with sore legs.

and d = dirty secret, whenever he sees you in a short and skimpy outfit, he’ll get aroused. and i def imagine that once everyone’s gone in the agency as they call it a night, he’ll ask you to stay overtime and definitely fuck you in his office, growling his way as he bends you over and takes you from behind. 

not to mention your voice. once he’s taking you down and your voice echoes through the room, moaning, screaming, whimpering, gasping, whatever, it turns him on. a lot. “go ahead, y/n.. you can let it out. let me hear you.”

✦ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading. this man is soft, so i don’t see him hurting you verbally nor physically, this man would provide you pleasure and only pleasure. 

public sex. this man would not risk his own reputation just to have sex with you in a public area. 

he doesn’t share. no threesomes, or gangbangs. ik that man will be overly jealous and hold his grudge to harm them.

that’s all i can think of, just know this man is private and would deal with you in a private manner and not in a public or humiliating manner.

✦ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

listen, this man would choose to satisfy you than himself so he’ll prefer to give you oral instead of you giving oral to him. he’ll lay you down on a surface in your shared home or his desk in his office and eat you out.

as for receiving, as long as he can cum inside your mouth, he’ll be fine with it. bonus if eye contact is added as you suck him off, he’ll get off faster ;)

✦ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally, it’ll be like in a normal pace if y’all know what i mean. but if y’all are into it (and he asks for consent), then he def goes fast and rough on you. if y’all miss each other, then slow and sensual.

✦ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i think this one depends? because i don’t think he’s into quickies since he would want to take his time with you. but if he actually wants you real bad, then yes– either in his office and before y’all go to work– that’s pretty much it, a bit often btw

✦ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sorry, he has a reputation to take care of, so no public sex where everyone can see. doesn’t really take risks either but as long as you’re in his office or anywhere private with him.

✦ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally, i think he can go up to 2-4 rounds. he’s a 45-year-old dilf but is also tired from work, but don’t worry– it’ll last long for your own pleasure ;)

if he misses you, he goes up to maybe more than 2-4 rounds, perhaps all night if you’re willing. he misses you so much, he just gotta show you in his own time with just the two of you alone.

✦ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s a simple man, so no toys. he prob doesn't know how to use it on himself either LMAO 

he wants to use his own self to pleasure you. whether it be his fingers, his dick, whatever as long as it’s him and only him.

✦ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he def teases. I KNOW THIS MAN TEASES. he’ll praise you to see you blush, def whisper dirty words to you to rile you up, you name it. he loves seeing you putty in his arms.

✦ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when y’all are alone together, he def grunts, groans, moans, whimpers, and dw, he’ll be loud enough for you to hear him, but not too loud yk. however, if it’s at his office, he grits his teeth together to avoid making noises or uses his hands to grasp at his mouth to muffle his noises as he pounds you on his desk.

✦ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s def a jealous man if he sees you talking to someone else instead of him. don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind talking to his employees, his acquaintances, but like if some stranger you just met complimented you or give you a flirty look, yeah he frowns and gets jealous. as long as you reassure him that your heart belongs to him and not someone you just met, he’ll def let out a sigh of relief and plans to pound you later tonight at his place to show you how much you mean to him.

✦ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

that one audio: “i know his dick is big.. i know it”, bc he has a big dick. like 6-7 inches, but also a bit of a wide girth.

✦ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

imma be honest, this man does not have a high sex drive at all. i mean he kinda does but hides it a lot. after he met you though, oh boy, his sex drive is WAY high (not right away but if y’all are comfortable to have sex with each other)

✦ z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s NOT falling sleep after y’all are done. he’ll provide you with aftercare and only sleep whenever you sleep, even if it’s a busy, tiring day for him !

[rae-writes]

Bsd men x incest

nsfw || gn!reader || 1k wc

Twin brother!Chuuya who denies that anything is remotely wrong about the relationship he has with you— it’s sweet the way you’re crawling under his desk to suck on his cock when he’s stressed, especially when you stick out your tongue to show him you swallowed it all. 

Twin brother!Chuuya who lavishes you with the most expensive lingerie shopping trips, letting you model every single piece you pick out until he simply can’t take it anymore and has to take you right there in the dressing room. Don’t worry about the store clerk that’s giving you a disgusted look, he’s just jealous. 

Twin brother!Chuuya who makes love to you every chance he gets, his favorite spot being in front of the giant window in the penthouse, praising you for being such a good sibling to him and babbling how much he loves you when he cums deep inside. 

Twin brother!Chuuya who wakes you up with his mouth, not daring to leave the bed until you’ve cum at least twice, but he got so worked up that he came in his boxers from humping the bed so now you have to take a shower together. 

[fem] Twin brother!Chuuya who has made sure to shove his cock all the way to your cervix every time he’s cum before and is just the happiest man on earth when you tell him you’re pregnant. 

Big brother!Dazai who ignores the stares whenever you greet him with a kiss on the mouth and just pulls you even closer to his body so he can return your warm welcome by adding his tongue into the mix. 

Big brother!Dazai who despises being too far away from you at any time, so he makes sure to sleep with his cock nestled inside you, even if sometimes he accidentally wakes you up by thrusting too hard- or gets woken up by you trying to fuck yourself onto him instead. 

Big brother!Dazai who is just the best brother you could’ve ever asked for when he gets you off with his skilled hands before work, all because you had a dream of him that made you all hot and bothered— he makes sure to catch every last trace of your cum with his mouth afterwards. 

Big brother!Dazai who grinds you on the bulge in his pants when he’s bored, uncaring if it’s at work or not. He gets so tickled when you start moving your hips yourself that he just can’t stop telling you what a good little sibling you are when you force him to make a mess in his pants. 

Big brother!Dazai who will fuck you anywhere and anytime because he doesn’t see anything wrong with showing his little sibling and everyone else that he loves them so so much. 

Little brother!Ranpo who is the biggest spoiled brat and expects to be woken up by you grinding against his morning wood everyday, and when you don’t, he’ll pout for the rest of the day- getting more and more annoyingly childish until he’s throwing a full on tantrum, forcing you to drag him off into the supply closet and fist his cock until he’s crying out apologies. 

Little brother!Ranpo who prefers sitting in the back of the train, in that one little corner that no one pays much attention to, just so he can climb on top of you and grind against your thigh. He loves it when you have to shove your fingers in his mouth because he gets too loud, but he just can’t help it when his favorite and only older sibling is praising him so nicely. 

Little brother!Ranpo who acts like it’s the biggest honor to press his face into your crotch and messily help himself, moaning about how you’re sweeter than any of the candy you give him, and he’s just so greedy and spoiled that he won’t stop unless you physically shove his face away— even then, he’ll whine for more until you give in, always happy to please your precious younger brother. 

Little brother!Ranpo whose insistence to always lap his tongue over yours to get a taste of the candy you ate has gotten him in trouble on many occasions- and many weird looks- but he’ll just brattily exclaim that it’s no one’s business and beg you to let him taste you again in front of whoever said it, just to show them he’ll never stop loving his big sibling like he does. 

Uncle!Fukuzawa who left for the war without saying anything to you, so when he comes back, he’s on his knees begging for forgiveness while you try to hide your tears with crossed arms. You’ll end up on your back while he laps at you with his tongue, going as fast or as slow or as long as you want, still mumbling out apologies until your eyes are hazy and you’re mumbling back forgiveness with a giddy grin. 

Uncle!Fukuzawa who’s happy to take you when his sibling asks if you can live with him, making sure you’re comfortable before heading to bed that night. He won’t deny you when you crawl under his covers with the guise of a nightmare, instead pulling you close and letting you ride his thigh while he praises you for being so sweet to him. 

Uncle!Fukuzawa who wishes he were a better man as he sits at the table for tea with your parent- his sibling- and lies right through his teeth about your whereabouts, all while you sit pretty underneath said table, hidden by the cloth, with his cock in your mouth and a starry look in your eyes whenever he manages to catch your gaze mid conversation. 

Uncle!Fukuzawa who decides your relationship will just be his filthy secret when he finally fucks you, losing all composure at how good you feel and promising you that your uncle will take care of you no matter what, just please please let him cum inside of you.

[chuuyasheaven]

helllooooo!!! can i make a request?? (first time so sorry if it's not enough according to the rules!!)

dom!character prompt 2 with fukuzawa omg ejdhsiskskksks imagining him with a sleepy gf!reader doing her best to make fukuzawa happy by riding while whimpering as her hips start to become more and more tired with each thrust

sjdhsisnkssk I'm going insane for older men ong

♡ Let me do it for you ♡ (Fukuzawa Yukichi)

2. "You're doing so good for me."

Tags. Fukuzawa Y. / afab! Reader, Reader is eepy, soft sex?, praising, pet names ("dear, love"), ada! Reader, small age gap (early 30s/mid 40s), might contain grammar errors, short?, etc.

Notes. Happy new years!! Hope you enjoy reading this!! ^^

He asked you if you were sure, and you nodded, again. Fukuzawa knew how much you worked today, so it wasn't a surprise that you were exhausted. But the both of you needed eachother badly, which ended with you seated on his dick. He could've been the one doing the work but you knew how much work he had completed today, leaving himself exhausted too.

"It's alright, I'll do it.", you assured him, still adjusting to his size. "If you say so,", he just let you, not in the mood to argue since he wasn't complaining anyways. When you felt comfortable enough, you started rocking your hips, slowly. You whimpered quietly into his neck, Fukuzawa was breathing heavily. You got a little faster, the pleasure giving you a little energy. He threw his head back and your back arched slightly.

Your head was on his shoulder, your whimpers going right to his ears. "You feel so amazing. .", you whispered to him, he cracked a small smile. "You too, love. Keep going, you're doing so good for me.", and you did, until the tiredness hit you again. Suddenly, your hips slowed down, Fukuzawa noticed of course. "Is everything alright? You slowed down.", you just nodded before answering. "Yeah, I'm just. . tired, that's all.", you tried to continue and speed up a little before you felt Fukuzawa's hands on your hips.

"If you needed help just tell me, I don't mind, dear.", before another word left your mouth it was quickly replaced with a moan as Fukuzawa guided you. His touch was soft and gentle, he was careful with your body. All he asked of you was to let you feel good. "I'm getting close. .", you told him, he just kissed you quickly. "Cum for me then,", Fukuzawa felt his own release near. It didn't take long until you clenched down around him and gushed around him. When you did, he just grunted again before releasing his load inside you.

"Let's clean up and then go to bed, we need it."

[sabosbabygirl]

Daddy..sorry Fukuzawa and You Cuddling:

Fukuzawa is much older than you and makes you feel like no one else ever has or could ever compete.

Fukuzawa’s cuddling is everything. However his favorite is your head resting on his chest while he lightly strokes your hair with one hand and holds your hand thats on his chest with the other. He could fall asleep so easily like that. He enjoys hearing you speak about your day or watching your favorite show with you. Occasionally he will kiss your forehead and say “I love you”.

NSFW: The man loves when cuddles turn into spontaneous sex. He will start pulling you on top of him and tell you to ride him. He is vocal and will tell you what to do or to keep doing it. “Mmm right there”, “Good girl”, “Yes darling”, “Ride me faster”. He loves it when you are on top because he feels like you are more wild and sexy. But he also loves going slow and sensual with you. When he is on top he will take his sweet time: teasing you, kissing, biting, feeling, and fucking you. Your pleasure is all he cares about and he will be sure you keep cumming. He will last maybe two rounds but if you feel like you need more, he will either finger fuck you or eat you out.

Daddy loves you very much. He is gentle but can be an animal when needed. Your pleasure is his happiness. He would also give you endless amount of love and don’t be surprised if he asks you if you need anything before you two get comfy in cuddling each other.

[yourfavhoesblog]

Fukuzawa x confident bttm!MALE reader

Sfw and nsfw

here are some headcanons and fanfic ideas about Fukuzawa from Bungo Stray dogs with a extroverted male S/O :D

Sfw

* Fukuzawa's male significant other is the complete opposite of him in personality, being extremely optimistic and confident. They are a natural-born leader who always knows how to keep a conversation going, and they have a way of making Fukuzawa feel at ease around them and feel like he can be dependent on him

* If you arent your usual happy-go-lucky self Fukuzawa is the type of person who would analyze and read into everything your doing to make sure your okay.

*He finds your confidence aspiring which he admires about you and often let his guard down when hes around you because of it.

* The two of them make a great team, and they always have each other's back. Fukuzawa is the calm, analytical one who can come up with strategies, while his significant other is the energetic one who can inspire and motivate others. Together, they can take on any challenge.

* Despite being opposites in many ways, they have a lot in common too. They both value loyalty, honesty, and empathy, and they both want to make the world a better place.

* Fukuzawa and his significant other have a lot of fun together, whether it's traveling, exploring new places, or just spending time together. They both value adventure and spontaneity, and they are always up for trying new things.

Nsfw 🔞 (dont read if uncomfy)

* Fukuzawa and you often end up having soft and slow sex and he never will try to hurt you or displease you in any way.(unless you tease him for too long)

*He has cosplay kinks defo and makes you wear a cat costume but like the tail has a plug which is a vibrator.

*You like to make comments during sex like "someone is eager arent they" which gets him all riled up and blushing.

*Fukuzawa likes it whenever you act bratty but then ends up being bend over his office desk while getting your hair pulled.

*He likes giving you hickeys on your thighs or places where people wont see because he doesn't like people to know the things they do in bed.

*Its obvious he gives the best aftercare too <3.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 16(free day)- Wtich!Reader/Landlord!Fukuzawa

Notes:  man, i'm going through a daddy thing huh. Also fair warning, there's a little bit of tentacle nonsense in this fic, but the tentacles are mostly a plot device.

You loved your job. Witch blood had been in your family for generations, and as the only girl of your family you were basically destined to become one. But you could not have been happier. Truly, you loved everything about it, from selling potions and candies to the village folk to hunting for special ingredients deep in the woods to summoning mystical creatures and striking bargains with them. You loved every minute of your witch work, always had. 

Your mother used to let you sit on her lap, braid your hair as she read potion ingredients to herself over your head. She used to let you add ingredients to the easier potions, your chubby toddler hands dumbing rosemary sticks into her bubbling cauldron, the same cauldron that now sat upon your fire. It has also been in your family for generations. 

While in the old days, witch work was more dangerous, now it had become a breeze. The villagers are kind and welcoming, and although you could charge them more for the quality of potion you produced, you decided to charge lower. This village was prosperous, but they were still just villagers, who needed to eat and buy clothes. You had magic, and didn't need these things as often. And besides, your kind older landlord lets you stay for really cheap, provided you let his eight cats come and go as they pleased. 

One of the cats, a white one striped like a tiger, is rubbing up against your leg now. You reach down, petting it a few times before it runs off, probably to join its fellow cats off somewhere. You smile as you watch him go. Really, you don't mind at all. Cats have always been a staple of your family. You have one of your own, a sleek black one named Fedya that refuses pets but secretly loves affection. For some reason he and one of your landlord Fukuzawa’s other cats(a brown one who had a strange affinity for bandages) always hiss at each other. 

Fukuzawa, the landlord who lived above you, was a kind older gentleman of forty-five, unmarried and perhaps the quintessential old cat grandpa(?). You had thought he was terrifying when you first moved in, with his stern eyes and shocking gray hair, but as soon as you saw him surrounded by eight cats of different sizes, smiling like a fool, that scary aura had disappeared, never to return again. He was kind to, treating you much like a daughter and giving you rent at half price. You provided him with free potions whenever he needed, although he always tried to refuse.

Truth be told, you actually had a bit of a crush on him. He was handsome and kind and very tall and you had a weakness for older men with stable jobs. Always had. But you knew he didn't think of you that way. He had even mentioned multiple times that he thought of you like a daughter. Every time you heard him say those words, it broke your heart anew. But you gritted your teeth and hid your crush and went on with life, because that was all you could do.

“Hello? Anyone there?” a woman says. The voice comes from behind you, out in the main part of your small shop. Whipping your hands on your apron and checking your caldron(it's empty, thank god. You almost burnt the house down once.) you exit the small potion preparation station and close the door behind you. The main part of your shop is airy, clean and almost always smelling faintly of oranges and lily’s. You have a glass case full of the more flashy potions, and bunches of herbs hand from the ceilings, perfuming the air with their scents. It's still not enough to overwhelm the orange thought. 

A young woman is standing anxiously at the entrance to the shop. She’s unfamiliar, with fluffy brown hair and skittish pale brown eyes, that dart from your face to her surroundings nervously. She’s an anxious, shy little thing and reminds you distinctly of a doe. You smile warmly at her, trying your best to reassure her. 

“How can I help you miss?” You say. The woman twirls a strand of hair anxiously around one finger. 

“Are you Miss Witch? I'm visiting and the villagers told me you're a witch by trade. Is that true?” She says. Her voice is soft, like ringing bells but it trembles. You nod reassuringly. “Yep, that's me. Do you need something in particular?” You say. 

“Um, do you have anything for insomnia?” The woman says, coming closer as she relaxes. You can see the dark circles lining her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights. You nod, reaching behind yourself and bringing two bottles out to show her. 

“Yep, I've got two. This one is a little stronger.” You hold up a green bottle, the golden label flashing in the midday sun. You continue, holding up another bottle, purple one with silver accents. “This one is a little weaker, but the overall effects are longer lasting. If I may ask, do you know the cause of your insomnia?”

The skittish girl jumps a little, coming closer and carefully examining the bottles closer. “I don't know Miss Witch, I just don't know.” The poor girl bursts into tears, bit fat droplets of water falling down her pink cheeks and splashing onto the wooden floor. You reach out, handing her a handkerchief. 

“Oh dear, well if you sit down I might be able to find the cause for you.” You say, putting both bottles away and walking across the counter, gently gripping the crying girl's shoulders and leading her over to the purple velvet couch set in the corner. She collapses onto it, whipping her tears with your handkerchief. 

She’s a frail thing, not enough meat on her bones and clearly sleep deprived, and you curse yourself for not noticing it sooner. The bell tinkles as one of Fukuzawa’s cats, the one you nicknamed The Bandaged Maniac, saunters in(you’ll never figure out how but he figured out how to open doors) and jumps on the girl's lap, licking up her remaining tears with his pink tongue. You’ve labeled him a ladies man, because he loves your female customers and could care less for your male ones. The girl laughs, and you swear The Bandaged Maniac smirks. 

“It's been happening for three months now.” The girl, Mila, starts out, handing you your soaked handkerchief apologetically. “Whenever I try to sleep, the nightmares come. Horrible, twisting monsters, who chase me and chase me and I just—” She breaks off, shuddering.

“Anyway Miss Witch, I'm so sorry about all of this.” She says, petting The Bandaged Maniac on his head. He starts to purr, sounding way too satisfied with himself. 

You smile, doing your best to be reassuring. “It's no problem Mila. and I think I know what your little problem is.”

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“Thank you Miss Witch, seriously.” Mila says, her pale hands gripping your own, her brown eyes, no longer ringed with shadows, bright with happiness. You smile. “It was no problem at all.” You say, seriously meaning it. You love your job, helping people gives you a rush you could never replace. 

Mila waves one more time, and darts out the door with a huge smile carved across her pretty face. You sink back onto the countertop with a breath. The door opens with a tinkle and your Landlord steps inside with a smile. You grin back, gently placing the necklace Mila had basically forced upon you when you said no charge on your glass countertop. The Bandaged Maniac noses at it, licking your fingers. You pick him up, planting a little kiss on his pink nose and dodging his kisses back. He curls up in your arms, purring up a storm. Fedya slips in the door behind Fukuzawa, and The Bandaged Maniac pulls his head out from between your boobs to hiss. Fedya sticks his nose in the air. 

Fukuzawa has a small package in his hands, and you watch, cooing on the inside as he pulls out some dried fish for Fedya. Fedya, like the little brat he is, turns up his little pink nose. You sigh.

“Fedya refuses to eat anything besides sashimi grade salmon, with a good fat marbling.” You say. He shakes his head with a small smile, stowing the box of dried fish in his inside pocket.

“I came to ask a favor if that's all right.” Fukuzawa says. His voice is as attractive as ever. You shove down any inappropriate thoughts and shoot him a small smile. He barely ever asks favors of you, and you have to bully him into taking any free potions. Sometimes when you turn your back he slips payment onto the counter top and leaves before you can complain. 

“Sure, anything you need. So what can I do for you?” You say, stroking Fedya as he leaps onto your shoulder, rubbing his black fur all over your neck. The Bandaged Maniac hisses as you put him down on the counter, and Fedya proudly leaps into your arms, as if he’s claiming you or something. You place him down as well. He glares balefully at you like you’ve somehow personally offended him, and proudly claims his seat, licking your necklace. 

Fukuzawa comes father into the store, petting the cat on his shoulder, a fat one named potato chip who leaps down, gripping onto your (thankfully covered) shoulder with sharp claws and sits purring on your shoulder. You sigh, pulling him off your shoulder and holding him in your arms. For some reason all of Fukuzawa’s cats are weirdly attached to you. You don't mind, you love cats. 

“Ranpo really loves you.” Fukuzawa chuckles, gesturing to the cat purring up a storm in your arms. You giggle. “I nicknamed him Potato Chip because he wont stop stealing my snacks.” You whisper, leaning forward as if you're telling a secret. Fukuzawa chuckles as you continue. “Anyway, you said you needed a favor?” 

You make your way back behind your shop, and Fukuzawa follows you. Fedya and The Bandaged Maniac follow you two, and Sushi(the black and white one) darts out from behind a chair, trotting up to The Bandaged Maniac and hopping unceremoniously onto his back. Sushi is a smaller cat, who at some point must have had some tiger blood mixed into his house cat genes. He was sweet and affectionate and a bit skittish, a rescue Fukuzawa had told you. Actually most of his cats were rescue’s. The Bandaged Maniac lets Sushi hang on, slowing down slightly so he doesnt fall off. 

You put down Potato Chip, who almost pouts at you unceremoniously, and move to your caldron, starting the fire with a wave of your hand. Fukuzawa sits down on your couch beside Potato Chip, and starts feeding him dried fish. 

“I was wondering if you could make a sleeping potion for me?” Fukuzawa says from behind you. You nod. “Yeah that's easy. Did you need a special one?” 

Fedya is crawling up your back, digging his claws into your skirt and leaping back up onto your shoulder. You sigh, chopping rumroot into identical pieces as Fukuzawa continues. “Well some of my cats have been having a hard time sleeping lately, and i was wondering…” He trails off, voice sounding apologetic. You smile. “Yep, i can finish that up by tonight. You can just stop by around eight to pick it up. That sound good?” You say, turning from your cutting bored to look at the man on the couch.

He’s just sitting, but he looks all relaxed and domestic and it makes your heart clench in your chest. You wouldn't say you want kids, but Fukuzawa evokes ‘id have your babies’ feelings in you sometimes. Hurriedly, you turn away. 

“That sounds wonderful.” Fukuzawa says, smiling. Fedya starts hissing from your shoulder. You sigh, reaching up to pet his soft fur reassuringly. 

“Yes, I know, I'll feed you right now baby. Sorry Fukuzawa, could you grab the sliced salmon out of the fridge?” 

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You really didn't know how you ended up in this situation. Well, actually you did, but it was all moving very fast. It was late, maybe 7:50 and you were on your hands and knees, drawing a summoning circle on the wooden floors of your work station. You need a few more ingredients, most notably the milk of a tentecalus, a strange monster from the ocean regions. The rest of Fukuzawa’s potion was bubbling on the stove, and you just need to finish it off with the fresh milk, and then it's done.

The summoning circle glows to life, and the strange smooth tentacles of the Tentecalus start sprouting through your floor. You’ve summoned this monster a few times before, but the strange blue glow the tentacles gave off was still a little concerning. You sighed, and moved closer to the beast. 

The Tentecalus was classified as a non sentient, meaning it was basically the same as an animal. So all you had to do was stroke one of the tentacles and get it to start secreting milk, which you would collect in a small cloth and squeeze into your potion. It's all going very well, and you're turning from the monster, and depositing Fukuzawa’s potion in a glass vial on the table when you feel a weird slimy thing wrapping around your bare leg. It's night, near bedtime and you're wearing a silk pajama sleep set, which leaves lots of bare skin exposed. 

Something wraps around your ankle and with a shriek, you're lifted into the air. Tentacles are wrapping you from all sides, two hoist your hands above your head, one worms its way around your torso, and yet another two grip your ankles, pulling your legs apart into a rather compromising position. You should feel scared, but then you notice the strange purple glow that has replaced the usual blue, and you realize you’ve forgotten one of the most basic rules of summoning Tentacalus’s. Don't summon them near october, their prime mating season. 

And sure enough, a thin blue tentacle is winding underneath your sleep shirt, twisting one of your nipples lightly. You bite back a sound, and try in vain to struggle from its grasp. But to no avail, it's got you snug. You have to erase part of the summoning circle, sending the monster back where it came from, but you can't reach it from where you are, hoisted in the air. You sigh, and sit tight, waiting for Fukuzawa to arrive. 

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Fukuzawa glances at the clock. 7:58. It's probably appropriate to go and visit you now. He gently lowers Sushi to the ground, closes the door behind him and makes his way down towards your unit. You’re such a sweet woman. It had been nearly four years since you first moved in, out of your depth and new to town. He was happy to offer a half price rent deal to you. It was really no issue to him, but you had looked so thrilled when he told you, all bright eyed smiles and friendly touches Fukuzawa hates how his heart clenched. You were much too young for him, pretty and fresh and vibrant and very popular with the village boys, although for some reason you never noticed.

You would never be interested in him as anything more than a friend, and Fukuzawa would have to convince himself the same. And so he tried his best to think of you like a daughter. You were a little old for that, but it helped him at least lie to himself that his feelings for you were fatherly compassion, and nothing more. He was a liar. And he was forced to come to terms with his less than pure feeling when he caught himself looking down your blouse. You were helping him hang Christmas decorations, holding the ladder as he climbed up it, and all he meant to do was look down as you handed him an ornament. 

But when he looked down all that he could see was your boobs, and the edge of your pretty white lace bra and he just…sort of short circuited for a moment, and almost fell off the ladder. You berated him and insisted you go up instead and then for the next half hour he got an eyeful of your matching panties, visible underneath your skirt. He really hated himself a little that night, when he found himself with his hand around his dick, your name on his lips. He felt like a pervert when it happened, like a nasty old perverted man. So he stopped lying to himself that he saw you as a daughter, and just focused on hiding his feelings and being a good friend, and not getting any more tempting glimpses of your underwear. 

He knocks lightly on your door, frowning as it opens with a creak. “Name?” Fukuzawa walls out, peaking around the door into your darkened shop. 

‘Oh thank goddess, come quickly Fukuzawa.” Your voice sounds strange, breathy and slightly muffled and Fukuzawa hurried inside, closing the door behind him and making sure to lock it. A faint purple glow is coming from inside your back room, and he pushes the door open, all ready to charge in and play the hero, but comes to a screeching halt as he takes in the picture in front of him.

The first thing he sees is your face. Eyes heavy lidded and full of relief as they gaze upon him, lips spit slicked with saliva and the most dangerous expression carved across your face. You look just how you look in his fantasies, when he has you bouncing on his cock, or when he has his face buried in your pussy, your hands tangled in his hair, yanking it as you buck against his face—

The second thing he notices, and maybe the most alarming, is the strange sea creature’s tentacles wrapped around your thighs, more around your boobs, still more pulling up your tank top and giving Fukuzawa a full view out of his fantasies as they work your boobs. But perhaps the worst is the two tentacles holding your legs open, and Fukuzawa’s eyes catch on the wet spot forming against the crotch of your matching sleep shorts. He gulps.

“I'm sorry about this Fukuzawa.” You say, and Fukuzawa immediately moves his gaze from the more intimate areas of your body back to your face. He subtly moves, adjusting himself in his pants. Hearing you say his name like that is not helping his boner go away. 

“I need you, ohh~” You interrupt yourself with a moan as the monster twists your nipple. Fukuzawa tells his fried brain that you don't need him, you need him to do something, obviously. His dick twitches anyway. You continue. “I need you to smudge the circle.” Your voice is breathy, desperate and devastating and Fukuzawa takes a hot minute to truly comprehend what you said. 

He does see something on the floor, a glowing summoning circle. Hurriedly, he smudges the chalk with his foot. The effect is immediate, the tentacles disappear and you fall through the air. Fukuzawa reaches out to catch you before his brain can tell him no, bad idea and suddenly he had an armful of turned on panting girl. You look up at him, eyes still clouded with lust. Fukuzawa gulps. He feels somehow like he’s already lost, that all you have to do is ask him, and he’ll bend to your will. Anything, he would do anything. Hell, he would even kill a man for you, just to get a taste of you.

“Fukuzawa.” You say, eyes on him. 

“Yes?” He replies, begging you dearly in his mind to let him have you. He would do anything.

“Kiss me.” You say, and like a puppet released from its strings, Fukuzawa does just that. 

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Fukuzawa kisses like a man staved, he kisses like he has been wanting, wanting, wanting, and is finally allowed to devour, and you love every minute of it. You feel desired, and treasured, and teased beyond measure and almost a little confused. But he’s still holding you in his arms, and carrying you across the room to lay you gently on the bed. The familiar covers feel soft beneath your skin, and Fukuzawa follows you down, pressing kiss after desperate kiss onto your lips, his thigh finding its way between your legs. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, the kisses turning dirty and desperate and you anchor your hands in his silver hair, tugging slightly. He groans and responds.

“Name.” Fukuzawa tries to pull away from your mouth. You keep pressing kisses onto his lips, robbing the breath from his throat. 

“Name, please.” He tries again. You answer, in between kisses. “Yes?” 

“I want to ask if—” He gets cut off again as you press a kiss to his pulse point, and he responds by kissing you deeper into the comforters, his thigh working between your legs. You moan and finally he pulls away, using a hand to hold your wrists against the comforter. You hate how much it turns you on. 

“I want to ask if this is just a one night stand for you.” He says, looking earnest and adorable, even as his big hand holds your wrists down. You squirm against his thigh, his stern expression thoroughly turning you on. He continues. “Because I really like you and would like this to be something more.” Your heart stutters at those words, the effect of them almost enough to pierce through the horny haze surrounding you. Almost. You do want to give him a true reply though.

“I would like it to be more too.” You say, the emotion is clear in your words. The effect is immediate, his gaze sofens, and his grip on your wrists loosens. You grind against his thigh again, his muscles tensing against your sensitive clit. He’s looking at you with such care, such clear emotion and love and yet you can also feel his dick, hard and throbbing against your leg. You grind down harder against his thigh, as he helpfully shoves it harder against you, releasing your hands as they fly up to his hair, dragging his mouth to your lips. He kisses you nonstop, rough, deep searching kisses that press you into the mattress. He recesses your hands, allowing them to tangle in his silver hair, yanking slightly on the strands. His hands are big, rough with sword calluses and deliciously warm as they smooth over your boobs, pulling your thin tank top over your head. He pulls away from your mouth, pressing kisses into your neck as he speaks. 

“You're so pretty.” Fukuzawa says, kissing lower and lower as he slides down, his hands reluctantly leaving your breasts to grip the waist of your sleep shorts, pulling them off. 

“Thanks.” You giggle, fingers lightly twisting your nipples, watching as his big hands grip your thighs, repositionsing you as he kneels down. “I always thought you were handsome, you know. Thought you saw me like a daughter.” You continue, head falling back as he licks your pussy, tongue dancing around your clit. He speaks in between licks, one thick finger prying you open. 

“Tried to convince myself, lied to myself. Always thought you were pretty and sexy and…” He cuts himself off as you moan, back arching as he adds another finger, scissoring you open. His fingers are thick, much thicker than yours and they fill you nicely. You know his cock will fill you better. 

“Want your cock.” You whimper, bucking into his hand widely. He pulls his mouth away from its dangerous motions on your clit, taking in your flustered appearance. You feel hot. Everything feels hot, and intimate, and you feel like you're going to go crazy if you don't have his cock inside you. Now. 

You tell him as much in begs, he chuckles at your enthusiasm, watching as you pull yourself off his fingers with a moan, pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top of him. You grip his thick cock in both hands, lining the head up with your dripping pussy. You sink down slowly, thighs burning as you watch his face. 

Fukuzawa bites his lip, eyes glued to where your pussy takes him in as you sink down, the slightest bit of sweat lining his temples. He has this dazed look on his face, like he can't believe this is happening, and you like it. No, you love it. The thought that he dreamed of this, that he desired this, made your pussy clench around him as you finally bottomed out, and you began to ride him. The naughty slaps of skin fill the air, your moans and Fukuzawa’s groans and the occasional whispered word. He lets you take control, at least until your thighs start burning and he lays you on your back, and then proceeds to fuck you nearly into oblivion. 

His thrusts are deep, almost like he’s trying to turn you inside out and with each thrust he brushes against your g-spot. Your back arches with a cry, coming off the mattress, and your nails dig scratches into his back. 

“Fukuzawa, I'm gonna cum.” You moan into his ear. He’s leaning above you, his big hands anchored by your head, leaving indentations in the bed. He puts his hips deep into you with each thrust, pushing you back into the soft surface of the bed. You cum with a cry, clenching around his legnth as he fucks you through it, whispering sweet little sentences into your ear.

Endnotes: sry the ending is rushed, i got super tired and my eyes started blurring over, so thats fun