#yukichi x reader 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.

— 🌊🪷

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."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I saw you wrote for BSD so I have arrived

Thoughts on who breeding kink in the show? Personally I think poe, chuuya & nikolai are all sluts for it 😞

Author's Note: What a fascinating request 👀 — I wrote some brief HCs on how each character likes to be bred specifically ❤️

Pairings: Poe, Chuuya, Nikolai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Tecchou, Fukuzawa x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, breeding kink, rough sex, clingy sex, mentions of knocking the guys up

Poe

Despite his shy nature, Poe prefers rough breeding

Like, bed creaking, sweaty, clingy, completely exhausted afterwards type of sex

He's always holding onto you somehow; clinging to your chest, holding your arms, wrapping his legs around your waist so that you can't slip out, to make sure that your cum stays deep inside ofc

When you're finished, Poe will be pretty out of it. Which gives you the opportunity to take extra good care of him 🤎

Chuuya

One word; DOGGYSTYLE

You will change positions a lot, but you'll end up fucking Chuuya from behind more often than not

Bro is VOCAL. One minute he's growling at you to go deeper, then he's whining like a little girl

He definitely uses his special ability to keep you inside of him. Can't let any cum spill out, now can we?

Chuuya arches his back so beautifully while you rail him. Just, unf 😩

Nikolai

Ahegao face. That is all~

Nikolai is probably the sluttiest out of this bunch, especially when it comes to breeding

Begs for you to fill him with your babies; moaning so sweetly for you and rutting his hips with you like a good boy

He is also the most, uh... forceful? out of the group. For lack of a better term

The kind of guy that would tie you down and bounce on your cock until he passes out

And also the kind of guy who makes you fill him up again because you just have to make sure he'll get pregnant, you know?

Atsushi

Put him in a mating press PLEASE?! 🥺

Our little tiger has a size kink too; so he likes to feel small and powerless when you rail him and cream his little hole 🤍

A mix of rough and soft sex works perfectly for Atsushi. He needs to know that you really love him when you breed him

Lots of kissing and leaning your foreheads together, giggling and nipping at his sensitive neck, whispering how you just can't get enough of his tight ass, etc etc etc

Kunikida

Is it really any surprise that Kunikida has this kink?

He wants kids someday, so of course you need to fuck him deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and d-

Missionary breeding with a touch of humiliation as you turn Kunikida into your pliant cum dump 💛

Tecchou

The most well-behaved out of the bunch (though Atsushi is a close second)

Tecchou begs so sweetly — so needy for you to turn him into your wifey ❤️

Definitely the most passionate out of the bunch too. His entire world is just you! You, as your hips meet his over and over. You, as a river of sticky cum floods his insides. You, as your hands cup Tecchou's face, kissing him for the nth time tonight

Fukuzawa

This old man wasn't even into breeding until he met you

But you showed him how lovely it feels to be fucked stupid, surrounded by his lover's scent on the sheets while you make him feel needed

Also extremely passionate even when you get rough with him

Hand holding, intensely making out, moaning, whining, blushing. All things that you can expect while you knock Fukuzawa up again and again and again

[chuuminn]

i will die on the 'fukuzawa has a breeding kink' hill.

are you gonna tell me he adopts troubled gifted ( and ranpo ) like they're collectables and doesn't find himself wondering about having his own kid ??? that he doesn't find the thought of you waddling around carrying his child incredibly appealing.

nonono. hope you've got stamina on the day it *clicks* for him, fukuzawa spouse. 'cause if you think you're finished after one round, you are so wrong. you're on your back, panting as you come down from your high and reaching up to pull him down for a sweet kiss like you always do. only instead of his head tilting towards yours, he's looking down to where your bodies meet, at how his cum is dripping out of you. the muscle in his jaw twitches as you call his name, softly drawing his attention back to reality.

"again-" he finally grits out, rocking his hips forward to fuck his release back into you. his gaze finally met yours, allowing you to see the intensity that's brewing behind his eyes. "you can go again. can't you, dearest?"

[miskamix]

New thoughts on the new bsd chapter?

Someone kill fyodor already please i can't stand him 😢 ALSO BRAM MY LOVELY HUSBAND WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE 😭

But anyways i'm kinda a bit lost like what happened with the swords, like did the people close to the explotion die?? I'm so confused 💀

ALSO THE WAY FUKUZAWA IS PROTECTING AYA?? 😭This is so cute but sad at the same time

I'm kinda scared that this was some sort of like way to show who is gonna die, like two of the characters(Fukuzawa and ranpo) from the picture that have an X over they're faces were in the explotion 😖

I'm praying asagiri is just doing some death bait again and they'll all live happily ever after!! 🤗🥰

[weird-grapejuice]

WAN!FUKUZAWA WILL BE MY DOWNFALL. It shows his skrunkly side that I did not know I needed until I saw his cute face (I̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶’t̶ n̶e̶e̶d̶ i̶t̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ m̶y̶ d̶a̶d̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶).

Anyways I fully believe that he would be the type of man that would show his softer side to his lover because he trusts that they will still respect him as a leader. H̶e̶ a̶l̶s̶o̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶’t̶ b̶e̶ a̶n̶ a̶s̶s̶h̶o̶l̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ a̶b̶a̶n̶d̶o̶n̶s̶ h̶i̶s̶ f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶. I̶’m̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶, D̶a̶d̶.

Images and GIFS are not mine!

[angelismmm]

🪷 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

[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

[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 two 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 you 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 !

[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.

[chocochipsushi]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞?”

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 4

⤷ Yukichi Fukuzawa as your boss

⤷ TW: Dom/sub, face slapping, office sex

⤷ WC: 1.4K

⤷ Short summary: It's after hours and your boss needs you.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“B-Boss—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Yukichi’s normally fierce eyes are on you, hazy and filled with lust. His grip tightens on your hips as he pounds into you harder. 

He watches your tits bouncing at every slam of his hips, your teeth biting down so hard on your bottom lip that he sees tears in your eyes, your cheek pink from his slapping. You look so pretty like this, lying atop his paperwork, your arms coming together in an attempt to hide your body from your boss, unknowingly squeezing your tits together perfectly. 

“Lower… ha… your voice, doll,” your boss grunts in a low voice. “They can hear you outside.”

Slapping your palm over your mouth and grasping at his wrist with your other hand, you bite down on your bottom lip to restrain any sound that may escape. Fukuzawa has his gaze trained on you, so intense that you felt your pussy clamping down on his hard cock. His unbound hand reaches up to brush his sweaty bangs back and you think he looks so handsome like this. Taking your hand away from your lips, you extend it in his direction. 

“Kiss,” you whine like the little girl you always turn into whenever you’re with your boss. 

He clicks his tongue. The very next moment, you have your breath knocked out of your chest when he lands a slap on your cheek, hard enough for it to sting but not painful enough to hurt, as usual. He knows your threshold now. When your senses come back to you, you realise that his movements are slow as he sheathes in and out of you at a leisurely pace, trying to catch his breath while enjoying your gummy walls rubbing against the ridges of his cock. 

“Where are your manners, little one?” he berates.

“Kiss me, please,” you plead. He quirks an eyebrow and you immediately add, “Sir!”

With a palm on the table, he leans down slowly, giving you some time to appreciate the opening of his yukata drooping, allowing you to glimpse at his toned chest. The first touch of his lips on yours is gentle and soft. At the same time, he buries his dick to the hilt inside you, filling you up with his throbbing meat. He moans softly as he spreads his lips, now lining your bottom lip with his tongue. You place your hand on his nape, your fingers tangling with his silver hair. 

He kisses you more fervently this time, his tongue slipping inside your mouth with a hungry desire to taste you. Your boss starts fucking you slowly, pulling out an inch before slamming back into you. You’re moaning into his mouth and this only makes  Fukuzawa speed up his fucking. There’s just something about you and the cute sounds that you make that drive him ballistic. 

You’re whimpering beneath him as your hips move in tandem with his fucking. Taking your hand off his wrist, this time you slide it under his Yukata, making the fabric fall off his shoulder slightly. This prompts your boss to break the kiss and lift himself up. You stare up at him, no longer the composed Yukichi Fukuzawa that everyone looks up to. His Yukata is falling off a shoulder, the ends of his bangs are clumped in sweat, and his face is flushed at the physical exertion. Your pussy flutters around his thick meat. 

Yukichi lets out a shaky breath and swallows the rising feeling of affection in his chest. He tries not to have favourites but he can’t help how he feels when he sees you, always so small and cute and polite. Every time you’re in an empty room with him, the very same outcome is always bound to happen. 

Cupping your breasts now with his big hands, he squeezes your bosoms experimentally. You lick your lips and bite down on the bottom one, your eyelids heavy with lust that Fukuzawa can’t stop himself anymore. He starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, just watching your bottom lip being bitten white as you clench around his cock. He toys your stiff nipples with his thumbs, just twirling and caressing. As he speeds up his pace, he entertains his impulse to slap your tits, causing you to gasp. His eyes sparkle at the sight of you with your thumb between your teeth now, trying to force yourself to be quiet as you let your boss have his way with your body. 

“You like this, baby?” he grunts, breathless at how tight your grip on him is and how easily he’s sliding in and out of your sopping pussy. 

You nod your head, looking so small and cute before him that he just wants to ruin you even more. Yukichi pinches your tits and follows that with another slap. Your core flutters around him again, pulsing tightly. He doesn’t stop fucking you as he alternates between squeezing and slapping your breasts, enjoying the little mewls and whimpers you make. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, doll face,” he moans, throwing his head back at the pleasure of your warm, wet pussy. He is the hardest he has ever been. “I’m gonna cum.” Your boss brings his gaze back to you, eyes shining with determination. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby.” 

You bob your head, just letting him use your body however he likes. What you don’t expect is when he spits on your clit, a thin string of saliva still connected to his lips, as he glances up at you through his bangs. He slides a hand down your body and spreads the fluid around your peaked clit, enjoying how your body jolts at every swipe of his thumb. 

Lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder, he grips tightly on your thigh while his other hand plays with your sensitive pearl. Fukuzawa drills his cock into your throbbing pussy, so fast and hard that you’re sure the others can hear the slapping of your hips and the squelching of your wet cunt being abused from outside. 

“Fuck, baby,” he curses at how tight you’re clenching around him. 

He turns his head and bites down lightly on your thigh, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. Your walls are so tight around him that he finds it hard to pull out every time he fucks you. 

Kissing the spot he bit down on, Fukuzawa murmurs, “Gonna cum, little one?” 

You immediately nod your head. Your boss is a chivalrous man. He always lets you cum first, which he does now as he assaults your clit and speeds up his hard pounding. Paired with his whiskery kisses and light bites on your thigh, you gush around his cock, clamping down so hard on him that his fingers digs into your flesh. The strangled moans and whimpers coming out of you are really what he needs to hear. Because all it takes is one hard slam into your pulsing cunt before he releases his seeds into you, filling you up with his cum. 

You’re still twitching on his desk when Fukuzawa’s mind is cleared from the orgasmic pleasure. He thinks that post-nut clarity has to be a myth because he has never seen anything or anyone more beautiful or cuter than you writhing beneath him, your eyes shut tightly, your cheeks red from his slapping and the passion from the sex, your thumb completely in your mouth to muffle your cries. 

Yukichi doesn’t stop himself when he leans down and takes your thumb away from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. You curl your limbs around him, always so needy for him. Your pussy reflexively makes one last clench around his deflating cock, causing him to moan quietly into the kiss. When he pulls back, he cups the side of your head and brushes the tendrils of your hair back with his thumb. His eyes flicker about your features for a second, so gentle and so affectionate that your heart stutters in your chest. 

“Do you have to go back to work yet?” 

You shake your head at your boss’ question. He nods and immediately gathers you in his arms, carrying you to sit on his lap as he settles down on his office chair, your sexes still connected. He places a hand on the back of your head and brings you closer. Choosing the shoulder that is exposed by his yukata, you rest your cheek on his skin, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. 

Yukichi Fukuzawa really tries very hard not to show favouritism towards his employees but God, he thinks he loves you. 

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© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Being old doesn't mean they can't be babygirl, right?💕

Imagine tying Fukuzawa's hair in a pink ribbon!! He loves it. Might be a bit embarrassed to show up at the Ada with that but still, he will for you!

And he also loves it too when you hit is from the back while grabbing his hair by the same pink ribbon you made for him. Pull his hair to your hearts' content and he likes it too! He loves being dominated by his lover when he spends all day being the dependable and responsible adult in the ada. Sweet baby also needs to be pampered and fucked out of his brain!<3

Or you can even use the ribbon as a cock ring. Tie it around his base tightly, not tight enough to hurt him of course, and make him bounce on your dick. And allow him to absolutely use your cock as his toy, his beautiful cock also bobbing with the rhythm! If ge gets tired, don't be shy to roll him over and have him in a mating press and fuck him till he's a blabbering, crying, cumming mess!<33

~💙

You must be a mind reader, because I've had bsd on the brain recently... and this is a scrumptious snack, indeed 🥴

Older men are peak babygirl, in my opinion. Fukuzawa especially 💚 I need to abuse his prostate whilst kissing him with all the love in the world! Need to wrap my hands around that mans waist as he rides me, for reals

[drearycrow]

Notes: There isn't enough Fukuzawa smut or fics in general out there so I'm changing that. I'm sorry if he's out of character. Mdni

Fukuzawa watched as you bounced up and down on his cock. Watching your tits bounce as you try to take his thick cock is a mesmerizing sight. He puts his hands on your hips and starts to drill into you. You hold on to the bed frame behind him as he hits your spot. Fukuzawa bites his lip when he feels your tight cunt suck him in more. His thumb starts to rub your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"You're taking me so well my love. Don't hold back, I want you to feel bliss as I make love to you."

[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

[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."

[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.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello, goodnight 🫂

prompt 7 with Kunikida, female reader, pretty please? 😻

7. Cuddlefuck

{part of this series: part i, part ii part iii}

The sun was starting to come in through the window. The start of a new day. A whole new chapter in his life it seemed.

Since yesterday’s events of being discovered by the President about his and [Y/N]’s relationship, Kunikida felt like a page had been turned in his life as easily as one of his notebooks. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when the President found them, but it certainly wasn’t what happened.

“So, how long has this been going on.”

“Not long…” [Y/N] muttered. Not looking at her father.

“A year.” Kunikida answered honestly. “A little more, but on and off.”

The president growled low in his throat. Causing Kunikida to flinch and [Y/N] to finally look at him. “And you kept this from me because?”

“Well at first it wasn’t anything serious.” She confessed. Which was true. “Then it just sort of happened.” Again, also true. Kunikida could not legitimately pinpoint when their relationship became serious, or even an relationship at all. It just happened one night and then there they were. On and off until they were eventually on the whole time, even when she was away. “By then it seemed silly just to tell anyone, and it was also no one’s business.”

Fukuzawa-sama leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Kunikida?”

“I’m sorry for lying to you, sir.” Though he technically didn’t lie, the sin omission was just as bad. “It was not my…our..intention. Though our intentions with keeping it a secret were not honorable, I would like you to know that my intentions with your daughter are very honorable. I love her. And I will do everything in my power to re-earn your trust in me as a subordinate and partner to [Y/N].”

[Y/N] looked shocked and quite moved by his words, but Fukuzawa-sama was quite stone faced. “For what it’s worth now, I would not have disapproved if you had just told me.” The couple looked surprised, but the president just leaned over his desk with his hands clasped in front of him. “You’re right, [Y/N]. It is none of my business. This does not effect the agency, your path, or Kunikida’s standing in the organization. I just wish you would have told me.”

[Y/N] hung her head. “I’m sorry daddy.”

“See to it there are no more secrets between us. Times are getting more challenging for our world. We must trust each other if we are to rely on one another, in these dark times.”

“Yes sir.” Kunikida & [Y/N] chime together.

“Good. Now please leave my office. Kunikida, take tomorrow off since your time was cut short with this off the clock meeting.”

“Yes sir.” He repeated, and escorted [Y/N] out as they headed to his apartment for the evening.

That was where he was not. Back at his apartment, like they had been so many times before, but it was all so different now.

Kunikida turned to look over at [Y/N]. Still asleep. A peaceful expression on her face, one he could make out even without his glasses. It wasn’t a secret anymore. He could tell everyone that they were together now. Tell the world. Kiss her in broad daylight like he wanted to.

Over come with the thought, Kunikida leaned over to kiss [Y/N] on her sleeping lips. Soft and pliable, they hypnotically open up for him at his prodding to kiss him back. “Kunikida….” He smiled when his name left her tired, kiss puckered lips. Wondering if she knew it was him or if she was dreaming of him. “What time is it?”

“Early.” He hadn’t looked at the clock but the light coming in was still pale. And although he had the day off, Kunikida's internal clock always woke him up at the same time, as if to get ready for the day. “Go back to sleep.”

“I was trying…” Her voice is slurred with sleep. Seeming to teeter between indeed falling back asleep and waking up. He kissed her again. Slow and lazy. Their warm limbs tangle around each other under the blankets. [Y/N]’s hips rocked up against him to feel his erection brush against her thigh. “Kunikida…”

He knew what she wanted by the way she said his name this time. He wanted it too. Kunikida tried to pretend that he was above such baser needs. Closer to his ideal refinement, but in reality he was just like any other man. Or maybe that was just [Y/N]’s effect on him.

He slid down the front of his sleep pants and brushed his bare cock over [Y/N]’s panty covered pussy. They both gasp. The seam of them was already damp as he rocked his hips between her thighs against that spot. Had she been having a naughty dream before he woke her up? Was he in it? Was that why she said his name?

His fingers hook into her panties under the covers and pull them down. Only one leg comes out of them, but that was all they needed. Kunikida hooked her leg over his hip and slowly pushed inside her. It was wet, and warm, and inviting. [Y/N] moaned before she tucked her head under his chin. The two of them just rocking and coiling together. Holding on to one another. It was bliss.

The goal was not to cum, as Kunikida’s only real goal was to be close to her, but it happens eventually. Messy and warm, they lay together still kissing before [Y/N] seemed to fall back asleep for a little while longer in his arms. He held her there a little while longer before he fell back asleep too. They could go tell the world later he guessed.