Professor Lady Muzan x Female Student Reader (NSFW)
Ooooooh lord. This should be interesting-
Yes, the reader is female, HOWEVER, if you would like gender neutral/male version, I’d be more than happy to do that for you.
Part II will be out when I finish it, so I hope you enjoy
Yes the reader is 18+, we don’t accept pedo in this blog
With that being said, enjoy whatever I have created
god shes so fucking beautiful-
With that being said, this is NSFW, meaning if you’re not 18, then I recommend you don’t read it. You can do what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Running you hands up her kimono, the woman beneath you let out a small moan, craving your touch. “Shhh, I’ll give you everything you need, Muzan” you said as you started to suck on her collar bone, earning yet another moan, but louder. Ever so carefully, you pull open her kimono and begin to make your way down to her region. Just a light touch and the demoness is already incoherent. You wonder how long she’s been holding back, secretly wishing you were touching her. You adjust yourself above her and fasten the strap. “Ready, Muzan dear?”
(Y/N) wakes up to the sound of (F/N) clapping in front of her face. “(Y/N) we’ll be late for school, come on!” they say as they walk out of her room, presumably to let (Y/N) get dressed. Turning to her phone to look at the time, she is only to be greeted by a fanfiction of her favorite demon lord, Muzan. Blushing, she recalls the dream and figured she must’ve fallen asleep reading it. The female demon was so beautiful, not to mention hot, and (Y/N) knew this all to well. She sighs and gets ready, joining (F/N) on the walk to school.
Taking your seat, you wait for your teacher, Tsukihiko-sensei to enter the room. (Y/N) would be lying if she were to say she didn’t have a crush on the woman; her features reminded her of the lovely Muzan she’d found herself thinking about constantly. Of course, (Y/N) wasn’t stupid; demons aren’t real, and neither is Muzan.
Upon entering, Tsukihiko-sensei greets the class and begins the lesson. (F/N) tapped (Y/N)’s shoulder. “Quit fantasizing about that Muzan lady and do your work, if you fail this test again we won’t be able to go to the same university next year” they said to the spaced-out female. However, she was right on the dot: (Y/N) was thinking about Muzan, it’s all she could find herself thinking about lately. She thought about her so much to the point where she considered asking Tsukihiko-sensei out, only to shut the idea down seconds later. She was a teacher, and she was a student. Age wasn’t the issue, (Y/N) was 18, but she often found herself thinking- why would someone as beautiful as her go out with someone like herself?- She sighs and begins to write down what sensei was saying, hearing the words but not processing them.
Nearing the end of class, Tsukihiko-sensei passes out the previous weeks test to everyone, well, almost everyone. As the rest of the class leaves, she stops (Y/N). “That’s another failed grade, (Y/N). One more and you won’t be able to get into that university you so desperately want.” she said to (Y/N), who could only focus on her beautiful features: red lips, crimson eyes, pale skin, and beautiful raven-colored locks fastened into a bun. If (Y/N) didn’t know any better, she would swear to it that Tsukihiko-sensei was the very same woman she’d grown to love from her books. “Sorry, Mu- I mean Tsukihiko-sensei, I’ve been... busy lately with... family issues.” Is the only sentence (Y/N) could form, and barely at that; she almost referred to her as Muzan.
“...You and I both know that’s not true” she says to (Y/N), who, at the moment, was still trying to avoid her gaze. “Sit down, (Y/N). Please, tell me what’s wrong.” (Y/N) sits down at one of the desks and fiddles with a pencil; she was stuck. With not many options left, she decided to just tell the truth; after all, she can’t go on like this forever, she had to tell someone.
“There’s someone I’ve liked for a long time...” She says with her head still strung. “...Except they’re not real.” (Y/N) knew having feelings for a fictional character weren’t exactly uncommon, but this was affecting her ability to function normally. It was only then a miracle occurred: the bell rang, saving (Y/N) from this conversation. “I-I’ve gotta go” she says as she bolts out the door, leaving Tsukihiko-sensei alone.
Upon entering the door to the shared apartment with her friend and roommate, (F/N), she sees a note on the table. Picking it up, she reads it to herself:
Hey (Y/N)! I’m going on a date tonight, you know, with that cute upperclassman I was telling you about. I’ll let you know how it goes ;) -(F/N)
Of course, (F/N) has never had trouble finding a date, they never hopelessly lusted for someone who wasn’t real, they lived in reality, and (Y/N) envied that.
She goes into her room, plopping on the bed to continue reading her story, only to fall asleep once more.
The room was filled with you lover’s moans as you ate her out. Never in your life did you imagine the beautiful Muzan would spread her legs just for you, never-mind allowing you to eat her out like you were. She tasted absolutely heavenly. Nothing would take her from you in this moment, nothing at all; and to think that you would be this intimate with her everyday made you only want to please her more. The combined sounds of your slurping and her moans was music to your ears.
At least, that’s what (Y/N) thought until she was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. She silently cursed the person behind the door for ruining her dream as she walked over to answer it. Opening it only revealed a face that reminded her too much for her fantasies; Tsukihiko-sensei. She entered without another word and sat on the couch. “T-Tsukihiko-sensei?! W-what are you doing here?!” (Y/N) said as she stumbled over her words. “Come, sit.” The other female instructed, patting the sofa cushion beside her.
Doing as she was told, (Y/N) sat next down to the woman, attempting to advert her gaze much like the events from the previous hour. It didn’t take long for Tsukihiko-sensei to grab (Y/N)’s chin to turn her head and force her to gaze upon the teacher.
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