Until His Last Breath

until his last breath

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x reader

summary: when your best friend finds you destroying all the stuffed animals your cheater boyfriend gave you, he comforts you and buys you a new one.

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is cheated on by male oc, possessive bucky, pet names (bunny), violence committed against stuffed animals

word count: 1.7k

a/n: day 8 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was heartbreak and uhhhh this is probably not what anyone was expecting. i just don't like writing angst/sad things!! hurt/comfort was as close as i could get, but i hope y'all enjoy it all the same!!

When your best friend Bucky Barnes walked into your room—having let himself into your apartment with the spare key you’d given him for emergencies—he found you sitting on the floor surrounded by the fluff and carcasses of multiple stuffed animals. Your tear-stained face was twisted into a look somewhere between devastation and righteous anger.

Not noticing the presence of your best friend right away, you stabbed the stuffed walrus in your hand with a pair of scissors, tearing a hole in its soft outer layer as white fuzz erupted from the fake animal’s stomach. You ripped the fluffy stuffing out with a wild zeal, tears still tracking down your face.

With smooth, deft movements, Bucky plucked the scissors from your hands and tossed them out of reach onto your bed before hunkering down beside you. “Wanna tell me what this massacre is all about, bunny?” he asked gently, dragging your hands away from the now destroyed walrus and pulling them up to his mouth so he could kiss each of your fingers—and ensure you hadn’t cut yourself with the scissors.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up at your best friend, and it took you a couple tries before you could get the words out. “T-tyler cheated on me,” you mumbled, all the fight going out of you. Your body sagged against Bucky’s shoulder, and he wound an arm around your back, holding you tight against him. “He admitted it to me.”

Rage like nothing he’d ever known burned through Bucky’s chest and it took a moment for him to get it under control, otherwise he’d storm out of your apartment and track down that son of a bitch and beat him bloody. “I’m so sorry, bunny,” Bucky murmured when he’d leashed his anger. He dropped a kiss to the top of your head, taking comfort in how you smelled so sweet. “You can do better than that asshole,” he promised. You can have me, Bucky thought, but he kept that to himself. He knew the time wasn’t right.

“I just can’t believe I wasted four fucking years with him,” you admitted on a sigh. “I feel like such an idiot.” You snuggled closer to Bucky and he grinned into your hair, pulling you into his lap so you could press yourself as close as you wanted. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the front of his t-shirt like you were afraid he’d try to pull away. “And the worst part…” you started to say but trailed off as a fresh sob wracked your body and new tears fell.

Bucky, who’d started rubbing your back, murmured soothingly into your ear, “It’s okay, bunny, let it out, cry as much as you want, sweet girl, you can tell me when you’re ready.” His heart broke for you. He felt like, with every sob, you opened up his chest and strangled his heart bit by bit. You were his best friend and he loved you—he was in love with you—and he hated seeing you like this, especially over some dickhead like Tyler.

“And the worst part,” you said, sniffling and wiping at your eyes with your fingers. Bucky reached for the tissues on your bedside table and handed one to you. You blew your nose before continuing. “Is that he told me it was my fault.” Your voice was a little indignant, but more defeated—and Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“How the fuck could his wandering dick be your fault, bunny?” Bucky demanded in as gentle a tone as he could manage. You turned your face into Bucky’s shirt, and he gave you the moment to collect yourself, squeezing you tight to his chest to let you know he had you.

“He said I spend too much time with you, that I love you more than I ever loved him, and so it was my fault that he had to fuck other people,” you explained, before devolving into sobs that made your shoulders shake and your whole body tremble.

“Oh bunny,” Bucky murmured comfortingly, even as his heart pounded with a wicked satisfaction. He was secretly glad that Tyler knew who you truly belonged to, though he would’ve preferred if the shithead had just bowed out gracefully instead of hurting you. “Tyler is the only one responsible for cheating,” Bucky said firmly. He cupped your face in his hand and tilted it up until he could look down into your eyes. “You’re perfect, there’s something wrong with him if he can’t see that.”

A few more tears fell from the corners of your eyes and Bucky brushed them away gently with his thumb. He couldn’t help but notice the way your lips were swollen. He knew it was from all the crying, but his body warmed at the thought of seeing your lips swollen for an entirely different reason—one that had something to do with him kissing you senseless. But Bucky hid that thought, and tried not to stare at your mouth too long, though you didn’t seem to notice.

“Now,” Bucky rasped as he cleared his mind of all the dirty things he wanted to do to your mouth. “You still haven’t told me what led to the great stuffie massacre?” he said, picking up the soft outside of a no-longer-stuffed cow.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, your warm breath ghosting over Bucky’s chest through his thin t-shirt. “They were all from Tyler,” you explained, looking around at the devastation with no remorse. “I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore.”

Bucky nodded his understanding and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He held you while you cried some more, only too happy to comfort you while you mourned your now-ended relationship. All the while, he planned and plotted. He wasn’t going to let you forget that he treated you better than Tyler ever had—than anyone else ever could—and that he could be so much better for you. Bucky was sure that once the heartbreak lessened, you’d fall into his arms, right where you were always meant to be.

Once you’d cried yourself out, Bucky stood up with you in his arms and lay you down gently on your bed. You curled up on your side, clutching a pillow to your chest since you didn’t have any stuffed animals left. Bucky got a trash bag and cleaned up all the detritus left from your massacre, until there weren’t any traces left of the stuffed animals Tyler had given you.

When it was done, Bucky helped you up and convinced you to go somewhere with him, though he refused to tell you where you were going. You tried to protest, saying your face was a puffy mess, but he quelled your protests with gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead, insisting you were beautiful. And you were, to him. You’d always be beautiful to Bucky.

Your best friend took you to a store in the local mall that had a whole wall filled with soft, squishy stuffed animals. “Pick out a new stuffie, bunny, and I’ll buy it for you,” Bucky murmured in your ear. He was eager to have you cuddling something he’d bought for you.

Delighted, you skipped along the wall, looking at each of the different shapes and sizes and animals. After much deliberating, you plucked a stuffed brown bunny rabbit from the wall and carried it back to Bucky. It had soft fur and floppy ears and Bucky gave an approving nod as he turned it over in his hands.

“A bunny for my bunny,” he murmured with a grin as he tucked you into his side and brought the stuffed animal up to the checkout counter. When it was paid for, Bucky handed it back to you, and you carried it out of the mall. “So what’re you naming him?”

“Barnaby,” you answered without hesitation, like you’d already decided on it long before Bucky’d asked.

When you got back to your apartment, you snagged Bucky’s hand and towed him inside like you were afraid he’d consider leaving, but he’d had no plans to. Your fingers twisted with his and you led him back to your bedroom, carrying Barnaby along as well, where you both curled up on the bed. Bucky held you with your back to his chest, while your new stuffie was cradled in your arms.

“You’ll always love me, right, Buck?” you asked in a hesitant voice.

Your best friend knew your voice well and he could hear fear in your tone. Instinctively, he squeezed you tighter in his arms, hoping to reassure you of his steadiness in your life. He wanted you to know that you could always rely on him. “Of course, bunny,” he answered.

For a moment, you were silent again and Bucky thought you’d started to fall asleep, but then your soft, worried voice broke the quiet. “You promise?” you asked in an even more hushed whisper, like you were ashamed of asking but needed to know the answer all the same.

Forever, was what Bucky wanted to say. But instead, he wrapped his hand around yours where it was clutching your new stuffed animal. “You see your new pal Barnaby here?” he murmured gently, waiting for you to nod your head, your hair tickling his chin, before continuing. “I’ll love you until his last breath, bunny.”

With you sighing contentedly in his arms, Bucky could feel his heart being stitched back together and he knew, though you were still hurt and raw from your own heartbreak, that you were soothed by his presence too. He held you until you fell asleep, and until he followed you to dreamland some time after that.

When Bucky woke in the morning, he was still holding you, and he couldn’t think of anything better than waking up with you every single morning for the rest of his life. When your eyelashes fluttered and you turned your face to smile sleepily at your best friend, Bucky knew you felt it too—that you were exactly where you were meant to be. With him.

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It began with subtle occurrences, almost insignificant at first. Instances that didn't raise much concern or feel particularly peculiar. Doors that were once closed would be found ajar in the morning, leaving a lingering sense of doubt. You would wake up, finding yourself in a different position than the one you remember falling asleep in. Your dresser drawer, specifically the one where you kept your undergarments, would often be in disarray. And lately, upon awakening, you noticed your face dampened by traces of drool. Naturally, you attributed these incidents to exhaustion from juggling your college studies and late-night job, dismissing them as mundane.

However, as time progressed, unsettling events began to unfold. It was during one of those moments when you were seated on your bed in your underwear that unknown numbers flashed across your phone screen, accompanied by text messages that pierced through your sense of security. "You look so stunning."

Initially, you dismissed those messages, assuming they were mere notifications from your Instagram account sent to your phone. It seemed like an innocuous occurrence, easily brushed aside. At first, they arrived sporadically, appearing only once a month. Yet, as time passed, their frequency multiplied, transitioning to twice a month and now occurring nearly every other night. The content of these messages took a disturbing turn, growing increasingly specific and disquieting, causing a deep sense of unease to settle within you.

"Drive home safe." As you prepared to leave work, the unsettling message arrived once again, this time just as you were about to embark on your drive home. A wave of apprehension washed over you, causing you to remain seated in the empty parking lot, cautiously scanning your surroundings for any signs of a presence. To your relief, there were no other cars in sight, and your coworkers had long departed for their respective homes. Despite the fear creeping within you, you chose to delete the message, attributing it to a potential prank from one of your mischievous coworkers.

Driving home, you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building. Stepping out of your car, an eerie sensation enveloped you, a nagging feeling that someone's eyes were fixated on your every move. Instinctively, you halted and swiftly turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the observer. Yet, the scene that greeted you was one of silence and emptiness, devoid of any visible presence. Shaking off the unease, you attributed the disconcerting feeling to the stress accumulated from your demanding schedule of school and work. In an attempt to lighten the tension, you giggled softly, convincing yourself that it was all in your imagination, before resuming your stride towards the elevator.

Entering your apartment, a sense of relief washed over you as you finally arrived at the sanctuary of your own space. However, as you began to settle in, the disarray of your belongings caught your attention. The drawer where you kept your panties remained open, a chaotic mess within. Recollecting the hurriedness of your morning routine, you swiftly closed the drawer, intending to address the mess later. Shrugging off the unsettling occurrence, you proceeded to undress, casually discarding your clothes onto the floor, and made your way to the bathroom.

With the water running, you allowed your bath to fill, seeking solace in its soothing embrace. As you eased into the warmth, the events of the day lingered in your mind, a subtle reminder of the uncanny incidents that had unfolded. However, immersed in the tranquility of the moment, you hoped that the relaxing waters would wash away the lingering unease, allowing you to find respite from the disquieting experiences that had punctuated your day.

You sat there in the silence, your apartment's ambient sounds merging with the gentle subsiding of the water in your bath. The soothing warmth caressed your tired body, lulling you into a state of drowsiness. Yielding to the tranquility, you closed your eyes, surrendering to relaxation. However, amidst the peacefulness, a distinct sound reached your ears — footsteps, unmistakably within the confines of your own apartment.

Startled, you swiftly sat up, instinctively crossing your arms to cover your breasts, and voiced your presence aloud, "Hello?!" The silence that followed offered no response, but the mysterious footsteps ceased their approach. Shaking your head, you muttered to yourself in a hushed tone, "Stupid. It's probably your neighbor's kids running down the hall again." Dismissing the unease that had momentarily enveloped you, you carried on with your bath, eventually finishing and stepping out of the water. As the last remnants drained away, you turned around, enveloping yourself and your damp hair in towels.

Leaving the bathroom, you made your way to the bedroom and settled onto your bed. Glancing at your phone, you noticed a new message and tapped to read it. "Your laugh is so cute." The words on the screen caught your attention, evoking a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, as a flicker of discomfort ran through you. You stared at the message wide-eyed, your mind racing with uncertainty about its meaning. Did it imply that someone had overheard your laughter at work? Were they possibly a classmate? Or perhaps they had been lurking in the parking garage earlier. The weight of the unknown hung heavy upon you, prompting you to abruptly jump out of bed and hastily make your way to the front door.

With a sense of trepidation, you peered through the peephole, scanning the dimly lit hallway as best as you could. No signs of anyone in sight — no figures walking past, no individuals lingering outside. You double-checked the locks on your door, giving it a forceful tug to ensure its secure fastening. Satisfied that the entrance was indeed locked, you made your way back into your room, feeling a slight relief wash over you.

Preparing for bed, you attended to your nightly routine, diligently drying your hair, brushing it out, cleansing your face, and meticulously brushing your teeth. Slipping into your favorite sleepwear — a loosely buttoned plaid shirt sans a bra, accompanied by a pair of comfortable white panties — you settled down in bed. Glancing at your phone one last time before your heavy eyelids succumbed to sleep, you reasoned that the bath you had taken earlier had taken its toll on your fatigue, compounded by the arduous efforts you had put into your work.

Unbeknownst to you, the sounds of your bedroom door opening and the soft, calculated footsteps approaching your bedside went unnoticed, concealed beneath the veil of your slumber. Standing above you was a figure, their countenance obscured by a black ski mask, their hands adorned with black latex gloves. Clad in a black short-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black boots, they silently observed your peaceful rest, their breathing growing increasingly labored. Then, with measured steps, they retreated, briefly illuminating the bathroom light to obtain a clearer view of your form as you slept.

The light from the bathroom was just enough for him to see, but not bright enough to wake you up. Muzan walked back over beside your bed and reached down for your blanket. Gently pulling it up and off of you, so Muzan could see you. He stood there and looked you up and down; he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and gave it a squeeze. Muzan stared at your nearly naked body and noticed your unbuttoned shirt, he slowly reached down and gently pulled your shirt up till it fell to the side.

He saw that you had decided not to wear a bra tonight and decided to be a little bold. Reaching down, Muzan cupped your breast in his large hand. The black-haire man gently squeezed, which caused you to stir, freezing him in place. As you started to settle, Muzan squeezed and rubbed your breast more and more. Noticing your nipple starting to get hard, Muzan pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. This got more of a reaction out of you as you let out a tiny moan before stirring once again.

He pulled his hand away and stepped back, undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching into them as he pulled out his cock. Gripping his cock in his hand, Muzan started to stroke himself, grunting quietly as he watched over you. As precum oozed out the tip of his cock, it covered his hand and smeared his cock as Muzan rubbed it up and down. Muzan stepped forward and put one knee on the bed, positioning himself over you. Muzan stroked himself over your chest, grunting and groaning silently as he reached his climax. Unable to stop himself, he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum onto your chest.

This didn't wake you up, and this made him smile and made him more bold. Muzan reached his hand between your legs and gently pressed his fingertips against you. He brushed his fingertips against the cloth of your panties as he pushed down. Muzan rubbed you up and down through your panties, watching your face as your body began to react on its own. You started breathing harder, your face began to express pleasure as your eyes shut tighter and your mouth started to open. You let out soft moans between breaths as your body reacted to his touch.

He could feel you starting to heat up from his touch on his fingertips. Muzan started to press down firmer, finding your clit when you let out a louder moan as his fingers brushed up against it. Muzan started to rub your clit in circles as he watched you react more and more. You started panting harder and harder as Muzan rubbed your clit and pussy more and more until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You let out a loud moan as your body shook from your orgasm.

He smiled, watching you tremble and shake, but that smile slowly faded. You started to wake up, your eyes opened and shut as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. All you saw was a large shadow standing above your bed. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth opened as you started to scream. Before you could let out a louder scream, Muzan jumped on top of you and covered your mouth with his hand. He pulled his free hand to his face and motioned for you to shush.

You started to cry from that situation, a large man pinning you down on your bed and keeping you from calling for help. You tried to move, but you didn't know what was wrong. Was it his weight keeping you from moving, or were you paralyzed from fear? All you could do was stare up at him, your eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. In a dim light, you could see he was a very handsome man, and that he seemed not too old but that terrified you even more because you had no idea who he could be. Your eyes started to burn from the tears welling up, and your body shook out of fear.

"Shhh. Don't scream. If you scream, I'll have to hurt you, and I don't want to do that," Muzan said to you, his voice deep and his tone stern. The grip Muzan had over your mouth was tight, and he pushed down on you. His body weight kept you pinned underneath him. You felt something else pressed against your stomach. It was hard, a little wet, and you could feel it twitching against your bare skin. As you lifted your head just enough to look down, you could see it was his cock pressing against your stomach. You laid your head back down and stared at him, your eyes even wider after seeing his cock.

"If you behave, I won't hurt you, but if you try to fight back or scream. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?" He asked you, leaning down a little, his tone still stern, and his voice deep. You stared back up at him and slowly nodded. Muzan pulled his hand off your mouth as he leaned away from your face, his body still sitting on top of you, and his cock now rested on your stomach.

You wiped the tears away from your face. You noticed your shirt was opened, so you covered yourself back up as you looked up at him. "W-what do you want?" you asked him, trying to put up a tough act, but it failed as your voice trembled.

"You. All I've ever wanted is you. And now I have you and no one can stop me." Muzan said that to you, his tone changing as he stared at you. Muzan adjusted his legs, grabbed each of your legs, and spread them, so he could be between them. Muzan was strong and easily moved you around like a doll. You were powerless to stop him as he positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself, precum oozed from the tip and dripped onto your stomach. As you looked down at his dick, you could see that he was packing a monster. It was as thick as a soda can and almost as long as your forearm.

Before you could even beg him to stop, Muzan pulled your panties to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. You gripped your sheets tight in your hands as you gritted your teeth together from the pain. You could feel the tip of his cock beginning to push inside you, spreading your pussy like it had never been spread before. You let out pained gasps for air as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes opened wide. You could hear him groaning as Muzan pushed in slowly, and from under his breath, you could hear him say. "Fuck... you're so tight."

Every inch felt like hell, his cock was so thick it filled you up almost instantly. As Muzan inched in deeper, you tried to catch your breath, but the pain made it hard as you gasped for air. Finally, his cock was inside you completely, and you could finally breathe as you lifted your head and looked down. You could see your stomach bulging from his cock. You dropped your head back as your mind started to go blank from the pain slowly turning into intense pleasure.

The pleasure was cut short as Muzan started to slide his cock out, slowly. You let out a pained scream, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal. Muzan looked down at you with a smile, your mouth open was an irresistible invitation. Muzan leaned down and gave you a kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, sloppily swirling his tongue around inside your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. You didn't fight back as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss even more.

His cock continued to slide out of your pussy inch by inch, it felt as if he was pulling your insides out as he continued to pull out. Eventually reaching the tip of his cock, he stopped, as he continued to kiss you. Muzan pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, a string of spit connecting your lips. "Here we go, baby, it's going to get real rough. So hold on tight," Muzan said to you with a loving smile. This was his warning, but it didn't prepare you for what was going to happen next.

You felt his cock thrust inside you in one quick motion. Your stomach felt full again and you couldn't breathe. You stared up at him in pained ecstasy. Muzan slid out again and quickly thrust back inside you. He pounded your pussy with body-shaking thrusts, making it hard to think or speak. All that came out were loud moans and garbled words that made no sense.

It didn't take you long to cum, but black-haired continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The waves of pleasure mixed with searing pain made your brain melt. You could hear his balls slapping against your wet cunt, the sound of your pussy being stirred up by his monster cock, and his moans. You looked up at him and saw his face, Muzan was happy.

You felt his hands grab you by the throat, they were large and easily fit around your throat. Then Muzan started to squeeze hard, choking you. You grabbed his wrists and weakly tried to pull them off, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you and his grip was tight. You tried to tell him to stop, but nothing came out, and soon you started to gasp for air. Gripping his wrists with your nails now, you tried to dig in to get him to stop. Your vision went blurry as you started to lose consciousness, your eyes welled up in tears, hoping this would end. Your body betrayed you again as you started to cum violently on his cock, squirting and making a mess on your bed.

Your stomach filled with heat as his cock swelled inside you, and his thrusts became more erratic and rough. As you started to black out, you could feel the hot sensation of his cock cumming inside you. Muzan thrust deep inside as he started to cum, filling your cunt with his thick, hot seed. Muzan let out a loud groan, maintaining his tight grip around your throat as your body went limp and you blacked out. He finished cumming inside you, sliding his cock out of your ruined pussy. His hands released your throat as he got off of you. Muzan smiled as he watched your gaping hole ooze out his cum onto the bed.

He got off the bed and stretched. This had been way better than he thought it was going to be. Muzan didn't want to stop there, and it seemed his cock felt the same way. It bounced as it throbbed and got hard again. Muzan looked over at you and watched your passed-out body. Muzan had already gone this far, so there was no real point in stopping. He grabbed your body and adjusted you on the bed, hanging your head off the edge. Muzan stroked his cock and positioned himself as he pressed his cock against your lips.

It didn't take much for you to open your mouth as his cock slid in easily with no protest from you. Your mouth gaped open and struggled to take him fully. Muzan fit himself in your mouth as much as he could, gently thrusting as he started to fuck your face. Muzan got on top of you and ripped your panties off in one quick motion. Using his large hands, Muzan spread open your legs as he went down on you. He started to eat you out passionately as he fucked your face. Muzan could taste his own cum mixed with yours as his tongue forced its way inside you. You moaned happily as he enjoyed the pussy he had been looking at for months.

You slowly started to regain consciousness, and to your horror, you could feel your mouth filled with this large rod. Your eyes opened and blinked as you lay there in shocked horror. You tried to push him away with your hands against his thighs, but again Muzan easily overpowered you. You could feel your pussy being eaten out, but the pain of your throat being fucked confused you again. You couldn't say a word because you were so focused on trying to breathe. His cock filled your mouth and went down your throat over and over.

Your face became a mess as your tears and drool mixed. His cock, which had scared you before, started to taste good, and your tongue moved on its own as you licked his shaft. Your brain again started to shut down as the pain and pleasure mixed, and you couldn't even collect your thoughts. You could feel his cock grow in your mouth, and you realized what was going to happen next, but you didn't have a choice in this. You were just along for the ride as Muzan forced his cock down your throat and shot his cum down it. The man used you as his cum dump, filling your tummy with his hot, thick seed. Your pussy clamped around his tongue as you started to cum again, your thighs squeezing his head, while the only noise you made was a muffled, messy squeal.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and stroked himself, shooting out the last strings of cum on your face. You looked like a mess, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You just lay there, catching your breath, but Muzan wasn't done. He picked you up in his arms and easily moved you around. You were nothing but a doll to him, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with you. Picking you up, Muzan tossed you back on the bed, on your stomach. You didn't fight back; it was pointless, you realized, as you just let it happen. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs off the bed.

He kicked your legs open and positioned himself behind you. You didn't get a moment to rest as you felt his cock gaping your sore pussy again. This position felt so different; you could feel his cock scraping your insides as Muzan stirred you up. He leaned down and reached his hand around your throat, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he pounded your pussy. Muzan slammed your body into the mattress over and over. You didn't fight back; you just moaned like the good little slut he was training you to be. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, inviting him to kiss you.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing you. Your tongues wrestled and swirled around in each other's mouths. You moaned into his mouth as you felt your pussy being ruined by his cock. You could feel his throbbing dick pushing in deeper than before. Your hands gripped the sheets tight as you braced yourself against the bed. You heard your pussy being stirred up by his cock as his balls slapped against you, filling the room with their lewd sounds. You loved feeling his tongue in your mouth and his low, bestial growls echoing as Muzan grunted and groaned.

His cock continued its endless pounding as it fucked you senseless once again. You started to moan out loud and yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! More!" He smiled at your brainless request, putting one hand on your hand and pushing you down into your mattress as he stood back up. You felt his hands grip your hips tight, and then it happened. Muzan started fucking you furiously, his cock pounding your pussy over and over. Your bed started to shake and pound into the floor. You clung to the bed with whatever strength you felt like you had left. This merciless assault just made you scream and beg for more.

You were nothing but a toy in his hands as Muzan pulled you into him while fucking you. You couldn't help but cum over and over again, squirting on his cock and making a mess on your floor as you squirted and leaked his cum out onto the floor. It didn't take him long to reach his limit as Muzan started to shout, forcing his cock deep inside you, forcing the air out of you as he filled you with his seed once again. It felt warm in your belly, and you lay there with your mouth wide open, but not a single sound came out.

"May I at least have your name?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and alarm. "And who the fuck are you? How did you get into my house?" The words escaped your lips, fueled by a surge of fear and disbelief.

His red eyes bore into yours, and a smirk played at the corners of their lips. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before they finally spoke, their voice laced with a hint of amusement. "My name is not important. What matters is that I got what I’ve been craving for months. But if you need to know, I go by Muzan," he said cryptically, his words sending shivers down your spine. “I would be back again. Leave your front door open," the man added, and after adjusting his clothes, he left your house through the front door, leaving you filled up and leaking his cum.

You slept the night away and woke up sore and even more tired, reflecting on how the night had gone and finding yourself wet at the thought.

From then on, you left your front door open, anticipating your "stalker" to pay you another visit. The longing in your soul grew with each passing day, and you wondered if Muzan would ever come back to claim you once again.

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Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, threesome

SUMMARY: Trying to make Kylo jealous, reader is coquetting with Hux. Reader will have an opportunity to meet him more intensively. But, of course, Kylo can read her mind…

Author: Cass & Beast

Few days have passed.

Because of the way Kylo had treated you before, you were shunning him as much as you could.

Of course, few times you both passed each other. Without any word. Even without a single glance. But it made you feel comfortable somehow. You didn’t have to deal with his mood swings at least.

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