𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✓ | Muzan X Reader X Giyuu

54. Aftercare

After your little morning escapade with Muzan and Giyuu, your legs were as good as jellies.

Remarkably, the feeling down there wasn't too sore.

Instead, there was a dull throb at your temples and your limbs felt as heavy as lead.

Nonetheless, the pain between your thighs swiftly kicked in the moment you slipped into your crumpled kimono and rolled off the kitchen table, causing you to slump dramatically toward the floor.

Struggling to even stand up, you frowned at the discomfort.

At this rate, could you even walk?

But then, why walk when you could crawl?

A low chuckle then sounded from your left. 

No doubt that that was Muzan, his voice a little distant since he stood several steps away.

"Whoopsie daisy," he cooed. "Looks like a helpless girl over there is going to need a wheelchair."

Face turning sharply to the side, you glowered at your husband through the strands of your disheveled hair.

With one mock of a frown on his attractive face, he fixed his yukata's collar with the help of a reflective doorknob, his hoarse laughter filling the room as you allowed him to make fun of you for now.

Amid your silent rage, Giyuu had inconspicuously slid into the spot next to you.

He didn't say anything.

In fact, the Giyuu now was a completely different person compared to the Giyuu you saw fifteen minutes ago.

He had grown so shyly quiet as though he had known and understood that he had done something very, very bad.

Then, he tapped at your thigh.

"Leg."

That was all that Giyuu said.

He didn't even bother to elaborate, unsurprisingly.

"Leg?" you repeated like a dumb squirrel, voice croaky and scratchy like a broken record.

Clearly, all your screaming had done a number to your poor vocal cords as well.

With the decency to avoid your gaze, Giyuu answered your question by hoisting your right leg over to himself.

He placed your leg over his lap, the unexpected gesture causing an indiscernible yelp to fly right past your lips.

When his hands started to climb up your thigh, your eyes widened from both confusion and surprise.

Just as his hand could brush against your panties if he went any further, he stopped.

Then, he started massaging you.

Giyuu's hands were nicely warm, and not shockingly cold from his vigorous exercise like you had expected them to be. 

His direct affection was too pure, your chest warming when you smiled at him.

Since you still felt the lingering sensitivity at your core, you squirmed every now and then from Giyuu's touch.

"Sorry," he muttered, cheeks painted deep red. "About everything earlier."

Brows raised, you give him a nudge with your foot to his forearm.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," Muzan butted in.

He stole the words right from your mouth even though the demon slayer was clearly not talking to him. 

"I was the one who kidnapped you, to begin with."