𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 → kny x m! reader

13. | destined together

They each felt the tug of the other. A soft, insistent, delirious tugging. Their hearts intertwined, from the magic of their night together.

A kiss was placed on his forehead, gentle as a breeze.

A kiss was placed on the edge of his lips, soft as snow.

A kiss was placed on his closed eyelids, tender as it could be.

He couldn't help the soft tug of his own lips, smiling softly at the man who embraced him. Opening his [e/c] eyes, he couldn't help but wish—oh so very deeply—to capture the moment. To forever be able to look back and capture the look on Muzan's face right at that very moment.

The sun has long risen from the horizon, bringing forth a new day for everyone. The two demons were still safely tucked away from the burning light, staying inside the shed, or perhaps it's better called the thieves' hideout, thankfully with no thieves of course.

"What's on your mind?" [Y/n] asked, gazing carefully at Muzan while he played with a strand of Muzan's hair. Muzan stared at him in a way that [Y/n] couldn't describe, but made him feel like he couldn't quite catch a breath.

"What else, but you?" The arm around [Y/n]'s waist moved upwards. Muzan's hand landed on the juncture of [Y/n]'s neck and shoulder. His thumb was cold, yet it brought a touch of warmth to [Y/n] as he brushed it back and forth against [Y/n]'s pulse point.

"Didn't know you could even flirt," [Y/n] replied instead as his gaze went downwards to Muzan's throat.

"Of course, I can flirt. It's just I've never—"

"Never what?"

"Never needed to. You're the only person I've ever been..." he trailed off.

[Y/n] chuckled, deep in his chest in a way that had Muzan itching to lean closer. "You're surprisingly cute like this, Muzan. A far image from when I first met you."

Muzan huffed, red slowly adorning his cheeks. "You broke into my mansion with a face that's ready to rob someone. What else would I think?"

[Y/n] brought one of his hands to pinch Muzan's cheek. "You're saying I look like a robber now?" He said, trying to sound exasperated, but he smiled too hard for it to work.

It seemed Muzan had taken it the wrong way though. The demon immediately answered, "Of course not! You're clearly more handsome than those kinds of vermin."

"More handsome than you?"

Muzan stared blankly at him before stating, "You're teasing."

"Obviously, it took you a while to realize," [Y/n] chuckled again. "I've never met someone quite like you, Muzan." His hand brushed softly against Muzan's cheek, caressing it with a gentle touch.

Muzan's cheeks flushed as if a warmth spread through his body. The demon leaned into the touch, his eyes slipping closed. [Y/n] had never felt so content before in his life.

Their lips met, and electricity seemed to course through his veins. He was sure he was in a dream, but he never wanted to wake up. He felt like he could stay in this moment forever.

"W-wait," [Y/n] leaned away suddenly, a worried look on his face.

"Why?" Muzan pulled him closer instead. His deep voice rang inside [Y/n]'s ear filled with desire. Red seemed to completely overtake his vision.

[Y/n] intercepted a hand between their lips when Muzan leaned in for more. "Don't you hear it? I think someone's outside," he rasped.

Silence stretched between them as they listened from inside the shed. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Slow and heavy footsteps walked toward them, crushing the earth beneath.