𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 → kny x m! reader

12.5 | our yearning

( warning: explicit sexual content ahead!! viewer discretion is advised <3 )

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OUR YEARNING

In the dimness of the shed, illuminated only by the moonlight, [Y/n] steeled his gaze at Muzan.

His hand stroked Muzan's cheek, drinking in the rare gentleness and vulnerability on his face. He can't help but lean ever closer to him.

He can hear Muzan's labored breathing in the silent space as the night wind gradually faded. Muzan looked upon him as well. Long lashes casting a faint shadow under his dark red eyes.

It seemed he couldn't help it as well, raising his hands to touch the contours of [Y/n]'s cheeks.

"I don't think I'll ever again meet someone like you," Muzan said. His voice that usually carried so much arrogance has morphed to a voice so light, so full of fulfilled longing.

Seeing him like this, [Y/n] can't help but feel anxious for some reason. Driven by his impulses, [Y/n] pulls him closer by his clothes.

Muzan steadied himself, grabbing onto his hips without thinking, [Y/n] now entirely in his embrace.

This proximity between them rendered [Y/n] incapable of thought. All he can do was follow his heart and instinct. He gazed deeply into red hues.

"Then don't let go."

Muzan's eyes seemed to then glimmer with a newfound spark, blazing hot amidst the coldness of the shed.

Pressing into each other's embrace, [Y/n] could hear Muzan's breathing growing faster. His husky voice echoed inside [Y/n]'s ears, desire slowly becoming unrestrained.

"I don't think I ever could. I yearn for your everything, [Y/n]."

[Y/n] layed a hand over Muzan's chest, beating just as fast as his own. Lips curving up slightly, he said, "Then take it. I'm right here."

Muzan eyes widened before he puts his arms around [Y/n]'s waist and picked him up. With Muzan's palm pressing against his back, [Y/n] shuddered at the counteracting temperature of the cold walls.

Suddenly being lifted off the ground didn't surprise nor displease [Y/n]. The movement now leaving little room between the two demons.

A satisfied hum left his lips as Muzan kept kissing him, over and over. Starting from his chin, down to his collarbone, and everywhere throughout his neck. Muzan layed his claim all over [Y/n], drowning what's left of the [h/c] haired man's rationality.

[Y/n]'s hands tug at dark roots, and Muzan finally stopped peppering kisses at his neck. Instead he brushed his hands against a sting on [Y/n]'s body.

[Y/n]'s right hand moved up, lifting Muzan's chin before brushing their lips with one another once again. He entangled their tongues, locking them in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

Muzan opened his mouth further, allowing [Y/n]'s tongue to explore deeper. They kissed for who knows how long, with [Y/n]'s arms wrapping themselves around Muzan's neck.

After some time, [Y/n] pulled away from the kiss, grinning when Muzan unconsciously followed after his lips.

"Get undressed. I want to see all of you. I'm sure you want to see all of me too," [Y/n] breathlessly said.

Muzan's eyes widened briefly, but his mouth soon turned upwards, understanding they were about to do something more involving less clothing.

"As you say."