One shots vol. VII (Seme male reader x Various)

Possesive!Jealous!Muzan x SMR

Request from notthatcreativeok.

Y/n walked out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him. He just had a hard argument with his lover, Muzan, and he once again was considering leaving him for good. He felt angry at himself that he was thinking about ending his relationship, but he was fed up with Muzan's attitude and the way he treated him. Somethimes Y/n was wondering if he was Muzan's lover or servant. Y/n didn't even notice when he arrived in front of the bar. He shrugged and walked in. He ordered a drink and used this time away from Muzan to think over the situation he was in.

-Hi handsome. - Y/n wasn't surprised when a prostitute approached him. He was good looking and often he got the unwanted attention from people and Muzan's subbordinates.

-If you value your life you will leave me alone. - said Y/n and took the sip of his drink.

-Are you that good? - the male prostitute started playing with his hair.

-It's not that. - Y/n shook his head as he glanced at the male behind the prostitute. - It was nice to know you. - he added before he stood up.

Muzan, who found Y/n at the bar killed the prostitue with his bare hands. The sight of Y/n merely talking to someone was enough to anger him. The feeling of jealousy that took over him when he saw Y/n with someone who wanted to get in his pants though was a completely different thing. Muzan needed this person dead. No one can try to take Y/n away from him and get away without consequences.

Y/n didn't care about what he was leaving behind. He didn't even spare Muzan and the prostitute a glance. He walked ouf of the bar, knowing perfectly well that everyone who happened to be there will be dead in the matter of seconds. He walked in the direction of the house he lived in, soon he heard another pair of footsteps.

-Wait for me! - commanded Muzan, but Y/n ignored it. He wasn't afraid of his lover. - I ordered you to...

-You're not the boss of me, neither I'm your property. - said Y/n, cutting Muzan off.

-You are my property, you're my lover.- growled Muzan, jumping in front of Y/n.

-Am I really your lover? Or just a subordinate who can fuck you well? - asked Y/n tilting his head to the side a bit. Muzan was taken aback with that, he knew that Y/n would still be mad at him, but not that much.

-You are my lover. - said Muzan glaring at Y/n. - And you talked to the prostitute in the bar after we had a fight. Do you do that often? How many times did you cheat on me?

-I never cheated on you. - answered Y/n, calmly. - Just like you never respected me.

-I...

Y/n went around Muzan and got back to walking home, leaving Muzan bahind. He didn't need to hear his explanations. Y/n didn't hear him following him. Y/n gritted his teeth as he walked, preventing himself from breaking down. He loved Muzan, but he had enough of being mistreated. Y/n stepped in the house and went straight to the bedroom as he made up his mind. He grabbed a bag and started packing up his stuff. He was forcefully stopped when Muzan wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him astight as he could.

-I...I...I'm sorry. - said Muzan, still keeping Y/n squeezed. - Don't go.

Y/n blinked in shock. Muzan never apologize, not to mention admiting the failure. This was unheard of. The next thing that happened had Y/n wondering if he was dreaming. Muzan was crying in his chest, begging him to stay as the hiccups and spasms were shaking his body. It wasn't just crying it was hysteria. Y/n sighed and wrapped his arms around Muzan, trying to calm him down, but that was beyind anything he ever saw in his life. It took him two hours to stop Muzan's tears.

-Stay with me. - hiccuped Muzan, another wave of tears ready to pool out of his eyes. - I'll do anything.

-All I want is some affection and respect from you. - said Y/n. - But it seems that it's too much to ask.

-It's not, we can cuddle even now, just don't leave me. - pleaded Muzan. - I love you.

Hearing the last sentence made Y/n forget how to breathe. Muzan never said those words, even when they confess to each other.

-I love you too. - sighed Y/n and kissed Muzan's forehead.

-Please stay. - whispered Muzan.

-I will. - muttered Y/n as he rocked back and forth with Muzan in his lap. - Get some rest, you look exhausted.

Muzan nodded and closed his eyes, gripping onto Y/n's shirt. Y/n had no other choice but to lay back on the bed and let Muzan sleep in his arms. He closed his eyes as well and relaxed. For the first time in a good while he felt loved. He didn't need any other proof. He fell asleep with a small smile on his face.