Say less, baby! Thank you for feeding me despite your aversion to my pookie. ILYSM
Pairing: F!Reader x Muzan
Warnings: NSFW. Demonic creampie. Degradation. Insults as a love language. Sub!Reader? Dom!Muzan? (Idk I suck at writing dominant men tbh- I'll tag it just in case)
"Ah, you're so wet. And I've stretched you out perfectly for me. My pitiful cock-hungry harlot."
The demon king hurls insults with every second breath as his hips slap against you, thrusting his engorged cock into your aching pussy with such force that if he was human you'd swear he was trying to kill you with it.
You know him well enough to know he's showing restraint.
If he wanted to, Muzan could end you a thousand different ways, but he never would. Not you.
"I can feel your greedy cunt trying to milk me. Oh, you're such a slut for me, aren't you?" His lips curve into a feral grin. "My slut. Mine. Say it."
"I'm... yours..."
You cry out at he grinds his hips against yours, the dense patch of short black curls above his dick creating just the right friction for your overworked clit.
You gasp, "Gonna... cum..."
Muzan laughs darkly. "Again? How utterly pathetic. You can't control your body's response to me. I can feel you... ah... squeezing me... pulsing..." He bows his head and growls as you climax, the veins in his neck and brow straining as he approaches his own release.
He drives a yelp from you as he presses down until the head of his cock is bullying your cervix. His back arches as he sucks in a breath and shivers through his orgasm, filling your overstuffed pussy once more, relishing the way his seed spills out of you and dribbles onto the bed beneath you. Only with you does he lower his defenses enough to allow himself to moan.
"So good..." He whispers the tiniest hint of praise against your ear, as though some part of him is terrified to utter it.
In the moments following release, Muzan is a different sort of beast; tamer, softer... almost human in his uncoordinated attempt at remaining in control. It's only ever a fleeting vulnerability.
The heat of his breaths fans across your lips as he comes tantalizingly close to kissing you. His lips ghost over yours as he regains his composure and resumes his taunting. "Look at you," he whispers, "reduced to nothing more than a quivering, mewling wreck. Mmh, how many is that? Are you still able to count or have I succeeded in fucking all sense out of you?"
"S-seven..."
He grins, "Then you're not done."
"Wait." Reaching up to cup his face in your hands, your thumb glides across the curve of his cheekbone.
Hot breath blows against your wrist as he turns into your caress, grazing the points of his fangs against your wrist. "Is this a plea for mercy?"
"No..." you whisper. "I just... love you."
His expression remains unchanged, but his crimson eyes bore into yours, narrow pupils widening at your confession.
"Is that so?"
You nod. "Yes."
Without warning he hooks his hands beneath your knees and pulls you down onto his cock, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck you even deeper and harder than before.
It's all you can do not to scream in ecstasy and torment as he slams into you with new, feral intensity, sending shock-waves of painful pleasure through your entire body.
His hips piston against you, forcing a cry from you with every thrust. The only sounds in the vast halls of the Infinity Fortress are your moans, the lewd wet slap of skin on sopping skin, and the words he uses to claim you.
"You're mine," he hisses through his teeth. "Mine."
Muzan sits there with a smile on his face everytime your lips make contact with his skin
Hands holding your wrists loosely as you cradle his face, turning it this way and that way to place kiss after kiss - each kiss punctuated by a "Mwah!"
A chuckle rumbling through his chest
"Are you done, my love?" He asks, eyes filled with a lovestruck gaze "I have a meeting to attend"
breathe stuttering as you giggle
"Do you not enjoy my kisses?" You say with a pout
Muzan has to stop himself from whining as you try to pull away, keeping your hands on his face as he speaks,
"Of course I do, I just need to go for that meeting..."
With a sigh you bring him in for one final kiss, lips meeting his sweetly
"Come home safe to me" you whisper, placing another sweet kiss on his skin "Come home safe.."
"I will"
And he leaves.
Form poised and walk graceful
A blush flushes his skin upon catching his reflection, of course you had kissed him while wearing lipstick...
Goo Kim x Reader: Cycling through the love languages
G/N. Self-indulgent af. Goo has a realisation about you.
Goo knows for a fact you like him.
Who wouldn't? Who doesn't?
Maybe Gun and Charles Choi actually, and he knows he pisses Kouji and Crystal off something bad. The majority of the crews too. And that sour faced woman from the cafe this morning. There was also the guy who yelled obscenities and flipped him off for driving erratically.
Ah whatever. He casts aside his growing list of enemies with a wave of the wrist and an adjustment of his glasses.
Point is, you like him. You. The only one that matters.
Why you can't admit it to yourself or to him, he can't understand.
...Nevermind the fact that it's only recently that he has admitted to himself that he likes you. After one too many knowing looks from Kouji, and then another too many drinks the other night when Gun remained stone faced and Crystal couldn't stop rolling her eyes as Goo started gushing. Tongue loosening and desires spoken and spilling over into reality.
The realisation wasn't so much a shock to the system, as a comforting hug. Like yes, finally.
His weird little daydreams, his growing apathy towards fighting and work, or really anything that excludes you. The way you said you liked his suit the other month and he walked with a spring in his step all morning and afternoon and evening and night, and has worn that suit damn nearly every day since.
It all makes sense.
So yes. Fine. He likes you. A lot.
Sometimes the thought of seeing you makes him feel giddy with excitement. Other times the thought of replacing his first love, good old dependable cash, with you makes him feel sick and he breaks out into a cold sweat.
Here’s the thing though: Goo likes calculated risk. He likes the thrill of the chase.
He-
Likes-
You.
And if you want him to be the one that chases and pursues you then ok. He will. Challenge accepted.
.
.
Let's do this the easy way. Flirting.
It might have been more successful if he wasn't so flirty and playful anyway. Curse him and his charismatic ways.
(Or so he tells himself.)
You don't find him too different from usual, all things considered. Maybe more of a nuisance, buzzing around you like an errant fly. His smile is greasier, words honey sweet. He leers at you. Waggles his eyebrows like you're in on a joke together.
Dear heavens, you think he also winks at you too. When you frown at that, he just clicks his tongue in annoyance and says there's something in his eye.
You think that's a lie. In fact, you know it is. His eye is completely fine but he is moody and pouty for hours after.
.
.
No, the wink didn't work. The flirting can't really be counted as a success. Nevertheless, his flirting doesn't stop at syrupy words, Goo is touchier too.
He's a touchy person by nature, especially in the right situation and with the right person. Whatever is needed to twist a situation to his advantage. A chin rested on your shoulder, casual arm thrown around your waist. A playful shove, footsie under the table that is more rough and malicious, aiming to hurt, than cute and teasing.
But he's close, closer than ever. Banter muttered into your ear, breath prickling your skin.
Every moment is just a new opportunity to touch you. Your hand, your shoulder, hip, lower back.
You never minded before, you gotten used to his touches surprisingly quickly except now-
The caresses and contact poorly hide a yearning. There's a different intent. It's purposeful and calculated. This doesn't escape your notice.
Goo also doesn't miss the heat that rises to your cheeks. The pretty pink flush when he pulls you near. The hitch of your breath.
Ah. There it is.
Success at last.
.
.
Sadly for him, success doesn't last long. You get used to his wily ways quick enough, you always do.
And it doesn't have the profound effect on you that Goo initially anticipated. He thought that might lead to a confession of sorts from yourself, and even you both skipping into the sunset together.
Neither happens. You stay as cutely tight lipped as ever.
Well if he can't worm his way into your heart with his A game and progress whatever this is you both have going on-
(Which is frankly a little insulting to think about. Goo would like you to know that some people have taken one look, one!, at his hot self and thrown themselves to his feet.)
-Then he can just buy your love.
In Goo's world, in this world, there is nothing that money can't solve. Luckily, Goo has lots of it.
He starts small.
Your reaction when he gave you a bouquet of flowers was rather sweet. He takes note of the way your face softens, how your eyes crinkle when you smile, the shape of your lips as you’re surprised with his gesture.
If Goo was the sappy sort, he would say that it felt like his heart skipped a beat.
Turns out that he is the sappy sort, and he talked Crystal's ear off about it until she kicked him out of her office and slammed the door in his face.
Next, the jewellery you seemed taken aback by. A few pieces you looked at in distaste despite the size of the gemstones, had the audacity to say they're garish and inconvenient.
“It’s too much,” you tell him. “Take them back. Return them. Please.”
You left all but one: a simple ring with a plain design.
The affront that Goo felt only lasted for a night at your rejection, dissipating the moment he saw the ring on your finger the next day, shining brightly in the sun. Enough to rival the smile that crept over his face.
.
.
Turns out that the car dealership was a step too far though, a step too ill thought out. The gifts gradually got bigger and grander until one weekend afternoon, you were looking around at brand new vehicles with Goo.
"This is by appointment only," he doesn't hesitate to brag. "It's exclusive. They managed to fit me 'cos I'm kinda a big deal."
You hum in response, your usual go to reply when Goo is feeling particularly full of himself and you’re half listening.
"What do you think of this one, sweetheart?" he asks, steering you towards the most expensive vehicle in the showroom, with more horsepower or torque or whatever it is enthusiasts talk about.
A sleek and shiny sports car that you know for a fact costs more than you will ever make in a year. All chrome and aerodynamic lines, that screams I have money and the biggest dick around here (or tiniest, depending on who you ask and whether you think they're trying to overcompensate).
You take one look at Goo, eyes dropping to his crotch and feel your body flushing. You quickly try to shake those obscene thoughts from your head.
"Um," you clear your throat, which has mysteriously dried up at the last second, "It's nice I guess? Bit much though." You poke your head through the window, admiring the top of the range features and the smell of fresh leather. Goo is nothing if not in your face, and this car certainly fits his vibe.
"Nothing is too much for you!" his voice floats over your shoulder, and you whip your head to stare at him.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"What do you mean?"
"It's on me, cupcake! For you." He throws his arm around your shoulder, a touch of sincerity under his usual viper grin.
Huh. Not only is this excessive-
"My apartment doesn't have any parking," You state, and Goo starts calculating if he likes you enough to buy you a new apartment also and unfortunately the drop in his bank balance still doesn't outweigh his feelings for you. Whether you will accept is the question but he can work on that.
All thoughts are derailed though with your next words-
"I can't drive. I don't have my licence. And the thought of navigating Seoul traffic," you grimace at the idea, "Nightmare. Not for me. No thanks."
Oh. For fuck's sake. There goes the idea to buy your love with gifts. Most people would say thank you with a smile and go to at least sell the car but of course you would rebuff him. He’s been letting you take advantage of his bank balance, his hard earned money, and of course you’re too good to him to do that.
‘So this entire day was a complete waste of time,’ Goo thinks sourly hours later, meandering the streets side by side with you, spending the rest of your afternoon together. Until-
"Oh my god I love these!" You exclaim, taking a bite out of the hotteok. Fresh off the grill from the street vendor, paid for by your companion. Out of everything he has given, or tried to give you - you're the happiest with the cheap street food. "You're the best!" you tell him between mouthfuls.
Goo doesn't stop his chest from puffing out at that comment. Those words elevating today from being deemed a waste to... fun.
And actually, a little sweet.
.
.
If he can't win you over completely with gifts, then he will show you how irreplaceable he is.
Over the next week, Goo is at your beck and call. His clinginess taken to whole new levels. He's at your home more often than not, by your side almost every moment of the day.
"Don't you have work?" You ask when he's glued to your side one morning.
"You're more important, sweetheart," he says, words off the cuff and surface level.
It's only hours later, when he has reluctantly peeled himself away to finish a task with Gun, he realises that it's not entirely inaccurate.
Free time is spent driving you from A-to-B. Heavens forbid you are forced to use public transport (Goo shudders at this thought) and since you hate Seoul traffic, he might as well keep you company.
He's on his most gentlemanly best behaviour.
Holding doors open, draping his jacket over you if so much as a gentle breeze is around. Hand-made meals, lunches and extravagant dinners. Even chores.
"Do you live here now?" You ask, padding out to your kitchen. Half asleep, hair in disarray to Goo humming and washing your dishes.
He smiles, sly and snake-like, "Are you asking?"
With a yawn, you burst his bubble, "Nope."
Goddamnit. Not even trying to be the best househusband seems to be working. What will it take for you to confess that you like him? He's getting sick of this song and dance.
He scrubs with a huff at a particular stubborn stain on a pan. Stupid pan and stupid chores and stupid househusbandry.
Ugh. What pisses him off most of all is: he thinks he can get used to this.
Being around you all the time, taking care of you. Not even you in your ratty old sleepwear, with threadbare knees and oversized t-shirt dims how he feels about you.
.
.
Goo isn't an idiot, despite what Gun might say.
He possesses frightening intelligence even if sometimes his common sense is nowhere to be seen.
You like him, he knows this. He likes you, he also knows this.
Then why on earth can't he bring himself to tell you? Is it that expressing it is a vulnerability he's not used to having on display? That despite everything, speaking it into existence means that he's offering you himself and there is always a chance of rejection?
If Goo was more mentally balanced and less self absorbed, maybe he would dwell on these doubts and feelings. Be introspective for the first time ever.
He is not.
Instead he feels overwhelming indignation that it has come to this, that nothing has had the desired effect, and most importantly it's all your fault.
He puts all his energy into storming his way over to your home, wanting everything and everyone around him to be also darkened by his mood. Makes sure his displeasure is felt through the way he stomps, how he slams his car door, how he blasts through traffic lights. Buzzing himself into your apartment building with vehemence, pounding on your front door until he hears your exasperation from somewhere inside.
"Hold on Goo! What the hell!"
The door is yanked open. For a brief moment Goo sees your annoyed expression, before he too is yanked inside.
"What is your problem?" Each word is punctuated with a jab in his chest.
Goo refrains from devolving into a tantrum. Realises that he already seems unhinged enough and doesn't want this conversation to get any worse.
Taking a deep breath, he grabs hold of that jabby finger (noting with amusement that other people's fingers he has broken for much less), adorned with a familiar ring, pulls your hand into his and strokes over your knuckles once, twice, three times.
He is absolutely not buying time. But really, why has it come to this: sincerity and honesty. How unseemly. This is so not him that even the idea of it sends shivers down his spine.
Whatever. With one last breath he forces out any trepidation and regains his usual composure. The one that is all confidence and captivating and can talk circles around anyone anyday.
"Y/N,” he purrs, "I like you and you like me."
You open your mouth to say something but he presses on. "It's obvious. I'm not stupid.” Goo points to his glasses, “I have eyes. I can see how you are around me, cupcake. And it's painfully obvious that I like you too." He allows himself an irritable sigh at this.
"Honestly I'm the one that gets courted. I'm a catch. People chase after me," he mutters to himself. "And yet look at me now." Huffing at himself for his behaviour, he turns back to you. "Why don’t we see how this-" signalling between you and him, "-goes, hmm?
"Wait," you take a step back from his presumptiveness.
Which isn't wrong, per se. In fact, he is completely spot on. Goo is an objectively attractive guy, you would be blind not to realise it (or have questionable taste). Sure his personality offsets his looks, because good god it can be grating as hell, but even with all his flaws he has wormed himself into your heart and into your life too.
You flitter somewhere between friends and more. Friends, with this odd, prickly, scheming creature is a miracle in itself. You’re not sure why this red flag shines green with you but he does. You don't know how you balance each other but you do. You don't know how it works but it does.
Moving this to something more though, it scares you. Especially if he's as blasé and unserious about this as he is with most things in his life that don't revolve around money.
"Goo..." You try to phrase this delicately. "Your relationships or encounters or whatever you want to call them don't end well." He gasps at your words. "I don't want to start up some casual whatever with you for you to then change your mind. It could really mess things up between us."
"Casual?" He scoffs, dismissing your concerns with a wave of his hand, "I've been 100% from the start. You should know I'm all in, sweetheart."
Your breath hitches. This wasn't what you meant. This wasn't what you were asking but he answers your doubts anyway.
"I'm all in on this," he repeats, crossing his heart mockingly though there is no disguising the earnestness in his words; how his actions over the last weeks and months have shown you that he's serious.
Still. You want to double-check.
"...Are you sure?"
"Y/N. Sweetheart." he places your own hand over his heart, "I've never been more sure of anything."
His glasses catch the light. Flashing mischievously and wickedly like it always does yet you can't see any ill intent. There's no hesitancy in his conviction.
"We fit, don't we?" Goo smiles, sensing your apprehension wavering and crumbling.
You can't deny that you do.
"Yes," is your simple reply. You peer at him from below your lashes and find him looking at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before.
Still pressed against his heart, Goo moves your hand up to his lips. A playful grin that is full of promises spreads across his face. His eyes don’t leave yours as he seals it all, marks it official, with a kiss.
As your mentor, he was only supposed to make sure you win. that is until, he started to catch this so called “feelings” that he first started to deny, lying to himself that he’s just confused. this continued until a certain point where he realized how much you meant to him. some tribute from district 6 started to get all touchy, right in front of corio, and he did not like it. he glared at the man with his blue eyes, behind that uninterested face that he puts off, you shall know he was dismembering him in his mind, he was so lost in thought with what he should do to the guy that he didn’t even realize that you’re now standing infront of him; normally, he would immediately wear a beautiful beam in his face whenever you come up to him, but right now..it was different. he held your wrists tight enough to make you frown your brows and ask what is wrong. and here you are, left with no answers. after minutes of walking, he somehow reached his ideal place to talk. “mind telling me as to why you were so close to that..man! of yours?” , “what? what are you talking about?” , “ oh, don’t act like you don’t know!” , “coriolanus! for god’s sake, i was just talking to him, and besides? why are you so..bothered?! it’s not like it’s any of your business.” , “but it is my business! you are my tribute, have you forgotten about that? why don’t you keep your mind put to surviving and winning this game rather than being all clingy with some man!?” , “i am not being clingy or whatsoever, stop jumping into such ridiculous conclusions! and for the record i am focused about surviving, so don’t get me started with that!” both of you spoke quietly, but still, you could feel coriolanus’ hint of rage in his voice. he was about to say something; when, the two of you heard that the game was starting, coriolanus held your hand, hurrying to go back to the entrance of the arena, when you have reached the arena’s destination and finally registered, he leaned over and whispered something in your ear. “you’re all set for today’s round, just do as what i told you and stay away from the others. i’ll visit you later.” you only gave him a small nod, and watched his silhoutte slowly disappear. the host started to speak. Another hunting round. you should definitely give corio a heads up next time, this round won’t be so easy for him, after all, he’s doing all the wearisome work.
- I WROTE THIS LIKE FOUR MONTHS AGO..? I DIDNT GET TO EDIT IT, IM TOO LAZY 🙏🏼
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