*Muzan huffed, looking over to the side and taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing it to the direction of the open bedroom door.

You were fiddling and making fun of the way his eyes were shaped, relaxing before some aftercare.

You laid on top of him, your bare bodies fitting against each other nicely. Muzan’s free arm was resting on her waist, rubbing it up and down and small circles.

You hummed, kissing his chest then squeezing his lip between your fingers as your other arm traced the smoothness and kisses on his shoulder.

“My handsome gu—“

“Don’t.”

Muzan cut you off, internally bashful at the sweet pet name.

A little while later..

Muzan was oddly invested when it came to aftercare.

He wasn't one to be very gentle or considerate in general, but it seemed like you made that hidden part of him come out.

Today was no different. After your little 'session', he held you tight as he wrapped the both of you in the covers, one hand stroking your hair.

"You wanna go take a shower right now or later?" He asked in a low voice, genuinely caring about making you feel comfortable.