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- Freshbeans6479 this morning

(YESS THE TAGGING FINALLY WORKED)

No smut, but mentions of sexual activity.

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Kokushibo and his husband, Muzan, entered their home after a long day. Since Muzan was a famous politician, on occasion they had to make public appearances. Unfortunately for Kokushibo,  they were in public all. Day. It was awful.

He didn't like dealing with fans screaming at his husband. And at him, sometimes. But he didn't care about that as much. He hated the crazy fans that Muzan had. Nobody should be simping for his husband! Except him, of course. But it's not like he can actually do anything... sure, everyone thought that he was Muzan's bodyguard, but he was just his secretary. And his husband. So, he just had to do his best and ignore it.

Kokushibo finished getting into his pajamas before Muzan, due to Muzan's skincare routine. He doesn't know how he does it- skincare, morning and night. All those creams and products are so, so itchy! Muzan is really brave. He took out his phone as he waited for his husband. To his dismay, he had a myriad of notifications. To his further dismay, they were comments under a post about Muzan...

"Hear me out."  basic. Kokushibo thought.

"He can spit, kick, and punch and I'll still want him 🤭" He hated how he kinda agreed with that one..

"'TILL I REMEMBER EVERY VEIN ON HIS-" Be for real- you're never even starting.

"He's not a want, he's a need 😍" Okay then, suffer.

"GUYS HE'S SINGLE, AIN'T HE ⁉️⁉️" No, he's married. To me. Fuck off.

He then saw an argument over Muzan's taste in women. He doesn't even like women! These people...

"My man 😩" He's MY man.

"The way I'd let him rail me" The way I'm the only person he'd ever rail.

"I know he's 8 years older than me, but-" Muzan is NOT a pedophile. He doesn't want a 17-year-old minor. Extra disgusting.

"I need him to manhandle me or smth." Suffer while I live your dream.

"UNTIL MY LEGS ARE BROCKEN‼️" They didn't even spell 'broken' right. Muzan doesn't want a child.

"Smash." Muzan smash Koku. Not you.

He fought the urge to post what he was thinking, or at least say something like 'stop sexualizing Muzan.' But, he couldn't. He knew that Muzan's reputation was very, very important, so exposing them would be wrong. Kokushibo also knew that he himself would be too shy to go out in public again if people knew...

He wondered that, even if they knew, would they stop? If people like this openly share their sexual fantasies online, would they stop and respect Muzan if they knew that he was married? He doubted it.

"Darling." Muzan said, grabbing Kokushibo's attention as he entered the room in his fancy robe. He put his phone on the side table and turned to Muzan who sat down in their bed, scooting over to him.

"Hiiii...." He smiled, leaning on Muzan's shoulder.

"I know it's late, but do you want to continue our show?"

"Sure..!"

"Alright-y." Muzan picked up the remote, switching on the show they were currently watching. Kokushibo tried to focus on it, but he couldn't. He just couldn't stop thinking about those people! What did Muzan think of those sayings? Does he find them funny? Does he find them cute? Kokushibo didn't know. What he did know is that he's the only one for Muzan, and he needed to make sure Muzan agreed.

 He wasn't really worried, of course! He knew Muzan would never leave him! But he couldn't stop himself. He scooted closer to Muzan, and mid-song, he pressed his lips up to his husbands neck, attempting to lightly recreate the sucking motion that that Muzan has done to his skin many times before. He felt bad for interrupting the song, especially because the show had such a great Brodway cast, but he just couldn't help it.

"Oh, what's this?" Muzan turned down to his husband, amused by his sudden boldness. Kokushibo had never done something like this before.

"Mmm..." Kokushibo pulled his lips off, and pulled himself closer to his husband. "I don't want.. to share you..." he mumbled, then pressed his lips back onto Muzan's neck.

"'Share me'? Koku, whatever do you mean?" Kokushibo lifted off again.

"Those people.. those 'fans'.. they love you.. they want to be with you... like I am... but I want it to be only me... who thinks of you like that..."

"Awh, Koku! You know you're the only one fore me! Having to deal with these people, people who think like that, it's just something we have to deal with now that we're in the public eye." He sighed. "Y'know, you have your fair share of risqué comments as well."

"I do..?"

"Yeah. But even though they exist, it doesn't make you love me any less, does it?"

"No..! Not at all."

"Exactly! The same goes for me. Just because those people exist won't make me love you any less."

"I'm glad..." He smiled, returning to his spot on the bed.

"Uh-" Muzan looked at him, confused. "Are you not gonna keep going? I mean, you haven't even made a mark yet."

"Huh..?"

"I mean, you tried to give me a hickey, didn't you?"

"I-I guess..." He blushed.

"Then don't start something without finishing the job. You need to be on the same spot for about 30 seconds to make any sort of mark."

"Oh.. I didn't know that.. It doesn't feel like that.. when you do it..."

"So do you want to try?"

"Do you want.. me to try...?"

"Yeah! It's cute, seeing a different side of you. You're usually so... y'know.. submissive. I like it, you trying to be a little more forward~!"

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"Mm, there you go!" Muzan stood up, holding his husbands hand and guiding him to the mirror. He tilted his head, examining his neck. "You're good at that, y'know."

"Thanks..." Kokushibo's face was red.

"But, since we have to go to work tomorow-"

"Can we stay home tomorrow...?" He interrupted. "Pleeeeeaseeee..?"

"Koku you know we have to go." He turned around, cupping Kokushibo's face in his hands.

"But.."

"No buts. Now, back to what I was saying." He turned back to face the mirror. "Since I'll have to cover these up, I'll be doing your makeup as well."

"Was this just a trap... so that you could.. do makeup on me...?!"

"Not exactly, but I haven't done it in a while, and you were crushing me.. so take it as a 'punishment'." He chuckled.

"Crushing you...? Punishment...? Wha...?"

"We're not teens anymore, Koku! You can't just sit or lay on top of me like you used to, you're much to tall."

"Awh..." He said sadly.

"It's alright, I don't mind all that much. Now, sit down! It's time for your makeup." Kokushibo obliged, sitting down in the chair that went with Muzan's vanity. "Since I know you don't like the textures of makeup, I'll just do eyeshadow, blush, and sparkles, okay?"

"Okay..." As Kokushibo nodded, Muzan took out his pallet and started looking at colors. Muzan was excited, as he hasn't done any makeup on himself or Kokushibo in a while due to their jobs. Muzan picked out a dark purple, and started gently applying it to Kokushibo's eyelids. Even though it was just for fun, he worked hard on making it even. After he was done with his eyes, Muzan applied a light blush, finishing the look off with some sparkles and a bow hairclip.

"So coquette. 🎀" He laughed, before moving to his own neck. He made quick work of it, seamlessly covering up the marks as if they never existed. He then quickly put on some lipgloss, and bent down to kiss all over his husband's face. "Don't worry, we'll take it off before we go to work tomorrow. But for now, you stay like this!"

"You're really good.. at makeup..."

"Thank you! I wish I could do it more often... but y'know! Gotta pretend to be straight." He sighed. "But it's fine! It pays good money and we mostly get to be alone with each other all day." He glanced over at the clock. "It's getting late- we should really get to sleep." Kokushibo looked at the clock too. 

"Yeah.. unless we stay home...?" He asked, giving it one final attempt. Muzan laughed, then rolled his eyes and shook his head, walking over to the bed. 

"We're going to work tomorrow, Koku."  He said, playful and sleepy. The husbands got into the bed, cuddling up to each other, not minding their faces adorned with makeup.

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I hope u're happy, freshbeans 😡/lh