Sugar daddy Michikatsu and model Muzan

A/N: I've had this idea for a while, so I decided to do so and wanted to make Muzan already spoiled, I mean Muzan's probably a spoiled brat so why not make him more spoiled? And yes, it's smut and I have no shame admitting it. And because Muzan can shapeshift into a female I made him intersex (It's my guilty pleasure)

Tsugikuni Michikatsu was a wealthy businessman, respected and admired by many. He was highly successful in his career and had everything he could ever want, except for one thing: love. One day, he met Kibutsuji Muzan, a young and beautiful man who seemed to have a magnetic presence and a striking aura of confidence. Muzan was a spoiled model, he had many admirers, he loved the attention. Michikatsu was absolutely smitten by him.

Michikatsu walked over towards the model and smiled. "Hello," he started, his voice low, which caught Muzan's attention. Muzan turned around, his long white hair flowing in the wind. The albino raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Hello, Tsugikuni-san. It is nice meeting you, why do I have the pleasure of meeting you?" the model asked as he put a hand on his hip.

He chuckled softly, looking at the other man up and down before speaking again. "I'm glad to finally meet you too," he said calmly, walking towards him slowly. As they got closer together, Michikatsu could see the beauty of the other man.

"Oh? You are now?" he raised an eyebrow, curiously as the taller man walked over to him. His bodyguards stop Michikatsu, to which Muzan smiled and called them off. "It's fine," he said as they nod and back away. "Yes, it seems we have a lot of things in common," he said, smiling softly. "I have been watching you, your fashion shows, your art, everything about you is perfect," his voice was low and soft, yet still able to carry throughout the street.

Muzan giggled. "Why thank you, you're also not bad either, I must say," he said whilst eyeing Michikatsu up and down, a soft smirk on his beautiful face. "Well, I try my best to look good," he said with a chuckle. "Although, I must say, I am surprised you would even notice me, especially with all the attention you receive," he said, sounding genuinely surprised.

The red eyed man smiled. "Why yes, but I suppose it's because looks and brains run in my family," he smirked. "Plus I worked hard for this, I deserve it, don't you agree, Tsugikuni-san?" He looked into his eyes intently, trying to find out if there really was anything more than meets the eye behind those gorgeous ruby eyes. After several moments of silence, he decided to take a chance and ask directly. "Do you think you're special, Muzan-san?"

Muzan narrowed his eyes before raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to say that I am not?" he huffed. What a brat he is. Nervously, he shuffled his feet. "No, not at all," he said quickly. "I just thought you might think differently than most people. I guess it doesn't matter," he tried to make a joke of it to lighten the mood. "Either way, you're still very attractive," he added with a wink.

Muzan giggled. "Why thank you, but how about we go into the studio? To discuss somethings?" he suggested. The taller laughed as well. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, following him into the studio.

Muzan smiled and led him through the studio before sitting down on the dark red couches. He gently pat next to him. "Have a seat." Michikatsu sat down, taking a moment to observe the room and the various instruments scattered about. He listened as Muzan began to speak, trying to focus on what he was saying despite the distraction of his beauty.

Muzan noticed Michikatsu's lack of attention and smirked. "So, Michikatsu-san, why have you approached me?" he asked, leaning his head on his palm. Michikatsu cleared his throat nervously. "Well...it's kind of embarrassing..." he admitted sheepishly. "It's just...you are so beautiful, and I've never met someone quite like you." He couldn't help but blush slightly as he stared up at him.

Muzan smiled at the praise. "Thank you, but is there another reason?" he asked, leaning closer to Michikatsu's face. Michikatsu looked away from him for a moment, feeling his cheeks heat up again. He didn't know if he should tell him or not. "Umm..well...there is one other thing..." he mumbled quietly.

"Oh? What is it?" Muzan scooted closer in curiousity, raising an eyebrow at the taller man. Michikatsu took a deep breath. "W-well...um...if you want me to be honest, I'm really attracted to you..." he blurted out, blushing even more now that he had finally gotten the courage to say it.

He felt himself getting lost in those eyes once more, unable to look away. "...and I don't think I could handle myself around you otherwise..." he finished weakly, averting his gaze once more. Muzan licked his lips. "But you do know how I act, do you not?" he hinted at his quite arrogant personality.

Michikatsu nodded, remembering the rumors he had heard about Muzan's behavior. "I know you're rather self-centered and prideful...and I don't quite know if I can handle it..." he admitted, frowning slightly.

The shorter smirked. "Mmm... I do have an idea on how to "fix it", you know?" he smiled. Michikatsu blinked, looking back up at him curiously. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with a raised brow.

The man shivered in delight at the thought. "Brat taming, plus you have a lot of money, you could use it against me," he hummed as he moved closer, their legs touching. Michikatsu gulped when he realized what was happening, his heart racing rapidly. "Wait...what? You want to tame me?" he gasped, looking down at him with wide eyes.

Muzan nodded as he flustered his eyes. "I like being dominated and humiliated, especially with a wealthier man," he licked his lips as he slowly rubbed his thighs together. The taller man couldn't help but smirk and place his hand right next to Muzan's crotch. "Really now? So you want me to be your sugar daddy?" he questioned.

Muzan nodded rapidly. "Yes, it makes me excited..." he let out a whimper as Michikatsu's hand traced over his thigh. Michikatsu grinned widely as he felt Muzan's body tense under his touch. "So...do you think we should go ahead and make that deal then?" he asked, leaning in close enough to hear Muzan's heartbeat.

Muzan shivered and nodded. "Yes," he muttered as he put his arms around Michikatsu's neck. Michikatsu placed his hands on either side of Muzan's face and tilted it up to look at him. "Good, because I don't think I can resist the urge to dominate you for much longer," he smirked, leaning in to kiss him.

Muzan blushed and kissed him softly. The taller man hummed into the kiss as he wrapped his arms tightly around Muzan's waist. "That feels nice," he murmured breathlessly, grinding himself against Muzan's clothed bulge. "Let's get started," he growled huskily, pushing him on the couch.

Muzan gasped. "Eh?" he gulped softly as Michikatsu spread his legs. Michikatsu smiled and ran his fingers through Muzan's hair. "I'm going to have my way with you tonight," he chuckled darkly, rubbing his shaft against Muzan's lower region.

The shorter shuddered in anticipation and slowly spread his legs, panting. Michikatsu grinned as he watched Muzan open up for him. "Such a good boy," he purred, pressing his hips against Muzan's rear.

The model groaned softly and covered his mouth. "Ngh~" Michikatsu chuckled as he grabbed Muzan's wrists and pinned them above his head. "My my, you're such a slut, aren't you?" he smirked when Muzan squirmed. Muzan whimpered as Michikatsu degraded him. He rubbed his thighs together.

Michikatsu laughed and pressed his knee between Muzan's legs. "What are you doing?" he teased, feeling how wet Muzan was getting from just being touched by him. "You like this, huh?" he taunted, rubbing his thumb across Muzan's slit. "Tell me what you need." Muzan whimpered softly as Michikatsu rubbed his thumb against his cunt. "A-ah..." he panted, clenching his hands into fists.

"You need to be fucked, don't you?" Michikatsu grinned darkly, withdrawing his knee and shifting position so he was straddling Muzan's thighs. Muzan whined softly as Michikatsu started to take his pants and underwear off, revealing his pussy.

Michikatsu chuckled as he looked down at Muzan's exposed flesh. "Ohh...so cute," he breathed, running his finger along Muzan's folds. "So tight too," he added, teasingly circling Muzan's clit with his middle finger before sliding two fingers inside him.

The white haired man clenched around the fingers as Michikatsu teased his clit. "H-hah!" he whined as more slick fell from his folds. Michikatsu hummed happily as he felt Muzan tighten around his fingers. "Mmm...such a good boy," he murmured, continuing to tease Muzan's sensitive nub. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked mockingly. He took Muzan's shirt off of him and started sucking one of Muzan's nipples into his mouth.

Muzan gasped and put his hands in Michikatsu's hair. "A-ah~" he panted and gripped Michikatsu's hair. "Mmm..." Michikatsu chuckled as he sucked on Muzan's nipple, rolling it between his teeth gently. "Such a good boy," he groaned, slipping his other hand under Muzan's backside and squeezing it firmly. "Such a good little toy."

Muzan shuddered with delight as Michikatsu thrusted his fingers in his hole. "Ah!~" his eyes widen and he covers his mouth. Michikatsu smirked as he watched Muzan shudder beneath him. "Good boy," he purred, pulling out his fingers and replacing them with his cock. "Now relax for me," he said sternly, pushing himself deep inside Muzan. "Relax your muscles."

The shorter nodded softly as he tried to relax his muscles and panted softly. "Ah

...H-hah!" he sniffled, tears falling down his cheeks. Michikatsu smiled smugly as he saw Muzan's body tense up. "That's right...relax those muscles now," he encouraged, thrusting harder and faster. "Don't fight me."

Muzan panted softly as Michikatsu thrusted harder. "C-close!" he warned. Michikatsu laughed loudly at Muzan's warning. "Is that so? You want me to stop then?" he taunted, gripping Muzan's hips tightly and slamming against him. "Do you think I'm going to listen to you?"

"W-what?" he whimpered when Michikatsu stopped. "W-why are you stopping?" he pouted. "Because I can," he answered, grabbing Muzan by the throat and forcing him to kiss him deeply. His tongue pushed its way past Muzan's lips and invaded his mouth forcefully. "And didn't you ask me to brat tame you? You can't take your words back, love," he whispered into Muzan's ear.

The shorter whimpered again as Michikatsu pulled away fully and put his clothes back on. "Y-yes but-" "But what, darling?" Michikatsu asked, cupping Muzan's face in his hands. "Don't you feel any different after that? Didn't it help you with your bratting problem? Hmm?"

Muzan pouted. "Whatever," he huffed as Michikatsu helped him put his clothes. on. "Carry me," he demanded. Michikatsu chuckled darkly before carrying Muzan over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Such an obedient little thing aren't we?" he teased, walking towards the door. "Let's go see how well you do without my supervision shall we?"

Muzan huffed. "I'm not a damn dog," he scowled. "And don't carry me like this! It's embarrassing!" he scoffed as he tried to get out of Michikatsu's grip. "Oh, is that so?" Michikatsu asked mockingly, tightening his hold around Muzan. "Well let me just make sure of that," he threatened, pulling him closer until they were almost nose to nose. "How about I show you exactly who you're dealing with?"

Muzan flinched. "Okay okay! Sorry!" he hissed, gulping. "Good boy," he cooed sarcastically, releasing Muzan from his grasp and setting him down gently on the floor. "Now, I have a business meeting. I will allow you to buy clothes, and whatever you want. But..." he trailed off.

"But?" Muzan raised an eyebrow, already waiting for Michikatsu's credit card. "I will be tracking your spending," he continued, holding his hand out. "Give me your phone."

Muzan raised an eyebrow. "What? What do you mean by that?" he put his hand on his hip. He smirked. "It means I'll know where every penny goes." He took Muzan's phone and held it up between them. "This isn't much fun if you keep running yourself ragged, now is it?" he smiled mischievously.

He grinned widely at Muzan's concession. "That was easy," he said smugly, scrolling through Muzan's social media accounts. "Look at these pictures! You really are quite the slutty guy aren't you?" he laughed cruelly. He then did something so he could see what Muzan would spend.

Muzan huffed and snatched his phone back. "So? I can do whatever I want," he huffed and looked through his phone. "What's the max amount I have each day? he raised an eyebrow.

"Don't test me, Muzan," he warned. "The max amount you have each day is 775 980 yen. Any extra expenses will have to be approved by me first. And what happens if you spend it all before the day is over?" he smirked. Muzan groaned. "Then I won't have any money left," he mocked and rolled his eyes.

"Exactly," he smiled, satisfied with his response. "And remember, if you keep spending like this, I'll have to cut back your allowance. Deal?" Muzan huffed. "Fine," he hissed and turned around. "I'm going shopping," he stated and motioned bodyguards to follow him.

He chuckled as he watched Muzan leave. "Such a spoiled brat," he muttered under his breath. "But...he does look good when he gets angry." he thought to himself. As soon as Muzan had left, he called one of his employees to take care of Muzan's account.

Muzan had went shopping, as Michikatsu checked it, he was quite surprised on what Muzan had bought. "I was right about him being a slut," he muttered and rolled his eyes, scrolling through Muzan's purchases. "He bought a bunch of expensive clothes, and toys," he chuckled, impressed with Muzan's taste. "I'm curious to see how he's gonna look when he shows them off..."

Hours later, Muzan was back home. "I'm back," he hummed as he walked towards Michikatsu's office. He smirked and put Michikatsu's work away and sat on the desk. "I bet you got yourself some new outfits and stuff huh?" he said in a mocking tone. "Did you get everything you wanted?" he teased, raising an eyebrow at Muzan.

"Mhm, but I'd like more money," he hummed softly. He sighed heavily. "Muzan, we've been over this a million times. You already have more money than you know what to do with. Do you really need more?" he questioned, getting annoyed.

"Yes, I do, because unlike you I don't have to sit in a boring office for hours on end," he smirked. "And unlike me, you don't have to bother with keeping the whole company afloat," he shot back. "I have responsibilities, Muzan. And that's why I can't give you every single thing you ask for."

Muzan huffed and pouted. "So? I please you with my body, don't I? So I deserve to be spoiled," he rolled his eyes. "That's your logic? That just makes no sense," he scoffed. "What if I want something else other than sex? What then?" he questioned, crossing his arms across his chest.

Muzan raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you want?" He hummed as he crossed his legs. "I want you to be more than just a toy," he responded quietly, his voice cracking slightly. "I want you to care about more than just having fun. I want you to be more responsible and mature. I want you to be my partner, not just a possession."

Muzan rolled his eyes. "Then what do you want me to do all day? Cook or something?" he mocked. "No, but it'd be nice if you put some effort into something other than your appearance for once," he gritted his teeth. "I want you to be interested in something other than shopping and partying all the time. I want to have intellectual conversations with you, or at least some form of stimulation other than just physical."

Muzan raised a brow. "Stimulation? What do you mean by "some forl of stimulation other than just physical"?"  Michikatsu sighed. "You know what I mean," he muttered, feeling himself blush. "I just want...something more than just sex."

Muzan tilted his head. "What is it, then?" He swallowed hard before speaking again. "Just...more than just fucking. I want us to actually connect on an emotional level too. Not only physically, but emotionally." He looked away shyly. "Please, Muzan..." he begged softly. "...please let me show you how much I love you."

"Oh," Muzan said simply. "I see," he hummed. He watched Muzan carefully, not sure what to expect. "You could've said that earlier," he hummed and sat on Michikatsu's lap. "I'll stay here as you work."

He chuckled weakly. "Thanks, baby," he whispered, wrapping his arm around him. Muzan hummed and nuzzled in Michikatsu's neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Muzan," he smiled as he kissed the side of his head. "Thank you for listening to me." He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax in the warmth of Muzan's embrace.

A/N: I'm gay.

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