Sin.

The ultimate temptress of mortals. The manifestation of human greed and desire. That which demands repentance and atonement for fear of eternal damnation. It is hinged on the human condition that death is inevitable.

Mortals are easily persuaded by morals and ideology if it means life after death in a paradise that is not guaranteed. Humans create false narratives to exercise the sick satisfaction of controlling one other. When all is said and done, the real struggle is for power—namely the power to control fate itself.

For those who are destined to roam the world with no such motives, imprisoned in an earthly purgatory, sin and salvation are laughable notions.

There is no reason to live, for you cannot die; Sin knows no bounds and comes with no price.

“The sooner you accept this, the better,” Kunikuzushi laments, his face just inches from yours. The bewitching twinkle in his lavender irises has remained all these centuries, a cruel illusion masking the abyss beneath. “Nothing you say will change my decision.”

You were really quite the picture, if he was being honest, all tied up for him. Kunikuzushi loathed that just the sight of you was enough to make the void in his chest cavity ache with longing. A reminder of his imperfection.

Anyone else would have died a violent death for such a transgression. But you presented a unique opportunity.

“Kuni, please,” you whimpered, your pleas falling on deaf ears. On the contrary, he loves hearing your voice, especially when you beg so earnestly. “I-I don’t know what I did wrong… I’m scared. Please, let me go…”

The puppet hushes you lovingly, his lips brushing against your delicate skin toward your ear. “Hey, now. There’s no need for that. You’re safe with me, little songbird.”

You flinch, gasping and recoiling in fear, turning your head away defiantly. It’s not like you could push him away, your little limbs bound to a tall column in the kitchen nice and tight. Hot tears pricked at your eyes. It burns like hell.

“Untie me, Kuni!” you shrieked, squirming and struggling against the binds to no avail.

He snatches your face firmly between his thumb and two fingers, squishing your cheeks to the point you felt pressure on your skull. “Ungrateful slut. Didn’t I explain this to you already? Your heart beats for me from this day forward.”

Frozen in shock, your body stiffens involuntarily as fear floods your veins, rendering you utterly helpless. Even as he gazed upon you with an icy, detached stare, you couldn’t find it within yourself to fault Kuni for this act of desperation. He could never make sense of himself and the pain that came with betrayal after betrayal.

Why even try to embrace humanity if it would mercilessly punish you for not having a heart?

You still remember the day you found him, it was but a coincidence you both crossed paths. Kuni was a wandering traveler, or at least that’s how he introduced himself. He seemed kind enough. You were particularly taken by his appearance, so lovely it was almost inhuman.

It just so happened that you were willing to offer him a place to stay. It took a bit of convincing on your part, actually, but you were worried about the string of murders near your village recently. Someone must have had an insatiable vendetta against the blade-smithing arts, striking them down one by one.

A small knowing smile pulled at his lips, his eyes creasing slightly with amusement as he marveled at how you opened yourself up so easily. This was the first time he had talked to a human in who knows how long. Perhaps since the young boy’s passing many dreadful seasons ago.

Kuni found the void in his chest persuading him to entertain his curiosity about you.

He had to admit, once you both got to know each other, it was quite the impeccable arrangement. During the day, you provided the kind of mundane tranquility and domesticity he had always dreamed of. Thankfully, your residence was in a rural part of the countryside, which offered much appreciated security and seclusion from the world.

Once you were safely tucked into bed and sound asleep, he would lie restlessly in the guest room. Puppets have no need for sleep. On some lonely moonlit nights, he would entertain his own fantasies of you. In the absence of such desires, he was compelled to satisfy his blood thirst.

Though Kuni had long forsaken the human emotions that afflicted his existence with disappointment and abandonment, his burgeoning relationship with you had quickly proven to be the last remaining vestige of his innocent supplication for a purpose.

In fact, he demanded it, after witnessing you day in and day out slipping from his grasp. He was growing impatient, waiting for something more. You had always stopped short of taking a little leap of faith to hold his hand or kiss his forehead, leaving him yearning for your touch and attention. Why?

Even in your presence, he was not alleviated of his turmoil. A number of possibilities plagued him. Were you dissuaded by his artificial constitution? Did he make a fatal miscalculation? God forbid, was there someone else?

No matter how many times he twisted, folded, and bent reality in his mind, trying to make sense of you, he never came to an agreeable conclusion. By the time Kuni realized just how deep you had nestled yourself into the empty husk of his heart, it was too late for the both of you.

All of this mental anguish and pining was unbearable. Unacceptable. He loved you, yes, but needed you more.

The puppet’s chest fluttered as you willingly complied, tears staining your cheeks, but that’s okay. His soft pink lips brushed against your cheek once more, kissing away your precious tears. It was his first taste of you.

Kuni cradled you in his palms like a delicate doll, his thumbs ghosting your cheeks. He leaned in closer, indigo bangs tickling your face and his mouth parted with a breathless question. “Is your heart… truly mine?”

He had broken you, and you had no choice but to nod slowly.

“Say it for me, little songbird,” he encourages you with a warm intonation. His eyes were trained on your lips.

“I-I’m yours,” you replied weakly.

No sooner than you could speak were his plush lips pressed to yours, a breathy hum of relief exhaling through his nose. In turn, you muffled a whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation. He had untied you, knowing you couldn’t hurt him but he could certainly hurt you.

Kuni was gentle at first, relishing in his first kiss with you. He carefully took your wrists to guide your hands to his body, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against him. Still, you trembled in his grasp.

“There’s no need to fear,” he whispers between kisses, holding your face to his. “I will take care of you.”

He can’t bear to leave your lips. Guiding you towards him, he leans against the kitchen counter and tucks a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. A small prayer barely escapes his lips. “(Y/N), hold me… touch me… please.”

“Kuni,” you choke out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes again. You are silenced with increasingly fervent kisses, one of his hands trailing down to your neck just by his fingertips, giving you goosebumps in the wake of his featherlight touch.

“You are going to give yourself to me. Your heart is my heart, and I will not have you hiding any part of yourself from me,” his voice grows a bit more insistent, closing his fingers around your throat as a threat, but not yet squeezing. “Do you understand?”

You give a feeble nod, unable to look at him directly. Every time your gaze locked with his, it sent a pang of terror jolting through your fragile body. He brings you closer by your neck, kissing you with more confidence than before. There is a little part of you that is worried you are unable to discern fear from excitement.

The puppet lets his hand slip further, fingertips finding the contour of your chest. He hesitates briefly, then allows his palm to feel your plump breast. The act was enough to elicit a little whine from you, and he knew right then and there that he had to hear it again.

“Do you… have any inclination of how long I waited for you?” he whispers hotly onto your lips, feeling down your waist at an excruciatingly slow pace. He smoothed each wrinkle of your dress with his thumb, tracing the silhouette of your figure down until he felt the hem of your underwear through the thin fabric. His breath caught.

You were still not as receptive to his advances as he would like, and suddenly he scoops you up to hook your legs around his hips, pressing your back against the nearest wall in the hallway. Kuni was beginning to reveal his desperation for you in more ways than one, breathing a little heavier. He was determined to have you submit to him and if you weren’t responsive to his soft side, then so be it.

“Answer me,” Kuni lowers his voice with a commanding edge, his lips just inches from your neck while his messy indigo bangs tickled your jaw. You whimpered, involuntarily moving your hips against him at the mere thought of his mouth on you.

At long last, you found your voice—delicate and decadent with a tinge of spine-prickling anticipation. Perhaps you had lost part of yourself, your humanity, in him too. “H-how long, Kuni?”

You shivered slightly, feeling his mouth spread into a satisfied smile against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice deepens further, sultry and needy, “Lifetimes… I’ve been so goddamn purposeless for too many fucking lifetimes, just waiting for you.”

Without warning, the touch-starved puppet sunk his teeth into the crevice of your shoulder at the base of your throat, sucking at the weak spot to bruise the skin with his mark. A surprised yelp fell from your mouth, and you so nicely turned your head to offer him more. He clutched your curves tightly, as if he was secretly wishing your bodies would just melt into each other.

Ba-dum… ba-dum… ba-dum…

Your precious heartbeat echoed through his chambers of his chest. Kuni craved that little pulse of yours, chasing it up your neck in heated, sloppy kisses. All the while, you encouraged him with sweet little sounds of pleasure, softly asking for more under your breath.

“It’s mine,” he reiterated, perhaps to help immortalize the sensation against his lips. With a faint growl and yet another love bite, he added, “You’re fucking mine, you hear me?”

If only he could be bothered to pull back and catch a glimpse of how the puppet had unraveled you beyond recognition, equally as intoxicated by the heat of the moment. No matter. He will have his fill of you in due time.

“Y-yours, mhmm,” you capture his wet lips halfway, experimentally swirling your tongue with his passionately. You were clinging onto his shoulders, entangling your fingers in the soft ends of his pretty hair resting on the back of his neck.

With a faint moan against your mouth, Kuni lifted you once more by slipping his hands under your dress to feel his digits press into the soft flesh of your ass. It was light work to carry you, giving him the opportunity to squeeze and smack your ass with a smirk.

Slipping into your bedroom, he set you down and turned you around by your hips so that you were facing the tall mirror just a few feet away from the mattress. He leans over your shoulder from behind and you blush heavily at the image reflected by the mirror. Both of his beautiful hands traveled up your body simultaneously, one feeling your stomach, ribs, breast, and resting around the bottom of your throat.

The other, however, caught the frilly ends of your dress, sliding it up your skin at a painstakingly slow rate. Kuni’s violet irises shimmered with obsessive desire, admiring every inch of your body that was exposed to him. He bunches the dress in his fist as he raises it above your hips, revealing the most angelic lacy undergarments accented with cute little ballerina pink ribbons. Kuni chuckled, his breath tickling your neck.

“Do me a favor, darling,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing it lightly. He takes his time to unveil your breasts, each one perfectly shaped with lovely nipples begging to be pinched. “Open your mouth.”

You comply, watching yourself in the mirror with curious fascination, before Kuni stuffs the thin, light fabric of your dress into your mouth. He nibbles your ear playfully. “Hold that for me.”

His eyes marvel at your body. If you told him you were a goddess, he would believe you without hesitation. Divine or not, the puppet was hell-bent on worshipping you like he had been dreaming of. Kuni played with the intricate lace of your snow white lingerie, his thumb brushing your pelvis teasingly.

Instead, he takes two fingers and caresses your folds outside of the undergarment, pleased to feel your panties dampened with excitement. You quiver at the touch, moaning faintly. Kuni is enthralled by the sweet noise, taking the tiny lingerie by his thumbs and sweeping it down your pretty legs.

He immediately sits down on the edge of the bed, quickly pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs apart with his knees. There it was in the mirror. Your glistening flower framed with the loveliest soft petals.

Kuni couldn’t possibly restrain himself when you were presented so exquisitely, wasting no time to slide his fingers over your pussy. You groaned in pleasure, muffled by the dress in your mouth, relaxing against his chest as the puppet focused on rubbing circles around your clit. He kissed your neck and shoulders endlessly, admiring your reactions in the mirror and whispering lowly, “So good for me. So, so good for me, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

Your thighs trembled. You desperately wanted to close your legs as his movements became faster on your clit, the stimulation swiftly overcoming you. Breathy moans soon evolved into incoherent pleas. Kuni held you steadfast with his legs, keeping you spread all nice, admiring how you twitched beneath him.

“What did I tell you?” his tone is one of warning, groping your right breast and littering your skin with a few more marks. “There are consequences to hiding yourself from me.”

The puppet suddenly swipes his middle finger over your leaking hole—causing you to moan lewdly—before slapping your pussy. It was a light but firm slap, sending an addicting concoction of both pain and pleasure through you.

After a brief moment, he returns to your folds to trace and admire it, then continuing his ministrations on your clit. Occasionally Kuni would let a finger slip to tease your entrance, finding that it drove you crazy.

“P-please, please, Kuni,” your words quivered like your body, bending easily to the pleasure he was so kindly bestowing you. It had to have been the hundredth small cry for relief tumbling from your throat, you were on the precipice of your climax. “I-I need it. Something, anything… fuck me.”

“You better not cum on my fingers,” the puppet orders, gathering your slick and gently inserting two fingers into your warm walls. You whined in frustrated pleasure as he stretched you slightly, pumping his digits in and out of you barely an inch but keeping you stuffed.

“I c-can’t, I’m…” you babble. Kuni knew you were on the brink already, but he wanted to at least try to prepare you for his cock. He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and with it escapes your climax. Tears were almost pricking your eyes. You could definitely feel them beneath the surface.

He slaps your pussy again as punishment for not listening to his commands. “Greedy sluts are not rewarded.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble and he grunts, pushing you off of him and to your knees in front of the bed. Kuni makes quick work of his clothes, tossing his shirt aside and pulling his pants down enough to spring his throbbing cock free. You had certainly felt his hard length while you were in his lap, but seeing it rendered you speechless.

No different from the rest of the puppet’s beautiful body, Kuni’s cock was perfect. A few veins wrapped around his hard member, bulging under the flesh. Towards the tip, it was gradually flushed pink with hot need, a pearl of precum on his slit. You took him in your hand, butterflies swarming your stomach with the realization that he had more girth than you expected.

Kuni grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved your face toward his cock with a simple demand. “Suck.”

You experimentally drag your tongue underneath his cock, licking your lips, and working your mouth on his tip to lubricate him first. Kuni’s eyes roll in the back of his head, resting one hand behind him on the bed as he moans deeply. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

The sensation of you smiling with his cock in your mouth sent warmth through him. You eagerly fit more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue just the way he likes it when you received praise. Yet, Kuni needed more.

“You can do better than that,” he scoffed.

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing your throat completely down on his cock just to feel it once. The puppet twitched in your throat, letting out a seductive growl of pleasure. You gagged slightly, before pulling back with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. You coughed a little, but he cupped your chin and wiped it from your mouth sweetly.

“That’s my girl,” Kuni coos, guiding you up on the bed next to him and pushing you down onto your back. As much as he’d love to see you taking him in your mouth all evening, he had a prize more tantalizing waiting for him. Clothes on the floor, moonlight pouring over you both, the puppet vowed to never forget how you mewled as he dragged the pulsing tip of his cock along your wet folds.

Gasping, you achingly bucked your hips in tandem, utterly drunk on the delicious sensation of his thick length parting your pussy lips. You loved to be teased, that much was for sure and Kuni ate it up—the desperate crinkle of your brow in pleasure and how your breath became short.

He presses his tip at your warm hole, but never pushes it in.

You groan dramatically, sweat already forming on your forehead and you haven’t even began. Every bit of pressure he applies has you smitten, imagining the moment he finally fills you. “K-Kuni…”

The smug puppet smirks down at you knowingly, grinding his cock against you repeatedly, rubbing your clit just right. “Yes, my little songbird? Have something to say?”

Before you can speak, he kisses you to muffle your answer. You grow even more impatient, using your legs to keep his hips locked close to yours. Kuni peppers your jawline and neck with kisses and little playful licks of his tongue. “I’m listening.”

“Please,” you beg.

Kuni’s tone is unreadable. “Please what? Use your words.”

You give him a flustered look of desperation and he pins your hands on either side of your head, interlacing your fingers with his. You reply, biting your lower lip, “Fuck m-me, Kuni.”

A smile graces his face and his eyes soften, thumbs caressing your hand comfortingly to brace you for his length. “Is this… your first time, (Y/N)?”

Though you were a shy and kindhearted person, he should’ve known from the way you deepthroated his cock earlier that it wasn’t your first. He wasn’t your first. That means someone else was. Someone else defiled you.

Kuni’s electric purple eyes darkened like an impending storm as you shook your head.

“Indulge me,” the puppet asks. “What other men have been in my position?”

You are not in the right state of mind, still insatiably yearning for your climax and grinding your wet folds on his length. However, Kuni doesn’t accept your nonsensical mumblings and half-answers. His hands tighten around yours, pushing his cock into you with a guttural moan inch by inch until he bottoms out completely.

“Oh my fucking god,” you sputter out, sighing in sweet relief and a bit of pain. Your pussy is filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out good. You try to turn your head away and close your eyes, but Kuni refuses to let you.

“That’s right,” Kuni’s voice is nothing short of alluring in the most raw way possible. “Treat me like your god and fucking look at me while you take my cock.”

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t also utterly euphoric as he sinks his large member into your tight walls. Gritting his teeth, he’s taken aback by how you squeeze him unknowingly, even your subconscious is unable to deny the pleasure he’s giving you. It took you a few seconds to adjust to his girth, your eyes drifting down his muscular chest and toned abdomen in admiration.

With the first drag of his cock out of you to his tip, hushed hum of pleasures are murmured by each of you, until he buries himself all the way back into you. Kuni continues in this rhythm with a few thrusts, unable to his stifle his own moans. He was no better, his climax already building within.

Pulling back, the puppet releases your hands to push your legs against your chest by your thighs to get just the right angle and perfect view of your folds. He hovers above you, fucking just his hot bulbous tip into your needy hole. In mere seconds, you cursed to yourself at how good it felt when he brushed against your sensitive entrance.

Your clit pulsated for attention. How could he not press his palm onto your pelvis and drag his thumb across the slightly swollen bud? His half-thrusts became shakier as you unexpectedly tightened around his cock—moans freely and loudly erupting from your throat. The feeling was beyond exhilarating and convinced him to push you to your limits.

“You think I’m going to let any other man put his hands on you like this?” Kuni sneers with jealous envy reflecting in his irises. “I’ll fucking snap his neck. I’d kill him.”

Impulsively, the obsessed puppet roughly plunges his entire cock into your soft pussy. He relishes in your loud moan of shock at the pleasure and slight discomfort in splitting you wide open. His cock pushes against that wonderful spot deep inside you, incredibly sensitive after all his torturous teasing. You were seeing more than stars.

“I bet they couldn’t fuck you like I can,” he scoffs, possessively pulling your closer by your legs and holding your ankles on his shoulders as he fucks you mercilessly. “Make you scream like I can. And—nghh—breed you.”

You were finer than a work of art, truly, in all your fucked-out glory as you chase your high on his thick cock. His thumb flitting over your clit messily, primal groans of bliss echoing throughout the bedroom at every divine flutter of your pussy milking his cock so well. Your words were simply unintelligible, mumbling breathy prayers wishing for his seed.

“No one can take you away from me,” Kuni himself is beginning to tremble with pleasure, but nevertheless he keeps up his brutal pace. Every crevice of your walls and your womb will know his essence. “You’re mine, and I’ll burn the whole damn world for you if that’s what it takes.”

In a rush of jealous envy at the mere thought of losing you, the puppet abruptly pushes your legs back onto your beautiful breasts by his chest. The erotic melody of your fluids coating the base of his cock and v-line with every sloppy thrust pushes you both over the edge of an impossible free fall of euphoria.

“Cum on me, (Y/N). C’mon, cum all over my fucking cock,” Kuni demands with salacious desperation, pounding into you again and again until you’ve ridden out every second of your climax. The sensation is indescribable as he swears he could feel your rapid heartbeat through your walls—your heartbeat in his hands like he’s the supreme god of your body.

And as such, he blesses you with ropes of hot cum to drown your pussy in his everlasting love. Kuni collapses and cradles you, wiping the tears of pleasure from your sweet, angelic cheeks.

Righteousness means nothing to gods, for whom salvation is too late and sin knows no price.

You didn’t remember anything about your life as a human. All you knew now was to hunt and kill demon slayers, under the orders of Muzan Kibutsuji. He had high hopes for you, something you didn’t quite understand and you certainly didn’t like the pressure it made you feel. He still hadn’t prompted you to a higher rank, leaving you to sit at lower 1 for what felt like an eternity.

Now, here you were wandering a snowy forest alone. “As if anyone would be stupid enough to be out here.” Your eyes scammed the snow covered foliage and sighed, at least you couldn’t feel the cold. Muzan had promised to promote you to upper 6 so long as you defeated the Hashira stationed in this section. Ever since Daki and Gyutaro had died, the spot was open and practically calling your name.

“That man sent me on a wild chase. I don’t think a single demon slayer has even reached this area.” Your sandals crunched into the snow, leaving a trail of footprints behind you. The most annoying part of the whole thing was the fact that your hakama was getting damp from the snow. Compared to the other demon’s in your ranks, you were pretty covered. Your nose scrunched at the idea of wearing something as revealing as Daki had. You still weren’t sure how she managed to walk around like that without a single care…then again you doubt she had any insecurities.

You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of snow crunching. Well that certainly isn’t me. Your eyes scanned the seemingly empty forest, you’d see them before they saw you. Your eyes widened in realization that there was, in fact, a Hashira roaming this section as part of their duties. It was one thing to go up against a demon slayer at your level, usually you wouldn’t be phased. Hashira, however, opened up a world of challenges. You decided it would be best to try and understand your opponent before heading in with no preparation.

Muzan didn’t exactly tell you who the Hashira was or what their breathing style was. None of that ever truly mattered to the demon king, so as long as they were dead he was somewhat satisfied. Though… nothing truly satisfied that man either. You leapt upwards, landing on a low tree branch to stalk your prey. The white sleeves of your kimono rustle in the breeze, your black hakama along with it. You concluded that it was a man when he finally got close enough, dark hair tied back in a ponytail with a half maroon half green and yellow patterned haori. How odd.

“You can certainly see me, just as I can see you.” Your body stiffened slightly, part of your demon arts was the ability to cloak your whereabouts. He must be the Hashira, there is no way a demon slayer of lower ranks could have discovered me that easily. You decided to play along, dropping from the branch and landing in the snow yet again. “I’m rather impressed you were able to detect me so quick.” Giyu was taken back by your appearance. Had it not been for your glowing eyes with lower one etched into them, he would have assumed you were a normal woman. His eyes trailed over you, you’d be the perfect choice for the experiments Kocho was telling him about.

“You what?” Giyu’s eyes followed the petite woman, watching her stir around some test tubes. “I’d like to figure out if there are any other ways demons reproduce.” He couldn’t believe those words had actually left her lips. “What does that have to do with me?” Shinobu set down her vials with an annoyed sigh. “Does it look like I have the ability to get someone pregnant?” So she was actually serious. When Giyu didn’t say anything, she continued.

“I’d like you to capture a demon, Tomioka. That way I can conduct some experiments on them. Though, I'm sure you have no interest in having intercourse with them. Since that is likely the case, I’ll need a sample of your semen. That way I can try to inseminate them myself.” Giyu actually had to take a seat after that, slightly embarrassed that the idea was causing his dick to twitch. “So? Will you help me?” Shinobu looked him dead in the eye now. “Yeah, I’ll help.”

“Why are you just standing there? I’m talking to you.” You didn’t know whether or not to put your guard up. He was a Hashira, naturally you should, but something about his aura was keeping you in place. “Are you really lower rank one?” Naturally this would be an easy kill for Giyu, but he could already sense that you would make the perfect candidate…he needed you alive. “No, I stole their eyes for shits and giggles. Yes I’m lower rank one.” Why the hell wasn’t he trying to attack you? You decided you’d initiate the battle yourself, not wanting to play around.

Your demon blood art was similar to the blood art of both Upper 3 and Upper 2, it was related to ice. Of course you had a few more tricks up your sleeve, like the ability to cloak your location. “Stop being fucking weird, you’re a Hashira aren’t you?” You got into a fighting stance, your promotion to Upper 6 was sitting right in front of you. Maybe Muzan would even grace you with more of his blood, maybe then you’d stop looking the way you did as a human. “How am I being weird?”

“You aren’t even drawing your blade!” You were already annoyed by the man’s aloof attitude. “I don’t intend to.” You felt a vein in your temple begin to throb out of pure annoyance. Instead of amusing him with more conversation, you charged forward. This was your first time going up against a Hashira, normally you wouldn’t lose your temper. The man before you dodged your attacks easily, you decided you wouldn’t use any blood art until the man revealed his breathing style.

“What is your deal!” You threw punch after punch yet he wasn’t even slightly phased. If anything it was becoming quite unsettling that the man was so reserved. You decided to start throwing kicks instead, hakama fluttering in the wind as each kick landed. Still, he was silent. “You’re freaking me out. Say something!” It wasn’t like you to lose your composure, never mind your anger. All you did was blink and he completely vanished from in front of you.

What the fuck?

Your head whipped around, you knew he had moved behind you but it was still jarring. “So this is the speed of a Hashira? What is your name?” You leapt back a few feet, just outside of his attack range. “Tomioka.” Your eyebrow raised, head tilting slightly “just Tomioka?” You assumed it was his surname. “That isn’t anything you need to know.” He still hadn’t drawn his blade. “Why haven’t you done anything yet?

You’re staring at me like a creep!” Maybe that was his plan all along, infuriating you until you threw a tantrum and taking your head off when you were too distracted.

“I don’t intend on killing you.” You rolled your eyes, if he was attempting to win your trust that surely wasn’t the way to do it. “You don’t intend to? You said that already.” You were about to take off in the other direction, there was no point wasting your time with him. Then again if you didn’t complete the mission or at least die trying, Muzan would surely kill you anyways. You decided to try again, still not using your blood art to attack. “Are you not trying to kill me? You haven’t used anything but your body.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass you know. Do something.” You’d come to quickly regret those words, the man before you moved at the same inhuman speed he did the first time. You weren’t even exactly sure how you let it happen, but you were flat on your back in the snow. “Is that something?” He was hovering over you now, leaving you to stare up at him stunned. “There is no way you are lower one, you’re rather weak. You’ll suffice nonetheless.” Before you could even say something back, his hand hit the side of your neck, effectively knocking you out.

Your eyes opened slowly to a dark room. “My my, you’re awake!” You went to move your arms, surprised to feel something tug them back down. As you adjusted you realized there was a woman sitting beside you. The more you woke up the more aware you became, your arms were tied to the bedpost. You stared at her for a moment, round purple eyes bore into your own. She was pretty and smelt like a floral perfume, one that made your nose twitch. Wisteria.

You remained silent, eyes travelling around the room you were in as you struggled to recall how you landed here to begin with. You jumped slightly as you landed on him, the same man from the forest. “So you kidnapped me?” He said nothing in return, the woman beside you spoke up. “He did, Tomioka did me a favor” you could already tell by the way she presented herself. She was also a Hashira. “A favor? For what exactly?” You pulled yourself up slowly, the rope tied around your wrists gave you just enough wiggle room to support yourself.

You could tell they had no intention of killing you, they would have done so already. “I plan on experimenting on you dear. Don’t be alarmed, it’s nothing that will hurt you.” Your brow raised, if you really wanted to you could easily break the restraints. Then again there were no windows in this room, only lantern light filled the room. You had no idea what time it was, if you even managed to escape you could be running straight into daylight. “You want to experiment on me? What kind of experiments?” The man you knew as Tomioka was still silent, letting the woman beside you explain.

“Well, I want to see how demons reproduce. What kind of offspring they’d have…” you looked at her and tried not to laugh. “Demon’s are sterile.” At least that’s what Muzan had said, you never had an interest to try and figure out if it was true or not. “Is that so? I find that hard to believe.” Her cheek rested on her fist now, legs crossing to support herself. You weren’t exactly sure how to proceed, you were basing your beliefs solely on Muzan’s word. For however long you had been a demon, that was all that mattered. “I haven’t tried out the theory myself, whatever he says…I follow.” You knew they were aware of your master’s name but you didn’t dare utter it out loud.

“Oh! So would you be willing to test the theory out?” Shinobu seemed intrigued by the fact that you weren’t fighting, if anything you seemed to be curious of the answer yourself. “I’d rather not.” You could see her deflate, panic spiking in your nerves. “I believe my master’s word. I have no reason to satisfy your sick curiosity.” You watched a sadistic look spread across her face, even as a demon you still felt a twinge of fear. “Who said you had a choice?” Your mouth opened and closed, slightly offended that she clearly thought so little of you. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You made no move to tug at your restraints.

“I’m a Hashira, though I'm sure you know that by now. You may have the title of lower one, but clearly you don’t have much fight in you. Though I guess that’s because you know you are outnumbered. Even in the scenario where you were able to escape, you don’t know what time it is. You may somehow overpower us, but you could be running into direct sunlight. Even then, if it’s not daytime, you would certainly run into other demon slayers on your way out. You have no choice but to sit here and let this happen. But like I said, it’s not going to hurt you. I think you’ll enjoy it.” She wore the smile of a woman who knew she won.

“So you’re going to have someone fuck me to see if I get pregnant?” You had to be dreaming, there was no way you had actually gotten yourself stuck in this situation. “Precisely, that someone being Tomioka. I offered to just use his sperm to inseminate you…but he seems to want to do it himself.” She stood up from her stool, walking over to a desk on the opposite side of the room. In the meantime, Giyu was making his way over to you. “So you’re going to fuck me?” You were slightly amused by the blush on his stoic face.

“Though I really shouldn’t be okay with this, you’re cute so I don’t mind.” A sly grin spread across your cheeks, at least you’d get a good time out of this bizarre experience. You took in the sight of the dark haired man for the first time in better lighting. Nearly porcelain skin stretched over his body, dark circles hung under his blue eyes. The dark hair turned out to be as black as ink even under the golden lantern light. He was beautiful in your eyes, now that you could truly appreciate him. He took a seat beside your bed, head downcast as if he was too shy to meet your eyes just yet.

“I won’t bite you know.” You leaned slightly, tilting your head in hopes of meeting his eyes. “I doubt that.” His head tilted slightly, looking at you through his bangs. He looked predatory, as if he were looking at his prey. “You aren’t some quiet man, are you Tomioka.” You finally felt some excitement course through you, the feeling making your thighs squeeze together. “You…took off my pants?” You finally realized you were in nothing but your kimono, one that was retied half heartedly at that.

“I had to do an examination, make sure you were in good health.” You watched the woman walk back over to you both, eyes trailing over you and then the man beside you. “When can I start, Kocho?” You realized she was holding a scalpel, handing it over to Tomioka as if she were simply sharing a cigarette. “Impatient? I’m not done talking with them yet.” The woman - you now know as Kocho - seemed a bit irritated. “What else could you possibly have to say? You told them what the end goal is, let me do my part.” It was becoming quite entertaining to you that he was so eager to get his dick wet.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept with someone. Of course Upper 2 always offered, but you were never quite interested in his poorly planned advances. Tomioka on the other hand was piquing your interest, sparking a desire you hadn’t felt in what you could assume was decades. “Fine, I guess it’s no fun for them if I tell them everything we’ve planned.” Her voice was as sweet as honey, so much so that you were beginning to forget you were technically in danger. He stood, the half and half haori slipping off his shoulders and tossed to the floor somewhere behind him.

You watched long, nimble fingers easily undo the buttons holding his uniform top together. The second his skin was revealed to you, you felt your mouth begin to water. You expected him to be slim with a little bit of muscle, what you didn’t expect was the clear, well defined muscles that covered his whole torso. “I certainly didn’t expect that to be hiding under there.” You shamelessly admired the hashira. Taking in every dip and curve of his muscles all the way down the v-line that disappeared under the waist of his pants. The part that really got you was the thin trail of dark hair that continued underneath, as if it were teasing you.

He glanced at you, the same stoic look on his face. Part of you questioned if you broke the restraints…would they kill you instantly? You were aching to touch him, and for once that ache had nothing to do with your hunger. “It’s surprising isn’t it.” Kocho was picking up the clothes he carelessly discarded, folding them neatly and setting them aside. Tomioka on the other hand remained silent, eyes focused on yours. You weren’t even acknowledging him at this point, your eyes were more concerned with his hands. You watched each bone flex as he undid the loop in his belt, veins becoming more prominent as he did.

He threw that to the side as well, reaching over for the scalpel he had left on the small table next to the bed. “Do you really think this will do anything? It’s so small.” You huffed in annoyance, upset that he had stopped undressing. “Worry about that later, our subject is getting impatient.” Kocho had taken a seat on a stool across the room, pulling out paper to begin documenting what she witnessed. This time you looked up at him, meeting his eyes and sticking your tongue out between your teeth. You watched his eyes roll, slowly undoing the bottom of his pants. You squirmed on the bed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

He pushed the garment off, it seems the man was full of surprises because his underwear came off with it. You struggled to contain your gasp, eyes drinking in the sight of his dick as it stood proudly against his toned abdomen. He was large by your standards, at least eight inches in length if you had to guess. “My my Tomioka.” Kocho had a sly grin on her face, clearly not expecting the man to have that either. His eyes shot over to her and then back to you, as if he forgot she was in the room for a moment. “Well? Get on with it, pretty boy.” You stretched your arms as much as you could, trying to pull some of your kimono open.

You stopped dead when the scalpel he had been complaining about only a minute or two prior pierced your skin. “You don’t move until I say too.” The bed was dipping as Tomioka shifted more of his weight onto it. Your eyes trailed to where the scalpel stuck into your shoulder, an excited chill running through you. He pulled it out as quickly as he stuck it in, the wound healing before any blood could even leak from it. “Well your regeneration is certainly that of a lower rank.” He was pulling the sheets away now, revealing your disheveled state. “I want a bigger knife, Kocho.” You couldn’t even begin to fathom what he wanted to do with a larger knife.

“I thought this was just about trying to see how else demons can reproduce?” Your faces were inches apart, breaths mingling as he looked disappointed in the lack of blood on the small blade. “We’ll get to that.” You half expected him to kiss you, but instead the flat side of the scalpel was pressed to your bottom lip. “I wonder how quickly you could regenerate your tongue.” You studied his face, realizing that this man just may be a little crazier than you thought. “Just as quick as I could heal the arm wound, though me not having a tongue doesn’t seem all that fun for you.”

You dared to touch his face, the restraints allowing you just enough room to do so. You were slightly worried he would try and push you away, but to your surprise he welcomed the gentle scrape of your pointed nails. “You’ve already got me all hot n’ bothered you know. The strip tease was so hot.” That was the other part of your blood arts, the ability to seduce without fail. You could make it so your victims fall under your trance, honestly you think that’s why Muzan is so fond of you. But you could tell from the moment he began undressing, you already had him wrapped around your finger. No demon art needed.

“Do something…” you smiled at him, bringing your head closer until your lips nearly touched. He pulled the scalpel away completely, pressing it into the side of your cheek as he closed the distance. The pressure of the blade sliding down made your lips part, welcoming his eager tongue. You fell back willingly, which in turn caused the scalpel to slit your cheek open completely. You were still unaffected, the wound healing as quickly as it occurred. You decided to pay him back for his little antics, waiting until muscular thighs caged in your hips. You sunk your teeth into the plush of his bottom lip, sharp canines piercing them. You whined softly, the metallic taste of his blood coating your tongue.

“You two are taking things rather slow.” Kocho’s voice reached you, a sigh leaving your lips. “I know. He made such a show of undressing and isn’t doing anything to follow it up with.” You watched as he tossed the scalpel off to the side of the room, letting it clatter before looking back at you. “You’re annoying.” The blunt statement coming from a man like him actually made you gasp. He pushed back so he was sitting on the heels of his feet, letting you admire his naked form up close. “Go on.” He watched you, eyes trailing from his dick to you. “Oh?” You tilted your head, catching on to what he was implying but choosing to feign innocence. “I’m not going to touch you until you’ve at least shown me what you can do with your mouth. It’s not like you can use your hands.”

“Well I have one other place you can use that certainly isn’t my mouth or hands…but if you insist.” You wished you could adjust yourself , it was slightly awkward trying to wrap your mouth around him sitting in the position you were in. Yet you still managed, coaxing him forward just a bit so you had better reach. He watched with lidded eyes as your lips wrapped around his tip, the colors nearly blending together. “Of course you’d pick this position to do things, Tomioka.” Kocho had gotten out of her chair in annoyance, how was she supposed to observe if all she could see was his bare back? Neither of you paid her any mind, far too focused on each other to care.

You looked straight up at him, watching his face as you sunk even deeper on him. Your tongue slid across the underside of his shaft, heavy and twitching in the warm cavern of your mouth. You sunk a little deeper, jaw falling slack just enough to allow it. You could still taste the salty precum on your tongue, the sensation of it oozing down your throat was teasing. As if it were trying to quench the thirst you felt. “Do demons have gag reflexes?” Shinobu was eager to write something down, a sly smirk on her face as you seemed to catch on to what she wanted you to do.

Without a second of hesitation, you took him whole. Your nose brushed with the dark hair that resided on his pubic bone. You swallowed around him, throat constricting perfectly around his sensitive length. A shaky gasp left Tomioka’s lips, long fingers burying in your hair and holding you tightly. “I’ll take that as a no.” Kocho scribbled away, laughing to herself. You repeated the motion a few times, gooey cheeks squeezing him perfectly. “Mercy…” he croaked, cheeks scarlet as he loosened his grip. You swallowed one more time just to spite him before pulling off. “I barely did anything.” You wiped the spit from your lips with the back of your hand.

Tomioka didn’t speak again, warm fingers coming to tear the kimono open. Because of the restraints he couldn’t just pull it off of so he would have to settle for what he could get. Though by the look on his face, he didn’t seem all that bothered. “Are you going to fuck me now?” You tilted your head, bating your eyelashes as he pulled the rest of the sheets off, leaving you completely exposed. “No.” You tisked, becoming irritated by his one word responses. It’s not like you had the wiggle room to do anything to satisfy yourself. “Did you get a better knife, Kocho?” He was still damn persistent on that knife.

You didn’t hear her reply, only catching a glimpse of shining metal before you were pushed flat on your back. “Not bad.” He was staring at the hunting knife she had handed him, one that curved outwards creating an arch. Before you could properly register it, he used the blade to split your chest binding open. A thin trail of blood blossomed along your sternum, healing once again as quickly as it appeared. “Oh?” You felt no embarrassment as your breasts were fully exposed to his wanting eyes. Tomioka set the blade off to the side, fingers slowly tracing down your sternum. “Soft…” he didn’t seem to realize he said it out loud. Slowly his fingers began circling the plush skin, watching as goosebumps followed.

“So demons can still get goosebumps.” Kocho scribbled that down in her notes as well, watching the scene before her unfold. “Yes, we can. We can do a lot more, if Tomioka here would hurry.” Your eyes trailed over his frame, eyes landing on his irritated looking erection. A sticky substance was slowly oozing from the tip, teasing you once again. “Why are you so keen on rushing me? We have all the time in the world, baby.” You blinked at him, not uttering a word until he pinched your nipple between calloused fingers. He used your gasp as an opening, spitting directly into your mouth. A surprised gasped left Kocho, watching as you swallowed with no hesitation.

“We have all the time in the world, but I’d like to do something with it.” You didn’t miss a beat, watching as Tomioka’s brow began to twitch with annoyance. You watched as he placed the blade directly against your throat, pressing down so you could feel it. “Try and keep still.” He wore an evil looking smile as his mouth landed on your breast. Dull teeth sunk into tender flesh, making your back arch into his touch despite wanting to pull away. “I-ah-I’d be careful there, pretty boy… don’t want you turning into a demon…” his bite loosened right before breaking your skin. Tomioka continued his attack on your breasts, finally taking one of your perked nipples into his mouth. “I thought it was only your master that could make demons?”

You couldn’t be bothered to respond, not when his tongue was lavishing you. Breathy whines escaped regardless of your attempts to keep them in. Thankfully your restraints allowed you enough room to bury your fingers in his hair. You couldn’t put together any coherent thoughts, every movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to your clit. “Would a demon still be able to breastfeed?” His breath was hot, but against your wet skin it made you shiver. “If a demon can get pregnant, I don’t see why not.” You were getting agitated by the slow pace of everything. “You nearly came ten minutes ago. Can you fucking do something already! Or are you a fucking coward?” You could easily break the restraints, at this point you were tempted.

“Did you just call me a coward?”

The blade you had forgotten about dug deeper into your neck. You knew he wouldn’t kill you, but it still had you choking for breath. “And…what if I did? Do something … about it.” You couldn’t stand his agonizing pace. You relaxed when the blade was pulled from your neck, only to tense again when he trailed it down your sternum. This time it was deeper, just to satisfy him you held off on healing. The blade dragged down your stomach to your abdomen, stopping right before your cunt. “Are you going to taste her?” You began healing your wounds, blood desingrating as you did. “I’m down here, aren’t I?” So he was feisty when annoyed. You spread your legs before he could do it for you. “Ugh finally!” You began to laugh when his nails dug into the plush of your thighs.

You could hear the gentle scrap of Kocho’s pen, probably writing down who knows what about the scene she was observing. Tomioka on the other hand looked fascinated by what he was seeing. “What? Were you expecting to see tentacles or something?” You tried to keep a calm composure as his fingers spread you apart. “Maybe…” a calloused thumb brushed over your exposed clit, a whimper leaving your lips as you were finally receiving the attention you wanted. “It would certainly be interesting if you did.” His tongue glided across the junction where your thigh met your cunt, perfectly avoiding where you wanted to feel him.

“Oh c’mon!” Your legs thrashed slightly, you were in no mood to be teased anymore. “Watch your mouth. I may just have to revert back to my original idea of cutting off your tongue.” He moved so quickly you barely registered it, his tongue licked a fat stripe straight up your cunt. Sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh before using two fingers to spread you open for a second time. He didn’t bother holding back anymore, his tongue lavishing your pulsing clit in ways that made you dig your fingers into the sheets below you. “At least - ha - you’re g…good at this.” You hated how you stumbled over your words. Tomioka on the other hand was loving every second of it.

The aching feeling began building in your gut, a feeling that you didn’t even get when using your demon arts. Usually you only used it for drastic measures, when the prey you wanted was putting up a fight. You never actually got pleasure from it. “Like that…” you croaked, hands tugging against the restraints in an effort to hide your embarrassment. You forgot how much pleasure could be delivered with just a skilled tongue. His tongue was moving perfectly, your pleasure continued to build when he slipped two fingers past your entrance. A shocked gasp flew from your lips, long fingers not so gently scissoring you open. “How are you feeling?” Kocho’s voice caught you by surprise, her breath was fanning against your ear.

She was kneeling beside the bed, soft delicate fingers slowly massaging the flesh of your breast. You mumbled some sort of response, one neither you nor her understood. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She pinched your nipple, making your back arch further into Tomioka’s touch. “Where did you learn to do this? You made her a mess, Tomioka.” He didn’t answer, his fingers busy trying to find the spot that would have you screaming. “I bet she tastes sweet.” She was right against your ear again, studying your every movement. A hum of agreement rattled you, causing your thighs to twitch around his head.

You were close, walls fluttering around his prying fingers as he continued to stimulate your clit. Kocho on the other hand was busying herself with your breasts but going no further, as if she just wanted to watch from a closer angle. Finally, he found it, calloused fingers massaging your spongy walls and feeling you quiver. The halt in your breathing was all he needed for confirmation. Tomioka continued as he was, noting how close you were with the way you tightened around his fingers. Had his mouth not been full, he’d probably make a comment about how well you’d take his dick. “Oh? Are you about to cum?” Kocho watched you with curious eyes, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks as your high was held just out of reach.

“Mmmhmm…” you whined after, toes curling in effort to concentrate. Your entire body was tense, you were convinced your muscles would cramp if you didn’t fall over the edge soon. Lucky for you, Tomioka was feeling generous. The gentle scrape of his teeth against your clit paired with his fingers had you seeing stars within a few seconds. The pleasure was blinding, your nails tearing the sheets as he continued to work you through your orgasm. “My my Tomioka! If you don’t mind, tell me how she tasted.” You hadn’t even realized Kocho moved back to her stool, ready to write down whatever he had to say. “Sweet.”

You blinked, finally catching your breath enough to bark out a laugh. “Flatter me, pretty boy. Say I was as sweet as Sakura mochi or whatever it is you humans eat.” Tomioka got up slowly, crawling back to hover over you. “You don’t take long to bounce back…good to know.” You froze when the head of his cock slipped between your folds, gliding easily and coating himself with your release. “I couldn’t say it earlier, but you’ll take me so well.” Two fingers pushed into your mouth, startling you as you tasted your own release. It really did taste sweet. Was that part of being a demon? You never really thought about it before now.

“I’ll need you to be a little more descriptive.” The pen scratching stopped, Tomioka glared at her “we can worry about that later.” His fingers were pulled roughly from your mouth, leaving you to stare wide eyed as he observed your body. “How do I want to take you? We can try absolutely any position, we’ll have so, so much time together. This time though? It’s the first, it has to be memorable.” Wet and dry fingers began scraping up and down your sides. “I could take you like this…” he leaned down so his mouth was against your ear. “Just so I can see your face…watch the way each part of you jiggles with my thrusts…” his hands came up to hold where the ropes sat on your wrists.

“Wouldn’t that be fun? Or maybe…” he bit down on your earlobe. “I could take you from behind?” His hand slipped between the mattress and the plush of your ass, digging into it gently. “I-I don’t care…anything…please.” You swallowed thickly, the needy ache beginning to throb between your legs again. “Either position allows deeper penetration, therefore increasing the chances of her getting pregnant.” Kocho’s voice was soft, hoping to not irritate the man above you. “Then we’ll try both.” His other hand slipped between your ass and the mattress, lifting you so you rested on his thighs. The new angle caused your legs to curl upwards, spreading wide for him. “Perfect.” The coo in his voice had you squirming.

He positioned himself at your entrance, “how shameful this would be if it got out. A Hashira fucking a lower moon. We’d probably be asked to leave the corps.” His head pushed past and into you, leaving your mind feeling like a puddle of mush. He kept going, not bothering to slow down or see if you could take it. The burning stretch was the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Your breathing stopped all together, panic ebbing it’s way up your body when you realized he was only halfway in and you felt like you’d be torn in two. You finally focused in on his face, sweat forming on his temples as his nails dug so deeply into your thighs you began to bleed. It was as if his goal was to hurt you rather than please you.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, he bottomed out. Heat radiated between your bodies as you tried to adjust to his cock pressing into your cervix, stomach bulging ever so slightly. You hoped for a second he’d stop, give you a minute to adjust. Instead he pulled all the way out until only his tip was left inside before slamming in again. A choked yell left your lips, restraints rubbing your skin raw as you tried to break them. “Hey, relax.” one hand left your skin to reach for your wrist. “Give it a second, you’ll feel good.” His pace started brutal, the bed jerking each time his hips met the skin of your thighs. The uncomfortable pain slowly changed into pleasure, whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as he moved.

You could feel every inch of him, especially the way he was already twitching. Each thrust against your cervix had you seeing stars, desperate pleas of his name leaving you. “So good…so good…” he couldn’t muster much else, eyes watering as you suffocated his dick. Tomioka’s mind was beginning to turn as mushy as you felt, the idea of getting you pregnant only making him trust harder. “You’ll look so…so good.” He huffed, nails scratching up and down your thighs in time with his hips. Your head was tilting back, eyes squeezing shut as your walls sputtered around him. Your orgasm caught you by surprise, so did the tearing sound you made as your nails shredded the sheets.

“That’s two orgasms, impressive Tomioka.” Her sarcasm made him move quicker, regardless of how tightly you clenched. You blinked tears from your eyes as a flash of metal caught your attention. The hunting knife was back in Tomioka’s hand. “Oh?” Kocho said what you were about to, watching with interest as he held it tightly. His trusts slowed, eyes narrowing and chest heaving as he studied you. As if he was trying to figure out what he picked up the knife for. Before you could say anything, you were face down on the mattress, arms crossed awkwardly behind you. “I said we’d try both.” The comment was barely above a mumble.

You began shifting yourself on your knees, sighing at the emptiness you felt. You froze with your ass partially in the air, the cool metal of the blade was digging into your lower back. “What…what are you…” your cheek pressed into the mattress, the slow sting of the blade cutting you open. “You’re mine.” It took you a second, but you realized he was carving ‘mine’ into your skin. “Don’t you dare heal this yet.” He finished a few seconds later, dropping the bloody blade onto the sheet next to you. You choked out a moan as he slammed into you again, the harshness making your eyes water yet again as you let him ruin you. This time there was a slap that echoed the room with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to put even more force into what he was doing, leaving you whimpering and crying.

You glanced at Kocho momentarily, noting the way she was squirming in her seat. This time, each movement had you seeing stars, your walls spasming around him as if to try and keep him in place. “You’re going to look so fucking good carrying my baby…” you still weren’t even sure if you could get pregnant, yet you uttered out “I know…”. The bedframe began hitting the wall as he started taking deeper strokes. Each one kissed your cervix as you struggled to keep your balance with the awkward angle. The warm trickle of your blood made you shiver slightly, you didn’t plan on healing your wound any time soon. You could feel that he was close, his cock was twitching in time with your own body.

You cried out his name when one hand came down to rub harsh, quick circles on your already sensitive clit. Two orgasms and your quickly approaching third had squelching noises echoing the room in time with his thrusts. “T-tomioka…you’re going to put a hole in the wall…” Kocho’s voice was feeble, she knew her words were falling on deaf ears. She had never seen such a determined look in his eyes, sweat beads dripping down his cheeks. Your third orgasm ripped a scream from your throat, warm liquid gushing down your thighs. Your ears began to ring, Tomioka’s thrusts were becoming erratic. You were still sputtering around him, walls clenching and unclenching until he buried himself deep.

“Shit.” A whiny croak left him, warm seed spurting inside you. His hips rocked slowly, working himself through his orgasm until stilling inside of you. “Can’t…can’t have any spilling out now.” His voice was soft. You tried to look back at him, straining your eyes just enough to see him pop two fingers between his lips. The two particular fingers he used to stimulate your clit. “Can…can you untie me now?” You were hoping they trusted you enough at this point. You certainly didn’t plan on going anywhere. “Maybe just one wrist…I can’t trust you fully yet.” He was still buried deep inside of you. “Well, since we’ll be here for a while…” Kocho turned to a new page, empty and ready to be filled with notes. “Why don’t you answer the questions you ignored, Tomioka.”

“Seriously, Kocho?” He eyed the hunting knife, the sigh of annoyance told you the intrusive thoughts didn’t win. “Yes seriously. You seem to forget this is my experiment, Tomioka.” Kocho tapped her pen in annoyance, Tomioka remained silent. “ If you aren’t going to follow the rules, I’ll find someone else to fill your spot.” It was a threat, the tone of her voice was soft and sweet but her words were laced with venom. “Don’t you dare.” His grip tightened considerably. A soft airy laugh left her plump lips, purple eyes trailing over the scene before her.

It was nighttime on the Going Merry, and the dull kiss of the setting horizon drifted lazily through the single window in your room. You were lying on your bed, leaning against the headboard as you flipped through a book you’d picked up the last time the ship had been docked. It wasn’t too interesting, but it was something to pass the time with, so you stifled a yawn and flipped to the next page.

There was a knock at your door, and you glanced up, watching as the shoddy metal hinges slowly creaked open. Zoro was standing in the doorway, his broad frame blocking out nearly all the light coming in from the hall. He was still dressed in his daywear, which reminded you that you needed to change—the loose shirt and trousers you wore were, although clean, nothing near sleepwear.

“Zoro?” you asked, watching as he started into the room. You clicked your tongue before he could step another foot inside, though— “If you’re going to come in, take your shoes off.”

Zoro scoffed but obeyed, pausing by the mouth of the room to slide his heavy boots off. He tread lightly to where you lay, climbing up to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. “What’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” Zoro answered. You moved aside to allow him some more room, centering yourself on the bed. Zoro didn’t move, though.

You raised your eyebrows. “That’s possible?”

He looked unimpressed, propping his arms under his head and leaning back so his head was splayed against your thighs. His three matching earrings glinted in the light. “Luffy and Nami are being loud. Your room’s the farthest away.”

“Your elbow is digging into my gut,” you said, turning back towards your book. Zoro rolled his eyes, but readjusted his position, pulling his arms down to instead lay folded atop his stomach. “Are you just going to nap there?”

Zoro shrugged, and you had to stifle a giggle, the sensation vaguely ticklish. He’d never been a man of many words, so you lowered your book again and went back to reading. The light in the room was dim, though; after a few minutes, the glow from the light at your bedside no longer sufficed, and you were too tired to strain your eyes to squint at the page. You could, of course, just turn on the cabin lights—but Zoro was asleep by now, and you hadn’t even liked the book that much anyway.

You set it on your nightstand, gazing down at the slumbering man in your lap. Despite the glare he so often sported, Zoro looked near-angelic in his sleep, his face all smooth planes and straight lines. Those dark eyes of his were hidden like this, black lashes splayed across his cheeks as shadows emphasized the hollows of his bone structure.

He really was beautiful, an ever-comforting presence within the Straw Hats that your eyes had always strayed to. There was a certain kind of fondness you held for him that none of the other crew members could quite compare to, although if you voiced those thoughts Luffy would probably end up giving you a lighthearted scolding. You could already imagine the teasing from the other members of the crew—Usopp and Sanji particularly—making fun of your little crush, which is why you kept your lips firmly sealed. A secret was a secret, and this was yours to keep.

You finally tore your eyes away, focusing instead on getting out of the position you’d gotten stuck in. Somewhere in the back of your mind you liked the idea of Zoro sleeping in your lap, but the clothes you wore were getting increasingly uncomfortable. You carefully slipped out from under him, cradling his head so as to support him as you gently lowered him to the mattress. Thankfully, he didn’t rouse, and you slipped to the other side of the room to open up your wardrobe, satisfied knowing you weren’t disturbing him.

You made deft work, first brushing through your hair and rinsing your face with some clean water before focusing your attention on changing your clothes. You removed your trousers, instead donning a pair of shorts. You were halfway through peeling off your blouse to replace it with a softer, silk one, when Zoro coughed from behind you.

You froze, daring to glance behind you whilst still topless. Zoro had awoken, eyes having lost all trace of sleep as he slowly sat up, staring at your figure across the room. He coughed again as soon as your eyes met, dropping his gaze. “Sorry,” he said very carefully, voice hoarse and grating.

“No, it’s okay,” you managed out, but you were still frozen. Your thoughts were on the dark look that’d been in his eyes the split-second before he’d looked away—surprised but sharp, cutting like just his gaze could pierce through your soul. Gooseflesh had prickled up along your arms.

“I’ll just… go,” Zoro muttered, already having gotten up as he started shuffling towards the door. You jolted into action, nearly dropping the shirt still in your hands as you turned towards him.

“No, you can—” your words softened, seeing his gaze flicker rapidly around your figure before finally landing on some spot by your cheek. “You can stay.” You paused, hoping your words weren’t too direct. “If you want.”

“You should put your shirt on,” Zoro said, almost choking on his words, like they were too big to fit in his mouth.

Your gaze dropped down before a steady blush started climbing up the sides of your face. “Right,” you started, but it was like you’d lost control of your hands. The shirt still hung limply from your grip.

“Or you could…” Zoro paused, lips parted as he sucked in a soft breath. Carefully, he moved back towards your bed, the only sound in the room a soft thump as he sat back on it. “Not.”

You swallowed. You could barely feel the lax of grip as your fingers released the shirt, letting it fall to the floor in one pathetic heap. You took a tentative step towards Zoro, and then another, until you were right in front of him. The soft night breeze through the window caused chills to erupt down your spine. Or maybe that was Zoro’s expression—nearly studious in his attentivity, eyes grazing across your chest and torso like he was taking in information for a new, particularly high-paying bounty.

“Zoro,” you started. He finally glanced up at your face, and you shuddered, biting down hard on your tongue. “I, um—hi.”

“Hey,” he said carefully, like he was testing the word on his tongue. Your gaze flickered down to his lips. He seemed to notice, but he didn’t say anything; rather, he raised one of his hands, pressing it against your side until his fingers tightened against your waist, a present, ever-pulsing rush of warmth. “I think my chest is bigger than yours.”

You flushed, a quick rush of crimson gracing your cheeks as you turned away. Zoro’s grip on your waist tightened, and a low laugh escaped the bottom of his throat. “That was mean,” you whined. Zoro’s other hand came up to your face, fingers pressing against the underside of your chin. He carefully angled your face down, so you couldn’t look anywhere but straight at him.

“It worked to calm you down, though,” he said easily. You were about to protest against the fact that you had been calm in the first place, but then Zoro was kissing you.

Zoro was a lot less aggressive than you’d originally expected, but as you sunk deeper into the kiss, it started to make sense. Zoro was all clean lines when he fought, practiced and perfect—no space for sloppy lines or scribbles. The way he kissed was similar; he applied pressure, but not too much pressure, and his thumb traced firm circles into the skin of your waist.

He angled your head with the hand firmly propped against your jaw, so you didn’t have to do a lot of the work—just press against his lips and move against the gentle rhythm he’d set. His teeth scraped carefully against your lower lip, and he tugged, letting a soft gasp out from your throat.

Zoro took the opportunity to pry your lips apart with his tongue, the fingers splayed against your chin coaxing your jaw open until he could slide his tongue against yours. You let out a soft whimper, hands scrambling to his shoulders and running along the muscles of his back. Of course you’d known he was well-built, but the firmness of his body forced another squeak out of you—one he was more than willing to swallow up.

Eventually, Zoro’s hand dropped from your jaw, skimming along your body line before coming to rest on the underside of one of your breasts. You gasped as he started to massage the skin with his thumb, accidentally biting down on his lower lip in the process. He groaned, the sound low as his rhythm sped up, the hand cupping your waist dropping down to your hip.

And then he was hoisting you up and onto his lap. “Oh my God,” you muttered, causing him to break away, eyes glinting with amusement.

“What?”

A heady rush had blossomed along your cheeks again. “Nothing. You.” Somewhere in the back of your head, you wondered how strong Zoro had to be to lift you off the ground so easily with only one arm—granted, it hadn’t been that far of a lift, but still. “Kiss me again.”

Zoro laughed but obeyed, his hand still working at your breast as the other dropped to your thigh. Your fingers interlaced with his short hair, tangling within the moss-green locks as his tongue ran along the ivories of your teeth. His teeth scraped against your lip as he moved away, lips instead following the line of your jaw and moving down to your neck.

You dropped your arm from his hair, hand pressing flat against his upper back. Zoro’s muscles flexed as he chased down your throat, and you sighed as he pressed gentle kisses along the line of your vein.

“Been—wanting to do this for a while,” Zoro panted between kisses, placing a final one kiss at the junction of your collarbone before glancing tentatively back up at you. You met his mouth in another kiss, a smile you hadn’t felt rising bright along your cheekbones.

“Me too,” you whispered, and a look of relief flashed across his face before he was ducking his head again to press more kisses along your neck. You let out a laugh—you could feel the rumble of his lips against the sound as it left your throat. Carefully, you ran your finger along his earrings, soft clinks filling the room at the action. “What was that? Did you think I didn’t?”

“Dunno,” Zoro muttered, and you laughed again before he nipped at your skin, teeth scratching in a gentle bite. At your chest, his hand squeezed your nipple, and you gasped.

“That was mean.”

“Mhm.” Zoro didn’t seem appeased, his kisses turning sloppier—open-mouthed, full of bite. He never pressed down hard enough to hurt, but your mouth was full of soft gasps and whines, and your hand had come down to clench against his bicep. God, his arms. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

You nudged him, meaning only for it to be a slight press. But Zoro let the action guide him, falling onto his back with you pressed against him, flat against the bed. He stilled, both hands dropping to your hips as he gaze lifted to drink you in.

You were certain you were a mess—blushing, lips probably swollen, bruise blossoms that would purple by morning scattered all along your neck. But the way he looked at you made it seem like you were all dolled up—like you were outfitted in a flowing gown, eyes sparkling and hair perfect instead of the mess it most undoubtedly was.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear. Actually, you were certain you weren’t supposed to hear it, because before you could respond, he was pulling you across him, fluidly rolling you onto your back. His forearm pressed against the mattress beside your head, caging you in. Zoro seemed to like this angle, moving down your neck to your chest with more gentle kisses.

You were content to let him take what he wanted, eyes not moving from his face as you watched his lips brush over your breast. His tongue was hot against your skin, and you sucked in a tight breath as he swirled it along your nipple. Zoro steadied you with a firm grasp, hand pressing against your side before pushing up to attend to the breast that his mouth wasn’t. You squirmed, a soft pool of warmth sitting in your lower belly as he worked. A tight knot had formed somewhere inside, and you let out a breathy gasp.

Zoro’s gaze traced lower, hand leaving your breast in favor of skidding down your figure to rest at the hand of your shorts. He paused, eyes flickering upwards to meet yours. Hastily, you nodded, and his fingers dipped below the cloth, head lowering to press another kiss by your hip bone. Your hands clenched against the bed sheets as his fingers skimmed the rim of your shorts, coaxing them down inch by inch before they finally slid down to your knees. You kicked them off insistently, and Zoro laughed, one hand coming to stroke your thigh as if to make you stop moving.

Even though you’d partly expected it, you hadn’t been ready for the soft kiss he pressed against your inner thigh. His hand hooked around the side of your panties, dragging them down as he kissed up your skin, and you took in a sharp breath that he wholly and entirely ignored. His movements became more insistent as you squirmed, open-mouth and biting, tongue darting out from between his lips to languidly swipe up your thigh. Finally he reached the junction of your thigh and core, mouth pressing a feather-light kiss that dragged an entirely shameful sound out from your throat.

Zoro pushed your panties all the way off your hips, letting them sit by your knees even as you squirmed to kick them off. “Shh,” he murmured, and you stopped, heart pounding as the sound sunk deep into your bloodstream. The tight knot in your lower belly had only grown tighter, and your breath caught in your throat as you watched Zoro, his eyes flickering all around your exposed core.

He ran a finger along the side of your slit, and you shuddered, watching as he experimentally traced it across your folds. He lowered his head to your hips, pressing a kiss onto your clit. You were barely able to suppress the buck of your hips as Zoro’s hand came to rest on your thigh, pinning you down as his other hand worked along your core.

His finger found your vagina, carefully sinking between your folds as his tongue worked languid circles around your clit. You let out a moan, voice stuttering against your throat as his finger slipped deeper inside you. It only took him a few moments to push another one in, the soft scrape of his cut fingernails eliciting sparks that drew another breathy moan out of you.

“Isn’t it a little—unfair that I’m the only one not wearing anything?” you managed out between breaths, and Zoro stopped his motions, head lifting and eyes glancing up at you from under his lashes. One of his eyebrows arched in question, and his lips were glossy with your fluids, causing your core to squeeze around his fingers. Somehow, he didn’t even seem to notice the motion.

“Oh, that’s what you want to focus on right now?” he murmured, all low and throaty. He always spoke low-pitched, vocal chords all brash and grating from the back of his throat, but his voice hummed even deeper now, although that didn’t seem humanly possible. Your muscles clenched again, and Zoro’s gaze dipped down to where his fingers were still pushed inside of you. He fluidly pressed in deeper, fingers curling inside your body before pulling out and working back in. Your retort was lost as you moaned again, the tight feeling of your gut slowly unwinding as he moved back and forth inside of you.

His mouth lowered to lick at your clit again, and you cried out, barely suppressing a scream as his fingers dug, more insistent, inside of you. He pressed one final kiss against your clit, and then sat back, eyes fixed on working at your core instead. His fingers pumped in and out, steady and fluid. Your breaths came out breathy and broken, climbing closer and closer to your climax until he finally reached the summit inside of you.

“Come,” Zoro whispered, the hand not taking care of you running reassuringly along your thigh. You came suddenly, hips stuttering from where’d they’d lifted off the mattress, a cry ripping out of your throat. Zoro slowly slipped his fingers out of you, rubbing soothing circles into your inner thigh as you ran out your climax. Your breaths evened out, becoming less deep, less frantic; Zoro watched all the while, a glossy shine over his eyes and the faintest of smiles pressed along his lips.

You tilted your gaze down to his face, catching him just as he started to move again. The fingers drenched in your fluids came up to his mouth, and he licked them clean. Your stomach dropped, somehow already turning you on despite having come just mere seconds beforehand.

“My turn,” Zoro said softly, sitting up to start unbuttoning his shirt. You hoisted yourself up, hands skimming along the sheets beside him, uncertain of whether he wanted you to touch. You glimpsed a stiff tent in his pants as he sat up, and swallowed hard, eyeing the pull with apprehension.

“Do you want me to—” you tried gesturing down to his hips, but he caught your hand swiftly, pressing it against the buttons of his shirt. “What do you want?”

“Sex,” Zoro said. Nothing else. You held back the choke that dared to escape your throat, and a sheepish grin crossed his face. It was lopsided, nearly a smirk, if not for the genuine warmth glimmering at his eyes. “Sorry. That was vague.”

“It’s okay,” you assured, stifling a laugh. Your hands worked fastidiously at his buttons. It took far longer than you felt it should’ve, fingers all clumsy as you tugged them through their holes, unlooping them from where it fixed the cloth together. Soon enough, though, Zoro was stripping the last of the fabric off, tossing it carelessly across the room before pulling you into another kiss.

He was sloppier now that you’d come, more comfortable in his element—you could taste the tang of yourself on his lips, and you let out a sigh, hands moving down his figure to work at his belt. He had to stop kissing you to tug at his pants, pushing them down his legs before finally kicking them off fully.

You ducked your head to press a kiss at his navel, eyes tracing the length that jutted out from his hips. Your breath caught, gaze fixed to a pale vein running up the line of his length. “Up,” Zoro murmured, and you glanced up. Zoro pressed a long kiss to your mouth, one hand skimming around your butt to pull you up by the headboard. He ran a hand over your core, as if to ascertain you were relaxed enough for him.

“Do you have anything for it?” he murmured, lips sending chills down your back as he pressed a soft kiss at your jaw.

“I’m on the pill, yeah,” you huffed out, arms winding around his torso. Zoro hummed his response, fingers running up and down your thigh as he adjusted, hips sliding against yours to meet your core.

You sucked in a breath, but he was gentle with it, pushing in slowly, hand running along your lower back and coaxing you still. The sensation sparked tingles all over your body; up your spine, along your hips, down your legs like Zoro was electricity himself. You let out a little sigh as he pushed up to his hilt into you, hips stuttering against his as you both paused for breath. He brushed a ghost of a kiss along your lips. “Okay?” Zoro murmured.

“Perfect,” you answered, arms clutching tighter around him, fingers digging into his back. You hoped it wasn’t too sharp, but considering how big Zoro was, it was likely he barely felt the pressure—the crescents of your fingernails were probably just pinpricks to him.

Zoro started moving, then, his actions soft and fluid at first, fingers pressing reassuring circles into your waist and hips. He was nearly tender with it, motions languid and slow, like he had all the time in the world. Your breaths came out easy, soft and just barely edging towards gasps.

He started thrusting with more insistence soon, though; Zoro’s hips bucked against yours, and your grip tightened along his shoulder blades as he pushed in and out of you. Soft gasps and whines left your throat, in stark contrast to the heavy groans and grunts that barely stuttered past Zoro’s lips.

“Like that,” you said, barely able to let out words of encouragement as he hit your sweet spot, buried deep inside of you. You let out a throaty moan as he moved faster and faster, thrusts becoming harder and more aggressive. You knocked your head back, one of your hands reaching to grab Zoro’s from where it propped him up by your head. He welcomed the invitation quickly, fingers interlacing with yours, coaxing your palm open into a kiss of your hands. His thrusts worked harder than ever, and you stopped chasing the friction, letting your hips buck up against his as he shoved into you.

A low groan erupted from his throat as he hit your spot again, mouth coming down to bite into your shoulder as he suppressed the cry that tore from his mouth. You swallowed, gasping hard for breath as you felt him come inside you, your walls clenching tight around him before you also felt the familiar burst of pressure. You let out a gasping moan, mind buzzing with sparks and tingles. Vaguely, you felt Zoro’s hand against your hip, moving up and down in calming strokes.

It took a moment for you both to recover, coming down from the blissful high after long seconds ticked by. Zoro removed his mouth from your shoulder, carefully prying his jaw off from your skin. He scrutinized the marks he’d left—crescents of teeth, undoubtedly—before lowering his head again to press an apologetic kiss to the bite. You laughed in surprise.

“I can be a gentleman,” Zoro protested lightly, though his words didn’t hold much of a fight as he carefully slid out of you. He did it slowly, inch by inch, leaving a hollow sensation in his wake when he eventually parted from you. “You okay?”

“Lovely,” you answered honestly, eyes grazing up his chest before meeting his. “You?”

“I’m good,” Zoro answered, a vague smile on his lips. It was soft, tender; maybe not as big as ones you’d seen when he was laughing with the crew, but special nonetheless. He studied you for a moment, and you took the opportunity to trace his face with your eyes. His pupils were blown, slowly receding back into small dots of shadow, and his lips were kissed red, swollen over and glossy with your saliva. “Want me to draw a bath?”

“No,” you said, content just to watch him like this. “We can clean up in the morning, it’s getting late.” You hesitated, suddenly uncertain, teeth tugging at your lower lip. “Unless… you want to go?”

Zoro snorted. “No, I think I like it here,” he decided. He sat up, reaching to pull the blankets over your figure so the gooseflesh you hadn’t even noticed on your skin would subside. “Too tired to move, anyway. Might stay here forever.”

“Dramatic ass,” you mumbled, wrapping a hand around his wrist and tugging him closer to you. Zoro obeyed, sliding beside you, one arm moving to wrap around your waist. “Go to sleep, you big dummy.”

Zoro’s breath was light against the shell of your ear. “That was unwarranted.”

“Sleep,” you insisted, and Zoro huffed, reaching the arm that wasn’t around you to the nightstand. He flicked the lantern off, then turned back towards you, finally settling down. His lips pressed a soft kiss along your shoulder, and you smiled, your hand reaching down to meet where his was splayed along your belly.

“Good night,” you whispered.

“Night,” he mumbled back, the end of the word tapering off into a soft, tired breath. You could feel his chest move, up and down in a steady, soft rhythm. You buried your head into the crook of his arm, letting out a contented sigh before finally closing your eyes to drift off to sleep.