A Treat For Me

by Sofvicl

Summary:

Zenitsu was a broke, invisible College student.

So when Kamado Tanjiro, the school's wealthy ikeman of Kimetsu University, invited him for drinks after final exams, he said yes.

He had no idea he was stepping into a night he'd never be allowed to forget.

Notes:

• For awwminn.

WARNING:
This story is purely fictional and is intended for mature audiences. Be aware of the following:
- Heavy dub-con
- Rape
- Graphic descriptions of violence
- Sexual/emotional abuse
This fan fiction is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat fic. The bird does not get back up but can only lie on the cold stone floor.

         Zenitsu felt like he would die before he turned 20. Honestly, it should’ve been obvious when Tanjiro-kun, one of the most popular students at their college, invited him to eat. With him.

         Specifically, when the Theatre Department had the amazing idea – one that twisted Zenitsu’s insides to the point he threw up in a stall yesterday – to invite the majority of Kimetsu University student body to celebrate the end of grueling exams.

         “Are you feeling okay, Zenitsu-san? Did you drink too much?” Tanjiro’s voice was low and even in the chaotic roughhousing from the after-party dinner, it still seemed to ring in the blond’s ears. Zenitsu resisted the urge to hurl and instead gave a shaky smile. God, the flashing lights in this overpriced club establishment burned his eyes.

         He could only wonder how Kanao was dancing with vigor along with her cousin, Aoi.  His head spun when he glanced toward their corner once, forcing him to quickly look away.

         Zenitsu didn’t have friends. Well, no one came close enough to befriend him; he had done military service later than the others – freshman year – and by the time he had enrolled in the second semester… No one was available.

      “You look flushed,” Tanjiro murmured. Zenitsu flinched as Tanjiro’s hand rested on his shoulder. “I think it’s best for us to leave… My place is only a ten-minute drive away.”

      Nezuko glanced up, brushing her shoulder against Tanjiro’s broad one. “Big brother, I’ll go home with Kanao and Aoi tonight then. We already arranged a sleepover!” Her smile beamed in the dimmed lights.

      “See you tomorrow, Big Brother!” Nezuko bounced away to presumably her friend’s corner. Zenitsu felt a small pang in his chest at the lack of acknowledgement from the beautiful Kamado sister. Not even a smile…

      As the lights seemed to burn even brighter into his eyes, Zenitsu watched the popular girl disappear in the crowd. He could barely process how he had even ended up in the orbit of the two Kamado siblings. Heck – how did they even meet? They never even spoke exclusively before this party.

      Zenitsu vaguely remembered Tanjiro sliding into his booth. The way Tanjiro’s smile would create a sense of relief but wariness. Why was this attractive specimen paying attention to the boy with hanging eyebags and unruly hair?

      It didn’t make sense, but Zenitsu was desperate for company. All night, and he means all night he’s been staring at the other students having a blast. He was not. Instead, he drank himself an early grave.

      Then Tanjiro kept on bringing more alcoholic drinks with a grin. Now, Tanjiro had the audacity to look bemused and concerned. How dare he! Zenitsu wanted to curse him but his words would most likely be choked by the nausea building up in his stomach.

      Zenitsu whimpered, clutching his stomach. God, please don’t let him barf on the school’s ikeman! Please, no!

      Had he been more aware, he would have seen Inosuke Hashibara cackling at him alongside Genya Shinazugawa – the Basketball and the Swimming team’s respected captains – only to be silenced when Aoi looked their way.

      “Aw,” Tanjiro cooed, and his hand rubbed soothing circles across Zenitsu’s back. “I... I think I need to—” Zenitsu’s words ended in a whine. Good Lord, he’d gladly never drink again if it meant making the pain go away.

      The soothing circles Tanjiro rubbed on his back felt like it was the only thing preventing him from hurling across the table. Tanjiro’s smile never once wavered even at the sight of Zenitsu’s sickly form.

      “I think it’s about time we get going then, hm?”

      Tanjiro wrapped his arms around Zenitsu’s waist, easily hoisting him up and into his side. The blond stumbled at the sudden movement. It was a miracle that he hadn’t fallen on his face yet.

      Zenitsu could only let out a small pathetic noise as his stomach swooshed uneasily. Tanjiro’s grip was hard around his waist and Zenitsu felt ever grateful that the redhead cared at all about him.

      Distantly, he heard people calling out to Tanjiro as they walked past, Zenitsu practically being dragged along. He knew the embarrassment would kill him when he woke up in the morning at home.

      Home — shit, how was he going to get home in this wrecked state?

      Zenitsu almost cried at the thought of making the walk to the train station, enduring a half hour train ride, only to walk another fifteen minutes.

      But glancing at Tanjiro, who seemed to be greeting students nearby with an easy smile, he knew he couldn’t burden him anymore. Zenitsu had an inkling that by doing so, his things would most likely end up in the University’s swimming pool.

      With some fumbling motions, his hand managed to sneak out his phone – an older version from his early high school years – he began to look at cab fares.

      He could only grimace as he saw the pricey dollar signs lit on the screen. Okay. Might as well give away half of this month’s food money! The thought nearly brought tears to his eyes.

      “What are you doing?” Tanjiro asked, his voice honey-sweet, though it had an edge of something Zenitsu couldn’t identify. It might be the dark night around them – when did they get outside? – but his smile seemed translucent.

      Zenitsu managed to chuckle through the spasms of pain. “Uh, well... you know,” he waved his phone in the air, the bright light almost vibrant. “I’m looking for a cab… should be able to make the last train if I hurry.” The last part he mumbled, lost in thought.

      A light chuckle reached the blond’s ears. Zenitsu’s vision was turning blurry, and he blinked harshly to clear them. His movements were a tad slow as his fingers tapped along the screen.

      “Zenitsu, turn off your phone, okay?”

      Zenitsu merely blinked, processing the unusual words a second too late. Suddenly, his phone was in Tanjiro’s firm hands. It looked small in his lax grip.

      “What? But, I need to get home. I have a tutoring session tomorrow. And—” Zenitsu’s voice nearly slurred. He absolutely needed to go. Mentally, he berated himself for not leaving after the fourth cup of soju.

      Now he was bothering Tanjiro, and it would be all his fault if suddenly the two of them couldn’t catch the train. Or worse—what if they got kidnapped, and…

      “Didn’t I say you were going to my place? I told you earlier. That’s why Nezuko-chan said she’ll be away at Kanao’s for the night.” Tanjiro’s eyes were almost blank and his smile seemed off.

      But Zenitsu knew it was the alcoholic buzzing in his system. It had the tendency to make people hallucinate and while Zenitsu had never experienced it himself, he had read it somewhere online.

        To make matters worse, Zenitsu had a tendency to overthink himself to death. Now he felt bad! 

      “Oh, I must’ve forgotten… my mind’s a bit fuzzy. Sorry, Tanjiro-san, but—”

      “No worries! I understand that you drank well past your limit. And don’t worry about paying for anything. I have a car around the corner,” Tanjiro interrupted. He sounded so reliable that Zenitsu knew that… maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he did accept Tanjiro’s proposal.

      Zenitsu glanced at the phone in Tanjiro’s hand. The screen lit with Cab Fares Inc. and underneath the text was what could be half of Zenitsu’s food money.

      Swallowing thickly, Zenitsu slightly nodded. His hands were clenched together resting on top of Tanjiro’s broad arms. He felt too weak to even try to argue anymore, the nausea was bound to hit dreadfully soon.

      Tanjiro beamed. “Great, and plus you’re in no state to travel on your own,” he said.

      Zenitsu distantly thought about all of those other drunken people back at the club. He wanted to know what was special about him to end up in this situation.

      As the two began to walk to the vehicle with Tanjiro leading the way, Zenitsu felt the immediate urge to vomit.

      “Urgh!—” Zenitsu quickly covered his mouth and pushed past Tanjiro, who stepped aside watching. The sounds of gagging filled the quiet night. 

      Tears blurred over Zenitsu’s vision, spilling over fast. It hurt. It fucking hurt him to throw up on the side of a desolate street with Kamado Tanjiro watching him.

      Then, without warning, a hand rubbed his head and his blond locks were pulled back from the way of his mess. 

      “There we go, baby. Get it all out,” Tanjiro muttered, his voice sounded kind, but Zenitsu thought he heard a slight chuckle underneath.

      No. He’s merely hallucinating. Hallucinations can cause mistaken perception and hearing—hold up.

      Baby?

      Yup, definitely a hallucination.

      After a moment of heavy heaving, Zenitsu slumped backward into Tanjiro’s firm chest. The expensive fabric of his suit creased with the blond’s weight.

      Rubbing Zenitsu’s head while his other hand lightly stroked his stomach a bit roughly, Tanjiro’s voice was smooth and low next to him. Zenitsu whimpered at the motions, flinching as warm breath invaded his sensitive ear.

      “Such a good boy, aren’t you? Drink some water—here. Maybe it was a good decision of me to bring it tonight... though, I could have simply just dunked your head in the sink when we got home.” The last part was mumbled, and Zenitsu was too focused on the slightly too rough movements on his stomach to care.

      “… Tanjiro, please… c-could you e-ease your hand?”

      The movements didn’t stop. Instead, a hand gripped his jaw open, causing Zenitsu to squirm. Cool water slowly eased into his throat, ridding the vomit’s essence.

      Zenitsu choked as his airway became blocked. 

      “Baby, it’s not good to waste water. You know that, hm? Of course you do, but the way it’s spilling down your chin tells me otherwise.”

      Tanjiro’s words felt humiliating to hear. Like he was speaking to a child about basic manners. Zenitsu felt hot tears spill down his face, weak, pathetic whines slipping past the water trapped in his throat.

      Instead of the comforting reassurance Zenitsu thought would happen, Tanjiro giggled. His hand on his stomach inched lower and lower until Zenitsu felt the heavy weight of a palm resting directly over his zipper.

      The water bottle soon emptied, leaving Zenitsu feeling a little bit more normal. But the feeling was soon eroded as the hand against his jeans felt too present. Too there. Was this real?

      It couldn’t be real.

      This type of thing only happened in those unhinged anime shows and manga. So why was the sound of Tanjiro breathy giggles so clear in his ears? The burning in his sore stomach, the heavy weight of Tanjiro’s hand on his jaw, and the solid pressure against his back—it was all too real.

      More hot tears spilled down his cheeks. Fuck, if this was going where he thinks it’s going… Tanjiro better know how to properly fuck a guy’s ass!

      “Well, I suppose it’d be too indecent for me to fuck you raw on a public street. I’d rather my place… it has sound-proof walls! Isn’t that great, baby?”

      Zenitsu felt his face burn at the vulgar words coming from Tanjiro’s mellowed voice. God, how could he be so direct about such activities?

      And the mention of sound-proofed walls felt like escape was nearly impossible. Tanjiro was strong despite his figure being lean, a fact already evident by how effortlessly he had managed to guide and drag, the heavy, stumbling blond all the way out of the club with no issue.

      Zenitsu yelped as Tanjiro’s arms encased his waist and underneath his thighs, hoisting him up into the air. Tanjiro merely hummed a soft tune as he carried Zenitsu. Zenitsu tried to squirm, but it was an iron hold.

      “T-Tanjiro, please…” he swallowed, “Y-You don’t have to do this! You s-should know that I’m a v-virgin! So why… Why would you be interested i-in me? I swear t-that I’ll only be a bore!” Zenitsu’s voice was nearly shrill in the entirely too quiet street.

      No one was around.

      Tanjiro didn’t reply, but the hand on his waist tightened to a bruising grip. Zenitsu whimpered loudly. Maybe if he screamed—

      “If you scream, I will break your ankle right here on the pavement. Does that sound good, baby? Honestly, it’s adorable how you think being a virgin would stop me. It simply enforces the fact that you’re mine.”

      Tanjiro giggled, moving his hand under Zenitsu’s thighs, sliding closer to his butt. “Tanjiroooo, come on… please!”

      “Stop whining.”

      The sharp command snapped Zenitsu’s mouth shut.

      Zenitsu couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his throat when Tanjiro’s hand squeezed and then roughly fondled a handful of his ass. This was so embarrassing. So fucking embarrassing! If anyone were to pop up now, it’d look like Zenitsu was asking for it.

      Shit. He never even fingered himself up there before! He jacked himself off over the years, like every boy did during their teenage years, but he was also too terrified to explore his own body. What if his rim tore? He heard the pain was terrible, and the fact that he just vomited his guts out… would he even survive?!

      The sound of a car door opening echoed in Zenitsu’s ears. In one last attempt, he wiggled and pushed against Tanjiro’s arms as he shoved Zenitsu in the vehicle’s backseat.

      Suddenly, he was on his stomach. The smell of leather filled his nose and the cool feeling of the seat cushions pressed against his face. Slender fingers gripped Zenitsu’s wrists with bruising force behind his back and before he could kick upwards, Tanjiro straddled his thighs with his body weight, rendering him immobile.

      The door slammed shut.

      All that could be heard was Zenitsu’s heavy breathing.

      “Woo,” Tanjiro huffed out a light chuckle. “Baby, what were you thinking? You knew that wouldn’t work and you still tried it! Ha—how cute!” The condescending words made Zenitsu want to die.

      The fingers that gripped Zenitsu’s wrists shifted to rest above his head, leaving Zenitsu’s entire backside to be displayed in all its glory. The new position was uncomfortable and painful. Zenitsu wasn’t exactly flexible.

      Zenitsu’s jeans were being unbuckled now. Shit, shit, shit! He didn’t want to know what would happen now that he deliberately disobeyed Tanjiro’s command earlier. Zenitsu flinched at the sudden onslaught of cold air against his bare butt.

      “—WAIT! T-Tanjiro, I-I’m sorry, okay!?”

      Tanjiro moved his jeans and boxers down to his thighs now, slowly, as if savoring the moment. Zenitsu’s legs buckled upwards to no avail. It was like a mountain sat on top of his legs.

      Zenitsu idly squirmed as a calloused palm prodded at his ass. The movements slow and teasing—a rhythmic, circular motion stretching from one cheek to the other one, then repeat.

      “I forgive you, baby,” and Zenitsu’s breath eased slightly before the next sentence halted it entirely. “Count to twenty for me, okay? And if you don’t say please then we’ll have to start over.”

      There was barely a moment to process the words before a sharp slap marked his ass. Zenitsu yelped, tears building up as the sudden pain enveloped his senses.

      “Fuck!” Zenitsu snapped, trying to squirm away with no success.

      “Did I say you could speak that word, baby? I could’ve sworn I just told you to count and thank me…” Tanjiro’s remark ended with another, if even harsher, slap.

      “Now, one…” Tanjiro prompted, his tone reminded Zenitsu of when he’d witness Tanjiro helping students in the library after classes.

      “… O-one,” Zenitsu whispered.

      “Let’s restart from zero, hm?”

      Zenitsu’s heart dropped to his stomach. “W-what? But, I-I just did as you a-asked!”

      Tanjiro merely hummed. It was almost soothing. Waiting. Until a sharp burn stung the other side of his ass. Zenitsu couldn’t stop the tears spilling down his face, dampening the expensive leather seat.

      “You know what you did wrong, baby… It hurts me to do this to you. Don’t you know?” Yet, another slap came harder. Zenitsu was going to die.     

      Actually and truly die from this horrible pain on his ass.

      This was fucking child discipline. His gramps never even did this to him.

      Fuck, fuck, fuck!

      “O-One, t-thank you!” Zenitsu’s shrill shriek echoed in the vehicle. Tanjiro giggled, no doubt enjoying the show Zenitsu being forced to play. 

“Good boy. But, you’re still missing something!” Tanjiro teased, as another slap came in quick succession. Zenitsu was crying, snot and hot tears bubbling down, making a small puddle emerge on to the seat.

“P-please…” he whined, “one… t-thank you.”

Three slaps followed, each one lingering, the pain nearly doubled. Zenitsu wailed. 

“T-two, please! T-Thank you!”

“Th-Three! Please! Thank y-you!” Zenitsu’s shriek echoed in the car. His ears burned as the smacking on skin was heard. This wasn’t fucking fair, damn it! 

Four, five, six. Zenitsu could feel the bulge of Tanjiro’s cock pressing into the curve of his ass. He couldn’t even find himself jealous with the sheer size of it. Pain and pleasure soon mixed and enveloped Zenitsu’s world.

Seven, eight. His hand kept on pressing into Zenitsu’s rim, brushing the sensitive area with each hit. Zenitsu almost pleaded for him to stop, but he knew that if he did, the process would restart.

It was at the fifteenth mark when Tanjiro leaned over Zenitsu and broadly licked his ear as Zenitsu was mid-sentence. Zenitsu couldn’t stop the moan from his lips. It disrupted the process.

No, no, no, no! His sobs turned heavy, his body heaving and panting. He couldn’t start over again. Zenitsu would rather endure anything else! 

“Your skin tastes lovely, baby…” Tanjiro moaned, the sound sending a hot thrill down Zenitsu’s spine. The next slap came sharper. Zenitsu screamed. 

“Fu—mmph, sixteen! P-please! Thank you!” Zenitsu’s words were barely legible now. How could Tanjiro be so strong? How could he treat him like a toy?

Tanjiro’s soft, ragged panting was heard right next to Zenitsu’s ear. Suddenly, he thrusted forward and a slap came with it. Zenitsu felt like he was going to cum just by thinking about Tanjiro’s clothed large cock prodding at his rim. 

“Baby, only four more…” Tanjiro groaned as his cock ground down against Zenitsu’s hole. Two slaps echoed loudly between them. Zenitsu couldn’t help but squirm at the overwhelming sensation. It hurt.

God, it hurt like hell. But why did it feel like a hot heat pooled in his belly, leaving his thighs shaking, his breath uneven and his vision almost blurry. He quickly repeated the sequence.    

“Come on, baby. Do it for me.”

Another slap so hard that Zenitsu felt his ass burn as soon as it struck. Zenitsu whimpered, sobbing heavily. His dick uncomfortably rubbed against the seat as Tanjiro gave a particularly rough thrust.

Shit, shit, shit. Please, oh, please! The pressure in his stomach was intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

“Ah!—n-nineteen! Please, oh! T-thank y-you!” Zenitsu couldn't take it anymore. It was unbearable!

    The last slap was loud like lightning. The force of it made the past hits seem soft.  Zenitsu wailed loudly. His spine arched as if trying to get rid of the brutal rush of pain that seemed everlasting. 

“What was that, baby?” Tanjiro murmured, his soft breath tickling his ear. Zenitsu couldn’t breathe. He could barely utter a word, let alone a sentence.

“T-Twenty…” Zenitsu whined low. “P-please… thank you…” The words came at different intervals. Slower each time, almost buried under the sound of Zenitsu’s heavy heaving and cries.

Suddenly, Zenitsu’s wrists were freed. The skin around them covered with bright red handprints.  He couldn’t even move if he wanted to. His limbs felt like lead and the orgasm he felt coming seemed to deflate, leaving him feeling hollowed.

Tanjiro slided off the back of Zenitsu’s thighs, and turned the blond on his back. Zenitsu whimpered and tears tracked slowly down, his lips quivering. His ass felt like it got burned till the skin was peeled off. The new position made it worse.

Zenitsu kept his gaze locked on the vehicle’s ceiling, the black interior making it seem like there was only a void in its presence.

“Baby, you did so well, even if you were a little disobedient at first. I can only imagine how the rest of the night will go…” Tanjiro’s words brought more tears to Zenitsu’s eyes. The tear tracks would surely stain.

“A-are we f-finally done?” Zenitsu sniffled, his chest heaving slower. 

A hand gripped his jaw tightly, forcing him to look into Tanjiro’s eyes. His expression was entirely coy, a smirk glued to his lips. 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, rubbing Zenitsu’s spit-covered jaw, his thumb slowly moving upward to rest on his bottom lip. “We’re just getting started.” Zenitsu whimpered, feeling exposed with his jeans down. He was better off when he was crushed face-first into the car seat.

Now he had to endure the full onslaught of Tanjiro.

Zenitsu’s dick was half hard as he gazed at the redhead’s beautiful appearance. His suit was barely wrinkled, his hair down and hanging over his red eyes, a light flush warming his cheeks.

Zenitsu could only dread how he looked now.

“Open your mouth,” Tanjiro’s voice was wrapped in velvet, but there was an underlying threat that promised punishment if disobeyed.

With dread climbing to his throat, Zenitsu obeyed. 

“Your tongue too, silly!”

Suddenly, a thick bubble of spit dropped onto his tongue. Zenitsu’s eyes widened, shocked. Tanjiro leaned down, his thumb slowly brushing against the underside of the blond’s tongue.

Zenitsu’s whimper rose from his throat as Tanjiro’s soft, wet tongue began to caress his own, their spit mixing down his chin to the neck of his white t-shirt. It felt weird but so enticing. 

Tanjiro sucked on Zenitsu’s tongue vigorously, completely upping the intensity of the kiss. Zenitsu moaned softly at the feeling. Tanjiro’s hand slowly crossed down Zenitsu’s body.

“Mmph!” Zenitsu felt his face flush bright red at the pornographic noise. Tanjiro’s hand gripped Zenitsu’s small dick, the thumb brushing underneath the head leisurely. 

“Ah… so cute, baby,” Tanjiro’s words were enforced by a particular harsh suck and an even harder grip on the blond’s length. Zenitsu squirmed at the sudden movement. It’s too much! He whined, trying to force his head away from the grueling kiss.

The sounds of lewd squelching seemed ever so present in Zenitsu’s ears. Pre-cum coated Tanjiro’s slender fingers, making his pace slow then fast, over and over. 

“Hmph!… s-stop! Please, it’s too much!” Zenitsu squirmed uncontrollably as Tanjiro’s hand sped up once more. His tongue deliberately swallowing Zenitsu’s in a rough suck. 

Fuck. He’s going to cum any time now! Tanjiro didn’t stop but became more unbearable—his movements quick and unfairly precise. Zenitsu couldn’t see anything, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid the embarrassing scene displayed in front of him.

 His thighs jolted as fingers fondled his balls, squeezing lightly, soon following the same intense pace as his tongue and hand.

“Shit! T-TANJIRO!” Zenitsu wailed as Tanjiro’s tongue glazed over the blond’s front teeth, leaning closer to dive it down the blonde’s throat. The blond choked, his eyes rolling back. His body quivered as though electrocuted as white cum exploded from his dick.

Tanjiro didn’t stop, but his pace quickened to the point Zenitsu tried to squirm away. He couldn’t take it! Too much, too much, too much! Tanjro’s hand shifted from his jaw and traveled to Zenitsu’s hip, tightly squeezing it, forcing him to take it.

“Nononono! Mmph! I-I–” The words choked down his throat as Tanjiro lifted a knee between the blond’s legs, pushing against Zenitsu’s dick and balls. 

Zenitsu’s vision went white with sparks. His body trembled violently as his second orgasm rushed over him, his toes curled in his shoes at the abrupt pressure eroding him. He couldn’t move. Zenitsu’s face tracked with tears and saliva.

All through this, Tanjiro smiled. His slender fingers still stroking the blond’s length, albeit slowly, like a soft caress. After all, he didn’t want to completely ruin the fun so early.

“Hah, you’re so cute like this, baby. I would have done this sooner… but I needed to get everything ready. I could cum just by looking at you now,” Tanjiro cooed, his tongue removed itself from Zenitsu’s mouth, a thin string of saliva breaking between them as he did so.

Distantly, Zenitsu heard the sound of a car door opening and felt the leather seat shifting. His soft whimpers couldn’t stop and his body felt like it would never quit shaking. His hair fell damp across his forehead, almost tickling his nose. 

His eyes fell shut. Complete darkness took over him, and the sound of the vehicle’s engine rumbled.

“Baby, wake up! We’re home, isn’t that great?” Tanjiro’s honeyed voice echoed through Zenitsu’s ears. He felt himself being carried through a place—an apartment? Zenitsu couldn’t open his eyes yet, exhaustion lingering.

Listening to the sound of Tanjiro’s footsteps through a hall, the redhead pressed a kiss to Zenitsu’s sweaty forehead, entirely unbothered by its wetness. Zenitsu almost wished that Tanjiro left him in the car. 

He couldn’t help but feel like he’d stepped in a sweet trap, unaware of the rotting mold underneath the exterior. An apple with a worm slithering inside–the thought made Zenitsu shiver.

Tanjiro hummed a tune Zenitsu couldn’t recognize. It sounded nice to his ears, and he wanted to squash it. His body felt like a lump of lead, his head lolled against Tanjiro’s shoulder. 

Light bloomed against his eyes. Zenitsu didn’t want to open them, not wanting to face what came next. He needed to escape. He couldn’t lie like a doll — a toy — in the arms of this unfair psycho. But the odds were stacked against him.

Zenitsu just wanted to cry and curl into a ball.

Something cold told him that that would not end well with the redhead, and even worse for himself.

Abruptly, he fell a few feet onto a soft mattress, its covers soft and warm. Zenitsu realized something entirely embarrassing—he was full-on naked. The apartment was warm enough that Zenitsu didn’t notice till now. 

Did Tanjiro undress him in the car and then carry him through the apartment complex?

“If you don’t wake up now, you’ll be terribly cold, baby.” Tanjiro’s tone was teasingly kind, almost as if he were giving advice on homework.

Zenitsu’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting his sight to the lit room. He was in a bedroom, he knew. But all he saw was Tanjiro’s veiny, lean forearms undoing his red tie. A dark oak dresser stood behind him, and a soft circular white rug lay on the wooden floor.

It screamed money. Zenitsu wondered how much this single mattress cover–dark red when he glanced down–cost. He would probably be dead before he could ever imagine living in such luxury.

No wonder everyone floundered after the Kamado siblings. 

No one would look at him, not even when he was being escorted outside with Tanjiro. Like they all knew something was wrong, and Zenitsu was too slow to catch the joke.

Zenitsu’s gaze traveled to the floor as Tanjiro moved to put away the red tie in a case. It lay displayed on the dark oak dresser like a prized possession. 

He swallowed thickly when he realized that maybe he was also a possession. Zenitsu felt the familiar wetness as tears trickled down his face onto the bed cover. It was entirely too silent for his liking.

When Tanjiro’s words didn’t fill the space, it felt like Zenitsu was all alone. Where no one could find him. Or cared to look. 

No one would. His gramps was dead and his adopted older brother — Kaigaku — hated him with a passion that seemed to traverse across time. Zenitsu’s lip quivered at the sudden dreadful onslaught of memories. 

“Aw,” Tanjiro cooed, the sound achingly familiar now. “You shouldn’t be crying, baby. I promise we’ll have lots of fun soon.” More tears dripped down his face at those words. 

He didn’t think he could take any more. “T-Tanjiro…” Zenitsu mumbled, almost begging for something, but the words seemed to become a blank. His body still quivered with a sort of heat, as if Tanjiro imprinted his touch on him permanently.

Tanjiro tilted his head, grinning fondly. A pretty slender finger brushed a few of Zenitsu’s tears. “So pretty… I’m glad I snatched you up. That I made clear that no one else would look at you.”

“Wh-What?”

Tanjiro merely waved a hand, his smile sly. “Oh, well, why do you think you have no friends? Why no one approached since you transferred here after freshman year? It was too easy. But, now…”

The words trailed off as a devastatingly handsome grin overtook Tanjiro’s face. Zenitsu felt his heart quicken, like a trapped rabbit.

“You’re all mine. And soon, once our bodies have connected…” Tanjiro’s lips quirked into a soft laugh, the sound entirely too sweet. Too eager. 

Zenitsu gulped, his fingers intertwined in the red covers. “N-No… Tanjiro. You’re b-better than this–”

Tanjiro grabbed his face tightly, his smile blank. His eyes were narrowed slightly, as if testing what to do about Zenitsu’s words. The fact that he said no. Zenitsu whimpered as nails raked lightly across his cheekbones.

Only to abruptly pull away, taking a step back. That same smile edged on his lips. Then he sat at the edge of the bed, causing Zenitsu to bounce once. Tanjiro slowly unbuckled his belt and set it aside on the nightstand, where a box of condoms lay.

“Up onto my lap, baby.”

Zenitsu blinked, his lips parted open. Once he processed the words, Zenitsu couldn’t help the way he inched away, shaking his head frantically, a keen rising from his throat.

Tanjiro grabbed Zenitsu’s waist, easily dragging him across the dark mattress covers to arrange him so he straddled his lap. Zenitsu quickly hid his head against the redhead’s shoulder. He didn't want to know what would happen next. The condoms… Zenitsu felt a cold shiver roll down his spine.

“Now, we should discuss some clear rules. Say that you agree, okay?”

Zenitsu buried his head deeper into Tanjro’s wrinkled suit. The redhead chuckled at the motion, and cradled the blond’s hips tightly. Zenitsu knew that there were already bruises blooming where his hands lay.

Zenitsu yelped as Tanjiro suddenly pinched his hip harshly. Tears fluttered to his eyes at the pain. Tanjiro hummed softly, ever so patient. Zenitsu let out another yelp as a second pinch went to the exact same spot.

“Y-Yes, I agree! Okay?!” he sobbed, twisting away as a particular pinch held and tugged at his skin. “Just, please stop pinching me. It hurts!”

“Good boy,” Tanjiro cooed lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of Zenitsu’s neck, making the blond flinch. His skin was still sensitive from earlier. 

There was a rustle of movement from the left. Zenitsu didn’t dare lift his head, afraid of what was there. Tanjiro’s hand lightly caressed the edge of his waist, his thumb nearly brushing against the curve to Zenitsu’s dick.

“Listen loud and clear, alright, baby?” Tanjiro began, the movement from earlier settled down somewhere on the mattress. “Rule number one: We listen and we obey. If you show any complaining… you’ll know what will happen, don’t you?” 

Zenitsu very much remembered what had happened. His body and lips tingled faintly from earlier. 

“Y-yes, Tanjiro-san.”

Tanjiro’s thumb brushed lightly against his stomach. Zenitsu nearly whimpered at the feeling. 

“Good! It makes me so happy that you’re listening to me.”

Zenitsu didn’t respond, knowing it wasn’t a question. 

Tanjiro hummed before continuing. “Rule number two: If you try to escape, my promise from earlier–the one about your ankle–still is very much there.” He paused, thinking before adding:

“You will cum as many times as I want. Don’t worry, you will like it! Think about your first, very cute, orgasm earlier.” Tanjiro giggled as he reminisced the moment.

Zenitsu blushed a deep red, no doubt looking like a tomato. God, Tanjiro needed to stop with the blunt way of speaking… 

This time, Zenitsu only nodded. Tanjiro smiled and pressed soft kisses across his neck, right where it was most sensitive.

Zenitsu jumped, a whimper escaping his swollen lips. Tanjiro didn’t stop, his hands rubbing at his hips, thumbs lightly brushing against the blond’s half-hard head. Zenitsu squirmed as teeth nipped at the skin of his throat trailing lower till it stopped at a nipple.

“Eep—!” 

Tanjiro’s lips enveloped the perky stud, licking it broadly. Fuck. Fuck! How did he not know his nipples could be so SENSITIVE–

Tanjiro bit it, gnawing and licking at it like a dog with a bone. 

“T-Tanjiro!” Zenitsu panted, sweat building on his brow. “I-I’m still sensitive! Mmph!”

Long slender fingers rubbed the dick’s head on its sides, enclosing it in a light hold. Zenitsu cried, snot dribbling down his upper lip. It had only been a few touches and he was already coming undone. Tanjiro gave no indication of stopping, merely savoring the taste of the nipple between his teeth.

Zenitsu couldn’t help but squirm against the touches, overwhelmed. Only to stop when he felt something sharp prodding at his entrance. No… this can’t be—

Tanjiro’s breath was heavy, the suctions to his nipple stopped until he pressed a kiss to it before sliding to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Zenitsu’s head rolled back, unable to hide any more. 

Holy fuck, this needed to stop or else Zenitsu would actually cum from this. He couldn’t let Tanjiro know that his nipples were a gateway to his orgasm-driven system! Nonononono! 

“Ah, you really are so cute… baby,” Zenitsu flushed at the affectionate yet condescending words. He literally had snot and tears on his face, his hair a birdnest, and he was definitely pink. Tanjiro tugged at the nipple, causing Zenitsu to nearly shriek. Fresh tears mixed in with snot.

Zenitsu would have squirmed but the sharp thing prodded at his asshole. He didn’t want to risk anything… Tanjiro continued his onslaught on the blond’s nipple and his fingers slid up and down the length, pre-cum dripping.

“P-Please!” Zenitsu whined, feeling a bit out of sorts. His breaths came quick and uneven, his chest heaved rapidly. Fuck—the pressure was building fast. No! It would be too much, for sure!

Zenitsu tried to push against Tanjiro’s chest. He couldn’t do this again. He would surely die!

His movements only seemed to make Tanjiro’s faster and more terrible. His nails kept on dragging underneath the head each time, and his teeth bit more harshly, pulling farther away, only to suck and suck with vigor.

Zenitsu’s body shook violently as his third orgasm took place that same night. Zenitsu’s mouth opened in a silent scream. His cries grew ragged as he were forced to endure wave after wave of electric heat. He couldn’t push against Tanjiro anymore. It did nothing. 

It only enabled more.

He cursed as a particular wave hit hard, leaving his skin buzzing.

Suddenly, soft lips were slotted against his own. Zenitsu gasped as a sharp bite came from Tanjiro, and without warning the soft, wet tongue slid inside to swallow his own. As their tongues mingled, Zenitsu could taste the salty bitterness of his tears and snot drip down. 

All while his body trembled from the aftershocks. Zenitsu couldn’t breathe, his entire being forced into submission to Tanjiro’s firm hold. Hands stroked his waist, digging into soft skin. Zenitsu whimpered loudly, hoping for a chance to breathe.

Tanjiro chuckled, the sound vibrated through Zenitsu’s molars. Zenitsu’s hands trembled where they gripped the redhead’s suit. How could he not be disgusted with Zenitsu? 

With heavy-lidded eyes, Tanjiro licked Zenitsu’s lips broadly before pulling away. Zenitsu kept his eyes glued to his own clutched fingers, desperately to avoid the way Tanjiro’s heavy gaze leered across his bare skin.

“So shy and so pretty. You have no idea how enticing you are, baby…” Tanjiro’s words were mellow and teased with a perverted weight. Zenitsu twitched as the sharp thing seemed to poke even more against his backside. 

Zenitsu whined at the uncomfortable feeling, lip quivering. The sound making Tanjiro’s pretty smile wider, his white teeth nearly blinding. “Tanjiro… w-what is that?”

The smile seemed to sharpen. “You don’t know, baby?”

Zenitsu flushed, irritated at the remark, but shook his head. He wanted it to go away.

“Well,” One of Tanjiro’s hands moved to the box of condoms that now lay beside the pair, “It’s my dick. Like it?” 

Plastic rustled, and Zenitsu’s breath stopped at those words. Wait. It’s too soon! Zenitsu felt tears build in his eyes once more, his fingers clutching even tighter to the fabric of Tanjiro’s suit.

Zenitsu’s head shook quickly, his lip trembled as he desperately tried to disarray Tanjiro’s intentions to destroy his ass.

“C-Come on, now! You… you’re surely joking, right?” The sentence ended in a low whimper, as if the prospect of fucking was absurd.

Tanjiro hummed, before tearing the plastic pink condom with his teeth—the sight was unfairly attractive. Zenitsu tried to get off the redhead’s lap, but the hand around his hip held him there tightly, almost painful.

Zenitsu gulped. “T-Tanjiro, please… I-It won’t fit. Really!” 

With the condom still in his mouth, Tanjiro merely hummed a tune as slender fingers now covered in lube—when did that happen!?–-began to prod at the blond’s entrance. Zenitsu nearly jumped a foot in the air at the cold intrusion.

“Don’t worry, it will fit. I simply need to stretch you out first, baby.” It was like talking to a brick wall. No matter what Zenitsu did or said, nothing will change Tanjiro’s mind. Zenitsu almost bawled at this realization.

Tanjiro’s finger pushed inside, slowly, into the heat of Zenitsu’s hole. Zenitsu shrieked, his spine straightened at the sheer burning from down there. Tanjiro hummed that same tune, like he was taking  a leisurely stroll in the park.

“I-It burns! P-please, nonono!” Zenitsu wailed, his head pressed against Tanjiro’s broad chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Salty tears slid down his cheeks. The finger only went deeper, its length entirely too much of a stretch.

Tanjiro giggled at the blond’s reaction. His dick twitched pleasantly at the feeling of how the blond’s walls felt around the finger. It was wet and warm. “You’re so tight,” Tanjiro’s grin grew coy. 

Then a second finger slid inside and it moved slightly to the right and left to stretch it. Zenitsu whined, feeling entirely embarrassed as he fully processed what was happening. After a moment or two–time felt strange with Tanjiro–the fingers crooked. It curved downwards, and it touched something to cause Zenitsu to let out a large sob.

“SHIT!” was all Zenitsu could yell before Tanjiro’s fingers abused that spot. His legs trembled and his spine arched as complete sparks of pure electricity hit him. It felt different from an orgasm—it felt as though pure lightning was covering him from head to toe.

Tanjiro’s soft tune became background noise as the sound of Squelch Squelch filled the room, the sound echoing off the white polished walls. “You should be more relaxed, baby. It would feel better. Yeah?”

The suggestion was really an order, but Zenitsu felt that it was impossible to relax as Tanjiro’s long fingers relentlessly went up and down in quick motions, each time hitting that one blissful spot. 

Zenitsu distantly felt a line of drool trail down his chin. 

“Mmph! Ah!” Zenitsu couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers that emerged from his throat. Each one screaming pornographic. Tanjiro’s fingernails scraped against the spot, causing Zenitsu to slump forward into the redhead’s chest, and he kept the same motion every time the fingers curved.

“Baby, you’re so adorable like this! I can feel your little trembling and I’m so happy that you’re all compliant now… I told you you would feel good, right? When am I ever wrong?”

The words held a slight edge, like Tanjiro was a little upset. His fingers began to be rougher and rougher and Zenitsu sobbed loudly. He could barely breathe. His breaths came too quick and his body wouldn’t stop curving like a cat from Tanjiro’s antics.

“However,” Zenitsu’s loud wail was heard when Tanjiro’s hand began to lightly stroke Zenitsu’s length, “I don’t appreciate being disobeyed… I told you to relax, didn’t I? Hm?” 

Zenitsu’s face was a mess of drool and snot and tears. It was entirely filthy but Tanjiro relished in it. The blond tried to speak, begging him to slow down, because he couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much, like the other times. All that came out was soft moans and cries.

His dick wept in agony as nails scraped against the sensitive skin on his head. His balls pulled tight, each movement caused Zenitsu to bounce uncontrollably. 

Tanjiro’s movements sped up, and his expression went entirely blank as he watched the perverted display in front of his eyes. Raking him up and down, eyeing the way his fingers be swallowed by Zenitsu’s hole.

It was perverted. Sleazy. The way lube and slick dripped down Zenitsu’s ass and covered the inside of his thighs, dampening Tanjiro’s pants.

 Zenitsu weaky cried as Tanjiro’s fingers were released from his hole, stopping the intense heat that lingered in Zenitsu’s bones.

Only to turn into a loud scream as Tanjiro’s dick thrusted inside, its size girthy and long. 

“Mmph!” Zenitsu felt like he’d vomit again as the feeling of full overwhelmed him.

Tanjiro sighed softly, his shoulders slumped an inch down. “There we go, baby.”

Zenitsu wouldn’t dare move. Long waves of pure electricity twitched his body even when he didn’t move. The dick lay pressed against his prostate. Zenitsu keened, his thighs trembled like no tomorrow.

“Now, you remember how I asked you to relax earlier, hm?” Tanjiro’s voice was pleasant and brushed past Zenitsu’s quivering ear. Zenitsu did not remember that. At all. 

How could he when he was being murdered with pleasure?

Tanjiro chuckled, as if reading the blond’s thoughts. His finger idly caressed Zenitsu’s thigh.

“You’re going to ride me. Move up and down. Chase your own pleasure, and if you stop…” Tanjiro’s smile went blank. “You’ll wish you would be dead by the time I’m done, baby.”

Zenitsu’s eyes were heavy-lidded and his throat felt slick with saliva, dripping in rows down his chin. 

“Do you understand, doll?”

The blond’s whimper echoed off the walls. His head began to shake no, but his body started to move up, only to impale himself. Zenitsu’s sobs were loud and ugly. He couldn’t do this. It was too much!

He wasn’t good at this like Tanjiro was. 

How was he being punished for being mind broken as Tanjiro purposely abused Zenitsu’s hyper-sensitive spot? Now, he was paying the price and the consequences seemed to loom over him like a guillotine.

After the first few motions, Zenitsu stuttered to a halt. His body felt alight with fire. 

“T-Too m..much…” Zenitsu garbled out, the words almost buried by heaps of spit. Tanjiro hummed, before his hands settled over the blond’s hips, lifting him up and slammed him down harshly. Zenitsu’s guttural scream was heard along with his wails and onset of apologies.

“I-I’wm sowwy!...” (I’m sorry!) Zenitsu couldn’t speak properly, his breaths hyperventilating. Tanjiro smiled, and lifted Zenitsu’s head up so he could see his face. 

Tanjiro giggled, his red eyes shining and narrowed and his skin was flushed a pretty pink. 

“You’re so cute! Zenitsu, let’s get married, okay?” 

Zenitsu could only let out a low whine of refusal at the redhead’s words. M-Married? Nono! 

Tanjiro’s only response was to plunge Zenitsu’s hole into the sharp curve of his dick. The feeling of being sucked inside the blond’s walls almost made him lose composure—but, this was a punishment for his darling, Zenitsu.

Zenitsu’s crying was reaching its breaking point. His brain was turning to mush. His body couldn’t control itself. Everything felt like a shock to his system. 

Suddenly, Tanjiro stood up, and Zenitsu scrambled to hold onto the man’s shoulders, sobbing as the intrusion impaled itself deep inside—right into his prostate. Each step bounced Zenitsu’s body unwillingly until his back hit a wall.

“Zenitsu… baby, you need to follow my instructions. Since you didn’t do it before, it only seemed fit for me to move us to a more… appropriate place. Hm?” Tanjiro’s voice was kind. Caring. Considerate. But the words themselves were a reason why this was happening. 

Now, Zenitsu must fuck himself onto a large cock and fucking choke on it.

“N-Noo…” Zenitsu whimpered, the sound rumbled low in his throat. He tried to inch away but it proved to be futile when he realized that there was only wall. 

Making another effort to escape, Zenitsu kicked against Tanjiro. His fists pounded weakly against the other’s chest. Tanjiro’s split second of surprise caused his grip to grow lax. 

Zenitsu felt his legs stand for a second, heavily leaning against the wall. He eagerly stepped two feet before his knees gave out and the bruising grip of Tanjiro’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in the air. Zenitsu kicked his legs helplessly, his arms flailing against the iron hold, struggling to break free.

A crack echoed in the room. Snap. Zenitsu screamed, bloodcurdling as Tanjiro’s shoe stomped with brick force onto Zenitsu’s ankle.

 “M-My-–” Zenitsu could only hyperventilate as the pain forced him to slump weakly in the redhead’s arms.

“Aw, baby… I made sure not to permanently damage your malleoli. However, if you pull that stunt again, I can’t promise it won’t happen,” Tanjiro said, his tone slightly cold at the edges underneath his cheery exterior.

Zenitsu sobbed, the sounds of it rough and broken. 

Tanjiro hummed as Zenitsu could only wail, watching the heaving movement on his chest with a smile. The blond’s helpless sobs seemed to echo in the desolate place. With a small breath, Tanjiro lifted Zenitsu against the wall, hovering above the redhead’s awaiting cock.

“P-Please… n-noo…” Zenitsu sniffled, bubbles of snot rolling down his chin. His mouth was trembling terribly and his eyes were wide with tears. Tanjiro titled his head, relishing the sight.

“Do you want me to break your leg, baby?”

The sudden question–absurd in all aspects–caused Zenitsu to wail even louder. He couldn’t even squirm away due to Tanjiro’s bruising hold. It was inescapable, allowing no movement. 

A rustle of motion was heard. Zenitsu’s vision was too blurry to see what it was, but as soon as Tanjiro opened the oak dresser to their right, it screamed bad news. 

A cold feeling of metal closed in a ring around his dick. Zenitsu froze, his wails stopping. He blinked at the new object. Wait–no, please… Zenitsu keened from the depths of his throat, shaking his head rapidly.

It was a cock cage.

Tanjiro’s smile turned slightly mad, his lips stretching too wide, while his red eyes nearly slitted. “It cost a pretty penny, but I always want the best for you. It’s so pretty, isn’t it?” One of Tanjiro’s slender fingers poked at Zenitsu’s hard cock, right on the head.

Zenitsu babbled apology after apology. He didn’t want this. No! He would rather get fucked in the ass. But to add a cock cage, the one object that forcefully halted his climax, to the mix? It made Zenitsu want to scream and cry with panic.

“Zenitsu, stop it with the meaningless apologies. I already have enough planned before I can forgive you for that heartbreaking stunt…” Tanjiro’s face went blank. No emotion shown and somehow, Zenitsu wanted to hide far, far away. 

The sight of it looked wrong. His cries turned hysterical and his fists clenched, nails digging into his palms in hopes to distract himself from the waves of pain circling around his ankle and cock.

Zenitsu’s head could only twist side to side with overwhelming force. His fear was too strong to register the change in Tanjiro’s face—a sharp twisted grin overtook it. 

Squelch. The blond gagged as Tanjiro’s large cock thrusted into his hole without warning. The dick was veiny and throbbing inside Zenitsu’s warm inner walls, causing the blond to jerk as though electrocuted.

Tanjiro sighed, his head tilted back slightly, the large twisted grin still on his face. Zenitsu couldn’t stop the horrified scream at the sight. 

Tanjiro was supposed to be the kind, caring, and nice gentleman at Kimetsu University. So why did he look like a monster hidden in perfect skin?

“I decided to not use any condoms…  After all, it’s only you and me, baby.” The words held a possessive, rough edge.

The abrupt movement of Tanjiro’s cock thrusting inside forced Zenitsu’s broken ankle to sway, sending waves of immense, ugly pain through the joint.

Zenitsu bit his lip to stop the shriek of pain from there. He didn’t want to show weakness, but the way his crying was only worsening…

“Mmph..! S-Stop—” The words were barely audible from his mouth. His body slumped heavily into Tanjiro’s creased suit, which was now stained with snot, tears, and spit from the blond. Zenitsu couldn’t take it. His hole nearly shrunk since he managed to escape before… that happened. He really was going to die. 

Tanjiro didn’t stop. He never did. His cock seemed to completely overwhelm Zenitsu’s prostate, each hardened thrust brutally hitting that spot, over, and over. Zenitsu couldn’t focus on anything except for the waves of pleasure and pain. His head bounced against Tanjiro’s suit, drool dripping from his lips in rows. 

Zenitsu’s ears were filled with an onslaught of squelch, fwop, squelch as Tanjiro’s thrusts quickened to an unbreakable pace. Tanjiro kept quiet as he now watched Zenitsu with a crazy grin, but his eyes were empty slits.

Bringgg!

Tanjiro blinked as his phone rang and buzzed beside the bed. Zenitsu was too blitzed out to process it through the brutal movements of Tanjiro’s cock plunging inside. The redhead forcefully guiding Zenitsu’s hips to meet the onslaught of each thrust.

“Huh… now, who could that be?” Tanjiro pondered, his movements never slowing down. “I should answer, hm?” Zenitsu whimpered loudly, his fingers digging into Tanjiro’s shoulders as the redhead carried him over to the bed, never pulling out as he picked up the smartphone.

If Zenitsu was able to fully gather his surroundings, the bitter reality of Tanjiro’s wealth would’ve hit him like a wave. The smartphone was entirely too expensive and it had a black case with a silver stud in the back. 

The text INOSUKE HASIBARA was displayed on the caller’s ID. 

Tanjiro smiled, though it spoke of no emotion. Just pure emptiness. A mask of the gentleman Tanjiro was in public. “Ah, Inosuke… the pig. I should've known since he’s the only one sane enough to call me at three in the morning.”

“Baby, be quiet when I’m on the phone, okay? It’s terrible manners if you are disruptive when someone is talking to you.” Tanjiro’s order was sweet, displaying how easily Tanjiro’s human mask slipped on.

More tears spilled over Zenitsu’s flushed cheeks. No, this can’t be real! How am I supposed to be quiet when this guy is butchering my prostate!? Tanjiro’s fingers prodded at the blond’s jaw, tilting his head to meet those empty, squinted eyes, but the coy grin was very visible.

Zenitsu choked back a sob, realizing that Tanjiro was fucking enjoying this. 

“KENTARO!” Inosuke’s yell rang over the line, some rustles of loud movements could be heard. Tanjiro’s expression didn’t change.

“Hello Inosuke, what’s up?” Tanjiro spoke, his voice transformed into a caring, easygoing tone. His thumb brushed the skin on Zenitsu’s quivering bottom lip. The sounds Fwop Fwop were distant compared to the loudness of their voices.

Inosuke’s brash laugh echoed in the desolate room. “Well, you know how at the club that squirt… what was it? Oh, Zanitzuo!” Inosuke let out a cruel chuckle, the sounds of pushing buttons passed. “—HE WAS SOO DRUNK! Bet he’d make a real nice fuck with those big brown eyes and barbie blonde hair.”

The crude comments washed over Zenitsu’s ears. What? This piece of shit… Wait, so does that mean Tanjiro’s group are all fucking psychos?!

“I think that I do recall escorting him out of the establishment… it rings a bell, yes.” Tanjiro’s words were sweet. Too sweet and too pure for this type of conversation. 

Tanjiro’s cock sharply impaled Zenitsu’s prostate, causing the blond to nearly shriek. His lower lip bled red as the sound came muffled. Empty eyes slid to Zenitsu’s wide shaking ones, a fingernail gently digging into the skin of his chin.

“Was there something you needed, Inosuke?” Tanjiro prompted, idly starting to walk out of the room, carrying the blond leisurely, phone to his ear. Zenitsu gulped as brutal waves of immense pleasure and ugly sharp jolts of pain washed over him at the movements.

Shit! His ankle hurt so bad. Zenitsu felt like he was going insane. His own cock was turning nearly purple as the trapped fluid threatened to burst past the metal. The blond tried to push Tanjiro away in hopes of causing his walking to stop, but Tanjiro flat out ignored him.

The sounds of his footsteps and the horrible wet sound of skin slapping echoed in the white hallway.

Zenitsu squeezed his eyes shut, before flinching as a nail lightly scratched his chin, just enough to cause a sharp pinch of pain. He could hear Inosuke shuffling around over the phone, the terrible disgusting sounds of his chewing—chips? Doritos, maybe?—made his ears twitch with displeasure.

“As much as I’d love a piece of that ass, he’s all yours, dude. Personally, I prefer big boobs and a small ass, y’know? Like Aoi Kanzaki. Lord knows how many times I’ve dreamt of that beaut!” Inosuke continued talking about people like objects, just like Tanjiro seemed to treat him now.

Aoi Kanzaki. A smart strict and almost as brash girl, as Inosuke was, but the only interaction Zenitsu and her had was when she glanced away with a curled lip as he was fishing his textbooks out of the school’s pond.

Zenitsu remembered feeling anger at the pitied and scornful look–what good does it do her to act in such a egotistical way? Maybe she should have been the one on her knees, meekly picking up her perfectly organized notes—

Tanjiro hummed, the sound accommodating to the crude words of the brash guy. How could Inosuke not hear the loud, awfully embarrassing sounds of sex over the phone? Or, did Tanjiro go around?

Zenitsu shivered as they emerged into a wide, spacious kitchen. The cabinets were painted a pure white, polished quartz shining over the floor, and two sleek refrigerators between the counters.

“You and Aoi-san would make a lovely couple. You’re both similar, but she’d definitely do you some good, Inosuke,” the tone was sweet, but the look on Tanjiro’s face was pure emptiness. Boredom.

No, it’s like he didn’t care about anything happening outside of this kitchen. The phone call, Inosuke, the entire university—it was all completely meaningless background noise compared to the trembling blond trapped against his chest.

 Tanjiro’s fingers gripped Zenitsu’s jaw and he felt the soft, wet, almost chapped lips covered his. 

Zenitsu couldn’t breathe. Tanjiro’s thrusts quickened and somehow sharpened, Zenitsu felt the rim of his hole being brutally stretched as the cock went inside and out again. A tiny, meek whimper escaped his throat.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, the color completely draining from his flushed face until it turned a stark, sickly white. 

SHIT! 

“Ugh! I have to go now, bro. I’ll talk to you whenever, gotta get some shut eye… my grades this semester are fucking flunking.” Inosuke abruptly hung up the phone, not giving Tanjiro the chance to reply. 

A moment of silence passed by and Tanjiro placed the phone on a nearby counter. Finally, Tanjiro’s lips went away, but not before licking the blood off Zenitsu’s lips and chin. The blond’s eyes squeezed shut as the wet tongue wiped over it. 

“Baby, you did a fantastic job keeping quiet! But…” Tanjiro’s smile was clipped back to his handsome, almost sweaty face. Zenitsu tried to brace himself for the next sentence, dreading it. “You let a cute, oh, so very precious, sound out of your mouth. On the phone, when Inosuke and I were speaking.”

Tanjiro tutted, his tone disappointed. 

Zenitsu whined, his eyes growing heavy-lidded and his throat parched as the cruel words washed over him. Tanjiro’s dick was too big, too long, too there. Zenitsu needed to cum, the pressure already entirely unbearable now.

“T-Tanjiro…” Zenitsu’s words broke off into a weak, dry cough. Tanjiro cooed, the hand on his jaw rubbing the skin gently, a complete contrast to the nails digging into it earlier. 

“Say, do you think that just anyone can hear those sounds out of your cute little mouth? I don’t like it already that you’ve been freely roaming around, so naive and so helpless, and now that I have you…” 

Tanjiro’s words were implemented by a sharp brutal thrust. Zenitsu’s body arched like a cat, his tongue peeking out of his lips. He couldn’t move or even reply. Drool covered his chin and chest now, a thin string of saliva slid down to his perky, pink nipple.

“Baby, I don’t appreciate you talking to anyone else. Even looking at them makes me want to do terrible things—–if it weren’t for my patience…” Tanjiro’s words trailed off, a worried smile plastered to his face.

Tanjiro sighed. “Honestly, you should be grateful I’m so patient with you.”

All while Zenitsu choked and moaned, his mouth dropping open as Tanjiro’s cock seemed to grow bigger. 

“Ahh! T-Tanji—” 

Tanjiro hummed, his movements slamming into Zenitsu’s small hole nonstop. 

“Don’t speak. Not yet, baby.”

Suddenly, his hips stilled. Zenitsu choked, tears streaming down his face once more. Zenitsu tried to hump back down, already addicted to the overwhelming pleasure buzzing underneath his skin. His eyes trailed down to his locked length, the trapped member terribly hard and purple at the head.

Zenitsu’s fingers scrambled frantically over the metal cage, desperate to find anything that would release the trapped fluid inside. He whimpered distraught, his lips quivering and his brows furrowed. 

Tanjiro merely watched, smiling. 

“It has a touch ID transferred into it. Partly the main reason why it cost a pretty penny, hm? Now… you’re going to stay still. No humping, no squirming, and no trick on trying to get me to loosen my grip. That won’t happen again.”

In a fit of helplessness, a wave of burning ire crawled out of Zenitsu’s throat. “Y-You’re such an asshole! A psychopath! How does no one know y-your true nature, huh!? Let me g-go, already! I’m DONE!”

Zenitsu’s words were harsh and the sound bounced off the sleek white walls. His frantic outcry was emphasized by the relentless tugging at the cock cage and how he had tried to lift his hips off the large dick, ignoring the flinch as it moved his ankle. 

The only sound was from Zenitsu’s frantic tugging and crying whines. 

“C-Come on… !” He wailed, stretching the end of the word. The cock cage didn’t budge. It only made his own cock twitch as beads of pre cum trailed down. 

Tanjiro walked to sit on a chair, the blond bouncing with each step, screaming. 

“N-No! You can’t m-make me!”

Slap.

Zenitsu’s shrill shriek echoed as Tanjiro’s hand smacked his ass, plunging his length even deeper inside. It burned. A second slap marked the same cheek. 

“Now, tell me, what did I say, baby?” Each word came with a quick, devastating strike. Zenitsu wailed as the pain intensified in his ankle and now on his ass. 

“Zenitsu.”

“I-I’m SORRY–!” The blond’s words cut off into a wail as hits rained down relentlessly, each one getting more and more brutal.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Tanjiro’s voice was ice-cold. His smile was blank, his eyes dark with pure, cutting scorn. Zenitsu couldn’t bear to see that look. No, no, no. It reminded him of all those times Kaigaku—

A leg brushed against his broken ankle. Zenitsu’s body locked up. 

Tanjiro’s breath was heavy, his hand moved to gently stroke the heat radiating from Zenitsu’s stung backside lightly, and then squeezed it, moving his fingers to trace where their bodies joined, ensuring Zenitsu felt every bit of his absolute fullness, ignoring the blond’s soft cries.

“You’re going to warm my cock. Like I told you before, you’re not going to squirm, move, or speak now. Sadly, your words were very cruel —not like it mattered to me— but you need to know how to control yourself, baby.”

Zenitsu didn’t respond, only burying his head into the redhead’s chest. His face burned as the burning reality of the discipline settled in. His ass throbbed with heat and Tanjiro’s length stayed pressed against his prostate, causing his limbs to spasm uncontrollably.

Tanjiro cooed, looking down at the pitiful sight. As he rubbed Zenitsu’s blond wet locks, he reached over for his laptop on the counter, where he left it a few nights before. Zenitsu’s panting could be heard when the sudden stretch of Tanjiro’s arm only buried his cock deeper.

As a few moments passed with the keys of Tanjiro typing on the expensive macbook, Zenitsu’s whine built to a desperate wail. He needed to pee! This is so fucking embarrassing…! Zenitsu’s legs twitched, the ankle throbbed once more.

Tanjiro kept on typing, humming a soft tune. 

“T-Tanjiro… I-I need to… pee.” Zenitsu finally mumbled, the word ‘pee’ trailing off into nearly a whisper. 

“What’s stopping you, baby?”

Zenitsu gaped, disbelief clogging his throat at the dismissal. 

One of Tanjiro’s hands inched down to Zenitsu’s small, trapped cock, lightly stroking it. Zenitsu couldn’t help the squirm and cry that came from inside him. His head shook rapidly, feeling the sensation of Tanjiro’s slender fingers gaining pace.

But he couldn’t cum—so how the hell would he pee? The sudden realization made Zenitsu’s eyes wet again, dripping down to his chest, where his head still lay hidden from view.

“P-Please! It’s urgent…! Please, T-Tanjiro!” Zenitsu strained out, his tone whiny. 

Tanjiro’s fingers kept their pace, a thumb digging into the split where beads of pre-cum gathered. Zenitsu whimpered, his mouth forming an ‘o’. It felt too good. Why? 

“Mmph! P-Please–”

“Beg. You can do it better than that. Like when you had to beg our math instructor for that assignment extension last semester. You remember how polite you were then, don’t you, baby?”

Tanjiro softly sighed as his fingers tightened around Zenitsu’s trapped cock. “After witnessing that, I wanted to drag you into the abandoned classroom on the third floor and fuck you till you couldn’t move. I waited, and waited… now, it’s all paying off.”

The redhead’s dick seemed to press tighter against Zenitsu’s sweet spot. 

Zenitsu wailed, heaving frantically. His breaths cut short. 

“I-I-” he swallowed thickly “—T-Tanjiro, please… mmmph, please u-unlock the—the cage! I need to go… please, please, please!” 

Pleas fell from the blond’s lips, each one nearly slurring in desperate panic.

 Tanjiro’s left hand continued typing while his right kept wrapped around Zenitsu’s length, his stroking gradually building more friction.

When Zenitsu’s eyes grew heavy as he was forced to endure the overstimulating waves crashing over him, a small beep echoed and then his world turned white.

The sounds of water swishing came over his ears. Distantly, he felt a firm, broad chest against his back, warm water encasing his body like a wet blanket. 

But the feeling of full was still present. 

Zenitsu whimpered weakly as soapy hands skimmed the surface of his chest and belly, the fingers stroking small soothing circles on his stomach. He gasped when they pressed down against where the length still lay inside. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m glad to see you’ve awakened. I was surprised you lasted so long! When you soiled yourself earlier, you fell asleep. Now, we’re bathing like a married couple.” Tanjiro giggled, his arms wrapped around Zenitsu’s waist, lightly caressing the blond’s tummy.

“Mmh… I-I’m sorry. I probably… ruined your clothes,” Zenitsu’s words were slow, and the apology stumbled out of his mouth. He hoped he didn’t have to pay for the damages.

Tanjiro cooed, “Look at you! So cute—I could just eat you up.” 

Zenitsu had a feeling he wasn’t merely saying those words. Tanjiro’s fingers kept brushing against the bulge in his stomach, causing small whines as overwhelming electricity kept shocking him each time.

“T-Tanjiro…” Zenitsu hissed, his body trembling. Tanjiro gathered more soap into his hands and reached down his ass, cleaning it gently around his own dick. The blond flushed bright red at the intrusive feeling.

“Okay, I think we’re good, baby.”

And with that, Tanjiro suddenly lifted Zenitsu into the air, exposing him to the sudden chilly air of the bathroom. Zenitsu’s hands scrambled to hold onto the redhead’s arms, his legs dangling. The ankle bloomed purple and hung limp.

The pain was manageable, barely noticeable. 

“I gave you a dose of metamorphin for the pain. I’ll wrap it soon, dear,” Tanjiro stated, his tone light and sweet. It raised alarm bells in Zenitsu’s brain—He’s planning something, for sure! 

Tanjiro stepped out of the tub, careful not to drop the blond, his arms locked tight around his waist and underneath his thighs. There was a fuzzy blue rug where he stood and two large towels nearby within reach. 

Yet, there were no clothes set out in the white spacious bathroom.

Zenitsu shivered as a light breeze from the AC drifted through the space. Tanjiro’s cock thrusted upward suddenly, hitting his swollen sweet spot. 

“Ah!—fuck!” Zenitsu whimpered, his lips trembling. His toes curled as the immense wave of pleasure rushed through him.

Tanjiro hummed, a handsome smile on his face. His normally gelled-back hair now hung low on his forehead, making his features stand out starkly. Zenitsu tried not to cry as he realized how utterly gorgeous the redhead was.

While he… he had light stretchmarks from growing too quickly and light acne scars from his acne-prone teenage years. Why go for him? Why not someone more desirable—he’s seen Kanao Tsyuri cling to Tanjiro like a bee to honey. 

With Kanao’s perfect features—high cheekbones, long slender bare legs, good-sized chest, and sleek, dark hair… And she was always perfectly assembled. Many guys on campus wanted to date her. Marry her, even. She was the perfect candidate for the wealthy, rich Kamado family.

Zenitsu squeaked as a warm fluffy towel wrapped around his torso. Tanjiro smiled fondly at the cute sight. One hand lay to rest underneath Zenitsu’s butt, while the other began to softly dry the blond’s skin. 

“Someday, when we’re married and have beautiful children… you will be so lovely to our kids. You have a maternal instinct, baby. Absolutely perfect. You’re all mine, mine, mine…” Tanjiro pressed kisses to Zenitsu’s face – his cheeks, forehead, and lips, adoring the small whines at the affectionate action from the blond.

Zenitsu huffed as the towel rubbed against his skin, feeling like a cloud. It felt good, if it weren’t for the fact that his entire body trembled as pure electric shocks made him whimper and moan as Tanjiro’s length ground against his prostate. 

“Tanjiro… p-please… it’s too much,” Zenitsu’s eyes teared up again. The overwhelming pleasure didn’t allow the blond to think about Tanjiro’s words about their domestic future. 

All that mattered was that he felt too full.

He didn’t think he could eat anything again after tonight…

“You can handle it,” was all Tanjiro said, cuddling the blond against his bare, firm chest. Zenitsu’s bottom lip stuck out into a pout at the dismissal. 

Tanjiro rubbed Zenitsu’s wet hair, making sure to firmly dry it enough so that it didn’t drip. “I’ll let it air dry… I’m curious about how it would look, hehe,” he giggled, his white teeth perfectly showing. 

Zenitsu merely shrugged, liking the way the slender fingers lightly brushed against his scalp. He sighed softly, his eyes nearly closing once more. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tanjiro tutted, “Don’t fall asleep now, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.”

Zenitsu’s lip quivered. All he wanted to do was sleep, exhaustion clinging to his eyelids. He had no clue about how the redhead seemed to be wide awake. It must’ve been in the early hours of the morning by now.

Tanjiro cooed softly. “You’ll sleep soon, all snuggly and cozy…”

Then they exited the bathroom, with a towel hanging around Tanjiro’s neck and entered the same spacious bedroom from before. It was clean, though the air smelled faintly of sex.

Tanjiro gently placed Zenitsu on the edge of the bed, whose eyes remained heavy, nearly slitted. Zenitsu whimpered loudly as Tanjiro’s length slowly slid out from his stretched, gaping hole.  Squelch. Cum began to drip from the sides, painting it a lewd image.

Zenitsu didn’t remember Tanjiro cumming earlier. Did it happen when he fell asleep? No wonder he felt so full… the bulge in his stomach was still present, if only smaller. He jolted when a slender finger prodded at the puffy rim, playfully swirling inside. 

“Mmph...” Zenitsu covered his face, the sight of Tanjiro gazing down at the mess down there made him feel embarrassed. He looked like a slut, he knew. Then a shuffle was heard and Zenitsu peeked one eye open and blinked at the sight of Tanjiro on his knees right before his dripping swollen hole.

The man’s fingers kept their ministrations of poking and teasing it. Two fingers joined now, stretching it open, and Zenitsu shivered as cool air drifted inside.

“T-Tanjiro… what are you d-doing…?” 

Zenitsu cried out sharply when a wet, slimy tongue broadly licked the rim’s exterior once. His hips jerked up, sliding away from it. Only for a firm hand to grip his thighs, locking him in place.

Shit, shit, shit! This is what he meant by surprise?!

More broad swipes of Tanjiro’s tongue circled around the rim, never going inside. Zenitsu’s thighs shook as he heard the lewd, slurping noises from the redhead’s end. 

“T-Tanjiro!” Zenitsu whined when two slender fingers stretched out the sides of his hole, holding it open even more. Distantly, he felt the way his rim clenched around nothing but air. 

Slowly, Tanjiro’s long wet tongue slowly slid inside, the muscles of Zenitsu’s inner walls clenched uncontrollably at the intrusion. Zenitsu’s loud moan echoed in the air as Tanjiro’s tongue thrust itself inside, swirling deeply before withdrawing only to repeat the process.

Zenitsu squirmed wildly, his face flushed bright red and his eyes heavy-lidded as the pleasure grew in his belly. Liquid sloshed around in the depths of his stomach. Tanjiro moaned as he devoured Zenitsu’s ass like eating his favorite dessert.

Tanjiro’s rough hands moved Zenitsu’s hips up and down to meet his tongue. Zenitsu’s whimpers were loud as his thighs twitched violently, his small hard cock bobbled against his stomach with each shift. 

This is so fucking embarrassing. Isn’t there cum still inside? Is that why Tanjiro’s tongue is sliding in no problem? Ugh, he’s using my body like a fucktoy! It can’t be that good!

“You taste so fucking delicious, baby…” his words vibrated against Zenitsu’s stretched, puffy hole. “I’m looking forward to this every day when I get off work…” he groaned, the sound making Zenitsu whine.

“I-I can’t do th-this every day!” Zenitsu pleaded, tears streaming down his face as the thick tongue thrust even deeper each time. It felt like he was going to cum soon, and he felt utterly thankful that that stupid cock cage was no more.

Zenitsu’s hand weakly inched to grab at his length, wanting more friction. He needed it. So much that he felt it in his bones. But as he barely grabbed the small dick, a firm hand pulled his wrist away,  while another pinned his opposite arm down beside his sides. Yet Tanjiro still, somehow, slid Zenitsu’s hips to meet his tongue.

The blond wailed as this time, the tongue dived into the sweet spot. Fuck! 

Zenitsu wouldn’t survive this. He just wouldn’t!

The sharp sob seemed like it broke a dam inside Tanjiro’s teasing pace. Now, the tongue brutally slammed inside and his head swerved for a deeper angle, hitting Zenitsu’s prostate repeatedly. 

Squelch, fwop, squelch. The sounds were never ending in the spacious space. Tanjiro’s breath tickled the light bush of yellow hair near his hole each time he dove inside.

“T-TANJIRO! P-PLEASE–” 

“Stop moving, baby.”

Zenitsu couldn’t help but squirm as the onslaught of the wet, slimy tongue penetrated his most sensitive spot with precision and speed. 

“Mmph!... Ha!” Zenitsu’s whimpers were loud and lewd, fingers twitching, and his body shook as overwhelming numbing pleasure eroded him in waves.

Drool trailed down his chin, his tongue poked out over his lip, and his mind was a complete mess. Zenitsu could only take it as Tanjiro’s tongue grew more and more relentless.

Then Zenitsu felt his walls clench tightly as a long, staggering heat crashed over him. He sobbed as Tanjiro’s hold tightened bruisingly as the blond tried to squirm away, hoping to relieve the immense pleasure that felt never-ending.

His own dick could only twitch violently, no more liquid could be released, as he was bled dry. Zenitsu’s toes curled in the air, trembling and his thighs squeezed Tanjiro’s head, who was still brutally thrusting his tongue inside with vigor, slurping up every slick of cum that remained.

“T-Tanji… please…” the blonde whined, “No more, no more, mm…”

Tanjiro stilled, his tongue slid out from the blond’s soaked hole, the sound plop burned Zenitsu’s ears more. Then, red eyes fixated on his own, unblinking. Tanjiro’s lips and chin were wet and glistening with his own saliva and slick.

“What did you call me?” Tanjiro’s voice was deep and low, his eyes were wide and his mouth was parted open. A red blush flushed on his perfect face. How could he still look so unfairly handsome after such activities!?

His frantic thoughts scattered the moment Tanjiro asked the question. The absolute, predatory stillness of Tanjiro’s posture made Zenitsu shrink, his head burying into the side of the red cover.

Zenitsu whimpered weakly, his body trembling as he tried to squirm away from the sharp, hungry gaze on his form. A soft rustle of movement was heard and the bed dipped as Tanjiro crawled over Zenitsu’s trembling body, still thoroughly undone by the consuming pleasure a few moments prior.

“Baby, tell me,” Tanjiro ordered, his voice was sweet but edged with an intensity that made Zenitsu’s eyes gather with tears. His wet slender fingers grabbed Zenitsu’s face, forcing eye contact as Tanjiro leaned impossibly closer, their noses brushing against each other. 

Zenitsu whined, his lip trembling. 

Tanjiro smiled, his eyes blank. His thumb lightly rubbed the blond’s chin in circular motions. “Come on, baby… tell me and I’ll maybe let you off easy.” 

With those words, Zenitsu’s eyes widened, his body trembled even harder as he bit his lip to stop the sheer, hysterical whine that threatened to emerge, and could only stare as Tanjiro followed the movement. 

Shit, shit, shit. He’s terrifying! 

“Uhm… T-Tanji?” Zenitsu weakly murmured, a flush settled on his cheeks. Tanjiro cooed, one of his hands traced down the blond’s damp skin until it tightly gripped Zenitsu’s small, limp dick.

“Mmph–!” Zenitsu’s moan was muffled by the force of his bitten lip. “Y-You said that you would…” he cried as the fingers stroked his limp length, fast and rough. “I can’t—I can’t!”

Tanjiro’s lips crashed over his, hunger evident in the way he bit Zenitsu’s bottom lip sharply, and immediately diving his wet, soft tongue inside, swallowing the blond’s whole. The slimy tongue invaded with bruising force, completely dominating his helpless, trembling tongue. 

Small moans and whimpers overflowed from between them, Zenitsu’s eyes rolled back as Tanjiro’s tongue slid over the roof of his mouth until it reached the depths of his throat. 

This… this is different from the earlier kisses. This time he truly can’t breathe, let alone move from Tanjiro’s heavy tongue. Is this what cum tastes like? It’s so salty, but sweet… Fuck, he’s going to…

Zenitsu’s body shook vehemently as his dick could only twitch, small beads of liquid trailing down Tanjiro’s relentless hand. Whining, Zenitsu tried to push against Tanjiro’s broad chest, the muscles nearly bulging against his soft fingertips.

“... B-Breath… p-please…” Zenitsu managed to whisper whimpering, as Tanjiro broadly licked the back of the teeth before sweeping rough under his tongue.  

Tanjiro gave one last lick, then slowly inched away. His red eyes bored into Zenitsu’s, the gazes completely locked as saliva covered Zenitsu’s chin, eyes half-lidded.

Deep heaving pants escaped Zenitsu’s mouth, his chest rapidly moving. 

“I could fuck you raw open now, baby. You already can’t walk for about… Two weeks now from both my dick and that ankle of yours. You’re testing my limits.” Tanjiro’s red eyes turned dark with desire, and his lips quirked into a possessive, dangerous smile.

“Wh-What?...”

Tanjiro tilted his head, wearing a wide, curved unsettling grin. “Zenitsu, did you think you could leave after tonight? Do you know how long I fucking waited for this? To ravish you? Break you? Oh, you should’ve seen your face tonight as I broke your ankle… when you were forced to endure my cock wrecking your small, tight hole… as you shook and screamed as I spanked your cute little ass. I’ve been so fucking hard. So patient, honestly.

“When that pig called me and when I looked at how devastated your expression was, all snot and saliva mixed with those pretty pathetic tears… God, it made me want to bend you over and take you like an animal. I recall thinking: ‘He was so fucking right about that ass, it’s so tight.’ just as your little hole kept swallowing me up and sucking me in. Baby, you have no idea how sexy you are… you’re such a slut.”

Zenitsu could only tremble as Tanjiro shifted his weight, intentionally pressing his thick, rock-hard erection right against the blond’s highly sensitive, overstimulated thigh. The raw heat of it sent a shiver of pure terror down Zenitsu’s spine, realizing with absolute certainty that the redhead wasn’t done with him. Not even close.

“W-Wait… you have to be j-joking, Tanjiro.” Zenitsu gave a weak chuckle, his glassy eyes darting frantically in sheer, suffocating terror at Tanjiro’s words. 

The wide, unsettling grin vanished from Tanjiro’s face so fast that the air in the room turn entirely freezing. His features went completely dead, a blank, glassy stare boring into Zenitsu that made the blond’s trembling chuckle die in his throat.

Shit. Nonono!
A suffocating looming silence stretched between them for a terrifying heartbeat—before a low, soft chuckle rumbled from the redhead’s chest. 

Tanjiro leaned down until his lips brushed against Zenitsu’s tear-stained ear, shifting his full weight forward to grind his thick, unyielding length deliberately harder into Zenitsu’s trembling inner thigh, close to his half-hardened cock. 

Zenitsu whined low, like a pathetic animal caught in a trap.

“Do I look like I’m joking, baby?” Tanjiro whispered, his hot breath fanning across the blond’s skin. “I told you… I’ve been so fucking patient. And you’re not going anywhere.”

Squelch.

Zenitsu’s scream tore out of his raspy throat. Tanjiro’s cock plunged right inside his swollen, wet hole. He didn’t even give the blond time to adjust, thrusting at a rapid, brutal pace. Tanjiro chuckled, the sound too wrong as Zenitsu could only choke out a cry when his prostate throbbed.

“I-I’m… too s-sore…!” Zenitsu’s voice was wet and thin. Too much, too much, too much!

Zenitsu cries were raw and uneven, his body violently brushing against the soft covers underneath him as Tanjiro’s thrusts never stuttered, making the bed creak. His eyes were tightly shut. 

In an abrupt motion, Zenitsu managed to twist and crawl away on the bed, trying to end the overwhelming brutality Tanjiro wreaked over him. His fingers weakly grasped the covers, shoving his face down flat into the mattress, weakly moving his body further inside the bed, anywhere but here. 

He can’t–it’s too much. He’ll– 

Tanjiro simply gripped his hips, roughly dragged him back down, his cock impaling him once more as the blond shrieked loudly. Tanjiro twisted Zenitsu’s front to face his own, not giving him the chance to hide. Then, he grabbed Zenitsu’s broken, swollen ankle and tossed it over a broad, firm shoulder. 

Zenitsu’s animalistic cry echoed through the walls of the apartment. 

  “Ah… You’re so fucking tight. Your hole keeps pulling me back in, yet you seem to keep crawling away. It was adorable how you tried to hide your face in the mattress, but I prefer seeing you while my cock breaks you open.

“Say, do you think if I thrust hard enough, you’ll become pregnant? Man, just thinking about your tummy being filled with children…” Zenitsu’s broken cries intensified as the redhead tested his words.

“Well, regardless… you’re not leaving, baby. If you try to leave me, I’ll break your fucking legs, lock you in this room, and every day you will just… exist!” A chilling laughter echoed in Zenitsu’s ears far away.

Sluchk. Smack.

Tanjiro didn’t let up for a single heartbeat, his relentless pace driving Zenitsu’s completely off the edge. 

Then Zenitsu felt liquid burst out of his twitching, spent cock, mixing with beads of pre-cum. 

D-Did I just–

“Holy fuck, you just peed, baby!” Tanjiro’s sinister laughter echoed off the walls. Zenitsu let out a devastating whimper, turning his head to the side, his face flushed bright red. 

This is a nightmare. This isn’t real. No, no, no!

Yet the bruising thrusts of Tanjiro’s length were neverending, Zenitsu’s broken wails and moans turned to background noise.

Suddenly, Zenitsu was overloaded as strings of thick, hot fluid flooded into his hole. He felt sick. Full. Too full. Tanjiro groaned low, grinding his cock further inside, making sure his spent stayed buried. 

Zenitsu keened as a sharp pain flashed on his left shoulder, teeth bared into the skin. Red drips of blood trailed down his collarbone, and then Tanjiro pulled away, licking his bottom lip marked with Zenitsu’s blood.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine. Mine, mine, mine. If anyone tries to take you away…” Tanjiro’s voice was light, but the promise of a dark threat weighed heavy over Zenitsu’s weak form.

The blond whimpered as Tanjiro carried Zenitsu further up the soft, now dampened mattress, flopping him helplessly against the pillows. Zenitsu weakly turned away, shaking as electric shocks washed over him, his body straight as a rod.

“No, no, baby. Come here.” The redhead giggled, pulling the blond into his sweaty chest, smiling as his cock plunged deeper inside, overstimulating the swollen, gently numbing prostate. 

“Gah!” Zenitsu gagged, spit drooling down his jaw. 

Tanjiro’s arms locked around his waist, singing that same soft tune.

Zenitsu’s eyes slid shut, exhaustion dragged him to the depths of pitch darkness.

The sounds of birds singing bloomed through Zenitsu’s consciousness. Streaks of white light peeked out of soft blue curtains, one of the lines stubbornly stayed glued to Zenitsu’s face, who turned away, weakly groaning.

Soft humming filled Zenitsu's bedroom, which was weird, because he could’ve sworn he lived alone in a tiny room.

“Baby, wake up. We need to go soon, my dear,” a low, attractive voice caused Zenitsu’s eyes to slowly open, blinking once and then twice to avoid the sudden light blinding him.

Tanjiro appeared, crouched over him with a gentle smile. His suit crisp and a black tie lay against another shade of black and white. Hair neatly and perfectly styled, marking his eyes to be vibrantly red and lips smooth.

What? Why is Tanjiro Kamado in my room? And why is he looking at me like that? 

Zenitsu nearly jumped as a soft hand buried itself in his hair, Tanjiro’s slender fingers gently scratching the scalp. The blond slumped in the comfortable pillows and soft blankets with an relaxed expression.

Tanjiro cooed at Zenitsu’s reaction. “My love, as much as I want to cuddle you and kiss you all day, people are waiting…” Zenitsu let out a slurred whine as firm, strong arms lifted him easily into Tanjiro’s arms, who carried him straight into the bathroom.

Noo… I want to sleep…

Zenitsu licked his chapped lips as Tanjiro gently placed him in the warm water. The sound of it sloshing over his skin was a welcome to his ears. Suddenly, water poured over his head, causing him to lightly choke.

His eyes blinked wide. His lips formed an irritated pout as Tanjiro’s soft hands threaded and soaped his blond locks with vigorous motions, his heads swishing back and forth. 

This feels nice… but why is this happening? Last night…

Zenitsu felt his hole throb lightly and his wrapped ankle was held above the water on the edge of the big, white tub. When did his ankle get treated? Strangely, it didn’t hurt, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to walk well on it.

“You’re so adorable in the morning, darling. The way your brows furrow before you wake up, and the small yawns… oh, our life will be so extraordinary from now on.”

The blond didn’t reply, knowing that he didn’t need to, and the words would’ve been a flat out refusal. Refusals don’t end well with Tanjiro. Zenitsu couldn’t even leave. Regrettably, last night his rent had been due, and his landlord was strict—no pay, no stay.

It’s not as if Zenitsu had anything special there.

By now, judging by the sun streaming through the windows, the place was most likely emptied.

Distantly, he wondered if Tanjiro planned this knowing that Zenitsu was about to be evicted? The blond made a hasty decision to spend all of his money – none of which would have covered food anyway –  knowing that it was inevitable he’d end up on the streets.

He ignored the small pang in his chest at the turn of events.

Was it better for him to be here? Tanjiro… he had revealed a lot of sides last night, terrifying ones, but he was also the one to show such kindness and care. No one took care of him like that. Not since his gramps, and that was years ago.

When he was lost in his thoughts, Tanjiro had finished bathing him. Zenitsu felt clean, experiencing a wave of  sheer relief now that the smell of sex and other fluids was finally gone. 

“T-Thank you…” Zenitsu said, his voice low with slight strain. His vocal cords must’ve been torn from all of his yelling and crying from before.

Tanjiro hummed, his hands moving gently to dry the blond’s locks, and then his body. Zenitsu’s face burned when a hand lingered a second too long against his ass. “You’re welcome, baby—I love doing this. It’s such a treat for me.”

Once he was dry and warm, Tanjiro swiftly carried him bridal-style, the blond’s legs draped over one strong arm while the other lay across his bruised back. Zenitsu’s gaze settled on his small clutched fingers that were intertwined in his lap.

“Now, you should wear something cute but comfortable. Luckily, I bought some outfits I thought would look nice on you,” Left with no choice, Zenitsu let himself be dressed, passively turning and moving to Tanjiro’s liking.

When Zenitsu looked in the mirror, he saw that his outfit was cute and suited him perfectly: a white embroidered sweater, with a blue collar, and light beige trousers with white dress shoes.

His locks were soft and lucious and crossed over his wide, slightly swollen, honey-brown eyes. In the bathroom, Tanjiro had gently rubbed lotion and sunscreen over his skin and face. The lotion smelled of brisk honey.

“So cute! Let’s go, hm?”

Zenitsu clutched onto his arm, leaning heavily on the redhead. 

This is for the best. Right?