[WARNING]: Rough sex in this one. There is absolutely still consent. Please skip it if needed. You can pick up on chapter "Scars" without missing any plot. 

Warnings: rough, bondage, blindfold, orgasm denial.

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Warth buzzed across Violet, her whole body seeping in the comfort. It dropped deeper than physical, dousing her soul in happiness and pleasant relaxation. The sound of someone's soft breathing began to pull her from her half-conscious, drowsy mind.

As her vision focused, the pale cream wall with a touch of yellow came into view. The door to Hisoka's bedroom remained ajar, and she saw sunlight welcoming the day bouncing off the dark brown tiles. Vanilla and hints of sweetness beckoned her good morning. She smiled, remembering the conversation the night before and his gentle touch, helping her through the nightmare brought on by the sight of the bounty hunter's knuckle dusters.

Comfort embraced her as her head rose and fell with the movement of his chest. If only every interaction were as soft. But then, wouldn't we just get bored with one another? Half the fun of being around you is the unknown reaction. So long as you don't take it too far.

She couldn't deny the line of what was too far and what she enjoyed had shifted. He'd already taught her more than she'd dreamed in and outside the bedroom. His breathing continued in a deep and rhythmic way. It was the first she'd ever really seen him asleep.

Slowly, she shifted her position away from his body. Thankfully, his arms weren't attached to any piece of her body, allowing her to move away without disturbing the sleeping lion. His red hair shone with bright highlights and dark, almost black strands, but the deep red couldn't be outdone. It softly cascaded along his face and just touched his shoulders. One arm remained at his side, the one she slept nestled within through the night, while the other bent and rested above his head.

Smiling, her heart softened in a way her mind knew wasn't worthy of the magician. She sighed, unable to deny the shift. But home called, and so did the meeting in Yorknew. Pain prickled at the thought of never seeing him again. But bounty hunters presented an issue with her staying in Heaven's Arena; disappearing into the world of the Five Nations couldn't be put off.

Her lips shifted into a devilish grin. Let's see how sneaky I can be. You like that, right?

The plan could fail, but she found herself excited to play the game regardless. He was a highly honed predator through and through. Predators acted instinctively to certain stimuli; quick, jerky movements were one of them. Thus, she didn't activate her Zetsu in case the sudden change caused him to alarm into action.

Stealth skills were something she prided herself upon. How far could she push this around the magician? She'd have the answer soon. Backing away with care, she reached the end of the bed and the hard part: leaving the bed.

She controlled her breathing and kept careful watch of Hisoka's movements. His chest continued to move up and down, and the sheets wrapped around his lower hip. The pink night shirt had run up and revealed a glimpse of his toned abdominal muscles. She swallowed while checking herself for staring motionless. The sun gave his form a soft glow, burning a slight reddened-orange halo around him and the blue sheets. There was no denying her attraction, physically and otherwise to Hisoka.

Bracing her weight on her arms, she dropped a single limb to the floor. Then, she began the heart-stopping task of slowly altering her weight so the bed frame and mattress would adjust without verbal complaint. As both feet touched the ground, she lifted the last of herself off the sheets, gaining freedom.

Carefully, she backed away, her eyes never lifting from his sleeping form. Each testing step checked the floorboards before pressing down to prevent any squeak that might alert the magician to her treason. She only looked away once outside the room and turned, rushing for the door. The balcony provided no access to freedom, so she never bothered even scanning the living room.

Smooth and silent, the handle of the front door turned without issue. Everything came crashing down as she pulled. The door didn't budge, causing her to frown. Then she gasped as realisation struck like a bolt of lightning.

"He can keep his Nen going in his sleep!" she whispered, but an octave too loud. Slapping a hand over her mouth to prevent another mistake, she searched for a way around his Nen.

"Forgetting something? ♥" His hand appeared in her sight line, dangling her forgotten mobile device. Leaning down, he whispered by her ear, sending shivers of excitement along her core, "Yes, I can keep my Bungee Gum active for quite a time. At least for a certain distance. That way, naughty little kittens don't run away before they heal."

I'm fucked...

"I would have liked to make you breakfast, but since you had other plans, I suppose I have to keep my promise from earlier. What a pity."

"Oh, please." She snatched her phone, only for him to pull it away and grab her wrist. In a flurry of movement, he had her pinned against the door, her wrists bound together and held in place by one of his hands. "When have you ever been against dinner and a show? Or, I guess, breakfast with a game, in this case. Also, it's not fair you used Zetsu when I didn't. Cheating."

Bungee Gum slid down her wrist. She understood the familiar heat of his Nen against her skin now. Though she couldn't negate that maybe he was allowing her to feel it this time.

"The saying goes, 'All is fair in love and war'. Which will we be doing this morning?" A darkness filled his eyes, and she loved the look of the irises deepening with his characteristic sexual grin. "I should punish such a naughty kitten. Maybe I'll let it slide just once if you're good."

She leaned into his face, stopping short, a challenge in her eyes and movement. "What will it be this morning? How about a little of both. I dare you to punish me."

The glint of lust and excitement buzzed through his flicking amber eyes, making the hues of brown and gold dance. Before she could see more, he spun her to face the door. He forced her arms backwards; the Bungee Gum hardened before he yanked her down the hallway by the bound limbs.

Already on the defensive and ill-prepared for the speed and force he applied so soon, she lost her footing. He caught her, pulling her deeper into his body and mercy. Their movement never ceased, creating an impossible situation to regain balance and control.

Sheer tearing sounded as she was forced into the living room. The mid-morning sunlight blazed across the large room that opened into a dining room just off the kitchen. But darkness overtook her vision as fabric covered her eyes, and the reason for the ripping became apparent as a bandage blindfolded over her vision. Further shredding continued as he ripped more bandage material.

She squirmed in a struggle, but there wasn't a passion behind it the way she usually held. Her heart raced in arousal, and heat swirled in a glorious and tumultuous way around her core. "What are—"

A large hand wrapped around her jaw, covering her mouth. "Too much noise, and I'll gag you too. Nod if you understand." Obliging, she followed the direction with a curt nod. "Good girl~" He released her mouth but maintained an iron grip on her arms.

"Fuck you, Hisoka!"

Foolish or not, she wanted to push him, to tease and see how far he would take it. Biting her lip in the way she knew aroused him did little to stop the magician. As always, his responses were unexpected and swift. Air met her back as she slammed against the square coffee table. It wasn't painful but jarring. She squeaked, unable to vocalise more as the air partially left her lungs.

Her legs hung over at the knees. Panic rose when she couldn't move away from the table between her shoulders and hips. She screamed and thrashed against his Nen restraint. As with the drywall, she could plank on her legs and smash the table against the floor to free herself. But this was sexual play. She could stop it if she wanted... right?

Before she could fret further, Hisoka was on top of her body and forcing fabric into her mouth. She squirmed, trying to refuse him taking any more of her control. Instincts rose as she couldn't say the safe word if the gag were applied.

He brought his hand to her throat and whispered into her ear. "Yes, struggle more, kitten. It turns me on so much~♥" He finished by licking the side of her face.

Despite the situation, pleasure grew with each second. His hand trailed her side, and the other explored her legs, sending heat racing to her face. She could have easily raised her Ren and fought. But she liked it, all of it. However, a nagging anxiety wouldn't leave. How could she make it stop if she couldn't speak?

"G-Gold..." she squeaked with anxiety just before he fully muffled her voice with the gag. Everything stopped in an instant, including his touch, as Hisoka pulled away. He moved, and she realised he was going to release her hands. "I- I can't say the safeword if I'm gagged...I..."

"If you want to stop, lift your right leg." His voice was soft, and he halted his removal of her restraint to gently caress her cheek in a kind way. 

When she didn't respond due to confusion, he tapped her knee. It was a new safe word, a physical one.

"Try it. Lift your leg." She followed his instructions. "Such a good girl. A half lift, and we'll pause. A full lift and everything ends right away."

She nodded, fighting for breath, given how fast her lungs wanted to move. But all the anxiety disappeared in seconds, and she wanted to continue. 

"Do you want to continue?"

"Yes, Hisoka. Keep going, I'm okay now." She opened her mouth willingly to accept the gag, and he forced it in without resistance. 

"Oh, kitten. I wanted to leave that beautiful mouth of yours free to hear that sympathy of yours~♥"

His nails trailed along her jawline, and the last of her resolve melted away. She leaned into his touch, moaning. It feels so much better than before. Please... Her chin lifted, searching for his touch. 

He dropped to her ear again and gave a sultry whisper, "Maybe I'll free it, but you have to be a good girl~"

Her breathing had changed to one of anticipation and need. She stopped struggling to hear his every word and enjoyed every second of what he would do to her body. Lazy designs were drawn against her steaming skin on her right thigh and left shoulder with his hands. It drove her mad with arousal. Without sight, there was no way to know where he would touch next, forcing her sensations into overdrive.

"I think you underestimated how light a sleeper I am, kitten. However, it was exquisite experiencing you trying to escape me. You are very skilled ~"

His hand moved to her inner thigh, dangerously close to her most sensitive location. Her muscles twitched as she struggled to hold back a desperate moan. His mouth and teeth went straight to work, teasing and torturing her neck, shoulders, and jawline. He pulled and pushed at her clothing, removing every article as he drove the sweat and heat of her skin higher with every teasing touch.

"So wet already~ You could have just stayed in bed. I would have happily played with you~♥"

The gag muffled her whimper, but no resistance was left to give out. She wanted him and wouldn't deny her body anything that Hisoka had to offer. Not anymore.

Cries and noises of arousal tried with futility to be heard through the gag. She couldn't stop herself or hold them at bay as his fingers slid up and down between her legs, raising responses she never experienced in the past. Her hips fought against the restraint as they needed to hitch, overwhelming everything else.

His knuckles gingerly ran against her stomach. "Does it hurt, Violet? I'll change how I punish you if your stomach is in too much pain."

She shook her head, desperate for him to continue and answered with her thoughts, It doesn't hurt any more. It looks worse than anything else. Please don't stop.

Cries and arousal noises she never heard herself make in the past fought to be heard behind the gag as his fingers explored. They ran gently along her sides, avoiding the healing area of her stomach. One hand found between her legs and explored at his leisure, and she responded with craze and heat.

Both hands found their way to her breasts, kneading soft at first, then deeper with time. He leaned over her and whispered, "Very well, but if it begins to hurt, lift your leg. Nod if you understand."

Without hesitation, she obeyed with a nod. 

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, but remember, this is punishment ~♥"

Hisoka laid his entire body on top of her, and between them, his hardened enjoyment made it clear how much he shared Violet's experience. Trapped between their middles, everything exploded into a new level as his body rocked up and down. Her sexual frenzy peaked as much as his, but with no release, she could only beg through the gag. She wanted more, wanted it all, everything inside her.

Grunting ensued, and true to his word, she was punished with the denial of her yearnings. His thrusting quickened with enough force that the sound of the coffee table legs scratching across the floor screeched with each movement. He teased with a finger at her entrance, which remained barren while he benefitted from her compromised position. Screams of desperation muffled through her gag, prompting him to place a hand on her throat and squeeze. It only amplified her desire.

None of the begging stopped him from reaping full arousal peaking as he released his seed along her stomach and breasts. She cried with frustration that mixed into ample arousal in a way she'd never before experienced.

Dizzy from the fray and sexual high, she hardly noticed his hands moving to either side of her face until he slashed and removed the gag where it tied behind her head. He left her skin unharmed. The gag was removed, replaced instantly by his warm, hungry tongue. Where the removed bandage cloth had dried her lips, he moistened them.

His grunting passed into her mouth, forcing whimpering moans out of her own throat. Nothing existed beyond his touch, how he bound and held her and the incredible heat pouring into her body. Passion rose, rivalling all other emotions, and she met his kiss with heat and vigour.

He broke the kiss and licked her lips, then moved to kiss her chin and followed her neck down to where it met her shoulder. Heat raged everywhere his tongue and lips connected. When his path met her collarbone, sounds she couldn't understand left her mouth while his hands explored every inch of her body.

Stopping, he whispered near her ear, "Let's make breakfast now, kitten. Any noise and the gag goes back in. Understood? ♦"

Nodding, she obediently obeyed once more as her body tingled and yeared, feeling weak and loose in the most amazing way. He torturously ran two fingers between her folds, and she cried out against her will and worried he would gag her again. She heard the slick love he touched, and her face burned with embarrassment.

"Those are the only noises you're allowed to make." He brought his wet fingers into her mouth. "Have your breakfast~ ♥"

She licked and cleaned his fingers for him, tasting herself as he continued to drive need into her. The struggle to remain silent when she wished to beg for release was difficult. A whimper escaped against her better judgment.

"What is it, kitten? Speak ~♥"

"Please, Hisoka. Let me finish. I'll do it myself in front of you. Just let me cum."

The magician groaned with arousal. "Oh, kitten. That is very tempting, but no. This is your punishment, remember?"

Violet growled with sexual frustration. She opened her mouth to speak again, but he covered it with his hand.

"No. That's enough." He released the Nen that bound her to the table and lifted her up, grabbing her arms still tied behind her back. "Come with me~ ♥" He pushed her in front, guiding her into the kitchen. "Stay here."

She stood where instructed and heard the sound of pots and pans moving around the kitchen. A frown formed when the sound of sizzling started as the smell of frying butter met her nose. Chopping sounded to her right.

Is he seriously making breakfast? What is wrong with this man!?

Need burned with unstoppable force between her legs and within her core. It had dulled to a rumbling cowing in the background since he no longer tortured her with his addictive touch. Releaving the need was possible but she could sense his eyes on her occasionally as he worked. She couldn't hold on and risked further punishment, bringing her legs together to gain any inch of relief.

Without warning, his hand wrapped her hips and plopped her bare ass onto the cold countertop. Her knees parted in opposite directions as a force pulled them apart. The Nen settled and kept her leg spread wide.

He grabbed her jaw and faced it toward him roughly. "Don't do that again. Understood?"

Furrowing her brows, she frowned with a half pout and nodded.

"The correct response is 'Yes, Sir'. Say it."

"Yes, Sir."

His sultry, irresistible, low-toned voice answered, "That's my good girl." He rewarded her with a gentle kiss that deepened before he broke it.

Even if she could release his Nen, she didn't want to leave. She was frantic for his touch. Clearly, her visual signs of yearning were arousing him as much of his touch and treatment did her. He growled in a ravenous way and granted two fingers into her entrance that curled. Despite her loving cries, he worked her, and the tingling became intense, spreading, but just as the glorious end was to hit, he pulled away. She howled with frustration, shuddering and squirming.

His chuckle bounced around the kitchen as he returned to the stove to flip the frying bell peppers and bacon. It smelled glorious, but her mind couldn't be distracted from her body's needs.

She listened to him finish as he began plating breakfast. Risking the gag, she begged, "Please, Hisoka. I'll never try to escape you again. Please, I need you inside me."

He sighed and set down what sounded like two plates; then, fabric found its way inside her mouth again. "Oh, kitten. Now your breakfast will get cold. What a pity~♠"

He didn't sound greatly disappointed, though; quite the opposite. He ate his breakfast leisurely as she remained restrained on the kitchen counter, blinded and voiceless. It was made all the worse as he would reach over and torment her body at regular intervals, preventing her need from ever subsiding.

When he removed the gag, he brought cold food to her mouth. "Eat, kitten~♥"

She wasn't hungry for food but didn't refuse his instructions. When his fingers found their way next to her lips, her tongue left her mouth and rang along the tips, swirling and cleaning every inch of his fingers of all food remains, spices and all. She had no idea without sight if it even caused a reaction in Hisoka. But she was sure more wet love leaked between her legs.

Before she could gasp, the pressure on her legs released, and she was lifted over his shoulder as his hand secured her there, resting against her ass. They left the kitchen, and her breasts met the cold surface of his wooden dining table. Her legs braced the floor over the edge of the table.

"What's the safe word, kitten?" He was stroking her ass as he asked, causing pleasure to rage through her veins.

"G-Gold."

His was hard again and ran between her legs, worsening her need. He slapped her left cheek, and she squeaked in surprise and mild pain. She heard him growl and then fondled both her ass cheeks, soothing the pained area. She mewled with excitement and need at the surprising action.

He grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled, forcing her to arch. This was quickly becoming her favourite position, one only Hisoka had ever placed her into. He thrust harder and harder into the space between her legs. She screamed, realising he was going to release himself without letting her cum again.

"H-Hisok...ka. PLEASE!"

The slap of his hips against her ass was music that furthered her arousal. All she could do was feel him, and her cries quickly became dire. She had never experienced pleasure so deeply and primal. He placed himself by her entrance and teased, swirling his tip. Moans released from her lips with every exhale of breath.

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

She whimpered her response but couldn't form words. Her legs shook from need and exhaustion.

"Scream for me so I know you understand you're mine~♥"

He slid into her with ease, and it was far less painful than their previous playdates. She started screaming with pleasure and bending her own body into his hand. Hisoka growled his approval and immediately thrust harder.

Lost within his touch, she couldn't hold back as the first orgasm burst forth with uncontrollable pleasure spreading to every part of her body and soul. It was like nothing any other lover provided in her past experience. Hisoka didn't stop during or after and kept pumping, his hips slapping at an unrelenting pace.

Her love songs never ceased for the magician. It was only a few minutes before her next explosion of passion. It took her harder than the first, and she heard the table groaning under the unrelentless twitching and thrusting of her body. Words found themselves escaping from her mouth. They weren't entirely coherent at first, but eventually, they formed enough syllables to form the foundation of begging him never to stop. Before she'd fully dropped from her second release, another took hold, and her thrusting happened instructively with nothing short of a frenzy.

"Y-y-yours...I'm...yours..."

Hisoka grunted between thrusts. "Yes... you are...kitten."

Violet screamed with hysteria as she released for the magician a fourth time, eliciting responsive, desire-filled cusses from him. The final orgasm was merciless, long-lasting, and dramatic. Hisoka released along with her, and a deep, pounding heat spread like red dye within water, spreading emotions she hadn't experienced in years. Like a calm brook, the waters of emotion trickled across her soul before casting down a growing waterfall into the chasm of chaotic water below. She soaked up every bit of emotion with greed, sheltering it all.

Collapsing forward onto the table, she panted, recovering hard from her game with Hisoka. She didn't bother to keep her eyes open as she fell into a marvellous, relaxed state. What have I got myself into? Oh, I don't care I want it all. Good and bad.