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“Megumiiiiii,” Yuuji whined, slumping onto the other man’s lap. His friend gave a disgruntled huff, but let the pink haired man stay there, too used to his antics to do more than give off the semblance of being annoyed.
“What.”
“I don’t understand how you did it. How come the random dude you meet on a BDSM Discord turns out to be a stable guy who treats you right, but every guy I meet turns out to be a catfish, a creep, or a jerk who doesn’t know limits? It’s not fair,” Yuuji pouted.
“I wouldn’t call Satoru stable.”
“You know what I mean! You guys have been going strong for over a year now, and, well, based on what I walked in on last week--”
“That was your fault for coming over without telling me!”
“Your sex life hasn’t gotten monotonous at all! Even the guys who weren’t jerks or weirdos didn’t know how to do long term partnerships… Or, well, they didn’t know how to handle me long term.”
“Hey,” Megumi pushed at his friend’s shoulder, noticing the stiff smile on Yuuji’s face. “What happened with Todou wasn’t your fault. You have to communicate and compromise in BDSM, and he couldn’t do that. That’s not on you.”
“Awww, Megumi!” Yuuji burst into a bright smile, sitting up and slinging his arms around the other. “Look at you, trying to console me! This is why you’re my best friend. Don’t tell Nobara that, though,” he joked with a wink.
The three were all close, having shared the past six years together ever since meeting at a BDSM club in their first year of college. They didn’t involve themselves with each other in the bedroom anymore, Nobara having Maki and Megumi having Satoru, but in the past Nobara had helped Yuuji when he was at a low point and desperately needed someone to dominate him; and Yuuji had helped Megumi when the latter was on his self discovery journey to figure out whether he was a sadist or not. (Spoiler alert: not only did Megumi confirm that he did, in fact, get off on inflicting pain on others, he also had a hell of a time experimenting with new methods on Yuuji. A wild but fun few months those were.)
“Shut up,” Megumi grumbled, but let Yuuji hang off him anyway. “It’s true, though.”
“Eh, I don’t know… I mean, I’ve had more run-ins with creeps than Momo has, and that’s saying something! There must be an invisible sign pointing at me saying something like, ‘attachment issues, will literally drink piss if you tell me I’m a good boy!’”
“Did you ever consider it might be that ‘submissive and breedable’ t-shirt that Nobara got you for Christmas last year?”
“Hey, that was my Discord profile photo for like, a week! And only cause I lost a bet with Mai,” Yuuji mumbled, releasing Megumi and burying himself into his friend’s couch.
“But seriously, Yuuji.” Megumi averted his eyes from his friend, lowering his voice a bit. “You’ve just had bad luck. It’s not your fault, you know that right?” Yuuji was too distracted by the sudden tears welling up to tease his best friend, but managed to save both himself from bursting out into tears and Megumi from the embarrassment of being caught caring by diving back into his friend's lap. Megumi let out an “oof,” shoving at Yuuji and insisting he was too heavy, while all Yuuji could do was smile and offer a wet laugh.
“Do you think I should go back to the club tonight?” Yuuji asked. “It’s been a while since I did a scene with someone, I’m so horny! I want to be fucked so long that I pass out, and then fucked so hard that I wake up again.”
“I seriously did not need to know that.”
“See! See what it’s doing to me? My headspace is all over the place, Megumi, I have no filter! Please help me before I tell Satoru that you like to stick--”
“Okay! Okay, I will help you. I’ll go to the club with you, and we’ll find someone suitable.”
“Woohoo!!! I’m so excited!” Yuuji jumped up, grabbing Megumi’s hand and trying to heave him off the couch.
“What are you doing? Let go,” Megumi pulled away half heartedly, Yuuji bouncing with excitement.
“We’ve gotta get ready! It’s been a month since you’ve been to the club, you have to look hot! Come on, let me do your makeup.”
“I have a boyfriend, why do I have to look hot?”
“Cause you’ll be with me! My standards are high, you know. Anyone less attractive than you will be scared off,” Yuuji joked. Really, he was attracted more so to people that naturally exuded dominance, and also people with bigger builds than him, but a handsome face never hurt.
Megumi only rolled his eyes, calling Satoru to see if he wanted to join them, the older saying yes immediately. As Megumi and Yuuji rifled through the former’s closet, Satoru’s voice resonated from the speaker of his boyfriend’s phone.
“Did you really think I would say no at the prospect of seeing you all dressed up again? Wear that harness under your clothes, the one with the metal around your nipples that makes them all perky whenever you wear it. Oh, and that butt plug, the big one that’s almost the size of my dick.”
“You wear a butt plug,” Megumi grumbled.
“Oh Megumi dear, does your ass still hurt from last night?”
“Hmph,” Megumi rolled his eyes. “Look who’s acting like his ass didn’t get flogged to hell and back a few days ago.”
“Well, if that’s how you want to do things tonight, sure, I’ll wear it.”
“No, you don’t need to,” Megumi said as he held up a sheer black top to Yuuji, tilting his head in consideration before nodding and handing it over to the other. “Tonight isn’t about us, we’re focusing on getting Yuuji laid, okay? Don’t try anything.”
“Oooh, scary. What is little Megumi gonna do, bite my dick off? I think that would be more of a punishment for you~”
“In what world? Having you bottom for me for the rest of our lives sounds fine to me.”
“Hmmm? Is that so? Well then, next time you come begging me to fist you, I’ll remember--”
“Satoru!” Megumi yelled at his boyfriend, Yuuji laughing at the bickering couple as he picked out a pair of leather pants for Megumi, and a choker for himself. The two switches made for a chaotic pairing, especially because they both leaned toward dominating. They managed to make it work, since Megumi could compromise as long as he got to do some sadism play in return, and Satoru was amenable as long as they engaged in exhibitionism pretty often. Secretly, Yuuji was a little jealous at how well they managed to work things out despite not perfectly aligning with all of their kinks. It was especially a kick in the gut considering how his last relationship with Todou ended.
Stifling his sigh, Yuuji turned toward the phone. “Don’t worry, Satoru, you and Megumi can still play tonight, just make sure to find someone good for me first, okay? Then you guys can go at it like bunnies for all I care! I’m sure the other club goers would appreciate it if you gave them a show as hot as last time’s.”
“See Megumi? Even Yuuji wants us to have fun,” Satoru purred. Megumi rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched upward. Yuuji smiled to himself, the two of them really were cute together.
And uh, really fucking hot, too.
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“No, I know him,” Satoru shook his head at the guy Megumi nodded at, an older male with two black buns in his hair and a black strip over his nose. “You probably have compatible kinks, but he’s never the type to go for more than one night.” He paused, glancing back at Yuuji. “Unless that’s what you’re looking for this time around?”
Yuuji shook his head. “Ideally, someone who’s open to a partnership, even if it’s short term.”
The three of them were seated on a plush couch around the outskirts of the play area, attracting a lot of attention for various reasons. Satoru was well known by most people in the scene, Megumi looked hot as hell with his leather outfit and murderous, protective gaze, and Yuuji…
The pink haired man fidgeted with the sleeves of his sheer top, feeling a bit flustered at the amount of gazes drawn to his chest. Yeah, his tits were fucking awesome -- he never missed chest day for a reason -- but the way people looked at him here was different. Possessive. It made Yuuji feel all hot and bothered, and he didn’t exactly want to pop a hard on in public just from being looked at. (Hey, it had been a while since he did a scene or had sex!) Satoru would tease him about it forever.
“Hmmm,” Megumi sighed, taking a drink of his soda water. “A lot of people I don’t recognize. What about that guy?”
“Ah, that lawyer? Eh, not bad if there’s no one else, but I think he’s into some things you’re not super fond of, Yuuji. Could probably find some middle ground for a short time, though.”
“How in the world do you know all these people, Satoru?” Yuuji marveled. The older smirked, taking a leisurely sip of his orange soda while Megumi’s gaze bore into him.
“Some of them I've personally played with. Others are people Getou knows, and I get all the vivid stories out of him.”
“Uh, I can’t imagine that happening willingly…” Yuuji tried to envision Getou gushing about his sexcapades with Satoru, and almost snorted out his water at how ridiculous it seemed.
“Well, it doesn’t happen anymore, but in the past… I could be pretty convincing, if you know what I mean,” Satoru leered. Megumi shifted his hand to settle on his boyfriend’s thigh, squeezing hard but not saying anything. He was well aware of how Satoru was, and usually soothed his jealousy by being extra possessive.
“What about him?” Megumi subtly pointed at a guy a few couches over. He was chatting with a man with long blue hair, but kept glancing at Yuuji. His fitted black shirt stretched over his chest so tightly that the buttons looked strained, and the muscles on his thighs could practically be seen through his fitted black slacks. His legs were spread apart, his elbows rested on his knees and his fingers linked loosely under his chin, casual confidence radiating from him. His nose and mouth were obscured by a black face mask, but the rest of his face made enough of an impression anyway. His forehead was tattooed with two angular shapes and a circle in the middle, with more black lines slightly visible under his eyes. His hair was pink, like Yuuji’s, but spiked upward.
As Yuuji gave him a once over, the man looked over once again. Noticing Yuuji looking at him, he raised an eyebrow. Even with a mask covering his mouth, Yuuji could see the smirk crawling up his face, his eyes teasing him from afar. Blushing, Yuuji squirmed in his seat and looked back to his friends. “Do you know him, Satoru?”
“I… actually don’t know him,” the older male said, looking a bit perturbed.
“He’s hot,” Yuuji said tentatively, as if waiting for his friends to approve of the man as well. Megumi hummed, tilting his head.
“Doesn’t he… sort of look like Yuuji?”
“He looks like Yuuji if all of Yuuji’s stat points were moved from “docile” and “fuckable” to “domineering” and “daddy,” Satoru offered.
“So basically fuck boy Yuuji.”
“Hey, hey!”
“What are you even protesting Yuuji? You’d be the first to admit that you’re docile and fuckable,” Megumi scoffed, and Yuuji stumbled through protests, but ultimately couldn’t refute the statement.
“You want me to ask the Dungeon Master about him?” Satoru proposed. It warmed Yuuji’s heart a bit, whenever Satoru did protective stuff like this for him. His friend’s boyfriend had no obligation to care for Yuuji, or even be his friend, since the two had just met through Megumi. Still, the older was always looking after him, in a more overt way than the tsundere Megumi. Whenever he did, it rubbed a certain itch deep inside Yuuji, the same part of him that liked to be submissive and taken care of.
“I’d appreciate that a lot, Satoru.”
He came back a few minutes later, sliding next to Megumi and slinging an arm around his shoulder. Yuuji looked at him expectantly, the older man’s face unreadable.
“Good news and bad news. Good news, the reason I don’t recognize him isn’t because he’s inexperienced. He’s been a dom for a while, he just recently moved here. Mostly plays with masochistic subs, but never in front of a crowd, it’s always private room stuff. The people that have done scenes with him so far all seem to have enjoyed it, cause they go back for more.”
“So what’s the bad news,” Megumi asked darkly, shifting a suspicious glance over to the man they were talking about.
“Word is he’s currently involved with the blue haired dude. They’ve used a private room together the past few times they’ve been here.”
“Why is he looking at Yuuji then?” Megumi grumbled.
“Hey, it’s just gossip. They may not have anything going on,” Satoru shrugged. “There’s no harm in asking, though it seems he wants you to approach him.”
“Ugh,” Yuuji groaned. “I hate approaching doms first! Why do they make me do it,” he complained, puffing his cheeks up.
“Well, I’m sure Megumi can attest to this, there’s something powerful about refusing to go to someone first, and making them ask for your attention.”
“I understand it in theory, but it doesn’t make me hate it any less,” Yuuji sighed. Still, he glanced back at the pink haired man, watching as he tipped his head back and drank from his bottle of non-alcoholic beer. It was like he knew he was being watched, with how seductively he swallowed his drink.
“Did the DM… happen to mention the guy’s name?” Yuuji asked, glancing at Satoru while internally willing his cheeks not to flush.
“Sukuna. His name is Sukuna.”
***
Sukuna was not, in fact, involved with Mahito. At least that’s what Yuuji assumed, seeing as the blue haired man was sucking the face off the guy with the black strip over his nose from earlier when Yuuji approached their couch.
“Is this seat taken?” Yuuji asked as he stood over Sukuna, gesturing to the empty spot next to him. Even though Yuuji towered over the seated Sukuna, the position did nothing to inhibit the other’s dominating presence. He looked up to Yuuji slowly, gaze smoldering but in no rush. Offering a languid smile and shifting to lean his elbows against the back of the couch, Sukuna was the image of inherent confidence. Yuuji’s heart was beating out of his chest just from this, but he hoped the big smile on his face covered up any discernible nervousness.
“It is now,” he smirked, eyes flicking over to indicate it was Yuuji’s. Not able to help the excited beam from appearing on his face, Yuuji plopped down, forgetting that he should probably be making more of an effort to do things seductively.
“I’m Itadori,” Yuuji introduced.
“Sukuna.”
“Nice to meet you Sukuna!”
“Hm… likewise,” the other man offered, narrowing his eyes and giving Yuuji a blatant once over, taking the time to drag them across Yuuji’s chest. He paused there, suddenly looking Yuuji straight in the eyes. “No nipple piercings? What a waste.” Yuuji almost sputtered at how forward the man was.
“I, I mean, I was considering it, but…”
“Well, not that it matters to me,” Sukuna said dismissively, feigning indifference even as his eyes tracked Yuuji’s every movement, until they connected with Yuuji’s own. “Unless you want it to matter to me?”
Damn Sukuna! Making Yuuji come over, making Yuuji admit to wanting him… It made him flustered, but almost in the same way that humiliation aroused him, it was also making him extremely drawn to the other man. Taking a deep breath, he tried to call on the inner part of him that was much more flirty in his youth, invoking some of Satoru’s sassiness.
“Hmm, it doesn’t matter to you?” Yuuji asked in a lilting voice, crossing one leg over the other in what he hoped was a seductive manner, leaning in to whisper at Sukuna’s ear. “What was with all the looks, then?” He pulled back a bit, meeting Sukuna’s smoldering gaze, and shifting his eyes away coyly. “If I mistook what you meant by them, I’m sorry…”
“Brat,” Sukuna clicked his tongue, shifting his hand to settle in Yuuji’s hair, giving it a slight tug. The movement went straight to Yuuji’s dick, twitching in his pants in what he hoped wouldn’t be a noticeable way, but considering that he was pressed right up against Sukuna’s thigh, he doubted it. The smirk crawling up the other’s face seemed to confirm his suspicions. “You really think you won’t be the first to admit it?”
“I don’t know, you want to test it out?”
“Gladly.”
***
Yuuji, in fact, was the first one to give in and confess how much he wanted the other. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, though, considering how much patience Sukuna had. He could wait forever to make Yuuji beg, cry, whine, whatever it was, all with that annoying smirk on his face. Their first night had been one of the most fulfilling but also one of the most challenging that Yuuji had spent in a while, just because of how long Sukuna could drag on without giving into Yuuji’s pleasure.
Still, it seemed the two of them were relatively compatible. They had discussed their likes, soft and hard limits, and safewords before playing, and the scene had gone off without a hitch. When Yuuji had shyly brought up continuing to play with each other, Sukuna had agreed, with the condition that they kept it strictly at play. While Yuuji usually did like to get to know about his partner’s private lives a little bit, he felt lucky that Sukuna would agree in the first place, and didn’t push. After all, throughout their entire scene, Sukuna never removed his mask once; there was obviously some sort of anonymity the other wanted to preserve.
The second time they met, they experimented with some role playing; the third time, some exhibitionism. It wasn’t Yuuji’s thing as much; as a teacher, he could get a bit panicked at the thought of being discovered by anyone, but it wasn’t a limit of his, and Sukuna seemed to enjoy dominating Yuuji in public places.
Their fourth meeting was today, and had actually been spontaneous. Yuuji had been hanging out with Megumi and Satoru, the couple grilling him on Sukuna. Satoru kept fishing for the dirty details, with Megumi kept quiet, although Yuuji could tell his friend was trying to decipher whether Yuuji’s partner was conducting play in a safe, sane, and consensual way. The three of them were at a local coffee shop, talking about their plans, when Yuuji recognized a bulky man with pink hair and a black mask walking past the window of the shop. Sukuna had shared that he originally had plans today, but since they had been cancelled, his bed was open to Yuuji. He couldn’t help but agree, offering quick apologies to his friends who simply waved him off.
Which brought them to now. They only had a rough plan of the scene due to the sudden nature of their meeting, but Yuuji trusted Sukuna. The other hadn’t led him wrong yet.
”What’s wrong, brat,” Sukuna asked in his irritatingly calm voice. His dick was hard, Yuuji could tell, but the other didn’t seem bothered, instead entirely focused on pressing his boot clad foot down onto Yuuji’s dick. Yuuji whined at the sensation, hands aching to reach out and relieve himself, but knowing if he moved them from behind his back, Sukuna’s threat of using a cock ring would ring true.
“Ngh, M-master…” Yuuji took a deep breath, not wanting to let more whines slip out if he could help it. He knew he tended to be pretty loud, and lots of previous partners had teased him about it. Despite knowing it was probably in good fun, it was something he had grown a little bit of a complex about.
“Tsk,” Sukuna shook his head, removing his foot and leaning down to grab onto Yuuji’s chin, hard. The bruising grib made Yuuji let out an involuntary moan, face flushing in embarrassment. “What am I to do with you, brat? You like my punishments too much, it’s no fun. Look at you, moaning like a whore just cause I had my foot on your dick. Are you that lonely, that desperate?”
“N-no, master.”
“No? Well if you aren’t desperate, that means you don’t mind waiting a while longer then.”
“W-wait!”
“Telling me to wait, are you? Seems I didn’t do a good enough job if you think you can still give me commands.” Sukuna clicked his tongue, standing up and rifling through his selection of play toys. He held up a flogger, Yuuji’s dick twitching in anticipation, before the other hummed discontentedly and put it down. Yuuji resisted the urge to groan as Sukuna continued in his taunts, holding up items that he had mentioned liking or wanting to try out: a remote control vibrator, a dog muzzle, a hot wax kit.
“You’d like all of these too much, brat,” Sukuna drawled. “I wonder what everyone would do if they knew you were such a slut. If they knew that your hole would be dripping wet at the thought of being spanked, or that your mouth is wide open for any dick as long as it’s big enough. If they knew sweet little Itadori is no better than some hooker, legs spread for anyone that’s willing to pull his hair a little and call him a good boy.”
Yuuji whimpered, even if Sukuna’s remarks were wildly exaggerated. The searing humiliation made his dick ache painfully, his hand twitching in his desire to relieve himself. It was even harder considering that there were no handcuffs or ties holding his wrists together, just the sheer will of Yuuji’s obedience and Sukuna’s threat of not letting him get off all night if he dared to move them.
“I’ll go figure something out that’s an appropriate punishment for you, brat. Wait here, and don’t move. I’ll be able to tell,” Sukuna warned, giving Yuuji a light slap on the cheek as a measure of caution. Pausing, he glanced down at Yuuji’s hands, clasped together near his ass and shaking with effort.
“Does my little whore want some help restraining himself?” The smile in Sukuna’s taunt made Yuuji want to refuse, but realistically, the submissive knew he wouldn't be able to last on sheer willpower much longer.
“Yes, master,” he nodded eagerly. It didn’t occur to him that he should feel shame for agreeing so quickly until a satisfied smirk crawled up Sukuna’s face.
“Such a willing slut for me.” From others the words might have sounded endearing, at least in Yuuji’s experience -- he liked it when his partner called Yuuji theirs -- but Sukuna simply sounded amused, as if Yuuji were providing good entertainment. It sent a bit of a shiver down Yuuji’s spine, but he was soon distracted by the handcuffs being slipped around his wrist, and then chained to the leg of the bedside dresser. Sukuna fit his finger in the space between Yuuji’s wrist and the cuffs, making sure they weren’t too tight, before nodding.
“Wait here, don’t make a sound, and don’t move.” Yuuji almost nodded at the instructions before considering that nodding might be a part of “don’t move,” so he simply remained still, watching the floor as Sukuna’s feet left his view.
Yuuji figured his master had something planned, so he wasn’t too miffed when Sukuna left the room… Until five minutes had passed, and it seemed like the seconds were dragging on. Still, Sukuna could just be getting something that was taking a long time to prepare… right?
Except then ten minutes passed, and then Yuuji started having a hard time keeping track of how long Sukuna had been gone. It felt like hours, although surely that was just Yuuji’s boredom speaking. At first he had been squirming in position, waiting for the other to come back, but as time passed, his dick got more and more limp, realizing it wasn’t gonna get any relief soon. Still, he didn’t move an inch from his designated position, even as he started to get a little cramped up. For some reason, he never doubted that Sukuna was still coming back. He wasn’t even worried about it, just a little irked that the other hadn’t told him anything.
Well, until he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his lower regions. Yuuji recognized almost immediately that his bladder was starting to feel the pressure of both the situation and of the position he was kneeled in, which seemed to make his bladder be pressed on lightly. Crap, Yuuji thought, remembering that he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since a lot earlier in the day. He had planned to go once he sat down with Megumi and Satoru at the cafe, but seeing Sukuna had made him completely forget.
It’s fine, Yuuji tried to reassure himself. Sukuna will be back soon. He knows omorashi is one of my soft limits, surely he’d talk about it with me before we did anything with it? Although I did tell him last time we met that I’d be willing to try out some of my soft limits as long as it was with him… Maybe he took that as me saying it was okay to introduce it into our play?
The need to relieve himself wasn’t too bad, but his nerves made him start squirming around, which happened to only add pressure to his bladder. Letting out an involuntary whimper, Yuuji felt tears well up in his eyes. Wait, why am I getting emotional? It’s not my fault I couldn’t follow his no moving, no speaking rule, when he put me in this situation without telling me. Still, I… He felt a noise of frustration building up his throat. Not at Sukuna, but at himself, for not being able to listen better. I don’t want to be told I haven’t done well.
His distress only made him squirm more, agitating his bladder. The more he thought about how much he needed to hold it in, the more he noticed every single pang that went through him, every pulse of liquid that felt tempted to leave his body. Had it always been this hard to hold it in when he had to go to the bathroom, or was it just that he’d always been able to make it to a toilet not long after noticing his need to go?
When the door finally opened again, Yuuji felt like he would cry of relief, if only the thought of crying didn’t agitate his bladder so much. Sukuna came back in with a bottle of water in each hand, a smirk on his face. Bastard knows exactly what he’s doing! Yuuji huffed, but his indignation was overtaken by desperation. Still not wanting to break the vow of silence he swore, all he could do was shift his eyes upward at Sukuna and make a pleading expression.
“Having fun all by yourself, brat?” Sukuna taunted, sitting down on the bed and refusing to acknowledge Yuuji’s begging eyes. Still, he allowed Yuuji some reprieve. “You may speak now.”
“M-master,” the words came tumbling out over each other in a rush, “please, please let me go to the bathroom. I-I can’t hold it in much longer.”
“Go on then, you can go.” It took Yuuji a moment to realize what Sukuna meant.
“Not right here, please Master, please let me use the toilet,” he whined, tempted to squirm again but not wanting to move under Sukuna’s watchful gaze.
“Come on, brat, let’s try this out. You said you’d be willing to try things with me, no?”
“I did, but…”
“What are your reservations? Scared you’ll enjoy it too much? Or is it something more boring, like you’re embarrassed about wetting yourself, scared of getting the floor wet, don’t want to piss in your underwear and ruin them? How dull.”
Yuuji fidgeted in place, not liking that he was disappointing his Dom. He was supposed to be that fun, open guy who was open to trying anything, and here he was being prudish at something that so many other people did easily. Why was he like this? With Todou, too, he had seemed to be the problem in the end, not willing to try some of the things Todou was desperate to. He had vowed to himself back then not to let his own discomforts get in the way of a partnership, and yet here he was, letting another Dom grow bored of him not even a month into their play.
He hated even more that he couldn’t even admit to himself what about it made him hesitate. Without a reason he felt even more stupid, like it was just some whim. He should be able to get over it then, right? He was into humiliation, and this seemed to be an extension of that in some ways, so what was it about pissing himself that made him so uncertain? Not being able to come up with an answer, he slowly hummed in affirmation.
“Okay, you’re right. There’s no reason for me to say no. We can try it. B-but, if I say yellow--”
“Oh don’t worry brat, the only yellow that will be happening anytime soon will be coming from your dick, not your mouth.” Yuuji swallowed at Sukuna’s confidence, swept away by his assurance that everything would be okay. If Sukuna was happy, then he’d be happy, right?
Seeing Yuuji’s silent acquiescence, Sukuna smirked, holding up one of the water bottles. “Then let’s get started, shall we? My little whore won’t mind waiting for me to finish my drink, right?” Yuuji groaned internally, feeling the urge to pee swell in him just at the sight of water jostling in the clear bottle. Squeezing his thighs together, Yuuji nodded reluctantly, watching as Sukuna sat down on the bed, unscrewing the cap of his bottle. “Be patient, brat,” he commanded as he brought a foot down leisurely on Yuuji’s shoulder. Yuuji felt a spike of arousal shoot down his body. Being treated like furniture always seemed to turn him on, but the mixed sensation of his desire to come and his need to pee seemed to amplify both, making Yuuji struggle in holding back a groan.
“This water sure is thirst quenching,” Sukuna commented as he made a show of waterfalling it down his throat. When Yuuji tried to glance away, Sukuna quickly moved the foot resting on his shoulder to the side of Yuuji’s face, pushing it to look back at him. Yuuji was forced to watch the clear liquid cascade through the air, into Sukuna’s mouth, making sloshing sounds as it moved around the bottle and small dripping noises as some of it fell down his face and onto the floor. The submissive couldn’t hold back his groan, the display dangerously testing his ability to hold back pee.
It might have been more accurate to say that he failed though, because with flushed cheeks, Yuuji soon realized that a few drops had managed to leak out. He could see them dampening the front of his underwear, and immediately squeezed his thighs together and clenched his stomach in an attempt to stop any more from getting out. It worked at the moment, but Sukuna had noticed, and the other never missed an opportunity to humiliate him.
“What are you, a toddler? Not even potty trained, are you? Do I need to put you in a diaper, make sure little Itadori doesn’t go pissing himself all over like a baby?” While his dick responded as it usually did to any sort of humiliation, a part of Yuuji’s stomach dropped at the words. For some reason, his brain didn’t like this type of humiliation as much. But who was he to say anything when he was obviously getting hard at it?
”N-no…” Yuuji squeaked out, but as Sukuna took the last sip of water from the bottle he was drinking and let it dribble out of his mouth, Yuuji could barely hold in another rush of urine that desperately attempted to escape. Letting out a distressed noise and squeezing his eyes closed, he asked himself why he was even trying at this point. Sukuna wanted him to piss himself in the end, right? But while he didn’t like this brand of Sukuna’s humiliating words, there was something to be said about the arousing sensation of holding his piss in… And the desire to be called a “good boy” for holding back for as long as he could. He could definitely see the appeal of play like this, done the way he wanted it to be done.
”And this one’s for you, Itadori.” Yuuji was struck with fear as Sukuna reached the other water bottle out towards him, nudging it against his cheek. “Don’t look so much like a gaping fish, brat. It turns me off.” Sighing, he withdrew the bottle, much to Yuuji’s temporary relief, only for the sub to realize that this wasn’t Sukuna backing off. It was him getting his way.
Sukuna shoved the lip of the bottle at Yuuji’s mouth, scowling. “Drink, or you don’t get to come tonight.” Gulping nervously, Yuuji took a tentative sip, only for Sukuna to take advantage of his open mouth and tilt the bottle so a much larger amount of water was rushing down Yuuji’s throat. His hands instinctively moved in alarm, only to be restricted by his handcuffs, and all Yuuji could do was try to swallow the water. Too distracted by the liquid going down his throat, Yuuji didn’t notice the small amount that leaked out into his underwear until a moment too later, clenching his thighs together and neglecting the water at his mouth to try and stop the flow. It seemed to be a lose-lose situation though, because that caused the remaining water in the bottle to start to pour down his face and subsequently his body instead, intensifying the sensation exponentially.
“Ngh!” Yuuji could only whimper and struggle in place, fidgeting back and forth as the water dripping down his body sent mixed signals to his brain, trying to tell him it was okay to let go. Yuuji was sure a little bit more leaked out at that, and damn Sukuna made sure it was obvious by not letting any of the dripping water get onto his lap. No, the only liquid visible on his underwear was undoubtedly his own piss.
”Looks like you’re having a hard time, brat. Why don’t you let Master look into the situation for you?” His suddenly sickly sweet words alarmed Yuuji, and it seemed like he was rightfully so: Sukuna’s hand was reaching right towards Yuuji’s stomach. First, his finger trailed innocently through the remnants of water, making Yuuji twitch. The sensation of his Dom touching him so delicately only exacerbated his arousal, making Yuuji’s head cloudy with the combination of extreme need to release (cum) and extreme need not to release (piss).
Then, his finger went lower. And Yuuji felt stupid for not knowing what his sadistic master was doing earlier, not until the moment before Sukuna placed three fingers right where his bladder was a pushed. Yuuji let out a cry, unable to prepare himself, and was only just able to squeeze his legs together to prevent everything from leaking out, although inevitably a bit did still escape. Yuuji was starting to feel the stickiness now, the wet part of his underwear rubbing uncomfortably against his dick, his thighs sticky with urine, the scent of pee wafting up toward them.
”Hmmm,” Sukuna hummed non committedly, “your bladder feels hard. I can feel it when I press down, that’s how full it is.” He pressed down again, but Yuuji was ready this time, and was able to hold back… but not against his tears. The sensation of holding in his pee was getting painful, and he couldn’t stop the drops from falling from his eyes.
”Please,” he pleaded, but he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. For Sukuna to stop? For Sukuna to give him permission to let go? Either way, his aroused and desperate mind couldn’t decide, and all Yuuji knew to do now was act on primal instincts, the things he learned as a child to stop him from peeing: squirming, pressing his legs together, letting out low keens from his throat to distract himself from Sukuna’s fingers.
”You can still stop yourself, huh? What a good brat you’re being today.” The praise made Yuuji’s dick pulse, a strange sensation against the pain that was also plaguing his body due to his bladder. Sukuna’s fingers moved downward, and Yuuji was confused until he felt them entering his underwear, reaching for his dick. Yuuji tried to protest, tried to squirm away -- he was lucky Sukuna didn’t punish him for this, but truly he was acting purely on instinct at the moment -- but Sukuna grabbed his dick and unreservedly pulled it out of his underwear.
“Let’s see if you can stop yourself now,” Sukuna taunted, glancing at Yuuji’s eyes with a most devilish expression. Yuuji had an idea of where this was going, and he was correct when Sukuna’s fingers started to poke at Yuuji’s urethra. It was at this point that Yuuji knew his time was coming to a close. The sensation of one of Sukuna’s hands on his dick, the other nudging his urethra, was too much. The pain and pleasure swirled together in that way that made Yuuji’s brain all loose and fuzzy, and he started to lose control of himself. He could barely hear Sukuna’s musings of trying to sound him while he was like this, too caught up in the barrage of sensations confronting his body.
Perhaps noticing Yuuji’s mind was elsewhere, Sukuna huffed in annoyance, bringing the hand around Yuuiji’s dick away and using it to make an unexpected and hard jab at Yuuji’s bladder. The combined assault on his urethra and bladder was the last push Yuuji needed, and suddenly his bladder was exploding, and hot yellow piss was leaking everywhere.
His cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of wetting himself as an adult, but there was also something addicting about the sensation, the absolute lack of control, the warm liquid, the sight of his underwear completely soaked. The hardwood floor beneath him even started to get soaked as the piss had nowhere else to go, and there was a lot of it. Holding it in for so long, plus having been made to drink more water, made for a complete river of piss. Every time Yuuji thought it might end, his dick twitched once more, and a new flow of piss came out, leaving his thighs and crotch a mess.
Sukuna’s gaze also contributed to the euphoria of the situation. He was silent, but his eyes never left Yuuji, smoldering into him with such possessiveness that Yuuji felt sensations of pleasure run through his dick even as he was peeing. The painful feeling was being relieved, slowly, but the pleasure took over, causing Yuuji’s senses to be overwhelmed by the myriad of things happening around and to him.
When the flow slowly came to a stop, Yuuji panting and catching his breath, Sukuna finally spoke. “You held on for a long time. Good job, brat.” Yuuji beamed with the praise, but was starting to become more aware of just how much he had defiled Sukuna’s playroom. Why hadn’t his master at least put towels under him or something? Plus, with his thighs clenched together, there were still pockets of piss trapped between his legs, and he was warring internally at whether Sukuna would yell at him for letting it go or not.
Sukuna must have noticed Yuuji looking or something, because he kneeled down next to Yuuji -- seemingly unfazed by the piss surrounding the man -- and reached a few fingers into the gap between Yuuji’s thighs, coating his fingers in Yuuji’s piss. He brought his fingers up to Yuuji’s nose, making the submissive recoil slightly until his Dom shot him a warning look. “Smell yourself.” Yuuji tentatively took a sniff. It wasn’t pleasant, and it was pretty much the same old smell of piss that anyone might be used to. He didn’t understand the appeal.
”Taste yourself,” Sukuna instructed, and Yuuji was taken aback when Sukuna’s fingers started nudging at his lips. He shook his head fervently, he had to draw a line somewhere! His brain was yelling at him to listen, listen to his master, be good for him, but it was just too unexpected of a request.
”Don’t test me, boy,” Sukuna warned, standing up and wiping his fingers on the side of his pants. “Let’s see if I’m more to your liking, then.”
”Eh, eh?!” Yuuji couldn’t help but exclaim. Sukuna couldn’t possibly mean--
”Toilets don’t speak,” Sukuna said coldly, unbuckling his pants and pulling down his zipper. Yuuji stared up at him, frozen, unsure whether he should say “yellow” or not. He didn’t want to stop their scene, and he might have actually been up for this if they talked about it beforehand, but he had no time to mentally prepare for this!
It seems like his choice was made for him, though, because the door to the playroom suddenly slammed open, startling even Sukuna (although Yuuji could only tell by the small widening of his eyes -- this man never gave away anything!). Yuuji, however, was much more openly shocked, jaw dropping open and a sudden chill running down his spine.
Because what was standing before him was the blue haired guy from the club all those nights ago, dressed in what was clearly a play outfit, a leather bunny suit and rabbit tail plug to match. He was rifling through a bag he had, so he hadn’t noticed Yuuji yet, had just taken a quick glance at Sukuna before he went on rambling. “I know I said I wouldn’t be free to play today, but things came up and suddenly I was, so I figured I’d come over cause what the fuck else would you be doing. And of course I was right, you’re in here by yourself, getting yourself off without me. You should have just texted if you were so desperate for me, Master~ ♡”
Master? But, but… Sukuna and I are in a partnership. Why is someone else calling him master? Yuuji was so taken aback that he could only stare, praying that there was some explanation for this. Glancing at his Dom, though, he didn’t seem nervous or shocked, like some dirty secret had been discovered, so maybe this was all some big misunderstanding. Still, even as he tried to reassure himself, Yuuji’s heart began to pound, and he suddenly felt like he might throw up at any second.
”Oh--” Mahito paused, seeming to finally notice that Sukuna was in fact not playing alone. “Oops, didn’t realize you were playing with another one of your little bunnies. I’ll give you some time to finish then.” He winked at Yuuji before exiting the room as quickly as he had entered, leaving Yuuji to stare at Sukuna like an abandoned puppy, still hoping there was some other explanation for this.
”M-master…” Yuuji managed to stumble out, watching as Sukuna casually redid his pants, not even sparing Yuuji a glance. “I… I thought…”
”You thought what?” Sukuna said lightly, as if he wasn’t bothered by Yuuji’s hurt at all. “You thought… Oh, don’t tell me? You thought we were exclusive?” The small laugh at the end of his sentence made Yuuji flush with embarrassment.
”We… we agreed to a partnership… we even signed a contract…”
”Being in a partnership doesn’t mean we’re exclusive.” Wh-what? Was Yuuji the crazy one for thinking so? Not all partnerships were exclusive, but the way they had written out their contract really made it seem… “Besides, why would I want to be exclusive with a brat like you? You’re a good fuck, and you’re open to basically anything, which is a treat I suppose. But long term, doms don’t want subs like you.” Sukuna paused, seeing the stricken look on Yuuji’s face. “Oh, you thought if you said yes to anything, you’d be the type that makes doms want to stay? How naive.”
What… what was he saying? Yuuji shook his head in disbelief, words not able to come up his throat. He was suddenly intensely aware of how naked he was, how covered in his own urine he was.
”I mean, look at you. Willing to cover yourself in your own piss and I still don’t want you. Now that has to speak more on you than it does on me, hm?”
Yuuji couldn’t listen to this anymore. His hands were shaking, his shoulder were shaking with the effort to hold back his tears -- he did not want to cry in front of this man. And yet… and yet he couldn’t stop feeling utterly betrayed, even if they hadn’t promised each other any romantic feelings. His head could only handle one input at once at the moment, and Yuuji forced himself to change that input from Sukuna to an escape route. For all that his fuzzy head was helping him spiral out of control, it also made it incredibly easy to tune out Sukuna and focus on only the things he had to do to get out.
Get up. Your underwear is wet, there’s nothing you can do about that. Pick up pants -- oh, they’re inside out. Pull the pant legs out, quickly, step in, one leg, the other. It feels sticky… No need for socks, no need for your button up, just grab your tee shirt and go. Is that Sukuna laughing…? No, ignore him, walk out of the room. Shove your feet in your shoes, don’t forget your jacket. Mahito is talking to you, ignore him too. Open door, walk out -- oh, it’s cold. Shove hands in pockets -- ah, that’s where your phone is. Dial Megumi, call him now. You don’t have a car and the subways are closed for the night. You don’t even know if people can tell you’re walking around with your underwear soaked. Just focus on getting home, on how to get home.
The phone line crackled. “Hello?” came Megumi’s groggy voice.
”...” Yuuji couldn’t figure out what to say.
“Yuuji, is something wrong?” Megumi immediately sounded more alert at the thought.
“...Megumi!” And the tears finally fell.
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”Yuuji, I need you to listen to me. It’s okay if you can’t speak right now,” Megumi soothes over Yuuji’s sobs, “but just make a noise, okay? Anything to let me know you can hear me.” Yuuji took a few shuddering breaths, his inability to even grunt in affirmation making his chest seize in panic. Finally, he was able to utter a high pitched sound, focusing only on his own lungs and Megumi’s voice.
”Okay, good. Make a sound if you’re home or somewhere safe.” At Yuuji’s silence, Megumi’s voice returned, slightly more panicked but trying to hide it. “Make a sound if you need someone to pick you up.” Yuuji obediently made a sound at this.
”Fuck, okay… Lemme text Satoru. This is the worst timing ever Yuuji, I’m so sorry.” It was then that Yuuji was able to dredge up through the fogs of his mind the fact that the cafe meet up today had been for the purpose of seeing Megumi before he left to visit home for a little over a week. “It’s okay though, Satoru is awake and I have your phone’s location, I’m sending it to him now. He’ll come pick you up. See if you can get yourself to a safe location, okay?” Yuuji grunted in reply, looking around to try and judge where would be satisfactory. There was a bus stop a block away that would allow him to sit down and be sheltered from view, so he started in that direction.
”Yuuji,” Megumi’s next words seemed more cautious. “How are you feeling? Make a sound if you feel like you’d be okay to be taken home and be alone for the night.” Yuuji wanted to make a sound, didn’t want to burden Megumi anymore, but he could tell how wacked up his brain was, how much he was still shaking. He knew if he went home and spent the night alone, he would be messed up for days.
”That’s okay, it’s okay Yuuji. Thanks for being honest with me, Megumi soothed. “Can you make a noise if you need a Dom right now?” Yuuji had to think about it for a moment. If it was someone he trusted, like Megumi, he would practically be begging them to be by his side. His body felt wrong all over, in the type of way it did when he hadn’t don’t a scene in a while or if a scene had ended unsatisfyingly -- but about a hundred times worse. But Megumi was away to see his family and Nobara was with Maki on a trip for Fashion Week. Who else was there for him to go too? Still, he couldn’t help the hesitant affirmation slip from his mouth, his subconscious winning out over his anxiety riddled brain.
”I can try to talk things out with you over phone or Facetime? Or…” Megumi paused, seeming to consider something. “Satoru can help you out. Obviously you haven’t been with him before like that, but I put my full trust in him. I can talk him through it beforehand too, if that would make you feel better?”
Yuuji thought about it as best as he could. He trusted Megumi. Megumi trusted Satoru. As a friend, Yuuji trusted Satoru. Being over the phone with Megumi could help, but when Yuuji was in a state like this, it was often physical touch that grounded him. Megumi knew that, and it was probably why he suggested having Satoru help Yuuji. It… seemed like the best choice Yuuji had.
”Mm,” Yuuji affirmed, sitting down at the bus stop bench and biting his lip. It dawned on him that it wasn’t his lip, but something else he wanted in his mouth right now, but he sat on his hands to suppress the urge. He wouldn’t do anything until he could talk it over with Satoru, at least as much as he could handle.
Megumi stayed on the line with Yuuji while simultaneously texting Satoru all he needed to know, helping Yuuji stay relatively calm and cognizant until Satoru’s car pulled up. As Megumi bade goodbye to his friend over the phone, Satoru rushed out of the driver’s seat, looking a bit more frazzled than Yuuji could recall seeing his older friend.
”Yuuji,” Satoru rushed over, immediately wrapping him into a hug. Yuuji melted into contact that his body and brain identified as safe, his eyes falling shut as his mind teetered on the edge of entering a space where he would feel protected. Satoru pulled back, placing his arms on Yuuji’s biceps and rubbing them up and down, giving the younger a once over. It was only when his eyes hesitated on Yuuji’s crotch area that Yuuji lit up bright red. He hadn’t even thought of -- or been capable of -- warning Megumi about having to sit in the car with his underwear and pants soiled. Satoru seemed to take it in stride though, hushing the distressed noise that Yuuji let out and rummaging in the back for a towel. “Always keep these on hand, you never know when or where you’re gonna have to clean up come, you know?” he said, trying to lighten the mood. Yuuji couldn’t exactly smile, but hearing Satoru’s normal lighthearted tone helped settle him.
”There, all good,” Satoru reassured after spreading the towel out on the seat, gesturing for Yuuji to sit inside. Yuuji did so, glad that Satoru had kept the car pumping out warm air. Even though it was only the beginning of October, Yuuji felt inextricably cold, and the heat in the car was like a warm blanket engulfing him. Wrapping his arms around himself helped even more.
Satoru explained that he was driving them back to Yuuji’s apartment so Yuuji felt more comfortable, and then hesitantly approached the topic of what Yuuji needed at the moment. “Megumi told me you were feeling pretty non-verbal, hm?” At Yuuji’s nod, Satoru continued his line of questioning. “He said you usually like to feel like a baby or a pet when you get like this. Are you feeling like that right now?” Yuuji was glad that Megumi ran through everything with his boyfriend, otherwise he would have no idea how to explain. He nodded, unsure of how to specify which one it was, but he needn’t have worried. Satoru was well versed in dealing with most BDSM kinks, and was not a stranger to DD/LB or pet play, nor to dealing with a nonverbal partner..
”Do you feel like an animal?” Yuuji shook his head. “Can you show me how old you feel, then?” Yuuji paused, debating a bit before holding out four fingers. “That’s good, good job Yuuji. Is it okay if I call you Yuuji-chan?” Yuuji nodded. “And this type of thing is usually non-sexual for you, correct?” Again, Yuuji nodded. “And if you ever feel uncomfortable, we can use the red, yellow, green system?” Yuuji hesitated. Usually it was his safeword of choice, but tonight it rubbed him the wrong way. It reminded him too much of what he had just been doing. Hesitantly, he shook his head.
”That’s okay, thanks for being honest with me, Yuuji-chan. Hm… Let’s use “tiger,” as our safeword, then? And since you’re feeling nonverbal, we can have a signal too. Just tug my earlobe if you ever need to stop, okay?” Yuuji nodded.
The rest of the car ride continued with Satoru clarifying a few other things with Yuuji, and Yuuji nodding or shaking his head when he needed to. It was a relief when they finally arrived at Yuuji’s apartment building, Satoru offering his jacket to tie around Yuuji’s waist so he didn’t feel embarrassed, even though they were unlikely to run into anyone in the elevator this late at night.
Once inside, Satoru’s mood shifted, seamlessly entering the Daddy Dom persona. “Okay, Yuuji-chan, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Yuuji took off his shoes and nodded, shyly following Satoru to the bathroom. Yuuji didn’t have a bath, so the best they could do was a shower, Satoru testing the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “Okay, Yuuji-chan, Daddy’s gonna help you get undressed. Lift your arms up for me, okay?” Yuuji followed obediently, letting the older take off the jacket tied around his waist, his jacket, and his shirt, only pulling back slightly when his Daddy’s hands reached for his pants.
”Tsk tsk, come on Yuuji-chan, we talked about this in the car. Daddy only wants what's best for you, so you have to listen to what he says, okay?” Yuuji pouted but nodded, stepping back closer to Satoru. He let the older take off his pants without complaint, but he shied away again when he reached for his underwear. Satoru settled a stern look at him, and promptly smacked him lightly on the butt. “Yuuji-chan,” he warned. Yuuji looked at the ground in shame, but didn’t protest any further, letting his Daddy remove the sticky garment from his body.
”Okay, let’s get you in the shower, okay?” Yuuji nodded, letting Satoru direct him under the water. The older stripped down to his boxers, and remained at the edge of the water, helping Yuuji wash his hair first and then gently wipe a washcloth down his body, cleaning away any of the remnants of the earlier scene.
”Good job, Yuuji-chan,” Satoru cooed as he wrapped the younger in a towel afterwards. He pulled a hair dryer out from the sink and ushered Yuuji towards his room, guiding him to sit down on the edge of his bed. He plugged the appliance in and sat behind Yuuji, slightly nudging his head down. “Okay, baby, let’s get your hair dried, okay?” Yuuji nodded, humming something that vaguely sounded like “okay.” He was starting to feel a bit more open to speaking, now that his Daddy’s care was cocooning him like a warm blanket.
The warm flow of the hair dryer’s hair and Satoru’s long fingers combing through his hair almost lulled Yuuji into a sleep, but his Daddy kept rousing him to make sure he didn’t pass out before getting some food and water into him. Satoru hummed a bit as he combed his fingers through Yuuji’s scalp, a song that vaguely sounded like a tune from Yuuji’s childhood. Yuuji couldn’t help but let out a low hum along to the tune as well.
”Yuuji-chan is feeling a little better, hm? That makes Daddy very happy to see,” Satoru cooed, ruffling Yuuji’s hair. Yuuji whined at the motion, but really, he was always fond of his hair being tousled like this. He found it to be a sweet display of affection, since he was fond of tactile things. “Let’s get you dressed for bed, okay?” Yuuji nodded, lifting his arms up obediently for Satoru to pull a shirt over his head, being a bit stubborn about wanting to put his underwear on himself though. With another light spank from Satoru, Yuuji conceded, letting him dress him in his underwear, pajama pants, and fuzzy socks.
”Let’s get you nourished, okay?” Satoru held Yuuji’s hand and led him back toward the kitchen, plopping him down in one of his kitchen chairs before rummaging around the cabinets. As Yuuji waited, he finally got to do what he had been itching to since the bus stop, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and sucking on it. He was a bit hesitant because he’d been yelled at by a previous Daddy before for doing this, but when Satoru glanced over his shoulder and noticed, he only smiled at him and went back to looking through the cabinets. Yuuji relaxed in relief, continuing to find relief in the warm suction around his thumb.
”Here, make sure to drink this whole glass, okay Yuuji-chan?” His Daddy set a full glass of water in front of him, and Yuuji couldn’t help the knee jerk reaction he had at being instructed to drink water or else, his mind flashing back to the scene from earlier that night. Satoru seemed to notice Yuuji’s face shifting, because he patted the younger’s head in comfort, quickly reassuring him. “No need to rush, you can drink it along with your food. Daddy just wants to make sure his little Yuuji is hydrated, okay?” Yuuji still felt a bit unnerved, but nodded along, wrapping both his hands around the cup and lifting it to his mouth in order to take a sip.
Satoru made a simple meal of white rice with a fried egg and piece of spam, small enough that it wouldn’t upset Yuuji’s stomach but large enough to account for the fact that he hadn’t eaten all day. “Remember to say thanks for the meal, okay now?” Yuuji nodded and clapped his hands together, mumbling out an “itadakimasu” before digging in. His Daddy had to scold him not to eat too quickly and to remember to drink, but otherwise there were no more hiccups.
”You’ve been a good boy, Yuuji-chan, let’s get to bed.” Satoru said, setting the dishes aside in the sink to do later. As he pulled Yuuji toward the bedroom, he pulled out a lollipop from his pocket, grinning widely. “Now Megumi would kill me if I let you had this now, but since Yuuji-chan’s been such a good boy, I’ll let you have one of my personal lollipops from my candy stash. You can have it tomorrow, okay?”
“Mm!” Yuuji beamed in return, finally feeling settled after being told that he’d done a good job for his Daddy. Satoru left the lollipop on Yuuji’s dresser and went to look for some of Yuuji’s clothes that he could borrow for the night. Not quite in the mood to flop down on his bed though, Yuuji pulled back his covers and snuggled into his pillow, waiting for the older ot join him.
”Here you go, Yuuji-chan,” Satoru smiled, holding out a black furry dog plush for the younger to snuggle with. Yuuji smiled fondly at it, remembering the gift from Megumi with affection and bringing it close to his chest. He trailed his fingers through the fur, the repeated motion of touching something soft and fluffy soothing him.
”Off to sleep we go, Yuuji-chan. Come here,” his Daddy said, patting his lap as he settled down next to Yuuji in bed. Yuuji scooted over, lying his head in Satoru’s lap and letting the older man rest his hand on his head, not moving or anything but providing a solid, warm comfort that someone was there for him. The exhaustion of the day quickly caught up to Yuuji, and he mumbled a quiet “good night, Daddy,” as sleep started to overtake him.
”Good night, Yuuji,” he vaguely heard Satoru say in return. “You did well today. Get some rest.”
And with a reassuring warm body at his side, a snuggly plush against his chest, and warm words weighing at the front of his mind, Yuuji was able to fall asleep quickly.
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Yuuji didn’t go back to the club for a while after that. That humiliating, horrible night weighed heavily on his mind, despite the attempts of Megumi, Satoru, Nobara, Maki, and many of his other friends to try and assure him that nothing that happened was his fault, that it was entirely Sukuna being an absolute dick.
He hadn’t spoken explicitly about the cruel words Sukuna had said about him as a sub, but he had a feeling his friends knew. His self esteem was at an all time low, which was rare for the usually confident and cheerful Yuuji. He tried to mask it by acting like the usual sunshine they saw him for, but it was hard when Sukuna’s words seemed only to add to a pile of doubt that had already been forming for years, especially after his breakup with Todou.
His friends didn’t pressure him about looking for a partner again, but they also knew he would start to have a hard time if he didn’t find someone eventually. Still, they felt even more protective over Yuuji than they already have, considering he somehow seemed to attract the vilest assholes out there, despite how pure and kind he was. Even they remained hesitant at the idea of finding someone through the club again.
Satoru, however, was nothing if not a network of connections. In mid-November, he asked Yuuji to meet up with him alone for some coffee, something the younger was surprised about considering the only time they had hung out without Megumi was when Satoru had helped him out that night about a month ago -- and, uh, Yuuji wouldn’t exactly call that hanging out.
”Yuuji~!” Satoru waved Yuuji over excitedly, his energy a bit high for Yuuji that morning, despite Yuuji usually being able to match the other. It was one of his bad days, where his sleep was restless and he woke up with negative words from past partners swirling around his head. Still, he plastered a smile on his face and told himself he’d feel better after his cup of a white chocolate mocha. Nothing like a holiday drink to get him in the spirits, eh?
”Good morning, Satoru,” Yuuji greeted as he sat down. He was glad that nothing was awkward between them after that night together. He hadn’t expected Megumi to be awkward about it, even though other people might find that weird seeing as it was his boyfriend involved, but Yuuji hadn’t been sure how to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Thankfully, the other was as understanding as his boyfriend, although Yuuji was sure he was probably the only person in the world those two would do something like this for -- well, Satoru might be more willing, but Megumi surely would never let his leash grow that long.
”What a good morning it is, Yuuji!”
”Uh, really?”
”Well, an average morning for me, but it’s gonna be a great morning for you, soon!” Yuuji felt a little apprehensive at Satoru’s confidence. The last time he had been like this, he had tried to convince Yuuji to open an OnlyFans, under the guise of helping to lift his spirits. If Yuuji could recall his reasoning correctly, Satoru had said something like, “what will make you feel happier than getting tons of men paying for your semi-nudes? You won’t even have to strip naked and you’ll be rolling in money and adoration!” (Thankfully Yuuji didn’t have to berate him. Megumi did it for him, chasing him around their living room with his Badtz-Maru slipper.)
”Listen, I am not starting my own PornHub channel, I already told you--”
”Yuuji!’ Satoru pressed a hand to his heart, jaw dropped as if he was scandalized. “You really think I would call you out here to proposition you about such a thing?”
”Yes.”
”...Well, I would, but not today. Today is about your future boyfriend, the man of your dreams, a man worthy of Itadori Yuuji!”
Well damn, I think I might have preferred if this was about PornHub instead.
”Satoru, I told you, I don’t think I’m ready to meet another rando that’s just gonna turn out to be a weirdo or jerk again.”
”Perfect, because this isn’t a “rando” at all.
Admittedly, that got Yuuji’s attention.
”Someone you know? … Someone you played with in the past?”
”Unfortunately, I never got the chance to do the latter. He always said I was too annoying, and that if we had sex he’d have to blindfold me and gag me the whole time so he didn’t have to see my face or hear my voice. How rude, right?”
Well, considering Satoru’s personality, not necessarily.
”Anyway, he’s a junior from college, and someone I would consider a friend. We used to run into each other at the club a lot, and I’d follow him around until he got sick of me. Ah, good times~”
”And he’s… a Dom?”
”Oh yeah, and I would say he fits what you’re looking for pretty well. He’s experienced, and I knew a lot of the subs he played with, and they all had raving reviews. A few of them even compared me to him and said they wished I could be more like him, which was quite rude if I do say so myself.”
”Is he… looking for something long term?”
”Oh, definitely. He’s never been the one night stand or fling type of person, way too gentlemanly for that. Hasn’t had a partner for a bit, because he’s not the type to just settle for someone if he thinks his heart won’t be into it. Spoiler alert, I already told him all about you and showed him your photos, and he was superinterested.”
”R-really?”
”Well, it can be sort of hard to tell with him, you know those stone faced types, but you’re lucky I’m his friend, cause I can read him like a book! You’re just his type.”
”Well.. If you’re vouching for him, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to see some photos and hear more about him. What’s his name, then?”
”Nanami. Nanami Kento.”
***
As he sat at a dinner table waiting to meet Nanami Kento, Yuuji was scared. He wasn’t scared of the other, not really. Rather, he was scared that he would screw things up once again, because based on what Satoru had shown him, he already liked the other so much.
The older man was attractive, no doubt about it. He also seemed accomplished and self certain, and while his social media was relatively bare, the few posts he did have had an unintended dorkiness to them that was very charming.
Nanami had arranged reservations at a nice dim sum place, and Yuuji had gotten there early, fidgeting in his seat as he awaited the arrival of his dinner date. This wasn’t even some pre-screening for some BDSM play or something, they had agreed to keep talk about that away for the night, just to ease the pressure of meeting each other, especially on Yuuji. But a date, with a man like this?! How could Yuuji not feel the pressure?!
”You must be Itadori,” a voice surprised Yuuji out of his internal panic, and he scrambled to identify where it was coming from. Nanami Kento was standing right to the side of him, looking even more handsome in person, and Yuuji just about died. Even though he wasn’t smiling, Yuuji felt that there was a kindness to his voice, or to his person, and it eased his nerves a bit.
”Yes, it’s great to meet you, Nanami-san!”
”No need for the formality,” Nanami said as he slid into the booth opposite Yuuji.
”Then~ Is it alright if I call you Nanamin?” Yuuji blurted out. He wasn’t sure where it came from, the confidence to affectionately call out to this man -- maybe it was Satoru’s faith in him, maybe it was the kind aura he gave off, maybe it was just Yuuji being stupid again -- but he didn’t regret it when he saw the fondly exasperated expression befall Nanami’s face.
”If you must,” he said, but the warm tone belied the cold words.
Ah, Yuuji thought, is it okay for me to think things could go well this time?
***
It was, in fact, okay. More than okay, Nanami and Yuuji seemed to hit it off. They didn’t even talk about BDSM once at their first dinner, just getting to know each other and talk about their lives, hobbies, and interests.
That didn’t mean it wasn’t weighing on Yuuji’s mind, though. Surely Nanami didn’t get involved with Yuuji just because he was looking for a conversation partner; Yuuji was sure Satoru had lured him in with the promise of a submissive that was willing to do pretty much anything for his Dom.
But when Yuuji tentatively brought this up on their second meetup, Nanami seemed more than a little perplexed.
”You… believe that I am meeting you and getting to know you solely for the purpose of getting you to have sex with me?
”W-well, when you put it like that, it does sound a little scummy, a-and I would never think of you that way, Nanamin!
”I was under the impression that Gojou had told you about me. That I look for long term domestic partners in the people that I share my bed with.”
”Well, yes he did mention that…” Yuuji frowned. Had he misjudged somewhere along the way? Nanami was looking for both a long term BDSM… and romantic partner? He might’ve had an easier time believing that in the past, but Yuuji had made well aware of what he was good for. Short term flings, maybe up to a few months. Anywhere past that and he got annoying, clingy, or boring. Why would someone as well off and upstanding as Nanami be interested in him?
”...” Nanami shifted on his couch and turned away from the takeout they had ordered, focusing all his attention on Yuuji. The younger man shifted under his intense gaze -- it was nerve wracking, being stared at like that! “Itadori, I want to learn more about you.” Immediately Yuuji’s shackles raised, his guard up -- what did Nanami mean? What was so interesting to learn about Yuuji anyways, besides his kinks and his limits? “But I think it might be easier if we did this a different way.”
”...A different way?”
Yuuji was unaware at the moment, but Nanami would later tell him that he was pretty easy to read. He had guessed that Yuuji had some complicated feelings related to BDSM, but that approaching the topic during a normal conversation would only cause Yuuji to clam up or avoid the truth. It had shocked Yuuji, later: how well Nanami had been able to read him back then, even when it was only their second time meeting.
”Mm,” Nanami hummed, shifting a bit. His posture had already been perfect, but there was a sudden change in the way he carried himself, as if he took up more of the room now, as if he was commanded Yuuji’s eyes to look at him and only him. It sent a throb to Yuuji’s dick, and the young man cursed himself for being so horny again that Nanami’s dominating presence alone got his lower regions interested.
”Let me be straight with you, because I’d like you to be honest with me as well. I think we seem compatible as people, Itadori, and I’d be interested in pursuing a long term partnership with you. An exclusive one,” he amended, and the words almost seemed too good to be true to Yuuji. “I did not wish to hear too much about your situation from someone other than yourself, but Gojou has informed me of what he believes I need to know about your BDSM experiences.” Yuuji flushed, wondering just how much the older divulged. He trusted that Satoru kept it on a need to know basis, but he was also a shameless gossip, so…
”My concern is that you would end up agreeing to play that you don’t feel comfortable with. To my understanding, you’ve purposefully started lessening the items you list as hard limits, in fear of turning away potential doms.” Yuuji shifted uncomfortably, suddenly unable to meet Nanami’s eyes. He wasn’t aware that Megumi knew that -- and it could only be Megumi telling Satoru this, there was no one else familiar enough with Yuuji to know such a thing.
”I…” Yuuji really had nothing to say to that. Admitting it was not in his plans, but denying it would be lying to Nanami, and he did not want to start their relationship off like that.
”While insufficient dominants might see this as a win for them, competent doms know this is not the case. This relationship is one built on trust, not only with you trusting your mental and physical safety to me, but with me trusting that you will let me know if things go too far. If I am made to worry that you won’t mention a limit to me, or that you won’t safeword if you need to, I cannot consent to a scene. It becomes unsafe for both of us.”
Yuuji knew Nanami’s reprimand made sense logically, but he couldn’t help but hesitate to agree. In theory this might be true, but of all his partners in the past? They had always stayed a little longer when Yuuji agreed to more things, when he wasn’t as vocal about his limits or where he wanted to stop.
”I’d like to have an open discussion about our limits and kinks, but I propose we do so with some rules. If you do not follow those rules, you will be disciplined. Does that sound like something you would be okay with, Itadori?”
”So like, a trial scene?”
”If you would like to call it that, but the end purpose is for us to talk productively, not to have sex.”
”And… what if things progress in that direction?”
Nanami’s seriousness faded for a moment, an exasperated tilt of his lips appearing at Yuuji’s cheekiness. “If things naturally go in that direction, I am fine with that, as long as we keep from introducing play into it. I want to save that for another day, after we’ve gone through everything and can prepare a scene properly, together. What about you, Itadori?”
It took a moment for Yuuji to realize Nanami was asking how he would feel if they ended up having sex. He was a bit surprised, thinking his suggestive question would have been taking as him assenting to it if things happened to go that way, but he understood why Nanami wanted to ask to make sure. “I’d love it if the night ended like that,” he admitted shyly.
”Good,” Nanami said, “But first and foremost is what I mentioned earlier. You didn’t confirm or deny whether you’d be okay with some discipline, Itadori.”
”Ah, right! Sorry. Yep, sounds fine with me, let’s do it!”
”...Well, let’s discuss the details first because agreeing wholeheartedly, shall we?” Yuuji nodded quickly, noticing Nanami’s frown and worrying if he had come off too eager. He didn’t even stop to consider at that moment that it was concern on Nanami’s face, at seeing Yuuji’s unbridled enthusiasm first hand.
Nanami questioned Yuuji on what discipline methods he found to be most effective and which he found to be arousing. He decided to save the more effective methods (bondage, orgasm control, chores) for another night, and go with the standard spanking for now. It wasn’t too harsh, got the message through, and was also arousing to Yuuji, so he wouldn’t be too stressed.
Then they set out the rules. Yuuji thought it would be the type of thing he had been instructed on before -- don’t move, don’t speak unless spoken too, always call him Master, etc -- but when Nanami listed none of them, it made him a bit miffed. The rules were as follows: be completely honest; take at least five seconds before answering any questions in order to completely think them through; do not lie for the sake of pleasing Nanami. Yuuji was struggling to see the point of the rules at the moment -- of course he would do all of this, it was a no brainer! -- but Nanami seemed pretty insistent, so he would go along with this.
Nanami made sure they had a safeword picked out, and that Yuuji felt comfortable conducting their conversation from a spot on Nanami’s lap. Yuuji had to hold himself back from gushing about how it was a blessing to be able to lie across Nanami’s lap this early on into their relationship!
”And remember, discipline will only occur if you do something wrong, Itadori. Punishment is not necessary, and I’ll reward you either way, okay?”
Yuuji paused, for some reason feeling choked up at his reassurance. Every dom he had met before had equated discipline with punishment, even though they weren’t the same thing. In Yuuji’s mind, this meant that they expected Yuuji to fail, to break the rules, to not be good enough. Nanami believing that Yuuji could get through this without doing so touched him.
Even if that turned out to hardly be the case.
”Okay, Itadori,” Nanami said, rubbing a hand soothingly over his ass. Yuuji had stripped down to his underwear, Nanami still dressed in his suit. “First, why don’t you tell me your kinks? What do you like?”
Oh, this was easy. He had the list memorized, he had recited it so many times both online and in person. “I like being submissive, obviously. Other than that, masochism, discipline, asphyxiation, bondage, humiliation, role playing, praise, and sounding…Pet play and ageplay too, usually nonsexual but sometimes within a scene. Ah, I like it when I’m made to cry or beg.”
”I appreciate your honesty, Itadori, but can you identify which rule you broke?”
”Huh? I-- Oh. Oh! I didn’t wait and think about it before answering. I’m sorry Nanamin,” Yuuji felt a rush of shame hit him. How was he so bad at following such a simple direction? Nanami must be so disappointed in him already.
”It’s okay, Itadori, we’re just getting started,” Nanami assured, and Yuuji was surprised to feel his hands run through his hair in a soothing manner. “I’ll still have to punish you though.” Yuuji nodded.
The smack that came down on his right ass cheek somehow still startled Yuuji, even though he was expecting it. Maybe it was the force and surety that Nanami directed his smack with, or the tender way he soothed the area right after, but Yuuji found his hand a lot more stimulating that the paddles or floggers various partners had used before.
They went through Yuuji’s hard limits, and when the sub hesitated to reveal any soft limits, Nanami decided to take a different approach for now, evaluating the limits of some of his kinks and seeing how he felt about things he had not mentioned that Nanami could foresee coming into play.
”Let’s talk some specifics. Is there any time when humiliation feels too much, or any specific verbiage that’s a limit for you?”
“...” Yuuji remembered to wait this time. At first he was gonna just pretend to think about it, but inevitably, a scorning voice wormed its way into his head, reminding him that there was in fact some moments where he felt a little unsure about humiliation. “I… at least for now, I don’t like being called brat, I think. I mean, if Nanamin likes using that term, it’s fine, but--”
”Why is it fine, if it makes you uncomfortable?”
”Well, you’re the dom, so…”
”Nanami sighed, “Well at least you’re not lying to please me, but I think I should amend that rule to include thoughts like this too. Do not dismiss your own kinks and limits or regard them as inferior to mine.”
Yuuji stayed silent for a bit at that, having a hard time outwardly agreeing, because it was in his very nature to place greater importance on his dom’s pleasure.
Nanami seemed to sense that Yuuji was struggling with this new idea. ”It makes you happy when your dom is happy, right Yuuji? Even if it involves play that you don’t personally understand the appeal of.” Yuuji nodded. “Then, even if you don’t understand it, let me explain to you something. I, as a dominant, of course like my own kinks being fulfilled. But I get as much satisfaction from seeing your fantasies play out, and from seeing you happy. Putting our desires on equal footing allows this to happen.”
Yuuji nodded. He understood what Nanami was saying objectively, so he had no choice but to. Nanami patted his head in return. “I hadn’t amended the rule yet, so no punishment for that one, but it will apply going forward. Now, any other limits to humiliation?”
”Not really, although sometimes I can feel a bit cagey if it involves something I can’t control. Not always, though.
”Such as loud moaning?” Yuuji flushed a bit, remembering once again when he’d been yelled at for “whining like a prostitute in a whorehouse who didn’t care who heard him.”
”Yes,” Yuuji whispered.
”Good,” Nanami complimented, pressing a kiss to Yuuji’s hair. “What about anal sex, and oral?”
Yuuji was a bit shocked at this one. Most everyone he knew just expected both out of their partnerships. He was well aware that many gay couples chose not to engage in anal sex, but he hadn’t had that experience himself. “Both are fine, I like both.”
”Giving and receiving?”
Was Nanami asking about just blowjobs, or topping and bottoming too? “I like giving blowjobs more than receiving them, but both are absolutely fine.”
”And?”
So he was asking about topping and bottoming! “You… don’t expect me to just bottom?”
”Just because you’re submissive doesn’t mean you immediately are relegated to bottoming only, itadori.”
”R-right… Well, I prefer bottoming, I don’t really like topping unless I’m not very active in it, if that makes sense? Like… being ridden, stuff like that.”
”Thank you for your honesty, Itadori,” Nanami patted his inner thigh this time, making Yuuji bolt a little and shuffle forward on Nanami’s lap. The friction of his barely clothed dick against Nanami’s suit pants sent pleasure straight to his dick, and he barely held back his moan.
”Ah, let’s add one final rule, if you are agreeable to it, Itadori. I like to hear my partners be vocal. It’s confirmation that I’m doing a good job, for one, and quite sexy, for another. I’d like it if you didn’t stifle any of your moans or noises during this session. Every time you do, I’ll add an extra spank at the end. Do you agree to this?”
Yuuji was used to holding in his sounds at this point, but he wanted to please Nanami, so he nodded.
”Good, let’s move on. How do you feel about cross-dressing?”
Yuuji paused to think about it. He liked makeup, skirts, and some women’s lingerie, but bras and wigs weren’t really his thing. That was a bit complicated though, so he should just say he’s fine with it, right? “I like it, I--. Yeah, I like it,” he affirmed.
Of course, Nanami saw right through him. “But?”
”But… just bits and pieces. Not really the whole ensemble, or bras or wigs or that kind of thing.” Nanami hummed, and without warning brought another smack down on Yuuji’s butt, this time on the opposite cheek. Yuuji yelped at the impact, grinding forward again and barely holding in a moan at the friction against his dick. It was dry, and slightly painful, but the masochist in him loved it.
”For not being honest with me from the start,” Nanami explained, this time not soothing the sting, letting it linger in a deliciously cruel way. Yuuji didn’t even realize that he had also managed to already add an extra smack to the end of their session.
”Exhibition and voyeurism?”
... “Neither here nor there. Don’t mind it, but don’t go out of my way for either.”
”Food play and stuffing?”
”Again, both are fine.” Nanami seemed to pause to see if Yuuji was telling the truth or not, but deeming that he wasn’t just saying that for the sake of pleasing Nanami, he continued.
”Temperature play?”
”Oh man, I totally forgot how hot I find playing with ice!” Yuuji blurted out before he could think, leading to another resounding smack on his butt. If he thought Nanami’s first smacks were hard, this one only seemed to have increased fervor, Yuuji holding back another groan at the thought of the marks that would surely be left over. He was also a bit embarrassed; he was usually very good at following rules, he wasn’t the bratty type, but for some reason Nanami’s rules were much harder to follow than “sit,” “stay,” and the other typical commands he heard.
”Think before speaking, Itadori,” Nanami warned again. There was something comforting in the way that Nanami always reminded him what it was he was getting punished for, even if Yuuji himself knew. It didn’t allow any intrusive thoughts to start making stuff up.
”S-sorry…” Yuuji took a deep breath and shifted slightly in Nanami’s lap, since the dom hadn’t said anything about that not being allowed. He mostly did it to find a comfortable position, but the rough glide of his dick against Nanami and the relief it brought was also playing at the front of his mind. “I like ice. Wax is fun as long as it’s done safely, with the right type of candle, ya know.”
Yuuji felt Nanami’s hand still from where it had been moving up and down his bare back, and he knew his words must have caused concern to the older man. “Don’t worry, no one’s ever done it the wrong way with me, but a friend of mine got burn scars from play gone wrong, so…” He heard Nanami hum in understanding.
”This continued for a bit, Nanami listing out kinks and Yuuji responding to them, with various levels of hesitancy, but always trying to be honest. He got a few more spanks for answering too fast or being too hesitant, and one more for dismissing his own limits in favor of trying to seem appealing again. As the smacks built up, the sting started to remain, a pleasant feeling that made Yuuji feel owned and safe, his head feeling a little fuzzy at the thought. His dick was also feeling it -- he had surely stifled way more moans than he should have -- and now he was nervously shifting in Nanami’s lap every few seconds. He was glad the older man didn’t chastise him for it, though, because while he liked being restrained in some settings, sometimes it made him feel a bit stifled.
”Only a few more left, Itadori…” Nanami paused. “Are you okay with pet names?”
”Mhm,” Yuuji trilled happily. He quite loved pet names. Again, it was that feeling of being owned by someone, of being something specifically for them, that made his head rush.
”I’ll come up with something fitting for you, then,” Nanami said, stroking Yuuji’s hair. Yuuji also liked that way it sounded because it seemed like Nanami was already anticipating much more time spent together, which was exactly what Yuuji wanted. Nanami moved on, probably sensing that Yuuji was reaching the end of his attention span. “What about somnophilia?”
Yuuji paused. They hadn’t addressed a few of the things Yuuji felt pretty averse to, and if he was gonna be saying no to all of those, he should probably say yes to something… “It’s fine,” he said, unwaveringly, even though he really wasn’t a fan of it. He already got enough disturbed sleep as it was, sleep was a sacred time for him that he didn’t want disturbed. It wasn’t a hard limit, but he probably should have set it up as a soft limit with boundaries.
Nanami hummed in acknowledgement, and moved on. “Omorashi or water sports?”
”...” The answer before would probably have been yes, within boundaries. Now though… “Maybe someday, but not now.” Yuuji was proud that he didn’t feel any regret being honest about that one.
”Sensory deprivation?”
”It’s fine.”
Nanami must have heard something in his voice this time, because he questioned Yuuji further. “All of it, or just some at one time?”
God dammit, how did this man know how to read Yuuji so well within such a short span of time? “...One or two at a time can be okay, but I don’t like not being able to communicate. Like, if I’m gagged, I prefer being able to see and move my hands so I can gesture to you that way. With most other things, I’m find, as long as I can still speak.”
Another smack landed down on Yuuji’s butt cheek. At this point, it was all landing in the same place, a deliberate choice on Nanami’s part it seemed, and was starting to hurt. Yuuji whined, pushing his ass up as if to ask for relief from Nanami’s soothing hand, which the older relented to.
”Shhh, we’re almost done. But you have to tell me the whole truth from the beginning, okay? That last time you withheld information until I asked.” Yuuji nodded, the reprimands starting to be taken to heart more and more, in a way that he could still recognize as his mind starting to enter something like a subspace. He really was about at his limit, and Nanami could tell too by the tear filled look that Yuuji sent him as he glanced up. “Just one more question, okay, honey?” Yuuji whined at the affectionate term, nuzzling into Nanami’s thigh and nodding.
”Edge play? Ah, to be more specific, let’s talk about the things that aren’t already in your hard limits or kinks. I think that leaves blood play, knife play, 24/7 play, and total power exchange.
”Mm… knife play is okay, blood is probably a soft limit. If it’s light and won’t leave scars I might be open to it, but probably not now,” Yuuji said, turning a lot more open and honest as his mind went to mush. “Total power exchange is a hard limit, I forgot to mention it earlier. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose though!” He almost sprung up in alarm at the thought, “it just hasn’t been in my scope of play, so it didn’t cross my mind!” Nanami soothed him, saying he believed him, which caused Yuuji to settle back down. “24/7 play… I think I would like it. I’d like to be your submissive all the time, Nanamin,” Yuuji said with a dreamy sigh. “As long as I get some rest at nighttime, you know. So maybe like, 16/7… I don’t want to be sleeping in a dog bed or chained up or fucked while I’m sleeping, ya know…” Yuuji mumbled the last bit, snuggling into Nanami’s leg, not noticing the way Nanami stiffened.
”So, somnophilia is a no?” Yuuji’s drifting mind seemed to forget that he already answered this question.
”No, it’s fine if we plan it, or like, if it’s a weekend or a holiday… just most of the time, I might not want my sleep disturbed.”
”Itadori, why did you not mention this earlier when I asked you?”
Yuuji startled at the realization, immediately backtracking but actually creating more problems for himself. “I-I just thought, you know, I don’t really have a problem with it. If it’s something you like I really don’t mind it, and I’ve added conditions to so many things already, I--”
”Tell me all the rules you’ve just broken.” Nanami commanded, his voice stern. Yuuji shook a bit at the order, his mind tripping over itself to remember what he’d done and all the rules. He wasn’t used to pointing out himself why he needed to be disciplined.
”I, I wasn’t completely honest, that’s one. I, I guess I sort of lied? For the sake of pleasing you?” At Nanami’s grunt, Yuuji continued. “And… and…” his brain was racing because it seemed Nanami wanted something else listed out but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
”Don’t panic,” Nanami reminded, soothing a hand over Yuuji’s hair. Yuuji’s heart warmed at how the other still reassured him even when he was in the middle of a punishment. “Think of the rule we added later.”
”I dismissed my own limits,” Yuuji remembered.
”Correct. That means three smacks,” Nanami narrated before going right into it smack smack smack landing three smearing smacks against Yuuji’s rear. They all went to the same spot, and Yuuji cried out, the pain shooting right to his dick in the form of pleasure, not able to hide his moans anymore -- forgetting that he had even been instructed not to in the first place.
”Nanamin…” Yuuji groaned, grinding into the older’s lap, looking for some form of release. The dom stroked Yuuji’s butt, knowing he wasn’t done yet.
”Your moans are beautiful, Itadori. It’s a shame you held them back so much throughout our session, even though I asked you not to.”
”Ah!” Yuuji frantically went to sit up, only to be pushed back into Nanami’s lap with a firm hand. “I totally forgot, I’m so sorry Nanamin, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t trying to disobey--!”
”Shhh,” Nanami hushed, “I know you didn’t. It’s hard to break a habit you’ve ingrained in yourself for so long. I am just trying to help you begin that journey. That does mena, however, there are eleven more spanks until we can finish up.” Eleven?! Yuuji bit back his moans that much?! … Yeah, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. “Do you think you can count them for me?”
Yuuji considered it. He was a little out of it, but counting still seemed to be in his realm of capabilities, although he would probably get a little distracted with how his dick was about to be rubbing itself all over Nanami’s lap. Speaking of… Yeah, Yuuji could definitely feel Nanami’s own dick through his pants. The older man was definitely hard (and big, if the outline of his dick had anything to say), although Yuuji never would have guessed with how composed he was acting. “Yes, I can count.”
”Okay, let’s start.” The first smack was on his less sensitive ass cheek, but the second was on the one that was already pretty marked up, surely burning red with all the hits. It landed a little off center compared to the other spanks, and Yuuji was sure Nanami did this on purpose, out of consideration for him. He managed a shaky “two,” before the older did the next three in quick succession, barely giving time for Yuuji to spill the numbers out of his mouth. His brain completely focusing on his task, his body was left to its own devices, instinctively rising up to meet the spanks and consequently grinding back down onto Nanami’s lap with no shame. “F-five!” he yelled out, not even realizing his voice cracked.
Slaps six, seven, eight, and nine rained down with less power than before, and off center as well, in a way that was most relieving and also endlessly frustrating to the part of Yuuji that chased pain. Groaning loudly, he shoved his butt into the air, almost pleading out loud for Nanami to hit him harder before remembering this was supposed to be punishment, and he had no business asking for anything. Shoving his ass back down into Nanami’s lap, Yuuji shuffled in embarrassment, but it seemed Nanami had already gotten the message and was willing to comply.
Spank number ten hit exactly the spot Yuuji was most sensitive, harder than any of the spanks before, and the cry that Yuuji let out was loud and unrestrained, pitching high halfway with how overtaken my pain and pleasure he was. He could feel the precum leaking out of his dick, how sensitive he was, how much he wanted, no needed more friction, how Nanami’s lap wasn’t enough, how--
His thoughts were sorely interrupted by the last smack, Yuuji not even realizing that he hadn’t counted number ten out loud. The last spank was just as hard as the last one, except this time Nanami didn’t soothe the area with his hand afterward, leaving it to burn in that agonizingly blissful way. Yuuji was almost fully gone now, his head swimming in a sea of pleasure and floatiness. It was weird that it had only taken some discipline and spanking to get him this far gone, but he would later suspect it had something to do with the safe feeling Nanami provided, an aura wrapping him up in warmth and telling him it was okay to let go.
”Good boy,” Nanami praised, and Yuuji surged up at the praise, flinching slightly at the pain on his ass but powering through in order to meet Nanami in a searing kiss. The older man reciprocated wholeheartedly, his large hands settling around Yuuji’s waist in a deliciously possessive grasp.
”Bedroom,” Nanami explained as he sat up, picking Yuuji up with him. It started the younger a bit -- he was quite muscular, and while Nanami was tall and seemed athletic too, he hadn’t expected that type of muscle from the businessman. Nanami’s hands under his ass burned exactly where the spanks had landed, but the reminder of that pain only made Yuuji grind into Nanami harder, hands wrapped around his neck as their makeout session continued into the bedroom.
Nanami placed Yuuji carefully on the bed, the younger panting as he peered up the older man removing his tie. “Hot,” he breathed out, enjoying the faint blush that appeared on Nanami’s cheeks at the compliment. He himself wriggled out of his underwear, peering around the room a bit before he spotted a mirror by the dresser. He shifted so he could see his back, and moaned at the sight that met him. His ass was amazingly red, in a way that Yuuji knew would bruise, and leave him with a reminder of Nanami every time he sat down within the next few days.
His musings were interrupted by a now naked Nanami pushing him back down onto the bed and crawling atop him, restarting their makeout session, this time trailing his lips down Yuuji’s neck, leaving love bites and kisses wherever he could. So Nanami is the possessive type of lover, Yuuji noted, moving his hands to lock behind Nanami’s head as a way to anchor himself. He grinded his dick upward, hoping to catch Nanami’s own pelvis and relieve some of the the painful desire with friction, but it was to no avail. Nanami pushed his hips back down with one hand, giving him a stern look before returning to his bodily assault.
This time, his lips attached to Yuuji’s right nipple. Yuuji’s nipples weren’t that sensitive, a frustration that the younger man wished he could magically change to no avail, but Nanami picked up on this and adjusted accordingly, instead leaving bite marks around his chest in that claiming way that shot pleasure right towards Yuuji’s dick.
”Nanamin… need… hurts… too much…” Yuuji managed to pant out, trying to describe how desperate he was for any sort of attention to his dick. Nanami hesitated for a minute, but decided not to tease the younger any more. He reached over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom, fitting the latter over his dick.
Well, Yuuji thought he wasn’t gonna tease him anymore, seeing as Nanami reached toward Yuuji’s dick and spread the precome all over it, his long, thick fingers stimulating Yuuji in a way that had his hips going crazy, wanting more, more, more. But Nanami quickly moved on, coating his fingers and Yuuji’s hole with a generous amount of lube, and starting to nudge his way in.
Yuuji hadn’t had sex in a while, so after the second finger, the fit got a little uncomfortable. Nanami returned one of his hands to Yuuji’s dick to help him and his hole relax, sliding up and down in a feathery light way that was agonizingly too much and not enough. Yuuji groaned at the sensation, too far gone to worry about the noises he was letting out, but knew better than to thrust up at Nanami’s hand again, knowing he would just get pushed back down.
Yuuji thought they would get straight into penetration as soon as Nanami had breached three fingers comfortably, but then Nanami went looking for his prostate. And found it. And pressed on it, long and hard. And kept thrusting into it.
”Ngh, ngh, hnggghhhh!” Yuuji couldn’t help but squirm, pleasure shooting up from the touches in a way that was too good but too overwhelming. His head was spinning, he could barely concentrate, he wanted to beg Nanami to never stop but also stop this once or else he would be coming untouched--
Then Nanami shifted the angle, lifting Yuuji’s hip a little, and adding a bit of movement every time he pressed into Yuuji’s prostate, and every coherent thought left Yuuji’s mind. All he could do was pant, whine, and squirm like an animal in heat, chasing the pleasure, chasing the release.
When it finally came, it felt like it was too much and not enough, a dry orgasm being ripped from him just from Nanami milking his prostate. The older continued to press at it even through the orgasm, causing Yuuji’s body to convulse and jolt in overstimulated pleasure. He let off once Yuuji had rode through it, panting and moaning in the aftershocks, eyes almost rolled back in bliss. “Good boy,” Nanami praised again, pressing a kiss to Yuuji’s forehead, the younger man snuggling into the praise and affectionate action.
After making out a bit more to give Yuuji a bit of time to catch his breath, Nanami lined himself up at Yuuji hole, lifting his legs so they were hooked over Nanami’s shoulder. Both Yuuji and Nanami liked this position, because it meant they could look into each other’s eyes as they had sex.
Nanami’s cock was big, and even with all the stretching out he had done, it still took some forceful pushing through Yuuji’s tight canal to get him bottomed out. Once he was, Yuuji moaned at him to move, and Nanami happily obliged, not able to hold himself back anymore. “Itadori,” he groaned, low and seductive, in a way that made Yuuji’s dick twitch. Nanami was generally pretty quiet, he had noticed, so hearing his name said in such an unrestrained way made Yuuji inextricably happy.
Nanami eventually found Yuuji’s prostate again, hitting it about every other thrust, as Nanami himself grew closer to climax, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto Yuuji’s face. A bit of it fell onto Yuuji’s lips, and he lapped up the salty liquid, not realizing his absentminded action only made Nanami pound into him even more, shifting Yuuji’s legs and hips so he could get an even deeper angle into Yuuji.
”I’m close,” Nanami huffed. His eyes trailed Yuuji’s stomach, and Yuuji had the suspicious that someday Nanami would love to feel his own dick through Yuuji’s abdomen -- although that was an adventure for another day. Nanami’s hand wrapped around Yuuji’s stiff dick, which had gotten hard again when Nanami had started thrusting against his prostate. Yuuji’s precome was leaking everywhere, ready to explode especially after the earlier dry orgasm, and Nanami’s hips began to stutter with how close he was.
”Coming,” Nanami breathed out, thrusting a last few times before penetrating especially deep. Yuuji, of course, couldn’t feel his cum fill him up due to the condom, but he felt the hot warmth of it through the thin plastic. That, combined with Nanami’s calloused hands engulfing his dick and his thumb rubbing over the tip with unrelenting speed, caused Yuuji to finally climax, his own seed spurting everywhere, all over his abs, chest, and even reaching his chin. It was the strongest orgasm he had had in a while.
Yuuji didn’t realize it, but he must have drifted off a bit after that, because the next thing he remembered through his foggy mind was Nanami wiping a warm cloth over his body, cleaning up the cum. Yuuji tried to say something, a thanks, a word of how good it was, anything, but his mouth didn’t want to cooperate yet. Nanami must have heard something though, because he glanced up at Yuuji’s face and stroked his cheek fondly with the hand that wasn’t cleaning him.
”You did well, Itadori,” and the words were like a blanket wrapping around Yuuji, reassuring him that he was safe. He closed his eyes again, not going to sleep but letting the sensations settle around him -- Nanami’s footsteps leaving the room, then coming back again. Nanami climbing into bed beside him. Nanami’s large hands lifting Yuuji up and resting his body so it was snuggled right up against the older man. Yuuji might have been more muscular, but the way Nanami cuddled him, with Yuuji’s face pressed into his chest and Nanami’s arm wrapped securely around his shoulder, made Yuuji feel small and protected.
Nanami nudged a straw at his lips, which Yuuji tried to refuse at first, but at the dom’s gentle prodding, he accepted it, along with a small slice of bread to soothe his stomach before they slept. Yuuji’s head was starting to clear up a little, and he mustered enough consciousness to open his eyes, peer up at Nanami, and smile.
”You’re amazing, Nanamin,” he said, his voice a bit slurred with haziness, sleepiness, and happiness. Still, he didn’t miss the smile Nanami shot back at him, the largest smile he had seen from the other man so far.
”You are even more amazing, Itadori.”
The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was the light kiss against his forehead.
***
Having a partner, no, a boyfriend for Christmas was something Yuuji hadn’t imagined being possible a month ago. Yet here he was, holding hands with Nanamin, swinging their gloved hands back and forth as they walked down a crowded street. Carols blasted from store speakers, the songs switching every ten feet, but Yuuji continuously hummed along, getting an exasperated smirk from Nanamin every time he abruptly switched the tune he was singing.
It was cold, but Nanami, the ever gentleman he was, had lent Yuuji his scarf -- and Yuuji would never admit to conveniently forgetting his in the hopes that this would happen. His goal was to end up with a pile of clothes stolen from his boyfriend, but that was a work in progress. Yuuji could see his and Nanami’s warm breaths fogging up the air, his mind drifting off a bit to think about other types of warm, heated breaths, ones that happened in bed, causing him to flush all of a sudden and Nanamin to stare at him in question.
”Is something the matter, Itadori?”
”Not at all Nanamin. Just thinking about how happy I am to be spending Christmas Eve with you,” Yuuji beamed. His sincere words seemed to have touched the older man, seeing as he turned his face away slightly in an attempt to hide his reddened cheeks.
”The same goes for me, Itadori,” Nanami said, squeezing Yuuji’s hand in affection. Yuuji had come to realize that this was one of the many things he lov-liked about Nanami, the way he said or did small things that constantly reminded Yuuji of how his boyfriend felt for him. He didn’t want to seem desperate, but Yuuji was willing to admit that lots of reassurance did well for his mental state as well as for the state of their relationship. Yuuji was still trying to figure out Nanami’s love language, although he had already noticed that the older man liked it when Yuuji surprised him with bento boxes with romantic notes for him to bring to work or called him his boyfriend in front of his friends, so he had begun to suspect that Nanami might have had some issues in the past with someone that had been afraid to admit to their relationship with Nanami. But he didn’t want to pry, and they had a lot of time to learn more about each other: a fact that made every day exciting to Yuuji.
And even if Nanami grumbled about it, his mornings were a lot more pleasant now that he had an energetic younger man spamming his phone with emoticons and stickers at the break of dawn to wish him a good morning every day. His afternoons were a lot brighter now that he’d get selfies from his boyfriend, updating him on his day or asking how Nanami’s day was. And his evenings were a lot more exciting, whether it be discovering more about Itadori in the bed or at the dinner table.
”I have a present for you,” Nanami blurted out, unsure if now was the right time, but seeing as they had plans for a holiday party with all their friends tomorrow, tonight might be one of the last chances they got to be alone. He withdrew a box from his pocket, wrapped neatly in gold wrapping paper -- Yuuji was sure Nanami did that himself, considering how perfectly wrapped it was -- and handed it to his boyfriend.
”Nanamin…” Yuuji trailed off, turning his shining eyes up to the older man’s face. “You already bought me dinner, now this? You didn’t have to!”
“Well, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. It makes me happy to see you smile, Itadori,” Nanami said, causing Yuuji’s smile to spread even wider across his face. A month ago he might have blushed wildly and refused such an outright compliment, but Nanami was good at showering Yuuji with so much praise and affection that Yuuji was getting better at accepting it, and believing it too.
Yuuji excitedly unwrapped the box, opening the cover to reveal an expensive looking black leather choker with a small pink pendant hanging off the the front, making it look both classy to the untrained eye but obvious to Yuuji for what it was: a collar, claiming his as Nanami’s. Immediately Yuuji felt tears of happiness spring to his eyes, and he was barely able to catch Nanami turning the choker to reveal the inside, in which an inscription was engraved: Nanami’s good boy. Pure pleasure and happiness filled Yuuji’s heart, and he immediately held the choker up to Nanami, gesturing for him to put it on.
“Nanamin, thank you so much,” Yuuji said as the older man got behind him in order to put the choker on. ”This is the best present I could have asked for.”
”Well, it was already true, this just cements it materially,” Nanami said easily, kissing the shell of Yuuji’s ear lightly as he finished fastening the collar.
Yuuji turned back around, beaming up at his boyfriend, and declaring they had to take a selfie with him showing off his new attire. Nanami rolled his eyes, but willingly softened his facial expression for the photo, indulging his boyfriend once again. Afterwards, Yuuji grabbed the red bow that had been tied around the box, and fastened it around his neck in a bow shape, creating another choker for himself.
”Well, I was gonna tell you later, but now’s probably a fitting time too,” Yuuji started, grabbing both of Nanami’s hands. “I have another present for you as well.” He gestured proudly at the bow on his neck. “Me!”
”You?” Nanami raised an eyebrow.
”Mhm~! Yuuji singsonged, “I planned a super fun night for us! Hint, I’m wearing some special things just for you! They’re even Christmas themed.”
”Lingerie?”
”Well, yes, but give me credit, I’m a little more creative than that!
”...A reindeer tail butt plug.
”Eh-- eeeeehhhh?! How in the world did you guess Nanamin?! Did you see my Amazon shopping history? No fair, it was supposed to be a surprise!”
”Yuuji, surprise or not… Christmas themed paraphernalia or not… You are, indeed, the best present I could get this Christmas.”
fin