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Things have been really tense for Ouma lately.
Him and Saihara have been together for awhile, and although they’re close in nearly every aspect, he just couldn't bring himself to go all the way.
Ouma kept trying to convince himself that it was normal for Saihara to get angry when he denied him.
“This is what couples are supposed to do, having sex is natural, so Saihara being angry is natural too!” He’d tell himself, over and over.
He remembers clearly the first time he and Saihara had an argument over this.
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“Kichi~ I brought you some snacks, that skank at the corner store was annoying though..” Saihara had said when he entered Ouma’s small apartment, mumbling the last bit to himself.
“Huh? Really?! Thank you!” Ouma jumped excitedly, quickly rushing over to hug his tall boyfriend.
The taller boy let out a soft chuckle and patted Ouma’s head, his hand softly rustling Ouma’s hair before moving lower to the back of the short boy’s head.
Ouma enjoyed the touch greatly, leaning into it while pushing his face into Saihara’s chest. He always felt so safe when his boyfriend was around.
“You’re so adorable..” Saihara quietly quipped, his hand moving lower and lower down Ouma’s body.
Although the shorter boy wasn't paying attention to the hand, Saihara’s words definitely caught it.
A large blush immediately rushed to his puffy cheeks, his face was heated and his lip quivered in embarrassment. The sudden rush of flustering made him thrust his face forward, hiding it in Saihara’s chest with a small noise of embarrassment.
“S-Saihara.. don't say stuff like that..” His small voice squeaked out, before trailing off as he felt the hand suddenly grip his plump cheek.
His heart seemed to stop the moment he felt his boyfriends hand there, his mind began to race and his breathing increased.
“Shuichi, let go!” He suddenly shouted in a panic, pushing his boyfriend back and gripping onto his own shirt in pain. He couldn't breathe; it felt like the world was spinning, closing him in.
Saihara immediately apologized, coming closer and asking Ouma what's wrong.
When Ouma turned back, his heart had slowed down, his mini panic attack had vanished.
He was still gripping his shirt however, his hand clutching it for desperate support. His eyes were watering and his lip trembled as he stared at Saihara.
“P-Please, I don't like being touched there.” Ouma softly whimpered out.
“What? Are you seriously acting like a baby because I groped your ass? What, do you not like me or something!?” Saihara’s voice harshly cut through the small apartment.
“It’s.. It’s not like that, Saihara! P-Please don't be angry..” His crying picked back up, his hands moving to grip his own hair from stress.
Saihara was clearly annoyed, his jaw was tense and his gaze was piercing.
“So you don't want to have sex with me?”
The question seemed to burn through Ouma’s very soul.
“N-No! Wait I mean, yes but.. just not f-for a while.” The short boy softly muttered out in a quick panic.
The glare he received was unsettling, it ripped him apart inside. Ouma felt like he was betraying his boyfriend, breaking his trust.
“Seriously?! Sex is normal, Ouma, you can't just fucking say no to me.” Another shout, this time louder and more aggressive.
Ouma winced and covered his face as the weeping continued, his tears flowed down his puffy face and his eyes burned. He felt disgusting, how could he tell Saihara no? Sex was normal, he was such a horrible boyfriend.
“I’m..” A hiccup interrupted his sentence, “I’m so sorry Saihara..” Another hiccup and cry.
Before the taller teen could reply, his short boyfriend ran off into his bedroom, his whimper-like cries followed him.
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The horrible arguments that followed after were not any better.
He’s been held up in his room for days, doing nothing but crying and morning hygiene routines.
Everything felt like a dull process, although they haven't officially broken up, it felt like Saihara wanted nothing to do with him.
His dried tears stained his face, coating his eyes in a thin veil of streaks. His nose stung from his excessive crying.
Ouma looked at his phone for the millionth time, not a single message from his beloved. It stung, it hurt so badly, he wanted to curl up in Saihara’s arm.
He groggily got up, his hand falling to his side and his phone softly hitting his thigh.
The short man trudged over to the bathroom, walking slowly and dragging his feet while his other hand ran up his scalp and tugged at his hair in distress.
Turning the knob and opening the creaking door, Ouma walked inside and stared at himself in the mirror with self loathing.
He looked disgusting.
Bags formed heavily under his teardrop stained eyes, their darkness seemed like something a Pinterest emo would wear as makeup.
His cheeks were red and puffy, while the rest of his face was unhealthy pale. A horrible color contrast that made him nearly gag.
How could Saihara ever love him again? He was disgusting, he was a horrible boyfriend.
Even after he denied the raven haired boy, even after he betrayed him as a partner, he still couldn't bring himself to accept what Saihara wanted.
A part of him writhed in disgust at the thought. Everytime he wrote paragraph after paragraph begging for his boyfriend's forgiveness, saying he’s finally ready, the lurking feeling spiraled out of control.
Reaching his tiny hand up, he turned on the facet to begin his hygiene routine. When he was finally finished he heard a ding that sent his heart racing down to his stomach.
Could it be? Was Saihara really texting him?
Ouma’s never moved so fast in his life, his hand quickly moved upwards nearly colliding with his face.
There it was, the notification he’d been begging, hoping, dreaming for. His beloved had finally sent him a message.
On his way to open it, his mind was plagued with thoughts. What if Saihara was breaking up with him? What if it was something horrible?
Ouma found that he didn't care, he just wanted to see him again, hear him, a text felt a million times better than sitting around. Good or bad, he was so deprived of his lover.
‘Hey, Ouma, I’m coming over.’
He’s coming over? He’s coming over, he’s coming over. He’s going to come over?
His mind raced and his phone fell to the floor before he could even reply, his hands were shaking and his heart was pumping rapidly.
Quickly bending over to pick up his phone, he quickly typed a response.
‘Okay!’
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Saihara was so excited he could barely contain himself, he was so sure punishing Ouma would make him finally see that he needed to do this. That he needed Saihara, surely it should’ve worked.
Ignoring him was the easy part, he knew the smaller male would be desperate for him once it was over. It was worth the social sacrifice if it meant he could have Ouma under him.
However, it was clear the small boy wasn't going to budge. It made Saihara terribly bitter, Ouma was supposed to be obedient.
It was all clear to Saihara now, Ouma just didn't know what he was talking about! He just needed to show him, then Ouma would know what's right for him.
Saihara would show him, he’ll make sure of it.
Reaching out his shaking hand, he rang the doorbell.
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Ouma was so nervous, he rushed to get ready and look his best.
He was so excited though, he hadn't seen Saihara in weeks. His heart ached to see the raven haired boy again.
When he heard the bell ring, he felt his stomach drop and his heart slow. Even though he was more than ready to see Saihara again, he still had this horrible aching feeling. Like something was wrong, like he should just run and hide instead of letting the taller boy in.
He ignored it, choosing to open the door instead.
There stood his dark haired boyfriend, his everything.
“S-Saihara!” Ouma chirped happily, immediately wrapping his arms around the taller male.
“Hey, Ouma..” His sickly sweet voice, his voice held a disturbed undertone.
Unfortunately, the short boy was too excited to notice, his face burrowed into Saihara’s chest with a flustered veil covering it.
“You never texted me back..” The short male finally squeaked out.
Saihara gingerly put a hand on Ouma’s head and pet him, gliding it along his locks and smiling softly.
“I’m so sorry Ouma, you needed to learn a lesson,” Saihara said softly, “But it’s okay, I understand now, you just don't know what you want, I'll help you.”
The shorter male looked up confused, his doe-like eyes widened when Saihara’s arms came back down to squeeze him tightly by the waist.
“Sai.. Saihara? What do you mean?”
“Shh, no more questions.” Saihara stated.
Before Ouma could respond, the arms around him let go before pushing him to the ground. The taller male didn't wait a moment to crawl on top of the violet haired boy.
Saihara’s hands rested on his hips and held his legs down with his knees.
“S-Shuichi! This isn't funny!” Ouma screamed out, squirming wildly against him.
Saihara didn't respond, using one of his legs to kick the door behind him shut and standing back up overtop of Ouma. His hands wrapped around the small boy’s wrists and dragged him, kicking and screaming wildly for him to stop.
The raven haired male dragged Ouma all the way to his room, slamming the door open with his foot and looking around.
The sad sight of tissues and dried tears made Saihara laugh out, his wicked smile grew more and more vicious. The images of Ouma curled on his bed crying because he denied Saihara was delicious.
“It’s your fault you had to sit inside here and cry, if you were just a good boy then none of this would have happened.” The taller sneered, his smile burning into Ouma’s watery eyes.
“I-I’m.. Please, I’m sorry, please stop.” The shorter hiccups quietly, his legs still twisting as he tried to stand.
Saihara didn't let him get an inch off the ground before picking him up by his waist and throwing him onto the bed. Ouma’s right leg hitting the headboard with a loud thud that made the younger cry out in pain.
“I wanted our first time to be gentle, but you couldn't stop yourself from being a whiny selfish bitch.” His beloved’s words rang out, the harsh sentence made his tears flow even freer.
Ouma was weak from the days and days of neglect, he tried to move but his body just wouldn't respond.
Saihara took it as the perfect opportunity to place the bag that was wrapped around him down. Opening it up to take out the contents, rope, and lube.
The short boy looked up in a panic, using his hands to lift himself up and attempt to crawl away.
Saihara laughed at him, walking over and grabbing his puffy face before slamming it down on the bed and crawling back on top of him.
Ouma let out muffled screams and kicked his legs while his sore arms were twisted behind his back. He felt the sting of rough rope around his wrists, growing tighter and tighter as it was tied.
“See what you’ve done? It’s your fault, it’s all your fault.” Saihara whispered harshly into his ear, his tongue coming out to softly lick the shell before taking it in between his teeth and softly biting.
Ouma’s head was lifted up by a tug on his hair, his scalp burned from the rough pull.
He felt the weight on his back suddenly lift and looked up to see something else being pulled out of the bag.
A strap of leather with a ball attached to it.
The short man tried to move away, only resulting in his body being turned over and his hands being even more trapped under him.
Ouma tried to scream for help, his shrill voice echoing off the walls. It hardly lasted though, as the leather was wrapped around his head and the ball was shoved into his mouth.
“If only you were a good boy, I wish I could see your pretty lips wrapped around my aching cock.” Saihara nearly moaned out, his obvious bulge sticking out near Ouma’s reddened face.
The taller male crawled back on to Ouma, straddling the shorter’s waist and kicking legs.
“Even though you were a bad boy, I’ll still make you feel good.”
The screams behind the gag increased when he felt a pair of chilled hands lift up his shirt, revealing his flat chest and rosey buds.
No matter how much Ouma squirmed he couldn't budge, he was trapped and Saihara’s hand held down the only part he could really move.
Those long, slender fingers slithered up and over the hardened nubs. They softly stroked in nice slow circles that Ouma tried to convince himself he hated.
“It feels good when I touch you there, doesn't it?” Saibara softly asked, pinching one of the buds and rolling it.
Ouma arched his back the best he could, the feeling was too much and it overwhelmed him.
The taller didn't care though, leaning down to softly lick one of them with slow wet swipes.
Ouma’s body felt like it was on fire, the searing heat from the forced pleasure, along with the scorching rush of anxiety. It was all too much, it all felt like too much.
Saihara’s hands were quick to move, feeling up and down the short boy’s entire body. Every part of Ouma was being touched and stroked by the two chilling appendages.
“MMMM!” Ouma screamed out behind the muffling gag, his legs flailing and body squirming wildly.
A cold hand was pressing into his boxers, moving to touch a part of him that he’d hardly ever touched himself.
The hand didn't seem to care no matter how loud his muffled screams became, as it slinked closer down to its goal.
Saihara’s lips pulled off the reddened nub with a horrifying grin. His expression was daunting and seemed to tear into Ouma.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good now, Ouma, stop moving so much.” His bittersweet words trapped the short boy in a state of panic.
He tried to move, to scream, to beg.
Nothing worked
Nothing stopped the cold hand from finally reaching its destination and rubbing against the soft nub that rested at the top of his most private area.
Saihara leaned down to kiss Ouma’s forehead as he rubbed the shorter’s clit. His slender fingers dug under the hood that encased it, using the space to rub the backside of the small bundle of nerves.
The tip of his thumb did wonders to the quivering clit. Rubbing, stroking, tapping, it all added up to a deep rumbling pressure inside of Ouma’s gut.
The violet-haired boy’s mind was blank, his thoughts being consumed by the intense pleasure he was receiving.
Had this really been what he was dreading? It was heavenly, the intensity of the waves that crashed into him felt so good. Like he was drowning in the most peaceful, exciting wave ever.
A part of him still writhed in disgust, trying to convince him how horrible this was.
“Mm, you’ve had enough spoiling for now, Ouma.” The dark haired male said, his fingers pulling away from the shaking bud just as it was about to finish.
Ouma’s body reacted violently when he was denied his orgasm. He twisted and turned while his pupils blew out into nearly black beady dots.
Soft whines came from behind the gag as he tried to buck his hips up, only to be denied as Saihara held him down with a single hand.
“Shhh, I get it, you just want to get to the good part right?” Saihara said in a haze, he knew the real reason why the squirming boy was upset, but this was still a punishment after all.
The hands that brought him such pleasantries move down lower to his puffy entrance. It was soaking wet with slick, and enlarged from the increased blood flow.
Although Saihara was certain Ouma was wet enough, he still opted to prep him just in case.
His slender fingers softly circled the puffy ring before sliding in slowly and curling backwards.
A muffled yelp sounded from behind the gag. Ouma’s torso twisting and turning from the unwanted sensations.
Saihara’s fingers continued to pump and curl inside of the short boy’s tight hole. Their intense menstrations made his quivering pussy wetter and wetter.
“I had so many wonderful dreams about this moment, Kichi.” The tall male spoke so sinisterly sweet. “I’ve always hoped you’d be more accepting of this, it’s too bad I had to force my hand.” He said with a face full of false sadness.
Adding more fingers to the soaked hole, Saihara stretched them open in a scissoring motion that left the drooling Ouma screaming behind the gag.
The fingers stopped their breathtaking peril, slowly sliding out and moving back up to Ouma’s aching clit.
“That’s enough prepping for you, right baby?” Saihara said, leaning down to kiss the violet haired boy’s forehead.
Ouma was quick to shake his head, his tear-stained eyes pleading for this to stop, for Saihara to let him go.
Even if the short boy was against this, even if he felt so disgusted, a part of him felt so good.
Was he enjoying this? No he couldn't be, this was awful and wrong, he’ll never forgive Saihara.
Unwilling to actually wait for a response, Saihara began to unbuckle his pants. His hand worked slowly while this other continued to softly circle Ouma’s greedy clit.
“You're gonna feel so good, Kichi.”
Before said short boy could even respond, he felt the tip of the raven haired boy’s cock against his hole. Its mere size was enough for Ouma to shiver in fear. His legs continued to try and kick but exhaustion was quick to take over.
The hand that was stroking the shaking boy’s clit moved off, being placed on his chubby hip.
A shrill screech came from behind the muffling gag when Saihara finally pushed his aching cock in. Stretching Ouma’s hole open with a quick intensity.
“Haah, fuuck, Kichi..” He groaned out, “This is better than any wet dream.. Mm, I’ve had. Y-You’re so tight.” Saihara began to drool.
The intense pace was set quickly by the dark haired boy. His hips snapped forward in quick sharp thrusts that left Ouma keening.
Saihara’s balls slapped against the soft, plush ass of the short boy. The loud clapping and squeaking noise echoed throughout the darkened room.
Drool and tears slid down Ouma’s face, his breathing was rapid and his noises increased. Their volume nearly surpassed the muffling ball gag that hid his voice.
“A-Ah.. shit, Ouumma.. I’m gonna cum..” Saihara moaned out, both his hands moving to his hips. They gripped him tightly, leaving red marks behind.
Ouma wasn't much better off from Saihara, the weighty sensation that filled him felt incredible. Every thrust caused fireworks behind his eyes to spark.
His insides seemed to tighten in a strong coil that desperately wanted to snap and release a gushing wave of slick.
Was this what he was avoiding? The disgust seemed to fade with every thrust that sent his core fuming with pleasure.
His love for this had increased greatly, it felt so good. Every time Saihara’s cock pounded into his aching hole, he hit a special spot that made him tighten more and more around the thick appendage.
The dam snapped suddenly, his insides being filled with a hot white liquid that coated his walls.
His own liquid seemed to spill out and coat Saihara’s cock with wetness.
His mind was blanked as his face and neck was covered in kisses, only one thought filled his head.
He didn't hate it.