90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟞 - Toys 🥑

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Sex toys, Handcuffs, Blindfold, Masturbation.

Word count: 2388

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Rantaro stood at Shuichi's side, the two watching their boyfriend unwrapping birthday gifts. The other nine members of Kokichi's friend group (known as D.I.C.E) had collected at the trio's shared home to celebrate their purple-haired leader's birthday with him. A fireplace crackled in the corner, fighting the winter breeze.

One last present remained, a cardboard box with a smiley face drawn on it along with birthday wishes. Kokichi picked it up and lifted part of the lid, violet eyes widening before he slammed the lid back in place. Rantaro's eyes narrowed. Why did Kokichi not let anyone see? Could something be going on? What would be so secretive with a birthday gift?

"What's inside?!" Akira asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"N-Nothing!" Kokichi chuckled awkwardly, hiding the box behind his back.

"Come on, tell us!" Kaigo begged.

"No!" Kokichi pouted. His gaze flicked to every inanimate object he could see. His intention was clear. Avoidance. Rantaro glanced at their guests to see a particular male he disliked. Tama. They were friendly, too friendly. Frowning, Rantaro's face contorted in disgust as Tama winked at the purplette. Turning his gaze to Kokichi, he noticed the purplette blushing deeply behind his hands, the box now on at his feet.

Rantaro felt a hand grip his. Turning to Shuichi, he noted the glare hardening on his face. Shuichi and Rantaro got jealous easily with their possessive nature but the former had always been more obvious about it. "Someone's a little jealous," Rantaro whispered into his boyfriend's ear.

Shuichi scoffed. "You are too."

"No comment," Rantaro chuckled. The two smiled at each other and shared a brief kiss as Kokichi hugged all of his guests. It'd reached the end of the party so they were all leaving now. When Kokichi turned to Tama, they hugged for a few seconds longer. Rantaro hated it. He hated Tama. Tama had to leave.

Following the guests to the door, the trio waved goodbye as they all left, driving away to continue their lives. "Bye T-Tama!" Kokichi called out, smiling as the other left. Rantaro hated Tama. No one could take Kokichi away from them.

Closing the door, Shuichi grabbed Kokichi and pulled him into a tight hug, making the smaller yelp in surprise. "What's going on with Tama?" Rantaro asked, joining the hug. Kokichi had now been trapped between the two like a sandwich.

"He's always b-been that way! D-Did I do s-something wrong?" Kokichi asked, tears threatening to drip from his eyes.

"Tama's too close to you." Rantaro frowned, kissing Kokichi's scalp.

"What in that box?" Shuichi asked, rerouting the conversation. Kokichi squirmed in their arms, ducking down to escape their grip. Rantaro watched as he ran to the box and grabbed it, holding it behind his back. With a face as red as a rose, Kokichi pouted at the ground. Grab the box, that's what Rantaro needed to do. Tama could be trying to hit on his man and that wouldn't happen for as long as Rantaro or Shuichi lived.

"It's n-nothing!" Kokichi cried, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Surely Tama didn't get you a box? You're not a cat," Shuichi chuckled. "Well, except for that one time you dressed up as one and begged for us to fuck-"

"D-Don't remind me!" Kokichi whined.

Gently nudging Shuichi's shoulder with his elbow, Rantaro winked at the bluenette. Shuichi smirked, the two communicating without words. Walking around the room, Rantaro began picking up wrapping paper and rubbish strewn about. Guests were messy, he didn't like that either.