90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟙𝟞 - Sensory Deprivation 🍇

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Blindfold, Handcuffs, Gag, Spanking, Degradation, Orgasm denial/Edging, Oral sex.

I'm not too sure how to do this prompt, so hopefully, I've done it right!

I didn't realise how many chapters involved spanking when I planned all of these what the fuck is wrong with me.

Word count: 1708

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He needed the parcel to arrive. Kokichi couldn't relax until it did. Although, he doubted he'd relax even after its arrival. Pushing the peas around his plate, Kokichi felt anxiety bubbling in his stomach. It stopped him from eating, despite being so hungry he thought he'd shrivel up and die within a second. Rantaro and Shuichi talked about their day whilst they ate but Kokichi was too preoccupied with his thoughts. Normally he'd be cracking jokes left and right.

Kokichi wanted to suggest trying something new in the bedroom with his husbands. Secretly, the purplette could be timid which was why he acted over-confident around others. He hadn't a single clue how he'd approach the other two about such a topic.

"Hey, Kichi what's the matter? You aren't eating." Shuichi's question jerked Kokichi back to reality. He stared at the other two now frowning at him.

"It's nothing!" Kokichi grinned, shoving a chunk of chicken into his mouth. Before the two could probe him for answers, a loud chiming interrupted the trio.

"I'll get it," Rantaro sighed, annoyed at the interruption. He made it known that he didn't like visitors after the sun went down. After all, that was when they'd relax for the day and spend time together.

"No! I'm getting it!" Kokichi leapt up and bolted to the door before anyone could beat him to it. What if it was the parcel he'd been waiting for? Throwing open the front door, Kokichi hurried to sign for the parcel and grab it. Thank God that it was a plain cardboard box, minus the transport sticker.

Locking the front door as the postie left, Kokichi turned to see his husbands watching from the hallway. "What's that?" Rantaro asked. Kokichi felt guilty at the concern oozing from their auras, but he didn't know how to handle this without being so secretive.

"Nothing! Don't follow me!" Kokichi shouted as he ran upstairs, the box clutched close to his chest. Shutting himself in the bedroom, the purplette opened the box and peeked inside. It was everything that he'd ordered. A blindfold, pink fuzzy handcuffs and a red ball gag were packed amongst bubble wrap and styrofoam pellets. He'd wanted to buy more but was embarrassed.

Closing the box, Kokichi gripped it tight and opened the bedroom door. "Hey! You two! Get up here!" He shouted into the second-story hallway. Despite wanting to keep this secret, he'd already received his order and the two would peek when Kokichi wasn't looking anyway. It wasn't something he minded, they still respected any boundaries that he introduced. They did it to protect him in case someone tried to hurt him again. Walking further into the room, Kokichi paced back and forth as his husbands soon entered.

"Kokichi, what's going on?" Rantaro demanded. Feeling his face flush red, all of the confidence he tried to muster vanished within the blink of an eye. Unable to speak, Kokichi huffed and shoved the box into Shuichi's chest. He crossed his arms and stared at the ground, pouting. "You're never this shy around us. What's wrong?"

Staring through his peripherals, Kokichi watched as Shuichi peeked into the box and laughed. "Hey! Don't laugh you fucking asshole!" Kokichi huffed. Rantaro peeked over Shuichi's shoulder, a smirk growing on his cheeks.