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Are you guys ready for some brat taming?

Title: The One Where Fuyuhiko is a Brat

Pairing: Hajime/Fuyuhiko

Rating: There is so much smut here lmao

Word Count: 5821

Hajime stared flatly at his boyfriend, completely unamused by his antics. He wasn't entirely sure what Fuyuhiko was playing at, but he definitely didn't like it.

The yakuza heir was currently leaning on the countertop of the store they were visiting, laughing flirtily as he spoke to the salesperson. While the flirting was annoying, Hajime knew that it wasn't real. The person behind the register was female, after all, and Fuyuhiko had no interest in women.

The real problem was that Fuyuhiko was wearing the tightest pants Hajime had ever seen him in. Combined with him bent at the waist as he leaned on the counter, Fuyuhiko's perfect ass was on full display.

And several of the men in the store had taken notice.

Hajime stood near the store entrance watching the scene play out. He knew that Fuyuhiko would never actually make a move on someone else, but watching him tease the prospect like this was still mildly infuriating. Hajime crossed his arms and clenched his jaw, eyes following the other man’s every move.

Another man nearby noticed where Hajime was looking and gave him a dirty grin. “Do you think that ass is as tight as it looks?”

Hajime glared coldly back at him. “That's my boyfriend, asshole,” he growled.

The man raised his hands defensively. “Sorry, I didn't know.” He paused, then, “You let him just flaunt around like that?”

“Mind your own business.” Hajime glowered at Fuyuhiko, who was arching his back way more than he needed to.

The other man cocked an eyebrow at him before going on his way.

Fuyuhiko finally finished whatever purchase he was making and sauntered over to Hajime, smirking up at him. “Ready to go, babe?”

Hajime held his tongue, choosing to just nod and grab Fuyuhiko's hand, probably rougher than he needed to. He led the smaller man out of the store and back into the mall. Quickly, he pulled him into a hallway between stores, one meant for employees. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Fuyuhiko looked up at him innocently. “What do you mean?”

Keeping his expression even, Hajime grabbed his boyfriend by the throat and pinned him against the wall, watching his eyes flicker with arousal and just a hint of fear. “What. Are you doing.” he reiterated.

Eyeing him carefully, Fuyuhiko answered, “I was just buying a shirt.” His innocuous statement was accompanied by a filthy smirk, and Hajime felt his pulse jump.

He flexed his fingers around Fuyuhiko's throat, noting the way his breath hitched and his lips parted, before letting him go. “You're acting like a whore,” he snapped. “Let's go.”

He started walking, pleased when his boyfriend fell into step beside him. Fuyuhiko glared up at him. “Fuck you,” the blonde grumbled. “I'm not a whore.”

“No,” Hajime agreed. “But you're acting like one.”

Silence fell over them as they continued walking around the mall. Neither of them was particularly happy with their conversation, but neither of them wanted to be the first one to say something about it.

The tension between them seemed to ease a bit after visiting a few more stores. Hajime, at least, was starting to calm down.

Fuyuhiko pulled him into some sort of clothing shop. Hajime wasn't really paying attention, just content to go along with his boyfriend.

They started browsing the racks separately. Hajime wasn't particularly interested in any of the clothing, and honestly, none of it really looked like Fuyuhiko's style, either. He furrowed his brow, wondering why the other man would've chosen this store.

Then he heard Fuyuhiko laughing on the other side of the shop. He knew that laugh. It was the one that Fuyuhiko only used when he was flirting.

Feeling his ire rising, Hajime moved towards his boyfriend's voice. Sure enough, Fuyuhiko was talking to some other man, leaning casually against a clothing rack. As Hajime watched, Fuyuhiko held a shirt up in front of himself, asking the other man how it would look. The stranger smiled at him, moving closer. Hajime couldn't hear what he said, but he knew he didn't like it.

Before he could go over there, however, Fuyuhiko was already pulling away from the other man. He glanced at Hajime, smirking, clearly aware of his boyfriend watching. “Not interested,” he told the stranger, and he walked off in the direction of the fitting rooms.

The stranger stared after him in disbelief before noticing Hajime standing there. He shook his head. “What a fuckin' tease.”

Hajime probably would've laughed at that if he wasn't so irritated. Instead, he merely agreed with the sentiment before following after his boyfriend.

As he stood outside of the fitting rooms, Hajime felt his phone buzz. He took it out of his pocket to discover that he had a message… from Fuyuhiko. Frowning at his screen, he opened the message.

He was greeted by a photo of Fuyuhiko in the fitting room, posing in front of the mirror wearing the shirt he had been holding before.

>what do you think

Hajime gritted his teeth and was just about to reply, when he received another photo. Fuyuhiko had changed into a different top, one that was basically just a corset, dark green satin and lace. It hugged his chest and waist in a very attractive way, and Fuyuhiko smirked at the camera.

>what about this one

Hajime tightened his grip on his phone. He wasn't sure what game Fuyuhiko was playing now, but he didn't like it.

>Get out here

>Now

>but im still trying on clothes

>is this one better

This was followed by another photo. This time, Fuyuhiko was wearing a corset identical to the previous one, but in gold. The color was very attractive on him, and under any other circumstances, Hajime probably would've told him to buy it. But as it was, he was a little distracted by the rest of the photo

The corset apparently came with matching underwear. Fuyuhiko had his bare legs on display as he posed in the lingerie, an even dirtier smirk on his lips.

>Fuyuhiko

>I'm not asking

>Get. Out. Here.

>what the fuck are you gonna do if I dont

>were in public, dumbass

>you cant fuckin touch me

Hajime was seething now. He almost couldn't believe what a little shit his boyfriend was being.

…Almost.

His phone buzzed again and another picture appeared. Fuyuhiko was seated in front of the mirror with his legs spread and his hand on his crotch. He was biting his lip the way he knew Hajime liked.

>i could touch myself right here and you couldnt do anything about it

Another photo, this time with his hand inside the underwear and his lips slightly parted.

>what do you think

>should i do it?

Hajime was already moving. He easily figured out which stall Fuyuhiko was in, since the others were all blessedly empty. He knocked on the stall door, trying to refrain from banging his fist against it. “Open the door.”

He could hear Fuyuhiko chuckle inside the stall, followed by the rustling of clothing. “What's wrong, Hajime? Upset that you can't fuck me?” Hajime could hear the way that his breathing hitched and knew he was touching himself.

“Goddamnit, Fuyuhiko. This isn't funny. Open the door, now, or your punishment is going to be a whole lot worse.”

There was a brief pause, Fuyuhiko obviously contemplating Hajime's threat. Apparently the idea of being punished wasn't enough to stop him, though, and he continued stroking himself. “Make me, idiot.”

Hajime's fist slammed against the door. “Open the fucking door!”

Fuyuhiko froze. It wasn't often that Hajime got really, truly mad. He got irritated, sure, and he would play that up when Fuyuhiko wanted to be bratty, but this was new.

Cautiously, the yakuza heir unlocked the door. Hajime stepped into the stall before closing and locking the door behind him. He stared his boyfriend down, taking in his appearance.

Fuyuhiko was totally bare except for the gold corset. His exposed cock was only half-hard, but it swelled rapidly as Hajime backed him against the mirror.

“Really, Fuyuhiko?” Hajime asked in a low voice. “You want attention this badly?”

The blonde glared up at him. “Fuck you. I'm not doing it for-”

He was cut off as Hajime shoved his fingers into his mouth. “Sure you are. You're being a little attention whore and trying to make me mad.” He pressed his fingers further into Fuyuhiko's mouth, watching him gag and drool. “If you want to be a little whore, then maybe I should use you like one.”

Fuyuhiko made a noise and Hajime could feel the way his dick twitched.

“Hands above your head,” Hajime ordered, voice barely above a growl. Unsurprisingly, Fuyuhiko just glared back at him, so using his free hand, Hajime wrestled the smaller man's hands up, pinning them to the mirror.

He pulled his fingers out of his boyfriend's mouth and moved them down between his legs. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into Fuyuhiko's entrance, listening to his strangled cry.

“Look how easy it is to get inside this slutty little hole,” Hajime mused, already pumping his fingers in and out. He watched Fuyuhiko's reaction, noticing that the smaller man was biting his lip, trying not to make noise. “Go ahead and moan, baby. You wanted attention, right? Moan so you can get all the attention you deserve.”

Fuyuhiko met his gaze, but his glare was diminished by his flushed cheeks and short breaths. “Go fuck yourself,” he gritted out even as he rocked against Hajime's hand.

“What was that?” The taller man yanked his arms higher, thrusting his fingers faster. He worked a third finger into Fuyuhiko, listening to him whine. “Moan for me.”

The blonde tipped his head back against the mirror, biting his lip hard, trying not to let any sound escape. They both knew that it was a losing battle - Fuyuhiko was always very vocal during sex.

There was a soft, shuffling noise from outside the stall, and then a knock on the door. “Um, sir?” a meek-sounding sales clerk asked. “Is everything alright?”

Hajime raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “Well? Aren't you gonna answer her?” He pumped his fingers harder, watching Fuyuhiko squirm.

The yakuza heir gritted his teeth. “Y-Yeah,” he managed to call out, voice only cracking slightly. “I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec.”

The clerk hesitated before replying, “Okay. If you need assistance, please let us know.”

“Yeah,” Fuyuhiko gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “Thanks.”

The clerk eventually left, and once again, the only sounds in the dressing room were the ones Hajime and Fuyuhiko were making.

“Spread your legs,” Hajime murmured against his boyfriend's ear. In response, Fuyuhiko squeezed his thighs together, pinning Hajime's wrist between them. The taller man let out a frustrated growl. “Why are you being such a little shit today?”

Fuyuhiko sneered up at him. “What's the matter? Too much for you to handle?”

Hajime glared back. “Hardly. Just thinking about how bad I'm going to have to punish you for this.” He felt Fuyuhiko's hole clench around his fingers. “Hah, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that that's what you want.” He shoved a knee between Fuyuhiko's legs, spreading them enough to resume thrusting his fingers.

The blonde looked away, moaning softly. “Yeah, right. Like I would ever want your pussy-ass punishments.”

Trying not to let the taunts get to him, Hajime curled his fingers, pressing firmly against his boyfriend's sweet spot. The other man whined and squirmed. “You're so cute, pretending you don't want me to fuck you right here. You'd love that, wouldn't you?” He thrusted his fingers harder, kissing the tender spot behind Fuyuhiko's ear. “Especially if everyone heard your pretty moans and came running. You'd love it if they saw you stretched out on my cock, wouldn't you?”

Fuyuhiko's legs trembled and Hajime tightened his grip on the smaller man's arms, keeping him upright. “You bastard,” Fuyuhiko moaned, rocking into each thrust. “Fu-uck… Nng… Do it already…”

Hajime barked out a laugh. “You really think you deserve my cock?” He plunged his fingers as deep as he could reach before spreading them. “You're going to cum on my fingers like a good little slut and then we're going home so I can punish you properly.”

The yakuza heir squirmed on his hand, muscles flexing around him. “H-Hell no,” he gasped. “You c-couldn’t make - ah! - make me cum if I - shit! - if I was fuckin' desperate…!” His argument was completely undermined by his moans steadily growing in volume and frequency.

“I'll keep that in mind,” Hajime smirked, curling his fingers again.

After only a minute or so more, despite his protests, Fuyuhiko arched away from the mirror, squeezing his thighs together as he came, spilling onto Hajime's pants and the fitting room floor.

Hajime pulled his fingers free and released Fuyuhiko's arms, letting him slump against the mirror. “Good boy,” he murmured, watching the way his boyfriend shivered at his praise. “Now get yourself cleaned up and meet me outside.” He paused. “And we should probably pay for that corset.”

He left the dressing room, listening to Fuyuhiko scramble to lock the door behind him. He went back into the store and immediately felt several pairs of eyes on him as the employees all noticed him. He flushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

A few minutes later, Fuyuhiko exited the fitting rooms on shaky legs. He didn't seem to notice the stares he received, which was probably for the best. He started towards the register, holding the gold corset. “I already called a car,” he told Hajime quietly.

“What’s your color? I can buy that if you need to go sit down,” his boyfriend offered, following him to the register.

Fuyuhiko just shot him a cheeky smile. “Green, obviously. You think that was enough to take me out?”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. Apparently the game was still on. “Good. Then you won't have a problem taking your punishment later.”

“I'm sure I won't,” Fuyuhiko agreed flippantly. He quickly paid for the corset, not making eye contact with the sales clerk, and the two of them left the store.

As they left the mall, Hajime put a hand on the small of Fuyuhiko's back, effectively guiding him. It was a tactic he knew the other man hated, and sure enough, his surly boyfriend squirmed away. Hajime moved closer, putting his hand on the back of Fuyuhiko's neck instead. “Be good,” he ordered softly.

The blonde glared at him and jerked away from his grip. Hajime added that to the list of transgressions he had to be punished for once they got home.

The car ride was silent. Hajime kept a firm hand on Fuyuhiko's thigh, but didn't attempt to touch anything else, despite his boyfriend's best efforts (much to the driver's relief).

Once they were home, Hajime grabbed his boyfriend by the back of the neck much more firmly than before. He led him inside and straight to the bedroom. “Get undressed.”

Fuyuhiko just glared at him. “Fuck off.”

So Hajime grabbed him again and moved to the bed. He sat down on the edge, pulling Fuyuhiko down over his lap, ass-up. He held the smaller man in place with one hand while he yanked his pants and underwear down with the other.

“Let me go!” Fuyuhiko yelped, struggling in Hajime's grip.

A sharp slap to his backside cut off any further protest. “If you're going to act like a brat, you're going to get spanked like a brat,” Hajime told him calmly. He managed to get his boyfriend nude from the waist down without too much of a struggle.

The blonde whined softly. “You bastard, you can't-”

Another smack on the ass had him yelping. “I'm sorry, what was that?” Hajime snapped.

Ever the defiant one, Fuyuhiko glared up at the other man over his shoulder. “Suck my dick.”

Hajime stared back coolly, tempering his anger. He spanked the smaller man again, then again, not giving him time to recover. “You really ought to watch your mouth,” he growled.

Fuyuhiko cried out at every smack, sounding somewhere between pain and pleasure. He subconsciously raised his hips, presenting his ass more. “F-Fuck… you…!”

With an annoyed sigh, Hajime raised his hand and brought it down harder on Fuyuhiko's ass. The loud smack resounded through the bedroom, accompanied by a sharp cry from the smaller man. Hajime repeated the motion, and Fuyuhiko's cry sounded suspiciously like a moan.

For a while, Hajime continued giving particularly hard swats to Fuyuhiko's backside. Fuyuhiko ceased his arguing, instead yelping and moaning after each smack.

When Hajime finally stopped, Fuyuhiko's butt was an angry red, with a few distinct handprints marring the pale flesh. Hajime observed the aftermath with a sense of satisfaction. Fuyuhiko was shaking slightly and looked a little teary-eyed.

The brunette watched his boyfriend for a moment before quietly asking, “Color?”

“Green,” Fuyuhiko replied without missing a beat, even though his voice sounded shaky.

Hajime took a deep breath. “Good, because you have a lot of bad behavior to make up for.” He tossed the smaller man onto the bed and stood up. “Take your shirt off and lay back.”

Fuyuhiko must've been more shaken than he thought, because he obeyed without complaining. Hajime chose not to say anything about it. Instead, he went to the nightstand, pulling out the tools he wanted.

He kneeled on the bed beside his lover, holding up a set of restraints. “Arms up.”

The other man seemed to have recovered, since he glared weakly up at him. “If you want to tie me up so bad, do it yourself.”

Sighing, Hajime began wrestling Fuyuhiko's arms up into position, securing them to the bedposts. He sat up, looking at his partner with satisfaction. He knew it was risky to not tie his legs down, but he wanted to be able to position him properly.

Fuyuhiko pouted. “Hurry up and get your weak-ass punishment over with so you can fuck me already.”

Hajime gave him a cold stare. “After all that, you still think you deserve my cock?”

The blonde smirked up at him, not even hesitating. “Whether or not I deserve it doesn't matter. I know how badly you want to be inside me. You'll cave.”

Hajime regarded him for a long moment before turning and glancing around the floor. He picked up the briefs that Fuyuhiko had been wearing that day and wadded them into a ball. Then, turning back to his boyfriend, he offered a smirk of his own. “You're a lot prettier with your mouth shut.” He shoved the underwear into Fuyuhiko's mouth, effectively gagging him.

Fuyuhiko glared, kicking his legs in defiance. He made several angry noises, but no words were discernible.

The taller man grabbed him by the chin and forced him to meet his eyes. “Since you can't talk, if you need me to stop, tap your foot three times. Understand me?” His voice was low and serious, and his boyfriend nodded soberly. “Good.”

Hajime climbed off of the bed, going back to the nightstand to retrieve another toy. “You're right, you know,” he stated casually. “I do want to fuck you, I always do. That's why it makes me so mad when you act up like this.” He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between Fuyuhiko's legs. He gently trailed his hands down the smaller man's body, deliberately ignoring his straining erection. “Don't you want to be a good boy so I can fuck your needy little hole?”

Fuyuhiko made a soft noise, cheeks burning red. He raised his hips, presenting his entrance to Hajime, who just chuckled and pushed his hips back down.

“We just went over this, baby. You don't get my dick in you until you learn to behave.” He held up the toy he had taken out, a bullet vibrator. “For now, you have to take your punishment.”

He pressed the vibrator against the underside of Fuyuhiko's cock, just below the head. He held it in place with one hand as the other took the remote and turned it on. Fuyuhiko let out a yelp as an overly-intense jolt of pleasure shot through him.

Hajime watched his reaction, straight-faced. He turned the vibrator up slightly, watching Fuyuhiko squirm and try to pull away. Despite the other man's reaction, however, Hajime noticed the precum beading at the tip of his cock. He smirked a bit, swiping his thumb over the head, smearing the fluid around. “Seems like you're enjoying yourself.”

Fuyuhiko moaned around the fabric in his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure was forced through him. The vibration was way too much, and he bucked against Hajime, but the taller man held him in place. Fuyuhiko looked up at him with watery golden eyes, feeling his peak rapidly approaching and knowing what was coming next.

Just as he was about to come, Hajime released his cock and removed the vibrator. Fuyuhiko let out an angry whine as he felt his orgasm slip away.

Hajime grinned wickedly at him. “Oh, were you gonna cum, baby? I'm sorry. Let me try again.”

He pressed the vibrator against Fuyuhiko's erection again, feeling the way he twitched. The yakuza heir trembled from the intensity, feeling over-sensitive in the wake of his almost-orgasm. He moaned helplessly, bucking into Hajime's hand.

Once again he neared his peak, arching off the bed, and once again, Hajime pulled the vibrator away. Fuyuhiko let out a frustrated sob, falling back against the mattress.

Hajime smiled at him, moving closer. He positioned Fuyuhiko's legs around his hips, letting his boyfriend's nerves settle a bit before the next round. “You're doing so well. If only you could be this good all the time.”

Fuyuhiko glared weakly at him, giving a muffled, “Fuck you.”

His boyfriend chuckled, pressing the vibe against him again. Fuyuhiko's legs tightened around Hajime's hips, trying to pull him closer, trying to do anything to finally get off. Hajime just made eye contact with him and turned up the intensity of the vibrator.

For what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, Hajime repeated this process several times. He would work Fuyuhiko almost to the edge, then pull away at the last second. Sometimes he would press his own clothed erection against Fuyuhiko's entrance, letting the smaller man grind against him desperately before moving away again.

After so much teasing, Fuyuhiko was a whining, trembling mess. Tears were rolling down his face and his hands were holding onto his restraints, gripping them in an attempt to ground himself. Precum dripped from his aching cock and he once again raised his hips, desperate for Hajime to fill him.

With an amused hum, Hajime rubbed his fingers against Fuyuhiko's hole. “Such a slutty pose. You want me in you that badly, huh?”

Fuyuhiko nodded emphatically, grinding against Hajime's fingers. At this point, he was willing to do almost anything to get his boyfriend inside him.

“Then maybe I ought to let you beg for it.”

The blonde let out a frustrated whine, glaring up at Hajime. He was willing to do almost anything, but begging was one thing he couldn't do, not when he was bratting. He didn't mind the occasional please, or I need you, but he knew that wasn't what Hajime wanted.

Hajime smirked as he reached out and tugged the underwear out of Fuyuhiko's mouth. “Go ahead,” he purred. “Start begging.”

And, for a second, Fuyuhiko considered it. He wanted Hajime to fuck him so badly, but was he really ready to give up the game like that? His cheeks flushed as he stared at his boyfriend, trying to decide.

But in the end, his brattiness won. “Go fuck yourself,” he growled. He squeezed his eyes closed, hating his response even as he said it.

Hajime just shook his head. “Really? You can't be a good boy for just a few minutes?” He pressed the vibrator against Fuyuhiko's cock again, cranking up the intensity. The blonde keened, throwing his head back against the pillows. Once again, Hajime pulled the toy away before Fuyuhiko could come.

“You're such a bastard!” the yakuza heir sobbed, kicking his feet in frustration.

Chuckling, Hajime climbed off of the bed. He started undressing, making eye contact with the other man. “I'm going to give you one more chance to be good. Do you think you can stop being a fucking brat long enough to do that?”

Fuyuhiko gave him a pleading look. “Nng… Hajime-”

“No, we're past begging.” Once he was naked, Hajime got back on the bed, kneeling beside Fuyuhiko. He watched in amusement as his boyfriend stared hungrily at his erection. He playfully started stroking himself. “You want this, right?”

The blonde nodded, biting his lip. His desperation was starting to get the better of him, and he was even starting to reconsider his stance on begging.

Hajime climbed over Fuyuhiko's body, straddling his shoulders. “How about you suck me off like a good little cockslut, hm?” Not waiting for an answer, he moved forward, taking his cock in hand and presenting it to his boyfriend's lips.

Fuyuhiko was more than willing to accept this turn of events, and he readily opened his mouth. He let out a low moan as Hajime slid into his mouth, keeping his throat relaxed so his lover could go as deep as he wanted.

The taller man groaned, pushing all the way into Fuyuhiko's mouth until his nose was nestled in his pubes. “Mmn… At least your little whore mouth is good for something,” he growled. His boyfriend let out a soft noise, eyes fluttering closed.

Hajime buried his fingers in Fuyuhiko's hair, holding his head in place as he experimentally thrusted his hips. When he was sure the smaller man could take it, he started thrusting into his mouth, slowly at first, letting his lover get used to it. He quickly gained speed, however, and soon he was pounding into Fuyuhiko's throat.

The yakuza heir gagged as his throat was assaulted, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He moaned hoarsely, enjoying the feeling of being used like this. His hips bucked uselessly, desperately trying to get some kind of friction on his dick.

Groaning, Hajime buried himself to the hilt and held Fuyuhiko's head there. “Fuck,” he breathed, “you're being so good for me…” He tightened his grip on the smaller man's hair, rolling his hips forward to slide further down his throat. “Mmn, if you keep this up, you might just earn my cock.”

Fuyuhiko whined, but it was hard to breathe or even think with Hajime's cock so far in his mouth. His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at Hajime through his long lashes. He wanted - no, needed Hajime inside him. He had to be good, no matter what it took.

Finally, Hajime released him, pulling his cock out of Fuyuhiko's mouth. “Are you ready to apologize for earlier?”

Totally fucked-out, Fuyuhiko stared up at him, panting. “I'm… s-sorry…”

“Sorry for what, baby? Apologize properly.”

Fuyuhiko swallowed hard, wincing at the soreness in his throat. “I'm sorry… f-for being a brat…?”

Hajime hummed in agreement, moving down between his boyfriend's legs. “What else?”

“I'm sorry for… flirting with other guys… And for teasing you…”

Taking out a bottle of lube, Hajime slowly slicked up his cock. “Mmn… You understand how bad you were?”

Fuyuhiko nodded, eyes fixed on Hajime's length. He raised his hips again, almost subconsciously. “Yes, s-sir,” he breathed.

Hajime had to pause, looking at the other man in surprise. Fuyuhiko almost never called him “sir,” no matter how hard Hajime tried. He must've been pretty far gone if he was using it so easily. “And you understand why I had to punish you like this?”

“Yes, sir.” His face was flushed, his lips were swollen, and his breath was coming in little pants. To Hajime, he looked amazing.

The taller man didn't want to admit it, but hearing Fuyuhiko being so submissive was getting him really riled up. He moved into position, rubbing the head of his cock against Fuyuhiko's entrance, listening to his eager little moans. “Do you think you've learned your lesson?”

“Yes,” Fuyuhiko breathed, body trembling. “Please, sir…”

Hajime licked his lips, watching his lover squirm. “...And who do you belong to, baby?”

“You!” Fuyuhiko gasped, trying desperately to grind himself onto Hajime's cock. “I belong to you, sir, please!”

“Good boy,” Hajime purred, finally pressing forward into his lover.

Fuyuhiko's head fell back against the pillows as a loud moan tore out of his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing entirely on the feeling of Hajime sliding into him, filling him just the way he wanted, inch by inch. “Yes yes yes, fuck!” he panted. “Thank you, thank you, hahh…!”

Hajime gasped at the tight, hot feeling slowly enveloping his cock. He pushed forward until his hips were snug against his boyfriend's ass, then paused for a moment. “Mmn… Is this what you wanted, baby?”

The blonde let out an affirmative whine, body trembling as he tried to rock himself against Hajime. The stretch hurt a little, but he wanted so much more, wanted Hajime to split him open until he couldn't take it anymore.

Luckily, Hajime wanted the same thing. He started thrusting right away, gripping Fuyuhiko's hips. He groaned, picking up speed immediately, fucking rapidly into the other man. “Hah… See, this is what you get when you behave,” he panted.

Fuyuhiko wrapped his legs around Hajime's waist, trying to pull him closer. He gasped and moaned, rolling his hips into each thrust. “A-Ahh! I'll be good! Fuck… mmn!”

His boyfriend chuckled breathlessly, pounding into the smaller man. He pulled Fuyuhiko's hips up so that he could slip even deeper, not slowing his pace at all.

The yakuza heir moaned helplessly, looking up at Hajime with half-lidded, watery eyes. “Please…!” He bucked up to meet his partner’s hips.

“Use your words, baby,” Hajime told him, voice low and husky. “Tell me what you need.”

Fuyuhiko arched under him, keening. “Please… let me… Nng…!” He tried hard to formulate his request, but thinking was damn near impossible with Hajime moving inside him like that. “Hah… Please let me cum…!”

Hajime moaned, thrusting harder into Fuyuhiko's tight hole. “Fuck… You wanna cum?” He reached down, wrapping a hand loosely around Fuyuhiko's throat. “You better ask me right,” he growled.

The blonde tilted his chin up, giving Hajime easier access to his neck. “... Please… let me cum… sir…!” He let out a sharp whine as Hajime's fingers tightened around his throat, not enough to choke him, but enough to exert total control over him.

“Hah… you're so fucking sexy like this…” Hajime murmured, pounding Fuyuhiko into the mattress. He leaned some of his weight onto the hand on his lover's neck, watching his reaction. “I'll make you cum, baby, don't worry…”

Fuyuhiko bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed. He rocked into each thrust of Hajime's cock, hungry for more. A surprised moan tore out of his mouth as the vibrator was pressed against his dick again. “Sh-Shit! Hajime!” he gasped.

His lover chuckled, not letting up at all. Hajime grasped Fuyuhiko's cock in one hand, holding the vibrator in place with his palm. His other hand left the other man's neck to lean against the mattress, supporting his weight as he pounded into his partner. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

The yakuza heir let out a whine, bucking desperately into Hajime's hand. “Nnh… so close…! Can I cum…? P-Please… sir!”

Hajime could feel his own peak quickly approaching. He looked down at the moaning, writhing mess his boyfriend had become, and a slight smirk crossed his face. “Hah… Yeah, you can cum… Cum for me, baby,” he purred, squeezing the vibrator tight against Fuyuhiko's cock as he fucked into him rapidly.

Almost immediately, Fuyuhiko arched off the bed, legs tightening around his lover as his orgasm crashed over him. He let out a strangled moan and clenched tightly around Hajime's cock, cum shooting onto his own stomach.

The taller man watched the display with a hungry smile. “Mmn… you're so pretty when you cum for me…” He thrusted faster, desperately seeking his own pleasure. He kept the vibrator in place against Fuyuhiko's oversensitive length, watching him squirm.

“A-Ahh! Hajimeee!” Fuyuhiko yelped, writhing against his boyfriend. “Cum already! Fuckin'... cum in me…!”

Moments later, Hajime reached his peak, burying himself to the hilt as he came. He let out a shuddered groan as he poured into Fuyuhiko's body. The man beneath him gave a satisfied moan as he was finally filled, legs holding Hajime in place.

They laid there for a long while, panting and spent. Hajime barely had the presence of mind to turn off the vibrator and toss it aside. He nuzzled against his boyfriend, smirking against his ear. “Color?”

“Green, jackass,” Fuyuhiko told him, voice hoarse, but he was smiling.

“And what do we say after we get bred?”

Fuyuhiko huffed. “Thank you, sir,” he grumbled, too blissed-out to fight anymore. “Now fuckin' untie me already!”

Hajime snickered, leaning in to kiss his lover. When he finally pulled away, he raised himself up just enough to undo Fuyuhiko's restraints. He kept his weight on top of his boyfriend, and his cock still inside him. “Better?”

Fuyuhiko hummed in acknowledgement, rubbing his wrists gently. He wrapped his arms around Hajime, pulling him down into a bruising kiss. “Fuck,” he breathed once he came up for air, “you're getting really good at putting me in my place.”

“Hah, well, you're getting really good at being a pain in my ass,” Hajime grinned at him.

Letting out a bark of laughter, Fuyuhiko cupped the back of the other man's neck, pulling him in close. “If it gets you to fuck me like that, I'll be an absolute nightmare for you,” he smirked.

Hajime grimaced. “Please don't. I don't actually like being that mad.”

The yakuza heir snorted, but released him. “Fine, you dumbass.”

As they separated and sat up, Hajime voiced a complaint. “And another thing, don't flirt with other guys like that. It makes me crazy.”

“That's the point,” Fuyuhiko told him with a raised eyebrow. “I was trying to piss you off, remember?”

Hajime frowned, but he couldn't really argue. The whole point of Fuyuhiko's brattiness had been to rile Hajime up, and he had succeeded. “I guess.”

Fuyuhiko climbed into his lap, draping his arms over Hajime's shoulders and smirking up at him. “If you don't want me wandering off, maybe you should get me a collar,” he teased.

His boyfriend wrapped his arms around him, matching his smirk. “That's not a bad idea. Would you actually wear it?”

“Hell no, you'd have to make me.”

“Hah, sounds like fun.”

Guys, I did so much research for this, and I still feel like it's not a good representation of D/s dynamics or even brat taming. If those things interest you, please do your own research!

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it, lol. Let me know if you want a sequel where Hajime actually collars Fuyuhiko, because I'm so down.

#fanfiction #kuzuhina #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #danganronpa #live or die you and i are together #sdr2 #the brat taming saga #an official chapter also went up on ao3 today #so enjoy the double post!#(it wasn't this chapter)#i hope this was worth the wait #sparky writes

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