#subspace tw

For the life of him, Itadori Yuji can’t remember why he resisted it at first.

He faintly remembers the anxious feeling that bubbled up in his chest every time you explained to him the basics of chastity devices, showing him BDSM articles that accurately depicted what it would consist of from both you, the dom, and him, the sub. There was always a pit in his stomach he couldn’t quite identify when you showed him different silicone cages, telling him it’s best he start off with comfortable material and work his way up if he so chooses to participate in this type of play.

He faintly remembers the way he’d hide in your chest, clinging to your larger body and beg you to change the subject. The way he’d paw at you and ask you to make the ache in his cock disappear. He wasn’t ready to feel restricted, not when he felt so open and free with you. You, the first man who made him feel like this, so warm and protected, satisfied. But why did he get so adorably hard from a discussion such as this one?

It wasn’t long until things started to progress, until Yuji realized all he really wanted to do was give in.

Sometimes he cringes when you remind him about the first time you helped him with a plastic cage. The foreign, unnatural feeling. He thought his cock wasn’t meant for such a device, that it was strange to have himself confined and balls fit into a ring as he became locked in. He does his best to distract you with sweet kisses, hoping you won’t mention his whining and tears. But you know his tricks too well. So instead you, in a swift motion, pin him down and continue telling the story just to watch him squirm and pout. It’s no fun if you can’t see your sweet boy red in the face, asking you in that adorable voice to just forget about it. But of course you make it up to him, praising him for where he is now.

Speaking of which…

He does remember the warmth and buzz the first time you fit him in a steel cage. It felt different, everything about this one was right. The weight, the feel of the metal, the shape it gave his cock. And he absolutely loved what wearing the cage meant for your relationship. He quickly realized that he loved giving you full control, he loved proving his worth as a partner. He was your good boy, and that beat out any minor discomfort he felt in the beginning of the journey of wearing different chastity devices.

“Didn’t I tell ya, sweetheart? My good boy, you like this, yeah?” you ask him, hands smoothing over his hip bones, admiring him so gorgeous like this.

“F- Feels weird,” he whispers out, glossy eyes looking up into yours. It wasn’t often Yuji fell into a deep subspace, and it always required quite a bit of work, but damn. Like this he was able to fall so easily, so beautifully. “I think I really like it, sir.”

“It’ll take a bit getting used to, pup,” you whisper in his ear, taking a seat on the bed and easily maneuvering him into your lap, “but I’m glad you're enjoying this.”

And since then, it’s been smooth sailing. Yuji, despite what many would think from a quick glance, was naturally submissive. Although he was headstrong and eccentric, he undoubtedly was a giver and a pleaser. He loved seeing your face when he switched the cage out for a belt the first time you went out in public after establishing device wearing. You bet he has that image burned into his brain forever. He has the words you whispered into his ear as you fucked him later that day memorized verbatim. He thinks about them on the days you don’t give him as much attention as he would like. Just like the cage, your words are a reminder of your love for him.

At this point, the cage was a part of him. Wearing it felt natural, as normal as wearing briefs, shorts and a t-shirt around the house. Though it’s not like he ever forgot about the device. No way could he ever forget, not when you dangle the keys to the lock keeping him in place when no one’s looking. Not when your large, warm hands touch his inner thigh or squeeze the flesh of his hips.

But he can deal with the teasing, he can resist the urge to cup his heavy and tight balls in his hand in search of relief. Even if the way you touch him gets him going, whimpering and needy, that high is so much better when he isn’t feeling guilty.

tagging: @peachycoreroo, @newfriendjen. want to be added to my taglist? fill out this form!

So he lets you grope, lets you use him as the warm sensation burns in his tummy. He gets embarrassed every time you make him say it, but he loves when you have him on all fours, unable to cum as you milk his prostate. It has his head spinning, hormones going wild throughout the whole experience. He loses it when you point out he’s humping the air or that he’s fucking himself on your fingers. And he’s a goner when you spank him, sternly telling him to stay still. These feelings beat out the need to cum and release, the proof of his devotion to you is all your baby boy will ever need.