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Mai couldn’t say that her relationship with Nobara was the easiest she’d had. That honour goes to one of her first girlfriends: an older office lady she met at her first non-Jujutsu job, steadfast and reliable both in work and out, and who had a sense of purpose which had completely besotted Mai. An amicable breakup due to a promotion requiring a relocation, Mai looked fondly back at their time together.
She couldn’t even say that the sex was the best, either. That honour went, memorably, to a foreign bartender she’d hooked up with for a few months before she’d returned to—well, the country didn’t matter. She’d had a liberated attitude to sex that unveiled more than a few pleasures Mai hadn’t yet experienced, which were both novel and thrilling. Some of these, she was waiting for the right moment to introduce to Nobara, in fact.
Still, she thought, clenching around the sturdy, malleable silicone of the strap as she rode out her orgasm. Still, she thought, admiring the unflinching severity within Nobara’s eye as it glared up at her, hands pulling at her ass to help with the friction. Still, there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather have underneath her.
And then, as the orgasm faded into a pleasant ache, Nobara opened her mouth.
“Want to meet Maki?”
Mai groaned. She’d hoped, with the Autumn equinox giving her a long weekend, that this would’ve been one of those evenings spent on enjoying multiple mutual orgasms. It seemed Nobara had different, far less sexy ideas.
“Can you not mention my estranged sister while we’re having sex?” Mai asked, in lieu of answer.
“Sorry. It just came out. Brain’s focused on your tits.”
Nobara squeezed one of them for good measure. Mai, despite herself, pushed against Nobara’s palm, rubbing her nipple against the coarse skin.
“We’ll talk about it after.”
She pulled herself off the strap and removed the harness from where it’d been fastened around Nobara’s waist. Then, as she moved to settle between Nobara’s legs, she decided to detach the strap and reinsert it. The stretch was pleasant, distracting, and gave her a little resistance.
She kissed the matted hairs around Nobara’s vagina, feeling the slick proof of her arousal, and said, “Besides, I have a much better use for my mouth.”
“Fuck,” said Nobara. Then, at the first brush of tongue, again: “Fuck!”
Yes, thought Mai, reaching between her legs. That was the plan.
“So,” began Nobara, sitting on the bathroom stool and staring at Mai's breasts as she peed. “I want you to meet Maki.”
Mai groaned and wiped at her eyes. “I meant tomorrow, Nobara. Not immediately after.”
“Sure. But we’re having this conversation.”
“Yes - tomorrow. Now let me finish peeing in peace.”
Tomorrow came, and the conversation was deferred until “after the weekend”.
“It’s a holiday.” Nobara pouted. “We have nothing else to do.”
“All the more reason to not ruin it with an argument.”
“Fine, fine. But I’m serious about this shit. We’re having this conversation.”
“Well, we can have it on Tuesday. My familial estrangement isn’t going anywhere.”
Nobara tutted, annoyed, and opened up the Jujutsu app.
When the app notification dinged a successful spirit contract, provoking Nobara’s flight from their apartment, Mai allowed herself a quick roll of her eyes.
Tuesday came, and the conversation was, once more, deferred - this time until “after work”. Thankfully, Nobara showed little curiosity and even less interest in what Mai’s work actually was, which left Mai free to invent whatever silly, corporate nonsense she liked. As long as it sounded enough like office work, Nobara bought it without question.
So far, she’d ‘assessed spreadsheets’, ‘managed KPIs’, and ‘quantified targets’. Currently, she was ‘administrating emails’ - a task which consisted of typing interior design ideas into a Notepad file and ignoring dinner invitations from a particularly pushy male colleague.
Mai was about a few minutes or so into scoping a renovation of her guest bathroom before the sound of Nobara’s programme cut out. She turned from her desk, seeing that the programme had been paused on a frame of a female character’s breasts, and suppressed a huff of affection.
After a while of breast observation, Nobara got up and meandered over to where Mai was sitting. She buried her face in the crook of Mai’s neck and slid her arms around her shoulders in a loose but intimate hug. Confused, Mai turned back to her laptop and started typing out potential points of cost for the bathroom’s plumbing.
“You’re pretty quiet when we have sex.” Nobara said, at last.
“I suppose.”
“Dunno how you do it. I can’t stop myself, it feels like.”
“You are quite talkative.”
“I can be quiet, though. If it bothers you.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Shit, I don’t have to be quiet, y’know. This place is huge. I can be as loud as I want.”
“So be loud,” said Mai, exasperated.
Then, guilty at her exasperation, she brought Nobara’s hand up to her mouth and kissed it. But she didn’t look away from her laptop, determined to look busy enough to justify delaying their conversation further.
“I don’t mind, Nobara. All I care about is that you’re enjoying yourself. If you want to talk, talk. If you want to be quiet, be quiet.”
“Whatever.”
“Do you want me to have an opinion?”
“You have an opinion on everything.”
“What do you want me to say? I can gag you, if you’d like. That’d be a pretty picture, wouldn’t it?”
When Nobara quietly detached herself from her shoulders, Mai turned from her desk to follow her with her eyes. She watched as Nobara threw herself into a slump on the sofa, lifted up her eyepatch, and scratched at a point below her open socket.
“…Nobara, baby,” began Mai. “Do you want me to gag you?”
“—Whatever.”
Pretence of work forgotten, Mai slammed the laptop closed and joined Nobara where she sat. She touched her fingertip to Nobara’s jaw, gently angling her head so that their eyes could meet. Then, she pressed a short, light kiss to the side of her mouth.
“I’d like to see you gagged,” she said. “I’d like to see you kneeling in front of me, hands tied behind your back, eyes covered, choking on your spit. I could do whatever I wanted with you like that, couldn’t I? You wouldn’t be able to do a thing.”
“Yeah,” whispered Nobara. “Yeah, probably.”
Mai smiled and trailed her finger down Nobara’s jaw, down to the collar of her shirt. There, she freed its top button, pushing the fabric back to bare her neck, now dark with a pretty little blush. Her pulse strained against her skin.
Mai bit down, and Nobara hissed out a stifled “fuck”.
Truthfully, she did like hearing Nobara react like that. The hoarse, throaty timbre of her voice sent pleasing shudders directly to her clit.
And she was right: her apartment was spacious, with no neighbours to concern themselves with the noise, the high ceilings creating a reverberating feedback loop of echoing moans, groans, and whatever else Nobara couldn’t keep to herself.
Even more truthfully, though, she’d been thinking long and hard and wet about what Nobara would look like in restraints. Drooling wantonly around a pair of Mai’s thongs bundled into her mouth, her wrists handcuffed to her ankles, stockings covering her eyes in a makeshift blindfold - like a trussed up pig, helpless and vulnerable, submitting herself freely to Mai’s cruel mercy.
That Nobara had been the one to bring it up… Well, it made the fantasy of her submission all the more vivid.
Humming, she moved a leg across Nobara’s lap to straddle her, skirt skidding up around her waist like a belt. Nobara, in well-trained anticipation, had started trying to slot her hand beneath where Mai was pressing down on her thighs, her other hand snaking underneath her turtleneck…
…But, caught up in her building vision of tying Nobara up with whatever was closest, Mai pulled back. Instead, she interlocked her fingers with Nobara’s, guiding her hands above her head. She looked, Mai thought, like a very horny arrowhead.
“Not today,” she said. Leaning in close, she bit at the luscious, beet-red shell of Nobara’s ear, and whispered: “Will you be a good girl and be quiet for me?”
She felt Nobara nod, hips jerking upward.
“Say it.”
Whatever Nobara tried to say, she choked on it, hard enough to force a swallow. Trying again, Mai’s tongue licking the indents of her bite, she eked out a strangled collection of noises that somewhat sounded like, “yeah, I’ll be good for you”.
Satisfied, Mai stood.
Nobara, to her credit, remained seated, hands obligingly lifted and crossed at the wrists, but a vein bulged powerfully in her throat showed just how much willpower went into her staying there. If Mai noticed her digging herself into the seat of the sofa, trying to ride out a little friction, she’d be nice enough to ignore it.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together with a scarf. Is that alright?” Then: “You can answer me when I address you.”
“Great.” Nobara said, immediately. “It’s great. Yeah. Please.”
So the day went.
The first thing Nobara said when Mai freed her mouth was “holy shit”.
“Good?”
A mostly rhetorical question, albeit one Mai felt obliged to ask.
“Holy shit,” Nobara repeated. “Holy shit.”
She remained boneless and spread-eagle on the floor of the apartment, sweat glistening across her body like a layer of oil, her eye staring up at the ceiling with a blank emptiness. Her wrists had started to bruise, and ugly red welts stretched across her torso, her legs, her shoulders…
“…Are you alright?” Mai asked again, much less rhetorically.
When Nobara didn’t respond, Mai touched her palm to Nobara’s chest, feeling its rising and falling. Her breath was fast, her pulse manic, but they were steadying. Nobara didn’t flinch at the contact. That could mean anything, of course.
“I need you to tell me how you’re doing, Nobara, baby.”
“…Yeah,” said Nobara, at last. “Sorry, shit—Yeah. I think that was the best day of my life?”
Mai swept away Nobara’s hair from where it’d stuck to her forehead to place a kiss on the bare skin. “Can I get you anything?”
“Water?”
“Of course.” Mai kissed Nobara again and stood.
“Mai?”
“Yes?”
“Next week. Maki. Sunday. Be ready.”
“Oh, fine.”
“And I’m gonna go shopping for some rope this weekend. Maybe some other shit, too, I dunno yet. If you wanna come with me.”
Mai knelt down and kissed Nobara a third time: longer, and more indulgently.
"I’d love to.”