Chapter Text
It was a quiet morning. And as every morning went, X was making breakfast for Four.
Sun trickled in through the curtains, accompanied by the sounds of chirping birds and the sight of a beautiful rose bush through the kitchen window. And in the middle of it all stood X, whisking some batter and pouring it into the hot pan on the stove. (Blueberry pancakes, Four's favorite kind of pancake; Four hadn't specifically requested to eat them as of late, but X had been wanting to make pancakes, so they decided they would make him his favorite, if only to please Four. Breakfast was a requirement, but whatever was made was up to X's discretion.)
The shackles on their wrists clinked against the metal bowl they were holding, the loose chain swinging with every movement of their hands and tapping against their abdomen. The cheerful expression on their face was a stark contrast to the sight that was their nude figure standing in the kitchen, whisking pancake batter despite restraints around their wrists and ankles that didn't even seem to bother them at all. (They were a small little thing, especially in comparison to Four, who was a decent height, maybe five feet and a half; X was five feet and three quarters of an inch tall, and they were very disappointed that they couldn't wear shoes to bump that three quarters up to a full inch.)
As X flipped the pancake in front of them, they thought about their neighbors. Four and X were sandwiched in between two apartments, in each of which a couple resided. To the left of their apartment was Two and Gaty—a rare instance of an Algebralien marrying an object, which X had only ever heard of until he met Two and Gaty. They didn't even follow the nudism tradition that most Algebraliens did upon marriage, and whether that was an agreement they had come to or something that Gaty just refused to do independently was something that X couldn't tell you. Either way, they seemed happy, despite living in an openly nudist Algebralien community and being looked at weird every time both of them left the house wearing clothes.
The couple to their right was One and Three, who absolutely followed the tradition. One and Four were the two who wore the pants in their respective relationships, both figuratively and literally; Three and X were the ones who did all the work around the house—they did all the grocery shopping, all the cooking and cleaning, all the laundry for those they were married to, and (perhaps most importantly to their spouses) they were the ones who were completely submissive to One and Four during sex. They were expected to just lay flat on the bed and let everything happen to them whenever their spouse wanted sex, no matter what.
It wasn't exactly a setup that X was 100 percent comfortable with, but it was the setup they had agreed to when they married Four. They thought Four would be gentler with them than he was, but there wasn't much they could do about it now—Four could divorce them, but X couldn't divorce him, so as long as Four was happy with the arrangement (which he very much was, as far as X could tell), they would stay.
"X!" They could hear Four yell, his singsong voice audible from a room and a half away. X flipped the pancake on the stove before turning quickly to the doorway that led from the kitchen to the rest of the apartment, the chains connecting their wrist restraints swinging to the left alongside them before dropping to be between their wrists. Meeting them in the doorway was Four, dressed in a blue plaid and khaki ensemble, contrasting X's outfit of absolutely nothing but hand and ankle cuffs. They stood facing one another as Four came over and wrapped his arms around X’s shorter frame, kissing their cheek. “Good morning.”
X let out a little squeak in response to the kiss, hiding their face in Four’s shoulder. (The pancake on the stove behind the pair had started to smoke slightly from neglect, but X was too busy being overwhelmed by affection to notice that.) “Good morning,” they replied quietly as they closed their eyes, feeling Four plant another kiss on their forehead. “I’m working on breakfast.”
Four kissed their other cheek. They had received three kisses now—one on each cheek and one on their forehead—and each one was making them feel more and more flustered. “Four!” X exclaimed, leaning onto him and giggling. “Let me finish your pancakes!”
Four patted their back and finally let go, watching with half lidded eyes as X walked over to the stove, flipping the pancake. “It’s a little burnt,” they said, sounding a little sad, “but I think it’ll be okay!" With a smile and a turn of the spatula, X lifted the pancake out of the pan and onto a plate, putting it down on the counter to their left. "I'll make-"
"Turn off the stove," Four interrupted them.
X paused in their tracks. They knew where this was headed, and so they obeyed, reaching their hand out and turning off the stove eye, moving the pan they were cooking with to the side while the stove cooled. Turning around, they saw Four standing there, his pants already dropped around his ankles, and whatever he had planned to happen next, X knew they were just going to have to go along with it. That was their role as an Algebralien spouse; Four's role was to do with them as he pleased, X's role was to go along with everything Four asked of them, and all they could do about it was to give in and be subservient.
"On your knees," Four demanded.
X obeyed. They lowered themselves onto their knees, leaving their hands in front of their chest where Four could see them as they looked up at him. His cock was out and on full display for his spouse, at the perfect height to be directly in front of X's eyes; they would only have to lift their head up a little to put it in their mouth.
"Put it in your mouth," Four demanded.
X obeyed. They slowly craned their neck to lift their head, opening their mouth in a wide "O" shape and bringing the tip of Four's cock into their mouth. Their tongue rubbed up against the little opening at the top as the rest of it slid in, bringing the head of his cock to the back of their throat and bringing their face up to the end of it, right up against Four's crotch. They sat there with his cock lingering inside the warmth of their mouth, doing nothing about it. It was up to Four what would happen next.
X felt Four's fingers glide up into their hair with ease, pressing their head closer to his crotch. The tip of his dick wasn't touching the back of their throat, but one slight movement could've brought it there without much effort. They felt Four pull backward now, so that only half of his cock was inside of their mouth, before grabbing onto their hair and pulling their head forward to slam the tip of his cock to the back of their throat and make them gag. It was overwhelming—the feeling of having their mouth full, having their eyes shut and being unable to see what was happening, having Four pulling on their hair and forcing their head in every direction—it was all so much for X and their brain.
"You're doing so good," Four whispered, yanking their head back and then forcing it forward against his crotch again. "Good... good, good, good..."
It felt like being stuck on a rollercoaster; their entire body (but especially their head) was being pulled in every direction at a breakneck pace, and they had no control over themselves. They were in Four's hands right now, and Four's hands had decided that their face was getting fucked to pieces. Their head would be jerked backward, and their body would concede and move alongside it, only for it to be yanked forward and force X to stabilize themselves by placing their hands on the tile floor below them. They felt out of control of themselves, and they knew that's exactly what Four wanted them to feel.
"Fuck, I'm so fucking close," Four panted out, still forcing X's head forward and backward. The movement of his hands was rhythmic, but to X, it felt like they were being erratically tossed around and ricocheting like a bouncy ball. (They were putty in his hands now, they were being shaped into everything Four loved and wanted in them—submissive, obedient, a perfect little fuck toy.) "X, look what you're doing to me. I'm gonna cum in your goddamn mouth- ah!"
X barely had any time to react as Four came down the back of their throat. The heat of it filling their mouth was almost pleasant, in a strange way, but the moment that everything hit their throat and began to pour down it, they began to cough, prompting Four to pull his dick out of their mouth and scoff under his breath. "Damn, you have a bad gag reflex," Four muttered, as though having semen running down the back of their throat unexpectedly was comparable to the feat X had already achieved of having his entire dick in their mouth without gagging at all. (They were two different things, as far as the way X's body reacted was concerned.)
X watched as four grabbed his plate of pancakes and took a bite by tearing a chunk off and plopping it in his mouth. "They're cold. Make me more." And with that, he walked away, leaving X to sit on the kitchen floor, spitting cum out of their mouth and onto the tile below.