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Slick, so slick. He’s dripping, god, he’s dripping. Hot, airy breaths leave his lips, hanging in the air as his body rolls with the motions. Frantic, so frantic. He’s strung high, keening and gritting his teeth as his body jerks and squirms from his own ministrations. He’s as rigid as the blade of a knife, hips working and body shivering with each movement. His fingers are pumping, working in and out of himself, lube long lost in the slick that pours out of his cunt, slit dripping and open, pumped fat with blood and arousal.
Yuuji draws out a useless, helpless keen from his own body, lips parted and head thrown back. He’s crushing his head against his pillow, body feeling like finely-tuned strings on an instrument, ready to be strummed to the vicious, euphoric beat he needs to play. To sing in his ears, reverberate in his bones, and drown his body in ecstasy. He’s desperate, he knows. His body craves pleasure like nothing else, like a parched man so close to salvation—to the damn oasis. It’s been weeks since he’s cum, clit becoming painfully plum and teeth-grittingly sensitive to even the barest of touches.
Gojo-sensei’s worked him, Kugisaki, and Fushiguro so hard these past couple of weeks, barely giving them time to rest before they are out and about, defeating curses and having training with their senpais. It’s exhausting, and Yuuji is a teenage boy—aka a slave to his baser needs to get off at least every two days or so. Yuuji isn’t one to get snappish often, but he’s felt his patience waning thin. From the little sleep, long hours, and not being able to get off, half of his smiles have become forced.
Not to mention Sukuna droning on and on in the middle of the night just to fuck with him more. Honestly, why’d he do this to himself? He could have just left it, become a regular boy in a regular world, and not have the King of Curses blabbering on about mundane, stupid things—”What is it with that thing you call a ‘phone’? Are you seriously so dependent on something like that<em>? Pathetic, brat, truly…”—at the worst hours of the night. Yuuji knows Sukuna does it on purpose.
A whimper bubbles in his throat, caught on the tip of his tongue as one of his legs pulls upward, foot firmly planted on his bed. His toes curl, weak and surrendering to the immense pleasure he’s feeling. He’s full of it, pressing in to fill every corner and divot of his body, but he can’t get off. He’s been going at it for what feels like hours—and it may be, considering how covered his hand is, dripping in his juices—and his wrist is finally starting to ache, but his body hasn’t surrendered any orgasms to him. It’s like it’s punishing him for Gojo-sensei’s sadistic regimen! Yuuji didn’t ask to go weeks without cumming, and it feels so far away.
The angle is correct, crooked just enough to brush his long fingers against his g-spot, and the constant rub and grind of his palm against his clit is eye-wateringly good. He feels good, almost too good, head tilted back and sweat rolling down his trembling body. He’s hitching his breath on desperate wanton moans that wish to break free, but Fushiguro would actually kill him if he woke him up, as they finally have three days off. His toes are digging into his bed, and his thighs are starting their desperate quake, so souped up on feelings and pleasure, he feels as if he’s going to vibrate out of his skin, but it’s… it’s not enough!
A whining sob bubbles in his throat, half bitten-down but he lets it slip. A single tear works its way down his cheek as he continues to fuck his fingers in and out of his cunt, curving upward to hit his g-spot, which makes his abs clench, and his body tremble. He’s so high-strung that he might actually explode, and not in the good way. Another tear slips, and Yuuji shivers. His body trembles, and his chest quakes with unsteady breaths leaving it, head tilting further back to bare the milky, pale expanse of his throat. Yuuji wants to cum, god, he does. His body feels as if it’s going to die if he doesn’t, working his fingers faster and his palm harder against the fat, gummy glan of his clit, sending jerking shivers up and down his bowing spine. His eyes are rolling, long since going unseeing. His free hand clenches weakly in the mess of his sheets and bedding he tore off himself to finally scratch the itch from the past couple of weeks. But now he’s doing it, it’s not working.
Yuuji wants to cry. He’s already doing it, tears starting to work their way down his face faster, completely unsatisfied. His nose is scrunching up, the smell of salt reaching his wiggling nose as he huffs and grunts, fingers not stopping. He can feel the pleasure starting to fade, leeching from his body with each droplet of sweat collecting on his milky skin. His eyes have slowly rolled themselves out from where they’ve settled in the back of his eyesockets, amber eyes staring up at his ceiling through a mess of tears. Whines are pressed against his lips, a solid, unmoving mass that’s bound to choke him as his tongue roves over the backs of his teeth. Yuuji feels like this would be easier with someone else to help him, to do the hard work for him. To get the sore wrist and tired fingers for him. But, no, Yuuji is painfully lonely, with the only other person being the literal King of Curses—and King of pain-in-the-ass—in his head and body, off somewhere else. Probably prodding at his insides and poking around his memories, or whatever the annoying bastard does in the off-hours where he’s not annoying the ever-loving shit out of Yuuji.
God, he wants a boyfriend. Wants someone to loom over him and kiss him quiet, swallow his sounds, and make him cum on big fingers and warm palms. Fuck him open with a shapely dick that’d make him keen just from the sight of it. Wants someone to work him down from the crazy highs he gets when he cums, hold his shaking thighs and pin his ever-moving hips down, strong enough to soothe the wracking shivers that take over his body.
The pleasure sears through his skin as Yuuji groans, mouth dropping open to let a puffy, half-cracked moan out at the thought of someone completely overpowering him and fucking him into the mattress. Big and strong enough to hold Yuuji down, overwhelm him with strength alone—and Yuuji is a strong person, so it’s hard to do so—and wreck him. Split his cunt open and mold it to a thick cock that would ruin Yuuji for anyone else, get him hooked to them and them only.
Yuuji’s head pushes harder against the back of his pillow, tongue pushing out past his lips to pant openly, leg starting to shake and thrash as the pleasure ramps, and ramps. He’s shivering, vision fluttering, and mind blanking. The visions popping up in his head are good, so good that he can finally burst through to rot iron gates holding him back from racing up the mountain to reach the peak—his peak. There’s nothing holding him back, just him and the thoughts of big, broad shoulders to cling to, a thick shaft pumping in and out of his cunt, and—
The slow, rippling lick sends him reeling, fished out of his mind, and jerked back into reality as his body registers that there’s something licking him. Slow, working slides and jerks of a tongue break through the hazed bliss his mind has plunged into, head snapping up to rise off his pillow and stare down his naked chest to look between his legs. Half of his arm is shifted—thick black tattoos wrapping around his arm, contrasting against the rich milkiness of his skin—and Yuuji feels panic slide up his spine. He had been so overwhelmed with pleasure he let a sliver of control slip, and he let Sukuna have enough power to break free and capture the controls to his right arm. How could that be possible, though? His hips had been working against the thrusting of his fingers; he knows it.
Is… Is Sukuna fingering him?
Yuuji’s awareness kicks Sukuna out of his position at the controls of his right arm, tattoos melding away as he rips his hand away from his cunt. A whimper breaks free as he does so, fingers pulling out of him so quickly. It’d feel good if this situation was any different.
“Wha-Wh..?” Yuuji coughs out, very smartly, mind trying to push away the haze of pleasure and come back online. His eyes are blinking away the tears collecting in his eyes, feeling them slide down his cheeks, like ice against red-hot skin. Yuuji is staring at his palm, dripping and smeared with his slick, giving it a glossy sheen. Even though he’s taken over control, it’s still a bit fuzzy, allowing Sukuna to conjure and hand-mouth, which is pulled into a thin, straight line.
“Words, brat,” Sukuna grunts at him, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick at the drooling slick sweeping lazily down Yuuji’s palm. Yuuji stares openly at the movements, unsure of whether he should be turned on or horrified that Sukuna is licking his slick. He can barely think already, but this is sending his mind into frantic reboots, trying to come online to formulate an intelligent response to this.
No dice.
“If I knew this was a surefire way to shut you and your brain up, I’d have done this ages ago, brat,” Sukuna snorts—can you snort without a nose? What are the rules of a hand-mouth??—sounding completely normal considering the situation where he had just been licking Yuuji’s pussy and fucking him in his fingers. Yuuji just stares at the mouth on his hand, still trying to formulate a response or get his mind working in general, but his clit is buzzing with energy, and his core is painfully tight, ready to explode. He feels like a dying star, so ready to die off and explode into a bazillion pieces if he doesn’t get off now.
But of course, Sukuna has to go and complicate things again. Seriously, awful timing!
“Well?” Sukuna pulls him out of his mind, making him blink stupidly.
“Huh?” Yuuji croaks out, throat working down a wad of saliva as his mouth suddenly feels desert dry, even though he had just been drooling a moment ago.
“Well,” Sukuna starts, clearly mocking him, and Yuuji glares at his palm with as much heat as he can manage, but he’s sure Sukuna is rolling his eyes at him from his weird mind realm or whatever. “Fucken, put me back. Do you want to get off? One-time offer, shitty brat, put me back, and I’ll finally shut you up and make you cum. You’ve been at this for two hours; it’s getting pathetic,” Sukuna huffs, licking his lips with that sharp tongue Yuuji has always known is thick and extremely dexterous. If the way Sukuna practically fondles his fangs at times—although he’s not sure if it’s an intentional movement, something subconscious, maybe muscle memory?—Yuuji knows Sukuna has to be good with his tongue.
He’s thought about it a couple of times, okay? He’s a teenage boy, for god's sake!
“Are- Are you serious?” Yuuji coughs out the words, trying to wet his lips with his tongue, but it’s not working all that well. He’s hyper-aware of his throbbing clit and clenching pussy, getting close to desperate enough to roll over and grab the dildo he had bought on a whim months ago. Gojo-sensei had looked at him weirdly for a week after the package arrived, and Yuuji had never used the dildo at all since getting it. “This… this isn’t a ploy to make me lose control mid-nut and, y’know, take over my body and slaughter everyone, right?” Yuuji can’t help it; he knows it sounds stupid, but he’s stalling, alright? He doesn’t know if he should take this one-time offer, but he’s hounding for an orgasm; anything would suffice if it would get him off. It’s either dildo, Sukuna’s weird hand-mouth, or humping his pillow like a dog.
“You’re stalling, damn brat. Forget I can hear every thought you have? Just shut up, lay down, and let me get you off, and then we can both forget this event ever happened. I’d like a night of peace where you aren’t keening like some desperate bitch in heat; even malevolent curses need decent sleep,” Yuuji almost rolls his eyes at Sukuna’s words, but, man, he’s desperate.
“I… okay,” Yuuji whispers, having contemplated it for a couple seconds before deciding yes, he is going to allow Sukuna to tongue-fuck him. Wow, that sounds weird. Is there any chance he can—
The first lick doesn’t startle him as much as it did before, free hand clapping over his mouth as the sensations hit him like a truck. Sukuna’s tongue is thick, heavy, and warm against his buzzing clit. It’s wet, squirmy in the best way, and, oh, oh dear. The rolling flick of Sukuna’s tongue makes Yuuji’s toes curl hard, breath rattling hard in his chest. It feels as if it’s going to be stolen away, plucked from his lungs as the sharp tip of Sukuna’s tongue laves the underside of his clit in slow, daring licks, sending zinging shivers sputtering up his curving spine. Yuuji isn’t sure he’s ever gotten to the edge this quickly, already so close to teetering off the edge, but he can’t go over, not yet. Sukuna’s toying with him; he knows it. The way his tongue dances around his clit, licking the very tip of the glan before dancing away and raking up his folds, collecting his slick and spreading it around in decisive motions.
“Su— ‘Kun…a,” Yuuji keens, a desperate sound working and rolling around his tongue as his lashes flutter, delicate in their movements, clumped with tears. He’s shivering already, body heating up, already red-hot. He’s sure he’d burn anyone who would touch him, insides rolling and mind oozing through his ears. He’s never felt this way before, this raw, heated pleasure. He feels like there’s honey dripping over him, caking him in slow-moving sensations and a simmering sweetness taken up by every pore on his body. He’s shivering, cold, he’s burning, hot. He’s everything and nothing at once, tuning into every twitch and movement of Sukuna’s tongue against his pussy. God, what would Sukuna’s cock feel like? Would it split him open? Fill him wide enough to hurt and make him loosen, relax, to take it all?
“‘K-Kuun…a-!” Yuuji yelps out a sweet sound of pleasure, moaning weakly as his head flops against his pillow. He’s not pressing his head against it, desperate for an anchor when his body feels like it’s floating away, but now Yuuji feels like a cloud is materializing under his body and taking him away. His anchor is no longer the slept-into-submission pillow under his head, but Sukuna’s tongue working up and down his pussy lips in long, slow swipes. He’s drenched, more than before, ever-leaking and squirming. His hips work in tandem with Sukuna’s tongue, instead of them usually working against the groove of the fingers he sets. His body feels as if it’s in harmony, a well-oiled machine as he moans and groans weakly. He’s always had a problem with volume, usually having to bite his hand or push his face into his pillow, but now he’s not running on a merciless high that makes him want to cry, thrash, and shout. It feels languid.
“Easy, easy, easy,” Sukuna tuts in his head, feeling like he’s right against his ear, and Yuuji can almost feel the breath fanning against the shell of his ear. “This is all it takes? What a natural-born slut. To imagine the king of curses got stuck with a desperate whore as his vessel,” Yuuji shakes at the words, a whimper stuffing itself in the opening of his throat, feeling like cotton has wedged itself between the walls of his throat. The words sting but in a good way. In some twisted, completely fucked way, Yuuji’s body trembles harder at the striking words Sukuna speaks in his mind.
His eyes have closed, and he has no energy to open them, focused on listening to Sukuna and feeling his control tremble slightly, but there’s no shove into the back of his mind when Sukuna takes control; it’s an ebb, an easy hand working the reins out of his hand. Two fingers press into him, thankfully not claw-tipped, but incessant and bullying. It’s different to him where he starts slow, and works up a rhythm when he finds his good spot, but Sukuna targets it with striking ease, finger pads pressing into his g-spot so suddenly that Yuuji’s eyes scorch with sun-spots behind his eyelids, like exploding galaxies in the grey darkness behind them.
“Y’know how often I’ve watched you do this? How I’ve cataloged every way you make yourself cum? The way you crook your fingers, the way you roll your palm against your bitch cunt to grind your clit against your hand? I’ve watched you in every moment you thought I wasn’t, brat. You are so painfully easy, it’s almost laughable,” Sukuna tuts, making Yuuji sob brokenly. The air around him is humid, clinging to every drip of wetness that permeates the room. His eyes are dripping tears just the same as his cunt is dripping slick, wetting his own fingers in his arousal. There’s no doubt in how turned-on he feels, feeling like an engine purring at max capacity. If he doesn’t cum in the next five minutes, he’ll blow a gasket or something.
Sukuna’s fingers continue to pump in and out of his body, tongue working in perfect tandem. His tongue is broad against Sukuna’s pussy, almost big enough to cover it fully, licking him from hole to clit in sweeping motions. Yuuji’s so long in the movements, unable to stop his hips rolling to keep the sensations coming. His body has lost all function past chasing his pleasure, breaths coming out in long, puffy hiccups as he moans, gentle and slow. His teeth clatter together whenever his jaws connect, telling of how fast his body is buzzing. He’s burning, and Sukuna isn’t the fire extinguisher, but the accelerant. He’s working him perfectly, plucking the strings with laughable ease, but Yuuji doesn’t care. He’ll be easy, he’ll be so easy, he just wants to cum. He wants to feel that perfect, mounting pleasure burn through his body, having missed it these past couple of weeks.
“Due time, brat,” Sukuna gruffs, slicing through the fog of his thoughts, pulling him out of his mind as he continues to sink into his mattress. He feels boneless, nodding weakly, even though he’s sure Sukuna can’t see it. Yuuji lifts his head weakly, staring down the shivering expanse of his chest, which heaves with full, heavy breaths to where his arm is settled against the crook of his hip, thick wrist tattoos inking his skin. His thumb—Sukuna’s thumb—is settled outward, resting on the thin, wiry patch of salmon-pink hair on Yuuji’s cunt, resting on his pelvic bone. The hand is warm against his skin, like usual, but it feels different. Knowing Sukuna is controlling his hand and forearm gives the sight a different meaning. It feels rich, euphoric, and slightly taboo.
Well, Yuuji’s life has been splattered in taboo, so he’s not worrying over it. What’s one more thing—letting the King of Curses lick and finger-fuck his pussy—atop the mountain of taboo that’s already amassed in his life?
Exactly.
“I-I’m, o-ohh…” Yuuji shivers when Sukuna’s tongue makes a broad, swiveling roll around his clit, letting the nub rest atop the tip of his tongue for a moment before closing his lips around it and sucking. Yuuji’s hips work upward, pressing against that tantalizing suction that’s mind-numbing. All thoughts rush out of him when Sukuna’s tongue continues to press and lick against his clit, sucked into the hollow of Sukuna’s mouth. The grazing of fangs against flesh sends him keening so hard it makes him dizzy, mouth cranking open and close in a desperate attempt to express how he’s feeling, so dizzy and high on endorphins he might drown in them. He can’t talk; the only thing that’s coming out of his mouth is weak, barely audible moans that dance around the slick top of his tongue.
“Clo-” It’s the only thing he’s able to get out as his body finally reaches a perfect peak, head dropping back against his pillow as his body thrashes. His thighs come up to clamp against either side of his wrist, but Sukuna doesn’t seem bothered by it. It barely inhibits him, only aiding in keeping him right where Yuuji wants him, fingers working and tongue licking and mouth sucking and-
Yuuji cums with a shivering cry, tears spilling down his face as he’s thrown over the cliff of his peak. There are no words—so, so many words actually, but Yuuji can’t think of them—to express how he’s feeling, toes curling and mind peacefully blank. His voice croaks in the back of his throat, but nothing really comes out of it, hearing nothing past Sukuna’s rumbling chuckles that bounce around the empty plane of his mind as the curse continues to lick and swipe over his dripping cunt, walls pulsing around pressing fingers. His clit is throbbing like mad against Sukuna’s tongue, sending waves upon waves of ecstasy through his body, making his abs coil tight, and his throat cinch up tight. His tongue is like a heavy lead weight in his mouth, mouth cracked open to allow broken, weak sounds to fall past his teeth and lips, sticking to the humid air. His orgasm feels never-ending with Sukuna’s ministrations as his stomach starts to clench uncomfortably tight. His teeth are starting to clatter harder against each other when his mouth manages to close around a desperate, loud sound that’s barely muffled behind his lips.
“S-Sukn’-...” Yuuji can barely get his voice out of his mouth, feeling punched out and wheezy as he does so, tears collecting in his eyes faster than he can blink them away. “I-I, oh, can’t,” Yuuji pushes out, walls clenching around the fingers as two suddenly become three, filling him up and spreading him wide. He hiccups down a sound that would wake anyone in the vicinity and get him labeled a whore as Sukuna just doesn’t stop.
“Surely, you can do one more? You’ve taken down terrible villains and curses alike, and this is what you can’t do?” It’s a taunt, Yuuji knows it, but Sukuna hooks him with it. Yuuji’s a good spot, but he has a hidden competitive streak he no doubt thinks Sukuna knows about if his words are anything to go off of. “One more, Yuuji,” and I’m done, the unspoken words are loud in Yuuji’s mind, spoken in his own voice instead of Sukuna’s, and Yuuji hopes he’s wrong.
Sukuna hasn’t stopped his fingers or incessant sucking on his clit, but he’s slowed to a speed that’s torture for Yuuji. His body is trying to strain away from it, overstimulation starting to nip at his heels and bleed into his veins. The prospect of more pleasure—pleasure he’s lost out on these past few weeks—is too much of a good bargain to pass up, needing his fix. He’s a teenage boy, and the prospect of laying back and doing nothing but getting off at the same time is mind-boggling to Yuuji, but he wants it. He may be a bit of a pillow princess, or whatever those stupid porn terms are, but Yuuji is perfectly fine with being one of those. He’ll give up control and power to someone else, so used to having it in his hands, and the weight of his shoulders to give it up, even for a moment, is dizzying.
Finally, Yuuji whines and stops his hips from trying to roll away, hand clenched tight in his sheets, fingers straining and aching. His body is going to hurt all over tomorrow, but it’ll all be worth it. He’s worked through worse.
“O-Okay,” Yuuji hiccups, breathing out a slow breath as Sukuna starts to work his three fingers back and forth faster, the loud squelching sounds starting up again. He can feel how messy his thighs and ass are from how wet he is, but it only makes his stomach clench tighter, full of arousal as his cheeks redden. He’s sure he’s flushed halfway down his chest, body feeling impossibly hot as Sukuna’s mouth pops away from his clit, making a whine bloom in Yuuji’s throat, but its soothed by the delicate, sweeping licks Sukuna laves over his cunt and clit. It feels soothing, easing the zips of overstimulation with his dexterous tongue.
“G-Godd, fuck,” Yuuji whispers, letting his words hang in the air, brain finally clicking online in the words department. He feels less hurried to reach his peak, happy to lay back and bask in the feelings and sensations. “That- hng… what does that feel so good?” Yuuji whines, wishing Sukuna was terrible at this and Yuuji could happily put this whole experience behind him and never think about it again, but he knows that isn’t going to happen. With Sukuna likely to loiter this over his head and Yuuji’s teenage brain ready to think about the King of Curses tongue-fucking his pussy anytime he dares to jack off, Yuuji is going to think about this for a long, long time.
Sukuna’s tongue finally ventures further down, away from his clit to tongue at the stretched rim of his cunt hole, teasing and letting the tension he makes with his tongue burn through Yuuji’s system, sending a zing up his spine. It makes him gasp, his chest pushing upward as he grits his teeth, groaning. The three fingers in his cunt slow to a crawling pace before they’re suddenly taken out of him, laying against his taint and slick asshole before that firm tongue pushes into his cunt, as if Sukuna is acting out<em> Yuuji’s desires and not just taking for himself. If Sukuna had an actual form that wasn’t Yuuji’s body, he’d wonder how Sukuna would look between his thighs. If his nails would bite into his thighs and make him bleed as he ate him out, leaving him keening and sobbing, whining for more.
Would Sukuna follow his wishes? Or make him beg? Yuuji doesn’t know, but he does want to know.
“Gnh, fuck!” Yuuji barks out, voice shaking and bouncing around his head when Sukuna’s tongue pushes deep inside of him, wiggling around before crooking at the perfect angle his fingers had just been in to press against his g-spot. Of course, the King of Curses has to be good at everything, and Yuuji is getting hooked. He’s screwed, metaphorically and literally, as Sukuna’s tongue starts to work in and out of his spasming cunt, working his walls open with the broad, thickness of his tongue. It leaves nothing to the imagination, cunt trembling around the length as it works in and out of him. He swears he can feel Sukuna gulp down his slick, but it’s probably just his imagination making the whole thing more visceral. Sukuna’s lips are pressed wide against his pussy lips, teeth nicking and catching on his folds and labia, striking aggravated lines that are sure to leave a mark, but Yuuji wants it. Wants to wear teeth marks and bruises under his clothes, the pinnacle of innocence outside but inside nothing but a slut for the King of Curses.
Apparently.
This whole night is a big revelation for a lot of things for Yuuji.
“Am I not doing a good enough job to shut you and your mind up, brat? Ah?” Sukuna’s voice bounces around his mind, startling him slightly. His toes curl, and his ankles point inward at the man’s rumbling voice. “You truly need so fucking much, don’t you?” it’s only them when Sukuna pushes two slick, prodding fingers into his ass, opening him up in a completely different way. It’s a semi-foreign feeling for him, and it’s enough to make his stomach churn with arousal that feels all-consuming. The fingers work open his tight asshole open quickly, aided by how much slick is and has dripped down from his cunt, making Yuuji sob. It’s a pitiful sound, full of shameful arousal, as Sukuna works his ass open, fucking deeper with each pass. His fingers press against the bumpy walls of his ass, sending foreign feelings all throughout Yuuji.
Sukuna’s tongue is still fucking into his cunt, and being double-penetrated in such a way feels almost whorish, and embarrassing, but Yuuji can barely find it in himself to care about the way Sukuna’s fingers work against the rhythm of his tongue. It’s black and white sensations, completely different but feeding into the arousal he’s feeling all the same. He’s teetering, like a seesaw, so close yet so far. The new sensations are confusing his body, but still, his hips roll happily into them, unstopping. He’s chasing a pleasure that’s being handed to him, leaving him out of breath and so, so close. He feels so close to being out of breath that he’s gasping for air, overfilling his lungs and making them burn bright and heavy.
“Whore,” it’s a single word that bounces around in his mind, dripping from Sukuna’s mouth from between his legs instead of in his mind. It’s muffled, but Yuuji still hears it all the same. He’s trying to shake his head, to desperately deny it, but it’s not working and Yuuji is left trying to pathetically defend himself. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, a slave to the fingers in his ass and the tongue in his cunt pushing back inside.
Maybe he, uh, is a whore.
Sukuna growls at him, and the vibrations sound against his pussy, sending him jerking and spiraling into a sudden, overwhelming orgasm. His mouth jerks open before clamping shut before he can shout a valiant cry as he cums. Everything feels ten times wetter as Sukuna’s mouth opens wide over his cunt, teeth framing his pussy and tongue pulling out to lap at something. Yuuji doesn’t know what it is, but he’s shaking so hard he worries he’ll fall off the bed. His thighs quiver harshly, knocking against his wrist, sure to leave marks from how hard he’s squeezing. Yuuji’s in a downward spiral, dizzy and half-frantic to ride out his orgasm as it washes over him. He feels like he’s been pulled under the crashing sea, clawing at the waves that act as a barrier as sparks fly in his vision. Sukuna’s speaking against his cunt, actually speaking out in the open instead of his mind, but the only thing Yuuji can feel is the vibrations. He cannot hear a single word Sukuna’s speaking, only aware of the vibrations and the warm feeling of a tongue licking him up and down.
Yuuji gasps for breaths as he rides out his orgasm, feeling the fingers pump in and out of his ass, tongue working up and down his cunt. He’s dripping, absolutely dripping, so much so he’s sure he’ll have to change his bedsheets before he drifts off to sleep. His eyes slowly slip back to their usual position instead of in the back of his skull, staring down his heaving chest as his legs fall open, staring at the blotting tattoos that are starting to meld back into his skin, like dissolving ink. He’s entranced in the way his skin swallows up the ink and dissolves it as if it was never there. The fingers inside his ass pull out of him, and the tongue disappears, and Sukuna is gone. Disappearing into whatever corner of Yuuji’s mind he’s set up shop in, Yuuji doubts he’ll be hearing from the curse anytime soon. It’s not unusual for Sukuna to fuck off for a couple of days before popping up in the middle of whatever moment he wants to be an inconvenience in to announce his presence.
His arm is shaking, muscles fatigued, and his wrist hurting as he picks it up, taking more than one try to get the feeling back into it. Yuuji finally manages to pick up his arm, working his muscles and staring at his hand that drips in a honey-slow slick and a thinner, clear liquid that tracks its way down his arm, leaving stains as it goes. Yuuji manages the energy to raise an eyebrow at the liquid, using his free arm to push himself up into a sitting position, barely bothering to hiss in pain when his back protests the action. His hand is still hovering in the air when his eyes finally fall to the large wet patch in his grey sheets, sticking out like a sore thumb. It steals Yuuji’s breath away as he looks back to his hand and to the wet spot again.
Did he pi-?
“You squirted,” Sukuna cuts his train of thought off, nipping it at the base of the bud as he manifests on Yuuji’s right cheek, making Yuuji jerk in shock. He didn’t think he’d be seeing or hearing more of Sukuna any time soon after this whole… event, but he guessed wrong.
It takes a moment—a single moment—to process Sukuna’s words before a hot wash of arousal boils in his core, making his overused and overstimulated pussy pulse at the revelation that he squirted. Reached such a peak that his body had no choice but to cum in that kind of way, making him tingle in all the best ways. Yuuj breathes out a little shaky breath as he pulls himself away from that thought, knowing his body could not go another round, especially when his clit buzzes like an angry bee. He might actually get stung if he touches it, and he has no energy to finally break out his dildo and fuck himself till he’s cumming again. There’s also no good way to finger himself and get the right angle without likely touching his clit, so another orgasm is out of the books.
“Huh,” Yuuji, oh-so eloquently says, gulping down a thick wad of saliva as he drops his hand, wiping it on his sheets. He’ll be changing them in a moment anyway, so it doesn’t matter.
“That’s, uhm, that’s…” Yuuji couldn’t really think about finding a proper response, having felt Sukuna slip away once more when he was messing around with the prospect of another orgasm in his head, knowing the curse is far away in his mind, in his little bubble, or corner in Yuuji’s mind.
He doesn’t bother with any more words, licking his wet lips and wiping his face with the back of his semi-clean hand. He’ll need to stop by the bathroom to wash his face off after getting new sheets from the linen closet.
Finally, Yuuji pushes himself out of his bed before taking a stumbling step backward when his legs do not cooperate for a minute, leaving him to land back on his ass on his bed, bouncing with a huff and a gulped-down yelp when his clit brushes the soft, tacky fabric of his sheets, making him shiver. He takes a moment to wiggle his toes and coerce feeling back into his legs with some gentle massaging of his thighs and knees before he can stand and not look like a baby horse stumbling about. Yuuji debates for a single second whether or not to throw on the clothes he shucked off when he got back from showering before he fell into bed and started to masturbate, but by the time he’s stepping into his boxers, he’s made his choice.
The stripping of his bed is mind-numbing to his already tired brain, and Yuuji’s blinking back into awareness as he starts the washer, hearing the lock click into place before stealthily leaving the laundry room. He’s well aware it's well into the night, and he doesn’t want to face any of his friend's wrath by waking them up for stepping too loud. Kugisaki may actually nail him to the wall if he wakes her one more time from her beauty sleep, and he likes not having holes in his body that aren’t supposed to be there.
Yuuji walks past the linen closet before his mind blissfully reminds him his bed is currently bare of any sheets, and he double-backs to crack the sliding doors open. He’s aware of the squeaky wheels on these doors, so he moves at the speed of a snail, wincing when the wheels squeak once, sounding so loud in the pitch-black, quiet hallways only painted with the moonlight peering through the cracks of the drawn curtains. The stacks of fresh linen make him stumble for a moment, trying to remember what size sheets his bed needs and where they are. It takes a moment of desperate fumbling and wracking his tired brain before he fishes out soft, silky white sheets. Yuuji decides to leave the linen closet door open, too tired to close it, and his arms are too full to close it quietly, risking both dropping the bedding or making the door squeak.
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Yuuji sighs happily as he flops into his freshly made bed, covers quickly thrown over him. He’s been fighting sleep—and a stupid fitting sheet—for the past fifteen minutes, and Yuuji is ready to sink into sleep and ignore everything and everyone for the next twelve hours. He may actually attempt murder if Gojo-sensei tries to wake him up at the crack of dawn again on their off days, which won’t be good for any of them. Yuuji practically purrs as he presses his cheek into the silky soft pillow case he exchanged for his sweat and tear-stained one, eyes starting to flutter shut. He’s lying on his left side, able to see his nightstand and the soft-blinking clock that reads the time to him—three-fifty-two AM.
Yeesh, Yuuji’s been masturbating for nearly four hours, having finally fallen into bed sometime around eleven PM after bidding his friends a good night and cleaning up the dishes from dinner.
Groaning a sweet little sigh, Yuuji’s eyelids drag themselves down, shutting almost without his permission, but he lets them. There’s no use in fighting sleep because he’s already falling into their awaiting hands, breath starting to even out, and mind quieting as he shifts slightly, pulling the covers around him tighter, thick comforter enveloping him like a cocoon.
After a moment, Yuuji finally falls into a sweet, blissful sleep, settling into the watchful hands of not sleep, but Sukuna himself.
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Yuuji stirs slightly, feeling the swish and slosh of something liquid around him, so exhausted and warm, that he doesn’t want to open his eyes. He’s dreaming; he’s sure of it.
Or Todou put his mattress in a lake again… remind him to never camp with his brother again. The sweep of fingers rouses him, though, knowing he should be in his room and nobody should dare to wake him until after noon. His eyelashes flutter and slowly open to find himself staring up at the ceiling of Sukuna’s inner domain, ribcage looming overhead. It takes a moment for Yuuji’s mind to catch up, breath catching in his throat as he looks up to find Sukuna himself staring down at him from where Yuuji is resting against his bare chest.
Oh, uh, shit.
Sukuna’s fingers, which have been trailing up and down his jawline, seize his throat in a demanding grip, not squeezing but there. The bite of nails is enough to rouse his previous thoughts, but he tries to bat them away as he stares into sharp red eyes hidden behind salmon-pink lashes. He feels like he’s staring at a tiger hiding in the brush; the only thing visible are pin-point pupils in a sea of red, looking ready to eat him.
“Su-...kuna?” Yuuji rasps out, the pressure on his throat making it hard to talk, but just barely. Sukuna raises an eyebrow at him, face completely impassive before that signature, smug smirk rolls its way onto Sukuna’s lips with the barest flash of teeth that makes him throb. It’s only then that Yuuji also realizes that not only is he practically in Sukuna’s lap, but he’s naked.
So is Sukuna.
“I never did say I was done with you,” Sukuna grins and grins, eyes crinkling in a way that spells out nothing but danger for Yuuji, who hitches on a harsh wheeze of breath. “I said one more, but we both know there’s going to be more than one more, brat. Plus, I am selfish, Yuuji, I took care of your needs, now I take care of mine,” Sukuna swallows down any sound he makes before he can even think of making it, lips against his, and Yuuji is gone. The flash of teeth, the drag of fangs, and the steady weight on his throat are sending Yuuji into a dizzying spiral, and Sukuna will be there to catch him.
Plus, the cock pressing against the small of his back already has him slicking up, almost embarrassingly quick, but the way Sukuna growls into his mouth as his free hand ventures between Yuuji’s lips dispels any use for embarrassment.
In the morning—more like afternoon, bordering on evening—Yuuji has more laundry to do.
And more sheets to change.