the die is cast

by mannequinpunk

Summary:

In which courtesan Itadori Yuuji makes the grave mistake of disobeying Ryoumen Sukuna, and he pays the price with his life — though not in the way you'd think.

Notes:

For Lazu based on their Secret Santa prompts, I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays <3

WARNING: Please be advised that there are graphic depictions of blood, gore and mutilation (not of yuuji). If these themes make you uncomfortable, I recommend avoiding this fic.

Also, I did not include any mention of age. Do with that what you will <3

Itadori Yuuji wondered what egregious sin he must have committed to warrant a punishment like this.

It came without warning, interrupting the modest meal he was cooking for his father and grandfather. The gods had come to punish him.

He'd been feverish all day, and like a fool, he hadn't thought anything of it. Yuuji attributed it to the sickness that had been spreading around town from visiting city-folk.

He'd tried his best to ignore the ache in his bones as he worked the fields and tended to the kitchen — there were far more important tasks to attend to, and his family hadn't the luxury of slacking off.

With his grandfather growing frail and his father ailed by an intense sickness, Yuuji was the only Itadori left who could maintain the house and work to pay the debt they owed the town's lord.

Like any other average folk living on the outskirts of Heian-kyō, they had taxes to pay and laborious duties to perform for the region's daimyo. The death of Yuuji's mother and growing sickness of his father left the Itadori's at a severe disadvantage.

Their taxes and crop demands remained the same, despite the fact that Yuuji was now the only able body in his household. His aging grandfather and sickly father were unable to tend to their home and farm their rice paddies. The burden of his family's wellbeing fell upon his shoulders alone.

All in all, the Itadori's quickly accumulated debt with the daimyo and, in turn, the shogun. They'd been granted some slack, but with each visit from the daimyo's tax collectors month after month, it became clear that their patience was wearing thin.

Yuuji had no time to dawdle — his family depended on him. With the sickness spreading around town, he knew he needed to be careful lest he also lose the ability to work. And so, he prayed his aches and pains were from nothing more than natural exhaustion.

His prayers did not come true.

The cramps came first, followed by a searing pain in his abdomen. The memories were was hazy, but he remembered collapsing on the floor of the kitchen and curling up into a ball, crying out as his body tore itself apart from the inside.

Another wave of cramps had his fundoshi clinging to his skin, worsened by the strange, warm wetness that began to seep into the cloth. For a moment he thought he wet himself, but was quickly proven wrong as another wave of viscious liquid slipped from his groin. This was not urine.

The dread came next.

His grandfather, having heard the commotion, shuffled as fast as he could into the kitchen to find Yuuji flushed and curled fetal on the floor, trembling in bodily shock.

A distinct sweetness wafted through the air, masking the smell of grilled fish and cooked rice. It was unmistakable. Wasuke knew this smell — any alpha worth their salt would recognize it.

Yuuji was presenting as an omega.

There was little Wasuke could do but pray his grandson's heat passes quickly and without issue — the last thing they needed was nosey neighbors. He knew an herbalist who could help with hiding the presentation, at least for as long as they could get away with it. Wasuke struggled to take Yuuji to his room, but finally managed to lay him to rest. He left the bedroom with a heavy heart, praying the boy's presentation progresses as quickly as humanly possible.

From then on out, Yuuji's memories were hazy. He spent the next few days stuck in a feverish haze of pain and desperation, wailing for something he couldn't have. His father and grandfather checked on him intermittently, though Yuuji hardly remembers their presence beneath the agony and emptiness.

It was no better than a death sentence for their family. No omega would ever be allowed to work the farms or perform such masculine duties — Yuuji was no exception. His heat did not pass quickly enough to fall under the radar of those around them.

Word spread fast, as it always did.

A new omega in town. Itadori Yuuji, no less — the very last person anyone would expect to present as such. Some, however, were less surprised than others.

Those who know Yuuji know of his bubbly personality and indiscriminate generosity, not to mention his favor with the local children. To them, it made plenty sense that he presented as the maternal subgender.

Their town hadn't had an omegan presentation in many years, so Yuuji's predicament became big news very fast. Omegas had grown scarce around these parts, many having passed from the spread of the recent plague.

Eventually, the news spread to the ears of the last person the Itadori's wanted it to.

Hardly a week after he rose from his presentation heat, Yuuji had a visitor knocking at their door. Waiting on their doorstep was a well-dressed woman with silken pale hair and an unnerving calmness about her. She greeted him, a strange smile curling up her lips.

"You must be Itadori Yuuji, yes?" She drawled, her tone sultry and sly. She looked him up and down, taking in his messy hair and frayed clothing, but there wasn't judgement in her gaze. She looked at him like he was something she could fix. She nodded to herself, as if in acceptance of something — it was a gesture beyond Yuuji's understand.

"Fetch your guardian, would you? I'd like to have a word with one of them."

And so Yuuji did. He was wary of the strange woman even as Wasuke welcomed her into their home and sat with her in the kitchen. Even Jin, sickly and weak as he was, joined them. Wasuke and Jin, of course, were also suspicious — but considering her attire and mannerisms, she was someone of wealth. They were in no position to refuse her visit.

After Yuuji poured her a fresh cup of tea, he was waved away by his grandfather — a clear sign that their conversation would be private. Yuuji left as instructed, but he didn't retreat to his room. He couldn't help but pause to linger around the corner, listening in. A wave of nerves hit him, spreading like ink in his chest and filling his veins with an anxious sort of dread.

The woman, an alpha named Mei Mei, was a close friend of the daimyo. She was also, unfortunately, a madam — the headmistress of a high-class brothel in Heian-kyō.

And she wanted Yuuji.

According to her, young omegas were scarce these days — especially males. Given he presented young, she claimed he was still 'trainable'. A virgin, too — something she was sure to emphasize value of. Mei Mei's words made his skin crawl, knowing he was nothing more than an object to her. A product to be fixed up and sold. 

He wanted so badly to reveal himself and chew her out. He wanted to prove that he was more than just an omega — that he was still the same boy he had been just a week ago. Nothing had changed, he thought, even though beneath the layers of his frustration and pride, he knew he was lying to himself.

Everything had changed. Yuuji couldn't bring himself to confront her, especially not as she laid out the terms of her offer.

It was, to put it lightly, a life changing deal — in more ways than one. Yuuji's heart skipped a beat in his chest before picking up its rapid pace, spurred on by the proposal. 

It was a good deal and he knew it. It would save them from the certain doom waiting for them in the near future, and yet Wasuke and Jin proceeded to flat our deny the madam.

The consequences were dire. They were already in debt, so to refuse such a generous offer from the daimyo's friend… it certainly wouldn't bode well.

Truthfully, Yuuji didn't know what sort of punishment might be in store for denying Mei Mei. But, with whatever wits he had in that moment, he knew they were in no position to refuse. Wasuke and Jin, stubborn and overprotective as they always had been, needed to be stopped in their tracks.

It was then that Yuuji revealed himself to interject. He apologized profusely for eavesdropping, but he knew he couldn't let them give up on an opportunity that could save his family from a terrible fate.

Mei Mei, amused by the boy's interruption, repeated her offer to absolve all of their debt in addition to paying Wasuke and Jin a hefty sum for Yuuji. It was beyond generous. With this sort of money, Wasuke and Jin would never have to step foot into their rice fields ever again. Jin would be able to afford proper treatment for his ailments, and Wasuke could live the rest of his life without the stress of debt or poverty weighing on his shoulders.

Mei Mei's proposal wasn't exactly a better fate for Yuuji, but the boy hardly cared. If his sacrifice could spare his family, he knew he had to take it.

And so he agreed.

Yuuji ignored all of Wasuke and Jin's protests and furious shouts as he accepted her offer. To ensure his family lived out the rest of their life debt-free and in peace, Yuuji sold himself to the madam like livestock. 

From then on out, Yuuji was a courtesan in training.

The world around him changed rapidly without much time for adjustment the moment Mei Mei ushered him off to the city with her. Heian-kyō was a bustling capital absolutely teeming with life and noise and vibrant color — Yuuji had never seen such a mix of wealth and poverty in his entire life. The sounds, the smells, the sights... it was beyond anything he could ever describe with words. The brothel was just as vibrant and loud.

Life changed very quickly the moment he came into Madam Mei Mei's possession. As a newcomer in her bordello, he took on the lowest duties such as scrubbing the floors and cleaning various rooms after… use.

Everyone there had been in his place at one point, having steadily worked their way up the ranks. And yet, despite the fact that he was among the lowest caste, he was not treated poorly by the surrounding courtesans. He was welcomed with warmth and sympathy, many women and men alike having similar stories to himself. He found a rhythm there, falling into his work easier than he expected to.

However, Yuuji was quick to learn that he had other duties besides cleaning. As a courtesan in training, Yuuji had lots to learn — ranging from calligraphy to reading literature or practicing on the shamisen — Mei Mei held high standards for her omegas and their learned culture.

Of course, Yuuji was also trained in the art of sex. He had yet to perform such duties himself, but the other omegas gave him very thorough instructions. It was humiliating at first and Yuuji struggled to hide his expressions and beet red face during the first few lessons. But with a little gentle encouragement and some friendly teasing, Yuuji soon grew accustomed to these lessons as well. 

And so, one year of intense training and education later, Yuuji was ready to go to market. He'd learned how to please all sorts of customers whether they be male or female, alpha or beta. 

His debut was competitive, to say the least. Yuuji, knowing he was a little more rough around the edges compared to most omegas, was surprised by his popularity amongst the customers. His first time was, naturally, uncomfortable. And yet he still managed to perform well, earning praise both from his customer and from Mei Mei. 

Between appointments he continued to perform song and dance for visitors, entertaining men and women alike with his recitement of literature or use of calligraphy. In his first few weeks he had many satisfied customers. 

It was during this first month as an active courtesan that his situation took a drastic turn.

Hauntingly similar to the scenario with Yuuji's family, Mei Mei was given an offer that she could not refuse. 

She was instructed — no, ordered — to bring three of her omegas to an undisclosed location. He hadn't ever seen Mei Mei so shaken before, her normally unwavering confidence completely shattered. Mei Mei claimed that the location of the visit was undisclosed, but Yuuji had his doubts. 

Her expression said otherwise — she knew exactly where they were being taken. Yuuji could see it in her eyes clear as day. Pity. It was a look he had never seen on the alpha's face before.

It was the furthest thing from reassuring.

Yuuji, already expecting the worst, was not surprised when he was chosen to join the traveling group. They were instructed to pack their finest clothing and their favorite artistic tools and instruments. It was a bit of a relief, given that traveling kits such as this were the norm for extended visits.

As ordered, they dressed in quality kimonos and wore their nicest jewelry, despite the fact that they would be traveling by foot. They wore soft, flattering makeup and styled their hair, readying themselves for a supposedly high-class visit. Yuuji, who had grown his hair out over the years, styled it in an updo with gifted ornate hairpins.

By the time he and the other courtesans helping him were done, he could hardly recognize himself. All of his rough edges had been buffed away, leaving him softened and easy on the eye.

And yet, despite the grandeur of it all, something about their little trip felt wrong. The goodbyes he whispered to his friends and peers left a bad taste in his mouth as he joined the waiting group. He struggled to keep a smile on his face as they departed, bothered by the unease weighing heavy in his gut.

He wishes, knowing what he knows now, that he'd stayed behind. That he'd stopped them from leaving, no matter what it took. He wishes he'd done something to fight it, as wasn't clear where they were being taken until it was too late.

A strange white-haired monk met them at the base of the mountain, their face expressionless as they watched the group approach. They exchanged a few hushed words with Mei Mei before gesturing the omegas forward to continue their journey. The three of them were confused to find that Mei Mei wasn't following them, as she usually would. It only made the pit in Yuuji's stomach grow heavier with dread.

Mei Mei watched them leave in silence, not uttering a single goodbye. And despite her silence, Yuuji could still sense her sorrow. It made his skin crawl as he followed the group, watching as Mei Mei's silhouette shrunk in the distance. 

The monk led them up the mountain trail silently, not bothering to provide a shred of explanation to the three omegas. The further they made it up the mountain, the more uneasy Yuuji became. The fog thickened around them, bringing with it a heavy atmosphere that hung around him like a blanket. The earth beneath their feet grew harder and colder the higher they climbed, the trail unforgiving for their tired legs.

They were almost in a daze as they continued, losing any sense of time or direction — all they could do was follow the monk, lest they get lost.

They should have realized it by now. They should have turned tail a mile ago to make a run for it, but they didn't — rather, they couldn't. It was as if any rational thought had been sucked from their very brains, leaving them quiet and mindless as they blindly followed the monk like sheep led by a shepherd. 

It was as they approached a broken torii gate that Yuuji finally, finally realized where they were headed — they all realized. Footsteps faltered and breaths cut short, startled out of whatever trance had taken a hold of them. And still, even as the horrifying realization set in, their feet continued marching like puppets on string.

The very moment they crossed beneath the gate, the atmosphere around them shifted from crisp forest air to a heavy, oppressive miasma. The hairs on Yuuji's nape stood up, alarmed by the new environment. Animal instincts surged to the surface, ringing hardwired genetic alarm bells in a desperate attempt to get Yuuji to flee. Adrenaline surged to the surface, leaving his hands trembling as he clenched his fists.

Now that they had crossed the gate, there truly was no going back.

Anyone living in or near Heian-kyō knew the legends surrounding this mountain — they all knew to avoid it at all costs. Those who wander too close will pay for trespassing with their life.

This mountain range and beyond is teeming with monstrous, murderous creatures known as 'curses'. They used to run rampant throughout Japan, having become quite the burden for humans to deal with.

Humans with cursed energy of their own had the ability to kill these beasts — over time, these people developed into factions and families of sorcerers. Sorcerer families, such as the Zen'in shogunate family who ruled over the region his town remains in, marked their territory as the ruling class. They used their power and bloodline-specific cursed techniques to fight against curses, therefore solidifying and justifying their rule amongst the human race. 

These meager curses were nothing, however, compared to the real threat that loomed over Japan. One man, the strongest sorcerer-turned-curse ever known to exist, rose to power many millennia ago. Everyone, regardless of status or education or age, knows his name.

Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses.

He terrorized Japan for thousands of years, oppressing and killing humans left and right. No sorcerer alive stood a chance against his sheer power. According to ancient texts, he fought with generations of sorcerer families solely for entertainment. He had no goals or aspirations other than sheer domination.

Yet miraculously, hundreds of years ago, he seemed to grow bored of his reign of terror. No texts that Yuuji has ever read had a succinct explanation for the shift in attitude. For reasons beyond comprehension, Sukuna struck a deal with the ruling sorcerers — he would keep his curses out of Heian-kyō and live on the outskirts, but every other part of Japan would remain under his territory.

He was essentially allowing humans to cultivate a region of their own, free from the influence of curses. Naturally, people flocked to the city in droves. Others were not so lucky — news quickly spread about other cities throughout Japan that had been seized by intelligent, humanoid curses.

Within a century, Heian-kyō became the only region in Japan that was still operated by humans — the rest of the country had developed into a hellscape ruled by sentient curses. People tried their best to flee to Heian-kyō from those areas, and very few made it. Those that survived, however, had gruesome stories to tell.

Sukuna may have kept his promise to stay away, but he did not stray far from the city. He continued to reside in the mountains, keeping watch over the growing ant colony below.

Yuuji has heard the rumors floating around about what happens to those who wander into Ryoumen's territory. Many claim that rogue curses tear them limb from limb, while others say that they're devoured by Sukuna himself. Either way, it doesn't bode well for their little group.

They're being brought straight to Ryoumen's doorstep, after all.

The courtesans are silent as they make their way up the rest of the trail. The only thing Yuuji can hear is the crunch of leaves beneath their feet and the occasional sniffle or whine from his fellow omegas.

Yuuji himself doesn't know what to think, his mind wandering as they step into a flatter clearing. One sweep of his eyes tells him the land is well cared for and meticulously gardened, a clear sign that they are almost at their destination. His stomach twists with nerves, sharp pangs bringing a grimace to his face. 

The building that comes into view as they emerge from a canopy of willow trees is nearly indescribable. It's massive and intricately designed, its dark red coloring a stark difference from the surrounding foliage. The design is instantly recognizable, and it feels like some sort of cruel joke — of all places for the King of Curses to occupy, he's chosen something blasphemous. 

The building's — no, the shrine's — entrance sends shivers down his spine the moment they step around the corner to approach the double doors. Bovine skulls line the path leading up to the entryway, which arches wide with wood carvings. Yuuji has to stare at it for a moment as they grow closer, his eyes narrowed. The carvings are teeth, he realizes, his stomach flipping with unease.

He wants so badly to stop in his tracks, to yell, to fight and run, but whatever influence the mountain has on him prevents even an inkling of disobedience. He's clenching his jaw to the point of pain as they step up to the double doors, hard enough that he wonders if his teeth might crack. Golden eyes narrow as the white haired monk holds the door open for them, their head bowed. Almost robotically, their group continues.

The moment Yuuji's feet pass the threshold of the door, the intense pressure of cursed energy around them nearly quadruples. It feels as if gravity has been magnified within the shrine, keeping his feet nearly glued to the floor. It's a stark reminder that the King of Curses himself lingers nearby — and somehow, Yuuji knows that this is the barest hint of his presence.

He's only ever seen crude depictions of the man in what little historical literature he could get his hands on — every artist has drawn him differently. However, their depictions usually have one thing in common: they depict Ryoumen Sukuna as more curse than man.

Yuuji can tell from his energy alone that this is true — no sorcerer he's ever encountered has held such an intense reserve like Ryoumen's. Plenty sorcerers have visited the brothel over the years, some stronger than others. Yet, even if Yuuji combined all of their energy together, he doesn't think it could even hold a candle to what he feels right now.

The others can feel it too, that much is obvious from the horrified whimpers and whispered prayers echoing through the dimly lit hall. They blindly follow their guide, unable to even try to turn away or stop their march.

When the monk finally leads them to a large shoji door and stops, the group falls quiet once more. Yuuji senses the oppressive energy pulsing from the other room, ominous and threatening like a snake preparing to strike. It feels even more intense in such close proximity, somehow.

"Remain quiet and do not make eye contact, lest you wish to lose a limb," the monk speaks plainly, their face remaining blank as they glance back at the group. Their eyes flicker briefly over Yuuji, scarily calm to the point that they seem inhuman. 

]Yuuji remains silent, the back of his neck beading with sweat as the monk slides open the door and leads them inside. Beyond this doorway is the King of Curses himself. Beyond this doorway, in all likelihood, they will meet their deaths. 

Candles flicker along the edges of the room, bathing them in a dim orange light. The walls are decorated with intricate and ancient paintings, accentuated by the gleaming candles.

It's then, as Yuuji passes through the shoji door, that he first catches sight of the King of Curses out of the corner of his eye. Any interest he had in the art lining the walls is immediately sucked away. Yuuji's shoulders hike up as the shoji door slides closes behind him, trapping them inside with the curse.

Keeping the monk's words in mind, Yuuji glances up but avoids looking into Sukuna's eyes. His heart stutters in his chest as his brain struggles to register the sheer size of the man, his gaze pinned to the wide expanse of skin and rippling muscle in sight.

Ryoumen Sukuna is utterly massive. He sprawls across an oversized throne, one too many limbs peeking out beneath his kimono sleeves. The garment remains half open on his chest, revealing the twists and sharp edges of stark black tattoos. Yuuji spies, in his peripheral, what looks to be a stretch of scar tissue and bone marring one half of his tattooed face.

Four ringed maroon eyes peer down at them, blinking slow and steady in disinterest — as if he wasn't the very person that called for their presence. Yuuji had been wondering, ever since they passed the broken tori, what reason Ryoumen Sukuna would have to host courtesans. Perhaps he just wanted to form some sort of harem, but his reaction tells Yuuji otherwise — he couldn't be more disinterested. Sukuna stirs from where he sits on the dais, unbothered as the opening in his kimono widens. Yuuji spies a gleam of something shiny and white beneath the fabric, catching his curiosity.

He stares hard at Sukuna's stomach, brows furrowed as he notices a line splitting his abdomen — it's unlike any scar he's ever seen.

Except it isn't a scar at all.

His heart lurches beneath his ribs as the line moves, cracking open to reveal a wide, lolling tongue and gleaming teeth. It's a mouth, he realizes with a lump in his throat. It moves as if it has a mind of its own, licking lewdly across Sukuna's muscles to wet the skin there.

Yuuji, having been so distracted by the curse's suffocating presence, hadn't even noticed the disturbing mess laying just behind his throne.

Still shiny and wet to indicate its freshness, a pool of blood and clean bones sit a ways away from the man's feet. There isn't an ounce of flesh in sight. Oddly enough, there are strange grooves lining the bones. It takes Yuuji a moment to understand the indentations, but once he does, a disturbed wave of nausea hits him — they're teeth marks. 

Yuuji has to hold back a gag as he spies a suspiciously familiar shape of a skull sitting by Sukuna's feet, some long hair still attached to the remaining skin on its scalp. 

It is, clear as day, a human skull.

His eyes flicker back towards the curse, wide and horrified as he spots flecks of drying blood lining Sukuna's stomach.

The rumors are true. The King of Curses eats humans.

Yuuji is not the only one to have noticed the remains sitting on the dais. One of the omegas, a woman known as Remi, reacts audibly — a grave mistake. Her shriek fills the air, shrill and warbling in horror. She stumbles back on her feet and covers her mouth with a trembling hand, her face ghostly pale as she takes in the sight of fresh human remains.

It seems to trigger something in the curse as, hardly a second later, his bored expression twists into one of sick amusement. A smirk splits his face, his red eyes gleaming sadistically. It's the expression of a madman.

The group startles as Sukuna shifts to rise to his full, towering height. He's easily over two meters tall, towering over them as he steps down from the dais. Every step vibrates the ground beneath them, emphasizing the curse's power.

He approaches slow like a wildcat on the prowl, chuckling under his breath. Yuuji tenses, frozen beneath the sheer weight of Sukuna's crushing presence.

It's as he gets closer that Yuuji catches a whiff of oud, black tea and smoke — his nose nearly wrinkles upon inhaling, overwhelmed by the intensity of the scent that floods his olfactory system.

The strength of Sukuna's scent is dizzying. The moment it hits his bloodstream, Yuuji's neck strains uncomfortably. His head grows heavy — it feels as if a sack of rice has been tied to his throat, urging his head to bow. His mind is screaming for him to lower his head in reverence.

Alpha, his instincts scream. He's never felt anything like it, even from the various high-ranking samurai who had previously visited the brothel.

The instincts roaring in his hindbrain beg him to look down to expose his vulnerable throat. He catches the other two baring their necks in his peripheral vision, but he still hesitates. For whatever reason, he doesn't want to look away just yet.

His curiosity overpowers the urge to show submission, and for a split second, Sukuna takes notice of his hesitation.

Just as it seems the curse is going to comment on it, they are interrupted. All four crimson eyes narrow as they sweep over the boy's figure, but his attention is stolen as one omega, Remi, lets out a terrified whine.

It's a recognizable sound of distress which, in any other instance, would usually give an alpha pause. But in Sukuna's case, the distress only seems to increase his amusement. He steps closer and, finally, Yuuji can no longer deny his instincts. He cannot stop himself from putting his head down and baring his neck as the alpha grows too close for comfort.

"How pitiful," Sukuna rumbles, his voice deep and husky as he peers down at the trembling omega. She whines again as he gets closer, her tremors visible even in Yuuji's peripheral vision.

"I had hoped that insufferable woman would offer something more worthwhile, but it seems she's given me squealing pigs instead." Sukuna drones, irritation clear in his voice as his gaze sweeps over the group once more.

Remi takes a step back, her scent growing acrid with fear. Yuuji struggles to keep his own scent tame, not wanting to further agitate the alpha. Sukuna is clearly already irritated by her smell, his nose wrinkling with distate as he inhales.

"P-please, Ryoumen-sama, I apologize—" her hiccup cuts her off, her words jumbling into a mess of cries as the alpha steps closer.

"Silence."

The command zips down Yuuji's spine as if he'd been electrocuted, despite the fact that it hadn't even been directed at him. His mouth seals shut, lips frozen as he watches the situation unfold from the corner of his eye.

Obey, obey, obey, his hindbrain screams, overwhelmed by the alpha's sheer power. His head remains bowed, only allowing him a very slim window to view the situation.

Remi, still in the middle of speaking, is cut off mid-sentence by the command as she cries, "Pleas—!"

It happens too fast for Yuuji's brain to comprehend. Sukuna's cursed energy swells, sudden and overbearing like a thick, all-consuming fog.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of red consumes Yuuji's vision.

A wet tearing sound fills his ears as Remi's body suddenly splits into two, six, twelve pieces. A splash of warm, wet liquid sprays across his silk kimono and rapidly paling face.

He hears the sound of slick flesh hit the floor, followed by a faint, desperate gurgling. It fades with each passing second as Remi's life slips away, so easily taken by the curse.

Bile rises in Yuuji's throat as his brain struggles to process what happened. He keeps his neck bared, but his eyes are saucer-wide as he glances over to look at the mess wetting his sandal-clad feet.

Like livestock headed to the slaughterhouse, Remi had been split into twelve clean-cut pieces. There isn't a blade in sight.

It takes Yuuji a moment to understand the cause. He watches, horrified, as Sukuna lowers his hand.

It was him — it was that surge of cursed energy Yuuji had felt. This is his technique.

Yuuji swallows around the lump in his throat, struggling to keep his face neutral as the alpha watches the butchered omega bleed out and fade into the afterlife. He raises one of his four hands to wave the monk forward.

"Clean up this mess and save the meat for later."

Yuuji's stomach lurches. Save the meat.

He's sickened by how casually Sukuna says it — how casually he announces, subtle as it is, that he plans to eat her. The same way did to that other poor soul whose remains still sit behind the throne.

Yuuji wonders, briefly, if Sukuna also plans to eat him and the other omega, Misato. He can see the way she trembles in the corner of his eye, her skin ashen with terror and disgust.

Yuuji's startled as a rush of icy cursed energy erupts from the monk. They're eerily silent as they approach the body — or what's left of it — to manifest a container of ice with whatever technique they possess. The monk is quick placing Remi's remains inside, cooling the meat for later use.

They depart just as silently as they arrived, leaving Yuuji and Misato alone with Sukuna. The quiet stillness that follows is paralyzing — Yuuji has to slow his breathing to keep it undetectable, lest he end up like Remi.

His heart picks up its pace beneath his ribs, pounding faster the longer the curse takes to say something. Sukuna, clearly amused by their fear, moves to approach the pair.

"I hope that neither of you are as irritating as that squealing whore," he drawls, apathetic to the fact that he just murdered her in cold blood.

His words spark a lick of anger within Yuuji, disgust curling in his gut. Remi had been a kind girl, popular amongst the brothel both with clients and courtesans alike. She may have been a bit shrill at times, but she had a good heart.

And yet, in the matter of a few seconds, her life had been cut short. All because she 'squealed'.

Yuuji clenches his jaw in an attempt to hold back his anger, hoping to hide it from Sukuna. Should he notice such a emotion, Yuuji is sure Sukuna would pay him some very unwanted attention.

The curse paces before them like a hungry predator, his four arms crossed over his chest and rippling with muscle beneath the fabric of his kimono.

Sukuna stops in front of the other girl, Misato, and leans down to peer at her ashen face. She shuts her eyes and cowers away, turning her head and keeping her neck exposed in hopes of appeasing the alpha. Sukuna is clearly appraising her, silent as he sucks in a breath to inhale her fear-soured pheromones.

His face scrunches, clearly displeased with what he smells. Misato's trembling immediately worsens, the gems hanging from her hair pins clinking together with each tremor. She flinches away as Sukuna huffs, a small whimper slipping past her lips.

Yuuji lifts his head ever so slightly to look at the pair, amber eyes wide as he watches one of Sukuna's arms pull away from where it's crossed. He instantly takes notice of the way the man's index and middle finger are pressed together as he raises his hand.

Yuuji knows, almost instinctually, that this is the hand sign for Sukuna's cursed technique; it's the same trick that must have killed Remi only moments ago. The alpha's energy swells the same way it had before, the pressure of it intense as it overtakes the room.

Yuuji's nausea intensifies as he realizes Misato is about to meet the same fate as the other omega. She, like Remi, is gentle and kindhearted. The very last thing she deserves is to be butchered like an animal, especially by an ancient curse that couldn't care less for the sanctity of human life.

He knows he shouldn't interject. To save his own hide, he knows he should stay quiet and look away. And yet, as molten anger bubbles in his gut, he knows he can't ignore it. At the risk of his own livelihood, Yuuji knows he needs to step in.

He doesn't have a rational second to think before he acts. He doesn't care if it leads to his own demise, as horrible as it might be. He can't just stand there, baring his neck like a coward, and listen as another kindhearted human meets their painful end.

Yuuji briefly wonders why Sukuna even requested their presence in the first place if he just planned on killing — and subsequently, eating — them. He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, however.

Self-sacrificing as always, Yuuji pushes himself past the strength of Sukuna's alphan influence and raises his head. He ignores the alarms blaring in the recesses of his mind and looks up. Without a scrap of hesitation, he meets Sukuna's eyes.

"Stop!" He shouts as he leaps in front of Misato, arms outstretched to hide her from view. His instincts scream for him to once again lower his head and submit, and it takes everything in him to resist.

He forces his neck to remain straight as he glares up at Sukuna, trembling not only with fear, but also with rage.

Sukuna's brows quirk up, surprised by the rare show of defiance. Somehow, this brat has been able to break free from his influence — it's unheard of, really. It's been decades since Sukuna has been met with such resistance from a human. Perhaps even a century, at this point.

"Oh? You're a brave one." Sukuna mocks, lowering his hand as he returns Yuuji's stare with piqued curiosity.

Four unblinking eyes peer down at the omega, gleaming with newfound interest as they sweep over his smaller frame. This one, a brave slip of a thing, has caught the barest hint of his attention for his insolence.

Yuuji gulps, trying to stay brave as he faces the curse and continues to shield Misato. Sukuna bends down to his height, eyes narrow as he looks Yuuji up and down.

"Move, brat." Sukuna tries another command, eager to see how it affects the boy. It's experimental at this point, really — he wants to test the limits of this omega's defiance.

Yuuji flinches, shoulders tensing beneath the weight of the curse's words. His neck aches and head pounds as he pushes back instinctual needs, forcing himself to fight his natural urges. He grits his teeth as his body moves of its own accord, arms lowering an inch as he's compelled to shuffle away one step.

And yet, despite the weight of the command, he still remains partially in front of Misato.

It's an astonishing sight to Sukuna. The boy grows red in the face, struggling with the sheer will it takes to resist the curse's direct order. His trembling is not borne from fear or anger, but tenacity. It would be a lie to say Sukuna isn't impressed.

Originally, he'd requested the courtesans out of sheer boredom. He hadn't particularly cared who the madam sent, so long as they acted as some form of entertainment — mainly sexual.

Omegas had grown scarce in his curse-ruled territories, many having been killed or eaten already. The few that remained were either confined to be bred in human slave farms, or were too old and undesirable for Sukuna to bother with them.

He knew, at least, that Heian-kyō might be able to provide him with decent omegas. He supposes he should have told that madam, Mei Mei, that he didn't like the shrill, squealing type. It didn't matter either way — that girl will at least make a nice, hearty meal with plenty of fatty tissue. Omegas taste the best, after all.

It's a shame that the second girl is just as irritating as the first — she'll end up dead, too. At the very least, female omegas and their higher fat percentages make for great meals compared to the males.

Sukuna had wanted to at least take his time with this one. He wanted to hear her screams and drag out her death longer than the last — to revel in her cries of terror.

And yet, just as he was about to slice off her arm, he was stopped.

It's been over a millennium since an omega has been able to directly defy his command and influence. The ability to override such intense instincts requires a will so strong it's nearly impossible, especially for omegas — a subgender evolutionarily inclined to submit to alphan wills.

Needless to say, his curiosity has been piqued.

Sukuna leers down at the red-faced brat, eyes roaming his pinned up hair and silken yellow kimono. It's a simple, plain outfit, indicating that he isn't very popular with the patrons — either that, or he only just started taking clients. He looks young, so Sukuna assumes it's the latter.

As he leans in to breath in the boy's scent, he's struck by its agreeable, softened notes. The smell of peaches and honey fills his nostrils, far more pleasing than the other two. Sukuna doesn't usually like the sweet nature of most omega's pheromones, but this scent has just the right amount of delicacy that keeps it from being overwhelming.

What interests him most, however, is the spark of cursed energy Sukuna detects from the depths of the boy's soul. It's faint and has yet to be tapped, but it's there — a shocking find within an omega, no less.

Historically, omegas are the least likely to inherit any form of cursed energy, let alone a technique. He wonders, briefly, if this evolutionary feat is due to some sort of sorcerer heritage.

Sukuna can't help but be fascinated.

"A stubborn one," Sukuna comments, his smirk widening as his attention drifts to focus solely on the pink haired boy. "Tell me your name."

Yuuji hesitates, eyes narrowing as Sukuna's disposition suddenly changes. He expected outrage and violence for his disobedience, not interest. Yuuji's unsettled by the alpha's curiosity, his body growing tenser and his mind on edge as he receives the curse's full attention. He expected to be severed limb from limb by now and yet he still stands, alive and well.

Yuuji's startled from his thoughts as Sukuna's scent spikes, sharp and spiced in his nostrils with each inhale.

"Do not wear my patience thin, boy. Tell me your name," Sukuna's irritation grows with each passing second. Yuuji knows, almost psychically, that if he doesn't answer then he will not be the only one to suffer the consequences. With Misato's safety in mind, he finally answers.

"Itadori Yuuji," he hisses through gritted teeth, struggling to keep his composure beneath Sukuna's crushing attention. The pressure of his cursed energy builds, almost miasmic as it fills the space around them.

"Itadori," Sukuna purrs, his intrigue growing — the brat isn't even from a sorcerer family, let alone a branch family. But somehow, he has his own reserve of cursed energy. Meager as it is, its presence is abnormal.

Yuuji swallows hard, heart fluttering nervously as Sukuna's interest grows. Yuuji is sure to keep his place, fully blocking a trembling Misato from view.

The second he does, he regrets it — to no fault of his own.

Misato lets out another whimper as she reaches out to clutch the shoulder of Yuuji's kimono. She shuffles closer, seeking comfort from her fellow omega. Yuuji wishes, desperately, that he'd stopped her. Meager as it was, her reaction is still a catalyst for what happens next.

Sukuna's scowl returns, instantly irritated by her interruption. Yuuji senses the shift in Sukuna's energy and watches with wide, horrified eyes as his fingers move to finish the gesture.

Yuuji can do nothing to stop it at the speed Sukuna moves. By the time he can reach his hand out to stop him, it's already done.

Right before his very eyes, the curse swing his fingers down in a cutting motion. In an instant, an invisible blade of cursed energy surges towards Misato's hand.

First, Yuuji feels the fabric of his kimono split on his shoulder. Next, he feels the warm splatter of blood hit his bare skin.

He'll never be able to forget the sound of it.

Misato screams and stumbles away, clutching at her forearm where a bloody, clean-cut stump remains. Her severed hand plops to the floor with a disgusting squelch.

"No!" Yuuji shouts, outraged and horrified as he looks back and forth between Misato and Sukuna. He lunges towards her and reaches out to hold her shoulders, watching in dismay as she clutches her bleeding arm. Her sobs echo throughout the throne room, followed by the repetitive, nauseating splash of blood hitting the floor.

It's a disgusting sight. Yuuji flails in panic, his brain scrambling in search of a solution. With what little first aid knowledge he has, he leans down to tear off the bottom hem of his kimono and quickly ties it like a tourniquet around Misato's bleeding arm.

His efforts quickly go to waste as a hand suddenly grapples his neck, holding him tight before tossing him across the room. Yuuji yelps as he hits the floor and rolls, the impact sure to leave bruises. He winces as the rolling comes to an end, his body aching as he struggles to prop himself up on his arms.

His head is pounding by the time he looks up, watching with bated breath as Sukuna approaches the sobbing omega.

"Consider this your first lesson, boy. You cannot save her. I've had enough of her incessant squealing." Sukuna's words send a shiver down Yuuji's spine as the curse raises his hand once more.

Yuuji, running on adrenaline and terror alone, shouts as he scrambles off the floor and sprints towards the other omega, "DON'T—!"

He doesn't reach them fast enough. 

Yuuji watches in abject horror as the curse swipes his hand, landing another blow on the girl — however, the attack is not intended to kill. It's meant to main. To torture.

Misato's abdomen splits open in a violent spray of blood and shredded viscera. Her screams peter out into a wet gurgle, her eyes rolling back in shock as she falls to her knees and scrambles to hold her wounded stomach.

Even Yuuji knows that she is beyond saving now. He'd been close, so close.

His fury burns white hot in his veins, fueling his adrenaline as he directs his run towards Sukuna instead. He knows he doesn't stand a chance against the King of Curses, but he can't find it in himself to care. Sukuna killed Remi like it was nothing. He'd cut Misato open for fun.

Rage boils beneath his skin, bringing with it the irrepressible urge to kill. Yuuji shouts out in pure fury as he meets Sukuna's eyes, disgusted by the alpha's smirk. The beast of a man looks down at Yuuji with manic excitement in his gaze, opening himself up for the attack.

Yuuji snaps.

He feels something white hot bubble up inside of him as he closes his fist and swings out to strike the curse, raging from the depths of his soul. It surges down the length of his arm, leaving a wave of heat in its wake.

"Good! Hit me!" Sukuna shouts, his expression deranged as he holds out his arms to welcome the punch. Sukuna's excitement only serves to fuel Yuuji's anger.

Coming straight from his core, he can feel the physical manifestation of his fury focus around his hand in a ball of energy. He can see it, too — akin to a flame, a strange black and blue aura swarms around his fist.

Yuuji doesn't have time to question what it is as he strikes Sukuna in the chest.

At first, it does nothing — Yuuji's frustration doubles as a second ticks by with no reaction. He knows he's signed his death warrant. The alpha's smirk widens.

And then, hardly a full second later, the impact hits. Somehow, someway, the punch landed after Yuuji's fist had already pulled away. Yuuji can see the surge of energy as it impacts Sukuna's chest, sending the curse stumbling back a few steps.

Silence falls between the two — Yuuji confused by his newfound power, and Sukuna taken aback. The fact that a young boy, an omega no less, was able to land a hit strong enough to send him backwards… it's unheard of.

Itadori Yuuji, a courtesan with no formal (or informal, for that matter) training in jujutsu, has somehow unlocked a crude, primitive amalgamation of cursed energy and landed a hit on a being thousands of years older than himself.

The King of Curses is instantly enthralled. He needs to see more of this unrefined little brat's abilities. Sukuna does not intend to let him get away.

His manic grin widens, massive canines poking out from behind his lips as he leers down at Yuuji. He relishes in the throbbing after-effect of the brat's delayed punch, savoring the ache in his chest.

Misato's gurgling chokes echo in the background, calling their attention back to her. Yuuji, hoping to distract the curse from her in desperate hopes of saving her despite all odds, surges forward to land another hit — but he's too late. Sukuna's attention had already been diverted back to the girl.

Wanting to foster more of that rage from Yuuji, Sukuna is quick to utilize cleave against the other omega once more. He acts far too quickly for Yuuji to stop him. Yuuji can do nothing but observe as he lifts a hand and swipes down, severing her leg in a clean cut.

Sukuna watches with rapt interest as the boy's golden eyes widen in horror, glancing back and forth between the curse and the fallen omega. Yuuji knows, logically, that she is beyond saving; she'll bleed out soon, her arteries already spurting dark rivulets of blood.

Yuuji's rage swells. Despite the fact that Misato had already been nearing death, Sukuna still used the opportunity to continue her suffering — simply to get a reaction out of Yuuji.

He's toying with the sanctity of human life for fun. 

Yuuji howls in fury and surges towards the curse, his fists welling up with that strange energy again. He strikes Sukuna with a flurry of punches, the impacts hitting barely a second later just like before.

He doesn't seem to be doing much damage, of course — not that Yuuji is surprised. He continues anyways, hoping to at least hold the curse back or even knock him down.

His efforts prove to be useless, however, the moment Sukuna finally decides he has had enough. With a grunt and hardly any exertion, he grabs Yuuji's wrists with two of his hands.

Sukuna's strength is overwhelming, immediately nullifying all of Yuuji's efforts. The omega grunts as he tries to fight against it, but in the end, it's a useless attempt. Sukuna switches Yuuji's wrists into his palm, easily grappling both with one hand.

It's sudden, the way Sukuna tugs Yuuji towards him and wraps one of his four arms around his back. In an instant he has Yuuji held impossibly close, keeping him pinned to his body as Misato chokes and gurgles in the background.

Yuuji squirms in his hold, desperate to escape and get to his fellow courtesan. Even though he knows she is beyond saving, Yuuji is still horrified by the idea of leaving her alone to die. He thrashes in Sukuna's grip, omegan fangs bared up at the beast.

With each shout and jerk, Misato's whimpers and gurgles grow quieter. No matter how hard Yuuji tries, he fails to wriggle free from Sukuna's hold. His stomach flips as he hears the girls chest rattling with her last breaths, incoherent mumbles slipping from her lips.

"No," Yuuji whispers to himself, bottom lip trembling as hot tears fill his waterline. He can't manage to escape the curse's grasp and, at this rate, he's too late.

Eventually, the room is once again bathed in silence. It's blatantly clear that she has passed — alone and afraid.

Despite the fact that Yuuji didn't know her very well, the grief is still overwhelming. It isn't his fault that they've died, yet the guilt still weighs on him. There was little he could do to stop it in the end, no matter how hard he tried.

He jerks one last time in Sukuna's grip, face pinched with frustration and anguish. His cheeks, already flushed from exertion, glimmer as tears wet his face.

"Just kill me already," he hisses, glaring up at the curse with pure, unadulterated hatred. He knows he has already disrespected Sukuna beyond belief. His death is inevitable.

Yet, as the curse smirks and raises a free hand to grasp for his nape, Yuuji suddenly doesn't feel so sure in his assumptions.

The alpha makes no move to hit him or cut him with his technique — he doesn't even so much as scold the boy for his flippancy and utter lack of respect.

Sukuna has never met such an impudent, obstinate omega in all of his years of living. And, in a manner very unlike himself, he's unbothered by the insolence. Instead, he's amused — fascinated. This omega has piqued his interest in a way that none have in a very, very long time.

"I don't think I will, brat." Sukuna drawls as he leers down at Yuuji with those eerie ringed eyes. His third hand brushes teasingly against the omega's nape, the threat clear.

Yuuji swallows hard and continues wriggling in his grip, growing nervous for an entirely new reason — if Sukuna doesn't intend to kill him, then what does he want?

"Then let me go," he tries to bargain, gritting his teeth as he pulls against the alpha's iron-clad grip.

Sukuna hums in response, amused by Yuuji's growing panic.

"No, I don't think I will," he repeats himself, his tone low and husky. He uses the grip on Yuuji's wrists to tug the boy closer, forcing them to collide chest to chest.

It becomes clearer that Yuuji is a little larger than the average omega — he hardly even reaches Sukuna's collarbones, but he's easily a foot taller than those other two were. Such a detail on serves to increase Sukuna's interest.

Yuuji's skin crawls with disgust as the curse holds him close, forcing their bodies to press together. He can't distract himself from the fact that Misato and Remi — or whatever is left of her — still lays behind him. The thought only serves to fuel his revulsion towards Sukuna.

Trembling and trapped in the alpha's grip, Yuuji begins to slip into fight or flight instincts. His eyes go wide and wild as he looks up at Sukuna, still jerking wildly in his hold.

Despite all of his thrashing and hissing, he still can't break free. Sukuna hardly breaks a sweat as he wrangles Yuuji back into his grip, finally tightening the hand that had been brushing his nape ever so slightly.

The effect is instantaneous. Yuuji sucks in a sharp breath as his knees buckle, caving inwards till his body goes lax. A strangled whine slips from his chest as he's forced to collapse into Sukuna's firm hold.

"Ah, there you are," Sukuna hums, catching the omega before lowering him to the floor.

Yuuji's eyes remain wide with horror as he's forced onto his back, scruffed and immobile beneath the massive curse. He's confused for a moment, unsure what Sukuna intends to do, but then he recognizes it. That look. He has seen it many times before.

Yuuji can smell Sukuna's intentions in his scent as oud, smoke and black tea sharpens in the air around them. Sukuna looms threateningly above Yuuji, one hand still firmly clasped over his nape. Yuuji can see their size difference even more prominently from this position.

Yuuji's nose twitches, picking up on the distinct scent of arousal wafting down towards him. His brain stutters to a stop, shocked. It takes Yuuji a moment to comprehend why he's smelling it.

And when he does, the realization horrified him.

Instead of encouraging the King of Curses to kill him alongside his friends, Yuuji has somehow done the complete opposite. Sukuna is interested in him.

He tries to squirm beneath Sukuna's bulk, but the tightening grip on his nape stops him in his tracks. Yuuji sputters and tries to hold back a keen, frustrated by his weaning strength.

Yuuji's chest heaves as his panic grows, his heart beating rabbit-fast beneath his ribs. The fear that sours his scent doesn't dissuade Sukuna — instead, it only seems to entice him further.

The alpha leans back for a moment and releases his grip on Yuuji's neck to slide his kimono off his arms.

Yuuji takes the opportunity the moment it's presented. Once his nape is released, he immediately twists out from under the curse and scrambles to get to his feet.

He's not fast enough.

A shriek flies from his lips as Sukuna grasps his ankles and yanks him back into place, quickly moving to wrap a hand threateningly around the omega's throat.

Yuuji knows where this is going.

"Wait, please," he chokes around panicked breaths, amber eyes wide as he squirms beneath the alpha. He swallows hard as Sukuna leans down, pressing their bodies closer together. His body is a furnace against Yuuji's clammy skin, unbearably heat bringing a flush to Yuuji's cheeks.

He's been with a meager handful of alphas in the short time he acted as a fully-fledged courtesan, but none as large or as hefty as Sukuna. Yuuji can only imagine what he's equipped with down there — the thought makes his stomach flip nervously.

As Yuuji glances down towards the split of Sukuna's kimono, he spies something that answers his horrified thoughts. He immediately diverts his eyes, wishing he hadn't looked down.

Beneath the draped cloth sits a massive bulge, hardly even covered by Sukuna's fundoshi. From his bulge alone, Yuuji knows he'll be far too large to take. He writhes in panic, all of his urges to fight morphing into flight the second Sukuna adds pressure to the grip around his throat.

Yuuji coughs hard, his breaths reedy as he struggles to take in air. Sukuna, unbothered by Yuuji's panicked coughing, briefly squeezes tighter just to mock the boy. To remind him of his place here.

Yuuji's stomach sinks as the alpha presses closer, a crazed grin splitting his lips. He's relishing in Yuuji's fear — he's getting off on it. Unlike the last two omegas, Sukuna seems to crave Yuuji's soured, frightened scent.

Yuuji turns his head as Sukuna leans down, but the hand on his neck is quick to fly to his jaw to stop him. He jerks Yuuji's head to the side, forcefully exposing the vulnerable length of his neck. Once Yuuji is held in place, Sukuna presses his nose tight against his throat.

Yuuji sucks in a startled, wheezing breath as the alpha rubs his nose against his scent gland, urging fresh pheromones to the surface. Sukuna readily inhales them, a low groan building in his throat.

"It's been too long," he huffs, two of his four eyes leering down at Yuuji to watch his flush deepen. Yuuji swallows around the lump in his throat, nervous beneath such an intense gaze.

Despite having been with alphas before, Sukuna finds the brat to be surprisingly bashful.

Yuuji's breath catches in his throat as Sukuna lowers his body, pressing his hips against Yuuji's thigh. Even with their clothes in the way, Yuuji can still feel the intimidating hardness hidden beneath Sukuna's garments. It lays white-hot against Yuuji's leg, immensely threatening even when clothed.

A gasp flies from Yuuji's throat as Sukuna ruts forward, intentionally brushing his hardness against Yuuji's inner thigh.

"Wait," Yuuji rasps, eyes wide as the alpha begins to pump out his scent in tandem with every thrust. It's thick and heady with lust, clouding Yuuji's mind with each inhale. The scent is addicting, wrapping his brain in a thick, confusing fog of arousal that doesn't even feel like his own.

Sukuna's pheromones overpower the stench of blood around them, helping to distract Yuuji. He watches with curious eyes as the omega struggles beneath him, still actively trying to resist the pull of his natural instincts.

Sukuna's doesn't think he's ever been more entertained than he is now as he watches Yuuji desperately battle his own nature. His spirit is endearing, in a way.

Yuuji's brows crease as Sukuna attempts to influence him further with his scent. His instincts rage in the back of his mind, begging him to flip onto his stomach and rise to his knees in a proper presentation. His sapped strength makes it difficult to not just give up and give in — to take the easy way out.

He struggles to resist the pull of his hindbrain, but it only grows more difficult by the second. The moment Sukuna began to bomb him with his scent he should have known it was over. Yuuji, trapped beneath the massive curse, has no choice but to breathe in more of Sukuna's potent pheromones.

Yuuji tries to deny the effect it has on him. The alpha's aroused scent is thick in the air as he looms threateningly above Yuuji, pushing the boy closer towards the urge to give in to his instincts.

Yuuji flinches as the curse bucks his hips again, this time brushing against his crotch instead of his thigh. The effect is undeniable — his core instantly heats with interest, spurred on my thick pheromones and friction.

Yuuji grits his teeth to try and distract himself as the proof of his unwilling arousal spills between his legs.

Yuuji wants to deny it, of course, but the sugary scent of slick in the air says otherwise. Yuuji rarely slicks up for anyone, client or not — he has had to rely on oils to get himself through his few sessions. But now, writhing pathetically beneath Sukuna's larger form, he's ashamed to realize he will not need any oils.

His flush deepens as Sukuna reaches out and places a hand on his chest, right against the part in his kimono. Yuuji's breath catches in his throat as calloused fingers slip beneath the silk, tugging it to the side to reveal half of his chest.

"Wait—," Yuuji gasps, though he's unsure what else he even intends to say. His own nerves seem to have him babbling like an idiot.

His spine arches as Ryoumen's fingers brush against his exposed nipple, gently tweaking it. The alpha watches like a hawk as Yuuji's expression pinches, lips parting around a shaky gasp. "A-ah!"

Sukuna continues moving his hand down, down, down, until he finally reaches the soft edge of Yuuji's fundoshi. Yuuji jerks his hips away in horror, or at least he tries to — Sukuna is quick to push him back down with one of his hands.

"Stay still," Sukuna orders, but Yuuji miraculously manages to resist the command once again.

"Don't touch me," he whines, voice warbling with panic. He squirms and claws at the hands pinning his jaw and hip to the ground, desperate to be released.

His demand is, as expected, ignored and denied. Sukuna, with his patience growing thin and his cocks only growing harder, decides that he has been too lenient. His fingers slip lower beneath the edge of the omega's undergarments, his other hand quick to undo Yuuji's obi.

The silken fabric slips off of him completely, revealing the full stretch of soft, flushed skin. Yuuji squirms as he's left in just his fundoshi, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to his wet cunt.

His stomach churns with unease as Sukuna presses closer, his fingers teasing the edge of his undergarment. Yuuji jolts as he slips his fingers over the fabric, brushing against clothed, sensitive folds. Yuuji keens and tries to buck away, but Sukuna is quick to push him down.

"Begging for me to stop and yet you're wet, Yuuji," Sukuna taunts as he presses his thumb against his crotch, feeling his wetness through the fabric of his fundoshi.

Yuuji audibly gulps, cursing his mutinous body for reacting so strongly to the curse's pheromones. He's trembling as Sukuna's thumb brushes feather-light against his hardening cocklet, eliciting a startled whimper from his lips.

Yuuji's chewing furiously on his lip as Sukuna's fingers dip lower, rubbing gently till he finally finds the source of his interest. Sukuna presses ever-so-slightly against Yuuji's swollen clit, smirk widening as the omega shivers.

Sukuna continues rubbing small circles against the little bud, forcing sparks of pleasure to run up Yuuji's spine.

A keen slips free from his throat as he tries to pull away, struggling to resist the curse's teasing. He can still smell a hint of pungent iron beneath Sukuna's overwhelming scent, reminding him that Misato is still here, laying dead only a few feet away. He tries to focus on it, hoping to breathe some sensibility back into himself, but his focus is quickly broken.

Yuuji startles as the shoji door slides open with no warning, announcing the presence of the white haired monk. Their face, usually expressionless, cracks with a hint of surprise once they notice that Yuuji is still very much alive. But a second passes and the moment passes — without saying a word, they shuffle over to where Misato's body lays.

They work silently to gather her severed hand and mangled corpse, uncaring of the fact that their master is nearly nude and clearly preoccupied. Sukuna is entirely unbothered by their presence — he continues his ministrations as if they weren't even there, much to Yuuji's horror.

His struggling increases tenfold as he tries to manifest his cursed energy back, hoping to break free from Sukuna's iron clad grip. It only seems to amuse the curse further.

The monk works diligently in the background as Sukuna leans closer, once again pressing his nose into the junction of the omega's neck. He sucks in a breath, inhaling Yuuji's scent straight from the source. A low rumble builds in Sukuna's chest as he exhales, warm breath washing over Yuuji's skin.

"Ngh!" Yuuji grunts as he kicks his legs out, repeatedly kneeing Sukuna in the thigh and hips. The curse doesn't budge, even as Yuuji continues kicking at him like an unruly toddler.

Clearly, Sukuna's previous command has been entirely nullified. It should be physically impossible for this boy to still be kicking and squirming the way he is — somehow, he's managed to defy not one, but two of Sukuna's commands.

Sukuna doesn't even react to Yuuji's harmless kicking. He instead moves to nudge his knee between Yuuji's legs, forcing them to spread wide around his muscular thigh. Yuuji's flush deepens as his thighs are forced to part, making space for Sukuna to move even closer.

"Obstinate brat. Continuing to fight even when you've so clearly lost?" Sukuna derides, chuffing as he moves to press his nose deeper into Yuuji's neck. The boy's scent is thick with fear and anger and Sukuna relishes in it. The undertone of arousal there makes him all the sweeter.

Sukuna laves his tongue across the swell of his scent gland, licking up the layer of fresh oil beading at the surface.

Yuuji jerks in surprise, eyes widening as the curse laps at his neck. It's a thinly veiled threat. Nobody in their right mind would ever allow an unknown alpha so close to their neck, but Yuuji has little to no say in the matter. Sukuna could very easily tear his jugular out or even sink his canines into Yuuji's gland to bind them together, and yet he doesn't.

"To think, in all my years of living, I've never met an omega with wieldable cursed energy. You're sloppy, boy, but you learn quick," Sukuna pulls away to look Yuuji in the eyes, interest shining in his gaze.

Sukuna continues to pump out his scent in thick, heady waves. It fogs Yuuji's head with each inhale, worsening the pull of his instincts. He hates he way he involuntarily clenches in response to such intense alphan pheromones, his cunt wetting with fresh slick.

Yuuji, disgusted by his body's natural reactions, bares his teeth at Sukuna to express his fury. He startles himself as a low snarl rips from his chest, aggressive and threatening and foreign. He's never made such a sound before, nor has he ever even heard another omega growl like that. Still, it feels right.

The sound, instead of deterring or angering Sukuna, only seems to encourage him. Excite him, even.

The alpha lets out a sharp laugh, his grin widening and eyes gleaming. "What an odd little creature you are, Itadori."

Yuuji tenses as the alpha's scent flares, sharp arousal meeting his nose and filling his lungs. It's even more intense now than it was before, if that's even possible. He cringes as he feels another wave of slick slip past his lips, wetting the fabric of his undergarments.

Yuuji grits his teeth and snarls, trying to keep himself from drowning in his own instincts. "Fuck you!"

Sukuna barks out another laugh, amused by the omega's abnormal resistance. He's never seen anything like it. His nose twitches to scent the air, picking up on the evidence of Yuuji's failing will — his slick.

Saliva pools in Sukuna's mouth, his cocks twitching and throbbing beneath his garments.

He wants to break this boy. Wants to bend him like a stick till he snaps, just so he can piece him back together and do it all over again. He wants to watch Yuuji fight him every step of the way until he finally gives in. He wants to make this brat submit to him.

Sukuna, losing whatever shred of patience he had left, tears off the rest of Yuuji's kimono and tosses the fabric to the side. Yuuji's fully uncovered chest is flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his nipples are pebbled with undeniable arousal.

Sukuna sits up ever so slightly to pull off the rest of his clothes, still holding a hand down to keep Yuuji pinned. With his other two hands, Sukuna moves to undo his kimono and fundoshi to bare himself completely in one fell swoop.

The sight is, frankly, horrifying.

Yuuji knew from his bulge alone that Sukuna would be big, but this… this is entirely different. Bobbing an angry red against his abdomen sit two thick, heavy cocks, precum beading at their tips. A set of balls hang beneath each shaft, each filled with potent seed.

Yuuji's anxiety is quick to return, surging to the surface of his consciousness with renewed urgency. Yuuji thrashes beneath the curse's intense grip, panting in exertion and fear.

Yuuji has never taken someone so big, let alone someone with two — it's physically impossible, or at least it should be. His face pales as he desperately shakes his head, his struggles increasing till he finally gets the slightest bit of leeway.

"No fucking way," his voice trembles as he scrambles backwards, yanking himself from Sukuna's grip. He's quickly stopped by the hand that surges forward to once again grasp his hip.

Sukuna slams him back into the ground, shifting to hold him around the waist with a grip that will surely leave bruises. Sukuna holds him with two hands, allowing his thumbs meet around the middle of Yuuji's abdomen.

Sukuna finds Yuuji's renewed fear to be even more arousing. His cocks throb, desperate to be buried inside the brat. If he can't make Yuuji submit with his words, then he'll just have to fuck him into submission.

"You're meant for this," Sukuna rumbles, moving one of the hands on Yuuji's waist to slip a finger beneath the edge of his fundoshi. He can smell Yuuji's slick, the scent of it growing thicker with each passing second — he can nearly taste it on his tongue.

Finally bared and free, his belly mouth opens wide and allows its tongue to loll, wetting Sukuna's stomach and cocks with drool. It tends to move of its own accord, but Sukuna knows what it wants — what he wants. Perhaps it'll be the perfect way to ease the brat in.

Two of Sukuna's hands suddenly grasp at Yuuji's fundoshi, tearing the fabric as if it were paper. Sukuna flings it behind them before once again pinning Yuuji down by his waist.

Startled, Yuuji tries to snap his legs closed to hide himself, but the thigh still resting there stops them from closing.

Sukuna is quick to reach down and grasp one of Yuuji's legs from behind the knee, pushing it up and away to forcefully expose him. Cool air brushes against his groin as he's spread open, ushering in a wave of humiliation.

He tries to yank his leg from Sukuna's grip, desperately hoping to hide the source of his shame — the wet proof of his arousal slicking his cunt.

Sukuna grins at the sight of what lays between Yuuji's legs, his cunt shining with fresh slick in the dim candlelight. The sweet, thick scent of it wafts into the air, worsening Sukuna's throbbing.

Even the brat's cocklet is cute — it's large for an omega but tiny compared to the alpha's own, which only adds to Sukuna's delight. The brat has no need for anything sizable, yet he still sports a decent length. A cute, useless appendage.

Sukuna wastes no time moving forward, lowering himself so his stomach mouth rests just above Yuuji's twitching groin.

Yuuji swallows hard and watches in dazed confusion as Sukuna shuffles down till his face is level with Yuuji's chest. Yuuji thinks, for a moment, that Sukuna's going to use his mouth there — but he's sorely mistaken.

He flinches as warm breath suddenly washes across his groin, raising goosebumps on his inner thighs. He can't even get a word of confused protest out before Sukuna moves, allowing his stomach's tongue to lave against his cunt.

"Ah!" Yuuji cries, hips jerking up in surprise. He looks down, eyes widening in shock as a Sukuna's stomach gapes open to reveal a massive pink tongue. Warm, wet heat laps at his cunt, pressing and rubbing every nook and cranny.

Yuuji's hands fly down to Sukuna's shoulders in an attempt to push him and his strange tongue away, but the curse is quick to grapple his wrists with one hand and pin them above his head.

Sukuna groans as the taste of Yuuji's slick sinks in, syrupy sweet on his tongue. He wants nothing more than to lap at the brat's cunt till he squeals, but he has preparations to make. He shifts again, focusing his attention lower.

Yuuji jumps as the tongue suddenly licks at his perineum, poking and prodding at his winking entrance. His breathing picks up speed, panicked and confused as Sukuna wets his ass.

It doesn't occur to him at first why Sukuna would care about such a thing. He continues to writhe, fingers clenching and hips jerking with each stroke of the alpha's fat tongue.

And then it hits him — Sukuna has two cocks. The realization has his face paling, expression twisted with anxiety as he stills beneath the alpha.

"Not there," he gasps, mouth agape as that warm tongue continues prodding at his twitching ass. Simultaneously, aiming to distract Yuuji from his protests, Sukuna brings a hand down to toy with his cunt.

He wets his fingers with fresh slick and massages the nub of his clit, relishing in Yuuji's stuttered gasps and whimpers.

It's impossible to ignore the warm pleasure coursing through his body, heating his skin and encouraging the production of more slick. His cocklet bobs against his stomach as he squirms, a pitiful dribble of precum beading at the tip.

A sharp keen slips from his throat as two of Sukuna's thick fingers prod at his entrance, not giving him any warning before slipping inside his cunt. At the same time, Sukuna's tongue manages to bully its way past the tight ring of his ass.

The sensation is overwhelming, only adding to the shameful pleasure filling Yuuji's senses. His will to fight has significantly weakened, hindered by the intense pull of instincts plaguing his mind.

"Good boy," Sukuna coos, tone mocking as he pumps his fingers and moves his tongue. Yuuji writhes beneath him, struggling to catch his breath as the pace increases. His walls stretch around the girth of Sukuna's fingers, already nearing its limit.

"Ngh!" Yuuji grunts, biting his tongue as the alpha's pace grows relentless. Wet, slick sounds fill the throne room as Sukuna roughly fingers him, not giving a single moment of reprieve. Heated tension grows in Yuuji's abdomen, ready to snap.

Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut and groans as Sukuna's tongue stretches his hole, wriggling deeper till it brushes against a bundle of nerves that has his hips bucking. Electric pleasure shoots up his spine, urging another fresh wave of slick to slip out from around Sukuna's fingers.

"Wait!" Yuuji cries, fingers clenching from where they're pinned above his head. It's too much at once, worsening once Sukuna curls his fingers and strokes upwards. The pressure builds and builds until, all at once, it snaps.

A wail slips from his throat unbidden as his cunt spasms. His little cock jerks pathetically, releasing sterile cum all over his flushed stomach. The orgasm washes over him in steady, lapping waves, leaving his body tingling in the aftermath.

Tears slide down his cheeks as he comes down from his high, breath hitching softly. Shining amber eyes peer up at Sukuna, taking in the curse's satisfied smirk.

Yuuji flinches as Sukuna pulls his fingers and tongue free, leaving his holes gushing in their wake. He hopes, foolishly, that he might have a break — but he knows better.

Yuuji's body goes tense like a wound spring as something warm and hard brushes against his oversensitive clit. Recognizing the sensation, he instantly shakes his head and tries to jerk away, to no avail.

Sukuna laughs in his face as he rubs his cocks through the sopping mess of Yuuji's cunt to slick himself up. He doesn't bother wasting more time before guiding the heads towards each hole, adding pressure to the entrances.

"Stop," Yuuji's eyes bulge and he gasps, heart beating rapidly with panic beneath his ribs. "I can't — I can't take it!" The panic takes hold, but no matter how hard he jerks in Sukuna's grip, he can't get away.

Sukuna revels in it.

The curse hums as he listens to Yuuji's desperate pleas, but he doesn't stop. He continues pushing forward past the tight rings of muscle until, finally, the heads pop inside.

Even those are too big for Yuuji. He shrieks as the tips push inside, stretching him further than he's ever gone before. He shakes his head vehemently and bites on his lip, not even flinching as his teeth accidentally bite through the fragile skin. Blood dribbles down his chin, mixing and diluting with the tears already streaming down his face.

"You will take it," Sukuna says, his eyes shining with crazed hunger. The brat looks pathetic like this, sobbing and writhing beneath him — it's utterly delightful.

As another whimper slips from Yuuji's throat, Sukuna's patience thins. He was going to at least give the boy some time to adjust, but he doesn't care to anymore.

With a snarl ripping from his chest, Sukuna rams forward all at once. His balls smack wetly against the skin of Yuuji's ass as he buries himself inside, eliciting a deep, gravelly groan. Yuuji grips him tight, warm muscle spasming around the curse in a state of shock.

Yuuji wails. His mouth falls open and his eyes stare unseeing at the ceiling as blood, tears and drool dribble down his cheek and wet his throat. His breath has been punched out of his lungs, leaving him twitching and wheezing.

Sukuna is big, too big.

The pain is molten hot in his core, leading him to spasm around Sukuna's massive cocks. He can tell that he's torn, ever so slightly, as warm blood trickles out from around Sukuna's shafts.

The faint smell of fresh iron does nothing to stop the alpha, nor do Yuuji's cries of shock. Instead, it spurs him on. Sukuna begins moving before the omega can even adjust.

Yuuji yelps as Sukuna pulls out, his cocks rubbing against clenched walls of wet muscle. Yuuji can't even so much as catch his breath before the curse has slammed forward again.

"F-fuck!" Yuuji groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he clenches around Sukuna's girth. In that moment, beneath the waves of pleasure and pain rising in his body, Yuuji feels furious. With himself, and with the King of Curses.

His lips downturn and split into a grimace as Sukuna pulls out and fucks into him once more, pushing another keen from his chest. He wants to batter his fists against Sukuna's chest and tear that smug smirk off of his mangled face, but he can't — all he can do is take.

Sukuna's manic grin widens, taking notice of Yuuji's frustrated, angry expression. Despite everything, the brat is still trying to fight him and the painful pleasure coursing through his body. Sukuna, curious to see what will happen, releases Yuuji's wrists.

The effect is instantaneous.

Yuuji's eyes fly open, shining with firey rage. There's a low simmer of energy that suddenly swells and rises, reminiscent of earlier.

Yuuji, uncaring for their current predicament, takes the opportunity to swing a fist. He feels his energy swelling again and focuses on pouring the majority of it into his curled fingers. He aims right for the alpha's smug, infuriating face.

Sukuna lets him.

He doesn't bother pulling away or defending himself from the oncoming punch, his grin wide as he welcomes the omega's rage.

Yuuji shouts raspily and swings his fist up against Sukuna's jaw, channeling all of his energy into the hit. He doesn't expect it to do much, of course, but the outlet for his anger still eases some frustration.

Sukuna grunts and takes it, relishing in the burst of energy that impacts him a second after the initial hit. He's pleasantly surprised as his skin splits ever so slightly, allowing a drop of blood to spill free just below the sharp line of his jaw tattoo.

The lingering sensation of Yuuji's punch is addicting. His face tingles in the wake of it, harsh and pleasant all the same. It's a welcome feeling, especially after having spent so many decades without ever being hit.

Itadori Yuuji makes for quite the specimen.

Sukuna barks out a sharp laugh, his grin revealing his obscenely large canines. Yuuji lands a second hit on his shoulder, but it becomes clear that he has used up the reserves of his cursed energy — it's nothing more than a normal, harmless punch.

"Audacious brat," Sukuna drawls, allowing his scent to spike to show how pleased he is. To have an omega punch him — shed his blood — while he's buried deep inside their cunt is a new and very welcome change.

Yuuji, worn out from the use of his cursed energy, pants beneath Sukuna in exhaustion. He shifts in hopes of crawling away, only to wince once he feels Sukuna's cocks pulse inside of him.

With renewed excitement, Sukuna moves to pin the boy back down by his hip. He bucks his hips to continue pumping vigorously, enraptured as he watches Yuuji's face pinch and flush.

Lewd, wet slaps echo throughout his throne room as he fucks into the writhing body beneath him, a satisfied growl rumbling from his chest.

Yuuji's arms fall to his sides as Sukuna rails into him, each thrust nearly pushing them further away from the dais. Punched whines are fucked from his throat as the pain slowly ebbs and fades into the background, allowing heated pleasure to fill his veins.

It feels good, now.

He's so full — every pump makes Yuuji hyperaware of the curse's girth, leaving him spasming and clenching around the intrusions. Yuuji's hairpins jingle with each thrust, drowned out by the sound of whines and growls.

When the tips of Sukuna's cocks brush up against the bundles of nerves deep inside, his mouth gapes open in a silent scream. He can't even think before his hands fly up, grasping at the arms that hold his hips down.

He clings to Sukuna as the curse pounds into him, practically holding on for dear life as he's fucked into the floor.

Yuuji's mind grows hazy from it, overwhelmed by pleasure and the thick, heady scent of alpha. His anger from just moments ago feels almost distant now, tucked away into the recesses of his mind.

Hot tears burn his eyes as they well up, quickly spilling past his waterline to paint his flushed cheeks. He can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed by the messy squelching his cunt makes with each thrust, too overwhelmed to care.

A low, reedy whine bubbles up from his throat, coming straight from the depths of his hindbrain. Electric pleasure tingles up his spine, brought on by the fullness in his core.

It feels good. It feels good and Yuuji hates that it feels good, but he can't do anything to stop Sukuna or even himself, at this point.

Sukuna rumbles low in his chest, pleased by Yuuji's acquiescent whine.

Something dormant and feral within him craves more, clawing viciously to the forefront of his mind. It makes each bitten off whimper and whine warble with need, crying out for something that makes Yuuji's gut churn.

Knot, his brain sings, desperate for their coupling to succeed.

No alpha at the brothel is allowed to knot, regardless of how much they offer to pay — it's forbidden. The last thing a madam wants to deal with is a house full of pregnant, decommissioned courtesans and their crying pups. Yuuji, naturally, has never taken a knot before.

And yet, the apprehension he should be feeling is nowhere to be found. Instinctual, feral desires rise to the surface with no warning to wash away any fear or logic.

Sukuna's pace quickens and draws a keen from Yuuji's lips. The alpha's hips slam hard against him, surely hard enough to leave a bruise.

Sukuna grunts and moves to hold the backs of Yuuji's knees, pushing them forward till his legs are pressed tight to his chest. Yuuji's hamstrings scream in protest, and the position leaves him even more open — even more full.

Sukuna reaches deeper as he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt. He leans in to suckle at Yuuji's neck, greedily breathing in the omega's syrupy sweet scent.

Sukuna knows he's won when Yuuji lifts his chin and turns his head, baring his neck for the alpha. The silent, subtle sign of submission makes his cocks twitch and throb from inside his walls.

"You fought well," Sukuna grunts, slamming harder into the writhing omega below. Sharp canines nibble teasingly at Yuuji's swollen gland, relishing in the way he keens and clenches down.

Yuuji's hindbrain takes the reins, hijacking his mind. Unlike all of the fake moans and cries he's let out with other clients, this time his moans are real. They slide from his throat so sweetly, allowing him to relish in the warm, saccharine pleasure running through his veins.

A large, calloused hand moves down to grasp his abandoned shaft, and Yuuji shrieks. Sukuna only has to give it one pathetically small pump before he's spilling into the alpha's palm, dribbling sterile cum onto his skin. Yuuji's release is intense enough to have him tilting his neck even further back, eyes rolling.

Sukuna, amused by Yuuji's sensitivity, pulls his head away from his neck to bring his hand to his face. Yuuji watches through heavily lidded eyes as Sukuna licks the fresh mess clean, tasting Yuuji's release.

Yuuji is oversensitive and spasming as Sukuna continues, not bothering to give the omega a break. Sukuna removes his hands from his knees, moving to hook Yuuji's legs over his broad shoulders.

Yuuji swallows hard as Sukuna leans down, bracing himself on his elbows just above Yuuji's head. With one hand, he tilts Yuuji's hips up and holds him there till he's practically driving straight down.

The position is even deeper than before — it makes Yuuji's head swim and vision blur. Every drag of hot, hard flesh against his walls has him whimpering and clenching, his hands reaching out to grasp at Sukuna's arms once again.

The pace is relentless this time. Sukuna drives into him like a man starved, uncaring of the slick that splatters around him with each harsh thrust.

Yuuji keens with each plunge, already feeling that coil of pleasure build again. He's completely lost himself to it, sobbing as Sukuna continues pounding away.

Lust infects their scents, their sweating bodies raising the temperature of the room. Yuuji, having forgotten all about his fallen friends and the human remains that lay by Sukuna's throne, moans and cries as if he were in heat.

He babbles uselessly, mind honing in on one particular need. Yuuji claws at Sukuna's arms and bucks his hips, meeting Sukuna's thrusts.

"What was that, boy?" Sukuna's voice is gravely and low as he huffs into Yuuji's neck, suckling his swollen gland. Yuuji tries again, hoping his heavy tongue can actually form a word this time.

"Knot," he whines, nearly slurring over the word like a drunk man.

He can feel the way Sukuna chuckles into his neck, scent spiking with desire. "What an odd little thing you are…"

"Fine. I'll give you what you want, omega." Sukuna snarls from above him, tightening his hold on the boy's hips.

He uses his grip to pull Yuuji on and off of his shafts, using him like a cocksleeve. He meets each thrust with renewed fervor, his growls growing vicious.

Yuuji can feel his hairpins loosen and clink as they hit the ground, allowing his hair to slip free from its updo. It spills out beneath him, waving and shaking as Sukuna continues thrusting.

Yuuji's words fail him once again, slurring into a mess of whimpers and breathy gasps. His abdomen tightens with the renewed need for release, walls fluttering desperately as Sukuna slams into his prostate and cervix at the same time.

Sukuna's nips on Yuuji's neck turn into drawn out bites and licks, his chest rumbling. He presses his canines against Yuuji's gland, readying himself to bite.

Yuuji should be thrashing in his grip and shouting his protest, but he's too far gone — in fact, being this deeply entrenched in his instincts, he welcomes it.

Within a few more thrusts, Yuuji can feel the swell of something large and foreign inside his walls. It slips out with each pump, but as Sukuna continues fucking into him, it starts catching at his rims. Regardless, Sukuna still yanks it free just to push it back in.

The curse's knots swells rapidly, and even as he struggles to pull it free from the tight clutch of Yuuji's holes, he keeps going.

The pleasure overrides the pain as Sukuna yanks himself free one last time before pressing forward again, his knots forcing Yuuji to stretch wider than ever. He thinks, half lucidly, that he'll really break this time.

A sharp cry punches from his lungs as Sukuna slams them inside one last time, forcing Yuuji to accommodate their massive size.

The mix of pain and pleasure sends Yuuji spiraling, his back arching and his half-hard cocklet spurting a measly amount of cum. His cunt seizes around Sukuna's cocks, locking down around the shaft.

The head presses insistently against his cervix, just barely breaching the hole as molten seed spills inside. Sukuna spills inside his ass as well, both of his knots keeping Yuuji plugged full.

Just as he starts releasing, Sukuna's teeth press against Yuuji's neck. With a harsh clamp of his jaw, sharp canines dig deep into the brat's pulsing gland. Yuuji wails aloud, his orgasm coming back full force to crescendo once more.

The bond snaps quickly into place as the King of Curses places his mark, claiming the omega as his and his alone.

Sukuna groans as he releases Yuuji's neck and laps at the wound, hands pulling away from his hips to allow him to relax on his back.

All four crimson eyes watch as Yuuji comes down from his high, his body flushed and covered in a glowing sheen of sweat. Yuuji's golden, dilated eyes flicker up to meet Sukuna's, staring back at the alpha in a state of shocked satisfaction.

Neither care for the mess of slick and blood surrounding them as Sukuna shifts, placing his hands around Yuuji's back to pull him into his lap. The omega whines as his knots jostle inside, tugging at his rims.

Sukuna hushes him and holds him close, encouraging the boy — his mate — to wrap his arms and legs around him. He uses all four arms to hold Yuuji up, pressing the omega to his body as he rises to head for the door.

The world is a blur around Yuuji as he's lifted and held close, his body warm and satisfied. He clings to Sukuna like a child, panting and sweating into the alpha's neck.

As the swell of hormones washes away to leave his head clear, Yuuji's rational mind returns.

He swallows hard as he breaths in Sukuna's deeply pleased scent, slowly processing what just happened — what he's done.

The mark on his neck pulses and thrums, warming him from the inside out. Dread washes over him as reality hits.

And as Ryoumen Sukuna carries him off to his den with a pleased rumble vibrating against his bare skin, Yuuji knows there is, and never will be, an escape.