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Everyone was dead. Every single person he's ever loved, known and cared for had been slaughtered like lambs by the very man currently standing in front of him. 

The curse that once he was a vessel of, one that now had a form of his own, his old form. And one that spared him and only him out of everyone Yuji knew. For some weird fucking reason.

Yuji's eyes blinked up at his captor, from the edge of the window with the bars that he was sitting on, one barricaded so that he couldn't escape even if he tried.

“Still throwing a tantrum over food, brat?” The curse laughed, at his misery, reminding him of Uraume force-feeding him not even five minutes ago. He didn't want to eat, because he didn't even want to live anymore. Especially having been a witness to his friends all getting chopped and burnt up in flames.

He missed them. Missed Megumi's quiet yet assuring presence. Missed Nobara. Missed Gojo. God, did he miss Gojo.

So much. So, so much. From his playful, menacing jokes. To his comforting touches. To his beautiful eyes. To his comforting smiles.

“Just kill me.” He mumbled, unable to withstand the man's presence, his mere touch making Yuji's gut twist in hatred as he felt himself get sick enough to vomit. 

“Is this still about your sensei-dearest?” The curse had the gall to ask, making him glare.

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.” He barked, bit out, as he gripped his hands into fists, deciding that whatever Sukuna decided to punish him with, he'd take it, and much worse, to keep his mentor's honour. 

“Why do you even defend that pathetic man so hard, I wonder…” Sukuna hummed, in amusement, as one of his four hands gripped Yuji's chin, the other three pinning him in place.

Fuck, he hated how powerless he was right now, in front of the curse.

“Because he is a hero. ” The boy bit out, eyes angry, tired, exhausted.

“So, you like him because he's a hero to you?” Sukuna wondered, as his fingers tilted his head and made him stare into those blood red eyes.

“Let me tell you something, brat.” The tone of the curse's voice suddenly ran cold, as the bloody eyes sharpened. “He would have no problem cutting your pretty little head right off.” The rough fingers slid down Yuji's chin, to his throat, making a slicing motion.

“He proved as much, agreeing to your execution so easily.” 

He hated the fact that Sukuna played every single insecurity he had like a fiddle, every single thought he ever had during the time that he was Sukuna's vessel against him.

“Hell, he used you, if anything. He never gave a damn about you. He would've done it in a blink of an eye.” 

“If it meant the safety of others!” Yuji argued, as he tried to wiggle out of the firm grasp. 

“ Exactly. Whereas I would have no such compulsions.” The curse shrugged, as he leaned in, close enough for his disgusting breath to dust Yuji's face.

“I would burn the world to have you by my side.” 

And the words themselves made him pause. Why?

Why would the other say that? Why would he leave Yuji alive? Why the fuck could he not just end his misery? What did he plan on doing with him?

“Good guys aren't always good allies.” Sukuna said after a while, releasing him from his grasp. “Well, either way, he's dead. And you're in my hands now. So….think about what I've said for a bit.” With that, the man turned away, but… 

Before he could stop himself, he grasped the other's robe, getting him to pause.

“Why didn't you kill me?”

His voice was quiet, soft. 

Pleading even, as the man in front of him let out a chuckle. 

“Why? Because I've realized a while ago that you were the perfect item to keep as a souvenir.” The curse shrugged, as he turned back around and grabbed Yuji's hand. “I was inside of that empty head of yours for a while , brat.” Every word was spoken slowly, methodical, as the man stared down at him. 

“I know you better than you know yourself. And I know that you belong by my side, no matter how much you may disagree.” Sukuna's tone left no room for argument, which left Yuji more confused than before.

“By your side for what purpose? I am not exactly useful, am I?” He growled, as he pulled his hand back, or at least tried to.

“Are you useful, Itadori Yuji…I wonder…” 

What could the bastard mean by that?

“Useful or not, your purpose is different than what you might think.” The words made him blink, as his hand got released. “I did not imagine you as a powerful ally. Nor a useful tool. Your purpose is something entirely else.” What? What could possibly be his purpose, to Sukuna?

A jester for the king? A fool that has to juggle his emotions and fall down time and time again to entertain his majesty?

He let out a defeated sound, one that made the man smile, and decided not to indulge the sick freak any longer. 

“And you have only yourself to blame, for the way I view you.” The words stung, like a sharp stab to the gut, but he didn't give a reaction.

Because maybe…. maybe if he stopped being amusing to Sukuna, the curse would get bored of him. Forget about him. Kill him. Whatever was better than this .  

Better than being prisoner to the murderous being that resided within his mind and tormented him for as long as he came to know about the cruel creature. 

Better than being kept as a pet by the man, unable to leave the room he was assigned, forced to eat by the man's followers, forced to get bathed by them and forced to just… exist. He tried countless things, since he got into the situation.

First, he tried escaping. Through the window, which was why it was now boarded up. Then, during the weekly bath sessions. Which was why he got drugged during now, which is something he deeply regrets due to the fact that his memory from the sessions is woozy and the slimy bastards could do anything to him in such a state and he would have no recollections of it.

But once every attempt failed, and he realized that he was stuck there, he tried another way out. That one, he wasn't too proud of. But it happened after being forced to watch his friends corpses getting burnt on a pile after weeks of decay. 

As a punishment for his attempted escapes.

He tried to kill himself. 

Which proved more useless than anything, because as soon as he tried, he simply got tied up and had to give up even more bodily autonomy, including having Uraume take him to the bathroom, feed him, bathe him, shove water down his throat and be stuck to his side twenty four hours a day every day for a full month.

He knew not to try that again.

All in all, the thing that made things even worse was the fact that Sukuna didn't abuse him. Didn't even hurt him or treat him badly. 

He got a room, a bed, a personal bathroom, that no longer contained a mirror because of Yuji's suicidal tendencies and even mangas and some books that the man left there so that Yuji doesn't go fully insane. 

Yeah, he was stuck inside, but he wasn't a real prisoner .

He tried attacking Sukuna once, to piss him off enough for the power to kill him.

But Sukuna found that amusing too. He simply laughed as he pinned Yuji down, with just enough force to get the other to stop moving, not even leaving a bruise behind as he watched, intrigued by the sudden bravery.

Because to him, Yuji was nothing but a fly that he could grab by the wings, and watch squirm in fear. 

“Sleep tight, brat. A little birdie told me that recently you've been avoiding rest and if you think that you can just damage my property with reckless behaviour and useless rebellion, you're wrong.” His property? Was that what he considered Yuji, this fucking evil bastard?

“I'll send Uraume to drug you every night if I have to.” The threat made him swallow, as anger got quickly replaced by slight fear. He didn't doubt that. 

And he did not under any circumstance want that. 

So he simply bit into his lip and pushed his thigh as the doors finally slammed, laying down in the bed given to him with a tight expression.

Bastard. Fucking evil bastard. He hated him. So, so much.

And as he fell asleep, to be tormented by the sight of his friends asking him why he didn't save them, he couldn't help but curse the other in his head. 

It did nothing, of course, but it helped Yuji. Helped him cope with everything. 

And as he woke up, in cold sweat, screaming, kind of a ritual session from about a month ago, to Uraume sitting by the edge of the bed, a bowl of porridge in their hands, he couldn't help but growl. Was that all he was going to do until he died? Would Sukuna even let him die? Just how far could the curse go? How far would he go?

Would he keep Yuji alive for as long as he was? And if so, could Yuji take it? No. No, he wouldn't be able to take it. He would find a way to end this. End himself if needed. He had to. He had to. 

Before Sukuna's loyal servant could tell him to sit up and shove the spoon down his throat, Sukuna walked inside himself, which was unusual for him. He usually only visited Yuji once a week, just to torment him.

So him, dismissing his loyal follower and telling them to leave the room and that he'd take care of it today made Yuji's skin crawl. 

He hated it. Maybe he could grab the bowl and spill the hot substance all over Sukuna. Make him mad. Get him to give into his urges and beat the living fuck out of Yuji. Maybe even kill him. 

“Don't even think about it. I've been inside of that head of yours long enough to know what's going on.” The man laughed, Jones to God laughed as he sat down and grabbed the bowl, making Itadori avert his eyes. He didn't bother with a reply, as he opened his mouth, just to get it over with. 

“Wow. Unusually obedient today. I like it.” The curse laughed, as he swallowed the portion that he was given, one after the other.

“Cat got your tongue?” It was clear to him that Sukuna wanted him to talk. Which was why he didn't, just to spite the other. 

One of his four hands grasped Yuji's chin and made him stare into Sukuna's eyes as the other hand landed on his thigh, keeping the boy pinned in place.

“You humans celebrate days like these, so why don't we celebrate it, hm?” Days like these ? “What do you mean?” Yuji asked, despite his resolve, catching himself only after the words left his mouth. 

Fuck why did his lips work faster than his brain?

The man grinned at finally getting  a response, eyes as sly as a fox as he put the last few drops of porridge inside of Yuji's mouth with his third hand, the fourth one getting hair out of the boy's eyes, and putting it behind his ear. 

“What day indeed…twentieth of March, of course.”

His birthday. He grit his teeth, as he finally snapped and slapped the other's hands away, pulling his knees to his chest as he felt something inside of him break. 

Before he knew it, he turned into a sobbing, crying mess. 

And he could feel the eyes, all of the eyes, of the man who shared some of his features, the man, the curse, the devil incarnate, on him. Watching. Drinking in the sight. 

“You sick freak.” He heard his voice choke out. 

“Why am I such a sick freak, Itadori Yuji?” The curse chuckled, as a pair of his hands hugged the boy close, third and fourth one joining in, as Yuji began to punch his chest, trying to get away. “Have I done anything to you ? Have I put a single finger on you?” He didn't. But he killed everyone Yuji loved. 

He made him watch as their disgusting, decomposing corpses, burnt. 

“I'm clothing you, feeding you, keeping you alive and well. I give you entertainment, keep you sane, keep you safe. And yet I'm a sick freak?” The man hummed, as he continued to hold him, grasp firm but gentle, as he ran one of his hands through Yuji's hair, making the other slump into him, realizing that he was getting nowhere, deciding to just…stop even bothering with his attempt at getting away since it was useless either way.

The other grinned into his hair at that, making his stomach flip with disgust.

“You're being the evil one right now, aren't you?” The boy let out another sob at that, having enough of the other for all eternity, let alone a day.

“But tell you what, since it's your birthday and you've been… relatively good, want to go for a walk?” 

The words made his head snap back up so quick that he could feel his neck crack painfully. 

A walk? 

“Like…going outside?” He asked dumbly, getting a grin and a nod in turn, as Sukuna released him from his hold.

“Yes, but if you try something funny, you can say goodbye to that privilege forever .” The curse threatened, razor sharp teeth on display as he threw Yuji a cold, cruel smile, which made the boy shiver.

He still wiped his tears and nodded, getting up so fast that he almost blacked out and fell right back down due to the lack of motivation to get out of bed let alone do anything else.

Sukuna took hold of his body and helped him keep his balance, with a soft grin nestled onto his face as he led Yuji out of the room and into the hall. 

Every single one of Sukuna's followers bowed their head as soon as they passed them and every single one didn't dare even look at them, neither him nor Sukuna, with the only exception being Uraume, who bowed politely and went up to them both, putting a pair of geta in front of Yuji's feet, reminding him that he was barefoot. 

He put them on, and then continued his walk by Sukuna's side, with the other man's hands retrieving from Yuji's waist and letting him walk by himself. 

“Do you like gardens?” The man asked all of a sudden, as they got to the front doors, making Yuji stare at the other suspiciously. 

Did he? He supposed he did , in a way. 

He liked flowers, fresh air and green grass as far as the eye could see. He liked nature, and liked being inside in general. He liked the scent of roses, scent of cherry blossoms, the sound of birds and the feel of the sun showering him in its rays.

“Yeah. I do.” He said, after a bit of silence, making the other nod, as he opened the doors, and allowed him to go first.

Don't try anything funny. His brain whispered to him, making him nod to nobody in particular, the breeze outside making him hug himself, arms tightly pulled against himself, dressed in nothing but his flimsy t-shirt and his old torn pants, one of the few items of clothing he allowed Uraume to put on his body after the bath sessions. 

He would only wear his clothes and none of the robes the other person tried to force upon him, drugged or not.

“Uh….aren't you going to lead?” Yuji asked as he paused in place. Being outside was….overwhelming. 

Seeing the sun made his eyes burn. The fresh air made his lungs hurt. And the sounds made his ears ring. Even the sound of the grass rustling under the harsh March breeze made him flinch and hug himself tighter.

And the fact that he had no idea where to go, where he was allowed made him overwhelmed. Extremely so. 

But before he could break, a pair of hands went around his shoulder and waist, as Sukuna led him further into the outside world, towards a gate.

“Poor thing. Are you cold?” The curse asked, as his eyes stared down at Yuji, his towering height quite horrifying usually, now a bit comforting, to his terror, shielding him from the sun. 

He didn't respond, but his shivering was pretty much answer enough, for Sukuna to drape his robe over Yuji's shoulders, his freakishly warm and quite oversized clothing making Yuji's body a bit less twitchy.

“Better?” 

If he didn't answer would he get punished? Would he be brought back inside before he could even see the premise outside the gate? 

He nodded, just to be safe, even as his senses continued to get drowned in the new but familiar sensations.

“Good.” The man said as he opened the gate with one of his left hands, eyes blinking as they entered the area of the promised garden.

And it was….pretty.

The sun didn't shine quite as much, due to the big, overgrown cherry blossom trees. Just when did all of this come to be? Where was this even?

All he remembered before waking up was Sukuna killing Gojo, him seeing the body drop down next to his own, lifeless, unlike his own slightly hurt one, before he woke up inside of the room he now inhabited. 

Before he could ponder on their current location, the sight of a dog almost made him jump, as the animal sneaked up behind him. 

The cute little thing barked and wagged its tail as it jumped from him to Sukuna and he felt genuine horror as the poor animal pawed at the curse with an innocent happy wag, thinking that the curse might just obliterate it on the spot. 

But instead, Sukuna simply shook his head at the creature, before reaching down and…..

Petting it? Was he in an alternative reality?

“Such a fussy little thing.” Sukuna chuckled, as the dog jumped against the shell-shocked boy next, seeking his attention. “Are you just gonna leave her hanging?” The curse tilted his head, making Yuji's attention snap back to the puppy.

“Can I?” He asked dumbly, for some reason needing assurance that it was okay to touch the animal. 

The curse laughed before giving him a nod, making him kneel down and allow the animal to climb in his lap, its, no, her tongue licking all over his face as she barked happily.

He brushed his hands through the puppy's fur, light brown eyes lighting for the first time in months. 

“You're such a good girl!” He chuckled and laughed, as the dog happily nuzzled into him, and all of a sudden, he felt….okay. for a split second, he felt okay. Felt happy. At peace.

Before he saw Sukuna again, once he turned his head. The dread from before returned tenfold.

“Do you want to keep her?” Asked the curse, making the dread disappear and genuine curiosity and shock reappear. 

“Keep…her?” He asked, as if he couldn't comprehend the words at all. Keep her? Does he want to keep her? Take her into his room? Get to have a pet ? 

“Yeah. You can have her if you want. But she'll be your responsibility, brat. So I better not see any dog poop in your room!” The curse laughed, as if he were Yuji's goddamn parent. But still….the offer was tempting.

“Consider her my gift to you.” The curse smirked, as the boy scooped the dog into his hands and looked at her.

“But….I'd have to walk her.” He reminded, which made the curse hum.

“That can be arranged. If I'm not available to go with you on these walks, Uraume will take her.” Sukuna shrugged, as they continued to trail down the garden, with the dog still pressed tightly into Yuji's hold. Could he really do that? Keep the innocent being trapped with him inside of the curse's residence?

“Besides, it's still cold around here. That poor pup sure would appreciate having a warm place to stay, no?” The curse pulled on his heart strings, making him frown. That was also true. The weather was pretty cold and he had no idea what dangerous things roamed this cursed garden.

The dog was nothing but a puppy right now. And she seemed to have no family. So…she was all alone. Just like him.

Being inside was much better than being outside, all alone. Perhaps the two of them could find comfort in each other at the very least if nothing else?

Plus the puppy would help keep him sane. Yuji was sure of that. At least for a while.

“If.. if it's okay, then yeah. I'd like that.” The boy mumbled, as they walked down the path, his eyes grazing all sorts of growing flowers, as they circled the premises.

“I wouldn't have offered it if it wasn't. What are you going to name her, though?” The curse asked, as they headed back towards the gate, with the puppy falling asleep in Yuji's arms, apparently feeling safe in his gentle hold.

“I…Sakura.” The boy mumbled, knowing that he'd probably get teased because of the name but also finding it appropriate. 

“Like the trees you found her under. That's quite adorable.” Sukuna sighed, as he opened the gate for Yuji and her, letting them head back to the estate first. 

Her snout cuddled closer into Yuji's warmth, which made the boy smile and hug her closer, unaware of the pleased expression covering the curse's face behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, he was falling right at the palm of Sukuna's hands.

And as he walked back to his room, the joyful little snores of the dog in his arms making his anxiety lessen, Sukuna could almost laugh at how easy it was.

From then on, Sukuna kept true to his promise. Inside Yuji's room, a dog bed appeared all of a sudden. And two bowls, one with food, other with water. As well as some dog toys to keep the puppy busy. 

He also got to walk Sakura most of the time, when sukuna had nothing better to do than babysit them. 

Other times, Uraume took care of that. And whilst leaving Sakura in their care made Yuji anxious, she always returned happy and healthy, so he calmed down after the first ten walks. 

As the said puppy continued to sleep soundly on her little bed, and as he sat there on his own, happily watching her, the doors of his room opened and revealed Sukuna again. 

The other man didn't visit him for around three days now, which did make Yuji unnerved. But he was also grateful that he got a break from him, at least.

“Well, you two seem cosy.” The curse chuckled, as he sat down by Yuji's bed, the boy's dinner in one of his hands. 

“Can't go to bed hungry though. So be a good boy and open your mouth.” Sukuna grinned, toothily, and Yuji couldn't help but follow his command, a bit too contently.

The smell of the noodle soup made him eager to eat his dinner. 

And as he finished it, in record time, he couldn't help but also yawn. 

Lately, everything seemed to be going well. Too well. He almost forgot that he was under Sukuna's thumb. That he was basically being kept prisoner to the man.

But did that even matter at this point? 

“Sleepy?” The voice of the curse asked, as his head hit the man's shoulders. God he was tired. Mentally and physically. So, so tired.

And Sukuna was warm. Very warm. Warmer than a blanket. 

When was the last time he actually allowed himself to get hugged, he wondered, as two arms came around him, one of them running through his hair as the other held him gently.

As he felt his lids drop, and the hands around him begin to lay him down, he couldn't understand why, but he almost wished that they stayed locked around him. 

But he kept that disgusting revelation to himself, allowing the other to leave instead. 

And as the days passed, Sukuna's presence became something he almost craved. The curse was always civil. And unlike Uraume, spoke to him. Joked, teased and playfully bullied him even. This one time, the other even took a look at the manga that Uuji was reading.

And he felt disgusted by himself because of that fact. 

Guilt ate him alive, as his dreams got filled with his friends and found family, calling him a freak, a traitor, a bastard who should've died with them, but he tried his best to stay calm under it all. To not cause any unnecessary issues for himself. To keep his new found peace.

And he mostly managed to navigate everything, justify his own emotions, justify it all and chuck it up to loneliness, to human need for affection.

He tried his best not to allow himself too much contact with Sukuna, no matter how much he wanted to lean into his hugs and awkward touches that made him almost purr.

Until his bath-session came around. This time, instead of Uraume, came Sukuna, with two towels ready and a grin on his face.

“Uraume is busy, I'm afraid. You'll have to make do with me. No drugs this time since I trust you by my side.” The curse sighed, making Yuji's stomach crawl with bugs. No drugs? 

“Will…do you have to wash my hair? And scrub me?” The boy asked in embarrassment, humiliated by the possibility. Sukuna arched his brow, as he stared down at him.

“No? Uraume only does that because you're drugged during your time with them.” Sukuna answered, drawing a breath of relief out of him. “But if you want me to help, I won't deny you.” The man shrugged, which made him sick. 

“No thank you.” Yuji shivered, as he stood up, feeling his bones crack under the movement. He's been up much more than before and it was making him quite tired as of late.

But it was also a good thing. His strength was returning to him, and dare he say will to live.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart.” The pet name made all the food in his stomach twist and try to come back out, but he swallowed his vomit and instead nodded, as he followed the man to the hall, then down, to the huge bathtub that he was used to being tossed around in by Uraume.

Getting undressed felt far more awkward than ever before, as the two pairs of eyes followed his every movement from the edge of the bathroom. 

A chair sat there, by the tub, no doubt for the tall giant of a man to take seat once Yuji was in the tub himself.

And he dreaded that.

Sukuna's eyes were…..too focused on him. They burned holes everywhere they reached. They ate him alive, devoured each pale inch of skin shamelessly.  

They scanned down, and then back up, and he felt ashamed. Naked. Bare. Embarrassed.

Humiliated even. 

He didn't exactly know why the stare made him as uncomfortable as it did but Yuji could swear it made his skin itch in all the wrong ways.

Carefully, slowly, like a prey watched by its apex predator, the boy turned the warm water on first, wincing as it hit his fingers. Before he adjusted and added a bit of cold water too, eyes looking anywhere but at the approaching man.

So close. Too close. That body stood by his own far too closely for naked Yuji to feel anything but genuine fear.

But it didn't touch him. Instead, the curse took his chair a bit further and sat down, almost bored looking as his red eyes blinked.

Yuji was the weird one here, for his behaviour. Sukuna was simply keeping watch on him so that he didn't try to kill himself. Or escape.

But then again, Sukuna was the one who was keeping him trapped here and made him like this in the first place, he tried to remind himself.

It took a lot of effort for him to remember that little fact as of late.

As he got inside of the quarter-filled tub, he heard a gasp get out of his own mouth before he could cover it. 

It's been a while since he felt the hot water make his fingers prune up, but the warm, undoubtedly nice feeling of it soaking his body did make Yuji sigh pleasantly as he melted into the tub.

“Nice?” The curse asked, as his fingers trailed Yuji's hair, making the said boy shiver.

“Feels nice….” He admitted under his breath as he closed his eyes and buried his body deeper into the cleansing water, not at all in a rush to scrub his skin red and wash his hair until his fingers bled. 

The curse chuckled at his sleepy tone, grin widening as he watched on, unashamed to let his eyes wander everywhere. Everywhere.

Yuji felt….flustered by the eyes. By the warm water. By the gentle touch. It was messing with his head. Sukuna Ryoumen was messing with his head.

The fingers continued to comb through his head, even as he sat there in the, now, full tub, nose barely above the water, the scent of the gentle flowery shampoo that Uraume usually used to wash his hair lingering in the air.

“If you want some privacy…I'm willing to grant it to you.” The man behind him hummed, making him spare a curious glance up, through his hazy state, to try and figure out what the other meant.

“You always did enjoy doing it in the shower back then.” 

Realization lit up his face like a christmas tree, as he figured out what the other meant. Back when Yuji was nothing but Sukuna's vessel, he used to…

He…

He used to mainly… take care of himself in the shower. He didn't really think about the curse watching him during those times, nor did he consider it a possibility , but considering the words the other uttered it was clear to him that not only did the man watch him, but also had for long enough to notice his pattern of doing it in the shower.

He wanted to yelp. Scream. In embarrassment and humiliation. 

But all he could do was sit there, frozen in place and time.

“Unless you might want me to stay.” The curse chuckled, as his hands trailed down under Yuji's chin. “You never seemed to mind me staying during those times.” No…he, he didn't know. “Did you even notice the spike in cursed energy inside of you?” Of course not!

But instead of screaming, he simply swallowed, not exactly knowing where the other was going with this.

“You seemed too busy basking in your glow to notice, brat. And by your reaction, I'm right.” The curse grinned as a pair of his hands grasped his shoulders and began massaging them.

“I,” He began, trying to defend himself. 

“It's normal, kid. Really. So don't sweat it. I'm just saying…you've been through a lot lately,” Because of you , Yuji's brain supplied, but mouth decided against moving. “And relaxing a bit, well, it might help you.” Sukuna breathed out, his breath so, so warm against Yuji's already heated skin.

“Hell, I could even help if you want.” The suggestive tone underneath Sukuna's voice, it made Yuji tremble. With what he wanted to be disgust. But knew better. 

He was disgusted with himself at the fact that his brain actually considered the offer. 

“No. No, I don't,” He began, out of breath, chest seizing with each breath.

“It's fine if you don't want to. I can just leave.” The man shrugged, making him shake his head.

“No. No, I mean, you don't have to. I, I won't do that. ” Yuji breathed out, as he finally managed to relax a bit.

“Oh? Not in the mood?” The curse asked, as his hands continued to massage Yuji's shoulders, gently, keeping him from spiralling. 

“Of course not. I…I haven't, I won't. ” The boy grumbled, as he buried his face almost all the way down into the water.

“That's also okay. Don't drown out of embarrassment, brat.” The curse chuckled, before letting him go.

He felt too weak to finish his bathing session himself at that point. Too drained.

So, with a lot of embarrassment and a bit of shyness, he grabbed the shampoo and put it in front of Sukuna, eyes asking the question instead of his lips.

And the man didn't tease or pry, just take the shampoo in his own hands and wash his wet hair with it, grabbing the floating shower head from the tub and using it to thoroughly get his scalp clean

Yuji relaxed again, inside of the tub, and allowed his body to slump onto the edge, water splashing around with each and every movement.  

His skin was beginning to prune up rather annoyingly, and yet as he put his head down, to let the other work on the back of his head, he felt his lids drop, a few times, lips opening in a hum.

Soft touches like these…Yuji hadn't had the chance to experience them from people often. His grandfather used to wash his hair like this back when he was a child, but ever since he grew up…

No one really did something so trivial for him. Nor did anyone help him up gently, holding him as if he were fragile as he wobbly got out of the bath.

The way that the curse trailed his body with the fluffy white towel, dried him off and dried him up, made sure his hair was as dry as possible, before letting him sit down on the bed, as the man grabbed something Yuji didn't even see him bring, from somewhere in the corner of the room.

“I heard you dislike robes, from what Uraume has told me. But they claim you seem to love soft material, so I sent them out to grab a few items for you.” The curse grinned, eyes oddly warm as the man presented him fluffy, warm looking hoodies.

Holy jesus. They looked like a dream come true. 

And as the man slowly dragged the material over his head, and buried his skin underneath the soft, plush material, well, Yuji almost moaned. It was so, so comfortable. And so were the sweatpants that the other dragged up his legs.

“Mm, ‘s nice.” He yawned, as he felt sleep come to over take him. 

“Is it? I'm glad you like it. It had one of those little characters from your silly comics.” The man shrugged, as he pointed to the pikachu on the shirt, making Yuji let out a soft embarrassed chuckle. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, pushing himself further into the hoodie and laying down back against the bed, as he basked in the feeling of it.

“I do like my silly little characters from my silly little stories.” The boy grinned goofily, hand reaching for the curse's own, holding it in his sleepy, hazy form.

Making the other man's dark expression become even more entranced.

“How unfortunate, Itadori Yuji.” How unfortunate, indeed. That he fell deeper and deeper into the spider's web, buzzing his wings so uselessly, entangling them even further inside of the silky trap.

The little fly for from noticed, as he buzzed awake, brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, not quite remembering himself holding the other's hand in his own before he woke up, until he noticed the blanket on top of his body that Sukuna must've put there.

And the said man, with breakfast in hand, by his doors.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sukuna laughed, as Sakura jumped happily and almost knocked the curse over with all of her strength.

Which only made Sukuna chuckle even louder, as he ruffled her head and then put the plate on Yuji's bed, before giving the puppy her own treat, one that seemed to make her cute little mouth water.

“Now, let's feed your friend too, Sakura.” Yuji let out a yawn, as he brushed his hand through his hair and sat up slowly, bones cracking under the pressure of gravity. 

The bed dipped under Sukuna's weight, who sat right by his side, one of his hands grasping the bowl of raven that he brought for Yuji whilst another brushed the hair sticking out everywhere from his face.

“Morning.” He mumbled awkwardly, not knowing what else to say exactly. It was weird. Being like this with Sukuna was weird. 

It made him anxious, it drove him insane. The more kindness and hu manity he was shown the weirder the boy felt. And he didn't know why but that made him extremely uncomfortable.

But Sukuna didn't let him dwell on the thought. Instead, he fed Yuji a taste of the delicious breakfast, then another and then another.

Until the bowl was as empty as his head. 

And that's how the day passed. One after another. Uraume was an unusual sight at some point. At some point, Sukuna became both a friend, a foe, a caretaker, an enemy he must avoid and yet his only connection to the outside world. As time passed, he only got further and further squished into Sukuna's palm, becoming a little doll, marionette, without really thinking about it too hard.

His escape plans became a distant buzz in his head, a dangerous buzz that would make all the opportunities and privileges that Sukuna gave him disappear. 

Fear of drugging sessions for bath time, of not being allowed outside, of losing Sakura, they made him obedient. Made him think twice before trying to harm himself or get out. 

And Sukuna ….he wasn't harming Yuji. Not exactly. He was always teasing, for sure, sometimes almost bullying him, but Yuji couldn't honestly say that the man caused him any physical harm. Ever since he got kidnapped and put here. Ever since all of his friends got killed by Sukuna's hands. 

The warmth of his hand occasionally brushing through Yuji's hair, landing on Yuji's shoulder, it stopped making him as uncomfortable and became almost pleasant to the lonely boy.

The touch was good. It didn't hurt, it didn't harm. So what was the harm in finally letting himself enjoy it?

And that hand got braver with time. 

All four of them, really. 

At times, one would hold Yuji's while he slept, as the other brushed his face, the third one lingering somewhere across the blanket, as the fourth one sat across Sukuna's own body, somewhere across his lap.

It was…odd. But even though it was weird, even though he still felt guilty that he enjoyed the touch of the person who murdered his dear ones, tortured them, well, his subconsciousness pushed those feelings aside. 

And left Yuji vulnerable. Craving those touches, even.

The third time that he got brought by Sukuna to the bath area, something odd happened. Sukuna stepped out. To give him privacy. And left him to his own devices.

He knew what the other meant by giving him more privacy.

Of course, he didn't do anything. If anything, the peace and quiet he was presented with, the boy used to relax in the bath. To slowly wash his body, without eyes drinking the sight up. 

To gently brush his fingers through his own hair and then wash the shampoo off lazily. Then, after he was done, he grabbed a towel, wrapped one around his waist and put the other over his shoulders, before opening the doors and noticing that Sukuna …. wasn't there .

Panic hit him out of nowhere, for whatever reason.

He felt…lost. He felt as if he was left for dead. He felt like a dog waiting for his owner, frozen by the doors.

Yuji, through the panic, just stood there by the doors, awkwardly. Maybe Sukuna just had urgent business to take care of. Maybe the man had to go to the bathroom. Got hungry. Or…worse, got bored.

If Sukuna got bored of him, if Sukuna decided to discard him, what would Yuji do then? What could Yuji do, was the main question. 

Because Yuji was clearly not in his right mind by now. He didn't even know what to do with himself, left all alone by the bathroom, let alone what he would do, left alone in the middle of nowhere, left to fend for himself.

Just as his head got consumed by the dark, prodding questions of codependency, Sukuna came back.

With Sakura by his side.

“Pup got lonely and began scratching at the doors. What are you just standing there for? You could've just come back to your room y'know!” The curse laughed, as he released the dog from his hold, which made the sweet thing rush to Yuji and cuddle his leg happily. 

Relief instantly flooded through him like a river, washing away his worries and allowing his face to melt into a smile as he brushed his fingers through soft fur, the sight amusing to the older man.

“Sir. The dog is appointed for a walk right about now.” Uraume mumbled, scaring the living fuck out of Yuji with their ninja-like quietness. When the fuck did they get there? How much did they see ? 

Before he could wonder about that, Sukuna sent him a look.

Almost asking him if he wanted to walk Sakura.

But the boy simply shook his head, and approached the curse slowly, tiredly.

“Take her out on a walk, but avoid mud puddles because she really hates showers.” Sukuna ordered, as two of his arms went around Yuji's barely covered body, passing Sakura's leash over to his follower, not paying even a bit of attention to them as his eyes instead found Yuji's.

“Did you enjoy some alone time?” The curse teased, making him roll his eyes, and yet still cuddle into the curse's side. 

“I did. But not that kind of alone time.” Yuji mumbled, which drew a chuckle out of Sukuna, one that was deep and quite honestly good to hear. So Sukuna could sound genuine as well, when he laughed, huh…

Hearing Sukuna give out any sound that was happy, or not laced with malice was always good. It reminded Yuji that the other was once, long before, human. That he was still somewhat human. And he needed that, to stay sane. Needed genuine friendly banter. Needed jokes and needed random conversations about the dumbest of things.

“Well, that kind of alone time is always better in two anyways.” The curse shrugged, as his hand dipped a bit lower, and before Yuji could yelp in embarrassment or anger, well, the man pulled up his towel, which was slipping down his hips, making Yuji's face light up like a Christmas tree.

“Can you…stay a bit more with me today?” Yuji asked, as they approached his room, making the curse grin.

“Of course. Are you that bored that my company is actually wanted?” The curse teased good heartedly, as he opened the doors and allowed Yuji to go in first.

Yuji nodded, absentmindedly, as he grabbed some clothes that seemed most comfortable to laze around in, not even minding the eyes that drank up the sight of his bare body from where the man was leaning across the doors.

He grew numb to them, really. Plus, Sukuna wasn't doing anything to him. Just watching him. 

So what was that wrong about it either way?

His first choice of clothing after each bath became the fluffy, soft hoodies that were a few sizes too big. They made him feel warm and comfortable. Paired with some random sweats, or even just underwear, they made for the perfect clothes to wear throughout the day.

And as soon as he got dressed, he felt hands come around him and hug him from the back, an action that made him stunned in place. 

“Su…kuna?” He mumbled, uttered, daring to break the silence, the…moment? Whatever the hell this was.

“Just a bit more, yeah? You smell nice.” The man behind him said, proximity making the hair on the back of Yuji's neck stand up and proud.

Just…a bit more. 

Sukuna's warm, towering form pressing up from behind him made him flush several shades of red as he stood in place, first hug since the moment he came back from the dead, first hug since Sukuna hugged him last time, on his birthday, his brain reminded, making his body almost catatonic as he allowed the affectionate action to continue, relaxing further into it.

It was…warm. He felt so warm. 

As those four arms wrapped sound him further, and nose buried itself at the crook of his neck, his knees buckled and his legs gave out.

He was leaning all of his weight on the other man. And yet Sukuna had no issues with it. If the smirk that Yuji could feel form against his skin was anything to go off of, the action the curse pleased , if anything.

At that moment, he did something stupid. Dumb. Something he could not rationalise. 

He fell a bit forward, towards the bed, and pulled the curse with him.

He held onto sukuna's hands tightly as he fell forward with all of his strength, almost getting squashed like a bug underneath the surprised man, with the other's full weight pressed against his back for a mere second.

Before the curse helped him turn to the side and breathe, but did not release him otherwise.

There he was. There Yuji was, in a bed of his prison, with his warden, the curse that murdered his loved ones, cuddling. 

And enjoying it. 

There must've been something wrong with him. A lot of things wrong with him, if he was being honest.

But Yuji couldn't bring himself to care. Not when the hands around him pulled him closer. Not when Sukuna's lips kissed the back of his neck, a gentle, almost love filled action making Yuji shudder.

He turned around, after a while, eyes unfocused, glazed. 

He turned around and stared up at Sukuna's calm face. The eyes, the once terrifying true form of the king, now nothing that he wasn't used to.

He stared and stared, until it became too much. 

After it did, Yuji pushed his face into the other's chest and returned the hug, wrapping his arms around the man and breathing in.

Sukuna smelled like incense. He smelled of pinecone, of spices and oak, of everything forestry mixed between. 

There were no words, as they laid there, both enjoying the proximity. No words as Sukuna freely trailed his fingers up his ribs then down to his hip bone.

No words, before Yuji dared to break the silence again.

“What do you want from me?” The boy asked, small, quiet, feeling as fragile as an autumn leaf.

“Everything.” The curse breathed out, honestly, and that honesty, the truthfulness of his tone, it was the drop that overfilled Yuji's glass.

It made the boy's brain stop working. It made his body slump and still. It made his eyes close and hands tighten around Sukuna.

Everything. 

“Why don't you…take it?” Yuji couldn't help but ask, feeling a dark, omnibus energy surround them at the suggestion.

“Because…I want you to give it all to me. When the time comes.” 

He wanted Yuji. But he wanted Yuji to give himself up to him.

The mere thought of that made Yuji's stomach crawl with bugs. Millions of centipedes ripped his guts apart, crawled out, made him bleed internally as they gnawed and munched on his insides, and he couldn't possibly respond. 

He could only sigh in defeat and lay inside of the man's arms, allow them to caress him, hold the broken form of him, hold it together, carefully tape it with mindless caresses, and before he even knew it, the sun went down.

From that moment on, routine changed.

Instead of being forced to only exist inside of the small room, he got to explore Sukuna's entire mansion.

Sukuna encouraged him to, even. 

The man said, the morning he woke up, that he was allowed wherever he wished. So as long as he was as good as he was previous to the moment.

He even got a device, a mobile one, to text and message Sukuna about his location and to respond to Sukuna when the other messaged him. 

And with his new privileges…he didn't do anything. Because it felt overwhelming. He liked his room. He enjoyed the small space and the view of its window.

He didn't need more.

But then Sukuna messaged him, asking him if he could come over to the garden. 

The garden was outside. He had to go outside, all by himself.

And that was terrifying. But he still did as requested, all by himself, in the quiet evening, eyes lingering on the moon, as soon as he was out of the mansion. 

The moon was red. Bloody and unholy. It was…beautiful.

The clouds, the stars, all seemed to be cowering in fear because of it. It made the moon seem like the god amongst the other bodies of light, it made it reign supreme on the night sky, made it shine as bright as the sun itself, just more beautiful, paler, sinister.

And as he walked towards the garden, he could feel every hair on his nod stand up. Why was he requested here, he wondered?

Countless possibilities and ideas popped up inside of his head, but he dismissed each one, and as soon as his eyes landed upon Sukuna, he decided to push them aside.

Going to the source of his dilemma, he felt each step become more and more uncertain, slower and slower. 

“Come, I won't bite.” The curse smiled, hand reached out, face relaxed, calmed, beautiful under the moon's soft glow.

“Unless you want me to.” Sukuna's suggestive tone added, as soon as he grasped the other's hands, before his body got pulled into the other, larger one.

Yuji let out a nervous chuckle, at the joke [?] and allowed his body to be brought closer, as the man walked them through the garden.

He wondered, what exactly was Sukuna's goal here? What supposed purpose did he have for Yuji?

Why was je treating him so….kindly? So gently? 

He wondered.

But got no answers as they headed down the path, further into the garden than before. 

“I know how much you seemed to enjoy the fireworks from before.” Mentions of times during him being nothing but Sukuna's vessel made him flinch. “So, I wanted to do something special for you to reward you for good behaviour, brat.” The curse grumbled under his breath, just as the first sound of the said hit his ears.

And the sight of the glorious colors, the gorgeous shapes, across the dark sky, made Yuji pause and freeze. 

In both time and place. 

His wide, shocked eyes went between the skies and Sukuna's own blood red ones, that were mostly staring at him instead of the show, somewhat glazed by what one could only describe as infatuation.

And he couldn't help it. Couldn't help but lean a bit closer, unconsciously. Bit by bit. Until he realized what he was doing, and at the last second, pushed his face into the other's chest instead. 

God what was he doing? What was he supposed to do?

The sound of the fireworks made him look up at the sky again, eyes filled with tears, for no reason in particular. Everything that happened thus far, Sukuna's behaviour, it all made Yuji feel insane.

But he couldn't let his brain dwell on that. If he did, he would do something stupid. 

“I'm so tired of everything.” The boy said, under his breath, hand finding Sukuna's own, squeezing it tight, to remind himself that he was alive.

“I'm tired, I'm confused and I'm lost. Can you make it go away?” Itadori let out, looking up at the curse, eyes emptier than ever, head suffocated by thoughts he hated.

“I can. Do you actually want me to, though?” The man asked back, his fingers grasping Yuji's chin, thumb grazing over the boy's bottom lip, other hands pulling him in, like a spider would its prey.

And for the night, the prey came to ask for help. Went to the spider's web willingly.

Lingered in the garden, under the bloody moon, the fireworks, in the dead of night in place, unwilling to move away even as the spider's chelicerae approached his face.

And even when their lips crashed in a frenzy of the spider's hunger, the prey stayed still, frozen in place by the spider's poison long before the spider even made his attack.

The little fly got tossed on the ground, as its predator climbed on top of it, and Yuji's body shuddered, under the harsh breeze that snuck by, hand clutching Sukuna's robe as hard as it could, as the other went to the man's back, drawing in his own mark into the hunter's skin.

“Careful. You do not want me riled up, brat.” The man on top of him growled, bit out, barked, hot and heavy over his face.

Maybe he did, Yuji thought selfishly. Maybe he did want Sukuna to lose his composure and hurt him. Destroy him. 

Utterly break him and then build him up into his personal marionette, one that didn't have to think, move, nor talk on its own.

One that could be twisted and contorted to its master's needs. 

But he didn't dare utter it outloud. 

Instead, he bit his tongue and pulled the other in, begging, pleading for the other to make his brain shut up.

And Sukuna did. The strong pair of hands, both pairs, grasped his body and pulled him up and into the beast's hold, as the curse kissed him, fed him poison sweeter than the nectar of gods, all whilst walking back into his mansion from the garden, the entirety of his Palace mapped up in his head as they went through sets of doors upon sets of doors, unsuspecting yet somewhat knowing eyes of Sukuna's followers daring to steal glances upon glances at the scene before putting their eyes back onto the floor and bowing to their master, afraid of what might happen if they continue to watch. 

Instead of his eyes seeing the ceiling of his own room, they came in contact with the blood red curtains around what he supposed was Sukuna's luxurious bed, and the white ceiling above, as the man pulled back just enough to let him breathe, before diving right back in to feed upon his sacrifice.

And Yuji almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of Sukuna's tongue devouring him.

As he came to, he did so naked, bare, with very much the same Sukuna atop him. Fear, excitement, lust, shame, humiliation and utter defeat hit him like a ton of bricks as he laid there, twitching.

But before he could think too much about it, the tongue on Sukuna's stomach licked across his navel and down, making him glance to the spot.

All thoughts stopped at that moment. 

Two.

Sukuna Ryoumen had not one, but two huge dicks. And just the thought of that made Yuji pause and rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing double.

“Scared?” The curse teased, making the boy glare up at him.

“Don't worry. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be used to it. Happy to have them in you, even.” In. So Sukuna planned to put both of them in. 

Jesus christ. Could he die of this? If so, wouldn't that be the funniest death ever?

“Now, let's get to it, brat. You made me wait long enough.” Was all the warning he got, before the curse bent his legs up to his chest and made him hold them there, the tongue on his stomach entering Yuji's insides before he could even blink and making him almost scream.

Christ. Christ that was so weird. That felt so, so weird.

Seeing the man grin and lick his lips was even weirder, as he felt the tongue inside of him more and fuck him open, fingers entering almost immediately after. 

How did he not feel any pain or discomfort other than a slight ping of uncomfortableness was beyond the boy. But he counted his blessings and closed his eyes, in exhaustion. This was good. Amazing even.

No thoughts could plague his rotten brain as his body got mangled, disembodied and rebuilt by both the tongue moving inside of him, fingers and hands grasping him.

“How does it feel? Talk to me or I'll stop.” The curse grumbled, clearly craving Yuji's voice, Yuji's pained, pleasured and desperate sounds, his body, mind and soul.

What do you want from me?

Everything.

He wanted everything. He wasn't lying about that, the boy realized.

“Weird. But not bad.” Yuji answered, as his hands gripped Sukuna closer.

And melted as that tongue swept inside again, and another finger joined the mess of saliva inside of him.

“ Sukuna. ” He whined, high and needy, high and fucking desperate.

“Yeah, that's my name, Yuji.” The curse chuckled, as he pulled the tongue out and allowed his third finger to slip in, breaking something indirect of Yuji as the fingers brushed a certain spot inside of him. 

“What!” The boy screamed, cried out, tears streaming down his face, his hands covering his face as soon as the man ground that spot again with his fingertips, and fell apart.

“Let your goddamn voice out, Itadori.” Sukuna growled, thrusting in a fourth finger, expanding the hole within him above its limits, crawling deep inside of his body and making space for himself.

And he did as told. Ordered.

He let out a sob, and fell powerless to the fingers inside of him, moving, stretching, fucking him raw.

And as the fifth entered, he broke apart. Lost it. Any sense of purpose besides being a doll became a distant buzz inside of his head. Any sense of intelligence was lost, as he let out moans and groans of pained pleasure, feeling the other grin against his heated skin.

“You can take it, brat. You swallowed far more of my fingers.” Sukuna laughed breathlessly, clearly forcing himself to prep Yuji as carefully as possible, even at the cost of his own comfortability.

But Yuji was grateful for that. Because those two…..were quite large. 

“I, I,” He tried but he couldn't get anything cohesive out, as he felt the man pull and push against his spots. 

“Mhm. That is indeed a letter of the alphabet. But my name sounds much better on your lips.” And that made him whine, as his back twisted. 

Then, the fingers left. Left him empty and disgusted. 

But the emptiness, the ache of it all, didn't last long.

Because soon, one head pushed inside and then even the other. 

And shit. As both of those long, thick girth pushed inside, the pain of it all overwhelmed everything. Even the pleasure.

But in a way, the pain felt even better than the pleasure. Sukuna hurting him made him feel almost…gleeful.

Made him feel like this was okay, as long as he felt pain too, not just pleasure.

And as he got torn apart, he melted into the silk sheets, grasping anywhere his hands could reach. 

Sukuna's back, the pillowcase, Sukuna's waist, every inch of every surface was scratched, marked with deep red that matched both the flush on Yuji's face and Sukuna's eyes. 

And the man on top of him, he looked like he was in total, utter bliss.

The sight was….something. all his eyes, shut tightly. Teeth digging into his bottom lip, so deep that it began bleeding. Lust, overwhelming, unfiltered sexual desire and gratification, everything was suffocating Yuji. 

And as hips hit his behind, with both pulsing members deep inside of his guts, ripping his insides like thin white paper sheets.

“Sukuna. Say it. C'mon baby, say it.” The man growled, putting his forehead against Itadori's collarbone, bare, shaking, shaking and trembling for him, because of him, and just that knowledge made Yuji feel weak .

Weak and yet so strong. The fact that he had so much power over the strongest, most powerful being he had ever seen, it made him feel everything at once. That and the feeling of the two clocks buried to the hilt inside of him made him break. 

He pulled the other close and ground back against the drill man, hoping, praying that the other would just take the hint and shatter him. Use him. Make him forget.

And Sukuna did. Right away. Two arms grabbed his hips, other two pinned his legs and before he even knew it, be was getting bent like a pretzel, shaky whines, whimpers and needy moans of both pain and pleasure the only sounds he could make as he got railed against the sheets, pinned into them.

It was hard to think. Hard to even breathe . Let alone talk.

So he didn't. He didn't do any of those. White and black spots danced in front of his vision due to the lack of oxygen, and the genuine tear inside of him due to the big stretch and his lack of experience in the area. 

But he paid it no mind, because he couldn't. He focused on the sweet release of finally getting hurt.

He was focused on the bittersweet pleasure that rocked his world yet made him feel like utter shit.

And he was focused on how the other fucked him like he needed it to survive.  

Sukuna's entire face was twisted in pleasure, his eyes drinking up the sight of Yuji as if he were nothing but eye candy, cocks fucked in and out of his joke with vigor and desperation, wet noises filling the room as he felt his hole get coated in precum, copious amounts of it.

And as he continued to get pounded into, he could feel his hands lose their strength, due to the constant stimulation.

And as one of sukuna's hands grabbed his dick, it got too much. 

“Wanted to do this to you for so long. Wanted to do this to you even in my domain.” The curse growled, seeing the beat below him half conscious, pained, bruised, battered, yet still weakly pushing back into each thrust.

“Wanted to fuck you up do bad.” He breathed out  “Mess you up until I engraved myself so deep inside of you that even that bastard six eyes could no longer fucking amuse you.” He could feel Yuji tighten at the mere mention of that bastard. “Now that he's gone I have you all to myself, don't I?” He bit out, before the brat could think of that pathetic excuse of a man. 

“Say it. Say it, Yuji. Say that you're mine now.” Sukuna ordered, and he would. He would if he could because who else did Yuji belong to, anyways? Himself? Not really. He was now nothing but Sukuna's little doll, to manipulate and use until he got bored of it. 

“My little plaything. Mine. Body, fucking, everything. Give me your love, hatred, lust  fuck, I want it all. ” The man bit out, as he fucked Yuji so roughly that the bed rocked and hit the wall with each thrust. 

So hard, that his world spun.

“Yours.” He whispered, hoarsley, weakly, as he felt himself slip under a thick blanket of both exhaustion and utter bliss.

Yuji came, and blacked out immediately afterwards, which only made the man atop him spit out a curse and fuck into him frantically faster, hysterically chasing his own release, before cumming deep inside of the blinding warmth, and shaking with his orgasm, gripping Yuji as close as possible, filling him up to the brim, cum spilling around the two length inside of the boy and making Sukuna's eyes drink up the sight, as he basked in the afterglow.

After the fact, the spider wrapped his little fly into his web, hugged him close, and fell asleep, content with the ownership over the little thing, every single thing that he did was worth the fact that he turned the boy into his willing prey.