#Naoita#哉虎
CW: Branding, Marking, Painful Sex
A/N: Sprinkle a little bit of GoYuu here just for the heck of it~!!
Yuuji’s body is searing with pain, his flesh bubbling from the heat that’s been pressed against his skin, rebranding him. Marking his body to indicate that he had no ownership over his own body.
“P-please,” Yuuji pleads, shaking as the metal pressed against his chest. “N-no…!”
His entire body’s writhing, trying so desperately to find any means of escape but he can’t. He’s locked down and forced to take everything and anything sent his way.
The heat burns, it feels so itchy that Yuuji wants nothing more than to scratch his skin.
(He knows that there’s probably nothing but burnt flesh there).
Fushiguro’s cousin—Naoya, Yuuji remembers his name, is pinning his hands to the ground with unrelenting hand; he tosses the metal to side when he deems the brand good enough.
“There,” Naoya coos, grinning big. “Now, people will know you belong to me.”
Yuuji flinch when Naoya traces over the brand with his fingertips. It feels good, it’s cooling Yuuji’s burnt skin but he wants more. He needs Naoya to scratch him, to take the ache away.
More tears of pain and helplessness slip from Yuuji's eyes.
“Wow, you’re even prettier when you cry,” Naoya compliments.
The older man leans down to lick at his tears, and Yuuji has to squeeze his eyes shut to stop the older man from licking his eyeballs out.
“No, no, no—”
His pleads are cut short when Naoya kisses him, it’s all aggression and pain and this…this is nothing like his first kiss with Gojo-sensei.
Naoya’s teeth tear at his lips until they're bloody and raw; the sensation only adds onto Yuuji’s growing pain.
Naoya's hand roughly tugs at his pants.
Yuuji’s ears drum loudly, trying to comprehend the situation, he still can’t grasp onto anything just as Naoya slips out of his own pants. He opens his mouth, trying to say anything but all the words cling to his throat, refusing to spill.
“Such a shame our first time is here,” Naoya says.
But is it really a shame?
The older man looks delighted by the pace of everything. His smile doesn’t falter just as he forcefully wraps Yuuji’s legs around his hips; the tip of his cock nudging at his dry entrance.
Yuuji shakes his head, mouth opening and closing, his arms straining to fight against the restraints but to no avail.
“On the count of three—”
Naoya doesn’t even start counting before he fully enters Yuuji with one smooth thrust.
The pain makes Yuuji’s brain melt, too fuzzy and overwhelmed by everything.
He knows he screamed.
He knows because his throat hurts.
Naoya doesn’t stop, or maybe he did. Yuuji doesn’t know.
Yuuji blacks out just as Naoya starts to thrust; the pain subsides just in time for Yuuji to eagerly welcome the black tunnel; body locking and then relaxing all at once.
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#Sukuita#宿虎#sukuitaweek2021
CW: Fluff (?), Soulmate AU
A/N: Day 3 of Sukuita Week. I can't believe I'm actually on time for the third time in a row. Please enjoy this soulmate AU.
Itadori Yuuji has never been lonely.
He’s always got an array of friends, granted he isn’t always super close to them but they’re his friends anyways. Yuuji’s six years old when he stumbles on the topic of soulmates.
The first time he sees it is when he sees a scar on his grandfather’s arm, it looks like burn marks but vaguely Yuuji can make out several characters but he can’t read them.
Yuuji’s still learning how to read but he can make out the characters.
#GoYuu#五悠
CW: Slight Bondage, Kissing, Teaching
A/N: Hehehe, couch scene because there’s never enough~!!
Yuuji knows there’s something weird about this.
He can’t really pinpoint it but maybe he’s the weird one for thinking this is weird.
Gojo-sensei’s only doing his best to help him get stronger and this is nothing more than a training session.
There's nothing wrong with this but yet, Yuuji can't keep his eyes focused on anything but his sensei’s face (even though he knows he should be focusing on other things).