#SukuIta, twincest, implied noncon
Sukuna likes jerking off in front of the mirror.
He likes the flush that spreads on his body from exertion, the sweat rolling on his forehead, and the ripple of his muscles as he moves.
He looks good.
Sukuna likes jerking off in front of the mirror.
He likes the flush that spreads on his body from exertion, the sweat rolling on his forehead, and the ripple of his muscles as he moves.
He looks good.
He thinks it's just a narcissist thing. Some type of a kink, maybe.
Until he starts imagining his twin, Yuuji, in front of the mirror with blissed out expression. They essentially have the same face, although Sukuna has bulkier body.
It starts with curiosity.
Until he starts imagining his twin, Yuuji, in front of the mirror with blissed out expression. They essentially have the same face, although Sukuna has bulkier body.
It starts with curiosity.
Does Yuuji look like this too when he pleasures himself? Does his mouth hang open, exhaling heavily while he bites his lip to muffle the sounds?
Does his cock resemble his — pink, veiny, and curved at the top?
Does his cock resemble his — pink, veiny, and curved at the top?
It's a problem when his questions don't stop, following him even during classes, movies, and meals.
It's a crisis when he sees Yuuji after training, sweating and panting, and Sukuna runs to his room, staring at his boner in horror.
It's a crisis when he sees Yuuji after training, sweating and panting, and Sukuna runs to his room, staring at his boner in horror.
It's a disaster when he jerks off, his thoughts wandering on how Yuuji would feel like, and how pliant he'd be.
How pretty would Yuuji look when he's underneath him, taking his cock and sobbing?
How pretty would Yuuji look when he's underneath him, taking his cock and sobbing?
He knows it's the path to ruination, when he enters Yuuji's room in the middle of the night, and locks the door.
Yuuji is so sweet, the most breathtaking thing, sleeping blissfully on his bed.
Yuuji is so sweet, the most breathtaking thing, sleeping blissfully on his bed.
Yuuji looks so much like him, and Sukuna has always been fascinated with himself.
It's at that point that he realizes — he has always wanted Yuuji, the moment his twin clung to him when they were five, sniffling because of a nightmare.
It's at that point that he realizes — he has always wanted Yuuji, the moment his twin clung to him when they were five, sniffling because of a nightmare.
The mirrors, the constant desire to touch himself... they're all excuses, aren't they?
Because at his core, in the recesses of his mind, lies his sickest, most abominable ache: he wants to ruin his brother.
Sukuna knows what he needs to do.
Because at his core, in the recesses of his mind, lies his sickest, most abominable ache: he wants to ruin his brother.
Sukuna knows what he needs to do.
When Yuuji wakes up and looks at him in terror, tries to push him even as he pins Yuuji's arms on the bed, and grinds his cock on Yuuji's hip, Sukuna knows there is no going back.
So he might as well go all out.
So he might as well go all out.
Sukuna is wrong, in so many ways.
Where he is filled with hard muscles and stiff shoulders, Yuuji is soft, skin and flesh and everything he has ever wanted. Instead of ink, he is a smooth canvas, lacking of marks.
Where he is filled with hard muscles and stiff shoulders, Yuuji is soft, skin and flesh and everything he has ever wanted. Instead of ink, he is a smooth canvas, lacking of marks.
When Sukuna eases a finger, there is no stopping the groan that leaves his lips. He observes as Yuuji shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as tears cascade down his cheeks.
Sukuna almost falters when Yuuji cries his name. He never could resist when Yuuji uses 'Suku-nii'.
Sukuna almost falters when Yuuji cries his name. He never could resist when Yuuji uses 'Suku-nii'.
He maps out every crease and line on Yuuji's body with his tongue,memorizes the taste of his sweat and tears, and drinks in the cries and moans.
Sukuna thrives, in every sense, when the fight finally leaves Yuuji. His brother is pliant, as he had imagined, taking him obediently.
Sukuna thrives, in every sense, when the fight finally leaves Yuuji. His brother is pliant, as he had imagined, taking him obediently.
Nothing could have prepared him for the warmth that envelops his cock when he finally bottoms out.
It doesn't compare to the people he has been with before. Maybe it's because it's Yuuji.
It's sweet. It's disgusting. It's perfect.
It doesn't compare to the people he has been with before. Maybe it's because it's Yuuji.
It's sweet. It's disgusting. It's perfect.
The aftermath is easy.
When Yuuji is filled with his cum, Sukuna cleans him and gathers him in his arms. He revels in the tremble, the fear, and kisses the whimpers.
He watches as Yuuji falls asleep, and Sukuna's lullaby of 'I love you, Yuuji' is the last thing he hears.
When Yuuji is filled with his cum, Sukuna cleans him and gathers him in his arms. He revels in the tremble, the fear, and kisses the whimpers.
He watches as Yuuji falls asleep, and Sukuna's lullaby of 'I love you, Yuuji' is the last thing he hears.
Later, Yuuji would wake up and Sukuna will let him shove him out of the room.
Later, Yuuji would ignore him, and they won't talk for days.
And later, much, much later, Yuuji would knock on his door, devastation and hunger in his eyes, and Sukuna will let him in.
- end
Later, Yuuji would ignore him, and they won't talk for days.
And later, much, much later, Yuuji would knock on his door, devastation and hunger in his eyes, and Sukuna will let him in.
- end
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