#sukuita modern au: sukuna owns the largest and most prominent casino in tokyo and yuuji, his most prized croupier. sukuna can always be found sitting at one of the tables yuuji is in charge of ⎯⎯⎯milking reckless gamblers' pockets while having the best view of his ...
precious doll. it's a double-win.
yuuji is a great asset to his business. he's quick in mental arithmetics (very surprising, for such a dense fool), great communication skills, dextrous fingers, and he's physically pleasing to the eye. he attracts customers, his table never ...
empty.
sure, the boy gets a ridiculous amount of lecherous stares and inappropriate remarks poorly disguised as suggestive flirting (swears on his fucking cock this man next to him breathed like he ran a whole marathon this one time when yuuji just gave him a smile).
but ...
all's well, because his little minx brings in the cash, and he gets to sheath his dick into that tight heat after yuuji's shifts end, or when it's closing time. squint and a patron might just spot darkened stains on the smooth greens of blackjack tables.
there are times ...
yuuji would be a troublemaker ⎯⎯⎯purposefully sliding sukuna all the shit cards and letting particularly handsy customers win. a fucking tease, it's what yuuji is. he's beginning to think the boy likes to see him get mad; thinks he just likes to be thrown around ...
like some rag doll. fucking whore. but it's alright, because yuuji takes the punishment like the good mutt he is, ever so obedient and malleable. sukuna absolutely loves that aspect of him.
and if he's ever in a foul mood, yuuji is always present with sweet words, soft ...
touches, and that fucking ass. god, the things he'd do to him.
of course, having yuuji doesn't mean he'll extinguish that habit of his of knocking teeth far back down throats. it's a favourite pastime, if anything ⎯⎯⎯pick a gambler that gets on his nerves even by ...
breathing, and they're immediately lured out the casino with the fabricated promise of riches. maybe they would get rich one day, if they place bloody teeth under pillows and hope for the toothfairy to come swap them out for eroding pennies.
life's good. he's fat on cash ...
and even fatter on yuuji's libido.
⎯⎯oruka.
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#sukuita: where sukuna pulls yuuji down into his domain that night after his little gift to his favourite vessel.
sukuna is perched atop his throne, as usual. legs are crossed at the knees, cheek against loosely-curled fist.
the smirk sukuna wears makes yuuji fantasize about sinking blunted fingernails into the sides of a supple neck and crushing the windpipe. the thought sends a thrill of carnal excitement down his spine.
"the new addition to your face is splendid. really brings out the hideousness in you," the king purrs, incisors glinting under the domain's insidious red hue.
yuuji sends him his own grin of teeth.
"you'll look good with scars too, fucking bastard."
#sukuita, modern au: in which yuuji, a hairdresser in training, is under the apprenticeship of sukuna.
yuuji is great for the job, both personality and skill-wise. he's bubbly, and he makes customers feel at ease whenever he's in charge of them.
with hair as pink as cotton candy and a smile that induces cavities, yuuji is the star of sukuna's salon.
though, he can be a little shit too, at times. sukuna is pretty sure it's on purpose, the way how yuuji gets on his nerves; but the boy begs to differ.
he is simply minding his business, and sukuna, somehow, just decided that yuuji is a great target to pick on.
yuuji's skills with shears is not something to be made fun of. every snip is precise, and the results are always more than satisfactory.
#sukuita: blood trails down yuuji's nostrils, past split lips, and drips off his chin. he's a battered thing ⎯⎯⎯porcelain skin blooming with fresh purples and reds. pretty colours that suits yuuji, really brings out his whole aesthetic.
sukuna circles the bound boy, strapped against bovine-skull-stacked-throne. the confines are drenched in king's cursed energy ⎯⎯⎯peaches can't even imagine the sweet relief of freedom.
tiger's got a scowl on bruised face. his glare reflects a whole hailstorm,
and sukuna always finds pleasure in unhinged viciousness. makes his cock twitch in interest. there is just something euphoric about the idea of having so much hatred towards him. maybe it's the energy he so hungrily leeches off, or maybe it's the fact that such sentiment
#sukuita, modern au: yuuji had lost track of time, unsure whether the sky's colour outside is a pleasant blue, a warm vermillion, or just dark and heavy ink.
"c'mon, brat. i know you're better than this," the tattooed man coos, condescending.
yuuji doesn't remember how he had ended up in his current situation ⎯⎯⎯bent over sukuna's work desk with his hole obscenely stretched to accommodate the monstrous girth of his twin's cock.
what's more unbelievable is that he's being wrecked by sukuna in a fucking
maid outfit.
he had purchased it earlier for his favourite pinkette, all just for harmless fun. sukuna had regarded him with a judgemental eye, and yuuji had to fight the growing urge of gouging his eyes out.
to say his lover looked dashing in that outfit would be an
#sukuita: "open wide now, yuuji," sukuna coos,tone of voice mockingly sweet. it's odd to hear his name roll off the king's tongue in such a loving manner ⎯⎯⎯it's like a semi-forceful teasing slap to a cheek. he doesn't like it one bit.
yuuji has his jaw clenched shut, lips sealed. he levels sukuna with a murderous glare, which punches a sharp laugh out of his demonic lookalike.
"always so difficult. but i like a little bit of fight in my doves."
sukuna gives a sudden snap of hips, and the harsh
thrust into yuuji's abused hole stings enough to make him part his mouth in a small gasp. an opening.
sukuna thrusts a thumb in, purposefully dragging sharp nail against the struggling tongue until yuuji tastes the sharp tang of copper. the boy growls, hurt and defensive