Thread by @orcinuska

[nsfw, non-con, gore]

#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

and outright feral.

"you look absolutely delicious, yuuji." there's a slight worshipful cadence to his uttered name; it sends unpleasant shivers down yuuji's spine.

the intrusive thumb now presses down, forcing yuuji's jaw to open against his will.

an incoherent, guttural noise came from the helpless boy as amber gaze locks on the rotten finger in sukuna's lazy hold.

another violent thrust of hips into tight heat, and yuuji whimpers, too overwhelmed with the sensation of having sukuna's cock buried in him for

hours on end. or has it been more than that? he's not entirely sure ⎯⎯⎯time is unsubstantial in this equally rotten domain.

"i know you like my fingers. know how you swallow them whole without even an ounce of struggle, you harlot," sukuna taunts, his grin denigratory.

yuuji manages a weak, tearful glare, and sukuna laughs again.

the finger is now brought to the edge of yuuji's bloodied lips, the blackened nail scrapping against teeth.

"bon appetit." and the mangled digit's shoved down his throat with such vigour he swears his esophagus is

adorning fresh, dull cuts now. yuuji hacks, and attempt to push the decaying digit out with the aid of blood. yet, trivial tries are put to an end as he feels the searing burn in his ass when sukuna pistons his hips.

"that wasn't so bad, was it? i believe you're a

professional finger connoisseur. now, my turn," sukuna hums, his grin maddening. he reaches for yuuji's hand, grip bruising his wrist as he yanks it to his mouth. the hand is missing of three digits; each wound a crimson stump with the occasional shy wink of the bone.

yuuji's ring finger hovers over red-dripping lips, and the king presses a tender kiss to it ⎯⎯⎯the gesture a mockery of affection.

"itadakimasu," sukuna chirps, and the digit is seperated from the hand with inhumane jaw strength and a sickening wet crunch.

as yuuji sings, loud and shrill and broken, sukuna fucks himself into boy's hole. the curse chants, fucking chants ⎯⎯⎯mouth full of yuuji's name and his fourth finger of that night.

reaching his peak was euphoric, his seed coating yuuji's soiled walls in a new set of white.

as he comes down from his high, he realizes yuuji is a wrecked mess, a trembling and teary thing; both holes filled with parts of sukuna.

it brings the king a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"i hope you're wide awake, brat. don't close your eyes now; we've got sixteen

more to go."

the feast has only just begun.

⎯⎯⎯oruka.