Thread by @orcinuska

[nsfw, incest, asphyxiation]

#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

understatement. the long skirt complimented sukuna's overall height. rippling muscles are accentuated by the dark fabric, for yuuji might've accidentally (not really) bought a size too small. edged frills of the white apron did nothing to douse out even a little bit of the

danger that embraces his twin. and gods above ⎯⎯⎯that waist. absolutely knew sukuna cinched it small and tight with the delicate ribbon of the apron.

bloody rubies met sunset yellow; and the next thing he knew, he was nothing but a fleshlight.

"s-sukuna ⎯⎯⎯AH!"

yuuji squeals as sukuna rams his cock against that bundled spot of nerves in him.

"sing a little bit more for me. i've always liked it when you sing. my lil' songbird," sukuna growls, grip kissing bruises into his big brother's porcelain hip.

with the other hand, the younger

twin seizes the long front of his skirt in a bunch, and pulls it to the side ⎯⎯⎯granting him the wanton view of where he's connected with his twin. his grin towards yuuji is lazy and wicked.

"you like this? being fucked by me while i'm all dolled up? fucking

pervert," he jeers, and whatever that comes out of sukuna's mouth just goes straight to his leaking dick.

he almost came when he felt a calloused hand wrapping itself around his flushed neck. all yuuji spots is a clean, white cuff before his brain short-circuits at the

pressure applied, airflow immediately restricted.

"g-god, su ... suku ⎯⎯⎯"

yuuji's ruddy face is adorned with sweat and tears and snot and drool, and sukuna has never laid eyes on something so debauched, so absolutely wrecked. and it's beautiful because it's

itadori-fucking-yuuji, his precious onii-chan, made of everything nice and cavity-inducing sweetness.

powerful pistoning of hips soon turned to stuttery thrusts, and the outfit is suddenly too tight for sukuna. yuuji's name rolls off his tongue like a broken record as he

chases euphoria, lust-hazed crimson irises never leaving his moaning brother's face.

"c ... close ... kuna, c-clo ⎯⎯⎯" yuuji rasps. it's difficult keeping his eyes open now.

and suddenly, the grip around his neck is gone. body sparks to life as he finally takes

in a proper breath, and his figure jolts and spasms as he came; white ribbons decorating his abdomen, his chest, and up to his fucking chin.

sukuna's breaking point is when yuuji's eyes crossed.

breath hitches as he witnessed yuuji's orgasm ripping him apart; and soon,

his seed is being milked by yuuji's whorish hole. sukuna moans, loud and wanton ⎯⎯⎯polished nails denting soft flesh until they threaten to break skin.

he flops down against yuuji, and the both of them pants, catching lost breath.

the younger gives his brother a nip

to his earlobe, playful, before he whispers:

"you're wearing the outfit next time."

⎯⎯⎯oruka.