Thread by @orcinuska

[nsfw, non-con, bad touching, blood]

#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

would drive one to actually shed blood, to behead him ⎯⎯⎯forcibly detaching noggin off neck.

or maybe it was just this brat and his glare that holds the wrath of a thousand gods.

"let's revise again ⎯⎯⎯what should you say?" sukuna purrs, slowly advancing towards

the restrained pinkette. yuuji's glare never leaves him ⎯⎯⎯hot rage so palpable he can feel the caress of it against cool skin.

the curse stops just a few inches away from the teenager, and he revels in the way how he has to crane his neck into such an uncomfortable

position just so he could look at him.

without a warning, yuuji snaps his head downwards, and spits at sukuna's left foot. blood and saliva soaks dark cloth. sukuna furrows his brows in disdain.

"such a low act," the king laments. "i guess i'll have to educate you again."

he reaches out a hand, and yuuji's glare falters just a bit, realizing what is to come next.

sukuna grips his chin, roughly swiping thumb against blood-clotted lips ⎯⎯⎯drawing fresh trails of crimson.

hand ventures lower, and before yuuji knows it, his tattered shirt

is ripped apart with ease. "n-no! stop ⎯⎯⎯" his pants went next.

cold air envelops his nude figure in an uncomfortable cold embrace, and yuuji does not appreciate the look sukuna is giving him.

"yuuji, you're so beautiful," sukuna hums, mocking. intrusive hands rove

the pinkette's body; he palms at every surface, presses at every dip and curve.

yuuji's eyes are prickled with an acute burn, amber glossy with unshed tears. pleading "no" 's spilling out from bleeding lips. if only he could chant sukuna's name.

the king pinches at each

pebbled nipple, and yuuji jerks ⎯⎯⎯face flushed with shame.

"your body yearns for me. how can you ever deny yourself like that?"

"no, i don't want it. don't touch me, p-please ⎯⎯⎯"

a harsh slap against purpling cheek shuts yuuji up, leaving him whimpering.

"what did i teach you?"

silence, followed by a pathetic whisper of a "please". for what? mercy? sukuna isn't that benevolent.

cold hands drag lower, ebony nails grazing expanses of lean muscle.

"say it, brat. my patience is not something to be taken advantage of."

at this, yuuji sobs. it's quiet, but it wrecks through his entire body.

the king smooths the pads of his fingers against yuuji's semi-hard, and yuuji begs him with his eyes ⎯⎯⎯glossy and fearful.

but, just like any other god, the king does not hear his desperate prayers.

it must've been the way how sukuna looks at him, crimson hues flaring with promises of everything bad, because yuuji finally opens his mouth. his voice is hoarse as he speaks.

"p-please ... touch me, my god. t ... touch me however you like. i'm nothing b ...

but your w-whore."

struggles to pair his trembling speech with the smile that sukuna loves so much.

at that, the king grins. he takes yuuji that night, takes him again and again and again. he violates his body, until he's adorned with bruises, until his hole leaks crimson.

and all yuuji does is take, and take, and take.

⎯⎯⎯oruka.