[nsfw, non-con, stalker au, sukuna's pov, afab yuuji, chloroform]
#sukuita: sukuna’s heart belongs to yuuji ⎯⎯⎯yuuji, the young, pink darling, made of everything good.
sukuna wants him. everyone wants him.
#sukuita: sukuna’s heart belongs to yuuji ⎯⎯⎯yuuji, the young, pink darling, made of everything good.
sukuna wants him. everyone wants him.
it sickens him how yuuji allows himself to be held in the claws of unnamed manwhores. sometimes, it’s with the guy with sea urchin for hair. sometimes, it’s the underdeveloped emo twink.
and sometimes, it’s with the boring white-collared blonde clerk that looked like he should be at the balding age.
recently, it’s some guy with zero melanin in his system. he knows how the man looks at yuuji, blue eyes brimming with such lust it makes sukuna’s stomach churn.
recently, it’s some guy with zero melanin in his system. he knows how the man looks at yuuji, blue eyes brimming with such lust it makes sukuna’s stomach churn.
he’s a leech attached to his precious, oblivious babe, draining every drop of sweet ichor he can so hungrily lap at.
it should be sukuna who drinks his essence, sukuna who cages him in his unrelenting grasp, sukuna who is the predator to yuuji’s prey. sukuna, sukuna, /SUKUNA/.
it should be sukuna who drinks his essence, sukuna who cages him in his unrelenting grasp, sukuna who is the predator to yuuji’s prey. sukuna, sukuna, /SUKUNA/.
it’s only normal how sukuna stares at yuuji, blood irises focused on nothing but his doll. he cannot risk tearing his gaze away ⎯⎯⎯what if someone whisks him away while he wasn’t looking?
it’s also only normal for sukuna to know /everything/ about yuuji ⎯⎯⎯his schedule, his needs, his personal information. what is a good spouse if he doesn’t know everything and anything about his beloved?
he needs to be able to provide, to keep him satisfied, to keep him /dependant/ on him so he never leaves.
they’ll be together, until time steals their souls away, until they rot while holding hands.
they’ll be together, until time steals their souls away, until they rot while holding hands.
he’s been tailing yuuji for months now, always lingering in dark places, becoming one with the shadows. he wants it to be a surprise ⎯⎯⎯wants yuuji to be star-struck when he finally knows what his one true love looks like.
sukuna makes sure the white-haired imbecile finally takes his fucking leave before he climbs into yuuji’s bedroom. he wouldn’t want his honeymoon with yuuji to be interrupted by someone else.
sukuna waits in the space behind yuuji’s opened bedroom door ⎯⎯⎯his love should be here soon. eight pm, the time yuuji takes his big boy bath. sukuna’s dick twitches in excitement at the mental image of yuuji’s nude form, of his wet, throbbing cunt.
he’ll finally see it up close tonight.
he smells yuuji before he hears footsteps. his heart rabbits against his ribcage when he catches the sight of a head of rosy pink. yuuji enters his bedroom with an exhausted yawn, oblivious as always. a fool ⎯⎯⎯/sukuna’s/ precious fool.
he smells yuuji before he hears footsteps. his heart rabbits against his ribcage when he catches the sight of a head of rosy pink. yuuji enters his bedroom with an exhausted yawn, oblivious as always. a fool ⎯⎯⎯/sukuna’s/ precious fool.
within a second, he closes the distance between them. a strong arm loops around yuuji’s torso (trapping his arms in the process), while the other presses the chloroform-soaked cloth against the lower half of his shocked face. his beloved thrashes in his hold.
and it was a ridiculously good fight ⎯⎯⎯having sukuna worried he might slip away until his movements begin to slow, turning sluggish. soon enough, all fight escapes yuuji’s body, and what’s left is a kitten who paws at his chest in weak defiance.
sukuna coos, burying his nose in yuuji’s hair and taking a long, deep whiff.
he reeks of the other man’s cologne.
sukuna growls. but no worries, he’ll wash his yuuji. scrub him clean until he smells of nothing but his usual citrus and sukuna.
he reeks of the other man’s cologne.
sukuna growls. but no worries, he’ll wash his yuuji. scrub him clean until he smells of nothing but his usual citrus and sukuna.
“i miss you, doll. missed you so much,” sukuna whispers against the shell of yuuji’s ear, before he gives the lobe an affectionate nip. the chemical-induced handkerchief is dropped to the floor, leaving sukuna’s rough hands free to roam the clothed expanse of yuuji’s body.
yuuji, weak and vulnerable, whines softly, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
unable to wait, sukuna lays yuuji down on the matted floor, and takes his time in discarding his love’s clothes. he rids his yellow hoodie, then his undershirt.
unable to wait, sukuna lays yuuji down on the matted floor, and takes his time in discarding his love’s clothes. he rids his yellow hoodie, then his undershirt.
he marvels at the boy’s body ⎯⎯⎯finely sculpted with a little chub. he’s perfect. sukuna refrains himself from pinching perky nipples, and proceeds to unbutton yuuji’s jeans.
“ngh …” the boy weakly cries in protest, sniffling when he feels his underwear slide down his legs with his pants in one smooth motion. he gasps when a rough thumb brushes against his labia.
“baby, you’re even prettier up close …” sukuna comments, breath already bated.
“baby, you’re even prettier up close …” sukuna comments, breath already bated.
his cock strains painfully against his own jeans. yuuji whimpers, helpless.
sukuna toys with yuuji’s cunt ⎯⎯⎯drags his thumb from the labia to the precious clit, rubbing gentle circles against the sensitive nub.
sukuna toys with yuuji’s cunt ⎯⎯⎯drags his thumb from the labia to the precious clit, rubbing gentle circles against the sensitive nub.
the digit then travels southwest to dip beneath folds; heart and dick leaping when he feels slick. beneath him, yuuji cries quietly, while his body shivers at the intrusive pleasure.
“i’ve been waiting for so long.” sukuna drags his middle finger against the glistening folds to wet the digit, before he locates the welcoming hole, and breaches. yuuji’s mewl is as pornographicly innocent as he had fantasized.
“i’ve always watched you. watch how you dance when you get to eat your favourite food.” he retracts his digit, before pushing it back in again, setting a steady pace. “watch how you get giddy when your favourite lingerie arrives.”
he crooks his digit, and yuuji arches his back just a tad. “watch how you touch yourself, here, as inexperienced as ever, while salivating over those cocks in your pirated porn.”
he rubs the pad of his finger against the bundle of nerves in yuuji, just like how he watched yuuji did it through the hidden camera he implanted in his room, just like how yuuji absolutely likes it.
yuuji may be currently immobile, but the noises he made assured sukuna that yes, he’s doing a great job, just as a husband should.
sukuna inserts another finger, the pumps getting increasingly fast.
sukuna inserts another finger, the pumps getting increasingly fast.
he leans down then, and latches his mouth hungrily over yuuji’s eager cunt, lapping and sucking at the twitching nub like he’s absolutely deprived. yuuji comes soon ⎯⎯⎯squirting all over sukuna’s face and he /basks/ in the essence of /yuuji/.
nothing but yuuji.
spasms wreck yuuji’s body as sukuna helps his darling ride out his orgasm; wet digits giving an equally wet cunt gentle and encouraging pats. he looks at yuuji like he’s his god.
spasms wreck yuuji’s body as sukuna helps his darling ride out his orgasm; wet digits giving an equally wet cunt gentle and encouraging pats. he looks at yuuji like he’s his god.
when yuuji squirms from oversensity, sukuna reluctantly removes his hand from his loved privates, and unzips his jeans. he frees his red and leaking cock from its confines, and gives it a few satisfying strokes.
“i love you, yuuji. i love you so much. be mine, and let’s stay together for eternity.”
the bath would have to wait, for he has to finish the ritual of deflowering his love with his seed.
⎯⎯⎯oruka.
the bath would have to wait, for he has to finish the ritual of deflowering his love with his seed.
⎯⎯⎯oruka.
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
