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Yuuji pouted petulantly as Nanamin swiped at his face yet again, powerless to stop the elder man as he fussed about his form. 

“Must you always be so unkempt, Yuuji.” He scolded, pressing at the boy’s spiky pink locks before openly sighing in tired resignation, visibly coming to terms with the reality of his child’s unruly hair - the pink locks  simply determined to defy gravity no matter the effort. As they should, Yuuji sulked, stepping back dramatically to wound his arms tightly together - displeasure transparent in the petulance of his tone and sourness of his scent. 

“Does it really matter!” He huffed. “It’s not like I’m here to impress anyone.” Yuuji reasoned, eyeing their surrounding environment in clear disgust - unwilling to hide his distaste at having been forced here in the first place, milling about as preparations for ‘The Hunt’ proceeded around him.  

And who could blame him? ‘The Hunt’ as it was so aptly named, was a completely barbaric and more importantly, outdated, custom that should have been done and dusted decades ago – the practice going against every expectation one would have for a ‘civilised’ nation. Yet, with a royal decree backing the event, along with avid support from majority of the common folk too, there wasn’t much Yuuji could do besides pettily muttering his grievances – lest he incur the wrath of the law.  

“Yuuji…” murmured Haibara, eyes softening in sympathy as he clasped the child’s hands against his own, always weak to his son’s disappointment – Nanamin himself also softening in a show of hesitance before directing Yuuji with a stern yet understanding stare. 

“I know you aren’t pleased with the current situation. But please Yuuji , you must understand that this is tradition amongst the Kingdom. And it has greatly contributed to the prosperity of our nation for centuries.” He lectured, nudging his uniquely styled glasses higher up the bridge of his nose in weariness as Yuuji himself sighed, already shifting his attention from the alpha’s long-winded speech to search for a familiar face within the surrounding crowds. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t already heard this particular spiel anyways, having spent years getting it drilled into him by Nanamin’s scolding and during his classes. Objectively, and despite many doubters, Yuuji completely understood the nature and purpose of ‘The Hunt’. He just simply didn’t agree with it. And no amount of deceptive propaganda about it being a celebration of ‘secondary genders’ could change his mind on it, ever. 

After all, how could one possibly care for a practice that openly disregarded the rights and autonomy of omegas, all while forcing them into a brutish trial just to find a mate. Honestly, the mere idea of sending a group of unmated omegas into a confined forest, only for alphas to then pursue like sport was absolutely ridiculous at best, and crude at worst – especially considering alphas were awarded the explicit permission to mate and marry whichever unfortunate omega they managed to chase down.  

There was seriously no consideration for the feelings and liberties of omegas who weren’t at all interested in mating  – leaving said choice in the hands of some knothead alpha who only ever thought with their dick. It was enough to drive Yuuji insane, particularly since he’d already decided from a young age to live a long and unbonded life, simply happy with the company of his friends and his family. 

Who needed an alpha controlling your every action when you could live free as a bird was how he liked to justify it – the young omega yearning for a life away from the tediousness of housework and the responsibility of raising pups, utterly uninterested in the homey lifestyle placed upon omegas simply because of their higher ‘reproductive’ capabilities!

This was no longer the stone ages after all, and just because Yuuji’s biology was more suited to a nurturing role didn’t mean he actually had to adhere to it right – Yuuji further compelled to refute when seeing the flexibility afforded to other alphas and betas in their upbringing and career, the toymaker just across his house a perfect example of such a case. 

Mr Yaga was an alpha through and through, yet no one judged the man for pursuing a profession away from politics and war, the masses instead indulging the alpha’s obsession with dollmaking and even praising his fortitude in caring for his only son Panda alone. It was unbelievably hypocritical in the eyes of the young omega, who’d only ever been chastised for his own unique views - Yuuji’s opposition to living as a housewife met with heavy disapproval the moment the freshly presented boy had voiced it aloud. 

The village quick to scorn him for his opinion, and often lecturing the poor child on the significance of his omegan duties whenever the chance presented itself. Heck, even his own fellow omegas - from the adults to the children - were swift to turn their backs on him, regarding the young boy as a pariah to be avoided at all cost to his great disappointment. 

But Yuuji supposed the indoctrination began at an early age, and he didn’t have it in him to blame them too much. After all, even he could have turned out the same had he not been for his lax family and like-minded friends, all of whom allowed him to develop a different outlook on life in the first place.

In fact, Yuuji could argue he was extremely luck in that regard, his friends and family having taken to his deviation from society’s standards in stride – Nobara and Megumi prepared to back him up no matter what he chose to do, and Nanamin and Haibara very accepting of Yuuji’s stance even if they couldn’t quite comprehend their son’s adamant aversion to mating and marriage in general. A confusion Yuuji couldn’t completely fault them for too, considering his guardians had been a successful pairing from ‘The Hunt’ themselves, and were simply part of a generation that didn’t question the flow.

Either way, it was enough at the time that they humoured his bold claims and rowdy behaviour despite the disapproval it drew. Yet in saying that, even their lenience had its limits, and on the day of his 16th birthday – sixteen being the mandated age in which omegas yet to be betrothed were obliged to participate in The Hunt – Yuuji experienced his first fallout with Nanamin upon insisting he skip the tradition.  

From his perspective, it wasn’t like anyone would aim for him anyways, considering how much of a village joke he’d become. Especially since it was blatantly clear many of the alphas in their area frowned upon Yuuji for his outspoken behaviour and abnormal physical prowess – having either heard of it down the grapevine or having witnessed it themselves. 

Yet Nanamin had been firm, arguing with Yuuji over his participation to the point they didn’t speak for a week – the longest he’d gone without clinging to his beloved guardian. And whilst a part of the young teen could slightly understand why the matter was so dear to the alpha – Nanamin only ever desiring the best for Yuuji and believing it essential he was cared for and protected by an alpha – Yuuji didn’t need the man to decide his path for him. 

So, for a period of time, Yuuji had locked himself in his room and ignored all attempts of reconciliation from Nanamin. It was only when Haibara had comforted him, explaining the ramifications of his refusal and the danger it put not only Yuuji in with the law, but his family as well, did the young omega comprehend how selfish he had been acting – apologising to Nanamin the next day, to which the alpha offered an apology of his own, regretful that he couldn’t protect Yuuji from the traditions of their lands. 

But it was fine, because Yuuji wasn’t one to give up so easily. If he had to participate, so be it. But it didn’t mean he had to leave mated. Alphas could only claim an omega if they could catch them, and well, Yuuji wasn’t known as the fastest omega in town for no reason! He wouldn’t let a single alpha breathe the same air as him, let alone touch him. He would leave The Hunt as single as he’d been when he entered it, on that he swore.

Thus, it was with determined fervour that he nodded his head, fiery resolve lighting up his very posture – the intense reaction earning him a baffled look from Nanami, who hadn’t once stopped his long winded lecture about the historical significance of ‘The Hunt.’

“Are you even listening, Yuuji!” Nanamin snapped, frustration lining his tone to the point it even began saturate their very air – the alpha unable to keep his scent completely in check when so overtly worried for his son’s future. Then, as if recalling Yuuji was simply still a youth, and with the patience of a saint too, he sighed, pinching his nose tiredly before settling two firm hands on Yuuji’s shoulders – eyeing the pouting teen seriously. 

“The nature of The Hunt can be…intimidating at first, Yuuji. But just stay calm and collected; and remember everything I’ve taught you.” The alpha eventually advised, decidedly wrapping up his speech since it was apparent Yuuji was no longer up for listening– Nanamin appearing much more nervous about everything than Yuuji himself as a result.  

“And I understand this isn’t what you wanted sweetie.” Piqued in Haibara. “But…keep an open mind. Not all young alphas are bad. I was so fortunate enough to land Kento as mine from ‘The Hunt.’” He preened, prompting a slight flush from the aforementioned male and an awkward blanch from Yuuji. 

Seriously, he was happy his guardians had such a healthy and loving relationship, but he’d appreciate it if they kept their public displays of affection away from him. So desperately, he faced the crowd, grinning when he spotted a familiar spiky head of black hair brooding alone amongst the rush of chittering omegas.  

“Ah, it’s Megumi!” he chirped, turning to hug both Nanamin and Haibara before stepping back. “I’m going to chat with him for a bit, since we’re both fresh to all this. Gotta have a game plan you know!” He explained, eager for an easy out from his hovering parents, but thankful all the same for their continued love and support during the harrowing experience.

“…But thank you, both of you. I…I can’t say I’m capable of accepting this fate, even if some alphas are kind. But I do appreciate your understanding; and hope you will continue to support me even if I come out…unbonded.” He murmured, fingers toying with his new robes as he held back creeping tears – the mere thought of Nanamin or Haibara abandoning him enough to make him cry. Not that he had much to worry about; since both males looked greatly aghast at even the suggestion of casting aside their son. 

“Yuuji…of course we’ll always love you .” They chorused, touched by his sincerity, and reaching out once more to pull him into a tight hug. But Yuuji had embarrassed himself enough for the day, so swiftly, the young omega dodged the extending arms and retreated into the crowds, waving. 

“Well, see you later!” He cried loudly before quickly jogging off, face a red mess from the previous sentimental display. A reaction Megumi did not hesitate to comment on upon reaching his friend.  

“You’re flushing.” Remarked his fellow omega blankly, eyebrows raised in clear curiosity at the sight of the normally oblivious Yuuji in shambles.

“It’s nothing!” Yuuji retorted, covering his cheeks childishly to allow it some time to cool down. However, in doing so, he failed to notice a group of gossiping omegas come their way, the three knocking into him and nearly sending him sprawling had Megumi not grabbed his arm in time. It was a purposeful act of disrespect, triggering his rather protective friend to scowl meanly, a sharp berate already on the tip of his tongue had Yuuji not placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s not worth it Fushi.” He placated with a casual smile. Since he was already used to the rather… rude treatment from the others in town outside his close circle – a result of his unconventional personality and all. And though it had once upset him in the past, Yuuji had ultimately grown to shrug off the discourteous attitudes and callous barbs – reassured in the knowledge that an ugly hearted person didn’t deserve the attention in the first place.  

Still, ever the protective one, it was difficult for Megumi to excuse the poor conduct towards his best friend – loyal to a fault despite his much higher status as the precious son of Zenin Toji, head of the powerful Zenin clan. If he wanted to, Megumi could have easily punished those ill-mannered omegas with little to no consequence - Yuuji placing a hand on the other’s back just in case he was still tempted to do so, earning him a reprimanding scowl. 

“You’re too soft!” Megumi scolded firmly, though he still reigned himself back, respectful of Yuuji’s wishes to avoid conflict and perhaps also wary of the time and place. After all, even if they both personally disagreed with ‘The Hunt’, it was still funded and supported by the Four Great Clans, so any trouble instigated in the presence of such significant figures could come with dire consequences – Yuuji himself particularly determined to keep his head down and away from drama. 

“It’s rather lively today.” He chose to comment aloud instead, shifting the conversation towards more pleasant topics as he once again observed the crowds, amazed by the sheer number of attendants currently swarming the venue – even for a grandious event like ‘The Hunt.’ And in typical Megumi fashion, the dark-haired omega scoffed, frowning. 

“I suppose so. But it makes sense, considering who’s participating this year.” He replied, a contemplative glint in his eyes as he turned to gauge Yuuji’s thoughts on the matter, the teen in question only capable of blinking back blankly, hoping his more reliable friend would expand. Because if he expected Yuuji to know what the heck he was sprouting on about, then he had another thing coming, Megumi seemingly realising this too – since the omega released a weary sigh before pinning Yuuji with a deadpan stare. 

“I know you’re not interested in the state of affairs of our nation, but you should really pay more attention to the gossip at least. If nothing else, knowledge is power.” Megumi lectured, sounding suspiciously like Nanamin to the point it had Yuuji pouting, nodding fervently in hopes his friend would move on with his explanation. He’d been berated enough for the day after all, his carefree antics causing Megumi’s eyes to visibly twitch before the other omega huffed forbearingly. 

“I guess you can say the candidates for this year’s Hunt are rather appealing.” He eventually explained, after taking a brief second to gather his composure. “Practically every single eligible omega and their parents are excited for a potential match that could tie their family to nobility.” 

And upon hearing that bold statement, Yuuji felt his brows shoot upward, surprised at the major connotations packed in such a claim. Because nobility? That implied the presence of alphas from the Four Great Clans in this year’s events did it not? And seeming to catch onto Yuuji’s shocked realisation, Megumi went on, eyes shifting to zone in on a tall, dark figure a distance ahead – nodding as Yuuji followed his trajectory. 

“Okkotsu Yuuta. He’s been absent in the past few years due to the international nature of his career – the services of a renowned warrior is in high demand I assume. But he’s returned for this year’s Hunt. Besides his own prestige as a famous fighter, he has ties to the Gojo Clan.” Megumi whispered, Yuuji gaping in wonder at the new information. Wow, then he must certainly be special. Because the Gojo Clan, while powerful, were very exclusive. For them to acknowledge Yuuta as a member, familial or not, was rather impressive – and spoke volumes of his prowess. 

“There’s also Higuruma Hiromi. His career as a lawyer is well-known across the land. He’s built his success off winning difficult criminal cases.” Megumi expanded once again, now directing his gaze to another tall alpha with distinct features – Yuuji mirroring his friend’s actions to assess the newly introduced male, noting immediately that the man was just a bit older than the prior Okkotsu Yuuta, but just as handsome nonetheless. 

“I heard he’s also helped defend many innocent victims against their corrupt prosecutors, so that’s something at least.” Megumi remarked, prompting a small smile from Yuuji. How rare, he mused, for an alpha to actively leverage their influence for the betterment of society. Yet, for a man so apparently set on protecting the innocent, it did seem a little contradictory for him to be actively participating in an event so barbaric as The Hunt. But he supposed the selflessness of alphas could only extend so far before they placed their own needs above the rest. 

So, with a neutral hum, Yuuji nodded, turning away from the dark-haired lawyer to examine the various omegas hovering near the alpha’s space – clearly intent on wafting their scent his way. It appeared despite his less esteemed bloodline – Hirguruma not affiliated with any of the Great Clan – he was still a very popular pick, his power and sway in the court of law attractive enough to be a great catch for the gathered omegas. 

“And finally…” Megumi started, Yuuji only half-listening to his friend before he felt a chill run down his spine, the sensation of eyes prickling into his back making him shiver to the point he swivelled on instinct – gaze meeting that of another that had already been staring their way this whole time, prompting Yuuji lips to dip into a frown when he properly appraised the perpetrator behind his discomfort. 

“Ryoumen Sukuna, Head of the Ryoumen Clan will be partaking in this year’s events.” Finished Megumi, a frown similarly marring his lovely face as Yuuji blanched at the confirmation of such unfortunate news. 

He’d expected a handful of prominent but secondary clan members in attendance, but a Clan Head? And Ryoumen Sukuna at that? No wonder families had shown up in flocks this year, the prospect of such a powerful alpha difficult to resist for even the less noble of omegas. 

Especially when most had been under the impression that the infamous alpha (or at least his council) planned to match their Head to a more prestigious bride through exclusive means like an arranged marriage. The unification of strong bloodlines an old but beloved practice in these legacy families. 

Heck, even Megumi wasn’t completely safe from its clutches, as Yuuji was very aware that his friend had been joining a few friendly lunches at the Ryoumen Clan abode at the insistence of his own family – Megumi quite tight lipped however when it came to further details on those outings, much to the disappointment of Kugisaki. 

Either way, Sukuna had declined every offer to participate in ‘The Hunt’ year after year, so to witness the man out and about scouting for what was potentially a life-long commitment to another, well, it was just the slightest bit jarring. Part of Yuuji had to wonder whether this was a publicity stunt – to gain favour with the common folk – since Sukuna was surely far too arrogant to ever settle down with a single official mate, rumours of his womanising running rampant in the papers to prove this point as well.  

Regardless of the case, Yuuji truly pitied the poor omega that would inevitably be chosen by the alpha during The Hunt – nose furrowing when he belatedly realised it might be his fellow omega, Megumi, since this too would be his friend’s first Hunt. In fact, the Zenin prized omega would certainly be a highly desirable pick amongst their bunch, many covetous of his beauty and nobility and likely to target him during the event. 

And in a way, it was likely this surging popularity that was the catalyst for the Zenin Clan to take initiative so shrewdly. Since it wasn’t too farfetched to believe that the Ryoumen and Zenin clans – ever the cunning bunch – had undergone some form of secret negotiations to secure a match ahead of the game – only officially revealing the pair in a public but impartial occasion like ‘The Hunt’ to dodge accusations of malicious plotting. 

But surely Megumi would have told him if that were the case? Right? They were best buddies, and all best buddies shared their secrets. Then again, perhaps not, considering how much Yuuji disliked the other alpha. It wouldn’t be surprising for his friend to remain silent in a misguided attempt to salvage their get-togethers – cautious of how Yuuji viewed haughty alphas and the way they always ruined his mood, particularly one Ryoumen Clan Head. 

Because let it be known that Ryoumen Sukuna, despite his glorified status and admittedly roguish looks, was a complete asshole that never failed to irritate Yuuji whenever the man was brought up in conversations. Truly, it was such a waste of a handsome face on an alpha that lived up to all the wrong stereotypes – Sukuna unbearably domineering and aggressive on good days. 

Yuuji could still recall the first time he’d encountered the outrageous man, the young omega in the middle of rushing to the town centre to meet his close friend Junpei that day. He’d just finished viewing a musical the night prior, so was predictably excited to regale the tale to his rather timid but kind fellow omega – Junpei always so invested in the arts despite lacking the wealth to visit the theatres with Yuuji. (Even when he offered to pay for the other’s tickets, Junpei had heatedly refused, asking Yuuji not to look down on him much to his hurt.)

But upon arriving at their regular rendezvous near the town square fruit stand, Yuuji was unfortunately met with the sight of Junpei knelt on the ground – forehead practically kissing the stony surface as tears pooled the edges of the frightened omega’s lashes. This heartbreaking display only made worse by the imposing figure of a tall, broad alpha staring down the omega just a few steps away – similar to that of a King seconds before issuing an execution. 

“How unsightly. Those who can’t act properly in public should know better than to show themselves around at all.” The offending alpha sneered harshly, grinding the sole of his sandals onto Junpei’s head as if to drive home the point before eventually scoffing – strolling away with not a shred of remorse in his bones despite his disgusting behaviour. The absolutely unnecessary and disrespectful action sending Yuuji scrambling forth in fury. 

Immediately, he hauled Junpei to his feet, frantically checking over his friend’s physical condition as the other assured him of his good health – smiling softly in hopes of calming his obvious rage. Yet, the defeated response only served to rile Yuuji’s anger further. For how dare someone to treat another in such a despicable way! This was why Yuuji despised alphas, that particular secondary gender always so crass and excessive with their authority. 

But if this jerky alpha believed he could get away with his crimes, then Yuuji begged to differ. So recklessly, the young omega grabbed the closest fruit from a nearby stand to hurl with all his strength – the chosen apple soaring a lovely arch as it smacked the departing alpha right on the head, bouncing off his cranium before rolling away sadly on the floor. 

And had it been any other occasion, Yuuji might have found it slightly funny, but unfortunately, the foreboding silence that followed his hot-headed stunt easily killed any lingering humour – the very life of their normally busy market quite literally sucked away as every alpha, beta and omega in the area gaped in horror at what Yuuji had just committed.

It was enough to make even Yuuji a little nervous despite his generally rambunctious nature. But the omega was stubborn if nothing else, so it was with a proud and angry frown that he met the glare of the offending alpha – the other male having aborted his exit to shoot Yuuji a fearsome scowl.

Yet upon properly appraising his assailant, a flash of emotion resembling almost recognition flitted across the alpha’s crimson pupils before he quickly buried it away – replacing his prior outrage with a more composed near amused expression instead. 

“Well now. What do we have here?” He crooned, a falsely gentle grin slithering onto his tattooed face – the bold markings calling out to Yuuji for some inexplicable reason, as if he should have recognised those distinct traits. “Rather rude of you isn’t it, brat? To be tossing these goods around so carelessly.”

“Yuuji!” Spluttered Junpei at his side, the other omega clinging fretfully to his shirt as he tugged the fabric. “Apologise! Right now! That’s Ryoumen Sukuna!” He cried, the fear and trepidation in his voice ringing loud and clear. 

Oh, so that was why Yuuji felt the tattoos were so familiar. He’d heard about it in passing before – many times before in fact – their class curriculum and the adults around him often discussing the The Four Great Clans in detail, resulting in the Ryoumen family’s distinct markings being a topic of study for Yuuji and his cohorts at some stage.  

It was said that every member of the Ryoumen Clan sported some form of tattoo on their frame, the Clan Symbol embedded onto their skin as a sign of loyalty. However, unlike the average member, Ryoumen Clan Heads were often marked across their whole body – covered from head to toe in intricate patterns as a rite of passage to assume their status as leader of the powerful group. It was a lesson as old as time, so really, Yuuji should have spotted the unmistakable figure right off the bat. 

But he’d never been the sharpest of his friends, so it was only after a delay, did he now understand everyone else’s terror. This wasn’t any old brutish alpha he’d picked a fight with, but rather a much more terrifying opponent. And even Yuuji had to concede he might have made a slight misstep with his hasty decision to confront the other. It was never a good decision to instigate the Four Great Clans after all, with even their royal family powerless against the quartet’s strength.  

Yet what was done, was done. It was too late to back down now, since Yuuji would suffer the punishment either way. So, he might as well make a stand while at it, right? Heaven knew these alphas needed a firm hand on discipline. Thus, with a loud huff, Yuuji stood his ground, pointing an accusing finger at Ryoumen Sukuna. 

“Aren’t you the rude one? Treating Junpei like that. You should apologise!” He demanded sternly, crossing his arms in a poor imitation of Nanami, hoping his steely countenance would stir some form of shame from the despicable alpha. But alas, his efforts were for naught, as Sukuna merely chuckled – cruel and confident – before strolling forth, forcing his figure right into Yuuji’s personal space. 

“Oh, and why should I do that?” Sukuna purred, eyes distractedly roaming Yuuji’s face even as he spoke, Yuuji too returning the favour by observing the alpha angrily – bitter annoyance flooding his veins when he begrudgingly determined the male was even more stunning up close. Seriously, what was up with handsome alphas and rotten personalities – Megumi often slandering the Gojo Head over the exact same qualities too. 

“Your little friend was the one who charged into me, smearing his filth over the silks of my hakama.” Sukuna eventually continued, after having his fill of unashamed leering. “If anything, he should be far more apologetic than me.” 

“That-he- It was clearly an accident. Junpei would never do something like that on purpose!” Yuuji spluttered, clenching his fist in indignation at the blatant lie regarding his friend’s malicious nature. Junpei was a kind soul after all; and would sooner hurt himself than harm another. It was the reason jerks like Sukuna could take advantage of him in the first place.

“And that’s no excuse to berate him so cruelly! You call yourself an alpha, but you’re nothing more than a pathetic bully!” The omega accused, unable to contain the fury coiling within him at the injustice of it all – Yuuji completely prepared to throw caution to the wind if meant delivering the rude alpha the tongue lashing of a lifetime. He certainly deserved it – to be knocked down a peg or two.

Yet, before Yuuji could even muster up his next scathing remark, a muscled arm shot forth to abruptly snatch the teen’s face – nearly knocking the poor omega off his feet as he scrambled forth to claw at the hand currently digging into his cheeks. Painfully.

“For one with such a lovely face, your family certainly didn’t raise you with manners.” Sukuna spat, any entertainment once attached to their exchange now absent as the alpha dragged him close, nostrils hovering just above Yuuji’s pink locks before the other openly breathed, likely taking in the young omega’s scent from his position above. 

And though an inquisitory scent inspection was not discouraged within their society, one conducted so openly amongst a crowd, and so intimately with an unmated omega, was definitely looked down upon – the stunned silence of the gathered locals prompting a bright flush from Yuuji. 

This was absolutely inappropriate! He shrieked internally, and completely unacceptable conduct too from a prestigious Clan Head – Sukuna very much aware of this as well going by the mischievous glint in his eyes. But just as Yuuji opened his mouth to reprimand the man, and demand his release while at it, the alpha roughly tossed him to the ground – giving his crumpled form a satisfied once-over. 

“I would watch my tone when speaking to my betters if I were you, omega.” He mocked, smirking wider when Yuuji retained his defiant glare, the omega rubbing sorely at his jaw. “I’ve cut off many tongues for much less.” He sneered, the frightening implications of his words sparking a burst of courage from Junpei apparently, for the other omega suddenly rushed forth from his position behind Yuuji, yanking the teen down to bow alongside him. 

“We apologise, my Lord.” Junpei pleaded, offering the angered alpha an imploring stare, practically begging for forgiveness on his friend’s behalf since they all knew by now that Yuuji certainly wouldn’t be doing so on his own accord. But rather than be appeased by the clear display of remorse from Junpei, Sukuna appeared more irritated at the other omega’s interruption – scoffing curtly.

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” Sukuna snarled, leveling Junpei with a furious glower before he once again reigned his temper in. Then, a sigh, dramatic and indulgent. “But you’re both quite young, aren’t you? Not even old enough to participate in ‘The Hunt’ yet. He purred mockingly. “I suppose there’s some leeway to be had with youth.” 

“But I would advise your guardians to better train your mouths. I won’t turn a blind eye twice.” He warned darkly, Yuuji gritting his teeth at the undisguised threat but unable to do much more with Junpei’s vicious grip on his arm keeping him in check. Thus, taking their silence as regretful acquiescence, Sukuna chuckled softly, calmly strolling back to his awaiting servants. 

“Well, then. I’ll be seeing you around. Yuuji .” Sukuna crooned, finally departing the market with his posse as life slowly returned to their town square, the crowd still astonished at the lack of bloodshed but ultimately relieved by the restoration of peace too. It wasn’t often that someone crossed Ryoumen Sukuna and lived to tell the tale. 

And whilst one could argue that Yuuji should be the slightest bit grateful at having escaped the incident with little to no consequences – especially when compared to the many families the Ryoumen Clan had sent into ruins – the overall experience had firmly cemented his burning hatred for the blockhead alpha, Yuuji unable to overlook the Clan Head’s inexcusable behaviour. 

Besides, it wasn’t exactly easy to let bygones be bygones either, when Sukuna was seemingly present everywhere Yuuji went – the two of them apparently sharing a similar routine with how frequently he spotted the man around town. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn’t noticed the alpha before, considering fate’s determination to have them collide – perhaps an invitation for trouble, since lord knows Yuuji very much struggled to hold his tongue when met with the pompous alpha. 

It didn’t help either, that Sukuna certainly hadn’t humbled himself since harassing Junpei, the nobleman parading the streets with a self-assured swagger that illuminated his sheer arrogance. Ugh, it was actually unbearable, especially when just a mere smirk from the alpha – Sukuna somehow never failing to zone in on Yuuji as he was ducking away – was always enough to send the omega over the edge, occasionally even ruining his day.

Thankfully though, despite the many close calls in which Yuuji was sorely tempted to punt the man, the teen managed to avoid any further incidents with the Ryoumen Head – this status quo something Yuuji intended to uphold even during ‘The Hunt’, hesitant to provoke another incident when the last one had Haibara and Nanami fretting for days as they wrote an extended apology letter to the Ryoumen House. 

So, with a neutral frown, the young omega ignored the haughty stare directed their way to instead focus on Megumi’s words, the other not pausing his exposition in the slightest despite his friend’s straying attention. 

“Realistically, he’s the most sought-after alpha this year. It might be the omegas chasing down the man instead of the other way around.” Megumi supplied, earning a slight scoff from Yuuji even as he acknowledged the words to be true. Because ultimately, becoming the mate of Sukuna meant one became the companion to one of the most powerful and influential clans in their kingdom, so the appeal was undeniable. Yet at the same time, was joining a rigid, strict, and snobby clan really worth the riches? Yuuji mused, eyes flickering to scan the pretentious looking men accompanying Sukuna, most likely his innermost circle of confidants. 

Yeah, he observed, they didn’t exactly come off as the friendliest of people. The bald short man currently whispering into Sukuna’s ears offering quite the intimidating display with his fuming expression and exaggerated gestures. Yuuji could almost picture the steam rising off his shiny head – like some warped depiction of a volcano – as the elder male slowly tracked Sukuna’s gaze, face dropping exponentially when he realised Yuuji was the recipient of his lord’s focus.  

Like the young omega was some unsightly fly buzzing alongside his peripheral – the elder shifting to murmur yet another long-winded speech into Sukuna’s ear. This time however, whatever was discussed managed to draw an amused raise of the brow from the once disinterested Sukuna – the alpha chuckling visibly at what could only have been a joke at Yuuji’s expense, the young omega unable to resist the scowl creeping on his face at their blatant mockery. 

So with an affronted huff, Yuuji grabbed Megumi by his arm and guided them away from the Ryoumen alpha’s line of sight – tired of being ogled at like some circus freak – just as his friend shot him a confused stare. 

“I don’t know how you deal with him!” Yuuji subsequently whined, stomping his foot rather childishly for his age. “Or how you’ll deal with him once you’re…you know…t ogether …” He mumbled, a flush overtaking his cheeks at the connotations attached to his friend’s admittedly wild love life – the mention of Megumi’s potential match with the Ryoumen alpha causing the fellow omega to snarl, irritated by the path their conversation had turned to.. 

“I would take whatever stupid dribble those elders are spouting with a grain of salt! It’s all politics to them!” Megumi ranted, the uncharacteristic crack in his ever-cool composure taking Yuuji aback as he blinked owlishly. “They couldn’t care less about actual compatibility! All they want is to tip the balance of the court to have a united say against the Gojo’s.” He sneered, arms crossing as he worked to get his breathing in control, Yuuji unsettled by the outburst, but moving to comfort his friend, nonetheless.  

To think he had misunderstood Megumi’s stance towards Sukuna this whole time. How could Yuuji have been so blind? Was he really that bad at reading cues? Because it was plain to see now that his friend held no desire to bond with Sukuna, merely placed into a difficult position by the conspiring clans – their callous treatment of the young omega infuriating to Yuuji but unsurprising as well. 

Since even with Yuuji’s ignorance regarding nobility and their customs, he still understood the inherent plotting constantly present amongst the clans – each family determined to shift the flow of the court to their favour. It didn’t help too, that the marrying of rare bloodlines led to the possibility of even stronger offspring as well. So, it was almost inevitable that Megumi would be roped into such nefarious schemes, as much as it was inconsiderate to the omega. 

And as if hearing his increasingly depressing thoughts, Megumi sighed before shooting him a wry grin. 

“No matter, I wouldn’t bet on anything coming out from their foolish meddling.” He deadpanned, rather confident in the admittedly odd statement. “The council will be disappointed when their little matchmaking attempts fail.”

“Eh? You think so?” Yuuji asked, concern for his friend still not abating despite the calm reassurances. “I know you’re not one to sit around and listen to the council. And the fact they’ve allowed you to participate in ‘The Hunt’ is a great opportunity to avoid being mated altogether if you can escape being caught...” He trailed off hesitantly, eyes darting about for any curious passers-bys, before continuing on. 

But still…I don’t think Sukuna will let you off the hook that easily, right? He seems like the type that won’t take no for an answer… and he can’t keep his eye off you Megumi!”  

“Maybe you should sneak off? I’m sure I can make a large enough distraction to draw the crowd elsewhere.” He whispered, hands cupping his lip to preserve the secrecy of his outrageous suggestion. Because Yuuji would surely be punished dearly for disrupting the highly sacred ‘Hunt’; yet it was worth all the trouble if it meant Megumi would be safe and free from the clutches of his clan’s plotting. 

But rather than acknowledge his bold words, or at the very least berate him for his reckless idea, Megumi simply shot him a stunned look – face morphing from dumbfounded shock to great confusion before settling on horrified realisation, the other omega swiftly pulling him close as he appraised Yuuji urgently. 

 “You…the signs….” Megumi started, a frenzied glint in his eyes. “ It’s not me he’s looking at Yuuji! Surely you must know that. I thought…I thought…

But Yuuji was at a complete lost, sadly not privy to this mind shattering revelation his best friend was undergoing. Just what was Megumi talking about? Who else could Sukuna possibly be eyeing so lecherously if not the black-haired beauty of an omega? And correctly interpreting his silence as bewilderment, Megumi jumped to explain. 

“Listen, Yuuji. You need to be careful this hunt. I mean it.” Stressed the frantic omega, grip tightening uncomfortably on Yuuji’s shoulders as the other squirmed. 

“Yeah. I know that. I don’t intend to be mated this hunt. You should be more worried about yourself.” He uttered slowly, as if afraid to spook an already rattled animal – since Megumi was acting quite strange currently, coming off eager to speak yet conflicted to do so too. 

“No, you don’t get it. It’s not me he’s after, it’s –“ But whatever he intended to say was interrupted by the thunderous chime of a gong, the sound  signalling the official start of ‘The Hunt’ as omegas suddenly rushed to reach their allocated entrances – Megumi further obstructed from speaking when a few Zenin members arrived to guide him to his place. 

“Wait!” He grunted, shoving at his attendants, but Yuuji was unable to hear much else as he too began to be herded away by Nanami. 

“Stay safe, Megumi!” He shouted over the crowd. “I’ll see you later.” After ‘The Hunt’ he mumbled to himself, determination to remain unmated churning in his chest as he took his position at the many entry points of the forest. 

Let the games begin. 

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For an omega participating in his first ever Hunt, Yuuji liked to believe he was faring exceptionally well thus far – the young male dashing through the woods freely and confidently like a tiger on the run, the very act almost second nature to him. But Yuuji supposed he’d always been an athletically inclined individual, even during the early years of his childhood – the omega simply stronger, faster, and sturdier than his fellow peers. And on occasions alphas, too.  

And though many had frowned upon his family for enabling his ‘rowdy’ stunts and ‘unruly’ behaviour, Yuuji really did feel vindicated now upon experiencing first-hand just how useful those years spent ‘running through the fields’ and ‘climbing trees’ were to his evasive capabilities. Hah, no alpha would even be able to spot him at this rate, let alone give chase.

He just simply needed to survive a few more hours, and soon he’d be free to live another year alone and unmated – at least until the next Hunt that is. And whilst the prospects of said future Hunts was rather saddening, Yuuji sought comfort in the fact that he’d only need to endure just a few more years of this farce.

Until he was 25 if he recalled correctly, since it was at that age that participation no longer became mandatory – an age limit put in place to ensure alphas were provided only the ‘freshest’ of offerings to mate with during ‘The Hunt.’ That and the fact it was assumed most omegas would be bonded before then, either through the old-fashioned tradition or otherwise through more civilised means like that of an arranged marriage.

Similar to that of Junpei, who had accepted a marriage proposal earlier that year from a mysterious alpha Yuuji had yet to meet – this decision leading to his friend’s automatic disqualification from ‘The Hunt’ much to Yuuji’s jealousy. And though Junpei had urged him to dabble in the art of courting – you’d certainly be a favoured choice Yuuji, if only you’d give it a shot, he had praised – the young omega had been adamant in refuting all options.

He would much rather bide his time until the bitter end, since Yuuji had more faith in his ability to survive a Hunt than he did in his socialisation skills – his previous dabbling in high society parties enough to scare him off the activity as a whole. He’d only been a guest invited by Megumi at the time, but the show of flaunting alphas and preening omegas had definitely been intimidating – especially since Yuuji was certain they were all whispering about him at some point during the night.

Yeah, a day out in these woods is much more preferred than another match-making party, Junpei! Yuuji mused humorously, chuckling to himself as he nibbled on some berries he’d packed along – the omega having briefly stopped to recuperate his energy. And though Yuuji didn’t like the notion of remaining stagnant for too long – it left him far too vulnerable for comfort – refusing to rest was just asking for a disaster.

Besides, at least the hollowed-out tree he’d stumbled upon by pure accident was safe enough for a short stint, the tight squeeze worth the coverage it offered to the omega. And it wasn’t like he intended to hide for long too, Yuuji packing up just a mere minutes later to head off when he devoured the last of his snacks, only one goal on his mind – that being to make it further into the centre of the forest. 

It was there that the terrain was thicker, denser, ultimately deterring many from approaching due to its difficulty to traverse. And with how little faith was placed in omegas as well, Yuuji doubted any alpha would even think to search that direction for a prospective partner, creating the perfect place for Yuuji to spend the rest of the day. He just had to get there first, his current route to the centre a fast but strenuous one, Yuuji practically bubbling with glee regardless as he continued his trek. 

However, just as the young omega began to seriously cover some ground, a distinct scent further ahead in his current path stopped Yuuji right in his tracks – the odour at first ringing alarm bells until he properly processed the sweeter, almost softer tint to it. 

Another omega. Or perhaps more than one other omega he noted silently, for it to leave behind such powerful remnants that even Yuuji could perceive them from a distance. And whilst a group of omegas didn’t pose much of a threat to him, their presence still deterred Yuuji from proceeding any further in that particular direction – the teen wary of their combined scents and its potential in attracting danger.

Because if Yuuji could smell them with his untrained nose, then surely the other alphas prowling about could too – the prospects of such a dead giveaway turning Yuuji from his intended route as he traced back his steps, uncertain of his next course of action but hesitant to rush forth so recklessly, nonetheless. Yuuji wasn’t as thick-headed as others liked to believe after all - though it did bring a pout to his face when the omega realised how quickly his initial plan was falling apart. 

Well, I can’t go that way. So what do I do now? Yuuji pondered petulantly, grimacing at the notion of potentially backtracking, the hours added to his trip only serving to exhaust him further while leaving him weaker as well for easy picking. Maybe it won’t be too bad if I’m fast , Yuuji contemplated, the temptation of charging forth shamefully reeling its head. 

Yet, when a mob of birds abruptly burst up from the treelines far ahead, Yuuji knew it’d be a bad choice - the likelihood of alphas lurking in ambush confirmed by that explosive influx of movement alone. ‘ Yeah, back that way it is .’ He mumbled, spooked by the sheer silence that followed the bird’s departure - Yuuji rushing to return to his previous hiding spot inside the tree. 

Hopefully, with how inconspicuous and well-tucked away the place was, it would remain uncompromised upon his arrival - Yuuji himself having nearly missed the unassuming spot had it not been for a wayward root snagging at his feet. And at this point, anything was better than standing out in the open debating his next move. 

So quietly, Yuuji retreated the way he came, heart pulsing with adrenaline at the hastily-executed escape, all while his mind urged him on harder. Faster, swifter, away from the danger, it crowed out to him - neglecting any and all other precautions besides that all-consuming impulse to seek out a haven of safety and comfort for his spooked inner omega. 

A grave miscalculation on his part, as upon returning to his prior hideaway Yuuji was immediately greeted with a familiarly imposing figure. This mysterious individual accompanied by an unmistakable scent of incense and ashes - like a signal of danger painting the air, poignant in its reminder of Yuuji’s absent-minded decision making. 

For it was clear now to the teen, that in his hurry to avoid the risk posed by converging near a hotspot of gathered omegas, he’d completely disregarded the peril associated with backtracking too. An amatuer mistake, since it was very possible for an alpha to have been tracking his scent up to that point. Cleverly chasing and awaiting the right moment to pounce - just like the man currently before him, Yuuji glaring in resentment as the other rose from his crouch. 

“Oh, there you are brat.” Purred one smug and delighted looking Ryoumen Sukuna, eyeing him deviously upon stretching to his full height – having previously bent down to inspect what Yuuji now realised was the very same root that had caught his footing the first time round, the omega barely reigning in the curses rising up his throat at the careless giveaway.

Of all the worst-case scenarios that could have possibly befallen him, this was certainly the most heinous (and the most unanticipated) of them all. Seriously, just what were the odds of bumping into the most-sought after Clan Head here? Did Sukuna not have hordes of omegas to fend off? The fact he hadn’t already settled on one was quite shocking too - though Yuuji supposed there was also some positive to that. 

Since it meant Megumi had likely evaded the snottish alpha so far, Yuuji’s pride at his friend’s resourcefulness swelling greatly before Sukuna shot down the moment of short-lived relief with his snide voice, smirking sardonically.

“You’re a very elusive one, aren’t you?” He remarked, gesturing lightly at their surroundings.“Covering your scent so carefully, and rarely lingering in one place longer than necessary. Very vigilant.” The alpha reflected, all while tapping his chin contemplatively, as if commenting on the weather rather than the relentless tactics Yuuji had used to ensure his own safety. The callousness of the other’s tone instantly raising his hackles, proving what Yuuji had long already known about alphas and their lack of compassion for an omega’s plight. 

“This little pit-stop of yours though…hmmm it could have definitely been a bit tidier.” Sukuna continued to observe, nose scrunching at what must have been Yuuji’s lingering scent before the alpha settled on a more relaxed, pleased expression. “Since your scent is practically staining this place.” 

“But still, I must admit. For an omega, I’m rather impressed. I suppose that tenacious attitude of yours wasn’t just for show after all.” He drawled, brows raised humorously in spite of the visible tension lining his every muscle - Sukuna taking one bold step forward as Yuuji reactively took one back. This impromptu game of back and forth eliciting a soft chuckle from the alpha when he noticed the fierce wariness projected his way.

“Now, now. Is that any way to greet someone?” He probed, outwardly teasing and chiding in his demeanour. Though Yuuji knew better than to believe such falsities, able to detect the concealed irritation conveyed in the man’s words, and unwilling to participate in the charade of pleasantries. 

“What do you want?” He chose to growl instead, cutting straight to the point in a valiant call for the truth. This bold enquiry stopping Sukuna right in his tracks as the male paused to watch him attentively - gaze locked on his form like a tiger on the prowl - perhaps fascinated by his brazenness, or potentially angered too, Yuuji couldn’t exactly tell. Nor did he really care, rather preoccupied by the alarm bells ringing in his head instead - warning him of the motives behind the alpha before him. 

Since there was only one plausible reason for his sudden interest in speaking to a lowly omega like Yuuji - that being Yuuji’s well-known and open friendship with Megumi, the dream omega of his desires. It wasn’t hard to imagine the burlish alpha demanding his friend’s location as part of some twisted strategy to beat the competition. Though really, one would assume a man of his arrogance would surely have the skill to track down his wife on his own Yuuji mused with an eye roll. 

But he supposed that didn’t matter anyways, considering Yuuji wanted Megumi to successfully evade his many suitors - a task the other was clearly accomplishing quite efficiently if this was the sort of tactic Sukuna was resorting to. Relying on a shady tip off like some tacky backstreet thug. 

It was enough to make Yuuji scoff, especially considering how little he actually knew about Megumi’s whereabouts. Both omegas having agreed a while back to avoid trading their plans, wary of the influence behind an alpha’s pheromones and commands during The Hunt. Either way, Yuuji was as useful as a screen door on a submarine when it came to intel - his pride in this fact noted by the suspiciously silent Sukuna. The alpha sneering openly in response to his demands. 

“Don’t ask such stupid questions brat. It’s unattractive.” He grounded out, eyes rolling rudely in a dismissive gesture before striding forth once again, offering no further explanation for his presence as Yuuji frantically scrambled back - desperate to retain what little distance remained between them. 

“Stop that!” He demanded, glaring furiously at Sukuna as the other tilted his head, humming curiously.

“Hmmmm…and why exactly would I do that? Surely you know the rules to these little games…don’t you?” He probed wily, his provocation immediately sending chills down Yuuji’s spine as the teen blanched. 

Because obviously - being a bonafide omega - he of all people understood exactly how The Hunt worked. He didn’t spend so much of his life defying it not to know the rules. No, what Yuuji was struggling to comprehend was the connotations that accompanied Sukuna’s almost foreboding words and presence before him. Since surely… surely the Ryoumen alpha couldn’t possibly expect anything to arise from their meaningless encounter… right? 

For one, the alpha completely disliked Yuuji  - their stances on life too at odds for any semblance of compatibility. And secondly, even if Sukuna were to be serious regarding his expression of interest - which again, was an utterly ludicrous notion- it practically went against every long-standing and nefarious agenda of his own clan. 

There was no way those old coots of the Ryoumen council would ever accept some lowly commoner as their Clan Head’s mate. Not that Yuuji was exactly vying for the position either, shaking his head in disbelief as he waited urgently for Sukuna to renounce the joke. This patience scarcely rewarded however, when the alpha made no move to deny his words, pushing the shaken omega into taking matters into his own hands. 

“Wha-I – No!” Yuuji shouted, denial and disgust surging forth at just the idea of ever being bonded to the Ryoumen Clan Head - even as something deep, deep, deep within him perked at the unexpected proposition. In a way flattered by the attention placed upon him by the highly coveted bachelor much to his shame - Yuuji just as swift to shove that odd presence to the farthest corners of his mind in adamant refusal.  

“No?” Sukuna in turn repeated, a mix of fascination and exasperation colouring his tone – as if Yuuji’s foolishness was a tad too much for the alpha to fathom. “I don’t think you quite understand how these rules work then, brat.” Sukuna scoffed. “I found you, so it’s only right that you’re mine now.” He coolly declared, clearly unbothered by how absurd he was sounding - a complete contrast to Yuuji himself, who could only splutter angrily. 

“But-I- what about Megumi!?” Yuuji yelped, finally voicing the confusion he’d kept to himself all this time - grimacing the next second however when the guilt of using his friend’s name in his defence registered. 

“Hmm? Megumi?” A pause, reminiscent to that of a man reflecting on a long forgotten memory. Then a nod, perfunctory.

“Ahhh, you mean the Zenin boy.” Sukuna acknowledged slowly, almost offhandedly. “What about him? He’s quite the… uncooperative … one. Constantly withholding information when asked.” Sukuna expanded, scowling slightly while he relayed the blithe description of Yuuji’s friend - a motion often demonstrated by those reflecting on an irritating recollection more than anything else. 

The overall lack of interest – or desire – from the alpha towards Megumi only serving to baffle Yuuji further, since he (and practically everyone else in their kingdom) had assumed the pairing was all but official until today. The Ryoumen Clan and Zenin Clan sure acted as if that were the case, both parties somehow ignorant of Sukuna’s apparent nonchalance towards the one omega he was set to marry. Like some sick parody of the melodramatic plays Nobara so often loved to watch. 

“You have got to be kidding me…” He murmured faintly, mainly to himself at this point - rightfully distraught by the day’s increasingly bizarre revelations. But ever the sharp one, Sukuna managed to discern his hushed whispers nonetheless, snarling angrily at Yuuji’s distracted response, perhaps mistaking the omega’s befuddlement as distrust towards the integrity of his words.

“I don’t waste my time or energy on meaningless pursuits brat.” He spat in annoyance, almost a bit defensively if Yuuji were to nitpick - following the odd declaration with a sudden spike in aggression. A reaction that immediately spooked Yuuji into silence, the omega stuck watching cautiously as the male prowled forth - once again testing the boundaries.

“So…either you make this easy for yourself and come here right now brat – as you should have the moment I found you – or you continue this silly farce, and I take you by force .” Sukuna hissed, dropping all pretense of patience to instead voice the most chilling of ultimatums. Not a hint of deception or falsity - or even a slither of  cruel jest - behind his words either. 

Which perhaps was the most frightening part of it all. Since it showed the alpha had really meant what he’d said. That he would truly come for Yuuji - and in fact had already searched specifically for him - amongst the sea of omegas in the woods. Sukuna strangely dedicated to terrorising the teen now more than ever despite having spared him in their initial encounter. 

It honestly didn’t make a lick of sense. And had Yuuji known this would’ve been the case, the omega would have gladly taken the more harsh but somewhat conventional punishment at the hands of the Ryoumen Clan instead. Anything over Sukuna’s crude form of retribution, Yuuji already backing away defiantly as Sukuna levelled him with another exasperated glare. 

“Don’t you dare.” Sukuna growled, tone full of warning despite the hand reaching forth in a surprisingly lenient gesture of compromise. “I’m not usually this generous, so I would choose wisely if I were you.”

And indeed, Sukuna was not well known for his generosity, rather the opposite in fact. But at the face of false kindness masking an irreversibly horrid fate, the decision was still rather simple to make - Yuuji turning tail in an instant as he fled into the woods, his frame just barely managing to evade Sukuna’s fingers when the alpha lunged forth. 

“Fine. Option 2 it is.” He heard the fuming male snarl, the vicious declaration immediately followed by pounding footsteps as Sukuna chased right after - unrelenting in his pursuit even as Yuuji swerved between trees and leapt cross stone to escape, fear unlike ever before pumping through his veins the faster he fled. 

And though Yuuji had always been rather proud of his superior physical prowess, even he had to admit Sukuna was quite the impressive specimen. Fast, fit and powerful enough to easily keep up with the elusive omega - his capability further demonstrated when the alpha crashed aggressively against a tree in an attempt to tackle him down, Yuuji barely managing to veer left in the nick of time. 

‘He’s insane!’ Yuuji shrieked internally, sweating when he felt more than saw Sukuna creep closer - the other having recovered quickly from his stumble to resume his pursuit - Yuuji simply unable to throw the alpha off no matter what he tried. And at this rate, the odds were looking pretty good for the other man, Yuuji biting his lip as he eyed the paths available before him, none of which looked promising at all. But he couldn’t just give in, since letting Sukuna overtake him would practically be a death sentence.  

Yet just as the despair began to settle, Yuuji was struck by a bolt of inspiration - leaping boldly at a tree branch in the hopes Sukuna would instinctively rush past, providing him just enough time to dart off another direction and potentially maintain their distance. A strategy which honestly could have succeeded, had Sukuna been any other alpha.

But with the other coming from an esteemed lineage, in which frightening precision, sharp intellect and refined skills were a must, Sukuna’s reactive capabilities were not to be under-estimated - the alpha in question having documented and adapted to Yuuji’s subtle habits well enough that when the naive teen made his decisive leap for freedom, Sukuna was more than ready to grab him by his lower calf - roughly yanking Yuuji to tumble down alongside him, their bodies locked in a frenzied tussle as Yuuji frantically fought to scramble away the moment he hit the ground. 

Sukuna ultimately emerging victorious seconds later however, when he successfully manhandled Yuuji to lay caged beneath him. 

“Got you!” He hissed, locking Yuuji’s hands above his head, all while the young teen squirmed in fright and discomfort. “No, let me go! Let me go!” Yuuji screeched, twisting and turning wildly before Sukuna hit his limit, roughly gripping Yuuji by the cheeks - just as he did during that first fateful encounter - and forcing the teen to pause, both males using the opportunity to catch their breaths and stare.  

“Why…why are you doing this?” Yuuji eventually croaked, when he’d had enough of the strained ambience - averting his eyes in distress. But unsurprisingly, Sukuna chose not to deign him with a response, simply watching and thinking, as if contemplating his next words carefully. Then a chuckle, similar to that of a wretched but gleeful demon echoed across the air, chilling.  

“You’re an awfully insolent brat. Rude, idiotic and defiant to the end. Completely unappealing as an omega.” He slandered without warning, callously listing off Yuuji’s ‘apparent’ faults like one listed off the afternoon groceries. Yet, despite the harsh ridicule, the alpha’s tone remained oddly fond, baffling Yuuji with the mixed signals - and admittedly filling the teen with hope of escaping too, since Sukuna appeared to view the situation with sick amusement above all else. 

Maybe there was still a shot at escape for the young omega, should he play it smart? However, just as Yuuji opened his mouth - ready to negotiate his release and potentially apologize for their past disputes - Sukuna swiftly silenced the omega with his next few words, a sinister sneer on his face. 

“So I supposed it was due time I taught you some manners.” The alpha purred, tightening his hold on the boy’s wrist and leaning down close - their noses almost brushing from the proximity. “You obviously need a guiding hand to teach you the real value of an alpha.” He declared, offering little to no time for Yuuji to protest before he had the omega flipped onto his stomach - one hand still pinned against Yuuji’s own to keep the boy’s arms locked to the ground, while the rest of Sukuna’s body hovered above his frame, suffocating. 

This aggressive maneuver swiftly followed by a shameless inspection, Sukuna running a hand down Yuuji’s back as he brazenly breathed in his scent - the gentle but unwanted touches drawing a terrified whimper from Yuuji when he gradually processed the truth behind the alpha’s threat. Because it was clear by now to the boy, that this was no longer some cruel joke. Sukuna was serious about their union - driven by some twisted desire for revenge and perhaps even delusions of ‘ridding’ Yuuji of his disrespect. Either way, it didn’t bode well for the omega’s future, and he’d rather be dead before he ever let it happen. So as vicious as any person would be when backed into a corner, Yuuji kicked, thrashing about with every fibre of strength afforded by his caged body. 

“Get off! Get off of me, you asshole!” Yuuji screeched, tearing up however when every hit landed bounced off Sukuna like a wet rag - the alpha’s thrill at his wild but ultimately helpless display further flaming his frustrations. 

“Oh brat, you shouldn’t provoke me with such an expression.” He crooned, a sharp and almost hungry glint reflecting in his blood red eyes - as if Sukuna was just barely containing his excitement. Which in hindsight, wasn’t exactly that unbelievable, considering how much of a sadistic pervert he was - the alpha’s next few words only cementing the notion for Yuuji. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to breed you, pump you full of my seed.” 

“So proud, so stubborn, and so strong. ” Sukuna droned on, each phrase coated with more lust than the last. “The perfect mother to any pup. My pups .” He corrected; the flippant yet weighted mention of children instantly sending shivers down Yuuji’s spine as he swallowed the bile threatening to rise up his throat. Too shaken to even form words as his mind processed the confessions laid bare to him by the Ryoumen alpha.

“The elders don’t approve of course, stuck in the past and its mundane traditions as they are.” Sukuna continued, a small scowl edging onto his face the moment he touched upon the topic of his clan’s council - only to smirk when he set his gaze back onto Yuuji’s face. Mocking. “But I’m sure you, of all people, would understand.”

“You’re crazy.” Yuuji choked, unable to muster up a harsher retort in the midst of his shock.

“Crazy for you, perhaps.” Sukuna grinned, unjustly amused by the cheesy line - apparently having enough time to jest before he shifted to grip roughly at Yuuji’s pants, drawing a frightened yelp from the omega when he felt the other began tugging at the cloth.“Please…don’t.” Yuuji squeaked, craning his head to eye the alpha imploringly over his shoulder. “Please.”

But heartlessly, Sukuna paid his begging no heed, instead tearing at every inch of Yuuji’s clothing until the teen was completely bared - exposing the omega’s rotund and plump ass for the world to see. Sukuna seemingly thrilled with the newly offered view, if the satisfaction in his subsequent groan was to be trusted. 

“Fuck.” He snarled, giving Yuuji’s cheek a harsh slap – pausing shamelessly at first to admire the way the round flesh shook and rippled almost erotically from the forceful impact – before roughly seizing a handful of the omega’s quickly reddening cheeks to spread wide apart, Yuuji yelping loudly in response when he felt the cold air hit his puckered entrance. Completely mortified at the other’s emboldened actions, yet at the same time, unable to prevent his virgin hole from twitching frantically at the attention lavished its way. 

His entrance winking shyly at Sukuna and coaxing him closer as the alpha continued to inspect Yuuji’s rear calmly - desire palpable (and damn near oppressive) in the air. 

“You know…” Sukuna started, releasing Yuuji’s rear for a brief moment as he rustled about. “It was quite difficult to get my hands on this.” He flaunted, twirling an intricately designed but small bottle, between his fingers, reflective. “Poor Hanami had to work so hard to have it ready in time. But he’s always been a natural at brewing, and I do have to admit, he really outdid himself for this one. Just a single drop from this vile, and it’s enough to turn any prim little prude into the most sensitive and needy of whores.”

“I wonder how you’ll fare against it, brat.” Mused the alpha, eyes creasing as he smirked gleefully at Yuuji’s plight - teeth deftly unscrewing the bottle’s cork with a strong tug before lowering it towards Yuuji’s bared hole. The omega in question once again squirming in horror, ass clenching shamefully when he felt the cold tip of the nozzle brush up against his fat rim. 

The tight ring of muscle only able to offer the slightest bit of resistance as Yuuji tightened his hole, before ultimately yielding to the force of Sukuna’s push - Yuuji’s inside subsequently flooded with the contents of the bottle as the omega cried at the uncomfortable intrusion up his ass. 

‘He said only a drop!’ Yuuji squeaked, teeth gritting with every rush of torturous liquid filling his channel, soaking into his hot walls and spreading like a disease into his system - the effects of the brew already starting to manifest too, since Yuuji’s body rapidly began to burn up, a red tint spreading across his skin like wine, causing him to shiver. 

“My bad.” Sukuna chuckles, shaking the bottle as if to pour every last drop into Yuuji’s plump ass. Only to then mercilessly yank it out once emptied - the harsh drag of the bottleneck against his increasingly sensitive inner walls drawing a shocked squeal from Yuuji. “I’d plan to only give you a bit, but well, your slutty little hole just gobbled it all up before I knew it.” He jeered, shifting his thick thumbs to spread open Yuuji’s asscheeks once again in a crude inspection of his work - patient in the outcome that was to come.

For it was only a mere second later that Yuuji began to cry aloud - assaulted by an all too familiar churning in his gut as he squirmed about, Sukuna easing up slightly to observe his discomfort. Engrossed at the way Yuuji rolled onto his back to spread his legs - toes curling and lips panting heavily when every last brush against his skin seemed to light up his nerves like hot coal. The omega’s natural senses clearly dialled up to a hundred to stimulate his body almost maddeningly against his will, leaving Yuuji helpless as his cocklet began to stand to attention, red and twitching, while his perky nipples stiffened in an enticing display. 

One that Sukuna did not hesitate to explore, the alpha giving his tiny cocklet a curious poke, eliciting an embarrassed squeak from Yuuji as the teen attempted to curl his body inwards - shamefaced. But always the sadistic bastard, Sukuna didn’t take well to Yuuji hiding away. Ruthlessly, the alpha pried his legs open, exposing Yuuji once again before he wrapped a large hand around the teen’s length - his rough but ultimately warm touch lighting a streak of arousal up Yuuji’s spine as the teen twitched, body unable to ignore the stimulating grip despite his humiliation. Too sensitive from whatever drug Sukuna had pumped in his system. 

“I wonder…” Sukuna started, grip unwavering despite Yuuji’s efforts to squeeze his legs shut, both from discomfort and the need to escape the tingling sensation rushing to his head. “Just what is the purpose of such a small and pathetic little thing?” The alpha questioned, further playing up the undisguised taunt by digging a sharp nail into the slit of Yuuji’s cock. The teen unable to hold back his choked screech this time around as he arched his back, shocked by the painful yet pleasant ache suddenly coursing through his body. This gratifying jolt further accompanied by a wet rush from his lower half, Yuuji just barely registering the slick escaping his ass in response to the manhandling.  

“Well, no matter.” Sukuna continued, flipping the disoriented omega back onto his chest to pin against the ground. “Omegas are only good for one thing anyways. And that’s as a sweet little hole to fuck, and as a cosy little womb to breed.” He purred, strong hands swiftly moving to pull apart Yuuji’s ass cheeks in support of the crude statement, revealing the clenching ring of muscle for Sukuna to appraise with delight. Yuuji’s body releasing yet another wave of slick in frenzied desperation, too high off the hormones and drugs to stop as the omega wrestled with the prickling sensation pulsing in his gut, like a particularly bad itch just begging to be scratched.

“Hoh? Well would you look at that? You’re so wet down here.” Sukuna cackled, thumb hooking onto the edge of Yuuji’s rim to further unfurl the wet entrance. Subsequently unleashing yet another wave of slick from Yuuji’s ass as the boy yelped helplessly – at first trying to contract the exposed exit to prevent the oncoming onslaught, but ultimately failing when the liquid just wouldn’t stop escaping, his body running on instinct as it prepared to mate. 

“A liar and a whore I see. But I suppose your body is a bit more honest on what you really desire brat.” Sukuna droned on, casually tracing the edge of Yuuji’s rim before abruptly pressing his finger past the tight entrance right into the omega’s virgin hole - wiggling the digit about experimentally. 

“Ngh-no!” 

But as if roused by his cry, Sukuna merely propped another finger at his rim, working the second digit into the omega with ease, assisted traitorously by the flood of slick coating Yuuji’s insides as the omega clenched in horror - mortified at having his once untouched ass played with so shamelessly.

After all, he’d only ever toyed with his cocklet, too afraid to go further despite urges from his inner omega for more. A hesitance that was not entirely unwarranted, as the current sensation of Sukuna burrowed inside him was awfully uncomfortable. Further exacerbated when the alpha’s fingers began moving in a synchronised motion - scissoring him open. 

The wet squelches from the dirty action prompting Yuuji to sniffle in humiliation, unable to accept the lewd sounds coming from his owned ass, all while Sukuna purred in glee.

“Such a cute little hole.” He crooned lecherously before suddenly pulling back, leaving Yuuji’s entrance twitching and quivering in shock. “I don’t think I can wait any longer brat.” 

Then, without warning, the alpha wrapped his broad hands around Yuuji’s waist, hoisting the omega’s ass closer to his own hips. A heavy and thick weight landing between Yuuji’s asscheeks a second after as the teen swivelled in surprise/ eyes quickly widening in a combination of horror and arousal when he caught sight of the massive cock attached to the smug alpha. 

Sukuna completely surpassing any and all preconceptions Yuuji had regarding alphas and their…parts…His disbelief apparently a stroke of the ego to the other male, as he grinded his cock roughly into Yuuji’s ass - self-satisfied to an unbearable degree - slotting the member perfectly in between the crevice of Yuuji’s fat globe before cupping his rear to squeeze together - the action creating a wet and lewd friction that had the alpha groaning loudly. 

“Fuck!” He swore, grunting when the next thrust of his hips had his cock head catching onto Yuuji’s twitching rim - dragging across the furled entrance and nearly breaching the boy’s virgin hole then and there. The threat of such an act spurring Yuuji back from his bewildered haze as the omega tried to scramble forth - trembling in denial. 

“No! It won’t fit!” He cried, tears of frustration lining his lashes when Sukuna’s ministrations did not relent. The alpha simply digging his fingers into Yuuji’s side to haul him close as he hooked two thumbs against Yuuji’s quivering rim - puffy and covered in slick - to spread wide apart. Meticulously preparing the entrance for the large cock head that lined up against it just seconds later, the sheer thickness of the heated length against his hole stirring a deep-seated need in Yuuji that he was very much unwilling to admit. 

“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll make it fit.” Sukuna assured, prodding and circling his hole with his large member almost teasingly before mercilessly plunging his cock right into Yuuji with one brutal buck of his hips - sheathing his ridiculous length up to the base as Yuuji shrieked at the violent breach. The immense burn of being split open so suddenly and so harshly a bit too much for the omega to handle, his body convulsing as it worked desperately to accommodate the enormous cock pulsing inside him - an omega’s slick only capable of easing the process so far with how big Sukuna was in size. 

‘Ngh. It’s too much.’ Yuuji cried to himself, tongue hanging at the obscene strain on his form. ‘ I’ll break.’ And he truly meant it, Sukuna filling him up to the brim with his thick girth, and stretching him far beyond his body’s limits - Yuuji swearing to his deathbed that he could feel the alpha up in his throat, that heavy cock rearranging his very guts with the way it carved an unwavering path into his core. 

Yet, even as he tried to reject the throbbing member within him, another part of him just as vocal, hungered for more - roused by how thoroughly Sukuna reached that ache deep inside him. The feeling of the other man occupying his inner walls attributable to that of a long missing puzzle piece finally falling into place much to Yuuji’s conflict. 

Because he was certain he didn’t want this - that he didn’t want Sukuna. But the will of his mind and the responses of his own body begged to differ. And as if to spite him, his inner walls clenched frantically around Sukuna’s monstrous cock - both in an attempt to usher the length deeper inside him as much as it was to eject it. The action seemingly spurring Sukuna on as the alpha rutted.

“Fuck! So tight for me.” Sukuna snarled, voice wavering slightly at the supposed snug fit, but relishing in satisfaction nonetheless - the other settling his nose Yuuji’s hair to huff the omega’s peachy scent as the teen sniffled. His misery only further exacerbated when he felt Sukuna shift within him, the alpha adjusting his hips experimentally before casually starting with light thrusts. 

Each pump of the hip dragging his hot cock against Yuuji’s inner walls and rubbing his nerves raw, the initial pain of the breach already tapering off to be instead replaced by a rather pleasant ache to Yuuji’s utter horror. The omega biting back a mewl when Sukuna nudged against a particularly sweet spot deep within him that set his gut alight - Yuuji instinctively clamping down on the alpha’s cock in a bid to preserve the feeling despite his muted response. 

“Ah so there it is.” Sukuna murmured quietly, chuckling slyly as if privy to an especially funny joke, before suddenly sliding out - his cockhead just barely sitting at the edge of Yuuji’s swollen rim as the omega gasped, caught off guard by the sudden emptiness and even more so by the vivid disappointment that followed. 

“So greedy for me already brat.” Sukuna purred, catching on to his slip of the tongue. “But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to fill you up. Keep you filled up - bursting with my pups - once we return to the compound.”

And with not much else to say, the alpha latched onto his waist with firm hands - securely locking Yuuji into place - only to then spear him back onto his cock with an almost dizzying force. The alpha’s monstrous length plunging deep into his ass and brushing precisely against that deadly bundle of nerves - wiping Yuuji of every last coherent thought as he was assaulted overwhelmingly by a burst of pure ecstasy. The pleasure of his prostate being so aggressively struck causing the virgin omega to cum on the spot, eyes going crossed and mouth open wide in a lusty moan.

“NgAhhhhh.” He keened, undoubtedly the perfect picture of debauchery with his drooling lips and arched back. But Yuuji couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, since it just felt too good. The sensation of Sukuna’s girth once again stretching his walls upon re-entry, and repeatedly striking his sweet spot too, utterly divine - a deadly mix of pain and pleasure that was damn near addicting. Yuuji hadn’t even realised it was possible to feel so good from only his ass, and he was certain he couldn’t ever go back to simply pawing at his cocklet as he’d done in the past to finish. 

“Fucking slut. Coming from just having your ass alone.” Sukuna grunted, cruel and judging in his derision, but not once stopping in his movements either - pounding in and out of Yuuji with a wild fervour despite the teen having just undergone the best orgasm of his life. Clearly determined to send him into an overstimulation that bordered on painful.  

“Ah. I can’t! Please!” Yuuji begged, sobbing when his cocklet twitched to life, roused once more by Sukuna’s continuous and precise thrusts - the omega a bit more of a masochist than he originally thought when the alpha’s husky snarl only encouraged him to hardness faster. Sukuna driving into him at an absolutely brutal pace now, chasing only his own pleasure and uncaring of how roughly he handled Yuuji. The omega nothing but a filthy hole for him to fuck his fat cock in.

Which should have been utterly degrading - and logically Yuuji was aware of that fact - yet he still couldn’t help the shiver of lust than ran down his spine at the thought, panting heavily when he felt more than saw his once tight virgin hole grow looser with every second that passed. Sukuna’s thick cock forcing his body to acquiesce, and sliding in much easier now that it had transformed Yuuji’s very insides to serve it. 

‘Just what’s wrong with me?’ Yuuji squealed, eyes rolling up into his skull when a particularly well-angled thrust from Sukuna had him cumming once again, saliva running messily from his trembling lips that were wide open to sing aloud his pleasure. ‘ To be enjoying this!’ It was as if some depraved beast within him had been unleashed - one that he’d always perhaps recognised as a dangerous foil even at an early age - leaving the teen constantly fearful of its unsavoury influence, and of his feeble fortitude against its sinful calls. 

A doubt he was right to hold, as already, Yuuji was questioning his choice to have lived without an alpha - without this mind bending pleasure. It almost seemed foolish now that he reflected upon it - naive even - to think that his inner omega could have ever been happy with such a life. And even now, despite the complete exhaustion of his stamina from numerous orgasms, his inner omega was yet to be satiated. Still yearning for more - for further relie f from the hollow ache in his gut that it instinctively understood Sukuna could fill. 

Said alpha growing more disjointed in motion as he slowly reached his own peak as well, drawing a pitiful whine from Yuuji as he was rocked back and forth - Sukuna’s fierce rutting somehow lodging his cock even deeper into Yuuji than before, the omega’s eyes widening when he caught sight of the bulge in his stomach. His flesh having grown distended from the thick cock protruding within him - from his body molding itself to be the perfect fit for its powerful alpha. 

And perhaps, had he been more coherent, Yuuji would’ve been more concerned by the lewd display, but as of now, all the teen could muster was a weak croon - oddly aroused by just how full he felt from having the Ryoumen alpha in his gut. And almost as if he could hear Yuuji’s guilty admission - and most likely smelling the spike in his desire too  -  Sukuna snarled loudly, increasing his already punishing pace. 

“Face it brat. You were born to take cock. To serve an alpha, no…to serve me. It simply can’t be denied, not when you smell this sweet. And not when your body yearns for me this badly.” He asserted brazenly, leaving no room for refute as he rammed mercilessly into Yuuji’s prostate - determined to prove his point despite Yuuji hardly being in the right frame of mind to protest, preoccupied as he was in his pursuit of pleasure. 

Since it was obvious the omega was no longer able to reject the visceral, innate response of his body to cock - hooked like the stupid bitch in heat Sukuna claimed him to be as his own hips pushed down desperately to meet the other’s aggressive thrust. Hot walls contracting and milking the alpha’s cock for all it was worth, his own cocklet swinging wildly from the fervour of his movements! 

“NGUH! Sukuna!” He squealed, eyes rolled and half-lidded as drool escaped from his panting lips. Freed from his inhibitions, it was as if every nerve in his body was extra receptive, deepening the pleasure felt as they mated. 

“Look at you! Completely addicted to my cock!” Sukuna derided gleefully, his previously tenacious pace slowing down to a point it was almost torturous for Yuuji - who was subsequently forced to manoeuvre his body up and down the alpha’s cock on his own. Sukuna suddenly content to sit back and enjoy the lewd show of a wanton omega riding his cock - mesmerised by the way the boy’s fat ass bounced and jiggled all while his hole stretched to swallow his member.

“Heh, but omegas really are all the same…” Sukuna taunted just as Yuuji speared himself onto the alpha’s cock once more. “All it takes is a single cock to set you straight. And to think you were so defiant at first too brat.” He tutted, amusement lining his every word, though it did fall to deaf ears, Yuuji too distracted by his own sobs of frustration as his limbs began to tire - unable to maintain his efforts in riding the alpha without further support. 

“Nhg! Please! Ah!” He begged, hips twisting and turning in a futile bid to reach that place deep inside him. “Please!” 

“Hmmm? You’re going to have to be clearer with your words brat.” Sukuna requested with purposeful ignorance, dragging out his sentence. “Tell me exactly what it is that you want?” He taunted, visibly waiting for Yuuji’s undoing. 

And utterly at his wit’s end, Yuuji snapped, uncaring for the sight he made as he grabbed his own ass cheeks and spread them wide open, exposing his swollen, gaping hole while he hovered precariously above Sukuna’s throbbing cock 

“Please fuck me! Please fuck this slutty omega hole, alpha!” He cried, feeling his rim twitch pathetically at the empty sensation, unused to it all after having been filled so sweetly. “Plea-“ 

But before he could even finish his plead, Sukuna was back on top of him once more - flipping Yuuji around to lay on his back roughly before viciously driving his fat cock back into the omega. Yuuji practically keening in joy at finally getting his fill as Sukuna grunted, fuming. 

“Who do you belong to, bitch?” He snarled, following the possessive question with fierce thrusts, jostling Yuuji’s body and damn dearly puncturing the air right from his lungs. 

“Nguh! You! I belong to you, alpha!” Yuuji cried, tears streaming messily down his face when a particular rough thrust had him seeing stars. His body belonged to Sukuna now, transformed to serve his hot cock - his hole personally shaped for the powerful alpha to use as he pleased. “I’m yours!”

And like he was roused unbearably by his words, Sukuna growled before roughly smashing their lips together for a heated kiss - teeth clanking and saliva dripping as the alpha’s tongue explored his mouth. The sounds of Yuuji’s subsequent moans only overshadowed by the wet echoes of heavy balls slapping loudly against Yuuji’s round ass cheeks. 

‘I’m- I’m going to come!” Yuuji thought weakly, walls tightening around Sukuna’s cock as the alpha groaned into his lips, finally reaching his climax as well as he gave one last brutal thrust - pulling back from their kiss to smirk wildly. 

“Get pregnant bitch!” He sneered before filling Yuuji to the brim with his thick load - flooding the omega’s womb with his potent cum as the teen’s ass greedily swallowed up every last drop. Yuuji panting heavily when he too came with a cry, eyes rolled into the back of his skull at the act of being bred, all while his body twitched from pure euphoria. 

This satisfaction only further amplified when he felt Sukuna’s knot swell rapidly at its base, stretching Yuuji’s already loose hole even further as the omega squealed weakly. 

“You’re mine now.” Sukuna declared quietly, lowering himself to the omega’s scent gland and biting into the flesh with no hesitation to forever cement their union. 

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Sighing, Sukuna glanced at the fading light of the sky, frowning at how quickly the last few hours had flown by. 

‘Seems like playtime is over.’ He mused, turning to face the quivering body splayed out before him - the brat having fallen unconscious by their nth round of sex earlier on, allowing Sukuna to fuck his plump and pliant form without protest for hours before the alpha eventually tossed him to the side to bath in the after glow. 

‘Nothing beats breeding a bitch good.’ And the brat certainly was a treat, practically built to be bred on a cock. From the moment he met him, Sukuna had been itching to fuck the boy stupid - often picturing how his obscenely fat ass would look bouncing on his cock. The alpha’s desire only flamed ten fold when he realised how much of a defiant and feisty omega the boy turned out to be. 

After all, the more prideful they were, the more satisfying it was when he had them worshipping his cock - and as expected, the brat broke beautifully, Sukuna shifting his gaze to inspect his newly mated omega once again.

And laying where Sukuna last left him, Itadori Yuuji slept peacefully, uncaring of the utterly debauched sight he presented. The omega’s legs currently spread wide open to expose his greatly gaping hole for Sukuna’s close inspection. And the copious amount of cum dumped into the boy still gushing forth from his swollen entrance too without a fat knot to plug it up. 

Not that Sukuna was complaining, rather proud in fact of the endless waves of potent seed he’d poured directly into the brat’s womb. There was simply no way the boy wouldn’t be pregnant after all of that. And honestly, just the thought of the omega swollen with his pups had his cock twitching once more, tempted to fuck the brat again just to make sure. But alas, time was against them, The Hunt nearing its end. 

It would be rude to keep his clan waiting any longer, he mocked with a sneer. So languidly, Sukuna located his strewn clothes, wearing just enough of it to keep his frame covered, before wrapping the remainder around his brat -  lifting the boy into his arms and swiftly making his way back to the starting grounds. 

There was still much fun to be had with the brat once they returned to the clan compound after all.