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“You want to die a virgin?” Nobara’s voice cut through the chatter of the bar as she slammed her glass onto the wooden table. The sound made Yuji flinch, though it was almost drowned out by the noise of the crowded room – voices overlapping, laughter spilling over from nearby tables, the clinking of glasses. None of it helped to ease the tension building inside him.
Yuji shifted awkwardly in his seat, his palms sweating. “It’s – it’s not like that,” he stammered, trying to find the words. “It’s just, you know, with work and everything...”
Nobara narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed. She leaned in closer, her gaze intense, as if daring him to continue with his excuse. “Don’t give me that crap again, Itadori,” she said, taking a long gulp of her drink before slamming it down harder this time, making the table shake. “We all have work, we have the same job but somehow, you’re the only one who acts like dating is some impossible mission. There’s something you’re not telling us.”
Yuji froze, his heart pounding. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” Nobara huffed, looking him up and down as if studying him for cracks in his defenses. “I have perfect match-making abilities,” she declared, her tone a strange mix of frustration and pride. “But no matter what I try, I can never get you to talk to anyone. Not even when someone’s clearly interested. And don’t act like you’re some kind of saint either– ” She paused, her eyes narrowing as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “I’ve seen your search history, Itadori.”
The blood drained from Yuji’s face, and his stomach did a nervous flip. How much did she know?
Megumi, sitting across from them, had been quietly observing the whole exchange, his expression unreadable. But now he stepped in, his calm voice cutting through the tension. “Kugisaki, I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight,” he said, reaching out and gently taking her wrist, lowering her hand that was still pointed at Yuji like a weapon.
Nobara rolled her eyes but didn’t resist, leaning back into her chair with an exasperated sigh. “Fine,” she muttered, but her eyes never left Yuji, still scrutinizing him. “But you know I’m right. You’re hiding something. I’m not wrong about this.”
Yuji could feel her words piercing through him like a needle, and he swallowed hard, unable to shake the knot tightening in his chest.
“You know what? It’s none of your business anyway.” Yuji’s voice was low but firm as he pushed back his chair and stood up abruptly, the legs scraping against the floor. His half-finished drink sat abandoned on the table, condensation dripping down the glass as if mirroring the tension in the air. He didn’t look at Nobara, didn’t even glance at the others as he gathered his jacket from the back of his chair.
“I’m going home,” he said flatly, the finality in his tone cutting through the noise of the bar. Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and headed toward the door, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Wait, Yuji, I– ” Nobara called after him, her voice breaking through the din of the crowded room. She reached out instinctively, but her words hung in the air, unfinished, as Yuji continued walking, his back to her. He didn’t stop, didn’t even turn around to acknowledge her.
“Why won’t you tell them the truth?” Sukuna’s voice was both a whisper and a growl in Yuji’s mind, a familiar presence that was always comforting.
Yuji lay sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his head still swimming from the alcohol and the whirlwind of emotions Nobara’s interrogation had stirred up. The room was dim, shadows creeping along the walls, and the faint glow from the streetlights outside cast a soft, orange hue through the window. He let out a deep sigh, shifting slightly on the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion.
“We’ve been through this before,” Yuji said, his voice tired, almost defeated. “I know it sounds cliché, but… they wouldn’t understand. Not really. Not us.”
Sukuna’s chuckle echoed inside him, amused. “They’re going to figure it out eventually,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with a dangerous edge. “They’re not that stupid.”
Yuji turned his head, looking out the window, watching as the leaves on the trees outside swayed gently in the night breeze. His mind wandered for a moment, thinking of Megumi, Nobara – their faces, their loyalty, and how complicated it would be if they knew. They were his friends, yes, but this… this was different. Sukuna wasn’t just some normal relationship he could explain over drinks at a bar.
“Maybe,” Yuji murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but why do you care so much about this, anyway?” There was a hint of vulnerability in his question, as if part of him genuinely wondered what it meant to Sukuna. For all his power and arrogance, for all the times Sukuna had claimed not to care about anything but domination and destruction, Yuji had known that there was something deeper, something more in how Sukuna treated him.
Sukuna’s response was quick, almost possessive. “I’d just like them to know that you’re mine.”
The words sent a strange warmth through Yuji’s chest. He smiled softly, closing his eyes as he sank further into the mattress. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his body relaxing as the weight of those words settled over him like a blanket.
Suddenly, the world around him shifted, as it always did when Sukuna pulled him into his domain. He felt as if he were falling through darkness, weightless, until his feet touched down with a quiet splash, the familiar chill of the space washing over him. The eerie, dark water rippled around his ankles as Yuji gazed up to Sukuna’s shrine, but Yuji didn’t have time to process it.
He didn’t need to.
Before any thoughts could form, Sukuna was there, moving with the same intensity that colored his words. He didn’t have to wait or ask. His hand slid to Yuji’s neck, firm but not rough, guiding him closer as their lips met in a hungry kiss. The outside world faded, leaving only the feeling of Sukuna’s mouth on his.
Yuji’s hands found Sukuna’s chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his touch, grounding him in the moment. The kiss deepened, a silent exchange of everything they couldn’t put into words.
He didn’t exactly know how their relationship became like… this. He guessed that by being together every moment of every day for years, this was bound to happen. Inevitable. Fate. It didn't really matter.
Without a word, Sukuna took a step forward, his fingers already reaching for the hem of Yuji's shirt. Yuji lifted his arms obediently as Sukuna peeled the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside. His hands lingered on Yuji's bare skin, tracing the contours of his muscles with a slow, deliberate touch. Each glide of Sukuna's fingertips sent shivers down Yuji's spine, awakening every nerve ending.
“On your knees.” Sukuna commanded, and Yuji was already sinking down – no one else could ever make him obey like this. He wrapped his fingers around Sukuna’s length and licked his lips, ready to take the head into his mouth, when Sukuna grabbed his hair, forcing Yuji to look up to him. Yuji winced at the sensation, but kept his gaze up.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Sukuna said softly, then guided Yuji’s lips back to his cock.
Yuji couldn’t help but smile before taking Sukuna’s whole length into his mouth, swallowing it down in one go. He moved his head up and down on Sukuna’s shaft, taking him down his throat each time, and then slowly letting it slide back out of his mouth. He licked around it, feeling every vein, every ridge with his tongue.
Sukuna tightened his grip in Yuji's hair and pulled his lips of his cock, a thin string of saliva still connecting them.
"Lay down," Sukuna said, his voice low and husky.
Yuji obeyed, stretching out on the quilt of the shrine, his eyes never leaving Sukuna's. With practiced ease, Sukuna hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Yuji's jeans and slowly tugged them down, revealing the taut planes of his abdomen before continuing lower. Yuji's breath hitched as Sukuna's fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, inching closer to his growing hard-on.
Sukuna paused, his fingers teasing just above Yuji's erection, making him squirm with need. "Tell me what you want," Sukuna commanded, his voice dripping with authority.
Yuji swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me."
Sukuna's lips curved into a knowing smile as he dipped his fingers lower, circling the base of Yuji's throbbing cock. "Beg for it, then," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Yuji's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "Please, Sukuna... I need you."
Sukuna gathered the precum from Yuji’s leaking cock. Slowly, deliberately, he spread the slick substance over his own fingers. Yuji lifted his legs up towards his chest on instinct.
Sukuna's fingers moved with purpose, pressing firmly against Yuji's entrance. He didn't wait for Yuji to adjust, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with a steady pressure. Yuji whimpered, his hips lifting in response to the intrusion. Sukuna leaned over him, his free hand cupping Yuji's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.
Yuji's eyes fluttered closed, but Sukuna's grip tightened, holding his chin steady. "Open your eyes, brat.”
Reluctantly, Yuji obeyed, his vision blurring with tears of pleasure as Sukuna let go of his jaw. Sukuna's two fingers were deep inside him now, pressing against his prostate with unerring accuracy. Each stroke made Yuji's breath hitch, his body arching in involuntary response. Sukuna's thumb circled lazily around the head of Yuji's cock, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
"You like that, don't you?" Sukuna asked while adding a third finger, "Hitting that sweet spot inside you... making you crave more."
Yuji could only nod, his words lost in the haze of desire. Sukuna's fingers began to move faster, curling inward to brush against his prostate with each thrust. The pressure built quickly, a storm of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Yuji's hips bucked wildly, trying to chase the sensations, but Sukuna's grip held him steady.
“Sukuna… please let me–” Yuji begged.
"Not yet," Sukuna warned, his tone allowing no disobedience. "You'll come when I say you can."
Yuji whimpered, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. Sukuna's fingers continued their relentless assault on his prostate, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge. The space was filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths, the slick slide of flesh, and Yuji’s desperate moans.
Yuji’s cock pulsed with precum, the fluid leaking steadily from the tip. Sukuna smeared it along the length of Yuji's shaft, his movements almost lazy, as if savoring the moment.
"You're doing so good," Sukuna whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Yuji's parted lips. "Just a little more..."
His fingers resumed their rhythmic movements, driving Yuji to the brink once again. This time, there was no stopping the wave of ecstasy that crashed over him. Yuji's body shook violently, his release spilling over Sukuna's fingers in hot bursts. He cried out Sukuna's name, his voice raw with desperation.
Sukuna withdrew his fingers slowly, watching as Yuji's body continued to shudder with aftershocks. His other hand let go of Yuji’s pulsing cock. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the cum off, his eyes never leaving Yuji's.
"That's it." Sukuna murmured, his voice soothing. “Get on your stomach.”
Yuji obeyed, lifting his hips up as he lay down on his front. Sukuna's hands gripped Yuji's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Yuji could feel the intensity of Sukuna's desire in every tug and pull, the way his nails scraped against his skin, leaving behind a trail of tingling warmth. The space was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the bone walls as Sukuna positioned himself behind Yuji.
"Ready?" Sukuna asked, his voice dark, sending shivers down Yuji's spine.
Yuji nodded, his breath hitching as he anticipated the sensation. He felt Sukuna's cock pressing against his entrance, the heat pulsing through. With one swift motion, Sukuna thrusted inside him, filling him completely. Yuji cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet space, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a thrill through both of them.
Sukuna started slow, his strokes measured and deliberate, each movement calculated to drive Yuji wild. He pulled Yuji's peach hair, the strands slipping through his fingers like silk, guiding his head back and forcing him to look up. Yuji's glazed over eyes met Sukuna's, the fire in them reflecting his own desperation.
"Look at me." Sukuna commanded, his grip tightening.
Yuji moaned, his body trembling under Sukuna's relentless movements. He could feel every ridge of Sukuna's cock, the way it pressed against his prostate with flawless accuracy. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, making his toes curl and his muscles clench.
Sukuna's thrusts grew harder, faster, his hips snapping against Yuji's ass with a force that left no doubt about his urgency. He leaned over Yuji, his chest pressing against his back, his breath hot against his ear. "You like that, don't you?" Sukuna whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Yuji's only response was a guttural groan, his vocal cords too overwhelmed by sensation to form words as he drooled onto the sheets. His mind was a haze of lust, his thoughts consumed by the pleasure Sukuna was inflicting on him. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his abdomen growing with each thrust.
Sukuna brought one hand down to Yuji's pink cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Yuji's entire body tensed, his vision going white as he neared the edge. "That's it," Sukuna murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Come for me."
With a scream that tore from his throat, Yuji came, his release flooding over Sukuna's hand in warm pulses. The sensation of his orgasm rocked through him, his body spasming uncontrollably as Sukuna continued to fuck him through it.
Sukuna's pace didn't falter, if anything, it increased, his movements more frantic as he neared his own climax. He pushed Yuji's face into the pillow, muffling his cries, and pounded into him with abandon. "Fuck,” Sukuna gasped, his voice strained. "Such a good boy."
Yuji could feel Sukuna's cock twitching inside him, the telltale sign of his impending orgasm. With one final thrust, Sukuna spilled himself deep inside Yuji, his body shuddering with the force of his release. They both collapsed, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat.
As they lay there, entangled and exhausted, Sukuna's hand gently caressed Yuji's back, the touch soothing and tender.
"You okay?" Sukuna asked, his voice softer now, filled with concern.
Yuji nodded, turning his head slightly to meet Sukuna's gaze. "Yeah... I love you." He smiled, his voice was hoarse, the words barely a whisper.
Sukuna smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Yuji's shoulder. "I love you," he said, his lips brushing against his skin.