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Sukuna has been scrolling on his phone for hours, looking to find an outlet to the persistent urge that woke him up in the dead of the night in the first place. He's been feeding into it with nothing but his fist and he's been growing restless. The air grew humid and dull, and Sukuna lay sweating on his bed, twisted sheets holding buds of sweat as Sukuna lounged lazily staring at the bright colours on his screen.
Pictures of holes, stretched open for the camera don't satisfy him anymore. Butt plugs make him wince, every colour and shape making him cringe harder as he scrolls faster, praying to find something worthwhile to get off to. Nude bodies blend together and suddenly Sukuna doesn't find anything appealing anymore. Not when he had his little brother dangle his bare legs at the dinner table to look at earlier tonight. Not when the kid doesn't wear any of his proper clothes anymore; shirts too small, too tight. Shorts or tights, tits always hanging, nipples peeking through the thin fabric, perked up and baiting him.
Sukuna always had to tone it down around his brother. His mother fed up with how crude he gets, how nasty and mean he can be to Yuuji. Kaori says Yuuji’s still a child, but his tits are showing and if he wants to be a real boy so bad, he has to hide them if he wants to look like one. That same argument causing a yelling match at their dinner table too often, and Sukuna can't bring himself to stop, to be nicer to his baby brother. Because if he stops being hateful, if he doesn't spit venom in Yuuji’s direction about his body then he'll end up ogling at him like a drooling mutt.
So he takes it out on his cock instead. Every night, all alone in his sad excuse of a bedroom, replaying glances and peeks he’s taken at Yuuji from across the table.
He's sick. But it wasn't his fault Yuuji was so tempting. Wasn't his fault Yuuji dressed like a slut, either.
He almost starts masturbating at the mere memory of Yuuji again, furious and determined to find his release and get as many hours of sleep he can get at this hour. But he decides to filter his search for newly created accounts as a last ditch effort— specifically looking for accounts with no age visible in their descriptions.
Most of them are tame. Bored, little things looking for new followers, desperate and naive, posting shaky pictures of their chests, their tiny waists, shyly showing skin, too scared to show more and be recognised. Sukuna almost messages one of them, contemplating toying with them, poke too many questions at the “freshly 18” written in their bio and scare them off. He’s gotten off to scaring kids off the internet before, getting to their heads and scaring them away, deleting their accounts on the spot because a scary man lied about knowing exactly where they lived.
Kids were fun to toy with and scare. Sukuna admits it’d be ten times the fun to have them scared under him, where he can see their trembling lips and teary eyes, look prettier too. But a few texts will do for now.
And this one was definitely a child.
The lack of age displayed caught Sukuna’s eye almost immediately.
From the way he types, to the pastel profile, the cute username, it seeped of innocence, and the corniness of a middle schooler. The little thing —lamb, such a delicious name— was desperate for attention, but he asks for it so sweetly. His posted pictures are very few, barely showing much skin, almost teasing. His replies were late and rare, living up to the shyness he promised in his description.
Sukuna quite likes that. He likes them cute, fresh.
Sukuna’s eyes ghost back up to lamb’s bio again. “Looking for his butcher”. It was almost as if he was calling out specifically for him. Sukuna savours the sight of the trans flag there too. So the little brat was hiding a pussy…
For a little kid, lamb sure knew how to tease a man like Sukuna. The lack of pictures, any hints as to what that little boy looks like, any hints of what kinks he had, what drives him to be on twitter of all platforms. It was driving Sukuna mad. The boy was clearly too shy for Sukuna to text him out of the blue. He needs to warm his knife up if he wants a lamb to come closer.
Scrolling to a recent post, he clicks on lamb’s latest tweet; a picture of him in a thin, lace collar. The white bow at the centre very similar to the ones he finds atop little girl’s cotton underwear.
Sukuna wonders if the boy wore a matching bow on his underwear when he took that picture.
The thought makes his cock throb in his hand as he types a reply to the picture.
That kid better answer soon and quit his shy act fast. Sukuna wasn't risking blue balls, not that late in the night.
Yuuji’s fingers are trembling so hard as he holds his phone, bright light bursting from his phone screen and burning his eyes as he hides under his sheets, curled up on his bed and soaking in the flickering light, star struck with the little attention he's been getting since creating his account.
He feels like a total freak. A dirty, shameful little freak.
He’d made the account on a whim, fuelled by a lonely ache he couldn't knock off. He's been tormented with a restlessness that made his skin feel too tight. He dressed tighter to choke it out of him, he looked at Sukuna for longer to let him occupy his every thought, every desire. But the guilt ate at him quicker than loneliness ever could and he had to stop. With his dad barely present in his life safe for the violence he wrecked their house with before leaving, leaving it feeling so big and quiet, the internet was the only place that felt loud enough to drown out his thoughts. Especially the thoughts about him.
Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut, a hot flush creeping up his neck. He shouldn't be thinking about Sukuna like that. Sukuna was his older brother—scary, cool, and completely out of reach Sukuna. Sukuna who barely looked at him at the dinner table, and when he did, his eyes were so sharp and heavy Yuuji felt like he was being dissected, torn apart and shredded. The crush was a stupid, childish thing, a heavy weight in Yuuji’s chest that he tried to offload onto this secret profile. It had been a silly crush, a hero worship of sorts that Yuuji’s had ever since he could remember. A yearning that persisted even after Sukuna left for college, remained even when his brother dropped out and come back a different man. Crueller, harsher, much like their father. If Yuuji could just get a stranger to look at him, maybe he’d stop wanting Sukuna to do it.
Maybe he'd stop wanting Sukuna so bad. Maybe the guilt would stop chipping away at him. If he could get another guy to fuck him he wouldn't be a freak anymore.
He hadn't even posted anything bad! Just a few pictures of his waist—shyly half hidden by his shirt— his collarbone, a close shot of his knees framed by his skirt...just innocent snippets. He’d already gotten a handful of replies, light praise and genuine compliments and they already meant the world to Yuuji and his lonely heart in the middle of the night. So tonight he’d been braver. A ribbon around his neck, shirt unbuttoned, caption bolder. It was just a lace collar he’d bought secretly at the mall, tucked away in the bottom of his drawer between his panties.
He’d been scrolling his feed for more inspiration on what to post next when that notification tore his gaze from his mindless scrolling and blew his eyes wide open. Yuuji’s heart jumps in his throat. It can't be who he thinks it is, surely…
@curseking replied to your Tweet.
He recognises the handle immediately. Everyone on NSFW twitter knows the Butcher. He’s the kind of account Yuuji usually avoids, scrolling past them quickly, his heart hammering because the man sounds so mean, so dominant, so... hungry.
Yuuji grabs his teddy bear, hiding behind the fluffy thing as he peeks at his screen, breath catching, as if fearing the man might jump through the screen and bite him. He reads the reply hesitantly.
A bell. The word makes Yuuji’s tummy flip. He can almost feel it—the cool weight of a little silver bell resting against his skin, chiming every time he moved, every time he breathed. It’s so embarrassing. Where ever he went, people hearing him before seeing him, expecting a little ding! With every hop, every skip. The bell ringing endlessly as curseking rocks into him…
Yuuji gasps behind bear’s head, face flushing as he shakes his head so fast it hurts. It’s so taboo. He feels like a schoolgirl with her first crush, giddy and lightheaded, kicking his feet under the covers as he bites his lip, trying to think of what to say without embarrassing himself, trying to appear older, desperate to keep the man around.
He shouldn't reply. He should close the app and go to sleep. It's getting late and he has school tomorrow, Sukuna’s driving him. He doesn't want to make him angry…But his thumbs are already moving, sliding over the keyboard. He wants the Butcher to keep looking at him. Didn't he post that picture to be looked at? Admired?
He hits send and tosses the phone onto the pillow, squealing and hiding his face in bear’s paws. He’s shaking, trembling and rubbing his feet together to ease his nerves. He feels watched despite being all alone in the dead of the night. He can swear that bloodshot dark eye in the Butcher’s profile was staring at him right through the screen and into his bedroom, sneering at him.
“Stupid, stupid…” he whispers to himself, looking at bear accusingly, “He probably thinks I’m a kid and won't reply to me anymore… way to blow it off, genius.”
The reply takes a while, but sure enough it comes. Yuuji jumps out of his skin, scrambling for his phone and holding back a whimper as he reads.
Yuuji lets out a tiny, stifled squeak into his pillow. Everyone? No, no, no, he couldn't handle that. He’s a good boy, a shy boy. He wants to be hidden, tucked away from the world where only one person can find him. He thinks of Sukuna’s heavy footsteps in the hallway outside his door and a shiver of pure, unadulterated heat zips down his spine.
The thought of his brother doesn't ebb away at his arousal as it should. Yuuji only squeezes his legs tighter.
His fingers fly across the screen, his typing frantic and messy, his chest heaving with a mix of fear and a strange, bubbling excitement. It makes way for him to be bolder
He pauses, his heart racing, heat pooling in his stomach sparking a feeling of bratty bravery.
He stares at his replied tweet, pulse thrumming in his fingertips. He’s playing with fire, poking at a man who calls himself a Butcher, known for his brash attitude and cruelty, and handling it with so much sweetness that he called him a pretty lamb… little thing…
For the first time all night, the crushing weight of his unbearable ache for his brother feels just a little bit lighter—replaced by the terrifying, delicious thrill of being hunted by a stranger.
As the heat in his stomach stops stirring and settles, Yuuji’s head clears enough to register how long it's been since he's been staring at his phone with absolutely no reply back. Yuuji’s stomach churns. Was his response too bold? Had he spoken too soon? Did the Butcher not like how he spoke to him? This was the reason Yuuji avoided those accounts. The men behind them, albeit hot and attractive and exactly what Yuuji looks for in a dom, they were too harsh to start a conversation with, too hard for Yuuji to trust. And now, when he had a chance to finally find a dom that didn't ask him too many questions about his name and age, a dom that spoke down to his level, treated him like a little, sweet pet, Yuuji managed to fuck it up in less than a minute. Great.
Yuuji feels the tears burn behind his eyes, hot and eager to escape and feed into his misery. Just when Yuuji thought he had a night to get off instead of cry alone again…
“H-Huh…?”
Yuuji lifts his head to the sound of a message notification. He checks his requests, full of bots, small accounts looking for a follow back, and creepy men mocking his fear and shyness of texting first, to find that at the top of them—
Yuuji’s heart skips. He can feel it pounding out of his ribcage, crawling up his throat. He deemed their back and forth replies a bit successful, but to get a text? From the Butcher?
Amongst taboo and trauma kink circles, big accounts like this were popular. Everyone wanted a piece of them, desperate and horny enough to message people like the Butcher daily. He was a mystery in that space. He doesn't follow anyone, barely interacts under replies, and when he posts a tweet or a rare picture, it gains traction fast, gaining thousands of likes and retweets in under in hour. His demeanour was cold, his voice rich and deep, his groans gravely, sighs velvety smooth. And he was mean, crude and harsh and demanding. He scared Yuuji, he always avoided him, afraid he'd embarrass himself or be made the laughing stock of NSFW twitter for the next few days.
But their conversation went… surprisingly well. For someone known to be mean and overbearing, the Butcher seemed to understand Yuuji’s needs and persona perfectly. He knew to speak gently, to use the softest of names, to give the illusion of a choice, treat him like a silly, little thing. Yuuji hates himself for how bad he wants him.
Despite his constant running away from the likes of the Butcher and the Butcher himself, it feels almost too easy accepting that message request. Yuuji took one good look at all the flashing red flags, all the bright warning signs and walked right in.
He buries himself deeper under the duvet and prays his little giggles don't wake his mother and brother up.
Especially not Sukuna… he would make it Yuuji’s problem if he looses sleep because of his stupid squeaks. What would he say if he saw Yuuji right now? What would he think of having a freak, sex crazed, slut for a little brother? Would he be disgusted or intrigued? Would it finally confirm all the names he's been calling Yuuji? Would he rip his clothes and beat him up like his father? Call him a fairy, a sack of dirt and leave imprints all over his skin in the shape of his hand? What would his punishment be like, would it bring nostalgia or a relief of trying something new, something that reminds him of Sukuna and Sukuna only?
Fuck, he's pathetic. Of course he’d be disgusted, why would his brother want him? He was the incestuous freak in the family. His thoughts keep circling back to Sukuna while he is literally texting another man to distract himself. So much for moving on. Yuuji starts to panic, could swear he can hear footsteps outside his door. Everything is creaking, his breath is too loud, his body too hot. He can't have Sukuna go through his phone. It’d kill him, Yuuji knows the threat can extend beyond a figure of speech. He should stop thinking too much about it anyway, he's driving himself mad. He was already doing this to get over him and using an older guy to knock some sense into his head.
Or pussy really, whichever the Butcher prefers. Yuuji is desperate. He was told a hot guy wants him on a leash, he’s got bigger things to deal with and that sounds like everything he's ever wanted. Sue him.
Too easy.
He did expect a fast reply, but one so immediate this late at night made lamb look extra adorable. It was a school night, which meant this kid was staying up late way past his bedtime to talk to him. He was already corrupting that little thing and it made a sick feeling of power twist in his gut and leak out of his cock.
The emoticon’s were endearing, highlighting just how young lamb was… Sukuna wasn't complaining. He's always sounded like a creep and he wasn't letting that reputation go anytime soon, but he did mean it when he didn't want to scare that lamb off.
The idea of that little boy wanting to look cute for attention made Sukuna’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Already his stomach was burning with jealousy and his grip around his cock tightened. He exhales sharply, annoyed that he wasn't the only one to see that picture. If he plans on keeping that kid, he’ll have to establish a rule or ten. Why would he need to dress up to look cute for anyone other than Sukuna?
He knows he's being too much, but he hasn't met someone that adorably innocent and so sickeningly naive on twitter before. He was clutching at him like a man holding on to treasure he's been searching for all his youth. Perverts like him littered twitter, and if he doesn't make the boy get too attached fast, he'll lose him to another guy worth shit. All because he couldn't hold back on his dire need to claim that kid on the spot. He needs to be sweet, even if his face sours at the thought of it.
A shepherd… Sukuna didn't think he'd find himself laughing while flirting with a little boy, hand pumping his dick. The poor thing really was naive, a gullible and maybe even stupid little thing. Sukuna liked them a little slow, made it easier for him to break them, easier to leave them a babbling mess, faster to fuck stupid.
God, he wants him. He can let him know, just a little.
The kid takes a while to reply, and Sukuna can make a solid assumption that he did well with a little possessiveness. He can picture tiny feet kicking under a large duvet, giggles at the screen, and a little wet cunnie all because Sukuna wants him all greedily for himself.
Kids were so easy.
There was something sweet about this kid, a childishness so light and scared. Sukuna could already tell lamb had a dead beat father because of where he sought his lost affections in dirty men online. But now Sukuna was sure that lamb could have a few bruises on his pale soft skin. Fuck, that makes him even harder, pushing him to the edge with images of that trembling little thing under him, taking his smacks and begging for more, the words dad, daddy, slipping out like accidental whimpers. The pain feels so nostalgic, so much like their daddy, but it's Sukuna’s cock that they crave too.
And beneath it all in the haze of beating, fucking, and picking apart a little boy, Sukuna grabs at a tiny waist and buries himself in soft pink strands of hair…
Sukuna groans as he cums all over his hand, fat sticky globs shooting from his dick and into his palm. His cock throbs and balls tighten, burning up the sharper he rubs under the tip, thumbing at his spilling seed. He's lightheaded with pleasure, so thankful for that sweet little lamb and for that stranger dead beat father for beating him a couple times. He just made things so much easier for Sukuna.
A few reassurances are too easy. Sukuna doesn't have to lie, and doesn't hold back too much. Not when the kid rushed to the first opportunity to call Sukuna daddy, talk about himself in third person already…. a right treat. It seems like Sukuna barely has to do any work, the boy will strip himself down to the bone on Sukuna’s board. Fuck, would it be too early to ask how wet his little cunt was after speaking to daddy?
“Sukuna! Wake up!”
Kaori’s loud banging on his door snaps him out of any rash decision he was about to take, pulling him from the glow of a late night orgasm.
“You’re driving Yuuji to school.”
She knows better than entering his room and leaves him alone, but any chance of blowing off another load to lamb’s texts flies out the window. He has to see Yuuji soon. He has bigger issues to attend to.
At least Yuuji’s thighs are shut tight together at the breakfast table when Sukuna comes down, only dressed from the waist down in stained sweats. One less slut to worry about today, he’ll be thinking about lamb’s spread flesh for him all day instead.
Yuuji’s silent on the ride to school, squirmy as ever but quiet. It leaves Sukuna with all the room to imagine how lamb would sound like when he finally captures him, chokes her on his cock. They sound eerily similar to noises he heard from his father’s violent nights. Sukuna just couldn't remember if it was him or his brother under him, taking it.
They both bruised the same.