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The first thing Yuji felt when his eyes blinked open was warmth. Heavy, unrelenting warmth pressing against his back. The second thing he noticed was movement—subtle, steady, almost rhythmic.
His breath hitched. Sukuna was pressed flush against him, body solid, radiating heat like a furnace. And Sukuna was moving. Rubbing against him. Slowly, deliberately.
Yuji’s face flared crimson. Is he—?!
Before Yuji could shift away, he realized something else: Sukuna’s hand. Somehow, during the night, it had slipped beneath his shirt, palm wide and heavy against Yuji’s chest. The tips of his fingers rested just below his collarbone, thumb brushing faintly over the skin as though he’d been doing it unconsciously in his sleep.
Yuji’s heart raced so violently he was sure it would wake Sukuna. His whole body tensed, torn between jerking away and staying frozen, pretending he was still asleep. What do I do? What do I do?
A low sound—half groan, half chuckle—rumbled against his ear. “Awake already, brat?” Sukuna’s voice was thick with sleep but edged with amusement. His breath was warm, ghosting against Yuji’s neck.
Yuji swallowed hard. “Y-you… your hand…”
“Oh?” Sukuna flexed his fingers deliberately, sliding his palm a little lower across Yuji’s chest. “This hand?” His tone was mocking, lazy, like he’d been caught red-handed and didn’t care at all.
Yuji shivered, heat rushing through him. “Y-you can’t just—”
Sukuna pressed closer, grinding his hips just enough that Yuji felt it, unmistakable and real. His lips brushed Yuji’s shoulder in a slow kiss. “I can do whatever I want.”
Yuji’s throat tightened, caught between panic and something shamefully close to curiosity. Why does my body feel… weird?
* * *
Yuji tried to suck in a breath, but it came out shaky, trembling. Sukuna’s hand moved deliberately now, no longer a sleepy accident—his palm flattening against Yuji’s chest, fingers spreading wider, thumb brushing over the curve of his pec as if testing the texture of his skin.
Yuji jolted, heat shooting through him. “S-Sukuna—!”
“Mm.” Sukuna’s hum vibrated against Yuji’s back as he massaged slowly, kneading the muscle beneath his palm. “Soft,” he drawled, low and satisfied. “Didn’t think you’d be this sensitive.”
“I’m not—!” Yuji protested, but the words cracked, betraying him. His face was burning, his body stiff as a board even as Sukuna’s fingers pressed firmer, circling and dragging across his chest in a steady rhythm. Every touch sent sparks racing through nerves Yuji didn’t even know existed.
Sukuna leaned in, lips brushing the back of Yuji’s ear. “Then why are you squirming?” he whispered, hot breath sending shivers down Yuji’s spine. “Why are you shaking?”
Yuji squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the blanket so hard his knuckles whitened. “I—I don’t know!” he blurted, voice raw, confused. Why does it feel like this? Why can’t I move?
Sukuna chuckled, low and cruel, his hand continuing to knead and tease Yuji’s chest. “Pathetic. You’ve never even been touched like this, have you?”
Yuji’s throat closed up, but his silence was answer enough.
Sukuna’s smirk was audible in his tone. “Thought so.” His hand pinched lightly, just enough to make Yuji gasp.
His heart hammered wildly. His body was betraying him—every nerve buzzing under Sukuna’s palm, shame and heat tangled together in a way that left him utterly confused. Am I supposed to hate this… or…?
Sukuna’s hand was relentless, kneading, teasing, every movement deliberate. Then, as if he’d grown bored of the slow rhythm, his palm dragged lower—sliding down over Yuji’s stomach, fingers toying with the hem of his sweatpants.
Yuji gasped, his whole body jerking. “S-Sukuna—!”
“What?” Sukuna’s voice was a low purr against his ear, mocking yet patient, like he was coaxing a reaction. “You going to tell me to stop?”
Yuji’s throat locked. His lips parted, but no words came. The heat in his chest was nothing compared to the fire blooming lower, deep in his stomach, spreading fast.
Sukuna chuckled darkly. “That silence says everything.” His fingers brushed deliberately over the waistband, tugging it down just a fraction before letting it snap back into place.
Yuji’s body burned, shame twisting through him. Why there? Why does it feel so— His thoughts shattered when Sukuna pressed closer, his hips grinding against Yuji’s backside in a slow, unmistakable roll.
Yuji’s breath hitched violently. The heat between his legs flared, sharp and undeniable now. He clenched the sheets tighter, his voice breaking. “I—I feel… hot—”
Sukuna’s smirk curled against his neck, lips grazing his skin. “Good. You should.” His hand stroked over Yuji’s stomach again, fingers dipping lower, just shy of where Yuji’s body ached the most. “That’s your body learning who it belongs to.”
Yuji whimpered, torn between fear and a shameful rush of pleasure he didn’t know how to handle. His whole body trembled, the heat pooling between his thighs unbearable, confusing, impossible to ignore.
Sukuna’s voice was a whisper now, low and taunting, as his thumb toyed with the edge of Yuji’s pants. “Do you want me to show you more… or are you too much of a coward to admit it?”
* * *
Yuji’s breath came in sharp, uneven pulls, every nerve on fire. His fists clenched around the sheets until the fabric threatened to tear. He wanted to push Sukuna away, to say stop—but instead, without realizing, his body arched ever so slightly into the warmth of Sukuna’s palm.
The realization made his stomach drop. No—what am I doing? Why did I move closer?
Sukuna felt it instantly. Of course he did. A low chuckle rumbled against Yuji’s back, smug and amused. “See? Even when your mouth refuses, your body tells me the truth.” His fingers traced lower, teasing but not quite giving in. “You’re curious. Hungry, even.”
Yuji shook his head furiously, his voice trembling. “I-I’m not—! I don’t know what’s happening—”
Sukuna kissed the side of his neck, slow and lingering. “Shhh.” His tone softened, though it was no less intoxicating. “I can stop, brat. Right now. If you really don’t like it.”
The words hung heavy in the silence.
Yuji’s chest heaved, his lips parted to answer—tell him to stop, tell him you hate this—but nothing came. Instead, his body betrayed him again, his thighs pressing together instinctively against the unbearable heat growing between them.
Sukuna’s grin widened. “That’s what I thought.” He pressed another kiss to Yuji’s neck, softer this time, almost tender. “You won’t say it because you don’t want me to stop.”
Yuji’s face burned hotter than ever, shame and desire tangling until he couldn’t tell them apart. He’s wrong. He has to be wrong. But… then why can’t I say it?
Sukuna’s hand stroked once more over his stomach, fingers spreading wide, so close it made Yuji’s entire body tense in anticipation. “I’ll only take what you let me. But you’d better decide soon, Yuji… because the way you’re trembling, you’re already mine.”
The silence stretched so long Yuji thought it might crush him. His chest rose and fell too fast, his mind screaming say something, say stop, but the word that slipped past his lips was nothing like that.
“D-don’t… stop.”
The whisper was so faint it shocked even him. His eyes went wide, and shame slammed into his chest. Did I really just—
Sukuna’s laugh was low and satisfied, curling around Yuji like smoke. “Knew it.” His lips brushed against Yuji’s ear. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”
Before Yuji could take the words back, Sukuna’s hand finally slipped lower—sliding beneath the waistband of his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. His palm pressed firmly against the heat there, the touch bold, claiming, making Yuji jolt hard against him.
Yuji gasped, his whole body stiffening. “Ah—!” His voice cracked, his face burning so hot it hurt.
Sukuna hummed deep in his throat, massaging with a lazy rhythm that made Yuji’s stomach twist with both panic and something darker. “So warm,” he murmured, savoring the way Yuji’s body reacted. “So sensitive. You’ve been starving without even knowing it.”
Yuji trembled violently, clutching the sheets, his mind spinning. This is wrong—this is—why does it feel— His thighs tried to clamp shut, but Sukuna’s hand was already between them, firm and unyielding.
“Don’t fight it,” Sukuna whispered, his voice a sinful caress. His thumb stroked along the seam of Yuji’s boxers, sending sparks through his entire body. “You begged me not to stop. Remember?”
Yuji whimpered, shame flooding him, but his body leaned back into Sukuna’s chest, betraying him all over again.
* * *
Yuji’s pulse thundered in his ears, his body caught between panic and surrender. Sukuna’s hand settled firmly inside his sweatpants now, cupping him through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“Easy…” Sukuna murmured, the word more command than comfort. His palm moved in a slow, steady rhythm, massaging gently, teasingly, like he was savoring every second of Yuji’s trembling.
Yuji’s breath came out in ragged gasps. His fists twisted the blanket tighter with every slow press of Sukuna’s hand. “I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Sukuna cut him off smoothly, lips brushing Yuji’s neck as he spoke. His thumb dragged lightly across the strained fabric, making Yuji jolt. “You’re already melting in my hand.”
Yuji’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, trying to contain the heat building between them, but Sukuna only pressed firmer, forcing his legs apart with a shift of his knee.
The slow, deliberate massage continued—gentle pressure, then release, Sukuna’s fingers stroking lazily up and down over the hardness straining against Yuji’s underwear. Every touch sent another wave of fire crawling up Yuji’s spine.
Yuji whimpered, muffling the sound in the pillow. His face was red hot, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes from how overwhelming it felt. Why… why does it feel good? Why can’t I tell him to stop?
Sukuna’s chuckle was low, wicked, and far too pleased. “That’s it. Let yourself feel it.” His hand squeezed lightly, making Yuji gasp, then resumed that maddeningly soft rhythm. “Your body’s learning who owns it.”
Yuji shivered hard, every nerve alight, the shame twisting into something he couldn’t name but couldn’t resist either.
The heat between Yuji's legs had become unbearable, twisting his stomach, making his thighs tremble.
Sukuna’s hand, once slow and teasing, shifted—his palm pressing firmer, his strokes faster, more deliberate. The steady rhythm left no room for Yuji to catch his breath.
“A-ah—!” Yuji gasped, his voice breaking as his hips jerked forward helplessly, betraying him. His hands clawed at the sheets, trying to ground himself against the waves of sensation rolling through his body.
Sukuna’s mouth curved into a smirk against his neck. “That’s it… don’t hold back.” His thumb pressed harder, dragging over the dampening spot on Yuji’s briefs, the friction maddening. “Show me how good it feels.”
Yuji’s face burned hotter, shame and pleasure tangling so tightly he couldn’t separate them. “I—I can’t— it’s too—!” His voice cracked, the words dissolving into a strangled sound as Sukuna’s pace increased, relentless and knowing.
“You can,” Sukuna whispered, his voice low, commanding, cruelly soft. His free arm held Yuji tighter against his chest, pinning him as his hand worked faster, squeezing, massaging, driving him toward the inevitable. “And you will.”
Yuji’s thighs shook violently now, his body arching against Sukuna’s touch despite his mind screaming no. The pressure in his stomach coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped—
“Ah—!”
Yuji convulsed, spilling into his briefs, his whole body trembling as the climax ripped through him. His chest heaved, his eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping free as a mixture of relief and humiliation overwhelmed him.
Sukuna didn’t stop right away—he milked every last twitch and shiver from Yuji before finally easing the pressure, his hand still resting possessively over Yuji’s soaked underwear.
Yuji buried his burning face into the pillow, trembling all over, too dazed to speak.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, satisfied. “Good boy.”
The bed dipped as Sukuna slipped out from behind Yuji. Yuji curled tighter into the blankets, face hidden, still trembling from everything that had just happened. He couldn’t even lift his head as Sukuna leaned down, brushing his lips once against Yuji’s temple.
“Stay here. I’ll bring you breakfast.”
Yuji only managed a faint nod, his voice lost somewhere in the back of his throat.
Sukuna smirked and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
But just outside, his servant was waiting—head bowed, eyes fixed on the floor. His ears burned red, his posture stiff. It was obvious he’d heard everything.
Sukuna stopped in front of him, tilting his head, sharp eyes narrowing in amusement. “What’s this?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Looking so guilty… like a boy caught stealing sweets.”
The servant swallowed hard, still staring at the ground. “Forgive me, sir. I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to listen?” Sukuna cut in, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. He stepped closer, crowding the man until he was forced back against the wall. “Then why didn’t you move? Hm?”
The servant’s silence was answer enough.
Sukuna leaned in, close enough that his smirk was all the servant could see. “Be honest. You liked it, didn’t you? Hearing him whimper. Knowing I was the one making him break apart.” His tone was smooth, cruel, a knife wrapped in silk.
The servant’s breath hitched, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Pathetic,” Sukuna murmured, straightening with a laugh. He patted the servant’s cheek lightly, mockingly. “Next time, try harder not to enjoy yourself.”
The servant finally dared to lift his gaze, shame written across his face, but Sukuna was already walking toward the kitchen, smirk never fading.
* * *
In the quiet of the kitchen, Sukuna set a tray on the counter—eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee. His hands moved with deliberate ease, but his mind wasn’t on the food.
Instead, it was on Yuji.
That wide-eyed face from earlier, the way his body had trembled under Sukuna’s touch, torn between fear and need. It replayed in Sukuna’s mind like a reward, and his grin sharpened as he poured the coffee.
So sweet. So easy to break down.
Yuji’s innocence was almost laughable. He clung to gratitude, to kindness—blindly trusting that someone who gave him money and a bed must mean well. Sukuna knew exactly how to use that. Every soft word, every touch, every act of “kindness” was another chain wrapped around Yuji’s neck.
He’s already halfway mine, Sukuna thought, placing the last dish onto the tray. All I need to do is tighten the leash.
Balancing the tray effortlessly, he left the kitchen and returned to the bedroom.
Yuji was still curled in the sheets, eyes heavy, but he lifted his head as Sukuna walked in. There was color in his cheeks that hadn’t faded since earlier.
Sukuna set the tray down beside him and flashed a slow smile. “Breakfast in bed,” he said smoothly. “Eat up. You’ll need your strength.”
Yuji blinked at him, confused but flustered, and that only made Sukuna’s smile widen.
He picked up the fork, but his hand stalled mid-air. He glanced at Sukuna with a furrow in his brow.
“What do you mean by… I’ll need my strength?”
Sukuna chuckled low in his throat, lounging against the headboard as if he owned not only the bed, but Yuji himself. His eyes glittered with mischief.
“Don’t look so nervous. I simply have plans for us today.”
Yuji blinked, unsure. “Plans?”
“Yes.” Sukuna leaned closer. “I’ll be taking you to one of the places I run. A bar.”
Yuji’s fork clinked against the plate. “A bar?” His voice carried a mix of surprise and hesitation. “Like… a normal bar?”
Sukuna smirked. “Normal enough. Drinks, music, people. But it’s not the kind of place you’re used to, brat.” He let the word drag, teasing. “I want to see how you handle yourself in my world. Who knows—maybe you’ll even enjoy it.”
Yuji’s chest tightened. He wanted to protest, to say he wasn’t sure he belonged anywhere near Sukuna’s “world.” And yet, there was something magnetic about the way Sukuna said it, something that pulled him closer despite every instinct telling him to be careful.
“Eat up,” Sukuna added smoothly, brushing Yuji’s hair back from his face in a strangely gentle gesture. “We leave in two hours.”
* * *
Yuji sat on the edge of the massive bed with the tray balanced on his lap. His stomach twisted too much to really taste the food, but he forced down a few bites anyway. Across from him, Sukuna looked far too relaxed, scrolling on his phone like this was any other morning.
A bar… Yuji’s mind repeated the word over and over. He had never even been inside one before—at least not the kind Sukuna meant. His chest tightened. Why would Sukuna want me there? What’s he expecting from me? What if it’s dangerous? What if he wants me to…
Yuji’s face heated, his thoughts spiraling into places he didn’t want them to. Sukuna’s voice from earlier echoed in his head: “You’ll need your strength.” It sounded loaded. Heavy. Almost like a warning.
He gripped the fork tighter. Does he mean I’ll have to work for him? Like… help out at the bar? Or does he mean something else? Something worse?
When Yuji dared a glance at Sukuna, the man was smirking faintly, eyes flicking up from his phone as if he could read Yuji’s every thought. Yuji quickly dropped his gaze back to the plate, cheeks burning.
“Don’t think too hard,” Sukuna said smoothly, his tone almost playful. “You’ll ruin your appetite. Just be ready to follow my lead.”
That didn’t help Yuji’s nerves at all. If anything, it made his heart pound harder. Follow his lead…
He finished the last bites of breakfast in silence, nodding obediently whenever Sukuna’s sharp gaze lingered on him. He didn’t want to give away how fast his heart was racing.
Later
The world outside looked gray and muted as Yuji slid into Sukuna’s sleek black car. The tinted windows cast everything in shadow, almost like the outside world no longer mattered. It was just him and Sukuna, sealed away in the leather-scented quiet.
Yuji smoothed his palms nervously over his borrowed clothes—too expensive for him, too new—and stole a glance at the man next to him. Sukuna wasn’t driving; a silent chauffeur handled the wheel, and that somehow made everything worse. It made Sukuna free to lounge comfortably, one arm stretched along the backrest, his eyes fixed on Yuji with that unsettling half-smile.
The city streets slid past outside, invisible to anyone who might try to look in through the darkened glass. Yuji shifted in his seat, the silence pressing down on him until he finally whispered,
“Is this… really okay? Me going with you, I mean?”
Sukuna’s chuckle was low and smooth. “Of course it’s okay. You’re with me. No one’s going to question it.” He leaned closer, his hand landing casually on Yuji’s thigh, fingers spreading slowly, deliberately. “Besides… I’m curious to see how you’ll look in my world.”
Yuji swallowed hard, his reflection in the tinted glass staring back at him—wide-eyed, nervous, unsure.
What does he mean by that…?
The car slowed, pulling up to a building that didn’t stand out much at first glance. It was tucked between taller structures, its façade sleek and modern, with dark reflective windows that made it impossible to see inside. A black sign with minimal lettering hung above the door, lit just enough to catch the eye.
Yuji blinked at it, gripping his knees. “This is… the place?”
Sukuna smirked, already stepping out of the car before Yuji got an answer. The chauffeur held the door open for him, and Sukuna extended a hand lazily toward Yuji—half invitation, half command.
Yuji hesitated, then slid his hand into Sukuna’s warm palm. His pulse jumped at the easy strength in that grip as Sukuna pulled him up onto the curb.
The closer they came to the entrance, the heavier the air felt. From the outside, there was no music leaking through, no chatter, no neon glow. Just those dark windows, like they were hiding something.
Yuji shifted on his feet, whispering, “Why are the windows like that?”
Sukuna glanced down at him, amused. “Privacy. Not everyone likes to be seen when they drink—or when they do other things.”
The words sent a shiver down Yuji’s spine.
At the door, a tall man in a sharp suit greeted Sukuna with a bow. His eyes flicked to Yuji briefly, curious, but he didn’t say a word—just opened the door and stepped aside.
Warm air spilled out, carrying the low hum of bass, the faint clink of glass, and something rich—perfume and liquor and something Yuji couldn’t name.
Sukuna’s hand pressed lightly against Yuji’s back, guiding him forward. “Welcome to my bar.”