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Sweat slid down Yuuji’s throat and he dug his nails into the palm of his hand as the bouncer studied his ID. The man glanced at him, eyes lingering, before he looked back down at the ID.
The reason why Yuuji was sweating: it was a fake one.
A friend of his brother made it for him, for times like this when he should not be wandering the streets in Shibuya. For omegas, there was a curfew in place. The official reason was to protect them, but Yuuji was sure it was to control omegas.
Yuuji decided that today he wanted to go on an outing. It had been a rather boring day, with his brother busy at work. Yuuji had never known what Choso’s work was, or what it entailed. But he knew that Choso wouldn't be back until early in the morning, so he found today was a great day for an outing. He put on scent patches, loose clothes (to hide his very omegan curves), and hoped for the best.
Yuuji didn't know what he wanted; he only knew he couldn't sit around at home alone. He was aching to see something, to feel something.
The bouncer returned his ID and let him into the bar. It was full of noises and smells; pheromones, mostly that of alphas, some betas, and some stale beer that had surely been spilled. Yuuji scrunched up his nose—he hated the smells. They were too strong, with too many overwhelming him and making him feel sick to his stomach. He didn't even know if it was from all the pheromones giving him so much information, or his anxiety of getting caught.
Yuuji wished sometimes he had presented a beta; a duller sense of smell seemed like a blessing. But no, he had presented as an omega.
Yuuji sat down at the bar. He ordered a beer, not daring to ask for more. As an omega, he was sensitive to alcohol, so he had better be safe, even more so around all these alphas. The barkeeper eyed him skeptically but gave him one nonetheless, assuming he was of age if let in.
So Yuuji drank his beer in small sips, finding out he didn't even like beer as he stared at the wood, tr acing the grain on the table with his nail. This whole plan had seemed a lot more exciting in his head, but it turned out to be kind of boring.
It was a regular day in one of Sukuna’s many bars—nothing special was happening, and he liked keeping it that way. He liked uneventful. Uneventful was good, especially in his world, because any sort of negative attention basically meant risk . He was an expert at keeping his bars operating smoothly, with things as calm as possible. After all, they were fronts for his real business dealings in the underworld.
He sat in his office behind his large, ornate desk, eyes glued onto the monitor that displayed a moving collage of the building’s various security cameras. He was quiet, brooding, a recent phone call replaying over and over in his head. It seemed he had business to attend to in the morning, someone to teach a lesson so they’d get in line. And if they didn’t, well. Sukuna would have blood on his hands again, but that wasn’t anything new or special; it was a regular occurrence to which Sukuna never batted an eye anymore.
Sukuna hummed as he leaned back in the burgundy leather chair on which he sat, making it recline just slightly. But then, a flash of pink on the monitors caught his eye.
Sukuna looked over at the screen, eyes narrowing when he saw just how young the new customer looked. How his bouncers let this kid in, he didn’t know, but what he did know was that someone would be getting fired in the morning.
“Tch,” Sukuna tutted, reaching over to his desk to press a button on the telephone that sat on the surface. It beeped, and not a second later, a voice responded on the other end.
“Yes?”
“Uraume, bring that pink-haired kid from the bar to my office.” He commanded and sat back once Uraume responded in the affirmative.
Sukuna sighed. He wasn’t a fan of trouble, but it seemed that trouble was very much a fan of him.
The beer had been a bad idea, as Yuuji felt the effects of the alcohol in his blood almost instantly. Yuuji felt kind of fizzy and dizzy. As he thought about not drinking the rest of it and leaving, he considered going back home. A small white-haired person walked up to him, standing before him with a blank expression on their face.
“You, come with me.” The person said.
Perplexed, he followed them. Yuuji knew he was in trouble; he was absolutely sure of that. Yuuji began to sweat again, and the collar of his shirt started to choke him, so he fingered at it nervously. At this point, he was sweating so much his scent patches were surely soaked. But he didn't dare to check them—he would out himself as an omega immediately, and he just couldn't get caught. His brother would be furious.
Panic started to rise in Yuuji as he walked behind that person into the surprisingly large back rooms of the bar. He didn’t talk; the only sound was their steps on the tiled floor.
The person suddenly came to a halt and knocked on a door. Yuuji could not hear an answer, but that person opened it anyway.
Sukuna looked up from his desk when he heard the knock on the door, setting aside the expensive fountain pen that he had been fiddling with. He placed it down on its rest on his desk, waving his fingers as he mumbled, ‘come in.’ Uraume would hear; they somehow always did.
Sukuna sat back up when the door finally opened, removing his feet from where they rested on his desk. He looked up at the door, eyebrow raising when Uraume led the pink-haired boy in.
Uraume gestured for the boy to move to the center of the room, then quickly left the two of them alone, the door shutting quietly behind them. Like this, even with the door unlocked, no one would ever come bother them—because if they did, Sukuna would have their head.
The person behind the desk was even more impressive. He had pink hair like Yuuji's but a few shades darker than his own. The smell was screaming alpha, of something woody and leathery, making Yuuji even more dizzy.
Sukuna’s interest was piqued. He curled his lips up in a smirk as he stood up from his chair and made his way over to the boy, walking a circle around him as he took in the sight of him. “You’re a pretty little thing,” He drawled as he moved to stand in front of the boy, looking him up and down once more. “And much too young to be in my bar. Where’s your fake ID?”
Sukuna moved to lean against the edge of his desk, legs crossed as he looked the teenager over. He sniffed the air—something smelled sweet, he wasn’t sure what it was. But there was something, and it wiggled its way into his senses slowly, making his irises darken.
”M-m-my fake ID?” Yuuji asked, stuttering.
“Yes, your fake ID.” Sukuna just shook his head, getting back up onto his feet to circle the boy once more.
He felt the alpha leaning close again. He could hear him breathing loudly and getting as much of his smell as possible. He was hyper-aware of this alpha. Everything was screaming danger, but a small part of his inner omega was preening over the attention the alpha gave him.
Sukuna moved smoothly, easily, even when he was dressed so formally for where he was. He was dressed in a bespoke suit, navy blue so dark it looked like it was black unless the light hit the fabric just right. His tie was black silk, a stark contrast to the pale pink of his undershirt. He knew how to dress and he dressed well, wrapping his body in expensive pieces of clothing that cost more than several months of salary for most people. He wore jewelry too, thick rings made of rhodium, the rarest and most expensive precious metal.
Sukuna sniffed again, and there it was once more: the smell of something sweet, something flowery. Maybe even green tea. It was a combination of scents that Sukuna wouldn’t have thought to put together, but there they were, all at once, invading Sukuna’s senses and slowly turning him feral.
“Why do you smell so good?” He asked as he placed his index finger on the boy’s shoulder, the cuff of his jacket rising up to expose a hint of his tattoos. He trailed his finger up the boy's neck, where the scent smelled even sweeter. His fingers caught on the edge of the patch, wet as it was. Sukuna’s eyes darkened further.
“Forget your fake ID… why don’t you take this off instead, hm? Omega ?”
Yuuji was scared, as he was caged between the chair, the desk, and the man standing beside him. He was nervously searching for a way out.
Yuuji felt the man pulling on his patches, and they were wet and loose, almost falling off on their own. Yuuji felt the sweat dripping down his neck. Fuck he got caught, and the alpha standing besides him didn't look like he was someone easy to fool.
He was in the worst possible situation; alone with an unmated alpha, in a shady bar backroom.
He could smell the interest of the alpha radiating from him, a rich leather, sandalwood, and something sweeter. Yuuji could feel how he leaned nearer, trying to decipher that smell.
He heard the other one chuckle, darkly almost into his ear, while pulling the other patch off his skin, unnecessarily leaning halfway over Yuuji to do it.
Sukuna’s nostrils flared as the patches finally fell off and the scent of omega suddenly bloomed in the room. Just as he’d suspected, this young boy had been the source of the smell all along. He pulled back, looking smug, meeting the pink-haired boy’s gaze as he grinned malevolently, fang glinting when it caught the light from above.
“You dare go out when you smell so sweetly,” Sukuna said as he leaned in close again, taking a deep, intoxicating whiff of the omega’s scent straight from the source. “When you’re so young,” Sukuna added, letting his tongue dart out to lap at the boy’s scent gland.
“Tell me, what’s your name?” He said as he pulled away, his blood red eyes turning a darker shade of crimson as desire slowly overcame him. Sukuna was never one to deny himself, and right now he wanted this boy—he wanted to make the boy his. Mine , his alpha was saying, making the urge to bite come to the forefront of his senses
“Y-Yuuji. Itadori Yuuji” Yuuji said.
But then the alpha licked his gland, one bold stripe across it, Yuuji could barely contain his moan.
The alpha was dangerously close to his mating gland.
The alpha wanted to claim him. His instincts told him.Yuuji felt hyper aware of the man leaning close again. He could hear him breathing in loudly through his nose to get as much of his smell as possible. Everything was screaming danger, but a small part of his inner omega was preening over the attention.
“Itadori Yuuji,” Sukuna repeated with a smirk as he finally got the boy’s name. He didn’t even know anything about this boy, not his age, not where he was from, not what he was doing in his bar. But Sukuna didn’t care. There was something about his scent, something that made Sukuna’s head spin like never before. He wanted this boy, needed to bite him, make him his forever—and Sukuna had never mated before.
Sukuna had always been the type to fuck around, maybe once in a while he’d keep a relationship if it was interesting enough. But he’d never wanted to bite anyone, never wanted to keep them forever.
But this boy, the way he smelled.
Sukuna took another deep inhale, standing now behind Yuuji. He snaked a hand around Yuuji’s waist, pulling the boy close until Yuuji’s back was pressed against his strong chest.
“You smell so good it’s criminal…” Sukuna grinned, his crimson eyes betraying how feral he really felt. He reached up with his free hand to grip Yuuji’s hair, to use it as leverage to pull the boy’s head to the side, exposing his gland. Yuuji was sure a few strands of hair would get pulled out. Pressed to the alpha's chest, a strong arm around him, the omega in him turning crazy, begging for more at the possessive behavior.
“No matter. You’re mine now.” Sukuna drawled, as if he hadn’t just announced that he was about to claim this omega. He said it as casually as if he was just telling Uraume to do something, but he leaned in before the omega could protest.
In the next second, he bit, fangs sinking down right on that gland that just smelled so fucking good . He moaned as the taste of Yuuji and his blood seeped onto his tongue, as his senses filled with Omega , with minemineminemine . He wondered how Yuuji felt, whether the boy was filled with both pain and fear and ecstasy .
Yuuji didn’t even know his name, but from now on, it was all he’d ever know.
Yuuji felt the alpha’s teeth in him, his venom in him, sealing the bond. He felt warm from the inside, the pain was almost unbearable for a moment, but turned into pure bliss soon after.
Yuuji heard his blood, his pulse in his ears. And through it all, he heard someone moan, deep and guttural. He needed a moment to understand that he was the one who moaned. Yuuji’s knees buckled, almost giving out, but the arm around him held him even tighter. And Yuuji, leaning against the strong chest, was thankful that his alpha did not let him fall.
He felt the fangs of the alpha leaving him, making him softly moan again as the man softly lapped at the wound. He felt himself turning his head even further, giving his alpha more room.
His alpha. Yuuji liked how that sounded. Something in him rang as he thought it was an unbreakable truth. He could smell himself so strongly that it almost burned in his nose. This smell was him, but he hadn't smelled it often, so sweet like it was now, and more concentrated than usual.
He was aroused.
Sukuna growled with possessiveness just as the guttural moan left Yuuji’s throat. He let out a soft grunt, arousal flooding his own body as Yuuji’s scent sweetened even more, tempting his inner alpha so deeply. He held his sweet, sweet omega close, tight, rumbling deep in his chest as he nosed into Yuuji’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his omega.
The alpha lapped at the mating bite, their now unbreakable bond, before he finally spun Yuuji around and backed him up against the desk. “Little omega,” He said as he lifted Yuuji by his ass to sit him down on the desk, his smile malevolent all the way, “How fortunate you wandered into my bar and not some other old geezer’s,” Sukuna chuckled as he leaned in close, their lips merely inches apart.
“Nobody will ever treat you as well as I can,” Sukuna murmurs against Yuuji’s lips, his hand going back into the soft pink hair, holding it tight as he crashed their lips together.
His omega was small, so much smaller than him, and it made Sukuna’s alpha roar in possessiveness, made him want to ruin this omega and devour him whole.
“Now tell me… what do you want, Itadori Yuuji?” Sukuna asked with a smirk as he broke the kiss and stood up straight to look down at Yuuji. Sukuna’s cock strained in his pants, no doubt an answer to the slick that Sukuna could now smell in the room.
Yuuji only felt big hands on the back of his thighs, and suddenly, he sat on the desk, the alpha standing between his spread legs, so near. Their shared arousal was in the air, not helping to clear his thoughts.
Then the hand was back in his hair, lips on his, and in his moment, with the alpha's venom in his blood and their pheromones in the air, he didn't doubt anything the alpha said. He was happy to have found him, and he was sure he would treat him well.
The kiss was not romantic or tender and full of love like Yuuji had thought his first kiss would be. No, he had the rusty, metallic taste of his blood in his mouth, and he got kissed like the alpha wanted to devour him whole.
The kiss lasted forever, or just a second—Yuuji didn't know. But it ended too soon. It made him whine, following Sukuna's mouth until the hand in his hair would allow it.
What did he want? He wanted so much, but he wanted to know who he kissed and who this alpha was. Now that he's his alpha.
“I want to know who you are,” he said, feeling his lips swollen. Cringing a little, he felt so small in this situation, looking up to his alpha.
The way his omega followed after him, tried to prolong the kiss, had Sukuna’s heart fluttering in his chest. There was something about this boy, about Yuuji, that made Sukuna’s chest tighten and his instincts scream. But that was something for Sukuna to think about later, because right now, he had other priorities. Like making his mate writhe and moan and scream with pleasure.
When Yuuji said he wanted to know who Sukuna was, Sukuna just smiled. A genuine smile, though it was tainted with mirth and the slightest hint of cruelty—the kind that Yuuji would be able to see in his eyes if he really, really looked.
“Ryoumen Sukuna.” He answered as he moved his hand to rest on his omega’s cheek and let his thumb run over his jaw, then finally over his lower lip. “But you, my sweet, you can call me Sukuna.” He said as he pressed his thumb into Yuuji’s mouth, pressed it flat against his tongue.
Sukuna licked his own lips, taking another deep inhale of the air around them, savoring the way their scents mixed together so perfectly it made his cock throb. He pulled his thumb out of Yuuji’s mouth and finally reached down, helping Yuuji out of his loose clothes. “Let’s see what you’re hiding beneath all these clothes, darling,” Sukuna drawled as he pulled Yuuji’s clothes off one at a time, until he was naked on the desk.
The alpha’s breath caught in his throat when he finally saw the omega laid bare, eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned in for another kiss.
“Look at you,” Sukuna cooed into Yuuji’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip. “Has anybody seen you like this before, omega?” It was a loaded question, and Sukuna really needed to hear the right answer.
Yuuji sucked obediently on the offered digit, tasting his skin, salty and smoky in his mouth, making the heat between his legs even worse.
He never felt something like this, this greed in him. Maybe it was the mating bite echoing Sukuna's desire on his own, or perhaps it was because it was not only his hands touching him.
Yuuji shook his head as Sukuna asked if anybody had seen him like this. The arousal added to his dizziness from the bite. He almost felt like he was drunk.
His neck was throbbing, but another feeling was rising in him. In his core was heat, molten and burning. He wanted more; he wanted him closer. Ryoumen Sukuna, his mate, his alpha. The heat in his middle was almost painful as he was pushed to lie on the table by one hand on his chest that almost spanned the whole of it. He could feel the tent in the alpha's pants digging into his inner thighs, almost where he wanted it the most.
The desk was cold, and the back of his thighs dug into the edge uncomfortably, making him squirm and whine. It sounded pathetic, even to his ears.
“Hush, poor thing. Hold on to me,” said Sukuna, grabbing him and carrying him over princess-style to the plush chaise lounge chair in the corner.
Carefully, Sukuna laid him on it. This was better, and Yuuji chirped, thankful, only to be surprised by the sound he made. He never did that before.
Seeing Yuuji shake his head no to his answer soothed the possessive alpha inside of Sukuna. Quite honestly, Sukuna didn’t know what he would’ve done if Yuuji said that someone had seen him like this before—it would’ve probably involved asking for names. And guns. It would’ve involved guns. But Yuuji was his and his alone, now and forever, and Sukuna was very, very pleased.
Once he’d gently laid Yuuji down onto the lounge chair, Sukuna knelt down on the floor beside him, licking his lips as he took in the sight of the omega once more.
“So beautiful, and all mine. I must’ve pleased the gods for them to give me such a gift,” The alpha said as he started undressing himself.
First he removed his jacket, letting the expensive piece fall onto the ground without a care in the world. Then he undid his tie, carefully scenting it before he handed the silk to Yuuji to give him something to hold as the alpha removed the rest of his clothes. Sukuna watched his omega, watched every expression, listened to every sound the boy made as he finally removed his belt and his pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
His arousal was obvious, a massive tent in his underwear. The head, already gathering precum, peeked out from the top of his waistband. He licked his fangs hungrily, then ran his tongue over his lower lip. Then, Sukuna slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxer briefs and pushed them down to mid-thigh, letting them stay there as his cock sprang free. He fisted it in his hand, once then twice, before he finally moved to kneel at the foot of the lounge chair, by Yuuji’s legs.
He reached big hands over, resting them on Yuuji’s knees before he spread them and held them apart. What he saw there had his cock throbbing, the desire thrumming through his body uncontrollably now.
“Come closer, baby,” Sukuna cooed, trying to get Yuuji to scoot down the couch so he would be easier for Sukuna to reach. Sukuna was
hungry
and right in front of him there was an entire meal. How could he ever resist?
As Yuuji scooted down closer toward him, Sukuna dragged him forcefully down the rest of the way, until the boy’s hips were flush against the edge of the lounge. Sukuna was leaning in between his legs in no time, pressing his cheek against Yuuji’s cocklet, tongue darting out to press into its slit and taste the precum there. Sukuna’s hands moved to rest on Yuuji’s thighs as he leaned down, bringing himself face to face with Yuuji’s cunt, so soaked with slick it was leaking down his thighs and onto the lounge.
“Do you touch yourself here?” The alpha asked as he brought a hand forward, letting his thumb brush over the omega’s virgin hole. He rubbed circles with his thumb, teasing around but never slipping in.
Yuuji observed Sukuna as he removed his clothes, finding out that the tattoos on his face and the few on his neck were part of one big coherent piece. Odd circle-like markings on his shoulders, double rings on his arms. A symmetrical design down his chest, reaching down to his abs. Double rings around his biceps and wrist, as well as one ring on his thighs. Yuuji was almost hypnotized by it. He couldn’t look away.
The alpha said that he should scoot down to the edge of the lounge, surely looking like some snail. He did not make much progress before Sukuna’s hands circled his tights and tugged him to the edge, legs awkwardly hanging down until Sukuna made him place them on his shoulders.
He suddenly found the alpha between his legs, licking the tip of his cock, licking the slick on it away and making him gasp and blush. Yuuji could feel the blush deepen as the alpha was face-to-face with his cunt.
A finger was teasing the hole, and he could feel himself tighten around nothing.
“I’ve never touched myself there,” Yuuji said, the sudden urge to tell the truth. “Not even during my heat; I just used my cocklet.” he was cringing; he sounded so pathetic.
He could feel his blush wandering down; he was probably as pink as his hair.
The moment Yuuji said that he had never touched his hole or played with it, it was like something inside of Sukuna snapped. He had to hold back a moan.
Fucking virgins wasn’t new to him. But the fact that his omega, his mate , had never even touched his own cunt, blew a hole right through Sukuna’s self-control. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching visibly as he placed his tongue flat against Yuuji’s slit, moaning at the sweet taste of his slick. He licked a broad stripe, from his hole to the tip of his cock, before he buried his face back between Yuuji’s legs, licking right into his hole to get as much slick as he could on his tongue.
But Sukuna wasn’t a patient man. Especially not when it came to little omegas and their pretty little virgin cunts.
Sukuna pulled himself away soon enough, his hand flying back down to his thick alpha cock, stroking slowly over the tattoos and piercings as he turned his eyes back up to look at Yuuji’s flushed face.
“Such a good omega, saving yourself for your alpha,” Sukuna smirked, eyes blown completely wide as he moved to kneel between Yuuji’s legs. “Saved this pretty little pussy, just for me,” He said as he slapped the head of his cock against Yuuji’s slit, mouth opening just slightly as he rocked his hips and slid the pierced underside of his length through Yuuji’s sopping wet folds.
“Now, be good for alpha,” Sukuna said, pressing a kiss on one of Yuuji’s knees on his shoulders.
The alpha looked down, watching as he lined himself up against Yuuji’s entrance. He gave the omega no time to think or protest—in the next moment, Sukuna was gripping Yuuji’s hips and burying himself in to the hilt with a feral growl.
Yuuji screamed in surprise. It hurt as he felt something catching on his rim, then almost unbearable pressure built in his cunt as Sukuna pressed in.
Suddenly, with a sharp pain, the resistance was gone. He felt weird bumps on Sukuna's dick, catching again and again on his rim, making Yuuji sob.
Yuuji had no room to move in this position, so he could only take what Sukuna could give him. Eventually, Sukuna was buried all the way. He could feel Sukuna's hips pressing against his ass. He tried to be good for his alpha, but didn't know how.
So he just tried to be as relaxed as possible, even as he was so overwhelmed. He reached out for his alpha, wanting to have him near, wanting to nuzzle his face into his neck or his chest. Yuuji didn't care; he just sought comfort in his mate.
Sukuna had to take a moment to stay still and savor the feeling. Yuuji felt so warm around him, so wet, so tight . And the omega clenched around him, tightening and relaxing over and over again as he tried to get used to the intrusion. Sukuna had to take a calming breath or two. It wasn’t that Sukuna didn’t have the stamina, it was just that being so close to his mate, buried so deep, was doing things to the alpha that hadn’t ever happened to him before with any other omega.
Sukuna was hooked.
“Good boy,” Sukuna whispered as he leaned in to press kisses all over Yuuji’s face—on his forehead, the tip of his nose, right on his lips. “Such a good omega for me, so sweet, so fucking tight,” He said through gritted teeth.
“Gonna make you feel good,” Sukuna said as he finally moved his hips, pulling out slowly, letting Yuuji feel every single piercing on their way out. Then, Sukuna got a glint in his eye, mischievous and malevolent, as he caught Yuuji’s eyes and held his gaze.
“I’m going to put pups in you,” The alpha said with a toothy grin, fangs on full display as he finally slammed his hips back in, burying his cock until the tip hit Yuuji’s cervix.
Sukuna started up a heavy pace, fast and rough and claiming, bullying his way into his omega’s deflowered cunt every time. He licked his fangs as he listened to how wet Yuuji was, the squelching music to his ears. He brought one hand down, wrapping around Yuuji’s small omega cock and stroking it slowly, a contrast to how hard he snapped his hips.
Yuuji thought he could not feel any fuller. The stretch almost hurt, and he could feel himself fluttering around Sukuna.
The kisses and praise he received from his mate made his inner omega preen. He wanted more, to be obedient, and to get more affection from his mate.
The pace was punishing. And as Sukuna started to jerk him off, it was too much; he felt himself clench hard around the alpha’s cock. Pressure in his core was building more and more. He just wanted to find release. He arched more into Sukuna's grip, or tried to at least. The position they were in did not allow him to move much.
He whined, needy and loud, a wordless plea for more. It only took a few jerks more of Sukuna's hand on his dick; he still was hammering into him as he found his release, moaning loudly in ecstasy. Head falling back, his throat bared—a clear, submissive gesture.
He writhed in the small space under Sukuna’s full-weight. He dug his fingers and nails into the alpha’s skin, leaving small, half-moon-shaped welts.
He came so hard, felt his slick spurt almost to his chin as the squelching of his pussy got even louder.
The last thing Sukuna had said rang in his mind, so he started to beg. He wanted it.
“Alpha, please, come give me pups. Come in me, pleasepleaseplease . Alpha, fill me up.” he whined.
He had never thought about that before, but now with his mate buried in his cunt, it just seemed the logical response.
Sukuna’s senses had completely abandoned him at this point. He was gone; completely given over to his desires, to the need to make his omega feel good, to make him whine and beg and sob for more. And so that was what he did. He slammed his hips into Yuuji, listening to the way the omega whined and moaned, finding all the right spots to hit to make him tremble.
In this position, Sukuna had Yuuji exactly how he wanted him—completely helpless, completely submissive. And as the omega reached his peak, clenching so tightly around him, Sukuna just growled and bit his lower lip. It made his fang dig into the flesh, made fresh blood start dripping down his chin as he kept slamming into Yuuji to chase his own end, his cock starting to swell at its base.
And when his mate started begging for Sukuna to give him pups, Sukuna couldn’t take it anymore either. One, two, three more thrusts and he was forcing his knot into the omega, bullying his way in and locking them together as he came with a grunt. He filled Yuuji just like the omega begged, came in him so hard the boy’s belly bulged just a bit with just how much of his seed he’d planted there.
Sukuna sighed as he gently helped Yuuji get his legs down before he leaned in to kiss him, the taste of iron in both their mouths.
“Such a pretty little pet,” Sukuna murmured into Yuuji’s mouth, pushing himself up onto his elbows to bracket the boy on the lounge underneath him. He pulled back to meet his gaze. “I like how you look painted in my blood,” He smirked.
Yuuji felt warm and so, so full. He looked up into Sukuna's face, he could feel him everywhere. He took his hands and felt shyly over his abdomen, which was slightly bulging, making him moan again. He could feel the knot through his skin, and him locking it in place in his pussy.
He looked up into Sukuna's face, a slight trace of now dried blood on his mouth, down his jaw, and smeared on Yuuji’s chest.
The worst was that his smirk looked good on his face, even when it was too broad, showing almost too many perfect white teeth and massive canines. It was nearly scary how good he looked.
For a moment, he was scared of the man over him, of the man in him.
What made him tug on the knot when he tried lying in a slightly more comfortable position? He was still fighting with pins and needles in his legs; no wonder, given the position and how long Sukuna had him forced into it.
The praise felt so good, and it made him purr, wanting more of it.
Yuuji moved his hand to the man's face, laying it on his cheek and tracing the tattoos there. Sukuna lowered his head, kissing him softly despite the iron taste in their mouths. This was the first soft kiss they shared.
The knot came down soon enough, and while Sukuna pulled out, making them both hiss, Yuuji cringed at how much slick and cum flowed out of him.
Suddenly, he came back to his senses. He was utterly mortified as he took his situation in.
As Sukuna pulled away from the kiss, brushing soft fingers over the boy’s fucked out hole to feel the cum that was leaking out there, Sukuna swiped his tongue over his lower lip. He tasted the blood, licked at it more until the crimson disappeared from his golden skin and the taste slowly faded away.
He could see that Yuuji was starting to come back to his senses. The boy’s eyes widened and he looked absolutely mortified at everything that he saw. Sukuna couldn’t help chuckling then, leaning down to lick a broad stripe over the boy’s leaking slit, savoring the mixed taste of his seed and Yuuji’s slick. Sukuna often kept small towels accessible in his office, it came in handy whenever things got messy and bloody. He took one and helped clean Yuuji, just enough so he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
“Don’t look so mortified now,” Sukuna teased, “Do I have to remind you that moments ago you were begging for me?” He asked as he started getting himself dressed, one piece of clothing at a time. He tossed Yuuji’s clothes back over to the boy.
“Get yourself dressed, I am taking you home,” He said, pressing the button on the phone on his desk to summon Uraume. When the beta arrived, Sukuna ordered them to help Yuuji with his clothes, then take him to their waiting car.
Of course, he never specified which home he was taking Yuuji to. The boy could think that Sukuna was bringing him back home for all the alpha cared—but that was never going to happen. His home was with Sukuna now, and Sukuna was going to make sure that Yuuji knew exactly that.
Once Sukuna had finished getting himself dressed, he followed Yuuji and Uraume to the car. He hadn’t bothered wearing his suit jacket, and it left his shoulder holster clearly visible, where Yuuji could see his pistol. Sukuna didn’t care, they were passing through the back way, no one from the public would see he was armed. Besides, the visible gun would be a threat to his omega: run and you’ll be in very big trouble.
The whole ride was tense. Yuuji sat as far as he could away from the alpha, glancing over to Sukuna every few seconds. To Sukuna and his gun.
He somehow missed that before, but now that they were sitting in the car, Sukuna without his suit jacket, he saw it there. Black with a handle made out of leather, shining dangerously in the low light of the street.
“We needed to turn down that street, I live there,” Yuuji said after they passed the street where he lived, looking shocked at Sukuna.
He had never asked where he lived—Sukuna had never asked where Yuuji lived.
He now understood that he was going home with his mate. Not to his home, to his mate's home.
He was sure a person like Sukuna would probably live in something resembling Bowser’s Castle, and he was scared again.
He glanced over to Sukuna, who, this time, locked eyes with him, smirking at a joke only he could hear.
To make this moment worse, he felt the cum seeping out of him, wetting his crotch, filling the air with the salty, musky smell of Sukuna's cum.
Yuuji debated jumping out of the running car, but took another glance at Sukuna and the gun he was wearing so carefully. He was sure that causing a scene would only worsen things for him. That, and the door was probably locked.
When would this drive finally end? It felt like an eternity.
The drive didn’t take all that long, not really. They made it home relatively quickly to one of Sukuna’s many penthouses in the heart of the city. Sukuna was chatting with Uraume, making small talk and discussing business here and there as he sat next to his omega, one hand moving to rest on Yuuji’s thigh. He could smell the evidence of their mating in the air—salty with his cum and metallic with their blood.
As soon as the car pulled into the parking building, Sukuna got out of the car and gestured for the omega to come with him. He grabbed Yuuji by the hand to bring him closer, then wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist. “Come on,” He said to hurry Yuuji up—the less time they spent out in the open, the better.
He wrapped an arm around Yuuji’s waist once he entered the special private elevator that led all the way up to the penthouse. The three of them rode up to the top floor, and once the elevator doors opened, Sukuna nudged Yuuji forward.
“Go on,” he gently encouraged, “This is your home now,” he said as he exited the elevator, leaving his shoes by the entryway as he headed inside.
Yuuji looked through the apartment carefully. His new home. He was scared, feeling like he was in a stranger’s home. And he was, but the stranger was his mate.
The word tasted weird on his tongue.
The apartment was looking significantly less like Bowser’s Castle than he thought; it looked nice. Carefully put together, expensive-looking. Not like Choso’s and his home, which has pieced-together furniture, hand-me-downs, and thrift finds. They didn’t always have money, even with Choso making more now at his new job. Whatever it was, anyway. Yuuji’s brother always kept his new job a secret.
Sukuna was waiting before what seemed to be the bedroom door, and he shied away. He did not want to consider the implications of sleeping in one bed.
Sukuna started removing his gun from its holster and checking the safety. “Come here, baby. Let’s take a shower, let me clean you up,” He said as he walked into their now shared bedroom, then to the en suite bathroom. He placed the gun down by the sink.
“Uraume will take you shopping for clothes tomorrow,” He said as he started undressing, waiting for Yuuji to catch up to him.
The alpha was standing with his back to him, and Yuuji saw that the tattoos were on his back too, stopping just over the two little dimples on Sukuna's back.
Showering sounded nice, especially in that shower. He had never seen one that big and fancy, it could easily hold five persons at the same time.
So he removed his clothes under watchful Sukuna’s eyes, who stood under the shower already.
Yuuji slowly walked to the shower, eyeing Sukuna. His eyes followed a drop of water down his chest, over his piercings, glimmering in the bathroom light, down his abs, and…
Wait—piercings, yep. Sukuna had a nipple piercing in both nipples, simple silver studs.
With his mouth gaping, he looked into Sukunas's eyes.
“Come on.” Sukuna urged him on.
Yuuji followed the order. Standing under the water was heavenly; it was balm for his sore muscles, and when Sukuna tugged him into his chest, laid his arms around him, and rested his chin on his head, Yuuji let him. It felt good having someone hold him like that.
After a few moments, Sukuna let him go, pulled out a bottle of shampoo, and motioned him to stand with his back to Sukuna. Sukuna started washing his hair, gently massaging his scalp, and Yuuji relaxed, only to get tense again when Sukuna made him lean against his chest once more.
Sukuna started to wash his body. And Sukuna was thorough, cleaning every inch. It made Yuuji giddy as he was getting aroused again, and he hoped that Sukuna couldn’t tell.
When Sukuna’s hands reached his chest, he squeezed his tits together, making Yuuji squeal in surprise. He moaned in the next second when his nipples got meanly teased, making a rush of desire zap down his spine.
Soon, Sukuna resumed washing Yuuji, a big hand slipping between his legs, making him gasp.
Sukuna pressed kisses along the side of Yuuji’s head, down his neck. He was very gentle and careful, much different now, compared to how he’d been at his office not even an hour ago. No, right now it was a different version of Sukuna in the shower with Yuuji, a different alpha who seemed like he might actually be capable of being kind.
“Let me clean you up,” Sukuna said with a small smile, as if he were doing Yuuji a massive favor. He leaned in and lapped at Yuuji’s scent gland, still red and inflamed from the fresh bite. He dragged his lips over the fresh wound, then dug his fangs into it again, as if reminding Yuuji just who it was that he belonged to.
“My sweet omega, you took me so well earlier,” Sukuna whispered into Yuuji’s ear, his fingers slipping between Yuuji’s folds, gently brushing over his undoubtedly sore entrance. He whispered sweet nothings into the boy’s ear, the tip of a finger dipping inside of the boy, feeling just how wet he still was with slick and his own cum.
Yuuji didn’t need to know it, but right now it was more like Sukuna belonged to him—with a one-sided mating bite, Sukuna would start wasting away if Yuuji was far away from him for too long. But he wasn’t about to make the boy bite him back; he wanted Yuuji to come to that decision himself. He wanted his mate to bite him back out of his own free will, and so Sukuna didn’t tell him about it at all.
Instead, Sukuna turned Yuuji around to face him, leaning in to kiss the boy on the mouth. And then he was pressing Yuuji against the wall as he kneeled down on the tile, lifting Yuuji’s legs up and hooking them over his shoulders. This way, Sukuna had complete access to his sore cunt. The alpha leaned in and buried his face in Yuuji’s folds right away.
Sukuna placed his hands on Yuuji’s thighs, keeping him still as he licked into his hole, moaning as he tasted the slick and cum that leaked out of him. Yuuji tasted so sweet when he was full of Sukuna’s cum—and Sukuna knew he was absolutely hooked.
“Taste so good full of my cum, baby,” Sukuna murmured, tongue licking at Yuuji’s omegan cock from base to tip. “Gonna have to keep pumping you full,” he grinned wolfishly, then buried his tongue right back inside the boy, trying to get as much of him as he could.
Yuuji's feet suddenly left the earth when Sukuna lifted him. Yuuji practically sat on Sukuna's shoulders, holding on reflexively to the tiled shelf. He hoped that Sukuna would not let him fall.
Sukuna kissed down his dick to his cunt, contact with the sore skin there made Yuuji hiss, but Sukuna's tongue was like balm, and soon, he was moaning again while Sukuna ate him out, slurping and lapping on his cunt.
The cold tile on his back was forgotten while Yuuji’s other hand grabbed Sukuna’s hair, tugging on it.
It was good, too good, and soon Yuuji was close again—but it was not enough. Begging for sweet release, he let go of Sukuna’s hair, fisting his cock, digging his nail in the slit there. This was what took him over the edge, but this orgasm was not as hard as the one before. More slowly dripping like honey, Sukuna was dragging it out as he still was tongue-fucking him.
Yuuji was suddenly so tired.
When Sukuna let him down, he almost fell; his legs just stopped working. Sukuna washed Yuuji down again and then himself, and soon after, Yuuji was patted down with the softest towel he had ever felt, leaning against Sukuna for stability.
It seemed that Sukuna came to the same conclusion as Yuuji and just carried him into the bedroom, where he sat on the bed.
Coming to a kneel, he looked up to Sukuna with big eyes.
“When we go shopping tomorrow, what will I wear until then?” Yuuji asked. He got a dramatic sigh as his only answer.
Sukuna walked over to a sideboard, yanking something out of it, and came back over to Yuuji. Sukuna gave him a T-shirt of his, smelling of laundry detergent. Sukuna’s shirt was so well worn that his smell was so deep in the fabric that even washing couldn't remove it.
Sukuna helped Yuuji get the shirt on, though if it was up to him he would’ve kept the omega naked the rest of the night. Or just naked all the time—they were at home, anyway. What need did Yuuji have for clothes, since all they’d do was obscure his body, after all? And Sukuna, well, he wanted to be able to see his mate as much as he liked.
But if it made Yuuji comfortable for now, Sukuna was happy to oblige. Yuuji had had enough shock to his system for one day, after all, what with Sukuna biting and claiming him on a whim.
Once Yuuji was dressed in his shirt, Sukuna climbed into the bed with him, naked as the day he was born. He pulled the omega close to his chest, burying his face in Yuuji’s damp hair as he held the small boy close. The difference in their sizes was stark and hard to miss, but Sukuna loved it this way. He loved that he could toss his omega around like a ragdoll, lift him and carry him with ease.
“It’s late,” Sukuna said as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past midnight and Sukuna was used to staying up much later, but he was tired now. He’d had a rather busy day and an even more exciting night, after all. And tomorrow, he had more bullshit to deal with, some new gang trying to infringe on his territory—and Sukuna knew there would have to be blood, if those idiots were going to learn to stay out of his lane.
“Let’s sleep, sweet thing,” he mumbled, closing his eyes once he settled back in after he reached over to turn the lamp off on the nightstand. If Yuuji didn’t want to cuddle, Sukuna wasn’t going to give him any choice about it. The alpha held on tightly, pulling the blankets over their bodies. He sighed, content to be with Yuuji, the only omega he’d ever wanted to claim, in his bed. He nosed into the omega’s swollen scent gland, letting out a soft, contented hum when he smelled Yuuji’s scent straight from its source.