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The first thing Yuuji does when he wakes is test the restraints that lock his hands behind his back. He's a strong man, and usually he's able to break out. But it seems like he really pissed off Sukuna this time because the chains around his wrists don't budge.
"Fuck," He groans.
"Sleep well, darling?"
Yuuji jolts.
Shit.
The sweeter the pet name, the angrier Sukuna is.
With a grimace and a wave of apprehension, Yuuji opens his eyes.
Ah, the basement. Again.
It's a lovely basement, really. Sukuna certainly has a doting side and it shows in the lavish furnishings and plethora of gifts lying around that Yuuji's received over the course of the year they've started this… thing. The chair he's chained to is the only remotely dingy thing around - no doubt purposefully uncomfortable.
Sukuna is sitting on the edge of the luxurious, blood red, king sized bed, one leg crossed over the other and hands placed elegantly in his lap. He's wearing a suit, which means he probably just got home from work, and it makes him look properly refined despite his large size.
And a wide, narrow eyed grin paints his face, cold and unyielding and all too familiar.
Heart thudding awake, the apprehension rises. Yuuji's fingers twitch and his knee begins to bob on its own as adrenaline begins to seep into his bones.
But he doesn't cower, "Like the dead," He replies, "Did you drug my coffee again? I drink that to wake up, not to catch up on sleep."
It's faint, and had he not known Sukuna so well, Yuuji wouldn't have caught it -- but the faintest twitch of an eyebrow breaks past Sukuna's friendly veil.
Sukuna's grin sharpens to a sneer, and when he speaks, there's too much tooth showing to hide the animosity. "You should've thought about that before you crossed me." And he leans back onto a hand with a suddenly disinterested air. It's easy to see through, though, because those stormy blue eyes never stray from Yuuji.
"Oh yeah?" Yuuji challenges and an angry grin peels back his own mouth, "And how did I cross you this time?"
Sukuna scoffs, "Don't play stupid, brat, it's not a good look on you."
Brat, that's good. Brat means he's in more familiar territory. As to what he did to improve Sukuna's mood just now, Yuuji has no idea.
And Sukuna raises his free hand to inspect his black nails. His grin sheds off his face, revealing a blank gaze, "You went on a date with someone else." He says flatly.
Yuuji balks, "You followed me!"
"You're not denying it."
"Ugh," And Yuuji rolls his eyes. A tinge of guilt wells up and he shoves it down. There's no reason for Yuuji to feel guilty about living a normal life. "We aren't even together, Sukuna, I can do what I want. And it wasn't a date. He just took me to get wagyu beef. Wagyu beef, I've nev--"
And Sukuna is upon him.
" You can do what you want?"
The apathy, the humor, the faux grin, it's all gone. Fallen off Sukuna's face like layers peeled away, and all that's left is a vicious ferocity that has Yuuji's chest stumbling upon itself.
A large hand grasps the back of the chair and Sukuna leans down, looming over Yuuji with an inferno in his blue eyes. They glare unwavering into Yuuji's gaze, "Clearly you need a reminder of who you belong to."
And he pulls back for just a moment. Sukuna is too close, so Yuuji can't see what he reaches for, but he doesn't need to wait long to find out.
Because something is pulled snug around his neck and clicked into place.
Yuuji's eyes blow wide.
A collar.
Sukuna collared him.
Heat dowses Yuuji.
The older man looks down at his handiwork with a very punchable air of satisfaction. He holds up a small key with a smirk before pocketing it. And then with his other hand, he tugs at the collar, "There." And his eyes flick back to meet Yuuji's, narrowed and arrogant, "You're mine, Itadori Yuuji, only mine. And I'll make sure you never forget it."
Yuuji swallows. Sweat prickle at his neck, "No I'm not."
He braces for anger at the disobedience.
It never comes.
Instead a cruel smile cuts across Sukuna's face, all teeth, and a chuckle rumbles in his chest.
Oh no.
"Oh?" Sukuna leans even closer, his massive frame practically engulfing Yuuji. "Then what's this?" He murmurs into Yuuji's ear.
A hand cups between his legs.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck he's not wearing pants.
Yuuji finally takes stock of his clothing situation and grimaces. He's only in boxers and an oversized t-shirt, his normal morning clothes. Just what he was wearing when he had his normal morning coffee.
The hand rubs and its warmth bleeds through the thin fabric blocking it from his cunt.
His cunt that's wet enough to stain said fabric.
"Uh…" He swallows again, voice suddenly dry. Fire blooms across his skin, "It's uh…"
"How cute," The words are half bitten, low and all deep and rumbly in a way that spools from Sukuna lips like honey, "Is the thought of being owned by me that enticing?"
And Yuuji's mouth flaps open and closed, trying to sound out words and utterly failing. Fuck his kinky soul, it is not fair that his obsessive stalker is exactly his type.
"Good," Sukuna purrs right into his ear.
And then Yuuji's boxers are yanked off. He squawks at the manhandling, and just as quickly Sukuna's hands are back on him. One circles around his neck, over the collar, and the other slides right between his legs again.
"Because I own you." He rubs the heel of his palm against Yuuji's enlarged clit and bites down at the junction of his neck and jaw in tandem.
A wordless shout erupts from Yuuji's lungs. Pain and pleasure shoot through him in a twined symphony. Unwittingly, his legs twitch open ever so slightly.
It doesn't go unnoticed. Sukuna glances down, a pleased glint in his eye and on his low hum. The palm grinds again and this time it doesn't let up.
And Yuuji is thrown into sudden and brutal stimulation. Electricity careens through him, pulling his breaths in deep and making him tense against his restraints. Fuck. It's raw and rough and too much and it scratches an itch in a way no one but this infuriating man in front of him can.
Yuuji bites his lip and swallows a moan. He refuses to give Sukuna that satisfaction, at least not without a fight.
The hand on his neck withdraws, and in its place, Sukuna latches on. He bites and nips and sucks at the delicate flesh, no doubt leaving a litany of marks upon Yuuji's skin.
Yuuji pants against the ministrations. Shame burns underneath the overwhelming sensation bombarding him at how easily he's succumbing. But it's clouded in a heady lust, a feeling of having a deep seated need finally met.
He feels like a starved man given a feast.
Normal sex just doesn't do it. It never really did.
Sure getting his rocks off is nice but Yuuji never felt properly sated. There's always something a little disappointing, a little lackluster about it.
He tried bdsm and that was better. But this -- whatever the hell this is with Sukuna -- gets Yuuji going like nothing else.
Sukuna, the bastard, ignites something wild within Yuuji. He sets him ablaze in the holiest, filthiest of ways.
He hates that he becomes like this. He loves it. How needy he gets, how quickly he falls.
How his legs fall open without any input from his brain. And his cunt clenches on nothing and cries at its hollowness.
He's so caught up in the pleasure/pain that he doesn't notice Sukuna was busy with some other things until the older man pulls back and something yanks on Yuuji's collar.
The chains stay wrapped firmly around his wrists, but he's tugged from the chair without restraint. The surprise is enough to bring Yuuji back to reality and glance down and follow the line of a dog leash from his collar to Sukuna's hand.
"Oh fuck." Yuuji utters.
And Sukuna sits back on the bed and wraps the leash around his hand a few times before yanking even harder.
Yuuji's feet stumble on themselves and he barely catches himself before he falls onto Sukuna.
Another yank and he does.
"Who do you belong to?" Danger laces Sukuna's words.
And Yuuji has enough coherency in him to pull away and shake his head, "No one," He says.
Without warning, too quickly to do anything, Yuuji is tossed onto the bed.
Before he even finishes bouncing from the impact, Sukuna is upon him.
The bed dips from the weight of the older man and Yuuji is rolled onto his belly.
He thrashes against the hold as Sukuna cages him in. Fuck, Yuuji isn't a small man by any means, but Sukuna envelopes him easily. He's so big. In every way, from his musculature to his… Well.
Heart racing in his veins, Yuuji heaves for air. He's afraid (he knows) that it's not from strain.
"Who do you belong to?" Sukuna hisses into his hair.
Yuuji turns his head to the side, eyes looking back as well as they can, "Are you deaf," He breathes, "I said no one."
His collar is yanked from behind. It squeezes against his throat and Yuuji gags. Tears prick at his eyes and an ache throbs between his legs.
And his hips are grabbed in a bruising grip and hoisted into the air.
"Wrong answer," Sukuna sneers. His hot and heavy weight smothers Yuuji.
Yuuji's manhandled into an obscene position, thighs spread, spine arched and ass up and presenting like a bitch in heat.
He feels exposed, vulnerable, powerless to the behemoth of a man who holds him hostage. Air caresses his most sensitive parts and he's held down expertly, only able to wriggle against Sukuna.
Arousal, pure and raw, bursts through him.
And then there's a shifting behind him. The clack of a belt buckle sounds out, loud amidst the relative silence.
"Fuck." He blurts.
And he feels it.
The length that presses against his hole is stupidly large and hot against his cunt and so fucking goddamned perfect.
Sukuna leaves no time for anticipation. He doesn't allow any savoring of the moment.
Instead he sheaths himself completely into Yuuji with a single powerful thrust.
"Aaahn!"
Oh, it hurts. He might be plenty wet, but there wasn't any prep and Sukuna is big. Yuuji's stretched wide and then some, burning like overworked rubber.
He's full. He's so full. Sukuna reaches every bit of him, pushes against every good spot and bad spot and it hurts.
It's so good.
And there's no time to adjust. Just as quickly, Sukuna pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.
A shout, rough and pitiful, pushes out of Yuuji's chest.
Sukuna sets a brutal pace, thrusting in and out harshly and powerful and thorough.
It consumes Yuuji from the inside out. His body burns. He feels ravenous, and he devours the sensations that are forced upon him.
Finally, finally.
Fuck it's been too long.
The hand on his hip squeezes painfully and his leash is yanked. He chokes against the pull of his collar as his neck is forced up. His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open as teeth dig into his jaw.
"You're mine," Sukuna growls with a particularly harsh thrust. "Only I can make you feel this way."
And Yuuji has just enough fight left in him to weakly shake his head against the tightness of the collar, "No," He moans. It's a pathetic sound, there's no bite to it and it's unconvincing even to his own ears.
Sukuna trails his mouth up to Yuuji's ear. His lips press against the curve of it, "Don't lie," He murmurs like honey, rasped and fucked. His dulcet voice blooms like ink in water across Yuuji's skin, "Or I might need to punish you, pet."
A shiver wracks up Yuuji's spine.
"M'not," Yuuji's voice cracks with a moan at another thrust, "Not lying."
"Brat." And there's a curl of endearment in the rolling of that one word.
And Sukuna stops.
He pulls out.
Lifts off.
The leash falls to the bed next to Yuuji's face.
He whirls around as best as his trembling body will allow. "What?" It comes out as a whine.
It's cold. The air that flows between them is practically frigid in comparison to Sukuna's warmth.
Sukuna shucks off his blazer in Yuuji's periphery.
He's so empty. His cunt clenches on nothing and he needs to be filled. He needs. He needs. He was almost there, he was getting what he needed, finally. He needs more.
When Sukuna doesn't respond, Yuuji flops over onto his back, brow furrowed and eyes wide with a desperation he can't tamp down for the life of him.
Sukuna is still on the bed, on his knees at Yuuji's feet. He tosses his blazer off to the side and moves to undo his tie.
His gaze is locked onto Yuuji's, a cruel smile marring his handsome face.
"Why the long face, Yuuji?" Sukuna purrs, "With all those 'no's, didn't you want me to stop?"
His cock stands proud, pulled out of his unbuttoned slacks. It shines wetly with Yuuji's slick.
Oh Yuuji needs that. He needs that back in him.
Pride battles with need. His mouth works but words don't come out. Until, "I -- I…"
"You what?" Sukuna slips his tie off.
The chains dig into the small of Yuuji's back. It makes his spine curve in a deeper arch and it makes him feel lewd in a way that only heightens his troublesome arousal. His shirt is only halfway ridden up and the fabric rubs against the hardened nubs of his nipples.
And there Sukuna is, in a crisp white button up and slacks that probably cost more than his paycheck and a nice tie that he's absently wrapping around his knuckles. Yuuji's own debauched state is a filthy comparison and it shouldn't excite him even more to think about that but it does.
And he needs and he needs and needs and needs. He needs this man before him like he needs air to breathe.
He breaks too quickly. Too easily. It's been too long and Yuuji knows it makes him look desperate but Sukuna has a way of slaughtering his pride.
"Please," He finally rasps out.
Sukuna's smile sharpens. He slows in his undressing, "Please? Please what?"
Yuuji lets out a frustrated groan. Of course Sukuna isn't going to make this easy.
"Fuck me!" He yells, "You win, okay?! Please fuck me!"
Sukuna barks out a laugh, "Why should I, if you aren't mine?"
"You're playing dirty, you bastard!"
And Sukuna crawls over him. He plants his hands on either side of Yuuji's head and peers down at him with the look of a predator playing with its prey, "That's right, I play dirty for my darling dirty whore. And I am willing to leave you here and wanting. All. Night. And then some, if I don't hear those little words."
And Yuuji knows Sukuna well enough to know he's not bluffing. For such a devil, he can have the patience of a saint when he wants to.
They've played this game before and Yuuji knows no goading or flirting or attempts at seduction will get him what he needs.
There's only one way.
And needy and desperate as he is, it doesn't take long for Yuuji to throw in the towel and admit to what he so vehemently denies to both himself and Sukuna.
"I'm yours," He murmurs. A moment of hesitation is all that remains before he spreads his legs and tucks his chin to the side, looking at Sukuna indirectly. "I belong to you."
And that's all it takes.
The leash is grabbed and Yuuji is yanked up and dragged to Sukuna. And before he knows it, his lips are captured in a passionate kiss. An unwitting moan bubbles up in his throat and is swallowed by the press of Sukuna's tongue.
Yuuji kisses back with fervor, his own tongue meeting Sukuna's as he lets himself be devoured.
He's pressed back down onto his back, Sukuna climbing over him. And just when the kiss ends, Sukuna replaces his own mouth with the cloth of the tie.
Yuuji lets out an odd noise of surprise as he's muffled. It only takes a few seconds for the tie to be knotted at the back of his head and then his thighs are grabbed and lifted.
Sukuna moves like a man possessed, quickly and efficiently pressing Yuuji's legs up to rest by his head, bending him in half, and aligning himself back up with Yuuji's hole.
And just like that, Yuuji is filled.
He keens as he's finally thrusted into again, the emptiness vanishing as Sukuna all but consumes him.
Sukuna sets an even more brutal pace. He licks the tie in Yuuji's mouth and then ducks his head down to bite Yuuji through his shirt. He travels down, leaving a trail of bites and bruises until he wraps his mouth around Yuuji's nipple. Tongue wetting the fabric in the way, he swirls it around before biting hard on the nub.
Yuuji squeals, his eyes rolling back as the sensations bombard him. All he can do is take the rough treatment and it is everything.
And all it takes is a rub of his clit for Yuuji to come.
Ecstasy consumes him, body and soul. The pleasure blooms like waves of inferno from across his skin to deep into his core. It tingles against his tongue and teeth and thrusts a scream from his chest.
And black rides on its tails.
Yuuji is only out for a few seconds.
Sukuna remains inside of him and as Yuuji blinks awake, he's greeted with the feel of come trickling out of him and a ravenous smile.
Sukuna's teeth glint against the light as he speaks, "Good boy. Good, good boy." And he leans down closer, breath mingling with Yuuji's hot pants, "But don't think we're finished. I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."
Oh.
Oh shit.
Yuuji braces for the ride.
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There aren't any clocks in the basement, so Yuuji's not sure how long they go at it. But by the time Sukuna finishes and performs his aftercare, Yuuji is ready to sleep for a very, very long time.
He's still restrained -- Sukuna making sure to attach the chains around his wrists to a lead connected to the bed -- and his arms are aching from being in the same position for so long.
His body hurts from the strain of marathon sex. And the many bites and bruises littering his body sting like a hundred Insect bites.
But he's satisfied. The collar is snug and comforting around his neck and Sukuna is holding him like a teddy bear as the older man sleeps. The grip is tight and Yuuji knows from experience that he won't be able to move until Sukuna wakes up.
Which is fine by him. He's happy where he is.
For now.
Eventually, he'll get bored of the basement and escape again. And Sukuna will stalk him and eventually will hunt him down like the sadistic, obsessive freak he is.
Yuuji nuzzles into his captors neck. He feels a little bad for involving that guy in their game of cat and mouse. No doubt he's at the bottom of a river right now for daring to take Yuuji to dinner.
That sort of thing used to make him feel a lot worse, but a year of the same intoxicating game on repeat has changed Yuuji. Turned him into something he doesn't quite recognize.
And he finds he doesn't mind.
Anything for Sukuna to keep up the chase. Anything to get that jealous wrath directed at him.
Anything to be his prey.