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When Yuuji is 14, he comes across something he’s never supposed to.
A room, his fathers room, a sukunas room. A room in the mansion basement that his father forbids him from exploring, a room that Yuuji spends 14 agonizing years obsessing over.
When the teen steps into the room he’s hit with a room full of paintings, paintings of him painted by his father. He’d recognize that art style anywhere, that beautifully disturbing art style. Oil paintings carefully depict him in various positions naked, him playing with himself in bed naked, him standing under a waterfall naked, him kneeling down and looking up naked. It's beautiful, horrifyingly so, the way each stroke of paint builds a perfect image of him that's engraved in a canvas for eternity.
Yuuji checks the date on the back of the largest and greatest painting. March 20th, 1993.
The room only fuels the embers in his heart to grow into an uncontrollable wild fire. Yuuji finds himself unable to deal with the erotic feelings he holds towards his father.
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Sukuna, a renowned painter and single father of one, looks up from his painting. The living room of the priceless penthouse is usually silent, unmitigated silence, apart from the slow mundane strokes of a paintbrush that hit the linen canvas like a reliable rhythm. Painting to him is life, it's the fuel that keeps his engine running, it’s the art form that Sukuna can most reliably dump his horrendous fantasies on. Although, it hasn’t always been a meaningful pastime for Sukuna.
A young painter, fresh from college, Sukuna finds himself bored with the dull results every time. His paintings seem to please everyone but himself—-they seem to wow everyone but sukuna. Praise doesn't motivate him, the placebo drug loses its potency after a few years, and Sukuna feels nothing but lethargic when he picks up a paint brush. He’s dubbed a savant, a genius, a once in a generation artist by his professors and everyone around him. His art is morbid, grotesque and disgusting but it's pulled off in such a way that it's gravely beautiful to the trained and untrained eye, it's only something Sukuna can pull off. Sukuna has long known that there is something gravely wrong with him, there's a void in him that he tries to stuff with art. There's no thrill in life, no thrill in the beauty around him, no thrill in the people around him. But art, his art, is the way he can unleash the morbid thoughts that brew in his head.
But like every artist, Sukuna has been in a lifelong chase of a muse he can't yet find. He kills, decapitates, tortures and mutilates people who he thinks can be worthy of being his muse, then he paints them. But the effort is always in vain, the results come out as bland as the last victim. Sukuna finds himself unsatisfied with every paint stroke, every blend of colour, every angle of the painting. Sukuna finds himself becoming fatigued of the career people have raised him on a pedestal for.
After all, how can a man who only worships himself find someone worthy of his worship?
In spite of his hardships, Sukuna does eventually find a muse. March 20th, 1993, the day his life is changed forever. After a heavy coke binge, the 20 year old artist finds himself passing out on the couch of his cluttered studio apartment. Like most morbid things sukuna does in life, the artist finds himself snorting or injecting drug he can get his hands on just to attempt to feel something, anything other than the void he has in his chest. That march night he dreams, he dreams of a boy kneeling beneath him. The boy almost looks identical to him, yet so fascinatingly different from him. He’s young, with pink hair, honey amber eyes, and underneath those dangerously alluring eyes lay a pair of crescent shaped birth marks, the exact same ones that Sukuna has. The boy is soft, unlike sukuna, the teen looks like an innocent fawn, a picture of what Sukuna would look like if he wasn’t born so morbid. His body is perfect, as if it's been carved in chiseled by god himself. Soft yet hard, with curves in the right places, a small waist, and just enough muscle to put up a small fight with sukuna. The pink haired teen is the sun, he is the moon. The two are so identical yet contrast each other so much that they fit together like a puzzle piece, the yin to his yang.
The morning after, Sukuna picks up his paint brush and paints with unmatched motivation. Each stroke is no longer lethargic and mundane, it's thrilling and unpredictable. He lets his mind lead him, he lets his pristine memory of the dream guide his hand as he paints his newfound muse in the exact position that he was in in the dream. He individually draws each hair, each skin pore, each flake of gold in the boy's amber eyes with unmeasurable care and attention, each stroke has Sukuna holding his breath.
The painting comes out indescribably beautiful, a painting that overshoots the art savants skill level by tenfold. Looking at the painting is like looking at an exact copy of his dream, like looking into his greatest fantasy. Tattooed, callused hands brush over the crescent shaped birthmarks under the boy's eyes which triggers his cock to stir in his pants. He feels, with his hands, every bump of dried paint, thumbing over each individual stroke of hair, adjusting his cock with his other hand. He’s outdone himself, he’s found his muse, he’s found his purpose. Sukuna has never felt anything better, has never seen anything more beautiful, has never felt more euphoric. Sukuna’s rough hands flip over the canvas and labels it.
“March 20th, 1993. Yuuji”
Exactly 10 years later, in the tokyo university, a healthy baby boy is born.
A baby that looks exactly the muse of all his greatest paintings. His other half is born, the void in his heart is filled.
Sukuna names the baby Yuuji.
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“Daddyyyy” there's a bratty voice that echoes throughout the house, a bratty voice that Sukuna finds irresistibly erotic.
Sukuna, nearing his 50’s looks up to see his 16 year old baby glaring at him with a hand on his hip. His baby has grown up to be absolutely beautiful; fluffy pink hair with a beautiful brown undercut, a body that shamelessly stars in its fathers wet dreams, a face that is disturbingly beautiful and the moon shaped birth marks under his eyes grow to be the exact same shape and size as Sukunas. His baby is 16 and in his junior year of high school, and currently in his rebellious phase.
Sukuna eyefucks his son shamelessly in the kitchen where they stand, biting his tongue and adjusting his pants at the outfit that his bratty son has chosen. Yuuji is in his rebellious phase, the phase of puberty where his baby needs a dick in his cunt or constant attention and approval to not be a raging brat. Sukuna has never felt shame for the erotic feelings he harbours towards his son. Yuuji is made for him, and he’s made for Yuuji, they are meant to fit together. Sukuna had only worshipped himself for 30 years, but after his dna comes into the world, his sperm and spunk, he finds himself devoted to a new religion with his god being Yuuji. Yuuji is his muse, his model, his reason. The 46 year old man feels no shame for being dangerously attracted to Yuuji, even if he is his own son. Afterall, Yuuji was his greatest gift from the universe. Theyre meant to be together, and a fucked up part of sukuna shivers in delight every time he thinks about it, he can nearly cum from the thought alone. Sukuna is disgusting, he’s self aware, and he enjoys it more than anything else.
Sukuna knows he isn't the only one. He’s seen Yuuji rub his legs together everytime he spots sukuna walk out of the shower with just a towel on, he’s seen yuuji rub his cunt in the privacy of his own room to the musky smell of Sukuna's boxers, he’s seen the way yuuji grits his teeth whenever someone tries hitting on Sukuna in public. Sukunas disgusting, Yuuji is disgusting, both of them are disgusting and Sukuna wants nothing more then to freely live out his fucked up fantasies with his baby. Yuuji’s still a virgin—-much to Sukuna's displeasure, he has to wait, he has a plan. His plan is meticulous and calculated, precise and planned out. As much as it pains the artist, he has to wait till Yuuji is 18, then they’ll find some legal loophole or start new lives with fake identities with the billions of yen Sukuna has in his bank account and live a beautiful life of blissful love and fucking freely.
Sukuna has to hold back a growl when he sees the outfit Yuuji is in. A pair of black spandex shorts so short that they could be considered underwear and a skin-tight white crop top that says “DADDY’S GIRL” in bold black font splattered on it. The pink haired teen tilts his head, which exposes the lace choker he’s wearing, sukuna licks his lip. Sukuna knows yuuji is dressing like this for attention, sukuna knows that Yuuji knows that Sukuna's eyes are on him, and the whore enjoys it. It's fine, it's only a matter of time, only a game of cat and mouse that Sukuna will eventually win. He loves and hates this rebellious phase that Yuuji is going through, he loves palming his cock through his jeans every time his son comes down in some slutty outfit, he loves seeing tears of arousal in his son’s eyes every time Sukuna scolds him for causing trouble at school. Yet he hates the eyes that are all on his son, all the teachers and students in his high school licking their lips at the bouncing exposed flesh that Yuuji parades through the hallway, he especially despises all the pathetic men that try to Woo Yuuji when he’s not watching.
“Can I have some money daddy?” Yuuji asks, softening his eyes and poking out his bottom lip. Yuuji knows what he’s doing, Yuuji knows that his father is weak to the word daddy, Yuuji knows every string in Sukuna's body to pull and pluck like a harp like the back of his hand. Sukuna groans as he feels his jeans tightening up around his cock, he wants nothing more than to pull those skimpy shorts down and spank Yuuji till he’s red and crying. But he wont, Sukuna can hold back, he’s been doing it for over a decade.
“Not until you change your outfit” Sukuna states, staring directly at the pink nipples that poke through his white baby tee.
“Why?!” Yuuji stomps his foot down, crossing his arms. Sukuna knows his son is trying to be intimidating but Sukuna can't help but hold back a groan as his cock grows even harder at the way his son's tits perk up when he crosses his arms. They are soft and plump, Sukuna knows, he’s spent countless nights sneaking in his son’s room fondling and sucking on them as Yuuji snores in his sleep.
“ Fine” a black and white louis vuitton wallet flies at Yuuji, Sukuna is a man renowned for his superhuman strength but ironically his biggest weakness is a pout of a bratty teen. Yuuji quickly pockets the wallet and runs towards Sukuna, hugging him and planting his fathers face in kisses.
“Thank youuu! Thank you thank you thank you daddy!” Yuuji emphasizes each “thank you” with a kiss that leaves a stain of bubble gum pink lip gloss on his fathers stubbled cheek.
“Have fun at school baby” Yuuji looks at his dad and blows a kiss, sukuna wolf whistles when he sees the stirrup socks Yuuji has decided to wear as he pulls on his white platform sneakers.
“Hey” the artist calls, Yuuji pouts and turns towards him, manicured hand still on the doorknob.
“ Behave, I don't wanna get another call from one of your teachers”
Yuuji rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out at Sukuna, the diamond of the piercing on his tongue glimmering in the chandelier light. The middle aged man groans, staring at the piercing. His baby had gone and pierced his tongue without his permission as an act of rebellion, Sukuna had tried to scold him for it, he really tried but it was just such a fucking turn on that Sukuna couldnt get far. The night that Yuuji came home with a tongue piercing is burned into his head, Sukuna can't seem to count how many loads of cum he had shot into his sleeping son’s mouth that night as Yuuji slept soundly from the drugs Sukuna had slipped into his tea.
“ I mean it, Behave”
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“ I cannot believe you!”
Sukuna slams the car door shut as he shoves his son in the backseat of his sleek black Rolls Royce. The boy has tears running down his cheeks from arousal and humiliation. Usually Sukuna would brush whatever teenage antics Yuuji got in trouble for, most of the time he would just laugh off any calls he got from the school staff. But this? It's absolutely unforgivable, Sukuna can find no excuse in sparing his baby. Anger fills Sukuna's chest as he stares at Yuuji’s pink and swollen lips that are trembling in embarrassment. This time, Yuuji’s teacher calls him not because he violated the dress code, or got caught skipping class, or got caught vaping at the back of the school. This time, Yuuji's teacher calls him because Yuuji is caught kissing some greasy boy behind the school bleachers during class.
“What?! It's not like I did anything wrong, why are you so mad at me?” Yuuji cries, crossing his arms in the backseat of the Rolls Royce. Sukuna regrets raising Yuuji so leniently, regrets spoiling him rotten, regrets doting on him. Yuuji is spoiled, Sukuna can admit it. The teen has spent his whole life being showered in luxury gifts, been showered with care from maids and butlers, and has been showered with affection from his loving single father. He never would’ve guessed that spoiling his baby would lead to his baby betraying him, it was supposed to be sukuna, it was supposed to be sukuna only, every first of Yuuji was meant to be dedicated to sukuna. Yuuji was meant for him, every single part of his body, every atom of his being, every inch of his consciousness.
Sukuna pushes Yuuji down on the seat, savouring the genuine look of fear in Yuuji’s eye. The teen is used to getting his way, used to getting whatever he wants with a pout and a hand on the hip, so on the very rare occasion that Sukuna is actually mad is the thing that Yuuji fears the most. Sukuna never should’ve let Yuuji out of the house with that outfit, in any one of Yuuji's slutty outfits, his baby has grown into an attention craving slut, and it stabs at Sukuna’s black heart like a shank. He should’ve known, he should’ve put two and two together, an attractive boy like Yuuji combined with a closet full of slutty outfits is only a formula for trouble. The thought makes the artists blood boil, the thought of other people oggling his son, the thought of other people eye-fucking his son, the thought of other people kissing his son, the thought of other people touching what is and what will always be his.
“How many other people have you done this with” Sukuna interrogates, he questions, he demands answers. Yuuji is on the verge of tears, honey brown eyes glossy with tears that are brimming and threatening to spill with just a small breeze. Those pink plump lips that Sukuna has fantasized around his cock countless times tremble, too stunned for an answer. The silence only infuriates sukuna more, veins bulging out of his forehead.
“Lay on your stomach, on my lap” Sukuna demands, staring his son dead in the eye.
“ You can't bend me over and spank me anymore!---- im not a kid! What I do with my love life is none of your business!----
Yuuji gets cut off as Sukuna shuts him up, flipping him over so that he's laying over Sukuna's lap on the cold black leather seats of his luxury car. Those tears that have been brimming in Yuuji's eyes for the past half hour finally spill, they break through like a broken dam, coming out as pathetic sobs followed by hickeys. It's as cruel as it is erotic, Sukuna can't help but feel just a bit bad as his baby starts sobbing in fear on his fathers lap.
“Please don't!--- Daddy please!” Yuuji tries to reason, tries to beg, tries to use the magic D word to plead with his father. Sukuna is ruthless as his reputation though, the man shoves his son’s head down in the leather carseat as Yuuji lets out a cry of embarrassment as Sukuna pulls those slutty shorts down. Two globes of tan plump flesh pop out of the shorts, and Sukuna spares mercy just for a second to appreciate his baby’s ass. Yuuji works hard on his body, 5 days in the gym, 15 hours of baseball a week, 50 bulgarian spots in his bedroom everyday, and Sukuna knows every squat and bead of sweat is for him. Yuuji will never admit it, but all his slutty outfits, all his time in the gym, all his bratty outbursts are just for a grab of attention from his father. That's fine, he knows his baby is in denial, he can play daddy that Yuuji truly wants. His baby’s ass is so plump that it pokes through any type of bottoms Yuuji wears, jeans, shorts, sweatpants, Yuuji's ass will always be a call of attention for anyone that looks. It's soft and barely fits in Sukuna's monstrously large hands, his hand fits on the cheek of Yuuji's ass like two matching puzzle pieces.
“ How many people have you done this with huh?” Sukuna demands an answer from his son who is flushed red and crying on his lap, the teen stays silent, only letting out a small sob.
“ I said” Sukuna stops to slap the flesh of his son’s ass one more time, the sound of his hand meeting plump flesh echoing throughout the car. “How many people have you done this with”
Yuuji stays silent, still biting his lips as he sobs on Sukuna's lap. Sukuna feels something wet soaking his lap, the man looks down to see a wet patch of slick staining his 1000$ dress pants. Sukuna throws his head back and groans, cock growing painfully hard. Yuuji seems to feel the hard on straining through his fathers pants, whimpering and gasping as he feels it press up against him.
“You’ve done this with the whole school haven't you?” Another slap that leaves a red mark on Yuuji’s ass. “ Did you do this with Mr.Gojo? Last time I checked your math homework you didn't even know how to properly factor but now you have the top grades in class?” Sukuna squeezes his baby’s ass cruelly, nails digging into plump flesh.
“You’re a whore Yuuji” Another slap so hard that leaves Yuuji screaming and rolling his eyes back, “you’re nothing but a slut”. The cruel comment seems to break Yuuji's silence, the teen sniffles and hiccups before crying out a muffled reply from the car seats .
“N-not a slut! I swear” he hiccups, looking back at Sukuna with trembling lips and teary eyes.
“Yeah, then why are you cutting class to fuck random men” Sukuna growls ‘random men that arent me’ Sukuna wants to argue, but he holds himself back from doing so. He needs to wait, it will be so much better if he savours the fruit of his labour, he needs to hear Yuuji admit it.
“We didn't fuck! I swear daddy! W-we just kissed!” Yuuji tries to reason, Sukuna believes him, he can always tell when his baby lies. But sukuna wants to drag the full truth out of him, the full ugly truth that his baby has buried deep inside of him. A small part of Sukuna is trying to reason with himself, that he should wait till his baby is 18 so that they can carefully follow out the plan that Sukuna has drafted for over a decade, that he should at least wait 2 more years before deflowering his precious baby, that he shouldn’t that Yuuji’s virginity in the back of his car. But the greater part of him cant wait anymore, he wont feel any guilt for being the disgusting person he is and acting it out, Sukuna has been disturbed since birth.
“Why would you kiss him, why would you whore yourself out for some skinny loser who doesn't care about you? He could never care about you like I do, no one can love you like I do” Sukuna spanks him again, this time his thumb lands dangerously near Yuuji's asspussy, the intimacy of the slap leaves the pinkette screaming on his fathers lap.
“H-he was tutoring me, I just wanted to show my thanks” It's a lie, Sukuna clocks it right away. There's more underneath it, there's a filthy erotic truth shamefully buried underneath all of it that Sukuna already knows of but he wants to hear it, he needs to hear it.
This time, sukuna pulls open Yuuji's asscheek with one hand, then he slaps Yuuji right over his pussy and asshole, hard and firm. The wetness of Yuuji flies all over the roof of the car and his hand, the whole car fills up with the irresistibly delectable tart aroma of Yuuji's cunt, a smell that sukuna is familiar with from the stolen laundry he hoards in his room. This is the slap that Yuuji takes the hardest, the teen is unable to take it, squirming all over his daddy’s lap. Sukuna, frustrated from the lack of reply, smacks him one more time directly on his pussy.
Then, warm liquid spreads throughout his lap and the black leather seats of the luxury car. Sukuna looks down to see his baby squirting and pissing all over his lap, rolling his eyes back and twitching on his lap. Sukuna and his carseats are soaked in slick and piss, Yuuji however doesn't seem to care, the boy keeps going while rutting against the large tattooed hand that rests on his ass. Sukuna grabs a handful of soft pink hair and turns his baby’s head towards him to get a glimpse of a face that always leaves him speechless from its beauty. Honey brown is no longer Yuuji’s eye colour, his pupils are so blown that only a thin ring of brown remains. Hearts seem to dance in the boy’s eyes as his tongue lolls out of pink plump lips, like a cute little cat on catnip. The fact seems to shoot arrows into Sukuna's heart, his precious baby is in a subspace.
Yuuji is just beyond perfection.
“Tell me the truth” Sukuna demands, putting his thumb on Yuuji's asshole.
“ I wanted to practice” Yuuji slurs his words as if he’s drunk “ I wanted to be good for you”
Fuck, thats the hottest thing sukunas ever heard. The middle aged man curses as he shoots out a load in his pants, it's pathetic how he came untouched but he could care less, the wet dream that stars in his mind every night is finally coming true.
And it's so much better than sukuna could ever imagine.
The artist curses and reaches for his bag to pull out a pink shaped pill, using a thick thumb to part Yuuji’s lips open to force it down his throat. Sukuna needs him wet and crying on his cock, he doesn't like drugging his baby, he really doesn't, but he promises just this time and this time only to indulge in himself.
Yuuji, still in his subspace, is sweetly obedient, swallowing the pill with no protests, mewling at the way Sukuna shoves his thumb in his mouth.
“Im gonna fuck you, then im gonna eat you out, then i’ll do it all over again and again till I fucking knock you up” Sukuna hurridly rips off his soaked and ruined pants before pulling yuujis piss soaked shorts off. The man carefully lays Yuuji on the seats and reclines them for more room, using his hands to spread his legs open.
“N-noooo!” A drugged out hiccup, “this isn't right daddy, it's gross!---” Even through his drugged daze, the teen tries reasoning with himself, tries to tell his dad that what they're doing is wrong.
“It's okay baby, daddy’s gross, you’re gross, we can be bad together” Sukuna shushes him, looking down to take in the view. Red eyes meticulously scan the big pink nipples that stare at him, sukuna can't wait till they are full of milk and swollen. Then, his eyes scan and savor that thin toned waist that stars in his fantasies, the curve of his waist has to be God's greatest creation. Then, Sukuna's mouth goes dry when he spots something shiny on Yuuji's clit. It's been a while since Sukuna has sneaked into Yuuji's room to eat his pussy through his panties, Sukuna’s just been too busy with work and his baby has just been too occupied with school finals that Sukuna just doesn't have the heart to possibly disturb Yuuji's sleep. A silver glimmering piercing with a big diamond on Yuuji's fat pink clit stares at Sukuna, and Sukuna stares back. Poor baby, Sukuna had neglected his baby’s pussy for just a few months and his baby went out and pierced his clit in an act of teenage rebellion.
Fuck, this is the hottest thing Sukunas ever seen in his 46 years of life.
Sukuna groans and takes Yuuji's lips into his, both of their teeth crashing together as Sukuna indulges in his son, making out with Yuuji so violently that it has Yuuji shaking like a leaf under his broad muscular body. Yuuji tries pushing Sukuna away with a weak shaky hand, but sukuna remains there like an unmovable boulder.
It's cute and erotic how Yuuji still tries to deny it, still tries to deny his feelings for his father, still tries to deny how wet his pussy gets for daddy.
“When did you get this?” sukuna asks, rubbing his clit, licking his lips as he savours the sweet whimpers and whines Yuuji keeps slipping out.
“2 m-months ago…” a sob cuts him off, “p-please don't get mad at me daddy” He cries out, trying to push Sukuna's hand off his clit.
Sukuna swoons, “oh baby, I could never be mad at you” he coos, rubbing his baby’s clit through shocks of drugged pleasure.
The reasonable part of himself tells him that his Yuuji is just so young and still a virgin, that he should finger and lick carefully and thoroughly his cunt in preparation for a cock as big as Yuuji’s forearm. But the meaner larger part of himself tells himself that he wants it to hurt, he wants it to bleed, he wants it to aches for days and days after, he wants his baby to remember where each vein of his cock dragged against the inside flesh of his pussy, he wants Yuuji to remember every spot that the tip of his cock hits, he wants Yuuji to think of Sukuna every time he thinks of playing with his pussy.
Like always, the evil part of him wins. Sukuna takes one last look at his son’s virgin pussy. It's tight, fat and pink. Yuuji had always complained about the stubborn fat on his body that never seemed to go away even after his countless hours in the gym, like the fat that built up in his chest that bounces up and down everytime Yuuji jogs, or the fat on his plump ass that Sukuna secretly oggles on the daily, and his pussy is no exception. It's fat and fertile, ready to take the seed that it's meant to take. Sukuna can just tell by looking at it that he’s tight, his pussy lips and cunt are a tight slit that remains untouched over 16 years. Sukuna can only thank himself for being a good dad, for killing anyone that has a crush on yuuji and dumping their cold bodies in the river. Yuuji is meant for him, meant for him to touch, to eat, to love, to devour, to indulge. That tight pink slit is winking at sukuna, telling him to destroy it, telling him to breed it.
Sukuna can only comply.
Without warning, Sukuna grabs the base of his heavy thick cock and shoves it in Yuuji's virgin pussy. Bottoming out on the first thrust. Yuuji screams in surprise, hands flying towards his pussy to try to pull his dad’s cock out, pain overtaking any pleasure he feels. Tears keep falling down his eyes pathetically and Sukuna finds it adorable, his baby is already crying over some cock.
“Fuck, its even better then I fucking imagined” Sukuna pauses to groan, licking off the tears on his baby’s face.
Sukuna is no virgin, he’s had sex with plenty of men and women before dumping and burying their bodies after painting their corpses. But after Yuuji is born, Sukuna stops sleeping around, and stops looking for other muses. Yuuji is his perfect muse, Yuuji is his perfect creation, Yuuji is his perfect cocksleeve. It's been 16 years since Sukunas last had sex, for 16 years he’s used his hand to take all of his sexual frustration out. The wait is so worth it, so incredibly worth it. Yuuji is tight, wet and warm like a vice. So tight that Sukuna is concerned that his baby is gonna squeeze his cock off, so tight that it has his knees shaky and his eyes rolling back. Sukuna looks down to see what once was a virgin cunt blooming open on his cock; what was once a tight slit opens up like a flower around his cock, his pink wet pussy lips look like flower petals opening and blooming. He’s done it, he’s finally done it, Sukuna has taken his son’s virginity.
Sukuna spots crimson red staining his cock, proof that Sukuna had broken Yuuji’s hymen, proof that Sukuna has taken his son’s virginity. The man goes feral.
“Fuck!” Sukuna doesn't give Yuuji much of a break, throwing Yuuji's legs on his shoulder to thrust in and out with a pace that's almost violent, a pace that leaves the car creaking from how much it shakes. His baby is a mess, tears falling down his eyes that roll back, snot dripping out of his nose, drooling from his pink swollen lips.
“G-gentle! please – no! It hurts, daddy it hurts!” Yuuji tries crying, but it's a plea that falls on deaf ears.
“No, you take it, you take it and dont fucking complain” Sukuna grits out, continuing his cruel pace on his son’s pussy. Squirt flies all over the car and both of them are soaked in sex fluids, sukuna is sure he has to replace his whole car after this but he cant find himself to give a single fuck. Yuuji throws his head back and cries a handful of warped versions of please that only edge Sukuna on. His cock feels like it's going to explode, his baby is so tight and wraps around his sensitive cock like lava, grips his cock like it was always meant to.
“P-please! Slowly—-” Yuuji can't even finish his sentence, screaming and crying when sukuna meanly pinches his nipple with one hand and pinches his pierced clit with the other.
“You have to take it, you have to listen to me, you have to listen to your daddy” Sukuna grits out, using his strength he’s accumulated over the years to bend his baby into a breeding press, a position that Sukuna has been longing to test out with his baby for years.
“You’re gonna be good” Sukuna cuts his speech off to pull out almost completely, the tip of his cock exposed to the cold air in the car, before slamming all of his cock in harshly, pubic hair rubbing against Yuuji’s clit. “You’re gonna lay there and fucking take it like you were meant to”
The drag of his fathers thick, long cock has Yuuji crying and drooling. He’s wrecked, ruined, he won't ever be able to look at his father again without thinking of his dad’s cock dragging and ruining his insides ever again. Yuuji tries to feel guilt, tries to feel guilty over the fact that he's having literal sex with his father, but the way the veins of Sukuna's girthy cock deliciously drag against the inside of his pussy has him throwing every guilty thought out of the window. It hurts, it hurts like hell. Yuuji has never been good at math but just from the sheer drag of length Yuuji can estimate that his father’s cock is at least 10 inches.
“That's it baby, let go, let go for daddy” Sukuna coos, hand still rubbing his pierced clit. Yuuji sobs through it, sobs through every thrust that has him in a supernova-like state of pleasure. Sukuna is no better, his nose is dripping with blood and his pupils are dangerously dilated. He lets lust control him, he lets lust lead every harsh thrust that meets Yuuji’s cunt, he lets lust guide his hands that shamelessly grope and squeeze and Yuuji’s body, he lets lust win over the guilty conscience he should have.
Yuuji's face bends and contorts in such beautiful expressions that Sukuna knows what he’s gonna paint next. It's dangerous, dangerous how good sex with his own son is. Sukuna can never go back, can never go back to a cunt or hand that isn't Yuuji's, he’s on a path to hell and he’s dragging his own son with him. Sukuna kisses every inch of his baby’s body, the body that he made, the body that's made with his come, his sperm, his spunk. Sex with his greatest creation is the greatest thing that Sukuna has ever experienced.
“ I saw you Yuuji” Sukunas voice is shaky and husky, “ I watched you play with your pussy 3 years ago while you sniffed my boxer’s like a pervert” Yuuji whimpers and cries at the embarrassing confession, but sukuna doesn't care. Before the night ends, he’s gonna confess every single dirty thought he’s had of Yuuji in this car and he’s gonna enjoy every single fucking second of it.
“ I used to put a camera in the washroom and jerk off when I watched you shower” Sukunas teeth find the curve of Yuuji's neck, blowing hot air against it and kissing the tan flesh. “I used to fantasize and masturbate to the thought of how tight and wet you must of been”
Every thrust is as harsh as a gunshot, The flesh on Yuuji’s inner thighs start to bruise, and his climax is dangerously near.
“P-please stop” Yuuji gasps as sukuna starts sucking big bold hickeys into his neck, “i-its embarrassing, you shouldn't say things like this—”
“You knew everything didn't you? I saw you sneak into my painting room, I fucking jerked off to the security camera footage every time you masturbated in your room, I saw you open your eyes once when I was sucking on your chest that one night” Yuuji rolls his head back and whimpers in embarrassment, screaming as the dam of his climax breaks.
“You were made for this” Sukuna thrusts one more time, exploding a giant load of cum into yuujis pussy. The two are producing so much juices that a creamy white ring forms on the base of Sukuna's cock. Yuuji goes crazy, legs waving and twitching in the air, squirting and pissing all over the car and sukuna in overstimulation, “You were made to take my cock”
Yuuji cries out in relief, maybe, just maybe his dad will let him take a break.
Sukuna pulls out his cock and suddenly flips him over, pressing the head of his cock onto his other hole, Yuuji panics and tries to fight Sukuna off.
“Im not letting you out of this car until I knock you up”