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“Prince Sukuna! Prince Sukuna, please come out!” A worried maid rushes through the halls, flats slapping against the marble flooring. Her worried cries for the nine-year-old prince as she rushes through the castle, desperately looking for the young prince who has managed to get away again. It doesn’t help that his father antagonizes the prince, which always starts a yelling match between the two, and that never ends well.
What it ends in is a giant man-hun of all manpower on board searching the castle up and down, looking in every nook and cranny a nine-year-old can and can’t fit into. maid quarters has doors swinging open and curious heads popping out. It’s a stressor for everyone, especially the poor queen, who worries about the trouble her son could get into.
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Uraume, the head maid, walks down the hallway next to the other head maid, hands tucked into their kimono. Uraume’s sharp eyes are half-lidded, a line of irritation furrowed between thin white brows.
“Uraume-sama, shall we alert the maids or the guards first?” One of the lower-level maids asks the head maid, those sharp purple eyes sliding over to the petite woman.
“The maids first. Have them scour the castle before we go wasting more manpower. Alert the kitchen as well to start cooking some of Sukuna-sama’s favorite foods; maybe that will lure the boy out,” The sleeves of the kimono fall away as Uraume pinches their brow, irritation clear in their body language and the heavy sigh they let out.
“Yes, headmaid!” The lower-level maid nods, bowing slightly before rushing off at full speed, not a moment to waste. The longer this goes on, the higher the chance is that Sukuna has already escaped the castle and could be anywhere by now. As strong as the prince is, he still is nine, and that has its own problems tied to it.
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The bell in the maid's quarters is rung, the clanging rings echoing through the dimly lit quarters. Eternal flames in iron chambers crackle softly, lighting the hallway in a soft orange glow. The sun has started to set, nearing dinner time and nothing has lured Sukuna out of wherever the small prince is hiding.
At the sound of the ringing bell, the sound of clambering inside the maid’s rooms echoes before doors are swung open and hastily-dressed maids are standing on point, fixing their outfits quickly, ruffled headbands placed on heads and half-aprons smoothed out.
Yuuji is slower, though, fever-wracked body sluggish as he fixes his skirt. Under it, the warm skin against his thighs makes him shiver, gulping down a wad of saliva as he staggers out of his room, pulling the heavy door open with his fatigued muscles.
Yuuji gulps as he holds the sides of the dress, the long skirt covering his legs as it drags on the floor slightly. His movements are sluggish, feet clad in only slippers dragging across the floor. His face is flushed and dripping sweat; fringe pushed back with a fever patch. His eyes are bleary, outfit rumpled and clearly hastily put on.
The movement of his skirt is slow and stiff as he grips the fabric tight, licking his lips.
He stands on point as well, although he’s less put-together than the other maids, half-apron missing and ruffled headband put on the wrong way, feet unable to press together, and back hunched over. His eyes find the head maid, Uraume, standing at the entrance to the maid hallways. After gaining everyone's attention, Uraume-san drops the string connected to the bell, tucking their hands back into the long sleeves of the kimono they wear.
“Everyone,” Uraume starts, looking quite bored and annoyed, the annoyed furrow between their brows never smoothing out. “Please start yet another search for the runaway prince, Sukuna. He had a fight with his father and ran away yet again,” The head maid annunciates the fact that this is the tenth time - Yuuji is sure there have been more times, but that’s just how many times the prince has run away since he’s started working here - and Yuuji is certain Sukuna will not take kindly to being made to be a fool in front of the maids.
Yuuji nearly keels over when the air is punched out of him, stomach clenching hard and teeth grinding together. His body shakes, lower back braced heavily against his closed door. Thankfully he remembered to close it fully, or he’d make a fool of himself falling backward into his dorm. “As such, please check hot spots for him and report any findings to any guard and tell them to bring the information to me,” Uraume ends their speech with a soft sigh, kimono ruffling.
“That is all, dismissed,” The white-haired head maid turns on their heels, disappearing around a turn as a majority of the maids take two minutes flat - by the ticks that Yuuji counts on the grandfather clock in the hallway - to gather the rest of their uniform accessories before filing out, leaving Yuuji and a seasoned maid - he’s never actually caught her name and he’s just resigned to calling her ‘oba-san’ in his mind - who looks over at him worried.
“Yuuji, dear, has your fever not broken?” Another maid - one of the nicer ones to him, a kind old lady with the sweetest smile - huffs softly, walking to him. Yuuji gulps, eyes closing as a half-smile works itself over his face.
“NN-o, it hhasn’t…” Yuuji stutters out, toes curling in his slippers as he has to hold himself up, leaning against his closed dorm door.
“Oh, you poor thing, please go rest. I’ll let the head maid know you are still sick,” She huffs, hands settling on hips, ushering him into his dorm. Yuuji goes without fuss but keeps his movements slow, careful to not rustle his skirt.
“I-I will; good luck on yy-our search for Sukuna-sama,” Yuuji smiles shakily, closing his door quickly, careful not to slam it. His back hits the door, hearing it rattle slightly, hand cupping over his mouth. Tears collecting in his lashes fall slowly down his flushed cheeks, sliding down the grainy door, feeling the little pieces of fraying wood catch against his uniform.
“S-Sukuna…ssama… your parents are w-worried about you,” Yuuji sobs quietly, eyes closing and opening again slowly when he feels his skirt ruffle, the long fabric skirt flipping up to reveal the grinning, pink-haired prince. Those dark red eyes - far too malicious and evil for a nine-year-old - look up and him and down his feverish body, fingers fucking into Yuuji’s cunt steadily. He had meant to stop the nine-year-old when he burst into his room and locked the door behind him, but he can’t.
He was taught as a maid that he shall never say no to the prince, no matter how outrageous the ask is.
He just didn’t expect the boy’s fist to be fucking in and out of his cunt when he accepted that oath.
“I like it here better than that damn stuffy throne room,” The little prince huffs, small fist fucking in and out of Yuuji’s cunt. The sounds are outrageously lewd and make Yuuji throb, garter-clad legs falling open. He doesn’t mean to give the prince more access, but his body is too weak to clasp his legs shut and fight against the pleasure and fever at the same time.
Tears slide down his face, ever-falling as he hiccups and keens weakly, sobbing into his palm. “Plus, why wouldn’t I like to spend time with my favorite maid? I get you all to myself…” Sukuna cackles, the prince far too malicious for his young age, continuing to fuck his fist in and out of Yuuji’s cunt. It’s like he’s being fingered with three of his own fingers because that’s how small the prince is.
“Y-You really sshouldn’t be here…” Yuuji tries, head tossed back, resting against the grainy, unsanded wood of the door, knees starting to shake. His core tightens, his chest starting to heave with his impending orgasm and disgust for himself.
He’s going to cum on the nine-year-old prince’s fist again.
Again, and again, and again. It’s a never-ending cycle of disgust and lust, settling on his shoulders like two boulders, ever-present and dragging him down till he can’t move anyone.
He’s sure the prince would take advantage of that. He did just fist-fuck him right in front of his peers and employers without anyone knowing.
“Blah, blah, save it and shut up,” Sukuna hisses, fucking his fist into Yuuji’s cunt harshly, punching into his cunt. Yuuji keens a broken sob, head thrashing back and forth, eyes rolling up with the pleasure-pain ripping through him. “You like it; stop complaining. If you didn’t, you woulda’ ratted me out long ago that this has become my new favorite hiding spot,” Yuuji hiccups a sob because he’s… well, he’s right in some sense. He could rat the prince out to the maids and his parents that he’s been hiding in Yuuji’s room for the past five runaway attempts, but he hasn’t.
He’s not sure why, but he’s not going to dig too far into that why because he fears what’s hiding below that, and he’s not willing to unearth those skeletons.
“S-Sukuna-sama,” Yuuji cries, his free hand reaching down to grasp Sukuna’s forearm, gulping and throbbing at the clear size difference between the two. Yuuji’s entire hand - albeit he has sort of small hands - envelope Sukuna’s forearm with ugly ease.
He could just throw the boy off of him because no matter how strong Sukuna-sama is, he’s still a nine-year-old. Yuuji is an adult who has been doing physical labor for years; he’s far stronger than the boy.
But still, he grabs on and tries to stop that thrusting fist, failing miserably when one of Sukuna’s free hands comes down on his cunt, landing on his throbbing, pudgy clit - sucked fat and gummy courtesy of Sukuna himself - with a loud thwap!
“S-ukuna-sama! O-Oh, god!” Yuuji sobs, thrashing hard as his orgasm rips through him, so suddenly it’s like tearing fabric. He’s frayed at the edges, jagged in the cuts that tear him apart. His cunt clenches down on Sukuna’s fist, still fucking into him even quicker that it’s starting to hurt. His cunt squishes, sopping wet. He’s so wet it drips down to his ass, thighs, and cunt dripping, making a mess of his poor maid uniform.
“I-I’m gggun…a,” Yuuji sobs, the feeling of another orgasm nipping at his ankles and grabbing him by the throat, eyes rolling back. His body shakes, sobs ripping through his coughed-raw throat, vocal cords aching. He’s been coughing and sniffling non-stop, barely able to talk, but the moans that rip through him are no less visceral than they would be if he were in perfect health.
“Again? Really? You really are a slut,” Sukuna bites, snapping his teeth at Yuuji. The clack of teeth makes him shake, remembering the time Sukuna bit his clit in relation to being told no. “Do it, then, soak yourself, cum again,” That crude wording from the nine-year-old makes him whine, head tipping back impossibly further, knees tensing and toes curling, slippers falling off his feet as he cums.
The wet splash that echoes in his room makes his eyes snap open, an arc of squirt splashing against the young prince’s face, a look of shock and pure ire falling over that soft face dripping his squirt.
“A-Ah,” Yuuji squeaks, moaning softly when Sukuna’s fist pops out of his cunt, a deluge of slick dripping out right after. “S-Sukuna…sama, I’m sor-”
“Zip… it,” Sukuna glares at him, wiping his dirtied fist on the half-apron that was thrown on his floor, face dark and teeth gritted. “You… dare to wet me with your worthless orgasm? What a fucking slut I have as a maid,” The harsh words stab into Yuuji, shame burning through his body as he looks down, eyes skirting away from where they landed on his poor, sore cunt. His clit is red and slapped raw, throbbing as the cold air nips at it.
“Clean me up,” Sukuna huffs, a droplet of squirt dripping down his soft jawline, eyes full of hatred and annoyance. Even so, his trousers are bulged from where his little cock tents them.
“O-Okay, let me g-get a towel,” Yuuji pushes himself to his knees, sliding his legs under him and whimpering softly when his thighs rub against his sore cunt lips. Sukuna’s semi-dry hand, which had just been fucking into his cunt grips at his jaw, pulling his face toward his. Their noses brush, those striking red eyes staring into his amber ones.
“I didn’t mean with a towel, lick me clean. You made the mess, clean it, dog,” Sukuna huffs, letting go of his jaw harshly and leaning back. His face is still dripping with his slick, little beads dripping down that soft jawline and collecting under his chin.
Yuuji gulps, trying to ignore the flare of heat in his stomach.
I’m not into this, I’m not into this, he chants, crawling closer, sitting on his calves, and reaching out to grip Sukuna’s jaw, but his hand is quickly smacked away. That glare is like a dagger being held right before his eyes, sharp and menacing.
“Dogs don't get to touch their owners,” Sukuna hisses, tipping his head up just enough for Yuuji to lean in and lick tentatively at the droplets of slick gathering on the prince’s chin. His face flushes when his own salty taste hits his tongue, nose crinkling slightly. Still, he does not stop, even if the taste makes his body shiver.
His tongue laps up the drying squirt stains on the boy's face, huffing and letting little hiccuped ‘a-ah’s out as he does so. His eyes are half-lidded, fever patch starting to peel off his sweaty forehead.
Drool slips out of his mouth, teeth doing little to stop the constant drip as he cleans Sukuna’s face of his slick, smearing his spit all over the boy in a… poor attempt to clean him.
There’s a reason Yuuji is around the prince more than he cleans because of his poor skills. He isn’t even really sure how he got hired, but he has a feeling it has to do with the boy he’s licking right now.
“That’s good enough,” His face is roughly pushed away, falling back to sit on his calves, whining softly when the fever patch on his forehead falls to the ground. His shoulders drop, grabbing the patch, shifting to his right, and tossing it into the little trash can in the corner of his room.
“Lay back,” Yuuji’s eyes skirt back to the prince, who is unbuttoning his pants. Yuuji sags, doing as the prince says, rolling back onto his butt, leaning against his door once more, bunching up his skirt to lay the bunched-up fabric on his hips, opening himself up for the boy.
He’s too tired to fight, relenting and letting the boy do whatever. He’ll be done soon because even though Sukuna has good stamina, he is still a child, and Yuuji will be able to tuck himself into bed and sleep every ache in his body off.
Hopefully.
“P-Please be gentle,” Yuuji asks softly, watching the boy pop the buttons on his shorts, pulling his zipper down slowly. It’s a tease, and a shiver crawls up Yuuji’s spine, gulping down another wad of saliva.
Sukuna says nothing, instead pulling his small cock out of his pants, beads of precum already sliding down that small, soft shaft. Sukuna’s knees clack against the wood flooring as he shuffles forward, stroking himself slowly. The soft flush on those pale cheeks as he strokes himself makes Yuuji’s clit throb, watching with rapt attention.
The prince’s movements are slow but practiced, sweeping his thumb over the dripping head to spread the precum all over, shaft throbbing in that small hand. Yuuji watches, eyes following as Sukuna pumps his cock, little mouth popping open as he strokes himself right in front of Yuuji, one hand braced on Yuuji’s knee, digging into the soft, flushed flesh.
Sukuna’s jerks and movements as he jerks himself off are no longer shaky and unconfident, clearly feeling good as he strokes himself.
It’s just like Yuuji taught him. Up, down, up, down. Tease the head, fuck your hips into your fist. Up, down, up, down.
It’s tantalizing. Sacred. Taboo.
“G-God,” Sukuna’s voice cracks, bending forward and scooting even closer, little cock bumping against his clit. It sends a small ripple of pleasure through Yuuji, cunt clenching and toes curling, huffing softly. “Move your legs,” Sukuna pushes at his thighs, small hand sinking into the soft flesh of his thighs, bracing against the corded muscle.
Yuuji moves his legs as asked, hiccuping a soft moan when Sukuna’s hips twitch forward, cockhead kissing his clit before brushing past it to rut against the slick, dripping hood. His cunt is covered in slick and cum, perfect to rut against.
“That’s it,” Sukuna groans, head tipping back when one of his ruts slips his cock inside, hugged perfectly by Yuuji’s cunt. Sukuna’s hips snap forward, molding against his cunt as they both moan. Sukuna isn’t big enough to hit the right places, but it still feels good. The taboo aspect makes up for the lack of major stimulation, cockhead occasionally brushing against the edge of his g-spot, teasing him with the pleasure he’s sure to know when Sukuna grows older.
As long as he’s still working here, he doesn’t ever think he’d be able to lock the Prince out of his room. Metaphorically and physically, he’s sure Sukuna would just break the door in and fuck him for everyone to see without care.
“O-Oh, Sukuna-sama,” Yuuji whimpers, head tipping back as he breathes slowly, rocking with the harsh, quick thrusts of the prince. Sukuna’s pace is break-neck, hips slapping harshly against his. His clit rolls perfectly against Sukuna’s half-damp shirt, the perfect mesh of soft and coarse sensations sending him reeling. His stomach churns, and his cunt clenches tight, clearly appreciated by the prince, who groans happily, hands gripping harder from where they grip at his love handles. Those small, child fingers sink into his love handles, making him shake and moan at the nips of pain.
“Y-You…” Sukuna grunts, hips working, steady with his thrusts. He’s evolved from the last time they did this and it makes Yuuji tremble. His core clenches hard once more, pleasure flooding his poor, spent body. His back aches, and his cunt is surely going to be throbbing for days to come, but he’s sure Sukuna won’t let it have a break.
He’s sure the boy is going to disappear once more to find Yuuji in his room, fucking him even as his fever refuses to break.
Maybe this fever is a curse - revenge from the gods for doing these taboo works with a child. Yuuji will brave this fever, though. He’ll go at it like he goes at everything else: head first and strongly.
Another skirt against his g-spot pulls him back to reality, cunt squeezing on reflex. They both moan in tandem, Yuuji’s voice starting to give out, sniffling softly. His mind is foggy and so hot, the fever patch having given him some clarity, but with it gone and in the trash, his mind is starting to feel full of fog once more.
His mouth hangs open, crackling moans dripping from it, so quiet they float under Sukuna’s moans and the wet slaps as his cock sinks balls-deep inside of Yuuji. His eyes are starting to flutter, a line of cold drool burning up on Yuuji’s hot skin, making him whimper softly.
“S-Sukun’...” Yuuji whimpers out, voice giving out on him, silent, painful moans trying to make their way up his throat, but they fail at the tip of his tongue. The prince doesn’t seem to care all that much now that his bitch has stopped moaning, fucking into him with the same vigor as before.
“Going to… fill you soon,” Sukuna grunts, voice hitching on a rippling moan. Yuuji nods, knowing Sukuna can’t see him, head tilted down, staring at his cunt and their connection. “Y-You should be… mm, grateful that a royal is filling a u-useless maid like yoursself,” Sukuna’s voice slurs at the end, those hazy red eyes finally looking at him.
Yuuji is sure he looks like a mess because he feels like one. His skin feels like it’s been replaced with lava, his chest heaving under the constrictive fabric of his maid uniform, and moans no longer have a voice behind him. He’s sure his face is also ruined with snot and tears, face very clearly flushed with arousal and his fever.
He’s sure he’s also dripping with sweat, but neither of them really cares. All he cares about are those dark, hazy red eyes on him as Sukuna’s hips start to lose rhythm, slapping harshly against his ass and thighs, cunt red with abuse.
“Say… say thank you,” Sukuna grunts, licking at his lips, losing his rhythm at an alarming pace. Yuuji squeezes, a soundless moan vibrating in his throat. “Say thank you, and I’ll fill you up… s’what you want, right? All sluts what to be filled,” Sukuna moans, hands gripping harshly at his love handles, likely the only thing grounding him as the pleasure threatens to eat him whole.
“T-Than..k,” Is all about Yuuji can get out, voice breaking even further, unable to get to the ‘you’ part, but it doesn’t seem to matter. A flood of hot cum fills him, making his head slide to the side, drooling onto his shoulder. This poor uniform will need a very thorough and loving clean, it seems.
“Gods! Yuu-ji,” Hearing his name from the Prince’s mouth makes him clench hard, cumming weakly. His clit throbs visibly, cunt cinching tight around Sukuna’s cock, milking the prince of all his worth.
Sukuna collapses against his chest, snuffing into his sternum, both of them lying there as they catch their breaths. Yuuji isn’t even sure he’ll have enough energy to move, but he’ll need to. He needs to bring Sukuna back to his parents, take a shower, and sleep. Even if his body protests the mere thought of moving, he will need to.
After laying here for a couple more minutes, basking in the feeling of impotent cum dripping out of him.
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“Uraume…san,” Yuuji whispers, getting the attention of the headmaid. His voice aches, but after the warm shower and medication, the pain is bearable, and his voice box no longer protests talking. His throat does, but he’ll ask the kitchen to make him honey tea before he heads off to rest once more.
“I found Sukuna-sama…” The prince in question is asleep in his arms, bundled in a small blanket Yuuji fished out of his little linen closet. He had slept on Yuuji’s bed while the maid showered, returning to the little prince bundled up in his blankets, snoring away. “H-He’ll need a change of clothes because his are, uh, sticky… but he’s unharmed,” Yuuji gulps slightly, trying to ignore the way his cheeks heat hotter - already so flushed he’s sure nobody notices - at the memory of squirting all over the boy on accident.
“I swear, we should send you on the man hunts instead of everyone else, Itadori-kun,” Uraume sighs, stepping forward to pluck the sleeping prince from his arms, handing him off to the relieved-looking queen. “That way, we wouldn’t waste so much manpower,” Uraume huffs, rubbing at their face with their hands, making Yuuji sweat.
“Now, return to your quarters. You look, well, awful. I’ll have medication and a nurse sent your way later on,” With that, Yuuji is dismissed with a wave of Uraume’s hand, to which he bows to both the head maid and the king and queen, who are holding their grumbling, sleep-addled son in their hands, those hazy red eyes flicking over to him as he hurries off. Well, as best as his fatigued body can carry him, begging the kitchen staff to whip up a thermos of honey tea for him before he’s sent off to bed.
It’s a dreamless sleep that Yuuji falls into, a fever patch settled on his forehead and his body sinking into his mattress.
Yuuji is sure it’ll happen all over again in a week when Sukuna and the king have a disagreement and the boy storms off to find solace in his favorite maid, and Yuuji will be sore all over again.
He just hopes his fever breaks soon, or else he’ll maybe have to lock his doors and hide away from Sukuna till it does.