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The characters of Jujutsu Kaisen don't belong to me. Using an alternate, fictionalized version of Gegê Akutami's anime.
𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, Mixblues__
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What to do when the guy you love is so naive he can't see you?
Naive in the sense of being too kind, always seeing the best in people, to the point of ignoring the evil hidden in their hearts and their ulterior motives.
Sukuna let out a long sigh, as if to expel along with him the confusion of thoughts that had accumulated in his mind. After leaving the books on the dresser, he walked to the bathroom of the small dormitory. The yellowish light illuminated the space softly, reflecting off the worn but functional mirror. He turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run, while resting his hands on the sink and staring at his own reflection.
‘How can someone be so blind?’ , stared at his own red eyes, which now reflected fatigue and a pang of frustration. It wasn't the kind of frustration that came from an exhausting day, but the kind that took root in the heart, heavy, persistent.
Right after bathing, Sukuna heard voices outside the room. He frowned as he recognized the feminine tone laden with false curiosity.
"Itadori-kun, is it okay for me to come now? Won't it disturb your roommate?"
"Nah, it's okay, Ozawa. Sukuna doesn't care about these things," Yuji replied, with his usual kindness.
Sukuna stopped in the middle of the bathroom, his fists clenching involuntarily. His eyes narrowed, and his teeth creaked in silent irritation.
Of course he cared. How could the brat be so careless? How could I allow her, that intruder, to enter his space, his territory ? And even worse: being so close to Yuji.
The discomfort that had already haunted him during his bath now turned into a mixture of uncontrollable frustration and jealousy. He didn't trust her. I didn't trust that sweet smile she gave Yuji. Sukuna knew what people were capable of hiding behind pleasantries.
His eyes, now gloomy, turned to the door, irritation growing with every laugh he heard. Yuji might be naive enough not to notice her ulterior motives, but he wasn't.
Especially because he had it too..
With a heavy sigh, Sukuna ran his hand through his wet hair, before leaving with his usual bored look. Soon, a pillow was thrown in his face, and he saw the girl turn on her back, flushed, while listening to the pink-haired boy.
“YOU IDIOT, WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?”
Yuji screamed, his face flushed, and Sukuna grabbed the pillow, strategically placing it in front of his ‘parts’ , since he had left the bathroom with only the towel hanging over his shoulder, as he always did when he was alone.
“And how was I supposed to know you guys were coming now?” He went to bed, taking his clothes and changing himself as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Ignore me, I'm just going to put on my clothes and I'm already leaving.”
“Itadori-kun, I'll be back another time, get down—”
“No, wait Ozawa!”
Yuji approached him, covering his nude figure so that Ozawa would not see him. “Sukuna, my pillow...” said in a tone that denounced how uncomfortable he was, as he watched him put on his underwear and looked away. “You'll have to wash it and give it back to me. Furthermore...” His gaze fixed on Sukuna as he finished putting on his shorts and basketball jersey. “You don't have to leave if you don't want to, the room is yours too.”
“Don't worry, I was going to leave right away.”
Sukuna then adjusted the damp towel on his shoulder and gave Yuji a brief glance before turning to the girl, disinterested. He picked up the ball from under the bed, his nose twitching as he smelled Ozawa's sweet scent in the air.
Did the bitch produce herself all, on a Tuesday afternoon, just to teach? No, of course not.
He hated Yuko Ozawa with a burning fury, resenting every attempt she made to win over his brat. Yuji, seemingly oblivious to the small clues, did not seem to have romantic feelings for her, but treated the girl with a kindness that only increased his irritation – consequently her hopes.
His patience was being tested with each encounter, turning his jealousy into a palpable, almost tangible emotion.
He decided to leave, leaving the room of the lodge for Yuji to study with the girl, knowing that Ozawa was there to teach him, something to do with mathematics and first aid theorists. But his heart contracts with a mixture of anger and possessiveness at the thought that that naughty whore would try to get his man at any cost. This feeling consumed him, turning into an obsession he could barely control.
Ryomen Sukuna, a young adult in the archaeology course, was in love with Itadori Yuji, his roommate and occupational safety student. A deep and overwhelming love, silent and secret, that consumed him since the first year of college, when the random division of the rooms made them share the same space.
It was a love that took him to extremes, even though Sukuna made a point of being the annoying, annoying idiot practically 24 hours a day. He loved Yuji, and even though it sounded contradictory, he always called him a "brat," even though they were only a year apart.
All of this was because the boy possessed an irritating innocence, but at the same time, this was the same reason Sukuna found himself lost in this love. It was as if this purity was his perdition, a magnetism impossible to ignore.
It was as if Yuji was an angel on earth, a ray of sunshine amidst the darkness, with that wonderful smile full of teeth. He was always teeming with life, always seeing the bright side of things. It was as if hope sprang from the earth in the most difficult situations, infecting everyone around with its sympathy, even when it was sad.
Although Sukuna found Yuji to have questionable taste in clothing, he found him beautiful in any garment he wore, whether it was a piece of curtain, sackcloth, or beggar's clothing.
Always wonderful with your printed clothes, full of colors and with kittens, puppies or other random things. Nothing exaggerated, nothing ridiculous, just a peculiar mix of elements that somehow only further enhanced its unique beauty.
He had those beautiful pink hairs, which seemed to glow in the soft daylight. The tanned caramel skin, smooth and flawless, resonated with the chocolate gaze, deep and welcoming. And that mouth... I couldn't help but think how perfect she looked, always flashing a smile or uttering words with a softness that made him lose focus for a moment.
Although he wanted to come back as soon as Yuji called him, he wanted to vent his anger not only by playing basketball, but by doing his weirdest hobbies possible when he had no proof – like walking around abandoned places. I hated to smell that horrible, sweet girl perfume that was permeated in the room for hours, only having time to do something together the next day.
But lately Yuji's exams are making him more stressed and distant, as the boy was reinforcing with the ‘smartest senior in the class’, as it said.
…
“Sukuna, do you have class this afternoon?”
They were eating cheese balls at the coffee shop table after the morning general lecture the day before.
Sukuna looked up at Yuji, who was absentmindedly munching on the snack, and his eyes followed to his roommate's fleshy, teasing mouth.
“No, why? Want to explore that cemetery with me today?”
He gave a mischievous smile as he watched Yuji try not to choke on Nescau's glass, spilling some into the corner of his mouth.
“Sukuna… mnn, I'm eating.” The youngest finally swallowed the liquid that was stuck in his throat. “It won't work, it's just that—”
“Oi, Itadori-kun.”
The two looked at the tall, brown-haired figure of the approaching girl, her eyes shy, something Sukuna quickly ignored. He cast a disinterested glance, focusing on the girl now before them, his eyes running from top to bottom with a silent challenge for the interruption. It was something he had begun to do more often.
“Ah, Ozzy.”
Sukuna's hearing was lost the moment he heard that nickname come from Yuji's lips, his insides turning in unbearable pain. It was as if it were a betrayal of his own heart.
A nickname? At this point in the championship?
He turned to the girl who was making annoying, shy giggles as he saw her holding the orange binder and talking to Yuji. Would he have to put up with her again today?
“Oh, okay. If you're comfortable, I'll call you Yuji anyway.”
“That's fine by me, no formalities.”
Sukuna narrowed his eyes at the answer, listening to their conversation.
“Sukuna-San, do you need any backup too?”
The attention of the two was on him now, Sukuna directed his gaze to the girl and limited himself to biting the cheese ball, noticing the false look of kindness that she tried to forge. It was clear to him: this was all just because of Yuji...
His abdomen ached when the boy next to him elbowed him, as he had only negatively shook his head at Ozawa.
“Ouch! hmm… no, I'm fine.”
Sukuna finished the chew bored and looked at Yuji. He took a napkin and, with an unexpected gesture, wiped away the remnant of nescau that was in the corner of the boy's mouth. Yuji was awkward, looking at him in surprise.
“It got dirty here.”
The pain in his chest fell apart when he saw the strange look the girl gave him, it seemed like an expression of envy in disguise. This made a discreet smile appear on his lips, a smile that widened even further when he saw Yuji's gentle smile in response to his gesture.
“Thank you.”
“For nothing, baby.” Sukuna chuckled, following Yuji's protest as he watched him take the last of the cheese bread. Biting off half of it, he shoved it into Yuji's mouth, licking the residue off his fingers with a mischievous smile.
“I-I'M NOT A BABY!”
“Okay, don't forget to wipe your mouth with the napkin, you filthy baby.”
“I'M NOT-”
Yuji's protests were interrupted by a throat clearing from Ozawa, who squeezed the binder into her arms, visibly uncomfortable.
“Y-Yuji-kun, see you later then.”
They turned to the girl, who quickly left, giving no chance for an answer. Sukuna smiled malefically, feeling a growing satisfaction.
That day, he had won.
…
They say love is blind, but Sukuna doesn't think so. He can see all his roommate's difficulties and flaws, and he never stopped being who he was –a complete idiot– in front of Yuji, who always impressed him with the most unexpected reactions he never saw from anyone.
It hooked his heart, in immeasurable ways, Yuji was always interested in anything strange he did – things that anyone would ignore or find him a sick brainless person.
And he Ryomen Sukuna, bored and sullen as if someone was always kicking your ass and stepping on your foot, annoying like every insufferable older brother who liked to irritate.
He liked to think he was a demon, and Yuji was his little angel.
They were completely opposite, with completely different hobbies, and yet… they get along super well.
Sukuna chose archaeology because he has a fascination with relics and ancient stories. He may be especially interested in historical weapons such as ceremonial swords or ritual blades, which connects with his knife collecting hobby.
During class, he may be the type of student who asks the teacher complex, critical questions because he always thinks he knows best – and probably does. Colleagues may see him as intimidating, but every time Yuji was present, he was curious to know what he was studying.
He may have an impressive collection of historical and exotic blades hidden under your bed, some of them acquired on rare trips or markets. He cares for them as if they were art, meticulously sharpening and cleaning each piece.
Some knives may have dark stories or associated legends, such as ancient rituals or curses. He was never one to say anything about what he likes to do, until his brilliant brat and sighted roommate got the idea to ask about when he found them under the bed, prompting him to tell Yuji stories for hours.
He never imagined that someone who wanted to be a firefighter could be interested in occult things in history. Yuji may find his collection fascinating, but also a little scary.
They have some classes in common like: Professional Ethics, Safety Planning in Risk Areas. And whenever something fascinated him, he wouldn't stop opening his mouth.
One of the first things that made Sukuna feel his heart beat faster at the time was when his new roommate didn't treat him like an alien, despite people wanting to distance themselves from him wherever they went.
[...]
On that beautiful day in the classroom, the teacher had talked about analyzing old materials, as in occupational safety some materials were important to have knowledge as in other professions:
"Determining the composition of a material is essential both to preserving it and to understanding its use at the time."
Sukuna raises his hand, attracting everyone's attention.
"If someone were buried holding an iron gun contaminated with lead, would there be signs of poisoning in the bones?"
The teacher paused for a moment, surprised. Some students start laughing softly, muttering things like: "This guy is sinister..."
Yuji just looked at Sukuna, confused but intrigued.
He almost thought the blond man in the beige suit in the center of the room was wondering why he chose that profession, but Professor Nanami –after thinking– looked at him amusingly: "Well, Mr. Ryomen technically yes, depending on the amount of contact and the exposure time. It's an interesting hypothesis."
After class, he stepped as if the floor could melt the floor with his feet, a pile of nerves, every look straying from his as people passed by his path.
that was until Yuji if he could get close to him, as they were heading towards his room, he already had the answer ready, until the brat started:
"Man, you're kind of crazy, but I have to admit, your question made me curious.” He pauses, looking at Sukuna with a teasing smile. "Have you ever thought about opening a horror museum? Admission would be free for me, right?"
Sukuna rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on the corner of his lips. "If you keep talking, I'll charge you double.”
[...]
At this point, Sukuna tried in vain to focus on the words of the book, while leaning against the wall, sitting on the bed. The other two figures in the room were sitting at the front of the study table.
“Yes… if the person is choking, you will not give them water to swallow the object, depending on what it is, they may die.”
Ozawa explained, in a sweet, soft voice, alongside Yuji, about first aid. Sukuna, tortured, tried to look away, but he couldn't help but notice how the naughty girl placed her hands on Yuji's arm, as if the explanation needed physical contact. Her every touch felt like a direct blow to his chest, and he forced himself to breathe calmly.
Suddenly, the ancient sarcophagi of the Heian era were no longer interesting. Sukuna would look away at the sentences in the book as he bit into his afternoon sandwich, his attention fully focused on the scene in front of him. Every reaction from Yuji, every move from Ozawa, he couldn't look away, even when he wanted to.
He stood up, receiving their prying eyes, before going outside to splash water on his face in the bathroom, trying to cool his mind.
“Yuji-kun, that's not how you save a person, let me show you.”
When Sukuna returned, he felt an immediate urge to stick his face in the toilet, or to rip the viscera from the neck of the wretch who was now ‘hugging’ Yuji.
“What is this?” He couldn't contain himself and asked, his voice acidic, as his eyes narrowed. I watched her movements, so intimate, as if they were in the middle of a rescue scene.
“Ham… well, Yuji wasn't understanding this procedure, so I'm explaining.”
He looked at the boy in response, questioning with his eyes, seeing Yuji take his hands off the girl as if he were touching fire. “S-Sukuna, I don't understand anything, can you come here?”
“What?”
Ozawa looked at them both, confused, almost being pushed aside as Sukuna approached with a firm step. She sighed and looked at him just like that.
“You can use it for… illustration.”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, the expression a mixture of contempt and curious indifference. He hadn't forgotten how he'd seen Ozawa's thin, profiteering hands before, resting on the brat's waist, as if he had every right to touch him.
“Ozawa, show me how it's done. Sukuna is right here.”
Sukuna felt a growing agony when Yuji put him in the same position he had been in before, intending to allow the girl to set an example.
Those hands, which he considered disgusting, rested on him.
“Wait, S-Sukuna-san, put on a shirt, please.” Ozawa visualized his body, which prided itself on being built full of tattoos – not that he liked being exposed at that moment.
‘It'll be a pleasure, bitch.’
“Stop it, it'll be quick, shall we?” Hearing the other Sukuna's response, he frowned, noticing Yuji's teasing little pout, which crossed his arms, giving him looks. “Our study time is running out.”
“Ah... Okay then.”
Reluctantly Ozawa waved and positioned himself as if to give a hesitant hug from behind Sukuna, as if seeing him as a beast about to attack. Sukuna remained quiet, waiting for the touch that made him feel increasingly uncomfortable.
The disgust he felt was almost palpable.
When the squeeze happened, with Ozawa's breasts pressing against his back, he struggled not to react with a vomiting urge. He was almost sick until his eyes widened.
“DAMN!” He lost his breath, feeling the girl's grip, which felt more deadly than anything that was a simple illustration of first aid. “OKAY, OKAY, DAMN IT!”
Yuji looked at them, still curious, apparently unaware of the tension in the air, as the girl continued to explain the movements.
“Oh, yes, I understand now, thank you.”
Yuji waved in understanding, and Ozawa finally released him. Sukuna, relieved, took a deep breath, but the disgust for her did not diminish one bit. The feeling of wanting to kill her was almost uncontrollable.
“You’re welcome, Yuji-kun.”
She moved to sit down again, excited as if she had accomplished a goal, while Yuji gave a brief smile to a serious Sukuna, making mention of returning to his own seat and continuing the study.
“Wait.” Sukuna held his hand, pulling him closer to him. “Show your teacher what you learned.” A satisfied smile appeared on his lips when he noticed Ozawa lose her smile, visibly uncomfortable.
“That won't be necessary, Sukuna-san, I already—”
“Nonsense.” He interrupted the girl firmly, watching Yuji's confused look turn into a lively smile. The boy looked excited as he moved to get behind him, ready to follow the ‘exercise’
“Okay, be quiet then,” Yuji said in a playful tone, as he positioned his hands on Sukuna's waist, his warm fingers squeezing there before gluing his body into a hug, just as Ozawa did.
‘Oh Deus’.
Sukuna held his breath as he felt Yuji's firm, muscular chest glued against his bare back. That chunky harness, hidden by the kitten t-shirts Yuji used to wear, was his complete downfall. For a brief moment, he forgot Ozawa's presence in the room.
It nearly melted when it felt Yuji's chin curl up on his shoulder, before feeling his arms wrap around his waist.
“Is this okay?” Yuji's low, slightly hesitant voice sounded close to his ear, making Sukuna's hair stand on end. He looked away at Ozawa, who crossed his arms resolutely.
“Yes, it's great.”
But Sukuna was not satisfied.
“Brat, that way I'm going to choke here,” he muttered with a teasing point, grabbing Yuji's hands to adjust them, gluing them more around his abdomen. “Posture.”
He felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation as Yuji sighed against his ear, the heat of the air making his skin burn. As if that weren't enough, he noticed the slight pressure of Yuji's waist against his own, as the button on the boy's shorts involuntarily pressed against his bottom.
“What now?”
Yuji's seemingly innocent question sounded dangerously close and low. Sukuna closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain the torrent of sensations that was taking over his body, before opening them again.
“Now yes,” he replied, the deep, charged voice of something he had not fully let on.
Yuji smiled contentedly, seemingly oblivious to the charged atmosphere that had formed. He squeezed his arms slightly around Sukuna, adjusting the movement more firmly, as if to make sure he was doing it right.
“Well, then I press like this and make the upward movement, right?” He demonstrated the movement carefully, unaware of the slight shudder that ran through Sukuna's body.
“That.” Sukuna replied, short, trying to keep his voice steady, but Yuji's closeness made it difficult to control himself. His gaze was fixed on Ozawa, who watched the scene with a mixture of discomfort and barely concealed jealousy. He wanted her to see it, to know it was out of place.
Yuji, on the other hand, was completely focused on the "class", as usual. The naturalness with which he moved, the firm but gentle touch on his waist, and even the warm breath he let out on his neck were destroying any defense Sukuna tried to maintain.
“And after that, I hope the person can cough, right?” Yuji asked, tilting his head to the side, which made his face almost brush against Sukuna's jaw in confirmation.
“That's it,” Sukuna murmured hoarsely, swallowing dryly. “You get the idea, brat.”
“You learned”. Ozawa cleared his throat, crossing his arms tightly. “Well, I think the explanation was enough for today. Thank you, Yuji-kun, for putting so much effort into it. Sukuna-san, thank you also for your patience.”
Sukuna arched an eyebrow, unresponsive, but the small singing smile he gave was enough to make it clear he had won once again.
Yuji let him out with an excited smile, returning to the table as if he had won another victory. Sukuna, in turn, took a deep breath, trying to regain control.
“I think Ozawa is a great teacher,” Yuji commented nonchalantly as he put the books back in his backpack, hearing his giggles in response.
“Oh, of course,” Sukuna replied, laden with irony. “But maybe next time I won't have to participate in the theater, right? I almost died.”
Literally…
Yuji gave a low, innocent laugh. “You helped a lot, Sukuna. It was fun.”
“ For you, maybe,” Sukuna muttered, massaging his temple as he watched Ozawa say goodbye, still casting spiteful glances at him.
When she finally left, Sukuna threw herself onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh, covering his eyes with his arm.
“You attract every figure, brat.”
Yuji laughed again, sitting in the nearby chair and looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, come on. You like to help me, go.”
Sukuna opened one eye, watching Yuji closely for a moment before giving a small smile that he tried to hide.
“Maybe a little.”
Yuji blinked in surprise, but before he could answer, Sukuna turned to the side, muttering something inaudible.
“See if you don't get me into another one of these next time, or I'll teach you myself ‘other’ lesson.”
Yuji laughed again, but this time, more softly, before getting up and starting to clean up the study session mess.
...
He thought that after that the girl would settle down for good, seeing how he made Yuji's attention project to him quickly as soon as he was present. They were best friends for a while and Yuji was always a piece of gum, except when the little bitch got in his way.
And this time he went too far.
Well…he could be too.
Sukuna felt irritation grow inside him like a storm about to explode. Every time he opened the bedroom door, there was Ozawa, in his tiny shorts, low-cut blouses, or provocative dresses, hovering over Yuji like an unwanted shadow. It was as if she was marking territory, and it filled him with uncontrollable fury.
He could no longer ignore it. If Ozawa wanted to play dirty, he also knew how to get into the game.
But for now, he held back, watching the scene with a glacial gaze. Every time she placed those rotten orange pieces –which she called breasts– on Yuji's shoulders, explaining the matter with exaggerated sweetness, he felt the blood boiling in his veins like poison.
The sound of Yuji's computer beeping irritably cut through the air, diverting everyone's attention. The young college student, frustrated, was trying to understand what had happened to the screen, which seemed to have stretched out strangely. "Sukuna, can you help me with this? I don't know what happened now."
Sukuna, who was watching everything with a critical eye, saw an opportunity there. He approached, assessing the situation with a quick glance. "Leave it to me, baby."
Instead of asking Yuji to get out of his chair, Sukuna did something much better. He sat on the boy's lap, his movements quick and precise as he adjusted the extended screen. The physical contact was brief, but enough to send a clear message.
His friend was visibly surprised, his cheeks inflated and his hands resting on his back strong as Sukuna worked. The closeness made his heart race, but he said nothing, just watched Sukuna solve the problem with admirable skill.
When the screen returned to normal, Sukuna gave a brief smile, not only to Yuji, but also giving Ozawa a defiant look. It was a silent but clear message: he was there, and he had Yuji's attention to himself.
"Problem solved," Sukuna said, rising from Yuji's lap with a naturalness that contrasted with his presence in the air. He returned to his place on the bed, leaning back as if nothing had happened, but his eyes shone with silent satisfaction.
"Oh, thank you," Yuji said, still a little stunned by the unexpected close contact, returning to his study.
Ozawa, who observed everything with an expression that mixed surprise and irritation, noticed the change in dynamics. She tried to resume class, but the atmosphere had changed, and she noticed that Yuji was not as focused as before.
The older man, in turn, once again feigned interest in his book, but his heart was beating faster with the small victory.
When the study session finally ended, and Ozawa said goodbye with a kiss on Yuji's cheek, Sukuna felt the bitterness in his mouth as he saw the simple smile on Yuji's cheeks, the kindness in his eyes, and felt a lump in his throat.
"So, how was today?" Sukuna asked, his voice controlled, but with a tone that could cut through glass.
Yuji, oblivious to the tension, replied cheerfully, "It was great! I'm learning a lot, Ozawa really knows how to explain things in a way I understand."
Sukuna forced a smile that was only limited to his lips, as his eyes were cold. "Good for you."
He knew he had to act, but patience was his ally now. He would plan something, something that would finally show his possession.
The thought of losing Yuji to someone like Yuko Ozawa caused him a visceral dread, a need to protect and reaffirm his hidden love that could not be ignored. He couldn't let that slut get what she wanted, not while his heart was pounding so hard just for Yuji.
So, he decided to put his plan into action. With his mind boiling with stratagems and his heart beating with a mixture of love and revenge, Sukuna devised a scheme to ensure Yuji remained his – whatever was in his head.
He couldn't allow that straw doll-haired Barbie witch to interfere in his relationship, not when every fiber of his being screamed for possessiveness and protection. With a gloomy smile, he began to plot, ready to do whatever it took to keep Yuji by his side, even if it meant playing dirty.
"I just came to change my clothes, ignore me."
The other afternoon he just made a statement when he left the bathroom and turned to the wardrobe, choosing his clothes with the greatest slowness. His masculinity hanging again and his muscles showing were a cause for protest from Yuji and the girl's embarrassed look, as the other day.
But he had an intention; his every move was calculated, a deliberate display of beauty, a desire intended to fill the room with an almost tangible tension.
Yuji seemed to struggle internally, trying to balance his focus on his studies with the almost irresistible compulsion to scold him for being naked. The boy would look away at the books, but his gaze would return to Sukuna's body as if drawn by an invisible magnet.
Ozawa did not seem content, feeling challenged and diminished by Sukuna's dominant presence.
“Yuji-kun, you forgot that sum.”
In an attempt to regain Yuji's attention, she leaned further over him, pressing her breasts against his shoulders, using her body as bait to divert the boy's chocolate eyes back to her. But his tactics were so transparent and desperate that they did not live up to the unwavering trust of the tattooed, naked man.
Sukuna pressed his lips together in a sign of anger, his eyes narrowing like sharp blades as he watched the scene. Seeing her rubbing herself against his brat as if it were a cheap attempt at seduction aroused in him a burning desire to break his bubble.
He dressed in slow, calculated movements, each piece of clothing chosen to enhance his physical form. When he finally turned, fully clothed, his eyes met Ozawa's with an intensity that promised storms of revenge and consequences.
He sprayed himself with a Malbec perfume, a choice that announced his presence. He wore black shorts and a translucent white tank top that showed off his tattoos and muscles, along with black air jordans sneakers.
His voice, even when speaking of something so mundane, carried a natural authority, a veiled promise. "I'll play some basketball, then I'll wait for you outside," he said, the tone casual but with a clear subtext that this wasn't just an invitation, it was a command in disguise.
He stood very close to Yuji, where the two young men were sitting, so that the boy would take a good look at him.
"Okay, I'll finish this here and meet you there," Yuji replied, with a brief smile, but also that he couldn't hide his analysis of him.
Sukuna returned him smile and left the room, leaving a trail of perfume and unspoken promises in the air.
Today he may even lose… but not tomorrow.
He's going to put an end to this nonsense.
That Friday he informed himself very well, so he already knew that Ozawa was coming at 3:00 pm.
His plans were for around 2:30 pm. Itadori Yuji was going to be yours, and when the girl showed up, there was going to be a nice little surprise for her.
Yuji completely in his arms .
So he took advantage of the fact that his roommate was finishing reviewing the subjects before the girl arrived,
All it took was one distraction, and nothing more .
Sukuna took a moisturizing lotion and started applying it to his own body, he was wearing thin black shorts, also shirtless. It was a very quick thing he did while watching the other write something on the white piece of paper, his intention was different.
“Brat, I've already applied too much lotion, there's a lot left on my hand so… let me pass by so I don't waste it?”
He said it as a disguise and already went towards Yuji's shoulders.
“A-ah? Hmm…okay.” Caught off guard by the offer Yuji looked him over his shoulder and smiled.
“I'm not going to refuse free massage, so…”
Before Sukuna could even suggest it, Yuji was already taking off his shirt, the action almost automatic, clearly the brat was longing for it, the weeks of the race were stressful and ended his back.
The shirt fell next to them, leaving Yuji with only his small gray shorts. His muscles and skin on display, a sight that made Sukuna feel a wave of victory and desire.
‘That's it’ .
Sukuna smiled and thought, soon his hands landing on the boy's dreamy works, well defined and soft.
With slow, deliberate movements, Sukuna began massaging Yuji's shoulders, his hands gliding gently across the skin, spreading the lotion with a precision that was more than just functional. The sensation was pleasant, relaxing, but with a touch of something deeper, a promise of intimacy that made Yuji sigh, relaxing against the touch as he tried to return to writing.
This special oil was bittersweet and peppery, the kind used for sexual massage where Sukuna acquired it in a sex shop.
He seized the opportunity, his hands running down Yuji's back, exploring every muscle, every curve with a boldness that went beyond a mere massage. The absence of the shirt allowed for even more direct, more intimate contact, and Sukuna's every move was calculated to increase the connection between them, to make Yuji feel completely involved, not just by the massage, but by his dominant presence.
“This oil smells, is it from what?”
Yuji's question came in a sigh, as he tried not to rest his body lying with his arms on the table, the notebook already almost forgotten.
“One there, I've had it for a while now, it's mint”.
Because Yuji seemed fully available to him, Sukuna stepped up the massage, his hands exploring every contour, every yearning touch finally touching the skin he wants to be his – or at least in that moment. The bedroom door could be opened by Ozawa at any instant, but what she would find would be a scene that no amount of planning or flirting could undo.
“Oh, that's very good”. Yuji let out a low moan, almost dropping his pencil. The sounds made Sukuna's pants tighten, his penis becoming stiff.
“Are you enjoying it, in?” He whispered seductively in Yuji's ear, feeling him shiver.
“Yes... You really know, in”. Yuji responded and Sukuna allowed herself to wander his hands to Yuji's defined breasts, massaging and eliciting more moans from the boy. “S-Sukuna, calm down there”.
“Relax Yuji, you are very tense”. He made a point of saying his friend's name as he normally doesn't, making him quiet down and let the touch of prolongation.
Every sound Yuji made was like fuel for his desire, every moan a confirmation that he was in control, that his brat was being taken to a place only he could take him.
Sukuna leaned further over the chair, his body almost glued to the younger man's honeyed, smelling back, the closeness increasing the sexual tension in the air. His hands explored, not just massaging, but caressing, every touch charged with intention, with possession. He could feel Yuji's breathing quickening, the rhythm of the boy's heart pounding under his hands.
The responses, almost like Yuji's spasms, were filled with satisfaction and surrender. This made Sukuna's smile widen, a smile of someone who knows they won, who is shaping that moment exactly as they wanted. The tension in his pants was now almost unbearable, but he kept going, also seeing that Yuji had a small volume in his.
It was just a moment, for that little bitch to arrive, and the thought of her witnessing this scene, of seeing Yuji so clearly surrendered to him touch, was an added pleasure, a quiet, well-done revenge. But above all that motivated him, it was Yuji's pleasure, the sound of his moans, the feeling of his body reacting to his touch kept him going.
“Hmm, what...” Yuji opened his eyes in surprise when he felt the intimate contact of Sukuna's hands wander on his nipples and squeeze lightly, letting delicious sensations impact his sweatshirts. He put his hands over the elder's to withdraw in slight protest, but Sukuna's hands repelled in a pat. “HEY!”
He raised his head to ask what the other was doing, only to have his lips captured and his mouth invaded by a hot tongue. Sukuna had taken advantage of the moment of surprise to move forward, his kiss dominant and demanding, an invasion that gave no room for confusion or misunderstandings. Yuji felt a whirlwind of sensations, surprise mingling with an unexpected pleasure that made him waver, his stamina melting in the face of Sukuna's intensity.
The kiss was deep, exploitative, and carried with it all the revelation of Sukuna's repressed desire. He wasn't just kissing Yuji; he was marking territory, showing him and anyone who might walk through the door who owned that moment. While his lips were occupied, his hands continued to work, massaging Yuji's breasts and nipples pleasurously, each touch sending waves of pleasure throughout the boy's body.
Yuji, despite the initial surprise, found himself responding to the kiss, his own tongue meeting Sukuna's, a dance of desire and surrender. Sukuna's caresses, now softer but still full of intention, drew low moans from Yuji that were drowned out by the kiss. The touch on his nipples, alternating between gentle squeezes and circular movements, caused Yuji to lose control even more, his body molding to Sukuna's, seeking more of that sensation.
The older man just wanted to see the door open at that moment, Ozawa witnessing this lewd scene.
Yuji, no longer resisting, felt increasingly involved, more surrendered, as Sukuna continued to explore, his lips, his tongue, making Yuji his, at that moment, in a way that could not be undone.
Sukuna let go of his hands and surrounded the chair, sitting on Yuji's lap to kiss him better by surrounding the younger man's neck. His glutes surprisingly gripped tightly as he twerked lightly over the erection evident on Yuji's pants. Direct contact, friction, increased the now clear lust between them, making desire almost palpable.
Sounds in the room were scattered with bitten kisses and tongues, salivaries exchanged warmly. Sukuna kissed Yuji's neck, giving brief blowjobs, eliciting vivid moans as his warm, bare breasts came together. Each sound was a confirmation that he was in control, that he was taking Yuji to a point of pleasure that only he could provide.
“S-Sukuna”.
He felt Yuji who was also grinding his penis into his ass, so he soon got up and got on his knees in front of Yuji's shorts, pulling at the strings and white underwear to let his cock bounce. The movement was quick, determined, and the sight of Yuji's erect limb made Sukuna feel victorious, ready for the next step.
With an expression of satisfaction and desire, Sukuna approached, his mouth opening to welcome Yuji, the warmth of his tongue contrasting with the cold air of the room. He began with light licks, exploring, teasing, before wrapping his lips around Yuji's limb, moving slowly up and down.
"Oh, fuck you, Sukuna..." Yuji moaned, the feeling of the man's mouth around his cock was unbearable it was so good. Sukuna sucked with a longing that made Yuji writhe, every movement of his tongue and lips sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Shit, this is so good..." Yuji couldn't contain himself, his moans growing louder, more desperate as Sukuna picked up the pace, sucking harder, his head moving up and down, creating a rhythm that made him lose control and lift his hips.
"Mmm, Sukuna... please don't stop..." Yuji's moans mingled with the wet sounds of Sukuna's mouth working on his cock, saliva dripping down the sides of his limb, heightening the sense of pleasure as he felt his coral hair being pulled and his mouth attacked. Feeling absolute control over Yuji's pleasure, he continued, using his tongue to provoke the sensitive tip, then sucking intensely, each action designed to push the boy with two-tone hair to the limit.
“Hm..never…I'll never stop”. He raised his lips to answer before picking up his cock again, to show that he owned that moment, the pleasure of the other.
“So I will...” Yuji pulled his fists on the hairs tightly and Sukuna felt it was almost time, he took his cock out of his mouth with a sound of ‘blop’ before the other could cum and stood up. “S-Sukuna… because-”.
The question made his burning, desirous eyes stick to Yuji's as he stood up and removed his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked.
“Itadori Yuji, you are mine!”
He felt the hungry chocolatey gaze tracing every inch of his years of academia and sport, his structural form tattooed on his back and arms, descending to his penis pulsing with desire. Eye contact was broken when he sat on the boy's lap, positioning himself directly over Yuji's penis. His entrance was already throbbing, and he was quite clever in preparing his vengeful plan against the bitch.
"Sukuna," Yuji said, his gaze turned to panic as he felt Sukuna take his erection to introduce it into himself. "We need lubricant." The youngest tried to stop at Sukuna's steady hands that insisted on sitting on the tip of his sensitive glans, until he felt something slimy drip into his hand as he tried to touch it. "Wait a minute, you..."
"Yes, do you think I'm a beast? It was going to hurt like hell." Sukuna gave a smile when he noticed Yuji's look, now knowing that he had previously prepared himself in the bathroom and that he intended to seduce him into having sex. "Now be quiet, let me just..."
His hand again held the base of Yuji's penis, slowly introducing it into its already lubricated entrance. The movement was controlled, but the sensation of Yuji entering it made Sukuna let out a low moan. The feeling of the filling was exactly what he desired, an affirmation of possession and pleasure.
"Oh, shit..." Yuji couldn't help but groan, the feeling of Sukuna's body tightening around him, hot and tight, was something he couldn't deny. The initial shock gave way to overwhelming pleasure, especially as Sukuna began to move, mixing mild pain with increasing pleasure, gently twerking in Yuji's lap, each movement calculated to increase the pleasure of both.
The red-eyed young man, with a look of victory and desire, began to move more quickly, his hands holding his friend's shoulders for support, using his body to drive them both to ecstasy. "You're mine alone, Yuji," he whispered, each word accompanied by a movement that made Yuji lose his breath, his moans mingling with Sukuna's, creating a symphony of desire and possession in the small room.
Sukuna felt each movement like a dance between pleasure and initial pain, fine-tuning himself to find the perfect balance. He knew that every second of initial penetration must be a mixture of torture and ecstasy, he was new to this and had expected it, but there was also a strange feeling of how the pain was provoked for the pleasure of the person he loves, recognition of the mutual pleasure they were sharing.
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as he adjusted, feeling Yuji's penis pulsing inside him. "Wait," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire and concentration. He stood up slightly, enough so that the head of Yuji's penis was almost out, before descending again, slower this time, allowing them both to feel every nuance of the penetration.
Yuji, his eyes narrowed, tried to control himself, but the hot, compressed grip and friction were almost unbearable, they were so good. He grabbed Sukuna's hips, helping guide the movement, finding the rhythm that seemed to synchronize their hearts and breaths.
"So... that's it," Sukuna whispered, the pleasure evident in his voice as he adjusted, moving so that every entry and exit felt like intense pleasure. He leaned forward, his body now almost glued to Yuji's, allowing for an angle that intensified the sensation for both of them. With each movement, he made sure Yuji's penis found the exact spot that made his legs tremble resting on the arms of the swivel chair.
The door could open at any moment, and in that instant, with Yuji inside it. This was indeed exciting and exciting, Sukuna was sure that Ozawa would no longer be a threat, not when he was so completely involved in making Yuji his own, body and soul.
"Tug". Sukuna swayed, accelerating his hips hard, lifting lightly and trying to find the right path until: "FUCK!"
He screamed as Yuji lifted his own hips, forcefully penetrating his no longer virgin entrance, directly hitting his prostate. The sensation was overwhelming, a pleasure that coursed through Sukuna's entire body like an electric current, his eyes rolling with the impact, bringing a new and indescribable sensation.
"Yuji... shit..." Sukuna could barely form words, the pleasure was so much that it made him lose control, something rare for him. But there, with Yuji, he wanted to get lost, he wanted to be dominated by the pleasure that only his brat could give him.
The pink-haired boy, feeling the tightness around him and Sukuna's reaction, gave a strangely mean smile, before beginning to move with more intention, pushing up, finding the spot that made Sukuna moan and scream with each thrust. "Sukuna, you are... you are amazing," he said between his own moans, the feeling of being inside his friend being the cause of his pleasure was intoxicating.
The oldest, now completely given over to the moment, used his hips to find Yuji's every move, his cries of pleasure echoing through the room, each louder than the last. "MORE... STRONGER," he commanded through groans, wanting to lose himself in the feeling, wishing Yuji would push him to the limit.
The intensity of the thrusts increased, each finding the exact spot that made Sukuna see stars. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but that was exactly what he wanted. The feeling of being filled, of being possessed by Yuji, was also a reaffirmation of his dominance. The two were on edge, the rhythm becoming frenetic, the sounds of their bodies meeting, of moans and screams filling the space.
…
The bedroom door opened promptly at 3:00 p.m., and Ozawa entered, excited to meet Yuji, her crush.
It had been two or three times before that she had changed the private class schedules, trying to fill in the moments when Yuji's inconvenient and possessive roommate was away.
Now, with another schedule changed, she intended to achieve something more. Wearing a lacy blouse and a tighter skirt, fresh out of the shower and properly scented, he felt more confident – he was there to make a surprise, especially knowing that the accommodation would be emptier on Friday.
What she saw, however, left her paralyzed with her mouth open as soon as she passed silently through Itadori's door.
Male moans, two languid, alternating moans, neither high nor low. Sukuna's figure, completely naked, rose and fell on Yuji, who held his hands firmly on the other's muscular, cream-colored waist.
Yuji's chair had its back to the door, so only Sukuna saw her entrance. He moaned copiously until he noticed Ozawa. His eyes opened wider, and then he smiled mischievously, his eyes burning with a silent triumph as he kept pace over Yuji's penis, making it twerk even harder.
Yuji, completely oblivious to Ozawa's presence, was given over to pleasure, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. Both moaned loudly, their breathing heavy and broken by sounds of pleasure.
"YUJI, OH GOD... STRONGER METE," Sukuna groaned, his gaze fixed on Ozawa, enjoying the spectacle he was putting on, the clear intention of marking territory and humiliating.
"SUKUNA... SO TIGHT! YESS!"
As Sukuna continued to twerk, Yuji leaned forward, his mouth meeting the elder's nipples, sucking them with an intensity that made Sukuna moan even louder. "Sukuna... this way you kill me," Yuji sighed with a groan, his tongue playing with the other's hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure streaming through Sukuna's body.
The youngest's pink hair was pulled tightly as Sukuna opened and closed his mouth. Now he smiled at the girl, now he closed his eyes.
“So good… My Yuji”.
Sukuna made a point of not holding back any of him moans, until he felt Yuji's head return in front of him for both of them to meet his lips and tongues again, momentarily silencing their voices.
As they kissed with almost desperate hunger, Sukuna looked away from Ozawa whenever possible, his moans and inauguration statements becoming a performance for the unexpected audience. "Yuji, I'm all yours," he declared through groans, his voice laden with possession and desire.
There was no immediate response, but to Sukuna's shock, Yuji's attitude was what he did not expect. Without warning, the pink-haired young man stood up with him on his lap with incredible force, his penis still perfectly inserted connecting them, and walked quickly to the nearest wall near the small table. Ozawa, still unnoticed, watched the whole thing with a mixture of shock and indignation, unable to look away despite the hatred within.
Two young adults making out shamelessly and shamelessly, lasciviously with passion.
Yuji pressed Sukuna against the wall, the force of his body against his, and began to fuck with an intensity that made the elder's eyes widen. At the same time, the brat grabbed his cock, beginning to masturbate it in sync with his thrusts, increasing Sukuna's pleasure to an almost unbearable level.
"I am yours, Sukuna," Yuji proclaimed in response to him, his words mingled with moans and the sound of skin against skin gripping him with its immeasurable force, each movement hitting the older man's prostate and masturbating him with precision.
He would bite and suck Sukuna's neck, the act of possession and pleasure making the man almost lose control, the pain of the bites mixing with the pleasure in a way that pushed him over the edge. The younger's pace was relentless, each movement faster, deeper, his hand working in sync with his advances, until they could no longer contain the orgasm that lay ahead.
“YUJIII”.
With one last push, the combination brought them to climax, Sukuna cumming first, his body shaking with the force of orgasm, his phallus squirting in response to the hand of the one standing. Yuji followed close behind, the warmth of his essence filling the older man, both shouting each other's names, completely lost in pleasure, oblivious to the girl's astonished gaze.
This one left silently just as she entered, before running through the hallways with tears in her eyes.
With orgasm still reverberating in their bodies, Yuji, still holding Sukuna in his lap, carefully directed himself to bed. He lay down, pulling Sukuna on top of him, allowing his body to fall awkwardly against his chest. Both were disconnected, but the closeness still felt intense, as if they were one. The bed became a refuge after the storm of emotions and sensations they had shared.
The soft light of the room drew delicate outlines in Sukuna's features, his eyes half-closed as he breathed deeply, trying to calm the fast pace of his heart. Yuji slid his fingers through his hair, a natural, affectionate gesture, feeling the soft texture between his fingers. The silence that enveloped them was not empty, but loaded with spectatives, as if every breath they shared was a sentence containing secrets yet to be revealed.
After a few minutes, when both of their hearts finally found calm, Yuji broke the silence, his voice coming out in a hesitant whisper, but one filled with tenderness and confusion.
"Since when do you like me?"
The question hung in the air, and Sukuna slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head toward Yuji. He studied the young man's face for a few moments, as if seeking courage or the exact words. I knew that the truth could be something vulnerable, but at the same time, inevitable.
"From the first day I saw you," he replied, his voice low but firm, as if every word were deliberate. "From the moment we shared the same space and you showed me that you were not like the others. So I already knew I was screwed."
Yuji blinked, clearly caught off guard by the direct confession. He felt his heart race, not from any physical tension, but from the intensity of the emotion. He had never considered that Sukuna saw him so uniquely. "I... I had no idea," he murmured, a tone of disbelief mixed with the smile that was beginning to appear. "I always thought you found me annoying... or just another annoyance."
Sukuna let out a low, hoarse laugh, laden with something genuine that Yuji rarely heard. "You are annoying. And certainly a nuisance," he admitted, his eyes shining with slight irony before softening his expression. "But it's the hassle that made it all the more bearable. The only one I don't want to miss."
Yuji's chest tightened, as if Sukuna's words were a sweet weight he never wanted to let go of. Before he could answer, Sukuna leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, delicate kiss. There was no rush, no urgency — just a sea of feelings, silent promises, and the beginning of something much bigger.
Yuji wrapped his arms around Sukuna, squeezing him against himself as if to immortalize that moment. "I don't want to lose you either," he murmured against Sukuna's lips, his tone charged with emotion.
With the unexpected statement, Sukuna gasped, blinking a few times, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice deep and slightly hesitant. His eyes, usually impassive, were now wide, reflecting a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
Yuji did not respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in, capturing Sukuna's lips again in an impulsive kiss, charged with emotion and desire. Sukuna did not hesitate for long and soon responded to the kiss, deepening it. The intensity of the moment made Yuji lose his breath; but he walked away briefly, trying to catch his air as his mind teemed with thoughts.
After a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes, fixing Sukuna with a slightly irritated expression. “You never did anything,” he began, his voice laden with false frustration. “Never gave any signal, no advance! It always left me in this hellish limbo, thinking I was imagining things!”
Sukuna arched an eyebrow, the clear confusion in his expression with the change in mood.
“What are you talking about? I...”
“And on top of that,” Yuji interrupted, pointing his finger at him,“you let me ask Ozawa for help! I never wanted that! I never wanted to ask anyone for help, especially her!”
Sukuna narrowed his eyes, his confusion turning into distrust. “Why did you ask that bitch for help then? You've never been like that.”
The question hung in the air, and the silence that followed was charged with tension. Yuji looked away for a moment, his cheeks slightly flushed with shame, but finally sighed. “Because she likes me,” he confessed, his voice lower but still firm. He glanced straight at Sukuna, studying his reaction. “And I know you don't like her.”
Sukuna's eyes narrowed, a glow of indignation and curiosity rising there. “So what?” he asked, his voice low but charged with intensity.
Yuji ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with himself and the whole situation. “I was wondering if you were going to show anything,” he admitted, his voice wavering between nervousness and determination. “I wanted to know if you... liked me too.”
The final words hung in the air, filling the room with a new wave of tension. Sukuna stared at him, his eyes burning from something Yuji couldn't decipher — anger, desire, or both.
For a few seconds, Sukuna remained silent, analyzing Yuji with a sharp look, as if to absorb every detail of that moment. Then his lips curled into a wicked smile, laden with a victory he seemed to savor. “I love you,” he said, his voice low and deep, overflowing with confidence. “And I beat that bitch.”
Yuji sighed, but a small smile appeared on his lips. “You really are an idiot,” he grumbled, but the affection in his voice was undeniable. He leaned over to give Sukuna a cute little kiss on the lips, a simple gesture, but one that made the older man close his eyes for a brief moment, as if absorbing all that affection.
Without resisting, he pulled Sukuna aside, carefully adjusting him so they could hold each other.
“You're heavy, you know?” taunted Yuji, trying to disguise the heat rising across his face as the two of them settled down.
Sukuna laughed softly, a hoarse, genuine sound, but he didn't respond. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Yuji, settling comfortably beside him. Their bodies fit together as if that was their place forever.
“I love you too, you idiot,” Yuji muttered, the tone now softer, as he traced small circles on Sukuna's back with his fingers. He raised his eyes to the older man's face and saw something rare: Sukuna looked at peace, almost vulnerable, with a smile held to his face.
Sukuna said nothing. Instead, he leaned over and kissed Yuji's forehead with unexpected delicacy. It was a gesture that said more than words could. And so, they stood there, embraced, letting silence speak for them, while the certainty of the love they shared filled the room like a quiet flame.
Yuji, still half-stunned by the amount of dopamine in his body, suddenly felt awake when the notification on his cell phone sounded.
His eyes widened as he saw 3:30 PM on the screen.
“It really is! Ozawa could arrive at any moment, Sukuna, get dressed!” Yuji exclaimed, trying to get up in a hurry. But before he could take a step, Sukuna pulled him back hard into his arms.
"Don't rush," Sukuna muttered with a smile, holding Yuji steady against his chest. His voice was quiet, almost disinterested in Yuji's haste. "She won't want to go into that room anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?”
Yuji was confused, not understanding what Sukuna meant. His heart raced as he tried to process the man's words, but before he could ask any more, Sukuna looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if enjoying the situation. "It's easy to see, Yuji... after everything she's seen…" he said calmly, as if it were obvious.
Yuji frowned, more confused than ever. “What are you talking about?”
Sukuna continued with that mischievous smile. "That bitch... arrived on time, but... unfortunately, you were too busy to notice."
It was at that moment that the penny dropped for Yuji. He felt a chill down his spine and his face suddenly blushed. "SUKUNA..." he said, his eyes wide, now utterly terrified. "Are you saying... that Ozawa... saw us?"
Sukuna just watched him, with a playful twinkle in his eye, as he watched Yuji's reaction. "She arrived at just the right time, yes. I would say it was even convenient." He laughed softly, getting closer to Yuji, who was in shock, unsure of what to do.
"You beast, you are evil." Yuji lay down on Sukuna's bare chest, smiling as he felt a tingling sensation in his shorts. The idea that they had had sex with an audience, with him fucking Sukuna with the force of a tiger, sent a shiver of excitement through his body.
“Am I bad?” Sukuna laughed, a deep, infectious laugh that made Yuji's chest vibrate. "You broke me in," he said, a glint of desire in his eyes. "And I thought I was the evil one in the story!" He patted Yuji's ass lightly. “ With that big stick…”
“Damn, don't say those things”.Yuji feels his face heat up and he has hidden his face in the other's chest, not forgetting the curvature of Sukuna's ass moments before under his hands. “I couldn't resist”.
"Don't get used to it, brat," Sukuna whispered warningly, but with a mischievous smile on his lips. "I just did this to show that bitch what she'll never have."
As he spoke, he grabbed Yuji's ass with both hands, squeezing tightly, feeling the flesh firm under his fingers. He pressed his own penis, which was already hardening again, against Yuji's through his shorts, making the desire that was once again born between them very clear.
With a quick movement, he turned Yuji, putting himself on top. His eyes were filled with a mixture of mastery and desire, an expression that promised much more than just words. "Now it's my turn," he said, his voice a low purr as he maintained intense eye contact, their bodies aligned, the heat between them growing once more as he ripped off the boy's shorts and persistent underwear.
Yuji moved between rooms, feeling the weight of the books he had just returned to the library, before meeting in the cafeteria with Sukuna – who willingly offered to grab the snacks and save the place for them. The day was clear, with the sun shining through the windows, but the young man could barely enjoy the weather, his mind still stuck in the events of the previous night.
He didn't notice the prying eyes of those around him, all engaged in their own conversations and chores, until his body collided with that of someone who also seemed to be in another world, causing the other person's books to fall to the floor with a dull noise.
"Itadori-kun!" Ozawa almost screamed nervously, the other person being clumsy. "Sorry, I didn't see you."
“Ozawa?" He immediately bent down to take the books in her place, his spine protesting with a dull ache in his ass, but he sighed and resisted making any sound. "N-No problem, it was my fault too."
He looked up to meet her, feeling a wave of shame as he recalled the information that she had witnessed his intimacy with Sukuna. The girl's face was pale, her eyes avoiding his, clearly uncomfortable with the encounter.
"Look... about yesterday, I-" Yuji began, his voice hesitant, wanting to explain or perhaps apologize, but he didn't quite know how to approach the matter.
"I-I can't teach you anymore, Yuji-kun." She interrupted him, the sentence coming out almost like a sigh, with a mixture of relief and sadness in her voice.
Ozawa's gaze fell on his face, as if altering the space of exposed skin between his neck and shoulder.
Yuji felt a pang of pity, but also a strange sense of satisfaction. He knew that the situation with Sukuna had put a definitive end to private lessons, such as marking territory. He stood up, handing the books back with an apologetic look, still feeling guilty since it didn't override her feelings.
"I see… But why can't you keep giving me the classes? We can change places or anything."
Ozawa let out a grunt, stuttering and holding the weight of objects. “B-well… the..”
“Is that so?” He repeated it trying to guess.
“It was that or yours... Sukuna elevation-”
“What's wrong with me?” The bored, evasive question came along with an arm around Yuji's shoulders. He felt Sukuna give him a kiss on the cheek and saw the slight boredom in his red eyes, with a small, defiant smile on his lips.
“Sukuna, why didn't you wait for me?”
He wandered the gaze of a paralyzed Ozawa to the older man, who reached down to his waist in a possessive gesture, stroking his skin and squeezing affectionately, bringing his two bodies together before feeling a shiver down his neck with another kiss there. The idiot had branded his whole body with hickeys.
“You were taking too long, I asked Gojo and Geto to guard our place”. He looked at the girl and then at Yuji. “So?” Waited for your answer.
“Well, I was just solving a-”
“Excuse me, I'm late and I have to go, Itadori-kun, I'm sorry, Sukuna-san.”
He looked away at Ozawa, but the girl was already waving goodbye, before quickly leaving like the devil fleeing the cross.
The two watched her turn the hallway before they looked at each other.
The pink-haired young man stared at Sukuna's look of intoxicated mortality and satisfaction, seeing his red eyes plunged into something he could not describe. He then pouted and pinched the man's nose, causing him to lose that sharp, dominant facet.
"OH FUCK! why did you do this?" Sukuna asked, with a slight twitch of pain.
“I think it's good that I pass first aid”. He said before he walked away. “I will no longer have private lessons, so I will have to study for myself”.
At the same instant he felt his waist be entwined, with a sound of ‘ku-ku-ku’ , from a weird laugh from Sukuna.
“I'll help you, my love, we can study until dawn if you want”.
“This isn't sexology, you pamonha!” He protested with a flushed face. “You will help me study, or I will disappear with your dagger collection. Oh, and I didn't like yours ‘revenge’” .
At least choose another time; he'd love another wonderful massage like that, but he still didn't have the courage to ask for it. Not with that EGO, which his now boyfriend had.
Sukuna turned his face to kiss his lips, wrapping his arm again over his shoulder, “no go no, I'll bury them underground”. He said confidently, as if he hadn't heard the threat before adding, “it was either that or throwing crayfish on his bed”.
“DISGUSTING , NO!" Yuji exclaimed, grimacing in disgust, and soon a laugh escaped his lips.
The two laughed together before heading to the cafeteria, alternating the steps of both limping with pain in their lower back, as if they had been involved in a school fight.
END