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He wanted to believe that it was love.

The way his chest tightened and how his stomach flipped at a bright smile. He never wanted anyone this much. Never craved a touch like this. Never yearned for someone's warmth.

And Sukuna had never loved his wife.

He had been a riot in his youth. Handsome and sharp-minded, he was popular in college. He always enjoyed attention, and a line of people who were trying to become his next plaything was only feeding his ego. Sleeping with women and men, he came to the conclusion that he didn't really mind who it was that he fucked. As long as they didn't bother him afterwards and become annoying, he was cool with anyone who was hot enough for his dick to twitch in interest.

But his uncontrolled lust and escapades hit him back one day.

In his senior year of law school, a girl approached him with a scowl on her face. She shoved her medical records into his face, claiming that he, Sukuna, got her pregnant at the party. After it was confirmed that it was his baby, both families wrapped it up with unbelievable speed. At twenty-three, he was married and was getting ready to become a dad. The wedding itself was a blur of faces, stiff smiles, and parental pride that had nothing to do with him. Sukuna had felt like a criminal being marched to his sentence—trapped, tethered, and robbed of choice.

They got married out of obligation, and there was no love in their union. He hated his life back then, teetering at the edge of insanity at how the things were spiraling out of his control. But when his child was born, everything changed.

Sukuna knew it was love.

Even if Yuuji wasn't born out of love, he was born for it.

To be loved.

His sweet, kind Yuuji.

He was a smart kid, with the hunger for adventure ever since he learned how to walk. Maybe it was the fact that Sukuna was the only male figure in his life that made Yuuji cling to him.

Sukuna, known for his brooding and cold demeanor at work—an attorney with an iron grip on his cases and famous for his cross-examinations in the court of law—was a different man with his kid. Crouching his enormous height, he spent hours after work at Yuuji's desk, coloring dinosaurs with him and listening to his son's joyful babbles. The parental meetings at school were his priority before any court case he had at the time. He was the one to tuck his son into bed, wishing him sweet dreams and shooing the nightmares away.

On the contrary, his wife couldn't care less about Yuuji, hiring a nanny immediately after she gave birth. She only worried about her image and the money that he earned. Sukuna, while assuming it would be that way given the circumstances, wasn't expecting that level of negligence. But when Yuuji refused to wear pretty girly dresses or when he cut his hair choppily, sobbing in frustration at how it grew, she would get mad and yank him around like a ragdoll.

Her family's impeccable reputation could not be stained by a child trying to understand himself.

The breaking point came one evening at the dinner table. Yuuji, trembling and pale-faced, finally said it aloud.

"Dad… Mom… I'm not your daughter. I'm—I'm not a girl... I'm a boy."

The silence that followed was crushing.

Sukuna blinked, his mind scrambling to catch up.

Not a girl? But…

He stared at Yuuji, at the same wide eyes that had once opened to him in the hospital. It was the same child that had redefined his entire world. He couldn't understand it—but he felt the sincerity in the soft voice. The raw desperation for approval and acceptance.

His wife, however, snapped.

"No. Stop this nonsense," she spat, slamming her hand against the table. "You're confused. You're a girl, Yuuji. I carried you for nine months. You don't just erase that with some ridiculous phase."

Yuuji flinched, and hot tears finally spilled on his cheeks. His wide eyes darkened with pain, and he shivered under his mother's glare. Small hands immediately went behind his back as he squirmed, bunching up his shoulders and subconsciously making himself even smaller as his mother went on a rant, berating him.

Sukuna's jaw clenched. He didn't know what to say. Not yet. His brain was a mess of confusion and questions he didn't have the answers for. But his instincts roared, clear as day.

Protect.

"Enough," Sukuna growled, making his wife go silent, and Yuuji sobbed quietly, running upstairs and slamming his door shut.

His wife became worse after that.

She scolded Yuuji for "acting wrong," forbade him from cutting his hair, and ridiculed his attempts to bind his chest. Sukuna tried to figure out how to deal with it, how to make it work for Yuuji, as he kept having violent screaming matches with his wife whenever she dared to pick on Yuuji in his presence. But the day he came home early and found his wife screaming at Yuuji—calling him disgusting and unnatural, shoving him into a corner while the boy sobbed, shaking like a leaf in the wind—something inside Sukuna snapped.

He grabbed her wrist mid-swing, his eyes burning.

"You lay a finger on him," he snarled, towering over her. "And I swear on everything that's holy, I will destroy you."

He was left with the only option. It's been on his mind for a long time and now, with things getting worse, his decision was immediate.

The divorce was swift and merciless. His wife had the audacity to fight for custody, but Sukuna's connections, his money, and his fury left no room for her victory, and even her family couldn't help her to claim Yuuji.

She lost.

And Sukuna walked out of the court building with his son.

The move to the United States came soon after, and they never looked back. An elite law firm had offered Sukuna a lucrative contract—handling high-profile, wealthy clients.

It was the perfect excuse to uproot and start over. For Yuuji, it was freedom. There, no one knew him as a girl. He could walk into school in a baggy hoodie, with his short hair now framed with a stylish undercut, and introduce himself as Yuuji Itadori.

A boy. And nothing else.

Sukuna still didn't fully understand everything, just some bits of the terminology and the medical process of the things required for transitioning. But he understood the tears of hope in Yuuji's eyes when the doctor approved him for top surgery. He understood his son's smile when the weight on his chest grew lighter.

And life was getting better.

America suited Sukuna in a way Japan never had. The law firm had given him a penthouse overlooking the city skyline, the kind of place most people only saw in magazines. Expensive suits filled his wardrobe as his name started circulating in hushed, reverent tones among the wealthy elite. Soon enough, he was operating with people in power, though he always preferred non-public cases, keeping a low profile of his services.

But behind closed doors, none of that mattered. At home, Sukuna was just dad—a grumpy, sharp-eyed man in his forties who burned toast every morning and spent his evenings with a glass of wine or whiskey while his son ranted about his school day or track practice.

Things changed around the time Yuuji started high school.

Sukuna's darkest thoughts emerged from the deepest corners of his mind once Yuuji was in his senior year of high school. No matter how hard he tried and how much he applied his sharp logic that helped him so many times at work, Sukuna felt things he shouldn't feel.

Towards his own son.

And Yuuji was blooming.

Sukuna couldn't quite point it out when it happened—when his quiet, timid boy had turned into the kind of kid who lit up every room he walked into. Yuuji used to cling to his sleeve at school gates, eyes wide and his voice small. Now he stood in the middle of laughing crowds of kids his age, head thrown back and sunlight catching on his hair. Teachers and classmates gravitated to him, like planets to the sun.

Sukuna saw it all: the easy grins, the way his son's kindness seemed to ripple outward, and the quiet growth of his confidence. Sometimes he'd watch from the car before picking him up. Unseen, he would sit there watching his son engage with other kids, and his heart both swelled with parental love and clenched with jealousy.

Yuuji had become the kind of person everyone wanted to be around. And Sukuna wanted all that shine to himself.

With that came his overprotectiveness, hovering like clouds on the gloomy day. Yuuji adored his father but often found him unbearable.

"Dad, for god's sake! You can't threaten my gym coach just because he told me to push harder," Yuuji groaned one afternoon, dropping his backpack on the couch.

Sukuna, still in his suit and tie, glared over the rim of his whiskey glass.

"That man had his hands all over you. You're old enough to understand that it's inappropriate." He huffed, barely suppressing a growl. Possessiveness raised its head in his chest like some kind of monster. "I don't care if he was encouraging you—I don't like strangers touching my kid."

Yuuji rolled his eyes, though his face turned pink as he mumbled. "He was showing me the right forms! How else is he supposed to teach me?" He tipped his head back and whined louder. "You know you're insane, right?"

"Damn right I am," Sukuna muttered, eyes on the sun-kissed skin of the lean neck. "And that's why you're safe."

The first time Yuuji brought a friend home—a lanky boy from the track team, Fushiguro—to play video games, Sukuna cornered him in the hallway before he left.

"You hurt him," Sukuna said, voice quiet but lethal, "and no one will ever find your body."

The boy went paler than he already was and never came back.

"Dad!" Yuuji shouted, mortified when he found out. "You can't just—do that!"

"I can and I will," Sukuna said flatly, pouring himself another drink. "I didn't move across the globe just to let some snot-nosed punk break your heart."

Yuuji groaned and whined in frustration, but eventually, he would comply with his father's strict rules about who he can bring home and spend time with. Sukuna's word carried weight, even when Yuuji tried to roll his eyes and argue that he wasn't a kid anymore. Above everything and everyone, there was his dad.

Perhaps it wasn't so surprising given how close they were.

Their bond was special, built on mutual trust and Sukuna's support on the days that weren't so bright for Yuuji. Sometimes his dysphoria lingered, gnawing at his reflection in the mirror. It was on those nights, when Yuuji locked himself in his room, staring at the scars from his top surgery or the parts of himself he still hated, that Sukuna would come knocking. He never barged in. Just leaned on the other side of the door, voice low and steady.

"You don't have to be strong all the time, Yuuji. Not with me."

Sometimes Yuuji would cry alone in his room. Sukuna heard him. But most of the time, he would crawl into his father's bed for cuddles. His silent tears would break Sukuna's heart, and the man would feel how his entire world collapsed into one small, perfect soul right beside him.

Though, those days were growing rare the more Yuuji socialized. He came out to a couple of his friends, and unlike the strict, close-minded people of their past, he was met with the warmth and support he needed so much.

Sukuna was slowly pushed down from a pedestal of people who supported Yuuji. His friends, even potential lovers, would inevitably leave Sukuna in the shadows, and while he understood he was still his father, the bond between them wouldn't last forever. At the very least, it will weaken with time and new people in his son's life.

Yuuji was a social butterfly. There was no way he would stick with the grumpy old man instead of exploring the world and finding his own peace. And while Sukuna's heart bled for his kid, he didn't like the thought of Yuuji leaving him behind. 

His desires were fueled by the growing distance between them. Sukuna wanted to keep what they had, to make it even more intimate, however messed up and morally wrong it was. That way, Yuuji could be closer, just like before.

Become his ultimate, sweetest sin.

His eyes flicked to his son.

It was their usual Friday night in front of the large TV. Snacks were overflowing the coffee table in front of the spacious couch where Sukuna sprawled like a tiger in his den. The suit was gone, changed to soft house pants and an old tank top. His thoughts were slowing down from the tangled mess after work with every sip of his whiskey, and he took pleasure in watching Yuuji.

He loved watching him.

The way his muscles shifted under bronze skin. After picking up running in middle school, Yuuji got into a track team, and his body changed. From a lanky teenager, he grew up into a young man with lean and strong muscles. And while most kids were clumsy moving around, Yuuji's athleticism made his every step graceful.

Blue shorts were riding up high with every shift and wiggle, making red eyes flick to the line of summer tan that kept appearing and disappearing under the infuriating layer of fabric. The low light of the TV illuminated pristine skin. It was glowing and soft-looking, making his palms itch for a touch. His gaze dropped to the boy's crotch, where unaware person would expect a bulge of young manhood.

But not Sukuna.

He knew that his son had a pussy.

Pretty little thing. With a fat clit that was engorged due to testosterone intake and chubby, pliant folds.

He had seen it.

Peeking through the door slit when the boy was changing before knocking and entering with a fatherly smile on his face. Or watching tapes from the hidden camera in their bathroom. Those tapes were exceptional. Hundreds of dollars spent for the little spy cam was nothing to Sukuna, and he was able to catch the most sinful views.

Yuuji was unbelievably lewd.

His tight body was lined with growing muscles; the scars of his top surgery healed into star-like lines under his sculpted pectorals. Although the camera didn't pick up any sounds, the way he touched himself in the shower, biting his lips with his expressions morphing into pure pleasure, should be illegal. How his fingers seemed to be impatient, bringing him to the peak way too soon. The jerks of his pelvis with his needy cunt quivering and him cupping himself to calm down. Even the way he washed himself, caressing his chest and thighs, was erotic.

Heat flared in the man's stomach as he struggled to avert his eyes and stop staring. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he looked forward at the TV screen where his son's favorite show was playing and thought about how he wanted to taste him. To feel Yuuji quiver under his mouth, making him seek his, Sukuna's, touch.

His thoughts were spiraling with ideas of how to arrange it without Yuuji freaking out. Would it be easier to sneak sleeping pills into Yuuji's drinks, or should he search for other drugs? He wanted him on the verge of consciousness and wanted to hear soft, breathy moans as he devoured him again and again. Yuuji would be so cute while incoherent, pulling on his hair and mewling from pleasure. Would he be all shy afterwards, remembering who it was that made him feel so good in his fever dream?

At the same time, Sukuna wanted him awake, writhing under him and aching for his dad. The possessiveness in him was whispering about how that way Yuuji would know that it was his father who defiled him like that and not some other man he might have a fantasy about. Sukuna wanted him to know how much he craved him.

It's been merely couple days since he masturbated to the tape of his son's private time in the shower. He always came the hardest to those videos, his hand squeezing his girth tighter when the camera caught Yuuji's blushing face. But of course, those videos were nowhere near the reality that he knew would blow his mind if he had his hands on his son. He could taste it on his tongue, the way sweet pussy would quiver under his lips. Vivid images of the boy begging him for relief sufficed for a little while, but Sukuna wanted it all.

He didn't even know when this infatuation started.

Had it started when Yuuji came out as transgender? Was it when, even confused, Sukuna still felt overprotective and raised his hand at his ex-wife for spitting venom at an eleven-year-old boy? Had he been subconsciously attracted to his daughter before Yuuji became his son? Was it his obsession that made him take the last step in cutting all ties with his family and moving to the USA with him? Was it his fixation on keeping Yuuji safe and sound that led to this point of them being each other's only family?

Whiskey burned his throat with pleasant warmth as he sipped from his glass, deep in thought. His eyes flicked to the screen, noticing how the episode was already wrapping up and feeling how alcohol made him sluggish. Perhaps, he was more tired than he thought. This week was busy with court hearings and mundane documentation, but Sukuna couldn't miss their usual Friday night. It was one of the few things that still was entirely theirs.

It made him feel needed, the way Yuuji insisted on watching silly TV shows together.

"You don't know how to relax," his son rolled his eyes, putting a glass of wine for Sukuna on the coffee table and plopping on the couch with a pack of chips. "A couple of episodes won't hurt you. You can survive one night on the couch."

And Sukuna supposed it was true, as he often found himself falling asleep on the couch and having the best sleep of the week.

He was content as long as he spent time with Yuuji.

Sukuna didn't realize he was asleep until he woke up.

It was strange, the way his body felt heavy and unwilling to move. Stirring, he felt himself sweating and opened his eyes, blinking blearily. Then he felt it.

A hot, wet mouth enveloping his cock.

Breath stuck in his throat as he looked at his crotch. There, between his legs, was Yuuji. Slurping and letting out quiet hums with a mouth full of his, Sukuna's, cock.

There was no way.

He had to be dreaming. He had this dream so many times he lost count. He had to be hallucinating with how detailed this vision was.

Had to be.

How many drinks did he have last night? Sukuna furrowed his brows, but then his eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure burning under his skin. It's what woke him in the first place. Burning hot sensation on sensitive skin. The suction of wet lips felt very real, like a whiplash to his mind. He forced himself to open his eyes as his tongue felt heavy in his mouth while his body was unwilling to move with remnants of sleep.

If it was a fever dream, he wanted to watch it.

Yuuji seemed content. His forearms were splayed on Sukuna's thighs as his head bobbed with enthusiasm. Through the fog of drowsiness, he saw and felt his son circling his slender hand around the root of his cock and playing with his balls while pushing the throbbing shaft deeper into his throat. Soft mewls rang in the room along with filthy wet slurps of an eager mouth that felt sweltering hot. Pleasure thrummed through Sukuna's body as he struggled to catch any thought in his mind and just sat there, motionless. He couldn't speak either, feeling like a useless log. The only sounds that he let out were low moans and grunts that didn't seem to deter his son at all.

Yuuji was clearly enjoying himself.

He was focused on taking Sukuna deeper with every bob of his head. Soft hums vibrated on sensitive skin, and he suckled on the thick tip lovingly, laving it with his tongue and pumping the rest of the shaft at a leisurely pace. Sukuna's view was sinful: swollen lips shone in the light of the TV screen, and dark lashes fluttered shut every time Yuuji took him deeper. Sukuna wished he could see the blush on his cheeks that were hollowing and bulging with every sucking motion. He wished he could tangle his hand in soft pink locks and fuck that slutty wet mouth the way Yuuji should be taking it.

But all he could do was feel and listen.

And oh, did Yuuji talk.

"...Mmm... So big... Nghhh... Mmm... I can take you... Yeah... Just a little deeper..."

Yuuji's feverish whisper was drowning out how noisily he was sucking him. A mess of precum and saliva was frothing on his lips and throbbing shaft, and he whimpered, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the heavy ball sack.

"Mmm... I want you... I'm so wet for you already... You'd slide right in... Yes, yeah... You'd reach so deep..."

Heat seared in Sukuna's veins, and he gulped, closing his eyes. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, blood roaring and rushing through his body as a wave of orgasm washed over him. His breath stuttered when he heard a breathy moan. His cock was erupting thick ropes of cum into hot wet cavern of Yuuji's mouth and his son was loving it. With his eyelids fluttering in a futile attempt to look down, Sukuna felt how sloppy everything was. A hot tongue slipped over the sensitive tip, gathering the last drops of his cum messily. He wished he could see it stain Yuuji's pretty face, but with pleasure came an overwhelming sense of tiredness, and he couldn't open his eyes anymore.

His mind slipped into the darkness, and the last thing he heard was Yuuji's voice.

"...love you, daddy."

The sun beamed into his eye, and Sukuna groaned, waking up.

His tongue felt heavy, thick with the taste of whiskey and something bitter. He rubbed a hand over his face, skin rough with stubble, and blinked blearily at the ceiling that seemed to tilt and sway.

The world came back in fragments: he was on the couch, the empty glass shone on the coffee table, and the faint scent of food lingered in the air. He felt like he had a hangover after the entire night of drinking. His head pounded viciously, each heartbeat thudding behind his eyes.

But he didn't drink that much, did he?

"...What the hell," he muttered hoarsely, forcing himself upright.

His body protested. His arms felt heavy, muscles screaming, and his fingers trembled as he reached to brush through his hair. The whiskey glass attracted his gaze again, and he furrowed his eyebrows. Something wasn't right. The haze one glass of alcohol left behind didn't feel right—it was too deep. Sukuna felt like he was run over by a car. This wasn't the fuzzy comfort of alcohol intoxicating his senses, but the hollow, drugged fog of something chemical.

His heart started to pound as he tried to piece together events from the last evening.

The memories scrambled in his skull, elusive and slippery. He remembered the light of the TV and the mindless show on the screen. The scent of spicy and sweet snacks and the sounds of ripping plastic. He remembered sitting down. The sharp scent of his drink, smoky and rich on his tongue. The way Yuuji had hovered, bringing the glass of whiskey from the kitchen.

"You should rest tonight."

His pulse spiked when another flood of memories rushed in.

Hot pleasure under his skin. His soft panting and occasional moans. Lewd sounds of suction and filthy gurgles of an eager mouth. Wet lips on his flesh, kissing lovingly. Quiet whispers in the dark and blissed oblivion after.

"...love you, daddy."

The realization made him gulp.

He swung his legs off the couch, bare feet meeting soft carpet. The room tilted, his balance faltering for a moment as he stood up. He caught the edge of the coffee table, knuckles white.

"Shit," he hissed, shaking his head and trying to regain control over his body.

"You okay?"

Yuuji's voice made him straighten up, and heat coiled in his stomach. His son emerged from the corridor that led to the kitchen, approaching him. Sukuna couldn't help but let his eyes wander.

His son was in the same shorts he wore the night before and a loose shirt. Perky nipples tugged on thin fabric, making Sukuna's mouth salivate. His cock twitched in his pants, and his eyes flicked to the handsome face. Yuuji's skin glowed in the morning light of their living room. Concern flashed in bright eyes, and Sukuna watched his lips move.

He knew how well that mouth could take him.

"Dad?"

Why won't you call me daddy, baby?

"I'm okay," Sukuna cleared his throat and rubbed his face with both hands. When he finally looked at concerned Yuuji, he couldn't help but notice how good of an actor he was. He hurried to reassure his boy, patting his shoulder. "Just a bit tired."

Yuuji scowled, picking up the whiskey glass. "You drank too much yesterday."

No, I didn't. And you know it.

Sukuna hummed, amused. "I'm getting old."

His son twirled the glass in his hand and smiled softly.

"You're not that old," he mused and walked past Sukuna. The older man's eyes fixated on how those shorts didn't hide the curve of the thick ass. "The breakfast is almost ready. Go shower."

With that, he disappeared in the kitchen, leaving Sukuna with a half-hard cock and dawning realization.

Yuuji was a dirty little liar.

And he wanted Sukuna the way a son shouldn't want his father.

Steam fogged the mirror in the spacious bathroom, and Sukuna wiped it off. His reflection looked a bit tired: wrinkles that made his age apparent seemed deeper, and rare silver hair peeked through thick locks of his maroon hair. He turned sideways, noting that he would need a fresh cut in a week or two, as his undercut was overgrowing.

The shower helped him to clear his head but also gave space for arousal to flare in the pit of his stomach. Before showering, he checked his groin, not finding a single sign of what had happened last night—not a drop of his cum or dried mess of saliva from a rather messy blowjob.

A blowjob from his son.

His already half-hard cock grew fully erect at the thought, and Sukuna had to take care of it. All the memories of last night flooded his imagination as he stroked himself under a hot shower. The thought of Yuuji wanting him the way Sukuna craved him was intoxicating. A phantom feeling of a hot, wet mouth had the man heaving as he pictured his baby boy on his knees for him. The way he was sucking him wasn't amateur. How his lips sealed around the thick shaft, his tongue slithering and dipping into the slit. Everything felt so raw, and Sukuna couldn't believe what unraveled last night.

He came with a stifled groan as Yuuji's breathy voice rang in his head.

"...love you, daddy."

Shaving, he wondered how long Yuuji had been doing it. Was it every Friday? Sukuna scowled. If true, that would mean that his son was spiking every glass of wine and whiskey he had ever brought to him. Where the hell did he get the pills? To knock out a grown man of rather impressive build (for a person with mostly desk work, Sukuna had taken care of his body), Yuuji would have had pretty strong ones.

A smile tugged on his lips at the thought of his boy seeking his attention. How miserable Yuuji must have felt having a secret like that? Surely, he was mischievous and got into trouble like any other young man of his age, but this kind of predicament required him to be immensely secretive. Sukuna had hoped Yuuji's friends didn't know what his Friday nights looked like. His baby boy must have felt desperate for him to have an idea to drug his father like this.

How long did he have an attraction towards Sukuna? Was he tormented with the morality of it all? Was he scared that his father would disown him?

His soft love confession, albeit fueled with the lust of a horny teenager, made Sukuna's heart swell.

Did Yuuji continue after Sukuna fell asleep? The thought made the man hot as he washed his face. Did his son use him on that couch, moaning his name and bringing himself to the pinnacle of pleasure? How did he get so skilled in using his mouth? Sukuna sure hoped Yuuji learned from his numerous attempts on Friday nights and not from some punk in his school. Annoyance and possessiveness flared under his skin as he contemplated the possibility of Yuuji fooling around with the boys of his age.

He looked at the mirror, debating with himself on getting dressed. The towel was hanging low on his hips as his torso and arms were drying after a shower. His form wasn't as dry-cut as it used to be twenty years ago: a layer of fat covered his once-defined muscles, and he was sporting what kids on the internet called a "dad bod." Whatever that meant. Dark tattoos, the ones he got when he was young and stupid, trailed on his skin, a bit faded as he never renewed them.

Grin tugged on his lips.

Yuuji found him attractive like this.

The idea of how to approach his son about all of this made the man adjust himself under the towel, and he finally emerged from the bathroom. His stomach let out a growl at the smell of food, and when he stepped into the kitchen, Yuuji had already served their breakfast at the countertop.

"What took you so long? I—" Yuuji turned to him but stopped midsentence upon seeing his father. Sukuna strolled to his usual spot across from his son while golden eyes traced every stray water drop on his body.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to freshen up," he chuckled, feeling how heat rose in his lower stomach at the blushing face and eager eyes that couldn't stop flicking at his chest. It seemed that Yuuji liked the show, just as Sukuna predicted.

"Yeah, s-sure... Sorry..." Yuuji mumbled with blush scattering further down his neck and shoulders. Sukuna wondered what was on his mind. What was he thinking, ogling him like that and not realizing that his father caught him? Was he getting aroused? Growing all wet in his house shorts just at the display of Sukuna's body? Was he aching to touch him?

Sukuna sure hoped so.

He picked up the fork and dug into his food, chewing slowly. Yuuji seemed to snap out of it, and soon the space between them filled with the sound of utensils clanking on the plates quietly. Sukuna watched his son stealthily for some time before starting a conversation.

"Don't even remember falling asleep last night," he said casually. Yuuji gulped, taking a sip of his orange juice, and shrugged, not meeting his eyes.

"You must've been really tired then."

"Mmm," Sukuna hummed, taking another bite and chewing slowly. Yuuji's eyes flicked at him again, and Jesus, the boy couldn't lie to save his own life. His face was pink, as if he was hot on the chilly morning in their kitchen, and Sukuna wanted to press a little further.

"Should have woken me up," he grumbled in mock offense, trying to see what Yuuji would say to his complaint. "I didn't get to see the end of the episode last night."

His son chewed his lips in thought, and Sukuna barely restrained himself from reaching out and pulling his bottom lip away from his teeth. Maybe even tease him a little, letting him suck on his fingers.

His boy seemed to enjoy sucking.

Yuuji looked at him for the first time throughout their breakfast and smiled sheepishly, with pink blooming on his cheeks all over again.

"We can rewatch it today," he suggested, and Sukuna held back a grin.

So you can drug me again and have your way with me?

"Only if you want, though! I know you've been tired lately," Yuuji added, a little jittery with the prospect of another movie night with his dad.

Or another chance to enjoy himself.

Sukuna hummed in approval but chastised him.

"I'm not that old, you brat," he drawled, taking a sip of his black coffee. Warmth that rolled through his body wasn't from it, though.

"Okay. A rewatch then."

The blinding smile that he got from Yuuji should have made him feel ashamed, but Sukuna only felt anticipation.

The entire day Sukuna buzzed with arousal.

It slowly bubbled under his skin, heating him up. He changed into his house pants and tank top, going commando for the first time at home. Yuuji had been jumpy all day. The way he zeroed in on his bulge multiple times throughout the day, during lunch and while doing house chores, was amusing, to say the least. He seemed flustered, reddening from head to toe. Avoiding looking at Sukuna for more than five seconds, despite all the perverted things he did to his own father, was quite innocent of him.

Who would have known his baby boy was such a pervert?

While he kept avoiding Sukuna's gaze, there was always this lingering pull—like he couldn't help but look, in shame or need, the older man couldn't decipher. He wondered how he hadn't noticed all these signs before, completely blind in his lust and adoration towards Yuuji. Every small interaction between them sparked like static, brief and blinding, making Yuuji shy and nervous and leaving Sukuna aching and in need.

By evening, he was a coil of anticipation. He sat on the couch, searching for the episode they were going to watch while Yuuji moved around the living room. He brought pillows and a blanket from his room, cozying up the couch. The soft light from the lamps painted the boy in gold—his hair, his skin, even the outline of his shoulders. He had that same energy, that unspoken yearning exuding from his every pore as he set all his snacks on the coffee table, and Sukuna could almost taste it in the air between them.

When Yuuji went to fetch a glass of wine for him, Sukuna adjusted his half-hard cock in his pants. He smiled at his son when he reemerged from the kitchen and put the glass of wine closer to him.

"All set!" he exclaimed and put on the show episode, grabbing popcorn.

Sukuna hid his grin, taking the glass and letting the wine moisten his lips but not go past them.

His game started.

About half an hour into the episode, his glass of wine was almost empty. And it seemed that Yuuji was anticipating him falling asleep.

Not seeing that Sukuna was pouring out his wine into the large pot with dracaena on his side of the couch.

What the boy failed to notice was the subtle shift of Sukuna's hand when he held the glass, lazily rolling the burgundy beverage within transparent confines. Resting his arm on the side of the couch, he kept tilting the glass, letting the wine pour out into the soil of the plant. Sukuna then would bring the glass to his lips, moistening them and humming with the pretense of enjoying the good taste on his tongue.

He didn't take one sip of that wine.

And soon enough it was time for him to act.

Sukuna yawned, letting his eyes drop in false sleepiness, and put his empty glass back on the coffee table. From the corner of his eye, he noticed how his son perked and turned to him for a moment, as if checking on him. Yuuji was clearly getting impatient as he even scooted closer, making as little noise as possible to not disturb his father. A slow, predatory smile threatened to stretch Sukuna's lips as he practically felt the boy's anxiousness in the air. He completely closed his eyes, breathing steadily and willing his whole body to go lax. The sound of the TV went silent after what felt like forever.

Then Yuuji spoke softly.

"Dad?"

It was a whisper, barely a breath, and a coil of anticipation tightened in Sukuna's guts. He couldn't see what was happening, and when a weight of Yuuji's body pressed on his lap, he suppressed his flinch. It felt like his son straddled him, spreading his thighs wide to accommodate Sukuna's hulking build. Warm breath fanned over his face, and he felt a tight young body press closer to his chest. Yuuji's arms looped around his neck, and soft lips touched his in a tender kiss. Needy mewl escaped his son, and Sukuna's patience broke like brittle glass.

His arms came around Yuuji's tight waist, securing him on his lap, and he kissed him, catching a stuttering breath of surprise.

It felt even better than he imagined.

Wet mouth opened for him with the familiarity of a longtime lover, and Sukuna swallowed a soft moan, delving his tongue into the hot cavern. Yuuji then froze as if coming to his senses, and Sukuna opened his eyes, pulling away with reluctance.

Wide golden eyes filled with disbelief and fear flashed in them. His son gaped at him, color draining from his face as he quickly unwound his arms from Sukuna's neck. His breathing quickened, and within seconds tears welled in his eyes while he stumbled through his words.

"I'm—You—Oh my gosh—I'm s-sorry—I didn't mean to—Oh my god," he shivered, his speech turning into mumbling as he went rigid before hiding his eyes and sliding off Sukuna's lap.

But the man wasn't having it.

He tightened his hold on Yuuji, not letting him escape. Before he could speak, Yuuji broke down completely. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pushed away from his chest with shaky hands.

"I—God, I'm s-so s-sorry! I-I'm sorry! Dad, I—Pl-please, d-don't—D-don't hate m-me! I'm just—Don't h-hate me!"

He sobbed, curling up on himself and hugging his body. Sukuna cupped his face, making him look at him, but Yuuji shut his eyes close, refusing to meet his gaze and heaving in panic.

"Yuuji."

His son shook his head, and his lips wobbled. A flush of embarrassment and shame brought red onto his face as he trembled, trying to get away from his father.

"Look at me, baby."

Yuuji opened his eyes at the pet name. His face was twisted in emotional pain, making the pretty curve of his lips turn down in a grimace. He blinked away his tears, still shuddering with silent sobs and biting his lips. They've gotten red, moist, and swollen, and Sukuna leaned in for a kiss.

Honey eyes widened in shock, and a soft gasp was lost in the lock of their lips. Sukuna hummed, thumbing his sharp jawline and feeling how Yuuji clawed at his tank top. Licking into the hot mouth, Sukuna enjoyed the slight tremble of the boy on his lap. He pulled away, letting a string of saliva break between them, and rubbed it off Yuuji's chin, who sat in complete and utter shock.

He wiped away his tears, enjoying the feeling of soft skin under his fingertips, and started talking.

"Silly boy... You should have known that you can't keep secrets from me," he cooed, cupping his stunned face. Yuuji's eyes were wide in disbelief, and Sukuna let his hands wander. "Should've come to me instead of drugging me..." Shock was shifting into reverence in golden eyes, and he thumbed on his neck artery, finding a sporadic pulse. "I always take care of you, remember?"

Yuuji finally seemed to find his voice, muttering. "...How long did you know?"

His restless hands clutched the bottom of Sukuna's tank top as he bit his lips again. Sukuna pulled his bottom lip from under his teeth, marveling at how pliant and soft his mouth was.

"Since yesterday," Yuuji turned red at his words, and Sukuna chuckled. "Woke up in the middle of it," his eyes dropped to cherry lips. "While you took me deep into your throat. For how long have you been drugging me, mm?"

He didn't know if it was possible to turn any more red, but an intense blush spread to Yuuji's neck and ears as he stuttered, averting his eyes.

"Since I—Since I turned seventeen..."

Sukuna felt his stomach twist in hot arousal.

It's been almost a year since his son was taking advantage of him.

"Tell me more," he groaned, letting his hands travel under the loose shirt. Yuuji shivered at his touch, his skin warm and smooth under his calloused palms. His eyes turned glazed with arousal, and he mumbled, glancing at Sukuna shyly.

"You're not mad?"

Sukuna shook his head, leaning in and capturing tempting lips. Their kiss was hotter and messier, with the way Yuuji immediately clung onto his shoulders, catching his tongue and licking into his mouth. His sweet noises of contentment sent shivers down the man's back, and he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together.

Yuuji was panting, eyes locked on Sukuna's in a desperate need for his dad's attention.

"I'm not mad, sweetheart." Yuuji sucked in the air at the simple pet name, filling the man's dark heart with inexplicable joy. "I'm not, I promise, baby. I want to know everything. Every detail. Everything you ever did to me, I want to know it," he groaned, hands circling the cinched waist under Yuuji's shirt and squeezing soft skin.

"I need to know that you want me as much as I want you."

Yuuji gulped audibly, flushed, and looked so unbelievably pretty on Sukuna's lap. He shifted, pressing closer, and his eyes widened when his crotch bumped into an obvious hardness that strained his father's house pants. He breathed in, closing his eyes, like he was concentrating, and started talking.

"I—I wanted to be close first. Just missed you—A lot," he shivered and licked his lips. "Thought it was okay because," he smiled softly. "Because you're my dad... But I started—I was jealous... When you came home and smelled of women."

His expression turned into deep sadness, and Sukuna hurried to reassure him with a peck on his lips.

"Those are nothing, Yuuji," he rasped, and his fingers slipped under the elastic waistband of shorts and underwear. The soft skin of Yuuji's ass was malleable under his hands as he cupped both cheeks with a moan, bringing the boy closer. Yuuji whimpered sweetly, and his hips rolled in need, pressing on his hard cock. Sukuna caught his gasp with his mouth, enjoying how the teen opened up for him readily.

"They don't mean anything," he nuzzled soft cheek, whispering into blushing ear. "I just needed someone to fuck while I was thinking of you."

"Fuck..."

Yuuji groaned, rolling his hips. He shivered when Sukuna slowed him down, stopping his desperate rutting. Instead, he turned it into languid grinds, enjoying the feeling of soft ass cheeks in his hands.

"Tell me, baby," Sukuna mouthed at the long column of Yuuji's neck. "Tell me everything."

Yuuji nodded, burying his hands in his hair and tumbling with his words.

"I—I started to jerk off thinking of you... I just needed more..." he gasped when his crotch ground just right against the tent in Sukuna's pants. "Then I saw—I saw Megumi's sleeping pills. He—He has insomnia, and I thought—I thought if I won't get to be with you like this, maybe—Maybe I can be with you when you're sleeping..."

His arms wrapped around Sukuna's neck, and he confessed, looking him right in the eyes, while he kept grinding.

"I was just so—Mmm... So jealous and didn't know—Didn't know what to do—" He leaned in to nuzzle into Sukuna's neck as the man let him speak. Hot breath fanned over his skin, making him grip soft ass cheeks tighter. "You're so hot... The hottest man I've ever seen... Didn't want to do it with—Oh... With anyone else... And porn wasn't enough," he shuddered, whispering his shameless secrets. "I had to know how you'd feel inside me."

Sukuna froze. Heat flared under his skin as he growled.

"Tell me how you did it, baby boy."

Yuuji whined when his fingers reached between his ass cheeks. Rough fingertips brushed the tight furl of his asshole, skimming lower and grazing the damped skin of his pussy. His boy was so wet already, mewling when he nudged fat folds teasingly.

"I started small... Oh, yes—Mm! I put the pills in your whiskey for the first time, and you passed out in your study... On the sofa... I was scared I put too much and freaked out, but then you were breathing, and I—I just wanted to see your—Your d-dick," he gulped, hugging Sukuna and swirling his hips in need for release. "I just knew it had to be big... It is... So big... I couldn't swallow even a third of it the first time—Mm, feels so good..."

Sukuna's throat parched as he kept sweeping his fingertips through moist folds of his son's pussy. His cock ached to be inside, and the thought that he already had been, that Yuuji was already his, made Sukuna's blood boil with arousal.

"Yesterday you were taking me just fine," he rasped, kissing his blushing ear. "That sweet mouth of yours... Practice makes perfect, mm?"

"Y-yeah," Yuuji moaned, his wet mouth against Sukuna's neck. "I was waiting for Fridays... To suck you off... You'd grunt and moan in your sleep, but I just couldn't help it... I," he pulled away to whisper into his mouth before kissing him. "I'd get so wet for you... L-Like right now…"

Jesus fucking Christ.

His son moaned, sucking on his tongue and shivering. His hips bucked, trying to bring him to orgasm, but Sukuna stopped him, smiling at his needy whine.

"Shh... Stay still," he kissed the corner of his mouth, relishing in the sweet moan that left those swollen lips. "Tell me more and I'll let you come, baby."

"Yeah, yes, please—Okay," Yuuji gulped, shivering from head to toe with need. His fingers brushed through Sukuna's hair in soft affection as he continued. "It wasn't enough... I wanted more..." His eyes turned glassy, and he bit his lips. "I wanted to lose my virginity to you..." He panted, trying to breathe when he felt Sukuna's cock throbbing through thin fabric against his groin. "So I stretched myself one day, and—I-I rode you..."

"God, Yuuji," Sukuna moaned. "How did it feel, mm? How did it feel to have your daddy inside you?"

Yuuji whimpered and pressed his forehead to Sukuna's, whispering absolute filth.

"It felt so good... So good, daddy... I struggled a bit; you're so big... But I took you all the way... Could feel you in my guts... And I came so hard that night... I've made a mess, mmm... Multiple times because you wouldn't go soft... and I just—I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance, so I just—I just kept going until you—You came… There was so much... And you wouldn't stop grunting in your sleep while your—your cock was spilling into me—Like you enjoyed it too..."

"Of course, baby," Sukuna groaned, losing his mind. "Oh, you dirty little slut... God damn..."

Yuuji whined.

"For you... Anything for you, daddy," he whimpered, nuzzling into his cheek and kissing him. "I continued... I bought more pills... Sometimes I would just keep you in my mouth all night... Milk you dry... You come so much, and you taste so good... I would just wait till Friday and jerk off in the shower..."

"I know, baby," Sukuna rumbled, holding him perfectly still. Yuuji's eyes widened, and his breath stuttered. The man grinned, and it was his turn to spill his secrets. "I watched you through the spy cam in the shower... How you fingered your slutty pussy open... Shame I didn't have the sound on those tapes... Did you call for me? Did you think of me fucking you?"

Yuuji moaned, nodding.

"Fuck—Yes! Always," he shivered and tried to wiggle to get some friction, but Sukuna didn't let him. With a defeated sigh, he mumbled. "Always thought of you... Always, daddy..."

He gulped, and his pupils grew wide, almost swallowing the gold of his irises entirely.

"We're so fucked up," he breathed out and then smiled, kissing his jaw. "But I would do it again and again..." He then looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. "I—I love you, daddy..."

Sukuna's heart clenched, and he whispered into soft lips.

"I love you too, baby."

Moaning, Yuuji kissed him hungrily. He pressed into Sukuna as if trying to merge with him in every way possible, and the man felt himself unraveling. He gripped thick ass cheeks and stood up with Yuuji in his arms. His son shrieked in surprise and then relaxed with a soft moan.

"Fuck, you're so hot."

Sukuna only kissed him deeper, stumbling into his bedroom. Slamming the door open, he walked in with Yuuji clinging to him like a koala. He tugged the neatly tucked comforter and blanket to the side, putting his son down.

"Get naked."

Yuuji moaned at his command and pulled off all his clothes, leaving himself open to Sukuna's hungry gaze. He took in the sight of a young, strong body.

Yuuji was a tan boy, all lean muscle and soft slopes of skin. Pink nubs of his nipples were perking, his top surgery scars were almost entirely faded, and a couple moles on perfect smooth skin made Sukuna salivate. His eyes traced light lines of his abs, the soft curl of his belly button, and then stopped at the pink bush below his navel. It was well-groomed, soft-looking hair that trailed all the way down, and Sukuna saw the fatty lips of his cunt. The thick clit was engorged, jutting out and smeared in translucent slick that also matted patches of pink pubic hair. Yuuji, apparently feeling bold, spread his legs wider, making the sight more erotic. Thick folds of his pussy opened slightly, wet and pretty, showing his bright pink inner labia and eager clenching hole.

Sukuna pulled off his clothes, eyes fixated on Yuuji's crotch, and grabbed his aching cock at the root, hissing. A couple strokes spread precum on the thick shaft, and he saw Yuuji's eyes bulge at the sight. He got on the bed, sliding between spread legs and kissing a panting mouth. The teen whined when his cock slid on his aching cunt. His legs circled around Sukuna's waist, struggling to close all the way from how big the man was, towering over him. Trimmed nails scratched his back as Sukuna mouthed at sensitive neck and collarbones.

Sucking and biting, Sukuna left marks all over glowing skin and hummed, closing his mouth on a pebbled nipple.

"Oh my god, oh—Mm!" Yuuji panted, writhing under him. "D-dad, can you—I wanna come... Ngh!"

Chuckling against soft skin, Sukuna moved lower, shuddering when his cock pressed on the sheets under his weight. He kissed his trembling stomach and nuzzled soft skin there, inching towards the soft patch of pubic hair. Yuuji sucked in the air and mewled incoherently when Sukuna took a deep breath, burying his nose in his pubic hair.

"Oh, god—I'm—You—"

Sukuna grinned, grabbing his thighs and bringing them to his shoulders as he got comfortable just a breath away from his pussy.

"Come as much as you want, sweetheart." He looked up at Yuuji, who was breathing hard, with a flushed face and disoriented eyes. "I won't stop until I have my fill."

With that, he dove in.

The first lick on the hot flesh made him moan in delight. Yuuji tasted just how he imagined he would: clean skin, the bittersweet tang of bodily fluids, and a slight shift of fruity shower gel. He ran his tongue through thick outer labia, appalled with how wet his son was. Broken noises came from above him, and he sucked one lip into his mouth, feeling how deft fingers tangled in his hair.

"Oh, fuck! F-fuck—I'm gonna come! Shit! Dad, I'm—"

Sukuna hummed in approval and switched his attention to the throbbing nub of engorged clit. He rolled his tongue over it, sucking lightly and opening his eyes, and watched Yuuji crumble. The teen sobbed, his muscles shook with strain as he canted his hips into Sukuna's mouth. A deep guttural sound escaped the man when Yuuji locked his eyes with him. Tears welled in the pretty gems, and with a loud whine, he came. Pussy under Sukuna's tongue got even wetter, and he hurried to collect all the slick into his mouth. Yuuji kept whimpering, not able to utter a word as the man licked into his sopping cunt with vigor, feeling how strong thighs trembled against his head. His tongue delved into the pulsing hole, and he pushed Yuuji up by his hips, making the angle perfect.

That made the teen sob for mercy.

"Too m-much—Oh, nghh! It's—It's too much!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Sukuna kept plunging his tongue into the soft hole. Eager orifice was oozing slick, making his mouth and chin sloppy. His nose bumped into the swollen clit, making Yuuji jerk in his hold, and soon enough the teen was coming again.

With a sharp cry, his son convulsed with his whole body, shaking. His hole squeezed tight around Sukuna's tongue, making him hot all over, and he barely restrained himself from coming. Licking long strokes through the moist lips of the quivering pussy, Sukuna let Yuuji sprawl on the bed. The boy heaved, choked-up moans still falling from his open mouth as he stared at his dad with a starstruck expression.

When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and raspy from all his moans.

"I—I can't—I don't think I can come again..." he gulped when Sukuna chuckled, kissing his thighs. With a long moan, he tried to wiggle away, but the man didn't let him. "Seriously—I don't think I'll—You ruined me, wait—"

"Nonsense," Sukuna drawled lazily and spat on the flushed pussy. He rubbed his spit into the overstimulated clit, and Yuuji whined. "You don't even know how ruined you can be."

With that, he put his mouth back on the throbbing cunt. He sucked and licked, wiggling his tongue past the greedy hole, drinking up all the slick Yuuji had to offer. Relishing in uncontrollable jerks of his pelvis as his son struggled against pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers in. Yuuji's slut of a pussy swallowed them eagerly, clamping down like a vice, and the teen shrieked.

"Fuck! No, wait—Wait!"

Growling, he started to finger the boy. Slick squelching sounds of sopping wet pussy taking his fingers set his body ablaze as he struggled to concentrate on anything. His mouth laved hot flesh, mapping out all sensitive spots while his fingers stretched and filled the tight hole, making Yuuji shake. He tugged on his hair in desperation, wailing, but Sukuna barely registered the pain. Rutting into the bedsheets, he snarled, feeling how tight the inner walls of Yuuji's pussy got, and with another hard suck on his poor clit, the teen was coming.

Yuuji whined, crying, and then his pussy convulsed around Sukuna's fingers. Before he could understand what was happening, a hot stream of slick rushed onto his face. His guts tightened, and an orgasm hit him square in the chest. Heaving, he felt himself coming, and he lapped on the slick, moaning. Wanting more, he snarled and pulled out his fingers.

"Come on, baby," he bit into the shaking thigh and brought up his arm to lock Yuuji's legs in place. "Give it to me."

In a frenzy of his arousal, he spanked the quivering cunt. His fingers landed right on the throbbing clit, and Yuuji screamed when Sukuna rained hard slaps on his poor flushed pussy.

"YES! Yes—Fuck!"

Yuuji sobbed, his hands clawing on Sukuna's arm as the man gulped it all up, nuzzling the dripping cunt with his face. Hot slick drenched him, from his mouth to his chest, and he growled, spanking Yuuji again. Lean thighs quaked, jolting under his arm, and his son squirted again, crying in overwhelming heat of pleasure. A small stream of fluid erupted from his red pussy, and Sukuna lapped it up like a starved animal, breathing in the scent.

His cock was smeared with his own cum yet didn't go soft as he continued to torture broken teen who kept whimpering at every stroke of his tongue. Pleasure simmered under his skin, and when he pulled away with a satisfied hum, content with his fill, Yuuji could only mumble.

The sight of him made Sukuna's breath hitch.

His pretty face was red from exertion. Golden eyes were half-lidded, unfocused as tears streamed down his cheeks. He drooled, sniffling, and his lips trembled with soft whispers. Coming closer to kiss him, he heard his son's rambles.

"...f-feels so good, so good... daddy... dad... love you... I can't... no more..."

Kissing the unresponsive mouth, he hummed, bringing the boy closer. His aching cock bumped into a soft navel, smearing his cum, and Yuuji shuddered. He nuzzled when Sukuna peppered kisses on his tear-stained face.

"Did so well, baby... so good to me..." He kissed quivering lips, whispering. "But we aren't done yet. I need to make love to you." He grabbed soft ass cheeks, kneading them like dough in his hands. Yuuji's breath hitched once again, and he mewled incoherently, trying to focus while Sukuna spilled all his desires. "I need to feel you, sweetheart. Fuck your pussy open and feel how you come on me... Need to fill you up till you can't think anymore... I want you to become cum drunk... Want to go on even if you pass out... And make you take me..."

Yuuji gulped when Sukuna pushed between his legs again. He moaned when his father rubbed his cock through the mess of his cunt, pushing between plush folds and gathering slick. When Sukuna pulled his legs up, folding him in half and bringing himself closer to kiss soft cheeks, he sobbed and finally found his voice, grabbing at his neck and breathing out.

"Yes—Yes, daddy... Fill me out—I need you," he whispered, biting his lips and shivering. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

Pushing in, Sukuna grunted, feeling how tight Yuuji was. Despite all the orgasms that he wrung out of the boy, he still clenched, practically sucking him in. Broken moans rang in the bedroom as he slid home with a loud slap of his balls, and Yuuji quivered, sobbing. His cunt tightened, impossibly wet and needy.

"I'm coming—I'm coming, daddy—"

"Good job, sweetheart." Sukuna moaned, sparks flying in his vision. He thumbed away fresh tears on Yuuji's face and groaned, grinding deeper. "That's right, baby... Shh... Just feel it..."

Yuuji nodded, mewling and breathing hard. He looked drunk, a bright blush on his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably. Clawing on his shoulders, he sobbed when Sukuna started moving. Deep, long thrusts made him hiccup every time the thick length dragged along the walls of his pussy. It wrapped around Sukuna, tightening and squeezing, milking him for his cum. Pressing on spread thighs he pushed the boy into a deeper mating press, fucking harder into squelching mess of the boy's hole. His cock entered his needy cunt at an almost perpendicular angle, making Yuuji gasp and choke on his spit. Slick was frothing where they connected, webbing on pink patches of both of their pubes. The sight made the man shudder, and he whispered, going faster and enjoying the loud slaps of his balls on thick ass cheeks.

"Look at that, baby," he nuzzled sweaty neck, making Yuuji look where his girthy cock was obliterating already destroyed cunt. "Look how well you take me... Made just for me... My little slut... So eager for my attention, aren't you?"

Yuuji babbled, unable to talk. His eyes were fixated on where the thick cock plunged itself into his pliant cunt with squelching noises. His hands scratched Sukuna's arms as the man continued to run his mouth, close to coming yet refusing to before Yuuji lost his mind completely.

"Mmm, that's right, tighten up… Work that pussy for me... My little pocket pussy... Yeah, you like that? I'll keep you full whenever you want, sweetheart..." Golden eyes flicked at him with desperation, and Sukuna cooed, thrusting harder. "I know, baby, I know... This is never going to end, you hear me? I'll never let you go... Beautiful..."

He kissed the wet mouth, enjoying mindless flicks of Yuuji's tongue, who struggled to keep up with him. His son sobbed, clenching his pussy as if begging for his cum wordlessly. Sukuna grunted, feeling sweat drenching his skin as he pounded his boy's sloshing cunt.

"I'll make this cunt sloppy every hour of every day... Fuck, baby, you're gripping me so tight... Want me to come inside, mm? Want me to make a mess out of your pussy? I know you're hungry for it... My little cum slut... Come on, baby... Come with me..."

As if on command, Yuuji froze at another deep thrust, and when Sukuna ground in place, nudging into trembling walls of his pussy, he yowled.

His cunt tightened, threatening to break Sukuna's cock, and he shivered, growling. A hot coil finally unfurled in his lower stomach, and he came, flooding Yuuji's insides. His poor son jolted like he was shot, heaving and clawing at his back. His sweet pussy quivered, fluttering helplessly, and a thin trickle of squirt soaked Sukuna's balls. His cock released thick ropes of cum, painting clenching walls in white as he flopped on Yuuji, catching his breath.

Pleasure numbed his senses as he nuzzled sweaty hair, enjoying weak pulses of filled pussy on his softening cock. Yuuji mewled and kissed his shoulder sweetly. His thighs trembled in Sukuna's hold, and he let them go, adjusting their position. When he tried to pull out to lie down, Yuuji suddenly grunted, biting his neck.

"D-Don't... Don't waste it... Wanna feel you..."

His soft sigh fanned over heated skin, and Sukuna pulled him on himself, falling on his back. Yuuji ended up on him, head on his heaving chest and arms wrapped around him. His cunt, still pulsing, oozed a mix of cum and slick, making the tiny bit of space between them sloppy.

Both of them didn't care, enjoying post-orgasmic bliss.

Sukuna rubbed Yuuji's tired muscles, listening to the slurred grunts of pleasure. His hands kneaded and fondled every inch of young tight body that melted into goo on top of him. Yuuji nuzzled his chest sweetly, his lips wet when they dragged across warm skin. He eventually turned to Sukuna, pulling up with remnants of his strength. His hair was a mess, damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. He blinked through the haze of exhaustion and afterglow and leaned into Sukuna's hand when he reached to brush away sweaty fringe. Light from the nightstand lamp caught on his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, painting him gold and pink in a way that made Sukuna's chest ache.

Yuuji leaned down, brushing a lazy kiss to Sukuna's jaw.

"I... Dad, I," he mumbled, voice hoarse and trembling. "I don't want this to end... I know it's wrong... The way I love you... But I don't want this to end..."

His hand traced slow, unfocused patterns across Sukuna's chest, and the man caught it, pressing a chaste kiss on the warm palm.

"It won't end," he whispered and brushed away a drying streak of a tear, smiling and quirking his brow. "You just have to stop using those pills of yours and let me take care of you, baby."

Yuuji bit his lips in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry... For, you know, drugging you," he sighed, lying on his cheek and mumbling. "I bought new pills, a different kind, a week ago... Didn't know how much I should put in your drink, so I probably messed it up last night..."

Then he blushed even harder, smiling shyly.

"I'm glad I messed it up, though."

Sukuna chuckled, leaning to kiss him. A soft breath caught in Yuuji's throat when the man cupped his ass, bringing him closer and inevitably pulling out completely. Cum smeared on their skin, and he whimpered into Sukuna's mouth, pawing at his chest.

When they pulled apart, he whined, licking his lips.

"And you," he flicked his eyes at him with a coy flutter of his lashes, making Sukuna's cock jerk back to life. "You've watched me... Did you—Did you jerk off on it?"

His voice melted into a whisper as he barely held back his smile, and Sukuna spanked his ass, making him moan.

"You little brat," he grunted, squeezing soft flesh. "Of course, I did... Was coming my brains out to you riding your fingers..." He smirked, his hands traveling lower and fingers thumbing at his fucked-out pussy. "Will you give me a little show, mm? For all those days that you deprived me of this?"

Yuuji breathed out, his eyes growing glassy with arousal.

"Yeah... Yes, I can..." he murmured into his lips before kissing him. "Anything for you, daddy."

Sukuna moaned, low in his throat, and kissed him back, feeling how warm lips curled into a smile. The scent of salt, skin, and lingering musk hung heavy in the air—his bedroom still humming with the echo of what they'd just done. His thumb brushed the slick line of Yuuji's spine, feeling the faint tremor that went through the pliant body, and his heart clenched at the sweet mewl of pleasure.

Golden eyes flashed with happiness, and Sukuna knew it was love.