The King of Thebes

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/40829115.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Category: Multi
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
Relationships: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Sukuna | Ryoumen
Sukuna/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna
Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Itadori Yuuji is Not
Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Vessel, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His
Own Warning, There's Ryou/Ita and Suku/Ita, Female Itadori Yuuji,
Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Sukuna is Ryoumen and Yuuji's
son, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Obsession,
Forbidden Love, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism,
Panty Kink, Coming Untouched, Multiple Orgasms, Penis In Vagina Sex,
Overstimulation, Non-Consensual Spanking, Underage Rape/Non-con,
Size Difference, Impotence, Premature Ejaculation, Ryoumen is a
terrible parent, Yuuji at least tries, she's also a terrible parent tho,
Shotacon, Shotakuna
Language: English
Series: Part 5 of Skitsk Week 2022
Collections: SukuItaSuku Week 2022
Stats: Published: 2022-08-06 Words: 5,742 Chapters: 2/2
 The King of Thebes
by ChumbalieWumbus

Summary

His first wet dream, before he even knew what they were, was of his mother. Her short hair.
The curve of her breasts, just out of his reach. The smell of her, the feel of her, Sukuna was
obsessed.

Cuddles on the couch became his most coveted time, allowed to plaster himself to his
mother’s side, and imagine what it would feel like to put himself between her legs.

Or, even better, inside her.

Sukuna's got something of an Oedipus Complex for his mother. He gets himself into a
situation, trapped in his parent's closet, when they come home earlier than expected from
their date.

Notes

This is my day 5 fill for skitsk week 2022! We've got Obsession, Forbidden Relationships,
Cumming Untouched in a No Curses AU! This is also shotacon, so uh. the doves are dead
and I killed them.

Lots of the tags are for the second chapter! Which will be posted. Eventually. >_>
 Chapter 1

Sukuna creeps into his parents bedroom when they’re out on a date. He can’t resist it, can’t
stop himself. He doesn’t want to. He knows exactly what he’s looking for, and where to find
it. The matter of what he’s doing should be embarrassing, but he doesn’t care.

He needs it.

He goes straight to the laundry hamper, takes his prize, and hides in their closet, nestled in his
mother’s hanging clothes.

Sukuna’s hands shake when he squirms out of his pants, careful not to touch himself, his little
cock swollen and dripping already.

His mother’s panties arrayed in front of him, only three pairs this time, and this is the only
time his parents have been out of the house this week. He needs this.

Sukuna whimpers.

His first wet dream, before he even knew what they were, was of his mother. Her short hair.
The curve of her breasts, just out of his reach. The smell of her, the feel of her, Sukuna was
obsessed.

Cuddles on the couch became his most coveted time, allowed to plaster himself to his
mother’s side, and imagine what it would feel like to put himself between her legs.

Or, even better, inside her.

Sukuna’s cock twitches, overwhelmed, and he cums on the first pair of panties before he can
even rub himself on them, holding the white lace stretched between his palms, mere
centimetres away from his softening dick.

He wants to cry, frustrated.

It’s always like this; he wants so badly to rub himself in her panties, as close as he can get to
her cunt without her there, but he can’t do it. He can never contain himself long enough to
touch the soft fabric to his skin before his fantasies consume him and he loses it.

Sukuna sighs, and brushes the lace teasingly over himself, panting heavily, and flinching
away at the brush of the lace on his over-sensitive skin.

It’s fine. It’s fine.

He’ll just wait, and play with the next pair. His cum is already cooling on these ones, and it’s
gross and sticky.

He sets the panties aside, to hide the evidence of his crimes under his bed later.
The next pair are black, and he’s never seen them before. He straightens them out, and
whimpers, realising that they’re nothing but a waistband of black silk, and snappy black
string. There’s nowhere for him to nestle his little cock, and rub until it feels too good.

Sukuna wraps the waistband carefully around himself, where he’s already getting hard again,
that feeling that’s so much like pressure on his bladder coming back threefold, and whimpers.
His hips twitch forward into nothing, and his frustration rises again.

An angry noise bubbles up in his throat, nearly out of his mouth when the door to his parent’s
bedroom opens. Sukuna freezes, and slaps a hand over his mouth.

It sounds like they’re kissing.

He throbs. He needs to see.

With the panties still wrapped around himself, he creeps to the closet door, and cracks it
open, careful to keep himself hidden from where any errant light might shine on him.

The lamp on his parent’s bedside table has been turned on, and it illuminates the massive
form of his father, laid across their bed.

Shapely tanned legs wrap around his middle, the black dress already hitched up around his
mother’s hips where they’re pressed against his father’s stomach.

Sukuna burns with envy.

It should be Sukuna on top of his mother. Not him. That brute doesn’t deserve her.

His parents are kissing, the wet sounds of their tongues together filling the room.

Sukuna wants to kiss his mother like that.

He bites his fist, and humps into her panties impotently. He should be with her, in her!

His father leans up, moving to start kissing toward his mother’s breasts.

“Ryou,” His mother pants, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him up off her.

Sukuna has a clear angle of their profiles, and his mother’s slip dress has already been
shrugged down her arms, breasts bared and sagging under their own weight. Her nipples are
brown and perky, beading and swollen.

Sukuna cums, staring at her breasts bobbing in the air, dribbles of cum hitting the floor and
the string of the black panties.

“Ryou, stop, Sukuna’s…” His mother trails off, and his father moves her more fully onto the
bed, kneeling between her spread thighs.

Sukuna leans against the wall, tired and dazed, but unable to look away.
He can’t see her cunt from this angle, but he wants to.

“Sukuna’s in bed, Yuuji.” His father says, and takes a breast in each big palm, pushing them
together, squeezing and stroking his thumbs over her.

He ducks his head to take her perfect brown nipples into his mouth.

Sukuna burns. He hates him. Sukuna wants to be able to do that, but he’s too small, too
young. Sukuna can’t grow up fast enough, can’t wait to be old enough that he can steal his
mother from that monster, and make her cry his name instead.

His penis hurts a little bit when it twitches, and Sukuna’s mouth drops open around his fist.
He’s never… He looks down at himself, still wrapped in black panties, and twitching above a
small puddle of white fluid, and has to clap both his hands over his mouth, tearing his eyes
away.

It hurts as much as it feels good when he twitches.

It’s not getting hard, but he really really wants it to.

“What if he comes in here? I don’t want to scar him,” His mother continues, pushing herself
up on her elbow, one hand tangling in his father’s hair.

His mouth pops off her breasts, leaving them shiny and slick as he lets go, moving to brace
himself on top of her. “Scar him? I don’t think so.”

He moves one hand between her legs.

Sukuna holds his breath, rocking his hips into nothing, for nothing, his limp dick bobbing
uncomfortably with his motions.

“... About that, there’s something I - ah!” Her head falls back, legs falling further open.

Sukuna can’t see.

But he can hear a quiet, wet, noise. His father’s arm moves, no doubt putting his hand where
Sukuna deserves to be. Sukuna wants to scream. He wants that to be him, but he doesn’t know
how.

“Right now? You want to talk right now?” His father says, arm working.

“Y-yes! Oh, fuck, right there,” His mother pants, her head dropping back, hips moving
against his father’s hand. “Stop, fuck, I’m trying to talk to you,” she whines.

The wet sounds don’t stop. “About how he keeps sticking his head in your lap?” He asks,
laughing. “He’s that age, I certainly can’t judge him. I like having my head there too.”

His mother moans, breasts heaving as she pants. His father leans down to kiss each, and
Sukuna could cry. He wants to do that. They’re talking about him.
“Ryou!” His mother admonishes. “Don’t be an ass, I’m serious!”

His father pulls his hand away, sucks on his fingers. “So am I. Want me to, or think you’re
ready for me now?”

His mother whines, and drops her arms, falling onto her back. Her breasts bounce, jiggling
enticingly.

Her dress has made its way around her waist, the only part of her that’s covered.

Sukuna leans on the wall, and pretends it’s him leaning back on his heels over her,
unbuttoning his shirt, shedding it. He pretends it’s his body that’s adult, fully developed, that
they’re his tattoos (except his would be better) that his mother reaches up to touch reverently,
fingers running down his chest.

“M’ready,” She wiggles her hips, and helps his father with his belt.

Sukuna watches his father slide off the bed to lose his slacks, kicking off his underwear,
palming his dick. Sukuna freezes at the sight of it. It’s very, very big.

Sukuna feels almost like crying. It’s not fair. That should be his. That should be him.

He wants it, but he doesn’t know what it is. He can watch this time so he’ll know what to do
for his mother when she realises Sukuna’s the one who should get to touch her.

His father strokes himself, leisurely, and Sukuna’s bitter all over again. He doesn’t make a
mess and have to stop the second he touches himself either. It’s not fair. His father climbs
back between his mother’s legs, and raises an eyebrow at her.

“Condom?” His father asks.

His mother bites her lip. Sukuna tries hard not to lean forward and get a better look, afraid of
being found out.

“Yeah, I don’t want to do cleanup.” His mother sighs.

His father grabs something out of the bedside table, and Sukuna watches him tear the foil
packet open, rolling the condom down on himself.

“Lazy, brat. Not going to shower with me?” His father leans over her again, one hand
between their legs.

His mother keens, her thighs twitching then wrapping around him, her ankles locking behind
his back. His father grunts, hips moving to meet hers, slowly enough that it’s painful to
Sukuna. “Fuck, you said you were ready. You sure?”

“Ryou, fuck, fuck, please,” His mother whines, and kicks the small of his father’s back.

Sukuna’s body is covered in sweat, and his dick is struggling to perk up. He knows from
health class that they’re having sex, that this is his best opportunity to figure out how to put
his dick inside his mother.

He wants to be in the bed, with his mother begging him.

Sukuna closes his eyes, and breathes deeply, tentatively touching himself.

He has to shove his fist harder into his mouth, nearly crying out at how sensitive he is,
pulling his hand back quickly.

His father has his palms braced over his mother’s shoulders, moving against her slowly,
looking down at where their bodies meet, like he can’t look anywhere else. The wet sound
fills the room, along with the sound of their hips meeting, skin on skin.

The bed creaks, rocking under their motion.

Sukuna resorts to lightly brushing his fingers over himself, rocking his hips in time with
them, chewing his knuckles as every jolt hits his guts in a twist of too much of and not
enough.

His fingers catch on the string of his mother’s panties, and the sticky fabric drags against
him, and Sukuna’s whole body clenches, but nothing comes out of him when he cums. He
still shakes in the aftermath, with no idea if he made any sounds at all.

His mother is moaning, gasping his father’s name, clinging to his shoulders, and arching her
back.

Her breasts move with every small motion, and her short hair grows more and more mussed,
her golden skin shining in the dim light.

Sukuna, feeling bold, pushes the closet door open a hair further.

Blue eyes cut over, and his father makes eye contact with him.

Sukuna closes the closet door, heart hammering. Only his face would have been visible, but
the creaking of the bed stops, and Sukuna hears his mother’s voice, clear as day, “What?
Ryou, don’t stop, I’m so close.”

There’s a pause, and Sukuna’s panicking, trying to unwind the panties from himself, and mop
up his mess with them, when the bed starts creaking again. His mother moans, long and loud.
“There, right there, don’t move,” She pants, and chants his father’s name.

Sukuna bites his lip, and shoves his mother’s dirty panties under the shelves where she keeps
her fancier shoes. She never wears them, so she’s unlikely to notice the panties below them if
she goes looking in her closet.

He wants to see.

He can’t. He’s busted.

Sukuna looks for somewhere to hide in their clothes. His father said they were going to
shower after, so Sukuna has time to escape back to his room, and play dumb if his father
comes to interrogate him.

His mother’s voice hitches upward in a wordless cry, warbling and gasping as if sobbing. It
makes Sukuna want to rush out, positive that his father is hurting her, but then she laughs,
breathlessly. The creaking comes to a gradual halt. It’s quieter now with the closet door
closed, and with Sukuna in the very back of the walk-in, but he can just make out his father’s
voice.

“Not a bad show, brat. Go get in the shower, I’ll join you in a second.”

Uh oh.

“Do we have to?” His mother cajoles.

“Yes, you’re sweaty, it’s disgusting. Up, up.” His father says, and there’s the sound of flesh
on flesh, and a squeak.

Sukuna sneers, hugging his knees, and makes sure his clothes are on properly. He’d never tell
his mother she’s disgusting. She’s beautiful and perfect, and Sukuna loves her.

That beast doesn’t deserve her.

There’s the sound of movement, and then their bathroom door opens, and closes. The shower
starts.

Sukuna holds his breath, and thinks maybe he’s actually off the hook. A minute passes, two
minutes.

His father could have easily grabbed him out of the closet by now.

The bathroom door opens again, and closes.

Sukuna creeps to the closet door, easing it open as quietly as he can. The lamp is off now, and
the only light Sukuna has to aid him is the moonlight coming in through the bedroom
window.

Sukuna watches the closet door like a hawk, guiding it to open only enough for him to crawl
through, and shut behind him.

“Dumbass,” His father says, from where he’s sitting on the foot of their bed, watching
Sukuna in the dark.

Busted.

Sukuna scowls as fiercely as he can, and turns to glare at where he knows Ryoumen is sitting,
only to gasp, and turn away just as fast. His father didn’t put any clothing on.
“You wanna play peeping tom? You get the full show, you little shit.” The bed creaks as
Ryoumen stands, and stalks over to Sukuna.

Sukuna scrambles up to his feet, and makes a break for it, only for his father to catch him by
the back of his shirt.

“I don’t fucking think so,” Ryoumen lifts him up, letting Sukuna kick and flail, but he doesn’t
shout. He doesn’t want his mother to know. “I’m going to put you in your room, where you
are going to stay. Then, tomorrow, we are having a discussion. Am I clear?”

Sukuna stubbornly acts like he didn’t hear his father.

He gets shaken for his obstinance.

“Am. I. Clear?” Ryoumen shakes him again.

Sukuna nods, “Yes, your highness,” he grumbles. His father sighs, and Sukuna hangs like a
scruffed cat as he is carried to his room, tossed in, and the door shuts with finality behind
him.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

So, I put chapter 2 of this up for my free day fill. I didn't intend for this to be my free
day fill, but uhhh, I got encouraged by fellow degenerates. (You know who you are.)

Sukuna considers hiding, or running away from home, but recognises he can never save his
mother from his father if he does that.

At the breakfast table, his father acts as if nothing happened at all, even ignoring Sukuna. His
mother seems to have no idea.

There’s small bruises on his mother’s neck, shaped like kisses, and Sukuna hates them. They
make him burn with envy.

When he glares at Ryoumen, his father is watching him, and smiles, quick and mean, there
and gone.

Sukuna goes to school, cowed.

When he comes home from school, he does his homework, and his mother watches him with
a strange look on her face. He blushes to the tops of his ears, and banishes himself to his
room. She knows. That beast told her.

Sukuna hides under his blankets, miserable.

Ryoumen’s back from work by dinner time. Sukuna doesn’t go down. He locks his door,
petulantly. If he just grounds himself, his parents will have no method of punishing him.
He’ll have to get sneakier in how he does things.

Sukuna can hear the dishwasher running faintly, signalling that dinner is well and truly
served. There’s a knock on his door.

“Sukuna?” Yuuji calls.

Sukuna’s lip wobbles, and he wants to run out to her, and bury his face in her thighs. He
thinks she’d understand if he could confess to her convincingly enough. She loves him. That
has to be enough.

He doesn’t get up, burying his head under his pillow.

“Baby, we have to talk,” Yuuji continues, knocking on his door again.

Sukuna sniffles, and hates that he’s upset. He’s not a child. He’s old enough to want her. He
could be a man for her. He could.

The doorknob rattles, and he hears his mother sigh.

Her footsteps recede, and Sukuna curls himself into a small ball, miserable and pouting.

He’s well into his wallowing and feeling sorry for himself when the doorknob shakes again,
and the lock clicks. Sukuna yanks his head out from under his pillow, staring at his door,
deeply alarmed.

Ryoumen lets himself into Sukuna’s room, closing the door behind him. The light is off, and
Sukuna regrets that. He can’t see his father’s expression.

Sukuna sticks his head back under the pillow, resolute in ignoring his father, even when he
comes to Sukuna’s bedside, turning on Sukuna’s lamp, and sits on the bed with him.

“Crying?” Ryoumen asks, his tone bored, like Sukuna is a little pest to him.

Sukuna sneers into his sheets, scrubbing a hand across his grubby cheeks. “No,” he sniffles,
and hates how obviously untrue the statement is.

“I’m not a child,” Sukuna says, refusing to come out from his hiding spot.

Ryoumen hums, the same awful sound he always uses when he thinks Sukuna’s being
laughable. Sukuna hopes he gets into a car accident and dies.

“You didn’t come down to eat,” Ryoumen shifts, and Sukuna can picture the way he’s
crossed his ankle over his knee, leaning back to brace a palm on Sukuna’s bed, near where
Sukuna’s legs are tucked up.

Sukuna ignores him.

“Scared I’d take my belt to you over the table?” Ryoumen asks, casual as if he’s asking about
Sukuna’s homework, or his upcoming archery competitions.

Sukuna gapes, petrified.

Neither of his parents have ever raised their hands to him.

The pillow lifts off his head, and Ryoumen is grimacing at him, while Sukuna stares at him
like he’s revealed he’s actually a two headed ashura.

“Quit hiding, you’re too old for this.” Ryoumen says.

Sukuna does his best to imitate one of Ryoumen’s sneers, and scrambles out from under his
blankets, crawling onto his knees to face his father head on. Before he can defend himself,
Ryoumen holds out a piece of fabric to him, his expression serene.

“Know what these are?” Ryoumen asks, like they’re both idiots.
In his hand are a pair of white and pink panties. They’re cotton, and not terribly fancy,
printed with strawberries.

They’re Sukuna’s favourite pair of his mother’s. The first ones he saw, by accident, when she
was wearing a skirt and crouched down to help him with his archery gloves. His breath
catches in his throat, and he can’t tear his eyes away from them.

He’s hard, his dick standing straight up in his pyjama pants.

“You do, don’t you?” Ryoumen continues. “Want ‘em?” He wiggles his hand back and forth.

Sukuna is not thinking when he reaches out, and takes them, possessed by the need to touch
them.

They’re warm. They smell like her.

His head swims, and he wants to bury his face in the crotch of the panties, inhaling his
mother’s smell.

Ryoumen sighs, and Sukuna is reminded abruptly his father is right there, less than a foot
away from him. Unthinkingly, he shoves his hands down to his lap, trying to cover where his
dick is standing at attention.

He covers himself with the panties.

Sukuna shudders, cumming once he registers what he’s done.

His head drops, face burning to hide from the incredulous gaze his father is levelling at him.
“Immediately? Seriously?” Ryoumen asks. “You’re making a mess of your mom’s clothes,
you horny little shit. No wonder you go through so many pairs.” He says.

Sukuna’s horrified, jerking his head back up. “What?” He squeaks.

“You’re not slick,” Ryoumen says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know your mother
has been finding those panties, right? Since you were eavesdropping, that’s what she wanted
to talk to me about.”

Sukuna, mortified, feels tears prick his eyes again.

Ryoumen reaches out, and wraps one big hand around Sukuna’s face, thumb and fingers
squishing his cheeks gently. Sukuna’s lip wobbles, and when the tears begin to fall, he
manages not to sob too badly.

Ryoumen sighs. “Pants down, brat.” He says.

Sukuna twitches, and shakes his head as much as he can. He’s dirty. They both know, but it’s
another thing to be caught red handed. Literally.

Sukuna makes the mistake of looking down, trying to break his father’s gaze.
A wet spot on the panties, over his spent cock glares back up at him.

Sukuna hiccups, arms reflexively tensing and holding the fabric down tighter over his lap as
he starts to get hard again.

“Alright, doing this the hard way, then.” Ryoumen doesn’t sound like he’s too bothered by
that. Before Sukuna can tell him to go away, or give him a moment, Ryoumen is grabbing
him by the armpits, and hauling Sukuna over his lap.

The panties come with.

Sukuna’s hands are trapped with them under his own hips, pressed flush to the width of his
father’s thigh. Sukuna moans, fully hard in his underwear now. The damp fabric chafes, and
then drags unpleasantly over him when his father pulls his clothing down to his knees.

One of Ryoumen’s hands pins Sukuna by his shoulders, face down on his bed, his hips and
bottom raised on his father’s lap.

The cotton of his mother’s panties presses flush to his little cock, and Sukuna sobs, his back
arching.

Ryoumen’s hand cracks off Sukuna’s ass with no warning, rocking him over the panties and
his father’s slacks.

Sukuna’s cum has to be soaking into the crease of his father’s pants.

Sukuna sobs, uninhibited. His ass stings, Ryoumen’s palm having easily covered half of it
with a single spank.

Sukuna’s ready for the second strike, and that only makes it worse as he tenses up before
Ryoumen spanks the other cheek. Ryoumen rests his hand on the back of Sukuna’s thighs, his
thumb pressing into the smarting skin of Sukuna’s asscheek.

Sukuna’s dick throbs, his balls tight between his spread legs. It takes everything in him not to
rut against his father’s thigh, overwhelmed. He wants to be spanked again so that he can get
more friction on himself.

“You going to cum into your mom’s panties again?” Ryoumen asks, “wish you were me?”

Sukuna nods, unsure of what he’s supposed to say. Lying seems like a bad idea, but telling
the truth isn’t much better.

Ryoumen laughs, and pulls Sukuna up off his lap to kneel beside Ryoumen’s leg. Sukuna
looks down, and his eyes widen at the bulge in his father’s slacks, the rumpled, damp, pair of
his mother’s panties on his thigh.

Ryoumen arranges the panties so they’re open on his leg, the crotch just below Sukuna’s
aching erection.
Sukuna shoves his fingers into his mouth and bites them, trying not to whine, or cry at the
sight. Everything below his waist is warm and tingly, from his smarting bottom to his aching
dick.

“Lay back down now, and put your dick in your mom’s panties.” Ryoumen instructs, and pats
his thigh before putting his hand on the small of Sukuna’s back.

Sukuna considers resisting, but it’s definitely something he wants to do. He doesn’t take his
hand out of his mouth before laying back down. Ryoumen’s hand stays on the small of his
back, but Ryoumen takes out his phone with the other hand, sending a quick message.

Even now, he’s too busy with work to care about his family. Sukuna sobs around his fingers,
drooling and upset. It isn’t fair. Sukuna hates him.

Ryoumen pets his hair, and Sukuna doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

The door to his room opens.

“Ryou,” Yuuji says, and Sukuna keens.

“Ryoumen!” Yuuji sounds scandalised, and she rushes over to Sukuna’s bed, sitting by his
head, petting over his hair.

Sukuna can’t lift his head, sobbing harder around his fingers at the shame he feels. He’s still
achy, his stomach twisted in tight knots at the feeling of his mom’s panties.

Ryoumen groans, and Sukuna can just picture the way he’s rolling his eyes. “Cold feet?” He
asks. “You were fine with this twenty minutes ago.”

“I didn’t –” Yuuji stutters out, and then her hand is petting over the nape of Sukuna’s neck,
down his back. “You’re hurting him, stop,” she says. She sounds unsure, quiet.

His mother will take care of him.

Sukuna groans, meekly, and wiggles his hips.

It feels good.

His mother’s hand stills between his shoulders.

His father’s hand comes to rest on Sukuna’s throbbing bottom, his thumb sweeping over
Sukuna’s tailbone.

Sukuna can’t help it. He humps against his father’s thigh, unable to stop crying and needing
to release in his mother’s panties. His mother gasps softly, and Sukuna shudders, sucking on
his own fingers, as he cums again.

He dangles obediently when his father lifts him up, taking the sodden panties back. He hands
them to his mother, and pulls Sukuna’s pants back up before seating him on his lap.
Ryoumen’s erection presses against Sukuna’s throbbing bottom, and he squirms. Ryoumen
sighs, wrapping his arms around Sukuna’s middle and resting his cheek on Sukuna’s head,
watching Yuuji. “No, I’m not. He’s fine. Right, boy?” Ryoumen presses a kiss into Sukuna’s
hair.

Sukuna sucks his fingers harder, and nods, pressing back into Ryoumen’s stomach.

Yuuji looks at the two of them, her face flushed and uncertain. She’s holding her panties in
one hand, her other hand hovering before petting Sukuna’s hair behind his ear. He closes his
eyes, and feels like he’s floating.

“Go on, babe. Like we talked about.” Ryoumen says.

Yuuji makes a soft sound, and pulls her hand away from Sukuna. He blinks his eyes open
owlishly, bone tired and confused.

Ryoumen strokes his thumb along Sukuna’s chest, and kisses his head again.

Yuuji’s face is scarlet red, and she steps back into her panties, pulling them up under her skirt.
She straightens her clothes, and Sukuna’s body burns.

His mess is touching her. It’s in her panties. that she’s wearing, on her body. Sukuna whines,
stretching his legs and tucking them back up to brace his heels on his father’s lap. “You were
just lonely, right, boy? Want to spend more time with us?” Ryoumen nuzzles his nose into
Sukuna’s hair.

Sukuna nods again, staring at the juncture of his mother’s thighs.

“Ryou, he’s sucking on his fingers,” Yuuji straightens her skirt, smoothing it as she sits again,
her breathing hitching as she settles. “Baby, can you take your fingers out of your mouth?”

She cups Sukuna’s cheek, wiping a few of his tears away. Mesmerised by her, dazed and
overcome, Sukuna nods, pulling his hand out of his mouth, sagging into his father’s chest.

Ryoumen groans, and hugs him tighter. He turns to face Yuuji, his face still resting on
Sukuna’s head. “Still wanna try what we talked about, or is that enough?” He asks.

Yuuji’s eyelashes flutter, and she shudders. When she opens her eyes, she looks at Sukuna.
“Are you feeling okay, baby?” She rubs her thumb on the apple of his cheek.

Sukuna nods mutely, smitten with her. If she’s there, he’s fine. He doesn’t entirely understand
what’s happening, or why he feels the way he does, but she’s there and he’s happy.

Ryoumen’s on thin ice, but it’s the most time Sukuna’s spent with him in a while. Thinking
too hard about that is going to make Sukuna more lenient with him, however, so he won’t.

“I,” Yuuji falters, and looks at Ryoumen, swallowing thickly. Sukuna doesn’t know what his
father does, but Yuuji nods, and takes a deep breath. “I really like it when you make a mess in
my p-clothes.”
She stutters over the word, and Ryoumen huffs a laugh into Sukuna’s hair.

“It makes mommy happy,” Yuuji continues.

Sukuna’s practically delirious, enveloped in his father’s arms, listening to his mother say she
wants him. “But you’re not big enough yet to be with mommy.” Yuuji finishes.

Sukuna shakes his head no, “I can! I promise, I’ll do really well, I promise I’ll -”

“Shh,” Ryoumen shushes him, squeezing him.

Sukuna wheezes, and settles, pouting.

“But we know how you feel,” Yuuji says, and her other hand comes to rest on Ryoumen’s
thigh, stroking him. She meets his eye over Sukuna’s head.

“Do you want to stay in bed with mommy and daddy when we have sex?” Yuuji asks.

Sukuna nods his head so hard he bites his tongue, headbutting Ryoumen in the throat, and
barely even hearing his father’s groan.

Yuuji smiles, perfect face pink, and relieved. “Okay, that’s good, baby. Do you feel okay
now? Are you tired? I - “ She looks at Ryoumen again, shame and want in her expression. “I
really want to have sex with your dad right now.”

Sukuna’s stomach twists. “I can stay?” He asks, squirming in his father’s lap.

Ryoumen sighs, cuddling him harder. “Yeah, c’mon.”

Ryoumen pulls his legs onto Sukuna’s bed, moving to tuck Sukuna against his chest with one
arm as he moves to lie flat on his back, pulling in Sukuna’s pillows to prop himself up. “Help
your mom and I get ready, won’t you, brat?” As he moves, he pulls Sukuna’s pants off of him
completely, setting Sukuna’s clothes aside.

Ryoumen lets go of Sukuna, letting him sit up on his father’s stomach, watching, hypnotised
as his mother pulls her shirt off over her head, stepping out of her skirt, until she is only in
the panties Sukuna dirtied.

Her breasts are large, and heavy, and when she leans down to take Sukuna’s hands in her
own, they’re very close to his face.

He tips forward to press his face into them, as she guides his hands to his father’s pants,
helping Sukuna unbutton Ryoumen’s slacks, and pull down the fly. Sukuna nuzzles the soft
skin of her chest, unwilling, or unable, to move away.

His mother wraps their hands around his father’s erection and guides him out of his clothing,
cooing softly at Sukuna as she strokes their hands up and down the length of him.

Ryoumen groans, one hand wrapping around Sukuna’s waist, and the other reaching out for
Yuuji’s breast, pushing the heft of it more firmly into Sukuna’s cheek.
Sukuna throbs, dripping onto his father’s dress shirt, making another mess. “M’sorry,” he
mumbles into his mother’s chest.

Yuuji freezes, pulling back to hold his face in both of hers. Sukuna keeps his hands on his
father as if magnetised. He has to use both to wrap all the way around him.

Sukuna's so small in comparison. He looks down, and whines. “I’m making a mess.” He
whispers, staring at the way he’s sore and dripping.

His little cock is such an angry red above the white of his father’s shirt.

Yuuji tilts his face back up, and kisses his nose. “That’s okay, baby,” her breathing is quick,
her eyes hazy. “Can you hold your daddy for me?”

Sukuna, confused, nods.

He doesn’t know what’s happening, not really.

Yuuji moves to straddle Ryoumen’s hips, and Sukuna pants, open mouthed. She’s so close, to
him, wearing only the panties he filled with his cum. She pulls them aside, and there’s white
between her legs, on the pink hair there.

She lowers herself to his father’s erection, and sinks on to him, both of them moaning as she
spreads to accommodate him. Sukuna has to tighten his grip on his father to keep him still,
making sure it goes in.

Ryoumen’s grip on Sukuna’s side hurts, and his other hand claps onto Yuuji’s thigh. “Babe,”
he sounds like he’s warning her, but Sukuna doesn’t know what for.

He can’t look away from how a bead of white oozes along Ryoumen as Yuuji slides down.
The softness of her touches Sukuna’s hands.

He whines, shaking as he cums, his dick only spitting out a couple droplets of cum, painfully
overstimulated.

Sukuna doesn’t dare move his hands away, can’t tear his eyes away as his mother rides his
father, her pussy pressing flush and wet to Sukuna’s hands each time she sinks down.
Ryoumen’s thumb slides down into the back of Sukuna’s clothes, rubbing his thumb between
Sukuna’s legs, over his hole, and down to press in behind his balls.

Sukuna squirms, trying to lift away from his father, grabbing tighter with his hands, unsure of
how to react to all the stimulation.

Yuuji catches him, hugging him tight to her chest, rubbing her cheek on his head, moaning
brokenly into his hair.

Tears spring back into Sukuna’s eyes, and he rocks back into his father’s thumb, toes curling
and mind hazy. “Daddy, Mommy,” Sukuna whines, unsure of what he wants, falling back on
names he hasn’t called them in years.
Yuuji’s hips stutter and she cries out, sinking deep on his father and staying there, as
Ryoumen groans, his thumb digging in hard between Sukuna’s legs, into his perineum.
Sukuna gets the funny feeling in his stomach, like he’s going to pee, but nothing comes out,
his body just hot and tense but good.

Gooey white liquid drips onto Sukuna’s knuckles from inside his mother.

It’s way more than Sukuna makes.

His eyes start to droop closed, listing to one side, heavier in his father’s grip.

“Sukuna,” Ryoumen says.

Sukuna nods, turning his face to accept the kisses his mother presses to his cheek, her
breathing hot and uneven on his skin. He’s already dozing off, a warm and fuzzy feeling
suffusing him from his head to his toes.

“Just tell your mom or I when you want to come play with us, alright? Stop making more
laundry for your mother.” Ryoumen moves all three of them, helping Yuuji off of Sukuna’s
bed, and lifting Sukuna up in his arms.

Sukuna’s head lolls onto his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around his father’s neck,
sticking his fingers back in his mouth.

Yuuji gently takes them back out. “We’re going to clean you up, okay, baby?” She asks.

Sukuna nods, falling asleep in Ryoumen’s arms.

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