Hentai Heroine Sukuna Wednesday #4
I likely won't be doing full-on WIP Wednesdays for a whileâuntil I finish the Arranged Marriage AU, specifically. But I do wanna keep posting teasers as usual, so here's a mini WIP Wed (~300 words) for my current sukuita WIP (which is officially no longer a WIP since I finished it yesterday).
Belly bulge handily won that poll I held to decide what I should post, though dehumanization did put up a good fight! Sounding also had some dedicated fans, but alas, it fell behind. Tentacle anal never had a chance, which says something about the options as a whole, I think.
As promised, the belly bulge â¨
Yuujiâs attention is violently wrenched back to the warm skin under his palm as it bulges outward around a distinct cylindrical shape.
He startles violently, yelping something wordless.
Itadoriâs hand splays more firmly on top of Yuujiâs. Itâs a little bigger than his and is also the one with all five fingers, so it covers his easily and then shoves down, pushing roughly against the tentacle pushing up against Sukuna from the inside. It retreats, both Sukunaâs flesh and the obscene intrusion underneath yielding and yielding, and Sukuna flinches like a hit dog.
Yuujiâs cock feels like itâs imploding, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to fuck the air like heâs also no better than a dog.
Maybe he isnât; maybe Sukuna is right about that.
âFeels nice, doesnât it?â Itadori asks, and Yuuji has no idea if heâs talking to him or Sukuna.
No answer would be forthcoming from Sukuna anyway. Yuuji can feel his glare bearing down on him, as blistering as the midday sun, but itâs got nothing on the filthier heat writhing under his own skin. Thereâs another growl too, mixed with what might be words or curses mangled by the blood bullying Sukunaâs mouths, but just as the sound starts, the tentacle lodged inside him lashes against his belly and Itadori pushes against it with both of their hands, and that deep-chested growl rises into a thin, muffled howl.
âYeah,â Itadori says, his voice dripping both genuine pleasure and smug satisfaction, âyou like it.â
Yuuji has this wild urge to counter that, except the proof is rising in front of his eyesâboth of Sukunaâs spent cocks filling back up with blood, at a speed thatâd be comical if the entire situation werenât what it is.
âHow the hell are you getting off on this?â Yuuji asks, sincerely confused. âThereâs no way that feels good.â
âPeople have different tastes, you know,â Itadori answers even though Yuuji was emphatically not asking him.











