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yuuji is uncertain of what she should feel with her uncle’s newfound gaze upon her — with his scarlet eyes trailing over her school uniform clad body with an interest that he has never displayed before yuuji in the years she has known the brother of her father.
in fact, yuuji believes that this is the most attention that uncle sukuna has given to her in the years since she had even been born. he had never made any disguise for his torment of her father, his brother jin, and though he had never directed any open hostility in yuuji’s direction, he had made no effort in his recognition of her.
he only ever had eyes for her mother — the beautiful kamo heiress kaori, and it was even more obvious that she had returned his attentions with her own. to the both of them, it had seemed that jin and yuuji both were but insignificant little matters that were thorns in their sides.
yuuji easily heard the servants of both the kamo clan and the itadori clan whispering of what conspired between sukuna and his beautiful sister-in-law — an affair that had gone unspoken of and yet each and every person, including her own father jin, possessed recognition of.
and yuuji, much as her father had, came to the acceptance of their affair as any other aspect of her life — it was not as if yuuji possessed any influence or power to put an end to the affair that very well could have begun even before her birth.
and so long as kaori left her alone and did not harass her with her incessant criticism that was cruel in nature and her outright admissions that she held a deep seated dislike for her only child, yuuji would feign ignorance of an affair that she believed would seemingly continue endlessly into the years of the future.
until now.
yuuji is amidst her third year of high school when her uncle sukuna’s attention is slowly drawn to her and away from her mother. even if kaori maintains the beauty of her youth with her silken hair as dark as ink, her pallid skin free from any flaw or wrinkles, and her pale eyes maintaining the same sharpened cunningness as she had in the years before.
yuuji had always felt herself to be an ugly duckling in comparison to kaori (it certainly did not help that kaori openly confirmed her suspicions with her boasting words), with the wild tangle of her blossom pink curls, her olive dark skin tickled with freckles and the scarring of many a sporting incidents.
she had also inherited the warm brown hued eyes of the itadori clan, and kaori has always king lamented that she had not birthed a dark haired, pale beauty that was the very reflection of her, and how she had been stuck with yuuji for a daughter.
and so that is all the more reason for yuuji’s confusion when her uncle has a sudden interest in her, when he has never expressed such interest in jin and kaori’s ugly duckling of a daughter. and yuuji has a feeling that sinks her heart at the thought of his interest being one that is far less platonic than what an uncle should be feeling for his niece.
“it is such a shame that you must disguise that beautiful body of yours, my sweet niece.”
yuuji has always known the rich, deep timbre of her uncle’s voice but now that it is directed to her, she cannot help but feel a shiver roll downwards her back. especially with the way he addresses her — a strangely melodious way in which he calls her his sweet niece.
is it. . . pleasure that she feels? pleasure for her own uncle?
the uncle that had never thought to look over her twice? she feels her cheeks become warm with a blush, her lithe fingers beginning to play with the edge of her pleated school skirt brushing softly upon her mid-thighs and teeth sinking into her lip gloss painted lips as a display of her bashfulness.
there is a glint of amusement that even further darkens his eyes, and yuuji feels the hair on her arm prick up at the electrifying tension of danger within the air — a tempting taste of the forbidden that yuuji had never dared dream of.
and sukuna merely seems most pleased with yuuji’s reactions as he slowly takes a few steps closer as to close the distance between them and doing very little in hiding the desire that plays upon his features — an emotion that yuuji has seen played out time and time again when he had been in the presence of her mother.
and now he wears it before her — it is intended for her.
his gaze is then drawn upwards from the teasing line of her skirt before landing upon her chest, which has most recently begun to strain at the constricting material of her uniform’s shirt and jacket, and having prompted yuuji into thinking about ordering a larger size for herself.
sukuna’s attention is particularly fascinated by this aspect of her body — his tongue darting from his mouth and licking lustfully at his bottom lip.
yuuji would have been frozen by any attention that her uncle would have lavished upon her — but this brand of attention, this. . . lust for her that she has merely seen given to her mother, it is altogether a feeling completely foreign in nature to her — one that has left her frozen within her state of bashfulness.
though she will make no show of pretending to dislike his attention — after all, she does like it. she loves it.
even if it is new to her. even if it is forbidden.
especially if it is forbidden.
“kaori has always been jealous of your beauty, my sweet niece.”
sukuna murmurs in a tone that has been lowered with desire, now close enough to her that the hotness of his breath is flush against her neck, the wide breadth of his chest teasing against the softness of her own, her eyes quick to depart away from his gaze when she feels her nipples hardening in desire.
sukuna merely chuckles against her skin following her all very innocuous responses, his hands now just ghosting over the soft curves of her thighs, and yuuji cannot suppress the pleasured breaths departing from her lips nor the trembling that she feels playing a rhythm against her thighs — all merely because her uncle is less than a singular inch away from her and she wants him. and he wants her.
“it is not really a surprise that she is.”
he continues his murmuring upon the silken warmth of yuuji’s neck, his hands now clasping possessively upon the sweetly curved shape of her ass beneath the pleated skirt and anchoring the girl against him. a quieted squeal leaves her lips when she feels his hands give her ass a teasing squeeze before she is pulled up against his muscular, steel hard body.
“you’re the most beautiful girl i have set my eyes upon, after all.”
his words are the most intimate of whispers within her ear before his teeth come to nibble against the tenderness of her flesh — and she tastes of such a delicious sweetness that it will be no problem for sukuna to be driven into addiction for her.
yuuji has given sukuna no resistance — her pretty body all willingness and needy for her uncle, her pretty, long lashed eyes half closed with the desire that sukuna has driven into her.
a smirk is bared upon his lips before he gives a swift kiss upon her neck and pulling her forward even further, ensuring that she is able to feel his pulsating, ever hardening length between her soft thighs, as to display to her how she has made him feel — of just how desired that she is. kaori had never made him feel this way. never.
“good, good, my little niece.”
he continues his whispered praises within her ears, and his fingers trail upwards to curl about her hips and ensures that she is all very much aware of the clothes cock between her legs — and she is the very reason for this.
“you have no idea how long i have waited for this. . . for you, my pretty, little niece.”