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From the perspective of a high schooler, college parties were far more overwhelming than Megumi could have ever anticipated. Granted, as a grade-A introvert and having only recently turned eighteen, his experience of parties was limited to the cheesy Netflix shows that he would never be caught dead watching. But as he waded his way through a horde of intoxicated college students, he found that his expectations had been surpassed immensely.
Megumi currently found himself in the living room of his best friend, Yuuji’s, house, where his older brother was throwing a party, courtesy of the brothers’ grandfather being out of town. Him and Yuuji were hanging out—Megumi reading while Yuuji was engrossed in the newest installment of Human Earthworm. He’d wanted a glass of water, but he found himself regretting the decision to come downstairs as he narrowly avoided bumping into a couple that was furiously making out, his nose wrinkling as an instinctive reaction to the acrid smell of alcohol that hit him as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.
Despite the fact that the kitchen seemed to be where all of the alcohol was stocked, it was empty in contrast to the living room, something that Megumi was immensely grateful for. Reveling in the brief moment of calm, he made his way over to the large fridge and opened up the door. It didn’t take long to find a refrigerated bottle of water, and he pulled it out before closing the fridge.
As he was about to turn and leave, Megumi halted in his path at the sight of a familiar figure blocking his way, belonging to Yuuji’s brother, Sukuna. The pink-haired male wore an amused expression, a lazy smirk set on his lips as he regarded Megumi with raised brows. “Decided to join in on the festivities?”
Megumi was surprised, to say the least, that Sukuna was even looking at him right now, let alone speaking to him. The older male had never really paid him any attention before whenever he was over at their house to visit Yuuji. A couple of times, Megumi could’ve almost sworn that he’d felt the other male’s gaze burning through him, but he’d simply chalked it down to his imagination. Now, though, with the way that Sukuna was looking at him, he wasn’t so sure.
There was no denying the fact that Sukuna was the picture-perfect vision of sin, with his heavily inked arms, impressive build, heated gaze. There was also no denying that Megumi found him attractive—lest Yuuji ever find out—but it wasn’t as if he’d ever had a chance to act on the thought. Now, beneath Sukuna’s full attention, Megumi found himself inexplicably nervous.
“I just came down to get a glass of water.” Megumi responded after a moment’s pause, absently rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes flickered down to the bottle that he was holding onto, unable to maintain eye contact with the taller male without feeling like he was out of his depth.
“How about you try a sip of this instead?” Megumi’s gaze shot back up to Sukuna and the red solo cup that he was holding out in front of him, filled halfway to the brim with an amber liquid of some sort. Whiskey, if Megumi had to hazard a guess, judging by the bottles that he’d seen before in his father’s cabinets.
Megumi knew that he shouldn’t; there was a voice of warning that sounded alarms in the back of his mind, insistent that he avoid anything that Sukuna had to offer him. Unfortunately, there was an equally pressing voice that simply couldn’t resist the dangerous attention being given to him from those fiery eyes.
Megumi reached out to take the cup, inexplicably pleased to see the expression of surprise that flickered over Sukuna’s features, quickly replaced with the mask of smugness that he’d been wearing earlier, as if he was careful not to let his true emotions show. As Megumi brought the cup to his lips, rather than taking the tiny sip that he was certain Sukuna was expecting him to take, he swallowed a considerable amount of the drink—a mouthful that was definitely too large considering his unfamiliarity with alcohol.
The drink burned on its way down, searing his throat and prompting an instinctive reaction to cough it back up, but Megumi held his own, not stopping until he’d finished the cup. He did his best not to let his distaste reflect on his features as he swallowed the last mouthful, placing the cup back into Sukuna’s hands once he’d finished. The older male looked undoubtedly impressed, cocky smirk still sitting on his lips, and Megumi felt something akin to pride burn within his chest at the fact that he’d been the one to put that expression on Sukuna’s face.
“I think I’ll be heading back to Itadori now,” Megumi said stiffly, but just as he was turning to leave, he was promptly stopped by a hand on his forearm. Megumi’s eyes trailed from where there were large hands on top of his skin, up to an inked arm, his gaze finally settling on Sukuna’s face. His gaze was burning into Megumi’s, and he felt his stomach flip, for reasons that had nothing to do with the alcohol that he’d consumed.
“Not after how fast you drank all of that. You’re going to start feeling it any second now, and I hardly think that the brat would appreciate you returning back to him drunk.”
Megumi wanted to protest, but there were a lot of factors working against him; he’d hardly had anything to eat, it was his very first time trying alcohol, and he’d finished that whole cup in a negligible time period. There was no denying the fact that the alcohol was going to affect him, whether that was sooner or later, but still, Megumi didn’t want Sukuna to be the one to have to deal with the aftermath. He was already embarrassed, a flush undoubtedly beginning to crawl its way up his pale skin, and he didn’t want to stick around any longer to find out what would happen next.
“I know what I’m doing. I don’t need your help.” Megumi responded stubbornly, pushing Sukuna’s hand off his arm as he glared up at the taller male, a sudden surge of confidence allowing him to speak his mind. In that moment, he hated the way that Sukuna made him feel so small, as if he was incapable of making his own decisions. Megumi was used to being belittled, but he certainly wasn’t going to be on the receiving end of that from Sukuna.
His smirk remaining, Sukuna lifted his hands up in a show of defense, inadvertently telling Megumi that he was free to go if he pleased. Megumi let out a small huff before turning around, but this time, a wave of sudden lightheadedness hit him, causing him to stumble when he stepped forward. Megumi was almost certain that he was about to hit the ground, but there was a quick arm wrapping around his waist and a dark chuckle at his ear, and he felt his legs begin to quiver as they threatened to give out.
“You still don’t want my help, sweetheart?” Megumi barely had a moment to fixate on the sweetheart that was leaving Sukuna’s lips, honey practically dripping off of the murmured word, occupied instead with how big Sukuna felt behind him, his entire body dwarfing Megumi’s own. He only had one of his hands on top of Megumi’s waist and yet, Megumi felt like it was covering more than half of it—like if he put both of his hands on Megumi’s middle, he’d get them all the way around his smaller frame. The thought had molten heat beginning to pool in his stomach, spreading its way downwards, and a bitten off whine escaped Megumi’s throat.
“Sukuna,” Megumi mumbled, unable to help himself from pressing back against the taller male’s body, any ounce of shame that he would’ve felt from the action seeming to dissipate as his desperation took over. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking for him; or maybe it was Sukuna’s warm breath on the back of his throat, the vicelike grip that Sukuna still had around his body, the masculine scent that was wafting towards him because of how close Sukuna was standing. Megumi wanted him, had wanted him for a while now, and there was no pretending otherwise with the way that Sukuna was holding onto him.
Megumi felt panic overtake him for a moment as Sukuna was suddenly manhandling him backwards, the older male’s back pressed against the kitchen counter while Megumi remained flush against him, his back pressed along Sukuna’s chest. Like this, he was facing the kitchen doorway, and although the door was closed, there was nothing stopping anyone from opening it and walking in on them. The thought had shame burning deep in his chest, but not enough to stop or push Sukuna away; even if he did, he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to dislodge the other male’s grip, anyway.
Sukuna had set the cup down on the kitchen counter, one of his hands remaining on Megumi’s waist while the other trailed upwards, beginning at his throat. His fingers ghosted over the skin there before they proceeded downwards, and before Megumi knew it, Sukuna’s hand was cupping his chest, groping him in a way that one could only describe as indecent. Megumi’s lips fell open on a silent moan, his thighs squeezing together as Sukuna kneaded and prodded at the flesh, touching him over his baggy shirt and still managing to make Megumi see stars.
The hand that was at Megumi’s waist began to descend downwards as well, and Megumi’s eyes widened in panic, his hand wrapping around Sukuna’s wrist as he attempted to halt the other male in his path.
“Wait, wait,” Megumi managed to gasp out; there was something that he hadn’t told Sukuna yet, information that seemed pretty crucial if they were going to proceed any further. Megumi was simply met with another dark chuckle from behind him, his knees buckling at the feeling of a warm tongue swiping out to lick the back of his neck, the sensation only causing Megumi’s thighs to tighten together further.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. The brat’s told me before,” And that was all the warning that Megumi was given before Sukuna’s hand found its way between his thighs, his large hand engulfing Megumi’s pussy completely as he cupped his hand over his mound. Megumi felt himself flush at the heat that he knew Sukuna could practically feel emanating off of him, and he whined loudly as Sukuna pressed upwards firmly. Megumi was wearing boxers and a loose pair of sweats on top, but that didn’t stop Sukuna from seeking his clit out over his clothes, his touch purposeful as he forcefully rubbed over the nub with his pointer and middle finger, in a way that was so rough that it was almost painful.
Or, more accurately, it should have been painful, but Megumi was so overwhelmed in that moment that pain was the last thing that was on his mind. With Sukuna standing behind him like this, one of his hands still groping Megumi’s chest while his other hand played with his pussy over his clothes, in full view of anyone that wished to see them. The whole situation was so dirty, so shameful, and yet Megumi had never been so turned on in his life, a molten whine leaving his lips as his legs tightened around Sukuna’s hand, effectively trapping him in between his thighs as he urged Sukuna to touch him more.
He'd never felt this needy before, so laid out and vulnerable in front of another person; in front of his best friend’s older brother. Taboo was an understatement for the situation that he had found himself in, and the sound of a loud chortle from only a couple of feet away reminded him of how accessible the kitchen was, the fact that anybody could walk in at that very moment and see him getting felt up by Sukuna. His face felt incredibly warm, and Megumi knew that he was probably blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears by this point.
There was nothing that he wanted to do more than hide, and yet, Megumi somehow found the strength to turn himself around in Sukuna’s grip, effectively halting the other male’s ministrations and bringing the two face-to-face. Megumi could hardly stand to meet Sukuna’s intense gaze, his eyelashes sweeping downwards as he averted his gaze to the ground, a thousand unspoken words on his tongue as his thoughts ran a mile a minute. Underneath it all, though, there was one sentiment that played on an endless loop. “Can you kiss me, please?”
Megumi didn’t get to see the expression that crossed the other’s features before his lips were being captured in a kiss, one that was all too gentle considering the way that Sukuna had been touching him moments prior. Sukuna’s lips were warm and soft, and felt just right against Megumi’s own, as if they belonged together. His hands clasped together behind Sukuna’s neck as Sukuna took control of the kiss, Megumi unable to do much more than keep his mouth pliant. It wasn’t long before Sukuna dipped his tongue inside Megumi’s mouth, a choked-off whine getting caught in his throat as Sukuna licked over his molars.
Megumi had never been kissed quite like this before, and it was all he could do to entwine his tongue with Sukuna’s, his thighs falling open as the other male’s hand found its way between his legs yet again. He could barely kiss Sukuna back as another whimper left his lips, feeling incredibly desperate for more as Sukuna kissed him more forcefully, his plush bottom lip caught in between Sukuna’s sharp teeth.
Megumi’s experience of being kissed was limited to clumsy, handsy teenagers that didn’t have the first clue how he wanted to be treated. How he wanted to be taken control of without a second thought given to his own comfort—in that moment, his head was tilted so far upwards that it was almost painful, his clothes felt two sizes too small, and his heart felt like it was about to beat right out of its chest, but despite all this, all he could focus on was the feeling of Sukuna’s tongue inside his mouth and his hand between his legs.
Sukuna bit down on his plush lower lip and Megumi whined, far too loudly considering the circumstances, his thighs squeezing together as Sukuna rubbed his fingers over his pussy just right. He wanted more, but he had no idea how to communicate that to Sukuna as he kissed him back sloppily, the kiss consisting of more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Luckily, Sukuna seemed to know just what he needed as he pulled away for a brief moment, only to murmur spread your legs against Megumi’s mouth, before he was capturing his lips heatedly yet again. Megumi did as told, the fact that they were still standing in a kitchen at a house party dissipating from his mind completely. At that point, he couldn’t care less who walked into them, couldn’t care less that Sukuna’s fingers were now slipping beneath his sweats and into his boxers.
At the first brush of Sukuna’s hand against his bare pussy, Megumi’s breath caught, breaking the kiss to bury his head in Sukuna’s chest. He was beyond embarrassed, knowing that Sukuna could now feel for himself just how wet he had gotten from making out with him. He was practically dripping, and the knowledge had Sukuna chuckling lowly into his ear, making Megumi feel as if he was being chastised for something. Which was ironic, considering the very cause of his arousal was the one teasing him for it. There was a layer of embarrassment beneath the whole interaction; what Megumi was most embarrassed by was the fact that he’d exposed himself so easily to Sukuna, moreover in an entirely public setting. Megumi had no idea how no one had managed to come in yet, but if he was being honest with himself, the mere thought of someone else coming in and seeing them like this only had his arousal heightening.
“Spread your legs for me, princess, come on now.”
Megumi was unable to do much more than whine in response, shame washing over him as he did his best to widen his stance in the small space that they had, allowing Sukuna to have his way with him as he pleased. Sukuna had begun to rub small circles over his clit with his thumb, expertly as if he’d done it a hundred times before—he probably had done this before with other girls, Megumi recalled hearing from Yuuji more than once that his older brother was nothing but a manwhore—while his pointer and middle finger probed at Megumi’s entrance. Megumi knew firsthand just how tight he was, but one wouldn’t assume so with the little resistance that Sukuna’s fingers were met with as he breached his entrance.
Megumi felt his legs begin to shake as Sukuna grew rougher, his fingers bullying their way in as his thumb continued to rub circles against his clit, so single-mindedly that the feeling began to border on pain again, pinpricks of overstimulation working their way up his spine. Meanwhile, Sukuna had began to mouth at Megumi’s neck, his breath warm as he sucked a large mark into his skin. With his other hand, Sukuna continued to grope at the barely-there flesh on his chest, the contrasting sensations making Megumi’s mind go fuzzy with pleasure.
Megumi couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think under the weight of Sukuna’s ministrations. Sukuna had begun to curl his fingers deep within Megumi’s core and it felt better than anything he’d ever felt before. There was an ache that accompanied the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers inside him, caused by the girth of Sukuna’s fingers, a stark contrast to Megumi’s slender ones. Even two felt like a sizeable stretch, regardless of how wet he was.
“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Megumi,” The words drew a whine from the back of Megumi’s throat, but he couldn’t even protest as Sukuna sped up the pace of his fingers, rubbing against his clit so fast that they were practically a blur. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. How many boys have you spread your legs for, hm?”
“Only you,” Megumi managed to gasp out in between labored breaths, his legs continuing to shake on their own accord, the sensation so overwhelming that his thighs began to squeeze together on instinct again. “Nobody’s ever touched me like this before.”
Sukuna scoffed into his ear, his disbelief evident with the next words that he spoke. “Doesn’t explain why you’re so fucking easy for it, Megumi.” He couldn’t even bring himself to refute the words or protest, his stomach tightening in a coil that felt familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. He wasn’t used to someone touching him like this—especially because it was Sukuna. Sukuna, someone that had barely spared a second glance towards Megumi in the past and was now on the verge of making him come.
Sukuna’s hand drifted from Megumi’s chest to his neck instead, his fingers wrapping loosely around his throat and causing Megumi’s breath to catch immediately. He wanted it bad, more than anything else he’d ever wanted before, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Sukuna to choke him. Sukuna seemed to know exactly what he needed, though, his fingers tightening around his neck. Megumi’s gasp was lost in his throat as Sukuna’s grip only tightened, effectively stealing Megumi’s breath and causing a dizzying wave of arousal to wash over him.
Megumi’s eyes began to water as Sukuna didn’t let up on his grip, the dueling sensations of Sukuna choking him and his fingers thrusting inside of him pushing Megumi to his limit as he began to gasp for breath. Sukuna relinquished his grip on his throat at the same time that he forced a third finger inside of him and that was all it took to push Megumi over the edge, pressing the lower half of his body against Sukuna as he came, his mouth falling open in a broken moan.
Megumi had to push Sukuna’s hand away from his pussy as his legs trembled, the sensitivity beginning to border on pain after Sukuna didn’t slow the movements of his fingers. Megumi continued to shake as his orgasm ran its course, his fingers grasped tightly around Sukuna’s wrist as his pussy clenched around nothing, making him feel empty in a way that he’d never felt before this.
Without another thought, Megumi pressed upwards on his tiptoes to meld their lips together into a messy kiss. He was certain that the kiss had to be horribly sloppy, his thoughts running rampant in his mind as he clumsily licked into Sukuna’s mouth. Sukuna didn’t seem to mind, however, his hands finding Megumi’s tiny waist as he held him in place, kissing him back with a kind of ferocity that turned all of his thoughts to mush.
Sukuna pulled away from the kiss, their lips only inches apart as he surveyed Megumi. Megumi met Sukuna’s gaze through his eyelashes, his vision frayed at the edges with arousal, his entire body still on edge despite him having already reached his peak. “Open your mouth, baby.”
Megumi didn’t even think to question the other male’s words as his lips parted on command, staring up at Sukuna. He was so turned on that all of his thoughts were fragmented, a sudden shock of arousal striking him as Sukuna spit into his mouth, in a manner that was so casual that one would be forgiven for thinking he’d done this to Megumi several times before. It certainly shouldn’t have turned Megumi on as much as it did, but he found himself swallowing the other male’s spit without complaint, his pussy clenching around nothing as he was reminded yet again of just how empty he was.
Sukuna raised his hand to Megumi’s face, thumbing at his lip to presumably clean up the traces of saliva that had managed to drip out, and as if on instinct, Megumi’s lips parted to suck Sukuna’s thumb into his mouth. Sukuna chuckled lowly at the sight, adding his pointer and middle finger to the mix as Megumi tasted himself, so far gone that all he could do was lap at Sukuna’s fingers and whine at the taste of his own pussy. “So fucking gone for it, Megumi. Braindead little slut. Look at me, sweetheart.”
If anyone else had the nerve to say something like that to him, it was unlikely that Megumi would have let them go without an injury or two; when it was Sukuna, however, the only thing that Megumi really felt was white-hot arousal. In fact, at that moment, Megumi almost did feel braindead, not a single thought running through his mind aside from wanting Sukuna’s cock inside of him. Megumi reminded himself that there was a command tacked onto the end of the demeaning statement and he looked up at Sukuna from beneath his eyelashes as he sucked his fingers further into his mouth, taking them so deep that he had to fight the urge to choke.
“There you go, Megumi,” Sukuna said lowly, pushing his fingers deeper inside the wet heat of Megumi’s mouth. “That’s my good little boy.”
The words had Megumi moaning around Sukuna’s fingers, his eyelashes wet with tears as he blinked up at the taller male, saliva beginning to drip out of his mouth. He was a mess, completely gone for it, and yet there was nothing more that he wanted than to be taken upstairs and made into an even bigger mess.
“Please,” Megumi garbled around Sukuna’s fingers, barely audible due to the way that the other male was stretching his mouth out.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg, my blessing.” The words had Megumi gasping around Sukuna’s fingers—the name that his father had adorned him with being used in such a filthy context. It should have made Megumi feel guilty, but it had the opposite effect. It had Megumi moaning shallowly, his hips pushing forward on their own to grind against Sukuna’s thigh, pussy clenching around nothing. He’d never wanted something inside of him so bad and he hadn’t even seen it yet.
As if reading his thoughts, Sukuna’s free hand circled around Megumi’s wrist to press it down to his own arousal, and Megumi was unable to hold back the whine that escaped him at finally being able to touch. He squeezed his fingers around Sukuna’s length, which felt huge even in the confines of the black slacks that he was wearing. Embarrassingly enough, saliva pooled up around Sukuna’s fingers and dripped its way down his face; although he knew it was his body’s instinctive reaction to the digits invading his mouth, he couldn’t help but note how much it looked like he was drooling for it. And judging by the expression that crossed Sukuna’s features, he was thinking the exact same thing.
“Fuck,” Sukuna breathed out, sounding the most affected that he had since the moment that he’d first laid hands on Megumi. Megumi could only imagine how much of a mess he was, eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed. Megumi blinked up at Sukuna, laving his tongue over Sukuna’s fingers one last time before shifting away to press a gentle kiss to his fingertips.
He couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or just Sukuna making him feel this way, powerless to his own desires and wanting nothing more in that moment than to be used. “Take me upstairs, Sukuna.”
Anyone that knew Megumi well enough knew that begging was completely out of character for him. Rarely would anyone find that Megumi, often averse to physical contact, would go so far as to beg to be touched. Sure, he’d turned over a new leaf ever since he’d met Yuuji. He’d become softer around the edges, more in touch with his emotions, less scowls and more indifference. But it was as if Sukuna had managed to bulldoze through all of the walls that he’d built around himself, had managed to reduce the teenager to a teary mess with nothing more than just his hands and words. It was the first time that Megumi had realized just how touch-starved he was, just how much he’d been craving for someone to put their hands on him and take what they needed.
“Knew you wanted this from the moment that we met, Megumi,” Sukuna said, his tone patronizing. Megumi couldn’t even assert that he was wrong; he still remembered the first time that he’d laid eyes on Yuuji’s older brother, the rush of heat that he’d tried so desperately to ignore.
Megumi had already come once that night; really, it should have been enough for him to put a stop to what was going on between them. Every single bone in his body, however, screamed otherwise. The pretense of the alcohol no longer posed a threat, seeing as its only real affect was loosening his tongue, coupled with the fact that he genuinely felt completely sober.
Luckily for him, it was never something that was his own choice. Sukuna adjusted Megumi’s clothes before intertwining their fingers together—the simple gesture had Megumi’s heart pounding in his chest—and leading them out of the kitchen. It was startling, to be out of the kitchen and back into the thick of the party, where the music was blaring, and the living room was packed with bodies. He kept himself close to Sukuna’s broad back, even though his legs felt boneless, tremors still running through him from the intense orgasm that he’d had. There were no traces of the drink that he’d consumed earlier left in his system; any feelings of dizziness left within him were caused solely by the male in front of him.
Sukuna paid no mind to the crowd that occupied the packed living room, not pausing even as one of the partygoers shouted his name out. Megumi flushed red at the thought that Sukuna was leaving this party that he’d organized and all of its attendees behind to have sex with him. Now that the thought had entered his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he was probably going to lose his virginity soon, to Sukuna. If someone had asked him an hour ago, he would have never even imagined such a thing, but now, it was all that he wanted.
An undercurrent of guilt ran through Megumi as they reached the landing upstairs, passing Yuuji’s closed door. If he was being honest, Megumi had completely forgotten about the fact that he’d left Yuuji alone, whereas Yuuji had probably been left wondering just where Megumi had disappeared off to. He could only hope that he’d gotten lost in the movie that he’d been watching and wasn’t fixated on Megumi’s absence. He didn’t have long to think about it, as Sukuna pulled him into his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind them.
Megumi didn’t get a chance to observe the new surroundings as he was promptly grabbed by the throat and shoved against the door, Sukuna’s tongue working its way in his mouth while he applied pressure to his neck. The rough treatment had Megumi’s mouth falling open as Sukuna pushed his knee in between Megumi’s legs, and he found himself unable to catch his breath in between the forceful way Sukuna was kissing him and the direct pressure on his pussy. Megumi threaded his fingers through Sukuna’s undercut, trying to pull him impossibly closer as he ground down on Sukuna’s thigh.
Sukuna pulled away from the kiss to push Megumi down to the ground, the action causing him to whine loudly. He was face to face with Sukuna’s groin now, and the realization of what was about to happen had arousal settling hot in his stomach, no longer mourning the loss of Sukuna’s lips. Megumi couldn’t recall the last time that he’d wanted something so badly, and he found drool pooling beneath his tongue again as Sukuna pulled his slacks down to expose the Calvin Klein boxers that he had on underneath.
Without thinking, Megumi leant forward to nuzzle his nose into Sukuna’s boxers, inhaling deeply and instantly feeling dizzy with the amount of single-minded desire that hit him. There was no room for him to feel embarrassment at just how desperate he was to have the other male’s dick in his mouth, filled to the brim with mind-numbing arousal. He was grounded to reality as Sukuna tipped his chin up to meet his gaze, the other male’s jaw slack and pupils blown as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was the first time Megumi felt as if Sukuna was even a fraction of an amount as affected by what they were doing as Megumi was. The power went straight to Megumi’s head, made him want to do everything that he could to make Sukuna’s thread snap and cause him to lose control.
“Please,” Megumi murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Sukuna’s covered cock, properly realizing for the first time that night just how huge he really was. Even with the way that he was tenting his boxers, Megumi knew that it was bigger than anything that he’d ever seen in porn before—granted, he didn’t watch much, but even then. The thought only made his head spin more, the realization that maybe Sukuna acted the way that he did because he knew he could have anyone on their knees for him at any given moment if they had even an inkling of an idea how big he was.
Sukuna yanked Megumi away from his dick with a firm grip on his hair before pulling his boxers down, exposing his erection. He was huge, with a sizeable length and thickness, the head flushed red and veins prominent. Sukuna tapped his cock on Megumi’s lips, cooing as he watched Megumi, spreading pre-cum on his face as if Megumi was just an object for him to play with.
There was no prelude as Sukuna pushed his cock in between Megumi’s parted lips, one of his hands guiding his length inside while his other hand held Megumi’s head steady with a firm grip on his hair. It was Megumi’s first time giving head, but he did his best to keep his teeth out of the way as he suckled on the head of Sukuna’s cock. His tongue remained flat as he pushed himself further on his cock, helped along by Sukuna’s insistent hands.
Megumi felt his jaw being stretched past its limit as Sukuna shoved him down further, his eyes welling up with tears due to the rough treatment. Megumi placed a hand on Sukuna’s thigh, patting him restlessly when it got to be too much for him. Sukuna pulled Megumi off with his grip on his hair, and Megumi began coughing, body wracked with shivers from the prolonged lack of air that he’d received. It was all-consuming, too much, and despite that, he found himself going straight back to Sukuna’s cock, swallowing him down yet again and causing the previously unshed tears to roll down his flushed face.
“Good fucking boy.” Megumi felt his flush only deepen at the praise, redoubling his efforts as he tried to force himself down further Sukuna’s cock. Sukuna cradled his head, pushing him down on his cock as a guttural moan escaped from his lips. “God, your throat’s so fucking good. Your mouth is so small, Megumi, it’s driving me insane. I wanna ruin you for anyone else.”
The words sent Megumi further down the floaty headspace that he’d been bumbling towards, his head completely devoid of thoughts as he moaned around Sukuna’s thick cock. He only got himself about three quarters of the way down before he couldn’t go any further, his tears mixing with the salty taste of Sukuna’s pre-cum and making his mouth water, saliva dripping down his face. Sukuna held Megumi’s head steady against the wall as he thrust forward, forcing his way down Megumi’s throat.
Megumi choked immediately, hitting Sukuna’s thigh to signal for him to pull away. Sukuna ignored him, holding Megumi there, his grip on his head unyielding. Panic began to overtake Megumi, light-headedness making his vision go spotty as he swallowed around Sukuna’s cock. Just as he felt like he was about to pass out for real, Sukuna pulled him off of his cock, giving him only a few moments to catch his breath before he was bullying his way back in again.
Megumi couldn’t tell how much time passed as Sukuna used his mouth ruthlessly, treating him like he was a mere toy for Sukuna’s pleasure, and only pulling him off when it seemed like Megumi was too close to choking. Sukuna continued to speak as he used Megumi, a mixture of both praise and degradation, but Megumi could barely hear him over the rush of blood in his ears. It was all he could do to squeeze his thighs together, his pussy getting wetter and wetter the longer that Sukuna fucked his mouth. He wanted Sukuna inside of him, desperately, but at the same time, he wanted to feel him filling up his mouth with his cum.
If there was even a semblance of a full thought running through his mind, perhaps Megumi would reach down and touch himself, do something to take the edge off. Unfortunately, however, Megumi now knew just how good it felt to have someone else’s hands on him, to have Sukuna’s hands on him, and it didn’t seem like anything else could compare. Megumi blinked tears away from his eyes as he looked up, locking gazes with Sukuna. He knew that he probably looked like a mess in that moment, his face soiled with snot and tears, but the way that Sukuna was looking at him made him feel like he was the only person that mattered in the world. Sukuna was a vision as well, breathing ragged as he pushed his hips forward, cursing as he kept his eyes on Megumi.
Megumi had never felt so consumed before, pushed beyond his limits in a way that he’d never been. His throat was raw and his jaw ached, and yet his boxers were soaked to the point that it was almost uncomfortable.
Sukuna finally yanked Megumi off of his cock, manhandling him back up to his feet. Megumi could barely stand, his legs threatening to give out as Sukuna reconnected their lips together. The kiss was even messier than their others, heady with the taste of Sukuna’s pre-cum and sloppy with Megumi’s spit.
Sukuna pulled away from the kiss after a few long moments and the pair stood there for just a moment, electricity sparking the air between them. It took a while for Megumi’s labored breathing to return to normal, still overwhelmed by how rough Sukuna had been with him. Sukuna just stared at him. Despite the fact that Megumi was fully dressed, he resisted the urge to cover himself up, shivers running through his body as he absentmindedly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Take off your clothes.”
It wasn’t a question. Megumi shivered yet again, shyness lining his actions as he slipped off his baggy white shirt, knowing better than to refute. Sukuna’s eyes flickered down to track the movement, his steady gaze making Megumi feel as if his movements were under the scrutiny of a microscope. Megumi hesitated for a moment before pulling his sweats down, leaving his legs exposed to the cool air of Sukuna’s bedroom as he stepped out of them. All that was left was the baggy boxers that he had on underneath, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so embarrassed before, inhaling shakily before he pulled them down as well. This time, Sukuna’s gaze didn’t drop down, maintaining eye contact with Megumi even when he stood fully bare in front of Sukuna.
“I want you to take yours off, too.” Megumi’s voice was hoarse from the brutal way that his throat had been fucked, but he stood his ground nonetheless, resisting the urge to cover himself up as he waited for Sukuna’s next move. The muted sounds from the party outside seemed so distant from where the two of them were standing, in their own little bubble where Megumi could almost convince himself that they were the only two left in the world.
Sukuna smirked at him, a dangerous edge to his smile as he complied. Sukuna was wearing a white fitted button-up shirt, which already had the first few buttons undone to expose a bit of his tanned chest. He began to unbutton the rest of the shirt as Megumi watched, gaze flicking between Sukuna’s eyes and the vast expanse of skin that was being exposed. Megumi held his breath as Sukuna slipped the shirt off altogether, his gaze tracking the newly exposed tattoos and abs that were lying beneath.
It wasn’t the first time that he’d seen Sukuna shirtless, but it was certainly the first time that he’d seen him shirtless in this context. He was reminded of just how much he adored Sukuna’s tattoos, thick black lines that branded his forearms and chest, emphasizing his smooth, tanned skin and how impressive his build was. He was twenty-two, only four years older than Megumi, but one wouldn’t think so just by looking at them—Sukuna was huge, broad shoulders and thick arms where Megumi was tapered waist and slender frame. That wasn’t to say that Megumi wasn’t strong. He was, had beaten up more people than he could count during his rebellious phase, but that only made it all the more arousing, how easily Sukuna was able to throw him around and manhandle him.
Sukuna stepped fully out of the boxers and slacks that he’d haphazardly tugged down earlier, and even in the dim lights of Sukuna’s bedroom, there was no mistaking just how perfect his body was. He was gorgeous, beyond every single fantasy and wet dream that Megumi had ever had, and just looking at the older male had his stomach swooping.
Sukuna stepped forward and Megumi had to tip his chin up to meet the other’s gaze, holding his breath for a moment before Sukuna leaned down to capture his lips into a kiss. It was soft and gentle this time around, and Megumi whimpered into the kiss, pressing himself against Sukuna as the other male’s large hands found his bare waist. Having Sukuna’s hands on him made Megumi feel things that he’d never felt before, and maybe he had never realized just how touch-starved he was. Casual touches between him and his dad were practically unheard of, and he was only just getting used to Yuuji’s easy-going nature and the ease with which he could sling an arm around his shoulders or hug him.
There was something different about the way that Sukuna touched him. He handled Megumi without an ounce of hesitation, like he belonged to him. The thought had him whining into the kiss, his mouth parting easily to yield to Sukuna’s insistent tongue. Sukuna continued to kiss him as he guided the pair to the bed, disconnecting their lips for only a moment as he pushed Megumi down, quick to settle on top of him afterwards.
Nothing could have prepared Megumi for what it would feel like to have Sukuna’s naked body pressed completely against his, especially in a horizontal setting. He was feeling a thousand different things at once—he felt embarrassed to even be in this position, he felt nervous because it was the first time that he’d ever done this with anybody, but most of all, he felt turned on beyond belief. He was completely caged in by Sukuna’s larger body, and he’d never felt so laid out and vulnerable before, even more so than when Sukuna had made him come in the kitchen.
Sukuna shoved Megumi further up the bed before pulling away from the kiss, hovering over his body. Megumi was about to protest, his words cut off by a loud whine as Sukuna leant down to wrap his lips around his nipple. Megumi’s body arched off the bed, fingers threading through Sukuna’s hair as the other male’s teeth grazed his nipple.
“Ah, Sukuna,” The moan was torn from Megumi’s body without his control, his thighs quivering as Sukuna switched to the other nipple. He was licking him in a way that was filthy. Being with Megumi had brought out a side of Sukuna that he’d never seen before—one that was desperate, starved for Megumi to the point that the younger male wouldn’t be surprised if Sukuna really did want to devour him whole.
“God, fuck,” Sukuna spoke against Megumi’s chest, breathing ragged against Megumi’s bare skin. “Every single part of you is fucking gorgeous. You’re so beautiful, Megumi."
Sukuna’s hand found its way down Megumi’s body to meet with his bare pussy, rubbing over his clit for only a few seconds before he trailed further down to press two of his fingers inside. He was met with barely any resistance, considering the fact that Sukuna had already loosened him up in the kitchen and Megumi had only gotten more wet when he’d been blowing Sukuna.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess.” It was beyond embarrassing, the wet squelching noises that accompanied Sukuna’s fingers inside of him, and Megumi fought the urge to cover his face as the other male pulled away from his chest to watch. Megumi’s legs instinctively tried to snap shut, but Sukuna only spread him out further, his thigh on top of Megumi’s to keep him spread wide open.
Megumi had always assumed that he wouldn’t be the loudest in bed. He was generally a quiet person and he’d never been one to make much noise while masturbating. It was usually a quick and uneventful event, one that he partook in only when he needed to take the edge off and more out of necessity than anything else. Being with Sukuna, however, was all-consuming. There was no time to live in his head and there was no stopping every single breathy gasp and moan that left his body, almost without his control, every time Sukuna’s long fingers plunged inside and curled upwards.
Megumi gasped as his jaw was suddenly grabbed in a bruising grip, Sukuna’s unyielding fingers around his face as his other hand halted his movements inside of him. Sukuna was staring down at him, gaze burning into his own—”How many people have seen you like this?”
“I already told you,” Megumi panted, struggling to get the words out with the painful grip that Sukuna had on his face. He whined, feeling raw and exposed beneath Sukuna’s gaze, pain spreading outwards from where Sukuna was holding onto him. “No one’s ever touched me like this before. You’re the only one to see me this way.” The grasp that Sukuna had on Megumi’s face loosened, as if he was pleased by the admission, and a sudden wave of shyness washed over Megumi. Megumi pushed the feeling aside, meeting Sukuna’s gaze again as he ran his fingers through the other male’s hair distractedly. “I want you to put it in now. Please…”
Megumi was certain that he’d never felt quite so defenseless before, but it was worth it for the shaky curse that left Sukuna’s lips before he pulled away again. Megumi resisted the urge to whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness as Sukuna pulled his fingers out of him. But he didn’t have to complain for too long, as Sukuna wrapped his fingers around his dick instead, before bringing it to Megumi’s entrance.
Megumi watched, transfixed, as Sukuna rubbed his cock through Megumi’s folds, getting himself wet. The feeling of Sukuna’s dick pressed against his pussy had an intense, shivery feeling running throughout his entire body, which began to tremble again. His heart felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest, but at that moment, a sudden thought ran through his head.
“Sukuna,” Megumi murmured, attempting to draw the other male’s attention. Sukuna paid him no mind, gaze fixated on where he was pressed against Megumi’s entrance, his big dick against Megumi’s tiny hole. “Sukuna.” Megumi repeated again, louder, wrapping his fingers around Sukuna’s wrist. This seemed to snap the other male out of his trance, and he looked up to Megumi, meeting his gaze inquisitively.
“Condom,” Megumi managed to breathe out, his words shaky, body overwhelmed by the entire situation. “Shouldn’t we be using a condom?”
“I’ll pull out, baby,” Sukuna responded easily, sounding as if the issue wasn’t something that had even breached his mind before Megumi had brought it up. “Do you not want to like this?”
Megumi knew that they shouldn’t. But from the moment that he’d run into Sukuna downstairs, it didn’t seem as if sensibility was at the forefront of his thoughts. Even now, the only real thought running through his mind on loop was put it in put it in put it in. Hesitating for only a moment, Megumi draped his arms over Sukuna’s shoulders, face flushed as he shook his head. “No, we can… it’s okay like this. It’s alright. You can put it in.”
Megumi couldn’t help but feel that he’d made the right choice, solely by how proud Sukuna’s gaze was as he surveyed him. “That’s my good little boy.” Sukuna responded, his voice immensely pleased as he adjusted his grip on his cock. With that, he began to push in.
Without meaning to, Megumi held his breath. There was no denying that it was painful; Sukuna was huge and it was the first time that Megumi’s hole had ever had to stretch to accommodate something so big before. Pain wasn’t the only thing that he felt—there was also an overwhelming feeling of fullness that accompanied the sensation, making Megumi’s mind go completely blank, devoid of thoughts altogether.
Sukuna continued to push inside, his pace slow and steady as he guided his dick deeper inside of Megumi. For as loud as he’d been during the whole encounter, Megumi stayed silent throughout the process of Sukuna entering him. He did his best to breathe steadily, gripping onto Sukuna’s upper body tightly, his nails inadvertently digging into the back of Sukuna’s shoulders as he pushed inside.
It felt like a lifetime had passed before Sukuna was finally sheathed to the hilt. Megumi had to give Sukuna credit—the other man’s grip on his thighs was bruising, lower body straining as if it was taking all of his self-control to not just start thrusting recklessly. Megumi had tears threatening to brim over again, doing his best to blink them away as he looked up at Sukuna. “Sukuna,” Megumi mumbled, using his grip around the other male’s shoulders to pull him down towards him. “Please kiss me.”
Sukuna pushed his tongue into Megumi’s mouth, entwining their tongues together. Megumi sucked on Sukuna’s tongue, grateful for the distraction as he kissed Sukuna back fervently. Megumi gasped into the kiss as Sukuna’s hips shifted away, only to push back in steadily. “C’mon, sweetheart. Just focus on me.”
Megumi did his best to listen to Sukuna, focusing on keeping up his end of the kiss and not on the overwhelming sensation of Sukuna beginning to thrust in and out of him. Megumi felt so full that he could almost choke. It was beyond overwhelming, having Sukuna’s cock inside of him and his tongue inside his mouth and his hands all over him. He could barely think, could barely kiss Sukuna back, could barely do anything but just lie there and take it.
Sukuna began to thrust in earnest then, pulling himself almost all the way out of Megumi’s body before thrusting back inside. The movement was so forceful that Megumi was shoved up the bed, and a long, drawn-out moan left his lips at the feeling, barely kissing Sukuna back as much as keeping his mouth open to let the other male do whatever he wanted.
After a while, Sukuna’s thrusts began to grow rougher, probably able to tell that the threshold of Megumi’s pain had crossed over into the blurry line of pleasure. Or maybe he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Sukuna pulled away from the kiss, gaze dropping to where their bodies were joined. “Fucking look at you, Megumi. You’re taking me so well, princess. Doing so well, just like I knew you would.”
Megumi’s hands dropped from where he was holding onto Sukuna’s shoulders, falling to the bed instead as his fingers tangled into the bedsheets. He looked down to where Sukuna’s cock was thrusting in and out of him at a steady pace, his flush only deepening at the intimate sight; the way that his hole stretched to accommodate Sukuna’s cock, traces of pain still lingering but mostly replaced by a feeling of fullness. The sight had him inadvertently tightening around Sukuna, causing the older male to let out a throaty groan of his own to match the increasing volume of Megumi’s noises.
From there, Megumi lost track of time again as Sukuna used his body much like it was his own personal fleshlight. It was an out of body experience, having his body do things that he didn’t even know he was capable of doing. He thought that he had been stretched to his limit before, in terms of physical exertion, but this was something else altogether. Megumi could focus on only a few things at once—the way that Sukuna looked at him, the sweat dripping down his brow from the strain, the faint tinge of red on Sukuna’s lips from where Megumi had accidentally bitten him when he’d first pushed in. If Megumi had thought that Sukuna was the picture-perfect vision of sin before, that was nothing compared to how he looked in that moment, the absolute embodiment of debauchery.
The pair were snapped out of their haze by the sound of a loud knock on the door, the sudden noise causing Megumi to unconsciously tighten around Sukuna again, watching as the other male’s face contorted into slight pain, as if Megumi was squeezing him too tight. Megumi’s eyes widened in panic at the sound of a familiar voice coming through the door, insistent and accented with concern.
“Sukuna? Are you in there?” The question was followed by another series of unfaltering knocks in rapid succession, Yuuji’s anxious state evident by the way that he was knocking. “Megumi went down to get a glass of water a while ago but he’s still not back. Have you seen him? I went downstairs to look for him but I couldn’t find him anywhere.”
Megumi instantly saw the subtle shift in Sukuna’s appearance into something more smug, as if this was what he’d been waiting for from the moment that they’d entered his bedroom. Megumi shook his head desperately, knowing full well that Sukuna was more than capable of asking Yuuji to come inside to see for himself where Megumi was. Sukuna paused, seeming to deliberate for a moment before he was slowly pulling out of Megumi, then thrusting back in suddenly and without warning.
Megumi had to bite down on his own arm to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape, his chest heaving from the force behind Sukuna’s thrust and the unexpected timing of it. When Sukuna had pulled out, the last thing that Megumi had expected was for him to push back inside again. Sukuna smirked down at him, pulling Megumi’s arm away from his mouth to replace it forcefully with his own palm instead, stifling any sounds that threatened to escape.
“Yeah, I ran into him downstairs,” Sukuna shouted back, voice slightly hoarse from all of the exertion. Megumi frantically shook his head again, his spiky hair making a halo on the pillowcase around him, having to fight against the firm grip that Sukuna had on his face as he pleaded with his eyes to not tell Yuuji the truth about what’d happened after that. “He said he forgot about a family thing that he had to take care of, so he had to rush back home. Told me to tell you about it but I guess it must have slipped my mind.”
The whole time that Sukuna spoke, his voice remained so steady that one would never be able to guess that he continued to pound into Megumi, his body limp like a ragdoll as the other male used him unsparingly. Megumi couldn’t even tell how many times he had come by now since they’d started, the waves of pleasure overwhelming him in a way that everything seemed to melt together all at once with no distinct crest or peak.
“Asshole,” Megumi could hear Yuuji’s petulant grumbling even through the closed door, and he heaved a sigh of relief at the loud slam of Yuuji’s bedroom door from across the hallway, his racing heartbeat gradually slowing to a steady rhythm.
As soon as Sukuna removed his hand from Megumi’s mouth, Megumi pounded a fist on Sukuna’s chest, a huffy expression plastered on his features. Despite the vulnerable position that he was in, Megumi’s true nature came out as he began to berate Sukuna for his behavior. “What the fuck was that? You’re never pulling that shit again—” Megumi was cut off by yet another forceful thrust from Sukuna, hitting him so deep that a small part of him was almost convinced that he’d show through his stomach if he placed his hand on top of it. The thought had him moaning out loud, thinking about Sukuna carving a place for himself in his body. The irritation from just moments ago melted away, thoughts replaced with how well Sukuna was fucking him.
Sukuna slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on pushing deep inside of Megumi as he insistently pressed up against his g-spot. “Too scared of hurting the brat’s feelings, hm? Bet you have no idea that he wants to fuck your brains out too.”
Megumi was too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak, only able to let out a questioning hum as he stared up at Sukuna, eyebrows furrowed down into a slight frown. Him and Yuuji were just friends and always had been. If anything, Megumi was the one whose feelings for Yuuji weren’t entirely platonic—it was just something that was impossible to avoid, considering Yuuji’s magnetic nature and naturally personable personality. He drew people like him to a flame, and Megumi was just one of the many moths that had found themselves in his orbit. But to think that Yuuji saw him in any way other than friendship? It was practically laughable.
Sukuna placed his hand on top of Megumi’s lower stomach, pushing down at the same time that he thrust all the way inside of Megumi, making Megumi feel so full that it was almost suffocating. “I should’ve just told him to come in. Let him see how much of a slut his precious Megumi really is. Let him see for himself just how fast you spread your legs for me. All it took was a couple of nice words and you were already gagging for it.”
The degradation, mixed with the force of Sukuna’s deep thrusts, had Megumi’s mind going blank. He couldn’t even refute the claims, or form any words, really, clinging onto Sukuna desperately as his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He felt like a string that had been pulled taut, on the verge of snapping at any moment. He only needed a little bit more, but he couldn’t vocalize his needs, unable to do much more than cling to Sukuna as he got fucked to within an inch of his life. Sukuna continued to murmur filthy things to Megumi, degrading words made sweeter with praise, but all Megumi could really hear were the wet sounds that were coming from where they were joined, the squelching noises from earlier only amplified in the space between them, somewhat drowned out by the volume of Megumi’s shaky gasps and whimpers.
Without thinking, Megumi clasped his legs around Sukuna’s waist, his ankles crossed at Sukuna’s back. “Inside…” Megumi managed to vocalize after a moment of struggling, his voice taking on a note of desperation that he hadn’t heard from himself in a long time. “Please come inside, Sukuna. I want you to. I need it so bad, please.” It was another out of body experience, surely a request that level-headed Megumi would never find himself begging for. It went against any logical thought that Megumi had ever had, but all he needed to know was what it would feel like to have Sukuna filling him up. Maybe it was a bad idea, but that didn’t matter to him in that moment—whatever rationality that remained had dissipated completely by that point.
“God, you drive me fucking insane, Megumi. You have no idea what you do to me.” Sukuna’s movements were restricted now, with Megumi’s legs wrapped around him, his motions slower and deeper. But Megumi could tell that Sukuna was close, from his less precise movements and the aborted thrusts of his hips. “I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good. Every time you walk, all you’re going to be able to think about is how deep I was inside you and how well I fucked you. You’re mine, Megumi. You belonged to me from the moment that I first laid eyes on you. Tell me that you’re mine.”
“Yours, God, I’m yours. Please, Sukuna, please,” Megumi sobbed, clutching Sukuna close to him. The declaration seemed to push Sukuna over the edge as he thrust all the way inside of Megumi, a guttural moan leaving his lips as he came. Megumi continued to babble mindlessly, tears escaping from his eyes at the feeling of Sukuna filling him up. It felt like it went on for ages—an indescribable feeling that Megumi couldn’t quite put into words. He could feel the pulsing of the other male’s cock inside of him, and he knew instantly that the warmth that came with it was a feeling that he’d never ever be able to compare anything else to. It made him feel completely enveloped, like he really was Sukuna’s possession.
They just stayed like that for a few moments, the only sounds in the room being the pair’s labored breaths. Megumi didn’t want Sukuna to pull out, holding onto him tightly as he continued to sniffle, his body overwhelmed by all of the new sensations that he was feeling. Sukuna quieted him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Megumi’s forehead and using his free hand to wipe Megumi’s tears away. “Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”
“No, don’t. Please,” Megumi responded immediately, blinking up at Sukuna, his eyelashes matted with tears. Sukuna held him close, leaning down to languidly connect their lips together. Sukuna did what Megumi requested, staying sheathed inside Megumi as he kissed him, his body weight on top of Megumi like a weighted blanket. Megumi kissed Sukuna back dreamily, their lips gentle against each other. When he finally felt like it would be okay for Sukuna to pull out, he loosened his death grip on him, mumbling that he could do it now.
Megumi watched as Sukuna inched out of him slowly, his movements careful, as if he was handling something incredibly delicate. When he was all the way out, Megumi finally exhaled the shaky breath that he had been holding, the feeling of Sukuna’s come dripping out of him making his whole body tremble involuntarily with shivers. His thighs were shaking too, another whimper leaving his lips as Sukuna smoothed a hand along his quivering side.
Sukuna laid down beside Megumi, and Megumi’s eyes traced Sukuna’s defined features as he turned on his side to face him, the movement slow due to the soreness that had spread throughout his entire body. Sukuna cupped Megumi’s face with his free hand, leaning forward to kiss him again. He traced Megumi’s molars with his tongue, threading his fingers through Megumi’s hair and gently rubbing his scalp to soothe him.
A pleased sigh left Megumi’s lips once Sukuna pulled away, feeling uncharacteristically bashful as he avoided Sukuna’s gaze, his eyes tracing over the thick lines of the tattoos that adorned his chest instead. Megumi didn’t know what to do or say. It was the first time in his life that all of the messy, jumbled thoughts that constantly occupied his mind had gone quiet, and it was all because of the person in front of him. He didn’t even know it was possible to feel so content—perhaps it would have been odd for anyone else in this situation, to feel completely at peace after how intense and rough the sex had been. But Megumi had always had a few screws loose, and if he was being honest, this was the best that he’d felt about himself in a long time.
“Thank you.” Megumi mumbled after a moment, breaking the fragile silence between them as he finally met Sukuna’s gaze, looking at the other male shyly. The smile that was returned to him was one of the most genuine ones that Megumi had seen on Sukuna’s sharp features, uncharacteristic of the other male. Megumi didn’t elaborate what he was thankful for, but he didn’t think he had to, not when Sukuna was looking at him like he could hear every thought running through Megumi’s mind.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, it’s like you were made for me. I hope you know that I meant what I said earlier. I’ve always known that you were mine.”
The weight of such a confession when they weren’t having sex felt far more monumental. It was as if it was the most profound thing that Megumi had ever been told before. Perhaps it was because he’d never been the sole object of someone’s affection in that way, and having the focus of someone as powerful as Sukuna made Megumi feel like he was capable of anything. It was a dangerous feeling, the kind that Megumi knew could be bad for him in the long run if he let it get to his head.
“I’m gonna get something to clean you up, okay?” Megumi hummed in response to Sukuna’s question, quite content to lay there as he watched Sukuna make his way to the bathroom that was attached to his room. He closed his eyes, feeling bone-deep exhaustion overtake him as he listened to the sounds of running water coming from the bathroom.
Sukuna returned with a damp towel, crawling back onto the bed to help clean Megumi up. His movements were soft as he ran the towel over Megumi’s entire body, wiping away any fluids that remained. Megumi hissed at the feeling of Sukuna rubbing the towel over his pussy, the sensitivity making him instinctively squeeze his thighs together. Sukuna leant down to press a chaste kiss to the skin of Megumi’s thigh, movements gentler as he did his best to wipe away the come that had already begun to leak out of him.
As Sukuna patted him dry, Megumi’s thoughts drifted to something that Sukuna had said earlier, when they were having sex. He blinked his eyes open, brows creasing as he watched Sukuna set the towel aside, beginning to massage Megumi’s ankle instead. “Hey, what you pulled with Itadori earlier wasn’t cool. Why did you say those things about him?”
The mention of his brother seemed to irk Sukuna, who frowned as his grip tightened momentarily on Megumi’s leg before loosening, rubbing over the spot with gentle fingers. “I wasn’t lying when I said that he wants you. Probably always has.” Sukuna paused, thoughtfully pressing his thumb against the sensitive skin of Megumi’s ankle. A smirk found his features, a sinister edge to it as he met Megumi’s gaze. The way that Sukuna was looking at him probably should have scared Megumi, but all it really did was make his heart pound.
“Doesn’t really matter, though, does it? You belong to me now.”