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Another Friday, another night out.
The night started at Geto’s place. Getting mildly intoxicated, possibly more, before heading out. As usual, Sukuna soon lost track of the people he arrived at the club with, but it wasn’t long before he found someone who could keep him company. That’s how it tended to be. The same went for this night.
Dark hair was the first thing Sukuna noticed.
He always had a thing for brunettes. What he didn’t tend to get infatuated by was male omegas. He had slept with some once or twice, but other than that? He liked women. Curves and plush thighs. Purrs and scratches over his broad shoulders, pleas for more, more, alpha don’t stop .
Sukuna was a typical alpha in most ways. However, exceptions could be made, and the omega he had spotted might be one of those. He made his way over and, with practised nonchalance, rested his palm on the table. The dark-haired omega looked up, followed by his eyes dipping to what could be seen of Sukuna’s chest, which was quite a lot, thanks to the deep V-neck.
“Drinking all by yourself? You are way too pretty for that.” Sukuna winked. The only reaction that followed was a slightly displeased grimace. From experience, Sukuna had learned that male omegas could be more challenging to handle than others. “May I sit?”
“I’m here with my friends.” The omega’s voice was deeper than his appearance let on.
“And where are they?”
“Bathroom.”
“Do you want some company in the meantime?”
“Not really.”
The reply came abruptly enough that Sukuna couldn’t help but laugh. Playing hard to get. He could work with that; he liked them hissy.
The friends in question turned up by Sukuna’s side just then: an orange-haired girl with a cunty bob, and a dark-haired chick with glasses. Cute, no doubt, but the scowling male omega remained Sukuna’s top priority.
“We leave you for five seconds, and they come swarming,” cunty bob girl said. “Who’re you?”
“Name’s Sukuna. Is your friend always this hard to talk to, or does he not like me?”
“Both, probably,” glasses-girl said. “Join us, Sukuna.”
The male omega exchanged a short conversation with Glasses. From what Sukuna could tell, it went something like this:
“Why did you do that?”
“We need some dick to this pussy party.”
“He is a douchebag.”
“Give him a chance. He obviously has a huge cock and that would be good for you.”
So much could be conveyed only with the eyes. Such an interesting thing.
Cunty bob (Nobara) and Glasses (Maki) did most of the talking. The resistive omega, which Sukuna learned was named Megumi, relaxed more as the night went on. The defiant look on his face remained, but according to the others, that was simply how it was.
It wasn’t by chance that Sukuna made sure to sit across the pretty omega. That way, he could read his expressions better. Also, if words didn’t do the trick, physical touch usually did. Megumi didn’t react at all to his advances. None of the tricks that normally made omega’s cheek warm seemed to have an effect. A top-tier level hard-to-get. Sukuna was a typical alpha in some ways. Not all, but some. Wanting something he seemingly couldn’t have was one of the things that made him incredibly typical.
“Let’s go back to my place,” Nobara eventually said. They were all pleasantly puzzled, yet not ready to wrap up the night. “Wanna come with, Kuna?”
“For sure.”
Outside, the November air was brisk. Sukuna walked next to Megumi, a few steps behind the girls, presenting another opportunity to use another trick. He tugged his leather jacket off and draped it over Megumi’s shoulders. He had yet to meet an omega who didn’t enjoy practically drowning in an alpha’s jacket, surrounded by their scent.
Megumi lifted his gaze. His expression remained unfazed.
“You looked a little chilly,” Sukuna said before Megumi had a chance to speak.
“I’m not.”
“It’s okay, take it.”
“But–”
“I’m warm enough, I promise.”
Sukuna stuck his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants. His long-sleeved shirt was enough to keep him warm, and even if it hadn’t been, seeing an omega wearing his clothes was worth some chill.
Nobara’s apartment was, as promised, not far from the club. There, a citrusy scent Sukuna had only caught little whiffs of during the evening tickled his nose and the back of his throat. Nobara brought them beers, and with a playlist of 90s hits playing in the background, their evening continued.
In an apartment with three omegas, Sukuna truly was in his element. No matter how things ended with Megumi, he probably had a fair chance to get into Nobara’s pants, which wouldn’t be too bad, either.
Sukuna still had his eyes set on his prize. Megumi’s dark hair and defiant nature had awoken a restlessness and longing unlike what Sukuna had felt before. He thought he had, but as the night went on, realized it was different this time. The problem was defining what made it so. Megumi wasn’t outwardly resistant, but unreachable. Sukuna wanted nothing more than to breach his walls. And he would. Sukuna wasn’t a quitter.
After they finished the first round of beers, Megumi excused himself for a bathroom break. Sukuna remained seated until he heard it flush from the bathroom, got up, and headed in that direction.
The door opened just in time for him to arrive. Sukuna smiled, making sure to flash his fangs. “This is the bathroom?”
The corners of Megumi’s lips twitched, which was the closest thing to a smile he’d offered this night. “Yeah. Hard to miss.”
Fair enough. Sukuna could see all the rooms in the apartment from where they stood. He offered a crooked smile. “You always play this hard to get?”
“Have you considered that I’m not playing?” Megumi headed towards the kitchen. Sukuna trailed after him.
“I have, but I’m uncertain if I believe it.”
“I thought you were going to the bathroom.”
“I was hoping for a chance to talk.”
Megumi turned to face Sukuna. With his butt leaning against the counter, he folded his arms over his chest. He seemed curious enough to allow the conversation to continue, as he didn’t immediately blow him off.
“What do you want to talk about then?” Megumi asked.
“Honestly? I’m curious about you. Are you like this to all alphas you meet, or am I some sort of exception?”
Megumi’s brows trailed up, followed by a soft click of his tongue. “I’m not the type to hook up with strangers. That’s all there’s to it.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I’m sure you have plenty of options no matter what.”
“So, you’re admitting you find me attractive?” Sukuna flashed a smirk.
“Now you’re just fishing. You’ll make a fool out of yourself if you keep this up.”
“I’m willing to take that risk if I might hear from someone as pretty as you that I’m hot.”
“You’re so typical.”
“Why?”
“If I had shown interest in you, you wouldn’t have been this keen on having me. And you’re so focused on sticking your dick in something that’s all you care about.”
“That’s not true.” Sukuna wasn’t offended by that statement, but displeased. So what if he did like someone with a little bit of hiss to them? That was different from what Megumi described. “I’m not that kind of alpha.”
Megumi lifted his chin. His eyes dipped to Sukuna’s lips, evaluating, before trailing up to his eyes again. His gaze spoke of something hidden. Something Sukuna thought he might understand, should he be granted the opportunity.
“Okay. Prove it.”
An invitation. Sukuna was unsure where it came from, but would take the chance regardless.
Sukuna leaned down for a kiss. Megumi allowed it.
The tip of Megumi’s nose nudged Sukuna’s cheek. Soft lips, warm tongue, and greed blossomed in Sukuna’s chest, spreading to the tips of his fingers and the soles of his feet.
It was a damn good kiss. Sukuna rested his hands on his sides, trailed them down, following the shape of his body until he reached the narrowest part of his waist. Megumi sighed into the kiss. For not being the type to not look for hook-ups, he sure enjoyed it quite a lot. Pushing himself closer, sliding his fingers through Sukuna’s hair, taking a firm hold.
In the living room, Nobara and Maki talked about how much they loved the song playing. The rhythm of the night , unless Sukuna was mistaken. They either didn’t realize their absence or purposefully ignored it. Megumi’s free hand snaked down between them, luring a soft groan from Sukuna as he cupped his hand over his cock. The kisses had been enough to make it swell. Returning the favor, Sukuna cupped his hand over Megumi’s groin.
And froze.
That was not how it was supposed to feel.
Sukuna leaned back, his eyes widening. Everything made sense at that moment, and at the same time, it made no sense whatsoever. Wait a god damn minute.
His palm pressed against Megumi’s
cock
while the sly, little smile on Megumi’s lips added to the disarray. Megumi had known that Sukuna assumed, and… Oh.
Oh hell.
Megumi played along and now awaited Sukuna’s reaction as he had figured out the truth. And the reaction was one that Sukuna himself could not explain. He hadn’t been taken by surprise in such a way before, and a thrill of forbidden arousal tickled through his body. Blindsided. Utterly blindsided.
“You’re an alpha?” Sukuna asked once the ability to speak returned to him. Megumi said nothing, which was all he needed to hear. “Oh. Why didn’t you say something?”
“And miss out on this?” Megumi’s eyes narrowed as his smile grew wider.
Sukuna had never considered the possibility of sleeping with an alpha. Then again, he had never met one as pretty as Megumi, and he hadn’t known alphas could be graceful and agile in such a way.
Interesting.
Judging the situation, it wasn’t the first time Megumi had done something similar. It had to be common for people to mistake him for an omega, possibly beta, and still, he hadn’t said anything to prevent it from happening. It had to be on purpose. Could it be part of a plan? Truthfully, Sukuna might have shied away if he had gotten to know earlier, but at this point, he was already hooked. More importantly, he had something to prove.
A very cunning move. Very alpha . Sukuna rolled his tongue over his fangs at the realization, and as the initial surprise passed, he smiled.
“I’m intrigued. Is this a tactic you use often?”
“It sounds bad when you call it a tactic.”
“I could call it a scheme if you prefer,” Sukuna suggested. That didn’t offend Megumi. If anything, it amused him, judging by the glint that sparkled in his eyes. Sukuna moved his hand to Megumi’s neck and nudged the scent blocker covering his neck. “I want to smell you.”
Megumi remained unmoving as Sukuna tore the patch off his skin. He massaged the scent gland to work the suppressed scent back to life. Soon enough, a whiff of ginger reached his nose, so potent it made saliva pool in his mouth. Oh, he was an alpha, alright.
“Holy shit.” Sukuna swallowed soundly.
“You like it?” Megumi asked, despite it being obvious.
“It’s amazing.”
Megumi's scent contrasted with his appearance, yet it suited him perfectly. Sukuna started to feel foolish for even mistaking him for an omega. His posture and pride belonged to an alpha. Megumi cupped Sukuna’s chin in his hand, and he found himself not minding it. Confusion mixed with the growing arousal, and he willingly parted his lips when Megumi tugged his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Come,” Megumi said, simply. Sukuna followed.
The bedroom Sukuna was brought to was small and lit by a small lamp on the windowsill—a guest room, judging by the lack of personal details. Sukuna lay on his back on the neatly made bed, and Megumi supported himself with his elbows on the mattress. Through the closed door, Sukuna heard faint thumps from the bass in what must be a Britney Spears song, and making out with another alpha to the tunes of her music might be the epitome of a homosexual experience as he knew of them to be.
And the kisses were good. Damn fucking good. Megumi nipped his lips with his fangs, and Sukuna returned the favor to regain a sense of control. He quickly realized he had carried a lot of prejudice toward alphas sleeping with other alphas without realizing it. It wasn’t a battle of dominance. Instead, they were equals. Equally strong and equally willing.
Sukuna’s curiosity grew by the minute. He had slept with many people, he was the first to admit being a damn slut, and now he found himself wanting to explore more about this recent discovery.
“Megumi,” he said in between kisses, breathy, needy. Megumi leaned back enough to look him in the eyes. “How do you like it?”
“Define it .”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do, but ask me properly.”
“Do you want to top or what?”
Megumi’s lips curled. Not fooled by Sukuna’s feigned nonchalance, but kind enough to pretend he was. “If you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?” Sukuna scoffed.
“I don’t know. Why would you?”
Sukuna didn’t mind since he would prove to Megumi exactly how atypical he was. He always liked the motto that nobody remembers a coward.
Sukuna was a lot of things, but a coward? No. Not a coward, and not a typical alpha.
They got undressed. Not hectic, but far from collected in their manners. Megumi hid a surprisingly toned body under his clothes, and more importantly, a fat cock. How typical, the way twinks seemed to be the ones equipped with massive cocks, at least if Sukuna were to believe the hearsay.
Sukuna never thought he’d think of a dick as pleasing to the eye , but it was the first description that popped into his head. Girthy and with a rather big tip. Curving just a bit to the right. While Sukuna had touched his own tool plenty of times, wrapping a hand around Megumi’s shaft turned out to be something entirely different. A soft, hoarse breath spilling from Megumi caused Sukuna’s cock to twitch.
He loved how Megumi’s voice contrasted with his slightly androgynous face. And he was especially fond of his eyes. Gorgeous , Sukuna thought. He realized he had spoken it out loud when Megumi lifted his gaze with a slightly puzzled expression.
“You’re gorgeous,” Sukuna said. Megumi didn’t answer. “Why do you look so surprised? It can’t be the first time someone called you that.”
“It’s not that. I thought you’d be more… hostile.”
“I told you. I’m not what you thought I’d be like. Looks can deceive.”
“They sure do.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Sukuna was also surprised by a lot that had happened this night. Most of all, he was surprised by how easy it was to have a hard, hot, throbbing cock in his hand.
It would have been easy to blame the alcohol, but he was smart enough to know there was more to it than that. Wasn’t there a saying that being drunk brought out who you were in truth, that the right amount of alcohol helped you to do things you would not have done otherwise, but that you secretly wished for?
Sukuna might have wished for this. Truthfully, he might. He must , because he ended on all fours with such ease, and when Megumi’s hot, skilled tongue worked its way inside his hole, there was nothing but bliss. Sukuna moaned as he was damned paid to do so, jaw slack and eyes rolling back in his skull. Megumi reached his hand to wrap it around his cock, stroking him in sync with his tongue working him open.
“Oh fuck.”
Megumi did everything with utmost certainty, the way he used his tongue and fingers to ease him into it. Sukuna was in good hands, figuratively and literally. Never in his life had Sukuna imagined he’d be on his hands and knees in front of someone, and most certainly not another alpha.
In the back of Sukuna’s mind, he thought of what he had learned about how he should feel about the situation. About the role he was supposed to have and how he was supposed to play it. At the end of the day, it was all about dicks and holes, and what mattered besides how it felt?
And when Megumi eased the head of his cock inside his hole, it felt good , coaxing a moan from him, his body easing into the stretch.
“Good,” Megumi murmured. The palms of his hands slid over Sukuna’s sides, fingertips dipping into the crevices of his ribcage. “Relax.”
Sukuna thought of vulnerability and trust. He thought of the times he had touched the most vulnerable part of an omega and how he had never appreciated the trust they had offered him by allowing him. And he thought of how he could let go and allow someone else to dictate what would happen. All he had to do was go along with it.
He hadn’t expected it to be quite this good.
The initial stretch and burn eased into something close to euphoria. If Sukuna had paid more attention to his biology classes in school, he might have known how that came to be, but he hadn’t, and therefore didn’t know if what he experienced was to be expected or not. Not that it mattered. When Megumi started to roll his hips, he found himself moving along, seeking more friction, but Megumi took hold of his hips to keep him still.
Muffled moans and heavy breathing spilt into the pillow. Warm hands on his body, muscles flexing, quivering. Skin on skin, sopping, slapping noises. He envisioned it from Megumi’s eyes. What he would look like now, the muscles in his shoulders shifting, the deep curve in his spine, his ass. He had no idea what he looked like standing like that, fat cock in his hole, but liked to think that it was quite a sight.
And he would come like that. His cock was heavy between his legs, leaking, aching, and neglected, but that mattered not. Each thrust brought him closer to release, and the shift in his voice let Megumi know exactly what was about to happen.
“Gonna… come,” Sukuna managed between moans and gasps. Megumi didn’t respond with words, but his hand wrapped around Sukuna’s cock and stroked him in sync with his thrusts. Slender fingers squeezed around his knot in a way he had never had anyone do to him before, a sensation that worked a howl from his throat, suffocated into the pillow he clutched as if his life depended on it. “Oh, shit. Shit .”
And then it was over.
Sukuna came. Megumi did as well, his knot pushing against Sukuna’s rim, spilling deep inside him. Groans, moans, sweat. Finale.
The buildup faded within seconds, as it often did during nights like this. This particular night, however, would be one of those that lingered in Sukuna’s mind for weeks, hell, years to come. The euphoria ebbed away, leaving Sukuna’s head buzzy and his limbs noodly.
“Did I prove it?” Sukuna asked, voice half muffled down the pillow.
“What?” Megumi asked confusedly.
“That I’m not that kind of alpha.”
“Oh. No. You are. Although…” Megumi slid his hands over Sukuna’s sides, down to his ass. When he spoke again, a smile was heard in his voice. “Most alphas wouldn’t take it in the ass just to prove it, I’ll give you that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Sukuna grumbled, yet he smiled.
“For what it’s worth, you seemed to like it.”
“I did. It was pretty damn good. Did you enjoy it?”
“I did.”
“Does that mean I get your number?” Sukuna pushed himself off the mattress to look over his shoulder. Megumi hesitated long enough to say something Sukuna was convinced he’d be turned down.
“Are you asking because you want to prove something?” Megumi finally asked.
“No. It’s because I’d like to see you again. Haven’t I earned it?” Sukuna grinned. The corners of Megumi’s lips twitched.
“I suppose you have.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”