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Two years.
Yuuji’s kept his little boyfriend a secret for two whole years. Sukuna doesn’t even know what the boy looks like but he assumes he’s either ugly or boring because why else would his brother be keeping the boy locked down under more security than the Declaration of Independence.
Yuuji claimed it was because the boy ‘wasn’t a fan of crowds’, ‘he's shy’, and ‘he’s antisocial’. If that was true, the boy wouldn't have chosen the hot bassist from a popular band to date, right?
Whatever, Sukuna didn’t really give a fuck about his little brothers weird relationship.
Apparently, the boy was coming to their show tonight with a friend. Finally. After two years.
Sukuna had entirely forgotten by the time their set ended though.
The crowd was still loud when Yuuji had launched off the stage. Sukuna figured he was escorting the boy and his friend backstage before the crowd started swarming.
Sukuna didn’t even have a chance to wipe the sweat from his eyes, not even a glance at the mystery boyfriend. Oh well.
Yuuji rarely ever stuck around for the public appearance part anyways. It was never really his thing.
Sukuna and Satoru though? They were made for this shit.
The barricade was swarmed the second they stepped off the stage. Security did their best to hold a majority of the fans back but some of them slipped through anyways, desperate to lay even a finger on the white haired singer or the sweat covered drummer.
Sukuna was still twirling his drumsticks when he stepped to the barrier, tossing them somewhere into the crowd and listening to the fans immediately start arguing over them.
Girls in tiny tops and fishnets pressed forward, Satoru flashed that cocky grin and posed with three at once while the fourth snapped a pic.
Sukuna didn’t smile as much but leaned into it anyways. his arm wrapped around a blonde with huge tits, palming over a brunettes ass on his other side.
Cameras flashed, they’d pulled on his shirt to the point where he just took it off and let them fight over it.
Nails dragged down Sukuna’s chest, the blonde nipped at his collarbone, some of the other bands from earlier had begun filtering from backstage and making their rounds too.
Someone palmed his cock through his pants and made him grunt in surprise.
They all had their picks of the groupies, having security escort them to the common room backstage where alcohol, girls, and various different drugs were already being passed around.
The common room was packed by the time the bands got back but Sukuna saw him immediately.
Yuuji’s boyfriend. Tucked against Yuuji’s side on one of the cracked leather couches.
Sukuna understood exactly why yuji had kept him hidden from the world.
The boy was fucking gorgeous. Prettier than any of the groupies in the packed room. Prettier than anyone Sukuna’s seen in a long long time. Those skimpy little black denim shorts did nothing to hide the black lace thong underneath, the tanktop was more holes than fabric, revealing a matching lace bralette underneath. Green eyes were lined black, mascara only slightly smudged from the heat of the room.
Yuuji didn’t deserve a piece of ass like that.
Sukuna didn’t just stare like a creep. he walked over and ruffled yuji’s hair “good set, bro.”
The blonde that had bitten him offered Sukuna a blunt, lighting it for him once it was between his lips.
He only took one hit and passed it along. Weed wasn’t his thing.
Yuuji just seemed to pull his boyfriend closer to his side “Megs, this is my brother, Sukuna. Sukuna, Megumi. and his friend, Kirara.”
Kirara gave a lazy salute with her red plastic cup from where she was perched on the lap of a blond dude from one of the other bands.
Hakari, if Sukuna recalled. The guitarist from Suguru‘s band.
Sukuna payed no attention to the friend.
His eyes dragged over Megumi instead “Megumi. Two years and Yuuji’s been gatekeeping you like a fucking dragon.”
Yuuji‘s laugh sounded a little forced “He’s not a big fan of crowds.”
Megumi stayed quiet but his eyes stayed locked onto sukuna, hand resting high on Yuuji’s thigh.
The groupies were getting louder. Satoru was sandwiched between two girls but was paying more attention to Suguru.
The blonde was practically attached to Sukuna’s side, the brunette thumbing at the waistband of his jeans.
Megumi seemed to be emboldened by the public affection heating up the room. He turned his face against Yuuji’s next to murmur something that made Yuuji’s face heat up.
“Not here,” Yuuji muttered “I’m not.. we don’t do that shit in front of everyone, baby.”
Megumi pulled back just enough to frown at yuji but his fingers inched higher on Yuuji’s thigh anyways.
Sukuna barely registered the girls at his sides anymore, exhaling smoke through his nose while he watched the couple.
“Thirsty?” Sukuna asked, holding up a bottle of whiskey.
Megumi reached forward with a low ‘thanks’ and tipped the bottle back for a shallow swallow before handing it back.
Sukuna took a sip of his own and plopped down onto the couch next to them, thigh pressing against his brothers.
He’d hauled the blonde along with him, the girl settling sideways in his lap and tracing the ink on Sukuna’s chest while the brunette perched on the arm rest and nuzzled his neck.
Yuuji shot his brother a look to which Sukuna gave a lazy grin.
“Yuuji..” Megumi turned back to his boyfriend, fingers trailing up to trace the collar of his shirt “C’mon, everyone else is having fun.. you looked so good on stage, let me—“
Yuuji was quick to catch Megumi’s wrist, ears pink “You know I don’t like doing this in front of everyone.. c’mon, Megs, I’ll take care of you later, okay?”
Megumi’s bottom lip pushed out in a real pout that actually made Sukuna’s cock twitch.
His brother is a fucking idiot.
“Damn, bro,” Sukuna drawled, hand smoothing along the blonde’s thigh “Two years with the hottest piece of ass in this fucking building and you’re acting like a prude at your own afterparty?” he tilted his head, eyes dragging over Megumi, that cute little pout, that tiny fucking waist.
Fuck, it was unfair.
“Look at him. Sitting there all pouty and worked up and you’re telling him to wait? stop being fucking lame, Yuuji.” The blonde giggled against Sukuna’s neck and rolled her hips in his lap. He couldn’t care less about this bitch.
Megumi’s pout faltered just long enough for Sukuna to notice the surprise that flickered across his face, his cheeks flushing from the attention.
Yuuji’s jaw clenched “Sukuna.“
“What?” Sukuna only grinned wider “I’m just saying. If I had someone looking at me like that, I wouldn’t be telling them ‘later.’” his gaze dropped to the straps of Megumi’s exposed thong then back up to those sharp green eyes “But hey, your call. Keep being the good boyfriend.”
The tension was thick. Sukuna thought Yuuji might choke on it.
Yuuji let out a groan, dragging a hand over his sweat slick face before he turned to Megumi “Let’s just get out of here, okay? im soaked, I need a shower, let’s just go back to the room and I’ll take care of you there. Please?”
Kirara suddenly perked up at the mention of leaving, Hakari was all but devouring her in their armchair just feet away “Come on, Megs, don’t leave! I’m having fun, you’re having fun. We can both leave together later if you want.”
Megumi was obviously torn between leaving with his boyfriend and staying to have fun with his best friend.
Yuuji looked to Sukuna.
Sukuna had to stop himself from lighting up like he’d been given the perfect opportunity “I’ll keep an eye on him.” He didn’t even bother looking at his brother when he said it, eyes locked onto Megumi “Go, shower. I’ve got him.”
Yuuji hesitated for only a second but pressed a kiss to Megumi’s pouting lips “Call me if you wanna leave early, okay? I’ll come get you.”
Megumi had his arms crossed over his chest, obviously a little irritated but dealing with it “okay.”
Yuuji didn’t linger around any longer, already heading out the door after saying a few goodbyes.
The second the door clicked shut behind him, Sukuna didn’t bother being subtle.
One hand patted the blonde’s thigh “Off.” She looked at him confused, pouting when she realized he was serious.
“Go. Both of you.” He gave them both a little push to get his point across.
The two groupies exchanged a curious glance but left Sukuna, wandering over to the other guys now.
Sukuna’s lap was suddenly empty, arm draped along the back of the couch, eyes locked on Megumi’s like the rest of the room had simply stopped existing.
“Come here.” Sukuna patted his thigh “Sit.”
Remember how Yuuji had said Megumi was antisocial? Yeah, that was bullshit because one second Megumi was looking towards the door where Yuuji had left and the next he was standing and lowering himself into Sukuna’s lap.
Megumi’s stacked bracelets jingled when he crossed his arms, thighs bracketing Sukuna’s hips.
It should've been illegal how fuckable Megumi looked like this.
Sukuna’s mouth curved into an exaggerated, mocking little pout of his own “Poor baby.” A hand slid to Megumi’s slim waist, the other gripping his hip to pull him closer “Boyfriend ditches you and now you’re all sad and pouty in my lap? That it?”
Megumi was tiny compared to Sukuna. All Sukuna had to do was slide his hand up and his fingers would easily touch around the boys waist.
Megumi narrowed his eyes and uncrossed his arms, dragging black painted nails over the ink on Sukuna’s chest “Shut up.” He muttered “You’re the one who told him to leave so don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.” He rolled his hips down, sliding his ass over the growing bulge in Sukuna’s pants “And stop looking so fucking smug about it.”
Well. Sukuna certainly didn’t expect the attitude.
Sukuna’s grip tightened where he held Megumi, his mocking pout shifting to a smirk “What? Just keeping an eye on you like I said I would. You like the attention.”
Sukuna saw how Kirara had looked over towards them and for a moment, he thought she was going to say something. she didn’t.
He hoped she got head tonight. Seriously. She deserved it for not cockblocking him right now.
Megumi rolled his eyes, fingers dragging over Sukuna’s collarbones now “You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s been staring at your brothers boyfriend.” He shifted in Sukuna’s lap “Maybe I just like putting you in your place.”
Putting Sukuna in his place, right. Because that’s what he’s doing.
Sukuna hands slid down to grab a handful of Megumi’s ass through the denim.
Don’t ask Sukuna the color of ANYTHING.
“Fuck,” He squeezed the soft flesh, testing how much there was to grab. Answer? Too much. “There’s no way Yuuji can handle all that. Built like this and he’s over there telling you to wait? What a fucking idiot.” He squeezed harder, pulling Megumi down firmer against his aching cock.
Megumi’s response wasn’t verbal.
The boy leaned in and licked a strip up the column of Sukuna’s sweat slicked throat, open mouthed kiss to his jaw, tugging at Sukuna’s ear piercings with his teeth before licking the shell.
“Big talk,” He breathed against Sukuna’s ear “For someone who waited two years before even meeting me.” He kissed right below Sukuna’s ear “At least Yuuji pretends to have some self control.”
Sukuna had kinda zoned out.
He heard what Megumi said, sure, but processing it? In one ear and out the other.
His hands were roaming. One stayed at Megumi’s ass because he was absolutely not letting go of that anytime soon, the other slid underneath the ripped tank, palm flat against Megumi’s back, sliding along his ribs, his waist. He savored the contrast of soft skin and firm muscle underneath his hands.
When Yuuji had told Sukuna that Megumi was shy, he believed him. Now? Sukuna realizes his brother had lied straight to his face.
Megumi was NOT shy. He’s a mouthy brat that just needs someone who knows how to handle him.
Sukuna knows he can handle Megumi.
He let Megumi talk his shit, enjoyed watching the way his mouth moved.
Sukuna finally broke out of his trance “Look at me.”
When Megumi didn’t pull his attention up immediately, Sukuna grabbed his jaw and tilted his face up and drank in every detail up close. The sharp cheekbones, the long lashes framing dark lined eyes, the plump lips.
Sukuna was starving and Megumi was a five star meal.
“Goddamn.” Sukuna murmured, voice low, his thumb pressed against Megumi’s lower lip “I knew you were pretty, but shit.. I can’t even blame Yuuji for hiding you, I wouldn’t let you out of the house either. you’re fucking perfect.”
Megumi opened his mouth to speak but whatever sharp comeback he had died on his tongue.
He’d always been used to Yuuji being reserved but Sukuna’s looking at him like nobody else is in the room and dropping filthy compliments like he’s trying to disarm Megumi.
It works. The open, hungry attention made Megumi’s poor little brain stutter, his cheeks burned hot, staring at Sukuna.
Hands stilled on Sukuna’s shoulders, his hips giving a tiny roll just to feel the hard length beneath him again. He really didn't know what the hell to say.
A satisfied smirk curved Sukuna’s mouth. He was impressed, really. He’d thought it’d take more than a few direct compliments and some firm hands to get Megumi to shut his mouth, now Megumi was quiet and pliant, eyes locked on Sukuna’s face like he didn’t know how to look anywhere else.
This is exactly how Sukuna wanted him.
“Mm,” Sukuna hummed, his hands continuing to map Megumi’s perfect body “That’s it, knew you could be good when you wanted to be.” His thumbs hooked into the belt loops of those skimpy shorts and tugged enough to show more of that thong “Look at you, all quiet and sweet now that someone’s touching you right.”
Megumi leaned forward without thinking, tongue dragging slowly over Sukuna’s bottom lip.
Sukuna grabbed a handful of hair before Megumi had a chance to pull away.
It turned nasty fast.
Sukuna licked into Megumi’s mouth, teeth catching on his lip, Megumi made a little noise that only encouraged Sukuna more.
Megumi’s hand tangled into Sukuna’s damp hair, the other cupping his face while he returned the messy kiss and rolled his hips down against Sukuna’s lap, craving the friction.
When Sukuna pulled back just enough to breathe, Megumi followed and spit directly into his mouth.
A low, rough groan escaped from Sukuna throat and he licked at Megumi’s lips, chasing more.
Sukuna hands dropped, gripping the crotch of those denim shorts and ripped them wide open, revealing the soaked through black lace underneath. He pulled the lace to the side like it was nothing more than an inconvenience (because it was) and dragged two fingers through the slick heat between Megumi’s legs.
Megumi’s breath hitched hard, his face burned with embarrassment. He hadn’t even realized how wet he was but the second he glanced down, his own slick was dripping down Sukuna’s hand.
“What a fucking mess,” Sukuna grinned against Megumi’s lips, fingers circling his clit before dipping down to press against his entrance without penetrating “You hear that?”
He rubbed slowly, letting the slick sounds fill the space between them, barely noticeable over the music and the other groupies having their own fun but undeniably there.
“Tell me how wet you are.” Sukuna ordered, dark eyes watching Megumi’s expressions “C’mon, wanna hear you say it.”
Megumi thought about holding out, seeing if Sukuna would just drop it and stop teasing him but megumi should’ve known better.
Sukuna always got what he wanted and right now, he wanted Megumi to admit how turned on he was.
The fingers kept moving, teasing, spreading Megumi’s slick around and making his clit throb.
“..I’m wet,” Megumi finally mumbled, face hot “You already know.. fuck—I’m so wet..”
Sukuna’s smirk only grew wider, pushing his fingers firmer against Megumi’s entrance “Huh? What was that, doll?”
Megumi hated being put on the spot. It was humiliating but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his pussy throb.
“..I’m dripping down your fingers..” Megumi’s voice was a little sharp with a hint of attitude coming back “You ripped my fucking shorts and now I’m soaked because you won’t stop touching me. Happy? that what you wanted to hear?”
Sukuna was having the time of his fucking life.
Megumi’s cute little attempt at having an attitude while he was dripping around Sukuna’s fingers, it was so perfect.
Without warning, Sukuna manhandled Megumi’s until the boy’s back was pressed against Sukuna’s bare chest. Sukuna hooked an arm underneath one of Megumi’s legs and pulled it up and out, spreading him wide while his other hand slid back between Megumi’s thighs, two fingers sliding in and immediately finding that spot that made Megumi’s toes curl.
Megumi made a strangled noise but didn’t fight it even if his pussy was on full display to everyone else in the room.
“Tight little thing.” Sukuna growled against the back of Megumi’s ear. His fingers began moving with purpose, fast, deliberate movements that curled up against that spot each time, palm grinding against Megumi’s clit with each motion “Let’s see if we can make this pretty cunt squirt. Think you can do that for me, doll?”
Megumi didn’t know if he could or not, didn’t want to risk opening his mouth and making another embarrassing noise, but he did know this position was mortifying and unfortunately, it was only making him wetter.
The boy’s hands moved up to cover his face, fingers splaying over his eyes like if he couldn’t see the people that were definitely staring now, they couldn’t see him.
Didn’t work. Obviously.
Megumi’s thighs trembled, soft little noises escaping from behind his hands, hips twitching into Sukuna’s touch despite the embarrassment.
Sukuna stayed focused but spared a laugh at the attempt to hide.
It didn’t take Megumi long at all.
He was already wound tight from the shameless attention and the public aspect, Sukuna’s godly fingers were just enough to push him over the edge.
Megumi lowered his hands slowly, seeing how the ripped shorts framed his cunt obscenely. His breathing turned ragged, he couldn’t stop his body from shaking in Sukuna’s hold.
Sukuna had finally shut up. Jaw tight, eyes locked onto where his fingers were slick and disappearing into Megumi’s pussy. He couldn’t be distracted by saying anything, just curled his fingers harder, chasing what made Megumi louder, what pulled more slick from his cunt, determined to push Megumi completely over the edge.
“S-Sukuna—! Wait, haah—!” Megumi didn’t have time to finish what he was saying before his body started locking up.
His hand flew to Sukuna’s forearm, pussy clenching tight as his orgasm was ripped out of him and he came with a noise that drew more attention towards them.
He actually squirted. It was sudden and messy, soaking sukuna’s hand, the torn denim of his shorts. Luckily, nobody was directly in the splash zone.
Sukuna had lit up like someone flipped his on switch “Fuuuck, yes, there we go. Such a good boy.” He pulled his fingers out just to slap Megumi’s soaked cunt, wet smacks that made more fluid spray out with each one.
He kept rubbing and slapping, completely locked in on the way Megumi was trembling and clinging to him.
The common room seemed to be escalating along with Sukuna and Megumi.
Satoru was between Suguru’s legs because of course he was. Every time they played at the same venue, Satoru just had to choke on Suguru’s cock at least once before they parted.
Sukuna should really start betting on them.
Kirara was receiving her well deserved head from Hakari. Good for her.
Sukuna would have to remember to thank Hakari later but right now, he was busy.
He hooked both hands under Megumi’s thighs, lifted him just long enough for Sukuna to stand, before turning and dropping him back onto the couch with a soft ‘oof’.
The sight of megumi’s pussy all slick and swollen almost made Sukuna delirious. He couldn’t get his cock out fast enough.
He was already painfully hard when he settled between Megumi’s legs.
Megumi was still catching his breath when he looked up at Sukuna “You better pull out..”
Yeah, right. Sukuna’s pullout game was shit.
If Megumi had known Sukuna longer, he probably wouldn’t let him anywhere near his cunt without a condom.
Sukuna gave an amused smirk, tapping the fat head of his cock against Megumi’s sensitive clit, drinking in the way Megumi’s hips twitched each time “You’re gonna let me fuck this filthy cunt but I gotta be good and pull out? That it?”
Megumi’s nod was cut short by Sukuna pushing that thick cock inside of him. His pussy was still sensitive and puffy from the squirting and Sukuna’s cock forced his walls to accommodate to his size.
”H-Hey—! Fuck!” Megumi gasped loudly, Sukuna’s hands on his thighs kept him spread wide even when Megumi tried to arch away from the brutal pressure against his cervix when he bottomed out.
Hands shoved hard at Sukuna’s chest but the man didn’t budge, overwhelmed little noises escaping from Megumi’s parted lips “Slow down! Sukuna—!”
When Sukuna made no effort to pull back even an inch, Megumi slapped him. Once across the chest, then again, harder, shoving his face away with both hands.
It didn’t matter. Sukuna took everything megumi had to give with a delighted grin, cock twitching inside that tight, soaked heat.
“You didn’t even— warn me—!” Megumi whined, walls clenched tight around the intrusion “Ah! That’s my cervix, you dick—!”
Sukuna let Megumi throw his little tantrum for a few seconds before grabbing both of Megumi’s wrists in one of his hands and pinning them above his head against the cushions.
“Enough.” Sukuna growled, his free hand keeping Megumi’s hips in place “Stop freaking the fuck out. You’re fine.”
Megumi tested the grip but didn’t struggle against it, still glaring up at Sukuna with flushed cheeks and that fuckable pout.
“Breath, doll. Gotta relax, youre too fucking tight.” Sukuna‘s breathing was a little rough with the effort of holding himself back from completely ruining Megumi wether he liked it or not, hips flush against Megumi’s for what felt like forever.
“You’re such a fucking asshole..” Megumi mumbled, jaw tight.
Sukuna cock didn’t fit comfortably. It stretched Megumi beyond what he thought was his limit and hit every spot that he didn’t even know he had.
Then Sukuna moved. It wasn’t much, just out a few inches then slowly back in, pulling a strangled noise from Megumi.
It took actual effort for Sukuna to move because Megumi was so tight. A couple strokes and Sukuna could cum in that delicious heat if he didn’t keep himself in check.
The initial burn faded as Sukuna kept his strokes slow and steady, Megumi’s brain quickly became fuzzy, more slick gushing around Sukuna’s cock each time he bottomed out.
Megumi stopped bracing and started yielding.
A shaky breath fell from his lips with each movement of Sukuna’s cock inside him. The discomfort was still there but drowned out by how fucking full he felt.
When Sukuna finally let go of his hands, Megumi gripped whatever he could hold on to. One hand at Sukuna’s forearm, the other at his shoulder.
Sukuna stayed quiet for a while, watching the way Megumi’s face shifted from discomfort to pleasure, feeling how Megumi’s cunt fluttered around his cock.
“Yeah... There we go,” Sukuna muttered, licking his lips “That’s right, don’t fight me. Knew this greedy cunt could take it.”
The common room was still buzzing around them, a few people watched, most busy with their own doings but sukuna was dialed in on the way Megumi’s eyes fluttered when he hit his cervix again.
Sukuna gave him maybe thirty seconds to adjust before he shifted positions.
He pulled back until just the head remained inside, making Megumi whine at the loss of fullness. His hands found Megumi’s waist and lifted his bottom half completely off the cushions.
Sukuna was right, his fingers can touch around Megumi’s waist.
He slammed back in without mercy, the force knocking the breath from Megumi’s lungs.
For a few seconds, Megumi didn’t make a sound. His eyes were rolled back, mouth open in a silent gasp from the new angle. Sukuna’s thrusts were punishing and Megumi’s mind went completely blank.
The sounds, when they finally came, were just short of screams that Megumi couldn’t control.
His body kept jolting with each thrust, the wet noises of skin meeting skin shouldve made Megumi embarrassed but his mind was full of Sukuna.
Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna.
He felt like his brain was melting.
When Sukuna’s cock started driving into that spot that made Megumi’s belly bulge, his moans turned into frantic, babbling cries.
“Yes, fuck, yes— oh my god, yesyesyes, Sukuna fuck—!” the boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Sukuna’s pace didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, fingers clawing at Sukuna’s thighs, his ass, his arms, anything Megumi could sink his nails into.
The louder Megumi got, the rougher Sukuna fucked him and Sukuna just savored that fucked out look on Megumi’s face with satisfied eyes.
Megumi’s screams blended with the rest of the noise in the room but it was the only noise worth listening to for Sukuna.
Sukuna isn’t sure what did it for Megumi. Maybe it was the brutal pace or the way he kept nailing his cervix but Megumi’s eyes went glassy and unfocused and the boy started.. giggling?
Sukuna had fucked a lot of people in his days but none that started laughing while he was buried inside them.
It was soft at first then it got louder, broken little giggles that slipped between the filthy moans, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, body completely limp in Sukuna’s hold.
Sweat dripped down Sukuna’s body, stinging his eyes, making his hold on Megumi’s waist unsteady but Sukuna wouldn’t dare stop to get a better grip. He simply adjusted, fueled only by the fucked out expression on Megumi’s face and the scorching heat enveloping his cock.
He leaned in closer over the boy “You still want me to pull out, doll?”
Megumi’s head lolled towards Sukuna’s voice, his answer came immediately “No—no, no, inside, I want it— stay inside please, ‘kuna—“
He was so far gone that he probably would’ve agreed to anything. hHe was delirious. Anything that would keep that cock inside him longer, you’d better believe Megumi was agreeing to it.
Sukuna couldn’t stop the feral grin that spread to his face.
But, his hands were slipping.
He adjusted quickly, hooking one arm below Megumi’s lower back, his other bracing on the armrest above Megumi’s head for leverage.
“Tell me something,” Sukuna’s hips kept snapping forward “Is my cock better than Yuuji’s?”
Megumi’s head nodded, drool making his lips shiny “Yes, ‘s so good—so big, hits so deep— ‘s better..”
“Yeah?” Sukuna taunted, slowing just enough to grind deep when his voice came deceptively casual “You gonna leave him for me then?”
Bait, obviously. Sukuna knew he was gonna say yes, knew Megumi was too far gone to say anything Sukuna didn’t want to hear.
Of course, Sukuna was right.
“Yes, I’ll leave him— for you— just keep fucking me, please—!” The words just tumbled out, shaky legs making an attempt to wrap around Sukuna’s waist.
Sukuna just laughed “Fuck, you’re a mess. Aren’t you, doll?”
He was loving every second of Megumi’s reactions but, fuck, he seriously needed to give his arms a break.
In one fluid motion, Sukuna pulled Megumi up off the couch just long enough for him to sit down, settling Megumi right back on his cock.
His arms were burning but he still did the work for the first minute or two. Megumi had barely processed the shift in positions so Sukuna used him like a toy until Megumi’s brain caught up.
When Megumi started chasing it on his own, lifting and dropping himself back down onto Sukuna’s cock, searching for that brutal pace again, Sukuna let go.
He just leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms behind his head and watched.
Megumi’s hands braced on Sukuna’s bare chest, nails digging into sweat soaked skin, fucking himself down on Sukuna’s cock with bounces that tried to match Sukuna’s former rhythm.
He was eager but sloppy, tears streaming down his face. Truly a fucking mess.
“Look at you,” Sukuna might as well have been drunk off the sight alone, ignoring how fast his own orgasm was building “Yuuji doesn’t deserve you.. But, me? I’ll show you off, you know that? Gonna take you everywhere with me.”
Sukuna’s hands moved to rest lightly on Megumi’s hips, slowly trailing up his ribs then back down to do it over again.
“This cunt deserves to be worshipped,” Sukuna hummed, watching as Megumi just nodded along, agreeing to whatever left Sukuna’s mouth “Gonna treat it better than he ever did. Fuck you just like this every night, keep you nice and full.”
Megumi had lost the ability to make any noises that required effort. His little voice was raw, only providing weak whimpers and heavy breathing.
Sukuna’s hand dropped, thumb smoothing over megumi’s swollen clit, not giving any real friction, just admiring “God.. You’re perfect.”
Megumi’s moments faltered until they stopped altogether “please—I can’t.. cum inside me, please, just fuck me—I can’t move anymore—“
Thank god, Sukuna didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.
“Of course you can’t.” He hummed “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll take care of you.”
Sukuna braced his boots flat on the floor, wrapped both arms around Megumi’s waist in a firm bear hug and lifted him just enough to take control.
With the last bit of composure that Sukuna had left, he fucked up into Megumi with intense precision, Megumi’s slick dripping down Sukuna’s balls, splattering each time they connected.
Megumi just kept his arms wrapped around Sukuna’s neck, face buried against his shoulder and took everything Sukuna gave him. His entire body shook violently in Sukuna’s hold, tears streaming down his face as his orgasm finally ripped through him.
The trembling scream that followed stole the last bit of energy from Megumi’s exhausted body.
Sukuna was panting now as he forced himself to keep fucking into that squirting pussy even while Megumi’s walls were clenched so tight it made pulling out a challenge.
With one last thrust, Sukuna buried his cock as far as it could go and flooded Megumi’s cunt until it leaked out around his cock, mixing with the slick and soaking into his jeans.
Sukuna could’ve died right now with no regrets.
The both of them sat breathing heavily for what felt like an eternity but was actually just a few minutes, Sukuna pressing open mouthed kisses against Megumi’s neck, his shoulder, his jawline, any exposed skin he could reach without putting in any real effort.
Neither of them had noticed Kirara who had come over, leaning against the back of the couch, still a little flushed from her own activities, peering down at Megumi.
She must have thought Megumi was unconscious because the boy wasn’t moving an inch.
Her brows pulled together, reaching down to brush megumi’s hair off his forehead “Megs? You still with us?”
When Megumi lifted his head just enough to look over Sukuna’s shoulder, Kirara’s eyebrows lifted in relief and she thumbed away some of the tears that continued to fall from Megumi’s eyes “Jesus, thought he knocked you out for a second. You good, babe?”
Megumi made a soft noise and pressed his face against Sukuna’s neck again.
Sukuna didn’t move much, just tilted his head enough to give a lazy smirk, obviously too relaxed to be bothered to move right now “He’s fine, just a little cockdrunk. Give him a minute.”
“Uh huh.” Kirara rolled her eyes at him and smacked the back of his head lightly, her other hand stayed in Megumi’s hair, petting lightly. “Don’t be such a creep.”
Sukuna laughed and shifted Megumi, softening cock still buried inside him. “Relax, I’ve got him.”
“Yeah,” Kirara huffed, scratching at Sukuna’s scalp lightly with her long nails “I know you do.”
Sukuna gave a content little hum and let her do whatever, fingers tracing up and down Megumi’s spine.