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“Fuck, fuck, ungh—”
Fushiguro Megumi’s voice is anything but quiet, his breathing is ragged, and the door is most definitely not closed.
Itadori Yuuji stands there, knuckles white as he grips the doorway, frozen at the sight before him. Never did he ever think that he would see his best friend in this position.
Megumi is lying on his bed, propped up on his elbows and three fingers deep in his own ass, mouth lolled open and drool dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest. His eyes are closed, his long, dark lashes fanning over his cheeks and his brows are furrowed. His cock is red with arousal, shining with precome and it bobs up and down occasionally with each time that Megumi’s abdomen tenses up. He still doesn’t seem to have noticed Yuuji standing there, too caught up in fucking himself for anything to catch his attention.
“Su—ungh—Sukuna!”
Yuuji can feel the heat rise up his neck as he continues to stand there, still not quite sure he understands what’s going on, and he can feel the tugging in the flesh of his cheek as Sukuna’s mouth forms. The deep timbre of Sukuna’s voice fills the room as he speaks.
“Step down, brat, I’m going to take care of this.”
The last thing Itadori Yuuji sees before he goes under is the sight of Megumi’s eyes wide open, his cheeks flushed, cum spurting onto his stomach as he looks straight at Yuuji, but there’s a satisfied look in Megumi’s eyes, like this was what he had been trying to do the whole time.
“Ungh, fuck, fuck,” Megumi gasps, face pressed into the mattress, ass in the air. His legs are shaking, and he’s struggling to hold himself up. He’s convinced that the only reason he hasn’t collapsed onto the bed is because Sukuna has a hold on his thighs as he fucks his tongue in and out of Megumi’s hole.
“You’re absolutely precious,” Sukuna murmurs, mocking, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against Megumi’s skin as he sponges wet kisses along his inner thigh. Megumi hates that he can hear the amusement in the other man’s voice because it’s humiliating how utterly wrecked he is for him.
The curse slips two fingers in, curling them just so and rubbing against a spot that has Megumi keening, eyes fluttering shut at the blinding pleasure that washes over him. Sukuna is relentless, the steady pressure building and the pleasure is threatening to snap inside of Megumi.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Sukuna says, and sounds beyond condescending, yet Megumi can feel his cheeks get hot at the praise and he hates himself for it. “You think you can come again for me?” He’s phrasing it like a question but Megumi knows that he doesn’t actually have much of a choice. Not that he would ever say no to Sukuna in the first place.
Megumi doesn’t even get a chance to answer, because Sukuna’s fingers are thrusting in and out of his tight heat as he takes Megumi’s neglected cock in his hand and begins to stroke it in sync. The obscene shlick, shlick sound of the strokes causes Megumi to go lightheaded, his mouth lolling open in a moan punctuated by labored breathing. He feels the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes as his fists clenched the sheets like a lifeline.
“Fu—ungh—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Megumi sobs, almost like a chant, his words slurring together. He’s the image of fucked out, his jaw slack and drool glistening on his chin and dripping onto his chest, his breathing ragged. His eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed and wet with tears, lips glistening with spit and the heat of humiliation keeps rising up his neck in waves.
“You were already coming before I took over,” Sukuna says, and he pulls away, pushing Megumi onto his back instead, a wide, cocky grin forming as he takes in the sight. “Did seeing him watch you touch yourself push you over the edge? Did letting your best friend see you fuck yourself make you feel like the dirty little slut that you are, hm?”
Megumi only whimpers in response, tear-soaked lashes spiky and splayed out over his cheeks as he just lays there and takes whatever Sukuna does to him because—
“You were fucking made for this,” Sukuna drawls, and he laughs, the husky sound of it stirring up something deep in Megumi’s belly. “You were laying there, fucking yourself on your own fingers and moaning my name like that’s the only thing you know how to say,” Sukuna says lowly into the crook of Megumi’s neck, licking a stripe up the side and scraping his teeth against the spot below Megumi’s ear, fingers thrusting in and out of his hole. “How could I pass up another chance to use you and play with you like the toy that you are?
“Fu—ungh—fuck you,” Megumi manages to grit out, sucking in a sharp breath as Sukuna begins to mouth at his chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud.
“Did your fingers feel as good as mine? Did they make you feel full like my cock does?” This comes out as a hiss, the cruel satisfaction that colors Sukuna’s voice sends Megumi’s thoughts spiralling as the wet shlick, shlick, shlick sound starts up again as he resumes the stroking of his cock at a pace that has his breath stuttering.
“You’ve already came twice and I haven’t even fucked you yet, princess.”
Megumi’s brain short-circuits at this, his body shuddering as he comes all over himself and sends stripes of white all over his and Sukuna’s stomachs. The curse sneers, sitting back and leaning on his hands, surveying the way Megumi lies there, breathing ragged as he comes down from his release with vague interest. Megumi props himself up on his elbows and watches as Sukuna takes his fingers and runs it through the cum on his own abs, pulling his fingers apart and watching as the fluid stretches between them, and his sneer turns into a smirk as he watches the flush rise high on Megumi’s cheeks.
“Come here,” Sukuna says, eyes glinting with something like amusement as Megumi glares at him, but does as he’s told anyways, crawling forward.
Sukuna presses his fingers to the seam of Megumi’s lips, watching as the boy laps up his own cum, sucking around the digits and swirling his tongue around them. The curse begins to slide his fingers in and out of his mouth, looking as if he is fascinated at the sight of Megumi’s pretty lips wrapped around him. He presses down harshly on Megumi’s tongue towards the back and the boy barely reacts, just moans loudly around the digits.
When he pulls off, a bead of saliva runs down Sukuna’s knuckles and into the webbing between fingers. He grips Megumi’s jaw in his hand, before he leans in for a bruising kiss and biting his lower lip hard enough to draw some blood, enjoying the sight of the crimson shining in the nearly fluorescent lighting. Megumi gasps when Sukuna sucks harshly on his lip, tasting the metallic saltiness.
When Sukuna pulls away, he glances down at the cum on his abs that has begun to dry, raising his eyebrows. “Clean it up.” Sukuna leans back so he’s propped on his elbows, looking every bit the King of Curses that he is, arrogant and entitled and utterly breathtaking and Megumi hates everything about him.
And still, he leans down and begins to lick along the ridges of hard muscle on Sukuna’s abdomen, tongue running over the black markings and sponging wet kisses along the skin there. The curse places a hand on the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair, almost gently, and for a moment Megumi finds himself leaning into the touch, before Sukuna yanks, hard.
Megumi shifts so he’s on Sukuna’s lap, straddling his thighs, his neck bared as his head is held back. Sukuna begins to kiss along his throat, sucking harshly at his Adam’s apple and scraping his teeth over the flesh, causing the boy to suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.
Sukuna’s cock is hard, straining in the pants he’s wearing and in the position that Megumi is in, it’s lined up and nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. He tries to subtly shift, grinding for the friction because he feels so empty without the curse’s fingers. Megumi shifts a little again as Sukuna mouths at his collarbones and leaves damage in his wake.
“Oh, little shaman, did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Sukuna chuckles, sounding oh so condescending, as if speaking to a child. Megumi can feel the flush that travels over his body, the heat that travels up his neck. Sukuna leans back on his hands and smirks, scarlet eyes flashing with amusement. “Go ahead then, use me for once, like how I use you, my cute little shaman toy.”
Megumi can feel the searing burn of humiliation and he shakes his head in refusal, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and winces, lip still tender from the way Sukuna had bitten it. “Fuck you.”
“No?” Sukuna sounds interested in this, and he laughs, delighted at this new development. “All the more reason for me to make you.”
Something about the idea of lowering himself to grind against Sukuna like a fucking dog is more humiliating than anything else he can think of. He’d rather die, and yet he can’t deny the instinct to rock back and forth, not when Sukuna’s cock is lined up so perfectly, not when he’s desperate to come again, desperate to feel good and desperate to also make Sukuna feel good. He hates Sukuna, despises him, but there’s also an insistent urge that he has to please the curse, to be good for the curse, to be absolutely perfect for him.
This line of thought is interrupted by the piercing pressure of Sukuna’s sharp black nails digging into the flesh of his hips, dragging them back and forth and forcing him to grind against his lap. Megumi’s jaw goes slack at the sensation, gasping because the friction is just so good. His cock is beginning to fill again, the feeling of the fabric and waistband of Sukuna’s pants against the head has him desperate to move even faster, to chase his next orgasm. Megumi reaches down to wrap a hand around himself, but Sukuna smacks his hand away, cruel eyes flashing.
“You’re going to come like this or not at all,” Sukuna says, his voice low, tinged with cruelty and amusement and Megumi can feel the tears prick at his eyes again because he feels the tug of desperation, and the temptation to go against him is strong, but not enough to trump his desire to be obey. “You can be a good little shaman and come untouched, right? Think you can do that for me?”
The mocking tone sends Megumi’s brain into a cloudy state of blankness, as if he’s finally gone under.
“Go on, Fushiguro, show me you can be good and come like this,” Sukuna says, and he sounds bored this time, removing his hands from Megumi’s hips and leaning back on them again expressionless, like he’s sitting back and waiting for the show to start.
When Megumi closes his eyes he can feel the tears that had been building up begin to leak, running down his face as he begins to rock his hips back and forth again. He can hear Sukuna chuckle quietly, so he blinks open his eyes to be met with Sukuna’s wide, amused grin.
“Oh, angel,” Sukuna says, reaching up a hand to grip his jaw and turn his face from side to side, as if to get a good look. “You’re such a pretty crier.”
The curse releases Megumi’s jaw and looks as if he’s contemplating something, his expression thoughtful as he watches Megumi grind against him desperately, as if that’s the only thing the shaman knows how to do. Sukuna holds up a hand, and he doesn’t even have to say anything before Megumi halts his movements, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Think it’s finally my turn to use my shaman toy,” Sukuna says loftily, pushing Megumi off of his lap. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Sukuna finds it adorable that Fushiguro continues to try and fight himself, tries to fight his instincts to submit. He surveys the boy, watches the way he clenches his fists on top of his thighs, can practically see the internal battle in his facial expression, his pretty face marred by the furrow of his brow. Sukuna chuckles, sitting up to lift Fushiguro’s chin with his fingertips.
“It’s okay to want to be good for me, you know,” Sukuna murmurs, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it down and releasing it with a pop. “You don’t have to fight it. I’ll take care of you.”
The boy’s cheeks are dusted with pink and he’s looking at Sukuna through his long lashes, and for a moment Sukuna is frozen in awe.
Fushiguro Megumi is pretty and he’s powerful and he’s everything. He’s perfect and there is nothing Ryoumen Sukuna wants to do more than ruin him.
Fushiguro is crying.
Sukuna watches in a pleasure-filled haze, admiring the way the lighting illuminates the tears streaming down the shaman’s face, feeling almost drunk with the way Fushiguro’s mouth feels around him, wet and hot, and so, so, good.
He pulls out for a moment, enjoying the way the strings of spit and precum connect the pretty boy’s mouth to his cock. Fushiguro wipes at his eyes with the backs of his hands, sniffling a little as he directs a reproachful look at the curse. “Why’d you stop?”
Sukuna leans in for a dirty kiss with spit and tongues sliding against one another, bittersweet with his own precum. Fushiguro moans into his mouth, hands going to grip his shoulder and to cup the nape of his neck. He pulls away abruptly, and the boy chases after him, cheeks flushing even more when he realizes what he’s doing.
“You’re so cute, sweetheart,” Sukuna says quietly, and he gets up on his knees, using his fingertips to lift Fushiguro’s face, but instead of looking up at him, he glances to the side, fists clenching the sheets, like his one action of rebellion, even though he’s been so good so far, taking Sukuna’s cock so well like the obedient hole he is.
Fushiguro sniffles, and Sukuna feels a rush of unfamiliar endearment. Sukuna smears the drool on his chin, onto his cheek, chuckling at the way the boy leans into his touch, even while avoiding his gaze.
“Hey, angel, you should look at someone when they’re fucking talking to you,” Sukuna’s voice is soft, contrasting the way his grip on Fushiguro’s jaw has become harsh, and he can tell it aches, because the boy winces.
There’s also the fact that Fushiguro had his mouth fucked relentlessly, Sukuna recalls fondly.
“Open your mouth and look at me.”
Fushiguro finally lifts his gaze to lock with Sukuna’s, lips parting and watching in awe as the curse leans down and lets a glob of spit fall from his mouth and onto Fushiguro’s tongue.
The little shaman moans loudly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment like he’s savoring the taste, and Sukuna can feel the arousal from the sight causing some precum to bead at the head of his cock. He leans down to kiss Fushiguro again, and the boy kisses him back like he’s trying to steal the very air from Sukuna’s lungs, desperate, deep, their tongues slick against each other. Sukuna pulls away and Fushiguro lets out a sound that sounds something like a whine, sending the curse a glare.
“You can’t keep making me want you and then pull away every time,” Fushiguro says, bitterness coloring his voice, like it’s taking everything in him to allow himself to say this out loud.
“Oh, I can’t?” Sukuna asks, amused. “Well, what can I do then, little shaman?”
Fushiguro gets on his hands and knees, putting himself on display, showing Sukuna his pink, puffy hole, barely recovered from the way Sukuna had been abusing it with his fingers earlier. He looks over his shoulder and glares at him fiercely—so fiercely that Sukuna raises his eyebrows.
“You can fuck me,” Fushiguro spits, and he reaches back with a hand, pulling on one ass cheek like an invitation. He sniffles, as if using the action to give himself a moment to think. “Use me however you want.”
Sukuna presses his cock into Megumi without warning, presses in to the hilt. He doesn’t even give him any time to adjust, just begins to thrust at a pace that has Megumi’s mouth dropping open in a silent moan. He screws his eyes shut, trying to find a coherent thought that doesn’t involve how good he feels with Sukuna inside him. He fails.
“You’re so good like this,” Sukuna grunts, slapping Megumi’s ass. He hears himself gasp, a drawn out moan following it. The sharp sting is almost enough to ground him . “You’re so good for me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ungh—”
Something about the praise from Sukuna is so good, sends a sensation akin to pride through him like a fucking dog being praised for a trick and he can’t stand himself for basking in it.Megumi starts to sob, unable to suppress the sound, each one punctuated by a ragged moan and he’s holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. Sukuna is fucking him at pace that feels like both a punishment and a reward and Megumi is grateful for both.
And so when Sukuna pulls out, Megumi can’t help the deep feeling of disappointment, the noise of protest that escapes his lips, only for him to be pushed roughly over and onto his back instead.
“I want to see you,” Sukuna rasps, leaning down and hiking one of Megumi’s legs over his shoulder. He pushes his cock in again, and this time the angle is so, so good. “I want to see that pretty face of yours while I use you, angel.”
“Y-you think I’m pretty?” Megumi manages to get the words out between each stuttered breath he takes, feeling pathetic for asking this, especially when he already knows he’s pretty, already knew before Sukuna came into the picture. But something about hearing it from the King of Curses does something, scratches some praise-starved itch in his stupid little head and he needs to hear it from him.
“Oh, princess, you’re the prettiest,” Sukuna laughs, and he sounds so condescending and yet Megumi shivers, feeling a hot flush rise up body. “You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your ass.” He sneers, reaching down with his hand to roll a nipple between his fingers and Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Do I make you feel pretty, huh? Does being used actually make you feel pretty instead of the dirty slut that you are?”
Megumi begins to cry in earnest again, hoping it covers up the drawn-out moan he lets out, because there is one thing that he secretly likes almost as much as being called pretty by Sukuna.
“You’re my dirty little slut and mine to use alone, you understand?” Sukuna has leaned down to say this directly into Megumi’s ear, the combination of the deep timbre of his voice and the heat of his hot breath on his skin has his eyes rolling back into his head, so overwhelmed with arousal that he can barely form a coherent thought.
“Ungh, ungh, fuuuuu—” It feels as if Sukuna has begun thrusting even harder, faster, than before if that was even possible, Megumi’s moans accompanying each slap of skin.
“Say it for me, princess,” Sukuna’s voice is sickly saccharine sweet, contrasting the way his nails dig into Megumi’s hips where he’s holding him down to prevent him from sliding up the bed from the force of his fucking. “Whose are you?”
Megumi can barely breath, let alone speak properly at this point, his brain so clouded that he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to do what’s asked of him. Sukuna smacks his hip, the sting of the impact sharpening his mind if only for a second.
“Y-yours, yours, yours,” he cries out, and it’s at that moment that Sukuna decides to wrap his hand around Megumi’s neglected cock, which has been leaking precum pathetically all over his lower stomach, and begins to jerk him off, almost in time with his thrusts. The sticky, wet, shlick, shlick, sounds are back, and Megumi goes lightheaded.
“My what? Tell me what you are,” Sukuna demands, and he sounds almost affected as Megumi feels, masked only by his controlled breathing. But Megumi knows better, knows Sukuna well enough by now with the few times they’ve done this, each time better than the last.
“Your dirty slut!” Megumi wails, tears flowing down his face and into his mouth as he speaks, as he struggles to breathe, because there’s no kind of control that he can exercise right now, not when Sukuna is fucking him so well, using him so well that all he can think about is his release, all he can think about is being good for him.
Sukuna removes his hand from Megumi’s cock and pushes two sticky fingers into Megumi’s mouth, making him taste his own precum and he moans around the digits, grateful for something else to focus on. “Always needing something to fill you up, huh? Always needing something of mine in your mouth to remind you of your place?”
All Megumi can do is nod, eyes blurry with tears as he just takes it, takes all of it, because that’s what being good for Sukuna means. He may be one of the strongest first years in terms of power and ability, but here, it means nothing, not with the King of Curses’ cock in his ass and his fingers in his mouth.
Sukuna removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, the slide of it against Megumi’s hot and wet, the kiss bruising and robbing Megumi of all his breath and all of his sanity and he can’t bring himself to care.
The pleasure has been steadily building deep in Megumi’s belly since they started, and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to last. His mouth drops open when Sukuna pushes in a finger alongside his cock, the extra stretch making his eyes flutter shut and his brows furrow again. Sukuna laughs, amused, thoroughly entertained by all of this, as if his own pleasure isn’t part of the endgame as well, like this whole thing has just been for the purpose of playing around, solely for his amusement.
Sukuna changes the angle of his hips as he thrusts and there’s suddenly direct contact with Megumi’s prostate, and he can feel himself clench around Sukuna as his vision goes absolutely white.
“Gonna come, need to come, need to come,” Megumi pants, and he’s not even sure if he’s being coherent enough to be understood at this point, because he can hardly think of anything except how close he is, how much he needs this. Sukuna looks thoughtful, as if this is something he has to consider carefully as his cock pistons in and out of Megumi’s ass at a punishing, almost unbearable pace, and it’s a miracle that he’s lasted this long.
“What about me?” Sukuna asks, and it’s the first time that his breath has stuttered even slightly, and there’s a small part of Megumi that feels some pride at being able to affect Sukuna in some way, even if it’s minute. “Don’t you think I should come first? Since I’m the one using you.”
“C-come inside,” Megumi manages to say between breaths, already shivering at the image in his mind of Sukuna pumping him full of cum, the image of it slipping from his hole when Sukuna pulls out. His imagination is almost enough for him to come right then, but his practiced control comes in handy at this moment. “Want your cum inside.”
“Fuck,” Sukuna hisses, picking up the pace of his thrusts again, having slowed down before so he could focus on taunting Megumi. “Fuck, you’re so good for me, wanting me to breed you, is that what it is, angel? You want me to breed you?”
Megumi’s eyes screw shut as heat rises up his body again, the humiliation almost too much, but not enough to overcome his need to come. And so he opens his eyes and meets Sukuna’s crimson gaze, jaw slack from the pleasure that just continues to build until it threatens to snap.
“Please, please, please,” Megumi begs, like a mantra, a prayer, and he can hear the desperation in his own voice, the hysteric rise in octave.
Sukuna groans, his eyes shutting as his release fills Megumi and he feels so sated even though he hasn’t even come yet himself. But there comes a moment when his own control threatens to snap, when he thinks he’s about to lose the control that he’s been so desperately holding onto since they started.
Megumi’s eyes widen as Sukuna wraps a hand around his throat, breath freezing and head going deliciously fuzzy as he squeezes the sides. Sukuna leans down, lips brushing the shell of Megumi’s ear, teeth lightly scraping at his lobe as he tightens his grip slightly and whispers, “Come for me, baby.”
Megumi gasps harshly, his vision going white as his orgasm surges through him like nothing else he’s felt before, and Sukuna lets go of his throat, both hands going to pin Megumi’s wrists to the bed as he fucks him through it, hand going to wrap around Megumi’s cock to milk him through it.
“Look at you, so pretty while you come,” Sukuna breathes, “So good for me. You’ve been so good, angel.”
Megumi is crying as he comes down, babbling incoherently as he lies there. Eventually, Sukuna pulls out despite the shaman’s protests, whining at the sensation of the cum slipping out of his ass and pooling beneath him on the bed, even as he begins to drift off. Sukuna leans down and picks up a discarded shirt from the floor, using it to clean Megumi off. He struggles to keep his eyes open, but the last thing he hears is Sukuna’s voice calling for Yuuji.
outtake
“WHY IS THERE CUM ON MY FUCKING SHIRT.”
Megumi wishes Yuuji would stop yelling.