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Sukuna met his first love when he was around seven years old when he got a new babysitter after the previous one quit their job. It was one of many that had done the same thing in a short period of time. Sukuna was quite a wild child, to say the least, constantly challenging and agitating every single adult he met, and no one could blame the sitters for giving up. It was a typical thing, he wanted to see if they could handle it, if they could handle him, stay by his side despite him being a small devil. If they would love him even at his worst.
Back then, he was of course not aware that it was what he was doing. He was a child, acting on whims, instincts. And they all left, sooner or later. Fushiguro Megumi was the first one that pushed through. He was the one that proved Sukuna wrong. With the patience of an angel, his soft voice was able to calm the roaring storms inside the very young Sukuna, and Sukuna’s adoration for Megumi grew fast and became tremendous.
It took Sukuna a while to understand that Megumi was his first love in some form. He asked Megumi about it once. He was around twelve when he told Megumi that he thought he might be in love with him, and Megumi had smiled, said that he was flattered in that way adults probably always did when close-to-teens confessed such a thing. When Megumi proceeded to jokingly tell Sukuna that he however already was taken, flames of jealousy burned hot and heavy in Sukuna’s chest. It is to this day one of the rawest emotions Sukuna has ever felt in his life.
Megumi ended up being his sitter for nearly six years, until Sukuna got big enough to be home alone while his father worked his many late nights at the office. Megumi hugged Sukuna good-bye his last day, a rare thing for him to do as he was not a very touchy person by nature, and then he was gone. Sukuna refused to talk to his father for days after that.
The now nineteen-year-old Sukuna cringes when thinking back on how clingy he had been, but he really thought he had been robbed of something precious, his first taste of raw betrayal. Eventually, it faded and while the memory of Megumi is one of his favorites, he rarely thinks about it nowadays, especially not since becoming an adult. There are other things on his mind.
Sukuna never expected that he would go to college. It is surprising enough that he made it through school at all. But there he is now, seated in the far back in the lecture hall, waiting for the teacher to arrive, somewhat ready for his first lecture to begin. It is already getting warm in there, so he pulls off his hoodie and puts it at the seat next to his. It doesn’t seem like anyone is coming to join him in the back either way. Perhaps his inked face is scaring them off.
It is not like he minds; he is here to try and make it through school. He has plenty of friends outside of this and is not looking to find new one’s either since they are probably not going to be his type, either way. Glancing around, he quickly decides that they definitely aren’t.
The door to the lecture hall opens right on time. Sukuna can actually feel the jump his heart makes in his chest as a very familiar man walks inside and heads over to the desk in front of the large whiteboard attached to the wall. Subconsciously, Sukuna leans forward in his chair. A scorching heat is building in his hands, making them slippery.
Oh, hell
It should be impossible to see the green in Megumi’s eyes at that distance, but he can. He really can. The same goes for the long, dark eyelashes surrounding them, his dark hair, his soft, yet so alluring gaze that he sweeps over the room. Sukuna holds his breath when their eyes meet. Megumi does not show any signs of recognition, his expression calm, stoic, when he welcomes the students and introduces himself.
Sukuna doesn’t hear a thing after that. All he can think about is how he wants Megumi to look his way again, staring at the movements of Megumi’s lips, the collected gestures of his hands. Were his fingers always that long? Was his neck always that slender? It is nearly ten years since Sukuna laid eyes on him, and while that means Megumi should be close to his forties now, it does not show. Not even the slightest.
Megumi is wearing dark slacks and a black, knitted vest on top of a dark green shirt. The clothes are not fitted, but Megumi is slim enough for it to show that he is small either way. Sukuna remembered him as being tall, but now he wonders if that is a twisted memory from his younger days, because as far as he can tell, Megumi looks tiny.
While Sukuna could gladly listen to Megumi’s voice for eternity, relief washes over him when it is over, and the students start leaving the room. Sukuna lingers. It could be easy to blame the fact that he is in the back of the room and let the other go out first when his motives are entirely different.
Soon enough, the room is almost empty, save for Megumi and a few remaining students. Sukuna gets up from his seat and tie his hoodie around his waist before he strolls down the stairs, hands nonchalantly resting in the pockets of his jeans. The white T-shirt he is wearing is snug over his chest, and if one looks closely, his tattoos can be seen through the fabric. He is glad he chose that shirt this morning.
“Hey.”
Sukuna stops in front of the desk, where Megumi is digging through a shoulder bag, seemingly looking for something. Megumi pauses and looks up. His eyes flits to Sukuna’s chest and arms, quick, but not unnoticeable. A soft smile grazes Megumi’s lips when he straightens up.
“Hello Sukuna.”
A pleased thrill tickles in Sukuna’s stomach. He is easy to recognize, but Megumi has not seen him since he was a kid after all. He has grown a lot since then, gotten plenty of tattoos, dyed his hair, the whole shebang.
“You remember me,” Sukuna says.
“Of course I do. I saw your name in the list earlier, and I recognized you right away. It’s hard to believe that you already are old enough to go to college, but you apparently are.”
“Yeah. Sure am.”
Sukuna chews the tip of his tongue, a smile tickling the corner of his lips. Now when he is up close, he really can’t understand how he could ever have thought of Megumi as tall, since Sukuna is about twenty centimeters taller. Sukuna strokes a hand over his mouth in an attempt to conceal his amusement when Megumi shoots him a curious and somehow knowing look.
“What?” Megumi asks.
“I’m sorry. Were you always this tiny?”
“Yes.” Megumi raises an eyebrow. “At least I hope I’m not old enough to have begun shrinking. I’m pretty sure you are the one that outgrew me. You are a lot bigger than when I last saw you.”
Sukuna hums. Not only is he a lot taller nowadays, he also works out a lot and recently the results are really starting to show. Most of all on his posture, his shoulders and chest, and the girth of his legs and arms. Glancing down, he concludes that his upper arms most likely are thicker than Megumi’s thighs.
“One would hope so,” Sukuna says with a grin. “How old was I when you last saw me? Twelve?”
“Something like that. It was good seeing you again, Sukuna. I must go to my next lecture now, but I will see you around.”
“Definitely,” Sukuna says. “Thank you for today.”
Sukuna heads to the door to leave the lecture hall. He can’t help the temptation, stops briefly at the doorway and look over his shoulder. Megumi is looking his way; their eyes lock and Megumi offers him a quick smile before putting the strap of the shoulder bag over his head. Sukuna raises his hand in a small wave goodbye and leaves.
Making his way through the corridor, the blood is still rushing in Sukuna’s ears, and his palms are so sweaty he has to wipe them over his thighs. Megumi looked the same, slightly older, but barely. Sukuna has imagined what it would be like to see Megumi again many, many times, especially when he was younger, and yet he could never have thought that the reaction rushing through him would be this strong.
*
Over the course of the next two weeks, Sukuna gets to see Megumi several more times. It is always in the same lecture hall and with Sukuna sitting in the same place as he did the first day. Initially he considered placing himself further in the front, but decided it was better not to come off as desperate, or greedy. He wants Megumi’s attention, that much is certain, but he knows from many previous experiences that playing it cool is the best way to do it. At least with his looks.
It might be wishful thinking, but it does seem like Megumi’s eyes finds their way to Sukuna’s direction a bit more often than other students in the room when he is holding his lectures. It could be a natural thing, spotting something familiar and looking over there. It could also be a sign of something else entirely. After all, Sukuna had not missed the way Megumi’s eyes flitted down to his chest the first day.
Sukuna makes sure to always meet Megumi’s gaze the times he looks at him, smiling and nodding to empathize how sharply he is listening. Of course, Sukuna don’t hear a fucking word he says. He is far too busy to stare and being consumed by mushy thought of how easy it would be for him to force Megumi to bend over that desk, how his hair is the perfect length to hold, and how big Sukuna’s dick would look inside someone with a body that frail.
For the most part, Sukuna leaves the room along the other students. Now it has passed enough time for him to take his chance, he decides, and therefore does he linger in his seat while the other students takes their leave. Sukuna glances up from his phone when two young women stops by the desk to talk to Megumi. As one of them tucks a loose hair strand behind her ear and then discreetly touches a thin silver chain around her neck, Sukuna almost chuckles at how either oblivious or unfazed Megumi is regarding her attempts to catch his attention. He must be used to it.
He looks down at his phone again, aimlessly scrolling Instagram, making himself look focused and busy as not to raise suspicion. The girls are still talking with Megumi. About the lecture, it seems, but that does not make it any less annoying. There is no reason for Sukuna to stay any longer than he already has. He can’t even make up a question about the lecture since he didn’t listen at all.
Finally, he gets up from the seat and makes his way towards the door, moving deliberately slow. Lucky enough, the girls say goodbye and disappear out the door. Megumi look at Sukuna, who is now the only person left in the room.
“Did you enjoy this lecture?”
Sukuna smiles, sweet, sweet satisfaction flowing through his veins. He puts his hands in his pockets and strolls towards the desk. Since Megumi initiated a conversation, there is no reason for him not to stay for a little while.
“Absolutely,” Sukuna answers. “You have a very pleasant voice. I’ve always thought that, though, so perhaps I am a bit biased.”
“Right.” Megumi swiftly puts the shoulder strap over his head. “I remember you liking to hear stories when you were a kid.”
“To be honest, I think I enjoyed listening to your voice more than the actual stories.”
Megumi blinks up at him, a hint of embarrassment flickers over his face for a very brief moment before he collects himself. He tilts his head.
“Really?”
“It’s very soothing.”
They leave the room and after Megumi has locked the door, they start walking through the corridor together. Sukuna is reminded by something then, something he completely forgot up until now, and he gestures to Megumi, eyebrows raised.
“By the way. Didn’t you study to become a veterinarian, or have I made that up?”
“I did, but I changed my mind somewhere along the way. I don’t think I would have been good at managing seeing the sickness and death of animals on a daily basis.”
“So, you decided that it was better to torture students at college instead?” Sukuna jokingly asks.
“I thought you said you enjoyed the lecture,” Megumi points out.
“I said I enjoyed hearing your voice.”
Sukuna winks at him, and the little stutter Megumi chokes out makes Sukuna’s nonchalant smile twist to a feral grin. Oh? Was he always easily flustered, or was it because of Sukuna? He is well aware that people find him handsome, and that his sultry, flirtatious way of speaking adds even more to his charm. Seeing that it might be working on Megumi is simply fantastic. He thought it would be harder than that, honestly. Perhaps Megumi's stoicness is more of a facade after all.
“Just remember to focus on what I’m saying as well,” Megumi says, his tone changing back to what Sukuna likes to think of as his teacher one. Sharp enough to get his message across, without sounding snappy or irritated.
“Of course. With you as my teacher, I am going to do my very best. Speaking of which, am I supposed to call you Mr. Fushiguro now?”
“Just Fushiguro is fine.”
“All right.”
Sukuna is right about to ask him if it would be all right to call him Megumi, like he had when he was younger, but stops himself. That is something he can save for a better moment.
They arrive at where the corridor splits into three, and Megumi takes a step to the side. Sukuna is heading the opposite direction, so he stops. Megumi adjusts his bag with a light tug at the strap when he look up at Sukuna, hesitant. Sukuna still have a hard time not thinking about how petite he is. He wants to lift him up, if only to try and see if he could do it as effortless as he imagines it to be.
“I’ll see you next time,” Megumi says. “Have a good day.”
“Thanks. You too.”
Sukuna remains standing there as Megumi heads down the corridor. He watches his shoulders, and his deliciously narrow waist. When he is at the end of that corridor, Megumi lifts his head and is seemingly glancing at Sukuna’s direction. Sukuna raises his hand as a test. Megumi quickly copies his gesture before disappearing around the corner.
*
In a desperate attempt to distract himself from the thoughts of his damn hot teacher, Sukuna decides to go to a party that very night, despite being pretty much broke and promising himself a quiet night at home. The cottony feeling in his head after a couple of beers and shots is exactly what he needs tonight.
He is in several ways a problematic, young man, he never bothered to deny it, but even he questions his sanity when he seeks out the first, dark-haired little twink he can find when he is drunk enough, and simply asks if he wants to get fucked. The drunk young man sweeps his eyes over Sukuna, agrees with an amused nod, and within minutes he is on his hands and knees in a guest room they found.
His dark hair is a tad too short for the fantasy to really work out, but Sukuna holds it firmly, panting hard as he thrusts deep, deep into the young man, eyes fixed on how his cock slides in and out that young man’s ass. Teeth sinking down his bottom lip, Sukuna tries to imagine it being Megumi. His voice is ruining it, however. Megumi would not sound like that. Sukuna covers the young man’s mouth with his other hand, and the muffled grunts and moans works a lot better.
Sweaty and spent, Sukuna lets the young man go after finishing in the condom and pulls out. It was okay, at best, and Sukuna knew the reason for it. It didn't make it feel less dusty. What a waste. He is used to fucking around at parties, switching partners like others changed their socks, sleeping with strangers and all that, but this? This was a whole other level of impetuosity, even for him.
“Feeling better?” the twink asks after wiping himself clean and getting dressed.
“What? Uh-“ Sukuna frowns. “Sorry.”
“No need. Your cock is big enough for it to be worth it anyway. But just so you know, being desperate is not a good look on you. It’s none of my business, but I think you should talk to this Megumi.”
He leaves. The door shut out the sound of the party still going on downstairs, making it distant and muffled. Sukuna suddenly feel more drunk now than he did half an hour ago when he sit on the edge of the bed and clasps his hands around his neck with a groan. Had he even said Megumi’s name? Apparently, but he really did not remember it. So much for trying to play it cool. Right now, he is coming off as a desperate fucking mess. He need to get a grip.
What he also need, is to be alone with Megumi. Whatever reason he tries to make up ends up ridiculous, or purely unreasonable fantasies. Like Megumi asking Sukuna to stay after a lecture, presenting himself on the desk, legs spread, eyes heavy-lidded as he invites Sukuna to devour him then and there. The twink suggested talking with Megumi, but that is definitely not what he want, or need. Not even the slightest.
*
It is a rainy autumn day, and it shows no care or mercy for Sukuna’s lack of proper clothing to keep himself safe from getting wet. Sukuna stands right inside the main entrance, hoping that the heavy rain is going to let up at least some so he can sprint home and not get completely soaked. It is way later than usual for him to head home, the building is practically empty, but Sukuna has been forced to spend a lot of time studying to make up for everything he has missed the past couple of weeks. Never has he felt more like a nerd than he did when sitting alone in the library, scribbling down notes while sipping coffee he got from the cafeteria.
He is just about to give up and head out either way when he hear voices coming closer. In the now so quiet school building, it is easy to make out the conversation. He can’t see them from where he is standing, but he is fairly sure he recognizes one of the voices at Megumi’s. The other man’s voice is unknown to Sukuna, he speaks a lot louder, and it does not take much to understand that the conversation is not friendly.
“I already told you I was sorry,” the unknown man says. “What more can I say to make it up to you?”
“Words mean little when your actions does not mirror them. I told you to leave me alone. We agreed that this was for the best.”
Megumi speaks softly, as always, but there is an edge in his tone that is unknown to Sukuna. He peeks around the corner from where he is standing, and spots Megumi and a man walking his direction. Megumi is a couple of steps ahead, walking in a fast pace, clutching the strap to his bag so hard the knuckles on his hand are white. The man following him is another teacher, Sukuna knows. Could his name be Kamo? He faintly remembers it being so, even if he is not one of Sukuna’s teachers.
The man supposedly named Kamo catches up with Megumi, grabs his arm and stops him from walking any further. Sukuna frowns at the rough way he pulls Megumi closer to him.
“Fushiguro, listen.”
“Stop,” Megumi snaps. “We are at work.”
“No one is here at this time, and if you don’t pick up your phone, how else am I supposed to get hold of you?”
“Perhaps you could get the hint that I have no interest in talking with you.” Megumi tugs his arm, only resulting in Kamo holding him harder.
“You haven’t even tried to understand.”
“I understand perfectly well,” Megumi says, heat surging up in his voice. “I understand that I was not good enough for you, so you found someone else to satisfy your needs. What else is there to know?”
Sukuna raises his eyebrows. No way. That guy is not good enough for Megumi, that much is clear. A fucking cheater. For some reason, Sukuna is not surprised, however. Megumi seems like the type that manages to get involved in guys that hurt him, one way or another. Like he didn't understand his value. Sukuna would make him understand. If Megumi would allow him, Sukuna would show him in every way possible what Megumi is worth, and he would never let him forget it, even for a second.
The arguing pair is more or less just hissing at each other now, incoherent and meaningless. When Kamo grabs Megumi’s other arm and gives him a rough shake, shouting at Megumi to listen to him, red flashes before Sukuna’s eyes, and he fists his hands to hard knots. What the actual fuck was he doing to his Megumi?
Sukuna’s steps are far from silent when he makes his way over to them, but Kamo’s voice drenches the sound of him approaching, therfore it is understandable that both Kamo and Megumi jolt in surprise when Sukuna steps in right next to them.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Sukuna growls. “Let him go.”
Sukuna’s towering frame and burning scowl hopefully makes it clear that he is not going to repeat himself. Kamo instantly releases Megumi and takes a step back. Sukuna raises his chin, slowly sweeping his eyes over Kamo. Sukuna better not punch a teacher in the nose, whether he might deserve it or not as it would cause a lot more hassle than it was worth, but the temptation is tremendous.
“I think he made himself clear, you piece of shit,” Sukuna says instead. “Now, piss off before I slam your teeth through your ugly fucking skull.”
“Sukuna,” Megumi hisses in a chiding tone. Sukuna ignores it.
Kamo flickers his eyes from Sukuna to Megumi, back to Sukuna again. For a moment it looks like he is considering something, but he ends up leaving with hurried steps. Sukuna glances over his shoulder to make sure he actually leaves before turning to face Megumi. Megumi strokes a hand over his forehead, frowning deeply when he glances up at Sukuna.
Something black and sticky tugs in Sukuna’s chest at the sight of Megumi’s eyes. There is often something sullen about his expression, but now he looks so small and fragile, and Sukuna instantly regrets not taking the chance to slam his fist through Kamo’s face.
“What are you doing here this late?” Megumi asks, his voice low and... tired. So very tired.
“How is that of any importance right now? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Save for hurting my pride, I suppose.”
Megumi tries to smile, but it certainly does not reach his eyes. Sukuna frowns. Why does he care about his pride when that douchebag was the one making a complete and utter fool out of himself?
“Is he your ex?” Sukuna asks. Megumi nods.
“Unfortunately. We broke up not too long ago. I would appreciate if you don’t talk about this. Dating a co-worker is… Well, it is not prohibited, but I still prefer to be discreet.”
“I won’t say anything, but I hope you know that you deserve a lot better than that.”
Sukuna moves closer to Megumi. He didn’t plan to, not initially, but words are not enough to make Megumi understand the truth to his statement. When Sukuna brushes his hand over Megumi’s arm, Megumi flickers his eyes over Sukuna’s face and stops breathing for a second. The air quickly gets taut as a bowstring. Sukuna flits his eyes to Megumi’s lips when he wets then with the tip of his tongue. They both feel it. He can tell how badly Megumi wants this, and also how much he is struggling to put a lid on it. If Sukuna were a good guy, he might have backed away now. He is not a good guy, however, nor is he planning on becoming one.
Megumi takes a step back when Sukuna moves even closer, his back soon thumping against the wall. Megumi puts his hands against Sukuna’s chest in a half-hearted attempt to keep him away, knowing well that Sukuna is strong enough to force himself closer either way. Sukuna is not stupid. Megumi could have walked away instead of cornering himself against the wall like he just did, he could put up a real fight. His resistance is an act.
“Sukuna.”
Sukuna’s pulse is throbbing in his ears, his neck, the palm of his hands when he leans in closer. Megumi swiftly lifts one hand and pushes it over Sukuna’s mouth. Sukuna narrows his eyes and grabs Megumi’s wrist to pull him away.
“Enough,” Megumi whispers and pushes his hand harder over Sukuna's mouth. “Sukuna, that’s enough.”
“I haven’t even started,” Sukuna mumbles against the palm of Megumi’s hand.
“And you are not going to, either. Do you hear me? Nothing good would ever come out of it.”
“Allow me to prove you wrong.”
Megumi’s breath hitches when Sukuna licks his palm. Sukuna forces Megumi’s leg apart with his own, smiling at the small whimper slipping from Megumi. The risk of them getting caught is slim at this hour, but it is still there, like a thrill in the air. It makes Sukuna’s insides burn. He turns his head to the side, and Megumi gives up his weak attempts to hold him away, much to his delight. Sliding his tongue over Megumi’s long fingers, Sukuna takes two of them in his mouth, gaze heavy and dark. Megumi’s face twists in a mix of panic and arousal.
“Don’t.”
Sukuna holds his gaze like that, slowly moves his tongue over the digits in his mouth. Megumi whimpers when Sukuna presses his crotch agains Megumi’s hip, letting him feel the growing bulge in his jeans. Megumi parts his lips in the most beautiful way, unable to help how good it feels, and the wild animal in Sukuna’s chest grows twice as big in the blink of an eye. Sukuna has longed so much for this his body is trembling with greed when he snakes a hand down between them and cups it over Megumi’s groin.
The spell breaks. Megumi pushes his hands hard over Sukuna’s chest and slides away from him like a shadow. Cheeks flushing hot, Megumi stumbles away, quickly looking around the corridor. Sukuna reaches out to grab him but pauses in the middle of the motion when Megumi shies further away from him.
“Megumi-”
“Stop. Don’t.”
The next to panicked glint in Megumi’s eyes is what keeps Sukuna from hurrying after him when he leaves, close to running away from there. Sukuna stares down the soon empty corridor for a long moment, dick throbbing and ears buzzing. The way Megumi reacted made it clear enough; he wanted it. He must have thought of it, and he must have known that Sukuna wanted him as well, since there had been little to no surprise in his eyes when Sukuna took his chance.
Sukuna strokes his tongue over his teeth and despite his disappointment, he is smiling. Doing it where they risked getting caught was his mistake. Next time, he is going to make sure there is no reason for Megumi to run away.
*
Sukuna half expects Megumi to be absent the next day. He spots him in the corridor, however, talking to a group of students. Sukuna leans his back against the wall and watches him. Nothing on Megumi’s posture gives any indications of what was going on last night. Megumi bids the students a good day and keeps walking and finally his eyes land on Sukuna. His reaction is so swift that even Sukuna could have missed it if it hadn’t been for the fact he was looking for it. Megumi’s eyes widens only slightly before he collects himself and keeps walking his direction.
“Hello,” Sukuna says when Megumi gets closer.
“Hello Sukuna.” Megumi’s voice is as calm as ever. Sukuna sweeps his eyes over him, not even trying the slightest to be discreet. Megumi ignores it as his eyes are fixed straight ahead.
“Did you get home safely last night?” Sukuna murmurs just as Megumi passes him.
“That I did.”
Megumi doesn’t even offer him a glance and disappears down the corridor. Sukuna strokes a hand over his mouth, smiling. Damn. Ice-cold. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought that Megumi was completely unfazed by the whole thing. Sukuna checks the time. Still half an hour before Megumi’s lecture. Plenty of time for him to get a cup of coffee.
The cafeteria is often filled with students, and today is no exception. The autumn sun shines in through the large windows, helping to create an idyllic atmosphere of a scene from a school movie. A small group of girls starts to whisper when Sukuna has walked past their table, which he pretends not to hear. Part of the experience of college is supposedly to go to parties and to fuck around, and Sukuna is evidently no stranger to the concept, but he is not in the mood to engage in such trivial things with girls his age. They are too insecure, too gauche.
Sukuna’s mind is awfully absent when he takes place by one of the smaller tables with his coffee. If he stays behind after the lecture, Megumi is just going to run away. He need to think of something better. One thing that bothers him is that he must convince Megumi not to reject him when it was so obvious that he was into Sukuna. There is a rather large age gap, sure, Megumi could risk losing his job, but it is not like Sukuna is going to tell anyone about it. Sukuna burns his tongue on the coffee when taking a chug and grimaces. He need to figure it out what to do, and fast.
The lecture hall is already half full when Sukuna arrives. Megumi is standing in front of the desk with his eyes turned down, shuffling around his notes. It is hard to tell if he does it to keep himself busy, or if he just happens to search for something. Sukuna heads to his usual spot in the back, folds his arms over his chest after slouching down in the seat.
Megumi starts his lecture right on time, and Sukuna’s mind drift away by the soothing effect of his voice. He allows his chin to tip down to his chest and he closes his eyes while listening. It’s not like he is going to take notes anyway.
*
“Sukuna. Su-ku-na.” A sigh follows. Sukuna can’t quite seem to understand that the voice is speaking to him. Sweet nothingness is still clouding his mind and he does not want to leave that bliss. “Ryomen Sukuna.”
Sukuna jolts awake when his arm is nudged, and he quickly looks up. Megumi is standing next to his seat, frowning. Sukuna straightens, his slurry mind trying to work out what happened as he rubs his aching neck. Did he really sleep through the entire lecture? Shit. It might have been suitable for him to feel embarrassed, but all he can think about is how the room is empty, save for the two of them.
“Oh, shit,” Sukuna mutters. “Sorry.”
“At least you didn’t snore.” Megumi turns to walk away but Sukuna snatches him by the wrist before he gets the chance, despite his state of being newly awake. He should make up a better plan but having Megumi there by himself is an opportunity he is not going to waste.
“Wait. Let's talk.”
Megumi glances at him over his shoulder. Sukuna gets up on his feet, Megumi’s eyes travels upwards as he does. Megumi’s slim wrist is still in his grip, and he uses it to pull him closer. There is barely any resistance at all, and Megumi turns to face Sukuna with a sigh.
“There is nothing to say.”
“Yes, there is. Are you seriously just going to ignore this?”
“Ignore what?”
“This spark.” Sukuna pulls him even closer. Megumi’s chest is almost touching his now and even if he curves his back to keep his distance from Sukuna’s face, eyes flickering over him, it can hardly be called resistance. Not when he looks at Sukuna like this is all he wanted to happen. “You can’t deny it. You feel it right now, don't you?”
“Listen to me,” Megumi says. “This is not going to happen. No matter what spark you think there is, we can’t.”
“What spark I think there is?” Sukuna mutters. “You are the one that keeps undressing me with your eyes. Here. Touch me.”
Sukuna puts Megumi’s hand on his chest. The tip of Megumi’s fingers sinks into his pec, eyes flitting down for a second before he yanks himself free.
“Enough.”
Megumi turns and hurries down the steps. Sukuna easily keeps his pace, follows him to the desk where Megumi tugs his bag from the floor before heading to the door. Right before he is about to open, Sukuna slams his hand over it and keep it closed. While it might have been fun with glances and small smiles, he is already getting tired of playing this game. He is not some damn cat that plays with it's prey. Megumi leans his forehead against the door, drawing his shoulders up to his ears.
“Stop,” Megumi murmurs. “This is harassment.”
“I won’t stop when I can tell how badly you want it.” Sukuna grabs Megumi's hip with his free hand. "Because you do, don't you?"
“Sukuna, please. Do you have any idea what could happen if this got out? I am thirty-eight years old, I’m literally twice your age. You’re practically a kid.”
Megumi hisses out a moan when Sukuna presses his crotch hard against Megumi’s ass, pushing him against the door. Once again, Megumi’s resistance is fading instantly, he pushes his ass out like he is unable to help it. Sukuna grabs Megumi’s hair instead, forces him to lean his head against Sukuna’s shoulder. The whimper that slips from Megumi makes his cock swell in his jeans.
“No,” Sukuna rasps in his ear. “I’m not some fucking kid anymore. Feel for yourself.”
Sukuna rolls his hips and is rewarded with the sweetest moan he has ever heard in his life, pleading, and not at all as brittle as one would expect from him. It sounds just like he imagined it would. Megumi has a deeper voice than his appearance lets on, and he always liked that about him. Sukuna swiftly moves his hand and locks the door. Megumi doesn’t even protest.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Sukuna whispers. “Not a soul on this earth.”
Sukuna has to give Megumi credit for trying so hard to fight while still managing to be so obvious with his needs. He keeps his head leaned back even after Sukuna lets go of his hair, and his knees are close to bucking when Sukuna slide a hand over his neck, thumb pressing lightly over the side of his throat. There is a movement of his lips, like he is about to say something, but nothing come out. Sukuna unbuckles Megumi’s belt with his other hand, swiftly unbuttons his pants so his hand will fit to slide inside. Feeling the hot, wet mess Megumi already caused in his underwear makes Sukuna smile against his ear.
“Already this wet for me,” Sukuna murmurs.
“Sukn-hah, fuck…”
Megumi grabs Sukuna’s forearm when he slowly circles his fingers over the swollen folds. Pushing his long- and ring finger inside Megumi's cunt, Sukuna holds his breath so he does not miss the squelching sound it causes. Megumi presses his lips to a thin line to suffocate his moan.
“Reacting like this when your student supposedly harasses you is really something.” Sukuna licks the shell of Megumi’s ear. “Relax. I'll make you feel good.”
Megumi cringes, his fingers digging harder into Sukuna’s arm. Sukuna takes his finger out from Megumi’s heat and circles them over his clit again. The feeling alone lets him know that Megumi must have the prettiest pussy in the world and no matter how much he would have loved to eat him out right here, he decides to keep it like this. For now.
This is a huge risk, but Sukuna doesn’t think about it like that. All he knows is that he must make Megumi his, he doesn’t care that he is a student and Megumi his teacher, he doesn’t care about their ages. Megumi is shivering in his arms by now, slowly giving in more and more, moving his legs further apart to allow Sukuna more room. That is all that matters.
“That’s it,” Sukuna purrs in his ear.
The hitch in Megumi’s breath when Sukuna finds the perfect rub is nothing but divine, and when he starts to fumble a hand over Sukuna’s hip, arching his back, Sukuna might as well cream himself. Sukuna has had his way with plenty of people, but it has rarely gotten him this aroused before. There is something pure and raw in the way Megumi jolts, and how something in his tone switches, letting Sukuna know exactly what he wants him to do.
“Like that?” Sukuna murmurs.
“Yes,” Megumi presses out. “Like that… Like that, Su-uh- Sukuna…”
Sukuna buries his nose in Megumi’s hair, inhaling deeply, smelling ginger and some other spice that Sukuna is not knowledgeable enough to understand what it is. No matter what he is going to get high on Megumi’s smell alone. Sukuna tightens his grip Megumi’s throat just a bit, and Megumi responds perfectly to it; he moves his hips to grind over Sukuna’s fingers, whining, takes hold of Sukuna’s arm with both hands. Sukuna leans back just in time to see Megumi’s eyes roll back in his head, his lips parting.
“Fuck, I’m g-gonna- nh…”
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.”
Megumi’s legs quivers, and even with no fingers inside him, Sukuna can still tell how hard his walls clenches when he comes. The way his voice switches to sounding pleading and broken is definitely to Sukuna’s taste, suppressing shuddering ah, oh, nngh as if he can’t help himself at all. If Sukuna had not been holding Megumi by this throat, he is convinced he would have sagged down the floor, weak as he gets in his arms.
The rush of the orgasm fades and Megumi leans heavy against Sukuna’s chest, breaths coming out as stutters. Sukuna closes his eyes for a second. What he wouldn’t give to take Megumi here and now, split him open with his cock and fuck his beautifully pliant, boneless body until he cried with pleasure.
Sukuna’s fingers are glistering wet when he takes his hand out from Megumi’s pants. Megumi moans softly when Sukuna pushes them in his mouth, lazily rolls his tongue over the digits. Pushing them in deeper as a test, Sukuna’s fingers reaches his throat and Megumi does not even flinch. Sukuna’s cock is about ready to explode right about then.
“Good boy,” Sukuna breathes. “Clean me up.”
Megumi swallows around his fingers, eyes glazed with lust. Sukuna takes his hand back and holds Megumi’s chin instead, keeping the other around his throat when he presses a wet, filthy kiss to his lips. The hair in Megumi’s neck tickles over his fingers and everything is suddenly so real, and raw. Like something he has been waiting for his whole life. The excitement fizzling in Sukuna’s chest is hard to contain and he can’t stop smiling. He wants to devour every fiber of Megumi, his very soul and being. And he is about to.
“You are going to be the death of me,” Megumi whispers.
“Gladly.” Sukuna kisses him again, rolling his tongue over Megumi’s, licking the inside of his mouth. “When are you off work?”
Megumi’s eyes are glazed when he slowly sweeps them over Sukuna’s face. It is not like anyone could blame him for wanting to be cautious, but Sukuna’s impatience is making his hands ache.
“Around six,” Megumi finally says.
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
Sukuna kisses Megumi’s cheek before releasing him, unlock the door and leaves. Luckily there is a bathroom nearby and he darts in to get rid of his throbbing boner before he changes his mind and rushes back to shove it in Megumi either way. Holding the sink hard with both hands, Sukuna grins at his mirror image, eyes sparkling in a way they have rarely ever done before.
*
The wooden benches near the school’s entrance are one of the most uncomfortable furniture Sukuna has sat on in his life, and he has spent almost an hour there now, save for heading out the door and take a smoke twice. He looks at the time for the third time in the past ten minutes. Megumi said around six, but it is close to half past now. Could he have left already? Through another entrance? If that’s the case, Sukuna is going to throw a fucking fit.
The sound of steps coming closer makes a thrill climb through his body. He makes sure to lazily lean back where he sits, arms casually resting folded over his chest, the sleeves on his hoodie pushed to his elbows. Megumi appears around a corner and Sukuna can’t help but smile when their eyes meet. Megumi is very good at keeping a straight face, because he seems completely unfazed when he walk closer. There is no way his heart is not fluttering right now.
“It is way too late for a student to be here,” Megumi says.
“I was studying in the library. Lost track of time.”
“If you didn’t sleep during lectures, you would not have to spend so much time there.”
Sukuna chuckles. “Sorry about that.”
Megumi looks around, quickly checking the corridors. “Do you need a ride home? It’s dark outside.”
“Yes, please. If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Let’s go.”
Sukuna rises, and the way Megumi’s eyes follows the movement this time as well makes his skin tickle. It is something about their difference in size now that is absolutely thrilling. He wonders what Megumi thinks of it. Last time he knew Sukuna, he was a little brat. Now he is towering over Megumi, a head taller than him, and strong enough to snap his frail little body like a twig. Sukuna bet he fucking loves that contrast.
Megumi’s car is semi-modern and very tidy. Sukuna is silent during the ride, but there is no mistaking the heavy anticipation that lingers in the air between them.
“Do you often work this late?” Sukuna finally asks.
“Pretty often,” Megumi says. “It depends on how much grading I have to do.”
A part of Sukuna wonders if Megumi had a lot of grading to take care of now, or if he sat in his little teaching office and hoped to make himself seem unbothered by taking his time, even though he knew Sukuna was waiting for him. Sukuna knew girls did stuff like that, decided not to text back right away as not to make themselves seem too impatient, hoping to get contacted first, and so on. Sukuna has never cared for such games, but this time he hope it is what Megumi has been doing. He simply can’t be as calm as he looks after Sukuna fucking made him come within three minutes inside the lecture hall.
Megumi parks the car in the garage of a large apartment complex. Sukuna does not know why, but he expected Megumi to live in a small house. They head to the elevator and are silent the ride up to the sixth floor. Sukuna’s thoughts travels to that Kamo-guy. Has he been coming with Megumi here after work? Had they lived together, or had it been more kept to just dating?
Megumi glances up at Sukuna when they are outside his door.
“Sorry about the mess,” Megumi says as he digs the keys from his bag.
“No worries.”
Sukuna could not care less about any mess, stepping inside Megumi’s place is going to be a delicious victory no matter what. He looks around with wide eyes after stepping in through the door. It is not messy in the regard that it is untidy. No dishes in the sink or clothes on the floor, but the place is crammed. It is rather small, and no matter where Sukuna looks, all he sees is books. On bookshelves, on the kitchen table, living room table, the windowsills, even on the floor.
“What the…?” Sukuna steps out of his shoes and walks over to one of the large bookshelves in the small living room. “You’ve read all of these?”
“No. Most of them, but not all.”
“Well, at least I know now what you do in your free time.”
“Yeah. Would you like anything to eat, or drink, or do you want to go straight to the bedroom?”
Sukuna blinks and turns to Megumi. He is standing in the doorway leading to the living room with his arms folded over his chest, tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows at Sukuna’s expression.
“What?” Megumi asks. “You did come here to fuck me, didn’t you?”
“Wait a minute. What happened to your attitude? This morning you were all Sukuna no, oh, this is harassment.” Sukuna tries to imitate Megumi’s voice, which he fails badly enough to make Megumi snort out a short little laugh.
“Well, I’ve had some time to think about it today, and you were rather convincing. Or do you prefer if I keep protesting?”
“Not at all,” Sukuna says. “I prefer if you spread your legs for me, and it’s nice to know I made you feel good enough for you to stop your meaningless whining about how we shouldn’t do this.”
Megumi narrows his eyes.
“You don’t seem to understand how risky this is for me. I would never be able to work as a teacher ever again if people found out.”
“I already told you, I will not tell anyone.” Sukuna crosses two fingers over his heart. This brisky Megumi is much more like how he knows him as a teacher, and it is entertaining to see him like that right now. It will also make the contrast of having him crying with pleasure under him that much tastier.
“You better not. Come now.”
Megumi walks away from the door, and Sukuna hurries after him to the bedroom. There are as many books in there as in the rest of the apartment, but there are at least none on top of the unmade bed. Megumi is already unbuttoning his shirt when Sukuna arrives. He steps forward and puts his hands over Megumi’s. They practically engulfs Megumi’s, looking heavy and clumsy on top of those slender doll-like hands.
“Hold on. I want to undress you.”
“How romantic.”
Megumi let his arms fall to his sides and he allows Sukuna to take care of unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Sukuna slides his hands over Megumi’s shoulders, eyes fixed on how the fabric slips off his lithe body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Sukuna murmurs and strokes the tip of his tongue over his teeth.
He has said it to lovers before, but never has those words been truer. Megumi looks absolutely divine. The shape of his hips, that tiny waist that Sukuna surely can reach around with his hands, the hollows by his collarbones, pale skin that looks like it was made to be marked. All of Megumi is everything Sukuna has imagined, and more.
Megumi furrows his eyebrows and when he speaks, there is a hesitation in his voice, like he feels stupid for even asking:
”Just to be clear. You are not… in love with me, are you?”
“Would you blame me if I was?” Sukuna asks with a small laugh. “Look at you, you are perfect.”
“If you are, this is definitely going to be a waste of time. I might have agreed to sleep with you, but anything more than that is never going to happen. Besides, you don’t even know me.”
“I don’t?” Sukuna moves on to unbuckle his belt. “It feels like I know a lot about you.”
Megumi grabs his wrists to hold him away. Sukuna pauses with his fingertips resting on the warm skin on Megumi’s stomach and tilts his head some. Megumi flickers his eyes over his face, trying to read him.
“Sukuna, I’m serious. This is bad enough as it is, without feelings involved.”
“All right, all right. I promise I’m not in love with you. Okay? Can we move on?”
Sukuna pulls the strap to Megumi’s belt with a grin. When further moving on with undressing him, Sukuna hunches and rests one knee to the floor and Megumi uses his shoulder as support when stepping out of his pants. Sukuna takes his socks of as well, then stays like that on the floor, gazing up at Megumi. Megumi’s slender legs gives an illusion of him being taller than he is, and his stoic expression melts some now, unable to keep the arousal and excited glint from his eyes. Sukuna slides the tip of his fingers over Megumi’s legs, feeling the soft skin all the way up to his hips.
“Can I eat you out?” Sukuna purrs.
“Since you asked so nicely.” An amused smile tugs the corner of Megumi’s lips.
Sukuna grabs his underwear and pulls them down, slowly. The thought of Megumi walking with the mess caused by Sukuna is making the tips of his fingers tingle. He smiles at the confirmation that Megumi’s pussy is by a mile the prettiest he has seen in his life. While he is aching with need to push his cock inside that wet heat, he is going to take his time and worship Megumi with his mouth first. That is, after all, what he does best and he takes great pride in it.
“What’s your record?” Sukuna asks as he gently moves Megumi towards the bed.
“Record?” Megumi sits on the edge, spreading his legs when Sukuna moves in between them, still sitting on the floor. Like he expected, the height gets perfect like that. Sukuna trails his tongue over Megumi’s thigh, further up, gives a teasing swirl close to his puffy outer lips, but not close enough. Megumi’s breath stutters. Sukuna glances up again.
“How many times has someone made you come in one night?”
Megumi parts his lips, wet them with his tongue, and Sukuna can definitely see the smile in the corner of his eyes now.
“I don’t know. I’ve never counted.”
“Then it’s time you start doing that. Try not to pass out, okay?”
“You are way too young to be this confident, you big brat.” Megumi mutters. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Sukuna puts a hand to Megumi’s chest and urges him to lay down. Megumi obeys, and Sukuna grabs Megumi’s hips to pull him closer to the edge. It is apparent that Megumi know what he likes and wants in bed. He has a certain poise that is rare to see when sleeping with someone closer his own age, and Megumi's sexual confidence is refreshing. Also slightly intimidating, to be honest. Megumi is after all twice his age, and that might just turn out to be something Sukuna is going to work hard to compensate for. However, Sukuna loved the promise of a challenge he heard in Megumi’s voice.
Sukuna begins using only his tongue, moaning softly when getting the first, real taste of Megumi. A small huff is heard from above him, and soon Megumi combs his fingers through Sukuna’s hair, scratching his scalp with short-cut nails. Sukuna closes his eyes, holding Megumi’s hips in a firm grip when moving his tongue over his folds, giving slow and hard licks, feeling him out. He tastes good, like he knew he would.
Sukuna gives an experimental lick over Megumi’s clit before he wraps his lips over it and suck. Megumi’s legs jolt and he gasps sharply, and Sukuna takes that as the best sign possible. This is until Megumi raises on his elbows, one hand still in Sukuna's hair, giving it a gentle tug.
“A little softer,” Megumi tells him. “And no sucking it.”
Sukuna can barely hide his surprise. He is more used to his partners in bed wriggling their hips, while others just let the sounds of their moans be the guide. This is something else, and Sukuna loves how clear Megumi is with what he likes. Sukuna wants to please him, and the best one to help him do that, is Megumi.
Sukuna rolls the tip of his tongue over Megumi’s clit, Megumi’s chin dips down to his chest and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.
“L-like that… That’s good.”
Sukuna holds his hips harder and listen closely to the sweet, soft moans slipping from Megumi. Soon enough, Megumi sinks down to his back again, legs quivering, and Sukuna can tell the difference from that and the jolt he caused earlier.
“That’s good,” Megumi mumbles again. He arches his back from the bed, toes curling on Sukuna’s shoulders, digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Hah… Keep going, don’t stop.”
Sukuna would not stop even if he was set on fire. The shakes and jerks in Megumi’s body turns him on badly enough to make him groan like he is being hurt. Megumi grabs Sukuna’s hair when he comes, hard enough for it to sting his scalp, sounding so beautifully wrecked again. Sukuna keeps moving his tongue over Megumi’s pussy, slowly lapping and sucking the now even more swollen folds, not doing anything at all to smother the next to obscene, slurping sounds it causes. In fact, he enhances them by opening his mouth more, moaning and grunting when he pushes his tongue in Megumi's hole. When Megumi has calmed down, his legs softened and body relaxed again, he moves back up to his clit and start over.
“A-ah fuck,” Megumi gasps.
Feeling how he has to struggle to keep himself still sends a throb straight to Sukuna’s cock. There is a gasp, on the verge of sounding like Megumi is in pain, but he does nothing to push Sukuna away or tell him to stop. Sukuna lets go of Megumi’s hips and slides his hands over his body, trailing them over his sides until he reaches to rub his thumbs over Megumi’s nipples. Megumi arches his back again, deeper and soon his legs hooks around Sukuna’s neck, urging him closer.
*
Sukuna barely leans back to catch air before he has made Megumi come three times, and he sloppily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand when he gets up from the floor. He could have gone on longer, but his knees are starting to hurt from sitting like that.
The sight of the already spent Megumi on the bed, shivering legs spread and eyes hazy, might just cause him to combust into flames. Megumi’s eyes flicker down to the very visible bulge on Sukuna’s jeans, which Sukuna does not miss. Sukuna hoist Megumi further up the bed like he weighs nothing.
“You think I am done with you already, beautiful?”
Sukuna puts two fingers in his mouth to wet them, which is more for show than anything else. Megumi is definitely wet enough as it is, but he likes to be considerate. Megumi swallows.
“Isn’t four times enough?”
“Four?” Sukuna slides his fingers over Megumi’s folds, smiling at the little jolt that makes his legs spasm when he rubs his thumb over his clit. He could swear it only had been three.
“Y-yeah… Doesn’t the one from earlier today count?”
“No.”
Sukuna pushes his fingers inside. Megumi lets out a pleased sigh, biting his lower lip. His walls clench hard around the digits when Sukuna curls them, testing his grounds. He pushes his other hand on Megumi’s lower stomach, gently, but still firm enough to increase the pressure on his G-zone. He gives a couple of experimental rubs before doing it harder, and harder, enjoying the almost surprised shift in Megumi’s voice when he comes undone under him.
“O-oh my god, fuck, n-not so h-hard, I’m gonna… Fuck.”
Megumi scrambles his hands over the bed, over Sukuna’s arm, down to his thigh. His entire body shudders and he tries to close his legs, but Sukuna's bulky frame is in the way and it seems like he can barely move them at all either way. The wet, squelching sounds are mixed with Megumi's howls of pleasure, and the clench around Sukuna’s fingers is so hard it almost hurts. Sukuna knows that he is never going to see anything as beautiful in his life. Pushing his hand on Megumi’s stomach down harder, he smiles at the way it makes Megumi’s body twitch and tense. It is so close now, so close he can smell it.
“Sukuna,” Megumi whines, eyes rolling back in his head. “Please stop, I’m gonna-“
“Let it come,” Sukuna growls. “It’s all right, come on.”
Sukuna grins like a madman when Megumi squirts so hard it ends up soaking his entire chest, even spraying over his face. Sukuna moans, unfortunately forced to close his eyes for a moment, parting his lips to catch what he can in his mouth. A small, pleading whimper is all that is heard from Megumi, and his entire body is trembling when Sukuna slowly takes his fingers from him.
Megumi is still panting hard when he looks up at Sukuna, cheeks flushed and blinking rapidly, like he can’t believe what happened. Sukuna’s arm is aching, and he is just as winded as Megumi are when he wipes the worst of Megumi’s mess from his face with his dry hand.
“Oh shit.” Megumi puts his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “I d-didn’t know I could do that.”
Sukuna’s smile widens. Knowing he could still be Megumi’s first in some sense was better than he could have hoped for. He strokes both hands over Megumi’s quivering legs, soothing, gentle motions until he is calmer again.
“Ready for the fifth?” Sukuna purrs.
He does not give Megumi the chance to answer, and Megumi’s eyelids flutter shut when Sukuna pushes his fingers back inside his wet heat again.
*
Megumi reaches his breaking point after adding another four orgasms to the count. Sukuna thought they were going to push through more than that, but the way Megumi wriggles from his grip and weakly pushes his hands to Sukuna’s arm makes him hesitate. Megumi looks slightly out of it, green eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushed, lips wet. He is the most beautiful ruin Sukuna has ever laid eyes on.
"E-enough..."
“No more?” Sukuna murmurs. “Already?”
“Already? Oh god.” Megumi strokes his hands over his face, wiping away the tears that has run from his eyes, over his temples and wetting his hair. After his eyes turns clearer, he gestures at Sukuna, weakly. “N-no more.”
Sukuna strokes his tongue over his teeth with a grin. He had not doubted his ability to satisfy Megumi, but this was better than he had hoped for. Leaning in, he kisses the crook of Megumi’s mouth. He unzipped his jeans earlier to ease the strain on his cock and now he palms himself through his underwear. They are a fucking mess.
“Still good enough to let me fuck you?”
“Yeah… I think so.”
Sukuna swiftly pulls his shirt over his head before getting rid of his jeans and underwear. He would have settled with anything, had barely dared to hope to penetrate Megumi’s already overstimulated body, and now he can’t get rid of his clothes fast enough. Megumi raises his eyebrows slightly when Sukuna fists his throbbing cock, thumbing the red and leaking head. When Sukuna moves in closer, Megumi frowns and swiftly closes his legs.
“Condom,” Megumi says. When Sukuna clicks his tongue, Megumi scowls. “Don’t be a brat. Put it on. Bottom drawer.”
“Fine,” Sukuna growls.
He rips the drawer out, pausing for a second. It is filled with different colorful packages, at least a dozen different variants of rubber in neat rows for Sukuna to choose from. Thin. Beyond thin. Mixed. Strawberry flavored. Grande. Grande XL. Megumi might have many different types of condoms just to be safe. Sukuna is not dumb, however, nor is he naïve. He is far from the first guy that has followed Megumi home.
“Extra large for the ultimate fit,” Sukuna reads out loud from the Grande XL package. He reaches for one and shows it to Megumi. “Good to know you are well prepared with monster condoms for magnum dongs.”
Megumi snorts. “Just put it on.”
When Sukuna brings it to his mouth, Megumi scowls again and baps Sukuna’s elbow with his foot, making him drop it on top of Megumi’s stomach. Sukuna draws his eyebrows together, the impatience making his voice sound a lot harsher than he intended when he sneers:
“What?”
“Not with the teeth,” Megumi mutters. “Gods, haven’t you learned anything in school?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Sukuna growls and tears the wrapper open with his fingers. “Sleeping with a student and still so prudent.”
“That’s why I am prudent, brat.”
The second he has rolled the condom on, Sukuna grabs Megumi’s thighs and pushes them apart, giving himself more room. Sliding the head of his cock over Megumi’s folds, up to his clit, Sukuna grits his teeth. He is not even going to deny being bitter over getting robbed of the chance to enter Megumi with no damn rubber on his dick. Megumi jolts when Sukuna pats his overstimulated clit with his cock.
“Fuck,” Megumi hisses. He is about to say something more, but he is left gasping when Sukuna pushes his cock inside him in one, swift thrust. Megumi tilts his head back, grabbing the sheets hard with both hands, mouth left agape, eyes wide. “O-oh…”
Sukuna is not going to last for even half as long as he would have wanted, not after enduring things for so long already, and not when Megumi's walls squeezes so hard around him. He hoists Megumi’s legs around his waist and rests his elbows on each side of Megumi’s head. Megumi clings to him, and he sounds quite different now, gasping and moaning when Sukuna rolls his hips, burying himself deeper inside him. Sukuna is as tentative as he can, considering how overstimulated Megumi is, no matter how hard it is to resist the urge to fuck him senseless.
Sukuna ends up a sweaty and heavy pile of top of Megumi after coming so hard he saw white, which understandably did not take long. While it is a shame he didn't last longer, he does not have it in him to feel bitter. His legs are buzzing, and a soft ringing in his ears. Somewhere in his come-dunk mind does he feel Megumi’s fingers slowly combing through his sweaty hair. Sukuna just had the best damn sex in his life, and is already doubting anything is ever going to surpass it. Not if it is with anyone else than Megumi. Does he feel the same? Sukuna won't ask, but he sure fucking hope so.
“You’re heavy,” Megumi mumbles after a while.
“Sorry.” Sukuna grunts when he pushes himself off. Megumi stays on his back, legs still spread, a layer of sweat making his skin all shiny. Sukuna gently rubs his thumbs along Megumi's puffy outer lips, up to his swollen clit, causing Megumi’s legs to spasm again.
“G-god, enough is enough, Sukuna.”
“Did you manage seven times?” Sukuna murmurs.
Megumi offers him a weak smile. “Yeah, I think so. Might have been eight. I’m honestly not sure. It got kind of hazy there near the end.”
“At least we have a record to break now.”
Megumi’s smile grows wider. He pushes himself to his elbows before he sits up. It goes smoothly despite that his body must feel weak. At least Sukuna hope it does. Megumi combs Sukuna’s hair back again, giving a teasing scratch in his neck.
“What if I told you this was a one-time occasion and I ask you to return to being just my student from now on?”
Sukuna huffs out a small laugh and kisses Megumi’s cheek.
“I would love to see you try.”