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Sukuna had hated the idea at first. He was fourteen when he was told that he was already promised to someone and it had filled him with rage. The prince was just experiencing his firsts when it came to love and to have that ripped away made his chest burn with anger. He’d vowed to hate his betrothed and was adamant that he would get an annulment before they married.

His father had been unhappy with him when Sukuna had offered up his younger brother, Yuuji, as a sacrificial lamb instead. “He’s too young to know what freedom is! Cage him in a loveless marriage, not me! You’ve done enough to me.” He points to the tattoos that mark him as the heir apparent that adorn his face. Tattoos he had to sit through as they made him go through the old process, a metal needle meeting his skin thousands of times.

“This is your duty. Be upset if you wish, but the deal is done.” His father said with little room for argument. His words were cold and empty, not the reassurance of a parent, but the harsh command of a king. Sukuna hopes that when he’s king he is kind and warm. They’re already considered the most barbaric nation and it’s because of his clan's brutality in war.

“Your bride will arrive in a few days' time for your first meeting. I am told they are very...spirited.” His father’s lip curled in a smile and his red eyes blinked. “Sukuna, your job will be to make sure this goes smoothly. Your fiancee is some years younger than you. The Zen’in have planned a wedding for when they are 16 and you will be 23.”

“My betrothed is seven years younger than me?” He blinked in confusion. Yuuji was the same age then and would have been a much better match.

“Yes, she is the first girl born to the family in decades. We are lucky to have been chosen for this alliance and not the Gojo clan.” Sukuna huffed at the mention of his rival, well kind of rival, well actually they’re friends but his father can’t know that. They are rivals when they play video games and they try to beat each other at every sport. If he was honest, which he rarely is with himself, he’d rather marry Satoru than some little kid.

“Now get. You have your lessons to attend to and your mother has a planned lunch with us later.” His father is a little warmer when he speaks, eyes brighter on him, and he nods. The king isn’t the worst father, he tries, and that’s better than he’s heard of some other kings. Especially his grandfather who is a right old bastard. With a bow, he left the room and contemplated how to get out of his little situation.

A few days pass and it’s with little fanfare that the Zen’in arrive, mostly because they’re earlier than expected and it’s four in the morning. Servants bring them to rooms and they all meet later when it’s not an ungodly hour. His father sits on his black throne, the traditional Ryomen dragon sits atop the throne made out of gold and with its wings spread behind the king. Sukuna actually thinks the throne is cool and sat in it once to get a selfie.

His mom caught him but had just laughed and taken the picture for him before his father could catch them. Sukuna’s mom is actually really nice when she’s not pretending to be the uptight Queen she has to be. She likes to get dirty with them in the garden and runs around after them in pants! Pants! She’s the first Ryomen queen to wear them and it’s so cool. His father says his mother is the biggest trouble-maker in the kingdom and that Yuuji and him are following her bad example, but he’d be happy to be his mother’s son any day. So would Yuuji.

The two are nearly inseparable and Sukuna had been jealous until he realized it was because his little brother was so scared of their father when he was little. The king had yelled at Yuuji very harshly when he was two and the kid couldn’t even look at their dad for months after. It had been rough on their father, who had to maintain that he was a fierce king, and not a doting parent. They were at war then and Yuuji had gone outside without telling anyone and with no guard. He was a kid though and didn’t understand why his father was yelling.

The relationship was thankfully repaired, but his little brother and mother were still thick-as-thieves. A hand touches his arm and he looks at his mother as she passes him by to sit on the throne with his father, a red eye winking at him. “I think you’ll be surprised.” She whispers with the smallest smile and he nods, playing the good son, and looks forward.

The doors open and he expects a hoard of people to approach, but it’s just two. A very tall, muscular man who looks young and has a defined scar at the corner of his mouth. The guy looks exhausted even from here and he can tell the man would rather be anywhere else. The other person is very tiny and walking like they’re going to war. Emerald eyes, which wow he didn’t know someone’s eyes could be that bright, glare them down.

This kid was seven right? No seven-year-old he’d met was ever this serious. “Presenting Lord Fushiguro Toji and his daughter, Megumi.” The little girl scowls and literally abandons her father to trudge up to them. He almost, almost, laughs when the child bows curtly in front of them and then looks at them with angry eyes.

“I want an annulment.” Is declared and Sukuna chokes on his spit. A tiny finger is pointed at him and a scowl covers the little girl’s face. “He’s too old. The younger one is more fitting.”

“Megumi-” Fushiguro Toji sighs with exasperation and looks at them with the eyes of a pleading man. “I’m sorry King Ryomen, my child is a bit...outspoken.”

“Well may I ask your child why they think the crown prince is not as good as their younger sibling then? Age is but a number.” Green eyes look at his mother, who is smiling at the child with fondness already. Sukuna has to admit the kid has spunk.

“You’re cute.” Megumi says but then looks at him and gags. “Not cute.” He’d be offended if he wasn’t trying to hold back his laughter. Fushiguro Toji runs a hand over his face and looks like he wants to die.

“I apologize, my kid is a brat.” Is the only excuse given and he sees Yuuji vibrating next to him in excitement. No one has ever chosen Yuuji over Sukuna before, he hates to break it to the kid but this betrothment is not changing yet.

“Unfortunately, Megumi, the wedding is set in stone. I implore you to get to know my son. He’s a little bit prettier on the inside.” His mother says gently and green eyes look at him, assessing him.

“I don’t like pretty things.” The child pouts, but it seems to be a lie from the embarrassed blush on the girl's cheeks. “I like animals, swords, and books. People are awful. My daddy says so.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Toji groans and has to bow his head. The king laughs, actually laughs, and they all look at him.

“You remind me of my love. I think, Megumi, that I underestimated you. Come, breakfast is waiting.” The king stands and walks down the steps holding his hand out to the child who looks at the man warily before taking that offered hand.

“I like ginger.” The girl says and his father grins.

“Me too.” The king chats with the little girl and he shares a look with his mother, who is grinning at the precocious child. They all follow behind, the queen going to Fushiguro Toji taking the man’s arm in her hands.

Breakfast is a nice affair as soon as Megumi and Yuuji are introduced. The adults talk amongst themselves and the two kids, well mostly his brother, are talking. For Megumi’s earlier outspokenness the kid is actually a listener it seems and not a talker. Maybe she only cares about saying what she feels is important? He’s still not overly happy about the arrangement and is going to stop it, but at least he’s not dealing with some power-hungry toddler.

The rest of the day is actually quiet because the kids are off playing together and he’s able to just hang out. They share meals together, but it’s a relatively easy visit. Yuuji can’t stop talking about Megumi when Sukuna gets him ready for bed.

“I think I will marry Megumi instead, Suku! They are so pretty!” They?

“She.” He says firmly, but the boy pouts.

“Megumi said they don’t feel like a girl today, or a boy. That they are a they and that Megumi will tell me when they feel like a boy or girl.” His brother looked so confused when he said the words and he blinked in his own confusion at the string of confusing words.

“Huh?” He manages, helping his brother to get into bed.

“I don’t know, Suku, but Megumi is a they today.” Okay, cool. Cool. Gender was just a concept made my marketing companies anyways, right? How a seven-year-old had decided they were a they was beyond him. Gojo liked wearing skirts and the white-haired prince’s boyfriend wore some really weird outfits sometimes and makeup so it didn’t bother him.
With a shrug, he kissed his brother’s chubby cheek and read him one of his favorite stories from the Winne the Pooh series. The kid was obsessed with Tigger and had a plush of the feline held tightly to his little chest. It was a few minutes before his brother was out like a light and he went and got ready for bed himself.

The next few days were much the same and when the little future ruler, as they liked to be called, was making to leave Yuuji was in tears. “Can’t you stay forever?”

“My dad said no, but when I’m older I can.” Megumi said very calmly, patting the boy’s back as they embraced. It was cute and his mom was taking snapshots on her phone. The hug ended with his mother having to extract his brother from the other child and then green eyes looking at him.

“We’re on the same page?” It was such an adult thing that he stared at the child dumbly. “When you’re king you can make it so I can marry Yuuji instead. It’ll be a better match.” Toji sighed so heavily that he looked up at the man who shrugged.

“Let us see how things develop, shall we?” His mother interjected and he was grateful. Being rejected by a child was kind of insulting. The goodbyes were quick from there and the little family was off. Megumi and he were to exchange a letter each month and it was awkward before he realized that the child already knew his life because Yuuji facetimed with the other kid every day.

Sukuna didn’t see the point of the letters until Megumi was almost fourteen and he was twenty-one. The teen was asking him questions about how he felt about their engagement, what they should do, and asked the prince how to best go about getting their parents to see the reason that Yuuji was obviously the wiser choice.

The two weren’t in love, but they were best friends. An alliance would be secured happily between them and he was sure that it was a wiser choice. As he was at University and then, as required, going to do his two years of service he got their marriage postponed to when he was twenty-five. It gave them more time to plot and he was hopeful they would succeed.

During this time he didn’t date, couldn’t really with his whole nation knowing he was betrothed, and it irked him. He was a grown man and had urges just like any other would. He wanted to fuck pretty girls, and even some pretty boys, here and there. Sukuna couldn’t even attend college parties because of the image of the Royal Family. Gojo was an ass about it. His boyfriend, Geto Suguru, and him had gotten married when they were 19. It was an alliance, of course, but more a coverup for the numerous tabloids that had gotten pictures of the two making out in the back of a car. Idiots.

He missed them both though. His military service was rough on him. Sukuna had always trained his body hard, but the men at his side were comrades, not friends. They all treated him as their prince and he never felt there was anyone he could talk to. The letters between Megumi and him were lifelines for him. He had his phone sure, but it wasn’t the same, and it was nice to hear that Megumi was getting along well with his training in business and had gotten two new puppies for his birthday. The teen had even sent pictures.

Pictures which were the start of a very very big problem.

Megumi and he had agreed their marriage wasn’t happening, but as future in-laws they would be friends. This was before the pictures though. Sukuna was a man who appreciated beautiful things, pretty things, and his betrothed with ethereal. Wearing nothing more than a white button-up, tied above the belly-button, and blue jean shorts. Megumi was bending slightly as their lean fingers were petting the eight-month-old Tamaskan pups, and a smiling face was directed at the camera.

Megumi had grown. Their black hair was as messy as he remembered, but was silky and shined. Creamy skin was pale and unblemished, and the teen’s limbs were lean, but they had a very distinct waist and hips. Those long legs went for miles and he could already imagine them wrapped around his waist.

Nope. This wasn’t happening. They had agreed!
But those green eyes were seemingly looking into his soul and if his pants got a little tight there was no one around to notice. Okay, so maybe his fiance didn’t have to be his brother’s spouse? It was a marriage of alliance after all and he'd really like to ally his dick with Megumi's pussy. With a body and face like that Sukuna would be happy to give his spouse anything they wanted in return too.

The letter he wrote back included a plea for more pictures, “because he was so bored of the same scenery”. Megumi’s sent him a letter two weeks later, the first early letter in the time they started them, with pictures of everything. Their school, the garden outside of their house, pictures of Toji who looked even more tired with a teenager to care for, and then pictures surprisingly of Megumi. A lot of pictures of Megumi actually.

“Sorry, I’m in some. My friend insisted.” Friend? He’d like to meet this friend and give them a handshake because one picture was of Megumi’s backside and the gods have blessed the teen with a peach for an ass. Megumi seemed to wear dresses sometimes and pants sometimes, outfits varying in gender, but they never wore makeup or changed their hair. They were just wearing the clothes they found comfortable. Megumi was one of those lucky people though that looked good in everything. Sukuna spent a lot of time with the polaroid of Megumi’s backside and it even went in the inner coat pocket of his uniform, for safekeeping. Their letters became more frequent until twice a month became three times a month then four then as many as they could fit in.

The teen told him everything, from fights with their dad to the celebrity that had tried to hit on them through Instagram. Which, the prince had not known of said Instagram, and once approved by his fiancee felt like a blessed man. Megumi posted a lot of pictures of his friends, surprisingly a lot of Yuuji. Well, not that surprising since they had convinced their folks to let them attend the same school, but still a lot of pictures of his brother, a red-headed girl, and a boy with black hair that needed a happiness injection.

Sukuna was quick to follow his brother’s Instagram just to see picture after picture of Megumi. Had the two gotten closer? Were they falling in love? He really hoped not because the prince had made the very wise decision not to cancel his engagement. One does not get offered the chance to marry the literal embodiment of beauty but maybe once in a millennium and he was not losing his chance.

His letters became more probing, asking more direct questions about Megumi’s relationship with Yuuji, and he even called the kid to peek in from his brother’s end. Apparently, they were just best friends and nothing more. Yuuji even admitted that Megumi had a crush on an older boy and that it was pretty sad that the two couldn’t even go on a date because this older guy seemed to want nothing to do with Megumi until recently.

“Dude’s an idiot.” Yuuji laughed a little too loudly at Sukuna's words and he rolled his eyes at his kid brother.

“You have no idea. Megumi’s putting out these signals, but being stupid is genetic.” Sukuna’s brow wrinkled in confusion, maybe they were friends with the guy’s sibling at school? It didn’t really make sense, but he shrugged it off. “But hey! You get relieved in two weeks right?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see everyone.” He admits, laying back in his bunk. “This shit is exhausting.”

“Well, we’ll all be at your welcome home party. Megumi too!” He sat up at that. They hadn’t actually seen each other in person since before Sukuna left for college. Megumi had been all awkward limbs and large eyes in a slim face then, they hadn’t settled into their beauty yet. Excitement begins to fill him at the idea of seeing his betrothed and his foot taps absently as he thinks what he could do to impress the teen enough to get their attention.

“I’m looking forward to it.” He said and spoke with Yuuji briefly before trying to think up a plan. Maybe a man in uniform would impress the teen? With a grumble, he sighs and sleeps on it.

Two weeks pass in a blur and he’s being released from service with fanfare only a prince can receive. He makes sure to shake every hand and smile appropriately at his fellow shoulders, but he just wants to go home. When the black, metal paneled car comes to meet him at the front entrance he’s shocked to see his mom opening the passenger door and coming out.

She’s alone and he’s running, pulling her into his arms and holding her so tightly she laughs into his chest. He feels like he was just running in the garden with her and now here he is, towering over her in his army uniform. “Hi,” he says shyly, trying to hide his teary eyes. Red eyes look up to him and a wrinkled, yet beautiful hand cups his cheek.

“Hey, sweetie. I missed you.” She admits and his shoulders shake a bit and a happy tear gets swept away by those gentle fingers.

“I missed you too, mom.” She hugs him again and they hear a loud clapping behind them. In embarrassment, he blushes brightly to see his whole unit behind him, clapping and cheering. He rubs the back of his neck, but the queen just grins and gets him in the car after waving to the hoard of soldiers. They sit together in the back seat, his hand held between his mother’s and it’s the first warmth he’s felt in so long. “You know, Megumi came with Yuuji for your welcome home party. They’ve grown quite beautiful if I might say so.” He hums in acknowledgment and then his head snaps as he looks at his mother,

“What? W-why would I care about that?” He tries to say coolly, but his mother just laughs.

“Well, you know, a mother knows best sometimes. We’ll see what happens then, shall we?” He looks at her with narrowed red eyes, pouting a little at the mischief apparent in her own red hues. The rest of the drive to the airport and then the jet ride home is full of them talking about his coronation in a few months' time. With a degree in Business and Finance, he feels more confident in his ability to take over and start ruling as the King of his nation. His father isn’t that old, but the man is ready to be a person again not a figurehead. Sukuna will likely follow the same model so he can help his heir and actually guide them instead of abandoning them to a throne with no help from the one who had actually done the job and held the weight of the crown.

They’re home before he knows it and he’s exhausted. He’s thankful the party isn’t until tomorrow because he goes straight to his room and passes out in his bed, after changing into a pair of sweatpants. It’s the best sleep of his life and when he wakes up at five am, a routine he hopes to break, he feels refreshed.

Sukuna ends up going for a run through the grounds, running into his brother on the way. They hug briefly before jogging through the garden maze together, catching up with each other. His brother apparently brought a girl with him and he’s quite infatuated with her. Yuuji brought her as a friend, but he’d like them to be more. Megumi knows and is friends with the girl too.

The prince just nods along as they run and then parts ways with his sibling so he can shower when they get back inside. Their rooms are still next door to each other so they meet up again to get breakfast. Unfortunately, the object of his hopeful affections is missing. His eyes must give him away because his brother snorts.

“Sleeping beauty was working late on their thesis for that college program they are enrolled in. They finished it at like 4 this morning from the text I got.” Yuuji sits down noisily across from his mom and he sits across from his father’s empty seat. They wait for the king to join them before starting to eat. A large smile covers his father’s face upon seeing him and they embrace, a firm hand to his neck.

“Good to see you, son. They did feed you, hmm?” His father laughs and he’s a little embarrassed. His body has definitely filled out some more. Sukuna’s shoulders are wider and waist trimmer, abs defined, and muscles honed. He’s taller too, now hitting a solid 6’5.

“It’s so unfairrrr, dad! Suku got all the tall genes.” His brother complains playfully and he flicks a piece of apple at him, which the teen catches with his mouth.

“It’s all the coffee you snuck as a kid, Yuuji.” Their mother interjects with a playful smile. “I told you it would make you short.”

“But it made me zoom!” Sukuna laughs and grins at his family, happy to be home again after so long. It will be hours before the party and he’s grateful for this time.

“Son, you’ll be with me until four today. We have some matters to iron out together.” He nods and they eat together, his father dominating the conversation. The rest of the day follows like that. The king prepares him for all the diplomats that will be coming, who he needs to speak with, and who he might be able to leave to his brother and parents.

“Megumi will be your date for the night, Sukuna.” His father says off-hand, and he frowned.

“I don’t think they’ll like that.” He interjects. Megumi wasn’t one for being shown off like a prized peacock.

“They already accepted yesterday morning. You’ll both arrive after all the other guests, together, at 6:30.” He nods in understanding and his heart beats a little harder. He’s a military man now though so he affects a stoic exterior for the time being. When he finally gets to go get ready though? He fist pumps in the air and puts on his favorite playlist. His outfit is classic military-style formal wear set in the customary black, gold, and red of their nation.

His hair is styled nicely enough and he makes sure to double up his deodorant and then splashes himself with his favorite cologne. If he spends some extra time looking himself over it’s just because a lot of eyes will be on him, it isn’t because a specific set of beautiful, lively emeralds will be looking too.

The guests start arriving at 5:30 and by 6:15 he nervously paces back and forth in his room before finally getting up his courage and going to Megumi’s room. It’s always been the room assigned to his betrothed, but Sukuna’s actually never been inside of it. When he knocks the door is opened by a servant from the inside and purple eyes widen.

The boy bows to him and then welcomes him inside to the sitting room couch. “Megumi will be out momentarily, my prince.” The blonde boy disappears and the soft sound of music drifts out until it is abruptly turned off. Not a minute later Megumi appears and Sukuna is floored.

“Boy, girl, or they today?” He asks, a question he’s so used to asking that he’s surprised when Megumi smiles so brightly at hearing it.

“Girl for now.” She answers and he nods, admiring the sight before him as his betrothed slips on black, shiny Louis Vuitton stilettos. The jumpsuit Megumi wears hugs her body tightly and he swallows thickly at the netting on the sides and chest reveals so much and yet so little to him. When Megumi turns and bends over to fix her shoes, his vision zeroes in on that sweet peach of an ass. He’s so screwed.

Clearing his throat he looks away quickly and hopes the heat on his ears is not on his face too when the teen looks back at him. “Ready?” He asks and stands, holding his arm out. Megumi’s got makeup on now that he’s looking at her face and not that sexy body. Mascara, red lipstick, and sharp eyeliner. Her hair has been tamed some but left to frame her pretty face.

“You’ve gotten so tall, Suku-chan.” Megumi says, and her voice is so beautiful. He just stares in response until the girl shifts a little, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Sorry, you haven’t called me that in so long.” He says to cover his silence and red lips turn to a shy smile.

“Well, even if you don’t want to get married you’re still my Suku-chan.” Megumi’s green eyes stare at him warmly and he very much wants to tell her ‘Yes, I would love to marry you! Actually, how about we go to a church right now? Wedding nights are so much fun after all, right, Megumi!’ Instead, he smiles at her and she wraps her arm around his.

“It’s nice that you’re home,” Megumi says warmly, and he knows that she means it. The girl rarely speaks in anything but truths.

“I’m glad to be back. I missed everyone.” He replies and they walk out of the room and to the entrance hall. They have a few minutes to spare and he takes that time to talk with the beauty at his side. His date! Megumi’s skin is a naughty tease and he knows he’ll be adding this to his fantasies for later.

He moves his hand to the small of Megumi’s back and green eyes look at him with surprise, although she can’t say anything as their names are called and they enter the room with a flourish. It’s full to the brim with assholes and sycophants. Sukuna’s actually so happy to have his fiancee with him now because they have a lot of eyes on them that would love to tear both of them apart, better to keep Megumi close.

“I’m here, don’t worry.” The girl at his side whispers and he looks at her, hiding his surprise. “We’ll get through it and then have a nicer time later with those who really matter.” It sounds like a promise and he nods in return. They head into the room together, his hand glued to his betrothed’s back as she carries conversations for them, and introduces him to numerous people he forgets about instantly.

Sukuna’s mind is far more preoccupied with the fact that Megumi’s eyelashes are so long, lips so plump, face just so pretty, and the jumpsuit! He’s still stuck on it and when he can he takes a look at that perky ass discreetly. The girl at his side has pinched him twice already when he let his attention, and hand, slip and he’s glad to be kept on track, but if she wasn’t so distracting he wouldn’t be having this issue.

Hours of pointless handshakes and bows later they get to the dancing portion of the night. He and Megumi have to dance first, since it’s his party, and without practicing he’s a little nervous. Sukuna knows the steps, but his body is a lot bigger than when he was 17. Megumi is also shorter than him by a fair few inches. Her heels only put her at his collarbone.

“Almost done.” She says with a reassuring smile as they head to the ballroom together. All of their guests are joined there and he swallows nervously. This was the part of ruling he was nervous about. He isn’t a people person like Yuuji. It’s why he didn’t have many friends, other than Gojo and Suguru. The eyes on him make him nervous, but the hand that wraps around his waist in return is a comfort.

The music starts when they settle in their places and it’s not half bad. Megumi murmurs steps under her breath for him and he’s so grateful to her. He’s going to buy her something special for her help today. His nervousness seems to melt away and she smiles at him as he settles into the dance. From there his date is stolen by his father and his mother comes to him, smiling and letting him know how proud of him she is. His brother taps in when the music shifts again, there’s a murmur in the crowd, but Yuuji’s always forgiven his oddities. “Hey, so Megumi looks smokin’ right?” Honey eyes look at him with clear and open question and he swallows.

“Uh, she looks very lovely, yes.” He tries and knows his ears are red again. His brother grins and nods eagerly.

“Right, and Megumi's a she today? Cool! You know, Suku, if I was a girl who was betrothed to a cute prince I’d dress up too, just saying.” Yuuji shrugs and grins at him with a wink.

What? He blinks at his brother who wiggles his eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re an idiot. She doesn’t like me. She’s made it clear that you’re her choice.” He says with clear understanding and is surprised when Yuuji snorts.

“Right, and yet she’s sending you letter after letter and I get one-word texts.” Yuuji makes eyes at him, saying ‘think stupid’ with his expression and it clicks after a moment.

“Oh...Oh! I’m the older guy!” He whispers with excitement and his brother chuckles.

“Yeah, idiot. You are and Megumi is too embarrassed to say something so please go make out with my best friend tonight? I can’t hear her wax poetic about you anymore. She caught a glimpse of you last night and wouldn’t stop talking about how tall you are. Which, ouch, my feelings.” Sukuna doesn’t even care for the fake hurt. He’s turning away from Yuuji and looked for his bride-to-be, finding her with his mother.

Approaching hotly, red and green eyes land on him and he clears his throat. “Can I have this dance, Fushiguro Megumi?” Pretty emeralds widen on him and a small, pleased smile comes to red lips.

“Yes.” A petite hand is put out and he grabs it gently within his own. The music shifts with a flick of his father’s hand and they’re dancing, more swaying, to the music as many other couples are doing as well.

“I like you a lot.” He says quietly and feels the girl in his arms shrink back and look at him.

“You do?” Her eyes are wide with surprise, cheeks coloring a pretty pink and lips parted sweetly.

“Yeah,” Sukuna replies with a smile and she actually squeaks, facing turning red, and hugging him tightly. “You okay?” He asks gently, having expected something a little more...romantic maybe then being almost tackled.

“I’m so happy.” He hears mumbled against his shoulder and grins in response. They finish out the dance and then he drags Megumi off the dancefloor and sneaks them out to one of the balconies. “I’m they now.” He hears said gently and he nods in understanding. “I want to be authentic here, my truest self.” They say to him and he grins, cupping that beautiful face in his large hands and leaning forward so they can kiss. It’s a gentle meeting of lips, sweet pecks, and then lingering touches.

“I can’t wait for you to rail me.” Megumi says with bright eyes and mischief in them that reminds him of his mother’s own wildness. He chokes at the sentence, eyes widening as he sees his fiancee grinning at him. “You got so big,” Thin hands trail along his wide shoulders and then down his chest to the belt of his uniform, thumbs hooking into it and pulling him closer to his desire, “and yummy. The tabloids don’t do you justice.”

A pink tongue darks out to lick red lips and he just remembers that Megumi is wearing lipstick. “Uh...I mean we...we have to wait until marriage.” He tries and green eyes roll.

“If you think you’re not getting ridden to the grave tonight you’re more of an idiot than Yuuji thought.” His ears are so red and he thinks his cheeks have to be too. How does Megumi even have the tact to be this naughty and look so classy while saying all of it? He swallows thickly and tries his best to not imagine himself laying back and getting to see that pale body writhing on his cock.

He fails, miserably, and looks down in panic as long fingers stroke his hardening length through the fabric of his pants. “Megumi...I need you to not. We-we have a party and I have to be a respectable Prince.” He tries and then jumps when that hand squeezes down on him.

“You’re right, I’m so sorry. I’m leaving you hanging here, huh?” The sparkle in green eyes scares him because there is a plan in them. One Sukuna is not sure he is ready for. Fuck, he feels like a blushing virgin. Well, he is, but he wanted to impress his spouse not to become hard at naughty words and touches through clothing. He feels like a fourteen-year-old all over again.

“You know, Suku-chan, you have a really nice chest. You mind if I play with it, just a little?” He groans when a teasing hand runs firmly over his chest, biting his lip to hold back any further noise.

“Who are you and what did you do with Fushiguro Megumi?” He asks, panting just a little. This is embarrassing. He’s going to cum in his pants if Megumi keeps their teasing up.

“I’ve wanted you to stuff your cock in my pussy for five years.” A hand threads into the short hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ve imagined thousands of ways for us to fuck and I want every single one of them to come true, Sukuna.” Megumi squeezes his cock with each of his final words and he groans into the kiss his fiancee places on his lips.

He's screwed. His spouse was going to kill him through sex appeal alone. He manages to pull those teasing hands away from his body and looks sternly at the other who pouts. “If you want me to take you to bed tonight then stop. I...I want to enjoy our first time together, not be worried the whole castle will see us.” He admits shyly and Megumi beams at him, cupping his face and leaning against his body.

“I’m sorry, I got too excited. You’re just so hot.” A sweet laugh fills the air and he blushes in embarrassment but smiles a little. “I’ll make this up to you, okay? I’m so glad we can move forward with the engagement now!” Thin arms wrap around him and Megumi presses their face against his chest. His fiancee looks tiny compared to his muscled body but he likes it so much. He can probably wrap both his hands around Megumi’s waist and have them meet the teen is so tiny there, but their waist only helps to accentuate that pretty ass.

Wanting a little payback himself he brings a large hand down and squeezes a perky cheek which has Megumi squeaking and looking at him, eyes wide in surprise. “I hope these fantasies you had are shareable?” A bright blush covers that pretty face and his fiancee ducks their head to his chest again. “What all your courage gone, kitten?” He teases and the arms on him squeeze.

“I’m just happy. I wanted this for so long.” His red eyes blink down and stare into green ones. “I never wanted to be with Yuuji, but you were so handsome even when I was little that I was scared. I always wanted you to be…” Megumi pauses, biting their lip and looking away before their eyes meet again, “well I always wanted you to be my husband.”

With a smile, he ducks down and kisses soft lips, and strokes his hand along that thin back. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” He admits and quickly wipes a stray tear from his fiancee’s cheek.

“I’m just glad we can finally get started on the rest of our lives,” Megumi says the words with such conviction that his heart beats faster and he can’t help but kiss them. A gentle knock on the glass has them turning and looking to see his mother waving at them, a wide smile on her lips. They both nod and return to the party.

They get married a month before his coronation and Sukuna has not had a more strange change to his life because he loves Megumi, the letters had been the catalyst, but now that they spend every day together he knows he does. They are so sweet with him during the day. His soul feels complete in a way that makes him know being King with Megumi at his side will be easier.

The strange part is that what he thought would be average sex fantasies were nothing of the like. Especially now with him tied to the bed, thighs and calves stuck together by black bands and rope around his pecs and stomach. Megumi is a pervert. Had admitted they had probably read too much hentai and that Sukuna was so attractive that they just couldn’t let him get away from exploring all the options they had in the bedroom.

“Suku-chan!” Megumi says brightly, skipping over to the bed with two dildoes in his hands. “Dragon or regular today?” He rolls his eyes and looks pointedly at the dragon one because his spouse is going to talk him into it either way. Megumi had decided he was a ‘he’ today and wanted to give.

Sukuna, at first, had been very confused the first time thin fingers had played with his rim, and then one had slid in and played with the bundle of nerves inside him until he was drooling. He sent a hand-written apology note to Satoru and Suguru for all his jokes about anal. His spouse was obsessed with his hole and pecs, though Megumi called them his tits, and it made him embarrassed at times when they touched casually.

If Megumi was a pervert he’d definitely was making Sukuna one too. “Oh, good! I hate when you pretend you’re not a size queen!” A tickling laugh fills the air and he rolls his eyes. The gag in his mouth stretches his lips wide and he groans when he shifts and the plug in him does too. “One minute, baby!”

He whines a little and his husband just laughs, out of sight for now, and then returns a moment later, strapped up with the dragon dildo. “Ready? Your greedy little hole did so well with the plug today! It practically swallowed it up, what a hungry pussy you have.” He blushes fiercely at the dirty talk and shakes his head a little. “Oh, what, my baby doesn’t like me talking about his pussy like that?”

He feels a light pull at the plug stuffed in him and his back arches just so. A trained response to what comes next. “Well? You like me training your pussy, don’t you? It’s so pink and pretty too. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. Blink twice if you want me to show you how good your little boy hole can feel?”

Sukuna blinks twice and the plug is pulled harshly from his hole, but his whole body arches and he almost cums if it weren’t for the device on his cock. “Oh, what a good reaction, honey. You’re just the sweetest husband. Now let’s fill that pretty pussy right back up, hmm?”

The head of the false cock kisses his loose rim and pushes into it slowly. His head is thrown back, tears in his eyes at the stretch, and he breathes raggedly through his nose. “Shh, it feels so nice, right? Always feels nice when you fill mine, baby, so I know it does. You have a hungry cunt after all, so naughty for me too.” The words are whispered into his ear and he blushes brightly as their hips meet. The dildo nuzzling his prostate and making him shake under his spouse.

“So pretty, Suku-chan.” A warm hand caresses his cheek and then moves down teasingly to his nipple, tweaking it. “A perfect meal for me at the end of the day, hmm?” That sweet mouth moves to his other nipple and sucks on it. He’s gotten so sensitive from how much his spouse plays with his chest that even that mouth on his nipple has gotten him to cum alone.

The pleasure is making a burning heat coil in his belly and he jerks his hips to get Megumi to stop teasing his prostate and go at him. He hates the teasing, but his husband is full of mischief and likes to tease and be teased. A soft giggle vibrates against his pec and he moans around his gag. “So impatient.” Sharp teeth bite at his nipple gently before his areola is sucked into that hot, warm mouth and those teeth bite fiercely around it.

His brain is whiting out and his hole clenches hotly against the dildo within him, hips stuttering and Megumi pulls back with wide green eyes. “Did you just have an anal orgasm?” An excited shout reaches his ears but he’s floating and when he comes back Megumi is staring down with a massive grin. “Good job, baby! I thought it was going to take at least a year to train your hole like that!”

The gag in his mouth is taken out and their kissing, sloppy and slow. His whole body hums with bliss and he sighs into the gentle mouth on him. “What a good husband! With the best pussy.”

“Megumi!” He groans and his spouse just grins, taking the ring off his cock next. He groans and bites his lip. “Can I touch you?”

“Not yet, puppy. I wanna ride you while you’re stuffed full.” Megumi unlatches himself from the strap, leaving it settled in his hole, and scoots back. His husband is tiny compared to him and the fact he’s the dominant one in their sex life would probably make people laugh, but Sukuna actually likes being taken care of like this. Megumi never does anything without talking him through it, making sure he’s comfortable and establishing rules. It’s safe in their bedroom to try things like this, for his husband to be a husband but also a wife when they please, sometimes both. They both had certain plays they wouldn’t engage in and had gone over them with one another.

They’d accidentally stumbled onto Megumi’s kink for having his own nipples milked when Sukuna had spent twenty minutes going at them when his wife, that day, had decided to sit on his lap at lunch and left him with a boner for the rest of the meal. There is a little cow patterned outfit and nipple pumps stashed away, and the days they use them his spouse is always happy to drool over his cock like it’s all they will ever love.

Megumi had stumbled on his husband’s dirty talk kink early on and if anything bothered them they let the other know. “Suku-chan, is the best.” Megumi says with a kiss to his lips. He was undoing the straps on his thighs and calves and then lovingly stretching his legs out, getting any kinks out of his knees. The plug pushed deeper and he groaned, arching a little and whimpering when Megumi pulled it out and then slammed it back in. “Such a greedy pussy, really.”

The words make him blush fiercely. Finally, his husband climbs on top of him and sits on his abs, tiny hands kneading his pecs. “You have such pretty tits and a great pussy. I think you would have made a really pretty girl, baby.” Whining gently he pushes into that pleasurable touch and is rewarded with his spouse sliding back and rubbing the globes of his ass against his erection. “I’m happy you’re a boy though, Suku-chan, because your cock is just as perfect as the rest of you. My pussy loves it.”

He groans and bucks his hips which gets his little lover laughing but adjusting so that the tip of his cock is sliding into those wet folds. “Feels so nice, Gumi.” He mumbles as more of him is taken within that warmth. Sukuna is owned by the pleasure he is given and he’s lucky that Megumi loves him because if this was a loveless marriage he’d still be under the thumb of that precious pussy.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to make you feel like heaven?” Green eyes stare down into his while the boy lifts up and then slams his hips down, taking him to the base. It makes the dildo in him push at his prostate and he shouts, pulling against his restraints. Warm hands still knead at his chest and he won’t last long, especially with his last orgasm still humming in his veins. “You’re so handsome. I can’t believe you’re all mine.” Megumi pants, hips moving as his spouse rides him.

“Love you.” He moans as a particular thrust and squeeze to his nipples makes his vision spin.

“Love you too, Sukuna! So much!” Megumi’s pussy is fluttering around him and he can’t hold back. He plants his feet on the bed, focused on the muscles in his legs, and does his spouse’s favorite move. He slams up into that waiting pussy, right to Megumi’s womb and cums. A loud shout fills the air and black hair whips back as the body above him arches in ecstasy his own bliss coming swiftly with the pressure around his dick and the almost painful pleasure of tight hands on his chest pushing him over the edge.

They both pant into the air as they come down from the ecstasy of release. Megumi lays against his chest, leaving Sukuna’s cock inside, one of their favorite things to do, and laying little kitten kisses along his collarbone. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you, gorgeous. Still a boy?” Black hair tickles his chin when his spouse shakes their head.

“Just Megumi for now.” They’re both a little tired, but he can’t stay tied up like this so he gently nudges his spouse.

“Can you untie me, baby? I want to hold you.” There is a quiet nod and then the soft handcuffs are gone and then the rope around his pecs is removed. It takes about ten minutes to untie him and the final touch is the dildo in him being pulled out. He groans as his hole flutters and tries to keep the toy inside.

“You want me to leave it?” Megumi asks, but they both know they have an early breakfast meeting.

“Tomorrow night maybe, but you topped all week. I want tomorrow. I miss my little cow.” Megumi blushes brightly, thighs tightening.

“Yeah.” They say breathily and drop the toy. Their nipples are erect and he knows he can’t go another round.

“I’m too wiped, baby. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Megumi comes over quickly and grabs his face, stroking his cheeks gently, “don’t apologize. You did so well today. An anal orgasm after only a few months of training is great, some men never work up to those. I expect you to be tired. Tomorrow you can take charge. I miss you going at my tits like a calf anyways.” They both laugh gently and then his spouse cleans up before washing him off with a damp cloth. His legs feel like jelly and he knows he needs to stay put for now.

Eventually, his spouse comes back to bed and settles onto his chest. Their nipples rub together and they both groan a little but it’s just like the little buds are kissing, saying hello, is what Megumi had said once. They nuzzle into one another and he wraps his arms around the tiny body resting against his own. A hand slyly tries to move to his cock and he bats it away. “Not tonight,” he mutters tiredly and looks at his spouse sharply.

“Come on, baby, you know I sleep better with you in me.” They whine, pouting, and he rolls his red eyes at fake teary green ones.

“If you’re good I’ll play daddy tomorrow and you can keep me inside all night. Put a baby right in you like that.” Pink lips part, green eyes distant for a moment, and the body on his tenses before relaxing.

“Okay, sounds nice. Daddy play is always my favorite.” Sukuna smiles when his beloved settles onto his chest, his hand grabbing their blanket and pulling it over them. He places a kiss on raven hair and feels warm lips press to his throat. “Night, beautiful.” He whispers and gets a pleased, warm sound in return.

“Night, baby. Love you.” Megumi mumbles tiredly and he smiles gently.

“Love you too, always will.” The body on his is warm and beloved, the spirit inside of it is special and caring, a spirit that loves him fiercely without fear, and he thinks that maybe as long as he loves Megumi just as fiercely they’ll be happy like this forever.