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Megumi is not a patient person.
He can’t stand most things and people. So it takes him by surprise and pisses him off when he’s transferred to an All Boys Academy for The Religious a week after he turns 18.
He’s sure it’s Satoru Gojo’s doing. Megumi doesn’t think about him long enough to ponder if he was a family friend or his actual legal guardian. He’s used to doing his own thing nowadays.
Apparently this school had a good curriculum and better programs for ‘intelligent minds like Megumi’. Whatever that meant. He decides he can somewhat deal with it.
What he can’t deal with are judgemental students and faculty looking down on him. Being enrolled and looked after by one of the directors wasn’t his choice so why should he suffer?
“Fushiguro-kun, we have like— two minutes before art history starts.” Noritoshi Kamo is urging him up by the slip of his blazer.
“One second,” Megumi stands from his crouch, blowing out the last puff of his stolen cigarette before stomping it out and straightening himself up. “Okay, let’s run.”
Noritoshi grabs him by the forearm and dashes to the literature building, not wasting any time to get to the room. Their teacher, Ryomen Sukuna, seemed to be out for all of his students, smart or not. And if somehow under the moon, did he manage to have a favorite, they must’ve been related to Einstein.
Megumi isn’t sure how art history is supposed to be run but he’s sure it’s not like how his teacher does it. Requesting 5 pages of filled in guided notes with no cue on which pages or sections to look for them in should be illegal. And if it was a crime, he’s sure the man would be receiving the death penalty.
“Fuck, okay, we have forty seconds.” Noritoshi straightens his uniform’s tie before slowing down in the hall and sliding open the classroom door.
“Back outside.” They hear Sukuna mutter from his desk.
“We’re not late.” Megumi slammed the door shut behind him irritably. What the fuck? They just made it with less than 35 seconds to spare.
“Mother of Mary, he can read a clock,” Sukuna replied sarcastically, earning a few snickers from some idiot students. “I don’t know how you managed to sneak it in, but, pleasant reminder: smoking, snorting, vaping, shooting it up or however it’s done isn’t permitted on campus. You and your friend can sit out today’s lesson.”
“I wasn’t smoking on campus, I was smoking behind campus.” Megumi corrected, trying to straighten the clear quirk of his lip before he got a ruler thrown at him or something.
Before Sukuna could reply, the loud chime of the school’s unpleasantly loud church bells filled their ears and Megumi was shrugging off his backpack and trudging to his seat uncaringly.
“Books out, eyes open. I know none of you did any of these papers,” Sukuna paused to grab a pile of papers from his desk,”Without using Wikipedia. So we’re doing a pop quiz to see how many people were paying attention last class.”
Megumi rolls his eyes internally and leans his head against his palm tiredly. He used an illegal plug-in to access the answer key, actually. He just needed to pass this class and while he did retain information really well, he couldn’t stand his asshole teacher so fuck it.
“Fushiguro, who was Martin Luther and why was he important in the evolution of art?”
A student’s hand shot up,”Sir, I know this!”
“Quiet, I said Fushiguro.” Sukuna said with unmoving eyes from the boy.
“Martin Luther, prominent figure in the reformation and the evolution of catholic art. He thought the church was a sham and—“
“Surprising. Can anyone add to that?” Sukuna cut in, scanning the room for any potential victims. “Didn’t think so. Your papers are coming back to you and if you have less than a 70, God help us all, you need to revise. Papers are due at the end of the block and failure to hand it in will result in written notices. Make my life easier and turn in something.”
Megumi tried not to think about it too hard. He’s averaging a good 88% in the class so his work isn’t mediocre but he knows if he tried harder it could be better.
“Fushiguro, you don’t need to stick around, you skated by with a 92. Go get a slip from administration, you’re still not off the hook.”
Megumi stood from his seat agonizingly slow to drag out the awful screech of the old wooden seat against the linoleum floor and shoved a middle finger down into his pocket. Fuck this class.
He kicks his chair into the desk hard enough to make it rattle before striding past him wordlessly and walking out of the class.
There were vending machines on campus so he may as well get a little something on his way to the office. A detour wouldn’t hurt.
After securing a Fanta and a bag of baked Lay’s chips, Megumi finally made his way down to administration and didn’t bother signing in upon entering.
“Excuse me, Fushiguro, sign in and take a seat.” The lady upfront looked up from her computer pointedly.
Megumi popped open the can of his drink before taking a small sip and walking over and around the desk, leading to staff only offices. He didn’t care enough to listen. He didn’t care enough to be here.
“Gojo, your kid is breaking all of the rules right now!” The lady turned to yell into a specific hall of offices.
Moments later, Satoru turned the corner with an exaggerated sigh and shook his head. “I’m taking a meeting in 50 seconds, what does he want?”
“I need a behavior slip. Ryomen says smoking even if you’re not on campus is a sin against humanity.” Megumi doesn’t completely tell the truth.
“Suguru can do that, come on back.” Satoru motions with a flip of his hand, sighing when Megumi sips on his drink in response and trudges over.
They only make it a few steps down the hall before Megumi is in the doorway of Suguru Getou’s office and Satoru is already in his office attending said meeting.
“Whose class are you coming from?” Suguru reached over to snag a behavioral sheet and sighed.
“Ryomen.”
“For what?”
“Smoking, existing and sinning simultaneously.” Megumi sets the can on a free space on Suguru’s desk and looks around the office for anything to busy himself with while his slip is being filled out.
“You weren’t smoking in the bathrooms were you? Because then I’d have to switch this out with a suspension form.” Suguru quirked a thin brow.
Megumi thought Suguru was generally okay. I mean, he didn’t love the guy. Didn’t like him either. But he didn’t hate his guts too. It was a so-so ordeal. “He wishes. It was behind the library, so technically it’s off campus, right?”
“Megumi-kun. You’re in school hours, it’s still not permitted.”
“Okay,” Megumi started. “But I don’t have a chance at night either. I’ll be written up for being off campus after the dorm hours.”
“Right, to prevent smoking.” Suguru shakes his head and continues to scribble in the needed information for the sheet. “How’d you get contraband?”
“You don’t count how many cigarettes you have on standby?” Megumi scratches his neck funnily and purses his lips when Suguru’s expression is unfaltering.
“Stealing from staff is suspension worthy— and a sin.”
“You kiss boys.” Megumi deadpans.
“Don’t make me write you another one, little shit.” Suguru lowers his voice and glances around.
Megumi knows these people are frauds. Academy for The Religious his ass. Half of the board doesn’t believe in the shit in the curriculum, it’s just to make the chairman look good.
In fact, if he could bet his entire life savings on the different students that he knew were fucking eachother, he’d have enough money to start his own bullshit school.
“Well.”
“Back to class,” Suguru slides the filled out sheet to him with an eye roll. “And behave.”
“Ryomen says he doesn’t need me back since I got a good grade on the assignment from yesterday.” Megumi plops down on the uncomfortable wool lined chair perched in front of Suguru’s desk and swallows down the rest of his drink.
“You have..” Suguru peers down at his watch and taps the head of his pen on the table. “About 15 minutes left of the class. And you don’t have your bag with you, so there’s no obligation here.”
Megumi stood and chucked the can in the bin beside him before snatching the slip off from the desk and replacing it with the bag of chips. “God bless.” He crooned.
He’s unsure if he got a reply back or not because by then he’s already back out front and shooting a dirty look to the desk lady just before kicking the door open and slamming it back shut.
Maybe he’ll take another detour.
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“I’m surprised you bothered to come back.” Sukuna peered through the thick glass of the back office window and let the thin blinds cascade down moments after.
Megumi wasn’t moved to see the class let out early. It was normal for Sukuna to let out students before the scheduled time on Fridays.
He wordlessly gathered his bag and brought the paper over to the office begrudgingly. “Signed pretty.”
“You can put it in the file storage behind the door.”
Megumi didn’t think the request was too strange, he’s done it a lot for other teachers before. His literature teacher, Kento Nanami, wrote him up plenty of times despite letting him off the hook other times. After bringing back his behavioral slip, he didn’t bother to let it marinate before he was walking into Nanami’s office and putting it in the file storage.
Megumi set his bag down on a stool beside the door and let the door swing closed for easier access to the hanging folders.
A deafening silence filled Megumi’s ears as he began working at unlocking his class number’s section and looking for his name. Thoughts of what he was going to do and how he was going to spend the rest of his Friday flooded his mind as he finished up, too deep in thought to realize the lingering presence behind him.
Megumi let out a terrified breath when he felt Sukuna’s body press against his, clearly pressing his uncomfortably hard erection against Megumi’s back. “You make this so easy for me.” He hears Sukuna whisper against the exposed skin above his collar.
“No.” Megumi attempts to shove Sukuna off of him before he’s being pinned against the door with his body and Sukuna’s arms are wrapped around his lithe waist.
“No? You’re asking for it,” Sukuna paused to begin unbuckling Megumi’s belt, pressing his nose flush against his neck. “So beautiful and you want my attention. Well, you’ve got it. Be grateful.”
“I don’t want your attention!” Megumi hissed, now panicking as the sound of his zipper falling fills his ears. “I don’t want you!”
“You love playing hard to get with me.” Sukuna continued, dipping his hand down the front of Megumi’s briefs, relishing in the feel of the smooth flesh meeting his fingertips. It almost has his mouth watering when he assumes Megumi went out of his way to clean up for him.
Megumi is struggling against the door up until Sukuna’s fingers brush over his slit and his cursed exposed clit, eliciting a choked whimper from him.
It’s silent for what feels like an eternity when Sukuna makes this revelation. “You’re a girl?”
“No! I’m not—“
“It’s okay, I won’t tell.” Sukuna coos, swiping his finger over his clit once more for confirmation. “Will you be a good boy for me?” The emphasis on the word makes Megumi’s skin crawl as much it makes his insides heat up.
He never imagined he’d be in this position up until today. Sure, the man was attractive but he was an asshole and Megumi would’ve never given it up to him for that reason alone.
He didn’t want to admit it, but, being in this position and not knowing what was going to happen next had him clenching his hole and panting a bit out of arousal and less than terror.
“I—“ Another drag at his clit. “Yes! I’ll be a good— good boy.” He whimpered into the door.
“I want to take a look at you. Get undressed and sit on the table.” Sukuna gave one last filthy caress to Megumi’s folds before removing his hand and allowing Megumi to make his move.
Megumi froze in his spot. Should he run and tell? Would anyone believe him? Should he stay and listen? His fingers trembled as he ultimately worked to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, kicking out of his trousers and briefs in one motion.
Sukuna only unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, not yet freeing his erection for the sake of enjoying and carefully dragging out this moment. His admittedly favorite student letting him ravish them was a wet dream come true and who was he to rush it?
Back in his seat soon after, he watched as Megumi shrugged off his shirt, revealing a non surprising flat chest and padded up to the desk shamefully.
“Well? Are you going to keep me waiting all day? I said sit on the table.”
Megumi obeyed his instructions and sat up on the table in front of him with beautifully thin legs pressed together, as if he wished to hide his beauty from Sukuna’s hungry eyes (and mouth).
Sukuna hooked his hands underneath Megumi’s knees and pried his legs open, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the start of his inner thigh.
“Gorgeous, yes.” Sukuna hums before leaning in to take the first taste of his meal. He licks through Megumi’s folds, seared closed by sticky arousal, breathing out thanks when Megumi’s thigh twitched just by his face.
A hand dropped to reveal the full anatomy of Megumi’s pussy and sent an aroused huff out of Sukuna’s mouth.
He can see Megumi’s twitching hole accumulating a creamy arousal while his perfectly shaped clit is glistening with both his saliva and prior juices. It’s dripping and it’s all for him.
Sukuna doesn’t wait before leaning in again and immediately flicking his tongue and sucking at Megumi’s clit. He dips the tip of his tongue into Megumi’s hole repeatedly as he’s greedily lapping at the onslaught of juices dripping out.
Megumi’s eyes are clenched shut and his hands are clenched at his chest awkwardly. He’s unsure what to do with them as he’s trembling and letting out pathetic moans in response to Sukuna’s repeated actions.
“Good boy, you’re enjoying this. I’m going to have you come just like this.. and then once more on my cock.” He purrs, sucking on the swollen head of Megumi’s clit and prodding at the slick hole with a curious index finger.
He’s both happy and disappointed to see that his finger was accepted smoothly and with no resistance. He’d love to be Megumi’s first, to open him up and carve the shape of his cock into Megumi’s virgin walls. Unfortunately, it seems that the small fantasy was ruined at the discovery.
“You’re still so tight, so, I’m happy. Are you playing with yourself regularly or are you giving it up to whoever wants it like a little slut?” Sukuna moves his finger around in question and allows himself to grin when the movement draws lewd squelches from Megumi’s hole.
“Playing— playing with myself, sir.” Megumi gasps out and squeezes around Sukuna’s finger.
“Masturbation is a sin.” He chides. “Don’t pleasure yourself anymore, I’m qualified to do so for you.”
Megumi isn’t sure if he should reply to that. He knows Sukuna could give fuck all about what was and wasn’t a sin.
Coaxing another finger inside of the tight heat, he stroked Megumi’s walls with the pads of his fingers while continuing to run his tongue over his prominent labia.
Megumi was embarrassed at how long it was taking him to come. The shock and fear from the situation was a probable factor in this and he was hoping Sukuna wouldn’t notice.
Hiccuping and squirming, after one particular curl of the rough digits, Megumi’s legs were spasming and his moans were strained as he came around Sukuna’s fingers and tongue.
“Yes, good boy.” Sukuna continues to milk the orgasm out of him with another suck at his clit and chuckles when Megumi whines in protest from overstimulation.
Sukuna disregards it, unallowing of Megumi’s calm while he continuously thrusts his fingers in and out of him and mockingly flicks his tongue against the pulsing head of his clit.
“Stop.” Megumi whimpers into the unforgivingly quiet office.
“Sh, my beautiful blessing.” Sukuna shushes with a harsh suck to the swollen labia, drawing out another pitiful sound of disagreement from Megumi. It wasn’t long before Megumi was wetting the table under him.
The thrusts of Sukuna’s refused to falter even as the arousal continued to gush from Megumi’s overstimulated cunt.
“No!” Megumi wailed, eyes flying open and legs attempting to clench shut in horror.
“Just like that, little dove. Come for me.”
After a few weak spurts, Sukuna ceased all movement and pulled away from Megumi completely to take in his defilement. Stunning.
Megumi’s chest rose and fell as he mistakenly locked eyes with Sukuna as he tauntingly began removing his own clothes.
He can’t force himself to look away when Sukuna flicks his wrist over his aching cock, spreading the unresistant beads of precum from his head down to his base.
“Are you ready for your reward, beautiful blessing?” Sukuna coos, steady hands lifting him with ease and setting him on his lap in preparation.
Megumi ignores how drenched he feels after soaking himself and tries not to flush at how close he is to Sukuna’s erection.
Sukuna doesn’t wait for him to answer anymore. His own prize is ready for him and he’s eagerly urging him up with one hand before rubbing his head over the slick folds.
Megumi’s hands fly up to Sukuna’s shoulders in defense once his tip breaches his pulsating hole the slightest bit. “Easy,”
Sukuna guides his cock deeper into Megumi, groaning at the sensation of the deliciously tight heat enveloping him. He uses the hand that isn’t gripping Megumi’s thigh to brush a hand over his lower back, gently palm brushing his spine in a way to soothe him.
“God, fuck.” He begins grinding his hips upwards, leaving his patience at the door. Sukuna holds Megumi’s pliant body against his while pounding into him mercilessly. Megumi has kept him waiting long enough.
The office echoes back the rough sounds of Sukuna’s skin slapping against Megumi’s, pleased grunts filling Megumi’s ears and pinning his arousal to the pit of his stomach.
Sukuna ignores the seat rattling beneath him when Megumi lets out soft cries and moans at precise snaps of his hips. He presses a kiss to Megumi’s jugular, swallowing down a chuckle at the abrupt movement of him flinching away. So stubborn, but he loves it.
“Kiss me back, beautiful blessing.”
Megumi stills at that, unsure if he should follow. At this point, he certainly feels like doing so. He just has his pride.
Sukuna bucked up into Megumi roughly, causing him to whine and squeeze around him,”Kiss me, now.”
And Megumi kisses Sukuna like his life depends on it. Tangling his tongue with his and allowing Sukuna to ravish his mouth.
A trail of saliva breaks off between them when Sukuna pulls away to kiss at Megumi’s neck eagerly. Megumi bounces down while Sukuna fucks up into him, stealing out conjoined moans and huffs from the two of them.
“Little dove,” Sukuna starts and Megumi knows it can’t be good from the way his thrusts get sloppy and his breaths get shorter. “You’ve been so good for me. Perfect. I want to give you another gift.”
Megumi is pausing once more and hoping it’s not what he thinks it is. Luckily, he has an inserted contraception device in his arm, but he doesn’t have any back up like morning after pills due to the school’s strict rule banning contraband.
And to be fair, save for the condoms in the lab, a boy’s only academy would not hold those kinds of products either.
Sukuna reaches down between them with the same two fingers and rubs small circles into his clit, stealing desperate moans from Megumi.
Megumi tightens around Sukuna’s cock on impulse and drops his head into his neck when the feeling of needing to pee comes back again.
Sukuna chases his orgasm like a mad man, allowing Megumi to wet them both and dig his blunt nails into his shoulders. Loud and shuddered whimpers fill his ears when Megumi comes and he’s following in suit and spilling deeply into Megumi with a guttural moan.
Megumi shakes his head with a push of his hands when Sukuna’s cock is twitching and continuing to slide into him, albeit much slower than before.
“Beautiful, beautiful blessing. Swallowed me so well.” Sukuna murmurs and drops his hand.
—
The walk (read: limp) back to his dorm is shameful and incriminating. He can feel Sukuna’s cum burn into his insides mockingly, betting that his gaping cunt is dripping the rest out onto his briefs.
He tries to ignore Noritoshi’s look of concern at his semi disheveled state when he gets back to his room and drops his bag on his bed.
“Are—“
“I need a shower, possibly 3 lines of cocaine and food.” Megumi grabbed a new towel from his bedside drawer and undid his tie once more, trying not to relive the experience he just had.
Noritoshi opened his mouth before closing it and nodding. “I’m not sure about that cocaine part, but, I can get my Uncle Suguru to get a pizza or something.”
Megumi just hummed in acknowledgment, as his mind laid elsewhere.
Sukuna left Megumi with a parting promise and another unwanted kiss before redressing in spare clothes—as if he prepared for it— and sending him off. “I’m going to enjoy rewarding you, beautiful boy. You’ll see again tomorrow, at my home.”