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In hindsight, accepting to go on a high stakes, low profile mission with Fushiguro for a month off wasn't a good enough deal.
They aren't a good match. It's what Sukuna tried to convince Uraume when they insisted, despite their shared reluctance, that Sukuna and Megumi are simply perfect for the task. So far he's only been proven right, and he doubts the impossible situation they find themselves in thanks to Megumi will magically change.
Sukuna tosses back a champagne flute he's been holding for over an hour now. Immediately, Megumi hisses next to him, tightening his hold on Sukuna's arm just enough to make it a warning without blowing their married couple act.
"Drinking on a mission? Are you fucking serious?"
God-fucking-damn, Sukuna bites back a groan. Always so uptight.
"If you plan on keeping me here for another hour instead of letting me make a move," Sukuna keeps his voice low, revealing none of the annoyance he feels as he dips his head down to whisper in Megumi's ear, "They will have to peel me off the bar, Fushiguro."
They're sat in a low-lit corner table, conveniently placed with their target in direct line of vision and the best exit they could get only a fifteen second run away. Maybe seventeen if Megumi gets snagged on something again in the long gown he's wearing.
Reason number one-hundred-and-thirty-eight as to why this was a terrible idea: Megumi can't fucking walk in heels.
Sukuna doesn't have to look to see Megumi's eye roll. He masks it as something playful quickly, letting out an obnoxiously loud giggle and slapping Sukuna's arm like he said something hilarious.
He can put up a good act, Sukuna will give him that.
"I'm not keeping you anywhere," Megumi counters. "I'm making sure you don't get us killed before we get the green light, honey."
The pet name Megumi's adopted in the multiple conversations they've led while mingling around the venue is all venom.
And that's the biggest problem anyway. Megumi's reluctance to do anything outside of protocol, despite how many openings they've had to just get this done with and disappear before their covers are blown. The longer they stay the riskier it gets, but Megumi refuses to see past his rule abiding ways. Sukuna wishes he had something stronger than champagne on their table.
The task at hand is simple enough. Mahito, their target, has had the misfortune of getting into the wrong business with the wrong people, and in the process he's gotten his hands on a drive that's too important to their opposition. An unfortunate thing that is, getting into the middle of something that has nothing to do with you but will end in your death regardless. Sukuna would feel bad if Mahito wasn't such a snob.
The auction that's taking place tonight is under Mahito's name too. Which means it's on one of his countless lavish properties, a prim and proper event for Tokyo's richest to flaunt their wealth and give Mahito the approval he so desperately craves.
Sukuna's got him figured out by now, having carefully watched enough interactions between the host and his guests. Sukuna also knows exactly where he'll find what they need, he only needs Megumi to decide to get off his ass and do his part of the work.
Dragging his hand along Megumi's bare leg, Sukuna squeezes hard enough to make him squirm. "How many of Mahito's men are posted around this place?"
To his delight, Megumi is quick to answer. "Six."
"Exactly," Sukuna says, "There were only three about…" he looks down at his watch before continuing, "Forty-five minutes ago. Why do you think that is, sweetheart?"
He twirls his flute glass around, watching Megumi fight the urge to recoil at the term of endearment. And then the slow realisation sinks in. Sukuna doesn't revel in it despite how badly he wants to. He'll have time to get on Megumi's ass about his missteps after they make it out of here alive.
When Megumi speaks, it's through gritted teeth. "He feels as though he needs them due to a possible threat in the room."
"Hm," Sukuna doesn't mean to sound condescending, but he also can't really help it. "I wonder what that threat could be. What do you think, Megumi?"
He knows he's testing Megumi's patience with the questions, and Sukuna takes no small amount of pleasure in how Megumi's nails are digging into his bicep now. Like he wants to hurt Sukuna for being right but knows he shouldn't.
Sukuna continues, serious this time around. "That makes your part of the job a lot harder, you sure you can handle it?"
"Of course I can," Megumi spits almost immediately, licking his teeth in irritation. "But where the hell are the others?"
Their in-ears have been quiet for some time now, and Sukuna can't really fault Megumi for worrying. But he also can't let them sit around waiting for Mahito to figure them out and make the first move either.
"Doesn't matter." Sukuna straightens, calmly fixing the cuffs of his blazer while Megumi eyes him in wait. "I'll be in and out in a few minutes tops, you just keep Mahito busy until then. If anything happens you know how to get to me."
Megumi offers him a clipped nod in understanding. Before he stands, Sukuna tips Megumi's chin back, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips in parting and pretending to head for the bathrooms until he's out of sight.
Much like the main venue, the long halls are doused in gold and warm lights, giving them a note of elegance needed for an event like this. Sukuna takes quick turns, and he knows he's on the right track when the glitz and glamour start to fade and get replaced with more narrow, darker hallways.
Tapping on his in-ear, Sukuna mutters, "Almost there."
A silent moment passes, and then he hears Megumi's voice— high pitched and dripping with sweetness through the device, "…but it's a lovely event. My husband and I are impressed by the level of organisation."
Sukuna stifles a chuckle. This is what Megumi excels at. Sukuna can imagine him hanging off Mahito's arm so clearly, pretending he cares about the bullshit that leaves his mouth next. Whatever it is, Sukuna thankfully doesn't hear it. He flips his in-ear back to inactive and pushes open a heavy door at the end of another long hallway, delighted when it leads him to a staircase leading into the underground level. Bingo.
His footsteps are silent the whole way down, which is the only reason why he's not spotted when he takes a sharp left turn at the bottom. The guard that's posted there has a split second to notice him, but a split second is all Sukuna needs. Charging at him hard and fast, he knocks his gun to the side before he can fire it, and the rest is all physical mass. Sukuna towers over the dude, making it easy to twist his arm and push his face straight down into his knee to knock him out cold.
Sukuna lowers him on the ground slowly to avoid unnecessary noise, checks the area for any others, and once he's in the clear he books it for the big prize.
Mahito has been keeping the drive on him every time he relocates, and this time the room it's in is placed directly under the main venue. Sukuna picks the lock in seconds, silently praying that Megumi is still doing what he's supposed to.
The inside of the room is so dusty Sukuna runs into several spiderwebs in his search for the laptop he needs. The desk in the middle of the room comes up empty after a quick search, save for a gun and tons of files that are of no use. Turning his focus on the file drawers lining the walls, Sukuna starts on the right and works his way around the small space, irritation starting to bite at him the more time he spends searching.
Papers upon papers. Millions of them taking up all the drawers. It's the perfect set up to waste his time.
Sukuna pauses abruptly, tapping his in-ear again while his other hand slips around another stack of papers. The connection crackles in the underground level, weakened by the lack of signal, and just as Sukuna grits out a curse Megumi's voice filters through again. However, his relief turns into alert when it's followed by a string of grunts and clashing that sounds a lot like glass breaking.
Fuck. Their covers are totally blown.
"Good fucking job, Megumi," Sukuna huffs, wiping the sweat that's gathered on his forehead.
It's a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds before he's found as well.
Looking around the room one more time, Sukuna tries to find something he missed. The place is designed to be a frustrating hiding spot. Sukuna doubts searching the endless drawers will do him any good, and at this point it's between life and death. Megumi could already be bleeding out for all he knows.
He returns to the desk once more to give it a more thorough look and just like last time— nothing. He's seconds away from giving up and just running to try and find Megumi and get them out of here when he feels a bump at the very edge of the bottom drawer. Tearing the entire drawer out, Sukuna pulls out his pocketknife and starts cutting away at the thin piece of wood behind the bump. Surely enough, with enough force he manages to dislodge it, and then continues to break away at it until he can peel the wood off all the way.
A sleek, black laptop is exactly what he finds, but before he can even think to start transferring the drive onto a USB the door busts open.
Sukuna throws the drawer to the side and manages to duck under the desk just in time. The edge of it gets chipped by a bullet, a near deafening sound, and Sukuna takes his own gun out from under his blazer as he slides to the side, taking off the safety just in time for a clean shot. The guard drops to the floor with a bullet hole between his eyes, but then a group of them comes storming in at once.
A bullet grazes Sukuna's shoulder as he rolls over to the left and bites down a shout, managing to twist one of the guards' legs and have him falling over. Using the momentum to lift himself off the ground, he slams the next one into the wall, adrenaline pumping in his veins as he puts him in a chokehold to be used as a shield just as the third guard shoots at them.
Sukuna shoots back, missing the first shot when dead weight starts to drag him down, but the next one flies straight into the guard's neck. Before the first one can recover, Sukuna stomps his head into the ground. There's a loud cracking noise, and then a pool of blood quickly spreading on dirty linoleum.
Instinctively, he taps at his in-ear again in hopes of hearing Megumi.
He's met with complete silence. Sukuna groans, "Fucking hell," and just takes the laptop with him on his way out.
He knows the entire layout of the property. He's studied it endlessly in preparation for the mission, which is why he knows it could take him hours to find Megumi if he's still inside. And if he's not, well…Sukuna doesn't care all that much as long as he gets the drive in the hands of their organisation. It's part of the job— agents go on missions and sometimes they don't come back. Tough luck. If Megumi listened to him and they moved earlier they'd be out and possibly back in their hotel room by now without the bloodshed.
Still, Sukuna moves through the hallways carefully, crafting a plan as to which rooms he's most likely to find Megumi in. Just because Sukuna doesn't care it doesn't mean nobody else does, and having the Itadori kid flip out on him just because Megumi died is the last thing Sukuna wants to deal with once he's back. Stupid kids with their stupid workplace crushes.
On his way out of the underground level he stumbles upon another two guards that are rushing down the stairs. He catches one off guard, and the other is an easy shot once the first one is out cold.
Going back to the main venue would be stupid and would possibly get him killed, so Sukuna takes a gamble on Megumi not being on the ground floor at all anymore. The first floor is mostly empty save for another few guards scouting the area, most certainly searching for him. Sukuna shoots them before they spot him.
The second venue is empty, as are all the rooms he breaks into. Same as the second floor. It's only on the third floor that Sukuna finds Megumi, on a bed with his dress half ripped and makeup smeared, surrounded by four guys that startle when Sukuna kicks the door open.
One of them, the one that's closest to Megumi and holding his legs open, is already sporting a nasty, swollen eye. Megumi must've gotten in a good punch before he was overpowered. The other three are half naked as well but then they start to scramble at the sight of him, and Sukuna doesn't have to look further to know they're not guards. Probably some goons Mahito handed Megumi over to before he ran.
"Right." Sukuna nods, closing the door with his good arm. The graze wound on his shoulder is actually starting to hurt now that the adrenaline has gone down. "Would you kindly give over my partner or do I have to work for it?"
The guys look between each other, and then swollen eye laughs. "You think you can take all four of us? Probably best to turn around and leave while you're still alive."
Sukuna begins to speak, but then Megumi lets out a long moan from the bed. When he turns his movements are slow, sluggish. He's definitely been drugged. That's just great.
"S'kunaa," Megumi slurs his name, trying and failing to crawl closer.
"Fucking fine," Sukuna mutters. "Just stay there, sweetheart. I'll be quick."
Sukuna sets his laptop down on a dresser next to him. Flexing his hand that's now dripping with blood, he grabs the guy nearest to him and slams his face into a mirror placed above said dresser. Megumi's next whine comes out distressed, but Sukuna has no time to focus on him because there are fingers digging into his wounded shoulder the next second, making him grunt through clenched teeth.
Another guy glues himself to his right side and they all stumble together. It's only thanks to size that Sukuna manages to stay on his feet, charging as hard as he can to his left until they hit the window. He catches himself by the frame at the last moment, watching swollen eye stumble through and get caught by a long, golden fence mid-fall.
"Fucking. Get. Off." Sukuna head-bumps the other guy once. Twice. The third hit finally makes him detach himself from Sukuna.
He gets sprawled out on the floor, eyes rolling back into his head with a long groan. Sukuna stands to catch his breath, eyes landing on the last guy in the room. He's pointing Sukuna's own gun that must've fell out of his grip at him, eyebrows pulled together in panic and hands shaking, and Sukuna can't help but laugh.
"You know how to use that thing?"
The dude's nostrils flare in anger. "Of course I do."
"Well then?" Sukuna cocks an eyebrow. "Are you gonna shoot or piss your pants holding it?"
Sukuna holds his breath, hoping he's right when the trigger's pulled. As he expected, there's only a hollow click, a moment of silence, and then a string of more, increasingly panicked clicks as the guy realises the gun is empty.
Sukuna snorts. He cuts the ordeal short by taking two large strides and twisting him around, snapping his neck in one smooth move, and letting him go.
Finally, when it's just him and Megumi breathing in the room, Sukuna slumps down on the end of the bed. He realises he must've gotten slashed in the meantime—either by the pieces of window glass or a knife he didn't see—when blood slowly coats the marble sheets under his cut up leg. Another long groan grabs his attention though, making him snap his eyes back to Megumi.
Now that he's not focused on staying alive, he gets to really take him in.
The long, black extensions that had been put in his hair are messy, some of them ripped out judging by how patchy his hair looks. There's red lipstick all over his face, along with streaks of black under hooded eyes. The front of his satin gown is doused in some kind of drink—champagne, judging by the smell in the room—and the slit that went up to his upper thigh is now torn all the way to his ribs, showing an expanse of fair, smooth skin and black panties. The matching stockings are also torn down his thigh, missing the knife he had there when Sukuna left him, and one of his heels had been slipped off his feet and tossed to the floor.
"You look rough," is all Sukuna offers, expecting Megumi to be passed out already.
But then he blinks, drags his eyes around the room slowly. His mouth twitches into a small smile. "Mm, just rough?"
Sukuna's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, but then Megumi starts to move towards him. It's slow, and Sukuna has about a billion years to just pick him up and get them out, but he can't help but be a little curious.
With his back arched and ass sticking out, Megumi trails his heel-less foot along Sukuna's thigh and onto his lap, letting out a loud giggle when Sukuna grabs his ankle.
"Are you gonna fuck me?"
Ah. It's that kind of drug.
When he takes a closer look, Sukuna sees just how flushed Megumi is. Pink cheeks visible even under all the makeup on his face. How fucked out he looks, though Sukuna doubts any of the guys in the room managed to stick their dicks inside Megumi before he arrived.
Sukuna clears his throat to get his attention. "I'm driving us back to the hotel."
Megumi whines, and his slowed movements get significantly faster as he goes to grab Sukuna's elbow with both hands.
"Nooo," Megumi hiccups, words lazy and drawn out. "Come on, please. Please, Sukuna. I need it so bad. I'm so wet, look—"
Sukuna watches Megumi wriggle around and stick one of his legs out in the least sexy way imaginable, but then he pulls his panties to the side and—
"Jesus Christ," Sukuna laughs. Yeah, okay. He's fucking wet. "I can see that, Megumi. We've still gotta go."
Pushing down the aches and discomfort in his body, Sukuna gets up and hauls Megumi over his good shoulder, ignoring the whining and just how interested his cock suddenly is in the helpless little noises. On his way out, he grabs the laptop and Megumi's lost heel, and takes the shortest possible route to their car without any incidents.
Mission…mostly successful? Probably. Sukuna could do without the horny agent in the passenger seat when he's injured and bleeding all over the clean leather himself, but you win some you lose some.
"Can you be patient?" Sukuna hisses out when Megumi keeps moving and babbling nonsense.
It just makes him whine again. Sukuna's cock jumps, having its own one-track mind.
"It hurts, Kuna." Megumi pouts, legs spreading as he shoves a hand down his panties shamelessly while Sukuna reaches over to fasten his seatbelt. A sober Megumi would rather kill himself than call him Kuna. "Oh, fuck. I think— ah— think m'pussy has a fever."
Sukuna can't help but laugh. "What?"
He might as well have fun with this. Better than dealing with the annoying, snappy Megumi he gets every other day. Bringing the engine to life, Sukuna quickly pulls away from the long row of cars that has thinned out by now and hits the gas pedal.
Megumi goes flying with the force. Tosses his head back with a squeaky laugh.
"Yeah," he mumbles, turning to Sukuna, and then, "Here. You can feel it."
Before he can even look at Megumi his hand is being cupped and tugged along, and then it's flush against Megumi's cunt.
Wet is a fucking understatement. Sukuna's fingers are entirely soaked in a second, but more importantly he realises Megumi is right. His cunt is too hot to be normal, practically burning up. It would probably feel heavenly around Sukuna's cock.
Sukuna curses under his breath. When he flicks his eyes to the side he's met with the sight of Megumi whimpering and rolling his hips, trying to fuck himself on Sukuna's hand. Promptly, he steps on the gas pedal as hard as he can.
They make it to the hotel in what could be a record time. Sukuna parks in their reserved spot, trying to take a moment and gather his thoughts.
He needs to clean his wounds as soon as possible. Transfer the drive to a USB and send it to Uraume. Considering the lack of contact from Uraume tonight, he needs to check in first and then—
Megumi climbing over the console clumsily cuts his train of thought short. His dress gets caught on the gear shift, making him lose balance and land sideways in Sukuna's lap. Sukuna sighs, untangling and dragging him over all the way.
That seems to make Megumi happy. He leans back on the driver's side door, legs stretched out over the console, goofy smile on his face.
"Hm. That's nice."
Sukuna pays him and his squirming no mind. Instead he pats his pockets for his phone, some of his annoyance dissipating when he finds it. Only to skyrocket again when he sees the busted up screen. It's fucked beyond repair, refusing to turn on, and Sukuna is about to toss it at the wheel to cure some of the annoyance making him want to just break shit when Megumi's squirming stops abruptly and he brings his panties up to Sukuna's face.
"Ta-da!" Megumi smiles, all teeth and intoxicated happiness. "For you. It's a gift. Or, y'know, more like the wrapper technically."
Sukuna snatches the panties away and takes Megumi's face in his hand, shaking him a little.
"Where's your phone?"
Megumi's glassy eyes widen. "M'pffone?"
"Yes. Phone. You know," Sukuna starts, squeezing Megumi harder. All his irritation from the night is starting to hit him at once. "The thing you use to call and text. Where is it?"
He lets Megumi go when he starts to whimper in pain.
"Oh. I lost it."
Sukuna laughs. The sound lacking any humour. "You lost it. Sure. Of course…of course you did. I don't know why I—"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Megumi copies him, albeit weakly. Fingers squeezing Sukuna's face and making his lips part, just enough for Megumi to be able to stick his tongue into his mouth unceremoniously.
It's far from a kiss. It's Megumi biting and sucking on his lips lazily, drooling all over him like a damn fool, and Sukuna lets him. He's fucking tired and losing blood and he might as well just let it happen. Bury himself in a hot cunt while he has the chance and deal with everything else later.
Megumi mewls when Sukuna gives back just as hard, tugging Megumi's jaw down and shoving his tongue behind his teeth. Over the roof of his mouth. Pressing him flush against the car door with the kiss before he pulls back, panting and wiping spit and lipstick off his lips.
Shiny, jet black eyes stare back at him. Hazy and barely there.
"I'm not gonna fuck you here."
He gets a whine. Megumi's legs spreading in an attempt to convince him without words. Sukuna ignores him, instead reaching over him to grab wet wipes from the glove box.
For all his whining and squirming and giving Sukuna a headache, Megumi stays still when Sukuna starts wiping away the mess on his face. He wipes the lipstick on his chin and cheeks along with the mascara, making him look somewhat presentable as to not raise any concerns when they walk into the hotel. He cleans himself up as well as he can with what he has and then opens the door.
Putting Megumi's heels back on his feet and wrapping his long fur coat around him, Sukuna lets him carry the laptop while he carries Megumi.
The hotel the organisation had booked is all fancy decor and a grand reception. They make it to the elevator without any incidents, thanks to Megumi being placated by Sukuna's tie. He twirls and tugs on it as the floors move, swinging his legs carelessly despite them not being the only ones inside the cramped box.
"Ku-naa," Megumi sing-songs, ignoring their surroundings altogether as he latches onto Sukuna's neck. "My pussy is still empty."
It sounds like he's trying to chastise Sukuna for it. As if it's Sukuna's fault he went and got himself in this situation. He grits his teeth when Megumi bites and suckles on his neck, just above his collar, and ignores the other people in the elevator that are very obviously trying not to look at them.
"Mmh, I want your cooock," Megumi whines all of a sudden, loud and obnoxious and followed by a yelp when Sukuna squeezes his hip hard. He pouts then. "Meanie. You're always so mean. But I'm gonna tell you a secret." Megumi leans in closer, breath ghosting over Sukuna's ear when he whispers, "I want you to be mean. Tonight. Don't be nice when you fuck me."
Sukuna's cock is straining against his pants, and it feels like centuries pass before the floor number switches to twelve.
He fumbles with the keycard at the door, and Megumi doesn't make it any easier on him with his constant biting and tugging. When the card slot turns green and gives a small beep, Sukuna pushes the door open and abandons the restraint he's had up until this point.
Taking the laptop from Megumi, he leaves it on the large armchair in the corner, and then throws Megumi on the bed hard enough to make him bounce.
"Sukuna!" Megumi yells, giggling, spreading his legs wide and pulling what's left of his dress to the side. Presenting himself to Sukuna.
And Sukuna might be exhausted. And he might even hate Megumi, especially after tonight, but he can't deny his own interest.
He slips his blazer off as he walks closer to the bed. It dips under his weight when he rests a knee on the edge, reaching out for Megumi's ankle and tugging him closer with one hand. He goes along easily, letting out a little startled noise, but he tips his bent leg to the side again when Sukuna lets his other foot rest on his shoulder.
"Jeez, Megs," Sukuna whistles, using the stupid nickname everyone uses back in the office, teasing. "Are you always this much of a whore?"
Megumi mumbles something incoherent, seemingly starting to really surrender to the influence of the drugs he was given now that he's back in a comfy bed. His head lolls to the side, eyelids heavy, and when Sukuna slips two fingers between his folds just to cop a feel Megumi's responding moan is long and lazy. His leg twitches at the touch.
Pulling back for a moment, Sukuna watches a sticky string of slick follow his fingers, and then he takes a long look.
Megumi is cleanly waxed, pink lips spotless and pillowy soft under Sukuna's exploring hand. So wet his cunt glistens under the chandelier lights along with the insides of his thighs, like he's been leaking through his panties the whole night.
While he touches around, familiarises himself with this new and infinitely more interesting thing Megumi has to offer, he can't help but think that there is a part of Megumi he could grow to appreciate. Sukuna just never thought it would be his pussy.
"Fuck," Sukuna mutters, and his cock twitches when another wave of slick comes gushing out of Megumi. "You're gonna feel so good around me, God."
Sukuna groans, tossing his head back with a breathless little laugh. The mission might just be a complete success with a new perspective.
While he unbuttons his shirt and peels it off his sweaty shoulders, Megumi starts trailing his foot down Sukuna's chest, his abs, pushing him back far enough to be able to press his heel over Sukuna's crotch. Sukuna steps back and lets him have his fun while he hurriedly wipes at the blood on his shoulder. It feels worse than it looks, so he shucks the bloodied shirt off to the side somewhere and slaps Megumi's leg away, getting on the bed as well.
He doesn't bother with undressing him. Megumi's panties are already in his pocket, dress torn up perfectly for easy access, so Sukuna just pushes it up higher and off to the side to kneel in between Megumi's legs.
"Should've told me you've got such a sweet cunt, sweetheart." Sukuna pinches Megumi's clit, watching him whimper and squirm away from the touch. "Maybe we'd get along better, hm?"
Megumi giggles, completely lost to the world. "Sweet-cunt?"
His words blur together, barely coherent enough for Sukuna to decipher. Megumi throws his arms up and arches his back, stretching out as far as he can while Sukuna unbuttons his pants. His cock springs free, and he lets out a long exhale at the relief that follows.
Megumi watches him pump himself a few times, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. When he speaks it's slow and whiny and goes right down to where Sukuna is starting to leak over his fingers.
"So big, Kuna…" Megumi trails off, hesitating. "What if y'break me?"
Sukuna chuckles. Dips his fingers in between Megumi's folds and uses his slick to wet his cock just because he can. Just because it's hot how wet Megumi gets. God, it's so fucking hot.
"I might," Sukuna drawls on, lazily jerking himself. Making Megumi squirm the longer he waits. "But a slut like you wouldn't mind. You want me to be mean, don't you Megs? Want me to split your pretty little cunt on my cock, yeah?"
Megumi nods. Hiccups again and makes grabby hands at him when Sukuna shuffles closer.
"Yes. Yes, please. Fuck, Kuna. I need your cock," Megumi cries, fingers shaky, cupping the tip uselessly when he reaches it. "It hurts right here." Megumi presses his other palm into his belly. "Hurts so bad, Kuna. Only you can help."
Sukuna laughs, nudging his cock against Megumi's folds. "Sure. I'll help."
If these were normal circumstances, if it were anybody else under him, Sukuna would put in a little more effort. Stretch them out to fit him better. But Sukuna has had enough of waiting, and making Megumi cry on his cock might just be the highlight of his night.
So he finds his way inside fast and rough, hissing at the slippery, vice-like grip around his tip when he starts to breach Megumi's cunt. Megumi's gasp is a choked, weak little thing, body limp in Sukuna's hold where he's digging his fingers into soft hips, teeth gritted as he pushes all the way into that silky, burning heat. Megumi trembles and chokes on his spit and his eyes go all wide, mouth forming a cute little O— and it's not Sukuna's fault when he draws back and slams in again full force just to hear Megumi scream. It's really not, when Megumi is making it impossible to resist.
Megumi claws at his arms as Sukuna sets a relentless rhythm, sliding his hands up so he's cupping Megumi's entire waist and slamming him down on his cock with every thrust, giving him no time to adjust. Or any space to move, even when his moans take on something more pained and panicked, Sukuna keeps him in a tight hold, rivalling the endless squeezing of Megumi's cunt.
It's unlike anything Sukuna's felt before. Surely an effect of the drugs, whichever type they were. Sukuna has seen the effects of GHB firsthand and it's not this, it's not a cunt so hot and tight it takes actual effort to slide his cock out.
"Holy fuck, Megumi," Sukuna spits through gritted teeth, ignoring the hands tugging on his wrists. He repositions just a little, pushing Megumi's legs back with his torso as he presses him down into the mattress instead. The angle changes with it, and Sukuna has to fuck down into Megumi's cunt every time, letting gravity and his weight do most of the job. "You feel even better than I though, fuck."
Taking one of Megumi's legs and pushing it all the way to his chest, Sukuna revels in the high pitched moan he gets in return. In how Megumi squeezes around him even harder when Sukuna digs his fingernails into Megumi's thigh, tearing further through his stockings as he pounds into him with all his strength.
It's all frustration— every annoyed insult Sukuna held back around Megumi, every time he stopped himself from twisting him up and bending him over his desk at the office to teach him a lesson, every mission that failed because of Megumi's controlling ways. Sukuna lets it all out every time he bottoms out and his balls slap against Megumi's ass, the sound of them colliding filthy and still not nearly as loud as Megumi. Surely loud enough to be heard across the entire twelfth floor.
"Oh— I— ah-ah-fuck! It hurts, please stop I—" Megumi starts clenching around him uncontrollably. "I'm gonna—"
When it gets too much, too hot and too fucking good, Sukuna pulls out. He doesn't want to cum so soon. And he certainly isn't done with Megumi yet. Panting and hovering over him, he turns Megumi onto his side without much fight, wrapping a fist tight around the base of his cock to ease himself down.
When Megumi starts to complain Sukuna cuts him off with a harsh spank.
"God, you can be fucking annoying." Sukuna grabs his hair and stuffs his face into the covers. "You asked for this, didn't you? Fucking take it then."
Deciding against sliding back into Megumi's cunt, Sukuna eyes his little asshole curiously, grazing the tip of his thumb over it and watching Megumi twitch and clench around nothing. His cock is already dripping with Megumi's slick, and so he simply adjusts Megumi how he wants him and pushes the tip against his hole, forcing himself inside without preamble.
When Megumi starts to squirm in pain this time around Sukuna lets him, enjoying the little tremors of his body whenever Sukuna slams into his ass. Megumi rocks up the bed with every thrust and Sukuna follows every time, slipping out again when he gets too close and switching holes while Megumi turns into dead weight under him.
He does the same thing a few times, and when he's back in his cunt for the fourth time Sukuna hauls one of his legs up and over his shoulder, other hand tugging at the front of Megumi's dress until the shoulder straps rip. He slides the satin down to his stomach, using the bunched up fabric as leverage as he fucks into Megumi over and over again until he's finally spilling his load inside of him with a loud groan.
Riding out the orgasm, Sukuna slowly catches his breath and lets Megumi go. His leg falls off Sukuna's shoulder, limp and covered in scratches Sukuna didn't even realise he was leaving. When he starts to go soft he pulls out, letting his cum trickle down Megumi's thigh and onto the sheets.
His body is loose and relaxed, a sweet buzz running through his limbs. The kind that comes after a good orgasm. The best that he's ever had, probably, but he'd never tell Megumi that. He wonders if Megumi will even remember any of this tomorrow.
"Whoo!" Sukuna huffs eventually, grinning from ear to ear. He reaches over and slaps Megumi's cheek twice. "Good fucking mission, Fushiguro."
Megumi doesn't make a noise, but his chest moving in a steady rhythm is enough for Sukuna to let him be.
He gets off the bed, slips the rest of his clothes off, and takes a long, warm shower. Megumi is still passed out when Sukuna walks back into the room, so he takes the time to finally clean and dress his wounds and then poke around on the laptop. Only then does he remember the spare phone he has in his bag.
The night air is chilly but fresh when Sukuna walks out on the balcony in nothing but a loosely tied robe, lit cigarette in one hand and a ringing phone in the other. Uraume answers after three rings.
"Sukuna," they don't seem alarmed in the slightest on the other end of the line. "I see you've successfully completed the mission."
Sukuna blows out cigarette smoke and huffs out a laugh. "You sound very concerned."
"I trust you. And I trust Megumi." Sukuna rolls his eyes, and then, "As much as you might hate hearing it. You're both okay for the night?"
Turning to look inside through the open balcony door, Sukuna slowly drags his eyes across Megumi's peaceful face and down his body. His cock twitches in interest, and he lets out a small hum in response.
"Yeah." Sukuna flicks the butt of his cigarette off into the night, watching the burning tip disappear from his sight completely. "Yeah, we are."