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Fuck you, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi thought bitterly to himself
The son of a bitch had broken up with him on New Year's Eve and his explanation was, "It's not me, baby. It's you."
Gritting his teeth, his grip on the empty wine glass tightened. For a second, he thought it was going to shatter in his palm but fortunately, it didn't.
What really bothered him the most was that the breakup had him questioning everything about himself. Or maybe he was just in a shitty place right now and this was just the big red cherry on top.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he firmly set the empty glass down onto the table, getting the bartender's attention.
"More?" The bartender asked. Megumi nodded, not meeting his eyes. He could feel his pitiful eyes on him as he refilled his glass.
He watched the glass gradually fill for the 11th time. It was a bad habit of his, keeping track of every little thing. It got tiring at times but it was an uncontrollable habit and he couldn't help himself. It was amazing how he managed to count every single glass he had, even in his intoxicated state.
His body was warm from all the booze but he was numb and that was all that mattered. He no longer felt as angry as he was before and the numbing feeling was almost soothing.
His relationship with Yuuji had only lasted a couple of months but Megumi couldn't help but feel frustrated. Bringing the drink up to his lips to take another large gulp, he lifted his gaze, watching the game on the flat-screen TV that hung above the bartender's head. Although he couldn't care less about football, he focused on the game.
At this rate, he was going to empty his bank account.
It was all so pathetic. He had a bad habit of turning to alcohol during the worst times, drinking as if booze was the answer to all his problems. If this continued, he was going to end up being a lonely old hag who drank all day and he was perfectly content with it.
Watching the other team score a touchdown, he heard a small cheer from the table far behind him that was also watching the game. He sipped his 11th glass, his head reminding him of all the consequences of alcohol.
Maybe it was his fault, like Yuuji said. He did have a knack for pushing people away.
It hurt his ego to admit it, but it was partially his fault. Neither of the two tried putting in much effort since they were both always too busy. Their relationship had been doomed since the beginning and deep inside, Megumi knew all along.
"I hate my fucking life." He muttered to himself, out loud, closing his eyes for a second. He was sure that no one had heard him talking to himself but the voice beside him said otherwise.
"Woah, babe. You're not suicidal, right?"
Immediately opening his eyes, he abruptly turned his head to the sound of the voice. He narrowed his eyes on the man who had sat next to him, before diverting his attention back to the TV. A small frown appeared on Megumi's lips as he glanced over at the man once again.
"I'm not." He assured the stranger. His words were more slurred than usual but they were still understandable. There was a short silence and he turned his focus away from the stranger.
Pressing his lips, he could feel the throb in his head, a result of the abnormally large amount of alcohol he had consumed in the last hour.
Megumi hadn't noticed how attractive he was. Sure, he was drunk as hell but he knew a hot guy when he came across one.
He had a strong masculine facial structure, the kind that most male models had. High cheekbones, chiselled jaw, wonderful posture, and the most kissable, plump pair of lips he had ever come across. His body itched to taste them with his tongue.
Now that was a real upgrade from Yuuji.
Megumi tore his eyes away from him, rubbing his temple with one hand. He needed to get a hold of himself.
"Whiskey, please." He heard the stranger say to the bartender. The bartender poured him a drink before sliding it down the counter to him.
"Another glass?" The bartender then asked Megumi, walking over with a bottle. He only hummed in response as the bartender filled his 12th cup.
"How many of those have you had?" The stranger asked as he gulped down the liquid from the glass.
"Does it matter?"
He set the glass down. Beginning to silently drum his fingers on the smooth wooden counter, he silently wished the man would go away. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, it was just that he wanted to drown in his problems alone.
It wasn't even just the breakup that was bothering him. He was on break as his supervisor would like to call it. He wasn't fired or anything, he was just off of his job for the next month.
Megumi worked at a mental health clinic as a therapist, believe it or not, and he was quite good at his job. Despite all the problems he had in his life, he was great at helping other people with theirs. It was almost like a distraction from his own problems.
"So, why are you here?" The man beside him asked, before drinking from his glass.
Megumi let out a loud exaggerated sigh before turning in his seat to face him.
He had light pinkish curly hair that framed his face nicely. Strong jawline, strong nose, and intimidating brows. He had a nice, toned body and he was well-dressed. If Megumi didn't know better, he might've even flirted with him.
His eyes flickered to his left hand, checking for any rings but there were none. The last time he went to a bar and a guy flirted with him, he turned out to be married and he didn't plan on repeating the same mistake.
"Can a guy not drink in peace?" he snapped, not realizing how rude he had been until after he finished his sentence.
Megumi’s gaze flickered down to his hand once again, noticing the light tan line of a ring on his ring finger that he had missed earlier. He clenched his jaw, debating on whether to lead the guy on or continue blowing him off. Either he had recently divorced or was having marital problems. It would be too risky to assume the former, but why else would he talk to him if he was still married?
He heard him chuckle lightly at his response and his eyes rose to meet his eyes. He turned his head slightly to meet his gaze.
"Has anyone told you that you're incredibly hostile?"
Megumi rolled his eyes, turning back around in his seat. Although he had been called hostile numerous times before, he didn't bother to answer the question.
"You're not married, are you?" He asked mindlessly, staring blankly ahead at the large shelf with dozens of bottles of alcohol. The last thing he needed was to be caught flirting with a married man.
"Is that why you were looking at my ring finger?" He asked, amused. And once again, Megumi didn't respond.
He was in such a bitchy mood and even he knew that. What pissed him off was that there was nothing specific he could blame except himself.
"You want to fuck, don't you?" He said, taking another sip from his glass. "Is that why you keep nagging me?"
The stranger beside him snorted. "Don't flatter yourself, darling."
What was with the nicknames?
Megumi swallowed the lump in his throat, ignoring his slightly bruised ego. He had embarrassed himself, assuming the stranger wanted to sleep with him.
Taking another sip, Megumi focused on the burning sensation running down his throat instead of the attractive stranger next to him. The burn went down into the stomach and spread throughout the rest of the body. Now, this was good booze. It was overpriced but it was worth the feeling it gave him.
"Cheer up, sweetheart," He said. Megumi grimaced at the nickname. That was the third nickname tonight and he couldn't help but wonder how many more he had up his sleeve. "I think we both know you're hot as fuck."
Megumi froze, caught off guard by his compliment. His lips twitched but he held back the smile. Instead, he chose to pretend not to be affected by his words.
"Trying to woo your way into my panties?" He asked, trying to hide his devious tone. "Real classy, stranger."
"I don't have to woo someone into my bed." He spoke. Megumi snorted but he knew that was true. The man before him was practically oozing out sex appeal from every pore of his body. Maybe if he wasn't in such a bad mood, he would've already charmed his way in between his legs.
"And it's Sukuna. Ryoumen Sukuna."
Megumi couldn't help but notice how nice his voice sounded to his ears. Strangely enough, it seemed to calm his nerves. If he listened closely enough, he could hear the slight hoarseness in his melodic voice.
Megumi decided to refrain from telling him his name.
A silence passed and his cup was filled once again. He could feel Sukuna watching him as he drank even more. Regardless of how good he was at handling hangovers, he knew he was going to be screwed tomorrow morning.
"Ah, this is a tragic sight." Sukuna suddenly voiced and Megumi couldn't help but scowl.
"Is that your way of insulting me? Keep in mind that it was you who approached me." Megumi quipped. Maybe he was being too harsh and too rude but he didn't care. He knew he was projecting his anger and frustration onto a stranger but it was too late to take his words back now.
"That's not what I meant." Sukuna sighed. No matter how cold he was towards him, he seemed to want to press on more and more. "Chicks like you are usually out partying with their girlfriends on New Year's eve, not drinking alone at a bar."
"Oh, please." Megumi mutters, rolling his eyes. "That's the opposite of who I am."
"I figured."
"What do you want?" Megumi suddenly asks. He lifts a brow, waiting for him to continue. "You don't want to fuck, so what else could you possibly want?"
"A conversation to lighten the mood," Sukuna replies, amusement lacing his tone. Megumi pursed his lips, not fully believing him but he didn't say anything. "But if you insist, I can book a hotel room for the night."
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Despite the foul mood Megumi had been in, he ended up giving in to Sukuna's charm. Surprisingly enough, the two had managed to keep it in their pants until they made it to the hotel room.
Hoisting his thighs further up around his waist as he straddled him, he slammed his lips down to his. Harshly sucking on his bottom lip, his hands trailed to his rear, squeezing it.
Although Megumi had already imagined his lips to taste as wonderful as they looked, he couldn't help but crave more. Sukuna was a good kisser and knew exactly what he was doing when he invaded his mouth, giving him no chance to protest.
Sukuna groaned in response as he pushed him against the wall. His tongue slipped inside his mouth, gentle yet demanding, eliciting a moan from his throat.
Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol, but Megumi could feel his body melting into his, his skin scorching hot wherever he touched him. He was so intoxicating and so hard to resist. His cologne smelled so good, especially from up close.
You are so gonna regret this tomorrow morning, Megumi told himself.
Megumi’s hands tangled into Sukuna’s hair, gripping it, pulling him closer. His heart was thudding against his chest, so loud he was sure he could hear it too.
Sukuna gripped his thighs, moving towards the bed and laying his body out before him. He hiked up the clothes he was wearing, pulling them up his body and over his head.
Megumi felt scorching hot under his heated gaze as his eyes raked over his practically naked body. Sukuna took his time, taking in every curve and every flaw of his body but yet his eyes only showed admiration. Megumi shuddered as Sukuna ran a finger up his inner thigh, stopping right where his legs met.
His hand then slowly trailed up his body until it reached his breasts, cupping one of them. He ran his thumb around his hardened nipples and all Megumi could do was shut his eyes as Sukuna leaned down and captured one of them with his mouth.
Megumi let out a breathy moan, tangling his fingers into Sukuna’s hair as he flicked his tongue around his nipple, his hand fondling his other breast.
Sukuna then slowly dragged his tongue away from his breast, down his abdomen. He took his time, teasing him as he slowly neared him throbbing sex.
"Sukuna," Megumi rasped out, breathlessly. "I swear to God-"
He merely growled in response, cutting him off before tearing the new pair of black lace panties Megumi had recently bought off of his body. He yelped, about to complain but he kept his mouth shut as Sukuna pressed his lips against his inner thigh.
Megumi shut his eyes, arching his body towards him. He was lying before him on the bed, completely naked and at his mercy, while Sukuna was still fully dressed, teasing him. He was throbbing for him, so much it almost hurt but he was enjoying torturing him.
Sukuna’s lips deliberately and slowly began to trail up his inner thigh. His large hands wrapped around each thigh, gripping them as he pulled him closer.
Maybe he wasn't going to regret this after all. He had only ever received oral twice and both times he had been disappointed. But Sukuna seemed to know what he was doing...
Sukuna’s mouth hovered over his cunt, his breath fanning against his entrance. He needed him now and almost as if he had read his mind, his mouth met his wetness, almost immediately finding his clit. Megumi sobbed out in pleasure as a wave of heat pulsed through his body.
Suddenly, Sukuna’s tongue drove into him, showing him no mercy as he plundered him with his tongue. Megumi let out a moan that was almost unrecognizable. Sukuna didn't hesitate to explore inside of him, finding all the spots that made Megumi tighten his grip in his hair or moan even louder than he already was.
Megumi gasped in surprise when he inserted a finger inside him, earning another earth-shattering moan from him. His legs were shaking with pleasure as Sukuna’s tongue circled his clitoris, gently sucking on it. He inserted another finger, thrusting them inside of him, hitting the very spots that urged him closer and closer to the edge.
Was it possible for someone to be this good? Sukuna put every single male before him to shame and he wasn't complaining. For a moment, he had to consider if this was just another one of his erotic dreams that were simply too good to be true. But Sukuna was very much real and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on.
Sensing that Megumi was growing close, Sukuna curled his fingers inside of him, causing him to stiffen before he reached his peak and came apart. His eyes shut and he cried out in pleasure as he came.
He watched him as his legs quaked and he shuddered, taken over by the mind-blowing orgasm he had given him.
Megumi slowly opened his eyes, meeting Sukuna’s intense stare. His breathing was laboured and he desperately tried to catch his breath as his fingers left him. His gaze remained locked with him while his eyes dropped down to the enormous bulge in his pants as he slowly stood up.
He shivered, the tingly after-effects from his previous orgasm still lingering, yet he still wanted more.
Megumi slowly rose off his back, reaching for his belt. He could practically feel Sukuna’s lustful gaze on him as he unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants. Megumi held his breath as his hand grazed the bulge in his pants.
Sukuna began to take off the shirt he had on, pulling it over his head. Megumi’s gaze flickered up, noticing how nicely toned and muscular he was before glancing back down.
Hooking his finger on the waistband of his boxers, Megumi tugged them down, releasing the enormous erection that was now right in front of his face. His eyes widened, taken by surprise by his thick pulsing member. He had seen his fair share of cocks but this had to be the best by far.
Megumi’s hand wrapped around his shaft, admiring every bulging vein of Sukuna’s cock as he pulsed in his soft hand. He could just barely fit his fingers around him as he gripped him, earning a low grunt from him. Was that even going to fit inside him?
Sukuna had already found a condom, which was now in his hand as he ripped it open with his teeth. Taking the condom out, he tossed the wrapper to the side before sliding the latex on. Megumi watched as he slowly rolled the latex on, his mouth watering.
Suddenly, Sukuna pushed him back down before reaching to grip both his thighs, pulling him closer to him. Megumi trembled beneath his touch as he positioned himself at his entrance.
Without any warning, he entered him, causing him to gasp out in surprise. He slowly sank inside of him, stretching his walls further than he thought was possible until he was fully inside, giving him a few moments to adjust.
Sukuna was so big. In fact, he was the biggest Megumi had ever had. The sharp pain he felt at the moment was almost too pleasurable as his walls hugged him tightly, beginning to adjust around him.
He had so much more patience and self-restraint than any regular human male did, it was almost too good to believe.
Sukuna flipped his eyes up, almost as if he was asking for his approval and Megumi gave a nod for him to go ahead. He pulled out for a moment before slamming back in, forcing a sob from his lips.
Showing no mercy, he relentlessly drove inside him over and over again. He cried out until his throat was raw and no longer able to make any sound. Sukuna had been gentle at first but now he wasn't holding back, thrusting inside of him so deep Megumi was sure he could feel it in his stomach. And for some odd reason, he liked being handled this way. Fucked so roughly that he knew he wouldn't be able to walk straight after.
Megumi dug his nails into the bedsheets, overwhelmed by the stimulation, the pain, the pleasure, and everything else this man had to offer. Each thrust invaded every bit of him, plunging inside his weeping entrance.
He was at the mercy of a man he had only met tonight, at his submission to him, and was willing to bend to his every demand.
As if it couldn't get any more intense, Sukuna drove harder inside him, causing his to writhe at the overstimulation. It was too much. His cock was too big and the things he made him feel were enough to make him pass out.
Sukuna paused for a second before hoisting one thigh up and then the other, holding his thighs up as he entered him again. This time he was slower, gentler, and more rhythmic. But yet it felt more intense than the last time. His darkened orbs held him as he penetrated him over and over again. Sweat beaded his forehead, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
For a second, Megumi shut his eyes in immense pleasure, whining sounds that didn't even seem recognizable as his.
A spasm went through him and he was a panting mess. He was close and so was he. The wet slaps of their bodies and the low grunts and groans he made were like music to his ears.
Megumi’s moans had turned into whimpers, the sensations becoming too much to contain. His climax was drawing close and he knew that he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Say my name." Sukuna gritted out. "I want you to say my fucking name when you cum."
His husky voice was what did it for him. Megumi cried out his name as he orgasmed for the second time tonight. It was a mixture of pure bliss and ecstasy, giving him a type of high that no drugs would ever be able to. He shuddered, convulsing around him so hard it hurt.
But Sukuna didn't bother to stop or even falter, continuing as he slammed back into his body. Megumi sobbed, unable to handle much more.
Thankfully, seconds later, Sukuna reached his peak. He inhaled a sharp breath at the sound of his groans as he came.
The air was filled with Sukuna’s ragged breathing, and he pulled out, removing the condom and skillfully tying it in a knot almost as if he had done it hundreds of times before.