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Patience pays off. There is power in watching something grow from a seedling to a blossom. Sukuna practices his cultivation with sizzling satisfaction. The anticipation is its own sweet burst on his tongue: watching his efforts fruit slowly, Megumi ripening under his care, gaining colour under his words and fingers. Now, he gets a taste every day. After class, in cubicles, his car - whatever cramped space they find, the outcome is Megumi dripping into his mouth.
He gets his fingers wet too, slides them into megumi's soaked boxers in the locker room after practice at the dojo, has had him falling into his side on a bus once, had him buckling in the hallway, lit by the tv, Yuuji's shadow flickering over them.
But he has not had him, not really. A whole month has gone by and Megumi has kicked and complained if Sukuna's dick just about twitched too close to his dripping pussy. Little prude. Prickly pretty little tease with thorns hiding the sweet pulp of his flesh. There’s no choice but to squeeze Megumi, bruise him up a bit, to advance the softening of his core.
Truthfully, his patience has stretched thin. A whole month of waiting. An entire day for for his parents to leave, only his idiot brother home. It's been an hour of waiting for Megumi to feel ready, for him to relax, stop flinching from a mere palm to his skin, stop shushing him to stay quiet. And if that isn’t enough, Megumi pulls a condom out of his back pocket, little whore, and refuses to open his thighs unless Sukuna puts it on. "Not taking risks," he says, but gasps under Sukuna's bites.
"You already made me get those tests, sweet brat." He wants it raw. Wants to feel the true heat, every ripple.
"Don't wanna get pregnant--"
"You'd look hot with full tits and a big belly," Sukuna muses, and palms the flesh of Megumi's abdomen. "Your pussy would get all swollen, too."
Megumi arches up into him but then stiffens. Worms his elbow between them. "Stop it. I'll leave."
Sukuna doubts that. Still.
"Don't be cruel, baby. Would have to follow you, climb up to your room. Your daddy’s home isn’t h– " – nearly a fist to his jaw, though he catches it in time. Then kisses a knuckle. Swallows it down and scrapes it through his teeth. He sucks on it harshly, reminds Megumi how good his mouth is. “I’ll lick my come out of you after, hmm? Sound good?”
Megumi stares up at him, all rigid and wide eyed, other fist clutching the condom so tightly his tendons protrude white. He almost seems like he’s about to cave in. “Put it on or I won’t ever let you lick me again.”
Dead end argument. This one he really isn’t willing to risk. "Fine. But I'm gonna come on your face."
Megumi melts. His nod is fluid. "Yeah."
"Good boy," Sukuna says, partly on instinct because he likes stating truths, partly because it rewards him with that much more obedience. "Let me see that cunt, then."
He rids Megumi of his layers. Stores the damp boxers between frame and mattress, for later. Pulls Megumi's shirt over his head, already anticipating seeing him in one of his owns for the night. Hands above the pillow. His armpits smell divine, all shy musk and powdery deodorant, ticklish under his tongue. Around his belly button, Sukuna has already left his marks. He nips it anyway. Fucks his tongue inside. He's careful not to mouth too close to his pussy, though. He'd get lost in it, the scent has him hazy already, has him drooling. Instead, he gets his dick out and quickly pulls on the condom, sighs when Megumi rolls it down further.
Sighs again, appeased, when Megumi strokes him tightly, applying what he's taught him, and lets him nudge the tip against his fat clit. It's all shiny, twitching under the friction. "Look at that little dick," he says, smiles at Megumi's hissed inhale. He loves when Sukuna calls it that.
It's adorably obscene, is what it is. Megumi's pussy is chubby, creates a little bulge in his underwear, his clit can't be hidden by his puffy folds, always pokes out needy and proud. It throbs under sukuna's cock, firm yet squishy. He’s learned to stimulate it from below, to fuck over it so it catches on his veins, watches Megumi's mouth fall open and his frown return.
"Not too– not yet."
"What, you're gonna cream?"
"No," Megumi snaps back, but he's too serious, too blank faced. It's how he's trained his face to lie. Cute.
He gropes Megumi's torso, from his hips to the hollow under his ribcage, spans his hand from nipple to nipple, presses onto his chest. Takes a bit of his breath away so his brain will fog.
"Remember when you pissed your pants 'cause I choked you?" Drenched Sukuna's freshly washed dogi, is what he did. Was slow the whole training session, staring at Sukuna like he wanted him to take him among the whole class, loitered around afterwards. Scratched at Sukuna's arm around his neck.
Megumi’s heat doubles. "You made me do that."
Sukuna groans. Frots a little harder over Megumi's mound.
"Yeah. You're so easy, baby."
Megumi whines. Point in case.
"Made you get all sweet for me, hm? Gonna make you come on my cock now."
Megumi doesn't answer. He's avoiding his gaze, trembles below Sukuna's palm, nipple catching on a nail. Sukuna slaps his tit, just a little, for the silent treatment and for the long wait.
"I know you've been thinking of it. Why've you been so skittish, huh? Afraid I'll leave you after?"
"Will you?" Megumi glances at him.
"Depends on how good this pussy is." He gets a knee to the stomach for that.
He wrenches it up to Megumi's shoulder, bends him in half. Sinks his teeth into his sharp jaw. "I know you get all dumb when I rough you up. That it? All this time you wanted me to force you to take it?"
A high keen. "No. That's messed up–"
He lays his palm over Megumi's throat. "You're messed up, baby. Daddy issues got you all crazy. You probably dream of getting gangbanged, passed around." Megumi is soaking. His skin is so sticky Sukuna's balls cling to his ass every time he grinds down. He swipes a knuckle through his hot slit, guides his cock towards it.
“I don’t. If I wanted that I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Oh, now he sounds sure. That’s kind of flattering. “What, you knew I was gonna make it good for you?”
“Good enough, at least.” He’s rocking down and onto him, all that delay turned into sluggish impatience.
"For sure would be better without latex." For good measure, he taps the head of his cock onto Megumi's clit, makes sure the condom's teat slaps him.
Megumi huffs, digs his nails into Sukuna's sides. "Lube."
Sukuna laughs. "Baby, you already stained the sheet."
"Didn't."
"Matress, too. Irrevocably."
He loves when Megumi gets embarrassed about his wet cunt. Loves to hollow his palm when he fingers him to make it sound louder. Loves to gag him with his own underwear to make him taste himself.
"They say there can never be too much lube."
Again, he laughs. It makes him fall on one of his elbows, gets them closer. "Sweet thing, you been reading articles?"
"No."
"How to lose your virginity? How to get your cherry popped, cored and seeded?"
“I wanna be on top.”
Megumi came onto him all those weeks ago with this one goal in mind. Or rather, he finally responded to Sukuna’s advances. Must’ve finally accepted their chemistry, maybe got a little braver with every push and prod. He seems like the type to fear sex, to view it as something dirty - or maybe he was saving himself for a great love. He still gets a little antsy when he notices Sukuna’s presence in a room. Sukuna is obsessed with it.
“‘Kuna.”
“Mhhmm, baby?” He leans his forehead against Megumi’s, stares down his glowing body, at their difference in size.
“Lie down. So I can –” Megumi swallows, his pretty lips so wet that Sukuna has to bite them. “Let me – stop– “
He does. Stops rubbing his cock through Megumi’s fat folds, lets his hole suck him in. It needs just a bit of persuasion. A bit of a stretch, maybe a tear. The smell of metal. Sukuna's vision blurs. He pants into Megumi’s mouth.
"Ouch," Megumi grits. For him to voice it it must sting quite badly. He's seeking a kiss, too. Sukuna knew he would get clingy. He swallows his pained sounds, licks over his tongue. He tastes so good everywhere. Delicious little thing. He'll eat him out well after. Savour his ruined and loosened pussy.
So fucking tight. "Ease up," he murmurs into Megumi's cheek, kisses his temple, his nostril, his lips again. Cutest little whines. A bit of distress in there. His raspy voice gets so much breathier when he feels a lot, when he feels helpless. Sukuna’s cock throbs, tip clutched in a trap. "Shh, shh, show me that you can take it, yeah? Be good."
Megumi hugs him. Fingers and thighs trembling. Lashes, too. He's tearing up. "'kuna."
"Yeah, let me in. Fuck." He has to inhale shakily. It's been so long and now he's got it, he owns that fucking pussy now, first one, first take. "Don't think, just hold onto me. Breathe."
"It's, it's," Megumi stutters, sounds all high and small. "I didn't know.."
"Half way in, baby--" Sukuna nearly bites his tongue off, Megumi gasps, more distressed, like he thought this was it, like he can't take more, and Sukuna revels in it, does make him take more, all of it. Fucks home.
Seconds of bliss, hot pleasure, he nearly comes on the spot, but he wants more, more of Megumi's whimpers, more of his wriggling, more of his wet cunt opening up for him, squelching, all that he can feel. He wants him passing out on it.
"I- I didn't know, didn't know it's like this –" breaking.
"Fuck," he rasps, gasping into Megumi's neck, his teeth aching, their brows touching. Their chests are separated by his shirt and he longs to feel Megumi's tits squished under him, but he's unable to stop and change their position, has his hands gripping Megumi's hair, thumbing his fringe. Fucks him frenzied.
"S'kuna, slow - slower, please." Oh, he sounds absolutely devastated already. Hiccups on every thrust, swallowing his vowels. Usually, it takes him a while to beg. Of course all this time he needed to be stuffed with cock. He's milking him despite his words, as if there wasn’t any latex, as if he could receive any come.
"Thought you could take it." He’s getting itrritated. “You are taking me, and you’re still fucking complaining, it’s always a compromise with you, isn’t it?”
Megumi whines, legs twitching. "No, no, ‘sorry I – I can take it." He isn't even able to open his eyes fully. Blinks up at Sukuna through low lids, pupils blown. He's dumbed down. A dream.
"Good," Sukuna grits out, grins, feeling a bit crazy. "Good boy, so fucking good for cock."
"It just - it just hurts, 'kuna, hurts." He’s clenching and clamping so hard, scratching at Sukuna, nuzzling into his palm.
"If you want to make me come early you're underestimating my willpower, baby."
Megumi shakes his head, screws his thighs tighter around Sukuna's hips. "Jus' hurts."
"Bet you fucking love that.” Sukuna cooes at the answering objections and fussing, slides a hand to Megimi’s tit, squeezes, slides it to his waist, his mound, flicks hit clit. "Know you want me to hurt you, baby. Should beat your pussy next time, fuck it bleeding."
Megumi convulses and bites his pink wet lip hard, shakes his head some more, gasps on stuttering protests; pretty little liar. After every stroke Sukuna has to yank him back down, keep him from scooting away too far. He’s thrashing but doesn't push that hard, doesn't kick much. His clit jumps under his finger pad, he’s leaking so much, his slick is a thick coat all over his groin, he’s stretched thin around his cock, burning.
Sukuna pulls out for a second, just to test his cunt with his fingers, and nearly blacks out. He needs that. Megumi needs it too, fucking gushing, fucking whining in complaint. "Give me, give it back."
"Fucking cockwhore." Sukuna spits on his face, slaps his clit, once, twice.
Megumi doesn’t stop him, but he does raise a hand over his mouth, muffles a squeal, then hides his face fully, so red and ashamed. “Don’t—”
Sukuna seizes the moment to get rid of the condom. Doesn’t bother throwing it far, lets it get lost in the sheets. He hits Megumi’s clit again, then strokes himself. The relief placards him. Humid call of Megumi's pussy, his hot hole, easily bullied loose again. The soft resistance of his cervix. Womb right there, ripe.
"I'm gonna knock you up, baby," Sukuna hears himself say, his mind spiralling.
"No," Megumi chokes out. "Can't-"
"Shut up," he grunts, just to hear him complain harder, to hear his anger.
"You shut up, f-fuck, stop, stop." His elegant hand yanks on Sukuna's shirt, fingers slipping below the hem, nails mean, knuckles grinding into the base of his dick. "Why- where is it?"
"Don't worry, lie back down, c'mon." Annoyance bubbles up at the hindrance of his movements, he needs it fast.
"No," Megumi says again, true panic in his voice. "Sukuna, you didn't, why. Stop, we need to put another one-" he's pushing at Sukuna's abs, attempts to close his knees, but he's all weak and shaky, cunt sucking him in.
"Shh, shh, it's fine, relax-"
“It's not fine, even if you pull out–"
Sukuna breathes out a laugh, crosses Megumi's wrists under one palm, fucking him steadily. "I won't, sweetheart, why would I?"
"Have to, you have to.” He leans away from Sukuna's kiss. "I can't get pregnant."
"Sure you can. You’ve been ovulating." It's easy to keep track when there's blood involved.
The tears spring out of Megumi's pretty eyes. Roll down his cheeks, warm salt for Sukuna's tongue. He's moaning, angling up his hips, granting that kiss now. He loves when Sukuna notices shit, childhood neglect will do that. He knows how to play his cards right. "D-daddy."
Sukuna curses, bites Megumi's raw lip, and pounds into him. "Shit, yeah, you’ll make me a daddy, gonna be a little teen mom, raise my kid. You'd be so good, would made a perfect fucking whore of a wife for daddy."
It shouldn’t shock him, he’s achieved it before, but he doesn’t expect it: between thrusts, liquid bursts all over his cock. A spasm when he fucks inside, more spurts with the next withdraw, drenching his pants, drenching them. He fucks the squirt out of Megumi, keeps going until it ceases, until it creams, until Megumi's whimpers turn hoarse.
Only then, when Megumi sinks into the mattress, all squirming ceased and eyes focused back on Sukuna, does Sukuna slow down. It’s like wolfing down a perfectly ripe fruit after letting the sun kiss it for months, the excitement taking over, the good good so fucking good. He did that. He plucked Megumi at the right time, flayed that fragile skin of apathy, split him open in the middle.
“Look at me,” he demands. Megumi needs to watch him own him fully, needs to watch him come inside. He fucks him so hard his thighs sting, cock aching, mining deeper. "I was your first," he grits, words running away from him. "You'll feel me inside forever, dream of my dick, beg for daddy every day, beg me to fill you up."
Megumi, the perfect boy that he is, hears it as a command. "Yeah. Yes. You – you can, I want you to, 'kuna, come inside a-and-"
"Come inside your greedy cunt."
“Uh-huh”
“The whole sentence, baby.”
"Come inside my greedy" – Megumi swallows wetly – "my cunt, daddy."
He stares up at Sukuna with sweet apprehension. Fear, maybe. Awe. He knows Sukuna doesn't make empty promises. He knows Sukuna won't ever let him get cute on some other guys. He knew from the beginning what he was getting into.
He made Sukuna wait, made him open him up, talk nice while he strummed his sensitive insides, making him burn in longing. Bloomed so Sukuna could pick him, speed up his ripening. Perfect thing. So much more potential. “Gonna teach this pussy how to crave me.”
Megumi paws at his pecs like he’s calming himself, attempts to exhale slower, gasps at a hit to his sweet spot. “Taught you.”
“What does this virgin cunt have to teach, huh?”
It clenches around him, milking for real. “You want me.” Five firm fingers dig into his chest.
“What, you think I'm all yours?” He laughs.
Megumi’s eyes are dazed and confused, skittering over Sukuna’s face. “You wanna knock me up.”
“The fathers in your life don’t have the best track record, sweetheart.”
The palms on Sukuna’s chest get forceful, like they’re trying to dig through the skin. “Stop it.”
He wrangles Megumi’s hands out from under his shirt, clutches his forearms and presses them back into the pillow, curves over Megumi’s trembling body. He can smell his own spit on him. The salt of his tears and sweat. “Beg me again.”
“Sukuna–” his name falls into a whimper. Those eyes are closed now, long lashes glued into triangles. They’ll be puffy for hours. “It’s too much.”
“That’s not it, baby.” He fucks him as hard as he can, his muscles stinging, his balls aching from the slaps to Megumi’s ass and the need to fill him up. He needs more, just a little more, needs to know Megumi has truly broken down for him. “You really want daddy to leave you again.”
A sob, so bodily it must be from the depth of Megumi’s lungs. “Stop, don’t, I– I want you, daddy, please–”
Sukuna’s heart bursts, from the inside out. Overripe. “Fuck,” he moans into Megumi’s mouth, cages him in with his elbows, rabbits into his sloppy pussy. “Need to thank the dick that made you so fucked up, baby.”
“Thank you, daddy,” Megumi all but echoes, and that mindless obedience, the complete absence of his composure, the fantasies he might be having – are what finally tip Sukuna over the edge. He just about drools onto Megumi’s tongue, kisses him sloppily, drunk. This is that power, that fruition. He’s chewed Megumi through to the core, fills him. Fills his womb so much it leaks out, foaming. The condom wouldn't have prevented anything.
"Baby," Megumi stammers, and for a brief, confusing moment Sukuna's heart flutters – until he realises it's not an endearment. "Want a baby, want your baby, daddy."
A month of waiting paid off. This pussy is worth it. He can’t stop grinding into the mess of it, still hard, still needing more.
He realises Megumi is staring at him again, unsure if he actually sees him. “You in there?”
Megumi grins.
“What?” He’s too blissed out to get riled up again, opts to punish with a bite to the lip.
“Nothing,” Megumi says, but through his daze there’s smugness. He’s meeting Sukuna’s slowed thrusts in the middle, arches his spine, rubs his thighs along his hips. "Wanna come again."
“Already a prime cockslut.” Sukuna leans back on his haunches, grips his waist, presses his thumbs into his belly. Sees all of Megumi stretched out below him, glowing with sweat, cunt glistening with white.
“You want me so much.”
There's blood. His clit, purple-pink, bounces with every shove. Sukuna flicks it. Hard.
Megumi contorts, gets so cramped that Sukuna can barely stay inside, the heat just on the verge of overwhelming.
“Until I wring you dry.”
Megumi’s grin is sharp where his gaze is hazy. It’s that deranged expression of his, the one he gets after he’s felt defeat and thinks he has nothing to lose anymore. “Always have more.”
"More, hm?" Sukuna licks at his own smile, becomes frantic again, prepares another flick. “But can you take more?"
"Please, please, not too m-" Megumi heaves, becomes mute. Head thrown back, cavern of his neck on show. Spit is varnishing the inside of his pink mouth, his pearly whites, the ridges of his throat. Sukuna hits his clit again.
It's not too easy with his cock inside. He has to focus, regulate his breathing, use the back of his nails, just digs them in once Megumi begins shaking again. He has never had anyone so fascinating. If Megumi ever tries to run, he'll chain him. He'll be slow when pregnant. Dependent. Will need Sukuna to feed and bathe him, eat his pussy daily. And if it doesn't take, he’ll plant another seed.