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Megumi looks at the box with the glistening packets stored in the cabinet in his bathroom. There’s just a couple of packages left, he realizes. He should order more today. Absent-mindedly he takes one out and rips it open, revealing the firm flesh-coloured patches. The small ones go on his wrists, the bigger ones on both sides of his neck, where it meets the shoulders. The peach scent attacks his nose, and he winces slightly, but lets go. He’s used to it, it’s fine.
The shirts he ironed on the weekend are waiting for him in the closet and he decides to go for the green one today. Everyone’s dressing up a bit for Fridays, and he enjoys the tradition as well. He puts it on, making sure that the patches don’t stand out, and is pleased with the result. The hot summer weather doesn’t warrant it, but Megumi puts on a tie anyway. He enjoys the mature and collected look it gives him.
The other preparations are quickly done with. Megumi gets his keys, wallet and steps out of his flat. He’s on time, as usual, so that he can get a comfortable 20-minute walk to the office. Even though it’s early the sun is already assaulting him, and Megumi’s fingers hitch on instinct to check if the patches are still clinging tightly to his skin, despite it beginning to glisten with sweat. They better be, considering how much money Megumi spends on them every month. Thankfully, they are all in place.
Megumi comes up to the office building and greets a couple of his colleagues who are having their morning smoke by the entrance. Megumi is tempted to stay and chat with them, he really enjoys the smell of cigarettes even if he never smoked himself, but he knows he’d better go. He needs to get a hold of some of his foreign clients who are finishing their workday already.
Entering his office, Megumi notices that Sukuna is present already, which is uncommon. Sukuna usually arrives at ten, and it’s barely nine yet. Megumi frowns but goes to his corner, powering up his PC.
As he goes through his e-mail and writes his to-do list for the day, in the periphery he sees a person approach. Megumi glances up only to see Yuuta come up to his desk.
“Good morning,” the young alpha says, and Megumi gives him a nod in response.
“Hello.”
“Straight to work? Won’t you at least get some tea or coffee before plunging into the endless pool of people who want something from you?” Yuuta jokes and Megumi can’t help but smile. Sometimes work really feels like it.
“Well, I wouldn’t say no to some tea. Will probably go get some later, once I talk to the American clients. I need them to fill in the instructions before they go to bed,” Megumi replies and sees the young alpha’s eyes light up.
“Don’t fret, Fushiguro-san, I’ll make it for you!” Yuuta says enthusiastically and goes off to the office kitchen, not leaving Megumi any time to reply.
Yuuta has been working at their office for only a month, but almost since the beginning he’s been trying to get closer to Megumi. Doing small favours for him, giving compliments, inviting him to events Megumi wanted to visit anyway. Megumi would lie if he said he didn’t like the attention.
At first Megumi thought that he could give it a go. Yuuta was a nice alpha – kind, competent, good-looking and with good morals, as far as Megumi could see in the time they worked together. The omega inside of him was craving to get closer to him. To let the man take care of him.
That was until last week…
“Fushiguro-san, I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but I just wanted to say that your scent is so nice! Peaches, right? It’s really pretty.”
A weird mix of embarrassment and anger fills him, and the pen Megumi holds in his hand creates an angry blotch in the corner of the page. That’s why he shouldn’t dream of having an alpha. Nothing good comes out of it.
He feels the presence of Yuuta behind him, a big mug in his hand. He carefully puts it on the table and gives Megumi a warm smile, but he can’t help but glare at the alpha. He knows it is rude, but the memory of the conversation still stings. Besides, if he scares Yuuta away now, the alpha won’t need to be disappointed and Megumi won’t need to be reminded that there’s something fundamentally wrong and broken with him.
“Thank you, Okkotsu-kun. You should get to work now. I saw that Ms. Sakamoto has been asking you for the loading plans. Go help her,” Megumi gives him instructions, and he notices the lost expression on Yuuta’s face, like a puppy that doesn’t understand what it is scolded for, but he nods and retreats quickly. There are some perks to being in charge, Megumi thinks.
He brushes the stray thoughts of alphas, scents and courting out of his head and gets to work. It’s best not to get distracted by such emotional drama when you have a business to run.
Several hours pass as Megumi sips at his tea and works through his mail. Fortunately, the day is more or less calm, and he can space out a bit, reading the news. He feels Yuuta’s lingering gaze on him but pretends to be deep in work to discourage the alpha from approaching him.
It is around noon, when their boss finally leaves his private office and comes out to the common area. A second later another person peeks out of the room – Gojo Satoru. Megumi raises his brow in surprise. Has he been there all this time? What could they possibly discuss for so long?
Gojo, who is usually very talkative and affectionate with the company staff, seems to be in a hurry today, as he says his goodbyes to the office. Gojo grabs Sukuna’s arm and shakes it aggressively. Megumi who is carefully watching the scene, notices how Sukuna winces and frowns, his goodbye being hissed through gritted teeth. Gojo Satoru, the commercial director of their biggest client, tends to have this effect on people who spend too much time in confined spaces with him.
As Gojo strolls in the direction of the elevator, Megumi’s gaze returns to their boss. He looks annoyed, like he usually is, but also especially tired. His shoulders are hanging low and his palm rests on his temple. Megumi notices that his eyes are narrowed, as if the lights in the office are too bright. Megumi looks up but they don't seem anything out of the ordinary to him. The younger, more inexperienced workers are hurriedly looking away, not wanting to piss off their boss further. Megumi greets him with a wave instead. He is familiar with Sukuna’s frequent migraines.
“Ryomen-san, good afternoon. I was just about to come talk to you about those American shipments.”
Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Later. I need some food. I think we should order take-out to the office for lunch. Tori’s restaurant, like usual. Who’s up for that?”
Most of the people raise their hands, Megumi included. Sukuna has a content smile on his face. “Who’s going to be in charge of ordering...?”
Sukuna is standing several meters away from Megumi, eyeing the office filled with people. His and Megumi’s eyes meet, and for a second it feels like Sukuna will choose him, but there’s something weird in his gaze, something Megumi can’t quite pick up, and Sukuna looks away.
“Choso, you do it. I will have the usual.” Sukuna comes up to Choso and hands him a bill from his wallet. “Please try to decide quickly and order everything. I want to see my lunch within an hour and a half.”
Sukuna leaves promptly, shutting the door of his office behind him, as the room is filled with chattering, cash moving around, and Choso sighs dejectedly, writing down everyone’s demands. Megumi laughs at the poor beta and waits until everyone else is done before giving him his order. He’s craving some gyoza today.
While they are waiting for the food to be delivered, Megumi is sitting with the accountants, preparing all the necessary documents for them, until they are satisfied and leave him alone. They are overbearing, but Megumi has no choice. Besides, they help him get his mind off that tired and pained expression on Sukuna’s face. Megumi’s heart seems to be swimming in bitter concern, and he keeps coming back to it.
He's known Sukuna for four years now, and Megumi likes to consider them friends. They trust each other with serious stuff. And Sukuna may seem like a merciless business shark to many, but Megumi knows that he has no choice but to act this way to propel his company forward.
In reality Sukuna is actually quite a good person. He knows the value of his staff, his friends and family. Megumi sees how he talks to Yuuji and even if he sounds harsh, Sukuna really just wishes his younger brother the best. Megumi admires and respects Sukuna, and he hopes that the alpha feels the same way about him.
And Megumi would lie if he said he didn’t find the alpha attractive. In all honesty, Megumi thought Sukuna was a 10/10. He has immaculate style in terms of clothes. When they went to the beach once, for a corporate outing during the summer, Megumi had the chance to check his boss out from all sides and boy, did he check all the boxes on the list of Megumi’s personal preferences in men. The tattoos – top tier. And his personality is also something that Megumi finds attractive – Megumi has always had a thing for cocky and confident guys. Someone with a bright, strong personality and an aura of power.
Moreover, their company doesn’t prohibit romantic or sexual relationships with colleagues, and in his 4 years in the company he’s heard a fair share of stories (good and bad).
Taking this all into account Megumi can say that he likes Sukuna. Unfortunately, he is an alpha, and Megumi doesn’t date alphas. It’s not that he doesn’t like alphas. More like alphas don’t like him. He already knows it, they all hate his scent. Sukuna included, apparently.
And that’s such a shame honestly, because Megumi likes Sukuna’s scent a lot. Every time he gets a whiff of it, his knees feel weak and his throat dry. It took him a while to understand what Sukuna’s scent reminded him of. He just smelled really fucking tasty to Megumi, like a delicious meal that you can’t wait to sink your teeth in after a long day on an empty stomach.
He was sitting at some diner, eating out with his colleagues, one of which ordered a steak, and when the order was brought over, it hit Megumi. Sukuna reminded him of tasty, well-cooked meat, like a steak or a beef patty. There was some richness, a savoury undertone, with a tinge of fire smoke to it. He almost laughed with how obvious it turned out to be. Sukuna smelled like a Michelin star restaurant meal, and the omega inside Megumi was crazy to try it out.
Unfortunately that is never going to happen.
But that doesn’t mean Megumi doesn’t want to look out for his alpha boss.
So once the food arrives, Megumi grabs Sukuna’s portion and takes it to his personal office. A gentle knock on the door and he is let inside.
To his surprise the blinds are put down and the AC is blasting, it feels like it’s put on the lowest settings possible. Megumi shivers and his hands clasp the hot box of food tightly, as he unconsciously uses it to warm up.
Sukuna is leaning back deep in his chair. His arm is thrown carelessly over his eyes, like he is shielding away from the bright sun. The lights are turned off.
The classic signs of one of his migraines. He doesn’t get them as often as he used to, for which Megumi is glad, but they are pretty brutal anyway. Megumi doesn’t know if his boss can be hungry in such a mental state, but he decides to offer either way.
“I brought your food, Ryomen-san.”
Sukuna groggily raises his back from the chair. He looks even more tired than before, his eyes are adorned with heavy bags underneath. “That’s good,” he finally says.
Megumi walks to Sukuna’s table. He throws a careful glance at Sukuna and just as he expects, his nose scrunches up for a brief second when Megumi is closest to him. It happens every time when they are in close proximity, and Megumi should be used to it already, but his heart clenches painfully every time. He knows Sukuna doesn’t want to be mean, he tries to cover his instinctive reactions to save Megumi’s feelings, but he’s known for a while anyway.
Sometimes he wonders what is so wrong with him that Sukuna cannot breathe the same air as him despite them being on friendly terms. Is it because his sense of smell is so sharp that he can trace Megumi’s scent even through the blockers? Maybe it still comes through his sweat, or clings to his clothes because Megumi doesn’t wear blockers at home? Or does the artificial smell coming from his blockers irritate him?
Megumi honestly hates both ideas. Each one makes him feel pathetic. The first – because he is once again reminded of how no one with a functional sense of smell will ever want to be his partner, because he is broken. The second – because Sukuna knows he is a fake that has to rely on chemistry and artificial perfumes, while normal omegas have pleasant natural scents.
He is so uncomfortable he cannot even enjoy Sukuna’s scent that he likes so much.
Megumi shivers and tries to shake the grim thoughts out of his head. He places the box down and takes several steps back, until Sukuna can no longer feel his smell, and Megumi cannot feel his. Sukuna throws a tired, slightly confused gaze at him, but doesn’t say anything, choosing instead to open the box with his takeout. The air is immediately filled with the rich spicy scent of his food.
“Every time I forget how weird your tastes are. Why do you even eat this? It smells abhorrent,” Megumi says. He wants to change the subject to something lighter, unrelated to the storm that stirs itself in his chest. Even from afar, the smell of the food is tickling his nose. Sukuna chuckles weakly, uncharacteristic of him. He’s usually much louder. He really must be very tired.
“Food is much more fun if it’s trying to hurt you while you eat.”
“Okay, weirdo.”
“Whatever.” Sukuna begins eating slowly and Megumi decides it’s better for him to leave. But he cannot leave the office fast enough. “Fushiguro, I’m going to the Maersk office in an hour. Need to bring some documents over and discuss the amendments to our contract. You want to come with me? I’ll drive.”
“Huh?” Megumi is lost for a second. Why would Sukuna offer something like this, offer to spend time together if he doesn’t even like coming within a meter’s distance of him? His ears heat up against his will. Then he remembers. They are just a boss and a subordinate. It doesn’t mean anything.
“Well, actually. I did want to go there, too... Wanted to meet our new manager and talk about our communication issues. She’s a handful.” It’s not a lie, he thought about going there. But it was far from urgent or even necessary. He still wants to take the opportunity.
Sukuna nods, like it’s no big deal. “Okay, be ready in an hour then.”
The conversation is over and Megumi walks to the door but is stopped again.
“Thank you for the food, Fushiguro.”
“You are welcome, boss. Good luck with the headache.”
There’s stress and nervous anticipation seeping into Megumi’s skin, and he finds it hard to finish his lunch or concentrate on work. His gaze keeps drifting to the corner of the screen that displays the current time.
He’s on good terms with Sukuna, but it’s rare that the two of them spend time together outside of the office. Conflicting emotions are a nervous knot in Megumi’s stomach – anticipation and fear are overflowing him. Megumi doesn’t know if he’s glaring at the clock because he’s dreading their shared car ride or wants it to start sooner.
Eventually the moment comes and Sukuna exits his personal office and calls Megumi up. He springs to his feet, grabbing his bag that’s been ready for half an hour already. He glances at Sukuna and realizes he looks better already, his migraine probably subsided. His hands are empty apart from the car keys he is swinging on his index finger. His wine-red shirt is unbuttoned on his chest and it makes Megumi’s mouth run dry.
“Are you ready?”
He nods and they quickly walk to the elevator. The office building that houses them has been going through a renovation lately, so they have to use one of the older, more cramped and poorly ventilated elevators, while the regular ones are used for moving the materials. Sukuna clicks his tongue when he remembers this fact – he is a man who quite enjoys comfort.
The elevator takes an eternity to arrive, but thankfully it’s empty. It’s when the doors are nearly closed that Megumi remembers something.
“Didn’t you need to take some documents with you, Ryomen-san?” Sukuna’s eyes open wide in shock as he pushes some buttons on the elevator panel to make the doors open again. They don’t.
Instead, the doors remain closed, the elevator remains immobile at the same level as it was, and the loudspeaker in the board is peeping annoyingly.
“Huh?”
Chapter 2
Notes:
Damn guys, I was blown away by the amount of attention I got for the first chapter. More than 200 kudos just like that? I'm so happy so many people were interested in my story. I hope you like this chapter, too. More talking and more emotional stuff yay.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Megumi watches intensely as Sukuna continues to press the underground parking lot button on the panel, but nothing changes. The alpha swears under his breath.
“Umm… What did you do, Ryomen-san?” It comes out more accusatory than he expected and Sukuna glares at him over his shoulder before turning back to the panel.
“I didn’t do anything. This elevator is just shit,” Sukuna looks at the panel again in defeat, before pressing the dispatcher button. The annoying beeping stops, and they wait for someone to reply.
“Hello. Something happened?” A groggy voice finally answers from the other side. The loudspeaker is old and it’s hard to understand what the old man is saying.
“We pressed something and now the elevator is stuck,” Sukuna explains calmly, but Megumi can feel it in his scent that the alpha is angry and frustrated. His brows are tightly knitted too. He would argue that “we” didn’t press anything, but decides it’s better not to rile Sukuna up.
“Oh, it happens sometimes with this one. Don’t worry. I’ll send an operator to you now. It’ll probably just be 30 to 60 minutes till we get you out. Hope no one wants to go to the restroom, ahah.” The man from the loudspeaker grows silent.
Sukuna is fuming and his angry scent is deafening. Megumi knows he can trust Sukuna and he knows that he is not the cause of the alpha’s anger, but his instincts tell him he’s in danger. The scent is telling him that there’s a furious alpha less than a meter away from him and that Megumi has to run. Before he knows it, he takes a few steps back and hits the wall of the elevator. The faint sound makes Sukuna divert his attention to the person who’s been unlucky enough to be stuck in a confined space with him. He looks at Megumi, perplexed, seeing his eyes blown wide and his hands gripping the wall.
“Oi, Fushiguro, you okay? Claustrophobic?” His expression changes from barely contained anger to concern, and the subtle transition is enough to let Megumi exhale. He shakes his head slowly.
“N-No, I’m not… It’s just… Your scent,” he is embarrassed to say it out loud. It's impolite to talk about scents with people who you aren’t close with, but he really needs Sukuna to tone it down, because his knees are trembling.
Sukuna looks at him in confusion for a few seconds, before his eyes widen with understanding.
“Shit, Fushiguro, I’m sorry,” he does his best to calm his scent down, but the ventilation in the elevator sucks and the heavy angry pheromones are lingering in the air. Each inhale Megumi takes goes straight to the primitive part of his brain that pumps adrenaline into his veins. His hands seek purchase, but the sleek plastic walls are of little help. Seeing his unfortunate mental state Sukuna speaks again. “Fushiguro, calm down, please. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not angry with you.”
This seems to do the trick, as eventually Megumi’s breathing slows down, and he sinks onto the floor. He knows it's nasty, but his legs can barely hold him. Sukuna is squatting on the opposite side of the elevator, but the space is so cramped there may as well be no distance between them at all.
“I think I’m fine now. Sorry, Ryomen-san… It’s not something I can control, you know how it is…” Megumi mumbles under his breath, trying to sound apologetic, but Sukuna shakes his head.
“Don’t say anything, it’s my fault. I’m glad you are okay now. Freaked me out there for a hot minute,” Sukuna wipes the sweat off his forehead and chuckles. Megumi loves the sound of his laugh. “Though I should admit I was surprised that you got so nervous, but your scent didn’t change at all. I guess that’s why I couldn’t react as quickly as I should have.”
Megumi freezes. Caught in the spotlight again. He tries to come up with a convincing lie. Why does his scent always stay the same when it’s supposed to let people know about his mood as freely as his expression does? And instead he is stuck like an NPC in a video-game, only one boring option to offer to others. Megumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why are his thoughts so depressing today?
“Ah, that. I guess I have good control of it,” Megumi can’t help looking to the side, even if he knows it makes him look like the liar he is. He nervously runs his fingers over the bandage covering the inside of his left wrist under his shirt. He knows that Sukuna is watching him and cold sweat runs down his neck. Or maybe it’s just regular sweat. It’s really fucking stuffy in this elevator.
“I guess?” Sukuna copies his words.
“Is there a problem?” Megumi gets defensive, hoping that it will make Sukuna leave him alone.
“Not really. But it feels like you're hiding something from me here, Fushiguro.”
Damn sure he is. Fushiguro knows he should give Sukuna a convincing answer, but nothing comes to mind at that moment of stress, and his empty excuses just rile up Sukuna’s curiosity. And his boss is unfortunately a person who pays a lot of attention to details, can read people very well and knows how to get what he wants. One fact after the other backs Megumi farther into the corner.
The only strategy left is to stay silent and hope that Sukuna gives up, realizing that inquiring about the scent of his subordinate is poor ethics. Well, here’s hoping.
But it somehow works. Though Megumi has a feeling the solution is temporary. They are sitting on the floor, waiting to be let out of their prison. It’s cramped and stuffy and Sukuna’s scent fills Megumi’s nose. No longer angry, it is more exasperated and tired. It still stings Megumi’s senses a little, but another problem is more present. The omega inside him now reads the situation of “sharing a small confined space with an unmated alpha whose scent Megumi really likes” in a bit of a different way. His body temperature is slowly rising and there’s sweat on Megumi’s neck. He rubs it nervously, sensing Sukuna’s intense gaze on himself.
“Aren’t you hot?”
Well of course Sukuna wouldn’t leave him alone. They are stuck in an empty room together, there’s no other entertainment available for him other than tease and torture Megumi. He scowls.
“I’m fine,” he hisses through his teeth, an obvious lie as his tie seems to be squeezing his throat like a slip-knot, and the collar of his shirt is wet with sweat. His underarms are also wet, and he belatedly remembers that as good as his scent blockers can cover his glands, they cannot do anything with his sweat. Megumi tries to inhale the air in the elevator and sniff it without attracting much of Sukuna’s attention but of course the man’s eyes are glued to him.
Thankfully, the dominant smell that Megumi picks up is Sukuna’s natural savoury one, but he can pick up the undertones of his own scent as well. For now, it’s barely there, Megumi notices it just because he knows what to look for. But at this pace, Sukuna is soon to sense it as well. Megumi panics, and his body language must be very easy to read, because Sukuna breaks the silence again.
“Come on, Fushiguro, tell me your secrets, I’m dying from curiosity here.” There’s a predatory grin on Sukuna’s face, his fangs bared, and Megumi is now completely backed into the corner. He might as well go out on his own terms, instead of prolonging his torture.
“Okay, fine!” Megumi’s hands are lifted in defeat, and he proceeds to angrily tug on his tie. It’s a mess but he finally slips it over his head and unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt. He watches closely as Sukuna’s gaze drops to his exposed neck.
He hates that he has to open up to his boss like that, honestly. It must be just a game for Sukuna, but for Megumi it’s torture. He already knows how it will end. Disrespect, repulsion, disdain, or maybe some polite detachment as Sukuna tries to not hurt Megumi’s feelings. Who cares, really? Megumi’s been through this a hundred times, he can take one more. What he can’t take is looking like a pathetic criminal who tries to hide his misdeeds. Megumi may be pathetic, but he hasn’t done anything wrong.
Megumi stares at Sukuna in defiance and then bares the side of his neck so it’s easier for the alpha to see the patches that cover his scent glands.
“What’s that? Scent blockers?” he looks unimpressed, like he expected the mystery to be grander than it really is.
“Kind of, but not really. Scent blockers are widely used, but this thing is rarer and only appeared on the market in the last decade. Still pretty expensive, I must say.” Megumi rubs his finger against the surface of the patch and brings it to his nose. The smell is still there, but it is pretty mild by the end of the day. “It perfectly covers the scent from the glands on the neck and wrists, and also emits artificial pheromones that are almost indistinguishable from the natural scent of an omega or an alpha. Mine are one of the more classic versions – peaches.” He tries to sound uninterested and pragmatic, to hide how vulnerable showing this actually makes him feel. Make Sukuna believe that it’s nothing serious. He throws a quick glance at Sukuna and his brows are furrowed in confusion and disrespect. Megumi’s nails dig into the palms of his hands.
“Why would someone pay for this? Who needs this?” Megumi can’t help but laugh at his words. He really doesn’t understand that at all. “I can understand people wearing scent blockers from time to time. But what’s the point of pretending you have some other scent?”
“Sometimes people don’t like their scent. Sometimes the people they are close with don’t like their scent. There’s also some “fashion” in this regard, too, with certain scents being looked down on and others being praised. Something like that.” Megumi looks away from Sukuna, unable to stomach his gaze. “Our society places a lot of value and meaning on scents, so it’s not this crazy that some companies jumped on the train of providing the service of changing them, like make-up.”
“That’s stupid.” There’s visible dissatisfaction on Sukuna’s face. He’s scowling and Megumi doesn’t understand what he can be so angry about. “Your scent is something inherent to you only, unique, an important indicator that lets people get to know you better. How can you just resign yourself to covering it up at all times and hide like your natural scent is something to be ashamed of?”
You, you, you . Sukuna is angry on his behalf, he realizes. That’s so personal, so intimate, Megumi almost feels naked. Somehow it makes him feel so conflicted. A tender, emotional part of him is happy that someone doesn’t want him to hide and cover in shame.
The rational part of him knows that just because his boss may be on his side (is he even on Megumi’s side? He doesn’t even know what he is arguing on behalf of. He doesn’t know how bad it is in Megumi’s case), that doesn’t change the experiences he has had with hundreds of other people.
“It may sound stupid to you, but it’s just… After years and years of people being displeased with your scent, people feeling like they need to give you their opinion on something you can’t control… After countless insults and unprovoked condolences, you just want it to stop. You just want people to let you be. So you buy stuff like this and suddenly you are normal. It’s such a relief.”
He was speaking abstractly before, but this speech is so much more personal. Megumi’s fingers twist in embarrassment, in memories of rude remarks that instilled such deep shame and fear into him. No one would ever have the courage to abuse him physically, but words were more than enough to let him understand – he was unwelcome in his natural state. His scent was wrong and Megumi needed to hide it.
Saying it out loud, nearly admitting his pain to Sukuna feels scary. He can barely confess it to his closest friends and now for some reason he’s telling it to his boss, just because they got stuck together in an old elevator. By pure chance.
But it feels good to get it off his chest somehow. He always hated how much the words of strangers broke him. He couldn’t help the shame and fear he came to harbour for his scent because of all the hurtful things he heard from people over the years. But the proud, the strong part of him hated that he broke down under the pressure of expectations. Sometimes he was just overwhelmed with the helpless anger at the society that did this to him. And in a way opening up and admitting that he is hurting feels… like he is fighting these people. Maybe just a little bit, but he is biting back.
He’s saying. I hate that you are doing this to me. I hate that you have ruined my pride and turned me into a scared shameful pet. I despise you.
He’s so lost in his thoughts he nearly forgets he’s still mere feet away from Sukuna, the person he just spilled his guts to. He throws a tentative glance at the alpha, and he finds the expression he is met with hard to read. The man is biting his lip and looking down like he is still running over Megumi’s words in his head. Several times it looks like he’s opening his mouth, ready to say something, but then closes it again. Megumi doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean.
And it almost feels like a challenge, like an opening for Megumi to attack. He is already opening all his cards, he might as well go all in.
“Do you want to know what my real scent is?”
Saying this feels exhilarating in a way that’s similar to adrenaline rushing through his veins when he fights. He knows that Sukuna will hate it just like the rest of them, but somehow today he feels like he may be able to bear it. Walk out with a head held high if he needs to. He is tired of being embarrassed and judged for something that was always out of his control. Sukuna can think whatever the fuck he wants, Megumi is not an object to bend to the tastes of others, he is his own human and he is not defined by what others think of him. Today he wants to stand his ground.
The question brings Sukuna out of his reverie and he nods quietly. His brows are tight and his body is leaning forward as they sit across one another on the floor. Megumi sees the interest burning in his eyes and it makes a shiver run down his spine. The intense gaze is still on him as Megumi tugs the sleeve on his shirt to reveal a barely noticeable patch on his wrist. His skin is hot and sticky with sweat, so the patch is already coming off on its own. Megumi’s hands are trembling slightly and it takes all of his composure to calm the shiver down.
He tears the bandage off slowly, and the idea that another person will now have access to his essence, something he always keeps hidden, is exhilarating. Sure, he lets some people scent him sometimes, but they are his parents, his close friends – not his hot alpha boss. It’s been so long since he showed himself to another human like that, he doesn’t remember what it’s supposed to feel like.
Megumi crumples the dirty bandage in his hand and puts it in his pocket. His wrist feels bare, naked even, and he massages it slightly to get rid of the weird sensation. Damn, is he really doing it?
Megumi looks at Sukuna in defiance and stretches his arm forward. It almost feels like he is giving an offering to a god, and it is surreal, but on the other side Sukuna is ready to take his hand carefully. Megumi watches as Sukuna’s face lowers itself to the bare expanse of his wrist. Sukuna’s firm and strong fingers are circling his hand, pressing into his veins and Megumi knows he can sense his rushing heartbeat under the thin skin. Sukuna’s nose is brushing gently against the base of his palm. Warm air hits him as Sukuna exhales against his wrist.
Each next second he waits for Sukuna to pull away, to let his boneless arm drop to the floor. But instead each next second he feels another deep inhale against his tender skin, and Megumi feels hot. Really hot.
He was so ready to fight that he is left absolutely defenseless when Sukuna gives him affection instead of pain.
A needy whine that leaves Megumi’s throat when he feels the press of Sukuna’s lips against his bare scent gland is startling even to him. Shivers run all over his body and it’s like all the blood filling his veins has rushed to his skin. Megumi would swear his face was all red if he was in a position to think at that moment.
His eyes are blown wide as he follows the gentle caress of Sukuna’s lips against his tender skin. A tentative lick to the naked scent gland makes his whole body tremble.
And then suddenly the pressure is gone.
There’s coolness on his wet skin, and the contrast is jarring.
Megumi is ready to whine in hurt and disappointment, the raw emotions seem to come from somewhere so deep inside him they go straight to his skin bypassing the brain. The look on his face must be so needy, but Megumi can't find it in himself to be embarrassed.
Sukuna looks up at him. His pupils are blown wide and his chest is heaving as if he’s just run a mile. There’s shock in his eyes that Megumi feels he’s never seen in his boss before.
“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done it- Fushiguro, I’m sorry-“
Megumi doesn’t know who says the next words that ring in the tight elevator, but it can’t be him.
“Ryomen-san, please, do this again…”
Notes:
Really left you hanging there, huh? Don't worry, We'll get to the horny soon. I'm sure you'll love it! Leave a comment if you liked the chapter, I want to know what you think)) Let's meet again hmm next Wednesday? How does that sound?
Chapter Text
“Ryomen-san, please, do this again…”
He is so glad that Sukuna doesn’t make him wait. In a blink of an eye Megumi’s left wrist is pressed against Sukuna’s mouth again and he exhales in relief. Those brief seconds between Sukuna breaking away from his skin and reconnecting with it have felt like torture, and now Megumi is nearly choking in pleasure that runs through his bones as Sukuna’s mouth is ravaging the sensitive skin of his wrist. There’s so much going on and Megumi doesn’t know what to do with those sensations, so he is just left sitting there and having his skin worshipped. He can’t find another word to describe what Sukuna is doing to him but worship. The tip of his tongue is flicking against the tight sensitive spot, and then another second Sukuna is licking the full expanse of his wrist, pressure so strong like he wants to melt into Megumi’s skin. He has no choice but to moan openly and throw his head back, exposing himself, letting Sukuna do whatever he pleases with him.
And the alpha doesn’t hesitate to take the invitation. His other hand scrambles to rip the bandage of the wrist of his right hand and the sting makes Megumi wince but the sensation is quickly replaced by ecstasy as Sukuna sucks on his other gland. He is moaning openly and shamelessly, because there’s no way he could contain those sounds, the wet hot pressure against one of his most sensitive spots is so intense, he forgot his body could feel like this at all. It seems like it’s been years since someone paid him so much attention, played with him like this.
His skin is burning with the intense shocks of pleasure and he is so lost in the sensation he fails to comprehend what Sukuna is doing with him. Belatedly he flutters his eyes open and realizes that Sukuna has closed the distance between them, has come to straddle his lap, his hands are resting on his neck and most importantly Sukuna’s glowing red eyes are staring into his soul. Megumi is mesmerized, he is basking in the attention Sukuna is pouring onto him and he doesn’t want to see the end of it.
And as their eyes are studying each other Megumi takes a deep inhale and can finally notice the obvious. He was so preoccupied with his skin he forgot to breathe properly and now he finally senses it. The air is filled with the smell of desire. Sukuna’s scent is attacking Megumi’s nose and it’s so bright Megumi is almost choking on it. It’s screaming with arousal, desire, hunger and burning heat, and the scent alone makes Megumi whine and bare his throat, begging for Sukuna to tear him to pieces.
It's a bit harder to notice for him, because Sukuna’s smell is overwhelming the space, but Megumi’s own scent is also lying heavy in the air. He tries to pay attention to it as well and realizes how absolutely needy and deranged and aroused he must smell to Sukuna. The spicy undertones are tingling his nose, and he wonders if they bother the alpha, but he thinks it would be stupid to ask. Sukuna smells like he wants to eat him whole. And as the worries are shoved away, Megumi’s trembling weak hands grab the collar of Sukuna’s shirt and tug him closer until he can whisper in Sukuna’s lips.
“Kiss me more.”
And Sukuna attacks his lips with vigor. It really seems like Sukuna is ready to devour him, mouths smashing against each other, teeth sinking into his flesh and tugging the gentle expanse of his lip. Sukuna is far from a gentle kisser, Megumi realizes. He is aggressive and dominant, taking the lead and making Megumi follow him blindly.
Megumi is not a pillow-princess. On the contrary, he is usually the more active one in bed, but he doesn’t mind giving Sukuna the opportunity to ravage him. He actually enjoys it quite a lot. Sukuna is biting him like a wild hungry animal, like he hasn’t eaten in weeks and finally found prey to sate himself. And Megumi lets him. Because Sukuna acts like he will die if Megumi pushes him away.
And that need, that desire is the best of all. As if he is worthy of something, as if he is a desired prize and not someone’s second-third-fourth option. The way Sukuna treats him in that moment fulfills him in a way Megumi didn’t know he’d ever get to experience. And it feels much better than he ever dared to dream.
Megumi doesn’t even know how he has the energy to think about anything but the fire which Sukuna is burning him with. He is so aroused, although no more than a couple minutes could have passed. His skin is burning and tingling all over, but the liquid iron pooling in his lower stomach draws the most attention. It’s like all of his blood has decided to drain to his very core and is now throbbing with need. Slick has been leaking out of him non-stop and Megumi knows his underwear is wet throughout already. He wants to squeeze his thighs shut, wants to give his burning sex if not friction then pressure at least, but Sukuna’s knee in between his legs doesn’t let him and Megumi unconsciously whines into the kiss. His sounds and squirming seem to get Sukuna’s attention as he reluctantly separates from his mouth.
Megumi wants to open his eyes, sit straight, but to his own surprise finds himself too dizzy to do that. He barely managed to meet eyes with Sukuna and his breath hitches. Sukuna’s pupils are blown wide, he can hardly tell apart the red ring of his irises. Megumi looks him in the eyes and then inhales the rich scent of Sukuna’s arousal deep, his mouth salivating. A small content noise leaves his lungs and his reaction to his scent must be satisfying for the alpha because low rumble escapes his throat.
“Not fair, sweetheart,” Sukuna finally breaks the silence, and his low velvety voice and the gentle pet name do wonders for Megumi, shake him a little out of the stupor he’s been in as Sukuna ate him alive. Megumi’s fingers twitch with need and he buries them in the alpha’s thighs, too embarrassed to voice his lewd thoughts and desires, but needy enough to at least beg with his body. Sukuna responds with a growl. “I want to taste you fully as well. Can I?”
Megumi blinks at him drowsily, trying to decipher what exactly Sukuna means, but as he senses scorching hot fingers hover over his neck, he gulps and looks away in understanding. Sukuna is asking if he can take the patches of the scent glands on his neck, the most important ones, the ones that give off the strongest scent. Megumi’s ears burn in shame and embarrassment at the thought that an alpha wants to scent him, asks for permission to taste him. It’s so unfamiliar, so unusual. A dream he greedily indulged in on the nights when he felt especially lonely. Wondering what it feels like to be wanted and desired the way he saw in books, in movies, in the lives of his friends. And as it finally happens for real, he is too startled to be happy. It feels more like a joke than the real thing.
Sukuna seems to sense his uncertainty and runs the tip of his fingers over Megumi’s collarbones, trying to give comfort and reassurance. “I’m not going to bite you, Fushiguro. I just want to scent you properly. Maybe you don’t realize it, but you smell insanely good. Let me taste a little more?”
Megumi knows what he hears, but it still sounds unreal. Surprisingly, it feels both exciting and undeserved to be on the receiving end of such praise. But as Megumi meets Sukuna’s eyes, full of eager arousal and heat, he makes a decision. Maybe just today, just for now, he will shut the parasite in his head down, and just let himself feel good.
“O-Okay. If that’s what you want…” Megumi nods and immediately Sukuna’s scent overwhelms him as he leans down, closing the gap between them. Sukuna’s fingers gently peel the bandages of his neck, but the hungry caresses are immediately there to soothe the discomfort of being bare and open in such an unfamiliar way. Sukuna buries his face in the crook of his neck, while his palm is rubbing firmly against the other exposed side. Megumi’s scent glands are tingling with unfamiliar stimulation and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He is hyper aware of Sukuna breathing heavily against his scent gland, as if he wants to be filled to the brim by Megumi’s scent, the true nature of his essence. It’s like Megumi is spread out naked for Sukuna, a meal to be devoured, but it feels good.
Megumi knows it is coming, but when he feels it, air is still knocked out of his lungs in a shamelessly loud moan. As Sukuna presses the flat surface of his tongue against his neck, and then laps on his touch-starved skin Megumi can’t help but shudder and whimper. The pleasure is so intense it runs down his veins like electricity, spreads around until not a single cell of his body is unaware of the hot wet tongue that is melting the skin of his neck. Megumi’s fingers dig into the flesh of Sukuna’s arms, grounding himself against the firm body pressing him down. He knows he’s a mess, but the pleasure is too intense, and he basks in the warmth and stimulation, mind too foggy to register how needy he must look.
In the heat of the moment, he drags Sukuna closer until the knee, alpha uses to support himself, is pressed tightly between Megumi’s legs. Megumi sighs in relief as he is finally able to grind his sex against something firm and stable, give his core the friction it begged for. He feels absolutely deranged, getting so worked up at Sukuna lapping on his neck he can’t help but dry hump his leg, but not doing it feels cruel to his hungry body.
Sukuna seems to enjoy the squirming and lewd noises he works out of Megumi and continues to explore the column of his neck with kisses and caresses. He moves to the other side and sucks on the edge of the previously untouched gland, and the sharp feeling gets Megumi’s whole body to contact, his thighs fluttering against Sukuna’s leg he is squeezing tightly, and a loud raspy moan leaves his lungs. Megumi can feel the alpha smile against the crook of his neck.
“Sensitive much?” Sukuna mumbles and Megumi should be embarrassed, but feels too good to do so.
He nods and whispers back, “Yeah… That feels good.”
Sukuna laughs at his honesty and gets back to the task of exploring Megumi’s body, nipping at his skin, while his hands roam the sides of Megumi’s torso, squeezing and pressing, searching for other sensitive spots he is yet to ravage. Megumi melts in this attention, his head is floating somewhere far in the air, as he continues to lazily grind his crotch against Sukuna’s knee.
It is this dizzy state that Megumi is in, that doesn’t let him react on time when he hears some mechanical gritting sounds. His eyes are closed and he is too focused on the sensation of Sukuna kissing on his scent glands. But as he senses the lighting change and the elevator shake slightly he opens his eyes with difficulty and is met with a sight that makes his blood run cold.
The doors of the elevator are open. Outside there are three people. First there is Choso who looks completely shocked and scared, eyes blown wide and his mouth trembling. To his side there is Uraume whose brows are furrowed with an expression of utter disbelief and something akin to disgust. They raise their hand slowly and cover their nose as if the smell is unbearable, and the familiar shame overwhelms Megumi. Fuck, this elevator probably stinks with me. What the hell was I thinking? Fuck, that’s a public place, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Ryo-Ryomen-san!” he nearly screams, his voice on edge and on the verge of hyperventilation with how much he is panicking, and he pounds his fists on Sukuna’s back who still has his face pressed in the crook of Megumi’s neck. He tries to squirm from under the alpha, but he seems determined to hold Megumi down pressed against his chest. Strong hands squeeze his waist and Megumi hears a reassuring “sshhh” against his ear. Megumi is still scared and ashamed and unsure, but the sound helps him get back to his senses a bit.
Sukuna finally raises his head and looks at the audience that is silently studying them.
“Choso, Uraume. You haven’t seen anything,” he snarls at his subordinates. Uruame tries to protest, but Sukuna growls at them and the omega closes their mouth, still wearing a dissatisfied expression.
Sukuna then turns to the other man, the one Megumi doesn’t know. He looks like a blue-collar worker and Megumi realizes he must be the elevator operator. The man looks surprisingly calm and unimpressed at the sight that must be absolutely deranged. Megumi gulps down and looks away in shame anyway.
“You. Is this fucking elevator ready to go now?” Sukuna asks the operator.
“Yeah. If you don’t smash three buttons at the same time again, it will work properly,” the old man replies in a calm manner. His sarcasm doesn’t seem to impress Sukuna as he lets out a low rumbling growl at the direction of the man, but he remains unphased.
Sukuna separates himself from Megumi and he wants to whine a little. The omega inside of him is distressed and wants to alpha to comfort him, even if it’s not his alpha. Thankfully, Sukuna is just stretching his arm to the elevator panel and pressing the underground parking lot button.
The doors close and the last thing Megumi sees is Uruame’s dejected sigh.
Megumi is still frozen in his panic when he feels Sukuna’s hands carefully take his palms and tug him up until Megumi is standing on his feet, though his legs are too unstable to hold him without the support of the wall. Sukuna squeezes his palms firmly before proceeding to clean Megumi’s pants from the dust and dirt of the elevator floor. Megumi doesn’t understand how Sukuna can be so calm and unphased after they were just caught nearly fucking in an office building elevator by two of their colleagues and a stranger. Megumi wants the ground to swallow him. Sukuna meanwhile looks as usual, if not for the tinge of arousal still colouring his cheeks and straining his pants.
Megumi looks away again in embarrassment.
He wants to say something, but his tongue won’t move. He wants Sukuna to tell him something, give an explanation or a reassurance, but the alpha is just standing there, glancing at the small screen that shows the floor they are at. It’s another few moments before they reach the parking lot, and Megumi is ready to fall on his knees and thank the gods that no one else has entered the elevator while they were in it. Megumi wouldn’t be able to look these people in the eyes. The cabin absolutely reeks of sex and arousal, as if someone has gone into heat there. Megumi is embarrassed to think that he is complicit.
As the doors slide open Sukuna grasps Megumi’s hand firmly and leads him in the direction of his car. Megumi has no idea what’s that supposed to imply, but he is too confused and unsure and just follows the alpha blindly.
They reach the black BMW and Sukuna opens the door for Megumi and lets him in before circling to the other side and taking the driver’s seat. The awkward silence between the two is making Megumi’s skin crawl, and he is looking down on his knees nervously. His fingers are fumbling with each other and unconsciously he brings a hand to his mouth and bites into his thumb. That’s a nasty habit of his, but when he’s scared or nervous he can’t help but bite into his fingers. That’s a small act, but it grounds him.
But before he knows it, Sukuna’s palm is on his and pries Megumi’s hand away from his chattering teeth.
“Hey, stop that, sweetheart. No need to be so scared,” Megumi glances up at Sukuna and something about the warmth in his gaze makes the tightness in his chest unclench and he can finally take a breath. He notices that Sukuna’s smell has calmed down, too, even though it is still laced with arousal. The observation results in Megumi’s ears heating up. “Okay now?”
Megumi gives him a weak nod. “I’m just worried about Uraume and Choso seeing… us .” He doesn’t know how to call whatever has just happened between him and the alpha.
“Don’t fret about it, Fushiguro. I’ll talk to them tomorrow, it will be fine. The most important thing is - are you uncomfortable with what I’ve just done to you in this idiotic elevator? If no, then we’ve just gone a little nasty there. I assure you, it’s not the worst thing people have done in this building.”
Sukuna runs his thumb over the knuckles of Megumi’s hand he’s still cradling before bringing it to his lips.
“You are not uncomfortable, right?”
Megumi’s eyes run upwards from his lap to Sukuna’s face, and his expression is a mix of caring and flirtatious. His throat runs dry at the implications of this gaze, and he just shakes his head. Sukuna smiles before pecking his knuckles one by one.
“I like being able to finally sense your mood through your scent properly. The scent of the real you. It’s like a missing piece of the puzzle in my head has finally clicked into place.”
The compliment comes out of nowhere and it leaves Megumi breathless. He doesn’t know how to take it, and he is tempted to close up again, to search for hidden hurtful meaning in Sukuna’s words, like he would usually do. But he bites his tongue.
“I… I’m glad you think that way,” Megumi ends up saying, and the answer seems to please Sukuna as he moves his head to nuzzle at the scent gland of Megumi’s wrist.
Megumi breathes in and realises that the scent of arousal, both his and Sukuna’s, begins to fill the space again. Sukuna showers his exposed wrist and hand with butterfly kisses.
“You smell absolutely delicious, Fushiguro.”
And Megumi is a gone man. He can’t help but squeeze his thighs tight, and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. He is rewarded by a scrape of Sukuna’s fangs against his pulse point.
“Fushiguro, there are two ways I can propose to continue this evening. First one - I drive you to your house and leave you there, so you calm down and think everything over.” Sukuna grows silent to give Megumi’s wrist another tender kiss. “The second - I take you to my apartment and fuck the soul out of you.”
Megumi can’t fight the whine that escapes his throat when Sukuna sinks his teeth into the meat of his palm.
“So what do you th-” Megumi doesn’t let him finish.
“Take me,” Megumi whispers. “Damn, I mean, to your place. Take me there.”
Sukuna bares his fangs in a dangerous smile and for a second Megumi thinks that the alpha will jump at him right now, but instead Sukuna slowly lets go of his hand. He turns forward and starts the engine.
“I will gladly take you, Fushiguro Megumi.”
Notes:
I lied to you, no elevator fucking here. It's dirty and dusty, don't fuck on the floor of public spaces.
*elevator door closes*
uraume: if i have to deal with a sexual harassment lawsuit against ryomen-san, i will simply quit
choso: wh- what did they- there- fushiguro-san??
maintenance guy: happens much more often than you think. the appeal of confined spaces
Chapter Text
They drive off and as the slick BMW rushes down the streets Megumi is all jittery with the idea of what will happen soon. He keeps stealing glances of the alpha whose eyes are, in turn, glued to the road. The tension of keeping his composure is written all over Sukuna’s face, and Megumi decides it’s best not to distract him. It looks like keeping eyes on the road instead of Megumi himself is not the easiest task for the alpha, so he stays quiet, but a pang of pride burns warmly in his chest.
Luck must be on Megumi’s side today, because they reach Sukuna’s house in ten minutes. Sukuna parks the car and as they step out immediately takes Megumi’s hand to show him the way. It’s not necessary, Megumi would just follow his steps, but the gesture fills his chest with warmth. It makes him feel cared for, and he is quickly getting addicted to the consideration and tenderness the alpha is giving him.
When they reach the elevators, Sukuna looks at them for a few moments before tugging Megumi in the direction of the stairs. He can’t help but chuckle.
Impatience seems to be grinding on Sukuna’s nerves as he all but runs up the stairs, jumping over every other step, and Megumi runs after him as if this sense of anticipation is contagious.
When Sukuna finally opens the door of his apartment, Megumi cannot fight this giddy feeling anymore. As Sukuna turns to face him, Megumi is already circling his arms around Sukuna’s neck and pulling himself up until his legs are wrapped around his waist, too. The alpha doesn’t act surprised by his actions as his hands immediately land on his ass, propping Megumi up, and he can’t help but purr.
Sukuna lets out a low growl and presses Megumi against the wall.
“So impatient.” His eyes are burning with a dangerous glint and it’s setting Megumi on fire. He dips down until his mouth is bare millimeters away from Sukuna’s ear.
“That’s you fault, Mr. Fuck-the-soul-out-of-you,” and he inhales Sukuna’s rich savoury scent, letting it settle in his blood like a drug. He’s always loved his scent, but it’s on some other level now. It’s intoxicating, and Megumi can feel more slick gush out of his pussy just from the smell alone.
Sukuna curses under his breath and tilts his head to the side, letting Megumi nuzzle at his scent gland. He gladly takes the opportunity, rubs his nose against the firm, smooth skin, pecks every centimeter of the column of his neck. Even if Sukuna shudders under his gentle touches and his palms dig deeper into his ass, the alpha remains passive and lets Megumi play with him. And this compliance, the ease with which Sukuna falls to pieces under his lips - it awakens such passion in Megumi that he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager pumped high with hormones. He doesn’t remember feeling so aroused even during his heats. For a second he wonders what would it feel like - to have Sukuna take him during heat. The fantasy settles right between his legs and he can’t help but squeeze his thighs tighter.
As Megumi continues his journey and decides to playfully bite the alpha at the tense muscle below his ear, he does not really hear the growl that Sukuna emits, but just feels it under his chest, pressed close to his front. His rumbling feels like a gentle earthquake and it elicits the filthiest purr from Megumi.
He doesn’t usually give in to his instincts like this, doesn’t let his omega side take control over his actions, but letting the animal in him out has never felt so good. He continues to rub his face against Sukuna, inhales the warm scent of his hair - the shampoo mixed with the sweat of the long day - as Sukuna walks deeper into the flat. Megumi doesn’t have the time or the attention span to look around, all he can think about is the alpha that is carrying him like he weighs nothing, even though Megumi is sturdier and stronger than most omegas, taller than Sukuna, too. Courtesy of Toji’s genes.
But for some reason Megumi doesn’t feel like he is too much, as Sukuna drops him on the bed and takes his shirt off him. He doesn’t feel the need to worry that his scent is too glaring, that his built is too heavy, his muscles too prominent. As Megumi’s arms slip out of the sleeves of his shirt and Sukuna starts to cover his chest with bites and kisses before Megumi can even finish undressing himself, he thinks that he genuinely feels so openly comfortable right now there’s no room left for doubt. And when his mind is finally given some rest from insecurities and fears, he is overwhelmed with arousal.
Megumi is fumbling with the buttons of Sukuna’s dress shirt blindly and the weight of the alpha towering over him is exhilarating. He finds that he likes being cornered like this, hands pressed on both sides of his head, as Sukuna sucks on his scent glands. He wouldn’t be able to escape if he tried, Sukuna caging him down, but he doesn’t want to. The hot sensation of Sukuna’s muscles and the silky fabric of his shirt make goosebumps form on his skin. Megumi didn’t realise how touch-starved he was until his torso was pressed against Sukuna’s and he felt like he was burning to ashes.
He wants to cling to Sukuna, drag him as close as physically possible, drown him in his embrace, but Sukuna doesn’t allow it. Instead he rises and before Megumi can protest he crouches on the floor by the side of the bed and starts undoing the laces of his shoes. Megumi looks at him with visible confusion. He just wants to grab Sukuna by the neck, straddle him and grind against his hard cock and kiss him for hours, while Sukuna has the audacity to move away to fumble with some stupid strings. Megumi doesn’t hide the disappointed whine that escapes him. His complaining gets a smirk out of Sukuna.
“Patience, my dear.”
Apparently, Megumi’s dissatisfied expression amuses Sukuna as he very slowly takes off his shoes one after another, while Megumi looks at him from above, brows furrowed. Megumi tries to rush him, shake the stupid shoes of his feet, but Sukuna’s firm grasp doesn’t let him.
When the shoes and the socks are finally off, moved to the side out of the way, Megumi begins unbuttoning his pants, but Sukuna shushes him again. The alpha pries his hands away and Megumi wants to hiss, to urge Sukuna to quit playing, but it’s hard to argue with him when his gaze is filled with such a delicious mix of passion and care.
Sukuna showers his wrist with kisses, before finally slipping Megumi’s pants off. He now only has his underwear on, while the alpha is shirtless. He looks good enough to die for, but Megumi really wants him closer, bare under his touch. He has an urge to clasp Sukuna’s pants and tear them down, he wants - no, he needs - the alpha’s scorching skin on him immediately. But he stays pliant, watches Sukuna’s every movement closely. The alpha is apparently determined to take care of him, and Megumi is tempted to just let him.
Megumi follows his gaze as Sukuna studies every centimeter of his body, traces the smooth curves of the muscles with his fingertips. And the silent awe written over his face leaves Megumi breathless.
Sukuna looks at him like he is a piece of art and Megumi’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know how Sukuna can feel like this about him. Megumi is just… Megumi. Simply a young omega with a weird scent. Not as pretty, not as pleasant, never as desirable as countless others. Yet Sukuna treats him like a precious gift to treasure and protect. This attention is just blinding.
His head falls back on the soft surface of the bed. He cannot bear to see the look on Sukuna’s face and as he closes his eyes he realises that just feeling the alpha’s touch is no less frustrating. Adoration seeps through every press of his palms against his skin, and it is insanely pleasant, but so unfamiliar. Still Megumi tries to relax. He wants to enjoy, wants to remember those touches while they last. Not waste them.
So he inhales deeply and revels at the slightly pressure of the palm against his still closed cunt. Thoughts off, just the sensation of Sukuna rubbing up and down his folds with his fingers.
“You are so wet down here, sweetheart. Soaking through your panties. It makes me want to devour you,” Sukuna’s velvety voice was made to say vulgarities, Megumi thinks. Colour rushes to his cheeks and he tries to close his legs, but of course Sukuna’s hands are quicker. He grasps his thighs, pries them open again. When Megumi ceases struggling, Sukuna’s palms return to his clothed cunt and as the firm pressure is back on his burning core, Megumi lets out a sign of relief.
Sukuna strokes him with a steady rhythm with one hand, while his other is wrapped around his thigh. Megumi knows that these touches are just an appetiser before the main course, but even they arouse him to no end. He knows that he is leaking more and more, he can feel the coolness of the liquid vaporising of the surface of his thighs where he’s made a mess. And the wet sounds, as Sukuna plays with him, are hard to ignore.
Eventually the alpha seems to grow bored and slips off the underwear that was becoming uncomfortably wet. Megumi is tired of being so far from the alpha, he wants the hot body on him again, but just before he can rise and drag the man down, Sukuna grabs him by the thighs and pulls him to the edge of the bed until his feet flop on the floor. A moment later Sukuna is already kneeling between his legs, propping Megumi’s knees over the shoulders.
It all happens so fast that he doesn’t have the time to react. The second Megumi feels the wide press of the alpha’s tongue on his pussy he is lost.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he groans as the warmth settles in his muscles, spreads around until the whole of his lower body is on fire. He burns as Sukuna’s tongue slides along his folds in long stretched out lines. Again and again and again, in a repetitive manner, but every time the wet warm tongue presses into him, it feels a bit hotter than the previous.
His breathing is one continuous long moan at this point, Megumi cannot (not like he wants to) keep the sounds down. It’s been so long since someone has gone down on him, and his pussy has been starving for such attention. The moment he gets it - he’s a boneless puddle under Sukuna’s ministrations.
The tip of Sukuna’s tongue is teasing at his entrance and if Megumi thought he felt pleasure before, now he is nearly ecstatic. It’s exactly where he wants Sukuna and before he knows it he lowers his hand on Sukuna’s nape and presses him deeper between his legs.
Sukuna gets the hint, flicking the tip of his tongue against his hole, dipping his tongue inside as far as Megumi’s tight walls can allow. He cannot exactly tell how deeply Sukuna is buried inside of him, with the pleasure overwhelming his body and a low buzz tickling his skin all over. But with Sukuna’s nose nudging against his clit and his tongue doing some unimaginable thing inside him Megumi feels the inevitable approach of his orgasm.
As Megumi’s thighs clasp tighter around the sides of the alpha’s head and his muscles are trembling with the ever-coming orgasm ready to shudder him to the core, Megumi is too desperate to play shy. He just needs a little bit more, just another round of encouragement, he needs it. And so he digs his fingers deeper into Sukuna’s scalp and drags him up. Immediately Sukuna’s tongue latches at his clit, sucking it, flicking it from side to side. And as Megumi grinds into his face, Sukuna presses the base of his tongue firmly against him, offers himself for use to Megumi, until finally he’s there.
These sweet few seconds of the wave hitting him as Megumi’s muscles squeeze in rhythmical cramps are what he’s been longing for for so long, and he’s afraid he might just choke Sukuna with how tightly he’s pressing his legs around the alpha’s neck. But while he rides out the ecstasy of the sensation, Sukuna is lapping on his cunt gently, keeping him warm and comfortable, grounded. Ready to catch him when he falls down from his high. Megumi wants to thank the alpha but words betray him so he lets out a pleased purr and rubs the nape of his head gently instead. He hopes it gets the message across.
Slowly, as the spasms subside, Megumi lets go of Sukuna’s hair. He feels boneless, completely drained of energy and all he can do is fall back on the bed and breathe, trying to calm his rushing heartbeat.
He struggles to follow Sukuna as he gets up from his knees and Megumi watches him with eyes half-closed, still catching his breath. His pussy is throbbing and the muscles in his stomach are still spasming a bit. Sukuna’s lost his pants and underwear already and his hand is on his cock, stroking it lazily and Megumi is a little mesmerized by the sight of it.
It’s a very nice dick, he thinks. Quite long but not too thick, curved downwards. The prominent head is wet with precum and even in a dimly lit room Megumi can see that it’s hard as hell, the veins on its surface bulging up and the desire to trace those with his tongue that is born in Megumi’s head is burning him up.
It’s hard to imagine that the man is so on fire with arousal just from burying his face deep between Megumi’s legs, but the facts are in the face, and he is oddly proud of himself, filled with exhilarating desire to see what else he can do to Sukuna and what else the alpha can do to him.
Sukuna stretches his arm out to the cupboard and quickly finds a condom that he rips open. He slides the rubber down his length and pumps it down a couple times.
Megumi watches it so closely, but for some reason still misses the moment Sukuna slaps his cock across his pussy. Megumi yelps in surprise and hears Sukuna respond with a rich laugh at his reaction. He wants to pout, but realizes it feels too good to complain. Megumi’s eyes follow intensely as Sukuna aligns himself with his entrance and at the last possible moment his brain wakes up. Megumi cowers away slightly and grabs Sukuna’s arm closest to him.
“Wait- I can’t- Like that…” he pants, and Sukuna stops. He looks at the man below him, eyes filled with concern, and Megumi feels Sukuna’s fingers gently run along his forearm.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks, and Megumi knows that if he says yes, they will stop. That he doesn’t have to be afraid of offending the alpha. Sukuna is misinterpreting his words, but the way he reacts tells Megumi enough.
Still, the man looks a bit upset, and he finds that he doesn’t like seeing the alpha in this state.
“No, I mean… that it’s been a while since I had someone… And I can’t just take you…” Megumi covers his face with his free arm, unable to withstand the embarrassment of the moment. “You need to stretch me first.”
“Ooh, so that’s what you meant, angel,” Sukuna is practically purring when he says this, and it makes Megumi’s face heat up even more. But he can’t keep hiding, because Sukuna is there to gently pry Megumi’s hand away from his face. He reluctantly looks up and Sukuna’s teeth are almost shining in the dim light with how wide he is smiling. “That sounds like a you problem , though. How about you go and stretch yourself – while I watch from here, huh?”
Of course.
Megumi lets out a dissatisfied growl but it fails to lead to the desired effect, Sukuna smiling even wider instead.
“Come on sweetheart. You go and prep yourself. I’ll wait.”
Sukuna keeps true to his words and walks away leaving Megumi alone on the bed. He is annoyed and lets the alpha know as much with the bitter undertones in his scent, but Sukuna doesn’t relent. Instead he brings a chair and sits down straight across Megumi who is sprawled out on the bed. His cunt is open and visibly wet - Megumi can’t help but be embarrassed. But he is not going to let the alpha win this one. If Sukuna wants to play, they will play.
Megumi gives the alpha one last look of defiance before lowering himself back on the bed. He closes his eyes and settles comfortably in the middle of a fluffy duvet. His knees ride up and he lets his hands trail down slowly. If the alpha refuses to help him, Megumi might as well pretend like the man isn’t there at all.
He wants to warm up, though. Sukuna is not supposed to be getting whatever he wants so easily.
First, his hands settle on his chest. Megumi rolls the soft buds in circles, sighs at the sensation of the extremely soft and smooth areolas under the tips of his fingers. His chest has been begging for some touch for a while now, but Sukuna has been, apparently, too preoccupied with Megumi’s other body parts to pay attention to them. He hopes that it is a problem that can be fixed soon.
Megumi wonders if the alpha likes the show he’s putting on, but he’s too proud to open his eyes and check, so he just inhales deeply, trying to pick up the mood from the scent. Not surprisingly, the air is filled with the smell of eager expectation, both of them barely restraining themselves from latching out on each other. Still, both remain silent and unmoving - Sukuna watching intently, Megumi hesitating to follow his order.
But as much as Megumi likes playing with his chest and teasing the alpha, he cannot stop thinking of Sukuna’s pretty dick inside of him. His cunt is clenching, begging to be stretched open and stuffed full, and soon Megumi’s hand is pressed between his legs. He dips his fingers in the wet mess he’s made and realises that it’s probably not just his juices, but spit that Sukuna has left on him, too, and the thought makes the hairs on his arms rise. He covers his fingers in the wetness that has already cooled down in the chill air of the apartment and gently slides his fingers between the folds, the black hairs covering his lips teasing the soft expanse of his palm. He spreads the lips with his pointer and middle finger like he wants to let Sukuna see his pink insides and he can almost feel the alpha’s intense gaze on him. For once he’s thankful to his biology that kills off the embarrassment of the moment, because the Megumi he knows would never expose himself in such a blatant and lewd way. But here he is, hoping that the sight of his cunt, wet and ready, rouses the alpha to come over and fill him up.
After thoroughly covering his fingers in wet juices, he dips one inside. It slides easily and Megumi presses it as far as he can before hooking it deep inside. The pressure against his sweet spot is barely there but it’s still pleasurable and he lets out a content sigh. He slowly slides the tip of his finger against the sensitive spot, but the sensation fails to sate the hunger within him.
He pulls the finger out and now dips two of them inside after making sure they are both coated in his slick. Two fingers stretch him more now and he purrs in pleasure. Megumi rotates them, brushes against the tight hot walls, fights against the tight stretch as he tries to scissor his fingers. Isn’t it so good inside him, why won’t the alpha do it for him? The omega inside of him is whining and begging. Megumi’s eyes flatter open and shoot to Sukuna immediately. He begs with his face, mouth hanging open and covered in spit, his chest heaving with arousal and the pleasure rubbed into his sweet spot. Almost involuntarily Megumi spreads his legs open even further, as his breathing turns into shy mewls. He curls his fingers deeper inside, massaging his wet walls as well as the position allows, and his sanity is only hanging on the string of hope that soon alpha will be buried inside him.
Sukuna is sitting there and looking at him like he has already folded Megumi in half in his head. His eyes are glued to the fingers buried hilt deep in his cunt, twitching in a steady rhythm as he is chasing his pleasure. Sukuna’s fangs are digging into his bottom lip and there’s a hand on his cock, not moving, just holding it tightly as if he is asking it to wait just a little longer, give the omega another minute to breathe before Sukuna ruins him completely.
Megumi doesn’t miss the growl that the alpha lets out when he covers his ring finger with his juices and carefully eases it inside next to the other ones. The stretch is harder this time and he tries to relax his muscles, sink deeper into the warm duvet. It’s been a while since he’s had something inside his pussy, usually resorting to outside stimulation when it’s just him, but the overwhelming arousal Sukuna’s put him in is enough motivation.
His fingers twist as he fights against the resistance of his tight entrance that is burning with a slight itch. He rubs his walls, hoping that the pleasure will help them relax, but the itch is still there.
“Oh, come on,” Megumi mumbles under his breath, annoyed at his stubborn muscles. He is tired of waiting, his fingers are not nearly as long as Sukuna’s dick and reaching down is tiring. Has he not done what the alpha asked him to? Why won’t Sukuna help him?
As if sensing how close to snapping Megumi is, Sukuna rises from his place and as soon as Megumi feels the hot press of his palms against his thighs he sighs in relief.
“Let me take it from here, angel.”
And Megumi lets him. He removes his hand, closes his eyes and sinks deeper into the warm bed that filled with their aroused scents feels almost like a welcoming nest. Distantly he hears the sound of a bottle of lube popping open and soon there’s a press of cool wet fingers against his cunt. As Sukuna’s left hand finds purchase on Megumi’s pelvis, the right is sliding up and down between his folds. Sukuna’s thumb circles his clit, but it’s not nearly enough to sate the hunger inside Megumi, and he tells Sukuna as much with a needy whine and restless fidgeting of his hips.
Thankfully Sukuna doesn’t make him wait any longer. He slides two fingers inside his cunt and they are hot and firm and wider than Megumi’s. Pleasure shoots through his veins and he shudders.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he whispers, and Sukuna indulges him even further, pressing his fingers impossibly deeper, rubbing against his sweet spot. “Ah, fuck, here, ye-”
“That’s what I love to hear, sweetheart,” Sukuna doesn’t let him finish as he pulls out. His insides are clenching on nothing, begging for the stretch and pressure to come back, but Sukuna speaks before Megumi can whine again. “I’m going to put three in now, you ready?”
Megumi’s more than ready. He nods desperately, and as three long wet fingers spread his entrance out, he clasps Sukuna’s other palm that holds him down by the pelvis. The stretch of the fingers inside him is everything he has ever wanted and before Sukuna can even bottom out, Megumi bucks his hips forward, meets him halfway. That’s it.
“Fuck, are you so desperate to have me inside you?” Sukuna teases, but Megumi is too blissed out to argue or be embarrassed about his deranged behavior. He hums in agreement. Sukuna is not one to talk, with his dick, hard and heavy, pressing against his thigh.
Sukuna begins to move, rocking his hand back and forth, the tips of his fingers never ceasing to press against his sweet spot. The alpha uses his thumb to rub against his clit, too, and Megumi feels warm all over.
Megumi’s lower stomach is being filled with liquid metal again, and with every hard curl of the fingers deep inside of him, desperate mewls are dragged out of his throat. Sukuna rubs hard and then suddenly changes the rhythm, thrusting the three fingers impossibly far into Megumi’s cunt. He is tossing and turning, his face pressed into the blanket and toes curled up from how much he’s feeling, and damn, he wants to kiss and suck Sukuna’s skillful fingers once they are done to thank them for the pleasure they are giving.
“Hey, baby, can I get another orgasm out of you?” Sukuna leans closer, whispers against his chest, the pressure on his clit and on the inside of his cunt building up to impossible levels. It is too much and too soon, he knows he won’t be able to cum like this, and right now he doesn’t want to waste time on it anyway. All he wants is Sukuna’s long cock buried deep in him.
“No, please, Ryo-Ryomen-san… Just want you inside... now…” his words are mushed up, tongue heavy in his throat, lost in the pleasure of Sukuna’s expert touch. And as he looks up at the alpha he sees the exact moment the last straw breaks.
Notes:
so what do ya think? have i got you all hot and bothered? i hope so! please let me know what you liked below) i really enjoyed writing this chapter. it's quite nice and playful) and i enjoyed writing sukuna who is such a tease lmao. (btw the scene with sukuna making megumi finger himself was inspired by JuniperCelestial's fic "Tear me to pieces". It's really fucking good, you should read it!
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sneak peak from it belowAnd under this intense and prying gaze Megumi frees one of his legs from the alpha’s grasp and slides it up. He drags his foot slowly against the firm muscles of his abs, following the lines of the tattoos. He has been fascinated by the idea of them ever since he saw them that one time at the beach. The memories have faded since then, and being able to finally see them again, even touch them, is dizzying to Megumi.
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“No, please, Ryo-Ryomen-san… Just want you inside... now…” his words are mushed up, tongue heavy in his throat, lost in the pleasure of Sukuna’s expert touch. And as he looks up at the alpha he sees the exact moment the last straw breaks.
Sukuna growls, and everything happens so fast Megumi is not registering when the fingers slip out of his cunt. A moment later Sukuna’s dick is invading him and Megumi is not fighting back the moans.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it,” his teeth are chattaring as he feels Sukuna pressing deeper inside of him with every thrust. One time after another he pushes against the walls a little deeper, pressing a little closer to Megumi until Sukuna’s hips are flushed against his ass.
Megumi doesn’t understand why being stuffed full feels so good. It’s like he is finally complete, like he was made to hold Sukuna inside him, hug him with his walls. He finds it hard to comprehend what it is that is going on inside of him, but it is so hot and intense and there are pangs of electric pleasure shooting through his stomach when Sukuna touches something deep in him.
“Is that what you wanted?” Sukuna’s voice rouses his attention and Megumi opens his eyes groggily. The alpha is looking at him from above. He’s standing on the floor, holding Megumi by his thighs and his chest is heaving with laboured breaths.
Sukuna is waiting for his answer, not moving much, just swaying back and forth in a gentle rhythm of the calm sea on an early morning. And it gives Megumi time to adjust, relax his stubborn muscles and just feel every inch inside of him through. He is grateful that Sukuna is giving him this moment to prepare himself.
“Yeah,” Megumi mumbles. “I like. Having you inside me,” his voice is dreamy as his attention is slipping away with gentle rolls of Sukuna’s hips. He doesn’t pull out much, nudging something so deep inside of him Megumi doesn’t think it’s ever been touched before by anyone or anything. “That’s so nice…”
Megumi is already swimming in the sea of their shared aroused pheromones and he thought he was getting used to them. But his candid confessions must be doing something to Sukuna, because suddenly Megumi is getting drunk on the scent that is so full of adoration and affection he purrs deep from the center of his core.
Sukuna’s eyes are drilling him, running up and down his naked frame, and there’s something about his touch on Megumi’s thighs that speaks louder than voice. Something tender and delicate, fingers running circles on his skin. And Megumi is basking in this attention. Even if he’s not sure it is deserved or if it will last - it’s too good to not indulge in.
Sukuna’s dick is nestled inside of him, and Megumi holds it gently. It’s not so intense, just warm comfort and bizarre familiarity of the sensation. And Megumi fills his heart swell with affection. They meet eyes and he feels so goddamn happy and warm, adored for every sentimeter of his skin. It almost brings tears to his eyes, but he just gives Sukuna a slight smile.
God, does he want to fall even deeper and drag Sukuna down with him.
Under the intense and prying gaze of the alpha Megumi frees one of his legs from his grasp and slides it up. He drags his foot slowly against the firm muscles of his abs, following the lines of the tattoos. He has been fascinated by the idea of them ever since he saw them that one time at the beach. The memories have faded since then, and being able to finally see them again, even touch them, is dizzying to Megumi.
He rubs his foot gently across the lines on the abs before moving it further up to the alpha’s chest that houses the more prominent lines. They are sharp but elegant, looking organic on his strong chest, but most of all Megumi adores how his slender legs look propped on Sukuna, running parallel to the dark tattoos. He feels amazing. Something about this image fills Megumi with an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction that he wants to chase.
He continues to stroke the alpha’s chest with the pad of his foot, kneading his skin, learning how it feels under his touch. He is so concentrated on the feeling of Sukuna’s muscles under him, he only throws a quick glance at Sukuna’s face. His eyes are closed and he seems to be enjoying Megumi’s careful and slow ministrations. He is still not moving, just letting Megumi’s cunt hold him warm and tender, too focused on the way Megumi teases him.
Megumi can’t believe that he has such an effect on the alpha. Sukuna seems concentrated fully on his careful touch, his breath hitches when Mehumi slides his foot against the column of his neck and the exposed scent gland. And this small inhale, the shudder that runs over Sukuna’s flesh - it makes Megumi want to jump at Sukuna and ride him until the alpha is delirious with pleasure.
He wants to tease Sukuna more, but the alpha strives to take the upper hand again. He runs his fingers up Megumi’s thigh and calf, his feather-light touch leaving Megumi frozen like a deer in the headlights. He watches intently as Sukuna’s hand caresses his skin before it circles his thin ankle. And he can’t tear his eyes away when Sukuna lowers his head and places an excruciatingly slow kiss onto his ankle bone. He pecks the bridge of his foot, rubs his fingers tenderly over the joins and the bones and the small dip on the side of the ankle. Megumi is breathless as Sukuna kisses his body like an irreplaceable treasure and he still finds it hard to believe that someone is willing to hold him like this.
“So gorgeous and you don’t even know it,” the alpha mumbles, and Megumi doesn’t know if the phrase is meant for his ears or Sukuna is just voicing his thoughts. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me all these years. This scent, this body…” the alpha places another kiss on his protruding bone. “I want to do so many things to you…”
“Then do,” Megumi replies. He doesn’t know where this courage and confidence come from, but he slides his leg out of Sukuna’s grasp only to hook it around the alpha’s back and push him closer. Dig the heel of his foot into the firm muscles, tug the man to him until his cock bottoms out and Megumi lets out a content sigh. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Sukuna doesn't wait for Megumi to give him another signal. He digs his fingers into Megumi’s waist and finally begins to move for real. He pulls out almost completely before pushing to the hilt again, dragging a long moan out of Megumi. It feels like with every move Sukuna is caressing each sensitive spot that exists within him, and Megumi is in complete bliss.
The alpha is not moving too fast, instead he goes steady, thrusting as deep as physically possible, and the sensations make Megumi groan in pleasure. It’s like every thing Sukuna does is perfect, like Sukuna knows the exact way to make him burn from inside.
“Fuck, that feel so good, so deep- uuuugh, Ryo-Ryomen-san…” he moans as Sukuna grabs him by the waist harder and pulls his body towards himself, punching a cry out of Megumi. His toes curl and he frees his other leg to also wrap it around Sukuna’s middle, lock him buried deep in his cunt.
“Don’t you think that we are past the point - mhm - where formalities are necessary,” Sukuna says, his nails leaving burning hot traces on Megumi’s waist as he rolls his hips. “Me-gu-mi.”
Satisfaction fills his chest when he hears his name being pronounced with such lust and desire seeping through every syllable. He smiles at Sukuna and rests his hands on Sukuna’s, lets his fingers caress the white tight knuckles of palms that are squeezing his waist. He looks at the alpha and involuntarily a wide smile tugs on his lips.
“Hah, that’s fai- ah, ah, fuck ,” he catches his breath, recovering from a particularly delicious thrust. Sukuna flashes him his fangs again, and Megumi is thinking that he’d really love his thighs decorated by deep bite marks. “Doesn’t really make sense to use honorifics for a man who just had his face in between your legs. Sukuna.”
He likes how the name tastes on his tongue. There’s something demonic about it. Or maybe it’s just Sukuna’s crazy smile.
“Don’t be so quick to judge, baby. I wouldn’t mind you being respectful in bed. How about calling me “sir” or “master”? “Alpha” maybe?” The alpha tries to add weight to his point by changing the angle at which he keeps abusing Megumi’s cunt and drags the head of his cock against his sweet spot. Megumi can’t help a choked-out moan that escapes his throat, but he is quick to regain his composure. He doesn’t want to give Sukuna’s smug ass the satisfaction of seeing him delirious and begging for his cock just yet. He’s not going down without a fight.
“You will have to deserve it first.”
He suddenly feels the need to take control again, have Sukuna melt under his touch, breathe heavily and lose himself like he did when Megumi attacked him by the door. And so he props himself up on his elbows. Sukuna looks at him a bit startled, stills his grinding movements, and then Megumi strains the muscles in his thighs and abs to lift himself off the bed and get a hold of Sukuna’s neck. It takes just a moment for him to change the position and in a way it’s too fast. He’s suddenly pressed chest to chest against Sukuna, hanging on him like a monkey, all his limbs are wrapped around the alpha’s body, and Megumi is suddenly painfully aware of how firm his muscles are. He wants to sink his teeth into Sukuna’s shoulder just to feel how strong it is.
They are so close in this position, their bodies touching everywhere, and it finally sates the hunger in Megumi for Sukuna’s skin on his. He finally feels close enough to the alpha, complete as the omega inside him demands, with their torsos pressed together. There’s soft skin and solid muscles everywhere and he purrs in Sukuna’s embrace.
But not to be distracted from his mission. Megumi settles comfortably in the alpha’s arms, readjusts his limbs and glances down at Sukuna’s face. He seems to have been surprised by Megumi’s unprompted change of position and is spacing out, faint blush on his cheeks and the colour looks nice next to the disheveled pink hair. His mouth is open and Megumi can see the heavy air that comes out with every laboured breath. He feels powerful, looking at this man below him, so obviously overtaken by lust that he just takes whatever Megumi gives him.
Megumi is getting addicted to that look on his face way too quickly for his own good, but it’s too late to stop now when the train has already gained momentum. And all he wants is to just see more of that face, hear more of those delicious noises, feel Sukuna shudder under his touch.
So he leans down and bites Sukuna’s lower lip at the same time as his hips begin rocking up and down on Sukuna’s dick still buried deep inside of him. Sukuna’s palms are spread across his asscheeks, but he isn’t really helping, merely keeping Megumi steady. It’s just Megumi arching his back forward and backwards as he is moving himself while being propelled in the air.
He claws at Sukuna’s neck and back, holds himself close and and steady as he rides on his dick. It’s quite hard to move like this, but he loves the impact and the sounds of the skin slapping every time their thighs meet. But most of all he loves Sukuna’s reactions. He is groaning and growling every time Megumi bottoms out and he presses his hands so hard into Megumi’s he won’t be surprised if he wakes up to bruises tomorrow.
This position doesn’t even feel this good for him. The angle is not the best and he has to place a lot of focus on keeping himself in the air while also fucking down on Sukuna’s cock. But it is worth it. Because feeling Sukuna barely hold himself together in the clasp of Megumi’s cunt and his legs wrapped around the alpha’s waist - that fulfils him in a way that he finds hard to comprehend (it means I the author do not know how to describe it lol) . But it is insanely good.
It’s hard to kiss with how much Megumi is moving, but Sukuna doesn’t seem to be discouraged. He licks at Megumi’s mouth messily, getting his chin and cheeks wet and biting his lips. And overtaken by his enthusiasm Megumi plays along, slides his tongue against Sukuna’s, sucks and bites it. Their teeth are sometimes bumping against each other, but they barely pay it any mind. And it’s so dirty and vulgar, he thinks, but there’s something terribly satisfying, even primal, about letting passion and desire overtake him. And when Sukuna’s tongue snakes into his mouth, Megumi finds it hard to breathe, just whining into the touch. They keep swallowing each other’s desperate groans and Megumi feels dizzy.
The sounds that Sukuna makes are delicious but even more Megumi wants to see his face. So he readjusts his arms in a way that lets him stay still and look down on the alpha.
And Sukuna is a mess. His face is wet all over. There’s drool glistening on Sukuna’s lips and chin, which is expected seeing how much they tried to gobble each other up, but the sight is still exhilarating. Beads of sweat are visible on Sukuna’s forehead and running down his temples. His hair is damp and sticking to the skin in different directions, and without thinking Megumi frees one of his hands to swipe it to the side, have a better look on Sukuna’s eyes. He doesn’t expect a reaction, he does it almost mechanically, so when Sukuna closes his eyes and leans into the touch, Megumi gasps. Sukuna looks so soft as he nestles his cheek in the curve of Megumi’s palm, that something melts in Megumi’s heart. His mouth spreads in a stupidly wide smile as he looks down at Sukuna who is all but purring. Megumi scratches the nape of the alpha’s head before diving down to press a kiss on his forehead.
“You like that?” he murmurs in Sukuna’s ear, and only gets a pleased hum in response. “What a good alpha.”
Seeing, hearing, sensing Sukuna’s delight - all of it fills Megumi’s chest with fuzzy warmth and he can’t help the smile on his face as he lazily rolls his hips and kisses on Sukuna’s neck. His muscles are getting tired from holding his whole weight in the air and fucking himself on Sukuna’s cock, his arms are slipping and he is finding it hard to hold purchase, but he still goes on. He wants more of that warm content, wants to please Sukuna and hear his groans.
Still the alpha seems to sense Megumi’s muscles give in and he takes a couple steps to the side before placing Megumi on something cool (it takes him a few moments to understand that it’s a wooden table. A sign of relief leaves his lips as Megumi can finally unclunch the tired muscles, stretch his arms and place them down behind him. He looks up at Sukuna whose cock has not left the inside of Megumi for God knows how long already. He is breathing heavily, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes, like it takes all the concentration in the world not to cum inside right at that moment.
The fucked expression on Sukuna’s face makes him feel proud and he smiles again, widely, showing his teeth. He doesn’t really smile like this for anyone, if he thinks about it, but everything feels right at this moment. The room is filled with aroused pheromones, he feels incredibly full with a cock buried inside him, and Sukuna won’t stop holding him like a piece of art to treasure. Maybe he is just overwhelmed with serotonin, but for now he just basks in the happiness.
“You look incredibly proud of yourself,” Sukuna finally says, his fingers stroking circles on the skin of his thighs, between which he has found home already. “Megumi,” he adds just to savour the name.
Megumi chuckles, feels through the sensation of Sukuna’s hands on his thighs. “I think I have the right to,” he purrs and throws the alpha another lazy smile.
“Sure you do, angel,” his hands ride further up, settle on his waist. “So what do you want to do next?”
Notes:
guys, i have to warn you that the next chapter will probably be in at least 3 weeks. i got distracted with my itakugi fic (i will post it next week) and i couldn't work on this one. i'm definitely not abandoning it, just need a bit more time)
in the meantime, you can leave smth sweet in the comments (or maybe slander me for that feet fetish ahahah)
Chapter 6
Notes:
Welp, I'm back earlier than expected! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I gave it my all!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Megumi looks up at the man and he just wants to dissipate under his lustful but tender gaze. He has seen Sukuna overwhelmed by pleasure Megumi gave him, and he has seen Sukuna slow and deliberate as he savoured Megumi’s body. And now all that he wants is to see Sukuna hungry and rapid, control slipping through his fingers, as he takes Megumi apart.
He has had enough of the teasing and playing, of dragging their pleasure out, not letting it reach the peak. Megumi wants to have it all, feel it to the fullest limits.
“Wreck me,” he meets eyes with the alpha, and when the curt short phrase flies over his lips, he can see it all. The light twitch of the brow, the irises expanding, the deep inhale. And then a feral smile that is so intense it borders on violent.
Sukuna’s fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, he can feel the sharp nails press impossibly deep into him, the skin almost breaking. But Megumi doesn’t have a lot of time or focus to spare on this sensation. Air is punched out of his lungs, accompanied by a high-pitched moan, Sukuna thrusting inside of him without a care left.
And then he goes on, and on, and on. He thrusts in like he wants to bash a hole inside of Megumi, and he’s afraid he might just let him. It’s so fucking deep , Megumi can barely catch a breath because every second he is impaled and it feels like he can do nothing but take it, all the focus of his brain centered on the ecstasy of the sensations inside him. His mouth is hanging open, eyes hooded, and it’s all so much, moans raining uncontrollably out of his mouth.
It’s so intense, and it doesn’t stop. Sukuna thrusts into him impossibly deep and Megumi thinks he might just see God if this continues. His muscles turn to mush and he can barely hold himself on his elbows as Sukuna drives into him mercilessly. It’s nothing like the sensations from before, and Megumi is honestly surprised that his body has the capacity to feel something so strong, give him such intense pleasure he cannot stop wailing.
Megumi keeps slipping further onto the table despite his best efforts to stay stable against Sukuna’s brutal thrusts. And as he slips another inch, the alpha towering above him growls and strong hands grip his waist and tug him back until he’s sitting on the very last inch of the table. Almost on instinct Megumi lifts his hand and clasps it at Sukuna’s neck while he leaves the other one down, his fingers digging into the wooden edge.
And not for a second does Sukuna stop his movements. He pushes inside Megumi and the new angle is so acute that as he tries to moan, not a sound comes out. He’s just stuck, mouth hanging open, nails digging desperately into the flesh of Sukuna’s neck and he’s forgetting how to breathe.
His head rolls back and Megumi just… lets go. Not physically, he’s still holding on to Sukuna’s neck and the table, the muscles stubbornly stuck so firmly he wonders if he will have trouble freeing himself later. But mentally, Megumi is not there. His mind is nowhere to be found, and all that Megumi constitutes is that burning hot sensation in his very core. In that moment he’s nothing but a hole, the nerve endings that cover his walls ringing with electric pleasure that is so extreme that he wants it printed on the back of his mind forever.
Megumi’s vision is blurry and he can barely focus on anything, the chandelier on the ceiling reeling in front of his eyes as merely a bright white spot.
Absent-mindedly he hears a deep low growl, and the rapid thrusts become so strong that they are bordering on painful. Megumi whines, scratches Sukuna’s neck. He wants to ask him to slow down a bit, but he cannot fit a word between his moans. Megumi is left just taking whatever the alpha is giving him.
“Come fucking here,” Sukuna suddenly interrupts his thrusts, and a moment later Megumi is lifted into the air. He gasps as the dick inside of him shifts to the side, Megumi claws at Sukuna’s neck, trying to not fall, but the position doesn't last for long. He is promptly thrown on the bed, and Sukuna is manhandling like he is nothing but a ragdoll, limbs too tired and strained to move around.
It’s confusing, Megumi doesn’t really understand where and how Sukuna wants him to be, but he won’t question a frenzied determined alpha. Instead he lets Sukuna shift his legs and arms, until he is lying half on his chest, half on his side, waist twisted, and Sukuna is sitting on one of his thighs while his other leg is left hanging outside, thigh pressed against his abs. Megumi hasn’t tried such a position before, so he is left a bit confused, but the alpha looks like he knows what he’s doing, so he does not argue. (author’s note: look, i desperately tried to describe my favourite sex position but i think this description sucks, so bare with me, i tried. if you didn’t understand this, i’m sorry)
“Going to drive so fucking deep into you, you won’t be able to get off this bed,” Sukuna snarls, and Megumi is not given the time to respond, as he is impaled once again.
And Sukuna hasn’t lied. There’s something about the angle or the way their legs are intertwined, but Sukuna’s cock is filling him completely. It’s so fucking perfect, it’s like his hole was made just for Sukuna to fill. Or maybe it was Sukuna whose shape was molded purely to give Megumi ecstasy, he doesn’t know. But it’s like he is stretched to the very brim, filled impossibly, caressed in his deepest corners.
He gasps into the blanket that he’s plastered on, the intense pleasure leaving him breathless. It’s all so much, the warmth coursing through his veins. It feels impossible, how Sukuna takes him higher and higher the longer they are together, every action the alpha takes is showing him something new about his body. He doesn’t understand how it can keep feeling better every next moment, but it does, and Megumi doesn’t know how he will live without those sensations now.
Megumi looks up slowly, the delicious thrusts make him want to just squeeze his eyes and bask in the feeling, but the groans from above are too enticing - he wants to see Sukuna as much as he feels him. He has to turn his head to the side as far as the position allows in order to appraise the alpha’s look, but he manages to turn far enough, even if his muscles are strained.
Sukuna’s palms are digging into his thigh as he holds Megumi in place, thrusts not so rough as before, but incredibly precise. His skin is glistening with sweat and everything about the image of the muscles rolling under his skin is flawless. Megumi wants to eat this man whole.
As his eyes follow up he realises that Sukuna is watching him too, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire. His brows are furrowed, mouth slightly open, and he can see how heavily the alpha is breathing with every thrust. Sukuna is a sight to see and for a moment Megumi forgets of all the sensations he was overwhelmed with before, too astonished by the picture of an alpha in front of him.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn hot.” His words come out slightly mushed up, and he can’t recognise the sound of his voice.
Sukuna looks at him, like he’s ready to laugh, a stupid grin on your face.
“Are you serious?”
“What?” Megumi mumbles, not understanding what’s so funny about his words. Sukuna is the hottest alpha he’s ever laid eyes on, it shouldn’t be so strange.
“You wouldn’t call me hot if you saw yourself right now, you sweet perfect omega…” he purrs the last words, and Megumi shamelessly preens at the sound of his voice, not giving much thought to the quick ‘i wish he called me his omega though’ . “You can’t even begin to imagine how impeccable every inch of your skin is. How you moan and blush and coil under my touch. I couldn’t look away if I tried.”
And the gaze that Sukuna gives him is all the proof that Megumi needs to know that the alpha is not exaggerating. He is burning with passion and Megumi doesn’t know how he will ever be able to lie with someone else and be satisfied when he knows that someone can desire him to this extent. That someone can hold him with such burning need and watch his every move, satisfied just because they have him.
He likes Sukuna’s words and his gaze, it makes him deeply happy and satisfied - to be valued like this. But he needs Sukuna to know that this feeling is nothing but mutual.
Megumi holds out his hand and rests it atop Sukuna’s palm that is gripping his thigh tightly.
“Stupid alpha you are.” Sukuna has slowed his movements a bit, letting Megumi speak clearly without getting choked out by moans every second, but still his every word comes with a gasp or a whine. He knows what he’s about to say is so ridiculously obscene, and embarrassing, but he wrestles against these feelings of fear, too set on the desire to let Sukuna know his thoughts as well. “You look so fucking good like this. You were made to stay there, between my legs.”
Megumi flushes, but resists the urge to look away, watching Sukuna bite his lip and exhale loudly. Megumi thought that his words sounded stupid, but Sukuna must see it in a different way, clearly affected by the dirty words.
“Keep talking,” he mouths and thrusts with renewed vigour, burning red eyes never leaving Megumi’s body twisted in pleasure. He fists the blanket in his palms, the temptation to just lie limp and take it all is strong, but he wants to give the alpha what he is asking for. So he lets vulgarities rain out of his mouth.
“I want you to fucking destroy me.”
“Use me for your pleasure.”
“You feel so fucking good inside of me. I can’t even begin to describe how good you feel. Just fucking stay there forever.”
He spurts whatever comes to his mind, all the filter abandoned, his mind overwhelmed by the desire to rile Sukuna up even more, have him lost in the pleasure and passion. And it works all too easy. Sukuna moans with every phrase, unable to form a coherent answer as he lets his body take control over his mind. Sukuna’s arms roam over Megumi’s body - squeeze and press and tug, fulfilling Megumi’s wish to be used like a toy.
“‘Kuna, ‘s so good,” he mumbles, getting lost in the feeling, his whole lower body on fire, his clit burning, aching for release. But he senses that the alpha is close and all he wants is to feel Sukuna’s muscles shudder, hear his moans of pleasure, drown in his scent - and he wants to remember this moment.
Megumi turns his head again and this time Sukuna is not looking at him. His eyes are shut tight, his mind elsewhere as he thrusts fiercely, chasing his own pleasure.
“Come closer, ‘Kuna… Want your skin on me…”
The next moment the alpha’s eyes are open and burning with a crazy glint, like he is not fully there. Without a word he maneuvers Megumi’s limbs until he is straddling Megumi’s tightly closed legs. The new position makes Megumi clutch even tighter around the cock nestled inside of him, and Sukuna growls as he pounds inside Megumi like there is no tomorrow. The slap of their skin is obscenely loud, but it is music to his ears. He feels how hard Sukuna’s balls smack against his clit with every move, and it’s driving him crazy.
Sukuna is lowering himself, caging Megumi between his arms, his chest flushed against Megumi’s back as he fulfils his wish. They are touching all around with Sukuna’s legs spread around Megumi’s, the whole of Sukuna’s scorching hot weight pressing him down. And it’s fucking delicious, the impact of every movement all the more powerful because Megumi feels it in his every cell.
Sukuna is panting right into his ear, his pleasure obvious in every breath.
“Fuck, Gumi, please… lift your ass a little bit…” he complies instantly, arching his back like a cat. Sukuna’s cock is grinding perfectly against the front wall of his pussy and it’s making him mewl, tears forming in his eyes. “Yes, baby, that’s it.”
The grunts are getting lower, thrusts erratic. Sukuna is breathing desperately into the crook of his neck and they are so close, like they are one being. The air that Megumi is sucking in seems to be full of nothing but Sukuna’s inflamed pheromones and they are clouding Megumi’s senses. Something primitive and instinctive takes hold of Megumi as he gets drunk on the alpha’s scent. He wants to be begging for Sukuna’s release, his mind deadly set on the desire to tip his alpha over the edge. The omega inside of him wants nothing but feel the alpha that has pressed him down to climax inside of him.
He doesn’t realise that the pleas are not just in his head, but are falling out of his lips in a blubbering mess. It’s a jumble of ‘please”, “want you” and “alpha”, the words he can’t control as he claws at the bed, tilts his ass up for Sukuna to use.
And his pleas seem to do the trick. The pitch of Sukuna’s voice changes, unrestrained moans leave his mouth and get lost in the crook of Megumi’s neck. He can feel Sukuna twitch all around him, his muscles are shaking like he’s freezing cold, while their bodies are a tangled burning hot mess. There is a slight change in his scent, and at this moment Megumi knows that he can die happy, because he now knows what it is like - giving so much pleasure to someone, to Sukuna.
The alpha slowly eases himself out of his cunt, and immediately Megumi feels his muscles relax. His clit is still throbbing with need, but he is exhausted and honestly the sex has been mind-blowing already, he can barely move.
Sukuna collapses by his side and when Megumi hurries to return the sweet skin contact, nuzzle into his side, the alpha’s arm circles around his shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world. At the back of his mind he registers the sound of the condom being taken off and then Sukuna mumbles something like “Give me a second to catch a breath” that he doesn’t pay much mind to, too exhausted from the intensity from their intercourse.
Megumi still has his head in the clouds, his heart pumping rapidly, cooling down gradually, when he hears Sukuna’s voice again.
“We are not done yet. Come up here.”
He looks at the alpha in confusion, their faces so close their noses are nearly touching. And there is a burning intensity in his eyes that Megumi doesn’t have the heart to question one bit.
“Sit on my face, now. Before you cool down.”
Megumi struggles to lift his body up, his legs surprise him with how unsteady they are, but he shuts the thoughts and sensations off and just straddles the alpha’s face. He is hovering above his mouth unsure, but Sukuna doesn’t leave him room for hesitation as his arms circle around Megumi’s thighs and drag him down.
The fire that was burning in his cunt full of need, little sparks of electricity buzzing in his clit - they do not take long to return under the touch of Sukuna’s tongue. Megumi is a whining panting mess in a moment, and he has to lean onto the head of the bed just so that he doesn’t fall, his legs even more shaky and unsteady than before.
Sukuna laps at his clit with vigour, helping himself with his hands as he rubs the whole of Megumi’s tired body against his face. He focuses all of his attention on the small bundle of nerves, taking Megumi a little bit higher with each insistent lick. And soon he is rutting onto Sukuna’s mouth without assistance, chasing the burst of pleasure that must be just around the corner. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight. He wants to shut off all of his senses, all the extra noise, to focus on nothing but this approaching sensation. Everything is dark, nothing exists but the insistent heat between his legs, Sukuna’s hot tongue as he latches on his clit, sucks and rubs it, like his life depends on it.
Just a little bit more, just a bit.
He grinds harder into Sukuna’s face, squeezes his thighs around his head, and as he inhales desperately, searching for relief, he is once again overtaken by the pheromones of an alpha that burns for him, and that’s all it takes.
Megumi screams without a single care in the world as he tumbles over the edge. His muscles spasm desperately with burning need and he basks in the sensation, the heat of Sukuna’s tongue lapping at his release. He mewls quietly, eyes shut tight, as he lets the comfortable warmth of Sukuna’s mouth release the tension of his clamping muscles, the soreness that friction left at his entrance.
Slowly, his body cools down and Megumi eases himself off Sukuna’s face. He glances at the alpha, but looks away swiftly, too embarrassed at the sight. His eyes are hooded, his chin wet and glistening, and the way he licks his lips clean of Megumi’s slick is obscene.
Megumi crumbles on the bed face down, trying to hide his blush from Sukuna’s prying gaze. It’s weird, slowly getting back to his senses after experiencing something so extreme, profound even. The sweat on his skin is evaporating, leaving him chilly, and goosebumps run down his skin.
Without a word Sukuna drapes a blanket over him and then lies down by his side, an arm thrown protectively over Megumi’s middle. The feeling of warmth and comfort that it gives him, seeing that the alpha pays attention and takes care of him, should scare him, but he is too exhausted to question his overeager omega.
“Let’s rest for a bit and then take a bath, okay?” Sukuna murmurs into his neck and Megumi just nods. A bath sounds nice for sure.
And as he doses off for a minute, his palm pressed lightly over Sukuna’s on his belly, Megumi doesn’t think. He doesn’t know what this all means for him and Sukuna, how he’s going to look him in the eyes the next day, but it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is the comfortable mix of their satisfied scents in the air and the press of Sukuna’s chest against his back.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Twenty minutes later Sukuna gets up to go to the bathroom and turn on the water. Megumi follows him with his eyes. Sukuna is attractive from every side - there are more tattoos on his back and legs that Megumi hasn’t had the chance to see before properly and that constitute a beautiful harmonious design all together. He feels an urge to study those lines closer, trace them with his fingers. But Sukuna quickly disappears behind the corner before Megumi has a chance to see more.
There’s noise coming from the other side of the flat, the sound of the running water. Soon Sukuna comes back, and silently Megumi watches him walk around the room. He takes out a fresh towel from the closet for Megumi and then starts walking around the room, collecting the clothes they have discarded in haste. There’s something quietly satisfying about the gestures, the way Sukuna chooses in favour of taking care of Megumi’s things and his comfort and convenience instead of lazing around how Megumi is doing himself. No one asked the alpha to do it, but here he is, straightening out Megumi’s shirt and slacks, hanging them on the chair carefully to avoid further creases.
And his muscles (ass in particular) look incredibly hot as he bends down to pick up all the things they have dropped on the floor during their sporadic shifting around the room.
“There must be enough water now. Ready to get up, beautiful?”
Sukuna is standing by the bed with his arms extended in his direction, and Megumi honestly doesn’t feel particularly exhausted, but he might as well enjoy himself a bit more if there is an opportunity presented.
“I don’t want to walk, carry me,” Megumi rolls from under the blanket and looks up at Sukuna who is hovering over him with an amused grin.
“Poor baby, so fucked out that your legs can’t support you? Then I should take responsibility and help you up.”
Megumi scoffs at the smugness of the alpha, but nonetheless lets out a pleased murmur when Sukuna picks him up with ease. It’s so comfortable, being cradled in Sukuna’s arms, head pressed against his chest and listening to the quiet heartbeat. And the way the alpha carries him, attentive to not knock Megumi’s legs and head against the jambs, makes him nuzzle in Sukuna’s chest with a satisfied smile.
When they reach the bathroom, Sukuna doesn’t put him in the water immediately, setting him on the toilet seat instead. Megumi is confused for a second before he sees Sukuna lean down and put his hand in the water, checking the temperature and then adjusting the tap, letting more cold water flow down. The quiet consideration once again throbs in Megumi’s chest and he had to bite down on his lip to hide a stupid smile.
“Should be okay now,” Sukuna reaches out to Megumi and places him in the water. A satisfied sigh leaves his lips as he stretches out his legs submerging them under the water. Sukuna’s bath is bigger than what he is used to, and it houses him with ease. He throws Sukuna, who is still standing near the bath, a warm smile. A tilt of the head - a silent invitation to join him. The alpha just chuckles and slips into the bath behind Megumi. It’s a bit awkward, their bones pressing into muscles at all the wrong places, drawing winces and laughs from both, but soon they settle in, Sukuna’s legs spread wide around Megumi’s torso. The water level rides up slightly, surrounding Megumi’s body with even more warmth. The alpha’s body wrapped around him is a pleasant addition.
Megumi sinks back onto Sukuna’s chest, searching for a more comfortable position between his spread legs. Despite the well developed muscles, Sukuna’s chest feels soft now in the relaxed atmosphere of the bathroom filled by warm vapour. Everything feels so welcoming and relaxing, Megumi wants to melt.
“Is the water good?” The whisper against his ear makes goosebumps run up his arms and Megumi quickly submerges them in water to hide his reaction.
“Ah, yeah. It’s fine.”
Sukuna’s arms wrap against his chest and tug Megumi a little closer and higher. “Good.”
He doesn’t see the need to respond to this, the silence between them comfortable. Megumi feels the tension gradually leave his muscles, tired from a long work week and their rapid sex. Cradled in the warm embrace, Megumi can’t fight the smile that curls his lips as he remembers all the little moments that stood out to him before, the noises and faces that Sukuna made, the passion with which he looked at Megumi. It just makes him so happy.
Even now, Sukuna is indulging him with quiet affection. His hands roam Megumi’s body, running up and down the wet skin slowly, pressing gently into the tired flesh. Megumi is sighing softly at every light caress, pliant under Sukuna’s hungry hands.
His head falls back on Sukuna’s shoulder and the alpha sees it as an opening to attack Megumi’s throat with soft kisses. He teases the scent gland he can reach the most of all, dipping the tip of his tongue into the tiny cavity, circling and caressing it with such care that Megumi cannot stop moaning. Unconsciously Megumi tilts his head even more to the side, exposing himself.
Sukuna’s mouth is otherworldly, having so many tricks to make Megumi shudder under his touch. The nipping teeth, the licking and then sucking, spread out on the skin from his shoulder up to his ear. Sukuna licks him hungrily and then blows cold air onto the wet skin, making him tremble.
“Su- Sukuna, ah…”
Megumi can only whimper, too drained to do anything but obediently take whatever Sukuna is giving him. The alpha’s hands are not helping, stroking everything they can reach. His nipples prove to be an easy target.
When he feels the touch at the previously neglected sensitive spot, Megumi whines, his back arching, and he can practically feel Sukuna’s smile behind him.
“There, there, sweetheart, relax,” Sukuna’s voice is a low whisper in his ear, and it makes him shudder even more. “So responsive…”
The alpha’s fingers are running slow circles on his nipples, the touch feather light but God is he sensitive. His buds are brought to hardness immediately and every time the tips of Sukuna’s fingers run rings around the firm tips he has to let out a trembling exhale.
And then Sukuna squeezes and tugs on his nipples and Megumi moans out loud. That’s the friction he has desired so desperately and Sukuna is giving him everything he has craved.
So many sensations concentrated at such tight circles on skin, it’s driving him crazy.
Megumi’s skin runs hot and it’s all too much, the dizziness clouding his senses. He can not move a finger, head rolled back, whining pathetically as Sukuna ravages his neck and chest. His skin tingles, and belatedly Megumi realizes that white noise is floating in front of his eyes as he tries to open them.
“‘Kuna…” his mumbling is barely audible.
“Yes, angel?” Every word in Sukuna’s sultry voice is making him preen with happiness and appreciation.
“Dizzy…”
Megumi lifts himself off Sukuna’s chest, fingers digging into the edges of the bath, trying to ground himself. The image of the bathroom is swimming in front of his eyes and as he leans forward to turn off the still running water he manages to catch the switch on the third try only.
As Megumi washed his face, trying to get back to his senses, he hears a quiet “Sorry.” from behind.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Feeling better already. Just got my head spinning for a second.”
“Please rest now then. I won’t bother you.”
Megumi looks over his shoulder to reassure the alpha that he is not a bother, but by the relaxed pleased expression he judges that alpha knows it well enough.
When Megumi eases himself back on Sukuna’s chest, the alpha just leaves his palms resting on Megumi’s, not sliding against his skin in search of sensitive patches to ravage. They are staying quietly, not interrupted by the noise of the running water. Megumi doses off, but is soon woken up by a ticklish sensation on his neck.
“Sukuna, you promised.”
“I’m not touching.” Indeed he isn’t. “You just smell so good, especially when you are aroused. I can’t help but indulge into scenting you.”
“Ah.”
His face feels hot, but unfortunately he can’t blame it on the dizziness and the hot vapour now, his head and thoughts clear.
Sukuna is not touching his neck, but still Megumi feels the movement of the air against his scent gland, deep inhales and exhales accompanied by Sukuna’s pleased sighs.
Sukuna has done and said it already, earlier when they were stuck in the elevator, but he still can’t get used to his scent being considered something worthy of compliments. The attention to his scent and the appreciation given for it being something he can’t remember experiencing before that day.
The alpha nuzzles at his scent gland, and Megumi shivers.
“You are so sensitive here, it’s adorable.”
“Well, my scent glands are rarely exposed, so they can get a bit too sensitive, I guess.” Admitting it is a bit shameful, but the warm and quiet atmosphere makes him feel like he can open up like that. Maybe there’s the fault of the hormones still running through his blood too.
“All the more power to me to tease you then,” the alpha responds with a lighthearted joke. The touch of Sukuna’s voice against his neck makes Megumi sign again.
A few minutes pass with the alpha inhaling his scent as if he wants it to run in his blood, before Sukuna speaks again.
“Are you fine with me scenting you? Or do you want me to stop?”
The questions surprise him a little. Sukuna is a person who takes what he wants, rather than asking for it, and the consideration shown to his own feelings is not a treatment he expects from Sukuna. He could have just gone on scenting him as much as he wanted, it is obvious that he enjoys Megumi’s scent for some reason. But he still asked.
He is surprised to note how easy it is to accept this affection from Sukuna. He so often denied it to people without a second thought, but when Sukuna asked he just gave it to him, not a trace of the fear or shame he was so used to.
“It’s fine. Just unfamiliar. I don’t do it really.” Megumi confesses the truth of yet another façade of what’s wrong with him, hoping with all his heart that he will be met with understanding – not detachment.
“Unfamiliar? I understand that you don’t show your scent at work, but do you do it with your friends at least, or family? Friends scent each other.”
Megumi stiffens at the avalanche of questions, head put down in embarrassment. A sour note strikes through his scent and doesn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t hide from me. I’m not asking this to shame you, I’m just concerned a little. And I want to understand you better.”
He understands Sukuna’s concern. It’s common knowledge that scenting those close to you is important, especially for omegas whose hormones grow volatile and mental state unsteady if they don’t exchange scents with their partners or close ones. More than a few doctors have scolded Megumi for avoiding scenting, and he just told them all he was fine, he didn’t need it.
Logically Megumi understands that Sukuna is not going to bash him for his answer or take pity on him, but it’s still awkward to share such details. A part of him is aching to be vulnerable, though, emotions he bottles up and never lets out. What better time to expose them then with an alpha who holds him so tenderly?
“I don’t really do that thing, if I’m being honest. I like my friends’ scents, my sister’s too, so sometimes I scent them or take their things to my nest. But I don’t do the opposite, like, letting others scent me. My scent is quite jarring for people, I know most won’t enjoy it, so I just - don’t do it.” He grows silent trying to collect his thoughts. How much is he willing to expose? “I think the last time I did it was around a year ago? When my pet snake died, I was quite… upset. My friend came over to my place and I don’t wear patches at home. We ended up cuddling and it was actually very nice. Damn, it was so long since I did it, really…”
Sukuna listens to him attentively, the only motion there is, is the steady rise and fall of his chest that Megumi is pressed against. He seems to be thinking long, weighing down the options of what he can say to this, and Megumi appreciates the care and thought put into the words.
“If you enjoy it, then you should do it more often. And we both know that it’s good for your health.”
“Heard that many times already, hah,” he chuckles, memories of Nobara’s complaints coming back to mind. But he knows that self-deprecation is not a good look. “But maybe you are right, in a way. It feels good, when you are doing it now. Makes me feel all fuzzy.”
“That’s good to hear, because I’m not planning to stop any time soon, Megumi,” Sukuna surprises him by leaning further into his space and rubbing his face against the scent gland. “Our scents mixed are so beautiful, like they were meant to fit each other.”
Megumi chokes on air, the physical sensation overwhelming him, but not as much as the quiet happiness he gets from Sukuna’s words. No one ever said this to him, no one ever acted like his scent made them hungry for more. Sukuna telling him that he wants his scent on him is surreal, but the sensation of their necks rubbing against each other is so tangible.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, wanting to feel what Sukuna has described so beautifully. The mixture is perfect, he realizes. The deep richness of the alpha’s scent highlighted with the spicy undertones of Megumi’s create a blend so harmonious that Megumi can do nothing but purr. He tilts his head to the side, trying to inhale more and more, to ingrain the proof of how well they fit in his brain. There’s something weirdly delicious about Sukuna’s scent of smoked meat with a tint of his spicy ginger and chili powder.
His purring is continuous, no thoughts in his head but the warm content he gets from being so close to the alpha that their scents are inseparable. The omega in him is preening in happiness as he twists his head and buries his nose in Sukuna’s neck. It’s so perfect - sensing himself on Sukuna, knowing that he has left a trace, and that alpha loves it too.
“So good for me, angel, you are perfect,” Sukuna’s voice is so close, almost palpable, affection pooling in Megumi’s chest, and he curses the bath for not giving him space to hug Sukuna as tight as he wants right now. The tender words make him preen, and he nuzzles further into Sukuna’s neck with a satisfied sigh. “Is someone here big on compliments?”
“Uh-hum,” Megumi agrees quickly, the affection making him feel too good to deny himself the pleasure. “Tell me more.”
“You don’t even have to ask, ‘Gumi. ‘Gumi - I want to call you that, your name is so sweet.”
“I like how it sounds,” he chuckles.
“So precious.” Sukuna presses a kiss to his forehead. “And so tasty, too. I want to eat you.”
“Eat me? I’m not the one who smells like a whole meal.” He chuckles, Sukuna’s rich savoury scent becoming familiar, the longer they stay inseparable.
“Shush, baby. I’m doing the talking and you are listening, okay?”
Megumi is not one to readily accept commands from anyone, but this one feels playful, caring even, so instead of the usual annoyance he feels nothing but appreciation. He murmurs in agreement and relaxes in the welcoming embrace.
Sukuna stays silent for a couple moments, pondering over the words in his head, his hands running absent-minded circles on Megumi’s shoulders. He waits patiently.
“It pains me to hear you say such crude things about yourself, your scent. I want to strangle all the idiots that made you feel that you are anything but perfect, Megumi.” Sukuna raises his hand to turn Megumi’s face until they can look at each other. Megumi’s waiting hungrily for every next word, eyes glued to the alpha’s mouth. He feels so much that he might just burst every next second. “I’ve never before met an omega that smelled so good. You call your scent jarring, but to me it’s exciting. It’s like, calling for me to come closer, teasing with this promise of warmth. You smell like fire and strength. If these people couldn’t handle you, then it’s their loss. Because you are so unique and so beautiful. And when you are so close, it’s hard for me to understand if I want to devour you or be devoured by you.”
Megumi doesn’t know what to say to this, too startled by the confessions that feel both fake and real at the same time. Fake because his brain refuses to grasp that someone can really care for him so deeply. Real because he wouldn't be able to find a trace of a lie on Sukuna’s face if he tried.
But as startling as it is, these words are exactly when he hoped to hear. An affirmation that he doesn’t need to hide, that Sukuna wants and appreciates him for who he is. It’s not too personal or condescending. Sukuna doesn’t diminish his feelings but shows that he understands them. He senses the hunger Megumi has for praise and sates it.
As he is searching for words, what to say to this even, Sukuna leans in and steals his breath away with a kiss. It’s soft and warm and gentle. A promise of a welcoming embrace waiting for him uttered without words. Sukuna kneads his lips like he means it and at this moment Megumi knows that he wants to have this kiss when he wakes up and as he goes to bed every day.
When they separate, Sukuna still holds him close still, bare centimeters separating them. “I want to kiss your neck so much that you forget that you ever thought you needed to hide it, treasure.”
The way Sukuna says it makes Megumi believe that the alpha might actually make it come true.
Megumi can’t find words to give him, and Sukuna doesn’t ask for it. Instead, he returns his attention to Megumi’s body.
“I want to wash you now.”
Megumi blinks, surprised, the proposal not exactly something he expected at that moment, though in retrospect there’s nothing weird about the idea, with how they are both seated in the bathtub. He has never been washed by another person (well, since he was a little kid), but he imagines that it should be nice, even if not exactly effective with the way they are seated. So he nods.
Moreover, Megumi is grateful for the break and the opportunity to let the alpha’s words rest in his head before he can process them. For now, he wants to turn his brain off and let Sukuna’s large hands roam his skin as he slowly spreads the soap around. It feels much better than he expected, a sentiment he has already experienced today too many times to count.
Sukuna can’t reach far, with how he is pressed down by Megumi’s back, and he makes up for what he can’t access with attention he gives to Megumi’s chest and arms that are at his mercy. He rubs and strokes and caresses, every brush of his hands making Megumi whine a little. It’s surprising how strongly the sensations ring through his nerves, but the feeling is nothing if not pleasant. It’s both arousing and tender, making Megumi float again, his eyes closed, so that he can drink in and absorb the sensations of Sukuna’s hands gliding over his skin from every single cell he touches.
There’s thoughtfulness to every press of Sukuna’s hands to his skin. It’s like he savours the opportunity to learn Megumi’s body by heart, with how slowly he moves, not leaving a single spot untouched. Sukuna counts his every rib, follows the lines of strong muscles that stretch over his arms, then interlaces their fingers for a second, before repeating the moves backwards.
There’s not a lot of actual “washing” going on there, but Megumi doesn’t want him to stop one bit. The pleasure is so unique and intense, he basks in the attention. And even without seeing his face, Megumi knows that Sukuna enjoys it no less than him. His hands are somehow not less of an indicator than his pleased scent. The alpha stretches out the moments like he doesn’t want to stop, repeating every stroke countless times, learning what places make Megumi sigh with most pleasure and then teasing them relentlessly.
His neck and upper back prove to be an especially sensitive spot and Sukuna massages them with gentle press of his fingers. If there was any tension there before, it quickly dissipates and Megumi sighs contently, tilts his head down so that the alpha can give the spot more attention. Sukuna laughs slightly seeing how strong of an effect his hands have on Megumi, but gets to work dutifully. He only stops with his ministrations when Megumi looks back at him and kisses his cheek in a silent sign of appreciation.
As Sukuna finishes washing his skin and rinses it with warm soapy water, Megumi clumsily turns in the bath and faces the alpha. There’s quiet reverie in his gaze as they study each other fondly, the sight of the other’s naked body being something natural. There’s no burning arousal pushing them to sink into the heat of their passion, and instead they can look calmly, study every little detail. Megumi’s eyes run over the muscles and the black lines covered in droplets of water. Sukuna’s skin is flushed from the heat of the water – or something else – and the tint is a delicious sight. Megumi watches intently the bob of the throat as the alpha gulps down and he knows he also wants to run his hands over this body.
Megumi scoots closer, awkwardly straddling Sukuna’s lap who helps him up like it’s the most natural thing in the world, not a single question on his lips. They are close again, and Megumi is surprised with how much relief it brings him, to be nestled in these arms yet again. Like it’s where he was supposed to be all his life, and now that he has finally found his place, his body doesn’t wish to be anywhere else.
Sukuna’s eyes don’t leave him for a second, resting on his face, his chest, his hands. They flow slowly, following his movements as Megumi gathers up the shower gel in his hands and begins spreading it on Sukuna’s chest like the alpha has done for him previously. Megumi doesn’t let his eyes rise, scared of learning what the look of adoration on Sukuna’s face will do to his heart.
Instead, Megumi watches his fingers that spread on Sukuna’s body. With the help of the silky foam under his fingers, the glide is smooth and effortless. There’s not a lot of skin he can cover, with the water hiding most of their bodies, but he makes the best of what he has. Megumi starts with the chest, marveling at how his hands spread-out are not enough to cover all the surface of his pecks. He is firm, but somewhat… squishy? Megumi sinks his fingers deeper into the flesh and can’t fight back a childish chuckle when he senses the muscles give in under his touch, the flesh denting slightly under the press of his fingers. It’s so stupid, he knows, but his eyes squint under the pressure of a wide smile.
“Found something you like, honey?”
That’s a new one. It seems like Sukuna has an endless arsenal of pet names and every single one of them fills Megumi’s chest with a unique brand of happiness that only comes from being appreciated so gently.
He wonders if Sukuna would like it if he also gave the alpha a cute name, just for him. Something that will make the alpha preen as much as Megumi does every time Sukuna covers him in lovely praise. The thought rolls around in his head, as he searches for the right one.
He doesn’t come up with anything original.
“Yes, these are… impressive. I like them,” he pauses to shove away the embarrassment. “Baby...?”
“Is that a question?” Sukuna looks way too pleased with himself.
“You know what? Forget it.”
“Never. Going to be your baby from now on.”
Megumi scoffs but he knows his face is tinted pink, betraying his actual feelings. He doesn’t find it in himself to care to hide it.
After having his fill of Sukuna’s delicious pecks, his hands move to the side as he starts washing the arms. Sukuna lifts them off the edges of the bathtub without a question asked, and Megumi gets down to the task with vigour. He tries to copy Sukuna’s movements, sliding his hands up and down the firm muscles, alternating between driving in with pressure and just gliding over the slippery skin. Sukuna takes whatever he gives with silent appreciation, letting Megumi worship his body.
His muscles are not as defined as those of a gym rat, but Megumi can feel the strength hidden under a thin layer of fat, the strength that yanked him in the air around the room, and then caged him down as Sukuna pounded into him without abandon. Megumi sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites, trying to hold back the pleased smile. He doesn’t have to look at Sukuna’s face to know that the alpha has read his thoughts. That doesn’t upset him.
From the arms, Megumi’s palms rise to the thick neck. He teases the sensitive skin, the touch of his fingertips feather-light, and Sukuna visibly shudders. Megumi understands now why Sukuna felt so happy when he washed him, because servicing Sukuna does something to his heart that he can’t find a word to describe with.
Megumi stretches the moment out, waiting until he has to finally meet the alpha’s gaze. He wants to, desperately so, he just needs another breath to prepare his heart.
And when he looks up, Sukuna’s red eyes so fucking close, and he looks like there’s not a thought in his head apart for Megumi. He looks so deep, making Megumi feel somehow more naked than he was before, skin and muscles peeled off him. But this stare is not aggressive – it’s plain adoration.
Megumi’s heart makes a flip. He parts his lips, a quiet sense of shock crowding him. And he is struck like a lightening by the understanding that he can’t go back to living without this alpha looking at him like that. It has long stopped feeling like a regular hook-up, but it only comes down to Megumi’s head now. How much he doesn’t want it to end. How much he dreams of feeling this adoration again and again.
It’s scary, but the thoughts keep twirling around in his brain, coming back with vigour every second. And they are scary, but Megumi feels that he will bite his tongue to blood if he stays silent another second, doesn’t let those words out.
“Sukuna.”
“Yes, my treasure?” Sukuna takes his palm and brings it to his neck. He rubs the scent gland on his wrist against the one on his neck, covers himself in Megumi’s scent yet again, after Megumi has just washed it off. The tender gesture gives him all the reassurance he needs to finally take the leap of faith.
“I need to tell you this… Mhm… I hope this doesn't sound weird. But I just want to say that - I’ve had my share of partners, but never… anyone like you. A person who would look at me like you do is not something I thought I would ever have. I can’t make sense of my thoughts for now, it’s so unfamiliar really… But what I don’t have a doubt in is that – I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to get out of this bath and go home and pretend this never happened. I won’t be able to look at you tomorrow like you are no one to me. It’s not possible.”
It is so hard to keep looking Sukuna in the eyes as he says it, the fear and embarrassment licking at his throat, but he resists the urge to look away.
“Sukuna, I don’t know what you have in mind, but as for me… I’d love to get to know you better. I think that it could really work. Damn, it’s so embarrassing to say… But I’ve liked you for a long time, and I know that you probably only had a one-night stand in mind, but if you think that you would like me to stay with you, than…” he trails off, losing faith in his voice.
“I would wish for nothing more, Fushiguro Megumi.”
“You mean it? If you don’t want to, just turn me down now. I’d better be embarrassed than led on.”
The alpha’s hands are on his cheeks, shutting off Megumi’s rumbling.
“Please, could you just have a little more faith in yourself? Megumi, you are so goddamn amazing. It should be me begging you to stay here, not the other way round. You want it, I want it, please, just relax.”
Megumi’s eyes burn slightly, the emotions overwhelming him on edge between insanely happy and scared that it is all just a dream, a cruel joke - too good to be true.
Sukuna senses his state with ease, knows how much his heart longs for reassurance.
“I want you here today and tomorrow and next month and as long as you will have me. I want to learn your body and your mind. I want to take care of you and make you happy. And one day I want to make you my omega if you let me.”
Megumi’s face and chest burst in flames of heat at the last words. My omega, my omega, my omega. The name is throbbing in his head with burning desire, and Megumi doesn’t register being pulled down for a kiss before Sukuna is devouring him.
It’s slow and persistent and so much tongue, and without words Megumi knows what this kiss means. He smiles so wide into Sukuna’s mouth it hurts and blindly circles his arms around Sukuna’s neck. The alpha mirrors the movement, and Megumi thinks that they are kissing the way lovers kiss.
And the thought doesn’t scare him as much as it should. It doesn’t bother him one bit actually.
Notes:
Hello, guys! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! I worked quite hard on it and it turned out pretty long, too. I really wanted to post it on my birthday and here it is - I hope no one is surprised that a nasty girl like me was born on 6/9. Please let me know what you thought of the story overall and how it ended. It's my first time finishing my own multichapter and I'm quite proud of it.
Though it's not the end! Even if I'm done with the main story, I definitely wanna play more with this au. So there will be some smaller side-stories posted here as epilogues, and probably a longer separate spin-off that will be posted as another work in the series. If you don't want to miss anything - my other skfs fics included - follow the series or my ao3 account overall. I really wanna show you more of the brain rot that is stored in my nasty brain. The spin-off I have in mind is a long fic about Sukuna and Megumi spending Megumi's heat together for the first time. Sounds exciting?
Chapter 8: Sidestory 1: Aftermath
Summary:
As I promised I'm coming back with some side-stories. This one features Megumi and Uraume dying from cringe and Nobara duying from curiosity.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The end of the last day of the week is never a good time. The prospect of going back to work and having to actually do things for the corporate instead of relaxing – no one likes it.
But this Sunday evening is a time that Megumi doesn’t wish to pass much more desperately than he is used to. He looks at the clock in fear, seeing how the hours desperately drag on, the midnight when he usually goes to bed nearing. Megumi paces the room, runs his fingers through the hair wet from the shower and thinks about what he is supposed to do now.
How will he look his colleagues in the eyes tomorrow?
They have talked about it with Sukuna, the alpha trying to reassure Megumi that he had nothing to worry about. They have decided to keep their relationship private for the time being - mostly on Megumi’s request, because Sukuna was on the contrary very eager to show everyone how excited he was for his new boyfriend. The alpha has been more than ready to wait though. He told Megumi that he has gotten in touch with Choso and Uraume and has convinced the two to keep their dirty little secret. However, Sukuna has warned him that the latter has been quite… reluctant to agree to his proposal, and has expressed desire to talk to Megumi.
This fact has been at the back of Megumi’s mind and kept coming back occasionally while Sukuna was trying to “give him the date of the century”. Megumi was ashamed to have his mind wander and to stress, but he couldn’t let go completely.
He fucked his boss. That already compromised his integrity and Megumi wouldn’t be surprised if his colleagues would now trust him less or would think less of him. An omega using the power they have over an alpha to move through the ranks, get bonuses and have their mistakes forgiven easily – that’s such a common baseless stereotype, but he can see it all too easily applied to him. And Megumi has worked so hard in the company, he would hate to see his reputation disappear just like that because the person he ended up in a relationship with turned out to be his employer.
The other thing bothering him is the way Choso and Uraume have found them. Making out in a space where everyone could come into, an elevator in their office, for fuck’s sake. They were mostly dressed when they were discovered thankfully, but it would do little to save Megumi’s honour and reputation, with how much the space reeked of sex. They both probably think Megumi is such a whore, for doing this. Back in the moment he could think of nothing else but Sukuna’s scent and his skillful tongue, but coming back to the memory, Megumi wants to pack his bags and move to another prefecture right this instant.
Megumi has to admit, if just to himself, that he is terrified of walking into the office on Monday.
But he knows he has no other way. His choices have led him here and now Megumi has to face the music.
As he lies in bed, finally deciding that neither avoidance nor worrying will save his ass, Megumi hears a chime of notification from his phone. He picks it up.
From: Ryomen Sukuna
>> Good night, angel
>> Don’t stress about tomorrow, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you imagine
Megumi rolls his eyes, but the nickname makes his lips curl in a small smile. It’s been a while since someone texted him just to wish him a good night.
From: MY BLESSING 
>> we’ll see how it goes
>> good night sukuna
From: Ryomen Sukuna
>> Was kinda hoping you would call me baby again
From: MY BLESSING
>> keep dreaming
Megumi locks the screen and puts the phone away. He really wants to hope Sukuna is right.
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As Megumi stands in front of the office building the following day his palms are sweaty. He looks around nervously, but no one pays him any mind. He probably attracts more attention because he is standing in one place instead of moving with the flow of the people, so Megumi wills himself to hurry along.
His legs carry him to the office on autopilot and before he can hesitate another moment, Megumi opens the door.
It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Some of his colleagues greet Megumi, some just give him a nod, others are too busy to even notice he has come. There’s no eerie silence or curious looks stuck to his figure. No one knows yet, he realises and lets out a relieved exhale. Choso and Uraume have kept their word to Sukuna, at least for now.
Megumi shuffles to his table and starts the computer, keeping his headphones on so the others know not to bother him without need. If no one knows yet, Megumi should try his best to not give himself away too, and he immediately gets to work. Honestly, he will deal with all these unpleasant work cases he usually avoids to the last possible moments, just to get his head busy with something that isn’t “i wish the ground swallowed me” embarrassment.
It works for the most part. Megumi actually has a lot to do, and his mind is too full of work responsibilities to overthink his current state of affairs in the field of interpersonal relationships.
But at some point he is talking on the phone with one of the managers of a partner firm when his eyes meet with Choso’s who has stopped by their office. The man looks at him frozen like a deer in headlights, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.
Megumi’s mouth hangs open and he gapes like a fish thrown out of the water. Whatever the lady on the phone is telling him goes completely over Megumi’s head. It’s like the time stopped as he eyes Choso and Choso eyes him – both equally scared.
Choso gives in first, scrambling to leave the room as if he has forgotten what he has come here for at all. Megumi messily ends the phone call, complaining about poor connection before he also jumps to his feet and rushes out of the office building to take a breath outside.
It’s the middle of the day, he realizes, and the sun is scorching hot, so he walks to the closest bench in an alleyway not far from his office and plops down.
Head between his knees, Megumi groans.
“Jesus Christ, remind me why I got myself into this mess.”
The embarrassment is killing Megumi. His face and ears are burning, and the prospect of finding another job doesn’t sound so bad now.
Megumi fishes his phone out the pocket, searching for some distraction, and notices a bunch of messages on his Line. He doesn’t open them, just skims over the first lines that the app shows him.
From: Ryomen Sukuna
>> Baby, saw you storming off…
From: Uraume (HR)
>> I will be waiting for you i…
From: Sakamoto Kai
>> Fushiguro-san, the papers…
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> bitch
Megumi smirks at the message from his friend and decides to open it, deliberately ignoring everything else. It seems like a problem for future Megumi.
The messages span the last three days, and Megumi realizes he really hasn’t had the time to check his phone this weekend, too preoccupied with fucking Sukuna, going on a date with Sukuna, thinking about Sukuna and stressing his ass out about his job.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> hey Megumi
>> go shopping with me im bored
>> check your messages you asshole
*2 missed calls*
>> what the fuck got you so busy
>> the dick better be good for you to ditch me like this
>> are you still fucking or what
>> you better not be in a coma rn or these messages are gonna look hella bad
>> damn you are getting me worried idiot did you break your phone or smth
>> i saw you being online on Instagram how dare you ignore me
>> bitch
Megumi scoffs, Nobara being angry is an entertaining sight, especially if she isn’t near to beat your ass.
From: Megumi
>> Hello. Sorry for not responding. I was busy.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> finally showed up huh
>> where you been
From: Megumi
>> Out. Didn’t have much time to check my phone.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> what do you mean out?
>> you spend 90% of your weekends huddled inside like a hermit
>> spill the beans
Megumi contemplates his options. He’s not one to share his personal life freely, but knowing Nobara, it’s not much use trying to hide something from her. She’s like a police dog, but instead of drugs she sniffs out drama.
Besides, she’s his friend, maybe she would be able to cheer him up.
From: Megumi
>> I was with my boyfriend.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> what???
>> since when do you have a boyfriend???
Megumi chuckles, the image of Nobara’s stunned face coming to his mind. A part of him wishes he could tell her this in the face, just to see her mouth hanging open with shock.
From: Megumi
>> Since Friday.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> sdajksajk what
>> that’s coming out of nowhere
>> you haven’t mentioned going on any dates or meeting anyone new at all and now out of the blue you have a whole ass boyfriend
Megumi chuckled under his breath. He really loves this girl, her energy never failing to make him feel better.
From: Megumi
>> Yeah.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> wow
>> you know what
>> you can just tell me straight away
>> on a scale of 1 to 10 how good was this sex
>> because i don’t see how else you would just pull a full ass boyfriend out of your ass
Just as he expected, Nobara sees through things way too easily. He might as well play along.
From: Megumi
>> In comparison to my other partners he’s a solid 10.
>> But personally, I would give him an 8 for now. I feel like he has a lot more to bring to the table, so I’m leaving him room for growth.
He probably surrendered way too easily, but the reaction he gets is worth it.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> MEGUMI
>> JESUS CHRIST
>> I WAS LOWKEY JOKING BUT ARE YOU FOR REAL
>> ASDFJKSADFKLJASDJFK
From: Megumi
>> Shut up. You asked so I answered.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> okay okay fair but also its hilarious
>> get that dick, megumi
>> or pussy
>> who is it this time? a beta or an omega?
From: Megumi
>> An alpha actually.
>> Surprising, right?
Nobara knows about his preferences, so Megumi is not surprised she assumed.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> no shit it as
>> I thought you didnt date alphas
>> what made you change your mind?
From: Megumi
>> I told you already. I don’t have anything against alphas, it’s just that they usually don’t like me.
>> Sukuna likes me a lot, so here we are.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> sukuna? that sounds familiar for some reason
>> whos that
Megumi winces. Here comes the main complicating factor of his story. He really hopes Nobara won’t make a big deal out of this, because Megumi really hasn’t figured out himself if he should or shouldn’t be ashamed of fucking his employer.
From: Megumi
>> Well.
>> That’s my boss.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> that guy?
>> haven’t you said that he acted like your scent annoyed him?
Nobara surprises him with the question. She asks about the last thing that he thought she would, seemingly indifferent to the alpha’s position. More concerned with his attitude towards Megumi himself.
The care put into this question makes something warm swell in his chest.
From: Megumi
>> Turned out he actually likes my real scent a lot for some reason.
>> It’s just that my scent patches were giving him migraines, that’s why he acted like this.
>> He asked me to wear regular scent blockers to work if I insist on covering up in the office.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> oh
>> really
>> well that’s good then
>> he sounds like a good guy
>> and isn’t he also crazy hot according to your description?
Now that’s more like Nobara he knows.
From: Megumi
>> He is.
>> Those tattoos are even better up close.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> wow wow megumi thirsty
>> good for you then
>> im glad you found someone who likes you the way you are
>> hope It works out well for you
From: Megumi
>> Thank you, Nobara.
>> I should get going now, before my lunch time finishes.
From: Kugisaki Nobara
>> okay
>> I still want to hear all the details of how he railed you the text time we hang out
From: Megumi
>> keep dreaming
He closes his phone and walks to the conbini to at least pick up a sandwich as he has spent most of his break chatting with his friend.
As he comes back to the office Megumi thinks that as much as the awkwardness of the situation is killing me, it must be worth it. The conversation with Nobara reminded him how lucky he seems to have gotten, suddenly landing himself an alpha lover who adores his scent and seems eager to do anything for Megumi’s comfort. This attention already makes him feel all too good, but he desperately wants to see it bloom into something more.
This experience is too precious to surrender so easily, he thinks. He wants to give his relationship with Sukuna a chance, and if it means that he will have to go through terribly embarrassing situations at work, be reprimanded by the HR head, and defend his honour in front of his colleagues, then he will do it. Megumi has never been one to give up easily.
Megumi is not surprised to receive a phone call on the internal line soon after he falls back onto his seat.
“Fushiguro speaking,” he replies, knowing that introducing himself to the person on the other side of the line is not necessary.
“Fushiguro-san, would you please stop ignoring my messages and calls?” the voice replying to him is filled with the usual cold annoyance.
“Uraume-san, I wouldn’t dream of ignoring you in any way. I must have been too deep in work and didn’t have time to check my phone.” That is quite an obvious lie, but he doesn’t care much.
“Sure thing. Come to my office now if there is nothing holding you back.”
“Of course.”
He hangs up and takes a deep inhale. Megumi prepares himself mentally, trying to guess what Uraume is going to say. The omega is quite a passionate fan of their boss while always being cold to Megumi himself, so he has a couple ideas. Maybe Uraume is going to remind him of his place, that even if he is having some sort of affair with his boss, it doesn’t mean he will be able to use it for his advantage.
They will probably bring up how inappropriate it was to sit between Sukuna’s legs on the floor of that stupid elevator. Megumi wonders if they are going to cut his bonuses as a punishment for doing this. He can be sure he won’t be fired, he is too important of an employee, but surely, they will want to show him in some way that he is in the wrong.
Of course, there is the possibility that Sukuna asked the HR manager to shove the situation under the rug and pretend nothing happened, but Megumi has mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, being protected by the alpha feels nice. On the other, he doesn’t want to set a precedent of his partner using his position to grant him any sort of favours in the workplace. Objectively, fucking in the office is something the company is allowed to punish you for, and Megumi is ready to accept that.
“Well, let’s see how it goes.”
He knocks on the door of Uraume’s office and enters promptly.
The omega is sitting at their desk and though Megumi is the one standing, it feels like Uraume is looking down on him. There’s some sort of a displeased scowl on their face, the the head of the Human Resources department is deep in thought, and Megumi feels a shiver run down his spine.
He looks at Uraume, waiting patiently for an instruction or anything really, but his colleague stays quiet. Megumi is ready to say something already, when Uraume shakes off the thoughts occupying their head.
“Oh, sit down, please.”
Megumi lowers himself into a chair and the staring contest continues. Sitting closer Megumi can see that the HR is somewhat nervous, and for a second he wonders if he really is going to be fired.
He really just wants it over with.
“Uraume-san, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Oh, yes… I had something to discuss with you, yes.” The omega trails off and grows silent as they fumble with the pens on the table.
Shouldn’t I be the one who is nervous, what’s wrong with them?
“If you forgot what it was, I may come back later?” He can’t help but tease, and Uraume sends him a glare.
“Oh, we both know what it is about, I’m just a professional who thinks thoroughly on how best to approach the situation at question.”
Megumi scoffs but gestures for Uraume to procced. This already feels so dumb, he finds it hard to care.
Uraume all but groans. Megumi thinks that’s quite the mood for today.
“So… regarding what happened on Friday. I don’t know truly how to put it proper, but your other colleague and I have born witness to you in quite a… compromising position.” It seems like every word coming out of their mouth makes Uraume cringe inside.
“Well, that’s one way to put it.”
“And then later Ryomen-san has informed me that you two are in a relationship already, and has been quite protective of you, asking me to not get in contact with you regarding the incident in question,” Uraume seems to have finally found their voice and is now all but rambling, their eyes landing anywhere but Megumi’s face. “But I believe that despite his words it is my responsibility to the company and all its employees to intervene.”
Megumi tries to stay quiet, bracing himself for the uncomfortable conclusion that this verbiage is ultimately leading to. How Megumi should understand that using the relationship with his supervisor as a means to be granted favours or protection in the company is not going to work, all that.
“It is my responsibility as the head of the HR department to make sure that the work ethics are respected by every employee, no matter their position,” they continue, and Megumi has to bite down on his lip. Just recently he has been promoted to one of the smaller executive positions, and already he has found himself in a situation where his ethics are questioned? What a mess.
“Moreover, our company tries its hardest to ensure that employees of all genders can work comfortably, and for this reason it is expected that everyone keeps their instincts in check.”
Megumi can’t help but look down in shame. He can’t argue with that. Getting under the effect of hormones like that in the office space was extremely unprofessional. It was of course as much his fault as Sukuna’s, but the alpha had too little shame to be bothered by his behaviour, so Megumi had to carry the burden of morals for two.
“All this being said, Fushiguro-san, I would like to assure you that you are free to speak openly here, and the company will do everything to protect your interests if there is a need in any measures. No sexual harassment will be tolerated here.”
Huh?
Megumi looks up at the other omega with confusion written all over his features.
“What… are you talking about, Uraume-san?”
“I know you might be scared to talk openly about it, but we are on your side. I highly respect Ryomen-san, but it will not bar me from fulfilling my duties if the need arises. If he used his position as your boss and as an alpha to coerce you into something and then tried to scare you into keeping silence, then I need to know, Fushiguro-san.”
Megumi looks at the other omega and he is not even trying to keep his jaw from dropping. His brows are twisted in the look of the deepest confusion he can master, as he lets Uraume’s words sink in.
His colleague has a look of expectation on their face which slowly morphs into something between fear and incredible cringe.
“U-Uraume-san… this is so terribly far from what happened…” Megumi finally squeezes the words out of his throat.
“You are just two horny idiots that couldn’t help but fuck in an elevator...?” the other omega asks and Megumi has to nod before sinking his face into his palms. “I fucking hate this job,” Uraume adds
“Uraume-san, I’m so sorry… You were so serious with your speech and then…” Megumi can barely hold down the laugh that threatens to escape him. “In our defense we haven’t fucked there.”
Uraume glares at him and a stupid oink sound escapes his throat.
“And you wouldn’t do it if you weren’t interrupted?”
“I… can’t say that with 100% certainty…” Megumi barely fits words between laughs.
“Oh my God, I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“I really appreciate the concern, though.”
He really does. Megumi was so scared that he would be reprimanded or punished that he is startled when Uraume who is always so cold with him looks out for him, makes sure that he is in a good place.
“It’s not concern, it’s my job.”
“Well, yes, of course, but still. I really appreciate it. That you were so worried about me that you went against what Sukuna told you. You really are a good person, Uraume-san.”
Megumi smiles at them and his colleague just rolls their eyes.
“He is Sukuna for you already? Wow. And again, I was not worried about you.” Megumi gives them a long knowing gaze. “If you say that you are alright, then you are free to go.”
Megumi decides to not tease the HR head further and gets up, his chest no longer heavy. Sukuna really was right, there’s nothing to worry about. As he walks by one of the other offices, he notices Choso looking at him and this time Megumi just gives him a warm appreciative smile that the beta reluctantly returns.
It’s going to be alright.
Notes:
everything in my body decided to break down at the same time and as im writing this it hurts to sit bc i just had ass surgery this morning, rest in peace stacy
Chapter 9: Sidestory 2: Late Nights
Notes:
Takes place around a month after the main story.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Megumi is feeling as if his body is running purely on adrenaline, his fingers clicking at the keyboard at a rapid pace and his eyes running across the screen as he tries to desperately finish all the documents for the project before the deadline. There’s an annoying rumble in the room he shares with several other employees who are also doing their best to finish everything on time. Megumi feels an urge to put on his headphones to distance himself from the noise, but he’s currently too involved with his subordinates, and they keep coming up to him for advice or guidance.
His workday finished more than two hours ago but he’s stuck at his office just like the other half of the firm staff and none of them will be free until the work is finished. Megumi grinds his teeth and continues. He is nearly done, really. Just needs some papers to be signed by Sukuna and sent in, and then he is free to go.
Megumi belatedly realizes that the noise from the direction of the room where Sukuna resides has stopped. Before, he could hear Sukuna yell at someone through the phone or discuss their work problem with his colleagues, but now it is silent, and Sukuna hasn’t left his room in at least an hour. Megumi doesn’t have the best feeling about it.
Megumi rearranges the documents and gets up, heading in the direction of Sukuna’s personal study. He knocks at the door and announces himself.
“It’s Fushiguro. Can I come in?”
There’s a weak grumble from the other side of the door that Megumi dares to interpret as an affirmation, so he opens the door and slips inside. He is met by a familiar sight.
Sukuna is sitting at his desk, head buried in his hands, not even lifting his gaze to look at Megumi. He remains unmoving, and one could almost assume that the alpha is just asleep if not for the distressed pheromones filling the room. He smells like he is in pain, as if agony tortures his body and even if there is no blood tainting his clothes, Megumi knows that the sensations that ripple through Sukuna’s veins are very real.
The scent in the room makes Megumi nervous the second he steps in. Sukuna and him are not mates officially, but they are still partners that care about each other and for the omega inside Megumi that’s more than enough. He knows that his alpha is distressed and the desire to comfort his lover is more of a need – he couldn’t resist it even if he tried.
“Sukuna?” he asks as he shuffles closer, the scent of pain clogging his nose and making scared goosebumps cover his skin under the suit. The only answer he receives is another murmur. “Is it your head again?”
Sukuna nods weakly which with his face buried in the table looks very obscure, but enough for Megumi to understand the meaning.
“Have you taken your painkillers?”
Before Megumi knows it, he is standing by the side of the office table, close to his suffering alpha – exactly where his instincts are telling him to be. Megumi lowers the papers he brought over at the corner of the table and props himself up on the surface, close enough to reach Sukuna with a hand outstretched.
“Yes, but they won’t fucking work.”
It’s the first full sentence that Megumi hears since he entered the room, and it is laced with irritation but at the same time with desperation too. Sukuna is a strong alpha that Megumi and many other people admire, an alpha that grinds and grinds until he gets what he wants – always. But he is helpless when his own body attacks him, when his brain is throbbing in pain, rattling against the cage of his skull, making stars dance in front of his eyes, blinding him.
It pains Megumi’s heart to see him like this. He wishes so much that Sukuna didn’t have to suffer, his fingers twitching to do something, to help, but he just feels helpless instead. What can Megumi do when the source of the problem, the roots of what tortures his mate – they are hidden deep in Sukuna’s brains, in his DNA even? Megumi is so useless.
“I’m sorry to hear that. This day has been really intense. I’m not surprised you are at your brink,” he says, but the words feel empty on his tongue. Megumi has never been good with words, and at moments like this he regrets his weakness with renewed vigour. Maybe if he knew how to sooth his mood, tell Sukuna that everything is going to be alright, then he could at least be helpful in this manner. Instead, he just feels lost.
“I’m not. I will be fine. Just need to get my shit together.” Sukuna raises his head from its position, obviously trying to power through the grogginess of his body, but immediately winces and presses a palm to his temple. “Are those papers for me to sign?”
Sukuna stretches his hand out to the stack that Megumi brought along, and in the dim light from outside Megumi sees how pale his skin looks, the tanned tint he likes so much obscured by some deathly yellow. Before he knows it, Megumi catches Sukuna’s wrist mid-air.
“I don’t think you are in a state to sign anything right now. You will just sign the wrong page and mess up all of my papers,” he teases lightly, rubbing his thumb across the scent gland at Sukuna’s wrist. Sukuna huffs but doesn’t make a move to escape the grasp.
“Don’t underestimate me, I’ve lived with this bullshit for years, I can take it.” Sukuna continues to rub his temple with his free hand, blinking away the shroud of white noise obstructing his vision. “Or is it your twisted way of showing you care about me, angel?”
It is clear flirting, the type Megumi would usually tsk at, but it lacks the bite Sukuna tends to put in it. And this simple fact is enough to make Megumi swallow the snarky response dancing at the tip of his tongue.
“You are right – I care. It’s clear to me that you are exhausted and in pain, I don’t want you to work any more than you already do.”
Megumi bites his lip, scared to look at Sukuna after his sincere outburst. But his head is quickly turned back with Sukuna’s hand on his chin. The alpha is looking at him with clear eyes, but just for a second, before pain hits him again and he has to squint.
“Hey, maybe you should go home?”
“Can’t. It’s too bright outside. And I can’t concentrate at all, won’t be able to drive,” Sukuna seems to surrender to the pain as he leans back into his chair, a tight crease between his brows an indication of the pulsations of agony coursing through his nerves. Megumi just squeezes his hand tighter.
“Can I do something for you? If I can do anything to help, I want to.”
As Megumi says this, he really means ‘drive him home’, ‘finish his work for him’, ‘get him a snack or a cup of herbal tea’ – something of this sort. Sukuna surprises him.
“I would really love to scent you, Megumi.”
Megumi can only respond with a quiet “ah?” while his thumb continues to stroke Sukuna’s palm he is holding. As the silence stretches, Sukuna continues.
“I want to smell you. You are my ma- my boyfriend , so your smell would help me relax. And I guess the pills should start working soon, too.” Megumi notices the other word Sukuna wants to apply to him, his ears burning with warmth, but decides to focus on the other parts of the phrase instead. Truthfully, they make him fluster no less.
“Emm, are you sure about that? I guess it could work with your previous partners, because usually omegas have more relaxing or demure scents. I just… feel like I can just make your headache worse.” Megumi is surprised he can actually voice his fear. Despite them being together for more than a month already, Megumi has to admit that he is still scared to see Sukuna react with disgust to his scent. If he bares his throat for Sukuna, hoping to sooth his partner’s pain, and then makes Sukuna wince as his sharp spicy scent shoots a pang of migraine through his nerves, then Megumi will feel terrible, and he fears this scenario too much to just ignore it.
“I love your scent, I have no doubt in me when I say that it could never cause me distress. Unless you were distressed yourself – then this would make me worry.”
Megumi feels warmth swell in his chest as he notices how for the umpteenth time Sukuna patiently soothes his worries, fights against his insecurities, shows that Megumi is appreciated. But a part of him feels bad, too. Megumi came here to comfort his boyfriend when he’s in pain, and yet he has to be consoled and reassured himself. That doesn’t sit right in his chest – tonight he wants to give love Sukuna – not hoard it for himself.
“Alright then,” he finally replies, mastering his emotions. “You can scent me if you think it will help you… But you will have to behave! I will not be caught doing anything inappropriate in the office again.”
Sukuna gives him a nod and a tired smile and suddenly Megumi feels his hand being tugged and he realizes that Sukuna is trying to get him closer. Megumi slips down the table and takes a step in the direction of Sukuna, but yelps when he feels strong arms circle his waist and pick him up.
“What are you doing?!” His hands scramble for purchase as Sukuna plops his sideways on his lap, his arms remaining a tight cage around Megumi’s waist.
“Mm? Putting you down comfortably so that I can taste you, that’s all,” there is a pleased undertone in Sukuna’s voice, especially in the word ‘taste’ and Megumi grunts in order to hide his true feeling of embarrassment. Instead, he fidgets, settling more comfortably on Sukuna’s lap. At least the alpha is not hard under him – Megumi is not joking when he says that he doesn’t want to have sex in the office ever.
Megumi throws a side glance at the alpha who looks at him expectedly, before proceeding to roll up the sleeve of the shirt on his left hand. There is a regular scent blocker there, the type that many people wear if they don’t want to distract others with their strong scents or attract too much attention. Usually people don’t wear them every day, reserving them for the periods closer to heats and ruts, but Megumi has been wearing them religiously since he started dating Sukuna. That was a compromise they have reached so that Sukuna didn’t have to suffer from migraines caused by Megumi's artificial pheromones, and Megumi didn’t have to experience stress of exposing his regular scent to the people surrounding him.
Megumi is about to take the patch off when he hears something akin to a whine coming from the alpha.
“What?”
“I want the one on your neck. It is more defined there.”
Now that’s definitely a whine in Sukuna’s tone of voice. Megumi rolls his eyes, but he knows it’s a losing battle in his heart – Sukuna has already learnt how to gently bend the omega to his will – and in small moments like this Megumi can’t help but let the alpha have what he wants. His content rumble is too beautiful for Megumi’s ears to deny the greedy alpha.
He eases his tie and means to take the patch off of his neck, but is interrupted once again by the feeling of hot breath against his neck. A nervous exhale escapes his lips and he freezes as Sukuna nips at the edge of the patch and then slowly rips it off. Megumi can barely contain a moan when he looks at the alpha and sees the thin patch clasped by the edge between his sharp teeth.
“Stop being horny!” he yelps and smacks Sukuna’s shoulder lightly, still acutely aware of the migraine torturing his boyfriend. Sukuna winces but soon a pleased smile returns to his face after he throws away the sticky patch to the table.
“Who’s horny? Definitely not me. You are the one who seems to have dirty thoughts, Megumi.”
Megumi decides to not start a useless argument with Sukuna and just settles quietly on his lap. The alpha also relaxes and slowly settles in. He opens a few buttons of Megumi’s shirt to expose his scent glands properly, and Megumi shivers when calloused fingers gently run lines following the blood vessels under his skin. Megumi lets his eyelids drop and his body grows relaxed and pliant in Sukuna’s hold.
Patiently he waits for the movement of air across his scent gland, but Sukuna is taking his time. He massages and strokes Megumi’s neck, waiting for the pheromones to fill the air now that the scent gland is exposed. Sukuna is keeping him close and warm, and in response Megumi’s scent speaks to him with contentment, the giddy happiness at being close to his lover – and maybe just a light tint of arousal.
Megumi inhales and he is acutely aware of his smell. The light undertones of chili powder and ginger tickle his nose, but most prominently he senses that hard-to-describe, distinctly physical and warm scent of his body, that he never managed to find a word for. He sniffs a couple times, his mind focused on the sensation filling his nose and he wonders – does Sukuna like this? Will his scent please and sooth the alpha’s pain? As much as Megumi is afraid to be a disappointment, he realizes that even more he hopes for the opposite to happen – he wants Sukuna to love his scent. On a primitive level his omega is yearning to please his ma- his boyfriend , until the alpha’s scent is rid of the painful agitated distress that is lingering in the air.
Almost unconsciously Megumi fidgets at Sukuna’s lap and moves closer to the man, longing restlessly for the alpha to do what he asked for. And without words Sukuna understands him. He finally dips into the place where Megumi’s neck meets his shoulder, and for a long moment Megumi feels a movement of cold air against his scent gland, savours the sensation as much as he can. His eyes still closed, he tries to feel it all through his skin – Sukuna’s tight grasp against his waist and his measured inhales against the crook of Megumi’s neck and the barely-there touch of Sukuna’s nose against his exposed scent gland. He is still painfully sensitive at his neck, shivers shaking his body when Sukuna nuzzles lightly into the scent gland, and by the tight press of Sukuna’s fingers into the dip of his waist the alpha likes his reaction.
Megumi inhales deeply and tries to calm himself.
He is searching for meaning in the air, trying to grasp without words what Sukuna is thinking. He searches for that smoked savoury scent in the air and finds it easily. And with relief he notices how much calmer the scent is – there’s less distress, less pain. There’s still some of that left but the negative tones are overshadowed by something profoundly calm, satisfied – even domestic. Megumi cannot help but purr.
He melts into Sukuna’s embrace, his head tilting until he is nuzzling into the crown of Sukuna’s head. He inhales again and lets the smell of Sukuna’s hair – a mix of his natural scent and his shampoo – settle in his veins like a drug. It’s warm and so good, and Megumi thinks that even if he came here to comfort Sukuna, he really has been at work for almost 14 hours as well, and now, with his alpha pressed so close and so familiar, he can finally admit how exhausted he is.
Megumi’s body is melting like an ice cream left on the table on a hot summer day with so much of Sukuna’s heat engulfing him. And still he wants more. Megumi frees one of his arms and circles it around Sukuna’s neck, his palm finding purchase on Sukuna’s shoulder. And with his other hand he begins to gently massage Sukuna’s scalp – he is rewarded by vibrations of pleased rumbling against his neck where Sukuna is nuzzling at his scent glands.
Megumi is playing with the strands of Sukuna’s lovely pink hair, tugging ever so gently or pressing into the scalp with the tips of his fingers – he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Sukuna when his brain is already torturing him. And Megumi knows that Sukuna appreciates the gestures, because his hands softly squeeze at Megumi’s sides, not trying to slip beneath the shirt, politely behaving just the way the alpha was asked to. Megumi of course knows that the lack of trying is caused by a lack of energy on the alpha’s behalf rather than Sukuna’s undying respect of Megumi’s wishes, but Megumi always knew who he got entangled with. If Sukuna really wanted to, he would put his hands in inappropriate places.
Megumi lets out a barely audible chuckle and notices how he no longer senses pain in Sukuna’s scent at all. The observation makes him giddy with happiness and he cannot help but want to shower Sukuna with affection as his words betray him.
Megumi’s movement is awkward, but he manages to slide lower across Sukuna’s lap until their faces are on the same level. They both tense – Megumi because he is trying to steady himself and not fall on the floor, and Sukuna because he is far from ready to let Megumi leave his grasp, so he firmly clenches the omega’s waist.
Megumi, though, has no intention to leave. Instead, he leans closer, runs the tip of his nose across Sukuna’s throat just to get one inhale of concentrated alpha pheromones in his lungs and let goosebumps travel across his whole body. Now that Sukuna’s scent is clear of the distress that was plaguing it before, it feels so good – Megumi melts across his chest and finally presses his neck against Sukuna’s. A purr escapes his chest when Megumi rubs their neck scent glands together and almost immediately the gesture is returned by Sukuna who rumbles, vibrations reverberating between their ribs.
Megumi grinds his neck against Sukuna’s and even if his body is uncomfortable, craned at unnatural angles in the stupid office chair, he feels lightheaded with their mixed pheromones in the air. They are not really aroused, although this is also present, but instead they are so fucking content. Megumi feels engulfed in this sensation of happiness, the smell of mates comforting each other, searching for relief and support in each other’s embrace. And Megumi can’t believe that he can be part of something like this. That he can enjoy something so natural as the instinctive pleasure of covering his mate in his scent.
He inhales more and more until there is nothing on his mind but the perfect mix of his and his alpha’s scent. The rich and powerful scent of smoked meat intertwined with Megumi’s spice – it feels like home. Megumi has to blink away the happy tears threatening to burst out of him.
He doesn’t know how long they stay like this. At some point Megumi shifts so he is straddling Sukuna to alleviate the pain in his back from an unnatural position, but without a word muttered they just continue comfortably breathing their shared air.
That is, until they are interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Ryomen-san, Fushiguro-san? Can I come in?”
There is a voice from the other side of the door that makes Megumi nearly yelp and try to jump out of Sukuna’s grasp – the alpha doesn’t let him.
“No. We are talking. Wait outside.”
Megumi’s whole face burns bright – the walls between these two rooms are ridiculously thin, if they were really talking, people would hear – the excuse that Sukuna came up with on the spot doesn’t hold much weight. In retrospect, Megumi thinks that he couldn’t come up with a better one in their situation, but he still wants the ground to swallow him.
Gently Megumi slips from Sukuna’s grasp – their moment is ruined anyway; besides it’s getting late. Megumi rearranges his clothes and then throws a careful glance at Sukuna. To his relief, the alpha looks much better, though still his eyes are heavy from exhaustion and his shoulders hang low.
“Sukuna, let me take you home, alright?” Megumi holds one of Sukuna’s hands in his. When he struggles with finding words to convey his feelings, it’s nice to be able to just hold Sukuna and know that he will understand.
Still, stubbornly Sukuna persists.
“And who’s gonna take care of this crap? I can’t just drop it because I’m tired.” Again, frustration returns to his scent. Megumi is having none of that.
“I know you feel responsible, it’s the same for me. But you need to rest.” He shushes the alpha who is already opening his mouth to protest. “We can come an hour earlier tomorrow and finish it quicker when we are well rested.”
“But-”
Realizing that his alpha is going to insist on being stubborn, Megumi proceeds to close his laptop and take Sukuna’s bag in his hand.
“No ‘buts’, Sukuma. I’m taking you home. Get up.”
“You know, I like it when you take the lead baby,” Sukuna finally relents when Megumi grasps his suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair.
“Yeah-yeah, heard it. Take your ass off the chair, we are going home.”
“Yessir!” Megumi decides that if the alpha has the energy to joke around, then his headache must have passed, at least for the most part, and he exhales in relief.
Maybe that is the reason why he cannot find it in himself to be concerned when he walks out of Sukuna’s study covered in his alpha’s scent, his hair and clothes disheveled and his neck bare. He is met by a couple of tired but interested glances, but they do not make him uncomfortable.
“It’s really late guys, please go home. See, I’m making Ryomen-san go home, too. Let’s finish it all up tomorrow, alright?”
And as if to put the last nail in the casket of his small secret, he takes Sukuna’s hand and leads him out of the office. His palms are sweaty, but Sukuna has the courtesy of not commenting on this fact.
And just like that Megumi quietly drives Sukuna home. By the time Megumi comes to work the next day in his clothes from the previous day and smelling like Sukuna, he figures that he doesn’t mind. Because being able to be there for his lover and support him when he needs it is infinitely more important than some stupid inhibitions he might have about work ethic.
Curious colleagues showering him with questions are a small price to pay.
Notes:
Anyway I'm back because I refuse to let this story end lol.
In the meantime I wrote another sukufushi au fic - please check it out, it's really hot. Here!
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