You're the Voice

by DimitriBlaidaddy

Summary:

Megumi is a writer of erotica and he can't count the number of times he has listened to his own novels. It has gotten to the point one could call it an obsession, and the man narrating his books has become the love of his life.

The image of Ryomen Sukuna that he has created in his mind is perfect, and he can't imagine the man being good enough to match his voice.

That is until he meets him.

Notes:

Finally the author Megumi/Voice narrator Sukuna fic is here! I've been really excited to post this one.

At one point Sukuna refers to Megumi as a (good) girl by mistake but Megumi turns out to be super into it so yeah.

A big thank you to Vailen for beta-reading.

(For Bottom Megumi Week, Free day)

Being a writer sucked.

A constant battle of doubt, time and again questioning whether it was worth the time and effort poured into the stories produced, all of the self-hate looming over the whole process like a sticky, filthy, smelly blanket.

At least that was the reality of being a writer for Megumi.

Never had he expected to be writing for a living, nor had he dreamed of it when growing up. He enjoyed it, however, for reasons he could not explain. He did not necessarily have fun while doing it, but the stories would not leave him alone and since they scrambled around in his head, he might as well type it down.

As it happened, there were a lot of people that enjoyed and related to the way he phrased his thoughts, those poor souls, and his first published book received enough attention to make him a semi-famous name in the erotic literature department.

Before he knew it, it became his full-time job; writing smut even though he wasn’t particularly fond of it. A writer of horror at heart, yet he had to make a living somehow, so porn it was.

It all led to this night, the release party of his third book in a series of five, where Megumi sipped champagne and wished to go home. Supposedly a celebration he should be proud of; not many people even finished a story. It should make his veins sizzle, his head buzz, his fingers tingle. It was yet to happen.

Perhaps he was not that happy about this book, even though he had considered it his best while writing it. Or he simply wasn’t happy about being a writer. 

Megumi slowly moved his eyes around the room. This night would be all about champagne and making the right contacts, and very little about literature, that much he could tell. Megumi, not the ass-kissing type, considered leaving once finished with his drink.

He wrote all of his novels and stories under a pen name, and no one save for his editor was aware of the presence of the author of the book they celebrated. That had been one of his requirements before signing the contract. There were to be no photos, no interviews, no nothing. Megumi wanted to make a living out of something that did not require him to be among people on a daily basis, fame was definitely not something he craved.

Megumi might not be an author of books that were about to change people’s lives— his writing wouldn't be analyzed years from now, would never be used as an example of peak fiction of this time— but that did not mean his stories were not important to him.

While he understood that people read his books mainly to enjoy the smut scenes, there had to be more to it than that, since there were only that many ways one could describe the actions of a penis being inserted into a hole. He needed the interactions in-between, the build-up, the sparkling, fizzy, bubbly leading up to things.

As Megumi thought of how he could use any of what he saw going on around him for his next book, or possibly a short story at least, he spotted something. Someone.

Among the well-dressed men and women, a man wearing a simple T-shirt instead of a button-up, well-fitting jeans and sneakers on his feet instead of suit pants and shiny shoes. Tall, muscular, handsome, rather peculiar tattoos on his face.

Curious.

Usually, Megumi recognized most people in these events whether he liked it or not. Anything that piqued his curiosity could be used in his stories, and a tattooed man in a crowd of well-dressed people was a thing to take inspiration from. Megumi discreetly moved closer.

The man spoke to Gojo Satoru, a man whose work Megumi was yet to read but had heard much about. Megumi pretended to be interested in a large sculpture close-by, used it to shield himself while he spied on Gojo and the handsome man.

Something about that guy really piqued his interest; not only was he very much Megumi’s type, there was also the thing about how he didn’t fit in the environment at all yet looked like the most relaxed person in the room. Oozing confidence and sex appeal in a way Megumi instantly took a shine to.

“How is your brother doing, by the way?” Gojo’s tone sounded just like it did when you spoke with someone you knew rather well but had not seen for a while. “I have not seen him for quite some time.”

“You know Yuji.” The second the man spoke, Megumi froze. “He is keeping himself busy with his stuff, as always. The latest thing has to do with the occult, one way or another. Don’t ask me for any more details.”

Holding his breath, Megumi sneaked closer, peeking out from behind the sculpture. He would recognize that voice among a million, no, a billion others. Could it be him? What was he doing at a place like this?

“And yourself?” Gojo continued. “I have to admit I am surprised to see you at an event like this.”

“Why, you don’t think I belong in this crowd?” The tattooed man laughed when Gojo grinned. Megumi’s guts twisted so hard it hurt and he pressed a hand over his stomach. “I do a little bit of this and that, but I am here tonight as a freelancing audiobook narrator.”

Megumi’s hold on the champagne glass got so hard it had to be a miracle it did not shatter. Part of him wished it would, so he could perhaps regain some sanity by having glass buried in the meat of his palm.

It was him.

The narrator of Megumi’s books, and the love of his life.

Figuratively speaking.

There was a reason Megumi had made sure to never, ever look up anything regarding the man that narrated his books. The image Megumi created in his mind was perfect, and when he laid in bed with his headphones on with closed eyes and that deep, sultry, perfect voice speaking right into his ears, reading Megumi’s fantasies for him, there was simply no way the owner of the voice could have an appearance that matched it.

Megumi stared at the man’s strong jaw, his tattooed arm, trailed his gaze to the large hand holding the champagne glass, spotted a scar on one of his prominent knuckles.

Somehow, Ryomen Sukuna looked even better than Megumi had dared to imagine.

“Oh!” Gojo snapped his fingers. “Of course you are. Your voice is perfect for that. I take it that you read this series, then?”

“I do. I actually came in hope of meeting the author, but I gathered that she doesn’t usually come to these parties. You don’t happen to know if she did tonight?”

“No, I’ve never met her.” Gojo made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “I don't even know what she looks like. No one does, I think, save for her editor.”

“Too bad.” Sukuna looked around the room, as if to see if he might find something after all. When he twisted his upper body, the muscles in his shoulders and back shifted in a way that made Megumi’s heart rabbit in his chest.

“You could ask Utahime, but I would not expect much.”

“I see. It would have been nice to say hello, so I might try.”

Naturally, Sukuna did not speak the way he did when narrating books, his speaking pattern slightly different and if Megumi did not imagine things, his voice must be a tad bit deeper in the recordings. It still had that certain rasp to it that made Megumi’s knees grow weak.

Sukuna and Gojo’s conversation continued while Megumi made his way across the room and fetched himself a new glass of champagne. His plans to head home were long gone.

Had Sukuna come to meet him? Not him, he quickly corrected himself. Sukuna was under the impression that the author of the book was a woman, first and foremost. Most people assumed that authors of decent porn were female no matter what pen name they used.

Megumi had not even known that he had such a thing for voices prior to hearing Sukuna read his first novel. It definitely was not a coincidence that the main character in his second novel had discovered they had a huge thing for dirty talk. Megumi had prayed that it would be Sukuna that narrated it, and the first time he had heard Sukuna read the line I don’t care, kitten, I will force you if I have to, Megumi had orgasmed so hard he nearly passed out.

Megumi had at this point listened to his novels so many times somebody would have asked him to seek medical help if they knew. He had written notes on when Sukuna read certain lines, pressing the rewind button as many times he required for him to come.

It usually didn’t take long.

Calling what he felt regarding the man’s voice obsession would be an understatement. He worshiped it. Being present in the same room as him tonight was first of all terrifying, and secondly, exciting. If he stayed close to the man he could hear him speak more, see his face, see how he moved his lips and tongue when talking.

“Excuse me.”

Megumi spun around. At first, he faced a broad chest, stared for a moment before he willed himself to look up, straight into a pair of brown eyes. Sukuna smiled as he made a small gesture to the table to which Megumi blocked the way.

“Oh, I— sorry.”

Megumi quickly stepped aside. Being able to say anything at all with the man of his dreams in front of him must count as a great success. Megumi’s hand trembled when he took a chug, trying his very best to be discreet with the way he ogled the man.

Instead of leaving after he fetched a glass from the small table, Sukuna lingered, eyes fixed on Megumi as he took a sip. The glass looked childishly small in his hand. Megumi hoped it wasn’t too obvious that he wished to climb the man like a tree, or how badly he wanted to stare at his throat when he swallowed the champagne. Thankfully, Megumi’s natural expression was stoic, so he could manage to play it cool even in front of someone as dashing as this man.

Why didn’t he walk away? Why did he linger close enough for Megumi to smell him? Blood rushing in his ears, Megumi quickly looked to the side in search of Gojo. Nowhere to be found.

“You seem to be deep in thoughts,” Sukuna said. He took a step to the side as well, moved away from the table and stopped in front of Megumi. “Are you okay? Your cheeks are red.”

The smile on Sukuna’s lips did not show any signs of being teasing. Only mildly curious, possibly even concerned. Megumi could not help but wonder, however. This man must be more than used to people’s faces flushing red in his presence. Megumi weakly cleared his throat.

“I’m… Fine. It’s the champagne. I’m not very good at socializing, so I just drink.”

“I see. Are you a writer?”

“What makes you think so?”

Sukuna hummed, lifted his glass to take a small sip before answering: “You look the type, I suppose, and writers often seem to be loners. Or perhaps that is prejudiced of me.”

“It is not prejudice if it’s most likely true.”

Sukuna’s smile grew wider, and it was such a striking look that Megumi did not know what else to do but to sip the bubbly wine to keep himself cool. He hastily looked for Gojo again. Nothing. 

Since Sukuna was there, it would be a huge shame to let the opportunity go to waste, despite his nervousness. It might never come again. Megumi took a deeper sip, close to a chug. It could be now or never.

Now or never.

It had to be now. He could not live with it being never.

“Your voice is really nice,” Megumi blurted out. He cursed himself in his head, it had not come out nearly as smoothly as he had planned. “I— Sorry if that was abrupt, but you are probably used to it.”

“A little,” Sukuna mused. “My voice is my job. But thank you.”

“Voice actor?” Playing a little dumb, a thing Megumi was not too fond of doing, but he didn’t want to make it obvious that he knew exactly what kind of things Sukuna used his voice for.

“Not quite. I’ve done some commercials and so on, but mostly I narrate books.”

“Oh. I see.” Megumi gestured to one of the large signs showing the cover of his latest novel. It did not give away much of what it was about, a rather discreet cover to Megumi’s filthiest novel so far. One he really hoped that Sukuna would narrate. “Like, these kinds of books?”

“Among others, yes.” Sukuna smiled, rested the rim of the glass against his bottom lip. “Mostly these kinds.”

Megumi knew very well that Sukuna narrated other series that were like Megumi’s. He had tried to listen to a series of something involving alphas and omegas or whatever it had been but had not even made it through the first chapter. And it had not been because he did not like the writing. Not even remotely.

“Seems like your voice is good for this genre.”

“So they tell me.” Sukuna’s eyes never left Megumi’s as he drank again. He licked his upper lip after swallowing. “What kind of books do you write?”

“I’m working on a horror novel.” Not a complete lie, since it was a side project of his. One that he would never finish, but still. He had outlined enough that he could easily use it as a cover when needed. “It’s about zombies. I won’t bore you with talking about it.”

“I hardly think I would be bored. Hearing people talk about something they are passionate about is never boring. What is your name, if you don’t mind?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, subtly yet noticeable, before he collected himself again. “Nice to meet you, Fushiguro. I’m Ryomen Sukuna.”

Sukuna reached out for a handshake, and Megumi returned the favor. Sukuna’s fingers easily reached all the way around Megumi’s hand. After letting go again, Sukuna gestured to the sign and nodded towards it. “Have you read this series?”

Megumi tilted his head to the side, knowing exactly what Sukuna fished for. “I happen to know that the main character’s name is Megumi.”

“Yes.” Sukuna’s smile grew wider. “After reading these books, Megumi has become one of my favorite names. I really like it.”

Megumi forced himself to relax to not crush the glass in his hand. His smile grew stiff, stomach twisting and tugging.

One of his favorite names.

Could that be flirting? Dared he hope for it? Sukuna’s gaze rested heavy, never leaving Megumi’s, and Megumi was not stupid enough to not see the obvious. He might be a writer of rather simple smut, wording his novels in simple ways, but was not as one-track minded as his novels could make it seem.

“That’s nice.” Megumi managed to stop his thoughts from trailing further. “I suppose I could say thank you, but that would be like thanking someone for complimenting a shirt.”

Sukuna made a curious face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I find it… Pointless. It’s like, thank you, I bought it myself. Thank you, my dad picked my name for me.”

Sukuna laughed. It was different from the small, purr-like chuckles he made when narrating his books, the kinds that were supposed to make someone wet. His genuine laugh had twice the impact on Megumi, heating up his entire stomach.

“What a way to receive a compliment.”

“I told you I’m bad at socializing,” Megumi retorted with a small smile. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I find it charming.”

Biased or not, Megumi found Sukuna charming as well, and before he knew it, they had emptied their glasses once more. Sukuna took the liberty of fetching one for Megumi when picking a new one for himself.

“Do you want to find someplace to sit?” Sukuna asked.

Megumi thought about saying that he saw something right in front of him he would gladly sit on but kept his mouth shut and settled with a nod.

In an adjacent room there was a lounge, and they took a seat on a wine red couch. Sukuna rested his arm on top of the backrest, his hand close to Megumi’s arm. Megumi had not intended to sit that close to him, planned to be a little coy, because no matter how much he would love to sit in this man’s lap, he didn’t want to risk making himself come off as too greedy.

They still ended up sitting close enough for their thighs to touch. Sukuna apparently did not mind, body language relaxed and inviting, twisted to face Megumi, his dark eyes softening as he watched him drink. Outside the room, dozens of different voices and laughs mixed into a buzz.

Megumi could not care less for what happened out there.

Had Megumi been sober, his nervousness would not have calmed this fast. Now, warmth and braveness filled his chest, something he was going to savor. Ride the wave. Sukuna beat him to it though, as he spoke first:

“I like your eyelashes.”

“Thank you. I got them from my mom.”

Sukuna laughed, just like Megumi had hoped he would. “Are you always this cynical, or are you trying some hard-to-get act by being this cold?”

“I am not acting; I am hard to get.”

“And yet here you are.” Sukuna made a gesture with his hand, looking around the empty room. “All alone, with me. Almost makes it seem easy.”

Megumi twisted his chest to face Sukuna better. The tip of Sukuna’s fingers nudged his upper arm, and when Megumi did not shy away, Sukuna let his palm slide down and wrapped his arm around Megumi.

Megumi might as well have whimpered. He inched in closer and deliberately licked his lips, preened when Sukuna’s eyes dipped down instantly. “I’m not easy. Just not afraid to rush.”

“Oh... Touché, Fushiguro.”

“You don’t want to call me Megumi? Does it remind you too much of the book?”

Sukuna rested the rim of the glass against his bottom lip and smiled wide enough to be unable to drink. He shook his head. “I don’t mind it, if you don’t. I can separate the two.”

“Can I ask you if you like the books you read, or do you just… Do it? You know what I mean?”

“Sometimes.” Sukuna took the sip and leaned forward to set the glass on the table in front of the couch. Megumi’s eyes were glued to his chest as he did, the shirt loose enough for him to catch a glimpse of large pecs and tattoos. “This Shadow series is good. One of my favorites, actually. I’ve been looking forward to the release of this part.”

Something flipped hard in Megumi’s stomach. He did not want to appear too pushy or curious but with a dream of his just becoming fulfilled, it was hard not to tremble with excitement. To hear Sukuna say it being one of his favorites was one of the best compliments he could ever ask for.

“Really? I thought it was just, like. Porn, but with words.”

“It’s not.” Sukuna said it gently, and firmly. “There’s more to it than that. There is a lot of sex, sure, but Megumi is a nice character, and there is actually some plot.”

“Yeah?” Megumi raised his eyebrows. “Megumi’s quest to get laid?”

Sukuna laughed. “You haven’t read them? I’ll summarize, then. In the first book, it begins with Megumi, who is in her early thirties and has just broken up with her boyfriend, right? And she wants to get laid. She is frustrated that she has not been getting what she wanted from her boyfriend.”

“Sounds like a cliché.”

“Doesn’t mean it can’t be good. Clichés exists for a reason. People relate to it, and it can still be done in a whole lot of different ways. Anyway, Megumi goes out to see if she can find someone that has similar… tastes.”

“She wants to be dominated,” Megumi said, like a conclusional guess.

“Right.” Sukuna gestured to Megumi with a nod. “It might be a lot of sex scenes and all of that, but it’s easy to get invested besides that. Megumi is a doer, right? She takes care of things; she is reliable and self-dependent. That is shown more in the second installment, but she wants someone to take care of her, so she can finally let go of that control, but she struggles to find someone she trusts enough to do it with. A bit of a control-freak, I’d say. I find it to be written in a relatable way.”

“What, you want to be dominated?” Megumi could not help but ask, and his eyebrows climbed closer to his hairline when Sukuna smirked.

“I don’t mind it, even if I do prefer being the dominant partner.”

“Huh. I’m sorry, but I can’t imagine.”

“Because I am tall and buff?”

“No. Well, that might be part of it, but it’s something about your eyes.”

Megumi had almost said something about his voice, changed his mind when thinking about how used to hearing that Sukuna must be. His deep, sultry voice was perfectly suiting for a man who was in control, using it to command and, more importantly, praise. 

“My eyes?” Sukuna smiled, surprised, and intrigued. “How so?”

Megumi looked closer, trying to figure out how he was to express himself without sounding creepy. “You look very kind, I guess it is because your eyes are dark, but there is still something there that is just… Sharp. I don’t know.”

Sukuna held his gaze, slowly moving his eyes to look at Megumi’s left, and right eye, and back again. “You look sharp as well. And intelligent.”

“Now, that’s a compliment I like. Thank you.”

Megumi drank what he had left in his glass and set it aside. He did not miss the way Sukuna watched him as he did, nor that he discreetly inched closer. Sukuna cupped his chin once he leaned back. Heat prickled over his cheeks and his fingertips tingled at the realization that Sukuna acted like he was about to kiss him.

“Is it a good compliment to say that you look like a great kisser?” Sukuna’s voice was hushed.

“You really like to talk, don’t you?” Megumi murmured. He would like nothing more than to grab the collar to Sukuna’s shirt and yank him down the few centimeters needed. He brushed the tip of his fingers over the skin under Sukuna’s ear instead.

Touching him. He was actually touching him. Felt a small shiver tickle over Sukuna’s neck, tiny goosebumps taking shape under Megumi’s fingertips.

“You are the one that said you liked my voice,” Sukuna pointed out.

“Actions speak louder than words.”

“Fair enough.”

Sukuna leaned in. Heat burst out in Megumi’s stomach, warming him from the inside out, as their lips met. It was a good first kiss. Great, even. Sukuna’s hand came to rest in the small of Megumi’s back and he was urged closer, until he caught up on what Sukuna wanted him to do.  As smoothly as he could, he moved to straddle his lap.

Never had Megumi done anything like this before. He had hit it off quickly with people, but not like this. Sukuna’s hard-muscled thighs shifted under him as he adjusted himself, and ever had something so little made him feel so hot. Megumi held Sukuna’s hair, the other slid down to knead his muscular chest, and when he rolled his hips, Sukuna’s grip on his thighs hardened.

“Megumi,” he murmured.

“Sukuna?” Megumi smiled. 

“Fuck.” Sukuna’s hands slid over his thighs, his hips, and groped his ass. His grip was strong, and Megumi rolled his hips again, rubbing against Sukuna’s growing hard-on. “Fuck. I want you, so bad.”

“Yeah?”

Megumi wrapped his arms around Sukuna’s neck, kept grinding against his crotch, letting out soft moans close to Sukuna’s ear. Anyone could walk in there and see what they were up to, and he did not care one bit. It was a dream coming true. This man, the owner of the voice that he had masturbated to countless times over the past months, was right there, moaning with impatience. Because of Megumi.

“Yeah.”

“Tell me what you would do to me.”

“Mm.” Sukuna’s smile was heard in his voice. “I thought you said I talked too much?”

“I never said that.”

Sukuna looked at something over Megumi’s shoulder before he swiftly moved one hand to unbutton his pants. Megumi’s breath hitched as his hand disappeared inside his clothes, eyes growing wide.

“Wait,” Megumi breathed, grabbed Sukuna’s hair harder. “W-wait, Sukuna.”

“No one is going to see,” Sukuna whispered, lips nudging Megumi’s.

“It’s not that, I—” Megumi grabbed Sukuna’s wrist, but broad fingers had already reached his wet heat, and he swore he could feel Sukuna stiffen, if ever so slightly. Pressing his eyes shut, Megumi held his breath. An apology rested on the tip of his tongue when Sukuna's hand made its way deeper inside his clothes, the tip of his fingers teasing his hole.

“Already this wet for me, kitten?” Sukuna murmured in his ear. Megumi sucked in a sharp breath, held Sukuna’s hair in a vice grip with both hands as he buried his face into his neck. Kitten.  

“F-fuck…”

“You thought I would mind?” Sukuna licked the shell of his ear, then gave it a teasing bite. “I am almost offended.”

“Sorry,” Megumi whispered. Sukuna pushed his fingers deeper.

“Don’t be, kitten. I understand.” He paused, glanced down as he worked his hand deeper inside Megumi’s pants, the muscles in his forearm flexing. “Is it rude of me to assume that you like to be a little roughed up, baby?”

Greed simmered in Sukuna’s tone, and hope bloomed in Megumi’s chest. If he had thought Sukuna was too good to be true, this only further increased that feeling. Broad fingers slid deeper inside his heat; he was already so wet it was an easy slide.

“I think… I have more in common with the Megumi in the books other than my name.”

“Yeah. I think so too.”

Their position was clumsy. Megumi tried to move his legs to give Sukuna better access but his pants hugged too tight over his legs to allow it. Megumi pressed another greedy kiss on Sukuna’s lips, rocked his hips in hopes of getting more.

“Fuck."

“You always get this wet, or is it just for me?”  Sukuna spoke close to his ear.

A hard shudder tickled through Megumi’s spine. “For you.”

“That’s my good kitten.” Sukuna pushed his hand deeper down Megumi’s clothes, brows furrowing as he struggled to make his hand fit inside. It was not enough. Not nearly enough. Megumi clung to his shoulders, and no matter how good it felt, they couldn’t stay like this.

“Sukuna…” The thought of asking Sukuna to stop stuck in the back of his throat when the man curled his fingers harder, retrieved them far enough to shove them back up again. Megumi dipped his chin to his chest, fingers digging into the cotton of Sukuna’s shirt as his eyes fluttered shut. “Oh fuck.”

“You hear that?” Sukuna’s voice was like a purr. Scissoring his fingers, repeating the motion. And Megumi heard— the obscene, wet squelches of his dripping pussy.

“Let’s get out of here,” Megumi mumbled. “F-fuck, let’s go.”

He did not have to tell Sukuna twice.

They made their way out, climbed into a taxi that Sukuna waved to a stop and struggled hard not to make out the whole way to where Sukuna lived. Megumi was aware enough of his surroundings to notice that Sukuna lived not too far from him, but that was about it.

The taste of Sukuna still lingered in his mouth, and the feeling of his broad fingers sliding inside his cunt. Having him within reach but having enough respect for the poor taxi driver was one of the hardest battles he ever had to fight.

Sukuna paid for the ride, and they hurried inside the building and into the elevator that brought them up to the fifth floor. The second Sukuna had pushed the button, he hoisted Megumi up in his arms with little to no effort, pushed his body against the mirror and pressed his lips to his. Megumi wrapped his legs around his bulky frame, hands finding their way to hold Sukuna’s hair again, moaning into the filthy, longing kisses.

So many times had he dreamed about this, wishing to find someone he would find that instant spark with, only to conclude that it was something he would have to stick with writing about.

The elevator dinged, Sukuna held his arm out to keep the doors open, not yet ready to pull away from Megumi’s greedy, wanting lips.

Megumi stroked his palms over Sukuna’s shoulders, down his back, feeling his muscles flex under the tip of his fingers. He was by far the biggest guy Megumi had ever touched, and everything Megumi liked, if one was shallow enough to give a lot of attention to someone’s appearance.

Right there and then, Megumi was the shallowest person in the world, as he would not have cared one bit if Sukuna had the shittiest personality imaginable, he would still spread his legs wide open to get used by him.  

“Sukuna,” Megumi finally murmured between kisses. “Come on. You can’t fuck me in here either way.”

“Wanna bet?” Sukuna grinned.

Sukuna gave in, carried Megumi to his door. He didn’t even set Megumi down to take his shoes off once they were inside. Megumi somehow managed to get rid of them while Sukuna stepped out of his. With one hand resting under Megumi’s ass, Sukuna carried him straight to the bedroom through the dark apartment.

Megumi felt drunker than he had when they left the party once he laid on his back in Sukuna’s bed, weighed down by the hard-muscled man, his tongue exploring the inside of his mouth; a make-out session that made Megumi more turned on than he had ever been in his life.

With his legs hooked tightly around Sukuna’s frame, he pushed his ass against Sukuna’s crotch, once more grinding against him. Sukuna’s jaw tensed, rolled his hips in return, once, twice, leaned his head back with a groan. The shape of him through the clothes was enough for Megumi to get even wetter. He could not wait to see Sukuna undressed, while he also enjoyed being forced to long for a while, allowing the heat in his body to grow even hotter.

Sukuna must think the same, as he still did not do anything to get rid of his clothes. With a firm hold of Megumi’s ass, he pushed him harder against his crotch, letting Megumi really feel his hard cock sliding over his ass through their clothes. He leaned down for another kiss, and another. Wet, sloppy, filthy.

“You taste so good.” Sukuna licked Megumi’s bottom lip. ”I can’t get enough of kissing you. I could go on the whole night.”

“Please don’t,” Megumi mumbled, to which Sukuna breathed out a small laugh. 

“Don’t worry kitten, you’ll get more.” Megumi’s expression must have revealed something, as Sukuna’s smile grew wider. “You like it when I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” Megumi mumbled. “I like it when you talk.”

“Wasn’t it actions that spoke louder than words?”

“Can’t I have both?”

“Of course, kitten. I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

“Then start by getting undressed. I can’t stand this any longer.”

“As you wish.”

Sukuna grabbed his shirt by the neck and swiftly pulled it over his head. Megumi would have loved to trace the tip of his fingers over Sukuna’s tattoos but did not have the patience for it now. Instead, he moved away to give Sukuna room to get rid of his jeans as well. When all he had left was his underwear, Megumi moved in closer again, wrapped his hand around Sukuna’s cock through the fabric, feeling him up. It was a struggle to wrap his hand around like that, but the soft groan Sukuna let out made it worth it.

Megumi had always been a bit shy about touching others, afraid to do something wrong, to be awkward and clumsy, leading him to be quite the pillow princess. Now, he understood that he had not slept with someone he really wanted to touch prior to this. He wanted to touch Sukuna, awkward or not. Wanted to be the cause of his breath hitching.

“Megumi,” Sukuna eventually murmured. “Please.”

Megumi obeyed, hooked his thumbs in Sukuna’s underwear and pulled them down, allowing his hard cock to spring free. While Megumi had never ever felt that dicks were pretty in any kind of way, it had to be admitted that Sukuna’s looked really… appetizing. Megumi licked his lips while he rubbed his thumb over the leaking head, feeling him up with his other hand. Hot, throbbing.

Hard.

So fucking hard.

“I can really imagine how good you would look with my cock down your throat.”

Megumi’s eyes darted up. Sukuna’s smile could only be described as hungry. It made him look like a predator, in the best possible way.

“Do you think you could do it?” Sukuna continued. He stroked his thumb over Megumi’s lips before gently tugging the bottom one, urging him to part them. Megumi opened his mouth and stretched his tongue out, begging with his eyes. Sukuna’s gaze melted as he slipped two fingers in, eyebrows slowly climbing closer to his hairline as he pushed them in deeper, and deeper.

The tip of his fingers reached Megumi’s throat, and Megumi kept his mouth open, letting him see how he could take it. Because he could. If there was anything he had never doubted, it was his ability to deepthroat a cock, the size of a python or not.

“Oh,” Sukuna murmured. Almost like a purr. “Look at you…You most certainly could. How many cocks have you had in your throat? How young were you when you started?”

Megumi blinked, slowly, saying nothing as they were not questions for him to really answer. Sukuna wrapped his other hand around Megumi’s neck. Megumi had forgotten about his own hands, and when remembering that he himself had a job to do, he moved his hand over Sukuna’s shaft again. Sukuna pressed his fingers in deeper, wiggling them, teasing Megumi’s uvula until he gagged.

“That’s it,” Sukuna whispered in Megumi’s ear. A hard shiver tickled down his ear, over his neck, trailing down his spine. Soon, Sukuna was fucking Megumi’s mouth with his fingers. Megumi knitted his brows, concentrating on not forgetting about his own hands again, and to breathe at the right pace. “Such beautiful sounds. Makes it easy to imagine you on your knees.”

Megumi rolled his tongue over Sukuna’s fingers, a sultry moan all he could reply with. It was like a fever dream, all of it. Megumi had never been wetter in his life, he could actually feel it running down his thighs, even while still dressed.

“Would you like that?” Sukuna’s voice dropped an octave. He pressed his fingers deeper, reaching Megumi’s throat. Megumi choked, gasped, saliva smearing over his lips. Sukuna’s gaze fixed on his mouth, hypnotized. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. You were made for this, weren’t you? I was thinking that I want to fuck that little pussy of yours, but now, hearing you like this? You are making me reconsider, kitten. I would love to see you cry and drool and whimper on my cock. Hold your hair, fuck your throat until you can’t talk for days.”

“Both.” Megumi moaned weakly around Sukuna’s fingers. Sukuna’s movements halted.

“What was that?”

“Both,” Megumi repeated. “Give me both.”

“You know what,” Sukuna mumbled. “That’s a lovely idea. I just hope I can muster the strength to stop myself from coming down your throat once I get started.”

The grip Sukuna had on his neck was released in favor of him unbuckling Megumi’s pants. As his hand found its way inside his clothes, Megumi was almost embarrassed by how wet he had become, cheeks heating up when Sukuna’s fingers slid over his slippery cunt. Sukuna breathed out a small, pleased sigh in Megumi’s ear when slipping two fingers inside, kept the other two in his mouth.

“Fuck, you are so wet. You must really enjoy hearing my voice.”

“M-mh… Yes- god, nnh…” Megumi moved his tongue over the broad digits in his mouth, gasped soundly when Sukuna circled his thumb over his hard clit. “Ng- hah..!”

Eventually, Sukuna grew tired of the clumsy position they were in, pulled his fingers from Megumi’s mouth and quickly got rid of the remaining clothes. Once naked, Megumi was flipped over on his stomach and yanked up on his knees, and two fingers slid back inside his hole. Sukuna leaned over and fed his mouth two fingers from his other hand again, and he must have switched hands from before, because Megumi could taste himself.

“Good boy,” Sukuna whispered, close to his ear again. “You like that, don’t you, kitten? It doesn’t matter which hole I use, as long as I have my way with you.”

“M-mhg, yes,” Megumi gasped, the fingers in his mouth sliding back and forth over his tongue in the same rhythm as Sukuna fucked his pussy. “Oh fuck, yes.”

“Do you want it harder?” Sukuna did so without waiting for an answer. Megumi choked, his cunt clenching hard, chasing the upbuilt pleasure in the pit of his stomach. Sukuna hummed, a low, pleased sound. “You were made for being used like this, kitten. You are absolutely perfect. So beautiful.”

Megumi’s voice came out as a low chant of ah and oh, rocking back and forth to get Sukuna’s fingers deeper, on both ends. He didn’t care at all about his needy behavior, had never cared less than he did then. He didn’t care if any sound he made was weird or too loud or if he didn’t curve his spine as well as he could. All he wanted was to keep chasing his orgasm, the simmer starting to come up to a boil, legs quivering, so close, so close, so close.

Sukuna stopped, flashed a teasing smile when Megumi glared over his shoulder. He licked his glistering fingers off.

“You taste divine.”

“What are you doing?” Megumi mumbled. The tingle of the orgasm faded, leaving him aching. “Don’t stop now.” 

Sukuna flipped him over on his back as he was light as a feather, which he most likely was to that man, and spread his legs wide. Megumi caught the drift, hooked his hands in the hollow of his knees and pulled them closer to his chest.

“What good would it be for you to come on my fingers, kitten?” Sukuna spat in his hand, the sound alone enough to make Megumi shudder, and he salivated when watching Sukuna smear it over his cock. With his other hand, Sukuna stroked his thumb over Megumi’s swollen folds. “I really think you are wet enough to take me like this. Incredible.”

“I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth.”

“I changed my mind again. Is it okay like this?”

“Yeah. Come on.”

Sukuna slid the head of his cock over Megumi’s folds, once, two times, three times, teasing his hole by pushing the head in, and then pulling back again. Megumi’s teeth sank down his bottom lip with a small frown, listening to the sounds with increasing embarrassment. No matter how wet he was, it was hard to think that the whole thing would fit inside. Megumi was not necessarily tiny, but with that bulky mass of a man above him, he felt smaller than ever.

Sukuna eventually grabbed Megumi’s thighs, pushed them closer to Megumi’s chest to give himself more room. Megumi had always been flexible, and when Sukuna figured that out, he ended up folding him practically in half, Megumi’s legs resting on Sukuna’s shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Sukuna’s lips brushed over Megumi’s. “You really are tight, baby.”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.” Megumi breathed. “Come on.”

“Patience, kitten. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You are underestimating me.”

“No,” Sukuna murmured. “You are underestimating me.”

As he finally gave up on his teasing and slid inside Megumi’s aching cunt, Megumi’s head fell back, and he inhaled sharply, nearly choking. He had fucked himself wide open with a wide range of toys, but it could not compare to this. Not even the slightest. It did not burn, didn’t hurt, but it was so much.

“Oh my god,” Megumi gasped. “O-oh fuck, so big, you’re so big, fuck.”

Sukuna caressed Megumi’s legs in soothing motions. When Megumi glanced down, he saw that he had not even pushed halfway in.

“Relax.” Sukuna gave a gentle roll with his hips, slid in deeper, and deeper, until Megumi couldn’t take anymore. Still not all the way in, but there was no way he could take more without it hurting. “Are you alright?”

Megumi managed to nod. More than alright, unlike anything he ever thought he would feel, and he was a writer of erotica but lacked the vocabulary to describe what he felt in that moment.

As if to try it, Megumi clenched the muscles in his pussy. Sukuna responded with a low groan and took a firmer hold on his thighs.

“Can I move?” Sukuna murmured.

“Please.”

It started out tentative, more so than Megumi would have wished for but desperately needed. Sukuna took his time feeling him out, before he dared to do it harder. And then even harder.

“Oh my g-h…” Megumi scrambled his hands over the bed to hold onto something, didn’t know what, but found Sukuna’s legs and grabbed onto them as if his life depended on it. Every thrust caused a wet squelch, mixed with the sounds of low groans, pants and curses.

Megumi’s eyes crossed with the orgasm that began to build up again, fast and hard. Never had he been filled so well, so right. “Fuck.”

“You’re taking me so well, kitten,” Sukuna breathed. “So good for me.”

Hearing Sukuna like that and not just through his headphones and pretending his sultry words were directed at him, was too good to be true. Megumi preened, wishing so badly to hear more, be praised again, and again.

“T-thank you,” Megumi gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

 “You are really tight, baby. And look at this mess you are making.”

Sukuna pulled out, fisted himself and gave a couple of lazy strokes, his cock glistering wet from Megumi’s slick. Megumi, trembling with impatience, did not have it in him to enjoy that teasing when he had been filled so well.

“Please,” Megumi panted. “I was so close.”

“Already?” Sukuna kept teasing his hole, pushing in only a little before leaning back. Megumi tipped his head back with a groan. The buildup of that orgasm had already faded, the heat simmering down again. “I’m flattered.”

“F-fuck, come on.”

“What do we say when we want something, Megumi, baby?”

Megumi whimpered at that. It was a line from his book, one that he had listened to on repeat while rubbing his clit like a maniac. “Oh god, please, Sukuna, don’t stop.”

“That’s my good girl.” Megumi nearly flinched. Sukuna stiffened, sucked in a breath. Before he could speak, Megumi grabbed his arms, fingers sinking into bulging biceps and stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

“You sure?” Sukuna whispered back. Megumi nodded, frantically, and a curious spark lit up in Sukuna’s eyes. “You like it?”

“Y-yeah.” He had heard Sukuna use the phrase so many times while listening to his books, yet the heat that had collided within him when hearing it now was beyond anything that the audio book recordings had ever caused. “I like it a lot.”

“Ah…” Sukuna brushed the back of his hand over the side of Megumi’s neck, leaned in and trailed wet kisses over his neck, up to his ear. His voice low, mixed with a hint of a growl when he spoke: “Good girl. Open up for me.”

He pushed inside, hard, sharp, punching a yelp from Megumi. More loosened up now, the slide getting easier, and Sukuna dared to fuck him harder, more ruthless. Megumi wrapped his legs around Sukuna’s waist, holding on to him in a way that was way too intimate for a first time, moaning and mewling against his neck.

“Oh my god.” Megumi’s voice was merely a whimper. Never had he been very vocal in bed, but it spilled from him like liquid now. He wanted Sukuna to know exactly how good he felt, and for him to return the favor. “Please, like that, nhh… S..kna…“

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Sukuna breathed in his hair. “Are you close, baby? Going to come on my cock?”

“Yes,” Megumi sobbed. “So close, I’m so close, don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

Finally, the build-up he had lost twice already, reached the peak. It came on strong, each of Sukuna’s thrust hitting right where he needed, his cunt clenched so hard it caused the man above him to groan, fucking him through the leg-numbing orgasm, leaving Megumi being nothing but shivers and broken moans. All he could do was take it, take it, take it. 

“Baby,” Sukuna panted, running out of breath. “Megumi, I’m going to come inside you.”

Megumi pawed his hands over Sukuna’s back, eyes rolling back in his head. “Please, ye-hnn, please.”

“Good girl.” Sukuna groaned in Megumi’s ear, and it must be on purpose, how he really made sure to make it drawn out, deep, shuddering. Megumi had never heard a man moan like that in his life. Hot streaks of cum filled him, Sukuna’s breaths hitching, brushing over his ear. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s my good girl. Take it all, baby.”

“O-oh my god.”

They ended up as sweaty piles on the bed, panting and gasping. Sukuna’s cock buried deep, still throbbing inside him, slowly growing soft. Megumi stared at the ceiling, hands resting on Sukuna’s burning hot back, waiting for the trembles and buzzes to simmer.

It still didn’t feel real. Megumi had only dreamed of getting fucked so good, and the surreal feeling was still all over him once Sukuna gently pulled out.

“Wow,” Sukuna breathed. He swept his bleary eyes over Megumi. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Megumi still felt out of breath, stroked both hands over his face before he nodded. “I’m more than okay. I gotta wash off.”

“The bathroom is to the right. Take whatever you need.”

Still completely drained, Megumi got up from bed to seek out the bathroom. He took care of the worst of the mess with a quick rinse in the shower, returned back to Sukuna with a towel wrapped around his waist. Sukuna had put his underwear back on by then, watched with lidded eyes as Megumi fetched his clothes from the floor. Megumi scrunched his nose at the damp, cold feeling of the fabric of his underwear.

“Leave it,” Sukuna chuckled. “I’ll wash them for you in the morning. Come.”

Relieved that he got offered to sleep over, Megumi dropped the underwear back to the floor, hung the towel over the backrest of a chair in the corner of the room and joined Sukuna in bed. Nudging Sukuna’s arm with his own was enough to almost feel burned by his skin.

“God, you’re warm.”

“So I’ve been told. I’ll try and keep my distance. How long do you usually sleep in the morning?”

“Not that long,” Megumi murmured. He thought it would be impossible for him to feel tired after this, but he was already so drowsy his tongue didn’t seem to be able to move the way he wanted it to. “I’m falling asleep.”

“Mm, I can hear that. Sleep tight, kitten.”

When Megumi woke up the morning after, his clothes were washed and left in a neat pile on the same chair Megumi left the towel. The room was empty, but he heard water running in the bathroom mixed with low hums, and the pleasant aroma of newly brewed coffee brushed through the air.

Megumi turned to lay on his back, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.

Ryomen Sukuna. The voice of his dreams. Calling him kitten, a good girl, splitting him in half with his giant dick. Everything happening the way he fantasized about and wrote in his novels.

The question was how he was going to stop himself from writing a sex scene that played out exactly the way things had happened last night in his upcoming story. Stealing every word spoken, the whole scenario with the party, the kisses in the elevator, the way Sukuna had not asked for permission to finish inside but instead told him that he was.

Thinking about it, he should do exactly that. He would not get to see the look on Sukuna’s face when he realized what had happened but imagining it would be good enough.

Perhaps being a writer was not so bad after all.

Notes:

Not me dropping little cameos to like three of my own fics lmao.

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