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The dry weather that evening surprises Megumi as it had been raining non-stop for the past few days. The small break in the weather does good to lift his already sour mood. He adjusts the hem of his red mini dress to recover the small knife strapped to his leg, and applies a fresh scent patch to his neck as he rounds the street corner, the club entrance finally coming into view. He can already hear the bumping music that leaked from the door, echoing off of the buildings around him. It was the type of music Nobara forces him and Yuji to listen to when they hang out with her. Megumi cringes.
The omega ignores the outcries coming from the line of people adjacent to him as he skips to the front and approaches the bouncer. Fishing out the card Shiu gave him earlier that week, it displays his assignment and the name of his employer, an expensive protection and service agency designated only for high profile clients.
“Here,” Megumi hands him the card.
Due to his younger age and petite stature, Shiu typically only gives him beginner jobs, ones where he barely has to physically exert himself, usually PI work. His last assignment was to prevent a lawyer’s son from hanging out with the wrong crowd. The young alpha and his friends had been tarnishing his father’s reputation by getting in trouble with the law. It was painfully obvious that he had no prior experience with omegas, so much so that Megumi easily coerced the son into cleaning his act up, claiming he’d never mate with an omega with the way he had been acting.
However, tonight is Megumi’s first real hands-on assignment: a possible assaination attempt.
The bouncer gives the card back to the omega, not before eyeballing his attire first. Wanting to blend in as best he could, Megumi chose the smallest dress he could find in Nobara’s closet when he found out he’d be going to a club for this client. The bouncer jerks his head to the side, indicating he was good to enter. As he pushes past through the door, the alpha takes the opportunity to smack his ass, out of sight of the people waiting in line of course. Megumi throws a sharp glare over his shoulder at the bouncer.
The blend of alcohol, sweat, and horniness is nauseating to Megumi as he walks along the edge of the main dance floor. He much rather have joined Nobara in sleeping over at Yuji’s tonight than be groped and scent sick. Obviously they gave him grief over having to work on their sacred movie nights.
He wades deeper into the main room of the club, bodies bumping into each other, drinks sloshing around, colored lights flashing. He is really regretting taking this assignment.
Finally making way up to the bar, he spots his client lounging on a couch in the loft overlooking the club. Ryomen Sukuna, wealthy CEO that dabbles in underground business occasionally.
Megumi feels his face light on fire as he gets flustered by this alpha’s appearance. He had been expecting an ancient, wrinkled-up businessman like how all his past clients have been, not this massively built man. The only description he had been given previously was the pink hair. Why this man needed a bodyguard was unknown to him.
The omega orders himself a drink, a cosmo. Not his usual order, but given the situation, he wanted something flirty to sip on. Instead of watching the bartender make his drink, he finds his gaze drawing back to the glass windows above to spot the alpha’s eyes already locked onto him.
Megumi holds his stare for a minute before directing his attention to the glass set in front of him. Confident he still has an audience, he leans into the bar table further, pushing his ass out some and resting his hand on his palm as he sips down his drink.
Before Megumi can come up with a game plan on how to make contact with the alpha, a hand taps him on the shoulder, informing him that the omega has been requested to join Sukuna in the VIP loft.
Megumi pushes off the counter, not before tipping his head back to gulp down the rest of his drink, and turns to saunter towards the stairs.
Problem solved, he thinks. It’s showtime.
The stairs are located along the back wall of the club, almost out of sight to the main room to prevent the sea of people from attempting to mingle with the VIP guests. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Megumi scans across the room before picking out the alpha reclining at the far end of the room, who then waves him over by patting his lap.
Megumi pauses once he stands in front of the man, never before has he ever had to be physical with any of his past clients so his apprehension was warranted. The man huffs in amusement at his animosity before settling deeper into the sofa and patting his thigh once again. Megumi climbs on top of him as directed this time, though he just barely rests on the edge of his thighs.
The alpha snakes his arm around the omega’s waist, other hand on his thigh, manhandling him on his lap so that he is ass to groin, his breath hitches. Chest pressing into the alpha, Megumi can smell the man’s outdoorsy scent — sandalwood and tuberose.
Megumi’s hands find purchase on those broad shoulders, clutching the fabric of his suit. He takes this as an opportunity to really look at his client up close, at the beauty of the man that he’s currently using as a chair. The jagged scar running down the side of his right cheek leading into his sharp jawline, the thick corded muscles in the man’s shoulders and neck, the strength in his arm and hand holding him upright. Without a doubt, this alpha is double, maybe triple, his size. The omega’s instincts purr inwardly at such a display of pure alpha.
He looks up to meet the alpha’s gaze right as the latter starts to lean into his ear. “You were quite thirsty down there. Let’s get you another drink,” he murmurs, waving his hand to flag one of the attendants.
Nervous, he avoids the eyes stripping him down, instead watching the attendant head to the smaller bar on that floor for their drinks. Despite his embarrassment, he’s almost glad he wore the dress he has on, providing the alpha some eye candy as the red fabric has slowly rode up exposing the tops of his thighs. Not that Megumi would outright admit it, but he is definitely attracted to his client.
Megumi is handed his drink by the beta nearby, not another cosmo as this one was more milky, the omega is not familiar with its name if it even had one. Sukuna’s drink is sat on the side table for the meantime.
“No need to get shy now,” the hand not used to support his back guides his chin upwards, tilting his head to force the omega to make eye contact. “What’s a little bunny like you doing in a place like this?”
Megumi suddenly has the realization that his client has no idea that the omega perched on his lap is who he hired as a bodyguard. Due to sharing his last name with his father, who is a popular hire within the agency, most clients expect an oversized, beefed up alpha with the ability to wipe out a whole room with only his bare hands. Not the slim and reserved omega that Megumi is, who’s only past fighting experience was with the bullies he’d sent to the nurse’s office in high school.
Megumi’s mouth goes dry. Remembering the drink in his hand he lifts the cup close to his mouth. There’s a prominent almond smell about the liquor inside that makes him change his mind about taking a sip. The objective of his assignment has become clear to the omega.
“I’m here for you,” he straightens up.
The alpha cocks a brow and smirks, thinking the omega is playing coy. Megumi fishes out his assignment card to hold in front of his eyes long enough for the alpha to read the company name before sticking it back into his dress.
The shock Megumi expected never shows on Sukuna’s face, instead the smirk widens further. His hands wind tighter around Megumi’s waist, fingers almost touching each other with how large the alpha is.
“To think the agency would send a little omega such as yourself to protect someone like me, they must have sent the wrong Fushiguro.”
The insult lights a fire within Megumi, a bit peeved at the alpha undermining his abilities but it is clear that the alpha is by no means upset at the current predicament.
“You think I can’t be of service?” The double meaning to the word service becomes transparent as Megumi pushes back against the alpha’s crotch and grinds downwards. His client lets out a soft sigh.
“What does an alpha like you even need a bodyguard for anyways?” Frotting a bit harder than before now that he feels encouraged, he could feel Sukuna start to stiffen in his pants.
“Being as wealthy as I am with my current connections, attempts on my life are quite common, not that I can handle them myself, but can’t a man want to go out for a night without having to worry? Though, I can’t see how seducing your clients is the best method of protection,” Sukuna purrs.
“I’m highly successful in my line of work,” Megumi rolls his eyes, rolls his hips. “Just admit it, you need me.”
The alpha's grin is downright predatory as he pulls Megumi closer, faces almost touching. “You’re right, Blessing. I do think I need you.”
They share a few more breaths before their lips crash into each other, Megumi’s spare hand gripping the shoulder tighter to keep his balance, the glass still in his other hand.
After several minutes of bruising kissing they break apart, breathing deeply. Eyes drifting, Megumi notices the attendant back at the bar closely watching the pair, anxiety clearly written in their face. You would think if someone had the confidence to drug a person's drink they’d be able to save face when their plan begins to veer off course.
Megumi struggles to find an excuse to get Sukuna to leave the club, it was obvious that the attendant was going to continue to spike their drinks until he was successful in killing the pair. Eyes returning back to Sukuna, he leans back in to resume kissing him.
His wrist was beginning to grow tired from holding the full glass. Not being able to reach the side table in his current predicament, the light bulb finally goes off in his head. Still making out with the alpha, he feigns a jolt of pleasure and lurches forward, spilling his drink down the front of Sukuna’s suit.
Sukuna immediately propels forward from his reclined position on the sofa and Megumi springs from his lap to stand between his thighs now, the alpha’s hands still holding his waist. He looks at Megumi expectantly for an explanation for his clumsiness.
Megumi blushes and averts his gaze, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but no alpha has made me feel like that before.” He hopes the alpha doesn’t see through his little stunt.
Sukuna’s bore into him, the blank stare unwavering for several moments before he pulls the omega closer to lean into his ear, “Darling, have you ever been with an alpha before?”
Megumi shakes his head slowly, mortified at revealing such intimate details about himself, only his two closest friends know anything about his non-existent love life.
Ruined clothes forgotten, Sukuna rises, guiding them to the elevator in the back of the lounge. Megumi makes sure to smirk at the red faced attendant as they pass, another successful mission for the omega.
As soon as the elevator doors shut behind them, Sukuna crowds the omega, caging him against the wall. A hand sneaks its way down to grope at Megumi’s ass. A thigh nudges between his own, pushing up the skirt of his dress more, their kiss set at a punishing pace. If the alpha couldn’t smell the slick dripping from him before, he could now that they were in this enclosed space.
Lips travel down his neck, teasing near the covered scent gland on his nape before the elevator pings announcing their arrival at the first floor. The doors open to the VIP entrance located in the back of the club.
Sukuna hoists Megumi up into his arms before the omega has a chance to react, his bare skin sticking to the alpha’s shirt as he clings to him.
It’s pouring rain when they step outside, the awning doing little to prevent them from getting soaked. Megumi’s almost thankful for the rain now that the drink’s stickiness has washed off their bodies.
Sukuna’s driver eventually rolls up to the building, the alpha gently setting the omega inside the car on the back leather seat before climbing in himself.
As they are driven to what Megumi assumed was the alpha’s home, Sukuna rests his hand on his thigh, squeezing the flesh. Megumi subtly spreads his legs to give the alpha better access, which he doesn’t hesitate to take full advantage of.
The hand creeps up the inside of his thigh, gently brushing against his panties. He did not expect for it to feel so different from his own hand, his wet clothes do nothing to cool down his body from the heat growing in his abdomen.
Megumi hears the alpha huff in amusement as a knuckle dares to slide up against the fabric more firmly, circling right against his clit. He can’t help the small whimper that escapes his mouth, eyes falling shut.
The finger strokes down his cunt with more force, Megumi's hips starting to push against them in hopes to increase the pressure. He can feel eyes glued to him, eyes that are not wanting to miss a second of the omega chasing his own pleasure and the breathy sighs he releases.
Megumi’s inexperience makes him more sensitive than probably the average person, the small movements causing electricity to pulse within him. As soon as the pleasure starts to peak, the hand pulls away. Head whipping up, Megumi frantically looks at the alpha. The door of the car is open, Megumi has no idea how long it has been since they arrived.
“Let’s get inside, little blessing,” Sukuna reaches for Megumi once again, this time the omega is thankful as he’s unsure he could even stand.
Walking into the luxurious house, Sukuna detours them to the bathroom. Setting him down onto the tiled floors, he offers Megumi a fluffy towel to dry off. His dress is completely soaked through, so instead of wiping himself down, he reaches behind him to grasp the zipper. The sound of it being pulled down snaps the alpha to attention, eyes darkening as he froze in place, completely disregarding that his own clothes are soaked.
He is suddenly full of confidence, despite never stripping in front of someone before, as he steps out of the dress leaving him only in his pair of panties, equally wet from both rain and slick.
Megumi looks up at the alpha through his brow. Still feeling that flirty high, he taunts the alpha, “I was getting cold staying in that dress. I may need help warming back up.” He shrugs, his nonchalant expression starting to crack under the other’s stare as he tugs the ruined scent patch from his neck.
With the overly sweet rosemary and lavender scent blooming in the room, the alpha pounces on him in a flash, lips colliding into his, and he stumbles from the force back into the bathroom counter. The alpha is quick to lead them out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom, never once breaking their contact.
The omega is immediately hit with the thick musky scent that blankets the room, making feel like he was suddenly in heat with how desperate he is feeling.
Sukuna backs him to the bed, gently pushing him down to lay on his back, resting on the dark plush comforter. Sukuna lowers himself to the floor onto his knees as he tugs Megumi's hips closer to the edge, almost flush to his face. His hot breath against his wet panties sends chills up his sides.
The alpha mouths at his swelling clit through the cotton, choking a moan out from Megumi, back arching slightly as he sits up to look wide eyed at Sukuna.
Eyes never breaking from each other, his fingers drift up to hook under the fabric, slowly pulling the panties down his legs. There’s a strand of slick that connects the two together.
The alpha sits back on his haunches as he completely removes his underwear. Megumi can only stare with his mouth agape, as the alpha brings his panties up to his face and sucks on them clean of slick.
Sukuna’s eyes roll back into his head as a moan pulls deep from his chest, “Darling, you taste amazing.”
He quickly drops the underwear to the floor. Arms wrapping under Megumi's knees, the alpha yanks him forward, mouth suctioned directly to his glistening cunt.
Megumi screams, his hands slap against Sukuna’s shoulders, nails digging in to anchor himself. The alpha continues to slurp at his clit, like an animal finding an oasis in the desert. It’s not long before Megumi feels a finger prod next to the alpha’s tongue, tracing the outline of his entrance.
“Please!” Megumi begs, eyes squeezed shut as he trembles at the sensation. It’s nothing he had ever felt before, even when he touched himself on his own.
Giving into the omega’s sweet begging, he dips his finger in his cunt. His eyes flick up to monitor the omega’s face as he curls the finger into the spongy part inside as he continues to suckle as his clit.
That is all it took for Megumi to reach his peak as his back bows off the bed, a moan warbling from his mouth.
This did not stop the alpha’s movements, plunging the finger in and out of the omega continuously gliding along that one spot. The omega trembles, trying to push the alpha away to have some reprieve after his first orgasm but he does not budge.
A second finger was added stretching the omega further. The overstimulation becomes too much for the omega as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. Sukuna doesn’t bother listening to him when he begs him to stop.
Stopping is secretly the last thing Megumi wants and the alpha knows that. His hand speeds up to bring Megumi closer to his second orgasm. This time, clear liquid sprays from his cunt onto Sukuna’s face.
The alpha grins ferociously, “I knew you had it in you.” He gently pulls his fingers out.
As if just now remembering the wet clothes were still on his body, Sukuna stands up, removing his outer jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt, tattoos mapping their way down the alpha’s chest framing his plump pecs.
“I’d like to see what the pretty mouth of yours is capable of, but I’m too impatient for the main course,” says the alpha as he pulls his belt loose.
Megumi can’t pull his eyes away from the alpha as he kicks off pants, it seems that the alpha was just gigantic all over, cock swinging low as Sukuna gets near again, towering over him. Megumi's stomach pits. It’s not going to fit but he wants it so bad.
“What’s that look for, blessing? Don’t tell me you have second thoughts now,” the alpha kneels on the bed caressing Megumi's sides, hands finding their place on his hips.
Megumi shakes his head softly. “Just nervous, I’m afraid it’ll hurt.”
Sukuna lifts the omega up to lay in the middle of the bed, head resting on the pillows. “It may hurt at first but that’s normal, it’ll fade quickly.”
Alpha covers his body with his own to make out with the omega again, grinding his hips into him to distract Megumi from his budding anxiety.
Once the omega’s tense muscles relax, the alpha pulls away, forehead to forehead, “You okay to go further?”
Megumi nods.
The alpha resumes their kiss as he maneuvers the omega’s legs to wrap around his waist, the tip gliding between his slick folds, occasionally catching on his entrance. Megumi whimpers, the new feeling of being empty growing stronger as the minutes pass by.
The alpha coos at him, “If you want something, use your words.”
“Inside,” Megumi whines. “Please, alpha!”
The head notches at his entrance and slowly does the alpha push forwards. The stretch burns as the cock bullies its way inside the omega inch by inch, though it’s not as painful as Megumi feared. He finds himself craving more and wishing the alpha would be quicker.
Finally Sukuna slides all the way in, tip kissing the omega’s cervix. Megumi trembles at the feeling of being full, his instincts preening. After several minutes of him adjusting, he starts to roll his hips to create whatever friction he can.
Taking this as a sign that Megumi was ready, Sukuna pulls out until only the tip rests barely before slamming back inside. The omega gasps audibly, legs tensing at the heavy sensation.
The alpha continues to thrust deep and slow, ensuring Megumi can feel every drag along his walls.
Megumi finds him craving more, he keens to the alpha in hopes of his understanding. “Alpha, more!”
Sukuna does not hesitate to start pistoning his hips harder into Megumi, the slap of skin filling the room. His hand sneaks down to press against the neglected clit, making the omega groan.
It’s not long before Megumi feels his gut tense as he reaches his peak. Fingers unrelenting, Megumi comes.
Half expecting the alpha to reach his own finish, Megumi falls back flat onto the bed, deflating. Sukuna pulls out all the way causing the omega to panic, thinking he messed up somehow as he mourns the feeling of being full. Megumi is suddenly flipped into his stomach and hips pulled into the air assuming a presenting position.
Instead of the alpha sliding back into him, he feels the alpha’s tongue in him again, slowly slurping up the omega’s spend. The motion almost gives the smaller man some reprieve.
After a few minutes of the alpha eating him out, he pulls back to line himself back up to Megumi’s entrance and slamming full force. Megumi yelps, surprised at the sudden change of pace.
Megumi frantically latches onto the sheets in order to help brace himself so he doesn’t slam his head into the headboard as he copies the alpha’s movements bouncing back. Sukuna’s pace is brutal as he carves a home for his cock within his cunt, causing the omega to feel that white hot feeling in his gut once more. The alpha’s speed increases, movements starting to be more jerky as he approaches his own climax.
As if his instincts know what is about to happen, Megumi arches his back as far as he can, warbling out “Knot! Alpha please, knot!”
The alpha leans down to lay over his back, kissing along the omega’s neck. He can feel the base of his cock swelling, stretching him thin, knot close to popping.
“Inside! Inside! Please alpha!” Megumi can feel tears threatening to spill, never before experiencing this caliber of pleasure before in his life.
He never wants it to end but he anxiously needs the knot to plug him full. Megumi pushes back onto the cock harder than before, tip close to penetrating his cervix, or maybe it already was inside his womb.
It is getting more difficult for the alpha to pull out where his knot is almost full size. To compensate for the shallower thrusts the alpha reaches under Megumi’s hips to circle his fingers around his clit again. The omega’s legs tremble from the overstimulation, leaning forward to try and escape. Sukuna uses his other hand to pull the omega’s hips back, keeping him in place as the alpha finally snaps his hips forward to push the knot all the way into his cunt, flooding his womb with his hot seed.
Megumi comes for the final time, squirting down the alpha’s legs and soaking the bed once again.
The room is quiet except for the sound of small kisses being pressed up the omega’s and along his neck. Slowly does the alpha adjust the pair to lay on their sides while they wait for the knot to go down.
The warmth from the alpha does nothing to stop Megumi from shivering, still reeling from the aftershocks of his last orgasm. The alpha wraps his arms around his body, hand rubbing down his stomach, a slight press to where there was a slight bulge. The omega whimpers in response, the feeling not helping how worn out he was feeling.
“Shhh, you did amazing,” the alpha coos, pressing more kisses into the omega’s nape. Megumi should be alarmed that Sukuna’s mouth is so close to his scent gland, but deep down his instincts trust him to wait until they get to know each other more, assuming the alpha wants to continue to see him after tonight.
Megumi turns his head to look at the older man, using his hand to guide his face closer, lips brushing languidly against each other.
After some time, the knot loosens allowing the alpha’s spend to leak down the clef of Megumi’s ass, dropping onto the sheets. The alpha doesn’t pull out, instead gently grinds into the omega teasingly.
“I don’t think I'm going to be able to let you go. You’ll have to tell the agency you can only take assignments from me,” Sukuna declares as the grinding gradually intensifies. “I can get jealous easily.”
Megumi can’t find himself to be mad at the alpha’s words.