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Megumi Fushiguro is noticed of his good friend's uncle. His bright spirit dumb talkative good friend, and his uncle who can't seem to keep his eyes off of our poor Megumi. The eyes are deep red and full of passion for one and one alone. Megumi’s good friend isn't aware of what has been going on between him and his uncle for the past few months but it's known between the taller and Fushiguro that there's no need for awkward glances or stares anymore. In fact, they are more than just a brush of a shoulder in the living room. If those walls could talk they would be more familiar with Sukuna’s name than Megumi’s. Yuji has no part of this association, no.. not Yuji. But Fushiguro Megumi.
The two friends lay on Yuji's plush bedding scrolling on their phones, occasionally showing each other videos or photos on their respective devices then going back to silence. Megumi rolls onto his side, lifting his shirt in the process. He pays no mind to his action with it being second nature and he is merely moving for his own comfort on the shared bed. As his shirt lifts above his hips and lays in the center of his stomach there lays a dark purple splotch larger than a few fingers dynamiter on his waist. Yuji takes a quick glance at his friend's movement and takes quick notice of the discoloration of his friend's skin. His own face flushes as he blurts out without a thought.
“FUSHIGURO! YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?” he says the first idea that floods his dense skull. Megumi twisted his brows at what Yuji had said then felt the cold air on his abdomen. He quickly pulls the fabric down over his waistline to hide the mark above his hip.
Megumis's face flushes pink with the heat he can feel through his core.
“Why were you staring at my waist?! And, no. Not a girlfriend. Mind your business…” He turns fully over now facing away from the pink-haired dork. Yuji whines to begin to speak. “Mind your business and drop it. Yuji i won't ask again, speak about this and I leave you right now and go back home.” his tone was sharp and direct. He was not about to explain the history of the tender dark purple splotch on his soft pale skin. With his face now not in view of Yuji’s no-thought stare he smiles to himself to the idea of how that got there.
Cursing under his breath he sinks into his memories.
Shaking thighs tightly wrapped around a firm tattooed torso, large strong hands squeeze his waist as he lifts himself then bounces back down onto the filling cock of the King of Curses. Megumi hisses and whines in pleasure, throwing his head back absolutely lost in bliss. Ryomen Sukuna holds his sleeve’s hipbones down. Pulling him down on top of his shaft repeatedly.
“You are doing so well for me, babydoll.” Sukuna slurs out from the back of his throat in a tone he knows that riles Megumi over the edge. Megumi's figure leans forward placing his hands on Sukuna's bold rough shoulders for support. He feels his juices slide down Sukuna's length, moans slip out of his lips as he forces himself to ride the bigger man. Sukuna thrust into Megumi's slick walls without warning, watching Megumi’s eyes flutter back into his skull. His mouth holds open agape as every sound from his throat escapes. Fushiguros only words that can be made out are, ‘daddy’ and a combination of curses.
Sukuna grins at every sound his sex toy makes, pounding into his walls watching Megumi's chest shake as he watches himself create a bump into his stomach with each movement. The smaller attempts to move his hips with the olders thrusts to align their time. The King of Curses doesn't appreciate this, so what he does next is what he needs to put into place. Sukuna raises his hands to Megumi's lower back, pushing up with his knees he folds Megumi over onto his back. Pressing Megumi's knees by his ears he does not stop for mercy. Pounding relentlessly into the smaller frame. This caused Megumi to scream and shut his tear-prickled eyes. Sukuna thrusts into his walls again and again. The larger man brings his face to meet Megumi's. He looks into his shut eyes and speaks lightly into his ear.
“You’re such a good slut for me, you know that right?” he whispers into his ears, Megumi nods shakily with a “Yes,, I'm daddy’s slut” he responds with gasps of pleasure. Sukuna laughs lightly in amusement of his lover's struggle to speak through his cock filling him. He leans down Megumi's frame and locks his lips around the sweet soft waist of Megumi. Latching his teeth and lips onto his skin, he doesn't hold back with his piercing teeth and strong suction of his cheeks. Dragging his tongue harshly against the soon-to-be bruised skin. The incomprehensible whimpers finally breach through Sukuna's ears. He pulls off of his waist with a pop and a string of saliva tracks from the skin and his bottom lip. He smirks while looking at a destroyed Megumi, he destroyed that sweet face.
Megumis body feels as its going to split into two. he drags his fine nails into Sukuna’s muscular inked back. Sukuna throws his hips into Megumi’s wet slick walls again, till he feels his own release catch up to him. He thrusts into his cervix again and again till he feels a release through his shaft. His cum shoots inside of Megumi in a low groan from the taller. Megumi finally opens his eyes and stares at Sukuna with half lids, feeling the warm fluid fill his hole. He whimpers to himself knowing it's over but using his hands that were securely dug into someone's back flatten and weakly pulls the king down to his level. Wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders, shuttered breaths he weakly speaks, “I love you,” he barely musters out. Sukuna is still inside of Megumi as he is pulled down. He responds with his heart and not with his dick this time.
“I love you too babydoll,,,” He brings a hand up to Megumi's soft cheek and rubs his thumb along his cheekbone. Megumi holds onto his arm and cradles Sukuna's large hand on top of his own weak hand. The two stay in this position keeping their closeness but collecting their breathing.
Megumi comes back to not realizing what had happened while he was lost in his memory
“Fushiguro!! Hello?” he feels a slightly large handshake his shoulder. Snapping his fingers in front of his face in an attempt to get his friend's attention yuji stares over him. Megumi is flustered and shoots upward. Attempting to make the situation less awkward he tries to spit a loose fake lie. “Ah, sorry. Just dozed off a bit” his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Yuji blankly stares at his best friend and sighs to himself.
“Maybe next training session we train your lying ability…Whatever. I'm going to make some hot pockets. Want one?” his tone alters completely from trying his hardest to ignore what possibly could have been going on in Fushiguro's mind. Megumi returns the blank stare he was given then nods at the invitation to the semi-disgusting microwaved cuisine.
“You're on your own there yuji. I'll pass.” He speaks with a tone of defeat. Yuji nods, lifting himself
off of his bed and to his feet, heading to the door frame, turning around to face Megumi to tell him a brief goodbye.
Megumi feels like he could just curl into a ball and die on the spot there and then.
’ When am I going to tell him what's going on,,?’ he thinks deeply to himself in guilt sinking deep into a clasp he makes of his hands that cradle his face.