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Sukuna is at the end of his fucking rope here. 

Having a nymphomaniac boyfriend sounds good in theory. Great, even, to someone like Sukuna who has a pretty high sex drive (or thought he did, before meeting the love of his life). But in practice, keeping up with Fushiguro Megumi is exhausting. Maybe it isn’t just the fact that Megumi’s a nympho- he’s also a straight-up maniac. 

Megumi needs to sit on Sukuna’s cock at least three to four times a day. That’s the bare minimum. Anything less than that and he’ll start acting out, breaking things and throwing tantrums. Sukuna still remembers this one time he had back-to-back meetings at work and couldn’t give Megumi his lunchtime dose of dick. He’d narrowly missed a vase being hurled at his head when he got back home, hysterical screaming to boot. Have you ever had someone insist on gargling your balls while they’re angry-crying? Sukuna recommends it. 

Fingers won’t do, and Megumi’s notoriously picky with his dildos. He loves getting head (and Sukuna prides himself on his pussy-eating prowess), but:

“Nothing feels as good as your cock, daddy. Need it so bad. Please fuck me daddy, just the tip. Just a little! I promise I’ll be quiet!”

“Fuck’s sake sweetheart, we’re at your cousin’s funeral-” 

Sukuna caves, like he always does. They fuck in Mai’s childhood bedroom while the rest of the family is downstairs chanting prayers at the wake. Every time something bad happens to him now, he swears it’s Mai’s ghost exacting her revenge. 

Before Megumi, Sukuna was perfectly content flying first class when he had to travel. Now, Sukuna is the owner of a private jet and his own airport hangar, because god forbid anyone denies Megumi an orgasm at thirty-thousand feet. Sukuna is pretty sure they’ve been blacklisted from his favourite airline after joining the mile high club one too many times anyway, so it’s for the best. 

Back to the present. 

Sukuna’s childhood best friend, Gojo Satoru, is getting married. Naturally, Sukuna is his best man and has been given the task of planning his bachelor party. He already knows he has to go all out- Satoru, like Sukuna, is from one of the richest families in Japan and does not do things in halves. Plus, some poor, unfortunate soul (bless Suguru’s heart) has actually agreed to put up with Satoru’s annoying ass for life- that alone deserves a celebration. 

Sukuna has a whole day planned out with the most over the top, obnoxious activities he can find- booking out a casino and a daifuku museum, closing down a few designer stores, pre-drinks on a yacht with a dessert-only buffet (complete with customised candies that have Satoru’s face hand-painted on), and the entire VIP section of his favourite club booked out. Strippers were considered, but Sukuna shudders when he’s reminded of what Satoru did to the last girl who hit on him. 

The only risk here is that he has to be away from Megumi for most of the day. Sukuna put in the work all of yesterday and this morning, fucking him raw until he had passed out from orgasmic bliss, all his holes gaping and oozing copious amounts of cum, just the way Megumi likes it. Marked up, a plethora of bites and hickies around his chest and thighs, finger-shaped bruises around his hips. Hopefully, it’s enough to tide Megumi over. 

One might ask why Sukuna doesn’t just talk to his boyfriend about Satoru’s bachelor party like a normal person in a relationship would, but it would have been useless. Megumi has proved time and time again that he isn’t above causing a scene or slipping Sukuna a sleeping pill to thwart his plans and keep him home. 

Sukuna thinks it’s kind of romantic. Satoru says it’s psychotic. But Satoru has also discreetly killed off all Suguru’s exes, so he doesn’t really have the moral high ground here. 

“They deserved it!”

“Not sayin’ they didn’t.“

“You’re one to talk.” Satoru huffs. “Megumi would murder you too, you know? If you ever left him.”

“He wouldn’t.” Sukuna laughs, shaking his head. “Because I’d never leave.”

That’s what Sukuna has said in the past. Tonight, his patience is running thin. 

“How did you find me this time?” Sukuna crosses his arms, jaw tense. He’s standing at the entrance to the VIP section at the club in front of one very upset Megumi, who’s still trying to worm his way into his big boyfriend’s well-muscled arms. 

They’re like Velcro straps. It takes some effort (and reluctance) for Sukuna to pry Megumi off, so that he can actually see his face while they hash this out. 

“I had a tracking device sewn into the inside of the wallet I gave you for Christmas.” Megumi pouts, like that’s a completely normal thing to say. Insanity aside, he looks adorable under the strobe lights; all bundled up in a thick winter coat, cheeks still rosy from the cold. The most beautiful person in this club, no one else could even come close. “There’s also one in your car- speaking of- we really need to get to your car, Kuna. Right now!”

Sukuna thumbs at the square leather in his pocket in slight disbelief. “You can talk to me here.” He sighs, gesturing at the plush velvet couches around them. 

“But Kuna, it’s urgent. It’s really an emergency this time, I promise! Let me show you!”

“Darling, no. It’s Satoru’s stag night and I’m his best man.” Sukuna shakes his head. For just one night, he needs to put his foot down. “Why don’t I get you something to drink and we head to the-”

“No back rooms! We need to get to your car, right this second!” Megumi actually sounds a little panicked- a little more manic than usual- and it gives his boyfriend pause. Sukuna knows all Megumi’s little tells, but this feels genuine. 

He raises a brow. Is Megumi this keyed up about car sex? 

“Tell me what it is, Meg.”

“I can’t. Y-You have to see it.”

“Well, tough luck.” Sukuna rolls his eyes. He’s about to turn around, but his boyfriend is quicker. 

“Fine!” Megumi huffs, letting his coat drop to the floor in a flourish. “I guess I’ll have to find someone else to help me.”

The fur drops to reveal Megumi’s lithe frame clad in a floor-length, sheer bodycon dress embellished with Swarovski crystals. A thick diamond choker sits on his neck, with earrings to match- one of Megumi’s birthday presents from last year. 

It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sukuna can see his tits poking out through the fabric, the dusky pink of his nipples under the silver sheen. The tiniest satin black thong known to man, Prada of course, one wrong move away from Megumi’s pussy literally facing the world. Sukuna’s mouth waters. 

Megumi turns on his overpriced heel and Sukuna lets him for a second, only to get an eyeful of that ass. Then, he’s yanking Megumi back by the arm and draping the fallen coat back on him. He’s about to apologise to Satoru, but his friend is already averting his eyes and waving them away. 

Sukuna sighs. He is yet to keep Megumi satiated for more than eight hours. 

“Walk.” He snaps, gesturing for his boyfriend to lead the way. “You have five minutes.”

Prying his eyes off Sukuna’s crotch, Megumi acquiesces. 

“Thank you Kuna!”

The ground floor of the club is a mess of bodies and sloshing drinks. It makes Sukuna shudder- he can’t imagine being a random at a club without a table or bottle service. How do these people do it? He lets himself be dragged through the crowd, glaring daggers at anyone who looks at his boyfriend a little too long. 

Megumi’s talking a mile a minute as they exit the club, but Sukuna’s preoccupied with whether they’re going to make it back inside. If he’s actually leaving, then he needs to let Satoru know that he’s booked limos to the final stop on the itinerary- the casino. No one’s better at blackjack than Satoru, the fucker is a natural.

Staring dead ahead, Megumi abruptly stops walking. Sukuna follows his gaze and his eyes go wide. He doesn’t know how he hadn't noticed it sooner. 

There, in a parking space a few meters away, is a Phantom Rolls Royce. Or rather, what’s left of it- the vehicle’s front is completely trashed. The hood is dented in several places, so much so that parts of the engine can be seen. Glass litters the gravel, glittering in the nearby club lights. A side mirror dangles by a wire. 

“I forgot it was Satoru’s bachelor party tonight, Kuna.” Well-manicured nails glint in the light as Megumi wrings his hands together. Silver chrome with actual diamonds on his accent nails. “I thought- I thought you went out without me.”

Silence, thick with tension, oozes into the night while Sukuna assesses the damage. Which only serves to make Megumi more nervous. Has he gone too far this time? He starts talking again, to compensate. 

"My chauffeur can drop us back, babe. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll get you a new car for-”

"That's not my car."

Megumi goes deathly still. "...what?"

"Look at the number plate. You seeing your birthday?”

All twenty-seven of Sukuna’s vehicles- from the motorbikes to the luxury sedans- have some variation of Megumi’s birthday on the number plates: 2212. To be fair to Megumi, the chances of two Phantoms being in the same parking lot is usually zero, but this is an exclusive club. If Sukuna actually thinks about it though, it does mildly annoy him that someone else has the same car. Maybe Megumi was doing him a favor all along. 

Confusion, realization and shock cycles through Megumi's pretty face in the next thirty seconds. Sukuna groans out loud. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. This one’s going to be a bitch to handle.” Who knows what potential high roller or worse, yakuza top dog Megumi’s potentially pissed off? A quick scan reveals that there aren’t any cameras, but he doubts Megumi was thinking about leaving fingerprints behind when he had his little tantrum. 

“Baseball bat?” 

“Crowbar.” Megumi admits sheepishly. “It’s with Uraume now...”

Uraume? This was not what Sukuna had in mind when he’d told his assistant to cater to Megumi’s whims and fancies. They were going to get an earful when he got home. 

Sukuna takes his time inspecting the vehicle- slow, measured steps around the side. It’s clearly making his boyfriend antsy, but that’s exactly what he wants. Walking around to the back of the vehicle, he can see that it’s the hood and windscreen that primarily suffered Megumi’s wrath. No glass near the trunk. Perfect. 

Predictably, Megumi follows him, head hung low as he continues to apologise in earnest. 

“Kuna, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to- Oh!”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence- Sukuna shoves him roughly against the rear of the vehicle, chest pressed to the metal, tearing his coat off and tugging his flimsy dress up to his waist to expose him. Megumi yelps in surprise, but goes down easy, only too happy to be manhandled. Despite how pissed Sukuna is, he can’t help but appreciate the view in front of him- the slutty arch of his boyfriend’s back, offering himself up in this tiny black thong that barely covers his holes. He loves it. He hates it. 

A resounding smack echoes through the carpark as Sukuna brings his hand down over the plump flesh of his ass. 

“Daddy!” Megumi cries out immediately, before the pain even has time to register. Fucking brat. “It hurts! It hurts, Daddy!”

“Yeah?” Sukuna snickers, delivering a blow to the other cheek. He relishes the way the velvet skin immediately goes pink. “That why you’re pushing back against my palm like a whore?” Another spank. This time, Sukuna puts a little more force into it, thinking about how he’s gonna have to pay off yet another cop to keep this under wraps. “You’ve pissed me off, slut. Think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

“Teach me a lesson, Daddy!” Megumi goads. One-track mind. Tunnel vision. Getting exactly what he wants, yet again. Sukuna’s so fucking easy. 

Fabric tears as Sukuna rips the flimsy piece of underwear apart, bringing it to his nose and taking a deep sniff. It’s already wet, so he has a little taste. He can’t help himself. Megumi cranes his head and watches like the cat who’s (about to get) the cream. All semblance of guilt has completely vanished from his previous act of innocence. 

“Missed me?” Dark lashes fan against rosy cheeks, emeralds straight from the mines gleam at him. He’s so beautiful, the loveliest creature to ever exist. An angel from hell.  

Sukuna stuffs the ruined panties in his pocket. Then he starts unbuckling his pants, pulling his thick length out. He’s been hard since he saw Megumi’s pretty pink nipples in that dress. 

Green orbs zero in on Sukuna’s dick like a heat seeking missile. There’s stars in Megumi’s eyes, drool collecting in his mouth like clockwork. 

“Daddy, can I-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sukuna grunts, punctuating his sentence with a sharp slap to Megumi’s cunt. His hand slips- that’s how wet his boy is. “Holes don’t talk.”

Megumi is still crying out from getting his pussy slapped when Sukuna enters him, burying his fat cock to the hilt in one go. No prep. Megumi doesn’t deserve it. 

“Oh- oh god!” Megumi cries out in shock and probably a little pain. No matter how wet he is, Sukuna’s girth isn’t something his tight little pussy can just take like that. “That’s- daddy that was too much!”

Skipping the foreplay pains Sukuna almost as much as it pains Megumi, because he loves eating and slurping his boyfriend’s pussy. So much that he even made a martini with some of Megumi’s squirt the other day- but that’s a story for another time. 

Massive hands dwarfing his boyfriend’s hips, Sukuna starts jackhammering into the delicious warmth surrounding his cock. Usually, he’d take his time- go slow, savour the incredible experience that is being sheathed in Megumi’s cunt. But this is a punishment. His body fights against the muscle memory that dictates that he angle his hips the way Megumi likes it. 

“No running, baby. This is what you wanted, right sweetheart? This is all you’re good for.”

“Ah!” Megumi wails, trying to get a grip on the boot of the vehicle. Dainty hands grasping at cold metal, torn between pushing back on the thick intrusion and trying to get away. “Daddy- wait! What if someone sees?!”

“Shit, I hope they do. I should let them fuck you as compensation.” Sukuna laughs meanly. He would never. “Would you like that, baby? Getting double stuffed in a parking lot for everyone to see?”

The sound of liquid hitting the asphalt- Megumi squirts at that. Sukuna groans in surprise, tipping his head back in pleasure, eyes closed as he feels the contractions around his length, the liquid drip down his balls.  

“Typical. Nasty little slut.”

Though the image of both Megumi’s holes getting pounded in public is incredibly arousing, the thought of someone else getting to have Megumi like this sends Sukuna into a rage.

“Did you come thinking of another man?” He growls, pushing up into that spot he knows makes Megumi see stars.

“N-No- never!” Megumi squeals, going cross-eyed from the stimulation. 

Hips still moving at a brutal pace, Sukuna grabs Megumi by the throat to bring him flush against his chest. With his other hand, he tugs the front of the dress down so that Megumi’s pretty tits bounce freely with every thrust, exposing him fully. They’re perfect handfuls. He pinches and pulls at the nipples gone stiff in the cold night air, wishing he had his mouth on them. Maybe later. 

“Only yours, always yours- this is your pussy, daddy!”

It feels incredible inside Megumi. Always does, every time. Sukuna would die a happy man inside Megumi’s cunt, wants his last moments on earth to be with his cock buried deep inside his beautiful boy. His sexy little trophy slut. 

“You want for nothing, but still act the fool.” Sukuna grouses, feeling his anger ebb away slowly. Megumi’s pussy really is magic. “No bills, no concerns. Anything you want, you get. All you have to do is warm my bed and take my cock… but you can’t even do that right.”

“I just missed you, Daddy! I love you! I need you- oh! Daddy, I love-”

Sukuna pulls out and Megumi wails like he’s been shot, lamenting the emptiness. He’s not gaping for long though- Sukuna turns him around to face him, seating him on the car boot before entering him again. 

The view is incredible- Megumi’s drooling, tears filling his eyes from being fucked so good. Dress bunched up at his waist, his tits bounce with every thrust; getting slutted out for the world to see, with thousands of dollars worth of jewellery on. An angel being publicly defiled. It’s an image that sears into Sukuna’s brain.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” Taking his phone out, Sukuna snaps a quick picture for later. “Never looked better. You were made to take this cock, baby.”

Megumi reaches up for a kiss and Sukuna gives it to him, because he’s been craving it too. Messy, greedy licks into his mouth, sucking roughly on Megumi’s tongue before finally making his way down to suck on a pebbled nipple. Sukuna’s favourite flavour in the whole world is his boyfriend. 

Megumi moans loudly, cradling Sukuna’s head near his chest. 

“Fuck, baby...” Sukuna pulls off, picking the pace back up. Deep strokes, grinding his cockhead against Megumi’s cervix. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Kuna- I’m so close-”

“Me too. Gonna breed this hole, darling. Knock you up for real this time. Right here in this parking lot- fuck- like the little whore that you are.”

It’s like watching a winning slot machine- Sukuna can see the ding ding ding! going off in Megumi’s head, his eyes wide in excitement. 

“Yes yes yes!” Megumi screams in glee, body convulsing, squirting again. He rambles on, everything too much. “I want- wanna have your kids, daddy! Make me a mommy!”

The image of Megumi pregnant, round with his child and tits heavy with milk, is what finally does it for him. Sukuna groans, fucking in deep before filling his pussy up with a fat load. Pure, unadulterated pleasure drenches his senses, thick and syrupy like honey. It never gets old. Their mouths make their way back to each other like the universe intended, kissing deeply as they bathe in the afterglow of their orgasms. 

Sukuna pulls out, watching the cum start to leak out of that puffy cunt, just to slide back in and plug Megumi up. Balls deep again, he takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“Uraume.” He says. “The club. Now. Bring Megumi a change of clothes. Something that matches the diamonds.”

Not waiting for a response, Sukuna hangs up and meets his boyfriend’s gaze. 

“I can stay?” Megumi beams, hearts in his eyes. Sukuna gives him a look. 

“It’s either that or you’ll drag me home.”

“You know me so well.” His boyfriend giggles, wrapping his arms around his neck to nuzzle against his chest. Post-orgasm Megumi is a needy, well-behaved little thing. He cants his hips forward a little, wanting to keep Sukuna inside for as long as possible. “I love you, Kuna.”

Gently cupping his boyfriend’s chin, Sukuna kisses him all over his gorgeous face. His eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead and nose, before drinking from those plush lips again. 

“I love you too, you psychotic little minx. There’s no one for me but you.”

Truth be told, Sukuna loves this toxic shit. Loves this constant game of push and pull, loves that Megumi can’t get enough of him. Loves that Megumi acts out so that Sukuna doesn’t have to. 

Everyone says that Megumi’s the crazy one in their relationship, but Sukuna knows he’s just as insane. He thinks Megumi knows it too. 

He’ll wait until they get home to discuss stopping Megumi’s birth control.