I'm gonna be really nice and give you a choice: I can either rip off your clothes right here, or we can take this to my room."
Megumi winces. She gasps in a breath and pushes at Sukuna's chest, "What the hell!? What are you saying? I'm not going anywhere with you. And if you touch me, I'll fucking scream."
"Is that right?" Sukuna steps back and leans on one leg. He shrugs and turns away from Megumi, beginning to walk away, "Alright, then. See ya."
Megumi feels relief for around a second, when suddenly a bolt of pure dread drops from the most paranoid part of her mind, right into her stomach. It blooms into the sudden thought that she isn't off the hook with him just yet. What is he going to do now that she's rejected him?
"Wait! S-Sukuna!" Her voice stammers, "What are you-"
"Well, since you won't go with me, I'm gonna turn in this prescription to our headmaster, someone must have lost it." He turns around, pulling a familiar grey and white paper out of his pocket.
"What the fuck? How?!" It's Megumi's prescription for fucking birth control.
It's blackmail, and it's in the hands of the single worst person in the entire school. Megumi considered herself pretty tidy, but every now and then, the odd envelope or receipt would find its way to her desk or backpack for an extended stay. Megumi got her prescriptions printed from the pharmacy, with her birthday and full legal name on them like everyone else did. Sometimes, those slips of paper would find themselves in her purse or backpack, something a lot of people can experience. What wasn't relatable, was how this simple and basic piece of her life was now being weaponized against her by a sociopathic stranger for their own gain.
Sukuna walks over to Megumi, shoving the paper back into his pocket. "You see, it's not your fault you bumped into me right now. I know where your dorm room is. I was coming to collect on this little secret of yours after I finished out that junior dweeb. The truth is, I went through your bag on the first day of class since I wanted to see if you had money. Turns out you're a broke chick, or are you a-"
Megumi cuts him off before he can finish, "Okay! Okay! Fine I'll go to your fucking room, but I'll still scream if you put your hands on me." Megumi relents, sensing there aren't many other things she can do at this point.
Sukuna stares at her vacantly for a few seconds before putting his hand around her waist ever so slightly, leading Megumi. He says nothing else, but his usual nasally quirk fills the silence. When they get to the dorms, his hand drops back to his side. While walking back to his room she sees other students. None of them look at Sukuna. She finds this odd but quickly forgets about it. He really must be evil since his room is at the very end of the fucking dorm hall, significantly further from the other rooms on the floor. There's even a light out in the can above- oh wait it just flickered on…. No okay it just went out again. Megumi watches this, hoping to be reincarnated into a some kind of intelligent animal, like an octopus or an elephant in her next life, which she is obviously about to see soon given the current state of things. He opens the door to his room, and back goes his hand around her waist, leading her to her doom.
The light goes on in his room and yet what hits her first is the smell of things. His room smells like him, even though he's only been in this room a month – a nascent combination of smells; it's masculine and active and really incredibly juvenile. Megumi can notice his deodorant, the faint sweat from his socks that are next to the hamper, but never quite in it. There's the lingering odor from some musty mango vape that been likely abused and discarded in the recesses of some otherwise untouched drawer. Then there's the chemical parts of him that live in his bedsheets. They aren't unwashed, just messily thrown on the bed, inhabited by traces of skin and hair that all carry smell along too. It's Sukuna's fragrance, and now she can't unlearn it. Despite everything, it's not bad.
Next is the sound of his room. It's stuffy. He has his fan on a low setting, humming away and seemingly moving too slow to move any air around. She walks a step in and her foot hits a can, clattering unpleasantly. It's empty luckily.
Megumi picks the can off the floor, turning it over in her hand to see the logo, "Is this a Cutwater?"
"Sure is. You want one?" Sukuna has his back to her, he's closing the door. He turns around and motions to the mini-fridge next to his bed.
His candor is far too casual but she leans into it anyway, "No thanks." She rolls her eyes once he sees her, "My dad drinks these."
"Your dad is fucking awesome, then." He says, grabbing one for himself and sitting on his bed.
"You guys have a lot in common." Megumi mutters under her breath, turning around towards the door and wrapping her arms around herself.
If Sukuna hears this dig, he either doesn't register it or he doesn't care to show it. Sukuna cracks open his can and pats the space on the bed next to him. Megumi turns around and looks at him hesitantly.
"We're just gonna talk right now, Fushiguro Megumi. I'm not doing shit to you until a few of these cans are drained."
"That doesn't really make me feel better," Megumi murmurs weakly, but she walks over anyway, not finding it beneficial to delay the inevitable any longer.
The mattress bounces back against her as she sits down, but closer to where Sukuna sits, it just feels firm.
"Watermelon vodka soda? That's like the worst flavor." Megumi looks at his can, unimpressed.
"So you've had them before?" Sukuna's eyebrows raise.
"I've had every flavor. I've stolen every flavor too." Megumi rolls her eyes, thinking about Toji. Megumi's father often found the generous side of himself in the inebriated side of himself. Sometimes, he'd push a can of alcohol her way, believing that this was the nicest thing he could give his daughter. His other alcohol induced gifts included threats, insults, and other forms of verbal abuse. The second kind of gift could be avoided if Megumi was able to sneak out of the local K-Mart with enough booze to get her face printed out and hung up in a security office.
"You know how to steal? You just identified your second most important use." Sukuna says with a shit-eating smirk.
"Anyway, c'mon now. What the fuck is your deal Fushiguro Megumi? Tell me everything." Sukuna leans back on his headboard and there's a creak. He's getting comfortable.
Megumi crosses her arms again, frowning at his previous quip, "What do you want me to say? Yes, I'm a girl. I'm here because this is the only place I was able to go to escape my father without ending up in foster care for a year. I don't have the money to emancipate myself, and I wanted to be able to focus on college applications here. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Yea." Sukuna sits with what she says for a few minutes, his eyes never leaving her. During this time, Megumi looks away from him and picks up Gojo's famous habit of leg bouncing. She's dripping with tension and can't find anything else to do.
"You're desperate then, huh?" Sukuna puts his can down on his nightstand and leans into Megumi's space. His eyes trail down to her chest.
"Uhm, I still have my dignity." Megumi says incredulously, holding herself even tighter.
"'Course you do," he says nodding, almost in a way that looks genuine. His eyes meet hers, "But for your sake, wouldn't it be so much easier if you just showed me your tits?"
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Megumi doesn't respond, turning her head away. Her face goes red over nothing. Sukuna scoots closer to her on the bed. One hand goes to her thigh, the other around her arms. His breath is steaming her ear pink and her blazer is shifting around her shoulders.
"Look, there's a lot I don't know about you, Fushiguro Megumi." He's moving his hands up and down her arms now. It's soothing. Her blazer is coming off.
"And there's even less you know about me." He discards the purple mop of fabric to the other side of the bed.
He gets even closer to Megumi, "You're the only girl in this school, and I get you all to myself. You think I'm gonna fuck that up and hurt you?" His hands slide under her shirt, tickling her stomach unintentionally. The air in the room is crisp and his hands are searing. She gasps when he peels that off too, but doesn't stop him.
"We're gonna have a great time together, but you gotta work with me, baby." His hands fumble around the bind on her chest before they reach her hands instead.
He kisses her behind her ear and her back arches reflexively. "Do it for me, Megumi." He pulls her into his lap and put his on her upper thighs, caging her in with soft massages to her thighs.
She lifts a steady, slow hand to the zipper, ripping her own chest free. Instinctively, she covers herself with her hands, and Sukuna does away with her hands and then her chest bind. She nearly shrieks with how fast his hands fly back to her. Her breasts are sensitive and tender, and his ministrations make her jerk and gasp. He turns her around on his lap easily.
He's oogling her, hands tight around her waist like she's a doll. "How long ago did we start class? Like a month ago? Thirty days?"
Megumi blinks at him dumbly. He looks at her to confirm, "Huh? Am I right?"
She nods precariously.
"You hid these perfect tits from me for thirty days, so now I'm gonna leave thirty marks all over them. You got that?"
The only response she can deliver between when he says that, and when he flips her on to her back is a high-pitched gasp. He climbs on top of her and starts his task with languid strokes across her mounds while his hands pull at her slacks. She feels the pressure of his mouth start to build up around her chest and moans before she can stifle it. FUCK!
Sukuna lifts off of her torso and comes back up to her face, "Having fun, baby?"
He leans down and kisses her, immediately shoving himself inside her mouth. He tastes like watermelon and mouthwash, diluted with the saliva of a man starved. She nearly chokes on his tongue, while her arms wrap around him without thinking. Her legs alternate between snaking around his kicking his sheets into a mess. He grinds against her before moving back down to her breasts, sucking more bruises into them. Megumi's hands find purchase in his hair and grab at his neck with abandon as his servicing doesn't let up.
Then his free hand snakes itself into her panties. "Sukuna!" Megumi arches off the bed as his middle and ring fingers slide home into her pussy. Her eyes roll back as his rough, long fingers drum against her spongy g-spot. He grinds his palm against her clit in between strokes and it isn't long until she's climaxing on his calloused hand.
He kisses her through her orgasm, before gingerly letting off of her and her newly decorated chest. He stands up from the bed, guiding her chin by his index finger. Sukuna undoes his own pants and slides out his cock.
Sukuna looks Megumi in the eyes. Her eyes are glazed over. He has her on all fours on his bed with his cock on her mouth. "Y'know Megumi," he grabs at her hair and tilts her head up, "I always think about doing this to you whenever you put that fucking Chapstick on in class." Sukuna rubs his cock along her lips, eager to coat them next.
Sukuna presses into Megumi's mouth and she fucking moans. He has to hold himself back from nutting in her right there, and he curses under his breath. His exhales are even headier and huskier than ever. Megumi, in some kind of daze, presses herself onto Sukuna even more. It's obviously not her first time sucking cock, but even she's surprised she's doing so well.
He holds her by her hair while fucking her mouth, and his free hand grabs at her chest, "Such a good girl sucking all of this cock." She moans at that, sending pleasant vibrations through her mouth and into his discostick. A minute later and Megumi's lips are now a few shades lighter, covered in Sukuna's mess.
Megumi looks at him with a fucked-out stare that would have him slamming into her if he only had the cum to do it. He plays with the dribble and spunk on her chin, shoving it back in her mouth lazily with his thumb.
And then he steps away and throws his shirt on like nothing just happened. "Alright Fushiguro, time to clean up." He pulls her up by her hand onto shaking legs.
She looks at him, confused, "Huh?"
Sukuna sighs and crowds into her space, "I can't have you in my room all fucking night. Give me your phone. I'll call you over when I need you here."
A few minutes pass, and Megumi is standing outside Sukuna's dorm room with sticky underwear and a new phone contact. As she walks back to her side of the dorm, there's rain falling. She saves Sukuna's name in her phone as 'Amber'. Megumi takes a shower and goes to sleep naked that night, poking at the dots on her chest as if they can tell her something. She doesn't fall asleep for a long time, and when she does, her eyes are wet.
Despite all appearances suggesting the contrary, Sukuna is secretly a busy person. He starts the day by rolling over on his side, smacking the off button on his phone alarm at five in the morning (never snooze - he's just that productive). He likes to lean on his headboard, cracking his back. The board creaks back stubbornly, just one of the several noises which litter his room at this ungodly hour. What follows on a normal morning are a series of grunts while Sukuna kicks into his sweatpants. He'll go for a run outside, work out some, and then shower off the evidence. From there, he'll spend his remaining time before class knocking on doors and checking on 'business'.
The morning after his tangle with Megumi, Sukuna rolls over into the scent where he was finger-fucking her. He takes in a deep inhale while his hand palms at his phone screen for that damn alarm. He misses and hits snooze, but he won't realize that for five minutes. Megumi smells like spearmint and vanilla when she sits in front of him in class, and in his sheets much the same. The difference is her sweat and tears and cum and probably some other shit Sukuna put in his mouth last night is mixed with it all the way from his pillowcase to the scrunched up comforter at the foot of his bed. It's making Sukuna's dick painfully hard, so naturally he rolls on his back and calls Megumi. Sukuna set Megumi's name in his phone as "🍒🍑" as soon as he got it the night prior. He figured that summed up everything he needed to remember about her. All of his contacts were coded in such a way, although usually not with emojis - that little feature is reserved for Megumi. She doesn't pick up. Instead, his alarm goes off, making Sukuna officially pissed off. He sighs and reaches into his night stand for a vape and his hand lands on a cart instead. Fuck it. He takes a hit, aiming a billow of skunk steam towards his ceiling.
Sukuna stands up, throwing on some sweatpants before walking all the way to Megumi's room. It's Megumi's fault he's riled up, so now it's Megumi's problem.
Looking back, Sukuna's initial interest with Megumi was purely materialistic. Sukuna arrived to their first period late on the first day classes began, and Megumi's bag was the first within reach after sitting behind her.
When she wasn't looking, which was admittedly most of the period, he hooked his leg around her bag and brought it closer to him. From there, it was easy to rifle through her belongings. If anyone noticed what he was doing, they didn't dare say anything. Smart choice.
Sukuna found a wallet with no money.
Okay, so he's broke?
Then there were a bunch of colored pens and highlighters.
Kinda faggy. That was obvious.
He gave up, pulling his hand out of the bag. Just then, a flimsy paper erupted from where his sleeve caught on something.
"GENERIC XXX", XX/XX/20XX, FUSHIGURO, MEGUMI
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Turns out that wrinkled paper ended up being Sukuna's ticket to free pussy for the rest of the year. At first, he didn't do anything with the prescription. He didn't even know what fucking drugs were prescribed on it, so he held on to it for about a week before googling it on a whim. Birth control. But that didn't make sense. He had seen Fushiguro's ID: it said male. Maybe it was a fake? What the fuck?
Whatever the case, Sukuna decided he was going to figure it out. If Fushiguro was a tranny, Sukuna didn't care. But if he was a she? Well then, he was a very pretty girl, with a big fucking secret to hide. From then on, Sukuna attended his first period religiously. He was only taking AP World History in the first place since he wanted a free class. He had already taken this class at the last school he was at - before he was expelled of course.
The plan was to ditch and use that precious time to get 'work' done, but alas, plans changed. Now, Sukuna spent 8:05 to 8:40 every morning staring between the nape of Megumi's neck and her ass. Megumi would take off her blazer during class, which was completely understandable since it was sweltering in the back where they sat. The magic started when she bent forward to work on something: Megumi's shirt would go taut, shaping itself to the curves of her body. Sukuna got a view of her tiny fucking waist and her ass stretching against those slacks. Sometimes he'd put his feet on her chair's back legs and move her closer. Now this obviously annoyed her, but he didn't give a shit since it gave him a better view of her caboose.
Why did Sukuna wait so long to confront her, you might ask. Well, the beginning of the school year was usually pretty busy for the kind of business Sukuna was running. As a result, finding out if the mysterious new kid actually had a pussy was awfully low priority given the money he was set to make if he put that issue on the back burner. Sukuna was infinitely horny, but yet greedier.
Back to the present, Sukuna makes it to Megumi's door. He raps on it loudly, probably loud enough to wake her neighbors too. Not very long after, a frazzled Megumi opens the door, greeted by Sukuna, shirtless and menacing.
"You opened the door ready for me, huh?" Sukuna says as he takes in her nude form.
Megumi shrieks and covers her mouth as she realizes her mistake, "Shit! I don't usually sleep like this!"
She turns tail and runs back into her room, throwing the door closed. Sukuna catches it and stalks in after her. Megumi grabs for a shirt, but Sukuna grabs her wrist before she can do anything useful for herself.
"Hey," the door clicks shut behind him, "you're dressed just how I want you right now."
He grabs her waist and pulls her into an embrace. She must be cold, since he can feel her headlights tickling his ribs. Even with her taller stature, he still has about a head over her.
"Why are you here? Didn't you say you would call me to your place?" Megumi mutters looking up to him. She has to crane her neck.
He pushes a bang out of her eyes. He frowns when he sees they're tinged red, but doesn't bother asking why. If she's upset about something, it's her own business. "Well, I did. But you didn't pick up and I didn't want to wait any longer."
Sukuna grabs a handful of Megumi's ass and kneads it roughly. Megumi looks over her shoulder with a gasp, "Sukuna!" She looks over to her nightstand where her digital clock flickers indifferently, "It's five in the morning!"
He wraps his arms around her tighter, planting a dry kiss to her hairline, "So? I missed you."
Megumi's ears tinge themselves pink at that, but she doesn't say anything, instead choosing to bore holes into his chest with narrowed eyes. He walks her back to her bed and turns her around.
"Kneel, I'm gonna fuck your thighs," he says in a grunt.
"Huh-?" He pushes at her back before she can move on her own, grabbing the front of her throat and pulling her back onto his chest.
"Holy shit, okay! Stop manhandling me!" Megumi shrieks.
"Nah," is the only response he supplies her before she feels his cock rubbing over her clit from behind.
She jerks from the contact and Sukuna hisses, "Keep those legs together, 'Gumi."
One hand on her neck, the other clamped on her hip, he starts humping her. Megumi's exhaustion fades into shaky arousal as his cock rubs along her vulva and pulsing bud. She can feel the tug of his skin on her lips become a slide from her wetness growing.
It should feel humiliating, probably, is what Megumi thinks in between short pants. The room is chilly, yet her body is teeming with heat. Megumi wouldn't say she enjoys Sukuna's spontaneity this early in the morning, but she's somehow turned on still. Any other guy would likely have been screamed out of the room by now, even with the threat of blackmail against her. Megumi has too much self-respect for that, after all. But with Sukuna? There's just something about him. His aura or something maybe. Or maybe Megumi is just on Twitter too often. In any case, he's hot, but she still doesn't trust the motherfucker and she knows he's just using her.
Sukuna grunts against her while his thrusting along her mound continues. The way he's 'fucking' her is stimulating her clit, but not quite enough to send her over the edge like last night. Megumi silently wonders if he'll ever eat her pussy or something like that. Despite how fucked up everything has become, she wouldn't mind getting some in return every now and then.
Sukuna starts sucking on the crook of her neck and she lets out a quivering sigh. Her eyes roll back. Ohhh yeah, that's the stuff. The sensation makes her arch her back and squeeze her thighs together, which has Sukuna cursing and finishing on her legs unexpectedly.
"Aw shit, I wanted to go for longer," Sukuna says breathily into her ear in between pants. It raises goosebumps on the nape of Megumi's neck.
"S-sorry," is what Megumi offers back rigidly, mostly on instinct.
To that, Sukuna spins her around and pecks her on the forehead, "Don't apologize, baby. You were perfect."
Megumi absolutely hates how sated that makes her feel.
Sukuna reaches around her, groping her ass for a few seconds before squatting down in front her, "Let's get those legs cleaned up, huh?"
Megumi tries for the tissue box on her nightstand, but Sukuna reaches up to her waist to keep her still. She looks down at him quizzically. Sukuna chuckles into a smile, watching her stare at him wordlessly. He doesn't break eye contact as he collects some of his spunk off of her legs and shoves it right into her pussy.
Megumi gasps for maybe the hundredth time that hour, shrieking, "Sukuna! What the fuck!"
He raises a finger to his lips in a patronizing sort of way that sends Megumi over the edge, "Oh my god! Fuck you, asshole!" She whisper-yells at him, hitting his shoulder.
Sukuna's eyebrows raise at that and he stands up again. He takes her hands into his and starts rubbing circles into her palms, "Woah, woah, firecracker! Calm the fuck down. Don't act like you aren't on the pill. Plus, that shit's been drying on your thighs for a hot minute. None of those babies are even viable." He says that last tidbit there while leaning into her space, shaking his head condescendingly. She wants to slap him again, this time on the face.
She furrows her brow at him in pure annoyance, before gritting her teeth and producing an eye-roll so ginormous it actually strains her eyes, "UGH."
When Megumi looks up at Sukuna again, he looks way too fucking happy. He's practically bouncing on his heels when he says, "I didn't know you were so feisty. I was worried you were just gonna be a doormat. This is wayyyy more fun."
Megumi sighs and steps back from Sukuna, "You know what?-" And then she starts on this diatribe that Sukuna cannot be fucked to even listen to, much less remember. Whatever she's saying, she looks great doing it.
While Megumi is bitching him out, Sukuna looks around her room for the first time since entering. It's well-kept and Megumi has very few things laying around, other than some books (which all look fucking boring, by the way), and other miscellaneous study materials. It smells clean, but not much like Megumi, which makes Sukuna think she doesn't spend much time in here. That's interesting. What interests Sukuna most however, is what is located directly in front of Megumi's bed.
"You put your mirror right in front of your bed, Gumi?" Sukuna points out, genuinely curious.
"Yea? What? Are you even listening to me?" Megumi says, exasperated.
Sukuna looks back towards her with a neutral expression, "No, I thought that was obvious."
Megumi steps forward, hands balled at her sides in anger, "Oh fuck you! Why did I even think you would listen to me? I shouldn't have to deal with any of this!" Megumi deflates after that.
Sukuna walks to her and pulls her into his arms, putting her head on his shoulder and chinning her. "Oh, but you do kinda have to deal with it, don't you?" He looks down at her and she looks up at him, clearly unenthused, "Meanwhile, I don't have to deal with any of your shit."
She pushes off of him, "So what? You're gonna tell on me because I'm talking back to you?"
Sukuna clicks his tongue and tugs Megumi back into his embrace, kissing her head. "No baby, I'd never do that. I told you: I like your attitude, I'm just not gonna listen to you when you're fucking ranting at me. Instead," Sukuna picks her up and sits on her bed, planting her in his lap, "I'm gonna play with your pussy until you can't be mad at me anymore."
She meets his gaze through the mirror, completely floored but also not really surprised, somehow, "Is that really your solution for everything!?"
"What's wrong with it?" Sukuna starts, spreading her legs apart, "Getting off always makes me feel better. And based on how freaky you were acting last night, I feel like you're not being completely honest with how much you like all this." Megumi tries to look away, but Sukuna redirects her gaze with his index finger, ever so gently, "Let's face it Gumi: You're the only girl I can fuck, and I'm the only guy who can fuck you. I think we can both enjoy this pretty easily." He's groping her chest now and whispering into her ear, his gaze still smoldering, "Especially since I like watching you get off."
Megumi bites her lip and can't offer anything intelligent back in response, so her stupid brain settles for making her whine as his fingers make their way to her pussy, working her lips open.
"See? There you go," Sukuna coos. It's devoid of any mockery which makes Megumi's heart beat a little less rapidly.
It then dawns on Megumi that Sukuna is probably telling the truth about this side of things. It isn't as if he's telling anyone else what they're doing; otherwise, she'd be found out pretty quickly, or worse, more guys would be trying to exploit her secret. Gross. He also doesn't need to be getting her off for any other reason than the one he stated. Keeping her happy, or even just sexually satisfied, isn't necessary since the weight of the blackmail against her is so damning. He really is just fingering her because he wants to.
Megumi watches what's left of her pride dissolve in the mirror as she gives into Sukuna. She sighs, arching her back into Sukuna with a full-on moan while her hands wrap around his arms to hold onto something. She could hold onto the sheets, too, she supposes. But then, the sheets won't feel anything as she digs her nails into them. Sukuna does, however, and it only makes him crack a smile in the mirror.
Megumi tenses as Sukuna's fingers lazily graze her clit. He's barely touched anything important and yet, she feels so close. She's had both guys and girls finger and lick her for minutes at time for no payoff, but somehow this stranger is able to push her to the brink without so much as a digit inside her.
Sukuna clearly enjoys how her breath gets heavier, how her toes and fingernails curl painfully into his skin. He loves it so much, which is why he isn't doing more. He starts to nibble at her ear while passing the nail of his middle finger gingerly over her hooded clit. This gets a good groan and twitch out of her, which causes his dick to officially stir back to life. His refractory period must be over, then.
Then he does something she absolutely can't stand: Sukuna stops touching her clit. She groans, kicking her legs, and Sukuna chuckles at her expense. Finding the mirror unsatisfactory for eye contact, she turns her head and glares at him, slapping his arm. The whole thing is very sophomoric, which has Sukuna grinning from ear to ear.
"Something wrong, Fushiguro Megumi?" Sukuna sneers through a smirk that both turns on and irritates Megumi.
"You know what's wrong!" Megumi huffs petulantly.
Sukuna shakes his head and holds her by the waist tightly, looking at her through the mirror again, "Baby, if you want something, you gotta tell me."
Megumi looks to the side of the bed where Sukuna's sweatpants are laying, glaring daggers into them, "I'm not gonna beg, Sukuna."
"Who said anything about begging?" He starts rubbing circles around her navel, "You just gotta ask me, baby."
"Seriously?" Megumi groans, deflating.
"'Course, baby" Sukuna says into her hair. He lifts his head, "There's a lot of different things I could do to you, y'know?" As if demonstrating, he slides his middle finger into her pussy. "Gotta be specific."
Megumi's hands go back to clawing Sukuna's arms and she bites her lip, hard, "Yes! Fuck!"
"Yes to what?" Sukuna removes his finger and looks at her again.
Megumi whines and moves his hand back down to her pussy, "Need you inside." She turns her head to his, "Oh my god, just finger me already, Sukuna."
Sukuna doesn't waste any time getting back to work inside her. He adds in his ring finger and fucks her deep, curving his fingers in a beckoning gesture. He takes his fingers out every minute to play with her lips before diving in again. It keeps the pleasure fresh, and it allows Sukuna to edge her out for longer. Megumi is reeling now, squirming in Sukuna's grasp under his chin. The expression Sukuna wears while taking this in through the mirror while sucking hickies onto her lower neck is not unlike a kid opening up their first present on Christmas morning. It's just as dorky too.
"Sukuna… rub my pussy," Megumi practically moans. She's completely slumped over on him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Sukuna sees it through its reflection and thinks it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
"I got a better idea, Fushiguro Megumi," is all Sukuna tells her before he's on top of her, his cock sliding over her entrance.
She's looking at his cock, jaw open and mesmerized. Sukuna might just bust from the sight of it. He loves how completely cock drunk she gets after being manhandled and realizes that this might be a recurring thing with her. Sukuna really doesn't know what good he did in a past life to deserve all of this.
Megumi gets up on her elbows and spreads her legs wider, "You gonna fuck me, 'Kuna?" She rubs his leaky cock on her bud, jerking suddenly at her own actions.
Sukuna is so turned on he might actually vomit, so he takes a deep breath to calm down. Holy shiiiiiit. "Yea baby, I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna rub your pussy for me, okay?" He manages through heavy open-mouthed pants of his own.
Megumi lays down and spreads her pussy for him, making a level of erotic eye-contact Sukuna's never even jerked off to the thought of before. She bites her lip as his cock enters her, gasping when it keeps going. Then she's full, and Sukuna chooses to stick his tongue into her mouth before doing anything else. He stays there for a while, immensely enjoying the tight vise grip around his cock. He's also not moving because he doesn't want to cum in two fucking seconds. While they're kissing, Sukuna goes back to breathing through his nose, and Megumi quietly realizes in horror that she's gonna start getting turned on by the sound of his heavy ass breathing soon.
Then he's moving, and Megumi begins to fight for purchase on his back as he gets faster. Within a few seconds, she can't even properly moan since the air is being fucked out of her by Sukuna putting so much weight into each thrust. Megumi fucking loves it.
Sukuna lets up a bit and moves Megumi's hand down to her clit, "Rub that pussy for me, baby. Gonna have you cum on this cock and clench for me."
Megumi nods and starts playing with her bud, mouth open in pleasure while tears form in her eyes. Her thighs are shaking and she starts getting louder. She throws her head back and then she's cumming. Sukuna has to both cover her mouth and pin her down since she's both screaming and kicking. Sukuna doesn't waste anytime moving her onto her knees, this time facing the mirror.
"We're not done yet baby. You got a couple more of those still in you, I bet." Sukuna tells her while he's lining himself up with her entrance.
He pushes inside and cages her in with his body, his mouth landing next to her ear. She's moaning and arching beautifully against him, giving him the access he needs in order to fully pummel her.
"Look, baby," He guides Megumi's chin up so she can see them through the mirror, "look how good you're fucking taking all this."
She can barely see with the amount of tears in her eyes but he continues, "Such a good fucking slut. Never realized how good you were gonna be. Shoulda been doing this weeks ago, sweetheart."
"Look at me," he says, and she does.
He locks his mouth on hers and laces his fingers with hers on the sheets. Thank god their school is rich because the bed doesn't even creak from all of this. He gets faster, and his balls start hitting her clit from behind, getting her close again.
"Gonna cum in you baby. You're gonna be fucking full of me, you know that?"
That sends her over the edge with a scream he has to cover yet again, and then he's filling her up. They end up curled up together, breathing heavily.
Sukuna gets up and throws his sweats on.
Megumi turns over and frowns at him, "You're seriously leaving already?"
Sukuna scoffs, "What? You trying to cuddle or something? I gotta go, Gumi. Class starts in an hour and I have every intention of showing up to stare at your ass today, like I do every day."
Several emotions paint Megumi's face and all she can come up with is, "That's why you fucking sit behind me!?"
Sukuna gives her a smile and nod, before walking over to her and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips, too. "Feel better now?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." Megumi says, unimpressed.
Sukuna shrugs and walks to the door, "You want the light on or off?"
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The walk back to Sukuna's room is quiet, save for crickets chirping, and the odd creak from this old ass building settling. Oh, and there's also the flicker from the light above Sukuna's room. He should probably put a work order in for that, but then, he probably doesn't really care. The door is whipped open and he makes quick work of discarding his sweatpants. So much for working out this morning, I guess. Sukuna picks out a black shirt to throw on under his blazer. He stops for a second after taking it out, choosing to fix his sight on a cobweb decorating the far corner of his room.
Sukuna stands there, thinking.
Is it really this fucking easy?
He looks down at his groin.
I'm getting exactly what I want out of this chick. It feels too good to be true.
He looks up again at the cobweb, eyes narrowing.
I need to keep an eye on her.
Sukuna takes the rest of his clothes and stalks to the showers in a loose robe, where he doesn't jack off. He doesn't need to do that anymore. It's great. It's odd. Sukuna shivers under the hot water when he thinks about it. When he gets back to his room, he fishes out the chewed up pen Megumi gave him. The door to his room slams shut as he leaves.
Despite being awoken hours earlier than her alarm, Megumi's day starts a little later than normal. Usually, she's up and dressed by 7:00am, giving her ample time to eat and be early to class. Today however, she spent around an hour and a half being railed by Sukuna, so she just barely manages to pick up her missing book and still make it earlier to her first period. Her forgotten library book from her eighth period class in tow, she arrives to world history, finding an empty classroom. Empty, except for Sukuna. Wait, what?
When Megumi walks into the room, Sukuna is slumped over his desk, tapping his foot insatiably. It looks as if a ghost is giving him a really bad handjob, to be honest. Megumi takes a couple slow steps to find him chewing her pen from yesterday, as well as staring at the seat in front of him – Megumi's seat – mindlessly. As she's peering at him, their eyes meet, and his expression changes from bored to amused.
"Ha, so you are the first one here in the morning. That's kinda funny." He says while leaning back to get a better look at her.
"Why are you here so early?" She prods cautiously. Seeing him here so early is off-putting to Megumi.
"Got up early. How 'bout you?" Sukuna sneers through a grin.
He chuckles when Megumi rolls her eyes at him. Megumi sighs and starts towards the seat in front of him. Knowing Sukuna, there's no use in sitting anywhere else.
Sukuna's comments this morning aren't over, however. "I'm surprised you aren't walking funny, Gumi. Guess you came to me with a little experience under your belt, huh?" Sukuna whispers into her ear once she sits down.
Before she can say anything else, there's the familiar skip-walk sound that is uniquely Gojo Satoru's. At least something is normal today.
Megumi doesn't give Sukuna so much as a parting scoff or side-eye before her name is being sung out by Gojo like it's the fucking national anthem, "MEGUMIIIII~"
Based on the creak coming behind her, it seems like Sukuna has laid back some, but Megumi doesn't look back to check. What she does turn around to see is Gojo, giving her a once over like usual. If he notices Sukuna, he's seemingly ignoring him.
"Woaaah dude, your hair looks like shit today. You get laid or something? It's all messed up!" Gojo quips while landing a clap on her shoulder that's far too heavy for her liking. To make things worse, there's a heavy snort that comes behind her. Oh great, The Asshole is listening.
Megumi sighs deeply, turning her face away from Gojo to hide how red it's getting. Then she faces Gojo again, "No, I'm not that lucky." She jokes back, trying to play it off.
Gojo gives her a chuckle for that as he sits down in front of her. This isn't saying that much, given the fact Gojo seems to find Megumi naturally funny (unintentionally) and laughs at probably every third thing she says. Still, it puts Megumi at ease.
"Well, I could put you in touch with a hairbrush. Maybe that could help with your situation." Gojo winks back at her. He opens a can of Coke and takes a noisy slurp from it, tapping his foot. Now both guys are tapping their feet next to her and Megumi feels even more out of balance. "You ever drink coffee, Meg? You look like you need it."
"Only everyday-" Is what Megumi is able to respond with before her desk is being moved by Sukuna with his feet. Sukuna moves it closer to his, closing the gap between their desks and creating one between her and Gojo's.
And then Gojo is standing up so quickly it nearly gives Megumi whiplash, "Yo Meg! What's the big idea!" Gojo slides next to Megumi and leans an arm on the back of her chair, "Stop moving your desk, I had my Coke sitting there!"
Gojo catches Megumi's eyes and mouths to her, "Do you wanna switch seats?" He looks worried and Megumi doesn't like it one bit. Seeing Gojo upset or worried is like seeing the raccoon from that one viral video lose the cotton candy it was trying to wash and get upset – even if you don't like those little fuckers, it's hard to watch.
Megumi shakes her head with an unserious look on her face, which successfully convinces Gojo to sit back down and chatter with her idly until the bell rings.
The class quiets down as their teacher shuts off the lights and turns the projector on. It's a note-taking day, it seems. Megumi thinks that is a fine way to start the morning, even if the groans emanating from the rest of her peers sound their disagreement. Megumi fetches out a blue pen fit for the task at hand, when she feels something lightly graze her ass. Whatever it is, it's hard and dense. When she turns around, she sees that it's Sukuna's clown-ass shoes poking her. She looks up to see the culprit smiling at her with his arms crossed. Megumi's pen is discarded on the desk.
Sukuna leans forward and whispers, "Take your blazer off."
Megumi would refuse or inquire into why he would want that, but she saves herself the energy and the possible reprimand from their teacher, instead choosing to comply with the demand. It's probably so he can get a better view, Megumi shudders.
The rest of class passes by relatively normally – Sukuna's breath and throat clearing included. What isn't normal is how Sukuna stays until the end of class. The bell rings and Megumi collects her things before being collected herself by Gojo. She feels eyes on her in the hall until she makes it to her next class. How odd.
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Megumi passes through her next few classes Gojo - and thankfully now Sukuna – free. When she finally arrives in the cafeteria, she notices the table next to Gojo's empty. Well again, empty except for Sukuna. What the fuck is he doing? He's sitting there in a grey hoodie (which is totally out of dresscode, by the way) zoning out with some earbuds in. Truly the picture of nonchalance. Anyway, Megumi chooses to ignore him in favor of the white-haired guy beckoning her over from the next table.
Gojo gets up from his seat and takes the one to its left, pointing to the one he just vacated, "Megumiiii! Sit here! I kept your seat warm!" He gets a small chorus of laughter from his other friends at the table, and an equally deserved scowl from Megumi.
"Why the fuck would you do that, Gojo?" Megumi sighs as she sits down, although not before making a show of wiping it off with a napkin. This earns her a pout from Gojo and Megumi has to suppress a smile.
"Aww, I was just looking out for you, Me'mi." Gojo coos back at her.
Megumi opens her mouth to make a response, but a sudden grating sound cuts through the air. It can easily be identified as a chair scraping the tile of the cafeteria floor. Megumi doesn't need to put her head on a swivel to know that it's Sukuna. Megumi pauses her thought, but she doesn't miss how Gojo's gaze lifts off of her onto the space behind her. He quickly looks back at her and his smile grows.
"Satoru, you keep speaking to him like he's an underclassman," is what Gojo's best friend and better half, Getou Suguru interjects with. She likes Getou. He's a calming presence that takes the bite out of some of Gojo's antics, although other times he is just as likely to join in on them. At least this one knows tact and boundaries.
"He'll say it's because I'm short." Megumi puts bluntly while trying to unwrap the cellophane from around her sandwich. She eventually ends up tearing open the damn thing. It will take an embarrassing amount of future attempts to just start ripping it open from the get-go.
Gojo leans into her and gives her a squeeze while her hands are occupied and unavailable to swat at him, "No no nooooo. It's because you're tiny! You're maybe like, 10,000 calories total." He claps her on the shoulder before moving away with a wink.
She glares at him through the first bite of her sandwich while another voice pops up, "Yeah Megumi, I could totally throw you over my shoulder right now and run off with you!"
Megumi swallows particularly hard when she hears that. You see, the gentleman who just spoke right now is none other than Haibara Yu, an underclassman of theirs. Of everyone at the table, Gojo, Getou, Haibara, and also Nanami Kento (who tends to stay quiet unless spoken to), Megumi definitely wants Haibara to rail her the most. Whoever said that women didn't have dirty minds like men clearly fucking wasn't a woman, because she had imagined it with all of them by now. She was put off of Gojo immediately after seeing him as a brother, and by Getou for much of the same reason. Nanami was just… well.... There's nothing wrong with the guy, but Megumi couldn't imagine him fucking her without being critical of something about her which quickly ruined the fantasy. Now then, Haibara? Total fucking dumbass. Total fucking hunk, too. He may have been born with a brain full of rocks, but he was always trying his hardest to do well at their school, and Megumi lovesss an earnest man. He's just plain nice, too. Kind and unshakeable: that's totally Megumi's type.
Megumi turns towards Haibara and meets his gaze, he's grinning. "I'd rather have you than anyone else at this table pick me up, Haibara." Megumi says through a fake sigh. She swears his ears tinge pink.
Just then, there's a very loud 'pop' although it sounds like a mini-explosion. It startles Megumi, who drops her sandwich back onto the cellophane it was wrapped in. Megumi can't help but turn towards the noise and investigate. As usual, the anomalies of present stem from Sukuna, who now holds an open bag of chips in his hand. His chair is much closer to Megumi than it is to his own table, and it's turned towards Gojo. He loudly gnaws on his spoils and fixes Megumi with an impassive gaze.
"Itadori! Chill the fuck out!" Gojo barks at Sukuna. It's the first time Megumi has seen Gojo speak to Sukuna all year.
"Sorry, my hands were greasy and I had to open this bag somehow." Sukuna responds, still staring at Megumi.
Megumi rolls her eyes, "So you popped it? I haven't seen someone do that since fucking middle school."
"Mans gotta eat, Fushiguro. You should know all about that, right?" Sukuna raises his eyebrows at her with a sneer and Megumi feels her blood run a little colder.
Before Megumi or Gojo can retort, there's a fat hairy arm waving in front of all three of them, "Okay, what am I seeing here? Mr. Itadori, are you with this table or at your own? You're going to block traffic." The owner of that densely covered appendage turns to Megumi and gives her a devastatingly inappropriate wink.
It's Mr. H-Man. He's one of those corny teachers that goes by a nickname because he hates the name he was born with, or at least that's Megumi's opinion. Megumi doesn't really have many high opinions of this guy in general, however. Mr. H-Man teaches robotics; Megumi doesn't take robotics, nor does she give a damn about robots in any capacity. Despite this, Mr. H-Man finds a way to annoy her with useless chatter at least a few times a week. It's creepy and Megumi is pretty sure he wants to bang her. Presently he's found a way to 'save her' from this awful bully, and will now likely be cashing in whatever attention that unprompted action has bought him. Little does he know, Megumi hates him even more than she dislikes Sukuna.
"I'm with them." Sukuna says so bluntly it almost has Megumi laughing. Almost.
What does get her to snort is seeing Mr. H-Man's stupid fucking bravado falter. He looks genuinely floored that Sukuna would take the option that he just gave him. Idiot.
Mr. H-Man turns to Sukuna, "U-Uhm well- well from where I was standing just now, you moved over here and are causing disturbances! You're lucky I'm not writing you up right now!" He's red in the face and fully wagging his finger at Sukuna.
Sukuna shrugs and moves his chair closer to his table noisily, keeping his eyes on Megumi as he lazily throws more chips in his mouth. Mr. H-Man then turns to Megumi and the rest of the table.
"Well then! Sorry about that, folks!" He turns his gaze down to Megumi where his fake smile turns into an even faker one, "Megumi! Now that I'm here, I've been meaning to ask you to help me with something for the robotics club. Could you come help me right now? You can take your lunch with you, obviously." The saccharine tone of this old fart's voice is quickly pissing Megumi off and ruining her appetite.
She doesn't get to respond before a hand flies over the back of her chair, "Nice try, Mr. H-Man! Our Me'mi here isn't even part of the robotics club!" Gojo is wearing a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes, from what Megumi can tell. "You don't have to worry about him: we promise we aren't picking on him!" Gojo claps her on the shoulder again, and this time it's light.
Megumi gives Gojo a shocked look which he pretends not to see, and turns to face Mr. H-Man, "Uhm, sorry sir. I'm busy right now."
Mr. H-Man forces a laugh, "Oh ahaha! That's alright! You kids enjoy your lunch!" And then the rat bastard is sauntering away like nothing happened.
There's a beat of silence before Nanami pipes up, "That man is definitely a pedophile." The table erupts into a roar of laughter, and Megumi swears she hears Sukuna in its mix.
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The remaining few hours of the school day close without any further incidents. Still, the events of the day weigh on Megumi's mind, so she goes right to her room after the last bell rings. She checks her messages after tearing off her clothes and settling into a loose shirt and briefs. There's one. It's from Gojo and it's a concerned looking Bitmoji of him holding up a sign that says 'Everything OK?' Megumi laughs at this, because well, Gojo is such a fucking millennial it hurts. She sends back a thumbs-up emoji which Gojo leaves a heart reaction to. How sweet. It's not anything close to the debriefing she would expect from her other friends back at home, but their concise system works for them just fine.
Just then, there's a knock at the door. Guess who?
"Hey there, baby." Is what Megumi opens the door to. Sukuna is leaning on its frame with his arms crossed.
Megumi gasps and quickly pulls him inside, "Dumbass! Don't call me that in the hallway!" She pokes him on the arm which Sukuna snorts at.
Sukuna puts his hands up and steps back, "Chill out, babe. There was no one around. I'm not fucking stupid." He walks towards her and crosses his arms again, looming over her. "What, you scared Gojo will see?" His tone is mocking, and Megumi can't but feel it's coming from a place of insecurity.
Megumi twists her head towards his taunting with an arched brow, "What about Gojo?" Megumi crosses her arms back at him and shifts her weight onto one leg.
Sukuna leans in even more. "You guys seem awfully close."
Megumi scoffs and waves her hand at Sukuna dismissively, "Oh please, he is not your competition." She turns around and starts rummaging through her dresser for some shorts to throw on.
Sukuna leans on the wall and watches her ass, "Good. I don't like the idea of being Eskimo brothers with Gojo fucking Satoru."
Megumi stops her search for a second and has to smile at that. She finds it funny that Sukuna took her answer that way, because he definitely does still have competition. Megumi would fuck the bangs off of Haibara, but she isn't stupid enough to expose her secret to anyone willingly, no matter how horny. Truly a shame. Just then, she feels two warm hands snake into her shirt and squeeze her chest.
"Woah, woah, hold on! Don't just grab at me like that!" Megumi barks at Sukuna and wriggles away from him.
"Oh, so I'm not allowed to touch you anymore?" Sukuna spits back. He crowds her against her dresser and places his arms on either side of her, further caging her in. "I think you're forgetting something, Fushiguro Megumi." His tone is so demanding and it pisses Megumi off.
"Oh my god, no. Just-just stop okay?" She shakes her head and pushes against his chest gently. "I just want you to ask, Sukuna. I still have some dignity I'm trying to preserve, here."
Sukuna lifts off of her. "Dignity, huh?"
Megumi takes in a deep sigh. She cards a hand through her hair and places the other one on the dresser to support her lean. "You know, I've had some time to think about everything that's going on between us." When she looks up, Sukuna looks a bit shocked, maybe even nervous. Megumi hides her surprise after noticing that and continues. "I'm willing to play a part in whatever it is you want, but I won't let myself be treated like some kind of consumable. I'd rather go back home and have to retake the year than be used and thrown away in the way you've been with me." She pulls her arms around herself and shakes her head before looking back up at him with resolve. "If we're gonna keep doing this, we need to set some ground rules."
Suprisingly, Sukuna sits down on her bed and puts his hands behind him, leaning back calmly, "Ground rules? Sure. What's up."
Megumi uncrosses her arms and gapes at him incredulously. "Wait, you're actually going to listen to me?"
It's Sukuna's turn to sigh now. He looks down at his nails on his right hand and starts picking at the skin around his thumb nonchalantly. "I never really wanted to force you, you know. Well, at least not physically." He looks up. "I just want to fuck you, so if you have some condition that will keep things that way, I'll probably take it."
Megumi feels like she's just been slapped. "Are you being serious right now? Do you have memory loss? The only reason why I've been letting you fuck me is ultimately because you blackmailed me."
"Well," Sukuna crosses his legs in the way guys usually do, "the plan was to get you used to me and then ask you to be my girlfriend. I guess we're closer to that than I thought."
Hearing Sukuna admit this just makes Megumi feel worse. "Why didn't you just try asking me out from the get-go? I probably would have at least agreed to a date considering everything."
"Considering everything?" Sukuna echoes.
"Yeah, I mean, considering that you could blackmail me if I refused to go out with you even in that situation." Her voice is faltering.
"Okay? So what's the difference?" Sukuna looks at her with a bored expression.
"My feelings." Megumi hugs herself tighter. "You didn't even try to be a gentleman."
"That's not really my thing, sweetheart. Plus, I figured winning you over would take some time, and well, I'm a busy guy, Megumi."
"Yea, busy twiddling your thumbs and reaching your hand into your pants."
He chuckles and stands up, but doesn't waste any more time, "Okay. You said ground rules. What are they?" He approaches her and takes her arms into his hands, rubbing circles into them. She supposes this is how he tries showing affection, and that somehow makes her feel better. Oh girl!
"There's only two, so far." Sukuna rolls his eyes at 'so far'. "One, you have to ask before you initiate anything sexual. Two," Megumi reaches into her backpack and pulls out a slightly worn box, "You have to wrap it."
Sukuna takes the box, turning it around in his hand with a puzzled expression. "How long have you had these?"
Megumi crosses her arms and looks up at him. "I just got them today, so no, they aren't expired. I checked."
He looks back at her, even more shocked. "You went off campus??"
"No, I stole them from Gojo's backpack. He keeps a lot of useful shit in there." Megumi responds like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Sukuna turns around with the box, mostly muttering to himself. "You're really one of one, Gumi."
"Thanks, now do you agree? Do you have any terms?" She takes Sukuna by his shirt and tugs him back around to face her.
Sukuna takes a condom out of the box. "I'm okay with asking you and wrapping it. At least I'm okay wrapping it for now. I don't know what it feels like." He closes his fist around it for a reason Megumi can't fathom. "I'm willing to do pretty much anything that guarantees your clothes come off when I want them to. Beyond that, my only condition is that when I ask, you give me pussy." He meets her eyes. "Oh, and I won't bother you when you're sick or anything." She nods and gives him a look that says, 'yea no fucking shit'. "And from here on out, you're gonna be my girlfriend. That's a huge upgrade from unpaid whore. I'll actually buy you stuff now."
Megumi should probably be questioning a lot in that statement, but she gets thrown off by the last thing. "You know you don't just have sex with your girlfriend? Relationships are more than that."
Sukuna cracks a grin and pulls Megumi in by her waist. The condom he was holding falls to the ground. "Oh I know. I'm gonna take you places, baby. Maybe finger you at the movies. Won't that be fun?"
"You're horrible." Megumi hits his chest softly.
"I'll even spend the night here after I fuck you." He whispers into her hair. "You got kinda mad when I left you this morning, right?"
"That's a shitty thing for anyone to do!" She protests back, glaring into his eyes.
"Right, riiiight. I feel like you're beginning to like me back, baby." He gives her a tight squeeze and Megumi rolls her eyes.
He reaches down to kiss her, but Megumi stops him with a finger on his lips, "Ahem, rule number one."
"Oh c'mon Gumi, it's just a little kiss!" Sukuna whines against her finger.
"Yea, and none of our kisses lead to us just holding hands – try again."
Sukuna grins and leans down to her ear, whispering, "Hey baby, can I kiss you and then fuck your brains out?"
Megumi pulls his hair so that she can access him for a searing kiss.
What follows is some incredibly uncomfortable sex for Megumi. The discarded condom from before gets picked up and Sukuna wastes no time in figuring how to get it on. He's a quick learner, turns out. Sukuna kicks out of the rest of his uniform before hoisting Megumi and carrying her the few paces to her bed, depositing her so she's splayed out on her back. She tries taking off her shirt but he stops her and simply leaves it rolled up. Probably some fantasy of his. Wonderful.
He hooks his hand into the briefs she's wearing and tugs them off, "I gotta say: briefs? Really?"
Megumi pouts at him, "Well I gotta play the whole part, right? What? Do they look weird?"
"Weird? No way, baby. Your ass looks great in them." He coos and Megumi turns her head to the side with a new shade of pink adorning it.
Then he's playing with her pussy. She leans back into her pillows with a sigh as his thumb circles her clit roughly. She looks down at his wrapped up cock and wonders if it'll feel any different for her. While she's distracted, Sukuna jams his ring and middle finger into her pussy, opening her up for him. Megumi arches her back and Sukuna catches her moan in a sloppy kiss. He works her open for a few more minutes before he settles his cock at her entrance. Sukuna pauses and looks at her. Megumi bites her lip and nods, and he slides home.
The first few strokes are normal, and have Megumi curling into him, bringing him closer. It's after this point that Sukuna picks up the pace and begins thrusting into her, hard. So hard, in fact, that her moans quickly become grunts of pain. Sukuna, in his horny stupor, doesn't register a thing as amiss and keeps pounding into her with his head in the crook of her neck. He finishes with a hiss and kisses her deeply.
"Ah shit, I guess that wasn't so bad after all- Huh? Megumi?" Sukuna looks down to see an incredibly distraught Megumi.
"Sukuna?"
"…Baby?"
"Forget about the second rule…. I don't think you can feel what's going on down there, and I certainly fucking do."