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Megumi is sitting in front of the TV when he hears a loud knock on his front door. He didn’t think his dad was expecting anyone tonight, especially since he was out right now, but then again people do like to drop by unannounced. He doesn’t know how many times he’s had to listen to his dad rant about how people need to learn to warn him before they come over. Standing up, he makes his way over to the front door. The monitor on the wall doesn’t work anymore, so instead he cracks the door open uneasily.
“Dad’s not here right now,” Megumi says, not even bothering to look at the stranger.
“That’s fine,” the person says smoothly. “Let me in, I can wait.”
Megumi’s eyes widen in surprise at the voice, knowing good and well who it is. Sukuna slaps a hand against the door, pushing it roughly until Megumi stumbles back. The door opens wide, revealing Sukuna’s smirking form. His hands are in his pockets, his tattoos on clear display, and he looks much like a cat who has gotten the cream.
“Your father owes me money, Megumi,” Sukuna says as he steps over the threshold. Sukuna kicks his shoes off, before making his way further into the apartment. Megumi stays frozen where he stands for a moment and then he finally slams the front door shut, turning to Sukuna.
“I told you,” Megumi finally says. “He isn’t here right now. So come back later.”
Sukuna tsks, shaking his head. “I said that I can wait for him right here.”
“You might be waiting all night,” Megumi says, because it’s true. Sometimes his dad doesn’t come home, either too drunk to bother going anywhere or he’s in some love hotel with whoever is willing enough to fall into bed with him.
Megumi hates that, but it’s not like his dad will listen to his complaints. Or change, for that matter.
“Look at that, I have all night,” Sukuna tells him. “And maybe I don’t need your dear old dad to get a little bit of repayment.”
Megumi doesn’t like the sound of that. Even so, he still asks, “What do you mean?”
“Well, Toji has a beautiful son right in front of me, looking even better than the last time I came around,” Sukuna replies. “Maybe I can get a little piece of you for repayment.”
“I’m not for sale,” Megumi spits out. “Not for whatever ridiculous money my dad owes you.”
“No, but I doubt your dad would mind if I fucked you. Not if it meant clearing his debt with me.” The look that graces Sukuna’s face is hungry. “Plus I know how you look at me. So how about it, sweetheart? I fuck you, your dad no longer has to worry about paying me back, and you can get a taste of how well I can take care of you.”
His words make Megumi freeze, feeling called out. Of course, Megumi has eyed the man a few times, the way he exudes so much power and the way he talks, smooth like silk. He’s attractive in a way that you look but don’t touch, like flames on a campfire. That’s how it was always going to be, but here Sukuna is giving him an ultimatum. If he doesn’t let Sukuna fuck him, then the man will continue waiting here, and who knows what will happen once his dad gets home. A fight, maybe. Because if it’s anything that Megumi does know, it is that Sukuna doesn’t take lightly to people owing him.
“Fine,” Megumi concedes, and watches how Sukuna’s smile only grows.
“Good boy,” Sukuna says. “Now how about you show me to your room?”
Megumi stays rooted where he stands, until Sukuna is grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway to where the bedrooms are. Instead of turning into Megumi’s room, Sukuna keeps leading him down, until they stop in front of his dad’s room.
“We passed my room,” Megumi points out, but Sukuna only laughs.
“This one will do,” Sukuna says, pushing open the door.
The bed isn’t made, but the room itself isn’t too messy. There’s a few articles of clothing on the floor, an opened bottle of lube on the nightstand, and a table by the sliding glass door that opens onto the balcony where there are a few bottles of beer. Sukuna stops him in front of the bed and starts pushing up Megumi’s shirt. Megumi pushes his hands away and does it himself, tossing his shirt off to the side. Sukuna seems to like that, watching as every inch of Megumi’s skin is revealed.
“Knew this was a great idea,” Sukuna murmurs. “Look at you, so beautiful.”
Megumi wants to both cover himself from Sukuna’s prying eyes, and also wants to preen from the attention. Sukuna makes a little noise in the back of his throat, giving Megumi a once over before twirling his finger.
“Turn around for me, let me see you,” Sukuna murmurs. Megumi complies, turning until his back is to Sukuna. He gasps when he feels Sukuna’s hands on his waist, shivering at the way his fingers feel against his skin. “You truly are the perfect payment, and I don’t know why I haven’t thought about this sooner.”
“Shut up,” Megumi snaps. “Just get on with it.”
Sukuna smacks him on the side of his ass, just a light tap. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Present for me, little blessing.”
Megumi does what he’s told, crawling onto the bed until he’s able to rest his hand onto his arms. The cold air hits his bare skin, making him shiver. Sukuna is quiet behind him except for the faint sound of rustling clothes. He chances a look back just as Sukuna is tossing his shirt aside. His tattoos adorn his chest, curling in different directions and highlighting more of his strength. Megumi hates how the sight of him only manages to turn him on more, his dick twitching between his legs with interest. It’s not like this is for anything more than his dad’s payment. He’d be delusional to think otherwise.
“Spread yourself for me,” Sukuna instructs next, and Megumi blushes when he spreads his ass for him. Sukuna hmms in response, clearly pleased with what he sees, and Megumi only blushes darker. Megumi hides his face in the blankets below him, biting his bottom lip when he feels Sukuna run a hand down the length of his back, settling on his ass.
Sukuna squeezing his ass has Megumi gasping, pressing back against the hand. Sukuna squeezes again, his finger moving up along where Megumi’s exposed for him. Megumi’s grip falters, until he lets go instead to grip into the sheets. Sukuna presses a finger, just the tip, into Megumi’s hole. His finger is wet, coated in lube. He must’ve grabbed it from the nightstand while Megumi was settling himself on the bed. Sukuna presses his finger in deeper, curling it just right that has Megumi fighting back a moan and pressing his face harder against the bed.
“You look good taking my fingers,” Sukuna says, sliding his finger out, only to replace it with two. He presses in deep, curling and stretching, almost hitting the right spot. It’s almost as if he’s content to keep fingering him, watching the way Megumi falls apart on his fingers.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Megumi gasps out, biting down onto the comforter. “Fuck. I thought you were going to take your payment. Instead you’re playing with my ass.”
“I may not be fucking you yet, but I am still enjoying myself, and that is paying me back,” Sukuna says, voice syrupy and deep. “Just relax, and let me have my fun with you.”
Sukuna presses in with three, quicker and harder than before, and a moan startles out of Megumi’s mouth. He grips tighter to the comforter and hates himself a little with how his body responds, pressing back against Sukuna’s hand that’s expertly getting him off. He realizes, with bright clarity, that Sukuna could make him come like this. He doesn’t want to, because he’s sure that’ll only inflate whatever ego Sukuna must have. Sukuna is making noises behind him, little moans of his own, appreciative sounds as he fingers Megumi open.
“Please,” Megumi starts begging eventually, pressing back harder against Sukuna, wanting more. Sukuna is too good at this, fingering him almost too perfectly, and Megumi feels on edge. Maybe this will only make Sukuna more smug and proud of himself, but also maybe he deserves to feel that way with how good his fingers feel.
Maybe it’s not so bad after all, letting Sukuna fuck him to clear his father’s debt, if it feels this good. Sukuna is hot, after all.
“I want to feel you in me,” Megumi continues to beg when he still hasn’t gotten a response from Sukuna.
Sukuna laughs, a pleased little sound that has Megumi shivering. “Fine, if you’re that hungry for it.”
Megumi looks back, watching as Sukuna finally kicks off his pants and underwear. His cock is big, heavy-looking between his legs, and Megumi subconsciously licks his lips at the sight. Of course, Sukuna’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him, and proportionate to how big he is everywhere else.
“Lift your ass a little more for me, sweetheart,” Sukuna instructs, and when Megumi does as he’s told, he says, “Good, good, that’s perfect.”
Sukuna pushes in one a solid press inside, and Megumi’s back bows with how good it feels as Sukuna finally fills him up.
“Going to make a mess of you on your dad’s sheets,” Sukuna croons in his ear as he bottoms out. “Leave you here so when he comes home, he can see how much his son loves cock. How you came all over his nice bed, because you couldn’t get enough of my cock pounding into your tight ass.”
“Sukuna, please,” Megumi begs, and Sukuna answers by gripping tight to his hair, pulling out and slamming back in. All the breath leaves Megumi’s lungs at the force of the thrust, and Sukuna doesn’t even give him a chance to get it back as Sukuna uses him. All Megumi can manage to do is hold tight to the bed, moan so loud he’s sure the neighbors can hear, and take whatever Sukuna gives him.
They get so lost in each other that neither of them hears the door open until Toji’s voice cuts through the sound of skin slapping against skin. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Sukuna.”
Both of them stop what they’re doing, long enough that Megumi manages to push Sukuna off of him and scramble up to the head of the bed. Toji is smirking in the doorway and palming his cock, and Megumi wonders how long his father has been standing there watching. Sukuna makes eye contact with Toji and they seem to have some sort of silent discussion, because in the next moment Toji waves his hand and says, “Continue. I was enjoying the show. He’s a good fuck, isn’t he?”
Megumi’s face heats at the comment and he doesn’t get a moment to say anything to it, when Sukuna grabs ahold of his ankles and yanks him back down.
“You let him fuck you?” Sukuna asks, as he repositions himself at Megumi’s entrance. Megumi nods, not able to find his voice, and moans when Sukuna thrusts back inside. His eyes close on instinct, but Sukuna taps him on the side of the face and says, “Open those beautiful eyes, Megumi.”
When he does, it’s to see Toji looming over Sukuna’s shoulder, as Sukuna fucks hard into Megumi. He moans loudly, his hands scrambling at Sukuna’s sweaty back for purchase. There’s a certain look on his father’s face, one that he knows means he has an idea up his sleeve, and Megumi’s curious what that’ll be. When Sukuna’s thrusts falter, he realizes that Toji is two fingers deep into Sukuna.
“You’re doing a good job making Megumi feel good,” Toji says. “But let me show you how it’s really done.”
Sukuna squeezes his eyes shut on a moan, his hips pressing back into Toji’s touch and then back into Megumi. Sukuna is mumbling things under his breath, voice lust-drunk as he fights himself on what feels better - Megumi’s tight ass or Toji’s thick fingers.
“How many people have you bottomed for?” Toji asks conversationally.
“Not many,” Sukuna gasps out, his hands losing their tightness on Megumi’s hips for a moment. “Nobody knows how to fuck me right.”
Toji smirks. “This is how we’re going to do this. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to keep fucking Megumi, and it’s going to be the best sex you’ve ever had.”
Sukuna makes an aborted thrust into Megumi, nodding. “It’s already the best sex I’ve ever had. Megumi’s so tight around me. He’s perfect.”
“He is perfect,” Toji agrees. “He always feels great sinking into. The way he responds, the way he feels.”
“His cock feels better than yours,” Megumi says, because if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s riling Toji up. Toji’s eyes light up at that, with the challenge. Although unless Toji doesn’t come in Sukuna, it’s not like Toji will take the challenge tonight.
“Is that so?” Toji raises an eyebrow. “I’ll have to give you a reminder later then, ‘Gumi, since you seem to have forgotten.”
“How about you shut up and fuck me, while I fuck your son,” Sukuna snaps.
Toji turns his attention back on Sukuna between them, his eyes darkening at Sukuna’s tone. Toji doesn’t even bother taking his pants off, just unzips them and gives his cock a few strokes, and then he presses into Sukuna. No good build up, no warning, just fucks into Sukuna until Sukuna is slapping a hand back against whatever he can reach of Toji. Which happens to be Toji’s arm that’s snaking its way across Sukuna’s chest.
“Does this,” Toji snaps his hips forward, drilling into Sukuna, “pay you back then?”
“Maybe,” Sukuna says.
“Because that’s what this is, right?” Toji asks, voice a dangerous whisper against Sukuna’s ear. “You get a taste of my sweet boy, and then I don’t owe you anymore?”
“Didn’t think you’d mind,” Sukuna says. When Toji pulls out, only to slam his hips into Sukuna again, it causes Sukuna to thrust hard into Megumi.
Megumi moans, his hands threading through Sukuna’s hair and gripping tight. “Just fuck me, stop talking.”
Toji doesn’t listen though. “You can fuck him whenever you want, if you can wipe my debt clean. But on one more condition.”
“Yeah?” Sukuna asks. “What’s that?”
“If I can fuck you on the regular, too. Your ass is as nice as ‘Gumi’s,” Toji murmurs. “I could get used to fucking you when I want, having you both on beck and call.”
Toji fucks deeper into Sukuna, which just keeps drilling him right into Megumi, and Megumi shouts. Toji’s thrusts are powerful, so much that Sukuna is barely doing anything between them except for the occasional moments where he presses back against Toji before being shoved back deep into Megumi. It feels almost too good, and with the way Sukuna is breathing heavily and moaning, he’s feeling the same way that Megumi is.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Megumi asks through a gasp, cupping Sukuna’s face and bringing him closer. “Does it feel good?”
Sukuna nods, jerky movements that have Megumi smirking. “Good, so good, ‘m close.”
“Kiss me,” Megumi orders, and smiles into it when Sukuna obeys.
The kiss is a little messy and uncoordinated, but it’s still enough to make Megumi’s toes curl with how good it feels to have Sukuna’s mouth against his. Toji moans out their names, murmurs something about how hot the two look together. Sukuna shouts into the kiss on a particularly hard thrust.
Megumi tosses his head back on a long-drawn out moan as he comes between his and Sukuna’s stomachs. He watches lazily as Toji wraps a hand around Sukuna’s throat, settling there but not hard enough to choke, and fucks Sukuna hard enough that Sukuna’s eyes go wide, the breath being knocked out of him. When Sukuna comes, it’s with a quiet sob as he collapses onto Megumi. Toji laughs under his breath as he fists his cock.
“Lay back and look pretty,” Toji instructs them both and Sukuna slowly moves to curl up next to Megumi. Toji strips his cock, until he’s coming onto them both, a smirk still firmly on his face. Sukuna flips him off, but there’s a smile of his own on his face, so he must not truly care that much.
“Should’ve been asking for sex as payment from you Fushiguro’s this entire time,” Sukuna comments. “Who knew this is what you were hiding from me.”
“He mentioned it once, but I told him to fuck off,” Megumi says.
“Every time he came around, you always looked like you wanted to sit on his cock,” Toji says to Megumi. “Only natural I ask you to use that to our advantage.”
Sukuna stretches with a yawn. “I got both of you in the end, so it looks like you paid your debt and took care of any future issues. Good for you. But don’t offer him to anyone else, he’s mine and mine alone.”
Megumi makes a noise of distaste, but can’t really deny that deal, if it means he doesn’t get tossed around as some bargaining chip to all of his father’s so-called friends.
“And mine,” Toji reminds him.
“Of course.” Sukuna runs a hand up Megumi’s stomach, until he’s cupping his face in his hand and smiling down at him. “How about we rest for a bit, and then I watch you ride your daddy’s cock?”
Megumi blushes, even though not even five minutes ago he had Sukuna’s cock up his ass. “Give me at least one hour of sleep.”
Toji grins, running a hand up Megumi’s thigh to his hip, caressing the skin there. “I can always go for round two in an hour.”
Megumi shuts his eyes and tries to ignore the two men curled up on either side of him. One hour of rest, and then he’ll deal with a round two. Maybe it’s not so bad after all. At least Sukuna’s hot, and at least Toji seems just as interested in him.