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God, Megumi loved the days he got to work inside the castle.
For the past three weeks he had been doing yard work, the grounds of the kingdom were huge so it was enough work to fill 10 hours of his day, every day for weeks while still needing help from the other servants. Normally, he wouldn’t mind. He liked the nature, he liked how much alone time he got, and it helped that he enjoyed being tanned, however, the fact that he was four months pregnant and almost constantly horny did anything but help.
He had spent the past three weeks boiling under the sun, sweating from every pore in his body, covered in dirt and grime all while fighting the strong urge to both throw up and go into a pseudo-heat in the middle of the fields for all the other servants to see. So it went without saying, he now loved days he got to work inside the castle. He didn’t care he was on his hands and knees scrubbing toilets, dusting bookshelves that never got used and cleaning the disgusting mess of the kitchens, he was inside, out of the sun, and surrounded by at least 5 bathrooms on every floor. He used to hate it, but now he was thankful for how extravagant royalty could be.
“You look good on your hands and knees, I should request you work inside more often.”
Speaking of royalty…
“You should request I work inside because I’m pregnant with your kid, not because you have a kink for me being your housemaid.”
Sukuna was the prince. The eldest son, the next in line to be king, betrothed to an Omega from another kingdom. He was seen by many as righteous to his people, ruthless to those who wronged him, with all the grit and strength it took to rule a nation. But still, he was still a prince who fucked the help, had dirty affairs, and who got his favourite maid pregnant. All without anyone knowing.
Sukuna leaned on the door frame of the bathroom, looking down on Megumi who was sitting down in front of the bathtub. He looked gross compared to royalty and Sukuna suspected that’s why he liked Megumi. Everyone else was too clean, to polished, even he had to be trimmed and attractive for his position, but Megumi had never been any of that. He was the help, the older maid’s unmated but pregnant Omega son. His clothes were hand me downs, and he would probably live and die working inside the castle because he’d never be able to afford to leave. He was everything Sukuna could never be, and it was hot. He loved things when they were dirty. He got off on what people looked down on.
“Hmm…” He smirked, “Wouldn’t that be suspicious? If I let one stupid, unmated pregnant Omega work in the castle but not any others?”
“You know it’s just me.” It’s true, he was the only one right now who was pregnant.
“How should I? You all fuck each other like dogs.”
Megumi groaned, why couldn’t Sukuna be wrong? The king had 3 families working for him for generations. Literal generations. They all bred with each other at some point so Sukuna was right in thinking at least one of them was always pregnant. Last year it was Gojo, the year before was Junpei, and before that was Megumi’s own sister, Tsumiki. But still, Megumi scoffed.
“Believe whatever you want.”
Sukuna huffed in amusement. His Omega could get so annoyed so easily. He was even grumpier now that he was pregnant. Speaking of which… Sukuna grinned and licked his lips. He didn’t intend to have Megumi working outside the castle for those 3 weeks, but it definitely gave Sukuna something to look at now. Under Megumi’s tattered shirt and sweater was a small, round bump. It made his heart swell and his dick throb. He remembered the last time he got a maid pregnant. Geto, was it? No- Gojo. He loved watching get bigger. His entire pregnancy he didn’t stop complaining either, his belly was too tight, Sukuna’s spawn kicked him too much, he was too nauseous, he was always horny, the list went on and the only way Sukuna could get him to shut up as to fuck him.
He walked further into the bathroom while Megumi scrubbed the tub,
“If you need something I can get it for you.” Megumi said in a monotone voice, just because he was a maid, didn’t mean he was always happy about serving Sukuna of all people. Part of him was pissed off; he fucked the man and got pregnant and still had to be his loyal servant. He should have known to expect this though; every Omega Sukuna got pregnant was never a lover of his, they were what he was, a maid who fucked the prince.
Sukuna took his shirt off, slowly like he was putting on a show. Megumi’s eyes were caught, his mouth watered and he felt slick start to form in his pants, curse pregnancy, he got horny so easily,
“What are you doing?” He snapped, he was busy cleaning.
“Taking a shower,” Sukuna hummed back, he shucked his pants off, then his socks, then boxers until he was beautifully, shamelessly nude,
“You could at least wait for me to finish in here,” Megumi loathed Sukuna in moments like this, he was cleaning the scum from the bathroom on his hands and knees and Sukuna was naked in front of him getting ready to take a hot shower.
He was greeted with silence. The glass shower door opened, the water started, and the bathroom started filling with steam,
“Fuck, you idiot.” Megumi cursed under his breath, quickly scrambling up to shut and lock the bathroom door. Sukuna wanted to have sex. It was obvious. Whenever he did it was always like this; dangerous, they could get caught, and always when Sukuna wanted it and when Megumi was busy.
The door locked and no one was in the bathroom but them. Megumi weighed his options. No one would know he was in there with Sukuna. And as long as they weren’t too loud and the King didn’t explicitly see, no one cared. Everyone pretended they didn’t know who got Megumi pregnant, but everyone knew. Sukuna’s pheromones were getting to him and the slick in his boxers was only growing.
Megumi hurried to take his clothes off. First his shirt, discarded to the ground, and next he kicked his pants off. They were getting tight, he’d have to ask Gojo for some larger clothes he had left over from his pregnancy. He opened the shower door and got in. His eyes fell down; Sukuna was already hard. Megumi felt his slick drip between his legs, being pregnant made his hormones go crazy.
Sukuna grabbed him by the hips and pushed him against the shower wall. Immediately he was drenched with hot water and Sukuna’s teeth were against his neck. Sukuna would never bite him. He’d always just tease him. Fangs against his bonding site, teasing him. Megumi whined. He wanted to be near Sukuna so badly. So so badly. He felt his small cock harden against his belly and Sukuna’s own pressed up against his cunt. He gasped at the pressure. Sukuna pushed in with no warning and Megumi groaned.
“F-Fuck-“ He choked, and Sukuna’s grip on his hips tightened, he fucking into Megumi harder, using him like a toy,
“Be louder.” Sukuna slammed against Megumi in all the right places, he was so so sensitive down there and Sukuna knew.
“People-“ Megumi choked out between thrusts, god, when Sukuna fucked him like this it was as if electricity was coursing through his veins, fiery hot and powerful,
“Who cares about them.” Megumi moaned; again, Sukuna was right. No one in their right mind would ask about moaning from the Prince’s bathroom, let alone now that Megumi had started to show.
Megumi smirked, panting out hot breath, he knew what to say to get Sukuna riled up; “What? Don’t care about all the Omega’s you knocked up anymore? Am I special or something?”
At the mention of him being pregnant Sukuna groaned, and his hand slammed into the shower wall for balance. Sukuna may have had authority over Megumi, but Megumi knew what buttons to push to bother him.
“F-Fuck you.” Sukuna groaned out, biting his lip and getting closer, he could feel Megumi clench around his cock, he was so wet and tight it was unbelievable, and he smelt amazing.
“Try harder.” Megumi groaned, he put both his hands against the shower wall to stable himself and Sukuna grabbed his hands, gripping them tightly and interlocking their fingers. Fuck did he regret saying that.
One of Sukuna’s hands was on his hip, grabbing so hard it hurt. Megumi was shoved into the wall, his cock, belly, chest and face were shoved into the wet tile and he got dizzy. Sukuna thrusted into him harder than ever, Megumi swore he could feel Sukuna’s cock in his womb. He felt so unbelievably full, he couldn’t stop moaning, gasping for breath. The fire in his stomach roared and made his cock twitch while his cunt practically gushed slick. The air in his lungs started to build pressure in his throat and his cunt felt like it was burning. He was so uncomfortable but so turned on and it was unbearable.
“Please- ‘Kuna, bite-“
“You’re rambling…” Sukuna’s canines grazed his neck, “How cute.”
He bit hard enough to break the skin but not hard enough to bond. Megumi whined out in pleasure, a small amount of blood trickling into Sukuna’s mouth. Just as Megumi was about to be pushed over the edge Sukuna came, filling him up again and making him groan as he reached the peak of his orgasm. Megumi clenched around Sukuna’s cock, shaking and gripping his fingernails as hard as he could into the wet tile.
And suddenly Sukuna’s hands were off him and he pulled out. Megumi was left panting, leaning against the tile and holding on for dear life not to slip down the shower. He shut his eyes in bliss, the remain of his orgasm flooding his senses. His fingers tingled and his thighs were shaking. His belly was pressed into the show and his cheek was resting on the wall.
He heard the shampoo open, then the conditioner; Sukuna was showering as normal.
“Get up, you’ll hurt the baby staying like that.” Megumi scoffed, of course, Sukuna was right back to normal. He was able to let his mind slip during sex, but this is how Sukuna was. The pleasure was for him. Their relationship was for him. Megumi’s baby was because Sukuna had a kink. But with all the bad Megumi couldn’t help but be turned on as well. He cupped the swell of his small stomach, pushing himself up off the shower wall. He grabbed a towel that was waiting for him outside the shower, he stepped out and started drying off. He put his clothes on and started cleaning again. His cunt quivered with a filthy pleasure; he’d become such a slut.