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The chill of winter is unforgiving. A bitter cold that has all of Megumi’s extremities numb and his skin pallid, nearly blue. His once rosy lips have gone purple. The healthy, plush fat of an omega has long left his body.
Megumi didn’t intend for this to happen, clearly. He’s merely an omega that got caught in the terrible crossfire, the afterthought of an alpha’s greed. His pack had been absolutely overrun, completely pillaged. Pups were snatched to join the ranks of the other pack, omegas raped before slaughter, alphas killed mercilessly. Megumi is relieved he didn’t see too much of the carnage, his father had urged him to flee.
And flee he did.
Until he couldn’t feel his soles anymore. Until his calves burned and his lungs felt as though they were on fire.
That was weeks ago. Megumi hasn’t the slightest idea as to how he has survived this long. Maybe sheer willpower, or perhaps the fact he’s stayed huddled up in this cave, unmoving, preserving all the warmth and energy that he could. But this will be his tomb. Megumi knows that. He’s going to die here.
His fire has fizzled out. Megumi blankly stares at the last few embers of it, at the charred remains of his makeshift source of warmth. The cave he has called a home will become cold in no time at all. Megumi’s clothing is basically in tatters at this point and he’s littered with cuts and small sores. He won’t stand a chance once the chill sets in and he doesn’t have the energy to gather more firewood.
The omega sniffles once, then maneuvers his body so he’s lying flat on the stone floor. The day is still young, sun high in the sky, but the rays of it are absolutely useless when it comes to a winter as harsh as this. Megumi misses sunbathing on a warm rock in the summertime with his father.
Now he’s on an icy cold rock, and he’s going to die on it.
Megumi blinks tiredly a few times, then allows his eyes to shut so he can rest them. He’s so malnourished it makes him dizzy. He just wants to sleep.
But voices interrupt his rest. Megumi wants to disregard them, chalk it up to his hazy brain playing tricks on him, but the scent of alpha will forever be undeniable. Fear courses through Megumi’s veins, but he’s hardly got any strength. Perhaps they’ll mistake him for a corpse and leave him alone. It’s likely. He absolutely resembles one.
Megumi’s heart beats the fastest it has in weeks as footsteps approach. Heavy ones, cushioned by boots.
“Omega.” A deep voice rumbles. Megumi quivers but doesn’t move, doesn’t dare make a sound.
“I think he’s dead.” A younger voice chimes in. He sounds sweeter and much more boyish. “Nothing but dinner for the vultures now, uncle.”
“Quiet, boy. Are you daft?” The older one snaps. There’s a rustle and Megumi is suddenly assaulted further by that tantalizing scent. A smoky hickory with notes of cinnamon. Comforting as ever. Megumi doesn’t even know this man and yet he wants to bury his face into his scent gland and sleep. “Wake up, omega. I’m not a fool. I know you aren’t dead yet.”
Megumi doesn’t give in, and the alpha gives his body a rather harsh shake. Completely inadvertently, Megumi hisses , eyes flying open and a burst of energy finding him, the omega clambering behind a nearby rock— more of a boulder, if anything.
“Feisty.” Alpha comments dryly as the younger boy behind him sighs miserably. “I enjoy your stress. I love watching my prey stumble around in fear before I kill them, you know.” He smiles, wide and toothy, and Megumi finally looks up at the man.
He’s a behemoth. This isn’t a typical alpha, this is absolutely a prime alpha. Incredible senses, incredible genes, an incredible knot. Megumi takes him in, the reddish-brown eyes that gaze down at him, his dusky hair, high cheekbones, the strong bridge of his nose. He’s stupidly handsome. He’s the type of man Toji would try to mate Megumi off to.
“I wouldn’t be worth the kill. Leave me.” Megumi is stunned by how raspy his voice sounds. He clutches his throat after and winces. He hadn’t realized how dehydrated he’d gotten.
Alpha turns his head to his companion, seemingly his young nephew. “Wait outside.”
“But—”
“ Now , you bumbling fool.”
The boy huffs and stomps out of the cave, leaving the two in their silence. Megumi glances at a nearby stone and wonders if he should smash it against the alpha’s head. It’ll probably do nothing.
“A pack-less omega is rare. Where do you hail from?” Alpha asks.
“Zen’in.” Megumi whispers.
Red eyes widen a fraction, eyebrows raising. The alpha mumbles something that Megumi does not catch.
“I heard about what happened. You’re a survivor— a straggler, then? Why didn’t you try to find a new pack, mm? Anyone will accept an omega, especially around winter.”
“I didn’t want to be…”
“What? Knocked up? That’s why you exist, lamb.”
Megumi gives him a timid look but opts not to deny that. He’s heard the spiel over and over again about how he needs to find a mate and have a healthy litter of pups. Raise a big, strong family.
“Please kill me.” Megumi whispers.
“I don’t think I will, not yet. Can’t we have a conversation?” Alpha tilts his head. “Come here.”
Megumi inhales sharply but finds himself obeying, slowly creeping from around the boulder and with the last reserves of his energy, settling down on the ground before the alpha. Red eyes scan across his body, focusing on his chest for a moment too long.
Then, to his surprise, the man kneels and holds a jug up to Megumi’s lips. “Drink.”
Water!
The omega is eager, chugging the cold liquid as it will quite literally be saving his life right now. Immediately his head feels a little less hazy now that he’s got a substantial amount of water in his system. His throat is no longer scorchingly dry.
“Who are you?” Megumi coughs after a particularly harsh gulp.
“Sukuna, of the Ryoumen pack. I’m second in command, though. I don’t like being the boss, too many responsibilities. I just want to kill, eat, and fuck. And you?”
Sukuna. The sort of name that sends a shiver down your spine, even inadvertently.
“Does it matter? I am going to die.” Megumi reminds him. “Thank you for the water. I mean no harm to you, so you can continue on your journey. I’m too weak to continue mine.”
“That attack happened weeks ago. You have survived a long time. Must’ve been a healthy omega, mm?” Sukuna comments.
“I guess.” Megumi whispers. He shuts his eyes, as keeping them open is starting to get exhausting.
“Must have had plenty of fat here and here.” Sukuna pinches Megumi’s thigh, and then his stomach. “I love an omega that has meat on their bones.”
Megumi doesn’t answer him. There’s no point, really. He simply waits for claws to slash his neck or for Sukuna to inflict some other type of grievous injury. But nothing comes.
The alpha stands up, rocks and debris crunching under his boots as he does so. “You don’t have to die. Come with me to my pack. Be my omega, give me pups, and you will survive. Or— stay here and die over the winter, which is a guarantee. You likely won’t make it to next week.”
“So I can either be your omega or die here? I’d rather die.” Megumi says.
Sukuna chuckles, a throaty sound. “Lamb, I picked up your scent from miles away. Do you have any idea how good you smell? Other alphas might get enticed, come into your little safe haven and ravage your pussy. But I didn’t, right?” He tilts his head and gives a pout that just exudes faux-innocence. “That, and you’re going to die on the cold ground of a cave regardless. What do you have to lose?”
“I don’t have the strength to travel with you even if I did want to join.” Megumi says breathlessly. All this conversation is making him weary.
“We have a wagon.” Sukuna says. “My pack does quite well. You’d be fed and pampered.”
Megumi opens his eyes and looks up at the alpha tiredly. He’s handsome. And Megumi truly has nothing to lose anymore. If he gets killed, so what? He can always find a way to slip out during the night, too, after a warm meal and getting some clothes on his back.
Timidly, he nods. “Okay.”
Sukuna puts his hands under Megumi’s armpits and helps him upright. The omega quivers where he stands, but manages to maintain the stance as Sukuna circles around him.
“Beautiful, even in such a state. You have good genes, I can tell.” The alpha comments. “Let’s get you fixed up, mm? And tell me your name for real this time.”
“Megumi. My name is Megumi.”
—
The wagon does prove to be quite the luxury. Megumi learns that the younger alpha is Sukuna’s nephew, Yuuji, who accompanied his uncle on a hunting expedition to stock up for winter. They’d stopped at a hot spring and Sukuna had helped Megumi clean himself, which was just a sneaky way of palming his ass and his chest. Fucker.
But he’d been cleaned, clothed, and fed. It’s a drastic improvement from his pitiful self from mere hours ago. Apparently, Sukuna’s pack is a day away. It’s quite the arduous journey he’s made with his little nephew, the boy is still a pup, probably a teenager. Sukuna is a mature alpha, Megumi has learned.
The sun is beginning its descent by now. Megumi has merely been curled up in the back of the wagon, keeping warm, admiring the snowy scenery as it passes by. Icicles hang from the tree branches and a thick blanket of snow is draped along the forest floor. Frigid. Food must be scarce if Yuuji and Sukuna are traveling this far for it.
There’s a creaking sound as Sukuna climbs over the steering bench and into the back of the wagon. Megumi doesn’t say a word, truthfully rather intimidated by the man. The alpha rummages around through a rucksack until he hums once he finds what he’s looking for. He pulls out food— a variety of dried meat, fruit and nuts. Much to Megumi’s delight, he crawls over and hands it to him.
“Eat, lamb. I want you to get plumper.” Sukuna grunts.
“You’re fattening me up to eat me.” Megumi insists weakly, but he still reaches out for the food to accept it.
“Oh, I’ll eat you, alright.” Sukuna mumbles. Megumi has a feeling he knows the subtle meaning there and the tips of his ears go red as he gnaws on a piece of the dried meat. “Twenty-one hours left of travel. Yuuji and I are taking shifts for steering the wagon.”
“Is the horse okay?” Megumi asks.
“What an odd question. Of course. The horse exists to pull our wagon, it’s what it was bred for. A Clydesdale.”
Megumi does recall the horse being absolutely massive. The wagon is probably not too heavy of a load for it, now that he thinks. It’s reassuring.
He continues to eat his quaint meal, and Sukuna goes quiet as he fishes a book out of his pocket and begins to write. It seems like it’s a journal, but Megumi doesn’t want to pry. He’s rather scared of irritating Sukuna, the consequences of that could prove to be rather painful. He listens to the thudding of the horse’s hooves and the scratching of lead against thick paper as Sukuna writes.
Time stretches on and before Megumi knows it, he’s got no food left. It feels so good to be fed, it’s almost unreal. He pouts when it’s gone.
Sukuna shuts his book and tucks it away and, much to Megumi’s dismay, begins to undress.
The omega blinks as he shrugs off his fur coat, then pulls off his shirt and— fuck. Muscles ripple as Sukuna moves, pecs bulging, honeyed skin glistening in the lamplight. There’s a light dusting of hair on his broad chest, and a thick happy trail at his navel. Megumi forces himself to look away as Sukuna removes his pants next.
Megumi shuffles further into the corner of the wagon, where Sukuna gives him a curious look. There’s a fur bedspread, it takes up about half the wagon, where the other half is dedicated to storage. It’s strangely cozy despite being a relatively small space. Megumi has been curled up on said bedspread for hours and hours, just savoring the warmth.
Sukuna crawls over and settles down some feet away from Megumi with a grunt, arms behind his head. When the omega peeks, he can see the man’s thick, heavy cock standing to full attention. He’s so shameless. Megumi’s pussy throbs.
“Uh—” he starts.
“I can’t help it. You smell good to me.” Sukuna shrugs. “It should be flattering, if anything.”
“Sorry.” Megumi squeaks out. He’s seen plenty of cocks in his life but Sukuna’s is by far the largest and girthiest. Being naked the way he is, Megumi can see the full extent of the thick, black tattoos that line his body. Jagged lines and bands around his arms, legs, creeping towards his back. Everywhere. There’s even bands around his dick. The scent of his arousal makes Megumi feel the warmest he has in weeks.
“You should get used to the sight. You’re going to be my omega, after all. You’ll be living in my den and warming my bed, taking my knot.”
Hesitantly, so the poor thing doesn’t get cold, Megumi leans over and grabs a nearby quilt and drapes it over Sukuna’s large body. “Why did you choose me? I’m weak and unattractive. The most I can offer you is doing your laundry and cooking your meals.”
“You have a nice face and good genes. Zen’in omegas are strong. You don’t look it now, but I’ll fix you up.” Sukuna says with a yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. His incisors are huge. “Just accept my generosity. Don’t question it. Leave the thinking to me, lamb. Quiet your mind. Focus on getting healthy and serving me to your best ability.”
Megumi hates that there’s something comforting about this man. His inner omega truly does want to just shut his brain off and let alpha handle everything.
“Thank you for the food.” He says in a whisper and maneuvers his body to lie down, still huddled close to the far side of the wagon.
“An alpha always provides. Do not thank me for that.”
Megumi’s gaze flickers down to Sukuna’s cock, still tenting the fabric of the quilt. He doesn’t seem to be that perturbed by it, his desire can be quelled.
“Your cuts and wounds? How are they?” Sukuna asks suddenly, eyes shut to rest them.
“Um— much better now that they’re clean and I’ve rested.” Megumi replies.
“Mm.” Sukuna hums, a low rumble. “I need to rest. Come closer, we should share body heat.”
“I’m warm enough.” Megumi squeaks out.
“Lamb, you’re a tiny thing. Come to alpha, I’ll keep you warm.”
Megumi blinks once, twice. That totally didn’t go straight to his pussy. He hates that his omega instincts are screaming at him to like this, to accept it. Tentatively he crawls over to Sukuna and lies down beside him, head cushioned by the fur underneath them. Megumi lifts the quilt and huddles under it, but Sukuna drapes an arm over him and tugs him close to his chest.
Oh, fuck.
Before he can help it, he’s purring, a low and throaty sound. Sukuna notices immediately and chuckles.
“See? You’re enjoying this.” Sukuna points out in amusement. “You have to stay warm. You’ve hardly got any body fat in order to do so yourself.”
“Mh…” Megumi tiredly hums. His cheek is squished against one of Sukuna’s hard pecs. The alpha is just radiating heat and his scent is heavenly. This is a stark contrast to how things had been just hours earlier. He feels safe. His inner omega can finally settle down now that a capable alpha was looking out for him. He could sleep.
“Rest well, lamb. You’re safe.” Sukuna murmurs out the assurance, and it’s all Megumi needs before sleep overtakes him.
—
Time passes swiftly in winter, at least for omegas.
Megumi’s arrival to the pack hadn’t caused much of a stir. It seems like there’s several members that are stragglers like him, accepted into Sukuna’s pack so long as they carry pups and complete their designated tasks. The alphas here are as strict as they are big. The omegas are kept meticulously safe and well fed.
Autumn is when most omegas prepare for winter. They do their gathering and eat as much as they can to pack on necessary fat in order to keep themselves and their babies warm. Then, winter means a lot of hunkering down and sleeping while the alphas continue to tend to the pack needs. It’s less leisure and more necessity, losing omegas isn’t an option when it comes to pack life. Betas cannot carry children, omegas are the only way to ensure that a population thrives.
Megumi has spent two weeks here. In that time, he’s surprised at how much his health has improved. Sukuna brings him all sorts of meat, fresh bread, steamed potatoes— hearty foods to bring back the rosiness in Megumi’s cheeks. All he’s had to do is cuddle up in his nest and eat. It’s absolutely not what he anticipated for himself.
Though he still understands the ultimatum. It makes him apprehensive.
The omega pulls himself upright after a nap, groggily looking around the den. The fire, surrounded safely by large stones, still steadily burns. Sukuna has a collection of pelts draped on the walls and a bear pelt rug on the floor. It’s incredibly cozy in here, a safe and warm place to raise pups.
Tiredly, Megumi hums and lies back down, shoving himself back under the soft quilt. He’ll nap for a few more hours and then perhaps attempt to be productive. He’s helped Sukuna in small ways, such as doing his laundry and sewing up some of his ripped clothing. A way of thanks.
Speak of the devil, there’s a grunt as the alpha crawls into the den. Megumi doesn’t move, truthfully too lazy.
“I’ll never get over how nice it feels to return home to an omega. Though, a kiss and a greeting would be nice.” Sukuna comments dryly and sets something down with a thud .
Megumi rolls over and stretches out, back arching as he does. “ Mmmh— sorry, I just…”
“Don’t apologize, lamb. I’m teasing you. I know you need to rest, come spring I’ll have you pregnant. You must be prepared for it.” Sukuna says. Megumi pouts. Mating with an alpha he doesn’t even love all for the sake of survival isn’t what he wanted for himself. But this is how things played out for him. The sooner he accepts his fate, the better. “You’re looking better.”
Megumi watches the alpha shed his clothing, shaking the snow off of the items. It falls to the floor in fluffy clumps.
“Am I?”
“Mm. You’ve got a perfect body— birthing hips. You’ll give me a nice litter.” Sukuna stalks over, naked, and climbs onto the bed with Megumi. The omega adjusts the quilt so it’s only covering his lower half. It’s preparation, because Sukuna absolutely radiates heat.
It’s then that Megumi notices Sukuna had grabbed his pipe, at some point. The alpha rests one arm behind his head as he lazily smokes. It’s his way of unwinding, Megumi had noticed.
“What did you catch?” Megumi whispers.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Is someone hungry?”
“A little.” Megumi replies, and Sukuna turns his head to face him as he chuckles.
“Patience.” Is all the alpha offers. Megumi can see his cock stirring again, crimson eyes flitting down to his supple chest.
The sexual tension has, admittedly, been absurd. Alphas and omegas are guilty of fucking within minutes of meeting, especially during mating season.
Despite the odd circumstances, Megumi is attracted to Sukuna. A big, strong alpha with a willingness to provide. It soothes his inner omega like nothing else.
Megumi slowly rolls over with his back to the alpha, shutting his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep. Minutes go by and it doesn’t find him, though. Faintly he can hear Sukuna set down his pipe, then grunt as he lies down, likely to take a nap as well.
Whatever. He can just ignore him, it’s easy enough.
But Sukuna shuffles closer and winds an arm around Megumi’s waist. Obscenely, his thick cock bullies its way between Megumi’s legs and rests against his puffy pussy.
Fuck.
“Hey, alpha…” Megumi starts. “Your, um..”
“Mmm?” Sukuna hums, the sound tapering off into a purr. “I don’t mean it. Your scent is just… incredible.” He buries his nose into Megumi’s scent gland. This has been a relatively common reoccurrence, but Sukuna shoving his cock between his legs is new.
“Oh.” Megumi breathes out stupidly.
“You’ve put on a nice amount of weight and it’s only been two weeks. That’s an omega for you.” Sukuna slides a hand to Megumi’s stomach, stretching his fingers wide across the pale expanse. His palm is incredibly warm. It’s comforting.
Megumi doesn’t answer. Instead, he begins to purr right back, low and throaty. It’s instinct, he simply feels so warm and safe right now. His muscles go lax and Sukuna gives his scent gland another nuzzle.
“I’ve been having better luck with my hunts since picking you up. Perhaps you’re my good luck charm.” Sukuna comments then.
“I highly doubt that.” Megumi murmurs.
“You’ll do perfectly in this pack. And I cannot wait to see you heavy with my litter, breasts swollen and leaking milk…”
Megumi can feel Sukuna’s cock throb at his own words, his own fantasy. The alpha’s hand creeps up and squeezes his barely there breast. It’ll swell up once he’s pregnant, all in preparation to feed his pups.
His breath hitches when Sukuna’s hand meanders back down in between his legs. It lingers on his mound for a moment, but then slides back up to return to its position on Megumi’s stomach.
Is he… teasing?
A sweet sort of cruelty. Sukuna is feeling him up all nice, just barely teetering on the edge of perverted. He’s winding Megumi up, making him want him to continue. And truthfully, the omega does want him to. He’s being properly forced into a subspace, to submission. A gradual pull.
“I will nap now, omega. Wake me if you need anything at all.”
“Your—”
“ I know. It’ll go down.”
Megumi exhales heavily in defeat. He’s seriously going to have to try and call back asleep with Sukuna’s cock wedged between his legs? It’s obscene. He can’t even shimmy his way out of the tight hold he’s stuck in, Sukuna is far too strong. Fuck.
Sukuna’s low purring is the only sound that fills the den besides the crackling of the fire. The alpha’s breathing begins to even out and Megumi finds himself relaxing, slowly but surely.
This is his life now, this man is going to breed him. Megumi slides a hand down to cover Sukuna’s, still on his stomach, and shuts his eyes.
Best get used to this.
—
Spring approaches fast. Megumi’s winter was spent lazing around and putting on some healthy pounds in preparation to carry Sukuna’s litter.
He hasn’t been intimate at all with Sukuna save for some groping, innocent touches in the night, and the fleeting slide of their lips. It’s the start of breeding season, though, and Megumi can feel his heat brewing.
It’s basically already here by now. His pussy throbs with need, clit stiffened and puffy, thighs slick from how much he’s leaking. Megumi wears nothing in an attempt to escape the cloying heat of the den.
Face down and ass up, he frantically rubs his clit, panting hotly against the furs on Sukuna’s bed. It’s not enough, the slide is too wet, he can’t put enough pressure on the little bud. Megumi whines, low and throaty, and pushes his hips back into nothing. Presenting himself to an alpha that is not there.
“ Fuck…” Megumi whispers out, half tempted to plunge two fingers into himself, but he knows it wouldn’t be nearly enough. His heat is only going to worsen, the den is saturated in Sukuna’s scent. It’s driving him mad.
His fruitless rubbing continues for a number of minutes. Megumi is too delirious to truly keep track, drooling onto the furs below. Another throaty whine and a gargled purr. He needs a knot, this is bad.
“Oh, my. Presenting yourself so nicely for alpha?” Sukuna croons and Megumi has never been so happy to hear his voice. It goes right to his pussy. Embarrassingly, Megumi spreads his legs and lowers his hips to open himself up further for Sukuna, a reflex.
“ You don’t— don’t have to help me. If you don’t want to.” Megumi wheezes out.
Sukuna chuckles from behind him and Megumi hears several items clatter to the floor. “But I want to. I’ve been waiting for this, omega. It’s mating season and you’re long overdue.” He’s undressing. The heady scent of cock greets Megumi’s nose and he salivates.
A bit more shuffling until Megumi hears Sukuna get onto the bed, hands settling on his ass and pushing the two globes apart.
“Fuck, look at that…” Sukuna breathes. “I knew you had a fucking perfect pussy the day we met, but…” He traces Megumi’s vulva with his fingertip and elicits a full body jolt from the omega.
“Don’t be weird.” Megumi pants out. “ Fuck me.”
“I know, you wanna be bred so bad. Alphas got you, lamb. Jus’ keep your ass up ‘n let me handle it.” Sukuna dips his head down and drags his tongue hot and heavy along Megumi’s swollen pussy from behind. The omega almost sags in relief as Sukuna laps hotly at his clit.
He moans stupidly, pushing his hips back against the warm muscle. There’s a lot Megumi wants to say, all the praises jumbling up in his brain. They die on his tongue in a tangled mess.
“Tastes so goddamned sweet.” Sukuna rasps out after pulling back a few inches. He audibly licks his slick covered lips before diving back in. Megumi shuts his eyes when they well up with tears, warm on his lash line.
A sharp smack to his ass and another minute of a heavenly tonguing to his pussy before Sukuna pulls away. Megumi risks a weak glance over to him and just about passes out.
He’s already disheveled and sweaty from being out hunting, a rugged look, and now he’s further messy from Megumi’s slick. Sukuna looks back at him and licks his chops again. Such a beast.
“How big do you think the litter will be? I’m hoping for three pups.” Sukuna says idly, sitting up onto his knees and lining up his heavy cock. It was likely at full mast the moment he crawled into the den and picked up Megumi’s sweet scent.
Megumi doesn’t answer— why bother? All he wants right now is a big, thick knot. He pushes his hips back onto Sukuna’s cock, purring low in his throat when the head slips inside.
“Oooh, fuck, that’s gonna be tight.” Sukuna breathes out. “Alright, come here, sweet thing. Alphas gonna fuck you good.”
Megumi blushes bright red at that. His heart hammers in his chest. Sukuna’s brash and pretty obscene with his language, but it’s oddly sweet at the same time. Wide hands settle upon Megumi’s fuller waist, and Sukuna slides inside to the root.
The omega sees white behind his eyelids. Or perhaps it’s a glimpse of heaven, he’s not entirely sure. Sukuna gives a generous moment to adjust before he’s rearing his hips back and slamming back in. Megumi almost shrieks.
“You’re so tight, fuck. Feels fucking good. There’s nothing better than getting some pussy after a good hunt.” Sukuna muses, playfully shifting his hips and grinding the tip of his cock against a bundle of nerves that has Megumi sobbing. “Especially from such a beautiful omega. My pretty thing. You love alpha’s cock, right? Say it.”
“Mmh?” Megumi blinks blearily. His eyes are glossy from his tears and his brain feels like liquid. He’s cock-drunk.
Sukuna huffs through his nose and grabs a fistful of Megumi’s hair, using it as leverage to yank him back onto his cock. After that, the pace becomes absolutely punishing.
“ O-oh! Alpha! W— hah, wait, oh my god,” Megumi reaches back to try and paw Sukuna’s hips away, but all he manages to do is scratch the alpha in his weak struggle. Their hips clap together noisily. Megumi’s skin is raw in no time. His eyes roll back before sliding shut, which frees the tears from his eyes.
“You like it, baby. Don’t lie.” Sukuna chuckles out. His voice is surprisingly even despite the way he’s pistoning into Megumi. He’s eager for an orgasm, that much is clear. Alphas do love relieving their post-hunt frustrations with sex. Megumi just so happens to be in heat, it’s perfect timing. “ God, it’s fucking tight! Christ, Megumi, you feel so good. G’na fuck you daily, have you constantly pregnant.”
“Alpha—”
“You don’t get a say in that. I saved you, baby, remember? This pussy belongs to me.”
Megumi just whines pathetically. Sukuna is abusing his g-spot, the tip of his cock punching the spongy bundle of nerves at every pass. It’s the type of pleasure that fries the nerves, it’s an absolute overload.
Sukuna keeps his grip on Megumi’s hair and lurches forwards, pressing the omega firmly against the bed, cheek squished against the fur as he continues to pound into him. Megumi moans stupidly and reaches down to rub his fattened clit, but he’s sopping wet, so the slide is too slippery just like earlier. Instead, Megumi tugs on the little bud as if it were a little cocklet.
“M-mmh! Ah! A-ah, ah, uh—”
“ I’ve lost you.” Sukuna chuckles throatily. “You’re just loving life right now, mm?”
Megumi ignores his little bout of banter in favor of focusing on his mounting orgasm. Two more thrusts is what does it, firm slams that have Megumi seeing stars. He squirts violently onto the bedspread, liquid splashing against both of their thighs. Megumi bites his lip to try and muffle his scream of pleasure.
Sukuna holds him tighter through his spasms and laughs. “Squirting on alpha’s cock. How cute.”
Megumi can’t even conjure up a rebuttal for that. He’s too spent, the orgasm having completely knocked the wind out of him. He doesn’t think he’s ever had such an intense climax. Sukuna’s knot is beginning to inflate, catching at his entrance almost painfully a few times before it catches and locks.
Cruelly, Sukuna continues to rabbit his hips forwards, rapidly fucking him in short strokes. Megumi actually cries through the overstimulation until finally, Sukuna reaches his own orgasm with a loud groan.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” Sukuna breathes out, sweat dripping down his face and gathering at his chin before splattering onto Megumi’s back.
When he experimentally rears his hips back, his cock cannot pull out. They’re stuck. Megumi’s been properly bred.
Megumi is hardly lucid as he just lies there, boneless, but then Sukuna’s hot tongue slides along the side of his neck. Megumi has no time to react as sharp canines sink into the junction where his neck meets his shoulder, getting a squeak of pain from him.
Sukuna grunts and heavily chuffs in warning, cock pulsating inside of Megumi as he claims him.
“Hurts.” Megumi wheezes. Sukuna doesn’t budge for at least another two minutes, where he finally wrenches his jaw open, lapping at the tender puncture wounds.
Megumi risks a weary glance over his shoulder, staring at the alpha who smiles at him with bloodied teeth. A beast. The one who isn’t going to eat Megumi as one would expect, but keep him as a trophy.
“I want three pups. Two alphas and one omega. Can you do that for me?”