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“It’s like what am I even doing with my life, you know?” Megumi said, dim eyes staring up at the ceiling as he laid on the couch with his feet in Sukuna’s lap.
Sukuna had his chin propped in his palm, wearing a bored expression for the past fifteen minutes he had been here. Megumi was ranting on and on about his depression that he couldn’t bring himself to give a single fuck about. Spoiled rich kid with his first world problems who thinks he’s better than everyone else because he wants to change the world and make it a better place. Easy for him to think that way when he’s born with a silver spoon in his fucking mouth and doesn’t have to worry about anything else but the goddamn fucking impact he can make with daddy’s money. Stupid fucking bitch.
“I just… no matter what I do, I always feel so empty and hollow inside,” Megumi continued, and this time, Sukuna’s ears perked up.
“You wanna feel full? I can stuff the emptiness in you real good,” he said with a suggestive tone, turning to his side and wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man.
“Are you fucking serious?” Megumi asked with a scowl, looking at his friend with benefits, though Sukuna had yet to show he could be a friend to him. They met at some college party where they hooked up and since then Megumi got hooked on that dick. Otherwise, he’d have told this selfish bastard to go to hell a long time ago. “I’m here pouring my heart out all you can think of is getting your dick wet? God, you’re such a fuckboy.”
“Bitch, you are the one who texted me after 10pm, asking me to come over. How the fuck was I supposed to know you were gonna talk about your fucking depression? You’re the one sending me mixed signals,” he retorted back, shoving Megumi’s feet off his lap. He left the gym earlier to drop by Megumi’s super fancy penthouse condo near the college campus. It had fucking chandeliers hanging off the ceiling in every single room (which, by the way, most college students could never dream of affording because nobody Sukuna had ever known in his life had stupid money like the fucking Zenin). He was expecting to finish his workout with a different kind of exercise. Not being subjected to whatever the fuck this was.
Megumi sat up and watched with wide eyes as Sukuna got up and fixed his clothes.
“So are we gonna fuck or you gonna waste more of my time?”
“Fine,” Megumi spat, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at him like the fucking prickly princess he was. “But you’re gonna have to do all the work. I’m just gonna lie here.”
“Oh, so the usual,” Sukuna remarked with a lazy smirk, pushing back his pink sweaty hair before pushing Megumi to lie back down so he could swiftly undress him with skilled hands. He wasted no time in flipping the naked man on his stomach, manhandling him into position.
“What do you mean the usual? I’m not lazy, you asshole. I even prepared myself before calling you over,” Megumi angrily said with his head turned back to glare at the man settled between his parted legs.
Sukuna quirked an eyebrow at him, a smug smile stretching his lips. “You did?” he mused, raising Megumi’s ass up in the air and forcing him on his knees. He spread the ass cheeks apart to catch a glimpse of the pink, puckered entrance dripping with lube. He shoved two dry fingers in, making Megumi’s breath hitch. “So you did wanna get fucked. Look at you getting your pussy all wet and ready for me.”
“Was gonna reward you for being a good friend after you comforted me,” Megumi said between gasps as Sukuna’s fingers worked inside of him. “But you did jackshit to comfort me, by the way.”
“Don’t worry, babygirl,” Sukuna teased, pulling his fingers out with a pop. He proceeded to unzip his pants and take his growing cock out of its confinement. “I’ll fuck the depression out of you,” he continued, slowly jerking his cock to spread the precum and the lube coating his fingers all over his length.
“Face down, ass up,” he ordered and Megumi easily complied without a word, lowering his upper body on the couch and switching from all four to the position Sukuna wanted him in. He was too much of a stubborn princess to admit he liked being bossed around and told what to do in bed, but Sukuna knew him. Could read him like an open book from day one.
“Good, now spread your ass. Show me that pretty little pussy,” Sukuna grunted, jerking himself into full hardness when Megumi reached behind to spread his cheeks apart with his hands, fully exposing himself under Sukuna’s hungry eyes. “Fuck yeah, there you go, babygirl.”
Once he was all slicked up, he slapped Megumi’s twitching hole with his dick a few times, making him tremble and whimper before pushing the fat head of his cock into the tight heat.
Megumi moaned and writhed under him as he slowly dragged his cock in and out, stretching him open around the thickness. Megumi let go of his ass and moved his hands back to where they were before, fingers digging into the leather as he scrambled around for purchase while Sukuna rocked his body back and forth, picking up the pace.
Megumi had broken into full-blown, hitch-pitched screams by the time Sukuna was drilling him into the couch, the vice-like grip around his hips was the only thing holding him up as Sukuna used him like a fleshflight, repeatedly hitting his prostate.
Megumi was the first one to come. He was all tears and sobs and hiccups as he pathetically spilled into the couch from getting his prostate abused, coming completely untouched while Sukuna showed no signs of slowing down. He kept fucking Megumi’s limp body hard and fast, enjoying the whines and whimpers from Megumi as he chased his release.
Megumi’s mind was fuzzy by the time Sukuna finally came. The bigger man held him close, buried deep inside of him as he emptied his balls. It took Megumi a moment to fully register the feeling of hot cum splashing against his walls.
“Did you just… fuck me without a condom?” he asked, alarmed.
“You said you were feeling empty, so I filled you to the brim,” Sukuna replied between heavy pants before pulling out.
Megumi immediately reached down to collect some of the cum oozing out of his gaping hole. His eyes widened when he brought his fingers back up to see with his own eyes the semen coating his fingers.
“Sukuna, you fucking asshole. I can get pregnant,” he screamed in panic.
Sukuna was already up on his feet, clothes fixed and ready to head off. He stopped by the door and turned to look at Megumi’s disheveled form and shrugged. “Then you won’t be feeling empty for the next eighteen years and nine months. You’re welcome.”
With that, he was out of the door, ignoring Megumi’s shouts, demanding he went back.
Once he was outside, he took his phone out as it kept ringing. He first dropped the call and then blocked Megumi’s number. Sure, the pussy was good, but it wasn’t good enough for him to become a father.
Besides, if he were to be stupid and recklessly knock up a bitch in college for the complete fuckboy experience, he wouldn’t be able to find one more perfect than Megumi. Maybe this stupid bitch could finally have a real problem to cry over. And Sukuna wouldn’t have to worry about paying child support. Even if the Zenin ever dragged him to court out of spite just to fuck up his life, the judge would probably have pity on his broke ass.
Either way, he could never lose.