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“Pretty thing,” Sukuna said, his tone of voice the same one he used whenever he and Megumi were out window shopping and saw something through a glass window.

Megumi’s stomach fluttered and his mind soared.

But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to pull away or get closer. He remained unmoving, letting himself be used like the doll he so desperately wanted to be.

That was all the gentleness he got.

Sukuna thrust his cock down Megumi’s throat fast and hard and mercilessly. He fucked his mouth like it was his sole reason for existing. It was unrestrained and filthy— it had Megumi choking and gagging, his chin wet with spit and his cheeks with tears.

When Megumi opened his eyes, he saw Sukuna standing in front of him. He was so much bigger than Megumi, his presence so dominating and powerful— intoxicating.

“Color,” Sukuna said, placing a gentle hand on top of Megumi’s head.

“Safe,” Megumi whispered, and received a gentle pat on the head.

Megumi remained unmoving, waiting to be put to use.

His eyes slipped shut, his body already relaxing as his mind quietened. He felt so light that he didn’t even realize he was floating until Sukuna was telling him to open his eyes, his voice bringing him back from the clouds and grounding him.

Megumi was left kneeling on the floor, nude, hands crossed behind his back like he’d been taught years and years ago. Meanwhile, Sukuna went through the motions of getting ready for bed; undressing, brushing his teeth, showering.

Megumi’s breath was already heavy, but it grew even heavier when Sukuna looked down the bridge of his nose and ordered him to undress. It shook when his boyfriend made him kneel and open his mouth, and completely escaped him when he leaned down, smirked, and spat on Megumi’s tongue.

Sukuna smiled, small and soft, and nodded. He made Megumi tell him his safe words (safe for keep going, flowers for slow down, and vanilla for stop), which both of them swore to use if they needed to take a break or stop, and then his expression hardened and he stood up.

speed up —he didn’t need to say anything. He just needed to look at Sukuna, chopsticks still in his mouth, and Sukuna knew.

Somehow, he always knew. He knew Megumi better than Megumi knew himself.

Then, after the dishes are washed and leftovers have been put away, they fall into a familiar rhythm.

There was pressure on his chest, heaviness in his limbs, and only one thing that could make him feel like he wasn’t about to be crushed.

The funny thing is — not funny, Megumi supposes, but perhaps interesting, intriguing, so lovely it always manages to take his breath away and his heart +

It started normal, mundane, but somewhere around dinner time when they were talking about their day and an upcoming business trip they were both going to attend, Megumi looked at Sukuna and felt heavy.

There are days in which Megumi needs his boyfriend to own him in every single way manageable. He needs Sukuna to be his eyes, his ears, his senses, his thoughts. Megumi needs to be nothing but an instrument, a tool, a thing his boyfriend can use for his own pleasure.

Today is one of those days.