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Megumi had had enough. He was tired, it was late, his bag was heavy, and he had one stop left before he could walk the rest of the way home. The nap he had on the Itadori couch was in no way rejuvenating enough to feel better. It was just his luck that a pervert climbed onto the train on the previous stop, and he didn't waste any time in being a walking stereotype. He smelled off, and without much preamble was nudging Megumi's hip and backside with his crotch.

Had he not fallen asleep on Yuji's couch again, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. No, that wasn't the right way to look at it at all, but his tired brain wanted to come up with an easy excuse, and putting blame and responsibility on himself was always going to be easier. But a pervert was going to do what a pervert was going to do until his dick was kicked in, and that blame was very quickly dissolved.

Yuji offered one of the spare bedrooms to Megumi as he always did— always, always, because it was becoming a habit for the omega to fall asleep where he knew he was safe even if they were studying— but Megumi was stubborn and made the long trek back home. Despite the fact that Megumi had known Yuji for years and frequently visited him, it still felt like he would be imposing. Yuji was an amazing best friend to have, and would never see it that way but the puppy would offer all his clothes in public to Megumi without thinking it through. He was sweet and adorable, but he also lived with his two older brothers. As much as he wanted to believe he knew his brothers well too, he wasn't naive. Choso was a bit of an enigma, and Sukuna was a menace to society. Regardless, they treated him well and mostly like a brother while he was there. Choso was intense but kind and weirdly attentive, perhaps too attentive. But he was warm and brotherly, and more relaxed if Megumi called him brother even if the omega didn't much care for it. He was still scary enough at times that Megumi wondered if he was a hitman or something, though. And Sukuna was both a flirtatious asshole and a jerk but never took it too far. In his own way he was also attentive, always quick to tell Megumi if he smelled off and like his heat was coming. Of course, he was always right, too.

But Megumi wasn't sure if he could handle living in the home of three alphas, even if he felt safe enough in their presence. Normal days were fine, but could they keep themselves together when he was in heat— and could he? And their ruts… He had to wonder how they dealt living under the same roof without murdering each other sometimes. It felt too much like falling into a disaster pit. Of course, he could return home if things didn't work out, and Yuji would be fine. Things would be normal. He was good like that, didn't expect much from others and was kind to a fault. 

Megumi didn't want to take advantage, but standing here on this train for the evening rush made the possibility of taking Yuji's offer much more viable. The man grunted in Megumi's ear, and he felt himself snarl quietly. His hand gripped the railing a bit tighter, glanced at his phone. Just another minute…

Once the doors slid open, he turned around and shoved his palm firmly into the man's face. The other passengers squealed and squawked but moved out of the way as quickly as possible. The man looked up in surprise just in time for Megumi to shove his boot into his abdomen and kick him off the train. He watched as the man fell back and quietly walked off the train himself. Someone was bound to come running eventually to scold him for his behavior, he knew, but the man deserved it. Instead of walking off, he stomped on the man's lower abdomen a few times, dangerously close to his crotch as the man wailed. The train doors closed and it sped off. There were many things that he could say, but he muttered a simple "Pervert," and made his way home. He was almost home when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Yuji, as always, texting him if Megumi didn't text him once he was home. The timing would have been spot on for him flopping onto the couch or into bed if he hadn't been delayed with beating up the train pervert. 

He responded with a short text: 

Almost home. Had a delay, will tell you about it later.

Another pulse as he made it inside to toe off his boots. 

Delay??? What happened?

Yuji. 

Later. Good night.

°Д° 

Alright gn fushiguro

Megumi laughed at the text and face planted into bed. 

—

Later came two days later, walking after their classes were finished to Yuji's home as the sun was beginning to set. "Soooo," Yuji began once they were a few steps off the university campus. He had been patient all day, only pestered Megumi with one curious text and hadn't been invasive when they were in class together, nor when they took lunch. His pink-haired friend was practically bursting at the seams like a puppy doing tip-taps with his feet.

Megumi knew he was delaying the inevitable by making Yuji wait, but he suddenly felt tight-lipped. He could take care of himself and mentioning what happened would make it out to be more of a deal than it was. But this was Yuji, he'd listen and not make too much of a deal out of it if he told him not to. Better to talk now rather than in earshot of Sukuna or Choso. "It was just a pervert. I kicked him off the train and kicked him a few times." His face was a little scrunched up as he said it. He wasn't embarrassed by the fact that he beat up the older man, but he was still uncomfortable admitting it happened at all. 

The exaggerated reaction he was expecting didn't come, thankfully. Yuji shook his head and laughed. "You're going to get into adult levels of trouble one day beating people up like that." It was no secret that if Megumi so much as smelled a bully when they were younger, he was sure to give them a taste of their own medicine. He was a nightmare to many snobby alphas, even through high school when they got bigger and stronger and could easily crack Megumi's skull on the pavement. His father didn't raise a doormat. "They deserve it, I know. I'm not worried you're going to get hurt, Fushiguro. I'm worried you're going to get arrested."

Megumi managed a small laugh, the corners of his lips curled just so. "I think I can manage getting a veterinary degree with a criminal record."

"Maybe I'll go with you next time." Megumi didn't need to speak; the sour expression on his face was enough of an answer. "Kidding! Don't look at me like that." Yuji's grin was contagious, and soon enough Megumi's glare was gone. 

They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, Megumi occasionally chewing the inside of his lip. No longer in the situation of the stressor, it felt odd to even think of living in his home again. It wasn't necessary. Should he ask to avoid a little bit of inconvenience? They had two spare rooms, but the home wasn't so very large. The brothers were used to being around each other, moving around each other in a way that made the place more than adequate for them, but with Megumi added into the mix, there was bound to be some friction. It was impossible not to expect it. Who really wanted to deal with his moodiness as well? His father and sister were used to all his moods and his desire for isolation, so for them it was easy. The commute really wasn't that bad in the grand scheme of things and— 

"Fushiguro." Too deep in thought, he was several steps past the doorstep and likely would have walked down another block or two before he noticed. Yuji's voice startled him to a stop, looking back with a bit of a doe expression. "Something on your mind?" Propped up on the gate, Yuji looked smug? Was that really smugness he saw on his face?

Sneering, Megumi turned around fully to walk past his best friend. Nope, he could handle the hour and a half travel time. Absolutely. "You sound like Sukuna." It was only half true. It was missing a blessing or sweetcheeks or some other type of pet name to add to the teasing factor when Sukuna caught him staring at his tattoos or otherwise caught him off-guard. But it was times like this he remembered that they were twins and that Sukuna was not older, despite the thorough and successful attempts to make the oaf seem older.

Yuji sputtered a few times before turning around and moving ahead of Megumi again. "C'mon, I'm never going to be that bad. Ever. He's an asshole."

"I know." They both moved inside, toed off their shoes. 

"And overprotective." A short look of confusion crossed Megumi's face, quickly followed by raised eyebrows. He was too late to grab the tornado that was Yuji as he skirted away from his grasp. "We're back! Fushiguro got humped on the train last night!" His voice rang clearly throughout the house before Megumi could manage to tackle the alpha to the ground, Yuji's laughter soon flowing just as loudly once he was pinned by Megumi’s knee in his stomach. 

Megumi slapped his hand over his friend’s mouth. "Yuji!" He could hope that neither brother was home. Just a prank to get Megumi riled up in revenge, they'd be none the wiser. Those hopes were quickly dashed as he heard lumbering footsteps from the second floor moving about. Maybe only one of them? 

He looked up to see Choso's head already peeking out into the hall from the living room, a frown settled over his face. He always moved as quietly as Megumi despite his size. "Is that what you were being quiet about the other night?"

Because of course Yuji told them. Megumi's eyes dropped to Yuji again, whose eyes might as well have been glittering. He was enjoying this. Sukuna's stomps soon came down the steps, but he hadn't opened his mouth yet. Megumi looked up just as Sukuna reached out to pick him up by the collar of his jacket and shirt, lifting him like a limp cat in one hand. Megumi slouched in his grip, face flat, hoping he'd fall out of his clothes and hit the floor in a heap of limbs. No such luck. He didn't bother fighting it, familiar enough with this position that he knew no amount of swatting and kicking would make Sukuna drop him until the man wanted to drop him. "Can you not? I'm fine. I can take care of myself, you know." He was scrappy and could more than manage against normal people. Neither of these three were normal people, and so Megumi felt as if doubt was nestled solidly in their brains, especially with Sukuna calmly staring at him as he held him up.

"Put him down, he's not a rag doll." Choso padded silently into the hall and set his hand on Sukuna's shoulder as Yuji sat up on the floor. Sukuna didn't budge an inch under Choso’s hand. "I'll take you home later." His lips curled in a reassuring smile.

"You work mornings, and it will be late. I'll do it." Sukuna's response was immediate as he shook Megumi a bit.

"Thanks, but no. I don't need it. I'm fine. This is unnecessary." 

"You stink, better safe than mounted by a horny alpha, right?" Sukuna’s grin was wide and as unfriendly as ever, completely opposite of Choso’s smile that was quickly souring at Sukuna’s words. If he wasn’t agitated, Megumi might have laughed. Instead, he rolled his eyes but he couldn’t disagree, really. Yes, he could handle himself, but he was generally a bit more careful if he was close to heat. Being stuck on a crowded train for an hour while preheat came knocking was not something Megumi wanted to happen again. Last year, at least Yuji was with him to growl constantly at his back when it happened. Receiving another shake, he swallowed but looked up with a glare. It was the most agreement Sukuna was going to get. He was "rewarded" with being set down on his feet. "I’ll take you on my bike later."

Later was of course after he fell asleep on the couch again after eating way too much pizza and popcorn and drooling on Yuji’s shoulder during whatever action movies he insisted they watch. It wasn’t boring but the stillness in a safe place put him to sleep so easily. Of course he wasn’t surprised, but rather that Yuji didn’t ask him to move in for the semester again. He chalked it up to Yuji falling asleep too, and Sukuna waking them both up by throwing his jacket over their heads. "Time to go, princess." Megumi grumbled as he tossed the leather right back at Sukuna, Yuji making some sort of grumbling growl noise as he curled up further into the seat from Megumi moving away. A part of Megumi believed that despite all the mental gymnastics he did all afternoon, if Yuji asked again he’d likely say yes without thinking about it again. But here he was, going home again even if it wasn’t on the train this time.

"Don’t call me princess." Megumi was quiet as he stood and stretched, a yawn distorting his face briefly, t-shirt riding up. Sukuna scoffed but turned to make his way out the living room. Megumi patted his jeans several times before looking around for his phone. The top edge peeked out from under Yuji’s leg. Carefully snatching it up, he frowned at his phone. It was very late, he doubted there would be many people on the train. But he wasn’t going to argue with Sukuna this late and he was this tired; he was still groggy from all that pizza and another sign that his heat was coming soon. Early, but there wasn’t much in life that stayed on routine. Pocketing his phone, he followed Sukuna out and shoved his boots and jacket back on.

"Wait, you’re gonna freeze in that." Sukuna shoved his jacket in Megumi’s hands before grabbing another off the coat rack. It was heavy and warm in Megumi’s hands and he could only imagine sweating to death in it. Outside, it was pleasantly chilly in his jacket.

"I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold out yet." He watched Sukuna put on his jacket. He may or may not have focused too long at the way his shoulders moved, the flex of his biceps before they were covered up. Sukuna noticed and smirked, smug as always, a little intimidating. He normally paid no attention to Sukuna’s pheromones but today he did, subconsciously shrinking a little bit while simultaneously wanting to move closer. Definitely nearing heat.

"Motorcycle, Fushiguro. Put it on." He didn’t have to be asked again and pulled the leather on, allowing Sukuna to zip it up because he had no intention of doing so. Small rebellions. He might have tucked his nose into the collar briefly while Sukuna wasn’t looking, just to find out that it was Choso’s and not Sukuna’s jacket in the first place. There was some smokiness but it wasn’t the same, much more subtle. They quietly left the house and a few moments later were on the road, Megumi’s arms secured around Sukuna’s waist. He never saw Sukuna ride with anyone before, but he did have a full helmet for Megumi too. The ride was swift and breezy, and the less stubborn part of his brain was grateful for the leather now; it felt as if the jacket underneath would have been torn to shreds during the ride. It wasn’t his first time on a bike, but it was his first time for a serious ride and his first time riding with Sukuna. Had they not been on a fast-moving vehicle, the heat radiating off the alpha’s back would be enough to put Megumi right back to sleep. He was beginning to think he’d fall asleep as soon as he entered his home.

It took about half the amount of time to drive Megumi home, and it was a relief that he intended to relay as soon as he got this helmet off. He could, really. That his fingers were struggling and he took the assistance from Sukuna was merely a convenience. "Thanks for the ride," he muttered quietly as he climbed off the back of the bike.

Sukuna lifted his mask to broadcast his grin. "Any time, sweet cheeks." The glower he received only made him smile wider, standing off his bike to stretch his legs a bit. "I know Yuji asked, why don’t you stay with us instead of playing this game where you fall asleep and get all grouchy about coming back out here and not getting enough rest?" He set the spare helmet in the spot Megumi vacated a moment ago.

Megumi blinked several times. Being confronted by Sukuna was unexpected. His lips parted to speak, but no response came. "I," he began after a moment. He was close to squirming under Sukuna’s stare. It was the pheromones, and Sukuna wasn’t forcing them out. It was too subtle. "I have my reservations."

"Uh huh. You’ve been thinking about it?"

"How do you three handle being in rut in the same house? That house is too small for two of you to simply stay away under the same roof. Do you each find somewhere to go?" He began to remove the jacket, stopping once Sukuna reached out to keep his wrist from lowering the zipper any further.

"Keep it. You’ll want the scent anyway, right?" Though he shrunk a bit once again, Megumi nodded. It wasn’t often that he cozyed up with Choso or his scent directly. It was a bit like getting a hug from the larger man, layers of smoke and cedar settled deep into the fabric with a sharp note of citrus. "To answer your question, easy." He ruffled Megumi’s hair briefly with a wink. "We have hot as fuck threesomes and everything is right in the world." 

It took the omega a moment to fully register the words that came out of Sukuna’s mouth, quickly followed by quick flashes of images in his mind’s eye and heat rising to his face. He grunted his disapproval loudly and stepped away. "Good night, Sukuna." He stomped away and up the steps to his home as Sukuna laughed. There wasn’t a serious bone in his body when he wasn’t tattooing or bouncing, he was convinced. 

"See ya next week, princess!" 

Megumi was certain he never unlocked his door and shoved himself inside the house so fast in his life. Hearing Sukuna’s bike leave, he regretted not stealing his shirt or something for the mental stress the large oaf caused. It took him a moment to move again after that, shoes removed and shuffling his way around the empty house. Toji was working— or gambling, that was a possibility too— and Tsumiki was out with friends. Alone, he allowed himself to pout for a moment, deciding to take something from each of their rooms before settling into his own to nest and sleep.

—

It wasn’t a bad heat this time around. The cramps and aches and pains and mind-numbing arousal were all still very present throughout the three days he mostly locked himself in his bedroom, but it luckily lacked the emotional turmoil that occasionally occurred. It wasn’t often that he fell into a hole of existential dread and abandonment issues, but when he did during his heats, they were unbearable. No, he wasn’t going to claim having an item of Choso’s made it easier. And he wasn’t going to pay it any mind that his face was still buried in his jacket while sleeping the day after his heat was over. Nope.

It was a Tuesday but he had no intention of going to class today. His professors were emailed promptly over the weekend about his heat and he knew his email would be full of work to make up alongside what was already due. And he had no intention of looking at it just yet. Instead of thinking about the work ahead of him too much, he fondled around for his phone on his nightstand, still not quite wanting to leave his nest unless necessary. This was normal enough for him; no fog but some lingering desire for soft comfort, still tired. The last day he spent some time being scented by Toji and Tsumiki, so it was still comfortable here with comforting scents. Squinting at his phone as he unlocked it, he scrolled through several texts that he didn’t remember reading nor sending and shook his head. A lot of emojis from Yuji, Choso reminding him to stay hydrated and to eat, and text dicks from Sukuna. As expected, Yuji and Choso offered to help if he needed anything, and Sukuna might have sent him a porn link or three— he deleted it.

It made him laugh, a quiet, private thing in the comfort of his room. 

He wouldn’t call it clarity, but Megumi suddenly wondered why he made such a fuss about moving in with the brothers. Sure, Sukuna was going to get on his nerves under the same roof, but it was an affectionate kind of annoying. And Megumi could keep himself from flirting with the three of them, he was sure. Absolutely. He was king of being outwardly aloof under pressure. The worst that could happen was that he’d have two doting alphas bothering him and a public menace making himself a personal menace. A short text to Yuji asking to talk was sent, and thirty seconds later Megumi’s phone was vibrating on his chest. It was a good thing, because Yuji’s speed meant Megumi couldn’t talk himself out of this again. Small blessings. "That was fast," he immediately teased once he picked up the line. 

There was rustling on the other side, as if Yuji was sitting up or settling down in bed. It was still early, it wasn’t impossible that he woke the alpha. "You never want to talk on the phone so… I figured it was important."

"True." Clamming up again, he chewed on his bottom lip. This was fast regret, even for him.

"Fushiguro?"

"Right. I… Will come over later." The words left his mouth before he could even think about it. He blinked several times at the ceiling, a mental What the fuck? rang through his mind.

There was silence on Yuji’s end for a moment, some more rustling. "Uh, alright. You can come over whenever, Choso is home today. Are you alright?"

"Yes. I’m fine. I’ll see you later. Don’t be late for class. It sounds like you’re still in bed." 

There was a short silence before Yuji made a sputtering noise and ended the call. Megumi can’t say he didn’t try.

He was slow about getting up and moving about, but he still found himself leaving home and at the Itadori doorstep before noon. Sluggish, but there with Choso’s jacket that a part of him did not want to give up. He decided he was a mess which was all the more reason to bring it back. It was too large to not look ridiculous wearing and so he held the heavy leather in his arms on the way there, slumping it over his shoulders as he rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long for the door to open, Choso looking very comfortable and warm in a sweat suit, hair down and mostly out of his face. Megumi was greeted with a smile. "It’s still morning, were you bored?" He took a step back to allow Megumi entry and closed the door behind him.

He didn’t have an answer. It was more likely that he was restless, but that would not be an adequate answer. It would make the man worry unnecessarily. He toed off his boots as he thought of something to say. "No, but I was cooped up in my home for a few days. And I’m still too tired to think about schoolwork just yet." It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the primary thing on his mind now. He offered Choso’s jacket to him once his boots were off.

Choso had a confused look on his face before realizing what it was, nostrils flaring for a brief moment. "Oh, this is mine? Was it useful?" It took all of two seconds for Choso to hang the garment back on the rack and to take Megumi’s too.

Megumi’s lips pursed and he nodded stiffly. There was nothing wrong with it if he scented the hell out of the thing but he was still embarrassed nonetheless. It made some of his very neatly compartmentalized feelings a little too real. "It was for the bike ride home."

There was a knowing smile, but Choso didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t, even if his scent was nearly gone and Megumi’s was seeped into each pore. He instead stroked Megumi’s hair gently along the back of his head and the nape of his neck. "You’re tired, lay around on the couch with me. I was reading, you won’t disturb me." He walked past as he removed his hand, little doubt that Megumi would follow. Megumi could stand there like an awkward little hedgehog but what was the use in that? He followed after the alpha without too much thought and flopped onto the couch beside him. He managed not to get too flustered when Choso lifted his arm and offered his side to him, and gradually relaxed while snuggled into his side, lightly nuzzling to scent. He attempted to read some of the book Choso was reading from his tilted angle— full of too much sci-fi jargon that he didn’t quite understand without context—  but soon relaxed under the comfort of his scent and warmth. He shouldn’t be too riled up about it. After all, he was often snuggled up to Yuji or Sukuna. Scenting was important with family. 

Megumi had this very slight sensation in the back of his mind that he was being an idiot, but paid it no mind.

It wasn’t until he heard Sukuna’s hushed voice some time later that he realized that he had fallen asleep. There was also an influx of pheromones, Choso’s, that made Megumi drool and feel as if he were floating on airy wool. He kept his eyes closed but sighed, face rubbing into Choso’s shoulder. It may not have been intentional, but he was being kept chemically calm too, a quiet purr settling in his chest. "Flooding me with pheromones isn’t going to help. He still smells like heat." There was the slightest bit of a whine to Sukuna’s voice.

"No, but it will make you behave. Go outside if it’s that bad." Choso sounded monotonous, bored even. 

Sukuna snarled quietly. It sounded playful to Megumi, at least in his current state. His cheek rubbed gently across Megumi’s for a moment before he heard his footsteps wander off, eventually followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing. He probably should have thought about Sukuna’s sensitive nose before he came so soon after his heat. It was the first time doing so, and it never occurred to him that he might still reek to Sukuna after his heat, too. It served the jerk right anyway. Soon he heard the sound of a page being turned and Choso’s hand was in his hair, petting comfortably and Megumi was out again. 

He eventually woke up again with a blanket partially over him, sprawled halfway across Yuji’s lap. It was mildly embarrassing in that he wasn’t aware of putting himself there, but snuggling up to Yuji wasn’t unfamiliar territory. He’d live. He carefully pushed himself up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Yuji sitting up so he was no longer reclined either. How the hell did he sleep so long? "What time is it?" He realized then his phone was in his jacket and he made no moves to go get it. 

"Not that late. Did you get any sleep during your heat?" He looked bright and chipper as always, though it looked like he spent however long he was in the living room watching TV with the sound off and subtitles. Megumi knew he was capable of watching movies all night but without sound? 

"Plenty, I didn’t come here to sleep. Sorry." 

Yuji scoffed and gently knocked his shoulder. "You know it’s not a bother. My home, your home."

"Yeah. About that. Can I…"

Yuji’s face split with a grin. "Really? You could have done that this morning!" 

Megumi shook his head. "No, it’s okay. I should go home anyway. My scent is bothering Sukuna, right?"

"… So?" He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "He has self-control, even if he opens his mouth all the time. He’s vocal about everything unless he’s scheming." Megumi couldn’t quite imagine Sukuna scheming, but that was probably why. It was the only time he knew when to shut his mouth. "We’ll grab some of your things tomorrow. Just stay here tonight."

Megumi pursed his lips and fidgeted for a moment. He was good at talking himself out of everything, what would it hurt to listen to Yuji once a year? He leaned over to grab the remote, turned the volume back on and flopped in next to the alpha. "Thanks."

—

Megumi had some immediate regrets.

Perhaps not immediate, but regrets. Well, one immediate regret. His assumption that whatever attraction he had to the brothers being easily quelled while in the household was immediately nixed the next morning when he found Sukuna walking back to his bedroom in nothing. He left the guest room around 4 in the morning, which must have been around Sukuna’s usual time to finish showering after work. Megumi stopped like an opossum in the middle of the road, and Sukuna stopped with a look of confusion on his face, towel still mussing through his hair and leaving no part of his body to imagination. "You’re up this early?"

Megumi nearly bit off his tongue. "You just walk around naked all the time?" It took a moment for him to respond, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth again after he spoke.

Sukuna shrugged, no visible inclination of covering up. "Who the hell wakes up this early? Even Choso’s still asleep." 

Megumi does his honest best to not allow his eyes to roam. Sincerely, he does. He knew he was blinking a lot, but his eyes were darting from tattoo to tattoo, each thick band seemingly squeezing the muscles they were carved into. And the base of his dick. It twitched . Why did he look? He swallowed once his eyes made their way back to Sukuna’s face, a very smug grin waiting. How long was he staring without saying anything? 

"Enjoying the view, princess?"

"I need the toilet," he managed to get out with some coherency while darting past Sukuna. Shameless, the man was shameless! He wouldn’t say he hid in the bathroom for a while, but he kind of hid in the bathroom for a while. To his credit, Megumi returned to the spare room to find a mild apology text from Sukuna on his phone, and an offer to make him breakfast before Sukuna went to sleep.

That was the worst of it. Comparatively, everything else was mild. He didn’t catch Sukuna stark naked again, but it set the mood for his overall head space while there. Over the last few years he slept over many nights, had seen each of them dressed down for bed and topless. And now he found himself looking in a way that he didn’t before. As much as he mentally complained about Sukuna, it seemed like Megumi was the pervert here. One week in and he felt like he was going to explode. But he played things casually, aloof as always. Or he tried to come off as aloof. One night Choso asked if he’d prefer that he wear a shirt when it was warm in the house.

His answer was no, why would he need that?

And Choso had given him a look before that knowing smile was presented to Megumi again. It made the omega want to scream. He was fine, this was fine. He was getting enough sleep, he wasn’t getting bumped and humped on the train and he was jerking off way more frequently than he had in his entire life. 

Megumi was not fine. 

Whatever switch had been flipped in his head was staying flipped and it was driving him a little insane. But he would never admit that. He’d ignore the way Yuji’s smiles and voice made his insides melt; he’d ignore the way Sukuna’s lumbering footsteps or the sound of his boots hitting the pavement made him shiver; and he’d ignore the way he wanted to drop to his knees when Choso so much as looked at him. If he had to see the older alpha in a suit this month, he might actually blackout and become a feral beast. Did he still want to? Absolutely.

He couldn’t blame the pheromones the three of them were putting out. If anything, they seemed subdued, as if they were concerned about overwhelming him. The thought offended him. If pheromones were going to throw him off that easily, he’d be done for already. He lived with Toji, who threw around everything but his dick without a care in the world. Even so, it really was proof that Megumi was now excessively horny around the trio. Great. To their credit, they were their normal selves for the most part. Megumi swore he saw a lot less of Sukuna, but he was almost certain that Yuji was making sure of that. 

Once again, Megumi had a slight sensation at the back of his mind that he was being an idiot. Once again, he was ignoring it.

Despite Megumi’s skyrocketed libido, he otherwise settled in quite nicely. With all the excuses he gave himself previously, none of them held water. It made sense, too. He was there often enough before that it was practically the same experience. He had his own room instead of occasionally opting to sleep with Yuji instead. He was there every morning, but he was always up early enough that he wasn’t in the way. As far as he could tell, he really did slip in quite neatly. And despite being awkward and jumpy, there were no complaints about his behavior.

Nearly a month in, the omega thought that perhaps he was starting to calm down. Being touched didn’t have that initial jump anymore, and curling up beside Yuji while he played a video game felt almost normal again. At least, it felt normal to him. The book he was idly reading was mostly forgotten in his lap as he watched Yuji play a horror game, and even that was blurring into the background once he began to doze off. Yuji calling his name roused him to mild alertness. "Hm?"

"You’re feeling okay? You’re cuddlier than usual." At some point, Megumi went from being curled up beside the alpha to wrapped around him, his face buried against Yuji’s shoulder and just shy of his scent gland. He accommodated Megumi’s size easily, an arm wrapped around his waist so he could still hold the controller with both hands. How long had he been like this?

He didn’t panic however, simply shook his head and yawned. "I’m good. Tired. Gonna go to bed." 

"It’s okay, I’m not bothered." A genuine Yuji smile followed, and it was contagious. He almost wanted to stay, but he really was tired. There was no reason to sit here and start drooling on him, even if it was comfortable. He nuzzled a bit more, shook his head properly, and carefully climbed off the couch to bed. 

It should have been a sign that something was wrong but instead Megumi took it as a sign that he was learning to relax. He even managed to keep calm when he saw Choso the following morning. He wasn’t sure what caught Choso’s attention in the first place, but in the middle of brushing his teeth, the older male took hold of his chin to take a long look over Megumi. Doe-eyed, he blinked several times, his hand stilling. "Everything okay?" He muttered around the toothbrush hanging from his mouth. 

Choso had a look on his face that Megumi couldn’t quite read, somewhere between concern and questioning. Waiting. It didn’t last long. Choso smiled apologetically and gently patted his cheek before stalking off, some tension leaving his shoulders. "Have a good day, Megumi."

Should he have thought something of it? Yes, and he did briefly. He gave himself a once over in the mirror, but seeing nothing wrong he chalked it up to alpha weirdness. And he left it at that for the rest of the day, up until his last class for the day. Half way through the hour and he was completely zonked out, not hearing a word from the professor’s mouth.  He was much more tempted to drag himself over to Yuji and scent. Even in a daze, it shocked him into acknowledgment. Was he in heat? Why was he in heat? He shouldn’t be in heat. He was in heat last month; he wasn’t exactly regular but this was abnormal for him. Having a heat every month was extremely uncommon. Chewing his lips, he quietly texted Yuji, hoping his scent wasn’t getting too bad. He had taken the habit of wearing scent blockers now that he was constantly in some state of arousal, but that wouldn’t help if he fully settled into heat now. 

Yuji was on the opposite side of the room but still managed to find Megumi’s mop of hair by the window. He was immediately scolded and turned back around, but Megumi caught his concern anyway. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything yet, but better to be warned if he suddenly fell out from behind the desk.

Dramatic, but plausible. 

Other than the brain fog, he didn’t feel bad yet. Was this why Choso looked at him funny? It wasn’t common for him to be tired either. Confused, he focused all his energy on being quiet for the remainder of the class rather than his desire to seek comfort when comfort was accessible. It was all strange and upsetting but he could remain calm. Once dismissed, Yuji was immediately at his side, squatting down to take a look at him. Before Megumi could speak, Yuji darted off like the tornado he was to speak with their professor briefly and was back just as swiftly. "No wonder you’ve been weird," was the first thing Yuji said. He was smiling though, and Megumi couldn’t really be agitated about it.

"I haven’t been weird," was all he could manage as he stood to leave with him. Yuji was hovering but otherwise wasn’t annoying. And considering Megumi wasn’t receiving any odd stares, either he wasn’t giving off heat pheromones yet or Yuji’s presence beside him was enough for people to ignore him. Either way, good. Once they were off campus, Megumi stepped in closer to Yuji, even tossed Yuji’s arm over his shoulder. It felt better. Soon enough he found himself leaning into Yuji more than walking, nuzzling against his shoulder and shivering as if winter was upon them.

"Do you want me to carry you? Or I can call Sukuna and he can drive you home, I’ll walk." Megumi looked up with a short noise of confusion. "I don’t mind, but I’m kind of dragging you." 

Indeed, his feet were hardly moving anymore. Yuji’s arm migrated to his waist to pull him close and hold him up. Here he thought he was walking on air. He probably looked like he was drunk before 5PM. Straightening up, Megumi sped ahead, leaving Yuji sputtering softly. "I’m fine. No need." 

"You’re so stubborn." Yuji’s voice was fond, and so was his smile when Megumi looked back at him. He snarled lightly at the alpha despite the warmth that spread through his chest at the sight of him, no malice behind it. By the time they made it home, Megumi’s pace slowed to a crawl. Though Yuji moved to go inside, Megumi stood outside, just short of shuffling in place. "What’s wrong?"

"I should… probably go back home." Going inside was not a good idea, even if all of his body said that was exactly where he should be and it was a superb idea. His nest would be missing some scents— and he’d have to make a new one— but he’d be fine. He didn’t need to talk himself out of this event. But he shouldn’t be around these three in heat, should he? Even if it was safe and where he wanted to be. Was that fair?

Yuji leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. Comfortable, casual. He smelled of yuzu and lemongrass, but it was still subdued. Megumi scrunched up his nose; he didn’t like that. It was like being rejected, even if the sober part of his brain supplied that Yuji didn’t want to influence him. He was a good alpha. "Fushiguro, do you want to go home?" There was a short pause. Megumi shook his head to answer. No. "I won’t force you to stay here, what you’re comfortable with is what you should follow. Sukuna might not act like it but he does have self-control. And if you’re worried, I can stay with you. It’s okay. And Sukuna can take you home if you change your mind—"

Yuji was still talking but Megumi didn’t care to listen anymore. He intended to push past Yuji and walk inside but immediately stopped as soon as he made contact with his chest. "I’m too tired to argue a point I don’t want to follow to begin with. Stop reassuring me and couch."

Though Yuji laughed, he lifted Megumi up the remaining step into the house and helped him get around much more than necessary. Just this once, he’d allow it. He wouldn’t get used to being carried around and taken care of. Nope. Shoes removed, jackets put away, Megumi was tossed over Yuji’s shoulder like a sack and carried to the couch. That alone was enough to please him, writhing a bit and purring on Yuji’s shoulder. He was set down carefully, and once Yuji was seated, Megumi immediately crawled on top of him. He’d make a decent pillow for the next few hours, he decided very quickly. Yuji didn’t complain an ounce, simply began to pet Megumi as he relaxed against his body. Megumi reached up to tug the collar of his t-shirt aside and nestled his nose against the alpha’s scent gland happily. The bright smell filled his lungs and he curled up, a soft purr starting again as he felt himself go limp. Yuji said something, and it took him about five minutes to realize it wasn’t in his head and that he should probably respond. "Say that again." He pulled his head up and away to look at Yuji properly. His eyes were heavy and wet but he was still quite awake.

Yuji continued to pet him leisurely, not minding the slight change in position. "Did something happen during your last heat? Was something weird or wrong?" 

"No. It was easy, actually. Not ‘too easy’ but normal." He paused in thought, grumbling softly as he went to scratch his neck and the patches covering his scent glands. They were swelling under the tackiness of the patches and it was quickly getting uncomfortable. It was as if he skipped preheat and went straight into heat, except he still felt lucid. He wasn’t a dripping mess yet, but he could feel his labia were a bit more slick than what would be normal. "Can I take these off? Will it be too much?"

Instead of answering him, Yuji peeled the two patches off and tossed them onto the coffee table. There was a blank look on his face for several seconds before Megumi let out a soft noise of concern. "It’s fine, you’re fine," Yuji laughed and slowly trailed his fingers through Megumi’s hair. "It’s good, just new. You usually only smell a little spicy. It’s heavier now. And sweeter. And milky?" Yuji’s nose was a brief presence against the side of his neck. It was enough for Megumi’s eyes to cross and his hands to clench in Yuji’s shirt. "Yeah, milky with more ginger. Sorry."

Megumi shook his head but otherwise settled, nuzzling across Yuji’s neck, chest, and throat until his cheek felt fuzzy and numb with it. Then he turned to the other cheek to repeat, paying little attention to his thighs rubbing together and his intermittent purrs. He eventually fell into a lull, somewhere between asleep and awake, Yuji’s arms occasionally tightening around him when he would fidget too much. The TV was set to some cooking channel and the sound didn’t disturb him. What did disturb him was the sound of heavy footsteps making their way downstairs. Sukuna was awake, and he was bound to complain, Megumi was sure. And he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Instead, he sat up in Yuji’s lap and perched himself over the back of the couch, perfectly positioned to glare in Sukuna’s direction as soon as he made his way over. He probably looked like a lazy cat dozing with his eyes open, or subtly presenting himself for pets.

Was he presenting himself? Probably.

Sukuna’s eyebrows furrowed as he stilled, nose visibly twitching several times. Yuji eventually sat up, shifting Megumi slightly once he moved. "Fushiguro’s in heat."

"No shit, brat." 

"Behave."

Sukuna’s feathers were ruffled, and it made Megumi shiver. It could be Yuji, it could be Sukuna, it could be his heat in general and he wasn’t sure. He also found he didn’t care, as long as he had their attention. "I’m always behaving, and good luck trying to control me of all people. You should know better." He padded over without another word, fingers finding their way through Megumi’s hair easily. Megumi tipped his head to press his face against Sukuna’s wrist, sighing softly all the while. "Choso said he smelled funny this morning, thought he was pushing pheromones out on purpose." Megumi was hardly listening, but he did manage to shake his head to respond. "All that craving a knot all month long finally caught up to you, huh princess?" 

Yuji’s growl barely covered up the sound of Megumi whimpering into Sukuna’s arm. He gently bit down on Sukuna’s wrist, squeezing his eyes shut while his teeth pressed on the scent gland there. Frankincense and myrrh filled his nostrils heavily, a fresh coating of slick beginning to soak his boxers. He was probably right; walking around horny more than fifty percent of the week at the very least didn’t help the situation, even if it didn’t cause it. And now he could barely keep it together. Sitting up, he clenched his fists in Sukuna’s muscle tank and attempted to pull him over the back of the couch. It almost worked, the alpha not expecting Megumi to have that much strength left in his body. His thighs hitting the back of the couch kept him upright, a quiet "whoa" leaving his lips. "All you had to do was ask, baby."

Yuji sighed softly but moved to lay back again as Sukuna rounded the couch. "How do you survive being so obnoxious?"

"When you’re older, Yuji—"

"We’re twins."

"— you’ll understand my confidence. Besides, he likes it. Megumi’s less honest when he can think. He enjoys my insufferable company." 

Sukuna cradled Megumi’s cheek for a moment as he moved to lay down again, gently tugging Sukuna down with him to lay on top. Relatively sandwiched between the two brothers, Megumi settled easily against Yuji again. Let them talk, he didn’t mind. Once Sukuna began to nuzzle his throat, he found he didn’t care about anything at all but the sensation of being touched. It wasn’t his first time being touched during his heat. Megumi had a heat partner for a short while during high school that he kept secret and would forever be grateful that he did, but now he found he missed being scented by people other than Toji and Tsumiki when he was in heat. Sure, when he knew it was coming he kept close to Yuji and he was very accommodating, but it wasn’t the same as being in heat and getting the attention. Sukuna’s nuzzle soon incorporated short kisses and licks along his clavicle and throat, and his hands slid under his t-shirt to pet and massage his sides. Another growl was forming in Yuji’s chest. Megumi shook with arousal but looked up in question, his nose nuzzling under Yuji’s chin. The fog was starting to settle in but he felt good, so he didn’t understand what Yuji was growling for.

Yuji’s hand was in his hair again, pleasantly firm and lovely in his petting. "Do you want Sukuna touching all over you or are you too gone to tell him no?"

Megumi stared blankly but nodded. Obviously. Right?

Sukuna laughed against Megumi’s shoulder, the sound warm and settling in the omega’s chest like liquid honey. "You’re expecting him to be coherent for long?" Yuji’s eyes moved to glare at Sukuna, but there wasn’t much heat there. He wasn’t a threat but Yuji wanted to keep him safe. Cute. Sukuna ignored him in favor of cradling Megumi’s jaw and taking his attention again. Sukuna’s voice was low and warm, missing the general teasing or annoyed tone Megumi was used to. "Hey, Mimi? Can you tell me everything you want?" Megumi chewed his bottom lip, nodded, but gave no verbal response. He was there, but not quite. By now he’d normally be curled up in his nest asleep or staring off into space. This was not a talkative or stubborn phase. With their scents and weight and warmth, all he could do was melt. Sukuna looked up at Yuji as if to make a point. "How do kisses sound, do you want those?" Another nod. "How about this: take what you want. Yuji’s too much of a doormat to argue anyway so—" Sukuna was interrupted by Yuji’s socked foot shoved into his face and pushed right off the couch.

With the unnecessary freedom of movement, Megumi shifted with a slight huff with Sukuna’s weight gone. Straddling Yuji’s hips properly, he placed his hands on his chest and pushed him down flat, perching himself there for a moment. His fingers idly squeezed the firm muscle beneath them, his hips rolling to get some sort of friction against his clothed pussy. The spike of want that shot through his core made him pant, his head hanging forward. The shape of Yuji’s cock was right there, filling out the longer he writhed against him. Fingers slid beneath his shirt and against his skin, one hand stopping at his abdomen and the other settled on his hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles. Megumi stopped with a short grunt, easily falling forward to trace the tip of his nose against Yuji’s. It was brief, his hands quickly moving to thread fingers through Yuji’s hair and kiss him. He was ready for it, lips warm and pliant beneath Megumi’s. And he was surprisingly good, eager and more forceful than was expected considering his demeanor thus far. This was more to his liking. Megumi’s lips parted easily for him, his tongue swiftly teased and chased by Yuji’s. And his tongue could chase, Megumi had seen him stick out his tongue enough times to know it was a bit longer than normal, longer than his own at least. Each of his soft moans were devoured, his body trembling in Yuji’s arms. Soon those moans were loud whimpers, Megumi’s hips rolling slowly once more. The drag of soaked fabric against swollen flesh was making him dizzy, and he had little intention of stopping now, little intention of slowing the kisses he received even as he began to drool. 

Sukuna’s presence behind him did cause him to pause. He slowly flicked his tongue against Yuji’s as he pulled back, licking the alpha’s lips before rising and turning to give Sukuna similar treatment. He stopped as soon as his tongue touched Sukuna’s, pulling back with a furrowed brow. What was in his mouth was not normal. He immediately gripped Sukuna’s jaw to force his mouth open. Sukuna looked amused but acquiesced, sticking out his tongue slowly. The length was expected; the triple piercings and the forked tongue were not. It was difficult for Megumi to believe he had never noticed until now. Still, his eyebrows rose high and he whimpered, imagining that tongue anywhere and everywhere other than his mouth. "Fuck." 

"We’ll get there." Sukuna leaned forward again, tongue tips flicking against Megumi’s lips before dipping between them in a rough kiss, fangs pulling at his bottom lip each time he chose to pull back. With Sukuna’s hand over his navel and Yuji’s hand on his hip, he kept moving, grinding down in a languid attempt to reach orgasm. He wasn’t far gone enough for it to be enough yet, but he wanted it to be. When Yuji sat up he whined in Sukuna’s mouth, the change in position giving him less room to move. But his mouth was on Megumi’s scent glands and soon he was seeing stars, hands back in Yuji’s hair and holding on for dear life. It was too much in one direction and not enough in another. His jaw went slack as he twitched and trembled, head falling to rest on Sukuna’s shoulder. Bleary eyed and breathless, he still moaned softly, each moan followed by several bouts of heavy panting. He wanted to ride both of them at once, even if it split him in half.

None of them heard the front door open, nor the sound of Choso’s footsteps moving down the front hall, but the three of them turned still at the sound of his voice. "I’m not replacing that couch again." Vision hazy, Megumi looked over, purring softly as he wiggled out of their grips. Choso had on a suit and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to climb that man like a tree. It took Choso a moment to see Megumi sandwiched between the twins, eyebrow raised.  He watched as Megumi climbed over the back of the couch sloppily, legs a bit wobbly but managing to make his way to Choso. "Megumi…" His voice sounded like a warning, slightly strained and it was a warning that Megumi did not care to hear. He wrapped long limbs around Choso, purring louder once his weight was supported by Choso’s hands at the back of his thighs. Megumi’s face was immediately pressed along his neck, taking in as much of his scent as possible while attempting to open his collar with his nose despite the tie that was in the way. 

"Hi," Megumi managed between purrs, nuzzling along his jaw and quickly moving to kiss him. There was lust in his eyes and in his scent, and soon it was overfilling Megumi’s senses. The citrus notes of his scent were replaced with something closer to iron. Though he found himself drooling and purring, Megumi’s head felt a bit clearer. The slick coating his groin and legs felt more uncomfortable now than pleasant, jeans and underwear clinging to his skin. Being hyper-aware of the sweaty state of his body was not fun. He whined softly, clinging tighter to Choso since he was already being held. He settled his head beneath Choso’s chin and grumbled, ignoring the way his responding chuckle vibrated Megumi against his chest.

"He’s in heat," the twins supplied unhelpfully. So much for being clearheaded, they were still dumb.

"Yes, I can see and smell that." Megumi nuzzled against his throat, causing Choso to sigh. Soon he was pulling his head back. "Megumi, aren’t you forgetting something?"

More grumbling, but Megumi looked up and shook his head, green eyes shining. "No." 

"You’ll be uncomfortable without it."

He knew he needed to make a nest, but now it felt like work he didn’t quite want to do when he was five minutes away from an orgasm moments ago. He nudged Choso’s chin gently with the top of his head before removing his legs from his waist slowly. Being lucid during his heat felt like a crime. "Yes, I know. I need a new nest." He was pouting on the inside. On his feet again, he carefully tugged Choso’s tie off to take and tossed it around his own neck for safekeeping. He then stalked past him to retrieve Yuji’s hoodie from the coat rack. He eyed the leather jackets there but decided against it, instead shuffling back to the living room and immediately yanking on Sukuna’s top. "Give."

"Back to princess," Sukuna muttered, lifting his shirt slowly. 

Megumi reached out to tug again as the meager fabric was over his head, nearly knocking him off-balance with a smirk. It didn’t work but it did make the jerk look a little disgruntled, so he’d take it. He gently tugged on Yuji’s shirt in request, who eagerly supplied the article of clothing. Lips pursed, Megumi’s eyes darted between the two brothers before turning tail to dart upstairs. He wanted to sit on both of their faces until he passed out, but he really should make a nest. And keep them out of it. It made perfect sense. What he gathered he knew wasn’t enough, and as soon as he set them down in his bed he made his way back out of his room and peeked downstairs. He wasn’t nosy enough to want to hear what the three were discussing— who was he kidding, Megumi already knew it was about him— but hearing they were all down there, he scurried into each of their rooms to take things they probably wouldn’t miss. He was sure Choso had a fresh blanket somewhere that he could use. Sukuna didn’t need every pillow he had in his room, nor that towel or really big t-shirt that needed to be washed. And Yuji would just have to launder some of his clothes later. 

He bumped into Yuji on his way out of the alpha’s room, silencing a yelp of surprise before it left his chest. "I’ll bring dinner up for you later?" He was calm and composed and Megumi somehow felt much shorter than Yuji despite them being nearly the same height. 

For a moment, he pressed his nose to Yuji’s bare shoulder, wanting to bite down. A small growl formed in the back of his throat with the desire. "No, stay out." He could see the question marks forming over Yuji’s head when he lifted his head and walked past. He’d figure it out or he wouldn’t, but Megumi had a nest to make, and then a nap to take. Even as he molded everything just right against the padded headboard, he could feel the weariness seeping deep into him. Stripping down to get out of his sticky clothes, he frowned as he stared at the headboard; it was an odd time to remember, but he could have sworn the headboard was wood last year. Did they…? 

That sense that his omega was yelling at him for being an idiot for the fiftieth time this month was back and he was kind of beginning to understand why.

Too interested in his nap now to think about it, he pulled on Sukuna’s shirt and wrapped himself up in several blankets to lull himself into a scent-heavy slumber.

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Curled up in his nest, the first thing to wake Megumi was gentle knocking at his door. His immediate reaction was to toss a pillow at the door. Within the last hour or two, he had managed to untangle himself from the mess of blankets he wrapped himself in, floating in their cushy comfort instead while he did his best not to sweat too much. Immediately wanting the pillow back, he groaned softly and crawled out of his nest to retrieve it. He eyed the door for a moment before opening it slightly to peek outside, the pillow smashed between his chest and the edge of the door. It was Yuji, clothed in another tank top and shorts and carrying food. Megumi eyed the tray of curry and soup suspiciously but took a step back to allow Yuji entry. "I’m not hungry," he supplied as he sauntered right back to bed, nestling back into the fluffed and bunched bedding. The oversized t-shirt of Sukuna’s he wore skirted the tops of his thighs and dangled off one shoulder. There was pain in his head and pain in his stomach and he wasn't inclined to eat, or so he told himself.

Though Yuji followed him inside, he didn’t sit on the bed. He knew better; even if he was eyeing his hoodies and one of his blankets in that nest, that did not entitle him to entry. Not when Megumi was looking at him like that. "You didn’t have breakfast. I’d prefer if you ate a little, and I’ll leave after."

It wouldn’t take much for Megumi to change his mind now, even if he was squinting at Yuji. It was odd, as he trusted him the most in this house, possibly in his life. He wasn’t sure if it was suspicion or assessment, but he was fully observing him, hypervigilant. His nose twitched slightly as he sat up again, patting the bed softly. Yuji took a seat, and handed the tray over once Megumi offered his hands. "Stay," he said as soon as the alpha shifted minutely. Though Yuji moved again, it was only to get comfortable. He sat with his legs pretzeled and facing Megumi, elbows on his knees as he watched him eat. He seemed amused by the way Megumi watched him, his smile sweet. There was a burgeoning tent in his shorts and while it made Megumi preen, it was a small bit frustrating. The three brothers probably had too much self-control, his omega-brain supplied. He could be respected and doted on after he was fucked dumb and tied. Did he always have to explicitly say what he wanted? That’s what the pheromones were for— 

"Fushiguro?" 

"Hm?" He noticed he was no longer shoveling food into his mouth, spoon empty as he lifted it. He blinked several times, his cheeks heating up as he set the utensil down. That was fast. He gave the tray to Yuji’s beckoning hands, and immediately reached out to grab his ankle as he moved. "Stay."

"I’m just taking this out. I’ll come back." Megumi took the tray back to set on the nightstand, and then tugged Yuji towards him, face scrunched up as if the concept of him leaving now was an abhorrent sin. "Ooookay, I’ll stay. No problem." He immediately pressed his weight into Megumi to his delight, loud purrs immediately sounding from his throat. Yuji nosed along his jaw before taking his lips in a kiss, one hand cradling the nape of his neck. His kisses were slow and deliberate, stoking the fire that was already nice and settled in Megumi’s gut. He dragged his teeth against his bottom lip as he pulled back, layering unhurried kisses and bites along Megumi’s jaw and slowly descending down his throat. "Are you this contrarian for fun or is this just how you get?" Yuji looked up with a heated gaze, honey eyes filling Megumi with need. 

His thighs caged Yuji against his body, the length of his calf slowly traveling along his back and side. "I’m not," he managed to answer, a soft sigh of pleasure following. He tipped his head back, giving Yuji all the room his mouth demanded while his fingers stroked through pink hair. Each press of teeth and tongue felt like a shock to his skin. He knew he was going to be marked up to hell and the thought of it was too pleasant. 

"No?" He reached out to grip Megumi’s chin, hand firm as he tipped his head to the side and hovered over him. Megumi immediately tried to pull his head free, eyes bright as he stared and lips going slack once Yuji’s thumb slowly traced along his bottom lip. It was sticky with drying saliva, skin dragging against skin. He shivered and watched, still attempting to pull away despite the fact his lips wrapped around the tip of his thumb. He rolled his tongue repeatedly along the tip and pressed his teeth down just above the knuckle, eyes fluttering closed. His hands moved to paw at Yuji’s shoulders and chest, clinging without sinking his nails in. "I’m not so sure." His voice was low and hot and different enough for it to set off small alarms in Megumi’s head. It was different and he found he liked it a lot. His body arched to press into Yuji again, already missing the weight and needing more of his touch and more of that gravelly voice he never thought his best friend could have. Pushed down beneath him once more, Megumi allowed Yuji to move his head however he pleased, whimpering once his neck was in full view again. His teeth found Megumi’s scent gland again.

He knew he wouldn’t bite, but the thought that he could and he’d be stuck dealing with it was thrilling. His cunt throbbed with it, hips twitching beneath Yuji’s weight. He rolled his hips upward, grinding against Yuji’s clothed dick with several heated breaths. He could hear how wet he was, could hear the thin fabric becoming drenched in his slick with each pass over his lips. He wanted him yesterday and he was taking too long. Megumi’s lips moved to speak, only to choke on a gasp and his spit. Yuji’s teeth pressed on his scent gland just hard enough to mark and proceeded to suck, moaning softly from the taste and smell of Megumi concentrated. No longer willing to wait, Megumi blindly reached down to tug at Yuji’s shorts, attempting to pull them off. Why did he even come in here with something as stupid as clothes on? He didn’t care if Yuji called him eager or teased him as long as he was fucked soon. "Off, off," he mumbled several times, small wet breaths punctuating his words. But Yuji’s hand slipped between his thighs and all he could manage was a long whine as thick fingers spread his lips and pushed into his pussy slowly, only two. "I’m fine—" another gasp as his fingers spread and Megumi’s legs spread wide in answer. "I don’t need it, I’m fine."

Yuji dragged his teeth against his scent gland as he pulled off. Megumi knew his neck was going to be purple before the end of the night and there wasn’t a single thought to care. "You’re too tight, I’m going to split you open." His voice, still so close to his ear, made him shudder, more slick pushing out to coat Yuji’s fingers and palm. Those fingers curled in just the right way to make his hips jerk, needing something more substantial inside of him.

As much as he wanted to simply scream that was the point, this was Yuji and that would not work in Megumi’s favor. Still, he rocked down on those fingers and licked his lips. He’d push more of his pheromones out if it would do anything; the room was already thoroughly coated in his scent enough that he could smell it, ginger and cardamom and honey tickling his senses faintly. "I’m in heat and I’m soaked."

"Megumi, you’re always soaking wet. No scent blockers are going to hide that." His words were murmured heat, followed by a bite beneath Megumi’s ear.

"Fuck," he gasped out, pussy spasming around Yuji’s fingers. Yuji’s chuckle was deep and dark and how did Megumi ever forget he and Sukuna were twins? As soon as Yuji’s thumb brushed over his clit, his fingers were gone. He wanted to complain but Yuji was wriggling out of his shorts swiftly, tank tossed onto the headboard and soon Megumi’s legs were lifted, the backs of his thighs pressed to Yuji’s chest. "Finally." Expecting to get what he wanted immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief, body tensing with anticipation. He expected a push, and instead his pussy was being teased, the tip of Yuji’s length rubbing against his leaking slit. "Yuji," his voice hardened as he glared up at him, tempted to thump him in the head with his calves. Instead he used his position to lift his hips and move with him, wanting more but beginning to feel hazy. Much longer and he might beg.

"Sorry, it’s tempting to tease you until you’re a whimpering mess." Before Megumi could say anything, he pressed forward slowly, eliciting a shuddering moan instead of complaint. Megumi bit his lips and pressed his head back, his hands moving to grip the bedding around his head. He took his time in filling Megumi, slow strokes that deepened each time he pressed an extra inch of his girth forward. It was slow but still not enough time to fully adjust to his size, Megumi’s mouth hanging open with each heavy exhale that left him. 

"More, more," he purred softly, reaching up to stroke Yuji’s chest. There was no amount of writhing that could push his cock in deeper now, but he was impatient and would try anyway. It felt good but it wasn’t enough; he didn’t want to be able to think, didn’t want to be able to walk after this. 

"Relax and I can, you’re pushing me out. " Though he sounded frustrated, Yuji’s face relayed none of it, only lust and amusement. His hands took hold of Megumi’s legs by the backs of his knees and he pushed them as he leaned forward, using the position to force him open and push deeper. Bent in half, Yuji kept him caged there with his shoulders and surged forward, devouring the strained pants which Megumi breathed. 

But this was much more like what he wanted, walls straining to adjust and pull him in. He wrapped his arms over Yuji’s neck as best he could, unable to do much more than grip his hair once he began to move. He expected slow thrusts and gentle rocks from Yuji, but once he was in position he punched into Megumi without remorse, loud squelching immediately ringing in his ears. The air was shoved out of his lungs, head falling back with a surprised gasp. Toes curled in the air, he tried to get words out, anything out, but couldn’t catch his breath to do so. He couldn’t move his mouth anymore to kiss Yuji, his lips mostly hanging open and his tongue twirling in half of a dance that Yuji led with his own tongue. He still tried, nipped and sucked at his tongue while his cunt was assaulted deeply, Yuji’s cock barely pulling out before hammering back into him. Soon his breaths come out in sobs, Yuji no longer humoring him with half kisses and instead biting and suckling on Megumi’s throat between grunts of pleasure. Fingers in black hair kept his head pulled taut, Megumi’s inability to move making him hotter and hazier. The sound of his wetness was dirty and hot and he could feel himself dripping more slick, coating his ass and his thighs and without a doubt Yuji’s thighs too. The slap of his hips against the back of his thighs was sticky and loud, only overtaken by the sound of Yuji’s cock pounding into his wet hole and Megumi’s wails. "Yuji—" he could hardly cry out coherently, nails like claws at the nape of his neck. But the sound of his name made Yuji’s scent flare, like a citrus glaze coating Megumi’s tongue and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

He felt the slight bulge of Yuji’s knot each time he pulled back, stretching him open that bit more and struggling to dip back into him each time. A short growl formed in Yuji’s chest each time, pupils dilated, eyes filled with more hunger. "Fuck, look how wet you are," he purred against Megumi’s neck, his own breaths beginning to shorten. "It’s no wonder I can smell you so strongly all the time." Megumi felt himself whimper more than heard it, heat rushing to his face and blood rushing in his ears. How did he even believe they wouldn’t know? "Is this all you needed? Just needed to be bent in half and fucked ‘til you couldn’t talk?"

Megumi nodded before he could think of anything else, blinking away tears of pleasure. He couldn’t keep from clenching around Yuji, his thighs twitched and attempted to close around him too. He felt too good, on the brink of release when each of Yuji’s thrusts slapped his pelvis against his clit. His abdomen twitched and jerked in his bent position, the weight of Yuji against him keeping him from writhing like his body wanted to. "Y-yes— fuck, please—"

"How could I refuse you. You can’t help yourself. All you can think about is getting tied." Yuji's voice sounded so amused and thrilled, Megumi was shocked by it. It shouldn’t be enough to make him cum but it is, Megumi’s eyes screwing shut as he shouted. His calves attempted to pull Yuji in closer, tighter by his shoulders. His cunt pulses through his orgasm, shuddering and squirting while Yuji continued to fuck into him. His thrusts slow down, Megumi tightening too much to allow him to move as easily. "That’s it," he could barely hear over the ringing beginning in his ears, his hands still scrambling for purchase against Yuji somewhere other than his hair. He no longer bothered, gripping the bedding beneath them as he gasped for air. His hips thrashed as much as they could while remaining pinned, whimpers beginning to form while the stimulation continued. Yuji wasn’t stopping, but he wanted his knot, could feel himself drooling at the thought of being spread open and filled until he was leaking out around that fullness.

"Knot, p— fff — please, I want it," he eked out between choked back cries of pleasure. He pressed his head back fully, exposed his neck for Yuji to take like it was his right. He held his breath as he felt Yuji’s teeth against the gland, and another wail was punched out of his lungs. His teeth sank into his shoulder instead just as Yuji pressed as deep possible into him, knot inflating rapidly. He rolled his hips in an attempt to get deeper, his growls vibrating his teeth against Megumi’s flesh. The pressure and pain against his nerves pushed another orgasm out of him, Megumi going limp against the bed. Numbness tingled through his limbs and goosebumps rose, eyes crossed at the size of the knot holding him open. His moan was an answering growl to Yuji’s, only getting louder when Yuji’s lips met his but stopping once Yuji’s hips began to move again. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing, the sensation too much. But he could feel Yuji’s release, felt each pulse of cum coating his insides as his hips stuttered and jerked, as his core twitched against his thighs. Somehow too much and not enough, Megumi still attempted to move, needing him deeper, needing to take more. More, more, more , even if he didn’t know what "more" was and what more he could even take.

Yuji was still for a moment, kiss-swollen lips against kiss-swollen lips. He lowered Megumi’s thighs to the crooks of his elbows as he hovered over him, curling to press his forehead against Megumi’s. He could feel his cunt tighten, needing to keep him inside despite the fact Yuji was going nowhere with his knot nestled inside of him. Yuji’s face looked strained despite himself, biting his bottom lip as he continued to roll his hips. Megumi’s hands moved to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his sweaty skin to keep from falling off. "One more," Yuji panted, his knot pulling at his entrance with each tug back, grinding forward heavily each time.

"Ohgod," Megumi answered on repeat, brain malfunctioning. His limbs twitched with pleasure and pain, too much and too little. His knot pressed against his clit from the inside and he was beginning to see stars in his vision. Each drag felt like a secret place between heaven and hell and he couldn’t breathe. He felt his legs drop, Yuji’s heavy palm pressed just below his abdomen. Yuji began to fuck him in earnest again, rapid rolls of his hips tugging his knot back and forth inside of him, his cum dripping out from around it. "Can’t, I can’t—"

"One more time, you’re right there." His words were a demanding growl against Megumi’s lips. He could and he would, the wet fullness in his cunt two thrusts away from throwing him over the edge one more time. Megumi choked on whatever words wanted to escape, pulling Yuji down the small bit to kiss and bite him roughly. The orgasm was a mix of pain and relief, a languid pulse that worked through his cunt and shocked through the rest of his body. His toes curled just short of a cramp, catching it and spreading them before it could take. His breaths came out in short whines that deepened to purrs once Yuji stilled again, once his arms were wrapped beneath him and pulled the omega close. "Fuck, you’re amazing." He sounded beside himself with awe, fingers petting and kneading along Megumi’s back as best they could in their position. Megumi responded with several blinks and purred that much louder. Words were not going to come out for a bit. Yuji’s laugh was soft and sweet but tired. He pressed one more kiss to Megumi’s lips. "I didn’t think this through, I’m gonna move us." 

"No," Megumi answered immediately. So much for not speaking. He wrapped his limbs tightly around Yuji, as if that would keep him from moving. It jostled his knot, making them both gasp. 

"Megumi—"

"No." He shook his head, comfortable in the warmth and the mess that they made. Still, he was beginning to realize his hips hurt and his thighs were aching on the inside but it was too soon to take it back. Lucky for him, Yuji ignored his protests and rolled them over, Megumi’s legs resting at Yuji’s sides. He wiggled to get himself comfortable, eyes going crossed once more from the overstimulation of his knot pressing around again. Yuji’s hands immediately went to keep his hips still, his eyes screwed shut. Sighing, Megumi carefully moved to lay forward on Yuji’s chest, nuzzling against his jaw. "Thanks," he muttered softly. He ignored Yuji’s chuckle for now, but preened at the kiss that was pressed to his cheek. Soon he tipped his head up to kiss Yuji properly, the alpha’s hands cradling his jaw as their tongues intertwined again. Each kiss was wet but slow, both of them relaxing into each other. They devolved into gentle presses and strokes of lips and nose against each other before Megumi pressed his face against Yuji’s neck again, taking in his scent and rubbing against the gland.

"You’re okay?"

"Mm," Megumi barely responded but nodded his head too. "And thanks for the food, too." Yuji laughed, squeezed him a little tighter.

They were silent for a while, happy to take in each other’s warmth while parts of them continued to throb. It would be a while before Yuji’s knot went down enough to pull out, and Megumi wasn’t sure he’d let him pull out anyway. "I think I get why Sukuna likes teasing you now." Yuji broke their silence while nuzzling against Megumi. He looked up at the alpha with a confused noise, brows furrowed. "It’s kind of fun picking on you when you’re hot and bothered." He looked shy when he answered, biting his lip with a hint of nervousness.

"Unbelievable." Megumi shook his head with a huff, skin flushed. If he said anything more, he’d say that he enjoyed it, could handle a lot more even, and that was the last thing he was going to admit while sober. "I can be a bully, too." 

"I’m not being a bully— Fushiguro—" He growled softly as Megumi sat up. He planted his palms on Yuji’s chest and began to rock, slowly riding his knot.

"Uh huh," he purred, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t have to wait for his knot to go down, he’d take it for another ride until they were both whimpering messes and too fucked out to move.

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"Did you let Sukuna tattoo you?" With morning came rest and respite, lucidity now foreign at this stage. It had been a long time since Megumi had sex during his heat, but even then he rarely broke out of it like this. Everything about this heat felt far from normal. He even allowed Yuji to strip and change the bedding after kicking him out of his nest a few times without allowing him to leave the room. It was slow going, but he eventually figured out that he should do what he wanted rather than asking Megumi for permission. The answer was likely always going to be no for now.

Snuggled warmly in the mound of fluff with him, Yuji yawned quietly and nodded. His hands kept busy by petting Megumi, fingers moving along his back and through his hair. He looked down where Megumi’s hand was, lightly fingering the thick bands that wrapped around his thighs. They were very high up, no one would see them unless he wore very short shorts or briefs. "But I asked for them. He did Choso’s, so I wanted one too. He didn’t have to strap me down and force me to be still." Megumi nodded as he listened, fingers idly tracing the bands. The image of Sukuna’s tattoos was burned permanently in his brain, so he realized they were not as low on the thigh as Sukuna’s. Interest waning, Megumi tossed his leg over Yuji’s waist, sliding in that bit closer. Or rather his interest wasn’t gone, but his desire was coming back as if it was never sated to begin with. Soft pecks against Yuji’s lips followed, attempting to gently coax. Instead Yuji tugged his head back by his hair, too soft to be stimulating. "We should get something to eat. And drink. You’ve got to be dehydrated." 

Megumi shook his head, shamelessly sliding his hand down Yuji’s abdomen to grip and stroke his length. "We’ll be fine for another round or two." They waited, they had recovered enough. Megumi even kept his hands to himself for something like two hours. They’d be fine. He could see Yuji’s resolve failing the more his cock twitched in his hand, the more Megumi pressed his body against him. He tested his luck again, licking a playful stripe along Yuji’s lips. Megumi could feel the pain of ignoring his needs coming and he didn’t want to feel it, not when there was a live body beside him that was a person he genuinely trusted and liked. 

"Just one," he murmured, immediately dipping his head to press his lips against Megumi’s scent gland. 

Megumi didn’t get to savor the fact that he was getting what he wanted so very easily. The door opened without a knock, Sukuna waltzing in as one would expect. He turned his head to stare at the intruder but otherwise didn’t move. He wasn’t a threat, even if he seemed ready to interrupt. Sukuna looked as if he recently came back from work, clean and dressed down for bed, but carrying a small shopping bag. Megumi could feel his scent glands swell a bit. He wanted Sukuna there, but he wasn’t the easiest to sway. For now, he ignored him, turning his attention back to Yuji and tipping his head forward again. "Aw, is that all the acknowledgment I’m gonna get, sweetheart?" Undeterred, Sukuna closed the door and moved to sit on the bed, placing the bag beside himself. "C’mon. You’re not going to shrivel up and die in here. Go get some air, Yuji." 

Though he sounded bossy, Yuji seemed unfazed. He rolled to his back and sat up, leaning his weight on his palms behind himself. "We’re good." Megumi nodded in agreement, content with the fact that Yuji was still invested in giving him what he wanted. He curled up a bit more in the nest, nuzzling one of the pillows beneath him. The likelihood of them fighting felt slim, but the idea of them fighting over him was thrilling. He was content to watch for now, curling up on his side beside Yuji. 

Sukuna rolled his eyes, crawling in close with mischief in his eyes. His voice was a light murmur, teasing as he moved into Yuji’s personal space. "Brat. And you were complaining when I called you a pushover." Yuji opened his mouth to say something but immediately slapped his lips shut with a quiet pop , a wave of pheromones from Sukuna settling in the room. The heavy smell of burning incense filled Megumi’s nose, tickling the back of his throat and making him melt into the bed. His desire to roll over and present himself was overpowering and the instinct to take a deep breath to calm down was the wrong one. He let out a low whine, but the growl Yuji let out was thrice as loud. He leaned back as Sukuna crowded him, head tipping back as Sukuna's hand came to rest at his throat. 

Megumi expected some snarling between them, but Sukuna slowly pressed his lips to Yuji’s. Yuji relaxed beneath him, lips parting to kiss in earnest. He didn’t know what to think, and was too aroused to think as it was. Whatever remained of his growl was gone, arms sliding over Sukuna’s shoulders to pull him closer, to keep their mouths slotted together. He even bucked towards Sukuna, likely dragging his dick across his abs. For as much as he looked like he might devour Yuji, Sukuna pulled back first, deliberately sticking his tongue out for Yuji to chase. Something was quietly murmured between them, and though Yuji pouted, he relented. He pushed Sukuna back as the larger man grinned and climbed out of bed. "I know what you’re doing," Yuji grumbled once he was on his feet. He was beet red, looking for his shorts with some amount of confusion. As if Megumi would let him take them back. Sighing, he took in Megumi’s form and leaned towards him, paying no mind to the fact he rested the majority of his weight on Sukuna’s back to do so. "Just yell if he’s too much of an asshole." Though Yuji left him with another kiss, it wasn’t enough. Megumi wanted him to stay but no amount of pheromones were going to keep him there with Sukuna telling him to go. Megumi was the one in heat here, how was that fair? There was pain forming in his gut to mix with the pervasive arousal and he was beginning to sweat with it.

"Hey, I didn’t forget about you." 

Sukuna’s voice brought Megumi back to himself. With Yuji gone, he began to rearrange and burrow further into his nest while making some sort of pitiful noise, nearly ignoring Sukuna completely now that the overwhelming presence was let go. Buried beneath the blankets, he stared at the alpha with an indignant expression. "Leave." He wanted the opposite, in fact, but some part of him wanted to save face. He could have been riding Yuji by now, after all. Could have been filled and grunting from the burn of it again. Paying him no mind, Sukuna moved to unwrap Megumi enough to slide in beside him and then rearranged the omega into his lap as if he weighed nothing at all. Settled against his chest, Megumi was still for all of thirty seconds and proceeded to snuggle in properly. Sukuna’s arm wrapped around his waist and kept him still when he wanted to turn around, keeping them back to chest. That he kept him still in one arm was simultaneously frustrating and titillating. He didn’t attempt to hide the shiver that shook his body, instead tipping his head back to lick at Sukuna’s scent gland. 

The small shopping bag was plopped in his lap then, the shell of his ear nipped. "Eat." A kiss was pressed to the nape of his neck before Sukuna began to nuzzle, fully expecting Megumi to listen without another word. He had half a mind not to, just because he could, but his stomach felt completely empty. He downed the entirety of a bottle of water first before pulling the container out of the bag. "It’s fish and rice, you’ll be fine." 

"Where did you get it?" It wasn’t a packaged meal but it was packaged like a proper bento. The smell made his stomach turn briefly from the pain, but he would manage. A subtle uptick in Sukuna’s scent helped. 

"A friend. They smelled you all over me and wouldn’t let me leave work until they came back with it. And yelled at me for leaving such a sweet smelling thing like you alone."

Megumi made a sound of disgust but proceeded to do as he was told. He ate about half before he gave up, both from feeling full and unable to focus with Sukuna’s scenting. He began to squirm, eventually tipping his head back on a soft moan and biting into his neck. It earned him a loud grunt and a growl, and Sukuna’s hand at his throat to pull his head away. His eyes fluttered shut from the sensation, a loud purr vibrating his chest unbidden. That was new but he’d take it, and a lot more of it. 

"Eat the food, not me." 

Megumi licked his lips and opened his eyes, Sukuna shaking him gently. Megumi’s hands blindly closed the container and he carefully set it aside. "I ate half."

"That’s acceptable."

"Has to be, because I’m not eating anymore." 

Sukuna squinted down at him and slowly licked Megumi’s lips until he whimpered. "Open your mouth." Sukuna’s arm left his waist in order to pull his hair and tug his head back, keeping his hand at his throat even as Megumi opened up. He licked into Megumi’s mouth, teasing his tongue with his. The piercings were strangely stimulating, easily setting Megumi to writhe in his lap. He was oversensitive with heat, even having his tongue licked and played with sent shocks of arousal throughout his body. Once they properly kissed, Megumi’s hands left his lap. He reached behind himself and slipped his hand into Sukuna’s pants to stroke his length. Already half hard, his hand stopped at the tip, shuddering once he felt the metal there too. As if to keep him from having too much fun, Sukuna pulled back with several more playful licks and lifted Megumi again to rearrange him to his liking. Being maneuvered so easily right now caused him to gasp softly, biting his bottom lip despite his fidgeting. 

Sukuna and Yuji both were larger than Megumi, slightly in height and definitely in build, but Sukuna was bulkier than both he and Yuji. It made it easy for Sukuna’s legs to hold Megumi’s open once they were hooked over his knees.  He immediately wanted to close them, because Sukuna was not in a good position to enter him this way. There was no reason to feel so much on display. "Are you going to fuck me or are you going to be a tease?" His voice ran parallel with impatience, even as he trembled against Sukuna with anticipation. Somehow, he imagined Sukuna’s teasing would still get him off repeatedly. His head rested on Sukuna’s shoulder, turned slightly to the side to nuzzle against his throat. He smelled so strong and he wanted to bite into his scent gland to get even more. Saliva pooled in his mouth to drip and drool out the corner of his mouth and he didn’t care.

Wrapping an arm around Megumi again, his other hand slowly pet Megumi’s stomach. "No teasing, not yet. I think I’ve done enough of that for years, huh?"

His abs continued to twitch under Sukuna’s touch, hips writhing as much as they could in his exposed position. "I don’t think that counts," Megumi answered quietly, tongue dipping out to lick Sukuna’s neck.

Sukuna’s hand slowly slid over his mound, thick fingers idly tapping against his labia as if he were waiting. Though he was drenched in his own lubricant, he could still feel the heat from those fingers, waiting to dip inside."Because you don’t take anything I say seriously. If you had, we could have been doing this a long time ago."

"What?" His face scrunched up, a soft gasp leaving pursed lips once Sukuna finally slipped a finger into his heat. The sound of the digit pressing through his slick was loud already, Megumi’s shoulders slouching with some embarrassment. It didn’t stop him from squeezing down on the finger, exhaling sharply. His ability to think was slowly deteriorating, but this wouldn’t be something he wanted to think about now anyway. 

The omega was getting what it wanted, it didn’t have to keep yelling at the back of his mind anymore.

"You’re cute and oblivious as fuck, babe." A kiss was pressed to his temple, another finger slipped in beside the first. A haze was beginning to form over Megumi’s senses and this was more like it. Though he could feel another spasm of pain in his abdomen, it was slowly diminishing, eased with Sukuna’s fingers slowly rocking back and forth inside of him. Scissoring open, the heel of his palm avoiding pressing back on his mound for now. Megumi arched his back, squirming, attempting to move at his pace and not Sukuna’s. Soft gasps parted his lips and Sukuna took them to kiss again, sighing as his tongue came to chase his own.  Two fingers swiftly became three and four, Sukuna’s tongue fucking his mouth at the same speed of his fingers entering him, each end twisting of their own accord. 

Megumi pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, choking out a moan in between. His head fell forward, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Sukuna took full advantage, fangs and tongue teasing his neck with bites and suckles. Whatever bruising Yuji left behind was reignited, the pain blossoming into heated pleasure quickly. The squelch of Sukuna’s fingers entering his hole repeatedly was loud despite their breathing, despite the soft growls of lust coming from Sukuna against his ear. "Mmmh— more," Megumi begged, pressing his head back to nuzzle along Sukuna’s jaw. One arm was slung back around Sukuna’s neck, anchoring him. Sukuna’s free hand found his throat again and he pressed up into it, enjoying the feel of the weight there. His hand felt so broad against his throat. Were they really that large, or was his neck really that small beneath it? His thumb traced the edges of his scent gland, more drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. "Sukuna…" Though his scent was filling the room, all he could smell and taste now was Sukuna, eyes slipping closed as he gave into the sensation of being blanketed by it. Filled and overcome, like being sheltered in a dark shrine.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Sukuna purred, barely above a whisper into Megumi’s ear. His fingers still in their thrusts briefly, changing to a rocking motion that hooked his fingers and kept them inside, kept his palm rubbing pleasantly against his clit. Small flashes of stars filled Megumi’s darkened vision behind his eyelids. "I had to go to work; I could smell you all over the house. I could barely resist coming in here to fuck the both of you. Pretty little slut like you wishes I had, don’t you?" 

Megumi nodded, shuddering in Sukuna’s lap. His grip on Megumi’s throat tightened slightly, a choked moan vibrating through his throat before the grip was lax again. He was rutting back against Sukuna’s cock as best he could like this, which wasn’t much at all. He wanted to be filled, walls clenching rhythmically around Sukuna’s fingers. It wasn’t enough. "But I’d fuck Yuji first," he began again, teeth briefly tugging his ear. "He’s been good for you, hasn’t he? And he isn’t so greedy. You?" Sukuna’s laugh was wholly dark and mean and sent a fresh gush of slick down on his fingers, liquid heat settling in Megumi’s gut and spreading throughout his body. "Mimi, your puffy cunt looks like it can’t get enough, ever. Isn’t that right? You’re so tight even around four of my fingers." He tried to spread them again. Megumi wailed, back arching as his walls pulsed around them. 

"If it’s not my knot it isn’t good enough, is it? Doesn’t matter how fucked out already you are on them. How much have you cum already? How many times did you ride his knot ‘til you passed out, hm baby? Did you keep moving while you blacked out, when he was oversensitive and drooling and all you could do was keep squirting like a pretty whore?" The hand at his throat tightened again and stayed that way. The pressure slowly built in his head, fullness causing him to pant, his hips to wriggle and writhe as the rest of him felt limp. He opened his eyes to look up Sukuna, the alpha’s eyes locked on his face, enthralled, watching for each minute reaction. Tears of pleasure were forming at the corners of his eyes and there was nothing he could do to blink them away. He was so close, each press against his clit sending shocks through his thighs, cunt fluttering sporadically. His nails dug into the back of Sukuna’s neck, his hold no longer enough of an anchor. He felt ready to combust. "You want to be bred so badly you can’t think straight…" A soft cry left Megumi’s lips as he came, gushing onto Sukuna’s hand. His walls tensed while his body trembled, his body beginning to slump completely against Sukuna like a taut string no longer being held. His throat was let go, the release of pressure briefly making him dizzy. "Ohhh, that’s it. That’s the one. Fuck, baby." He kept on going, fingers wringing another orgasm quickly out of him, followed by another that had Megumi lifting himself off Sukuna’s fingers and nearly out of his lap. He let out a sob as his legs wobbled shut and he collapsed, rung out. The puddle between their legs soaked through Sukuna’s pants as well, though he didn’t care about that. Sukuna was shushing him, one arm wrapped around his waist again as he licked his fingers clean like a heathen. Even through his tears and whining he still felt heat because of it, and quickly he shut up and took to licking Sukuna’s palm clean of the rest of his own slick and cum. 

Sukuna allowed Megumi to move around now, his arms supporting him rather than restricting him. He turned in Sukuna’s lap, shaky fingers carding through his hair. He wrapped his legs loosely around his waist, grinding down against his dick through his pants. They were soaked through and some more slick wasn’t going to do any further damage. "Alpha." His voice was low and cracked, eyes heavy as he pressed onto Sukuna, licking his lips slowly and past them as soon as they parted. A languorous dance of tongues ensued, a slow slide back and forth against each other mirroring the way Megumi grinded down, the way Sukuna’s hands at his hips aided each roll. The kisses didn’t last long. Megumi was soon tossed away and flipped onto his stomach. He barely felt conscious but was on board with this, immediately pillowing his head in his arms and settling on his knees, bottom raised and back arched. He switched resting cheeks to look back at Sukuna just as he climbed back onto the bed, pants tossed aside. Several slaps were layered across his ass, a shout of surprise followed by a low groan. The slaps stung but weren’t too harsh, mostly warming his flesh. Sukuna wasted no time, gripping one cheek tight enough to bruise and sliding into his pussy in one smooth thrust. The piercing didn’t go unnoticed, Megumi choking on a gasp as his toes curled. It was hot but still cooler and harder than flesh against flesh. He felt full but he knew there was more to come and he wanted that more than anything. He wouldn’t be satiated again until Sukuna’s knot was pressed against all the right spots.

As if he weighed nothing at all, Sukuna lifted him by his hips slightly off the bed. "Use your arms, I don’t want to break your neck." 

"Nnnn—" His pussy clenched down on his cock tightly, earning a low grunt of approval. Small pulses followed after, as if trying to milk him for all he was worth and keep him inside. "Full." His brain wasn't computing, didn't quite understand what Sukuna was asking. He wanted to be fucked already.

"I’m not going anywhere, babe. Move your arms." Though he whined, Megumi eventually moved, setting his elbows down on the bed and tugging a pillow free from its spot in the nest. He was immediately set back down properly and caged beneath Sukuna’s weight, bracketed by thick arms. He bit down on Megumi’s shoulder and immediately fucked into him, deep thrusts that kept him full and kept his cock rubbing at just the right spot to keep him on edge. Without much room, Megumi couldn’t move well but it didn’t keep him from trying, using what little leverage he had with his elbows to fuck back against him. The motion pulled at his shoulder, pulled where Sukuna’s teeth were anchored in his flesh. He knew he was bleeding and it only served to make him hotter, pain and pleasure twisting in his gut to make him cum again already. 

Megumi was long gone, unable to do much more than keep himself up and eagerly take what he was given. Each thrust forward into him punched the breath out of him, any words guttural and wet between moans. "Su— guh — naaa— alpha. " Giving up on words, he buried his face in the pillow between his arms, fingers clawing into the bedding to hang onto something . He felt like he couldn’t breathe, a constant sensation of wet fullness in his cunt assaulting his senses and keeping his full attention. His pelvis, thighs, and ass were covered in slick and cum, dripping down his skin when it wasn’t sliding off from Sukuna’s punishing pace. It took him a moment to notice his shoulder was released, the absence of weight on his back. A slap to his bottom silenced the whine in his throat, pushing back into the hand that remained on the cheek. Each time he pressed fully back against Sukuna he rolled his hips upward, shuddering from the pull at his entrance and the change in pressure.

"Open up." Sukuna’s voice barely cut through the haze, hips slowing but remaining buried inside of Megumi. He felt his thumb spreading slick across his anus firmly, and soon it slipped in past the first knuckle without much resistance. "Good boy." Despite the slick it still burned, immediately attempting to push the digit out and back to pulling it in a second after. It gave him more to squeeze and he felt fuller, and the only complaint Megumi let out was an incoherent moan as he pressed back. His walls spasmed, deep shudders working their way through his body. He could feel the slight bulge at his entrance. He pressed his toes into the bed to get more leverage and continued to fuck himself on Sukuna’s cock, earning another laugh that made him mewl and moan. "See, this is what I mean when I say you’re greedy. No fucking patience, just hungry holes that want to take, take, take ." Sukuna somehow managed to sound both mean and enticed, bored yet enthralled. Thoroughly amused. "Lucky for you, I want to give."

His free hand gripped Megumi’s hip, rendering him motionless again and taking control. His thrusts were little more than humps that kept him planted firmly inside of Megumi, knot inflating rapidly to stretch him open. Megumi’s legs slapped against the bed several times as he came again, attempting to pull away and finding no give in Sukuna’s grip. His pussy pulsed around his fat knot, hips still trying to push back if he couldn’t pull away. His brain felt scrambled, incapable of fully processing what his body felt. Sukuna’s weight returned to his back, the alpha nuzzling the nape of his neck. His hips moved in slow rolls, keeping his knot firmly planted inside of him, rubbing all the right places to keep his body vibrating. He was sore and it felt too good to complain or whine. All he could do was drool, fingers flexing in the blanket his hands were fisted in. "That’s good," he rumbled into Megumi’s ear, a short purr of agreement the only reply he received. His hand felt small as it searched to grip his on the bed, and he obliged, fingers laced tightly together. 

The slow throb of Sukuna’s girth inside of him signaled his release, a low groan rolling through his chest and music to Megumi’s ears. He found himself pressing back once more, rhythmically grinding back against Sukuna and milking his cock. " More ," Megumi murmured, voice cracked from all the noise he had made already. 

There was a dry laugh against his neck, followed by several kisses and licks from Sukuna. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep you pinned here for a while. Breed you full and keep you satisfied."

The words alone were like electricity flowing through Megumi’s veins, a shuddering gasp inhaled. "You can’t, I’m on the pill." The desire to be bred was mixed in with reality, but it didn’t keep him from wanting it. He arched his back that much more, shuddering beneath Sukuna’s weight. 

"And you’re in heat a month too early. Ninety-nine percent effective is looking more like fifty today, babe. Maybe even less." His tongue slowly rolled over Megumi’s scent gland, the omega whimpering as he pressed his face further into the pillow beneath him. The balls of the barbells applied extra pressure, making Megumi’s eyes cross with it. Sukuna’s voice was barely more than a growl, making Megumi tremble even more on his knot. "Might get lucky. I’ll keep trying ‘til it takes."

"Fuck, fuck. Please. " Swollen walls pulsed around his knot, another squirting orgasm making Megumi whine and his legs flail, shins rapidly beating against the bed. He felt like raw nerves being plundered and toyed with, too much pleasure making him float despite being grounded in Sukuna’s weight. Still, he kept adding to it, each slow roll of his hips like touching live wire through his knot. He squeezed Sukuna’s hand weakly, tears forming in his eyes again. His legs slid and spread as he began to sink, stamina drained for now. His head was tipped to the side gently, slow licks and kisses coaxing soft moans and mewls out of him.

"Had enough?" Sukuna’s voice was warm. He gently nuzzled his nose against Megumi’s in lieu of more kisses, waiting for him to breathe and respond. There was still the occasional twitch from Sukuna’s cock and core, and Megumi could feel that he was still cumming. He almost felt guilty, but this was his heat, not Sukuna’s rut. He’d feel guilty if he couldn’t keep up then. The thought made him pause briefly, but he didn’t consider it too much. Not now. Instead, he nodded, and slowly he was lifted for them to lay on their side. A part of him wanted to be flipped so he could face Sukuna, but another tug from his knot and he might just break. But Sukuna’s arms were wrapped firmly around him, keeping him close and warm. "Relax, I’ll clean you up later." 

"Don’t need it," he responded immediately. His fingers laced with Sukuna’s at his stomach, a low purr forming in contrast to his obstinacy. 

"Hmm, we’ll see." A kiss was pressed to Megumi’s shoulder. A hiss left his mouth from the sting that was left, the bite he was given beginning to swell. He grumbled loudly but stopped once he was nuzzled and pet.

Later wasn’t much later. Megumi knew because the soreness hadn’t quite settled yet and he was still warm. His legs still felt like jelly slung over Sukuna’s shoulders and he could tell his hole was still gaping. He fell asleep under the pleasant sensation of being snuggled, but Sukuna’s knot must have just gone down and he immediately decided his face needed to be between Megumi’s legs. "Sukuna." Even drowsy, his voice, rough around the edges enough to feel like he swallowed sandpaper, sounded annoyed enough for Sukuna to pause in his descent. His tongue lay flat against the inside of Megumi’s thigh, brow raised as he looked up at him, questioning. His piercings were a smooth contrast to the rougher texture of his tongue. "What do you think you’re doing?" He had to admit, it was a tempting sight to have him there, even if he wasn’t exactly comfortable with him there. His limited experiences with oral were not the best.

Lucidity was a strange thing, considering it was just yesterday that he wanted to sit on both Sukuna’s and Yuji’s faces.

"Cleaning." Sukuna licked a bit higher and bit into the scent gland in his thigh.

A sharp inhale marked his surprise, Megumi’s hand immediately going for Sukuna’s head. His hair was silky between his fingers, still damp with sweat. His teeth remained, applying sweet pressure that made Megumi close his thighs around his head. "Nnn— fuck, Sukuna."

He slowly dragged his teeth away from Megumi’s skin and pressed a kiss to the bite. "And eating." Several kisses were pressed against his thigh, several more to his mound. He was stopped again, gently by Megumi tightening his thighs around his head a bit more. "Hm? Is this you telling me to stop?"

"I’d prefer if you did." An explanation would be asked for, he knew, and he wasn’t tempted to explain. Maybe he’d be better off letting the alpha do what he wanted. He made it a requirement for everything else, after all; no to this, no to that, no to everything even when he wanted it.

"There’s a first time for everything." His voice was soft as he lifted his head, pressing a kiss below Megumi’s navel instead. "Alright, tell me what could possibly make you not want all of this touching you." There was a pause, Sukuna resting his head on Megumi’s stomach. "If you want."

"The few times it’s been done to me, it’s either been boring or uncomfortable." That made Sukuna look up with a look of disgust. He wasn’t sure if the alpha was genuinely upset or upset on his behalf. "What?"

"That squinty fuck wouldn’t know what to do with his mouth if you gave him a manual with pictures."

It gave the omega pause. He thought he should feel alarmed but he didn’t, only surprised that his secret wasn’t a secret at all. "You knew." Another pause, the obvious slapping him in the face. "You smelled him on me." Back then, Megumi didn’t know how sensitive Sukuna’s nose actually was, only that he could smell when his heat was coming. That bit was a secret revealed within the last year.

"And he constantly had his nose up your ass." Sukuna’s hands began to pet and stroke his hips and thighs. Possessive. He was weak for it, insides melting. 

Megumi really was dumb. He couldn’t say that he didn’t notice, but he explained everything away every time. Yuji probably knew, too. He never seemed to like Noritoshi very much, merely put up with his presence when he saw him in passing. There was one occasion in which Choso saw him during graduation, and the older alpha looked like someone pissed on his shoes when he was near Megumi. Maybe the snarl he made wasn't his imagination, either. Now that all made perfect sense. "So are you the reason he decided to stop chasing me?" It was a family arrangement that the beta was dead-set on following through, until suddenly he said he wasn’t a good fit for his needs.

"Accidentally, maybe. I think I did you a service if he was bad enough to make you feel like getting head is boring." Sukuna’s voice was low and rough, Megumi’s thighs twitching with the desire to cover up and squeeze shut. He could believe that Sukuna's intent wasn't to make him leave Megumi alone, but wouldn't believe that scaring Kamo wasn't deliberate. Sukuna liked scaring people.

As much as he doubted, he still wanted Sukuna’s tongue buried inside of him, still wanted to feel his tongue lap over his cunt. He let out a soft whine, fingers scratching gently along his scalp. "Okay, just. You’ll stop if I hate it?" It felt weird to be self-conscious about now, and he would blame being lucid. If Sukuna really wanted to eat his own cum that badly, who was he to stop him?

"Yeah, but you won’t." Arrogant. "Just call for Yuji, I’ll stop." A look of mischief crossed his face and he pressed another kiss to his navel. He took a moment to suck and bite, making Megumi squirm beneath him. 

"Be serious," he purred, tugging Sukuna’s hair gently. Heat was spreading through his abdomen and pussy again, and he was suddenly eager to feel Sukuna’s tongue.

"I always am," he answered with a smirk. He pressed up into Megumi’s touch, signaling that he should keep his hand there. "Do what feels good. Be greedy and indulge. I’m very willing to take directions here." Once Megumi nodded, Sukuna proceeded. Kisses and licks were spread along the path of descent he took, the occasional bite causing a sharp exhale from Megumi. The first touch of his tongue against his labia was wide and slow, comfortable. Several slow licks followed, helping the omega relax enough to not think about it and just feel. The tip of his tongue dipped between his lips and inside of him, and Megumi immediately squirmed. Flesh still swollen and sensitive, his tongue felt especially hot against his skin. It felt good , even if he wasn’t doing much. Stimulating and soothing, Megumi shuddered as his tongue slowly fucked his hole, licking up cum and slick. Sukuna hummed and moaned softly as he worked, enjoying it as least as much as Megumi. Soon his hips were writhing against the bed, pressing his pussy against Sukuna’s face gently. Be greedy, filled the back of his mind as he fought the urge to really grip Sukuna’s hair and press him down, really ride that tongue for all it was worth and then some. 

The sensation and sound of slurping was embarrassing but made Megumi shake. How did this feel so different? Sukuna’s piercings against the underside of his clit finally sent him into a frenzy. Embarrassment be damned, it felt too good against the stiff flesh of his clit, the difference in texture between unyielding metal and slick flesh making him dizzy. Head tossed back, his fingers tightened in Sukuna’s hair. A wet gasp was stuck in his throat but didn’t stop him from moving Sukuna’s head in time with his hips rocking. They moaned in sync, the roughness of Megumi’s desire too much to be contained. Once Megumi found a pace he enjoyed, Sukuna kept his tongue out for him to use, occasionally lapping and rolling his tongue to vary the sensation for him. It was more than enough. Megumi was close in no time at all, micro twitches working through his thighs and bottom. Sukuna’s hands gripped his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into them. The touch grounded him, eased the excess tension from his pussy that allowed him to orgasm, several gushes of cum falling into Sukuna’s waiting mouth and over his face. 

Megumi’s fingers ached once he finally stopped moving, and he didn’t want to think of how tightly he must have held Sukuna’s head still. Still he looked down, Sukuna’s eyes heated and still watching him like a predator from between his legs. He was panting as he remained still, clearly ready to allow Megumi free use of his mouth. The idea made him tremble, fingers stroking through the alpha’s hair. Still, his face was a mess and soon Megumi laughed, tipping his head back with mirth. His body never felt so good, ached and trembled and sweat in the most pleasant of ways. Though there wasn’t much left in him, he gently tugged on Sukuna’s hair, attempting to pull him up. "Suki, alpha," he said softly, voice still cracked and throat feeling dry by now.

Sukuna crawled up his body with a satisfied expression, caging Megumi beneath him. The weight felt good, and the omega wouldn’t do more but purr. He licked along Sukuna’s chin as soon as he hovered over him, arms slipping over his shoulders to keep him close. As if Sukuna would move away if he didn’t. "’Suki’ huh?"

"Your name’s too long." It was a very simple answer as he hadn’t actually thought of it when he said it. Instead of speaking more, he kissed Sukuna leisurely, tongue slow and a bit uncomfortable in his mouth. He needed more of that water from earlier. And the food, he definitely wanted the food. "Feed me."

"Whatever you want, blessing."

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Sukuna probably has some regrets, Megumi thought. He wasn’t tired, wasn’t frustrated, but Sukuna seemed wrapped around his finger, willing to give into Megumi’s every whim. The rest of his food finished— Sukuna eventually got up to get something for himself, too— the two snuggled together, remaining close in the nest during the lull between spikes of heat. Megumi idly stroked Sukuna’s cock to hardness because he could and because Sukuna let him, lazy rolls of his hips pushed up while he growled and purred into Megumi’s neck, against his lips. He nuzzled into his hair and along his cheek, kisses and bites placed lovingly into his skin. Day two was always fierce but with a decent partner— partners, really— Megumi was able to have these lulls. It could be the excessive amount of knots he was able to ride too, not just the technique, but he had no way of knowing. Toys didn’t cut it and Kamo hadn’t either. But Yuji was good, Sukuna was good. Megumi paused in thought briefly. "Do you think Choso got any sleep?"

Sukuna grumbled low, seemingly no interest in actually responding. Megumi’s hand squeezed at the base of his dick made him stop and look up, inhaling sharply when he twisted his hand up and off. "Mimi, don’t worry about it. He’s weird, he’ll be fine." He knew "weird" was a compliment in this case, because it was Sukuna and Sukuna liked weird, but Megumi’s curiosity was piqued.

His thumb pressed down on the piercing through Sukuna’s tip. The arm around his waist tightened, but he kept at it, basking in the moan the alpha eventually released against his neck. He wanted him in his mouth. "Weird how?"

"Babe."

"Mm?"

"Do you really care or are you trying to torture me?" Precum leaked heavily from his slit, Megumi’s thumb picking it up just before he continued to stroke the full length. His thumb barely reached his ring finger around Sukuna’s girth.

"I care. He’s a good brother and he’s kind." There may have been some torture involved, but he wouldn’t admit it. He was torturing himself just as much with wanting to feel that piercing down his throat. Would it hurt?

"Don’t tell me you have a brother complex."

"Says the one who fucks his brother. Brothers?"

Though Sukuna scoffed, he didn’t argue. "He barely sleeps, ever. Maybe an hour or two. And he’s weirdly in tune with me and Yuji. I’m convinced that’s how he found me in the first place. Anyway, even if you weren’t moaning at the top of your lungs, he’d know we were fucking you senseless. But he can’t smell you that well. So even though your scent is all over the place, he’s only marginally affected by that."

"Hm. Meanwhile you can smell me outside the house."

"Can’t hide a slutty meal from me." Heat flooded Megumi’s face as he pushed Sukuna’s face away. He didn’t respond verbally but gently pulled himself away. It didn’t fool Sukuna, a smug look on his face. He knew there was no offense taken. Megumi worked his way down his body, hand gripping the base of his cock again. Sticking out his tongue, he lapped at the tip, humming at the precum that spread across his taste buds and the throb of him in his hand. Fingers thread through his hair and slid across his scalp, making Megumi shudder and push up into the touch. "No offense, but you need to sleep at some point, kitten."

"No, I don’t." He rolled his tongue against the tip repeatedly, teasing. Tiredness was picking at his seams but he could fight it. He wanted right now, even if he wasn’t peaking again. He’d beg for a knot again later after sleeping, but now he wanted to taste. "Use me," he purred and took the entirety of Sukuna’s cock into his mouth and down his throat in one smooth motion. Sukuna immediately grunted, thighs tightening and shifting on the bed. Megumi had his eyes on him for a while now, knew he was long and girthy and yet he still tried it and took too much at once. He immediately gagged at the intrusion, panting through his nose and releasing a strangled moan from the sensation. It was terrible and he pulled back just enough to cough up spit with cock still in his mouth, eyes closed tightly. It was terrible and it was amazing. He immediately sank back down, looking up once Sukuna’s fingers tensed in his hair. The metal was a little uncomfortable and could have been why he choked so easily, but he wasn't complaining. 

Sukuna looked pleased and feral, smirk full of that teasing meanness he was used to. He felt like the one pinned to the bed under his gaze. Perhaps Megumi should have taken his teasing as seriously as he wanted to because the arousal fluttering through his gut was intense. Lost in Sukuna’s eyes, swallowing around his cock like it was all he could do, he let out a surprised noise once Sukuna began to steer his head. No gentleness, no buildup, the alpha was all force and no elegance immediately, taking what he wanted. There was a rhythm Megumi managed to pick up in order to breathe between tugs of his head. Megumi thought his gag reflex was gone but Sukuna was proving him wrong, reflex kicking in each time Megumi’s lips met his pelvis. And each time his fingers dug into Sukuna’s thighs, each time he moaned wantonly and spread his legs a bit more. Drool was flowing from around his cock and down his chin, bubbling at the corners of his mouth. Tears beaded at the corner of his eyes, returning as swiftly as he blinked them away.

Soon he was heaving in breaths, head pulled off for Sukuna to slap his cock against his lips and tongue, pressed the tip against his chin and cheek. Megumi fought his grip on his hair, attempting to get him back in his mouth but only managing to lick the side. Sukuna’s laugh went straight to his cunt, and Megumi’s fingers followed. It was too much not to have something to fill him. He slid two fingers into himself, a loud moan filling his ears. Slick spread across and between his fingers quickly, loud squelching making his toes curl beneath him as he worked himself over, throwing his ass back to fuck his fingers. "Greedy as always." Sukuna’s voice rang clear. His thumb pressed and rubbed against Megumi’s swollen lips, up to press onto his tongue until he gagged. "If you could take two knots at once, I’m starting to think you would. Or three?" He didn’t wait for a response, the soft wail from Megumi’s throat more than enough.

Gagged on his length again, his eyes fluttered shut, moaning despite the lurch of his stomach. A handful of thrusts and tugs of his hair and Megumi’s nose was pressed tightly against Sukuna’s crotch, cock pulsing between his lips and down his throat. He moaned his release, body shaking, chest heaving and his grip tight in Megumi’s hair but petting with the other. Megumi’s body struggled slightly, swallowing around his girth and taking down his seed without tasting it. He vaguely thought it was a pity, until he was allowed to breathe properly again. Several ropes of cum released on his tongue before the grip on his hair softened, Megumi then moving of his own accord. His head bobbed gently, milking what was left of Sukuna’s release with a gentle hum, lips massaging his length thoroughly. The taste wasn’t terrible. He kept at it until Sukuna’s hips twitched and his fingers tightened again. One last flick of his tongue pressed into his slit and then he pulled away. "It’s good," he slurred without being questioned. Fingers in his pussy forgotten, he clenched around them with a noise of surprise.

"Tired?" Megumi shook his head despite the glazed look in his eyes and the sluggish roll of his tongue along his lips. "Uh huh. C’mere." Manhandled once again, fingers free of his clenching walls, he made something of a grumpy noise until he was hovering over Sukuna’s face. He wiped his face and chin with his arm, the slobber there beginning to tickle and itch.

"Uhhh, Suki," he said dumbly, still a bit slurred, and as soon as he was pulled down on Sukuna’s mouth he swore repeatedly under his breath, a string of incoherence. His hands scrambled for purchase, threading through Sukuna’s hair again. How did he ever think this wasn’t good?

If he rode Sukuna’s tongue and mouth until he nearly drowned the alpha and passed out from pleasure and exhaustion, well, he had no shame about it in his sleep.

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Day two and three were spent being tossed between Sukuna and Yuji and being forced to eat when Megumi did not want to, being forced to sleep between them as that was the only way he would behave. It wasn’t a bad thing; the higher his peaks got, the more of a brat Megumi became, so it was good that he had the twins to put up with him. It was good that they were enjoying every second of it, whether they were with him together or separately. He would be embarrassed about it next week, but for now he was grateful. He was doubly grateful for a king-sized bed that fit the three of them. Before he thought it was too big, and now it was just about perfect. Almost. 

Day four brought Megumi almost completely back to himself. Sandwiched between the twins, he woke before them and quiet as a mouse, he climbed out of bed to make his way to the bathroom to shower. He stretched as he left the bedroom without an ounce of clothing on. He had gotten used to Sukuna carrying him around the house naked whenever he didn’t want to be left alone. He had very little shame, and apparently it only took 2 days for Megumi to lose his own. As luck would have it, Choso walked out of his room in time to catch him. Megumi stopped in his tracks, catching Choso’s eyes down the hall. He looked completely amused, even as his eyes wandered briefly. Sleep pants hung low on his hips, and Megumi had to wonder if he was going to sleep for the short period of time he was accustomed to, or was getting up. "Good morning." And despite that amusement in Choso’s voice, he sounded tired as ever. Did he always sound so tired or was Megumi’s heat making him more sensitive to the sound of him?

Without thinking too much about it, Megumi pranced down the hall, wrapping his arms around the taller man to hug and nuzzle. He tensed for a brief moment but returned the gesture, nuzzling the top of Megumi’s head easily. The omega began to purr loudly, once again tempted to climb him as before. His body was warm, scent pleasantly woodsy with tones of citrus. He hadn’t caught hide nor hair of Choso since Thursday, and it felt good to find his scent again. His scent was missing from the nest, and while it was so full of Yuji and Sukuna that he wasn’t too distracted by the fact, his brain knew it was missing. "Morning. I haven’t seen you."

"Mmm, I figured you were putting up with enough between those two." Thick fingers kneaded the nape of Megumi’s neck, making him purr again, making him press his face firmly into Choso’s chest while he hummed a soft chuckle. "I’m not sure if you’re keeping up with them or they’re keeping up with you."

Through his nuzzling, Megumi’s words were muffled. "Sukuna said you can feel them?"

"Is that your way of asking if I was pathetically jerking off this entire time?"

"No!" He gently pinched Choso’s side, rewarded with another laugh. "Come take a bath with me?" Now that he had him near, he didn’t want to lose contact just yet. It was a Sunday so other than chores, there wasn’t much to do than relax. He didn’t believe it was too much of a nuisance. Without another word, Choso scooped him up and bridal style, eliciting a gasp from Megumi. He wrapped an arm over Choso’s shoulder and relaxed for the short distance, nuzzling his cheek sweetly.

Once inside the bathroom, Choso set him down in front of the mirror. He was covered in hickeys and bruises and bites, and the sight of each in the mirror brought back a flush of heat. For the most part he was okay. He knew he was still giving off pheromones, was still pliant and breedable, still filled with desire. He was able to leave the nest willingly on his own and get cleaned up, so this was probably the last day. Of course, he wasn’t altogether sure. This had been an odd one to begin with, but he wanted to be done. The aftermath of this was on his mind; would things be normal again? Would the brothers be disgusted with him, or vice versa? Like his normal mind, he was pulling possibilities out of his ass to prepare for the worst. 

It stroked the omega's ego to think his heat was so powerful as to sway at least two powerful alphas. The reality of that however meant they may not be so happy once his heat was over. Maybe. It was complicated. There was a small amount of reassurance in the fact that Choso showed no signs of being upset with him. 

The rise of steam in the room slowly pulled Megumi out of his thoughts, as did the hand at his waist turning him away from the mirror. "There’s barely a spot on you that isn’t bitten." In the light of the bathroom it was easier to see than in the dimly lit hall. Choso’s fingers against his skin felt reverent as they touched some of the marks left behind, small shudders working their way through Megumi’s body.

"It’s good," Megumi said with a smile just as he stepped under the shower spray.

"It looks good." Once they were wet, Choso went about scrubbing Megumi’s back, thumbs massaging away some tension as he cleaned. His thumbs at his neck caused Megumi to still, head dropped forward to enjoy the sensation with a soft sigh. His hands were strong and smooth, melting away small aches that Megumi didn’t realize were there. His back and hips were obvious, his neck not so much. Choso’s fingers were careful of the bites that looked sensitive, skimming to cause shivers but nothing more. 

Soon both of them were cleaned and washed off, and both were settled in the bath, Megumi between Choso’s legs. Relaxed within the heat of the water and Choso against his back, it would be easy to doze off. Despite that, his heat flared within, a simmering discomfort that made him fidget lightly. It made him wonder how desirable he was, actually, if Choso was able to sit so peacefully behind him without fondling him in some way. So much for that small ego trip he had not too long ago. At that moment, he missed being deep in heat where he couldn’t think and only acted to get what he wanted. His brain supplied that Choso might not smell him very well, but even this close together? Was he not as saturated?

Chewing his lip, Megumi nearly jumped as Choso’s hand came to cup his chin. He tipped Megumi’s head back, expression soft. "You’re tense. Relax."

He kept his head on Choso’s shoulder, blinking repeatedly. He felt the tension in his shoulders and allowed them to drop, taking a deep breath and sighing once Choso’s thumb stroked his cheek and jaw. A soft hum followed. "More?"

"Is that all?" Gentle fingers continued to pet and stroke, and there was a hint of a tease in those eyes that saw right through Megumi. The omega opened his mouth to speak and beg but was stopped by Choso’s lips against his, soft and warm as he generally always was if he didn’t appear completely disinterested. A firm hand on his stomach kept Megumi from turning against him, a soft huff escaping his nose. But he smiled into the kiss, wanting more of them, wanting more of Choso’s tongue against his. Even at the awkward angle it was pleasant, spreading small tendrils of delight under his skin, from head to toe. Quiet moans vibrated between them, bath water sloshing gently from subtle movement. Choso slowly pulled away, nosing along his cheek and temple, into his hair and back down to his neck. His mouth pressed firmly against his scent gland briefly and was gone just as fast. Megumi felt his body shudder behind him and a bit of his ego returned. 

The amount he cared about that quickly disappeared. Choso’s hands wandered again, skimming over his neck and shoulders, down his chest and over his abdomen. Megumi instinctively spread his legs and shifted his hips in wait, the flush of his skin darkening from the sound of Choso’s chuckling. Though his hands moved over his hips, they slowly found their way back up, thumbs and forefingers moving to tease his nipples. He jumped at the touch, some water sloshing over the edge of the tub. It wasn’t that they were never touched, but today they felt tender and sensitive under his touch, arousal shooting through his abdomen.  The nubs were pinched and rolled, their tips teased by the flat of his fingers. Megumi kept his head tipped back, mouth hung open. Loud moans and pants echoed off the walls. Hips writhing, Megumi’s hands gripped Choso’s thighs, nails digging into wet skin. Quickly he became lightheaded from heat and lust, head rolling from side-to-side as he closed his eyes. The bath was too warm but he didn’t care, only wanted the continued touch and he wanted to touch too. Choso’s hands were suddenly gone, hands steady on Megumi’s shoulders as he caught his breath and immediately whined. "Don’t stop," he said with a huff, already attempting to turn in the tub again. Choso held him still.

"It’s too warm in here. The point is to relax, not rile you up and have you pass out." Megumi grunted his discontent, but didn’t manage much more when he was immediately lifted as Choso stood. There was a chance of slipping but Choso’s confidence translated into success, setting Megumi on his feet outside of the tub. 

He was pouting, and he continued to pout even as he toweled off, even as he combed his fingers in his hair to make sure it didn’t dry into a tangled mess. It was easier to breathe and he should be grateful for it but all he felt was grumpy, and grumpy still once they were mostly dry and he dragged Choso out of the bathroom to the alpha’s bedroom. It would be more apt to say Choso allowed himself to be led, but Megumi wanted to believe he was the one in charge at the moment. "I wouldn’t pass out," he finally said, bee-lining for his closet. No desire to be interrupted, he tossed out a clean pair of sweats for Choso and went to dig through his hamper. Empty, because of course. Still bent over into the basket, he let out a low growl and huffed, pushing himself up. He had nothing better to do, of course he’d do laundry. He turned to be indignant, and instead bumped into Choso offering him a t-shirt several sizes too large for Megumi. Much like he eyed Yuji days ago, he looked up at Choso the same way, taking the shirt and throwing it on after taking a few steps back. It wasn’t as large as Sukuna’s but still large, dangling off a shoulder and barely covering his ass. He settled into the scent and eventually took the three steps forward again to press into Choso. "Thanks," he purred, wrapping his arms around his waist in a hug while nuzzling his chest.

"I figured you might need it," he offered quietly and pressed a kiss to Megumi’s head.

Megumi pulled back slowly, taking his hand as he turned out of the bedroom and towards the steps. Choso followed without complaint, though his feet paused slightly as they passed Megumi’s room. He looked back with a smile. "I want breakfast." It didn’t matter if he wasn’t in the nest at the moment. The heat of arousal still strummed through his body but it was manageable. He squeezed his hand gently and continued to lead him downstairs and into the kitchen. Megumi intended to have him sit there while he made pancakes but the alpha would have none of it. No amount of grumbling and growling from Megumi kept him from helping, from start to finish. Megumi wasn’t a terrible cook, but he wasn’t as good as Yuji, never mind Sukuna. He wouldn’t bother comparing himself to Sukuna; the brute was a magician in the kitchen, even when he was shoveling food into his mouth. It was a wonder he didn’t have a second mouth somewhere. Choso was somewhere in between, hands skilled and knowledge of timing much better than Megumi’s. Not a single pancake burned, strawberries were perfectly cored and cut, and they had bacon, too.

Grateful for the assistance, the pair settled into the same chair— Megumi insisted, Choso relented— with Megumi in Choso’s lap. Eating was a bit troublesome but they managed.

There was always something dangerous about Choso and Sukuna that Megumi could not place. With Yuji, while he realized he was dangerous— limber, strong, and loyal to the point of detriment, probably— he was also too sweet and wholesome for Megumi to be afraid of. He knew him for so long and so well that he doubted he could ever fear his best friend without something terrible happening between them first. He did fear for the people that pissed Yuji off one day, but that was all. He could throw his weight around and do some real damage when he was angry, he knew this. Sukuna lost some of his danger by being annoying and flirtatious. And now that danger interlaced with the flirtatiousness to become hot, annoyingly so. But with Choso, for now, his quietness mixed with the feeling that he could snap Megumi like a twig made him only feel dangerous. He was kind, but he had seen him come to the defense of Yuji in high school as his guardian, and to Sukuna’s— against his desire, of course— when trouble followed him home. He was pretty sure one of those guys went to the hospital that night.

So it was surreal to be in his lap, his hand on Megumi’s stomach and idly petting while they ate. It’s not that Choso couldn’t be gentle and warm, but it always stood at odds with the image of him being violent and angry to those outside of his brothers who received his attention. It helped to remind himself that Choso saw him like a brother, and it just made sense after that. A lot of this did, actually.

He felt like a fire being gently stoked while being pet, each stroke of bare skin against bare skin making him shiver more and more. The pit in his stomach causing a literal need for food was the only thing that kept Megumi from turning around and having his way with Choso, or at least attempting to. Instead, he nuzzled Choso between bites of food, happily accepting gentle touches and nuzzles in return. But it didn’t keep him from occasionally shifting his weight too, occasionally grinding his cunt on Choso’s thigh, pressing his own thigh against Choso’s half-hard cock. It felt like a game and he wasn’t quite sure he was the one winning, whatever the rules were completely lost on him by the time his meal was complete. Gradually, he moved from sitting on one thigh to being centered in Choso’s lap, leaving a trail of slick on his sweatpants all the while. The cotton material was rough against heated flesh, the ache of pleasure felt in his joints and bones. He huffed and whined, planted his feet firmly on the floor and gripped Choso's knees for support. The friction was dizzying but it wasn't enough. Not yet. "Mmmh, Choso." 

His hand continued to pet and stroke but Choso did nothing to help. Didn't grip his hips, didn't move his own. "Finish what you started," he answered simply. 

Megumi grunted and looked over his shoulder. He wanted to call Choso lazy, but the man was enjoying himself, eyes heavy as he watched Megumi move. "It's not enough." Leaning forward on the table for leverage, he continued to grind back, mouth hanging open for small gulps of air. The change in angle continuously dragged moistened fabric against his clit, small shocks of arousal jolting through his cunt. Choso's hands moved to caress his skin again, blunt nails raking up his abdomen to his chest. Megumi's nipples took his attention again, fingered and fondled back to hardness. The scent of him flared, heightened the sensation of being enveloped by Choso. He clenched around nothing, the desire to be filled quickly taking over and numbing his mind. He whimpered and sighed, arching his back to press into Choso's touch. His fingers pinched and tugged flushed nubs, causing Megumi to press his face into the table. A firm tug of both nipples made Megumi roll his hips low, stuttering in their motion. One more drag against his clit set him off, groaned deep and loud as he shook with pleasure. Choso's fingers continued to tease and pinch, keeping the blood flow in his chest. It was then he chose to begin moving his hips, keeping the pressure while rubbing against his clit until the omega pulled himself away with a cry. 

Choso was silent as he pushed Megumi to stand fully, lifted Megumi's hips as he stood. A brief rustling followed, and the press of Choso's body against his back, dick nestled between his cheeks. He began to rut against the omega, nose pressed along the nape of his neck. His tongue flicked against Megumi's scent gland each time the tip of his cock brushed against his entrance, his pussy clenching in anticipation. His legs spread and attempted to push him in. He didn't want to wait, didn't want to think. He only wanted to be spread open until he was screaming himself hoarse. The press of sharp fangs against his neck made him cry out with want, arching for it. They were gone as quickly as they came, quickly followed by cold at his back. It was like being attacked with a garden hose, Megumi blinking repeatedly with confusion. Before the feeling of rejection could actually settle in, Megumi was plucked from the table and lifted into Choso's arms bridal style, Choso keeping his head high as if to avoid his neck. He was beginning to feel like this was his karma for confusing the hell out of Yuji, because he was confused as fuck. The alpha looked a little frayed around the edges. As Choso climbed the stairs, Megumi spoke up with the only thing he could guess. "If you're worried about the table—"

"I'm not—"

"Yuji already fucked me on it twice."

The short growl that followed made Megumi squirm. "That isn't the problem." He quickly spoke again before the omega could latch onto the word problem. "You're not a problem, I am. I can't— I don't think straight when you smell like this." He kicked his door open and unceremoniously dumped Megumi onto his bed.

"You're not supposed to." Baffled, Megumi tipped his head. It made him wonder if Choso would be a public menace if his sense of smell wasn't so dull, chasing omega tail all day, every day.

"No. Just. Hang there for a minute and stop trying to rub your pussy all over me." Though Megumi pursed his lips, he kept still while Choso entered his closet, instead bunching the bedding at the headboard to make an improvised nest. It wasn't much but it would do. The bed was huge, and it made sense if it was ever meant to fit the three of them comfortably. Hot as fuck threesomes briefly skirted his memory and he shook his head. Even if it was a joke, it was based in reality, it seemed. And Megumi wouldn't mind finding himself somewhere in the middle of that.

Or maybe he would, if what Choso had in his hands was coming anywhere near him. "And what is that? " It looked like several thick slabs of leather sewn together to form an oddly-shaped belt.

"It's a collar so I can't bite you." Though Megumi began to point at all the hickeys that marred his neck, the alpha shook his head. "You're not going to come out of heat with a mate you don't want. Put it on."

He eyed the material suspiciously, taking a decent look at the collar. It would lay over his scent glands and it was clear that was where most of the scratches and bites in the material were. "Oh." Choso was the responsible one, even if it seemed now that he had the least restraint. It didn't take him long to think about it, and quickly he held out his hand to take it. It slipped on and fastened easily at his throat. The weight didn't feel bad, but once his glands began to swell again, it would likely become a little uncomfortable. He'd manage. "Why didn't you give me this in the first place?" Megumi slid back into the impromptu nest he made and tugged off the shirt he wore, the garment joining the padding. He leaned forward again to tug Choso closer by the waistband of his pants. 

"I've used it all of once and didn't remember it until I nearly bit you."

Megumi made a small face while Choso ditched the pants completely and climbed in beside him, back against the headboard. " Once? All this is from one use?" He instinctively tipped his head back before he could think better of it. His lips were at his throat, nipping and sucking just under his chin. He was safe from being claimed, so he supposed it was fine. They rubbed against each other for a while, casually taking in the pleasure of skin against skin, of mixing their scents again even though it hadn't dissipated yet. It wasn't long before Megumi found himself pushing into Choso's lap to be cradled in his thighs, a hand settled between them to line Choso's cock with his entrance. The pain in his gut was returning and he wanted it gone before it was obvious he was in pain. He settled on his feet, raised his hips, and slowly set himself down, tightening up all the while. 

"Megumi—"  

"Shh— ha — shush, I'm fine, keep still." Choso's hands moved to his hips in support, allowing him to take his time. He pressed his forehead against Choso's as he slowly took his length, pulling back up slightly for each inch he took, cunt fluttering around his girth with need. Once completely seated he leaned forward, sweat settling on his neck beneath the collar and down his back. For now he rocked leisurely, laid his head against Choso's shoulder and groaned softly. It made the pain go away, pleasure trickling up his spine while being spread open. Choso propped himself up with one palm behind himself, the other reaching up to rake his fingers through Megumi’s hair. The touch made him shiver, his shoulders shaking gently.

Despite the soft moans that left him, it still wasn't enough. Megumi pressed his lips to Choso's for a brief moment before pulling back. "Can I… Just sit on your face for a bit?" For all the fuss he made trying to get on his dick, it felt backwards to get off now. But the body wanted what it wanted. 

Choso carefully moved to lay down flat on the bed in answer and offered his hands to Megumi so that he could move easier. Eagerly, he took the support and then crawled up Choso's body, stopping briefly to sit and admire his chest and shoulders. All three brothers were gym rats and it was nice every now and again to pay attention to the work they put into themselves. He was still long enough for Choso to take hold of his hips and drag him up the rest of the way up his chest. Once Megumi rose onto his knees, Choso pressed several kisses and bites to the inside of his thighs, a soft groan in his chest vibrating. Megumi bit his lip and looked down, enjoying the sight of the alpha's head between his legs. But looking was for another time. Megumi took hold of his hair and settled over his face. He attempted to hover at first, lowering himself just enough for Choso's tongue to reach out and touch his folds. "C'mon." Choso rolled his eyes and tugged him down by his hips to make him sit. 

A short yelp was the only sound Megumi made before covering his mouth with his free hand. Choso’s tongue rolled slowly over his folds, walls clenching around nothing from the initial touch. Warm and wet, the tip rubbed over his entrance without dipping in while the length of his tongue stroked his lips and clit. Soon Megumi leaned forward to press his palm against the bed and ground himself, hips rocking slowly. The hand in Choso’s hair tightened and loosened sporadically, soft sighs of pleasure leaving his throat. Each grind of his hips was followed by a sound of pleasure from Choso— a soft sigh into his heat, a low groan with a slight shift of his body beneath Megumi— and it only served to make him move a little harder, a little faster. Made him hunch over, grind down with no regard for Choso's ability to breathe, shaking from the sensation of puffed breaths against his skin. 

Tongue pointed, it dipped into his hole, flicking several times before flatting again. His lips worked over his sex, Megumi releasing his hair to allow him some room to move. He tipped his head back just enough to take his swollen clit into his mouth and suck, tongue stroking up and down the underside. Megumi stilled for a moment, a soft wail working through him alongside a tangible shudder. "Harder, harder— haaa —" His hips worked in small thrusts, gripping Choso's hair tightly once more and using his head like a fuck toy. His walls spasmed heavily as he came, Choso's lips remaining latched on even as he squirted onto his face and chin, even as Megumi's nails scraped against his scalp a little too much, and even as he shook and and trembled and tightened his thighs over the alpha's ears. He only let go when Megumi released his head and tried to climb away using the headboard, soft whimpers mixed with giggles of overstimulation. His legs shook as he attempted to stay up on his knees, Choso pressing kisses to the skin of his thighs he could reach. 

"Too much?" His voice was rough as he looked up to Megumi, eyes soft and a little glossed from holding his breath some.

Megumi shook his head, slowly moving to sit down on his chest. "It's good." Carefully, he slid down Choso's body to press his bottom against his cock and kissed him, licking up cum and slick from his lips, some from his chin that hadn't been wiped off yet against his thighs. He rocked his hips back gently, moaning softly into the kiss with each press of his tip against either of his holes. He pulled back slowly from the kiss, rubbing his nose lightly against Choso's. "I wanna ride you but my legs are wobbly. Just fuck me." Megumi laughed as he spoke, rolling onto his back instead of trying anymore. He may have felt almost normal again, but he was still in heat. He could complain about not being athletic during marathon sex later.

"You know you don't have to?" 

Megumi reached over to tug Choso's hair again, watching his tired eyes darken again, an eyebrow raised slightly. "I didn't put this dumb thing on for nothing. I want your knot. Hurry up. If I had the energy I'd just do it myself— hey!" It seemed Choso needed only a moment to breathe. Swiftly he was up and dragged Megumi to the edge of the bed by his ankle like a rag doll. Megumi shivered with it, hands scrambling to hold onto something. Soon he was bent in half, ass lifted up in the air and legs spread wide open. One wrong shove and he'd be tossed knees over head. He knew his back was going to be fucked after this but as soon as Choso planted his foot on the bed, he found he no longer cared. Dick thrust balls deep in one stroke, Megumi shouted in pleasure, toes curling in the air. 

Whatever snapped in the alpha, Megumi liked it and would tell himself that even if he was limping later. Each of his thrusts were deep and rough, each accompanied by a deep grunt or growl from Choso. His gaze remained pinned on Megumi, his attentive stare now filled with lust and possession. Megumi wailed and tipped his head back, fingers clenched in the bedding beneath him. He felt Choso attempt to lean forward sloppily, heard his jaw snap closed and looked up. For a brief moment he looked feral, ready to tug off the collar with his teeth if he could. He shook his head quickly and regained his position, shifting his thrusts slightly to rub the right spot in his pussy over and over again.

"Waitwaitwai— fuck!" It felt too deep, too intense. Choso pushed his legs higher, pressed more of his weight into him to keep him pinned there. His core clenched with the strain, dizzy with pleasure from being pinned down and kept there. Reaching out was all he could manage, nails clawing at Choso's chest weakly. His muscles felt too weak to do anything other than take what he was given, the position to restrictive to cling to him or to do anything more.

"You can handle it," he said in answer, each word punctuated with another thrust forward. 

It wasn't complete disregard but it felt like it and he loved it. A brief thought that he'd have to sit down with himself and think about the things that turned him on and probably shouldn’t crossed his mind. It was a very short thought, one last slam into him setting him off again. Cum gushed from his pussy as Choso held still, clenching tightly down on his dick and attempting to keep hold of him. It was short-lived, the alpha rutting forward as his knot slowly inflated. He pulled back enough for the bulge to tug at his entrance and pull out, and then pushed back in completely. The tug made his hips jolt, breathy ah- ah- ah-'s escaping each time, a bit more cum squirting out of him until he went limp. Once Choso was locked in, Megumi squirmed, eyes fluttering open again. He made a wet mess out of himself and Choso, cum reaching both of their faces in his position. Choso's eyes were still on him, some amount of relief revealed once his eyes were steadily open. "I'm not dead," Megumi rasped, attempting to lower his legs to tug the alpha in close. "C'mon, let me feel you. Wanna ride your knot 'til you cum." He could feel his member twitch and swell inside of him, immediately setting his cunt to spasm again. 

Moving was slow but eventually Choso was on his back again, Megumi settled on his knees on top of him, knot jostled all the while inside of him. He was already on edge before he started to move again, and the small grinds of his hips made him see stars, made Choso seethe with pleasure. His hands gripped Megumi's waist as he lay forward, rocking back and forth and lifting his hips barely an inch before dropping back down. "That's it," Choso grunted, hands squeezing tightly around Megumi. "Just like that…"

Megumi pressed forward to kiss Choso and quiet his moans as he came once more, and to keep himself quiet as ropes of cum filled him. He continued to rock, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock to milk him dry. He pulled back to breathe, instinctively tipping his head. Choso's mouth immediately found his neck, biting down roughly into the collar. Megumi's gasps and whimpers were both shocked and aroused, body holding still like caught prey. His bite was strong and was felt through the leather but Megumi's neck was safe, even when Choso shook his head lightly. It didn't sober him, but he was a bit grateful for the uncomfortable object now, even if the heat-addled part of his brain hated it. Eventually he released the leather and his head dropped  back, a loud grunt vibrating between them. "Sorry," he murmured, opening and closing his mouth several times. 

Megumi shook his head, unbothered. Instead, he accepted more kisses, hands reaching up to thread his fingers through Choso's hair and pet. Soon they both settled down, Choso's fangs hidden away and both their hips still as they waited for the knot to deflate. "Safe to take this off now?" Megumi tipped his head back, watched as Choso nodded and didn't attempt to go for his neck. Megumi took off the collar and tossed it aside, grumbling lightly from the raw sensation of his neck and shoulders. Choso leaned in to nuzzle along the column of his neck and nothing more, soft purrs sounding in his chest. "I'm buying you a muzzle."

A short look of distress crossed his features before settling under a furrowed brow. "You're joking."

"Yeah, I am. It's a little risky but it's hot." Choso blinked at him several times but smiled. "We're a special kind of fucked, don't judge me." He shifted slightly, wincing at the pain shooting up his back. "And fix my back, fuck."

Chapter Text

By afternoon, Yuji and Sukuna found their way to Choso's bed, snuggling in like the four of them were never separated in the first place. Though Megumi's heat was completely broken by then, he rolled into their scents easily as if it was another day of surrender. It was exceedingly warm and comforting, and despite his own scent dissipating, the mix of the four scents was grounding and lulled him in and out of sleep throughout the day. In between naps, snacks were had, and it was probably the laziest day Megumi had in ages. It's definitely the laziest day he had seen the brothers have as well, but he imagined they've had lazier. 

Towards the evening, Megumi and Yuji were left alone, Sukuna muttering about cooking and Choso tripping and running out ahead of him, likely to clean up the mess he and Megumi left from the morning. There was a bit of clattering heard from the kitchen, a loud remark from Sukuna about his kitchen but otherwise the pair were relatively quiet. Yuji snickered beside him, fingers idly petting over Megumi's spine.

"Sounds like Choso shut him up. How's your back?" Yuji asked some time later, his voice quiet in the still of Choso's bedroom. 

Megumi took a moment to think and shifted his hips slightly. His spine was fine, but his muscles ached terribly; his hips and lower back clearly wanted to lock up and spasm at the first sign of doing too much. "I'll be fine," he answered.

"Not fine, then. Lay on your stomach." He moved away, shifting to his knees and reaching over to the nightstand to dig through one of the drawers. 

Megumi rolled over, though he saw no point; he would relax eventually. He moved his arms under a pillow and turned his head to rest on it, eyes closed for now. He expected some sort of massage, and it was exactly that. Slick with oil, warm hands settled at the center of his back, comfortably heavy against his skin. A soft grunt of approval left his throat at that alone, a bit of squirming in his body as soon as Yuji's hands began to move. His hands were gentle at first and slowly grew in the pressure they worked into his muscles, helping them elongate and release their tension. His thumbs worked at the small of his back with pinpoint pressure, making Megumi squirm and groan pleasantly. He would never have called himself touch-starved before but heat beginning to simmer in his body told him otherwise. His heat was over, he was pretty certain of that. And yet he was craving more touch and more pleasure. "I swear my heat is over," he mumbled into his arm. It was a remark meant for himself, a reminder muttered without thought.

"Did you want me to stop?" Yuji's hands stilled, though they felt hesitant to do so. Megumi immediately shook his head and arched his back to push into the touch. It put his ass on display, and if he swayed a bit with temptation he wouldn't admit to doing it intentionally. Probably. Oblivious to any hints that Megumi could make, Yuji continued to talk. "It's alright if you want things to—"

"For fuck's sake, Yuji, I would literally kick your ass if I was uncomfortable. And I don't mean being playfully obstinate and shoving you around, I would kick your balls until they ran away." Megumi looked over his shoulder and at Yuji's pursed face. The words alone seemed to have engaged a sympathetic response, and Megumi laughed softly. "I'm sorry, you look like an idiot." Yuji's face returned to normal, more of a subtle, peaceful smile. "I'm fine and I want this. And more. Being in heat helped. Though I'm starting to think I was obvious before that." Yuji's hands pressed firmly into his back again as he leaned forward, carefully taking Megumi's lips in a sweet kiss. His hands slowly moved up his back to settle at Megumi's shoulders and then onto the bed, his weight sitting pleasantly on his back. He lowered to his elbows and stroked the nape of Megumi's neck, their lips remaining close once they parted. Megumi closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch, shivering lightly. 

"Yeah, but you didn't say anything, so we kind of had to ignore it. We didn't want you to feel unsafe, even if Sukuna was right. Obviously he liked to try his luck anyway but you're really oblivious. And he's insufferable, so it was easy to believe you'd rather punch him in the face than do anything voluntarily with him." Yuji's voice was soft, as if he was discussing a secret just between the two of them, as if Megumi's open disdain for Sukuna wasn't usually on display. 

"I'd still rather punch him in the face," Megumi answered almost immediately.

"Yeah?"

He sighed at the contained laugh in Yuji's voice and frowned. "No. You saw plenty of that."

"Mm. And a lot of begging. A lot. I was almost surprised."

"Almost?"

"Your eyes. They just… When you're fucked out and full and sated, when you have tears in your eyes and you're whimpering, trying to keep quiet…" He sighed softly, fingers pressing up into Megumi's scalp. He pulled his head back by his hair, watched as Megumi's breath caught and his eyes fluttered shut. "You look like you were made to beg."

Megumi barely managed to nod his head with Yuji's grip in his hair. Instead of struggling, he arched his back and rubbed back against Yuji's crotch in offering. "Then make me."

Yuji's laugh was soft, laced with traces of heat. "Not in heat, yeah?" His hips pressed forward, half hard against Megumi's ass. His lips ghosted over Megumi's, a soft sigh leaving the omega's lips.

"I don't care anymore, just fuck me already. I was still able to walk at the end of all this and that's disappointing." His lips were curled into a soft smirk as Yuji flipped him over, his mouth immediately at Megumi's throat. Once again, Megumi wondered how he had the audacity to wear clothes around him in his nest, hands pawing at his shorts to pull them off. Much more lucid, it was an easy task to get them down enough by the time Yuji was hard, and it was just as the tip of his cock entered Megumi that they were interrupted. 

"Put your dick away, dinner's ready." Sukuna again, because that was the kind of luck Megumi had. Choso could and would make Yuji stop too if he wanted or needed, but Sukuna would have fun with it and would tease the both of them. Megumi flopped back flat against the bed, a disgruntled noise leaving his throat. Yuji looked over his shoulder to the door and growled loudly, making Megumi shiver. It was as close to territorial he had heard any of them so far, and his eyes immediately darted to Sukuna afterward. Sukuna's eyes lit up with a feral glow of excitement, his tongue visible as he licked his teeth. His following grin matched his eyes perfectly. "Oh really?"

"Oh fuck," Yuji managed to mutter. He pulled out carefully from Megumi and pulled up his shorts, scooting away and off the bed to rise to his feet. "I didn't mean it, seriously. Instinct." Yuji was already moving back away from the bed and further into the room, as if he knew his words were futile. Sukuna's only response was a growl before he gave chase, darting into the room swiftly and just short of pouncing on Yuji.

Sitting up, Megumi vaguely wondered if this was part of the reason Choso's room was so much larger than the rest; yes, it was the master bedroom but it still looked much too large for it to be one bedroom in a normal house. Watching the two dart around the room, it was still small for two grown men to chase each other, and it made it easy for Sukuna to continually block the door for Yuji's escape. Yuji was fast and Sukuna was surprisingly limber with the extra muscle he possessed, but soon he had Yuji pinned face down on the floor, his fangs sunken into his scent gland. Yuji growled and whined, eyes squeezed shut as he panted between growls. Megumi found himself propped up at the edge of the bed on his arms and knees, the mix of both of their pheromones making his mouth water, more slick coating his pussy and the insides of his thighs. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but considering Sukuna was supposed to be stopping Yuji and Megumi because of dinner, he didn't expect to see his cock out, rutting against Yuji's covered ass slowly. And his eyes were watching Megumi, practically keeping him pinned there as one of his hands tugged Yuji's shorts down. Megumi was entranced.

Yuji's eyes slowly opened and he looked up, his teeth biting down on his lip for a long moment to keep himself from moaning. "D— do you just wanna watch?" His voice was breathless, a loud moan silencing anything more he could say. Megumi didn't have to see to know Sukuna's thumb was pressed against his hole, only precum to smooth his path. 

Megumi's voice caught in his throat, something between a whimper and a moan. Ready to crawl right off the bed to the twins, he stopped once he felt Choso's hand in his hair. He didn't need the influx of Choso’s scent to remember they were supposed to be eating by now, his heavy hand upon him more than enough. But the pheromones came anyway, smoke and iron radiating off of the older brother to calm the other two. Sukuna let out an angry grunt and stilled, but he stubbornly refused to let go of Yuji. "Sukuna, behave. You will be the first one to complain 'we' allowed your meal to go cold." 

It was ridiculous enough that Megumi couldn't help but laugh, his body lowering to lay flat on the bed. It almost felt like he crawled into an alternate dimension where they were all sex-starved beasts, and it only occurred to him then that maybe they were. A month with him in the home and perhaps they hadn't fucked at all until his heat. 

Sukuna huffed and released Yuji's neck after a few beats, standing while lifting his shorts. "Yeah, yeah. Dinner. Whatever." He chomped his jaw at Choso when he passed, Choso rolling his eyes with a soft smile. Yuji grunted and sat up, gently rubbing the side of his neck that wasn't bitten. He looked put out but not completely disgruntled. He adjusted his shorts and stood, and leaned in to nuzzle Choso's shoulder before meandering out of the room. 

"C'mon, you're not going to lay there all night." Choso smiled down at Megumi as he rolled over with a light groan. Once up, he plucked a t-shirt from Choso's closet and tossed it on before following after him. He briefly stopped in his room to pull on a pair of underwear and made his way down. 

Stewed fish, rice, and an assortment of vegetables were prepared, and a light salad that was right up Megumi's alley and definitely not Sukuna's. It was even dressed in homemade ginger dressing. "You know, you don't have to keep spoiling me. My heat is over." He sat down carefully, still more than pleased with the spread. He'd take the spoiling since it was offered, but at some point he knew he'd roll his eyes from being fawned over too much.

"You still smell like heat. And you whined about being bloated the other day." Sukuna plopped the salad closer to Megumi while each of them served each other. 

"I… did?" He made a face, not remembering that at all. He didn’t remember too much of that third day, but he knew he felt safe and well taken care of. It was a vague understanding and that was enough.

"You were full of cum every time, so I'm not really sure it was the rice," Yuji added with a gentle shake of his head.

Though Megumi's shoulders briefly rose with embarrassment, he quickly settled in to eat, idle chatter between the four of them between bites. As always with Sukuna, the food was impeccable. It was a hobby of his, but it was a mystery to Megumi why he didn't make it a profession. But he imagined lying about his age for so long would make it a bit difficult, and being a dropout wasn't going to get him into a university to study culinary arts. The tattoos and piercings wouldn’t help, either. "Are you guys actually okay with the last few days or are you three still heat-smitten?" With a full stomach, Megumi worked up the nerve to ask. He received Yuji's reassurance earlier, but he still had to hear it from Choso and Sukuna, even if Sukuna was possessive, and even if Choso was, well, Choso.

Choso gently rested his cheek on his fist, his hair falling to the side and partially in his face. "Very much so. And your future heats as well, if you’d like."

Sukuna grunted and turned his chair, scooting it closer to Megumi's side of the table. Megumi almost made to move away out of habit, used to being teased by Sukuna, but realized if he was going to do anything funny, the alpha would have just pounced. "Yeah. Be my boyfriend." 

Megumi blinked several times, his head moving backward slightly with a gentle tilt to the side. Both Yuji and Choso laughed, Choso's free hand palming his forehead. "I— You're about as subtle as a thunderclap." Much like when he was confronted by Sukuna about living here, he was caught off-guard and wasn't sure how he should respond. 

The soft growl Sukuna let out made Megumi shiver. He crossed his legs under the table, if only to attempt to get himself to calm down and not react further. "Megumi, I'm not above begging but I don't think I need to."

"I just… How would this work?" His fingers gently played with his glass of water, picking up any condensation on the outside and swirling around in it. It became very obvious that Megumi was intruding on their relationship via his heat, even if the three of them were okay with it and it worked out well. 

"Alright, be our boyfriend. We share everything, it just makes sense and I don't think I'm capable of keeping my hands away from them anyway."

Megumi pursed his lips, looking between the three of them. "That's it?"

"That's it," the three of them answered nearly in sync, Choso's lazy, somber voice trailing behind.

"It's that simple?"

"Yup," Yuji answered, standing to start gathering their empty plates. "Not to beat a dead horse or anything, but you weren't the only one quietly wound up, Fushiguro."

Though his lips were beginning to curl with a smile, Megumi still chewed the inside of his lip in thought. It was becoming increasingly apparent that, yes, his feelings were returned even if he could not understand how. Most alphas hated him or were scared of him, and the ones that didn’t were scared shitless of Toji. And Toji barely liked Yuji, never mind Sukuna. But Megumi wasn't opposed to getting what he wanted at the expense of Toji's instincts. He turned his eyes to Sukuna again. "Okay. Beg anyway." Quick as a hawk, Sukuna picked up Megumi and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack, Megumi yelping immediately and laying a singular punch to his back. "Sukuna, my stomach is full!" He tried not to flail or thrash too much, keeping extra pressure off of his stomach as Sukuna carried him into the living room.

"I'm going to beg. With my tongue."

"Not on the couch!" Choso grumbled behind them.

—

Despite Sukuna's task of begging, the two wound up cuddling on the couch instead, Choso and Yuji joining not too long after. Instead of having the pair resettle on the couch, Choso chose to sit on the floor with his back against the couch, Yuji sprawling partially on top of him and snuggling in close.  Choso rested the length of his arm on the couch seats, his hand a gentle press at Megumi's ankle. Yuji stole the TV remote to put on a movie, and though Sukuna momentarily became disgruntled, the four of them settled in quickly. It was American-made noisy junk that they hardly had to pay attention to, but it was sufficient enough for a lazy Sunday evening.

"Are you sure your heat is over?" It was about a half-hour in when Sukuna whispered into Megumi's ear, the touch of his breath against the tender flesh enough to make him shiver. Before Megumi could answer, Sukuna’s nose pressed along the side of his neck and down to his scent gland, nuzzling slowly.

"Yeah, pretty sure. Why?" He didn't resist Sukuna's touches, instead enjoying the pets along his sides and stomach, the kisses pressed to his neck and shoulder. Heat or no heat, scenting was generally a pleasant experience. He purred softly in answer, his body pressing up into the touches in what he hoped was subtle. He doubted it.

"Because I know what you should smell like and this isn't it." Megumi turned his head slightly, nosing at his own wrist. He couldn't tell. Moving made Sukuna grumble and he pulled him back to press his face against Megumi's neck. 

"I can't tell." Sukuna had mentioned it earlier, but Megumi didn’t take it to heart. Sukuna’s nose was always going to be sensitive, and he didn’t know what all the man could smell.

"I'm the one with the sniffer, princess." Though Megumi grumbled from the pet name, he immediately quieted as he was squeezed, settling into the pressure easily. His breath tickled against Megumi's skin while he spoke. "Usually I have a little more self-control than I just did with Yuji."

"I find that hard to believe."

"That's Choso's thing, not mine."

Choso's hand left Megumi's ankle to pinch the skin on Sukuna's with his nails. "I heard that."

Sukuna made something of a hiss and kicked off Choso's hand, the older brother chuckling low before using both arms to pull Yuji in close. "Pinning him to the floor isn't out of the ordinary but that wasn't the goal when I got in there." Sukuna's hand moved slowly over his chest and throat to cup Megumi's chin and gently turned his head. His voice was quieter. "And Yuji is trying very hard not to be obvious but he's humping Choso, who is enjoying watching him struggle. So it's not just me."

Megumi easily took in the two on the floor with the new angle of his head. He caught Yuji closing his eyes. His head was still turned enough that he could see the screen if he opened his eyes again, but it was clear that was not where his attention truly was. His hips were grinding very slowly against Choso’s hip, the tent in his shorts obvious now that Megumi was looking. Choso’s new grip around Yuji’s body made it harder for him to move, Yuji’s leg hooked over Choso’s trying hard to move against his grip or to move Choso instead. Choso’s lips had a playful, smug smile to them, clear that indeed he was enjoying Yuji’s show, because it was likely not from the movie— a car just drove off a cliff. "Okay," Megumi purred. He could feel that Sukuna was confused by his response simply by the hesitation in his grip; Sukuna was letting go but his fingers fluttered, as if surprised. It was easy enough for Megumi to move out of the pleasant hold of his arms and crawl the short distance over to Choso and Yuji. Megumi wasn’t sure who the target of his teasing was actually supposed to be, but tease he would. His fingers carded slowly through Choso’s hair, who tipped his head back to look up at Megumi. Eyes heavy as always, there was still some heat there, his nostrils flaring gently with Megumi close. "Hi," he said flatly as he leaned forward into Choso's space. 

"Megumi," he answered with a gentle yet suspicious squint of his eyes. Choso would always be cautious until he wasn’t, and it was going to be a fun thing to play with. He skipped Choso’s lips, instead pressing a few kisses along his chin and jaw. He slowly dangled off of the older brother with little regard, a shiver working its way down his spine as he felt Choso’s nose and teeth against his neck. A low growl sounded from his chest as Megumi continued to crawl down his body and right himself in his lap. The sound caught Yuji’s attention, who stilled like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes opening to look up at Choso and then darting to Megumi as a blush dusted his cheeks.

Sukuna had moved, pulling Choso’s head back by his hair. "Watch yourself," Sukuna murmured. His voice was soft in contrast to the iron grip he had in Choso’s hair. 

Similarly, Choso’s neck was strained under that grip while the rest of his body was lax. He briefly snarled before that growl was gone, his neck relaxing and Sukuna’s grip quickly changing to stroke through the soft locks instead. "You’re still dumping pheromones, Megumi," he said after a brief moment, voice calm and level. One hand left Yuji to rest at Megumi's waist, his hand slipped under the t-shirt to allow his thumb to rub slow circles into the skin over his hip.

The two of them clearly done for now, Megumi shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention toward Yuji instead. He found he didn’t care if he was still keeping these three on edge as if he was still in heat. He spent an entire month feeling like he should have been in heat, what was a little bit of payback that he couldn’t actually control? As if he’d lock himself in his room like a pariah or something; the alphas supposedly had self-control and could deal. And there was a small voice at the back of Megumi’s mind that hoped they couldn’t deal, actually. He could handle a lot of aggression, even when he wasn’t in heat. "Too bad for you guys, isn’t it?" Not caring for a response, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Yuji’s. His fingers trailed down his chest, switching to nails once he reached his abdomen and slowly progressed to the waistband of his shorts. Yuji’s muscles rippled under his touch, a slow, breathy moan leaving his lips. He didn’t attempt to resist, his hand gripping the nape of Megumi’s neck to slot their lips together. His mouth was ravenous, sharp, bitten off growls filling his throat and both of their mouths. Megumi’s hand slipped into his shorts to take hold of his cock, his thumb rubbing circles against the tip. It was drenched in precum, most of his cock wet with it. The drag of his grip down Yuji’s length was nonexistent, the way smooth and practically frictionless. "Fuck, how long were you hard?" He felt Yuji’s growl against his lips as he began to work his hips, pulling his cock back and forth in Megumi’s grip while he throbbed. His hand at the nape of Megumi’s neck tightened, though his grip momentarily faltered only to tighten again. Giving Yuji several more kisses, he slid off of Choso's lap. He didn't take his time moving down Yuji's legs. He used his free hand to tug those shorts half way down his thighs and took Yuji's cock into his mouth, teasing the tip between his lips and with his tongue while his hand continued to stroke the rest of his length. Yuji's hand remained at his neck, his thumb massaging over one scent gland slowly. 

Megumi felt more than heard Sukuna move from the couch, a softly muttered, "Hey, we're off the couch," making him snort gently. Scent-drunk or not, Megumi imagined they would be out of this living room sooner rather than later. As he continued to tease and slowly took Yuji's cock further into his mouth, he felt Sukuna's heat beside him. He didn't think to be wary, filled with lust more than he was with caution. Sukuna's hand on top of his head was welcome until he shoved Megumi's head down, making him choke and gag on Yuji's cock. Yuji swore loudly from the sensation, his girth throbbing in Megumi's throat. Megumi squeezed his eyes shut as he was held there by Sukuna. He couldn't hold back the coughs that emerged, but being held still forced him to choke more, a strangled whimper escaping through his nose. "C'mon, you can do better than that, Mimi." His eyes were watering and his briefs were getting soaked in his slick. Even if he felt like he couldn't catch his breath, he was enjoying every second of it.

A low laugh preceded a rumbling moan, Sukuna's hand slowly releasing Megumi's head. He pulled up for air immediately, coughing and looking up. Yuji's hand was there to pet and stroke, his own breaths quiet pants that mirrored Megumi's. "You okay?" Megumi nodded in answer to Yuji's question, blinking away tears in his eyes. He looked over to the side, wondering what caused Sukuna to stop.

Sukuna's head was held back by Choso's hand gripped in his short hair, his teeth sunken into his neck while Sukuna writhed in his lap. His nails were clawed against Choso's chest, slowly dragging down his muscles and leaving their mark behind. Another laugh left Sukuna's throat, giddy as he continued to rut down against Choso, clothed cock against clothed cock. "What, I can't be mean but you can?" He hissed as Choso pulled his teeth away, the movement smearing blood across his skin and revealing what would be a livid hickey by morning, and likely some scarring from his fangs.

"Have I told you that you talk too much?" He licked away the blood from his teeth, allowing Sukuna's head to tilt forward but still holding tight to his hair, using his grip to shake Sukuna like a misbehaved animal being scruffed.

"Yeah… Yeah, something like that." Sukuna fought his grip to lean in and lick Choso's lips, Choso eventually letting go to kiss him fully. Megumi wasn't sure of who was devouring who but the sight alone was enough to make him struggle to swallow a whimper. Sukuna's head tipped slightly to the side as the two kissed, his lips curling with mischief while Megumi gawked. He winked at him before turning his head forward again, Megumi turning his own head away. He felt caught in his staring, but it was obvious his staring was expected, was welcome. 

Yuji's chuckle broke whatever thoughts began to stir, pulling Megumi's attention back to him. Instead of asking what he was chuckling about, Megumi leaned back in, nosing along Yuji's crotch and down his thigh to bite into the scent gland there. His hand immediately curled into Megumi's hair again, back arching off the floor. Megumi moaned while his scent filled his nostrils, happily sucking a bruise into his skin and slowly jerking his cock again. Megumi did not have much of a taste for tart flavors, but coming from Yuji it made him salivate, made his taste buds dance and stimulated his glands to drool.

It was as he was pulling off that he heard Choso murmuring, more of a rumbling noise than words to his ears. Sloppily mouthing along the side of Yuji's length, Megumi kept his head turned to the side, watching the two again. Sukuna looked obstinate, as if figuring out a way to bend whatever Choso said to his liking. "We're not on the couch."

"Bed. Go on." He was already shoving Sukuna out of his lap, despite looking much more interested in keeping him right there; his touch lingered on Sukuna even after he moved of his own volition, as did his gaze. 

"Alright, alright. We're going." 

Megumi didn't expect to be tugged up and away with one arm, but here he was, surprise and instinct making him loose. He released Yuji's cock immediately, and as he was used to Sukuna picking him up as if he weighed nothing, being in the air itself didn't make him uncomfortable. Being held like a small dog against Sukuna's side was new, and he didn't much like it, nor the way Yuji was pursing his lips trying not to laugh. But to his mind, he was still being manhandled and it was still a win for the pleasure sectors of his brain. "I'm not a pomeranian," he muttered, Sukuna walking off with him still in his grasp. His legs dangled easily but he was held high enough that his feet did not drag across the floor. Sukuna didn't say a word and carried him upstairs back to Choso's room. He was unceremoniously tossed on the bed and not given enough time to right himself before his legs were held and briefs torn off. Legs held by the backs of his knees in wide hands and spread wide, Sukuna immediately tucked his mouth into Megumi's sex. His tongue licked up the slick coating his labia and swirled over them, each tip of his tongue moving in opposite directions. It was just the right amount of demanding, his tongue flicking over his entrance over and over. Each time the flat of his tongue slid over his lips and clit, Megumi jolted, the metal balls of his piercings practically new every time they met his flesh. "Oooh, fuck," he intoned softly, his teeth dragging against his bottom lip as he fought to stay quiet. Though it was a strain in this position, he reached between his legs to grip Sukuna's hair, each tug to pink locks in time with soft moans that filtered through. He barely attempted to direct Sukuna's head, for now his skilled licking and teasing thrilling for Megumi. 

Though Sukuna released one of his legs, Megumi kept himself just like that, freeing one of his hands from Sukuna's hair to hold it up himself. Soon his clit was swollen enough to fully embrace Sukuna's lips and tongue, low whimpers unable to be held back as he sucked. Megumi could hear Choso and Yuji enter the room, could hear them strip down quickly and get on the bed but he couldn't manage to open his eyes that he never realized he shut. It was Sukuna's thumb pressed against his anus sometime later that startled his eyes open. He caught Sukuna's gaze, writhing against his mouth and thumb eagerly for more of that pressure. He was close to cumming and it certainly wouldn't stop him, wouldn't stop the quaking of his limbs. But he could feel the curl of Sukuna's lips around his clit, and he knew, he just knew he was going to open his mouth to talk rather than lick and suck the rest of his cunt. Ever so slowly he fluttered his tongue tips against Megumi's clit before pulling off just as slowly, his thumb slowly circling his sphincter, the way smoothed by sweat and slick. "Yeah?" His voice was barely a murmur, Sukuna's lips wetly rubbing against Megumi's clit to keep him stimulated while he waited for a response. How kind of him to ask this time. All Megumi did was nod repeatedly and wiggle his ass, muscle fluttering against that thumb. "Mmm, beg me."

"Fuck you," Megumi sighed out, ready to shut his legs on Sukuna's head. But his shame was losing to his lust and he kept still instead.

"Alright, I'll just slide right in—"

"Please, stretch me out so at least one of you can fuck me senseless."

"Good boy," Sukuna easily purred. Though Megumi scowled, there was no hiding that his pussy clenched at the praise, more slick dripping from his hole. Sukuna's face was much too close for that, and the curl to his lips was a full grin. He left a teasing bite on the swollen scent gland of Megumi's thigh, the omega's eyes crossing briefly. "Good to know, kitten. Good to know." His tongue replaced his thumb, firmly tracing circles against the muscle as Megumi began to relax. 

The sensation was good but not enough; he was close to cumming and yet it felt like Sukuna took that away to tease his asshole instead. The quiet snick of a closing bottle didn't take his attention away from that, his free hand leaving Sukuna to stroke over his clit in tight circles. Slowly, Sukuna's finger sank into his hole, the burn of it somehow pleasant despite it being odd. It was different with him being on his back and not being fucked within an inch of his life while close to begging for a knot. It was as soon as his hole began to flutter again, close to orgasm that Sukuna took Megumi's fingers between his teeth, grinning as he kept his eyes on the omega and held them tightly. The urge to kick was intense, Megumi glaring at the oaf. Of course it was deliberate. Though his glare remained as his fingers were suckled and nibbled and licked, Megumi shivered with pleasure. In the past, if someone told him he'd be aroused by Sukuna's mouth on his hand of all places, he would have laughed. Soon his hole was split open on four of Sukuna's fingers, rocking into them as much as possible with his head pressed back into his disheveled nest. Though Sukuna used lube, it hardly felt necessary with how much slick dripped from Megumi's cunt, making the slide and stretch much easier, the pleasure easy to obtain. His fingers twitched in Sukuna's mouth and at the back of his knee, short whimpers he could not swallow sounding from his chest. Lips at his throat peppered kisses and nips along his skin, biting fully along his collarbone and chest. He knew it was Yuji if only from the soft moans that were pressed to his skin, and because his throat was intact while he wasn't wearing a collar— yet.  The idea of Choso completely losing control and going for the mating bite at his neck made him drip with even more slick, his cunt a wet mess of it. And Sukuna's tongue was back to lick it all up, Megumi's hole clenching around his tongue as much as possible with his ass filled with fingers. 

Carefully, Sukuna freed his hand and he sat up, releasing Megumi's leg. Megumi watched as he licked his lips and the hunger in his eyes made him instinctively close his legs. "Hey, Choso?" His hands moved to sit on Megumi's knees and spread them wide again, eyes alight with the desire to devour. Some of his weight was placed into it, keeping Megumi from fighting the position easily. 

There was a hum of recognition that came, followed by a loud moan from Yuji. Megumi slowly tipped Yuji's head away from his throat to kiss him, easily swallowing those moans. Despite being on his knees and fighting pleasure from Choso's hands and mouth, he still found it in himself to tease Megumi with those kisses, tongue flicking against his lips and coaxing his tongue out from his mouth for Yuji to suck. 

"Swap?" It took a moment of watching the pair before Sukuna responded to Choso's hum. 

As soon as Choso wiggled out from between Yuji's legs, he was beside Sukuna, his hand stroking Megumi's thigh and catching his attention. "What happened to all that self-control you have and I don't?" He looked smug while Sukuna snarled at him; Megumi found it was a good look that balanced the usual tired expression. Choso pulled Sukuna forward by the nape of his neck to kiss him, quick and sloppy and loud, and shoved him out of the way lightly. Yuji was dragged off of Megumi with a yelp, Choso's weight soon pressed on top of him instead. He wrapped his legs around Choso's waist and tugged him in close, moaning softly between kisses. His cock sat against his swollen clit and folds, slowly rocking between them and coating his cock in Megumi's slick. Megumi murmured without words against his mouth, gently shaking his head. It felt like he had been teased all evening, even if that was far from the truth. But he was close to whining and the low laugh that vibrated Choso's chest made Megumi bite the alpha's lip hard. He barely flinched, the tip of his cock instead pressing into Megumi's cunt. "You're not in heat anymore; use your words."

"No," Megumi responded immediately, fingers kneading the nape of Choso's neck. The arch of Choso's eyebrow made Megumi huff. "I want the three of you to fuck me already, I'm tired. " It was a complete exaggeration that Choso read easily from the way he still looked amused. He immediately moved away. "Are you kidding me?"

"Patience," Choso answered. He moved to prop himself up against the headboard, and then pulled Megumi into his lap. Megumi got a good view of Sukuna pinning Yuji to the bed, the pair kissing while Yuji teased the vertical barbell pierced through Sukuna's cock head. The press of Choso's cock against his sphincter pulled his attention away, his hands moving to grip the alpha's knees. He bit his lips and tensed, knowing full well it was going to feel like he was split in half as soon as the tip pressed past his rim. But he wanted it. He wanted it and more. He wanted to be stuffed full until he felt like he was being pushed out of his own body, until he couldn't think and until he was a broken mess of wobbly limbs and ecstasy. He wiggled and writhed against his tip, attempting to move on his own instead of waiting on Choso to push through. He heard the man sigh softly as he finally relented, Megumi yelping softly. It wasn't that bad at all, but the tension strung through his body had to escape somehow. It gave Choso pause, his body stilling.

"Sorry, sorry. It really isn't bad," he murmured as soon as he realized he made the sound at all. He opened his eyes to look back at Choso, breathing slowly. 

"Not yet." Slowly he continued, lowering Megumi as he gradually made his way deeper into his hole, short rolls of his hips in and out. Each inch past the length of what Sukuna could reach ached, soft sighs of want and sharp inhales leaving Megumi's spread lips. His fingers tightly gripped Choso's knees, using him as an anchor to move in sync with him until Megumi was fully seated in his lap. He squeezed his eyes shut while he caught his breath and while Choso rearranged them slightly, spreading their legs and reclining more. The fullness he felt made his hips ache, his cunt throbbing and attempting to bear down on nothing. His ass throbbed relentlessly and he could feel Choso's pulse through his cock nestled inside. Sweat tickled the back of his thighs and slowly dripped down his neck. Choso's tongue slid wetly across his shoulder and up the column of his neck. Megumi moaned and tipped his head to the side, a soft murmur for more. 

Instead, Choso's lips were gone a moment later, Megumi's eyes opening to see Sukuna's chest. His head was then tipped back, that large collar placed around his neck again. "Can't be too safe," Sukuna murmured while Megumi grunted. 

"Maybe I wouldn't mind being unsafe," Megumi muttered. Despite the defiance, he kept still for Sukuna to secure the collar, Choso's hands at his hips stroking slowly over his skin, taking his time roaming over his abdomen and chest as he waited.

"That's for me once you decide you want it." Sukuna's voice was close to a growl, Megumi shivering as he kept his gaze fixed on him.

"How arrogant of you to assume I want you that badly. I think Choso might be a better fit for me." He paused, watching Sukuna's nostrils flare. There wasn't anger there, but aggression and possessiveness were simmering. Megumi knew he'd have to wait for it but he would have it, soon. Sukuna was easy to rile once he realized what really made him tick. "Mmm, and Yuji could be too. He has the right daily attitude for a good mate." Though Sukuna snarled, he did nothing more than kiss Megumi, sloppy and quick, before turning away to grab Yuji again. Just as Choso began to move, Sukuna tossed Yuji onto his stomach at the foot of the bed, lifting his hips off the bed to get him onto his knees. Yuji looked both relaxed and hot while he faced Megumi, likely used to being tossed around at Sukuna's whims similarly to the omega. He was quick to settle onto his arms, back arched at a good angle for Sukuna to enter him. 

It was difficult to pay full attention, Megumi's mind drawn away from the sight in front of him by the slow drag of Choso's cock in his hole, shallow thrusts where he barely pulled out. He leaned back to rest fully against Choso's chest and planted his hands on the bed, swearing softly under his breath from the pleasure of the drag. It burned despite the wet pass, the ache deep in the muscle that sent shivers down his spine. His body was on fire, aching to cum once again. "More," he murmured repeatedly, a loud groan filling the room as Choso's thrusts picked up. It wasn't the best position for speed nor for force, but it kept him buried deep inside, kept him pressed tight against Megumi's walls. He felt the oncoming rush of overwhelming pleasure like lava in his guts before it settled like rolling water in his cunt. He gushed more than he squirted, cum flooding down like a fountain while he wailed and shook in Choso's arms. Choso continued to fuck into him at the same pace, even as Megumi sounded more like he was in pain than pleasure. His feet curled off the bed, his toes the only thing left curling into the bedding as his back arched, his voice strangled and wet. It wasn't until he went limp that Choso stilled, his arms wrapped tightly around Megumi. Patient as ever, he gently turned Megumi's head to kiss him, languidly exploring his mouth to Megumi's purred enjoyment. His ears were ringing but the touch grounded him, dizzy and floating from orgasm. He wasn't sure he could feel his limbs and didn't dare open his eyes just yet. Still, he could hear the loud slap of skin against skin, of Yuji's voice sounding in growls that devolved into grunts and moans every few seconds. When he opened his eyes and turned to look, Yuji's face was pressed firmly into the bed, Sukuna towering over his body and roughly hammering into him. His head soon tipped just enough for Yuji to take in Megumi and Choso, biting his lip to stifle another moan of pleasure.

"Megumi… Can I…?" Yuji's voice was just loud enough to hear and understand, Sukuna immediately shoving into him with more force. Sukuna licked his lips with a smirk with Yuji unable to speak again, moaning wantonly instead.

"Please." Megumi writhed slowly in Choso's lap, arching his back as Choso's hand moved to cup his sex. His fingers slid through his swollen folds, gently smoothing over their wetness. Megumi's breaths were a stuttering mess but he didn't stop him, humming soft moans while he relaxed his body again, eyes slipping shut. Hearing Sukuna and Yuji murmur, hearing their flesh no longer colliding felt distant.

"It's going to be a tight fit." Choso's voice was low against his ear, still full of heat. One roll of his hips set Megumi on fire again, eyes shooting back open. It allowed him to watch as Yuji approached and settled over the two of them.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know," Megumi mumbled.  He understood it was a warning more than it was a statement, and he did not care in the slightest. He tipped his head up for Yuji, easily accepting his lips for kisses. They were slow and sweet, his tongue moving with the same languid rhythm of his hips which pressed Yuji's cock against his cunt. It didn't take long for Megumi to pull away, small nips to Yuji's lips as he did so. "C'mon, don't make me wait anymore." He knew he was going to be wrecked very soon and his mouth salivated with it. He figured he could handle it; he was seemingly too tough for these three to break individually, after all.

"You're so impatient." Yuji's smile was endearing but he spread his legs and lined himself up properly with Megumi. 

Yuji slid into his cunt slowly, oh so slowly and Megumi thought he would pass out from that alone. The flesh between him and Choso felt stretched so thin, and he couldn't have fathomed how full he would feel like this. What made him think this was a good idea? Physically, he would not break but mentally? He was toeing a fine line between divine overstimulation and mind breaking overstimulation. Overwhelming. He felt like he couldn't breathe, the slow slide of cock against cock intense even as Choso kept still for him. Choso's wide hands stroked his sides and chest, the touch calming. Kisses were pressed behind his ear, eliciting a soft whine from Megumi. He briefly clawed at the collar around his neck, wanting Choso's mouth there instead, on his scent gland. Sweetly, Yuji took his hands to hold, lacing their fingers together until he bottomed out. "It's so much," he purred. His walls were clenching around the excessive girth his holes held, eyes watering while his toes curled, feet pointed. He breathed, shivering from the soft kisses and licks Choso continued to adorn the reachable bits of his neck with. 

Yuji pressed his forehead against Megumi's, his breaths deep and metered. "I could—"

"I would murder you in your sleep." A soft, breathless laugh left Yuji's lips before he slotted them against his, slowly pulling his cock barely an inch before sliding forward again. The three of them exhaled slowly, Choso grunting soon after. His hands took hold of Megumi's hips to keep him from squirming too much, immediately receiving a moan from the omega. He was stuck sandwiched between two alphas and now he wasn't even allowed to squirm. He briefly thought about how this was beginning to feel like torture more than sex until Choso began to move too, slow grinds of his hips that barely let him pull out. "Haa-aah, fuck. Fuck! " Megumi attempted to thrash, thwarted by Yuji's grip on his hands and Choso's grip on his hips. He fully expected more bruises in the morning, and he would enjoy the sight of each and every one. The two moved in counter-rhythm, Megumi unable to do more than inhale and exhale loudly, stuttering breaths between kisses. His fingers dug tightly into Yuji's hands, nails scraping at his knuckles and eliciting a short hiss from him as he pulled away to breathe fully. 

Sukuna's face over Yuji's shoulder looked just short of feral, laced with a subtle fondness that was almost foreign. Almost, because it was times like this in which his fondness was obvious. He pressed several kisses along Yuji's neck and shoulders, nosing along the nape of his neck to where the indents of his teeth were still embedded. "Keep still." He moved his hands to hold Yuji's hips as he spoke, Yuji biting his bottom lip as he was kept still. Yuji's fingers clenched rhythmically around Megumi's hands, oh fuck visibly read from his lips. With Yuji fully inside of Megumi,  he could feel as Sukuna entered Yuji, his cock throbbing within Megumi's cunt, his hips attempting to press forward despite the fact that there wasn't anywhere to go. "Just keep put, I'll do all the work."

"That's—" Yuji barely got a word out before Sukuna was thrusting, hips a jackhammer that gave no mercy. His hands gripped Yuji's hips tightly, pushing him forward and pulling him back to meet Sukuna's thrusts. It was like using Yuji as a fuck toy, moving him to fuck Megumi while fucking Yuji. Yuji's lips hung open as he moved, eyes widened slightly while each breath was punched out of him. His hips bucked out of rhythm on occasion, a low growl from Sukuna quickly stilling him. 

And Megumi could not deal; being thrust into without much thought and finesse somehow toppled him into divine overstimulation, his body both tense and loose as he melted back into Choso.  He was a steady heat at Megumi's back, his hips moving slowly, grinding into his ass at less than half the speed of Sukuna. Any faster and Megumi felt like he might combust, explode and implode all at once. He knew Choso could feel Yuji rapidly fucking into his cunt but he still moved calmly, his face pressed into the collar at his throat with low, breathy groans and growls. Megumi's breaths felt like they came out in one long moan, his walls spasming around both cocks. Sukuna was big enough to fuck Megumi and Yuji at once and had no issue showing it, toying with Yuji the way he must have intended to earlier. Yuji's hands left Megumi's to press into the bed, barely able to hold himself up and still. Each thrust had him slipping a bit lower each time, kept him seated a little deeper inside Megumi until his face pressed into the omega's shoulder. "Fuck, fuck… It's too much," he slurred into his skin, loud moans interrupted by his words. Sukuna's grin seemed sinister over Yuji's shoulder before he bit down into his neck again, Yuji's next moan more of a shout than it was a growl. Yuji's hips fought Sukuna's grip, rutting firmly on his own, fucking into Megumi on his own. 

It was enough to get his toes to curl again, more than enough to push Megumi over the edge into another orgasm. His hand scrambled for purchase as he settled at the peak, one hand gripping Yuji's shoulder while the other dug his nails into Choso's wrist like claws. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—" he continued like a mantra. He was too full and his walls fluttered and clenched around the dual girth, unable to keep them from moving while he came. He was fucked through his orgasm, slowly by Choso, deeply by Yuji and roughly by Sukuna through him. He was dizzy with pleasure, unable to think and hardly able to breathe. His head lolled back and he could feel drool settling at the corner of his lips, the surface of them sticky from panting. He already felt like he was vibrating, pleasure still seeping through his pores while the alphas continued to fuck. Yuji's short, whiny growls brought him back to himself, as did the sudden pressure in his cunt. "Yuji," he gasped, unable to look down between them. He could feel the extra slick gushing from around the inflating knot, Yuji grinding forward to keep himself slotted inside while he tangibly shivered. 

Choso echoed Megumi, immediately attempting to pull out but stopping once Megumi's nails clawed at his hand more. Too late to pull out. "Just breathe," he murmured into Megumi's ear. He hadn't noticed that his breaths were short and stilted, small whines through his nose in between. He was too full and it hurt even as it felt amazing, stuffed beyond what he felt was possible. He felt like a bow string pulled taut, vibrating with energy and about to snap. Despite himself, he felt himself rock gently, Choso's hands gripping him tight once more to keep him still. He tensed and twitched beneath Megumi, his own breathing heavy against his ear. "And keep still," he managed, barely intelligible. His teeth soon found Megumi's collar, biting down roughly when he continued to writhe minutely.

"Fuckfuckfuck— Su—" was whispered against Megumi's shoulder, Yuji's forehead pressed against the opposite side of his neck. His hips refused to still, small jerks pressing him forward despite being locked in already. Sukuna was of no help, pressed tightly against Yuji's back and grinding deep in time with those small movements. Megumi swore he could feel Yuji vibrate from Sukuna's answering growls against him. "You're a jerk." Yuji slowly caught his breath, the words still barely more than a gasp as he came, groin flush against Megumi and continuing to rut forward. The vibrations rolling through his body pooled in Megumi's gut, cumming again as he fell limp against Choso. He could hear the spurts of cum against Yuji's skin, spattering onto the bedding and it did nothing to calm him. He felt too hot, and like he completely miscalculated how much different this would feel now that he wasn't in heat. It was still good— too good— but without the fuzziness of heat, the intensity was somehow ramped up to fifteen from the lack of intoxication.

"Oops," was all Sukuna offered once Yuji's neck was free, and a guttural laugh as he punched into Yuji a few more times. It made the twin gasp and made Megumi wail, his legs shaking above Choso's. "But it isn't really my fault you popped a knot, Yuji." Slowly, he pulled out from Yuji and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "I'll get you two water. Don't get too restless down there, Choso." He winked before wandering off with his dick bobbing in the air. Choso growled in his general direction and his teeth slowly released the collar on Megumi's neck.

"He definitely did this on purpose," Megumi murmured, attempting to catch his breath. He wasn't in heat and yet he felt like his normal consciousness was right there at the edge of being suspended. Floating in arousal, he pawed at Yuji gently and rocked his hips to test what he could get away with. Yuji growled and thrust forward, making Megumi whimper and Choso grunt.

"He did. Keep moving and I won't be still." Choso bit Megumi's ear, his voice strained against it. It did nothing to make Megumi still, despite the soft alarms going off at the back of his mind. They were easily ignored for the pleasure that lit him on fire, shockwaves of arousal shooting through his abdomen with each moan that left the two alphas. He could not move much but move he did, minute rocks that jostled Yuji's knot in just the right way.

Yuji looked ready to collapse but held himself upright, pulling his head up to stare down at Megumi. "Ah— are you— fuck — are you serious?" His voice was close to a whimper, licking his lips while he shuddered, arms shaking. Cum was dripping out from around his knot, and Megumi could feel that some of his seed still came in spurts when his cock throbbed. He felt incredibly full and if he couldn't clench down around his knot the way he knew he should, then he'd keep moving. His mind was not focused on being gentle with Yuji, just with milking him dry. Greedy to a fault, Megumi simply nodded. The heat and sarky remark he intended left his mind with a gasp, Choso lifting him slightly and thrust up into him several times. Yuji did collapse then, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan of pain leaving his chest. "I will never knot again, ever again. Never," he muttered between breaths.

Megumi's eyes rolled back into his head, another orgasm flushing through his body. His nerves were all fucked, he reasoned, his entire body like live wire. He couldn't tell if he was in pain or pleasure, just that he felt and that alone was enough to make him thrash and moan and melt between the two alphas. "Fuck," was all he managed to eke out. How many times was that today? He wasn't sure of what day it even was anymore.

"Sorry, Yuji." Choso released Megumi's hips to slowly stroke Yuji's back, who made a soft noise that verbalized nothing. "Now still, Megumi." 

"Mmm," he said with a soft nod. And he swore he would, in his head. But Yuji would move just a bit and Megumi would have to as well. And Yuji would bite his shoulder again and the two began to rock and moan quietly, as if they never understood the concept of being still. There was a small bit of guilt for Choso, stuck there hard and throbbing and unable to move much, or unwilling to move much. As masochistic as it was, he almost hoped Choso would lose that control and knot, too. The idea of it made him shiver, moaning loudly as the two of them writhed. As if giving up, Choso's hands moved to splay over his chest, his middle and index fingers pinching and rolling his nipples between them. The more Megumi writhed and pressed into those touches, the more Yuji moved with him and the more Choso toyed with him.

Megumi was too deep in pleasure to acknowledge the sound of Sukuna's return. The door shutting and his footsteps may as well have been silent. It was Yuji's grunt of discomfort that caught his attention, eyes focusing on his environment again. Sukuna had a fistful of Yuji's hair, pulling him upright. "Here I thought maybe you'd take a break." He didn't try to stop any of them, instead leaning down to kiss Yuji while he kept his head tipped back. His free hand slithered down between them, his thumb and index finger circling the very base of Yuji's length. Yuji let out a large whimper into the kiss, his body stilling while Sukuna squeezed. "It's never gonna go down if you keep that up." Yuji only responded with a soft moan, mouth hung open while he did his best to keep still. Megumi attempted to squirm, and Sukuna's hand released Yuji's cock to pinch his clit between two of his knuckles until Megumi yelped loudly. His fingers remaining there was enough to keep Megumi still, a short glare following. It didn't last, Choso's fingers still a tease against his nipples, but gentler. Kept teetering on edge this way, he managed not to stir for the most part, long enough for Yuji's knot to finally begin to deflate. As soon as he could, Yuji carefully pulled out and flopped to the side with a heavy exhale. Easily, Sukuna slowly slid his fingers through Megumi's folds once he released his clit and back up again, swirling around the nub several times before moving away. Megumi huffed from the loss of stimulation but didn't complain beyond that, instead relaxing into Choso and lifting his hips as Choso pressed kisses to his shoulder. It didn't last long.

With Yuji settled to the side with Sukuna, Choso gripped Megumi's waist properly again and immediately fucked into him, his force punishing. It immediately set Megumi to shouting loudly, his hand moving to cover his own mouth for fear Choso would stop. He did not, instead biting down roughly into his collar again. The slap of his hips against Megumi's ass was loud between them, heightened from sweat and slick and the cum falling from his pussy. Each time Choso's cock filled him fully again, more of Yuji's cum and his slick fell out, the sensation dirty in the best way. He kept his head tipped back and to the side, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. He could hardly breathe between his cries, lightheaded with ecstasy and exertion. One hand slid from its grasp around Megumi's waist to slip between his legs. Without preamble, two fingers slipped into his cunt, giving Megumi more to clench and flutter around. It did not take him long to cum again, for him to whimper and shake and attempt to move with Choso. The heel of his hand rubbed and pressed against his clit, leaving him a shaking mess while Choso fucked him through his orgasm until his own release came, painting his insides. And still he fucked, hands gripping Megumi's waist hard enough to bruise, to hold him down and grind into him. Once more Megumi wasn't sure if he was limp or tense, feeling like nothing more than a shivering mess as he attempted to breathe and taking in the sound of Choso's rough breaths against his neck.

Coming down, Choso began to slow, gentle rolls of his hips eventually settling to him going mostly still. His touch gentled, his teeth released the collar covering Megumi's scent glands. He flopped back completely with Megumi flat over him, a long exhale following.  "Holding up?" His lips were upon his shoulder again, soft and slow kisses that eased the subtle tension remaining in his body. 

Megumi clenched and squeezed his cock, turning his head to nuzzle along his cheek. "Would be better with a knot." He wriggled slightly in Choso's lap, his exhale loud when the alpha only chuckled in acknowledgement. He didn't want to be rational now, he only wanted to keep his nerves frayed and remain in this place where he did not care if all he could do was drool and take . The short grumble he made was silenced by a proper kiss that lasted but a moment. He felt the heat of Sukuna's body nearby before he was tugged upright, lips pulled away from Choso's. He still had the nerve to look amused and didn't stop Sukuna at all. A bit like a limp noodle, Megumi allowed himself to dangle there, staring up at Sukuna.

"Hey, little princess. Ready for me?" It was the feral lick of his lips that let Megumi know he was fucked. Megumi's mouth hung open while Sukuna lifted him completely off of Choso and settled his body on the bed. He towered over his body, caged in beneath his mass. Somehow, Megumi felt tinier than he was, manhandled and maneuvered to Sukuna's liking. Sukuna's cock was a heavy weight against his mound, throbbing against his clit and the piercing coated with precum.

"Oh fuck." When Sukuna finally entered him, Megumi's eyes rolled back as his eyes shut. His cunt was swollen from the inside out, sensitivity high from the knot he received. Sukuna practically folded him in half and held him there, didn't bother to shove a pillow under his hips to help stabilize him. Immediately, he was unrelenting, powerful thrusts slamming into him. "Fuck, like that, like that, like that," Megumi chanted breathlessly until he couldn't speak anymore. This was what he got for attempting to rile Sukuna, he knew it. He was glad he did, and when Sukuna's hands came up to cup his jaw tightly, he knew he'd do it again. 

"I didn't think you'd try to get me jealous, Megumi. Is this what you wanted?" Sukuna's voice was harsh as he fucked into him, nearly pulling out completely before thrusting deep inside again. It hurt, it wasn't what he physically needed to cum and it drove him crazy in the best of ways. He drooled, unable to do more than murmur and moan. Each thrust punched the air right out of his lungs, his eyes crossed with pleasure. "Just fucked hard and senseless, over and over again. All you had to do was ask." Sukuna's breaths were heavy against his face, each thrust nearly punching the air out of the alpha. 

"Yes," Megumi eventually hissed, his fingers like claws against Sukuna's pecs. Sukuna was a heavy weight against him, giving him no room to move for himself, no means to wiggle and writhe and fuck himself on his cock. His legs were stuck at either side of Sukuna's neck, held by his shoulders and pinned like an insect with his weight. He could only take what he was given, slammed into roughly and loudly. His pussy squelched loudly with each thrust, as if he was cumming again and again each time, more slick coating the both of them. His hips already hurt, his lower back would be sufficiently wrecked by the time Sukuna came. He tried to reach down between his legs to stroke his clit but Sukuna's hand immediately took both his wrists and pinned them above his head, the rest of his weight placed there. The moan Megumi released was both pleasure and frustration, voracity and satiation. "Please," he begged, tears beginning to pool at the corners of his eyes. Sukuna's hand settled heavy over his throat, pressing down lightly. Megumi choked on his next moan, eyes squeezed shut.

"Gotta play the game you set up, baby." His voice was barely more than a growl, fucking down into Megumi with abandon. There wasn't a thought in Megumi's head other than that he had to cum, needed to cum and he could do nothing more than whimper, his eyes eventually fluttering open again. Despite what desire Sukuna seemed to have in torturing Megumi, soon his rhythm changed, remaining nestled in his cunt as he rutted deep inside. It didn't take long for Megumi to cum again, his throat released completely as his walls began to flutter and clench, as his voice came out in a loud cry of pleasure. He wanted to beg for Sukuna's knot even though his brain felt scrambled, wanted to beg to be left pinned down and bred and mated but couldn't manage to form any words with his mouth or tongue. His mouth merely fell open and remained that way, loud breaths leaving his mouth as Sukuna released inside of him. The loud growls from Sukuna made Megumi purr, laying limp against the bed. Eventually his hips were lowered and massaged, kisses peppered across his jaw and cheek and he came back to himself, whimpering softly while he turned his head to kiss Sukuna properly. The alpha remained on top of him and inside of him, still hard despite his seed spilling out from around his cock. Megumi's legs were freed and lowered, allowing him to move them around. "There you are," he murmured against Megumi's lips. Megumi's hands were free, and they moved to settle against Sukuna's pecs. Sukuna's fingers finished tossing the collar aside.

"Knot," he said in answer, blinking several times. He ignored the way his hips settled into the wet mess beneath him.

"Not what?" Sukuna's eyebrows furrowed, one of his hands coming up to brush Megumi's hair from his forehead. His own hair was a disheveled mess that was falling a bit into his eyes which he ignored for now.

Megumi wrapped his legs around his waist, clenched around his cock. He received a hiss for efforts, a slight thrust of Sukuna's hips too. "Knot."

Sukuna laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. "You're a fucking minx." Carefully, he was lifted and maneuvered around to lay on his side with Sukuna at his back, cock still nestled inside of him. "Just lay there and take a nap, for fuck's sake." The growl Megumi let out was loud and obnoxious, and easily shut up by Sukuna's hand at his throat and his teeth just shy of his scent gland. His cunt throbbed weakly, clenching down around Sukuna with as much strength as he could muster. But he was bone tired, even if the horniest parts of his brain were still very awake. He'd live without another knot. Sobering up, he smiled at the view of Yuji sprawled on top of Choso, likely drooling with the way he looked passed out, his head tucked under Choso's chin. 

"A nap," he said once his throat was released. "A nap sounds good." Instead of fussing anymore, he closed his eyes and relaxed. 

Eventually, Choso and Yuji would roll over a bit closer. Eventually, they'd all rise again and get cleaned up properly, change the bedding. Eventually, Megumi's pheromones would return to normal and they would interact with a sense of normalcy within their relationship. But for now, they rested.