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#sukufushi

Sukuna has a lot of a lot going on at the moment. He's just got a wonderful promotion at work, is in medium good terms with his brother and his family —which is more better than at any other point in his life– and finally bought the house he had been saving up for.

He had also been toying with the idea of asking his current girlfriend to marry him.

So what could possibly be the cause for things to be 'a lot' rather than 'better than ever' in his life?

Sukuna was being stalked. And not just some random following when he walked down the street. Not just some dumb love letters sent to his mailbox. Not some messages to his social medias from random accounts.

His apartment was getting broken into constantly, there wasn't ever a day in which he wouldn't come back from work and he couldn't tell someone had been there.

Sometimes dishes he had left dirty were washed when he arrived. Sometimes, his laundry was folded and arranged in-

His closet after he had forgotten to do so. Sometimes, he would find a trash bag right beside his front door with small items his girlfriend had forgotten during her last visit.

Little things.

It would be a lie to say he was unbothered.

Was it convenient to have his pantry restocked by someone else? Sure. Was it also creepy and unnerving when his dirty clothes would disappear from his laundry basket for a suspicious amount of time? That too.

He hadn't complained to anybody yet, though.

Who would believe him? Most people would blow it off as a joke. 

Him? Big, tall, scary, never afraid to put people in his place was getting stalked and harrassed by some creep? Fat chance

Because, him? Big, tall, scary, never afraid to put people in his place was getting stalked and harrassed by some creep? Couldn't he just huff and puff a little and scare the little rat away?

Sukuna wasn't in the mood to-

Feel guilty about his own harrasment, so he stayed quiet.

He was too stressed lately, however. He knew things would change soon.

Why? Because since he had planes of getting engaged soon, he had bought an engagement ring.

A ring he knew for a fact his stalker had found. And he wasn't too happy about.

How did Sukuna know he wasn't happy? The ring, which he had kept safely hidden in his bedside drawer, had disappeared a week ago.

Sukuna had flipped his apartment twice looking for it and even went as far as to check his bank statements to make sure the purchase was indeed real.

It very much was, and as he laid in bed after flipping his apartment for the 7th time in 3 weeks, he wonderedi he could just convince his girlfriend to elope and move far away together.

His eyelids started resting heavily when he heard a small creaking noise. That by itself wasn't all that alarming; his home, brand new as it was, needed some changes, one of them was his creaky bedroom door that would squeak with even the smallest of breezes.

He was almost completely gone when he heard the creaking again, followed by a click.

He tried not to be unnerved and pursue sleep when he felt the edge of his mattress dip noticeable.

His heart instatly started beating rapidly, his brain jumping wildly from excuse to excuse as to why that would happen, from 'just the wind' to 'you're going crazy from the nerves' when every excuse was pushed put of the way by a soft touch on his thigh.

He tried not to visible jump at the unexpected contact, keeping his eyes closed and his breath even, hoping his little 'admirer' would leave when he saw him.

That didn't happen.

"You're gorgeous when you sleep," He heard a voice speak from the darkness over his shut eyelids.

It surprised him to hear a deep voice speak up, a man rather than just some crazy bitch.

"So gorgeous... She doesn't deserve you."

Sukuna shivered in place as the words were muttered right against his ear. His stalker was almost drapped over him and Sukuna could now tell a thing or two about him.

One was that this was a man; his voice betrayed him, and now that he-

Knew that, he wouldn't feel half as bad punching him as if he had to punch a woman.

Two, was that this man was smaller than him. His hands roaming the expanse of his body gave it away. Sukuna could take him down easily.

So why wasn't he doing that?

Truth be told, he didn't know.

Part of him was paralized, not knowing what to do. The other, wanted to see how far his little admirer would take things.

When reverent hands slid up his legs and fingers tickled the edge of his sleeping pants, he knew just how far.

He kept himself totally still as his pants were pushed down to his mid thigh and tried not to choke on his own breath when warm, soft fingers reached for his, for some reason, semi hard cock.

He thought he was doing a good job at keeping calm and pretending everything was fine and he was sound asleep while the little hand pumped him up and down, working him up to full hardness when he heard his voice again.

"I can tell you're enjoying this, it's okay, I want you to-

Feel good... Just make sure to say *my* name when you do it."

Sukuna didn't know his name. He knew so very little about what was happening other than that it felt good.

His stalker rustled in place against him and spoke again, "My name's Megumi, make sure to use it."

Then his weight beside Sukuna's torso disappeared and he wondered if it was over.

"Now, I've waiting for this," Sukuna jolted in place when he felt, mor than heard, the words being whispered over the leaking head of his cock.

Against all his will power and better judgement, he moaned long and deep as he felt himself being enveloped by his stalker warm and-

Willing mouth. His back arched a little off the bed and he was unable to keep quiet anymore. 

Groaning and panting, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair, uncaring about Megumi's reaction, and started fucking his throat.

Part of him felt vindicated, feeling the subtle gags around himself, happy that this little fuck was finally feeling a fraction of all the discomfort he had made him feel.

He didn't owe him niceness or courtesy, he told himself as he came without warning down his throat.

He doubted the litte freak minded by the way he himself refused to pull off.

Sukuna slumped back on his bed once he rode his high off. Panting heavily, he finally opened his eyes and finally looked into his stalker's face.

It wasn' at all what he had been expecting. Long lashes fluttered in place as he pulled off, plump pink lips swollen as he swallowed down and ivory skin with a soft pink hue. Sukuna wondered if he was going crazy and looking down at some fantasy his brain conjured in place of-