I Don't Like Him! (SUKUNA X MEGUMI)

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Hi (please don't hate me)

Nobody's P.O.V

'W-w-what?'

Megumi could scarcely bring himself to look at Sukuna as he stuttered, his eyes darting in every possible direction except at the one towards the the guy towering over him.

'I said....' Sukuna slowly enunciated, his eyes travelling back down from Megumi's face to the smaller Megumi he sported in his briefs, '...I could take care of that for you, and better.'

Megumi had heard him the first time, but lacked the words to voice his response. His face was quite a reaction though, Sukuna noted with growing amusement. The brunette's face had gone a bright shade of tomato red, and with the way his eyes were nervously skittering all over the place, he very much resembled a deer in headlights.

'Wh...I-I-' Megumi finally tried to move his tongue with an effort, but before he could get anything intelligible out, Sukuna burst out laughing.

'Oh my fucking god,' he guffawed, almost doubling down on his haunches. Megumi stared.

'You should have seen your face. It was a picture.'

A few seconds passed, and Megumi's face transitioned from fiery red to bright pink.

'You....you were....' the words came out slowly, almost as though he didn't believe what had just transpired. 'You were joking?'

'Of fucking course I was. Jesus, Megumi,' Sukuna snorted. 'You really have to be gullible as fuck to believe something like that. Did you actually think I was going to give you a blowjob or something? You must be so embarrassed right now. This is killing me, ha, ha, ha....'

'Oh, shut up. I'm not fucking embarrassed.' Megumi had never felt more humiliated before in his life.

'And of course I knew you were joking, I just went along with it.' He did not have the slightest idea.

'And it wasn't even all that funny. You should know I'd much rather die than having you give me a blowjob.' Then why was he feeling so fucking cross and why was his face the colour of freshly harvested beet and why, oh why was he still absolutely rock fucking hard?

'Uh huh. I believe you,' Sukuna came back up for air, his laughing bouts having subsided a little. He now had on this annoying little smirk that Megumi wanted to slap right off his handsome face. He nodded down at the tent in Megumi's boxers. 'Little Megumi here doesn't seem to, though. Wow, that's a real kicker.'

'Could we please stop talking about my dick and go back to training?' Megumi said, pertly. He did not trust himself to lose control right now. He could not.

'We are not training with that tiny animal down there making its home in your trousers, Megumi.' Sukuna shook his flaming pink head, his eyes glinting with mirth. 'Go take care of it. You know where the toilets are. Come back and we'll restart. See you in five...no...two minutes?'

'You absolute asshole-'  Megumi started, but Sukuna was already walking away, chuckling his head off like the miserable ass he was. Megumi did not recall hating him as much ever before as he did that very moment. And what was worse was he didn't even know why he was so mad at him.

'Probably for making such a stupid, silly, humorless joke,' Megumi said to himself through gritted teeth as he trudged across the court towards the showering rooms, his boxers still uncomfortably heavy with the weight they carried. 'That simply has has to be the stupidest joke I've ever heard. Why on earth would anybody joke about such a thing? Why did it have to be a joke at all-'

Jesus Christ, Megumi, he stopped and told himself. Get a grip on yourself. Why would you not want him to be joking when he said that? There was no way you actually wanted him to get you off, was there? There was no way you wanted his warm, veiny, muscular, large- nay- huge hands anywhere near your dick-

'Shit.'

Five minutes later Megumi found himself in the bathroom stall, hauling down his shorts and desperately palming his dick with the urgency that comes with jerking off in the showers of a basketball court belonging to a guy who is your school's basketball team captain and also, unfortunately, sits right behind you in class.

'Ah, fuck...' he groaned, as his frantic movements availed him nearly zero relief. 'Fuck, this is so embarassing. Maybe I should take off my boxers.'

As it turned out, doing that made things no better. Megumi leaned against the door to the stall, his face flushed crimson, sweating a little and panting as nothing he seemed to do gave him the respite he needed. This was infuriating. Something had to be wrong with him. Maybe he needed to go see a doctor. He'd always managed to get himself off in the past, what was keeping him from-

Maybe it's the place, he thought to himself, frustrated. Maybe I should just go home. Or go back on court and let it deal with itself-

Fuck, no. He could not go back on court. He could not possibly face Sukuna again with a raging boner in his boxers, one that stubbornly refused to go away after fifteen minutes of furious jerking off. What was worse was that he could vividly imagine the look on Sukuna's face once he discovered it. The way he would cock one of his eyebrows in mock sympathy. The way his eyes would gleam at the prospect of greater fun at Megumi's expense. The way the corner of his lip would curve upward into that agonizingly galling smirk, the one that made Megumi's hackles rise every time he-

Wait a minute.

It was working.

Megumi Jr. was awakening. His dick was hardening once more, and this time, with an urgency, a desperation. A need.

Holy shit, Megumi, he whispered to himself, in more disbelief than shock. This is what's getting you off, thinking of Ryoumen fucking Sukuna?

This was no time to chastise himself, though. What worked for you worked for you, and Megumi was in no position to- as much as he wanted to- scold mini-Megumi for getting so worked up over an arrogant, overbearing, buffoonish, aggravatingly handsome guy-

'Ah, fuck.' His head fell back against the wall, his breath coming out in short little pants and droplets of sweat adorning the ringlets of his hair as his hands worked his dick, going faster and faster while he pictured Sukuna- a Sukuna not in basketball uniform, but shirtless, lean muscles flexing as he drew closer to Megumi, pinning him against the wall of the showers, his face flushed with desire, hair swept up, like a savage's, his tongue, forked like a snake's, flicking out to run over his plush lip as he stared Megumi down with eyes hungry with want, with hot, burning need-

Megumi came all over his hands.

For a while there was only silence, and the rhythmic tip-tap sounds of the falling of water droplets against the bathroom floor. Tap, tap, tap...

Finally, Megumi straightened up, wiping his hands clean with tissue and pulling his boxers back on. As he zipped his shorts close, at last feeling presentable, he threw his head back, and sighed. Realization stung him, and it stung unmercifully. He had tried hard to avoid it, but it was impossible to avoid the unavoidable.

So this was it. He was definitely gay for Ryoumen Sukuna.