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Megumi's given a private office the next day, with an air purifier humming away quietly in the corner. The alpha in him gloats at the victory, but he can't bring himself to break his new habit. Scenting his boyfriend before work each day in the filthiest way.

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It doesn't take long for there to be complaints around the office, Megumi coming home with his face the color of a tomato before he explains what happened. Sukuna doesn't feel bad.

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Frustrated, he resorts to fucking Megumi each morning before work. Covering his scent glands in his spend, and only letting him wash it away with water. No soap, no scent patches. Sukuna can smell him from across their apartment, something that never fails to work him up.

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#skfs Alpha Sukuna who's had it with his omega boyfriend coming home smelling like the office alphas. Showering doesn't make a difference, and it's slowly driving him insane. He tries new suppressants to deal with his aggression, but they only make him even more wound up.

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They spend hours discussing the trashiness of the series, Sukuna defending it every step of the way, only to reenact half of it on Megumi that same night. Megumi still blushes each time he sells a copy.

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Megumi's cheeks flush as he nearly drops the phone. /For selling you a book that you picked?/ He shoots back, biting his lip. /No, for being the hot bookstore owner./ Megumi gapes at his phone, his whole body feeling warm. He agrees, because how could he not?

/I might need a refund/ Sukuna replies, Megumi's frown deepening. /Wow, and after I opened the shop just for you./ /Actually, I'll take a personal apology from you instead. Can't believe you sell this. Now you have to have dinner with me./

He chews his lip, having no clue what to say. /How's the smut?/ He eventually decides, burying himself beneath his blankets while he waits for a reply that comes nearly immediately. /Could be better./ Megumi frowns, unsure how to reply. /Sorry your porn is disappointing./

He stares at the slip of paper on his nightstand. He tries to read, but it's impossible. Maybe /he/ wants it too. It's been a while, after all. Maybe he deserves it. He slowly approaches the receipt as if it'll run before typing the numbers into his phone.

His knees feel weak on his walk home, the phone number burning a hole in his pocket. It would be stupid to text him. He would look desperate, wouldn't he? He argues with himself the rest of the walk, then finds himself tucked in bed with a new book and cup of tea.

Sukuna only shrugs and grabs for his bag, smirking as he turns to leave. "I know what I want," he says with a wink, his eyes suddenly dark. "And I always get it." He's gone before Megumi can reply, the shop owner left gaping. Did that just happen?

"Mostly for the pretty face," he clarifies, leaning on the counter. Crimson eyes work over Megumi's form and he feels a chill work through him, excitement blooming. "Awfully presumptuous of you," he bites back, needing to get /something/ in edge-wise.

"This place is cute. I'll definitely be back." Large hands grab for a pen on the counter even though there's nothing to sign, scribbling in a way that Megumi can't see what he's writing. Finally, he's handed the receipt. A phone number scrawled across the bottom.

Megumi nods and runs his card, the receipt printing and their interaction is almost over. Bummer. "Just moved around the corner," Sukuna says casually, taking a few bills out of his wallet and placing them on the counter. Right. The bribe.

"How did you know my name?" He asks with narrowed eyes, beginning to think this was a bad idea. But Sukuna only points to the name tag on his chest, grinning. "Relax," the man says, and Megumi obeys. "I'm Sukuna."

"Impeccable taste," he deadpans as he rings him up, the other snorting as he takes his wallet out. "You would know, wouldn't you, Megumi?" His name rolls off the man's tongue sinfully, more color rushing to his cheeks as his hands begin to tremble while he bags the book.

He blushes as it's placed on the counter, and maybe it makes a bit of sense why the man couldn't wait. It's smut. Probably the filthiest book Megumi keeps regularly stocked, and this hot stranger forced his way in for it.

He waits at the counter for the man to pick whatever it is he couldn't wait for, picking at his nails as he dreams about his bed. Finally, the man emerges from the shelves carrying a single book. One Megumi recognizes.

"Please!" He protests. "I'll pay extra." Megumi raises a brow and looks the other over again. His pants are tight around his muscled thighs, and he's /tall./ Hot. Megumi's type. He rolls his eyes but turns to lead the man inside, maybe a bit too trusting as he turns his back.

"I just got to the last book in a series," he says, and Megumi nods along, understanding. However... "Well, we're closed for the day. You'll have to come back tomorrow." The man's face drops as he steps forward and Megumi takes a step back,prepared to slam the door in his face.

"I-" he starts, the blush creeping down his neck. He clearly hadn't thought this far ahead. "You?" Megumi asks with a raised brow, leaning on the doorframe. The man is much larger than him. Could easily shoulder his way past if he wanted,but Megumi isn't scared for some reason.

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"/What/ could you possibly need this badly after hours?" He asks, exasperated. Only then does he get a good look at the other, all hard lines with a softness around his eyes. The stranger stares at him before opening his mouth, but nothing comes out. Then, his face lights up.

But Megumi does, choosing to close up the shop and hoping the stranger takes the hint. He doesn't. The knocking resumes until Megumi's finally had enough, huffing a sigh as he swings the heavy wooden door open.

Megumi slowly approaches, afraid of giving himself away but he's spotted immediately, the quick knocks resuming with a call to him. "Hey! I know you're in there!" The man calls through the door, Megumi stiffening as he tries to slowly move away from the door. "No! Don't go!"

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#skfs Bookstore owner Megumi who just wants to go home for the day. It's snowing and dark, and he's got a new type of tea to bundle up and drink. The door starts to rattle two minutes after he switches out the closed sign, a progressively desperate cursing from the other side.

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Thank you 🙏 hoping to stay motivated!

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"Would you like to find out?" He asks in a husky voice, Megumi's underwear already growing damp If he posts the 'closed' sign for the next two hours, his boss never finds out.

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"You don't /actually/ need them," Megumi insists, only ever having sold the large sized condoms once. Sukuna laughs and pulls out his debit card, grinning even wider as he stares into pretty green eyes.

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asked as the two men grumble, finally leaving, while Sukuna takes out his wallet. "Thanks for putting on a show," he sighs, leaning forward on his elbows. Sukuna only blinks at him, then grins. "Show? Who said it was a show?" He says with a deep voice, eyeing Megumi closely.

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who /also/ flirts with him shamelessly. Sukuna takes one look at what's happening and shoulders his way past the men to the counter, leaning on it casually. "Box of magnums," he says casually, Megumi raising an eyebrow at the confidence. He doesn't bother reaching for what was

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#skfs Megumi working the night shift at a sketchy gas station when two creeps start hassling him. They want his phone number and to take him out after his shift, and no amount of scowling will deter them. He's never been more thankful to see the tattooed stranger

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But Toji doesn't hesitate to instantly reply. It drives Megumi /insane./ He chews on his nails and forces himself to wait another 49 minutes and this is how their relationship goes.

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He /needs/ to know. He /knows/ it's not real but he needs Toji's imaginary attention. He tries to not reply instantly, has to bite his tongue and time it for exactly 97 minutes before he's allowed to reply because he can't be /too/ thirsty.

Toji leaves him on read for days at a time, then fires back with the perfect hook. /Dreamed about you last night, babe./ And no matter how irritated Megumi is, how can he not engage?

is clean. A single lewd picture and they fall over themselves, sending good morning texts and asking him about his day. But not Toji. And it drives him insane.

a car where they can fuck in the backseat if their wife is home. And he matches nearly every man he swipes on. It's an ego trip on top of everything, thirsty men trying to take him on "dates." He rolls his eyes every time, surveying his closet to make sure his favorite underwear