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“You’re doing it wrong.”
“No, I am not.”
Megumi wouldn’t consider himself a violent person, but if Sukuna kept telling him exactly what he was doing wrong, the man was about to get punched in the face. Megumi knew he wasn’t exactly a great cook, which is why he asked Sukuna if he wanted to eat cheap take-out. Sukuna had wrinkled his nose and very kindly suggested that they could just cook instead.
Now, seeing as they were in Megumi’s apartment, it would be considered rude to ask Sukuna to cook.
“Can you cook?” he asked Sukuna, basic etiquette thrown in the wind. Of course, he was dating Ryoumen Sukuna, notorious Yakuza, and the question only pleased him. He had come up behind him, wound his arms around Megumi’s waist and whispered breathily in his ears.
“Why don’t you try.”
One eye twitching in irritation, he had turned to push him back, taking the suggestion (demand) as a challenge.
“Fine,” Megumi said, fire in his eyes. Watch him. He would make a dish so delicious Sukuna would be weeping. After all, how hard could it be? All he had to was chop up some vegetables and throw in some spices. He wasn’t as hopeless to be clueless when it came to measurements. Eyeballing was a thing, right? He had seen those fancy chefs do it on TV.
He was going to blast it.
Cooking turned out to be twice as hard as he had estimated. Sukuna hanging around his shoulder and criticizing everything he did didn’t help much either. Megumi started with the onions (drop them in cold water for a few minutes and it wouldn’t burn, right?), smugly peeling the onions with tear-free eyes. If he saw Sukuna smirking at him and looking very amused, he ignored it.
The trouble started once he had finished peeling off the first layer. Despite dropping it in the water, it still burned his eyes. At first, he tried to ignore it and play along nonchalantly because hey, what was one tear going to do?
It was also partly due to the fact that he very proudly told his ass of a boyfriend that this was a foolproof technique.
Sukuna was watching him as per usual, leaning against the opposite counter which meant that he couldn’t see what was going on. Taking this into account, he tried to subtly wipe away a rolling tear with his shoulder, hoping he was as sly as he thought he was. Unfortunately, the tear didn’t wipe away, and soon more of them joined in to completely blur his vision. Megumi kept cutting like the absolute idiot he was, and inevitably cut himself. Now, the onion juices stung his cut and his eyes, so he went to wipe them properly, but forgot they were onion-y too and ended up with burning eyes and bleeding fingers.
“Tch.”
Sukuna was back behind him, now guiding him to the washroom.
“Fuck, fuck-ow! It burns fuck-” Megumi yelped as he ran his hands under the tap, eyes still clouded. A minute later he was trying to squeeze some water into his eyes, blinking away the water every time a drop even came in contact with his skin. Once he was tear-free and blood-free, he went back to the kitchen to find Sukuna neatly chopping up the onions, not a tear in sight.
“Move,” Megumi said, shoving him out of the way with his hip as he dumped the onions into the pot. Sukuna didn’t budge, glancing down at him, just a tiny hint of concern on his face.
“Let me help.” It was more of a statement rather than an offer for help. But Megumi’s pride had been bruised like a peach, and there was no way he was backing down now.
“No, I’ve got in handled.”
The other vegetables were relatively easier to cut, even with Sukuna hovering around him like a bee. Every time Megumi tried to scoot him, he would latch on to his waist and plant open-mouthed kissed on the back of his neck. It took all of Megumi’s restraint to not turn and reciprocate, but he held out. All that was left was the sauce and the noodles.
Noodles were the one thing he couldn’t fuck up- all it needed was salt and water. And the sauce wasn’t going to be that hard either. He made quick work of the tomatoes and soy sauce, lining up the spices in neat rows. Megumi hesitated as he considered the chillies. They were the tiny green ones- were they the really spicy ones or the least spicy ones? It had to be the latter; everyone knew that red was associated with spiciness.
He usually added around 4 red ones, so he doubled them, a sudden boost of confidence striking him. Megumi deftly added them into another pot, setting the flame higher so it would cook faster. He had already added the wasabi and miso, and tossed a handful of the spices. Sukuna’s chin was perched on his shoulder, surveying his work with an unnecessarily critical eye. He had made several comments regarding his chopping, each of which Megumi brushed aside.
“You’re holding the knife wrong.”
“There’s no way to hold a knife wrong.”
“If you cut it that thick, it’ll take forever to cook.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”
“Wow, I didn’t know someone could take that much time to cut cabbage.”
“Shut up.”
“Haw, you really butchered those poor mushrooms.”
“Fuck you.”
“Please do.”
Sukuna turned him around, eyes glinting suggestively. Megumi knew what he was about to say, and opened his mouth to cut him off, but Sukuna kissed him right before he could. Megumi weakly poked him in the shoulder in an insincere attempt to shove him, but Sukuna knew him well enough to the exact opposite. He dropped the knife on the counter, allowing Sukuna to lift him up.
He was plopped onto the other counter rather harshly, and he leaned back to complain, but Sukuna pulled him back in, and he forgot about the handle digging into his back. Sukuna tasted like smoke and peppers, definitely from the 20 peppers he had been munching on before Megumi slapped them away.
Sukuna’s hands rested on his hips, just slightly dipping under his pants. Megumi’s hands were gripping the counter, fingers tapping a beat. Sukuna moved in closer, tongue swiping around his mouth. He bit down on his lower lip, eliciting a light gasp from Megumi. He could feel the pleasure on his face, proved by his hands dipping even lower to gently rub the skin above his hip bone.
He moved his hands, instead winding it around Sukuna’s neck. His thoughts were only about Sukuna- his skin, his hair, his tattoos, his tongue, oh his tongue. Sukuna brought one hand under his chin, sharp nails tilting his head up, giving Sukuna the chance to move his mouth down his mouth, his chin, his neck.
Sukuna kissed him everywhere, sure to leave dark bruised in his trail. Megumi gasped and moaned, basically a puddle in Sukuna’s tattooed hands. He could feel Sukuna chuckle onto his skin, his breath tickling him as he neared his sweet spot. He could feel Sukuna’s tongue piercing as he licked his neck, the metal cool against his hot skin.
The way Sukuna was devouring him, Megumi would probably come from the stimulation alone. He had just changed his clothes, and he didn’t want to dirty them already. He was worrying about this, but then Sukuna bit his sweet spot and fucking hell. Megumi arched his back as he gasped, the handle of the cupboard digging in even more.
But Sukuna was unrelenting, especially now that he knew he found his sweet spot. His hands moved in one smooth motion, now directly on his cock. Megumi couldn’t breathe, hyperaware of the hands on his dick and the mouth on his neck. He felt like putty in Sukuna’s hands (something he probably was.) He was probably mere minutes away from coming, and oh lord he wanted to.
Then he smelt something burning, and he jumped. His head banged the top of the cupboard, jolting Sukuna as well as he hopped off the counter to rush to the stove. The noodle water had boiled away completely, leaving a very solid chunk of noodles behind. Megumi switched off the stove, grasping the handles of the pot, forgetting it was spiking hot.
“Ah-” he yelped, twisting past a very annoyed Sukuna to grab a cloth. He lifted the pot, dumping it into the strainer. It fell with a squelch, a fifth of it stuck to the sides. Fuck, it was going to be a pain to clean up. It was luckily still salvageable, and that was enough. Megumi moved back to the stove, stirring his vegetables and sauce to ensure they hadn’t suffered the same fate as the noodles. They hadn’t, but they would have if he left them on any longer.
He turned back to Sukuna, only to find the man glaring at him.
“What?” he asked, momentarily distracted by the spot of sauce on the counter. Megumi stepped forward to clean it, but Sukuna gripped his hand. He glanced up at him, having forgotten their activities in his flurry. Sukuna, however, was looking highly unpleased with the sudden stop. He pointedly glanced down, and Megumi followed his eyes to the bulge in his pants.
Megumi couldn’t help but smile, thankful he had chosen to wear his tight pair of jeans today.
“Oops,” he said sweetly, aware of his effect on Sukuna. Indeed, his glare only increased but then it abruptly vanished. Quick as lightning, he cupped his hand under Megumi’s chin and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Megumi complied, rising on his toes.
Sukuna broke away, glare still present but dimmed by the pleasure on his face. He released his grip on his chin but still kept his hand there, tilting Megumi’s head from side to side. Megumi was too used to Sukuna’s antics to bother questioning him. He often woke up to find Sukuna just lounging on the bed naked, just watching him. He never answered when Megumi asked him what he was doing, so he gave up.
“Hm.”
Sukuna lightly pushed him back, making it clear that he was just a little bit annoyed. Megumi winked at him, pushing him towards the tiny dinner table. He quickly mixed all the noodles and sauce together before serving it in two bowls. He passed one to Sukuna, peering at his face closely to note his reaction.
Sukuna shovelled a large portion into his mouth, wicked grin making his way onto his face.
Huh?
“It’s delicious. You should try it too.”
Megumi looked at him weirdly for a beat, then picked up his chopsticks, taking a polite portion. As soon as it touched his tongue, Megumi knew he had fucked up with the chillies. It was incredibly hot, sure to burn anyone, and definitely not Megumi, who had the spice tolerance of a leaf. He coughed, mouth on fire as his eyes watered. Sukuna was there, thumping his back, but he could hear his laughter.
“Oh my god,” he choked out. “What the fuck?”
Sukuna’s laughter grew louder, but the man kept eating the noodles from hell. Megumi reached out, stopping him from eating another bite.
“Are you mad? How are you eating this?”
Sukuna smirked, looking down at Megumi’s hands around his.
“This is nothing. Its not even that spicy.”
Megumi gaped at him. He always knew Sukuna was different, and had asked him multiple times if he was a Demon from HellTM, but he now fully believed it.
“Just throw it out, I can make something else quickly.”
“No way, it will be a waste of money.”
Megumi was poor, and was most definitely not going to waste a pot of good noodles. So what if it was burning his mouth? That was no reason for him to throw out food.
“I told you I’ll cover it.”
Megumi waved his hand, refusing the offer. He took a tiny bite, then another, and finished the bowl. His face was red as a tomato, and his mouth felt like someone had covered it in gasoline and then dropped a match on it, but he had finished it. He gulped down a bottle of ice water, trying to reduce the burn.
“Ha. I told you.”
Sukuna leaned across the table, capturing Megumi’s lips in a searing kiss. “Idiot,” he murmured onto his lips as they stumbled out of their chairs, not removing contact for even a second. Soon, Sukuna’s hands were on his neck, and his dick was in him and he forgot all about his burning mouth.
Until next morning, when he was laying on Sukuna’s chest, both of them naked.
“Why don’t you cook for us again?”
Megumi shoved him off the bed.