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[syllysmot]

FRATJO 😋 I WANNA BE SAAAAVEDDDDD

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

the real game - chapter 12

for a moment, you just sat there.

exposed.

vulnerable.

your face bare for the first time on camera, and not just for anyone—for him.

sukuna.

the guy who'd pulled you upstairs at that party. the guy who'd made your skin burn with just a look. the guy who'd been obsessed with you online without knowing it was you.

and now he knew.

fuck.

your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

but then—

something shifted.

because the panic was fading, replaced by something else entirely.

adrenaline.

the kind that made your blood run hot. the kind that made you reckless.

you'd been caught.

fine.

but if you were going down, you were going down your way.

a slow smile spread across your face.

"so," you said, leaning back slightly, letting your hands trail down your sides. "you've been spending thousands of dollars on me."

s4d1st4u: and?

"and you didn't even know it was me." you laughed—sharp and a little mean. "how does that feel, baby?"

there was a pause.

then:

s4d1st4u: like i got exactly what i wanted

"oh yeah?" you tilted your head, your confidence building with every second. "and what's that?"

s4d1st4u: you

s4d1st4u: exactly like this

s4d1st4u: no mask. no hiding.

s4d1st4u: just you, looking at me like you want me to fuck you

your breath hitched.

because he wasn't wrong.

you did want him to fuck you.

you'd wanted it since that night in his room. since he'd looked at you like he was going to devour you whole.

but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

not yet.

"big talk from a guy who's been jerking off to me for weeks," you said, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. "my little pay pig."

you watched the chat box.

waiting.

and then—

his camera flickered.

and turned on.

oh.

oh fuck.

he was shirtless.

you'd seen his chest before—during the last session—but this time it hit different.

broad shoulders. defined muscles. tattoos trailing down his arms and across his ribs.

and lower—

your eyes dropped.

he was hard.

so hard.

his hand was already wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, and the sight of it made your thighs clench involuntarily.

"fuck," you breathed.

s4d1st4u: see something you like?

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

"maybe."

s4d1st4u: just maybe?

he stroked himself again, slow and deliberate, and you watched the way his abs flexed with the movement.

god.

"you're so fucking cocky," you said, but your voice came out breathier than you intended.

s4d1st4u: says the girl who just called me her pay pig

you grinned.

"well, aren't you?"

s4d1st4u: if that's what gets you off

s4d1st4u: then yeah

s4d1st4u: i'll be whatever you want

your pulse spiked.

because the way he said it—low and rough and honest—

it wasn't just dirty talk.

he meant it.

"prove it," you said, your confidence surging now. "show me how much you want me."

s4d1st4u: touch yourself

s4d1st4u: and i will

you bit your lip, your hand already sliding down your stomach.

"bossy."

s4d1st4u: you love it

and fuck, you did.

your fingers slipped beneath the lace of your panties, and you gasped softly at the contact.

you were soaked.

"jesus," you muttered.

s4d1st4u: let me see

you hesitated for half a second.

then you hooked your thumbs into the waistband and slid your panties down, kicking them off to the side.

his groan was audible through the speakers.

low and guttural and desperate.

"fuck, y/n."

hearing your actual name in his voice—not 'baby,' not 'sluttymommiee'—

it sent a shiver down your spine.

"say it again," you whispered.

"y/n."

god.

your fingers circled your clit, and you moaned softly, your head falling back.

"that's it," he said, his voice rough. "let me see you."

you spread your legs wider, angling yourself so he could see everything.

and you watched his reaction on screen.

the way his hand moved faster on his cock. the way his jaw clenched. the way his eyes were locked on you like you were the only thing in the world.

"you're so fucking wet," he said, almost in disbelief.

"your fault," you shot back, your fingers moving faster now.

s4d1st4u: good

s4d1st4u: i want you dripping

"greedy."

s4d1st4u: you have no idea

you laughed breathlessly, slipping two fingers inside yourself.

"oh fuck—"

s4d1st4u: that's it

s4d1st4u: fuck yourself for me

you obeyed, your fingers curling inside you, and the pleasure was sharp and immediate.

"sukuna—"

"say it again."

"sukuna," you moaned, louder this time.

and the sound he made—

fuck.

it was almost a growl.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," he said, his hand moving faster now, his breathing ragged. "how many times i've jerked off thinking about you."

"yeah?" you were panting now, your fingers moving in rhythm with his strokes. "thinking about what?"

"everything." his voice was strained. "your mouth. your tits. the way you'd sound when i made you come."

"and now you know," you said, your voice shaking. "was it worth all that money, pay pig?"

he laughed—dark and breathless.

"fuck yes."

you grinned, even as your orgasm started building.

"good," you said. "because you're going to keep paying."

s4d1st4u: whatever you want

s4d1st4u: i'll give you anything

and the way he said it—

desperate and honest and completely fucking gone—

it pushed you closer to the edge.

"i want you," you admitted, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "i want you to fuck me for real."

s4d1st4u: soon

s4d1st4u: but right now i want to watch you come

"sukuna—"

s4d1st4u: come for me, y/n

s4d1st4u: let me see it

your fingers moved faster, your other hand coming up to pinch your nipple, and the combination was too much.

"oh fuck—"

"that's it," he groaned. "fuck, you're so perfect."

"i'm—i'm gonna—"

"do it," he commanded. "come for me."

and you did.

your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you so hard your vision blurred.

you cried out his name—his real name—and you watched him on screen as he stroked himself faster, his eyes locked on you.

"fuck, y/n—"

and then he came too.

his head fell back, his abs flexing, his hand moving in quick, desperate strokes as he spilled over his fist.

the sight of it made your aftershocks pulse harder.

god.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

just breathing.

just staring at each other through the screen.

and then you laughed.

breathless and a little disbelieving.

"well," you said, your voice hoarse. "that was—"

"overdue," he finished.

you grinned.

"yeah."

s4d1st4u: this changes things

"no shit."

s4d1st4u: i'm coming over

your heart stopped.

"what?"

s4d1st4u: you heard me

s4d1st4u: i'm done watching through a screen

s4d1st4u: i want the real thing

your pulse was racing again.

"sukuna—"

s4d1st4u: send me your address

you stared at the screen.

at him.

still shirtless. still flushed. still looking at you like he was going to ruin you.

and you realized—

you wanted him to.

"fine," you said, your voice steady despite the chaos in your chest. "but you're bringing food."

he laughed.

s4d1st4u: deal

s4d1st4u: see you soon, baby

the screen went dark.

and you sat there, alone in your room, your heart pounding and your body still trembling.

fuck.

this was really happening.

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

routine - chapter 1

the bass from the speakers vibrated through the walls of gojo's frat house, some remix of a song y/n couldn't quite place but didn't really care about either. she was sprawled across the worn leather couch in the living room, joint between her fingers, watching the smoke curl up toward the ceiling as shoko rambled about some drama from her anatomy class.

"i'm just saying," shoko continued, taking the joint when y/n passed it over, "if you're gonna cheat, at least don't sit directly behind the person whose test you're copying. like, have some fucking subtlety."

gojo laughed from where he was leaning against the wall, beer in hand, his white hair catching the colored lights someone had strung up. "subtlety? in this economy?"

"shut the fuck up," suguru said, but he was grinning, dark eyes amused as he shook his head. he was sitting on the arm of the couch near y/n, close enough that she could smell his cologne mixed with weed. "you wouldn't know subtle if it hit you in the face."

y/n snorted, feeling the pleasant buzz settling into her bones. this was her element—her people. well, some of them anyway. the frat house was packed tonight, bodies everywhere, the air thick with smoke and sweat and cheap alcohol. she'd been here for a few hours now, just vibing, letting herself get lost in the haze.

she took another hit when the joint came back around, holding it in her lungs before exhaling slowly. fuck, she needed this. classes had been kicking her ass lately, and streaming—well, streaming paid the bills, but it took energy. a different kind of energy than this.

"y/n, you good?" shoko asked, nudging her leg with her foot. "you've been quiet."

"i'm high as fuck, what do you expect?" y/n shot back with a lazy grin. "profound thoughts?"

"from you? never."

"fuck you," y/n laughed, flipping her off.

gojo pushed off the wall, moving closer. "hey, we're thinking about heading to that diner on fifth. you coming?"

y/n glanced at her phone, checking the time. 10:47 pm. shit. her stream was scheduled for 11:30, and she needed at least thirty minutes to get home, set up, and get ready. she'd been so caught up in the party that she'd almost forgotten.

"nah, i'm good," she said casually, pocketing her phone. "gonna head out actually."

suguru raised an eyebrow. "already? it's not even eleven."

"yeah, well, i'm tired." she stretched, standing up from the couch. the room tilted slightly—okay, maybe she was a little more high than she thought—but she steadied herself. "plus, i have shit to do tomorrow."

"shit to do," gojo repeated, smirking. "on a saturday?"

"some of us have responsibilities, satoru."

"responsibilities," shoko echoed, laughing. "sure."

y/n rolled her eyes, grabbing her jacket from where she'd tossed it earlier. "whatever. have fun at the diner. try not to get kicked out this time."

"that was one time!" gojo called after her, but she was already weaving through the crowd toward the door.

the cool night air hit her face as she stepped outside, and she took a deep breath, letting it clear her head a little. the walk back to her apartment wasn't far—maybe fifteen minutes—and she needed the time to shift gears mentally. going from stoned and giggly with her friends to... well, to sluttymommiee required a certain mindset.

by the time she unlocked her apartment door, she was already running through her mental checklist. shower? no time, but she could freshen up. outfit? she had a few options laid out already. lighting? she'd adjusted it yesterday, so that should be fine.

y/n moved through her apartment with practiced efficiency, stripping out of her party clothes and into something more... appropriate. a black lace lingerie set that left very little to the imagination, the bra pushing her tits up in a way that always drove her viewers crazy. she paired it with thigh-high stockings and a choker—simple, but effective.

she checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair, making sure her makeup was still intact. the smoky eye from earlier actually worked in her favor now, giving her that sultry, just-fucked look that her audience ate up.

her streaming setup was in the corner of her bedroom—a good camera, ring light, laptop, and a comfortable chair positioned in front of a clean, neutral background. she'd spent months perfecting this space, making sure everything looked professional while still maintaining that intimate, personal vibe.

11:28 pm. perfect timing.

y/n settled into her chair, adjusting the camera angle, making sure the lighting hit her just right. she opened her laptop, logging into the platform, and hovered her finger over the "go live" button.

showtime.

she clicked it, and within seconds, the viewer count started climbing. 50... 150... 400... 800...

"hey, babies," she purred into the camera, leaning forward slightly to give them a better view of her cleavage. "miss me?"

the chat exploded with messages, usernames and comments flying by almost too fast to read.

daddyissues47: god yes

tylerxo: you look so fucking hot

nightowl88: been waiting all day for this

jakethesnake: those tits 🔥

1,200 viewers now.

y/n smirked, running her fingers along the edge of her bra. "i missed you too. had a long night, but i couldn't go to bed without seeing my favorite people." she scanned the chat, catching familiar names. "oh shit, nightowl, you're back! thought you ghosted me."

nightowl88: never baby, just been busy

markm: take it off already

s4d1st4u has entered the chat

s4d1st4u tipped $200

her heart did a little flip. there he was. s4d1st4u. her top spender, the one who never missed a stream, the one who let his money do all the talking.

"well, well," she said, her voice dropping into something more teasing. "look who decided to show up."

the viewer count hit 2,000.

devonk: who's that?

tylerxo: the fucking whale lmao

s4d1st4u tipped $300

no message. just the tip. y/n bit her lip, feeling that familiar heat start to build.

"someone's feeling generous tonight," she said, trailing her fingers down her stomach. "but let's not forget about the rest of you. what do you want to see, babies?"

jakethesnake: take off the bra

markm: show us those perfect tits

daddyissues47: strip for us mommy

chrisp: you're so beautiful

"aww, chrisp, you're sweet," y/n cooed, hooking her finger under her bra strap. "but i think the others want me to be a little less... wholesome tonight."

2,500 viewers.

s4d1st4u tipped $500

still no words. just another notification, another chunk of money that made her pussy clench.

"okay, okay," she laughed, playing with both straps now. "i hear you. but you know i like to take my time."

nightowl88: tease us baby

devonk: worth the wait

tylerxo: fuck yeah, make us beg

she slipped one strap off her shoulder slowly, letting it fall just enough to tease but not reveal. the chat went absolutely wild, messages flying by so fast she could barely track them.

jakethesnake: fuck yes

markm: other one too

daddyissues47: you're killing me

s4d1st4u tipped $400

s4d1st4u: patience

one word. that's all he gave them, but it was enough. y/n's thighs clenched at the command in that single word.

3,200 viewers now.

"you heard him," she said breathlessly, letting the other strap fall. her bra was barely clinging to her now, held up by nothing but the underwire. "patience, boys."

chrisp: you're perfect

nightowl88: take your time gorgeous

devonk tipped $50: so hot

tylerxo tipped $75: can't wait

"thank you, devon, tyler," she purred, acknowledging the tips. "you're all so good to me."

markm: we love you mommy

jakethesnake: best girl on this site

4,000 viewers.

y/n ran her hands over her body, cupping her tits through the lace, squeezing them together. "you really think so, jake? best girl?"

jakethesnake: fuck yes

daddyissues47: no competition

s4d1st4u tipped $600

her breath hitched. no message again, just the money. just his presence, heavy and undeniable in the chat. the way he didn't need to say anything—didn't need to beg or plead or compete with the others. he just... existed, and she felt it.

"someone really wants my attention tonight," she teased, her fingers trailing down to the clasp of her bra. "should i give it to him?"

nightowl88: yes

tylerxo: do it

markm: take it off

chrisp: please mommy

4,500 viewers.

she unclasped her bra slowly, letting it fall away, and her tits spilled free. the chat absolutely lost its mind.

jakethesnake: holy fuck

daddyissues47: perfect

devonk: those are incredible

markm tipped $100: goddess

s4d1st4u tipped $700

s4d1st4u: there she is

y/n's pussy throbbed. two thousand dollars in tips from him already, and they were barely twenty minutes into the stream. she cupped her tits, squeezing them together, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

"this what you wanted to see?" she asked, her voice breathy now.

tylerxo: fuck yes

nightowl88: you're so hot

chrisp: beautiful

jakethesnake tipped $60: best tits ever

5,000 viewers.

"thank you, jake," she moaned softly, pinching her nipples harder. "you're all being so good to me tonight."

her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, and the chat went into overdrive.

daddyissues47: oh fuck

markm: touch yourself

devonk: so fucking hot

tylerxo: wish i was there

"yeah?" y/n breathed, her fingers finding her clit. "what would you do if you were here, tyler?"

tylerxo: make you scream

nightowl88: fuck you until you couldn't walk

jakethesnake: eat that pussy for hours

she let out a soft moan, her hips rolling against her hand. "fuck, you're all making me so wet."

s4d1st4u tipped $500

s4d1st4u: show me

her breath caught. show me. two words, and they hit her like a command she couldn't ignore.

"you want to see how wet i am?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly as she slipped her fingers inside herself.

markm: yes

daddyissues47: please

chrisp: so beautiful

devonk tipped $80: fuck yes

she pulled her fingers out, holding them up to the camera, glistening with her arousal. "this wet enough for you?"

the chat exploded.

jakethesnake: fuck

tylerxo: holy shit

nightowl88: i need you

s4d1st4u tipped $600

s4d1st4u: good girl

that did it. those two words from him, combined with the chaos of the chat, the thousands of eyes on her, the money pouring in—she was so fucking turned on she could barely think straight.

"you want to watch me fuck myself?" she asked, her fingers already moving back between her legs.

markm: yes

daddyissues47: please mommy

tylerxo: do it

chrisp: you're perfect

she slipped her fingers back inside, gasping at the sensation, and started fucking herself in earnest. her other hand stayed on her tit, pinching and pulling at her nipple while she worked herself closer and closer to the edge.

nightowl88 tipped $90: so hot

jakethesnake: fuck you're gorgeous

devonk: wish that was my cock

s4d1st4u tipped $500

no words this time. just the tip. just his presence, reminding her exactly who was watching, who was paying, who owned her attention even as she performed for thousands.

"fuck," she moaned, her head falling back. "i'm so close."

markm: come for us

tylerxo: let us see it

daddyissues47: you're so fucking hot

her fingers moved faster, her hips grinding against her hand, and she could feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered, her whole body tensing.

s4d1st4u tipped $1000

s4d1st4u: cum 

one word. one fucking word, and she shattered.

she came hard, her body convulsing, her fingers still moving as she rode out the orgasm. the chat was absolute chaos—messages flying by, tips pouring in, usernames she couldn't even track anymore—but all she could focus on was that one word from him.

cum.

when she finally came down, panting and flushed, she looked at the camera with a lazy, satisfied smile.

"happy now?" she asked breathlessly.

jakethesnake: fuck yes

markm: that was incredible

tylerxo: best stream ever

nightowl88: you're amazing

chrisp: so beautiful

s4d1st4u: wish i could feel how wet you are right now

"so wet," she moaned, her head falling back. "so fucking wet for you."

s4d1st4u: good fucking girl

that did it. she came hard, her body tensing, her fingers still moving as she rode out the orgasm. she could barely hear the chat over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she knew they were going crazy.

when she finally came down, panting and flushed, she looked at the camera with a lazy, satisfied smile.

"happy now?" she asked breathlessly.

s4d1st4u: same time tomorrow.

"you know it," she said, blowing a kiss to the camera. "thanks for watching, babies. i'll see you soon."

she ended the stream, and the sudden silence of her apartment felt almost jarring. y/n sat there for a moment, catching her breath, before finally standing up and heading to the bathroom to clean up.

as she washed her hands, she caught her reflection in the mirror—still flushed, still buzzing from the orgasm and the attention and the money.

s4d1st4u. whoever he was, he knew how to make her feel like a fucking queen.

she smiled to herself, already looking forward to tomorrow

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

private - chapter 8

sukuna woke up hard.

again.

he groaned, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. sunlight filtered through the blinds, cutting across his room in sharp lines. his phone was still on his nightstand, screen dark, but he knew exactly what was on it.

the stream from last night.

he'd watched it three times already. once live, once right after when he couldn't sleep, and once more at 4am when he gave up trying.

$8,000.

he'd dropped over $8,000 in a single stream.

and he didn't regret a fucking cent.

he reached for his phone, unlocking it and pulling up the recording he'd saved. the platform let top spenders download private copies of streams, and he'd been using that feature religiously for weeks now.

the video started, and there she was.

red lace. that fucking body. that cocky smile.

hi baby.

his jaw clenched.

he skipped ahead to the part where he'd started tipping heavy. watched himself dominate the chat, watched the other usernames scramble to keep up. watched her eyes light up every time his name popped up with another tip.

s4d1st4u tipped $2,000 just me tonight baby

she'd bitten her lip. leaned into the camera. played right into his possessiveness.

and fuck, it had worked.

he palmed himself through his boxers, already half-hard just from watching the replay. but he stopped himself, tossing the phone onto the bed.

not yet.

he had an idea.

he sat up, running a hand through his hair, and grabbed his laptop from the desk. opened the cam site. navigated to her profile.

sluttymommiee

online status: offline last stream: 11 hours ago

he scrolled down to the options menu and clicked on private live sessions.

it was expensive. way more expensive than a regular stream. $1,000 upfront just to book it, plus whatever he tipped during. one-on-one. no other chatters. just him and her.

he didn't hesitate.

he selected the time slot for tonight—11:30pm, same as always—and entered his payment info.

booking confirmed. sluttymommiee will be notified of your private session request.

he leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

yeah.

tonight was going to be different.

y/n's phone buzzed on the table, and she glanced at it while shoko finished her iced coffee.

shoko: "you gonna check that or just stare at it?"

"it's probably nothing," y/n said, but she picked it up anyway.

they were sitting outside at some cafe near campus, the kind of place that had overpriced lattes and succulents on every table. it was a nice day—warm, breezy, the kind of weather that made it easy to just exist.

shoko had texted her that morning asking to hang out, and y/n had agreed immediately. she needed to talk to someone about last night.

"so," shoko said, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. "you gonna tell me what's got you all distracted, or do i have to guess?"

y/n laughed, setting her phone down. "it's not like that."

"uh huh."

"i'm serious."

"sure." shoko grinned. "so what is it then?"

y/n hesitated, then sighed. "okay, so... you know how i stream, right?"

"obviously."

"well, there's this one guy. he's been my top tipper for a while now. like, consistently. always shows up, always tips big, always engages."

shoko raised an eyebrow. "okay...?"

"last night he was different."

"different how?"

y/n bit her lip, trying to find the right words. "like... aggressive. possessive. he tipped over $8,000 in one stream."

shoko's eyes widened. "holy shit."

"yeah." y/n laughed, shaking her head. "and it wasn't just the money. it was the way he was acting. he kept sending messages like 'just me tonight baby' and 'don't let them touch you' and 'remember who your favorite is.' he was so jealous of the other chatters."

"that's kinda hot though," shoko said, smirking.

"i know!" y/n leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. "that's the thing. it was hot. like, really hot. but it was also... confusing? he's never acted like that before. he's always been confident, yeah, but last night he was on another level."

shoko tilted her head, studying her. "you think he's catching feelings?"

"i don't know. maybe? or maybe he just got territorial because there were more people in the chat than usual." y/n shrugged. "either way, it was intense."

"and you liked it."

"yeah," y/n admitted, smiling. "i did."

shoko laughed, shaking her head. "you're such a tease."

"i know."

they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. y/n's mind drifted back to the stream, to the way s4d1st4u had completely dominated the chat. the way he'd made her feel like she was his.

it reminded her of something.

someone.

but she couldn't quite place it.

"you good?" shoko asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"yeah," y/n said quickly. "just thinking."

"about mr. moneybags?"

"maybe."

shoko grinned. "well, if he keeps tipping like that, you better keep him happy."

"trust me," y/n said, smirking. "i plan to."

y/n got home around 4pm, feeling relaxed and recharged after hanging out with shoko.

she kicked off her shoes, tossed her bag onto the couch, and headed straight for the shower. the hot water felt amazing, washing away the lingering tension from the night before. she took her time, letting the steam fill the bathroom, letting her mind wander.

s4d1st4u.

she couldn't stop thinking about him.

about the way he'd acted last night. the possessiveness. the jealousy. the money.

it was addictive.

she stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and padded into her bedroom. changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts—comfortable, easy. she wasn't streaming tonight. or at least, she didn't think she was.

she grabbed her phone and flopped onto her bed, scrolling through notifications.

instagram. twitter. a few texts from gojo about some party next weekend.

and then—

a notification from the cam site.

her heart skipped.

she opened it.

new message from s4d1st4u

her pulse quickened.

she clicked on it, and her breath caught.

s4d1st4u has booked a private live session with you. scheduled for tonight, 11:30pm. session fee: $1,000

her eyes widened.

a private session.

one-on-one.

no other chatters. no distractions. just him and her.

her stomach flipped.

private lives were different. they were intimate. personal. the kind of thing where boundaries blurred and things got real.

and he'd paid $1,000 just to book it.

she sat up, staring at the screen.

fuck.

her mind raced. what did he want? what was he expecting? was this just another stream, or was he looking for something more?

she thought about last night. the way he'd tipped. the way he'd commanded her attention. the way he'd made her feel like she belonged to him.

and now he wanted her all to himself.

she bit her lip, her thighs pressing together.

this was going to be intense.

she glanced at the clock. 4:47pm.

she had almost seven hours to prepare.

seven hours to figure out what the fuck she was going to do.

she lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounding.

tonight was going to change everything.

she could feel it.

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

the flip - chapter 11

sukuna stared at his laptop screen long after the private session ended.

his chest was still heaving. his hand was still sticky. but his mind—

his mind was racing.

something about her.

something about the way she moved. the way she sounded when she came. the way her body looked in that burgundy lace.

it was familiar.

too familiar.

he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his pink hair, trying to shake the feeling.

but it wouldn't leave.

that body. those curves. the way she rolled her hips when she rode that dildo—

fuck.

and then it hit him.

not like a thought.

like a punch.

the black lace bra.

the one she'd worn in her streams before. the one that drove him fucking insane every time she wore it.

he'd seen it before.

in person.

his heart stopped.

no.

no fucking way.

he grabbed his phone, scrolling back through his camera roll with shaking hands until he found it—the photo aoi had taken at the party last week. the one where everyone was crowded in the kitchen.

and there, in the background—

y/n.

wearing a black cropped tank top.

and underneath, just barely visible where the fabric dipped—

black lace.

that black lace.

"holy shit," he breathed.

his mind was spinning now, pieces clicking into place so fast he could barely keep up.

the timeline.

she'd been at the party that night. left early without saying goodbye to anyone. and then—

sluttymommiee went live.

same fucking night.

and the way she moved. the way her body looked. he'd had his hands on her hips at that party, pulled her close in his room, felt the shape of her waist—

it was the same.

exactly the same.

"fuck," he muttered, his pulse pounding in his ears.

the voice.

he replayed it in his head—the way sluttymommiee sounded when she moaned. breathy. a little raspy. confident.

the way y/n sounded when she laughed at his jokes. when she talked shit to gojo. when she'd leaned in close to him in his room, high and bold and—

it's her.

it was her.

y/n.

the girl from the friend group.

the girl who'd been driving him insane at parties for weeks.

the girl he'd pulled upstairs, the girl he'd wanted to fuck right there in his room but didn't because—

she was sluttymommiee.

his favorite cam girl.

the girl he'd been obsessed with.

the girl he'd spent thousands of dollars on.

the girl he jerked off to almost every night.

her.

sukuna sat there in stunned silence, his brain trying to process what this meant.

she knew.

she'd seen his face on camera last session. recognized him.

and she was probably panicking.

a slow smile spread across his face.

oh, this was perfect.

too perfect.

she'd been performing for him this whole time. getting off to his commands. moaning his username. calling him her favorite.

and now she knew exactly who he was.

but she didn't know that he knew.

he could've laughed.

actually—he did laugh.

low and dark and satisfied.

because now he had all the power.

she thought she could hide it. thought she could keep pretending. thought she could act normal and he wouldn't notice.

but he would.

and he was going to make her admit it.

sukuna didn't watch her next stream.

he saw the notification—sluttymommiee is live!—and he ignored it.

let her wonder where he was.

let her notice his absence.

let her worry.

instead, he waited.

two days later, he booked another private session.

$10,000 upfront.

non-negotiable.

when the notification went through, he imagined her seeing it. imagined her heart stopping. imagined her scrambling to figure out what to do—whether to cancel, whether to go through with it, whether to pretend everything was normal.

good.

let her be terrified.

by the time 9pm rolled around, sukuna was ready.

he didn't bother setting up his camera yet. didn't need to.

this was going to be fun.

the private chat window opened.

there she was.

same mask. same setup. but tonight she was wearing red—a lace bodysuit that hugged every curve, cut high on her hips, dipping low between her breasts.

fuck, she looked good.

but something was off.

her hands were trembling slightly where they rested on her thighs.

her breathing was shallow, uneven.

her voice, when she spoke, was strained.

"hi baby," she said, trying to sound warm and sweet. "missed you."

but it came out shaky.

nervous.

sukuna smirked.

there it is.

she knew.

and she was trying so fucking hard to hide it.

s4d1st4u: missed you too

s4d1st4u: been thinking about you

she shifted slightly, and he noticed the way her shoulders were tense. the way she kept swallowing like her throat was dry.

"yeah?" her voice cracked just barely. "what've you been thinking about?"

s4d1st4u: how good you'd look without that mask

her breath hitched—sharp and panicked.

"you know i don't do that," she said quickly, too quickly.

s4d1st4u: i think you should make an exception

s4d1st4u: for me

she laughed, but it was hollow. forced.

"you're so cocky."

s4d1st4u: and you love it

"maybe."

but her hands were shaking harder now.

he could see it.

s4d1st4u: take it off, baby

there was a pause.

longer than usual.

"i can't," she said, and her voice was barely steady. "you know that."

s4d1st4u: why not?

"because—" she hesitated, her chest rising and falling too fast. "because that's not part of this."

s4d1st4u: what if i want it to be?

another pause.

he could see her trying to hold it together. trying to act normal.

but she was terrified.

and he fucking loved it.

s4d1st4u: you seem nervous tonight

her eyes widened behind the mask.

"i'm not—"

s4d1st4u: yes you are

s4d1st4u: your hands are shaking

she looked down at her hands and immediately tried to still them, but it was too late.

he'd already seen.

s4d1st4u: what's wrong, baby?

s4d1st4u: something on your mind?

"no," she said quickly. "i'm fine."

s4d1st4u: you don't seem fine

s4d1st4u: you seem scared

her breathing hitched.

s4d1st4u: take off the mask

"i can't—"

s4d1st4u: or are you too shy to face me again after the party?

your heart stopped.

completely.

the words on the screen blurred for a second as your brain tried to process them.

the party.

his room.

again.

oh god.

oh god.

your hands went rigid on your thighs, every muscle in your body locking up at once.

he knew.

he knew.

your breathing stopped—just completely seized in your chest—and you stared at the message like it might disappear if you blinked hard enough.

but it didn't.

it just sat there.

mocking you.

or are you too shy to face me again after the party?

your mind was racing, spiraling, trying to figure out how—

the bra.

fuck.

the black lace bra you'd worn that night. the same one you'd worn on stream.

he'd seen it.

he'd put it together.

and now he was sitting there on the other side of the screen, watching you panic, knowing exactly who you were.

your pulse was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

your vision tunneled.

you couldn't breathe.

"what?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

but you already knew.

you knew.

gotcha.

s4d1st4u: you heard me

s4d1st4u: the party. last week. my room.

s4d1st4u: you wore that black lace bra. the same one you wore on stream the other night.

her hand flew to her mouth.

"oh my god."

s4d1st4u: yeah

s4d1st4u: i know, baby

"you—" she was shaking now, full-body trembling. "you knew?"

s4d1st4u: figured it out after our last session

s4d1st4u: the way you move. the way you sound. the way you respond to me.

s4d1st4u: it's you

she was spiraling—he could see it. her hands clutching at the fabric of her bodysuit. her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

"how long—"

s4d1st4u: does it matter?

s4d1st4u: i know now

s4d1st4u: and i know YOU know

her eyes went wide.

"what—"

s4d1st4u: you saw my face last session

s4d1st4u: recognized me

s4d1st4u: and you've been trying to hide it ever since

"oh my god," she whispered again. "oh my god, sukuna—"

s4d1st4u: say it again

"what?"

s4d1st4u: my name. say it again.

she was silent, her whole body shaking.

s4d1st4u: come on, baby. you've been moaning for me for weeks.

s4d1st4u: let me hear you say my actual name

"sukuna," she breathed, and it came out broken.

desperate.

and fuck, hearing it like that—breathy and terrified and real—

he was already hard.

s4d1st4u: good girl

s4d1st4u: now take off the mask

"i—i can't—"

s4d1st4u: yes you can

s4d1st4u: we both know who you are now

s4d1st4u: and you know i caught you trying to hide it

s4d1st4u: so stop pretending

her hands moved slowly, shakily, reaching up toward the ties of her mask.

and then she stopped.

"you're an asshole," she said, but there was no heat in it.

just shock.

just defeat.

s4d1st4u: and you've been getting off to this asshole for weeks

s4d1st4u: knowing exactly who i was

s4d1st4u: so what does that make you?

she laughed—short and breathless and a little hysterical.

"i hate you."

s4d1st4u: no you don't

s4d1st4u: now take it off

and finally—

finally—

she did.

the mask slipped off.

and there she was.

y/n.

flushed. wide-eyed. lips parted.

staring directly into the camera like she was staring right at him.

sukuna's breath caught.

fuck.

she was even prettier than he remembered.

"happy now?" she asked, her voice shaking.

s4d1st4u: very

s4d1st4u: now we can really have some fun

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

exposed - chapter 10

the first thing she saw was his chest.

broad. defined. the kind of body that came from hours in the gym, all sharp lines and muscle. her eyes traced up—collarbones, strong neck, sharp jaw—

and then his face.

the sharp angle of his jaw. the pink hair falling messily across his forehead. those dark eyes, intense and focused, locked directly on her through the screen.

and that smirk.

that fucking smirk.

her entire body went rigid.

no.

no.

no no no—

her brain was screaming.

because she knew that face. knew that energy. knew the way his eyes looked when he was about to devour something.

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—

it was sukuna.

it was sukuna.

the guy from the party. the guy who'd pulled her upstairs. the guy who'd looked at her in his room like he wanted to tear her apart.

sukuna.

her heart was pounding so hard she thought she might pass out. her hands were shaking. her entire world had just tilted on its axis and she couldn't—she couldn't—

no no no no no.

she couldn't breathe.

"holy shit," she managed to say, forcing the words out even though her voice was barely steady.

his smirk widened.

"yeah?" his voice came through her speakers, low and rough and familiar in a way that made her stomach flip. "you like what you see, baby?"

confident. cocky. like he knew exactly what effect he was having on her.

she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry, trying desperately to keep her composure even though every nerve in her body was screaming abort abort abort.

"i—yeah. you're—"

"i know," he said, cutting her off. his hand came into frame, and she watched as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. "been waiting to show you."

her thighs clenched involuntarily.

he was big. even through the fabric, she could see the outline of him, thick and hard and—

focus. fucking focus.

she couldn't let him know. couldn't let him see that she recognized him.

"now," he said, his voice dropping lower. "let me see you ride that thing."

her breath hitched.

"what?"

"you heard me." his eyes dragged down her body on screen, taking in the burgundy lace, the way the dildo was still buried inside her. "ride it. show me how good you can take it."

her heart was racing. she adjusted slightly, her hands bracing on her thighs as she lifted herself up slowly, feeling the toy slide almost all the way out before sinking back down.

she moaned softly, her head falling back, trying to lose herself in the performance even though her mind was spiraling.

it's sukuna it's sukuna it's fucking sukuna—

"eyes on me," he commanded.

her gaze snapped back to the screen.

he'd pushed his sweatpants down now. her breath caught as she saw him—thick, flushed, bigger than the dildo she was riding and he fucking knew it.

"see that?" he stroked himself slowly, his grip firm. "that's what you do to me, baby. been hard since the second you got on camera."

she bit her lip, rolling her hips as she rode the dildo, trying to focus but completely distracted by the sight of him—by the fact that it was him.

"you look so fucking good," he continued, his voice rough. "but you know what?"

"what?" she managed, breathless.

"that toy you're riding?" he smirked, stroking himself faster. "i'm bigger."

her face flushed hot beneath the mask.

"way bigger," he added, his eyes dark. "bet i'd stretch you out so much better than that pathetic thing."

"oh my god," she whimpered, her pace quickening as she rode harder, her body responding even as her mind raced.

"yeah, that's it," he groaned, watching her. "fuck yourself on it. pretend it's me."

she moaned louder, her hands gripping her thighs as she bounced on the dildo, the wet sounds filling her room mixing with his heavy breathing through the speakers.

"faster," he ordered.

she obeyed without thinking, her body moving on instinct, she slammed herself on the dildo up n down up n down imagining of riding the fuck out of sukuna. chasing the pleasure building in her core.

"good girl," he muttered, his hand working his cock faster. "so fucking obedient for me."

he has no idea.

he has no fucking idea it's me.

the thought sent a strange thrill through her even as panic still clawed at her chest.

"you getting close?" he asked, his voice strained.

"yes," she gasped, her thighs burning as she rode harder, deeper.

"tell me how it feels."

"it feels—fuck—it feels so good, daddy~" she moaned, her walls clenching around the toy.

"not as good as i'd feel," he said, cocky as hell. "i'd fill you up so much better. make you scream my—"

he stopped himself.

her eyes widened slightly.

"make me scream what baby," she asked breathlessly, still riding, still chasing her orgasm but suddenly aware.

he smirked, recovering quickly. "make you scream for me, baby. that's all you need to know."

but something shifted.

the way he looked at her. the way his eyes traced her body like he was memorizing every detail. the possessiveness in his voice that felt less like a stranger and more like—

does he know?

can he tell?

she pushed the thought away.

"keep going," he said, his voice commanding. "don't stop until you come."

she whimpered, her pace frantic now, her body wound so tight she could barely breathe.

"that's it," he groaned, stroking himself faster. "fuck, you're so hot. wish i could feel how tight you are right now."

"oh god—" she gasped, her orgasm building fast.

"come for me," he ordered. "let me see it."

and she did.

her body seized, her back arching as she cried out, her walls clenching hard around the dildo as pleasure crashed through her in waves, thick white cum spilling down on the plastic toy.

"fuck," he muttered, watching her fall apart on screen. "so fucking perfect."

she was still trembling, still coming down, when she heard him groan—low and rough—and watched as he came too, spilling over his hand, his head falling back.

for a moment, neither of them spoke.

just heavy breathing filling the silence.

then he looked back at the camera, that cocky smirk returning.

"told you you'd like what you see."

she laughed breathlessly, her body still shaking, trying to sound normal. "you're so full of yourself."

"can you blame me?" he gestured to himself, still confident as ever. "look at me."

she rolled her eyes beneath the mask, but she was smiling even though her heart was still racing for entirely different reasons now.

"what do you mean?" she managed to say, her voice barely steady.

"i don't know," he said, tilting his head slightly. "i see... something familiar."

her blood turned to ice.

does he know?

can he tell?

she forced a laugh, trying to keep her composure even though her heart was slamming against her ribs. "i think you're just post-orgasm delusional."

"maybe," he said, but his eyes didn't leave her face—or what he could see of it beneath the mask.

he was studying her.

really studying her.

and she realized with growing horror that he was trying to figure it out too.

trying to place where he'd seen her before.

fuck fuck fuck.

she reached up instinctively, adjusting the mask—making sure it was secure, making sure it covered enough—

his eyes tracked the movement.

"you good?" he asked.

"yeah," she said quickly. "just—tired."

"mm." he leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair, and she watched as his expression shifted.

thoughtful.

curious.

like he was piecing something together but couldn't quite connect the dots yet.

"same time tomorrow?" he asked finally.

she nodded, not trusting her voice.

"good." he smiled—that same cocky, confident smile she'd seen at parties. "sweet dreams, baby."

and then his camera cut off.

she sat there, frozen, the dildo still inside her, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

it's him.

it's fucking him.

sukuna.

the guy from the frat house.

the guy who'd pulled her upstairs.

the guy who'd noticed her black lace bra and looked at her like he wanted to rip it off.

that was s4d1st4u.

her top spender.

her favorite chatter.

the man she'd been performing for, fantasizing about, getting off to for weeks.

and he had no idea it was her.

yet.

she stared at the dark monitor, her reflection barely visible in the black screen.

the mask was still on.

he hadn't seen her face.

but the way he'd looked at her—the way he'd said "something familiar"—

he was close.

too close.

and she had no idea what the fuck she was going to do about it.

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.

[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

obsessed - chapter 7

y/n woke up the next afternoon with her phone buzzing.

shoko: you alive?

she groaned, rolling over and squinting at the screen.

y/n: barely

shoko: lmao you left early last night

shoko: sukuna looked PISSED after you bounced

y/n's stomach did a weird flip.

y/n: did he?

shoko: yeah. stood there watching the door for like ten minutes

shoko: what did you DO to him

y/n: nothing lol

shoko: sure jan

y/n tossed her phone aside and stared at the ceiling.

sukuna.

she'd been thinking about him. the way he'd looked at her. the way his jaw had tightened when she danced with gojo. the way he'd pulled her upstairs and told her to stay.

and then she'd left.

good.

let him sit with it.

she spent the rest of the day trying to distract herself—scrolling through her phone, watching netflix, doing laundry. but her mind kept drifting back to him.

by the time evening rolled around, she was restless.

she checked the time.

10:47 pm.

she had a stream scheduled for 11:30.

perfect.

she got up and started getting ready.

by 11:25, she was set up.

red lace lingerie tonight—a bralette that barely covered anything and matching panties that sat high on her hips. her hair was down, loose waves falling over her shoulders. makeup done just right—smoky eyes, glossy lips.

she adjusted the camera angle, made sure the lighting was good, and took a breath.

showtime.

at exactly 11:30, she went live.

sluttymommiee is now streaming

the chat started flooding immediately.

nightowl88: mommiiiiee

tylerxo: FINALLY

markm: missed you baby

chrisp: red looks amazing on you

daddyissues47: holy shit

jaketheking: damn

mikey92: you look incredible

randomdude44: first time here, wow

y/n smiled at the camera, leaning forward just enough to give them a good view. "hi boys. miss me?"

tips started rolling in immediately.

nightowl88 tipped $220**

**tylerxo tipped $150markm tipped $125****chrisp tipped $130jaketheking tipped $107

nightowl88: always miss you tylerxo: you have no idea markm: been waiting all day randomdude44: this is insane mikey92: how are you real daddyissues47: best part of my night

y/n laughed, running her fingers through her hair. "you guys are sweet."

chrisp: sweet? we're obsessed jaketheking: facts nightowl88: when are you gonna do a private show tylerxo: i'd pay so much for that

markm tipped $400 markm: ignore them, focus on me

chrisp: lmao markm trying nightowl88: we all want her attention bro

"oo mark wants my attention i see~" and then—

s4d1st4u has entered the chat

s4d1st4u tipped $500

the chat went silent for half a second.

nightowl88: oh shit

tylerxo: he's heremarkm: damn chrisp: big spender alert jaketheking: who is this guy mikey92: he always tips like this?

s4d1st4u: just me tonight baby

she laughed, a little breathless. "well hello to you too."

y/n's eyes widened slightly.

$500 right off the bat?

nightowl88: damn someone's eager tylerxo: big spender tonight huh markm: we're here too man chrisp: yeah don't hog her

s4d1st4u tipped $1,000

s4d1st4u: i said just me

y/n felt something shift in her chest.

he was... different tonight.

more intense. more possessive.

she liked it.

daddyissues47: holy fuck jaketheking: $1000??? randomdude44: this guy is insane mikey92: damn i can't compete with that

"you're feeling generous," she said, her voice dropping lower. "what's the occasion?"

s4d1st4u: you

s4d1st4u: been thinking about you all fucking day

her pulse quickened.

markm: we all have baby chrisp: she's been on our minds too nightowl88: literally can't stop thinking about you tylerxo: same

s4d1st4u tipped $2,000

s4d1st4u: don't let them touch you

y/n bit her lip, her thighs pressing together.

what the fuck was happening right now?

jaketheking: BRO daddyissues47: this is wild randomdude44: is this normal for him mikey92: apparently

"you're being very demanding tonight," she teased, running her fingers along the edge of her bralette. "i like it."

s4d1st4u: good

s4d1st4u: because i'm not sharing

nightowl88: damn dude chill tylerxo: let us enjoy her too markm: we're all here for her chrisp: yeah man relax

s4d1st4u tipped $1,500

s4d1st4u: no

jaketheking: bro... daddyissues47: he's not playing randomdude44: this is insane to watch

y/n laughed, genuinely surprised. "okay, okay. you've got my attention."

she leaned back on the bed, letting her legs fall open slightly. "what do you want me to do?"

nightowl88: take it off tylerxo: show us everything markm: please baby chrisp: we're begging

s4d1st4u: take off the bra

s4d1st4u: slowly

she obeyed, her fingers hooking under the straps and sliding them down her shoulders. she took her time, watching the chat explode.

markm: fuck yes chrisp: so hot nightowl88: perfect tylerxo: god damn jaketheking: this is incredible daddyissues47: best stream ever mikey92: i'm in love

s4d1st4u tipped $1,000

s4d1st4u: remember who your favorite is

y/n's breath hitched.

who your favorite is.

something about that phrase made her stomach flip.

she let the bralette fall away, her breasts bare now, and she cupped them in her hands. "is this what you wanted?"

nightowl88: YES tylerxo: absolutely markm: you're perfect chrisp: touch yourself baby

s4d1st4u: yes

s4d1st4u: now touch yourself

s4d1st4u: for me

she slid her hand down her stomach, slipping it beneath the waistband of her panties.

tylerxo: god yes markm: so fucking hot nightowl88: keep going chrisp: don't stop jaketheking: this is unreal daddyissues47: i can't breathe

s4d1st4u tipped $2,000

s4d1st4u: ignore them

s4d1st4u: just me baby

y/n moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit. "just you daddy?"

s4d1st4u: just me

she didn't know why, but the possessiveness in his messages was turning her on more than usual.

he was always a big tipper, always engaged, but tonight he was obsessed.

and she fucking loved it.

markm: we're here too tylerxo: don't forget about us mommy nightowl88: we love you baby chrisp: you're so beautiful

s4d1st4u tipped $500

s4d1st4u: she's not yours

jaketheking: damn randomdude44: he's territorial mikey92: this guy is wild

"you're so jealous tonight," she whispered, her hips rolling against her hand. 

s4d1st4u tipped $500

s4d1st4u: faster

she obeyed, her fingers moving quicker, her breathing getting heavier.

nightowl88: she's so close

chrisp: come for us baby

tylerxo: let us see it

markm: you're so hot

jaketheking: this is amazing

daddyissues47: i'm losing my mind

s4d1st4u tipped $1,000

s4d1st4u: for ME

y/n's eyes fluttered shut, her body arching off the bed. "fuck—"

s4d1st4u: say my name

she froze for half a second.

say my name.

she didn't know his name.

none of them did.

but the command in his message made her dizzy.

"i don't know your name," she breathed, her voice shaky.

nightowl88: none of us do

tylerxo: mysterious

markm: tell us

chrisp: who are you

s4d1st4u: you will

and then she came, her body trembling, her moans filling the room.

the chat went wild.

tylerxo: holy fuck markm: that was incredible nightowl88: best stream yet chrisp: amazing jaketheking: i'm dead daddyissues47: that was perfect mikey92: wow randomdude44: unbelievable

s4d1st4u tipped $3,000

s4d1st4u: good girl

y/n collapsed back on the bed, her chest heaving.

she felt... wrecked.

and confused.

and so fucking turned on.

after the stream ended, she lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling.

$8,000.

he'd tipped over $8,000 tonight.

that was insane.

even for him.

she grabbed her phone and scrolled through the chat logs, reading his messages again.

just me tonight baby don't let them touch you remember who your favorite is

the possessiveness in those words made her skin tingle. he'd been so aggressive tonight, so jealous of the other chatters. it was hot. the way he'd dominated the room with money, the way he'd commanded her attention like she belonged to him.

she bit her lip, thinking about it.

but then her mind drifted to something else entirely.

sukuna at the party.

the way he'd watched her from across the room. the way his jaw had tightened when she danced with gojo. the way he'd pulled her upstairs, away from everyone, and told her to stay.

stay.

like she was his.

she rolled onto her side, her thighs pressing together.

two different guys. two different worlds.

but both of them had that same energy. that same possessiveness. that same need to have her attention all to themselves.

it was confusing.

it was intoxicating.

she grabbed her pillow and hugged it to her chest, her mind spinning.

s4d1st4u was a mystery. a voice in the dark. a wallet with no face.

but sukuna... sukuna was real. he was there. he was dangerous in a completely different way.

and she couldn't stop thinking about either of them.

she rolled over again, burying her face in the mattress.

fuck.

she didn't sleep that night.

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[heavenlycriez]

ｓｕｃｃｕｂｕｓ | frat!sukuna x cam girl y/n

games - chapter 6

y/n found herself back in the chaos of the party, shoko handing her a shot that tasted like gasoline and gojo already three drinks past coherent.

"where'd you disappear to?" shoko asked, raising an eyebrow.

"nowhere," y/n said, throwing back the shot.

"uh huh. nowhere with sukuna?"

"we were just talking." 

"sure you were."

y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling.

the party blurred together after that—dancing, drinking, laughing with her friends. she felt good. loose. the high still buzzing pleasantly under her skin.

and then she saw him.

sukuna was across the room, leaning against the wall, talking to some girl. she was pretty—long dark hair, tight dress, touching his arm while she laughed at something he said.

y/n felt something twist in her chest.

oh.

so he was like that.

a player.

she shouldn't be surprised. guys like sukuna always were.

but instead of being turned off, she felt something else entirely.

challenge accepted.

if he wanted to play games, she could play too.

she turned back to gojo, who was in the middle of some story she wasn't listening to.

"dance with me," she said, grabbing his hand.

gojo's eyes lit up. "fuck yeah."

she pulled him toward the makeshift dance floor, letting herself get lost in the music. gojo was a terrible dancer but he was fun, spinning her around and making her laugh.

y/n leaned into it, letting herself be touchy—her hand on his chest, his arm around her waist, her head thrown back laughing at something stupid he said.

she could feel eyes on her.

she glanced across the room and caught sukuna staring.

he wasn't talking to the girl anymore. he was just watching y/n, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.

their eyes met.

held.

y/n smiled, slow and deliberate, then turned her attention back to gojo.

two could play this game.

an hour later, y/n decided she was done.

not because she wasn't having fun—she was. but because she knew when to leave on a high note.

"i'm heading out," she told shoko.

"already?"

"yeah, i'm tired."

shoko gave her a knowing look. "sure you are."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing," shoko said, smirking. "text me when you get home."

y/n said her goodbyes, hugged gojo (who was too drunk to notice she was leaving), and made her way toward the door.

she didn't look for sukuna.

didn't need to.

she could still feel his eyes on her as she walked out.

and that was exactly what she wanted.

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i have this story just recently posted on wattpad, my user is juststephieee. do not translate or post this anywhere without my permission.