gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
overview: Seeing you two and a half years after a sudden disappearance post-graduation with a pink-haired toddler isn’t what he expected- but it definitely makes him see things differently.
Sukuna misses you and that just solidifies the fact that he wants you back.
Suki and Yuji are my babiessss.. readers
poor head can't take much more thinking
wc : 2.7k
s.masterlist | ao3 | part four
The double ding! of your phone roused you from the light sleep you were drifting into nearly an hour ago.
It had to be at least 1 am by now, and you've been avoiding your phone for what seems like hours.
You tossed and turned restlessly, trying to get back into the blissful state you were almost in, ignoring the dreaded notification bright on your phone, still unopened.
What does he even have to say to you? Would it be about Suki?
It had to be. There's no other reason for you two to talk— except for the lingering feelings you might possibly have for him. Mentioning those aren't too big on your priority list.
You can't believe you've been lying in bed, procrastinating grabbing the phone— that's stranded on your floor— only to sit there and overthink the contents of his message.
Checking it would be smarter. A grumble leaves you when you sit up, rubbing at your eyes to focus them off the side off the bed.
The moon's beams cast a soft light through your window, directly on your phone like some kind of sign from the universe. A sign that the universe is taunting you, 'you cant ignore this forever'.
Waiting didn't to see what he sent hasn't made you any less anxious like you assumed it would.
Waiting any longer probably wouldn't, either.
A small frown graces your face when you finally pick up your phone with a tentative exhale, opening your messages.
Unknown Number:
'Hey, hope this wasn't too late. Yuji enjoyed playing with Suki a lot, maybe they can have play dates when I have him- if you don't mind. Could we meet somewhere and talk tomorrow?'
'It's Ryomen, by the way.'
You blink once, staring at your phone. All of the tensity in your expression gradually washing away into a mix of calm and amused shock.
That… wasn't as bad. You feel silly for being anxious over this all day. And he wants the kids to have play dates? That's unlike the Sukuna you knew… but you welcome the unfamiliarity all the same.
A light snort leaves you when your shock subsides, and you quickly type up a response, saving his contact after you send your message.
You:
Suki would enjoy that, she doesn't get along with other kids that easily. We can talk at the same park from yesterday.
You set your phone down again, all anxieties completely erased from your mind as you snuggle back up in bed.
You can prepare yourself for that conversation later — which you aren't very worried about after noticing the easygoing, airy tone his texts had.
Maybe he wasn't too upset about everything like you assumed, and there was a chance you could be on friendly terms again.
Maybe even more. The image of you and Sukuna back together brings a dumb little grin to your face and a warm blossom in your chest.
It feels wrong to still want him—
Are you wrong to still ache for him?
To crave the ghost of his presence and the echo of his rough laughter… to feel the soft caress of his large hands on your skin, and your lips pressed against his once more?
Is it so wrong to want something he may not want to give you anymore?
That one makes your smile fade. Yeah.. it's time to go to bed, you tell yourself, deciding to shut your eyes in attempt to stop thinking and finally go to sleep.
What's more important is getting a little bit of sleep before morning comes, anyway.
The calm, quiet ambience of your apartment paired with your now settled and saddened nerves is practically a mixture of melatonin to your overworked brain, and you're deeply asleep in minutes.
The rays of the sun blaze through your window; the loud chirrup of birds outside waking you before your alarm can.
Your eyes are still shut, but you can feel the hairs tickling your nose, and soft puffs of air from Suki's breathing on your collarbones.
Suki's weight on your chest in the morning is a semi-regular occurrence, and yet seeing her comfortably asleep on your chest never fails to make you smile. You brush your fingers through her soft curls, taking solace in the warmth of the sun and the comfort of your daughter.
Mornings like this were your favorite. Just you, Suki, and the plush luxury of your bed.
You stay like that for a few more minutes. Quiet, relaxed, comfortable with the outside world fading away… and right as you're dozing off, your phone sounds with a familiar double ding! on your left.
Of course he responds now. You huff, peeling your eyes open as you feel around for your phone on the bed. You tug it from under your side, careful not to jostle Suki awake when you open the text.
Sukuna:
'Morning. That's cool. We'll be there at 11.'
'Thanks.'
Did he just… thank you? For agreeing to meet up and talk? The phone falls back beside you on the bed, brain lagging at the image of Sukuna thanking you for something as simple as meeting and talking. He doesn't do that— he wouldn't do that.
At least the Sukuna you knew wouldn't. Your brows are furrowed now, in deep thought once again. How much has he changed since you've been with each other?
Another question you're left with for now. A question you don't really have the time to dwell on as Suki is stirring on top of you.
"Mama..?" Her small voice murmurs, drowsy confusion woven into it. Suki's hands rub at her eyes, face scrunched, and brows furrowed.
You sit up, moving Suki with you, "Good morning sweetheart. You snuck into my bed again, sneaky girl." A playful raise of your brow and your mock stern expression has her giggling, leaning further against you. "I like sleepin' wif you, mama."
That makes you smile gently, letting out a breath and hugging her tighter, "I like sleeping with you too, Suki. Let's start getting ready for the day, cuddle-bug."
Getting the two of you ready for the day is an easy routine you've come to master, and soon enough you're already loading Suki and yourself into the car, starting the brief drive to the park.
"So, mommy will be having a very veryyy important question with Yuji's uncle, and you'll get to play with Yuji again. That sound like fun?" You speak softly to Suki in the backseat, who nods in return. Suki was more focused on looking out the window, lightly babbling at the passing trees and buildings— she didn't really care about what you were saying until you mentioned 'Yuji' and 'play'.
"Yuji at the park?" Her eyes light up, feet kicking with excitement.
You hum, nodding at her through the rear view mirror, "You like playing with Yuji a lot, don't you?"
Suki smiles, almost sounding sheepish, "Yuji fun."
"I think he likes playing with you too, baby."
The rest of the drive to the park was short and quiet, like most drives with Suki are. As you pull to a stop in the parking lot, you can already see a fair amount of families with their kids playing around, even some having picnics— damn, should've brought stuff for a picnic. You shake the thought off, getting out of the car and go to the back to get Suki out; She's already vibrating with anticipation and almost leaps into your arms out of her car-seat.
"The park!" Suki squeals, her hand finding yours. You hold her little hand, following down the path towards the toddler playset— where you assumed Sukuna and Yuji would be. "Hm. I think they'll be here soon-"
"Sukiiiiiiii!!!" An earsplitting, high pitched shriek interrupts you from past the tiny slide to your left, where Yuji and Sukuna are walking over— well, where Sukuna is walking over. Yuji has already abandoned his uncle and started rushing over to you with a beaming smile.
"Yujiiiiii!!" Suki lets out a shriek of her own, bouncing up and down beside you when Yuji skids to a stop in front of the two of you, chubby face flushed.
"I thought Uncle Kuna was lyin' again-"
"I don't lie to you, brat!" He barks, now standing in front of you, glaring down at his cheery nephew who completely ignores him, clinging to your leg. You stifle a laugh at their exchange, pretending to clear your throat behind your fist when you notice Sukuna's intense scowl is now aimed at you.
Yuji tugs at your pants, both his and Suki's eyes pleading up at you, "Can we go play, Suki's mommy?!?" "Pleeeeaaase mama?" Suki bats her lashes, tugging at the other side of your pants. They were both too cute for you to say no— its not like you would have said no, anyway.
"Of course you can go play, have fun!" You smile at the toddlers, encouraging them with a wave and they waste no time running off, leaving you and Sukuna alone.
Sukuna hasn't said anything yet, still continuing to stare at you. You feel like he's picking you apart piece by piece the longer he stays quiet, you wish you could just read his mind. The silence between you two is somewhat strained, but not too uncomfortable or unfamiliar. Just.. two people who don't know how to talk to each other anymore.
You're hesitant to meet his eyes, and he notices immediately, gruffly motioning to a nearby bench. "How- how was your morning?" Sukuna asks huskily, sitting down on one edge of the bench.
You eye the space beside him, taking an uncertain seat next to him— with just enough space between you so you aren't too close. The wind blows through your hair, drawing Sukuna's attention to your features; eyes trailing over you, taking in the flutter of your lashes and your plump lips…
"It was good… how about yours?" You respond politely, fingers twitching in your lap. The heat of his gaze feels like it's burning on your skin, the seconds dragging on before he eventually grunts out a "fine."
And now the two of you are back in silence. Despite how awkwardly quiet you two are, the park does a good job of filling in that tension. The rustling of leaves blowing in the wind and screaming laughter of kids is grounding, somehow.
"Do you still talk to anyone from college?" Sukuna leans back on the bench, searching you with a sideways glance.
You shake your head, sheepishly. "No.. I kinda ghosted everyone. I was too busy taking care of Suki."
He chuckles, nodding. "Sounds like you.. she's a cute kid."
You smile faintly, agreeing with a nod of your own. "She is."
Before it falls back into complete silence again, you take the liberty to put aside your unease and address the fact that Sukuna is Suki's dad. A fact that's obvious, yes, but it still strains you to have to tell him.
"I think we both know what I'm going to say next, and there's no other way to admit it than to just say it." You take a deep breath, fists clenched in your lap and your heart hammering harder than you think it has in a long time.
It's hard for you to even look at him as you open your mouth to continue— only to be interrupted by the low timbre of his voice.
"She's mine."
The languid knowing tone Sukuna has nearly washes away the chagrin you've been feeling, words faltering on your lips as you finally spare a glance at him. And you really wish you hadn't — those sharp red eyes are impossibly softened while he watches Yuji and Suki play together — it's clear he has a soft spot for kids, and you hate that it makes him more attractive.
Your mouth goes dry, trying to reel your thoughts back to the topic at hand. Focus and be honest with him, the tiny voice in your head reminds you. A terse nod confirms what's already known between you two; Suki is his daughter.
"Yeah, she is." You swallow, looking at your shoes now. "It was obvious, I know."
A humorless chuckle leaves you, voice lowering. Quiet and heavy with shame; "I just- I didn't want to tell anyone I was pregnant back then, I was too embarrassed… too prideful."
"We… weren't good to each other, and I wasn't even sure if you would've wanted to do that— be a dad."
Sukuna drags his eyes away from the toddlers, attention returning to you and his stare trained on your lips whilst you explain yourself. If this was less important he'd only be half listening to what you were saying, he tells himself; rather thinking about how your plump lips would feel on his after so long.
"I get it." Though he wishes you would've told him in the past, he does agrees with you.
As much as his heart covets to had been there with you; watching your belly grow, taking care of you and your baby, he knows the both of you would've only stressed each other—and Suki— out. That wouldn't have been good for any of you.
Sukuna sighs, "I don't blame ya, I wasn't the most reliable then, 'M sorry. About everything. I've changed 'nd grown up." He pauses for a moment, jaw clenching anxiously when he mutters his next words. "If I said I want to be there for her— for both of you— would you let me?"
Your head whips over to him, lips parted. "What?"
"I want to be in her life— and yours. Will you let me try?" Sukuna restates firmly, but there's a slight pleading edge to his words. His face does nothing to betray how his heart skips a beat when your eyes meet.
You're stuck in appall, staring up at him. He wants to be in Suki's life and yours?? You wouldn't have to do everything alone anymore, and you'd have someone to talk to again. Wait- this has to mean he still feels something for you, or else he wouldn't have mentioned your life…
"What're you thinkin' about?" His voice breaks you from your thoughts, your cheeks heating under his curious gaze, and brows relaxing. "Nothing. I just.. uh.. was thinking of dinner later. Rice and stuff." You bite the inside of your lip, disregarding the doubt painted all over him. Your lie wasn't that obvious, and despite his skepticism he doesn't press further— which you're thankful for.
"I think we can come up with something- for Suki. I'd like for you to have a relationship with her." You murmur, eyes following Suki just a few feet away. She didn't deserve to be isolated like you had been for the beginning of her life. She deserved to have another parent, and to know the rest of her family. You nod, your expression relaxing. "We'll figure it out."
"I didn't only ask for her sake," Sukuna's head tilts, and you can feel his stare growing heavier by the second— all concentrated on you and your micro expressions. It's intense. It's distantly familiar to your mind, and makes your heart race.
"Oh." You blink. It takes everything in you to not react to his proximity and those smoldering crimson eyes. Guessing he isn't too upset with you at all.
Sukuna doesn't take his eyes off of you, making sure you're looking into his eyes when he speaks again, "I want to be in your life again. Not just 'cause of Suki, but 'cause I never stopped wanting you. Hadn't wanted anybody since you."
Oh… what a bomb.
You feel frozen at his admission, and you can tell from the wistfulness of his expression that he's serious. Your heart feels overwhelmed with trepidation, worry, and —unsurprisingly— hope. Hope that you won't act on, though. He'll have to work to win you back, regardless of what your heart wants.
"Sukuna-"
"That's fine. I can prove myself to you, show you how much I've changed. Show you that you can trust me." You're it for me is what he doesn't say out loud. Sukuna was already prepared for your denial, and he knows he has work to do before you even consider being with him permanently. In his mind, anything was worth it for you.
a/n: what are our thoughts on this one 👀👀? where will you guys' relationship go..👀👀👀 i didn't even know this was gonna be THIS long😭 i appreciate every comment, like, and reblog❤️ if you want to be added to the taglist don't be afraid to comment! i hope you all enjoyed this one, part 4 will be out in at least 3-6 days (or whenever i feel like updating lmao)
11. nerd!sukuna when he has to ask the frat bros to babysit yuji
chapter index
contains: fluff, crack, frat antics, baby yuji, some of the jjk men as frat boys, 2.3k words
note: thank you to @leoandbeholdclark for this fun idea!
The frat house is usually filled with sounds of boisterous laughter or yells for the remote, but today it sounds like a baby's coos and impending doom.
Because Yuji is here and his uncle is running super late.
When Jin dropped him off, he was skeptical at the sight of scarred-lipped Fushiguro answering the door and filling out the frame. Then the dark-haired man cracked a smile and snickered.
“Who turned Sukuna into a baby?”
The dad did not know how to react to that but luckily Nanami pushed past him with an apologetic smile and explained the situation, assuring the man that his son was in safe hands, took his number and promised frequent updates with photographic evidence. At ease, Jin left.
“Who turned Sukuna into a baby? You're so dumb sometimes, Toji,” Nanami sighs as he takes the baby carrier inside.
“Don't be mean, Ken. It was a little funny,” the other man insists, following behind and closing the door.
A few minutes later, Fushiguro, Nanami, Geto and Gojo are filed into the living room, staring at the pink-haired baby like he's an anomaly.
“He’s looking at me,” Toji whispers loudly. He's currently frozen in a lunging position, dangling a dirty rugby sock in front of eight-month-old Yuji. “Why is he looking at me like I’m a delicious snack? I’m the snack for the ladies, not for a guy who can’t even hold his own head up.”
“Actually, he has excellent head control,” Geto says, not looking up from his phone. Geto is the calm one, the secret weapon who has two younger sisters and a disturbing amount of knowledge regarding latching techniques. “And don’t use the sock. He’ll get a staph infection. Use the rubber duck Gojo bought.”
Gojo, the eccentric president, is currently wearing the rubber duck as a ring. “I named him Quackimus Prime. He’s part of the brotherhood now.”
He then turns to the baby, who is sitting on a yoga mat, looking gloriously round and content. “Yuji, my man, the vibe check is immaculate. You’re thriving.”
“We are not thriving,” Nanami interrupts, the serious, stressed-out man. He is calm but vibrating with anxiety inside, holding a bottle like it was a live grenade. “The instructions said 180ml of water to six scoops of powder. But the scoop was heaping. Does a heaping scoop count as one or 1.25? If the caloric density is off, do we stunt his growth? Will he be too short for the front row?”
From the corner of the couch, Stoner Choso blinks slowly. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes, practically a part of the furniture so no one counts him. “He’s so… dense,” he murmurs, his voice sounding like it was underwater. “He’s like a little, happy planet with his own gravity. I feel pulled in, man.”
The chaos peaks when the "stomach gurgle" happens. It is a sound that silences the room—a wet, tectonic shift from within Yuji's diaper.
“Code Brown!” Gojo yells, diving behind a beanbag. “Toji, you’re the wing, you have the fastest hands! Get in there!”
“I am a lover, not a plumber!” Toji recoils, tripping over a discarded scrum cap.
“Everyone, shut up!” Geto commands, finally standing, tying his dark hair up. He grabs a pack of wipes with the cold precision of a surgeon. “Nanami, hold the ankles. Toji, distract him with the 'I’m a Little Teapot' dance. Choso, just… keep existing. Gojo, get a fresh diaper.”
The next five minutes are a blur of frantic wipes and Nanami nearly fainting. Yuji, for his part, thinks the panicked screaming is a comedy special designed specifically for him. He lets out a loud, wet giggle, kicking a chubby leg and successfully hitting Nanami in the chin.
“He’s mocking me,” Nanami sighs, wiping a stray drop of lotion off his cheek.
Once the "biohazard" is contained, the energy shifts. Geto hands the warm bottle to Choso—the only one calm enough not to startle the baby—and the high, quiet brother gently cradles the tiny human.
The frat house falls into an uncharacteristic hush as Yuji chugs his milk, his heavy eyelids fluttering like Choso's.
By the time their teammate bursts through the door, sweating and apologizing profusely, he stops dead.
The five toughest guys on the rugby pitch are huddled on the floor. Yuji is fast asleep in a nest made of team hoodies. Toji is scrolling through "baby-safe organic purees," Nanami is asleep sitting up, and Gojo is whispering a solemn oath of initiation to the sleeping infant, holding a red baseball cap over him like it's a rosary.
“How was he?” Sukuna asks as he walks over, peering at his nephew to make sure they didn't accidentally lose the baby and kidnap another with pink hair to fool him.
Birth marks under his eyes—check. Fat bottom lip—check. Dark roots—check. The little scar on his chin from when he headbutt the counter—check. The beauty mark on his foot—check.
Sukuna sighs in relief.
“He’s the new Team Captain,” Gojo whispers back. “But we’re gonna need more ducks.”
“For you or for him?”
Puffing out his chest, Gojo preens. “For the brotherhood.”
Gojo, with money to waste, actually did get ducks, all personalized to look like the brothers.
And apparently they liked being babysitters for the day so much that they begged Sukuna to bring Yuji to practice one day.
The rugby pitch had seen blood, sweat, and tears, but it had never seen a high-end, shock-absorbent jogging stroller parked on the sidelines next to a pile of muddy cleats.
“Listen up, maggots!” Gojo shouts, snowy brows knotted and blue eyes cold, standing atop a water cooler. He is wearing his referee whistle and a baby carrier strapped to his chest, Nanami close by because he doesn't trust the fucker won't fall.
Yuji is tucked inside, wearing a tiny, custom-made jersey that reads “LIL' SCRUM” on the back.
“Practice is still on, but we have a High-Value Asset in the drop zone. If any of you kick a ball toward the stroller, you’re doing a hundred burpees. If you wake the Asset, you’re doing a five hundred.”
The team gives him incredulous looks. How exactly does he expect them to be quiet during an intense game like this where grunts and collisions and such are the norm? But none of them argue lest they're benched again like the last time they called his sunglasses stupid since it was nighttime.
Nanami is pacing the touchline with a clipboard. “The humidity is rising, Gojo. According to my weather app, the dew point is reaching 'fussy' levels. We have exactly forty-five minutes before the nap-regret sets in.”
Geto is already on the grass, expertly taping a teammate’s ankle while simultaneously checking the temperature of a backup bottle against his wrist. “He’s fine, Ken. The white noise of the grunting and hitting actually mimics the womb. It’s soothing.”
Toji, however, is struggling. He is supposed to be practicing his sprints, but a group of girls from the volleyball team had spotted the baby.
“Oh, him?” Toji says, leaning casually against the stroller and flashing his winning smile.”Yeah, he’s my nephew. Well, he’s basically my ward. I’m teaching him the fundamentals of the game. It’s about discipline, you know? And soft textures.”
“Fushiguro, get back in position!” Gojo yells because apparently the rules never apply to his loud ass. “Yuji doesn't care about your rizz. He cares about the offensive line!”
The practice is the most coordinated the team has ever been. Usually, they are a chaotic mess of missed tackles and shouting.
Today, they move like a silent Special-Ops unit. Every time a whistle blows, they look at the stroller in terror, freezing like they triggered the timer for a bomb. When the heavy-hitters collide in a scrum, they do it with a muffled ‘oomph” instead of their usual war cries.
Stoner Choso is sitting on the grass near the stroller, his job being “The Human Shield.” He is staring intensely at a blade of grass as if he sees something no one else does. With his bloodshot eyes, maybe he does.
“The wind,” Choso whispers to the baby. “It’s coming from the East, Yuji. It carries the scent of the dining hall's taco Tuesday. Stay strong, little man.”
Suddenly, the "Asset" stirs. The baby lets out a soft, experimental whimper.
The entire rugby team freezes in mid-play, sharp ears picking up the disturbance in the force. One player is suspended in the air during a line-out, and the guys holding him up don't dare move a muscle.
"Initiate Plan B!" Gojo hisses secret agent style.
Fushiguro immediately breaks off from his flirtation and starts doing high-knees while making exaggerated "vroom-vroom" noises. Nanami sprints over with a pacifier held out like a relay baton. Geto stays calm, stepping in to adjust Yuji's sun hat with the precision of a diamond cutter.
Yuji looks at the thirty sweaty, hulking men staring at him in breathless silence. He looks at Gojo's whistle. He looks at Fushiguro's ridiculous "vroom" face.
Then, he lets out a massive, toothless grin and a happy shriek that echoes across the field.
The team erupts into a silent, frantic celebration—aggressive fist-pumping and silent jumping jacks. They have survived the sideline.
“He's a natural,” Gojo wipes a theatrical tear from his eye. “Get him a contract. He's got the best morale-boosting stats in the league.”
“What did I miss?” Sukuna asks, returning from a physics practical, adjusting his gear and booping his nephew's nose who immediately grabs onto the finger.
Gojo looks at him as if he's a complete idiot for not knowing, spreading his arms wide as he scoffs. “Only history in the making, Sukuna. Get your head in the game.”
After practice, the men's locker room that's usually a sensory nightmare of mildew, Axe body spray, and testosterone is clean for once. No cleaners to credit as the frat brothers had personally decided to take accountability yesterday and give the place a well deserved scrub down. Now it smells like lemon and soap.
But when Jin, Kaori, you and a small entourage of confused sorority sisters who came to see the baby push open the heavy double doors, the silence is absolute.
It looks like a renaissance painting of a battlefield, if the soldiers had been defeated by a ten-pound infant.
Thirty hulking rugby players are scattered across the floor, draped over benches and leaning against lockers in various states of unconsciousness.
Toji is sprawled out on a massage table, still clutching a half-empty bottle of hypoallergenic lotion like a teddy bear.
Nanami is curled in a fetal position near the ice baths, his clipboard resting on his chest with a meticulously drawn "Nap Trajectory Graph" taped to it.
In the center of the room, Gojo, the president, is slumped in a folding chair. He has a pink burp cloth draped over his shoulder like a medal of honor.
And there, in the middle of a literal mountain of folded team jerseys, sits Yuji.
He is the only one awake. He looks radiant as he's chewing on Geto's expensive, new custom-molded mouthguard that he hasn't used yet and sterilized beforehand, staring at a peeling beer sticker on the ceiling with the intensity of a grandmaster.
Geto himself is facedown on the carpet next to him, one protective hand still resting on the edge of Yuji's jersey-nest.
“Oh my god,” you whisper in delight, your phone already out and recording. “Is... is everyone dead?”
“They’re not dead,” whispers Stoner Choso from a dark corner, startling you all. He is the only one whose eyes were open, though he is currently wearing a traffic cone on his head for reasons no one would ever be able to explain. “They’re just... spent. The Asset is secure. The perimeter is held.”
Sukuna, who had literally only left for five minutes to go get the pizzas they ordered, sets them down on a bench and steps over a sleeping prop-forward to scoop up his nephew. “Hey, little man. Did you break the team?”
Yuji lets out a triumphant, spit-flecked screech.
The sound acts like a physical blow.
Gojo bolts upright, his cerulean eyes bloodshot and wild like a veteran with PTSD. “DO NOT ENGAGE!” he roars, pointing a finger at Sukuna. “THE NAP IS LAVA! IF HE WAKES UP, WE HAVE TO DO THE TEAPOT DANCE AGAIN!”
“Gojo, babe, it's okay,” you giggle, stepping forward to pry the mouthguard out of Yuji's hand. “His parents are here to take him home. You guys did... well, you did something.”
“He's a warrior,” Geto mutters, stirring from the floor and squinting at the light. “He took a direct hit to the face with a foam roller and didn't even blink. I want him on the recruitment list for 2042.”
Fushiguro sits up, rubbing his eyes and immediately smoothing his hair when he sees the girls. "Oh, hey, girlie. Yeah. No big deal. We just, you know, ran some drills. Fostered some growth. I'm basically a child psychologist now,” he tells you.
“You have a diaper tab stuck to your forehead, Fushiguro,” one of the sisters pointed out.
He grins, not removing it as he stretches. “Maybe it's because I'm a changed man, Sarah.”
“It's Sora.”
“That's what I said.”
As Kaori and Jin head for the door, Yuji looks back over his dad's shoulder. He waves a chubby hand at the room full of broken, sweaty athletes.
“The King has departed,” Gojo whispers, leaning back into his chair as the door clicks shut.
“Someone call the cleaners. And for the love of god, someone get that traffic cone off Choso's head before he tries to eat it. You know how he gets when he has the munchies,” Geto orders and the groggy team gets to work.
“Eugh, he almost ate a urinal cake that one time,” Nanami says with a disgusted shudder that is contagious as the others catch it like a chain reaction or dominos.
“It looked like jelly,” Choso sighs wistfully.
“Yeah, but it wasn't,” Fushiguro snorts.
And suddenly, they all miss the little boy, already looking forward to the next time they get to hang out with him again.
Where in which his restless girlfriend is up at 2 am, as he lays tuckered out beside her. The constant ticking of the clock serving as a distraction to her mind.
In the quiet of the room soft grumbling can be heard next to her. That being no other than her grumpy bf Sukuna.
The mattress shifts as he turns to face you. His usual scowl lessened being that he had just awoken.
“Baby, why the fuck are you up?”, He mutters in a slumberous voice.
Eyes still adjusting to the dark room, his pink hair tufts messy.
You let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t like you purposely didn’t rest..
“Couldn’t sleep”, You mutter out softly.
Sukuna head that was previously resting on his elbow quietly examines you as you speak. He knew you had a history of troubled sleep but he began to wonder how you even functioned on such little sleep.
After a moment of silence, he finally speaks or rather gestures.
Opening his arms up making space for you to lay against him. His well-defined arms flex with that swift motion.
“C’mere”, He says gruffly eyes half open on the verge of falling back asleep.
His body was like a furnace on its own and you had already made up your mind.
Instantaneously, you crawl over to him and take your place in his arms like it was. Because it was rightfully yours!
You raise your hand to trace over his features, a vast contrast to his usual stoic expression. He looked calm.. at peace?
Perhaps due to you being in his arms or perhaps feeling your warmth against his was lulling.
His peace.
He pulls you tighter against him unconsciously. Like it was a natural instinct biologically written into him.
Not long after you feel your eyelids growing heavier.
Assuming he was asleep it slips through your lips those three words..
“I love you”..
A few moments after he muttered back.
“Love you too”.
It was moments like this when everything felt right and any worry seamlessly melts away. Being in his arms.
A/N: my first fic! How did I do!! :D .I hope you enjoy it dear reader mwa!!
synopsis . dragged by nerd!sukuna to his twin brother frat!sukunas party, what’s the worst that could happen?
cw . smut, mdni/18+, afab!reader, both twins have at least one piercing, fratkuna has multiple piercings, both have tattoos, both twins act somewhat the same, threesome, multiple positions, praise, degradation, fluff at the end, pussy spanking, spanking, teasing, fingering, oral ( m & f receiving), throat fucking, breeding, creampie, p in v, boob play, nipple sucking
authors note . i love u nerdkuna and fratkuna, not proofread im exhausted
wc . 3.1k
you’d never imagine this would happen. not in a million years. not even in your dreams did this happen, so how could it happen now?
you were in the infamous frat presidents room, ryo. the sluttiest man on campus, who also had the nerdiest twin brother on campus. kuna.
ryo was famous for getting his dick wet, throwing some of the best frat parties, and having a huge dick.
kuna, however, was known for acing all of his tests, not going out, and also for having a huge dick.
they were complete opposites, for the most part.
kuna had invited you to go to his brothers party at his house just to have some fun. the two of you needed to get out of the house, especially him.
you’d had your fair share of hook-ups, sex, parties, drugs, etc. but you’d quit doing all of that ever since you wanted to take college, and your future life seriously.
you’d met kuna after being in the same anatomy class with him, both interested in the medical field.
the two of you became good friends, staying at each others apartments and eventually moving into the others apartment together.
that was when you met ryo. you had heard of him, sure, but seeing him in your apartment, in the flesh, was something else. he was tall, black ink all over his body, piercings all over, and muscular.
of course, ryo was muscular and tall too, with piercings on his ears and a septum. he had little tattoos compared to kuna, and he had glasses. he was a straight nerd!
“this party is too loud.” you shouted at kuna, looking around.
he gives you a weird look, rolling his eyes. “obviously, dork.” adjusting his glasses, he walked over to his brother to dap him up.
you stood there, awkwardly, giving ryo a side hug and smiling. “how’ve you been, pretty?” he asked, voice tainted with playfulness.
“fine, busy with school.” you replied plainly, ignoring the heat rushing to your face just at the look at him.
kuna came to your side, pulling you closer while scowling at his twin.
“what? just being friendly, nerd. i understand it’s the first time you’ve been into a girl or whatever they say.”
kuna glares, your hip attached to his now. “that’s not true. it’s not my fault you’re the campus slut.”
it was silent for a moment before they both broke into laughter, playfully hitting each others arms.
after a while at the party, it started to die down as it got later. more people stayed wobbling out of the house, leaving it a mess.
you helped the twins clean up out of kindness, holding open a trash bag for the two as they grabbed cups and other… things on the floor.
taking the trash out, ryo walked out to the garbage bin outside, leaving you and kuna alone.
“that was fun. i’m surprised you didn’t drink.” you muttered, sipping water.
“i did, only a little. it’s kinda nasty.” kuna said, sitting on the couch. “damn… where’s the remote?” he grumbled, looking around.
ryo came back in, watching kuna search for the remote. “i lost it, dumbass. just go to my room to watch tv.”
nodding, kuna stood up and brought you along with him to the room. you immediately laid in the bed, watching the tv with him.
after a while, ryo came in to get ready for bed, laying no mind to you two. he took his shirt off, casually, his low hanging sweatpants resting on him as he laid down.
“you had a big bed.”
“i know, sweetheart.” he smirked, scrolling on his phone.
kuna sat up, taking his shirt off as well as the room suddenly grew hotter. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, crawling out of bed to stand.
“is it fine if i take my pants off, maybe? it’s too hot, and i don’t like sleeping with pants on.”
the two stared at you, then back at eachother before nodding. taking your pants off, you climbed back into bed between them, practically cushioned into the bed.
you watched the tv with them, the three of you beginning to fall asleep. you clung onto whoever you could grab onto, the other twin on the other side of your body as you all fell asleep.
the night was peaceful, filled with the soft noises of you three sleeping. the low hum of the tv, along with the occasional bark of a dog from outside attempting to interrupt your sleep.
that next morning, you woke up with groggy eyes, yawning. the chest you were laying on was warm, clinging onto them like a stuffed animal.
sitting up slightly, you looked down at the two. you held onto kuna, with ryo clinging onto your backside. you couldn’t help but stare at them, their features more evident in the sunlight.
laying back down between the twins, you wrapped your arms around kunas neck, nuzzling your face into it.
you inhaled his scent, one leg draped over his waist. his eyes opened, looking down at you. his hands wandered through your hair, lips meeting your head to give you kisses.
“baby?” he spoke, voice gruff and gentle.
you didn’t look up, latching your lips onto the spot under his ear, making him shudder.
“not here, ryos asleep.’
“so?”
“he’s my twin. this is his bed.”
“again, so?” you muttered, leaving marks on his collarbones to his neck.
you pull him into a messy kiss, hands all over eachother, oblivious to ryo waking up.
he let out a groan, looking over at the two of you on his bed. he stared for a few moments before sitting up, his hard, leaking cock pressing again his thigh.
“this is my bed, fuckin’ weirdos.”
the two of you freeze, breaking apart before ryo starts kissing on the back of your neck. he laid you down on your back, kissing your neck while kuna continued to kiss you.
you almost couldn’t believe it, you thought you’d been lucid dreaming again. there was no way in hell you were in ryo’s bed, getting shared by him and his twin.
ryo reached for the hem of you shirt, looking up for permission. you nod, too busy still making out with kuna. you gently pull kuna away, laying all the way down.
your shirt was off after a few seconds, the two of them ogling you and your breasts.
the two looked at eachother, glaring, competing in their minds on who could make you feel better.
suddenly, they both started grabbing at one of your breasts, kuna’s lips latching around your nipple.
you whine, staring down as ryo did the same. your thighs pressed against eachother, the heat on your face now burning.
the twins looked up from your breasts, eyes concentrated on your face. “uh… you’re not virgin, right? there’s no problem if you are, we just wanna make sure.”
you shook your head. “no.. i just haven’t had sex or anything like this in a while.”
ryo nods, kissing down your stomach. “ever had a boyfriend?
you nod.
“did he ever make you cum?”
kuna bursts out into a little bit of laughter, quickly composing himself, sucking on your boob again.
“…no.” you muttered, watching ryo kiss your panties, hands on your thighs.
“this okay?”
again, you nod almost immediately. he smirked, kissing your panties on where your clit would be.
you shudder at the pleasure, looking back at kuna.
kuna looked back up at you, his glasses slanted on his face.
you smiled, bringing kuna into a kiss. the kiss was messy and hot, with you letting out a moan into the kiss at the feeling of ryos lips on your clit.
you break away, hands going to his hair almost immediately as you cried from the sensitivity.
kuna looked down at the two of you, crossing his arms like a little boy. kuna smiled against your pussy, pulling back to flip you onto your stomach.
laying on his bed, ryo forced you into an arch, lapping greedily against your pussy.
“so.. shit, so fuckin’ sweet, baby. been hiding this slutty pussy from me? from us?”
you pushed your hips back against his face more, head in the sheets. your muffled moans and cries filled the room, kuna lifting your face up.
he kissed you again, pulling back to pull his sweats down. “can you please..?”
you stare at the outline of his boxers before nodding, almost drooling at the sight of just that.
he pulled his boxers all the way down, putting them to the side.
his cock was huge, one long vein on the underside of it, the tip an angry red as it leaked pre cum.
you bit your lip, just staring at it before he nudged your head forward.
snapping back into what seemed like a dream, you stroke his cock with one of your hands.
he groans, eyes snapping shut at the feeling. your hand stopped at the tip, brushing over the top with your thumb.
“shit, baby. hands feel so good..” he gritted out, grabbing a fist full of your hair.
your eyes locked onto his as you put your tongue on the tip. it swirled around it, the sounds coming from kuna making you feel hotter.
suddenly, you felt two fingers slide into your hole, curling and hitting your g-spot. crying out, you looked back to see ryo.
“didn’t wanna pay me attention then, huh? too busy stuffing your mouth full of my twins dick.”
he stopped, looking down at where your pussy was taking his fingers in.
“jesus christ, pussy sucking my fingers in.” he muttered, your pussy clenching around his fingers at the thought.
kuna grabbed your hair, putting your mouth back onto his cock. your mouth was now swallowing his tip whole, tongue working its hardest to make him feel good.
he whimpered, feeling your throat take him deeper. “so… shit, so fucking good baby. taking my dick so well.”
you clenched at kuna’s words, moaning around his shaft as ryo’s fingers pistoned in and out of your sobbing cunt.
suddenly, he pulled his fingers out. you whine at the emptiness, bobbing your head up and down kuna’s dick.
ryo laughed, gently slapping your pussy. he looked up at the two of you, reaching back down and inserting his fingers into your cunt again.
the squelching noise of your pussy around his fingers filled the room. his fingers went in and out at an overwhelming pace.
kuna looked down at you, his hand on your cheek as he fucked your throat. “doing so good for me. been dreaming about it.” he mumbled, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.
your smudged mascara and eyeliner from the night before were more messy, the tears making it more noticeable.
he smiled in an almost sick way, groaning at the feel of your tongue going under his shaft.
ryo’s fingers continued to go in and out, your pussy squeezing them as you needed your orgasm.
you pulled off of kuna’s shaft, stroking it with a hand. squeezing harder, your eyes shut as ryo laughed, hitting your g-spot one last time as you came on his fingers.
loud cries and moans filled the room as you orgasmed, kuna moving out of your way so you could lay in the pillow.
you slowly laid back down, reaching for kuna. ryo sat behind you still, kissing your body, practically worshipping it.
you stroked kuna again, hands focusing on the tip. he sat above you, whimpering and groaning at your touch.
“feels good, so good with your hands. so good with your mouth too.” he murmured, hips bucking up instinctively.
smiling, you stroked him faster, putting your tongue on his tip.
gasping and whining, he came in your mouth, some of it spilling into your hands. you looked up at him, sitting up to kiss him again.
he pulled you in almost immediately, kissing you messily. there was spit everywhere, breaking apart to lay back down.
ryo came around and kissed you as well, hand in your hair. “pussy tastes so fucking sweet, heaven in my mouth.” he mumbled into your mouth.
you hummed, pulling back. “you’re good at that.”
“what? eating you out?”
“mhm. felt real nice.”
he smiled, kuna sitting on the other side of you. his face was in your neck, inhaling your scent. “wanna be inside, please..”
kuna continued to beg, kissing down your neck as you agreed. he muttered thank you’s, finally getting to your cunt.
he stared down at you for a few minutes before sliding a finger through, your hips going up at the sensitivity.
hands now on your hips, he flipped you back on to your stomach. ryo grinned, lifting your face up to look at him.
“‘m gonna go rougher, okay sweets?” he mumbled, watching you nod under him. he stroked his cock before giving it to you, watching his brother sit behind you.
kunas cock slapped against you, your back arching more into the bed. he grabbed a handful of your ass, slapping one side of it.
you moaned, hands stroking ryo’s length. he chuckled, letting you do all the work.
you felt kuna drag his cock through your folds. whining, you backed your hips into his desperately.
he shakes his head, slapping your ass again. “just let me do this, acting all slutty for my dick after she already got some.”
ryo grabbed a fist full of your hair, your mouth latching onto his tip almost immediately.
he groaned, hips bucking up into your face, hand tight in your hair.
you continued to make eye contact, moaning around his length as kuna pinched your clit again.
“‘m gonna start pushing in, okay baby?”
you nod, jaw dropping at the stretch. your back arched as he slammed into you all the way, pulling back out slightly and slamming back in.
your hands clutchedat the sheets, finding a place on ryo’s thigh. he chuckled, nudging his cock into your mouth.
you take him into your mouth eagerly, getting pushed to take more of his cock as kuna pounded into you.
the sounds leaving your body, along with others filling the room, were ungodly.
the squelching of your pussy. the slurp that came out from your mouth when ryo thrusted into your mouth. your moans and cries as kuna filled you with his dick.
your tongue swirled around ryo’s tip, his dick all the way down your throat. he pushed your head onto it, groaning.
“fuck… so good at this, hah, can’t believe he didn’t cum sooner.”
your cheeks heated up at the thought, the thought of kuna cumming fast just from your mouth.
your thoughts were interrupted by another slap to your ass. kuna pulled your head back slightly with your hair.
he leaned down to give you a messy kiss, grabbing one of your ass cheeks. “perfect pussy, squeezing me so fucking good. gonna fill you up so deep.”
he put your head back down, slamming all the way out of your pussy and back in.
you took ryo’s dick out of your mouth, face now in the pillow. your elbows were down as you laid there, kuna’s dick abusing your used hole.
ryo stroked his cock to the sight, the other had stroking your hair.
your stomach turned to knots as you felt yourself about to cum, crying into the pillow.
“g’na cum kuna… ‘m so full…” you babbled, body shaking as he rubbed messy circles on your clit.
“cum on my dick, gonna fill this pussy up ‘til you’re, fuck, having my babies.”
your pussy squeezed and clenched harder around his dick, your orgasm crashing over you.
your back arched, legs collapsing underneath you when you came.
sobbing into the pillow, staining the pillowcase with your mascara, ryo reached under your body to grab your boobs.
kuna came inside of you shortly after, dick pistoning in and out of your cum-filled pussy.
“mindless little slut, can’t even support yourself while taking my dick. taking it like you’re cockdrunk.”
he smiled at your whimper, pulling out and kissing your spine. almost immediately, ryo going behind you, making sure the cum didn’t get on his sheets.
without giving you any time to speak, he flipped you onto your back, putting you in a full nelson.
he slammed into you, hand grabbing your hip so hard it was sure to leave bruises the next day.
your throat was raw, the only sound leaving it being soft cries and whimpers that were meant to be loud and pornographic.
he smiled, hand on your hip going to your boob to mess with the nipple. body shaking just slightly from the overstimulation, your hands found the sheets to grab onto.
his cock slid in and out of you, your pussy so wet he had to slide himself back in a few times.
“messy pussy, so tight and full it can hardly just take my dick.”
you opened your eyes to look at him. the sweat dripping from his forehead, arms strong with muscle as he fucked into you.
“so good… hah… both of your dicks so good, don’t wan’ it to end..” you babbled mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
the twins smiled, giving eachother a high-five mid fuck before kuna returned to pounding int your cunt.
“sweet pussy just sucking in, like she never wants me to leave.” he mumbled, circling your clit.
you let out a raw cry of pleasure, immediately cumming on his dick.
his eyes widened, groaning as he spilled into you. “what the— what the fuck,” he sputtered out, pulling out of your cunt.
the two watched their cum leak out of you, ryo rushing kuna to get a towel. a few seconds later the two of them cleaned you up, making sure their touches were light.
they helped you stand up to go to the bathroom, the room reeking of sweat and sex.
turning the shower on, kuna kissed your face all over before helping you in.
they joined shortly after, washing your hair with shampoo and your body with soap.
kissing and sucking in your neck, their hands moved to rub bruises or marks scattered on your body.
ryo got out first, handing you a towel and throwing another at kuna’s face. you wrapped it around yourself with what strength you had, the twins wrapping it around their lower bodies.
you laid back down on the bed with wobbly legs, head hitting the pillow.
they joined you shortly after, putting a pair of sweats on to cuddle you.
eventually, their body heat combined with the warm temperature of the room soothed you to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut.
but before you went to sleep, the only thing on your mind was how you wanted more, more, and more from the two.
Fluff | Comfort | Modern AU | Sukuna was supposed to stay safely behind a screen. Then he started feeling like home.
There's something dangerous about a boy who hides behind a screen like it's a velvet curtain.
And Ryomen Sukuna always makes sure to stay backstage of his life.
It starts simple. A random queue.
A match that should've been forgettable. Except— You hear his voice.
Low. Smooth. Slightly distorted through a headset that probably cost more than your whole setup.
"Don't push mid," he says. "They're baiting you."
You push mid anyway. You die instantly.
"...Told you."
You laugh.
He doesn't. But there's a pause—
like he's holding back one.
That's how it hooks.
After that, it becomes routine.
Private Discord calls.
Late-night games.
You ramble about your day while he listens, keyboard clicking in the background like a second heartbeat.
"Send me the assignment," he says one night while you've been staring at the damn thing for the last ten minutes.
"What—why?"
"You're struggling with it."
You squint at your screen. "Are you spying on me now?"
"...Just send it."
You do. Five minutes later—
He's explaining it to you like he's breaking a code open with his bare hands.
Clean. Precise. Annoyingly smart.
"You're actually a nerd," you say.
Silence.
Then— "...Shut up."
You grin.
Because here's the thing—
He never turns his camera on.
Not once. Even after weeks of talking.
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Hours and hours of voice, his quiet breathing, the occasional muttered curse when a game goes wrong—
But no face.
Meanwhile? You're fully visible.
Curled up in your hoodie. Hair messy. Smiling like he can actually feel it through the screen.
"You know," you say one night, chin resting on your knee, staring directly into your camera, "you're really cute."
Silence.
"...You've never seen me."
"I don't need to."
A pause. Longer this time.
"...You're weird."
"And you like it."
Another pause.
"...Yeah."
You learn him in fragments.
The way he taps his desk when he's thinking.
How his voice drops when he's focused.
The way he goes quiet when someone in-game talks to you a little too casually.
"Who was that?" he asks once.
"Just a teammate?"
"...He was annoying."
You smirk. "You jealous?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
The next day?
The same teammate never logs in again.
You don't ask.
"Did you break his computer?"
"...Maybe it broke itself."
"Uh-huh."
There's a darkness to him.
Not loud. Not flashy or anything like hatred.
Like a shadow that chooses when to move. And somehow—
It never turns toward you.
Only around you. Guarding. Watching.
One night, it's quieter than usual.
No game.
Just you and him in the call.
You're doing homework.
He's... doing whatever mysterious hacker-wizard things he does.
"Turn your camera on," you say suddenly, taking a sip of your drink.
"No."
"Why not?"
Silence.
Then, quieter— "...Don't feel like it."
You soften. Just a little.
"You know I already think you're hot, right?"
"...You say that a lot."
You lean closer to your camera, resting your cheek in your hand.
Soft smile. No teasing this time.
"I like your voice. I like how you think. I like how you explain things. I like how you get all grumpy when people talk to me."
Silence. Then—
"...I'm not grumpy."
You grin. "Sure."
A breath. You hear it.
"...You really don't think tattoos are... too much?"
There it is. The real thing. The uncertainty. The doubt.
Your voice drops, softer.
"Not even a little. I've always wanted some and even my parents have them."
Another pause.
"...They scare people."
"Good," you say simply. "Means they'll leave you alone."
"...They don't leave you alone."
You blink. And here it shows again. That quiet, protective edge.
Sharp as a blade wrapped in velvet.
"I don't want them," you say. "I've got you, don't I?"
Silence.
A soft, almost inaudible exhale. "...Yeah."
The camera never turns on that night.
Or the next.
But something shifts. Because now, when you laugh, he lingers a little longer.
When you mention a new game, it appears on your desktop a couple days later. Even the ones he silently judges.
And when someone in-game crosses a line?
They disappear fast.
One night— just once—
The camera flickers. Not fully. Just a glitch of a movement.
A hint of pink hair. Edges of glasses.
The faintest glimpse of eyes that look like they've seen too much and still chose to stay .
Then—
it's gone.
"...Connection issue." he mutters.
You smile. Soft. Knowing.
"Yeah," you whisper. "Sure it was."
And on the other side of the screen—
He doesn't deny it.
The shift continues on your end too.
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Your pencil is tapping softly on your lips, looking at the page in front of you like it's causing permanent brain damage.
"Suki, I don't get it. Help."
Silence on the other end of the call.
"...What did you just call me?"
You grin into your camera, completely unbothered. "Suki."
"...No."
You tilt your head. "No?"
"No." Then— "...Say it again."
You beam. "Sukinani."
Dead silence.
Then. A sharp exhale through his nose.
Not annoyed. Not really.
"...You're not funny."
You can hear the smirk he refuses to admit to.
"Too late," you say. "It's sticking. I'm a marketing genius!"
"...Don't push it."
"You love it."
A pause.
"...Yeah."
It gets worse for him after that.
Because you don't filter yourself. Not with him.
One night, mid-call, legs tucked under you, you just ask:
"So how tall are you?"
"...Why?"
You shrug, casual as anything.
"I don't wanna date someone shorter than me."
Silence. Then—
"...Six-three."
And that— that is when you forget your camera is on.
You bite down on your fist like you're physically trying to hold back the reaction—
Eyes shut. Shoulders curling in.
That dangerous little bite to your knuckle like—
oh no. oh that's sooooo hooooot.
You freeze.
Realization hits.
"...Wait—"
Too late. Because on the other side—
He saw everything.
You still can't see him but you can definitely hear him.
Voice lower now. Slow. Satisfied in a way that should honestly be illegal.
"...You good?"
You drop your hand completely, trying to recover.
"Yeah. Fine. Totally fine."
"Looked like you had a sudden heart attack."
You glare at your screen. "Shut up."
A pause.
"...You like that?"
You bury your face in your sleeve.
"Moving on."
And he lets you.
But you can feel it. That shift. That closeness even with in the distance.
From that moment on, he mentions his height casually.
Drops comments like—
"Had to duck through a doorway earlier."
You hate him. You adore him.
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Outside of calls—
The texts start.
At first, it's random.
Little fragments of each others worlds, but anything coming from him felt precious.
You smile so much whenever he sent a picture, even if it's not of his face, that your cheeks hurt.
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎
And then one night—
It slips. Reality slipping into your virtual bubble.
You're quieter than usual. Voice softer in the call.
Laughs are a little delayed. Like you're not present.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing."
Silence.
"...Don't do that."
You sigh. Curling tighter into yourself.
"My grandma's sick..."
The line goes still.
"...How bad?"
You swallow, your eyes distracted by something in your room.
"...Bad." You tell him briefly about your family member's condition. Enough to understand. Stopping before your voice slightly breaks. Before your eyes start to blink and sting.
He doesn't speak for a second.
Because he's choosing his words like they matter.
"...I'm sorry."
It's simple. Honest.
It lands heavier than you expected it to be.
You nod, "I just..." you start, then stop.
"...What?"
You hesitate. You laugh softly, like you're trying to hide the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest.
Because even with everything going on in your life, whenever you talk to him... Everything feels— light. Safe. Grounded.
"I wish we could meet."
Silence.
You keep going anyway.
"I feel like you give the best hugs."
And that— that hits him.
Harder than the height thing.
Harder than anything before this point in this odd relationship.
Because for once— he doesn't have any comeback. No smartass response, no rude comment. Just—
"...Yeah?"
Your voice is smaller now. Probably from how tense your chest feels.
"Yeah."
Another pause.
"...You don't even know that."
"I do."
Silence again. You hear movement on the other side of the call.
Fabric shifting. A breath. His.
"...I'd probably hold you too long."
Your lips press together. Holding back a mix of anticipation, fear, warmth and sadness.
"...I don't think I'd mind."
And for once, Sukuna isn't smug, isn't teasing or hiding behind silence and sharp edges.
He's just there. "...Good."
Soft. Certain. Grounding. Like you're within reach.
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎
From that moment on, he flickers into view.
Slowly. Piece by piece.
A shoulder in frame. The edge of his jaw. Glasses catching screen light like a secret he forgot to hide.
You don't say anything. You don't comment on it.
Just... look. And he feels it like a sixth sense.
"...Stop staring." Sukuna mutters one night, voice a little lighter than usual.
"I'm not staring."
"You're not listening."
You blink, caught.
"...I am listening."
Silence.
"What did I just say?"
"You said... something smart."
A beat. A quiet scoff.
He doesn't sound annoyed, not really. More like you caught him off-guard. Like you actually make him laugh.
"You're distracted."
You lean closer to your camera, chin in your hand, smiling like you've already been caught and decide to run with it.
"Can you blame me?"
Silence.
For once, he doesn't turn off the camera.
He stays.
Pink hair pushed back just enough by his headset.
Glasses framing his amber eyes.
Those tattoos framing the edges of his face, unfair features softened by the glow of his screen.
He glances at you.
Then away.
Then back again.
"...Focus." he mutters.
You don't. You can't.
Weeks pass like that. More glimpses. Longer moments. Less hiding.
Until one day, he doesn't flicker.
He stays on. The whole call.
And you almost forget how to breathe.
♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎
The meeting happens in a way you never expected. In all the foolish daydream you made in your mind. That— wasn't one of them.
But Sukuna— being true to himself— plans in silence.
He wakes up early. Too early.
Drives for hours with nothing but your voice in his head and your last message sitting pinned at the top of his screen.
"I'm going to see my grandma this weekend."
So he goes. Without any warning.
He just... arrives.
You're stepping out of your place, keys in hand, bag over your shoulder, your mind preoccupied somewhere else.
Then— you stop.
Because there's a man standing near the curb. Leaning against a car you don't recognize.
Tall. Too tall.
Broad shoulders. Dark clothes.
Hands in his pockets like he's holding himself back on purpose.
Your brain is slow to do the math...
But your body is quicker.
When he finally looks up. Those eyes—
you'd recognize them anywhere.
"...Suki?"
His jaw tightens. Just a muscle twitch. "...Yeah."
Everything in you stutters.
He's there. Standing a few feet in front of you.
He's real. And he's—
Unfair. Taller than you imagined.
Sharper. More imposing.
The kind of presence that doesn't ask for attention but takes it anyway.
And suddenly—
You're aware of everything.
Your clothes. Your hair. The way you're standing. The way you look.
Because standing in front of him... you feel small. Smaller than you ever felt.
Your hand instinctively smooths your shirt. You shift your weight.
Eyes flicking away.
"...You didn't tell me you were coming."
"I know."
Of course he didn't. A beat passes.
"...You gonna keep looking at the ground," he adds quietly, "or are you gonna look at me like you do on call?"
Your head snaps up.
He's watching you. Not judging. Just— focused.
Like you're the only thing that matters in his line of sight.
"I just—" you start. Your tongue fumbling on what you want to say.
You laugh nervously.
"You look..." You don't finish.
He steps closer. One step is enough to make your breath hitch.
"What?" he asks.
You swallow.
"...Really good."
A pause.
Then— that familiar, dangerous little shift in his expression.
"...Yeah?"
You nod, a little helpless now.
"Yeah."
Silence settles between you. Not awkward. Full. Taking everything in.
Because now— there's no screen. No distance. No technical difficulties.
Just him. Standing in front of you.
"...You're shorter in person," he mutters.
Your eyes widen. "Uh- I think not!"
He huffs a quiet laugh.
Real, unfiltered.
"...Still perfect height."
You freeze and narrow your eyes at him. "...For what?"
He steps closer again.
Now you really feel it.
"...For this."
He moves slowly, carefully.
Like approaching something he doesn't want to scare away.
His arms come around you.
And you don't even think.
You step into him.
The hug hits instantly. Warm. Solid.
Safe in a way that knocks the air out of your lungs.
You were right, he does give the best hugs.
One hand presses firmly against your back.
The other settles at the back of your head.
Holding you there.
And he doesn't let go right away.
"...Told you, I'd hold you too long." he murmurs against your hair.
Your fingers curl into the back of his shirt in response.
"...Told you I don't mind. You give the best hug." Holding onto him.
And for the first time since that random queue.
There's no screen between you. Just two people, finally standing exactly where they want to be.
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diligent nerd sukuna who is the most strict, grumpy, arrogant nerd you have ever met.
diligent nerd sukuna who feels the need to intervene when you sit next to him near the front of the lecture hall on the first day of class. with all the typos and mistakes you're making on your notes, he thinks it's either a fluke or a miracle that you even got into this advanced course.
diligent nerd sukuna who corrects your misunderstandings about the lecture and material as you write the information down, insulting you after the lecture for bringing a laptop for taking notes when you clearly should've brought a notebook. writing notes by hand is better for remembering the material in the long run, don't you know something so basic? idiot.
diligent nerd sukuna who nearly snaps his pencil in half when you shrug and tell him you never really take notes for most of your courses. when you tell him you never study for the exams, he really does break his pencil then.
diligent nerd sukuna who is personally offended by your unreasonably relaxed attitude and utter disregard for your academic career. he drags you to the campus library, demanding for you to sit down and learn to study. you shrug and go along with him, a coy smile teasing the edges of your lips as sukuna unknowingly makes you skip class.
diligent nerd sukuna who sits next to you and hands you a spare notebook he carries in his backpack because of course he carries an extra notebook with him, do you take him to be an idiot like you?
diligent nerd sukuna who lectures you for three hours (with 15 minute breaks in between because obviously breaks are important for absorbing the material properly) on proper studying methods and note-taking. you sit there, smiling and nodding blankly, admiring his handsome face and the muscles bulging underneath his drab clothes, wondering what his body looks like underneath.
diligent nerd sukuna who takes everything way too seriously. he'll scoff whenever you try to show him any memes or videos during the breaks, judging you for wasting your time on stupid content instead of relaxing in a more productive and useful manner, telling you to join him in stretching and taking a walk instead.
diligent nerd sukuna who doesn't understand what you find so funny about his dress sense. yes, he wears glasses, sweater vests, white button-up shirts tucked neatly into his crisp khaki pants, and sensible shoes. what do you mean it doesn't suit his personality? what do you mean his tattoos don't match the vibe of his outfit? are you trying to piss him off?
diligent nerd sukuna who gets pissed off when you tell him your grades are decent enough, so you don't see the point in studying or trying hard. you'll get your degree either way, it's not like it matters. but he scoffs, telling you that it's important to understand the material properly because if you don't, your incompetency will negatively impact everyone you interact with at your place of work once you graduate. he holds his chin high, looking down on you as he says that you shouldn't settle for less if you want the best possible outcome for yourself and for the world around you.
diligent nerd sukuna who really can't understand why the hell you stared at him for a moment before laughing and calling him cute. you really must be stupid to respond like that.
diligent nerd sukuna who patiently explains every question or concept you don't understand, despite having a grouchy demeanor about him. when he leans in close to you to look at what you've written, you can feel his body heat radiating from him, hot and inviting, the faint smell of his fresh, minty breath making you wonder what it would taste like to kiss him. the three hours pass by quickly with a tutor like him.
diligent nerd sukuna who gets the funniest, goofiest look of shock on his face for about a millisecond when you tell him you missed a class because of his spontaneous study session with you.
diligent nerd sukuna who is immediately angry that you didn't say anything about the class you were supposed to attend. he's even more livid when you shrug and say he was more interesting than your class. you still should've attended instead of skipping!
diligent nerd sukuna who looks like he wants to throttle you when you giggle cutely at his reaction, a weird feeling fluttering around in his stomach at the twinkle in your eyes. you jot down your number in his spare notebook, winking at him as you tell him to hit you up sometime for another study session.
diligent nerd sukuna who watches you leave, annoyed that you left the notebook behind. what was the point of taking all those notes if you weren't going to keep them for reviewing later? wasn't it obvious he was going to let you keep the damn thing?
diligent nerd sukuna who decides to never text or call you because you're a carefree slacker, a simpleton who flows through life all easy breezy. the complete opposite of him. he should only be surrounding himself with like-minded people who value success above all else.
diligent nerd sukuna who caves in less than twenty-four hours, telling himself he's just messaging you because it's good for him to explain the concepts to someone else to reinforce his own understanding. he's only doing this for his own benefit. it's definitely not because he can't stop thinking about your smile or laugh or the way you look at him like you want more. definitely not because of that.
diligent nerd sukuna who glares at you when you two meet again and you tease him for contacting you so soon, singsonging that he definitely likes you. he adamantly denies it, insisting that this is the last time he'll be studying with the likes of you. no, he isn't pouting. why would you even suggest that? stop laughing and let's get to work already!
