streamer roommate!sukuna who is impossible to live with, but the rent is dirt cheap and the view’s not bad either—when he’s not clogging the hallway mirror taking shirtless selfies or making you sit through another ten-minute monologue about how twitch “doesn’t deserve him.”
streamer roommate!sukuna who decides to do a hot tub stream on a random thursday night, which you find out about only after walking into the shared kitchen and seeing him shirtless, tattoos on full display, rubbing baby oil across his abs with a smug little glint in his eyes. he tells you he needs “maximum shine,” and asks if the lighting makes his chest look bigger. you don’t answer. because it does.
streamer roommate!sukuna who doesn’t bother explaining himself. just drags your patio tub in front of the window, fills it halfway, throws some LED strip lights around the edge, and hops in like it’s the most normal thing in the world. water sloshing everywhere. condensation fogging the windows. his chat is already a mess before he even hits go-live.
streamer roommate!sukuna who flexes obnoxiously for his followers, wet muscles rippling under shitty colored lighting, sweat and steam and water all clinging to his skin like it’s curated. he reads out usernames like they’re thirst traps, voice low and raspy, lips curling into a grin every time someone drops a dono asking to see more of his tattoos.
“RAW RAW RAW RAW RAW RAW NEXT QUESTION”
“DADDY TAKE THE SHORTS OFF”
“i have something innapropriate to say.”
“born to ride forced to scroll.”
“READY? SET... GOON!”
“sukuna lookalike contest in my room rn”
streamer roommate!sukuna notices your username in the chat mid-rant. you weren’t even gonna watch—but the living room’s only ten feet away, and he’s being so loud about it. so obnoxiously hot about it. so you click in, just to lurk. just to see what the fuss is about. and then he says your name.
like out loud. on stream.
“oh? you’re here now?” he says, smirking into the camera. “chat, behave. my roommate’s watching.”
the comments explode.
“ROOMMATE FACE REVEAL”
“WHY DO YOU SOUND DIFFERENT WHEN YOU TALK TO HER”
“oh he’s in love.”
“tell her to sit on your lap rn”
streamer roommate!sukuna who keeps looking at your name in chat, even after you stop commenting. especially when satoru shows up.
moderator!satoru, his longtime mod-slash-nemesis, who knows exactly how to get under his skin. his chat name is always in all caps, and he types like a menace.
“BRO WHY YOU MOANING WHEN YOU STRETCH LMFAO”
“ARE YOU GONNA FLEX OR FUCKING EVOLVE”
sukuna’s face darkens immediately. you can see the vein in his temple twitch. he’s halfway through calling satoru a “bleach-haired bitch” when someone donates twenty bucks to ask if he’s single.
and he pauses. just for a beat. then shrugs. “i guess it depends on her.”
you should close the stream. should roll your eyes, pretend you didn’t just spend the last ten minutes sitting cross-legged on the couch with a pillow pulled over your lap and your name lit up in the corner of his screen like a neon sign. but your thumb hovers. doesn’t swipe. not even when the chat loses its mind again.
“HE’S IN LOVE I’M CRYING”
“no bc that was personal”
“roommate get in the tub rn i’m shaking”
streamer roommate!sukuna who goes quiet when someone drops a $200 donation. no message. no request. just money on the table and a silent dare in the air, and suddenly the whole stream feels heavier. hotter. more real. his smile twitches, but he doesn’t say thank you. doesn’t even blink.
no message. no emoji. no nudge or wink. just a fat stack of cash dropped into the chat like a rock in a pond, and sukuna going dead silent as the alert pops on screen. you watch his face shift—eyebrows twitching, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek like he’s holding something in. his gaze skims across the screen.
he just looks toward you.
streamer roommate!sukuna who doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t beg. just grins into the mic and says, “c’mon, baby. you have to now,” in that low voice that makes your stomach clench and your thighs press together on instinct. he knows how to play his audience. worse—he knows how to play you.
streamer roommate!sukuna who watches you from the tub like a king waiting for you to fold. when you say “absolutely not,” he shrugs like he expected it. like he knew you’d give in anyway. “don’t be rude,” he says, like the two hundred bucks isn’t burning a hole in your resolve already.
streamer roommate!sukuna who doesn’t say anything else. just waits. while the chat eats it alive.
“PLEASE OMG”
“IS SHE ACTUALLY GONNA???”
“I’M BARKING SO LOUD RN”
streamer roommate!sukuna who doesn’t even pretend to be surprised when you stand up, face burning, hoodie off, legs bare, just a simple bikini. he doesn’t say a word as you cross the room barefoot, so awkward and absolutely pissed at yourself for caring, for watching, for clicking in at all. he just watches you step into the tub like it was inevitable. like this was always gonna happen.
streamer roommate!sukuna who laughs when you try to sit beside him. “nah,” he says, voice warm, hands already sliding beneath the water. “closer.”
and he pulls you onto his lap like it’s casual. like it’s funny. like there’s not a camera still streaming to thousands of people and your tiny little bottoms are soaked and riding up and you can feel everything. thighs spread over his, water lapping at your hips, cock hard against your core through the fabric.
streamer roommate!sukuna who smiles when you freeze.
“don’t look so shocked,” he murmurs, mouth low against your cheek. “you wore this tiny little bikini in front of five hundred people. what’d you think was gonna happen?”
streamer roommate!sukuna who keeps talking to the chat like nothing’s happening, flexing his arms behind you, laughing at donos, reading usernames while his thumbs are tracing lazy little circles on your bare hips beneath the water. he makes sure his viewers know you’re nervous. he says it out loud. "she's nervous, chat. be nice to her."
streamer roommate!sukuna who leans in like he’s about to whisper something sweet. doesn't. he bites the shell of your ear instead. just enough pressure to make you jolt. you gasp, and he smiles cause the chat goes fucking feral.
“WHAT DID HE SAY”
"god i wish that was me"
“IM SWEATING THRU MY CLOTHES”
“I NEED TO LIE DOWN”
streamer roommate!sukuna who stares straight into the camera after that. eyes low-lidded, cocky as hell. the water beading down his neck as if he was shooting in a magazine.
“might be time to switch platforms, yeah?” he murmurs, eyes flicking to the camera. “somewhere a little less… pg.”
streamer!sukuna x reader | m.list | not proof read!
streamer!sukuna, who think’s events like Twitchcon is stupid, but attends anyway for his fans.
streamer!sukuna, who forces editor!gojo and twitchmod!toji to set up his booth. “A little to the left, it’s crooked.” Gojo groans, pushing his glasses up. “Or YOU come and do it yourself. We’re not your maids!” Sukuna tapped his finger on his chin, "Technically… You are. I pay you two… Generously I may add.”
streamer!sukuna, who groans when manager!nanami drags him to a panel, because “It’s important to be supportive.” And he was getting in the way of decorating.
streamer!sukuna, who—to no one’s paid no attention. So when you walked on stage his body jolted, like full force. Seeing as he was okay, Nanami continued watching the panel, but snuck glances at Sukuna once in a while. He looked love struck?
streamer!sukuna, who drowned out everything around him, not the crowd's questions and certainly not the other speakers on stage. Just you, the way you smiled at everyone, how you articulated your words. He was in awe.
streamer!sukuna, who lets his gaze drop a little lower, the way your outfit fit your body had his eyes trailing for a while. You wore it with confidence, like it was made for you.
streamer!sukuna, who’s heart panged a little once you left the stage.
streamer!sukuna, who’s ears perked up when you said you’ll be at your booth to meet everyone.
streamer!sukuna, went back to his booth, anxiously. He planned to go to your booth after the meet and great, and lets just say he’s not on his end game. The pen he used to sign posters had slipped out of his hand a hundred times at this point. When going to take pictures he bumped his knee getting up.
streamer!sukuna, who had just met his last fan for the day!
streamer!sukuna, walked around looking for your booth, then he realized it’s the sage green one… The one he said puts matcha cafes to shame.
streamer!sukuna, who gathered the courage to speak to you and not just stare.
streamer!sukuna, whose knees went weak when you smiled, politely introducing yourself.
streamer!sukuna, who took your hand, and yours were warm while his was cold but sweaty?
streamer!sukuna, who had never lost this much aura before—not even while playing FNAF 4. He stumbled over his words, like almost every word. You found it cute though, this intimidating 6 foot something man was nervous to speak to you? Cute.
editor!gojo who swung an arm over Sukuna, introducing himself by placing a kiss on your hand. Which earned a glare from Sukuna and a giggle from you. Gojo just shrugged, “Isn’t this the booth you said looked like a matcha shrine?” You crossed your arms, playfully lifting your eyebrows.
streamer!sukuna, whose eyes widened and tried to defend himself— in the worst way possible btw., “No- No, Not in a bad way. Y’know the color… and everything. I like matcha, and I loveee it! Totally. One hundred percent.”
streamer!sukuna, who thought it was cute. The way his entire face was almost pink now complimented his hair nicely. “So you do like matcha right?”
streamer!sukuna, who didn’t have it in his heart to say it was the worst drink he’s ever had the opportunity to taste, so he just nodded his head. “Great! Me and you tomorrow? I know this great spot downtown!”
streamer!sukuna, who stood there agape, deep in thought. You just asked him out?!? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Wait, does this mean she likes me? SHE THINKS I'M CUTE? Gojo stepped in, “Don’t mind him… He doesn’t get out…Much- Or at all by the looks of it.”
streamer!sukuna, who was still frozen as Gojo got your number and dragged him away from your booth before he combusted.
streamer!sukuna, who swerved the car when Goji told him he got your number for him while he was “starstruck”
streamer!sukuna, who forced himself to drink matcha the very next day for you as you rambled about a new game release.
