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Summary: When Suguru Geto makes a selfish wish, he gets exactly what he wants and quickly realizes the cost is far greater than he ever imagined. as your feelings for him grow into something all consuming, neither for you can escape the consequences of a love that was never truly yours to give.

A psychological horror college AU inspired by “Obsession”. Dark themes, unhealthy attachment, guilt, manipulation, and no happy ending.

Content: geto x reader, college au, modern au, no curses au, wish gone wrong, be careful what you wish for, love taken too far, graphic violence, somnophilia, obsessive!reader, yandere!reader, psychological horror, dark romance, codependency, unhealthy love, devotion becomes obsession, reader spirals, all-consuming love, possessive!reader, emotional dependence, psychological trauma, non con, manipulation, tragedy, slow descent into madness, "this isn't what he meant," guilt, obsession isn't love, horror disguised as romance, DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EATTT!!!

pt 1

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Chapter Two: Little Things

The dream was gone by the time you opened your eyes.

You stared at the ceiling, willing yourself to remember.

There had been a hallway.

Someone had called your name.

You remembered turning around.

Then...

Nothing.

You let out a quiet sigh.

"...Weird."

The feeling disappeared as quickly as it came.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

7:18 a.m.

One message from your mom.

One from Geto.

Geto: Morning. Don't forget today's quiz.

A smile crept onto your face.

You caught yourself almost immediately.

"...Why am I smiling?"

It was just a text.

Nothing more.

You unlocked your phone.

You: Thanks :) Hopefully I don't blank the second I sit down.

His reply came before you even locked your screen.

Geto: You won't.

Simple.

Short.

For some reason, it made you feel better.

"...He's just encouraging me."

You slipped your phone into your pocket and headed for class.

The campus was already alive.

Students hurried between buildings, balancing coffee cups and unfinished homework.

You walked through the Humanities Building and instinctively glanced toward the front of the lecture hall.

...

You stopped.

Why were you looking over there?

You frowned to yourself before taking your usual seat.

A minute later, someone slid into the chair beside you.

"Morning."

You looked over.

"Morning, Geto."

"You got here before me again."

"Barely."

"It still counts."

You smiled.

"You're the only person who notices."

"I pay attention."

The answer was simple.

Matter-of-fact.

For some reason, it lingered in your mind.

Before you could think too much about it, another voice interrupted.

"Suguru."

A tall student with white hair stopped beside your row.

"You left your keys."

Geto looked down at his empty pocket.

"...I did."

Satoru tossed the keychain onto the desk.

"What would you do without me?"

"Probably eat breakfast in peace."

"I shared one bite."

"You ate half of it."

"I was hungry."

Geto shook his head, though there was no real annoyance behind it.

Only familiarity.

Satoru finally looked toward you.

"So..."

A grin spread across his face.

"You're the classmate."

You laughed softly.

"I guess I am."

"I'm Satoru."

You introduced yourself.

He nodded once.

"Suguru talks about you."

Your smile faded just a little.

"...Really?"

Geto sighed.

"I've mentioned that we study together."

"Mhm."

"That's all."

Satoru looked unconvinced.

"If you say so."

The professor entered before anyone could continue.

Satoru offered a lazy wave before making his way toward the back of the room.

Class ended quicker than expected.

As students poured into the hallway, Geto adjusted the strap of his backpack.

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

The answer escaped before you thought about it.

You blinked.

"...Actually..."

You frowned.

Why had you answered so quickly?

Did you have plans?

You checked your calendar.

Nothing.

"...Yeah."

You smiled awkwardly.

"I guess I don't have anything else to do."

The strange feeling stayed with you all the way to the café.

It happened again the following week.

Coffee after Psychology.

Studying in the library.

Walking back across campus together.

It wasn't planned.

It simply became routine.

Sometimes Satoru appeared halfway through.

Sometimes he disappeared just as quickly.

One afternoon, while the three of you sat outside the student center, another student approached your table.

"Hey, Suguru."

Geto looked up.

"Oh. Hey."

She smiled politely before glancing at you.

Then back at him.

"You've been spending a lot of time together."

"We have Psychology together," he answered.

"Still."

She smiled knowingly.

"It's nice."

Once she'd walked away, Satoru looked toward Geto.

"You know what she's thinking."

"I do."

"You also know she's wrong."

"I do."

He stole one of Geto's fries.

"You should stop feeding rumors."

"I'm not."

"You kind of are."

Geto sighed.

"...Can I have my fry back?"

"No."

By Friday, the library had become your favorite place on campus.

It was quiet.

Comfortable.

You and Geto usually studied in silence, occasionally asking each other questions whenever one of you got stuck.

Today wasn't much different.

You opened your notebook.

Read the same paragraph.

Turned the page.

Stopped.

"..."

You hadn't read any of it.

You slowly flipped back.

How had you gotten to the next page?

"...Focus."

You tried again.

A few minutes later, you looked up.

Geto was writing.

You looked back down.

Not even thirty seconds passed before your eyes drifted toward him again.

"..."

You frowned.

Why?

There wasn't anything to look at.

He was just studying.

"...Everything okay?"

You looked up.

Geto had already noticed.

"Hm?"

"You've looked up a few times."

"...Have I?"

"A little."

You laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize."

"I'm just distracted today."

"It happens."

His smile was small.

Comforting.

You smiled back before returning to your notes.

Still...

You couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was different.

You just couldn't figure out what.

Later that afternoon, you left the library alone.

Geto had stayed behind to return a few books.

You walked halfway across campus before slowing your pace.

"..."

Something felt wrong.

You checked your backpack.

Laptop.

Wallet.

Notebook.

Phone.

Everything was there.

"...Then what am I forgetting?"

You stood there for another moment before giving up.

Maybe you were just tired.

The thought didn't leave until you reached your dorm.

Only then did you realize what it was.

You hadn't said goodbye.

"..."

You stared at your dorm room door.

Why did that bother you?

You'd see him on Monday.

You laughed quietly.

"I'm being weird."

You unlocked your door and stepped inside.

That night came slower than usual.

You changed into pajamas, brushed your teeth, climbed into bed.

11:43 p.m.

You reached for your phone.

No notifications.

You set it back down.

Closed your eyes.

A minute later...

You picked it up again.

"..."

The screen remained dark.

You frowned at yourself.

"What am I doing?"

You weren't waiting for anyone.

Were you?

You unlocked your phone anyway.

Your thumb hovered over Geto's name.

You stared.

There wasn't anything you wanted to say.

There wasn't a reason to text him.

So why...

You quickly locked your phone.

"No."

You placed it face down on your nightstand.

"I'm just tired."

You repeated it quietly.

"I'm just tired."

Eventually...

Sleep found you.

Suguru

The dorm room was quiet.

Satoru had fallen asleep almost an hour ago.

Suguru sat alone at his desk.

The wooden box remained hidden beneath his bed.

He hadn't touched it since that night.

Hadn't even looked at it.

"...Nothing happened."

He whispered the words to himself.

The week had been normal.

You'd laughed.

Studied.

Gone for coffee.

Everything friends did.

Nothing more.

He let out a slow breath.

"You scared yourself over nothing."

His phone buzzed softly.

Satoru: u awake

Suguru smiled despite himself.

Suguru: barely

A few seconds passed.

Satoru: good

Satoru: don't overthink things

Suguru stared at the message.

His smile faded.

How did Satoru always seem to know?

He set his phone aside and finally stood.

The room was dark except for the moonlight spilling through the window.

He knelt beside the bed.

For a long moment...

He simply looked at the wooden box.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he pushed it farther underneath until it disappeared completely into the darkness.

"...I'm done with you."

He climbed into bed.

Closed his eyes.

The room fell silent.

Minutes passed.

Then—

A soft vibration echoed through the room.

Suguru reached blindly for his phone.

Nothing.

The screen stayed black.

"..."

He frowned.

Maybe he'd imagined it.

He rolled over.

The vibration came again.

Longer this time.

Not from the nightstand.

Not from Satoru's desk.

Somewhere...

Beneath the floor.

Suguru slowly opened his eyes.

The room was perfectly still.

He listened.

Nothing.

After another minute, he laughed quietly to himself.

"...You're exhausted."

He closed his eyes once more.

Across campus...

You shifted in your sleep.

Your hand searched the empty space beside your pillow.

Like you were looking for something.

Or someone.

When your fingers found nothing...

They curled into the blanket instead.

You never woke up.

But for the first time in years...

You dreamed of the same dark eyes twice.

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a/n: shorter chapter this time sorry guys :( the next one will be longer. idk where I wanna go with this story </3

taglist: @shylia @grrrrrana @sukunasnovia @ra1nyd4yz @riritzsworld

Summary: When Suguru Geto makes a selfish wish, he gets exactly what he wants and quickly realizes the cost is far greater than he ever imagined. as your feelings for him grow into something all consuming, neither for you can escape the consequences of a love that was never truly yours to give.

A psychological horror college AU inspired by “Obsession”. Dark themes, unhealthy attachment, guilt, manipulation, and no happy ending.

Content: geto x reader, college au, modern au, no curses au, wish gone wrong, be careful what you wish for, love taken too far, graphic violence, somnophilia, obsessive!reader, yandere!reader, psychological horror, dark romance, codependency, unhealthy love, devotion becomes obsession, reader spirals, all-consuming love, possessive!reader, emotional dependence, psychological trauma, non con, manipulation, tragedy, slow descent into madness, "this isn't what he meant," guilt, obsession isn't love, horror disguised as romance, DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EATTT!!!

pt 2

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Chapter 1: First Impressions

College was supposed to feel different.

That was what everyone said.

A fresh start.

A new chapter.

A chance to become whoever you wanted to be.

Standing in the middle of a crowded campus with a backpack digging into your shoulder and an iced coffee sweating through your fingers, you felt exactly the same.

Lost.

The August heat settled heavily over the university.

Students flooded the walkways.

Some looked excited.

Some looked terrified.

Most looked like they belonged.

You didn’t.

You checked your schedule for the fifth time.

Psychology 101.

Humanities Building.

Room 204.

You were already ten minutes early.

And somehow still convinced you were late.

The lecture hall slowly filled around you.

Conversations bounced off the walls.

People introduced themselves.

Exchanged social media.

Made friends.

You opened your laptop and pretended to be busy.

It was easier that way.

If you looked occupied, people usually left you alone.

The seat beside you remained empty.

Good.

You preferred it that way.

The professor hadn’t arrived yet when the classroom door opened.

You didn’t know why you looked up.

Maybe because half the room did.

Maybe because the sudden silence caught your attention.

Or maybe because some people naturally drew attention without trying.

A tall student stepped inside.

Dark hair pulled into a loose bun.

Black shirt.

Relaxed posture.

The kind of person who looked completely comfortable wherever they went.

You watched him scan the room.

Just for a second.

Then looked away.

Because staring at strangers was weird.

Obviously.

A few girls near the front whispered to each other.

You heard one of them laugh.

“He finally showed up.”

Another rolled her eyes.

“Took him long enough.”

Apparently they knew him.

You didn’t.

And honestly, you didn’t care.

The professor entered moments later.

Class began.

You forgot about him almost immediately.

Or at least you thought you did.

Halfway through the lecture, your pen slipped from your desk.

You watched it roll beneath the row behind you.

Great.

You leaned down.

Someone else grabbed it first.

“Looking for this?”

You straightened.

The guy from earlier held your pen between two fingers.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

His eyes were warm.

Not striking.

Not dramatic.

Just warm.

Like he’d known you longer than thirty seconds.

You took the pen.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

His smile appeared briefly.

Then disappeared.

The interaction lasted less than ten seconds.

By the end of class, you should have forgotten about it.

Instead, for some reason, you remembered the exact way he smiled.

Which was annoying.

Because it wasn’t even a particularly memorable smile.

You saw him again two days later.

And then again the day after that.

The campus wasn’t small.

Yet somehow he kept appearing.

Across the courtyard.

Leaving the library.

Standing in line for coffee.

Always somewhere.

Always just long enough for you to notice.

It became a joke.

At least to yourself.

You never spoke.

You never approached him.

You simply existed in the same spaces.

Until Friday.

“You’re in Yaga’s class.”

You nearly dropped your coffee.

The voice came from your right.

You turned.

There he was.

Close enough to make your stomach twist unexpectedly.

Not because you were nervous.

Just surprised.

Probably.

“Uh.”

Brilliant.

“Yeah.”

His smile returned.

Smaller this time.

Amused.

“I’m Suguru Geto.”

The name clicked immediately.

Right.

The girls from class.

The whispers.

The way people seemed to know him.

You gave him your name.

For some reason, hearing it come from his mouth felt different.

Wrong.

Not bad.

Just strange.

Like hearing someone read a line from a book you’d never shown them.

“You’re always early.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“For class.”

Geto gestured vaguely.

“You’re usually already there when I arrive.”

The comment shouldn’t have bothered you.

But it did.

Slightly.

How had he noticed that?

You barely noticed him.

At least not enough to know when he arrived.

Right?

“You pay attention to that?”

The question escaped before you could stop it.

Geto laughed softly.

“I pay attention to lots of things.”

Something about that answer sat strangely in your chest.

Not enough to alarm you.

Just enough to remember later.

That night, you dreamed about him.

Not a romantic dream.

Not really.

You couldn’t remember most of it when you woke up.

Only fragments.

A hallway.

A voice.

Someone calling your name.

Dark eyes watching from the end of a corridor.

When you checked your phone, it was 4:12 in the morning.

Your room felt cold.

You stared at the ceiling.

Trying to remember why your heart was racing.

Eventually you fell asleep again.

When you woke up for class, you’d forgotten almost everything.

Except him.

For some reason, you remembered him.

Over the next two weeks, Geto became your friend.

At least that was the label everyone used.

Friends.

The word felt simple.

Safe.

Normal.

You studied together.

Shared coffee.

Complained about assignments.

Texted occasionally.

Nothing unusual.

Nothing worth overthinking.

But little things kept happening.

Tiny things.

Things you couldn’t explain.

The first time, you dismissed it.

You mentioned wanting to try a restaurant off campus.

The next day Geto invited you there.

Coincidence.

Probably.

The second time, you casually mentioned a book you’d loved as a kid.

Three days later he handed you a used copy.

Coincidence.

Again.

The third time felt stranger.

You never told him your birthday.

Yet somehow he knew.

The realization lingered longer than it should have.

When you asked how, he simply smiled.

“I heard someone mention it.”

Maybe he had.

Maybe you were being weird.

Maybe you were imagining things.

You wanted to believe that.

You really did.

The problem was that thinking about Geto was becoming easier.

Too easy.

You found yourself checking your phone for his messages.

Looking for him between classes.

Wondering if he’d be at the library.

Wondering what he was doing.

The thoughts came naturally.

Effortlessly.

Like breathing.

And that should have scared you.

It didn’t.

Not yet.

Suguru

The first time he saw you, he understood immediately.

Not love.

Not obsession.

Nothing dramatic.

Just certainty.

A quiet certainty.

The kind that settled deep inside someone’s bones.

There you are.

The thought appeared before he could stop it.

You sat near the front of the lecture hall.

Looking nervous.

Alone.

Twisting a pen between your fingers.

Geto couldn’t explain why he kept looking at you.

Only that he did.

The professor spoke.

Students laughed.

Time passed.

And still his attention drifted back to you.

Again.

And again.

And again.

By the end of class, he knew he wanted to speak to you.

So he did.

A dropped pen.

A simple conversation.

An excuse.

Nothing more.

Yet somehow he spent the rest of the day thinking about it.

Thinking about you.

Weeks passed.

His feelings worsened.

That was the only word for it.

Worsened.

Like an illness.

Like a wound refusing to heal.

The more he learned about you, the more he wanted.

Another conversation.

Another text.

Another hour.

It was never enough.

Nothing was enough.

And he hated himself for it.

Because he knew better.

He knew people weren’t possessions.

He knew affection couldn’t be forced.

He knew.

He knew.

He knew.

Yet every night his thoughts returned to the same place.

You.

The charm appeared three weeks later.

Geto found it by accident.

At least that’s what he told himself.

An old antique store hidden between buildings off campus.

Dust-covered shelves.

Yellowed newspaper clippings.

The owner looked older than time itself.

Geto almost left immediately.

Then he saw it.

One Wish Wonder

Nothing special.

Nothing remarkable.

Just a stupid stick in a box.

“Careful with that one.”

The owner’s voice startled him.

Geto looked up.

The old man smiled.

Not kindly.

Not cruelly.

Just knowingly.

“People usually regret getting what they want.”

A chill traveled down Geto’s spine.

The old man laughed.

As if he already knew something Geto didn’t.

That night the box stood on the desk.

Moonlight spilled through the dorm window.

Everything felt too quiet.

His roommate satoru was gone.

The campus outside slept peacefully.

Geto stared at the childlike box.

Hours passed.

He should have thrown it away.

He knew that.

Instead, he picked it up.

The box felt dusty.

weirdly cold.

His reflection stared back at him from the glossy lettering.

Distorted.

Wrong.

His phone buzzed.

A message.

From you.

A stupid meme.

Nothing important.

The kind of thing friends sent each other every day.

Geto smiled despite himself.

Then his smile disappeared.

Because for one horrible second, a thought crossed his mind.

What if they loved me back?

Not wanted.

Not liked.

Loved.

Obsessed over.

The thought should have disgusted him.

Instead, it lingered.

Growing.

Spreading.

Rotting.

He closed his eyes.

His fingers pried the box open.

Just once.

Just one selfish thing.

Just one.

The room seemed to grow colder.

The silence deepened.

Something shifted.

Barely noticeable.

Like a door opening somewhere far away.

Geto swallowed.

Fear crawled through his chest.

For a moment, he almost stopped.

Almost.

Then he whispered your name.

*Crack*

When he opened his eyes again, nothing looked different.

The room remained unchanged.

The campus remained silent.

The world continued turning.

Yet somehow he knew.

Something terrible had already begun.

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

a/n: ily

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Your phone kept vibrating.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Sukuna's name filled the screen.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you spoke.

The music pounded through the club while the phone continued buzzing against the table.

Gojo looked down at it.

Then at you.

"Are you going to answer?"

You stared at the screen.

"No."

The phone immediately started ringing again.

Gojo laughed.

Actually laughed.

"He seems calm."

You kicked him lightly under the table.

"You're enjoying this way too much."

"A little."

The phone stopped.

Silence.

Then a text appeared.

Sukuna: "Five minutes."

Another one immediately followed.

Sukuna: "Actually three."

You groaned.

"Oh my God."

Gojo looked suspiciously amused.

Which was annoying.

Because he should've been worried too.

"You know this is partly your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"You showed up."

Gojo tilted his head.

"And?"

Your stomach immediately flipped.

Again.

And the worst part?

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Before you could answer, a familiar voice appeared behind you.

"Wow."

Both of you froze.

Sukuna.

You didn't even need to turn around.

You could hear the smile in his voice.

The dangerous one.

The one that meant trouble.

Slowly, you looked up.

Sukuna was standing beside the table.

Hands in his pockets.

Expression relaxed.

Too relaxed.

Which somehow made everything worse.

His eyes landed on you first.

Then Gojo.

Then the empty chair beside you.

Then back to Gojo.

The smile widened.

"Interesting."

Nobody spoke.

Sukuna pulled out a chair.

Sat down.

And immediately stole the seat beside you.

Of course he did.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Sukuna looked offended.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

He shrugged.

"I missed you."

Your eyes narrowed.

Across the table, Gojo looked unconvinced.

Sukuna noticed.

Of course he did.

"You too, buddy."

Gojo rolled his eyes.

The tension at the table became almost unbearable.

For a moment nobody said anything.

Then Sukuna looked directly at Gojo.

"So."

Gojo looked back.

"So."

"You came alone."

"Yeah."

"To her job."

"Yeah."

The smile disappeared from Sukuna's face.

Only slightly.

But enough.

"Without telling me."

Gojo leaned back in his chair.

For once looking completely unbothered.

"I didn't know I needed permission."

Oh.

Oh, that was new.

You felt it immediately.

Sukuna felt it too.

Because his eyebrows lifted.

Then he laughed.

Once.

Short.

Dangerous.

"No."

He nodded slowly.

"You definitely don't."

The conversation should have ended there.

It didn't.

Because neither of them looked away.

And suddenly it felt less like a conversation.

More like a challenge.

You rubbed your forehead.

"Can both of you stop being weird?"

"He's being weird."

Sukuna pointed.

Gojo pointed back.

"You're literally tracking my location."

"Best friends do that."

"No they don't."

"They absolutely do."

"They absolutely don't."

You burst out laughing.

Neither of them stopped arguing.

For some reason that only made it worse.

A server passed by.

Stopping beside the table.

"Can I get you anything?"

Before you could answer, Sukuna spoke.

"She's good."

Your head snapped toward him.

The server looked confused.

"So..."

"I'm good," you said.

The server nodded and left.

You turned back toward Sukuna.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"I can answer for myself."

"I know."

"Then why did you answer?"

Sukuna shrugged.

"No reason."

Liar.

The look on his face practically screamed it.

Gojo noticed too.

"You do that a lot."

Sukuna looked over.

"Do what?"

"Act like she's yours."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Your heart nearly stopped.

Because nobody expected him to actually say it.

Least of all Sukuna.

For the first time all night—

Sukuna looked genuinely surprised.

Then slowly—

Very slowly—

He smiled.

"What if I do?"

Your breath caught.

Across the table, Gojo didn't back down.

Didn't look away.

Didn't laugh it off.

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

"What if I don't like it?" Gojo asked.

Oh.

OH.

You immediately looked at him.

Sukuna did too.

Neither of you expected that.

Gojo's ears were slightly red.

But his eyes never moved.

Never left Sukuna's.

And suddenly the entire table felt dangerous.

The smile dropped from Sukuna's face completely.

Gone.

"You got real brave tonight."

Gojo shrugged.

"Maybe."

"You should be careful."

You immediately sat forward.

"Okay. Absolutely not."

Both of them looked at you.

Good.

Because somebody needed common sense.

"You two are acting insane."

Neither answered.

Which was not reassuring.

At all.

Then Sukuna looked at you.

And his expression softened instantly.

Like flipping a switch.

"Do you want to leave?"

The question caught you off guard.

Because it was genuine.

Not a challenge.

Not a joke.

Just genuine.

Before you could answer—

Gojo spoke.

"So she can leave with you?"

The room went silent again.

You closed your eyes.

"Oh my God."

Sukuna started laughing.

Not because it was funny.

Because he finally understood.

Really understood.

And somehow that made everything worse.

When he looked at Gojo again, there was something different in his eyes.

Recognition.

Because now he knew.

His best friend liked you.

A lot.

And judging by the way Gojo was looking back—

He wasn't planning on hiding it anymore.

For the first time since this whole thing started—

Nobody was pretending.

And that was far more dangerous than flirting.

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

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a/n: ily

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For a second, you thought you were imagining him.

The lights were bright.

The music was loud.

The crowd blurred together into shapes and faces.

But him?

You recognized him immediately.

Gojo.

Front row.

Alone.

Watching you.

And when your eyes met—

He didn't look away.

Your next step almost faltered.

Almost.

Years of practice saved you.

You kept moving.

Kept smiling.

Kept performing.

But suddenly every time you looked toward the crowd, your eyes found the same seat.

The same white hair.

The same blue eyes staring right back.

This wasn't the first night anymore.

This wasn't Sukuna dragging him here.

This wasn't curiosity.

Gojo had chosen to come.

Alone.

For you.

And that realization was dangerously flattering.

You turned slowly with the music.

Letting your attention drift across the room.

Then right back to him.

Again.

And again.

And every single time—

He was still watching.

The first night you'd met him here, he looked overwhelmed.

Nervous.

Like he didn't know where to put his hands or his eyes.

Tonight was different.

Tonight he looked comfortable.

Confident.

Almost stubborn.

Like he was daring himself not to look away.

Your lips twitched.

Just slightly.

Gojo noticed.

Immediately.

And the faintest hint of a smile appeared on his face.

Oh.

So that's what tonight was.

Interesting.

By the time your set ended, your curiosity had completely taken over.

You disappeared backstage.

Changed.

Fixed your hair.

Checked your makeup.

Then paused.

Why am I checking my makeup?

You hated the answer.

Five minutes later, you walked back out.

And there he was.

Still sitting in the same spot.

Still waiting.

The moment he saw you, he sat up straighter.

Not much.

Just enough.

But you noticed.

Of course you did.

You stopped beside his table.

"Well."

Gojo looked up.

"Well."

You crossed your arms.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked suspiciously amused.

"I'm sitting."

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

You narrowed your eyes.

He smiled.

Actually smiled.

"You've gotten bold."

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Gojo blinked.

Then laughed quietly.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

His smile widened.

And for some reason that felt like a victory to him.

You sat down across from him.

"Seriously."

He looked at you for a moment.

Long enough to make your stomach do something annoying.

Then he said:

"I wanted to see you."

Direct.

Simple.

Honest.

Your heart immediately betrayed you.

Gojo watched your expression carefully.

And the worst part?

He looked pleased.

Like he'd finally managed to surprise you.

"You're staring."

His eyebrows lifted.

"So are you."

The answer came so fast that you almost laughed.

"Wow."

"What?"

"You're definitely getting bold."

He leaned back in his chair.

A little more relaxed now.

"Aren't you always saying I should talk more?"

Okay.

That was fair.

You hated that it was fair.

The music pulsed through the room around you.

People moved across the floor.

But somehow the table felt isolated.

Like the rest of the club had faded into the background.

"You came all the way here by yourself?"

Gojo nodded.

"Yeah."

"That's brave."

"It really isn't."

"It is for you."

His laugh was soft.

Warm.

Dangerously nice.

You found yourself smiling too.

Which was a mistake.

Because Gojo immediately noticed.

"There it is."

"What?"

"That smile."

Your stomach flipped.

"What about it?"

"I don't see it very often."

You looked away first.

Which was annoying.

Because usually he was the one doing that.

Gojo noticed that too.

The realization seemed to make him even more confident.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

"You know," he said.

"Hm?"

"I think Sukuna's going to be mad."

You laughed.

"He survives on being mad."

"Yeah."

Gojo looked down at his drink.

Then back at you.

"But I think he's going to be especially mad tonight."

The way he said it made your heart skip.

Because suddenly it didn't sound like a joke.

It sounded intentional.

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed.

Sukuna: "Tell me why Gojo's location says he's at your job."

You stared.

Then immediately started laughing.

Gojo leaned forward.

"What?"

You turned the phone toward him.

The second he read it, his eyes widened.

Then he laughed too.

"Oh no."

"Yeah."

"Oh, he's furious."

Another notification appeared.

Sukuna: "Actually never mind."

You frowned.

A second message appeared.

Sukuna: "Don't move."

The smile immediately disappeared from your face.

Gojo looked at the screen.

Then at you.

Silence.

A third notification appeared.

Sukuna: "I'm outside."

Neither of you spoke.

Then your phone rang.

Sukuna.

You and Gojo looked at each other.

The music thumped through the room.

Your phone continued vibrating against the table.

And suddenly, for the first time all night—

Neither of you were smiling anymore.

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taglist: @whatthehellalastor @alicethinksaboutwriting @shartnart1 @ethereal-moonlit @cryinginmyveil @surethingmoto @luvleixo @satorabz @ivankmdor @asuritam @notmeguystrust @xqce @lilystrike1 @bruisedjuice @yukiismokes @hauntedbyink @marvelskz @saatoji @brusebad4itxcybrow @kamikat

Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

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a/n: ily

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The group project was becoming a problem.

Not because of the work.

The work was easy.

The problem was that every time the three of you got together, something shifted.

And lately?

It was shifting faster.

"You're distracted."

You didn't look up from your laptop.

"I'm literally working."

Sukuna snorted from beside you.

"No. You're pretending to work."

Across the table, Gojo glanced up.

Immediately.

Like he always did whenever your name came up.

You hated that you noticed.

You hated it even more that Sukuna noticed too.

The study room was quiet except for the clicking of keyboards.

For once, Sukuna was actually contributing.

Not much.

But enough.

Gojo was fixing citations.

You were reorganizing sections.

Everything should have been normal.

Instead, Sukuna had spent the last twenty minutes leaning so far into your space that his shoulder was practically against yours.

"You know there are other chairs, right?" you asked.

"I'm comfortable."

"You're annoying."

"You like me."

You rolled your eyes.

Across the table, Gojo's jaw tightened slightly.

Small.

Barely noticeable.

You noticed anyway.

Sukuna noticed too.

Of course he did.

His grin widened.

Dangerous.

"Oh."

You immediately knew that look.

"No."

"Oh, absolutely."

"No."

Sukuna leaned back in his chair.

Looking directly at Gojo.

Then at you.

Then back at Gojo.

Like he was putting pieces together.

"You know what's funny?"

Nobody answered.

Which never stopped Sukuna.

"Every time someone talks to her, you stop typing."

Gojo froze.

You blinked.

Sukuna pointed dramatically.

"There."

Gojo immediately looked back at his laptop.

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You literally just did."

You tried not to laugh.

Failed.

Gojo shot you a betrayed look.

Which somehow made it worse.

"You are unbelievable," Gojo muttered.

"I'm observant."

"You're annoying."

"You've said that before."

"Because it's true."

Sukuna grinned.

Then looked at you.

"See? He talks more now."

Your heart did something strange.

Because he did.

At the beginning of the semester, getting more than three words from Gojo felt impossible.

Now?

Now he argued.

Now he teased back.

Now he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention.

And lately, he wasn't even trying very hard to hide it.

Two girls walked past the study room a little later.

One of them paused.

Her eyes landed on Gojo.

"Oh my God."

Her friend followed her gaze.

"Wait, isn't that—"

Gojo visibly stiffened.

You frowned.

The girls walked in.

"Hi," one said.

Gojo blinked.

"Uh... hi."

She smiled.

Brightly.

Very brightly.

"We have biology together."

"Oh."

The poor girl was trying.

Really trying.

And Gojo looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Trying not to smile.

Trying not to feel weirdly pleased.

Which was ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

The girl kept talking.

Gojo answered politely.

Sukuna watched you.

Not them.

You.

The realization made your stomach drop.

Because the second the girls left, he spoke.

Quietly.

"So that's what that looks like."

You narrowed your eyes.

"What?"

"Jealousy."

Your mouth fell open.

"I was not jealous."

Sukuna laughed.

Gojo nearly choked.

"I wasn't."

"Sure."

"I wasn't."

"You looked ready to fight her."

"Shut up."

Even Gojo was smiling now.

The traitor.

Hours passed.

The project slowly came together.

Section after section.

Citation after citation.

Until eventually the document looked finished.

Actually finished.

You leaned back in your chair.

"Finally."

Gojo checked the page count.

Then nodded.

"We're done."

The words felt strange.

Because for the last couple weeks, this project had become an excuse.

A reason to see each other.

A reason to spend hours together.

And now it was finished.

The realization hit all three of you at the same time.

Nobody mentioned it.

But you felt it.

Sukuna broke the silence first.

"Cool."

You looked at him.

"Cool?"

"Yeah."

"That's all you have to say?"

"We got an A."

"We don't know that."

"We got an A."

Gojo laughed.

A real laugh.

Not just a small smile.

And for a second both you and Sukuna looked at him.

Because it was rare.

Because it sounded nice.

Because neither of you realized how much you'd wanted to hear it.

The walk out of the library felt different.

Lighter.

The project was over.

But somehow the tension wasn't.

If anything, it felt worse.

The sun had already started setting.

Students were scattered around campus.

Most heading home.

A few heading to parties.

Some still trapped in evening classes.

Then Sukuna casually threw an arm around your shoulders.

Like it was normal.

Like he'd been doing it forever.

Your stomach immediately betrayed you.

Again.

"Sukuna."

"What?"

You looked at the arm.

He looked at the arm.

Then back at you.

And didn't move it.

Across from you, Gojo noticed.

His expression didn't change.

Which somehow made it worse.

Because his eyes did.

For a split second.

Something flashed there.

Gone almost immediately.

But not fast enough.

You caught it.

"You have work tonight?" Gojo asked suddenly.

You looked over.

"Yeah."

"What time?"

You frowned slightly.

"Why?"

Gojo shrugged.

Too casually.

"I was just asking."

Sukuna barked out a laugh.

"Oh, that's interesting."

"What is?"

"Nothing."

The smile on his face said otherwise.

The three of you reached the parking lot.

Your car on one side.

Gojo's on the other.

Sukuna standing between both.

For a second, nobody moved.

Then Sukuna squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"Text me when you get there."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm going to work, not war."

"Same thing."

Gojo looked at him.

Then at you.

Then quietly said:

"Have a good shift."

Simple.

Normal.

Except it wasn't.

Because the way he said it made your chest feel tight.

Like there was something else underneath it.

Something he wasn't saying.

Yet.

By the time you got ready for work later that night, the conversation had mostly left your head.

Mostly.

Not completely.

Because Gojo asking about your shift felt strange.

And because Sukuna had looked way too entertained by it.

The club was already busy when you arrived.

Music.

Lights.

The familiar rush of noise.

You slipped into routine easily.

The version of yourself that existed here stepping forward automatically.

Halfway through the night, you stepped onto the stage.

The lights were brighter than usual.

The crowd bigger.

You barely noticed.

Until you looked up.

And froze.

For half a second.

Just half.

Long enough.

Because sitting near the front—

Not hidden in the back.

Not beside Sukuna.

Not surrounded by friends.

Front row.

Alone.

Was Gojo.

Watching you.

And when your eyes met—

He didn't look away.

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

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a/n: SMUT IS COMING GUYS I PROMISE!!!!!

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The group chat message came in at 6:42 PM.

Sukuna: “Study break. Frat party tonight. Don’t be boring.”

You stared at it for a second.

Then at your laptop.

Group project open. Half-finished outline still sitting there.

Then at the message again.

“…he’s insane.”

A second later—

Gojo: “We still need to finish section 3 btw.”

Of course he was still thinking about it.

Sukuna: “we will. after.”

You sighed.

Somehow… that was the plan now.

The house was loud before you even walked in.

Music shaking through the walls. Lights spilling onto the lawn. People everywhere like the building was breathing.

You immediately regretted your shoes.

Sukuna walked in like he owned it.

Gojo walked in like he didn’t want to be perceived.

You walked in between them like a mistake.

“Just one hour,” you said. “Then we go back and finish the project.”

Sukuna grinned. “You really think we’re going back after one hour?”

Gojo adjusted his glasses. “We are.”

Sukuna laughed. “Nerd.”

Gojo ignored him.

But he stayed close to you anyway.

You noticed that.

Of course you did.

Inside, everything was louder.

Too loud.

Sukuna immediately got pulled into the crowd like gravity.

He turned back once, pointing at you.

“Don’t disappear.”

“I’m not five,” you called back.

Gojo stayed beside you.

That alone felt… different.

Not protective.

Not obvious.

Just present.

“You’re still thinking about the project,” Gojo said after a while.

“I always am.”

“That’s unhealthy.”

You looked at him. “You’re at a party and thinking about citations.”

He paused.

“…fair.”

That made you smile a little.

Small.

But he saw it.

Of course he did.

Sukuna reappeared ten minutes later with drinks.

He handed one to you.

Then one to Gojo.

Then stayed standing between you like he was positioning something.

“You two are weird tonight,” he said.

“We’re fine,” you replied.

Gojo didn’t answer.

Which was worse.

Sukuna leaned closer to you. “Did you finish your part of section 3?”

“…no,” you said.

He smiled. “Told you.”

Gojo cut in immediately. “We said we’d do it after.”

Sukuna raised a brow. “Relax, professor.”

Gojo didn’t relax.

At some point, Sukuna got dragged away again.

You watched him disappear into the crowd.

Then it was just you and Gojo again.

Same pattern.

Different setting.

“You’re quieter here,” you said.

He looked at you. “You’re not.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

You hesitated.

Then: “I just adapt.”

Gojo nodded slightly. “I noticed that.”

That word again.

Notice.

Like he was always observing you.

Not in a creepy way.

In a careful one.

Someone bumped into you from behind.

You barely moved.

Gojo did.

His hand lightly touched your arm for half a second.

Then dropped.

Fast.

Like he didn’t mean to.

But you felt it.

He did too.

Because he didn’t look at you right away after.

You noticed that too.

Sukuna came back later.

And stopped immediately when he saw you and Gojo talking.

Not close.

Just… talking.

Something in his expression shifted for half a second.

Then it was gone.

But you saw it.

Of course you did.

He walked over slowly.

“Still alive?” he asked Gojo.

“Yes.”

Sukuna smiled. “Good.”

Then looked at you.

“Having fun?”

You shrugged. “We’re technically working.”

“That’s depressing.”

Gojo added, “We still have section 3 left.”

Sukuna groaned. “You’re both sick.”

Later, you ended up on the couch with them somehow.

Music louder now. Party fully alive.

You pulled out your phone.

Opened the group doc.

“Section 3,” you said. “We still need to fix the transitions.”

Sukuna looked at you like you were insane.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

Gojo already pulled it up on his phone.

“…fine,” he said.

Sukuna stared at both of you.

“You’re unbelievable.”

But he stayed.

For a few minutes, it was weirdly normal.

You editing sentences.

Gojo fixing structure.

Sukuna pretending to care while actually watching both of you.

Then—

Sukuna leaned closer to you.

“Why are you always next to him when you focus?” he asked casually.

You didn’t look up. “I’m not.”

Gojo paused.

Sukuna smiled slightly.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Sure.”

Gojo didn’t respond.

But he didn’t move away either.

A girl walked past and stopped when she saw Sukuna.

She smiled at him.

You noticed Gojo notice that.

You also noticed Sukuna not look away immediately.

That alone changed something in the air.

Gojo’s grip on his phone tightened slightly.

You saw it.

Of course you did.

“You’re distracted,” you said quietly to Gojo.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He looked at you.

A second too long.

“…we still have work to do.”

That wasn’t an answer.

But it was Gojo avoiding one.

Sukuna finally stood.

“I’m getting another drink.”

You didn’t look at him. “You already had three.”

“And I’ll have more.”

He paused.

Then looked at Gojo.

Then at you.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

And he walked off.

Silence hit differently this time.

Not empty.

Just aware.

Gojo finally spoke.

“He does that a lot.”

“Does what?”

“Interrupts.”

You looked at him. “You let him.”

A beat.

Then softly—

“I don’t always want to.”

That made you pause.

For real.

Because that didn’t sound like Gojo joking.

It sounded like honesty slipping out.

You leaned back slightly.

“We should finish section 3 later.”

Gojo nodded.

But he didn’t look away.

Neither did you.

And for a second—

the party disappeared again.

Just like the library.

Just like before.

Except this time, nothing felt safe or controlled about it anymore.

Because Sukuna was still out there somewhere.

And he definitely wasn’t ignoring what he saw.

You weren't entirely sure you wanted to solve it.

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a/n: im ngl guys i might make this story a little longer lol. lk what u guys think should happen!!!! also my dms are open for anyone who wants to talk or get closer :)

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

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a/n: hello guys... i missed u guys so much u dont understand. a few months ago i had the worst anxiety attack of my life and it TRAUMATIZED me lol. im just starting to get back in my groove and old interests so i started writing again. sorry if its a little bland but just think of it as an awkward feeling between the 3 of u guys LOL. im gonna extend this story to 10 parts for the delay and trust u guys will NOT be dissapointed im gonna post a chapter daily so stay tuned! i have so many other works that i have to finish also so im gonna be pretty active again! sorry for ghosting lol love yall <3

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The group project announcement should not have felt like fate.

And yet.

The second your eyes landed on the screen, your stomach dropped.

Your Name.

Sukuna Ryomen.

Satoru Gojo.

You closed your eyes.

"Nope."

Sukuna looked delighted.

Gojo looked horrified.

The professor continued talking while Sukuna twisted around in his chair to grin at you.

"This is the best day of my life."

"It is literally a school project."

"Exactly."

You rolled your eyes.

Across the aisle, Gojo was staring at his notebook like it had personally offended him.

Cute.

Dangerous thought.

You pushed it away immediately.

Cute didn't pay tuition.

Cute didn't help you survive twelve-hour shifts and exams that felt designed to ruin lives.

Cute was a distraction.

And you didn't do distractions.

At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

—

Three days later, you found yourself sitting between them in a private study room.

Worst decision of your life.

Sukuna had somehow managed to take up half the table despite contributing absolutely nothing.

Gojo was actually working.

Like genuinely working.

Color-coded notes.

Organized folders.

Perfect citations.

You hated how attractive competence was.

"You've been staring at him for thirty seconds."

You kicked Sukuna under the table.

Hard.

He laughed.

Gojo looked up.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," you answered immediately.

Sukuna smirked.

"She was checking you out."

The silence that followed was incredible.

Gojo nearly dropped his pen.

You considered murder.

"Ignore him."

"Okay."

The problem was Gojo looked pleased by the answer anyway.

And somehow that was worse.

—

Two hours passed.

You actually made progress.

Mostly because Gojo was carrying the entire project.

Sukuna contributed occasional comments and emotional damage.

At some point you leaned across the table to grab a paper.

Gojo did the same thing.

Your hands bumped.

Neither of you pulled away immediately.

Just for a second.

A stupid little second.

But you noticed.

His eyes lifted.

Your heart did something annoying.

Then Sukuna dramatically shoved himself between you both.

"Disgusting."

You blinked.

"What?"

"The eye contact."

"There was no eye contact."

"There was eye contact."

Gojo looked away immediately.

Traitor.

Sukuna pointed.

"See? Guilty."

You laughed despite yourself.

The sound made both boys look at you.

And suddenly you realized neither of them had looked away.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

—

Around seven o'clock, another group entered the library.

One of the guys recognized you.

"Hey."

You looked up.

"Oh. Hi."

He smiled.

"You disappeared after anatomy."

You smiled politely.

"We had different schedules."

Sukuna immediately stopped pretending to work.

Gojo's pen paused.

The guy continued talking.

You answered.

Normal conversation.

Nothing special.

But when he finally left, the room felt different.

Sukuna leaned back in his chair.

"Who's that?"

"A classmate."

"Hm."

You raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You're pouting."

"I don't pout."

"You absolutely pout."

Gojo made a suspicious choking noise that sounded a lot like laughter.

Sukuna pointed at him.

"You stay out of this."

For some reason, watching Sukuna get jealous made warmth bloom in your chest.

Which was unfortunate.

Because now you were noticing things.

Like the way he always found reasons to touch your shoulder.

Or steal your pen.

Or sit too close.

Like he wanted your attention even when he already had it.

—

An hour later, Sukuna disappeared.

Again.

Claiming he needed coffee.

You were ninety percent sure he was lying.

The moment he left, silence settled over the room.

You looked at Gojo.

Gojo looked at you.

Then immediately looked away.

Cute.

There was that word again.

"You know," you said, "you're much different than I expected."

His gaze lifted.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Good."

The answer came too quickly.

Gojo noticed.

His smile appeared slowly.

Like he couldn't help it.

You hated that smile.

Not because it was bad.

Because it was becoming a problem.

"You always get this nervous around girls?"

His ears turned red.

Instantly.

Your smile widened.

"Wow."

"Stop."

"That bad?"

"You're enjoying this."

"A little."

Gojo shook his head.

But he was smiling.

Actually smiling.

And suddenly it wasn't the club.

It wasn't teasing.

It wasn't a game.

It felt real.

Which scared you far more than flirting ever could.

—

Sukuna returned fifteen minutes later carrying drinks.

Three of them.

His eyes immediately narrowed.

You and Gojo were laughing.

Just talking.

Nothing dramatic.

But something had changed.

You saw him notice it.

Saw the way he set the drinks down.

Saw the way his jaw tightened for half a second.

Gone so fast nobody else would've caught it.

You did.

Because you notice things.

The rest of the night became a competition.

Sukuna making you laugh.

Gojo making you smile.

Sukuna stealing your attention.

Gojo quietly keeping it.

By the time the library closed, your head hurt.

Not from studying.

From them.

—

Outside, the air was cold.

You rubbed your hands together.

Immediately, Sukuna shrugged off his jacket.

"Here."

Before you could answer, the jacket landed over your shoulders.

Warm.

Comfortable.

Smelling faintly like him.

Your stomach betrayed you.

Again.

"Thanks."

Sukuna grinned.

"Anything for you."

Then you glanced at Gojo.

And caught him looking.

Not at you.

At the jacket.

The realization hit instantly.

Jealous.

Very, very jealous.

Something wicked sparked inside your chest.

You stepped closer to him.

Just enough.

"See you tomorrow, Gojo."

His eyes lifted.

And for a second the world felt quiet.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Tomorrow."

You smiled.

Then turned away before either of them could see how hard your heart was beating.

Because this was becoming a problem.

A very attractive problem.

And for the first time in a long time—

You weren't entirely sure you wanted to solve it.

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summary: Sukuna’s parties aren’t normal ... and neither is he. Hired to stick to Satoru for his birthday, you end up in a high-stakes, heated balcony encounter that leaves you shaking, embarrassed, and questioning everything… including the “payment.”

content: FratKuna, JJK College AU, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, public sex, balcony sex, frat party, birthday party, stripper AU, NSFW, explicit, domination, teasing, embarrassment, alcohol, college AU, hot AU, 18+, tension, flirtation, teasing, sexual tension, professional boundaries, power play, risky, balcony, intense, overwhelming, playful, control, flustered, lust, teasing, raw, smut, mature content

a/n: Something short and sweet I wrote in an hour!

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Everyone knew who Ryomen Sukuna was because of the “Bible studies” he hosted. Except they weren’t Bible studies at all. They were full-on ragers.

The college he went to was a dry Christian campus—no alcohol, no wild parties. On campus, everyone behaved. Off campus? That was a different story.

Sukuna lived in a high-rise apartment in the city, only ten minutes away. That’s where everything happened. Kegs, loud secular music, weed, and strippers. He hooked up, ghosted, and once didn’t even pay the strippers he hired for Choso’s birthday. So now, he had to find new ones.

That’s how he found you.

Satoru Gojo’s birthday was coming up, and Sukuna—being the amazing friend he was—decided to go all out. He wanted five strippers. Four to dance and hang around, and one to stick to Satoru the entire night.

Sukuna was scrolling through agencies when he came across your number.

“Hello?” you answered, your voice flat. It was late. Really late.

“Hey, you’re the stripper, right?” a deep, raspy voice said on the other end.

“Yeah,” you replied. “If this is for tonight, you booked too late.”

“It’s for tomorrow at eight,” he said. “I need five of you. Including you—you sound pretty hot.”

You cringed.

“Okay… tomorrow at eight,” you said. “Any special requests?”

“Yeah. I need the hottest one to cling to the birthday boy all night. Can you do that?”

“Sure,” you replied calmly. “I take a fifty percent deposit before the event. Total is a thousand, so you’ll send five hundred now. Just Zelle this number.”

“Cool. I’ll send it right now.”

You hung up and texted your girls about the booking.

The party came faster than you expected. One blink and you were already in the elevator, explaining the plan to your girls.

When the doors opened, the smell hit you immediately—weed and cheap alcohol.

Inside, a tall, muscular guy with pink hair and tattoos walked toward you.

“You guys must be the strippers,” he said.

“Yeah,” you answered.

“The birthday boy’s over there,” he said, pointing. “On the couch. Nerdy-looking one with sunglasses.”

You and your girls walked over and surrounded him. Two sat on his lap. One rubbed his shoulders. You sat beside him.

He was clearly drunk—barely holding it together. He kept mumbling about missing his best friend, saying he was dead even though his body was still alive. You had no idea what he meant, but you nodded and listened anyway.

Eventually, one of your girls came over and took your spot, giving you a chance to breathe.

You stepped out onto the balcony, looking over the city lights. It was quiet out there. Peaceful.

Then you heard sobbing from inside.

The sliding glass door opened.

“Yo, what did you do to Satoru?” the pink-haired guy asked.

“What? Nothing,” you said, confused.

“He’s crying, asking where his best friend went.”

“Oh,” you said slowly. “Yeah… he mentioned someone passing away.”

Sukuna sighed. “I think he thinks you’re his best friend now. You should probably go back in there.”

You turned to head inside, but Sukuna grabbed your hand.

“Wait,” he said. “Let’s talk payment.”

“Okay,” you replied. “What about it?”

“So… five hundred now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it cool if I pay you tomorrow? I gotta pull some cash out.”

You shrugged, your voice cold. “Whatever. As long as the deposit’s sent.”

That was all that mattered.

Sukuna’s hand lingered on yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was testing you. His eyes never left yours, sharp and dark in the dim balcony light.

“You know,” he murmured, low and slow, “I don’t usually chase after people.”

“Good to know,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though your pulse was definitely not.

He leaned closer, so close that his warmth hit you before you even realized it. “Lucky for me,” he continued, voice teasing, “I like what I see.”

You swallowed, heart thudding. “I’m just here to… do my job.”

“Right,” he said, fingers sliding lightly along the back of your hand, almost like an accident. “Your job. But it feels a lot more interesting than that.”

You blinked at him. “Interesting how?”

He smirked. “You—standing here, all serious and professional… and yet your body is telling me a different story.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck, and you couldn’t look away from him. “You’re… very forward,” you said, voice small.

“Maybe I like being forward,” he said, leaning in just a little more, his breath brushing your ear. “Maybe I like testing boundaries.”

Your chest fluttered, nerves buzzing in a way you didn’t expect. “Boundaries aren’t really my thing either,” you admitted.

His smirk widened. “Good. Because I don’t do shy.”

You wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to pull away—but the way he was looking at you made it impossible. His eyes were hot, daring, and teasing all at once.

“Payment can wait,” he said softly, voice low, almost intimate. “We can… figure out a little something else first.”

You felt his hand slide from yours to rest lightly on your hip, just enough to make you aware of him.

“You’re… different,” you whispered, your voice catching.

“I like different,” he murmured. “Especially when it’s right in front of me.”

The city lights behind him made his silhouette dangerous, magnetic, impossible to ignore. You could feel the tension building, almost crackling in the air between you.

“You don’t even know me,” you said, half warning, half breathless.

“Yet,” he said, leaning even closer, “I can already tell I want to.”

Your stomach twisted, anticipation burning through your nerves. You knew you should pull back, but instead you leaned closer, drawn in despite yourself.

“And you,” you said, voice trembling, “don’t even know my name.”

He smiled—slow, sharp, and knowing. “Names don’t matter right now. Just… you and me. Here. Alone. Figuring things out.”

You swallowed hard. The balcony felt smaller now, the music from inside fading into the background, leaving only the two of you.

His hand slid just a little higher on your waist, thumb grazing your side, teasing. “Stay still,” he murmured, low. “I want to make sure you’re paying attention to me.”

You shivered. “I am,” you admitted, almost reluctantly.

“Good,” he said, voice husky, close enough that you could feel it against your skin. “Because I don’t plan on letting this moment go easily.”

The wind off the balcony mixed with the heat between you, and you realized—you were already too close to pulling away.

Sukuna’s hand lingered on your hip, light, teasing, like he was claiming space without even touching too much. His sharp eyes traced your every reaction, smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“So,” he said finally, voice low and lazy, like he didn’t even have to try, “I’ve been standing here, looking at you… and I don’t even know your name.”

You blinked, heat crawling up your neck. “I… I’m just here for work,” you said, trying to keep it professional.

He chuckled, deep and amused. “I don’t care about that right now. Work can wait. Names? Names matter.”

You hesitated, heart thudding. “…Okay. It’s—”

“Say it,” he prompted, smirk widening. “I want to hear it.”

“Y/N,” you whispered.

“Y/N,” he repeated, testing the sound, letting it roll off his tongue like it was tasting good. “That’s… perfect. Fits you.”

You swallowed. “And you are…?”

“Ryomen Sukuna,” he said, voice rich, teasing. “But you can call me… Sukuna. Or King if you want to be dramatic.”

You couldn’t help a small laugh, nervous and breathy. “King, huh? That’s… bold.”

“Bold?” he said, leaning closer, the faintest brush of his breath ghosting your ear. “Honey, you don’t even know bold yet. You’ll find out.”

He straightened, letting his hand trail from your waist to your lower back, thumb drawing a slow, deliberate pattern. “I’m going to be honest,” he murmured, low, teasing, “I’ve been staring at you all night. Figuring you out… seeing how much I can push without you running.”

You blinked at him, heart hammering. “Pushing?”

“Testing,” he corrected, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Seeing if you’re worth my attention. Seeing if you… respond.”

You felt heat pooling in your stomach, every nerve alive. “And do I?”

He tilted his head, smile sharp and dangerous. “You already are,” he said softly. “Even standing here, all professional and careful… you’re already mine for the night.”

Your breath caught, and the city lights behind him made his shadow loom taller, wider, magnetic. “I don’t even know you,” you whispered.

“Yet,” he said, stepping closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him, “and I already know enough.”

His thumb grazed your side lightly, teasing. “Stay still,” he murmured. “I want to see if you’re paying attention. Eyes on me. Always.”

You shivered, trying to catch your breath. “I… I am,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“Good,” he said, voice husky, dangerous, close enough that you could feel it against your skin. “Because I don’t plan on letting this… moment go easily.”

The wind off the balcony mixed with the heat of his presence, and you realized—you were already too close to pulling away.

And the teasing, the tension, the unspoken promise hung between you. Just Sukuna. Just you. Alone.

Sukuna’s hand slid firmly onto your hip, guiding you across the balcony. “Come with me,” he murmured, low and teasing. The corner by the Greek-lettered flag was his target—privacy from anyone inside, a perfect little stage for just the two of you.

The city stretched out in front of you, lights glittering like stars pulled down to earth. The flag behind you blocked the apartment view, giving you both a sense of seclusion without closing off the skyline.

Before you could react, his hand pressed against your lower back, nudging you forward until your hands gripped the railing. The wind tugged at your hair, and the sound of the party inside felt distant now, muffled and irrelevant.

“You’re… perfect like this,” he murmured, voice low, teasing, dangerous. “Bent over the railing, city at your feet… and me behind you.”

His hand slid along your side, thumb brushing lightly against your hip, teasing, testing. “I can feel every little reaction,” he said, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Every shiver, every twitch… it’s ridiculous how much fun this is.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening. “I—I’m fine,” you whispered, though your pulse betrayed you.

“Sure you are,” he said, voice husky, close enough that the warmth of him brushed your shoulder. “Just trying to keep control… but I can already tell you’re mine tonight.”

His hand traced down your back, fingers pressing lightly against your lower back, sliding slowly, deliberately. “Relax,” he murmured, leaning close, breath warm on your neck. “Look at the skyline, take it in… but never forget I’m right here. Always right here.”

You shivered under his touch, nerves and anticipation buzzing through your body. “I… I am,” you admitted, voice small.

“Good,” he whispered, smirk widening. “Because I don’t do subtle. I like seeing reactions. Little flinches, little breaths… all of it. And you? You’re giving me way too much to work with.”

He leaned even closer, brushing his lips near your ear, voice low and teasing. “Stay like this. Hands on the railing, bent over… and just let me test the limits a little. You’re going to like it. I promise.”

The wind rushed past, city lights glowing below, the Greek-lettered flag shielding you both from prying eyes. And there you were—bent over the balcony, Sukuna behind you, teasing, daring, magnetic. Every nerve in your body screamed both warning and anticipation, and you knew there was no turning back now. 

The music thumped through the room, bass rattling your chest, and you felt his hands grip your hips. They slid lower, brushing against your neon pink panties.

“Hey… w-wait,” you stuttered, voice trembling. “Are you sure no one can see us?”

“I’m sure, baby,” he said, his tone dark and confident.

He pulled your panties down completely and pressed against you, his clothed length grinding along your wetness. You let out a soft moan.

“Don’t be scared to let it out,” he whispered. “The music is too loud. No one will hear.”

He started moving against you, letting out small grunts. You could feel him hardening beneath his pants. It was huge—you knew he wasn’t new to this.

Sliding his hand down, he teased you, grinding deliberately.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he said, spreading you open. “I can’t wait to put it in there.”

Then he bent to his knees, his tongue finding your clit, making you shiver. You let out a small, helpless moan.

“Oh God… it feels so good. D-don’t stop, K-kuna,” you whispered.

He grinned against you. “Oh, so we’re using nicknames now. Fine. I’m going to call you Brat.”

“Brat? Why? I’ve been behaving,” you moaned, voice shaky.

“No, you haven’t. You didn’t remember what I told you to call me,” he said.

“K-king,” you muttered, voice nervous, stuttering over the word.

“Good girl,” he said, licking another lap, sliding deeper into your tightness. Your legs wobbled.

“Well, Brat, better steady yourself,” he teased. “This is nothing compared to my dick.”

He got up, sliding his length across you, circling your clit.

“Oh… fuck,” you moaned, heat rushing to your face.

“The Brat likes that, huh?” he said.

“Yes… King,” you breathed.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You shook your head, staring at the skyline, cheeks burning.

“Look at me, Brat,” he said, smacking your ass hard. Red marks bloomed under his hand. You moaned, glancing at him through your embarrassment.

“Look at that pretty face, all red. How cute are you, embarrassed Brat?” he teased.

“No,” you said, biting back a reply.

“Oh, really?” he laughed. “People can still see the shadows of what we’re doing. From inside.”

Your eyes widened, heat crawling up your neck. You tried to cover your mouth with your hands.

“Embarrassed now?” he asked, pressing you forward against the balcony. With one hard stroke, he sank into you.

“A-ah… w-wait,” you moaned, voice cracking like you were about to cry.

He grunted. “Not embarrassed, right? All these people watching us?”

He pulled out and thrust back in, pressing you against the glass. You tried to muffle your moans, but he grabbed your hands, pinning them behind your back.

“What did I say, Brat? You can let it all out. No one can hear you,” he said.

His strokes slowed, teasing, prolonging the moment, making every second stretch.

Pulling out, he grabbed your hair, forcing your head down to him. He shoved himself into your mouth, making you gag, controlling the rhythm with your hair. You peeked to the side—the flag didn’t reach the floor. People could see.

You tried to cover yourself, sliding your panties up. He noticed, grabbed your hair again and yanked down your fishnet dress, tearing off your pasties. Pain shot through your nipples.

He bent you over the balcony and drove in roughly.

“I thought you weren’t embarrassed, huh?” he growled. “Dont you dance naked for a living?”

His strokes got faster, harder, and relentless. Pain, pleasure, and shame collided. Tears ran down your face as he twitched inside you, moaning loudly as he came.

When it was over, he turned you around, wiping your tears.

“You did such a good job, Brat,” he said.

“Thank you… King,” you whispered.

He handed you his hoodie. It hung loosely, almost like a dress. You went to the bathroom, got yourself together, put your skimpy outfit back on, and returned to the couch. Satoru was passed out with a Twisted Tea in hand.

How someone could get blackout drunk off Twisted Tea, you had no idea. But you had your payment. He had given you $500 in hundreds with his face on them… and a number that turned out to be the nearest Planned Parenthood.

“God, what an asshole,” you muttered to yourself.

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

a/n: im choosing extra slowburn buttt dont worry the smut will be here soon!!!!!! also im gonna post a plug! choso x sorority! reader fic soon! im gonna try out something different with that one

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Gojo chose the seat in the back on purpose.

Third row from the wall. Hoodie up. Notebook open. Distance.

He told himself it was normal—he liked sitting alone, liked being able to disappear into lectures without anyone noticing. That was how it’d always been.

Except today, it felt like avoidance.

You were already there.

Front row. Legs crossed, notebook neat, pen tapping softly against the page. Sukuna sat beside you, sprawled like he owned the place, one arm slung over the back of your chair.

Too close.

Gojo looked down at his notes. Forced himself not to stare.

Didn’t matter. Sukuna noticed him immediately.

“Hey Weirdo,” Sukuna called, voice carrying easily across the room. “What’re you doing all the way back there?”

Gojo stiffened. “Sitting?”

Sukuna smirked. “Don’t be weird. C’mere.”

A few heads turned.

Gojo hesitated.

You glanced back then—really looked this time. Your eyes met his, curious, a little surprised.

“Oh,” you said. “I never knew you were in here.”

The words were casual. The look wasn’t.

Something warm twisted low in Gojo’s stomach.

“Uh—yeah,” he replied, standing despite himself. “I usually sit… back there.”

You smiled. Soft. Inviting. “You don’t have to.”

Sukuna patted the empty seat beside you. “Saved you a spot, man.”

Gojo knew that was a lie.

He still walked down.

When he sat, the space suddenly felt too small. Your knee brushed his. You didn’t move away.

Sukuna leaned back, satisfied. “See? Much better.”

You turned slightly in your seat, resting your elbow on the desk, chin in your hand. “You always hide back there?”

Gojo swallowed. “Not hiding.”

“Mm,” you hummed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Your eyes dragged over him—slow, deliberate. Hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. Glasses slipping just a bit down his nose.

Cute.

Sukuna watched the exchange with open amusement.

“You’re checking him out,” he said.

You didn’t deny it. “Am I?”

Gojo’s ears burned.

Sukuna laughed and leaned closer to you, fingers brushing your wrist like it was nothing. “Careful. He’ll short-circuit.”

You leaned closer too—not to Sukuna.

To Gojo.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured. “He seems… composed.”

Your thigh pressed lightly against his.

Not an accident.

Gojo’s breath caught.

Sukuna’s grin widened.

As the lecture started, Sukuna didn’t move his arm from the back of your chair. His fingers idly toyed with a strand of your hair, twisting it once around his knuckle before letting it fall.

Gojo noticed.

Of course he did.

Sukuna leaned forward, voice low. “You should come out with us sometime.”

You didn’t look away from the board. “With you?”

“With us,” he repeated, glancing pointedly at Gojo.

You finally turned to him. “Is he fun?”

Gojo choked. “I—what?”

You smiled. “I’m asking.”

Sukuna leaned closer to Gojo, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “He’s fun. Just shy.”

You tilted your head, studying Gojo like a puzzle. “I like shy.”

The word lingered.

Sukuna laughed softly. “Told you.”

Gojo felt like he was being pulled apart from the inside.

Halfway through class, you leaned over to Gojo, voice low enough only he could hear.

“You don’t talk much,” you said.

He glanced at you. “You noticed.”

“I notice things.”

Your knee pressed into his again—just slightly firmer this time.

Sukuna noticed too.

“Oh?” he teased. “What else you notice?”

You smiled, eyes never leaving Gojo. “When someone’s pretending not to look.”

Gojo’s heart slammed.

Sukuna leaned back, smug. “Yeah. He’s done.”

You finally pulled away, satisfied, attention returning to the lecture like you hadn’t just turned him inside out.

Gojo stared at his notes, unreadable blur swimming on the page.

Sukuna leaned over once more, whispering in his ear—

“Best friends, remember? I had to call you over.”

Then, quieter:

“Don’t worry. I’ll share.”

Gojo hated that it worked.

Lab stations were worse.

So much worse.

You claimed your spot first, setting your bag down like you belonged there—which you did. Sukuna slid in beside you without asking, hip brushing yours as he reached for gloves.

Gojo hesitated.

Then Sukuna looked over his shoulder. “You coming, or you gonna hover all semester?”

You glanced up. “There’s room.”

There wasn’t.

But Gojo stepped in anyway.

The three of you stood close—too close. The counter pressed against Gojo’s hips, your shoulder nearly brushing his arm.

Sukuna leaned back against the counter, lazy, confident. His hand found your waist again, fingers splayed like it was instinct.

“You always this focused?” he asked, watching you prep the materials.

“Only when it matters,” you replied.

Gojo swallowed.

You leaned forward slightly, reading the instructions, sweater stretching across your back. Sukuna’s hand slid—barely—lower, thumb pressing into the curve of your waist.

Gojo looked away.

You noticed.

Your voice softened. “Gojo, can you pass me the pipette?”

He jumped, then handed it to you.

Your fingers brushed his.

You didn’t pull away right away.

“Thanks,” you said quietly.

Your eyes met his.

Held.

Sukuna watched the moment with open amusement.

“Ohhh,” he murmured. “That’s how it is.”

You smiled, still looking at Gojo. “What?”

Sukuna chuckled. “Nothing.”

His fingers tightened at your waist—just enough to remind Gojo he was there.

As you worked, Sukuna leaned in closer, voice low near your ear. “You’re being mean.”

You didn’t look at him. “You started it.”

He laughed softly. “Yeah. But he’s unraveling.”

Gojo Sukuna and stiffened.

You finally turned toward Sukuna. “Maybe he likes it.”

Your eyes flicked back to Gojo when you said it.

Gojo’s heart slammed.

Sukuna’s grin sharpened. “Careful,” he said. “You’re gonna make me jealous.”

You hummed. “You?”

Sukuna tilted his head. “I don’t like sharing my toys.”

Gojo’s breath caught.

You didn’t miss it.

Your gaze dropped—just briefly—to Gojo’s hands gripping the edge of the counter.

Then back to his face.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You stepped closer—close enough that Sukuna’s hand had to slide away to make room.

Progress.

“Good,” you said. “You get quiet when you’re overwhelmed.”

Sukuna raised a brow. “You profiling him now?”

You smiled. “Nursing habit.”

Gojo almost laughed. Almost.

After lab, Sukuna slung his arm around Gojo’s shoulders like nothing had happened.

“You alive?” he teased.

Gojo shrugged him off lightly. “You’re annoying.”

Sukuna grinned. “You love me.”

You walked just ahead of them, then slowed so they caught up.

“You two always like this?” you asked.

“Unfortunately,” Gojo muttered.

Sukuna leaned closer to you. “He’s been like this since you kissed him.”

Gojo froze. “Sukuna—”

You stopped walking.

Turned.

Met Gojo’s eyes.

“Kissed you?” you asked, voice calm—but curious.

Gojo’s ears burned. “It—it wasn’t—”

You smiled, stepping closer. “I remember.”

Sukuna laughed. “See? Unforgettable.”

You looked at Gojo. Really looked.

“Did that bother you?” you asked softly.

The hallway felt too quiet.

“No,” he said too fast.

You tilted your head. “Liar.”

Then you leaned in just enough that only he could hear—

“You stared like you wanted more.”

Gojo’s breath stuttered.

Sukuna watched his best friend fall apart and clapped his hands once. “Okay, okay—before this turns into a medical emergency.”

You stepped back, amused.

“See you tomorrow,” you said to Gojo.

Then, pointedly, to Sukuna: “Both of you.”

Later, Gojo sat on his bed, phone face down, brain loud.

Your voice replayed in his head. Your touch. The way you’d looked at him like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Sukuna flopped onto the mattress beside him.

“You’re screwed,” Sukuna said cheerfully.

Gojo groaned. “Why are you like this?”

Sukuna shrugged. “You needed help.”

“This is not helping.”

Sukuna smirked. “You didn’t say stop.”

Gojo didn’t answer.

Sukuna’s grin softened—just a bit. “I won’t cross a line,” he said. “But I’m not stepping aside either.”

Gojo stared at the ceiling.

He didn’t know which part scared him more.

That Sukuna meant it.

Or that you clearly did too.

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Summary: A nursing student by day and a dancer by night, you live by one rule: never mix your worlds. But when Sukuna discovers your secret and brings his nerdy best friend Gojo to the club, a single song, a stolen look, and one kiss threaten to unravel everything.

Content: nerd!Gojo x reader, nursing student!reader, stripper!reader, frat boy!Sukuna, college AU, modern AU, slow burn, mutual pining, secret double life, opposites attract, forbidden attraction, quiet guy x confident girl, nerd falls first, tension-heavy, flirting, teasing, jealousy, longing, eye contact, power dynamics, soft but intense, Gojo is down bad afff, Sukuna is messy, Gojo POV spiral, slow burn pain, one kiss changes everything, messy sex, rough sex, jealousy sex, angry sex

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

a/n : hi guys so the fic i was supposed to post the other day isn’t coming along as good as i thought it would :( buttt dw it’ll still be coming out soon. this is something quick i wrote at chilis during family dinner LMAO lmk if u guys want part 2 i have some rlly juicy ideas :p

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Money was the motive.

It had to be.

You told yourself that every morning when the alarm went off too early and your body still felt heavy from the night before. You told yourself when you pulled on scrubs, tied your hair back, and stared at your reflection like you were checking in with someone else.

This wasn’t permanent.

Just necessary.

During the day, you were a nursing student.

Focused. Organized. Responsible.

You sat in the front row. You asked questions. You wrote notes so neat they could’ve been printed straight into a textbook. You learned about infections and cells and systems that kept people alive. You wanted that future — the steady one.

At night, you belonged to the dark.

Different clothes. Different posture. Different rules.

The club didn’t care how smart you were. It cared how you moved. How you looked over your shoulder. How long you held eye contact before breaking it. You learned how to make moments stretch.

You never mixed the two lives.

That was the rule.

You met Sukuna in microbiology.

He wasn’t subtle.

Pink hair that definitely broke dress code. A grin that always came a second before trouble. He leaned back in his chair like he was daring someone to tell him to sit up straight.

The first time he talked to you, it was for a pen.

The second time, it was to complain about the professor.

The third time, he just… stayed.

“You always look like you’ve got somewhere better to be,” he said one afternoon, leaning too close during lab.

“I do,” you replied without looking at him.

He laughed. “Ouch.”

Somehow, it turned into friendship.

You studied together. Sat together. Shared snacks during long labs. He flirted casually — like it was a habit — and you ignored it just as casually.

You knew he was in a frat.

He knew you were in nursing.

That was where it stopped.

The club didn’t warn you that night.

The bass hummed low, rolling through the floor and up your legs as you stepped out under the lights. You slipped into the rhythm easily, your body remembering what to do even when your mind tried to drift.

Then you saw him.

Sukuna.

Close to the stage.

Your heart dropped so hard it felt physical.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then recognition flickered across his face — followed by something slower. Something interested.

His grin spread.

You finished the song on instinct, your movements smooth, practiced. When it ended, you stepped down and walked toward him, heels sharp against the floor.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said quietly.

He leaned back, eyes scanning you without shame — not greedy, not rude. Almost impressed.

“Relax,” he said. “I won’t tell.”

You studied him carefully. “Promise.”

He raised his hands. “Promise.”

Then, softer. “Didn’t know you were hiding this.”

“Now you do,” you replied. “Now you forget.”

He laughed. “That might be hard.”

You turned to leave.

“Oh,” he added, casual, “my friend Gojo has a crush on you.”

You froze.

“…Gojo?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna said. “Satoru. Glasses. Quiet. Nerdy. Talks about you like you’re untouchable.”

Your stomach flipped in a way you didn’t expect.

“He doesn’t know about this,” you said immediately.

“He won’t,” Sukuna replied. “I won’t say a word.”

Then, after a pause, “I’ll bring him tomorrow. Just him.”

You hesitated.

“…Fine.”

The Next Night

Gojo did not want to be there.

He told himself that three times before even walking inside.

The club was loud. Too loud. The bass made his chest feel tight. He adjusted his glasses like that might help.

Sukuna looked completely at ease.

“You okay?” Sukuna asked, smirking.

“I don’t belong here,” Gojo muttered.

“You belong wherever you want,” Sukuna replied. “Relax.”

Then the lights shifted.

And you stepped onto the stage.

Gojo forgot how to breathe.

You didn’t look like the girl from microbiology. The one who sat straight, focused, serious. This version of you moved like you owned the room.

His eyes locked onto you immediately — like something deep in his chest had snapped tight.

You moved slow.

Not rushed. Not desperate.

Your hips followed the beat lazily, confidently. Your hands traced your sides like you weren’t performing — like you were inviting.

Gojo swallowed.

His ears burned red.

Sukuna noticed instantly. “Told you,” he murmured.

Gojo didn’t answer.

He couldn’t look away.

You stepped closer to the edge of the stage, turning just enough for the light to catch you. Your fingers slid along your waist, then hooked lightly into the waistband of your panties — not pulling, just resting there.

Teasing.

Gojo’s breath hitched.

His hands clenched in his lap like he needed something solid to hold onto.

You looked directly at him then.

Not the crowd.

Not Sukuna.

Just him.

And when your eyes met his, something changed.

Your lips curved — just slightly.

Gojo knew, objectively, that staring was rude.

He just couldn’t stop.

You moved like you didn’t feel the weight of his eyes at all—like they didn’t pin you in place, didn’t make his chest feel too tight. You let the beat guide you, slow and unhurried, like time stretched when you were onstage.

Sukuna noticed immediately.

He leaned back, folding his arms, grin sharp. “You look like you’re about to short-circuit.”

Gojo didn’t answer.

He barely heard him.

The lights shifted warmer, lower, washing over your skin. You rolled your shoulders back, letting the music pull through you, hips swaying in time. Your hands skimmed your thighs, slow enough to make the moment drag.

Gojo swallowed.

His heart was beating too fast. He told himself to look away. Just for a second.

He didn’t.

You stepped closer to the edge of the stage again, gaze drifting over the room before landing right back on him. You held it this time. Didn’t rush past it.

Your eyes didn’t ask permission.

They challenged.

Gojo’s fingers curled tighter into his palms.

Sukuna leaned forward, voice low and amused. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not,” Gojo muttered, which was a lie.

You turned slowly, letting the movement speak for you. The music dipped, the beat lazy and smooth, and you let your hips follow it, unbothered, controlled. Your fingers slid along your waist again, hooking lightly into the waistband of your panties.

Not pulling.

Just enough.

Gojo’s breath hitched so sharply it surprised even him.

Sukuna let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah,” he said. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

You lowered yourself to your knees, movements unhurried, almost indulgent. The lights caught your face, your expression calm, unreadable—except for the way your eyes stayed on Gojo.

Always on Gojo.

He felt exposed. Seen in a way he wasn’t used to. Like you could tell exactly what this was doing to him and were choosing not to stop.

You crawled closer to the edge of the stage.

Closer.

Close enough now that Gojo could see the way your lashes cast shadows under your eyes. The way your lips parted slightly when you breathed.

Sukuna shifted beside him. “You okay?” he asked, clearly enjoying this.

Gojo nodded, even though his mind was spinning. “She—” He stopped himself.

Sukuna hummed. “Yeah.”

The song changed.

The opening notes of To the Morning by The Weeknd slid through the speakers, slow and heavy, the kind of song that made everything feel intimate whether you wanted it to or not.

Your body followed it instantly.

You rose smoothly, letting the beat guide your movements, hips rolling in time with the melody. The song wrapped around the room, around the moment, like it had been waiting for you.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on the stage, back arching just enough to make Gojo’s breath catch again.

He looked wrecked.

You straightened and stepped right to the edge, close enough now that the distance felt intentional. Your gaze softened—not less intense, just warmer.

Sukuna leaned back, satisfied. “I told you she was trouble.”

Gojo barely heard him.

You leaned down.

Not all the way.

Close enough that Gojo could feel your presence without touching. Close enough that the world narrowed to just the two of you and the low, aching pull of the music.

Your eyes flicked briefly to his lips.

Then back to his eyes.

Gojo froze.

And then you kissed his cheek.

Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

Just once.

The music kept playing.

When you pulled back, Gojo sat completely still, like moving might break whatever had just happened. His face was flushed, eyes wide behind his glasses, breath uneven.

You met his gaze one last time.

And smiled.

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NERD! GOJO X READER X FRAT! SUKUNA

summary! Satoru messed up, Sukuna watched, and you’re left furious… but things get way hotter than you expected. Late-night apologies turn into chaos, bratty control, and wild, tangled passion. One girl, two boys, and no one is leaving untouched.

warnings! Threesome, double penetration, bratty control, sexual teasing, and messy body fluids.

nerdjo art creds @toriiartz_ on tt

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Satoru had never been on the phone this late before. He usually went to sleep early, textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, glasses folded just right. But tonight, his room was dark, his phone pressed to his ear, heart racing.

“Are you still there?” he asked softly. “Yeah,” you smiled, curled up in bed. “I’m here.”

Your voice made him nervous in a good way. This was his first girlfriend. First late-night calls. First time feeling like this.

The month you and Satoru had been together, Sukuna had guided him through everything.

What to say on calls.

What to buy you.

How to compliment you.

Honestly… you might as well have been dating Sukuna too. You just didn’t know it yet.

His phone buzzed.

Sukuna: say this “you looked so beautiful today with your hair up”

Satoru follows his lead and repeats what Sukuna just texted him.

“Aww thank you baby, you're too sweet,” you respond shyly. “Why do you like my hair up, hmm?”

Satoru’s phone buzzed again.

Sukuna: “Cuz it shows me what I can hold on to when you suck my dick ahaha. Make sure to laugh, dude, she’ll go crazy.”

Satoru does as he’s told, telling you what Sukuna said, with the laugh of course.

“Babe, stoppp! This doesn’t even sound like you… what happened to my innocent nerd boyfriend?” you say, laughing.

“He’s still here,” Satoru says slickly. “It just turns me on when you get so flustered.”

“Oh yeah… just like that—she’s gonna love it… oh, fuck,” says a familiar deep, raspy voice on the other side of the phone.

“Uhm, Satoru, what’s going on?!” you say, as anger and embarrassment take over your whole body.

“W-wait, babe, I can explain—”

You hang up immediately. Mortified, you throw your phone to the other side of the room and scream into your pillow. Endless thoughts race through your brain.

How long has this been going on?

Does Sukuna get off to it?

What else has he seen or heard?

Overwhelmed, tears fall, hot and fast.

Your phone starts buzzing again.

Satoru: Babe… pls… I’m sorry… I just— Satoru: I didn’t mean it… I just… I need you… Satoru: Please… just pick up… I’ll do anything Satoru: I can’t stop thinking about you 😭

A new message pops up.

Sukuna: Hey… I know I fucked up too. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please forgive Satoru. He really needs you. Another one. Sukuna: You don’t know how much he cares. Don’t make him suffer more.

Satoru keeps texting, one after the other, almost frantic:

Satoru: I’m outside… kidding… maybe… Satoru: I’ll climb in if I have to 😭 Satoru: Please… I’ll do anything… I just want to fix this… Satoru: I hate that I hurt you… pls…

Sukuna texts again, more personal, urgent:

Sukuna: You’re the only one for him. Don’t let this ruin what you two have.

The phone keeps buzzing. Your heart races, part of you wants to answer… part of you wants to hide forever. You bury your face in your pillow, letting the tears fall freely, heart pounding. The weight of everything—embarrassment, betrayal, confusion, longing—presses down on you.

Eventually, exhaustion wins. The phone still lighting up beside you, you drift off, curled up under the blankets, muffled sobs turning into shallow, restless sleep.

A knock on the door shakes you awake. Groaning, you lift your head and see Utahime leaning in, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised.

“Your loser boyfriend and his asshole friend just tried to climb up and into your window,” she says, deadpan. “I told them to kick rocks… is everything okay?”

You blink, half-asleep, clutching your blanket. “Uh… what… wait, what?!”

“They’re idiots,” she mutters. “I didn’t even want to deal with it, but seriously… are you okay? Because if you’re not, I will personally make them regret this.”

You groan, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “No… I mean… I don’t know… I’m just…” Your words trail off, a swirl of panic, embarrassment, and frustration.

Utahime sighs and sits on the edge of your bed. “Yeah… thought so. Look, I already scolded them. They’re in the hall sulking like babies. But you might want to, I dunno… talk to them? Or ignore them. Either way, I’m not letting them sneak in again.”

You stare at her, blinking. “Oh my god… they actually tried…” “Yep. And yes, they’re idiots,” she confirms. “Now go wake up properly. You’ve got… drama waiting.”

You get up. Your room still spinning from the phone chaos. You’re shaking with anger and exhaustion all at once. A soft knock at the door makes your blood boil.

“Please… can I come in?” Satoru’s voice is low, shaky, almost begging.

You throw open the door, glaring. “Oh, you’re here. Surprise, surprise.”

Sukuna leans in behind him, smirking like he owns the room.

“I swear to god, I don’t even know why I’m not strangling both of you right now,” you yell, voice shaking. “Satoru, you little—ugh, what the hell were you thinking? And you,” you glare at Sukuna, “stay out of my life, you sick fuck!”

Satoru swallows hard, voice soft, almost whimpering. “I… I know I fucked up. I didn’t mean for any of this. I just…”

“Just what?” you spit, pacing. “Just let your asshole friend tell me dirty shit instead of talking to me yourself?! Are you kidding me?!”

Satoru drops his eyes, voice small, submissive. “I… I didn’t want to lose you. I… I don’t know how to talk to a girl that way without being awkward, and I… I didn’t want that to be a turn-off.”

You stop in your tracks, furious. “Turn-off?! Satoru, I’m your girlfriend, and you let some frat jackass tell me what you should’ve been saying?! Are you insane?!”

Sukuna snickers lightly. “Hey, I was just helping.”

You whip your head toward him, eyes blazing. “Helping?! Helping? You’re a massive asshole, that’s what you are. Stay the hell out of my business!”

Satoru drops to his knees, voice pleading, almost begging. “Please… I’m sorry. I just… I love you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was scared, okay? Scared of saying the wrong thing and losing you…”

You cross your arms, shaking, tears threatening to spill. “Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt? How embarrassed? How betrayed?!”

Satoru buries his face in his hands. “I know… I know, and I hate myself for it. I just… I need you. Please… don’t leave me.”

Sukuna steps back, a small smirk still playing on his lips. “You might… maybe should hear him out. He’s genuinely pathetic right now.”

You groan, sinking onto your bed, burying your face in your hands. The anger is still there, but the desperation, the submission in Satoru’s voice, the teasing in Sukuna’s—it's overwhelming.

You look up, voice low and sharp. “Fine. You want forgiveness? You wanna fix this? Prove it.”

Satoru lifts his head immediately, almost trembling. “Anything… I’ll do anything.”

Sukuna grins, eyes glinting. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

You bite your lip, chest still racing. “Hmm… okay then. Make out with Sukuna,” you say firmly.

Sukuna’s eyes widen, clearly shocked. “W-wha—”

Before he can react, Satoru’s lips crash into his, pulling him into a desperate, heated kiss. Their tongues swirl together, urgent, messy, like neither of them can breathe without the other. Sukuna, who had been defiant and trying to pull away before, now melts into it, letting Satoru passionately suck his tongue.

You watch, chest heaving, breath catching, and then can’t resist any longer. You grab both of them, tugging them toward you. Your lips crash onto Sukuna’s, and Satoru’s lips immediately follow, pressing against yours from the other side.

Tongues swirl and teeth graze in all directions as the three of you collide, chaotic and messy. You gasp, pulling them closer. “Mmh… don’t even think about stopping!” you demand, bratty and breathless.

Satoru whines softly, submissive and desperate, lips still locked with Sukuna’s. “I… I just… want to make you happy…”

Sukuna smirks, hand sliding possessively along your side, whispering low, teasing words. “She’s bratty, huh? I love it…”

You growl softly, shoving Satoru’s face back to yours, tugging at his hair. “You think this is a game?” you hiss. “You move when I tell you to.”

The three of you are tangled together—Satoru trembling under your hands, desperate and submissive; Sukuna smirking, confident, teasing; and you, bratty, frustrated, completely caught up in the heat.

Hands roam freely, lips press and collide, and every kiss, every touch, every swirl of tongues fuels the chaos even more, until it’s impossible to tell who’s kissing whom first.

You separate from them briefly. “Strip each other,” you say firmly.

They move quickly, obeying, seductively stripping each other. Sukuna takes off Satoru’s shirt first, then bites at the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down while Satoru stands there, red-faced and embarrassed.

Satoru hesitates a moment, then does the same to Sukuna, slowly peeling off his shirt and boxers, flushed and hesitant.

“Now… strip me.”

Satoru takes the first move, gently lifting your shirt over your head, hands careful as he undoes your bra.

Sukuna steps closer, sliding your pajama shorts down, then grabs Satoru’s hard, pink-tipped length.

“H-hey… wait,” Satoru mutters, embarrassed, voice shaky.

Sukuna entangles his own length with Satoru’s in your panties, pulling them down together.

“Sit on the floor. Now,” you say firmly.

They obey immediately, sinking to the floor. You straddle Satoru, legs spread wide, and pull Sukuna closer, resting his legs over Satoru’s. Their thick lengths and heavy balls press together.

Embarrassment paints both of their faces red. Satoru opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off coldly: “Shut the fuck up.”

He whimpers softly, glancing at Sukuna, who’s already staring at him—brows furrowed, face flushed, caught somewhere between embarrassment and desire.

You grin, chest heaving, eyes flicking between them. “Both of you… at the same time,” you command, voice sharp, bratty, dripping with control. “I’m not gonna wait for you to figure it out yourselves.”

Satoru whimpers softly, trembling, fully submissive, while Sukuna smirks, leaning into your dominance. Their thick lengths are pressed together, slick and hard, and you press them closer with your hands.

You wrap both of your hands around them, letting them feel each other while you start moving in sync. One smooth motion, up and down, keeping their shafts pressed together so every stroke sends heat through both of them.

“Fuck… oh god,” Satoru groans, shivering, soft whimpers escaping his lips. His eyes keep flicking to Sukuna, flushed, embarrassed—but he doesn’t pull away.

Sukuna growls low, eyes on you, chest rising and falling quickly. “Oh… she’s going to ruin us,” he murmurs, already shivering from the friction and your teasing.

You smirk, teasing, hands moving faster while keeping them pressed together.

Satoru whines, submissive, shaking under your grip. “I… I can’t… it’s too much…”

You tighten your hold slightly, letting them feel everything—every stroke, every press, every shiver—through each other. Sukuna moans low, Satoru whimpers, and you grin, bratty, in total control, making them feel each other entirely while you drive them both wild at the same time.

Your hands move faster, slick against their pressed-together lengths. Both of them are hard, trembling, shivering under your control, every stroke sending shivers straight through their bodies.

“Oh… fuck… mmh…” Satoru whines, hips twitching involuntarily.

Sukuna growls low, chest rising and falling quickly. “You’re insane… she’s insane…”

You smirk, bratty and commanding, squeezing them together, letting them feel everything. “Mmh… that’s it… feel each other, both of you… don’t even think about moving away from me,” you hiss, voice sharp, teasing, impossible to ignore.

Their twitching gets more obvious, Satoru whimpering, eyes watering, Sukuna groaning low and gripping your hips. You can feel every pulse, every shiver, every desperation in your hands, and it makes you grin wickedly.

“You’re both so weak for me… look at you… trembling already…” you tease, tightening your grip slightly. “Oh… that’s it… almost there, huh?”

Satoru gasps, hips jerking involuntarily. “I-I’m… I can’t hold it—”

Sukuna growls, pressing his forehead to yours, almost panting. “I… I’m gonna—mmh—”

You smirk, bratty, not letting them finish. “Not yet… not without me, you idiots.” You press them tighter together, hands moving in perfect sync over both of them, driving them crazy.

Their moans and whimpers mix together, faces flushed, eyes half-lidded, breathing ragged, every twitch and pulse beneath your hands making you grin wider. They’re so close, shivering, trembling, pressed together… and you know exactly what you want to do next.

You straddle Satoru, pressing his warm tip against you, heat and tension radiating from every motion. He lets out a startled yelp, and you hush him sharply. “Quiet… we don’t want to get caught,” you murmur, bratty and commanding.

Behind you, Sukuna leans closer, and you guide him into your puckering hole, letting him find his place while keeping full control. You give Satoru a teasing kiss, holding Sukuna’s hand to ease some tension just a little.

Then, with a wicked grin, you slam down, pressing them both into you. The three of you let out a chaotic, breathless “oh my God,” heat and energy mingling in a messy, thrilling crescendo.

Every twitch, every shiver, every gasp fuels your control. Satoru is submissive, trembling under you, while Sukuna smirks, confident and teasing, eyes locked on you. You’re in full control, and the chaos, the mess, the heat is entirely yours.

Satoru stares right into your eyes, cerulean and teary, lips parting in soft whimpers, while Sukuna watches his length slide in and out of your ass, jaw hanging open, chest rising and falling quickly. You feel both of them twitch, and chasing your own pleasure, you ride faster, leading yourself to a strong orgasm, releasing a clear warm liquid all over Satoru’s abs and face while letting out a loud moan and a breathless, “o-oh f-fuckk.”

Quickly after, Satoru and Sukuna finish at the same time, filling you completely in both holes. The room is filled with chaotic, breathless gasps, shivers, and trembling bodies, all of you tangled together in a messy, intense climax.

You lift yourself off both of them and put your ass up in the air. You grab Satoru’s hair and lead him to your puckering hole, then guide Sukuna to your warm, sticky slit. Both holes pulse, showing them their seed inside.

“Now eat it out,” you say, “but don’t swallow.”

They obey immediately, pressing closer, licking and tasting, completely absorbed in each other and in you. Sukuna presses his lips to your pussy lips, licking and sucking that bundle of nerves, while Satoru carefully follows your command, sucking and scooping Sukuna’s seed out with his tongue from your puckering hole.

You feel a heavy wave crash over you as they lead you into another orgasm. This time even stronger than the last. Sukuna makes sure every drop is accounted for.

You sit straight up, pushing their heads together, bratty and commanding, and Sukuna gently separates his head from Satoru’s, putting a thumb over Satoru’s lips, signaling him to open.

Sukuna lets out a creamy white liquid into Satoru’s mouth, letting him taste both yours and his own release. You let out a soft moan, just watching Satoru be so obedient.

Satoru then presses his lips against Sukuna’s, letting out all the liquid he has trapped in his mouth, making sure Sukuna tastes himself mixed with both yours and Satoru’s release.

The liquid drips down both of their chins, trailing down their pecs and onto their abs. The room is a chaotic mix of soft gasps, trembles, shivers, and low growls.

You press a gentle kiss to Satoru, brushing away a stray tear. “You did so well, baby,” you murmur softly, fingers tracing down his cheek. “Look at you… all flushed and trembling. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Satoru sniffles, lips trembling, eyes glossy. “I… I just… wanted to make you happy,” he whispers.

You grin seductively, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Mmh… well, you definitely did. But I think I’m going to need both of you to stay like this from now on,” you tease, letting your fingers linger as you wipe away the last of his tears.

Sukuna chuckles low behind you, brushing a strand of hair from your shoulder. “She’s crazy, huh? I like it,” he murmurs, eyes glinting.

You laugh softly, chest still heaving, and settle back against them, fingers entwined between both of theirs. “Well… I guess I have two boyfriends now,” you say, bratty but soft, letting the chaos and warmth of the moment wrap around all three of you.

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