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The cards were always going to be in Sukuna’s favor when he joined the streaming space. Good looks. Deep voice. Cool tattoos. Snake bites. Interactions with his audience and other streamers are quite wonderful. Well, if wonderful meant finding all the clever ways to curse and berate someone — that’s one reason he's so captivating to his audience.
Abrasive. Loud. Hot.
It was an easy feat rising to the top, his audience growing from a mere dozen to a few million followers in just under a year.
He plays whatever he finds interesting enough. First player shooter games is one category he excels at. There’s dynamics he has with Valorant streamers, Choso and Gojo, that always seem to garner trending clips. He thinks Choso is tolerable. Gojo, not so much. Not when Gojo finds teasing and flirting with Sukuna to be wildly entertaining. Sukuna allows it until he’s sick of it, being in a lobby with Gojo means more viewers in his chat.
At times, he’s a bit of a cozy gamer. Slower paced, 8-bit RPGs with a good plot behind it. Sukuna honestly prefers these streams more, where he can kick-back and take it slow. Fans seem to enjoy these streams from him too. They find it breaks apart from the typical content that most streamers are putting out there.
He’s just being himself.
Whether he’s yelling at Gojo to pull it together, or mumbling out dialogue from pixelated characters, his viewers love him.
In the moments during or between games and quests, he’ll read chat and occasionally answer questions they ask. They’d love to know everything about him, especially the more parasocial fans. As much as Sukuna indulges them sometimes, he still keeps some personal aspects about his life to himself.
There’s one subject in particular that everyone wants to pry about.
His relationship. His boyfriend.
They want to find out everything about his boyfriend.
Sukuna almost regrets the day he revealed he had one. Seeing the chat go absolutely bonkers with the follow up questions. Asking who he is, how they met, how long ago — and then begging Sukuna to let them meet his partner. Oh, he was pissed when a good few of them started to theorize it was Gojo.
Sukuna never realized that there was this level of protectiveness within him. Possessiveness, maybe? Either way, he discovered that he didn’t want to share any of the details on what his relationship was like, who he was with.
A lot of it had to do with seeing the internet tear people to shreds over dumb revelations and just even dumber opinions. Sukuna never really cared for the hate sent his way, his mentality had been rock solid from the start of his streaming career. Nothing anyone said mattered to him, be it positive or negative. It was different when it came to his partner. Sukuna doesn’t think he’d be able to tolerate any slander towards them.
He’s thankful most of his viewers were pretty receptive when they found out their favorite streamer was taken. He made sure to foster a certain audience anyway, not wanting to deal with literal children or extremely parasocial people.
It’s fun to make it a game of sorts, holding his boyfriend’s identity out of their grasp. Sukuna knew it wouldn’t be realistic to keep him a secret forever, not when crazy people exist on the internet. So it’s been an entertaining time to see how long Sukuna could go without revealing who he’s with, to see his chat go insane over the subject.
Sukuna finds his ways to tease them about it.
He’ll share small stories here and there about his partner. Other times, they’ll catch glimpses of his boyfriend’s arm dropping off a drink on Sukuna’s desk, and Sukuna will move out of frame to give them a kiss. Sometimes, Sukuna will look away from the monitor and mute his mic to talk to his boyfriend, a wide smile for his audience to see. It drives the chat wild every time. They badly want to know who has captured Sukuna’s heart.
ugh sukunas bf is so lucky
sukuna! please let us meet your boyfriend :(
wish it were me
i bet sukuna gives it good
He recalls laughing when he read that last comment, a smirk on his face, really wanting to say that he takes care of his boyfriend plenty.
Sukuna thinks he’s done a great job at keeping everything under wraps.
Until, one day, a privated stream of his is leaked.
It starts off with Sukuna up and personal, fingers and palm covering the camera’s view as he adjusts the angle of it. As his hand moves away, they’re greeted with Sukuna’s scrunched brows, mumbling some words to himself. His pink hair is partly wet, messy on top of his head, probably stepped out of the shower a few minutes ago. The black muscle tee and darker sweats he wears is more evidence of that, a few damp patches in the fabric of his clothes.
There’s a sigh Sukuna releases as he tosses himself back into his chair, his typical set up for streams in view now.
Not much shows behind him from where he sits. There’s a wall with a few band posters on it. A low shelf that holds awards he’s received in his time as a streamer. It’s daytime. He doesn’t do streams this early so the bright lighting is a stark contrast to when it’s night and the room is engulfed with a red hue from his mood lamp.
It’s silent for a few minutes, but there’s clicks of his mouse and typing on his keyboard every couple seconds. The different screens he’s going through on his computer reflects the light faintly on his skin and clothes.
Sukuna’s current stream isn’t public as he tries out newly commissioned screens and notification graphics. He’s test streaming, wanting to play back what he’s recording to ensure everything is working the way it should be.
Music starts to play softly in the background. It’s moody and punk just as one would expect from a guy like Sukuna. It’s music he can play while he’s not publicly streaming, not worried about copyright strikes. He doesn’t sing along to the songs but his fingers form each bass chord against his desk mat.
Sukuna’s quite dreamy when he’s got his black bass guitar, adorned with red lines, resting on his thigh. Bulky arms hugging the polished wood to his chest. It’s not often enough that he plays the bass on stream. There’s viewers that beg for it every time he’s live in hopes of adding more needed clips of him and his hotness for fan edits.
He’s switching from his ‘starting stream’ screen over to his face cam when there’s a gentle knock on the door.
“You’re good, I’m not live.” Sukuna calls out, eyes not looking up from the screen. The door opens without a sound from the other end of the room behind his monitor.
He doesn’t need to look up to know who it is. Knows there’s only one other person in this shared apartment. Only one person he knows that enters rooms as quietly as they can. Who also walks so delicately, enjoying that they can be as quiet as a cat, really.
They approach him. In Sukuna’s peripheral, it’s a blur of a blue crewneck that passes behind the monitor. His eyes shift to the window of his face cam as sleeves appear from his left side, and he sees too, in front of him, as arms come to wrap around his shoulders - more of his neck really, as Sukuna’s still seated.
They’re standing too tall for their face to show on camera, but Sukuna allows his head to be pulled in the direction of this person, resting his temple on their stomach. He begins to smile, seeing himself be embraced so adoringly in the monitor across him. Long, slender fingers caress his cheeks and Sukuna wraps his arm around them too. The chair is in the way, but neither of them complain.
“Hi, Megumi.”
He greets, and his boyfriend is finally named to those watching the leaked stream.
Megumi. My Megumi.
Sukuna thinks as he finally tilts his head up and away from the screen, looking at his boyfriend’s beautiful face.
Megumi smiles back at him, green eyes sparkling.
“Hi, Sukuna.”
The crewneck he wears is oversized on his lean body, dropping down to his thighs. White, thin shorts barely peek out from underneath, fabric clinging to skin. He looks cozy, jet black hair tousled in all directions like he just got up from laying on the couch.
Megumi’s fingers slide to the end of Sukuna’s undercut, softly scratching at the hair. Sukuna thinks he lets out a purr at that, closing his eyes and burying his head into Megumi’s sweater for a moment.
“Tired?” Megumi asks, tone affectionate like he’s asking a child.
Sukuna breathes out a laugh against the cotton of the crewneck, Megumi feeling the warm air on his stomach through it. “A little, but I’m alright, baby.” He looks up again, and Megumi holds his face up with both hands, “What about you?”
Megumi gives him another coy smile before looking away for a few seconds, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then he turns back, the inside of his bottom lip in between his teeth as his face starts to color pink and oh, Sukuna knows what that means. Even without Megumi saying a word, Sukuna knows exactly what his boyfriend wants.
The hand at Megumi’s back begins to rub, fingers dropping low to sneak under his top, a smirk making its way onto Sukuna’s face. “Come here.” And he pulls Megumi to him.
He turns in his gaming chair, getting the arm rest out of the way, and helps Megumi straddle his lap. Megumi’s kissing him before Sukuna can initiate it, but he indulges the eager boy with a happy groan. Megumi returns it with a needy sigh of his own, licking into Sukuna’s mouth. A pulse of desire starts to burn low in Sukuna’s stomach, immediately warming itself down into his pants. He enjoys it when Megumi is like this; not afraid to show how desperate he is for these intimate moments.
When they had met, Sukuna thought he was a submissive little thing; so reserved in good posture and quiet manners. He thought Megumi would need a gentle approach, to dating, to sex. Someone who just needed to be taken care of. Sukuna was right for the most part, but Megumi surprised him with an agency of his own. Whenever Megumi wants something, he would do it himself rather than waiting for Sukuna to make the first move.
Sukuna’s cock twitches, filling as Megumi begins to roll his hips on top of his lap. He breaks apart from the kiss to allow them both some air, tilting his head back against the chair and releasing low moans as Megumi grinds on him, nice and slow. His hands squeeze and pull on Megumi’s hips, somewhat guiding the movements but Megumi’s doing most of it on his own. His eyes shut, focusing on how Megumi’s making him feel. Feeling Megumi’s warmth through their layers of clothes.
“Damn, baby, what’s got you so worked up?” Sukuna can’t help but ask as Megumi scatters kisses across his jaw and down his throat. He moves his hips up to get Megumi to stop and splutter a second, enough time to reply to Sukuna’s question.
“Just missed you.” Megumi tells him, breathing hotly into Sukuna’s ear, “Horny.” He adds.
Pure honesty.
Sukuna huffs out a laugh and he really can’t be mad at Megumi’s answer. He’s feeling hot himself now with all of Megumi’s actions, with the past two minutes of him stepping into the room. Megumi’s mouthing at his neck, and knowing where Sukuna’s most sensitive, Megumi flattens his tongue against the right side of Sukuna’s throat, humming when Sukuna shivers beneath him.
“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes out, “You’re driving me crazy.”
Megumi stays latched to his skin, at his shoulder now, trying to find more sensitive spots. Sukuna drops his head forward, eyes opening to the world again. He’s startled for a moment when his view lands on the monitor, seeing Megumi’s back to the camera, spread all over Sukuna. He remembers quickly that he’s not live, anxiety peaking then dying within seconds. Sukuna has half a mind to consider shutting the stream off completely when his gaze truly fixates on how they look on camera. How Megumi looks, more of.
A very naughty idea pops up in Sukuna’s head.
He tightens his hold on Megumi’s hips, pushing them to still. Megumi whines a complaint, lifting his head from the space between Sukuna’s neck and shoulder. Sukuna hushes him, fingers moving under his sweater again and feeling at his boyfriend’s lithe waist.
“Wanna try something,” Sukuna explains himself as Megumi pouts down at him. He takes that opportunity to kiss Megumi’s puckered lips, giving him a few doting pecks. Megumi relaxes back into him, wanting to be kissed deeper. He asks Sukuna what he has in mind, trying to guess before he’s answered.
“Could you face the camera for me, doll?”
Megumi tenses in Sukuna’s hold. He instantly forgot that his streamer boyfriend was recording the second he settled on Sukuna’s lap. His unease has Sukuna rubbing up and down his sides, goosebumps waking in Megumi’s skin. Sukuna kisses his cheek, reassuring him, “I promise it’s not live, baby, no one will see.” (hah)
Heart flipping in his chest, Megumi gives a nod, breathing out an okay before standing from Sukuna’s lap. He turns around, cheeks reddening as he sits back down, this time with his front to the camera and monitor.
And there he is.
Sukuna’s boyfriend shared with everyone watching now.
They take in his wild hair. The long lashes over green eyes. Skin pale and just a touch pink. His disheveled state; lips red and swollen, sweater wrinkled and sitting high on his waist now as he leans back onto Sukuna. He’s a pretty mess for his first introduction.
Megumi feels a bit shy, exposed. It’s a little too much to take in, seeing himself on camera. He doesn’t back out of this though, catching Sukuna’s dark eyes through the monitor. He’s caressing Megumi again, hands once again under his top, feeling all over his torso now. Megumi’s breath trembles, wanting to look away from the monitor but he can’t at this moment.
Sukuna’s fingers brush over his nipple and he breathes out a moan, jutting his hips back. Sukuna’s completely hard behind him now, pressing against his ass. Megumi repositions himself, letting out a satisfied whimper when he feels that pulsing girth between his cunt. He’s so turned on, and he swears he could die.
Flustered, Megumi finally turns away from the camera, his hand reaching behind to grab Sukuna’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss over his shoulder. One of Sukuna’s hands leaves his shirt to grab at Megumi’s dark hair, forcing the boy to open his mouth, Sukuna’s tongue pushing inside.
It’s a filthy kiss. Megumi’s moaning into it as he continues to move on Sukuna’s lap. He feels like he’s never been this wet before, but he thinks that every time they fuck. Sukuna just finds more and more ways to keep him turned on.
Yeah, he’s getting into it now.
Sukuna pulls away from the kiss to whisper, “Face forward.”
Megumi turns his head towards the screen almost obediently. It’s strange seeing them like this, like they’re watching their own love film right now. He watches Sukuna place wet kisses on his neck, hands on Megumi’s thighs. Those hands move to remove his shorts, Megumi lifts himself to allow it.
A soft baby blue is the color of his sheer panties, matching his crewneck. Sukuna mumbles all these nice things about him as he sits back down, you’re so pretty, Megs, and fuck, I’d actually eat you.
He’s biting down on his lower lip when Sukuna cups under his right knee and lifts it up, setting his foot on top of the arm rest. Sukuna does the same with his other leg.
“Let me see,” Sukuna whispers hotly into his ear, making him shiver, exhaling shakily.
Megumi’s already wet from the foreplay and all the touches Sukuna’s laid on him. There’s a wet spot on his panties, and the material of them is so thin that everything underneath peeks through. Megumi’s going red at the sight, embarrassed to see what a mess he’s become already just from kissing and moving on Sukuna’s lap. He wishes he could grind back down from where he is, missing the feeling of Sukuna’s length in between his legs.
Sukuna hooks his chin over Megumi’s shoulder, big and strong hands feeling up and down the inside of Megumi’s thighs. Megumi’s skin is soft, unblemished. He knows just how much time Megumi dedicates to his body, keeping all planes of him smooth. He always smells so good too.
He slowly gets closer to where Megumi wants him, kneading his fingers into Megumi’s thighs hard enough that it feels bruising. Megumi doesn’t beg often, but he thinks about doing it now, becoming increasingly impatient with how worked up he is. He does his best to move his hips forward when the tips of Sukuna’s fingers brush against the side of his covered crotch.
“‘Kuna..” Megumi gasps, moving his eyes down from the monitor to gauge the distance, “Please.”
“Ah-ah, Megumi, eyes on the screen.” Sukuna scolds, moving his fingers back and squeezing the inner part of his thigh, just a touch unkind.
Megumi whines, drawing his head back up with a pout. His lips tremble, watching Sukuna’s hands through the monitor pull his legs apart even wider. Sukuna watches too, wetting his lips with his tongue as he acknowledges the sight before them.
Sukuna decides it’s time to take it further, eyes coated in mischief as he looks directly into the camera.
“Isn't he pretty, chat?” He asks as if he’s live, voice loud and clear.
Megumi freezes up a bit in panic, heart racing. His mind is too wrapped up in desire to remember that this is all to be offline. He tenses up under Sukuna’s touch and his eyes are wide as they search all over the screen, mouth opening to protest.
Sukuna hushes him, getting him to ease down by drawing patterns on his legs, moving his lips to Megumi’s ear and reminding him, “It’s okay, baby, ‘m just playing around.”
It helps. Megumi swallows the bout of anxiety rising up his throat, releasing a long breath to soothe himself too. For the next minute, Sukuna focuses on just that, getting Megumi to relax back into him. He places gentle kisses on his boyfriend’s neck, arms coming to wrap around Megumi’s middle. It’s an apologetic gesture, feeling sorry for scaring him like that.
Sukuna realizes it's the first time they’ve done something like this. Their bedroom activities have been quite adventurous; the both of them having explored all the kinks they’re into. They just haven’t done this before, put themselves in front of a camera.
“This okay?” Sukuna asks, wanting a verbal confirmation to continue.
Megumi’s hands slide over his arms, squeezing appreciatively. He takes another few seconds to think about it, “Yes, yes, it’s okay.” He confirms, nodding.
“Good.”
It’s all the warning he gets before Sukuna reaches down and finally palms over his cunt.
It takes Megumi by surprise, throwing his head back, gasping loudly.
“Sukuna—“
“Doll, why don’t you say hello? It’s rude not to.” Sukuna hums low, continuing his little act, rubbing up and down Megumi's pussy.
Sukuna’s hand is warm as it moves over Megumi’s clothed clit and he moans, unable to respond properly. His face burns once again, unsure if the shame he feels is from roleplay they’re doing or the fact that he’s enjoying this.
Sukuna’s enjoying it thoroughly; peering over Megumi’s shoulder with hooded eyes and watching as his boyfriend loses himself little by little, Megumi spreading his legs impossibly wider. He finally lets his fingers hook onto the side of Megumi’s panties, pulling them to the side and exposing him to the camera.
Megumi pants, pulling his head back forward and moaning loudly when Sukuna gives attention to his clit, tracing circles around it. Seeing the action unfold on the monitor sends butterflies through his stomach, adding to the pleasure.
He can’t look away this time.
The camera shows everything.
“I know, he’s beautiful.” Sukuna responds to an imaginary message, enjoying the way Megumi squirms, lifting his hips into Sukuna’s hand, wanting more. Needing more.
Sukuna plunges two fingers inside him with no hesitation, immediately curling and pressing against a spot that has Megumi whimpering Sukuna’s name, his legs shaking. The pads of his fingers press and rub, choosing to stay inside rather than thrust his fingers in and out, assaulting Megumi’s favorite spot.
“Fuck, fuck,” Megumi moans.
Megumi loves whenever Sukuna’s fingering him. Sukuna loves it just as much. He can do it for hours if he’s just in a mood to take Megumi apart. He knows Megumi’s body just as much as the boy himself does, knowing where to touch and prod. He does it well enough that Megumi’s always creaming around his fingers, and he can’t help but feel smug about it every time.
“Look at you,” Sukuna mumbles, watching Megumi cant his hips up, trying to fuck himself on Sukuna’s fingers from this position. “Not so shy anymore, hm? Gonna let everyone see how well I treat you?”
Megumi's mind goes hazy hearing Sukuna’s words, the wet sounds coming from where he’s being played with. His eyes haven’t left the screen in front of him, observing and the scene makes him wetter. Sukuna’s fingers draw out to spread the wetness all over, just for show, smirking when Megumi whines at the loss inside him.
He’s so close.
“See how good he is?” Sukuna has a smile on his face, "I should reward him, don’t you think?”
He pushes his fingers inside again and Megumi loses it, his body thrashing from pleasure. Sukuna’s arm is over his stomach, anchoring him in place, fingers curling inside rapidly, fighting the tightness closing in as Megumi approaches his end. Megumi watches himself fall apart, nearly crying out loud. Maybe he is, there’s tears in his eyes. He grips onto Sukuna’s arm, nails digging in as his orgasm washes over him.
“Oh my god, Suku—nah,” He wails, “I’m comi—“
Sukuna groans deeply as the camera catches the bursts of Megumi’s release squirting all over himself. It leaks down to Sukuna's pants and on his chair, some drops landing on the desk a good distance away. He lets Megumi ride through it, softly whimpering as Sukuna thrusts his fingers slowly. It takes a good moment, staying inside and feeling Megumi intervally clench around him.
Megumi catches his breath above him, his body slumping into Sukuna as he comes down. “Fuck, that was good.” He says in a delighted giggle.
Sukuna laughs with him, pressing a kiss on his shoulder, “Yeah?”
Megumi hums as Sukuna moves his fingers out, marveling at the wetness as he brings his hand up. It's like an instinct, the way Megumi weakly grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, sucking each finger clean. Sukuna coos at the act, kissing his cheek this time and praising, “My sweet doll.”
The stream finds its end with Sukuna helping Megumi stand on shaking legs, telling him to wait in the bedroom as he cleans up the mess made. As he’s wiping down the desk, he looks at the camera and chuckles.
“Thanks for hanging out today, chat. I hope you enjoyed the stream.”