stranger on a bus

Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately

The door slams open. 

“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”

Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”

Sukuna’s eye twitches. 

“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”

An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.” 

With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”

“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”

Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”

Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you. 

Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself. 

Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”

As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”

A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”

“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up. 

Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”

oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. uncle!sukuna. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.

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1. movie nights.

you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.

first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?

for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.

your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.

tonight, everything was perfect.

you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—

bzzz.

you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?

you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.

you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.

so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”

he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.

“can i come in?”

you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”

“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.

holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—

“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”

your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”

you paused. “well…”

“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”

“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”

he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”

“hey—“

he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”

“oh. you didn’t have to—“

“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”

with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.

what. the. fuck.

2. hangouts.

you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.

at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.

however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.

today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.

the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.

“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”

you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”

he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”

you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”

you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”

before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.

and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”

“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“

“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”

you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”

“…did you just call me angel?”

his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”

that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?

you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.

fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.

how horrible for you.

3. aquarium.

you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”

she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”

“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”

she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”

“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”

she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”

you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.

and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.

‘couples only day!’

“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”

“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.

“yes.”

“ask sukuna to go with you.”

you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”

“that is quite literally not what i said.”

“you’re a genius.”

you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.

what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.

you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”

“…where?”

he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”

“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”

his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”

you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”

“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”

you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.

you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.

“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.

“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”

gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.

4. the beach.

you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.

you were freezing.

you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.

oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—

a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.

“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”

ah. your genie.

you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.

fuck. how could someone be so pretty?

he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”

“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”

“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”

“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”

“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”

“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”

he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”

you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.

you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”

he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.

what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.

“…you went early, huh?”

“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.

“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”

you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”

you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“

he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.

holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.

well. at least it wasn’t you this time.

5. studying.

as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.

during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”

gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”

“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”

gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”

“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”

you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”

“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”

“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”

you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”

“yes, please.”

later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.

you really needed caffeine.

everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—

fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.

sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?

you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.

you: please :c

a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.

“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”

“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”

you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”

he hummed. “good.”

in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.

you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”

he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”

in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”

you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”

his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”

“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”

he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”

was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”

“don’t mention it, angel.”

+1.

against your will, you were dragged to a party.

you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.

you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.

gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.

you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.

sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.

sukuna covering you with a blanket.

sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.

geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.

sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.

after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.

the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”

“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”

“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”

it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.

“…the stars are pretty.”

“mhm.”

he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”

“…mhm.”

he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”

“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.

“fuck.”

“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”

and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”

you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”

he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”

“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.

he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”

that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”

his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“

you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,

he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.

once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”

“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”

“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”

“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”

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a/n ~ sorry lovelies my dumb ahh didn't realize there was a limit on how many ppl u can tag so i can't tag all of u 💔 I'M SORRYYYY pls forgive mama 😓🫰

hopefully the smutiness makes up for it heh

one hour and seventeen minutes.

that’s how long you were in choso’s room for. gojo timed it, from the moment he heard the door shut upstairs to when you walked out the front door.

unsurprisingly, choso didn’t show his face to his friends until the next morning.

when he walks downstairs the folllowing day his hair’s a little messy, and there’s a faint mark peeking above his collar.

choso freezes when he sees his roommates all sitting in the living room, already looking at him, waiting.

like vultures.

“…hi,” choso says carefully.

no one says anything.

gojo leans forward first, eyes sparkling. “sleep good?”

“…yes.”

geto gestures vaguely. “come here.”

choso hesitates, then, slowly, like he’s approaching a grizzly bear, walks over.

“sit,” gojo says immediately.

choso obliges. after a beat of silence: “did you guys fuck?” toji asks, blunt as ever.

choso chokes. “what—no?!”

gojo slaps the couch. “okay, okay, that’s fine, that’s fine. progress is a journey. now, details.”

choso goes rigid. “no.”

“details,” toji repeats.

“we—we made out a little,” choso says shyly.

three stares.

gojo collapses back onto the couch, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. “this is a beautiful moment. he’s evolving. i’m so proud.”

geto leans forward slightly. “okay. go on.”

choso rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact now. “…we were on my bed.”

“did you at least—” gojo starts, then pauses, eyes narrowing at choso’s neck. “is that a—”

toji leans in. “no way.”

geto sighs. “oh my god.”

choso instinctively reaches up, covering it. too late.

“a hickey,” gojo says, delighted.

“…it’s not—”

“you got claimed,” toji adds, laughing.

“that’s not what that—”

“what else happened,” geto interrupts before it devolves further.

choso hesitates again. “…well…we—” he exhales. “we took some clothes off.”

gojo slaps the couch. “finally.”

geto nods, shooting gojo a glare. “okay.”

toji just hums. “how much is ‘some.’”

choso’s face pinks more. “…half.”

“half?” gojo echoes. “like…top half? bottom half? give me a diagram.”

“no diagram,” choso shoots back immediately.

toji laughs under his breath. “so you’re half-naked, making out. then what?”

“did you touch her tits?” gojo asks bluntly. choso splutters out a cough and geto scolds gojo, whacking him in the back of the head.

“satoru.”

gojo holds up his hands, laughing. “hey, sorry—sorry! it’s a valid question. touching boobs is like ascending into the stratosphere.”

choso covers his face for a second. “…yes.”

“YES?!” gojo practically screeches.

toji leans back, laughing low. “no way. he did it.”

geto exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to stay composed, but there’s a smile tugging at his mouth. “okay. okay, good. that’s…progress.”

“progress?” gojo repeats. “this man just discovered a new planet. attaboy.” he claps choso on the back, sending him jolting forward.

“can you not—”

“did she—” gojo makes a crude, fisting hand gesture in the air (geto hits him again), “—touch you?”

choso freezes completely.

toji’s grin widens. “oh, that’s a yes.”

“i didn’t say—”

“you didn’t have to,” gojo says, delighted. “look at you. i’m gonna cry.”

“you’re not,” toji says.

“i might.”

“you won’t.”

“i could.”

“you won’t.”

“he’s just growing up so fast,” gojo wails dramatically.

“it was just brief,” choso says quickly. “it wasn’t—it wasn’t a big deal.”

“it’s a very big deal,” gojo says, grabbing his shoulders. “that is a pivotal moment in a young man’s life.”

“stop—” choso tries to shove him off.

toji’s grin widens. “where.”

choso covers his face with one hand. “…you know where.”

“say it,” gojo insists, absolutely insufferable.

“…my—” he exhales sharply. “my dick. okay? just—for like a second.”

gojo falls sideways onto geto, losing it completely. “my boy saw god and came back changed.”

“shut up,” choso mutters.

geto, despite himself, looks mildly impressed now. “and you didn’t panic?”

choso hesitates. “i asked if she was okay,” he says instead. “and after we just talked. and fell asleep for a bit.”

toji hums. “so when are you planning on returning the favor.”

choso’s brain visibly stalls. “…i—what.”

gojo grins. “you know. reciprocation, balance. the economy of pleasure.”

“shut up,” choso mutters, but his ears are red again. “…i will,” he says after a second. “when she wants. i’m not just going to assume.”

“i’ve raised a gentleman,” gojo says, wiping a tear again.

“you didn’t raise anything,” choso mutters.

“i raised your awareness.”

“you drew boobs on a whiteboard.”

“they were educational boobs.”

“they weren’t accurate.”

“oh, sorry, mr bigshot,” gojo grins. “you wanna draw the tits next time since you’ve got up close and personal experience?”

“satoru,” geto warns again. “leave him. he’s doing everything we told him to. he listens and asks if she’s comfortable.”

“yeah,” choso interjects, flushed.

then gojo claps his hands again, instantly ruining the moment. “whatever! next lesson—”

“no more lessons,” choso says immediately, standing up.

toji laughs. “too late. you’re enrolled now.”

“suguru and i will demonstrate the hands-on portion,” gojo drawls, slinging his head back to look at geto. “right?”

“what’s wrong with you?” geto says, though he has the faintest blush splattered across his cheeks.

gojo bites back a smile. toji says, “choso, you’re enrolled. gotta watch.”

“i’m dropping the class,” choso shoots back, already turning toward the kitchen.

“attendance is mandatory,” gojo calls after him. “i’m gonna get handsy!”

"satoru."

all of choso’s nerves scatter then increase tenfold when you open your apartment door a few days later wearing the skimpiest lace cami-and-shorts set he’s ever seen. the top is flimsy, and —

you’re not wearing a bra. there’s no bra, he panics internally, hands feeling clammy at his sides all of a sudden.

“hi!” you say brightly, like this is completely normal. like you didn’t just short-circuit him on sight.

choso blinks. “…hi,” he manages back, voice a little thinner than usual.

you tilt your head, smiling, eyes flicking over his face like you’re taking him in just as much. “you okay?”

“…yes,” he says immediately. then, after a beat, more honest, “i just—um.”

his eyes flick down, then snap back up like he touched something hot.

your smile curves, softer, a little teasing. “you can look, you know. and touch.”

his ears go red so fast it’s almost impressive. “i—i wasn’t—”

“choso,” you laugh, reaching out and grabbing his wrist, tugging him inside. “relax.”

the door clicks shut behind him.

he walks in stiffly, like his body forgot how to be normal. his brain is loud, buzzing, repeating no bra like it’s a warning siren.

“my roommates are out,” you say casually.

that does not help his heart rate.

“…oh,” he says.

you step a little closer. “we can just hang out,” you add, like you’re offering him an out. “watch something. talk. whatever you want.”

choso nods a little too quickly. “yeah. yeah, that sounds good.”

liar.

you can see it in the way his eyes keep flicking back to you, down to your chest. the thin lace, the soft way it sits against your skin, the fact that there’s nothing underneath.

he swallows.

you smile. “c’mon,” you say, glancing back. “don’t stand by the door like you’re about to get sent home.”

“…right,” he mutters, following.

you flop onto the couch, the movement making your thin shorts lift up just enough to expose the edge of your panties. “so,” you hum, chin in your hand. “how’ve you been?”

“good,” he says, voice a little tight. “i’ve been…good.”

“yeah?” your eyes narrow playfully. “you’ve been thinking about me?”

his brain short-circuits again. “obviously,” he says, flushed.

your smile softens, pleased in a way that makes his chest feel warm. “good,” you echo.

you watch him for a second, the way he’s standing there like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“choso,” you say gently.

“…yeah?”

“come here.”

he moves immediately. it’s almost funny how fast.

he sits beside you, a little stiff at first, hands resting on his thighs.

you don’t give him long before you shift closer, knee brushing his, then your hand slides over his arm, slow, grounding.

he exhales.

“hi,” you murmur, softer now.

“hi,” he echoes.

closer.

your fingers trace lightly up his arm, over his shoulder, then settle at the back of his neck.

he leans in before he can overthink it and kisses you warmly, more certainly, like he remembers how good your lips feel against his and isn’t afraid anymore.

his hand finds your waist again, quicker this time and you hum against his lips, pleased, shifting closer until youre in his lap.

he breathes in sharply at that. “you—you’re okay?” he asks.

“mhm,” you nod, already kissing him again. “are you?”

“yeah,” he breathes, his grip tightening on your waist. his breath stutters when you roll yourself against him and you smile into the kiss, slow and knowing, hips settling more comfortably against his.

“you’re okay,” you murmur again.

“i know,” he says, but it comes out a little shaky.

your kisses drift, just like before, from his lips to his jaw, down his neck. softer this time, slower, like you’re taking your time with him. hands sliding down his chest, feeling the way he tenses then relaxes under your touch.

he’s learning.

you can feel it in the way he moves now. less frozen, more present. his hands don’t just sit there anymore. they hold you, adjust, respond when you shift.

“choso,” you whisper again.

“yeah?”

you pull back just enough to look at him, noses brushing. “tell me if you want to stop,” you say softly.

his brows knit immediately. “i don’t.”

you smile. “okay.”

you kiss him deeply, tongue sliding slowly, unhurried along with his, and you shift again in his lap, deliberately.

he lets out a soft gasp. “ngh—you—” his fingers flex at your waist and choso drops his lips to your neck, kissing there before sucking gently.

you moan softly in surprise, holding his head to the crook of your shoulders, and his hands move up to cup your tits through your cami more surely, squeezing as his teeth lightly sink into your soft skin.

his breath catches at the sound, and he makes it his mission to hear you make it many, many more times.

"can i take this off?" he whispers, fingers tugging at your cami gently, eyes wanting and glazed. "p-please."

"yes," you breathe, pulling the flimsy fabric over your head, nipples pebbling in the cool air.

you catch the way choso's pupils dilate until they cover the pretty brown of his irises. the way his breathing increases and how his gaze darts between each tit, hands unsure for a moment before palming them in his hands.

gojo was right, he thinks, squeezing your tits again and lightly rolling your nipples between his fingers. it's like ascending.

"mm, like that," you mumble, fingers threading in choso's hair. "yeah."

with a newfound spurt of confidence he lowers his head to your chest and licks at the hardened peaks so softly you want to just push his face down onto you.

he moans against your skin and takes one in his mouth, kneading your other tit before switching. again, and again, until you're squirming on his lap, core buzzing with shockwaves every time his tongue flicks over your nipple, and you're certain your panties are drenched through.

"choso—‘s—ahh—” you roll yourself down onto his lap again, erection obvious and evidently straining against his pants. he whimpers around your nipple, pleading eyes looking up at you.

"am i doing good?" he asks when he pulls his mouth off you, a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to your spit-covered chest.

"yeah, so good, cho," you whisper, and his cheeks pink at the praise. "didn't really peg you for a tits guy," you tease.

"huh?" he struggles to tear his eyes off of the pretty marks he's left all over your tits, eyes eventually lifting to your lips.

"y'know. ass or tits kinda thing." you run a lazy hand through his hair, gazing down at him through your lashes. "always thought you'd be more into thighs."

choso's face burns dark red, all the way to the tips of his ears.

"i—i don't think i have a preference, they're all—"

you bring your finger to his lip, shushing him. "shh, cho. don't have to overthink it. just tell me what you want."

"i want you to be comfortable," he says immediately, eyes full of worry. "are you comfortable? you are, right?"

you laugh quietly, kissing his shoulder. "yes, choso, you don't have to worry about that. you're not messing anything up."

he nods, curling his hands at your waist. "i want to be good for you. i—i don't want to do anything wrong," he says, looking down.

you tilt his chin up, smiling at him. gosh, he's the sweetest. "you're so cute, cho. you're not gonna do anything wrong." you straddle your legs deeper around his hips, allowing the bulge in his pants to settle right at the soft fabric of your shorts, right at your heat. he shudders.

"tell me what you want," you whisper again, thumb brushing against his jaw softly.

"i want you," he says with no hesitation, though his hands tremble slightly at your sides. "i—i want to taste you first. please. you—i need it. need you."

your heart stops dead in your chest, body buzzing with anticipation. "you wanna eat me out?" you say, amused, kissing the corner of his jaw.

his grip tightens slightly at your waist, eyes flicking up to yours like he’s bracing himself, like he’s asking without words if he said something wrong.

“…if that’s okay,” he adds quickly, voice softer now. “only if you want me to.”

you pause, and then you smile. “you’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmur, brushing your thumb along his cheek.

his face heats up instantly. “i just—i meant it. i want to—” he exhales, a little frustrated with himself, “—i want to make you feel good.”

your expression softens even more at that. “you already are,” you say gently. "c'mon. my room's down the hall."

choso follows you like a puppy all the way to your bedroom, until you settle yourself on your bed and he stands beside it awkwardly, hands unsure.

"let's get this off first," you say, reaching over and tugging at his t-shirt. "you don't have to be so shy."

"i—i'm sorry, you're just—you're so pretty and i seriously feel like an idiot," he stammers. your eyes trace over the smooth, milky expanse of his chest, and you smile again, beckoning him over to the bed.

"you're not an idiot," you whisper against his lips, kissing him slowly. "you're perfect, cho, okay? stop doubting yourself."

he nods, stammering out a quiet okay before laying down beside you.

"have you given head before?" you ask curiously.

"erm...no," he says, cheeks reddening with embarrassment again. "but—but i'll do good for you. i can learn."

"i don't doubt it," you murmur, kissing him deeply again. each small, broken sound he makes sends lines of electricity to your clit. you're positive your panties have gone clear now.

"will you sit on my face?" he asks, and the words come out rushed, like they’ve been sitting behind his teeth for too long.

you blink, then your lips curve slowly, warmth blooming across your face, something softer layered under the teasing now.

wordlessly, you pull off your shorts and crawl up his body, watching how his breathing quickens and his lips part readily.

"you don't have—”

"i want to," choso interrupts, eyes glued to where your core's drenched through your panties. "fuck. please. please."

who are you to say no to your perfect, begging boy?

he pulls you closer to his face until his nose is brushing your inner thighs and he inhales deeply, whimpering as he lets out a breath. choso locks your legs around his face before pushing your panties to the side, choking on air as your pussy (it's there, it's right there, he chants internally) finds itself inches from his face.

"cho—ohmygod—" your lips part in a silent moan as he brings his lips to your puffy, needy cunt, licking through your folds with something one can only describe as pure, unadultered need.

he moans into you, grip tightening on the plush of your thighs and he laps at your core desperately, licking every drop of your arousal he can get his mouth on.

"choso," you whine, and he makes a little breathy sigh into you at the sound of your name falling so prettily from his lips.

if touching boobs is ascending, what the fuck's this? heaven?

am i in heaven?

choso's mind races with thoughts of you, only you and your sounds and how sweet you taste and how quickly he wants to make you fall apart on his tongue.

when you look down at him you can practically see the hearts radiating in his eyes, and he whimpers, one of his hands sliding up to cup your tit.

"so good," he slurs, breaking free and inhaling before diving back in with unmatched enthusiasm.

your eyes flutter shut as you moan softly, slowly rocking your hips down on his face. you cry when he latches onto your clit and sucks, the dual sensation along with his fingers thumbing your nipples sending you over.

you convulse, pulling at the soft, inky strands of his hair. "choso—there, ohmygod—fuck, don't—ngh—”

he doubles down on his efforts, slurping and lapping and pulling you flush against his face so he's suffocating in your essence.

(he remembers what his friends said about the clit. after extensive time spent looking at scientific diagrams, choso's pretty sure that little pink nub nestled through your folds, right at the top is it.

top priority, they said.

well.)

"please," he whimpers into your heat, begging eyes staring up. "please, wanna feel you come. pleasepleaseplease—"

your eyes roll back and your body tenses up before you moan brokenly, rubbing yourself down on his face as waves and waves of pleasure crash and ebb over your body, tingling you all the way down to your throbbing, oversensitive clit.

you feel choso still beneath you, eyes widening, and he grunts, the sound pitching into a whimper as his head falls back against the pillows.

"i'm—you taste so good, i couldn't help it," he pants, cheeks muddied red.

you glance behind you, eyes zeroing in on the slow, damp spread splattered across the front of your pants. it makes your head spin, heart squeeze, ego run a mile a minute.

did he just...

"did you come in your pants?" you whisper, and choso squeezes your thighs harder.

he nods into your leg. "s-sorry," he stutters out, whining when you pull yourself off his face, his lips and chin coated in your slick.

"don't apologize," you say breathlessly. "that was—you're really good. really good."

your fingers trace gentle patterns down his chest and choso whimpers again when your hands move down through the thick line of hair that trails into his pants. you're pulling his pants down along with his boxers, and he watches you slack jawed as they come off fully. you stare at his fat, glossy head, red and clearly aching.

you're both naked. both very, fully naked.

choso's hyperaware of every one of your movements, especially when your gentle fingers swirl around the cum that's slowly drying against the base of his cock.

"please," he says, though he's not really sure what he's begging for.

for you, maybe. for your hands on him again, but longer this time. maybe your mouth? the thought makes another dribble of cum leak out of his slit.

for your pussy.

of course he wants to have sex. it's invaded every corner of his mind since you asked him out weeks ago. it's been a particularly forward thought, especially lately, now that he knows what you look like with just a bra on.

especially now, with your pussy so close to his cock he can imagine the feel of it wrapped so tightly, so perfectly around him, that he moans audibly.

"cho? you okay?"

"y-yes, sorry," he mumbles, clenching the bedsheets when you inch closer, and closer, and closer to his cock, legs straddling his waist now, your entrance so close.

the silence between you speaks volumes.

"i want to," choso says, chest tightening. "it's all i can think about, but we—if you're not ready, we—”he interrupts himself with a sharp wail, hands soaring to hold onto your waist as you lower an inch of yourself onto him.

"fuckfuckfuck," he pants, and your hands steady themselves on his chest, the stretch of his thick, aching cock burning deliciously.

you sink lower and he whimpers, his hands squeezing your waist like it's a lifeline.

choso's brows pinch together so tightly he looks pained. "holy shit, i'm—ngh—wait—"

you've barely taken him to the hilt when you feel him spurt inside you, his release warm and sticky and coating your walls within seconds.

he goes very, very still.

you open and close your lips in shock.

you're more shocked that he's still rock hard inside you, cock twitching back to life.

"sorry, you're just so tight i—i couldn't hold it, i'm sorry," choso whines.

"baby. s'okay."

you think it may be the petname that makes him jerk his hips up, cock filling you for a second more. "yeah, that's good, cho," you mewl, nails digging into his chest.

"o-okay—" he starts meeting your hips as you bounce yourself on him with a gentle rhythm, his own pelvis rutting up against you, the sound of it resonating through your room.

you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing around him when he lifts his head to the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist and setting a quick, albeit clumsy, pace into you.

he's so big. every ridge and vein of his cock fills out your sensitive walls, and he wrings little gasps out of you that send his mind into deepspace.

"harder," you plead, desperately fucking yourself down onto him now, unable to help your cunt from fluttering around him. he's panting, sweating, and looks like he's about to go into cardiac arrest.

"ngh—yes, can i—" he chokes out a garbled moan, his whimpers shifting an octave higher.

"just harder," you whisper needily and choso obliges, holding you and flipping you so you're on your back now and he's hovering over you, his cock still inside.

he lifts one of your legs over his shoulders, his hand groping your tits like they're the last thing he'll ever touch, and the angle he reaches makes you both moan in sync. his forehead meets yours and you pull him in from the back of his neck for a sloppy, wet kiss, tongues crashing and lips swollen.

your eyes are shut from the pleasure that courses through your veins like blood. "so good. such a good boy," you moan airily. "fuck, cho—”

his thrusts quicken, deepen, needy whines spilling from his lips. "shit, i—yes, fuck, yes, you're—ngh—"

"you gonna come?" you pant, holding onto the muscles flexed in his shoulders with each effort of thrust, and he nods, his lower lip pulled between his teeth.

"ye—eah," he says, the word split by a grunt. tears well at his eyes as he fucks into you with abandon, and, "fuck, i—i'm gonna come—"

"inside," you beg, "please, inside again, choso." the ache in your lower stomach tightens, signs of your own orgasm impending, and choso must feel you clench around him because he garbles out some incoherent words about how warm and perfect and shit, you're squeezing me so good before his eyes roll back, body weight dropping against yours as his slick, liquidy heat fills you again.

he moans out your name with such adoration that your orgasm hits you, too, and you cradle his head to your neck as he thrusts shallowly into your cunt, helping you ride out your high. every bone in your body is hit with a spark of pleasure and you go limp against your bed, utterly spent.

his breath is breath warm and uneven against your skin, like he’s trying to come back to himself piece by piece. his hands, which had been gripping tight, loosen gradually, fingers smoothing over your sides in small, almost absentminded motions.

“…are you okay?” he murmurs.

you let out a soft laugh, still catching your breath, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “yeah,” you whisper. “are you?”

he nods against you, though it’s a little delayed, like he’s still processing everything. “…yeah.”

a pause. then, “…that was…okay?”

you pull back just enough to look at him. his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes searching yours with that same earnestness, like he genuinely needs to know.

your expression melts. “cho,” you murmur, brushing his hair back gently. “that was more than okay.”

relief hits him visibly. it’s almost immediate, like tension draining out of him all at once. his shoulders drop, and he exhales a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“…good,” he says, a little shy again.

you kiss him softly and he cups your face with reverence, pouring every ounce of emotion he has left into it. after a moment, you pull back slightly, hands running down his arms, eyes still hazy, head still drifting back to you.

"wanna go again?"

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synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

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𑣲content; f! reader, mentions of: creampies, possessive behaviour, masturbation, oral, slightly perverted sanji, thigh jobs, feet kink, size difference, sex toys, overstimulation, hickeys. wc; 5320.

‘A’ is for Aftercare ˑ ִֶָ ⌇ what he's like after sex

You always know what you're going to get after having sex with Sanji.

Whether the scene was rough and intense—feelings of jealousy bubbling over, or adrenaline from a particularly tough fight surging through his veins, spurring on his movements, one harsh snap of his hips after another. Or soft and love fuelled—whispers of adoration slipping past his lips and kisses placed to every inch of your body before he finally sinks his length into your heat.

The end result is the same.

He'll fall onto you, careful not to make a mess of your thighs as he pulls out, face burying into your hair or the side of your neck. With one hand he'll run a finger along your side, smiling when you shiver and with the other he'll hold your hand tight, rubbing small circles across your skin with his thumb.

After several long minutes of loving whispers and basking in eachothers glow, he'll sit himself up on his elbow, looking into your eyes and, if he can manage to drag himself away from you, he'll head to the kitchen to grab you a drink and a plate of snacks.

Eventually, you'll both head into the bathroom and wash up together. Taking turns at the sink and chatting idly while peeing. If it's needed Sanji loves to help you shower after sex, he'll scrub your back and make sure you're all cleaned up, before wrapping you in your towel and pulling you into his arms.

A/N: it's finally here oh rejoice i am free flies away

Criminal!Sukuna who’s scary as fuck. He’s so jacked it borders on obscene – muscles stacked on muscles and veins crawling beneath tattooed skin, shoulders stretching at the seams of his uniform. He’s got this sorta unperturbed vibe. Real musky and muscular, stalking around like he’ll beat up the first guy that looks at him wrong.

Criminal!Sukuna who got locked up for some undisclosed highly illegal bullshit nobody ever gets a straight answer about. Speculations are thrown around the prison yard – drug dealing. Drug trafficking. Body-part-trafficking. Cannibalism (yay!).

He doesn’t bother to correct anything. Just sits in the corner with an arm slung over one knee, brooding, grumbling “King of Curses, they used to call me..” beneath his breath. The nutjob.

Criminal!Sukuna who has the whole wing convinced there’s no way in hell he’s got a girl on the outside. Surely not. He’s so immature and ill-natured – even more so than his cellmate, Gojo. Which is saying something.

To the little lady who might end up having to deal with this brutish man, well.. Gojo extends his sincerest condolences. He’s fairly certain any sane person would run for the hills.

You are not sane. He supposes this is why you and Sukuna get along.