BTS: Please Dont Forget About Us

BTS: Please don’t forget about us

The “manguera” at my house

(I don’t know how write that word and English is not my first language so, I’m sorry but you can understand what I mean)

— when he brings you coffee first

Masterlist.

You’re always buying your boss coffee each morning, so you’re surprised to see he knows your exact order.

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 0.8k.

One thing you’d learned whilst working as Dynamight’s secretary is that he liked routine.

No matter how much you could tell the man was definitely not a morning person, the amount of cheery morning messages from Pro-Hero Deku were enough to attest to this, he still managed to make it into the office before everyone else. Except you.

And through working under Dynamight you’d managed to work out his routine to the minute, making it easy for you to time it so you were inside his office to leave his paperwork on his desk along with his morning coffee, just how he liked it. To you, it seemed like such a small thing. Bosses you’d had before would expect far more and berate you for far less, but some would say Bakugou was easy to please. However, his previous secretaries may beg to differ.

It was something you enjoyed, being in the office before Dynamight. Sitting behind your desk as he came in, giving you a gruff “mornin’” before disappearing inside his office. Bakugou never small talked, not one for frivolity anyway, but he never complained either. It was like a constant routine you’d both worked yourselves into. You’d never imagined you’d be able to make it in to the office this early each day, although you’d admit the commute was nicer, quieter. But what made it worth it was being the only two in the office at such an early hour, it felt intimate, personal— getting to spend those extra moments with the man you were so shamelessly in love with, even though he had absolutely no idea. It was silly really, but it was something you looked forward to each day.

Until the first day you were late, that sick feeling swirling in your chest when you had to make a call into the agency to let them know that you weren’t going to make it on time. Cursing the train that had lost power at one of the mainline stations as they waited for a replacement. Clicking your black patent pumps against the floor, typing away at your cell phone screen to send Dynamight a personal email to apologise, knowing the receptionist would probably forget to relay the message when she arrived into the office herself.

You debated making a stop at Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop on your way into the agency, you were already late so it wouldn’t make too much difference. But being late had an uncomfortable feeling swirling around in your abdomen and you were eager to get into the office to apologise.

But when you made it to his floor, stepping out of the elevator disheveled and heavy breathing as you clutched your bag to your side. You were surprised to see a large white coffee cup from Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop sitting on your desk.

Picking it up you felt the cup still heavy and warm, looking at the side to see the little label with the initial Dynamight always used whenever he ordered from there, never giving his actual name. Except for the few times the workers recognised him and emblazoned his cup with “Dynamight”. Raising a brow when you read the contents inside to find that it was your usual order—

“You left your coffee on my desk.” You knocked before entering, peeking around his large office door as you motioned to return the coffee cup back to him, “It’s still warm.”

“That’s for you.” He doesn’t even glance up from his laptop, thick rimmed glasses over his eyes as the glare from the screen reflects against them.

“What?” You stood shocked as you looked down at the coffee cup in your hands and then back at him.

It was almost like tradition buying him coffee each morning, something so embedded into your routine you didn’t even think about it as you made your way towards the coffee shop before going into Dynamight’s agency.

“You’re always getting here early with coffee, bout time I repaid the favour.” He looked up from his screen as he gave you a soft smile, the kind of smile that had your heart pounding and your knees shaking as you leaned against his heavy office door.

“I—,” He got your order perfect too, like he was the one buying you coffee each morning and not the other way round, “I’m sorry I was late. The trains—“

“Don’t even worry about it,” He rasped, cutting you off, “You do enough around here as it is.”

“Yes, Dynamight, sir.” You nodded as you made to leave.

“How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell ya, it’s Bakugou to you.”

“Yes, Bakugou, sir.” You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as you repeated it back to him as he scoffed, shaking his head.

His eyes following you out of the room as you took a sip of the warm liquid, it almost tasted better because he’d bought it for you.

But what you didn’t see once Bakugou closed the door to his office was the little fist punch to the sky as he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. Your exact coffee order inscribed in messy black ballpoint on his inner hand, worried that he was going to forget part of it even though he remembered it exactly. The ink slightly blurred now with his sweat causing it to seep into his skin and bleed.

I’m so happy rn

singlemom!reader x neighbor!Sukuna. You and Sukuna have been dancing around each other for weeks, and when you tell him you've found another apartment for you and your daughter, he decides he's had enough.

cw: smut, breeding kink(heavy emphasis), Sukuna is a bad dude but you know that already. Your daughter's nickname is Bug but she's given no official birth name.

Sometimes, Sukuna remembered how much he felt like he would die if he didn't touch you back when he first met you. Now, he wanted to go back in time and punch himself in the fucking face because that him, that him did not know what it meant to suffer.

The past few weeks since the birthday party where he felt like you had finally, finally seen him had been the worst, but somehow best, weeks of Sukuna's life. On the surface, not much had changed. You still were crashing at his place, he continued to take on more and more caretaker duties with your daughter and the two of you were continuing this dance where you participated in the outline of what a relationship between the two of you could be but for some reason, you still seemed hesitant to embrace it completely.

Sukuna could be patient, he had been patient, but the fact that you two still weren't together when he was positive now it was what you both wanted, it was driving him insane.

You looked at him more than you did before and sometimes he would catch these quick glimpses of a desire that burned him, that made him want to show you just how much he had been wanting you. How he was never going to want anyone but you. But then, he would look again and you were back to feeding your daughter or cleaning a dish and just continuing with this facade where you were just crashing temporarily at his place.

Sukuna could feel the tension tighten across his back and shoulders as the three of you finished dinner. Your daughter was telling a story about something her and her "Uncle Uuji" had gotten up to when Sukuna's brother had been babysitting that afternoon, and you were smiling and giving the right "oohs" and "aahs" when you had looked over at him.

You looked so content and happy that Sukuna felt his shoulders relax in response. The waiting was killing him, but he reminded himself it was worth it, he was so close he could almost taste it. Soon, he wouldn't need to hold himself back and he could hold your hand and kiss you anytime he wanted, while his daughter monopolized the dinner conversation. You were both so clearly meant to be his and if he needed to give you some more time so you were comfortable, then he would give you more time.

Feeling at peace with his decision, Sukuna took the lead on bedtime duty that night. He read your daughter a story-"Do the voices 'kuna!" "I am doing the voices, kid"- and then tucked her in. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she was struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Night, Bug."

"Night, 'kuna."

Sukuna finished tucking her in while you watched from the doorway. He was about to leave when the little girl grabbed his wrist.

"Love you."

Sukuna felt something catch in his throat and all the sudden he was a scared kid again holding a little Yuuji to his chest so the roaches that were all over the floor of their apartment didn't touch him. A fierce protectiveness lit up his chest and he promised to himself, for not the first time, that his little girl would never know experience any of that. It had taken him years to get Yuuji out of there, and Bug had already lived a few years without him, but she was home now and it was clear she knew that too.

"Love you too, Bug." He couldn't resist pressing one more kiss to your daughter's forehead but the kid was out like a light already. You moved aside so Sukuna could close the door, which he did very gently.

"Took her long enough tonight, huh? I think I'll still be able to recite 'Goodnight Moon' when her grandkids ask for it."

You don't smile and he knows you're aware he's joking about the time. There's a reason you're co-owning story time now, Sukuna isn't developing his voice actor repertoire for nothing.

He goes to put his hand on your shoulder but you move back a little as if you're trying to avoid his touch. Now he's concerned.

"You okay?"

You shake your head and gesture your head towards the living room. Sukuna follows, not appreciating the uncertainty he's feeling at your strange mood.

When you get to the living room, you hesitate and take a seat on the armchair. Usually, you only use it when you're reading or doing something on your laptop. Whenever you're together, you always share the couch with Sukuna and he notes the decision to distance yourself with distaste. He's sure the wariness shows on his face as he goes to sit on the side of the couch closest to you.

"Alright, what is it?"

You bite your lip and he's about to ask again, with less patience ,when you take a deep breath and begin. Your eyes trained down on your lap.

"I found an apartment for me and Bug. It's close to the daycare and it's a little smaller than we're used to, but it will work for now. A friend helped me find it and there isn't even a creepy landlord! I'm going to sign the lease Monday and we should be able to move in next weekend. So, I just wanted to thank you for everything."

Sukuna thinks he's stopped breathing and he feels a wave of anger so intense he can taste iron against the back of his teeth.

"You're leaving?"

You take another deep breath and nod while Sukuna's world continues to fall apart.

"I think it's time. You know, I appreciate everything you've done for me and bug. The past few months have been amazing and we never would have gotten through them without you."

Sukuna doesn't have it in him to let the pause you leave sit there long. "I keep telling you, you don't have to thank me. It's really fine. I like having you here."

You look down at your fingers where he sees it looks like you've been picking at them. He gets a bad feeling, worse than what he was already feeling.

"I know and that's-it's really nice, really."

"Great."

"But, I think it's starting to get confusing."

"Confusing? What's confusing?"

You go on, ignorant to, or ignoring the rage that's rising in him.

"It's just, when we were at that party a few weeks ago and everyone kept asking about us and if we were together, and about our situation, it's obvious that what we're doing isn't normal."

"Not normal, how?" Sukuna prompts and he's going to snap if you keep refusing to even look at him.

"You don't just crash with your neighbor for months on end because your apartment flooded. They don't help you with chores and spend all your time together. Neighbors don't babysit your daughter-"

"I like spending time with your daughter, that's not a favor I'm doing for either of you," Sukuna finally snaps, annoyed that the special moment he'd shared with Bug earlier was being overshadowed by you denying the relationship he'd been so careful about building with her. "I told you, I care about both of you and I don't give a fuck what other people think about our situation. I chose to let you both come and stay with me and I like the life we've built here."

You finally look up at that last part and your eyes are full of tears. Sukuna is able to hold back some of his anger at the sight of you in such clear distress.

"That's the thing, we're not building a life here, this is temporary and I think we've been forgetting that." A tear slides down your cheek. "A few days ago, Bug brought home a picture she drew in daycare. She drew the three of us as a family, Sukuna. She thinks you're going to be like her new dad and how am I going to explain to her that you're not going to be in her life when this is over? She barely understands what happened with her dad, I can't do that to her again."

Sukuna seethes. "Don't compare me to that piece of shit. He hasn't even tried to contact you or Bug since you moved in."

"Well, he's still her dad-"

"No, he fucking isn't," Sukuna is done and you're crying freely now and he doesn't understand where he went wrong with all of this. "In a few years, she won't even remember that bastard. I'll be the only father she's ever known because I'll be the one that's actually here."

You laugh a little and wipe at your face but it just exacerbates the mess. "What are you even talking about? You're her neighbor, Sukuna and when we move you won't even be that."

"Is that all I am to her? To you?"

"What else are you supposed to be?!"

Sukuna is so pissed, he doesn't know how he's going to recover from this. This is not what he wanted at all and here you were now-

Crying, you were crying.

The pieces started connecting and Sukuna realized that he wasn't being left. You weren't rejecting him or what he was to you or to your daughter. You were panicking. You were doing what you had been taught to do by everyone else in your life, to leave them before they could leave you.

You were right, after all. You were confused.

Sukuna was going to fix that.

You must have noticed the abrupt shift in Sukuna's mood because you seemed puzzled as Sukuna started to smile. You didn't have time to ask any questions before Sukuna stood up and walked over to your chair.

"Sukuna?"

"I see now, I wasn't clear with you. That must have been so frustrating, sweetheart."

You'd stopped crying in your bewilderment. "Sweetheart? Sukuna, what are you doing-"

Sukuna shushed you as he leaned you so you were face to face, his body almost shielding you from the rest of the room. You blinked a few times to adjust to the lack of light as he blocked everything else but himself from view.

"I'm going to help fix your confusion, sweetheart. You seem to think I've just been doing this all out of the kindness of my heart and I want to assure you, that's not the case," he says, leaning his forehead against yours. "See, I'm actually not that kind and if you were anyone else, I wouldn't have given you a place to stay, even with a brat."

"You don't mean that-"

"Yes, I really do. I don't help people, I don't give a fuck even whether they live or die. The only people I give a damn about are Yuuji, you and the kid and that's it. When I say I would have left anyone else to tough it out on the streets, I fucking mean it."

"You don't give yourself enough credit," you argue and Sukuna finds it adorable. "You're making it sound like-"

"Like what, princess?" Your breath hitches at that one and his grin turns predatory. "Oh you like that one, I'll keep that in mind princess." You gulp and he watches the way your throat moves and can't resist pressing a kiss to it.

"S-Sukuna-"

"No, no, go on princess, you were telling me what you thought the reason must be for me doing all these things. Go on, tell me your theory. You're a smart girl, I think you've figured it out."

"You like me," and the way you say it as almost a question is so endearing Sukuna can't hold back the trail of kisses he plants up your throat until he gets to your jaw.

"No, I don't like you princess." You seem to accept this and you're nodding, opening your mouth to probably say something stupid when Sukuna cuts you off. "Like isn't enough to describe the way I feel about you."

"Really?" You're so hesitant and sweet as Sukuna presses kisses up and down your tear stained cheeks. A new one slips down your cheek and he holds your face with both hands as he licks it up before it can fall all the way. You're almost panting now and he loves it.

"Trust me, I haven't gone to all this effort just for some lousy date or to get my dick wet." He leans back so he can see your face and cups your face so he can tilt it up to look at him.

"You're it for me, princess. This isn't temporary and I'm not going to let you go. Either of you."

"Sukuna, it's one thing to be interested in me but it's another to just-to just say you're going to parent my kid. I mean, she's a person you'd be tied to your whole life."

Sukuna hums, finding it cute how much you're still not grasping the situation. "All of your children will be mine, that includes Bug."

You laugh. "Children, plural?"

"Definitely plural." Sukuna looks your body up and down making his meaning clear and you seem determined to try to be the voice of reason as Sukuna goes back to kissing your cheeks, your temple, your forehead.

"We're not even dating, Sukuna."

"What do you call the past few months? We spend every day together, go everywhere together, we live together, we're raising your daughter together, what else do you need to know about me?"

"I'm wondering if there's in fact very important things I need to know about you." That's his smart girl and Sukuna finds the suspicion adorable, especially since it doesn't stop you from tilting your head so he can get to your neck.

"Well, you'll have the rest of our lives to get to know me," he nips at part of your collarbone that's exposed by your shirt and you hiss before gently pushing him away.

"Okay, this is nice."

That word again.

"But, just because you're interested in me and care about my daughter, that doesn't mean we should just jump into something. I still think the best thing would be for us to figure this out after Bug and I have our own place-"

"No."

You look confused, obviously thinking you misheard him.

"I'm sorry, you can't just say no, it doesn't work like that."

"But you can just decide to leave our home, with our daughter and for what? So we can do a worse version of what we've been doing? What purpose could that possibly serve?"

"Because this is too fast for me?"

"We already live together," Sukuna points out and knows this isn't the moment to mention he's the one who destroyed your apartment to make that happen.

"That doesn't mean we'll be good together."

"What exactly are you worried about? Do I not do my share of the chores?"

"No, that's fine."

"Do you not enjoy spending time with me?"

"Of course, I enjoy that," and he smiles smugly at that and pulls your arms gently so they loop around his neck.

"Do I not take of our daughter?"

You seem like you want to fight him on the 'our' but he goes back to kissing your neck and the way you tighten your grip lets him know you're getting distracted by the attention.

"She loves you," and that soothes the last bit of anger that had been present in Sukuna. Now, he was just ready to get started on the next part of your lives.

"Oh I see, so it's that I haven't been taking care of you? I'm so sorry for neglecting you. Don't worry, I can fix that right now."

Even if Sukuna kisses you a million times, he's never going to forget what it feels like to kiss you for the first time.

Your lips are soft and so warm. At first you don't react, your mouth still poised as if you're going to argue one last time, but then you're relaxing, leaning in and you give this sigh of relief and Sukuna knows you're hearing the same voice that he's hearing in his head.

This one.

Sukuna has long assumed that love and romance was nonsense shit for weak people who needed to find purpose. Sukuna wonders what it says about him that he thinks his purpose in life might have just been to find you.

You're kneeling on the chair now, Sukuna still hunched over so he can hold you. He's getting annoyed at the angle and how it's stopping him from feeling more of you and so he slides his hands down to your waist and pulls you up to him. With one hand on your hip, he uses his other to wind your right leg around him, you moving your left to follow suit. The new position has your core pressed up against where he's already half hard and you sigh into his mouth so beautifully, that he can't help but use the opportunity to explore your mouth.

It's hot and sloppy and so good that Sukuna moans and your legs tighten around his waist in response. The living room feels hot with every breath you exchange and he can hear the sounds you're making fill the space. Thinking about the child sleeping not nearly far enough away, Sukuna starts to walk you towards his room.

Even when he wants to be responsible and not have his first time with you interrupted by your daughter, he can't stop himself from pressing you up against the wall at least twice before you finally get to his room.

It's going to be your room now too, and he's so happy it disgusts him a little.

Sukuna has you pressed up against your door, one hand holding your waist and the other grabbing your ass so he can control the way you're rocking up to meet him. He angles you down a bit and you both moan at how the position lines you up to grind directly on his cock. There's too many layers separating you still, and it's that thought that pushes him to finally open the door.

He makes sure to lock the door behind you before he tosses you on his bed. On your bed. That's never going to get old.

He crawls over you and is back to kissing you into the mattress before you even have time to fully catch your breath. You're panting into his mouth and he nips at your top lip as you pull away to breath, catching it in his teeth. You don't need any prompting to spread your legs and he fits between them like he was meant to be there, letting his weight drop enough on you so you can feel him.

While he's excited to finally explore your body and see what he's been thinking about for months, he's having a hard time separating from you long enough to move any further than you are. Sukuna usually doesn't care much for kissing, but kissing you is different. He thinks he could kiss you all night even if his hard cock very much disagrees with that sentiment.

Fuck, if you kept grinding your cunt on him like you were, he may just come before he even gets inside you.

It's that thought that finally makes him get up on his knees to take his shirt off. You follow suit under him and he can't stop from kneeling down to kiss at your newly exposed skin. You're not wearing a bra and your tits are too perfect for him to ignore even for the sake of getting to your cunt.

These are the same tits that fed your child and will one day feed his and something about that gets to Sukuna in a way he hadn't ever really thought about before with other partners. It makes him softer, more gentle with his worship and you thread your fingers through his hair when he takes one of your nipples and sucks it gently in his mouth. He releases it so he can leave a few quick hickies around your chest. You're squirming so hard underneath him, he has to press you down with a thigh slotted between your legs to hold you still.

"Sukuna," you whine and he hushes you before leaving another mark under your collarbone.

"I'll get there, pretty girl. Just use my leg for now," he says continuing to leave marks wherever he can while you groan underneath him.

"I want you inside me," tempting but Sukuna is getting greedier the more desperate you are. Maybe if he fucks you hard enough, you'll stop thinking about stupid shit like needing your own apartment.

"I'll be inside you soon, I just want to taste a bit first. The way you are, I think humping my thigh will be enough to get you off," he teases and you whine, embarrassment clear in your voice. If you can still be embarrassed, more proof you're not ready for his cock in you. He presses against your cunt harder and he can feel the warmth of you on his thigh even through your leggings and his pants. He moves in a way more meant to tease than to provide you any relief and your frustration is clear when you start moving your hips to a faster, harder rhythm.

Sukuna smirks against your marked up throat when your whines start getting faster and closer together. You're still holding onto his shoulders when your grip tightens and you let out a gasp signaling your release.

Sukuna laughs meanly as you take in deep breaths, body still shaking from your orgasm. "Wow, someone was really pent up. No wonder you're having trouble thinking straight," he teases as he moves so he can take off his pants and boxers, giving his cock a quick stroke, drawing your hungry gaze down. "Don't worry, I got you. I'll give that tight cunt what it needs."

You pull him down so you can kiss him again and you're uncoordinated now, but Sukuna likes you better like this. Likes the proof that he's making you feel good. He presses down and your fingers scratch where his neck meets his scalp pulling out a moan that vibrates through his chest. He breaks off your kiss because he really does need to get inside you or he's going to come, and while the vision of you covered in his seed is a compelling one for another time, he plans on coming inside you first.

Sukuna pulls on your leggings until you get the hint and lift your legs so he can pull them off, leaving you in a pair of familiar blue panties. He laughs when he sees them and you come out of your daze a little bit, so he pulls them off too and tosses them aside so he can get to where you both want him.

Sukuna lightly touches your slit and smirks down at you when his fingers come away wet. Keeping eye contact with you he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean and holds down your wrists with his free hand when you try to cover your face.

"All this just from my fucking thigh, just from some kissing. I'm starting to worry my cock might actually kill you."

You glare up at him and he grabs your leg as you try and kick him. "If you're so worried, maybe I should just leave then?"

Sukuna laughs and you gasp when he brings his fingers back down to you, slipping in two fingers to the knuckle. Your pussy is tight but you're so wet, he slides right in and he can't wait to get you on his cock. He brushes his thumb against your clit as he stretches you out, your voice leaving you in pants and gasps that are making him feel like a god.

"You're not going anywhere princess, not tonight, not on Monday, not next weekend," he moves so he's covering your body. His lips catching yours mid-moan. "When I'm done, you're going to be too tired to keep running from me."

He pulls his fingers out and you whine at the sudden emptiness but he keeps kissing you as he moves so his cock is touching your entrance. He moves it up and down, wetting himself in your slick. He cuts off your kiss so he can see your face, wants to look at you when he fucks into you for the first time. Finally getting some oxygen to your brain and the feeling of his cock pressing into you seems to bring your thinking back online.

"Wait, Sukuna, a condom," you say and he grins, not even pretending like he's thinking about it.

"We don't need a condom."

"Yes, we do, I'm not on birth control," you say and Sukuna has to tighten his grip on himself so he doesn't come.

"And?" He asks and he slips just the head in, you let out the cutest noise and your pussy clings to him as he pulls out.

"I-I could get pregnant, Sukuna!" He hums like he's actually thinking about as he presses in again, this time moving another inch into your tight cunt. It's teasing you both and he doesn't know how much longer he's going to be up for conversation as he pulls out only to thrust in, again just barely giving you his cock.

"Good, Bug wants a sibling. She was telling me how excited she'd be to be a big sister."

"Sukuna!"

"What? You don't think we'd make a cute kid? I think they'd be as beautiful and as brilliant as their mamma," Sukuna would take your protests more seriously if your pussy wasn't literally gushing. He could swear his balls were wet with your slick and you weren't even really fucking yet.

"This is a big commitment, Sukuna. It's not a joke."

"Good thing I'm not fucking joking then," Sukuna kisses you again and nothing beats the way you gasp into his mouth when his rubs the head of his cock against your clit. "You really want me to stop? Want me to go away? If you tell me you don't want my baby, that you don't want to be my little wife and grow our family, I'll go find a fucking condom. But I'm going to need you to tell me that. Make sure you're loud, princess. I'm a little distracted, right now."

You hesitate and Sukuna thinks he might actually have to try and figure out where he stashed his condoms, since he hadn't gotten laid in damn near six months when he feels your hands move to cup his face.

"And if I want that?"

Sukuna feels his heart skip a beat despite it all, your hands on his face feel just as intimate as all the rest, another way you continued to humble him.

"Want what, princess? Going to have to be more specific for me."

"All of it, the family, the baby, everything." You seem to be drawing on your courage and Sukuna is proud of you despite himself. "I want you, Sukuna."

Sukuna crashes his mouth into yours and you follow him willingly. He uses his hand to guide his cock into your cunt and you move your hips, greedy for him, as he slowly pushes in. When Sukuna is finally in all the way, he feels a warm contentment fall over him. Imagining this, it had always been defined by a frenzy that he finds absent in the actual event.

Maybe it's because you've finally acknowledged him and what he means in your life, but he doesn't feel desperate as he fucks into you slowly, his thrusts purposeful. He feels victorious. The satisfaction curls around his body and makes your lips sweeter, your hips fit even more right in his palms and your cunt wraps around him like it was molded to fit his cock. He doubts you were made for him, you were too good for that, but he had managed to get you anyway and you're recognition of his possession over you made him smile into your mouth.

He kept his pace slow, thrusting deep enough inside you each time that you couldn't stop the way your breath hitched at the feeling.

"Sukuna!"

"Yes, princess?"

"F-faster, please!"

"So polite, how could I say no," his voice is more breathless than he means it to be but he doesn't give a fuck. Not when your pussy is so sweet, or given the way you moan for him as he begins to pick up the pace. Sukuna loves the way you sound but he thinks of the little girl sleeping down the hall and he covers your mouth with his hand.

"Don't want to wake up our daughter, do we?" Something about that makes you tighten up and your eyes roll backwards and Sukuna thinks he knows what it is.

"Gotta make sure I can put this baby in you, right? You did so wonderful with the first one, I just got to see it happen again." You're moaning so loud Sukuna isn't sure his hand is doing much good, but you're both close enough he doesn't think about trying to stop you aside from a throw away thought about gagging you with your panties.

Oh well, thoughts for next time.

And the idea that there would be next times, that you were going to his to fuck anytime he wanted, had Sukuna reaching down to play with your clit. He could barely stand to pull out of you at all and at this point you two were more grinding than fucking but it was so good, you were so good-

"Come on princess, you're almost there. Be a good girl and come for me and I'll give you a baby, I promise. Just need to feel you come on my cock."

You bite his palm as he feels your cunt spasm and he only gets in another few thrusts before he's coming too and he hopes it takes. He presses his lips against your temple as you catch your breath and he continues to kiss your face as he feels himself soften inside of you.

Later, he'll clean the two of you up and finally get you under the covers. He'll get to hold you in his arms and feel what it's like to fall asleep with you. He'll also wake you up for another round so he can make sure Bug gets that little sibling he was now very excited to meet.

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When Sukuna wakes up to you in his arms, he's debating waking you up for round three when he hears the sounds of sniffling and little footsteps outside. He gently moves your body off his arm and gives you a pillow to cuddle when your body turns to look for him. Your little pout in your sleep makes him feel bad for the trick but there's someone else who needs him right now.

Throwing on his pajamas, Sukuna makes his way out to the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

"Good morning, bug."

"Morning, 'kuna," your daughter is holding onto a little plush fox that Yuuji had won for her at an arcade a few weeks ago and she's still sniffling looking confused. He thinks he knows why.

"Your mom's asleep in my room, kiddo. She's okay, she's just sleeping."

"Why is she in there?"

This is a loaded question and Sukuna knows he should probably ask you on how you plan on introducing your relationship to your daughter, but he feels that same unsettled feeling when he looks at her sad face now that he had felt looking at your tears the night before.

Sukuna leans down and holds out his arms and Bug goes to him, trusting despite her confusion, and he picks her up and carries her to kitchen. He puts her down on the counter so she's as close to his eye level as she can get given her size and he decides to be honest with her.

"You know how I love your mom?" Bug nods her head and Sukuna feels warm. "Well she loves me too, so we decided we're going to share a room from now on."

"Forever?"

"Yeah kid, it's going to be forever."

"Can I sleep with you too?"

Sukuna smirks and then kisses her forehead. "Sometimes, but you're going to want to stay in your new big girl room I think. It's way cooler than the boring adult room."

"Big girl room?" Her eyes widen and there's a familiar gleam of ambition.

He's got her.

"Well now that it's your own room", and her eyes just get even bigger at that. "You're going to need all your own stuff to make it yours."

"All mine?"

"All yours, Bug. At least until you have a little brother or sister, you may have to share then. Would that be okay?"

"Yes!"

Bug jumps on the counter and then into Sukuna's arms and he holds her close to him as she burrows her face into his neck. He breathes in the smell of her hair and he's so relieved now that he knows she's going to stay here forever, that you both are.

"Does that mean we're going to stay with you?"

"Uh huh, you're stuck with me. I'm never leaving."

Bug pulls back and holds out her pinky finger. "Promise?"

"Yeah, kid, I promise."

Many, many years from now, at your thirtieth wedding anniversary, Bug will stand up and tell the story about the day Sukuna became her dad. Her mom, her siblings, her Uncle Yuuji and many attendees will cry, but Sukuna will maintain his dry eyes and his dignity.

Or that's what anyone should say when asked.

He'll still kill a motherfucker.

That's it, it's the end! I may return to this universe in little drabbles but the main story is done! As a fatherless daughter, ending it with Bug was very necessary to me. I also think a big part of this story is Sukuna finding fulfillment in the family he was denied growing up(projecting is the name of the game here).

Much love.

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the five-year plan . thirteen | jjk

you’ve always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you’d have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you’re somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?

summary: the one where you decide to take a break.

pairing: best friend! jungkook x reader genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, slow burn. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. tags: angst. alcohol consumption. wc: 2.3k (damn this is the shortest chapter in a min) date posted: 040124 author’s note: please don't be tooo angry with me aha :) a lot of things will be revealed next chapter. also remember how i said the confession fucked up my outline, yeah they were supposed to get drunk and nasty in this chapter... i will let you see what happened instead.

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You showed up to HeeWon's house completely unannounced. She was surprised to see you, you can see it in her face. It used to be a common occurrence, you used to show up anytime you needed an unbiased opinion on a fight with Jimin (Jungkook sided with you no matter what) or even if you just needed a moment to not be home.

But somewhere along the way, you started going to Jungkook for everything.

There weren't fights with Jimin to complain about, and whenever your home felt too big for just you, you'd go to his apartment and curl up on his couch with Bam until he came home.

“I'm late.” You confess as soon as she opens the door.

Her face scrunches in confusion, “For what? Did we have plans? Because I'll be honest, I completely forgot.”

She steps out of the door frame gesturing for you to come in, you quickly find your place on her couch and grab the Kumamon plushie from the cushion beside you, and hug it to your chest.

“No, my period is late.” You bury your face into the top of the plushie, “It's been over two weeks.”

“Okay…” She answers cautiously, approaching the couch slowly, treating you like one would a frightened animal. “I'm a little confused because you don't sound all that excited about that.”

And because you can't stop it, all the emotions from the last few weeks come rushing out, it's with a choked sob you confess, “Because I'm not.”

“Fuck,” HeeWon says sounding horrified, ”Don't cry please, I hate when you cry it stresses me out. You know I don't know how to comfort people, fuck. Okay, I'll call Jungkook, okay, he'll —”

You cry harder at the thought of Jungkook. Of him showing up and seeing you sobbing on HeeWon's couch, he'd feel so bad. He’d blame himself, because he’d think that you felt like you couldn't come to him, that you couldn't talk about this with him and that makes you feel even worse.

“What the fuck?“ She questions sounding practically hysterical, “You're freaking me the fuck out, I'm gonna need you to start explaining because all these tears are making me feel nauseous.”

You heave a deep breath, trying to stop the flow of tears. You hadn't let yourself cry once since that day and it's all rushing out now.

“I just,” You gasp for breath again and HeeWon takes a panicked step backward like she's going to flee and leave you alone in her apartment to figure this out yourself, “I don't know what to do.”

“Okay, I can work with that.” HeeWon says without a single ounce of confidence, “But you need to stop crying first.”

And so you took a few deep breaths and willed all your tears away.

“Jungkook told me he loves me.” You confess as soon as the tears stop enough for you to speak without sobbing.

She gives you a look for you to continue; like she's not seeing the point of what you're saying yet.

“Jungkook is in love with me.” You clarify.

“Yeah,” HeeWon says, starting to look annoyed, “Your boyfriend loves you, the sun is a star, get to the point Y/N.”

“He's not my boyfriend!“ You snap, it was funny the first few times she said it but now it was starting to irk you, especially when you're trying to have a serious conversation, “Can you please be serious for five seconds, okay he told me he loves me and then I fucking laughed at him because I didn't think he was being serious and well apparently he was and I —”

“You really didn't know?” She cuts you off, giving you a pitying expression, “I knew from the moment I met him,” She confess, “I could see it in the way he was looking at you, still looks at you. I was so shocked when the name that came out of his mouth wasn't Jimin. I was so sure I was finally meeting you husband.”

Oh.

You can't help it; the tears are back before you can stop them.

You take a deep breath as you finally look at the test, it's negative.

It's negative.

And for the first time, you're not upset, you're relieved.

You can't do this.

You can't do this to Jungkook.

You have to talk to him.

“I'm not pregnant.”

You say some few days later, curled up in on yourself the furthest you can get away from him on your king-sized bed.

Jungkook doesn't respond, he just briefly looks away from his phone to give you a look that says he's going to be the bigger person and not start this argument again but he is not happy with you.

“I think we should take a break.” You say cautiously, maybe you could've chosen the words more carefully, you think as he tenses up beside you. Maybe you should've said pause. A pause made it sound indefinite, just a brief reprieve. A break made it sound like it was the end, the two of you split clean in half.

Those words garner a proper reaction, “What?” He hisses out through his teeth, throwing his phone down and looking directly at you.

You shrink under his gaze; of all the reactions you had imagined you didn't imagine anger. You imagined him crying, those big doe eyes full of tears that you'd have to look away from, so you wouldn't take the words back and convince yourself that he would be fine that Jungkook would be satisfied with a life of you not loving him and following you around for the end of days. You imagined him, laughing it off, acting like you hadn't said what you said that it was just a big joke, and then you would carry on like nothing happened. But you hadn't imagined the rage.

He looks downright furious, it's been quite a while since his anger has been so clearly directed towards you.

“It's not because of y'know,” You say the last word under your breath, shrinking further and further into yourself, you didn't know how to react to his anger when you weren't angry too, “It's just, me, I just-”

“Holy shit,” He cuts you off with a guffaw, “Are you fucking "It's not you, It's me"ing me right now, Y/N?”

You flinch at the tone of his voice, at the use of your given name, he must truly be well and truly pissed.

You also feel insanely guilty because that had been what you were inadvertently doing.

“I'm not breaking up with you,” You clarify, still feeling far too guilty to feel angry, the we're not actually dating goes unsaid. “I'm just saying we should take a break, all the negative tests are fucking with me mentally, why are you making this about yourself?”

You're not even just lying at this point but practically gaslighting him. You feel like such a bitch, worse than a bitch, you're the worst person in the fucking world. It was wholeheartedly about him, but you're doing it to protect him, you don't want to hurt him. You don't love him, you can't love him the way he deserves and it's not fair to keep stringing him along, you have to let him go.

He wants to argue, you know he wants to argue, you can see it in his eyes. He wants to call you out on your bullshit, to tell you you're being stupid, he's a big boy and can handle himself. But for the second time — or maybe the millionth, Jungkook lets himself burn just to keep you warm.

He clenches his jaw and says “Fine.” Tone clipped, he grabs his phone and gets out of your bed.

And just like that, he's gone.

It feels like all you do these days is cry, you had gone to the stupid Halloween party because pre (what's the word for a breakup when you're not actually dating) you and Jungkook had promised Hobi that you were going, and he'd spent the last two weeks completely avoiding you. All your text messages went unread, every single call unanswered, he hadn't swung by your place once and you were too scared to go to his.

You mostly went because you hoped that he would be there, that if you showed up to the party you would finally see him, and know he was okay. You even put on the stupid costume, the one he chose. But when you arrived at Namjoon and Hoseok's place, Hobi gave you a massive smile and a hug and asked where Jungkookie was.

You smiled back and hoped you weren't lying when you said he was going to meet you there.

But it's been four hours and you've drank enough for your blood to have turned into alcohol and he still hasn't showed. You've spent the entire night making awkward conversations, “Oh I'm Bella Swan,” was the answer you were sick of giving. It would've been far more obvious with the other half of your duo.

You finally admitted to yourself that you didn't think he was coming, and then promptly locked yourself away in Namjoon's bedroom to cry.

You stupidly thought that if you ended it soon enough that it wouldn't ruin your friendship but it was already too late, You did that on your own.

Maybe it's for the best, maybe you need to let him go maybe you just need to move on. Maybe Jungkook wasn't the one who needed to control his emotions, but you. Maybe you are the problem, maybe you've always been the problem everything you've ever touched falls apart. You ruined your marriage and now you're destroying your friendship.

Maybe he would be better off without you, maybe you should just leave and never come back. Jungkook could meet some girl who wasn't such a fuck-up who would love him back just as deeply and she would heal every scar and bruise you left.

He'd be happier without you and you'd go back to wallowing in pity, not good enough for Jimin, too fucked-up to love the man you should.

Sharp knocks on the door take you right out of your spiral, you try to wipe away the tears, hoping that whoever won't see the river you cried flowing through the cracks.

You're just reaching for the handle when the knocks come again, louder this time, and a familiar voice calls out, “Please don't fuck in my bed!”

You can't help the small laugh that escapes your lips as you finally pull the door open, “Your bed's virtue is safe, it's just me.”

“Whoa,” Namjoon blinks at you slowly, a golden halo askew atop his head, “Are you crying?”

He had devil horns on when you'd arrived — the halo had been placed precariously atop Taehyung's golden curls. But you can't help but think it's better this way, that it makes more sense.

“I was,” You're too drunk to have shame about it, why would you lie? Everybody cries, especially over boys. “It's fine, I'm fine now, I think I just need to go home.” And book the first flight out of the country, maybe somewhere in Europe. You'd start anew and have a loveless marriage with a man named John who will give you plenty of kids and pretty things and then one day you'll wake up and find out he's not at all who he said is but actually a spy and now there's people targeting—.

” You stay here.” He says, walking you back to his bed, and sitting you down like a petulant child, “You stay right here, I'm gonna get you some water, and I'll call Jungkook-ah to get you, there will be no fleeing the country.”

Huh, did you say that out loud?

He just gives you a firm nod when he sees that you're not moving, why would you when Jungkook would be coming? He'd save you and your children from John's enemies.

You sigh and allow the dizziness to take control of you and you flop back onto his bed. You are staring up at the ceiling waiting for him to come back. You just needed Jungkook, and everything would be okay again. He'd protect you from John, and all your tears, why had you been crying again?

Namjoon must have left the door open and the music from downstairs.

“Blame it on a goose,” you sing along with a giggle, letting your eyes slowly shut, “Got you feeling loose. Blame it on patron, got you in the z-.”

“I thought you hated this song,” A voice calls out from the door, and you blink trying to clear your vision.

“I do, it's kind of disgusting actually, but it's catchy— Oh.”

Jeon 🐰 [3:23 AM]

Where are you?

MISSED CALL FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 ?????

Jeon 🐰 Bubs

5 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 This isn't fucking funny where are you?

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

12 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 emphasized, “This isn't fucking funny where are you?"

15 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰

Pick up your phone

19 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Y/N

Jeon 🐰 Where the fuck are you?

21 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Baby, please just answer your phone.

25 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

Jeon 🐰 Hyung said he left you in his room drunk and crying and then you vanished by the time he came back.

Jeon 🐰 Please just answer so I know you're okay.

40 MISSED CALLS FROM JEON 🐰

HeeWon [5:25 AM] I lied for you. You're lucky I still have your current so I know that you're okay.

HeeWon JK was freaking the fuck out.

HeeWon He deserves an apology when you're awake and sober.

HeeWon And don't think you're getting out of telling me why the fuck you're at Jimin's.

— next chapter coming jan 11th 🤍