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[thicbucchi]

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[riintone]

he needs his nappies! ft. rin itoshi.

coming home after harsh practice, rin was in his regular bad mood from dealing with isagi mixed with bachira’s excessive source of noise in his ear. every single day when he came home, he was nothing short of grumpy and in need of a nap.

it was routine for him to keep up his well-kept schedule to come home after practice, shower and nap.

his voice rings through the hall as he walks through the door, tiredly calling out “i’m home.”

in the split few seconds after he called out, perfectly timed—the reason he woke up every day came shortly running into his arms to give him a hug, a kiss, and a short “welcome home.”

it took no time for him to have a snack you made for him shortly before he’d returned before he dragged you to the bedroom so he could sleep in peace.

more accurately, sleep on your tits.

he was knocked out quick, small droplets of drool slipping past his lips, his cheek smushed against the plush of your chest as you held him and rubbed his back.

the consistent ding of his phone, having been left on the nightstand, worried you.

what if he woke up? why is he getting so many notifications? should you mute it?

hesitantly, you leaned over with careful precision and grabbed his phone, clicking on the notifications and entering the password you remembered by heart.

it was apparently a group chat made just earlier, containing a few players whom he practiced with: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, etc.

everyone was spamming rin’s @ to try and get him to acknowledge them.

well, that explained it.

a cheeky, cute idea crawled into your mind at the sound of another quiet ding.

you exited the app, went to his camera and snuck a cute picture—you’d seen people do a trend like this before and this was the perfect chance to try it.

the picture was simple, staring silly at the camera with your tongue playfully sticking out, holding rin as he slept on your chest, peacefully drooling like a little baby.

you captioned it, ’sorry bros, he can’t text back in the groupchat rn, he needs his nappies.’

send!

you muted his phone and tossed it back onto the nightstand, leaving the groupchat in fumbles as the ever-nonchalant rin was caught in a cute scene.

what’s better? after he woke up, while you went to the store for groceries, he checked his phone and stared in flustered, awkward embarrassment at both the picture and the thousands of notifications on his phone just from the group chat.

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[rosesforshoto]

what itoshi rin will never admit!

itoshi rin will never admit that he’s always the one chasing after your lips when you two are making out. you’d pull away to catch your breath, and he’d mindlessly follow after, oxygen the last thing on his mind.

sometimes you’d tease him—moving your head from side to side, leaning forward just to draw back before your lips make contact, enthralled with the way his head desperately follows after with parted lips and shut eyes. he’d snap his eyes open when it hits him that you’re playing around, glaring at you with flushed cheeks. then proceeds to use a rough palm to bring your jaw to him, crashing his lips back onto yours—successfully wiping the smirk off your face.

itoshi rin will never admit that he follows you around like a puppy when you’re cooking. even with a stoic face, he’s constantly hot on your heels, always perching a hand on your waist as if your trip to the stove extended beyond countries. you’d chastise him when you almost burn him while moving hot pans around. and he’d simply stay silent, giving you perhaps an inch of space, only to repeat the cycle all over again two minutes later.

itoshi rin will never admit that he’d run through his head your schedule first before making plans. you just got off work and his team wants to go for dinner? not free. he needs to buy new clothes and groceries? well that’ll just have to wait until you need to run errands too. his manager wants to schedule him for a photoshoot and interview? too bad. pick a different day because that so happens to be your day off as well. eventually, his team starts going to you first before attempting to make plans with him.

“i thought you were booked for today?”

“no, plans changed. can we stop by the mall later?”

“but wasn’t today the only day you could—”

“not my fault that i’m busy.”

itoshi rin will never admit the way his heart lightens almost instantly when you text him, immediately stopping whatever he’s doing to respond. those around him would know it’s you that got his attention through a mere phone screen. it’s the only logical explanation, because his notoriously cold gaze would only ever soften when you’re involved.

[fireladylisa]

A Pledge To Keep, ch. 4

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more

wc: 8.7k

dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part three

Sukuna had never driven this fast (but carefully) in his life. His palms were sweating against the leather wheel, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it. 

Meanwhile you were laid out in the backseat , sweat dripping down your forehead as you fought contraction after contraction, your entire body seizing up with every flex of your uterus. 

You were crying out and gripping the seat cushions of Sukuna’s car, head propped against the baby’s carseat. Things had gone from zero to one hundred so fast that your brain was short circuiting. 

One minute you were cooking and the next you were pissing yourself until you realized your water had actually broken when a sharp twist hit a few moments later. Now you were overcome with a strong urge to push, contractions hitting every two minutes and making you cry out in pain. 

“We’re almost there babe, just a few more minutes.” He’d been saying for the last ten minutes.

“DRIVE FASTER, Oh my god I have to push!!” 

You let out a loud scream, squeezing your legs and trying your best not to have this baby in the backseat of a fucking car. This is far from how you imagined giving birth and you were too panicked. You nor Sukuna knew anything about delivering a baby, you were college students! 

“Don’t fucking push!” He sped up.

“I can’t control that Ryo!” You wanted to murder him. This was his fault and now he was yelling at you like you weren’t literally on the verge of death, hands slipping from the headrest you were gripping. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. We’re almost there.. Just- just hold on.”

Another contraction hit and before you could stop yourself, you pushed hard, head thrown back as you screamed and spread your legs apart. “GAAAAAH, OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL MY VAGINA RIPPING OPEN.” 

You can barely hear Sukuna’s soothing words because your entire body is on fire, your heart thumping so hard you thought it would break free from your chest. You lowered your hand between your legs and gasped when you felt something solid and wet, something that was very obviously the top of a baby's head. Your baby.

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes as wide as the moon. This couldn’t be happening right now, you had such terrible luck. You were far from ready to give birth, to be a mother and the thought of having her in a car in the middle of winter had you spiraling. You and Sukuna hadn’t even picked out a name yet.

“Ryomen..” You weeped, a drastic change from the slew of curses you had just been screaming. “She’s coming now. Pull over.”

He looks at you through the rearview mirror, red eyes wide as he processes what you just said. 

“What do you mean she’s coming now?” 

You glare at him because you didn’t fucking stutter and you were in no position to be repeating yourself when you could barely breathe. 

“I mean the baby is coming now!!” 

“Fuck! Hold on!” Sukuna pulled onto the side of the road, hands shaking as he turned on the hazard lights and put the car in park, running to the back door before yanking it open. 

His entire face was drained of color as he stared at you in disbelief, as if you had planned for it to happen this way. You were supposed to be in a hospital bed, surrounded by medicial professionals who knew what the fuck they were doing. Not laid out in the back seat of a frat boy’s car, minutes away from pushing out his baby. 

Sukuna immediately drops to his knees beside the opened back door and with trembling sweat stained hands, he starts to pull your leggings down and you freak out.

“WHAT are you doing?!” You smack his hand away and he scowls at you. How fucking dare he give you atittude while you were in active labor with his child. 

“If the fucking baby is coming then you can’t give birth with pants on, can you?” 

Your eyes water and your body shakes as sobs rack your body, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your hair was loose from its bun and sticking to the sides of your flushed face. He was right, of course he was but that didn’t bring you any comfort.

“Please.. I’m not ready.” 

Sukuna paused, his face softening just a little as he grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours. You ignored how intimate it felt. “Hey. Look at me, please.”

And you do. His pink hair is a mess, you can see the sweat through his white compression shirt and he looked absolutely terrified. 

“You’re not fucking weak, do you understand me? It’s going to be okay. I’m right here and I’m gonna help ya through this, yeah?” Sukuna is relieved when you just barely smile with tear stained cheeks, because he was on the verge of losing his mind. This wasn’t supposed to be his life, but it was and he was trying his best not to spiral. 

You whimper and nod, letting him remove your pants and then your underwear. The cold air immediately hits you but you didn’t have enough time to acknowledge it before another contraction hit and you were screaming bloody murder, pushing down as hard as you could for six seconds, taking a sharp inhale once the contraction passed, letting your head rest on the carseat again. 

“You’re doing so well babe, such a good girl.” Sukuna tries his best to be encouraging but he was a business major, frat boy on his university’s soccer team. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this moment. He never even thought he’d have a kid, let alone be the one delivering it. His body between your legs, hands ready to catch his daughter, face pale at the sight of a small head of pink hair making its way out of you. 

The only things Sukuna knew about childbirth was that it was painful and it wasn’t supposed to happen in the backseat of his car. The sight left him unable to process what he was seeing, mind spinning with fear and concern for you and his child. 

“I hate you!” You scream, pushing down again as blood and fluids start to trickle down your legs, muscles on fire from the force you use, head pounding as the contraction tore through you. The sounds leaving your mouth are barely human. 

“I know, but I need you to keep pushing, alright? Hate me later.” Before you can protest, Sukuna’s running to the trunk and popping it open. He quickly grabs the baby bag and rips a blanket out of it before running back to you, trunk still wide open.

You push down again and Sukuna's back between your legs, blanket covering his hands as he stretches them and prepares to catch his baby. He has no idea what the fuck he’s doing, only that he probably shouldn’t let thing hit the ground. She was nearly out. Her head and shoulders free and Sukuna was amazed at how your body was stretching to its limit, bringing life into the world. 

“Almost there, she’s almost out now. S’proud of you babe.” 

You pushed one last time, lasting eight seconds this time before instant release washed over you and you let your body drop fully into the seat, fighting to catch your breath as a loud cry filled the car and outside. You were so exhausted, your entire body covered in sweat that you didn’t even care to cover yourself when someone came over asking if you needed help. 

Sukuna yelled at them to call for an ambulance as you looked down at him. He was attempting to wrap your crying daughter in a blanket and you smiled softly at the sight, eyes slowly shutting before your body went limp and everything turned dark.

One day later

You were dressed in a hospital gown, snug in your bed and arms heavy as you held your swaddled baby. Sukuna was standing over you, one hand moving up and down her chubby cheek in soft motions as she slept peacefully, oblivious to the sheer trauma you went through to bring her into the world.

Her hair was as pink as her fathers, her skin the same tan color as his, pink eyelashes long just like yours and your heart swelled. She wasn’t the perfect combination you thought she’d be. No. She was Sukuna’s spitting image, as if you hadn’t carried her for nine months and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

The lights in the room were dimmed and the afternoon sun spilled into the room, everything feeling peaceful and surreal. You were a mom now, no longer pregnant but holding a whole human you grew over the course of nine months, watching with hearts bursting in your eyes as she made soft coo’ing noises in her sleep. Tears brimmed as you leaned down and kissed her forehead, inhaling deeply to take in the fresh baby scent. 

“She’s so tiny.” You whisper, still unable to believe that she was yours and she was actually here. Your uterus no longer her home, your heart outside of your body. 

“Yeah..” Sukuna mumbles, never taking his eyes off of her. He was tracking every breath she took, timing them to make sure everything was normal and panicking when she stirs in her sleep, tiny fingers flexing as her chubby hand reaches and grabs onto his finger. 

Sukuna’s heart skips a beat, chest tight at the feeling of her little palm wrapped around his too large finger. When she starts to open her eyes, he slightly leans forward, completely mesmerized by the sight of his clone staring back at him. 

“Her eyes! She has your eyes too Sukuna, so unfair.” You feign jealousy, although your entire being filled with pride.

“Looks like me.” 

You look up at the man towering over you, his eyes locked directly on his baby and you can almost see the way he’s slowly melting despite his ever permanent mean mug, absolutely smitten over her. You hate how beautiful he looks, how every second that passes makes you fall more and more in love with him, knowing you’d never be more than co-parents. That Sukuna did not do relationships and you wouldn't be the one to change that, even if you birthed his child.

He lets his eyes wander to yours, a look you couldn’t quite make out flashing across his face before he’s leaning further down and placing a kiss to your forehead. “You did amazing. Thank you.”

Then he’s looking back at your daughter before you could respond and you’re biting your lip to fight back the tears and failing miserably. Sukuna doesn’t notice, his sole attention is on his daughter as you silently sob to yourself. The sight of the baby in your arms blurring.

“She’s perfect.”

“Hmm, yeah she is.” 

And you don’t see the way Sukuna’s looking at you. 

The next three days in the hospital were bliss, if you excluded the fact that you cried in the privacy of your room's bathroom whenever the sight of Sukuna being an attentive father overwhelmed you. He only left once for an exam and was right back at your side with lunch since you’d complained about the hospital food. 

You wanted to yell at him to stop being so caring when you both knew he could never give you what you actually wanted. It was cruel but even more pathetic that you enjoyed it, all but setting yourself up for failure. 

You were currently watching your brother sit in the corner of the room, holding your baby with a carefulness that almost makes you laugh. Sukuna is seated in the chair by your bed, failing miserably at pretending he wasn’t watching his frat brother with a promised violence in his eyes if anything happened to his daughter. 

“Does she have a name yet?” Nanami looks at you with soft eyes, pushing up his glasses to wipe at a stray tear before adjusting them again. You shake your head no, mind flashing back to the day your parents picked you up at the police station and how Nanami had always protected you.

You were only six when they died and their best friends took you in. You had lost your parents but gained a brother that day and to see him sitting there with your daughter in his arms, was nothing short of a miracle.

“Working on it now.” Sukuna huffs from beside you and you bite back a laugh at the way he was obviously seething with jealousy, as if he didn’t quite literally deliver her. 

You look down at the form that you and Sukuna were meant to fill out, and stare blankly at the empty spot that was meant for your daughter’s name. 

“What do you think?” You ask, looking over at him but he’s too busy staring at your daughter. “Ryomen..” 

“Hmm?” It takes a few seconds before he actually looks at you, his face softening just a little and you feel embarrassed at your appearance. You were dressed in a sweatsuit, makeup free and your hair pulled into a messy braid behind your head. Your face heats when he doesn’t break your gaze, simply shrugging. 

“That’s your response?” 

“I told you already. It’s up to you, doesn’t make a difference to me. You carried her and pushed her out. Although I would like her to have both of our last names, for legal reasons.” 

You nod in agreement. You weren’t Sukuna’s wife, nor did you share the same last name and the idea of your daughter only having his disturbed you. But the fact that he had the same thought, that he considered you as well had your face burning. 

“Mkay.” 

You thought it over for the next ten minutes until an option popped up, one you had considered over the past three months but was hesitant about.

“What about (daughter's name) Itadori? It’s my birth mothers name and I'd like to honor her since she can’t be here.” 

He whispers the name a few times while looking at his daughter who was sound asleep in her uncle's arms. You started to grow nervous until he made a humming sound. 

“Do you like it?” You bite your lip and roll the pen in your hand, anxiety eating at you because what if he didn’t like it? 

“Hmm, it fits her.”  

The knot in your chest loosens immediately and you hated how badly you wanted his validation. He wasn't your man, you didn’t need his approval but you still craved it. It was pathetic. 

After Nanami leaves it’s just you three again. You’re breast feeding your baby while Sukuna finishes packing your bags. You’re finally being released from the hospital and it terrifies you because it means you and Sukuna are on your own. There won’t be nurses there to help you if you can’t swaddle the baby properly or get her to latch on, which you had been struggling with. 

It would just be you three in your little apartment, two college students playing at being parents. Sukuna was still in a frat, would he put his responsibilities to his fraternity over you and your shared daughter? You knew the kind of person he was and while he did slow down with the parties since you told him you were keeping the baby, a part of you worried he’d realize he was in over his head and bail. 

“Ready?” Sukuna asks softly, the back of his finger rubbing at his daughter’s cheek as you pull your nipple from her mouth but his eyes are locked on yours. You only hum and wipe at the escaped milk falling from her mouth, her eyes shut tight as she smiled at something in her sleep. 

You hear Sukuna take in a sharp breath and when you look at him you swear his eyes are watering but he doesn’t give you enough time to really notice. He was shrugging her baby bag over his shoulder and leaving the room to let the nurses know you were all set. 

You felt silly as an attendant pushed you down the hall in a wheelchair, Sukuna walking in front of you with your daughter strapped safely in her carseat, pink blanket thrown over her legs and arms, a matching pink hat keeping her head warm. You had just given birth a few days ago but the way you were aching at the sight of him holding a carseat, muscles flexing under his long sleeved shirt as he held tightly, hat on backwards and reminding you that he was still the same fratboy you met nine months ago, was concerning.

He’s doing the most aggressive new-dad walk you've ever seen and the sight is delicious. He’s moving away from anyone that brushes past him, hand gripping the carseat handle as if he were escorting the head of state and not his newborn daughter. You laugh as an older man stares in shock, eyes flicking between Sukuna’s tattooed face and the small bundle he was carrying. He only looks away when the 6’5 man shoots him a dirty glare. 

Then you know you’re totally fucked when he secures the baby in the car and then comes back around and lifts you out the wheelchair, smirking at the sound of you yelping and tightening his grip on you while being mindful of your belly. He carries you bridal style to the open back door and sits you next to your daughter and you’re so confused because this isn’t the Sukuna you met and heard rumors about. 

“Buckle up.” He tells you but he’s the one snapping the seatbelt into the buckle, making sure it’s tight enough around you as if you were a child. When you look at him with questioning eyes, he simply shrugs and says nothing.

The first week of parenting is full of sleepless nights and pathetic attempts at keeping up with your school work, grateful that all of your professors had been accommodating and understanding that you were still adjusting to motherhood.

Sukuna was gone for the first time since you’d been home from the hospital, no longer able to put off his responsibilities to the frat and his classes. He grumbled on and on, complaining that the baby needed him and school could wait until you reminded him that this was his last year of uni and it was important he didn’t fall off. The truth was, Sukuna had noticed a new sadness in your eyes. Though you were obviously just as in love with your daughter as he was, he grew concerned when he noticed you were hardly eating and biting at your nails more often than not. 

It was ridiculous because these weren’t things he’d notice with anyone else, it wasn’t something he cared enough about to pay attention to. But he cared about you, even if you were only the mother to his child. You held a spot in his heart no other woman had since before his mother abandoned him and Jin as children. 

He’d even overheard you crying in the shower last night, feeling guilty because he had no idea how to handle that and so he just walked away. Later that night he stood in your doorway watching as you slept, bassinet sat beside you on the bed as you insisted on keeping the baby close so you wouldn’t have to waddle to her room whenever she was due for a feeding. His heart cracking because he wasn’t good with emotions and he wished he knew how to help you but he had no fucking clue on what to do.

That guilt hadn’t disappeared the following night, which is why he was leaving before you woke from your nap, making sure to send you a text so you knew where he was. He sighed when he pulled up in front of the frat house, stomach twisting because this was the last place he wanted to be but maybe a party would distract him from the confusing feelings he had toward you. 

The thought of sleeping with someone else crossed his mind and it left him nauseous which only pissed him off more. You weren’t in a relationship so why did he feel this sick sense of disloyalty when he thought of fucking another woman? He was a damn good father and he treated you well, but that was as far as his responsibilities went. 

He could whore his way through campus if he wanted to and no one would say anything, there were no labels to your relationship. He reminded himself of that as he walked through the front door of the frat house, the music too loud and the drunk idiots around him grating on his nerves. He adjusted his glasses on his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler and moving through the house until he was in the backyard and staring at the sea of known and unknown faces swimming in the pool as if it weren’t winter and dancing around it.

There were red cups everywhere and it made him think of the second night home from the hospital when you both had been so exhausted at 2 am that you just started throwing diapers on the floor before Sukuna dragged himself out of bed a few hours later to pick them up. He didn’t realize babies peed and pooped as much as his daughter did. The memory almost made him smile before a glare spread across his face at the sight of Gojo making his way toward him with a shit eating grin, stumbling and spilling the alcohol from his cup. 

“IT’S MY NEW FAVORITE SINGLE DAD!” He yells and Sukuna wants nothing more than to drown him in that pool.

“I’m right in front of you dumbass, why are you screaming in my fucking face?” 

Gojo laughs and throws his arm around Sukuna, who surprisingly doesn’t push him off, just huffs and lets his friend pull him closer. “Why? Is the baby sleeping?” 

Sukuna’s eye twitches. 

“I’m just fucking with you. But seriously, what the hell are you doing here?” 

That was a good question.

A few months ago, this would've been normal. A Friday night at a fraternity party. Music so loud it rattled the walls. Drunk people packed shoulder-to-shoulder in every room. Someone inevitably breaking furniture Sukuna or Gojo would have to replace to avoid getting chewed out by university officials. But everything felt wrong.

“I needed a break.” 

He pushes Gojo off him and walks away, cracking open his beer and chugging it like a freshman desperate to prove themselves. That was the truth, even if it was only half of it. Since his daughter was born over a week ago, his life had revolved around her and the woman sleeping in the second bedroom. Every morning he'd wonder if she had eaten enough, every afternoon he’d ignored his own tiredness and worry that you weren’t sleeping enough. Each night he’d lay in bed and listen carefully for sounds of a baby crying. 

It was fucking exhausting. Mentally and physically draining because the fact that all these good things were happening to him, soft things, was out of his norm and confusing. Everything about his life had been rough. Abandoned by his mother as a child, left with a neglectful father and then there was you.

Nanami’s sister who came into his life and made him feel things. The way you laughed at him when he panicked over every tiny thing surrounding your daughter. The way you'd looked at him in the hospital when he held his daughter tight against him.

It was becoming a problem because he didn’t do relationships. His parents were a piss poor example of love, people lied and disappointed each other all the time so he decided long ago that hook ups were better, simple and best for everyone involved. 

So tonight he was proving a point. He was still the same guy that could walk into a party, get shit faced drunk and then fuck a random woman for hours on end. Even if his stomach twisted in knots when another woman smiled at him and he forced himself to smirk back. Even if her face warped into yours as he pulled that same woman later that night towards his room.

When he closed his bedroom door, his heart sank and he felt his blood turning cold as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. The last woman he had brought in this room was you all those months ago, when he lost all common sense and came inside of you not once but twice. 

Sukuna looked at her, leaning his head back just a little as she got closer and for a split second his brain made him hear your laugh. Big glossy eyes staring up at him, your nails digging in his hair and scratching just the way he likes. This woman wasn’t you and the comparison hit so hard it almost pissed him off. Especially when she reached up and pressed her lips against his and Sukuna stayed deadly still.

She was sticking her tongue out when he untangled her arms from around him and stepped back, head spinning with anger and another feeling he refused to admit. Why couldn’t you stay out of his fucking head? Usually he’d already be rolling the condom on and fucking this woman until she couldn’t speak but now he was using the back of his hand to wipe the taste of her off of him. 

“Just not feeling it, sorry.” 

“Another woman?” She asked and her smile was kind enough but Sukuna didn’t answer, turning and leaving her in the room alone. 

He was sick with irritation that he felt like a cheater, annoyed he blew his own chances at getting laid and relieved that he didn’t fuck her. He checked his phone to see if you had texted, heart thumping when he saw your name. 

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And when he opened the picture he was instantly smiling, oblivious to the fact that people stared at him like he was insane. Ryomen Sukuna found smiling? Pigs were about to start flying. He didn’t care of course, because he was too busy looking at the picture of you on the couch, smiling softly with his daughter tucked against you, chubby cheeks pressing in your chest as she slept like an angel. 

You look tired but wholly beautiful and he wanted you so, so badly it hurt. 

sukuna: brats.

It was all he said but he hearted the picture and hoped you would understand how happy it made him to see it. He’d always been a shit communicator. 

He was too drunk to go home so he passed out on the couch until he was jumping out of his sleep at eleven in the morning, heart pounding hard and cursing as he looked for his phone and punched in the code with a force strong enough to almost break the screen protector when face ID failed. 

Two missed calls from you and one text from two hours ago.

brat’s mom: hey I was planning on getting coffee with my friends this morning. When do you think you’ll be back? It’s too cold to bring (daughters name) out.

“Fuck!” He tried to call you, snatching up his glasses and running out the door with his shoes untied, tripping over a pledge passed out on the floor. He kicked him, yelling at him to get out of the fucking way before bolting out the door and begging for you to answer. 

He hadn’t meant to sleep as long as he did, sleep deprivation getting the best of him. It hadn’t even been worth it because Sukuna had a raging headache and slept worse than he would with his daughter waking him every two hours. 

You didn’t answer when he called you a second and third time and he sped off in his car with panic and guilt taking root in his body.

“Come on (daughters name), please just help mommy out and latch.” You cried, tears streaming down your face as your daughter screamed, her chubby little face turning red with anger and hunger. Her fists were balled, her arms flailed in frustration as you moved your nipple toward her mouth. 

You had been trying to get her to latch properly for the last ten minutes but was failing miserably. You were in the process of pumping, bottle almost two ounces full when she woke from her sleep and immediately demanded to be fed. You were starting to notice that your daughter wasn’t a very patient baby and you cried in annoyance because you were supposed to be meeting your friends and had to cancel on them, even after they offered to come to you, desperate to finally meet your baby. 

Your shoulders shook as you sobbed helplessly, looking down at your daughter with harsh guilt. It had been a struggle getting her to latch since leaving the hospital, but she never took more than a few minutes before she was happily sucking away. Now your boobs were sore from the overflow of milk you were producing, sitting dormant and the breast pump brought you little relief. 

“Ok, just give me a second.” And she screeched louder when you laid her on the couch, still dressed in her cotton pink set you’d dressed her in earlier with a matching bow. 

You ran to the kitchen and unscrewed the bottle from the pump, screwing the cap on with trembling hands before running back to your daughter. Just as you picked her up, Sukuna was tripping through the door with a look of panic, his pink hair wild on his head. 

You attempted to ignore him and the reality that he was hungover, sitting back on the couch and moving the bottle to your daughter's mouth. Her screams turned into soft whimpers before she went quiet, greedily drinking the small amount of milk you’d been able to pump. Just enough to keep her satisfied for an hour or two.

“I-” He starts but you don’t let him finish, sending him a glare that told him you were fucking pissed and not to push you lest you snap his stupid neck. 

“Don’t.” The single word cuts through the air and makes Sukuna freeze in the doorway before he realizes he’s letting in cold air and closes it, taking his shoes off and carefully stepping further into the living room. Moving lightly, as if every step he took could set off a ticking bomb.

“What happened?” He asks after a few moments, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure of how to help at this point. Afraid of saying the wrong thing when you were in this state, knowing he was completely in the wrong and had no justification. 

You huff out a laugh. “What happened?” 

He glares, eyes squinting as he says “That’s what I asked.” and the fucking audacity has you fuming, ears heated as you keep your voice low in consideration of your currently calmed baby.

“I couldn’t get her to feed for ten fucking minutes Sukuna. You were too busy fucking other women and I was here, calling you for help while you ignored me and your daughter. I was alone, so thanks for that.” 

His guilt immediately turned to anger at the sound of you calling him by his middle name, because you never call him that. But he wasn’t mad at you. Because of course he was wrong, he knew that, you knew that but unfortunately for him and you, sitting with guilt had never been something he was good at. 

“You weren’t alone.” He grumbles, running a hand through his tousled hair. 

Your leg stops shaking, hand tightening (only a little) around the bottle and a dangerous chill filled the room as you glared daggers at the man in front of you. If he was joking it wasn’t fucking funny and if he was serious then you’d just have to kill him. 

“Excuse me?” 

Sukuna sighs and runs a hand down his face, but he doesn’t back down because his anger is hot and had always been good at getting him in trouble. 

“You could’ve called someone.” 

You laugh louder than you meant to, your daughter stirring in her half sleep state reminding you that she was still there. You fight back the tears you feel burning in your eyes, not wanting to give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“I called her father.” 

You couldn’t tell him that you were also worried about him, how your mind raced when he didn’t answer your calls. You knew how crazy frat parties could get, what if he fell in the pool and drowned? Too drunk to swim to the surface while everyone around him was too drunk to notice him. 

It was too bad you both were angry and angry people didn’t always say the right things. Fuck this guy. You stood and stormed to your room, closing the door behind you and letting a few tears fall. 

You waited until your baby was done drinking, sound asleep again as you sat the bottle down and patted her back, stopping when she let out a little burp. As gently as possible, you kissed her cheek and laid her on her stomach in the bassinet on your bed. 

You were heated and far from done with Sukuna, leaving the door cracked back open and basically stomping into the living room. He was sitting on the couch now, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“One week and four days.” You cross your arms and stand in front of him, ignoring how beautiful he looked, how you wanted to climb on his lap and ride him right there. "You've been a father for one week. You couldn’t even make it a month."

He’s standing now too, his hands balled at his side as he glares down at you, towering over you and forcing you to tilt your head back to stare up at him. 

“That’s not fair. I’ve been by your fucking side since we left that hospital, what else do you want from me woman?” 

“Fair?!” You yell back, your own hands now shaking at your side. “Are you serious Sukuna?” 

“Stop fucking calling me that!” 

“Fuck you dude!” 

Before he can stop himself he’s pulling you by your waist with both hands and you don’t stop him. He’s scowling down at you, upset at how beautiful you look even when you want to kill him and he hates himself for fucking up this badly. 

All the effort he put in to show you he was different had now seemed meaningless.

“You knew exactly who I was when you decided to keep her. You knew my reputation and that I partied and fucked around. You knew I wasn't some perfect fucking family man.” 

“Ryomen.” You whisper, eyes wide because the feeling of his hands on your body was sending you spiraling, making you forget that you hated his guts right now. His fingers digging lightly into your waist, face moving dangerously close to yours. 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and exhaling before looking at you again. Your heart is going crazy, pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, hear the blood rushing.

“I’m sorry, alright? You both deserve better than me but i’m what you got and i’m trying my best here so cut me some fucking slack.. Please.” He leans his forehead against yours and you’re crying and lightly shaking your head ‘yes’ because it was true. You knew the kind of person he was and you still wanted him anyway. He made you so fucking stupid.

“For the record I didn’t fuck anyone. Couldn’t even bring her to my room without seeing your fucking face, it was embarassing.” 

You release a shaky breath and nod again as his nose brushes against yours, anger still simmering in your chest. Neither of you move, though his hands on your hips tighten as he pulls you closer, flush against his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, one hand creeping up your back until he’s holding your head and rubbing his thumb up and down, sending chills through your body. When he’s sure you’re comfortable with that, he moves the same hand to your face, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.  

“You already said that.” 

And his lips are just above yours now but you don’t move, and he’s slow enough to give you the opportunity to pull away. You don’t. Stupid.

“I know.” 

The kiss is soft, lacking the desperation usually present in your make out sessions and when he moaned against your mouth it was soft, more like a sigh of relief than anything. You’re kissing him back, hand moving to scratch at the back of his head just how he likes it and Sukuna is gone, all the fight leaving his body as he lifts you and smirks at the way your legs instinctively wrap around him. 

Neither of you say anything, Sukuna doesn’t even break your kiss as he starts walking you toward his room, tongue slipping in your mouth and he’s so fucking hard he feels like his cock is going to rip through his sweats. He knows it’s too soon to fuck you but there were other ways he could show you just how sorry he was. 

Your eyes roll back when you feel his hand snaking under your shirt and up your back. When he found your bra he unclasped it, letting it fall to the ground between your bodies and your nipples were instantly cold from the milk that had started to leak. 

“In so much pain.” You pushed your chest against his, hoping he’d know what you meant because you would die before saying it out loud. “Need you to fix it.” 

His pupils are blown, a smug smirk forming on his face and you hate the way your cheeks heat in embarrassment. ‘Yeah? Fuck, baby- i’ve been waiting for this day.” 

He sets you on the bed gently, laying your body back as he climbs over you, making sure to be careful of your belly that hasn't completely gone down yet. You’re so desperate that you push him back and sit up, ripping your shirt off before throwing it across the room and laying back down. 

Sukuna’s eyes are trailing over your body and he’s taking in a deep breath when they land on your still leaking nipples. You swear his eyes almost roll back but then he’s on you, kissing you with a need that rivals your own, tongue slipping in your mouth as he reaches a hand up and squeezes your boob. 

When you hiss out in pain, he look at you with concerned eyes and fuck, you hate when he looks at you like he cares. Like you actually mean something to him. “That bad?” You nod and then he’s wasting no time, moving his head down until he’s hovered over your chest. 

“Which one hurts more?” He asks and when you point to your left one, he’s popping the nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hand lightly caressing it to coax the milk out. 

The relief isn’t immediate. It takes a few moments before the milk lets down and starts flowing into his mouth and Sukuna is grinding his hips half into the mattress, cock leaking precum already. 

“Taste ‘s sweet, mmm fuck.” He flicks his tongue against your nipple and you cry out, one hand in his hair and the other moving to touch your pussy that’s clenching against literally nothing. You felt so desperate, so needy and this wasn’t enough. 

Sukuna is lost, drinking to his heart's content and savoring every drop your body gives him. If someone had told him this would be his life right now, he’d laugh in their face and tell them they were fucking stupid. Now here he was, humping his mattress and sucking the milk from your tits, loving every second of it. Your cries and moans filling his head with awful, possessive thoughts. 

He moves to your other boob and sucks until you’re completely satisfied and he feels so fucking full on your milk, so fucking filthy but he doesn’t care. Gladly licking at the corners of his mouth to greedily lap up whatever he missed. 

When he’s done he sits up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and lust. You were so fucking perfect even after carrying his child and he was possessed with a need to do it again. To stuff you full until you were pregnant again. He ignored that thought and moved your hand from your leaking cunt, letting his own fingers take over. 

“M’ not done yet baby.”

Before you can process what’s happening, Sukuna is lifting you, and flipping your body so that he was laid on the bed and you were seated on his lap, his hard cock rubbing so beautifully against your needy pussy.  

“Ride it.” His large hands grip your ass and drag you up his length and you’re crying out, head thrown back as you start to slowly move your hips back and forward. 

“Uhhhh, oh g-god.” You sob, the feeling euphoric as you grind down harder, upset that you weren’t healed enough to really fuck him. You started mentally counting down the days until he could fill you again, taking what you could get for now. 

Sukuna moves a hand to grope your tit, squeezing lightly and rubbing the drop of milk across your nipple. It was animalistic and you should be appalled but you only cried louder, moving your hips faster. His hand was helping you, pulling your body back and forth as he grinded his hips up into you. 

“Miss you s’much baby, need to feel you around me.” 

You grind faster, angrier because you remember that you’re supposed to hate him right now and he deserves to be punished. You lean forward, hands gripping at his shoulders as you drag your cunt back and forth, feeling his cock grow impossibly harder and you have him right where you want him.

“I’m so close!” You cry as that all too familiar knot starts to form in your stomach. Sukuna’s holding your hips with both hands now, mouth slightly open and his face flushed with his impending release. He’s pulling you desperately against him, only lifting his lips a little to add more pressure and you tuck your head into his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as your orgasm crashes into you. 

“Ryo! Oh god, I'm cumming!” 

It’s desperate, the way you rock into him, white pulsing pleasure ripping through you as you experience your first post-birth orgasm. Sukuna’s hands tighten around your hips, and he’s pushing into you to help you ride it out. 

“Don’t stop, m’gonna cum in my fucking pants.” 

Fuck him. As soon as your high dies down, you’re pulling your body off of his and laying on the bed next to him. He’s pissed, you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. You ignore him, closing your eyes and smiling in victory as he huffs out a breath in annoyance. 

“That’s fucking cruel.”

It’s Monday again and Sukuna’s getting ready for his morning lecture, running about the apartment and packing his daughter’s baby bag, making sure the bottles you pumped the previous night were stored correctly. It took a lot of convincing, but you finally agreed to let him take the baby to university with him. It was just for the first class, long enough to allow your still healing body to actually rest. 

When you asked him if he was concerned about what everyone would say, he dead panned you, annoyed you’d even ask him such a stupid question. “When have I ever given you the impression that I give a fuck what others think?” 

And he never did, which is why he’s strapping his daughter into her carseat, letting his long finger rub at her cheek as she stares at him with eyes just like his. His heart skips a beat, like it always does whenever she looks at him like he was someone of importance. Like he wasn’t an asshole to everyone but her. 

“Ready brat?” He adjusts the hat on her little head, making sure her mittens are secured and her blankets are tucked properly and keeping her warm. He sighed as he double checked her straps, ensuring that she wouldn’t accidentally fall out and left out the door, careful to not wake you. 

The drive to the school takes longer than necessary, Sukuna refusing to drive a mile above the speed limit without you back there with the baby. When he finally pulls into the university parking lot, he’s almost late to his lecture. He’s rushing out the car, pulling his daughter’s carseat and making sure she was ok. Sound asleep.

He only realizes he forgot her stroller when he’s walking to the building his class is taking place in. 

"Fuck."

A student walking past glances over. Then he does a double take. Then a triple take. Because Sukuna, known playboy, frat menace, and soccer star, is carrying a baby carseat!

The student nearly walks into a trash can but Sukuna keeps walking and ignoring the many stares he gets, picking up his pace to get his daughter out of the cold even though he had put three blankets over her.

One guy even says “No fucking way.” Sukuna just rolls his eyes and looks down at his daughter. She’s sound asleep but when her little mouth opens and she yawns, tiny pink tongue covered in leftover milk from her morning feed, his chest almost caves in. 

"Is that a baby?"

"No way that's his."

"Holy shit that's Sukuna."

"I thought the pregnancy rumors were fake."

It’s the same thing over and over and Sukuna grows annoyed and overly protective of his tiny cargo, snapping at an innocent freshman that stares a little too long. 

"What?" He stops walking, staring right back at him.

"N-Nothing."

"Then stop fucking staring."

By the time he makes it to his lecture hall, the professor is setting up slides and the room is quieting down. People stare as he moves down the stairs, eyes looking for a spot to sit when he spots an open seat by Gojo, Geto and Choso, the white haired moron grinning and waving him over. 

He ignores the looks he’s getting and moves into the aisle, walking until he’s near his friends and sitting down with an annoyed huff. He places the carseat and baby bag on the ground next to his feet and pulls his laptop from his bag, checking to make sure his daughter was still asleep before opening the docs app to take notes. 

When he looks up the professor is smiling at him but says nothing. Gojo nudges him when he doesn’t look and Sukuna is reluctantly looking at his friend who he really didn’t have the energy to deal with. 

“What the fuck do ya want?”

Gojo smirks while Geto and Choso frown at their friend, leaning forward in their seats to try to get a view of the baby. Sukuna had only sent a picture in their group chat after she had been born and left it at that. 

“We want to see the baby dude, we don’t care about you!” Geto shrieks and Sukuna smirks, pride creeping out before he could stop it. 

“Tough shit, she’s sleeping and I'll tear you apart if you wake her up.” He adjust the hat on his head and starts typing, pretending as if the men didn’t exist. Only an hour to go.

About twenty minutes into the lecture, the baby stirs and makes a noise and Sukuna immediately stops typing. His friends snap their heads toward her, as well as the random woman to his left. She’s not crying, just staring at the fluorescent lights and making the cutest newborn sounds, a mitten covered hand escaping the blanket. 

“Oh my god.” Gojo cries, hearts forming in his blue eyes as the others nearly break their necks to look. 

Sukuna frowns at the baby, reaching down to unbuckle her as the professor continues her lecture. He’s careful when he lifts her and she’s doing the newborn stretch, her little body scrunched up before settling in his her fathers arms. Sukuna wants to cry. 

“She’s so tiny!” Choso coos and Sukuna fights the urge to say no shit. His friends meant no harm, at least that’s what you would say so he bites his tongue. 

His little mini lets out another tiny noise and blinks up at him with those stupidly familiar eyes.

His eyes.

It still baffled him that this tiny person was half him, that she was his spitting image, something so innocent in the hands of someone like him. She was perfect and he was terrified of ever disappointing her, of being the man his father was-

Gojo is clutching Geto's arm so hard the other man looks seconds away from throwing him through a wall.

"Look at her."

"I'm looking."

"Look harder!"

Sukuna holds her with one arm, the other reaching into the baby bag to pull out a clean blanket. He lays it across his chest and places her on it, hand holding her bum, chin resting lightly on the top of her head as he attempts to pay attention to the professor. 

Gojo reaches a hand forward and before Sukuna can yell at him to put hand sanitizer on before he touches his daughter, she’s wrapping a gloved hand around his pale finger. Gojo looks like he just witnessed the creation of the universe. 

“She knows who her godfather is.” Sukuna doesn’t respond to that, only pulling his daughter closer to his chest and letting the man believe whatever he wanted to.

Ten minutes later, the pink haired newborn is falling asleep again when the girl to the left speaks up and Sukuna almost rolls his eyes. Has no one seen a fucking baby before?

“Aww she’s adorable!” The woman reaches a hand out to touch his daughter and Sukuna acts on instinct, grabbing her wrist and pushing it away. 

The woman is flustered but obviously can’t take a hint because she continues babbling, oblivious to the child’s father’s rising anger. 

“What’s her name?” 

Sukuna grumbles and keeps his eyes on the front of the class, half paying attention as his daughter squirms on his chest, but stays sound asleep. 

“(Daughter's name).” 

“That’s such a beautiful name! I actually have an aunt with the same one-”

His baby coo’s in her sleep, still gripping Gojo’s finger, the man refusing to move even if his muscles were growing sore, using his other hand to clumsily type on his laptop. 

"Awww, that’s too cute. Do babies always make that noise?"

Sukuna is immediately overwhelmed and wishes she’d stop talking to him so he could actually fucking focus.

"What the fuck do I know?"

She laughs. “You’re her dad silly! So is her mom around?” 

Sukuna lets a small smirk form at the thought of you, mindlessly listening to the professor talk about economics while tracking his daughter's breathing. 

“Yeah, my girlfriend is around.” 

The woman’s eyes widen as she snaps her head forward and finally listens to what the professor is saying. She didn’t look at him for the rest of the class. Sukuna thinks this is going to be the longest three months of his life until he graduates, if this is what he has to deal with. 

note: the picture change!! 🥹 we've entered fratkuna's dad era. i'm so grateful for @495lz for creating this masterpiece for my series, shout out to them! also, what would you name yours and sukuna's baby? tell meeee (mine is ayame) 💖

sukuna's photo album 💕

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[fireladylisa]

A Pledge To Keep, ch. 3

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more

wc: 7.5k

dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art by lorinmower | part two

It’s been two weeks, fourteen days, and three hundred and thirty-six hours since Sukuna found out he was going to be a father. Not that he was counting of course. He was hardly the type to overthink much of anything he did, but he’d been spending the last two weeks swelling his brain over the clusterfuck that was his life. 

He was going to be a dad and it still didn’t feel real. A kid, his kid.

He thought perhaps he’d follow in Jin’s path and it made him fucking sick. His twin brother had a child when they were only eighteen and decided to forgo college and help their father run the family business. He’d barely graduated high school and Sukuna swore he’d never make that same mistake. 

He was absolutely a fuckboy who slept with half the school but his education always came first and he had no plans to have a child before completing it, or have any at all. His nephew, Yuji, was more than he could handle and that wasn’t even his child. 

“Oi! Pay attention!” His coach’s voice barely registers until he’s feeling the sting of a soccer ball hitting his shoulder. He’s instantly on one hundred.

“Are you fucking stupid?!” Sukuna catches it before it hits the ground, ignoring the apologies of the freshman dumb enough to hit him, chucking it with incredible force past his head. He ignored the warning shouts from his coach and stormed off the field, his mind racing more than usual as he sped off in his car and heads toward your dorm building. 

A kid. Half him, half you and thinking of it almost makes him laugh. Sukuna wasn’t cut out for fatherhood, and he sure as fuck wasn’t meant to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone husband. So it confuses him that whenever the idea of disappearing pops up, something ugly twists in his chest. Something nagging at him that maybe marrying you was the right decision but he always shut the thought down before it could truly take form. 

A couple of weeks ago, his biggest concern was making sure he got good grades and noticed by scouts and now he was reading articles about how a baby was the size of an avocado at sixteen weeks. What the fuck was his life?

Everything about this still felt unreal, even if he acted nonchalant whenever he was around you, which was more often than not lately. This reality seemed fit for an actual adult, not a twenty-something year old whose current address was a frat house full of idiots whose thoughts consisted only of partying, booze and fucking. 

Not too long ago this wouldn’t have bothered him but whenever he returns home after being with you, he only notices problems. The beer bottles, loud music, strangers littering his home. There was no way in hell his kid could live here. So he found himself researching apartments and how to babyproof a home in six months, because he sure as hell wasn’t letting his child live in a frathouse or anywhere near it.

He wonders if a one bedroom would be enough, a baby doesn’t need that much space right? But babies turn into toddlers and toddlers turn into children who need their own space, but maybe he should get a three bedroom because you weren’t his girl and probably wouldn’t want to share a room with him. 

Sukuna didn’t care, of course. Unlimited access to you? He was sure he could live with that, even if you’d never be anything more than co-parents. He didn’t have much time to think about that because as soon as he parked in the visitors parking lot of your dorm, you texted him.

brat’s mom: Hey, I think we should tell Nanami.

Fuck.

Nanami’s face is red as he processes what you just told him, eyes distant as he stares at nothing. He went from shock that you and Sukuna had been together in the first place, to clenching his jaw so tight you thought he might break his teeth from the force. You could cut the tension with a knife and you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat. Nanami was an easy to annoy person but very rarely did that ever apply to you. To be on the receiving end of his ire was a new experience and it made your skin crawl with anxiety. 

You could remember the times he’d beat up the boys that broke your heart, specifically the ex that dated you as a prank. When you ran home crying, Nanami and his friends went to go find the boy and based on what you heard the cops tell your parents, Nanami had gripped your ex by his hair and punched him harder that he knocked a tooth out. 

If anyone knew how protective Nanami could get over the people he loves it was you, but this was different. Sukuna was his friend and perhaps that's why he hasn't jumped over the table yet. You have hope it’ll be okay until-

“I can’t believe you fucked Sukuna after i specifically warned you about him! And to get pregnant? I love you but are you stupid?”

“Kento-” Your face heats up.

“And what the hell is he doing here?”

It was safe to say Nanami wasn’t happy to hear the news and the smug grin Sukuna was wearing wasn’t fucking helping. You shot him a lethal glare and that was all it took for him to sit up straight in the booth of the cafe you insisted on meeting your brother at. 

It’s been a week since you decided to keep the baby and two since you found out you were pregnant. You spent those seven days thinking over if motherhood was truly for you, if you could afford a child and where you would even live. You didn’t think Yuki would appreciate a screaming newborn disturbing her rest or if your school even allowed babies on campus. 

Sukuna had an answer to all of this of course. 

“Money isn’t an issue. I can promise you, you'll both be well taken care of.”

“I’ll buy you an apartment. Did you think I’d let you sleep in a dorm with the brat?”

Then when he offered to introduce you to his family, stating he has a young nephew and a twin brother you’d like, you remembered you had your own brother to tell. You were so panicked over it, knowing how Nanami could get. You begged Sukuna to come, who all but insisted it wasn’t his place to interfere with sibling issues, especially because said sibling was his brother in pledge and teammate. You thought it might be a good idea to have backup but you were seriously regretting that as the two friends glared at one another.

Sukuna looks annoyed and your brother looks like he’s calculating how many years he’d get for murdering his frat bro. 

“Morning to you too.” Sukuna lifts the shades on head, pushing them up and pulling his pink hair back in the process. He looked insanely hot in his Jujutsu University sweater and faded blue jeans, his lip piercing reminding you of how he ate your pussy right before coming here, but you couldn’t think about that right now.

Nanami ignores him, keeping his eyes on you and you can feel his disappointment burning a hole in your forehead. “Him? You can’t be serious. Out of every man on campus you chose my friend and hid it from me for months!”

You rub at your temples, your breakfast threatening to come up and ruin the new dress you’d just gotten, one big enough to hide the bump that decided to expand over the last two weeks. He was starting to piss you off, treating you as if you were still a little girl and couldn’t make your own decisions. It was beyond humiliating and your face was burning. 

“I told you I didn’t fucking hide it! I just found out two weeks ago myself. And I didn’t exactly plan it, Kento. I wasn’t thinking-” 

He scuffs at that. “Clearly.” 

Sukuna snorts into his cup and Nanami’s eyes snap at him, glaring bullets at the much larger man as if his look alone could kill him. 

“Do you find this amusing Itadori?” 

Sukuna almost breaks his cup with the force he uses to sit it down, coffee pouring over and onto the table. He didn’t care, didn’t notice because he was too busy stopping himself from strangling the man on the other side of the booth. 

“If you ever call me that again i’ll fucking set ya on fire, understand?” 

The sudden flip leaves your head spinning with confusion. You had no idea why the name sent him spiraling but the way Nanami scrunches his eyebrows before nodding his head in understanding, tells you it was something your brother knew greatly offended Sukuna and he’d clearly crossed a line. 

“Fine.” Nanami sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Just tell me two things. First, what are your intentions with my sister?” 

“I intend to be around.” Sukuna answers without a beat, as if he had been expecting this question. 

Nanami’s glaring again because that wasn't good enough. “Surely you have plans to make an honest woman of her?” 

You didn’t mean to but you let a laugh slip before biting your lip and frowning at your brother. “What is this, the 1800’s? I appreciate the support Ken but what makes you think I even want to get married?”

Nanami’s cheeks redden in embarrassment and anger, and Sukuna is looking at you like you hung the stars with a smirk on his face, which you absolutely ignore because you refuse to acknowledge the weird soon to be “co-parents with benefits” relationship you have going on. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” He smiles and rubs at his eyes, letting his glasses push up his face before he focuses on you again, sighing heavily. “Just wanna make sure you and the baby will be alright. Where do you plan on living? I don’t think the school-”

“What is it with you two and thinking i’d let her live in a fucking dorm with my child? I’m starting to get offended.”

After a private conversation with Nanami and him assuring you that he loves you and only wants the best for you, you have Sukuna drop you off at Shoko and Utahime’s place. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. 

Time is starting to fly by now. You’re in your twentieth week of pregnancy and it’s been six weeks since you found out you were pregnant. You and Sukuna are both deep in your studies but he always makes sure he finds time to stop by and see you. Everyone questions why Sukuna is seen around campus with the same girl, or why he basically stopped attending parties and on the rare occasion when he does, he limits himself to two drinks max and is seemingly more irritable than usual.

He can usually be found sitting on the couch, smoking weed and shooting the shit with Toji, who is surprisingly the only person in the frat outside of Nanami that knows he has a kid on the way. He had one of his own at the end of freshman year and had been understanding when Sukuna went to him for advice, never teasing like he knew Gojo or Suguru would. 

“S’not all that bad. Megs is a little shit, I swear that fucker purposefully provokes me sometimes but I’d do anything for him ya know?”

Sukuna didn’t know, that was the whole fucking point of this conversation. The closest he’s gotten to fatherhood is when he babysat Yuji for Jin and that ended with him being banned from such duties. Jin had asked if his son was asleep yet and when Sukuna sent a mirror picture of him holding the baby by his onesie, his twin lost his shit. Sukuna couldn’t understand the problem since the brat was laughing and clearly enjoying their uncle/nephew bonding time. 

How was he supposed to know the shirt could potentially rip? He asked his brother this and Jin squinted even with his glasses on, ears and cheeks red with fury as he threw his arms out, “That’s what I’m telling you, Ryo! You don’t know, so don’t do it! You’d make a shit father.” 

“I’ll tell you the secret.”

Sukuna waits as Toji takes a hit, inhaling deeply before blowing a ring of smoke and letting his head fall back on the couch, passing the blunt to Sukuna and the pink haired giant waits. 

“There isn’t one.”

Toji laughs and Sukuna scoffs, mumbling “You’re useless.” before taking a hit himself and smothering it in the tray on the table. The medicinal had failed at clearing his head and served only to piss him off even more at this point. 

“When Megumi’s mom told me she was pregnant I almost threw up. I was an idiot at nineteen.” 

Sukuna grunts and leans back into the couch, laying his head on the cushion behind him and staring at the ceiling. “You still are.”

Toji’s laughing and keeps talking but Sukuna's mind is half there as his thoughts drift to you. The last time he saw you was two days ago and the sight of your almost five month belly had him nauseous with anxiety, reality truly kicking in that his entire life was going to change. 

You were sitting at your desk getting an assignment done and when he looked down, your shirt had risen up and staring back at him was his future. One he hadn’t planned and it left him so terrified he did the only thing he could think of. He left without explaining why, ignoring your questions as he shrugged his shirt back over his head and bolted out the door, ignoring your texts. It was just a simple “Hey, you alright? You looked spooked.” and a “Did I do something wrong?” 

That was two days ago and he hasn’t reached out to you yet, and thankfully you didn't call or text him either. Sukuna hadn’t realized he was a coward until that day and it was gnawing at his soul, biting away at his sanity until he broke and opened up to Toji.

“I’m not the best dad, coulda told you that myself. But all I'm saying is that no one is ever ready, shit just happens and you figure it out. Got no choice but to, but I can tell you already care.”

“What?” 

Sukuna looks at his friend, eyes growing heavy as his heart skips a beat. His face remained nonchalant but he was fucking terrified and hated that someone noticed.

“You keep worrying about fucking up. Bad fathers don’t sit around worrying if they’re doing a good job or not, trust me I know. Not something I’m proud of.”

Sukuna hums in acknowledgment. He vividly remembered how Toji avoided his son the first month after he was born, partying night and day, skipping most of his classes and almost getting kicked off the football team. He never cared at the time, didn’t think it was his business. 

“You ever stop worrying?” Toji frowns and Sukuna adds “About the kid dumbass.” 

Sukuna would never admit to this to anyone, not even you but he worried about your safety constantly. Were you eating enough? He’d answer that by getting every craving you had and sending you money for groceries, even though you told him you didn’t need it. 

Were you in pain? He rubbed your feet once, glaring at you and swearing you to secrecy as you giggled and he fought back a smile. Claimed that it was his responsibility to fix any issues his child was causing you. 

Was the baby growing correctly? When he asked you that a week ago, you invited him to your anatomy scan which was tomorrow. He had yet to see the baby beyond the ultrasound you showed him and the thing was tiny, it did nothing but freak him out. What if something happened? A baby that small couldn't be saved. His nerves only calmed when he agreed to go to the appointment with you. 

“Nah. When you care about something that much, you’ll never stop worrying but you get used to it.”

Before Sukuna could respond, a bright flash of white hair appeared and shouted “WHERE’S MY FAVORITE SINGLE DAD?” 

Both of the men groan and Sukuna closes his eyes and throws his arm over his head, lacking the special kind of patience needed to deal with Satoru fucking Gojo. Toji mumbles “Shit.”

When he peeks, a very drunk Gojo is standing in front of them with his black shades still on, beer bottle in his hand and red lipstick covering his neck. The man laughs at their sour faces before plopping himself on the couch between them.

The music is too fucking loud, Gojo reeks of alcohol and Sukuna feels a migraine coming on. 

“Fuck off.” Sukuna grumbles, pushing the arm Gojo was attempting to put around him and ignoring the fake pout he gave. He’s surprised he’s survived almost four years in the same house as the man, he was a walking headache.

“No way! What are you two talking about?” He frowns at Sukuna before attempting to hug Toji and getting the same treatment. 

“None of your business, freak. You’re ruining my fucking high.” Toji huffs. He had even less patience for the frat president than Sukuna did, as they didn’t have the best track record.

Gojo says nothing but looks between both men, his eyes narrowed as he puts on his “thinking too hard about shit that doesn’t concern him” face, gears turning in his pissy drunk head and Sukuna rubs his hand down his face. Fuck, he really wanted to kill his friend sometimes. 

Gojo takes another painfully awkward minute to stare between the two and right when Toji’s about to strangle him, his white eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. The grin slowly spreads across his face and Sukuna knows he’s fucked. The man was incredibly observant and crazy smart when he wanted to be.

“..No way. You- you got some PREGNANT didn’t you? That’s why you’ve been skipping our parties, acting all high and mighty and refusing to drink anything stronger than those nasty beers I know you hate.” 

Sukuna sighs, his face growing hot with anger as he smacks the back of Gojo's head, ignoring his very loud “OW!” and gripping the man's collar and pulling him close. “Keep your fucking mouth shut or i’ll kill you.. Slowly.”

It’s not that Sukuna cared if people found out. He never fed into what others thought of him but he knew you did and he would be damned if Gojo ruined the little peace you were getting throughout this pregnancy because his idiot friend was too stupid to keep his voice low. 

“Fine! Fine!” Satisfied Sukuna lets him go, shooting a glare at the few people who were looking before sitting back. Unfortunately for him, Gojo wasn’t done. 

“Who is it? Do I know her? Wait-” 

Toji’s already gotten up and left Sukuna to deal with the frat president's antics on his own. Fucking traitor.

“It’s Nanami’s sister isn’t it? That’s why he barely talks to you anymore and looks at you like he hates you now. Oh my god, I’m a genius! Can I be godfather?”

Sukuna contemplates homicide but pulls out his phone, feeling a lot more confident after his conversation with Toji of all people. 

sukuna: be there to get you at noon right?

brat’s mother: yep

Despite his state last night, Sukuna shows up at your dorm on time. He’s only a little offended that you don’t say a word to him but his heart still skips a beat at the sight of you. Your belly had grown a lot since you told him you were carrying his child and he hated the growing possessiveness he felt toward you. 

He told himself it was because you were quite literally growing half of him, that it had nothing to do with the way his chest swelled with need whenever he laid eyes on you. It was just a natural, human reaction to be attracted to the person you created life with, even if you hadn’t let him touch you since the meeting with Nanami. 

“Ryomen.” You walked past him without looking, and he didn’t know why your attitude bothered him even though he deserved it. He had dealt with plenty of angry women in his almost four years of college and he never truly cared what they thought. They knew what they were getting into when they decided to let him fuck them and he knew he’d never speak to them again so he never thought twice about it. Even when it ended with him getting a drink thrown in his face. 

But your anger was different. You didn’t scream, didn’t throw drinks in his face or make yourself look stupid to get his attention and he loved and hated it. He wanted you to need him, to want him so badly that you threw yourself in front of him and begged for him to acknowledge you. Even if he knew it was selfish because ultimately, he could never be anything more than a father to your child and a quick fuck if you needed it. 

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t do relationships. 

So he stayed quiet. He opened the door for you, helped you in the car and even waited until your seatbelt clicked in place before he closed the door, but he never made any attempt to converse. When he started blasting “Day Scanner” by Susumu and you made a face, he swallowed his annoyance and turned it off, riding the rest of the way to the doctors in silence. 

He didn’t even flinch when you were laid back on the chair, shirt pulled up to reveal your belly and grabbed his hand when the doctor applied the gel and started moving the wand around. He simply squeezed your hand because the truth was that he was just as nervous as you looked. The last he’d felt true nervousness was when he was a teen and his abusive father was still alive. 

“Are you two looking to find out the gender today or are we keeping it a surprise?” 

Sukuna didn’t say anything, instead allowing you to make that decision. He didn’t care either way, he’d only come to make sure the baby was okay. He hadn’t given himself the time to think about if he wanted a girl or a boy but at that moment, he thought he might prefer a boy. Given his track record with women, he worried his karma would come in the form of a little girl he’d have to protect from the sea of scumbags he knew would prey on her.

“We want to know.” 

And when she started pointing out all of the little toes, hands, seeing and hearing the fast thumping of a heartbeat, Sukuna felt his eyes burning. 

“Looks like baby is asleep right now but let’s see if we can get a view of the genitals. Sometimes they let us take a peek, sometimes they’re feeling shy.” 

While you laughed at the words, Sukuna felt his skin crawl and his anger rise. He didn’t find the comment funny and would have told the woman that, if he thought it wouldn’t upset you. So he kept his mouth shut, his hand in yours and his eyes on the screen before he dug himself in a deeper hole with you. 

“Alrighty! Positions can make it tricky but baby is cooperating well today and based on what I’m seeing it looks like you’re having a little... girl!” 

Sukuna almost throws up. 

The next day Sukuna’s waiting outside your building, having just finished his morning practice and you’re filled with nerves about today. You agreed to meet his family and though he assured you it’ll just be him, his brother, and his nephew, you can’t help but feel concerned about making a good impression. This would be half of your daughter's family, you wanted to get along with them.

You’d never met any of your previous boyfriend's families, and Sukuna was just.. your friend? Co-parent? You didn’t know what you were anymore and it frustrated you. Either way, it was important to build a bond with the people your daughter would spend half of her time with. You were doing this for her, it didn’t matter what they thought. If they were anything like Sukuna, you would bear any criticism they threw your way, and you’d do it with a smile if it meant creating a stable family for your daughter.

Before you let your fear control you and back out of going, you slip into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt that perfectly shows off your growing bump. You weren’t as big as you knew you’d get but you were showing enough that it would be obvious to anyone unless you wore one of Sukuna’s hoodies. You weren’t exactly ready to reveal you’d gotten pregnant from a one night stand, knowing how badly people gossiped. And if they knew it was Sukuna’s? 

You shiver but stay silent the entire one hour ride.

When Sukuna pulls into a well known wealthy neighborhood, your brows furrow. Only the richest of the rich could afford to live here and the houses were grossly huge. You didn’t say anything until he pulled into a driveway that led to one of the biggest houses you'd ever seen. It had the traditional architecture of a Japanese home but the size made your stomach twist. 

Who the fuck was this guy? You kept quiet of course, not wanting to come off as tacky but you would confront him on the way back. He was the father of your child after all and you were entitled to answers. 

“Did you tell him yet?” You turn and ask as he parks behind a black suv, long fingers tapping against the wheel as he sighs and turns the car off.

“I am now. That’s why we're here.” 

He was suddenly annoyed but you didn't care to ask why, too nervous at the sight of the front door and a near identical clone of Sukuna standing in the entry way. Before you could really stare, Sukuna was out the door and walking to your side to help you out of the car. 

You wanted to back out, run away to the safety of your dorm room and listen to Yuki’s never ending rants about her boyfriend or how she got dibs on being godmother of your baby. Only Sukuna’s hand on your lower back stopped you from doing that, and butterflies were flying in your chest at the feeling of his thumb rubbing up and down your skin, though he stopped when you looked at him with glossy eyes. 

“UNC KUNA!” You barely have time to register the pink blur before a little boy the height of your waist is speeding toward Sukuna and crashing into his legs at full speed. 

Sukuna doesn’t move an inch but huffs and reaches a hand down to ruffle the kids hair, which you noticed was littered with black as well, different from the twins full blown pink. His eyes were closed, chubby cheeks pressed to his uncle's legs, little arms wrapped tight around him as he squeezed hard enough to make little pink spots spread across his face. 

“What are you doing brat?” Sukuna asks with a flatness to his voice and when you glare at him, he only smirks in return. The little boy doesn’t seem fazed by his uncle’s attitude, likely used to it and it shouldn’t surprise you that Sukuna was an asshole to his own nephew. 

“I missed you!” 

Yuji beams up at him, smiling wide and showing that he was missing his two front teeth and you basically melted while Sukuna only made a ‘tch’ sound before giving in and lifting the little boy to sit on his shoulders. Yuji’s giggling like it’s the best day of his life, hand on top of Sukuna’s head to hold on and you can’t help but wonder if your daughter will share any features with the little boy who was the spitting image of Sukuna and his twin.

Sukuna carries the boy to the front door while keeping his hand on your back and guiding you forward. You fought the urge to fiddle with your sleeve when you made it to the front door, coming face to face with Sukuna’s brother who was..

Cute? I mean you could tell he was his brother's twin with the same height, pink hair and face but he had a softer look, kinder eyes and lacked facial tattoos but instead had glasses that sat snug on his nose. He was scrawnier than Sukuna and looked like the type of man you’d typically go for until you met his deviant clone.

His eyes are flickering from you to Sukuna until they land on your bump and you fight the instinct to wrap your arms around yourself. A knowing smile spreads across his face and Sukuna scowls at him as he goes to set Yuji down, who immediately looks at you, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sukuna grumbles and lowers his hand from your back but keeps you close at his side. You stay quiet, letting the man next to you take over introductions because you felt like you might throw up if you spoke. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Jin was fighting back his smile, arms crossed in front of him as he stared at his brother.

“You were fucking going to.” 

“Only that your friend is very beautiful and that you’re an asshole for not properly introducing us.” The man turns back to you and sticks his hand out. “I’m Jin, the younger twin by only two minutes.”

You give a shaky laugh, shoulders loosening a little at the way Jin is able to rile Sukuna up with a simple “oh.” You’d never seen him this bothered over the two letters, his cheeks dusted pink as he mumbled back “fuck off”. 

After you introduce yourself, you feel a tugging at your legs and look down to see Yuji staring up at you with wide doe eyes, a playful smile on his face as he keeps tugging, clearly waiting for you to acknowledge him. 

“Um, hello.” You give your best smile, unsure of how to interact with children as you didn’t have any nieces or nephews, nor cousins. It’s always been just you and Nanami and a part of you envied Sukuna and how well he was with Yuji. You’d make a terrible mom.

“You’re pwetty. Can you pick me up?” He gets straight to the point and it has you chuckling and bending to scoop him up until a strong hand wraps around your wrist. 

You look at Sukuna and frown at him, looking back at your wrist and he pulls away but stops you again when you attempt to pick the boy up. 

“Don’t fucking pick him up (name).” 

Yuji frowns and stomps his foot, death grip on your sleeves and you’re unsure of what to do, why Sukuna was being such a fucking asshole. He ignored the way Yuji’s eyes welled up when he pried his hands off your shirt and your chest tightened. 

“Why can’t I pick him up?” 

“Yeah! Why not unc Kuna?” Yuji is immediately backing you up, crossing his little arms and giving his uncle the dirtiest glare a four year old could muster up. Jin stayed quiet but an amused smile was on his face. 

“She’s not carrying anything.” Sukuna glares back unfazed, not giving a shit if Yuji was a child or his nephew. 

“Why?” You fire back, wondering why Sukuna brought you along if he didn’t even want you interacting with his family. You didn’t know what his fucking problem was but it was making you feel less than, like you weren’t good enough-

“Because you’re fucking pregnant.” Sukuna shoots back, looking at you like you’d lost your common sense. Like you were the one being unreasonable. 

“Ahh I see.” Jin laughed at the same time as Yuji said “What’s peg-aa-nit?” 

“I’m perfectly capable of picking him up.” You cross your arms at your chest and give Sukuna a “don’t fucking test me dude” look but he's not budging, rivaling your glare with one of his own.

“No.”

“He’s a preschooler.” 

“No.”

“I’ve carried groceries heavier than him.”

“No.” 

Every answer is the same and when you stare at him, he stares right back. Later that day you're lounging on the ridiculously large couch and listening to Jin recall stories of their childhood, still a little annoyed that Sukuna won that battle and you never did get to pick up Yuji who’s now sounds asleep on his uncle’s lap, sprawled out and snoring lightly as Sukuna unknowingly rocks his legs side to side. 

Your heart is thumping hard, the sight firing up thoughts of a tiny newborn laying there, a little girl with hair like his and your facial features. Sukuna occasionally catches you looking and grins but never says anything. 

You’re half listening to the conversation. Jin’s giving Sukuna brotherly advice and you’re thinking about how good he’d look holding a tiny version himself, massive arms swallowing his daughter whole as he looks down at her with soft eyes he’d reserved just for her. 

It had you aching with need, which is why later that night when he walked you to your dorm, you pulled him inside after noticing Yuki was gone, and let him rip your clothes off you until you were both naked. His cock was buried deep inside of you as you sat on his lap, his hands firm on your waist, helping guide your movements as you rode him like the cock drunk slut you were. 

“Fuck you feel so good, babe. So fucking tight and warm just for me.” He tightens his grip and holds you as he lifts his hips to slam into you. Not as hard as he truly wants to but hard enough to make you scream out and dig your nails down his chest. 

He groans loud at the pain, laughing at the red marks you leave on his chest and smacking your ass real hard in retaliation. “Be a good girl or i’ll stop.” 

You ignore him and slam body down harder, relishing in the way his cock is rubbing so perfectly against your walls. Your head is thrown back as your pleasure washed over you but before you could actually cum, he’s flipping you to lay on your back, cock staying seated inside of you and hooking your legs over his arms. 

He smirks and licks at your glare until you’re opening your mouth and letting him kiss you in the way only he knows how. So sweet, so rough and needy, his tongue fighting yours for control, him gripping your jaw until you open up and he’s spitting in your mouth. 

You barely get to swallow it before his lips are back on yours, slowly grinding into you and you don’t acknowledge that the way he’s fucking you is more gentle than he’s ever been. He’s staring down at you, lips hovering above yours and his eyes are refusing to look away from you and you’re shaking. Your moans are much softer than usual, your fingers playing with the hair on his nape, ignoring how domestic this feels and how your eyes are burning, tears threatening to spill.

“So fucking pretty, love.” He’s lower one of your legs, using his free hand to rub at the side of your stomach, eyes widening in shock when he feels a movement. 

You feel it too because you’re biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying, the little flutters making your brain mushy and adding a level of domesticity to this fuck session that has you forgetting that this man isn’t yours and you were just the mother of his child.

Sukuna kisses you softly and nuzzles his nose against yours before grinding deeper inside of you. His eyes are hooded and his heart skips a beat when you whisper “Ryo- you feel ngghh, so good.”

And before he can stop himself he’s cumming so much and you’re squirting all over his pubs, and this is fucking heaven beacause Sukuna has never felt so fucking good in his life. He can’t stop filling you, grunting against your mouth as he kisses you at the same slow pace he’s fucking you. His hot white cum is painting your walls and dripping out of your cunt that squeezes every single drop out of him.

He showers with you that night, holding you up against him as he washes your tired body and neither of you mention the fact that he stays the night, pulling you tight against his chest and tangling his legs with you. 

It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything that he fell asleep with his face tucked in your neck and his hand holding your belly. Ryomen Sukuna did not do relationships and you were a fucking idiot for falling for him anyways. 

Month five

“I’ve been wanting to ask. Why is your last name Sukuna if your father is Wasuke Itadori? I mean, your twin goes by Itadori..”

You were laid back on the frat couch, legs spread across Sukuna’s lap as you dipped a pickle in your jar of peanut butter, ignoring the way everyone looked at you two in bewilderment. 

Sukuna grunted, hand rubbing idly on your belly as he waited for his daughter to kick again and used the other to scroll through the phone. “My last name is Itadori, Sukuna is my middle name but I dropped Itadori because I don’t fuck with my dad. Only kept it long enough to claim my inheritance after he died.” 

Ryomen Sukuna Itadori.. It’s kind of cute, you thought. Would your baby be an Itadori too?

Month six (26 weeks)

Sukuna is walking you into the new apartment he bought for you and the baby. He refuses to tell you what the price was, telling you it didn’t matter and that it was in a safe, family friendly neighborhood. 

He showed you that there were three rooms, one for him, one for the baby, and one for you. You didn’t tell him that your heart sank at the fact that he didn’t want to share a room with you. Again, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to keep his baby, knew there would never be enough room in his heart to see you as anything but the mother of his child. 

You’re surprised when you notice a few cans of paint and a long brown box that has a picture of a crib stuck to it, sitting in the corner of the middle room.When you lift a brow in question, head titled back so you can fully stare at the man towering next to you. 

He smiles sheepishly, his neck turning red as he grumbles “What? Kid has to have a place to sleep, yeah?” 

You only smile, grateful that he wasn’t the kind of man you had to remind to do things. He just did them and didn’t complain. Like when you told him the apartment was too far from campus when you’d officially moved in a week away from going into your seventh month of pregnancy. 

‘I can’t walk to class with this huge bump slowing me down! Did you even think about the fact that I don’t have a car before you decided we’d live this far away?”

You began to snap at him a lot too, as your daughter grew and started pressing against your organs, tiny feet kicking into your ribs hard enough to have Sukuna apologizing on her behalf. You’d shoot him a glare, he’d apologize again and fuck you until you were no longer mad at him. 

“I’ll buy you a fucking car.” 

And he does. You don’t let him spend a lot, just enough to get something safe and reliable, new enough that you wouldn’t have to worry about it later down the road. 

In your seventh month, you're big enough that you can no longer hide your very obvious bump. Your friends are supportive, Shoko and Yuki glaring at anyone that stares too long and Uthahime using her body to keep you shielded as much as possible. 

They only stopped when you told them this was bound to happen. People will stare, gossip and wonder who the father is and in the end, you’d still be pregnant so it didn’t matter.

Nanami and Sukuna don’t care that it doesn’t bother you though, because it annoys the fuck out of them. One time all three of you were walking to your programming class when a few girls stared with wide eyes and at the same time, they both said “Mind your fucking business!” 

You were happy they had been getting along a lot more lately. Nanami even came over and helped Sukuna with painting your daughter’s room. They flipped you off when you snapped a picture, laughing at the way paint covered their faces and Nanami’s glasses were absolutely destroyed. 

Month eight (35 weeks)

In your eight month of pregnancy, you're on break and you and Sukuna are spending more time than ever together. Shoko is doing an internship, Yuki and Uthahime are on break overseas and Nanami is close by but visiting your parents for the holidays. You had introduced them to Sukuna the first week of break and they balled when they saw your belly, and balled even harder when they realized the father was an Itadori. Apparently everyone but you knew that Sukuna’s family was one of the richest in the country, nearly as rich as the Gojo’s. 

Sukuna was caught off guard by the attention, his face and ears turning pink because he fucking hated that people still associated him with his father, which is why he got the face tattoos in the first place. 

He was well behaved the three days you stayed there and now you were both back home, sitting next to each other in the living room Sukuna insisted on paying the bulk of the cost to decorate. 

You were dressed in short shorts and a sweater with a heart stitched onto the belly and Sukuna was glaring at you, despite how cute you looked right now with your hair thrown up in a messy style and your face free of any makeup.

“I’m not eating that shit.” He turns his head as you shove a piece of avocado toast toward him. 

You get emotional when he refuses to eat the things you cook up and usually he caves, gives into your tantrums because something about seeing you cry leaves him with an aching chest but he refused this time, There was no way-

“Fine!” He rolls his eyes when you start to tear up, hesitantly taking a bite and immediately gagging, even though he swallows it anyways. 

“Fucking tastes like photosynthesis. What the fuck are you feeding my child, woman?” 

Month 9 (40 weeks)

You’re forty weeks pregnant now, it’s late February and you feel like a whale, refusing to show up for most of your classes unless it was critical, like when you had an exam or a paper due. Yuki, Sukuna and Nanami take notes for your programming class and because that’s the only class you share, he goes about paying students in your other classes for theirs. 

You can no longer see your feet at this point and Sukuna has to help you shave. Pregnancy starts to feel like a humiliation ritual, especially when your nipples start leaking small amounts of colostrum.

Sukuna never complains, simply popping a nipple in his mouth and sucking until it stops. He’d groan against your chest, going on about how good it tastes and that he can’t wait to try the real thing after you push out his kid. This usually ended with him taking you as gently as possible, cock throbbing for more but he gave you just enough to leave you satisfied. 

Sukuna is putting the baby’s carseat in his car when he hears a yell coming inside the house. He had just gotten done packing his, yours, and the baby’s hospital bag when he stepped outside to set it up. He wasn’t even gone twenty minutes before you started yelling his name.

He’s running inside the apartment, dread filling his entire body and he almost runs past the kitchen until he notices you standing there, eyes wide and staring at the ground. 

When he looks down he notices it’s wet, along with the grey sweats you were wearing. He sighs and gives you a small smile, annoyed that you called him in here for this but more than willing to help clean up your accident. 

“It’s just pee babe, we’ll get it cleaned up-”

“iT’S NOT PEE YOU IDIOT, MY WATER BROKE.”

ch. 4

note: omg who's ready to witness sukuna doing the dad walk out the hospital.. im shaking. lemme know what you guys think, your comments make my day!!

Nanami with readers ex boyfriend lmfao

reader and sukuna vibes

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A Pledge To Keep, ch. 2

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more

wc: 7.3k

dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art by lorinmower | part one

Your entire body tensed as you looked at the pregnancy test in your hand and the ten others around your bed. Positive. All of them were fucking positive and you thought you might pass out. How did this happen? I mean you knew who the father was but how could something like this happen when you were on birth control? You specifically started it before that party to stop something like this from happening. 

You hadn't gotten your period in three months but that was far from concerning since you’ve suffered from irregular periods since you first got them. So it wasn't really cause for concern as you once went six months without one. This time was different as its absence was eventually accompanied with nausea, extreme tiredness and weird cravings like dipping your nuggets in ice cream.You only thought to take a test after Shoko and Utahime joked in your group chat that maybe you were pregnant and you freaked out and bought eleven pregnancy tests. All rapid results. 

There was only one person that could be the father. Ryomen Sukuna, your adopted brothers fratbro that you all but threw yourself on at the end of the year pool party. You could still remember the day, it had been the best fuck of your life and stupidly, you didn’t tell him to put on a condom, confident in the birth control you had started taking a week prior. You even took a plan b after that night, for extra protection.  

Now here you were, spending the last day of your summer break sitting in your obgyn’s office instead of going to another one of those parties, listening to her explain how the specific birth control you were on requires a full seven to eight days to be fully effective and you were right at that mark when you decided to let Sukuna fuck you stupid without protection. You were laughing, pulling at your hair while tears poured down your face. You looked and felt like you were spiraling.

“As for the plan b.. sometimes these things just don’t work properly, I'm truly sorry.” Your doctor explained as gently as possible, but it was background noise at this point. 

You had shit luck, a dark curse that wouldn’t step off your fucking neck. I mean, you couldn’t even get fucked after a year of celibacy without getting pregnant! You could still feel the way his hands burned against your skin as he caressed your entire body and fucked you dumb. You wondered what he was doing now, if he even remembered you out of the sea of women he probably fucked over break. 

God, you felt like the world's biggest clown. Ryomen Sukuna of all people got you pregnant on his first try, a cruel joke really. Nanami had warned you about all of his frat brothers before you moved to town a few months before summer break, constantly calling to tell you how immature and reckless they were and how he wished he never joined the fraternity. You would giggle, never taking him too seriously because you knew just how much he cared about them from the sheer amount of times he’d talk about them. 

“Sukuna has another woman over, it’s been a week of nonstop moaning! I share a wall with the prick, you would think he’d have the decency to tell his dates to not be so loud.” He’d complain and in the same breath, compliment the man and his athletic skills. One time you’d been on the phone with Nanami and you heard loud groaning obviously coming from a woman before your brother yelled I’m gonna kill you Sukuna! apologizing and hanging up before you could respond.

Needless to say your curiosity in the mystery man peaked and when you saw him at the party, you could hardly control yourself. You had seen a few pictures of him on Nanami’s social media but he was a different beast in person. Tall enough to tower over everyone, bulging muscles that had you wondering what they’d feel like around your neck, and his face tattoos were a total turn on.

You noticed him watching you, red eyes glaring daggers at every man you danced with and so you put on a show in an attempt to get him to talk to you but he kept his distance the entire night. So when he finally did speak to you—even if it was to curse you out for drinking his water— no one could actually blame you for letting him drag you to his room and fuck you into the mattress. 

“Based on the time you say you were last sexually active, I’d put you around the fourteen weeks mark but I want to set you up with our ultrasound tech so we can measure the baby and get an accurate due date for you.” 

You nodded absently, your entire body chilled and your hands shaking as they began to sweat. You didn’t know anything about taking care of a child! You were about to be a junior in college and only just decided on your major before the cut off, how would you make decisions about another life? Your baby.. Sukuna’s baby. 

You should tell him, of course you should but what the fuck would you even say? You knew his reputation and you still slept with him anyways. There was no way someone like him would ever step up, play pretend at being a family, want anything to do with you or the child. There’s a strong possibility he’d transfer schools before he did that. Nothing about him screamed father material.

Your mind was running wild and only a soft hand atop of yours pulled you from the deep pit you found yourself stuck in. You looked up, teary eyes attempting to focus on your doctor as she smiled sympathetically at you. 

“There are other options.”

Three hours later you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm room, shirt pushed above your belly just enough to see that while your stomach was mostly the same size, if you stared long enough you could make out a very small bump. A very real reminder of the night you shared with Sukuna.

You lowered your shirt and looked at the photo in your hand, fighting down the wave of nausea that hit you without warning. The thing hardly looked human, more alien like than anything but you were able to make out the little head and the nubs for hands and feet. In another life you may have found it kinda cute but instead it made you sick.

You didn’t have a maternal bone in your body, there was no way you could be a mother to this thing, and yet you still hadn’t scheduled that appointment with the clinic your doctor recommended. Telling yourself that Sukuna deserved to at least know before you went through with anything, since it was his child too. 

You had to force yourself out of bed the next day. It was the first day of classes, almost eighty degrees outside and you were wearing a hoodie with sweatpants, barely throwing your hair in a messy bun and totally forgoing makeup. Your roommate Yuki had looked at you like you grew an extra head, asking if you were trying to pass out but you only shrugged and moved your bag up your shoulder. How were you supposed to tell her that all of the clothes you had were skin tight and would definitely show the new bump you were sporting seemingly overnight? 

“You look like death.” She looped her arm with yours and pulled you out the door.

As you walk through campus together, you’re hyperaware of everything. The side eyes people give you, the nausea settling in your stomach, the way your heart thumps a little harder as you get closer to the building your lecture hall is in. You wondered if anyone could tell, if you’d bump into him. It was bound to happen but you wanted to push it off for as long as you could.

You hadn’t even seen or talked to your own brother since you found out, fucking terrified at his reaction because Nanami would absolutely be able to tell. The man never missed anything  when it came to you, ever the protective brother since the day your parents brought you home from the police station. You were grateful he spent his summer abroad. 

“You’re awfully quiet today.” Yuki hummed, pulling you into the building. You were grateful she was there, having grown close to her when Shoko introduced you two after she found out you’d be transferring to their school. If not for her steady grip on your arm, you might have dropped to your knees when a head of pink hair appeared in the hall. 

Walking into the exact fucking class you were. He looked the same, maybe a little tanner from the summer heat but he was still the same person. Still looming over everyone around him, sunglasses atop his head that pushed his pink hair back, same tattoos but it looked like he added a few extra to his arms, dressed in a black shirt that showed off every muscle, and grey pants.

You froze, heart racing as he disappeared through the doors. Fuck, could your day get any worse? You had no plans on seeing him today but you also couldn’t skip the first lecture of this class. The professor was known to be a notoriously harsh grader and you couldn’t afford to miss even the most miniscule of information. God fucking dammit.  

“Hey, you okay?” Shit, you’d forgotten Yuki was with you, the sight of Sukuna making your brain fog with nothing but him and the little souvenir he left you. The one that had your stomach churning as you attempted to fight back the rising bile. 

“Yeah sorry.” You give her a false smile, choosing to ignore the way her scrunched up face said she didn’t believe you but would drop it for now. 

Walking into the room took every ounce of strength you had, your only saving grace being that the room was crowded which meant you could blend in easily and avoid your baby daddy. Your entire body was chilled from the fear of having to tell him the truth, you hadn’t even practiced what you planned to say to him. Hello! I know you probably don’t remember me but we hooked up a few months ago. I'm pregnant and it’s yours, surprise! 

You inwardly cringed and snapped back to reality. 

Intro to Programming was a relatively popular elective so you shouldn’t have been surprised to see him there. You had planned to hide away in the back, keep your head down and pray to god he didn’t turn and see you. Again, you had terrible luck because as soon as you turned to find a seat in the top row, he was already sitting in the middle, arms crossed, legs wide open and scowling at everyone and no one at the same time. And right next to him was the second person you wanted to avoid today, your brother. 

Fuck fuck fuck! Before you could make a run for it, Nanami spotted you and Yuki was pulling away and yelling “Choso!” before leaving you to fend for yourself. You were stuck, face burning while standing there like an idiot as other students pushed past you, shooting you glares for being in their way. 

Nanami was smiling and waving you over, pointing to the free seat on the other side of Sukuna that you absolutely were not going to sit in. Then he turned his head, red eyes staring through your soul and the smirk that he gave you had your head spinning, a familiar ache forming between your legs. God, you felt so pathetic. Here you were, simultaneously about to throw up and cum at the sight of the man that had completely rocked your world. 

Looking around the room, you noticed the other seats were filled and the room was quieting as the professor started making their way to the podium. Fuck my fucking life! You were left with no choice but to squeeze your way into the top row, mumbling apologies to the people you passed before flopping your ass into the seat next to Sukuna. Making a point to ignore his and your brother's gaze. 

“You okay (name)? I tried calling you twice yesterday but you’re avoiding me for some reason.” Nanami was clearly hurt, you could see his pouty face from your peripheral view, however you didn’t have the bandwidth to be a good sister right now. Barely had the energy to breathe as you were actively fighting back the vomit rising in your throat, stomach flipping as Sukuna’s cologne clouded your senses. 

You pulled your laptop and water bottle from your bag before placing it at your feet. You ignored your brother and started chugging from it, grateful that it was just barely delaying the massive puking session you knew was coming. With enough of your senses returned, you looked to your brother, ignoring the goliath of a man sitting between you two. You could feel his eyes on you and it was overwhelming, almost like he had an extra set of eyes beckoning you to look at him. 

Before you could even respond, Sukuna was speaking and your entire body went cold. You forgot how deep and masculine his voice was, how addicted you had been to it while he was calling you a good girl and fucking your brains out. Reaching depths no one else ever had..

“Who’s your friend Nanami?” You couldn't stop yourself from staring at him, metaphorical hearts all but forming in your eyes at the way he was already looking at you. Fireworks were exploding in your chest. This man was pretending he didn’t know you, as if you hadn’t spent your entire summer thinking about the way he dominated you and left you forever changed. As if his child wasn’t growing in your belly right now as a result of the reckless night you shared together almost four months ago. 

“My sister.” Nanami hesitated, a look of wariness on his face and you knew it was because he didn’t want you having anything to do with his frat brothers. If only he knew. “Sukuna this is (name), (name) this is Sukuna. I told you about him, we’re in the same fraternity together and both play for the school’s soccer team.” 

Sukuna licked his lips, fighting back a smile before unfolding his arms and sticking his huge hand towards you. “Nice to meet you.” 

Oh my god, you were going to combust. You had to shake his hand, lest Nanami became suspicious but you were too busy staring into his eyes like he painted the damn sky, your breath hitched and panties absolutely starting to soak. You blamed your heightened attraction to him on the pregnancy. Not that you were a whipped whore who got off to the thought of him breeding you more times than you cared to remember, and craved for him to do it again. 

“Class is starting.” Nanami frowns at you then Sukuna before turning to the professor that was lecturing students about her expectations of them. 

Sukuna lowered his hand but the smirk on his face never faded. He shot you a wink before turning to face the front of the class, leaving you a mess of blushes and trembling legs. 

About forty minutes into the lecture, you couldn’t hold the vomit in anymore. You didn’t even have time to grab your stuff before you were bolting upright and sprinting out the room, your hand pressed against your mouth in an attempt to keep it in until you reached the bathroom. The universe was on your side because there had been one right around the corner and you apologetically pushed past a dark haired girl, bursting into a stall before falling over the toilet and hurling up the puke that had been antagonizing you for the past hour. You couldn’t hear her cursing you out over the sound of your stomach emptying. 

You hadn’t really eaten much so you were mostly left dry heaving after a few seconds, sweat beading on your forehead and your entire body shaking. You didn’t know how long you were in there but when the dizziness finally passed, you weakly stood and flushed the toilet. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror was hard. You hadn’t done your makeup so you had dark spots under your eyes, your skin absent of any warmth and your hair a mess. Everything about this sucked and you couldn’t help but admire the strength of all the mothers out there. You felt like you were on your death bed, moving your shaky hands to fix your hair until it was decent enough for you to walk out the bathroom with some kind of confidence. 

Only you immediately paused as you saw Sukuna standing across the hall, leaned against the wall with your bag in his hand and his own thrown over his shoulder, glasses still pushed atop his head and the sight had you instantly panicking. You couldn’t just run away, he had your shit. 

Then he was looking up, holding your bag out to you and grinning like he checkmated you, and now you would be forced to acknowledge him. Your fingers digging into your palms hard enough to leave a mark but you could hardly feel it as your brain had reprogrammed itself to ignore anything that wasn’t him. 

“Avoding me?” He pushed himself off the wall and moved to stand in front you as you slowly moved out of the bathroom entrance and stepped into the hallway. “You sick or some shit?” He handed you your bag back, explaining that he put the stuff you left in there. 

Yes and it’s your fault you fucking prick. Is what you wanted to say but instead you took the bag and mumbled a “thanks” before hooking it around your shoulder. You ignored his second comment, knowing you couldn't really answer that question without sending him running the opposite way. Far away from you and any responsibility toward your group project. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” A lie. “Where’s Nanami?” 

He frowned before reaching a hand toward your face and tucking a loose strand behind your ear, watching as you took in a sharp breath. He let his hand trace your jaw before his thumb rubbed over your lip and you were overwhelmed with the urge to grab his hand and move it to where you actually needed him to touch you. What was it about this man that left you so dense? Your body had never reacted like this before, not even to your ex boyfriend who you’d been with for two years.

Sukuna was some kind of sex demon that left you slutted out and craving for more. You didn’t even care that people passing by were looking, and he obviously didn't either as he let his hand fall, grazing the crest between your breasts and then your stomach. 

You quickly stepped back at that, not wanting him to get so close to the truth without having told him yourself. HIs face was neutral, he didn't look like he suspected anything but you could never be too sure. 

“He had another class to get to, said he’d reach out later. Wanna answer my question now?” 

You didn’t but the man was persistent and you were entirely too weak for him. Sukuna was not the boyfriend type and if the rumors around campus were true, he never fucked the same person twice so you would be wasting your time indulging in his antics. 

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Mmm, yeah? Prove it.” His eyes trailed lazily over your face and you suddenly regretted not doing your makeup today, too lost to your mind to function properly. 

“Sukuna..” You pouted at his twitching lips that you stopped yourself from leaning forward and kissing. “Don’t you have like fifty other girls lined up to fuck? I’m not interested.” 

He laughed at that but it was low and full of lust, and the vibrations it sent through your body had your pussy clinching against nothing but hopes and dreams. You were confused at the fact that he was even talking to you right now. It went against everything you’d been told about him. 

“Who said I wanted to fuck you? Maybe I just wanna be friends with you, who knows? I guess you’ll find out when you stop by the house for our party tonight.” 

He started walking away before looking over his shoulder one last time. “Wear that little attitude again too. Was cute watching it disappear last time.”

Later that night while you were sprawled against your bed, panting into the pillow as you’d just got done throwing up again, Sukuna was laughing to himself at the party. You hadn’t shown, just like he thought you wouldn’t, because you were avoiding him, just as he said you were. 

He shouldn’t have cared but he did, which is why he was able to convince a very drunk Yuki who was clinging to Choso like a koala, to tell him how to get to your dorm. She grilled him at first, clearly protective of you but a little convincing from his emo friend and she was singing. 

Sukuna typically didn’t care to fuck the same woman twice, telling himself that shit was for loser that couldn’t pull more than one girl but that urge he had for you hadn’t been tamed over his very long break and he needed to be inside of you. If only to get your nagging presence out his head. He told himself he’d never talk to you again after this, one more fuck and he’d be satisfied enough to move onto the next woman. You weren’t special, just a nuisance, an itch that needed to be scratched and that’s why he was standing outside of your room right now. 

The knock that came at your door had you groaning into your pillow before looking at your phone that read 11:53 pm and sighing in annoyance. Yuki must have forgotten her key because no one else would be at your door at this time, unless the numerous texts to Nanami that you were fine hadn’t been enough and he decided to harass you in person for answers. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled when the person knocked again, a little louder this time. You banged your head against your pillow before standing, pulling down your rising strawberry spaghetti strap shirt and turning on the lamp by your bed. It had been pitch black as you nursed a headache you developed from the sheer force of the last vomit session you had two hours ago.

Once you got to the door, you looked through the hole and immediately threw your back to it. What in the fuck was he doing here? OH MY GOD, why wouldn’t he leave you alone? Your heart was pounding in your ears as you listened to him chuckle and talk from the other side while you actively fought the urge to shrivel up and die. 

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you’re in there. You flicking it or something?” And you were definitely going to die, not murderously but from the pure embarrassment you felt that he knew you were hiding from him, and oh- how the fuck did he find your room or even manage to get in the building? 

“You scared of me?” 

You finally snap and unlock the door, pulling it open roughly as he smiles at you. “There she is.” and you hate how quickly your pulse jumps, how your body instantly reacts to his teasing and most of all, that you had never wanted him to fuck you more. 

He was dressed in black jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket with his hat on backwards. It was such a simple outfit but it had your pussy throbbing, his cologne hitting you in waves that had you instantly lusting. 

“What do you want, Sukuna? I already told you-”

“You’re not interested. I heard you, but I don’t believe that. Not when you were looking at me in class like you wanted to climb me right there. I fuck you too hard last time or what?” 

The question left you stunned at his straightforwardness, his eyebrow arched as he waited for you to answer. This man was dead serious and so full of himself, he was going to be the death of you. 

“You’re insane.” You huff and move over to let him in. 

“And you look beautiful.” 

You laugh at that, genuinely laugh because you know you look a hot mess right now. Your hair was left to its own devices after your shower, your eyes were dark from the lack of sleep and you were wearing old pajamas that barely fit you, shorts rising up your ass even after you yank them back down. You were sure to keep your arms folded in front of you, in case he decided to stare too hard at your stomach. You shouldn’t have let him in.

“You think flirting with me is gonna work?” 

He steps all the way inside and closes the door, only about 5 inches off from being as tall as it is. You swallowed hard, trying to forget how it felt having his body between your legs, long fingers stretching you open after a year of not getting fucked. 

“Don’t have to work that hard anymore, I already slept with you.” 

And the cocky bastard grins while your ears practically catch fire, moving closer until he was towering over you and grabbing your waist in his hands. You didn’t stop him as he pulled you closer and rubbed circles against your hips, though he was entirely too close to your stomach. No, you were too busy staring at the man as if he were the creator himself, eyes wide and glossy as you lost yourself in his red ones. 

“You bast-hmmm” 

Sukuna doesn’t let you finish, smashing his lips against yours and it’s somehow even more aggressive than it was the first time, teeth and tongue colliding as he squeezes your waist and easily lifts you. Your legs wrap around his waist as if that were home and your arms moved to his neck, hand ripping his hat off and playing with his hair. 

“I need you, give me more.” And the desperation in his voice has you moaning and throwing your head back while he licked and sucked on your pulse, hands moving to hold your ass as he walked you to the bed that smelled most like you. 

You were surprised at the gentleness he showed while laying you down, because Sukuna was anything but sweet last time. He had fucked you like a god but he was taking his time now, peppering your face with soft kisses before he was sitting up and shrugging his jacket and shoes off. 

When you went to sit up and help, he pushed you back down by the shoulder. “Tsk tsk, we have all night for that. I didn’t get to taste you last time and I’ve been thinking about how sweet you probably are all fucking summer. Don’t move until I tell you to, mkay?” 

And of course, you were nodding your head like a dumbass and watching as he removed his shirt like your life depended on it. You barely fucking blinked, eyes burning and Sukuna chuckled, “Good girl.”

Once he was left in nothing but his boxers, he grabbed onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them and your panties off, throwing them on the floor behind him before crawling over you again. His huge body hovering over yours as he kisses you softly, licking and biting your bottom lip before kissing his way down your neck, your hand on his head encouraging him.  

Sukuna stopped at your covered breasts, kissing at each of them and promising he would give them attention later. The comment alone had your juices trickling down your thighs and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. You only realized what he was doing once he kissed your stomach and his entire body froze. Your heart was basically in your ass at this point, looking down at him as he stared up at you with a frown. 

“What?” You moved to sit up, an excuse already on the tip of your tongue before he pushed you back, blinking himself out of his stupor. 

“Fuck- sorry, I spaced out, s’nothing. Where were we?” 

You didn’t have time to grill him because he was lowering his face between your legs, eyes locked on you the entire time. You audibly gasped when he lifted each of your thighs and placed them on his shoulders. 

“Fucking starving, pretty. Can I eat you, please?” 

You nodded your head so fast you felt dizzy, choking out a “P-please!” and this man was such a beast that he didn’t give himself any buildup, immediately put his lips over your pussy and slurped hard, mouth wide open as he drank all the juices you’d been dripping for him.

“Oh-fuck, y-yess Ryo, just like that.” You cried out, completely clueless as to why everytime this man was on you, you were calling him by his first name. He didn’t seem bothered by it, humming against your sweet sweet cunt before licking a long stripe and focusing on your clit. 

He was sucking and moving his head in circles, tongue pressed flat against the nub and he was literally trying to smother himself against your pussy, holding your waist and pulling you tight against him as he consumed you whole. You’d think your juices were actually filling him up.

“ S’good” he mumbled but you had no idea what he was saying with his face buried between your thighs.

Your moans were something out of a porno as you reached down and threaded your fingers into his pink locs, pulling and riding his face. He was flicking his tongue so good, up and down, side to side, spelling his name and letting it slide into your hole, moving it in and out. He was a pro pussy eater and after only a minute of the motion, your stomach was squeezing and pussy contracting, oozing juices into his mouth and his eyes were rolling back as he groaned in encouragement.

“I’m- c-cumingggg Ryo, uhhhh, oh my g-god.” Your nipples harden as your orgasm ripples through you, feeling every wave of pleasure make your body buzz with excitement, your mouth going dry as you lifted one hand to pinch your nipples, the other still in his hair.   

He kept eating you until your legs fell from his shoulders, your hand loosening from his hair and you were breathing hard trying to recover from the mind numbing orgasm you’d just experienced. 

“Can’t wait baby, need you now.”

He shifted to push his boxers down just enough to free his cock, laying back over you and spreading your legs as he settled his long body between them. He started rubbing his hard length between your pussy lips, covering his tip in your juices before slowly pushing forward. 

You were squeezing him so tightly that all Sukuna could do was close his eyes and groan loud, pushing forward in one thrust to bottom out. You cried out as the bed knocked into the wall, and he couldn’t wait for you to adjust, needed you too badly. 

He was pounding into you so deep, fucking you silly as you cried out his name and begged him to slow down while at the same time wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He laughed and lowered his head to capture your lips, his tongue dancing with yours and your spit tasted so good it was driving him crazy, making him somehow harder than he already was.

“Mmm, you're even wetter than before. Tighter too. You been saving yourself for me, baby? Missed this pretty lil pussy s’much.” His eyes were on yours, waiting for an answer as he fucked into you faster, mouth dropped open and sweat dripping down his forehead. 

The stare was too intense and made you squirm. Despite how hard he was pounding into you, his eyes were surprisingly soft and it made you feel bad for hiding the truth from him. You tried to close your eyes but he lightly slapped at your face, enough to sting but not actually hurt and your eyes snapped open, upset with yourself for liking it. What was your problem? You would have screamed at anyone else for even thinking to do something so vile, but with him it made your pussy clench harder around his dick. 

“Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, slut. Answer me.” 

And you were closing your eyes again, crying out when he put his hands around your neck. Again, he was being uncharacteristically soft with you, barely squeezing and rubbing where his fingers dug into you. “I can’t!”

“Just try a little harder.” 

Your eyes opened, even though your vision was slightly blurry from the tears pooling in your eyes, his face screamed that he was high on your pussy. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open, veins in his neck and forehead showing themselves from how hard he was fucking into you and his eyes were only halfway open. 

“Come baby, tell me. Please.” The Ryomen Sukuna asking nicely? Hell must have frozen over and you must have been an idiot because you were whimpering out, “Im-, i-m.”

And he was grabbing your chin, pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed you roughly and pulled back again. “Fuck- I already know but I need to hear you say it. Fucking say it, baby. I’m so close-” His hips were stuttering as he fought back his orgasm.

“W-what?” You knew there was no way he knew but your blood still turned cold at the thought. Before he could respond you were gasping and throwing your head back as your second orgasm stole your vision, shirt rising so far up your stomach was left exposed, rubbing against his body and Sukuna was so close he couldn’t breathe.

Before you could stop yourself you screamed out, “I’m pregnant! Ngghh, oh god I’m fucking pregnant!” 

He groaned loud and fucked you as deep as he could. “Fuck yeah you are.” and Sukuna was shooting the biggest fucking load into you, so heavy that it was instantly leaking out of your creamy pussy and dripping onto the sheets below you. He didn’t care, he kept slamming into you as his vision went momentarily white, lightning bolts going off behind his eyes.

“S-Shit, that feels so fucking good.” He dropped his head to your neck, slowly thrusting into you, pumping out the last few drops of his high in small snaps of hips.

When he was thoroughly spent, he pulled out of you and fell to the bed next to you, his huge frame taking up most of the room and forcing your body to push against his. The only sound in the room was heaving breathing and the distant bass of music the person a few rooms down from yours was playing. You’re staring up at the ceiling in awkward silence, heart still hammering when you say the words. Out of all the ways you thought to tell him, that wasn’t one of them.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Sukuna pushes onto his elbow and glares down at you, pink hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You shrink from his look but never break contact, biting your lip awkwardly. 

“Yeah no, you definitely should have.” 

Was that betrayal you heard in his voice? You ran a hand down your face and looked away from him because if you didn’t you’d for sure start crying and make him more uncomfortable than he probably already was. Why wasn’t he already out of the door anyways? 

“It’s fine.” 

He was grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him, anger blazing in his red eyes. Your anxiety kicked into full gear as your bottom lip trembled. 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He basically growled before loosening his grip but never letting go. He was fucking pissed and obviously struggling to control himself. If the eyes didn’t give it away then his elevated breathing did and you felt so guilty, so fucking guilty at your next words. 

“It means I don’t need anything from you, don’t expect anything either.” 

He stares at you for a minute before scoffing in disgust, letting your face go so he could pull his boxers back up and sit up fully, the bed shifting under his weight. 

“How long have you known? Is it even mine?”

You gasped in rage, sitting up and pushing at his chest before standing and finding your clothes. You were fuming as you pulled your panties and shorts back up, glaring at the man as if you were willing his head to explode from looks alone. 

“Of course it’s yours, you fucking idiot! What do you think, I’m just letting a bunch of random men cum inside of me? Fuck you dude!” You were ripping that stupid shirt back down your stomach, furious that it wouldn’t stay fucking put. 

“I didn’t fucking say that!” He jumped off the bed, equally as pissed as he put his clothes back on. “I haven’t seen you in months, what the fuck am I supposed to think? How far along are you? I thought you were on birth control!” 

“Well it obviously failed, moron!” Your arms shake at your side and you wanted to hit him for doing this to you, making you so fucking stupid you forgot to tell him to put a condom on. You pushed at his chest when he moved closer to you, bending to pick up his hat before throwing it at him. 

“Get the fuck out Ryomen, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

You gave him your back as your shoulders shook, trying and failing to hold in the tears but never making a sound, you wouldn’t give him that. Fuck that guy. 

“Shit.” You heard him whisper behind you before you felt his hand on your shoulder, attempting to turn you around but you wouldn’t budge, so he moved around you, standing in front of you and lifting your chin so he could look in your eyes. 

Tears spilled as your head was tilted back far enough to meet his gaze and you could tell he was still angry, not explosive yet but getting there.

“Please.. If it’s mine then I deserve to know, can’t fucking keep that from me. That’s fucked.”

And he was right, of course he was. You nodded your head, attempting to push down the rage that was still burning inside of you. You weren’t a little girl, you could talk to him like an adult.

“I’m fourteen weeks, I only found out yesterday. I’m, s-so ss-sorry.” You cried out, body shaking as you sobbed and put your hands over your face. Guilt coursed through your veins, you felt it deep in your bones even if you weren’t the only partly responsible. You thought the birth control would work, you didn’t know-

“Ok.” He stepped back and ran his hair through his hair. “Alright, ok. What’s the plan?” 

You lowered your hand and sniffled, shock written all over your face because what did that even mean? Why the fuck was he even still here? 

“What?” 

He glared at you as if the question was easy enough to understand. “Are you keeping it, or..” 

You froze. I mean, you hadn’t really made up your mind yet, hadn't given yourself time to think it over as you really didn’t want to acknowledge the thing growing inside of you and you only just found out. 

“I-I don’t know. I mean, you’re a fratboy and we’re in college-”

“And?” He cut you off, clearly offended at you mentioning his involvement in a fraternity. What were you supposed to think? He had a reputation and sure as fuck lived up to it. 

“And this doesn’t seem like the kind of things guys like you want.”

His expression hardened, his own hands balled at his side as he stepped closer to you. “Guys like me?” 

You regret the words but before you can take it back he keeps going, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. “You think I’m some deadbeat loser who’d disappear the second you said you were pregnant? Because I’m in a fucking fraternity?!”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know you dude!” 

Sukuna lets you go and laughs against his hand, the other on his hip as he starts to pace. His face was flushed and you hated that he was attractive even when he was angry.

“Ok.. alright. Jesus Christ!" 

You stood there and let him have his meltdown, remembering exactly how you reacted when you found out and feeling empathetic. It took a few minutes before he was calm enough to start talking again and you were grateful because the silence hurt more than anything. 

“We should probably exchange numbers right? So you can let me know what you wanna do or whatever. Fuck, I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

You frown and cover yourself with your arms, basically hugging your own body and looking around the room. “I don’t think that’s-”

He looks you dead in your face and laughs at you, and you’re filled with the urge to hit him but before you can ask what could possibly be so funny, he speaks. “Do you hear yourself, woman? You’re carrying my child but acting like I’m crossing some kind of line by asking for your damn number.” 

“I guess that was kind of silly.” You frown and go to grab your phone from the nightstand, unlocking it and handing it to him. You watched anxiously as he typed in his number and sent himself a text, afraid of what would happen after tonight. Though you were slightly relieved that you weren’t carrying this alone, that the burden was now partially his. 

“I have to go but I'll be back, yeah?” He lifted his hand toward your stomach before thinking better of it and letting it fall back to his side. 

You nodded even though your eyes slightly widened, stomach dropping at the thought of him abandoning you forever but what were you supposed to do? If he decided to never show his face again then you’d have your answer and schedule that appointment-

“Don’t look like that. I gotta go back to the house, one of those drunk idiots probably set something on fire by now. Shit falls apart if I'm not there, ya know?” He grabs your hand and squeezes it lightly before letting go. 

A small laugh escapes before you can stop it, and he smirks at that, head titled when he says “There she is.” and hearts explode in your eyes. You sigh when he leans forehead and kisses your head, lingering a few seconds before pulling away.

“I’ll check on you after practice tomorrow, alright?” 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know.” His thumb brushes against your lip and he’s smiling but you can tell how nervous he is. “Gonna do it anyway. Get some rest and don’t try to avoid me again. Pretty sure we’re past that now.”

One week later..

you: i’m keeping it.. 

sukuna: i know

ch. 3

note: baby daddy sukuna loading.. as always your feedback is appreciated :')

how i imagine fratkuna

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[fireladylisa]

˚ ༘ 🍼𖦹⋆｡˚ a pledge to keep series masterlist ˚ ༘ 🍼𖦹⋆｡˚

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more

dividers by: @petalpxl | series moodboard | art by lorinmower

chapter one: how you met \ chapter two: of course it's yours, you fucking idiot!

chapter three: meeting the itadori's \ chapter four: hospitals and hot dad walks

chapter five: fratuncles \ chapter six: more than co-parents

chapter seven: graduation \ epilogue

series oneshots/drabbles:

1. stinky feet bandit ❀ 2. late night feeds ❀ 3. daddy's little poop monster ❀ 4. baby carrier experiment ❀ 5. yuji loves his baby cousin

[vanillaabunsss]

⋆˙⟡ distracting Hugo while he reads (18+)

Vivien has been staring at that book in his hands for hours now.

Surprisingly, he decided to pick a book with actual words in it for a change after you teased him for his ridiculous habit of staring at empty books a few days ago. A decision you came to regret later because he won’t let go of that thing and has been ignoring you the whole evening basically.

It’s not like you’re someone who’s super clingy or anything, but on rare days where he does not have to go practice with his team, you feel it's only fair you get the entitlement of spending some quality time with your boyfriend instead of having to be scrolling mindlessly on your phone, while sprawled on your shared bed that feels painfully empty without him by your side.

Every desperate attempt of yours to get his attention has been to no avail. Wearing his shirt only and ditching your bra didn’t work, sitting on his lap and laying small kisses on his neck didn’t do much either besides earn you a few kisses back. Which you appreciate of course, but it’s not what you’re after. What you really want is for him to put that book aside and focus on you fully.

But he can’t seem to catch what your real intentions are. 

He tends to struggle to understand when you have more ulterior motives in general, and the issue is that you’re also too prideful to just be forward with what you want because you don’t like looking needy, that would be just embarrassing. So all that is left for you to do when you’re in a more salacious mood is throw subtle hints until the pieces come together inside his brain.

Yet today your approach is really not working, maybe larping his ass off all day by reading those dumb empty books is making your boyfriend become stupid or something, because all the tactics that worked like a charm on previous days are flying past his head this evening. 

They’re not going past his body though.

You can feel his semi pressing against you, and he’s been reading the same page for a while, and you can only guess he’s struggling to keep reading at this point, so why won’t he just put that book down already?

The cogs inside your head are working with more torque as you try to think of other ways to hint your airhead of a boyfriend that you want him to put that book down and flick your shit instead of those pages...and they come to a full stop when something finally comes up.

It’s not as discreet as you’d like it to be, but if Vivien is too shy to address his growing problem, then you’ll have to let him know that you’re thinking the same in a more direct way.

Slowly, you’re slipping out of your boyfriend’s lap onto the floor, who gives you a confused look at first, but when he sees you on your knees and takes note of the way you’re staring at him, he finally seems to be catching up to what you’ve been hinting at this whole time.

“Don’t mind me, Viv. Just keep reading, okay?” He does what you say. You can tell by the small pout on his lip that he’s mourning the feeling of your bodies being glued together though, but the anticipation of what is about to happen is keeping him from pulling you back to his lap.

He keeps on reading and pretending as if he can’t see you undo his sweatpants right now. The words on the pages start to sound like gibberish inside his head the closer your hands get to his groin area. 

He’s embarrassingly hard at this point. 

His body is desperate for any type of release and you’re eager to give that to him, you’ve been waiting for this so long you can’t even be asked to tease him like you usually do. He was going commando today and the mere sight made almost ripped a moan from your throat. A big glob of saliva falls from your lips to his pinkish head and the book in his hands nearly slips out of them.

Like said before, you’re not in a teasing mood. Your lips are around his shaft as you slowly take him fully with a mastery that has Hugo mesmerized. His head almost drops back on the couch once you’ve taken as much of him as you can. He’s still holding onto the book that had him hooked for hours, with one hand only however, because his other one is resting on your head as he tries — emphasis on tries — to keep on reading it.

He comes to the realization that doing so will be nearly impossible as soon as you start to suck him for real, slurping and sucking on his tip the way he likes as your hand handles the rest of him that does not fit in your mouth. All those nasty, wet noises and the sight of you slobbering on his dick made your dear boyfriend lose his focus on the book completely. Yes, he was still holding it, but he wasn’t absorbing anything about the story anymore. All he cared about was how good that mouth of yours feels.

Hugo’s hips start to thrust into your mouth. He’s biting his lips hard to not let any of those whimpers he’s holding back slip out and humiliate him, which stops being efficient quickly because the faster he’s getting to his peak the faster his hips are moving. He hisses when your nails dig onto his thighs and lets out one of said whimpers he’s been holding out when you detach yourself from him and switch to stroking him instead.

“Are you going to keep reading that book? Or are you going to pay attention to me?”

He sets it aside on the couch, “Y-you have my full attention…mou chou.”

“Good…Now cum for me, Vivien.”

an — i got lazy in the end soz. hope u liked it tho <33

© ʟᴜꜱʜʙᴜɴꜱꜱꜱ ᴇꜱᴛ 2025/©ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀᴀʙᴜɴꜱꜱꜱ ᴇꜱᴛ 2025, ty for reading <33, dividers by me

[j2yin]

hugo au where ur pxg’s manager and he’s a bit jealous …. >< ?? i just started reading the france match, i can’t believe i’ve been missing out on him UR AUS ARE FEEDING ME

come back to arsenal .ᐟ

you recently transferred from arsenal to pxg as their manager, but vivien hugo cant stop missing you :(

a/n : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST !! i really liked how this one turned out 🥹

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[mysweetrisa]

Hello! Can you do a smau with the bllk boys attempting to flirt with reader who doesn’t understand innuendos (or flirting in general)? Reader understands romance and knows the concept of flirting but is so single they are totally oblivious to rizz. It doesn’t matter how good the pick-up was, their dumbass will be confused and ask them to elaborate or take it literally. •-•

It could be an already established relationship, but I think it’ll be kinda funny if they aren’t dating (yet)

OBLIVIOUS TO LOVE !

˚⟡˖ ࣪ pairings: isagi yoichi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, micheal kaiser, julian loki, vivian hugo, bunny iglesias. ˚⟡˖ ࣪ synopsis: their flirting doesn't get through your thick head. ˚⟡˖ ࣪ warnings: stupid, oblivious baka reader, not established relationships, reader is lwk a loser in kaisers part, minor swearing, bunny uses third person and thinks he's cute doing it whole time he's a 191cm GIANT. sae, rin, nagi AND hugo just want some. and more warnings i dont remember❤️‍🩹 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ authors note: coming up with sae's part was so HARD (mmphh, js like me🤤😳) edit: pls tell me if the quality is a bit whack, im tryna fix that 😅

[eraserbread]

you and dilf!sukuna have an… arrangement

sukuna cracks open his wallet as the waitress shimmies away with the bill, licking over the thick pad of his thumb as he unfolds and cards through the stack of bills all nestled in the back of the leather. you watch him with low, shadowed eyes, pretending not to notice the giddy shake in your knee as he sums up the worth of your presence.

much to your dismay, he pulls out $100.

that’s it.

“here, baby doll.” he hums, voice a low growl in the back of his throat. you shiver against it, biting your lip as he lowers the bill between your thighs. “open up.”

you do, parting your knees, letting him get under your skirt and under your thigh-length socks, slipping the money under the elastic, dark waistband. his touch lingers unapologetically — you two are exposed, but he doesn’t care. the entire place should know you’re his.

bravely, you whisper, “that’s it? just a hundred?”

“i’m not taking you home, am i? told me you had a big test to study for. so… yes, only a hundred for tonight.”

you scoff, painted lips parting as the server draws near, smiling to secure her final tip from the elusive, older man. “sir… that simply will not do.”

sukuna turns his nose up at you, dark eyes low, and grey-stubbled chin high. he’s beckoning you to the ground with words unsaid, and you’re not bending. not when your money comes down to it.

“there you go. arch that back like you’re worth something.”

sukuna’s got you restrained in a shiny pair of cuffs, wrists crossed at your back as you work yourself on his cock, whining from how hard it is when you don’t have the stability of your hands. right now, there’s only a $100 bill on the bed — that same bill that he slid between your thighs earlier, and is expecting you to work yourself up to a higher prize.

of course, under his conditions.

your sugar daddy has always been a cruel, old man, but what’s more cruel right now is the obscene stretch of his cock splitting you open.

you’re on fire, face all sweaty and flush, eyes leaking more tears than your needy cunt, taking him in like he never left. the lack of control is overwhelming, but your man is a stickler for perfection — for trust and respect. sensory deprivation is only a tool, and he’s the one holding the screw.

wad of cash in-hand, sukuna stands on his knees, shirtless, thick hair-covered chest catching the shadows of the dull room lights. “all the way… that’s another two hundred.” he throws down another couple of bills, letting them flutter over your back and tumble away.

“it…. ‘s too much.”

“so you tell me often.” he tries to cover the shake in his voice with a hum, but you catch it. your knees go weak, sending you face-first into the sheets. “ach— now you’re down fifty.” sukuna leans over you, huge body covering yours as he snatches your prize right back in his huge fist.

you whine as the new position pushes the rest of his grueling length inside of you, voice gone and shaking as you cry into the mattress, begging with words unsaid and useless little noises that you know he needs to hear.

your body sucks him up like you're made for him, lewd, wet noises creating a song between your heated bodies as he sits back up, grinding into your ass, hands on your hips. "there you are... you just earned it back."

"p-please," you cry, hips absentmindedly bucking back into his hard pelvis, rocking with the weight of his being.

"please, what? who?" he lets you toy with him as he fingers through another stack of two bills, oddly underwhelmed and so focused on the task at hand that he's not even watching the way your eager cunt swallows him up, fluttering and begging for more that he can't give.

"please... sir... need you..."

"like it when you beg." he hums, strong hands on your hips, massaging the flesh as he rocks in and out, slowly, maddeningly.

and when you cum, you're covered in it — his money. at the end of the night, you're a thousand dollars richer, and weak in the knees as he helps you to your feet, silent and stern, yet caring in the only way he knows how to be as he cleans you up... until next time.

[maltes3]

Yandere!AsylumPatient x AsylumPatient!Reader

Before he was committed, Yandere!AsylumPatient was a walking urban legend. He wasn't a calculated mastermind; he was completely, terrifyingly chaotic, the kind of monster who would end up on the news for destroying a public space or going after completely random people for reasons only his warped mind understood. The entire city breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally locked away in the high-security wing of the asylum. He is notoriously violent, and even the beefiest, most hardened guards refuse to enter his cell without a full riot squad and tranquilizers on standby.

You, on the other hand, are the absolute polar opposite. You are a deeply anxious, fragile, and heavily medicated patient who was completely eaten alive by the brutal reality of the asylum. The constant echoing screams down the hallways, the loud slamming of heavy iron doors, and the cold, clinical apathy of the staff keep your nervous system in a state of permanent panic. You spend most of your days huddled in the corners of the recreation yard, trembling, staring at the floor, and trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.

Yandere!AsylumPatient noticed you on your very first day in the yard. While the other patients kept their distance from him out of pure survival instinct, you were too dazed by your sedative cocktail to realize who he was. When a group of aggressive, larger patients tried to corner you to steal your ration card, he didn't just step in, he turned the entire recreation yard into a bloodbath. He dismantled them within seconds, his face twisted into a maniacal, joyful grin as he broke bones just to hear them snap. But the moment he turned around to look at you, the wild, crazed light in his eyes instantly softened.

From that exact moment, he appointed himself as your absolute, immovable shield. He treats the entire asylum like his personal playground, and you are his most prized, delicate treasure. When he is around you, his terrifying, bloodthirsty persona completely melts away into an affectionate, playful tease. He loves leaning his head on your shoulder, poking your cheeks, and whispering ridiculous jokes in your ear just to see if he can get you to crack a small smile through your anxiety. "Hey, little bird... look what I got for you. Don't tell the doctors, or I'll have to bite them again."

Yandere!AsylumPatient is a master at stealing things from the staff and other wards just to spoil you. Despite being heavily monitored, he always manages to slip into your hands things that are strictly forbidden or impossible for a patient to get: a soft, smuggled contraband blanket that doesn't scratch your skin, a handful of sweet candies he swiped from a nurse's desk, or a colorful drawing he made using stolen crayons. He will literally sit at your feet in the dayroom, shielding your body from the view of the guards, hand-feeding you treats like you're a pampered royal rather than a prisoner.

The asylum administration is absolutely terrified of the codependency developing between you two, so they try to separate you constantly. But every single attempt results in absolute catastrophe. The second a guard puts a hand on your arm to lead you to a different wing, he flips the switch back to his "batshit insane" self. He will scream, spit, and fight with the strength of ten men, throwing his body against the concrete walls and threatening to rip the throats out of every doctor on the board. He makes it completely impossible for the facility to function.

During his worst, most violent episodes when he is strapped to a gurney in a straitjacket, foaming at the mouth and laughing hysterically while doctors try to pump him full of sedatives, the only thing that can calm him down is you. The staff eventually learned that the fastest way to stop a full-scale riot is to just wheel his gurney right back into your room. The second he sees your face, his frantic breathing slows down. He’ll look up at you through his restraints, his bloody teeth bared in a soft, goofy grin, and whine like a puppy. "See? I told them I'd behave if they brought me back to my favorite person. Come untie me, sweetie."

Yandere!AsylumPatient has effectively turned your shared corner of the asylum into an untouchable sanctuary. The other patients are too terrified to even look in your direction, and the doctors have completely given up on separating you out of fear for their own lives. You are still trapped in a cold, terrifying asylum, but as long as his heavy, protective arm is draped around your shoulders, pulling your anxious frame tight against his chest, the rest of the world can't hurt you anymore. He will keep you safe in his madness forever.

Yandere!AsylumPatient has a literal, physical dependency on touching you. The doctors call it a "pathological hyper-fixation," but to him, it’s just breathing. Whether you two are sitting in the cold dayroom, walking the bleak corridors, or eating in the cafeteria, he must have some part of his body connected to yours. He’ll walk right behind you with a large, heavy hand resting firmly on the small of your back, or he’ll constantly play with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palm. Even if he’s in the middle of a manic, high-energy rant to himself, his other hand will be gently, rhythmically patting your head, treating you like the only grounding wire in his chaotic mind.

This constant touch is actually the only thing that keeps his violent impulses at bay. The guards have noticed a terrifying pattern: if he is touching you, his heart rate is stable, and he just acts like a teasing, overly affectionate boyfriend. But the exact millimeter his skin loses contact with yours, like if a nurse forces you to step away for a blood pressure check, his entire body goes completely rigid. His jaw tics up, his eyes go dead, and he begins to growl. He will literally glare at the staff like a rabid dog on a short leash until your hand is safely back in his.

Yandere!AsylumPatient treats your high levels of anxiety as an invitation to smother you. Whenever the alarms go off, or another patient has a loud, screaming episode that makes you cover your ears and shake, he gets this dark, intensely satisfied look in his eyes. He will instantly pull your fragile frame into his lap, wrapping his long arms around you like a human straitjacket, burying his face in your neck. He’ll rock you back and forth, whispering playful, sweet nonsense against your skin while shielding your view of the room. "Let them scream, little bird. Just listen to me. I'm right here. Breathe me in."

The nighttime routine is the absolute bane of the asylum’s security staff. Because they are kept in separate wards at night, he is supposed to be locked behind a reinforced steel door. He isn't. Nobody actually knows how he does it whether he steals a hairpin, blackmails a night-shift guard, or literally forces the hinges out of the frame but every single night, without fail, he breaks out of his cell. He sneaks through the dark, sterile hallways like a ghost, completely ignoring the security cameras, with only one destination in mind: your room.

You’ll be lying in your cot, staring at the ceiling in a state of deeply anxious insomnia, when you suddenly hear the soft, familiar click of your door unlocking. He’ll slip into your room with a huge, boyish grin, completely untroubled by the fact that he’s breaking maximum-security protocols. Before you can even whisper his name, he’s already sliding under your thin, scratchy white blanket. He will pull you flush against his chest, tucking your head securely under his chin, and let out a deep, contented sigh, finally falling asleep the second he can feel your heartbeat against his ribs.

The middle of the night always ends in a chaotic, exhausting circus. Around 3:00 AM, the night-guard patrol will inevitably shine a flashlight through your window, spot the massive, notorious killer sleeping peacefully in the fragile patient's bed, and sound the red alarm. A squad of six to eight heavily armored guards will burst into the room with batons and shields. He doesn't even wake up angry; he just groans, holding onto you even tighter, wrapping his legs around yours like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum.

As the guards literally grab his arms and try to pry him out of your bed, he’ll start screaming and cursing, tossing his head back and snapping his teeth at them. He’ll rip the sheets, kick the bedframe, and fight with terrifying, supernatural strength just to keep one hand wrapped around your wrist. "Let go of me, you corporate pigs! I'm sleeping! They were having a nightmare. I'm helping them! I'll skin you alive if you pull me away from them!" He will drag the entire weight of the guard squad across the floorboards just to maintain a grip on your fingertips for three more seconds.

The second his grip finally slips and they successfully drag him backward out into the hallway, he flips completely into his chaotic, batshit-insane persona laughing maniacally, threatening the night supervisor's family, and kicking the walls until they lock him in solitary. But it’s completely pointless. The staff knows that within three hours, the sun will come up, the recreation yard will open, and he will walk right back out of his cell, completely fine, covered in new bruises, and immediately seek you out to place a warm, possessive hand right back on your shoulder as if nothing ever happened.

[maltes3]

Yandere!AsylumPatient x AsylumPatient!Reader

Before he was committed, Yandere!AsylumPatient was a walking urban legend. He wasn't a calculated mastermind; he was completely, terrifyingly chaotic, the kind of monster who would end up on the news for destroying a public space or going after completely random people for reasons only his warped mind understood. The entire city breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally locked away in the high-security wing of the asylum. He is notoriously violent, and even the beefiest, most hardened guards refuse to enter his cell without a full riot squad and tranquilizers on standby.

You, on the other hand, are the absolute polar opposite. You are a deeply anxious, fragile, and heavily medicated patient who was completely eaten alive by the brutal reality of the asylum. The constant echoing screams down the hallways, the loud slamming of heavy iron doors, and the cold, clinical apathy of the staff keep your nervous system in a state of permanent panic. You spend most of your days huddled in the corners of the recreation yard, trembling, staring at the floor, and trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.

Yandere!AsylumPatient noticed you on your very first day in the yard. While the other patients kept their distance from him out of pure survival instinct, you were too dazed by your sedative cocktail to realize who he was. When a group of aggressive, larger patients tried to corner you to steal your ration card, he didn't just step in, he turned the entire recreation yard into a bloodbath. He dismantled them within seconds, his face twisted into a maniacal, joyful grin as he broke bones just to hear them snap. But the moment he turned around to look at you, the wild, crazed light in his eyes instantly softened.

From that exact moment, he appointed himself as your absolute, immovable shield. He treats the entire asylum like his personal playground, and you are his most prized, delicate treasure. When he is around you, his terrifying, bloodthirsty persona completely melts away into an affectionate, playful tease. He loves leaning his head on your shoulder, poking your cheeks, and whispering ridiculous jokes in your ear just to see if he can get you to crack a small smile through your anxiety. "Hey, little bird... look what I got for you. Don't tell the doctors, or I'll have to bite them again."

Yandere!AsylumPatient is a master at stealing things from the staff and other wards just to spoil you. Despite being heavily monitored, he always manages to slip into your hands things that are strictly forbidden or impossible for a patient to get: a soft, smuggled contraband blanket that doesn't scratch your skin, a handful of sweet candies he swiped from a nurse's desk, or a colorful drawing he made using stolen crayons. He will literally sit at your feet in the dayroom, shielding your body from the view of the guards, hand-feeding you treats like you're a pampered royal rather than a prisoner.

The asylum administration is absolutely terrified of the codependency developing between you two, so they try to separate you constantly. But every single attempt results in absolute catastrophe. The second a guard puts a hand on your arm to lead you to a different wing, he flips the switch back to his "batshit insane" self. He will scream, spit, and fight with the strength of ten men, throwing his body against the concrete walls and threatening to rip the throats out of every doctor on the board. He makes it completely impossible for the facility to function.

During his worst, most violent episodes when he is strapped to a gurney in a straitjacket, foaming at the mouth and laughing hysterically while doctors try to pump him full of sedatives, the only thing that can calm him down is you. The staff eventually learned that the fastest way to stop a full-scale riot is to just wheel his gurney right back into your room. The second he sees your face, his frantic breathing slows down. He’ll look up at you through his restraints, his bloody teeth bared in a soft, goofy grin, and whine like a puppy. "See? I told them I'd behave if they brought me back to my favorite person. Come untie me, sweetie."

Yandere!AsylumPatient has effectively turned your shared corner of the asylum into an untouchable sanctuary. The other patients are too terrified to even look in your direction, and the doctors have completely given up on separating you out of fear for their own lives. You are still trapped in a cold, terrifying asylum, but as long as his heavy, protective arm is draped around your shoulders, pulling your anxious frame tight against his chest, the rest of the world can't hurt you anymore. He will keep you safe in his madness forever.

Yandere!AsylumPatient has a literal, physical dependency on touching you. The doctors call it a "pathological hyper-fixation," but to him, it’s just breathing. Whether you two are sitting in the cold dayroom, walking the bleak corridors, or eating in the cafeteria, he must have some part of his body connected to yours. He’ll walk right behind you with a large, heavy hand resting firmly on the small of your back, or he’ll constantly play with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palm. Even if he’s in the middle of a manic, high-energy rant to himself, his other hand will be gently, rhythmically patting your head, treating you like the only grounding wire in his chaotic mind.

This constant touch is actually the only thing that keeps his violent impulses at bay. The guards have noticed a terrifying pattern: if he is touching you, his heart rate is stable, and he just acts like a teasing, overly affectionate boyfriend. But the exact millimeter his skin loses contact with yours, like if a nurse forces you to step away for a blood pressure check, his entire body goes completely rigid. His jaw tics up, his eyes go dead, and he begins to growl. He will literally glare at the staff like a rabid dog on a short leash until your hand is safely back in his.

Yandere!AsylumPatient treats your high levels of anxiety as an invitation to smother you. Whenever the alarms go off, or another patient has a loud, screaming episode that makes you cover your ears and shake, he gets this dark, intensely satisfied look in his eyes. He will instantly pull your fragile frame into his lap, wrapping his long arms around you like a human straitjacket, burying his face in your neck. He’ll rock you back and forth, whispering playful, sweet nonsense against your skin while shielding your view of the room. "Let them scream, little bird. Just listen to me. I'm right here. Breathe me in."

The nighttime routine is the absolute bane of the asylum’s security staff. Because they are kept in separate wards at night, he is supposed to be locked behind a reinforced steel door. He isn't. Nobody actually knows how he does it whether he steals a hairpin, blackmails a night-shift guard, or literally forces the hinges out of the frame but every single night, without fail, he breaks out of his cell. He sneaks through the dark, sterile hallways like a ghost, completely ignoring the security cameras, with only one destination in mind: your room.

You’ll be lying in your cot, staring at the ceiling in a state of deeply anxious insomnia, when you suddenly hear the soft, familiar click of your door unlocking. He’ll slip into your room with a huge, boyish grin, completely untroubled by the fact that he’s breaking maximum-security protocols. Before you can even whisper his name, he’s already sliding under your thin, scratchy white blanket. He will pull you flush against his chest, tucking your head securely under his chin, and let out a deep, contented sigh, finally falling asleep the second he can feel your heartbeat against his ribs.

The middle of the night always ends in a chaotic, exhausting circus. Around 3:00 AM, the night-guard patrol will inevitably shine a flashlight through your window, spot the massive, notorious killer sleeping peacefully in the fragile patient's bed, and sound the red alarm. A squad of six to eight heavily armored guards will burst into the room with batons and shields. He doesn't even wake up angry; he just groans, holding onto you even tighter, wrapping his legs around yours like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum.

As the guards literally grab his arms and try to pry him out of your bed, he’ll start screaming and cursing, tossing his head back and snapping his teeth at them. He’ll rip the sheets, kick the bedframe, and fight with terrifying, supernatural strength just to keep one hand wrapped around your wrist. "Let go of me, you corporate pigs! I'm sleeping! They were having a nightmare. I'm helping them! I'll skin you alive if you pull me away from them!" He will drag the entire weight of the guard squad across the floorboards just to maintain a grip on your fingertips for three more seconds.

The second his grip finally slips and they successfully drag him backward out into the hallway, he flips completely into his chaotic, batshit-insane persona laughing maniacally, threatening the night supervisor's family, and kicking the walls until they lock him in solitary. But it’s completely pointless. The staff knows that within three hours, the sun will come up, the recreation yard will open, and he will walk right back out of his cell, completely fine, covered in new bruises, and immediately seek you out to place a warm, possessive hand right back on your shoulder as if nothing ever happened.

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────── ˙ . ꒷ . 𖦹˙ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘

୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 and his work wife.

⋅ ✰ everyone in the office is terrified of ryomen sukuna— the cold-hearted finance director with a glare sharp enough to make interns cry. everyone except you.

MDNI ✰ oral (fem receiving) ✰ unprotected sex ✰ p in v smut ✰ semi-public sex

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The fluorescent lights of the corporate high-rise buzzed like dying insects overhead, casting a sterile glow over the open-plan office floor. Sukuna Ryomen, Finance Director, ruled his domain with the kind of iron fist that made interns cry in the supply closet and senior analysts suddenly remember urgent dentist appointments whenever he stepped out of his corner office. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp tattoos peeking from the collar of his tailored black dress shirt and a resting scowl that could curdle milk. Rumors swirled that he'd once made a board member resign over a misplaced decimal. No one dared sit near him in the break room. No one stole his parking spot. And absolutely no one touched his food.

Except you.

You were the marketing coordinator two floors down, but you spent more time on the finance level than your own. To everyone else, you were Sukuna's "work wife"—the only soul brave (or foolish) enough to perch on the edge of his desk during meetings, tease him about his coffee order, and—most infamously—steal fries right off his plate while he ate lunch at his desk.

Today was no different.

The executive lunch spread was laid out in the glass-walled conference room: grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and a mountain of thick-cut fries that Sukuna had specifically requested. He sat at the head of the table like a king on a throne, sleeves rolled up to expose veined forearms, stabbing at his food with precise aggression. A cluster of department heads hovered nervously at the far end, discussing quarterly projections in hushed tones.

You sauntered in without knocking, wearing a fitted pencil skirt that hugged your hips and a silk blouse unbuttoned just one notch past professional. Your heels clicked confidently across the marble floor.

Without a word, you slid into the chair beside him—the one no one else would touch—and plucked three fries from his plate, popping them into your mouth with a satisfied hum.

The room went dead silent.

One analyst choked on his water. Another stared like you'd just performed a public execution. Sukuna didn't even look up from his salmon, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the closest thing he ever got to a smile in public.

"Those were mine," he growled, low enough that only you could hear the playful edge beneath the menace.

You leaned in, brushing your knee against his under the table. "And now they're mine. You always take the best ones anyway, Mr. Finance Director."

Someone at the table whispered, "She's going to die. Today's the day."

But Sukuna just pushed the plate slightly toward you, allowing you to steal another fry. The rest of the meeting continued with everyone else sweating bullets while you casually doodled on his quarterly report and whispered filthy promises in his ear whenever the projector light dimmed.

By 4 PM, the tension had built to a breaking point. The office was emptying out, but you lingered, "accidentally" leaving your tablet in Sukuna's office.

He was waiting.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, Sukuna's hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you against his hard chest. His mouth crashed down on yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and hunger. No gentle buildup—never with him. Weeks of sneaking around had turned this into an art form: quick, dirty fucks in supply closets, his office after hours, even once in the executive bathroom during a particularly boring investor call where you'd had to bite your lip bloody to stay quiet.

"Been thinking about this all fucking day," he muttered against your lips, walking you backward until your ass hit his massive oak desk. Papers scattered. A pen holder clattered to the floor. He didn't care. "Watching you steal my food like you own me in front of those spineless idiots."

You laughed breathlessly, fingers already working at his belt. "I do own you. We're married, remember? Or did you forget the ring you keep hidden in your pocket?"

Sukuna's eyes darkened with lust and something fiercer. He spun you around, bending you over the desk with one strong hand between your shoulder blades. Your skirt rode up as he shoved it to your waist, exposing the lacy red thong you'd worn specifically for this.

"Married or not, you're still my little work wife out there," he said, voice rough as he palmed your ass, spreading you open. "And my filthy slut in here."

He dropped to his knees behind you without warning. The first hot swipe of his tongue along your clothed pussy made you jolt. He ripped the thong aside, burying his face between your thighs like a starving man. His tongue was relentless—lapping at your folds, circling your clit with firm pressure, then plunging inside you. Two thick fingers joined soon after, curling brutally against that spot that made your knees buckle.

"Fuck—Ryomen—" you gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all you could focus on was the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring you. He sucked your clit hard, fingers pumping faster, stretching you open. Your thighs trembled.

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, standing up and pressing his clothed erection against your ass. "Not yet. You don't come until I say."

You heard his zipper, then felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapping against your soaked pussy. Sukuna was big—long and girthy, with a slight upward curve that always hit perfectly. He rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices, teasing your entrance.

"Beg," he commanded, one hand fisting your hair.

"Please," you whimpered, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Ryomen. Need your cock."

With a guttural groan, he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned deliciously, filling you so completely you saw stars. He didn't give you time to adjust—just started pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that rocked the heavy desk forward.

"Shit, you're always so tight," he growled, hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the office, mixed with your moans and his low grunts. He reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, never slowing his rhythm. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy again. Mark what's mine."

You were lost in it—the way his cock dragged against your walls, the way his balls slapped against you, the way his free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. He leaned over you, biting down on your shoulder through your blouse as he fucked you harder. The angle shifted, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

"Come for me," he ordered, voice strained. "Now."

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, pussy clenching around his thick length as you cried out his name. Sukuna followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a choked groan. He stayed there, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed buried.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then he pulled out carefully, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down your thighs. He used two fingers to push it back inside you.

"Keep it in until you get home," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck almost tenderly.

You turned in his arms, grinning up at him. "Yes, sir. But only if you let me steal your dessert tomorrow."

Sukuna chuckled—a rare, genuine sound—and kissed you softly. "Brat."

The next morning, the office was buzzing with the usual fear. Sukuna stormed through the halls looking as terrifying as ever, barking orders that made grown men pale. You arrived at 10 AM with coffee, perching on his desk as usual and stealing a bite of his blueberry muffin.

The analysts watched in horrified awe as he merely raised an eyebrow and let you have it.

"Work wife perks," someone whispered.

If only they knew the real perks involved being bent over that same desk every other night, taking your husband's cock until you couldn't walk straight. Or the wedding bands hidden in his wallet and your jewelry box. Or the way he whispered "I love you" against your skin after every filthy encounter.

You winked at Sukuna across the desk. He smirked back—the secret smile that belonged only to you.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough.

The weeks blurred into a delicious routine of corporate terror and hidden passion. Sukuna's reputation only grew more fearsome after he publicly eviscerated a vendor during a budget meeting for "wasting his goddamn time." You, meanwhile, played the perfect work wife: bringing him lunch (which you always sampled first), organizing his files with color-coded tabs he pretended to hate, and sitting in on finance meetings just to "take notes."

No one suspected a thing.

Until the day the copier jammed on the 15th floor.

You'd dragged Sukuna into the supply closet under the pretense of needing his "height advantage." The second the door locked, he had you pressed against the shelves, your legs wrapped around his waist as he freed his cock and sank into you in one smooth thrust.

"Quiet," he hissed, even as he fucked you hard enough to make the shelves rattle. "Or everyone will hear what a slut my wife is."

You buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle your moans as he railed you. His cock was so deep at this angle, grinding against your cervix with every upward snap of his hips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his dress shirt sticking to his muscular back. One hand held you up effortlessly while the other slipped between you to pinch and rub your clit.

The risk always made it hotter—the voices of coworkers just outside the door discussing toner cartridges while Sukuna destroyed your pussy in the dark. You came first, clenching around him like a vice, soaking his cock. He followed with a muffled curse, pumping you full again.

Afterward, he cleaned you up with his handkerchief like a gentleman, then sent you out first with a possessive slap on the ass.

"See you at my desk for lunch," he said. "And don't even think about ordering your own fries."

By the time you reached the finance floor, your legs were still shaky, but you wore a bright smile. Sukuna was already at his desk, looking perfectly composed and terrifying. You slid into your usual spot and immediately reached for his plate.

The entire floor held its collective breath.

You stole an entire handful of fries this time, grinning as you ate them slowly, one by one.

Sukuna's eyes met yours with a heat that promised retribution later—probably in the parking garage, or his car, or the executive elevator that had mysteriously stopped working twice last week.

The crack of your secret marriage made every stolen bite taste sweeter. The fear everyone else felt only heightened the thrill. Because while they saw a monster, you saw the man who fucked you senseless every chance he got, who whispered vows against your skin in the afterglow, and who—despite his reputation—always pushed his plate toward you with that secret, fond glint in his eye.

Later that evening, after the office had emptied, Sukuna locked his door and cleared his desk entirely. He laid you out on it like a feast, spreading your legs wide and eating you out until you were sobbing with overstimulation. Then he flipped you onto your stomach again, fucking you slow and deep this time, savoring every clench and whimper.

"Love you, wife," he growled as he came, hips stuttering.

"Love you too, Ryomen," you gasped, reaching back to pull him closer.

Outside, the city lights twinkled. Inside, the feared Finance Director was nothing but yours—body, soul, and all the fries on his plate.

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bully tsukki! part ten! - cw: DARK CONTENT! sexual content! 18+/mdni!

"f-ffuck keep crying for me, i'm nearly there," tsukishima groans. at his words you whine loudly and bury your face in the pillows, you hear tsukishima laugh cruelly and can imagine the smirk on face, even when you can't see him. tsukishima thrusts into you hard, you hear the slapping ripples your ass makes with each thrust and he continues running his hands all over your body, occasionally squeezing tightly. you doubt you'll come out of this unscathed with more bruises on your body than there's ever been. tsukishima's grunts fill the air as he calls you a filthy slut. you bunch the sheets in your fists and cry.

"you're mine," he growls and fucks you harder. "say you're mine," tsukishima demands and you comply.

you chant over and over again, "yours, yours, yours," the words are slurred and you're panting heavily.

tsukishima grunts and wraps his arm around your soft middle, pulling you up from the position. now your back in pressed against his chest, your pudgy thighs shaking as you kneel on the bed as tsukishima thrusts up into you. you know it's only a matter of time before your knees give way and you fall but that won't happen when tsukishima is gripping onto you tightly and will support your weight and keep you where he wants you when you feel like you're too shaky to support yourself and slump down.

his pace loses all rhythm and he holds onto your love handles tightly, squeezing the soft skin in between his slender fingers as he gets closer. "that's a good girl, all mine," he groans and kisses your shoulder gently. the cold touch of his glasses on your shoulder makes you shiver.

your eyes are unfocused and blurry with how much you've been crying, your tears feel hot running down your face and you feel more and more sweaty. you want to cum so bad that it's making you cry. "p-please tsukki, need t' cum-," your words cut off with a loud moan. "need it so bad kei," you whine and tsukishima kisses you again, this time less gently and leaving a hickey in his wake.

"yeah, yeah, i'll make you cum, you're such a fucking crybaby," he grunts against your skin, and moves his hand that was on your hips to your clit. "good thing i like you so much," he moans as he feels your pussy spasm around his dick.

you shoot up in your bed, the light is just starting to peak through your curtain and you feel clammy. you've been having more and more dreams about tsukishima and it occurs nearly every night now. most of the time they're sexual but not always, sometimes it's just fantasies like of him helping you study and whispering in your ear.

this is the first time it's ever been this explicit though, when you do have sex dreams about tsukishima they're not very vivid, and they're a bit fuzzy but this time it was clear and felt so real.

you don't know when or how that attraction towards him started, you don't know when you stopped seeing him as your bully and someone who terrorises you into something else, something different, something that gives you butterflies. it changed somewhere along the line, you recognise that it isn't healthy to think like that but you know that you still do even if it's wrong. he walks you home and makes sure you have enough money to get the bus, he relents when you ask him not to do something to someone and he kisses you chastely and kindly when you least expected. calling him kei just sounds right and now when he calls you crybaby it sounds fond.

you glance at the clock on your bedside table and groan, you don't have to be up for a couple hours but you know you won't be able to go back to sleep so you begrudgingly get out of bed and put the kettle on, scrolling on your phone.

in a few hours you know you'll be seeing tsukishima and you're absolutely dreading it.

when you get to the lecture hall you look down and continue looking down. you make your way to your regular seat in front of tsukishima but don't make eye contact with anyone. you don't even glance to see if tsukishima is here yet. he is.

when he sees you he frowns. it's not because he got here before you or that the clothes you're wearing covers up the bruise on your thigh that he gave you last week, it's because you're not looking at him and it's obviously on purpose. you don't do that anymore. you know better than that. tsukishima rests his head on hand and doesn't take his eyes of you. the whole class he doesn't stop looking at you and you feel his stare but don't do anything. he doesn't do anything other than that, just staring at you.

when it's ended you leave quicker than you ever had, you made sure not to unpack anything like your books or water bottle, it saves time of having to pack them up and for a hopefully successful quick getaway before tsukishima gets to you.

you're successful in your getaway and tsukishima crosses his arms and frowns, however he finds you quickly, sitting down on one of the benches outside in the area you normally sit at, it's the same bench you sit when you eat. you didn't know that he knew that.

"what the fuck is up with you today?" tsukishima asks you harshly, you jump at his voice. he found you so quickly. he makes his way in front of the bench and towers over you.

"there's nothin-"

tsukishima cuts you off, "don't give me that." even though you're looking down you can tell he's annoyed, his voice making it obvious.

you look up at him so you can tell him again that everything is fine, you know he won't let it go, he never does, and you know that he will be even worse if you don't look at him. even when you look at him you don't make eye contact, instead looking at the pattern of his faint light freckles on his arms that are currently crossed.

"look at me properly." he demands you and you do- automatically. you hate that you did that, you hate that your bully can tell you to do something and you listen and do what he says immediately.

tsukishima takes in your facial expression and his eyebrows furrow. "why do you look so ashamed?"

"ashamed? i-i'm not ashamed." you stutter and even you know that that's the most ashamed you ever sounded.

tsukishima rolls his eyes. "tell me the truth."

a shiver runs along your back at his tone. "i''m telling the truth."

"don't lie to me again." his words are so final you have to press your lips together in an attempt to not cry and make sure your lip doesn't wobble.

you know he won't let this go.

you're only option is to say a half truth.

"i just had a dream." not just but it was a dream. you should of said nightmare but you didn't think that as the words came out your mouth, you knew that wasn't a nightmare and it would be a lie.

"what dream?" he replies and you look down again. "don't do that." you stop in your tracks at slowly look back up. "don't make me make you."

"it-it was a dream about someone."

"so what?" he doesn't understand why you were so reluctant or ashamed. it's probably be some dream of someone being mean to her or something.

you heave a sigh of relief at him dropping it but everything he was thinking changes after that action. he started to feel that this dream was something more.

he grabs hold of your chubby checks the very next second, squeezing them between his fingers, you're getting deja vu. "tell me who it was about." his voice is harsh and your mouth feels dry.

you know you have no option now. even when he's holding your squished cheeks he's able to hear you utter, "you."

his grip from your cheeks loosen. "about?" at your silence his grip gets tighter again, "tell me."

telling him will be more than embarrassing. you know that. you know you'll have to tell him, tsukishima, your bully tsukishima, what it was really about.

your checks are smooshed and your face feels sore from him holding you this tightly for this long. "we were in the bedroom."

it's deadly silent. you see him looking at you, there's no frown on his face or furrowed eyebrows, there's no smirk or smug expression either. he looses his entire grip of your cheeks, he's still holding you but with no force or strength, you could move your head away from him but you don't, still staying where you were.

tsukishima's voice is low but still firm and clear as he asks, "was it good?"

yes.

your eyes are wide and you stop breathing. he waits. you nod your head. "yeah..."

tsukishima takes a deep breath. "you're real idiotic you know that princess?" you flinch at his hurtful words and your lip starts to wobble, you feel the tears that start to fill up your waterline. "you're right to be ashamed." your tears start flowing quickly, dripping down your face and down your neck. he stares at you as you cry.

"have you forgotten what i told you or are you so stupid that you ignored what i said? instead of listening you choose to be a filthy whore and have fantasises. how pathetic." he tells you and it hurts deeply, "answer me."

you don't know how to answer because you don't know if there's anything for you to answer. even though you're still crying and your breathing is still irregular you blubber, "i don't know tsukki! i'm sorry-," you sniffle, "so sorry, i didn't mean to."

he doesn't feel any guilt. "good." you cry more and more. "tell me again how sorry you are for being stupid."

"s-sorry tsukki," you hiccup.

"tell me how sorry you are for saying no," tsukishima demands you.

for the first time in awhile you look up at him, making eye contact. your eyes are red and glassy and he's getting hard just looking at you.

you unconsciously reach out to touch him, your hands weakly clutching his arm. "i don't understand tsukki."

his eyes roll but he softens his voice slightly, "i told you to come back to me when you wanted me. you said no, that was fine, but then instead of you telling me that you changed your mind and that you want me, that you want me to touch you, you didn't say anything and you have a sex dream instead."

your crying comes to a halt. "that's why you're mad?" you cautiously ask quietly.

"why else would i be? i'm not mad either i'm disappointed in you, there's a difference."

your hold on tsukishima's arm becomes tighter, more sure. "i-i'm sorry."

tsukishima leans down to tenderly wipe the remaining tears on your face that are slowly becoming dry, "good girl."

"i'm sorry." you repeat and tsukishima kisses your head.

"can- can i stay at yours tonight?" you ask him quietly and nervous that he'd say no.

he snickers under his breath and then smirks. "you should of asked me that months ago princess." he sits down on the bench next to you and pulls you a bit towarrds him so your thighs are pressed together. "did you take notes for the last class?"

you shake your head, voicing that you don't need them right now, "nnhuh" you mumble and rub your eyes. "kind of tired." crying that much always makes you tired.

"how do you expect to pass like that?" he snaps.

"you'll help me, you said you would before." you reply tiredly.

a smirk creeps on tsukishima's face, his voice lacking any bite that it had, "if you're too stupid and you can't even think for yourself that much that you need my help that bad then just say so."

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[ren4ever]

summarized: you wore another man’s jersey on the opposing team during the game, which angered your “boyfriend” (bully)

noncon, reader is clueless about their status.

You choke on his dirty fingers shoved down your mouth“s—stop!” You said almost in a hoarse yell as he preyed your hands up with his free hand pinning you on the backseat of his car.

“shut up crybaby” he leaned in closer before speaking up in a low tone “you should’ve known better”

he was absolutely pissed not only you supported his opponent during the game, you supported his nemesis; but he was your best friend so ofcourse you supported him and you can’t seem to understand why out of everyone, your bully was so worked up about it.

He ripped your jersey apart that supported the opposing team replacing it with his, leaving you bare except his jersey draping over you with your tits poking out as your eyes did the waterworks, wetting your entire face.

Fuck he loved that, not that he is an sadist or anything but my g0d when it came to you that was a different story, he licked off your salty tears on your face before forming a sly curl on his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck where he starts nibbling on it, to full blown biting, creating a visible red angry mark that matched many others scattered across your neck.

He manhandled you onto your stomach before planting your face into the car seat “l-let go off me I- I can’t bwreathh” your words went unnoticed he simply just put more pressure on your head.

“It’s all your fault for making me lose.” He angrily muttered, “This is the least you could do f’me.”

He was still fully clothed yet with his other hand he pulled oh so easily your hip upwards as he grinded his bulge against you, making him grunt in the process. “I should fuck your cute little ass” you panicked in response and shook your head no frantically but he only chuckled. he wasn’t asking.

“Then tell me why the fuck you were wearing his jersey hm?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair before pulling it up, forcing you to whine in pain.

“B-because h..he’s my bestfrien—“ you sob

“And you are my girlfriend.”