Three Students and a Baby

by cheesecakepervert

Summary:

After a night of drugs, alcohol, and a crazy good threesome, you fall pregnant...but who's the father?

Notes:

hello, this chapter contains drug and alcohol use, mildly dubious consent, and unsafe sex. Continue at your own discretion.

Chapter 1: Shoko's Friends

University has treated you well, at least that's what you tell yourself. Sure, you wished you had more friends, better grades, a social life, but at least you had what really mattered– a scholarship. Attending Jujutsu Technical University would have been impossible without it, even with the money you've saved from the job you've been working since high school. 

The little bell over the door of the coffee shop rang, jolting you out of your textbook induced trance– you weren't stupid or anything, but academics never came easy to you, so you had to hard study just to get an average grade and even harder not to lose your scholarship and due to the hours you worked, that studying usually happened on company time. In walked two customers, both tall, one with blindingly white hair and the other with long dark hair. You recognized them as Shoko, your roommate's, friends. They were regulars here, too, but you doubted they recognized you. You either weren't home or holed up in your room, probably studying, when Shoko had them over, so they barely saw you and you them. 

But, you've been meaning to ask Shoko about the black haired one in particular. He caught your eye once when you came home from a late shift. He was sitting on the couch, relaxed and laughing with his friends. You tried not to stare, but the way his smooth, porcelain skin contrasted with his long, shiny black hair drew you in. And when his amber eyes caught yours, you swore you felt the whole world stop spinning. Did you say anything to him, though? Of course not. You offered him a curt smile and awkwardly hurried off to your room like you didn't just see the most beautiful man sitting in your living room.  

"Hi, welcome to The Little Bean!" You greeted with faux cheeriness. They both acknowledged you with a nod before helping themselves to some pastries. The way the coffee shop worked allowed customers to serve themselves. The long haired one grabbed a tray and the white haired one put on some complementary gloves before walking around the shop, piling pastries from nearly every case as he did so. You watched in awe, astonished by his greed as the tower of pastries grew taller and taller and the cases emptier and emptier. You managed to pick your jaw from off the ground by the time they came to the register. 

"W-would that be for here or to go?" You asked, nervous the pastry tower would topple over onto the floor you haven't mopped yet. 

"For here, please," the black haired one said. The tower of pastries obscured most of his face from your vision, allowing you to only see the top of his head, his pretty eyes, and some of his nose. You took a mental note to take extra care of their table so you could catch better glimpses of him. 

"Any coffees or will that be all?" 

"Hmmmmm, I'll have that one," the white haired one said, pointing to the picture on the menu. It was a caramel drizzle chocolate cookie vanilla ice cream frappe that likely contained enough calories to hold one person over for a week. You tried not to cringe as you put his order into the system. You could feel his gaze burning holes into your skin as you were inputting the order. 

"Anything for you?" you asked his friend, trying to get a better look at him. 

"Black coffee, please." 

Wow. Handsome and has a mature palate you thought to yourself as you tried to contain your giggles. 

"And can I have a name for the order?" Now was your chance to learn the beautiful man's name. It had to be something equally as pretty as him, you were sure of it. 

"Gojo Satoru," the white haired one said smoothly as he handed you his credit card. 

Damn it! 

You finished their transaction and got started on their coffees as they went to take a seat. 

This would be it. You will find out his name. After mentally psyching yourself up for longer than necessary, you grabbed their drinks and headed for their table. You set the sugary frappuccino in front if the white haired man who you now know is Gojo Satoru, but you didn't think his name would be worth remembering. 

"Thanksh!" he said through a mouthful of pastry. You ignored him and turned to face the nameless handsome one. He was elegantly nibbling on one of the pastries as if he didn't like it but was eating it since it was there. 

"And here's your black coffee, sir," you said as you handed it to him. His hands brushed against yours as he grabbed the mug and you relished every millisecond his hand spent touching yours. 

"Thank you," he said warmly. 

Fuck, you still didn't get his name. 

"C-can I get you anything else? Any cream? Sugar?" 

You weren't sure how that would lead to getting his name, but you couldn't just come out and ask. That would be weird. 

He looked to his white haired friend– who was too busy double fisting some pastries and washing it down with that drink– before answering. 

"We're good, thanks." 

Damn it. 

 ...

 

Another day of working overtime left you coming home late, tired, and hungry. When you trudged through the apartment door, Shoko was already inside sitting on the couch–half watching TV, half flipping through her anatomy text book– with a cigarette hanging from her mouth. You both had conflicting opinions about her smoking inside, but you weren't home enough for yours to matter that much. 

"I'm home," you mumbled before flopping beside her on the couch. 

"Long day?" she asked, taking in your tired disposition and the overwhelming smell of coffee wafting from you. 

"Too long, but at least my overtime is paid." 

"My friends are coming over. They're bringing takeout, want anything?" 

You thought it over for a second, take out is expensive and you're broke, so you should probably scrounge up something from the freezer...but takeout sounded so much yummier.

"He's paying, by the way." 

"I'm in!" You told her your order from the burger place and she texted it to her friend. 

"So...um...are the friends that are coming the usual ones?" you asked, trying not to make it obvious that you were hoping to see the handsome nameless man. 

"Satoru and Suguru? Yeah, why?" 

"Just wondering!" you said a little too quickly. She gave you a look you couldn't quite place, but didn't say anything. 

"So...Suguru's the one with the long, black hair?" 

"Yup," she said after taking a puff from her cigarette. 

"Cool, cool, coooool. I'm gonna go change out of my work clothes." 

You hurried into the bathroom, shed your work clothes, and hopped into the shower. You shaved your legs, then your armpits, and even your lady bits in case you were to get lucky tonight. You hurriedly moisturized with your best smelling lotion– vanilla and doused your body with an expensive cherry perfume your wallet was still recovering from. 

You stumbled into the living room once you finally threw together a decent outfit– a tank top and some jeans that flattered your figure– only to see the two from earlier on your couch and Shoko in the kitchen. She came out with a stack of paper plates and sat in one of the beanbag chairs. 

"Guys, this is my roommate," she said, introducing you by name, "And this is Gojo Satoru, and this is Geto Suguru." 

"Hi!" you said awkwardly. 

"Hey, it's you!" Gojo said, "The cute girl from the coffee shop." 

A look of recognization came across Geto's face and he smiled at you. Butterflies immediately started tearing up your stomach as heat bloomed across your face. You sat in the only available spot on the couch which was unfortunately next to Gojo. There was nothing wrong with him– well, other than the fact he was wearing sunglasses inside...at night–, he was really good looking and seemed quite friendly, but you wanted to sit next to Geto. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your shoulder caught you off guard and you looked to Shoko for help, but she just raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. 

He leaned down toward you, his expensive looking sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose just enough for you to see his bright, sky blue eyes. Okay, maybe he was kinda cute, too. 

"You smell nice," he said low enough for only you to hear. Your breath caught in your throat as your face nearly burst into flames. 

"...Thanks?" 

Shit, where was Shoko finding these guys?! 

"Let's eat!" He said, removing his arm from around you and reaching for the bag of food like nothing happened. Everyone began eating as casual conversation floated around between bites of food. Despite how hungry you were when you came home, your stomach was now too knotted to eat. Free food should never go to waste, though, so you nibbled on your burger anyway. 

"So, what's your major," Geto asked. 

Finally, an opportunity to speak to him. You leaned forward so you could look at him without Gojo blocking your vision. 

"Biology, what's yours?"

"Anthropology," he answered before eating a fry. You wished you were that french fry. 

"Wait that's so cool! I'm planning on taking an anthropology class next semester." You really weren't, but you figured being in the same class as him would be a great way to get him to fall for you. 

"I'm taking Professor Kimura's early human civilizations class next semester. You should, too."

"Yeah! Um, yeah, I-I'll check it out." 

"Aren't you gonna ask me what my major is?" Gojo asked as he crept into your personal space. You weren't on the clock anymore so you sighed and rolled your eyes before deciding to humor him. 

"What is your major, Gojo?" you asked, sarcasm dripping from your words. Geto and Shoko stifled their laughs at your tone. 

"Finance!" 

You gave him a noncommittal hum before finishing off your burger. 

"Anyway," Shoko wiped off her hands before continuing, "Suguru and Satoru's frat's having a party tonight, you wanna come with us?" 

Your head snapped in their direction. "You guys are in a frat?" 

"Yeah, JuJu Upsilon," Geto clarified. 

"I'm the president," Gojo bragged. 

You tried not to cringe. You had an aversion to greek life that was born entirely from what you saw in movies and read in books and based off absolutely no real life experience. Still, that didn't make Geto any less attractive to you. I mean, it makes sense that he would be in a frat, right? Gojo being in a frat made sense and Geto seemed to be close to him. 

"Oh," you looked to Shoko for no reason other than not knowing what else to say.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have fun." 

... 

 

You were not having fun. Albeit, you just got there, but you could already tell you were too sober to enjoy the crowded frat house so full of people it seemed impossible to even dance. The amount of people made it so humid that Gojo's sunglasses were fogged up.

"C'mon, let's go pregame in my room," Gojo said. 

"Pregame? We're already here," Shoko commented. 

"Our stuff is better than the shit they have out here," Geto offered as he guiding everyone up the stairs. Despite the copious amounts of body heat in the house, your face felt warm as Geto guided you through the house with his hand on the small of your back. 

It was easier to breathe upstairs now that the air was thinner, cooler, and didn't smell like hormonal young adults. You followed Gojo and Shoko into his room and Geto shut the door behind everyone. Gojo's room was pretty nice, which made sense since he's the president and all. The walls were decorated with various posters– some digimon, some pokémon, some  slightly raunchy ones you didn't recognize–, led lights gave the entire room a nice blue hue that matched his bedsheets. His desk was messily organized with textbooks and papers scrawled with financial jargon you didn't understand.

You saw movement in the corner of your eye and watched as Geto unceremoniously flopped onto one of Gojo's giant beanbag chairs. You tried not to laugh as the thing nearly swallowed him whole. Shoko nearly dove into the other one and Gojo took the loveseat. You stood around awkwardly, not knowing where you'd be allowed to sit. Both Gojo and Shoko patted the empty spaces in their respective seats. You joined Shoko in the beanbag and swore you saw Gojo pouting in your peripheral vision. 

"Oh yeah! Drinks!" Gojo got up and grabbed some bottles from the mini fridge in the corner of his room. Vodka, you saw they were once he got closer. Gojo took a swig from the bottle like it was water before handing it off to Shoko. She did the same, but cringed at the burn then passed it to you. 

"Oh, I have work tomorrow," you lied before passing it off to Geto. You didn't have work tomorrow, the thought of doing shots with no chaser just made you cringe. Gojo took the bottle back and took another swig. Geto reached underneath his bean bag and pulled out a bag of gummies. 

"Hey, those are mine!" 

Geto ignored his white haired friend and pulled two from the bag before popping them into his mouth. He handed the bag of what you were assuming to be edibles to you. Maybe you should've asked how many milligrams were in each gummy before you popped one into your mouth, but you weren't thinking. Shoko, who was now going drink for drink with Gojo, refused the bag, saying something about not wanting to get crossed. 

"Let's play some games!" Gojo cheered. His face was tinged pink and his stance was unbalanced. He eventually gave up on trying to stand and flopped back down into the loveseat. 

"What games?" Shoko asked. She was holding her liquor was better than Gojo, but you could tell she was probably itching for a cigarette by now.  

"Truth or daaaare?" Gojo suggested while looking cheekily at you. You hid behind Shoko's shoulders, out of fear or embarrassment, you weren't sure. 

"That's so boring. What about uno?" Geto suggested.

"Yeah!" You and Shoko agreed simultaneously. Gojo pouted but gave in anyway. Geto grabbed the game from Gojo's dresser and shuffled the cards. Shuffling isn't all that impressive, but when Geto did it, it was the coolest thing in the world– especially since he could do the bridge riffle. When he caught you watching him with awe, he winked at you. He dealt the cards and you all began playing. You won the first few rounds, which led to Shoko accusing you of cheating and Gojo constantly trying to take a peek at your cards. Geto won the next round, most likely because he was looking at Gojo's cards through the reflection of his sunglasses. 

"Noooow truth or dare?" Gojo asked after about an hour of back to back rounds of uno.

"Were those edibles you gave me earlier?" you asked Geto. 

"Yeah. My edibles," Gojo blurted before Geto could say anything. 

"Well they suck! It's been like hours and I don't feel anything."

"It's only been about seventy minutes, want another one?" Geto asked, not knowing you'd take anything he offered you. You nodded and he tossed you the bag. 

"Sure, just eat all my shit," Gojo complained to deaf ears. 

"Utahime's here!" Shoko announced to which Gojo rolled his eyes. That name sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. 

"I'm gonna go hang with her, you wanna come?" she asked you. 

"Noooo, hang with us," Gojo playfully pleaded. Surely "us" included Geto, so now you had to stay. Shoko told you to text her if you needed anything and left. Gojo didn't hesitate to hop into her spot in your shared beanbag. He took up significantly more room than Shoko did, leaving no space between you two. Usually you'd push him off or just change seats all together, but you just stayed there. Maybe it was because he smelled really nice or maybe it was the way his pretty eyes were captivating you from beneath his sunglasses or maybe you were just too fascinated by the way you could see the outline of his abs through his compression shirt but it could've just been because he was so warm and you were practically melting into him and the beanbag. 

"We should play Mario Kart," Gojo suggested as he made his was to his unnecessarily large TV, leaving you to melt further into the beanbag. 

"You coming?" Geto asked, jolting you awake from a sleep you weren't aware you were falling into.  

"Yeah," you called out as you struggled to get up from the beanbag. Hell, you could barely lift your head up seeing as it felt so heavy. You reached your heavy– but not as heavy– arm out to grab onto the air to pull yourself up, but that didn't work, so you let it fall back to your side. You giggled at your fruitless attempt causing the boys to look in your direction. 

"You good?" Geto asked, a knowing smirk on his face. 

"I'm sinking!" you giggled as the beanbag chair was slowly swallowing you. Your knight in shining black hair came over and helped you up from the chair. His warm touch sent even more warmth flowing throughout your body. He helped you down onto the floor between him and Gojo. Gojo was sat on the floor, criss cross applesauce with the controller in hand, staring at the character select screen. Geto picked up his controller and began looking for a character to play as. You leaned over to Gojo, but couldn't keep your balance and ended up slumping onto his shoulder instead. 

"You should play as Rosalina cuz you look just like her," you loudly whispered. 

"I do not!" Gojo argued through stifled laughter. 

"I kinda see it," Geto chuckled. 

You watched as they raced, the bright, vibrant colors on the screen captivating you. You pushed yourself off  Gojo and leaned onto Geto, like a cat cozying up to its owner. He smelled really good, too, like manly vanilla and cleanliness. And his hair, which was tickling your face, smelled like shampoo. 

"Mmm you smell sooooo yummy," you mumbled. 

"Thanks," he laughed, still focused on beating Gojo. He had the lead and has for a while now, but at the last second, he surpassed him and took first place. 

"Damn it," he cursed to himself. 

"She plays winner! Give her your controller, loser," Gojo teased, blowing a raspberry at Geto. 

"I don't think she can play," Geto said looking down at you. You were already looking up at him. He looked so beautiful in the dim blue light of Gojo's room. His scleras were tinted red beneath his half lidded eyes that met yours through his long, straight lashes. He tilted your chin up to get a better at you. Your scleras were also red and eyelids heavy on your face. The strap of your tank too slid down your shoulder giving him a better view of your cleavage that was pressed against his arm that he was already trying– albeit not very hard– to not look at. 

"Yeah? Why not?" Gojo asked. 

"She's stoned as fuck." 

"Me?" you giggled, "I'm not high! You're high." 

 

"I- yeah, I am-"

"I'm drunk as fuck and I still kicked your ass. Let her play!" 

You tilted your head all the way back to look at Gojo who was now upside down, at least from your perspective. 

"Why're you still wearin' those glasses when we're inside? At night. In a dark room." 

 "You want me to take 'em off?" he teased. You gave him a hum of approval and he actually took off his glasses. You didn't mean to, but you audibly said "woah" upon getting to see those bright baby blues again. 

Gojo smirked, "Anything else I should take off?" 

You couldn't stop the uncontrollable giggles that fell from your lips. 

"Do you have any water, I'm thirsty," you didn't wait for an answer and just crawled over Geto's lap to the mini fridge.  He couldn't help but take peek at your ass which looked oh so perfect in those jeans, however, Gojo was staring shamelessly. 

You finally found a bottle of water and chugged it like your life depended on it, ignoring the way it spilled down your shirt. 

"Bring the vodka when you come back!" Gojo called out. 

You grabbed the bottle and held it in your hand as you walked back on your knees. You went to hand him the bottle but ended up losing your balance instead, knocking him over and landing on top of him. 

He looked up at you, his pretty blue eyes entrapping you in his gaze, but his eyes didn't stay on your face for long and drifted down your neck that was looking to bitable, your collarbones that were elegantly sexy, before stopping at your breasts that were close to spilling out of your thin little tank top. 

Fuck, he thought you were hot the first time he's ever stepped foot in your coffee shop, but he wasn't gonna do anything about that, not since you were Shoko's friend. It was probably the combination of you on top of him looking at him with those fuck me eyes and all the vodka pooling in his system, but none of that stuff mattered right now. He had to have you, even if it was just tonight in a drunken stupor. Either of his hands cupped your face and pulled you down to meet his lips. His tongue feverishly slid into your mouth as his hands slid under the waistband of your jeans. You gasped in shock but melted into the kiss anyway. This is what college is about, right–making out with a guy you met today at a random party? His warm hands groped your ass as you ground your aching clit against his hardening dick. 

Suguru watched as his best friend made out with the girl that's been eyeing him all day. He couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy he felt. He should be happy for his friend, especially since girls tend to gravitate to him instead, but this just felt wrong. Not just because you both were intoxicated, not just because you were Shoko's friend and roommate, but because Satoru cut the line. If you wanted to make out with both of them tonight, whatever, but at the very least he should've been first. He grabbed the discarded vodka bottle and took a few gulps. Sure it burned and tasted disgusting, but at the moment he'd do anything to drown out the sounds of his best friend whimpering as he dry humped you. 

You pulled away from Gojo whose face was flushed as he caught his breath. You pulled his hand out from your pants and crawled over to Geto, giving him the perfect view of down your shirt. This is what college is really about– bagging two hot guys in one night. You climbed onto him and straddled his lap before running your fingers through his silky hair. It ran through your fingers like water. 

"You look at me with those fuck me eyes all night then go and make out with my best friend? In front of me?" 

You twirl a chunk of his hair around your finger. "He made a move...unlike you." 

"So you just accept anyone who'll make the first move?" 

You tangled your fingers in his hair before giving it a good pull, forcing his head back. A moan he didn't mean to let out escaped, but he felt no shame after seeing the way it made you smile.

"If they look like you, maybe." 

"Just maybe?" 

"Wanna see if you make the cut?" 

He surprised you by picking you up– bottle of vodka still in hand– and standing up like you weighed nothing. He tossed you onto Gojo's king sized bed and climbed over you, his hair surrounding you like a curtain. With his thumb, he guided your mouth open by your chin. He took a sip of vodka and held it in his mouth as he tiled your head back. He spat the vodka into your mouth, letting it slowly fill your mouth by a slow stream. Geto kissed you, tongue first, after you swallowed the cool liquid, tasting your mouth all over. His mouth pulled away from yours, earning a sad whimper from you, but when you felt his lips on your neck you calmed down. He started with gentle kisses that turned into licks, allowing you to feel his tongue piercing you didn't notice earlier. His lick turned into a bite and it hurt so nicely once he began sucking hickeys into your skin. 

"Ah! Geto," you moaned upon feeling his large hand squeeze your breast through your shirt. 

"Suguru," he corrected as he tweaked your nipple between his finger and thumb. Your tank top– as cute as it was– was in his way so he wasted no time yanking it from over your head. He blindly tossed it aside, too focused on ogling your bare breasts. Before he could move on, you tugged at the hem of his baggy Jujutsu Tech crewneck sweater, eager to see what he was hiding under it. He let you pull it off him and toss it aside. Your breath caught in your throat upon seeing his body, his abs chiseled as if they were sculpted from stone, his biceps so large you were shocked he could hide them beneath that sweater. The contrast of his raven black hair cascading down his pale skin was nothing short of artistic. You reached for the waistband of his athletic pants, eager to free his obvious boner. He smirked at your eagerness and made quick work of shedding his pants, but not his boxers. He cupped your chin in his hand and tiled your head to look at him, your pleading eyes meeting his lust darkened ones.

"What is it you want, baby?" he asked. 

"You. Wanna make you feel good." 

"Are you guys seriously about to have sex in my bed without inviting me?" Gojo sassed from the foot of the bed. You had honestly forgotten he was there. 

"You want him to join? If not we can go to my room instead" 

To hell with it, how often does the opportunity to have a threesome with two of the hottest guys you've seen present itself?  

"Sure, he can join." 

You felt the mattress dip as Gojo made his way over to you. His shirt was already off and sweatpants were hanging dangerously low on his hips. 

"What do you want, Satoru? Her mouth or her pussy?" 

You hated how the way he was talking over you like you were just some object turned you on even more. 

"Ohhh, are we taking her to Paris?" The boys shared a smirk, ignoring the way you gave each of them confused looks 

"Dibs on her mouth!"

Suguru pulled your jeans and underwear off in one go, leaving you fully exposed before the two barely clothed guys. Gojo helped you onto all fours leaving you face to face with the hard on tenting his pants and Suguru behind you. Gojo pulled his pants down enough to free his cock. He had a nice cock– pale pink, circumsized, with a red tip that was leaking precum, and yes, the carpet did match the drapes. Gojo smeared the head against your lips, mixing his precum with your lipgloss. You scrounged up as much spit in your mouth as you could– there wasn't much since being high tended to dry your mouth out, but there was enough– and spat into your hand before stroking Gojo's shaft. 

"Ah, fuck! Put a little more pressure, baby, yeah, jus' like that, Oh god!" 

You took him as far into your mouth as you could, but he's a big guy, so you had to stroke the left over space with your hand. From behind, you felt Suguru slide his tip across your dripping folds, occasionally teasing your poor, neglected clit. You moaned around Gojo's cock at the feeling of Suguru slowly stretching you open with his tip. 

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight." 

Suguru tightly gripped your hips as he bottomed out, filling you all the way up. He began thrusting into you, hard and deep, causing your ass to jiggle so deliciously that he couldn't help but smack it a few times. The first one was light, somewhat experimental to test if you were even into that stuff. When he heard a little whimper from you at the first smack, he went harder– to the point he was leaving hand prints. You nearly screamed around Gojo as your eyes rolled back. 

"Holy shit, you look so hot filled with our cocks." Gojo fished his phone out from his pants pocket and snapped a quick photo. You were too high– on dick and marijuana– to care. Hell, you might've even smiled if your mouth wasn't occupied. 

"Send me that." 

"Nah, I'm gatekeeping this." 

Suguru flipped him off before thrusting even harder into you, his grip on your hips almost bruising. Gojo was deteriorating into a flushed mess of moans as his orgasm approached, dick twitching in your mouth.

"Fuuuck, you're doing so good, but I-"  he couldn't finish his sentence before grabbing your hair and fucking your face, forcing you to deepthroat him. You gagged a couple of times as his tip beat the back of your throat, mascara tears flowing down your face as you struggled to keep snot from escaping your nose. Suguru, too, was close to the finish line. His thrusts started to grow sloppy and it didn't help that you'd purposely squeeze his cock every now and then. The black haired man wasn't nearly as vocal as his white haired friend, but he'd let a breathy moan escape once in a while and it was music to your ears. 

"Nghh, I'm...'mgonna cum," Suguru grunted. 

"Ahh, me too!" 

The two boys high fived each other over your head as they reached their climaxes. Gojo was the first, filling your mouth with loads of his hot cum, followed by Geto who filled your cunt with his seed, not a care in the world about any consequences that could arise from that. 

"Don' swallow yet," Gojo requested. He pulled out from your mouth and cupped your jaw in his hand. 

"Say ahh." 

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, Gojo's cum all on display, some of it dripping down onto his duvet. 

"Shit, you're gonna make me hard again." He snapped a picture, accidentally blinding you with the flash for which he quickly apologized for. 

"Now you can swallow." Which you did as if you were his obedient little bitch. 

Suguru pulled out next, leaving you feeling cold and empty as his hot cum slowly spilled from your puffy cunt. Gojo tossed him the phone. 

"Take a pic." He spread your sensitive lips with his fingers and took a few pictures from different angles. 

"Now I want her pussy." 

"Good, cause I want her mouth." 

You were nearly ready to let this soft, squishy mattress consume you whole, but apparently they had other plans. At least your ass would be safe...for now.

"Aw, thirsty, babe?" Gojo asked, taking in your slightly sweaty face and the way you struggling to catch your breath. You nodded, prompting him to grab the vodka bottle from the nightstand.  

"She likes it when you spit into her mouth," Suguru chimed in. 

That gave Gojo pause. He wasn't sure if he should be disgusted or find that hot...but he wouldn't know until he tried. He drank some first, chasing that nice alcoholic buzz, before filling his mouth with the liquor. You eagerly opened your mouth wide and Gojo let the vodka pour from his into yours. You swallowed and showed him your now empty mouth. 

"Holy shit." He looked up at Suguru who was already giving him a knowing smirk. 

The two of them adjusted your position to have you laying on the edge of the mattress with your head dangling off it. You stared at Suguru's heavy balls and his hardening cock as Gojo fitted himself between your legs. You opened your mouth, eager to please that same dick that just stretched you open. He gave it a few strokes until it was fully hard before sheathing himself inside your mouth. 

Gojo spread your legs wide, stopping to admire your stiffened clit and swollen lips that glistened with your arousal and his best friend's cum. He lined his tip with your needy hole before sliding in easily. You knew he was big from the way he had you gagging minutes ago, but he felt so much bigger once he was inside your pussy. From the way he watched Suguru fuck you, he could tell you liked it rough, so he didn't spare you any mercy before pounding you into the mattress, earning a symphony of garbled moans from your busy mouth. He watched in awe as your tits bounced in unison with both of their thrusts, so eager to be sucked. But your poor clit, she needed some attention, too. He rubbed your clit in tight little circles, causing you to clench around him and moan around Suguru's cock. 

Suguru was close again. Strings of curses fell from his mouth as he roughly fucked your face, admiring the bulge of his dick down your throat. The vibrations of your moans around him almost made him lose control of his movements. You reached up and began fondling his balls, helping him closer to his climax. 

"Ohmyfuckinggod," he slurred, head thrown back in ecstasy. If you could see him now you probably would've came in an instant. 

"You were made for this, baby. Shit, where should I cum?" 

"Cum on her tits!" 

Your toes curled as your own orgasm rapidly approached. Gojo's thrusts were hitting your spot perfectly each time. He wished so badly to see your fucked out face right now, he was sure it'd make a great picture. Your cunt squeezed Gojo, white hot pleasure blinding you as you came. 

"Nngh fuck, babe you're 'bout to milk me dry," he slurred before stuffing you full of more of his cum. Suguru pulled out at the last second, finishing himself off with a few hurried strokes before painting your tits white with ropes of his hot cum. He fumbled around for the phone and snapped a photo of you, sprawled out on the bed covered in cum with Gojo's dick still inside of you. You whimpered when Gojo finally pulled out, missing the feelings of warmth and fullness. 

...

When you woke up, your head was pounding and your eyes were so dry you could hardly blink. The room was so full of sunlight that only worsened the pain behind your eyes. You covered your eyes with your hands, searching for some kind of liberation from the light. When you felt fabric on your face instead of your hands, you looked down and realized you were in Suguru's sweater from last night. 

You pulled back the covers and forced yourself out of Gojo's bed. Upon looking down you realized you were in his sweatpants, too. How nice, buy where were your clothes? There, laying at the foot of the bed were your tank top, jeans and underwear, and shoes. You slipped your shoes onto your feet before rummaging around your pants for your phone. It was dead. 

Shit! You had no idea what you were gonna tell Shoko when you got back. If you could even find your way back. 

The door swung open and in walked a sweaty, shirtless Gojo who you assumed just finished a workout. 

"Oh, you're finally awake. I was gonna call the coroner if you didn't get up soon." 

"Coroner? What time is it?" 

"Almost one." 

Your jaw dropped, but you quickly shut it. If your breath smelled as bad as it tasted, you didn't need Gojo catching a whiff. 

"C'mon, I'll take you to your apartment." 

You opened your mouth to say something, but a wave of nausea came over you. 

"Bathroom?" you blurted, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. 

"The next door over to the right!" You hurried out and he sighed in relief that vomit wasn't added to the list of bodily fluids he needs to wash out of his sheets. 

You slammed the door shut and locked it behind you before spilling your guts into the toilet. The bathroom was surprisingly clean for one belonging to a frat house. You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, then splashed water on your face and rinsed out your mouth that tasted even worse after throwing up. 

You knew it was impolite, but you opened the medicine cabinet in search for toothpaste. You squeezed some of the minty paste onto your finger before licking it off. You chewed it up, swished it around with some water and spat it out. Your mouth was still gross tasting, but significantly less gross. A win's a win. 

"I'm ready to go," you told Gojo upon reentering his room. 

"Woah, why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, referring to your eyes that were almost squinted shut.

"It's too bright everywhere." 

"Oh, here." 

He took his sunglass off and put them on you. If you didn't feel like stepped on dog shit, you might've smiled at the gesture. 

"Let's go!"

You followed him to his car–a Bentley, of course– and he opened the door for you. He didn't strike you as the gentlemanly type. The short ride was mostly silent. Not only were you not in the mood for conversation, but you were also trying not to throw up all over his fancy car. 

"Soooo, do you mind not telling Shoko about last night?" He asked once he pulled in front of your building. 

You didn't even care to ask why, you were just eager to shower, brush your teeth, and go to bed. 

"Sure, thanks for the ride." 

 

Chapter 2: I'm...WHAT?

Summary:

After finding out you're pregnant, you return to the scene of the crime–the Juju Upsilon frat house.

It's been a little over a month since you've seen Shoko's friends. You weren't avoiding them or anything, you've just been busy. If they were avoiding you, you didn't notice.

Wait...could they be avoiding you?

They haven't been to the coffee shop since that night now that you think about it. That shouldn't bother you, though, and it doesn't...at least that's what you've been telling yourself. Their absence only bothered you because Gojo always left a tip, yeah, that's it.

You probably won't even see them today, you thought as you got ready for your 5 AM shift. You hated working 5 AMs and always found it stupid that any business would open that early, but you ate your words when you noticed you still got heaps of customers that early in the morning. This morning, you were barely even able to get up despite having gone to bed early, in fact, you've been really tired a lot lately.

"Good morning, sweetie," your boss said. She was a cute little old lady who radiated nothing but kindness and sunshine, that was actually what you admired most about her, but today, for some reason, it pissed you off.

"Morning," you grumbled as you tied on your apron. You trudged your way to the register and plastered on your fake smile, ready to face annoying customers for the day. Speak of the devil, one lady just came through the door.

"I'll have an iced brown sugar espresso. Shaken. No ice," she said before you could even offer your corporate mandated spiel. You punched in her total, she paid, and you got to work on her order. The smell of coffee almost instantly flooded the entire shop and it disgusted you to the point of nausea. Normally you wouldn't mind the smell and eventually grew blind to it a few hours into the shift, but today you couldn't handle it. Your mouth filled with thin saliva before you gagged. You hurried off to the bathroom and dry heaved over the garbage can a couple of times but nothing came out. That was weird, but at least you were able to get able to get away from that awful smell for a few minutes.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" Your boss asked.

"Yeah, just a little tummy trouble is all."

"Well, why don't you go home and get some rest, hm?"

"Oh, no, I'll be fine," you said unconvincingly.

"I don't want you spreading whatever it is you have to the customers."

Message received. You hung up your apron, grabbed your bag and left. The sun was starting to rise once you got on the bus, day barely starting and you already felt like shit. As you watched the scenery zoom by, your head started to spin and the bus felt more like a boat. You screwed your eyes shut and put your hands down in your head until your stop was announced.

"I'm home," you grumbled as you kicked off your shoes. Shoko was probably still asleep, after all it was barely 7 AM. Too dizzy and fatigued to go to your room, you opted to pass out on the couch.

...

The smell of coffee filled your nose and overwhelmed your body with nausea, forcing you awake. You sat up and through your bleary eyes you could Shoko brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen.

"Shoko," you whined, "can you open a window or something? This smell is making me sick."

"What smell? My coffee?"

You nodded.

"You come home smelling like this almost every day, but sure," she said as she opened the kitchen window.

That made no difference, in fact you felt like you were about to throw up again. You stumbled to the bathroom, dizziness making it difficult to walk straight. Your stomach was still empty, so, once again, nothing came out when you dry heaved.

"Are you feeling alright?" Shoko asked once you emerged from the bathroom. The area now only smelled faintly of coffee and mostly of sanitizing spray.

"I feel like shit." You flopped back down onto the couch, still feeling tired but not sleepy.

"What are your symptoms?" She came over to the couch and sat on the cushion farthest from you.

You rolled your eyes at your roommate. "You're a second year pre-med student. Why are you trying to diagnose me?"

"Better than going all the way to the doctor. What are your symptoms."

"My head hurts, I'm dizzy, smelling coffee makes my tummy hurt, I'm always tired, and I feel fat."

"Hmmm, when was your last period?"

"Pfff, I dunno?"

She sighed. "What do you mean you 'don't know'?"

"It's always been irregular so I just don't bother tracking it. It comes when it comes and it's been a few months since."

"Well then, maybe that's it. Your period's about to start."

"Yay me..."

...

The next morning you decided to call in sick to work. You still felt like shit, but at least now you knew why. You woke up with some mild cramping and saw blood spotting in your underwear, thus concluding Shoko was right. Your diagnosis was menstruation. After throwing up, you brushed your teeth and joined Shoko in the living room.

"You were right, Shoko, it's just my period," you announced.

"Yet you doubted me."

You felt bad about that. You didn't mean to not believe in her, you knew she was super smart and all she wanted to do was help. Yet here you were, being a bad friend. A lump clogged your throat and tears burned your eyes.

"You're right. I'm so s-sorry!" you sobbed.

"What? I was just messing with you! Are you okay?" She hurried over to you and captured you in a hug as you soaked her shirt with your tears.

"I do believe in you! Y-you're gonna be the greatest doctor ever one day."

"Um...thank you?" She rubbed your back soothingly until your sobs died down into sniffles.

"Do you usually have mood swings like this on your period?" She asked once she pulled away from the hug.

"No, why?"

"That um...outburst seemed out of character is all."

"First time for everything I guess?"

"What's your period usually like?"

"My god, Shoko, what's with the medical questionnaire?! I already told you you're right!" you snapped. "Sorry," you quickly apologized after seeing the look on her face, "It's usually a week long and pretty heavy with cramps the first few days."

"What's it like now?"

"Well...nothing since the light spotting I saw earlier."

Shoko's eyes widened and she nearly dropped her red bull can. You looked at her, waiting for an explanation to that reaction.

"You threw up this morning, I heard you."

"So?"

"And you've been dizzy with mood swings and you suddenly can't stand the smell of coffee."

"I'm aware."

"And you're fatigued all the time lately..."

"Can you get to the point? You're making me anxious!"

"You might be pregnant..."

You froze, waiting to see her smile and say it was a joke, but that never came, so you laughed instead.

"I'm not pregnant. I can't be!"

"Hmm, I did forget to ask about your sex life."

"That's not what I meant. My mom had fertility issues. She and my dad blew all their money on IVF to have me and that's why we're so poor now. That and my grandma also struggled to conceive. I'm probably the same way with my irregular periods."

"Well if you've never been tested you can't be sure about that."

"Shoko, relax. I'm not pregnant."

"Only a pregnancy test can determine that and I'm gonna go buy a few right now."

You scoffed. "This is probably just a stomach bug or something. You're overreacting!" Your words fell on deaf ears as she was already halfway out the door.

…

"Well?" Shoko sat in the empty bathtub as you paced around the bathroom waiting for the results to show up on the many different brands of pregnancy tests.

"Twenty-six more seconds."

The alarm on your phone went off, freezing you in your place.

"I can't look. I'm too scared."

"Then I'll look, Miss 'I'm not pregnant." She climbed out of the tub and walked over to the sink where all the tests rested.

"Oh my god, you are pregnant."

"You're lying."

"Come see for yourself then."

Nervously, you approached the counter and looked down at the tests. The very visible double lines on each test brought tears to your eyes. The world didn't stop spinning, in fact, it spun faster, so fast that your eyes couldn't focus on anything and your vision blurred. Shoko screaming your name was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

A blurry version of Shoko's face was the first thing you saw once you woke up on the bathroom floor.

"Hey, you passed out. You okay?" she asked.

"I...I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna get you some water."

Shoko left you alone in the bathroom with your thoughts, with the heavy fact that you were pregnant at nineteen and unsure who your baby's father was. You couldn't raise a baby on a part-time coffee shop salary while pursuing a Bachelor's degree. That'd be nearly impossible. Besides, what if the father didn't want any part in this, you'd be completely on your own. You knew your parents wouldn't support this, and you had no other friends than Shoko. But somehow...none of this made you want to not keep it. Having kids was never something you thought possible, given your family's history with fertility struggles. You never allowed yourself to include having kids in any of your hopes and dreams for the future. Maybe that should've deterred you from wanting one, but now that one was on the way, it felt like a miracle and you didn't want to let it go. Especially because if you did, you weren't sure you'd be able to make it happen again. So even if this was something you'd have to go through completely alone, you would do it.

Minutes later, Shoko came back with a glass of cold water and sat on the floor beside you.

"Who...who's the father?"

Before you could answer, Gojo's words floated through your mind. Do you mind not telling Shoko about last night? You didn't want to find out if knowing that you fucked both her best friends in one night would ruin your friendship with her, or even her friendship with them. That was something you didn't need on your plate right now, but you couldn't keep it a secret forever, so you told her the truth.

"I'm not sure..." She rested her head on your shoulder, offering you some sort of comfort. "All I know is who it could be."

"Well, whoever it is, you should let him know."

"Y-yeah." You rested your head on hers, grateful that she didn't pry for details.

...

You didn't have Geto's number or Gojo's which left you no way to contact them. You could ask Shoko, but that might raise suspicion given what she already knows. So, you were gonna find them the only way you could– by going to the Juju Upsilon frat house.

You felt like you should let them know sooner rather than later. Whether it was because you felt it was the right thing to do or just so you could get the weight of this knowledge off your chest, you didn't know or care. They had a right to know.

The house was a 5 minute drive away, but that translated to an hour long walk. Thankfully, a lot of the nausea and dizziness subsided–for now, which made the walk easier, especially with the many breaks you took at each bench you came across. You were resting, not stalling! After almost am hour and a half later, you were face to face with the Juju Upsilon house's large double doors. You weren't nervous before, but now, as you stared at the doorbell, your hands began to sweat as your heart rapidly beat against your ribs. After taking a deep breath, you finally rang the doorbell.

Seconds that felt like hours passed by before someone finally opened the door and thankfully that someone was Gojo. His entire demeanor changed from relaxed to cheerful once he saw it was you.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" he said before pulling you into a big hug. That took you off guard, but it gave you some relief to know he wasn't avoiding you.

"Suguru and I went by the coffee shop the other day, but you weren't there."

"Oh, I haven't been to work for a few days now. Um, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure. Come in." He stepped aside and held the door open for you. You were able to get a better look at the house now that it was daytime and empty. It was actually quite nice.

"We can go to my room." He grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs.

"Is Geto here, too?" You asked once the two of you were in his room.

"He's in class right now, but it should be over soon."

"I..." your heart was racing, nervous about the news you were soon to deliver, "I need to talk to him, too, so maybe I should come back another time." You headed for the door, but Gojo gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Just wait here, he won't be long."

"O-okay." You stood there awkwardly like you did the first time you were in here. Unsure if you should take a seat somewhere and too afraid to look Gojo in the eyes– even though they were covered by his sunglasses. Gojo flopped onto his bed and patted the space beside him, inviting you to do the same. Shyly, you sat next to him on the edge of the bed– your posture rigid.

"Hey, you good?" Gojo asked, sensing your nervousness.

No, you were not. Your spine was so stiff you were sure it could snap any second, hands shaking so much that you had to fold them in your lap, and your heart would not slow down.

"Mhm!" you were sure if you opened your mouth to say words you'd start crying.

"Then relax." He wrapped his arms around you before laying back down into the mattress, pulling you down with him. He held you close to him and began pressing lingering kisses to your neck. You wanted to enjoy it, you really did, but you couldn't get past the elephant in the room that decided your chest was the best place to sit. You put your hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. He immediately stopped, but still held you in his arms, which was actually somewhat comforting, so you allowed it.

"Sorry, I thought you came to relive that night with me and Suguru."

Memories of that night flashed through your head like a movie. You averted your gaze from him as heat creeped up the back of your neck.

"Maybe another time."

"What did you wanna talk to me about anyway?"

"I...Let's just wait for Geto to get back so I don't have to repeat myself."

"Noooo, I wanna know now! What's this secret you're hiding?" He poked your cheek with his pointer finger, earning a small giggle from you. Gojo's playful demeanor honestly helped alleviate some of your nerves.

"Am I really hiding a secret if I came over to tell you?"

"Hmmmm, fair point. So tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Is Geto almost here?"

Gojo sighed and rolled over to grab his phone. You peeked over his shoulder as he checked Geto's location– it said he was 5 minutes away and showed him heading this way. Only 5 minutes until you had to deliver ground breaking, Earth shattering, life altering news. No biggie.

"What, am I that boring or something?"

"Eh, just a bit."

"Yeah? I'll show you boring!" His hands moved to your neck and his long fingers began tickling you, well, trying to at least. You just laid there like a fresh corpse.

"I'm not ticklish."

"What, no such thing." He moved to tickle your armpits, but to no avail.

"Are you ticklish?" Gojo tried to move away but you were faster. Your dainty fingers tickled his neck, sending him into a fit of laughter. He had a cute laugh. He tried to escape your hands, but you wouldn't let him. In that moment you were only experiencing joy with nothing else on your mind and it felt nice, freeing even.

"Am I interrupting something?" Geto asked, leaning against the now open doorway. Your laughter stopped almost instantly, his arrival reminding you of the real reason you came here. You sat up and adjusted your skirt, something to help you feel like you've regained some of your composure.

"Suguru! Somebody here has big news for us," he said, theatrically gesturing toward you.

"Oh, it's been a while since we've last seen you," he commented, coming over to sit on the other side of you.

"Yeah, sorry, I've been working a lot."

You were now staring at your shoes, admiring how cute they were like you've never seen them before.

"I think I might actually explode soon if you don't tell us this big secret!"

"Big secret? What big secret? I wanna know!"

"Um," you started, voice already shaky and heartbeat going a mile a minute. They both leaned closer, making your nerves even worse. A lump formed in your throat as hot tears burned your eyes. "I..."

The two boys exchanged an awkward glance, unsure– almost even scared– of what was about to come out of your mouth.

"I'm pregnant!" You sobbed. You weren't even able to take a look at either boy's reaction as tears streamed down your face. Your loud sobs overpowered the overwhelming silence of the room.

"W-what? Why...why are you telling us this? Is this baby one of...ours?" Geto asked, voice now equally as shaky.

"Is this some kind of sick prank? A-are you sure it's even one of ours?!" Gojo added.

Their reactions weren't unexpected, but they did make you cry even harder. You wiped at your tears with your sweater sleeves as you tried to stop crying.

"You guys were the first guys I've had sex with in over a year a-and the only people I've slept with since," you explained.

"Fuck," Gojo cursed before taking a deep breath, "you sure it's not a false positive? Those happen sometimes, right?"

"I took like five tests and they were all positive."

"Damn it, okay," Geto ran a hand through his hair– an action that'd normally have you ready to drop your panties–, "how far along are you?"

"I...I dunno, I only found over the weekend."

Then came the million dollar question from both of them at the same time: "Are you gonna keep it?" Both of their intense gazes burned into you as you struggled to calm down. It almost seemed like there was a right answer and a wrong one. You didn't want to disappoint them, but couldn't lie to them either.

"Y-yes. I'm keeping it."

They both went quiet, so eerily quiet that you could hear Gojo's mini fridge working. The tension in the air was so thick it was practically gelatinous. What felt like minutes passed and still nobody has yet to say anything.

"I'm not gonna force you guys to be a part of anything. I-I just thought you should know."

Geto nodded, eyes still wide with shock and his heart practically at the bottom of his stomach. Gojo, who was too stunned to speak, just stared at the floor with his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white. You were uncomfortable. This mess was everyone's fault, yet you felt so guilty anyway, like you were ruining their lives by keeping this baby. So, without a word, you just left.

...

The past few days, you've felt too sick to go to your classes or work. Not just because of the pregnancy, but because of how they took the news. You had no one to talk about it with either. You still managed to keep up with your assignments online, which was good. You can't be pregnant and flunking out of college.

Other than mulling over how you were going to handle everything, a lot of your time was spent applying for jobs–some retail, some on campus jobs, and some restaurant jobs. With your sudden aversion to the smell of coffee, you couldn't keep working at the coffee shop.

The doorbell ringing gave you the perfect excuse to step away from your laptop. Still in your pajamas and robe, you shuffled your way to the door and looked through the peephole. Gojo and Geto, great. Their reactions were totally reasonable, but you still weren't sure how to feel.

"Shoko's not here," you called out, hoping they were here to see her.

"We're here for you," came Geto's reply.

"This is a recorded message."

"No, it's not. Let us in, please? We need to talk."

You sighed and opened the door. Their tall frames stood beside each other with matching guilty faces. You stepped aside and let them in before locking the door behind them. They stiffly sat beside each other on the couch and you took the chair. You tightened your robe around your body, their gazes making you feel vulnerable.

"We're sorry!" Gojo blurted out, bowing his head. He elbowed his black haired friend who then bowed his head too.

"We should've used condoms, but we weren't thinking and you were just so–"

Gojo elbowed him, cutting him off. "It's mostly our fault that you're pregnant, so we'll take responsibility. I'm gonna be a great dad for my baby!" he said, puffing his chest. Geto smacked his white haired friend's unnecessarily puffed chest.

"How are you so sure it's yours? Anyway, I'm gonna be the greatest dad for my baby." Gojo rolled his eyes and muttered something about having better sperm.

"Um...thanks?" you said, taken aback by the sudden change.

"We got you an appointment with the obstetrician to see how far along you are and other important baby stuff," Gojo explained.

"Oh, already?"

"Yeah, you're supposed to go at least once a trimester," Geto explained.

"So let's goooo!" Gojo said, springing up from the couch.

"Now? The appointment's today?"

"In about half an hour."

"I need to get dressed!"

You hurried to your room and threw on some clothes, fixed up your hair, and did some light makeup.

"C'mon, c'mon, we're running late," Gojo said as he ushered Geto and you out of your own apartment. Gojo's Bentley was illegally parked outside of your apartment complex, but, lucky for him, he didn't get a ticket. Geto opened the passenger side door for you and shut it once you were in before getting into the back seat. And then you were off.

The car ride started out pretty quiet– you were watching the scenery zoom by, Geto was scrolling through his phone, and Gojo was focused on the road.

"How were you guys able to get an appointment so soon?" you asked.

"Easy! I just called up the place and they said to come in," Gojo boasted.

"His family makes big donations to that hospital, so he was able to pull some strings," Geto explained.

"Oh. How do you guys know so much about baby doctors and stuff?"

"We looked up what to do after finding out you got a girl pregnant."

Great, after only a few days of knowing they could be your baby's father, they already did research. You've been sitting on this information for over a week and haven't even googled anything pregnancy related. They were already better parents than you and it pissed you off.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gojo asked, noticing a change in your demeanor. You faced as far away from him as you could with your arms crossed and pouted like a child. He was sure you'd be seconds away from stomping your foot and demanding candy.

"Nothing! Leave me alone."

Gojo's confused blue eyes met Geto's knowing ones in the rearview mirror.

"I read that mood swings are one of the early signs of pregnancy," Geto shared.

"I'm not having mood swings," you huffed, on the brink of tears.

Neither of them said anything and adhered to your request of being left alone until Gojo pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car before either of them could open the door for you and stormed off, despite having no clue where to go.

"The entrance is on your other left," Gojo pointed out. You turned around and shot him a glare before going in the right direction.

You sat next to Geto in the waiting room as Gojo checked in for the appointment. You've since calmed down from your little, for lack of better words, outburst.

"I didn't mean to upset you back there," Geto said apologetically.

"I know. I do appreciate you guys for wanting to be involved and getting me this appointment."

"When you first told us, I didn't know how to react. I've never given having kids a thought and I'm definitely not ready to have one, but if I am having one, I want to be there for it."

Of course Geto Suguru, sweet, dreamy Geto Suguru would have such a way with words. And that put you at ease–just a little–to know that even though neither of you were ready for this, your baby would have two parents who'd be there it. You put your hand on top of his larger one.

"That means a lot to me." You gave him a small smile to which he reciprocated.

"We're all checked in," Gojo announced as he sat on the other side of you.

Just then, a woman with a clipboard came out and called your name. You got up and followed her to her office.

...

That appointment had your head spinning. You had to answer so many questions about your and your family's medical history, your lifestyle, any medications you were on. After all that, she filled your head with so much information about what you should and shouldn't be doing during your pregnancy. You weren't sure you'd be able to remember it all, but thankfully she gave you an information packet along with the suggestion to take prenatal vitamins and eat more red meat. She also informed you that you were almost six weeks pregnant and that your due date would be around the middle of June. The good news was that by the next appointment, you'd get to hear your baby's heartbeat!

"How'd it go?" Gojo asked once you stepped back into the waiting room.

"I'm five and a half weeks pregnant and the baby should be here in June," you shared.

"Satoru Junior's gonna be a gememi, interesting..."

"Satoru Junior?!" you and Geto echoed.

"Or a cancer," Gojo thought aloud.

"Dinner anyone? Suguru's paying!"

"I am?"

Gojo was already skipping to the elevator planning out all the food he wanted to order.

Notes:

hey guys, soooo i've never been pregnant before so excuse all pregnancy related inaccuracies.

Chapter 3: Sacs?

Summary:

Geto takes you to your 7 week ultrasound appointment where you both learn about what's in your womb.

Notes:

this chapter has a wee bit of smut, OOPSIES! Also guys, I've never been pregnant and I'm not a doctor, so just prepare yourself for some possible medical inaccuracies

Today was your first day of your new job at an ice cream shop. You sadly had to quit your old job which kind of sucked since you've been working there since you were fifteen, but oh well. The ice cream shop would be better. It was only a short walk from your apartment, you got better hours, the smells there didn't make you nauseous, and you'd get free ice cream!

The smell of freshly made waffle cones greeted you upon entering the small shop. Yeah, you were going to like it here. You walked behind the counter to the back room where the manager greeted you. He discussed some business stuff with you before showing you around and explaining how things worked and how the shop ran. In no time, you were at the register on your own, ready to scoop ice cream and greet customers.

The start of your shift was pretty slow until midday where the weather warmed up and customers came in by the dozens. It died down again toward the end of your shift, which made for a nice, unofficial break. Speaking of breaks, just when you were about to sit down for yours, the door opened and in walked possible baby daddy number 2, Gojo Satoru, with a small bag in hand. You should have– and normally would have– been happy to see him, but at the moment his presence irritated you, maybe it was because he was fucking with your break, or maybe it was just the hormones talking.

"You work here, too?!" he said instead of 'hello, how nice to see you.'

"I quit my job at the coffee shop, the smell of coffee made me sick," you explained.

"How ironic," he commented as he put his sunglasses atop his head. The way they pulled his hair back actually made him look kind of sexy.

"So are you just gonna come to every place I work or...?"

He rolled his too blue blue eyes. "I've been coming here long before you started working here, thank you very much."

"Hm. Where's Geto?" You tried peeking over the tall man's shoulder to see if his cuter friend (aka possible baby daddy number 1) was coming around the corner.

"He doesn't share my affinity of the occasional sweet treat."

"Occasional?" you asked, thinking back on the times you've seen him eat gluttonous amounts of pastries at your old job and the candies you saw stashed around his room.

He ignored that and handed you a little white paper bag.

"What's this?"

"Open it!"

You did and inside was a bottle of prenatal vitamins. Shit, you were supposed to be taking these. You looked up to thank Gojo, but he was already at the counter staring down each ice cream flavor.

"Two scoops of chocolate on a waffle cone with chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, please!"

You sighed and got back behind the counter. "You're seriously making a pregnant woman scoop your ice cream?" You grumbled under your breath.

"You're barely pregnant...also it's your job."

He had a point there.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked as you doused his ice cream in chocolate syrup. You told him and he ordered a pint of it.

"For Satoru Junior," he explained. You handed him his cone and the pint and he paid. You expected him to leave, but instead he took a seat at one of the tables.

"What makes you so sure it's a boy? Or that it's even yours?" You asked as you wiped down the counter.

"Just a feeling."

"And if you're wrong?"

"I'm never wrong!"

You smiled to yourself. You didn't know him very well, but it was nice he was so excited about this baby, despite not knowing if it was his. He's been very helpful, too, with getting you an obstetrician and bringing you vitamins at work. It really wouldn't be too bad if he ended up being the baby's father. You almost hoped he would be just so you'd never have to see him crushed if he's not.

"When do you get off work?"

You glanced at the analog clock on the wall. "In about half an hour, why?"

"Goody! Let's go to your apartment."

You scoffed. "You can't just invite yourself over, besides, wouldn't Shoko think it's odd seeing us two together? You still don't want her knowing you might've gotten me pregnant, right?" Your last sentence came with a bit of bite and if Gojo picked up on it, he didn't react, You didn't like having to keep such a big secret from your friend and you found it unfair that they burdened you with a baby and a big secret, but you didn't want to be responsible for ruining any friendships, so you kept your mouth shut.

"You're right."

"Of co–"

"I'll text Suguru to come over!"

Gojo was already typing into his phone before you could object, so you sighed and just let it happen. Besides, one of these men may be the father of your baby, so it might do you some good to get used to being around them.

...

"Try this, it's her favorite flavor," you heard Gojo say to Geto in your kitchen.

You were currently sat on your couch mindlessly flipping through a magazine, your way of unwinding from a long shift. But you couldn't relax, not really. Gojo and Geto were in your kitchen messing around as if this were their home, too. In their defense, they have spent ample time here due to Shoko being best friends with them.

"Mmm, that's pretty good," Geto said after Gojo spoon-fed him a bite of the cream he had bought for you.

"I thought you had gotten that for me!" you complained from the couch.

"I got it for Satoru Junior, remember," Gojo argued before eating a bite of the ice cream from the spoon he used to feed Geto.

"So then why are you eating it!?"

"He wants his papa to have some, too. He told me!"

"My baby actually thinks you should cut back on the sweets," Geto teased, poking Gojo's belly.

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on relaxing. Once you had started to get the hang of it, the couch dipped on either side of you, causing you to stiffen. Geto was to your right, legs spread wide, his knee touching yours, as he ate from your pint of ice cream. Gojo was to your left, feet resting on the coffee table with his arms sprawled out on the back of the couch.

"We should watch a movie or something!"

"No! You guys aren't supposed to be here for that long."

"Why? It's not like we have anywhere to be," Geto said as he relaxed further into the couch.

Gojo grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels until he found a Studio Ghibli movie that had just barely started–Ponyo.

"Well, maybe I just wanted to relax and have some me-time."

Unexpectedly, Gojo grabbed your ankles and rested your feet on his lap, forcing your back to Geto. He pulled your mix matched socks off and began massaging one foot.

"What're you–"

Before you could get your question out, Geto grabbed your shoulders and made you to lay your head in his lap. Your face went hot as you realized what your face was so close to. Geto looked down at you, long hair blocking your view from anything but his pretty face, and gave you a small–but genuine– smile. Gosh, he was so beautiful. If the baby is his, you hoped it'd get his eyes. He gathered some ice cream onto his spoon and held it up to your mouth. You opened it and let him feed you the cold treat. The decadent flavor melted on your tongue, earning a satisfied hum from you. When you snuck another glance at Geto, you could've sworn his face was tinged with pink.

You relaxed into his lap further, barely able to keep your eyes open as Gojo's foot massage nearly lulled you to sleep.

"Why are you guys doing all this?" You mumbled, already half asleep. "Y'know pampering me won't increase the likelihood of one of you being the father."

"They teach you that in biology?" Gojo teased. You took the foot he was massaging and kicked him in the stomach, but of course it didn't hurt him, rock hard abs and all.

Geto rolled his eyes. "Can't I just take care of the mother of my child?"

Gojo laughed. "Satoru Junior knows who his papa is."

"I'm not naming my baby Satoru Junior, even if you happen to be the father."

"When do we get to know the gender of the baby, anyway?"

"Hmm," you paused to think, "when it's born. I want it to be a surprise!"

Gojo threw his head back and groaned. "But that's not for foreverrrrr, the suspense will surely kill me!"

"One can only hope," Geto mumbled so only you can hear, earning a giggle from you.

"Hey! What's so funny over there? I wanna laugh, too!"

Geto and you exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.

"Hey!"

...

You loved Fridays. No classes, you weren't scheduled to work, you had the whole day to yourself to do whatever you wanted. Usually, you'd sleep until 12–maybe even 1–but today, morning sickness had woken you up early and had you hunched over the toilet at 7AM. This wave of morning sickness hit you worse than the first few times. What a great way to start off your Friday.

You crawled back into bed once the nausea subsided and found sleep again, but it didn't last long. The vibration of your phone buzzing on your nightstand startled you awake. You took a peek at the time–10AM– and grabbed your phone. You had one message from an unknown number and it read: Satoru has some family stuff and can't come to your appointment today, so it'll be just us :) BTW this is Geto Suguru. Also I'm omw over now.

Fuck! You had completely forgotten that today was your first ultrasound appointment. And what did he mean he's on his way?! You scrambled out of bed and hurriedly got ready, well at least you'd like to think you hurried. The reality was that this would be your first time having one-on-one time with Geto and you wanted to look your best, so you took extra time picking out a cute outfit, styling your hair, and putting on makeup. Just when you were cleaning up your lipgloss, the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" you called as you took your sweet time walking to the door.

Even though you knew who it was, you looked through the peephole anyway. There Geto stood in a white wife-beater and baggy black jeans–damn, he looked good in everything. His hair was down today and in his hand was a bag with contents you could not see.

"You're here early," you greeted upon opening the door. It was only 11AM and your appointment was at 2PM.

"I brought us food," he said, smile on his face as he held up the mysterious bag.

That brightened your mood.

You let him in and closed the door behind you. He walked over to the kitchen island and unpacked the bag as you watched curiously. Various different kinds of sushi littered the counter.

"You like sushi, right?" he asked as he folded up the paper bag.

You stared at him blankly, occasionally blinking slowly. He tensed, your blank stare making him nervous, did he fuck up already? Maybe not because you did love sushi. A lot, actually. And that's why when you read in the pregnancy pamphlet the doctor gave you that you cannot eat sushi, you were heartbroken. And here Geto was, rubbing it in your face.

"I'm pregnant, Geto," you explained, voice wavering.

"Yeah, I kn–"

"Pregnant women aren't supposed to eat sushi!" You started crying, hot tears spilling down your face as you mourned the inability to eat sushi. Geto's jaw dropped. He wasn't used to your hormone induced tearful meltdowns yet and certainly wasn't expecting to be the cause of one...again.

"Shit, I forgot! Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's fine!" you lied as you tried to blink back tears. You spent too much time on your makeup to let it get messed up. Panicked, he grabbed a paper towel and started blotting at your tears.

"I'll uh...I'll make you something else."

"But are you still gonna eat the sushi?"

"Ye–"

"That's not fair!"

"Okay, okay, I won't eat it."

"Better."

And that's how you and Geto ended up eating instant noodles, an egg–yes, one egg for the both of you– some potato chips, and the rest of the ice cream Gojo bought you the other day.

"What's the point of having a refrigerator when you don't have any food?" Geto asked, staring at this 'meal' in badly hidden disgust.

"We do have food."

"A singular egg doesn't count."

"It's just been a while since Shoko or I have had time to buy groceries. I swear we eat better than this."

His face left the impression that he didn't believe you.

"I'll go shopping eventually, I promise."

He still looked skeptical, but less.

"I know what we'll do until your appointment."

...
"I can understand why you want me to go grocery shopping, but what I can't understand is why I have to push you in the shopping cart."

"When Satoru and I go shopping, I always have to push him in the cart. Besides, this is good practice for pushing a stroller."

"The baby's not gonna be almost two-hundred pounds, though."

"We can only hope. Let's go to the produce aisle, you need some vegetables."

You pushed him around the store and he essentially did all the shopping for you, occasionally vetoing some junk foods you'd sneak into the cart.

"Why can't I get the fruit jelly candies?" you whined when Geto put the bag of candy back on the shelf.

"They have no nutritional value."

"So? They taste good and I like them."

"We need to prioritize healthy foods for the baby and stuff."

"Okay," you grabbed the candy back off the shelf and tossed it at his head,"I'll save these for dessert then. My baby has a sweet tooth!"

"Our baby doesn't have any teeth."

He shot you a glare as he smoothed his hair back down.

"All you have in the cart are ingredients, what am I supposed to do, cook?"

"Yes? How else will you eat?"

"Ugh, Geto, I hate cooking!"

"I'll cook for you."

"You can cook?"

You pushed the shopping cart toward the checkout.

"I cook for Satoru and Shoko all the time."

You thought back to all the times Shoko has shared the ample tupperwares of leftovers that mysteriously appeared in the fridge with you and how good they were.

"Hm, add me to your client list."

Geto had decided that there were enough groceries in the cart, so you pushed it to the checkout where he paid.

"Had I known you were paying, I'd have gotten, like, six more bags of candy!"

"I think what you meant to say was 'thank you, Suguru!'"

"Right, thanks."

...

With the remaining spare time, Geto decided to cook an actual meal for you and him. You sat at the kitchen island and watched as he cooked with chef-like precision.

"You're actually really good at this," you complimented as you nibbled on some of the ingredients he had already chopped.

"Thanks. My mom taught me." He swatted your greedy hands away.

"My mom was a terrible cook, so my dad did all the cooking."

"Our baby is gonna say the same exact thing one day."

That won a laugh from you. "If it means I'll never have to cook, I'm okay with that."

"Nope, you're actually gonna come help me cook. It'll be good for you to learn some practical skills."

You rolled your eyes. You knew how to cook, quite well actually, but people often confused your hatred for it as an inability to do it. You never corrected them, though, because it usually led to free food, and in this case, a sexy man cooking for you in your kitchen.

"Fine, I'll help," you agreed, deciding to let him continue to believe you can't cook.

"Here, you can chop this cucumber."

You had to do a good job of playing up this 'I can't cook' thing, so you purposely grabbed the wrong knife and began badly chopping the cucumber. Geto stopped what he was doing and hurried over to you before grabbing the knife from your hand.

"Why are you using a serrated knife?"

"I uh... just grabbed the first one I saw? Is that bad?" You batted your lashes up at him with faux innocence.

"Just terrible. Use this knife," he handed you a proper one that wasn't serrated. But before you could get back to pretending not to know how to cut uniform slices, he grabbed your hand and began demonstrating how to slice it. He stood closely behind you, his front pressed against your back, his long hair tickling your neck as he looked over your shoulder. He smelled so good, like fresh linen and cologne.

You fought so hard to stop your mind from imagining him bending you over the counter and fucking you senseless as you tried to focus on cutting the cucumber.

"Yeah, that's it, you're doing so good," he praised softly in your ear.

Your whole body was practically on fire just from his proximity, but the praise was driving you crazy.

"T-thanks."

"I think you can finish it on your own now."

"W-wait! I'm...I'm scared I might cut myself," you lied.

"Oh, okay then." He continued to 'help' you with the cucumber. This time, it felt like he was closer to you. You could practically feel the outline of his dick against your ass. Butterflies caused a cacophony in your tummy, leaving you barely able to focus on the task at hand. Taking a bold risk, you not-so-subtly backed your ass up onto him. His breath hitched, but other than that he remained unfazed, so you tried it again. He remained so stoic that you would've thought you didn't have an effect on him, but his dick hardening in his pants gave him away. His grip on your hand tightened, the silver rings adorning his fingers digging into your skin.

"I know what you're doing," he whispered.

"I'm just trying to cut this cucumber."

He sighed, his warm breath tickling your neck. "You're such a tease. And a bad liar." Oh, if only he knew.

His hand released yours in favor of gripping your hips, pulling you closer to his hard on. His soft lips were on your neck in an instant, kissing and licking the soft skin as he ground his dick into your ass. He turned you to face him before picking you up and placing you on an empty space on the counter. His lips were on yours, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. His tongue welcomed its way into your mouth and you sucked on it as he tasted you all over. You pulled at his hair tie until you freed his hair from the messy bun he put it in to cook and tangled your fingers in it, pulling slightly. The harder you pulled, the louder he'd moan in your mouth, making arousal pool in your panties. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him even closer. You tugged at his shirt and he immediately pulled it off. You ran your fingers down his defined, muscular body, until you got to the waistband of his jeans. You undid his pants and grabbed his hard cock from his boxers. Using the pre-cum dripping from his tip to lube up your hand, you began stroking him. He groaned from the pleasure, but he didn't want you to make him cum just yet. He pulled you off the counter and turned you around before bending you over–just like you imagined.

"Your ass is so perfect," he admired before harshly slapping it.

He lifted up your skirt and yanked down your panties, but not before taking a good look at the very obvious wet spot you left in them.

"Just making out with me made you this wet?"

"Shut up and just fuck me, Geto!"

"Suguru," he corrected, "I most likely put a baby inside you and you're still calling me by my last name?"

He had a good point.

"Please, Suguru, I want you inside me."

He lined himself up with your needy hole and paused.

"Shit, I don't have any condoms."

Your tuned your head to give him a deadpan stare. "A bit late for that, don't you think?"

"True, it's not like I'll get you double pregnant, anyway."

He lined himself up and your wetness allowed him to slide in easily. You moaned at how his thick, veiny cock stretched you wide open, nearly splitting you in half. You gripped at the countertop as he thrusted into you like a madman, the kitchen filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and noises of pleasure. Your eyes screwed shut as your silky walls clamped around him.

"Ah! Suguru, 'm close."

"Fuck, baby, me too."

His grip on your hips was almost bruising as he came inside you. He fucked you through his orgasm until you came, too, screaming his name as your back arched even more. He pulled out once he softened and tucked himself into his boxers before buttoning his pants. He grabbed a paper towel and wet it with warm water and wiped away his cum that was dripping down your thighs before helping you back into your panties.

He checked the time on his phone. "We need to go to your appointment now."

"But we didn't get to eat?"

"Whose fault is that?"

...

There wasn't much of a wait once you and Suguru arrived to the obstetrician's office. You invited Suguru to come back with you this time to which he happily accepted. The doctor, Dr. Honda, had you take a seat and Suguru sat beside you.

"Please don't be concerned that I ordered a seven week ultrasound for you. It isn't typically routine, but we insist on giving all our patients the best care," she explained.

You nodded.

"In this appointment, you'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat, which is always exciting for new parents."

You looked at Suguru who was already looking at you with a smile on his face, which you returned.

"Since it's so early on, you likely won't be seeing anything. But we do this to check the gestational sac which will tell us how far along you really are, how many babies are in there, and to make sure you are actually pregnant."

"Okay, that doesn't sound bad."

"Yes, well I wanted to talk to you first to let you know that because this is so early in the pregnancy, it will be a transvaginal ultrasound, meaning the technician will have to insert the ultrasound wand inside you until it reaches your cervix so we can get a good look at what's happening."

That made you cringe, especially considering what you and Suguru got up to not even an hour before.

"Don't worry, it'll be uncomfortable at worst, but Mrs. Azuma is great at what she does so you have nothing to worry about."

"Sounds great," you said unconvincingly.

"Great, I'll take you to her now."

Suguru kept his arm around you as the two of you followed Dr. Honda to the ultrasound room and left you both with the technician.

"Hello, my name is Azuma Aoi and I'll be your ultrasound technician! Go ahead and have a seat."

The parchment paper crinkled beneath you as you got comfortable in the chair. Suguru nervously stood beside you, not knowing what to expect. Mrs. Azuma explained everything to you before she did it, which made everything a little less scary. When Suguru noticed the discomfort on your face as she moved the wand around on your cervix, he grabbed your hand. You squeezed it and looked up at him with appreciation.

"Everything's looking nice and healthy," she said looking at the screen. You and Suguru looked, too, but neither of you were sure what you were seeing.

"See right here?" She said pointing at small, fuzzy, grey blobs on the screen. "Those are the gestational sacs."

Sacs?

"Sacs?" Suguru asked, echoing your thought.

"Yup, there's two of them. One baby or identical twins will have one sac, but fraternal twins will have two."

"I-I'm having twins?!"

"Yes! Let's take a listen to their heartbeats. They'll be pretty faint, but you should be able to hear something."

You listened closely until you could hear the faint sounds of their hearts beating. This was really happening. You knew you were pregnant, but this made it feel real. And you'd be having twins at that. You knew you should be scared. You weren't even prepared for one baby and now you'd be having two. But you were happy and barely able to hold back your tears of joy. You looked over to Suguru who stared at the screen with wide eyes, his free hand covering his mouth as a tear streamed down his face.

"Twins?" he repeated, still in shock.

"Yep," Mrs. Azuma confirmed.

"Suguru, are you okay?" you asked. Anxiety started clouding your joy. You were scared that Suguru wouldn't want to stick around anymore now that two babies would be coming out of this. At first, you were fully expecting to have to do this alone and you were fine with that. But you were starting to like having Suguru and Gojo and their excitement of being dads around– you didn't want to lose that.

Suguru let go of your hand and your heart dropped. But relief eased you once he leaned down and wrapped you in a tight embrace as he cried into your shoulder.

"I can't believe we're having twins."

"Crazy, right?" you agreed, hugging him back as you cried into his hair. "You actually got me double pregnant," you joked.

Notes:

My stupid education is interfering with my fanfic writing >:(
(jk im very grateful to be pursuing higher education)

ANYWAY i thought the whole twin thing was gonna be a big surprise but some commenters already had twins in mind lol.

also condoms are good for more than just preventing pregnancy, but i guess y/n and Suguru don't really care.

Notes:

hello, please don't let two random guys hit it raw because they're sexy. Stay safe out there!