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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