Satoru who is the kinda baby daddy that would drop everything and everybody to be around his woman.
Satoru who is more than happy to go to the gas station at 2 am to get Cheetos and cherry yogurt for his wifeās pregnancy cravings.
Satoru who is foaming at the mouth to fuck his pregnant wife, especially after the doctor recommended it.
Satoru who is now exhausted, cock sore and shooting blanks after his pregnant wife used him all day.
Satoru who cries when his wife cries, and then cries again when she tells him to stop crying.
Satoru who always has a hand on his wifeās stomach, whispering to the baby and starts yapping about stupid conspiracyās.
Satoru who, while your giving birth is micro managing the doctor and following around the nurses to make sure they do everything right.
Satoru who, when the baby is born, immediately tries to mark it with a sharpy so it doesnāt get mixed up with another baby, even though the baby is the only one with white hair, and is also the BIGGEST baby in the fucking hospital.
Satoru who REFUSES to let his wife or his baby out of his sight for the next month at the minimum.
Satoru who sent a letter back to the elders. The envelope was empty and the only thing inside was a cut out middle finger.
Satoru who, even after his wife has given birth, is making sure everything is perfect and taken care of, and refuses to let her lift a finger.
Satoru who cries with the baby, and manages to piss the baby off enough that baby glares at him.
Satoru who gets jealous of said baby when his wife is breast feeding.
Satoru who gets INSANELY possessive and ups security, refuses to let ANYONE except you or him hold the baby, and wonāt let anyone in the house.
Satoru who loves his baby and his wife. And plans on fucking at least five more babies into you once your baby becomes a toddler.
Satoru who will genuinely kill anyone who tries to hurt or offend his wife. This man is insane and will lose his goddamn mind if he finds out something has happened to his woman or his baby.
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thinking about bittersweet comfort sex with !trap/drugdealer!jj before heās dragged away to jailā¦
jj knew it was over for him.
the minute he caught glance of the camera, just tucked away, recording him beat someone and then shoot him, jj knew he was fucked.
there was no point in fighting it, he knew it wasnāt going to be a fight heād win when those sirens would sound.
so he told you ā told you in one big word vomit, blood still on his hands, that heās in trouble.
big trouble.
he doesnāt have a lot time before they came, and he just wanted to be with you before he got dragged away in cuffs.
or a bag.
so you stayed with him.
real close.
from a tense conversation, a bittersweet sentiment, to you led on your back, his fingers slowly curling in and out of you as you cried.
your hands were shaking, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, afraid to let him slip away.
he didnāt take his eyes off you, memorising every damn detail etched across your skin, to the way your face fell in pleasure, eyes fluttering and cheeks wet.
he wanted it all committed to his brain, to hold him through the god knows how much time in a cell.
āi know, i know. shh.ā he cooed, kissing your cheeks with sickening tenderness, kissing the tears away like it would heal your pain.
his fingers curled upward, expertly trained, making you cry out and grab his arm. but you werenāt pushing him away ā not even pulling him closer.
just holding him.
making sure he was still here.
āām here, baby.ā he whispered against the crown of your head, ā reading your mind ā peppering kisses before his free hand enveloped yours in a warm, tight hold.
you both squeezed.
you both squeezed hard.
you looked up at him with wet lashes, moans and cries filling the air as bittersweet pleasure coiled in your stomach.
it was warm.
it was empty.
it felt so, so good.
it hurt so, so bad.
you held on tighter, crying as you pushed your hips a little to match his movements.
āplease ā jj, please.ā you begged, pleading with him, but you both know it wasnāt to cum.
it was to stay.
āyrāgood, girl. cāmon mama, let it out.ā he coaxed, curling his fingers as the impending doom grew in his chest, as his stomach fluttered.
it crashed over you in hot waves of emotion, the pleasure lingering before being broken with a sob from your throat as sirens rolled through from the distant.
a lot of them.
jjās eyes squeezed shut as he worked you through the orgasm, forehead sliding to yours as his hurt eyes, held your fearful ones.
āin which, Gojo doesnāt want people to know youāre dating him because itāll fuck up his rep.
A/n: I've been absent for a while, but I think I'll have a few more works coming up soon. Remember to hit up the inbox and request- literally any prompt or any idea, because my brain juice is empty. Dw tho, bc my friend bought shrooms.
part two>>
Gojo Satoru is 50% nerd and 50% dork. All wrapped up in pale, lanky guy thatās way too tall for his own good.
He wasnāt popular in the normal popular sense. No he was popular among the group of dorks he hung out with.
The kind of guys that were perpetually virgins. The kind of guys that make fun of regular popular kids, taking everyone at face value and assuming they have no problems of their own.
You were one of those popular girls. You werenāt mean. You werenāt loud and obnoxious. No, you were kind and sweet and so pretty it hurt to be around you.
You were the kind of person that had all kinds of friends. You didnāt stick with just one group. You were friends with the sports kids, the theatre kids, the band kids, the fucking chess club, hell you even befriended the goth kids that think popularity is just another form of conformism.
Everybody loved you.
And Gojo was not an exception.
From the moment he saw you walk in late to the first fucking lecture of the semester. All pretty in simple fitted longsleeve and a simple pleated skirt that went mid thigh, a jacket only zipped barely halfway keeping you warm.
āIām so sorry!ā Youād apologize to the professor, who just rolled his eyes and waved you off because it was too early and he was only a few years older than you.
(Live laugh love young professors who dgaf)
And the entire time, his eyes never left you. Gojo was sat in the back, his weird little buddies on either side of him. His glasses pushed too far up, hard messy and his sweat shirt sat awkwardly on his body.
It was like he physically couldnāt look away. Not from the way youād laugh awkwardly and sit down at a random spot. Regardless of who was next to you, youād say hi and talk with the neighbor.
You two couldnāt be more different.
Which made the current situation, even weirder.
āOh fuck,ā Gojo mumbled against your lips, hands pawing at your hips, large and squeezing as they slid down to your ass.
One hand cupping his jaw, the other pressed against his chest, nails digging in each time heād grunt into the kiss.
What was supposed to be a study session, ended up with you on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips and his lips swollen from how he was kissing you.
āWe- we should be s-studyingāā Gojo would pant and moan lowly each time your hips grinded against the tent heād pitched in his pants.
āWeāve been studying, letās take a break.ā Youād murmur against his jaw, pressing kisses down to his shoulder before biting down teasingly.
It started there. And after that night, it only snowballed into a secret relationship.
You were both absolutely head over heels for each other. The first month or so, was perfect. Absolutely amazing.
Sneaking around was fun, and it gave you both an adrenaline rushā youād kiss when nobody was looking, sneakily hold hands, run off to go hook up in some single bathroom, or hell youād even snuck him into your dorm more times than you could count.
But it got old.
It got old quick.
āBaby, do we really have to do this whole sneaking around thing?ā You whined, slipping back on your clothes.
āYes.ā Gojo didnāt waste a second to answer, his answer firm and sure.
His quick answer hard your heart aching. At first, youād thought heād wanted to keep it secret for you, but no.
āCome on, youāve gotta leave before anyone sees you.ā Gojo was hurrying you out the door, but the moment heād had you out in the hallway, one of his buddies was standing right beside the door.
Blinking slow, surprised to see one of the most popular girls leaving his friends room wasnāt what he was expecting. āGojo?ā
Gojo stared down at him, like he got caught red handed. āUhhā I was tutoring her.ā
āHi! Itās nice to meet you, Iāmāā you went to shake the guys hand but he just gave you a disgusted glare that had you blinking in surprise.
āDude why are you even tutoring her? Isnāt it just a waste of time? Not like sheāll even retain any of it.ā
Oh. That was really mean. You looked back up at Gojo, expecting him to back you up, but all he did was push you further out into the hallway.
āYeah, probably was a waste of time.ā Gojo was quick to agree with his buddy.
āā¦ā You just stood there for a long moment. āI thoughtā¦ that you liked me?ā You whispered, looking at the ground and sounding so hurt and fragile it had the air knocked out of Gojoās lungs.
āWhat are you babbling about? Go do your make up or some shit and get outta our flat.ā The guy was waving you off and walking into Gojoās dorm.
That was the final straw, because the dam broke and tears started to flow. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic little squeak. Your throat tightened and burned, and you were embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed.
Quickly, you turned on your heel and walked down that hallway as fast as you possibly could without breaking into a sprint.
Gojo just watched. He watched with his heart in stomach as you ran off. Running a hand over his face, he groaned. He fucked upā so bad. Knowing heād hurt you like that made him sick.
But with his friend in his dorm, he just sighed and walked back inside, hoping that his buddy couldnāt smell your perfume still on his sheets.
That night, you went back to your dorm. And cried. Cried so fucking hard that when your roommate got home she thought your dog died.
You cried. And cried. And cried. All night, and stayed cuddled up with your best friend.
And then the day after that, was silence.
Rubbing his eyes, still groggy from the literal three hours he got from sleep, Gojo sat down in his seat. His eyes automatically landing on the back of your head.
Heād tried calling you, maybe 80+ times, sent god knows how many texts. And every single one of them got left on delivered. No call was answered, and hellā he even sent an email just in case.
But all he got was radio silence.
And the entirety of the lecture, he didnāt write down a single note. Hell he didnāt even get out his fucking computer so he could even type.
His eyes were glued to the back of your head. He hardly blinked. He knew he had to talk to you after this class. He wanted to apologize and try to fix whatever heād broken as quickly as possible.
So when that bell rang, he simply got up, and waited for you outside the door.
But when you came out, you didnāt even look at him. Eyes still a little red and swollen from crying the night before.
āHeyā wait, can we talk?ā He grabbed your wrist gently, not expecting you to immediately tug it out of his grip like you did.
āNo.ā It was a firm, short answer.
Gojo blinked, not used to hearing you talk to him like that. āPlease, I really wanna apologize about what happened last n-ā
āGojo. Leave me alone.ā You shot him a glare, your bottom lip threatening to quiver as you felt that familiar tightness in your throat, that burn that meant one thing and one thing onlyā you wanted to cry again.
He couldnāt handle it. It physically hurt to see you like thisā to see you literally repulsed by his touch.
āPlease! I need to explainā and- and make it up to youāā
āI donāt want anything to do with you! You made it clear that I embarrass you. You let your asshole friend walk all over me and you literally said we studied when weād just fucked!ā You were yelling now.
It was so out of character for you, that literally the hallway stilled and even the profesor stuck his head out the door so he could watch.
āI meanā is that really all you want from me? Just to fuck and then push me out? You said you like me! A lot!ā Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt humiliated.
āI do! I like you so much- and I donāt only want you for sex! Godā no that isnāt what I want at all,ā gojo was struggling to find the words, and all the eyes now on them didnāt make it any better.
āYou didnāt want it at all? So what, was this just a point you were trying to make?ā Your voice was softer, and you couldnāt have felt more hurtā hell you couldnāt have felt more used than you did now.
āNo! God no, please can we just talk in private andāā
āI hate you. I hate you so much, I canāt believe I was in love with you.ā You were crying now. Hands trying to wipe your eyes but the tears didnāt stop.
āYou were in love with me? You love me?ā Gojoās voice was whisper now, eyes wide and breathless.
āNot anymore.ā With one last glare, you pushed past him and walked down the hallway.
He didnāt move. Just stood there. Feeling a sense of loss that he couldnāt even put into words. His shoulders dropped and he just kind of stared at the spot you once stood at.
