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that’s just my babydaddy | jjk men

synopsis: rating your babydad(s), and the experience they give.

cw: mature themes (18+)

a/n: let me know if you’d like more jjk men added ! i plan to start posting more.

satoru gojo.

this man is a proud whore, you were his favorite link, lol. he approached you in the grocery store, you struggled reaching for the item, when he grabbed it for you. his blindfolded eyes hid the way he gawked at your figure, taking in every curve.

naturally, as he began flirting, you reciprocated, leading to him asking you out for dinner, and ending the night with steamy car sex. he made clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship, which you understood, but he couldn’t help but come back for more. as the saying goes, home is where the heart is, but for satoru, home was face first between your sweet voluptuous pu- i think you understand.

he would show up randomly after midnight at your place. claiming to have been in the area, when he’d give the most toe curling “miss you” sex. he wasn’t joking about being the best, knowing where and how to give you the dopamine you had been chasing. after he teasingly complains about you seducing him, while he began aftercare.

however, when it happened, he could never forget the day. you both made it a point to only call for two things, meeting up, or emergencies. when your contact popped up, in the middle of class, he almost didn’t answer. going on the third ring, he apologized to his students, before picking up the call. before he could speak, your coworker spoke.

“hello? am i speaking with satoru?”

“who am i speaking with?” a smirk was against his lips, concealing the tiny bit of jealousy, knowing another man was answering your phone.

“ah, this is kaito, y/n and i are colleagues, she collapsed at work, i’m at the hospital with her, and i was calling her most recent-

“i’ll be there shortly,” he interrupted, ending the call, checking the location of the phone.

“i’m afraid i have to step away, try to be on your best behavior, little children,” he told them, leaving the classroom. his cool/relaxed demeanor hid the fact that he was actually worried.

he didn’t realizing until he parked, how anxious he was, taking large steps to the secretary’s desk. after enduring the older woman’s relentless efforts of wooing him, he was finally led to your room. he could see from the glass, the man sitting in the chair, while you laid in bed, looking - unlike yourself. entering the room, the man immediately stood, while you looked confused.

“toru? what are you doing here?”

“i called him, i didn’t want you here alone, i have to get home to the wife, you try to get better now,” he told you, patting your head, nodding at the white haired man, going on his way.

“you didn’t have to leave work for me?”

“i was concerned about my play thing, i hate broken toys,” he pouted, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever”

“honestly, you never call, so i was a little worried, don’t overwork yourself, you’re too pretty for that”

“i’m not trying too, kaito and i were working on our assignment, i went to grab some water, when i passed out”

“hm,” he hummed, touching your forehead, sitting down, just as the doctor entered.

“miss l/n,” he spoke, as you scooted up. shaking satoru’s hand, he leaned against the counter, before he began speaking.

“your test came back, you’re pregnant, working the long hours could have worn you out, i’ll give you a few moments alone to perhaps make your decision for the future,” he said, leaving you, frozen in place.

how could you not have been careful, if your mother knew how irresponsible you had been, she’d-

“i’ll accept whatever you want to do,” satoru said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“i’m the only person you’ve been with, whatever you decide, i’ll support”

“what do you want, toru?”

“i’d like to keep them, but the decision is yours,” he said, feeling a bit shy, he would have been scolded his forgetfulness of not wearing protection, but he liked you more than the rest.

“you do realize, keeping this baby, we would be tied to each other for 18 years, potentially longer”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing”

“i’m not-

“have you come to any conclusions?”

“we want to keep it”

ends up with a daughter with your skin complexion, and his entire face, hair and eye color included.

from the moment your stomach started growing, he became a certified girldad, soccer moms have nothing on him.

he’s wrapped around her finger is very protective, he doesn’t even like people holding her.

“did you wash your hands?”

“yes, satoru, give me my child”

“i didn’t hear the water turn on, do it again, and you better be using soap, i don’t need my princess picking up germs”

he’s still a hoe, and the women love seeing how close he is with his daughter.

loudest and most flamboyant parent at any event when it comes to his princess.

“D/N, LOOK AT PAPA, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE. THAT’S RIGHT, MY DAUGHTER IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL-

“dude, can you sit the hell down, we’re trying to see too”

“if your child was as beautiful as mine, then you’d understand how i feel”

“excuse me?”

“toru, come sit down,” you attempted to pull him away, while the dad approached you both.

“not yet, i’m not stopping d/n’s shine for lady glitter sparkles”

mini gojo will under 5, knowing they are the shit, because papa gojo is the shit.

it isn’t until you begin dating other men that satoru is ready to leave his hoe days in the past.

crashing your date, he is outside, love by keyshia cole blasting loudly, as he dramatically professes his love for you.

“LOVVVVEEE NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSING…Y/N I LOVE YOUU,” he sang, hanging out the sunroof of his car. his grin only became bigger as you walked out, going separate directions from your date.

“you can stop now toru,” you laughed shaking your head.

“get in, let’s go for a ride, i’ve been wanting to talk with you,” he opened the door.

9/10, he’s an amazing father, he doesn’t play when it comes to his baby. HOWEVER, the bullshit that comes along with him can be aggravating. from the ‘i’m coming to you as a woman text’ to having to be extra protective, knowing thee satoru has a mini gojo.

toji fushiguro.

girl, what the hell are you doing with this man :/ he is fine and knows how to use his third leg, but he is a bum.

you had recently graduated college, when your friends surprised you with a girls trip. it was there you met him. he had been staying at the hotel that had been paid for, by his client, when he saw you. he’s not good at flirting, but rather bluntly said how he viewed you. he seemed amazing, your heart was softened for him.

your two weeks at the fancy hotel, you had the most passionate sex the world has known.

lay against his chest, you’d listen as he shared small details about his life. he was a widower, with a son, he said how he wasn’t able to take care of him at the time. how he had been working very had to be able to live comfortably with his son. he said how he was unable to visit his son, due to megumi’s guardian not allowing him too. your heart hurt for him, you felt bad for him.

after the trip, despite getting your number he ghosted you. he was mia for the next few months, before randomly knocking on your front door early in the morning.

“toji? how did you find my house?” you asked the giant man, while he prepared to lie through his teeth.

“you wrote it down for me, before you left, i wanted to call, but i wasn’t sure if you actually lived,” he said, smirking as you believed his lie, he had been stalking you, but you make sure you weren’t associated with any of his targets.

letting him in, it became a cycle, until he came back, finding you sitting on the toilet, shock on your face. you had given him the extra key, and he had taken full advantage of it.

“hey,” he nodded at you.

“hi,” you said.

“what’s wrong, something happened?”

“n-no, toji i’m late,” you sighed frustratedly.

“late for what?”

“my cycle, i think i’m pregnant,” you said, watching as the expression changed on his face.

“preg-i hope you know who the father is, i’m always gone, and i use protection,” he said immediately.

“toji, you’re the only person i’ve been with-

“i don’t know that for sure”

“to-

“i’m gone, i don’t have time for this,” he rushed out, slamming the front door.

a few times throughout the pregnancy, he randomly popped up, acting like he was changed, but the closer the due date became, the less he returned.

randomly, a white haired man, and a younger boy show up to your house, explaining who megumi was, and his nonexistent relationship with his deadbeat.

first of all, this man is broke as hell, if you don’t bring your wallet, you’re eating dick for breakfast, lunch, dinner. BUT then, if you bring you wallet, you have to watch it, because money might go missing

thankfully your son comes out, looking more like you. with only small details like his father and brother-like eye color and dark hair.

type to have his kid waiting by the window to leave, but he never stops by.

you actually never hear from him again, but thankfully megumi doesn’t want his brother to grow up, feeling completely alone.

“GUMI, HI GUMI,” s/n ran into his brother’s arms.

you had been telling him about the graduation his school would be having, as he would be going to the next grade.

“s/n, here,” he handed him the gift bag. opening the bag, inside was the latest toy he had talked about to his brother.

“thank you gumi,” he hugged his brother tighter.

every time he is free, he is checking in on his brother. when s/n is old enough, he has a tablet, facetiming his brother nearly everyday.

“you have to go to school”

“i don’t want to gumi, i want to go with you,” he whined to his brother on the call.

“after school, we’ll go get a snack, but you have to do well”

-1537737/10, the absolute worst. other than his good looks and sex appeal, he is the worst. he is a low value man, and isn’t worth more than a quick fuck.

nanami kento.

definitely the most planned pregnancy of them all. this is man is as traditional as they come. he already wifed you up, bought a house, and extensively planned for the birth of his child.

he leaned against the doorframe, as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. he hoped all of the loads he had been intentionally releasing weren't in vain. when the timer went off, you both glanced at each other.

"you look first," you nodded at him, as he moved to the counter, anticipating what the test said. he felt relieved, then joy was over him, as each stick read positive.

"they're positive," he said, grabbing them, nearly frozen in place, before scooping you into his arms.

"thank you," you told him, while he shook his head, thanking you instead.

this man has read every book he could get his hands on about pregnancy and raising children. he is completely prepared to be your rock, welcoming your babygirl.

so perfect in his arms, she had a mixture of both of your complexions, your features, and his hair color, d/n, his world.

he is such a girldad, moms can't help but stop him, saying out cute he looks, carrying his daughter on his chest, as they wear matching shirts.

despite her being his everything, he makes time for his wife, lavishing you with his love.

he had been tending to his daughter with all of his attention, leaving you alone. it wasn’t until he put her to bed, he made his way to the room. stripping from his shirt along the way.

you sat on the edge of the bed, from out the shower, still in your robe. he silently sat behind you, placing kisses along your neck, grinning, as you moaned.

“what are you trying to get into?” you asked him, a grin on your lips.

“giving my girl some well deserved attention,” he said, while you hummed in agreement, pulling him down.

wants to wait about 5/6 years before working on baby #2.

10/10, one of the best! he can be a workaholic at times, but his family comes first always.

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