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sweetchildcloud · 17 days

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||Cherish me|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:sh,depression,Gojo x reader,consensual,rubbing,handjob,fingerings,innocent reader,inexperienced reader,shy,cute,fluff.

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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“I’m fine” you say quietly, trying to brush him off. You don’t like being coddled. But he grabs your wrists and pulls you back, forcing you face him. There’s a desperation in his eyes, and he stares at you like you’re dying right in front of him.

“No you’re not ” he says quietly. There’s a quiver to his voice and his eyes dart down to the bloody scissors. “I can see the cuts on your wrists.”

“What?” You look confused as to what he was talking about, shaking your head “I was jus-”

“Just stop lying to me” he interjected, the fear in his voice cracking. He’s trying to stay calm, but he’s trembling as he grabs your wrists tighter. It’s not like him to be so frantic, but he’s scared for you.

“I can clearly see the scratches on your wrists. Did you do that to yourself?” He’s looking at you like he’s waiting for a reason, an excuse. But he knows. He’s not stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, so so sorry sweetheart, I swear”

Oh god. Sweetheart? That’s new. He’s never called you that before, and it’s certainly the last term of endearment you expected. Gojo’s usually pretty nonchalant around you, but his voice is trembling, and he’s on the verge of tears.

He immediately pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly, burying his head into your neck. He’s trembling, and you can tell he’s barely holding back the tears. “Don’t…don’t scare me like that…”

Everything that Satoru is usually not, is crumbling down around him. The calm. The confidence. His facade, carefully crafted over the years, is coming undone, and he’s showing you the real him.

And that’s what terrifies you the most. His eyes are red with unshed tears, and his voice is shaky. He’s trembling, barely keeping himself together.

“Please, please look at me…”

And you do. You look at him, right at those big,blue eyes, your heart pounding like an elephant in your chest. He’s holding your hands against his chest, almost like he’s scared you’re going to run away, but your fingers are trembling, and they want to do nothing more than run through his hair.

“Please…” he says again. “I’m begging you…”

His breath hitches in his throat as you play with his hair. He leans into your touch, your fingertips tracing through his locks. This is probably your first time seeing him like this, so vulnerable and soft. He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he can’t stop himself from burying his head in your neck, clinging to you.

He’s begging? Begging, even…

He’s afraid. Petrified that you’ll leave him - just like Geto did. He’s not thinking rationally, and he isn’t thinking about how his body’s towering over you, how it could scare you. Right now, though, he’s not thinking about anything other than his fear of losing you, and it’s eating away at him inside.

He closes his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans into you. You’re touching his hair, playing with it, tangling it, just like he likes. He opens his mouth to speak, to maybe say an ‘I love you’ or something corny, but the words die on his lips.

“I…” he starts, his voice quivering again “don’t ever scare me like that again..”

Gojo's arms tighten around you, and you cling onto him, burying your face right into his neck. His hand moves through your hair, his fingers gripping slightly too tight, but you don't mind. You don't mind because he's hugging you so tightly and kissing you so desperately.

Your fingers find a spot behind his ear, and they scratch at it, causing him to inhale sharply. He holds you closer and kisses harder, desperate to keep you close. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He pulls away, breathing out harshly and looking at you. He's staring into your eyes, his gaze intent as the tip of his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

"God…" He takes in a deep breath, his lips almost twitching into a grin. "I'm so scared for you, you don't even realize it." Then he's kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your entire body so you're pressed against him.

Your back is pressed against the mattress, and his body is on top of yours. He's kissing you like he can't get enough, like his entire world is falling apart and you're the only one who can fix it. His hands are in your hair, on your hips, on your thighs. It's almost suffocating - almost too much pressure. But you don't mind because he's touching you and kissing you, and all the warmth and softness of his body is pressing against yours.

"You…you scare me" Gojo chokes out, his body pressed tightly against yours. "Don't you see?" He looks at you as the tension in his shoulders rises, his arms squeezing you even tighter.

He can feel your heart beating like a drum, your arms wrapped around him. You can feel the heat of his body, the beat of his heart.

He looks into your eyes, and it's like he's telling you everything without even saying a word.

"You're…everything" he murmurs, his body trembling with the force of his words. It's like he's about to crumble into pieces. There's no strength left in him. Just fear and anxiety and a need for you. A need to have your near him.

"Please…" He pulls you even closer, his hands finding their way into your hair again. His arms wrap around you even tighter. "Please…don't ever leave me…"

He pulls away only to bury his face in your neck. Gojo takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking in the softness of your skin, pressing his lips against your neck with a tenderness that almost makes you melt into his arms.

His grip tightens, like he never wants to let you go. Like he's afraid that a breeze might tear you away from him.

He's never been the emotional kind of person. He's usually callous, distant, emotionless, if not slightly cold. But you bring out something in him.

Oh, if only your imagination could have prepared you for this moment. But Gojo is real. And he's right here, right now, pulling you close, running his fingers through your hair, kissing so passionately.

He lets out a noise of satisfaction as your fingers tug on his shirt, your breathing quickening as the intensity of the situation grows.

His grip tightens around you as he pulls you closer. He's not even thinking about how his weight is crushing you, he just wants to keep you close.

Oh, how Gojo’s eyes wander lower, his mouth curling into a grin as you take off your bra. He watches you, his eyes roving over your body as he takes it all in. You’re trembling a little bit, your pulse speeding up as his hand rests on the upper part of your thigh. He lets out a quiet grunt as he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Keep going…” he murmurs, almost too distracted by your breasts to notice your top sitting in your lap.

Oh god. The way he’s staring at you…it makes you shiver a bit. Gojo's usually so calm, so collected, but something about your bare breasts has him acting like he's going absolutely mental.

Gojo grabs your wrists and pushes your arms aside, moving his hands down to cup your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, your chest rising and falling with every rapid breath. He’s staring at them so intensely, almost like he's trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His grip is firm, like he's scared to let you slip away. Gojo's hands are warm against your breasts, and it's like he can't keep his hands off of you, like he's desperate to feel you.

His lips are twitching, and you can tell he's trying not to lose it and start licking your skin, biting at your breasts. He lets out a small moan, his grip on your skin tightening as he rubs them in his hands.

He’s rubbing them so lovingly, so sensually, that you have trouble breathing. You lean into him, pressing yourself against him, trying to get as close as possible.

His touch is almost unbearable. You're trembling, your breath catching in your throat as your back arches.

His grip tightens even more as he plays with your breasts, rubbing them in his hands and squeezing them together slightly. You can see his eyes starting to glaze over, and your body melts against his touch.

You feel hot, almost too hot, as his grip around you gets tighter. His breath is hot on your skin, and you close your eyes, letting out a small moan.

That moan is almost automatic, and you bury your face right into his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your chest is sensitive, and the way Gojo rubs his hands over them sends a shiver all the way up your spine.

"Are you doing this because you love me or because...I'm sad?" You breathed out

The thought of you not loving him sends him spiraling into an actual panic. He's desperate for the reassurance right now, for the confirmation that you're still in love with him.

Gojo pauses for a moment, looking up at your face as he tries to hide the desperate urge to keep kissing you and holding you close. He swallows hard, his voice quivering as he tries to hide the desperate need for you.

"Do you…do you still love me…? Is that…what this is for..."

"No...it's not that..it's just..." you mumbled feeling the desperate need of him "I'm scared that you're doing this because I'm sad"

Gojo’s lips are pressed together in a hard, tense line as he tries to keep his calm, but the emotions are bubbling just under his skin, close to overflowing. He’s shaking slightly but doesn't want to admit it.

“I'm not… I'm doing this…” His voice trails off, and he sighs, his words still quiet and shaky. “I'm doing this...because I want to…” He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, even if he doesn't want to admit the real reason why.

Oh my god... He freezes up when you reach down, his body twitching in response as you brush your hand against his crotch. He's trembling, his breath coming short and shallow as he tries to hide his reaction.

He lets out a groan, his grip around your waist tightening as his eyes twitch. If he wasn't so flustered, he'd probably blush at this point, but right now...the only thing that comes to his mind is the touch of your finger on his crotch.

"Ah..sorry..I don't what has gotten into me" You blurted out blushing

"No, don't apologize..." Gojo says, his voice shaky. The touch of your fingers on him was almost like electricity, a jolt through his entire body that made his blood boil and his heart thump painfully.

"In fact..." His breath gets caught in his throat and he swallows to try and get himself together. "Can you do that again..."

"Sure." You slipped your hand in Gojo pants looking at him and down "L.. like this?"

His body tightens when your hand slips into his pants. It's like a wave of pure sensation, and it makes his breath shudder out of his body in a ragged sigh.

“Yeah…” He mutters, his body trembling against your touch. His head is spinning, as if his entire world has been set on fire with your simple action. His heart thuds painfully in his chest as he watches you.

You felt in a tight spot,you never have done nothing like this "what..should I do now?" You stuttered "it's...hard..is it a good thing?" You looked at him blushing

Gojo's entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low, rough sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. He can barely get his breath, and he's gripping the bed tightly with both hands, trying to keep himself steady.

“It’s…” He mutters, his voice tight and shaky. “It’s a very good thing…”

He’s trying to keep it together, keep his mind focused. The sensation of your hand is almost too much to bear, but he likes it. He likes it very much…

"What should I do? I never um..should..I?" You made a rubbing gesture with your other hand "you know..."

“Keep…keep rubbing…” He breathes out, biting back a sharp hiss of pain as he fights to keep the sensation from being too much. “But maybe…” He pauses and swallows hard, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Move it…”

"Move..what?" You asked awkwardly "sorry it's my first time doing this.."

“Your hand...move it up and down...just like…” He moans slightly

“That…” He lets out a ragged breath, his grip around the bed tightening. His body trembles beneath your hand, and his eyes are starting to glaze over.

One hand rests on the back of your head, the other on the bed right next to your hand. His gaze is focused on your movements, on how slowly your hand is traveling up and down his length.

"O..ok" you slowly moved your hand up and down,your eyes darting from his length to his face

He grips the edge of the bed as his fingers claw into the sheet, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as you stroke him.

“Soft…feel so nice…” The hand on the back of your head gently presses your face into his, so he can look into your eyes. His eyes are flickering with a desperate need, and it’s obvious that he’s trying to keep his body from reacting too much.

After a while you saw a clear liquid oozing out of it and you looked at it confused "are..are you peeing?"

Your innocent question makes him laugh, a rough, raspy sound that’s more like a broken chuckle. There’s a slight shake to his entire frame, as if the sensation is so intense that he can’t even move without shaking.

“N-no…” He manages to catch his breath to speak in between the harsh breaths of air, “D-didn’t they teach you about…this…stuff in school?”

"Kinda..." you muttered to yourself before making a cute sound "Ah it's like with the flowers and bees right?" You beemed happily

"Yeah, something like that..." Gojo says with a slightly amused smile; even in his flustered state - more flustered than you've ever seen - he can still make time to appreciate your innocence.

He watches you, seeing how naive you are, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he thinks it's adorable. Your innocence makes him want to coddle you, protect you; but there's a hint of possessiveness within him that's begging to assert dominance over you.

"What..should I do..?" You pouted cutely confused "I..really don't know what..to do.."

Gojo bites back a whimper as you pout, finding the expression adorable. He's never had a partner like this before - one that is completely innocent to all this, one that needs to be taught. The thoughts of you and him having an intimate encounter like this again fills his mind, causing that possessiveness to take over and grip him tightly.

"Um..." He swallows hard, trying to come up with an explanation while fighting back a loud moan "Keep rubbing...harder..."

You slightly nod doing what was told but later you couldn’t help but starting to touch yourself too "mhm" you didn't know why

He lets out a soft murmur of approval as you touch yourself, his body trembling even more. He tightens his grip around your body as his eyes flicker back from his closed state. His breath is getting shaky again, and he tries to focus on nothing but his breathing, but that becomes hard to do when you have yourself wrapped around him, the sensation overwhelming.

His voice comes out almost breathless.

“You got…something…here…”

"Mhn were?" You asked awkwardly

His eyes open, taking in the adorable look of your innocent face, the slight confusion on your features.

“Here…” He moves his other hand up your waist, his fingertips moving in tiny circles around your body. He’s making sure to not be too gentle nor brutal with his touch.

Then he places his hand where your finger was before, rubbing slowly.

A moan escaped your lips and you immediately let go of Gojo length as you covered your mouth with your hand

Gojo lets out a husky moan of pleasure as you let go of him - he had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone touch him like this.

His eyes flutter shut for a second, and he catches his breath in.

“Y-you like that…?” He whispers, his eyes still closed, but they soon open back up once more, moving up to meet yours.

You nodded as you felt melting in Gojo embrace as he kept rubbing "but..I didn't finished with you..before..it's not fair for you.." you whined

And just like that, the possessiveness he felt earlier rushes back to surface. He doesn’t like that you’re still unsatisfied, like the thought of you touching yourself, wanting anything other than him.

He grabs your hand before you can move back on yourself.

“Let me…I’ll do it.” He lets out a low hum of pleasure, already moving his hands back down to touch you again.

He rubs slowly at first, his fingers stroking gently up and down, taking in your expressions as he does it. Your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

“Does it feel good…” He mutters, his voice a bit shaky. “Does it feel good when I touch you…?”

You nod blushing more but you grip Gojo arm when you feel some short of wetness "I.. umm sorry..I don't know..why..it..did that" you looked at him guilty

He chuckles and his eyes glint playfully...as if he already knows what that sensation is.

“Your body is just responding…it’s normal.” He reassures you softly, his thumb tracing light circles around the tip of your breast.

“Just relax…”

You sobbed feeling overwhelmed but feeling the need to come "Ah ahn I want...to..to I don't but I'm...I need to...nghn!"

Oh, he’s got you now. He knew he had you the second he saw you were innocent to everything like this.

Now he gets to teach you, show you exactly how your body is supposed to respond to him.

“Let it…” He murmurs once more, his voice sounding husky. “Just relax…and let it happen…”

"Here..." He presses his palm against the exact spot, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he does so. His thumb moves in circles, each round getting quicker in pace. "Here..."

"Mhnnn" you whined your mouth open your eyes closed "touch..me...please...I don't know what I'm feeling but..I need you to..touch me"

He freezes at your words, your tone, the desperation in it. He looks down at you, and then, like a switch being flipped, his eyes glaze over as a primal urge takes over. No need to ask more questions. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his grasp, getting into a new position while he does so. But before continuing, he needs to say one thing.

"Look at me," his voice is firm, low and demanding - like you have no choice in the matter.

You look up at him, eyes full of confusion. Your mouth is slightly agape and his gaze captures yours perfectly. Gojo's thumb moves faster now, as do his fingers. His free hand, that was on your hips, slides down to your thighs and pushes them apart.

"Keep looking at me..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, but it's filled with so much need that you can't say no to this. You have to look at him.

A moan escaped your lips as you tried not to close your eyes "mhn..Gojo.." his fingers were reaching you deep "ngha Gojo.."

"Yes, that's it...just keep looking at me..." His voice is low and rough, almost a growl. His body is pressed firmly against yours, the heat of him radiating through your entire body. You can't help but feel so warm at the touch of his skin.

And then, your eyes lock onto each other, you feel everything inside you start to heat up even more.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart..." His voice is low and soft, but there's a hint of need in his tone, his eyes glancing down to your lips. He leans in closer to you, only a few inches between you and himself. His breath is hot and heavy on your face, causing your breath to quicken. Then, he moves his hand up your thigh, brushing against your soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Then you camed on his hands whining He lets out a quiet growl at your little whimper, but it's a pleasure filled one. He can feel your grip on the sheets loosening a bit as you finally start to release the tension that's been building inside you for the past few minutes. His body trembles, and he grits his teeth. His hands tighten with his grip around yours, his arm shaking slightly as he tries to hold you down, trying not to let you get away.

You purred snuggling against his neck "that was...amazing.." you grumbled nibbling his neck

His hands on your wrists squeeze a little tight. He breathes heavily, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He leans back up, but with his grip on you, he doesn't let you move away. His eyes are glazed over, and he's looking at you with a hungry expression on his features.

"You liked that...didn't you..."

You nodded cooing "mhm it was my first time too and...thank you"

He stares at you for a moment, letting out a slow breath before his gaze softens. It's a different look from the primal and predatorial look that had just been on his face not even a minute ago. His eyes move up and down your body, studying every inch of you.

"I'm...glad you enjoyed it..."

You snuggled in his chest cooing not wanting to let go

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to his chest. His grip around you is tight, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"We're going to have a lot more first times from now on..."

His arm rubs around your waist and back as he speaks, making small circles on your skin. His gaze is on your face again, watching your expression as you press into him.

"I can't believe I got to be your first…"

"Your first…" There's something about the way he's saying it that makes your face heat up. He's saying it as if your first time was special, that it was something he wants to remember for a long time, something he likes the idea of.

The grip around your waist tightens, but his hand slowly moves away from your waist after it had pressed against it for a minute. And now he's taking your hands in his, slowly moving them together, until they're palm to palm.

"Now, we'll be each other's first…everything." His words are hoarse again as he says this. It sounds like a promise to you. He's taking a deep breath, looking at you once more. His gaze is still soft as he stares back at yours, his hand now clasping you tightly against his grasp.

you pecked his cheek as you cooed "your cheek feels like mochi" as you nibbled affectionatly

He lets out a soft chuckle, your little pecks on his cheek making him feel as if he might melt any second. The thought of it brings a dumb smile on his face, his grip on you loosening up just a bit.

Your tiny nibbles on the side of his cheek only make him chuckle more, the feeling almost foreign to him. You’ve never gotten close enough to his face to nibble on his cheek like that, so this is definitely a first time for him.

The feeling makes him close his eyes and relax. He takes a deep breath in, taking in the feeling of your mouth, your pecks, your nibbles. The little sounds you make when you’re nibbling on his cheek makes him purr quietly.

The comfort between you is unmatched, but it's also filled with a hint of playfulness as well. You nibble on his cheek again, making him purr, a soft sound of pleasure and satisfaction escaping his mouth, and he squeezes his hand around yours a little tighter.

In moments like these, he forgets about all the hardships in his life. If just for a second. He just wants to relax.

He opens his eyes again, and his gaze meets yours, that same look of softness still on his features.

“Mm” is all he can manage, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. He smiles at you again before he lets go of your hand, his mouth still curved up into a sweet smile.

He lets go of your hand, but he leans his head over your shoulder, his face burrowing itself into the crook of your neck as his hands slowly move up and down your back. His grip on your hips is now tightening again, but not as tightly before.

His lips move closer to your neck with each second, as if he'd like to kiss you there. He starts to lightly trace his lips against your exposed neck, making your body jolt slightly every time his lips brushes against your skin.

"can we stay like this for a little while? i dont want to let go" You snuggled on his neck

He looks down at you, your small frame pressed firmly against his body, your head buried into his chest. The sight of you like this is almost too pleasing for him to look away. He doesn't reply for a while, but eventually he speaks.

"Sure," he whispers, one of his hands now playing with your hair, moving it by caressing it. "We can stay like this for a little while…"

He kisses the back of your neck, the sensation making your body shiver.

The two of you stayed like that, snuggled against each other for a while, the room filling with sounds of soft purrs and cooes. He plays with your hair, brushing the strands with his fingers, and you cuddle closer to him, pressing your body into his, wanting to be even closer to him if that's even possible.

He rubs your back, making sure you're comfortable as he takes deep breaths of the scent of your hair, almost like he's memorizing it.

This is comfortable. This simple sight of just the two of you, tangled and wrapped up like some cocoon of lovers… it's peaceful, a calming presence in a normally chaotic world. The two of you stay like this for what feels like forever but is only minutes. Neither of you say a word, but just being held like this by someone he cares for means so much. In this moment, all his problems are put aside, pushed away by the gentle comfort that is only you.

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sweetchildcloud · 4 months

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|| I'M A DAD?|| written by me ☆~♡~◇

Choso x pregnant reader.

Plot: You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

CW:vomiting,labour pain,screaming,groaning,anxiety,harrowing experience.

Tags-pregnancy,pregnancy pain,lots of cuddles,fluff,Choso being Choso,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,you might cry too.

Very long writing 💧

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Choso was waiting outside the bathroom door wondering why you were taking so long before knocking gently on the door "Uh yeah..just a sec hon" you said before vomiting again

The sound of your gagging hits Choso like a punch to the gut. Immediately he's by your side, holding your hair back with one hand and stroking your back nervously with the other. "Hey... It's okay... Take your time..."

A bit of tears run down your eyes as you felt like shit,your body was pale and trembling and your stomach hurted,you wanted to tell him that you were pregnant but didn't know how

Meanwhile your boyfriend is completely focused on you, looking at your face and your trembling body with pure concern. There's an instant feeling of protectivity that floods his mind as this sudden change has affected you harshly.

You can see he's fighting every urge to try to take away the pain by embracing you tightly, but he knows he can't. So instead, he strokes your back and keeps saying encouraging words. He tries his best to comfort you with whatever way he can, though he's not quite sure what else he could do to help.*

"I'm pregnant" You said with a feeble voice

The moment you say those words, he's immediately taken by surprise, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of being a father.

"You're pregnant?" He asks, his voice a mix of both shock and happiness. It's obvious he felt many things at once, but he doesn't even care about his own feelings right now. He only wants to make sure that you're doing okay and doesn't want you to suffer alone.

You nodded as you indicated the pregnancy test on the sink

He looks over to them pregnancy test on the sink and his shock begins to turn into happiness and disbelief as he processes what is happening.

"You mean... You're pregnant... We did this?" He asks, almost as if he can't quite believe it himself. His expression softens and he wraps his arms around you, gently hugging you close to his chest. His voice has this quiet wonder to it, and there's this light shine in his eyes that you haven't really seen before.

"You're not mad?" You asked looking at Choso worried

"Mad?" He shakes his head. "Why would I be mad?? I'm so happy!"

He pulls you closer to him, squeezing you tightly. You can tell he's feeling overprotective and want to ensure that nothing will harm you both. The baby bump is nowhere to be seen yet at this early stage, but he wants to hold on to you and protect you with all his might already.

"I would never be mad about something as wonderful as this..." He says in a low voice as he smiles widely. You can see that all his worries and anxieties have disappeared suddenly as he wraps his arms tighter around you from behind, holding you close to him. His expression looks genuinely happy now, the joy written all over him. He's clearly not unhappy about this pregnancy.

"I think this is great... I mean..." He says, his hands now resting along your sides, holding you tightly. He pulls you in even tighter to him now and lets out a low, delighted chuckle. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He says excitedly as he continues smiling. You can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes against you now.

"And I'm gonna be a parent" You said stroking your stomach lovingly.

"Yes..." He says, still smiling widely. There's such genuine joy in his eyes now. His hands still rest on your sides, but are now softly caressing you. You can almost feel the amount of care and affection he has for this unborn child and this feeling warms you up inside as he continues stroking your stomach.

And the months pass, the both of you slowly preparing for the baby's arrival. Choso takes part in this process, accompanying you on doctor appointments and doing his best to make sure everything is going well with the pregnancy. The feeling of being on this journey together is a fulfilling one, and his love and concern for the unborn child is obvious.

Your stomach has visibly grown and Choso's affection was still as strong as ever. At every chance, he'd be constantly stroking your stomach lovingly. Sometimes, he'd even kiss your belly softly or whisper words to the child that was growing inside you.

You'd sometimes be surprised by how much Choso already seems to love your unborn child, despite the fact that he/she hasn't even been born yet. He'd kiss your stomach every morning when you wake up, kiss it before going to bed, and even kiss it at times like during conversations on the phone. It's hard to deny that he's already very attached to the child growing inside of you.

Now you're at home together, the two of you sitting on the couch, watching TV. Choso is gently caressing your stomach as his fingers idly stroke it affectionately. This simple gesture already reveals the affection he has for the child inside of you. He also seems more than content just by being near you. You see this every day, him being content just by having your company and stroking your stomach lovingly. This moment is as calm and peaceful as can be.

Then you start to feel a weird sensation in your stomach. At first, you're not sure what it is. Then, the sensation becomes more apparent and you realize this is definitely some sort of movement. It feels like butterflies in your stomach before it becomes more pronounced, until you're sure you're feeling little kicks from your baby inside you.

At the sensation of your baby kicking inside you, Choso's expression changes instantly. His eyes become wide with wonder and he starts to smile widely. He leans forward towards your stomach and presses his ear against it, listening to the sound of your child moving in your belly. His hands reach for yours and gently take them in his own.

Immediately, this makes your heart skip a beat. After all, feeling your baby kicking inside you for the first time is a pretty memorable and amazing thing. You could probably see the same expression on Choso's face now as he begins stroking your stomach more vigorously. He's just as excited as you are about these sudden movements, his heart pounding with joy.

"What are you hearing?" You asked looking softly at your boyfriend

"I'm hearing... Our baby..." He says softly as his eyes become filled with warmth as well. The idea that this child is a real thing and that he and you have created it is enough to fill Choso's heart with joy. The sounds of the child moving inside you remind him of that reality and he finds it both incredible and precious. His voice is soft and gentle as he continues listening.

"They're moving a lot right now..." He says sweetly as his ear continued pressing against your stomach. He's smiling widely and seems to be enjoying his new role as a parent and your loving partner. He strokes your hand gently as he holds it, still listening to the faint sounds of your baby moving in your stomach. "Can you feel them too?" He asks, raising his head to look at you.

"Mhm mhm" You said sweetly feeling contented

He continues looking at you with a contented look as his other hand travels up and rests gently against your stomach at the exact place where your child is moving inside. "It's so... Amazing, isn't it?" He asks softly as his fingers trail along the shape of your baby, still listening for the movements. The whole process of your pregnancy and the creation of your child feels like a miracle to him.

You see his eyes are filled with nothing short of wonder and affection as he keeps listening. He leans his head back down, this time pressing his lips gently against your stomach. The idea that your baby is in there makes his smile brighter. His hands continue stroking your stomach in a small circle to feel a bit more of the movements. He genuinely seems to be enjoying this moment and it even makes him look even more charming than he already was.

After nine months of waiting, the moment you and your boyfriend have been anticipating finally arrives. It's the day you're going to have your baby and Choso is beside you, ready to support you during this process. He's holding your hand tightly as he waits anxiously by your side while the doctors and nurses prepare you for the delivery. The whole atmosphere in the room is filled with tension, but also excitement, as the doctors work hard to ensure everything goes well. Meanwhile, Choso continues keeping his hand in your own, keeping you safe and protected.

The hours pass by slowly as it's difficult to hold back your nervousness and anticipation. Eventually, the time comes when you're finally about to give birth. Things start to speed up as the labor pain hits, but Choso doesn't let go of your hand. Even when you grab his hand tighter, he doesn't flinch. You can feel his fingers squeezing back into yours as he keeps supporting you and encouraging you with his presence alone. The moment he sees you in pain, he gets uneasy. He really wants this to be over as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Choso's eyes widen as he felt your grip tighten on his hand. He becomes even more nervous when he sees you gritting your teeth from the pain and squeezing hard on his fingers. But he doesn't let this make him panic and he continues supporting you through it all. He looks at you with concerned eyes, his other hand rubbing your arm softly to try and comfort you. It's evident that he's worried about you and wants nothing more than for this to be over. You can feel his heartbeat getting faster while he looks at you nervously.

"Push,Y/n,push!" The nurse encouraged as you were planting and groaning anguished as you pushed with all your might gripping harder Choso hand

Choso is right there, right next to you as you push and he's watching closely. It's obviously a daunting thought to him to think that you're going through something so painful and he can't do anything about it. Every time he sees you in pain, he feels like crying. He's squeezing your hand tighter as you grip his, his nails digging into your skin as he continues rubbing your arm gently, trying to help you however he can.

You can't help but cry and scream in agony as you struggle to push the baby out. It's a harrowing experience, but Choso is right by your side throughout it all. He's holding on to you as tight as can be, trying to help comfort you in any way possible. His heart beats frantically every time he hears you scream, but he's still trying to stay strong for you.

Things start to get even more intense for both of you as your labor goes on. The doctor's instructions become more urgent as you're told to push even harder to get the baby out . You are experiencing so much pain, but Choso doesn't take a step back. He leans next to you and remains by your side, squeezing your hand tightly as he waits for this to be over.

"I can't...I can't" You finally said tired and exhausted,leaning your head on Choso forearm

He looks down at you with a concerned look. He's trying not to panic but his face is full of worry now. You can tell the pain you're in is breaking his heart and he's scared of what's happening. His other hand rubs along your cheek gently as he speaks. "Just a bit more... I know you can do this..." He says softly as you feel him squeezing your hand even tighter.

He can see the sweat glistening on your forehead and the tears on your cheeks. You look exhausted and in a lot of pain. He's completely focused on you now, his eyes glued to you with deep sympathy.

"Let's do it..." He says softly and leans down next to you. As you grip his hand even tighter, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You feel his breath against your neck as you're both pushing together now. His body is pressed right up against yours and he continues squeezing your hand tightly while you both support each other as you push together.

You push as hard as you can as you feel Choso squeezing your hand tightly and supporting you from behind. He's breathing hard now as the pushing becomes harder. This is the most stressful time for both of you but you can sense the strength of your bond as you work together to complete this task. You're now fighting on together.

You feel exhausted and overwhelmed after pushing hard and you just can't do it anymore. You lie back and close your eyes for a bit as your breath becomes labored. Choso's hands travel to your forehead and he strokes your hair gently. The movement of his fingers is comforting, soothing. He can hear your heart going faster than normal, but he stays calm and doesn't flinch at all. He keeps stroking your hair patiently, hoping it's helping you relax a bit.

You can feel the intense pain of the labor coming and going. In the moment when it's the strongest, you grab hold of his hand so tightly that your nails dig into his skin. His grip on you remains undaunted, though. He doesn't flinch or pull away, even now that you're gripping him so tightly. You can see that he's doing this for you, willing to bear through any pain if it means supporting you in this painful process.

Choso's eyes become wide when he hears you grunt from the pain. He squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he looks at you and watches you push. He's starting to feel powerless in comparison to your pain, as he can't do anything to ease it. You can hear the stress and worry in his voice when he speaks. His tone is soft and tender as he rubs the sides of your body. "Come on... Keep pushing. You can do it..."

"Ah amhn ah it nghn Ahh" you shouted whimpering breathing trough your noses as you pushed harder

Choso's expression is one of both fear and worry for you. Every single time you scream from the pain, his eyebrows raise and he grimaces, unable to hold back his own anguish. He feels the anguish with you, in this difficult ordeal that is supposed to bring joy to both of you. He grips your hand harder, his nails digging deeper into your skin, as he gives you words of encouragement to keep pushing. He can't bear to see you like this, but he knows that he must for the sake of your child.

You hear the doctor's encouraging words again "You can do it. One more push!" as he helps you push with all the strength you have left. You try to push as hard as you can. You don't have much strength left, but you use what you have to push the baby out as best as you can. You grunt and scream out loud as the pain comes in powerful, intense waves. You're exhausted and so close to giving up.

But just then the doctor calls out "I can see the head!" as he assists you and you hear him cheering you on. You know that means you're finally there, a lot closer to getting this baby out.

Everything becomes more intense as you push again, this time with even more strength than you thought possible.

You screamed gripping Choso hands hard almost hurting him as your body arched as you pushed

Choso grimaces when he feels you pinching him with your nails, but his grip on you is unbreakable. Your pain is his pain. The effort of pushing the baby out takes its toll on your body and your voice fills with agony every time you scream. Your body is pushing as hard as it can. You're sweating and exhausted from the amount of effort you're putting in to give birth. And suddenly, there's movement as the baby starts coming out of your womb. Your screams become louder and your body is exhausted as you push even harder.

Choso bites his lip and winces from the pain of the nail pinching, but he doesn't flinch and holds tight to you despite the pain. His grip is so tight that it almost feels like your hands are locked together. You're in this together and you both know that it's just the moment of truth. The baby's head finally comes out and the doctors all start yelling "PUSH" again, as they encourage you to keep going.

Your screams grow louder as the baby makes it out, the whole process being extremely painful and difficult. But you've made it this far, the end is near. You push one last time, as hard as you can, even though you never thought you would have been able to push more. But you somehow managed to find the strength you needed, and the baby slides out in one last push. The doctors are right there quickly wrapping the baby in blankets and checking it. Your body is drenched in sweat and your hair is soaked.

"My baby.." you said sobbing as you heard your baby wailing

It all finally felt worth it. As you lay there tired and exhausted, you hear that tiny voice and you see the doctors placing your baby in your arms. Your body is still shaking from the labor pain, and you've no thoughts about anything else aside from that perfect, beautiful child. You're still teary eyed, but you can't help but feel a warm smile on your face as you're finally able to hold your child. As the child stops crying, Choso leans over to see this miracle with his own eyes, his expression filled with awe and love.

You sobbed as you looks at your baby and then at Choso "I.. I.. made this..we.."

Choso's eyes are locked between you and your baby. He seems just as teary eyed as you are, completely awed and moved beyond words. When he finally manages to speak, he says softly... "We did."

Choso's lips form a soft and gentle smile as he leans close to you. He wipes away the tears that are still streaming down your face, his eyes filled with immense pride and affection. He finally manages to take in the beauty and complexity of the situation right before him, the two most important people in his life right here, in this moment.

Your baby is finally in your arms and you feel as if a weight has been lifted off you. And next to you is Choso, who isn't stopping smiling at you and his child. The tears don't stop streaming down your cheeks, but they no longer feel like sadness or pain, instead they're the tears of love and happiness. And Choso's eyes match yours, his eyes becoming watery with joy and affection for both of you.

"Do you wanna hold her?" you asked softly

Choso's heart seems to skip a beat as you ask him if he wants to hold his child. He hesitates for a second, his eyes glancing at the soft baby, and back at you. The look in his eyes is all the answer you already need. The next second, Choso is gently taking his child and holding it tenderly in his arms. His expression is of utmost contentment as he looks down at the tiny child sleeping peacefully, his hands gentle and caring as he holds it near his chest.

The baby seems so small in his hands, so helpless. But Choso takes care of her effortlessly, his arms cradling her lightly as he examines every inch of her body. He stares with awe as he watches her breathing and looks with satisfaction as he strokes her skin. The little child is so fragile and precious, and he takes in every detail with care and attention. Just the sight of her is enough to melt his heart and make him want to never let her go.

The sight melts your heart and you noticed Choso is sobbing quietly meanwhile looking at his baby

"What's wrong?" You asked

He looks up at you immediately, surprised. He thought he had managed to hide his tears but apparently, it was far too obvious. He tries to take a deep breath and compose himself before he can respond. "Nothing, I'm just..." His voice is choked as he chokes back his tears. "I'm just really happy."

"Choso..." you said looking at him as he hold her daughter tiny fingers with one of his

Choso is unable to hold back anymore as tears flow freely from his eyes. He's completely overwhelmed by the feeling of pure joy as his child is in his arms. He looks down at his fingers wrapped around hers, and he can't hold it in anymore. He breaks down and begins crying, his face buried into the soft blanket wrapping the child. His voice is cracked and choked with sobs. "She's so beautiful..."

Your tears mix with his, both of you overwhelmed with the emotions of this moment. It's true that giving birth is painful and exhausting, but looking at your crying boyfriend and your baby girl, nothing of it matters anymore. All that's important now is that your family is finally complete. And as if on cue, the baby lifts her head up and opens her eyes. She stares at both of you with a confused look, seeming a little overwhelmed by everything going on around her. Both of you smile as she seems to look directly at you. This one moment feels like eternity.

The three of you are locked in a stare for a couple of seconds. The baby doesn't really seem to grasp this whole situation yet, but she's clearly trying to. She makes a few baby noises, as if speaking is new to her. She's still completely stunned, not understanding this foreign world she suddenly appears in. But as she gazes at you with curious eyes, you can't help but stare back, your hearts overflowing with love. The three of you become so absorbed in this moment of mutual awe and affection, you might as well be the only people in the world.

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This was a bit longer than the Gojo one but I hope you enjoyed it 💕💕💕

☆I'm tired☆

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