✴︎ Fertility Window...Closed? ✴
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clanhead!gojo x infertilefem!reader
divider creds: sweethearticism
synopsis: You married into the Gojo clan with one main purpose: to continue its sacred bloodline. But what happens when you find out you’re infertile a year into this?
✴︎: infertility, arranged marriage, (attempted) phone sex, smut, riding/cowgirl, vaginal sex, gojo is whipped + has a big dih, banter, emotional vulnerability, communication, banter/arguing, praise, breeding kink, kissing, fingering, breast fondling, missionary, creampie, aftercare, fluff w/ happy ending, no use of y/n // I WARNED U, NOW TAKE PROPER ACTION!
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i’m ovulating so bad rn. the cure? clan head gojo ofc
NO AI WAS USEDDDDDD AT ALL! IT WAS JUST ME WHO WROTE THIS! got, it? ok thx!
this is my longest work so far, yay!
"No one's allowed to take youth away from young people."
- Satoru Gojo // JJK 0 Movie ✴︎
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“I am sorry to say this, but either you or your husband is most likely infertile.”
Though you had expected such news, your heart still dropped down to your ass. Even that was an understatement. Your heart splattering onto the ground would be more accurate. No amount of prior mental preparation clearly hadn’t been enough for this moment.
But no baby after a year of raw dogging it almost every night? What else did you expect? That was why you came to a fertility specialist without Satoru’s knowledge.
Your doubts had just been confirmed correct.
”It’s not my husband…Let’s just say that he probably also checked his fertility without telling me. Because I found test results shoved in one of his study’s drawers. Said something about healthy sperm.”
You didn’t even know clinics still used physical paper copies. All of your hospital data was accessed by logging into their app or sent via email.
The reproductive endocrinologist nodded her head in deep acknowledgment, mentally crossing out half of the possibilities on her list.
“Well, the hysterosalpingography shows you don’t have any cysts or blocked fallopian tubes to worry about. The issue is more than likely to be hormonal then.”
You remembered how painful the cramps were when they injected the special dye into your uterus. Instinctively, your thighs clenched together to shake off the cringy memory.
”Ma’am? Did you hear me?”
Her concerned tone brought you back to the present.
”Sorry, yes! I zoned out for a moment there. Did you ask me about something?”
”Yes, I was wondering about your menstrual cycle. Is it abnormal in any type of way?”
”Uh, no. I don’t think so. It happens every month for exactly six days. No irregular flow, though sometimes I do get pretty bad cramps.”
The doctor paused to type down a few notes on her laptop.
”Alright. Skin type? Dry? Oily? Combination?”
”I used to on my face before I got that treated. But it sometimes flares up on my upper back.”
She hummed to herself, aggressively clicking the keyboard. Seemed like she was getting to an answer.
”Just one more question for now. Do you struggle with weight gain or loss? Specifically around your stomach area, maybe?”
You blinked a few times, both impressed and taken aback by her swift accuracy.
”Um, yeah. I’ve actually got a bit of a stomach pudge.”
”…This isn’t an official diagnosis yet, but I assume you have polycystic ovary syndrome. Women can have regular menstrual cycles even with PCOS, so it’s a possibility. I’m going to send you off to get your blood drawn, so we can determine if your insulin and androgen levels are high or not.”
The rest of the hospital visit was a blur. You thanked the doctor, got your blood drawn on the first floor, and then drove back to the Gojo estate. You played your favorite artist's new album to fill in the silence, but you couldn't reap any enjoyment from it. Your finger clicked the pause button and you spent the rest of the trip in unnerving quietness.
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You must've been debating for a whole hour by now—to call or not to call? He was gone for another exorcising mission and you didn't want to be a bother, right? No, you knew that was just a lame excuse. The real reason why you hadn't called him yet is because you had no idea what his reaction would be. The most plausible one would be immediate divorce, you assumed. Having babies was the whole reason you guys had been married off to each other after all.
But a divorce didn't even sound that bad. Prior to this marriage, you had been a Grade 1 sorcerer teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High School. Maybe that's why he picked you—a strong, capable coworker. It was easier than scouting for a woman from the main clans. Initially, you wanted to turn the offer down. But you learned that the Gojo clan and rejection were polar opposites. After various threats, monetary bribes, and endless bickering between your parents, you had become Satoru Gojo's wife. And nothing more than that. Because the clan elders demanded that you gave up your job. Exorcising curses would be too risky if you got pregnant and teaching would take away time from being a so-called "dutiful wife". Now, your days were spent taking care of clan issues. Whether it was financial or territorial, Satoru had entrusted the work (which was supposed to be his own responsibility) to you. Thankfully, you received pay from it. Though it was slightly odd that the cash was coming from some random elders.
A separation would finally free you both from this inescapable situation. Of course, he'd probably be forced to marry someone else right after, but that wouldn't be your problem anymore. And you could go back to teaching and sorcery again. Would it be awkward running into your ex-husband at work? Most definitely. However, that was something you could worry about in the future.
With a sudden burst of determination to get this all over with, you tapped on Satoru's contact info and called his number.
Within the first few rings, he picked up.
You ended the call immediately, toes curling from that corny nickname. He knew how much you hated it, and yet he still used it just to make you cringe.
Your phone exploded with ten missed calls from him. After a long moment of contemplation, you picked it back up with a dreary sigh.
"Who knew one word could bother you so much?"
You could hear the mirth in his voice. He didn't even try concealing it.
"If that's all you wanted to pester me with, I assume this is the end of our conversation."
"Aw, come on. Don't be like that! What's up? You rarely call first."
"Well, where are you right now?"
"Just finishing up some work in Takasaki. Why ask?"
"I'll wait until you come back. I think I have to tell you something."
"Oh? You can't tell me over the phone right now?"
"I'd prefer not to," you cleared your throat loudly.
"Alright, then. I'll be quick."
You both went silent, though the lack of discussion wasn't awkward. Since there was nothing else to say, your thumb hovered over the red decline button.
"...What are you wearing right now?" he spoke up in a softer tone.
You raised a questioning brow, even though he couldn't see it.
"Does it matter? I hope you don't expect me to be in a full kimono or suit this late at night."
"Just humor me, will ya?"
"Nothing exciting. Just a white shirt and sweatpants."
"I'm guessing the shirt is mine?"
"Yeah, it's comfy. Is that a problem?"
"No, not at all," he replied back instantly.
"You wearing anything else?"
"Just my leprechaun hat and tutu skirt. Dumbass, I just told you! What are you even saying right now?" you scoffed sarcastically.
"Are you really that clueless? I'm asking if you got any panties on."
"How can you say that without any shame?"
"I'm on a train right now. Practically deserted."
"That's still in public. How embarrassing."
"Quit avoiding my question, wifey."
Again with that fuckass nickname. You were one grievance away from somehow reaching for his head through the screen and banging it against a wall.
"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"
"I would. Very much. Answer me."
"Light blue. Seriously, what the fuck is up with these empty questions?"
He chuckled quietly, "You know that's my favorite. I appreciate your effort, but all you have to do is ask."
"The hell?! I wasn't doing it for you! I just picked a random pair in the morning!"
"Pair? What, you wearing a cute, lacy bra for me too?"
"Forget this. I'm done with your silly bullshit."
The bedroom was filled with droning silence once you hung up. Moonlight poured in through the huge window, but it wasn't visible due to the lamp's dim illumination. It seemed he would get back home late. If you could even call this empty estate a home. You decided to just save the news for tomorrow. You rose and crossed the room to switch the lamp off, space now consumed by darkness.
"Thought I'd find you here," your husband's voice suddenly came from the doorway.
You yelped in surprise, stumbling backwards onto the mattress.
"Gojo, what the fuck?! We've gone over this! Stop teleporting without warning!"
He frowned upon hearing his surname, politely correcting you, "It's Satoru. I just wanted to see you."
"Don't tell me you ditched your mission."
"Of course not. I had already exterminated the curses and finished clean-up. I was only on the train to pick up some sweet treats on the way back."
"So what happened to said sweet treats?"
"I've got one right in front of me, no?"
He unzipped his signature black jacket and let it fall to the ground. Without breaking eye contact, he hiked himself onto the bed and slowly crawled until he hovered over you.
"Where is this coming from all of a sudden?" you mumbled back, annoyance faltering with his strong presence.
"Are you playing dumb on purpose or something? I thought we were having some good phone sex."
"So that's why you were being so weird?"
"Well, I was waiting for you to get the hint. Too bad we didn't make it to the mutual masturbation part."
“Gojo, you’re definitely tired—”
“Again with the Gojo shit? C’mon, who refers to their husband using his last name?”
You shrugged, ”It’s just awkward, I don’t know.”
"It shouldn’t be. You don’t have any issues when we’re in bed though. It’s always, ‘Satoru, faster!’ or ‘Right there, Satoru!’ with you,” he huffed, hot air brushing baby hairs from your face.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. How were you supposed to respond when he sounded genuinely upset?
His eyes lowered to your parted lips, body leaning down to catch them with his own. Your tense body naturally relaxed under his soft, unhurried kisses.
However, your mind was all over the place. He probably wanted to try for a baby again tonight…but would there even be a point now?
You snapped back to the present when you felt his hard-on against your inner thigh.
"I’ve been hard since I was on the train and received a call from you.”
"…You’re seriously that easy?”
"For my wife? Absolutely.”
You didn’t protest as he removed your shirt (well technically it was his) and sweatpants, tossing them to the ground carelessly. He leaned backwards to take a good look at you, his pupils dilating out of proportion.
"You really are wearing blue lace.”
"Did you think I was lying? Now why would I do that?”
"Hmmm, because you know I’d check to make sure.”
He smiled, “Whatever you say. But the fact still stands—you’re beautiful.”
You blinked slowly, his honest words leaving you speechless. His smile grew even wider, pearly whites visible.
“How cute,” he placed a wet kiss on the swell of your left breast.
You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second. Your hand reached behind to unhook your bra, but Satoru gently stopped you.
"Keep it on. I like you in blue.”
He sluggishly stripped his own clothes off and then switched your positions. You were on top now, your thighs snuggly straddling his. His cock was stiff against his stomach, mushroom tip already leaking with pre-cum. You were starting to think the Gojo Special wasn’t the Six Eyes ability. Instead, it had to be veiny and fat dicks. No wonder the past clan heads all had a billion children.
Children. Right, something you couldn’t give him. Guilt gnawed at your stomach for keeping this from him. Why were you on his lap when there’d be no outcome to this?
"What’s wrong?” Satoru turned your jaw, so you could face him properly.
His eyes glimmered with underlying concern.
“Does this have to do with whatever you wanted to tell me?”
Damn him for being so observant.
You forced yourself to exhale and quickly made something up on the spot.
"No, I forgot what I wanted to tell you earlier. Let’s just say I don’t like this position. It feels like my belly pudge is on display."
While Satoru's face scrunched in confusion, his hand began to rub small circles over your clit through the pretty lace. Your hands clutched his shoulders for support, hips subconsciously grinding into his touch.
"I think you're just being too hard on yourself. Besides, I like cowgirl because your expression tells me just how much I make you feel good. Like right now."
"That's not fair," you whispered, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he lightly pinched the bundle of nerves.
"Life's not fair. Now come ride me, baby."
"I already do all of your stupid paperwork. Now I gotta do all of the work here too?"
"...Why, do you actually not want this?"
Satoru's irises briefly flickered with insecurity. The Strongest was capable of such emotions? Usually, his cockiness was unbearable, but that side was gone.
What were you supposed to tell him? Something like: "Oh haha, there's no point in fucking anymore because I'm infertile! Okay, let me sign the divorce papers now!"
Fuck no. Once you received your official diagnosis, you would tell him. And then things will naturally unfold from there.
Your hand shoved your panties to the side, exposing your pussy dripping with arousal.
Though Satoru was a pretty crude individual, his cheeks were completely flushed now.
"You're so wet...Please, I need you to ride me," he barely managed to choke out.
You grabbed Satoru's twitching cock and tapped it against your entrance a few times, earning a pained gasp from his swollen lips. Both of you moaned when you pushed down, slowly taking him inch by inch until the hilt fit inside. The huge stretch made it impossible to move at first, your greedy hips resorting to tiny humps against his pelvis. Requiring his own anchor, his big hands came up to rest on your hips—a comforting presence.
"You like having me wrapped around your pinky finger, hm? Does it boost your ego?" he groaned out nonsense, drunk off the feeling of your warm walls.
He didn't give you a chance to respond before he deeply kissed you, his puffy lips coaxing yours to open up. What moved you was that you could feel the genuine affection in each of his actions. The silly banter. The shared vulnerability. Fuck, even the way his tip grazed your cervix was endearing. Your safety and comfort was always his first priority, even though he technically owed you nothing.
The tears fell from your eyes before you could fully process it. Satoru immediately pulled away from the kiss, cupping your face in worry.
"Sweetheart? Am I hurting you? Should I pull out?"
You violently shook your head and used your forearm to swipe the droplets away.
"No, it's just that...Satoru, I want your babies."
Of course, his cock twitched inside of you. But he was also looking at you with so much adoration that it felt illegal to glance away. He giggled wholeheartedly and peppered chaste kisses all over your face. Because he knew you meant it in a way far beyond this mere arrangement.
"You want to be the mother to my kids? Just so you know, I'd be nothing like those bastard, absent dads."
He gripped your hips with more force and started bouncing you on his cock, leaving you a moaning mess.
He rambled on, "I just know you'll look so beautiful pregnant. All round and swollen. I'll brag to my students every day. Nanami and Shoko too. I'll talk their ears off if I have to."
His pace sped up when he saw how your eyes rolled back, too lost in pleasure to comprehend what he was saying.
"You won't have to do a thing. I'll hire a hundred more staff members to help cook and clean. And no matter what time it is, I'll appease to your silly food cravings."
When he slammed into your G-spot, your mouth could only scream one thing—his name.
"Satoru, right there! Please don't stop...Fuck," the lust had caused your mind to shut off.
"Right here? You want me to fuck a baby into this spot right here?"
You knew better. You knew you couldn't nurture a life in your womb, and yet you still nodded in between sobs.
"I'll give you everything, honey. Whatever you want. I'll keep you stuffed with my seed even when your belly's already full."
He could tell that you were close by the way your walls clenched around him erratically. His teeth tugged your bra straps down before latching onto your soft tits, tongue darting out to flick over hardened nipples.
"That's it, baby. C'mon, give me a big one. I know you want to."
He thrusted up into you a few more times, moaning in satisfaction as he watched you fall apart.
The building heat in your gut finally snapped, waves of sheer pleasure infiltrating your senses. You leaned forward to bite his shoulder, unable to process such ecstasy in any other way. He fucked you through it, prolonging your climax until he spilled inside.
"Take it all. Don't you dare let it spill," he grunted into your ear.
White, hot ropes of cum splurted deep inside, while his cock started to soften after the mind-blowing orgasm. Satoru caught your lips with his briefly, hand stroking over your back.
"Are you alright? Did I overdo it?"
With a small grin, you shook your head and wrapped him into an embrace.
"Hmmm, maybe you should cockwarm me the whole night. Wanna make sure it takes this time," his smile turned wolfish.
"Don't push it," you scowled back.
"Okay, okay," he lifted you up slightly to pull out.
Satoru's eyes hungrily lapped up the sight of his cum pouring out of your tumid cunt. The white sap dripped down your inner thighs and stuck onto his sweaty abdomen. How erotic. He knew he'd never get tired of that view.
"Get up, baby. We have to wash ourselves."
You groaned in protest, "Later."
He surrendered without a fight, "Sure."
The two of you cuddled together, starting to talk about random things. However, you dozed off halfway through your sentence. He gently shook your shoulder and called your name a few times, but it was no use. He wanted the moment to last a little longer, but clearly you hadn't.
While chuckling to himself, he fetched a wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned your body. Then, he lay beside you again and kissed your forehead a few times.
"...I love you," he whispered into your ear, knowing you weren't conscious to hear it.
A confession neither of you had been brave enough to make yet. Even after over a year of marriage and intimacy. But now he dared to speak up.
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You woke up relatively late, eyes blinded by the sun's bright rays. You turned to find Satoru's side of the bed empty and cold. He probably got called into work early again. There was a handwritten note on the nightstand.
Good morning! Well, knowing you, it's probably noon by now. You always wake up late after we fuck. Anyway, I left this here because I'm sorry for leaving you. :( I have to go take care of some cursed spirits in Kamakura. Since I couldn't make breakfast for you, I'll cook dinner instead. See you tonight! - Satoru
You almost snorted from how corny the letter was. It's not you guys lived in the 1400's or anything. He could've easily sent a text instead.
Your phone was right next to the piece of paper. You grabbed it to check on your daily emails and socials.
Your heart did a full gymnastics floor routine right there. Ten back handsprings at the very least.
Right, the results of your blood test from yesterday. Abnormally high amounts of both insulin and androgens were found in your stream. The official diagnosis? Polycystic ovary syndrome. Exactly what your doctor had predicted.
It said your condition was treatable enough to the point where you could successfully conceive and give birth to a healthy baby. But maybe you shouldn’t tell Satoru about that part. This was the chance for the two of you to reclaim your lives. You shouldn’t ruin that possibility with the slightest hint of hope.
Though the idea of having children with Satoru surprisingly wasn’t repulsive. In fact, maybe you would’ve enjoyed it. Sure, he had to away for work a lot, but he would still make an effort to be there. Even if he didn’t love you, he would surely love his own flesh and blood. He already adored his students so much and protected them from exploitative elders, especially Yuta and Yuji.
Besides, adding a whole human being to his priority list wouldn’t be feasible now. He would have to wait at least a couple of years before remarrying, and surely he’ll be more capable then. It didn’t matter who the mother was, as long as he got his “heirs”.
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Satoru burst into the study where you were buried among stacks of papers. Seeing that his blindfold was still on, you assumed he had just got off of work.
”Those old geezers could be saving so many trees if they had just switched to digital format,” you grumbled with irritation.
”You know how they are. Sticking to tradition and whatnot.”
He stopped talking for a moment to place a kiss on top of your hair, to which you responded with a swat to his face.
”Sorry, sorry! It must’ve been wash day, huh? Your hair’s got that tropical smell. Anyway, what dish do you want from the master chef Satoru Gojo tonight?”
Your previous demeanor switched to a nervous one, once steady hands now fiddling around with a pen.
”Uhm, actually, there’s something I need to tell you. You might want to take a seat.”
”Wait, we should be conversing while eating delicious food at the same time! I’ll be right back.”
He was already turning towards the door.
It was now or never. You knew yourself well enough. You would just chicken out again if you waited until dinner.
His movements immediately stilled
As if he was operating on autopilot, Satoru took a seat across from you.
He removed his blindfold, revealing a face that wasn't shocked nor disappointed. Just a tad bit confused.
"That's what you wanted to tell me? Well, I already assumed something along the lines of that. No conceiving after a year of unprotected sex was a telltale sign after all."
Your opened your mouth to respond, but he kept going.
"Besides, I noticed how my own fertility test results were just slightly out of place. You must've stumbled upon that information in the drawer and taken your own initiative. Am I wrong?"
He was an intelligent guy, what else did you expect? His accuracy was basically as precise as whenever he hit your G-spot. An odd comparison, but it made sense.
"The clinic diagnosed me with PCOS."
"Oh? You have ovarian cysts?" his brows furrowed in hidden concern.
"Fortunately, no. It's mostly got to do with my hormonal imbalance."
"Ah, I see. There was no need to fret over sharing this with me. I'm glad you told me."
His comforting hand extended toward yours, but you shrunk away.
"You don't get it. I can't give you babies."
His expression turned stiff, as if appalled by your choice of words.
"Give? Don't talk about our future kids like they're mere Christmas gifts. And that wasn't even my main worry, so why should it be one of yours? Prioritize your own health first and then we can have this discussion."
"Are you not listening to me?"
"I heard you loud and clear. You're infertile, not sterile. So quit worrying about it."
He was growing weary about the conversation solely revolving around children. You sucked in a sharp breath before resorting to lies.
"Regarding fertility, my condition is untreatable. I won't be able to bear a child in my own womb."
There was a brief intermission, like this was a break in the middle of an intense movie.
"You really expect me to believe such a flimsy hoax? Do you think I'm stupid just because I like to goof around?"
Satoru's body tremored from his quiet chuckles. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Yeah, that was a pretty dumb move.
"Alright, fine. I'll play into whatever this is. Nothing changes between us though."
"Do you really think I give a crap about continuing my legacy? If anything, I don't want to pass down such a heavy burden to an innocent child. It wouldn't be fair to steal their youth away."
You knew what he meant. He was referring to his own experiences.
He suggested, "How about we adopt then? That sounds nice."
"You know the clan elders would hate that. They constantly preach about keeping the bloodline pure. Whatever that means. Honestly, we should just the divorce over with and you can have babies with someone else."
That caught Satoru's attention. He stood up, glaring down at you like you've just murdered his family.
"That seemed like the most reasonable path."
"Why? You can still have kids though. And even if you don't want to, that's okay. It can just be the two of us."
"Well, I don't know. It feels like we're holding each other back. I want to teach again. And do you know how long it's been since I've used my cursed technique?"
"Then return to your job. It's that simple. I'll smush down anybody's protests."
"I hope you don't mean literally—" you attempted to joke.
"Don't mention a divorce to me again," his jaw clenched before he stalked out of the room.
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Just as promised, he made salmon nigiri for you. He ate dinner as if nothing had happened, placing more food on your plate whenever you finished your serving without a word.
Though, when it was time for bed, the air charged with unanswered questions. You took a shower to wash off the nervous sweat from earlier, leaving your skin warm to the touch and mind pleasantly lightheaded. You lied on your side of the bed, trying to suppress the anxiety that took root in your chest even now.
Satoru walked around and crouched down in front of you.
"...I'm sorry about my outburst earlier. That wasn't the right way to handle such a mature topic."
You blinked a few times, uneasiness dwindling bit by bit.
"It's okay. I shouldn't have brought it up randomly."
He nodded slowly in acknowledgment before reaching for your hand in the dark. This time, you didn't cower from him. A small smile of relief appeared on his face as his fingers intertwined with yours.
"Did you mention divorce because I make you unhappy?"
You shook your head, pillow rustling beneath you.
"Have I been neglecting your needs due to work?" his voice grew softer.
"I keep myself busy with all of your paperwork," you huffed playfully.
"It's time to hire a secretary, huh?" he laughed with you.
He continued, "Do you feel trapped?"
"Yes, I won't lie to you. Without sorcery and teaching, it feels like I've lost all purpose."
"You can start again whenever. You won't hear anything from the clan. I'll make sure of it."
You muttered a small "thanks" and then his head slightly drooped. A long period of silence followed. His thumb had been absentmindedly rubbing small circles into the back of your hand this whole time. His motions didn't stop even when words did.
When his head raised up again, his eyes shined with vulnerable affection.
"...Did you really mean what you said last night? About wanting kids with me."
Though your skin was heating up from more than just the shower, you forced yourself to push on. You slightly nodded.
He leaned in closer, "Why? Is it because that's your 'duty'?"
His tickling breath caused goosebumps to rise over your skin.
His lips pursed into a tight line together before he let out a small chortle.
"Then why were you so adamant on letting me go?"
"I assumed that's what you wanted. I don't really know."
His hand lightly grasped your chin to maintain eye contact.
"Silly woman. Next time, we talk things out before jumping to conclusions, okay?"
Satoru closed the remaining distance to kiss you sensually. You immediately reciprocated, parting your lips and sucking on his tongue. His body shifted so that he hovered on top—forearms keeping him up.
"Just so you know," he cooed in between kisses, "I love you too."
His mouth moved downwards to bite at your neck.
"Always have found you fascinating."
Your collarbones bloomed with hickies now.
"But a fling between coworkers wouldn't have been enough to satisfy me. So I kept things professional."
He lifted your shirt to see no bra, tender breasts on display.
"But when my clan pushed for marriage? I knew I had to seize the opportunity before someone else did. I'm done with regrets consuming me."
Your breath slowed when one of his hands massaged your tits, occasionally switching between the two.
"Now, let me take care of my needy wife, yeah?"
Your legs spread without him needing to say it out loud.
He only whistled, "Atta, girl."
That same hand tugged your waistband down and off of your legs.
"No panties either? Naughty."
He teased your clit a few times until you visibly relaxed beneath him.
You let out broken breaths when he inserted his thick index finger.
You fervently approved, "Please don't stop."
He started with a slow rhythm, gradually increasing the pace as your walls loosened. He slipped another digit in.
"That's two. Think you can handle a third?"
You bit your lip, tugging at his snowy hair.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Three fingers now pumped in and out of you with ease. His callouses added extra friction, while your enlarged clit was stimulated by his grazing thumb. Noises of slick and blissed-out moans echoed throughout the master bedroom.
You kissed him in between gasps—to which he eagerly submitted to.
"Wait, Satoru," you whimpered into his mouth.
You had finally used his first name, instead of "Gojo".
"Is that right? I'll take you there, go ahead."
"No, I want to do it with you."
His fingers ceased their scissoring motions at once.
"Your wish is my command," he kissed your forehead before sitting back.
In the blink of an eye, his clothes were stripped off.
Satoru fisted his cock a few times before lining it up to your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he was fully inside. Your legs were already trembling, overwhelmed by his size.
"I know, baby. I know," he hushed you with a deep kiss.
His hips pulled all the way back before sinking in again, eliciting soft moans from both of you.
"You want my baby? I'll make sure to give it to you this time."
He held your plush thighs up, so he had more space to pump his dick in and out. He was completely enamored with how you took him so eagerly. He watched as his hard-on became more and more coated with your own arousal.
"You're so warm..." he groaned out in euphoria.
"You like that?" you weakly mewled.
He beamed back at you, leaning forward to nibble on your earlobe.
"I love it. Want you to cum around me."
Satoru's hips drove into you with a sense of purpose, his slight curve ramming against your G-spot over and over again. Though his pounding might have seemed rough, he constantly checked up with you.
"You're close, right? You're tightening up. Careful, you'll split my dick into two."
"Good. I've always wanted to try double penetration," you giggled.
"Oh, you're a brat. Sorry, you can only have this dick for the rest of your life. Nobody else's."
He made sure you cummed first, which he prolonged by messing with your clit and nipples. Only once you were fully satiated did he release, cock visibly pulsing. When Satoru pulled out, his cum started to spill from your stretched-out hole.
"Oh no, we can't have that."
He used his plushy tip to collect the escaping white streams and then fucked the cum back into you.
You two must've cuddled for an hour afterwards. You lay on top of him, nails lightly drawing mindless shapes and patterns into his chest. If the conversation ceased, you would steal those brief moments to kiss his cheek. In return, he would happily nuzzle your nose with his until you ducked away. In the midst of this vast estate, you had made yourself a home.
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After a long day of keeping your students in check and exorcising curses, you were finally home. You shucked your shoes off at the front door and paused to take a deep breath. Strong arms wrapped around you from behind.
"Hi, baby. How was your day?" Satoru placed a quick kiss to your trapezius.
"You'll never stop teleporting, huh? And it was the same as always. Still rewarding though—"
You forgot whatever you were going to say the second your toddler daughter waddled towards you.
"Hello, sunshine! Did you just wake up from your nap? Are you hungry?"
Leaving Satoru in the dust, you crouched down to be at her height level.
She clapped with joy and gurgled out, "I missed you, Mommy!"
Your heart might as well have exploded right then. You picked her up and twirled her around in the air.
"Mommy missed you soooo much! Mwah!" you placed a fat kiss to her chubby cheek.
"Hey, where's my kiss? Daddy missed Mommy too," he pouted.
His eyes fluttered shut, clearly expecting a smooch. You just laughed in his face and carried your daughter over to the kitchen.
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Satoru entered the bedroom with a tired, yet content grin. Upon hearing your question, he gave a quick thumbs-up.
"Anyway..." he drawled out.
He yanked you onto the bed before attacking you with pecks everywhere.
"Don't think I didn't catch your attitude earlier."
"It was just a joke! Please, spare me!" you squirmed beneath him, unable to contain your laughter.
"You better keep quiet if you don't want the kid walking in on Mommy being folded like a pretzel."
You gasped in mock horror, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, I don't know. Should we make a bet?"
thanks so much for reading! hope ya liked it! :)
i myself do not have pcos so my knowledge is very limited. i hope i did not offend anyone
this was not proofread so just pretend the horrendous mistakes aren't there
