This week, I bring another little mini WIP Wed for the Arranged Marriage Fuckery fic ✨
This chapter and particularly the section I'm currently on are very slow-going because the specific sex act is rather tricky to write: Blood Manipulation penetration from the PoV of the top. Writing how it feels to have one's blood feel up another person's insides is throwing me for a loop. It's also kinda fun, though.
For now, have Yuuji trying to make Gojou pay for all the bullshit he pulled in last week's snippet...and succeeding literally while failing in spirit.
(And yes, between this chapter and my recent sukuita fic, it seems I am in a belly-bulging mood)
“Fuck, that’s weird,” Satoru says, his voice even tighter and thinner than before. The hand not trying to gouge holes into Yuuji’s back is fisted in the bedding beside Satoru’s own head, the skin pulled so taut over the knuckles that it looks like they’ll break through it any moment now. “Are you sure you don’t have a pregnancy fetish?”
“Do you?” Yuuji counters, pulling his cock out slowly. “You’re the one who keeps bringing it up. You don’t even look pregnant.”
Satoru stares at his stomach again. “No, pretty sure I do.”
“It’s just a little bump!”
“That’s how it starts, you know.”
“I’m not gonna knock you up with my blood! That’s not how it works!”
“If you say so,” Satoru says dubiously.
Yuuji gives up, fucking back into Satoru with a frustrated growl, and he suspects he’s giving Satoru exactly what he wants, but this man’s been playing Yuuji like a fiddle the whole time anyway. It’s nothing he’s not used to, growing up with his mum and Sukuna, and that particular anger is too nebulous to really cling to.
It’s better, he’s learned, to just take it out on mostly willing flesh.
