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Yuuji had no business feeling jealous. His husband, the father of his four children, has never given him any reason to doubt his feelings and commitment to Yuuji. Yet, Yuuji couldn't help but pout as he mulled over the uncomfortable feeling that has been pooling in his gut. He gently stroked his protruding stomach, trying to ground himself. Baby number four seems to be the most troublesome child yet. The nausea, the backache, the bloating, the hormone fluctuation, and the hot flashes were not fun. His older children were much easier. But still, connecting with his unborn child, even through the barrier of his own body, did wonders to his bad mood. All of his children were walking assurance of his husband's love for him.
"When do you think your father will be back, hmm? You think he forgot about us?" Yuuji spoke to his bump after licking the spoon covered in Nutella.
"What? Now you are ignoring me too? You Gojo men are scum." Yuuji knew it was unfair to expect his 5-month-old unborn child to respond, but he was alone in the house, the baby couldn't really understand him, and he was mad at his baby daddy. So, why not?
"What did Dad do now?", the tired asked, startling Yuuji. He turned to face his oldest son and narrowed his eyes. God! Why did Aki have to look so much like his gorgeous husband? He was usually quite proud of himself for making a Gojo Satoru replica, but since he was pissed at the said gorgeous man, he couldn't help but feel annoyed at the fact that most of his children looked more like the older sorcerer than himself.
"What are you doing at home? I thought you and Shino were going on a mission." Yuuji cursed his fate for letting his son catch him at such a silly moment.
"Your scummy Gojo woman forgot her phone, and I had to come back to get it." Akihiko pointed to the shiny purple phone in his hand.
"Don't call your sister scummy!" Yuuji chided his firstborn.
"You just called my father, me, and my two brothers scum! Why is she an exception?!" Akihiko defended himself, throwing his hands up in annoyance.
"Well, you know what they say about eavesdroppers." Yuuji shrugged. He pushed the jar of Nutella towards his son, an open invitation for a truce.
Akihiko sighed, swiping a spoon from the cupboard, he walked towards Yuuji and sat down at the table, facing his mother. "So, what did Dad do to make you mad?"
"How do you it's your dad and not you who made me mad?", Yuuji asked as he licked the chocolate spread from his fingers.
"Because Tou-san would be here kicking my ass if I displeased you in any way."
Yuuji smiled, not being able to argue with that logic. He noticed his son looking at him, still waiting for an answer.
"It's just the hormones, kiddo. Don't worry about it."
Akihiko huffed, not believing a single word of that lie. But he nodded anyway. "You know, I'll tell the judge I want to live with you if you guys get divorced. Shino will have a tough time deciding who to go with, and Nanami will go with Tou-san for sure. But if you give him enough fried chicken, he might just change his tune."
Yuuji cuffed his son on the side of his head, "Don't say such cursed words. Divorce? Your father and I? Quick, knock on wood". Yuuji would kill Satoru if the man even entertained a single thought of leaving the mother of his children. Satoru was it for Yuuji. There would never be another person he could ever give his heart to. If Satoru didn't feel the same, Yuuji would put his teacher-turned-husband back into the prison realm himself.
"So you aren't mad enough to leave him yet. That's a relief." Akihiko smiled. Then with a slight frown, he held Yuuji's hand. "Are you okay, though? What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, my little snowball. I promise. I'm just sensitive these days because of the pregnancy. I haven't seen your father all day and I guess I just miss him."
Akihiko looked thoughtful for a moment and asked, "It's that time of the year again, isn't it?"
Yuuji froze. Had his son noticed the pattern?
"What time of the year?"
"You know, that time of the year when Dad gets all moody and sad and uncharacteristically quiet for a few days."
Shit, Yuuji thought, he had noticed. Yuuji didn't know what he was supposed to do here. He knew his husband tried to keep his sorrow hidden away from the kids every year around the time of his best friend's death. But his son was a little too sharp sometimes.
"Your dad will be fine, Aki. Don't worry about him."
"I know he will be fine. He is always fine. But I'm curious. Why does he act like that? I know it makes you sad too."
Yuuji sighed. He knew his firstborn very well. He did not just inherit his looks and techniques from his father, but also his stubbornness. Aki simply would not leave the matter as long as he did not get an answer he deemed satisfactory.
"Look, Aki, this is not my story to tell. We both have to respect your father's privacy and accept that there are some things he simply does not want to share. But I'll tell you this. Your father lost a loved one in the past. It was before I even knew him, so I'm not really aware of the details either. I know it was hard on him but he has moved on since then. But there are some days when he still struggles with grief. There is nothing we can do about it. All we can do is continue to support him and love him...and give him the space he needs to mourn for a few days." Yuuji ran his fingers through his son's luscious hair, trying to comfort him.
Akihiko may tease his father and pretend not to care about him like any other typical sullen teenager. But Aki admired and respected Satoru more than anyone else in his life. When Yuuji was still pregnant with his eldest son, all he had to do was think about his boyfriend and his baby would start kicking in excitement. Even now, every single time his son learns a new technique, he would rush to his father's side to show off and will not leave until he receives a proud smile and an affectionate ruffle to the head. A lot of people who looked at Satoru and Aki's interaction from the outside may think that they had a strained relationship. But that couldn't be further away from the truth.
The silence between Yuuji and his son was broken by a sudden blaring of a K-pop ringtone. Aki reached into his jacket and pulled out his little sister's phone.
"What?"
Yuuji couldn't hear what the caller was saying but based on how Aki rolled his eyes and sighed, Yuuji guessed it was Shino calling her brother to demand that he hurry back.
"I'm coming, brat. You are the dumb one who forgot your phone here. I'm doing you a favor. Do not boss me around or I'll throw your damn phone into the jacuzzi." But as he was speaking, he quietly moved around to give Yuuji a tight hug and made his way toward the front door.
Yuuji forgot his sour mood and giggled at his children.
***
Yuuuuuuji-kun ~
Yes, sensei
How is your day going, my love?
Good. Where are you?
😟 Is my baby mad at me?
Why would I be?
I don't know! 😣
Are you?
No
Hmm...I don't believe you. I'm coming home. We'll talk then.
Okay
Oh, now you want to come home? Where have you been all day? Yuuji wanted to complain but held himself back.
Yuuji didn't really have a reason to be this mad. He had gone into their storeroom this morning to check on Nanami's old crib. They would need one soon and he would rather not buy a new one. Nanami's crib was a gift from the Gojo clan, sturdy and gorgeously made. Yuuji's heart ached the day they realized Nanami was getting too big for the crib.
For a long time, Yuuji believed that Nanami would be their last baby. He had a difficult birth with Shino. He lost a lot of blood and there was a good chance he wasn't going to survive it. When he woke up, his sensei had smothered him with kisses that tasted of tears. That day Gojo Satoru swore to get a vasectomy. Yuuji threatened to withhold sex if Satoru got snipped and that seemed to silence his husband.
Nanami was the baby Yuuji had to fight for. He begged and pleaded and demanded for a baby for months before Satoru even entertained the idea. So when Nanami outgrew his crib, Yuuji felt like it was the beginning of the end of his motherhood. But now that he was pregnant again, he had rushed into the storeroom to claim a piece of himself that he thought was lost forever.
The moment he entered, he realized that he wasn't the first person to have visited there today. The old oak wardrobe was open and underneath the creaky doors laid a framed picture of his husband and his late best friend. The two young men, barely adults, had their arms around each other, holding the other tightly as if they were afraid of the other disappearing into thin air, beamed at the camera. Gojo Satoru has never accepted nor denied it, but Yuuji knew Geto Suguru was more than his husband's best friend. The man in the picture was his husband's first love. Yuuji had only seen Geto when Kenjaku was using his body. But the young man he saw in the picture was so incredibly different. So full of life, joyful, and beautiful. And his sensei looked...ecstatic. It was the same look his sensei wore when Yuuji kissed him on their first date. He had seen that smile when they embraced for the first time after his sensei was released from the prison realm. It was the smile he expected whenever Yuuji announced his pregnancy or when Gojo laid his eyes on his newborn for the first time. Yuuji had believed that he or their children were the only ones who could draw such a reaction from Gojo Satoru. Apparently, he was wrong.
He felt bile rising in his throat and his stomach flipped. For the first time in his relationship, he was jealous. All this time, Geto Suguru was a vague idea to him. A rumor, a memory. He knew his husband went into a state of quiet mourning every year around his death anniversary. His husband's sadness made him sad too. But other than that, he has never given Geto Suguru or his relationship with his husband a second thought. But seeing how happy his sensei was with this other man made Yuuji silently rage with jealousy. Still, Yuuji had gently lifted the photograph, placed it back into the wardrobe, closed its creaky doors, and walked out of the storeroom. He had been in a bad mood since. His husband had gone wherever the fuck he goes on this day, Nanami was in preschool and the rest of his children were out for a mission. So he let himself stew in his feelings of insecurity.
"Yuuuuuuuuuujiiiiiii", he heard his husband call from the hallway.
"In here", Yuuji was laying down on their bed, scrolling through Pinterest for ideas for the new baby's room.
Satoru opened the door and leaped into the bed, mindful of Yuuji's belly. He wrapped his arms around Yuuji and placed wet kisses on his mate mark. Yuuji couldn't help but giggle and relax into his sensei's arm. But not before putting up some token of resistance by trying gently to push the older man away.
"Sensei! It tickles", he laughed. The arms around him only got tighter and the soft kisses became more insistent. All the frustration, insecurity, jealousy, and slight resentment Yuuji had been feeling evaporated into thin air.
The lips that have been raining kisses on his shoulders and neck found their way to Yuuji's mouth. Satoru grabbed onto the back of Yuuji's hair and tugged gently before licking the younger man's mouth open. Yuuji could taste a hint of spice on his husband's tongue and moaned. Yuuji threw his arms over his husband's shoulders and squeezed himself against the warm and firm body of the love of his life.
"Heavens, baby. You taste so good." Satoru spoke against Yuuji's lips. His hands were already wandering lecherously toward the gentle swell of Yuuji's breasts. He thumbed over the soft nipple, already beginning to harden thanks to his loving attention.
"I missed you, sensei." Yuuji gasped when Satoru pinched his nipple between his thumb and index finger. The slight pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure of having his husband's lips and weight on him.
"I missed you too, baby."
Yuuji couldn't stop the high-pitched whine that escaped from him when he felt his husband pull away from him.
"Come back and kiss me some more." Yuuji pouted and made grabby hands at Satoru. His devil of a husband merely laughed, pressed another kiss to his lips, laid down on his back, and pulled Yuuji closer to his chest.
"If I kiss you, baby, I'm not going to stop till I've fucked you at least twice. We need to talk first."
Yuuji closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the strong muscles of Satoru's chest, listening to the quick but steady rhythm of his sensei's beating heart.
Sensing that Yuuji was not going to say anything, Satoru decided to speak first, "So you want to tell me why our firstborn called me out of the blue and demanded that I make shit right with you?”
Yuuji smacked his own head and groaned, “Aki…”
Satoru gently took Yuuji’s in his and kissed his forehead softly.
“Baby, won’t you tell me what I did? Why were you sad? Why didn’t you just tell me you were feeling bad? Why did I have to hear it from our son?”
Yuuji groaned once again and buried his face in his sensei’s shoulder, his cheeks were heating up in embarrassment.
“Baby…tell me, please.”
Yuuji lifted his head almost unwillingly, gathering the courage to look at his husband. He looked into those blue eyes that could rival the ocean on a beautiful sunny day.
“I’m embarrassed,” Yuuji admitted honestly.
Satoru snored and rubbed Yuuji’s back in soothing circles, “We’ve been married for almost two decades. We have three wonderful children together and another one on the way. I have seen, touched, and licked every part of your body. I have seen you push out our children while threatening to skin my dick. Hell, we don’t even close the bathroom door anymore. There is no room for embarrassment in our marriage.”
Yuuji laughed at the memory of Aki’s birth. He had truly said some morally reprehensible things to the father of the baby back then. After the first birth experience, Gojo was sure Aki was going to be their only baby. Imagine his surprise when Yuuji went off of birth control a few weeks after Aki’s first birthday and demanded a second baby.
Yuuji knew that Satoru loves him and the family they created together more than anything in the world. Gojo Satoru always went above and beyond to accommodate Yuuji’s needs. From the very first day they started dating, Satoru had always made it clear that Yuuji would always be his priority. His sensei would burn the entire world down if he believed it would make Yuuji happy. Throughout their relationship and marriage, Satoru’s eyes have never strayed to another. Even when Yuuji was in the late stages of pregnancy, bloated, huge, and gassy, Satoru still continued to make him feel beautiful and desirable. This was the very first-time Yuuji experienced a sense of insecurity. But his wonderful husband did not deserve to be left alone in his confusion and self-doubt. He deserved honesty and openness from his mate.
But that didn’t mean he had to look at the love of his life while he admitted to something so embarrassing. Yuuji nuzzled into the crook of his husband’s neck. He felt his mate’s long fingers slowly caressing his hair and further relaxed into the embrace.
“I went to the storeroom today to check Nanami’s old crib for the baby. The old wardrobe was open and I saw a picture of you and Geto-san.” He held his breath and waited for a reaction from his mate. For a second he was afraid that Satoru might feel like his privacy was violated. But no such reaction came.
The blue-eyed sorcerer merely hummed and asked, “...and?”
“And I don’t know. I just felt weird. You just looked so happy in the picture and…I think I was jealous that he made you so happy.”
Gojo frowned at the admission, not that Yuuji could see it from his place of hiding.
“But baby, you see me being happier than that every day with you and our babies. Why would you be jealous?”
Yuuji gritted his teeth. He did not want to speak of the one particular thought that has been bothering him. He had been stubbornly showing the thought to the back of his mind, refusing to even acknowledge its existence.
The words felt like acid as he spoke them out loud, “If Geto-san hadn’t defected…if you had continued to be…whatever you were, would you even have taken a second look at me? Our babies, me, and the life we have built together…would it have been possible if Geto-san continued to be in our life? Are we…am I a consolation prize?”
Yuuji felt his sensei go deathly still. Gojo wasn’t even breathing as he processed what his mate had said. The hand that was caressing his hair grabbed the back of his neck and another hand took hold of his waist, gently pushing him away from his hiding spot. Yuuji felt his stomach tighten in panic. Satoru pulled his body up from the mattress before laying back down on his side. His arms found Yuuji again, pulling him into a full-body hug that lasted a lifetime. Yuuji felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, the tightness in his chest getting heavier.
“Yuuji, look at me, baby.” It was a plea.
Yuuji slowly lifted his gaze and met those beautiful blue eyes. His sense wore an expression that he could only describe as desperate. His eyes were wide and alert, taking in the vision of Yuuji as if he was afraid the younger man would disappear. There was a deep furrow between his eyebrows that Yuuji wanted to reach over and smoothen.
“I want you to listen carefully to what I am going to say, okay?”
Yuuji nodded.
“Suguru was my first love, that’s true.”
Yuuji tried to fight back against the ice coursing through his veins but failed.
“But baby, you are my everything.”
Yuuji could feel warmth blooming at the core of his body at the admission. He reached out to touch his sensei’s cheek, just holding that gorgeous face in his hands, assuring himself of the reality of the moment.
“You are my everything too, sensei.”
“No, baby, listen to me. You are everything. You are my whole entire world. You don’t make me happy, you are my happiness.”
Yuuji giggled, overcome with joy. The heaviness in his gut dissolved almost instantaneously. But his sensei kept going.
“What I feel for you surpasses the definition of love. The word feels too shallow, too inadequate to describe what I feel for you. You are not a consolation prize. Never, ever say that again.” Gojo held Yuuji’s face within his two palms, his eyes roaming Yuuji’s face for any signs of doubt and disbelief. Yuuji just laughed and nodded, feeling like his heart was going to burst out of uninhibited delight.
“Yes, Suguru was my first love. But you are my last. No one will ever, ever, own even a portion of my heart again, no matter how long I live. You own me, baby, body, heart, mind, and soul. And you are mine in the same way. Nothing can take you away from me, not even death. Please, my heart, do not compare yourself to my past. You are life itself for me.”
Yuuji could no longer hold himself back. He surged forward and captured his husband's lips with a soul-searing kiss. His fingers snuck their way back into the luscious locks of Satoru’s hair and crushed the older man’s body to his own. He licked at Satoru’s lips, asking for permission, and sucked the tip of his husband’s tongue when he was granted entrance. Gojo moaned into the kiss, both their heart beating like a steam engine locomotive. He reached his hands inside Yuuji’s shirt and caressed the small baby bump.
Gojo supported his pregnant mate’s hips and guided Yuuji into his lap when the omega attempted to get in position with some effort. Their baby has been growing steadily and moving around freely was becoming harder for Yuuji. It was the hottest thing Satoru Gojo has ever seen in his life!
“I’m becoming so big again, sensei,” Yuuji whined, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor before attempting to do the same for his husband. But his alpha, being mischievous as always, had latched onto his swollen nipple. The warm suction and gentle bites traveled right to Yuuji’s groin. His arousal was so heady, he felt a bit lightheaded.
Gojo’s lips brushed against Yuuji’s sensitive nipples as he spoke, “I know, you are so fucking hot.”
“You and your pregnancy kink, I swear.”
Gojo bucked his hips up in answer, grinding their crotches together. Yuuji threw his head back and moaned at the friction. Yuuji’s pants were slowly but steadily becoming drenched with slick, the dampness spreading to Gojo’s slacks as well. With a bit of maneuvering, the alpha-omega pair ripped each other’s remaining clothes off and desperately mouthed at each other’s bodies.
“Alpha, please, inside me.” Yuuji cried when Satoru started playing with his entrance, teasing the man on his lap. Yuuji used the term very rarely, only resorting to it when he was desperate and wanted Gojo to snap into action. His husband had curved his fingers just right, moving in and out of him. Even after almost two decades, his husband’s touch drove him absolutely crazy. He could feel the pleasure build and build in his nether regions. But he wanted Satoru inside before he came. As lovely as they were, his alpha’s cock was better than his fingers.
“Yeah, my omega wants me inside him? How shameless, Yuuji-kun~”
Yuuji couldn't care less about the teasing, as long as he had his husband’s dick inside him.
“Want your knot. Please, alpha. Please.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
Yuuji was slowly guided onto his alpha’s cock by Satoru. The stretch and the depth of the penetration were threatening to throw him over the edge. Once he was fully seated on Satoru’s dick, they started moving together in tandem.
“Fuck! Baby, you are so tight. So wet. Gripping me so good. You take me so well. Carrying my baby. You look so beautiful on my lap, So good for me, my omega. I want to spill inside you and knock you up again.” Yuuji gripped the back of his man’s neck and tugged him forward until his mouth was closed around the swell of his breast. On one hand, he wanted his sensei to stop spewing absolute filth. Not that he didn’t like the dirty talk. Quite the opposite, actually. He was afraid he would come too soon if he continued to listen to his husband talk. On the other hand, he really liked it when Gojo licked, sucked, and played with his tits. Being the perfectly matched pair they were, right after the birth of their firstborn, they quickly found out that they shared a nursing kink on top of their breeding and pregnancy kink.
“Alpha, I’m gonna come soon.” Yuuji panted when he felt himself lose control.
“I’m right there with you. Come on my cock, baby. Be good and come for me.”
Yuuji’s body tightened up and trembled as he felt white-hot pleasure overtake him in wave after wave. He could feel his husband come inside him, shooting warm cum into the entrance of his womb. For a second, he wished his sensei could knock him up again.
***
“I see you two have made up,” Aki observed the next morning as he watched his father wipe chocolate syrup off of his mother’s lips with a kiss.
“There was nothing to make up for in the first place. You called your dad and worried him for nothing yesterday.” Yuuji leveled his firstborn with a look.
“You guys were fighting? Why didn’t you tell me?”, Shino hit her big brother for keeping a secret from her.
“Mamma and Daddy were fighting?” Nanami looked like he was going to cry.
“We weren’t fighting,” Satoru assured his children. He reached over and plucked his youngest son from his chair and sat him on his lap. “Your big brother is exaggerating. Daddy loves Mamma more than anything in the world.”
“Ew,” Aki grunted, his face scrunched up in disgust. Being the son of his father, mischief was his middle name. Aki leaned forward, cupping his hand over his mouth like he wanted to whisper something to Yuuji, and quite loudly said, “So you aren’t getting divorced and bribing Nanamin to get full custody like you said yesterday – aaaahhhhhh let my ear go. It hurts. Ow. AAAAOOOWWWW. DAAAD. I’m sorry. OWWW.”
To keep a united front, Yuuji said nothing as he watched his husband discipline his mouthy son. He just witnessed the whole thing, giggling along with his younger children.