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You were in the kitchen, washing the dishes you just ate with when your boyfriend came up behind you and hugged you tight, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
He breathed you in and sighed.
‘You smell nice.’ He said, deep voice a little muffled by your hair. ‘New perfume?’
You paused, hardly remembering you put on any perfume.
You hadn’t been expecting Gojo and so thus, hadn’t really dolled yourself up or anything.
He’d been gone on a long mission and dropped by a couple of hours ago to find you in an oversized shirt that was his and shorts. You try to think if maybe it was a scent that lingered from your work clothes, but it was a weekend, and besides deodorant, you had nothing more on.
Shaking your head, you put one dish aside and moved to clean the other, certain you hadn’t sprayed anything on.
When he spoke, you could practically hear the frown on his voice.
‘Sure? Then why can’t I stop smelling you?’ His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck again, like he just couldn’t help himself.
‘Maybe you just missed me so much you’re imagining I smell that irresistible.’ You laughed as you joked, teasing him a little.
You excepted him to chuckle at your teasing, maybe nip your neck or playfully pinch your side. Instead, your boyfriend was uncharacteristically quiet.
‘Toru.’
‘Hn.'
‘What is it?’
‘It’s that time of the month.’
You stare at the suds in the sink and frown a little, pausing for a moment. Your period was a couple of the weeks ago. Then again, his work meant he was hardly around enough to be attuned to your cycle so you told him.
‘It’s not.’ You say, setting another clean dish aside, cleaning another dirty one. ‘That was two weeks ago.’
He hardly missed a beat.
‘I’m not referring to that.’ Gojo responded, straightening, towering over you.
You suddenly became aware of his hands on your tummy, long fingers splayed over soft skin and you could feel his eyes on you, crystal blue orbs intent and watchful.
‘Right now,’ he whispered lowly, breath tickling your temple, chest rumbling distantly against your back. ‘You’re ovulating, aren’t you?’
Your brain short circuits.
‘What.’ You blurt out lamely.
His voice came out a slurred purr as he hugged you tighter. ‘You are aren’t you?’
Wtf?
Dishwashing completely disregarded, you whip around to regard him over your shoulder and you want to ask him how the hell he thinks you’re supposed to know.
He beat you to It.
‘I’m talking about how I could smell you from the door, from the time l came in, all day, distracting me.’ Gojo practically growls, crystal eyes darkening and ravenous, lithe broad frame pressing against you, holding you captive with his massive hands on your body. ‘Telling me you’re fertile. Telling me it’s time to knock you up.’
From then on, things started moving too fast for you to comprehend. He pressed his face to your neck, kissing you there with rampant hunger.
One large hand glides up your front, the other sinking down your shorts to feel how wet you are.
His lips stretch across your flesh as he feels how soaked you are from his nonsense earlier, gathering your arousal to fiddle with your clit.
You can feel his hard on, he has a handful of your tit, he’s kind of humping into you while talking about sniffing how ripe for the taking you were and wanting to get you pregnant and you’re suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
This time you actually react, unable to hold back with the way he was moving against you, sniffing, groping and fiddling with you.
Your hips rolled, your hand flying back to clutch the fine hairs as his nape as he left love bites on your skin, your head falling back to rest on his broad chest as your eyes fluttered shut.
Slowly, your breath picked up, getting as heavy his, and you started rubbing your ass against his hard on.
Gojo chuckled at your reciprocation, the soft short breaths leaving you, letting on his teasing on your tingly clit to as he left a little nip on a sensitive spot on your skin.
‘Someone’s eager.’
You responded by whirling around and throwing your arms around his neck, jumping off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist.
Gojo held up you by the back of your thighs and set you on the nearby counter where you made out noisily and sloppily for a while before you grabbed at his hair to tug him back and panted at him to take you to your room.
He hardly needed to be told twice.
Soon enough you were on the bed, your body trapped under his and writhing while he thrust his fingers in and out of you, your lips locked passionately all the while, your shorts tossed onto the floor along with his shirt.
‘We can have sex,’ you gasp between hot kisses, hips rolling as he finger fucked you. ‘But you’re not knocking me up.’
Like you’d poured a bucket of ice cold water over his head, Gojo pauses, even his digits in you stilling.
He stares at you wordlessly, unreadable dark eyes swirling.
‘That’s not what this pussy is saying.’ He mumbled, slowly moving his fingers again to finger you like you weren’t having this ridiculous conversation right now.
Your jaw loosened a little, his words, his fingers, how the room felt suddenly too hot, how he was suddenly too close, how you realized you were practically caged under him.
‘W-what? It can’t talk.’
‘She’s talking to me. Can’t you hear? Listen to her. She’s saying she wants my babies in here, baby. Don’t you?’
Sure, if pussy could talk, it’d be the squelching noise his fingers were making in you now, but he was being so embarrassing right now you could hardly say anything.
You shook your head but hardly fought him.
‘Let me in baby.’ He urged as he sat back, reaching into his sweats to pull his cock out. ‘See how hard I am for you?”
Your mouth watered on pure instinct.
Gojo had a pretty dick, pale with a light flush of arousal like him and smooth like marble, a bit like silk on steel.
He was big, long and thick, angry red at the tip, leaking pre from the tiny hole on top, but he didn’t use that to jerk himself off.
He used your slick to stroke himself, groaning as he did, heavy lidded eyes holding yours all the while, pink lip caught between his teeth.
You looked between his cock and his face, deliberating, contemplating, salivating.
Clearly, you were fighting a war of hormones and reason. The latter was losing.
‘N-no protection?’
The corner of his lips lift, one brow rising.
‘Protection prevents baby-making, honey.’
‘I… you’re serious.’
‘Of course I am. I want you big with my kid.’ His free hand gently rested over your belly where your shirt had ridden up, rubbing you with a possessive glint to his eyes there. ‘All swollen and thick and sexy, carrying my child in you.’
You made a weak sound as he said all those filthy things, his dirty dirty confessions.
He leaned over to capture it with his lips, hovering over you as he kissed you passionately.
‘We’ll fuck till it takes, promise.’ He husked, a little breathless as he vowed against your panting mouth. ‘Wanna make you a mommy. You want that? Wanna be my wifey? Let me get you pregnant and carry my babies?’
He was deluded. But you were no better.
Gojo had you delirious taking his cock in hand, teasing your clit with his drooling tip.
‘Y-you’ll marry me? Wait for me down the aisle?’
You stammered because you were finding it really hard to think straight and speak like a normal human being, still, you had to know for sure.
‘Of course.’ A kiss, lulling assuring murmuring. ‘Get you a nice ring, move you in, look after you for life.’ He kissed you again, deep and languid. ‘Keep you with me forever.’
When he pulled back, you looked up at him, needing to see him while he said it.
His eyes and voice, darkened and thick with lust, were sincere as he held himself over you, waiting for you to say something.
Yes, most probably.
You felt a tightness in your chest, stinging in your eyes, the warring flurry of emotions in you making you feel like you were about to burst into tears.
‘You gotta treat me right.’ You told him.
He held the side of your face gently, his eyes soft as he assured you.
‘When you become the mother of my kids, you’ll be the most important person in my life. There’ll be no-one above you, no one in the world, no-one in the clan. Not even my own parents. You and our kids would be the only ones that mean the world to me.’
Just like that, the entire world was laid to you on your feet.
In that moment, your horniness sat to the side to allow you a moment of critical thinking.
You weren’t dumb or naïve. You knew Gojo came from a family of prestige. You knew he came from a big wealthy clan and that he was the current head in charge.
In the practical sense, agreeing to be more than just his girlfriend would do you more good than harm.
There was comfort and privileges and security that would come with saying yes to him.
You had a decent childhood but this right here was the chance to give your future kids the kind of lifestyle you always dreamed for yourself right?
A kiss to your cheek broke you out your reverie. It moved closer to your mouth, lingering onto the corner of your mouth, before finally melding your lips together.
‘Let me prove it to you,’ He mumbled, hot breath tickling your spit slick lips, ‘Let me have you, baby.’
A small voice in your head told you nothing this good came without a price.
Then again, what was a bit of sacrifice for that?
You acquiesced.
‘Okay.’
.
He was impossible from the get go.
The sex you had was usually spontaneous and fun and exciting. You weren’t expecting him to take an almost militarian approach to this.
He gave out Instructions, folded you this way and that, grunting about how he read the position was best for conceiving while he held you down and steadily thrust and hungrily kissed all over you.
Your skin was warm, slightly sweaty, and you felt boneless lying there on your forearms, your exhausted body about to give up on you as you started to slump.
Gojo patted your ass, startling you into alertness.
‘Hips up.’
‘Huh?’
‘Come on.’ He arranged you as he liked, ass up, face in the pillow, then came up behind you, startling you into looking behind.
‘W-wha-?’
He smirked, snow white strands damp with sweat falling over his face sexily.
‘Why do you look so surprised.’ He chuckled lowly. ‘Everyone knows it takes more than a couple tries to get a girl pregnant.’
Your ears burned at his brazenness and you looked down at yourself, belly slightly engorged form being stuffed full, essence leaking down your thighs.
‘But I- I don’t think there’s space.’
He hummed then sat back on his heels. Then his large hands was on your ass, spreading your cheeks.
Your eyes bulged, choked protest of embarrassment dying in your throat.
‘Gonna have to make space then aren’t we.’ He mumbled flippantly, intense eyes locked onto your cream stuffed hole.
Then he was licking you clean till your back gave out, your throat hoarse from crying out and screaming from how thoroughly he ate you out.
‘There.’ He declared one he was pleased with how squeaky he’d cleared you. ‘All clean now.’
Then he was lining himself and your eyes almost bulged again as he gingerly pushed in.
He was just in there but God he was so massive compared to you even after taking him. The pleasure pain that came with having him in you always felt like the first time, no matter how many times you’ve had him before.
Your hand flew to his wrist, trying to stop him. You shook you head, pleading with your glosses over eyes the way you knew made him weak.
Not that it worked this time.
He just slid in and started moving, making you shudder and whimper as he rearranged your guts the second time that one night.
Tf? Was he trying to fuck up your insides?
You clawed at the sheets and tried to get away from him but he wrestled you right back onto his cock by your hips when it slipped out.
‘Be still.’ He huffed and chided, fitting himself into your tight heat again with a distant strain in his low voice until he was fully in, cock plugged in you with nowhere to run. ‘You agreed to this, stop trying to run away. I’ll strap you to the bed if I have to.’
He didn’t sound like he was joking.
He didn’t need to say much more to get you pliant.
Gojo settled to fucking you slowly from behind for a while, before he got bored and changed your positions.
You squeaked when he suddenly pulled out and grabbed you by your ankle. Flipping you around, he laid you on your back so he could watch your tits bounce as he fucked up into you.
‘Shiit.’ He grunted, hips working fluidly. Dipping his head, he couldn’t help but latch onto one nipple, his large hand moving off the side of your head to fondle the other. ‘Can’t wait for these to get big and swollen.’
He was already starting to fantasize about how your boobs would engorge with milk to feed his kid and it was driving him insane.
‘Fuck,’ he choked out, feasting vigorously on your tits, almost like he expected milk to spurt out right then and there.
You cried out at the wet suckling noise filling the air, your hands shaky in his hair as you clutched his head, torn between tugging him off or nudging him closer.
You settled with holding him in place as you moaned at the ceiling while he played with you, strong hips thrusting all the while, drilling you into the bed.
When he pulled away your entire chest was all slick with spit. He licked his lip, breaking the string of spit that connected him to your chest.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned looking at your pretty pleasure pinched face, your bouncing tits colored in love bites from him and his saliva, further down where he was fucking you open with your mixed arousal clinging to the pubes at his base.
The sight drove him feral and he couldn’t help but increase his pace until the bed was shaking, his tip hitting your cervix every time.
‘Gojo i-‘
‘I know baby.’ He kissed your mouth messily. ‘Do it. Come for me.’
He was gonna get you off multiple times anyways, but he also did read somewhere that when woman orgasm, it increases the chance of pregnancy.
Reaching between you, he gently fiddled with your clit, bringing you to your release.
You came with a silent scream, nails digging into his back, pussy going crazy on his cock. Your squirt gushed all over his lap, drenching his abdomen, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
His pace quickened, taking an almost lightning speed that jostled you and made the bed whine protest, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic.
With every jerk forward, his balls clapped against your ass, fat and heavy and pulsing insistently, the slick noise adding to the hazy dizziness taking over his head.
‘Shit.’ He gave three jerky shallow thrusts that had you gasping then held still with his entire length shoved in you, twitching once twice before he exploded in you with a guttural groan, heavy balls pulsing with each spurt. ‘Fuck!’
The feeling of his load hitting your oversensitive walls had your toes curling as you whimpered into his neck, and before you knew it, as he hugged you and kept shallowly thrusting, you came again.
‘Would you look at that? What a good girl. You just came but you’re sucking me in.’ He pulled back and smirked. ‘You like getting bred that much?’
You whined helplessly, eyes glazed over as your eyes fluttered up at him. He couldn’t resist placing a peck on your pouted lips.
‘Don’t be shy. It’s okay if you like it baby. If I could keep you here forever so we could do this all day, I fucking would.’
There he goes again, insinuating something that should send you packing and running to the hills.
You hugged him, found your voice.
‘Can we talk now?’
He was quiet tor a moment.
‘You want to talk?’ He asked you.
His cock was still in you, he was half hard, your pussy sore and beaten and cum soaked, but you really didn’t want to wait any longer for this.
Post nut clarity had you confused and uncertain about the decision you’d made while cock drunk for your boyfriend’s dick and you just needed solid assurance, no beating round the bushes, a plan, or something.
‘Yeah I mean.’ Your cheeks burned. ‘If we’re gonna have a baby, we probably should.’
He blinked a couple of times, staring at you, then nodded, flashing a smile.
‘You’re right.’ He agreed. ‘We should talk.’
He pulled himself of you, cock flopping out your hole with a wet splash that made you cringe at the noise and feeling. You tried to get up but he stopped you, fixing on his sweats.
‘Stay still. You’ll spill over. ‘ He warned softly, reaching out to finger your gently, pushing his come back in. He had a smile on his face, his eyes sparkling teasingly at how heated your face was. ‘Can’t have that can we?’
You shook your head and laid back down, too exhausted to fight him, too embarrassed to make a big deal out of it.
Once he was satisfied with how stuffed you were he went out and came back with a towel to wipe whatever extra was left on you down and a water bottle for you to guzzle.
Once you were done, he procured another seemingly out of thin air.
He shrugged when you took it but blinked at him.
‘You squirted a lot.’ He says like it’s no big deal. He laughed at how your cheeks puffed out with water went pink and ruffled your hair. ‘You've kinda lost your voice too.’
He was talking about all the whimpering and crying and moaning you did. Your voice must sound like breaking crackers to him.
Gently, he patted your head and stood. You looked at him questioningly, to which he just smiled.
‘It’s late.’ He said, like that explained everything. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow.’
You never did get to talk tomorrow.
Gojo was gone in the morning, the only thing he left behind a note saying he’d been called for an important mission, a bit of warmth on his side of the bed and shit load of baby batter marinating in you.
It's really no surprise that the next time you meet, you’re moved into his house, looked after by his people for carrying the next Gojo heir at four months pregnant.
Months of being pampered and spoiled did nothing to dampen the rage warring in you when he appeared again. You missed him like crazy while he was gone, with no way of reaching him you started to wonder if he would even ever come back.
The room filtered out, dutiful maids and fussing aunts and all, giving the two of you privacy.
You were grateful- you had a feeling they’d try to stop you from hurling every last thing in the room at him.
Like he just left yesterday and came back after a short trip, he came up to you and looped an arm around your waist, kissing your cheek.
‘I knew you’d fit in.’ He said, grinning with delight and pride, then he pulled out the prettiest ring you’ve ever laid your eyes on. ‘Marry me?’
You gasped, all your anger towards him disappeared as your eyes teared.
Tearing one hand away from your mouth, you let him gently slide the ring onto your finger as he got on his knees.
Gojo stood as you examined the ring in awe, completely taken and mesmerized. With his large hand he gently grabbed your face to make you look at him, his pretty lips spreading into a lopsided grin at seeing the pretty flush on your face and wet eyes.
‘This means there’s no running now.’ He said, placing a small kiss on your temple, hand at your back squeezing lightly. ‘You’re mine for life.’
There were sirens going off in your head but you ignored them, beaming up at him.
‘Forever.’ You vowed, heart thumping fast. ‘Always.’
He grinned and brushed his thumbs along your glowing cheeks.
‘My pretty little wife,’ Gojo mumbled, dipping down to peck you softly. He caressed your belly, pride swelling in his eyes as he looked down between you while he did. ‘Carrying my first kid.’
Ah but of course.
You had no idea how many babies he wanted out of you but his eyes alone said a lot.
The look in his eyes told you that if he could fuck you and knock you up a second time right then and there, he would.
He sure as hell fucked you like it was possible when you were alone that night after your engagement party.
