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It’s been approximately 9 months since he’d officially mated with Satoru and a few days less than 9 months since he realized that he hadn’t been on birth control and had waited too long to take a plan B. It comes as no surprise that a marathon of sex during heat paired with every drop of cum Satoru had to give put into a fertile womb, ended with Suguru getting pregnant.
Satoru has been as doting of an alpha mate as any omega could ever want- not letting Suguru do any heavy lifting, making each meal as healthful and delicious as possible, rubbing his sore back and feet, and so on. The only department that Suguru feels any sort of neglect in is the sex department. Ever since the baby bump had become noticeable, Satoru has suddenly been very avoidant of any sexual advances, worsening as Suguru’s stomach continued to grow. He was still romantic as could be and had solidified proof of his own love for Suguru and that Suguru had fallen deeply in love with him as well, but for some reason, the prospect of sex fizzled out.
At first, Suguru assumed that Gojo had pushed himself too much in the beginning of their relationship with the daily marathons of rough sex both in and out of their Satoru’s ruts, but that theory was discarded when he came home to find Satoru jerking off on his couch before then excusing himself to the bathroom. All of this pointing to the fact that he still had a sex drive.
The second logical conclusion is that he simply was no longer sexually attracted to Suguru. Suguru, of course, didn’t doubt his love, he just felt like he was undesirable in his fat and swollen state and that Satoru was repulsed by that look. Still, however, he had needs that being pregnant didn’t stop. Many times when Satoru was out of the house on business, he would masturbate but nothing satisfied him as much as Satoru’s cock did. After many days of said unsatisfactory pleasure, he was finally fed up with this muddle. He feels horribly insecure, uncomfortable, and generally horny at all times- all heightened by his unstable pregnancy hormones. Another day spent in this state and he would surely die, the only solution being to prove to Satoru that he is still worth fucking.
A quick glance to the clock tells Suguru that Satoru will come home in about an hour from work. That will be just enough time to make himself irresistible even with his current appearance, god willing.
He makes a wreck of the his closet and dresser looking for the perfect articles, setting them on the bed to get a proper feel of the outfit- discarding and replacing pieces as he saw fit. A passable nod was given to the final spread when he had ransacked his entire wardrobe. The final step would be to confirm the clothes still fit and looked good on his distended stomach and chest.
He began dressing himself- shiny black dress shoes, black socks, black dress pants, a loosely buttoned white dress shirt to show off the lacy and sheer, dark blue lingerie bralette he wore, and equally lacy and sheer panties to match the top, though those were to be revealed later. The last touch was to put down his long, dark hair as another layer of his plan of seduction.
Another glance at the clock told him that Satoru would be walking though the door any minute now. He found a spot on the couch where he could position himself in an inviting way- on his side but propped up by an arm on the arm of the couch, a leg bent just so to accentuate his newly curvy hips and still plump ass, and finally his shirt open just enough to give a hint of what he had to offer.
It only took his anticipation minutes to build up in his chest but just before it was too much to bare, there was the click of a key at the front door. It was pushed open, sending a gust of autumn wind through the living room, and the man of the hour stepped inside.
“Satoru~, you’re home! I missed you so much.” He purred with a sensual smile on his face.
Satoru’s head nearly broke off trying to look over at Suguru. For just a second, Suguru thought that’s all it would take for his plan to succeed but it seems Satoru was more unpredictable than he’d once thought.
“You look very nice Suguru! Well then, I better get started on dinner.” Satoru quickly spouts out before scuttling off to the kitchen, not bothering to take off his worn work attire.
Dejection ran though Suguru’s body as his theory was all but confirmed, still however, his need for both his pleasure and, more importantly, to win back over his mate set in and took over his actions. He angrily trudged his way into the kitchen.
“Satoru, are you doing alright?” He asks with slight concern, masking the anger the best he could.
Satoru doesn’t turn around even though he is only fumbling an empty pan in his hands. “I’m doing great! Work is keeping me busy but isn’t stressful, I have my beautiful mate and child back at home, I’m looking forward to cooking up a great dinner- what more could I want?!” He says -tone dripping with nervousness.
“You’re not very convincing, Satoru. You can talk to me, you know that right?”
“You’d be the first to know, baby.”
Like hell he would. If Satoru had lost his sexual attraction to him, they could have talked about it, found some solution, forever ago.
“Like hell I would.” He mumbles with a scowl on his face.
Only now does Satoru turn around, this time with the concerned look on his face.
“Suguru, what are you talking about?”
The damn finally broke and words came flooding from his mouth. “YOU DON’T WANT ME!”
Satoru’s jaw drops open. “Of course I want you, baby! I love you more than anything! What’s got you thinking like this?”
He probably meant that as a genuine question but, to Suguru’s anger-filled mind, it sounded like he was being mocked.
“You! You have me thinking like this! You say you love me so much but you haven’t touched me in months! You say there is nothing going on with you but that is a god-dammed lie, Satoru!”
“N-no Suguru. Y-your misunderstanding. I’ll explai-” Gojo brought a hand to his reddening face.
Suguru interrupts his sputtering excuse. “I’m yours. And now you don’t you want me? I know I’m not as attractive right now but you’re not that repulsed by me are you?”
“NO!” Satoru yells with enough force to shake the room. Suguru can’t help how his body cowers into itself a bit.
“No,” Satoru starts again with a much more even voice, ”it’s just… when I see you- no, even think about you being so pregnant with my pups, it makes me so horny that I don’t know what to do with myself. Everything in my body is telling me to fuck you till you’re bed-bound, but I would never want to hurt you or the kid like that so I’ve been avoiding it.” He looks down to his shuffling feet. “I didn’t mean to make you feel repulsive, baby. I really regret not talking to you sooner.”
Suguru was at a loss for words from the admission.
Satoru went on further. “Your scent has also changed and it’s so much more…sweet and warm, I guess. I really can’t get enough of it…You know the day you came home to me jerking off on the couch?”
Suguru nods back.
“I was getting off on just your scent in the air. You don’t know how many times your pheromones fill a room and it makes me want pounce on you.”
“I-I didn’t know you felt that way…” Suguru avoids his mates eyes as his face warms.
Satoru slides his hand along the countertop as he walks around the island toward Suguru, only stopping when they are nose to nose.
“You’re always sexy to me Suguru, it’s always been so hard to keep my hands off you. My only purpose is to keep you happy,” Satoru leans in even closer and further lowers his voice. ”including fucking you until you’re begging me to stop. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I want that more than anything.” Suguru responds, desperation bleeding into his breathless voice.
“Well then, I’d better get to work.”
Satoru grips onto Suguru’s hips and pressed his back into the edge of the counter. He digs his nose into the scent glands on Suguru’s neck, taking in a deep breath. His hands move to undo the remaining buttons of Suguru’s shirt, in doing so he takes a handful of his lace-covered breasts. Suguru can’t help the groan that passes his lips.
“I’d hate to peel you out of those sexy clothes but I’d wager you’re even sexier underneath.”
“Just tear them all off. I want you now.”
“And you’ll get me baby, but let me unwrap my sexy little present. You got all dressed up for me after-all, don’t you want my appreciation for it?”
“I-I guess, but if you take too long I’m gonna soak through my pants.”
“Do it. I’m a sucker for nostalgia.”
“Just get to work, pretty boy.” Suguru growls.
Next, hands move down to his pants, unbuttoning those. The blue lace panties are the only barrier to his hardening cock now. Satoru sticks hand down the front of his pants to stoke him through the texture of the panties. Again, Suguru moans and throws his head back in pleasure.
“Bedroom, Satoru.”
With only a hum as a response, Satoru pulls away slightly from Suguru, grabbing one of his hands before whisking him off to their shared bedroom. Once in the room, Suguru sits, leaning slightly back onto the bed, teasingly tugging off the last of his dress shirt to reveal the entirety of his bralette.
“If you don’t start undressing me I’ll have to do it myself.” He said, trying to incentivize Satoru to move away from the door.
“No, I’ll get in on the fun.”
He kneels before Suguru while running his hands up and down the length of his thighs- getting very close, but never reaching his groin. One he seemed satisfied with that, he moves on to Suguru’s hips where he takes ahold of them. He brings his face up to Suguru’s exposed stomach where he places a handful of gentle kisses.
“I love you both more than words can describe.” He meets Suguru’s eyes with a saccharine smile.
Suguru’s own eyes meet his and a smile of his own spreads across his face. “I know you do.”
Loosening his grip on Suguru’s hips, he focuses it on the hem of his dress pants and begins to pull them as low as he can.
“You’re gonna have to sit up for a second for me, baby.”
In response, Suguru dutifully raises his hips off the surface of the mattress. Now Satoru had full power to strip off the encumbering article. However, before the pants could be slid down his legs, Satoru stops and stares- the object of his observation being Suguru’s choice of undergarments.
“I’ve never seen you wear these panties before.”
“I couldn’t bare to seperate a matching set.” Suguru grins with pleasure.
Satoru’s eyes shift up to the bralette, back down to the panties, repeating until he ends back at the panties. Without so much as a glance up at Suguru, Satoru delves his tongue inbetween the set of legs, not stopping until it was licking a long stripe up Suguru’s erect cock, still being restricted by the sheer cloth. While Satoru’s hands get to work further spreading Suguru’s legs, Suguru’s make their way to grip onto the head of hair in between his legs. Satoru’s total immersion and enthusiasm in his self-imposed task lights a fire in Suguru’s stomach. He is reminded of what it feels like to be desired in this way and that in and of itself brings him leaps closer to his release, despite having just started the main event.
The man before him licks at his cock like it was the last morsel of sustenance on the planet, the resulting pleasure is almost painful and how close he is to an orgasm is embarrassing.
“Satoru, stop.” He begs through pants, ”I don’t wanna come like this.”
“Then you’d better tell me how you do want to.”
Deciding that actions trump words, Suguru quickly pulls off and unhooks his respective pieces of lingerie and slides up further onto the bed. He flips himself around and positions himself of his elbows and knees as a presentation to his alpha.
“Is this how bad my omega wants me?”
Suguru’s asshole already spread wide from his frequent dildo use, but he manages to spread himself wider.
“I’ll let you do anything to me, I just need you inside me. My body is begging for your cock and yours alone! None of my pathetic dildos could ever compare to how you make me feel- how much you fill and stretch me. Please!”
Satoru chuckles back with amusement and crawls on top of the bed to line himself up with Suguru’s puckering hole.
“Good to hear.”
He fills that by sliding his dick into Suguru but not moving any more than that, instead deciding to lean over the top of him.
Satoru takes a hand to fondle one of Suguru’s newly engorged breasts- squeezing and pushing around the plump skin. His fingers glide to pinch at the nipple before also giving it a couple of light tugs. Unbeknownst to either of them, this seems to stimuluate milk production, the byproduct dribbling down Satoru’s fingers and onto the bed below.
After a look at his wet hand, Satoru inquires, “Would you let me suck your tits?”
Suguru replies with an immediate shutdown, “Not a chance. I don’t want to be thinking about that while feeding our kid.”
“Boo-hoo” Satoru pouts as he laps the milk from his fingers.
“Is that actually good?” Curiosity is too much to ignore.
“You always taste good.”
Satoru brings his hands to Suguru’s nipples again to milk even more into his hand.
“Satoru, stop. It’s weird.” His pleasure-filled moans and squirming betray his words.
“Don’t you looooove me playing with your nipples? Pretend I’m only doing that. I have something in mind.”
“Stop being weird and, for the love of god, fuck me!”
“Patience is a virtue, my love.” He repaonds, all while the milking continues.
Just before Suguru was going to slap his hands away, Satoru pulls back and out of Suguru and stands up on his knees. It comes as a sudden surprise, feeling a slightly cold liquid seeping into his open hole and the subsequent liquid running down his taint and the backs of his thighs.
That sick fuck, Satoru, had poured his own milk inside of him. He whips his head to look behind himself and exclaim, “Sator-”
“Hush,” Suguru sees him spread the remaining liquid down the length of his erection. “I just wanted a little extra wetness. Now you’ll get your wish, princess.”
Satoru inserts himself back into Suguru, shutting up anything the other man has to say. His starting thrusts are overly gentle at first, still probably apprehensive of hurting his pregnant omega, but soon, Suguru’s begs seem to coax him into a higher gear.
“More, Satoru! More!”
The sounds of wet slapping and squelching soon fill the room as Suguru can feel slick and milk both being fucked deeper into him, what doesn’t make it in continues to run down backside.
“Satoru, more! Harder. Please!”
“… Sure baby, but tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yeah, I will.”
This second round of thrusts have so much more force behind them and go so deep into his stomach, he is almost worried that the baby would be concussed in the process. He sends a hopeful prayer out to the universe hoping that wouldn’t be the case because he didn’t want Satoru’s barrage on his needy asshole to stop anytime soon.
“God, I could get you pregnant all over again. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you? You love it when I breed you and leave you full of my come. I don’t mind at all. I get off on seeing you so full.”
Shaky legs and arms were too preoccupying to give Satoru any answer, not to mention how he felt his release creeping back up on him. It was taking everything in Suguru not to lose consciousness from the long-awaited pleasure surging throughout his body.
“Shit baby, I think I’m gonna come.”
“M-me too.” he barely manages to respond.
Satoru goes into full gear, both thrusting like his life depended on it and wrapping a hand around to Suguru’s dick, offering it some relief in the form of some heavy-handed strokes. Not a minute later, every muscle in Suguru’s body is convulsing as his oragsm racks his tired body.
Even through the haze, however, something feels off. His focus shifts from worry about his orgasm, to if Satoru had reached his own, before it took a sharp turn to the amount of watery liquid still leaking from his body.
“Did you squirt? That’s a first.” Satoru seems to have taken a notice as well.
Suguru’s eyes grew wide. “N-no, I just came like normal, but think my water broke too.”
“I guess sex can do that, huh.” His mate sounded all too calm.
“Shut up and get me to the hospital!” Panic overtaking the fear of possible shame.
A large smile broke out on Satoru’s face as he saluted and replied “On the double, my love!”