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"Ah. Sensei. We have to get up. The babies are going to burst in any second now." Yuji groaned into the pillow as his husband continued to pound into him. They have been going at it since before sunrise. But his husband showed no signs of stopping.
"It's Saturday, baby, they are gonna sleep in. Also, Akihiko is going to keep the two in line. Let's just enjoy ourselves, I missed you baby." Satoru's voice was smooth as silk, and like always, it easily lulled Yuuji into compliance. He gave Yuuji's mate mark a long, salacious lick and growled as his omega whimpered. The pink haired man arched his back, turned to his husband, clutched his white hair in between his long fingers and pulled him in for a kiss. He moved in tandem with his husband's thrusts, feeling his nerves catching fire once again. He was stretched to the maximum, his sensei reaching the deepest parts of himself. All of his senses were filled with Gojo Satoru. Just how he likes it.
"Sensei, I'm coming. I'm coming. God, please. Don't stop." Yuuji let out a high pitched whine as he spilled all over their bedding. A moment later he felt the warm gush of his husband's release inside him. He felt his knees and arms give out and just before he was about to crumble and lay on the wet spot, Satoru's arms embraced him from behind, moving both of them to the other side of the bed. Yuuji was now on his back, laying directly on his former teacher's body.
"Sensei." He giggled as he felt long fingers gently gliding over his sides. His sensei knew very well how ticklish he was.
"What Yuuji Kun?" Satoru pouted.
"Stop playing around. We need to get up. If you get started again, I'll need to sleep for another few hours."
"Is that so bad?"
"Um...not bad. But we have three children, remember? They need food."
"The staff will take care of it." Satoru reasoned.
"Sensei…"
"Mm? Is Yuuji saying no to me?" Satoru asked with a teasing smirk.
Yuuji shook his head. Ever since they had first gotten together since he was 18, he had made it a personal rule to never say no to sensei.
"I am not. As long as sensei wants me, I will never say no." These were the same words he had spoken when they got back together after their first break up. Throughout the 15 years of marriage, he has repeated the same words quite a few times to Satoru. He has yet to break that rule. Whatever his sensei wants, Yuuji will give it to him. Although Satoru never explicitly expressed it, he too, has never said no to Yuuji ever since they mated.
Satoru groaned as if he was in pain and rubbed his nose on Yuuji's. "Don't enable me, baby. Or else we will never get out of bed." He brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin along Yuuji's inner thighs before trailing his hands over Yuuji's stomach. There was a light scar right below his belly button, courtesy of their second child. Yuuji's stomach and hips were adorned with multiple stretch marks after three pregnancies. His hips were wider, the once tight and sculpted abs were now soft to touch. After breastfeeding all three of his children, the swell of his tits were more pronounced. It drove Satoru absolutely crazy with lust when Yuuji was still nursing. He loved every single inch of his omega. Everything about Yuuji turned him on, all the time. It was only a matter of time before he knocked Yuuji up again.
"Then we won't get out of bed." Yuuji's eyes darkened, a clear invitation in his voice and he grabbed Satoru's hand and guided it back to his inner thighs. "I'm still wet and open sensei. You can slide right in." He ground his hips against his husband's ridiculously long fingers to emphasize his point.
Just as Satoru was about to flip them over once again, there was a soft bang outside. They both looked towards the door, a tinge of disappointment evident in both their faces.
Ah. Couple time is over. Their little monsters were awake.
"The babies are up. We'll continue this later."
"It's a promise." Satoru nodded.
Yuuji tugged his husband into one last smoldering kiss before he got up and walked towards their bathroom with wobbly legs and his husband's seed dripping down his thighs. He would invite his sensei in...but he knows from experience that they will never get out of the bedroom if his sensei sees him wet.
By the time he comes out of the steaming bathroom, he felt extremely refreshed and ready to face the day. Today was a weekend, which meant that all three of his hyper children would be home. Along with his hyper husband. Satoru had already changed their cum stained sheets when he came out.
"You should have waited for me, I would have helped you, sensei." Yuuji said over the quiet hum of the hair dryer he had just turned on.
"You just get ready and feed the monsters. I'm going to take a shower now. You made a mess."
Satoru ruffled Yuuji's still-wet hair and stole the towel draped around his hips on his way to their bathroom.
"Hey! I made a mess?" Yuuji protested.
Satoru peeked out from the half open bathroom door and questioned smugly, "Do you see my cum anywhere on the sheets? Mm?"
Yuuji still couldn't believe just how filthy and annoying his husband was after a decade and a half of marriage.
"But, that's because you came inside of me. Do you know how long I had to take to clean it out of me?"
"That sounds like a 'you' problem." The man in his forties quipped and closed the bathroom door on his younger husband's face.
Yuuji shook his head softly, a small smile still on his face. He loved how mischievous Satoru was. He hurriedly got dressed and made his way to the dining room where his kids were already fighting.
"Nii-saan, please." His second born and only daughter Shinobu's voice rang through the halls.
"No. Absolutely not." His first born son, Akihiko, denied whatever request his little sister had.
"But-"
"Nothing. I don't want to hear it. You ask tou-san if you want to learn so badly."
"Ask tou-san what?" He asked as he walked into the room.
"Shino wants to learn the new combat move tou-san taught me."
Oh. He understood what's going on. Akihiko is 15 years old now and a first year at Jujutsu Tech. He was leaps and bounds ahead of his peers thanks to the cursed technique he inherited from his father. He had six eyes and limitless just like Gojo Satoru. Hell, Akihiko even looked exactly like Satoru did in his teens with his tall form, silver hair and clear blue eyes.
Ever since he started Jujutsu Tech, Shinobu has been feeling like she was falling behind. She was only a few years younger than her big brother. They had always trained together with their dad. She, too, looked exactly like Gojo. The same blue eyes, the same silver hair and tall form. And yes, limitless and infinity she inherited from her father. But because she was younger, she lacked the fine control her brother had. It has always been a sore spot for her.
Yuuji quickly grabbed a cup of coffee that was already brewing and had a large sip which almost burned his tongue.
"Aki, why don't you teach it to her?" He asked calmly.
"Ka-san. You know why. She needs to have better control on her cursed technique. Tou-san just taught it to me. It'll be a few years before she can learn it." His tone was not that of an insult. If anything, he sounded more calm and collected than anyone else in the house.
He was becoming more and more like his favorite uncle every day. Sometimes his eldest sounded so much like Fushiguro, his husband would teasingly ask him if Aki was really his. "Did my Yuuji-chan cheat on me because I am away so much?" Yuuji wasn't amused and he let that show. As if anyone could ever doubt who Aki's dad was when he was a perfect little copy of the great Gojo Satoru.
Shinobu had gone quiet by then, she was suddenly very interested in the dining table, refusing to lift her eyes up.
Yuuji put his cup of coffee down and gently caressed his daughter's hair. "Your nii-san is right. It sounds dangerous, Shino. Just wait until you are a bit older, okay? Then you can learn all the techniques you want. You are still so young, baby."
Shinobu pouted, but nodded.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll catch up with both of them in a few years."
That seemed to perk her up. She nodded excitedly and stuck her tongue out at her brother.
"I'm going to be the strongest." She declared.
"Huh? Who is conspiring to take away my title in my own house?" The fake anger in voice was almost as hilarious as the sight of his husband holding their youngest over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Nanami, their second son was enjoying every moment he was on his father's shoulder, if his incessant giggling was any indication. He was the only child out of the three who looked like Yuuji. If the other two were mini Gojos, Nanami was a mini Yuuji. Except for his eyes, which were the same blue as his siblings and father, Nanami looked exactly like Yuuji. He had the same cheekbones, pink hair and the bright smile of his mother. Satoru loved squeezing his cheeks and smothering the little boy with kisses. It was no secret that he was a total daddy's boy.
"Me! I'm going to dethrone Gojo Satoru as the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer to have ever lived." Shinobu shrieked from her chair, one of her hands waving excitedly in the air.
Satoru gently put Nanami in his highchair and turned his attention to his only daughter. He clutched his chest in mock pain and bent over.
"Ha! I'm in pain! My own blood and flesh! I have never known such betrayal. Yuuji, call the ambulance. Our daughter's challenge had stopped this poor father's heart. I will perish! Take care of our babies, Yuuji. Live on without me. Do not grieve too hard. Live a happy life, my love." He dramatically sprawled out on the table and pretended to be dead.
The entire table laughing at his antics, even the little pink haired one who didn't quite understand what was going on. He saw that his family was happy and that made him happy.
"Gojo-sama. I need to serve breakfast. Please move away from the table." The housekeeper, Akira-san, a strict sort of older lady, scolded the master of the house. She had worked in the Gojo clan for years, and had even looked after Satoru when he was young. Ever since Yuuji moved into the family mansion, she has been a constant presence in his life.
Satoru, being the man-child he is, continued to pretend to be dead.
Yuuji couldn't let any chance to tease his sensei go. He loudly whispered to his children, "Okay, kids. Get ready. We are going to uncle Fushiguro's house. He is your father now." His children laughed along, clearly used to their parents' antics after a lifetime of seeing it.
The second the last word came out of his mouth, Gojo was up, glaring at him. As soon as he left the table, Akira-san busied herself with setting the table with the children's help.
Yuuji saw a dangerous glint in his husband's eyes as he prowled towards him. He pointedly looked at the kids, silently letting his husband know that he shouldn't do anything too inappropriate in front of the kids. An evil smile bloomed at the corner of Satoru's mouth as he got closer. There was a long pause of silence. In the silence the sound of Satoru's hand quickly coming down on Yuuji's ass was amplified.
"Sensei!" Yuuji.
"Gojo-sama!" Akira.
"TOU-SAN!" Akihiko.
"Ewww." Shinobu.
*Blows raspberries* Nanami.
"Hehehehheheh." The shameless Gojo Satoru.