Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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(Warning ⚠️ mature stuff) ______________
Yuuji does as he is told, already worked up and panting, his cock hard, walls clenching on his husband's dick tightly, and his low abdomen throbbing. Satoru kisses him, slipping his tongue deeply, and the boy reciprocates with a satisfied hum. Yet they kiss unhurriedly, more affectionately than heatedly, enjoying the moment. The boy’s body becomes slack after a few moments, finally relaxing enough to stop clutching to Toru’s dick desperately. His husband slowly pulls away while still kissing Yuuji lazily, until they are no longer connected.
“You look amazing right now, Yuu-chan. My beautiful wife.” Satoru coos after he breaks their kiss to lightly caress the boy's cheek with a proud smile.
Yuuji whimpers and looks at his husband, at a loss. “My body feels weird, Toru.” He whines and tries to move, but it makes him all dizzy and more tingly, so he groans in frustration, trying to ignore the soreness.
Satoru squints his beautiful eyes at him. “It's like you are hypersensitive.” He hums in thought and leans towards his ear, making Yuuji's breath hitch. The man kisses his earlobe, gaining a shiver. “I love you, Yuuji.” He whispers closely, his lips and hot breath brushing the boy's ear, and that's enough for him.
Yuuji opens his mouth uselessly, but nothing comes out—not even a tiny sound—the orgasm hitting him so violently and unexpectedly that he trashes on the covers underneath his husband, his entire body twitching. It feels like he is on fire, his skin prickling and hot, his stomach spasming uselessly, yet his dick dry. Satoru is gaping at him with wide eyes, and then he gasps.
“Fuck. Breathe, Yuu-chan.” He blows at him and strokes Yuuji's chest helpfully with his palm, and the boy manages to cry out with a high-pitched moan this time at the touch that brings yet another shudder through his entire body. His husband withdraws his hand and then shakes his head in disbelief. “That’s insane. My wife just had his first dry orgasm because of my voice.” He grins cheekily.
The boy only hums, processing this information partially, feeling light-headed and dizzy again, with black spots in his vision. Oh. “I am going to pass out.” Yuuji informs Satoru weakly, and then everything goes completely black. _______________
“Yuuji?” Satoru shakes his wife carefully, but the boy doesn't respond. “Fuck, you weren't joking.” He rises, alerted, yet feels completely useless, not really knowing what to do. He checks Yuu-chan's breathing and pulse. The second one is definitely too high, so the man frowns worriedly. “Should I take you to Shouko?” He wonders, puzzled.
Yeah. And what is he going to say? That he fucked his wife too good, and those are the results? Satoru snorts and gently pets Yuuji's hair, observing the boy's flushed expression. He should be fine if he just rests a bit more.
And shit, he was so erotic not a second ago. All those reactions, expressions, sounds, and the dry orgasm. The man smiles fondly.
“I love you, Yuu-chan.” He whispers truthfully and kisses his wife's forehead with affection.
The boy is sweaty. Maybe Satoru can prepare a bath for them, so they can enjoy it together. He decides to do exactly that. Right when he is about to leave his wife, he spots a red eye staring at him very judgingly from Yuuji's cheek. The man blinks, perplexed, and then waves teasingly.
“Why do I owe the pleasure of being scrunched up in all my glory by the King of Curses himself?” He asks politely, not even attempting to cover his naked body.
Sukuna formulates a mouth that is grimacing deeply, and then he sighs tiredly. “When I told you to fix it, this is not exactly what I had in mind.” He grumbles. “This is too far and tough for my vessel, don't you think?”
Satoru blinks and snorts. “You really hate that I fuck Yuuji this much?” He taunts. “Just so you know, I love him dearly, and I won't give him to you or anyone else.” He declares threateningly.
Sukuna pauses and stares at him for a long time. “I can't believe it.” He finally huffs, sounding done. “You have no idea what you have done and what this is about, do you?” He asks, resigned.
The man frowns in confusion. “Not about you claiming my wife to yourself?” He raises his eyebrows questionably. “Wait. Are you able to feel regular emotions and genuinely care about Yuuji? Is that what it is?” Satoru asks incredulously.
Sukuna looks at him with such pity that it makes Satoru lose his reasoning for a moment. “And you are The Strongest?” He squints his eye, his mouth grimacing mockingly. “Aren't sorcerers possessing Six Eyes smarter?” He scoffs. “Of course this moron had to find another fool and marry him.” Sukuna deadpans and sighs deeply with a scowl. “Why would even a thought that I am interested in Brat sexually cross your mind is beyond me.” He sounds disgusted, then he grins. “Well, best wishes with finding out, then. I will be monitoring the progress. Learn to take responsibility for your actions, dumb husband.” Sukuna snorts and disappears
“You just enjoy popping out of nowhere and complicating everything, don't you, Sukuna?” Satoru concludes and shakes his head, deciding to ignore the exchange.
He is a bit relieved that Sukuna doesn't want to take Yuuji away from him. Yet the man still can't comprehend what makes him so abruptly invested in his wife's life, though. Well, it doesn't matter. It's probably just some plot to ruin their happiness.
Satoru prepares them a bath, making sure it's not too hot for Yuu-chan’s delicate skin, and then goes back to their bedroom to gently wake him up. He gazes at the boy with all his love and sighs with contentment.
Yes, taking Yuuji as his wife was the best decision Satoru had ever made.
