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“Don't tell me you're going to make cookies out of this shit.”

Sukuna flinched and almost jumped when he heard his husband's calm voice right behind him. He turned around and looked at Gojo's extremely displeased face. He squeezed his way to the table instead, dipped his finger right into the bowl of finished dough, dipped his finger in it, and tasted it.

“Pathetic. Where did you get that recipe?” Gojo shook his hands off squeamishly. “Too many eggs, not enough sugar, and the dough didn't rise.”

“On the internet…” Sukuna scratched his pink hair awkwardly. He hadn't expected to feel so guilty in the face of harsh criticism.

“It tasted like putty.” Gojo folded his arms across his chest. “Okay, Kuna, I'll change and we'll make normal cookies together using my signature recipe, okay?” He gently rubbed his cheek and left for the bedroom.

Sukuna could only sigh tiredly. He knew what he was getting into when he chose an older omega with a child. Gojo had a grown son from his first marriage, Megumi, with whom Sukuna, frankly, didn't have a good relationship. Megumi didn't see him as a stepfather, much less a father. He was already sixteen, and he was skeptical of his omega mom's suitors.

Gojo wasn't easy either. No, don't get wrong, Sukuna just adored him, there was no doubt about it, but sometimes.... Sometimes Gojo would forget to turn off the ‘teacher’ at home that he worked for in college, and Sukuna would feel like a little kid. And, yes. Gojo was the kind of milf from the memes who would drop off money, drive his car back and forth, and feed him a delicious home-cooked meal. Sukuna was a milfhunter? Maybe, but if you're a foodie, you should know that a milf is different from a milf. Gojo had the special charm of a mature omega, incredibly strong, intelligent and capable, but also in need of support and tenderness from time to time.

Megumi sauntered past the kitchen. He came home later than Gojo, even though he was in his class and they finished at the same time. He dropped his heavy bag on the floor and was about to dash back outside when Sukuna called out to him:

“Hey, little fella. Where are you going?” He tried to sound calm and casual.

“I'm going out. None of your business. And don't call me ‘little fella’ you sound like a dumb boomer. Bye.” Megumi skipped out of the house almost immediately under Sukuna's disappointed look. Okay, another attempt at rapport had failed. Not only did Megumi look like a prickly hedgehog at times, but he also acted like one.

“Gumi ran away?” Gojo asked frustratedly, peering over his husband's broad shoulder into the hallway where no one else was.

“Yes. He said he was going for a walk.” Sukuna stroked the omega's soft white palm, then returned to the kitchen with him. Gojo immediately began to take charge: he pulled out the ingredients seemed to have always had in his house, put away the extra dishes and got new ones, put everything on the shelves, and tied a neat, light-colored apron around his neck. Sukuna could only marvel at Gojo's skill and agility. He sat down at the table to watch the omega closely as he bustled about. One couldn't help but notice his chic figure. Probably over the years and after the birth of his child, Gojo had gotten a little more plump: he had a soft maternal belly, hips without a hint of a gap between them, and a noticeably round ass, which was actually what Sukuna was gawking at right now. Gojo in his cute pajama pants just looked like something with something; Sukuna wanted to take a bite out of him out of an overabundance of emotion. Not literally, of course.

“What are you sitting around for?” Gojo turned around, snapping his fingers to bring Sukuna back down to earth. He was getting a little too dreamy. “Come here. I'm going to teach you now.”

“I'm sorry. I realized there's nothing better than mom's cookies, so now I don't even try.” Sukuna grinned, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the omega's waist to reach down and squeeze the firm, protruding crease of his belly.

“Oh, no, mister, that won't work! Even Gumi can bake cookies from my recipe. Consider this your new mission as my husband.” Gojo kissed his faintly stubbled cheek as Sukuna leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Well, since that's the case... Then please, mommy. Teach me how to make these delicious cookies.” Sukuna smiled predatorily when he realized that Gojo didn't mind the small amount of ragging at all. The man's hands immediately moved up to squeeze the small, plump breasts between his fingers. The fabric of the apron crackled faintly from the pressure on it, but Gojo, though blushing, looked quite calm. He himself liked to tease Sukuna from time to time, to play on his feelings so that he turned into a whimpering, hungry puppy.

“That's good. Here, look, I've already gotten what we'll need.” Gojo placed his palm on a small pile of ingredients. “First, we need white and brown sugar. We whip it together with soft butter. I don't remember the grams. I do it by eye, but it's delicious.”

“You've got a diamond eye, mommy,” Sukuna purred courteously, nibbling at the spot on the omega's neck where he had marked it not so long ago. Gojo flinched, but remained steadfast, working on the cookie.

“Now the eggs. Just two, no need for more.” He cracked both of them into a bowl. Sukuna barely restrained himself from making a nasty “you know what else you can make with two eggs” joke, because then Gojo would probably kick him out of the kitchen. He continued: “And my signature ingredient... Just a scoop of vanilla extract is enough, but it will make even the most skeptical tasters fall in love with these cookies.” Gojo smiled and winked at Sukuna. “Tell me, babe, why did you do the cooking today? You've never liked it.”

“I wanted to make you happy,” Sukuna explained, snuggling into his warm neck and breathing in Gojo's soft, sweet scent. He didn't need any vanilla extract to be absolutely in love already. Though to be fair, Gojo's cooking had always been delicious. He didn't like to cook, his range of dishes wasn't large, but what he could do, he could do better than anyone else. For the most part, Gojo started cooking because of Megumi. There was no way to feed the baby anything, so Gojo began to boil simple broths, make onigiri with fillings and soft vegetable purees. Raising an infant alone was difficult; Megumi's father left almost immediately. But it made Gojo incredibly strong.

“That's how…” The omega smiled gently. “You should have gotten the recipe from me first.”

“I'm sure my cookies wouldn't have been so bad. It's just that you didn't even let me finish it.”

“I'm sorry.” Gojo chuckled. “It's all my professional deformity. Always wanting to teach you how to do things. You're not mad?”

“How can I be mad? Your cookies really are the best.”

“All right, all right, suck-up. Then help me knead the flour into this tight dough.” He stepped back, making room for Sukuna. He grinned; he'd gotten the dirtiest job of all, where he'd have to get his hands dirty and work a little harder, but he couldn't refuse Gojo. The man began to carefully combine the flour with the other ingredients that Gojo had already added. He, meanwhile, pulled away to make coarse chocolate chips from a whole bar. Together they were soon able to arrange the cookies on a baking tray and send them into the oven.

“Finally.” Sukuna grinned victoriously, immediately catching Gojo and sitting him with his butt on the countertop. “Mommy, I can't stand to look at you while you're cooking. You look too appetizing.”

“Oh…” Gojo shuddered slightly, placing his hands on Sukuna's shoulders. “You're such a pervert…”

“I'm proud of that.” He kissed the omega on the lips, moving closer in parallel, pushing Gojo's legs apart and trapping his waist between them. Sukuna gently groped the plump thighs, squeezing them to red marks at moments. Gojo relaxed rather quickly, wrapping his arms around his neck. Well, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd fucked somewhere other than the bedroom. Megumi would hate them if he found out (he guessed).

Sukuna, however, had other plans for today. He soon knelt down and firmly pulled off Gojo's pajama pants and comfortable cotton panties. He lifted the edge of the apron himself, looking up at his husband with playful embarrassment. Oh, he knew that eye expression. They had a favorite game.

“Why are you looking at me like that, mommy? Do you want something from me?” Sukuna smiled wickedly, interlocking the other man's thighs against his cheeks.

“Yeah. I want you to be a good boy, Kuna. Show mommy how smart you can be.” Gojo squinted languorously. Sukuna lifted up to kiss him again. He just couldn't look at those plump lips curving into a sly smile unless they were covered by his lips.

“Who's the pervert here, it's you.” Sukuna growled softly, circling Gojo's mouth with his tongue. “This table is where your son makes his breakfasts, and you want me to take you here like a pathetic slut.” His fingers suddenly gently touched the slippery folds between the omega's legs, sharply pushing inward and rubbing his clit painfully with his thumb. “Look at you, you're already all wet.”

“But what am I supposed to do if I want you so badly?” Gojo whimpered, reluctantly letting go of Sukuna as he knelt again. The alpha smiled, seeing Gojo himself close his trembling thighs around his head in a needy gesture.

“Easy, mommy. Your good boy will do just as you want him to.” He wrapped his arms around Gojo's waist, fingering the love handles and belly before he nuzzled his nose into his flowing, hot pussy.

Sukuna licked greedily, not shying away from anything and frankly enjoying himself. While Gojo moaned and wriggled, the alpha passionately caressed every sensitive fold, reached deep inside, snagged the sweet omega lube with his tongue and licked it off with a sly glint in his eyes. Oh, he loved those moments. During the cunny, Gojo was completely at his mercy, tender, hot, vulnerable. Sukuna couldn't get enough of him, so he constantly demanded more. He drew figure eights on his clit, clutching tightly at his plump thighs, which shook violently in pre-orgasmic tenderness. Gojo moaned loudly, but during his orgasm he practically screamed, whimpering and clutching at Sukuna's hair. The man would only smile. He would lave his soft wife with his tongue forever.

The alarm clock rang. Gojo weakly caught the air with his mouth after the lightning-fast, but so beloved experience. His body had relaxed after the discharge, and now he could barely walk from the trembling in his legs.

“Cookies... Get them, sweetie.” Gojo smiled, ruffling her husband's hair.

“Of course, mommy.” Sukuna stood up and kissed Gojo on the lips, messily passing his own juices to him with his tongue. “Though I've already quenched my appetite for something sweet…”

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Sukuna hated college. That's what students who have to go there usually say, but Sukuna was an adult with a job, and he hated college for another reason. His dear husband, Gojo Satoru, was always missing there. He would often stay after classes were over to help his students who looked up to him too much, he could disappear to work even on weekends, and Sukuna would end up getting only pitiful scraps of attention.

Gojo had taken a sick leave yesterday; he was due to go into heat any day now. In Japan, an omega could get a week's sick leave during that time, so Gojo was let off with complete peace of mind. Sukuna was glad: he would finally get some alone time with his husband! However... Right now they were standing in the store, and Gojo was chatting sweetly with his, fuck them all, students. Yuta and Itadori, two shouldering, young alphas, were politely asking their sensei how he was feeling.

“Oh, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine!” Gojo laughed, placing a hand on his waist. Sukuna stood behind him, leaning against the grocery cart and writhing in boredom. It was just a quick trip to the store! He hoped the damn boys would leave as soon as possible, but they didn't seem to notice his angry glare.

“Really? How nice! Megumi told us the same thing. You know, we decided to do one project on our own without you! We were sent out to buy snacks for everyone just so we could do it. Anyway…” Yuta began to talk passionately. Sukuna realized that if he didn't intervene now, Gojo would stay here until tonight. He was listening to this jerk too excitedly! And why did he care! Also, Sukuna really, really didn't like the way those two alphas sometimes led with their noses. There was nothing to sniff out! Only he could sniff out his husband!

“That's all very well, but we have to go,” he finally said, straightening up menacingly and squaring his shoulders properly so that those snot-nosed students would know who they were dealing with. Sukuna stepped closer and stood behind Gojo's back.

“Come on, Kuna.” The latter smiled slightly, glancing at her husband. Omega didn't notice the tension in this company at all. “It's not like we're in any hurry.”

“I'm sorry... Really? Oh, well, as long as sensei doesn't mind…” Yuta started babbling again. Sukuna interrupted him halfway through:

“Baby, you could get sick at any moment. I already didn't want to take you shopping with me. Why don't you talk with them in college?” Sukuna possessively put his arm around Gojo's waist and pulled him close, then looked at the students and smiled strainedly. “Your sensei needs a rest. I apologize profusely, but we're leaving.”

“I'm sorry, Sukuna-san.” Itadori smiled embarrassedly and rubbed the back of his head. “Of course you can go! Goodbye. I hope sensei is feeling better.”

Sukuna wasn't listening to him anymore, because he was dragging the not-so-resistant Gojo to the self-service checkout counter. He looked slightly displeased.

“I wanted to listen to my students.”

“You talk to them more often than you talk to me.”

“Kuna! You're an insufferable jealous man!” Gojo stacked his hands to his sides, indignant as Sukuna rifled through their purchases from the large cart. “These are just my students!”

“And I'm just your husband.” Sukuna rolled his eyes, almost machine-like as he packed the groceries into two bags. Gojo didn't help him, he just stood there puffing with frustration. “And I want to at least spend time with you on sick leave. Why don't you be sick for a week, like you're supposed to be, instead of doing work for free?”

“Heat is not a disease, and you know it.” Gojo glared gloomily.

“Really?” Sukuna suddenly turned around and loomed over him a little. “So what, you'd rather spend it in college?”

“No. It's just-” Gojo turned away resentfully and folded his arms across his chest. “I just hate it when you tell me what to do.”

“Okay.” Sukuna sighed, took both bags in two hands and moved closer to kiss her husband on the lips. “Let's do this: you'll take a break from college on sick leave, not because I'm ordering you to, but because I genuinely want you to relax. You've been working too hard.”

Gojo grudgingly but nodded. Sukuna didn't give him a single bag, saying he wouldn't let his omega carry the heavy stuff, so soon they were walking back home, Gojo slightly ahead and Sukuna following behind. Honestly, he was distracted for just a couple minutes as he crossed the road when he saw Gojo meet Nanami Kento, another teacher at the college, and they got to talking. What bad luck! The whole college decided to stalk his husband today?!

“Gojo, are you okay? Are you sure you're feeling okay?” The man coughed politely, looking at Satoru with slight concern. He only smiled sweetly, in a way that made Sukuna's cheekbones curl in disgust and jealousy. This Nanami annoyed him even more than the students! The alpha clearly had some plans for the beautiful chubby omega! Sukuna, as an equal alpha, saw this with his naked eye! Gojo was too attractive and sexy at times. Any man could wring his neck watching Satoru's hips sway hypnotically as he walked. However, that wasn't even what excited Sukunu more: he felt like his date was on the verge of heat. Gojo began to look more nervous and confused, his eyes running as he tried to answer some more of Nanami's clarifying questions. Sukuna flared his nostrils noisily like an enraged bull, finally reducing the distance between them in two leaps.

“Back off, asshole. I don't have time for you right now,” he said harshly. With two bags in one hand, he took Gojo by the scruff of the neck and dragged him toward their house. Nanami said something in his wake, but Sukuna didn't care anymore. He was filled with jealousy. Gojo was as malleable as dough, he just snuggled up to his husband, inhaling his scent deeply.

“You were too rough with Nanamine…” he murmured.

“I had to. Now, now, hush, we're almost home.” Sukuna kissed the omega on the top of his head, smelling the thick, increasing scent of heat with each passing moment. “Now we'll make a nest for you, and you can rest.”

“I don't want to. I want you.” Gojo whimpered as Sukuna rattled his keys to unlock the door to the apartment while simultaneously hugging the omega hanging on him and lugging two bags. To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement. Yeah, the heat was picking up too fast. It was almost crazy how it had occurred to Sukuna to give in to her entreaties and let Gojo outside! Never again.

“You poor thing. I'm all yours. What exactly do you want?”

“I want your knot, Alpha.” Gojo looked at him greedily with big blue eyes clouded with heat lust. He no longer cared about the shopping or the door. Sukuna barely had time to snap it shut and drop the bags on the floor when he was already quite explicitly climbed on. Gojo pawed at his chest and abs, getting his cold, post-street palms under his t-shirt. He squirmed against him, whimpering and purring weakly as he tried to peel all of Sukuna's clothes off at once.

“Whoa, whoa, shh.” He smiled, lifting the omega in his arms and carrying him to the bedroom. Sukuna gently stroked his belly to ease the tugging pain, but he was clearly making it worse. Gojo twitched and moaned.

“Take me, Kuna... I can't wait any longer…” He collapsed back onto the bed exhaustedly. Sukuna squinted his eyes. He decided to torture the omega a bit.

“I don't like you being so close to students and coworkers.” Sukuna sat down on the bed between Gojo's legs, firmly but gently pressing his chest against the bed with his large hand. While the omega wriggled and whimpered, Sukuna took one of his plump breasts in the palm of his hand and began to knead it. So soft and juicy... At times it was impossible to take his hands off Satoru's body. “They're all staring at you. It's annoying.”

“Goddamn jealous…” Gojo's eyes lit up, catching on to where Sukuna was going with this foreplay and little game. “So what, you want to fuck me and tag me again so none of them even think of touching me?”

“No, I have a better idea.” Sukuna licked his lips predatorily. He moved closer and loomed over Gojo, catching him in his arms. “I think you're more than ready for another baby. You're going to get pregnant and stay home with me for a long time.” Alpha kissed his date's lips greedily. Gojo's eyes widened in surprise at the kiss. Another baby! Sure, he and Sukuna had thought about it, but not so soon! Nevertheless, his body reacted rather violently to such a statement. Gojo felt his briefs soaking wet as if he'd been doused with water, his thighs quivering with excitement and delight, and a powerful cramp running through his body. He barely suppressed a moan.

“Yeah... Yes please, Kuna... Make me pregnant again…” Gojo half-consciously began unbuttoning his shirt to finally reveal to the world pure creamy skin and breasts with puffy nipples. Sukuna started to pull down his pants, the omega was in so much pain that he rubbed his crotch against his hand while he was busy.

“You're the perfect mommy,” he rumbled softly, kissing the soft skin of Gojo's soft belly. “I should have tied you up a long time ago. Such a docile little omega just has to be round from my puppies all the time.”

“Kuna…” Gojo felt like he could cum without his hands, especially when Sukuna leaned down to lick his little tits and bite down on one of his nipples. His fingers slid down, pulling away the wet fabric of the omega's briefs.

“So wet for me…” the Alpha continued, he knew full well how much Gojo got turned on by talking dirty to him. “Your uterus can't wait to be filled to the brim with my seed, can it?”

Saying that to a heathen omega was just a fatal combo. Gojo dug into his head with both hands, pressing it into his boobs. Sukuna felt like he was in his own little sweet and soft paradise.

“Fuck me. Now. Damn it, how much longer do I have to beg you for a knot?! Maybe I should ask Nanamin to do it…” Gojo licked his lips, imagining how much that would piss Sukuna off. Oh, he wasn't wrong.

“What did you say?-” Sukuna pulled away, his eyes blazing with rage.

“I said you've been torturing me for too long.” Gojo collapsed definitely on the bed beneath him.

“And you allow the idea that someone can satisfy you better than your alpha?” Sukuna glared at him irritably. “You little bitch. I'll teach you manners! Don't forget your place.” He roughly sealed Gojo's hands into the bed above his head. They had both managed to undress during foreplay, so Sukuna wasted no time. His large, erect cock had long been begging to go straight inside the wet, flowing omega's pussy, so he soon thrust his hips forward.

“Ah!... Ah, yes!... Yes, please!” Gojo groaned with delight, he ahhed and eagerly hugged Sukuna's hips to pull her closer to him. “Kuna... Don't hold back with me.” Gojo smiled enchantingly. “Mommy doesn't like weaklings.”

“You're so soft…” Sukunu himself was beginning to shake with desire as he caressed the omega's entire body, his pupils dilating with arousal to the point where they almost covered the iris. The way Gojo's tummy and tits jiggled with each thrust, like sweet pudding, drove him crazy. “So fertile... Your body is perfect for carrying pups.”

“Kuna…” Gojo rolled his eyes in pleasure, his lubricant squirting loudly between them, dripping onto the sheets. The tension in his belly was easing, the alpha's cock doing a great job of buying all the unpleasantness of the heat. “Please... I want another baby so badly”

“You'll have it, mommy,” Sukuna growled, leaving dirty hickeys on his neck. “Damn it, I'm never letting you go to college again, do you understand? You'll be my pregnant omega housewife with kids. I will fuck your tight fertile cunt every day. You're mine.” He reached up, kissing Gojo deeply on the lips and never stopping fucking him. The man managed to cum, he was so painfully overexcited he couldn't hold back.

“Mmh... Kuna…”

Gojo weakly put his arms around his husband's neck and returned the kiss. They kissed very wetly and didn't even notice it, staining each other with saliva and occasionally biting their lips. The biting was mostly Sukuna, he was going crazy with his omega's heat and couldn't get enough of him.

“Say it yourself. Admit that you're mine and you don't need your goddamn coworkers,” he growled, squeezing Gojo's nipples painfully with his fingers. Sukuna began to move slower and more amplitude, thrusting deeply into the hot, tight pussy. His cock seemed already soaked with his juices, and a knot began to form at the base. Gojo cried out as his nipples twisted, they were very sensitive during sex.

“Ah! I... I'm yours, alpha…” Tears slid down his cheeks. “I need you... You're the only one I need... Please, give me the knot…” He moaned with another deep thrust, rolling his eyes in pleasure. Saliva was still dripping from the corner of his lips after their wet kisses.

Sukuna grinningly pushed one last time, finally spewing a whole fountain of cum inside him and tying him up. Gojo trembled beneath him: he hadn't had time to cum, and Sukuna affectionately helped him, massaging his swollen clit so that Gojo's hips shuddered frantically and he cried out before relaxing completely. His lovely soft body relaxed, it glistened with sweat. Sukuna smiled and leaned over, stroking the omega's cheek while they were in a knot.

“That's it... It's okay, baby. You're doing so well, taking everything I give you.” He kissed Gojo more softly and lovingly. He lay there, feeling how literally everything inside was flooded with his alpha's hot cum.

“Aren't... We done yet...?” Gojo smiled awkwardly, propping himself up on his elbows. He blushed, noticing the slutty bites on his rounded breasts.

“Does your heat and sick leave end tomorrow?” Sukuna smirked and raised his eyebrows. Gojo's breath caught, realizing what that meant: his alpha was going to tie him up every damn day of his heat to make sure Gojo really did get pregnant. They had a fun week ahead of them.

“No... Definitely not.” He smiled and reached over and kissed Sukuna affectionately on the lips.

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Megumi immediately realized that something was wrong. Gojo hadn't said anything after his heat ended, he went to work as usual, smiling sweetly at the students and lecturing like a good teacher. But there were many significant, albeit not conspicuous differences.

The first was Sukuna. He was very territorial, always picking Gojo up from work, doing everything his husband asked him to do, sticking to him, literally dusting him off, and regularly begging him to quit his job.

The second thing was the smell. Megumi could distinctly sense that his mom was starting to smell a little different. As a young alpha, he was able to pick up all the odors of omegas, including Gojo. He smelled… sweeter. Megumi didn't know how to explain it, but he really didn't like it, he was sure Sukuna could smell it too.

Well the third thing was Gojo himself. The more time passed, the more Megumi noticed that his mommy wasn't going to the bathroom in the morning to take a leak. Gojo began to eat less, looked whiny more often, and even missed a few days of college because he wasn't feeling well.

Megumi had no doubt: his mom was pregnant again. The two of them still hadn't told him anything straight, Gojo had cited expired food (they never had expired food in the fridge) for the second week in a row, and Sukuna had just looked at Megumi like he was an idiot. He felt like he was being made an idiot. He's not three years old anymore! These adults always make things so complicated. Why can't they just say, “Yeah, sorry, we made a baby, lol”?!

Megumi was most worried about his mom. Gojo was already an omega in age, and the pregnancy could have affected him badly. What was Sukuna thinking?! Did they prepare for this in any way other than spontaneous heat sex?! Did they do a health check-up?! Did they even go to counseling?! Megumi was really pissed off at his stepfather. Maybe he'll go out for more bread, just like Megumi's dad?! He's been there. But now, even if that happens, things will be different. Megumi won't just leave his mom. He'll be by his side like a man ready to give him a strong shoulder. Mom's safe with him.

Meanwhile, Sukuna wasn't actually going anywhere. On the contrary! He was having the best time of his life, finding out he was going to be a father! Gojo and he had specifically decided not to say anything to anyone for now and were enjoying their happiness in silence. Despite Megumi's fair mental criticism, this child was by no means spontaneous and certainly not accidental, but very much anticipated and desired. The new parents-to-be cooed at each other like crazy. Even Gojo, despite the difficulties of the early stages of pregnancy, seemed to be in full bloom. While Megumi was squinting at him with a sour suspicious face, the other students were smilingly noting Gojo-sensei's good mood.

Sukuna, on the other hand, felt a little over the moon with happiness. This was the first time he had ever been a father, and even though Megumi was sort of his stepson, having his own flesh-and-blood baby, born of his and Gojo's love, felt incredible. Sukuna felt as if he himself had been reborn. He woke up with the thought that he was going to be a father, had breakfast with Gojo and that thought, went to work with it, worked, came home in Gojo's arms, and thought about it again and again-

So far, there had been no outward changes. Gojo looked as cute and chubby as ever, except for a slight pain in his breasts, but that didn't stop Sukuna from touching, stroking, and kissing the omega's belly often and regularly. Sometimes Gojo even got tired of it, he angrily shoved the overly enthusiastic father-to-be away from his soft tummy to calm down and let him lie down in peace.

Saying anything to Megumi was something they didn't want to do just yet, and it was Gojo's initiative. He was worried that Megumi would get angry or upset, they needed to get it right somehow, and Gojo didn't know how. Sukuna suggested telling him after the first screening when they knew a little more about their baby, and Gojo liked that idea.

Well, Megumi already knew that. There was no standing ovation.

After the first trimester, the toxicosis had passed, and Gojo was beginning to feel much better. He was literally enjoying the pregnancy. Sukuna had learned that the first time he carried Megumi it had been quite hard and difficult, but now he seemed to be lucky. Gojo continued teaching at the college, purposely choosing clothes that hid his rounded belly, munching cakes without hesitation, and spending tons of time with his husband. Sukuna was very happy to see him so content. He gently squeezed his sweet, round wife, pampered him as best he could, and tried his best to get him to leave work at last. Gojo held on until he won. Only when his belly grew so big that at the end of the day the poor omega's back was falling off and his legs were swelling, he agreed to take maternity leave. It was no surprise to literally no one: the students had already realized everything about their sensei's condition.

Sukuna's only regret was that he couldn't stay with Gojo around the clock and had to go to work. He was going a little crazy for his husband. Seriously, he was ready to pray on him, do anything for him, build a temple and drive around the world three times, but usually Gojo would ask him to buy cakes on his way home from work. Sukuna would reply with a brief message: “Yes, wife.” and did as he was asked. In fact, Gojo constantly complained of brutal hunger during his pregnancy. In the beginning, he ate almost nothing due to toxicosis and even lost weight (Sukuna was terribly bothered by it), but in the second trimester, all the pounds came back to him, and probably new ones appeared. Gojo looked softer and cozier. Sukuna loved coming over after work, resting his head on his omega's plump thighs and lying like that for hours, cuddling his belly and enjoying strokes on his head. It was his little paradise in the midst of his work routine.

Sometime after the sixth month, Sukuna noticed his husband wearing breast pads. Immediately, an omega audit (Gojo fought back like he was hiding a few stolen million dollars under his sweater) was performed, which revealed that Gojo had developed milk.

“Baby, this is just outrageous,” Sukuna said, staring angrily at the soft, plump tits in front of him as if they were to blame for all his troubles. They weren't naked, Gojo had bought himself a comfortable nursing bra. “How could you hide such beauty from me?!”

“I didn't,” Gojo said crankily, pulling his pajama shirt down and hiding not only his breasts but also his noticeable round belly. While they chatted, he finished his ice cream from a vase, lying back in bed. “It's just that you didn't ask. We haven't had sex in two weeks. I thought you'd fallen out of love with me and you didn't like me anymore.” He pouted his lips and folded his arms across his chest, setting aside the empty vase. Sukuna's jaw just dropped at that moment.

“What?! Me?! Falling out of love?! Baby, are you crazy?! You're all I can think about! I'm just, uh- I didn't want to hurt you. I've read that pregnant omegas have a lower libido, you know-”

“No, you don't like me anymore. I can feel it. You just don't want to fuck me!” Gojo whimpered, kicking his legs and still as cranky. During his pregnancy, he was constantly thrown into two extremes: he was either glowing with happiness and pleasure, or he was making a scandal over the crumbs on the dinner table. Right now, it was obviously the second extreme. Megumi was out of the house as usual, so Sukuna decided to calm the distraught mother-to-be down a bit.

“Baby, it's all a dirty lie. I love you more than anything in the world. And if you wanted sex, you could have just asked me.” He sighed patiently and sat down on the bed next to Gojo to hug him tightly.

“I didn't want to ask you! Why did I have to ask you? Don't I look like I want you?” Gojo even blushed red with anger. To be honest, Sukuna couldn't see a damn thing. Gojo had only slapped his ass a couple of times in these two weeks as he walked by, but they often did that to each other and Sukuna didn't take it as an overt sexual innuendo. However, arguing with a pregnant omega was a fool's errand. In the end, Gojo always had an ironclad argument: their child, and Sukuna had nothing to bet against.

“Sorry I haven't learned to read your mind yet, babe.” He tried his best to keep a nonchalant face. “So, you want me to fuck you?”

“No!” Gojo pushed him out of the hug irritably. “I don't want you to ‘fuck’ me! I'm your husband, not some whore. I want you to make love to me–”

“Okay, baby, let's make love.”

“No, I definitely don't want to now.” Gojo crossed his arms across his chest, tears in his eyes. “It's like you're doing me a favor! You're still with me out of pity and childish duty! You don't care about me. And in fact, you–”

He didn't have time to finish his sentence, because Sukuna was tired of listening to this nonsense, and he kissed the cranky omega with determination. It had to be said that Gojo's accusations were as silly as they were empty. Sukuna literally adored his pregnant wife, he bought him every trinket he asked for, they fell asleep in each other's arms every night, and Sukuna always showed an almost impossible degree of patience in such conflicts. He was testy and aggressive by nature, but would never allow himself to even raise his voice at Gojo, let alone hit him. Omega was often just unbearable, but Sukuna reassured himself each time that it was all hormones, especially since Gojo had started lactating, so he was nervous, probably not feeling well, and therefore only needed support. Sukuna didn't know what kind of father he was going to be, but he made a wonderful husband. And actually Gojo appreciated that, even if he wouldn't admit it.

“Fool.” He looked at Sukuna irritably as they broke their kiss briefly.

“Yours, baby.” The man rumbled, smiling and kissing Gojo again. He resolutely laid the omega on his back and hovered over him, pinning him to the mattress with his strong arms. “I'm sick of listening to your nonsense, and I'm going to make the most passionate love of your life with you, because I love and want you.”

“Make me-” Gojo sighed languidly, running his palm up Sukuna's torso, lifting up his tank top and touching each abs.

“You're the most beautiful mommy I've ever seen in my life.” He decisively yanked off his omega shorts. “And I just need to drain every single one of your boobs.”

Gojo couldn't remember the last time he'd been left unclothed so quickly and kissed and pressed against the bed so passionately (it had last been two weeks ago). He liked it when Sukuna started acting like a rough alpha male and not some wimp, even though it was only about sex.

Meanwhile, Sukuna saw the epitome of perfection in front of him. If he were a Renaissance painter, that was all he would paint. Gojo was Venus himself. It was an honor to be his husband. Having sex with him was a privilege. Just looking at him was God's favor. Sukuna even hovered for a moment as he glided his eyes adoringly over Gojo's magnificent figure. Omega lay before him, lips slightly curved in a Mona Lisa smile. He tucked his legs slightly and put his hands behind his head, giving Sukuna more room to act, and he stared at him like a pubescent teenager. Gojo's normally relatively small, soft chest swelled up like milk balloons. It was clearly uncomfortable, the omega squirming slightly under the gaze of the red eyes while Sukuna slowly outlined both bulges with his fingers. The veins on his tits were even translucent from the strain, and his nipples were reddish and inflamed.

Further down, Gojo's figure expanded smoothly on his round, taut belly. Omega never embarrassed away from it, often proudly stroking it with a mechanical gesture; Gojo felt more than confident in his pregnancy. There was so much genuine smugness in that relaxation and calmness that there was no doubt; Gojo was enjoying himself and the opportunity to carry his child. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Sukuna saw his sweet, plump wife incredibly beautiful in this state. There were reddish stretch marks coming off the middle of his round, full belly, and Sukuna kissed each one tenderly as he slid his eyes and hands over his desirable body.

And finally, what Sukuna could never pass by: the omega's gorgeous thighs. Gojo's hips widened quite smoothly towards the bottom, and at the expense of that, his figure looked neat and harmonious. In other words: his fat ass and thighs supported his belly perfectly. If Sukuna could, he'd just admire it all day and night, but Gojo was twisting in place, squeezing his thighs together convulsively and making it clear with his whole look that he needed a good fuck. The sight of his omega so vulnerable and needy awakened a tsunami of possessiveness and protective feelings in Sukuna. He hugged Gojo tightly, pressing his face into his lush bust. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, vibrating against Gojo's pregnant belly.

“I need you-” he said quietly, stroking Sukuna's pink hair. He lifted his head, confronted by the all-consuming, maternal tenderness in Gojo's gaze. It was intoxicating.

“I am listening, my queen.”

“My breasts hurt. And-” He looked away. “I want you inside me.”

“I see. Don't say another word.” Sukuna grinned as he gently placed a finger on his lovely wife's lips and then kissed it, sliding his tongue hotly deep inside.

Sukuna became quite active. He decided to start with the heavy swollen tits. Oh, how he longed for that! All he had to do was pull on a nipple a little to make Gojo moan and a stream of sweet, creamy and fatty milk squirted onto his tongue. It was delicious. Sukuna slowly caressed Gojo's body as he greedily drank from it, nipping the nipple with his lips.

“This is ambrosia, mommy. I've never drunk anything tastier than your milk,” Sukuna purred, recoiling and licking like a big, well-fed cat. One breast had finally returned to more or less normal size, but Sukuna still had a lot of work to do with the other.

“Drink it while you have the chance.” Gojo grinned languidly and tousled the alpha's hair again. “When our baby is born, you'll be leftovers.”

“Oh, I'm sure you'll have enough milk for everyone.” Sukuna smiled predatorily, moving to the second nipple. As his lips worked tirelessly, creating a tight vacuum and emptying the breast all the way down, Sukuna's other hand traveled down to Gojo's thighs and pulled them apart. Her fingers gently guided down the slippery folds of the omega's juicy pussy, creating him to shudder and spread his legs wider apart. Sukuna was already barely holding himself up, his cock whimpering with pain and the desire to be in the warmth of the beautiful mommy-to-be's body as soon as possible. It was like torture, but the alpha was in no hurry, he began to make progressive and simultaneous movements while he sucked his tits and pushed his fingers deep into the current hole. He didn't notice himself as he began to move his own pelvis additionally, practically humping the bed with desire. Gojo adjusted quickly, he was hugging Sukuna's head, moaning passionately and slowly with each thrust. They moved in sync, soon the omega's hips shuddered and he cummed. Gojo cried out, and a whole waterfall of milk rushed into Sukuna's mouth, which he could barely swallow. Oh shit... He had never drank so much! It made even his taut belly swell a bit to accommodate the full volume of sweet omega’s milk.

Sukuna recoiled, breathing heavily. He smiled, wiping his lips and looking at Gojo with adoration.

“Are you sure you want penetration? I don't want to hurt-” Alpha stroked the omega's belly affectionately. He frowned, rising awkwardly on his elbows. Sometimes pregnancy made him feel like a bug.

“Yes, I want!” Gojo leaned on Sukuna himself, leaning against his broad chest. He obediently lay on his back, letting his wife climb on top of him and holding him gently by the waist.

Gojo almost immediately decided to ride his cock. Sukuna helped as much as he could, but mostly it was just insurance, the mature, adult omega knew how and where he needed to go on his own. The undeniable plus of their new position was that Gojo himself could adjust the strength and depth of the thrusts without making himself uncomfortable. Sukuna could enjoy the sight of his seductive omega.

Gently lifting his butt, Gojo began to friction. He moved gradually, frowning and tensing his soft round hips. Sukuna squinted and watched the omega's tits bounce on each thrust like a bag of water. He licked his lips, savoring it. Being inside Gojo again, in that scalding hot, wet pussy, was a luxury. Sukuna moaned, clutching his partner's hips and holding his belly during his thrusts. Gojo, however, soon slowed down. He was breathing heavily, his soft, quick sighs betraying fatigue.

“Kuna, I can't take it anymore-” He complained capriciously, sitting on his cock to the hilt. “Let you do it yourself…”

“Oh, poor mommy... Are you tired?” Sukuna smirked, sitting up on the bed and pulling Gojo tighter against him. The man exhaled and put his hands on his shoulders.

“You're the alpha, you have to fuck me! I'm fed up! Why am I doing your job?!”

“I'm sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you in a minute.” He smiled and gripped Gojo's hips tighter. Pulling a rather heavy pregnant omega on top of him was no easy task, but Sukuna would rather tear his ligaments than refuse the honor. He began to move his hips on his own, lifting Gojo up on top of him and amplitudinally seating him on his cock again with loud slurping slaps. Omega lube flowed between them, staining Gojo's thighs and Sukuna's organ, but he didn't stop, enjoying the sensation of the warm weight in his hands and on his cock. Gojo moaned in his ear, closing his eyes and pressing down as far as his belly would allow until they both reached orgasm. Sukuna barely remembered cumming, he stopped, generously filling his wife to the brim.

“Amazing…” Gojo smiled blissfully, covering his eyes. Sukuna knew that for a little while, at least for the rest of the evening, the omega would no longer be capricious.