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Domingo - final chapter

Summary. Yuuta has become the Gojo clan head, as well as your husband. You're a teacher who's tasked to work overseas for an extended period of time. Feeling more vulnerable than he's ever felt for your absence, Yuuta has only one selfish request for you.[wc: 6,7k] (cw. smut: footjob + cunnilingus + fingering + missionary + creampie + breeding kink + brief mention of pregnancy attempt) (check tags + chapters on masterlist post)

Under any other circumstances, you would think of this scene as funny, or even endearing. Sitting on the futon with Yuuta, him laying his head over your legs, his lower lip jutted. Lying just next to you, nestling his head on your lap like it's his home, and it's welcoming him. He keeps on staring at you in a silent demand for attention; his eyes are dark with the greedy desire to hoard it forever.

However, you were missing out on his abandoned puppy look in his eyes at the moment, as you were busy going through a report that Hikari sent you. At the same time, you know that there is a far more important matter to address, so you begin with that as well.

"Yuutito," you call with a guarded tone. Careful, as though you were trying not to scare off a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. You didn't want Yuuta to run away from this conversation, after all.

"Yes, angel?" he perks up immediately, sweet as ever. It wrings your heart; he even begins to trace shapes over your legs. You feel they're heart-shaped.

There's a heater in your shared bedroom that does its job so perfectly that, even though the temperature has dropped these last few days, you needed lighter sleepwear in order to survive. This one time, you chose to wear shorts to bed. Yuuta seemed so enamoured with your decision that he followed you. He even expresses as much right now, leaving a short kiss on the exposed skin of your thigh.

"We'll go back to our routine tomorrow. How do you feel about it?"

He doesn't reply right away; he suddenly falls silent, and his fingers stop tracing shapes over your thighs.

That much is enough for you to quickly end your conversation with Hikari, sending a superficial message that says, 'Okieee, I'll read this later, see you tomorrow at school!!' closing the app, and then you turn off your phone. May Hikari forgive you, but it's too late to answer work-related messages anyway. That would be a problem for you in the future—so for you both in a few hours.

You put your phone aside to redirect all of your attention towards Yuuta, who is hiding his face in your lap.

So you call him again, softer this time; the softest you can muster. "Yuu-?"

"I don't-" as he stops compensating for his suffering, his voice holds so much emotion. It's feeble. It takes everything in him to talk to you sincerely, but he needs it so much, too.

Briefly, he's filled with doubts again. But then he feels your hand over his head, running your fingers through his scalp, and it spurs him on. It gives him enough willpower to go on. "I'm not doing well enough. I'm not as strong as I should be."

"You don't need to be strong with me at all. Not very strong, not even just a bit either." you slowly brush his hair with your fingers. It's pin straight and silky; you twirl several hair strands around your fingers, and there's magic in how they fail to hold the shape of a curl, cascading downwards gracefully.

Throughout your relationship, the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp lulled Yuuta to sleep on your lap on command numerous times, falling asleep and vulnerable in the palm of your hand. Right now, they help him to relax his tense shoulders.

Then, a very weak whimper grazes your legs. Your voice is so soothing that it's enough for him to cry, and since he still hasn't gotten to tell you what he needs, he keeps his face hidden; he'll burst into tears if he holds your gaze.

"I know."

You aim for his cheek when you attempt to slide your finger between his face and your leg. It's complicated to move it how you'd like to in such a tight space—you planned to tickle him into lifting his head—so you begin to caress and slightly poke the soft skin of his cheek with your fingertip. It's a silent, heartfelt message; you miss him, and you want to see his face.

After a beat, he finally lifts his head from your lap at a slow pace; you're quick to hold the sides of his face in your hands, cradling his face. It's a form of mutual emotional support. It's helpful to you because, if you weren't touching him like this, tenderly circling his cheeks with your thumbs, you wouldn't survive witnessing how his eyelids fall when he and you both know that he is on the verge of crying.

"Yuu, we've always sorted things out together. Will you let me take care of you once more?"

Yuuta, who was kneeling before you, answers by suddenly leaping into your arms; he wraps himself around you completely, as his entire body is desperate to support itself on yours. He pulls your face close against his chest, as he rests his head on top of yours. His heart hammers in his chest like crazy. While no words come out of his mouth immediately, his arms are steadier than ever as they hold you; you reciprocate by running your hands along his back over his shirt.

It's not important right now, but Yuuta's clothes smell very good. So much so that, too busy sniffling him all over, you almost miss the moment in which he breaks the silence with a voice so suddenly steady that it surprises you a bit.

"I'm upset with myself because I feel insecure about Tanaka-san."

Oh!

You did not expect that. You assumed that Yuuta's major conflict stemmed from having to be away from you again.

"Eh?" your voice comes out muffled against his chest, but it doesn't matter; you sound utterly bewildered regardless. "Did he do something? Or was it me?"

"No!" he pulls away from your hug, but his hands stay on your shoulders. You scan his expression, and all you can find is a mix of shame and regret that weighs on his furrowed brow and his panic-filled eyes. All at once, the blush in his face scatters, losing the battle to his awakened spirit; he is going to tell you everything right now. "My love, I'd never doubt you. I would never disrespect you like that. It's just that… whenever you talked so highly about him, I felt uneasy. I didn't mean to, and I shouldn't have, but I might've compared myself to him. I'm sorry."

"Do you mean when I said that he's kind and all of that?"

Yuuta repeatedly nods his head.

God, you're the least intimidating person in the world to him, but it takes everything in him to keep his gaze fixed on yours right now. It deeply embarrassed him that he had to admit such a dumb insecurity. He is married to you, and yet he's been comparing himself with someone that you could've met a day ago! He knows that there was no point in feeling endangered under such circumstances, but that's how he felt during the last few months, every time you brought him—Hikari—up.

You continue, and you're sincere in the way you're assuring Yuuta of your true feelings. "I said that because he was being very helpful as my substitute. I didn't think of him as anything else, and I doubt he had any other intentions with me, too- especially considering that we only saw each other for 3 weeks before my flight, we'll see each other tomorrow, and we'll likely never cross paths again. Were you bothered by his messages and calls today?"

Yuuta allows himself to waver in his resolve before such a direct question. He averts his gaze to the side, and he loses sight of your cute frown as you stare at him in disbelief.

"He's a hard-working man." He begins. Dammit, his answer came out too fast, and it's evident that he's compensating for how irritated Hikari's made him on this day. "So it makes sense that he's been so…" and he tries to bite his tongue to stop himself from running his mouth, but he fails. "Pushy."

"So he got on your nerves."

Ack.

Yuuta is akin to a defeated dog with his ears pinned back when he searches for your gaze after being caught red-handed. Fortunately for him, you're smiling at him, and you seem entertained somehow by this entire situation; that much is comforting to him, and he's calmer when he runs his fingers along your shoulders—so skilled and devoted to giving you massages.

His voice is low, sincere, dulcet; it is only yours. He is yours. "I just wanted to have a quiet day with my wife."

"Do you want to spend forever with me?" you make it sound so easy, and it makes him blush a deep shade of red. "I only want you, Yuutito. That's why I married you."

His chest is firm as you slide your hands along it over his shirt. Beneath your fingertips, you can feel his heart; it's drumming so, so, so loud. Hugging him by his neck, there's no need for you to pull him down; he's the one who leans in for your mouth, pleading eyes, and his own hands coming to cradle your jaw. He sighs against your mouth then—it's deep, and he's been holding it through this day.

"Please."

At first, it seemed like Yuuta was going to be in charge during your nightly makeout session, and what it would escalate to. It especially gave that impression when he was lavishing kisses on your neck, sitting on his knees between your open legs. His dexterous fingers slide down your stomach, and his touch is feather-light when he dips them under your waistband.

This reality will be a different one—he anticipates as much when you lower your hand, which is tangled in his dark roots, and it grips his shoulder instead.

"Lean back for a bit, Yuu," you murmur, sighing amidst Yuuta's eager attention to the curve of your neck.

"Why?" he whispers back against your soft skin. It's an attempt at pushing your buttons when he answers your request by biting you, nibbling at your skin just a little lower than where he had just bruised it. But then he feels your hand pushing against his chest, and he submits to you right away.

He sits before you, supported on his hands with his legs extended and spread just enough for you to settle between his knees; your own feet are so near his crotch that your exposed foot are almost grazing the fabric of his sleep shorts.

"We still have some unfinished business,"

Yuuta's visibly oblivious to what you mean until he feels your intentions. You slip your feet inside his shorts— the space between his thigh and the loose-fitting fabric is just perfect for you to dive in, and you're facing the front of his boxers before you curl your toes on his boner, stroking his length side to side.

It's immediately tight, the feeling spreading all over Yuuta's abdomen. He hunches over abruptly, fingers gripping the futon for dear life. How sweet it is to your ears, the squeak that tears through his throat, and how its sound follows the shape of your name.

"Please…" he melts, calling your name again, over and over. Yuuta has no shame in lifting his hips off the futon just to chase your feet as you massage him.

Shortly, he almost rips his shorts off himself.

Yuuta remembers that whenever you play with his cock using your feet, you usually start with gentle caresses. This initial slow pace is perfect for him to focus on locking eyes with you as much as he can.

But he's out of practice, and so are you. Yuuta's swept up with little to no effort from you—chest heaving and hardened nipples because of the clash between the heat within your bedroom and the chills running down his spine. It'd been lovely to press your soles against his defined abs just to feel the muscle as waves of pleasure made them so hard, but you'd have to interrupt this experience too suddenly. As for you, your gaze is locked on his boner between your feet with laser focus—it's been too long since you've last pleasured your husband like this. So you were missing out on Yuuta's lovesick eyes, his blushy face, and his parted lips as he kept on breathing in and puffing.

The effort in your expression—eyebrows threaded in concentration as you rely on muscle memory to tease his boner through the thin fabric of his boxers—moves Yuuta. He falls a bit more in love with you right now.

His voice is dreamy. "You're so pretty-"

You cut him off when the ball of your foot presses against the leaking head of his cock right through the fabric. The pressure is soft, but it happens too suddenly, and then it's duplicated; the other ball of your foot massages his length in full, torturous circles, and the cry that comes out of Yuuta's throat in response is nothing short of wanton.

For a moment, you're confident enough in your technique to stare back at Yuuta while you keep going. It's a wise decision, the view is mesmerizing—his eyes rolling back into his skull, and how hard it is for him to keep them peeled open.

"Didn't hear you right, Yuutito," you purr, "Sorry, I'm a bit rusty."

"Feels so good, angel." his voice is whispery and shaky, lips quivering as he talks sweetly to you. He does something with his hips then, rolling them to follow your feet's movements; so much contrast in his bodily, more obscene reactions to your love, compared to how softly he calls for you, you, you.

He's a man who's trained himself for years, body and soul, to withstand all of your raw loving and everything you love to give him every time he lets you pleasure him—he can take you, he's sure of that. He spurs you on, even, when he dips his fingers right under his waistband—the fabric, soaked by his pre—and pleads to you with his blown out, darkened eyes, for permission to fully expose himself before you.

"Love you so much. Can we do it without my boxers?"

Yuuta's voice drops an octave, and you barely make it out alive, pretending you didn't swallow hard just now, or when you saw the head of his cock twitching in anticipation, bare and fully hard. That's what's difficult about giving your not-so-closet-pervert husband a footjob. It's not even about angling your feet right, wet length nestled tightly between your curved soles, so that his endless pre coating his cock doesn't make things too slippery. It's the fact that he's a talker, and a sweet one at that—which is worse. Generally, he's shier, which is perfect for you to flirt and tease him, pushing his buttons, and getting your way six out of ten times.

But your thoughts can't form right now. Your skin buzzes so loud, and all you can hear is his gasps and the slippery sounds of the friction between his cock and your feet.

You're miraculously saved by your memory—you're suddenly reminded of a position that's proven to be easier for you in the past. You shift your weight to lie on your side—and Yuuta, who's feeling particularly bold tonight, immediately has his gaze on the back of your legs as you press them against his legs, shameless as he takes a peek at the skin under your shorts. As if there is something more scandalous in getting an accidental glimpse of your ass than having your feet wrapped around his dick.

Foot curled around his hardened shaft, you slide your soles up and down. It is hot, slippery, and the long veins along it throb every time you run your feet along them. Yuuta feels his head filled with cotton, barely holding himself back from panting with his tongue out like an animal. Endlessly, he calls your name in weak whimpers, between shaky sighs. He's so weak he can genuinely start sobbing right now because of how good it feels, but he perseveres, as he always does when you want to take care of him—for you, he'd take this, and so much more. Everything you can give him, forever and beyond.

"Love… my love, love… love…"

"Yuutito, can you feel it?" you purr, and you curl your foot around his head, the arch of your feet wrapping just right around him when you punctuate your words with a special, deep stroke. Yuuta has to bite his tongue to muffle his scream. "You fit so perfectly between my feet. It's because you were born to meet me, yes?"

God, Yuuta does not know which higher being he should praise for not shamefully shooting his cum on your toes right now.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he chants your name, a desperate and indecent melody, just shy of extending into choked sobs; he's not ashamed of it, he's more hard about it than anything else. "All yours forever. Love you…"

His pre is so thick, and it spills around everything near it—coating his dick and your soles. And when you sit up on your butt again, you're suddenly aware of how wet you are as well—which you were expecting, you could feel your clit throbbing while you struggled to grip Yuuta's dick due to his girth.

You continue then, placing one of your soles right behind his dick, a steady support for you to rub your other feet along his cock—the ball of your foot gripping the head so deliciously at a fast pace.

It's enough for Yuuta to come undone, a cry of your name as he shoots out ropes of thick cum all over your feet, milking his cock.

He's so attentive despite being spent—his brain has turned to mush, his dark hair is disheveled, and yet, unprompted, he lifts your lovely feet in his hand and begins to clean them with his tongue—sucking and licking off his own creamy spend directly from your skin.

His work is impeccable. He uses long, lingering licks that travel from your heel to your toes. They curl as he wraps his tongue and lips around each one. He loves to worship your feet like this.

Your gaze, softened by his affection, falls to his abdomen. "You're hard again."

Yuuta gives a kiss to each one of your toes, as well as one to the arch of your feet.

"Doesn't matter," he lets go of your ankle, lying on top of you, caging you between the futon and his bare body. "Want to make you feel good now, too."

You grab his bicep. He's startled; flexing it on instinct, the trained muscle hardens under your fingers for a second before it's soft back again. He's so endearing, and you nuzzle his hot cheek in response. "Want to help out of these clothes too?"

He takes your hand and kisses the skin right above your ring. He chuckles as he nuzzles his face against your open palm. "If I ever say no to you, please kick some sense into me. I might just be confused."

"That's so violent, Yuu. Can't I wake you up the right way if that happens? With a kiss?"

His faux-innocent smile is all over his charming face as he ponders your proposal.

"Depends on where you kiss me."

His boldness makes you feel shy, and you smack his arm. "Ack! Yuu! You don't even like me going down on you too often."

"Oh? I love everything that you give me. I'm just playing with you, my princess. Just like you do with me, mm?"

He doubles down on his attempt at trying your patience by changing his tone; he turns playful and just the tiniest bit more daring, eager to tease you with his sweet, tender loving. "My angel, my love. My gorgeous baby…. just mine and no one else's." he kisses your temple, and he is shameless when he takes a deep breath of your smell like a dog.

You try to avert your face. "I'm not that into being teased."

There's this sudden pressure on your chest. It's Yuuta, fondling your nipples between his fingers as they poke through your sleep shirt.

"I'm not so sure about that, my angel. They got so hard now… so cute. But it's right here-" he slips his hand inside of your shorts, cupping your wet pussy over your underwear. It makes your head spin. "Where it tells me everything you need."

You seem to have forgotten you got married to someone with a wide range of skills that are perfect to handle your attitude like it's nothing.

He's been expecting this from the very start—the wet patch expanding over your underwear. He traces the shape with his fingers; he parts your lips over the thin fabric, toying with them as they soak him. "You're so endearing when you try to fight me, you know? And yet you always get my fingers so wet."

His breath is hot against your face as he makes you blush a deep shade of red. He gives you a peck on the corner of your mouth before you can protest. "May I, my love?"

Everything escalates from that point. Yuuta drools over your shirt—his saliva is so warm as he sucks your nipples through the fabric. When he is done with one, he kisses it so sweetly before licking his lips and moving his mouth to give his affection to the other one. He lavishes them with his tongue, wrapping his lips around the hardened buds, and sucking, sucking, and sucking. Meanwhile, his dick sits hard against his abdomen, his pre soaking the dark pubic hair near the base of his cock; it's not a lot, he shaved about a week ago despite your attempts at talking him out of it, but the few dark hairs that had grown since then were coated with his essence.

You don't make it easy for him either. He won't stop being hard any time soon if you keep on breathlessly calling his name against his temple, making his stomach tighten—if you keep on lifting your hips off the futon to chase his fingers, with so much urgency in how you hump his hand as he touches you through your soaked underwear.

As you lie naked under him, he kisses you even more deeply, his hands running down your arms, your sides, and along your legs. At the same time that he pushes his tongue into your mouth, he kneads the fat of your hips in his hands—it's an act of worship. Then, he slides both his index and ring finger inside of your dripping pussy, and they go in so easily that Yuuta feels his dick throb and his hips snap forward before he can help it.

The ball of his hand bumps your clit as he works you open. You're shameless, whining in his mouth, pleading 'Yuu, faster'. Although, what steals your attention the most is the cold feeling of Yuuta's wedding ring, flush against your entrance when he fills you to the brim with his fingers—you quickly piece together that he means to make you feel like his wife as he fingers you.

Yuuta scissors you open with his thick fingers—it's soaking wet, and it echoes in your walls along with your sweet moans that are so delicious to Yuuta's lips, who swallows almost all of them during long, heated kisses that leave you both gasping for air.

He pushes your knees to your chest, hands holding your ankles in a steady grip as he gets a better angle to eat your pussy; he wanted to feel you coming undone on his tongue. To Yuuta, there is nothing sweeter than your own juices as they go down his throat.

"Yuu, yuu, yuu…" you chant, your tummy tightening, and so does your grip on Yuuta's hair; as though that would keep you conscious for longer despite how much you are trembling from below your waist.

Oh, how he would love to tell you right now that if you keep on tugging on his hair like this, he is going to explode upon himself before you finish—which he doesn't desire, but his body says otherwise. Eating you out is his undoing. His tongue is greedy as it slurps your essence, his nose bumping continuously your throbbing clit before he tilts his head to suck on it. His chin and cheeks are damp with your fluids, but he couldn't care less—it destroys him so severely to listen to his name slipping through your lips, so whiny and needy for him that he doesn't register when he starts to hump the futon, devoid of decency, losing it to his own frenzy.

In the back of his head, he can feel it—the knot in his lower abdomen as it tightens, threatening to snap at any moment, but he can't stop himself from lavishing your pussy with his tongue, or from fucking the futon mindlessly—he's near desperate to get any friction for his neglected boner.

It can't be helped. He comes first all over the futon, but he pushes himself through his own debilitating orgasm, forcing himself to make you cum on his tongue. Your hips shake as you finish, and he's only half-conscious when he slowly kneads the flesh between his fingers.

"My pretty wife. You did so well…" his whisper is shaky as it brushes the shell of your ear. His breathing is more labored than it is steady, but it's the sweetest. It's comforting. It's made for you only, as your chest heaves and you lie under him.

He caresses along your thighs and ankles, and peppers short kisses all over your face. "I love you-"

You turn your head to kiss him. He reciprocates, and he looks for your hands, locking fingers with you with his eyes shut. You spread your legs wider for him amidst the kiss, and he's elated when he settles between them without pulling away from your mouth just yet.

As his forehead rests against yours, you dive into the blue ocean of his eyes, consumed by dark pools—his blown out pupils that reflect you, you only. Yuuta does the same with you; he has a laser focus on your lovesick gaze, growing even lovelier when he starts to sheathe himself inside of your pussy. The slow stretch is delicious—your pleasured sigh brushes his chin, and Yuuta lets out one of his own as he feels himself slowly coming home to you. After a beat, his hips are flush against yours, still, and his cock makes you feel so full. Your pubes get wet as they make contact with Yuuta's.

You lift your legs to wrap them around his waist. He stares at you in wonder for a second, as though you'd bewitched him once more, body and soul. It's right after that he begins to move.

His pace grows progressively faster, fucking into you differently from the other two days you spent next to each other. However, you don't notice—it is exceptionally hard to form a thought when he's in your guts, and then he pulls out almost completely before he thrusts back into you with so much force that it makes your ankles' grip around his waist falter.

As he eagerly makes love to you once more, Yuuta is only half-aware of how his resolve to never let you go again merges with this act of love—and the perfect union of your bodies works as a perfect signature. He seals his fate by kissing you while he rocks your body with him nestled inside of you—lips locked with yours until you have to pull away to breathe, to pant against each other's mouths.

"You feel so good…" he murmurs through his labored breathing. It's so hard for him to focus when your pussy hugs his cocks so warmly. Everything in you is so hot to him. His hair sticks to his forehead and brushes your face as he stares at your face, the one he loves the most, contorting in pleasure that he is giving to you.

To hear how wet it sounded—his thrusts making your bodily fluids spill all over yourselves, did no good to your heart either. It is exactly how blissful your walls feel to Yuuta; wet, warm, and so deliciously addictive that he can't stop fucking into you like it is the only thing that matters. He can feel everything as he sheathes himself in and out of you endlessly—the fat of your ass cheeks recoil as his balls slap them every time he bottoms out, and it makes this so much noisier. Admittedly, this is one type of sex with you that Yuuta's very much into—loud. On top of it all, he firmly believes that if he were ever to go blind, he could live a happy life with his hearing alone—just listening for the rest of his life to your sounds while he pounds into you mercilessly, how you try to call his name, and then your voice falls into a series of wanton whimpers that he fucks out of you, and that are for him only. If it were possible, he'd stay hard for longer while he's filling you to the brim; hearing you moaning in his ear just like that, crying out for him.

His lips find yours once more. But you're not as able to kiss him back, so he guides you with his hand on your chin. Your eyes are half-lidded, and you try to hold his gaze through your lashes—Yuuta gets a kick of wicked satisfaction when he watches your eyes roll back, and he pushes your body further against the futon.

"What is it, baby? Too much?" he drawls, purring your name amidst his own panting, pretending he is oblivious to the throbbing feeling where you both are connected as he keeps on slowly grinding his hips against your clit. "My beautiful wife. Can I keep on making love to you forever?" he shuts his eyes tight, his own teasing is cut off by his moaning, so loud against your open mouth; your labored breaths merge into one. "I'm so, so in love with you… I'm so in love with you…"

It's not a whimper of weakness or exhaustion if he breathes it into your mouth. It's pure love, traveling directly to your lungs. To him, the way you pant, drunk in pleasure, is nothing short of charming. Your voice grows strained, "Yuu… baby."

It's right then—when you're just on the verge of cumming—that Yuuta slides one hand between your bodies, vigorously circling your clit, just above where you're both connected. He feels your hips as you roll them forward, getting off on his fingers. He keeps on pounding into you as well, and it takes everything in him not to cum because of how good your walls hug his cock when he touches your clit like this. Biting his tongue won't cut it, so if he is going to moan desperately, it's going to be against your reddish lips. He leans to kiss you, and while you try to kiss him back—drunk in each other's warmth, the skin-slapping sounds, the lip smacking—it gets to a point in which you're closer to babbling nonsense between your lips and tongue, than kissing appropriately.

You finish first, your labored breathing fans the inside of Yuuta's mouth while he's still nestled inside of you. You squeeze him, and the throbbing feeling of your walls, so greedy as they intend to milk him this night as well, is too delicious—and it makes his eyes roll back. That's when he takes the lead, and lets his pent-up stress spur him on in the last few powerful thrusts he's still got in him—they're slower, but he pushes you further onto the futon, and his cursed energy spikes, its flickers flying around you both. He puts so much strength in his hips and legs that it moves you just a bit upwards against the futon, and your worn-out, limp ankles unwrap themselves from his waist before he grabs them to make them hug his sides again; he feels your thighs tremble and squeeze at him hard.

Yuuta hides his face in the crook of your neck; his ragged breath is hot as it brushes your skin, giving you goosebumps. His movements grow so relentless that your control over your own body begins to fail you. The thrusts—they're too much, too intense, and you're careless as your nails sink deeper into the tight muscles of his back. You scratch him all over his back, a victim to the frenetic swing of his hips—and yet, while it does burn and sting him, he doesn't entirely register it does, too enamoured with the feeling of sliding in and out of your soft pussy, and how warm, wet and easy it's inside—how you welcome him with your legs wide open, even when your body is still weary because of your last orgasm. It's pure love, and he loves you back; he shoots out his thick spend inside of your pussy, and it is so much, filling you to the brim.

Exhausted, he collapses on top of you. Kisses you right after finishing, even though you are the one leading him through it as best as you can—he mostly gasps tiredly against your lips, muttering something about loving you forever and how he loved being yours only, being your husband.

He slowly gets up from you, unsheathing himself from your pussy. He's mesmerized as he stares at his cum leaking from your entrance.

"Pervert." your laugh is breathless; your muscles are still too limp to put any effort into properly giggling at the sparks in Yuuta's eyes as he basks in the sight of your pussy for the third night in a row.

He averts his gaze from your wet lips, and he beams at you. Sweet as ever, slowly recovering. "I just love to watch you."

He leans forward a bit and gently uses his fingers to part your lips, getting a better view of his cum oozing out from you. When he's done staring, he picks up his own overflowing spend with his fingers, and slowly pushes every drop back inside of you. It's over-stimulating, and your hips snap upwards as you let out a sharp gasp. Yuuta stops altogether then, and he's quick to murmur an apology, a bit ashamed for startling you.

"It's okay, Yuu. Why is it that you've been doing that?"

The corners of his mouth stretch in a wide smile that's too telling of how elated he feels at being asked that. It's something you've been planning to do eventually, since the day you got married. You intended to start trying for a baby earlier, but your work trip happened too suddenly. Anyway, that didn't matter now. You both know very well what Yuuta is up to.

And yet, he decides to give an answer that is suggestive enough, something that is very much expected from him. "It's for good luck. For both of us."

You don't press further, choosing to pull him closer to you by his nape; he lets you take him with you wherever you want. That's his dream come true; you're a dream to him.

It's only after a few minutes of being all over each other again—and while you're sucking his neck—that Yuuta casually looks to the side of the futon.

Where your phone was lying, there now is a broken device that was twisted in itself and crushed like a tin can. Not quite believing his eyes, he softly squeezes your shoulder.

"Angel, look…"

"What is it, Yuu?" you sit up just like he does, and your gaze follows where his finger is pointing. You don't know what you're staring at. "Oh? That's reeks of cursed energy."

Yuuta slowly pieces everything together as he watches you hold and turn that thing in your hands. Possibly, back when he was focused on releasing… the stress he accumulated throughout the day, while making love to you, some of his cursed energy uncontrollably shot out towards the nearest object, which happened to be associated with his most prominent inner conflict.

And it is your phone, because you kept in contact with Hikari through it…

Feeling ashamed of himself, he explains everything to you in detail.

"Yuuta!" you chide. But your genuine surprise at his action is far more prominent in your voice than any anger at all. "That's insane? That's high school toxic boyfriend behaviour."

The impact of Yuuta's forehead hitting the futon echoes in the walls. His bow is as deep as it can get, and it is representative of how much regret he holds within himself.

It startles you. You toss your ruined phone to the side, and you crawl over the futon until you're next to this lying body. "Yuu, your forehead. Your scar. You have to be more-"

He cuts you off. "I'm so sorry, I'm at fault. You can have my phone."

It's not like he is going to use it anyway now that you were home.

Feeling you combing your fingers through his hair so softly, he assumes he's deserving of looking at you in the eyes once more. So he sits up. His forehead is reddish; fortunately, the futon absorbed most of the impact. Yuuta's heart flutters in his chest as your hands come to hold his face, and he watches your brows furrow in worry as you scan him up and down.

Feeling suddenly shier, he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind. "I didn't know my own strength. I'm sorry about that, too."

"I can tell," and you pull him towards you to kiss all along his forehead. The last one of them is special, because you press your lips to his skin for longer, and your hands' grip on his face grows a bit steadier.

Yuuta feels how you're using your reverse cursed energy to heal his bruise right away. It's as comforting as always, and yet, he still blushes just a bit, as though it is the very first time; nobody else knows that you can heal others like this, too. This is a special attention reserved for Yuuta only. And then you pull away, and both your lips and his forehead tingle with the remnants of your energy, "You're going to rip your scar open one day, Yuutito."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he nuzzles his cheek against your hand, so impossibly close to you, such a shameless man when it came to loving you. "I don't mean to make you work more."

"You owe me a date now."

Yuuta blinks, confused. He even tilts his head to the side like a puppy.

You continue. "I'm not keeping your phone, Yuu. It's yours. But we can go shopping for one together. I think I'll be free on Sunday."

Yuuta's heart soars.

"Yes, let's go on a date. I have no other plans for Sunday." his answer comes fast as soon as he realizes it's an opportunity to be together, just the two of you.

Hearing his excitement at going on a date with you melts your heart from the inside just a bit. You squeeze his cheeks in your hands, and it just makes him beam wider, blissfully so.

"You're safe because I had everything saved beforehand. And you're also lucky you're so cute."

You kiss him. Yuuta reciprocates and lets you push him on the futon with you on top of him, firm hands finding your bare hips and kneading the flesh with his fingers. He sighs into your mouth, longing for more, and then he gets more; he's devoured once again by you. And if it's up to him, he'd love for it to be like this forever. You near him, stealing his breath, smiling so sweetly between every kiss. Together forever.

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