I WISH I WAS SPECIAL, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SPECIAL

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── I WISH I WAS SPECIAL, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SPECIAL

yandere creeps who always feels so insecure with your presence. you alone suffocates them but they can't stop from following you around.

yandere creeps who are within the vicinity, they may be the man whose wearing the baseball cap, the hoodies or just the one who's been seating to you near like a decent human being.

yandere creeps who have a shrine made for you. multiple photos of you in different places. a whole photo album of you kept in their drawers and are regularly worshipped. they also get off to the photos of you. seeing your plush body so soft and accommodating for them and they feel irritated why you must be so perfect. they want to ruin you so bad.

yandere creeps who makes way in taking what you own. they got strands of your hair. your clothes. stolen panties when they break-in at your home but you'll never know. they sniff at it and inhales the scent stuck on your panties and jerks with it on their cocks. they always makes a mess out of it.

yandere creeps their hands itches. they want to ruin you so badly. feel the soft skin while they choke you until you can't breath. just for the pleasure of seeing you suffer because of yourself. they just simply can't get enough of you.

can you blame this yandere creeps? they're just so obsessed with you. they're awfully insecure of themselves and they only feel better when they see you suffer and writhe from their own hands.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── A SENSE OF SECURITY

"i'm protecting you."

you scoff at him with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. throwing the hoodie in the couch and the embarrassment seeps through your whole being, remembering the earlier dilemma rin bestowed to you.

"protecting me? are you out of your mind?! that man hadn't done anything to me!"

"yet. a little gratitude from you wouldn't hurt." he quips at you. removing his coat and hangs it.

"gratitude? do you think you deserve it from what you'd done, rin?" your voice raising a bit at him and rin only gives you a side eye glance with a raised brow.

"i sure deserve it, I did it for you and you should be grateful for it. no one but me will ever be able to protect you from harm's way."

"what the fuck you talking about rin? harm? that's it? i sure don't need protecting. i'm a fucking adult rin!" you snapped at him. you can't believe sometimes at rin. his reasonings and outbursts at things are a little over and it ends up hurting you without him realizing.

now, you were being stubborn and as much he don't want to use the word. you were being a bitch but he doesn't say it aloud. he knew how much the word weigh and being the stable and the reasonable one in the relationship, he's going to give you a piece of his mind.

that includes pinning you in the couch. his body hovering above yours and his hand squishing the cheek, putting enough pressure to hear him out.

"you're an adult. a oblivious one. i'm telling you right now. you're the unreasonable one. what would you do if he continued touching you or did you want him to continue? tell me." he firmly says. challenging you and the tone of his voice it was condescending. as if it was telling you, you were the immature one in the relationship and you need from protection in which he thinks.

you can't believe what you were hearing coming from him. staring at those teal-colored eyes of his who swirls with coldness and seriousness that there's no care for you in those gaze of his.

"no." defending yourself from his accusations at you. "why would i like him touching me and..." your words dying out and you can't find yourself to defend your point. mind becoming jumbled and conflicted. you tried to find your voice and with rin looking at you like you were the biggest mistake of his life.

the tears came rolling and it wouldn't stop. his expression seems to soften. you were helpless sometimes and naive. not knowing how many filthy fuckers had tried to make a move for you and you should be glad. you have him. itoshi rin. your boyfriend who would gladly burn the world if it means to protect you.

"i told you so. i'm just protecting you." he coos at you. caressing your cheek with his thumb.

well, he got point. a voice in your head told you. he's right, you were being unreasonable. too oblivious to pick up what things may come to you. be it to bring peace of harm to you and rin was just protecting you. in his own little ways.

"i'm sorry." you began to apologize to him. holding his hand in your cheek. the tears continuously falls and breaking out in sobs.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry.i'm sorry.i'm sorry." you repeated like a broken record. begging for his forgiveness. the tears blurring out your vision.

rin's cold but he's no heartless. deciding you earned his forgiveness. he comforts you that only can him do to you. letting you cry yourself out until it reduces to hiccups and sobs.

pulling you closer to his and placing your head to his chest. wiping the dried tears in your round cheeks. his fingers drawing patterns in your back.

"i'm sorry, rin."

"ssh. it's fine now, okay? you're forgiven."

kissing your forehead and rin's assured. you won't be doing anything to upset him. maybe. just make sure he's around to correct you.

MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIEND

GETO SUGURU X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── established relationship, geto and reader have kids (mimiko and nanako), best friend gojo, fingering,noncon, forced orgasm, dead dove do not eat, talks about cheating, coaxing someone to cheat, gojo's an asshole, alcohol consumption, reader is pregnant, angst, no curses au.

─── next chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ a happy life with your husband suguru and with your twins, what could you wished for, not until your husband's best friend took the form of the green-eyed monster.

the day begin like the previous days. spent in the kitchen where you first do your wife duties and as a parent to your twin girls. the water boiling in the kettle. the rice simmering in the clay pot. the sound of chopping in the wood board, the greens to be used in a balanced meal for your kids and to your husband. it was the mundane life you have chosen, that you and your husband had built for the last years of your lives.

it happened in the blink of an eye. everything happened liked it's just yesterday. meeting suguru through mutual friends and then baam! like an explosion. you're in a home you two built and with twins. some days you would pinch yourself and convince everything's a dream but the cold wedding band nestled in your ring fingers tells you otherwise. you were happy, in this home with suguru. your dear husband.

"a penny for your thoughts?" a large arm wrapping around your belly and a kiss in your cheeks. you hold his arm, leaning in his chest and looking up at him. "just us, suguru." the man behind you hums.

"what about us?" his hands creeping up under your shirt. his nimble fingers untying your apron from your behind. "my wife smiling without me is quite alarming." he mused while his lips grazes the shell of your ear. you let out a breathy laugh.

"can i just be smiling from the thought of you and the twins and how lucky i am to be with you." biting back a moan when his cold hand wanders to your belly. squeezing the flesh that spills in his large hand.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"allow me to show you what i think of you." his hands lowering until it's into your thigh. tapping the skin before his hands making it's way to your mound.

"sugu, the twins will be waking up soon." your knees giving up on you but his strong arms is always there to catch you. "i checked on them and they're off to dreamland. they won't get up for a another hour, so let's have our time." turning off the stove and you submit yourself into him with his fingers ghosting in your puffy folds before plunging into your weepy cunt. a gasp emits from your mouth, leaving your legs trembling. trapping his hand between your plush thighs but nonetheless suguru continued exploring your insides with his fingers. his digits scissoring your soft, spongy walls and curls occasionally leaving you panting for more. grabbing his sleeves to stabilize yourself.

"doing good for me, sweetheart." he whispers, pumping his fingers inside you faster, filling you so deliciously that it leaves you trembling and gasping.

just a little more and you'll be reaching your peak. your insides tightening around his fingers and he knows it all. rubbing the soft, spongy part of your insides. the tingling pleasure spreading throughout your body and upon release, it numbs you for a moment before euphoria explodes in your brain. releasing the endorphins that leaves you satisfied.

when you calmed yourself from the mind numbing orgasm your husband had bestowed upon you, you were lifted up. gently placing you in the cold, marbled top counter of your kitchen.

"guess we have take care of that?" you innocently tease at him, eyeing the bulge straining in his sweatpants. dangerously low that you could see his happy trail peeking through the garment. suguru chuckles and removes his sweatshirt, tossing it into the chair, showing you his defined muscle. lowering his sweatpants, his cock springing free from the confines of it, slapping against in his hard abdomen.

spreading your legs, he immediately slotted himself in between. holding your cheeks in his hands and giving you a tender kiss in your lips. your fingers tangling in his long, black hair as you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss in which he took advantage off. tapping his cock in between your folds. gathering the slick to coat his cock before entering inside you. earning a moan you from the delicious stretch from his long, hard, cock. hitting the spots deep inside you that leaves you whining and moaning for him.

you two stayed like that for awhile until both of you reached your highs. his cum coating your insides before kissing your forehead tenderly. "that's a good morning." he says and you giggle. "good morning, suguru." you say and he kisses you in return. fixing himself up and continuing the left out chores you had to do. "i'll wake the girls." you muttered, taking a shower first before going to your girls bedroom.

it wasn't hard to rouse the girls from their sleep. clinging to you like koalas when you promised they can still sleep a little bit into you. kissing their foreheads and carrying them both downstairs. they're getting heavy and growing so fast. carrying them is going to be a hassle in the next years if they still want to but nonetheless you enjoyed being a mother to both of your twins with your husband. "morning, mama." they both say, sleepily. holding you tighter in their arms.

mimiko and nanako, your twins with suguru and you couldn't be more happier when you're blessed with two little beautiful girls that you call your own. both three and already showing their unique personalities in their own.

seeing you carrying the twins, suguru approached you, kissing the twins in their head with a sleepy good morning, papa before kissing you. taking mimiko in you before settling them both in their respective chairs.

breakfast laid out with the tea and coffee steaming in the cups, the clack of chopstick and the twins happily eating in the table with food in their hands. looking at suguru who have the content expression same as you have. you both began to eat. mornings like this with the twins and your husband. you couldn't be more happier.

"satoru, no more vacations for you?" geto smirks at his best friend who always travel and on the go with his adventures. twenty four/seven on the road but wouldn't missed the family dinner where he can be with his best friend since high school.

settling in the couch in the living room where multiple family pictures decorated the shelves and on the walls. you and geto in your first date at the museum, followed by a wedding picture and a sonogram tucked in the frame. twins.

dark eyes gloomily stares at the pictures and the glasses in the frame reflects on his eyes. before he could drown in thoughts. a ring in the doorbell resonated in the house. he could hear his other friends and with that gojo puts up his infamous happy-go-lucky smile.

the dinner went smoothly, a few jabs in between, reminiscing the days in high school and what's with everybody doing.

"man, this is good." stuffing himself with the freshly baked goods. happily munching on the sweets that is presented in front of him.

geto chuckles at his antics, "how's life going for you, suguru?" gojo asks to his best friend. "good, the girls are growing up fast." he says, holding your hands in the table and giving you a smile which you returned.

gojo raised a brow at you. there's a hint of smugness and a frown while he looks at you, making you slightly shift in your seat. not liking how he look at you.

it's been years since suguru had introduced you to his friend. his partner in crime since high school but you can't still shake the queasiness you felt when gojo's around. maybe it's the way he stares or just him, yet you still like nothing. squeezing suguru's hand for comfort and he would squeeze back. everything's fine, his hold tells you and you believe in it.

after a few sips of wine and a quick goodbye. you two stood in the kitchen. placing back the pots and pans to their designated place. absentmindedly wiping the plates with a deep thought in your mind. suguru notices it.

holding your jaw with his hand you met his purple eyes. striking yet it held gentleness in those gaze. "look at me, is something bothering you?" he asks and you shake your head. fighting the urge if you should tell him or not but you trust him and you know suguru would never judge you.

"i don't know but maybe it's just me. i don't want to talk about gojo, suguru. but...." suguru stays silent, waiting for the next words you will be speaking about his friend.

"does he hate me or something? he seems relaxed with others but to me..." shrugging you can't help but to worry more like you had offended his friend.

holding your cheeks in his palms, you relish in the warmth in his hands instantly making your worries melt but still dread doesn't leave you.

"i know satoru, he can be quite unpredictable but we've been best buddies for years and he can be seen as a entitled brat to everyone. judging would fit but that's the way he is. don't worry about him, okay?" pressing a sweet kiss in your lips and you nod. returning the kiss with such want, suguru held you in his arms. "don't worry about him." kissing your knuckles and with that, you lost yourself in his kisses.

and yet, you still find yourself in his stares. every time you look in the sea of the crowd he's sight is in yours. even the women flocking in his side while he takes a sip of champagne.

suguru takes your worries away temporarily, holding your hips. making sure you felt safe in his hold which he never fails at doing so. "i'm here." he whispers which made you giggle and suguru takes that laugh of yours. pressing a kiss in the middle of the crowd. looking at gojo, who smiles at him. raising his tinted glasses to show his blue eyes. acknowledging his bestfriend before darting his sight to you briefly.

gojo understands at some point he and suguru would go in their own separate ways. he had his way and suguru have his. you and the twins his best friend dearly loves but he can't help the feeling that gnaws inside him.

for a man like him, he holds the world in his hands, one would say the universe but he can't still fill the hole in his heart. wanting and needing for something, for someone. seeing his friend so happy, so contented, he pales in comparison. his life served in a silver platter.

maybe, he can drown himself in sorrow with women tonight. chuckling what's the difference? he always had it.

humming to yourself, you watched your reflection in the mirror. dressed in your night clothes. closing the bathroom and going to your girls bedroom, kissing them goodnight. you and suguru would do this but he needs to run some errands for his work today but you understand. you will just wait on him and maybe indulge with some good book.

a knock in the door could he heard, brushing your clothes off. you went to open the door. not expecting someone at this hour with the exception of your husband.

"sugu—" the words died down in your throat when you see gojo at your doorstep. clothes disheveled and he reeks of some expensive alcohol he consumed. you heard stories from suguru that gojo's a lightweight when it comes to drinking. raising a hand to wave at you, "ohhh, (y/n)-chan." a drunken greeting you first heard and the way you he calls you. before stumbling forward when you catched him. assisting him in placing him in the couch.

"satoru, you're drunk. stay here please." he only waves his hand, signalling he's fine and leans down his head to the back of the couch. you went to your kitchen grabbing a mug to brew your husband's friend some coffee for him to sober up.

you didn't notice him standing up and following you. draping his long arms around you when you grabbed the mug in one of the cupboards. his breath tickling your nape, raising goosebumps all over your body.

upon the contact, you pushed him away. dropping the mug in an instant. watching it slowly breaks into tiny pieces. your mind in frenzied, body alarmed. you don't want the twins to wake up, not with gojo in your house.

"come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?" he coos at you but you took a step backwards. he steps forward, stepping on the shards of the mug beneath his shoes.

"suguru will be home soon, you should go now."

"not for an another hour." he says, groaning and removing his glasses. his blue eyes shimmering and he's staring at you like you were a prey ready to be devoured.

your back hit the wall and you were cornered. holding your shoulders in his tight grip with adrenaline running in your veins. your hand came into contact to his cheek. "don't you touch me." you warned and that seems to sober him up.

"you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free.." he began to say, rubbing the spot where you slapped him, chuckling. holding his glasses in his finger.

"then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you and then he's married to you and heck, you even gave him twins." he said, as if mocking you. that you were the one who ruined suguru's life but it's the opposite he's jealous what suguru have. you and a loving family he can call his own.

"i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?" speaking the facts and he can't bite the jealousy bubbling in his chest.

you remained frozen, acting brave in front of him. looking at your phone resting in your counter. continuing his rants. you let him babble out his jealousy and you went to grab your phone but you were stopped by him.

"i'm not finished, (y/n)."

"i said don't touch me!" pulling your hand away from him but he seems to grip it harder.

"i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it." he confesses.

"satoru! please, the twins are sleeping upstairs!" panicking at what he's about to do. not concerning about your safety but your girls whose sleeping soundly. you don't want harm coming to them.

gojo scowls at that but seeing you on the verge of tears made his pants tighten. he went to touch your soft belly. "suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you." holding your round cheek in his palm. recoiling away from his touch and you avoid his gaze. taking a breathe. hoping or somehow he will stop his delusions.

with all your strength, you shoved him. in his sober state, his grip on you loosened. making a beeline upstairs to escape him but even in his state, gojo manage to catch up to you. holding the back of your nightie which tears from the force of you running and his incredible strength, making you trip on the floor, in which latter took advantage of.

grabbing your shoulders to roll you in your back and straddles himself with your body. his shin on your thighs and holding your arms in the most bruising way.

you began thrashing around him. squirming. it proves to be useless against his strength. they're best friends and they way gojo holds you with his strength reminds you of your husband.

"me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?" he taunts you, leaning forward to kiss you which ends up kissing your cheek when you turned your face to the side.

"i said, stop it! i'm with child!" you screamed and that stops him. his eyes widening and his grip loosens. you couldn't stop the tears falling from your eyes. your breath getting shallow in which gojo removes himself from you.

sitting down besides you, with gojo gone in top of you. you brought your hand to your mouth. muffling the sound of your cries, holding your stomach while you turn your body to the side.

gojo sat there motionless, twirling his bangs in his fingers. stares at your trembling form. hearing your sobs from what he have done. your back exposed from the teared up nightie. the strap falling into your shoulder and your thighs exposed from the nightie riding up. fuck, you're so pretty, he can't himself but to be drawn to you.

he finally understands why suguru couldn't bring himself to cheat on you. no matter how he sweet talks him in taking a break from you. indulge himself with something new and bring back the thrill they once used to but suguru only tells him no, only lighting a cigarette. a habit he only does when you're not around and the kids.

"i convince suguru to cheat on you, everytime we hang out. introduce him to women." he talks to you. telling of you one of the many attempts he made to suguru just to betray you. "and i understand where he's coming from with his reasonings. seeing you made me realize things. suguru have you. you provided him a home, you gave him children, you made him happy..." you didn't listen at him. you were so sick to your stomach that suguru's best friend would do this to you out of jealousy.

"and here you are, carrying his child once again." he finishes his sentence. the damage been done and gojo doesn't care if you're pregnant or not. he will have a taste of what's been his best friend have been indulging.

he will lost suguru after this but at least he tasted you.

you think you're done with the hell gojo places you but his cold hands grabs you. forcing you to spread your legs wide and slots himself between you. your pleas fell into deaf ears. his hands holding your arms once again.

his thick, length sliding inside of you. no mercy and for him, the wetness your fat pussy is a sign that you're ready to take him and with that he mercilessly sinks into you. groaning at the warmth of your walls enveloping him. watches as your eyes spills more tears from him. biting your lips until you can feel in your tongue the metallic taste of your blood.

you couldn't hide the shame. the moans spilling into your mouth while being impaled by your husband's best friend's cock. his fingers digging into the plushness of your waist. entertains himself from the way your stomach jiggles from the pounding.

you never hated blue more than ever. hearing him speak about how he tried suguru to betray and you were glad suguru didn't listen to him but as a wife, being defiled by gojo. you feel ashamed of how your body responds from gojo's treatment to you.

you were betraying your husband. you vowed in the day since you married suguru, that only him is deserving of you. making yourself the wife he deserves too. your lips, only he can kiss it. your body, only him for to touch, to worship. your thoughts will only be filled by him and your womb is to only carry his children.

you hate yourself when you reach the pleasure coming from him and not from your husband. who treated, made you feel so loved and cherished. not be treated some whore by his loathsome friend who speaks for his dick.

your tears blurring your vision as you look upsidedown in the stairs. hoping and wishing your children wasn't awaken from the filth your husband calls a friend. your tears got heavy when you feel him spill his cum inside you. defiling your insides with suguru's child growing inside you.

how could you face suguru with this. your husband who has done nothing but to love you wholeheartedly.

gojo pulls himself out, watching his cum escape your hole. satisfied and no guilt of what he had done to you but a gut-twisting feeling inside him eats him.

you went to sit, pressing yourself to the wall. the tears drops like rain in your floor. in your home with suguru. you watch him grabbed your nightie. fixing you up but you didn't feel anything but disgust and hatred for him.

"get out!" you shout at him in a volume only him he can hear. he went to touch you but you slap his hands away from you. in your wobbly legs, you stand with all your strength. throwing a fist at him. you don't care if you trip again. he lets you punch him but it's feels like nothing to him.

your legs gave up, making you kneel. he left you in that state. the guilt finally settling down on him. he ruined you.

closing the door behind him, he can hear the sobs, with that he left.

kneeling, your body leans forward. holding your arms. scratching and holding them in a tight grip. crying your heart out from what he had done to you. what feels like minutes, feels like an eternity.

you went to shower. let the warm water runs all over your body. wishing that it will wash away the dirt he wiped to you. watching rivulets of water drain in the sink. rub your skin until it's raw. after that, you change into your hoodie. one that you only wear when suguru's away from you.

you went to your girls room, watching them sleep. you need to be strong for them but still you can't stop the tears falling from your eyes, watching them sleep innocently. clutching your belly, you apologized to your unborn child. i'm sorry. you repeated it many times.

you don't have the strength to face your husband tonight. sleeping in your twin's bed will be much a better option. you settled beside nanako. the bed dips and that seems to awake her and she noticed you awaking mimiko in the process. her voice sleepy when she speaks to you. noticing the sniffles coming from you.

"are you crying, mama?" she whispers, her eyes heavy from sleep.

"no." you lied.

"that's okay, mama. mimiko and i are here for you." nanako comforts you and you bursted in tears. hugging them both closer to you and they settled in you. their tiny hands holding your hoodie. kissing their hair, you have them. tired and dried up from the tears. your eyelids feel heavy but it doesn't let you forget the blues in his eyes. the last tear rolls in your cheek.

with the last minutes remaining, you only wished for one thing, what gojo had done to you, your husband's best friend is only a nightmare.

S E N D R E Q U E S T

based on this thirst post by my lovely mootie-patotie @bimbosandbubbles

they're mean and brooding. looking down at you with a snarl in their lips. scoffing with a insult in the end of their tongue. he won't ever like you and consider yourself lucky for being noticed by someone like him. he knows it. you should be grateful of being given the time by him.

what you didn't know his dick's chaffed from jerking from it. wasted his seed that it spilled between the gaps of his fingers as it drips on the floor when it should be planted deep inside you, cause a slut like you would want his babies.

you should be folded in half. let his rough and calloused hands run over your supple flesh. your tummy rolls squished while his hot cum is covering your tummy. stuff your fat, greedy cunt with his seed until it's spills from your hole.

your face should be covered too. that's why he forces you to kneel. his hands gripping your hair while he jerks himself off. pumping his cock at such speed. you make him so hard when you gaze at him with those innocent eyes of yours. fuck, he love the tears on your eyes, got his cock aching so hard. he also knows your sopping wet in your panties. slaps his long cock in your cheek. make that noise of whining.

and when he's the verge of cumming he's grabbing your fuller cheeks roughly. watch as his dick leaks beads of his pre-cum. a sign of his impending orgasm. gripping his hard dick in his hand and pumps it faster. he makes sure to release his load in front of you and with a groan he's smearing your face with his thick, hot, white cum.

swipes his essence with his thumb and makes you suck and taste his cum. you can taste the bitterness salty of it in your tongue. that's right, just like it. leaning forward to tell you he's not done. looking at you with his dark eyes blown with lust. hunger swirling in those hues of his eyes.

his dick hardening once again and he's going to put a good use of your filthy mouth before bullying his huge cock and stuffing you full of his cum in your fat pussy until you can't take it no more.

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀, 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢, 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬, 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢, 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐆𝐎, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮, 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈, [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.]

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── A FAMILY WITH YOU

life was going well for osamu.

after high school and establishing his onigiri business, food is his passion after all then it comes to marrying his high school sweetheart, you.

married for five years and counting. marriage life is sweet and dandy with a few rocks in the road and osamu knew that it's part of marrying the person he loves and every married couples had been on that road before but there's something else that he craves for. a family with you.

he knew it will come sooner or later. respecting the decision you were still not ready and the shop needs another hand in managing it which he understands but still.

osamu who got that kind smile whenever a kid would delightfully eat the onigiri he made which he's proud of and ruffles the hair of the kid who tell him personally that it was delicious. it always is.

osamu imagines it, a mini version of him or you. possibly both. gazing behind at you in the counter where you placed the orders in their respective tables. smiling at the little kid seated between their parents and cooing at the toddler who has been making grabby hands at you. motherhood suits you best.

osamu can wait. he can wait. that what he tells to himself.

the resolution flew out of the window the moment he got you folded underneath him.

your legs tucked between your chest and his while you creamed for the nth time at that night.

"just wan' you to make me a daddy..."

he tell you while his hips snaps brutally against yours making you cry out. your nails digging crescents in his back. sheen of sweat coating you both while he whispers all the things he wants to do with you.

"you goin' to be a good mama, don't you?"

"i know you will. so good to me, baby. fuck."

the bed creaks while he kept repeating those phrases. his heavy balls slapping against your ass the more he pounds into you. the desperation of filling you up and making him a daddy taking a toll on him. like a man possessed with the desire of feeling the joy of having a family with you.

his daydreams and dreams filled with your round tummy. breasts heavy with milk. wide hips so lush and stretch marks decorating them. he would be with you in every steps of your pregnancy. watch your baby suckles in your breasts. milk leaking out and he'll have a taste of it.

"samuuu...." you moaned out while his huge cock fills you up. your legs burning into numbness while he fucks the living daylights out of you. your tummy squished into folds and you don't know if you can feel still your pussy anymore from being pounded roughly by your husband.

"you will going to be my baby mama, right?"

you can only nod with tears in your eyes, too drunk in the pleasure of getting fucked roughly. there's a another wave of pleasure rolling inside you.

osamu kissed you roughly when you nodded. he can't wait to have a baby in your arms and a toddler behind his head. gripping his hair with drool dripping at him while it excitedly points at something and happily garbling in his gibberish words.

that topples osamu to his pleasure. buried to the hilt, his balls slaps to your ass while you milked him for all he's worth and filling you up with copious amounts of his cum that will surely knock you up in no time.

there will no positive pregnancy test soon but osamu will surely enjoy the process of baby-making with you. making sure you're stuffed full of his cum every night.