I was giggling, kicking my feet and chugging water to flush down the sugar overdose this chapter gave me. What a breath of fresh air. IM ALSO CRYING at his addiction to the daddy and me blog. You already know he types at least three questions a day alongside a text to Shoko just to make sure he’s making the right decision.
Yuri really tried it this is so embarrassing for her I had to put my phone down. She genuinely thought she was special but Satoru showed her she was just like everyone else he had at the end of his gun barrel, disposable. 🤭 She finally fucked around and found out because she thought she could compete with Y/N. Hopefully she fucks off and licks her wounds away from them forever 🤭 For a minute I was scared she might’ve actually done something when she told Y/N she had access to his room (Satoru you dingus how do you not realize why Y/N was upset 😭) but I’m so glad they talked it out. I love watching them grow and communicate with each other more.
I’m glad that Y/N was able to see the more human side of Satoru. I totally get why her walls are up and I don’t blame her for it. Having Satoru’s most trusted person tell her the truth of what happened when Gojo himself could’ve played the sympathy card to get her to stay? Gojo has shown he’ll do anything to keep her by his side before Keisuke was born but he’s genuinely trying to put her and Keisuke first and it shows, so maybe this will help her make her decision.
I don’t know what the endgame is, but regardless of the ending which I believe is the next chapter, I’m super happy I got to experience this story in its entirety. Hoping the best for our characters and their baby (except for you Yuri, you can choke).
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR FEEDING US especially with the fluff (all of the fics I’m keeping up with have been so angsty recently so this is genuinely really nice to treat myself with and I’ll probably do some rereads because I loved it that much), I hope life is treating you well and no matter what the ending, this is your story and it’ll go the way you intended it. And I’ll love it regardless 🥰 can’t get rid of me that easy sorry! Thank you for sharing your work with us 🥰
P.S unhinged Gojo was so fine 🥴 if Y/N doesn’t want him I’ll gladly take her spot
He has a prime subscription to that blog! He is scared to make even the smallest mistakes as a father and husband.
Gojo didn't want to seem weak in front of her. He wanted to show her that he is strong enough to be by her side and deep down he wants to keep y/n and Keisuke away from all the bad parts of his life. Y/n is also starting to open up and communicate more. Especially after hearing about his past from Jerry.
Yuri got what she deserved. Bold of her to assume that she was anywhere near as important as y/n.
Unhinged gojo lives rent free in my mind!!! We love him and we protect him at all cost ✨
I hope you're good and happy. I always always look forward to your message after every part I post. Get rid of you? No no no no. I want to know what you think of the latest part and story as whole and I am so thankful for your support 💞 love you 💖
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Where is dilf!aomine at??? I’m trying to get flown out🥴
umm yesss
cw: pool sex, creampie, aomine being aomine
@seyawrld @dejwrites come look besties
Dilf!Aomine who has too much time on his hands nowadays. With all his children set off onto the paths of their own lives, he had his eyes primed on you more than ever. He became obsessed with every fiber of your being, either bouncing atop his now rounded thighs or slotted beneath his softened frame. Why, Aomine loved you, his precious wife who carried every single child he sought for on the whim.
The least he could do was treat you to a trip.
“Well…aren’t you gonna say something?” Aomine croaks, shifting his azure hues about your gaping expression. Yet, the words couldn’t begin to form, not with the gorgeous sight before you.
All you asked of Aomine was to take a trip someplace new. What you didn’t expect was to be halfway across the world standing inside the island’s secluded villa. With just enough space to accommodate the both of you,
“Look, Baby! There’s a pool outside!” you giggled, latching onto Aomine’s hand. You tugged him outdoors, slipping past the glass door. Paired with the bleeding hues of pinks, oranges, yellows, and violets, the reflective pool of water mirrored the setting sun, creating the utmost perfect atmosphere for your dormant desires.
“It’s just gorgeous!” you beamed, parting from Aomine’s side. He hung back rather to watch your every move, wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue. From years upon years, Amoine knew that there was something always up your sleeve, a sinful trait picked up from yours truly.
“Wait! Aren’t you gonna change first?” Aomine yelped, his cheeks swarmed by the flushing heat. He watched as your chrome sundress slipped from over your head, followed by the matching lacy brown set adorning your body. Turning back to meet the stunned gaze of Aomine, you wheedled a single finger in the air, coaxing him to join your side.
“C’mon, there’s no one around for miles. When was the last time we went for a swim together?” you suggested with a toothy grin. Aomine held his breath for the moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew all too well than to give in to your whims but then again, he never could say no to you.
He joined you in the pool, tossing aside the navy polo, the tanned slacks, and briefs from his body. The water hugged Aomine’s skin, encircling him in a tepid embrace. Resting along the cool tile, Aomine stood on the opposing side of the pool, his husky arms laid across the concrete rim.
“Well, aren’t you gonna come next to me?” Aomine groaned, tilting his chin towards you. You shrugged your shoulders, playing coy as he spoke. “Maybe I want you to come over here, Daiki, it’ll be worth the three measly steps,” you sarcastically giggled, a faux pout forming onto your plump lips.
“Fine, stay on your side, we both know what’s gonna happen. No need to rush,” Aomine deduced uncaringly.
You swiftly scanned over your husband’s body carefully. From his broad shoulders, the taunting arm muscles dressed with water droplets, the prominent veins circling his forearms to the back of his hands. Even the way his well-sculpted chest slowly rose with an intake of air kept you in such a trance until his voice pulled you back into reality.
“Like what you see? It’s all for you anyways,” Aomine chuckled softly, pushing back a few stray strands of his azure locks. His sights flickered about your body, lust blooming within his navy imbues. You crossed your arms over your chest dramatically with a huff, “I know it’s all for me, and sure it’s alright, nothing to talk about.”
“Tch, such a brat,” he mumbled to himself as Aomine slid over in front of you. “You can go back over there babe,” you pointed towards with a head tilt. Aomine brought his face to hover above your own, his thick digits gently bracing your jaw.
“And you can drop your attitude. See, we both have things to do, Princess,” his voice purred into your ear. Aomine’s eyes were filled with an ardor you’d never seen before. The look tantalized you, an aching sensation growing deep inside.
“Make me drop the attitude then,” you grinned at the man, aware of what was to follow. Aomine pinned you against the slippery wall, entrapping you underneath his hunkering figure. “Aw, my poor baby, gonna regret testing me,” Aomine cooed before pressing a messy kiss onto your lips. Your arms slung around his neck, pulling him towards you. His hand flew down into warm water, prying your thighs apart from their tight hold.
His finger trailed between your wet folds, only to tease your fluttering slit. “Aomine, please don’t tease me,” you whimpered, pulling away from the kiss. Aomine pressed one more kiss on your gaped lips before drawing his hand back from between your legs completely.
“That’s cute but brats don’t get a choice. Turn around for me won’t you, Baby?”
You quickly followed through with Aomine’s request, your ass pressed firmly against his pelvis. “Let’s try something new, since you wanted to have the best time tonight right?” He deviously sneered from behind you. Aomine took hold of your forearms, tacking them down along the curve of your back. “Alright, do it yourself.” You laggardly shifted your sights back to him, confusion rooting itself into your thoughts “Do what exactly?”
“Fuck yourself. I just wanna see what you would do without me around.”
The demand sent a shiver down your spine, but you were more concerned with pleasing yourself than anything. With a free hand, Aomine aligned himself with your convulsing entrance, the anticipation burning within you. The nipping of his swollen tip forced the pit of arousal to overflow, your feet resting onto the balls of your manicured toes. Without warning, a low groan left from Aomine’s throat as he slowly filled your cunt, your walls submitting to the sheer girth.
Your mind was sent afloat, thoughts hazy and unclear what dribble would be produced. “It’s all you, Honey. Make me proud, alright?” he shuddered into the crook of your neck, readjusting his hold of your forearms.
You nodded innocently to Aomine’s weak encouragement, carefully drawing your hips forward. A faint sensation brewing in the pit of your stomach, mixed the unease of embarrassment. The feeling of embarrassment soon passed as you pushed back against Aomine, the surrounding water stirring around you.
He admired the ripples that passed through the swell of your ass, crashing against his thighs. Your velvety walls that once clenched around him soon loosened, allowing for you to glide across his shaft with such ease. The sounds of Aomine's strained moans and whimpers blending in with your own only added confidence in your abilities.
Unexpectedly, his hand trailed up to your throat, his slender digits wrapping around the skin gently. He pulled you closer towards him, a devilish grin on full display. “I wish you could see what I’m seeing, my wife’s such a slut and I love it,” Aomine praised, placing another sloppy kiss onto your lips. The euphoric sensation overtook your entire body, relishing in the impending orgasm hinging over your core.
Seemingly eager to experience the intoxicating ecstasy, Aomine took to driving himself into you, reclaiming what sliver of control you once had with each stroke. He pried his lips from yours, leaving a new trail of kisses along the skin of your jawline. “Don’t you dare stop now, I’m sure you’re getting close,” he whispered softly into your ear.
At the deep groveling of Aomine’s tone, your stomach was thrown into a relentless spasm. With his heaving chest fitted into your shivering spine, the heavy shrouds of both your and Aomine’s pants dressed your bare skin, the fleeting bits of energy guiding your aching hips to their desired high.
“Please don’t stop Aomine, I–“ you began to cry out, your walls seizing him in place. A wave of release consumed you whole, even holding Aomine hostage in its wake as the thick robes of white filled your womb.
A lengthy wail laced with passion left Aomine’s lips as he reached his end, both your chest desperately searching for air to flood your lungs. You leaned back to meet his foggy gaze, a sweet smile placed on your lips.
“Aomine?” You chirped innocently. You earned a wearing “hm” from him, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
“Can we go again?”
“Hell yes we can!”
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