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Satoru moaned, covering his mouth, as Utahime took his cock deeper into her mouth. He slid his hand in her hair, guiding the bobbing of her head, as she took more of him down her throat. Her moans made it even harder to keep quiet as he pushed his cock, making her gag. He knew she loved it when he took control and fucked her mouth to chase his pleasure. But this morning, he liked the languid pace, how her tongue felt on his skin.
The sun was barely rising, the morning breeze chilling their bedroom, but to his feverish skin, everything felt hot. Utahime slid his cock out of her mouth and kissed the head, licking his precum, making him moan. She straddled him, and both sighed as she sank on his erection, filling herself in one go. He sat up, scooting against the headboard, his back slightly hurting as he rested against the plush head, Utahime rolling her hips slowly, eyes closed, enjoying him.
One hand in her hair, he forced her head down and kissed her, swallowing her moans and sighs of pleasure, his other hand tight on her hip, holding her, tethering himself to her body. He could hear the beds creak upstairs, and she did too, as she fucked herself steadily, trying to get off. They had mastered the art of fucking, both knowing what made the other orgasm. Pinching her nipple harshly while flicking her clit, Utahime came on him, and he followed, pushing deeper inside of her.
He still felt the need to breed her, to see her full of his sperm, the ultimate proof that he was hers only.
“Papa?”
Utahime giggled as she fell on his chest, scooting closer to him, his cock slipping out, his cum dribbling down his body. They could hear the little steps in the corridor, the meandering through the house. Their home was waking up, life soaring up all at once. Satoru grabbed his t-shirt and wiped it clean before kissing his wife, as she rested next to him.
“Go take a shower, love,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “If you’re still tired afterwards, you can sleep some more. I told the kids I would take them to the farmer’s market this morning.”
She nodded, stretching lazily. He smiled, looking at her, feeling hungry again. He remembered her lean body, toned and firm and how much he had loved holding her small waist in between his hands. But her current body, full of soft curves and plump skin, made him even hungrier. His love for Utahime hadn’t changed a bit, and his desire was still as strong as ever. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it, moaning at the memory of them full of milk.
“I should fuck you full until you’re pregnant with my child again.”
Pushing two fingers inside her wet heat, he fucked his cum back hurriedly, her moans unstoppable as she bit her forearm, all their children awake now. She came with a soft gasp and kissed him, sucking on his tongue greedily.
“Megumi can make breakfast,” he whispered, carrying her to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bathtub as he prepared a bath, hot water running. They showered quickly before entering the water, Utahime settling against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder as she looked at him with heavy eyes.
“You’re too late, by the way…”
“What do you mean?” he asked, playing with her breasts. “Did they get bigger?” he added, weighing them in his hands. “Oh…”
“You’re so dense sometimes,” she laughed, as he slid his hands down, settling on her stomach.
“Megumi will probably choose the name again.”
“I like Shinji and Misato,” she shrugged. “I know you do too.”
“This one is going to even things out or make it worse, you know?” laughed Satoru. “We’ll be five boys, or you’ll be four girls. Or we can make one more to settle things.”
“That’s a terrible plan, Satoru. The doctor said I needed to be careful, I’m not that young anymore…”
“You’re still young as fuck. But I’ll take care of you. I’ll take some time off work.”
“Kento can take over, right? Isn’t it going to be too much for him?”
“Nah, he loves this shit. He acts all grumpy with his ‘I don’t like being a teacher’, but he loves it. He’ll be happy for us.”
“I love you, Satoru,” sighed Utahime, closing her eyes and letting his heartbeat lull her to sleep.
“I love you too, Utahime. Thanks for making me the luckiest man on Earth.”
He kissed Misato’s dark curls as she ate her pancakes, chocolate all over her face. Then, Shinji raised his arms for his usual morning hug, their routine since forever, even more important now that he was at school. He remembered how anxious he felt the night before, telling Utahime how he was scared that his little boy was growing up too fast and would soon forget him. But at 7, Shinji was still very much attached to his father. He hugged Megumi too, the young man on a school break, studying literature at university.
Misato, his small daughter, came down from her chair and sat on his lap. Even if Shinji loved his dad and looked like him with the white hair and same charming smile, he was his mother’s son, brown eyes echoing each other, both of them having a bond that couldn’t be severed, just like Megumi had with Utahime. But Misato was her daddy’s little girl, with her piercing blue eyes and thick dark hair, her mom’s attitude all over her. She was Utahime’s double, personality-wise, but loved her dad more than anything.
“Yuta and Maki are coming to dinner tonight. Is Nobara coming too?” asked Satoru, devouring his pancakes, Misato on his lap.
“And Uncle Yuji needs to come!” shouted Shinji happily.
“Is he my friend or yours?” asked Megumi, smiling at his brother. “And yes, they’re both coming. Tsumiki, too, has the day off.”
“Can I cook with you, papa?” asked Misato, grabbing his cheeks.
“Sure, baby. We should go to the market. Still want to come, Shinji?”
“Yes! Gumi and I have an idea for the dessert!”
Utahime looked at the screen, her doctor asking her various questions about her state and well-being while setting up the monitor. Despite two pregnancies, the squirt of cold jelly on her stomach still made her jump a little, goosebumps covering her arms. The soft sound of her child’s beating heart filled the room, as strong as the other two. Despite the troubled pregnancy with Shinji, they had tried again, happy and married, and Misato had joined their family.
This little one hadn’t been planned. She had stopped taking the pill because of the effects on her body, and they had decided against condoms. If she happened to be pregnant, then so be it, they had agreed. But neither of them had expected a sixth child.
“Do you want to know the sex of the baby?”
“Can I have it in an envelope? I want to make a surprise for my husband.”
Utahime went directly to the bakery and decided on a chocolate cake. The owners had their child in the same school as her son, and the cake was ready in the late afternoon, ready for the party.
“Mama came with a cake!” yelled Misato, grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen.
“That’s a special cake for your father. Don’t spoil the surprise,” whispered Utahime, following her child and gasping as she saw the state of her kitchen.
“We’ll clean up, Uta!” cried out Megumi, looking worried.
“Where’s Satoru?” she asked, with a sigh.
“He went to pick up Maki and Yuta,” answered Shinji, licking a bowl.
“Misato, come, we’ll prepare the guest bedroom…”
“Yuji is staying here too,” cringed Megumi. “And Nobara. And Tsumiki.”
“Can you share with Yuji? And Nobara will share the room with Tsumiki.”
“Sure, Uta.”
“I think Yuji and Nobara would like to share a room,” laughed Shinji, winking at Megumi.
“Never do that again. You look too much like your father like that. Come, baby.”
Satoru wondered if everything was a dream. Maybe he was dead, and this was his Heaven. Yuta, his first son, was getting married, Maki was showing her ring to everyone, and Misato and Nobara were already making plans for the wedding. Tsumiki was getting promoted at work, Megumi was the first of his class, and the last two, his babies, were growing happily, making him a better man.
He looked at everyone around the table, Nanami chatting with Shinji about a sleepover with Yuji and Megumi, to watch “The Lord of the Rings”, Megumi brushing Misato’s hair as she spoke about the kind of dress she wanted for the wedding. And finally, Utahime, the love of his life, was listening to Tsumiki and Maki talk, her head held in her hand. Feeling a rush of love and affection, Satoru leaned over and hugged his wife, mindful of her belly yet still crushing her against his chest.
“I have a surprise for you…” she whispered, winking at him.
“Nice lingerie?”
“Pervert,” she laughed, kissing his nose.
He dove right to her mouth, stopping the kiss when Megumi threw his napkin at him. Smiling, he kept snuggling Utahime, nuzzling her neck, whispering sweet nothings that only she could hear.
“Why is there pink cream inside the cake?” screamed Yuji from the kitchen.
All eyes settled on Utahime and him, Yuji coming out of the kitchen with whipped cream on his lips.
“The cake is really good, Uta!”
“Yuji,” sighed Nanami, taking off his glasses.
“How the fuck can you still have children?” asked Nobara, shocked. “He’s old as fuck!”
“First, how dare you?” asked Satoru, gasping. “Second, I’m not even in my forties! That dude from Twilight had a child at like, 300 years old.”
“I didn’t know old people had sex,” added Yuji, looking at them. “Like… Ew.”
“We’re going to have a little sister?” smiled Yuta, looking at Megumi.
“I’m going to be the best big sister, mama! Can we buy her ribbons and dresses already?”
“Megumi needs to choose a name, too!” cried out Shinji, looking at his big brother.
Utahime sighed and looked at her husband with a resigned look.
“Surprise, I guess…”
“Hime…” Satoru choked, his eyes full of tears. “It couldn’t have been better. With all our kids and friends…”
“I love you, my love,” she smiled, cupping his cheek.
Satoru only nodded, closing his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Best one-night stand of my life,” he sobbed, as Utahime slapped his chest.