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Yuuji looked around as they entered the fancy restaurant. The waiter walked them to the secluded back where music played softly and the bubbling of a nearby fish tank tickled his ears. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken us here before Satoru.” Yuuji playfully chided his husband. It’d been a few weeks since they’d gone on a date or done anything romantic, Gojo just seemed so tired lately, brushing off any attempts at intimacy, forgetting the lunches Yuuji packed for him, blowing off dinners so he could go out to drink with his work colleagues, or so he said.
“Right… Sorry Peach. I think you’ll like it though. I brought my secretary for lunch the other day and she loved it.” Gojo hummed, smiling at the waiter who poured their wine after they sat down. The waiter winked and made Yuuji blush as he pulled the omega’s chair out for him when it was clear Gojo’s chivalry was dead.
“Oh… You didn’t tell me about that.” Yuuji said softly, trying not to let his tummy knot in jealousy.
“It’s not a big deal. Honestly.”
Yuuji could only nod as he looked at the menu, finding something he thought sounded yummy and placing it down to wait, about to open his mouth to talk with his husband, his alpha of nearly 12 years, only to find the man grinning at his phone, completely ignoring Yuuji.
That’s how it went for the rest of dinner. Yuuji would try frustratingly to pick up a conversation, and Satoru would respond in gruff or one-word responses until Yuuji just stopped trying. The omega was honestly a little tipsy by the time dessert was brought out, nearly startling when Gojo reached out and grabbed his hand, thumbing over his gleaming wedding rings.
“Darling… I think we both know we’ve been struggling for a while now.”
“Satoru… W-We have?”
“Sshh, just listen. I love you Yuuji Gojo, and I miss what we had. I think… I think we should open our relationship. However you’d like, don’t ask don’t tell, or we can talk about everything. I just don’t want to lose the spark.”
Yuuji paused, his world freezing. It became clear he had very limited options… Say no, and Satoru cheats or divorces him. Or agree and be complacent with the fact that his husband was sleeping with others.
“I… I don’t think I’d want to know.” Yuuji swallowed, blinking back tears. “Nothing in our home, in our bed Satoru.”
“No, of course, I’d never bring another to your nest Yuuji.” Gojo shook his head, and Yuuji watched the alpha’s shoulders seem to float, his demeanor nearly glowing. “So… That’s a yes?”
“For now… I-If I can’t handle this… No more Satoru.”
“Of course Peach, you’re my number one, you’ll always come first.”
Yuuji nodded and looked down at his lap, pushing his dessert away, his appetite is gone completely. “Can we go home?”
“Of course.”
For the first time in weeks, they made love, and Yuuji forced himself to pretend he was the only one Gojo was thinking about when he sunk his knot into his waiting pussy.
The next day Yuuji found himself curled up on Nobara’s couch, the beta wrapped around him, rubbing his back as he sobbed, Megumi on his other side stepping in and setting hot tea on the table and frowning at the scene.
“So wait… You’re telling me that bastard… No, no… What a stupid motherfucker.” Megumi growled his inner alpha rioting that the one who managed to win his long-time crush had any plans to do anything other than cherishing the one he had.
“What am I going to do? If I say no he’ll leave me, or cheat. A-And if I go along with it. What if I smell them… W-What if he falls in love with someone else?” Yuuji sniffled into his tissue.
“Well…” Nobara looked up at Fushiguro. “Who says you can’t even the playing field?”
“N-No… I couldn’t do that. I love him. He’s the only one for me.”
But time could change his mind…
It’d been three months since that dinner and Gojo had been… Well… Off his game. The flirting he’d thought he’d picked up from his secretary was just that… flirting, she wanted nothing to do with him. She’d put in her resignation and looked at him in disgust as he stroked his wedding ring.
Trying to hit up his ex and Suguru hung up on him after cursing him out for being a shitty alpha. After three more failed attempts at a club, he had to face the music. Satoru Gojo had lost his charm. Expecting to go home and find his wife curled on the couch, maybe some ice cream or wine while he watched a cheesy movie, ready for some prime cuddling while he stroked his alpha’s bruised ego.
Except when he got home, as he was unlocking their front door, another car pulled up on the street. Three figures stepped out. A tall alpha clad in Armani with a spiky black head of hair, and another huge bastard with slicked back pink locks. The dress shirt was half undone, and Gojo recognized that, he could remember how handsy his omega could get. And pressed between them was his giggling wife in a slink black dress that left little to the imagination.
Two frankly filthy kisses were placed on his lips as hands wandered over his sides and even up his skirt, flashing the tops of his garters and the lace of his thong. After what felt like a millennium they pulled away leaving Yuuji to stumble with a noticeable limp to their front door.
“Oh, Satoru! You’re home late.” Yuuji hummed, following his husband inside, sighing as he kicked off his heels. The red bottoms Gojo got him on an anniversary.
“Could say the same to you. Who were they?”
“Hmm? Oh, just uh… Some friends.” His cheeks went bright red and he moved toward the back of the house. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”
Gojo was left frozen in their foyer, wincing at the unmistakable pearly drop rolling down his omega's thigh as he climbed the stairs. Satoru may have lost his edge… But clearly, Yuuji didn’t.