hello! i really enjoyed the drabble of hakari getting his s/o from the kamo clan pregnant. is it okay for me to request for them set before their baby’s birth? like a fluff of just them cuddling and is also midly suggestive, reader is perched on his lap and keeps on peppering tiny kisses everywhere on his face down to his stubble and neck?
thank you so much! i’ve been perusing your blog ever since i stumbled upon it and i love your kashimo and his reincarnated wife series very much ♥️
Cuddles for Hakari’s pregnant girl (っ˶ ˘ ᵕ˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶ς) 18+, minors dni cw: fluff, suggestive, language, chubby!reader, insecure!reader note: (post being referred to here.) hii, thank you for the kind words <3 it’s cute how you guys keep asking for baby-related drabbles even though i keep saying that i suck at writing them😭 thank you for the request though ! :) again, the usual disclaimer: i never had a baby so things might be inaccurate.
“Come on, ma. I lift your weight in the gym as a warm-up.”
Knowing Kinji, that might actually be true.
You stand at the end of the sofa, shifting your weight from one hip to the other. The sofa’s size is humble, to say the least, and recently you can only sit comfortably with your legs slightly spread.
The obvious solution would be to sit on Kinji’s lap, which hasn’t been a problem before but recently you’ve gained some weight.
Kinji has noticed your insecurity, though he thinks very differently about it.
First of all, Kinji is strong. Beefy. He can handle a few extra kilos. Second, he fucking loves your new curves. Not only because they’re hot in his eyes, but because they’re evidence of his baby growing inside you. He likes that in a way. He did that to your pretty body. A thought for another day.
“The couch creaks when I sit down…” you admit reluctantly, like it’s something shameful and also concerning, because you don’t want to ruin the furniture.
“S’always creaking. Now come on.”
Kinji sprawls out, tilting his head back just a little. He pats his thigh once. It’s a gesture he uses often to lure you into his lap, a gesture that always manages to make your stomach clench. Kinji is well aware of that.
Slowly, you approach him and lower yourself, though it’s quite a struggle. Having a baby in your belly affects your balance. Of course, Kinji’s hands come up to your butt for “help.”
He can’t stop himself. Your cheeks are so squishy and plump. So grabbable.
“Mhm… just like that,” he groans as you settle into his lap. He likes the weight against his thighs and crotch.
“Gosh, I’m hurting you—”
Kinji’s hands slide up to your waist, holding you there before you can retreat.
“You’re not. Or do you underestimate me that much?” An amused smile spreads across his face as his thumbs draw little circles along your hip bones through the fabric of your pajama pants.
When did he get so… predator-like? Sure, he’s always enjoyed flustering you, but now he looks at you like he wants to see you squirm and blush.
“I just… you know…” You lift your sleeping shirt to reveal your baby bump, which has grown significantly. Kinji hums, placing a palm against the swell of your belly.
“Things at the school okay? They treating you well?”
You nod, your body relaxing a little. The sofa’s bristle cushions tickle your knees as you sink lower, your legs straddling Kinji’s thighs.
“They don’t send me out on the field,” you explain with a shrug. “I just go to classes and help Nanami with paperwork.”
“Good.” Honestly, that’s a relief. Other people, like Gojo, would probably create a rather stressful environment, and Kinji doesn’t want his girl stressing out. Not in general, and definitely not with a baby on the way. “Aren’t you cute today…”
There it is, the small movement. A little squirm. You trying to escape his hungry gaze.
The hands on your hips flex, nudging you forward. Instinctively, your hands come up to rest against Kinji’s broad chest.
“Maybe in the way a fat dog is cute,” you grumble.
He scoffs softly and presses a kiss to your cheek, snorting against your skin. “You ever seen a fat dog I didn’t wanna pet?”
Before you can protest, his hand slides from your waist to your back, massaging your muscles. His thumb presses a little firmer, like punctuation. You’re not going anywhere.
“You’re not fat,” he adds quietly now, the teasing gone. “You’re… full.”
“Full?” you echo, arching a brow.
“Yeah.” His palm returns to your belly, spreading. “Full of curves. Full of life. Full of my kid.”
That does it. Your throat tightens in that annoying, emotional way, and you avert your gaze, pretending to inspect the far wall. Kinji notices anyway.
“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, leaning forward until his forehead bumps your shoulder. “Don’t get all shy on me now. You were real brave two minutes ago.”
There’s a beat of silence. You refuse to entertain his jab, pouting dramatically for maximum effect.
“What’s a man gotta do around here for some kisses?”
Silence.
“Ma…” A subtle roll of his hips against you. It’s good, especially with the way he keeps calling you those nicknames. Your expression falters.
“Well, don’t call me ‘full,’” you reply finally, looking at him. You lean in and plant kisses along his face.
“What should I call you then…?” Another kiss, this one to his chin. You feel his skin pull as he smiles. “Well-bred?”
“Jesus, shut up.” But you don’t stop kissing him. You even rub your cheek against his stubble, the coarse hair scratches your skin in the nicest way.
“Mine?”
Your teeth sink into his neck. That shuts him up.
Kinji groans, low and soft, the sound vibrating through you. You press your teeth just a little more, and he shivers, tilting his head to give you better access.
“You’re relentless,” he mutters, voice husky, grin obvious. “Don’t think I don’t like it.”
Your fingers trail up to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you nibble and press kisses along his jaw. The sofa creaks beneath you both, but neither of you care in that moment. You’re suspended in the moment, bodies syncing into a slow, delicious rhythm. Wet kissing noises fill the room.
“Kinji…” you murmur, or maybe it’s more of a whine. “Careful… you’re making me… uh…”
“Making you what?” His lips hover near your ear, warm breath tickling.
You bite your lip, squirming against him. “You know… all… fluttery.”
“That’s the point,” he murmurs. “I like you like that.”
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