For the most part, Isagi was pretty chill when he wasn't playing soccer, so it didn't take long for him to tell his teammates about his girlfriend.
"Yeah like we're supposed to believe that." Barou scoffed when Isagi told them about the date he had planned for the two of you after practice.
"What? I can afford to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Isagi countered with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No not that..." Chigiri mumbled, "You having a girlfriend."
Looking around the room, now Isagi was confused. He saw himself as the most normal one out of the group.
✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi
If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.
It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.
"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."
"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.
"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.
✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi
Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.
When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.
"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.
Damn your little thigh kink.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.
"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."
"You saw what my thighs look like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.
There was nothing his girl was lacking.
✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi
Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.
Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.
And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.
This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.
"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"
That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.
"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."
"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.
How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?
part 2
i lowk forget i write for fandoms other than gachiakuta so here's your sign to SEND IN REQUESTS.
your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.
“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”
your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.
“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”
when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.
"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"
how their canon fetishes will affect your sex life - part 1
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 — 𝐚𝐬𝐬 ꒱
not even subtle. he’s an ass man through and through. spanking, grabbing, spreading you wide. he gets off on how you jiggle for him. loves fucking you while staring at the way your ass bounces against him, groaning into your shoulder. eating you out from behind is a must, his face buried between your cheeks while you fall apart.
꒰ 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 ꒱
thigh worshipper, no question. he loves sitting between your legs, kissing and biting up your thighs until you’re trembling. obsessed with thigh-riding, watching you grind against him until you’re breathless while he just holds your hips steady. sometimes he’ll slip his cock between them, fucking your thighs and moaning against your skin until he spills all over them.
꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 — 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ꒱
completely feral for eye contact. he’ll hold your face still, pupils blown wide, whispering, “look at me, don’t look away.” cums harder when you’re teary-eyed from overstimulation, moaning because he can see everything. his favorite position is you on top, your eyes locked with his as you ride him. he falls apart under that gaze.
꒰ 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 — 𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 ꒱
he’s addicted to kissing and biting the back of your neck while he takes you from behind. loves pinning you under him, mouth pressed against that sensitive spot until you’re arching back into him. when he’s feeling tender, he’ll rest his forehead against your nape, murmuring praise into your skin as he fills you.
ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader
⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!
content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!
notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life.
it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.
his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist.
but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.
“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”
now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.
but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.
the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.
you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious.
“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”
sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”
like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.
“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”
you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”
sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.
his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.
“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.
“are you pregnant?”
you giggled. “maybe.”
his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”
a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”
for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.
“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”
you snorted, “excuse me?”
he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.
“my pull-out game was shit.”
you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”
his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window.
rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.
the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”
rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.
turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”
“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”
as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.
the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”
that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”
“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”
as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.
“... you’re not joking, are you?”
you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”
he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you.
he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.
“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.
“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”
his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”
“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”
rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”
you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”
his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.
you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”
a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.
“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑
it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well.
the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.
kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”
you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut.
“ah.”
“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.
kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”
your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”
“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”
for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.
then–
“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”
his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”
you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”
he pulled something out. and froze.
you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.
positive.
an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.
he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.
“yes.”
“are you actually serious?” he repeated.
you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”
“holy fuck.”
kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak.
again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek.
you blinked.
tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.
“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”
you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.
“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”
and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.
𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈
“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.
but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy.
“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.
seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.
you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”
you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.
when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”
you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”
his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—
“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.
you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”
it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again.
“did we run out of food?”
you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”
you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile.
your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.
“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”
your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile.
geez. what had gotten into him?!
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎
reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.
his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”
but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.
“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.
“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”
your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.
“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.”
reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.
the sonogram appeared.
reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.
you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”
“i’m going to be a father?”
“what does the sonogram say?”
he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”
“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.
he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.
he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.
“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.
“what do you mean?”
you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”
reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.
“are you serious? we’re having twins?”
you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”
his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”
“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.
𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈
“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.
“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.
you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.
isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.
“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.
you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”
he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”
“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.
“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.
you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”
your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”
he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.
“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?”
he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”
you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”
before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.
“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”
still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.
“another one,”
you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.
“that’s not enough,”
“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.
he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.
“thank you, my love.”
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈
it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.
but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.
he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?”
he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.
you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.
“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.
“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”
he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.
but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”
barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.
“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”
but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”
barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”
“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”
he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”
your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”
barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”
you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.
he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”
as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.
“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”
his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”
you blinked. “what about practice?”
he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.
“skipping. you always come first.”
—
“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”
you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”
you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.
“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”
you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.
you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”
he didn’t really mean to take it out on you! through the whole car ride home, he had a deathly tight grip on the steering wheel, his veins looking like they were going to pop if his grip tightened anymore. you didn’t dare to open your mouth or speak to him the whole way, just avoiding his figure by looking out the window. all of a sudden the view was so lovely.. haha..
however, your peace was torn the moment you stepped into your shared apartment. he dropped his things onto the floor without any care and dragged you into the bedroom and pushed you onto the bed.
currently, you had your head pressed onto the pillow, back arched with a deep inward curve. tears slowly pooled and escaped from your tear ducts, burning up from the constant pain pleasure.
“a-ah, fuckk..” he moaned out in between his breaths. both of his hands were gripped on your hips so tightly that you were sure that they would leave marks on it. he kept you in place, occasionally slapping your ass, giving it a light squeeze when he felt like it.
his thrusts kept hitting the same damn spot. he closed his eyes, tilted his head upwards with his pace increasing. you made noises that were borderline-pornographic, surely going to get a complaint from your neighbour— but that was the least of your worries for now. he groaned, feeling you tighten around him.
“you’re so fuckin’ tight— bet you were waiting f’ me to lose that game so you could get a piece of this, stupid slut..” the bed creaked loudly with his thrusts hitting harder and deeper, chasing his own climax. you weren’t holding up well either. you wanted to come so badly. but you knew if you did, he wouldn’t let you rest until the next morning.
“baby please–!” your moans were muffled by the pillows against your face, but it was loud enough for him to hear. your body was trembling with overstimulation, clenching hard on him.
he groaned loudly in response. after another thrust, he swiftly pulled out all the way. you whined at the loss, the emptiness. you weren’t able to say anything fast enough as he flipped you over onto your back but due to the change in distance, he grabbed your legs and dragged you towards his dick. he place both your legs on his shoulders and without warning, he shoved his cock right back into you.
with the convenient position you were both in, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. it was only until you were out of breath did he break away. “just a little longer, hold it out f’ me baby.” he breathed out, his warm breath hitting your neck.
after pushing you with the same cruel pace, he finally reached his climax. spilling into you with the last couple of thrusts, filling you up with his warm release. you came nearly instantly after he did, your nails scratching his back deep enough for him to hiss lightly.
the both of you spent a few minutes catching your breaths. he had long let go of holding your legs in such a tight position, letting them rest while he laid face flat on your chest boobs. you felt your eyes falling shut, but before you could finally drift away into slumber, his words woke you up with a hint of mischief.
“already tired? i’m sure you could go for a few more rounds right?”
