It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”
He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said
“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.
“…You’ve been tracking that?”
“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”
He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”
“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”
“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”
You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”
His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”
You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”
He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”
“It wasn’t.”
He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.
He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.
“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.
“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”
His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.
“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”
You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.
“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”
You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine
“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."
His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.
“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”
You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.
And he did.
He ended up doing it five times.
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Daiki Aomine:
Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.
You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.
“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered.
That’s all he needed.
He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.
“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.
Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.
“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.
“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”
“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"
“Say it.”
“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"
“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”
A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.
His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.
But he didn’t pull out.
Didn’t move.
Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.
“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.
“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”
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Ryouta Kise:
“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.
Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.
“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”
His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.
“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”
You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”
“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”
His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.
“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”
His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”
Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:
“I love you already… both of you.”
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Taiga Kagami:
You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”
Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”
You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.
“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.
“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”
When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.
“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held
back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”
He did.
His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."
You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”
He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”
“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”
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Tetsuya Kuroko:
“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."
“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”
Your heart skipped. “Really?”
He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.
“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”
His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.
“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.
You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.
He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,
“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara:
He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.
“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”
You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.
It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."
And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.
“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”
He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.
“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”
"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.
With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.
“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”
He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.
“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”
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Seijuro Akashi:
Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.
Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.
“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.
You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.
He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”
“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”
That made him smile. “Good.”
He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.
He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.
Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.
“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."
He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.
“Beg properly.”
“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."
And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.
18+. rating knb men off of if they groan or whimper.
kuroko: he’s on the softer side of whimpering, almost edging on gasps. it’s as if he’s not really there, and you’re simply bouncing on a dildo. when he’s so silent is it really bad to compare him to one anyway? to add to this “living dildo” theory, his sex drive is nearly nonexistent. occasionally, he may initiate sex, but you’re the one who starts things almost every time. he lets you stay in control, going along with whatever you need. he’ll play with your breasts in that specific way you like, tilt his dick just the right amount, and hold your arms behind your back when you ask. those little acts are the only way he can think to show how much he enjoys his time with you.
kagami: his signature sounds are a hiss when pulling back and a groan when fully seethed inside of you. but don’t be fooled by his tough-guy act. the moment his hips tremble and his balls tighten, he lets out soft whimpers– sorry no, shaky exhales. very wobbly exhales with his eyes tightly shut. he’s more considerate in bed than people expect. even when doing something as simple as biting down on his necklace to prevent it from hitting you, he’s careful. when eating you out, he never grabs your hips with full strength to keep you from “running away,” as he calls it. he won’t say it outright, but he just wants to make you feel good. so please, stop moving. it will feel better that way, dont you agree?
akashi: would you be bold enough to truly assume an emperor would ever whimper? he groans, mixing in soft huffs. there’s something strangely sexy about how quiet yet seductive his sounds are, making you submit every time. he has a subconscious competition with you to see who lasts longer. naturally, since he has never lost, you always end up cumming before him. on rare, rare, rare occasions, you might cum just once before he does. most of the time, he makes sure you have as many orgasms as possible before he finishes. it’s quite impressive, if you knew at least. adding to his already high superiority complex, you will never get to be on top, looking down at him while you grind against him. whether you suck him off to the moon and back or it’s your birthday, it doesn’t matter. your place is beneath him, taking every inch without dispute.
midorima: he is surprisingly stoic for his age, honestly. he groans when he hits a deep spot or when the moment is right, but mostly he remains silent except for quiet exhales through his nose. it’s not as awkward as it sounds. you’re usually too lost in the moment to notice his quietness. he never fails to miss your g-spot with the precision of his perfect three-pointers, the man terrifyingly confident in his ability to make you cum within just a few strokes. his fingers are skilled for good reason too. after all, he reaches those deep spots you never knew existed. you can’t even touch yourself the same way anymore, not with how spoiled you are with oh so skilled midorima.
aomine: groaner, groaner, groaner, who knows he sounds sexy. despite his arrogant personality, the worst thing about him is that he knows exactly how wet you get from his voice. the moment he gets you in bed, it’s never ending teases mixed with heavy huffs and puffs. your pussy clings to him like a vice, which only amplifies his obnoxious noises to be louder. when he spreads your legs, he groans exaggeratedly from how wet you are, watching your pussy helplessly clench on nothing. no matter what, he’ll give you a slap or two on your ass, or tease you by pulling out until only the tip remains, just to hear you whine. you’d hate him if he weren’t so goddamn hot.
murasakibara: this man whimpers. he doesn't care much for holding it in, no matter how hard you cover his mouth. it only makes him throb more, especially when he grabs your hand to lick and suck your fingers as if they were a popsicle. his voice is always so high-pitched and needy, especially when you’re on top. he sounds almost as desperate as you do when he eats you out. he offers help by lifting you up and down on his dick occasionally, but he’s too pussy drunk to register exactly how loud he is. in the morning, you might find a note on your door asking to keep it down, but he always throws it away, saying, “they’re just jealous.”
kise: he despises the fact that he whimpers. it’s the bane of his being, truly. he’s supposed to be a role model, a super cool guy, ya know? but what would he do if anyone who idolizes him found out that just one stroke inside you has him gasping and choking for air? he bites your shoulder hard whenever he shudders and picks up speed, then licks the spot to soothe your skin. the poor guy is a mess. but his favorite way to quiet himself? it’s by eating you out while you jerk him off. it makes his spine tingle, and the vibrations from all his moaning always helps you cum harder than the last.
kagami taiga — five reasons why your boyfriend loves bulking season !
#1 — he likes having an excuse to eat like an animal without any shame !
bulking season principally means one thing for taiga : finally being at peace with his appetite. no restraint, no pretending he was already full after a single plate.
so, he’s clearing off plates, going back for seconds and thirds, and even going as far as stealing food off your plate ! he kinda likes the little look you give him every time his fingers fly into your plate, silently judging him while he chew away at the stolen food.
his unrestrained appetite means that groceries last way less longer, so you guys spend a whole bunch of time together !
…doing groceries, yeah.
or, meals preps, that are basically just him weighing rice while you sit on the counter, stealing bites of chicken or talking about your day.
#2 — he’s obsessed with the way you look at him when the gains start showing !
taiga never fishes for compliments, ever. but, appreciative gestures from his girlfriend aren’t unwelcome…
and he clocks every single one of these.
the extra half second your eyes linger when he takes his hoodie off ? the way your hands squeeze his arms to check if they're even real ?
or, or the quiet little "oh" you let out when his shoulders start stretching his shirt in a totally different way ?
bulking season totally feeds his ego, thanks to you ! not in a cocky way, but more in a holy shit, you want me way.
#3 — he’s hungrier in every sense of the word !
of course, taiga is a black hole food-wise, we already established this.
but, this time of the year just seems to flip some kind of switch in his brain, where every sensation feels louder, in a way. his training goes harder, his emotions get sharper too, and, most of all, his desire sits closer to the surface.
he’s way more touchier, without even noticing : always a hand on your lower back, or thumbs hooking into your belt loops.
he doesn’t even do it on purpose, it’s part of his instinct at this point ! since his body is basically in “build mode”, he just wants to feel closer to you more often, like you’re part of the fuel source.
#4 — he actually sleeps way better !
yeah, that’s also one of the reasons… taiga falls asleep surprisingly fast. not cute fast, not “aww, he’s drifting off”.
he literally falls asleep doing anything now. like, you’ll be talking, lounging on the couch, only for you to notice that he hasn’t responded in a while… look over, and you’ll see that he’s out cold !
also, he runs super warm, and sleeping next to him feels closer to sleeping next to a furnace than an actual human being. sometimes, he subconsciously kick the covers off, which leaves you freezing.
other times, he pulls you closer, an arm draped heavy over your waist and a knee hooked over your leg, anchoring himself to you without being aware of it.
#5 — he likes being big when he knows he’s not scary to you !
this is a huge thing for taiga, whenever he acknowledges it or not.
he’s already big to begins with, but bulking season makes him big big. broad, heavy… in an intentional way ! he’s intimidating to people who don’t know him, even more than usual.
and then, there’s you.
you’re comfortable under his arm, all touchy with him and asking him to lift you like it’s nothing. he likes the contact, likes that you actually like his size.
that does something to his brain chemistry, permanently.
A/N : so, i love kagami. i love beefy guys. and i love bulking season as a whole… so, i just combined all these in one ! and i saw someone writing bulking season! toji and then bulking season! katsuki so i personally think it was a sign 🙂↕️
Staring at the test in your hands, the two pink lines seemed to be playing a trick on you. It was a miracle that you couldn't believe happened.
Your heart swelled with a variety of emotions while your vision grew blurry. A hand unconsciously rose to your mouth to hold in a sob of disbelief.
The idea of your family growing was not something the two of you brought up often, and if so, it was always mentioned for in the distant future.
But this was here, this was now, and it was all too surreal.
Glancing at the clock, you realize that you need to clean up all the rubbish and prepare dinner for when your towering 6'3 (190 cm) husband comes home from work.
The two-toned-haired man had recently been over-exhausted from his job at the fire station, and maybe the news of an additional family member would brighten his day.
Cleaning up your mess, you hid the positive pregnancy test in your sock and underwear drawer. It would be so much more impactful if it were to be a cute little surprise.
You took your time preparing dinner on the stove and setting the table for supper. A vibrant grin couldn't help but grow on your lips when you thought about setting another spot at the table for your child.
However, the sound of the front door opening and closing suddenly permitted the nerves to ignite in anxiousness.
Kagami desired to be a father like how he desired to win every game he played back in high school. There was envy in his fiery ruby-red optics when he looked at other families, but the question was, would he want one so soon?
Large and muscular arms retracted you from your thoughts as they wrapped around your midsection. Kagami placed a longing kiss on your left cheek, and you could smell the sweat emanating from his dirty skin.
Grinning at the physical touch, you leaned back against his chest as you continued to stir the contents inside of the pot.
"Welcome home, love." You greeted. "How was work?"
Your husband released a weary sigh and locked onto you securely. His head fit into the crook of your neck, his spiky hair brushing against your neck.
"That bad, huh? You should really take a break from work."
You could feel him nodding his head with his spiky hair tickling against your skin. "I'm so exhausted..." He murmured into your shoulder.
It took some skill to suppress another grin when your mind bounced back to the thought of your positive pregnancy test; depending on how he would feel, it could either brighten or lower his mood.
Patting his muscular tan arms, you turned off the stove and turned around in his arms to face him. He glanced down at you, and immediately, your lips were upon each other.
Always so sweet and savory his kisses were, and as much as you wanted to continue, you did not want for the food to grow cold.
"Well, wash up, then come sit down at the table. Don't stress yourself too much. Things will get better."
He nodded his head before leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck and leaving for the shower. Once he entered the bathroom and the screeching of the shower's raging water pressure could be heard, you skipped into your shared bedroom.
The test was hidden in a small rectangular box meant for watches, and you swiftly hid it in your apron. Returning back to the kitchen, you placed the meals on your pristine porcelain white plates and sat in your unassigned assigned seats.
Silence filled your lovely home as he finished his shower, and after a few minutes, the muscular and toned man stepped out in a simple pair of sleeping joggers without his shirt on.
Water droplets were falling off his hair and dripping down his muscular tan shoulders. His torso was slightly steaming from the hot water. You gazed at him dreamily. 'That's why I'm pregnant.'
Naughty, naughty, you needed to calm yourself as you chuckled to yourself. Kagami shifted his gaze to meet yours with a perplexed expression.
A lopsided grin formed on your lips while you shook your head. "It's nothing, Love. Come sit down so we can eat together." You mused.
He didn't waste any time sitting next to you at the table and devouring the dinner with his incredibly outlandish appetite that grew worse after high school.
The thought of having a mini him had your heart swelling and blood rushing through your system as if you were on a rollercoaster.
It was beginning to become more nerve-racking the longer the seconds passed by.
Your husband glanced up at your face and then down at your barely touched dinner. His thick, split eyebrows creased in puzzlement before he swallowed the large bite in his mouth.
"(Y/n), is something wrong?" He queried oh so innocently.
You smiled at the sound of your name off his tongue and gripped the box tighter. "No, nothing, my love. Don't worry about it."
He placed his fork down and twisted his full body to face yours. "You got that eyebrow crease again when you're overthinking."
Kagami knew you so well just as much as you knew him; it made it hard to keep secrets on both ends.
Rolling your (e/c) optic, you reached down into your apron to take out the green box and handed it hesitantly to the tall male. "Here, it's a little present."
He himself rolled his eyes and took it from your fingers. "You didn't have to. It's not even my birthday." He jeered with a faint grin.
Your extremities clasped together as you observed him intently remove the lid, only for the white pregnancy test to be the first thing he witnessed.
He stared down with his fiery ruby red optics whilst his mouth hung open. Kagami sat dazed for what felt like hours but was really a minute. Abruptly, dread began to fill your body as you gazed at his non-moving body.
"T-Taiga." Your voice stuttered out as you sent a hand to touch his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Kagami gripped your wrist and pulled you into his arms.
His fingers held onto your waist tightly while he pushed his face into your neck. You could feel a stream of liquid suddenly fall down your neck and know it came from Kagami.
"I don't believe it. I'm really gonna be a dad?!" The man's voice was laced with excitement.
His words were slightly muffled in your shoulders, and you nodded your head. Then, you reached for his hair to scratch his scalp and massage it.
"I'm pregnant, Taiga. We're going to have a baby together." He squeezed your body tighter and began kissing all the way up from your collarbone to your jaw.
He pulled back, only for you to see the large grin on his face. "(Y/n), you keep making me happier and happier."
The two-toned-haired male lightly grasped your left wrist and brought your hand down from his head. He tenderly kissed your ring finger, which held the beautiful gold ring that made you his wife and only his.
"I love you so much, Taiga."
"I love you so much too, (Y/n)."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ
✦ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?"
Tetsuya Nigō merely cocked his head to the side before barking at your feet. Your nose scrunched in disapproval as you dropped yourself on the couch with the Alaskan Malamute jumping up to rest by your side.
All the tension was building up in your muscles from the doctor's visit earlier, and it only grew with the ticking of the clock on the wall.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to find out you were pregnant with your husband's child; it was partially your fault for enticing him so much that one night.
However, you weren't sure if it was exactly great news. The two of you were still relatively young, married only for a few years that you could count on one hand.
The issue wasn't that you were afraid to tell him. After all, he was a kindergarten teacher. He adored children and worked with them every day.
You both shared a conversation about kids, and he revealed that he would love to have one or two...in the future when you two were much older.
A sigh reverberated from your lips as you reached over for a quilt and covered your legs with it, Tetsuya Nigō crawling under so he could rest with his head in your lap.
Even with your myriads of thoughts running at the speed of sound in your head, you knew better than to take it out on a harmless animal.
Your scowl morphed into a minuscule smile as you began scratching his head while your other hand reached for the remote to turn on one of your favorite guilty pleasure shows.
It wasn't long before the front door opened, and the sound of his keys jiggling echoed through the foyer.
The front door was opened, and you didn't even turn around to face your blue-haired husband. "Welcome home."
"Hey," Kuroko murmured as he shuffled off his shoes and neared your frame. He turned his head to face the screen to see that vulgar show that was particularly loud. It had sound effects and songs that just seemed to screech in his head.
He expressed his displeasure frequently whenever it was on, and you knew it was the last thing he wanted to hear after finishing work. But you need that show right now to maintain low-stress levels.
"I know it's not right for me to tell you to change the show, but," He released a hefty sigh as he collapsed next to you on the couch. His hands found the remote and turned down the volume to barely above five. "At least don't have it blasting."
"I'm pregnant." You revealed point blankly while snatching the remote and raising the volume again.
His eyes enlarged, his gaze fixed on the side of your impassive face, which remained focused on the TV screen. Silence sat on his tongue as the information worked through his brain. When he had finally processed such vital news, he lightly placed his hand over yours, which was holding the remote.
Your gaze shifted slightly to glance at him while he muted the sound. If you had not been used to his apathetic expressions, you would have missed the shimmer in his bright, periwinkle eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked as he kept his voice from wavering.
In response, you shrugged your shoulders and whacked his hand off yours to raise the volume again. Your body pressed into the corner of the couch as if you were attempting to shield yourself from the impending statement.
Tetsuya Nigō could probably sense the moody tension and playfully licked at your fingers.
"(Y/n)." Your name was called out sternly.
That serious and humorless tone of voice nearly had shivers run up your spine. Guess it was finally time to get to the meat of the bone. Pausing the show and clasping your hands together on the back of your dog, you shifted your gaze to face your husband.
"Tetsuya."
"Why are you acting like this?" He queried while raising his arms to cross over his chest. "You're acting like what you told me is nothing. That is not nothing." There was a slight crease in his eyebrows.
A frown etched deeply on your face as you respired heavily. "I'm not. I know how serious it is. It's just that I know you don't want a baby right now, with work and all. Before, you've said that you wanted to wait until we were older."
The firmness in his eyes softened, and so did his brows. He laughed almost breathlessly while covering it slightly with his hand. "You can be so silly sometimes." Your frown stretched into a scowl. "Yes, I did want to wait until later in the future, but I also said that when I had just started my career. I have a steady job now and money saved. I can take care of you and-" He placed one of his hands on your barely showing stomach. "I can take care of this little one."
Every fiber of your being had relaxed, the tension fading while you placed a hand over his. "But we are still so young." You murmured.
He nodded his head before leaning in and placing a soft smooch on your lips. "That is true, yes. But I want nothing more than to spend my time with you and raising our child." Kuroko informed, his hand on your belly warming the skin beneath.
Yes, that is 'our' child. A baby is growing in your tummy, a clear sign of your bond. You giggled slightly to yourself for having such pessimistic thoughts about this sweet man.
"What?" Your husband asked, his lips slightly quirked.
Grinning, you shook your head while reaching over to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Nothing, just happy."
"I'm happy, too."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ
✦ "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬!?"
A groan echoed in the bathroom as you tossed the test down on the counter. Your hands pressed into the marble as you leaned your weight on it.
You wanted to swear or at least cry a little, but it was in the middle of the night. Aomine couldn't know this yet, so you still have to work your own head around this information in silence. It took you all day just to work up the courage to do it because you couldn't relax enough to go to sleep.
With your husband's ability to nearly sleep through anything, you let yourself swear under your breath. This was reality; several tests all displayed 'positive.' All seven different brands stared right back at you with that +.
Stepping back, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a nervous wreck right now, and you were feeling like one, too. Your legs could barely hold you up, and you let yourself drop to the ground.
Slouching against the door, you bit your lip and stared at the tiled floor. Were you excited to have your husband's baby? Well, of course, you've dreamed of having a big family with him since high school.
The issue and the reason why you were feeling queasy had to do with your husband's profession.
As a diligent and actively engaged Police Lieutenant, he was constantly rushing in and putting himself in danger every day. It did not help with his stubborn and reckless personality, which often resulted in him doing things before thinking.
It was his passion, and he was passionately dedicated to his job. He desired to help those in need and make your city safer. So if it meant getting a few cuts and gashed here and there, he was fine with it.
To accomplish his goals, he would put himself in danger, which was the bane of your existence and what kept you up at night.
Yes, you wanted this baby, but the dread was holding back any form of excitement. What if he is killed, leaving you and your child alone? You can barely even stand the idea of your child having to grow up without ever being able to meet their father.
There was a groan from outside the door before it was abruptly opened. The sudden movement spurred you to fall back and knock your head on the carpeted floor.
As soon as your eyes met his navy blue gaze that had his brows quirked inquisitively, you bounced back up to your feet.
Aomine released a tired sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach. "I gotta take a piss."
"Yeah." You squeaked before clearing your throat. "Yeah, of course. Gimmie a second." Discreetly, you tried to close the door while pushing the test into a drawer.
However, his keen eyes must have caught a glance as he pushed the door open effortlessly and stepped inside. "(Y/n)." He stated in the manner in which you knew you might not be able to lie your way out of this. "No wonder you were hacking up a storm the past month."
Your stomach stirred as if you were going to retch at that moment, yet you pushed it down with a strenuous swallow.
"It's not what you think." You mumble, eyes stationed on the ground from the inability to meet his gaze.
The navy-headed male scoffed as he pushed you aside to open the drawer. He stared at the multiple tests for a few seconds before leaning against the door frame and folding his arms. "When were you going to tell me?"
With eyes stationed on your feet, you mumbled out a response shamefully. "I just took them, so I wasn't sure yet. I definitely hadn't planned for you to find out tonight."
He must have been glaring at you with how you felt his piercing gaze. Abruptly, the tan-skinned man grasped your left wrist and yanked you to his chest. Your gaze shot up at his handsome face, which was showcasing evident anxiety and vexation.
"Why didn't you want to tell me? It's not something to hide unless it's not mine." He conveyed as if it hurt him to say those words.
It did not take long at all for you to feel guilty. "Can you not accuse me of having an affair and listen to me." You stated that your husband responded a few seconds later by releasing your wrist. Respiring another breath, your hands found their pace anxiously at your belly. "It's just that I have a lot to fear. You put yourself in danger all the time, just rushing in. I can't bear it if you die and leave me and this kid all alone. I know you love your job, but-"
He ceased your rambling by leaning down to place his lips on yours and kiss you nearly zealously. His arms moved to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly and rested your bottom on the counter.
You didn't want to give in, but how could you give up such an intimate kiss? You responded in the same manner, kissing him deeply, expressing yourself heartily. There will be no other man that you could love like this. If you were to lose him, it would be like having half of yourself ripped out.
A single tear had fallen from your eye, which your husband immediately noticed. He pulled back with a heavy inhale and swiped the tear away with the back of his hand.
His gaze was much softer, and he must have thought deeply about your fear. What if he were to be gone? Then he could never touch you, either. Aomine pressed himself between your legs as he enveloped his strong arms around your torso and pulled you in for a firm embrace.
"I know it scares you, baby." He expressed softly and placed a kiss on your temple. "It scares me too sometimes. But I would never leave you alone to fend for yourself. Hell would have to freeze over first before I ever give up and die."
"I know." You sniffled.
The navy-eyed male released an arm, placing an open palm underneath your sleep shirt and resting it on your belly. "All I want to do is protect you, make sure nothing could ever happen to you. I'll do the same for this baby, but for damn sure, I'll be here to experience it. I can't go die before my wife and child."
Of course, you just had to cry. You couldn't hold back the streams of tears as they cascaded down your face. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too, ya' big crybaby." You could practically hear a grin in his voice. He hugged you back just as tenderly before pulling back and holding your shoulders. His navy blue eyes looked as if he were examining something on your chest inquisitively.
"I can't wait for your boobs to grow! They're gonna get humongous!"
Aaand, there he goes, ruining a sweet moment. "Daiki!"
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ
✦ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲."
You've read the same sentence over and over at this point, the same thing as you're unable to get any farther than that in your book. Attempting to keep your mind preoccupied with the thriller fantasy remained futile as your mind continued to replay your doctor's visit over and over again.
For a few weeks, you've been feeling ill and sickly, with your stomach churning every time you ate. Even your breast felt plumper, and your joints ached, so at that point, you knew it warranted a doctor's visit.
Assuming it was the flu, you were proved a fool when the doctor declared your illness as pregnancy.
Overjoyed, you couldn't have smiled any larger after hearing the news. Yet that smile had swiftly fallen when you thought deeper about it. Yes, you were going to have your lovely husband's child, but you were also going to birth an heir for his company.
You knew exactly how difficult it was to grow up in a wealthy household with an overbearing, demanding father. Akashi experienced an even worse version of that, and it made sense that it was exactly how your husband was going to act.
It's all he knew, and like father-like child, they would have the same mindset. Strive for the best and win no matter who you have to crush.
It was a not-the-healthiest environment, and you couldn't bear to give your child such a stressful workload and a domineering father. There was only so much you could do to give your child an actual childhood without straining your relationship with your husband.
By raising the child maturely, he'd be taking away his child's youth just as his own father had.
At the time, the doctor had noticed your sudden uneasiness and handed over a business card: "If there is something wrong and you are unable to have this baby, then you can call this number and schedule a meeting. They'll do it safely and ethically. However, it is your choice to choose whatever will be best for you and your baby."
Her words have stayed in your head, droning over again and again as you weighed your options. You loved your husband deeply, with all your heart, considering how you married him almost right after high school. Continuing your lineage wasn't a topic brought up, as you both enjoyed the bliss of married life.
You two are still young, and you weren't sure if you were ready to disrupt that life because of the chaos of raising a child with different views. Soon, you were going to have to make a decision; you couldn't just lie in bed all day.
A) You could give birth normally and fight nearly all the time on the way to raising your child.
B) Let the information of pregnancy remain a secret and get an abortion.
C) Pack your things and leave without informing him to raise the child in secret yourself.
All of them seemed like such extreme options, with neither being able to produce the greatest result. Either way, you're going to have to choose one.
The sound of your bedroom door opening snapped you out of your myriad of thoughts and brought you back to the present. Darting your eyes back down to your book, you attempted to seem preoccupied.
"I see that you are better." Your husband's voice fills the room as he steps closer to the bed. He rested the back of his hand against your forehead and felt the heat of it. "Still warm, however."
Glancing up, you gave him a slight nod and cleared your throat. "Welcome home, love. I didn't expect you to be home so early. I was even going to take a bath."
He hummed in response and leaned down to kiss your temple. "Don't let me stop you," he murmured with a slight quirk on his lip. "There wasn't much to discuss at the meeting, so instead of wasting everyone's time, I sent everyone home early."
You could only produce a weak smile before returning your attention to your book. "In a little bit, then."
Akashi nodded as he stepped back to stride over to the walk-in closet and removed the blazer from his black suit. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?" Clothes shuffle, and the bin clicks as he changes. "I assume that it was nothing serious as you're not freaking out or acting as if your dying."
His teasing remark almost makes you laugh, but the situation is dire. "It was the flu, so my doctor prescribed some medicine and bed rest." You'll lie for now and take the time to figure out the game plan.
He hummed to himself before walking out and fixing the buttons on his sleepwear. "I see, so there is nothing else?" He queried with his duo-colored gaze, staring at your face.
You shook your head no while keeping your attention focused on the book, even though you've been looking through your peripheral.
Nodding his head of bright crimson hair, he stepped back into the closet, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.
The stress was getting to you already, and it seemed that you would take up that bath now. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you dragged yourself to the personal bathroom and turned on the faucet.
Gushing hot water pooled in the porcelain white basin before it became oblique as you sprayed bubbles and bath salts into it.
Discarding your clothes right there, you stepped in carefully before relaxing against the cushioned backrest. It seems Akashi was already lying down as he left you to enjoy your bath in peace.
And so you did, turning on the jets and letting the pulsating water massage your tense muscles. It wasn't until your fingers were pruned and the water-cooled that you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel.
In the main room, your husband was lying down while reading a newspaper. "Did you have a nice bath?" He asked without looking your way.
"Yes." You murmured while entering the walk-in closet and searching for loose sleepwear.
"You know," Akashi began, and your heart skipped a beat of dread. "I've acted unaware to spare some from appearing incompetent, but I do not like being played a fool."
Almost immediately, your mouth grows dry, and you struggle to swallow. "Where are you going with that?"
He doesn't respond immediately; you can only hear the sound of his newspaper shuffling. Waiting a few more seconds and only receiving silence, you stepped out and peered nervously around the corner.
Of course, the man himself sat crossed arm on his side of the bed as he met your gaze. "I don't like liars, (Y/n)."
"But I didn't!" You refute before sighing and sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. "I just hadn't had the time to think it through."
"Huh?" The bright-eyed man questioned. "What is there to think through? You're pregnant with my heir, and we have everything we need to provide for that child."
Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate whether or not you should now begin arguing about how you'd both differ on raising this baby. "Of course, the materialistic aspect is there, but Sei... you don't have much fatherly instinct. You treat everything like it's a business transaction."
Akashi's duo-colored eyes looked up in the right corner as he placed a curled finger against his chin. "Do I treat our relationship like that?" He asked almost playfully, yet there was an underlying vexation to it.
"Well, you used to. It wasn't until we had that break you came back to me, actually showing your vulnerability and willingness to not put up a wall with me." You picked your words carefully, not desiring to insult him or make him feel embarrassed.
"That's right, before." His clothes shuffled as he stood up to venture around the bed and take a seat by your side. "It's a shame you think so low of me and decide to lie. I'm your husband, the only person you're supposed to be truthful with."
You feel shameful and are unable to meet his gaze even as he's right by your side. "I-I don't. We are both aware of how our parents raised us, and you have taken after your father in more ways than one. I just know you'll raise them with independence and maturity that would snatch away the ignorance of childhood."
Silence, you can barely even hear the sound of your own breathing. What was he thinking? Was he taking you seriously, or would he just think it was the hormonal ramblings of a pregnant woman?
"(Y/n)." He calls tenderly and reaches over to place a hand over yours that was in your lap. "I understand where you are coming from, but I wish you had had this conversation with me earlier instead of thinking so low of your own husband."
"I'm sorry."
Akashi sighed and leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he could hug your side. "You were not completely baseless; however, with you by my side, you'd be the voice of reason to step in if I were to fall into my father's ways."
This time, you were finally able to raise your head and meet his gaze. "But that is how relationships become strained, with the constant arguing." You state almost with a quivering lip.
"I'd like to think that our relationship is stronger than that." He mused with his other hand, which was still covering your hand, to tap at your wedding ring. "We will figure things out, my love. But we have to communicate, not keep things to ourselves. And I know you always try to fix things yourself, but marriage means sharing that burden."
A slight grin plays on your lip as you look at him. "I always knew you were very mature for your age, but I hadn't known you were this judicious. I'm sorry for lying and almost doing something drastic."
"And I'm sorry for making it seem that you couldn't trust me. We still have a lot to learn about our marriage."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ
✦ "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭."
The growing weight and plumpness of your breasts were something you had assumed resulted from the considerable amount of sweets you eat together. You also had been eating confectionaries that had been too rich before.
But it made sense that the food cravings you've been having were all sweets, the favorite of your dear sweet husband. The food bill is going to get out of control with now the added hankerings of a child.
Though, as great as the news was, you did have some reservations about the situation. You had not been born the healthiest, with a forever ailment cursing your lungs. Your doctor was quick, as she provided a prescription and set up appointments with specialists to be on top of that.
It might be a difficult pregnancy, but the aspect of growing a whole new life in your belly was a difficult and strenuous task to begin with. However, having a family, a child, with the man you loved would give you such purpose.
However, the amount you need to clean from wrappers and rubbish might just drown you all. It isn't very pleasant cleaning all the time, but you cannot help but giggle and imagine the future with your husband and your baby.
It would be nice to have a little mini version of your husband running...no lazying around when your husband was at work for long hours or playing basketball with his high school buddies.
When you came home from your appointment, you were still on a blissful high from the information. It felt almost like a fairy tale, and nothing could break that joy currently.
Murasakibara should be leaving work soon, and you still haven't prepared dinner, so an idea came to mind. What better way to tell such important information than with his all-time obsession, confections?
Even though your husband was more skilled than you in baking, you've watched him enough to do some basic things. A small cake with four thinner cakes should do it. You'll ice them differently, with the left side being baby blue and the right a bright pink.
You'll use a frosting bag, put a thin point on it, and write the words, 'Would daddy like a girl or a boy?' It was cute, maybe a bit cringe-worthy, but that's what made it noteworthy. It's a memory that you'll never forget.
Placing it on the stand in the dining room, you returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. Another hour and the lavender-headed male will be coming home, so there is just enough time to make dinner.
It's so exciting and surreal to be pregnant, to hold a whole life right inside of you. You wonder if they'll look like your husband or have his lazy genes. The ability to imagine and envision a future of what is to come is so remarkable that you can't wait to share that joy with your husband.
"(N/n)-chin." Murasakibara's voice calls out as the front door closes.
Barely holding down a smile, you wipe your hands and approach him. "Hi, honey." He leans down just as you step up on your tippy toes to kiss him. He smells like candy and flour. "How was work, Atsushi?"
"Busy." He replied in his usual tone as he stood back to his full height to remove his coat. "What's for dessert?"
Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a giggle. He's so silly and cute. "Well, I did make you something special, but how about you eat dinner first?" He clicks his tongue but silently walks with you to the kitchen to get his plate. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat after I finish washing dishes."
"Okay." He murmurs while grabbing his plate. You watch his hunching figure trek toward the dining room and internally squeal.
With jittery hands, you turn on the sink to begin washing dishes, yet it does not take long for you to hear him call out your name from the other room. "(N/n)-chin."
"Yes, honey?"
His heaving footsteps echoed as he approached before you saw him crouch by your side in your peripheral. Murasakibara's large hands reached for your hips as he slightly pushed your body at an angle so your stomach was facing him.
"It doesn't..." His fingers trailed toward your tummy as he lifted your shirt and dragged his calloused skin against the soft flesh. "It doesn't look like our baby is in there."
How does he always manage to say the sweetest things? Smiling, you turned off the water and bent down to look at his crouching figure. "That is because I've only been pregnant for a few months, honey. Our baby is only about the size of a plum."
"Tiny." He whispered with his violet eyes twinkling. The large man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of your belly. "So tiny. How am I not going to hurt such a tiny thing?"
Ugh, there is only so much cuteness you can take, and you're close to overloading. "Well, when they come in nine months, they're going to be much larger. And with it being your baby, it might be one heavy baby." You teased while reaching down to caress the side of his face.
Your husband hummed, vibrating your belly as he appeared to think to himself. "I wonder what kind of candy they'll like?"
"Ah, ah." You stressed the vowels and patted his face a little harshly. "They won't be able to digest candy for months, maybe even several years."
"Annoying." He grunted before blowing a raspberry on your tummy. Your abdomen flexed as you giggled and pushed him from the tickling. "I want to feed them sooner. I want to feed them now."
Wagging a finger, you spoke to him sweetly. "Nine months. Now, get up, and you can feed me some cake for now."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ
✦ "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐚!?"
"Ryouta, don't be ridiculous." You chastised your overbearing and protective husband in the check-up room. "How would I even get infected with that?"
"Then it's gotta be COVID-19-" You placed a hand over his mouth as you rubbed your temples.
It's not as bad as he's been making it out to be. You've just been extremely lethargic and unable to sleep well. It felt like you were having the systems of PMS, which made you think that it was what just came with being a woman.
So you refused to go to the doctors at first, yet Kise, being Kise, rambled about the what-ifs, even suggesting cancer. At that point, you had to go in and put his mind at ease.
The doctor had already done some blood work and taken some samples, so the two of you were just waiting. "(Y/n)-cchi, what if it's something deadly because you took so long to get a check-up? That's why it's taking so long for us to get your results back!"
"My god(s)!" You snapped and pinched his cheek harshly. "Stop assuming the worst, you hypochondriac! It's probably the flu or something!"
"Actually!" Both of your heads whipped towards the door as your doctor stepped in with a teasing grin. "I'm here to deliver some good news." Handing over a piece of paper, you snatched it quickly and read over the words.
"Pregnant?" You read it quietly before gasping audibly. "Pregnant?!"
Kise gripped your shoulders and shook you in your stop with this enormous, overpowering grin on his lips. "Pregnant! We're going to have a little us running around!" He squealed.
Your doctor nodded as he sat by his computer and began typing away. "It's always lovely to see the joy of new parents. I'll prescribe some prenatal and sleeping medicine for insomnia. I'm also going to put in a referral for the OB/GYN. You'll start to see them for your pregnancy checkups."
Still stunned by the new information, you struggled to hold in your own joy as you clasped your hands tightly around your husband and squeezed. How nice it will be to have a miniature version of your partner while he is gone long hours flying.
"Alright, that's done. The two of you are free to go and celebrate if you have no more questions," the doctor conveyed. With that, Kise did not need to be told twice, as he was rushing the two of you out of there.
He's practically dragging you outside and toward his car. "Baby! Babies! Hehe, we're going to have the cutest baby!" He giggles with that massive grin.
It's infectious, and you struggle to hold down your own smile. "We are going to have the cutest baby ever."
Agreeing with your remark, he opened the passenger side door and ushered to you. However, once you sit down, he's already leaning over to buckle you up himself. "Ryouta, I can do it myself. I'm not disabled."
"I know~." He stretches his words before kissing you on the lips and then on your nose. "I just feel like I need to step up and be the most amazing husband and soon-to-be father. And I get the excuse to dote on you in the meantime."
You feel the strain in your cheeks as you smile again, with warmth blossoming on your face. "Oh geez, you can be so cute sometimes."
"No, you." He refuted while crouching, his hands reaching to grasp your hand. Kissing the wedding ring on your finger, he meets your gaze with strong, unwavering eyes. "Not only do I get to have you as my wife, but now the mother of my child. This is so cool!"
Even though Kise can be overdramatic, loud, and overbearing, he is bright, bubbly, and a big ball of optimism. He was easy to love...and easy to get annoyed with, too, but it was even more challenging to be mad at him. Either way, you loved him with all your heart. Now, your family of two will be three in nine months.
To think you'd be a mother already, phew, was still a little shocking, but it was still extremely prideful. You get to have this lovingly amazing man's baby.
You must have had an affectionate expression on your face, considering your husband couldn't help but lean up and kiss your lips tenderly. He tasted like coffee cake. "All buckled up, mommy~." Kise sang before making his way to his side of the car."
Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your ankles. "Don't be cringe."
"It's in my nature." He rebutted while turning on the car and pulling out of his parking spot. "Ouu! I can't wait until I tell everyone at basketball. Especially my co-pilots. They're gonna be so jealous!"
"Oh, I'm sure." You mused and reached over to hold his free hand. "You'll be a great father, Ryouta."
He peeked over at you, his face blushing softly as he grinned again and returned his vision to the road. "I love you so damn much."
"I love you too, you silly man."
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✦ "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."
It's taking forever to get your results back from the doctor. You honestly should have gone home instead of agreeing to wait. You don't have all the time in the world to just sit around and bide your time just to be told what kind of sickness you have.
It would have been so much easier if your husband, who was an accomplished doctor, could give you a check-up himself. However, his fear of germs and your coughing quite literally had him push you away and set up an appointment for you on his computer.
And, of course, on the day of, he was called in, so you had to go alone, which made you even more annoyed. Now you're just here, lying on the examination table with your fingers tapping on your own arm. It just so happened that even your phone had died, so now you have nothing but your own rambling thoughts to fill the time.
However, you will admit that it is nice to have a break from the Oha Asa radio station blaring from Midorima's office at home.
You loved that man and all his quirks, but sometimes, they did get bothersome if you were already on your last nerve.
Abprutly, there was a knock at the door that spurred you to fling up and fix your sitting position. Your doctor came in with a smile, though you couldn't hide your surprise when she was followed in by your husband.
"Shintarou?" You called and rubbed at your arms anxiously. "Is everything okay?"
The basil-headed man attempted to speak, yet he tripped over his words, which compelled the blush on his face to grow in hue.
Your doctor sighed and pushed him aside as she met your gaze. "Great news! You're pregnant, Midorima-san!"
With your mouth falling agape, you thrust your head forward as your heart skipped a beat. "You have to be joking with me. What's really wrong?"
The two doctors gave each other a side-eyed look before glancing back at you. "We are serious, (Y/n)." Your husband stated. "Your bloodwork proves that you are p-pregnant." He tripped over his words with the ruddiness on his cheeks darkening.
"Oh." You muttered, slouching in your seat with your gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh." Once your brain started working, you pointed an accusing finger at the emerald-eyed man. "This is all your fault, ya' damn green bean!"
"(Y/n), please, not here." Midorima pleaded with his hands raised.
You could only 'hmph' to yourself while crossing your arms beneath your bust. "Now I have to be disabled for nine months. I won't be able to bend over or even tie my own shoes. And I'm going to get so fat."
The doctor laughed while she wrote something on a piece of paper. "It gets easier with time. I'll leave you two alone for now, but I'll give you this paper with your prescription and appointment date." She handed it over and congratulated you both once more before leaving the room.
Midorima cleared his throat as you stared at him with a brow raised. Your finger was tapping impassionately as your legs swung. "I-I'll call Takao to take you home." He murmured without meeting your gaze.
You hummed in response, glaring right at his head. He appeared to have more he wanted to say yet struggled to relay them. Instead of wasting both of your time, he turned around and grasped the handle yet stalled like a statue.
Slowly, he turned back to face you and bit into his bottom lip. "I...I am delighted that we get to grow our family." Your glare fell in an instant at his words. "There's no one I'd rather be married to or have be the mother to my child."
At that moment, your annoyance had dispersed with the realization that you would really be growing your soulmate's baby within you. A child shared between your love will be here in nine months and will be loved wholeheartedly by their father.
Midorima has a lot of love to give, and you can be sure that your child will only know what a loving household is like.
"Sweet talker." You jib and release your crossed arms to help push yourself off the examination table. "I know you'll be a great father." Your hands found his waist as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him on the lips. "We can talk more about this later.
Even his nose looked bright pink as he shifted his gaze away bashfully. "Please do not tease me at work."
He knew from the very beginning - he is down bad. It may not have been at first glance, but each conversation with you made his heart flutter more and more, to the point where he began to consider seeing a doctor, worried about possible cardiovascular disease. He was quick to notice you didn’t feel the same way about him, but it was fine. For the time being, simply being by your side was enough. Being able to see you surprised, angry, annoyed, happy, flustered, was all making him fulfilled. He was patient: he knew that if he just won you over, step by step, in the end you would love him back and he would be able to give you the whole world, just to make sure you were happy.
At some point he noticed that the way you behaved around him and others was different. He pretended not to see the subtle glances or the way you got flustered. At first he thought it was a nuance, the way you were always there when he needed you. He promised himself he would treat you coldly, so as not to give you false hope.
But to his own surprise, he couldn’t bear to see you smile like that around anyone else. He couldn’t stop this throbbing in his heart whenever he caught another guy giving you the treatment you deserved. He felt like a complete idiot - before he even realised it, he was craving your attention, your adorable, nervous face and, what he'd never admit, he couldn't stop thinking about your smile before he fell asleep. Why did it take him so long to realise how much he was in love with you?
You knew the outfit was a mistake the second you stepped inside. A low cut tank top and shorts, gold necklace dangling against your collarbone, the inferno that was going on lately was just too much.
Your eyes immediately found Kagami already seated on the couch in Aomine’s bedroom, arms crossed, red shirt loose on his frame, and his legs spread like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He glanced up when you entered—and then did a double take, clearly not expecting you to show up looking like that.
You stared back with the exact same silent energy.
The bedroom was dimly lit, a soft blue from the LED strip running above Aomine’s desk, and the TV was already playing. Some god-awful thriller flickered across the screen—overacted, over-scored, under-budgeted.
Aomine was lounging beside Kagami, legs kicked up on the low table. His eyes flicked to you with a cocky grin. “Took you long enough.”
You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, dropping your bag by the corner before sitting down on the couch. You left space between yourself and both of them, but somehow Aomine still managed to lean just a little too close. You could feel his arm behind your back, his leg casually brushing yours and your lips curled slightly with irritation. After about fifteen minutes of silent sitting from just watching the film, you exhaled—bored.
“Okay,” you muttered. “This is terrible. Do either of you have actual taste?”
Kagami cleared his throat. “I brought a game.”
Aomine snorted. “Let me guess. Uno?”
Kagami ignored him and pulled out a card deck from his bag—black and red with golden lettering across the box. “Twenty Questions or something. It’s like Truth or Dare, gets people talking.”
Aomine raised a brow. “Gets people fighting, more like.”
You leaned forward and took the deck from Kagami’s hand. “Honestly? I’m desperate enough to give it a shot.”
Aomine shrugged. “Fine by me.”
None of you noticed Aomine slip a couple of other cards into the deck while you were shuffling the half in your hand.
Five rounds in, the game was mostly harmless. It wasn’t until Kagami pulled a card and paused that the air shifted. He stared at it, blinked then frowned hard.
You hovered over. “What does it say?”
Kagami glanced at you, red creeping up his neck and Aomine smirked.
“Kiss the person to your left,” he muttered, voice tight.
You stared.
You were to his left.
You closed your eyes, and then slowly brought your palm to your forehead, sighing. “You have got to be—”
“I’ll do it,” Kagami blurted and you froze, unsure.
“…If you want to?” Kagami added and looked like his head might explode, but his eyes were locked on yours, steady and serious now, like he’d made up his mind and there was no backing out.
You straightened slowly, studying him. His eyes flickered to your lips once—then back to your eyes.
And then he leaned forward and kissed you. It was chaste, barely any pressure at all and his lips were warm and gentle, like he was hesitant. Unsure on what was okay, what was fine to cross the line. Despite this, his kiss lingered and your initial thoughts on the two began fading, your eyelids closing without your permission.
The moment broke with a loud, theatrical scoff.
“That’s it?” Aomine said, grinning like the devil.
Kagami pulled back, flushing deeply. “Shut up.”
“Nah,” Aomine said, already hovering over the table toward you. “Lemme show you how it’s really done.”
You blinked, still flustered from the kiss. “What—”
Before you could finish, Aomine’s hand found your wrist, fingers light but firm, pulling you toward him. He looked at you—really looked—his eyes trailing from your eyes to your nose to your mouth like he was mapping out his path before taking it.
“You cool with this?” he asked, voice low. You hesitated but your hormones didn't, tingling with anticipation.
“…Yeah.” And then he kissed you. Aomine kissed like he meant it. With an open mouth and slow drag of his lips, his tongue brushed yours, and your breath caught before your palms pressed flat against his chest, to push him away or keep him close, you didn’t know. You melted into it for a second too long.
When you broke apart, breathless, the room felt smaller.
Kagami scoffed. “That was sloppy.”
“Oh?” Aomine leaned back with a lazy smile. “Jealous?”
“You wish.”
Aomine chuckled, licking his bottom lip where your gloss had smudged. “Want me to teach you, Kagami?” You were oddly quiet. Your breath caught in your throat and you flicked between the two of them.
You didn’t feel like you had the upper hand anymore, that’s for sure. Clearing your throat once, then twice, you reach over, murmuring, “my turn,” and for the first time—your voice actually cracked. You snatched a card from the pile, not looking at either of them as you flipped over. The silence was broken only by the soft hum of the TV still running behind you. Your eyes scanned the text and you blinked.
“Sit on the tallest person in the room for a minute.” You read slowly and you felt your jaw clench. Gaze narrowed, your head spun to glare at Kagami who was already turning red, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Where the hell did you get these cards?”
“Uh...my captain. I didn't know they had that type of stuff.”
“Sure you didn't,” you said, card still in hand. You heard Aomine laugh at you outright, head tipping back. “C’mon princess, gotta play fair."
You sighed heavily, looking between them. It was obvious who was taller. You slumped a little and you muttered under your breath. Then, with the grace of a reluctant queen, you crawled across the plush floor of Aomine’s bedroom and planted yourself onto his lap.
Facing Kagami.
The second your thighs straddled Aomine’s, his hands instinctively found your waist. Not greedy—just firm. His thumbs brushed over your sides, and you felt your breath stutter, even as you kept your face blank. Kagami, seated directly across from you, was visibly fighting for composure. His hand twitched against the carpet.
Aomine smirked behind you. “Comfortable?” You didn’t dignify it with an answer.
Kagami grabbed a card before the minute could even begin, his movements brisk and irritated. “My turn.” Even though it wasn’t. He flipped it, eyebrows drawing together in a dark scowl as he read it. Then froze.
“What’s it say?” Aomine asked lazily, clearly enjoying himself. Kagami hesitated. Then muttered lowly, “Give the person with the longest hair a… hickey.”
Your brows arched. “You’re joking.” You glanced at Kagami. His face had gone full crimson, ears pink to the tips. Your hair fell just past your collarbone, loose from the heat of the room and the tension. The neckline of your top dipped, leaving a perfect canvas along the curve of your neck.
Aomine was already chuckling. “Come on, man. You’re redder than a damn tomato.”
Kagami glared. “Shut up.”
You sighed and slid off of Aomine’s lap, crawling across the short distance between them, then shifting so you were seated just in front of Kagami.
You pulled your hair back with one hand and tilted your chin up slightly, exposing the side of your neck to him.
“Go ahead, Kagami or are you chicken again?” Aomine drawled.
“Enough Aomine,” you said, voice like cut glass. You turned your eyes back to Kagami.
“I’m letting you,” you added, quiet but firm. He leaned forward slowly, hesitating once just before his lips brushed the slope of your neck. You could feel the heat of his breath before anything else. Then, he kissed and again, lower. And finally—he pressed a firmer kiss, letting his lips linger. His teeth grazed, gently, before he bit down just enough to make your pulse jump. You sucked in a breath.
A small sound escaped you, barely a hum but it was enough to make the other man click his tongue.
“I’m getting fomo,” he muttered, shifting from behind.
You had just started pulling away from Kagami when Aomine’s hand found your chin, turning your face toward him—and suddenly his mouth was on yours again, kissing you like the moment owed him something. This kiss was deeper than the last, more desperate. Your breath caught, but your mouth responded before your brain could stop it.
You didn’t know how this game escalated this quick, all you know is you suddenly found yourself on your knees, the carpet rough under your legs as you looked up at them—Aomine towering with that lazy smirk, and Kagami awkwardly avoiding your eyes, his cheeks flushed deep crimson.
The redhead pretending to study the wall turned his head and Aomine—well being him wasn’t so subtle, gaze dipping to your bare chest before locking eyes with you, a flash of smug satisfaction crossing his features. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Can I stand now?”
Aomine nudged Kagami with his elbow. He responded by sighing irritably, looking at the clock. “Nope, you still got time,” he muttered.
You exhaled through your nose, head dropping as your fingers drummed endlessly on your thighs. Aomine tilted his head slightly, amusement dancing in his expression.
“You don’t look bad like this,” he said, voice rich with teasing, “Actually kind of cute—suits you.” He proceeded to then nudge Kagami again.
Kagami frowned. "What are you-"
But then he glanced down at you, and something shifted in his face. Slowly, a grin started to pull at his lips, like he hated to admit it. "He's right. As much as I hate agreeing with this guy."
You scowled and smacked Kagami's hand away when he reached to pat your head. "Fuck off," you snapped, looking to the side to hide the way your heartbeat stuttered. That touch had done more than you wanted to admit.
"Babe," Aomine murmured with a laugh, "your thighs are tensing."
You didn't answer, but started to rise—only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you back down. Aomine wasn't smiling anymore. His expression had darkened with something heavier.
You shot him a glare, then turned that same heat on Kagami—until you finally noticed the tension in both of them. Your eyes dropped, and your lips curved upward into a sly, slow grin.
"Oh? You two are really this easy?" you asked, voice sugary and mocking. "All it takes is a pair of tits and you're this hard?”
Kagami flushed deeper but didn't hide himself.
Aomine shrugged with a crooked smirk.
"Can't blame us," he said. "But the real question is... what are you gonna do about it?"
You leaned back slightly, gaze flicking between them. The clock ticked past your time limit but you didn't move. A spark lit in your eyes, something wild and wicked tempting you from the inside.
"Nothing," you said smoothly—but your tone suggested otherwise.
You crawled forward just slightly, palm trailing up the inside of Aomine's thigh, eyes locked with his. His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in the air as Kagami took a half-step closer, caught in the gravity of your pull, straight into your face.
"I'm just horny, don’t think much of it.” you grunt under your breath like it was a warning-to them, or to yourself, like you weren’t sure. In no matter of seconds—Kagami was bare, flushed, his cock twitching right near your face, eyes wide with disbelief at just how far this had gone, and how you let it.
"You're actually—fuck," Kagami muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, like the sight of you between them had short-circuited him.
"Don't get shy now," you smirked, hand wrapping around the base of his dick without warning. He hissed out a breath through his teeth, his head dropping as your grip tightened just enough to make him twitch again.
Beside you, Aomine's hips rolled forward lazily, letting you feel the weight of him pressed against your palm. "Keep teasing like that," he muttered into the air, voice low and dripping,
"and I'll make sure you're the one begging."
You laughed-genuine, amused, wild. "Who said I wasn’t already?” Then you spat into your palm, dragged it over Kagami's length without breaking eye contact. The sound he let out wasn't even human. His hips jerked forward once, just once, and you rewarded it with a little twist of your wrist. You heard a small tsk from Aomine and you smiled, pulling his sweatpants down.
"Easy," you teased. "I've got two hands for a reason." You reached and found Aomine's cock next, hot and heavy and already leaking. He groaned when you gripped him, his breath hitching as he buried his face in his shoulder, trying to keep composure.
"Fuck," he muttered, "Imagine what your mouth's gonna do."
You didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer—you just leaned away and licked a slow stripe up Kagami's shaft. He cursed, both hands flying to your shoulders, like if he didn't anchor himself, he might lose it right there.
You took him into your mouth-slow, deliberate, letting him feel every inch of heat and spit and tongue. His head fell back with a broken moan, muscles shaking with restraint.
“Look at you go,” Aomine teased, bucking his hips into your palm. You didn't answer—mouth too full. But you lifted your hand and gave him a slow stroke anyway, twisting your wrist just right, feeling him twitch against your palm.
"Get up,” Aomine muttered, voice rough. You were flipped on the bed before you could blink—Kagami's hands guiding you to your hands and knees, his fingers lingering like he didn't want to let go. Aomine was behind you in a flash, kneeling between your thighs like he'd waited all damn day for it. In front of you, Kagami was kneeling as well, shirtless, chest rising and falling like he was holding back. His eyes were locked on yours, jaw clenched. You could tell he hated seeing you on someone else’s bed, especially his bed.
“So where is this going now?” Kagami asked, voice flat, but laced with heat, eyes drifting from your eyes to your chest.
Behind you, Aomine leaned down, his voice brushing your ear. “I think she’s smart enough to figure it out.”The air between the three of you was thick. No one said what they really wanted to say directly. You were caught between two storms—Kagami’s burning stare and Aomine’s lazy possessiveness. And you didn’t want to back down from either.
“You two are exhausting, stop talking as if I’m dumb,” you muttered, eyes flicking between them. Aomine chuckled low behind you. “Then why’re you still here?”
“Because I’m curious,” You shifted slightly, legs tingling from their bent position, which only pushed you further against Aomine's cock. He let out a sharp whistle. You bit your lip and sighed, already regretting how badly you wanted this, but the heat between your legs was louder than your pride.
"Sure you are,” Aomine grinned into your neck. "Don’t kid sweetheart, turns you on being between us like this doesn’t it?”
Kagami said something under his breath, then leaned in, the line of sight between your eyes and his cock undeniable. "Ignore him," he muttered. "Just...continue sucking me."
“Okay, Kagami.”
You kissed slowly along his V-line, your hand wrapping around him—thick, warm, heavy and still wet from your spit. His breath caught and Aomine hummed behind you, lazily grinding his length between your thighs, smearing your slick along himself without going in. "Atta girl," Aomine murmured. "Give us a performance."
Kagami looked down at you, embarrassed, but too hard to stop you. His cheeks burned as your fingers stroked him, slow and reverent. You tapping his tip on your tongue, watching the way his body shuddered. Aomine leaned over you, one hand still gripping your hip as he glanced down at the lace panties crumpled on the floor. "Lace?" he scoffed. "You did know what you were doing."
You moaned around Kagami's cock, the sound muffled, needy. You hollowed your cheeks and watched him try to stay composed—and fail. Drool slid down your chin as you pulled off with a wet pop, then licked your lips and smiled. "I can't wait anymore," you said breathlessly.
"Kagami, you go first."
Aomine scoffed. "Why don't / get to go first?"
"Because you talk too much," you muttered, then added, "And I doubt either of you wants your dicks touching inside me, right?" You lay back against Aomine's thighs, your legs spreading shamelessly. Your body glistened, already soaked. He knew—knew down to the gut—that this view of you would’ve been perfect if not for the way tanned hands were roaming across your breasts like they belonged there, and Aomine’s mouth slotted against yours shamelessly.
"Well? Fuck her before I do," Aomine said smugly, pulling away with gloss and spit smeared over him.
Kagami grunted, grabbed your legs, and pushed them apart to kneel between them. He dragged himself along your slit, spreading the mess, and you exhaled, breathless.
"Get it over with already," you tried to say, but the words broke apart little by little when he pressed into you, slow and thick. The stretch forced your mouth open and your hand gripped Aomine’s thigh as you groaned. Your body twisted—Kagami fucking you deep and slow. The heat—of him and the sun—was overwhelming. The sounds of skin meeting skin, your gasps, their ragged breaths filling the room. Aomine watched you fall apart, his face unreadable except for the tension in his jaw.
"Shit," he said quietly. He wasn’t going to let his rival beat him this time. Once was excusable—barely. But twice? Never. The moment your quiet gasps turned into breathless moans for a second too long, he dragged his palm across your collarbone, chest, stomach—reaching to press low, tantalising touches onto your clit. "She's not loud enough, Kagami."
"Shut up," Kagami snapped, but his hips sped up.
You moaned out, voice boosted a little louder. "Right there, Kaga..."
Aomine rolled his thumb over your clit, smirking as your thighs twitched. "C'mon, Kagami. I’ve heard her sing louder at practice than this." Your brows furrowed, lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to block them out—focused on your pleasure.
Kagami gritted his teeth, looking down on you “ Don't worry about him, just focus on me."
But his focus cracked the second you gasped, trembling under Aomine's touch as his fingers increasingly moved over you.
"Don't rub too fast Aomine," you panted. "I'm gonna-"
"Did you hear that?" Aomine teased. "She called my name, not yours.”
"Yeah, and who's actually inside her?" Kagami snapped, adjusting his angle to go deeper. Aomine smirked, that cocky, unbothered kind—the kind that said he’d already won. Then, he dipped his head and bit lightly at the curve of your neck, fingers slowling slightly.
“You know…” he muttered, just loud enough for Kagami to hear, “if I was the one doing the job, she would’ve been satisfied by now.”
Kagami’s jaw clenched. His eyes shut for a second, breath heavy and ragged through his nose before— he let go of your thigh and swung.
You gasped but the punch never landed. Aomine leaned back, easily dodging it, lips still curved like he was enjoying every second of this. The problem came when the motion shoved you forward slightly—folded in half between them and your moan breaking in half—Kagami’s cock slipping out from inside you.
"Thanks a lot, you fucking hotheads," you said weakly, approaching orgasm gone.
Kagami glared. "Let's switch if you're so confident."
“Of course.” Aomine flipped you easily, laying you on your stomach with your ass arched up. He rubbed himself through your slick again, lining up. You glanced back and blinked—he was thick.
Stupidly thick, how you didn’t really notice while jerking him off was beyond you.
"Bigger, right?" he said, cocky. You rolled your eyes, about to answer—but Kagami grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open.
"Fuck you look so good for me,” Kagami whispered, brushing your lips with his thumb.
"For us," Aomine corrected, smirking at the two pairs of eyes that rolled back so far into their heads at him, it was almost synchronized. Kagami chose to kiss you, tongue deep, possessive, fighting to kick him out. You whimpered against his mouth, bits of pride unraveling with every second.
“Sorry, can’t wait any longer.” Then, without warning, Aomine pulled your hips back and slid in—hot, deep, slow. Your moan was muffled in Kagami's mouth. Kagami sat up in front of you again, stroking himself slowly, watching your face twist with every thrust Aomine delivered.
"Open up,” Kagami said, voice dark, needy.
You didn't hesitate.
Your mouth parted, tongue out, spit already dripping from your lips and Kagami easily slid back in, groaning as you wrapped your lips around him like you'd been starving for it. Your moans were muffled, guttural. Each time Aomine thrust in, it made your lips sink further down Kagami's cock. You were forced to gag and drool further—but you kept going, eyes rolling when Kagami grabbed your hair, using it to guide your rhythm.
"Filthy girl," Aomine murmured behind you. "Taking dick in both ends after all the denying you’d never be with one of us."
Kagami chuckled breathlessly, sweat glistening at his temples. "You hear how wet she is? Shit— she loves this."
Aomine reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing with slow, devastating circles that made your legs tremble. Kagami stared down at you, his cock twitching in your throat, your lips wrapped tight, your jaw aching—and still you kept moaning. Then Aomine leaned over, breath against your ear. "Say it," he growled. "Tell us you fucking love it."
You pulled off Kagami's cock with a wet gasp, panting, spit stringing from your lip to his tip.
"Nah, you guys love it.” you rasped. Both of their heads tilted slightly, lips twitching into smirks. Still standing on business, still in ‘control’, even though they’d reduced you to this. Kagami wiped your lip with his thumb gently, then shoved himself right back into your mouth. "Not done."
Aomine groaned, picking up the pace, thrusts hitting harder, deeper. "Choke on him—fuck.” You reached back blindly, fingers digging into Aomine's thigh as you choked on Kagami again. Your legs were shaking. Every part of you was shaking. And you knew you were close—so damn close. "I—fuck—I'm gonna-" you tried to say, voice strangled and muffled between moans and movement and their dicks.
Their eyes trailed across you slowly.
Kagami's jaw clenched as he watched the bounce of your ass with every roll of Aomine's hips, the slap of skin echoing off the walls.
Aomine, in contrast, was lazily enthralled by your mouth, watching your lips stretched around Kagami's length, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing, your throat working like it was made to take him.
You were a mess, and they were feeding off it—off each other.
Most men would be tense in this kind of scene. Competitive. Jealous. But Aomine just smirked, eyes dragging over Kagami's chest, his arms flexing where they braced above your head, his face twisted in restraint.
"Can't believe how quick you folded," Aomine said, voice rough and low, watching you without shame. "Not even half an hour ago you were mouthing off like we couldn't handle you."
You pulled off Kagami's cock, till his tip pressed on your swollen lips, drool slipping down your chin. "Still can't," you rasped. "I'm doing most of the work."
Kagami groaned, biting back a laugh. "You're unbelievable."
Aomine leaned forward slightly, his hand still gripping your waist. He wasn't looking at you now—his gaze was on Kagami. "That outfit was screaming fuck me. She knew what she was doing."
Kagami narrowed his eyes, bracing harder against the mattress. "What the hell are you staring at?"
Aomine smirked. "The veins in your neck," he murmured. "The way you're about to lose it." He was closer now, breath brushing Kagami's jaw, their tension spiking in the air.
You pulled back from Kagami completely, coughing softly, eyes flicking between them. "Oh, for fuck's sake," you muttered. "Just kiss already."
Kagami glared down at you. "Use your mouth properly."
But Aomine's hand didn't move from Kagami's shoulder. And before either of you could say another word, his fingers threaded between his hair on the nape of his neck.
“Shit—you gonna kiss me?” Kagami joked lightly, but his lips parted as if he anticipated it and Aomine tugged him forward, with a soft nod.
The kiss was soft. Kagami's eyes widened, breath stolen right from his chest. But he didn't pull away. He leaned in, and the tension snapped like a rubber band—sharp and hot. Their mouths moved, tongues brushing like they'd been thinking about it far too long.
You blinked, stunned.
“That was…” You trailed as they broke apart just slightly, still close enough to breathe each other in, eyes locked in something hotter than rivalry now. Then Aomine looked down at you, lips wet and curved.
"You gonna keep watching, or get back to work?" he said lazily. And just like that, Kagami shoved back into your mouth without another word, groaning like he needed it more than air. Aomine's hands were already roaming again, fingers between your legs, pressing against your slick heat like he was claiming the rest of you.
They didn’t need to say much.
That kiss said everything.
It knocked down the last of the tension between them—and you. Aomine finally pulled out with a low growl, his cock slapping against your ass, soaked with your slick. He gripped himself tight, pumping hard, watching you get used like a toy by Kagami.
"Fuck—look at you,” Aomine groaned deep in his chest, hips jerking forward uselessly before he gripped your ass with one hand and came in thick, hot ropes across your back, thighs, and that perfect ass of yours. You moaned around Kagami's cock at the sensation, the mess, the filth of it all.
"Shit—shit—“Kagami groaned, pulling back just in time to spill across your lips, your tongue, your chin. His thighs shook. "Take it—just like that, fuck-" You did. You sat there, panting, covered—mouth open, jaw slack, cum smeared across your skin like a trophy.
The room fell into a heavy silence, just breathing. The hum of the AC. The creak of the bed under shifting weight of three people. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, slow, dramatic, and looked up at the two of them with a raised brow.
"That's it?" you said, voice raspy, mocking. "All that and I still didn't get an orgasm?"
The boys exchanged a glance, smug and dangerous.
Aomine leaned in. "You don't like us, remember?"
"Finish yourself off," Kagami added with a smirk.
You opened your mouth to protest—but Aomine was already between your legs, tongue flicking expertly, and Kagami's fingers curled inside you, drawing gasps from your throat.
Your orgasm hit like a wave, your body trembling as you slumped deeper into the bed.
You missed the moment Kagami stuck his fingers into Aomine's mouth, sucking lazily before they both leaned back, smooshing you between their sweaty bodies.
"You satisfied?" Kagami asked, voice husky.
You smirked through the afterglow. "I don't know. I still don't like you guys that much.”
Aomine grinned, “Then maybe…we just need to try harder.” Hands on your waist, on your neck, in your hair. Warm mouths pressing slow, hungry kisses to your skin—your cheek, your collarbone, the corner of your lips. The real adventure was about to begin.
cw: THESE ARE PORN LINKS that need an 18+ twitter/x account to access. fingering, piv, oralm!f!, masturbation, semi public, risky,manhandling, raw, overstim, tit sucking, blindfold (mind u half of these are from kuroko) manger!wife!gf!freshman!wlwtropes p links
a/n: two day streak? im on a roll here GoM ver.
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𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢
01. Fucking in the bathroom
02. Training camps were never for him, how he's missed you, your moans, squirms, body, and the feel of your cunt tightening on his length. Nothing can stop him when he's in this state, not even you.
03. Kagami gets home HUNGRY after practice. He sees you there lying down on your phone; not even a hello, just falls to his knees and begins to feast.
04. You can hear the team shouting your names, looking for the two of you, but Kagami doesn't care; he has his hands on your waist, preventing you from getting up.
"kaga—mhm....kagami they're looking f'us.."
✦
"Shit—let 'em look. You ain't going anywhere till I'm done with ya"
want more kagami?
𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨
01. Sitting on Kuroko's face
02. Tit sucking + blindfold
03. Overstimulating you with his fingers
04. That was the sight, pro!Kuroko saw when he got home. You hadn't even realized he was home, and he didn't dare interrupt you moaning his name—touching yourself imagining it's his fingers.
05. Foreplay with Kuroko, and he is so painfully slow, just to tease you.
"Haven't even touched you properly, look how wet your panties are..."
"don't tell me you’re about to cum from my fingers."
06. Kuroko is shameless in what he wants. Coming home after a long day, all he wants is to stick his face between your thighs, not caring about ridicule or having to beg; he's into it.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐲ū𝐠𝐚
01. In the cramped space of a gym storage closet
02. Post-practice, Hyuga's patience is already stretched thin, now he has to put in that annoying rubber? He just can't do it. He's going in raw.
03. Hyuga can barely think, his face completely red, glasses keep falling on, and dick is so hard. He's so flustered his childhood crush begged for his cock he keeps missing. (trust when he gets over the awkwardness its over for you babes)
04. Hyuga didn't even hesitate when he saw your text.
'My parents aren't home, wanna hang out?'
He was already at your door, and he was fast putting you on your knees
05. Fucking your upperclassman in the science lab
𝐓𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
01. Who would have thought coming over to your wholesome boyfriend just to study for finals would end up like this?
02. You two just made up after a huge argument. You told him that you were sorry and that you just missed touching him, and all he said
"Why don’t you touch me now?"
03. He’d been patient all week—watching you tease, stretch in tiny shorts, and flirt with others like you didn’t know what you were doing. Even an iron heart like Kiyoshi's snaps sometimes.
04. Kiyoshi could be so hesitant sometimes, crying he doesn't want to hurt you. But the minute he's in that pussy, his instinct takes over, and he is shamelessly rough.
-Bros the type of guy to think, no believe full heartedly that you’re the most ethereal being in the word admiring you whenever he has the chance to
Cw: kinda spicy? Idk..just neck kissing bro.
* There you were, leaning back against the frame of the double bed you usually slept on.
* Your attention was glued to your phone, occasionally chuckling at something amusing you found on your feed.
* However, you weren’t alone on that cozy mattress.
* Another figure was nestled beside you, seemingly in a deep sleep—or so you thought.
* Unbeknownst to you, the figure who appeared to be dozing was actually wide awake, quietly watching you.
* you felt a gentle shift in the bed as he propped himself up and rested his head on your shoulder.
* Initially taken aback at first, due to you expecting him to be asleep, you quickly brushed off the surprise, paying no mind to it.
* returning to your aimless scrolling through your phone, you felt a light kiss being pressed onto your shoulder.
* It’s not that you minded nor was it not unwelcomed.
* you just found yourself curious where this sudden affection was coming from..
* “You good babe? Thought you were tired..”
* You could feel a gentle buzz on your skin from the soft sound he made to agree.
* He was worn out, but still wanted to be with you.
* It was pretty cute..
* “You don’t have to stay up for my sake y’know?..”
* You sort of felt bad.
* He must have been stirred awake by the laughter you were letting out while watching those videos on your phone...
* You could feel him mumble softly into your skin
* “..jus wanna see your face..”
* You noticed him slightly raise his head from your shoulder as you turned to face him, feeling a bit flustered by his directness.
* You really wanted to believe it, but deep down, you knew he was only awake because you were being loud.
* Maybe it was just his drowsiness, but to him, you were the most stunning person he’d ever seen, like you were crafted by the gods…almost as if you were made just for him.
* In that moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive as the two of you simply gazed into each other's eyes.
* He chose to break the silence by gently placing his hand on your cheek and leaning in to give you a tender kiss.
* Jesus you tasted just as good as you looked..
* He craved more. yearned for more.
* More of this incredible feeling.
* More of your lips.
* More of you.
* He wanted you. And he needed you badly.
* His kiss grew even more intense as he gently guided his hand to the back of your head, holding you close.
* You instinctively responded, resting your hands on either side of his face.
* It was surprising how someone who’d apparently never been in a relationship before could be such an incredible kisser.
* The kiss lingered on until you both found yourselves breathless.
* He finally pulled back, soft breaths escaping his lips as your eyes met.
* “Sorry..I can’t help myself, you look so beautiful...”
* You couldn’t help the small flutter in you chest at his words.
* You hadn’t really done anything special for yourself that night, just your usual skincare routine, but there he was, looking at you like you were the most stunning thing on the planet.
* You felt your mouth go a bit dry, unsure of what to say, while your phone played a video in the background.
* He pulled you in for another kiss, but this time he laid you back flat, his arms framing your head.
* For someone who was meant to be exhausted, he certainly had an abundance of energy.
* His kisses began to wonder from your lips to your chin, then your jaw, and eventually down to your neck.
* He took his time, savouring every inch of your face, ensuring no part went unnoticed before leaning in close to your ear and planting a soft kiss on your earlobe, a small desperate whine leaving his mouth.
* “..please baby..I need you.”
* Who were you to deny him of his needs?
* I mean you made him like this..
* The things you do to this man.
Characters I had in mind while writing this:
REIGEN (mob psycho 100)
KUROKO, kagami, Akashi (kuroko’s basketball)
Rengoku, TENGEN, Giyuu (demon slayer)
KAGEYAMA, TANAKA, nishinoya, akaashi, BOKUTO, hajime, osamu, kita (haikyuu)
