Love, Bella

The sound of rain woke you, soft drumming on your rooftop as thunder rumbled in the distance. You shivered, a response to the cool air as you pulled the blankets up higher, snuggling in deeper as your eyes fluttered shut again. 

“Morning.” The word was mumbled, slurred with sleep as the figure next to you stirred and shifted closer. A giant arm slung over your stomach, as your boyfriend pulled you back into his side. 

You hum in response, nuzzling closer to his body. “Morning.” You repeat back, pressing a chaste kiss to his skin in appreciation of the furnace he was. It had been too long since you had last spent the night together with him traveling throughout the nation for away games. 

His fingers ran gentle circles on your shoulder blade, tracing little patterns of nothing as you both laid in silence together, 

Your eyes flickered open, tilting your head up to stare up at him through your lashes as he paused in response. “What’s wrong, my love?”

You blushed, cheeks heating up as you smiled gently at him as you pushed yourself up towards him. He smiled in amusement as he met your lips with his. 

“Nothing, just missed you.” You muttered back as you pulled away from this kiss.

He hummed in response, reaching to press his lips against your forehead as he hummed in response. “I’m here now.” He promised, and you smiled in response as you lifted up to look at him. 

“Yeah you are,” you responded, leaning your head into his hand as it came up to cup your cheek gently. You turned your head in, kissing his palm even as he brought it underneath your chin, pulling you up towards him again.

His lips slotted against yours gently, pressing firmly into yours for a moment

The shiver that ran down your spine was anything but cold as he coaxed you up higher into the bed towards him. 

“Is this okay?” His words were whispered against your lips, as his hands trailed lower down your side.

You nodded, “Yeah, of course Wakatoshi.” You responded in between kisses, “Please keep touching me.” 

You could feel as he smiled into the kiss, his fingers running against your hips. “I can do that.” 

You giggled in response to his words as he quickly nipped at your lower lip. You sucked in a sharp breath as he gripped your hips with both hands, groping at your body for a moment. A squeak left your lips as he quickly flipped you over, shifting your positions in bed. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He mumbled absentmindedly as he observed your body underneath him.

You flushed at his intense gaze, starting to curl up under his scrutiny in embarrassment despite the fact he had seen you naked numerous times before. However, as if he could sense your shyness he caught your wrists in his hands holding them away. “Don’t hide from me, beautiful.” he scolded, “Trust me. You’re perfect.” 

He moved your wrists up towards the headboard, tapping them gently as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Be good for me, and keep them here.”

You smiled in response, turning your head to catch his lips with yours in a gentle peck before he moved lower. His lips ghosted gently across your nipple for a moment, before he blew on them letting them pebble up underneath his contact. 

With one hand, he gently pinched at your chest, pulling at your nipple even as you whimpered. “So good for me.” He purred out, his lips wrapping around the other. 

Your soft gasp is hardly lost as you arch up into his mouth, a soft whisper of his name falling from your lips as you reach for his head forgetting his previous request in favor of the pleasure lighting up your nerves.   

As your fingers curled in his hair, he nipped at your skin in response before he pulled up to glare lightly at you. “What did I say?”

You smiled sheepishly, letting your hands fall back to the bed as you pushed yourself up to kiss at his nose. “Sorry, just wanna touch you.” You purred back, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him down to lay across you. 

“Just wanna touch all of you.” You clarified as you met his lips with your own again. 

He laughed against you, body shaking gently as he pressed his body firmly against you. You could feel his own arousal as his hips involuntarily rolled against you, craving friction.

“Is that so?” He questioned even as he caught you in another kiss.

“Uh-huh.” 

His fingers ran down your side, drifting lower to slip between your legs as you gasped up into his mouth in response to the touch. “I can make that happen.” he promised, as he gently rubbed the bundle of nerves within your folds. 

“Please,” You responded breathily, “I’m ready already.” 

You could feel the soft ache in your hips, proof of your previous evening spent together.

“I don’t think you are,” He purred out, his fingers dipping lower to press inside of your cunt as you felt yourself arch up into his touch. 

“You feel…” he paused, curling his fingers up and swallowing your gasp in his mouth as he pressed his lips to yours, “Pretty tight still.”

“‘Toshi.” His name was strained, a plea, falling from your lips as your fingers dug into his shoulder blades. “Please.”

His eyes lit up as he watched you underneath him as he continued his playful stroking motion within your falls, seeing the reaction he managed to coax from your body with precision only he could have. 

“I know, baby. I know.” He crooned gently, leaning down to nip at your lower lip as you whined in response. “So good for me.” He pulled back, slipping his fingers out from you even as you let out a whine at the empty feeling. 

You always said he woke with the sun, rising long before you to leave tousled sheets and escape right as the sun’s rays flickered over the mountains on the horizon. If you were lucky, you would be able to rouse yourself from slumber, looking up at him as he hesitated at the doorway for only a moment before slipping out into the early morning to do stuff only the gods would know. 

He wouldn’t be back until later, the sun lighting up the room and forcing you to stir and turn away from the blinding light, but his laugh would always have you turning back. Staring up at him through bleary eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed, and ran his hand over your face gently. 

Staring up at him, framed by the sun, it was easy to see how lucky you were - how beautiful the man was, all lean muscle and golden skin. It was even easier to try and kiss his palm, coax him back into bed for a lazy day that you so craved but he only laughed. Tugging the sheet from your body, and your legs to the side as he forced you to wake.

He helped you get dressed in golden silk. Intracrit designs lacing the fabric, shimmering in the morning light as he twirls you around to admire your outfit he had gifted you. “I have a surprise.” He whispered in your ear, holding you close to him as he nudged your nose with his. “Will you follow me?”

Your agreement was pointless, you both knew you’d follow him to the depths of Tartarus if he asked. Yet you found yourself nodding anyways, catching his lips with yours as he smiled savoring your touch. He tasted of honeysuckle, reminding you of your childhood days - sweet and warm.

As always, he was the one to pull away from you, taking your hand in his as he led you through the building, out onto the streets and past the vineyard. No one noticed you like this, his presence was enough to keep people from looking if he didn’t want them to. 

The smell of salt was strong on the breeze as you both wandered towards the cliffs, the sun slowly rising in the sky. Your father’s cattle wandered nearby, careful of your presence yet just as interested in the man you stared at adoringly.

His path stopped at a tree bordering the cliffside, small flowers blooming from the protective branches offering you shade as he coaxed you underneath them to where a feast had been laid. Olives, and cheese are perfectly positioned with small honey cakes and fruits surrounding them with wine poured into two cups for the both of you. 

“It’s perfect,” you stated in response to his wordless question, his hand smoothing over the small of your back as he kissed your cheek gently. His hand nudged you forward, firm and guiding as he urged you to sit. He took his position beside you, grabbing one of the fruit slices as he lifted it to your lip, carefully feeding you it before he took a piece for himself.

On the horizon, the sun's reflection was blinding on the water. The lack of clouds caused you to turn away from the bright light but he had no such issue, staring out in somber silence at the reflection. Instead you turned your attention to him, staring up at the man as your eyes traced over his features.

As if he felt your eyes on him, he turned to look down at you. His mood switching as a blinding smile appeared on his face as he cheerfully asked what you were thinking, his hand coming to pull yours up to his lips so he could press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Can you play me a song?” The question was soft, but he heard it. Standing up he moved towards the base of the tree, picking up the lyre that had been propped against the tree before he returned to you. As his hands ran over the strings, plucking at them gently you found yourself picking up pieces of food, alternating between slipping them between your lips and offering it to the golden haired man. 

The gentle sounds of music filled the area, coaxing your eyelids to shut despite the sun still being high in the sky. As if he sensed your sleepiness he laughed, the sound filling you with more joy than the sounds of his music had as you quickly woke to soak it in as he set his instrument to the side. 

You took the hand he offered, scooting closer in the grass as he guided you to lay down snuggling into his arms. He gently pet at your skin, rubbing soft circles into your body as he held you to him in silence. The sun warmed the both of you, tanning your skin despite the shade provided to you from the laurel tree.

“I have to leave soon.” His words broke your illusion, jolting you awake from any sleepiness you had as you turned to stare up at him in confusion. 

“What?”

“I will have to leave you soon.” He repeated, his words held sadness but you also recognized the longingness in them for wherever he meant to go. 

“Oh.” You knew your answer was blunt, short and unawaring as he stopped the circles into your skin.

“I have to visit my twin.” His explanation was short, as if he was avoiding your next question that you both knew you’d ask.

“Will you be back?” 

His silence was your answer as you nodded in response, tucking yourself further into his side as he continued to rub circles into your skin. You stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, intertwined in each other's limbs, parting only to feed each other or drink the sweet wine he had brought. Neither of you willing to break apart from the other's embrace, gentle kisses marked in between them. 

You watched the sun set on the water like that. Watching in silent awe as the sky erupted into brilliant oranges and pinks from your position with your head on his chest, his arms protectively around you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him.

You winced, exhaling sharply as the muscles contracted in your stomach as you shifted positions in an attempt to soothe the ache present there, but despite your shifting muscles it no longer eased the cramping sensation as it had in the past much to your annoyance. 

After a few moments however and a few shaky breaths, the tension relaxed and you hummed in response, touching your belly gently as you glanced up at the clock before you returned to folding the clothes idly as you slowly tackled the pile of  laundry currently piled up beside you on the bed. You had been nesting for a while now, rearranging your shared apartment exactly how you had wanted it and redoing it shortly after you had finished deciding you didn’t like it anymore.

You had gone through all the clothes in the apartment multiple times, tossing clothes you or Atsumu didn’t wear and ignoring his squawks of objection as you threw a shirt you had never even seen him wear into a donation pile.

Now you were on the last of it, after getting another urge to start this morning in between infrequent cramping and you were just now finishing with the last pair of shorts and tucking them all away neatly into the matching drawers. Although it was virtually silent now, your heart skipped at the thought of the coming weeks when a baby would quickly be within these walls. 

As if your child could understand your thoughts, the baby within your stomach gave an objective kick as if you had forgotten about it with your recent urge to nest. 

Your hand idly swirled over your belly, rubbing it fondly as you put on your slippers and made your way out to the living area where Atsumu was spread out on the couch scrolling through his phone.

He had offered to help with the laundry, like he always did when you had a sudden urge to fix the apartment to your liking, but Atsumu’s help always ended up being more frustrating than helpful, and eventually both agreed that his lack of help was more relaxing for you.

Still as you entered the room, his phone slipped out of his hand as he abruptly stood up and gestured to the couch. 

“Do you want to sit?” He asked, moving towards you, and gently wrapping an arm around your waist even as you pulled away shaking your head softly with a soft snicker of laughter.

“No, Tsumu, I’m fine. I want some water.” You admitted, moving towards the kitchen only to frown as he quickly moved into your path, holding out a hand to stop you. 

“Here, I’ll get it for you. Do you want anything else?” 

You frowned, annoyance crossing your features before you rolled your eyes and a soft smile spread across your face. Your partner’s attention and devotion was sweet at times if not annoying and at times, overwhelming. Anything you wanted, he made sure to get it; even if it came to extremes of offering to fly down to Kyushu for you to get a specific plum roll you had remincessed on with cravings at one point earlier in your pregnancy. 

“Tsumu, I’m fine.” You repeated, stepping under his arm ignoring his frown and lingering touch on your back. “I’m pregnant, not dying.” 

He tsked in annoyance, following you dotingly as you entered the kitchen area. As you reached for the cupboard, he reached above your head, pulling it open and reaching for a cup before you swatted it away.

“Atsumu,” you warned and he grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What? I was getting my own cup.” He explained and you raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh? You were going to get a cup for yourself? Before me? The one currently pregnant, and carrying your baby?” 

He grinned, rubbing at the back of his neck as he struggled for words to excuse his blatant lie. “No, you’re right.” 

You laughed, a soft sound that had him watching you fondly again. “I know.” 

He leaned forward, pressing another kiss to you except this time it was directly to your nose. He ignored the way you playfully scrunched up your face, moving to gently brush a hand over your belly tenderly before he pulled back holding a cup in front of your face.

You took a step back in confusion, looking first to the cup before back to the cupboard which was definitely missing one of them. You frowned as you realized his exact distraction he had done to get his way still and you let out a huff. 

“Idiot.” You chided playfully, moving past him even as he giggled, the cupboard shutting behind you as you felt him follow you to the dispenser, his arms wrapping around you from behind and resting across your stomach as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispered gently into your throat and you fought the smile that tugged at your mouth, turning to look at him up close. Admiring the features you loved, and even the tousled long blonde hair with dark roots beginning to form. 

“I love you too.” You responded softly, your composure breaking as you smiled at him in return as his eyes crinkled up in a laugh as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away to fill up his cup.

You hummed in response to his gentle squeeze on your hip, moving away from him to go head back to the couch. However, as you reached the counter you suddenly froze, back stiffening and your posture correcting as discomfort crossed over your body.

You winced, quickly sitting your cup down as you moved to rub at your stomach in an attempt to settle the uncomfortableness spawning from the area.

“Babe? You okay?” Atsumu’s voice behind you was full of concern realizing your discomfort. He was used to your complaints of the baby sitting in odd spots, but you had never clearly acted like this before.

“Uhh, yeah.” You replied, voice strained as you inhaled and exhaled as smoothly as you could, just like you had been instructed to and as you shifted you felt the muscles gradually relax after a few moments, the contraction easing up just as quickly as it came reducing your discomfort as you rubbed at your belly again. “Just a contraction, Tsumu.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you realized your mistake.

“What?” His voice was borderline panicked, his presence suddenly firm at your back as he quickly held you much to your annoyance which you expressed by pushing at his arms hopelessly as he trailed on nervously. 

“It’s too early, you’re only at 38 weeks. Although I was born at 36 weeks...but the doctor said since it’s only one you should be able to carry the baby until 40 weeks and it was only because we were twins obviously.” 

“Tsumu.” 

“Do we need to go to the hospital? We can go right now. I’ll call my mom, she’ll want to know. The birth bag is ready, right? You didn’t take it apart did you?” He continued nervously, not listening to you.

“Tsumu.” 

“How long have you been having these? How frequent are they? Did your water even break yet?” He kept rambling.

“Tsumu.” 

“Or wait can you start labor without water breaking? I never asked. Oh god, I’m stupid. I should have asked.”

“Atsumu!” Your voice finally cut through his panicking as he circled you, his hand resting protectively on your stomach as he stared at you questioningly and despite your annoyance you couldn’t help but grin at his alarmed  state. 

“I’m fine. The baby is fine. You’re fine. Breathe, okay? It’s just a braxton-hicks contraction. The baby isn’t quite ready to come out. Okay?” You asked softly, gently reaching up to touch his cheek as he leaned into your touch. You could see the words rolling around in his head, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he nodded softly. 

“Okay.” He whispered the word into your palm, turning to kiss your palm softly. “Promise?”

You smiled gently cupping his face to pull him down to give you a proper kiss. “I promise. I’ll let you know if something actually happens. You’ll be the first one to know.” You assured. He hummed gently, pressing his forehead against yours as he rubbed at your stomach idly. 

“Now come on, I wanna sit for a bit before we go see Osamu.” You chided gently and he hummed in response. “Can you take my drink?” 

He nodded, taking your cup off the counter and moving ahead of you to the living area. You could hear his steps, and his words as he rattled on about how excited Osamu was to have you try a dish he was making just for you but you couldn’t focus on his words any longer.

Your world shrunk down to just your stomach as you rubbed at it a little more firmly. “Don’t you dare, little one.” you whispered softly to the baby within you, mind fluttering back to Atsumu’s words: How long have you been having these? How frequent are they? 

“I don’t need two early troublemakers,” The doctor's words also came floating back —If you start having them about 15 - 20 minutes apart let me know. They’re probably real labor contractions. Don’t worry too much though, from 37 weeks on it’s full term— “I don’t care what, you aren’t quite fully baked: You have two more weeks.” 

“Babe? Are you coming?” Atsumu’s voice calling you jarred you out of your little haze, focus snapping back.

“Coming!” You answered  back, but as you exited you glanced at the clock on the wall hung up in the kitchen. 

Summer was always hot. Sweat sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you rubbed your hands at the ground underneath you. Above, the sky danced beautifully with colors, the sunset showering you in oranges and golds as the sun sunk below the horizon. 

To your side, Oikawa sat fidgeting just as much as yourself. He was nervously rattling on about his newest topic, filling the silence with facts about volleyball as your leg bounced, looking at him in silent awe. Anytime your eyes would meet, you would quickly look away, cheeks turning hot.

You fought the urge to smile as he continued on. He would hesitate every once in a while, offering you space to speak but you didn’t trust your own tongue to allow for speech. 

The nervous fidgeting however allowed you to inch closer to him, the warmth increasing on your side. 

Before you realized it the sun had fully set, letting fireflies dance across the garden. The evening's honeysuckle had bloomed out, the smell of sugar drifting up to your nose as you inhaled the scent of the flower, and the occasional hint of cologne you recognized as Oikawa. 

As the evening wind gusted across yet again, you found yourself shivering lightly, closing in softly. 

“Do….do you want my coat?” The words caused you to jump, looking up to Oikawa in surprise. 

Your eyes fell to the soft teal and white coat he wore, and as much as you wanted to blurt out an affirmation, you forced yourself to remain calm, simply shrugging in an attempt to remain nonchalant. 

“It is up to you,” you offer in response shyly, and Oikawa grinned at your words. 

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t willing,” he chided in amusement, and you felt your cheeks turn hot yet again as he unzipped his coat, and shrugged it off.

He was gentle, careful of your body as he slid it over your shoulders, draping it lightly over your shoulders as you wiggled your arms up into the sleeves, snuggling into it as you welcomed the added warmth. 

He grinned, your eyes meeting as he watched you. 

“Do…?” His voice trailed off as he leaned in and for a moment, your breath hitched. Your eyes meeting warm, amber ones but just as quickly as he initiated….whatever this was he was pulling away, rubbing at his neck as he blushed softly. “Never mind.”

“Oh.” was all you echo and you both look away from each other, looking at your hands in silence as you abruptly avoid one another. 

“So….our last game-” he starts, rattling back on about his latest game as you turn back to him, listening curiously to his words as he spun his story.

Your interaction continued like this, Oikawa or you telling the other about something the other listening curiously - both of you inching closer and closer until your thighs were firmly pressed against each other, shoulders bumping with each touch as you crowd curiously into each other. 

Despite the heat, both radiating off each other's body and from the night air, you didn’t avoid each other’s presence.

Every once in a while, it would be Oikawa who would lean in. His head close enough to yours you could almost touch, before he would suddenly pull away just as suddenly start a new topic. 

Each time, your heart would skip a beat, excitement bubbling up at the prospect of his lips touching yours, but dying just as quickly as he pulled away in an attempt to divert your attention elsewhere. 

Finally, you had had enough. Fingers balled up in annoyance at your side, as you look down at your lap for a moment before sitting up and letting out a soft huff.

“Tooru?” You question, and the man pauses, his cheeks turning bright red in embarrassment, fidgeting with his hands as if he had been caught doing something shameful.

“Yeah?” 

“Are...are you going to kiss me or not?” You blurt out the words before you can consider the implications of them, your cheeks heating up as he froze just as startled by them. “Because I really do like you Tooru, but I’m starting to think you are having second thoughts-”

“No!” His words cut you off, his hands grabbing yours as he leaned in to you so close you could feel his breath fan across your lips, and you found your eyes being drawn down to them despite his eyes staring intently at yours. 

“No, I want to, I just….” He pauses, considering his words as you frown in annoyance. “Just what?” you ask and he hesitates again, eyes tracking off as he tries and fails to ride words.

You let out an irritated huff, pulling your hands from his to grasp his face and pull it down onto yours, lips mashing together unceremoniously. He freezes, stiffening and you pull back as he stares at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh.” He states dumbly, and you fight the giggle that threatens to bubble up.

“Oh-” you start to mimic, but he cuts you off as his hands find your face. Pulling you into him again as he kisses you, and this time he isn’t shy. 

His lips slot against yours perfectly as you sink into his hold. His hands move to tangle in your hair the best he could as he holds you to him. Your hands move to grip at his shirt as you both become familiar with each other, lips moving in sync, nipping at each other curiously.

Finally, you pull away from one another, panting hotly into each other's mouth as your lungs scream for air, your eyes staring up into his.

“Hi,” you whisper shyly to him as the smile you loved crossed his lips. “Hi,” he echoed this time and you giggled, shyness evaporating as he gently leaned his forehead against yours in a soft touch before he pulled away.

“So...I take it as if you don’t actually like me, and you accepted this date as pity?” he questioned and at your confused face, he laughed. “That’s….why I didn’t want to. I was scared.” He explained and you scoffed at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Tooru, you’re an idiot and anyone who accepted a date with you as ‘pity’, are just as much of an idiot.” You replied bluntly, and he grinned as he leaned forward, voice dropping as looked at you through long lashes. 

“So are you going to kiss me again, or do I have to do it this time?” 

You lay staring at your phone, the two words in the message blinking up at you. 

You up?

You knew you should ignore it, text back in the morning, and pretend you hadn’t even read it, but despite your mind screaming logic at you to forget about it, you found yourself opening the message and texting back a response.

Yeah, whats up

The grey typing bubble popped up almost immediately after your message had sent. The knowledge that he was holding his phone, waiting for your response left a giddy feeling bubbling in your stomach. 

Have you forgiven me yet?

After a few more minutes of you staring at your screen, another message popped up

Can I come over?

You swallowed, playing with the keys for a moment as you considered it, and then: No, but come over 

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Yamaguchi’s hands slid up your shirt, running over your skin as his lips moved hungrily against yours. You were as desperate for him as he was for you, clinging to his shirt as he pulled back just long enough to tug on your shirt needily. As you released him, he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side as his lips attached to yours once more.

His fingers moved to your back, undoing your bra and tossing it just as carelessly aside. The back of your mind screamed that this was a bad idea, but as his lips moved down your jaw to suck a soft mark into it, you felt your knees tremble as he pressed you further into the wall and your hands found their way to grip tightly on his shoulders. 

“You’re so wonderful, made just for me.” Yamaguchi breathed against your skin, pulling back just for a moment to stare into your eyes before a soft smile spread across his face as he leaned forward once more to capture your lips with his.

His hands spread across your stomach, moving up to run across your breasts as he pinched at your nipples lightly. As he pulled back this time, you smirked at the trendline of saliva connecting the two of you as he licked at it, chasing any hint of you in his mouth.

“Do you want to move to the bed?” You questioned softly, and he nodded so quickly you couldn’t help but smirk at his eagerness. 

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?” You questioned, reaching out to smooth your hand over his face as he turned his head into your palm, pressing a kiss into your skin as he looked at you shyly.

“Yes, please?” He questioned, and you hummed in response. It wasn’t exactly what you were looking for, but it would do for now. 

“Okay, Kitten.” You purred out, and he grinned, leaning forward as if he’d kiss you again. Before he could reach your lips, you caught him with a fist full of his hair, pulling back gently as he winced and stared back at you in confusion. 

“Not just yet baby, you gotta earn it, don’t you?” You teased lightly, moving your hand to run through his hair as he let out a sharp whine in apology. His eyes brightened as he realized what kind of night he was in for as he licked at his lips. 

“Sorry,” He responded gently, nuzzling into your touch, and you smirked in amusement.

“Sorry, what?” You questioned and this time his smile was shy as he gazed at you through his lashes. 

“Sorry, Mommy.”

You grinned at that, and you could see how he preened under your silent praise. 

“Good boy, go to the bed. Get ready for me.” You instructed, and he hesitated only a moment before he pulled away from you, stopping to pick up your discarded clothes before he headed towards the bedroom. 

You took a moment, calming yourself down and giving him a chance to prepare himself for you before you headed towards the room. 

As you opened the door, your eyes scanned the room, landing on your partner sitting on the bed, legs folded neatly under him as he shyly held his hands behind him. 

Yamaguchi was naked, clothes shed and discarded somewhere, and his cock stood proudly in front of him, with a small bead of pre-cum on the tip. As he sensed your eyes on it, the drop ran down the side of his cock.

“Darling, you’re so pretty it hurts.” You whispered out, and his back straightened at the words. His cock twitching at the compliment as you crossed the room to him, circling the bed as you admired his flushed skin from all angles.

After a moment of admiring him, you climbed up on the bed behind him. A smile crossed your face as you watched his body tense, anticipating your touch. You let your hand slide across his shoulder, fingertips ghosting over warm freckled skin as his muscles contracted under them. 

Yamaguchi’s head remained forward, knowing better than to look behind him to view you. As your fingers tightened on his shoulder, he let out a soft noise of complaint at the light touches. 

You smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to the base of his neck. “Patience, my love.” You chided gently and his shaky exhale was audible as he lolled his head back to rest on your shoulder.

It was a tender gesture that you allowed as you reached around him, hands spreading over his chest. His muscles twitched under your palms as they rubbed gentle circles into his skin, “You okay?” You questioned gently into his skin and he sharply nodded. 

You let out a soft noise in acknowledgement as your hands ran further south on his body, trailing over his stomach and felt the muscles twitch under your touch. You could feel how his breath and heart rate increased, speeding up in excitement as your hands moved closer to his cock, but right before your hand reached it, you moved away. 

You opted to move down, rubbing at muscled thighs even as he whined in annoyance at the teasing touch. You tsked your tongue, correcting his impatience as he grunted in frustration.

Yamaguchi’s cock jumped as your hand traced closer again, this time ghosting over his balls lightly as he sucked in a sharp breath. Your fingers wrapped around them, lightly squeezing and his body went still in anticipation of your movements. 

His body was tense under you as you hooked your chin on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin you could reach. His breath came in quick puffs, pupils blown wide as he watched your hand fondle him teasingly, before you released him and moved to instead run a finger up the underside of his cock. 

A soft whine escaped his lips at the teasing touch as you ran your fingers through the bead of precum. You pulled it up to your lips, sucking it into your mouth and he froze, watching you the best he could from the side of his head. 

“Delicious,” you whispered into his ear, admiring how his cheeks heated up as you gently nipped at his ear lobe, tugging on it as he whined. 

You ran your hand back down his body, this time wrapping your hand around the tip of his cock as he sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden stimulation. You rolled your wrist around it, slicking up your palm with his precum as you teased him with pressure encompassing his cock. 

Once your palm was thoroughly slicked up, you moved to rub it up and down his shaft, grinning as you heard the soft grunts that escaped him while his hips gave jerky twitches in an attempt to not move. 

“Mommy,” His breath was light, restless as he attempted to hold back the noises that itched at his throat. “Please, I need more.”

You sucked at his skin, leaving a soft mark you could fondly remember tomorrow as you considered his words. “Really, baby? You need more? I thought I taught you to not be so greedy.”

He hesitated, head bowing slightly as your hand stilled on his cock, “I want more.” He corrected himself, and you smirked, your hand restarting and quickening the pace on his cock and he jerked in your embrace. “Good boy.”

His moans filled your ears as your strokes sped up, encompassing his whole cock while his body twitched under your hand. You could feel when he got close to his peak, his breath quickening and stuttering underneath you as his body twitched.

“I’m so close,” He panted out, his head falling forward as his shoulders hunched in. 

When his body spasmed beneath you, his cock twitching in your hand, you pulled your hand back just as his hips jutted forward into them. You left his cock twitching, and a strangled noise fell out of his mouth in response as he threw his head back onto your shoulder. “I-no!” 

His whine was pitiful, filling your senses as he pushed back into you in an attempt to coax your touch back to him. “Please,” his plea was a soft pant as he grabbed blindly at your body behind him, knowing he wasn’t able to touch himself. 

“What is it baby? Want me to fuck you?” Your voice was light, teasing him while his body shivered from the ruined orgasm. 

He nodded sharply, fingers gripping tighter to your skin. “Yes please, Mommy.”

You hummed, nipping at his shoulder before you pushed him away from you, letting him fall to all fours. He rolled away from you to show his stomach as he made himself comfortable laying flat on his back.

His pupils were dilated, cheeks flushed as he licked his lips staring up at you in awe as you moved to straddle his cock. 

You gently wrapped a hand around his cock, and he winced at the feeling of overstimulation when you ran your thumb over his slit and gently pushed on it.

You smiled down at him when he held back his whine as you ran his cock up and down your cunt, letting your own juices slick it up.

“Easy,” You purred softly, “You’ve been patient, should I reward you now?”

He nodded sharply, and your smile grew, “I wanna hear you say it.” 

He swallowed audibly, licking his lips for a moment before he let out a shaky exhale.

“Please, Mommy. I want you to fuck me. I’ve been a good boy. Let me fill you up.” His words were soft, filling you with warmth as you watched his position underneath you. 

“Good boy,” You hummed, and then you sunk down, encompassing his length in your warm heat.

His response was immediate, his back arching up as he gritted his teeth, staring up at you to keep from jerking his hips up into you. A whine of your name slipped past his lips, a breathy noise that fueled the fire in your stomach as you began to move your hips in a rhythmic pattern. 

You braced yourself with your hands on his chest, grinning as he pushed upwards into you, craving more contact.

“What is it, darling? Want to really fuck me?” Your voice was light, teasing as you watched his eyes snap open at the suggestion. He slowly blinked, processing the words in his mind as he stared at you waiting for further instructions. 

“Come on, Tadashi, fuck me. Or are you going to just lay there?” You teased, and the change in his posture was instantaneous as his hands connected with your hips and he shifted to roll you underneath him. 

Yamaguchi’s hands spread up against your hips, sprawling over soft skin as he gazed down at you. “You sure?” He questioned, ever worried about you. You couldn’t help the amused smirk on your face as you reached up and pulled him down into your lips. 

His body sank into you, melting into your hold as his tongue pushed against yours. You pulled back when he moved to kiss down your jaw, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him up to look you in the eye. 

“Tadashi, I want to feel you tomorrow. Fuck me. Fill me up.” 

He swallowed audibly, and you didn’t miss how his pupils flashed in excitement at the prospect. “Yes, ma’am.”

Despite his words, you weren’t ready for how his hips pulled back, snapping into you all at once, knocking the breath out of you as you tangled your fingers further into his hair. 

A cry of his name slipped past your lips as he started a steady pace, pulling back until just his tip was in, and then filling you back up all at once. Your fingers left his hair, opting to instead dig into his back as he fucked you with steady thrusts. 

“More! Fuck, Tadashi, I want more!” You sounded pathetic, begging for his cock and based off the smile that crossed his face, Yamaguchi loved it. 

When his cock brushed against your g-spot, your instant stiffening was enough for you both to freeze. His soft grin grew across his face as he realized what had just happened.

“Oh? There?” He questioned, and despite the teasing in his voice, you couldn’t find it in yourself to yell at him.  

He shifted back slightly, hitching his arms under your knees as he pushed your legs towards your chest and sunk back into you all at once. The noise you let out at the new position had Yamaguchi shuddering as he angled his hips, pushing his cock into the spongy spot that had your jaw falling slack at the lack of coherent thoughts. 

Your fingers scrambled at him, digging into his skin, pulling him closer as he leaned down and kissed you. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, tugging him down as you pushed your lips into his. 

Yamaguchi sunk into you, his hips never stuttering as he pulled back to pant against your skin.

“Fuck, I just want to fill you up. You’re perfect. Feel so good wrapped around me, milking me so beautifully. You’re so gorgeous,” He purred out, voice deep with lust as he babbled sweet nothings into your neck. 

“I’m gonna cum in you, and make you mine. Do you want that? Keep you as my perfect girl, make you all mine.” 

His words filled you, wrapping you in soft warmth in response. “Tadashi,” His name came out as a soft whine as he cocked his head. He slowed his pace ever so slightly as he leaned over you, his hair framing his face in the most ethereal way.. 

“What is it?” He questioned gently, voice surprisingly gentle. “Gonna cum for me?” 

You let out a soft whimper, tugging him down into your grip further, pressing your lips against his as you let out a muffled confirmation. 

“Cum for me, Princess.” His words were whispered against your lips, swallowing your voice as you shuddered and came around him. 

Your walls spasmed around him, enveloping him as his hips rolled against yours for a few more thrusts until he stilled, pressing flush against your hips as he reached his own climax within you. 

He let your legs fall down, wrapping around him as he laid across your chest, catching his breath for a moment. Your hands idly traced circles on his skin, listening to his breathing calm with yours, and then sync up.

You could feel his cum dripping from you, wet and sticky between your legs as he pulled back and rolled off you. Without speaking he moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing his boxers from where he stashed them as he pulled them on and then moved to the bathroom.

You watched him curiously as he rummaged around for a moment, before he found what he was looking for: a towel. When he came back to you, he was tender. Hands gently running over your skin in silence as he gently cleaned up the mess between your legs.

“Hey, Tadashi?” Your voice broke the silence, gravely as it was from how vocal you were during sex. 

His hands paused, head lifting to look you in the eye and you found your stomach fluttering this time.

“Yeah?” 

You hesitated, pressing your hands together as you considered your next words carefully. 

“Do you want to stay the night this time?” 

The offer caused surprise to blink across his face as he considered your words before he shrugged, “I guess.” His response was offhanded, but you could see the excitement that flickered across his eyes just as shyly. 

“Okay.” You responded, and the corner of his lip twitched upwards in a smile. 

“Okay.” He echoed, as he crawled up to lay beside you. 

Yamaguchi laid a safe distance away from you as he watched you carefully, unsure of his position in your bed until you cautiously opened your arms to him, “Do you want to cuddle?” 

He grinned, “Yes.” his response immediate and enthusiastic as he inched over into you, nuzzling into your skin and you wrapped your arms around him in response. His fingers rubbed against your skin, warm and comforting as you held each other in silence.

“You know we’re going to have to talk about it at some point.” 

His words were soft, his chest rumbling as he nuzzled his face into your hair. Still, you frowned in annoyance at it. 

“Tadashi, I’m not going to forgive you for eating my cake. I told you - dead to me.”