TALK TO ME IN YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE
yuki tsukumo x single dad! widower! male!reader, relationship not fully established, age gap, morning wood, morning sex, missionary
[name] was not used to having people over at his apartment or worse sleep in. he was comfortable on his own with a one year old at hand, which left one too many reasons for anyone rational enough not to come crashing in his place unattended. he distanced himself from his friend group ever since his wife died prioritizing his son's needs before his own, eventually turning him into a dried beaten up sack of flesh, with people wondering how could someone like him who's so irresponsible according to what others see even father a one year old by himself? simply with the money he came into post his wife's death. he morally believes he shouldn't be messing around with it, but logically, he'll have to raise their baby with that outcome. and it wasn't becoming any easier alone. he fell deeper into depression and at some point, even therapists weren't helping. he felt like he wanted to bash his head against the wall or even worse, cry. he wanted to cry. this would cause his baby to cry with him, so he repressed any feeling that had to do with anything like crying. until, he met a relative of one of his friends, who had heard about [name] and the situation in which he was in, named yuki, willing to support this damaged single father and putting him to rest. however, no matter how shallow the situation was, he insisted on being involved in his son's needs, or else he felt stressed or like a terrible father, even around someone like yuki, for a child whose mother had stepped completely out of the picture.
she was the last person [name] would think of sleeping in his place after coming and going for two years to be somewhat of a motherly figure for the now three year old and eye candy for the thirty seven year old. she was persuasive, flirtatious, his kind of woman, despite him being 10 years her senior. even though he himself had requested she left after his son had been put to sleep, a part of him yearned for her stay. of course, it wasn't easy for yuki either. when she first came to his residence, that child wailed like an abandoned beast's young just because he couldn't recognize her scent. almost as if he wanted her out of the apartment, but now he still wails when she attempts to do just that every evening.
there was this one particular night when the son has finally been put to sleep, yuki was about to leave and he clung onto her wrist, voice shakily insisting she stayed:
"hey...yuki. don't go. please, stay."
"huh? but you..."
"that no longer matters. you've no idea how much i need ya around 'ere. the kid loves ya too much for you not to be here. please..." he whispered, so as not to wake him up.
with her accepting his offer, he could finally sleep peacefully, even if she tossed and turned in her sleep spreading her body across the mattress, what mattered was that he didn't feel tense when asleep. somehow, she would subconsciously get her arms all up on his chest area or have them aimlessly feel on his toned lower half feeling a sense of security as she drifted into a deep sleep. these feel ups grew constant by the morning until she rolled back to her side of the bed*.
(*the bed was his & his late wife's)
and at approximately 5:30, [name] woke up to a boner a very inevitable one at that, while the blonde had just gotten up to give him a good morning kiss.
nsfw up to this point
