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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." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "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." 

"Don't test me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦8,042 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

The rescue heroes weren’t able to spot him, but (L/N), who did, hurtling into the battle, grabbing onto the energy gloves hidden away in her pockets as she ran.

Should she really be doing this? What encouraged her to save this random child, this stranger she would probably have never seen again, most likely because he would be dead. Why was her moral compass that strong-willed to help her stare death straight in the face to save a child she didn’t even know?

“Come on kid, you gotta move!” First trying to push the kid out of the way didn’t prove to be successful. The kid wouldn’t budge at all, but there was another way (hopefully). She instead slipped on the slim black glove, raising one hand into the sky pointed at the falling rubble, and the other wrapped tightly around the kid. Dragging the kid down with her to get low, (L/N) exclaimed “hold on”, out of breath and waiting until the rubble fell to make her move.

In order for the gloves to work, there would have to be enough energy left order to be able to blast the large scraps away. But this would be the first official test using the gloves, that wasn’t just on random objects. A large force would have to hit in order for her to quickly store energy and then use it the second after, or was there another way? What if she could wait for the rubble to hit and then react? But how much force would that actually provide?

There wasn’t enough time to think, before she let the rubble scrape her middle finger, and reacted.

. . . .

BAM! Blasting away the rubble into smaller pieces, the large debris became smaller pebbles and fell around the pair.

Slowly raising herself out of the discarded rubble with the kid still hanging onto her lower body, she dusted off the scraps of concrete and metal on both of them, before checking in with the kid.

“You alright, kid?” The kid she had rescued cling onto her clothing, most likely leaving dirty grim marks on her school sweater. Untucking his head from her waist, he gave her a big and bright smile, and a thumbs-up! The kid was all good.

A rescue hero popped out of nowhere, speeding over to the scene where (L/N) and the child were both attempting to move to the side, escorting them to the boundary. Was it really necessary? No, but was the job even necessary? Telling the pair to stay there until the fight was over for attention, whether medical reason or not, the two stayed within the perimeter.

The child was now attached to the side of (L/N)’s leg, avidly watching the scene ahead of him. Fascinated with the way Kamui Woods and Mount Lady took control of the situation, stars shone in the vivid bluish-green eyes belonging to the child. (F/N) couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the sight of a child watching something that they enjoyed. But for that to be a fight between heroes and villains took away some of that desirable satisfaction. Slipping off, the now overly powered-up gloves and tucking them away in her pocket, she waited until the battle ended to see what would happen.

Once successfully taking care of the accident, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, Backdraft, even Death Arms came over to check in. Not exclusively on the kid, but had also praised (L/N) on her quick, but ultimately reckless thinking.

“That’s just the kind of person UA needs, I could put in a good word for you y’know!” Mount Lady playfully nudged the semi-confused (L/N), while Death Arms and Kamui Woods still lectured the girl.

“Thank you?”

A random sidekick of a hero in the area approached her, exclaiming “You’d make a great hero some day with that quirk!” Imagine.

Death Arms coaxed the kid out of clinging onto (L/N)’s legs with a warm smile and kind words, contradictory to his previous actions, bringing him into his arms so they could go off and find his family.

Shaking his head, Kamui gave up on scolding, instead grabbing a card out of his pocket and handing it over to the stunned girl. “When you become a hero, come to my agency, we’ll set you up well.”

Accepting the card and snapping out of her dazed state, (L/N) started walking into the direction of her school at the fear of being late, before colliding into something, no, someone.

Wasn’t really her fault though, the blinding lights from the overwhelming amount of photos taken completely blocked her eyesight. Yeah, that’s a great reason. 

Accidentally knocking into some guy with green hair, that somehow resembled that of broccoli, muttering a quick apology wasn’t enough until a question was asked.

“Hey, ar-aren’t you the person who saved the kid on the other side? How’d you do that?” Glancing down at her cellphone, tucked safely in her pocket, she didn’t know what exactly she could do. With the pure excitement radiating off of this stranger, to the impending doom of being late to class, it was a conflicting clash.

“Adrenaline I guess? I don’t know, I have to get to school?” Hurrying off, the stranger’s words were caught in their throat, unable to ask anymore questions and just watched as (L/N) wandered off.

Taking one last glance, and a deep breath, she only had.. 5 minutes! That wasn’t enough time at all!

She did have an excuse after all, but was that really enough? Her school was strict as everyone knows, so what would they really say?

She decided not to figure out, and instead running towards the school in a hurry.

A sprinting (L/N) ran towards her school, not knowing that her entire life was about to change, because of a chance encounter with a random, irresponsible kid and dangerous falling debris.

Heartily obliging, you squeeze your hands around his wrist while leaning upwards to capture his lips in another savory kiss.

Your back pressed into the pillows that held your body at an angle so Kagami could grip your hips and roll into you in a primal manner.

His lips pulled away from yours leisurely, those fiery ruby red optics of his were half-lidded as he gazed down at you.

He could feel the heat wafting off of your body with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. Hair clung to your face and neck, some sprawled out across the pillows.

Kagami's hips jerked awkwardly at the sight. He hit the entrance to your womb harshly, a sharp gasp leaving your lips while your hold on his wrist tightened.

"I'm sorry." He murmured along your neck, one of his hands releasing your hip to stroke your abdomen where your womb rested beneath.

The male repressed his once eager thrust to a slow rocking of his body, disallowing himself to enter fully inside due to his earlier carelessness.

You inhaled acutely for a moment as the bitter tingling subdued just as quickly as it arrived. Its sensation over stimulating from your already four org*sms. The furrow in your brows quickly rose upwards, your expression more relaxed.

"Taiga." Your beautiful voice sounded his name in a reassuring tone. "Didn't I tell you I liked that?"

Kagami laughed dryly, slouching slightly as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours. "I'm still getting used to it." He murmured airily. "There is always a bit of worry that my length is too much for you."

The chuckle reverberating from your chest caught your husband's attention. He pulled away to witness a dazzling smile overtaking your lips.

"You're very sweet and caring and I love that about you." Your hands migrated from their place on his wrist to his chest where you flicked his nipples.

You watched the male suck in his stomach, his firm abbs tensing before relaxing.

"But right now, I want you deep inside of me when you c*m."

His face, which was already flushed from the heat of his actions, grew more radiant from your words. No matter how long he had been with you, your straightforwardness always left him stunned.

Shocked he may be, but only for a moment as his confidence would grow and he would happily follow through with your wish.

Kagami increased the pace of his thrust, both hands placed tightly on your hips so he could move your body along and match his speed.

Your own flung to the sheets where you grasped them firmly, nails pressing into the palm of your hands and marking your skin with temporary blemishes.

Shutting your eyes to relish in his sensual thrust, you hummed audibly. The veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck brushed up against every tender sensitive spot inside, both deep and shallow.

"No." He grunted breathlessly while digging the calloused pads of his fingertips into your bottom. "I want you to look at me. Let me see that look in your eyes when I c*m inside."

And he was the one shocked by your straightforwardness.

Gradually you let your eyelids open to reveal the dim form of your husband whose sweaty skin glistened from the moonlight.

When your gaze met his own, you witnessed the corner of his lip quirk up into a grin.

"That's better."

You blew out a snort of air in a laughing manner and bucked your hips upwards. His lips parted slightly, an airy grunt echoing out as his already deeply pointed eyes narrowed further.

The man was close, you could tell, his short, shallow breaths and the deep rocking of his muscular lower body was proof enough.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Kagami was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Kagami held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

The man was madly in love with you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."

The grin was glimmering on your lips, your teeth on display from his sweet flattery. You were sure you appeared like a disheveled mess.

Drool dribbling down the corners of your lips, hair sprawled across the mattress, with the only article of clothing that still adorned your body being a sweatshirt that rose over your stomach.

His hands were burrowed in the sheets next to your head as he loomed over, hovering above your face so he could watch your debauched expressions.

You weren't shy of your s*xual desires and definitely were not ashamed of revealing how good you were feeling.

With eyes half-lidded and lips parted suggestively, the clear pleasure that he caused rippling through your veins was obvious.

And not a bad sight for your husband if he might add.

Your legs that were wrapped around his bottom tightened from the way his hips jutted and thrust deepened into your body.

You hummed blissfully, maneuvering your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your face.

"I want to see how pretty you look when you c*m inside me, Tetsuya."

There was a momentary lapse in the rocking of his hips before the pace grew hastier. Kuroko's usually stoic expression was long gone as furrowed brows and narrowed eyes took their place.

His lips were slightly spread, his breathless groans and grunts echoing out while you felt the vibrations against your chest.

"(Y/n)." Your name was a breathless melody that he yearned to sing and you craved to hear.

The grin never fell from your face watching his own expression. His body was obviously close, and the feeling of his muscles flexing against your body was proof enough.

But you knew exactly what to do to accelerate his approaching org*sm.

One of your hands tenderly brushed back his baby blue bangs that stuck to his forehead so you could kiss his warm skin.

"Just like that, Tetsuya. You are doing so good."

His low grunts rose to louder mewls of pleasure that sounded through your ears. The muscles on his biceps flexed from how hard he pressed his hands into the mattress.

Kuroko's member was twitching against the restricting walls around him, brushing against your sensitive nerves that begged him to release.

"You don't need to prolong it any longer. You can c*m if you need to."

"Hng~!" His eyes snapped shut, his teeth gritting against each other as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

The rolling his grew more intense, reaching farther inside of your body. His breathing was ragged, his exhalation causing your skin to flutter underneath.

Your nails ran along his scalp tenderly as you continued to urge him on, praising everything about him until finally, you felt tears shed from his face and his voice crack.

The tip of his member kissed your cervix lightly before he placed himself against it firmly. His c*ck spewed his hot seed in quick frantic bursts inside of your womb.

Kuroko sucked in his stomach, his balls squeezing as he emptied everything he had inside. Slowly he rode out his org*sm, rocking his hips to help you greedily eat up his c*m.

It painted your insides white, dripping past his c*ck and trailing down your bottom. Your arms were wrapped around him securely, comforting his exhausted, overstimulated body.

"You did so well, I'm proud of you, Tetsuya."

"Really?" His voice was barely audible, muffled against your skin.

You hummed joyously and stroked his sweaty neck intimately. "Of course. Especially with how pretty you looked c*mming."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭."

Huffing slightly, your lips parted to reply back in a snarky manner, but instead, your head snapped upwards in shock.

His calloused hands gripped your wrist, pulling them back and forcing your face into the cushion of the couch.

The divet in your spine grew, a** rippling with every heavy stroke of his c*ck inside. Your fingers flexed, curling inward as his aggressive thrust rubbed up against those sensitive spots inside.

His prominent veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck were like ribbed pleasure, brushing against tender spots while you molded around him.

Cries of delight, exhaustion, and ache were echoing out in the living room. You were once quiet, only muttering under your breath, but that, of course, was not enough for your husband.

With all the love encasing his heart, he desired for you to be so visibly undone and disarrayed. He wanted his wife to be just as hungry as he was.

"Such a lewd body." His voice was coarse, as if his throat was raw from speaking so much. "It was as if you were made to suck a man dry!"

"D-Daiki!"

His boisterous laugh echoed out as one of his hands released your wrist to grasp the back of your neck and squeeze.

The rough pads of his fingers pressed against your larynx, constructing you of air. The lack of such a necessity had your brain practically growing numb.

Aomine felt your body almost grow limp against his and pressed his well-built chest against your sweaty back. Your walls tightened around his c*ck, pressing the soft, velvety flesh against every vein on his extremity.

"I know you like that sh*t." He crudely remarked, his lips by your ear as you looked off at the living room with a dazed expression.

The strength to speak was nonexistent, your mind almost a hazy nothingness if it were not for the pounding strokes that sent jolts of pleasure through every nerve.

Tightly, almost as if you were sucking him, was your body acting around his c*ck. He had to put more effort into pulling away than he did to enter.

Your body bore him in with such force his own throat tightened with the mewls and grunts of pleasure he wanted to release.

His stomach clenched, abdomen tingling with his release, inching closer and closer with every hefty stroke. He twitched knowingly, already feeling his pre-c*m dripping out and mixing with your natural lubricant.

The thought of spilling into you was enough to make him c*m right there. But he usually preferred to pull out and release all over your chest, coating your (s/c) skin with his murky white seed.

Your husband absolutely treasured the sight of his c*m trickling over your n*pple's and dripping down your stomach.

But tonight, there was something about the way you held onto him as if you couldn't have enough. The sensation nearly proves his earlier remarks about your body true in his mind.

Aomine's other hand released your wrist and wrapped his arms around your midsection. The hand around your throat migrated over to your face so he could press two fingers into your mouth.

He felt the pressure of your mouth sucking on it, hollowing and tasting your own c*m from your earlier org*sm.

His lips pulled into a haughty grin, the expression of you, his wife acting so lewdly was such a sight to behold.

"How could I not c*m when you look like that?" He asked rhetorically. "I'd say you were born a vixen with the way you suck me in."

Your heavy eyelids slowly blinked due to both exhaustion and lust, the two fighting with one another from all earlier org*sm's.

Aomine's c*ck that briefly brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

Your teeth clenched down on his fingers, marking his skin with temporary blemishes to suppress the cry of absolute pleasure from his triumph.

His hips jerk, his body weight laying upon your own and squishing you into the couch. The angle of your bottom allows for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very sensitive area of your body.

Your begging body sucked and clenched down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your crotch.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly, with the weight of exhaustion taking over.

"I want to go again, but I feel as if you've truly sucked me dry."

"Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

A hiss escaped your lips, nails pressing firmly into the kitchen counter as the cold air swept across your bare legs.

Your husband's hands gripped tightly onto your dress, holding it above your waist so he had an adequate view of your bottom.

With every thrust and roll of his lower body, your hips pressed firmly into the counter. His c*ck grazed every sensitive spot, which in turn had your walls swallow him up like a fine meal.

Your legs were shaky, strength unfound in your limbs from the pure exhaustion. Already, he came considerable amounts on your a**, drenching your dress and coating your skin with his seed.

But on this faithful night, with servants all retired to their bedrooms leaving the kitchen unaccompanied, Akashi decided to use it how he liked.

And that was relinquishing all the built-up stress from work on his wife, and the lack of care for doing it in an area where one of his workers could see seemed to rile him up.

His rounds enduring longer than usual, his strokes reaching deeper than before and brushing up against every spot that had you writhing against the surface.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold off, every muscle in your body ached, burning from the strain. Your spine hurt from how much it arched, your hands pulsed from how hard you pressed them against the counter, and your hips throbbed from the pressure against the surface.

"You're doing so good." He murmured along your skin, his voice vibrating off of his chest and shuddering against your back. "I'm almost there."

Your throat strained from how hard you swallowed the saliva in your mouth and rested your chest on the kitchen counter.

Akashi always had such enormous stamina, something that was both a blessing and a curse. The exhibition of indulging in your desires in such a public area where a servant could just walk in and see the two of you is slightly exhilarating.

You don't remember how it all started, nor do you remember how long the rendition of your actions has all been going on.

It wasn't unusual for you to turn into mush and just succumb to every little thing he did to your body, and tempting him with the expression of utter bliss.

His c*ck could easily be felt twitching, throbbing against your walls that molded so deliciously around his member.

The man was going to reach the ecstasy of his climax, and you hoped it was for the last time. You don't know how much longer you could last.

His hips jutted against your plush bottom, pressing the tip of his member against the entrance to your womb and letting himself be released.

Sprays of his seed shot from his head and into your cervix, where it pooled within the area. With the last bit of energy you could muster, you tensed so tightly, so firmly, it was as if you were attempting to devour every last bit of his c*m.

Akashi painted your insides white, coating it with bits of him that marked you as nobody but his woman. Every bit of your skin had been touched by him somehow, and every bit inside of you was just as marked.

His grip on your hips tightened, contusions decorating your skin and marking it with tender spots that were sure to ache in the morning.

Your husband's breathing was ragged, unrhythmic by your ear as he intimately kissed the smooth, sweaty skin of your throat and murmured your name softly.

"You did so well, pretty girl." He rode out your climaxes and let your body slowly relax against his own. "So proud of you."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭."

You could barely remember to even breathe as his hips met yours, and he pressed himself so deeply inside.

His muscular-toned arms wrapped around your torso firmly, his chest against your back while he held you close on your sides.

Your bodies drenched the sheets below in sweat, the close proximity and lack of space generated heat not only from his sensual thrust but your smoldering hot figures.

Murasakibara leaned down, his face hiding in your sprawled hair and inhaling the scent of your shared shampoo.

Your nails dug into his arms, crying out when he drove deeply and kissed the entrance to your womb. His lazy thrust had far grown in his speed since he started and now used every fully formed muscle of his lower body to increase the delight brought by his rolling hips.

"Just breathe, baby." He murmured in your ear, his low grunts and groans mixing with his speech. Upon hearing his voice, he felt your body clench down, your bottom pressing harder against his crotch.

His chest rumbled with a peal of laughter while his lips along your neck could be felt morphing into a grin.

"The more you act like that, the more I'm going to absolutely devour you."

You inhaled sharply, a divot forming in your spine as you writhed from your oversensitivity. His tongue tenderly licked along your neck before clamping down and creating bright-colored contusions.

Your earlier climaxes drenched his trimmed pubic hairs and dripped down your legs. Its sticky remnants connected your two bodies with thin strands every time he pulled away so he could plunge inside deeply.

So he could graze against every sensitive spot inside that had your whole body unraveling into a mess of incoherent mumblings and chanting his name like a prayer.

His abdomen tensed, his muscles contracting as his hold on your body grew tighter. He was nearing his release, and just like earlier that night, his desire to cover you like a cute little cake was ever so prominent.

"A-Atsushi, please!" Your voice wailed in the room, barely being able to be heard over his raging thrust and his low, coarse grunts. "I need a break- ah!"

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth widening as his pace slowed,d but he ranged so deep inside that every limb of yours tightened and contracted.

One of the man's long limbs reached down towards your legs, the pads of his calloused fingertips digging into your thigh and raising your leg so his entrance could hit at a more in-depth angle.

That final maddening tightness of your body clenching down on his veiny c*ck had finally allowed for him to reach another climax.

"(Y/n), sweetheart~."

His member twitched and throbbed, pulsating as his seed rose through his length and sprayed into your body.

He was already so deep, so persistently inside, that when he released, the only place it could go was inside your womb.

It all pooled inside with the help of your velvety walls that almost milked him of everything that he had. His balls tightened, emptying himself as his own breath was snatched from his lungs.

Murasakibara's head was dizzy, his body feeling as if he was swaying while his arms held you in an almost death grip.

"Atsushi... I can't breathe."

Your strained voice made it into his ear which he quickly reacted to. His arms released your body, letting you finally turn onto your back and stare at the cream ceiling.

You thought he was done, completely exhausted, but like a beast, the 6'10 (208 cm) man was nowhere finished.

His position had now hovered over yours, hands burrowing into the cushion by your head as he dipped down. Your husband's tongue dragged along your chest, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of your sweat across every inch of skin before reaching your breast.

"Not only do you sound so sweet-" His gaze met your glossy shiny hued eyes. "-but you taste so f*cking sweet too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐍𝐨? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭!"

Swallowing thickly, you had to divert your gaze from his probing golden orbs. Your hands gripped the sides of the table, glass digging into the tender skin of your palms.

"Well, I changed m-my mind!"

"(Y/n)." He crooned, letting his hands fall from the back of your knees so he was grasping the top of your thighs. "But weren't you begging me just a moment ago?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, your wet chlorine-covered skin gliding along with the glass table with every hearty thrust of his toned hips.

It didn't help that his feet were planted firmly on the floor, allowing for him to roll inside so deeply, so vigorously that the events that led to your current situation were missing from your memory.

Your bathing suit was situated over your top; however, one breast peeked out and taunted him with how perky and hard it appeared.

The matching bottom was also still on, but it was pulled to the side so your private area was accessible enough for him to quickly take up an offer you were initially - joking about - earlier in the pool.

"It's funny, really." He started, his hips jerking upwards, permitting a considerably loud cry to echo out. "Joking about divorcing me and then turning around to tell me you want to be a mother."

Your lips quivered, stomach flexing as his member stroked against the sensitive areas inside that had you melting underneath him.

His nails dug into your skin the tighter his grip grew. Leaning forward, your husband brought his face to your ear and blew a gust of hot air on the sensitive skin.

"How could I ignore such an obvious plea from my wife?" He sought, expressing every word slowly in a coarse, breathless voice.

Your legs twitched in his hold, your walls clenching around to remold around his stimulating member. His smile could be felt along your neck, with his succulent lips teasing the warm skin.

Leisurely he rose himself back to his imposing height and cocked his head slightly to the side. "You look cute being pounded into oblivion, but-"

One of his hands released your tight grip and reached your throat, quickly clamping down and pressing your larynx against the tender skin of his palm.

Immediately, he observed your chest rise as you inhaled a deep breath. However, once he tightened his hold, your already debauched expression increased.

He felt you grow almost limp, your grasp on the table loosening as you appeared like you absolutely succumbed to your husband's c*ck that drove inside with invigorating thrusts.

(e/c) eyes half-lidded, glossy with tears that slightly fell from your lids. Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips that were parted, breathless, barely audible squeaks leaving it.

"-you look even better with my hand around your throat, baby."

Your abdomen contracts, your free leg pressing against his firm hips in an attempt to respond. Your husband sucked in a deep breath and rolled his head to pop a crick in his neck.

"I love it when you look like that. Keep looking at me, baby, and I'll give you what you want."

You couldn't respond audibly, so instead, you let your body do that talking. Weakly, your hands attached themselves to his wrist, securing its hold on them as your ankles clasped together behind his bottom.

Ryouta's body tingled, his stomach tightening and notifying him of very near release. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed strenuously, right there at the cliff where the ecstasy waited for him to arrive.

And like a twig snapping your husband's hold, your throat tightened, his breathing halting as he was barely able to call out your name.

His abdomen contracted as the man let the tip of his member kiss the entrance to your womb. He stilled his hips, allowing for your body to clench and tighten to suck him dry.

The blond's seed spilled into your body, pooling into your deepest area as you devoured it all greedily. warm and thick, the liquid felt as some trickled down your slick walls and leaked out down your bottom.

Following the small streams, the man smiled cheekily and snapped his hips forward again, yielding a sharp intake from your lips.

"You started all of this, but I definitely ended it."

Your nails that were digging into his forearm drew blood, which had him quickly release your throat so you could breathe better.

"Ryouta, I'm gonna kill you!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐃-𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!"

His large hands scrambled to your waist, maintaining you in place that ceased any movement. Your brows furrowed, your succulent lips puckering as you reached down to hold the top of his hands.

"Don't tell me what to do." You uttered, panting slightly with a sheen sheet of sweat glistening on your skin.

Midorima swallowed strenuously, his fern-colored orbs gazing up at you with strained eyes. "You're walking on thin ice, (Y/n)."

In response to his words, you ground your lower body on him and purposely stimulated his c*ck inside of you that was already so deep.

His length twitched, his tip penetrating your cervix, which spread indescribable sensations across your abdomen.

"You're going to regret it if you go any further." He expressed harshly, any signs of playfulness long gone and a much more serious expression adorning his handsome, sweaty face.

You were still huffing, catching your breath as your naked figure looked down at him from your straddling position on his lap.

He was just as nude, only his white button-up shirt from work adorning his torso, and even that was undone so his bare chest could be on display.

With feather-like touches, your fingertips danced across his abs, rising to his nipples that had his breath hitch.

The coy grin on your lips widened as your hands reached his sharp jaw and pulled his head away from the headboard.

"Regret what?" You cooed. "What can you do to make me regret it, hmm?"

The usually stoic and easily flustered man bore a blank expression, one with observing eyes that looked to be in deep thought.

"You asked for it." He muttered under his breath before letting his lips meet yours. You grinned into the kiss, ready to taunt him more with a stimulating grind of your hips, but instead, he had done something that had your head spin.

Those large hands of his tightened their hold on your waist, using the strength of his muscular arms to raise your body upwards and slam your figure down to meet his harsh thrust upwards.

Your eyes widened, and your lips were agape as a high-pitched squeak echoed out. His member once again kissed the entrance to your womb cruelly and sent jolts of bliss and pain across your abdomen.

Midorima was throbbing, so close to his climax, but due to you testing his patience, he decided to let himself last a little longer.

The divot in your spine grew as you threw your head back, your hands flying to reach his thigh and hold it for some form of support.

You no longer did any of the work; instead, every thrust was provided by his toned hips. The force increased due to the strength.

The ability to breathe correctly was basically stolen from your lungs, unrhythmic pants and huffs followed by mewls of bliss.

His veiny c*ck grazed against not only your tightened walls but also the sensitive spots inside that had you climaxing on contact.

Your nails dug into his skin and created crescent-shaped blemishes that burned his pale skin red. A breath was held in the depths of your lungs as ecstasy coursed through your veins.

You shuddered, contracting inwards and holding onto his toned waist for stability. Everything tightened... your limbs, your abdomen, and your velvety walls that perfectly molded around his member.

Midorima found your expression that was lost in bliss enchanting, absolutely scintillating, and had his pace increasing.

His lips reached your throat, kissing it with his mouth that was greedy for more. His tongue stroked the crook of your neck before traveling down your bare collarbone.

Your husband's mouth entrapped a bare nipple, his tongue flickering over it and intensifying the bliss through your nerves.

The whimpering that escaped your lips rang within his eardrums, giving him a boost of energy to finally reach his high.

"You test my patience so much." He stated along the soft mounds of your breast once he released your nipple. You didn't respond, too busy trying to focus on breathing.

His lips formed a smile, his head rising to kiss you once again and remind you to focus. It was hard when everything was so stimulating, so distracting, but with the help of his warm body against yours, you began to zone in again.

But once your focus returned, and so did your breathing, he pulsated, throbbing and twitching until he pressed you so firmly down onto him that the tip of his member drove against your cervix.

Nails drew blood as the sensation of his seed spraying into your womb flooded your system. The warm, almost burning hot liquid that couldn't fit any more inside slowly trickled out and drenched his trimmed pubic hairs.

Your whole body fell forward onto his chest, your husband's arms quickly wrapping around your torso to hold you securely.

"Are you okay?" He questioned softly, migrating stray hairs that stuck to the sweaty skin of your forehead.

"Yeah." The words were a blissful whisper that lacked the strength to be any louder than your ragged breathing.

The basil-haired man huffed audibly, stroking your back tenderly while he still rested inside of you, plugging his seed inside unconsciously.

"I did say you were going to regret it."

"Shintarou, shut it!" 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

✦ꜱᴏ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ :). ✦ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴏɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦5,453 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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