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After three months of being separated from his wife of three years, Yuuta is finally home.
For the most part, his return has been exactly what he expected: an exchange of pleasantries and comfort, kisses full of shared longing, and the feeling of home settling into his being, with his favorite dishes laid out on their kitchen table.
Yet when they reach the bedroom, Yuuta cannot find it in himself to brush off the unease which soaks in his pores. Yuuta and Maki have known each other for more than a decade now; a couple for the large majority of their time together. They’ve reached a comfortable stage of sensing what the other is feeling without verbal communication, ever attuned to the other’s thoughts.
Tonight though, Maki is acting unusual, strange. She’s more quiet than usual, fidgeting with her hands, eyes diverting from his own.
A hesitancy sits in her body language which has him questioning what he’s doing.
It’s peculiar. He’s rarely seen her behave this way outside of a few occurrences. He can count them solely with his fingers.
Their first time together where neither knew what they were doing with shaky hands, nervous breaths, and hesitant touches; Where Yuuta had to ask her what she liked and where she wanted him; Where he finished a touch too soon, rectifying the grievous error a moment later.
Or the time they explored something different; something they unexpectedly enjoyed more than they initially thought. Maki had always been unafraid to tell him what she liked, as such he’ll never forget how differently she behaved then.
But this… this Maki is different. This Maki has him nervous, returning to the sixteen year old boy who didn’t know any better, mind running in various directions. She doesn’t shy away from him but hesitates to reciprocate, as if something weighs on her mind.
Something is distracting her and he’s not sure he likes it.
Was it too soon? Yuuta’s desperate to have her, make her his once again, to etch his body in hers, but he doesn’t mind - never minds - if they skip making love tonight.
Yuuta has always been fine with any choice she makes.
“Maki,” he mumbles into her neck, running his nose down the expanse of her skin. He breathes her in, grasping at whatever he can reach before she’ll undoubtedly pull away.
“Yeah?” She answers, breathless. She’s fidgeting beneath him, muscles tensing unnaturally when his hands press into her.
He lifts his head up, looking down at the woman he loves with an expression full of concern and questions. “Hey,” he calls, watching her face closely, carefully. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to.”
Maki swallows nervously, staring at him in silence. Time ticks by, drowning out the sounds of their breaths. Wanting to ease her anxiety, he picks up her left hand from the base of his shoulders, lying kisses upon her palms and fingertips. “It’s okay,” he reassures.
Maki’s cheeks flush red, teeth pressing in her lip. Her mouth opens before closing again, words bottled up. He knows there’s more but doesn’t press.
“That’s… not what’s bothering me.”
“Mm,” he hums, releasing her hand to cup her cheek. His thumb runs over the skin beneath her burned eye, observing her shiver at his touch. Fighting the dread threatening to creep over him, his lips pull together in a reassuring smile. “You’re shaking. I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want right now. That’s the last thing I want to do.”
Her hand reaches up, interlocking her fingers with his own. She presses her face further in his palm, finding solace in the small sanctuary he offers within his roughed, calloused hands. Her eyes flutter shut, chest moving in a rapid rise and fall.
Yuuta waits as he always has.
Maki’s eyes abruptly open, unfathomable depths of gold searing into his own blue.
“Yuuta,” she starts, a hesitancy wrapped around her words. Patient, his eyes remain locked with hers. She slowly moves their hands, still wrapped together, down her body, through the valley of her breasts before resting his palm on her lower stomach.
With the lightest of pressures, she presses his hand over her womb.
Yuuta’s heart begins to quicken in pace, a drum beating against his rib cage.
“I… I want a baby.”
He finds himself unable to breathe, the air caught in his throat from her declaration.
His head feels empty, thinking he must have misheard her. The idea is improbable because Maki only ever says what she means, even in his dreams. Maki isn’t one to beat around the bush with underlying meanings to her words, and the dark flush in her cheeks clues him that he heard correctly.
The words he’s always wanted to hear have willingly spilled from her mouth.
Maki looks at his face carefully, waiting for his reaction.
His mind is rendered absolutely useless as he registers what she’s said, lost in the past.
They’ve discussed kids before. One of their first conversations after he abruptly asked her to spend the rest of her life with him was about kids.
He can still recall the way she looked at him, face full of regret and hurt. The way his heart hammered in his chest, a thundering storm. The dreadful thoughts which suffocated him, thinking, this is it, this is when I lose my heart again before she told him she didn’t want kids.
The announcement left him stunned. Yuuta had always loved kids. Once, he imagined a life with her involving kids. Their children.
But… wanting kids meant not having Maki. He could do without them.
Yuuta couldn’t live without her.
Not having kids was an easy decision, a choice he’d make on the daily if it meant Maki would stay by his side for the rest of their lives.
Only, she was flipping the script and telling him what he’d wanted. She wanted to have a baby .
A baby, his mind whispers, heart fluttering.
When Yuuta doesn’t reply, Maki continues speaking with a flustered tone, confidence dwindling.
“I mean… I know what I’ve said before about not having a baby but… I see the way you look at everyone else. I see the care you have and I think while I may not be a great mother, you’re going to be a fantastic father and I think… I think it’ll be okay if I learn how to be a parent… with you. Together.”
Ears ringing, Yuuta’s mouth dries. All the love he’s held for her over the years begins bursting at the seams, threatening to take over him. He feels tense, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
He wants this. Gods, he’s wanted this, but right now it’s important she believes in herself first.
“Maki,” he says slowly, heart stuck in his throat. “You’re going to be a great mother.”
She flinches at his words.
He continues, hand stroking her belly. “I know you’ll be a great mother because you’re so worried about not being a great mother, and they’re going to love you just as much as I do.”
Maki’s eyes soften at his words, tears flattering the bottoms of her golden eyes. He hesitates, nerves running haywire. He leans down, kissing the underside of her eyes, laying kisses inch by inch on her skin.
“Are you sure? This isn’t something we can take back,” he whispers.
For the first time in a long time, Yuuta does not feel confident in his ability to stop once they start. He’s never wanted her so much before. The image of a pregnant Maki imprinted on his mind.
His baby inside of her. Their baby.
The idea threatens to topple him over; push him over an edge, never to come back. He feels himself strain in his pants, hands itching to do more. His fingers press into the skin of her abdomen, rubbing the skin tenderly, imagining her belly soft and full, filled with him.
Fuck , has he ever been this turned on? He feels his more feral desires taking over, more beast than man.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, smiling. “I’ve never been surer, Yuuta.”
Maki leans up, nose touching his own. Close enough to see the freckles in her eyes, a constellation with a twinkle he’s grown to love. Her lips centimeters from his own, close enough to taste.
“Put a baby in me, Yuuta.”
It’s all Yuuta has ever wanted.
Without another thought, his hands cup her cheeks. Mumbles of agreement spill from his lips and the smile she supplies him with is enough to snap the cord holding him in place. He presses his mouth into hers with a throbbing desperation, her lips enthusiastically responding to his.
The kiss is wild, full of need, conveying all the words left unsaid between them.
A baby with Maki , is stuck inside of his head, playing like a song on repeat.
There’s a flutter in his chest. A rumbling deep within his throat.
He needs her.
When he pulls back for air, they’re both momentarily left breathless. Her golden eyes are partly closed, chest heaving against his own. He can feel her heart beating rapidly, mimicking the wild rhythm of his own.
Yuuta wastes no time, lips finding hers again. Her hands bury themselves in his messy hair, tangling themselves in his strands. Their lips move against one another in tandem, a fire erupting between them; an agreement set in stone.
Eager, his hands begin a slow journey of rediscovery, sliding from the base of her neck to the curve of her breasts. She shivers with his touch, highly aware of his stifling desire.
She’s so warm.
Breaking the kiss, he abruptly sits up, tearing his own shirt off in a hurry. His eyes catch Maki’s own trailing down his body. He shoots her a teasing grin, hands snaking to her waist. He pulls her up to his lap, fingers tugging at her shirt.
“Off,” he whispers. She wordlessly lifts her arms up, giving him room to remove the contraption of fabric shielding her skin from his eyes.
His lips move to find hers again, only her hand stops him. She disentangles him from her with a small push.
Yuuta immediately drops his hands, silently observing her. Maki takes the moment of pause to shimmy out of the remainder of her clothes, leaving herself completely bare in front of him. Yuuta drinks her in, gaze heavy on the plane of her exposed belly.
A feral noise rips from his throat.
Maki shivers above him.
“Beautiful,” Yuuta murmurs in absolute awe.
She chuckles, settling herself on his lap, hands anchoring themselves to his shoulders. With permission to resume, his hands crawl across her back, padding against the lining of her burns. He loves this part of her, wasting no time to remind her each time they find their bodies entangled in another.
One hand makes its way to her breasts, cupping the scorched breast with reverence. Running a thumb over her puckered nipple, Yuuta finds his control slip even further. His thoughts begin turning on how her breasts will grow; how they’ll begin to spill over in his hands in preparation for another life.
A life she’ll give birth to.
Maki trembles in his grasp, fingers tightening along his shoulders. His lips find her neck, scorching kisses upon the exposed skin, slipping from the nape of her neck to her collarbone. His lips praise the bones of her clavicles, following the trail to her shoulders as his calloused hands mold themselves further against her suppleness.
His other hand moves, tracing the curvature of her body, making a beeline for her inner thighs. His fingers are fleeting against her skin, creating a trail of fire, burning hotter than any flame. They slow to a stop upon her lower stomach, fluttering against the skin, padding into the softness there.
“Yuuta,” she gasps when his fingers peek below her womb. Feather-like touches grazing where she wants him.
He glances up, drinking her in. The furrow in her brow; the flush settled in her cheeks; the subtle part in her lips. A sight he never grows tired of.
Maki pulls him up to her, capturing his lips in a fervent kiss. Maki pours all her desperation in the kiss, matching his intensity. Yuuta can feel the eagerness in her lips as they move, shaping themselves into his.
Her hips push against his roaming fingers, soaking them in her arousal. She throws her head back, breaking the kiss with a gasp resembling his name when a finger moves along her slit.
Yuuta has spent years memorizing every part of her, engraving his mind with every touch which sends her to another universe, splitting her apart atom by atom.
Not one to be dominated fully, Maki returns the favor. Her arms glide from his shoulders to the lower expanse of his abdomen. Her fingers pull against his pants, snapping the fabric along his skin.
“Yuuta, take these off, ” she all but demands.
He smiles, all too willing to listen as she eyes his bulging arousal. Hands heavy on her waist, he pushes her flat on the bed. He maneuvers his way out of the material, her hands aiding in their removal.
As a reward, her hands entangle to the back of his neck, bringing him down to meet her lips. When her tongue settles in a hurried dance with his own, her hands reach for his length. They run along him expertly, drawing moans from his mouth.
"Yuuta," she says along his lips. Yuuta's heart hammers in his chest, ears ringing from the rush of blood. The fear creeps inside of him, churning his stomach. She's changed her mind, he thinks.
He tightens his grip upon her skin, fingers finding purchase in the delicate skin beneath his fingertips.
Sensing his fear, Maki ruts upwards, rubbing her slit along his length in practiced movements.
"Put a baby in me," she whispers, gnawing on her lower lips. She pushes him upwards, sitting herself prettily in his lap, knees caged him between her. He’s a weak man, glancing down between them. His cock quivering in anticipation. Her heat sweeps from his tip to the base, saturating him in her arousal.
A groan rips from deep within his chest. Her breasts rub along his chest, arms enclosing around his neck.
"Yuuta," Maki repeats. Liquid golds interlock with ocean blues. " Please put a baby in me."
His control breaks like glass, shattering in tiny broken fragments, unable to be put back together. Without warning he’s there, buried, soaked, and Maki is meeting him at the hilt. She’s wrapped around every inch of him like an inescapable vice, hot and slick and-
She feels absolutely amazing.
Yuuta’s eyes are glued onto her, entranced by the tremble in her lips, golden eyes rolling back.
He's never been inside of her like this - without protection, able to fully feel her. It's an indescribable feeling. Other worldly, taking him outside of their galaxy to another universe. It feels heavenly. She feels heavenly. A gift bestowed upon him which he takes with no reservations.
"Fuck, Maki," he rasps, her movements displacing any coherent thought left in his head. She mumbles words of encouragement, hips gyrating in small movements.
He hisses, resting his forehead upon the mantle of her shoulders. He breathes on her skin, trying to grow accustomed to the feeling of her like this. The toughest battle he’s faced yet.
“Yuuta,” Maki says, voice stretched with impatience, “ move .”
Yuuta answers. Wrapping an arm behind her, anchoring her body to his. His other hand grabs her thigh, lifting the taut muscle to reach her further. Maki’s nails cling into the skin of his shoulders without remorse at his movement, feeling him so far up inside of her with no protection
“You okay?”
Maki doesn’t answer, breaths shaky beside his ear.
They developed a safe word long ago and he takes her lack of response as an okay to move. He shifts his cock in her, pushing against her walls, filling her with subtle movements.
He sinks into her as far as their bodies will allow, wanting to be swallowed and devoured by her wholly. She contracts against his cock, walls fluttering along his length. With every twist of her hips, he seats himself inside of her deeper.
It has Maki releasing little curses from her breath, sounds hitching in her throat.
He could go the rest of his life pleasuring her if it meant listening to her like this. She’s a siren with the sounds rolling off her lips, hypnotizing him, damning him to hell. He’s left helpless, a sailor meant to drown, losing himself to the sound of her.
Yuuta wants her closer, so much closer. He cups the nape of her neck, moving his mouth against her own. Her plump lips meet his with an eager ferocity. He swallows each moan of hers, stealing her breath away. Her soft breasts press against his rigid chest, the just-right rhythm of their bodies moving in tandem aiding in her pleasure.
Blue eyes set on her, he watches Maki’s head tilt back, taking in the shifts in her face with every rock of his hips.
He moves the hand on her thigh, sliding down the front of her body. The bottom of his palm presses in her belly, middle finger on her clit. He rubs at the bud with precision, working her to the edge.
Maki moans, incoherent pleas falling from her lips. He grinds into her with a greater force, redoubling the effort between his cock buried deep within her and the finger on her clit, playing her like an instrument.
She shakes within his lap, hands cupping the sides of his face. She rests her forehead on his, liquid gold eyes searing into his eyes. Her mouth crashes against his, moving her lips fully against his. There’s a desperation in the kiss as she comes apart at the pieces, his mouth swallowing her moans as waves burst through a dam, sending her tumbling to another plane of existence.
The flutter is enough to set Yuuta off, hips rising at an uneven rhythm. The grip wrapped around her tightens, rocking up into her a little harder, a little faster, helping her ride the waves as he searches for his own release.
Breathless, Maki mumbles upon his lips.
“Come inside me, Yuuta.”
Her words manage to send him over the edge as she squeezes him tightly, pleasure spiking throughout his spine to every nerve in his body. The release punches him wholly, hips stuttering off-key in a frenzied ache. Her name a prayer on his lips, fucking into her in a messy ruinous way, vision blinding.
Silence encompasses them, both fighting for their breaths. Yuuta gently rocks their bodies together, pulling her impossibly closer, limbs entangling tightly together. Maki wraps her arms around his shoulder, small hands mapping the muscles of his back.
Yuuta breaks the silence, voice hoarse and still half-breathless.
“I love you.” He leans his forehead against hers softly, heart fluttering with each stroke of her hands across the field of his back. “I love you so much, Maki.”
Maki swallows, the corners of her lips turning up. She moves both hands to cup his face within her small palms, staring at him wordlessly. Yuuta can see it in her eyes - all the love she holds for him.
“I love you too,” she murmurs, lips fluttering against his own. She kisses him slowly, sloppily running her lips across his. It’s not much, but it’s enough to excite him again. A deep groan pulls from his throat, feeling himself grow from his place inside her.
And she bursts out laughing, happiness dripping from her. His heart skips a few beats from the sound, enchanted by the smile on her lips. He looks at her with a tender smile, finding himself falling in love with her all over again.
When she manages to catch her breath, she looks back at him, eyes glittering with a fire. The smile on her face mischievous.
“Now should we try again, birthday boy?” she questions, playfully.
Momentarily taken aback, Yuuta sputters, wide-eyed. Sinking her into the mattress, he groans in her neck.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He was all too willing to try again.