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Of all the eyes around the room that were watching you dance in the center of this ragtag saloon your friend group has all become accustomed to, none of them left a bigger impression than that of Nai’s. Even when your back was turned to him you felt his icy blue gaze from across the room, which was confirmed every time you turned back in his direction. It didn’t matter if you smiled or waved for him to join you, he stayed right where he was. He had his back pressed against the wall, standing by the table Vash and Meryl were at. He was too far away to hold a proper conversation with either of them, but if you had to guess that was probably his intention. It was obvious Nai didn’t like places like this, with its seedy crowd and loud music that he’d consider to be ‘bombastic and offensive to the ear.’
Regardless of the dramatics, it was still an achievement that you managed to convince him to come out with you tonight. It was nice to have a friends night every now and then, but there was no real reason for him to have denied the invitations in the past, considering Vash was always present. You usually didn’t push him on the subject whenever he declined, knowing he could be a bit of a homebody, but Nai has been acting… different lately, and you hoped that taking him out would maybe brighten his mood. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly, but there seemed to be something that was weighing on his mind as of late. You knew there was no use in asking him about it outright. Nai was never particularly good at expressing his feelings, at least in a way most people did. His mood swings were intimidating to witness to the average person, but by being patient and understanding, you always were able to get past his spurts of high emotions and down to the root of the issue. He’s expressed his annoyance before about how it was hard to stay mad when he was around you, and you had to remind him that that was a good thing. So you knew when he was ready to talk about whatever was going on in his head, he would come to you.
The old jukebox (which Nai was very conveniently standing as far away from as possible) switched from the fast paced folksy music it was previously playing to a smooth jazz tune. Besides Nai, all of you were at varying degrees of buzzed - Milly definitely being the drunkest. Despite competing heights with the twins, she sure was a lightweight. She was still dancing next to you and Wolfwood as if the entire tempo of the song never changed, and once her mind finally caught up with her ears, she perked up and looked towards the table where your friends sat to speak over the music, “Oh, Meryl! This is our song!!”
As the taller woman pushed past the groups of people on the dance floor and towards Meryl, the shorter woman said, “Milly, I don’t even know this song! And I don’t think you do either!”
But it was far too late, Milly circling her arms around Meryl’s tiny frame and lifting her out of her seat to sway her back and forth at a pace that she couldn’t keep up with. The noises coming from Meryl’s throat, though mildly concerning, were admittedly hilarious - and you and Wolfwood watched as the girls took up one whole side of the dance floor with Milly’s sporadic movements. Your attention was brought to him when he turned to face you, leaning in to speak close to your ear so you could hear him over the music, “That girl should be classified as a natural disaster when she drinks.”
You laughed beside him before responding back with, “Should we step in?”
Wolfwood looked behind him and you followed his gaze back to the girls, and within the span of time your focus was away from them the scene changed entirely. Now Milly was slumped over the poor woman, seconds away from crushing Meryl into a pulp on the ground if no one stepped in. You would’ve ran over to help, but Vash was already at their side, using his natural strength to prop the drunken girl upright and swiftly get her off the dance floor and into a chair. Meryl was visibly flustered but composed herself in time to go to the bar to get her friend some water. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened when Milly had a little too much to drink, but just before you were about to excuse yourself, Wolfwood stepped in your way, hands in his pockets as he gave you a sly grin, “Shall we pick up where they left off?”
“And get crushed? No thanks,” you said with a smile. Your brow raised when Wolfwood took one of your hands in his and placed the other on your waist, pulling you in to sway along to the sounds of the saxophone that played throughout the song.
“How about this?” he purred. His tone was undeniably flirty, but you knew to never take any of Wolfwood’s advances seriously. That’s just how he was with most everyone and he never pushed it too far - considering he knew you were taken. And besides, you were almost certain that he had a thing for either Milly or Vash. Or both. It was hard to tell sometimes with him. But either way, you knew that even if he was dancing with you in a way that could be perceived as a romantic partnership from the outside eye, the both of you were well aware that this was just fun times shared amongst two friends.
But that wasn’t perceived the same by everyone in the room.
Just when the bridge of the song was picking back up, someone grabbed your shoulder and spun you around so fast that you thought you were being thrown on the ground. But instead, you landed on the hard surface of your boyfriend's chest as he looked past your head and to your now former dance partner. Nai had been so distant since the start of the night that you had nearly forgotten he was here. You had also forgotten to mention that this was completely normal between you and Wolfwood, but maybe now was not the time to bring that up considering the daggers he was shooting at the dark haired man. They didn’t affect Wolfwood in any way. In fact, it almost sounded like he had this all planned out as he said with a cocky grin, “You’re supposed to ask for the next dance, bleached blondie.”
You felt Nai’s body go rigid against you, clearly not appreciating the nickname. Before things could get out of hand, you garnered his attention by placing your hands on his chest, giving him doe eyes through your lashes. He looked down at you from his significant height difference, the golden hue of the string lights above your head reflecting off of his angular face. Looking down at you, his expression shifted to something unreadable. It didn’t seem to have anything to do with what just transpired, but instead it was that same stiff look he’s been wearing as of late, the one that has had you concerned. Seeing it up close like this all but confirmed that it had something to do with you. If only the two of you weren’t in the middle of a dancefloor, maybe you could ask him what’s wrong…
Masking your own worry, you said to Nai, “I think I need a break anyway, let’s go-”
You were trying to gently coax him to one of the empty tables, but just when you unwittingly left the space between the two men open, Wolfwood said in a mocking tone, “The way you’ve been standing around all night, I nearly mistook you for a coat rack. Maybe it’s cuz you don’t know how to dance? Lord knows non-bleached blondie isn’t too good on his two feet either, but that’s due in part to the prosthetics. What’s your excuse?”
Nai stepped forward and for a moment your heart stopped, anticipating the moment one of them might lash out. There was a deafening amount of silence that not even the music could make up for, and just when your throat finally allowed words past it, Nai tugged on your arm and pulled you in so you were pressed up against him once again, this time much closer. From this up close you could smell the intoxicating rainwater scent that carried on his pale skin. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt, a few of the buttons undone at the top to expose parts of his broad chest. Both of his hands had a possessive hold over your arms now, holding you in place as he continued to speak over your head, directed at Wolfwood.
“I am familiar with the art of dancing, and based on what I’ve read, your footwork is nothing to brag about.”
That had to be the dorkiest comeback he could’ve said, and you had to hold back a well-meaning smile as Wolfwood raised his arms up, as if surrendering to a battle that never started. As he backed away, he said, “By all means, prove me wrong..”
The both of you watched him for a moment as he headed over to where the others were before you turned your head back up to Nai, who still wore an irritated expression as he watched the man saunter off. Garnering his attention with a squeeze of his arm, you said in a voice low enough for just him to here, “We don’t have to-”
“Shut up,” he interrupted, taking you off guard as he placed his hands in the same spots Wolfwoods’ were. Your lips made a small o at his response, not quite offended by it but certainly taken off guard. You’re not sure if you’ve ever danced with him before, but he seems more motivated by revenge than anything else. It was eye roll-inducing how easy it was for him to get caught up in Wolfwood’s antics, but you knew better than anyone that once Nai had an idea in his head, there was no going back on it.
As he started to guide you through the song, you instantly could spot the difference in your dance partners. Nai’s posture was much more structured and poised as he embraced you, your chests several inches apart as he looked down at you with eyes covered by shadows. He kept his eyes on you as he started to guide you across the dance floor, and your eyes widened in surprise at how coordinated he was. He wasn’t dancing in a way that really fit the slow sensual notes of the song, but it was easy to keep up with his pace considering how fluid the tempo was.
Once the initial shock wore off, you said, “How long have you been keeping this from me, Nai?”
Though you were only half joking, he of course answered in his usual serious tone with, “I’ve never danced before.”
“You picked this up from just reading?” you asked, lifting a brow quizically.
You noticed he wasn’t looking directly at you as he said, “You act as if that’s an impossibility.”
You wouldn’t call it that much, but for him to have translated words on a page to actual movements was, “It’s… well, I’m impressed.”
He didn’t seem to regard your compliment at all, his head in a different space. Wondering if it had anything to do with what just happened, you said in a softer tone, “But you should know that dancing with Wolfwood… It’s not a big deal. It’s the same as if I were to dance with the girls.”
He finally directed his gaze down to you, eyes seemingly glowing under the dim lights of the saloon. There were several artificial lanterns hung on the walls to give off a more authentic feel, and their warm cast made Nai’s eyes look skyey. His lips were pressed in a thin line before he said, “It doesn’t… feel that way to me.”
Before you could go against it, your still slightly tipsy brain said in a lighthearted tone, “It’s okay to admit if you were jealous.”
His hands dug a little harder into your waist as he said, “It isn’t and I won’t.”
You admittedly liked enticing his possessiveness from time to time, but you reminded yourself that you were in fact in the middle of a decently packed room, so it probably wasn’t the best time to play with fire right now. Still, you couldn’t help it when the idea popped into your head and immediately acted on it. Stepping forward to press your body against his, you said in a sticky sweet voice, “If it means anything, I would never dance with him like this…”
He kept his chin leveled as he looked down at you from his nose bridge, but his eyes didn’t hide the way your coy expression affected him. He always got like this whenever you were openly flirting with him, so it wasn’t a surprise when he said in a stiff voice, “The books said to keep your partner at least a one thirds arms length distance away.”
“But is that what you want?” you asked with faux naïveté, bringing the hand holding yours up to your lips while maintaining eye contact with him. He watched closely as the tender flesh brushed lightly against his knuckles as you said, “Doesn’t this feel so much better?”
From this up close you could feel his cock twitch against your stomach, and something dark passed over his eyes as he leaned in to say, “You’re treading on dangerous territory.”
Though he sounded vaguely threatening, you knew what those words actually entailed. You were close enough now that if either of you leaned in, you could’ve shared a kiss. But instead you kept the undercurrent of desire present by keeping some space between you two as you prodded him with, “Why? Cuz I'm going against what your dusty old books say?”
Whether he was supposed to kiss you or scold you for that got cut short by the sounds of a rather loud and suggestive whistle from across the room. You both turned your heads to see Wolfwood sitting at the bar, shooting you both a wide grin while keeping a comforting hand over Milly’s back, the girl almost completely slumped over his lap. He rolled the bent cigarette between his teeth to the other corner of his lips while he gave an obnoxious thumbs up from past his shoulder, clearly trying to get a reaction from Nai.
His annoyance was present, but he didn’t let it linger for long as he started to pull you off the dance floor. When you noticed that he was heading towards the exit door, you asked, “Where are we going?”
Without ever turning back, he said in a flat tone, “Home.”
—-
On the car ride home, you hardly had time to ask any questions since you were too busy texting a worried Meryl, who spotted you leaving the saloon in a hurry with Nai. She thought that one of you might’ve gotten sick, but you told her that Nai was tired and wanted to leave. She didn’t seem to question it from there, and wished you both a goodnight. You texted a similar sentiment before putting your phone down on your lap, feeling a little guilty for lying to your friend. Looking over at Nai, he still had that same concerning look on his face - the one that had been haunting you for weeks now. But this time it seemed even more exaggerated as he drove down the dark empty roads.
“What’s making you so-…. What made you wanna leave?” you asked, correcting your near slip up.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh?” you said with hubris, taken off guard by his matter of fact tone. Out of everything he could’ve said, you didn’t expect that - especially considering how rigid he’s been. But you knew he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it.
He turned his head to look at you for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road, “You really thought you could get away with acting all slutty like that unscathed?”
“Unscathed? You sound like you’re going to hurt me,” your voice was laced with worry but your face was telling a different story. So you would definitely be getting possessive Nai tonight? Perfectly fine by you.
“I might.”
You gave a hum of approval and started to lean over the dash, but that was halted when the hand closest to you reached out and pushed you back into your seat. He ignored your pout as he said, “Put your seatbelt on, idiot.”
The rest of the car ride home was spent in relative silence, Nai playing one of his go-to piano ballads over the speakers, citing he needed to ‘cleanse his eardrums.’ You let him have it his way as you leaned back in your seat, periodically laughing at the pictures the group was sending you in the group chat while they were all back at the bar. They decided it was about time to head home as well, but that proved to be easier said than done with Milly The Natural Disaster causing trouble on the way to the parking lot. It put your mind at ease that they all managed to hall a taxi by the time you arrived home, and you bid them all one final goodnight as you and Nai headed towards the front door of the house.
Maybe you shouldn’t have been so glued to your phone, because it wasn’t till you were inside that you noticed Nai’s clearly distressed face. It was like an amplified version of the face he had made earlier on the dance floor, except this time it looked as if he was in actual pain. His brows were knitted and you swore his hands were shaking…You couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Reaching out to cup his arm, you tried to get him to look at you as you asked, “Nai…What’s wrong?”
When he did finally look down at you, his gaze was so intense that it felt like he had x-ray vision. His eyes lingered on your face a bit, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the slight parting of your lip. You were standing close enough to him that when his gaze went further down, you assumed he was just staring at your chest. But upon closer inspection, it looked as if he was taking in all your features, making a mental note of them as if he was challenging himself to map it out from memory. What could’ve happened in the last few weeks to cause him to act this way?
He didn’t respond and when you went to ask him again, that was when he took action. He swiftly backed you up against the wall, one hand going up to cup the back of your head before it could hit the hard surface. The other hand was gripping your hip, pinning you in place. You could feel his fingertips twitching against your scalp and hip uncontrollably. His breathing seemed irregular and there was a slight flush to his pale face. As he leaned in close, you felt his hips press into your stomach first as he started to close the distance between you two. His head tilted to the side in preparation for a kiss, but from this up close you could feel how erratic his breathing had become. Just before he could join his lips to yours, you brought your hands up to his chest and pushed back so there was enough distance that he was looking at you.
“Nai!” you didn’t even have to ask your question again, your entire demeanor serious. He blinked rapidly, realizing just now how he’s been acting. His fingertips had unwittingly gripped so desperately at your side that he was holding a fistfull of your dress, something you didn’t even notice until your eyes followed down to where he was looking. The hem was raised high enough that he could see your underwear covered crotch, and his cheeks turning a deeper flush. Shakily letting the fabric loose he took a moment to close his eyes and breath, and you could see his eyes dart back and forth from behind his lids. Once they opened back up, you could see his pupils were blown but he was no longer shaking. To say he was composed was a stretch, but he seemed to have enough of a grasp over himself that he managed to speak clearly.
“I could never find the right time to broach the topic, and seeing you dance and have fun with your friends tonight filled me with this sense of… guilt?” he blinked off to the side, speaking through a conscious stream of thoughts. With a deep breath, he continued with, “Because I feel like if I speak my desires, I could be asking to take away those parts of your life - those things you enjoy. I want to give you the best life, but as for me… as a man, there’s things that I want too.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, genuinely clueless as to what he meant. Nai always tended to be serious, but his words made it sound like what he was saying was utterly detrimental. As if it could cause real damage to the relationship you two have built. It worried you, as your love for him has become so much a part of your life that it felt like anything that got in the way of it could rip you apart irrevocably.
He was looking at you this time as he said confessionaly, “I… want to put a baby in you. So badly.”
You couldn’t help but to huff a relieved laugh. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest, and you looked up at his now slightly scowling face to say, “That’s it? That's what’s gotten you all worked up these past few weeks?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said plainly, always oblivious to his own feelings.
Giving a half eyeroll, you gripped the sides of his shirt as you said, “Of course you don’t. But it’s like I always say.. You’re easier to read than a book, darling.”
A bit of air left your lungs when he pinned your hips back up against the wall with both hands, eyes bulging slightly as he started to move in closer,head tilting to the side. Bits of his light hair could be felt against your temple as he leaned his forehead against your own to say, “I don’t take kindly to being called easy.”
You’ve had enough experience with Nai that you could spot past the hazy look in his eyes lied the smallest hint of a smile. He was fighting it back as he leaned in closer. Just as his lips were ghosting over yours, you ran your hands further up his shirt till you felt the bit of exposed skin between the material and said, “Is that any way to treat the mother of your children?”
His whole body stiffened and he pulled back, looking in your eyes deeply to see if you meant even half of what you said. He watched your face form a giddy smile and even though nothing had happened yet, he swore you were glowing. With pride? Love? Whatever it was, it gave his heart a heavy feeling. The only thought running through his mind now was that he felt like he was meant to be here. Of all the twists and wrong turns his life has gone down, of all the disappointment and let downs… This made sense. No amount of studying or meticulous planning could’ve made him expect to find the level of happiness he felt now.
You couldn’t read his thoughts, but the intense look he had been giving you for the past few seconds stretched on long enough that you felt heat creep up your cheeks and you lightly pressed on his chest, giving him an anxious smile as you said, “Earth to Nai…?”
That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts and he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss before pulling back to say, “I know you’re on birth control right now but… can you just give me this. Can you let me have my way with you… The way I want. The way I’ve been wanting it.”
Every part of him seemed to vibrate with anticipation and made your grin grow wider, “Yes, you c-!”
Before you could even finish your sentence, he was hauling you up into his arms, carrying you down the hall and into the living room. You could tell he was too impatient to take this to the bedroom by the way he turned and sank onto the couch, taking you down with him. His lips were on yours in an instant and he was pulling up your dress while you straddled his lap. It felt like his hands were all over as a grind motion picked up, too many layers of clothing separating you two. You exercised some patience, starting with his shirt that had been teasing his wonderful muscles underneath all night. You never got tired of feeling the valleys of his chest, even now as you peeled back the shirt and revealed his pale chest. He almost seemed relieved to have more contact with the cool air, his chest puffing out to allow you to more ease with sliding the sleeves the rest of the way down his arms. He groaned in delight as you ran your nails up his arms before cupping the back of his neck with both hands.
You kissed him more deeply as his hands shamelessly felt you up from underneath your dress. Your tongues were dancing between the seams of your mouths as he groped at any bit of flesh he could get his hand on. When he unclasped your bra, that was when you pulled back to take everything else off, leaving you in just your underwear. You couldn’t help but for a smile to break through when realizing how the both of you were breathing heavily and already looked disheveled. Nai always looked hot, but there was something especially erotic about the way he looked right now, eyes hooded as he looked at you like a starved predator cornering its prey. His upper chest and apples of his cheeks were flushed pink and you could see his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he looked at your mostly nude form. He was like a fallen star, so beautiful it was hard to look at.
“Who’s the easy one now?” he deadpanned, watching your face go from silent wonderment to one of offense.
You gaped up at him before lightly smacking his chest, voice going up an octave as you said, “You’re one to speak. Look at you!”
He ignored that in favor of shrugging his pants and underwear down, his fully hard cock popping out and landing on his stomach. The tip blushed wildly against his pale complexion, the slit glistening with pre. It made you squirm in anticipation as the wetness in your underwear felt even more apparent. He wasted no time pulling your hips forward and moving your underwear to the side as he lined himself up with you. Just before you could feel it pressing into you, he held you in place as he looked deep in your eyes to say, “Are you sure?”
You gave him your verbal consent, and right when the words left your mouth, he pushed his hips up at the same time that he was pulling yours down. You never got used to the feeling, and this time was no different as you gripped tightly onto his shoulders. While you adjusted to the stretch, Nai gave a humorless huff of a laugh as he said, “You can be a slut all you want now, but soon your belly will be too big to dance with anyone.”
“Is that what this is about?” you said into his ear, trying to mask how breathless you already felt.
“You know it’s not, but I just felt the need to remind you,” he said while keeping an even pace with his hips, not rough but still a lot to handle considering his size.
You were leaning onto his chest with your arms wrapped around his neck, and spoke over his shoulder, “Well, if you want that to happen you first need to fuck a baby into me, don’t you think?”
His hips stuttered to a halt all the sudden, and it was when his hand squeezed your hips even tighter that you knew that you had spoken out of turn - and would soon pay the price for it.
After that brief pause, he picked back up where he left off, his fingertips digging into your flesh until they moved down to your ass, palming the parts that weren’t covered by your panties before one of his hands winded back and smacked your ass. It was so sudden that it made you jolt, but his other hand was there to keep you in place. He spanked you over and over, ignoring the whimpers of pain you made over his shoulder every time he struck the tender skin. The pain was bearable, but maybe that was only because you were love drunk on his cock.
His hand eventually came back down to rest on the area he focused most of his strikes on, massaging it as if he was doing you a favor. You knew what it really meant was to remind you of the pain. His other hand slid up to grab a fistful of your hair near the nape of your neck, pulling it back so you were looking into his fierce eyes as he said, “I’m gonna make you work for my seed tonight.”
The grasp he had on you meant you couldn’t hide your face from him any longer, and all the while he drank in the expressions and noises that bubbled to the surface following what he said. He has basically rendered you useless at this point, hold so strong on you that all you could do was be fucked like a rag doll. His composure hardly faltered, watching you closely to see your face morph into an expression he never got tired of seeing. After the first time he saw it, long ago when you two were first becoming sexually active, he had witnessed it once he learned how to work with your body. And since then he’s made it his goal to watch your eyes glaze over and face go slack in pure euphoria. Sometimes it seemed like he liked that more than actually climaxing. You’d try to hold out, either to drag out the moment longer or for your own ego. But he always figured out a way to get you there, and now was no different.
Once your eyes rolled back, he leaned in to kiss you. It was slow and wet, his tongue laying patterns against your own. When he pulled back, your tongue was still expectantly swirling around the perimeter of your lips, waiting for his to return. Nai couldn’t help but to chuckle at your expense before saying, “..You always get like this when you ride me.”
Blinking in surprise at the loss of contact with his mouth on yours, you wore a dazed expression as you answered back with a muffled, “It’s.. s’ big…”
His cheeks pinked at your honesty, “You should be used to that by now..”
He loosened up on his grasp when you leaned in, eyeing his lips before they lazily trailed up to his. In a near whisper, you asked, “..Are you used to me?”
It was a combination of your words and proximity that made a chill run up Nai’s spine before he answered back with a definitive, “Never.”
He grabbed onto your hips with both hands just as he did earlier, but this time with far greater strength to them as he used your body at his disposal. He was fucking into you way harder than before, and every breath and noise that escaped your lips came out broken and unfiltered as you felt yourself go light. You tried to focus on his eyes but it was hard to keep them open, let alone in one place with the way he was treating you. You didn’t notice the distress in his face till he let out a groan to say, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.”
Without warning, he was pulling you off of him, making you feel suddenly empty as he maneuvered your body so you were facing away from him. You groaned in frustration as you anxiously waited for him to put it back in, but it wasn’t until you were sitting on top of his lap again that he could oblige. You could feel his chest pressed up against your back as he reached over you to grasp himself, running the fat head of his cock over your clit before slowly pushing back inside you. You gratefully sank down on him, one hand going back to hold onto the back of his neck while you leaned your head against his shoulder. You shared some lazy kisses in between panting breaths but it was hard to stay focused when his fingers started grazing your clit, rolling the swollen nub over the pad of his index finger. His hands were so big that he only ever needed to use one finger to get the job done, but this time he decided to roll it between two fingers, bringing about a whole new sensation that made you melt further into him.
His other hand was running over your arm, neck, chest and down to your belly, where he kept a possessive but gentle hold over. That made you jolt in surprise and you turned your head to say in a whimpering tone, “Nai, don’t touch me there.. It’s.. embarrassing….”
You weren’t the biggest fan of that part of your body and he knew that, but that’s never stopped him before. It wasn’t every time you two were intimate, but something about him feeling up that area now felt more…significant.
“You're embarrassed by this? This is where our baby will grow..”
He said that in such an impassioned tone that you couldn’t help but to meet his eyes longingly, “Nai..”
The same hand ran up your abdomen, long fingers brushing past your ribcage till he grasped one of your breasts. He was gentle there too but still put enough pressure to make you look down and watch as he squeezed the malleable flesh, the soft skin slightly protruding from between his fingers.
“These will develop more..And supply the child with nourishment. All coming from you..”
Though he was explaining something to you that you were well aware of, something about the last part of what he said sounded so poetic coming from his lips. You felt a shudder go down your body as you continued to thrust your hips down to meet his, the pressure of his fingertips at your apex causing your center to grow heavy. He was going to drive you crazy if he kept talking like this.
Asking simply just to hear him more, you said, “..Do you want a boy or girl?”
With his chin resting on your shoulder, his gaze stayed pointed down at your body as he said, “I don’t care either way. We’ll keep trying till we have both.”
Another shudder and you melted deeper into him, face pointed towards the ceiling as you said, “You’re going to ruin me..”
He turned his head and spoke against your ear, “Exactly. You’re mine and mine only.”
To emphasize his point, he spread his thighs further apart, causing you to do the same. It gave him more leverage to thrust up into you. You were back to being his personal fuck toy again, but the feeling was welcomed in the way four of his fingers were now paying devotion to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles that made your whole body seize up in pleasure. You grabbed both of his wrists, not to pull them away but to brace yourself for what was to come. You were almost certain that even if you did try to pull them off, he wouldn’t have let up. From the sounds escaping his throat, you could tell that he was getting lost in his pleasure as well but was still making a conscious effort to see you fall first.
In a last ditch effort to gain back some semblance of control, you reached down with one hand and gripped his balls, causing him to hiss in surprise. You were still an utter mess before him but managed to give him a coy smile when he looked down at you. Something dark casted over his eyes and he gave you a vengeful look before saying, “You bitch.”
He ran his tongue along the perimeter of his teeth as he tilted his head down, and before you could stop him he was sinking his sharp canines into the crook of your neck. This was another thing he always got a sick pleasure out of whenever he did it. Maybe it had to do with the way your body would writhe, or the animalistic sounds that spilled from your throat. Regardless, it always managed to do the trick in tipping you over the edge, and the harder he sucked over your carotid artery, the more your body naturally submitted to him. The pressure sent stars across your vision and the hand cupping him started to let him loose until the hand that was over your chest came down, covering it with yours to keep it in place. His teeth unlatched from your neck to say in a deep, slightly angered voice, “No, finish what you started.”
The hand over yours was guiding you to tug and palm at him the way he liked before it returned to your chest, but this time snaking up between your breasts till it was circling your neck. The air that escaped your lungs confirmed that he wasn’t going to squeeze, but you felt pinned in place as he started to use his full force on your hips. You could feel his balls tighten in your grasp, parts of it lubricated by your leaking juices. He kissed and nipped at your jawline, a poor attempt at covering up the moans that were falling from his lips. This had to be the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him and something in that filled your heart with great joy at the prospect of starting a family with him. You could already see it now… Him doing meticulous research on all things pregnancy related, the arguments over what color the nursery should be, the spark he’ll get in his eyes when he finally gets to see his and your creation for the first time… You hadn’t thought much about starting a family before tonight, but now it was all you wanted.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said breathlessly, biting down hard on his lower lip. You could tell he was holding out for you, and you raised your free hand to his chin to turn his face so he was looking at you. At first he looked concerned, but when he saw the radiant look in your eyes, his expression softened into something similar. You wanted to tell him at that moment that you loved him, that you trusted him and that you were looking forward to the future. But the overworked nerves in your body took priority and your words came out a jumbled mess as you came over his lap. He couldn’t postpone his descent any longer, a deep rumble forming in his chest before he came with a grunt, hips and fingers still working you through your pleasure. You could feel his shaft pulsing inside of you as he spilled his load, filling you with warmth.
You stayed as you were, laying over him while catching your breath. He didn’t seem to mind, the both of you too exhausted to move. Even though you both had finished, his hips still moved slowly inside of you, relishing your warmth for as long as he could. Eventually he was soft enough to slip out, and once he did you felt his seed leak from your abused hole. As tired as you were, you were about to excuse yourself to clean off but that’s when one of his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you up against him as his other hand traveled south. You took in a warning breath before he slipped two fingers in, guiding the cum back inside of you.
As he looked down at your body, he said in his usual serious tone, “Soon enough…”
Things had changed, but he was certainly back to normal.
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One Year Later
You stood at the doorway of the bedroom, one hand over your protruding stomach as you watched Nai turn the page of the book he was reading. He was sitting up in bed, the sheets covering his lower half and he had on a snug white t-shirt. He didn’t look up from the page as you said, “She’s kicking again. I think she wants to hear you play.”
The slowness of his movements as he closed the book and set it on the night stand reflected his annoyance as he said, “Again? This has become a daily occurrence.”
“Hey, you formed the habit,” you pointed at him accusingly, to which he didn’t have an argument against.
After the checkup where the doctor informed you both that the baby’s hearing had started to develop, Nai picked back up on the piano. He never really abandoned the instrument, but adult responsibilities got in the way of prioritizing simple pleasures like that. But the first time he played it for you and her, it sounded just as beautifully as the last time you heard him play. From then on there would be times where the baby almost felt restless inside of you, and after so many failed attempts to figure out what was causing it, you realized that all she wanted was to hear the piano again.
Though he’s attempted to teach you the keys in the past, you were nothing in comparison to his daft fingers. There was a symphony that he and Vash composed as a kid that he would play nearly every time he went back on the bench, and the baby seemed to have grown fond of that tune in specific. You understood completely, as it was your favorite to hear as well. But now she wanted to hear it every night, and you knew it was a losing game to try to ignore her demands.
Once you saw him start to climb out of bed, you went out to the living room to wait for him on the piano bench. When he entered the room, you returned his grumpy leer with a purposefully exaggerated smile. If there was any time you were allowed to be smug, it was now. He sat next to you, side brushing up against your own as he pulled back the fallboard. Though he knew this melody like the back of his hand, he still kept his gaze focused on the keys as he started to play. He did this because he’d oftentimes get lost in the music, the ballad seemingly transporting him to a different headspace. You’ve seen it happen a dozen times before. His eyes would get this distant look as his fingers worked overtime to keep up with the chaotic build of the melody. He stayed like that for the entirety of the playthrough, his focus coming back as the song trickled to a soft end.
He held the last note for an extended period and looked down at you with the softest hint of a smile. The baby had finally settled down, and you wondered if the song was successful in lulling her to sleep. But when Nai leaned down to kiss the top of your belly, you felt one final soft kick against your stomach where his hand was over. That made Nai’s head perk up, and you could see the tips of his ears turn pink.
Just a few more weeks and they’d finally get to meet each other, and you couldn’t have been more proud to be the one to give them that.