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Kawaiimafokushi.
Disclaimer: I don't own haikyuu
It's midnight. It's always midnight when Tsukishima finds himself awake, staring up at the ceiling too fatigued and bleary to even get up. It's always midnight that his mate, Yachi finds herself subconsciously snuggling up to the Megane after rolling over from their spooning, lips gently brushing over the crook of his neck as she steadily respires. Of course, the Megane is happy; he's got a good job, a loving mate, nice apartment, no boss (the list could go on) yet something is missing. "Kei." Pointed triangular ears react, standing erect and swivelling very slightly at the aftershock of the voice. "Hn?" He responds, quiet and languid, waiting for a reply.
"What's poking me?" Honeycomb orbs widen a fraction as he can't help but look down. He stifles a groan while the girl beside him pulls a face which is a morph of a smile and an apologetic look. Her hand is cold, earning a flinch from him as it wriggles underneath his boxer briefs and ever so lightly cups him. He shudders, hoping that she wouldn't notice yet she probably does anyway. She was his mate, she noticed everything about him.
They were probably going to have sex. Kei knew that she's probably in her heat cycle, if the strange noises coming from the occupied bathroom everyday and the heavy musk of pheromones were enough of a spoiler to him anyway. Hell the Megane even noticed how she swapped her B cup bras for her C ones a few days ago, even the black panties which are a size or two wider at the hips than usual. "Kei." Her voice is like honey, viscous and sweet earning a small grunt from him as soon as she begins to move her hand to accompany her voice. Somehow not shocked anymore, this was pretty common at times. "Kei." Instantly, her voice changes, more breathy and shuddery while a weight presses against the male, hips grinding on his crotch." He lets out a low groan.
'Woah okay this is a new development.' Before he's able to voice his thoughts, a pair of soft, pink lips crash against his own, breath emptying into his mouth while a tongue tasting of chocolate slithers in. The alpha is too tired to take the reins, so he lies back, tongue moving with the same fervour while he does what she desires for him to do. Long fingers slide beneath her bra, gently finding their way to stiffened nipples before they circle the small buds, earning a number of small hitches in breath from the female before a small moan slips into his mouth. He swallows the meal, and some of the blonde's saliva, with a languid motion. Large hands withdraw from her chest before slithering down to her hips, fingers pressing slightly harder after running down the girl's sides. They stay there, the female grinding against him adding more force. "Kei." Once again, she breathes, eyes half lidded and cheeks the colour of a sunset. At this point, the blonde doesn't even have to feel her panties to know that she's wet. "I want to bear your pups."
Fuck. Fog clouds his mind dangerously while a sudden burst of energy thrums through his body, thudding rhythmically against his ribcage. His dick is hypersensitive, literally spiking his pleasured drink with an amount of pain as he throbs against his mate's clothed opening. "I'd love that." He responds, balsamic vinegar spreading in the olive oil of his eyes. The pressure on Yachi's hips disappears. So does her shirt and her bra.
Before he can even exhale, the male is completely nude, small fingers tugging down his black boxer briefs, revealing his painfully erect member. A breath escapes from the bespectacled male as the cool air hits his scorching skin. Soft fingers wrap around his thick shaft, gently pumping a few times, allowing the blonde to melt in her hands. Honeycomb eyes lock on to the blonde tail flicking from side to side, alerting him
that she's drunk on anticipation and desire. "Do you want to-"
"Please fuck me." If his mouth wasn't already the Grand Canyon, hell it is now. The dangerous fog encircles his mind, getting more opaque by the minute while his roving eyes scan over her new position. The blonde on all fours, her thick blonde tail curled, fanning over her back revealing her soaked panties. The ever present long finger of the male hook sensually onto the sides of the black lace, tugging them down earning a strong scent of her pheromones. A small dribble of saliva trails from the corner of his mouth, golden eyes flashing and darkening. "Hurry." Usually, he'd laugh at someone's pathetic, desperate tone of voice yet now he doesn't give a single shit, large hands spreading beautiful sleek legs apart while he kneels between.
Her body is like an earthquake, jolting while the head pushes past her glistening lips while her voice is the siren, producing the most wanton, high pitched moan that he'd ever heard from her. However, that's not what completely kills him. "S-So tight." The gasp breaks from his mouth, starting at his throat and finishing as a white cloud in the cold room while the blonde underneath him releases short, shallow pants as her tongue literally lolls out of her mouth, dripping clear strands of saliva. Relentlessly, the male's hips canter forwards, slamming forcefully into her, his upper thighs smacking against her perky ass earning a scream of euphoria from the girl.
During these moments, Tsukishima's able to fully appreciate her, in all five senses. The supple, soft skin of her waist graces his calloused fingertips, teasing him and making him more than happy to hold onto, the softness of her voice, ringing out in pleasured cries, teases his ears, making think of a goddess moaning his name. Her natural scent empowers his nose. Cinnamon and cherries gracing his scent and calming him down while films of sweat which he goes down to lick once in a while taste so delightfully seasoned with just the right amount of body salts. And last but not least the sight of her. From her now long golden locks, the tattoo of a cherry blossom on her upper back with the petals gently floating down just above her bosom to her perfectly manicured toes. He really did love her.
"Kei. I love you." She manages to pant, staring back at him and a small smile tweaking on her lips. Tall enough, the male leans over just enough to give her an open mouthed kiss, his tongue caressing hers while he doesn't let up his vivace tempo, slamming into her with such force to make her cry out in his mouth. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he finishes. Slamming as far as possible inside of her and letting out a rather loud moan. "Hitoka." Then, after a blinding flash, warmth seeps into her hypersensitive, shuddering insides.
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He grumbles. Wanting nothing more than to finish this project and then go ahead and leave the house. He can't get it out of his head; he can't get him out of his head or her either for that matter. "God damn it." Honeycomb eyes harden, gazing at the impenetrable pale blue light of his macbook screen. Deciding not to bother to finish the piece, long fingers press his specks up his nose before hooking onto his Sehnheiser headphones. All too soon, the walking bass line drowns into the atmosphere, bleeding out in search for his ears. However, he doesn't care. With few locks of blonde hair touching the back of his grey leather office chair, his golden orbs find their way to his electrical beauty mounted on the wall behind him. His jazz bass. A fender from the 1960's- Tokyo Japan, the tricoloured sunburst body almost begging him to rest it on his lap, the dull glint of the slightly old strings call out to him while the fender logo on the head curves in its usual way, black letters standing boldly and proudly against the light wood. However, it's entirely dwarfed by the black beauty beside it.
His upright double bass was the bass that he is going to play tonight, the one that he was going to play for Yamaguchi, to help him keep the time with his improvisation. Yamaguchi. Olive oil eyes cast around his workspace in an attempt to get his mind off of his freckled companion. The large bookshelf dominates one side of the room, filled with ornaments, biographies and other books, the cork-board by the door, filled with old tickets which he had managed to salvage from his teen days, the teen days which he spent going to various jazz cafes with Yamaguchi.
He clamps his eyes shut, not wanting to think of the brunette anymore. Blonde ears begin to droop very slightly clearly notifying his state. Something, something needed to keep him distracted. Then, his gaze brushing past the wooden stool and the two amps on either side of it, his eyes lock on his desk. Papers are literally a part of it, piled high enough to rival the rather large speakers which flank each side of the desk, a small paperweight with white bubbles trapped inside of it, a packet of new saxophone reeds sit neatly atop a monstrous pile of work. "For fuck's sake." This time, he really does growl, large hand colliding with the paper, sending it toppling with ease down towards the ground, where it pools out, like a droplet of water on a surface.
All at once, he wants to yell, cry and laugh pathetically at himself. "Kei?" The Megane doesn't look over at her; he couldn't bring himself to give her the grief of seeing him cry. Or was it the chance to have some blackmail material? White knuckles press contrast against the dark oak wood of the desk. He's being bullied, black glasses threat to fall off of his face, along with tears threatening to spill from his sore eyes. "Kei what's wrong." She steps forwards, a soft fingertip tentatively pressing against his right arm. The blonde refuses to speak; knowing all too well that his voice will come out cracked, broken like two of the fucking wooden saxophone reeds lying uselessly on the floor. A stilling breath and a few furious blinks is all it takes for the blonde to pull his shit together and stare at his mate, hoping that his eyes aren't red and tears aren't streaking down his face.
"My grandma died." He responds, sounding nonchalant and casual about it.
"You're lying." A sigh slips past her lips, noticing his slightly shocked expression which he'd forgotten to school off of his face for a moment. "Are you feeling down?"
"That's an understatement." Then, more of her golden orbs are revealed.
"I-Is it because of the baby?" Then, his tail really does stiffen, ears now fully pointed and anger gone.
"What?"
"I-I forgot to tell you that I-I'm pregnant." All confidence within his love's voice had vanished, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. "S-Sorry." Blonde eyebrows droop for a second, laced with confusion yet, despite his current feelings about Yamaguchi, he cracks the widest grin which he could. Something only two people in his life would have seen. "That's great news!" The female Omega still stands frozen, allowing her love's arms to thaw her out.
"Really?" She questions, still dumbfounded at the entire aspect of her Megane husband actually visibly being excited.
"Of course!" The small chuckle which he emits almost sounds alien to Yachi's ears, yet it's no bad thing. "I love you Hitoka." She freezes, allowing the alpha to rest his large head on her shoulder, and gently kiss the side of her neck, nose merrily inhaling her scent all the while. "I-I love you too Kei."
She seats herself on his lap, allowing the male to pepper her face with light kisses, while she responds with the same passion and glee. Then, the bespectacled male scent checks his wife, teeth grazing gently on her neck, coating it in his own scent while she mirrors him. Gentle nuzzles and soft kisses are all it takes for his desire for his best friend to dull.