Chapter Text
You woke up feeling mischievous that morning, the kind of light, cheeky mood that comes after a deep and satisfying sleep. A lazy stretch arched your back as you listened to the familiar sounds of Kei moving around the bathroom. A grin tugged at your lips as a naughty little thought sparked to life.
Without a word, you padded across the floor, peeled off your clothes, and slipped quietly through the half-open door. Steam curled through the air like a warm invitation, fogging the glass and dampening the mirror. Kei stood beneath the shower, his back turned away from you. You watched as drops of water cascade over his broad shoulders, tracing the lean lines of muscle that rested so perfectly in place. The sight made your face heat.
You stepped into the warmth carefully. You let the spray dampen your skin before pressing yourself lightly against his back, wearing your cheekiest smile. His body his warm, and it made you feel satisfied.
He flinched slightly and glanced over his shoulder, water dripping from his blond hair. "What are you doing?"
The words hit harder than intended. You froze not in fear, but in sudden, irrational insecurity seeping through your mind.
"…So now I’m not allowed to shower with you?" Your voice carried that defensive wobble you hated but couldn’t quite swallow. "Because I’ve grown big?"
Kei blinked, then turned fully, as if you had just declared war over soap. "What? No, that’s not what I meant, baby."
Your arms folded across your growing belly, shooting him a disappointed look. "You hesitated," you accused, voice cracking slightly.
"I didn’t hesitate." His sigh was heavy, resigned, already recognizing the storm gathering in your eyes. "I was just surprised, you sneaky gremlin. I didn’t hear you come in."
But your bottom lip had already pushed forward, your eyes glassy with frustrated tears, the steam only making them shine brighter. A part of you though that it must be the hormones acting up again, but you can't push the thought that Kei doesn't like you anymore.
In fact Kei thought differently. He bit the inside of his cheek, fighting so hard not to laugh. Because, gods, even dripping wet with your pout in full force, you looked absurdly adorable. Like some sulky forest spirit who’d been denied its favorite snack.
"You’re so cute when you’re like this," he muttered under his breath.
Your narrowed eyes snapped up to his. "Oh, thanks for finding this really entertaining," you said flatly, sarcasm dripping from your tone.
Before you could retreat, he moved toward you, arms looping around your waist to cage you. "Stop," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. "I’m not laughing at you. I’m just… married to the most expressive, dramatic, beautiful woman in the world."
You squirmed against him, clinging to your wounded pride. "Don’t sweet-talk me."
“Not sweet-talking,” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, then the soft base of your throat. "Just stating facts."
Your resolve faltered as warmth pooled in your chest, his practiced hands kneading the small of your back.
"Kei…" you warned, but the protest came out softer than you intended.
“Mhm?” he hummed against your collarbone, his mouth trailing lower.
"I’m still mad at you."
“You say that,” he murmured, kissing along your shoulder, “but your body is telling me otherwise.”
You gasped when his hand slipped down, brushing past your womb, his fingers resting in between your folds.
"Kei!"
“What?” he teased, smirk tugging at his lips. "You snuck in here. I’m just giving you what you clearly wanted."
You swatted his chest, half-heartedly so, "I was trying to be playful."
"And now," his breath ghosted your ear, “I’m playing back.”
Despite yourself, your breath hitched. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way his touch lingered like you were his favorite piece of art was too good to resist.
Your arms wind around his neck, lips brushing his ear as you whisper, "Don’t stop."
His grin was wicked against your skin. "Didn’t plan to."
He guided you carefully, pressing your back against the cool tiles as his body knelt before you. With practiced ease, Kei lifted your leg to hook over his shoulder, his arm circling your thigh for balance. His free hand trailed from your stomach up to your breast, kneading gently, fingers brushing your hardened peak until you whimpered.
“Kei…” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his damp hair, guiding his head closer. Your hips shifted instinctively, grinding softly against his mouth as he alternated between sucking your clit and lapping slow, deliberate strokes over your folds.
Your breath grew ragged, chest heaving as pleasure built. “More… ah!” you gasped when he slid a finger inside you, curling just right. The sensation made your knees tremble, heat crashing through you. The pressure built fast, unbearable, until you unraveled with a sharp cry, body quaking as waves of release tore through you. Kei didn’t stop. His tongue continued to coax, heightening the aftershocks, drinking in every drop of you.
Panting, you let your leg slide down from his shoulder. Kei steadied you, rising slowly, tracing a path of kisses up your body. From your trembling stomach, to your breasts-where he paused, lips closing around one peak, sucking firmly.
You squirmed, weakly pushing at his head. “Wait Kei…”
But he ignored you, a muffled protest vibrating against your skin, his mouth refusing to let go.
His mouth was relentless, tongue circling your nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast. Every soft suck and deliberate flick made you arch into him despite your earlier protest.
“Kei…” you breathed, fingers slipping through his wet hair, tugging lightly. “Please…”
He finally released you with a soft pop, eyes flicking up to meet yours. They softened almost immediately when they dipped to your belly, the water streaming down your curves. His hand followed, pressing warm and steady against the gentle swell there.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, thumb tracing idle circles over your skin. “Carrying our baby.”
Your chest tightened, the sudden tenderness almost undoing you more than the heat pooling between your thighs. “Kei…”
He leaned up, brushing a kiss against your lips, gentler this time. “You still want me?”
“Always,” you whispered back without hesitation. “I need you.”
That was all it took. Kei lifted you carefully, mindful of your body, pressing you against the slick tiles as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. You gasped at the feeling of his length pressing insistently against your entrance, hard and hot against your still-sensitive folds.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said lowly, gaze locked onto yours with unusual seriousness.
You nodded, heart stuttering at how deliberate he was being.
Kei slid into you slowly, carefully, the stretch stealing your breath but never crossing into pain. The heat of the shower seemed to pulse around your entwined bodies, amplifying the intimacy of every movement. Each push was deep, angled perfectly to draw your breath into broken gasps. He was careful not to crush you, one arm supporting your weight while the other cradled your side, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly with every movement.
You clung unto him tighter. “Kei… faster,” you begged, your voice breaking on the words.
He obeyed, but not without restraint. His pace quickened, hips slamming harder, but his arm tightened protectively around you, keeping your body steady. His lips stayed close, stealing kisses, sucking your throat, whispering reassurances.
“Mine,” he groaned, losing some of his composure as his thrusts grew more erratic. “You, this baby… all mine.”
“Yes,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. “Always yours.”
Your climax built fast, ripping through you with sharp, overwhelming pleasure. You cried out, body trembling in his arms as you clenched hard around him. Kei cursed low, burying his face in your neck as his rhythm broke. With a final thrust, he shuddered, groaning your name as he spilled inside you.
For a long moment, only the sound of rushing water filled the air, masking your ragged breathing. Kei held you close, his forehead pressed to yours, refusing to let your body slide an inch.
When your breath finally steadied, he pulled back just enough to glance down at your belly again, brushing his lips over your damp skin. “Didn’t hurt you?”
You shook your head, smiling weakly, your heart swelling with warmth. “Not even a little. You were perfect.”
Relief softened his features, and he kissed you again, slow and reverent this time. Kei stayed inside you for a beat longer, holding you steady as if the water could wash away the moment too quickly. When he finally eased out, he kissed your lips once more before carefully lowering you back onto your feet.
“Careful,” he murmured, keeping his arm around your waist even as your legs wobbled a little. He wasn’t about to let you slip on the wet tiles.
You chuckle softly, leaning against him. “I’m fine, Kei. You don’t have to hold me like I’m going to break.”
“Maybe not,” he replied, his voice low, “but you’re carrying something precious. So yeah, I’m going to hold you like this.”
The warmth that bloomed in your chest rivaled the heat of the shower. You leaned into his chest, letting him fuss over you without complaint.
He reached for the shampoo next, squirting some into his palm. “Turn around,” he instructed gently. You obeyed, and soon his long fingers were working through your hair with slow, deliberate motions. The scalp massage made your eyes flutter shut, the tension melting away.
“You’re going to spoil me,” you teased, sighing happily.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” he answered without missing a beat. “Especially now.”
His hands slid down, lathering your shoulders and arms with the same carefulness, like he was tracing every line of you to memory. When he reached your belly, he paused, pressing both palms flat against your skin, thumbs circling as if trying to greet the life growing inside.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe it,” he admitted quietly. “That there’s… a tiny version of us in there.”
You turned to look at him over your shoulder, catching the rare vulnerability in his eyes. “You’ll be a good dad, Kei. You’re already so careful with me.”
He gave you a small smirk, though his ears betrayed him by turning faintly red. “Careful doesn’t mean I know what I’m doing. But I’ll try my best. For you. For our baby.”
Your chest tightened again, and you reached back to squeeze his hand. “That’s all I’ll ever need from you.”
The rest of the shower was slower, unhurried. He rinsed you off, pressed soft kisses to your temple and cheeks, and wrapped you carefully in a fluffy towel when you both stepped out.