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issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so. he thought he was relatively independent and someone who didn’t need as much reassurance or physical affection compared to other guys around him, like oikawa and hanamaki or even iwaizumi.
he thought he’d be fine, satisfied, content with just having you sit next to him or holding your hand or just being near you.
he thought wrong.
but he’s okay with that—you always indulged him after all, more than happy to have him close. your face lights up in a way that’s so adorable it pains him and has his fingers itching for contact.
he toys with the edge of your hoodie, watching your in-game character dash about. turning his head, he dips it into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes. his arms automatically tighten around you as he noses into the skin there.
“‘sei, you bored?”
he mumbles his “no” into your skin, smelling clean and cottony from your shower. his legs tangle with yours underneath the blankets. the side of his right foot comes up to brush against your bare calf and he begins to wish he wore shorts instead.
you hum, fingers tapping away at the screen while his slide up under your hoodie. you glance down at them before looking back to your screen again. issei grins happily behind you, gently roaming his hands across your stomach and up to cup your boobs. your skin is soft, recently moisturized. you talked about how you bought a new one, how it was “natural” and made your skin feel like velvet. he agrees, roaming his hands around and taking in all your dips and curves.
“hey!” you squeal. “i’m fighting!”
he chuckles, kissing your cheek. “and you’re gonna lose if you don’t focus.”
you huff, but to his delight, don’t tell him to stop so he lets you grumble, snickering like the cat who got the cream.
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he wakes up to a delirious fog, overheated and chilled to the bone. bringing his hand up to rub at his eyes, he blinks through the darkness of his room, slowly extending an arm to his phone on his nightstand.
5:37pm.
“nii-chan… room… dinner.”
he hears footsteps get closer to his door. a short series of knocks.
“issei?” your voice is soft. “are you awake?”
“yes,” he tries to say, but it comes out a rasp, too quiet. he wonders why you’re here anyways, on a school night when there’s a math exam tomorrow. an exam he hopes he’ll pass given the state he’s in.
the door opens gently, allowing the soft yellow light from the hallway into his room. you walk in, hands carrying a tray. he hears the china knock into each other.
“oh, you’re awake.”
he nods, watching you set down everything on his nightstand before putting a hand over his forehead. the steam of the mug rises and already, he can feel how dry his mouth is.
“how’re you feeling?”
he clears his throat, wincing at the amount of phlegm he’s forced to clear out. you frown, if your down turned eyebrows are anything to go by. he can’t see the rest of your pretty face behind your mask.
“been better,” he croaks.
you huff out a laugh. “got enough energy for your meds?”
he nods, sitting up just enough to make it easy to wash the pills down with water before he slumps back into bed.
“are you hungry?” you ask, sitting down at the edge of his bed.
he shakes his head, letting you touch his forehead again.
“tired? wanna go back to sleep?”
he hums noncommittally, bringing his hand up to hold onto your wrist. you run your fingers through his soft curls, making him shiver.
“go to sleep,” you whisper.
he shakes his head, pulling you hard enough that you fall over him in surprise. he wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face in your chest.
“hey,” you chide, resting on your elbows above him. “you need to rest.”
he nuzzles into your shirt, relishing in having you close. the smooth, cool cotton of your shirt a welcome feeling on his overheated skin.
“missed you.”
straight through the heart.
“i missed you, too,” you whisper.
“stay a bit?” he pleas. he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t really help himself.
you bring the blankets up over yourself and his heart soars. he tucks himself on top of your chest, heart pounding in his chest as you pull your mask down to kiss his forehead. it’s tender, so comforting.
he falls asleep to the smell of cotton and camomile tea.
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“babe.”
you hum, lips resting against his forehead. the clock on the bedside table reads 9:48pm in muted led.
he can’t see you in the dark, tucked in so close to you. issei’s resting beside you again. because he can’t ever get enough. because that’s where he belongs, hands on your skin, head tucked into your neck. he’s tall, might as well be two metres, two whole hundred centimetres but issei adores it when he gets to be the small spoon.
“d’y’ever think about the people who got infinity symbols tattooed or those moustaches—wonder how they’re doing?”
he can hear you, feel you laugh.
“no, i would’ve never if you didn’t bring it up,” you snort. “forgot about those dumb trends.”
he chuckles softly into your pajamas, slotting himself closer to you. he can’t explain it but an overwhelming surge of love blooms in his chest when you bring the blankets up to cover his shoulders.
you’ll probably end up on opposite sides of the bed in the morning, maybe even turned away from one another. s’fine, he usually ends up scooching over to you anyways. the rise and fall of your chest slows. it’s a bit too early for him to doze off—.
“g’night, ‘sei,” you mumble, kissing his hairline. “love you.”
he nods imperceptibly, kissing where your heart is. “night,” he whispers. “love you more.”
you mumble something into his hair. he draws infinity signs on your back.
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today, he’s the big spoon—sorta. you’re on the train to the mitsui outlet park. it’s crowded, likely because of the kamen rider event going on. the rest of his family got there early to participate from start to finish.
it’s 11:58am and he’s caged you in between the train walls, a nice barricade from other passengers. he’s zoning out when he hears your stomach growl.
“did you eat breakfast?”
you look up at him sheepishly. “no?”
he leans down to knock his forehead against yours, lips curling upward when you make a funny noise.
“i think i have candy in my pockets.”
his mom was giving them out in the morning after finding them in her purse. she handed him a few saying she got them from work.
“really?” your eyes glimmer as your hands reach into his pockets. your rummaging digs up two pieces of caramel. you unwrap them and feed one to him before pocketing the plastic.
“y’know i think i love you a little bit.” you grin, tongue swirling caramel goodness.
“yeah?” he snickers. “can’t blame you. i’m the ultimate catch—tall, funny, handsome.”
you roll your eyes, watching as he leans against the glass perpendicular to the doors. he stands closer when the doors on the opposite open. you raise your fists up in front of you. “i’ll have you catch these hands.”
“you could have just told me you wanted to hold hands, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing your right one and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead.
“don’t twist my words,” you grumble. your words are half spoken into his chest when he presses closer as a businessman squeezes by.
“oh, don’t worry.” he winks. “i know you and i have other plans for these hands later.”
you snort. “yeah, prayer.”
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issei leans back against the couch, tilting over onto the arm to rest his head as he settles into his food coma.
“issei, come back and have some marinated duck!”
he groans a little, telling his grandmother that he’d be over soon. though he could eat a lot, the walls of his stomach could never defeat nor contain the power of his grandmother.
he decides it’s a great time to take a picture of his extended stomach and send it to you.
>> (05:47) babe
>> (05:47) [img.png]
>> (05:48) i’m expecting
>> (05:51)
what the Hell
>> (05:52)
tw: mpreg
>> (05:53) did you just trigger warning me?
>> (05:53) yes
>> (05:54) damn
>> (05:55) well I don’t need this negativity in my life
>> (05:55) relationships r built on mutual respect
>> (05:56) I’ve told u I love you what more do u want
>> (05:57) nudes
>> (05:57) 😔😢😢
>> (05:58)
here’s one of mine
>> (05:58)
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>> (05:59)
🥰❤️❤️❤️
he’s never sat up so fast in his life.
“issei, are you coming?”
he bites his tongue. “yes, grandma.”
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he comes back home to you two days later. he drops his bags on his bedroom floor and is about to run out the house to yours when his mom yells at him from the kitchen, “issei, sort through your things before you go!”
his shoulders slump and his head hangs but he gets it done and then he’s off.
>> (02:12) I’m home 😎😎💩
>> (02:12) wait ididnt mean the poo emoji
>> (02:13) welcome home 🌸
>> (02:13) Open the door
you do, though it takes you a millisecond too long but he’s not going to gripe too much about it. he engulfs you in a hug the moment he sees you and nearly knocks your cell phone onto the pavement. your arms automatically go behind him. swaying, you stay there, sun shining and leaving an orange tint behind when you close your eyes.
“welcome back, ‘sei.” you nuzzle your head into his. “how was your grandma’s?”
he mumbles something but doesn’t make any effort to move. not wanting to attract stares, you slowly waddle backwards to get him through the front door. on your third step back, he just picks you up and does it himself before closing the door behind him and returning to his original position.
“‘sei,” you drawl out. “my back huurts.”
he pulls back the slightest, eager to see you up close yet wanting to keep you close. “i just wanted to hug you, is that so bad?”
“bedroom” is all you say. he frowns but lets you take him there anyways.
you sit on the bed and pat the space next to you. he instead opts to kneel down on the floor and rest his head on your thighs.
“‘sei?”
“grandma’s was good,” he murmurs, eyes closing when you run a hand through his curls. “thank you for the nude.”
you laugh and he takes the chance to get up and pull you into bed with him. he rolls you on top of him, brushing your hair away and cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. his tongue is warm, soft, lax and you melt into him, onto him.
“wait,” he mutters.
“hm? something wrong?” you lean up a bit.
“i left your food at my place. my grandma made you some.”
you hum, leaving kisses on his jaw and swinging your legs. “we can go over later. kiss me more, please?”
he grins. “thought you’d never ask, babe.”