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When Tooru was 15 years old and met Tobio for the first time, he knew instinctively that Tobio would leave an everlasting mark in his life.
He wasn't wrong per se, but Tooru also never imagined that 20 years later, he would be the one who gave Tobio a permanent mating bite on his shoulder and had Tobio perched on his lap with a swollen belly pushing at Tobio now a bit too tight tank top, both marks being undeniable proofs that Tooru already claimed Tobio as his in the most possessive and intimate way possible.
Something that his 15 years old self would probably throw a tantrum and call him a liar if he learned about this future. But, fuck it. Tooru wouldn't trade his life now for anything, even for the fucking world peace.
Oikawa Tooru, 35 years old, Tobio's husband and soon to be the father of his child(ren).
All of those things didn't come easy but were now his endless blessing and source of happiness. Tooru was so overjoyed when Tobio broke the news to him as soon as he arrived at the Turin Caselle airport, Italy after his regular club season ended in Argentina that he had lifted off his 6 ft tall husband from the ground to bridal carry him in his arms despite Tobio's strong protest since they were quite literally in the public.
But, his husband soon melted in his embrace when Tooru couldn't stop giggling and excitedly showing off to everyone around them that they were going to have a child of their own, the perfect little mix between him and Tobio.
He thought winning a medal at the Tokyo Olympic was the greatest achievement in his life, then falling in love and marrying Tobio was the happiest he would ever feel, but this newfound experience surpassed all.
So, frankly, Tooru got no complaints if his pregnant husband wanted to use him as sex toy especially if Tobio was kissing his neck and rubbing his now soft and curved body against Tooru like this.
"Again?", he asked playfully, feeling amused with Tobio's sex drive lately now that he was already in the middle of second trimester. It was always so fun to tease Tobio about this considering that his husband was practically allergic to Tooru's touch and made so much fuss to keep Tooru at least 15 feet away from him during the early weeks of his pregnancy.
"It's your fault for getting me like this. Take responsibility", Tobio huffed annoyedly. Tooru noticed that his mood had been doubling once he started showing which meant Tobio was always extra-horny, extra-clingy or extra-cranky. Sometimes, like this exact moment, he was all of them at the same time.
Usually, Tooru would love to remind Tobio that he was also the youngest brother in his family, so it wasn’t only Tobio who could act so spoiled all the time, but when he saw his protruding belly, he realized all over again that Tobio was carrying his baby.
That explained the extreme mood swings because the baby most probably inherited both of their attitudes as prophesied by Iwa-chan, which was fine. Tooru thought his personality was perfect, although maybe he agreed, it would be better if the baby didn’t get Tobio’s permanent scowling face. Still, he hoped their mi cielo would have the infamous Kageyama’s family trademark pout though.
Tooru chuckled to himself. It was always fun to think about their baby but right now, Tobio wanted his undivided attention so he let his husband pull him into a slow, deep kiss.
When Tobio's scent started to smell extra-sweet which also meant that he was extra-wet, Tooru ran his hands up Tobio's legs and murmured against his lips, "Yeah, yeah it's my fault for being too charming that you just can't get enough of me. So, what's wrong, today? Is mini me giving you a hard time or you are missing the big me?".
Tobio broke the kiss and glared at him with the lopsided pout that only served to make Tooru's heart swoon all over again.
"Please never talk about my baby in the same sentence with your dick ever again".
"Our baby, okay", Tooru corrected him, the mischief glint in his eyes was replaced by a warm gaze and droopy smile. He could never get over the fact that they were going to have a child together.
Thus, instead of trailing his fingers over the curve of Tobio's ass under the very short shorts he was wearing, Tooru's hands came to rest on Tobio's belly, gently caressing the stretched skin that held the proof of their little life growing inside him.
"Is our baby making you uncomfortable?".
"Hmmmm, s'okay. Just itchy", Tobio replied, trying to act tough like usual but Tooru knew him better, wanted to be better for him now.
Tobio might not want to admit it but his joints definitely were more in pain than the usual sore muscles they always had after a full game of volleyball.
Still, there was only so little that Tooru could do to ease the physical pain so he tried to at least relieve Tobio's aches instead.
If not his body, then his heart and mind. Tooru took the cocoa butter that Shouyo had bought for Tobio and gently massaged the sensitive skin with the lotion.
Tobio's eyes fluttered at the cool sensation and sweet affections from his husband. He moaned in utter bliss and tried to snuggle back.
Tooru had to stop himself from moaning too because fuck, in this position, not just he could feel the shape of Tobio’s sex through the thin shorts that he was rubbing quite improperly against him, Tooru was also welcomed with the firmness of Tobio's swollen belly against his abdomen and it was really turning him on. His not so little vixen knew damn well how exactly to drive Tooru's breeding kink crazy.
And Tooru hated losing to Tobio so he just had to make a move too despite the pure intention he had in the beginning.
"Sorry, mi cielo. Papa would play with you later okay", Tooru mused softly to their little one before stripping off Tobio’s tank top and shorts, so all of him was available for Tooru’s eyes, hands and mouth. His hands drifted from the baby bump to cup Tobio's tender chest, clearly loving the feeling of excess fat spilling from his hands everywhere he touched Tobio now.
It wasn't just his stomach, but Tobio's once toned body had also became rounder, the muscles that he worked so hard to sculpt was gone and although Tooru felt a twinge of guilt for taking that away from him, he couldn't help himself from enjoying the evidences of how well his seed was growing inside of the love of his life.
It aroused him more to see that despite the discomfort and pain, Tobio wanted this just as much, their baby, Tooru, a family with him, and a future beyond their life on the court. His husband had always been irresistible but with all these facts and the pregnancy hormones, he created this insatiable need that Tooru just couldn't get enough of.
And since he was at the perfect height to suck Tobio’s dark pink nipples, Tooru did just that starting from a gentle, loving bite on the tips of the pointed bud while Tobio cradled the back of his head.
Tobio loved it, craved the fixation that Tooru had been obsessing with every change of his body, especially since Tobio’s chest began to develop to a handful size, a preparation so he could nurture their child after giving birth.
It definitely felt strange and sometimes Tobio wondered if he could go back to his old self, if he could still play volleyball, but it was a price of love that he was willing to pay.
Tooru always told him, “There’s nothing in this world that you can’t do. Do you know how special you are, Tobio?.”.
It used to sound condescending, resentful even but then later, lately, every time Tooru said it now, it felt like a declaration of love.
And Tobio believed him. He wanted to enjoy and fully take advantage of the predicament that Tooru put him in.
So, by the time Tooru stretched him out with his third fingers, Tobio was already begging for his cock. Tooru got all his three fingers knuckle deep inside his husband, crooking and curling against the soft, textured spot until Tobio looked like he was about to break down into a fit of sobs.
Tobio was still tight, had always been tight no matter how many times Tooru had his way with him but he still loosened up fairly easily, body still molded to the shape of Tooru’s from this morning.
“Mi amor, you are very, very wet right now”.
Tobio’s sensitive flesh wasn’t just slicking wet. It was fucking quivering and clenching needily around Tooru’s fingers.
Unable to wait any longer, Tobio took charge and pressed his full body weight against Tooru, trying to impale himself but he was so swollen that he had to work himself down on Tooru’s cock, spreading his thighs wider to take him to the hilt and there was a brief moment that Tooru thought he couldn't do it, but of course Tobio would always exceed his expectation.
His husband sat himself fully with a gasp and lewd shudder, then after a minute of adjusting the position to his liking, Tobio started to fuck himself with wicked rolls that sent Tooru’s tip deep inside, kissing his already ripened womb.
The sight of Tobio pleasing himself, taking what he desired while still cradling his belly protectively was so maddening.
He was so, so erotic but still very lovely. Tooru’s impulse to fuck him until he was dripping with his seed again was conflicting with his utmost desire to cherish him.
“You ride me so good, love. Is this what you need?”.
Tooru’s fingers moved to trace pattern over the the dark line stretching from Tobio’s belly button to his pretty cunt, then when he heard Tobio’s breath hitched at his touch and felt his inside milking his cock, he tangled his hands with the one that Tobio had on his belly, fingers sliding with each other until they were one and the same, safeguarding their future together.
Every time he had sex with Tobio, no matter how dirty, loud and obscene it was, Tooru understood more and more why this routine was called an act of making love.
So, Tooru let Tobio take all the time he needed, until he reached his climax with deep satisfaction and slowly gave Tooru the permission to reign control again so he could finally use his strength to stroke his hard pulsing erection inside the soft, warm part of Tobio.
It wasn’t too long until he pushed all the cum out into the wet heat, not when the owner was curling contentedly and pliantly in his arm, even making a happy noise when Tooru didn’t pull out.
Tooru cradled Tobio for as long as his husband allowed him, with their unborn baby between them, enjoying the peace and warmth of Tobio’s body before Tobio’s extra-cranky mood took over again and he started to complain about the mess they made.
Even then,Tooru hummed softly to himself, it was still a small price to pay for this love.