Before we really knew it, it was October. Back in Japan we didn't leave again, opting to just stay where we were comfortable, which right now is either bed or class. Whether we were at the dorms or at our parent's house didn't matter either but we couldn't walk to class anymore. Kacchan just gives me a look and waits because as he put it, his feet were already swollen he isn't adding to it. I am now using the darkness to make a doorway for him anytime he needs to go somewhere. It's utterly exhausting but the moment he is comfortable again he wants to cuddle or snuggle me and I can't get enough of that so I keep my thoughts to myself. I'm not complaining when his "demands/request" come with kisses for rewards and even on days that he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, including me, he still wants me to hold him. Which is all I could ever ask for anyway.
"Pickles, dill pickles and string cheese, yes the cheap ass shit," Kacchan grumbled about his current craving. He hasn't been able to keep anything down for the last week so anytime he thinks he can eat something regardless of what, I'm getting it for him. "And bacon. Fucking bacon, I now hate bacon. Bring the fucking bacon."
I'm pretty sure he is going to hurl it all up again but I still open a doorway even though we are in the middle of class and go to the store. If there is even a small chance of him keeping it down I'll do it.
He didn't even touch it. He looked at it and then made a face and waved me away which told me the smell was killing him. I could have sworn that morning sickness is usually in the first trimester not the last but both Recovery Girl and Sakura said it can happen anytime, that's just the most likely time. Sakura also mentioned that the quirk that changed my DNA and then our baby's could probably be the reason but the queen couldn't say one way or the other since she's never used it on someone else. Long story short it's been a long couple of weeks.
"Fuck this, bed now," Kacchan pouted, his fingers holding the end of my sleeve but not touching me. A sign I have taken for him being overstimulated.
"Do you want me to stay or leave," I asked, standing up to pick him up, the doorway already behind me. If nothing else this has been really good training.
"I don't even fucking know," he grumbled but I could see the tears already sliding down his face and so did our class before he could hide them in my shirt.
"It's alright, anything you want," I whispered, lifting him. His ankles are so badly swollen today that he really shouldn't have tried to get out of bed but he was emotional and pissed that he couldn't go out and well, I'm NOT going to tell him he can't do anything. I'll just help him with whatever he wants or needs.
"I'm starving but everything smells rotten, I can see it's fine but the smell, oh my fucking God the smell," Kacchan tried to defend himself but I only helped him out of his clothes so he could sleep comfortably putting on a pair of shorts so that if anything happened he could still run if he needed to. Not that he could do much at the moment.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" I asked him, taken aback by how even now with his eyes a bit red, his lips still looked so soft to the touch, how his eyes glistened from the unshed tears seemed to make them more alive, even his hair was thick and soft to the touch shining with life. I want it all. I want to hold him, embrace him, claim him and then protect him, just to imprison him in my arms for the rest of time. I need to breathe, I need to calm down and back off a bit but I just can't stay away.
I reached out and the moment my hand touched his face he leaned towards me. I could believe in this very moment that there isn't anything or anyone more important than this. I want to strip the little clothes I just helped put on him back off again, I want to kiss and caress every sliver of his skin just so that maybe, just maybe he could know how I feel or at the very least that he is all that I desire.
"Hold me," he whispered, pouting cutely while doing it and making my heart shake in the process. Is there anything he can't do? I was already half way on the bed before he said anything at all but in a breath I was already next to him, his face snuggling into my neck before he turned around, a sigh escaping him so that I knew exactly how comfortable he was, my arms curled around him so that when I get up I didn't bother him but now he is pressed again me. And I'm not the only one feeling it.
"Maybe, just a little before sleeping," he mumbled, his blush was already showing on the back of his neck and ears so instead of answering I just gave him slow small kisses. Sadly he has pulled away from my love again but not like last time. No, this time I could easily see the desire in his eyes and when I reached out for him he quickly took my hand.
My hands gently and carefully pet him, his body shuddered at moments and his light gasp let me know just how much he wanted it to.
"Deku?" He whimpered, his breathing becoming more like panting, getting faster the more excited he got. "Ah~!" He moaned when I playfully nipped at him, my clothes slid off, I tried not to disturb him but I really just want to give him everything.
My kisses moved down to his shoulders, only for me to hear him start to snap at me only for it to end in a moan. My hands fondled his front so that I didn't leave him wanting. I carefully kissed and nuzzled his smoothe sweet skin, praying that I could show him exactly how perfect he is only for him to cry out again. His cock in my hand, a throb letting me know that he was already close but I didn't hold back.
"Tell me what you want," I whispered in his ear, loving how he moaned when I licked down the shell and bit his earlobe.
"Don't stop!" He gasped, his voice trembling thanks to how close he is. Damn, I haven't even slipped his shorts down yet. I might have to stop after just a handjob. "The hell you will!" He hissed only to cry out again.
"Then I won't stop until you tell me to," I answered, kisses trailing down his neck while I reached for the lube on the bedside table, not letting my other hand go. By the time I had him thoroughly prepared he was just short of cumming in my hands. "Maybe a quick snack," I hummed before I carefully helped him to lay on his back. His sweet taste took all of my attention, making me forget for just a moment that anything else existed. The way he cried out, pulling me in, throbbing in my mouth before his sweet, thick, cum filled my mouth and slid down my throat.
"Ah, fuck!" He lay there gasping above me but I only swallowed and licked him clean again before letting my kisses trail up his body again.
"More?" I asked, smirking a little. I know I did good, the way he trembled and shook was more than enough evidence for that. The real question is does he want me to keep going? I can feel myself throbbing in need and desire and part of me didn't really want to ask at all, I just wanted to push in and keep going but on the off chance he needs time to pull himself together…
"Oh fuck yeah," he managed to get a handful of my hair and pull me in. His kisses are just as sweet as the rest of him. I put some lube on myself and pushed in.
Maybe he just needed a day of being spoiled? God knows I am more than willing.