[En] ShuuKira Mpreg-ness is heeeere :D
Guess what :) Another part of my Mpreg fic is here ;p I'm on a ShuuKira high right now :D:D:D
Oh and as I'm posting anyway, I wanted to wish Happy 17th Birthday to my sister, Marta :)
And now, on to the fic!
Title: Baby Business
Rating: M for graphicness
Warnings: yaoi, mpreg, blowjob, fluff, girly!Kira, uke!Kira
Pairing: Shuu/Kira
Beta status: unbeta-ed yet :(
part 1
parts 2 and 3
part 4
I was so glad that I didn’t have anything more to hide from Shuuhei. I had my own problems now. The most disturbing one then was the morning nausea. I don’t really know why they name it “morning”, as it can happen at any time of the day. And to compensate the calories lost in the process, I ate a lot. I could devour five bowls of rice for one meal, but Hisagi wasn’t complaining. He even started to mock me by calling me “chubby”, but I know he liked my new, more round body. Oh and by the way, I felt horny all the time. It must have been something with hormones.
“Oh damn, Izuru, it’s the third time in a row that you want to have sex…”, Shuuhei panted, looking down at Kira who was nibbling cutely at his nipple. The only light in their bedroom was a small lavender-scented candle that Kira insisted on lighting, explaining it reminded him of their first time.
“Shuu, don’t complain, just fuck me already, soon you won’t be able to”, the blonde replied with a smile. He was already hard and wanted a desperate release, so who cared it was a third time in a row? And the night was so pretty, so romantic, so made for making love that he just couldn’t resist.
“What about me buying you a dildo?”, Shuuhei asked, sitting up. He was exhausted. Kira looked at him, surprised, but soon his wide-open eyes started filling with tears and his smile vanished.
“You don’t want me anymore?”, he asked in a quiet almost-sob.
Hisagi hugged him, laughing. Soon Kira wiped away his tears and started laughing with him. Hisagi still wasn’t used to Izuru’s sudden mood changes, but he was glad that in the majority of cases they weren’t anything serious, just light swings that were gone as soon as they appeared.
They kissed gently. Hisagi knew that he would die out of exhaustion after a third round of passionate sex, and the neighbours would look at him strangely if they heard those pleasure-induced screams again. He just wanted to make Kira come and go to sleep. His hands stroked Kira’s face, neck, chest… When his hand reached a nipple, he noticed the skin around it became a lot softer and he couldn’t help pressing on it gently. Kira jerked away.
“Stop it!”, he shrieked, but immediately collected himself. “They’re quite sensitive now, you know…”
Hisagi grinned at him and placed a soft kiss on the abused nipple. Kira chuckled. Shuuhei moved lower, kissing the skin on his way, until he reached a patch of blonde hair. Kira was already a writhing mass of lust and Hisagi didn’t want him to get aggressive, so he took the tip of his leaking cock into his mouth and sucked.
He didn’t do that often, usually it was Kira who was more eager to give him a blowjob, but sometimes Hisagi just couldn’t resist his lover when he looked at his arched body from down there.
Kira needed only a few more sucks to come. Hisagi swallowed everything to the last drop.
“Shuu…”, Kira panted, with eyes glowing and a wide grin on his face. “You gave me a blowjob…”
“Yeah, I know”, Hisagi muttered, sitting up just to blow the candle off and then resting his head on the pillow. “Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”
He felt Kira’s body pressing against his side. He smiled and embraced his partner.
“I love you, Shuu”, he heard a whisper.
“I love you too, Izuru.”
As time passed, my belly grew bigger. I had to borrow some clothes from Oomaeda-san, as mine were becoming too tight. I grew breasts, too. They were nothing compared to Matsumoto’s, but I guess Rukia has about the same size, hehe… But what was really funny, I started behaving totally like a girl, at one moment laughing at everything and dissolving into tears in the next. Shuuhei must have had a hard time with my out-of-the-blue mood changes.
Shuuhei ordered his subordinates to stop training for a moment as he saw a Hell Butterfly approaching. It sat on his finger and the vice-captain received the message that formed words in his mind. It was from Kira, requesting a watermelon. He cursed under his breath. He couldn’t leave his people in the middle of the practice, but he was sure that Kira would throw a tantrum if Shuuhei didn’t do what the blonde asked him for…
‘Ah, whatever’, he thought and proceeded to watch his subordinates resume the combat training.
About an hour later, when they all were exhausted but satisfied after the practice, Hisagi went straight to the 3rd Squad’s barracks, just to see one of the lower-ranked officers running out of the building, all in tears.
Hisagi knew there is no time to hesitate. He entered the main door and heard glass shattering.
“Izuru! Just what the hell…”, he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw what happened to Kira’s office. Papers were scattered everywhere. The chair next to the desk was on its side, and the floor was stained with tea, the teacup having been smashed there.
“Hisagi! Why didn’t you even bother to reply to the butterfly I sent?!”, Kira yelled, his hands clutched into fists at his sides. “You made me worry, you… you…”, he suddenly lost his anger. His chin started to tremble and soon tears appeared in his eyes.
“Izuru, you didn’t have to get so angry… You knew I’d come, but I had a practice then”, Hisagi started to talk in the most comforting tone he could muster.
“Shuu”, Kira’s chin trembled again and he lowered his gaze. “Can you see it?”
Hisagi eyed him questioningly.
“I broke it”, Kira whispered and the tears started to flow. He then jumped over the wet stain on the floor and embraced Hisagi, sobbing into his chest. Shuuhei stroked his hair.
“Shuu, I broke the mug!”, Kira sobbed, looking up at Shuuhei with wet eyes. “My favourite mug!”
“Oh, Izuru, it was only a mug…”
“NO! IT WAS MY FAVOURITE MUG!”, Kira wailed, pulling at Hisagi’s top. “You just… don’t… understand me…”, he started hyperventilating, still sobbing, which soon had him hiccoughing.
“Izuru, listen”, Hisagi gently yet firmly seized Kira’s chin and forced him to look him in the eye. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. I will buy you a new mug, ok? And I will buy you a watermelon. Two watermelons and vanilla ice-cream. Just calm down.”
Kira managed a smile. Hisagi kissed his forehead and held him like that for another while, not only to make sure he was alright, but also to feel his warmth, his smell, the swell of his belly pressing against his own… Even though he found it egoistic, he knew that Izuru wouldn’t manage without him.
“Could I have chocolate instead of vanilla?”, Kira asked quietly, his voice muffled by Hisagi’s uniform. Hisagi chuckled and patted his back. Izuru could be so adorable.
Oh and as I'm posting anyway, I wanted to wish Happy 17th Birthday to my sister, Marta :)
And now, on to the fic!
Title: Baby Business
Rating: M for graphicness
Warnings: yaoi, mpreg, blowjob, fluff, girly!Kira, uke!Kira
Pairing: Shuu/Kira
Beta status: unbeta-ed yet :(
part 1
parts 2 and 3
part 4
I was so glad that I didn’t have anything more to hide from Shuuhei. I had my own problems now. The most disturbing one then was the morning nausea. I don’t really know why they name it “morning”, as it can happen at any time of the day. And to compensate the calories lost in the process, I ate a lot. I could devour five bowls of rice for one meal, but Hisagi wasn’t complaining. He even started to mock me by calling me “chubby”, but I know he liked my new, more round body. Oh and by the way, I felt horny all the time. It must have been something with hormones.
“Oh damn, Izuru, it’s the third time in a row that you want to have sex…”, Shuuhei panted, looking down at Kira who was nibbling cutely at his nipple. The only light in their bedroom was a small lavender-scented candle that Kira insisted on lighting, explaining it reminded him of their first time.
“Shuu, don’t complain, just fuck me already, soon you won’t be able to”, the blonde replied with a smile. He was already hard and wanted a desperate release, so who cared it was a third time in a row? And the night was so pretty, so romantic, so made for making love that he just couldn’t resist.
“What about me buying you a dildo?”, Shuuhei asked, sitting up. He was exhausted. Kira looked at him, surprised, but soon his wide-open eyes started filling with tears and his smile vanished.
“You don’t want me anymore?”, he asked in a quiet almost-sob.
Hisagi hugged him, laughing. Soon Kira wiped away his tears and started laughing with him. Hisagi still wasn’t used to Izuru’s sudden mood changes, but he was glad that in the majority of cases they weren’t anything serious, just light swings that were gone as soon as they appeared.
They kissed gently. Hisagi knew that he would die out of exhaustion after a third round of passionate sex, and the neighbours would look at him strangely if they heard those pleasure-induced screams again. He just wanted to make Kira come and go to sleep. His hands stroked Kira’s face, neck, chest… When his hand reached a nipple, he noticed the skin around it became a lot softer and he couldn’t help pressing on it gently. Kira jerked away.
“Stop it!”, he shrieked, but immediately collected himself. “They’re quite sensitive now, you know…”
Hisagi grinned at him and placed a soft kiss on the abused nipple. Kira chuckled. Shuuhei moved lower, kissing the skin on his way, until he reached a patch of blonde hair. Kira was already a writhing mass of lust and Hisagi didn’t want him to get aggressive, so he took the tip of his leaking cock into his mouth and sucked.
He didn’t do that often, usually it was Kira who was more eager to give him a blowjob, but sometimes Hisagi just couldn’t resist his lover when he looked at his arched body from down there.
Kira needed only a few more sucks to come. Hisagi swallowed everything to the last drop.
“Shuu…”, Kira panted, with eyes glowing and a wide grin on his face. “You gave me a blowjob…”
“Yeah, I know”, Hisagi muttered, sitting up just to blow the candle off and then resting his head on the pillow. “Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”
He felt Kira’s body pressing against his side. He smiled and embraced his partner.
“I love you, Shuu”, he heard a whisper.
“I love you too, Izuru.”
As time passed, my belly grew bigger. I had to borrow some clothes from Oomaeda-san, as mine were becoming too tight. I grew breasts, too. They were nothing compared to Matsumoto’s, but I guess Rukia has about the same size, hehe… But what was really funny, I started behaving totally like a girl, at one moment laughing at everything and dissolving into tears in the next. Shuuhei must have had a hard time with my out-of-the-blue mood changes.
Shuuhei ordered his subordinates to stop training for a moment as he saw a Hell Butterfly approaching. It sat on his finger and the vice-captain received the message that formed words in his mind. It was from Kira, requesting a watermelon. He cursed under his breath. He couldn’t leave his people in the middle of the practice, but he was sure that Kira would throw a tantrum if Shuuhei didn’t do what the blonde asked him for…
‘Ah, whatever’, he thought and proceeded to watch his subordinates resume the combat training.
About an hour later, when they all were exhausted but satisfied after the practice, Hisagi went straight to the 3rd Squad’s barracks, just to see one of the lower-ranked officers running out of the building, all in tears.
Hisagi knew there is no time to hesitate. He entered the main door and heard glass shattering.
“Izuru! Just what the hell…”, he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw what happened to Kira’s office. Papers were scattered everywhere. The chair next to the desk was on its side, and the floor was stained with tea, the teacup having been smashed there.
“Hisagi! Why didn’t you even bother to reply to the butterfly I sent?!”, Kira yelled, his hands clutched into fists at his sides. “You made me worry, you… you…”, he suddenly lost his anger. His chin started to tremble and soon tears appeared in his eyes.
“Izuru, you didn’t have to get so angry… You knew I’d come, but I had a practice then”, Hisagi started to talk in the most comforting tone he could muster.
“Shuu”, Kira’s chin trembled again and he lowered his gaze. “Can you see it?”
Hisagi eyed him questioningly.
“I broke it”, Kira whispered and the tears started to flow. He then jumped over the wet stain on the floor and embraced Hisagi, sobbing into his chest. Shuuhei stroked his hair.
“Shuu, I broke the mug!”, Kira sobbed, looking up at Shuuhei with wet eyes. “My favourite mug!”
“Oh, Izuru, it was only a mug…”
“NO! IT WAS MY FAVOURITE MUG!”, Kira wailed, pulling at Hisagi’s top. “You just… don’t… understand me…”, he started hyperventilating, still sobbing, which soon had him hiccoughing.
“Izuru, listen”, Hisagi gently yet firmly seized Kira’s chin and forced him to look him in the eye. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. I will buy you a new mug, ok? And I will buy you a watermelon. Two watermelons and vanilla ice-cream. Just calm down.”
Kira managed a smile. Hisagi kissed his forehead and held him like that for another while, not only to make sure he was alright, but also to feel his warmth, his smell, the swell of his belly pressing against his own… Even though he found it egoistic, he knew that Izuru wouldn’t manage without him.
“Could I have chocolate instead of vanilla?”, Kira asked quietly, his voice muffled by Hisagi’s uniform. Hisagi chuckled and patted his back. Izuru could be so adorable.