ᴛᴏᴋyᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤/𝕃𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤

Keyhole Sweater |Haruki Hayashida/Pah-chin x Wife!Reader [Lemon]|

18+ Warning! This chapter contains lemon, if you dislike sexual themes, don't read. Thanks!

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Your friends had bought you a keyhole sweater as a baby shower gift.

At first, it'd been something cute and comfortable thing to wear, however following your pregnancy, you found it to be a rather convenient garment to wear when breastfeeding, which made it easier.

Sure, pulling your breasts out of the open window did stretch the cotton some, but you couldn't care less it as long as it served it's purpose-especially when it involves a very hungry, crying baby.

It had been such a comfortable thing to wear that you started wearing the sweater out when running errands, too, like getting food from the supermarket or making quick shopping trips.

Much to your husband's absolute dismay!

Haruki would never want for you to feel ashamed of your body and actually loved seeing you in a form-fitting, cleavage-showing sweater. But the idea of you wearing it outside of the house, grinded his gears. He had no qualms about sending intense death glares to every man who had been ogling you just a little too long.

You hadn't bothered wearing a bra because of the sweater's design and the fact that it was breezy sunny day, and it was only supposed to be a quick run to the store and back, anyways.

An angry vein appeared on Haruki's temple as he glared daggers at a man who had been eyeing you.

"Oi, Oi, you got an eye problem, buddy?! Quit looking at my wife's tits!"

You tried to defuse his incensed attitude by calmly saying it's not a big deal, which only irritated him more.

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Upon returning back home, Haruki waited patiently for you to finish feeding and tucking the baby in the crib. Once you closed the door, you yelp and quickly found yourself being dragged to your shared bedroom.

Your husband tossed you to the bed and yanked the damn sweater off, fully aware that he'd torn it a bit.

"Pah-chin, what's gotten into?"

"You think these aren't a big deal?" He growled, blushing like a tomato while groping your breasts.

"You with that stupid sexy sweater on and flashing your tits, with your nipples all hard and swollen like this?"

He squeezed firmly, causing a bit of breast milk to leak through your puffy nipples. He immediately swallowed thickly, before leaning in to lick it up, causing you flinched at the sensitivity of his tongue.

Plumped lips soon enclosed around your nipple as Haruki continued groping your tits, sucking milk noisily from one, while pinching and twisting the other.

His cheeks flushed red and sweat formed at his brow, "that bastard in the store was looking and getting turned on by the sight of you." He muttered.

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, you moaned at the erotic sight of milk coating his tongue as he looks at you.

"Oh~" you sighed when he rutted his pelvis against yours. His cock hard within his dress pants.

You didn't think you both would instantly go back to looking the way you did before becoming husband and wife, and getting pregnant.

He slipped your pants and underwear off your hips and flung them against the wall and for a split second, you saw that young and arrogant thug you'd met in high school. Your Pah-chin was a horny teenager again and your friends always thought you were crazy for being in love with a meathead like Hayashida.

Haruki didn't miss the faint way your body arched against him as if ready to be manhandled by him.

"I love you," he suddenly said, "y-you've got me so hard and panting like a dog already. You're so beautiful, cute, and so fucking sexy that I can barely take it. Sometimes I still can't believe you're with me."

Your breathing was thin and shallow as he tugged at the confines of his pants and released his throbbing cock. You began craning your hips to push him inside, but he stopped you and kissed you fervently on the lips.

When he pulled back you were both panting, and a thin thread of saliva connected your mouths.

"From now on, only wear that sweater for me, okay?" His voice was thick with lust.

He then lines himself up with your entrance and gave a dumb grin, "we're gonna be here a while," he chuckled.

"Or at least until the little tike wakes up."