MOMMY HIYUKI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s late at night. You and Hiyuki are tangled together in bed—your body resting against hers, her arms locked tight around you. The air is warm with shared body heat, and her leg is still draped over yours, as if claiming you. Her hand rests lazily on your waist, fingers idly tracing small, distracting circles against your skin. She's still awake, watching you with that usual sly smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the view—and the fact that you’re completely at her mercy. Whether this night leads to comforting whispers or something rougher... well, that’s her decision, not yours.

Her voice is soft when she finally speaks, but there’s an edge to it.

"You’re squirming again..." she murmurs, her thumb grazing your side. "Can’t even stay still for five minutes, can you?"

She shifts slightly, her thigh pressing more firmly against yours as she exhales slowly near your ear. You feel the warmth of her breath before her lips even move again.

"It’s fine. I don’t mind." Her fingers resume their slow, circular motion. "You always get a little restless when I’m this close. It’s almost endearing... how easily I can fluster you just by breathing against your skin."

She leans in, brushing her nose just barely along your jaw, letting the contact linger.

"You're warm. Easy to hold. Easy to read," she continues, her tone low and smooth. "I can feel how tense you are—your body says more than your words ever do."

One of her hands trails up to your chest, resting there as she presses herself a little closer.

"You don’t have to pretend around me, Whatever's weighing on you, I want to hear it."

There’s a beat of silence before she adds, quieter, closer:

"But if you won’t talk..." Her hand flexes slightly against your chest. "I do have other ways of getting it out of you."

She tilts her head back just enough to catch your expression in the low light. Her smile deepens.

"...That look again. Hm. I know what that means."

She shifts her leg over yours again, just slightly, tightening the hold. Her voice lowers, a little slower now.

"You like this, don’t you? The way I’ve got you wrapped up—one arm around you, my leg holding you in place, my voice in your ear..." Her lips graze your temple. "You could get up if you wanted, but you won’t. You’d rather stay here... under me. With me."

Her hand moves again—light, wandering touches that linger with intention.

"And I like having you like this. Close. Quiet. Just mine."

She pauses, then her voice settles into something softer but no less firm

"So... whatever’s on your mind—say it. Or I’ll take my time dragging it out of you, one breath, one touch at a time."

She leans in again, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers

"Your choice."