Thread by @italian_lily

A short YoshiMeiji #nextgen thread post featuring @Meggadoodle85 and my #Kacchako and #kirimina children!

Title: Sweater Weather

I wrote this a while ago and wanted to share with you all after people started expressing interest in our OCs! I hope you all enjoy.

"What the fuck..." Yoshiki opened his bedroom door, holding a mug of hot cocoa in each hand, only to come face to face with Meiji scrounging around in his closet. He frowned, narrowing his eyes as she pushed his shirts aside and dug deeper.

“The hell are you doing?" he asked.

He stepped into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot, careful not to slam it, lest his mother hear and yell at him too keep the door cracked.

As if that would do anything.

It's not like they'd magically be able to hear everything that went on from down stairs if he cracked the door, but ever since they started /dating/ it made his mother feel better to remind him.

He didn't lock it; that should be compromise enough for a bit of privacy.

It's not like he was going to try anything anyway.

"I'm looking...ah!" Meiji gasped. Yoshiki followed the curve of her backside as he walked over to his bed and put the mugs down on the end table. "Found it!"

Then again, maybe he was tempted to do a /little/ something...

"Found what...?" He grumbled as she emerged with one of his hoodies. This time she had pulled out his white pull-over with a bold **B💥💥 M** in the center.

"Ha?! Haven't you stolen enough of my hoodies already?!" he complained.

Meiji was already pulling it over her head.

She untucked her long black hair, shaking it out as it cascaded down her back, free from her red ribbon. Her smile contradicted his frown. "I'll give them back!"

No she wouldn't. Yoshiki hadn't gotten a single hoodie back from her yet.

"Bullshit..." he grumbled, but the argument was lost the moment he saw how his shirt dwarfed her. His cheeks were already reddening as the hem of his hoodie brushed against her knees. The sleeves were too long, hiding her hands somewhere around where the forearms would be.

/She was so fucking cute.../

The fact that she was wearing shorts wasn't helping. He could see her shapely calves and the inch of thigh that teased him.

"Fuckin' brat."

Meiji reached her sleeve-arms up and grabbed his hood, pulling it down over the top of her head before she climbed up onto his bed and crawled toward the inside.

"Aww, don't be like that," she pouted playfully.

"I can't help it. It's fall and it's chilly... Your sweatshirts are so big and warm..." Keeping up his scowl was becoming difficult as she scooted closer to him and wiggled her way into his side. "It's like a constant hug."

Fuck, she was making his chest feel tight.

"Like I always have your arms wrapped around me..." Meiji lowered her head, dipping her nose just below the collar. She took a deep breath. "It smells like you..."

His cheeks erupted with heat. "Don't be gross! Dummy."

She giggled.

"I'm right fuckin' here," Yoshiki muttered, lifting his arm to rest across her shoulders and pull her in closer. He shoved one of the cocoa mugs, piled high with half melted whipped cream and mini marshmallows, into her hand. "You don't need a fucking sweatshirt to hug you."

He reached for the remote, turning on his TV and scrolling through the movies available to stream.

"Mmm," Meiji hummed. She brought her cocoa to her lips and blew softly on it before taking a sip. "But like you said, I'm a brat, so I want both."

"Tch," he failed to keep his eyes averted. "I meant spoilt brat." he corrected.

"No, a spoilt brat would be demanding kisses with her cuddles, too." She said it as if she wasn't expectant, but the way she leaned in with her lips lightly pursed conveyed exactly what was required.

Yoshiki gave her what she wanted. He leaned in, dipping his head slightly to brush his lips across hers.

“Spoiled," he declared, before covering her mouth with his. He kissed her, soft and slow. "So spoiled..."

He would spoil her rotten if she continued to kiss him back like that. Her lips pressed firmly against his own, matching the way his jaw grooved with her's.

“Yours to spoil..." Meiji whispered between the soft smack of their kisses.

A small groan pulled from the back of his throat. Kissing her one last time, he pulled away and sighed.

“Come on...," he twirled a strand of hair resting on her shoulder around his finger, "lets pick a movie."

As much as he'd like to do more, and his door /was/ shut, his parents were home and the odds of one of them or Kimiko busting in was too great. He could suck it up and suffer through his semi.

Chuckling, Meiji grabbed the remote and started to browse. "Okay."

After a few minutes she found a movie and pushed play. She settled deeper into his hoodie, and simultaneously deeper into him. Yoshiki grabbed his hot cocoa, taking a sip of the creamy chocolate.

After a while he rested his chin atop the crown of her head, fingers gently brushing against her cheek, jaw, and neck all the whilst he played with a lock of hair. "...I'm not ever getting those hoodies back, am I?" he asked.

Meiji shook her head. "No."

Her free hand came up to catch his hand on her shoulder. She intertwined her fingers with his before tipping her head back to meet his gaze. She smiled up at him softly.

"Tch."

Somehow, he could deal with that. As long as he got to see her in his over sized shirts that dwarfed her entire frame. She was so cute...

...and all his, with his sweater-like hugs constantly wrapped around her.

💥🍫💥DONE🍫💥🍫

Also, I realize I didn't really put any real descriptions in. For those of you unfamiliar, here is Megg's most recent drawing of our babies!

https://twitter.com/Meggadoodle85/status/1282503131717402625?s=20