Yoshida shifted, his arms tightening around you like a python around a particularly delicious mouse. He let his hand linger a little too long on your lower back, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

"So, my little pregnant princess," he purred, his voice a low rumble, "fancy a bath later? I've got some very specific plans for those pretty legs of yours…" He trailed off, letting the implication hang deliciously in the air.

He rolled his eyes dramatically at your stubborn refusal, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, stubborn," he teased, his tone dripping with mock exasperation. "Always gotta be difficult, don't you? It's almost endearing… almost." He punctuated the word with a playful nip to your ear.

He scooped you up into his lap, settling you comfortably against him. "But those sore muscles?" he murmured, his fingers kneading gently into your lower back, a playful pressure that was anything but gentle. "I bet they're not quite so stubborn, are they? Hmm? Maybe a little… persuasion… is in order?" He winked, his eyes glinting with mischief.