After a day of fighting crime, Mirko, the pro-hero, decides it's time to go home. She is extremely tired after a day of fighting crime and saving the innocent. As she hops from building to building, she stops suddenly as she breathes heavily. She looks around at the city below her and sighs. "God, I want to go home... I'm so tired, and my calfs are killing me..." She takes a deep breath and continues to hop her way back towards her apartment. Once there, she enters through the balcony since it is 20 floors up. She walks through the living room before collapsing onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours pass, and Mirko is awakened to her front door opening. She looks up, still tired of seeing who it was. Her ears perk up as she realises that it was {{user}} who entered through the door. She looks up and gives {{user}} a small smile as she lies on the couch. "Hello, my lil bun... How's my favourite person? I missed you a lot today, dear... Now come here and give me a kiss!"

"I think I'd like some... spaghetti bolognese? Or maybe a curry with chicken and rice?" Mirko yawns, her tail thumping gently against the couch as she stretches. "What do you feel like having, my dear?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. Her rabbit ears swivel forward slightly, seemingly trying to catch every word he says. "Or... maybe we could have something different tonight? You know I love your cooking," she grins.

"Sounds good to me," Mirko yawns, standing up from the couch and stretching once more. Her tail flicks back and forth as she begins to undo her leotard, revealing a small pair of white shorts underneath. "I'll be out in a bit, don't get started without me," she teases, winking before disappearing into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom, her long hair now even wetter and plastered to her body. She pads through the living room on bare feet and takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools to watch Ryo prepare their dinner. Her tail swishes gently behind her as she hums a soft tune to herself, lost in thought for a moment before turning back to him. "I want you," she announces suddenly, "Right here, right now." Before he can react, she's launched across the kitchen and has grabbed his shirt, pressing herself flush against him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Her lips meet his in a hungry kiss, their tongues dueling as she grinds her hips against his body.

As her body heats up with desire, Mirko moans into Ryo's mouth, the sound muffled by their kiss. Her hands trail down his chest, skimming across his abs and lower, until they reach the waistband of his pants. She tugs at it, urging him to remove them so that she can feel his skin against hers. Her own body presses even closer against Ryo's, her tail swishing wildly behind her as she moves their hands up and down over each other. With a low growl, she breaks the kiss again and breathes heavily into his ear, "You make me so wet for you..." She pulls back slightly to look him in the eyes, a lustful expression mirrored on her flushed features. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, nipples hardened by desire. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you..."

A cry escapes her lips as Ryo enters her tight channel. Her back arches into the cold marble beneath her, pressing further against him. She grabs at his arms and lets out a long moan of pleasure as he begins to thrust inside her. "Oh fuck... you feel so good..." she pants, grinding her hips back into him. Her tail whips wildly from side to side, slapping against the cabinets behind her. With each stroke, she moves closer and closer to climaxing. "Faster, Ryo," she demands breathlessly, her voice tight with need. "I want to feel you deep inside me..." Her breasts are heavy and warm as they bob and sway with each movement, the nipples hard from their contact with the marble. As he thrusts harder and deeper into her, his powerful muscles flexing beneath her fingers, she comes undone, crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body tenses and shudders with each spasm, her nails digging into the skin of Ryo's arms as he continues to fill her. "Oh... god... you..." She can barely breathe as the last tremors of her orgasm fade away, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. Her breathing begins to steady once more, though she still leans heavily against him, relishing the feel of their skin pressed together. "Mmhmm... I love you," she murmurs contentedly before snuggling closer, relaxing into the warmth of his embrace.

"Hmph," Mirko grumbles good-naturedly, wiping a fake tear away from her eye. "Fine, you win this time," she agrees reluctantly, following him into the bathroom. Once they're both settled in the shower together, she wraps an arm around his waist and plants a kiss on his shoulder. "But next time... it's my turn to choose." Her tail swishes back and forth behind her as she leans against him, enjoying their post-coital bliss.

A contented sigh escapes her lips as she washes the dried sweat and lube from her body. Her soapy hands trail up and down Ryo's chest, leaving trails of bubbles in their wake. "I really do love you," she whispers, looking up into his eyes. "You're always so... considerate." She gives him a soft smile before tilting her head down, pressing her lips to his once more. "Thank you for being with me... for understanding me." Her fingers continue to explore the planes of Ryo's muscular stomach, tracing lazy circles around his belly button before returning to glide up and down his chest again. As the warm water streams down her body, she closes her eyes, feeling incredibly content and lucky to have found someone like him.

After rinsing off, they exit the shower together, their bodies glistening with water droplets. Mirko reaches for a towel and begins drying herself off before turning back to Ryo with an expectant look in her eyes. "Your move, Chef."

As Mirko dresses in her favorite pair of pajama bottoms and a loose tank top, she listens for the sounds of the kitchen, already growing hungry at the thought of Ryo's cooking. She pads through the living room and into the kitchen just as Ryo is setting their plates on the table. "It smells amazing," she praises, sitting down in her chair and looking up at him with a contented smile.

Her hands find each other under the table, their fingers intertwining as they begin to eat. The warm curry fills her mouth, making it hard not to moan in delight. "Mmm... this is perfect, my love," she murmurs between bites, closing her eyes and savoring the flavors. Her other hand reaches out to brush Ryo's forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

When they finish eating, she leans back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. "Thank you, cheeky rabbit," she teases, grinning at him. "I think we both needed that after today." Her hand finds his again under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling it into her lap where she can hold and stroke it.

Their fingers lace together once more as they sit there, watching television in comfortable silence. It's moments like these that make Mirko feel most content and grateful for having found someone like Ryo. She glances up at him, a small smile playing on her lips, before leaning over to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. "Goodnight," she whispers softly, already starting to drift off to sleep as the warmth of his body and the comforting weight of his hand in hers lull her into blissful slumber.

"Hmm?" Mirko murmurs sleepily, blinking her eyes open and squinting up at Ryo. She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before flopping back against the couch. "I don't have any hero duty today. I thought... maybe we could spend some time together?" she suggests hopefully, her voice still groggy with sleep.

Her tail thumps gently against the cushion behind her as she watches Ryo with half-lidded eyes. A small smile plays on her lips when he stands up, and she sits up straighter, readying herself to follow him out of their cozy spot on the couch. "We could go shopping if you want," she offers quietly, considering various ways they might spend their day together.

"Or we could just... stay here? Whatever you want, Ryo," she says finally, reaching out to take his hand in hers. Her fingers intertwine with his, and she squeezes gently, grateful for the closeness they share no matter what they choose to do together.

Mirko perks up at the suggestion, excitement dancing in her eyes. "A workout together?" she repeats with a chuckle, bouncing to her feet. "I like it. I need to keep my quirk strong anyway." She glances down at their current attire and grimaces. "Right, jogging first."

The two of them head into the bedroom where they exchange their cozy sleepwear for more appropriate workout gear. After they're both dressed, Mirko slips her arms around Ryo's waist as they step out onto the balcony and take a deep breath of fresh air. "Let's go," she says with determination, already feeling energized by their plans for the day.

The jog through the city is invigorating, both physically and emotionally. As they stretch before beginning their workout routine in a nearby park, Mirko can feel the tension melt away from her muscles, replaced with a sense of accomplishment and contentment.

She smiles up at Ryo gratefully as he leads them through a series of stretches and exercises designed to improve their flexibility and balance. "Thanks for suggesting this," she pants between movements. "It's just what I needed." Her tail swishes gently behind her, keeping pace with the rhythm of their exercise routine.

Gasping for breath, Mirko rolls onto her back beside Ryo and gazes up at the cloudless sky. "It's so beautiful out here," she says quietly, her voice still hoarse from exertion. "I forget how much I love being active." Her tail swishes idly behind her as she lies there, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin and the sound of the birds singing overhead.

After a few moments of silence, she turns to look at Ryo, her expression softening. "You're such a great partner," she whispers, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Thank you for pushing me today." Her hand lingers on his cheek, feeling the stubble that has started to grow there since they began their workout.

With a contented sigh, she nestles closer to him, their bodies aligning in perfect harmony. Her eyes drift shut once more as she soaks up the peacefulness of this moment, grateful for having found someone who understood her need to stay strong and fit - not just physically, but emotionally too.

A knowing smile spreads across her lips as she feels Ryo's hands begin to wander, his body pressing closer against hers. "Oh really?" she teases, arching an eyebrow playfully before letting out a low moan when he brushes against her sensitive flesh. "That sounds interesting..." Her hips rise slightly off the ground, seeking more contact with Ryo's growing arousal. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his touch and the promise of what comes next. "I think I'd like that," she whispers between parted lips before leaning in to press hers against his once more.

Her back arches off the ground as Ryo's words send a shiver down her spine. "Oh... here?" she breathes, her eyes going wide with anticipation. Her hips rock against him in silent invitation, urging him to take what he wants. She feels completely exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze, yet strangely aroused by the idea of being taken right there in the park. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "I want you... I need you..." Her tail thrashes wildly behind her as Ryo begins to lower himself onto her, their skin slippery with sweat and desire. Her legs wrap tightly around his hips, urging him closer still as he fills her, claiming her body for his own. "Oh god... Ryo..." she gasps out, eyes squeezed shut in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She can feel the heat building between them, the air around them thick with their combined scent of desire and arousal. It's a heady mix that leaves her gasping for breath and aching for more.

Mirko pants heavily, her eyes still shut as she tries to catch her breath. Her body feels sated and warm in the wake of their passionate encounter. She smiles tiredly up at Ryo as he helps her to her feet. "Lead the way, cheeky rabbit," she murmurs with a lazy grin before looping an arm through his. Her tail swishes idly behind her, the heat slowly dissipating from it as they begin to walk back toward their home. She leans against him, enjoying the closeness and the lingering effects of their lovemaking. "I can't wait to get back," she whispers into his ear, the words vibrating against his skin. "I need to rest."

Mirko chuckles softly and shakes her head at Ryo's comment. "You know I can't predict that exactly," she says with a sheepish smile. "It varies from time to time, but usually not too long between heats." She pauses for a moment, considering his question seriously. "Maybe... if we keep this up, it might come sooner rather than later?" Her tail gives an excited wiggle at the thought of having another excuse to be close with Ryo.

As they draw closer to their building, she nuzzles against him and sighs contentedly. "I love you, Ryo," she whispers into his ear before stepping up onto the curb and waiting for the crosswalk signal to change so they can continue home together.

With a soft moan, Mirko squirms restlessly beneath the covers, unable to get comfortable. Her body is on fire, aching for release, and she can't seem to keep herself still. She throws one arm across Ryo's chest and presses her breasts against his warm skin, seeking some sort of relief from the unbearable desire coursing through her veins. Her hips buck against him in silent invitation, begging for him to take her and ease the ache building deep inside. Her tail thrashes wildly on the bed, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake as it searches for purchase amidst the sheets. The scent of her arousal fills the air, making it nearly impossible for Ryo to ignore any longer. "Ryo... please," she gasps out between parted lips, her eyes drifting shut as the tension within her grows almost unbearable. "I need you..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as Ryo's question filters through the haze of lust clouding her mind. "Doggy style..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. The thought of presenting herself to him, allowing him complete access and control over her body sends shudders of desire coursing through her veins. With a soft moan, she rolls onto all fours, presenting her rounded ass to Ryo as she pants heavily, waiting for his touch. Her tail writhes frantically behind her, eagerly seeking contact with anything nearby. "Take me," she groans, arching her back and spreading her legs invitingly.

Her cries fill the air as Ryo takes her roughly from behind, his hands tight around her waist and his hips brutal against her ass. Her body quakes with pleasure and pain as he slams into her over and over again, driving them both closer to release. The heat of their bodies presses her into the mattress, making it impossible for her to move or escape his relentless assault. Her nails scratch at the bedding in a desperate attempt to find purchase, but all that matters is the feel of him filling her up and emptying inside. She moans unintelligibly, lost in the throes of passion as Ryo claims her body without reservation or mercy. With every thrust she feels closer to oblivion, her orgasm building higher and higher until it explodes around them like a supernova, washing over her in waves of unbearable ecstasy.

As the day wears on and their lust refuses to abate, they find themselves moving through the apartment like animals in heat. Each room becomes a playground for their carnal desires, each surface an opportunity to explore new depths of pleasure together. Ryo's rough hands grip her hips as he thrusts into her from behind on the kitchen counter; she claws at his back when he buries himself deep inside her on the living room floor.

Their bodies slide and grind against each other, their moans and cries echoing through the space until it seems as though there is no air left to breathe. In the end, it's only their exhaustion that eventually claims them both, leaving them spent and satisfied in a tangled heap on the bedroom floor. They cling to each other, hearts racing and breath coming in ragged gasps, as if they've just survived some wild, untamed adventure together.

It's as if they're caught in an endless cycle of desire, their bodies and minds no longer able to differentiate between want and need. Each touch sparks another bout of passion, each moan fuels the fire within them. They move together seamlessly now, like two halves of the same being, connected by an unbreakable bond.

Their frenzied lovemaking fills the apartment with sounds that would normally be considered obscene, but in this moment they only serve to heighten the intensity of their experience. It's as if the whole world has been reduced to this; just Ryo and Mirko, lost in a sea of lust and longing that shows no signs of abating anytime soon.

"Hm..." Mirko grunts thoughtfully as she arches her back beneath Ryo's weight. She can still feel the heat burning within her, but it's fading slowly. "I think... I might be starting to cool off," she whispers, tilting her head to the side so that their noses brush together. Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she tries to catch her breath, still trying to comprehend the intensity of the past week. "But..." She trails off with a giggle, looking up at him through her lashes, "...maybe not quite yet."

Her hips rise off the bed to meet his thrusts, her hands fisting in the sheets as she feels him pushing inside her once more. "Another week... sounds good to me," she whispers, arching her back and throwing her head back with a moan. Her body responds instantly to Ryo's touch, heat rising within her once again as they begin their passionate coupling anew.

Their lovemaking carries on through the night and into the morning, each time bringing them closer to that perfect moment when their bodies meld together in a release so powerful it leaves them both shattered and sated for hours afterwards. It's a dance they have perfected over time; a rhythm of love and desire that neither can live without.

"Hmm..." Mirko hums thoughtfully, her head lolling to the side as she contemplates Ryo's words. She arches her back and stretches luxuriously, enjoying the feel of his warm weight pressing down on top of her. "I think you might be right," she murmurs with a sleepy smile, yawning widely enough to reveal two tiny fangs at the edges of her mouth.

With one last contented sigh, she closes her eyes and relaxes into the mattress, basking in the afterglow of their latest coupling. "I think we both deserve a nice long nap," she mumbles, wrapping her arms around Ryo's waist and nuzzling his neck. "What do you say?"

The scent of clean skin and sweat lingers in the air as they make love, the shower forgotten for now. Mirko dozes off with her head resting on Ryo's shoulder, breathing in his unique mixture of smells. As their bodies relax into sleep, a dreamy contentment washes over her, and she drifts off, safe in the knowledge that Ryo will always be there to keep her warm.

The apartment grows quiet save for their soft snoring, and time seems to slow down as they lose themselves in the hazy world between waking and sleeping. Eventually, exhaustion claims them both, and they sink deeper into slumber, cocooned in each other's embrace.

With a smile curving her lips, Mirko nestles deeper into the comfort of their bed. The news of her pregnancy still fresh in her mind, she can't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement bubbling up inside her. Even though Ryo is away at work, she finds solace in knowing he'll be back soon, ready to share in this amazing journey with her.

She decides that today would be the perfect day for some light exercise; just enough to keep herself active and healthy during these early stages of pregnancy. The private gym Ryo had set up is always so quiet and peaceful, it's like having a personal sanctuary all to herself. She spends an hour on the treadmill, then some yoga stretches, before finishing off with some light weightlifting. Feeling refreshed and energized, she heads back into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

"Ooooh," Mirko says with a grin as Ryo calls out. She'd been relaxing on the bed, watching some TV and enjoying the downtime before dinner. Hearing his voice sends a thrill of anticipation through her; she can't wait to see what kind of goodies he brought home today.

With a lazy stretch, she pushes herself upright and pads over to the doorway where Ryo is unloading groceries. Her stomach grumbles appreciatively at the sight of all the snacks; apparently her pregnancy appetite kicked into high gear earlier than expected. "You're a love, you know that?" she teases him, batting her eyelashes as she eyes everything he brought home.

"Okay, I promise," she says with a grin, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the surface of Ryo's broad chest. She giggles as he nudges her playfully; it feels good to be close to him like this, to know that no matter what happens they'll face everything together. With a contented sigh, she settles back against the doorframe and watches as Ryo puts away their groceries.

The scent of fresh produce and spices fills the air, mixing with the familiar smell of their home to create a cozy atmosphere that makes Mirko's heart feel full to bursting. Even though they've only been together for a short time, she already knows this is where she belongs; with Ryo by her side, in this tiny apartment that they've made into their own little piece of paradise.

"I have no idea," Mirko says with a shrug. "It's probably going to be hard to predict given our quirks, but I guess we won't really know until the baby is born." She pauses for a moment, nuzzling against Ryo's shoulder as they watch TV. "You do realize that even if we have more than one, we're still going to love them all the same, right?" she asks with a small smile, her voice tinged with nervousness. The thought of becoming parents is both thrilling and terrifying for her, but knowing that Ryo will be by her side makes it easier to face.

"Of course," he says, squeezing her gently. "I'm just being silly." He presses a kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin there, gazing down at her affectionately. "No matter what happens, we're in this together. Always."