dad!toji loves his wife’s chest, especially after she gave birth
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you drop onto your bed, finally being able to put your 1-month old, megumi, to sleep.
you pull out your phone, propping up onto your headboard. you open tiktok, scrolling mindlessly.
you sigh softly, hearing your husband call out for you. he just got home.
“i’m in our bedroom toji. don’t be too loud, i just got gumi to nap.” you respond softly, as he pops out of the doorway.
toji comes into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. he plops onto your stomach. he nuzzles into your tummy, pressing gentle, soft kisses all over it.
you run your fingers through his dark strands, but still look at your phone.
toji pouts, as you continue to still scroll on tiktok, not giving him an ounce of your attention.
“what does that have to do with me toji? we still have the leftovers in the fridge from yesterday.”
he groans, burying his face back into your stomach. he lifts his head again, pulling your phone out of your hand.
“hey, i was watching that!”
“i know, ma. but…” toji moves his face up against your chest. he presses a gentle kiss against it, only your thin tank top separating his mouth and your bare breasts. “…i said i’m hungry.”
your eyes widen. “toji, you can’t do that. that’s for megumi. and i don’t even know if that’s good for you.”
“baby, he’ll be fine, and i’m sure it’s fine for me to drink if ‘gumi does.” toji looks at you. “and you’ve been spoiling him so much, i want my wifey back.”
you sigh. his eyes are all wide and beady, pleading and begging you to let him have a snack.
toji’s eyes widen, and he moves to pepper sloppy, wet kisses all over your face.
“yeah, yeah. love you too, ‘ji.”
toji pulls down the collar of your tank top, letting only your breasts pop out. your nipples shine softly, still a little wet from breastfeeding megumi before he went to bed.
“are you sure you wanna, toji?”
“never been more sure of anything, baby.”
he squeezes your right nipple gently, and you let out a breathy gasp. fuck.
a drop of breast milk leaks out of the nipple, and he immediately latched onto it, licking it up. you moan softly, feeling the comforting and soothing sensation.
toji sucks gently on your right breast, his fingers teasing the left one. his tongue swirls the sensitive bud, milking it.
you moan again, your thighs twitching and rubbing together. he pops off your breast, moving onto the other.
“fuck baby, you’re so tasty. so sweet. no wonder megumi loves it so much.”
you slap toji’s head softly, laughing breathlessly.
“don’t say that, you weirdo.”
“sorry ma, sorry.” toji goes back to his assault on your chest, skillfully getting as much liquid as he can.
if he’s completely honest, he’s rock hard. you can probably see the huge bulge from inside his sweatpants, maybe even a wet spot if you looked hard enough.
this turned on toji more than he expected. he always openly shared about how hot you were as a mom, but you would have never imagined he meant this as one of his ‘perks’ he spoke of.
you pant heavily onto the bed, and toji is nestled comfortably between your two breasts. he’s milked you dry, you’re not even sure if you’ll have enough to feed megumi when he wakes up.
“fuck, ma. that was better than i ever thought of.”
“hey, at least we got a quick break together—
a small hiccup comes from the other room, and it follows into a loud wail.
you slap toji’s arm softly.
“you jinxed it.” you start to move up to get megumi.
“it’s okay baby, rest, i’ll go calm him down.” toji leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.
“thanks for the sweet treat, ma.”
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