it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.
you stir first. you don’t even sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. the shadow is small and chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.
“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”
he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big froggie pajamas, silent.
you sit up.
that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).
you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm and his long lashes are damp,
“bad dweam,” he mumbles.
your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. “oh, baby.”
“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles.
“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”
you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”
“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”
he sniffles again. then hiccups.
you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.
“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.
megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”
toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.
you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”
then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest.
he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.
toji lets out the heaviest sigh.
“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”
but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.
megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.
toji when his toddler steals his girlfriend (you) from him ♡
(a/n): hi babies pls go follow my other acc!! @pippatalkstoomuch
toji walks into the bedroom fully expecting you, already about to rip his shirt off and dive into some private time with you. but instead of finding you alone he stops short when he sees his son, megumi, tucked under your arm on his side of the bed, all warm and sleepy with his pacifier in his mouth, tiny fingers curled into your shirt while the tv flickers softly across his round cheeks.
youre leaned over him, voice all soft and gentle, cooing his name under your breath while you brush your fingers through his hair, smiling like hes the sweetest thing youve ever seen.
toji just stands there for a second, staring at the both of you like he walked into the wrong room.
"oi." he grunts, unimpressed.
"you kiddin' me?" he mutters, voice low and rough.
you glance up at him, still smiling, your hand never leaving megumi as he snuggles closer into you, little nose pressed into your chest like hes showing his daddy that he belongs there.
"whats wrong?" you murmur softly, thumb brushing his cheek. "..megumi wanted to stay with me."
toji exhales through his nose, jaw tightening as he looks at the way his kid is fully settled in your space, not even sparing him a glance.
"thats my side," he says, already annoyed.
megumi shifts slightly at the sound of his voice but only tucks himself deeper into you, pacifier bobbing as he lets out a soft little hum, completely content.
you smile faintly, still petting his hair.
toji clicks his tongue, stepping closer before climbing onto the bed anyway, pushing in behind you and forcing space like it belongs to him, one big arm coming around both of you as he settles against your back.
megumi doesnt protest, just stays curled into you, small and warm and sleepy, his hand still clutching your shirt while his lashes flutter against his cheeks.
toji exhales again, slower this time, chin dipping briefly toward the top of your head.
megumi turns towards him, one little hand coming up to pat his daddy on the cheek, his way of showing him affection. toji just grunts in response and blows a raspberry in his sons palm.
megumi giggles, toji huffs.
"both'a you takin over my bed," he mutters, but his hand settles firm against your side anyway, holding you both there.
as much as he tried to deny it, megumi was a freak—an absolute horn-dog when it came to you, but he'd never admit it. not to you, not to anyone else. he doesn't think he deserves your body. so, he keeps to himself. no matter how inconvenient it may be.
last week, exhibit a:
"megs! come here!" you were in the living room, cutely perched on the edge of the couch in only a t-shirt and panties, like you didn't know what it did to him. when he reached the living room and saw you, he felt lightheaded. you were so fucking pretty.
"y-yes..?" he tried not to look down at your bare legs, or your chest through collar the very loose shirt, or at the way your fingers toyed with the tv remote-
"-so can you?" you asked hopefully.
"huh? can i what?"
"watch a movie with me! you can't study all night while i'm here." you looked up at him through your long, gorgeous eyelashes and he felt like he was getting heart palpitations.
"oh. yeah, okay. let me finish up. i'll come back in a minute."
"okay! i'll look for a movie!" you gave him a smile as sweet as sugar and then turned to the tv.
"mhm..." he tried not to obviously rub his thighs together before walking back to his room.
in his room, he quietly jerked off the fastest he had ever in his life.
"megs!" you exclaimed when he finally came back. "what took so long?"
"i made a review for a test after i finished. sorry i took so long." he settled into the couch and let you snuggle into his side. he was grateful it was too dark for you to see the flush on his cheeks.
three days ago, exhibit b:
it was freakishly hot out for random day in spring, so megumi had brought you out to get ice cream. he picked you up and complimented your outfit, like usual, and then he noticed a new bra peeking from under your shirt. it was a different colour than normal. was it new?
"uhm...your bra is showing..."
"i know! it's the style, isn't it cute?"
cute? more like arousing as fuck! 😭✌️
"mhm. it is."
after the drive, when you reached the ice cream parlor, you ordered a vanilla cone and megumi didn't get anything. he didn't fancy sweets.
"do you want some of mine?" you offered as you sat down on the bench with him.
he shook his head, "no thanks, i'm okay."
"okay!" he didn't have to say another word before you started eating.
maybe he should've gotten something for himself. watching you lick around the cone and hum to yourself had poor megumi entranced. he should look away. he needs to look away before-
megumi's cock gave a little jump in his shorts.
fuck.
"i'm going to go to the bathroom. stay right here, okay?"
"mhm!" you didn't look up from the cone, you just kept eating, oblivious to what megumi was about to go do.
he practically ran to the family bathroom, locked the door, and sighed.
here we go again...
tonight, exhibit c:
you and megumi were up late gaming again. you both spent the evening playing a plethora of simulation games together. for a while you were on minecraft, but when you yawned, megumi offered to get off for the night. you'd agreed. after all, doing nothing all day was very tiring.
"okay, night. love you, y/n." he murmured into his mic.
"mmm...night megs..."
after the interaction, you expected megumi to end the call from his computer, you were too tired to reach for your phone. right as you closed your eyes and felt sleep overtake you, a sound came from your phone. one that sounded similar to a whimper. wet, squelching sounds soon followed.
"f-fuck," the wet sound seemed to be getting faster. "fuck- y/n you're so—mmh—so fucking pretty-"
megumi didn't end the call.
and he was...touching himself??? to you????
you were wide awake now. any attempt to sleep would be futile. knowing that your boyfriend—who you thought was super sweet and innocent by the way—was touching himself to the thought or to photos of you made your stomach flip. megumi has a whole album dedicated to you on his phone, too. it makes sense that it would be for...other reasons that aren't memories.
as quietly as possible, you dug through your blanket for your phone, and when you found it, you put yourself on mute.
it sounded distant, but you could hear megumi's uneven breaths clearly enough. you should probably hang up. but hanging up would make a sound that he would definitely hear. then why didn't he hang up properly? did he want you to hear him?
"mmph- y/n- i love you- i love you," he repeated your name multiple times with the occasional voice crack. his voice caught and you heard a loud moan that dwindled down to small pants. "fuck."
he groaned, and you could tell that one was from embarrassment.
"i'm such a mess.."
you heard sheets rumple and then a door click shut. assuming megumi was out of the room, you quickly hung up and hoped he didn't hear the sound from outside the door.
so many thoughts were running through your head, but they were all cancelled out by the heat pooling low in your stomach.
a few minutes later a text from megumi appeared on your screen.
"tonight was fun, i love you. sleep well, pretty <3"
edit: part two here
if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !
kawaiiladygirl's note: insert funny author's note kawaiiladygirl out !
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ bf!megumi has a weird habit of putting his finger/s in your mouth when you cuddle . . .
ೃ aged!up megumi x fem!reader, suggestive fluff
both you and megumi are scrolling on your phones quietly. you’re laying your head on his chest with one of his hands hanging loosely around your neck, grazing your pulse point with his thumb.
his large, calloused hand moves to cradle your face gently and you shuffle slightly closer, hooking one of your legs over his. megumis finger strokes your cheek softly and slowly moves to press against your lips.
this has happened so many times now that you know the drill. you part your lips and he pushes his index finger past them.
the palm of his hand rests against your cheek as he moves his fingertip over the ridges in the gum above your teeth and the smooth inside of your cheek.
“meg-umi” you manage to squeak out around his finger “wh-yy do you do tha-t??” you ask, slightly muffled. he pulls his finger out of your mouth momentarily and he speaks lowly, glancing at you under his phone “do i have to have a reason?” he mumbles and looks back at his screen.
“no but-“ he pushes his finger back into your mouth before you can reply properly, absentmindedly rubbing his finger against your teeth and the wet inside of your cheek.
you grumble incoherently around his finger and he murmurs deeply “quit squirming.”, pushing the pad of his digit past your teeth and against your tongue.
you cough slightly and protest weakly “mm-mm!”. he reluctantly removes his finger and scoffs, wiping your salvia on his hoodie.
you lift your head off his chest and sit up to face him “why are you obsessed with my mouth, weirdo” you huff and give him a look.
his eyes dart to the side, a slight pink tint crawling over his cheeks which contrasts his previous snarky attitude “i don’t have an obsession.. and there’s no reason...”
you raise an eyebrow suspiciously and decide to question him until he gives you a proper answer. so after a long string of “come onnn tell me”, “i won’t judge you”, “i know there’s a reason”, and finally “stop being such a wuss” (which was what made him give in) he tells you..
“fine- jesus you’re such a pest…” he exhales deeply.
you shoot him an expectant look and he rolls his eyes whilst avoiding your gaze, “yknow what they say about the tissue in the mouth…”
you stare at him blankly for a moment “no. i’m not familiar, what do ‘they’ say about mouth tissue?”
he keeps his eyes fixated on a random patch of the carpet, running his fingers through his spiky hair.
“apparently it’s the same as the tissue in your… pussy” he mumbles almost inaudibly as if he didn’t want you to hear and his face blushes furiously.
your eyes widen slightly as you blurt “gumi you’re such a freak-!” and he rubs his hand over his face in hope that he’d disappear “you said you wouldn’t judge…” he groans and peers at you through his fingers.
you pause then break the silence with a small giggle and reach out to take his hand away from his face, interlocking your fingers with his.
“why don’t you just stop being a nerd and touch the real thing?”
