megumi has always been a rather quiet and calm baby, mostly content observing everything from his playmat or high chair.
he only fussed when he was hungry or needed a change or hurting. he never cared much for attention, although he didn’t hate it either.
but lately, megumi’s been a little… persistent in being close to you.
it started off small, when morning came & megumi woke up before toji and you. naturally, he started fussing in his crib trying to get someone’s attention.
you and your husband both woke up, but toji pressed you back to bed.
“i got him,” he mumbled against your hair and then you felt your husband leave the bed. you had closed your eyes and fell asleep immediately after.
but then toji was shaking you awake, which, he’s never done unless something was really wrong.
you sprung up immediately, bleary eyed but in fight or flight mode - spending most of your time with your newborn as a new mom had done that to you - eyes darting around looking for the emergency. “what’s wrong?!”
megumi’s cries registered to you a second before you saw a tiny body squirming away from your husband and towards you.
you dutifully took him from toji and megumi stopped crying instantly, opting to tug at your shirt instead.
“‘m sorry,” toji’s voice was still laden with sleep but apologetic. “he wouldn’t stop fussing, ive been at it for 20 minutes.”
megumi was now tugging at your shirt with more determination, however he was calm as ever.
“i know,” toji responded as if reading the question on your face, “tried giving him the bottle, doll. little shit punched me in the lips.”
“did you now?” you looked down and tried to give megumi a reprimanding look, but ended up smiling instead. “and don’t call your son that.”
he rolled his eyes as he slid in bed beside you, “didn’t wanna wake you up but i was getting concerned.”
you gave him a reassuring smile, “thank you baby, maybe he’s just having a preference this morning.”
and as you nursed him you’d thought it was endearing how he wanted you first thing in the morning. little did you anticipate just how much he’d cry for you in the time to come.
megumi’s mannerisms started changing little by little. he started refusing his dad more and more and remained inconsolable until his mom stepped in.
you’d be folding laundry on the floor after putting megumi on the floor with his favourite toys and he would simply turn his head away and start crawling towards you.
putting him down to sleep was done with literal bated breath. rocking him in your arms for at the very least 25 minutes before you’d hold your breath and lower him down onto the crib. if he ended up waking up, repeat the process except now your baby is mad at you.
during car rides, while before you both could entertain megumi from the front, or he would stare out the window transfixed by the sights, now, he needs to be in contact with you at all times. your hand across his car seat and on his tiny shoulder so he can lean his head on you and fall asleep or you have to hold his hand to prevent him from getting restless.
“mama,” he babbled as he tugged on your hair, completely engrossed in you.
“tch,” toji kissed his teeth, “i know he’s our child and all but don’t you think he’s monopolising my wife?”
“your wife,” you pat the place beside you on the couch where you were sitting with megumi standing on your lap. “is his mother. i think the baby is allowed to be a little inconsiderate about sharing.”
“this brat,” toji dropped on the couch, man spreading immediately. seeing him, megumi hung onto your shoulders, burrowing his head in your neck.
“yeah yeah, i dont want to hold you either anyways,” toji stuck out his tongue at megumi.
“you absolute child!” laughing, you swatted toji’s arm, “dont be mean to your son!”
toji cracked a smile as you both chatted while megumi chimed in between with his babbling opinions about what you had to say.
“alright megatron,” you lifted megumi away from your lap as you stood up. “mama needs to pee.”
you plopped megumi beside toji and hurried towards the bathroom.
megumi looked around the room, bewildered by the sudden disappearance of his mom as he wasn’t big enough to look past the couch.
megumi’s eyes met his dad’s.
“fuck,” toji cursed lowly as he saw his son’s face scrunching up and displaying his premonitional signs of bawling.
“give her a second brat,” toji swiftly sat up on the couch and scooped megumi in his arms before he could start crying, “so damn impatient, aren’t you?”
“been stuck to your mama’s hip alllll day long,” despite himself, toji was now walking around the living room, swaying megumi in his arms managing to keep him from crying.
“hoarding your mama like that, you’re just like dada aren’t you?” toji leaned down to kiss megumi’s chubby, edible looking cheek as megumi let out a little giggle. “juuuust like dada.”
toji tilted his head and bit megumi’s cheek lightly while rocking him in his arms.
appalled by the man biting his face off and simultaneously spotting you heading back towards their direction, megumi, ever the opportunist that he was started bawling.
you had been watching them for a second now and you didn’t know whether you should be impressed or concerned by the way your son just switched up on his dad, giggling one second and all teary-eyed and snot nosed in another.
“look at this performative ass brat,” toji’s jaw went slack witnessing his son’s betrayal as his eyes darted between you and his son.
you burst out laughing as you walked towards your boys. megumi looked at you confused but still raised his arms towards you, migrating away from his papa.
“awww, did daddy bite you baby?” you soothingly rubbed your cheek against his as megumi revelled in the attention he was getting. then you turned your head and bit his cheek as well.
you laughed again as his small face pouted up as you.
“sorry,” you pressed a kiss onto his face not sounding sorry at all.
toji wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping megumi in between, “he’s so damn bite sized.”
and smiling, as if in sync, both of you dipped down to take another chomp out of your son’s cheek.
sleeping in with baby gumi | baby gumi masterlist | clingy baby gumi continued
the flu seemed to have caught megumi’s underdeveloped immunity in its claws first then it managed to make your mountain of a husband sick as well.
it was not a fun time for you.
baby gumi was not chill with being sick. at all. he cries and cries and cries himself sicker and then cries some more for good measure.
toji was always more than helpful whenever megumi’s health was disrupted but he was out of commission this time.
“babe,”
you nearly jumped out of your skin as your husband sneaked up behind you, staggering and looking delirious.
“toji go lay back down-”
“let me hel-” before he could finish the sentence, a bone rattling sneeze left the man. you would have jumped out of your skin if you weren’t anticipating it.
your baby, however, was unprepared for your husband’s loud ass sneeze. your stomach dropped as megumi’s baby monitor repeated the sounds of him fussing that you could already hear organically.
“shit,” toji looked guilty as he blew his nose in a paper towel, “im sorry my angel.”
“baby please just go lay down, ok?” you barely give him a pat on the cheek and rush towards megumi’s nursery.
megumi had taken a whole hour to go down for a nap crying and screaming probably flaring up his headache and fever. he literally only fell sleep once he expended all his energy on bawling.
that lasted a whole 15 minutes.
you picked him up from his crib, laying him on your chest as you tried to soothe him. he was crying again, and if you didn’t get it under control he would have another meltdown.
your heart clenched at the thought of your baby in pain. in the back of your mind, you were worried about getting back to toji with a strong herbal tea and soup but this little guy took precedence.
you tried everything, rocking him, cooing at him, humming his favourite lullaby, kissing up his tiny face, making faces at him - nothing worked.
he was starting to squirm now, his cries getting louder as he felt his head thrum with pain. he was inadvertently making it worse.
you were on the verge of tears yourself when toji stepped in.
he stayed away from the both of you, at the doorway. “you should massage him,” he suggested, looking tired and in pain in himself. megumi’s cries were most probably making his barely controlled headache worse.
“i tried,” you bit your lower lip to stop from trembling as you helplessly rocked megumi in your arms. “it’s not helping.”
“massage him like you do me,” he persisted. “use force, press down.” he moved to the windows, pulling down the blinds then the curtains.
“lay him down.”
it wasn’t hard to choose between following his gentle command or to burst into tears because you felt like you were failing your baby. you laid him down and undid his thermal onesie.
toji’s guidance wasn’t necessarily required as you worked oil on megumi’s body, pressing down with appropriate force, but it soothed you and unsurprisingly it soothed megumi.
it took a while for his cries to simmer down to hiccups, tears now drying on his cherubic face as his eyelids fluttered down.
you smiled at toji in relief, feeling a different wave of tears threatening to spill out. your husband returned your smile, but his was weaker.
“go back to bed toji,” you pulled megumi up to your chest as his started displaying his telltale signs of hunger. “i’ll feed him and be back to you soon.”
he nodded, too weak to argue and left the hallway because he hadn’t entered the nursery as a precaution this whole time.
you took some time nursing megumi, glad that he still had an appetite. his eyes were struggling to remain open so he didn’t fight you as you quickly gave him his medicine.
“good night, my little love,” you murmured softly against his cheek before turning off the lamp and closing the nursery door after making sure the baby monitor was in place.
the house was quiet now, but your next move was to take care of your husband. in the time you’ve known him, hes gotten sick less than five or so times and each time he’s rendered immobile.
instead of going to your bedroom you beelined to the kitchen to finish your abandoned task of brewing herbal tea & making soup.
your herbal tea was still simmering on the stove, now becoming a concentrate of various herbs and spices & the slow cooker was now off signalling that the soup was done cooking.
soon after, you headed to your bedroom, soup and tea in hand. you peeked inside to see toji sprawled on your bed, the comforter thrown away.
you sighed and set the tray on the vanity before walking towards him. you laid the back of your hand on his head and confirmed that he was still running a fever.
“baby,” you softly caressed his face.
he gingerly opened his eyes, “mm.”
“soup,” you said simply, “get up.”
he turned and burrowed his face in your lap, “not hungry.”
you ran your fingers through his hair, “mm, i know.” you let him rest his eyes for a minute before starting again.
“okay toji, soup then tea while i slide into bed quickly and then I’ll hold you until you fall asleep, okay?” you framed it as a question but toji knew it wasn’t one.
he sat up and you added pillows between his back and the headboard. you handed him the mini table with the bowl of soup and tea on it and started pulling multiple blankets on top of him.
“im hot as balls right now, woman,” toji grumbled as he ate.
“not hot enough honestly, you need to sweat out your fever,” you placed a bottle of pocari sweat on his tray. “you’d better be finished by the time i come back.”
planting a kiss on his forehead you left to pick up around the house, cleaning up and putting things away. after a few minutes you went back to your bedroom, taking the baby monitor with you.
toji was already up from the bed, empty bowl on the tray in his hands.
“why are you out of bed again?” you frowned as yiu strode to him.
“cleaning up,” he muttered. he sounded so tired and hoarse.
“i will beat you up,” you plucked the tray out of his hands and pushed him on the bed, “if you get out of bed once again.”
he just lightly chuckled as he let you tuck him under three comforters.
you slid in beside him, opening your arms invitingly, “come here.”
and he did. he turned on his side and planted himself between your chest, sighing contentedly when you started carding through his hair.
“feel better soon,” you murmured in his hair.
his chest rumbled in a deep, agreeing hum, “i will.”
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- miele
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satoru never expected a social life when he had bid high school a goodbye and started university.
and then he had somehow managed to catch your eye. he became your ‘adopted’ introvert before he could register that he had made a friend.
you were a whirlwind, to put it mildly. somewhat of a ditz while still remaining one of the most graceful people he had met.
always running, always in a rush, yet somehow always late. it was fascinating to satoru who has never had friends who weren’t social outcasts.
that was the other thing — you were a magnet. everyone was attracted towards you.
that was something satoru had never seen before.
it was as if there was a compelling force within you that made people forget everything and just float over in your direction and crave your presence.
it wasn’t just people, no. satoru had seen how the campus cats jump onto your lap every time you'd give them a smidge of attention. even the grumpiest of strays would lose all reservations for you.
everyone knew you and everyone loved you.
satoru was one of many.
"toruuu," you snuck up behind satoru to wrap your arms around his shoulders, snapping him from his reverie, "whatcha thinking about?"
satoru jerked, surprised, before relaxing. you didn't miss the flush creeping up his neck at your contact.
"no-" he cleared his throat, "nothing."
you smiled, slyly, before leaning to press a small kiss at his ear. satoru's breath hitched.
you pretended not to notice as you moved up before coming to sit beside him, "how was your test?"
satoru took a deep breath to calm his thundering heart. this was something that was just too usual for the two of you.
you'd touch him in a way that seemed to toe the line of what's 'friendly' and he'd have to act like it doesn't make him malfunction and freak out.
"it was good," satoru replies, shoulders slumping despite himself, "i think."
you knocked your shoulder with his, "hey," your voice softened, and it made satoru look in your direction, "i know you, and i know for a fact you aced that test."
satoru's lips pushed up into the tiniest of pouts, "i hope you're right."
you press your finger onto his lip, "don't look so sullen, baby."
satoru almost fucking dies.
his entire face felt like it was on fire as he froze up, afraid to breath in case you retracted your hand. his heart felt like it was going to evacuate his chest and make a home in yours.
you smiled internally, satoru's reactions making butterflies erupt in your stomach. he was so fucking cute.
you wanted to tease him till he cried.
you pretended not to notice your best friend losing his mind and moved your finger to gentle caress his cheek, "do you wanna go out?"
"h-huh?" he blinked, mouth dropping open, trying his best to ignore your soft finger going back and forth his cheek that was making his cock strain against his pants, "w-wha..."
"for dinner?" you gently pushed his chin up, making his mouth close, "i really feel like having malatang tonight."
"o-of course," he nods, head jerking up and down in a rigid manner, of course you were asking to grab dinner. why would he ever think you wanted to go out with him. "what time?"
"seven?" you ask, finally moving your attention to the table, picking at satoru's snacks. satoru felt both grateful and disappointed that your hands weren't on him.
he pulled his backpack onto his lap, in an effort to hide his.. situation. "i'll pick you up at your dorm?"
"deal," you smiled up at him before turning to your notebook and satoru just about busts right there like a hormonal boy.
---
satoru is at your dorm door at 6:54. punctual, as always.
you let him in, pulling at his arm after he starts malfunctioning when he sees you’re still in your underwear.
“i just need to put on my jeans,” you say, shutting the door as you start moving around the room.
satoru somehow makes it to the bed, sitting at the edge and curls up into himself.
he prays that you do not notice the very noticeable bulge in his pants.
he keeps his eyes fixed to the window, heart in his throat with how fast it was beating.
you wanted to kill him, he was sure. you wanted to make him tachycardic and die at twenty one.
“….toru..?” you snap your fingers in front of his face, “earth to satoru.”
satoru blinks, realising he’d droned out in order to not crumple to the floor and beg you to touch him.
“oh, uh, um, s-sorry,” he stutters, his eyes dipping down to your chest that was covered with nothing but a lacy number.
“w-what,” he cleared his throat, face an impressive shade of red, again, “what were you saying?”
you smiled inwardly, enjoying how flustered he was. you weren’t scarcely dressed on purpose, you were just running late when satoru knocked on your door.
and why would you make him wait outside when you could watch him trip over his words instead?
“I asked,” you held up two tops, “which one should i wear?”
satoru should’ve said something courageous and flirty, to you know, shoot his shot. something like none, baby, i like you without or — you look ravishing in both, honey.
(yes, he gets his dating advice from 90s teen magazines.)
but instead he stutters out something that makes you smile and leave him alone, just to make sure he gets out of your room alive and without making a ginormous fool of himself.
———
at the restaurant, you both initially sit alone together, but soon enough, all your friends - and there are many - pop by and join you.
"hey, doll," suguru leans down, right next to your face, presenting you his cheek.
you giggle softly, cradling his jaw lightly as you press a faint kiss there, "hey, sugu."
he smiles and pulls out a chair, inviting himself to sit with you two.
satoru's grip on his chopsticks is a little too tight. his stomach is churning with ugly jealousy. he knew, of course, that he didn't deserve to feel jealous.
he was, after all, just your best friend.
but he wanted to get up and punch suguru's smug face.
maybe he was more your type, with his snake bite piercings and a face a supermodel would kill for. unlike him, who was awkward, reserved and didn't have the guts to even hug you first.
the thought worsened satoru’s mood substantially.
suguru smiled at satoru, who anyone with eyes could tell was fuming in his seat.
everyone on the campus knew you had your claim on satoru and he was essentially an extension of your existence.
"where's sho?" you ask, swinging your legs, oblivious to the change in atmosphere.
“here,” shoko’s smooth voice reaches your ear before you see her. she too, presses a quick kiss to your cheek before sliding into the empty chair beside satoru.
“‘sup,” she nods at satoru and he mutters a hello back.
shoko looks at you as if to ask why he looks like he got his candy snatched.
you just smile secretively.
soon, the three of you are talking and satoru replies everytime someone asks him a question, but he’s quieter than usual.
when the food arrives, satoru sullenly plays with his, not really eating.
you roll a piece of meat between your chopsticks and get up off your seat slightly, leaning across the table, “‘toruuu~”
satoru looks up, an adorable frown on his face which dissolves as soon as he sees your efforts in feeding him.
his cheeks tinge with tint as he leans forwards and wraps his lips around the chopsticks, deliberately looking at suguru with a smug look.
suguru bursts out laughing as you sit back down, putting his hand on the back of your chair. “cute,” he remarks with a smirk.
“thank you,” satoru says to you, but his eyes flit back to suguru, “it’s delicious.”
the entire meal, satoru and suguru have a silent back-and-forth, satoru unaware that you’re spectating it with great amusement.
you think it’s so cute how hard he’s pining for you without doing anything substantial to have you.
you're aware of the glares satoru had been throwing suguru all night, squirming in his seat and playing with his food because you weren't sitting next to him.
it was all going according to your plan.
a good hour later, the four of you paid and left the place, walking towards the direction of the dorms.
satoru fell back behind you and suguru, walking in pace with shoko.
he couldn't overtake suguru without having to get off the sidewalk and physically pushing suguru away from your side.
he was almost ready to do it.
you giggled at something suguru said, slapping his bicep with the back of your hand.
satoru willed suguru to spontaneously combust.
"it's getting late," you announced, stopping, "i'll get going now."
suguru opened his mouth, but satoru was done being pushed back.
"I'LL WALK YOU HOME!!!!!"
stunned silence engulfed your little group, couple of onlookers flinching at satoru's volume.
satoru's face slowly started to flame up as he realises that he yelled it.
you broke the silence first, throwing your head back laughing, "oh, satoru," you wiped a tear as the other two chuckled with you, "you're so cute."
satoru wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
you, still laughing, reached for his hand. "i was hoping you'd offer to," you intertwined your fingers with his.
satoru's heart almost stopped beating. huh?
before he could register the intent behind your words, you were already waving bye to suguru and shoko, and started to pull satoru towards the direction of your dorms.
satoru stumbled behind you a little, still embarrassed and reeling from your earlier words. hoping he'd offer? what did that mean?!
by the time you both reached your dorms, satoru had convinced himself it meant nothing.
"um," satoru fidgeted in front of your door, bummed that the day was ending and he'd only spent a couple hours with you (time spent with suguru around did not count), "i'll see you at class..?"
you stilled, disbelief settling in how adamantly dense this man was being.
what more did you need to do to show him you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you?
"no," your words were tight, a frown marring your face, "you won't see me at class."
"oh," his stomach dropped, "o-okay... i guess i should get going.."
"so you hate me, huh?" you asked indignantly, arms crossed across your neck.
his eyes widened, "huh- wha-"
"you just hate me soooo bad," you continued, "you hate me with every fibre of your being."
"w-what-" he looked panicked, unsure where this was coming from, "i don't hate-"
"oh yeah?" you stepped closer to him, making him take a step back, "i don't believe it, you fucking hate me."
he shakes his head, stepping back again as you take another step towards him, "that's not true! i don't-"
"really?" you took another step forward, he steppe backward, "but i think you hate me."
"please, don't say that-" he looked near tears, "i-i could never-"
"really?" you challenged, "then what? if you don't hate me then what do you feel?"
he squeezed his eyes shut as his back hit the wall, "i love you!"
he froze immediately as the words left his lips.
fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
he was too scared to open his eyes and look at your reaction, but the silence that followed his confession was terrifying.
when he finally found the guts to open his eyes, his heart backflipped ten consecutive times in his ribs when he saw you smiling triumphantly up at him.
"gotcha~" you sang and then you tugged at his collar, pulling him down to your face before smashing your lips onto his.
satoru whimpered, confused, but god he wasn't stupid enough to complain.
not when something he had dreamt of at least a thousand times was finally happening.
you cradled his face, pushing your tongue between satoru's lips. he moaned into your mouth, the sound almost more of a whine.
his hesitant hands settled on your waist once he was more sure that he was, in fact, not dreaming this up again.
you kissed him, your hand creeping to the back of his head, grasping at the silken white strands to tilt satoru's mouth better.
you pulled away, finally, to breathe and satoru followed after you, connecting your lips as if he couldn't stand not tasting you for more than a millisecond.
you moaned into his mouth as he slowly took charge, pushing you back so you were retracing your steps.
your back hit the door of your dorm, and satoru still didn't seem like he was letting up, completely drunk off of your addictive taste.
you pulled away again, gasping in a breath.
satoru tried to descend back onto your lips but you pushed your palm against his lips, stopping him in place.
satoru's heart thundered, maybe you regretted it, maybe you hate him now. god, what if you thought he was an awful kisser?
"toru," your soft, velvety voice brought him back, "do you wanna come in?"
he nodded earnestly against your palm, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.
you smiled at him and his heart flipped, "pop a tit for me, sugar."
huh?
you read the question on his face and giggled, retracting your hand, "go on."
satoru slowly lifted his sweater vest, his face, for the millionth time today because of you, flaming red. he pulled up his shirt as he stood in front of you, displaying his chest.
you giggled as you opened the door and stepped inside, hooking a finger around satoru's belt buckle to drag him in with you.
he stumbled in behind you, and maybe it was the fact that it was dark in your room, or the fact that he just told you he loved you and you hadn't run for the hills, or the fact that you kissed him, satoru engulfed you in his arms, hoisting you up on his waist as he pressed his lips to yours to swallow your squeal of surprise.
you rewarded him with a moan as you wrapped your legs around satoru's waist, following his hungry, almost ravenous pace as he kissed the ever loving breath out of you.
"t-toru," you whimpered as he pressed kisses down your throat and around your neck.
you felt him move and then you landed on the bed with a soft thud.
you could feel satoru hesitating as he looked down at you, and before he could overthink his way out of this, you raised your foot and pressed it against the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
satoru hissed, falling forwards onto the bed, supporting his weight on his arms.
"do you want it, 'toru?" you purred, pressing harder as he ground against your foot.
"y-yes," he whimpered, looking up at you with puppy eyes.
fuck. you pushed him on the side, flipping positions so you were on top of him. you pulled up your top and immediately, satoru's hands reached up, cupping your boobs over your bra.
you moaned at the sensation, holding the back of his hands as he continued his ministrations. you pushed your hips back a little, experimentally grinding against his cock.
"fuck, 'toru," you brought your face to his, pressing a sweet kiss onto his lips, "i love you so much."
that flipped a switch in him.
instantly, he flipped you over, hovering over your body as he kissed you before you registered what happened. he freed his cock and brought it near your clothed cunt, grinding down.
you both moaned into each other's mouths, your hands coming up to rest on satoru's shoulder.
with newfound confidence, satoru pulled your panties to one side before slipping two fingers in.
"satoru-" you cried out at the intrusion, head jerking back. satoru followed, the thought of being away from your lips unbearable.
"fuck," he groaned into your mouth, "y-you're so wet. fuck."
he pumped his fingers in, curling them upwards. your hips bucked off the bed, grinding down on his palm.
he pulled back, making quick work of your panties and discarding them. he pumped his cock once, before looking up at you. "can i?"
you nodded jerkily, "yes, please."
satoru almost came at your tone.
one of his hands gripped your hips while the other held his cock, pumping it a couple times before bringing it towards your centre.
satoru pushed inside, his cock slipping inch by tantalising inch, feeling your warm walls stretch around his length.
"f-fuck," he panted, his grip on your hip almost bruising, his eyes tearing up as he willed himself not to cum. "y-you're s-so-"
your eyes flew open as you felt warmth spurting inside you, satoru was silent as he panted, looking down at where you were connected.
immediately, you wanted to tease him, clenching around him you cooed, "aww, 'toru did you cum already? my, my, that happe-"
satoru flipped his eyes up to yours, and there was a feral glint in them that stopped you dead. it was then you noticed that he was still diamond hard inside of you.
satoru pulled out so that only his tip was inside you, leaning over your face, his breath ghosting your lips, before he rammed back inside you
you mouth dropped open in a gasp, chest heaving upwards as you felt the veins on satoru's cocks pulse against your core.
satoru grits his teeth, fighting back another orgasm at the sheer vice of your grip. it felt impossibly tight and so damn good.
satoru could no longer control himself, snapping his hips to the pace of your breathing, making you moan and hike up the bed.
"'toruuuuu-" you whined, his cock pistoning in and out of you in a punishing pace, "k-kiss me."
he leaned down, his forearms on either side of your face as he captured your lips, kissing you sloppily as he fucked you into the mattress.
your hands found his back, scratching and gripping as if to ground yourself from satoru's punishing pace.
you felt your stomach tight, the wave of pleasure building up.
"'m close," you babbled, satoru leaning back down to lick your tongue, "'toru, 'm s'close-"
"fuck. hah- let it go, baby," he panted, his hand coming down to stimulate your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.
and you did, your orgasm crashed into you, making your hips jerk off the bed, clenching around satoru's cock.
satoru came a second later, gripping your hips and pushing his cock as deep into you as possible, whimpering out your name.
he collapsed on top of you, the sounds of your heavy breathing echoing in the otherwise silent room. he was still inside of you.
"say it again," satoru pleaded, looking at you with that pathetic, lovesick look.
"i love you, satoru."
you stiffened as you felt him getting hard inside you again.
“I love you more,” he looked up at you with that same glint in his eyes as earlier, “let’s go again, please?”
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(っ. -｡) sleeping in with husband toji & baby gumi! ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
the cold weather had your family under a sleepy spell.
it had become so hard to get out of your comfy, fluffy and warm bed in the mornings lately.
especially when your human heater of a husband always had you tucked in between his arms, his giant leg thrown over your hips, nose pressed against your hair, breathing you in.
your own personal weighted blanket.
the alarm blared on your nightstand. you blearily opened your heavy eyes, unable to move under toji’s heavy weight.
“toji,” your sleepy mumble is barely audible, but your husband’s sharp instincts catch it anyway.
“mm,” toji’s chest rumbles, resounding his deep hum. the sound warms you up, making you scoot closer into him.
“we need to get up,” you continue, struggling to stay awake and formulate thoughts.
toji’s hand starts moving, pressing a button on your phone to silence the alarm. it then reaches the back of your head, caressing gently.
you sigh contentedly, breathing in your husband’s scent that feels like home.
how were you supposed to get out of bed?
you felt yourself drifting off again, against your better judgement.
your husband’s hand caressing your hair also started slowing down as you both fell back asleep together.
and then the alarm went off again, barely ten minutes later.
your eyes felt heavier as you tried to open them, sleep trying to hold onto you as tight as your husband was. you forced your mind to stay awake, knowing you needed to get up and get megumi soon.
you tugged at toji’s massive biceps, firmer this time.
he groaned before nuzzling his head into your neck, “five minutes, doll.”
you turned your face sideways, pressing a gentle kiss on his temple, saying, “get off me.” it came out as a gerroffme.
toji squeezed you in response.
you patted his cheek, the contact making a soft noise.
“get up, please,” you tried again, “need to get gumi.”
at that, your husband reluctantly retracted himself, allowing you to get up. but as soon as you got out of bed, a shiver traveled down at your spine from the pressure on your bladder. holy.
you turned to head to the bathroom but at that moment, the baby monitor started echoing megumi’s cries.
“toji,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together in urgency, “get gumi please.”
toji blinked his eyes open, slowly processing your words. before he was fully awake, you had already dashed to the bathroom.
he would’ve just gone back to sleep if not for his son's fussy crying. with a heavy sigh, toji threw the blanket off of him and got up.
it took him a few seconds too long to get out of his warm bed, but he pushed himself off anyways, heading to the nursery.
with every step he took, his mind became clearer and his eyes less heavy. but there was still one thought in his mind.
get back in bed with wife.
so, with a newfound determination, toji threw open the nursery door, beelining towards his baby.
"let's get you ready for bed, brat," toji mumbled, picking up your habit of talking to the baby as if he could understand you. "y'r mom would beat my ass if i left you alone and made her fall back asleep. but we're sleeping in today, got it?"
megumi, confused but content with the attention, just cooed, putting his fist in his mouth.
toji pulled megumi's hand out, striding towards the changing table and laying him down on it. he quickly put megumi into new diapers, cleaning as he went, all while making small talk with the baby.
"you sleep ok?"
"da!"
"mm, me too. y'r hungry, right?"
"uwaa?"
"'course you are." a beat of silence. a sleepy sigh. "i miss your mama."
"mama!"
toji's lip quirked at his son's giggle as soon as he heard the word mama. that boy had him wrapped around his finger, as much as he hated to admit.
finally done, and also hearing you flush in another room, toji picked megumi up and laid him across his shoulder.
he left the nursery, walking back to your shared bathroom just as you were exiting.
"good morning," you cooed at megumi who immediately leaned towards you, wiggling in toji's arm. you dutifully took him into yours, cradling him how he liked being held.
"mama," megumi babbled, tugging at your shirt.
"aww, you're hungry?" you cooed again, automatic baby voice slipping past your throat.
"nurse him in bed," toji's hands grasped your shoulders, turning you back around towards your bedroom.
"why?" you didn't protest, letting your husband steer you back in bed.
"we're sleeping in," he announced, arranging a barrage of pillows at your side so you could sit and nurse comfortably. he helped you settle in, pulling up the blankets so you were warm and cozy.
"we're literally awake," you laugh under your breath, letting your husband do his thing as you started nursing megumi.
"not for long," toji said, slipping in beside you, scooting so he could throw his arm across your lap and burrow his face in the side of your hip.
even megumi's tiny eyes started fluttering close as he fed, fists balling on his chest as he began drifting away mid-meal.
you let out a yawn, finger gently rubbing your baby's small, cherubic face. toji squeezed your hip.
soon, megumi was fully asleep.
no longer able to fight the sleepy bug, you pulled your camisole back up, laying megumi down between you and toji.
toji scooted to accommodate the baby as you lowered yourself on the bed, pulling up the covers.
your husband, once again, threw his leg over your hip, pulling you closer.
megumi was almost smushed between you two, his back to his dad while he held onto your shirt in his sleep.
toji extended his arm and you adjusted your head on it.
at long last, the three of you enjoyed a cozy, warm and sleepy saturday morning, huddled close together.
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a tear slipped down your cheek as your lips pulled into a tremulous smile, looking down at your crimson-cheeked, wet haired newborn laid on top of you. his tiny hands balled into fists.
“he’s perfect,” you whispered, “i love him so much my heart hurts.”
toji remained still and silent, entranced as he looked down at the two people who mattered the most in the world.
the sense of unease and disbelief crept in, the whispers of doubt and uncertainty about whether he really deserved this - the suffocating amount of happiness he’s feeling right now.
your gaze flitted to your husband’s face, and froze. you knew him too well. you could read his thoughts instantly. even when his face remained impassive, his eyes always betrayed him.
still reeling from labouring, you lifted a shaky hand towards your husband face, the other hand cradling megumi close to you.
you closed your fingers around toji’s jaw and pulled his face gently to meet your gaze.
you have so much to say, to reassure and ridicule him for, to tell him he's being stupid by spiralling now after you just spent 18 hours labouring and giving birth to your child but you settle on just one word.
“congratulations."
toji's reaction was immediate, his throat snapped in an attempt to suck in a breath past the massive lump in his throat. the scar across his lips stretched as he pursed his lips in an attempt to stop them from letting tremble, but you still catch the wobble of his chin and the moisture in his eyes.
his eyes flit back down to megumi, who was starting to stir on your chest.
the nurses bustled around in your room, waiting to take megumi back for the post natal check-ups while still giving you space to enjoy this ethereal moment.
"here," you let go of toji's jaw and cradled the newborn, holding him up slightly, offering toji to hold him.
you held his gaze, and he let you see what he was feeling. the storm of worry and anxiety clouding his mind, preventing him from letting him experience the joy that this moment should've brought.
wordlessly, he took megumi from your arms, with an uncharacteristic gentleness that made your heart swell with a wave of affection.
toji hands shook as he adjusted the baby in his arms, feeling anxious about accidentally hurting him. his sight blurred, chest feeling tighter by the second.
toji looked up from megumi to meet your gaze, in time for a tear to slip down his cheek. his lips parted as he searched for something to say, something that could possibly encompass even a fraction of the myriad of intense emotions he was feeling.
"he's tiny," toji's voice cracked as his eyes were drawn back towards the black-haired sleeping infant in his arms.
"i know," you exhale a breathy laugh, arms laid on your stomach over the hospital provided comforter, taking in the sight of your family.
"he looks just like you," toji murmured softly, his hand ghosting over the cheek of the baby.
you throw your head back and laugh, "you're a horrible liar."
and when he looks back up at you, his face is split into a wide smile.
your heart clenches at the sight. toji brings him back to you, leaning down so you can look at his tiny face together.
his eyes hold yours when he says, "i love you," then-- for the first time, he glances back down at his son, whose eyes are wide open now, and tells him, "i love you."
things don't change much as time passes on. parenthood is new, completely uncharted territory, but it's a million times easier because toji is always there.
when megumi learns to hold his head up while on his tummy, you both cheer so loudly that megumi starts giggling with you both.
toji kisses your temple as you both watch until megumi tires himself and lays back down. "i love you," he says, to you and his son. your smile is big as you say it back.
when megumi says his first words "mamamama," you excite yourself to tears.
you take megumi in your arms and toji takes you in his, as kisses are pressed on each other's foreheads, a dozen of i love yous uttered, a couple of tears shed.
"i love you," toji laughs when he sees you’re crying, leaning down to deliver a fat kiss on his son’s cheek then one on your lips.
when you leave toji and megumi alone in the house, and toji is sitting on the floor with his son, watching the tiny boy create shit out of clay. his heart melts when megumi offers him some.
the baby raises his stubby arms as high as possible, piece of clay in his small hand, “dada?”
toji scoffs, but he’s leaning his face towards megumi’s hand, letting his son feed him the ‘food’ before turning his head sideways and spitting out the clay in his palm discreetly.
megumi giggles, the sound making toji’s lips quirk up ever so slightly.
“papa,” he flexes his palms up at his dad and instinctively, toji scoops him up, settling him on his arm the way megumi liked to be held.
“what, brat?” his voice is gruff but the affection is unmistakable.
“papa wuv,” megumi grabs his father’s face with both hands, staring intently at his nose. “papa wuv you?”
toji freezes. what?
“what?” he vocalised his thoughts, his voice laced with disbelief.
megumi looks at his dad’s eyes, wide and innocent as he continues babbling, “wuv papa!”
an incredulous laugh bubbles out of toji’s throat as his grip on his son tightens. he tears up a little before pulling megumi up to his face and pressing a long, hard smooch on his cheek.
“i wuv megumi too,” there’s a tremble in his voice but his face is split in the biggest smile ever. his heart hurts so badly, but this time it’s out of contentment and relief.
“I love you, megumi.”
and then he dips back down to bite megumi’s cheek and the house is filled with the baby’s outraged cries and toji’s laughter.
the concept of telling megumi that you love him so often that it's among one of his first words.
baby gumi masterlist | megumi’s clingy phase | sleeping in with baby gumi
toji's leg is haphazardly thrown across your hip, his arms caging you to him. your head is nestled on his bicep, comfortable despite being so muscly. tired from the day's activities, your husband and you were sleeping like rocks.
and then your sleep breaks.
it takes a second to register. your mom instincts kicking in immediately but your tired, new parent brain lagging behind.
soft cries are emanating from the baby monitor on your bedside.
you try to get up, but toji's heavy ass is half laid on top of you.
you glance at the monitor and see megumi’s tiny face scrunched up as soft cries and whimpers leave his mouth.
panic settles in when you realise it’s not his usual fussy crying, but rather something that’s never happened before.
“toji,” you push toji’s arm off of you as he stirs, nuzzling his head in the back of your neck.
“mmm?” he’s still groggy and out of it, but once he hears the baby monitor, he’s getting off of you.
you slip out of bed, pushing your feet in the slippers and hurry out of the bedroom. toji is hot on your heels, his legs working better than his overly tired brain.
you reach the nursery in record time, hearing your baby’s muffled whimpers and cries before you throw the door open and beeline towards his crib.
your heart clenches as you reach in and pick megumi up. he's crying in his sleep, tears streaming down his cheeks.
you cradle him in your left arm, your other arm coming up to pat him awake. it doesn’t take long before megumi is opening his eyes, looking at you in a confused, teary daze.
you wipe his tears, while it dawns on the kid that whatever he was seeing was not real. he starts to cry, raising his arms up to you, signaling that he wanted to be closer.
you bring him up to lay him on your shoulder, softly swaying as you rubb hieds small back soothingly.
“shhh, baby,” you rock him as he cries, “it’s okay, it’s okay, mama and papa are right here.”
megumi burrows his head in your shoulder as he sniffles. you feel toji’s tentative touch on your waist, and you spin around to face him.
“he okay?” toji whispers, trying not to agitate megumi. but at hearing his voice, megumi lifts up his head and looks at his father.
his face starts scrunching up again as a new wave of tears spring up to his eyes.
“fuck?” toji’s eyes flicks up to you in surprise and confusion, immediately assuming that he made megumi’s situation worse.
but then megumi starts squirming out of your hold, holding out his arms towards toji.
he’s wailing louder, wiggling in your grasp and leaning over to his father. toji is shocked but still moves his hand off your waist and towards megumi, grabbing him from you.
immediately, once in toji's hold, megumi’s short arms reach around toji’s neck and he burrows his face in his collarbone, continuing his crying there.
toji’s massive hand settles on megumi’s back, as his other arm supports megumi. his bewildered eyes find yours, his eyebrows raised as if to say what the hell?
due to megumi’s clingy phase all throughout infancy, toji had kind of accepted his fate as the lesser liked parent.
it didn’t help that toji had always deemed himself unlovable since birth, with you being a rare exception.
so he never questioned it when he created a notion in his head that megumi just did not love him. naturally.
but now, holding his son’s small and warm body close to his heart, he realises how wrong he was.
it’s still a little befuddling to him, having to wrap his mind around the fact that megumi sought out him to get comforted from. to think there would come a day when megumi would want to be held by his dad while he was in distress.
you take this opportunity to check out in his crib, just to make sure that there were no physical discomforts and that he was, indeed, just having a nightmare.
once megumi’s sobs dwindle down to sniffles and occasional hiccups, toji moves to lower megumi down into the crib.
“papa!” megumi cries out, startling the both of you. he clutches toji’s shirt, refusing to let go.
worriedly, you step near them, “you need to sleep, baby.”
his chin trembles as he prepares to launch into a new crying session.
you raise your hands in surrender. “okay, okay.”
megumi burrows his head back into toji’s neck.
you yawn, bringing your hand to cover your mouth. toji shifts megumi into his arms.
“go to sleep,” his voice is gruff, still laden with sleep, “I’ll put him to bed.”
at that, megumi raises his head, “no!”
“no?” toji quirks his eyebrow, “fuck you mean?”
“toji,” you try to reprimand him, but start yawning instead, “language.”
“let’s just—” yawn “—let him sleep with us tonight.”
“mama,” megumi mumbles his agreement.
“okay,” toji sighs, letting you step out of the room before stepping out himself with megumi in his arms. he turns off the lights and closes the door before following you into the bed.
once there, he sets megumi on the bed and the baby toddles over next to you, slipping in the space where you’re holding up the blanket.
toji slides in after him, turning off the lamp on his bedside.
megumi wiggles so that he’s burrowed in between you, making contact with both his mom and dad to ensure they don’t leave him.
you throw your arm over megumi, and toji throws his over your waist, encompassing megumi in middle.
finally, the three of you drift back to sleep.
———
the next morning, toji wakes up with megumi’s body laid across his neck and the entire blanket being hoarded by his wife.
what the fuck do babies even have nightmares about? he thinks while pulling megumi off his neck, being able to breath normally again.
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series masterlist | i love you's with baby gumi | sick baby gumi
ever since you and him started dating, his days have become so.. normal. in a good way. a really good way.
the problem is, he hasn’t had much of ‘normal’ in his life, ever.
but then he met you and he knows you’d probably plow his back if he ever called you normal, but that’s what you were and it was just about the best thing in the world.
he picks you up from your classes, stops at the grocery store to follow you around as you get stuff you need to stock your dorm room.
“crunchy or smooth?” you’re not looking at him but at the options on the shelves.
“smooth,” he replies, his hand on the cart that he’s in-charge of pushing around.
“wrong. crunchy is the only right answer,” it’s not, but you liked disagreeing with satoru.
he pouts, “you said that about smooth last time.”
“did i?” you hum, already moving on, satoru trailing behind you.
he doesn’t miss the way you pick up his favourites to keep in your tiny dorm pantry, things that he always prefers having over others.
his chin is on your shoulder as you contemplate between the flavour of instant noodles you want for the week. he chimes in his opinions every now and then, and you always acknowledge and reply.
in your room, you ask him if he wants to stay the night.
"yes," he replies, plopping down on your bed, "obviously."
"'kay," you rummage through the stuff you bought and pull out the takeout boxes.
"what're we doing?" satoru gets off the bed and starts to put away the groceries while you're busy.
"i have a presentation tomorrow," you open the box of noodles and settle it on your bed before opening your laptop. "you find something to do while i practise."
and that's how satoru picked up the book you'd recommended him, sitting beside you on your bed as you go over your notes.
occasionally, you take a bite of your takeout while you work and notice satoru's share left untouched on the table still.
you turn your head to the side, "you're not eating?"
he doesn't lift his eyes off the book, "'m comfy, don't wanna move."
"but you're hungry?" you press.
"i always am," he wiggles his eyebrows at you, finally looking at you.
you roll your eyes, of course. wordlessly, you pick up the noodles, gathering them in your chopsticks and bring it up to his lips.
"thank you," he says while chewing, attention back on the book.
"don't talk with your mouth full," you chided before taking a bite yourself.
he thought that would be the end of it.
but after a few minutes you take a bite and start twirling the noodles around your chopsticks again, as compact as possible.
and then you silently raise your hand towards his mouth again, grabbing satoru’s attention away from the book. again, he wordlessly leaned forward and took the offering.
all while your eyes never leaving your laptop, skimming over your notes.
confused, he thinks maybe that’s the end of you passing down food to him and refocuses his attention on reading.
but then there's your chopsticks in front of his lips and he eats it, of course, but frowns, "do you not like the food?"
you glance at him sideways, still hunched over towards your laptop, "huh?"
"the food," he juts his chin at the box in your hand, "is it not to your liking?" already mentally taking notes to avoid the restaurant, because really, why else would you be feeding him so much of it?
your eyebrows furrow as you look at the noodles in your hand, "no, these are delicious. why?"
"then why're you feeding it to me? i thought it was because you didn't like this," satoru is genuinely confused, being unable to imagine any other reason behind your actions.
you blink, "toru..."
you turn towards him, "you said you were hungry, and i didn't want to move either," your explanation is easy, as if the obvious answer was to just share your food.
and it was, it was not a big deal at all to you. wanting to keep your boyfriend fed but not wanting to get up. this was the ideal solution.
"if i'm still hungry, i'll just have some of yours later," you stick the chopsticks in the box and boop his nose when he remains silent.
your eye darts to your dimming laptop screen, fingers skimming on the touchpad so your device doesn’t enter sleep mode and when you look back at your boyfriend, his eyes are misty.
“wh-” your eyes widen slightly in alarm, “toru, are you crying?”
“you’re so nice to me,” he lets out a dramatic wail to hide the fact that he’s actually emotional and sappy right now, jumping up from his position to throw his arms around you and engulf you in a massive hug.
“oomph,” your grunt as you swiftly hold up the food in the air, protecting it from satoru’s sudden burst of affection.
he sniffles a bit, his hand reaching over to pluck the takeout box out of your hand and onto the bedside table, before putting his full weight onto you as he pushed you onto the bed.
“i will eat you up,” satoru is pouting, looking down at you, tears still shining in his eyes.
“why’re you crying?” your voice is soft as you wriggle your hand out of under him, wiping away the moisture.
“i’m not,” he sniffles again right as a tear falls down his eye and onto your cheek.
“why are we lying?” you snort as he leans down and licks it up in a flash. “hey!”
he ignores your surprise at his dog like behaviour, pressing his weight onto you more, “i’m neither lying nor crying.”
“okay, poet,” your eyes are soft and understanding despite your teasing tone. your fingers still swipe the tears collecting at his waterline.
he suddenly burrows his face on your neck, giving out his arms from around you so that he was fully laying on top of you.
“toru, that tickles.” you giggle as you felt satoru’s breath on your neck.
“HELP,” you half screamed, half laughed as you felt satoru deliberately breath harder into your neck. your arms feebly pushed against him as you tried to wiggle out from underneath him, giggling harder as you felt him laugh against you.
after a moment of the weird breath-tickle torture, satoru lifts himself off as you take in big gulps of breaths.
he slips in beside you, wrapping his arms around your frame. you meet his eyes, face flushed from the exertion of laughing so hard while being crushed.
his heart skips a beat as he takes you in. you are the most beautiful thing in the world, with eyes so full of shine and warmth, hair disheveled on your pillow, breaths mingling with his, lips parted into a tender smile that satoru wanted to receive for the rest of his life.
“I love you,” he blurts out, “i’ve never been so grateful for anything in my life as much as i am for you.”
you still in his arms, eyes searching his face to reassure yourself that he was okay, but you say nothing.
satoru squeezes your waist lightly as he finds the words to continue, “everytime i think of you, my heart fills with so much love it threatens to burst out.”
your lips twitch and he catches it, groaning as he realises how that sounded. you let out a giggle despite your attempts at holding it in and he loses it with you, laughing as he pulls you closer.
“I was trying to pour my heart out!” he laughs, burrowing his face back into your neck.
“sorry, ‘toru” his breath tickles you again, and you giggle harder, pushing at his head weakly, “i-it threatens to burst out! bahaha—”
satoru whines, his face going red despite the wide smile splitting across his face. he nips at your neck as you squirm, still giggling at the unfunniest shit ever.
he decides to get his revenge, his hands going under your top and onto your skin, smirking when you shriek while laughing, crawling away from his ice cold fingers.
———
period care with satoru | “let’s touch each other’s eyeballs.”
(,,>﹏<,,) unclogging milk duct with husband!toji request by @4lillixx4
ever since toji found out he was going to become a dad, he's changed a lot.
he's still himself - perverted, forward and rugged, but there's a softness to him now. he notices more. he's on alert for reasons other than survival instinct, somehow more relaxed yet always aware.
so when he notices his wife wincing more than usual while nursing their infant, of course he gets concerned.
megumi wasn't teething yet, yes he did check after he saw you hiss in pain for the third time in a day as you sat down with megumi to feed him, so that couldn't possibly be why it hurt to nurse.
"what's wrong?" he finally asked, taking megumi from you after megumi was full and needed to be burped. toji laid his tiny body across his shoulder before starting to pat him firmly.
"my left breast, it's-" you touched it and winced immediately. "it's been so painful to nurse from this one."
"is it sore?" toji bounced megumi on his shoulder as he patted his back more firmly.
"'s not sore," you reclined back in your chair, resting your head against it as you lazily tucked your boobs back in your shirt. "but it's painful, almost like a blockage, if that makes sense?"
toji hummed as he thought back on all the post-natal and post partum care leaflets he had gone through, his gaze intent on your chest. megumi was harmonizing with his pats, making a ga-ga-ga sound.
"do you think it might be a clogged duct?" he finally asked after a moment. you had closed your eyes by now and you slowly opened them to meet your husband's gaze.
you thought about it and it seemed to be the only plausible explanation. it'd also explain the decrease in quantity, because your other breast was just fine.
toji's smirk was slow and you glimpsed the perverted man you had married as the wordless conversation passed between the two of you.
"okay," you rolled your eyes, "you can help me unclog it."
toji started to laugh but then megumi finally burped and threw up on his shoulder.
"...take a shower first."
---
unclogging your milk duct, however, was not as hot as one would imagine. for starters, it hurt.
toji added another pillow below your neck, hovering over you on your bed.
you started unbuttoning your shirt but toji tugged it up, pulling you off the bed and took it off you. his hand came up to cup your left tit.
an involuntary hiss left your mouth as you jerked, your hand flying to take hold of his. toji murmured an apology and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"let me get some ice," he left the room after thinking how to best proceed. you took that time to try and massage your chest and stopped because it hurt to even poke at it.
less than a minute later, toji was back in bed with a bowl of ice.
"just relax, angel," he dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss that he hoped was reassuring and then got to work.
holding a cube of ice, he gently started to rub it on your left breast to try and numb it a little. the moment the ice touched your skin, a moan left your throat as you tried not to squirm.
yes, toji had changed, he was a man with control and self-preservation. he had attained wise knowledge and no longer was an impulsive man who always wants to jump his wife's bones.
but fuck. there was his beautiful wife, softened by the experience of birthing their child, pliant and bare before him, soft noises leaving her mouth as she clutched his hand and tried to not writhe.
he fought against his urges to dip down and literally suck the clot of you, purely to help of course, not at all because he was going insane not touching you like he wanted to.
but god, of course you saw through him, you always did.
when your breast was numb enough, your hand that was on his travelled up to his head and you pushed him down to your chest.
"suck," you commanded, voice breathy and restless. toji didn't need to be told twice, he dived in, wrapping his lips around your hardened nipple as he started suckling.
bursts of milk hit his tongue and he groaned in blind pleasure as he tasted you in an entirely new way. his cock jerked upright, bordering painful, but this was about you.
it was still painful, but you could tell this would help. "harder, toji," you whimpered, immediately feeling your husband redoubling his efforts.
your fingers gripped his hair as your hips jerked off the bed, both in pain and pleasure. both your and your husband's groans filled the room.
"toji," you cried as he sucked harder, greedy to taste you as much as he possibly could. the pain was intensifying but the ice and both your husband being here helped marginally.
"fuck," toji breathed as he pulled away for a split second before reattaching himself, his other hand coming up to rub against your sides, trying to remind himself that his main motive is to help his wife out.
"ah! to-" you gasped as you clenched your thighs, feeling your husband's hand on your side, caressing. your husband was relentless, like a man with a sole mission in mind.
it didn't take long for the relief to rush into you, mixed with intense pleasure from the stimulation of your already sensitive breasts.
you threw your head back as you pressed toji's head deeper into your chest as the pain finally passed.
toji ceased sucking after a little longer than necessary, rising up to stare at you.
you were panting, looking up at your husband, full breasts glistening with both milk and your husband's saliva. toji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he smirked down at you.
"thank you for the meal."
sorry for literally dying, found a new huzz, broke up w him today and wrote this in an hour (we can tell) i hope u guys like it pls be nice to daddy today kittens, daddy is unstable right now
also this is as nsfw as this series will get im ngl, i want the baby gumi series to be very family friendly. feedback always appreciated!!!!! love u kittens
