husband!toji wants you pregnant again… ꒰♡
fluff / suggestive ➵ toji x chubby!reader
if toji could have you pregnant for the rest of your life, he would.
there was just something about you when you were pregnant — your belly swollen and round, breasts full and tender…
you had such a glow to you, he thought. even through raging hormones, swollen ankles, endless cravings, he couldn’t get enough of you.
he wasn’t quiet about it, either.
it’s only been three months since the baby was born, you’re drying the dishes, minding your own business, yet he’s already trying to put the idea of getting you pregnant again in your mind.
two muscular arms wrap around your waist, chest against your back, chin resting on your shoulder. "comin’ to bed?" he asks, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck.
"not yet, still have stuff to do," you respond, melting into your husbands embrace.
toji hums lowly, hands moving under your shirt and splaying across your soft tummy — slowly losing its roundness as the months go by. "miss when there was a bump," he says.
you scoff, "you miss when i was fat?"
"miss all of it," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, tone slightly needy.
he squeezes the softness of your tummy, making you elbow him instinctively.
toji just grins faintly, unaffected by your attempt at shooing him away. "what, can’t love on my wife now?" he purrs, pressing himself more firmly against you.
"sure you can. just not there. still working on losing the tummy," you say with a small sigh, finishing up the last few plates.
not that you could see your husbands expression — but if you could, you’d see him practically pouting at your response.
"do that and i’m shavin’ my head," he warns, knowing how much you adore his hair. he adored your body, no matter how much it had changed. in fact, your new curves only made him want you more.
if that were even possible.
your thicker thighs, fuller breasts, the extra chub on your tummy… fuck. you were a sight for sore eyes.
"toji fushiguro. if you dare-"
"i want another," he interrupts, rubbing his hands all over your tummy, reminiscing about when it was round with his kid.
"do you want another kid, or do you just want to see me pregnant again?" you say, raising an eyebrow, turning around to face him.
his hands find your hips, gripping them possessively, massive frame pinning you against the counter once more.
"both. cmon, doll. just one more."
"you’re insane. it’s only been a few months," you argue, trying to ignore the disappointment suddenly showing on his stupidly handsome face.
a face that was extremely difficult to say no to.
"since when can we afford another kid? we’re still paying off the hospital bills from the first one. which might i remind you, was only three months ago. ”
toji smiles at you like he doesn’t have a care in the world. "so i’ll work extra, anythin’ you need, i’ll do it."
you tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him, knowing a straight ‘no’ would crush him right now. you settle for a safer answer.
"…i’ll consider it."
toji grins like he’s won the lottery. "atta girl," he says, picking you up and draping you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, carrying you over to the bedroom.
"put me down!!" you giggle, kicking your feet. "…i didn’t even say yes!"
he’d squeeze a yes out of you by your second orgasm at least.
