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your idea of a lullaby is your heated, stifled moans as you dip your head, overcome with the feeling of him buried so deep that you can feel it in your tummy.

the moment is as intimate as they come — his hands on your bare hips, your dress bunched around your waist and panties soiled and simply pushed to the side. geto's face is flush down to the collarbones, shirtless chest rising and falling rapidly as he does his best to keep his composure and not tap out too soon.

you're right... he's toast. your warm, trembling cunt feels like home — clamping down on him every time he pushes his hips just a bit deeper. the warmth reminds him of being safe on his mother's bosom, though he'd never admit it.

the way you're whispering lulls him into an almost dream-like state of being, making his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side. "that's it, good boy," you whisper, running two open palms over his chest, pulling him back down.

"i-if you squ—eeze like that... mmgh..." he mumbles, fingers creating fists in the skin of your hips. he wants to just hold you there and fuck you, but doesn't have the energy. all this tension makes him feel like a taut rubber band, ready to snap with just one whisper from your lips.

"like this?" you gasp, lifting your hips just a bit, then clenching down on his thick cock like you want him out. under you, geto swallows down a deep groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tosses his head to the other side. he's holding his breath, afraid that if he lets go, he'll succumb to your ways, cum, and fall right back to sleep like you promised.

"or, like this?" you bite down on your bottom lip, smirking down at him as you raise your hips all the way, then drop back down with a sharp inhale.

"yes! oh, yes..." he moans, showing his teeth as his knees shiver, balls tightening under you as he almost... just, almost cums on the spot. "fuck— don't do that."

so, you do... just that.

it takes less than five minutes — you're counting each thrust in your head, blinking over at the clock at his bedside so you don't miss your plans. sure, you're focusd on getting off, but you're even more focused on getting him where he wants to be.

for a man that does so much for you, you feel pretty damn accomplished to say you made him cum, then turn over and knock right back out like nothing happened.

only, this time he's not worried about the sun. he turns to his side, pushing all the blankets from his overheated skin, and snores himself right back to sleep like nothing happened.

safe to say, geto slept like a baby after you left.

your idea of a lullaby is your heated, stifled moans as you dip your head, overcome with the feeling of him buried so deep that you can feel it in your tummy.

the moment is as intimate as they come — his hands on your bare hips, your dress bunched around your waist and panties soiled and simply pushed to the side. geto's face is flush down to the collarbones, shirtless chest rising and falling rapidly as he does his best to keep his composure and not tap out too soon.

you're right... he's toast. your warm, trembling cunt feels like home — clamping down on him every time he pushes his hips just a bit deeper. the warmth reminds him of being safe on his mother's bosom, though he'd never admit it.

the way you're whispering lulls him into an almost dream-like state of being, making his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side. "that's it, good boy," you whisper, running two open palms over his chest, pulling him back down.

"i-if you squ—eeze like that... mmgh..." he mumbles, fingers creating fists in the skin of your hips. he wants to just hold you there and fuck you, but doesn't have the energy. all this tension makes him feel like a taut rubber band, ready to snap with just one whisper from your lips.

"like this?" you gasp, lifting your hips just a bit, then clenching down on his thick cock like you want him out. under you, geto swallows down a deep groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tosses his head to the other side. he's holding his breath, afraid that if he lets go, he'll succumb to your ways, cum, and fall right back to sleep like you promised.

"or, like this?" you bite down on your bottom lip, smirking down at him as you raise your hips all the way, then drop back down with a sharp inhale.

"yes! oh, yes..." he moans, showing his teeth as his knees shiver, balls tightening under you as he almost... just, almost cums on the spot. "fuck— don't do that."

so, you do... just that.

it takes less than five minutes — you're counting each thrust in your head, blinking over at the clock at his bedside so you don't miss your plans. sure, you're focusd on getting off, but you're even more focused on getting him where he wants to be.

for a man that does so much for you, you feel pretty damn accomplished to say you made him cum, then turn over and knock right back out like nothing happened.

only, this time he's not worried about the sun. he turns to his side, pushing all the blankets from his overheated skin, and snores himself right back to sleep like nothing happened.

safe to say, geto slept like a baby after you left.

kento n: “satoru, why am i being sent a bloody tooth during my meeting??? satoru g: “it’s mango’s; she lost it today, send money. and a card.”  kento n: ???  kento n: *kento nanami has sent a payment of 50 dollars.* kento n: for your lobotomy. have your wife email me the results.

satoru g: [attachment]   satoru g: mango lost her first tooth; be a good godfather and send some bands her way. sugu g: i don’t see a ‘please suguru’ in that sentence, so you can’t be talking to me.  sugu g: also, bands?? lmfaoo. leave yuji’s slang to him please, thanks.

beyond pestering his friends to death, he took hundreds of pictures, frame by frame, capturing the moment you pulled his tooth out using the floss doornob method, the last one including you glaring at him while your daughter gasped. 

“anyways,” satoru cleared his throat, broad shoulders rolling. “i'm the tooth fairy, obviously.” he gestured to himself, the entire ridiculous get-up.

“now shut up and record,” he stuffed the camera into your hands, pausing at the scowl you gave. “hah…i mean, please, my beautiful, loving wife??” satoru gave your nose a quick kiss for good measure before scurrying off to your daughter's bedroom.

her room was like a fairytale of her own. the bedside night light cast stars onto the ceiling, pink striped walls and fuzzy carpets, not to mention the mountain of stuffed animals satoru wouldn’t stop buying for her each time she picked one up. he could never say no to her. 

you quietly snorted, recording as he tippy-toed into the room, nearly busting his ass and shooting you a warning glance. 

mango was sound asleep in her princess bed, completely unaware of her father's tomfoolery. once he was in range, he lifted her pillow just enough, slipping a tooth fairy certificate he had you make at 3 am in place of the tooth, sixty dollars (which she didn’t need), and finishing everything off by dusting glitter everywhere.

“toru–!” 

“shhh!!!” 

you immediately stilled, camera still rolling. after dusting himself off, he leaned down, kissing her cheek. “so proud of you, big girl,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her warm skin before pulling back. 

and for a while he just watched her sleep; she let out a sleepy sigh, leaning into her father's palm as he brushed her hair. satoru’s heart ached thinking of how big she was getting so fast, no longer the blabbering big-mouthed mango he planned pranks and secret missions on you with. growing up faster than either of you liked.

“baby, are you…crying??” you whispered, lowering the camera slowly and taking a step closer. 

“what?” he avoided your gaze purposely, managing a quiet laugh. “no, i’m not crying.”

“really, i thought i saw a tear–”

“it was the glitter; it got in my eye.”

that lie wasn’t convincing to either of you. 

you set the camera down, arms wrapping around him from behind, and resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“hey.”

“hey...”

“you’re crying.”

a beat of silence passed. “yeah.”

your hands squeeze him briefly, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. “she’s growing up; it was bound to happen, toru.” 

“i know,” he sighed, still brushing her hair, eyes never leaving her perfect little face. still a baby face, still some sliver of his baby there. “i just didn’t believe them when they said it happens so fast…”

“do you think she’ll forget these moments…?” 

“no,” you murmured after a moment, fingers soothing a path up his ribs. “she can’t forget with a dad like you, toru.” 

he finally turned to you, his eyes glossed, but there was a faint smile of fondness there. “think she’d appreciate all this? know how much i love her, not just think i was some annoying dad?” 

“yes.” you smiled back, pressing your foreheads together with a shared breath. one of parenthood, of late nights with endless crying and sleep deprivation, switching off between feedings and naps, potty-training disasters, and chasing after her bubbly form for bath time. 

“we can’t keep her a baby forever, but we can continue loving her and making her childhood the best,” you reached out, fixing her blanket before guiding him out of the room. once the door shut softly behind you, he immediately pulled you into his chest. a shaky breath came out. 

“i love you. and i’m glad to share this with you.” 

you almost felt your own tears threaten to spill over, hugging him back tightly. 

“i love you more, toru.”

“baby?”

“hmm?” 

“can i ask you something?”

“anything.”

“let’s make another.”

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As the coffee machine spurted out the last bit of your espresso, you heard heavy shuffling down the hall. You got your coffee and inhaled the delicious aroma. It felt as if it had already pulled the sleep right out of you. You took a sip and looked over the rim of your cup when you saw him. Your husband. His raven black hair was flying everywhere around his head, disheveled from tossing and turning in his sleep.

The gray sweats hung low on his hips, showing his defined v-line and abdomen. Of course he slept shirtless - he said it was because he “gets too hot during the night” but you know how much he likes your light touches across his chest as you lay in bed talking as you are about to fall asleep, even though he would never admit it.

“Good morning, love! Howd’ya sleep? Good? What do you want for breakfast? Coffee? It just finished brewing!” You said as a wide smile flashed across your features.

“Mmhh” was the only response Toji could muster, still half asleep while standing. You took a few steps across the kitchen to get to him, coffee cup still in hand. You stood on his feet, rubbing his hair back so you can see his mesmerizing emerald eyes. His hands flew to your waist, steadying you so you can balance on his feet. His skin still smelled of your sheets and it felt so warm.

“Honey, you still haven’t told me what you want for breakfast. I was thinking maybe eggs, some sausages, tomatoes maybe, hmm I’ll have to check the fridge for ingredients. Gumi would probably want pancakes though so I don’t know whether to just make them or..” Your rant got cut off by a warm squeeze to your waist. You looked up and saw his emerald eyes looking down at you, still full of sleep.

“Mmhh, how are you this chirpy in the morning, dove? I can barely hold my eyes open.” A low grumble came from his chest, his voice a couple of octaves deeper. He took the coffee cup out of your hand and put it on the counter so you don’t spill it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him, but he wouldn’t budge. You stood on your tippy toes and still couldn’t quite reach his lips.

“Little help here big guy, cooperate.” You grunted as he looked at you with amusement.

“But you are so cute when you struggle like that. Indulge me.” He said, grinning. As you were about to give up, he suddenly lifted you up so you could reach his lips. He kissed you with a newfound passion. Your talk at the theme park made you connect on a different level, so your mornings were filled with so many kisses and touches it was as if you just started dating. You fell in love with him all over again and the same could be said for him. He looked at you with such adoration it was borderline insane.

“A coffee would be nice, love, thanks” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. You poured coffee into his “best dad” mug that Megumi got him on one of his field trips. After a few sips his eyes started to open and it looked as if he had just gained consciousness. As you talked about your plans for the day, a tiny yawn broke through the conversation.

“Good mornin’..” Megumi said, still dressed in his blue dinosaur pajamas , holding his dog plushie Toji won for him. His little feet dragged across the hardwood floor and he climbed up in your lap.

“Mama, whats for brekfas, Im sooooo hungry.” Megumi mumbled while rubbing his eyes.

“Well what do you want honey?”

“PANCAKES!!” Megumi yelled throwing his arms up in the air.

Toji snickered at his reaction.

“Megs you can’t eat pancakes all the time, c’mon man choose something else. Besides there ain’t nearly enough protein in just pancakes alone, how are you gonna build muscles like daddy?” Toji asked as he placed his chin on his fist to gauge at Megumi’s reaction.

“But I already have muscles like daddy look!” He squealed as he flexed both of his little arms. Tiny biceps popped up as Megumi grinned. Seeing that, Toji flexes his own arms, biceps bulging from the squeeze.

“HEY NO FAIR DADDY IS OLDER!!” Megumi scrunched his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

“Okay, okay, both of you are very strong boys, but mama needs to make some breakfast so if you’ll excuse me..” You said as you stood up and opened the fridge. And what welcomed you was the white light, ketchup, 1 egg and a wilted lettuce. When did it get this bad? It felt as if you just went to the store yesterday.

“TOJI WHERE ARE THE EGGS? AND ALL THE MEAT?”

“Well baby, this body” he said as he pointed towards his chest and abs that were on full display, “needs fuel. So I might have eaten it all.. Sorry..” He said as he scratched the back of his head. You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Well I guess the first thing on our agenda for the day is the farmer’s market.”

“YAAAY SHOPPING!!”

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All three of you arrived promptly at the farmer’s market. Grocery shopping was one of your favourite activities. You found it so therapeutic, strolling around looking at all the produce, talking with the vendors it was all so fun.

The same couldn’t be said for Toji. He HATED the crowds, not because he was an introvert but because of his sheer size. He would constantly bump into people, apologise to them and follow you around like a lost puppy because he could never remember where things were. It was a disaster.

But he also never complained. He understood how hard it was to feed a grown man with the appetite of a wild animal and a growing toddler. The only thing he loved about it was the fact that he could help you carry the bags. He would not allow you to lift a finger. All you had to carry were the flowers he paid for, obviously. He would stand there hands and shoulders full of bags, while you picked a new bouquet for the week. It was your little ritual.

“Alright you guys, we need to stock our fridge because SOMEONE raided it, so I need all hands on deck. Got it?” You said as you turned around to face your husband and son, shopping list in hand and a face full of determination.

“Yes ma’m!” Both of them said at the same time.

“Alright, let's start with the fruits and veg.” You turned around and started walking. Toji put Megumi on his shoulders and started following you, holding a couple of totes for all of the shopping you were about to do.

You stood in front of the vendor making small talk and picking up apples when Toji stepped aside and lifted his head to look at Megumi.

“Look Megs, now I will teach you one of the most important qualities as a man. We need to help mama pick some apples.” He said as he put Megumi down. “Just watch.”

Toji slid nonchalantly to your side and looked at the apples. They all looked the same to him, but he picked up one he thought you would like and handed it to you for inspection. You took the apple without looking at him and tossed and turned it in your hand. You placed it in the bag.

Score.

He gave you the next one, feeling a bit more confident. You did the same with the next one, but it didn’t make the cut. One more. Just one more. He looked hard and gave you the best one he found. His heart thumped in anticipation as you inspected it. You put it in the bag. His fist flew in the air, victorious.

“And THAT Megs, is how you pick apples!” He said with a smug grin on his face.

“What?” You asked as you paid and turned around.

“Nothin’ Im just talking with Megs, don't worry your pretty head, just shop.” He said putting Megumi on his shoulders again.

“That was so cool papa, teach me.”

“Those are years of experience, son, that can’t be taught.” Toji said while he closed his eyes, wanting to sound wise.

After fruit and veg the next thing on the list were the eggs. This was a very hard task indeed. Toji was insatiable when it came to eggs. He could go through a dozen in two days. They were his main sustenance apart from meat and some veg. As you came up to the little lady who sold you eggs way before you and Toji even met.

“Hello Y/N how are you sweetheart?”

“I’m very well, how are you?”

“Well, same old same old, ah and who are you young gentleman?" The woman crouched down to Megumi’s height.

“My name is Megumi, grandma, nice to meet you!” Megumi said as Toji ruffled his hair. Megumi’s cheeks coloured crimson.

“Papa don’t.. embarrass me!” Megumi huffed

“Okay little man take it easy.” Toji said, laughing.

“It’s very nice to meet you Megumi. My name is Martha. The usual amount, dear?” The old lady said, smiling at Megumi.

“I’ll take two dozen more than the usual amount, these two eat them like crazy.” You snickered.

“Alright then one moment please.” The lady went to the back to grab some more eggs.

“Mama I’m hungry, how much longerrrrrr..” Megumi whined.

“Not much baby, be patient.”

The old lady came back with your typical order of eggs and you paid. As you were putting the eggs in the bags the old lady called megumi over.

“Can I show you a magic trick my dear?”

“YES!”

The old lady put her hand behind her back and after she opened it in front of Megumi a candy appeared.

“For you dear.” She said with a grin that lifted her wrinkled features.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT GRANDMA?” Megumi asked, totally shocked. His eyes were like dark blue orbs trying to understand how did the old lady pull off that trick.

“Magic.” She said winking.

“Megs, come on we gotta go!” Toji yelled, ushering Megumi to go.

“Th-thank you grandma, byee!”

After buying the rest of your list you were getting ready to leave. You were going over the list once again and the thought came to you at the speed of light.

“Toji, honey.. we forgot the chillies.. for lunch tomorrow..” You hit yourself on the forehead.

“Don’t worry dove, let's go.” He said and led the way. His broad frame was covered with tote bags galore as carried the bulk of today’s shopping. The veins in his forearms bulging from the weight but he never made a sound. Sometimes you admired the sheer strength of this man.

You arrived to the booth where a bigger gentleman with a thick mustache welcomed you.

“What a lovely family, hello welcome, I have the spiciest chilies in town! Would the beautiful young lady like to try?”

Toji furrowed his dark brows.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Toji said as he puffed his chest out. If you knew one thing that was the fact that your husband HATED spicy food, he could not stand it, you on the other hand enjoyed it quite a bit.

“Of course young man, here you go!” The man took a chilli pepper out of the pile and gave it to Toji.

“Mama, is papa gonna eat that?” Megumi asked, puzzled.

“I think so sweetie.” You said as you looked at Toji equally perplexed as you looked at your husband. Toji took the pepper in his hand and bit off a good chunk. Your eyebrows flew up in shock. He crunched the pepper with all his might and quickly swallowed it. You could see the visible redness creeping up his neck and face but he remained creepishly calm.

“You call this spicy old man? Did you give me a bell pepper? What is this?” Toji asked, pointing at the chilli.

“What?! Don’t ruin my business youngster, let me see, it is impossible!” The man flew into a rage and bit off even more of the pepper. His face turned neon red and he started jumping around looking for water.

“YOU TRICKED ME YOUNG MAN! TRICKED ME WITH MY OWN CHILLIES!” The man yelped as he guzzled down water like a mad man.

“Im joking man, give us a couple they are insanely spicy.” Toji said while coughing. His eyes watered like crazy as he paid.

“Easy there big guy lets get you some water. Why did you do that? You hate spicy food.” You asked him as he guzzled down water.

“The bastard was too cocky” He said, taking a breath and winking at you, still guzzling up water. .

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You arrived home and jumped straight into cooking mode as your two helpers prepared the batter for the pancakes.

“I WANT CHOCOLATE CHIPS MAMA PLEEEEEASE!! Megumi yelled.

“I want blueberries little man you need to back off.” Toji said in all seriousness “Besides, my wife loves me more and she will make me blueberry pancakes, right honey?”

“MAMA PAPA’S BULLYING MEE!!!!” Megumi wailed.

“Toji.. stop it he’s a kid.”

“He’s a kid and I want my blueberry pancakes.” Toji deadpaned.

“Oh my God.. here!” You said as you took out two bowls and divided the batter. You put chocolate chips in one and blueberries in the other.

“There, happy?” You asked smiling at their silliness.

“YES!” They both exclaimed. They kissed both of your cheeks at the same time while you went back to baking the pancakes, filling the air with the delicious aroma of Saturday breakfast.

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Despite this, the aura around him still felt cautious. It was as if he was driving the most precious treasure he’d ever found. He was just mesmerising to watch. All of his movements flowed like water and there was not a single moment of hesitation in his actions. You could see his calm breath rising and lowering his chest that was squished by the strap of the seatbelt.

“You see something you like, ma?”

He said in a husky voice, not once taking his eyes of the road. His observation skills were sometimes borderline creepy.

“I’m just watching one incredibly handsome guy drive, nothing to worry about dear!” You chirped as your cheeks flushed red at the realisation you’ve been caught staring at your husband.

You turned your head to face the window. The buildings were rapidly changing colours. As you looked out the window you nestled into the seat, the light hum of the engine and the fresh air mixed with your husband’s cologne was making you insanely sleepy. You closed your eyes, humming with relaxation..

“ARE WE THERE YET?!”

A yell made you jump from your sleepy state. Toji snickered and bit his cheek, trying not to laugh at your jump.There was another person in the car - albeit a little person. Your son,Megumi, was vibrating with excitement. His spiky black hair looked even more spiky, probably due to his energy being at an all time high. His eyes glimmered with the familiar sparkle of childish elation. He was sitting in his carseat in the back, looking out the windows.

“No Megs, not yet little man, I’ll tell you when we’re close.” Toji said while looking in the rearview mirror.

“Well how long until we are there papa? We’ve been drivin foreeeeeeeever..” Megumi whined. You turned around in your seat so you could face Megumi.

“We have about 20 minutes baby. Let’s play a game to pass the time. What do you wanna play?”

“I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE!!” Megumi yelled.

“Ok then, I spy with my little eye it is. You go first sweetheart.” You say, playfully tickling Megumi’s leg.

“I spyy with my little eyeee… somfin black.” Megumi giggled into his hands.

“Something black you say.. Hmmm.. Is it the car in front of us?”

“Noo hihihihi, you will never guess mama, better give up now!”

Toji snickered. His trash-talking lesions were paying off. All of this was just really amusing to him, even though he almost never participated in these car games. He always had the excuse that he was driving and wouldn’t be able to concentrate.

“Is it… that building over there?” You guessed, pointing at the large skyscraper that stood a couple of feet away from the car as you waited for the light to turn green. Toji’s fingers were drumming on the steering wheel while looking absentmindedly out the window trying to find something black that Megumi saw.

It was his own little game - how fast he could find the thing Megumi saw before you did. He would always say your observation skill weren’t the sharpest.

“Noo mama it’s not, try again, hihi!” Megumi was giggling more and more now. He also found this too amusing. None of the things in your surroundings were black. Apart from the seats and the dashboard.

“Is it the seats dear?” You asked, already a bit flustered that a five-year-old kid is beating you at an observation game.

“Noo, try again!” Toji started driving again as the light turned green. Now even he was stumped. There was nothing black in sight, appart from the car’s interior which wasn’t it. All the other colours were there, the only missing one was black. He couldn’t risk showing his interest in this particular game but his emerald eyes darted furiously trying to find that something black.

“I give up baby, what is it?” You sighed with defeat. Toji was also really invested now, looking at Megumi through the rearview mirror.

“What is it Megs? Even Im interested to know.”

“IT’S PAPA’S HAIR!” Megumi screached with excitement and flew into a hysterical giggle. You looked up at your husband’s hair, the raven locks covering his eyebrows, and both of you started laughing hysterically, partially at how innocent the answer was and partially because the answer was right under your nose - or perhaps above it.

The car came to a halt. Toji parked it and killed the engine. He turned around now to face Megumi.

“Listen Megs, we’re here.” Megumi frantically turned from one window to another looking around with mouth agape.

“Hey, little man, eyes on me.”Toji pointed with his index and middle finger to his emerald eyes. “When we step outside now, no running off under ANY circumstances. You are to stay next to mama and I all the time, understood? ” Toji said with a degree of sternness in his voice. By his tone alone, you and also Megumi realised he wasn’t kidding.

“Understood, Papa, no runnin off !” He said while dangling and kicking his feet from his carseat, eager to just get outside.

“We can go to every ride you want, appart from the big rolercosters, those are for big children.”

“BUT I AM A BIG KID!” Megumi yelled, pouting and crossing his arms across his tiny chest.

“Megumi, honey, listen to dad, okay.” You said as you unbuckled your seat belt.

As you went to open your door, it already flew open. Toji was standing in front of you holding the door with one hand while his other hand was held out to help you get out of the car. You blushed, taking his hand while his scared lip flickered up into a smile. As you got out of the car, Toji yanked you forward, making you stumble into his hard chest. One arm sneaked around your waist while the other grabbed your chin, thumb resting on your lower lip.

“Hello, beautiful..” His voice was velvet against your ear. “This ride was excruciating to say the least mama, you were eye-fucking me the whole time in there.” He whispered in your ear. You felt his hot, mint breath fan over your ear and face.

“I was not!” You said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah right…” Toji snickered, while pulling you in a deep kiss. Your breath hitched as his tongue found yours.

As you kissed, both of you quickly realised that you had a tiny little gremlin in the backseat waiting to be released. Toji opened Megumi’s door and unbuckled him. As soon as Megumi heard the click of the unbuckled seatbelt, he slithered out of the carseat and got out of the car. He stood next to you offering his little hand which you took and together with Toji you headed for the incredibly brightly lit Theme Park.

Inside, you felt like you stepped inside of a different world. The bright, colourful lights bounced off of every surface imaginable, the screams of people and children riding the rolercosters echoed through the air. Conversations and giggles while waiting around in line for food or rides was deafening. There were food stands galore and their aroma was swirling through the air, which was the thing Toji was excited about the most. Megumi’s eyes looked like giant orbs, trying to take everything in. You could see the lights reflecting off his big doll-like eyes as he was frantically looking around. Toji looked at him and laughed, ruffling his hair and squating down so he could say sometining to Megumi.

“Where do you want to go little man, you lead the way.” Toji winked. Megumi stood there, amazed. He pointed at the bumper cars almost immediately.

“I wanna go there, Yuji said it’s super fun, he told me he went with his dad!”

“Alright then, bumper cars it is.” Toji said while Megumi ran off without him.

“Hey! Megumi stop” Toji yelled as he ran towards your son, being caught off guard by his son’s speed. You giggled and went to the bumper car arena.

“I’ll sit this one out guys.” You said while taking a seat at the benches next to the arena.

“Whyyy mama I want you heree!”

“Well baby, papa is a way better driver than I am, besides, there are only two seats in the cart so we wouldn’t fit.” You said to Megumi while Toji went to buy the coins.

When he returned he and Megumi went to one of the cars and sat down buckling in for protection. You pulled out your phone to record when you heard the buzzer signaling the beginning of the ride.

“Be careful!” You yelled as you saw Toji going pedal to the metal in that little car. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face when he turned to Megumi.

“Wanna show them who’s the boss Megs? ”

“YEAHHHH PAPA LETS GOOOO!!” Megumi screamed at the top of his lungs as Toji went beserk on the little arena. You knew he liked driving fast, but this was no place for that. But regardless of that Toji went flying around the arena bumping every single car in sight. He was laughing with Megumi and every single hit threathened to spill the giant man ouut of the small car. As the ride ended they both stepped out of the car and ran up to you.

“MAMA DID YOU SEE THAT? WE WERE FLYING!!” Megumi said radiating with energy.

“I did baby, your dad really went off huh?” You said eyeing Toji with a cautious look.

“Oh come on babe, it was just a bit of harmless fun don’t worry your pretty little head, we’re fine.” He said, teasing you.

Since everyone was hungry you went to eat at one of the stalls. The aroma of fried carnival foods was mouthwatering, and after eating everything you wanted, the three of you walked around to “burn some of the calories off”. While you were walking Megumi spotted a stand with various stuffed toys and he decided in that moment that he needed one immediately. Toji looked at him and knew what he had to do. The vendor handed him the water gun to try and knock over 5 targets for a prize. After much struggle, since these kind of games were always rigged, Toji won Megumi a black and white puppy with a wierd red mark on his forehead.

Megumi jumped up and down when he got his toy and as Toji looked down at you he saw you eyeing a pretty little black bear from the same booth. The glint in your eyes made his heart flutter. A smile sneaked up his lips and he felt all fuzzy and warm inside. Seeing you look at Megumi’s toy while petting his spiky hair and smiling made it worth all the money and frustration. He needed to win that bear.

“Another round.” He said, sliding the money towards the vendor.

“Ohh this one is for the missus, I see, well good luck my friend!” The vendor mocked.

Toji aimed at the targets and with scary precision he won the first round. The vendor’s mouth opened in shock.

“Well congratulations, my friend. This is a first. Which one do you want?”

“The black bear there.” Toji said pointing up at the prize. When he gave it to you, you looked at it a while and then placed it besides his head.

“He kinda looks like you, you know! I’m gonna name him Ji.”

“Yeah papa he does kinda look like you!!” Megumi giggled.

“You little..” Toji said while pulling both Megumi and you in a giant bear hug.

The night was nice and cool and after being exhausted from running around the whole day, you decided that the last ride of the thay was the Ferris wheel. It was calm and you really enjoyed the view of the city. As all three of you sat down in the little pod, the ride begun and you started climbing up. You looked out the window in awe. The city skyline was beautiful. You thought of all the people down there and inside the buildings, how small they were.

As you turned to ask Toji to take a photo, you realised his face was but an inch from yours. His big emerald eyes burning into yours. The intensity of his gaze made you blush and look down. His index finger found your chin and he slowly lifted it up so you had no choice but to look at him.

“You know,” he whispered, “These kinda days make me realise something.”

“What?” You whispered, barely audible. The only thing you could hear was the thumping of your heart in your ears.

“They make me realise that its all worth it. Every sigh, every hard day at work when Shiu is busting my balls, every late night. It’s all worth it. You and Megs make it all worth while. I never would have thought that I would like going to theme parks and playing rigged games to win a stupid plushie. But I would play every single goddamn game at this theme park just to see you and this little man smile like that. You both are my world and I would go to the ends of this Earth for both of you, don’t you ever forget that. I love you Y/N..”

He said with a smile on his lips while nudging his nose against yours. The tears welled up in you eyes instantaneously.

“Toji..” was all you could say before he placed his lips against yours. As he kissed you, you felt a shuffle in between you. You looked down and saw Megumi curled up in a little ball, his breath even as he slept, totally and utterly spent from the whole day of fun.

Toji and you snickered quietly as you placed a kiss on top of Megumi’s head. Toji placed his arm around you and your head found itself on his shoulders, gazing into the night sky.

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The car ride home was quiet. The low hum of the engine lulled Megumi into sleep even more as his head drooped in his seat. You looked out the window as Toji’s hand sneaked up and rested itself on your thigh. Yo looked at him, and he shot you that amused smirk you love, but still, his eyes went back to the road. The neighbourhood started getting familiar and before you knew you were in front of your building. Toji killed the engine and once again helped you get out of the car. He went to Megumi’s side and opened the door, slowly unbuckled him and got him in his arms.

It was really strange seeing a man as big as Toji being so gentle. He brought Megumi upstairs to your apartment and unlocked it. Heeling his shoes off he went straight for the couch with Megumi still in his arms. As you went to the kitchen to brew a cup of tea, you saw him sprawl out on the couch like he owned it.

“Which one do you want dear?” You asked. No answer.

“Dear..? Toji?” You asked again, and as you turned around to look at the couch you saw both your husband and son dead asleep on the couch. You snickered quietly, and as you approached them, you brushed Megumi’s hair out of his forehead, placing a kiss. You did the same to Toji.

“I love you guys..” You said as you squeezed yourself into Toji’s arms drifting off to sweet sleep.

CHOSO

he watches as you sit up in his bed, tossing your legs over to the side and stretching out your arms. he admired the soft expanse of your back, the way it transitioned perfectly to your ass. he turns over to his side, enjoying the view for a moment. this enjoyment did not last long when he watches you stand and walk right over to where your clothes were lying on the floor.

"don't you want to get cleaned up?"

his voice snaps you out of your trance, not expecting him to even say anything before you could get a foot out the door. you turn around to face him, clothes in your hands.

"oh- um, i'm okay. i can clean up when i get home."

"you're going home?"

his voice was soft, but there was a notable pout on his lips at the thought of you leaving him already. he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his hips. your eyes betray you and roam over the expanse of his bare skin, the sight of his toned body making you rethink whether or not you actually want to leave. he holds out one hand to you. you hesitate but drop your clothes back on the floor and rejoin him in his bed.

he instantly pulls you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to your hairline. he knew that you'd both mentioned the night before that this would only happen once. but, deep down he was hoping that the exact opposite would happen. he wanted to see you and hold you like this again, so he made sure you knew that.

"stay and i'll order us food, okay? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight."

how could you say no to that face, a soft pout that would probably give you the worst ick if it came from anyone else. you nod and let yourself melt into his embrace, soaking up the moment in hopes of there being another in the near future.

NANAMI

he could immediately sense that something was off when he rolled off of you and tried to lay beside you. you sat up almost immediately, holding the sheets over your chest. you'd hardly caught your breath before you start to get out of the bed and reach for your clothes.

"something the matter, sweetheart?"

he uses a gentle tone, hoping that it'll get you to pause and reconsider leaving him so soon.

"oh- no. i just figured we were done."

he quickly noticed the way you refused to meet his gaze as you spoke. the uncertainty and hint of shame was starting to roll off of you in waves. he sits up, reaching for your arm. you freeze at the warm touch, clearly not used to feeling this wanted after a sexual encounter.

"mind staying here with me instead?"

he tries not to make it a big deal, in an effort to not scare you off. his thumb gently rubs over the soft skin on your bicep. you nod slowly, letting yourself be pulled back into bed. you couldn't bite back the soft smile appearing on your face as nanami holds you close, like you'd actually disintegrate if he let go.

HIGURUMA

it wasn't often that he brought someone home. he tried to make the most of this rare occurrence, hoping that you'd be willing to stay and keep him company. the disappointment settles in quickly when he watches you sit up right after finishing, hardly even letting him hold you afterwards. the furrow in his brow is evident as he rests back on his hands, watching you silently.

you try to sneak a peek at him over your shoulder, sensing that you were being stared at. you flinch slightly when you're already met with his intense gaze.

"sorry... just don't want to hang around longer than necessary."

you mutter nervously, trying to flip your clothes from being inside out. he clears his throat, making you pause.

"what counts as necessary?"

you didn't have an answer for that, unsure of what to do with your hands now.

"come back... please."

you'd never heard him speak so gently before. you turn around, taking in the genuine expression and want in his eyes. you felt your cheeks heat as you drop your clothes and make your way back over to him. he lifts the covers, making room for you in his open arms. you crawl back into bed with him, instantly relaxing when you feel his warm embrace around you.

GOJO

having been through his fair share of hookups and fwb situations, gojo was used to people wanting to leave, but also wanting to stay the night. by the time he was finished, he usually had a decent understanding of what his partner at the time was going to choose. when it came to you, he thought... or perhaps, really hoped, that you would want to stay the night. his expression fell when you subtly removed yourself from his arms after finishing.

"you know, cutie... it's usually seen as a sign of respect to leave a man with at least a kiss before you go home."

you freeze, unsure of how to react to his undoubtedly cheesy attempt to get you to stay. you awkwardly turn around to face him, earning yourself a chuckle from the white-haired man. he gently snakes an arm around your waist and yanks you back toward him.

"nice try, pretty girl. i know you don't really want to leave me."

you don't even try to deny his cocky ass attitude. because he was right, almost as if he could read your mind. ever the show-off, he peppers your face in kisses, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. his heart leapt in his chest hearing and seeing the genuine amusement in your expression. he really was the perfect guy (just ask him, he'll tell you).

GETO

one night stands really weren't geto's thing. when he met you during an outing with his bestie, gojo, he didn't expect to take you home that night and be intimate. he wasn't used to anything like this. sure, he'd had sex plenty of times, but none where he'd actually been interested and doing anything else with the person. yet, for some reason, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest as he watched you climb out of his bed and attempt to get dressed.

"i had a nice time."

"me too..."

"when can i see you again?"

the question makes you pause, not realizing that he even wanted to see you again after tonight.

"i don't know if that's a good idea."

you reply, letting out a quiet sigh.

you blink and he's standing behind you, running a hand over your hair in a tender gesture. he wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you back into the bed. he was sure that no words from his mouth would be as convincing as his actions. he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

SUKUNA

he lets out an unamued grunt when he feels the bed get lighter beside him. he opens one eye, watching you pick up your clothes from the floor. once he realized what you were trying to do, he sat up straight.

"where the hell are you going, woman?"

you jump at the sound of his stern voice, not expecting him to notice that you had even gotten out of bed.

"i'm going home, i have work in the morning."

"my car works fine, get your ass back in this bed."

his tone wasn't harsh this time, almost sounding pleading. you turn around to look at him, confused at his shift in attitude. but his heavy glare doesn't leave room for argument, so you let your clothes fall back to the floor. as soon as your within arm's reach, he's dragging you back against him under the covers.

"try that again and i'll tie you to this damn bed."

TOJI

he wasn't interested in spending time with anyone once he'd had his fill of whoever he'd have sex with. he'd yet to meet a single person that interested him enough to warrant spending the night with them. even as he watches you get out of his bed, he doesn't say anything. his eyes don't leave your form as you pick up your clothes off the floor. but when he sees your legs wobble ever so slightly as you try to put your pants back on, something in his mind switches.

"just leave them off... i'm not gonna pick your ass up if you fall over."

you almost come up with a snarky retort, but it dies on your tongue when a pair of black boxers and a way-too-large t-shirt is tossed at your head. you nearly drop them, turning around to look at him.

"put them on before i change my mind."

you nodded and slipped into the boxers and oversized shirt. toji felt something protective flare in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. he now knew that he wasn't letting you go anywhere but to bed with him tonight. he sits down on the edge of the bed, beckoning you forward with his thick ass fingers (damn...). you can't resist the hungry but affectionate look in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself not to look away. “Then why did you do it?”

“M’stupid, that's why.”

“I know that, but that's not an answer.”

His head dropped forward until his forehead rested against yours. “The guys got to my head,” he admitted quietly. “They said I’m wasting my ‘potential’ and could pull that hot girl Shoko hangs out with.” He took a gasping breath, face contorting into one of disgust, “but she isn't hot, she's just not a nerd like you. But that makes you hot.”

You had to bite back a laugh, forcing a serious expression as he continued. “They said you're clingy, too serious but I loved that about you. You're perfect for my stupid self.”

“It really hurt me, what you did.” Your voice felt small, as if your throat was tightening.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Tears blurred your vision before you could stop them. “You don't know how it felt,” you choked out. “Like I was some hobby, or some prop you kept around.” Gojo’s mouth twisted into a deeper frown, “Don't say that —”

“It’s true.”

“No it's not.” His voice came out desperate this time, yet somehow firm.

He cupped your face carefully, like he thought you might break apart in his hands. “You meant everything,” he said shakily. “That was the problem, I let them convince me that being utterly whipped for you was a bad thing.”

You stared at him through your tears, and a soft sniffle filled the silence.

“A-and I tried to ignore them, o-or tell them that I didn't care about you like that, but I do.” He gave a soft laugh, words sloshing around his mouth as he slipped further into his drunk haze.

Another tear slipped down your cheek, and he caught it with his thumb, swiping it away. “I wanted to answer your texts, to see you in the library at lunch — hell I wanted to come over,” he whispered, “I knew I fucked up.”

He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I got hammered just to tell you this, y’know? I hate drinking but you're worth it.”

His eyes searched yours desperately. “Kept thinking about your laugh and your stupid jokes you make and the way you steal my clothes—”

A choked laugh escaped you despite yourself and Satoru’s expression softened at the sound. “There she is,” he murmured.

You shook your head, crying harder now. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah…but I’m your asshole…?” He looked down at you hopefully, “Ew, don't make it weird.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

A tiny smile tugged weakly at his mouth. He swayed dangerously, alcohol still humming in his veins, “Let's get you to bed, Satoru.” You caught the mischievous glint in his eyes, “Don’t be a freak, I mean to sleep.” You watched his face fall then brighten up once more, “Can we sleep together —” He straightened when he saw your stern gaze, “— not like that.”

You guided him to your bedroom, he kicked his shoes off messily near the door and practically collapsed into your bed with a dramatic groan that almost made you laugh again.

“God,” he muttered. “The room is spinning.” You rolled your eyes, tossing over some of his clothes that you had stole forgot to return. “Hey, keep your eyes to yourself.” He muttered as he not-so-gracefully shimmied out of his jeans.

You climbed into bed beside him, the second you did, Gojo opened his arms. You hesitantly curled up next to him, the feeling oddly familiar.

“M’sorry,” he whispered into your hair, his eyes fluttering shut and sleep began to take him.

“I know.”

He pressed a wet kiss to your forehead, finally succumbing to the after-effects of the alcohol.

He's going to be in for it tomorrow when you ‘ran out’ of painkillers for his hangover.

a/n: thank you @ingydingyy for the request I hope I did your idea justice <3

you’re mid-chew, texting, when you feel satoru materialize behind you. that and the rustling of his plastic bags give him away . his chin hooks over your shoulder, breath warm against your ear.

“gum?”

you nod, not looking up. “yeah. want a piece?”

“mm.” his voice drops. “already have one.”

before you can ask what that means, satoru’s hand cups your jaw—gentle and firm—and turns your face toward him. he doesn’t ask. he doesn’t warn. he just leans in.

he kisses you slow and deliberate. you reciprocate after a moment, a motion mostly on instinct, which ends up giving him the right access. his tongue slides past your lips, not to deepen it, but to sweep.

satoru coaxes the gum from your mouth with an infuriatingly skilled curl of his tongue, pulling it into his own mouth with a soft, wet sound that has no right to make your stomach feel that way.

he pulls back and chews, his dimples showing as an unapologetic grin spreads across his face.

“mint,” he hums, like he’s tasting a fine wine. “good choice.”

you’re frozen, face burning and brain short-circuiting.

he plucks the slick gum from his own mouth and presses it back to your lips with two fingers. “open.”

you do. pathetically.

satoru pushes it past your teeth, taps your chin to close your mouth, and pats your cheek like you’re a good pet.

“now we match,” he says sweetly. “shared flavor. shared spit. shared everything.”

then he turns, waves at the cashier, and strolls out of the store front like he didn’t just ruin you in public.

ii. later during dinner, you both are eating something disgustingly sticky together—honey-glazed chicken wings and melted s'mores, because satoru having zero self-control around sugar is nothing new.

your hands are messy. his hands are a crime scene.

you see him eyeing your hoodie. that soft, oversized, perfect fit that you love more than life itself.

“don’t.”

satoru freezes, hand hovering. eyes wide and innocent.

“don’t what?”

“don’t wipe those fingers on me, satoru. i swear to god—”

satoru gasps, offended. “i'd never.”

you stare. satoru holds your gaze. too long. then, with the exaggerated deliberation of a man performing a magic trick, he slowly—so slowly—wipes both hands down the front of his own white t-shirt.

dark streaks bloom across the fabric. he looks down at the mess, then back up at you.

“see?” he beams. “respectful. courteous. boyfriend of the year.”

you blink. “you literally just ruined your shirt.”

“my sacrifice.” he clutches his chest dramatically. “anything for you, my love. i would never defile your sacred hoodie. i would rather die.”

then he opens his arms wide.

“now. hug.”

“no.”

“hug.”

“satoru, your entire front is—”

satoru doesn’t wait. he lunges, wraps his sticky, honey-drenched, s'more-crusted arms around you and squeezes. his open palms find your back. your shoulders. you try to save your hair.

you feel the tacky residue transfer. everywhere.

when he finally takes mercy and pulls back, both the front and back is a disaster of regret. and he’s grinning as if he contributed to your life in such a meaningful way.

“looks good,” satoru says, tucking a sticky strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to scowl. he inspects the honey smeared across your hoodie with genuine satisfaction.

“perfect.”

“perfect?”

“now everyone will know we hugged.”