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“I’m looking, Gumi,” you murmur, resting your forehead against the boy’s. “Did you wanna tell me something?”

Megumi yawns and then pokes at the dark circles under your eyes with all the tenderness a toddler can muster, “Sleep.”

“Are you tired, honey? Mama's tired, too. We can take a nap,” you whisper, already lying down on your side. The recliner is huge–big enough to fit you, Toji, and Megumi in it for movie nights. Toji bought it when he found out you were pregnant. Something about the man of the house needing a throne—you tuned him out. Still, you're grateful for it because you’re able to curl up on your side while cocooning Megumi against your chest. His little head fits perfectly under your chin, and his fists grab onto the front of your sweatshirt. He can be so clingy when he wants to be.

Toji watches on from the sidelines, equal parts amused and enthralled. This whole mothering thing came surprisingly naturally to you. Of course, there were bumps in the beginning, but this? The sight of you curled around his son so protectively is enough to melt a heart he long thought frozen solid. 

Toji’s movements are always so silent that you’re surprised to feel the gentle press of his lips against your forehead. He can feel his heart stutter in his chest when both you and Megumi blink big, bleary eyes up at him.

“Go ahead and sleep, you two. I’ll take care of dinner,” he mumbles gruffly. A small nod and the shifting of your body around Megumi’s is all the confirmation he needs before he’s off to the kitchen. 

Lately, you’ve been working more while Toji takes care of things around the house. Toji doesn’t mind, really. He’s done less dignified things for a lot less reward. Lots of people, friends included, have made snide remarks about it all.

'He's a bum.'

'You deserve better.'

'Why does he make you go to work?'

'Didn't you say he used to be a gambler? How do you know what he does all day?'

Toji being a stay-at-home dad is one thing, but a lot of people are a bit more judgmental when you add in the fact that he’s also given up his family name. It gets under Toji’s skin sometimes, but he just takes another glance at you and Megumi laughing together. He’d do every single depraved and wretched thing he’s ever done all over again if it meant getting to end up with you two. You're the loves of his life, his reason for living, and all his passion wrapped up in one.

Because of that, though, you’ve been getting less sleep. You keep insisting on staying up with Megumi after you come home to give Toji some alone time, but he just wants you to rest tonight. Besides, he’s becoming quite the chef. He'd never thought about cooking before. Being a hitman doesn't really allow for that kind of luxury. The motivation to learn came easily during your pregnancy, and he's found that he enjoys cooking and being able to make yummy, nutritious meals for you and his son. There's nothing quite like the satisfied smile on your face after you've eaten one of his meals.

About thirty minutes later, you’re awoken by Megumi accidentally kicking you in the ribs. He had just been shifting around in his sleep, but the action woke both of you up. You trade accusatory looks with the toddler before his tongue sticks out in a show of defiance. 

Toji hears a loud squeal from the kitchen and decides to check on the two of you. You sometimes have a habit for smothering Megumi when you nap with him. The sight that greets him is enough to make his heart flutter in that broad chest of his. Megumi’s giggling and thrashing in your hold while you tickle his tummy and pretend to gnaw on his hand. 

"Nom nom…hey, you’re pretty tasty, Gumi. I should get daddy to put you into a soup!” you tease him. 

Megumi squeaks indignantly, and Toji clears his throat from the doorway.

“You two havin’ fun in here while I slave away in the kitchen?” he asks dryly, a hint of humor in his bored voice that only you could ever pick up on. The tender look on his face betrays his true feelings. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that makes your heart soft.

“Mm-hmm. You know it. We're just two bums. Grifters, even." You and Megumi give him twin smiles.

An almost imperceptible grin quirks the corners of Toji’s lips up. You’ve always loved the way his scar moves when he smiles. He’d never admit it, but it’s something that he gets a little insecure about. It’s hidden under layers of nonchalance, but that insecurity, the small voices in his head telling him that he’ll never be good enough for anything or anyone, is still in there deep down. 

Without another word, you’ve got Megumi in your arms again, and you head into the kitchen. Megumi is plopped down onto the kitchen island with a quiet whine and some grabby hands shot in your direction. You sidle right up next to Toji and duck your head under his arm to peek at what he’s making. 

“That looks good, honey,” you murmur. You sneak a kiss to his chest before retreating back to Megumi’s side. The boy has already found entertainment in playing with a few stray grains of rice on the counter. 

“Thanks, sugar. I have keep my lady and my boy well-fed, don’t I? You might get an upgrade otherwise.”

You laugh and help Megumi chuck a grain of rice at his back, “Upgrades aren’t covered on my data plan, I'll have you know. Not until I pay off the lease on my original model, anyway.”

Toji snorts, and the stray rice is swept away by one of his strong hands, “Noted.”

There’s a moment of warm silence that’s interrupted by the soft beeping of the rice cooker. Toji flicks it off and begins crumbling some nori into the fresh rice. You get an idea and reach out to poke Megumi’s chubby cheek.

“Hey, Gumi. You wanna help Daddy and stir the rice?” 

Megumi, who was previously invested in chewing on the strings of your sweatshirt, nods solemnly.

“Yeah! Help Daddy!” he exclaims, his little hands reaching out for the rice bowl. You shoot Toji a playful look. He hands you the bowl and a wooden spoon with his own look that says, ‘If he gets rice everywhere, you’re going to be the one cleaning it up.’ 

You pass the bowl off into Megumi’s eager hands, watching as he begins to clumsily stir the rice. A big clump of rice threatens to spill out of the bowl, but you manage to push it back down before it can hit the floor. You hear a sigh from your right, and you shoot Toji a sheepish look.

“Woah, Megs…let me help you, okay?” your gentle hand settles over Megumi’s, and you help guide him to stir the rice in a more controlled fashion. “There we go…now it’s all nice and mixed up.”

Megumi beams up at you and then, in true toddler form, he shoves his hand down into the bowl, scoops up a handful of rice, and begins eating it from his palm. Your expression drops into something between distress and incredulity. Toji just laughs.

“Yeah, that’s my boy, alright.”

Bolstered by his father’s words, Megumi begins eating a second handful of rice. He’s got grains stuck all on his cheeks and a few have managed to get onto his socked feet. An exasperated sigh leaves you, and you delicately snatch the bowl away from Megumi.

“No more before dinner time, okay? Don’t want you getting a tummy ache.”

Megumi, ever the resolute toddler, nods and goes back to chewing on his rice. The second you turn to put the rice bowl back onto the counter, though, Toji’s feeding the boy a piece of the chicken katsu he’d just finished cutting up. You shoot him an exasperated look and shake your head.

Dinner goes off without a hitch, and, soon enough, you’re tucking Megumi into bed for the night. You depart from his bedside with a kiss to his forehead while Toji flicks the lights off. The second Megumi’s bedroom door clicks shut, Toji’s crowding you from behind and groping your ass.

His head dips down, lips brushing the side of your neck, “Hey, sugar. Why don’t you come shower with me? Take a little break.

A shudder rips through you,goosebumps prickling your skin. You’ve always been sensitive to Toji, and his hard chest pressed right up against your back is no exception. His right hand travels up to rest just over your ribcage.

“I’ll behave,” he coos.

Yeah, this? This is not behaving. Toji’s left hand is wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back against his collarbone while his soapy right hand gropes your tit under the guise of “cleaning” you. 

“Pretty fuckin’ thing,” he mumbles into your shoulder. Damp, navy blue strands of hair stick to your jaw as he trails his lips over the surface of your shoulder. Toji lets the water rinse off the soap before he leans over and sucks your puffy nipple into his mouth. 

A quiet mewl squeezes its way out of you, and Toji flicks his tongue over the peaked flesh in response. Toji grunts as he manhandles your body back against his. It sends a shiver down your spine that the warm water flowing over the two of you holds no effect over. His left hand travels down from your throat, between the valley of your breasts, and comes to a stop at your side, just so his fingers can dig into the swell of your hip.

“C’mere, baby. Toji’s got ya. You’re not getting away from me,” he murmurs. Toji always acts greedy. He is greedy. He’s also half-convinced that you could walk away from him at any point, so every time he gets the chance to sink his fingers into the doughy flesh of your thighs is just another chance for him to exercise that greed.

His left hand reaches down between your thighs, and two of his thick fingers spread your sticky folds apart. His fingers slide all over cunt, rememorizing the shape of your folds and every contour that makes you unique. He's a little freak about it, but he's all yours. The tip of his finger rubs feather-light circles over your clit, too much and yet nowhere near enough. Toji knows it's not enough. He just lives to see you squirm.

He gets his wish when you start aimlessly grinding your soft ass back on him. His erection has been poking at your lower back since you bent over to get the water started. Even in the shower, Toji can feel your slick gathering on his shaft every time your ass circles back against him.

“Thaaat’s it, baby. Just like that…don't stop,” he chuckles. His right hand lifts up to tilt your head back in the same moment that one of his feet kicks yours farther apart. His shoulder hunch, bending over to get nose-to-nose with you. “There you are, pretty girl. Open for me.”

You do as he asks easily, you pretty lips parting just for him. They’re shiny and slick from the shower, only getting messier as Toji pulls you into a filthy kiss. Every time he kisses you, it feels like the world stops and holds it’s breath. He’s never shy when he slides his tongue into your mouth, always seeking and exploring like he's trying to make you his from the inside out. The taste of you grounds him. He’s got his left hand grabbing you just under your jaw to keep your head in place while he explores your mouth, applying just enough pressure to distract you from what his sneaky fingers are doing between your thighs. 

The hot, wet pressure of his tongue sliding against yours is already enough to make your head spin, but the feeling is compounded when he suddenly sinks two fingers deep inside you. Toji grins against your mouth at the squeal you let out. He parts from your face just enough to look into your lidded eyes. The hand not currently exploring your cunt from the inside out slides up to squish your cheeks.

“You like that, huh? Aren't you going to tell me how much?” A feral grin distorts the scar on the corner of his lips when you defiantly shake your head. “Eh, don’t worry, sugar. I’ll fuck some honesty into you.”

His fingers pick up their pace, scissoring and twisting inside you. His fingers are so thick that you can feel each individual knuckle, even more so when he decides to curl them up into your g-spot. A cry tears out of your throat, but the sound of it is swallowed up by the cascade of water coming out of the shower head. His hand is moving at near-superhuman speed, simply because Toji loves seeing your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is nearly blinding, building and swirling deep in your gut, tightening in your core, almost bursting–

And then nothing. Toji roughly pulls his fingers out of your core and pushes you forward with a strong hand on your upper back. Your hands slam onto the wall to keep yourself upright. Your thighs are already trembling, and you’re not certain if you’re more embarrassed that you’re this wrecked from Toji fingering you or by the fact that Toji’s fat tip is leaking precum onto the arch of your back. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Toji grunts. He ruts against your ass a few more times before angling his cock down against your pussy. The stimulation is enough to make you whine and try to squirm away from him. Toji tuts and snakes his arms around your waist like iron bands, “Nice try, sugar. I told you. You’re not getting away tonight.”

Toji grinds against you a few more times, slapping the heavy head of his cock against your clit twice for good measure. Once he’s fully coated in you, he starts pushing in. He loves watching the way your pussy eats his cock up like it’s a gourmet meal. It's something he'll never get tired of seeing.

He lets out a low groan as he bends down over you, shoving his tip right up against the gummy sweet spot near your cervix. His big hand brushes your wet hair onto one shoulder, and he presses feathery kisses to the nape of your neck. You never really understood the sentiment of “feeling like coming home when you’re with your partner” until you met Toji. Home is the way his hands settle on your waist after a long night. Home is the way he kisses you like you’re made of glass.

Home is the way his arms tighten and lift you up off the shower floor before he starts fucking you so deep you see stars. Your arms and legs dangle uselessly as he keeps you pinned against him. He’s got one arm right under your belly, and the other one keeps your chest propped up. It's an obscene show of his strength, but you've always known that your husband is abnormally strong. It still has your pussy fluttering around him, though.

His cock has the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot over and over again, gravity making slide right back down his cock every time he pulls out of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Toji, oh my god–don’t stop,” you whine into the shower wall. You can feel your brain actively shutting down as it gets flooded with oxytocin. The pleasure is almost too much, setting your skin on fire until you can feel it all the way down to your toes.

“See, baby? Told you I’d–shit–fuck some honesty into ya. Hah…” Toji’s words are a low growl pressed right between your shoulder blades. He’s never been more thankful for having to install those grippy ducks on the bottom of the shower than he is right now. 

“Yeahhh, take it for me. So good for me. Love you so much. Shit, your pussy’s so perfect,” he groans. The way your bodies play into each other is almost maddening. Each squeeze of your gummy walls makes his cock throb, and every time he pulses inside you, you clench down on him involuntarily. “Mm-hmm…little more, baby. I can feel you getting tighter. You wanna cum for me?”

You let out a little wail and nod frantically. Toji’s still hitting your g-spot, and the way his balls slap against your clit rhythmically is good enough to make your toes curl. Toji can’t tell if the wetness on your face is from tears or the shower anymore.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, please make me cum, Ji–”

Toji cuts you off by squeezing your throat lightly, “Never gotta say please with me, princess. You know I’ll give it to you.”

That promise is enough to have you clamping down on his cock and gushing around him as your orgasm washes over you. Your legs thrash uselessly in the air, your eyes rolling back into your head as Toji keeps you speared on his cock. The aftershocks are stupidly intense as Toji keeps rutting into you. He’s groaning louder now, too, spurred on by the fact that you once told him he sounds pretty when he cums. If that wasn't enough, you can feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, too.

“Mm, want me to fill you up, baby?” he grunts against your back. “See if I can make you a mama again?”

You must’ve managed to nod in your delirious state because soon enough, Toji’s thrusts falter. He empties himself inside you, pelvis flush against the red skin of your ass. He stays there for a few moments before slowly pulling out and setting you back on your feet. Even the sensation of the rough adhesive ducks makes your overly sensitive nervous system twitch.

“You’re so tired, aren’t you?” Toji asks, his voice gentle despite being worn raw from moaning. He helps you stand back up and brushes wet strands of hair out of your face, strong arm supporting your weight. His free hand alternates between stroking your cheek and rubbing soothing circles into your lower back. “I’ll get you cleaned up. Don’t even worry about it.”

Thirty minutes later, you’re curled up in Toji’s lap on your big bed. He’s got you in one of his old, worn shirts, tucked up in his arms while he spoon feeds you ice cream. There’s some kind of trashy reality show playing on the TV, but the two of you are completely wrapped up in each other. 

Your hands are resting on the curve of Toji's spine. You snuck them up under the hem of his shirt the second he sat down behind you. A content hum slips out of your chest when Toji’s fingers, once used for unspeakable violence, settle into your hair for a scalp massage. He feeds you another spoonful of ice cream, and you plant another little kiss over his heart. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. 

Megumi’s still tucked away, cozy and snoring in his bed, and you’re right here, safe and sound in his arms. Toji doesn’t mind any snide comments he gets from strangers about your relationship dynamics. He doesn’t care if he still gets messages from past acquaintances claiming that he’s gone soft, telling him that they're still waiting when he's ready to get back in the game.

The truth is that he has gone soft. But if softness means he gets to keep the two most valuable people in his life safe, he’d gladly turn into a damn teddy bear. His eyes drift down to your now-sleeping form cradled against his chest. 

Huh.

Maybe he already is one. 

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