Toji’s furious. If he were a cartoon, steam would be blowing from his ears. Why, you ask? Megumi threw up all over his work shirt. And, to add to the issue, you’re not here. His other work shirts are still being washed, work is in twenty minutes, and he has to leave in five.
The baby stares at his father and coos. Toji looks at Megumi and huffs in frustration.
“You could’ve puked after I left, you know… Maybe on your mother, no?”
Megumi just stares at the man, reaching for his nose.
“Hey! Brat…” Toji mumbles as you walk into the room.
“Hey, what- oh my god.” You laugh and grab a towel, wiping his shirt off.
“Damn kid puked all over my shirt, Shiu’s gonna be mad.”
“Shiu’s going to have to deal with it, the other shirts aren’t clean yet.”
Toji groans as you take Megumi and coo to the baby. “Can’t believe my luck…”
“You’re so pouty. You’re gonna be late.”
“Well, I can’t wear this.”
“You wanna wear one of my shirts?”
“Hah! And make Shiu laugh more?”
You giggle and roll your eyes, grabbing a hoodie.
“Woman, it is 100 degrees outside, you want me to wear a hoodie?”
“God, you’re so picky for a man who doesn’t have the time to.”
You grab an old shirt of his.
“…Fine.”
“Finally.” You huff and toss it to him, kissing him quickly. “You’re gonna be late, go.”
“Yeah, yeah, make sure the brat’s diaper is changed.” He says while changing and walking out the door.
“I know how to take care of our kid, Toji!” You call out and roll your eyes, looking down to your son. “Some guy, huh?”
Megumi coos and tugs on your hair, which you just giggle at.
“Good job, gumi bear. Throw up on him again and you’ll have the best Christmas gifts.”
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includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, breeding, short, pregnancy mentioned
megumi is obsessed with cumming inside you.
don't even bring up condoms to him. he’ll shoot you the dirtiest glares.
he can't help it, it's just human nature. it's only natural that he wants to fill you up, wants to finger his cum back into your leaking hole. what's so wrong with that?
he seriously can't cum without being inside you anymore. jacking off isn't even an option. he’s calling you the second he's hard. he needs to have his seed filling your womb, not wasted on his hand. that's how it should be.
you know better than to say anything about pulling out to megumi by now. he's slamming harder into you when he gets close, in fact. his tip rams against your cervix over and over again as his eyes roll back into his skull.
“fuck,” he groans, “gonna—ha—gonna fill you up real good,” he says breathlessly.
he brings a hand to cup your tummy, calloused fingers holding you so gently in contrast to how hard he’s fucking you. he watches the bulge of his cock in your stomach appear and disappear with each harsh thrust and suddenly you feel it.
white, hot, and sticky. it fills up your womb, his tip pushed so so deep inside you as he cums. he squeezes the fat of your stomach just a little tighter as he finishes in you.
thank god for birth control is always your first thought.
on the other hand, megumi is dreaming of the day you'll be getting pregnant.
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