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Koutaro loved being a father. He loved everything about it—the giggles, the tiny hands reaching for his, the way his child clung to his leg like a koala when he tried to leave for practice. He loved the sleepy, drooling cuddles, the way they cheered for him at games even when they barely understood what was going on, the pure adoration in their big, bright eyes.
He loved his family. He loved the life he had built with you.
But damn, he was dying to fuck his wife.
At first, it wasn’t so bad. The newborn stage had been exhausting, but you’d found your moments, stolen kisses between diaper changes and late-night feedings. But now? Now, his kid was everywhere.
Hina wanted to play all the time, wanted to be glued to your side, wanted to co-sleep every damn night. If he so much as kissed you for too long, tiny hands would push between you both, demanding attention. And the worst part? You loved it. You’d always been so patient with her, smiling when she pulled you away from him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before going to settle her back into bed. Meanwhile, Koutaro was left aching, frustrated, and wound up tighter than a spring.
The longing was getting unbearable. He needed you. Needed to feel your hands on him, your nails digging into his back, the press of your body against his without interruption.
So when he saw his chance—his first real chance in weeks—he pounced.
Hina was absorbed in her favorite cartoon, settled comfortably on the couch, giggling at the screen, completely distracted. And you? You were in the kitchen, slicing up fruit, completely alone.
Koutaro didn’t hesitate.
He moved in fast, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face against your neck, groaning dramatically. "Baby, I’m starving."
You laughed, not missing the way his hands wandered, sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against your stomach. "I’m literally making you a snack right now."
"Not that kinda hungry," he murmured, lips grazing your ear, pressing his hips firmly against your ass so you could feel exactly what he meant.
You inhaled sharply, the knife in your hand faltering for just a second. "Koutaro—"
"C’mon, babe," he whined, rocking his hips just a little, making you shudder. "We can sneak upstairs. Just real quick. Ten minutes. No—five! I swear, I can be fast."
You snorted. "You’re never fast."
He grinned against your skin, his hands moving higher, palming your breasts, kneading them just the way he knew made you weak. "Fine, twenty minutes. But you have to be quiet."
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pressing back into him just enough to feel the hard, teasing drag of his body against yours. Your breathing picked up, your fingers gripping the counter as you leaned into his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach. "You’re terrible," you murmured, but there was no real bite to your words. Koutaro smirked against your neck, his hands squeezing your waist. He knew he had you.
Then—
"Mama! I want my fruit!"
Koutaro froze.
You quickly smoothed down your shirt, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, forcing yourself to look composed.
Tiny feet pattered into the kitchen, and suddenly, Hina was wedging between you and Koutaro, tiny hands tugging at your shirt.
"Mama! I want fruit! And Daddy, come watch my show with me! My favorite episode is on!"
Koutaro exhaled sharply through his nose, closing his eyes for a long moment. Defeated.
You sigh, turning and pecking him on the cheek, grinning. "Guess duty calls, Daddy."
With a deep, exaggerated sigh, Koutaro stepped back, ruffling his child’s hair before lifting her into his arms. "Alright, alright. Let’s go watch your show."
As he walked away, he heard your muffled laughter from the kitchen, making his frustration spike. His fingers flexed against Hina’s back as he carried her, already thinking about revenge.
By the time he settled onto the couch with her, she was already chattering excitedly about her favorite episode, eyes glued to the screen. Koutaro, however, was fuming.
He turned back, just before disappearing into the living room, throwing you a desperate, betrayed look.
This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
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Later that night, he was sure he was getting what he wanted.
Koutaro had planned it perfectly. He'd worn Hina out all day—a long walk, hours at the park, a warm bath, and a bedtime story that left her knocked out cold in her own bed. No way she was waking up tonight.
With a victorious smirk, he made his way to the bedroom, already anticipating the way you’d melt under his touch.
He stepped inside to find you standing by the dresser, slipping into one of his old shirts for bed. Your hair was slightly damp from your shower, skin soft, glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
You turned at the sound of the door clicking shut, raising a brow as he stalked toward you. "Where’s Hina?"
"In her own bed," he murmured, voice low, confident. "Sleeping like a log."
Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you against him. He kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in months—deep, needy, filled with everything he’d been holding back.
You gasped softly, but you didn’t hesitate, your arms looping around his neck as you pressed back into him, matching his intensity, his hunger. His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing down your spine, squeezing at your hips, touching you like he was trying to make up for lost time.
His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, and he groaned as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, moving lower, lower—
Knock, knock.
A tiny, tearful voice called from the hallway. "Mama? Daddy?"
You and Koutaro froze.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, still tangled together, his breath heavy against your skin.
Then, he pulled back just enough to stare at you, eyes filled with sheer, soul-crushing defeat.
You smirked, barely able to contain your amusement. "Like a log, huh?"
His expression darkened, and you couldn't help it—you burst into laughter.
Groaning, Koutaro dropped his forehead against your shoulder, completely deflated.
Another knock. "Mamaaa…"
With a deep sigh, you both quickly fixed yourselves up before Koutaro trudged to the door, opening it to reveal Hina standing there, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, sniffling.
"Had a bad dream, baby?" you cooed, crouching down to brush her hair back gently.
She nodded, sniffling again before reaching up toward Koutaro. "Can I sleep with you and Mama?"
He glanced over at you, looking so damn resigned, so utterly defeated.
You grinned, shrugging. "Guess duty calls again, Daddy."
Letting out the most dramatic sigh of his life, Koutaro scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. He flopped onto the mattress, his dream of having you to himself completely shattered as she snuggled between you both.
As you reached over to turn off the light, you caught Koutaro’s stare from across the pillow—his desperate, betrayed look that all but screamed: This isn’t over.
But hours later, it was still keeping him awake.
He laid there in the dark, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his body tense with frustration. Every single attempt at having you to himself had been shut down, and now, with his daughter nestled comfortably between you both, it felt like the final nail in his coffin.
Except—he wasn’t giving up. Not tonight.
Slowly, he turned his head, glancing at Hina. Her breathing was steady, deep, completely out. Koutaro stayed still for a few more moments, just to be sure, before carefully, painstakingly, peeling himself away from the bed.
You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but he was already leaning in, brushing his lips against your ear. "Baby… come with me."
You blinked groggily, barely registering his voice. "Kou…?"
"Shhh," he whispered, his hand warm against your waist. "Come on. Just trust me."
Still half-asleep, you let him pull you up, letting him lead you quietly, carefully out of the bedroom. As soon as you both stepped into the dimly lit living room, you rubbed at your eyes, yawning. "Koutaro… what’s going on?"
But he didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he tilted your chin up, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, your neck, whispering against your skin. "We just need to be quiet."
Your breath hitched, your drowsiness evaporating in an instant as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him.
You gasped softly, but the second his mouth found that sensitive spot just beneath your ear, you melted into him. "Koutaro, you’re insatiable…"
He grinned, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your shirt as he guided you toward the couch. "Missed you too much, baby. Can’t wait anymore."
And as he pressed you down onto the cushions, settling between your legs, he whispered again, "Just keep quiet for me, yeah?"
You barely had a chance to respond before his hand slipped between your legs, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, teasing, taking his time. You shivered, your legs instinctively parting wider for him, and he let out a quiet, pleased hum.
"That’s it, baby," he murmured against your ear, his fingers brushing over your underwear, pressing against the heat already pooling there. "You’re already so wet for me. Missed this, huh?"
You bit your lip, nodding as you arched into his touch, barely suppressing a gasp when he slid his fingers under the fabric, stroking you slow, deliberate.
"Koutaro—"
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, his other hand coming up to gently cover your mouth. "Gotta stay quiet, remember?"
Your head tipped back against the couch as he slid a finger inside, curling just right, dragging along that spot that had you nearly choking on your moans. When he added a second, his pace deep and unrelenting, your thighs clamped around his hand, body trembling under his touch.
"Feel good?" he asked, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. "Bet you’ve been needing this just as bad as I have."
You could barely nod, barely breathe, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as he worked you open, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Wanna come for me, baby?" His voice was low, coaxing, filthy. "I can feel you squeezing me—go ahead, let go. Just be quiet."
You whined against his palm, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashed over you, your walls pulsing around his fingers as you came, thighs shaking.
Koutaro groaned, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he helped you ride it out.
"Good girl," he whispered, nuzzling against your temple. "That’s my girl."
Before you could fully come down, he was shifting, gripping your hips, lining himself up.
"K-Koutaro—"
He pushed in, slow, deep, deliberate, and you nearly sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, so tight, so warm, making his breath stutter against your skin.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your back arching as he bottomed out, his size stretching you perfectly. The sensation was too much, so intense it sent tears flooding your eyes.
Koutaro kissed them away, murmuring against your skin, "Needed this, baby. Needed you. So bad."
His thrusts were slow, deep, each roll of his hips pressing right where you needed him most. You were drowning in the feeling, in the weight of him, in the way he moved inside you like he was savoring every second.
You wanted to cry out, to let him know just how good he was making you feel, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth again, muffling your desperate whimpers.
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, voice strained, nearly breaking from how good you felt around him. "Can’t have Hina hearing, right? Just be good for me, just take it—"
And you did. You took all of him, his slow, aching thrusts sending you spiraling, pulling you under, dragging out every bit of pleasure until you couldn’t hold it anymore.
"Koutaro—oh god—"
"I got you," he whispered, gripping your waist tighter, his hips stuttering as he felt you clamp down around him. "Come with me, baby. Let go."
The second your body tensed, walls pulsing around him, he followed, groaning as he spilled deep inside you, burying his face against your neck as he let go completely.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Just the sound of ragged breathing, the quiet hum of the house, the lingering warmth of each other.
Then—
A soft shuffling noise. A tiny, sleepy voice.
"Mama? Daddy?"
Your entire body locked up, heart stopping, breath catching in your throat.
Koutaro went completely still, eyes widening in horror.
Another rustling noise. "Mamaaa… where’d you go?"
You whipped your head around, eyes darting to the hallway, panic surging through you. Koutaro’s mind raced, searching for an escape, an excuse, anything.
Then—quick as lightning—he peeked his head up over the couch, calling out in the most casual voice he could muster—
"Just helping Mommy look for something, sweetheart! We’ll be back in bed soon!"
Your face burned.
Hina yawned, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, looking far too tired to question anything. "Okay… hurry up, ‘kay?"
"We will, baby," you managed to choke out. "Go back to bed, we’ll be right there."
She sniffled, nodded, and padded back down the hall.
The second she was gone, you collapsed against Koutaro’s chest, smacking his shoulder. "You absolute menace."
He groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can’t live like this."
You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "That’s why I asked my parents to take her for the weekend."
Koutaro froze.
Then, slowly, he lifted his head, staring at you like you’d just given him the greatest gift of his life.
Without another word, he nuzzled into you, wrapping you up in his arms like he never wanted to let go. "I love you so much."
You smiled, cuddling into his warmth, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I love you too."