A/N : This was written a long while ago for a Tumblr prompt. I'm not sure how I managed to get smut into a "family" fic… but HERE IT GOES.

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Summary: This one shot features Mamura and Suzume and their baby daughter, Mai, and the ahem, complications she brings to their personal life.

It's 1 a.m, the house is deadly quiet and Mamura flinches at the sound of clinking keys that is inevitable as he hangs it up by the door.

He rakes a frustrated hand through his hair because obviously no normal household stays awake this late and curses the stupid product launch that has kept him so high-strung this past week. This is the fourth day in a row he's been held up late, and he has barely even seen Suzume all week.

By the time he reaches home, she's usually out like a log and when he finally wakes up she's already at the restaurant, taking the baby with her. He can't really blame her, a 7 month old baby drains the life out of her, and she's managing the best she can.

He switches on the dimmest light he can find and his heart melts to see Suzume asleep, head resting on the kitchen counter. Crap, he thinks guiltily, she must have been waiting up for him. He had promised her he'd be home for dinner tonight.

He walks over to her quietly, shrugging off his coat and brushes the hair out of her eyes. He can spot a slight hint of dark circles under her slumbering eyes and he sighs; motherhood is exhausting her.

He wonders if he should wake her because even though she's so cute when she's resting, he's pretty sure sleeping in such an awkward position will result in the worst form of back ache tomorrow morning.

He elects to kiss her instead, a soft, chaste kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth. She doesn't stir, so he wraps his arm around her, picking her up gracefully like she weighs nothing more than a feather.

He chuckles softly, because she's gotten heavier, just a little bit and within healthy limits, she's just had a baby after all, and he wonders if she would flip out if he told her that.

"What are you smiling about?"

The words are a feeble murmur, breath tickling the spot beneath his ear, and he's so flustered he almost drops her.

"You're awake!" he exclaims, placing her gently on the bed.

"Obviously," she says, grinning sleepily, "It's been forever since you've princess-carried me like that."

He blushes, marriage having done little to change that reaction. He watches her as she stretches, trying to get rid of the kinks in her back. She's wearing an old button down shirt of his and apparently nothing else, he realizes as the loose garment falls low, first button undone to expose the top of her breast.

His breath catches audibly and Suzume looks up at him, the sleep slowly starting to dissipate from her large blue eyes. She's become familiar with the look of blatant arousal on Mamura's face, eyes unfocused, pupils blown, jaws slightly open.

"Mamura," she says to her husband, who seems incapable of doing anything but staring at her - not that she doesn't like it of course, just that she'd rather have him touch her with her hands instead of his eyes.

"You said you'll have dinner with me tonight," she leans forward, mouth dangerously close to his, her voice lilting with complaint.

She's probably playing, little minx that she is, but his brain isn't working as well as a certain other part of him is. "I'm sorry," he whispers, apologetic, because he is, he wanted nothing more than to come home early and –

"That's not the kind of apology I want." Her words are low and dripping with salacious intent and when he looks down he can see that her buttons are completely undone now, a smooth strip of creamy skin peeking out and tantalizing him.

He understands immediately, his body responding to her shameless invitation eagerly, mouth wanting and insistent on hers.

She may have been the one seducing him audaciously but she melts instantly, dissolving into pure sensation under his touch, because it's been too long since he's kissed her like this, like she's all he really needs.

"I really am sorry," he mumbles, breath hot against her skin as his lips move downward, raining kisses down her body. His teeth graze the lush skin on the underside of her breasts and she makes this small sound in the back of her throat, in between a sigh and a sob and he loves that pregnancy has made her so much more sensitive.

It's just a thought; if she's so sensitive up here then surely –

She lets out a sharp cry when his tongue touches the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs and he realizes he was right, she's unbelievably fragile even now and this knowledge only serves to heighten his arousal.

"Shh," he murmurs, sucking on her lower lip as he pumps his fingers into her, stilling for a moment and then thrusting harder, torturing her with his unpredictable pace, "you'll wake up Mai."

She groans in agreement, knowing that he's right, that she's worked too hard to put her to sleep and she can't possibly go cradle her again, not when she's like this, but she can't help it.

His fingers are too much, mouth too much, kisses too fucking much for her to contain herself.

When he curls his fingers into her, hitting that spot for the – God knows how many times, she hasn't been able to keep count – she hits the roof, keening with the incoherent gasps of his name, and this time she's certain she's in for trouble.

Sure enough, a piercing wail cuts through the air less than a moment later and Mamura sees red. "Fuck," he grits out, because as much as he appreciates how loud his wife can be, they have practical difficulties to consider now and he had specifically told her to keep it down!

"Don't swear at Mai," she chides softly and he glares at her because it's pretty obvious it's not their daughter he's swearing at.

He bites down on her lip, hard, a punishment for her lack of mindfulness and drags himself off the bed.

"I'll take care of her," he snaps, ignoring the guilty look etched on Suzume's face, because she really is sorry, it's not like she wants him to go either.

"I'll be back," he mutters and she isn't sure if this is a promise but she knows this is probably a better course of action.

Mai, much like her mother, is putty in her father's arms and is likely to calm down much faster if it's with Mamura than if Suzume tries to pacify her.

She stretches her legs gingerly, body still shaking after her swift orgasm and walks up to the bathroom. She slips out of the shirt and adjusts the water temperature settings, feeling slightly disappointed that the night which looked so promising has disappeared in such a flash.

She has barely penetrated the warm, pulsing jets of water from the shower when she feels strong arms hoisting her up against the wall.

His ruby gaze is dark and fervent, and it sends shivers down her spine because she absolutely loves this transition from gentle and blushing to forceful and demanding Mamura.

"So soon?" she dares to ask, voice squeaking a little towards the end because he's captured her lips in a hard, clamouring kiss, long fingers sweeping over her body greedily, nudging her legs open with the tip of his erection.

His words are low, tormenting flicks of teeth against the nape of her neck, marking her a deep purple, as he snaps his hips upward, filling her completely.

"Don't you dare interrupt me this time."

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