βtoji, dear, you canβt just hold megumi like that.β
you left your husband and (almost) one year old son alone to go to the kitchen and returned a second later, only to find toji holding your child like he was holding onto some grocery bag. you knew he was not the best with kids.
βwhy not? kid seems pretty happy βbout it.β toji answers nonchalantly while looking down at the baby, βlook at βm.β
your eyes move to focus on megumi, whoβs limbs were kicking around in the airβthe back of his romper being held by tojiβs rough hand. your son seemed fine; no cries or protests. in fact, he was happily sucking on his pacifier and those little blue orbs of his were glimmering like he was having the time of his life.
βsee, told ya,β toji smirks as he sees the surprise on your face due to how content megumi was in such an uncomfortable-looking position, βno need to worry. βm strong enough not to drop him.β
you canβt help but roll your eyes and walk over to the couch, sitting down. you had a small bowl of food and a spoon ready to feed your child, βwell, thank you. you can hand megumi over now, though. i need to feed him.β
toji raised an eyebrow as he looked at the baby food. he sits beside you, placing megumi on his lap before grabbing the plate and utensil from your hands, βi can do it.β
he instantly went ahead and scooped up some mushed food, which was way too much for one bite. especially for a literal child.
βalright lilβ buddy, open up.β toji hums and guides the big bite to megumiβs mouth. your son parts his lips with a happy expression, taking in the food, but not without leaving a small mess around the corners of his lips. it was expected to happen since megumiβs mouth had only so little capacity.
βthaβs my boy.β your husband grins before feeding the poor child another huge bite. more than half of it got smeared onto megumiβs chubby cheeks; his romper also catching some drops that fell from his lips. though, that didnβt matter to toji. all that mattered was that megumi was not making a fuss and just munched on the food that was given.
the mess being made was of little importance to toji. the fact that he βsucceededβ in doing such a small task without making his son cry, was enough of an achievement for now.
βdamn, iβm gettinβ pretty good at this parenting stuff, donβcha think?β toji boasts with a proud grin.
β¦well, it seemed like your lover still had a long way to go for it to be considered βgoodβ enough by your standards. youβre glad he was trying at the very least.
-She would be so gentle with you, scared to break you when you got in your floaty headspace.
-She loved when you got like this becsuse she could do everything for you while you just sat there and looked pretty.
-This also applied in a sexual setting because you'd look at her with those doe eyes and who would she be to resist when you looked at her so willingly, so ready...
-"No thoughts in that pretty little head of yours.." Wanda cooed, attaching her thumb to your lip.
-Having previous knowledge of your oral fixation and allowing you to suck on her thumb. "Mmfhmp" you hummed in contempt.
-"That's it baby, you just need something to suck on. Don't you?" Wanda sighed, adjusting her hold of you. Cradling your head in her arms. "Such a good girl." Wanda praised.
-You were her best girl and she made sure to tell you all the time. Always holding you close and showering you in kisses!!! You'd giggle and tell her you can't breathe but she'd be like "Now we can't have that angel!"
pulling out before pushing back in is honestly criminally underrated. like. get me into it, get me used to the feeling of you inside of me, and then pull out to watch my eyes roll from how empty i feel. pull out while iβm moving to your rhythm to hear me whine and beg. pull out to spread my wetness all over me so you can push in and out easier. pull out and then make me wait for it because you just like seeing me all worked out for you. pull out and then make me suck you off because you want my tongue right now actually and because you know iβll be spending the whole time thinking about you flipping me over to fuck me. pull out because you know iβll be wetter and louder and all fucking yours when you start fucking me again.