a romantic

“Thank you for coming, Choso. It means a lot to me!” You said, giving his shoulder a squeeze as you back out of the hug that he gave you.

He gave you a nod, his cheeks slightly puffing up. “Of course, wouldn't want to miss it.”

As you watched him walk back to his girlfriend, you let out a soft sigh. The room was crowded, filled with friends and family who were here to celebrate your engagement with Kento.

The sole glass of champagne you had drank today went straight to your head, as you'd forgotten to eat a proper lunch. Sure, you'd been snacking on the finger foods that Kento had prepared. But your feet hurt, your head hurt and you felt slightly overwhelmed by it all.

Scanning the big, spacious living room for an empty seat, you found one in the back corner and made your way to it. A soft huff escaped your lips as you leaned back in the chair. Your fingers traced the rim of the expensive china that Kento had gotten out of storage for this occasion, and the cold touch of it grounded you.

After a few minutes, a warm presence sat on the chair beside you. Your eyes looked up, meeting the most comforting and soft, hazel eyes. The ones you’d fallen in love with many moons ago.

“Everything okay, honey?” Kento asked, his fingers softly grazing over your exposed knee.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just taking a little break from talking to everyone. How’re you?”

He smiled, no concerned eyes behind his glasses; he knew you better than anyone.

“Good, been catching up with Gojo and Megumi.” He answered, his fingers slowly moving towards your thigh. He kept his hand there, the warmth of his skin radiated through your stockings. “Then saw that my soon-to-be-wife was sitting down, so I thought I’d check up on her.”

“You're the sweetest.” You chuckled. You crossed your legs, the fabric of your pastel yellow dress hiked up slightly and you noticed his eyes flicking to your lower body. “Something distracting you, my love?”

Kento smirked and eyed the room for a second and then slid his fingers up your thigh, his fingertips tracing the delicate lace of the top of your stockings. “These are new.”

“They are.” You mumbled, heat creeping up your cheeks. You leaned over the table, one elbow propped up onto the white tablecloth.

Kento swallowed, his eyes now flickering between your eyes and your cleavage. “Darling. Should we take a few moments to ourselves?”

His hand left your thigh, but not before giving your knee a firm squeeze. He sat up straight, slightly loosening his soft yellow –matching your dress– tie and looked at you with almost pleading eyes.

“Leave our own engagement party?” You said, fake shocked. You put your hand over your mouth as you let out a playful giggle. “Scandalous.”

“Come on.” Kento said, getting up from the ivory seating and grabbing your hand in his.

The guests didn't seem to notice the two of you sneaking upstairs, and even if they did; you couldn't care less.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, Kento pressed his lips to yours and caught your body in between his and the dark wooden door. His hand immediately slid under your dress, fingers tugging at the lacey band of your stockings.

“You make me go crazy when you wear these things.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling on the stretchy lace and letting it snap back against your thigh.

Pulling him closer against you, you tangled your hands in his hair. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips. “Why do you think I wear them?”

Kento groaned softly at your response, kissing you harder.

He then backed away, just an inch, and looked at you. “How much time do we have before anyone will notice we're gone?”

“Mh, a few minutes maybe?” You replied, tracing your pointer finger over his broad chest. The dress shirt he wore was getting slightly tighter, he’d told you he’d been working out more for the wedding and it definitely showed.

It took a split second for Kento to decide what he wanted to do with you in those few minutes, but the new stockings ultimately made the decision for him.

He got down on his knees, pushed up your dress, helped you slide down your panties and then swung one of your legs over his shoulder with ease.

Pressing hasty kisses against your inner thighs, making sure to trace the intricate lace of your stockings with his lips and tongue, he could almost come from just this.

He licked a slow strip through your folds, making you shiver to his touch. His hands caressed your thighs while holding you steady against the bedroom door. His fingertips gave just as much attention to your stockings as his mouth did to your cunt.

“Kento…” you sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair. The waxy feeling of his hair product was a familiar touch to you. “More please… we don't have much time.”

He chuckled against your wet core, the vibrations going through your whole body.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He said, sliding his tongue through your folds and every now and then dipped into your hole. “Gotta be quiet though.”

One of his hands held you firmly against the door and the other scrunched the fabric of the stockings, carefully making sure not to rip it off your leg. It slid down slightly and Kento couldn't help but take a quick peek at your leg over his shoulder. The pressure of the elastic lace had made an ever so slight design on your bare thigh.

He bit his lower lip to suppress a groan and went right back to eating you out, determined to let you come within the minute.

Soft pants and whimpers were heard throughout the bedroom, quiet enough for the both of you to hear but not loud enough for anyone else.

As Kento focused his licking and sucking on your clit, you clenched around nothing as you pushed his face closer against you to ride out your high.

Kento grunted as he lapped up your juices like he hadn't had a sip of water in three days. His hand still wrapped around the thin stocking fabric, he couldn't even begin to explain how much he loved the feeling of them on your thighs.

His lips left you, and he gently pulled the stocking back up your leg. Eyeing the other one to see how high you wore them. He pressed a kiss atop it before coming back up to meet your eyes.

Pulling him in for a kiss, you startled when someone banged on the bedroom door.

“Nanamin?!” Yuji yelled from the other side. “Are you here?!”

Kento’s eyes widened slightly, but as he looked at you –trying to keep in a chuckle– his eyes softened. “Yuji, what's wrong?”

“I spilled hot chocolate over your white rug and I’m really sorry but I freaked out and tried to clean it, but I think I made it worse?” Yuji yapped, a slight panic could be heard in his voice.

You pressed your lips together, a laugh would certainly come out soon if Yuji kept blabbing like that.

Could it be a present? 

While you’re busy putting on another dress to show him, Gojo sneakily makes his way over to the pile and opens up that pretty little bag. What he finds inside delights him. 

Underneath the layers of tissue paper lay a lacy, pink set of lingerie, woven with the most dainty little flowers. He laughs out loud when he sees it, imagining you wearing it for him later that night. 

When he hears your footsteps he quietly tucks the lingerie back into the bag, but he can barely contain himself and has to cover his mouth to hide his smile. 

So later that night, he waits as you finish up in the bathroom, lying all suggestively on the bed with a hand tucked behind his head and a grin on his face.

The door opens up, and at first his view of you is hidden by clouds of steam from the shower. Then, you emerge from the fog like an angel, dressed in–

An oversized T-shirt and a pair of his sweats? 

You’re brushing your teeth and staring confusedly at your husband, wondering why he’s lying in this candle lit room in nothing but his boxers. 

“Toru…what’s all this?” you ask through a mouthful of toothpaste. 

Gojo quickly recovers from his confusion. “What? Can’t a man romance his wife?” 

After a minute of debating whether he’s really serious or not, you shrug, spit out your toothpaste, then join him on the bed for a good dick down. 

Step 2- Discover Her Secret Lingerie Collection In The Back Of Her Drawer

That lingerie set’s been in the back of Gojo’s mind ever since he first spotted it, but you haven’t brought it up so neither has he.

It could’ve been an impulse buy, something that initially caught your eye but you later regretted. Maybe it didn’t fit. Maybe you returned it. 

Gojo’s in the bedroom folding up clothes while he thinks this over, and then, like the universe can hear his thoughts, he spots something in the back of your underwear drawer.

Among the monochrome assortment of panties and bras, a flicker of color.

He just has to see what could be hiding back there...

A red, chiffon slip dress, trimmed with little lace hearts. 

But that’s not all. The deeper back Gojo looks into the drawer, the more he finds. 

Sets with thin camisole tops and flowy little shorts that’d perfectly hug the swell of your ass. 

Sheer, soft colored bodysuits. 

He’s not even sure how half of them are worn, but his favorite is a crotchless, light blue babydoll set the same color as his eyes. 

And everything is decorated in lace, lace, lace.

Lace bows, lace straps, lace flowers, lace trim–lace everything. In every shape and form, and in every color of the rainbow. 

How has he never seen any of these before…and how does he get you to start wearing them?

Step 3- Start Hinting Towards It In Conversations 

Gojo’s been wondering how to bring up the topic of the lingerie without admitting that he’s been snooping through your stuff. Sure, it was an accident, but any hint that he knows your secret might embarrass you and make you even more reluctant to wear them for him. 

But the perfect opportunity arises when he sees you in a pink sweater that’s the same shade as that first set of lingerie he saw. 

It’s something you rarely wear, a scratchy turtleneck that’s been sitting in the back of your closet for months. You've been debating whether or not to throw it out for a while now. 

When Gojo spots you in it his eyes light up and he wraps your waist in a hug from behind. 

“I like that sweater,” he says grinning against your ear. 

“Really?” You look down at the ugly thing you’ve got on. “I only put it on because it’s cold.”

“Yes, really. I really, really like it. Especially that color….”

“Oh. Well…thank you,” you respond, although you’re seriously judging your husband's fashion taste. 

Then, five minutes after the conversation has ended, Gojo brings it up again. “I told you I love that color on you, right?”

“Yeah, you told me…literally five minutes ago.”

Gojo smiles. “Because it’s true. I love it.” 

And you give him a confused little nod, because the sweater was about to go right to the donation center. But since he likes it so much, maybe you’ll keep it. 

In Gojo’s mind, complimenting the color of the sweater should translate to any other articles of clothing you have in that color. And once you connect the dots you’ll wear the lingerie for him.

Throughout the week he starts making even more puzzling, random comments.

“Put a finger down if you’ve ever hidden something from your husband.”  

“Have you ever wanted to wear underwear but like, fancier?”

“Wouldn’t it be crazy if we had sex while wearing clothes?”

But either you’re ignoring all of his hints or you really don’t understand what he means, because you haven’t been entertaining these remarks of his. So now he has to bring out one last trick.  

Step 4- Give Her Insane Amounts of Money Everytime She Goes Shopping

Gojo’s been practically begging you to go out shopping all week long, and you’ve finally finally agreed to go, although you don’t understand why he’s pushing so hard for it. 

“Fine, if you want me out of the house that bad…” you sigh as you grab your keys. 

“No, it’s not that. I’m coming with you.” 

Gojo takes you to an outdoor mall, and it’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. The perfect setup for people to make impulsive purchases. 

The whole trip Gojo’s on his best behavior, waiting patiently for you to browse through store after store, giving you his opinions as you try on different outfits. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t even try to get you to stop at the food court so he can sample all of the desserts. 

Something else a bit…sweeter is on his mind. The thought of you using his card to buy yourself some more lingerie. 

Pretending it’s accidental, Gojo guides you towards one store in particular(one he knows sells lingerie), pointing out some random robe he sees in the storefront window.

“This one next!” 

You hesitate to go inside. “Are you sure?” 

Gojo nods. “Yes. I’m sure. It looks like your kind of place.”

You don’t move an inch, and Gojo smiles, thinking he knows the problem. ‘Of course she wouldn’t want me to follow her around when she buys lingerie! It’ll ruin the surprise.”

So Gojo just pulls out his card and hands it to you. “I’ll be over at the food court. Get yourself something… special.”

He gives you this little smirk that you have no idea what he means by, and he chuckles as he turns on his heel to walk away. 

While he enjoys something sweet in the food court he see a message from you asking if he’s getting tired and wants to leave soon. He just types back, “Nope. Take your time, sweetheart ;)"

And sends you an extra $100 dollars, because why not?

Surely you’ll get the hint. 

Step 5- Get Caught Jerking Off To Her Lingerie

It’s now been officially a week and a half since Gojo first found that lingerie in your shopping bag. But despite all his efforts, you still have no idea what he’s trying to hint at. The only thing he’s accomplished is making you think he’s lost his mind.  

The thought of you all dressed up in one of those lacy sets has been torturing him for a while now, so today, when you’re out shopping, Gojo can’t help but shove open your underwear drawer, pull out the first lingerie set he sees, and stuff it up to his nose. 

It smells like fresh laundry detergent rather than your scent and that disappoints him a bit but…the fact that it smells like laundry must mean you’ve worn it recently. And if you’ve worn it recently it means this fabric was all pressed up against your skin…

The hand that’s not holding onto the lingerie pulls out his aching cock, and he closes his eyes and jerks his fist to the thought of you. How you’d look splayed out underneath him on the bed, all decked out in soft, pretty lace. 

How he’d caress you through the dainty fabric and feast his eyes on the sight of you all wrapped up for him like his own personal present. 

Gojo jerks himself harder as the scene in his mind becomes more and more clear. He can practically feel the warmth of your skin. Taste the sweetness of your lips. Hear you moaning and and whining and–

“Toru?” 

There you are, standing in the doorway and watching your husband in shock. He quickly whips around to face you, looking surprised–but not the least bit guilty.

“I thought you–fuck–left to go shopping.”

“I was about to… but I forgot my coat…” Your explanation dies down and your confusion increases as you see what’s stuffed into your husband's fist near his face. 

A flash of light pink lace… it’s that set you bought last week! 

He’s sniffing it and crushing it in his grasp. Ramming his hand down onto his cock and making obscene moans, all while keeping eye contact with you.

“Is that my–”

“Yes, " he answers quickly.  “Why–why did you hide them from me, baby?”

It’s impossible for you to formulate a coherent sentence while watching the filthy sight unfolding before you. Your husband looking all crestfallen and hurt and furiously fucking his poor flushed dick. 

But if you had the words to explain you’d tell him that you weren’t hiding them, exactly. Most of your lingerie has been gifted to you by your friends. You’d only recently bought that little pink set on your own. Several times you debated surprising Gojo by wearing them one night, but you were too embarrassed to actually go through with it. So you were satisfied by just owning some pretty pieces of clothing to wear for yourself in the mirror every now and then. You never thought your husband would react like this.

“Wear it for me, please,” Gojo begs. And you can’t deny him when he’s asking like this. 

As you go over to him to reach out to pry the lingerie from his grasp, he quickly shakes his head. “No, no. The crotchless blue ones.” 

You raise a brow, because how would he know about that pair? Gojo just gives you a shy smile and watches as you open your dresser and take out that light blue set that matches his eyes. 

You can feel his heated gaze still on you as you slip your clothes off and take your time stepping into the dress. 

When you turn towards Gojo and he gets the full sight of you, his hips stutter and he almost cums right then and there. 

“Fuck–you look beautiful,” he breathes. 

The lingerie in his hand is forgotten and tossed to the floor as he sinks down to his knees and grabs your hips. His lips kiss at the soft flesh between your thighs before he’s parting them and watching as wetness drips from your swollen pussylips. 

“So wet for me,” he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over your clit and making you shiver. “Liked watching me jerk off, huh?”

Your husband nuzzles his nose towards the scent of you and and moans deeply, then he nudges two fingers inside your hole and licks a long stripe up to your clit. He starts sucking and licking and thrusting those fingers in and out of you. Then he’ll pull the fingers completely out and suck your wetness from them before shoving them right back in.

It's like seeing you wearing lingerie gave him some newfound vigor, because he's lapping and sucking you like a man starved. Like he'll die if he stops. And he's intent on showing you that with every motion of his mouth and hands.

When he pulls his head away for a fraction of a second to gulp up some air, you grasp his hair and pull him right back to you. “Keep going, Toru–I’m close,” you huff as you cling to the white strands of his hair for purchase. 

 Gojo obliges, grinning and mumbling about what a ‘needy little thing you are’, and yet he’s the one moaning and bucking his hips into nothing, already pussydrunk from tasting you for a few minutes. 

His hand gripping your hip moves back to your ass so he can push you even closer. And with this new sensation of being all pressed up against his face, you’re cumming, moaning and yanking hard on his hair in a way that he seems to like. 

He finger fucks you through the last waves of his orgasm, then rises to his feet and carries you over to bed. 

Gojo yanks his clothes off and hovers above you with arms on each side. And his eyes widen as he fully drinks in the sight of you laying down before him. Just like he imagined. But better.

 But he’s not moving. He’s not even breathing. 

And this is what you were worried about. Him seeing you like this and not liking it. Your hands instinctively move up to cover yourself but–

“No, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself. I want to see you.” 

Gojo gently moves your hands away, and his own start to roam over you, caressing your body and rubbing you through the material of the lingerie. It’s almost teasing, to have you so covered yet still so exposed. To have you in something only he will see. 

And then he’s kissing you, all hungry and hot and wet, while grinding his dick back and forth through your folds. 

“Toru, put it inside,” you're whining. 

He does, with one, deep thrust that has you gasping and arching your back. He sits inside of you for a bit, allowing you to adjust to the size of him.

“You take me so well, pretty girl,” he murmurs against you. 

And tonight your husband doesn’t fuck you, he makes love to you. All slow and gentle and passionate. Each thrust like a deep kiss into your body. Each touch of his hands tender, adoring graze. Like you might break if he holds you too hard.

The whole time he's whispering and murmuring praises, about how good you feel about how beautiful you look. Rambling a whole mess of words like he's not even aware of what he's saying.

He slides his dick alllll the way in, rolling his hips and rubbing over all your most sensitive spots. And then he dragggs himself out, his veins massaging your walls. 

His thumb travels down to swipe at your clit and it’s all too much–his mouth at your neck, his cock stuffing you full, and his thumb just gently circling until you finally finish and cry out his name. 

And Gojo’s close, too, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering shut but fighting to stay open so he can keep watching you. His hips pull back and you know the second he thrusts into you again he’s going to cum, but you never feel the warm spurts of his release.

Instead, he pulls his dick out completely and aligns it with your stomach, finally shooting his hot ropes of cum all over your belly. He watches in fascination as the sheer blue material darkens in color and clings to your skin, and he starts thrusting his dick back and forth through his own release and spreading it all over your chest. 

You scoff in disbelief when he’s finished, but he stares down at the mess he’s made like it’s a piece of art. 

“W-what the fuck, Satoru? You know I can’t wear this anymore, right?”

Gojo wipes the frown away from your face with a gentle stroke against your cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a thousand more of these sets, baby.” 

your head’s a fucking mess too; your five senses have been dulled down to nothing but the feel of his fat cock sliding in and out of you with wet, sloppy plaps.

you’d think that he’d at least have the decency to try and orient you or hold your hands, but he’s a mess too. pussydrunk. he’s watching the way your pussy swallows him up with each thrust, your folds wrapping around his length and sucking him in deeper. little sprays of fluid come out of you when he drives inside too fast, and if he goes too slow, your pussy flutters around him so pretty. he can’t decide which he likes better.

“you like that dick?” he grunts thoughtlessly, moving one hand off your thigh in between your legs instead so he can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “you like that dick baby? i think she likes it.”

“mngh…w-who?” you babble, bucking your hips into his hand while also fucking yourself onto him, chasing your fast approaching orgasm.

“your pussy. fuck, she loves it. look how well she’s taking me.”

you cry out and hook your legs around his waist, knowing that you’re almost there and that you want him to empty his load into you. nowhere else is satisfactory. “to-jiiiii” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head when he curves his body inward to drive impossibly deeper inside you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot on your frontal wall. “ ‘m cumming!”

toji’s face scrunches up. he resorts to that fast pace that he was stuck on earlier, and pounds into you hard and fast, his curved length battering your soft insides with each wet thrust. he slams his hips into yours one more time, pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves while your pussy hugs his cock, milking the cum straight out of him while you squirt on his dick.

you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.

it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.

but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.

steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.

or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.

you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.

or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.

but no.

your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.

your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.

but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.

some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.

or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.

and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.

but even regular life wasn’t much better.

sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.

but he couldn’t understand this.

on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.

insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.

his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.

but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.

though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.

“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.

whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.

“this is concerning even for you.”

“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”

“no.”

“no?”

“no.”

yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.

“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.

“very.”

“and no way you can breathe.”

“gotten used to it.”

you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.

and you?

this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”