Jamie knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew which song you put on repeat when you were upset but too stubborn to admit it. He knew you hated when your hands got cold so you had no choice but to reach out for his. He even remembered the job you swore you’d have when you were eight.

So it was almost insulting that you thought he wouldn’t notice the way your thighs shut when he called you “annoying”.

The way your teeth caught your lips and the way the air shifted before you mumbled a “sorry”.

It baffled him even more that you thought he wouldn’t notice how you started to purposely get on his nerves.

How you would purposefully misbehave in public just to feel his tight grip on your arm as he scolded you for being a “annoying whore.”

How you would laugh a little too hard at his friends when they were over just to see his expression tighten as he called you a slut.

It shocked him how deliberate you were, how you would constantly push his buttons just to get something—anything out of him.

How you’d apologize so sweetly afterwards, a pout forming on your lips as your hole clenched around nothing.

It surprised him really, the way you’d bite your lip when he threatened to make a mess out of you before forming a pout like he hurt your feelings.

Even the way you’d whimper when he threatened to hit you for just being so aggravating.

It surprised him how quickly you’d hide the shift in your legs and a whimper on the verge of spilling out of your throat behind a trembling apology and a carefully crafted frown.

It surprised Husband!Jamie even more how he’d get a boner from it every time.

You surprised him.

And maybe that’s why he loved you as much as he did.

You whined, putting on the best smile you could muster as Jamie gently brushed your hair behind your ear, his cock stretching your mouth open trying its hardest to take him deeper.

“You’re doing so good darling.” He murmured, his words reassuring as your cheeks hallowed around his length. The sloppy wet noises of your spit fill the room as you suck him off.

“Slow baby. We’re in no rush,” Jamie whispered staring down at you. his pupils blown out as he bites back the groans threatening to spill from his throat. His fingers tightening in your hair as your strands bunched between them.

You looked up at him as he pulled you off, your face showing confusion, breathing unsteady, until he stuck his tongue out, signaling for you to mimic him.

Your tongue fell from your mouth, your nose running as spit dribbled down your chin.

His tip feeling like second nature as it tapped against your taste buds before settling deeper. You gagged, your eyes squeezing shut before you hear a calm “Relax sweetheart,” and a sigh as your throat opened.

Your legs squeezed together, cunt clenching as your husband had his way with your throat. His whimpers egging you on, wanting nothing more than to please him in any way he desired.

His hand raised before landing a harsh slap on your delicate skin, forcing a moan and choke out of you. The action repeating a couple of more times before you heard his voice.

“You’re so beautiful like this y/n…so beautiful with your mouth full of my cock.” His words were slow and meaningful, full of warmth as he admired you with nothing but affection in his eyes.

You whimpered, wanting to tell him how much you loved him before hearing a loud moan break from his chest. Your face shoved in front of his pelvis, his scent suffocating, as you felt his hot seed force its way down your throat.

He loosened his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull away from his cock as you coughed, your throat burning as you swallowed the rest of his seed.

You and Jamie’s ragged breaths filled the room as he gently eased two of his fingers into your mouth, nudging you to open wide before pressing them into the back of your throat, making sure you swallowed everything.

“Very good, baby. My sweet wife did so good for me.” His sweaty blonde hair mingled with yours as he kissed your forehead. You nodded, giving him a hazy smile, your throat burning as you watched him pull his pants up, patting your head before leaving your shared bedroom.

You lay back on the bed, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to crawl into your husband’s arms before a glass of water was shoved in your face.

You drank greedily, the water feeling like a breath of fresh air as you felt Jamie crawl into bed beside you, draping his arms over you as he pressed gentle kisses against your skin.

“I love you, Jamie,” You finally whispered. “I love you too darling, and your sweet mouth.” You both chuckled before you turned into his chest, his steady heartbeat the last thing you hear before closing your eyes.