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don't forget to drink water, be kind, and dismantle the government

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“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Is so fucking hot during sex but I raise you

“This is so fucking wrong.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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✽ WHEN IT'S TOO BIG PT. 1 ⸺ ₍ JJK ! ₎

how each jujutsu kaisen men ( gojo, toji, nanami ) navigate the trials and tribulations of having a huge dick.

★ [N]SFW CONTENT + fem!reader + huge cocks obs + size kink + overstimulation + fingering + cunnilingus + tummy bulge + mocking + praise kink + light degradation ( slut ) + dumbification + breeding kink + sex toys + spitting + petnames ( baby, princess, sweetheart, sweet girl, pup/puppy ) + collaring + deepthroating + gagging.

PART 2. ( choso, geto, sukuna ) coming out on December 21th.

★ GOJO didn't know he had a big dick. he was actually quite surprised when you looked up at him with wide eyes after pulling down his boxers after a steamy makeout session in the bathroom during a house party.

"what's wrong?" he asked, completely unaware as to why you're looking up at him with a puzzled expression, both curious and scared.

he sucks on a breath when you wrap your hand around it, your eyes glistening when you notice your fingers don't touch, licking your lips before giving him a shy lick from the base to the tip. satoru's hand flies to your head, not sure of what to do when he has the prettiest girl on her knees right in front of him coating his cock with saliva.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. you look so hot like that."

you open your mouth so you can slip the tip in, sliding on your warm tongue as you close your lips around it, sucking the head as you'd to a lollipop and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. needless to say, satoru ends up cumming all over your face while apologizing and saying how perfect you are, watching you suck his massive dick was enough for him to fall in love and only a week later you have a big ring around your finger.

★ TOJI is definitely a little mean about it, even though he tries to hide it with praise and soft touches, rubbing your sides up and down as he watches you sinking down on his cock, your little hands gripping his shoulders for dear life.

"that's it, baby, nice and slow for me, okay?" your bite your lip at his hoarse voice, thighs shaking as you try to balance yourself.

it has been almost 30 minutes of a makeout session, toji eating you out and stretching you the best he could with his fingers and you're still not able to slip more than just the head of his cock inside of you.

"nnghh, i c-can't!" you pout at your boyfriend, watching him do the same and following with a cruel chuckle.

"aw, little baby can't take a big cock in her pussy?" he mocks, lifting you off him with ease and pushing you gently so you're lying in the bed. "spread your legs nice and wide, baby. since you can't do it properly i'll help, okay?" he reassures, the back of his fingers briefly brushing your cheek in a loving way.

you do as he say, hooking your hands under your knees and pulling them to your chest.

"look at this poor little cunt, it's about time i show you what it's capable of."

★ NANAMI is probably one of the nicest about it. man knows he's packing and felt the need to tell you early into your relationship with him while making out, he almost didn't say anything because you kept humping his thigh and kissing his neck, he didn't want to ruin the vibe.

since then you both have to dedicate yourselves during foreplay. kento is always kind enough to put a pillow under your butt so you're in the right angle for him, not using lube is not an option, he makes sure he coats his fingers really well before inserting them in your pussy, thrusting them in and out while his other hand takes care of your clit, thumb rubbing quick circles on it.

"gonna make you cum really good, sweet girl," he breathes, his boxers suddenly feeling too tight at the scene in front of him, hungry eyes watching your cunt swallowing his fingers. 

you complain a little bit when he presses the head into your entrance, feeling the stretch always makes tears to bloom in the corner of your eyes, you bottom lip is caught between your teeth as nanami’s hand reaches for your hand, entangling his fingers with your yours. it fills you up so well and by the time he's entirely inside you he softly grabs your hand, pressing it agaisnt your lower abdomen.

"see that, baby? i'm all up inside your tummy."

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sibling au nation we are so back

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continuation of this.

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who offers to teach you how to give a blowjob so that you can get some ‘practice’ for if you ever decide to do it to other guys.

imagine his big hand tangling in the back of hair, guiding your curious face closer to his lap as he sits with his lanky legs sprawled out in a manspread atop the couch. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he praises, even though all you’ve actually done so far is simply kneel before him. “do you wanna take it out now? these pants are feeling awfully tight, y’know.”

“o-okay, toru.” you hum, slowly trailing your fingers up his clothed thighs to give the waistband of his sweatpants a small tug while his gentle but firm grip on your hair keeps your gaze locked with his the entire time.

and it’s impossible to hide your reaction of wide-eyed surprise once you realize he’s not even wearing any underwear today, his bare cock slapping against his abdomen once freed and causing your thighs to instinctively press together with how big it is.

“it’s okay to touch it, sweetheart,” satoru coos with a soft grin, wrapping a hand of his own around the base and angling it forward so the leaking head taps teasingly against your heated cheek. “promise ‘lil toru doesn’t bite.”

shaking your head to pull yourself from your daze, you lean down and brush an experimental kiss against the pinkish tip of his cock, earning a deep groan from your bestfriend as a reward.

“mmm… doing s’good for me already,” he encourages, peering down at you through messy white bangs with undeniable tenderness dancing in his bright gaze. “try giving it a little lick too, yeah?”

but unfortunately, satoru doesn’t end up getting much teaching done at all when he can’t stop himself from cumming after just a few laps of your soft tongue along his length — oops!

but it’s fine… because the two of you can just keep trying until he actually lasts long enough to show you the ropes for real, right?

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I feel like sukuna would LOVE eating pussy

And I mean it.

He’s spent hours there if he could- or more if you’d let him, because he sure as hell could. Pussy juice is the only thing about humans he can’t get by killing them, and he hated how addictive it was. So hed settle for having you sit prettily on one of his many mouths, preferably his belly mouth but god he loved getting rough with you. Having you sprawled out underneath him, two hands holding each of your ankles and the other two holding your squirming hips to keep his mouth against you sobbing hole, licking at it and sucking at your clit with favor while letting his tongue explore your folds and the outline of your pussy lips, dipping his tongue back into your cunt and shoving it as deep as he could to get his share of his meal. And no, don’t even think about getting a break, each and every whine of yours was met with a „quit whining woman, lips are meant to be kissed“ or a „let me eat in peace, don’t disturb me brat“ or simply giving a small smack to your inner thigh. And it never ends with just two rounds, he always, always gets his fair share of pussy

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75% of writing is convincing yourself that your story is worth it

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thinking of dilf!toji who tells you he doesn't want any more kids whilst he's balls deep in your pussy.

“look at yer sloppy cunt drooling all over my dick," toji groans lowly from above you, the pads of his fingers giving your swollen, aching clit a harsh smack. "you wanna take my cum, baby?"

after having megumi, toji swore to himself that he would never have any more kids. he's been through it once too many times; sleepless nights and fussy cries. at least that's what he tells you. but fuuuuck is his dick telling you something else.

he has you in a nasty mating press. his thrusts are unrelenting and rough, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he brutally fucks you deep into the mattress. his slick covered fingers come up and squish your cheeks, causing your glossy lips to smack together into a slobbering pout. "answer me, girl."

"mmph! yes— toooji!" your cunt greedily swallows his mean, mean cock, stretching to accommodate his overwhelming size. you can feel the calluses on his fingers as he teasingly drags his hand down your throat, squeezing it enough for you to let out a mewl, before his other hand is groping your chest and he uses his nails to trace around your puffy nipples.

"look so fuckin' pretty like this... too bad you ain't takin my cum, huh?"

toji can't help the arrogant smirk that tugs at his scarred lips at the sight of you writhing and crying beneath him when he stills with a wet squelch. the sight of your dazed eyes and the fat globs of tears clinging to your lashes makes his already hard cock throb inside of you, nudging your sensitive gummy walls. his large hands grab the back of your thighs and he leans over you, forcing them further apart and into a wide 'v' shape.

"hear that? think she's beggin' for me to fill her up," he delivers a punishing slap to the globe of your ass. "nasty girl."

despite his earlier words and promised thoughts, more often than not, he finds himself imagining what you'd look like with your tummy round and swollen. the thought only stirs his cock more and his hips are slamming into you once again, penetrating your sopping wet cunt that's already eagerly sucking him in.

another kid couldn't hurt, right?

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HOT HORROR GIRL WALK

The Craft (1996) Ginger Snaps (2000) Jennifer's Body (2009) Lisa Frankenstein (2024)

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Boyfriend kuna who has the pleasure of meeting your giant domesticated cat that looks exactly like him (but no one actually sees the resemblance except you..)

"That fucker is big. You sure it's not some wild feral cat?"

"Don't call him a fucker! And he's not feral... not anymore, at least."

Kittykuna seems indifferent to your cooing and doting as he remains in a loaf position, and something about the scene feels strangely familiar...

Kittykuna makes eye contact with sukuna - and then hisses.

"... i can see that he's certainly friendly."

"Oh, dont be like that. It took me ages to get close to him as well."

Kittykuna seems very protective of you. Whenever you're lounging about in the living room, he will curl up on your lap or in your arms, and make biscuits on your plush body while making eye contact with sukuna, purring. It mildly pisses him off, but he can't make it known that he's even remotely jealous of a cat.

They clash a lot, you often hear sukuna cursing under his breath and verbally chastising your cat, but their harmless beef and the way he will sometimes return with little scratches or bite marks on his arms make you laugh so hard. It takes a few weeks for them to warm up to each other.

It's very entertaining to watch kittykuna obscure sukuna's vision with his tail when he's lying down to watch tv. He takes his revenge later on by pretending to give him treats, only to hover it away from him. You have to intervene in the end, to scold him for teasing your cat too much.

Sukuna then comes up with a brilliant idea of getting a second cat.

"Don't you think it's a bit boring for him being alone in the house all the time?"

"Really? I don't know... he can be a bit territorial, I'm worried he won't get along with a new cat well."

"Never know 'til we try it."

And then, well, sukuna ends up bringing another cat home. Of course, you don't notice it, but she resembles you.

It takes time to properly and slowly introduce the new cat to your home and to kittykuna. They're both very cautious of each other at first. But you soon see the ice melting, with them gradually becoming comfortable enough to be in the same room, to sharing toys, eating meals together, and then finally beginning to groom each other.

In fact, you find that they soon become inseparable. You've never seen kittykuna become so clingy before. It's like every other day that you see him licking the other cat's fur in his arms, while it purrs contently with her eyes closed.

Sukuna seems proud of himself.

"What did i tell you? He was lonely."

"You didn't say lonely. You said bored," you correct him, crossing your arms.

"Whatever you say, princess."

Watching the cats be all lovey dovey makes him feel like doing the same...

Months later, it soon comes to your attention, that the newer kitty has gained a bit of weight. When you and sukuna take her to the vet (to kittykuna's displeasure) you find out that she is pregnant.

The gasp you let out is dramatic, and sukuna can only laugh as he shakes his head.

"The two of you have been up to naughty things while we weren't watching..." you tell the cats with your hands on your hips. You should've seen it coming, from the way kittykuna always seemed to mount the new cat possessively.

Though you are really excited to see the newborn kittens soon...

"Leave them be. In fact, don't you think they're good role models for us...?" Sukuna recites in your ear teasingly, deeply chuckling.

"I don't know what you mean..."

I suppose you're about to find out exactly what he means tonight...

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 prt3. ϝƚ Sυƙυɳα

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warnings: read at your own risk! rough sexual themes, I can't warn enough it's sukuna.

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001: All he wants to hear are those pretty moans mixed with curses and swears while you fight his grip

002: Serialkiller!Sukuna finally catches his prey. He's been chasing for so long. Why not play with his food?

003: Suukuna stays silent whenever you run your mouth because the knows at the end of the day, you're being gagged by his length begging for mercy

004: Being his concubine isn't easy. Your hand slaps over your mouth because he doesn't like noise, but the screams don't muffle.

005: He'd say he just wants you on his lap. The next thing you know, his dick is abusing your hole. Whether you like it or not, you have to sit through it

006: He's got his bratty little spoiled princess arching at his fingertips to show her she's only being allowed to be a brat. And he can take that away at any time.

007: Imagine it's Sukuna's two dicks penetrating you at the same time because you said you could handle it.

008: Even if you were flowing, he wouldn't stop. He would continue to 'conquer' your pussy till he's won. (he won the moment he saw you.)

009: Sukuna is playful. He'd allow you to run, but it doesn't mean he's going to stop. Your constant reminder you'd never win.

010: Sukuna would let you get off on his feet just to remind you of your status below him. Even then, he would humilate you more by doing this in front of your family whose pleading for him not to burn their village.

011: Report card on the floor as your step dad disciplines you. A senior should let be having such grades.

012: Sukuna's grip is inescapable. Running away from the hand that feeds you, while his other hand binds you so you won't go anywhere.

wlm?: Sukuna usually has more than one girl on him to satisfy himself. Regardless, you'd always be his favourite. You still have to share, though.

014: Uruame went through the trouble of preparing you. Only for you to embarass them in front of sukuna.

rezitio. if you didn't like my shit scroll! uncessary bs of warnings already put our there would be deleted after a warning. Continously would result in a block. Bye mlss!!

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Everyone was like “man that’s fucked up. That’s too far” when like neji beat up hinata or gaara broke a bunch of lee’s bones. But nobody said shit when shino literally filled a guy’s arms with bugs. Like if I was in the chunin exams forget the demon possession shit that half of those kids have going on. The moment I saw bugs crawl out of shino’s face I would be like you know. Maybe the ninja life isn’t for me.

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Carving

been a very long time since I've done a full rendering

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It's been said better than I can ever say it but you numbskulls have to stop doing the whole "public sex is fucking gross and bad" schtick, your disgust for the human body and it's natural processes is such a disturbingly scary thing. "Public sex" in the United States as a concept is used to shame, harass and destroy what lives the homeless have. They are already stripped of their safety and privacy and now they're not allowed to do the basic things you love to do because they have no walls to protect them.

In the past "public sex" laws were specifically created to harass gay people, "public sex" included hotels, cars, bathhouses, anywhere a gay person could try to have *private sex you'd never see* was called "public sex" and the police would crack down on them, pushing gay people into bathrooms and parks and other places similar.

It goes without saying that these things are amplified for gay/homeless people of color, I think it goes without saying that black people would be terrorized using "public sex" laws. If you don't know this, plz go back to your elementary school history class.

"Public sex" is a code for conservative bigoted ideas and you bought it hook, line and sinker. You will go your whole life *never* seeing someone fuck in "public," it is statistically unlikely. The people out there doing this stuff in "public" (by and large the homeless) don't really want you around for it either. "I don't mean all that I just don't want to see the gross cishet guy fucking his kinky girlfriend" you won't see them either and disguising your disgust as the Spector of the abusive kink cis does not make you any less of patsy. Your disgust is not inherently moral and you need to mind your own damn business.

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( ୨ৎ. husband!nanami kento x wife!reader. . .ᐟ

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, fingering, teaching a lesson through sex, ditzy reader) - also on ao3!

nanami kento, who wears his wedding ring everywhere.

he never takes it off, he doesn't dare to. why would he? 

it symbolises the promise you two made to each other, the love you have and continue to share— of course he wants to show it off to the whole world.

you’ll never find him without it, golden band always snug around his ring finger when he showers, when he cooks, when he cleans, when he works...

which is why he's so disappointed to find yours teetering on the edge of the bathroom sink.

steam sticks to the mirror, blurrily framing the disappointment on his face as he picks up your ring, turning his head to look at you, watching you ransack your shared wardrobe for clothes to wear tonight.

"darling, are you forgetting something?"

he watches you snap your head around, drops of water still dripping from your recently showered body, mouth forming an 'o' out of shock as you realise what he's holding.

"oh!" you rush towards him, outstretching your left hand once you reach him so he can slip the ring back onto where it belongs, smiling bashfully up at him. "sorry, it must've slipped my mind."

you don't miss the frown that deepens on kento’s face at your careless gesture, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss, your way of apologising for the mistake. "don't be upset, ken. it won't happen again."

oh but it does, and even though kento knows deep down that these are simple mistakes, he can't stop the pit that forms in his stomach whenever he finds your ring abandoned at your work desk, or the kitchen counter, or even slipped forgetfully into your bag.

he tries his best not to let it irk him, instead resorting to reminding you each time he finds your ring somewhere other than on your finger, making sure to slip it back where it's meant to be with as much love and care as the day you first exchanged rings and vows.

his resolve crumbles the moment gojo opens up his stupid mouth.

“woah, trouble in paradise?”

kento’s shoulders stiffen at the light-hearted way your coworker comments on your lack of ring, standing at your doorway holding lunch for the both of you as he watches you laugh it off with a wave of your ring-less hand, explaining your forgetfulness and immediately starting to look for the tiny trinket.

“darling,” kento speaks slowly from the other side of the room, announcing his arrival at the same time he flashes you with the item you were looking for. 

you don't seem to notice his clenched teeth and narrowed gaze as you happily walk over to him, allowing him to slip your ring back on before placing a kiss to his cheek in thanks, the maximum amount of affection you dare to show in your workplace. 

it hadn't dawned on him until then that he wasn't the only one that would notice your missing ring, wondering nervously as he finished up that day’s work just how many of your friends had noticed, whether the girls you normally went out and drank with assumed that he was a terrible husband, that there was indeed some trouble in paradise, that you were stuck in a loveless marriage instead of the obvious: that you were just forgetful.

he tries not to show his upset later that night when he finally arrives home, but as the dutiful and perfect wife you are, you notice immediately. you ask him what's wrong, offer to cook him his favourite dish, hold him in bed like you usually do whenever he feels down, tell him you’re there for whatever he might need and want…

“but… what I need… is to remind you how important this is to me,”

you watch as he catches your left hand in his, bringing it up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss to the warm metal, amber eyes staring deep into yours during his action. 

you smile, moving said hand to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones. “I know how important it is, ken…”

despite your sweet coo and love-filled gaze, kento knows, deep down, that you need a reminder. 

“of course you do, angel,” he sighs, leaning closer into your space as his eyes trace your unforgettable features, drinking in your lovestruck expression. “but I feel that lately, it’s been slipping your mind. don’t you think that, as your husband, it’s my duty to make sure you never forget?”

your husband's ring feels cold against your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth his fingers are radiating as they slip through your sopping folds, collecting your dripping essence like a prize as his chapped lips press sloppy kisses all over your neck.

you can't stop the noises that leave you at the teasing, fleeting touches, eyelids drooping closed in pleasure as his other hand plays around with your chest, nimble fingers grabbing and tugging at your nipples in tandem with his other hand’s movements, sending rushes of overstimulating pleasure throughout your tired body. 

you're unaware of how many times he’s made you cum so far, the towel he’d oh so graciously placed beneath you thoroughly soaked thanks to his continuing ministrations, yet all you can focus on is the strange but welcome feeling of his ring pressing against your most intimate parts, bumping against your clit with every movement from his nimble hand and sending jolts of pleasure through your spent self, though you assume that this was your husband’s desired effect all along. 

“you’re doing so, so good, angel,” his voice rasped against your ear, harmonising with the squishing sounds your poor cunt was making, every touch to your clit making your body lurch and quiver, the feeling overwhelming. “c’mon, one more, alright? or have you already learned your lesson?”

lesson? you think as you feel his ring finger slip into you along with his middle and index, cunt loose enough to accommodate all three and hopefully his cock after this “lesson”. 

“w- won't take it off again, ken, pr-promise,” you gasp out, arching your back against his chest and pressing your rump against his very hard erection, which he'd been neglecting in order to get you to this point. 

you feel his fingers curl, hitting your g-spot perfectly like they had times before, but he didn't relent like you'd expected him to. 

“k-ken?”

“that's not all.” 

you whine out in confusion, hips moving along with his fingers despite the need to give your body a break, chasing the high that your mind oh so wanted but body couldn't exactly reach. 

“b-but-”

“it's not just about wearing the ring, darling,” kento started to explain, showing off his amazing dexterity by continuing to play with your tits with one hand while still fingering your pussy with his left, pressing a sweet kiss against your tear stained cheek. “no, if it was about that, this would've been over way more quickly.” 

you can feel a different sort of pressure start to build up in the lower parts of your tummy as he paused, legs shaking from the disturbance and in warning of what was to come if kento keeps doing his thing, though by the looks of it, he was nowhere close to stopping. 

he stays silent, allowing you to realise that he was really waiting for you to answer, as if you were both immersed in a casual conversation and he hadn't just melted your brain with just his fingers, and you force yourself to speak despite the mind numbing pleasure. 

“wh- oh god! what's it a-about, ken…?” you mewl, hips raising each time he pumps his fingers inside, almost like you were trying to ride him since his cock was still tucked away inside his slacks, his palm rutting deliciously against your clit with every movement. 

you hear him stifle a groan as your hips start to move, torturing himself as well as you by not bothering to help himself, too focused on your pleasure to act on his own, pressing his lips to the spot under your ear in an attempt to muffle the whimpers that were threatening to escape him. 

“k-ken?” you half-questione, half-moan, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder and focusing your blurry gaze on your husband's flushed face, drinking in the gorgeous expression he was sporting. 

“darling,” he lets out breathlessly, brown eyes darting down to meet your own, hands still not relenting in their attack despite his pause in speech, trying to compose himself before speaking once more. “it's- fuck, I… I want you to remember why you wear it, honey. who put it on your finger, who you belong to...”

he shudderd as one of your moans rings out throughout the dark room, not helping him in the slightest as he tries his best to fight against the urge to flip you over and fuck you like the both of you deserved. 

“who I belong to,” the strokes of his fingers grow deeper and more attentive, attacking your g-spot relentlessly as you writhe in his arms, his loving yet possessive words sending tremors throughout your body. 

“oh, kento…”

he exhales shakily at the moan of his name, letting his head fall forwards to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to ground himself, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a shudder. 

“you're not going to- fuck, let this go, a-are you?” you manage to whisper out cheekily, hips and body still moving subconsciously on his fingers. 

“not a chance, my love,” 

kento moves slightly, adjusting your body so you're pressed even more impossibly closer to him, ass still perched against his hardened cock, member twitching and spitting out pre against his dampening slacks with each movement from your almost drunk body, high of pleasure and doing whatever it can to reach that high kento had seemed to have promised before. 

“I'll make sure you never want to take this off again—” he starts, and you gasp out in horror as his fingers slide out of you, lifting his soaked hand up to your chest, giving you a few seconds to panic before quickly replacing it with his other hand, nipples softening at the sudden lack of stimulation. 

to accentuate his point, his left hand, the one where he proudly displays his ring, the one that's covered in your juices and almost pruny due to the amount of time spent playing with your wetness, finds your own, carefully intertwining your fingers together and showing off both of your rings. 

“—not because you're afraid of forgetting, no…” 

you shudder as his other hand resumes the work his other had been doing, immediately feeling that intense need of release come back, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in order to listen to your husband better, not wanting to interrupt him, especially when he was like this— disheveled, flushed, with tiny whines escaping his chapped lips with every press of your ass against his crotch. 

“but, because every time you look at it—”

you can feel it building up, your release at the tip of your fingers, but not exactly like all the other times before, so you know what's coming. 

it's not the first time kento's gotten you to this point. he's exceptionally proud of it, obviously. no one before him had ever gotten you to squirt before, and evidenced by the rings that were currently getting dirty in your juices, no one but him ever would. 

his fingers quicken their pace inside you, attacking your g-spot with force before suddenly moving up to give your clit the same treatment, pinching and rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves in an expert manner, knowing exactly what to do to get you to that oh so delicious release. 

you raise your hips in preparation for it, pressure building up in your most intimate parts as you moan and cry out your husband's name, his mind crumbling with every sound you make, trying to stay on track. 

his mouth opens in awe as you grab onto his hand tighter, vision going white as you finally reach your climax, voice getting caught in his throat at the beautiful sigh of you coming undone on his fingers, love-filled eyes drinking in every single inch of your trembling bare body, release-soaked fingers still rubbing at your cunt rapidly.

he chuckles as you try to move away from his touch once it becomes too much, apologising silently for the overstimulation with a kiss to your sweaty temple, before finally finishing his speech. 

“—you’ll think of this.”