put a ring on it
mdni // are ring kinks a thing?
he didn't consider himself possessive, not really. or, at least, he didn't consider himself more possessive than the average man.
that is, until tonight.
he's accompanying you to a year-end work party. it's not his first time at one of these (he's even become friends with some of your favorite coworkers), but it is the first time he's here as your husband.
there's something about the way you show off him off — flashing your ring and gushing about the wedding to anyone who asks — that has him needing to devour you in every sense of the word. you're his wife, and you're making sure everyone knows that.
it's barely been two hours at this party when you feel his arms snake around your waist, his own wedding band glinting in the light as he moves. he presses a kiss to your temple before leaning close to your ear.
"love," he whispers, voice deep and soft and wanting, "i think it's time for us to head home."
you know that tone. "yeah? right now?"
he nods, squeezing your waist, "right now."
you both make rounds to quickly say your goodbyes before he's practically dragging you to the parking lot. he doesn't even think about the speeding tickets he's probably getting on the drives back, and he honestly couldn't care less. he just needs to get you both home and get you out of that dress.
he's all over you the moment you step through the door.
"oh my— honey— where's all this coming from?" you moan out as he kisses the side of your neck. his hands slide up your dress to grip your waist, bringing your body flush against his.
"can't a man just love his wife?" he asks, before pressing his lips to yours. the kiss is bruising, needy, and has you pulling him impossibly closer.
you eventually make it to the bedroom, clothes discarded somewhere along the way. you're about to take your ring off to place it on the nightstand, like you usually do, before he gently grabs your wrist.
"keep it on," he says.
"it might get scratched."
"i need to feel it."
he guides your hand — the one with your wedding ring on it — to his crotch. his other hand — wearing the ring that matches yours — reaches for your core.
he hisses lightly as the cool metal of your ring touches his painfully hard cock. you start stroking him in time with the circles he's drawing on your clit, making your hips stutter. you spit on his cock, using it as lube to stroke faster, feeling him twitch every time your ring brushes the vein on the underside of his cock.
"that's it baby— fuck— my pretty wife," his fingers move to tease your entrance, "close your eyes, love. focus on feeling it."
you close your eyes and feel him pressing two fingers inside you, making you arch. as he plays with your pussy, massaging the spot that he knows you love, you feel the cool metal of his wedding band at your entrance. you whine, trying to move your hips to get him to go harder, to press deeper.
you can practically hear the smirk through his voice, "you get it now, sweetheart?" he asks, fingering you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel his ring every time he pumps into you.
you nod and open your eyes. his gaze is glued to your pussy, watching how your wetness coats his wedding ring. you rub up his cock, stroking the tip so his precum can coat your band.
"dirty girl," he grins, "wanna walk around with my cum on your fingers?"
"you started it."
"damn right," he groans, "and we're never taking these off."
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bokuto, mattsukawa, semi, tendou, kuroo, hanamaki (hq) // toji, gojo, geto, shiu (jjk) // sylus, caleb (lads)
