#b.charanon

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Whenever you’re ready, let me know my love. I’d love to fuck a baby into you

- Ushijima

😳 I mean, I start ovulating tomorrow 👉🏻👈🏻 You up for the challenge, handsome?

[anxiousbabybirdb]

he nearly spits out a word of protest the moment your arm comes down to remove his hand- quickly tempering down the lick of heat swirling around in the pit of his stomach when he sees from his peripherals the flash of lace running down your legs before it’s deposited onto his lap.

he simply glances down, a deep, near desperate groan playing in the back of his throat with the gesture, hand eagerly on you the second you settle back-

pads of fingers noisily splitting your folds open for him, middle squeezing past his pointer and ring, sliding down over and over to pet your clit, muscled thighs twitching with the way his cock jumps, being met with wet velvet- hot to the touch, all for him.

you won’t wear anymore panties when we’re out.

ushijima spits, angry at the fact that he can’t touch you, that he can’t sink his big cock into your tight heat- the only form of reassurance he gives himself is the pretty picture of you, legs spread, while he bends you over a bathroom sink, laying claim to you with loads and loads of his cum before walking you around, draped over his arm, cum seeping down shaky legs.

he just might do that.

swallowing harshly, he presses down on your clit before sliding down, catching just an inch of his middle finger inside your cunt-

it’ll make claiming you much easier.

he growls, slick sound of utter wetness following when he slides that inch of calloused digit out, listening eagerly to your pretty cries, above the roar of the engine of his car- above the slick wetness your cunt gives him, trying to work you up- wanting more before noisily sinking in another digit, all in the middle of a pretty beg coming from you.

you said you’re mine, little bird...

ushijima hisses, in reaction to the resistance of your cunt- already struggling to take just two of his fingers, knowing he’s going to break you.

how far would you go for me?

he wonders out loud, curling, flexing his fingers inside, pumping in an out- gaining speed, wanting to slap the palm of him heavy and hard against your clit.

how far?

he asks once more, letting himself look over- grunting at the leak of precum seeping from his head at the sight of you.

— ushijima w.

I can’t breathe. I’ve lost the ability to function. No one look past this line, you don’t need to see me being a whore. Or maybe you do. Voyeur. 

The cry that leaves me at the first touch is nearly animalistic. Your fingers slip past my wet folds and I jerk against your hand as one finger strokes my clit. I whine, trying to be still as you tease deliciously. I look across the car at you, your eyes focused on the road but your mind clearly focused on something else. On me. My eyes drift down to your lap, the white lace contrasting against your dark pants. In the darkness of the car, I can just make out the outline of your cock, hard and thick, on your thigh. My eyes jump back to your face at the command and another rush of heat goes straight to the fire burning where your fingers are setting up residence. 

Yes Sir. No more panties when I’m with you.

Before my eyes I see flashes of possibilities. You, slipping your hand up my dress at any time, just to feel how wet I am for you. Sliding your fingers inside me when no one is looking, your large frame shielding wandering eyes as you take me anywhere you please. Your hand simply resting against me any time you please, a non-sexual act of dominance showing that I belong to you. I’m broken from my thoughts by the feeling of your finger barely slipping past my entrance, stretching me already with only the tip of your finger. My voice cries out loudly, overwhelmed by the intrusion, the thought of you claiming me as yours, and the growl that leaves you. I grip onto your arm, nails digging in through your sleeve, trying to calm my breathing but knowing it’s futile. 

Fuck, Toshi. Please I need-

My whine is cut off, a yelp escaping out at the addition of a second finger, so quick after the first, squeezing your arm harder. My eyes clamp shut as I focus on remembering the breathe. Your fingers stretch the tight walls that are clamping around them, meeting resistance but the slick wetness aiding in your actions. I whine once more and grip tighter to your arm, my eyes open and trained on your face. The clench of your jaw, the bob of your Adam’s apple as your swallow hard, the intense gaze trained on the road.

Yours Sir, all yours. 

The words, the actions of his fingers, it’s proving to be too much, too soon. My hips buck against your large hand, trying to find friction on my clit as your fingers curl inside me, stretching wider. A soft whimper escaping my throat at your musings. I make eye contact with you after you look quickly over me before turning back to the road. The hunger in your eyes clear, making me sink further into the seat and melt against your touch. 

I’d go as far as you asked me Sir. I’m your good girl. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. I belong to you, I’m yours to use as you please. Fuck, I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. Just don’t stop. Please.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

he tries to calm himself with the way your tiny hand moves his own back to the place that he craved to be nestled in, cock now starting to get heavy in his bottoms. his pinky twitches at the feeling of lace, breathing once more picking up.

his hand still on the steering wheel shifts, turning his wrist to read the time on his watch, he knows the drive is going to be at least another twenty minutes and if he wants to make it at the restaurant in time, he can’t afford to pull over, but it’s fine.

wakatoshi knows he can make you cum before then.

looking at the road with a concentrated face, grateful that he’s hit a stop light. he takes a deep breath glancing over at you- seeing the way your face is turned away in what he reads as embarrassment, it’s cute.

wasting no time he brings the hand holding the wheel to your face, gripping your reddened cheeks with a firm grip, voice lowly while he speaks:

all mine?

i’ll make you all mine.

he murmurs eyes hard and piercing, nearly pinning you back to the leather seats with his gaze, leaning in to place a kiss to your pouting lips-

you’ll be good and cum around my fingers. i’ll make you cum, i won’t stop- not until we get there, yes?

he doesn’t give you another option, he’s letting you know what’s going to happen. watching your pretty eyes glaze over, watching you struggle to nod with his hold, knowing his name is about to be whispered, he swiftly corrects it-

yes, sir.

it leaves his own mouth with authority, knowing you would never question it, you’ll be good for him, he knows it.

the light turns green and he pulls away from you reluctantly, hand shifting to part your legs with a stern hand, crazed with the thought that he’s going to have a taste of you- knowing time is precious here, groaning when thick fingers immediately come down to press against that undoubtedly pretty lace he came into contact with early, cock now fully throbbing in his slacks, hard and slung over his thigh while he pets you, you’re wet- and he knows he’s going to have the time of his life with you, knows he can’t wait until he can make you cry and scream around something other than his thick, long, and calloused fingers, but that can wait for now.

so wet already- all for me, just like you said. right my little bird?

— ushijima w.

No one look at me for I am Olaf in Summer, simply a puddle on the floor from the way this melted me. Domme? We don’t know her. We only know sub B the little bird.

A whimper escapes me when your other hand finds my face, gripping my cheeks and forcing my eyes to meet yours. The sheer size of your hand allowing you to engulf most of my face and the look in your eyes showing a dominance I had never seen before except when you were on the court. I whine again at your words, the deep timber striking a chord deep within me. I whisper out the words, muffled from the way you’re holding my cheeks.

All yours Toshi. 

Your eyes, locked with mine, bore through me. I feel as though you can see into me, see every thought and desire I have. You can see exactly how much I want this, want you, reflected in my eyes. My lips part slightly in a gasp as my eyes get lost in yours, so much so that I hardly notice you leaning in. Your lips press to mine and my body is suddenly ablaze, heat that starts where our lips meet and courses throughout me. My eyes flutter closed, focusing on your lips. You pull away too soon and a quiet whimper leaves me, the chaste kiss only leaving me more desperate for you. My eyes open slowly, glazed over slightly, focusing on the words you say. The words that have my body clenching around nothing, a throbbing between my thighs that is quickly becoming unbearable. Behind my eyes, I see visions of everything you say and I can’t cease the louder whine that escapes me at the images flashing through my mind. I try to nod, motion hindered by your hand. When I try to answer your question, I’m promptly cut off by the commanding tone before I can utter a single syllable. The firm tone and drop in your voice has me shrinking back, impossibly turned on by the command. My voice comes out barely over a whisper as I melt under your gaze.

Yes, Sir. 

You begin to drive and I spread my thighs wider for you as your hand moves up my dress once more. My thighs are already quivering with anticipation. I allow a groan to slip past my lips the same time you do as your fingers press firmly against the lace covering me. My hand nearest the car door grips onto the door handle, desperate for a way to ground myself. My other hand slids up your arm, gripping onto your bicep as your fingers stroke over the wet lace. My mind is racing a mile a minute, desperation present as another involuntary whine leaves my throat. All I can think about is having your fingers shove the lace aside and plunge into me roughly. 

Yes Sir. I’m so wet and it’s all for you. I’m always wet for you Sir. Please touch me, please, I need you to touch me. 

My voice cracks at the end, the words nothing more than a whining beg for more. I catch your eyes briefly as you look over at me, my face and chest flushed, eyes wide and chest heaving. I remove my hands from the door handle and your arm, taking a tiny bit of initiative. I push your hand away for a moment, ignoring the growl that leaves you at my defiance. I reach under my dress and grip the sides of the white lace and start tugging them down. I raise up slightly to pull them off and slide them down my thighs, over my knees, and off of my legs. I reach over and lay the scrap of lace on your thigh and then my hand grabs your free hand. I guide it back between my legs, this time, nothing in your way as your fingers approach where I crave friction. My voice pleads with you, nearly a cry at how much I need you.

Please Sir, I need you so badly. I need you to touch me. Please, touch me Sir.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

hi pretty bird, saw you flying by — decided to come and see where your pretty little song led me.

— @meianshugo

Hello handsome, it’s nice to meet you. I’m B, but you’re more than welcome to continue calling me little bird. I quite like hearing you say it. I must say I was surprised to see you stopping by. I’m a rather big fan of your team, especially their handsome Captain 😉 I have some ideas of where my song could lead you if you’re interested darlin’.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Have you ever thought about just how far my cock could reach down your throat? Personally I have. Have you ever thought about how much of a struggle it would be to keep taking me as deep down your throat as you can while you sit on my face and I dive my tongue into that pretty little cunt of yours? Whatever you do, don't think about how far I can get my tongue in there because I promise you I can go even further than that. Poor thing, you're going to have a hell of a time being so small compared to me, but I'll make sure to help you out and thrust into your mouth when I feel you need the help. Have you ever thought about crushing my head with your thighs, because I have, and I am currently. I'm also thinking about how cute you're going to look trying to swallow every drop of my cum because you know that's what i like to see, but its just so hard to when you're cumming all over my face at the same time. Have you ever thought about how that wouldn't be the first time you came, and it certainly won't be the last? Have you ever thought about how overstimulated you're going to feel when i flip us over, pin you down, kiss my way around your body until we're face to face, and begin to finally slip inside that pretty little hole I crave day in and day out? Well, have you? I bet you have, because you're a good little raven. My good little raven.

Sadist. There were too many questions so I made sure separate them out and answer them all. You get a readmore too. Also call me that more often, it made me all happy and soft 🥺 Especially the 'my' in front of it.

Tonight's Game

Have you ever thought about just how far my cock could reach down your throat?

Yes

Have you ever thought about how much of a struggle it would be to keep taking me as deep down your throat as you can while you sit on my face and I dive my tongue into that pretty little cunt of yours?

No

Have you ever thought about crushing my head with your thighs?

Yes

Have you ever thought about how that wouldn't be the first time you came, and it certainly won't be the last?

Yes

Have you ever thought about how overstimulated you're going to feel when i flip us over, pin you down, kiss my way around your body until we're face to face, and begin to finally slip inside that pretty little hole I crave day in and day out?

Yes

Well, have you?

YES.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

i used a apple as a chair and when i got up...it was gone but my booty hurts

Lev, sweetie, we’re you wearing pants when you sat on the Apple?

[anxiousbabybirdb]

there’s no words that he could say to explain the feeling simmering in his chest right now. watching with lidded eyes as you twirl before him, the dress he picked out- the dress you look absolutely wonderful in adorning your body.

he steps forward before he can stop himself, hands coming down to smooth the material running down your sides.

fuck.

wakatoshi can only grumble- he indulges in this moment. it was unwise of him to think that he could ever keep his touch to himself, knowing you’d look absolutely breathtaking in this dress.

beautiful-

leaning down, his lips just barely press to the heat of your cheek, giving himself this, just this before pulling away, giving you a final squeeze with rough fingers.

a smile plays on his lips, offering you his arm while he proudly walks you to his car, opening the door and making sure you’re inside before walking to the drivers side. his car is sleek and black, his knowing it drips money and having you sat pretty and dolled up all for him only has his cock twitch harder.

you’re beautiful.

wakatoshi whispers once more, hand planted on the headrest of your seat to pull out- all before planting his palm to your thigh, the other gripping his steering wheel, trying to keep himself in check, jaw clenching hard- knuckles nearly white. all he has to do is get you two there safely, knowing being so close to you was slowly chipping away at his restraint.

thank you for joining me, my pretty bird.

— ushijima w.

I got stuck on the sentence about his car and having me dolled up and his cock twitching for the past 16 hours since I first read this 💙🥺

My cheeks flush once more under your intense stare and the expletive. A small gasp escapes my lips as your hands smooth down my sides, my body aching for you to keep touching me, my knees already going weak. Your lips against my cheek sets fire to my skin, every nerve ending of my body alight from your lips. 

Thank you ‘Toshi. You look so handsome today. Well, every day. You always look good. 

I smile softly at you as you pull back, the smile on your lips making my heart skip a beat. I take your arm in mine, delighting in the feel of you so close to me. ‘It’s not enough’ I think before halting that train of thought. I allow you to help me into the car, looking up at you before you shut the door, wide smile as I offer you a quick ‘Thank you’. I use the 15 seconds of solitude between you shutting my door and opening your own to attempt composing myself, trying to calm my racing heart and cool the blush of my cheeks. Any composure regained is promptly discarded when you seat yourself behind the wheel, large frame leaning back in the seat and planting your hand next to my head, as you whisper to me. My voice is quiet, the smile on my face soft and sincere, delighted to have your praise. 

Thank you ‘Toshi. I mean it, you’re too sweet to me.

The hand placed on my thigh has me fighting a sharp intake of breath, the large palm resting comfortably against my skin from where the dress has ridden up. Your words come out tense, stiff and I look to see you clenching your jaw.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be darling.

I lay my hand atop yours, smiling subtly at the difference in size, yours large and mine very small. I rub my fingers and thumb over your hand, massaging it gently, trying to ease the tension in it. I trace shapes onto your hand, spelling my name with a single finger against the top of your hand, smiling to myself. I look up and notice how your jaw is clenched and your shoulders seem tense. I have a quick internal argument with myself but after a moment, I steel my own nerves and reach my hand out to softly caress your cheek before resting my hand on your shoulder. I give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

I really can’t thank you enough for inviting me out tonight. And for spoiling me, you’re amazing ‘Toshi, you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble just for me. I’m just excited to spend time with you tonight.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

Hey there little one, I've heard you were thinkin' about me, it better be nothin' too dirty now baby. Youre much to sweet for that aren't you? my little darlin' you'd be so cute on my thigh, fit so nice too. Let me ruin that little innocent facade for you alright? let you sit on my cock while I watch you hm. Bet you'd love it. - @official-daichisawamura

Hello handsome. I have been thinking about you a whole lot lately. I can’t lie to you either, my thoughts have been a little more (a lot more) on the dirty side. I am sweet but I just can’t help these very impure thoughts, not when it comes to you, and certainly not when you walk around looking the way you do. I just want to touch you. To have you touch me. To feel your skin against mine and your fingertips tracing over me or gripping tightly, leaving marks to show I belong to you. I’d happily sit on your thigh, arms wrapped around your neck and kissing you sweetly while I tried to control myself, tried to stop myself from moving on your thigh.

You’re right Daichi, I would love it, so much. I’d be good for you, follow your guidance as I sink down onto you and you watch. You’d help me though, right? When it all gets to be too much and I think you won’t fit, you’ll help me and make sure I take you all, right? I’ll be a good girl and take you fully but I need your help, need you to teach me, I’m too inexperienced to do it on my own. You want to ruin my innocent facade, but it’s not a facade my love. I am innocent, and sweet. But feel free to ruin me, I’m begging, please ruin me.

I just want to be your good girl Daichi.