#b.ushijima

[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]

B x Ushijima 💙

[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]

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]

there’s no doubt absolute pride rolling off him in waves while he parades you all the way to the table- eyes looking down at how beautiful draped over his arm, he wanted to meet the eyes of everyone you two passed by, wanted to smirk and glare, challenging anyone to look too hard at your beautiful form- that was all reserved for him.

sitting across from him ushijima quickly realized how he itched to hold you, barely contempt with holding your hand- it’s the only thing typing him over, wanting so badly to sit you on his lap, to close any and all distance from your bodies and revel in the warmth, wanted to dip fingers in any and all curves, wanted so bad to worship your body like you deserved, but the mention of you and him visiting a taco truck piqued his interest, lips curling up slightly as he grumbled out a chuckle- deep voice making it sound a lot more sinister than it really was.

i like tacos- but i’m afraid i can’t help but want to shower you in luxuries, little bird.

thick thumb rubs circles everywhere it reaches, seeing the waitress walk by with menus, but he already knows what he wants- orders wine and steak, something filling, knowing it’ll be a long night with you, his gaze pinned on you while he speaks- only looking away to actually acknowledge the waitress, waiting for you to order.

the thoughts of what he was going to do to you in the bathroom weighed heavy, wondering if even you knew what was to come. it was all an appetizer for what he would do back at his place, knowing you deserved to be explored and made dumb for his cock on plush sheets and expensive bedding, what was going to happen in the bathroom was to simply curve a sharp need- to stave him off of you.

you’re beautiful.

he whispers once you order, grip tightening just a little more against your hand- the other once reaching to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, touch lingering just a second, forefinger curling under your chin as his thumb swiped a bit of lipstick you missed, wanting to lick it off but settling for sticking the same thumb into his mouth.

and mine- all mine.

— ushijima w.

No one look at me, I am a puddle of love and affection right now. I want to cuddle this man (and this mod) so fucking much. 

My stomach does flips at the thought of you spoiling me like this all the time. Lavish dates like this, while unnecessary, did make me feel good. It was only our first date, and yet, you made me feel cherished, loved, safe, protected already. A hundred adjectives couldn’t describe the way you made me feel. Your thumb rubs smooth circles on my hand and I smile warmly at our hands before my eyes make contact with yours.

I suppose I have no choice to allow you to spoil me, but you’ll have to let me spoil you back in other ways.

The waitress breaks my focus on you and I wave away the menu as you do, following your lead and ordering the same. I smile at the slightly surprised expression on your face when I copy you, ordering a steak as well, medium rare the way I like, as opposed to a salad or pasta dish. In actuality, ordering something else would have required me to look at a menu, which would have taken more of my attention away from you. I squeeze your hand and a cheeky smile makes its way to my lips.

What can I say? I love a good piece of meat.

I giggle at my own innuendo and look into your eyes, my own full of mischief. Your eyes darken and I wonder what you’re thinking of, which leads my own thoughts down a rabbit hole of filth. I think back to the car, your fingers buried inside me. I think of the possessive way with which you speak about me. I think of your instructions, to meet you in the bathroom after our meal. All of my thoughts have my thighs clenching tight under the table. I startle when I hear your voice, a whisper, pulling me from my thoughts. My cheeks color dark pink in a blush from both my thoughts and your compliment.

Thank you ‘Toshi. You know, you’re very handsome. 

I lean into your touch, my lips parting with a small sigh, as you brush the hair away from my face. My eyes widen and the tiniest whimper leaves my throat as your thumb skims the edge of my lips. It amazes me how quickly you can make me weak, how fast I can go from making innuendos to struggling to breathe with one touch, one word. Your words melt me, making my heart skip beats and unleashing butterflies throughout my entire body.

Yours, Sir. All yours.

I shyly look down at our intertwined hands and bring your hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss against the top of your hand. I giggle at the lip print on your hand, marking you as mine. If I was going to be yours, you were going to be mine. I mumble out my next words, hiding behind our hands but needing to say them, to express my feelings for you.

And you’re mine ‘Toshi.

I finally look back up at you and notice your eyes are unfocused as I bring our hands back down to rest on the table once more. I tap your hand with my fingers to regain your focus before rubbing soothing circles into it. The waitress interrupts the moment and brings our wine and glasses of water, leaving the table without a word as we’re both too lost in the shared eye contact with one another to acknowledge her.

What are you thinking about so hard darling? It seems you’ve had something on your mind since we ordered.

My other hand is itching to reach across the table and touch you as you did me, to stroke your cheek and feel your soft skin beneath my fingertips, but I internally curse my short stature, knowing my arms won’t reach across the table without having to lean half my body on it. I hate that I’m so far away, wanting nothing more than to be curled up on your lap. I just want to be close to you and I can’t wait until we’re back at your place and I can touch you, can feel your body against me with no intent to part. I just want you and the longer we sit here, the harder it is to be so far away from you.

Tell me what you’re thinking about darling.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

he stands, stupefied for a second when he sees your eyes finally- nodding to try and snap himself from staring down at you for too long, taking a step forward, he’s once again reminded by how tiny- how short you are compared to him.

but he steps past that, literally and figuratively- hands moving to clasp behind his back, finally breathing normal enough to speak, having to bring his arms back to tame the want of reaching out and grabbing your face, wanting to lean down and kiss you senseless, but instead he clears his throat.

there’s a restaurant i would like to bring you to.

he grumbles, trying his hardest to soften the blunt edge his words sometimes has.

would you accompany me? you won’t have to pay for anything, just be my date-

the thought of caring for you, thought of spending money and showering you in the delicacy of food he can most definitely afford has a hot coil knot itself in his stomach, clearing his throat, trying to distract himself from the thought, he gives you a small smile.

if you’d like.

— ushijima w.

I smile encouragingly as you speak, even as my cheeks darken and the blush spreads. I find myself wanting to reach out and grab your hand before you hide them behind your back. Every cell in my body craves to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin beneath my fingertips. The thought of spending the evening with you makes my heart race and I inhale deeply to try and slow it. I try to distract myself from the way my body flutters as you look at me, but I nearly get lost in your eyes. I look down and back up again, forcing myself to keep eye contact with you. 

I’d love to go on a date with you.

I step closer to you and reach out, placing a hand on your bicep. I quickly glance at your arm before returning my gaze to meet yours. Focusing on the nervousness in your eyes and not the firm muscle beneath, I give your arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance. My eyes are fill with sincerity as I offer you a soft, shy smile. 

Truly, I can’t think of anything I’d like more.

I realize how close I am to you and step back, releasing my hold on your arm and blushing deeper at my boldness. My next sentence is mumbled as I look down, more shy and less confident than before, but my words still genuine.

I’d go anywhere with you ‘Toshi.

[anxiousbabybirdb]

My sweet good girl, you make it hard for me to not just throw you over my shoulder, toss you onto my bed, fold you in half and fuck my cum into you right now. You’re not leaving the bed till I’ve filled you up. You’ll be my little cream puff and take it all right? Wanna see you pregnant with my child

- Ushijima

If it’s so hard for you to show such restraint, maybe you should just give in Toshi. I certainly don’t mind the outcome. After all, I did say I would be your good girl that takes everything you give me and I never back down from a promise. Besides, I love when you fold me in half so much. Don’t mind me giggling when you throw me over your shoulder though, I love when you carry me and manhandle me a little bit. It reminds me how strong you are. I’ll be your little cream puff my love and take every drop. I can’t wait to have a child with you my darling. I love you so much.