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.
