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.
