by now he knew most of her expressions, most of her tones. having to guard her meant that most of his time was spent watching, learning. and this is a new one. the quiet and whiny lit to her voice that has wakatoshi pressing his body closer to her, the hand on her shoulder moving around her neck to keep her tight to him. — he's still gentle though, as if she would break under the pressure. he wishes out of his armor, out of his clothes, so he can feel all of her properly.
he traces the top of her thigh, savoring every patch of skin he's allowed to touch, a small smile reaching his lips just for a moment with her question. he hums as a reply, rough fingers dragging to where she needed him and he wanted her.
ache?
his hand stops moving, eyes dropping to watch the difference between him and her palm on top of his. his body reacts to her words, the pit of his stomach searing, jaw tightening, mouth watering. ready to serve her.
show me.
he's even quieter now, one of his feet nudging the inside of hers to spread her legs just a little bit more. his gaze drags back to her eyes, not wanting to miss any reaction or movement, wanting to memorize how her pretty face looked when she was close to falling apart for him.
show me where it hurts, and i will take care of it, princess. i will take care of you.
— ushijima.
[ i know that this is very late, but i missed you. your knight!ushi piece was incredible and you should be as proud of it as i am of you. hope u’ve been good. ]
even the tracing of his hands down my body left me nearly crumbling to the floor before him, knowing if it wasn’t for the hold he had on my body i wouldn’t keep standing. burning beneath the hold his hand kept around my neck, a shaky hand daring to hold onto the wrist kept there. panting already, lips barely kept apart while it felt too hot already, watching while his other hand traced down my thigh, whining in response to his single worded question-
here-
i whisper, unable to keep the gaze he kept fixated onto mine through the mirror- tears from a boiling and searing pain, aching lust becoming too much, never having indulged any of it.
my hand painfully small and soft from never having to work- to do anything labored on top of him pushing it between my legs to where i wanted him. through the thin slip, feeling it wet and hot down the softness of my inner thighs, cheeks red with embarrassment.
it hurts here.
i nearly cry, leaving his fingertips to touch me while i push my own into the wet heat- the room spinning while i grow weaker, letting my body fully meet his own- the cold from his armor proving some relief of the heat, raising my gaze to watch him, to meet his eyes fully.
do you hurt? d-does it ever get so unbearable you can barely think?
i ask him, not believing the words leaving my lips belong to me- not with the desperate tone tied to them, falling apart in front of my knight, wanting to bad to squish my thighs together to give some relief, squirming with the feel of arousal pooling down my cunt even further against his fingers now too.
