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.
