#HE MAKES MY HEART POUND IN MYYY CHESTT

[odetolove]

you won’t have to move.

he shrugs, closing his eyes and deciding to just indulge in the feeling of her fingers and her warmth for a few minutes. he’d have her on one of his shoulders later to drag her to the bathroom if necessary anyways.

eyebrows pulled in, he knows she’s right but still doesn’t like the sound of it. clicking his tongue as he pulls one of her legs up, pressing against the spots there he learned from years of exercise would make it feel, at least, less worse in the morning. smiling, he thinks she looks the prettiest like this, unmistakable post haze in her eyes, red and pouty lips, cheeks still flushed, laying on his chest.

torture. — good trying out something different though.

more than one thing. glancing at shreds of rope left in the bed with interest, he hisses at the image of her begging to fuck her imprinted on the back of his mind.

i’d tie you up too if i couldn’t just move you like i want to. or maybe i should, just leave you here and come whenever i need you. sounds good?

— ushijima.

i smile when he tugs my leg up, sighing out a noise of happiness with the way his hand work against my thigh.

my eyes close with his words, trying to keep calm with what he says.

sounds good... like that idea, a little too much. you’d use me plenty... right?

i question, shivering at the thought, wincing just a little when another string of cum leaves my ass, rolling down and lying messily on his thigh- i squirm, tilting my head to the side, shyly quirking the corner of my lips up.

m-maybe i do wanna bathe, ‘m making a mess...