#toshi.love

[errorx429]

Fern Candor, my latest adopt from Toshi.lover over on instagram! (The outfit is my own design)

[odetolove]

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.

[errorx429]

Oh boy! So I bought my first ever adopt and I adore her! I'm away from home so I did this doodle on my phone cause she came with no clothes but here's the really sloppy doodle-

Design by Toshi.lover on Instagram and Deviant Art

[odetolove]

the hand between them slides under her body, wrapping around her waist to keep her pressed to him. lips soothing marks that he had left across her neck as he relaxes against her touch.

he smiles at her still timid words, clear enthusiasm in the way she stutters, tone gentle but needy, cunt squeezing around him so good. — wakatoshi pushes a hand next to her face to hold himself up, eyebrows furrowing as he feigns confusion over her words, gaze focused on her pretty lips.

you still need to learn to take me everywhere else. be full of my cum. not just here, princess.

he drags his hips back, feeling his cum drip around him and down her ass, forming webs of it when he thrusts down again, trying to prevent more of it from coming out with a grunt. his cock throbs as it drags across her tight walls, getting hard already, balls tightening and swelling with the need to fill her up more.

you want to be good for me, mm? want to listen and behave, pretty? i'll make it feel good everywhere.

— ushijima.

i cant stop the way my eyes roll to the back of my head with his words, with what he says and, hopefully, means. my eyes are wide and big while i look at him, still keeping my hand on him, it falls to the nape of his neck while he holds himself up.

it takes moments for the ability to speak to come back to me, whining out desperately while his hips meet my own once more, the sound so lewd and wet, it makes me wanna bury my face in his neck, but i know it wouldn't go down well if i did, i shiver with the petname get calls me, not used to it /still/. my mouth feels dry while i nod, the heavy and thick cum he gave me running down my ass- and i can only cry out with the thought of him filling me up there.

i wonder if it would be too much, to try it in one night- all at once, but i dont care. my lips feel swollen from the kisses he’s given me.

i wanna be good f-for you. i’ll take it, wherever you wanna give it to me.

my words sound so desperate to even me, harsh blush coloring my cheeks even more.

teach me, please- i wanna learn how to take you p-properly, everywhere.

[odetolove]

the discipline and doctrine laid upon him over years of serve to the kingdom seem to melt away against the warmth of her skin. he doesn't dare moving his hand from where she places it, afraid that if he does it, she will crumble under the weight of it, the calluses and roughness completely different from how soft she feels.

and although guilt should stop him from proceeding, if he's honest, such feeling should have kept him from entering her room in the first place. it hadn't. — the crown and god were the only two things that he was put into this world to obey, but he figures that defying both of them for her was worth every consequence. especially when he can hear the strain in her voice as she begs.

he tests his self-control by letting his thumb run down the back of her neck, watching the path he traces. waiting for something to strike him down, waiting for punishment. when it doesn't come, he simply raises his eyes to look at her through the mirror again.

where do you want me, princess?

the conviction he once had to stay away is gone, replaced by the known need to have her. he has to lean down to speak closely to her ear, towering her body as his free hand latches onto her waist.

here?

it slips lower, dragging the last thin layer of fabric keeping her from him, to her hips.

more?

— ushijima.

the want was suffocating- roughness of his hands, the strength and weight of it all seemingly pushing down onto my lungs- it wasn’t like anything i had ever experienced, scrubbed clean with any inquiries of selfish ardor i had ever had. it felt like it burned me from the inside out- lips parted with the gentle and rough trace of his thumb down such a delicate part of me.

i could barely take the weight of his eyes when he met my own through the mirror, blinking away stray tears from my lashes- not knowing why they were there when his hands felt this good. the pressure of having a man- him, so close and speaking in such a way nearly crumbled me down onto my knees, letting myself lean onto him; shivering against the cold weight of his armor.

i want-

words couldn’t do justice to what i wanted to say- to what i felt, another whine, something that sounded so foreign but so natural left me when his hands traced down the curves of my hips, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths at the skin he revealed; only his eyes ever seeing me in this state.

more- i want it all, please.

i ask, beg- a concept so foreign to me, but doing it for him so naturally. my own hands so shakily reach for his, aiding him in the path they trace- letting myself touch him, addicted to it, finding it cruel how this was denied from me all along. the difference between my hands and his made apparent in the soft candlelight.

do you know how to stop it? the ache? i want you to.

[odetolove]

this time when his fingers tug at her hair and he pulls her off his cock to breathe, he’s quick to grasp at his shaft, rubbing the side of him against her tongue while he watches her pant. strings of spit and precum connecting his skin to her lips and chin. he thinks she looks the most beautiful like this, teary eyed while trying to follow what he says, taking without question and longing for more.

that’s a good girl— like it?

he pats the top of her head, large palm taking the side of her face, thumb dragging across her cheek as he smiles down at her.

and he wants it, to shove his cock down her throat until there’s nothing left of him to take, wants her crying and gagging around him while he cums and have her taste him. but there’s more to gain from this, more to win. he knows if he does things right she would be even more beautiful with his cum all over her body, marking her, and inside, claiming her.

come.

it’s less of a command and more of a warning before he reaches for her arms, pulling her back to his lap effortlessly. he leaves a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back when she goes in for more, a smirk on his expression that she couldn’t see when he found his new favorite spot on her neck. — his hands are warm against her skin under her shirt, pressing tightly to her hips to grind her once more on top of him. his cock catches on her underwear, and his teeth sink gently where they are when he earns her whines.

pretty, should i take you now? want me to keep going, mm? show more?

— ushijima.

[ u’r so cute, i was literally editing this when i saw your post. far from annoying, i love and miss you too, princess. wanted to say your ushijima piece was incredible, u should be proud of yourself. good girl, u did so well. — i’ll have more time this weekend and will be around. u’ve been good, yeah? ]

it takes seconds for me to answer his question when he first asks- lips pink and swollen, blinking to keep the tears from my eyes. watching and feeling his heavy hand touch my head and face only has me pushing against his touch, wanting more of the praise- wanting to see him direct that smile to me, only me, and to hear how good i’m being for him.

i like it- you taste good… feels good in m-my throat.

i answer honestly, words shaky from having it stretched out for the first time, wanting to have more of him, but following his single command- being led by his hands, i can do nothing but follow. my back straightens to receive his kiss. a soft and longing whine leaves me when he pulls away, head tilting to the side when he brings his mouth down, eyes squeezing tight with how it tickles and brings goosebumps everywhere.

there’s stars in my vision when his teeth sink into my neck, the slight pain of it makes me pant- hips moving eagerly with the push of his hands, his cock feels so warm and wet even like this- and theres a want so heavy in the middle of my chest with each grind over him.

please, take it all, show me everything- i want it all from you.

i whimper, so tempted to just reach my hands down and slide my panties to the side to feel him properly- but giving myself seconds to really think, to let him, not wanting to embarrass myself, feeling him heavy in my mouth had a swirling hint of fear with the thought that he’d fit his cock inside my pussy- but i trusted him, knew he’d make me feel good.

[odetolove]

his head falls to the side as he watches her lower herself. and there’s reasoning behind wanting her on top, reasoning behind the raise on his eyebrow as he indulges in the sight of her trying her best to take him. she’s perfectly exposed like this, open, having to do it on her own until she can’t anymore. until she is forced to ask him for it.

and she feels too good, unmistakably unspoiled and innocent, pussy so tight that he is impressed that it swallows a couple of inches of his cock. walls fluttering when she struggles to continue. it pangs on his chest, and it comes out in a low groan, the hand on her hip pressing to her tight. he was going to ruin her.

know you do. need help, mm?

his palms squeeze at her waist, raising her back up until just the very tip of him is inside, cock glistening with how much she drips down. — she’s so small he knows he can just shove her down, use her like a toy if he wants to, but the need to make her feel every bit of him is stronger. wanting to etch every ridge and vein of his cock inside her little cunt, make it his.

good girl. it’s okay, doing so good for me.

he’s quick to shush her when she whines, a hand flying to her neck to hold her head up as it falls forward when her body trembles. the only warning he gives her to keep herself up straight is a squeeze to her throat.

he doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left of him to take, pushed deep and unmoving. it’s no act of mercy, the pause to let her get used to his size. it only happens because he enjoys all the little changes in her expression, all the ways her body fights to keep him in.

good?

— ushijima.

[ eat dinner if you haven’t, and drink water. no acting out anymore for tonight, yeah? ]

my head picks up slightly at the sound of his groan, mouth already hanging open while i pant- the sound of him makes me wanna push down against his hold, wanting so desperately to make him feel good, feeling like i’m choking on his cock with the pressure of being filled.

please- h-help me.

nodding with his question, my body locks up at being picked up, already so sensitive with feeling the tip of him stretch me out, i feel every bit of him, the little bit he’s inside- it makes me absolutely dizzy. my eyes already glazing over with the words he tells me, whole body responding to it.

it’s all the added pressure of his warm hand to my neck, eyes rolling back before blinking to focus on him. a plead of ‘more’ dying in my throat when i know i can’t take it without breaking down. every inch i take, that he makes me take have my body tremble- unable to keep my pussy from squeezing over and over.

he’s so big i feel him everywhere, in my throat when i swallow-

s-so good- so good.

i babble, a relief of being pressed against him short lived while my eyes water- breathing faster at the burning stretch, hands grabbing at his arms, slight panic with the feeling of an orgasm bubbling up at just being filled.

‘m gunna-

i whimper, pussy clenching down, trying to accommodate him all, only further building the pressure in my tummy- words awkward, nearly embarrassed at what i wanna say.

‘m gunna cu-cum.

my eyes meet his, just barely- only doing so because his hand keeps my head up. his name tumbling from my lips.

[odetolove]

the hand around her throat moves further up, fingers pinching her jaw as he listens to her begging. he aches, throbs, hips thrust upwards, because although he already knew, hearing it from her with that desperate tone made it all much better.

want to make me feel me good, baby? give this tight little pussy up?

it doesn’t take much to slide her shorts aside, gaze falling down her half-covered body until it lands on her cunt. he licks his lips, tempted to shove his fingers inside of her, but where was the fun in that if he could just split her apart on his cock instead? he rubs her clit, toying with it, speeding up when she tries to grind on it slower, fast when her hips wiggles.

good girl cursing and everything, is this how you get when you’re cock hungry? look at you.

he doesn’t remember a single time when she said fuck before, where her tone hadn’t been bubbly and excited, and her demeanor anything short to sweet. he’d get to have all of it now, get to break all of it and mold her around like he wanted to.

wakatoshi smiles again, calling her sweet, shushing her when she blinks tears away, whispering that he would make her feel better. make her like it. make her want more. — he leans forward, kissing under ear again, obsessed with tasting the skin on her neck.

take my cock out. better make it nice and wet, it’s all you’re going to fucking get.

— ushijima.

i nod when he asks, knowing there wasn’t any way i would or could have said no to him, pawing at his arms when he slides my shorts away. for a second i think about closing my legs- but i know deep down it wouldn’t go well if i did, shivering at finally being touched how i wanted- raw and able to feel the roughness of his fingers against my throbbing clit. the teasing makes me whimper, only looking at his eyes with my frantic ones- not even noticing i had cursed when he brings it up, a pool of embarrassment and shame mingling so good with the feeling of lust- i wanted more of it, so i nod, knowing i am cock hungry, something i’d only ever been for /him/.

him leaning in only had me shake more, skin too sensitive with his fingers working against my bare cunt and now feeling his warm and wet mouth made me feel even dizzier, but i listen to his words.

shaky hands reach for his waistband slowly, barely brushing against his skin- almost scared of the hair leading down underneath, he was too hot and i couldn’t believe, even now that i was touching him like this.

the warmth i feel when my fingertips dip into the band is like no other, and i finally tug his bottoms down- a loud mewl leaving my mouth when i see his cock, face so red and hot i can feel sweat prickle at the base of my neck from the sight- he’s so big and thick, shaky hands reaching for him to fully pull him out look so small and weak compared to such an angry looking cock, fingers weakly wrapping around his base.

h-how. how do i, how do i make it wet?

i question, feeling dumb- tentatively reaching for the swollen head, gently swiping the wetness there. touching his slit, wondering if he meant my mouth, i look at his face for direction- embarrassment not able to cover how i felt in the moment, knowing he’d have to teach me how to pleasure him with it, the thought of trying to take his cock in any place was daunting, but i wanted it more than anything.

[odetolove]

there is no visible reaction towards her words, his face remains as unreadable as always. stoic, hard even. but the truth is that he loses his train of thought. and although she was right to assume the weight would be too much on her, he indulges on picturing nothing but that on her body. maybe even the set that he was wearing, which would imply he had nothing on. — clearing his throat, he also stares at the ground when she does.

yes, princess. whenever you'd like.

his presence alone is enough to keep commoners at bay. wakatoshi made a point out of staring down anyone that stepped too close to her, whenever they forgot their place, whether they had a title or not. he understood though, it was easy to see why anyone would want to be closer to her, listen to her speak, being spared a glance.

he follows, watching as she moves and acts gracefully as always. until her pace slows like it often did, her willingness to be a part of such events wearing out after a while. he knew her tells by now, the smile that dropped too quickly, the quiet sighs under her breath. still just as beautiful.

he steps in front of her when a couple of people approach, shielding her completely from their sight. and it doesn't take much more for them to turn around and leave.

wouldn't you like to catch a breath outside, your highness?

— ushijima.

[ happy halloween, baby. love u too. ]

the second he appears before me, i barely realize how lost i had been getting- not recognizing the faces i had been talking to, or the telling signs of annoyance and fatigue with every passing interaction. my shoulders drop slightly from just him standing in front of me, dropping the straight posture- glimmering lights reflecting off the reflective pieces of his armor, looking like the adorned knight he was.

please.

i whisper, giving him a real smile- hand absentmindedly reaching out to touch the arm piece of his, comforted by the cool metal there. letting my plead be only heard by him, a word that was almost foreign to my tongue.

letting myself be escorted by him, whisked away into the night i feel like i can finally breathe- still tired and dizzy from it all, i look at him.

it’s too much sometimes… i prefer quiet nights, when you watch over me and i sit and read by the fire- those are my favorite.

i speak finally, humming before i once more step closer- wanting just a moment of rest against his body.

my words are easy to say, trailing off with a giggle before turning to him, beckoning for him to lean down- acting like i’m about to whisper a secret but planting a kiss to his cheek.

thank you, ushijima.

i whisper before letting himself straighten, heart hammering away. careful to watch for his reaction, wanting more than anything to see him as someone other than the knight vigilant to my safety, wanting to see him as a man, if only for the seconds where i surprise him with words or actions.

[odetolove]

the weight of his armor is somehow heavier whenever she is around. it was frustrating, the one thing he was meant to do, what he had trained and dedicated himself to, the sole purpose of his existence suddenly so complicated to be executed. the years spent to be the best reduced to nothing after being assigned to her. and his body reminded him of it.

knighthood was a burden, despite what those that would never be granted such title claimed. one that he carried with pride and ease. for most of his life, that was. wakatoshi should have felt honored to be put in charge of the princess's safety and care. but it was too difficult to focus at any task at hand when his eyes lingered too long on her. his mind wandered too far on what hid behind the delicate fabrics of her dresses. his thoughts constantly clouded by his unprecedented lack of self-control.

he still pushed through it, daily. the only person that could win a fight against him was himself after all.

he diverts his gaze away from her hips to the closest wall once he realizes what he is doing. stationed by her bedroom door for the past half an hour or so. here to do his job, he reminds himself. the knight clears his throat when she walks past him, no rush in her movements as she distractedly continues to finish getting ready.

we should be leaving soon, princess. or else you will be late.

his tone is firm, although not an order. she did as she wanted, he just followed, kept her free from any harm.

shall i wait outside for you instead?

— ushijima.

it was easy meandering around my room with him in charge of protecting me- taking time to get ready, already dreading the evening. sitting and listening was all i was needed for, and it was boring- being used as a figurehead until i was married off and then used as an arm piece after that, it made me uneasy. having everything set out for me made boredom settle deep in myself;

but he looked challenging, quiet and steadfast in everything he did- it made me wanna poke and prod, see if anything could make him even so much as smile. wondering just how heavy the weight of duty and knighthood weighed on his broad shoulders.

when he speaks i frown once more, not at him but at the reminder that we needed to actually be somewhere- more than happy to just sit and read, or better yet take a walk down to the garden, no matter how late i knew that he would keep me safe.

no, im almost finished-

i respond back, walking over to the large vanity and making sure i was properly ready, perfume, makeup- everything so very tiresome to do when it was for something i didnt want to attend. hands soothing down the front of the dress, turning to face him with a smile.

do you think i look okay?

i question, wondering what he sees- wondering if i was just another quest, wondering if it was duty binding him to me and nothing else, taking steps towards him on the way out, stopping until only a couple feet are between us, taking notice in how i have to peer up at him.

does it get bothersome having to wear your armor all night?

[odetolove]

he crosses his arms in front of his chest, leaning his shoulder against the door frame as his eyes trail down her body. he takes advantage of having her back turned to him, taking in the sight of her greedily, the dip on her hips, her ass and her thighs that always looked too good. gaze only leaving her and landing on the bed once she turns around; never getting caught, he was an expert of stealing glances when it came to her.

wakatoshi was used to feeling too big. usual mattresses were small for him, it was a drag to even check in in hotels, but this would have to take the cake for an awkward situation to be in.

he sees it in her eyes too, the realization that, although the room was somewhat big, there was only one bed. and of course they were put together, their long time friendship made it easy for them to get along. for there not to be an issue or awkwardness to share a space for a couple of nights. but there was this one detail that seemed to have gone missing. — and it just makes him smile, the usual reassuring tone present in his voice as he nods to the place beside the bed.

i will sleep on the floor.

— ushijima.

the second we walk through the door and to the room in order to get settled in my eyes focus on the one bed sat in the middle of it- stomach sinking down at the situation. sighing out a giggle, because of course this would happen, always keeping him at arms length, being nice and friendly towards him in hopes that he wouldn’t pick up on the way my hands grew shaky around him, and everything else denoting the big crush i had for him trying to be kept under lock, but with being in such a space with him, i didn’t know how i’d do it.

my eyebrows furrowed at the statement, turning to look at him with a tiny frown- shaking my head. my heart felt nearly wild, untamable at the way he looked, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway, it thumped unevenly in my chest while i gazed up at him.

oh, nope! i’ll sleep on the floor- you literally have a game soon and i wouldn’t be able to sleep in good conscious with the fact that you’re on the floor, you need the good rest.

i tell him, crossing my own arms in hopes to finalize my statement, but i don’t nearly look as intimidating as him- i glance over to the bed, the thought of sharing it only further made me waver, but i looked up at him determined to win this fight.

b-besides... you’re... big, ushijima- it’ll be easier for me to sleep on the floor!

[odetolove]

he leans down to make the stretch of her body easier, the muscles on his back relaxing slightly wherever she touches, but remaining tense overall. the adrenaline running through his veins has his ears ringing still, and it made sense that he felt more territorial than usual towards her. the way his jersey swallowed her form and she had his name on the back as if he claimed her only added to it. so when she pulls back from him, he silently steps forward to close the distance once more.

he focuses on the bright smile on her lips, his own curling up slightly as he could feel how happy she was. excitedness emanating from her almost palpable when he murmured a thank you.

seconds ticked by slowly, and he reaches to brush her hair off her face without another word. hand lingering by the front of her throat like he wanted to wrap around it, but not doing it so. he scoffs, at himself not her, and pushes the door to the locker room open. — wakatoshi doesn’t move, an eyebrow raising as he looked down and waited for her to take initiative and walk in.

he guides her once she’s in, his frame looming behind her as he touched her arm to make her go to the right side. the quietness of the big space making their steps loud and he felt his mouth drying as he let the thoughts of what he wanted to do to her take over the ones of his mistakes during the game. he sits by the bench once they are in front of his locker, watching as she stood in front of him, not missing the way her small hands shook with what he assumed was anticipation.

unceremoniously, he reaches for one of her calves, pulling her leg off the ground and landing her foot at his side. his gaze darts to the far away door for a second, before coming back to her. voice low as he narrowed his eyes at her.

pull the shirt up. let me see you now.

— ushijima.

the gentle brushing of his fingers against my face- feeling him pull the strands of hair back and off me has my body lean towards his hand involuntarily, wanting to feel more of the heat beneath his broad palm- especially now, especially after playing so well. a small whine leaves me when he pulls back, but i follow wherever he wants me to go. the throbbing between my legs is uncomfortable, heat making my skin prickly, wanting him so bad my gaze is fuzzy around the edges.

i watch as he sits down, so big- muscled thighs splayed over the bench, still so monstrous in size. my body melts in his tugging, leaning my weight against the knee placed on the bench, instinctively placing my hands on his chest- nodding along to what he says.

my hands grab at the hem of my- his jersey, lifting it up my body, face blushing harshly in the way i expose myself to him, not uncommon, but his gaze is much more intense under the harsh light of the locker room. i look at him for his reaction, bra pretty and pink- stark contrast to the white of his jersey, one of the more expensive ones he’s brought me, they’re lacy and see through- knowing he can see my pebbled nipples right away has me whine.

i-i wanted to look pretty... since i knew we were going to do this.

i murmur, both hands resting above my chest still holding on to the shirt.

i-it’s a set... the one you got me- thought i’d surprise you.

my words are growing more shy the faster my heart beats, waiting for his hands, wanting to feel the heated palms, knowing they’re extra sensitive from every single spike- the resonating slap of the ball seemed extra intense today, wondering if he’d handle me with more strength thanks to it, a gush of arousal painting my panties even more at the thought.

do you like them?

[odetolove]

the first plead has his eyes focusing back on her, ears standing up in attention as he watches her over, not slowing down his thrusts at all through it. he knew what this was the second he had her on his sight, he could feel the deep rumble on his chest as he pounded her pussy. his every thought replaced with how badly he wanted to cum inside of her, and he was going to be selfish about it.

but the very essence of him still belonged to her. so the pleases have him groaning, muscles flexing because now he had to both breed her, and make her cum. take care of her. — his hand moves from the nape of her neck to the front, thick long fingers wrapping around her throat, his words coming out through grit teeth.

like you need, little puppy.

his gaze drops down to her pussy, watching it split apart only to struggle to take all of his cock, already red from how hard he was hitting down onto her.

like you need.

when he repeats it, he buries himself as deep as he can, fingers from his free hand circling her clit in tight and hard motions. feeling her cunt sucking him in somehow even more as he brings her hips closer to him.

he lowers himself to hover over her, the grip on her neck tightening when she writhes under him. he waits for her eyes to meet his, finally fucking her once more as slow and deep as he could.

need my cum. need to be my breeding bitch. need this. i know. — cum around the only cock that you need.

— ushijima.

the sound of his hips meeting mine over and over nearly makes me go inward, wanting to curl up with how lewd it sounds, but with the way he makes me keep attention with a hand tightly wrapped around my throat won’t let me- only wheezing out a whimper, roaming eyes pinned to his face and where his cock leaves and pushes back in, tears prickle once more with the sight of his cock coated in wetness- all from my arousal.

once more the petname makes me cry, eyes going fuzzy around the edges, it’s even harder to stay lucid when his finger finds my clit, thighs tightening- bunching up around his waist with every tight circle onto my clit. my hands look shaky and frantic when i reach up to grab his collar, a desperate attempt to control myself while his cock sinks slow and deep- trying to bring his lips down to mine when he finishes talking, screaming into his mouth while i cum.

all his words ring true- a hot rolling heat searing my whole body while i cum, seeing nothing but white, pussy desperately squeezing him, gushing down onto his thighs and stomach, still panting and crying against his lips.

g-gunna breed me- breed me so good, my good boy-

i whimper, tongue heavy from it all, shivering deeply, still caught up in the aftermath of an orgasm that good, now only really focused on wanting his cum- knowing this was torturous for him, wanting to feel the delicious warmth of his cum fill me up and plug me to make sure it sticks.

[odetolove]

yours. only yours.

he gives her time to adjust, lets her take breaths in between sucking him down her pretty mouth. the muscles on his legs and stomach spasm and flex sporadically as he does his best to not fuck into her lips, to not push her until her nose was pressed against him and he was down her throat. and by any means, he had plans to do it, but not when he felt so close to cumming already. pent up since he ever met her if he could be honest.

fisting her hair, he pulls her away, watching her gasp for air with a raised eyebrow, whispers of good girl filling the room as he heavily pats the side of her cheek with his free hand. he leans forward, gathering saliva on his mouth and keeping his eyes locked with hers as he spits on his cock. it lands at the side of it and his balls, sliding down as he brings her tongue back onto him. he pushes her down until she gags, not letting up and thrusting up her throat.

i’ll make you take it.

he needed both of them soaking if he was going to fit in her tight pussy, he knew that much. his head falls back when she moans around him, guiding her on his cock the way he wanted until he was hissing. when he tugs her back, there are tears down her face, and he just smiles at the sight of her flushed skin and desperate eyes.

fuck, come here.

his hand wraps around her throat, pressure barely there when he uses his strength to bring her up. he’d make her take it everywhere.

— ushijima.

this is different, feeling his cock throb heavy while my lips try so hard to accommodate his cock. my eyes take in every twitch and jolt of his muscles, pussy throbbing and drooling even more while i shove his cock further, biting back any discomfort and pain to meekly force it in, eyes shut tight- all until he pulls me back, eyes wide with the fear that i did something wrong but quickly settling back with the praise.

a curling smile is all i can give him, happily humming with each pat, his heavy hands quickly becoming my absolute favorite thing, wanting more of his pats. teary eyes simply watch while he lean forward, whining loud- so loud as he spits on himself, not getting a chance to say anything before his cock is down my throat once more- whining and gagging, squirming but at the same time wanting even more, trying to calm myself to take him.

i’m a mess when he pulls me up again, sputtering out the spit he fucked out of my throat, eyes wide once more- wanting more of what he just did to me. high and soft cries follow as he tugs me up, warm hand wrapping around his wrist, all to keep him there, messily clambering up on his lap, nearly crying with the absolute need and lust that he’s brought.

t-toshi...

i whine, the throbbing between my legs near painful, tears running down my cheeks from him fucking my throat and pure want. my face searches for his own, pressing my cheek to his, huffing out pants into his ear, hands clutching at his shoulders.

want you so bad- never wanted any one more, so bad, so bad.

i dont care about how desperate i sound, how pitiful my cries sound, only focused on the way his heavy cock rests against me, painting my skin from all the spit coating it, my own pussy making a mess, whole body shaking with want for him, hips shifting back and forth, whole body flinching when my pussy meets the heat of his cock, looking at him with wide eyes the second it happens-

please- i need you.

[odetolove]

you say thank you.

his voice is almost too quiet as he reminds her, caught up in how good she feels, on how close he knew she was because her pussy was gripping their fingers tighter, hips shaking on top of him and knees knocking against his body, panting like she needed more.

he waits for the words to come out before dragging his fingers away from her, patting her neglected clit as his eyes find hers.

good girl. don’t forget your manners when i’m making you feel like this, yes?

there’s no threat behind his words. he’d point out her mistake a thousand times over if he had to, knowing that he wouldn’t be satisfied until she was so far gone she couldn’t remember how to even speak those same words properly, until she was dumb and completely his to use.

he leans back against the headboard, pulling at her underwear, stopping when he can hear the fabric protesting. he huffs, mouth watering at the sight of her dripping right on top of his cock. gripping the plush of her thighs, he lets her catch her breath, watching her small hands shake, and her eyes so pure searching for his approval. she looked too sweet like this.

his fingers glide with her arousal against her wrist when he wraps them around it, guiding it towards his cock with a tug. holding back a hiss when she dutifully grasps at his shaft. there’s no hesitation on his movements when his other hand holds her hip to raise her a bit from him, his tip sliding right across her folds.

show me you can take it, be good, and i’ll give you more.

— ushijima.

thank you, thank you.

my words are repeated, breathy and keening, whole body shivering as his fingers leave me, the sound of it makes my bottom lip tremble in need. excitement spiking with every pat of my clit, thighs jumping but staying right where they sit. i nod, easier to listen and take in his words when he’s not stretching me out and his eyes are on mine, demanding every bit of my attention- freely giving it to him.

yes, sir.

i whisper, watching his body lean back with wide eyes, unable to wrap my head around how big he looks against me, how my legs open wide to accommodate his form. breathing finally evening out, my heart beat still hammering in my chest while my hand easily follows his tugging.

he’s warm and thick and big, i knew that from taking him in my mouth, but the feeling of his weight still has me weak- dizzy with being suspended so close to his cock, so close to feeling him inside where i want it.

with a nod and whisper, i wait for his tip to slide over my hole- before pressing down, whimpering, wanting to show him that i’m good- that i can take everything he gives me.

i’ll be good- i-i can take it.

i whine- not even recognizing my own voice with how desperate i sound, the pressure of his head pressing in traps a whine in my throat- eyes looking down to see him wet with me, throbbing like i am, hard and slowly being pushed in does more bad than good to my shaking form. it’s too hot- pussy clenching down, not letting me take in anymore.

you’re so big-

i gasp, looking at him- hands grabbing his shoulders, thighs shaking already, hoping he sees how i want him.

i want more, wakatoshi, i want it.

[odetolove]

he fucks her through it, her cries and calls for him spurring him on, hips knocking onto hers feverishly when he leans forever to latch his lips around one of her nipples. he sucks, laps onto it and bites while she arches onto closer to him; spit connecting them both when he pulls back, fighting to stay in as she convulsed and dripped around his cock.

such a good, good girl. fuck—

wakatoshi lets go of her throat amid praises, knocking her hands away with the only one he had free to handle her legs. he places both her ankles in one of his shoulders, her thighs being pressed together and onto her chest making her even tighter around him when he pressed her body good between him and the bed. his lips kiss her calf, thrusting deeper until her gasps told him he was hitting home.

should have you tied up next time, mm? leave you here spread and waiting, use you whenever i need. fill you up so much you can feel it everywhere in every hole, mm baby?

he manages to slow down, cock throbbing and balls tight while he fought off his own high. her glossy eyes so pretty when she was like this, skin flushed pink and pliant little body trembling. he pushed himself even deeper, groaning. addicted to making her feel good.

— ushijima.

the moment he pushes my hands out of the way, pulling my legs up, knocking air from my lungs with every thrust into me- my hands reach down to twist into the bedding, eyes pinching tight with the way he slams into my g spot, babbling out his name, feeling like i’m on fire.

d-do what ever you want to me, ‘toshi- don’t care!

hiccuping in between each word, barely able to form any thought but needing to let him know- body completely at his mercy.

it’s all yours, a-all of me- can fuck me any where, any hole and i’ll thank you.

i babble, whole body seizing up with how deep he pushes in, choking out nothing but his name- feeling the orgasm he just made me go through tip into another one, whole spine tingling with the feeling of his weight pin me down.

my panting increasing with the burn while i cum once more. face burning at the effort and intensity he puts my body under, only able to keep a tight grip on his cock while i gush-

hah- ah! toshi!

i cry, teeth gritting, seeing stars- looking at him through the tears.