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wakatoshi watches your mostly bare form, just a thin little cropped top and white cotton underwear, your socks rolled at the ankles. you look so casual and vulnerable like this, so at ease, so trusting.

he doesn't know how to tell you that he never wants to leave the bed either, when you're in it.

instead of answering your teasing in words, he easily hoists you up and plants you onto his chest. you let out a girlish laugh and admonish him for the sudden movement, clearly not at all upset.

'"hah- toshi!"

his tank top shifts under your ass as he grips your hips, steadying you as you sit on him now. his hands are supportive and firm, never harsh.

"i don't mind being trapped by you," he says, tone even and low. you have to look at his face to try to read his intentions.

his thumbs brush against the waistband of your panties. you feel your face heat up.

"toshi, what is this?" you whine a bit, flustered at his steady eye-contact. it never fails to make you feel exposed, especially now, as you're barely dressed, feeling the solid muscles of his chest underneath you.

you squirm but don't move away as his grip loosens to let you out. pouting, you poke at his cheek, frustrated at his silence.

"come on, tell me, what do you want," you urge.

ushijima just looks up at you for a moment, eyes trailing over your body, a slightly heated look. he pauses before he speaks. you wait as always, though nothing could prepare for his following words.

"i want you to sit on my face," he deadpans.

"wha- huh?"

you nearly squeak, hand coming to your mouth. in hindsight, you should very well be used to his bluntness by now. ushijima doesn't mind, he just watches your reaction. he doesn't apologise, doesn't move you, just waits for you to recover from your bout of embarrassed gawking and huffing.

it's sort of cute, he thinks.

the way your hips shift isn't exactly subtle, but he either doesn't notice the clear signs of your arousal, or pretends not to. you don't know which you'd prefer.

"umm- you wanna-?" you start, suddenly too aware of his big hands on your hips, the way he methodically traces the edge of your panties, the way his chest feels warm and solid, how you could just grind a bit more-

"-to perform cunnilingus, while you sit on my face," he finishes your abandoned thought. he watches you like he's trying to read your expression, a bit confused, but always earnest. you save him the guessing.

"you mean right now?" you ask, then immediately continue, "of course you do, i mean-" you gesture at your positioning. "yeah, okay, sure- as long as you don't mind-"

your scattered answer gets interrupted by another squeak as he tugs you forward, hands supporting your weight, holding you at your hips and thighs. you're hovering over his mouth now, your thighs bracketing his head.

your core throbs at the intense focus in ushijimas eyes. your thin underwear is the only thing separating you two. you feel aroused so fast that it's dizzying.

"yes, now. with your consent," he confirms, eyes caught on the damp spot on your panties.

you smile at his choice of words, nodding.

"yeah, okay." your voice comes out more heady and dazed than you mean to. ushijima smiles slightly at that, and promptly pulls your hips down, his nose touching your pussy through your panties.

you think he inhales before he starts mouthing at your clothed pussy, but then again, your mind is racing too fast to process every sensation.

ushijimas arms wrap around you, pulling you to him. your position is no longer in your own control at all with the way he basically holds you still over him as he mouths at your wet pussy through your underwear.

"toshi-" you whine, worried about the strain on his arms as he spreads you open, but all he does is groan into you, sending vibrations against your skin, tearing away your worries with the sensation.

when your panties are soaked through, he hooks two fingers into the fabric and pulls them aside, exposing your slick cunt to him properly. he doesn't hesitate before licking a generous stripe over your whole pussy, making you huff and whimper above him.

ushijimas grip tightens at your sounds, pulling you down more, and soon you realise that your weight is actually sitting on his face.

his tongue works you intently, like he's hungry for your arousal, and you do your best to brace yourself, to keep your balance as he sends waves of intense pleasure through your system.

"hah- toshi," you whine, hips jolting against his mouth, as if of their own accord. he hums against your cunt dismissively, eyes closed as he mouths at you greedily.

you insist, fighting to find words through his relentless motions.

"you- you need to watch out, your neck- wait-" you try, whines escaping between words, and he pulls back, briefly.

then, those intense eyes are back on you, with all of his desire and passion evident to see. it makes you shiver.

"is that your concern?" he asks. his tone gives you nothing again, his voice a little gruff, a little out of breath. he doesn't seem to mind at all.

you meet his eyes, your bewildered and panting form much less composed than him. his tongue idly collects your dripping arousal as you try to answer. you don't stop him despite the way it makes your mind thrum — maybe because of it, you think absently.

"just don't want you to overexert yourself, or something-" you explain, "would be a weird one to explain to your P.T, wouldnt it?" you suggest humorously, a tinge of pleasure audible in your voice as he kisses your pussy gently.

"i wouldn't tell her about our intimate life," he pulls back and answers, gaze still drawn to your slick cunt, mere inches from his face. he looks distracted, licking his lips.

you huff; he doesn't seem to get what you mean.

"do you want me to stop?" he asks directly, eyes searching your face, trying to decipher the intensity in your eyes contrasted with the concern in your words. his hands shift, going to move you away, but you react faster.

"no!" you yelp, "no, i don't want you to stop," you explain, tone expressive, eyes flitting to the side, finding it hard to stay cool with his warm breaths so close to where you need him most.

"just.. promise me you won't get injured or anything," you say, sighing.

your mind is just so expert at trailing off-course, finding scenarios to catastrophize about. ushijima is usually your opposite, bringing you back to realistic probability with an even tone, a tight hug or a steady presence. he grounds you, protects you from the world, but sometimes also your overactive, fearmongering mind.

ushijima furrows his brow a bit, then shifts your weight in his arms. his eyes are intense as he looks at you through his lashes.

"i lifted much more than your weight just this morning, there is nothing to worry about," he says, and then his mouth is on you again.

oh, okay. a tight hug, calming words, or this, apparently, you think.

you groan, a bit at his directness, mostly at the way he sucks on your clit so well, humming lowly against your pussy as he enjoys your taste on his tongue. you're forced down onto his face again.

"-you can't lift with your face," you still argue, focus draining. ushijimas nose presses into the hair at your mound, giving your clit something to grind on as he licks at your pussy with conviction. his hands shift your hips for you, moving you over his face.

it's like he's forcing the worries out of you by making you fuck his face until you can't think anymore.

you think it's working.

"toshi-" you don't know if you're prompting him to reply, or just moaning his name.

the only response you get is a hum against your clit that makes your eyes roll back.