the first real thrust steals the breath from her lungs, drawing out a moan from her throat that she's tried (and failed) to swallow down. she's no longer hiding her face from him now, but she bits her lip to smother any other noise, her hands reaching for anything she can hold on to as obikawa continues to pound her into the floor with hard, relentless strokes. his grip on her is bordering on bruising, fingers digging into her skin like he has to anchor himself on her or else he'll lose his mind.
maybe he already has. that would lowkey terrify her if it weren't the fact that it feels good anyway, despite the roughness. her arms finally sling around obikawa's shoulders, fingers raking down his back as her mind begins to fog over with every thrust. ]
Please... I can't--
[ take it anymore, yet she continues to do so over and over, the pleasure within her core curling so tightly that she can hardly stand it. ]
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the first real thrust steals the breath from her lungs, drawing out a moan from her throat that she's tried (and failed) to swallow down. she's no longer hiding her face from him now, but she bits her lip to smother any other noise, her hands reaching for anything she can hold on to as obikawa continues to pound her into the floor with hard, relentless strokes. his grip on her is bordering on bruising, fingers digging into her skin like he has to anchor himself on her or else he'll lose his mind.
maybe he already has. that would lowkey terrify her if it weren't the fact that it feels good anyway, despite the roughness. her arms finally sling around obikawa's shoulders, fingers raking down his back as her mind begins to fog over with every thrust. ]
Please... I can't--
[ take it anymore, yet she continues to do so over and over, the pleasure within her core curling so tightly that she can hardly stand it. ]