Terushima pushes down on your shoulders 'til you're on your knees.
You already know what's happening, or at least you think you do, and you start pulling down his sweatpants. Casting glances up at him while he watches and snickers.
There's something different in the air, but you peg it as your own excitement and decide to push the feeling away. You have a more important task at hand, and it's still trapped under a wet patch of cotton.
Teru tugs his underwear down his thighs, leaving them bunched around his knees.
You reach up to grab his dick with an eager hand, but he shoves your hand back down with a pointed, "Wait."
So you listen, like he knows you will.
Watching his own fingers wrap around his length has you leaning forward, tongue out. But he stops you again.
"Fuck you're eager- I told you to wait, though, yeah?" His focused look shifts to a teasing one. "I'll give you something, don't worry."
Teru's focus is back, but he still wears that smug grin. The deft fingers of his free hand press against the back of your head, keeping you in place. Your tongue lolls out again, but he doesn't lower himself onto your tongue like you want him to.
Instead, his shimmering tip nudges your forehead, and he presses it with his fingers before smearing his pre in a line above your eyebrows.
What is he doing?
Teru's thumb replaces his dribbling tip, painting an arc on your forehead.
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He has to be laying down or leaning against something because he loses all body function from how good you can make him feel.
You'd think he was the one giving head, from all the fuss he's making, drool coating his parted lips.
Whispered praises of, "ohfuck ohfuck ohfuck ohfuck" and broken whines float up from inside his throat. You've tried to tell him how vocal he is, but it can't seem to be helped.
You can feel the buzz of an electric current underneath his skin that causes the muscles in his thighs to twitch uncontrollably.
His knuckles are white from his grip on the bedsheets, both his thumbs poking out in a double thumbs up that you tease him about later. But he can't help it when you're turning his brain to mush and making him see stars.
Playing a game in a voice call with Denki and he keeps completing objectives before you can get there so when you get to the end, there's only a treasure chest piled high with sparkling coins and valuable loot. His in-game character is standing idly by the wooden chest, while his voice over the mic reassures you that,
"Don't worry babes- I took 'em all out before you got here."
You can't help letting a laugh slip at the dorky show of affection, guessing he just likes the combat aspect of the game.
In reality, he's been grinding on this game every night since he found out you were getting into it, for the sole purpose of being able to play with you and protect you in exchange for hearing you laugh. He savoured every time you would shoot him a message, asking for help with a high-level enemy.
He burnt your voice into his memory so he could play it on loop when you had to sleep. Staring at his ceiling, his mind piecing together the way your smile looked so he could play your voice along with it.
Sometimes he would get a little over-excited about playing with you.
"C'mon! Hurry it up a little," he whined while his eyes trained your progress on the in-game map. "I know you have more stamina at your level so find that sprint key and get a move on!"
"Hold on, Denki- I'm coming I'm coming!" You sounded out of breath from laughing at his whiny complaints; you knew he was just teasing and finding ways to brag about his knowledge of the game.
His mind faltered. You were huH? "You're.. uh- you're what?" He hoped on his lucky lighting block socks that you would say it again. He needed to commit it to memory.
"I said I'm getting there, hold o-"
"No no, like- what did you say.. exactly"
"Gods Denki, I said I'm coming!" You added emphasis to the last bit, not understanding why he was asking you. "Why, what's up?"
There it was. Fuck--
He cleared his throat and focused on those words, focused on ingraining them so deep into his mind that he'd be able to retrieve that exact phrase whenever he needed. Wiping his sweaty hands on his sweats, he continued, slowly, after getting his voice back.
"Oh- yeah sorry babes,, mic cut out.. Was just trying to fix it, but I think it's good now." He let out a shaky breath and focused his eyes back on the screen, forcing out a laugh that sounded vaguely strained- just like his pants were starting to get.
His heart dropped into his stomach when you laughed again.
"Ohhhh okay then, I thought something was up. Anyway, I'm here- let's go!" Your character approached his and jumped around him while his hand reached for the mouse.
Denki pulled a breath into his empty lungs and pushed it back out. He could deal with his feelings when you went to bed. Yep. That sounded healthy.
"Yeah! Remember to stand back and watch the master at work!" His character yanked open the heavy metal doors with a clang, and the screen switched to a loading bar with a lines of text below it.
"Did you know? You can clear hard levels with a friend in co-op mode"
I'm working on some !sub Denki x !dom Reader smut rn, with Sero watching cuz I thought that'd be fun-
here's a tiny preview:
“You just blue-shelled me on purpose!”
“Well, yeah. The point of the blue shell is to get someone, and you were in first place, so I had no other choice.” I turn to Denki as my kart crosses the finish line with a smug smile.
“He’s just mad that you’re better than him when his dignity’s on the line.” Sero points an amused grin between me and Denki. “Remember what you have to do now, Kaminari? I’m just here to make sure you uphold your end of the deal.” From his beanbag chair he jerks his thumb at Denki’s bed where I’m sitting. I flash them a thumbs-up.
“Yeah, yeah- I already know what I agreed to so shut up, I’m getting there-” Denki lifts himself out of his own beanbag chair and digs through the drawers in his closet until he pulls out a hefty purple vibrating dildo and a squirt bottle of water-based lube. I eye him from across the room as he goes back to his beanbag chair and straddles it with his knees. He had only been wearing a t-shirt and some boxers, but he pulls the boxers off and drops them beside the chair.
“Kaminari, your face is so red- what’s wrong?” I tease him in hopes that he’ll get even more flustered.
Denki’s dick visibly twitches and he puts his head down to focus on lubing up the dildo in his hands. His voice is muffled when he finally says, “No- I mean, nothing’s wrong. I don’t know what you mea–nmm-” and cut off when he pressed the head of the now-vibrating-dildo against his asshole.
kas~ everyone is bullying monoma today and I think i’m gonna join in, that counts as bullying you, right~?
so about my thigh-headlock post yesterday: sparring with monoma and you get him on the ground, thighs around his head as he gasps out of breath, embarrassment creeping up to him but not because he lost, but because of the current position that’s holding him in place. he can feel not only the heat from his ever-growing red face, but the warmth from the thighs as well. uwahhhhh thigh headlocks are definitely something you two should try more, no? he can’t even get a lighthearted insult out to you anymore, and it looks like you’ve gotten a bratty boy all flustered <3
“good job, but looks like you’re all red now~“
ahhhh I wanna write this into a full fic now- but studying must continue </3
that’s all my monoma thoughts for today… maybe- but it’s getting late so good night sweetheart <333
OKAY WAIT AAAAHHHHH I FORGOT YOU SENT THIS ASK IN I'M SORRY I'M SORRYYY- i typed out like- half a response then saved it to my drafts where it got burriieedd :')
ytaguhgahjscvghjasd i- ollliiieeee have mErCY
you know i have sUCH a big thing for thighs-
I'm gunna be whining about this forever- aaaahhhhhhhhh
When you finally pin him to the ground, it takes him a while to realize what's happening. After all, you just knocked the damn wind out of him.
Pretty eyelashes flutter and Monoma's surroundings begin coming back to him. He slowly takes in the way your thighs are encasing his head. The shell they provide around his ears is warm through the breathable material of your training sweats.
Craning his neck proves to be a fruitless endeavor when your thighs only tighten around his head, "You're not getting away from me that easily, Neito." His mouth opens, trying to come up with a witty retort, but instead- nothing.
The look you give him doesn't help. He can already feel his ears burning, hears his heart beating in his ears like a marching band on the day of a parade.
"um.." With a dry throat and sweaty palms Monoma flattens his hands against the gym floor. He's not going to kneed his fingers into the warm skin of your thighs. He's going to stop thinking about how firm your thighs are against the sides of his head.
He thinks about getting lost in your skin forever, pulled into unconsciousness from a lack of air and never resurfacing.
You jostle him from his fantasies. You're laughing at him, at his hooded eyelids, at the loudness of his breathing, at the collective heat from between your legs and his entire face.
"You're so red, Neito. I'll try to be worse at kicking your ass next time, yeah?"
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On the phone with whiny Denki; whining that he wants to be there with you, whining that your voice sounds so good even through the phone, whining that your words are making him painfully hard when his lunch break ends in ten minutes but he's already palming himself through his pants, looking to somewhere secluded to continue the call--
The way Sanji is soo obedient for Nami when she tells him to put on a show with you, enthusiastic to a fault in his effort to please.
He claps a hand over your mouth, nonchalant in telling you to quiet down- you moron. How the hell is he supposed to focus on Nami with all your whining? His wandering fingers pull you against him so he can look past you, searching for her gaze, craving her approval.
Her sweet, reassuring smile is what spurs him on. The hand covering your mouth is revoked, and you're kissed with fervor. You don't stand a chance against his fingers traversing the small of your back, not that you'd even want to. Nami was nice enough to set this up for you, but you hadn't realized just how eager the man was for her affections.
Sanji turns with you still tight in his grasp, and you're pressed against the wooden paneling of the wall. Nami nears you both, her voice syrupy as she praises the man looming over you. You watch his eyes practically turn to hearts. Her words raise the temperature of the cabin, flipping your stomach and setting your skin alight. It's obvious to you now why he adores her.
