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.
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.
Dragging yourself to the clinic for another muscle remedy
gn reader but let's be honest, it's just me × Harvey from Stardew
☆~ suggestive ~☆
"You look like sh-" Harvey's gaze slides from you to the older woman waiting for her prescription.
Evelyn greets you with a genuine smile, cloaking her eyes with wrinkles. "Hello dearie." You can't help but return her sincerity, opting to move your attention from the doctor, "How is George doing?"
"Oh, you know, always in front of that screen he likes. He didn't want to come with me today so young Harvey here came to fetch me from home-" She shoots you an exaggerated wink, "If I'm lucky he'll walk me back too."
"Really?" You look back in Harvey's direction where he's decided the most interesting thing in the room is his cuticles.
Before you can tease him, Maru opens the door to the waiting room. Pills clinking in plastic seems to catch Harvey's attention as Maru slides him an official paper to sign.
You pay no mind to it, it's not for you- instead you catch Harvey's eyes wandering to where Maru is now bending over to talk with Evelyn. Your fingers tap the polished front counter purposely and his attention jolts back to you, your face, the bags under your eyes, and the twitch at the corner of your mouth.
"Sorry sorry, you wanted a muscle remedy?" His eyes wander from your face to your hands, all over you, then with great effort it seems, he drags his gaze back to your eyes.
You catch his freckled hands twitch across the counter, you want to hold them, to kiss those fingers and tell him to keep looking. Instead you huff, eyebrows raising with a slight concern for your own appearance. "Was it that obvious?" You swipe at your eyes, rubbing your face and holding back a groan.
"How long were you out last night?" He's already fiddling with a cabinet on the far wall, getting the right bottle. This is muscle memory to him by now, in fact, he should have had the bottle on the counter by the time you had reached it, but he'd been distracted.
"Late." The one word has his hands twitching again, just slightly. You pull your mind back from the places it oh so desperately wants to travel. Evelyn is here, and with it being a Thursday, so is Maru.
"You really should be more careful, there aren't many who could bring you up if you passed out down in the mines."
"Are you saying I'm too heavy, Harvey?"
That makes his eyes widen. He sets the bottle firmly on the counter and holds both his hands out. "No, that's not- I meant to say that you're brave, not many people would risk going down there... You're strong"
His breathing has picked up, he's been helping you notice these slight changes. You haven't told him yet that you've been using this newfound information to tease him.
"I'm just joking with you, Harv, c'mon." You grab the bottle of muscle remedy, and your fingers brush his hand. It really sets him off. Stuttering, red-faced, the whole thing- he clearly can't take a joke today. Maybe it has to do with Maru being around.
"Aren't you going to offer to walk Evelyn home, like a good doctor?" The statement does nothing to calm his nerves, but it does give him a task.
He steps behind the door leading into the back and in a few moments, he's reappearing from the waiting room door, wearing a jacket. His face is considerably more rosy than red and his hands are no longer shaking; he must have done some breathing exercises.
"Missus Mullner, if everything is sorted, would you like me to walk you home?"
His voice is sweet, and sincerely so- for a moment it brings you back to how he sounds with your lips against his. Honey coated, bordering on sickly with how sweet he is, how gentle he tries so hard to be.
You love to make him lose himself, forgo the gentle sweetness for a more potent desire, bordering on obsession - and with him, it's so easy, "like flicking on a switch" you've told him, only for him to cower behind his hands.
"Thank you for the offer, doctor, I think I'll be taking you up on it." Maru helps Evelyn to her feet and Harvey offers his arm for her to hold. Evelyn gladly takes his arm with a giggle that reminds everyone in the clinic this woman used to be a giddy young girl.
You wave goodbye to Maru and hold the clinic door open for the pair, when you catch Harvey staring at his hands again, only for a second.
"It was nice seeing you dear," Evelyn's warm smile is contagious as you smile back, before adding to Harvey as the pair walks away- "Nice nails, doctor!"
You don't catch what Evelyn is saying to him as they walk in the opposite direction from your house.
What you do catch is the clenching of Harvey's fist at his free side. You allow yourself to remember the sting of his nails desperately clawing at your back as he yields beneath you.
The bottle of muscle remedy is opened and drained before you even catch a glimpse of your house.
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.
Your best friend is folding your laundry with a show playing in the background.
You know what the show is, but your mind has too many things going on to understand the current plot.
Your wrists and bound and secured to the headboard of your bed, no amount of struggling will to loosen your restraints. You're okay with that.
Your best friend is folding your laundry, glancing over with a pleased smile every time a whine pushes past your lips.
Their gaze breaks from yours as they pull a phone from their pocket and increase the intensity of your vibrator. Spots of white and otherworldly colour sprinkle your vision. The buzzing between your legs is relentless- what were you doing before this?
It doesn't matter.
Your best friend is folding your laundry. They fish a pair of underwear from the basket of unwashed clothes and press the soft material to their face.
You hear them inhale and groan.
You don't see their eyes roll back, too encompassed in your own blinding pleasure.
The end credits of an episode start to play and your best friend reaches for the remote to skip to the next episode. Sound stops and starts again; an upbeat opening plays. What are we watching again??
You don't really care, but you're a little curious.
Your best friend is folding your laundry with a show you can't seem to recall playing in the background.
KASS KASSSSS How's my dearest sunshine doing today~? I hope you had a decently good say today <3
I decided to revisit some YY audios and ughh I have spent half the day in bed just staring at the ceiling with horny denki thoughts, liKE- I just wanna leave bites on his chest and tell him how pretty he looks all sensitive and squirming Ｔ▽Ｔ
I think I drank too much of the coffee my manager gave me--
pffttt haaaahhaa, neeerrrdd- spending half the day thinking about Denkiii- ooooOoOOoohHhhh, yoouu liiiikkkee hiiimmm!! &@^E&Q*(
:D
"hhaaah- fuckk.." Kaminari's tongue lolls out, head falling back as he gives into the pain blooming across his chest.
You slide your tongue along the reddening marks circling his sensitive nipples. "S' pretty for me, you're being soo good, hon." Your warm breath sends a jolt through the blond man pinned beneath you.
The most he can do is keep his eyes from crossing and give you a trembling nod paired with a whine.
A breath makes its way in through your teeth as you marvel at the radiant man under you. The way he gives himself to you, trusting you completely, yet unable to keep from babbling nonsense- a pitch higher than his usual voice.
You flick his sensitive buds and let out something like a sigh at the way Kaminari's eyes cross. Drool pools at the corners of his mouth and you dip into it with your thumb, spreading it across his bite-swollen lips.
Kaminari's dick strains against purple boxers. Golden irises meet your gaze and his lips take your thumb to suck on. The relaxation in his posture is almost immediate, tensed thighs going slack, eyes flitting closed.
"I haven't even got the strap out yet and you're already this subby, love?"
i have to pick this for shinsou because i simply must:
kami feels like this atm:
and then for me i''m picking this bc it's been living in my brain recently:
just wanted to let u know that i adore u <333
EVIE, HIII BABES I WAS AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL!!
Hitsoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari x Reader 0.7k
READ: the reader's chosen name will be 'Eve', and variations of their name will be used in this work, since I'm writing this with her in mind. The reader will be referred to using "she" & "they" pronouns, as those are Eve's preferred pronouns.
If you have an issue with that, don't read this work. It's for Eve, but anyone can read for their enjoyment as well!
~THE CULT OF HOT DEMON BEHAVIOUR~
“Want... Kami.. wanna see h-” Shinsou cuts you off with a firm grip around your throat. His hooded eyes aren’t giving away any clues to what he’s feeling, but from your seat in his lap, you feel his thighs tense.
“You’ll get to see him when he’s done changing, I already told you.” His fingers around your neck twitch and he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead.
Your mouth falls open and a shiver wracks your body instead of responding. Fluttering eyelids meet your boyfriend’s smirk, his mouth starts moving- probably to say words -you theorize. Whatever is leaving that pretty mouth of his goes unheard by your ears. Instead, your head is swimming in a gooey pool of trying to remember the name of his cologne- it’s probably something stupid like.. 9Lives, Dark Matter- no that’s too edgy-
The warm, custom collar of Shinsou’s fingers recedes and the world around you trickles back into focus. You carefully turn yourself around in his lap, like a cat finding the perfect napping spot. Your droopy eyes turn toward the closed bathroom door.
“-Kay, I’m ready!” Kaminari’s voice slices through the dissipating fog in your swamp of a mind. The bathroom door swings open and he jumps out behind it wearing an oversized hoodie with a Gengar print on its purple two-tone front. You recognize it as one of yours.
You feel Shinsou's growing arousal, in the clearing of his throat, and in the growing warmth of his pants.
“Do I sense a siiimp?” Kaminari plops onto the backward chair set in front of you and sticks out a leg, “Is it you, 'Toshi?”
Your eyes drop to Kaminari's legs.
The milky skin of his thighs through the thin ribs of black fishnets stare back.
Shinsou says nothing, but you can feel his gaze over your shoulder and just the thought of how his eyes must look sends a tingling to your arms and through your fingers.
"Oh ho ho, it is!" The sweet staccato of Kaminari's giggles has you getting up without thinking, and Shinsou doesn't stop you from approaching your other boyfriend.
Kaminari watches with a lopsided grin as your gaze moves up and down, up and down.
Just a hoodie and fishnets, just fishnets and a hoodie. Does he have underwear on under the hoodie- your hoodie?
Your hand reaches out to cup the side of his face. He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling, avoiding you and Shinsou, and your eyes catch the bob of his adam's apple.
"Kami."
"Uh huh?" Still watching the ceiling.
"You have underwear on?"
His head falls forward, gaze trained on your mouth. "Nuh uh."
He watches you purse your lips, then his gaze flits to Shinsou already getting up and coming over.
"Are you a fan of my outfit, babes?" His grin is directed at you while his eyes track his boyfriend's approach.
Before you can even nod, Shinsou's fingers are gripping your shoulder and holding you in place. You might as well be glued to the floor.
"Thought you were gunna wear mine." His voice is low on Kaminari's neck, causing the corners of his grin to twitch slightly.
"Mm, but theirs smells better than yours, stinky." His tongue finds the side of Shinsou's face and he launches a big wad of spit onto his boyfriend's cheek.
Shinsou is dragging you back into the living room, "You're not gunna touch him, Eve."
He turns to address Kaminari, "Stay."
"Heyy! I'm not a little cat."
Shinsou raises an eyebrow, silent.
A meow rings out from somewhere else in the house, bouncing off walls to reach you. You have to cover your mouth with your free hand to keep from laughing-- it doesn't work.
You lean into Shinsou's side, whispering a possible translation of your cat's screaming.
He nods along with you and finally looks back at Kaminari seated sideways on the chair. "Georgie's right, Denki-" His smirk is downright amused, "You're just a dog. And this-" His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
You swear his voice drops a whole octave. Your ears ring with the rumble in his chest.
"This is my kitten."
You chime in, equally amused and bolstered by Shinsou's teasing.
"Now we're gunna have fun, and you get to watch- like a good boy."
