yooooo, how about a terushima scenario?? It's a hot day, and his cute, oblivious gf is walking around their shared apartment with da booty shorts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he's like oh my god can you not but also can you wear these more often (maybe slightly nsfw....winkwonk) I love your blog, you're super great!!
Back from the death once again! I hope life’s been treating you well guys! I’ve missed you! 😞 I’m still getting getting ready for college and still sucks.
I loved this request as soon as I read it, so thanks a lot nonnie-chan😗❤ and I really like how this turned out so I'm crossing my fingers so you’ll like it🙏 It’s not exactly what you requested but the idea took over my fingers. Also this is the first time I get frisky per se, so… I don’t even know if this could be called NSFW, I’d say it’s more like suggestive I think? So yeah, this is the most NSFW I’ll get cause I don’t feel ready to write good NSFW. Enough rambling, here’s the request! ❤
All the windows are open, a jar of cold lemonade is being engulfed by his thirsty mouth, the air conditioning is at its max, but the whole house still feels like a fucking sauna. There sits Terushima, all limbs spread open, his butt on the floor and his bare back resting against the wall. The small expansion of the little balcony isn’t enough to fit his whole legs so his feet are hanging a little out from the border of the floor, but that is the lesser of his worries.
“Agh!! I hate summer!!” If only you had listened to him at the beginning of December, when he wanted to save all the money for presents and new clothes for Christmas parties and invest it in the both of you. Right now you could be chilling far away from the heat of the Sahara in a cool and fresh place. You wouldn’t be in Aspen, but a little cozy cabin in the outskirts of Mt. Fuji wasn’t so out of the picture. “I didn’t want a happy little Christmas!!,” He roars bitterly as he feels the sweat running through his already sticky neck.
“Shut it Grinch!,” Your voice comes from your shared bedroom, your steps going around apparently searching for something. “You better don’t be half naked again!,” You chide. “Mrs. Nakano already shoots me daggers whenever she sees me, I don’t need her scolding me for being a couple of degenerates.”
The boy licks his lips searching for some form of refreshment, “As if, what that woman wants is to get into my pants,” he mutters only for his ears to listen. “I’m serious Yuuji! Last time you decided to walk around only on sweatpants she lectured me during fifteen minutes!!”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry, I’m not only in sweatpants!” “I’m only wearing boxers.” He says mockingly. Your hurried steps come from the hallway and you’re behind him in two seconds. “You didn’t seem to mind me walking around in my boxers two night’s ago,” he teases as he turns his head to meet you. “But if it bothers you that much I can always just walk around wearing nothing at all.”
Your hands are at your hips and you’re giving him the scolding look and oh. You’re wearing those shorts. Damn. His eyes go from playful to completely predatory in .5 milliseconds, and suddenly he isn’t feeling that dizzy because of the heat. All he can do is stare at the tiny shorts and how they expose all the gorgeousness of your legs. “Well hello, love.” He greets you and he almost purrs, the light in his eyes flickers and his stare alone is enough to send a shiver through your spine. You really don’t want your neighbor nagging you again but it gets difficult to follow your train of thought when your boyfriend licks his lips and the tip of his piercing is saluting you with evil intent “Don’t even think about it, Yuuji.”
“I didn’t. Why must you always think the worst of me? It breaks my heart.” He says with feigned innocence.
“Because you are the worst. Now get up from there and put some clothes on.” You take your leave and your boyfriend’s right beside you before you can even take a step. His hands are at your hips and his arms pulls you against his chest with a strong movement. His skin is burning hot and your nose easily welcomes his musky essence.
He lowers his head to suck a patch on your neck and you need to brace your arms around his neck. Swift and teasingly his fingers start to dance against the skin peeking out from your shorts. “How about we give Mrs. Nakano a good show?”