#mmmm idk how i feel ab this one but jfskndjfjfjf

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👉🏽👈🏽 Smut prompt 46 that leads to 45 hrmmmm of these choices (or do em all yk whatever your blurbs 🤷🏽‍♂️🤤😌 your lovily either way Mwah) Terushima, Kyotani, aaaaand something makes Aone or Ukai feral the not enough simped for 🤒 Hope your day/night is going swimmingly

IM DEF SKIPPING AROUND FOR THESE SORRY BITCHES BUT THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD THANK UUU anon i decided to write for terushima heres his debut on my blog xoxo

again im sorry im a shithead ill make a “keep reading” when im off mobile <////3 ik i wanna fight myself too im sorry

46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

warnings: nsfw, slight marking, fingering i feel like i shouldve put more fucking,,, but i kinda fuck w the open ending JDJSJDJ SORRY LMAO

character: terushima x fem!reader

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You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you looked at your reflection. You were wearing a black lingerie set, the bra and thong both covered with delicate lace. Intricate straps of the matching garter held your tights in place, accentuating your curves.

Your boyfriend had never seen you in something like this before, why you wanted to tease him while you were out at dinner, you had no idea. You were excited nevertheless. You quickly grabbed your phone to take a photo of your outfit, before pulling your dress over your head, the hem of just barely covering the lacy edge of your stockings.

As if on cue, Terushima popped his head into the room to check if you were done changing.

“Ready to go, baby?” He asked, smiling at your reflection. You turned to him and smiled back, nodding. You slipped into your heels, walking up to him and smoothing out his dress shirt.

“Let’s go,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss. Your smile lingered longer than you’d planned, but Terushima assumed you were just excited for your double date.

You were on a double date at a higher end restaurant with one of Terushima’s old friends from college. The night was filled with sharing hold memories and laughing about new adventures.

In a lull in conversation between the four of you, you placed a hand on Terushima’s shoulder, bringing your lips close to his ear.

“Wanna see what I’m wearing under all of this?” You whispered, a smile creeping up on your face.

“What?” Terushima pulled away with a puzzled look painted across his own. You simply opened your phone to your text conversation, send the picture, and set your phone back down, taking a drawn out sip of your wine.

Terushima grabbed his own phone, his eyes widening at the photo you sent. The black lace adorning your skin, your beautiful curves— he tried his best to maintain his composure as he mentall shortcircuited. His eyes were fixated on your photo as he racked through his brain for an excuse to get the hell out of this restaurant and get you underneath him.

He mumbled some bullshit excuse about an early flight the next day, haphazardly calling for a waiter to pay for their portion of the dinner. He swiftly said his goodbyes to his friend and his girlfriend, and you quickly followed suit. Terushima practically sprinted out of the restaurant, opening the car door for you once you made it through the parking lot.

After he stepped inside, he immediately reached a hand out to your thigh, pushing back the fabric of your dress to reveal the lacy edge of your stockings. You couldn’t help but smirk as his mouth fell open, the tent in his dress pants growing even more. You reached a hand down to lift your dress more and Terushima groaned at the sight.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, feeling the lace material of your garter under his fingertips, “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

You moaned at his words, thighs threatening to press together but his hand reached between to your clothed slit, groaning at how soaked your panties were. He pushed the fabric to the side, the pads of his fingers gathering your wetness before rubbing your sensitive clit.

You grabbed a fistful of his dress shirt, pulling him into a hot kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together. One of Terushima’s thick fingers pushed into your cunt, you could feel him smile against your mouth as you let out a long moan. He pumped his finger a few times before pushing another into you, curling them to press against the spongy spot that made you cry out for him.

As he moved down to scatter neck, you already felt the coil in the pit of your stomach threaten to snap. It took all your strength to stop his hand, your tight grip on his wrist snapping him out of his lustful ministrations on your neck. He looked up at you, his eyes heavy with lust as you spoke.

“Hurry up and drive.”