#i might come back to this later but my brain is going haayyywwiiree from the amount of things i'm switching between rn :D

[sunkingwrites]

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?"

#sunkingchats #ollie <3 #my esposo <3 #olive boy <3 #monoma <3 #sunkingwrites #i might come back to this later but my brain is going haayyywwiiree from the amount of things i'm switching between rn :D #monoma x reader #bnha x reader