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kinktober 2023 -> day 18

hair pulling - kozume kenma x reader

word count: 669

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Kozume Kenma was complicated.

He confused everyone around him. His friends, colleagues, acquaintances. He was quiet and unexpressive, and that made him difficult to connect with. He often came off as intriguing and mysterious. Even when he played volleyball back in high school, it was a well known fact that opposing teams were wary of Nekoma’s setter above everything else. If there was anyone who understood him, it was Kuroo. And you, of course you.

It had taken years and years of awkward friendship and then awkward relationship before Kenma really opened up to you. Where you two were now was the very peak, but it had not always been like this. You were sure that if you hadn’t loved the boy so much for so long, Kenma would still elude you. But not now. Now, you could play Kenma like a puppet. And that’s exactly what you were doing with your skilled fingers at this very moment.

“Again.” Kenma’s husky voice hit your ear, shivers traveling down your spine at the sound. You obeyed and curled your fingers into a fist again, causing the strands of hair between them to stiffen as you pulled. A broken moan left his lips, muffled into the crook of your neck. His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking, and your breath caught in your throat when his cock shifted inside you, hitting at a new angle.

“Kenma.” You whined when he established a stable pace again, hips jerking into you over and over. He was panting and gasping as you twisted and tugged at his hair, the tingles from his scalp running down his spine and his blood shooting straight to his dick. Kenma groaned, feeling his thrusts faltering once more. You bit your bottom lip as the coil inside you tightened. You wanted to cum so bad, and lucky for you, you knew just what to do to get there.

You relocated your hand in Kenma’s hair to grip it closer to the roots and gather more of it in your hands. The silky soft strands were pliant and easy to manage as they bent to your will. You had always loved Kenma’s hair, but it wasn’t until a few months ago that you had noticed how his eyes would flutter and his breath would hitch when you ran a hand through it and gave it a playful tug. You did a lot more than that now, pulling so hard that Kenma’s head shot back, his bare neck extending and back arching a bit. You watched his eyes squeeze shut, his pouty lips part as he sucked in a sharp breath, eyebrows furrowing as the mix of pleasure and pain brought him closer to the edge right along with you.

“Faster, baby.” You whispered. “I’m so close. Wanna cum.”

Another harsh tug. Kenma let out a long drawn out moan, his neck and chest flushed and skin shiny with sweat. His arms struggled to hold him up, trembling under the weight of the sensations going through his body. But his hips didn’t fail you. He was frantic, pounding into you so hard and fast that it made your body stiffen up. Fuck, that was just right. And as your muscles locked, your orgasm washing over you, you tugged harshly on Kenma’s hair, an involuntary action that pushed him over the edge too, slamming his cock deep into you before releasing hot and white inside you, eyes rolling up and mouth dropping open. He rutted into you, moaning and shuddering as wave after wave of wonderful high traveled through his body, lighting stars behind his tightly closed eyelids.

You cooed and praised him when he collapsed on you, breathing heavily, body still shaking. You ran soothing fingertips through his sensitive head, softly scratching where you knew you had pulled the hardest, until his muscles were loosening up and he slumped completely, his weight entirely on you. Kenma hummed his appreciation, nuzzling his face into your neck. You smiled.

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I need recommendations for wattpad books and aot3 books with friends with benefits genre, Im obsessed with this genre, I NEED MORE👹. (good smut pls 🙏🏽🙇🏽‍♀️). Can be anime x F reader , oc stories or kpop fanfics.

#kenma x reader #kpop fanfic #anime fanfic #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #wattpad books #friends with benefits anime stories pls

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✦idea for tumblr or Wattpad serie

★Izana x F reader ★

✦Izana is a famous singer who sings songs like Brent faiyaz - all mine, Angel

( I love his songs)

✦Izana and the F reader meet at a party, and they start hanging out and having a friends with benefits thing.

Smut pleaseeeeeeeeeee

I lowkey want something car race related thing cus I love car race related fanfics…

But..anyways,thats what I have in Mind for now.

★the vibe that I was thinking ★

♡Don’t forget to tag meeeeee♡

#izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #wattpad #izana fluff #izana x you #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #izana sano #izana imagines #tr izana #izana kurokawa #Spotify

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♡Here are some anime Wattpad x female reader♡

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★Shinsou x F reader★

✦Armin x F reader ✦

★Semi x F reader ★

✧kenma x F reader ✧

✦thank you ✦

#haikyuu smut #armin smut #armin x fem reader #kenma x female reader #timeskip kenma #shinsou x you #mha smut #bnha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #hitoshi shinso x y/n #semi eita #eita semi #semi x reader #wattpad

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✦idea for a Wattpad book, ao3 or tumblr series✦

✩kenma x female reader✩

F reader is trying to get out of the relationship with her cheating toxic boyfriend, after finding out , she tries to think if she should stay and forgive or end the relationship.

During that time, she meets kenma, and they start having a friend with benefits relationship( in secret )a really good and healthy one, she feels safe.

And because of the relationship, kenma changes her mind and she breaks up with her boyfriend.

★Some details ★

Freader lives alone

(And has a cat/ I love cats)

A chapter were kenma friends fiend out about the relationship

Smut please 🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️

Maybe some problems with the toxic boyfriend

And has to be timeskip kenma

The vibe that I think it would look good :

✦got this from “ (-s4torify), doesn’t write anymore

✦ good book

✩All credits to her ✩

♡Don’t forget to tag me ♡

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✦Hi, hello ✦

✩I’m going to show 3 really good books on Wattpad ✩

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✦izana x reader✦

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✦geto suguro x reader ✦

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✦kenma x reader ✦

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★I really recommend these books.★

♡Show some love on these writers ♡

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warnings : suggestive (mdni), fem reader, grinding, reader wears kenma's shirt, established relationship, teasing

word count : 0.6k

“What–” he coughs, an uncharacteristically shocked expression crossing his features; the loss of composure lasts only for a split second, yet it causes confusion to crawl through your stomach. “– what’s that?”

Kenma’s eyes are unblinking as you furrow your brows, a small pout tugging at your lips. “What’s ‘what’?” you retort, crossing the length of his living room in a few strides. The floor is cool– not unlike the chill outside–but fluffy socks warm your feet, and the cold floor does not bother you. 

Your boyfriend’s game lies–forgotten–on the couch's cushion. His eyes draw you nearer, shamelessly roaming and tracing over your body, lingering at the hem of the shirt you wear. 

His fingers twitch by his side, thighs spreading in a minute action that, if you did not know Kenma, you would have missed. But he shifts almost eagerly, moving as if he has too much energy. It’s incredibly endearing you to—he’s incredibly endearing to you.

“This,” he simply murmurs as you get closer, voice lower than usual. It has you grinning, a slight hum escaping your lips as his fingers reach for you, needily. Kenma’s fingers dance over the hem of the shirt—his shirt, he’s realized–slowly dragging his fingertips across your upper thighs, warm hands cupping your bare leg to squeeze, appreciatively. You shiver, and Kenma’s eyes flit up to yours.

He remains seated as you stand before him, his hands moving up your thighs. His hands are large, warm, as they slowly trace up your legs, gently pushing under the hem of your shirt until he can catch a glimpse of your panties. 

Immediately, Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat. His legs spread a bit wider–unconsciously pulling you closer, tugging at your hips until you’re moving to straddle his lap. 

The shocked look on his face from earlier is gone, replaced instead by a smug, self-satisfied grin. It’s lopsided and boyish–charming in nature, enough to have you swooning, even before you felt his cock throb against you. Warm hands pull at your hips, and you eagerly follow Kenma’s lead, rocking yourself over his lap, over his hardening cock. 

“This?” you ask, tone not yet shaky. As if in thought, you look down, pinching the faded fabric between your fingertips. Then, you look back up at your boyfriend, pleased to see that his eyes are already on you. “It’s yours.”

Kenma huffs exasperatedly, yet not annoyedly. There is affection lining the sound–so much so that it has your heart swelling with warmth, burning with a kind of kindling heat that only urges you to grind against his lap a bit harder, if only to hear the gasp that gets caught in his throat. 

“I think I recognize my shirt,” Kenma rolls his eyes, one hand grasping your ass, pulling you apart before pinching your hip. Now, it’s you who’s at a loss for words, only able to focus on the dizzying, adoring presence of the man in front of you. Then, as if distracted, he states, “Looks good on you. Keep it.”

But he’s grinning, clearly turned on at the sight of you wearing his clothes, his cock throbbing underneath you with every circle of your hips over his. A hand smoothes to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer without a second word. Wordlessly, you smirk, and Kenma returns it all the same before pressing his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue for just a taste. 

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infatuated (4)

syn ->  izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

beware of… slight police brutality, izana catches you with your pants down (literally), and fluff

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( ⌕ ) 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄? 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 / 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⸝⸝ kenma kozume.

summary : you really can't stand kenma–can't you?

warnings : smut (mdni), fem reader, post timeskip, hate sex (kinda not really), fwb relationship, mutual pining, fingering, teasing, cursing, slight breast / nipple play, idiots to lovers if you squint

word count : 1.2 k

hi this is really bad and i whipped it out in like 30 mins but i hope you enjoy anyways <3 i can't stop thinking about him <3

“I can’t stand you.”

In hindsight, you suppose you could’ve styled your tone with a bit more hostility–with even an inkling of the disdain you typically feign. Instead, your voice wavers with barely-hidden affection, the pitch of it increasing the longer his watchful gaze remains fixated on your body.

It is not easy to hate Kenma Kozume, but it is easy to hate to love him. 

The man in question merely quirks his brow in acknowledgment of your statement, slotting his knee between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread them, aiding Kenma in creating a space for him to hover over you. 

“Really? You can’t?” he asks, and if he were a stranger, you think you would have missed the amusement lacing his words. 

Kenma crowds into your space easily, and you let him. With his body leaning over you, he presses his hips to yours; he’s always so warm–hands radiating heat when he cups your cheek, your breasts, lips searing with warmth when he kisses down your throat–and you bite back the urge to pull him closer to be surrounded by that heat. 

“Yeah,” you shakily reply, knowing you’re not fooling anyone. As usual, your words contradict your actions, and Kenma simply offers you a lopsided, boyish grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“‘S that why you keep letting me fuck you?” Kenma’s grin broadens at your reaction–your arms tightening around him, aching to pull him closer, your hips jutting up ever-so-slightly to rub against him. 

Smoothing his hand down your body, he sucks in a deep breath at the feeling of your skin, at how the curve of your breast seems to fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Distractedly, he runs a thumb over your hardened nipple, barely offering the relief you crave. 

You keen in response, a brief murmuring, a plea, of his name, and the sound shoots straight to his stiffening cock. He continues moving his hand downward, brushing over your hips, allowing his fingertips to drag against your navel until your skin erupts with small bumps of pleasure and anticipation. Then, he finally presses his hands to your inner thigh, tracing nondescript shapes against the sensitive skin, before his warm palm cups the entirety of your cunt. 

Kenma can’t help the way his heart stutters in his chest, his grin gleaming and mischievous as he drags his coarse fingertips through the folds of your cunt. “‘S that why this pussy is so wet?” 

“Sh-shut up,” you attempt to chastise him, yet your arms tighten around his neck to pull him closer.

“Oh?” Kenma asks, tilting his head to the side. In the low light of his bedroom, he can’t see you as well as he’d prefer, but the notion that you’re lying naked in his bed, ready and waiting for him to fuck you, has his cock throbbing almost painfully in the sweatpants he wears. “I thought you liked my voice. Thought you got off to it.”

Kenma adores the sight of you in his bed–adores seeing you underneath him like this–even if you do refuse to face your obvious affections.

Yours and his. 

“So what if I do?” you retort, pressing your fingertips harshly against the nape of his neck. It’s a question–one he has grown used to in the months of this endless cycle. With his fingers dragging through your folds, circling your wet clit, Kenma obliges to your incessant tugging, leaning forward until his hair falls around you in a soft curtain. He nudges his nose against your jaw before facing you, pressing his forehead to yours in a fleeting, affectionate moment. 

You angle your head up to press back, and when you meet his gaze, Kenma thinks you appear almost shy. 

“Then I’d get off on that,” Kenma replies, pulling away a hairs-width to watch your sweet, intoxicating reaction as he presses a finger inside you. Without fail, your lips immediately part, brows scrunching until your face morphs into that adorable expression Kenma finds himself often thinking about. At his words, Kenma feels how you clench tightly around his finger, and he pushes it in knuckle-deep before raising his brows in shock. “You like that? Like hearing how I get off on you?”

You bite your lip, pressing your teeth against it, and Kenma furrows his brows. Needily, he leans down to kiss you, finally molding his lips over yours in the way you’ve both been craving since Kenma called and you answered by showing up at his door. 

The kiss is slow and deep. Kenma parts your lips by brushing his tongue against the seam of your mouth, letting out an unabashed groan when you allow him to lick into your mouth. Pressing his tongue against yours, Kenma presses another finger inside you, instantly curling up to rub against the spot that never fails to have the pressure increasing and coiling in your abdomen. 

The whole while, Kenma kisses you. He kisses you passionately as you begin to fuck his fingers, rocking your hips along with every curl of his knuckles between your thighs. 

“Maybe,” you pant when you break apart–a confession. 

Kenma hears the confession hidden in your tone, weighing heavy and stilted on his tongue. He hears it because it’s hanging heavily in his throat, too, blocking up any words he wishes he could say until all he can do is kiss you. 

It doesn’t take long for your hands–rushed and hurried–to begin tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, to insistently tug and pull it back until it snaps against Kenma’s skin. He pulls away from your lips to glare, but he is caught off guard to see you grinning happily, sheepishly, underneath him. 

“C’mon. You gonna fuck me?” you giggle, tucking your chin to your chest as you watch Kenma shuck off his sweatpants. Hurriedly, he’s crawling back over your form, pressing his hips against yours as your chest arches against his. 

“Yeah, please,” Kenma murmurs, his breath hitching in his throat when your hand wraps around the base of his cock. You tug your wrist up the length of him, and Kenma’s hips jolt forward to follow your movement, to follow how you fuck your hand down his cock. 

He helps you press the head of his cock to your cunt, and a satisfied sound immediately spills past Kenma’s lips at the feeling of you–warm, wet, and so–

“–so fucking tight,” Kenma groans, rocking his hips forward until his cock is buried between your thighs. “So tight even after I fuck you this much? Shit.”

Kenma hisses as your cunt sucks him in, and he can’t help but keep his eyes latched onto where you’re connected. He draws his hips back, and the addicting sight of your slick smearing and coating his cock has him hurriedly pushing back inside before he cums prematurely. 

“This pussy definitely likes me,” Kenma groans against your neck, kissing and nipping his teeth along your skin. Your hands card in his hair, tugging and pulling gently until he’s looking your gazes meet.

“I like you too, Kenma,” you admit, gasping on a choked moan when he presses his hips flush against you, grinding his cock in short movements that always leave you writhing underneath him. 

Then, Kenma grins–a teasing, trouble-filled expression overtaking his features. “Really? Thought you couldn’t stand me?”

He kisses you, tilting your head to press his tongue into your mouth, licking at your tongue and moaning against your lips as he fucks his cock into you. “But I’m glad you don’t,” Kenma’s breath is hot as he pulls away, fanning across your chin as he stares at you, “‘cause I like you, too.”

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infatuated (3)

syn –> izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

beware of.. police, someone gets arrested, fights, kisaki has his own warning

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#izana x reader #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers izana #izana x you #izana fluff

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infatuated (2)

synopsis -> izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

nothing to be warned of..

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#izana x reader #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers izana #izana x you #izana fluff

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infatuated (1)

synopsis ~ izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

cw ~ stalking, illegal racing, weed usage, driving when under the influence

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★ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ☆

so have you seen those tiktoks of couples playing the guitar together where one person is strumming and the other is holding the notes? i'm not sure if that's the right way to phrase it but i'm sure you know what i mean. anyways, i thought it'd be cute if i wrote a oneshot based on this with none other than sero hanta. the "reader" depicted in this is actually based on me and things i like as i thought it would match the theme quite well (also this is something i dream of doing if i get into a relationship). also i think giving the reader an aesthetic can help others put themselves in other peoples' shoes and experience different things or feel that the content is more personal. anyways, please enjoy~

☼︎ 1.5ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ❀ ғʟᴜғғ ❀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ☼︎

"it's been hours though, sero"

you and your oh so precious boyfriend, sero, are sat beside each other in you impressively cramped dorm room. despite all of them being the same size, your room definetely felt the smallest by far. all the band posters, paintings and pieces of artworks, old records, and polaroids of you and your friends that you have stuck on your wall don't help the problem, but they do look quite nice in your opinion, and sero's too. you also have an assortment of plants sat on and around your windowsill, the leaves of a large monstera shielding half of your record collection from view.

"i know, baby, but you have to keep trying, everybody struggled with that section, it's not just you"

for the past 4 excruciating hours, you have been attempting to master quite an advanced song on the guitar. sero is quite an experienced guitarist and so was able to play this song for you, your favourite song at that, as a surprise for your birthday. you loved it so much that now you are determined to learn it for yourself. in any other situation, you'd think your boyfriend was being very sweet, as he always is, reassuring you with his kind words and pet names that gidve you butterflies. however, now you're purely irritated, you just can't get over the fact that he makes it look so easy.

"awh don't pout at me, my love"

every time. it works like a charm. pouting is sero's weak spot, something you often sometimes use in your favor. you continue pouting while fiddling subconsciously with the strings of the electric guitar resting on your lap, lightly strumming the melody of the song you have been trying and failing to perfect. you pause and watch as sero stands from his seat next to you and repositions himself in front of you. he wastes no time in lifting the guitar off your lap, making sure the strap comes over your head properly before setting it down behind you on your single bed. it is, unfortunately, quite a small bed, even without the guitar there is was still quite a tight space for cuddling but that's alright, it just means you'll have to huddle closer together. no one's complaining at that one, right? he reclaims his seat and sits cross legged in your direction, waiting for you to turn and face him, but you just continue to pout. sighing, he reaches an arm under your legs and lifts them onto the bed, turning you to face him and making you sit cross legged.

"baby? look at me. i'll help you play it ok?"

you try to keep yourself from smiling, let's just say your poker face still needs a little practice. but you just can't help it, everything is going according to plan.

"you will?"

maintaining eye contact with him only makes it harder to keep a straight face, sero seems to be completely oblivious to your secret plan.

"of course. i didn't realize it would bother you this much, babe"

it turns out the two of you have the exact same thing in mind and are both playing along, thinking you're fooling each other when in reality you are both working towards the same goal. it must be true, great minds do think alike.

sero turns away from you and cautiously lifts the guitar through the gap between the two of you, careful not to hit you with any part of it.

"come, sit on this side of me"

he pats a spot on his left and you crawl behind him, sitting yourself down in the spot he assigned for you. the guitar is now rested on your knee again, the neck being held by your boyfriend. this is it, the moment you've both been dreaming of. it may seem like a such a small action, maybe even insignificant to others, but to the two of you, this is a precious moment to keep between the two of you. you enjoy being more intimate without others around, constantly exchanging (mostly) delicate kisses and taking part in wholesome activities together, it's what completes your already perfect relationship. this idea is one you both saw on tiktok. countless couples have made and posted videos of them playing guitar together, the more inexperienced guitarist strumming while the other, who is generally more skilled at playing guitar, forms the chords and keeps everything running smoothly at the neck. both of you were too shy to send the videos to each other, so instead you both came up with a "secret" plan.

a light pink hue is dusted on your soft cheeks as sero shuffles closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other holds the neck of the guitar. he places a gentle kiss on your temple, and another behind your ear. leaning into him slightly, you take in his calming scent and return the kisses he so generously gifted to you. you lean away from him briefly to grab your pick and something suddenly clicks in his mind. you know exactly what he's doing, and you're playing along; it's finally clear to him that you both had the same thing in mind. he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly as his shoulders shake, before ruffling your hair.

"ready?"

"ready"

you catch his eye and nod, quickly breaking eye contact and shifting your focus to his fingers which were positioned perfectly on the neck, creating the first chord. you adjust your grip on the pick before strumming against the strings, looking back up at sero's hand to check he had shifted positions. you continue playing, constantly reminding yourself of the strumming pattern and which chords only need certain strings to be played. a smile replaces the frown your mouth had been housing as you play smoothly through the section you had been struggling with all day. sero watches in adoration as you smile grows wider, thinking about how cute you look in that moment. your happiness brings him joy. your happiness is all he could ever ask for.

"awh man, we were doing so well... sero? babe, are you even paying attention?"

sero's hand is frozen up, his mind floating away as he loses himself in the thoughts of you, only to be pulled back down as you search his slightly crossed eyes. he jolts ever so slightly as he comes to, relaxing his hand and moving it to rest on your cheek.

"I'm sorry, my love. you just looked so cute, i couldn't help but stare"

he's always so flirty like that, constantly teasing you until you blush uncontrollably at his compliments. this is one of those moments.

"hmph, shut up"

you can pretend to be annoyed all you want, but you know deep inside that sero can see right through you. he always knows what you're think, or feeling. there's no hiding it from him; he knows you like the back of his hand. without a second thought, he tightly wraps you in a warm embrace and peppers your face with kisses, each one as soft as the other. this was just one example of the beauty of your love; it's delicate and intimate in a way that no one else will ever quite understand. you melt under his touch, unable to hold yourself together. his body vibrates onto yours, a warm tingling feeling trickling down your neck as he laughs softly to himself.

"you really do come undone in my touch, don't you?"

burying your face into his neck only makes him chuckle more, holding your head in place with his spare hand and delicately removing the guitar from your hold. he pulls away briefly, placing the instrument back on its stand and placing both of your phones on your dresser.

"surprise attack!"

the bed dips around you as sero jumps on top of you, pushing you onto your back and trapping you under his body. playfully he started doing press ups above you, puckering his lips every time he nears your face to tease you. eventually, you grow tired of his games and pull him down onto you, smashing your lips onto his causing him to gasp into your mouth, his shock coming out as what sounded like a soft moan. you can't help pulling away and laughing out loud, watching as your boyfriend (who is still on top of you) turns completely red, unable to hide his embarrassment.

"d- don't laugh at me, dummy"

a couple hours pass, and sero finally recovers. you find yourself wrapped around him, your legs intertwining with his. his neck feels warm against your face which you nuzzle into him. another thing you treasure most about your relationship are the cuddles. miraculously, cuddling with the love of your life never gets old. the feeling of having the one you love this close to you is completely irreplaceable. you just can't put into words how much you love this boy, no matter how silly and teasing he can be, he's still your precious sero, and you plan to spend the rest of your days with him, and him alone.

☼︎ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sʜʏ ☼︎

#mha #sero x reader #sero #bnha #sero hanta #hanta x reader #sero x yn

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# 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 ! — ♡

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇: 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂

pairing: kozume kenma x fem!reader w/c: 1.9k+ contains: consensual aphrodisiac use, face sitting/riding, minors DNI synopsis: kenma's not trick or treating, but this candy’s gonna give him one hell of a toothache.

“Come here.” It’s a silly request, considering where you are when he makes it. Kenma’s arms are draped loosely around your waist, his face pressed into the back of your sweater. Your legs are curled up just in front of his, close enough that you can feel his knees pressing into the backs of yours. You exhale a laugh, locking the screen on your switch and putting an end to the bright colors, lights, and hyperactive music emitting from the screen. The device is tossed aside as you hop, twist, and shuffle in the sheets until you can face your boyfriend, small smile on your face as you push the long bangs from his face. 

“Hi,” you greet quietly, enjoying the sweet moment with Kenma. Your hands pull up between your bodies, fingers twisting into the baggy material of his t-shirt. 

“Can I tell you about something I wanna try?” You nod sleepily, resting your head against the pillow on your side of the bed when he immediately starts searching for something on his phone. Before you can even re-open your eyes, bright blue light is streaming from behind your lids. You squint at the screen, pushing his hand back so you can focus.

“Is that…an aphrodisiac?” you ask, already feeling a twitch in the pit of your stomach. Kenma nods, scrolling down to show you reviews.

“Yeah, looks like a lot of people said it works, too.” 

“You wanna try it?” you question, heartbeat racing at the idea of your boyfriend completely desperate, fucking you like it was his only salvation. That is, until he shakes his head, putting his phone away again and opting to grab your chin instead, forcing you to look at him. 

“I want you to try it.” There’s no hiding from him when he’s holding you like this- he can see that you have to swallow your saliva, completely obsessed with the idea. It doesn’t take you longer than a moment to agree, eagerly watching him order the lozenges that promised heightened arousal, already dripping before they’d even come.

—

“Are you sure this time?” you question, holding the truffle between your fingertips. “Ugh, it’s melting.”

“It’s chocolate, eat it.” Kenma sits on the couch just above where you rest on the floor, legs spread as he leans down to watch you closely. You grimace at the candy, praying this one wouldn’t be as nasty as some of the other ‘treats’ he’d given you. Thankfully, the chocolate is smooth with a sweet and rich flavor, melting easily against your tongue and leaving behind a chewy center. Once you swallow, Kenma’s hand is reaching down to cup your cheek, tilting your head up. “Show me.”

Eager to please, your lips part and fall, lolling your tongue out as you turn your head from side to side, showing him you’d eaten it all. “Good kitty.”

“Ugh, I told you not to call me that,” you groan, smacking his hand away gently. “Do you think it’ll be fast?” Kenma’s still chuckling when he shrugs, patting the seat next to him. 

“I don’t know, but come up here while we wait. You’ll hurt your knees.”

You oblige, sliding into place at his side, legs curled underneath you. “Where’d you even find it this time?” Kenma snorts, wrapping an arm around your back and tugging you into his chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers. It’s your turn to laugh, accompanied by an eye roll while you get comfy.

—

“It’s gotta be a dud.”

“It’s only been a half hour,” Kenma laughs, pausing the video playing on screen to give you his full attention. “You don’t feel anything?”

It would be a lie to say you felt nothing- but that could be said about any of Kenma’s ventures into this field. Everything he’d given you had brought on at least a little jolt of excitement, made you feel a little more sensitive. You’re never sure if it’s a genuine effect from the products or if it’s just a placebo, though.

With a sigh, you pick at and fluff the hem of your skirt, shaking your head. “I’m gonna have to take over hunting these things down, you’re fired.” 

“As if, you’d never be able to find anything. You don’t know the internet like I do.” Kenma shifts in his seat to slip his phone out of his back pocket, brushing his arm against yours in the process. The touch of his skin against your own feels like a lick of pure fire, blazing up your limbs and into your core. By the time you turn your head to glance at the spot he touched, you can feel the pulsing of your brain. 

A shiver runs through your body, every nerve on edge and extra sensitive to the slow breeze of the air conditioning. “Kenma…” Your voice trails off as you feel the more physical effects take place, legs suddenly clenching together. By the time he looks up from his phone, it’s too late, you’re already grabbing at his body, nails digging into his arm and thigh. 

“Can you fe-”

“I need you right now.” You cut him off quickly, clenching and unclenching your core in hopes to relieve some of the aching emptiness.

“Oh, shit,” Kenma laughs, near giddy to see your reaction. “Yeah? Need it so bad, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll let you suck my di-” 

You cut him off with a whine, even as he pulls the elastic of his waistband down his thighs, letting his soft dick spill out. That isn’t enough, it won’t satisfy you the way you need. Without even thinking, you’re clambering over his body, pushing him back until he lay near flat- or close enough to it- on the couch. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you slam one knee on either side of his face and lower your hips, hiding his face under your skirt. 

“Fuck!” you almost scream when you can feel his hot and moist breath on your pussy, even through your panties. In your desperation, your hips begin rutting against him, and Kenma is quick to catch you, wrapping his arms around your thighs. His tongue presses to the seam of your underwear, inhaling sharply when he can taste your tang through the fabric.

But when he inhales, all he smells is you, all he tastes is you, and all he feels is you when he squeezes. All he can hear are your muffled whines and moans, so relieved from just the slightest amount of pleasure. You’re overwhelming his system, and he can feel himself falling dizzy under your intoxicating spell. 

Kenma’s tongue laves at your pussy over your panties until he gets frustrated and scoffs. With an annoyed flick of his wrist, he hooks them in his thumb, then peels them back and pins them to your thigh, exposing your dripping cunt. His eyes go wide, even in the low light streaming from under your skirt, because he can’t think of a time he’d seen you this wet, been so ready to take him.

Unfortunately, you don’t have the patience for him to admire the scenery, and Kenma winces at the sting of his hair being pulled under your knees as you try to grind against his tongue. “Relax,” he mumbles, kissing your clit with all the adoration he can offer. And then he’s attaching himself to you like a sex toy, tongueing and suckling your clit with hollowed out cheeks. He only parts to drink your juices up as they spill down his chin and neck, soaking the top of his hoodie. 

“Cumming!” you cry way too soon, fat tears overlooking your cheeks for a few moments before cascading down them anyway, completely overcome with pleasure. 

His grip on you grows stronger suddenly, pillow of your thighs squeezing out from between his fingers. His brain is only fuzzier and fuzzier as he drinks up your cum, but he never considers pulling back for air. He inhales a breath when he can, and uses the energy to taste more of you.

Even though you’ve just climaxed, your body feels like you’ve been on edge for hours- still so needy to cum again, again, and again. Your fingers shakily comb through the silky smooth roots of Kenma’s bangs before digging your nails into his scalp, locks of hair trapped tightly between the knuckles of your fists.

His moan vibrates against your cunt as he gulps your taste down and you can feel his body pitch as his hips thrust uselessly in the air, desperate for any kind of friction but finding nothing. The stinging of your tugging makes his cock strain, skin stretched tight and bobbing in the chilled air. You glance over your shoulder following the movement, cunt gushing at the erotic sight before you.

The skin is flushed angry pink and a steady supply of precum has leaked down the side, shiny and sticky to the touch, you’re sure. Suddenly, his tongue curling deep inside you doesn’t feel like enough- you feel achingly empty. 

With a noise of complaint, you raise your hips, using your grip on Kenma’s hair to keep him held down when he tries to chase after you. When his head thumps back against the couch, he inhales a gasp of breath, then pushes your skirt off his face to stare at you with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I fuck you?” you ask, already shimmying your way down his body. He blinks at you a few times, hands now empty.

“Do you even have to ask?” he scoffs, rutting his hips up to grind against your dripping pussy the second you’re within reach. You swear loudly at the contact and your arms nearly give out, buckling at the elbow. Kenma is kind enough to help, reaching between your bodies to line himself up with your hole so you can sink your body onto his. 

You sigh in relief when you finally have him fully inside, seating yourself on his lap. Being with Kenma never hurts, not when he fits so perfectly inside you, tip just barely brushing against your most sensitive spot when you grind against his hips. 

He spits your name and it feels like a swear, spurring you on as you rock against him, lifting and dropping back onto his thighs, feeling him pulse inside you. Your head throbs, body slick with a sheen of feverish sweat while you fuck yourself on his cock, hypnotizing yourself to the tune of the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. You can tell when he starts getting close to release by the way his moans get more pitched and strained with a whine, and how his hips thrust up to meet yours in a stuttered pace.

It’s addictive, feeling him cum inside you. When Kenma cums, he spills buckets, filling you up enough to leak out- especially when you’re already milking his next load out of him. “Hey, ah-!” Kenma cries out, suddenly sitting up and holding your thighs to keep you in place. You meet his eyes, confusion plaguing your expression.

“Why did you stop?”

“I need a break,” he explains, raising his eyebrows. You huff out a sigh, trying to content yourself with just keeping him inside. Kenma exhales, laying back against the couch to catch his breath, worn out already. 

An idea crosses your mind, and before you can think it over, you’re moving, reaching onto the coffee table and shuffling items around. Before Kenma can sit up again to ask what you’re doing, you press the chocolate to his lips, smiling sweetly from behind. He watches you, palms growing sweaty as the sweet substance begins to melt. “Open up,” you coo, grin splitting wider when his lips part for you.

kinktober 2022 masterlist here

#kenma x reader smut #haikyuu smut #kenma smut #kenma x female reader

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Hey I new here! I really loved your haikyuu sneaking into your room so I was wondering if you could do the rest of the characters?

SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM PART 3 — FT.HAIKYUU

[❤︎] —Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume, Semi Eita and Kentaro Kyotani

warnings: butt slapping in Kyotani’s, cursing, Oikawa makes a comment about reading having hair

authors note: This will be the last part of the sneaking into your room prompts ‘cus I’m getting tried of it and running out of ideas. This is also VERY unedited.

PART 1 | PART 2 | TOKREV VER.

OIKAWA TORU ༢

“Oh y/n, y/n let down your hair.” Oikawa sings in a teasing tone as he waves to you from outside. “Toru, we’re on the first floor.” You grumble trying to get a playful Oikawa to come inside instead of playing around in your yard. “Get inside Toru, you’re gonna wake my family up.” You point towards yourself. “Why don’t you come out—” “Toru if you don’t get inside you can leave and I’ll watch this new alien documentary alone.” You start to shut your window but he runs up to you, hurriedly climbing in the window, landing on your soft floor with a soft thump. “Ouch!” He exclaims, rubbing his side. “You wouldn’t have fallen if you came in the first time,” you huff as you walk towards your bed. “Where’s the sympathy babe?” He whines before slowly standing up. “I have no sympathy for volleyball greeks. “Hey I’m not a geek!”

KENMA KOZUME ༢

Kenma toes of his shoes, leaving them your door as he walks to the Conner of you room where your laying. He softly smiles when he sees the you surrounded by blanket and stuffed animals while you play on your switch. “Hey babe.” He whispers as he touched your shoulder. “Ohmigosh, you scared me!” You squeal, you game falling out of your hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He laughs, and he tries to fit in with you and your huge teddy bear. “I thought you weren’t coming, that you were streaming?” Your question but still let him sit with you and your animals. “I got off early, it was getting boring.” He hums, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “So how long are you staying? Do you wanna play ___ with me?” You smile, returning the kiss to his cheek. “Course I do.”

SEMI EITA ༢

“Eita, do you bring your guitar?” You question as your boyfriend walks into your house, through the front door because he refused to act like a ‘side piece’ and go through the window. “Duh, why wouldn’t I?” He asks as you guys travel to your room. Once you’re in there you quickly lock the door before turning around to Semi. “Are you crazy? It’s the middle of the night and my parents are sleeping down the hall, you aren’t playing the guitar tonight!” You answer like it’s the most obvious thing. “I thought your parents were out of town baby?” He states making you even more confused. “Where did you hear that from, because to my understanding they’re down the hall asleep right now.” “Holy shit, did you really sneak me into your house while your parents were here, through the front door I may add?” He states are you with wides eyes before breaking into a laughing fit. Before you could tell him to be quiet you hear a loud knock on your door. “Y/n? Why do I hear a man’s voice inside your room?”

KENTARO KYOTANI ༢

“Piece of fuckin’ shit!” Kyotani yells and he tries to pull himself into your too small window. “You should have just come through the door, Kyo.” You acknowledged as you try to once again help him. “I don’t need help y/n.” He grumbles as he uses the rest of his upper body strength to push himself into the room. “See, I didn’t need help, I was fine.” He smirks. “It only took you what,” You pretend to look at your imaginary watch. “An hour.” You look up at your boyfriend towering you with a small grin. “Don’t be so dramatic babe.” He rolls his eyes before pulling you into him, playfully smacking your butt. “Kyo!” You squeal and the unexpected slap. “Kyoo!” He mocks, slapping it again. “Hey!” You whisper-hiss point an accusing finger at him. “My room, my rules now, enough butt slapping and a little more cuddling, deal?” You say. Kyotani leans down, placing a firm kiss to your lips. “Deal.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kenma x female reader

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kenma and how he would act around you when he's drunk

bf!kenma and how he would act around you when he's drunk!

fluff and a little nsfw

a/n: this was requested by one of my followers and i thought it was a cute idea

tw: mentions of alcohol (a lot), mentions of sex

- i think kenma is either a red wine guy or a hard liquor guy, there's no in between. but this also depends on his mood. if it's a chill night in with you, i think he would sip on a $2k++ bottle of wine (because he's boujee that way)

- when it comes to liquor, i think it would be when you guys invite kuroo (and his girlfriend if he has one) over and maybe a few other friends. choice of drink would most likely be soju (apple flavored soju!!) and sake

- if you don't like wine, he would definitely drink whatever you fancy more but he will make sure that the alcohol is top quality

- i feel like kenma would have develop a strong tolerance for alcohol for business meetings (drinking with clients) and i feel like he would casually drink a cup or two of red wine/alcohol while streaming. so i think it would take quite abit of alcohol for him to be drunk

- when drinking with you, he would usually drink quite alot as he doesn't need to worry about entertaining a friend or client

- when he's drunk, he talks A LOT!!! he would talk about absolutely everything and anything

- he would compliment you and would say how good looking you are every 5 minutes and he would blush alot and giggle alot when he does that

- he's just a really cute drunk and super clingy (literally would be clinging onto you like a koala)

- but kenma gets very horn knee when he's drunk too so he will be extra touchy (and you don't mind it because you're either drunk and horn knee too or you're just a loving it)

- drunk sex with kenma is the best because he will have an extra stamina boost (aka alcohol) and he could go on for hours (rip neighbors and your legs but maybe not neighbors because he probably stays in a penthouse and the whole floor would just be you guys)

- when he's not a horny drunk, you can expect cuddles and him being super affectionate and loving while you both have a movie marathon

- also, kenma eats fancy with wine (charcuterie board and maybe a good piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak)

- overall, drinking and getting drunk with kenma would be a lazy weekend night (or weekend day, no judgements) date sort of thing that happens almost every week

tag: @angeldevil0com (because you requested it!!) 🥰

#kenma x y/n #timeskip kenma #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma headcanons #kenma x you

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So cute

49 w kenma? 🤲🍮

49. Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.

This one, THIS one. ❦

⇆Genre: Angst, Fluff, SFW ⇆warnings: depictions of anxiety. ⇆Character(s): Kenma Kozume

You really hadn’t expected today to be so stressful, really you had woken up on the right side of the bed, even managed to get Kenma up and cuddling before you had to head into work. Everything had started off great. 

Until it suddenly wasn't. 

You had apparently done a terrible job on your latest project, or at least your supervisor thought that. He had rung you out as soon as you stepped into the office, resulting in you desperately trying to fix it to his desires. Then things continued to pile up, you spilt coffee on the brand new blouse you were wearing, you had forgotten your lunch at home, you hadn’t managed to complete the project and do your current work all in one day, making you worried for tomorrow and everything that seemed to be stacking up. 

So, when you finally stepped back into the apartment, your purse falling to your feet you couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by just about everything. You hated this feeling, the feeling of everything building up without any sort of relief. You grumbled lowly to yourself as your breathing picked up, chest tightened and eyes began to water. You roughly swiped your palm against your eyes, urging your tears back in. 

“Hey (Y/N)” You tried to respond, wanted to let Kenma know you were good considering the great morning the two of you shared. But when you went to respond your voice cracked, causing your frustration to bubble over in a little groan. 

Kenma had been in his office, which consisted of his gaming set up. Despite the sound of his game in his headset, the sound of you in distress came through loud and clear, making him pause instantly. He was quick to pull his headset off, heading to the main entrance with worry laced in his furrowed brows. 

“(Y/N)? Kitten? What's the ma--” His voice caught in his throat when he saw you leaning against the front door, tears spilling from your eyes as your chest trembled. You tried to catch your breath but as soon as you Kenma things seemed to get worse. “K-Kenma...” You whimpered out, a palm clutching at your stained blouse. 

“Oh... Oh, baby...” Kenma sighed softly. He was quickly at your side, easing you away from the door and into his embrace instead. He pet along your back as you trembled, nuzzling his nose into your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “Shh, my love... You’re okay now, tell me what's wrong.”

But you couldn’t. Your words got stuck behind sob after sob as today's events played on a loop in your brain, not to mention the impending stress that tomorrow was going to bring. It really did seem like it was all too much. Kenma got the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it, and instead he just continued to hold, his palm smoothing from your lower back all the way up to your nape. Rather than making you talk he just murmured soft reassurance into your hair. 

“It’s gunna be okay baby, I’m here for you, and I’m so proud of you...”

Once your body stopped trembling Kenma slowly pulled away from you, just enough so he could look at your face. Your eyes were a bit puffy from the sudden rush of tears, nose stuffy and cheeks puffed out a bit. He couldn’t help but smile softly, cupping your cheek so he could rub away a stray tear with his thumb. “Rough day?”

You nodded, melting into his touch. You slowly looked up at him, and just the sight of his amber eyes made your chest lighten a bit. It was wild how just his presence could put you at ease. “I know you’re supposed to stream tonight but.”

“Screw the stream.” Kenma interjected. “Let’s order some junk and watch movies. That okay with you kitty?”

You had to let out a shaky sigh, nodding yet again. The way that Kenma was so willing to put everything aside for you made your chest lighten up even more. Kenma nodded in return, only releasing your face so he could bend at the knee, aid you in easing off the heels you currently wore. “C’mon then, let's get you into some comfy clothes and I’ll order for us okay? You don’t worry about a thing.” 

When he came back up you had more tears falling from your eyes. Kenma’s kindness was overwhelming all in itself and you were just so grateful to be able to call him yours. “Hey...” He murmured, pressing a kiss along the tracks of your tears.  

“Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice was still shaky but you swallowed the lump in your throat, giving him a small yet gentle smile. “I just really love you Koz.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He was nothing short of reassuring, his hand slipping into yours to lead you towards your shared bedroom. “Now c’mon, you can wear one of my sweaters. And I promise I’ll buy you a new blouse too.”