So Cute

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.” 

★ 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 ☼︎

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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# 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

✦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 ♡

( ⌕ ) 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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