( ) ? / Kenma Kozume.

( ⌕ ) 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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