( ) ? / 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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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.”

| .✧𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜✧.|

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✶𝙸𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚞, 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚡 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.✶

★ 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 ☼︎

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.