Warnings : Suggestive (mdni), Fem Reader, Grinding, Reader Wears Kenma's Shirt, Established Relationship,

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 (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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✦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♡

# 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.

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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!!) 🥰