I Love When Men Have Lucious Long Hair. Like Why Are Such A Slut I Love You Kiss Me

i love when men have lucious long hair. like why are such a slut i love you kiss me

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.”

min yoongi fic recs

one shots:

buzz - smut [friends to lovers!au]

all night - smut ft. namjoon

punch drunk - angst/smut [boxer!yoongi]

push and pull - fluff/smut ft. hoseok

perpetual datejust - angst [coworkers!au]

yoongi's lullaby - angst, fluff [unrequited feelings!au]

no more - angst/fluff/smut [unrequited feelings!au]

tell me what you want - smut [friends to lovers!au]

illicit favors - smut/fluff [friends to lovers!au]

the touch of silk - fluff/smut [vampire!yoongi]

snow blanket - smut/fluff [friends to lovers!au]

fuck being friends - angst/fluff [friends to lovers!au]

babydoll - angst/smut [friends to lovers!au]

act on it - angst/fluff [vampire!yoongi, coffee shop!au]

boy.girl - smut/angst [roommates!au]

the early shift - angst/smut [coworkers!au]

take five - angst/fluff [dermatologist!yoongi]

souvenir - angst/fluff [estabilished relationship!au]

fics:

back-burner - angst/fluff/smut [unrequited feelings!au]

unexpected - angst/smut [cheating!au]

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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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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★ 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 ☼︎