[ikozen]

✽ ❪ GREETiNGS ❫ ┃ 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝓌𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈 𝒹𝖾𝗌𝗄

── 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝗐𝖾 𝓈𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑔𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗒. 𝖺 𝑔𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌

the palm of my hand, 𝒸urled in soil ꪆৎ ASLEEP AMONG ENDiVES

it’s bittersweet'

✿ ‧ 𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖤! ꒱꒱ 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐. 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽.

[sincerelyneo]

let’s have a chat <3

hiiii my lovelies, i hope you are all doing well and have been looking after yourselves.

i’m sorry that i haven’t been very active on here, but as someone who has written for mark in the past, i feel like i owe it to you all to express my feelings about his recent heinous behaviour.

firstly, i am not black, so i cannot understand the immense level of hurt and disappointment my fellow black nctzens are feeling right now. what i can do is listen to the voices of those who are hurting and condemn completely unacceptable behaviour. there are no excuses for wearing a confederate flag in the big year 2026. full stop. you can bumlick and defend him all you want and make excuses for his behaviour, but by doing so, you are contributing to the systems and structures that allow racism to continue thriving and affecting real people. tolerating ignorance is part of a culture that enables racism, and racism is something i will never stand for.

with that said, this account is a safe space for everyone, and i will not allow it to be associated with someone who has shown such wilful ignorance. as a result, i am removing all of my mark fics from my account. there may still be some reblogs out there, and if there are, i kindly ask those accounts to delete those posts. i understand that is ultimately beyond my control, but this is the boundary i am setting and would appreciate it if it were respected.

again, i’m sorry for my absence and that it’s taken me so long to speak about this.

lots of love,

-paige xo

[ikozen]

No jay park. Like jay park the guy that made mommae

i don’t do requests. much less won’t even write about a racist asshole. stop playing on my phone.

[ikozen]

any further works from now will not include mark lee. I’m very disgusted at that photo of him wearing the confederate flag.

[ikozen]

forgot to mention but this also applies for eunseok from riize!!

[ikozen]

can we get jay park smut?

so do u mean jay park from enha……?

[ikozen]

any further works from now will not include mark lee. I’m very disgusted at that photo of him wearing the confederate flag.

[cupid4hae]

“does your husband get you this wet?” (18+)

taeyong was the pool maintenance boy your husband hired a couple of months ago. he’s always working late and you’re busy doing housework, so he decided to hire someone to get the pool job out your hair. taeyong would come for about four hours to work. he would always greet you with the biggest smile, his hand holding yours in a handshake longer than it should.

taeyong was handsome. no more than handsome, like a sculpted greek god. your eyes always wondered to the window to see what he was doing. the way his sleeves were rolled up on his biceps, unintentionally flexing as he worked on the generator. or the way the sweat would stick to his damp forehead. what really got you was how his white polo would get wet and stick to the molding of his abs. when you starred at taeyong your legs would close together.

one day while taeyong was cleaning the pool, you decided to lounge outside and get some sun. you wore the tiniest pink bikini, leaving little to no imagination to your naked body. taeyong would look at you every chance he could, admiring you from a far.

suddenly, you felt a shadow blocking the sunlight. when you open your eyes, you see taeyong standing above you.

“sorry to bother you mrs. y/n, but could you help me with something in the pool house?” taeyong asked, his eyes looking at your breasts more than your face. when you agreed, he held his hand out and you took it, allowing him to walk you to the little shed all the way in the back of your yard. when you arrived inside, taeyong shut the door closed and turned towards you.

“did you need help carrying something?” you ask, clueless of what is about to occur.

“did you wear this for me?” taeyong asks stepping closer to you. you were speechless. “i know you did, but i wanna hear you say it.” he kept coming closer and closer until your noses were basically touching.

“yes, i wore it for you.” you replied. taeyong then took his right hand and played with the strap of your top, causing you to hold your breath.

once those words left your mouth, taeyong made his move. he started kissing you slowly, incase you were to back out. but when you picked up the pace, there was no holding back. the kiss was rough yet passionate at the same time as you both were savoring this long awaited moment. taeyong lifted you up with ease and placed you on a random box. your hands pulled up his shirt, rubbing your fingers against his abs. taeyong pulled away to pull his shirt off, you drooled over his 6 pack abs that you always dreamed about.

his mouth was then back on yours, his tongue dominated your mouth as you tried to conceal your moans. he pulled the string of your top, freeing your breasts. his lips latched on to your neck and then down to your left breast, his tongue swirling around the bud as his other hand played with your right nipple.

“taeyong i need more, touch me please.”

you felt taeyong smirk against your nipple. he immediately unbuckled the belt on his shorts, you saw the print of his cock begging to be released from his boxers. you palmed him through his boxers, causing him to let out curses and grunts. impatient, you pulled his cock out and almost started drooling. he was big, bigger than your husband you bet.

“your husband ever treat you like the slut you are?” you shook your head. you backed up so he could have more room. taeyong’s lips went back on yours as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, your juices practically dripping all over his fingers.

his tip teases your entrance, whines leaving your mouth. however taeyong is impatient man himself, so he plunges into you without warning. the noises that filled your pool house were loud and filthy. your moans and his grunts were getting louder and louder as you both reached your climax.

“taeyong i’m gonna cum!” you spill out. your hands digging into his back that’s definitely marked up.

“cum then baby, and let me hear you, don’t hold back.”

and you did not hold back as your moans we’re even louder than before. your pussy was pulsing around taeyong’s cock, like you were begging for him to go deeper into you. the sounds of your wetness pounding against taeyong’s skin and the noises he was making sent him over the moon. taeyong pulled out and came on your stomach, his eyebrows pushing together as he came.

you both stayed there a while, trying to catch your breaths. taeyong helped you wipe his cum off your body and tie your top for you. the tension in the pool house was thicker than ever before. you both decided to leave at separate times, just in case someone was there. when you made it to the door, you turned around to see taeyong who was already getting another hard on from starring at your ass.

“come early tomorrow and maybe i’ll reward you.” before he could respond, you walked out and made your way back to the house.

you can guarantee he came early.

© CUPID4HAE — cupid’s corner

this was apart of my “porn scenes nct 127 members would star in” that i never completed. i only finished 3/8 members so i think ill just post those individually as drabbles. taeyong’s was first (obv) lmk what you think!

likes and reblogs are appreciated! not grammar/spelling checked :3

[ikozen]

immediately saw the notification and had to come read it!!!

[ikozen]

i got nicole .... and her weapon but at what cost? IDK HOW TO USE HER

CONGRATS!!! do u like her? She’s like another bennett!! i say for sure search up her kit online or go on tiktok!

[tokkushin]

꒰ TATTED, BLOND AND ... DILF?! — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ

— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ

"Holy shit"

"I know.

"He's hot"

"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder. 

The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache. 

In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.

Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor. 

He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.

His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.

Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.

They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.

The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.

And he does — two at that. 

Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along. 

The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.

Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction. 

"Looks like it's now or never," she says.

Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.

He's waiting.

The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.

Like you're the one being tested.

The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.

He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.

"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.

His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.

"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."

"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot" 

He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. 

"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?" 

He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.

Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—

"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"

That does it.

"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.

"You tell me."

© — tokkushin : all rights reserved. all works belong to me .ᐟ pls do not repost/copy, or feed into ai. ART WAS FOUND ON PINTEREST, pls lmk who the artist is

a/n: new layout i’m playing around with, im not 100% sold but bare with me 🙂‍↕️ - @lonelyfooryouonly ... lwk gonna use the taglist the next time i post

masterlist. | join the taglist? comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

[tokkushin]

꒰ TATTED, BLOND AND ... DILF?! — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ

— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ

"Holy shit"

"I know.

"He's hot"

"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder. 

The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache. 

In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.

Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor. 

He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.

His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.

Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.

They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.

The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.

And he does — two at that. 

Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along. 

The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.

Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction. 

"Looks like it's now or never," she says.

Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.

He's waiting.

The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.

Like you're the one being tested.

The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.

He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.

"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.

His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.

"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."

"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot" 

He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. 

"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?" 

He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.

Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—

"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"

That does it.

"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.

"You tell me."

© — tokkushin : all rights reserved. all works belong to me .ᐟ pls do not repost/copy, or feed into ai. ART WAS FOUND ON PINTEREST, pls lmk who the artist is

a/n: new layout i’m playing around with, im not 100% sold but bare with me 🙂‍↕️ - @lonelyfooryouonly ... lwk gonna use the taglist the next time i post

masterlist. | join the taglist? comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

[tokkushin]

꒰ WATERPROOF MASCARA — izuku midoriya ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

cw : female reader, rough sex, readers a brat, unprotected sex, pwp, dacryphillia, spoiled reader, pet names !

this is … excessive.

that’s the only thing izuku can think of as he watches you from his spot on the bed, eyes bright and curious as you gaze into the mirror.

"what's this?" he sighs, moving the papers aside as he watches you fiddle with the plastic tube. he squints as you bring the wand to your lashes, eyes wide and mouth agape as you brush in careful strokes.

"waterproof mascara" you smile, pumping the wand in its tube before bringing it back up to your eyes, "bought it earlier today."

he blinks — his paperwork suddenly far less intriguing than it'd been for the last thirty minutes. izuku doesn't know much about makeup, but what he does know, is no one should have this much.

"mascara?” he starts, dragging his feet towards you, “don't you already have some of those..."

your gaze follows his, shelves full of makeup on your vanity suddenly mocking — colourful tubes and bright lettering decorating every surface.

"yeah, but this one's waterproof..." you lie, hoping he may have forgotten all the others you'd bought for the same reason.

sure, you had a couple, maybe a few more than the regular person should have — but trial and error is expensive, let alone the humiliation of raccoon eyes on a night out.

green orbs find yours through the glass of the mirror, a knowing gaze etched on his face that only meant trouble. the tubes stripped from your grasp, quickly confiscated and wound tight in izuku's hand.

"waterproof, huh?" he mutters, staring at the product like a shiny new toy. his fingers brush past your shoulder as he points to another, "just like this one is? and this one?"

his mockery only sets you off, plucking the tube from his hand to tuck it away in your vanity.

"none of them work, izu. they just get all streaky and it ruins my face when i'm out with the girls ... i'm just checking for false advertising!" you huff, arms circled over his shoulders as you peer at him through decorated lashes. "don't you want me to look pretty?"

and izuku knows he shouldn't give in, shouldn't be a pushover just as he has been in times like these. but if his girl needs help, who is he to deny you?

"of course i do."

scarred hands trail the curvature of your body, tugging the hem of your shirt just enough to catch a glimpse of your bra. "but can't you look pretty without funding the entire company with my debit card?"

the smile on your face is answer enough, triumphant and cocky, like you knew just as well as he did that his complaints would fall on deaf ears.

even as you move him towards the soft sheets and press your body into his, he knows its only your feeble attempt to distract — a facade you both know he'll give in to the second your hand palms him through his sweats.

well, if he was buying the mascara, he deserved to test it just as much as you, no?

"i-izu .. izu, please—" you choke out a whine, face smushed against the pillows as you try to keep up. his pace is relentless — every slap of skin a punishing rhythm that brings tears of pleasure to your eyes.

the sheen on his face matches yours, green curls stuck to his forehead as he pants against your lips. warm breath mixing as he looks at you with a dazed stare.

“only the best for you, right? so we gotta — mmm — test it”

your eyes shut in pure bliss, lips caught between your teeth as you lose yourself on the way his hips slam into your wet cunt. a broken gasp slips free when he trails a hand down your front — squeezing over the valley of your breasts until it reaches your swollen nub.

the dam breaks.

"there it is" he coos, smile plastered on his face as a scarred hand swipes at your cheeks, flecks of black mixing with your tears. "think you can—fuck— you can count this one out too, princess"

the roll of his hips mixed with the circles on your swollen nub sends you into a haze, a feverish heat burrowing it's way into your chest as you writhe underneath him.

your fingers trench harder into the pillow, blackened tears forming a pool underneath you.

“izu-izuku, please. please.‘m gonna cum—“

the familiar coil building in your tummy as he moves against you in short, sloppy thrusts —each one forcing you deeper into the sheets. you splutter as he blanks a hand against your head, fingers entangled with the soft tendrils as he grunts against the shell of your ear.

the feeling only makes your cunt flutter, squeezing his length like a vice as tears spill down your cheeks.

“gonna have t’find one that can handle me, hm?” he starts, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks. “its okay, princess. i’m here to help now”

and if it meant you’d get to test them all like this - with the sheets stained black and your face smushed into the pillow…

you might need to add some more to your list.

© — tokkushin : all rights reserved. all works belong to me .ᐟ pls do not repost/copy, or feed into ai.

only slightly proof read cause i’m still getting my hair done… pls ignore the formatting im on fuckass mobile </3 comments and reblogs greatly appreciated!! MWAH 💋

[ikozen]

wish me luck as i do single pulls for lauma's weapon before the banners gone.... pretty pls with a cherry on top

twin I’m praying for you!! u will get lauma’s weapon!!! I’m manifesting it🙏🏽

[seumyo]

THE THINGS KOZUME KENMA POSTED ON HIS INSTAGRAM STORY JUST FOR YOU

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[qardenofeden]

bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

[ctrlkenma]

AND I'MMA MAKE HER TAPOUT! ☆

✦ f!reader, post timeskip, kenma is quite the horny fella, suggestive, explicit content.

KOZUME KENMA has insane stamina.

And he doesn't seem like it. Truly, he doesn't. After all, (and not to be stereotypical), but what could you expect of a twenty-two year old who's leisure time was spent playing 'vintage' video games and streaming it for thousands to see?

You definitely didn’t expect that right after those streams ended, he’d have you bent over his gaming desk, just inches away from a small Genshin Impact figurine. You turn around, your cheeks flushing a sweet, saccharine hue of scarlet as he cups your ass from behind, his hands firm and possessive.

The air is thick with tension, sexually charged, rather, as you feel his body heat radiating against you. Every breath you take is heavy with anticipation, and the way he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You can sense his desire, raw and palpable, and it makes your heart race. You’re completely at his mercy, craving every moment as he prepares to take you right there, the thrill of being so exposed only heightening the intensity between you.

No, Kenma is not just another boyfriend of yours you've had sex with. Kenma is an absolute fucking beast - and by the time you're on your third round, covered in his opalescent seed and dripping with perspiration (you're not sure who's it is), that very fact is made abundantly clear to you.

Kenma also isn’t shy about what he wants. He’d rather have you sitting on his face, completely lost in the taste of you. As he laps at your clit, he gets more and more pussy-drunk, his moans vibrating against the slick that covers his fave deliciously. Your muffled compliments only serve to fuel the desire within him, and he’s all in, ready to make you feel every bit of pleasure he can give. It’s raw, intense, and he’s determined to have you begging for more.

You're not exactly sure why he has such superhuman capabilities when it comes to sex. Perhaps, years of pulling all-nighters has finally translated into something good - that being the rather annoying ability to never get tired whilst he pounds his pretty, flushed tip into you, getting the angle just right, hitting you right where you want him.

No, actually. He hits it right where you need him. Because sex with Kenma has translated from something that started off with a few kisses into a ritual you're quite certain you can't live without.

You’d lose yourself in the heat of three rounds—four if the mood struck just right. Kenma would pause, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached for a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from his side-table. With a teasing squirt, he coated your stomach, the slick, sweet substance glistening against your skin.

His fingers danced over you, massaging the lubricant in with a tantalizing pressure that sent electric shivers through your body. Each stroke was a delicious tease, trailing dangerously low, igniting a primal hunger within you. The air thickened with the scent of strawberries and coitus, as his touch turned your skin into a playground of pleasure, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The bottle spits its last, the slick gone, but you don’t stop - not until your body’s shaking, breath stuttering, chasing that high like it's the only thing that’s ever truly undone you. You’re soaked in heat, legs weak, stars bursting behind your eyes. And just when you're about to tapout, that voice cuts through - deep, filthy, smug - dragging out the words that ruin you - but make you crave it all over again.

"Just one more round, baby?"

[ikozen]

wait okay so i randomly landed on your blog .. and i just rlly wanted to say your theme is SO cute ugh omg .. im going to nom it up !!! (>/////< " )

stop, that’s so sweet of you to say😭💗. thank you sm!! i REALLY appreciate it (˶˃𐃷˂˶).

[octashredderz]

way too long

enjin x f! reader

a/n: smut ahead!! minors dni!! i also had wayy tm fun with this

the responsibility that comes with being a cleaner is basically a no brainer to you. missions, patrols, the whole gig— after so long, it’s just a routine.

but then comes the separation from your teammates and loved ones. it wasn’t unheard of to be sent on solo missions or with another team, in fact, you didn’t mind it.

except for the fact that you haven’t gotten longer than a minute alone with enjin. neither of you have been able to keep track at this point of how long it’s been.

and it’s been eating at him alive.

so the moment he finally gets to breathe, and coincidentally, so do you— he’s immediately all over you in the common area. it’s just you two, so he decides to do what he knows best— nag at you until you can’t put up with him anymore.

he groans into your ear, at a tone that you swear he intended to try to rile you up.

“enjin,” you murmur in warning, despite knowing that it would do no good. “babe,” he whines, lips so close that he could bite your earlobe.

“don’t shove me off. i haven’t gotten you to myself in days. i’m dying here.”

you feel enjin’s arms slowly wrap around your midsection, pressing himself against your body as his head dips to the crook of your neck.

you turn your head to be met with his spiky, golden hair ticking your cheek. you thank whatever’s watching the ground that he’s not watching the way your eyes betray your “stubborn” facade with every second that passes by.

“what’s the matter, ‘en?” you ask.

“… need you.” he grumbles into your neck, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. his hands begin to slide to rest on top of your stomach, pressing lightly before moving to your hips.

“what?”

he responds with a muffled noise that sounds awfully like a moan. “i need you, baby, please.”

and then you feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.

okay.

but you couldn’t deny how much you needed him— your fingers weren’t enough to satisfy yourself at this point.

you slowly turn around in his arms, grabbing his face and leaning in to press your lips against his. the gentleness doesn’t last long once enjin returns the kiss.

the next minute is a blur while he gently leads you towards his room, his lips never leaving yours. his tongue grazes your bottom lip, a silent request for entrance into your mouth. you oblige with a breathy gasp, his tongue wrestling with yours.

he fumbles with the door’s hinge before swinging it open, backing you inside and kicking it closed behind him with his foot. he gently places you on the bed, one hand working up to your breast, kneading it slowly.

you can break the kiss, breathing ragged and uneven. “enjin.”

he’s quick to shush you, hands reaching to tug the waistband of your pants. “shh, sweetheart. i got you.”

his hands make quick work of your bottoms, revealing your soaked panties, which elicit a chuckle from him. “looks like someone couldn’t wait either.”

“shut up,” you hiss, tone void of any malice— just embarrassment. “you’re so—“ you’re cut off by a gasp when two of his warm fingers drag down the cotton of your underwear, a teasing gesture.

“so wet.” enjin hums. “i love seeing you like this.” he pulls them aside, teasing your folds with a tantalizing slow gesture. the feeling makes you throw your head back, your chest heaving with anticipation.

“i like how you act as if you haven’t been giving this a second thought, but you’ve missed the way i make you feel, huh?” he teases, sliding one finger into your sopping cunt.

“how i get you babbling two minutes in?” another finger. he grins as he watches the way your lashes flutter.

“mm, yes, ‘en, please!” you cry out, arching off of the bed into his touch. the pace of his fingers quicken inside you, curling and hitting that sweet spot that he seems to hit so effortlessly.

“there you go,” enjin coos, his other hand reaching up to push away a few strands of hair that cling to your face. “you can’t imagine the amount of times i’ve thought of fucking you over and over until all you remembered was my name.”

you barely hear him over your own breathing, the addicting heat spreading through your body and coiling into a familiar knot in your lower stomach.

“so tight,” he says, voice hushed with something that sounds like awe.

“ffuck, ‘en—enjin, s’good.” you cry, your gummy walls fluttering around his thick fingers inside of you. but as soon as you feel your orgasm teetering at the edge, he pulls them out, in which you whine in return.

“‘en, please, don’t be a tease.”

“don’t you worry, baby. i’ll give you what you want.” he chuckles. you can hear the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down, and when you look down, his shirt was tossed off and his cock is sprung free, already dripping with pre from the tip and down his shaft.

he strokes himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, and grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder.

“look at me. you can take it.” enjin hums.

you do, albeit slowly. his free hand finds purchase on your waist, and his golden eyes appear to glow in the dim light. he slowly slides into you, gaining a gasp from you both. he allows you to adjust for a moment before moving.

“fuck, you feel so good. i almost forgot what you felt like.” his head dips slightly, picking up his pace while you attempt to keep your eyes from rolling back.

but he’s so big and filling you so good, it’s basically futile. you can’t seem to stop moaning his name over and over, and you’ve stopped trying to be quiet long ago.

“it— hasn’t even been that long,” you mewl.

“sweetheart, i could get hard just hearing your name if i wanted.”

his hips snap against yours, in a rhythm that’s practically sinful as the scent of sex fills the room. he hisses a string of curses underneath his breath that come in drawn-out breaths.

your walls clamp down around his shaft, trapping him inside of your warmth. he groans lightly at the feeling.

“you’re doing so good f’me, doll, juuust like that, yeah.”

you’re mewling at this point, dumbfucked as your hands find a way to his chiseled chest, mapping the red and black tattoos that adorn his skin. you can feel your orgasm building up again, and by the way enjin’s starting to twitch inside you, you can tell he’s close too.

“you’re gorgeous like this. fucking perfect.” enjin’s velvet voice praises, his hand moving from your waist to your stomach, placing his hand where he can feel himself moving inside you.

“‘en—jin.. mmh, yes, i’m so—“ you choke on your words, throwing your head back. he grunts in response, his hips snapping harder against yours, his tip hitting your cervix with relentlessness.

“y’gonna cum? c’mon, pretty girl, make a mess for me.” enjin pants, droplets of his sweat dropping onto your stomach and chest.

your orgasm follows as a lewd cry falls from your lips, your walls fluttering around him in a way that breaks his pace. “damn,” he chokes, the sound almost guttural as he slams a few more times into you.

his orgasm follows yours not long after, hot ropes filling you before he slowly pulls out, watching his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you with a tight jaw. you’re still struggling to catch your breath when he gently flips you onto your back.

“hey—“ you gasp, your eyes widening.

“i’m not done yet with you. i’ve still got a lot more to let loose, angel.” he grins.