Fix It | Kenma x Reader SMAU
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a/n: to this day, it is rumored that Kuroo is still looking for Kenma. Fun fact! There’s four other members in the club with YN and they don’t care what she does or who she invites.
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Two more! ❤️😭🧡🏐
Just finished this Kuroo Tetsurou drawing today… Im pretty happy with how he turned out!
Okay so my conclusion on haikyuu is that to have a successful team you should have a calmer, steady setter and they need a partner, usually the ace, that’s at least a little bit off the shits
AN: This is my first smut for the anime Haikyuu! I hope you all enjoy. I decided to start off my writing for the show with Kenma because he is my favorite. I mean look at him!!!
This was the dream. You and your boyfriend, spending time together at his place, you curled up with a good book lying in his bed, while he sat on the floor, back against the bed, playing his Nintendo switch. Neither one of you were big on going out, preferring dates where you both stayed in and spent alone time together. It was already hard enough finding time to spend with one another with you both being athletes, so this was nice.
However, something has been on your mind lately. You and the other girls on the volleyball team had been talking the other day and the topic of sex had come up. The girls were all taking turns sharing stories about how far they had gone with their boyfriends and girlfriends, but as you sat silently listening, you realized you had nothing to share. Not that you would go into explicit detail anyway, but still. When you sat and thought about it, you and Kenma had never really done anything sexual before. As a matter of fact, you could probably count on your hand just how many times you two have kissed one another since you two started dating almost two years ago.
But today that’s about to change. Today I’ll take things to the next level! You think to yourself as you close your book. “Kenma?” You call out to your boyfriend and he hums letting you know he heard you. “You can keep playing, but I’d like it if you came up here with me.” You say trying to sound innocent, not wanting to sound like you were up to anything. But if you were being honest, Kenma was so wrapped up in his game, you could tell him what you were wanting to do and he probably wouldn’t even have understood what you had said. “Ok.” He says standing up, not bothering to pause his game as he climbs into his bed next to you. He’s wearing gym shorts and you silently cheering in your head realizing this might just be a lot easier than you thought.
He lays his back against the headboard, bringing his game console further up so it’s close enough to his face. You move to lay your head on his stomach and he says nothing, thinking you just wanted to lay there. That is until he feels your hand coming to palm his dick through his shorts. The sudden feeling of you touching him causes him to whimper and your eyes widen at the sound. You keep palming him though, loving the sound you were hearing. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you going?” You hear your boyfriend say, his breathing uneven as you continue your movements. “I’m just curious.” You say as you move your hand up to the waistband of his gym short, lifting it up and sliding your hand inside. Your actions cause him to pause his game and you bite down on your bottom lip as you realize that your boyfriend wasn’t wearing any boxers. “No boxers Kenma?” You ask, your tone teasing. “I took a shower this morning and just didn’t feel like putting any on.” He confesses before groaning as your hand wraps around his dick.
But you take your hand away which causes him to whimper at the loss of your touch. You sit up and turn to face your boyfriend. “Take your shorts off for me babe.” You say and he places his Nintendo switch to the side and he immediately does as he is told. You stare at his cock marveling at it. It’s average length, standing erect at about 7.5 inches with about 4 inches of girth. He becomes insecure under your gaze. But those feelings wash away as you scoot down on the bed, moving so you are laying on your stomach in between his legs, a hand coming to wrap around his length again as you stare loving up at him, a smile coming to your face.
“You really are magnificent, you know that babe?” You ask, moving slightly so you can lick the tip of his cock with your tongue. “I’m supposed to say that.” Kenma sighs, his head rolling back as continue to kitty lick his tip, teasing the poor boy. “Y/N.” He calls out to you, his voice barely above a whisper and you smirk loving the effect you were having on him. “Yes, Kenma?” You ask, your voice still holding on to that same innocent tone from earlier. “Please, don’t tease me anymore.” He begs and you can’t help but give in. “Ok. I’ll stop teasing.” You say before taking his cock fully into your mouth causing the “thank you” he was about to say to die on his lips as he gasps, feeling your mouth close around his member.
You bob your head up and down, your hand wrapping tightly around the rest of him, guiding your saliva up and down his shaft, twisting your hand as you move. Your other hand comes up to caress and gently massage his balls, not wanting to leave them out.
“Fuck.” You hear him sigh and the sound of your sweet little Kenma cussing has your pussy aching, loving you were the reason behind it. You shove your mouth further down onto his cock, gagging slightly as the tip hits the back of your throat. “Shit Y/N.” He gasps his head coming forward to watch you, his eyes wide as you pull back and he sees your saliva running down his length, pooling at the bass. You watch his reaction, biting your lip as you see his brows knitting together, his eyes clouding with lust as he watches you take your hand and begin stroking him again.
His tip is now oozing pre-cum, letting you know he was close. You quicken your pace and watch as your boyfriend’s head falls back against the headboard, a mixture of groans and whimpers sounding from him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing uneven, as he feels himself about to cum.
“Y-Y/N, I’m about to-” “I know sweetie. Cum for me.” You command and he does, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as his cum shoots out from his cock, the milky white substance covering your hand as you continue to stroke him, making his body shudder in delight from the overstimulation.
You take your hand and look at his cum, covering your fingers. Curiosity gets the best of you as you take your fingers into your mouth and begin gently sucking on them, your eyes close and a moan escapes your lips as you enjoy the surprisingly sweet taste. When your eyes open again Kenma is watching you, his cheeks flustered as he struggles to gain control over his breathing. “W-what was all that for?” He asks and you smile innocently. “Nothing, I just thought since we’ve been together now for almost two years, we could take things a little further ya know? I thought this might be a good start."
"Y-you want to do things like this with me?” He asks and your eyes widen in surprise at his question. “Of course I do Kenma. Why wouldn’t I?” “Well I’m not the most energetic person or anything and I don’t have any experience either.” He confesses, his head dropping so his hair falls in front of his face. “So?” Your answer makes him look up at you from underneath his bangs. “You don’t care?” “Of course not. I’m not experienced either, Kenma. You know that. But none of that matters. I really do love you Kenma and I want to show you that in every way possible.” You say and he brings his head up further to look at you. “You love me?” He asks and your eyes widen realizing you had accidentally confessed to loving him. Something neither one of you have done yet. “Yes.” You say, choosing not to back down or deny it.
He looks down again as a smile comes to his face. “Cool, I love you too.”
UGH OMG LOOK HOW CUTE KENMA IS IM SOBBING
I finally made it so you can see all the pictures🙌👌
who: kenma x reader
plot: routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for them / hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing
“Oh… Hi, Y/N…”
You don’t respond, hoodie blocking your view of the two-toned male standing in front of you. You’re absorbed in your studies — classes just started and you’ve found yourself in the place you used to go to all the time for studying last year. The library is where he met you, but it’s also where you always went to escape him.
“I’m gonna go out for a bit,” you said. Your voice lacked any sort of affection. You were only telling him out of obligation and he knew that.
“Where are you going?” he asked, not looking up from his gaming console. He stopped caring but he asked anyway. He didn’t care about what you did anymore.
Semi: What are you doing?
Oikawa: Making sure everything I do is perfect
Suga: sO ToDaY WE’rE HAViNG A SETTER TaLk
oh, if only they knew…
okay so i currently have playing acnh with kenma in my drafts so i thought i’d do something a little different for this one hehe. it’s kinda inspired by what mo and i have been doing whenever we visit each other’s islands
“Kenmaaaaa hurry up” you whined.
“I need to get these fossils today before I head over to your island,” he responds, not looking up from his Switch.
“Just get them later!!! You said we’d hang out on my island.” He looks up at the camera as you pout at him. He sighs in response, but you know he isn’t annoyed with you. You two were both stuck at home all day, so you came up with the great idea of having a date in animal crossing. You two were Facetiming, talking to each other while playing together as well.
As you got the notification that Kenma was coming to your island, you were in shock at what he was wearing. It was the outfit you had designed for him.
“Awww Kenma that’s the hoodie I made for you!!” He quietly responds with a “yeah, it is” but you can see him blushing. He’s not good at verbalizing it, but he really does appreciate and care for you.
As you two make idle chitchat over the phone, you notice him making his way around your island, making a little field of flowers.
“What are you doing Kenma?” you ask, watching his villager plant flower after flower.
“Your island is lacking flowers. So I thought I’d plant some for you.”
“That’s really sweet thank–” “Your island should be as pretty as you.” And now you’re blushing.
You two end up just joking around, making cute designs for each other and building items that add some creativity to your island. All in all, it’s one of the sweetest dates you’ve ever been on. You know he tries to show his appreciation for you, and you really see it when you two are playing video games together. And you’re so, so grateful for him.
I’m Sorry 
— Kenma Kozume
Word Count: 3.1K
Warning: Rough!Kenma, Overstimulation (?), SoftFem!Reader, Squirting, Oral (Female Receiving)
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Kenma dipped down and captured your lips in his. The taste of his minty breath fogged your mouth and you moaned. The kiss was intoxicating. It was dimming your every other feeling except for one: lust.
After a while of a heated make out session of Kenma’s tongue tangling against yours, he began to pepper his kisses down your jaw then to your neck. His lips lingered at the nape of your neck as he suckled on your soft skin.
You let out a delicate moan and arched your hips to grind yourself against Kenma’s bulge. He let out a shaky sigh against your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin. You bit your lip to try and hold back another needy moan. However, you couldn’t for long when Kenma nipped at your neck.
“Kenma,” you moaned.
You felt a smile grown on Kenma’s lips before he began suckling. You tilted your head slightly to feel the sensuality of Kenma’s touch. He was marking you, that was for sure. Once he pulled away, he softly kissed the base of your skin where he had applied a hickey.
“I have to cover that if we get home,” you told him softly.
“Tomorrow, at school, don’t cover it,” Kenma said to you.
He had gotten up to look at you in the eyes. His eyes were twinkling, but you know that the thought of Daisho was still lingering in the back of his mind. You nodded in response to Kenma’s demands and pulled him down to kiss you.
Shortly, you had flipped Kenma to be under you as you straddled his waist. His prominent erection was directly under your crotch and you shamelessly began to grind against him. Kenma’s moan was swallowed into your mouth. His hands shot up to grip your hips as he guided you back and forth.
You pulled away from the kiss and dug your face into Kenma’s neck. You were like a dog in heat, begging for an orgasm by shamelessly grinding your clothed core against Kenma. Kenma didn’t seem to mind. He was persistent on having you cum, and if this is the first, then so be it. He had so much more coming for you.
Your hips moved in a smooth rhythm. You could feel your clit continuously run over the lines of Kenma’s pants combined with your panties and it stimulated you to the edge. Your stomach curled and bubbled in excitement. Kenma noticed how frantic your thrusts became and he let you continue to ride on your own.
“Cum, Y/N,” he said breathlessly, stroking your hair.
His comforting and warm voice brought you to your first orgasm. Though it was only with your clothes on, the climax you had experienced had clouded your mind and made you breathless.
“That’s orgasm number one,” Kenma stated. You hummed into his neck. Then, he flipped you back under him. “Now for number two.”
You blushed as Kenma began to pepper kisses down your neck. He had rolled your shirt up just over your bra and sucked on the parts that were exposed. He left more hickies and bite marks. It was as though he had turned feral.
Kenma was so unusual. He seemed desperate for you, craving for you to have you yearning for more. He wanted to mark you and decorate you with purple love bruises. Just thinking about you thrashing under him in a way he had never done before had made his dick throb.
“Kenma, please,” you begged.
Kenma smiled. “Because you asked nicely.”
He moved down and pulled your legs apart, revealing your damp panties. It was already mixed with your arousal and your first orgasm. The sight had Kenma drooling and when he pulled away your panties and dropped them to the floor, his breath hitched.
“So wet,” he whispered.
Your hips bucked at his voice. He laughed softly at your reaction before stroking the wet folds with a finger. You let out a very pornographic moan that stirred Kenma’s delight. You sounded so beautiful and so fragile, Kenma couldn’t help but take in every ounce of noise and expression you made.
Kenma played with the folds of you pussy, stroking them playfully. He traced the puffy walls too, slightly sinking a finger into your sopping hole. Your hands gripped the hotel sheets tightly and Kenma’s saw your pussy clench at nothing.
“So sensitive,” he said.
You were sensitive. When his finger brushed over you clit, you squealed. Just the slight touch on your most sensitive spot was able to have you screaming and Kenma took note of that. He began to repeatedly brush over it.
“K-kenma,” you mewled. “I-I’m close…”
“Really? That’s so fast.” A victorious small smile embroidered itself on his lips.
He began to edge you closer and closer and watched as your legs began to shake. With his free hand, he pushed away your left leg and made sure you remained spread for him. He continued tickling the same bundle of nerves, this time much more faster and much more desperately.
“Ken-Kenma!” Another orgasm washed over you and Kenma watched as it poured out of your pussy.
He was speechless at the sight of your cum falling out of your hole. It was so mesmerizing to him. With his two fingers, he collected your cum and put it in his mouth. The taste of your juices were sweet yet salty at the same time, but nonetheless amazing. After tasting it, his mouth watered for more.
When he bent down and flicked his tongue over your sobbing pussy, you cried out and tried to shut your leg. However, Kenma reacted quickly and held them apart.
“Kenma, I-I can’t,” you said.
Kenma ignored you and continued eating your out. His tongue lapped your juices and swallowed them greedily. He began to glide his tongue over your clit before playfully flicking it over the bud. Your entire body rattled with sensitivity. You couldn’t hold yourself together as Kenma skillfully worked his mouth.
His pace was slow and agonizing. He was a lazy eater. Because of his excruciatingly slow pace, your pussy was throbbing for another release. Although you had yet to calm down from your previous orgasm, Kenma was merciless.
Kenma’s teeth slightly caressed your clit and your hands shot to grip his hair. The tug of your fingers that tangled his blonde and black locks had a moan tumble out his lips. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You arched your bag and tugged Kenma’s hair tightly.
“Kenma—” you cried.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back. Kenma drank in your every move. His cock was hurting. The prominent bulge was straining even more tightly against his pants than before. To ease the pain slightly, he began grinding himself against the comfort of the bed.
As you moaned and whined, Kenma’s hips bucked desperately. Every thrust he did, he applied to your pussy. He began to slip his tongue into your hole. You cried as he moved his tongue in and out and his nose brushing against your abused clit. Not even a few minutes later, you felt yourself clench around the muscle of his tongue and you came.
You screamed loudly, not even caring if your hotel neighbor could hear. You couldn’t even hold the smallest moans in and you expect to be able to back away from your screams? No.
When your eyes fluttered open, you glanced down and noticed Kenma drenched in your climax. You gasped and got up.
“Kenma… I-I’m so sorry.” You were quick to apologized.
You had never squirted before, not even with Daisho. This was your first time, and to see it yourself embarrassed. However, Kenma seemed to have the opposite reaction when a smile grew on his lips.
“That was cute,” he commented.
“Cute?” You couldn’t even grasp onto what he had just said.
“Yes, cute,” Kenma repeated.
Before you could say anything, Kenma crawled up to you and kissed you. Your tongues began to dance together and you could taste your orgasm on his tongue. You moaned against him. The taste of yourself was invigorating and addicting, it was no wonder Kenma couldn’t get enough.
When Kenma pulled away, he began to strip himself of his shirt. You watched as his smooth light skin was revealed. The way his muscles contorted as he moved was enticing. The smallest things Kenma did was able to stir a feeling in your stomach, whether it be sexually or just emotionally.
“Well, aren’t you going to strip?” Kenma asked after he was only wearing his brief.
“Oh…” you flushed. “I thought…”
“That was orgasm number three,” Kenma stated. “We still have more to go.”
More? The look on your face contorted in slight surprise. You had already squirted. That was practically already your limit. Plus, you didn’t even think you could do more.
“Why are you stalling? Should I do it myself?” Kenma asked.
Sometimes you wished he weren’t so blunt. Shyly, you began to strip too, and once your were stark naked in front of him, Kenma’s eyes began to observe every inch of your body.
Kenma eyed the delicate smooth surface of your skin, the mounds of your breast, and the curve of your hips. The sight of you in front of him had his dick twitching with anticipation. You were so beautiful, so sexy, he couldn’t believe that he had allowed a prick like Daisho to stir anger in him.
Kenma’s hand went to grope your right breast. With his other hand, he caressed your left breast. You bit your lips and sunk back into the sheets as Kenma hovered above you. The sound of your soft and quiet moans had Kenma drool.
“I love you, Y/N,” he told you.
The warmth of Kenma’s mouth had circled around your hard nipples. You flinched as his began to suck on it. Just like the hickies he had put on your neck, he began kiss at it and nip softly. His tongue swiped around the mounds of your nipples before he pulled away with a saliva trailing connecting to his lips.
You gasped as the cold air nipped at your wet exposed skin. You were so focused on the intense burning of your skin, you had failed to noticed that Kenma had already stripped out of his briefs until you felt his hand smoothly slide against your legs.
Your eyes saw the swell of Kenma’s cock, standing proud and needy for the taste of your pussy. You couldn’t wait either, already feeling yet another arousal pool in between your legs.
Kenma took hold of his hard cock and, with his thumb, swiped around his head to lubricate himself. You swallowed back your saliva as Kenma hovered over you once again.
It was a good thing you were on birth control. You and Kenma, whenever you were set on doing a quick fuck, was always dismissive with protection. Before you both even had sex the first time, you both had gotten tested. Your results, thankfully, were both negative.
“Are you ready?” Kenma asked, sliding his cock over your wet folds.
You nodded. “Yes.”
Kenma breathed out an okay before sinking his cock into your needy pussy. The feeling of his length wrapped inside your pussy awoke a familiar feeling in your body. The warmth of your skin as they rubbed against each other was explicit.
“Ah, Kenma…” you moaned delicately.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he thrusted into you. His strokes was a normal pace, enough for you to hear the sound of your drench pussy squelching as Kenma fucked you. Groans and moans tumbled out Kenma’s lips as he thrusted over and over again into your pussy.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
It was rare that he cursed. When he did, it had sent tingles down your body. The sounds he made were erotic and lewd, nobody would have guess Kenma was capable of it. Only you knew this.
Eventually, Kenma couldn’t go at an average pace so he began to pick it up. His hips slammed against yours as he continuously dug his cock until it touched your cervix. A strangled cry left your lips as his pelvis had brushed against your clit.
“K-kenma, again,” you pleaded.
Your mouth fell open as Kenma did as you said. His thrusts grew much more rough and urgent. Your bodies slammed against each other. While you were trying to keep yourself from falling apart, Kenma was chasing his own orgasm.
In his mind, he was thinking of seeing your face contorting in bliss as you came for your fourth orgasm. The thought fueled his energy and only urged him to fuck you relentlessly.
“Shit, so good,” Kenma moaned.
“I’m—” you couldn’t tell Kenma that you were so close to cumming.
His thrusts were over stimulating you. Because of the occasional brushes over your clit, your mind was fogging and darkness was already spotting at your vision. You could barely speak, let alone formulate any words besides foul ones. Each time you tried to, moans fell from your lips followed by a loud scream of pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Kenma said again.
His eyes squeezed closed when you walls clenched around his dick. The muscles in Kenma’s body began to stiffen and tingles began to crawl up his spine. He was getting close to his climax so he began to quicken his pace to make you have yours.
“K-Kenma! K—ah!” Your nails dug into his neck as your fourth orgasm swallowed you whole.
Kenma had stopped thrusting completely. His dick was still buried deep inside of you. He intended to feel how your walls squeezed him. He groaned in pleasure at your pussy swallowing his dick as it covered him with its juices.
Just when you thought you were done, Kenma flipped you over saying, “On all fours.”
You weren’t even done calming down from your fourth orgasm. You felt like you couldn’t go anymore, you couldn’t handle it. But when Kenma had position you in doggy style and his fingers dig into the soft skin of your ass, you couldn’t deny it.
“I c-can’t, Kenma. I can’t g-go anymore,” you said through pants.
“But that’s only four. That’s not enough.” Kenma grunted.
“P-please—” You let out a surprised yelp when Kenma had slammed into your abused pussy.
Kenma set the pace fast and rough, not caring that your pussy could barely handle anymore. He was merciless. He wanted to fuck you until your entire body was exhausted, until it forgot how it felt like to be fucked by Daisho.
Daisho, that damn snake. Kenma snarled and thrusted harder and harder. His fingers were digging into your ass and bringing it back to his hips. You whined and moaned and begged, but your restless cries were muffled by the pillows of the bed.
The pleasure was so immense, you had no choice but to try and dim the intensity of your cries by shoving your face into the pillows. Just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t become more unbearable, the head of Kenma’s dick stroked against your g-spot.
“Ahhh, fuck, Y/N,” Kenma mewled.
The sounds of both of your moans filling the hotel room was so lewd. The smell of sex was sure to taint the room for a whole week. The sheets that were covered in your orgasm was surely not going to go unseen by the housekeeping attendants.
God, the thought of it embarrassed yet aroused you at the same time. As Kenma fucked you, he almost chuckled. Nobody would have guessed that he, a quiet gamer such as himself, would ever fuck you like this. It was so impossible to believe, even Kuroo, his closest friend, would laugh at the idea.
He watched your beautiful body bent over for him, quivering and sweaty. The fourth orgasm that had taken over you had no doubt taken a toll on your body. Even though Kenma had promised he would make you cum more times than you can handle, the feeling of remorse had finally got in touch with him.
He fucked you with the need for him to cum now. He wanted you both to cum at the same time, but when your pussy clench and unclenched around him, he knew that you would cum early. He couldn’t blame you after all. You were already so sensitive and your body would be more responsive than ever.
“Kenma, I’m—” tears fell down your eyes as you felt your fifth orgasm edging closer.
“Go ahead,” Kenma urged. “I’m close too.”
His thrust grew sloppy and had no rhythm as he approached close to his own orgasm. He groaned and squeezed your ass, using the last of his strength to flush your body against his.
After a few more hard and sloppy thrusts, you both released. The orgasm crashed into your like a tsunami wave while Kenma had felt like he opened a shaken up bottle of cold beer. He came into you, his warm seed spilling into your pussy.
Your body fell and Kenma’s dick slipped out. His breath was ragged and tired while yours was shallow. You felt incredibly lightheaded too. No words were able to formulate as you fell into the cushions below you. Before long, you knew that sleep was going to be your best friend.
Kenma didn’t even lay down. All he did was flip you over so you could look up at him.
Your shook your head, “Kenma, please I can’t go anymore.”
Kenma smiled softly and kissed your sweaty forehead. “I know. But we need to shower and even change the sheets.”
Right, you almost forgot you had squirted on Kenma and on the sheets. You nodded tiredly and tried to get up, but your body was too weak to reciprocate what you planned.
Kenma laughed lightly. “Never mind. Just lay down while I go fix a bath for us.”
You smiled at him and thanked him. “Thank you, Kenma.”
“Of course, Y/N.” He kissed you delicately before slipping out of bed and walking into the bathroom to prep a warm bath.
As you lay in bed, you didn’t even guess what Kenma had planned next for you. Yes, he felt remorse that you were undeniably exhausted from five straight orgasms, but he didn’t plan on stopping. Soon after you slipped into bath, he planned to take you again so that he could have you cumming for the sixth to seventh to the final time.
𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3: 𝙸𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 -> 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 4: 𝙷𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙻𝚎𝚟 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚈/𝙽, 𝙻𝚎𝚟 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚊, 𝙺𝚘𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊, 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝙱𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚒.
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎… 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔!
Song-fic 6/10 (Haikyuu!! Edition)
Pairing: Kozume Kenma x GN!Reader
Song: Online Love, Conan Gray
Summary: He had fallen for you, the one who lived so far away, but kept so close to his heart.
Request: Anon - ‘If you’re doing song fics…. Online Love by Conan Gray for Kenma 🤭 - 🧃’
Taglist: @baby-boy-taichi @strawberrytadashi @vventure @proplayer-kenma @the-black-birb @raekaashi @madireyn @noya-senpai-imagines @cuddlyasahi @cosmic-goddess-leo @kenmamazing @letmeshouyou @ardorwrites-hq-mha @atsumumu @spaceprincekai @miyulovestowrite @haikyyuwu @skyguy-peach
🎶You only pass through my city every once in a million seconds on a broken clock🎶
Kenma and you had been friends for a while now. Playing games online had led to exchanging numbers and so on. It started with a stream you were doing, he joined and you noticed the name. He happened to be a streamer that you really enjoyed watching and you ended up contacting him. The rest is history. You had also visited Japan a few times to meet him in person, but that’s a rare occurrence.
🎶Yet we talk like we’re living only miles only minutes from another, just around the block🎶
Talking every day had been a daily thing. Since he lived in Japan and you didn’t, it was hard to actually find a time to talk with one another without the timezones getting in the way. These were reserved times for both of you. You would talk about your day or a collab you wanted to do or were doing soon or even what you ate that day. It was amazing. Having someone that you can truly be yourself around. Kenma was truly amazed too, not really being social in person, but when it came to you, it was easy.
🎶As I stare at my screen, shining blue and green, all alone in a coffee shop🎶
Kenma sat in the booth you always reserved for when you visited his hometown. A small coffee shop on the edge of town, secluded and quiet. He was never one for coffee, but it had become a place he loved. Just like you had been someone he had learned to love. He stares at his phone, only a smile evident on his face.
🎶I can’t help but imagine what maybe could’ve happened if you weren’t just an online love🎶
As soon as your facetime ID popped on the screen, he answered. He didn’t want to waste a second of your reserved time together. Staring at you, he thought of what could’ve been if you weren’t so far away and if you were here with him now.
He wasn’t sad or upset, but he did like to dream of what might’ve been.
dedicated to @hello-it-s-mo because she loves kenma and is consistently touch starved
also i miss her hugs don’t tell her i said that
- as long as kenma can play his video game, he doesn’t mind you being cuddly with him
- honestly when you first start dating it’s the best way to initiate cuddles
- he won’t say no, but he won’t be inclined to overthink and maybe get a little shy or nervous or uncomfortable. you help him realize he actually loves cuddles
- he loves it when you’re either curled into his side or you’re resting your head in his lap, talking to him
- if it’s a game that doesn’t need a lot of focus (smash or mario kart for example) he’ll talk to you about anything and everything, pressing sweet kisses to the top of your head whenever he gets the chance
- if he’s playing something more story focused (maybe botw or fallen jedi), he loves either explaining the game to you, like story or if you missed part of his playthrough. if you know literally nothing about it, he’s happy to answer your questions
- tougher games (say a game like sekiro or dark souls) that require a lot of focus will lead to him being a bit quieter, but he always has this cute, soft smile when you give him words of encouragement as you watch him play
- sometimes he’ll even sit you in his lap and show you how to play a game you’ve never played before
- hell even if you have played it before he’ll still sit you in his lap, arms wrapped around you as you play
- honestly he’s incredibly soft for you, and loves it when you’re super clingy to him while still respecting his boundaries. it’s one of his favorite things about you
I’m Sorry 
— Kenma Kozume
Word Count: 1.8K
Warning: 😡 Kenma, SoftFem!Reader, Slight NSFW
A/N: SOOOO sorry this took forever. Literally was so hard for me to write because angry Kenma was something different. But I came through and part one is finally done. I’m beginning to work on part 2 where the nasty nasty begins. Also, didn’t make him lose as important match ksdnisndod but tried to put it in with another scenario.
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“Damn snakes,” Kenma muttered as he began shoving his things into his bag.
During his game with Nohebi, the snakes were pestering the easy targets of Nekoma’s volleyball team. Kenma obviously wasn’t one of them, but one of the snakes, Daisho—their team captain, was able to push Kenna’s buttons.
Kenma couldn’t get the things Daisho had said to him out of his head.
“Are you sure Y/N wouldn’t come crawling back to me?”
“I bet she misses me everyday.”
“Just early she came up to speak to me.”
“If you don’t satisfy Y/N enough she might have to come crawling back to me… after all, you’re only just a few centimeters taller than she is.”
Kenma shouldn’t have been bothered. You had told him countless of times and reassured him that he was perfect for you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t talk much, it didn’t matter that he cared more about his games, and it didn’t matter that he was shorter than all of your exes. You told him that you were completely and utterly in love with Kenma.
But it was impossible for him to accept after Daisho kept pestering Kenma about some lewd things.
To make situations worst, when Kenma had walked out to the halls from the auditorium, he saw you in an embrace with Daisho. His fists tightened around the strap of his bag as Daisho’s eyes caught sight of him and his reptilian smirk grew on his lips. Kenma wasn’t the type for confrontation so he waited until Daisho left and you approached him.
“Kenma!” You said with delight.
You went up to your boyfriend and embraced him but his arms was slacked to his side. “What’s wrong?”
Kenma, after built up madness and frustration—especially after seeing what went down earlier—scoffed and pulled away. “Let’s go. I’m tired.”
Not bothering to pester him, because he’s rarely angry and you’ve never faced him like this, you follow Kenma so you could not make a stop at the rented hotel.
You had booked it yourself, with the help of your parents too, so that you and Kenma can spend a good night together alone. Unfortunately, because of Kenma’s mood, you weren’t sure if you would both pursue a good night at all.
When you both arrived at the hotel, Kenma wasted no time to head into the shower. You sat on the edge of the bed patiently as you took the clothes he would wear tonight and laid it down next to you. You wanted to bring him in a good mood, so you tried your best to organize things.
Kenma was taking a while in the shower so you immediately began setting up a game for the two of you to play. It was Mario Kart, something classic and something challenging for both you and Kenma. You were equally good at the game so losing or winning was a fun way to go whenever playing with your boyfriend.
When everything was set up, Kenma had yet stepped out of the shower and you were worried.
You went up to the door and knocked. “Kenma? Are you okay?”
No answer. You decided to step in. After all, Kenma and you had already seen each other naked a good handful of times and weren’t ashamed of using the bathroom together. However, when you stepped in, it seemed to morph into a whole different environment and when you saw Kenma with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.
“Why’d you come in?” He snapped.
“I-I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” you said quietly, unsure of how to respond.
“Well, I am. So get out. I need to change,” Kenma said coldly.
“Oh… uh, your clothes are outside, I can get it for—“
“I can get it myself.” Kenma pushed passed you after a sharp hiss.
You were beyond shocked. You have never heard this tone of voice from him. It was so cold and sharp and venomous. It was able to prick you in the heart, allowing you to falter a bit. The surprised had completely engulfed your body and you froze on the spot.
After a few seconds of recollecting yourself, you had approached the room again. You stayed quiet, afraid you might trigger Kenma’s anger. You had no idea how to talk to him this way. You hated him acting like this to you. It was obvious that he was pushing his anger into you because you’re the only one in front of him. That fact alone had your eyes sting.
When Kenma got changed, he slipped into bed and covered himself with the blanket. You stared emptily at the glowing screen in front of you, watching as the menu of the game had waited for you to press start.
“Kenma…” you whispered.
“What?” It was stern and short.
“Uh, I put up Mario Kart for us to play tonight…,” you began fiddling with your thumbs as you nervously begin to map out what to say next, “do you want to play?”
“I don’t want to play that stupid game.”
That one hurt like a knife. Out of all the games you loved to play, especially in multiplayer, it was Mario Kart. It was a simple game that allowed you and Kenma to bond and calculate the characters that describe yourself as a whole. He would always tease you for choosing Yoshi, a character that held no accurate portrayal on yourself at all, and you would giggle at the fact that Kenma always picked between toad and princess Peach.
And to hear that Kenma thought Mario Kart was a stupid game? It made you want to cry.
“But I… I set it up and everything. You know, so we could have fun tonight,” you whispered.
“I don’t want to do anything tonight,” Kenma said.
“But this is the only night that—“
“I said I didn’t want to do anything tonight!” Kenma hissed. “If you want to play something then go ask Daisho or some other guy to do it!”
That stabbed you in the heart. Your once giddy emotion formed into one of sadness. With a defeated slump, you said okay and turned of the TV. You didn’t say anything, afraid that it might trigger more of Kenma’s rage. You simply laid into your bed, pulled the covers over you, and tried to force yourself to sleep.
Sleep wasn’t your best friend. Both you and Kenma lay quietly. Thoughts began to flood your mind. You began to think if Kenma was jealous, but you had already confirmed with him that he didn’t need to. Plus, you did everything special tonight to let Kenma know that you loved him. Simple things like these were able to assure Kenma, but apparently, it didn’t tonight.
Your torn feelings got the best of you and you felt a tear wet your flushed cheek. Your heart clenched and your throat tied into a knot as you tried to contain your overwhelmed emotion to yourself. You were so drowned in sadness that you couldn’t even keep yourself together. To make it worse, your mouth betrayed you as a sob slipped out from your lips.
When Kenma heard, it had triggered his common sense. Immediately, he felt horrible. He had made you feel this way. He had made you cry. It was his fault. Guilt replaced anger when he heard a sniffle from you and he immediately shifted his position.
“Y/N…” he said carefully.
You quickly tried to wipe away your tears. With a heavy breath, you tried your best to sound like you were okay, “Yeah.”
Your voice cracked. Kenma’s heart fell. “Y/N, look at me.”
You hesitantly turned to face him, and when you did, you noticed how Kenma’s eyes was drowned with guilt. Your eyes were red from the tears you had slipped out and your nose was pink.
“I’m sorry,” Kenma said softly.
“It’s-it’s—“ you tried to speak, but pathetically failed as you began to stutter.
“It’s not okay.” Kenma took you into an embrace and it was enough for you to breakdown. “I made you cry… I… hurt you…”
You curled into Kenma’s body as his hand began to caress your back in an apologetic tone.
“I was so jealous and clouded by rage, I failed to notice I was hurting you because of it. I took my anger out on you.”
Your breath hitched as you took a breath. “W-why?”
Kenma pulled away and held your face in his hand. His thumb wiped over you cheek to swipe away at the stray tear rolling down your cheekbone. “Stupid Daisho. He said some things that… made me mad. And then I saw you with him earlier, I felt like he was onto something. Still, I shouldn’t have said stuff like that to you. I love you and yet… I treated you like I didn’t.”
You smiled softly. “It’s okay.”
Kenma shook his head. “No. I…” he sighed.
You then realized that Kenma was still frustrated and mad. He still didn’t get over what Daisho said. You realized that whatever he did must’ve made Kenma’s bomb begin to tick.
“Kenma?” You whispered.
Kenma looked into your sparkling eyes that were once covered in tears. When he opened his mouth to speak, you cut him off by softly placing your lips on his.
The kiss got significantly heated when you felt Kenma’s hand move down to your hips and began to rub there. He then carefully moved you forward so your body flushed against his. When you felt the prominent bulge in your stomach, you moaned delicately.
Kenma pulled away from you, both of lips red and swollen.
“Y/N,” he said breathlessly, “I’m really sorry.”
“I know, Kenma, you said it—“
“Let me show you how sorry I am. And to also prove that…” he stopped himself.
“What?” You asked him. “Say it, Kenma.”
Kenma shyly looked at you. “Earlier, when Daisho was talking to me, he said that I could have never fully satisfied you like he did because he…” Kenma’s stomach curled in disgust as he recalled what Daisho told him. “He said that he’d take charge in bed and give you multiple…”
You turned red. Damn, Daisho. He never had his mouth closed when he was trying to get people pissed. It was true though. The sly serpent was more or less the dominant one in bed and enjoyed giving you endless orgasms until you cried. You enjoyed it, but after being with Kenma, you also loved the passionate and sensual sex you both had.
“He did, didn’t he?” The anger in Kenma’s eyes were evident.
“Kenma, it’s no big deal. It’s the past,” you comforted him.
“No.” Kenma pulled himself over you then held your hands at the sides of your head. “I… I’m going to make you cum more than he ever has. How many time do I need to do it?”
“How many times?!” Kenma said abruptly.
“Daisho made me cum four times,” you squeaked.
“Then I’ll make you cum twice as much.”
from my tiktok lmaoo 🙇♀️