inconsequential intervals ; you and kenma keep busy by missing each other
It’s late, you think, as you enter the room. Even so, you’re not surprised to find it empty.
You know the logical thing to do is go straight to sleep; you have an early day tomorrow. You also know the appropriate thing to do — ask Kenma to come to bed. He gets so engrossed in his work that he needs to be reminded to take care of himself.
Neither of the two options is more appealing than the other.
You go through the motions: wash your face, brush your teeth, and finally tiptoe across the hall to his gaming room. You knock once, twice.
“I’ll be finished soon,” he calls back distractedly.
“Okay,” you say to the door, and tiptoe back into your room. Swathed under the covers, it doesn’t take you long to fall into dreamland. Your last conscious thought before you drift off is that you could’ve tried harder to get Kenma next to you.
After all, a long time has passed since you two have spoken face to face.
But you’re accustomed to how Kenma functions, and it’s been many years now that you’ve fallen asleep alone, anyway.
By the time Kenma finishes his stream, the sun is just about to come up.
He can tell by the way the air has settled and gathered. It’s a weight bunched like a blanket around his shoulders that won’t dissipate even as he stands and stretches.
A glance at the clock confirms his hypothesis. In an hour or two you’ll be getting ready for work.
For a second Kenma debates staying up to send you off to work, and as he changes out of hypebeast apparel into comfier pajamas he practically commits to the idea. The two of you haven’t talked all week, it feels like, save for the two seconds worth of interaction when you knocked on his door. That was what, a couple of hours ago?
The more he thinks about it, the more it renders him incredulous, because the two of you live under the same roof. How is it possible that you’ve not had one conversation? He’s been talking with Kuroo pretty consistently. He’s even had more conversations with Lev than with you this week, for goodness’ sake, which he can’t fathom.
He hasn’t actually heard you speak in a really long time, Kenma realizes.
The possibility that the stasis between you two might be intentional carves a path through Kenma’s mind and into his chest, where it steeps like poison. That has to be it. You’re mad at him, and you’re punishing him with your silence.
To say that Kenma has amassed a number of gaming tricks and techniques by now is an understatement, but when it comes to you he’s still the clueless kid with a helpless crush on the neighborhood sweetheart. He sinks back into plush chair, gut churning with unpleasantries.
Another long day, another late night. Another episode of placing your dinner bill on the company tab, dozing off during the taxi ride home, kicking your shoes off once you enter the safety of your home.
Home is such a funny word. The luxurious apartment that you’re living in is definitely a “home”, but despite all your efforts — a bouquet of dying flowers here, a crookedly hung painting there — it still doesn’t feel very much like yours. You don’t recognize yourself in the tall, floor length mirror though you helped pick it out, nor do you see yourself in the reflection peering up at you that’s attributed to the smooth mahogany coffee table.
You know you’re lucky. And it’s not that you’re ungrateful to be living here. It’s just that you’re out of your element here: a fish out of water, a stranger in no man’s land. In the morning you wake up and half-expect someone to materialize in the ceiling, telling you that you’ve taken over the wrong timeline. Somehow you believe that — that you’ve accidentally slipped into someone else’s shoes, that the life you are leading isn’t truly yours.
The comfort you associate with home has never come from a place, but from a person. You don’t know since when that feeling has started to fade. You don’t know how to get it back.
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haikyuu boys + s/o doing this on tiktok
iwaizumi hajime + kenma kozume + suna rintaro x gender neutral reader
anonymous ask :: hello! can i request iwaizumi and anyone else you want reacting to you doing something like this
mai's note :: anon anon anon! i absolutely loved this request!! thanks for requesting!! <33
warnings :: a lil bit of crack, fluffiness since some of them are very protective!!
he was just sitting on the bed, flipping through one of his books before he heard wrapping paper crunch in the living room. trudging to see you filming a tiktok, wrapping paper covering your chest and your hips and his eyebrows raised. "ehem, what are you doing?" you squeaked and tapped pause on your phone. "haji! i was just filming a tiktok—" "yes, i can see that. i meant to ask, what are you wearing?"
you looked down at the wrapping paper then back at him, "oh this? i can just remove it, if you want—" "you look fine" he grumbled, "continue making that tiktok of yours." he added before sitting on the couch, side-eyeing you before he just decided to stand up and pull it apart, you stumbling to the floor before iwaizumi chuckled, "film something else, too much skin-showing." and he stopped the recording before making you wear his over-sized sweat-shirt.
he just stared, feline-like eyes narrowed. his grip on his red and blue nintendo switch tight. you could hear him muttering and grumbling, he tried to focus on his mario kart game but the sight of you wearing that? he wants you to wear his hoodie, what the hell were you even doing this for? you looked at him and smiled, "what's up kozu? been grumbling like that all the time."
"you should just film me instead, i could wear that for you. might get more views, i'm very popular." he huffed, standing up and checking the red and green paper around your body, "yeah you are, but are you serious kenma?" you giggled and you watched him rip up the paper around you and put it on himself, your laughing ringing around the living room as he filmed himself, giving you the phone right after before checking the video, "huh, i look really good."
he was watching some gossip channel on youtube before he sees you prep a phone holder, holding his laughter when he sees you attach some paper around yourself and trying to dance, his droopy eyes flashing to the phone, a quick grin on his face before he stand up, your head turning quickly to give him a silent glare, intended for him to get the message, "don't do anything, i'm filming."
but he just pushes you out of the way, starting to dance wildly in front of the camera. your mouth agape as you watched him, weirdly flexible and glancing at you, giving you a quick smug grin. taking the phone and hugging you tightly, "you're not gonna film anything, i'm prettier than you. ooh, probably better at dancing too."
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Literally one person asked for this but I’m here to feed my little chicklets so. Enjoy
Fucken rollplay. Often ceo and assistant
Daddy AND mommy kink. He’s a switch. He enjoys being put in his place as well as doing the place putting.
Spit. I refuse to comment any further. alr it’s something about your tits covered in him. If that makes sense
Spanking. He likes the jiggle
Bondage. Just seeing your helpless little self. There’s nothing you can do to stop him from taking what he wants. Not that you would.
Hands 😀. He adores how beautiful they are. And in my mind he dabbles in the arts and knows how difficult it is to draw them so.
B R E E D I N G. Stuffing you like a damn thanksgiving turkey. Which leads me to my next kink
Tummy bulge. It makes the poor man drool. Hence the spit kink.
I does oral count? Yeahhhh.. yea. He lives pearl divin. There wasn’t ever a time he was bad at it. He’s never failed to make you cum on his face
@springday19 Here babes. Also thank you for interacting!! It really helps.
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what did they see? (°_°)
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Enough of the drivers, which mechanic?
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Haikyuu boys vanilla turn-ons.
Because vanilla is totally okay and not everything needs to be hard and kinky. Both ways are fine just remember that!
Watching you put your clothes on whilst your running late for work. Your shirt half way buttoned leaving your chest and collarbones exposed, he’s left undressing you with his eyes as you leave for work. Sometimes he purposely leaving leggings out for you to wear when you arrive home so he can gaze at the structure of your body and the sway of your hips.
Sugawara, Kuroo, Akaashi, Semi, Osamu
Man boobs, boobs anything related with boobs. Including nipples. Even hearing the word boobs gets him all exited. He can use them as a personal idea, stress balls, something to cum on and something to grab on when he’s thrusting into you. This all started from writing 8008 into a calculator during exams.
Lev, Oikawa, Aone, Tendou, Kageyama
Hearing you say “I love you” during slow passionate make out sessions or sex. It makes the scene go from 0 to 100% in less than a second.
Daichi, Kenma, Kita, Washio, Hinata
Long legs with thigh high socks, fitted skirts which show the shape of your hips and legs. He’s not stuck in the 1980’s I swear, he appreciates legs that enhance the beauty you already have.
Bokuto, Ushijima, Suna, Hoshiumi, Ennoshita
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pervert kenma,,,,my gosh👩🍳🤌
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ, ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+
ᴛᴡ: ᴘᴀɴᴛʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀ ꜱᴇx, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ "ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ". ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ!
ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: honestly.. not too proud ouf this one?? like i feel like i knew what i wanted to say but couldn't necessarily get my words out onto paper?? regardless i hope you enjoy!
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ! ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
pervert!kenma.. kenma, in general, makes my pussy quake... but pERVERT!KENMA??? let's talk about it.
pervert!kenma is really laid back, but when he wants something, he’s going to get it. point, blank, period.
we all know kenma is a streamer. he plays games for a living. what’s his second favorite thing other than streaming? having you sit pretty on your knees underneath his desk. he makes sure always to wear low-hanging sweats, that way, you can easily pull them down and have full access to his cock. he loves the feeling of your wet mouth keeping his cock nice and warm. he does this the entire time he’s streaming. whenever he reads a comment he dislikes or a particular level is upsetting him, he’ll make sure to release his anger by pounding your throat. he’ll display a “be back later!” banner on his stream and mute his microphone. he’ll move a hand away from his keyboard, it finding purchase in your hair and gripping at the roots of your locks. at this moment in time, you’re nothing but a toy, a stress reliever for kenma. his hand drags your head along his cock, curses, and groans flying past his lips each time you gag around him. he’s fully utilizing his 15 minutes. <3
pervert!kenma loves to hold special events on his stream… special events where you’re playing games for him. his fans and followers think he’s busy for the day and has his significant other substituting for him or even just letting you have fun on his account. but in reality, he’s only switched spots with you. you’re always so pretty and obedient for him, getting on your knees when told. why not return the favor? pervert!kenma has your legs slightly spread and his head wedged between your thighs. pink tinted lips wrap around your sensitive nub and suck. he’d be a liar if he said watching you struggle to play and talk with the viewers wasn’t entertaining. the quiver in your voice, how you’re trying to wriggle away from him, has him overflowing with animalistic lust.
“y/n are you okay? me? i-i’m fine!” you stutter out.
“why are you stuttering so much? is the game scary?”
“you can stop playing if you’re sick!”
“please take care of yourself!”
one by one, you read the comments aloud while kenma tends to your leaking pussy, slurping and gulping down your sweet, sweet juices.
pervert!kenma loves spoiling you and insists on buying you everything you could ever want, but of course, he buys you things he wants you to have. and it’s always the skimpiest little outfits. tight shirts that hug your breasts, tiny skirts that stop at the middle of your thigh, ones so tiny that if you bend down, everyone would have a complete view of your ass. pervert!kenma loves the gawks and random stares you get when prancing around in said outfits. he can practically read the filthy thoughts going through people's minds when they see you. it riles him up because while they’re thinking it, he’s the only one who can act on those impure thoughts.
this routine is the same, and it always ends with you face down, ass up in the back of kenma’s car. both of his hands grip onto your waist and guide you along his shaft, cum filled balls slapping and bouncing off your puffy pussy lips.
“ken ken, please~.”
“please, what? you look so pretty, kitten. do me favor?” he says before leaning down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear, “shut up and let daddy fuck you. and don’t make a mess on my leather seats, i would hate to have to punish you.”
he literally makes you squirt uncontrollably on purpose, so he has a reason to punish you <3
days when pervert!kenma has to go into his office to handle in-person business, he always brings the necessities; himself, headphones, and a pair of your worn panties. when all of his meetings are concluded, he’ll prop his phone up and lean back in his chair. you're not met with a hi, hello, or even his face, no. you’re met with a swollen tip, one that's oozing precum, and your favorite pair of light pink panties wrapped around his shaft. his hips are thrusting sloppily up into his hand, imagining the cloth was your wet cunt. his eyes lock onto you, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips before mumbling, “be a good kitten, and show me your pussy, yeah? let daddy see you. ”
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Enjoy this little Kenma doodle that I did :)
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Can u do a part 2 to the not recognizing them when ur drunk with kenma plzz
'i can't go home with you i have a boyfriend' with them pt 2
featuring : kenma, sakusa, sugawara
genre : fluff, humor
warnings : reader is drunk
note : why didn't i think of that title :< anyway thanks for requesting, hope you don't mind me adding other two characters | not proof read. !
tbh he really didn't expect you to be this drunk. see, kenma is a patient man. so he starts with, "babe let's go h—" only for you to cut him off by shouting, "babe? who are you calling babe— who even are you, mister?" with the most passive aggressive stance ever. "i'm your boyfriend?" — "you're not?!" now he won't step back because he needs to get you home and for that, you need to be convinced. literally tried everything from your pictures, videos, text messages and even the few streams you've joined, only for you to say that he stole your boyfriend's phone and threaten him by saying that you'll call the security. seems like it's going to be a long night.
he simply doesn't have the energy to deal with your shit at midnight. he's a little taken aback by it but stays unfazed, holding your hand to lead you to his car but you pull away outside the bar, mumbling something like, "you're pretty but my boyfriend's hotter," he's not sure if that's a compliment. then you proceed to show him pictures of your boyfriend on your phone — which is him but you're way too drunk to recognize him immediately — and he just nods while begging you to come home because it's getting colder outside. finally, after minutes of you swooning over your boyfriend, you recognize him before passing out on his shoulders. kinda moved by how you're loyal even when you're drunk but is also concerned because you literally just walked out with him even when you didn't recognize him.
quite literally suffering because you've been calling him all sorts of things as you refuse to go with him. also somehow you managed to make friends with some other people at the bar and now they're all coming at him for pestering you. had to explain that he's your boyfriend. "please try to understand, i am your boyfriend," — "you're not, my boyfriend is at work." now why in the world would he be at work at 3 am? you sure do end up calling cops but plot twist, it's daichi. now they're both trying to get you recognize suga while daichi drops you home.
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caught in 4k
summary; kenma goes viral and you might too
- pairing; k.kenma x gn!reader
- genre; fluff
- w.c; 886
- warnings; mild violence, nothing serious
a/n; a present to @kirakirasaku and @kodzucafe for feeding my kenken brainrot 🥴 i hope you like it 🥺
“It’s at one thousand views.”
You hear muffled groaning beside you and you giggle, tapping at your phone screen to refresh the video. “Ohh, now it’s at thirteen hundred!”
Your boyfriend pokes his head out from under the comforter, hair spilling from the haphazard bun, cheeks flushed like freshly bloomed azaleas. You reach out to poke his nose. He swats your hand away. “Will you stop watching that,” he gripes, reaching out to snatch the device out of your hands but you’re too quick, nimbly ducking beneath his arm to instead slide down next to him.
“But you look so funny,” you snigger, replaying the shaky footage captured not even fifteen hours ago. It had been uploaded to the web not even five minutes ago. “And this part is gold.”
You bite your lip as you watch, holding back a smile as the video replays for what must be the sixteenth time. It’s obviously from a fan who caught you and Kenma on your day out. You had managed to convince him to buy you some ice cream, and you were seated at what you thought was a more secluded area of the park. The person is too far away to hear your conversation, but you can clearly see your faces, the shine in your eyes as you laugh along with your boyfriend.
You watch, heart flipping when Kenma points at the corner of your mouth. Before you can react, he reaches out, swiping his thumb across your lip before popping the digit into his mouth. Your shocked and flustered expression makes him grin, and he’s so focused on you that he can’t see the shit-eating smirk on Kuroo’s face, who saw the whole thing and is walking over to you from the right.
“Turn it off,” Kenma groans, once against swiping at your phone but you move your arm back and stick your tongue out at him.
“No! Let me watch!”
You resume the video, eyes intensely watching as Kenma catches sight of him and freezes. Kuroo stands a few feet away from the two of you, a white box in one hand while the other is on his hip. He’s smirking, saying something that makes Kenma turn a brilliant red as he glares at him, resembling a cat with its hackles raised. Some more words are exchanged before the streamer launches his ice cream cone at Kuroo, who shrieks loud enough for the camera to capture the sound before taking off, a raging Kenma pursuing him. The video ends, zooming in on your slightly dumbfounded expression.
Your boyfriend successfully snatches your phone while you’re too busy cackling. “That will never not be funny,” you say amidst your hiccuping laughter, and though Kenma is still burning from humiliation, seeing the pure joy and delight on your face takes most of the sting away.
“He’s lucky he brought us pie,” the streamer mumbles, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer to him. “Otherwise I would have killed him.”
“He just wanted to congratulate you on five million subscribers,” you coo, swinging your leg around his midsection and burrowing your face against his neck. “And he was just teasing like he always is.”
Kenma grumbles something low, the vibrations his chest too loud against your ear for you to properly hear him. He runs his fingers through your hair, lips pressing against your forehead as you sigh contentedly. You stay like this for a moment longer before you squirm, trying to get out of his hold.
“Where are you going?” He asks with a frown as you shift to roll out of bed.
“I’m thirsty,” you say, shivering from the sudden lack of warmth. “I’ll be right back.” You’re barely an inch off the bed when Kenma yanks you by the back of your shirt, causing you to fall onto the bed with a yelp.
“You’re staying right here,” he says stubbornly, dragging you across the comforter back to him. “This is your punishment for laughing and rewatching that stupid video.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn around and settle back into bed, limbs tangled with his. “And how long will I be punished for?”
He doesn’t say anything, just keeps shifting around and grabs at your hand. You allow him to glide his finger along your palm, enjoy the tingling sensation his touch leaves on your skin when something cold is slipped onto your finger. You jerk back, eyes wide, and stare at a slightly sweating Kenma, whose eyes dart around the room.
“For forever,” he mumbles, unable to look at you as you keep your orbs trained on him, refusing to look down at your hand despite the gleam that is trying to catch your eye. “If you’ll have me.”
Your voice is barely above a whisper when you question, “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking?”
Kenma swallows before his golden orbs meet yours. There’s a determined glint, something you only ever see when he’s playing a particularly challenging game. “I am,” he says, voice soft but unwavering. He nods at something on the desk beside the bed and when you look, it’s a camera, hidden under a stack of books. When he says your name, a chill runs down your spine.
Then, four words.
“Will you marry me?”
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[ Kinktober; Day 13 - Lactation - Haikyuu! ]
NFSW Minors DNI
Kenma x F!Reader
Includes; Kenma wanting to share the milk for your tits <3, breeding kink <3, hickeys, grinding, pet name kitten, praise, mentions of penetration
A/N -I’ve always had a thing for quiet guys, their always so good in bed <3
You and Kenma have just had your first baby, and you’re sure he was more excited seeing you all plump and swollen with his kid more than you actually giving birth,
You remember that night perfectly, Kenma’s hips slamming into yours, shooting out ropes of cum inside of you and chanting ‘gonna make you swollen’ ‘want you to have my babies’ ‘want me to fill you up with my kids’ your thighs squeeze together thinking back at it…
“Hey” Kenma’s voice breaks your thoughts, taking you back to your place on your shared bed,
“What’s wrong” you look at him, trying to ignore the aching in your lounge shorts
“My mom came and picked up the baby, we finally get some alone time” he smirks, cupping your face as he places a gentle kiss against your lips
You giggle, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him on top of your body, deepening the kiss with your husband,
You feel Kenma’s lips trailing down to your jaw, sucking lightly as he moves to your neck, kissing and biting at your sweet spot as you squirm underneath him,
“It’s been awhile since we’ve done anything fun, hasn’t it” he smirks against your skin, listening to your breath hitch as he goes down to cup your already damp pussy,
He sits up for a mere second to take off his shirt, motioning for you to do the same. Eventually he lays down on his side, pulling your thigh over his as he grinds against you passionately, hooking your lips into a kiss as he groped your exposed skin
“So pretty, all for me” he mumbles, letting his mouth trail back down to your neck, this time making it further to your chest,
You grip his blonde hair, making him look up to you in alarm, “is everything alright kitten?” Your heart flutters at the sweet pet name, yet you shake your head in worry,
“No everything’s fine it’s just, I’ve been leaking a little.. and I’m really sensitive with my breasts..” his cock twitches at your quiet voice, his mind wondering to what it would be like to ducks your tits when they are all plump with milk,
“You know.. I’ve always loved milk…” Kenma mumbles, loud enough so you could hear him but fast enough that your couldn’t stop him from latching himself onto one of your nipples, sucking pleasurably as he coaxes your milk out, not caring for the liquid that drips down your body or down his chin
“Kozume… Kozu- Ah” your back arches from sensitivity of feeling Kenma paw and suck at your breasts, leaving small love bites and trails of your milk wherever he goes,
“Such a pretty mommy, makes me want to breed you all over again” you whine at his words, your hands tangling in his hair and legs wrapping around his waist,
“You feel good kitten, want me to keep going” you nod, whining out ‘yes’ as you feel him latch onto your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the previous one
Kenma watches as your milk oozes from your nipples, his cock twitches in his pants as he laps up the mess he caused, “Ken.. It’s too sensitive, I- I cant” he frowns, watching you squirm beneath him, your face red
“But your so cute like this kitten, makes me want to fuck you swollen of my kids, my love” he pants, sitting up to let you catch your breath,
“Ken.. want you to fuck me again.. please” he watches as your hips rut pathetically into his own, taking pity on you he grinds into your damp cunt,
“You don’t have to ask me twice” he smirks, pulling your thighs over his as he rids of his briefs, “gonna pump you full kitten, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He questions, moving your hair out your face as you nod with your dough eyes looking up at him submissively
“That’s my good girl” he taps his cock against your swollen clit, rubbing your wet cunt till he finally decides to slip in.
Taglist; @simpingfortoast @on3ey3dk1ng @-miiss-orihara- @courtneypaigemartin @cosmosassassin @kurooslove
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RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS
pairing: kozume kenma x gn!reader
warnings: none i think
autumn’s note: lowkey think my immune system has it out for me like first i’m hit with a bad cold and my throat ends up raw n then i get hit by my period like bestie 🤨🤨 what did i do to you 🤨🤨
parts: suna | kita | sakusa
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THE WAY KUROO IS HOLDING HIS CAT SO GENTLY AND SMILING AHHHHH
AND KENMA'S SOFT SMILE AND HIS CAT IS YAWNING SO CUTELY ASHDFDCSFJDHD
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: ASKING THEM TO CHOKE YOU WITH THEIR THIGHS ! pt 2
timeskip! slight suggestive! fluff — tsukishima, kenma, osamu, nishinoya, oikawa | part one
notes: I thought about doing it with most of the haikyuu boys so expect a part three!!
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kenma who is such a bad mean mouthed baby but makes the smallest whimpers into your skin, leaving tiny marks
“Fuck, who’s pussy is this, huh?” The brunette breathes against your clit. He runs his hand along the arch of your back as you moan into the pillow in front of you.
“I asked you a question, babygirl.” He hums against your clit, bringing his hand down on your ass. “You know how to answer, don’t you?”
“K-Kenma’s!” You squeal after he goes back to forming a tighter seal around your cunt. He’s relentless, diving into your pussy like he needs it to breathe.
Only after flicking the tip of his tongue against your entrance does he hop back into the conversation. “Who’s? Couldn’t hear you that well.”
“Yours, Kenma.” You whine, desperately trying to push your cunt back into his face. He snickers, using his two thumbs to spread you apart as you writhe against his touch.
“Mmm. That’s right, angel.” He licks a stripe up your pussy. “All mine.”
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kenma x fem!reader (poker face ending)
wc. 2.9k (ahaha)
warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, liberal use of italics, soft soft, kenma in denial, allusions to marriage, bokuto and kuroo meddling, drinking, declarations of love, SMUT!!! (is marked off!), sub!kenma, handjob + blowjob, slightly insecure!kenma, meiko mentions, enthusiastic consent, one (1) katamari reference, vocal!kenma, uhh
an. good golly gee i HATE ending the endings m so bad at it AND the smut is lil weirder to skip??? like it’s not impossible or anything but it’s not as smooth as atsumu’s, m rlly sorry :((((( but i rlly hope y’all enjoy hehe don’t forget to feed me shawties :3
the loud obnoxious pop music blasting in the crowded bar around kenma made him want to fling himself into the moon at the nearest opportunity.
okay, so that was a little dramatic but the fact still stood.
he was crammed into a tiny booth with kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi, the former brushing up against him with every little movement, making kenma bristle in discomfort.
why the hell did i agree to this, kenma thought while sipping on his cranberry juice. he’d never enjoyed drinking, his true thoughts and feelings coming out way too easily once intoxicated. it was so infuriating being a lightweight, especially when everyone around him was disgustingly drunk.
“are you having fun kenma?” bokuto half yelled, half slurred into his ear from across the table. kenma slouched further into the booth’s stained cushions in response, his lack of answer not bothering bokuto in the slightest.
with the boisterous man’s attention successfully diverted by akaashi, kenma allowed his eyes to wander out over the dance floor but he wasn’t really paying them any mind. instead, his mind was occupied with none other than you.
it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering all the time he’d been spending with you recently. it had been a few months since the hyper house had disbanded and while you were enjoying your time living with your best friends, they had way too much sex. like an abnormal amount.
it had gotten to the point where you were having to abscond from the apartment four times a week because they were just so loud.
at first you had found refuge in the 24 hour cafe a few blocks from your place but falling asleep at a hard wood table only to have to walk home at 2am alone was terrible for your peace of mind (and your back).
you’d started complaining about it at your weekly animal crossing hang outs with kenma and he’d offered the brilliant solution of you coming over to his place when makki and mattsun were otherwise... occupied.
you were shocked at his suggestion and aptly so. it was no news that kenma absolutely hated hosting and having people over, especially since he was one of the few former members that were able to afford their own place straight out the gate.
when you’d expressed this, all he had said was, you’re different.
that wasn’t enough for you, evidenced by your once again nightly stays at the cafe but when you had to run home because someone was following you, you begrudgingly agreed to kenma’s offer and started sleeping at his house multiple times a week.
it was a bit to get used to at first, seeing you first thing in the morning with messy hair and sleep-swollen eyes. you were beautiful jarring. but, as time passed, he got used to your presence, making your drink of choice and sliding him his tea in the morning, sending him a soft smile that had him running to the bathroom to hide his blush.
it was all... strangely domestic.
even now, the thought of you in your threadbare sleep shirt, standing in his kitchen while cooking breakfast sent a wave of heat across his face, spreading up to the tips of his ears.
“what are you thinking about that’s got you so red?” kuroo teased, pulling the glass out of kenma’s hands, laughing at his annoying glare. he hoped he could ignore the question as he so often did, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky.
bokuto cackled in his seat before calling out your name, sending a chill of fear down kenma’s spine. “bet he’s thinkin about her! about how he wants to smooch her and maybe more,” he waggled his eyebrows, “i’m just saying!”
the rest of the table let out good natured laughs but kenma was preoccupied with replaying what bokuto had said.
i mean, sure he thought you were pretty, but anyone with eyes would agree! and yeah, maybe spending time with you was the highlight of his week, but it wasn’t his fault you were so genuinely enjoyable to be around. and of course, sometimes when it was late at night, his mind would wander to you and how it would feel to wake up beside you instead of across the hall from you and—
fuck. he liked you. a lot.
then, as if you somehow knew exactly what was on his mind (a terrifying thought to entertain), his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. he pulled it out quickly to check it and he hated how his heart picked up in his chest at the sight of your contact name.
[sussy baka <3]: wya shawty 🤨 u have no food in ur fridge n m hungry seen 13:20
[player ew]: s boys night seen 13:22
[sussy baka <3]: 😐
[sussy baka <3]: are u having fun seen 13:25
[player ew]: ... seen 13:28
[sussy baka <3]: yeah that’s what i thought
[sussy baka <3]: bring home some ramen <3 seen 13:31
home. god, if he didn’t like the sound of that coming from you. it took kenma no time at all to start packing up his things, ignoring the knowing looks on his friends faces as he tossed down a couple of bills for his drink and left to go home, where you were.
after stopping at the convenient store, he headed to his apartment building, shopping bag full of ramen in one hand and heart in the other.
no matter what he did, he couldn’t get bokuto’s annoying voice out of his head, telling him that he liked you. and now that he knew it was true? he was kind of spiraling.
the ding of the elevator managed to somehow shake him out of his thoughts, at least for him to get to his front door, but once it was open, all coherent brain activity immediately dissolved.
you were sitting on his couch in the living room, bundled up in one of his mario blankets and wearing one of his hoodies as you watched some animal documentary raptly, sheer disgust written all over your face.
he managed to work up the courage to actually enter his apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and beelining towards the kitchen, not missing your excited call of his name and wide grin.
biting down any other unchecked feelings, he quickly set to work boiling the water for the ramen and then... stood there. boiling water would take a while and he knew he couldn’t avoid you forever but he really, really didn’t want to go sit by you with all these emotions sitting right on his chest.
“kenma, they’re gonna eat the seal!” you yelled from the couch, waving him over frantically. how was he supposed to say no to brutal animal murder on tv? kenma chuckled dryly at his own joke as he made his way over to where you sat, plopping himself on the side of the couch furthest away from you.
he told himself he just didn’t want to bug you when he had to go check the water but he knew it was a lie. he was running from his feelings, from anything that could ruin this.
you shot him a concerned look which he caught out of the corner of his eye but he kept his head firmly forward, unwilling to look at you if he didn’t have to. “kenma, what’s wrong? was boys night that bad?” you asked gently, and fuck if that didn’t make him feel worse.
kenma just shook his head, still choosing not to face you. you let out a long, arduous sigh before scooting across the couch and pressing yourself to his side, pulling his head down to rest on your chest while taking one of his hands into your own.
what the fuck. what the fuck?!1!?1!!?1!
you were so soft and warm and your arms around him made him feel things which was exactly what he was trying to avoid but then you actually started to speak and oh shit it got worse.
“kenma,” you started, running your hands through his deep brown locks, “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”
of course he knew that because this was you and you were so kind and considerate and badass and cool and that was all precisely why he couldn’t talk to you about everything, especially when it came to his emperor of the cosmos sized feelings for you.
but, instead of saying any of that, he allowed you to continue, his body relaxing into your hold against his will.
“i bother you because i care about you and i worry, you know. i know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself but i can’t help it...” if kenma was really listening, he would’ve heard the shakiness in your voice, the apprehension in your words but he didn’t. “i can’t help it because i like you, kenma.”
kenma pushed himself off of you to look you in the face, to find any sign that you’re pranking him or just being cruel but he couldn’t find any.
still, he couldn’t take you at your word, after all who would like someone like him?
“say it again,” his voice comes just under a whisper, his words stilted and unsure but he needs to know, he needs to believe you. he wants to believe you.
“i like you.” you don’t use any big, flowery words, nor do you try and justify why you like him and still, somehow it’s enough. kenma’s eyes filled with tears as they’re trained on you but your eyes were occupied elsewhere.
staring at his lips.
“can i kiss you?” you asked softly, not pressuring or forceful but like that was truly just on your mind and you had to ask it. kenma wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resist when you asked him like that. “please,” was his response, already breathy and absolutely wrecked.
surging forward, you pressed your mouth to his, soft lips meeting chapped ones as you moved them insistently against his own. kenma let out an embarrassing whine at the contact, his hands balling into fists by his sides.
yours, on the other hand, wandered, tracing over the hills and valleys of his chest and back before landing right under the hem of his hoodie. you pulled back, laughing quietly at the way he so eagerly chased your lips while halting him with a hand to his sternum.
“can i take this off?” kenma nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself and you let out another soft huff as you busied yourself with getting him naked.
he tried to help you where he could, but he was ultimately resigned to bask in your movements, in your control as you manhandled him out of every article of clothing he was wearing until he was as naked as the day he was born.
immediately, the insecurities took hold of him, his mouth opening to stutter out an apology for how he looked. meiko’s voice played in his ears, reminding him he wasn’t what the girls went for being too skinny, too sensitive, too loud.
kenma moved to pick his clothes back up to cover himself before retreating to his room where he could die of shame but your firm hand kept him where he sat.
“you’re beautiful,” you said, like you were saying the sky was blue or the grass was green — as an irrefutable fact. your brows were furrowed at first but the expression melted away to show a softer one, one full of love, admiration, and... lust.
a high-pitched whimper left his lips at your gaze, his cock throbbing against his thigh. you grinned and moved back in to kiss him, your hand moving to his throat to hold him in place, his adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.
your other, unoccupied, hand traveled down his body to rub over a nipple, his back arching into your touch as his breath hitched against your mouth. you let out a hum of approval, continuing your ministrations of pinching and plucking the hard bud before moving further down to take a hold of his cock.
kenma broke away from you, a choked wail erupting from his chest as he bucked up into your grip. “can i make you feel good? can i show you how beautiful you are?” you asked earnestly, your thumb gently caressing his jaw.
“please, please, please,” he begged. under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed at how easily he’d been folding for you, but it was so much easier to just submit to your capable and willing hands.
“good boy,” you tacked on mindlessly, your blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips only adding to your debauched look. internally, kenma preened at the fact that he was responsible for you looking like that, so feral like you just wanted to eat him up.
which was apparently exactly what you wanted to do, evidenced by you sliding onto your knees in front of him, pressing kisses and sucking marks into his pale thighs.
kenma’s hips stuttered beneath you as he watched you get closer and closer to his throbbing member, the tip already bright red and leaking precum.
suddenly, your eyes shot up to his, pinning him with an intense stare as you slowly, slowly brought him to your mouth, the wet heat enveloping the head before you closed your lips around him and sucked.
holy fucking shit.
his reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips bucked up into your mouth, and a filthy moan escaped from him as you started to get into a nice rhythm sucking his cock.
kenma could barely keep himself quiet, especially when you began toying with his balls, the feeling adding to the coil tightening in his gut.
you pulled all the way off of him before sucking him down the hilt, his mouth opening in a silent scream as you choked around his length, the pleasure that your throat was bringing while you pulsed around him was otherworldly.
he was going to die, he resigned. he was going to die by the biggest orgasm he’d ever had with his penis in your mouth and he was going to love every second of it.
a sharp tap to his inner thigh brought him back down to earth, this bleary eyes trying to focus on your face and once they did, he was taken aback. your eyes held such fondness, such love that he could hardly take it.
kenma couldn’t hold back his thoughts, especially under the intensity of your gaze, his mouth opening to gasp out, “i love you, shit, i love you.”
you pulled off him with a pop but you didn’t stop stroking him, your hand picking up the pace to the point that his thighs were quivering with the strength of his oncoming orgasm.
“say it again,” you threw his words right back at him and if he’d been in his right mind, he might’ve laughed but since he was drowning in pleasure, he immediately followed your orders, groaning out those three words over and over until he was hoarse.
you seemed to enjoy it, so much so that you took the palm of your hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of his cock, sending him right over the edge.
his vision whited out completely as he came with a loud cry of your name, tears trailing from his lashline from the sheer severity of his orgasm, one hand grasped tightly in yours.
as kenma came down from his high, he watched you brush his hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his hairline.
“you know, i love you too,” you stated, pulling him up to rest his spent body against your own. he scoffed while playing with your hand, toying with your bare ring finger in a way that you knew was deliberate.
“i figured, you just sucked my dick.” you protested loudly, smacking him gently on the arm when he snickered at your reaction. after your laughter died down, he rested his head back over your heart, listening to the steady beat thrumming beneath his ear.
your hands tangled back into his hair and he felt himself drifting off into dreamland when a loud meow startled him awake again. kyabia (or caviar) stared up at him with unblinking feline eyes, her tail swishing silently against the floor. “oh god, my cat is seeing me naked,” he gasped in horror, your chest heaving against his ear as you cackled.
kyabia quickly got bored and scampered off to who knows where and by that time, kenma was ready to knock back out. you were still laughing though and since you were his human pillow, that just wouldn’t do.
shoving you down on the couch, he buried his head in your chest and muttered a blunt, “sleep,” ignoring the way your giggle made a smile spread across his cheeks.
obviously, you could tell if your own matching grin was anything to go by but you let it be, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter to your body, like you were trying to pour all your love into the embrace.
kenma only hoped that you would also “let it be” when you caught him ring shopping on his phone just a few weeks later.
it was only a matter of time. why delay when he loved you and you loved him? he knew he couldn’t wait until he could officially call you his.
after all, kozume yn had a nice ring to it.
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
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Stuff the haikyuu boys do during sex that’s too much
Because there’s never too much sex.
If you’re tired from riding him he’ll grab your waist, his hands are big, like a steamy lustful band of support. Whilst supporting you he runs his fingers along your body adoring you figure. He’ll bounce you on his cock digging his fingertips into your hips chasing his and your own orgasm.
Daichi, Ushijima, Aone, Bokuto, Aran, Kuroo.
He takes over instantly, aggressive and dominant he’s waited all day to have you and now he’s going to fuck your brains out. He’ll push you against walls and manhandle you how he wants. Tearing off your clothes with no care in the world, he’s rich enough to buy you another expensive dress/suit.
Sakusa, Lev, Semi, Konoha, Kai, Iwaizumi.
When he’s about to cum he switches positions, he’ll eat your cunt out like a man starved. Even if you’ve orgasmed 4 times he’ll growl at you “ I’m going to fuck you all night.” He keeps his eyes glued on you every time you cum watching how you push him up to your lips to make out.
Akaashi, Tendou, Oikawa, Sugawara, yaku, Kita.
When he completely loses control he’ll rest bite your neck before resting his head against your neck, he holds you closer pushing you against him as much as he can. His hand lowers down to your abdomen applying some pressure, before reaching your clit.
Hinata, Ennoshita, Kenma, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna.
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𝚝𝚠𝚘'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+)
ᴛᴡ// ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ), ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!
ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: this was only suppose to be oral.. somehow it turned into this and i am now violently whoreknee.
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜQ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
“be honest with me. have you had thoughts on fucking y/n?”
kenma tenses, the music from the game on his phone filling the daunting silence of the living room. he shifts his lower half on the couch, cat-like eyes finally glancing over at the raven-haired man. kenma opens his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by the front door opening and a sing-songy voice chirping into the room. both men turn around and look at you, kenma staring the hardest.
“hi kuroo! oh, hi ken-ken! what are you guys doing?”
kuroo smirks before turning to look at kenma, who’s in the middle of staring daggers into you, his tongue dipping out to wet his lips.
“come here, pretty girl,” kuroo instructs.
☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
kenma is forced to his knees, black-blonde hair pulled back tightly into a makeshift ponytail by kuroo’s hand, his face mere inches away from your cunt. kenma gulps, the aroma from your pussy making his mouth water. he wants to, god he wants, but it would be wrong.
“i can’t, kuroo. i can’t do this.”
“yes you can, and you will,” kuroo sneers, his grip tightening in kenma’s hair before mashing his face into your waiting cunt.
kenma struggles against kuroo’s hold, his head shaking back and forth only to come to an abrupt stop. he licks his lips once, then twice before letting out a throaty groan. the taste of your sweet nectar had spilled and invaded kenma’s palate. ‘good, tastes so fucking good’, he thinks. his tongue protrudes from his mouth and gives your cunt a lap, eliciting another groan from him. your body jolts a bit, gasping when you feel the warmth of kenma’s tongue on your pussy. his hands reach up, grasping and kneading at your thighs as he attaches his lips to your clit. he sucks on the tiny nub, all while brushing the tip of his tongue against it. your pretty little moans are music to his ears and more than enough encouragement to keep him going.
kuroo pushes kenma’s head further into your cunt while his other palms his hardening cock through his low-hanging grey sweats, “what happened to not being able to do this?”
a wanton of moans spills from kenma’s mouth in response, his eyes beginning to droop as he gets lost in your flavor. drool spills from his lips to his chin, his head shaking left and right to nestle himself deeper into your core.
kuroo would be lying if he said the sight in front of him wasn’t beautiful. his own best friend, dazed, mind lost in a fog of lust, with his face buried deep in his girlfriend's pussy. the sound of your moans brought kuroo back to reality. his brown orbs land of your face contorted in pure pleasure. your hands shakily reach down to grab kenma’s head, your nails raking through his hair.
“ ‘m cumming!” you yell.
kenma smiles against your throbbing pussy, making sure to lick up every drop of your sweet juices from every crevice possible. he watches in awe at the way your body shivers and jolts from his touches alone.
“alright,” kuroo releases kenma’s hair, it falling to frame his face perfectly, “that’s eno-”
he’s cut off by kenma, who is scrambling off of the floor and towering over your frame. the faux blonde bends down, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and exploring as he kisses you. your arms wrap around his neck as you moan against his lips, the taste of your own cum occupying your mouth. kuroo cocks his eyebrow before walking over to a chair that sat conveniently in the corner. his cock was painfully hard and desperate for any attention. he pulls on his sweats, his swollen dick springing free and slapping against his stomach.
“mmm, ken-ken,” you whine as you break away from his kiss.
“shh, baby, hold your legs open for me.”
you quickly oblige and spread your legs as far as they would allow you. kenma fumbles with the button of his pants, his dick leaping free seconds later. those same intimidating eyes scan the room and land on kuroo, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“i’m taking this cunt.”
kenma looks back down at you, more specifically your pussy that’s coated in arousal. he wanted this, god he wanted this. he’s dreamt about it, and now that the opportunity is in front of him, he’s going to take it. why shouldn’t he? he has this beautiful little pussy laid out in front of him, all for him. his best friend isn’t saying a word. kenma glances back at kuroo, watching the man stroke his cock, before grabbing his own and burying it all inside of you.
kuroo gulps and strokes his shaft a bit quicker. this wasn’t part of the arrangement, kenma was only meant to taste you, but here he is, balls deep inside of you, pounding away at your poor little cunt. he should stop this, tell kenma he’s taking this too far, but he can’t. those simple words get caught in his throat. why can’t he tell him ‘stop’.? simple. he likes it. the jealousy of watching his best friend ravage the pussy that belongs to him makes his cock twitch, your guttural moans adding onto that jealousy.
kenma leans down, sloppily kissing you while he pumps his girthy dick deep within your core. your nails claw down his back to his ass, helping him slam deeper into you.
“mm ken-ken! it feels so fucking good! fuckin’ me so well!”
“yeah? slutty thing loves getting fucked in front of her boyfriend? say it. out loud.” kenma groans and grips your face, turning your head towards kuroo.
a broken sob crawls up the back of your throat, and your eyes begin to water as you make out kuroo’s figure. drool slips from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed, your body lurching upwards with each thrust kenma delivered to your whole.
“l-love getting fucked in front of you! d-daddy, he’s stretchin’ my pussy! s’too much!”
kuroo groans and releases his hand from his cock. he spits down into his palm and grips back onto his girth once more, eagerly pumping himself. “is that so, baby? mm- fuck. just going to let kenma fuck you like whore in front of, daddy?”
you nod pathetically and turn back to face kenma. your hands grab onto your legs and pull them further apart, “k-ken, please! need ta’ be fucked harder, please!”
kenma grins and pistons his cock deeper into your cunt, his balls bouncing off of your ass, “hm? pretty little thing doesn’t get fucked like this often? maybe ken-ken needs to come around more and pound this pussy like it deserves. what do you think, kuroo?” he spits.
kuroo glares, a singular vein becoming prominent on his forehead. his gaze shifts to you and softens. you look so fucked out, your whines and moans growing louder with every lunge of kenma’s cock. kuroo can feel jealousy and rage entangle with his lust. he runs his thumb across the tip of his cock, hissing before peeping back at kenma, “fuck her.”
kenma grabs onto your legs and pins them against your chest, folding you into a mating press. groans, wet skin slapping together, and a creaking bed fill the atmosphere in your shared bedroom. kenma was deep, almost too deep inside your cunt. your ____ irises fill with salty tears as he continues to plow inside of you. each thrust had you craving something more and more; kenma’s cum. you needed it, and you’d do anything for it.
“please, what, doll? tell ken-ken what you want.”
“want your cum!”
“yeah? do you want me to breed this pretty little pussy? aw, baby, what would your precious boyfriend think? would he want me to pump your tummy full?” he mocks, locking eye contact with kuroo.
“please! need your cum in me now! d-daddy, please! let him fill me up!”
kuroo swallows, his hips sloppily thrusting into his hand as he watches your pussy swallow up kenma’s bare cock. he curses under his breath when he hears your pleas. is he suppose to tell you no? not when you’re begging so prettily. he spits down onto his and continues thrusting into his hand before whispering.
“give my baby what she wants.”
kenma leans down, the warmth of his breath fanning over your ears. your juices began to turn a milky white and bunch around the base of kenma’s cock.
“fuck~ gonna pump this pussy full of cum. gonna keep fucking cunt until it takes. want you leaking my cum all the time. you want that, sweetheart?”
“yes, ken-ken! please cum in me!”
kenma turns his head to face kuroo, his hips slamming down harder into your greedy cunt, “c-cumming!” kenma moans, spilling all of his seed deep within your gooey core.
kuroo grunts, his eyes hyper-focused on your cunt guzzling down every ounce of his best friend's cum. his cock twitches, and with one last thrust into his hand, kuroo paints his stomach with his cum. he slumps in the chair, his breath ragged as he looks at the two of you.
kenma slowly pulls his cock out of your hole and watches as your pulsating pussy leaks his cum. he takes two of his fingers and shovels the cum back into your cunt, a smile present on his face.
the legs of the chair scrape against the floor, emitting a loud screech noise as kuroo gets up. he makes his way to the bed and stops before the two of you. his angry red cock is still standing tall despite cumming a minute ago. his pupils are blown, orbs darken with lust as he wraps his hand around his cock once more. he clears his throat and smiles down at both you and kenma.
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We're in no hurry here.
— minors don’t interact.
— wc: 2K.
content + warnings: 18+, including: switch!kozume kenma, virtual sex, pet names, kinda of pet play, guided masturbation, worship & praise, female & male masturbation, mention of pillow humping, mention of oral sex, mention of orgasm control/denial.
pairings: kozume kenma x cam girl!reader.
my kinktober list!
It was almost time and Kenma could feel the anxiety eating away at his body from the inside. What was she going to do today? It was Halloween. Would she be in costume? Kenma had commented the last time the two of you met that he would "love to see you in a kitty cat costume" and you just laughed with amusement and he didn't know if you had taken him seriously, even though deep down he knew that if he saw you in kitty ears he could certainly die in peace, since it was currently his biggest personal dream.
It had been a little over ten minutes since Kenma had started staring at that computer screen, leaning back against the back of the TGC12 chair he had originally bought for comfort while playing online with friends and strangers, but now? That chair looked more like his sanctuary that he used to stimulate his own dick every time he visited that platform where there were several adult content videos.
And then the screen lit up, indicating that you were already in the room created to attend to your probably most assiduous client and that Kenma could enter it. Heart was beating faster than he would like to admit, and the anxiety made it a little difficult to control his breathing. And just after he clicked the button to enter the virtual room, his heart seemed to melt and cheeks suddenly warmed up.
Y/N had, yes, taken him seriously earlier, and now in front of him stood you with kitten ears, a pink outfit that looked like a maid's and even had a tail. And it was impossible for Kenma not to open a small enthusiastic smile.
— Oh, hi, Kenma! — Your voice was still as sweet and funny as ever, Kenma lived to hear your voice. — How are you today, all right? How was your Halloween? — You asked, stepping closer to the camera and placing your notebook on the pink table it usually had, with the screen always pointed at your bed, except when you left the house or were sleeping.
— Actually, I'm better now. — A sweet smile crept across yours lips as Kenma continued talking: — And about Halloween... I didn't do anything, rather stay home than go out to a party. — He shrugged.
— We can have our own party anyway. — Y/N replied, resting her hands on the mattress underneath her body and analyzing Kenma's expressions on the other side of the screen. — Did you enjoy my trick today? — And then you saw his shoulders suddenly tensing and his Adam's apple rising and falling rapidly, it was so easy to embarrass him.
— A lot. — Kenma replied by leaning his elbows on the flat surface of his firm desk. — But I saw that you have a tail too, and...
— And you wanted to know where it starts? — You switched positions on the bed, now sitting up on the mattress with your body facing where Kenma was watching you, and stared at him in front of you.
— Y-Yes, can I see? — He asked with his mouth suddenly salivating more as his eyes caught sight of your hands lifting the hem of your maid-like dress.
— You can see whatever you want in me, you know that. — Y/N replied, spreading her legs a little wider and pulling up the skirt of her dress until her thighs were completely uncovered. — Can you see? — Kenma raised his eyes to look at you, and from the mischievous gleam in yours orbs he could tell that you wanted to play a little game of who was begging for more of the other.
— Not much, can you go higher? — And his hands rushed up to start groping his already hard cock through the briefs and shorts he was wearing.
— Of course I can. — You answered, raising the hem of your dress a little higher and now, yes, exposing your lacy panties matching the color of that piece of costume to Kozume Kenma's thirsty eyes. — And now?
— Spread your legs a little wider. — He spoke without taking his eyes off the computer screen for a second and trying hard not to let out a soft moan as you followed his orders and spread your legs until his eyes could see your furry calf glued to your intimates, specifically: to your ass through a plug that was marked above the thin fabric of your panties. — Now, can you take off your panties for me, kitten? — He asks, raising his eyes to face you, and you suppress a groan by biting your lower lip.
After nodding, you brought your hands to the sides of your panties, lying partially against the soft mattress of your bed just so Kenma could get a good view of your cunt starting to get wet as your legs came up as yours fingers finished running your underwear around your ankles.
— Now, what do you want me to do? — You asked leaning on your elbows on either side of your body and trying not to show right away how unregulated your breathing was starting to get.
— Rub your clit, but really, really slowly. — Kenma instructed, already pulling down the garments that covered his lower body and not being surprised to see the large pre-cum stain that the pink tip of his cock had left on the fabric of his underwear.
You slowly slid your hand down between your legs and, after collecting some of the clear liquid escaping at the entrance to your pussy, two of your five fingers rubbed your clit with the same slowness your client craved. Inevitably yours hips forced themselves up to get more of that friction and mouth let a few moans already escape, Kenma on the other side of the screen began to move his closed hand around his cock up and down frowning and trying not to force his hips up too far because it was almost certain to himself that if he did that he would end up cumming faster.
— Now a little faster, applying pressure only to the fingertips, kitten. — Kenma commanded your movements through the computer screen and you obeyed, continuing to rub your sensitive heap of nerves.
In response, your body temperature rose, elbows began to become less firm against the mattress, hips forcing themselves up against your palm more and more, and lips becoming ajar to finally let your moans and Kenma's name in the form of gasps come out.
— Open your pussy using your other hand for me, kitty. — He spoke toward his pressing his thumb against the tip of his leaking dick.
Your other hand went under one of your thighs and opened the folds of your pussy with V-shaped fingers, letting Kenma have an extremely privileged view of your leaking entrance and insides beginning to clench around nothing. He could even hear the wet sound of yours fingers playing with your intimacy and for the first time since Kenma started giving you money in exchange for you showing your body to him through that glowing computer screen, he felt like being in the same spot as you. He wanted so badly to bury his cock in you, to feel your walls sticking to his length completely, his veins rubbing against your hot, gummy interior.
— Now put two of your fingers inside, nice and easy. We're in no hurry here, kitten. — Kenma remarked, reducing the speed of his own hand around his dick and letting his head fall back against the back of his chair as you entered yourself using two fingers and moaning his name out loud. — Move them inside and increase the speed slowly, don't forget to curve your fingertips for more pleasure.
And you did as he told you, curving your fingers against yours walls and gradually feeling your senses begin to cloud completely with pleasure. Now your thighs were completely wet as were some of the hairs on your fluffly tail which continued with the plug filling your ass and increasing your pleasure that much more, your chest rising and falling rapidly and your eyes clouding more and more.
— Now increase the rhythm of your fingers on your clit, make circular and up and down movements. — Kenma ordered with his back arched and his body leaning further toward the computer screen as his hand continued to move up and down his cock and inevitably spread the pre-cum spurting from the tip to its entire length. — Yeah, like this, you are such a good kitten for me. — He complimented you on seeing you follow all his commands without complaint, you wanted to cum as much as he did, you wanted to be his good kitty. — Your pussy is so pretty and tiny, and you are always so wet for me, such a good girl. — In the face of the praise, you moaned so much that you almost felt ashamed of yourself.
From past sessions it had been obvious how immense and suppressive an influence Kenma had on you with just a few gentle words stroking your ego, but now? You were capable of doing anything he asked or ordered you to do, anything at all. If he wanted you to kneel in front of him and suck his cock until your jaw could barely be moved afterwards, you would take the nearest Uber to his house just to satisfy his desire. If he wanted you to fuck him until you both passed out from exhaustion and fatigue, you would do it without complaint. If he wanted to edge you for hours on end, you would let him and still say: "Thank you, Kenma" if he let you cum after denying your orgasm for so long. If he wanted to make you ride your pillow imagining it was his cock, you would immediately do it.
— P-Please, can I... — You tried you asked with your throat suddenly dry and your body spasming more and more.
Fuck, you were so close. So close, just a little more.
— Please-ah! P-Please, Kenma...
He was as busy chasing his own orgasm as you were, his hand feeling his cock twitching more and more.
— Yes, kitten, you can cum, cum for me. — Kenma answered without needing you to finish your question.
But before you could reach your own climax, his dick suddenly contracted and his white cum was spurting against his shirt-covered abdomen and wetting his entire hand. A moan in the shape of your name crawled out of his lips as his palm kept moving against his length just to milk his cock better and make sure that every last drop was out.
And in front of that not very rare, but always very visually pleasurable scene, you eventually managed to reach your orgasm yourself with his fingers shoved deep inside your cunt, your legs trembling and back arched back. Your lungs desperately trying to get more air back, mind unable to cope with the heaps of pleasure in the form of electric waves coursing through your body and eyes rolling upwards as your mouth slowly opened letting your tongue slip out a little. And Kenma could almost cum again just by watching you reach your own climax.
After that, you fell completely tired on the bed concentrating on catching your own breath with your eyes closed for the first time since the beginning of the session. Now your fantasy was beginning to stick to your skin from the sweat and the feeling of needing to shower was present, even though you didn't want to let Kenma go any time soon. He was one of your best clients and he was always so kind, unlike the many others who frequented your rooms and consumed your content and time; when he had to leave a feeling of emptiness would settle inside you and the next customer never reached Kozume's level.
— Next week at the same time? — He asked, leaning over to wipe his hand on a box of tissues that was almost always on the desk he used to play on.
— Who knows, tomorrow at the same time? — Kenma's cheeks heated and a chuckle escaped his lips.
— Whatever you want, kitten.
And then with an amused smile the two of you said goodbye, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw your cell phone screen light up with the notification of Kenma's payment being transferred virtually to your account.
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