#kenma kozume fanfic

[utahimeow]

enamoured — kenma kozume

summary — kenma takes you to his company event, but neither of you really want to be there.

pairing — kenma x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut with lots of fluff, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship

word count — 5.7k

author’s note — this is just kenma and reader being disgustingly in love like its so gross and cheesy pls don’t perceive me

There aren’t many things that Kenma likes to put effort into.

He likes his job. He doesn’t have to do much except sit in his room and play video games while thousands of people watch. There’s volleyball–sometimes he wonders how he played it for so long without quitting. He loved the sport, but god, it made him tired. His appearance is… lacklustre. He probably could do something more with his style, but what’s the point if he’s not comfy?

You’re the single thing he often finds himself putting effort into. Not that you’re high-maintenance, or needy (although he would argue otherwise). It’s that he’s never cared so much about anything in his life as he cares about loving you. 

It was scary at first. Kenma couldn’t fathom that he was capable of having feelings like that. You consumed him long before he had even asked you to be his. It’s still scary. Sometimes he feels so much for you that he has no idea how to express it–he’s never had the chance. He tries though, and hopes you understand. Sometimes you don’t. Most times you do.

The only reason he’s going to the event tonight is because you’re coming with him. He couldn’t care less about meeting the strangers who invest in his company, even if without them his company wouldn’t exist. He couldn’t care less about meaningless praises about his success, or being sucked up to by people he won’t see for another year.

He’ll never admit it, but in a way he’s glad you’re too stubborn to give in to staying home. Before you, he wouldn’t have cared about how impolite it would be to ditch his own event. Now he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to watch you be disappointed in him for ditching. Besides, the designer dress he bought you is far too pretty to be left sitting in the closet. If not out of genuine interest, he’ll at least go so he can show you off a little.

When the taxi reaches the venue, Kenma offers his hand to you as you step out of the car–or rather, he requests your hand in his. Despite being twenty minutes late already, he takes slow strides towards the front entrance, but it’s not because he’s afraid you’ll fall behind in your platform heels (he knows you’re quite efficient in them). 

Once you make it to the hall that’s reserved especially for the event, Kenma halts just before entering. His face is straight as always, and even his eyes give away nothing, but this is Kenma Kozume. The man who can spend days on end without leaving your shared apartment unless it’s really urgent. Often you’re the only person who he sees for weeks at a time. Therefore, his next words don’t really come as a surprise–

“Don’t go anywhere, please.”

Still, they undoubtedly make your heart swell. You squeeze his hand, stepping closer to him to tuck a strand of loose, half-blond half-brown hair behind his ear. It’s mostly pulled back into a looped bun that you helped him style, but there are stray strands falling around his eyes, making it much more suited to him.

“The only reason I’m here is for you, Ken-Ken,” you say, and you giggle when his nose scrunches at the nickname. “You just have to be Kodzuken until your social battery dies, and then we can go home.”

“My social battery’s already dead,” he says, smug as always.

You roll your eyes playfully, letting your fingers brush against his neck as you adjust his tie that doesn’t need adjusting.

“Well, it’s just a couple hours, and I’ll be with you the entire time,” you assure him, not missing the way his eyes drop to sweep down your body–lingering on the neckline of your dress that’s teasingly low. He chews on the inside of his lip, his honey eyes gleaming and for a moment, there’s clarity in his expression.

Without another word, Kenma shoves his hands in the pockets of his pressed dress pants, waits for you to grab hold of his arm like he knows you will, and makes his entrance. He doesn’t make much of an effort to fix his posture, or introduce himself, only plasters a small smile onto his face and waits until people start to notice him.

It’s Kenma’s manager, Teppei Kishimoto, who finds you two first. Good thing, too. He’s one of the small number of people your boyfriend tolerates, and it’s because he does… basically everything for Kenma. Not in a pushover way, though. It’s more of a ‘gets shit done’ way. With him, Kenma’s learned to regret slacking off.

“Surprised you showed up at all, Kozume,” Teppei says, clapping a hand down on Kenma’s shoulder, charming as ever. He’s close enough to both of you now that he’s become more of a friend than a manager, but he’s good enough at his job to still keep things professional.

“I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her,” he admits and tilts his head towards you, to which you scoff, smiling gently as Teppei pulls you in for a hug.

“Thank you for organising everything. You did amazing,” you say. He quite literally organised everything. From booking the venue to emailing out invites to hiring caterers, he made sure Kenma didn’t lift a finger.

“Come on, there’s people waiting to talk to you,” Teppei says, dragging Kenma towards a small crowd of guests. Gently you let go of his arm, trailing a few inches behind them instead. Kenma flicks his head back momentarily in search of you, just to assure himself that you’re still there.

The next while goes like this: Teppei introduces Kenma to some investors, Kenma introduces you as his girlfriend, you make small talk (though Teppei does most of the talking) until Kenma gets excused in order to talk to a different group of investors. It’s a lot of nodding along, laughing at jokes that aren’t that funny, and business talk. Safe to say you don’t have much to contribute, but you’re happy to be there.

On one side of the hall, there’s a table filled with champagne flutes, so you tug at your boyfriend’s arm and lean into his ear. 

“I’m just grabbing a glass of champagne. Do you want some?” He hardly ever drinks and if he does it’s beer bottles, but you offer anyway–a little alcohol might help loosen him up, especially with how stiff he is under your touch.

“No, thanks,” he replies. You nod, giving his bicep a squeeze before heading towards the drinks. As you turn away you catch a tinge of pink on his cheeks which in turn makes warmth spread through your own body and a tiny grin stretches your lips. 

Kenma looks ridiculously good–it almost annoys you. It’s a shame he doesn’t put effort into his appearance more often, especially when all he’s done tonight is tied his hair back into a neater-than-usual bun and put on a tailored suit. Maybe it’s better for your health though. You can barely control yourself when he’s in his ripped sweatpants and ten-year-old hoodies.

You’re not sure how long you can keep it together tonight, though. The way his pants hug his slim legs and how his jacket follows the curve of his waist makes you bite down on your bottom lip, wishing it was his skin you were biting down on. His usual garb never shows off anything–his legs, small waist, wider shoulders. The only time they’re on display is when he’s inside you.

With a deep breath and a dull warmth between your legs, you pluck a flute of champagne from the table before sidling back over to Kenma, staying true to your promise. 

You’re like a tick the way you stay glued to him, but he leans into your touch–appreciates it. 

Eventually, his muscles tense up once more when Teppei offhandedly mentions that Kenma will be making a speech. He turns to you immediately, a hint of panic in his eyes.

“It’ll only be a few words, just to thank patrons for showing up,” Teppei assures him, knowing his client. “Don’t worry.”

Still, there’s not much resolve on your boyfriend’s face.

“Babe, you talk in front of hundreds and thousands of people daily. There’s only like a hundred tonight,” you reason.

“Yeah, but my stream viewers aren’t… real,” he says. It makes you chuckle. He’s told you before that in his mind, he can’t fathom the fact that his viewers are real people. Therefore, he can’t be anxious about streaming. 

“It won’t take more than… thirty seconds. That’s all,” Teppei says. You nod your head, agreeing, but Kenma’s face remains troubled. 

You lean into his ear again, bringing your voice to a whisper. “After you do it, we’ll go home, okay? You look too good in this suit. I can't take it anymore.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, swallowing as his eyes become distant. The cogs in his brain begin to turn. Teppei raises a brow at you, but he doesn’t say anything. He can’t, not when Kenma, of his own accord, begins to make his way up to the small stage on top of which a podium stands.

Kenma stands there, with his shoulders hunched and his hands tucked into his pockets. He’s not doing anything, yet you so badly wish you were on your knees in front of him. 

“Hello,” he says, flat as always. His voice is swallowed by the din of the crowd, but slowly it grows quieter as the guests take notice of his presence, until finally it dies into a complete silence.

“I’m Kenma Kozume. I’m the CEO of Bouncing Ball corporation,” he says. He stares down at the microphone mostly, his cat eyes only flicking up ever so often. You’re smiling like a proud mother regardless, mostly because of the excitement that’s starting to overtake you when you think about how soon you’ll have him all to yourself.

“Thank you for coming tonight, um, I appreciate seeing you all. I wanna thank my manager, Teppei Kishimoto, for organising this event,” he says, before his eyes land on your smiling face. Your eyes, however, flash with want when you bat your lashes. Kenma has half a mind to thank you in his speech–for what? Maybe for being pretty.

He clears his throat, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you before he gets down on one knee and proposes. “I’m grateful for all of your investments and support. My company wouldn’t be where it is without you all. So… I hope you all have a good night, and thanks. Again.”

He finishes with a curt nod, bolting from the stage as the room fills with polite applause. His gaze is locked directly on you, so determined it almost scares you. He doesn’t halt when he makes it to your side, intertwining his fingers with yours and making a beeline for the door with you in tow. 

“Wait, my champagne,” you whine, tossing it down your throat so you can leave the glass on a nearby ledge.

It’s a good thing the guests have mostly resumed their own conversations, hopefully too engrossed to notice. Unfortunately you have no doubt that Teppei notices–Kenma will deal with him eventually. An earful from his manager is worth it.

There’s a taxi five minutes away when Kenma requests it outside of the event building. 

You nuzzle into his neck, no longer so cautious about being modest. You’re just proud of yourself that you managed to not tear his clothes off in front of everyone. 

“You did so good, Ken,” you purr against him, dotting a kiss just above the collar of his shirt.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he says with a sly grin that’s barely there.

When the taxi arrives, Kenma helps you into the backseat and follows you inside. His hand settles onto your thigh, seemingly innocent, but the contact spreads a fire through your every muscle. 

When you’re dripping with want, the ride feels like an eternity. You stare out the window the entire time and fiddle with the hem of your dress, an attempt to keep yourself sane until you get home. You wonder if Kenma is struggling the same as you, though you guess the way he dragged you out of his event says everything.

You make it home, finally, after thirty minutes which felt more like three hours. Kenma pays the driver, tips him too, then he walks you back to the house with a hand on your lower back. 

The minute you get inside, your hands cling to the fabric of his blazer, pulling his face to yours–until he stops you. Your face drops, eyebrows pinching together and lips morphing into a pout.

“You can wait until we get to the bedroom,” he says, though in the moment it comes out more gentle than stern.

You huff, pulling your heels off as Kenma makes his way upstairs after already toeing his shoes off. You’re not sure if you’re the impatient one or him right now. 

You tiptoe up the stairs, to your bedroom where Kenma’s sitting on the bed in anticipation. His eyes light up when he sees you again and he beckons you over with a flick of his hand. Your hands become clammy as you pace over to him to stand in between his legs, allowing him to gaze up at you from below.

You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Every word that’s synonymous that Kenma can think of–is you. Of course, he thinks these things every single day, whether you’re groggy first thing in the morning or wearing a sheet mask with a cat ear hairband keeping your hair out of your face. But he hardly ever sees you like this. Dressed to the nines, all dolled up with glamour. 

Yours. He has to remind himself. She’s all yours. 

Maybe he’ll hold more company events. He’ll buy you a new dress for every one. Dresses that cling perfectly to your form and sit perfectly against your skin and make him want to melt into you and become one.

Kenma’s hands trace along the curves of your waist as you stand between his knees. He gazes up at you with a softness unlike anything you ever see from him, fingertips moving like he’s touching you for the first time. Unfortunately for him, you’re far too impatient for that. You bend forward, pulling him in by his tie so you can finally mould your gloss-coated lips to his. It’s soft, even as he presses his tongue into your mouth and tastes the lingering champagne you’d been drinking earlier. Already your knees weaken. Your entire face grows warm. His kisses are always overflowing with the affection he can’t tell you through words.

Your hands move of their own accord when you start to undress him. First, you push his blazer over his shoulders, helping him shrug it off before it lands on the hardwood. You’re crawling over him, kissing him with growing fervour, urging him back against the bed as your fingers make work of the tie you had tied for him and then the buttons of his shirt. As soon as his shirt is out of the way, your palms meet his smooth torso, sliding all the way up his chest until you’re clinging to his shoulders.

In return, Kenma’s lithe hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down gently, dragging the straps down your arms. You stand, letting the too-expensive garment fall until it pools around your feet. Kenma sits up, reaching behind you once more so he can unhook your strapless bra. 

With your breasts exposed, Kenma’s gaze burns into you. It’s amazing how, even after years of being with him, you still crumble. It doesn’t help that his eyes are so revealing. There’s hunger in the way he takes you in, drinks you up until he’s intoxicated– he hasn’t even got to feel you yet. Lust swims in pools of gold, so overwhelming that you want to shrink, but then your chest swells with pure confidence. You have a man staring at you like you’re a deity, like he wants to give you the world (he would).

He tugs you gently by your wrist and you let yourself tumble towards the bed, where immediately Kenma props himself above you and his lips ambush your neck. You gasp as your lower belly erupts into tingles just from the way he licks and suckles softly at your skin, his lips soft and warm, each kiss telling you the same thing. 

You jolt when his fingertips press against your cunt through your panties. He draws slow circles, but not to tease–he’ll work you up, nice and gradual, until you’re utterly dripping for him. Every motion of the pads of his fingers is deliberate, practised and perfected through all the years he’s had the chance to worship you. He’s adapted–evolved, even–to your body, becoming an expert in the things that make you writhe. 

“Kenma…” you sigh while his mouth nibbles on your collarbone. And just like that, his fingers dip past the band of your panties, because for some reason tonight he’d rather die than not give you exactly what you want. Most nights he’s mean and relentless, refusing to give into your sweet pout and your wet, teary eyes, getting hard to the sound of your desperate, needy pleas like a sadist (and that’s a conversation he’s been thinking about how to bring up). Tonight, though, he’s giving you everything you want. 

He touches your clit, pressing down as he rubs it in circles, still taking his time despite how his body is screaming for him to pin you down and stimulate you until you’re crying his name. He drags his fingertips through your silky folds, along your slit, grinning against your skin when he finds that you’re utterly drenched. It’s only ever been him that can make you wet this effortlessly, but it makes sense when everything he’s learned, he’s learned from you. 

Kenma never cared enough about having a partner–too preoccupied with his hobbies–until you came along and decided to worm your way into every aspect of his life. Not that he would have stopped you, anyway. Being his first for everything meant that he never had to question “will she like this?” or “will she hate it?”, only you telling him precisely what you wanted him to do with you, and him doing that, and going beyond it too.

Kenma smears your slick all over your cunt and your entire faces grows hot because he’s so fucking lewd. He rubs it a few more times, then sinks two of his fingers into your hole and curls them up until he finds the sweet spot that has you moaning for him. At the same time, his lips latch onto one of your nipples and his free hand reaches up to squeeze your other breast, and already you think you’re starting to lose your grip on your sanity.

You hum as Kenma’s fingers glide in and out of your entrance. He’s patient, uncharacteristically so, dragging his digits along your walls like he’s only greeting them.

“More,” you keen, twisting your hand into the sheets below you. Heat pools in your belly, and though it’s hardly more than a flicker so far, you’re desperate. “Please, wanna cum…”

He pulls off your hardened nipple to scoff at you, but it’s far from genuine hostility. 

“Stop being pushy,” he says, and for a moment his mouth twitches with a grin before he wraps his lips around the bud again.

You can only respond with a moan as he pushes his fingers back inside you, all the way until he’s knuckle-deep in your pussy this time and it’s so good that you give a long, airy whine. Your noises as he continues open you up on his fingers are so cute, he thinks. Sweet, honeyed moans that shoot straight down to his cock. He’s been hard for a while now, probably as soon as he stepped foot inside the front door, and since then his need has been building and building, and all he can think is how dizzying it’ll be when he can finally sink into the warmth of your cunt.

You’re practically dripping down Kenma’s wrist. Every push and pull of his fingers hits the perfect spot over and over, your toes curling and your fists clenching where they’re buried in the sheets. Arousal drools from your hole, slick, wet noises filling the air from your boyfriend’s ministrations. His lips smack as he sucks on your tits, watching them jiggle like a sick man every time pulls off one with a wet pop. He doesn’t even realise he’s moaning. It’s so quiet that it’s barely audible over the sound of your pussy, but the vibrations travel from the back of his throat to your skin as he licks and nibbles on you.

Feeling the way your pussy clenches around his digits, Kenma picks up the pace, shifting his position and now his cock, achingly hard, is pressed against your thigh. He’s flicking his wrist so brutally now that his entire arm moves and your body moves with it against his chest. 

“R-right there, Kenma!” You’re panting, your hips bucking greedily in search of even more stimulation–all you need is a little more. “Please, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, unashamed in your begging. 

“Yeah? All for me?” Kenma mutters, nuzzling his nose into your neck so he can nip at your skin again–he knows it drives you wild, and it does. 

Within seconds, your pussy’s pulsing around Kenma’s fingers and a long moan pulls itself from your throat. Your muscles turn taut, your orgasm washing over you in ebbs that make your legs tremble.

“Pretty,” he remarks, pulling his fingers out slowly to rub your swollen clit. Then he brings them to your lips which part instinctively, and they wrap around them, and you suck. He presses down on your tongue, glazed eyes piercing into your dazed and shiny ones as he watches you swallow the taste of yourself.

“So pretty,” he reaffirms, then slides his digits out of your mouth and leans in to press his lips to yours. His tongue licks into your mouth, lapping up whatever is left behind because he’s parched and he’s selfish and he’s desperate to get a taste of you too. 

Despite how your body is still limp and recovering from your first climax, you paw at Kenma’s crotch, shoving against him until he’s leaned back on his elbows and you’re the one who’s above him. 

Now that you can see his face, you find that his cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink and his lips are glossy and a little puffy. 

“Can I suck your dick, please?” you ask with your hand already halfway down his dress pants.

Kenma chuckles, low and sexy. He brings his hand to your burning cheek and strokes a thumb over your wet lips. He’s not thinking anything, just… admiring. Mine–that’s all he’s thinking. His cock jumps as you palm him through his boxers. In an instant he melts, not just from your touch, but from how pliant you are, how politely you asked him as though you even need permission, as though he wouldn’t destroy the planet just to feel your lips around his dick.

“Go ahead, baby,” he says with the last shred of control he has of his voice. After this, he’ll be a goner. 

You scurry to pull his pants and boxers down his legs, letting him shuck them off while your hand wraps around his blushing cock. It’s enough to make his abdomen clench, though he’s always been sensitive. Your thumb grazes his slit where beads of precum ooze out and he hisses when you smear it down his length, gazing at him through your eyelashes as you start to pump your hand up and down. Leaning forward, you let a drop of spit dribble onto him, revelling in the way he throbs against your hand.

Your mouth starts to water at your boyfriend’s pretty, slicked-up cock. You think you’ve both had enough of your teasing, so you’re bending forward to drag your tongue from his base all the way to his swollen tip, flicking your tongue over the mushroom head. It’s all for show–one he doesn’t really even need right now seeing as he’s already two seconds away from releasing all over your face.

There’s a devious gleam in your eyes when you wrap your lips around him, sucking on the tip just a little. He’s gasping, fingers flying to the roots of your hair, and excitement boils inside you. 

Your hand pumps him up and down at his base, over the tiny veins that decorate his length. Slowly your mouth works more and more of him every time you bob your head. Tears brim your eyes when you have the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat, eyes blurring with every movement.

Kenma is still, watching you take him down your little throat despite how much it resists, despite how you near-gag each time, despite how it cuts off your oxygen. He reaches forward, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth where a mixture of your saliva and his precum drools. He doesn’t realise he’s got his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a dazed look in his eyes. All he knows is he’d do anything for you.

Kenma tosses his head back. He thinks if he keeps looking at you he’ll just blow–not yet, he can’t. He hasn’t even gotten to feel your pussy yet. He scrunches his eyes shut, taking steady breaths, until all that his mind can comprehend is the way your hot, slippery mouth wraps around his sensitive dick.

The ceiling above him spins as his cock bumps the back of your throat. Heat boils in your own belly, your eyes flicking up to catch his Adam's apple bobbing, one of his hands fisting into the sheets while the other tangles into your hair. His hips rut into your mouth absentmindedly, in tandem with your own as you search for stimulation again.

His thighs sting when your nails sink into his skin, shooting pinpricks of pleasure to his throbbing cock and he gasps. Any longer and it’s over, so he steadily pulls you off him by the roots of your hair, mesmerised by the webs of spit and precum that follow your lips as he does.

“I wanna be inside you now,” he says, a near growl that makes you shiver because it almost doesn’t sound like him. He tugs your face in towards his and kisses you with hunger, fingertips digging into your scalp as he holds you in place by your head.

You moan into his mouth, your entire body hot with desire. “Want you to fuck me, Kenma.”

He pulls away from your mouth fully, yanking your head back just an inch but it’s enough to make you yelp. He makes sure you’re staring straight into his eyes. Wants you to see how they’re darkening. You shudder under his stare, heart pounding, like you’ve done something wrong–you have. Forgotten a singular syllable.

“Please, Kenma. Fuck me, please.”

He gives a small, satisfied huff, pressing his lips to yours again for a fleeting moment–‘good job’. Kenma leans back then, sprawls himself out against the pillows at the top of the bed and pats his thighs.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, softly. You crawl over and settle yourself into his lap, his arms looping around your waist immediately as your crotch grinds against him. 

Impatient, you reach between your sweat-slicked bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. Kenma dips his head to your chest, pressing wet kisses to your skin as you arch your back a little and guide him to your entrance, sighing when you start to sink down on him. He gives a tiny groan from the back of his throat as your pussy swallows him, inch by inch, until finally he’s fully seated inside you.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your walls clamping around him and adjusting to the stretch. Being filled with him like this always knocks the breath out of you, makes you hungry for more and neither of you have even moved yet. It’s then that you shimmy your hips slightly and, in one fluid motion, rise up and drop back down in his lap. 

“Fuck,” he pants, barely audible.

“Feels so good,” you hum, grinding your hips against him steadily, revelling in the way he pulses against your soft walls. 

With your arms wrapped around one another, you quickly start to lose yourself. Your brain turns foggy, and all you know is your boyfriend’s flesh meeting yours, his length pressing deep into you and grazing everything sensitive. Your soft, whimpering noises are out of your control, and they’re music to Kenma’s ears.

His mouth lands on your chest, his puffy lips pressing soft kisses to your tits before he sinks his teeth into your skin ever so gently. A laugh bubbles in your throat, one that’s simultaneously half a moan.

“What?” he whispers, ghosting his fingers along your spine.

“You never let me do that,” you pout, thighs beginning to burn as you continue to bounce up and down in your boyfriend’s lap. You’re struggling to keep up the pace, clinging to Kenma a little harder with each plunge.

“You’re so annoying,” he says, strained, but when you look at his face his eyes are clouded over with affection. 

You’re about to tease him again, but the next second, Kenma grasps you by your waist and flips you onto your back, all while staying seated inside you. In an instant your legs hook around his torso and he’s slamming his twitching cock into your cunt with abandon. 

For a moment your mind blanks from the suddenness of it all. Kenma grazes the spot deep inside you that makes your back curve off the mattress, your chest pressing up against his and your legs tightening around his waist like letting go of him would mean death.

Your hands snake around the back of his neck, just holding him. His irises are brimming with everything–awe, tenderness, love.

He loves you. He’s not sure about a lot of things, but that’s the one thing he is sure of. 

Kenma’s not just fucking you anymore. He’s connected with you, falling into you further and further with every thrust. And he’s indulging–when a soft, high moan leaves his mouth, he doesn’t stop it.

He rests his forehead against yours, hips still meeting yours with a small smack each time. His breath mingles together with yours, and for a moment he feels your soul touch his. 

“Kenma…” you sigh, eyes brimming with tears as you grow desperate for release. The fire deep in your core burns so intensely, the heat spreading to your fingertips. 

“I know,” he says, voice cracking as your walls clamp down on him, begging him to go deeper, pleading with him for more.

He obliges, angling his hips in a way that lets his cock drag against where you’re most sensitive, and that’s when you cry out. Kenma watches your eyes roll back, gazes at you as your face morphs into bliss, feels the hot pulsing of your cunt around him as you finally reach your climax.

Kenma’s thrusts stutter just a little from the sudden tightness of your walls, then your nails are dragging down his smooth back and he’s giving another obscene moan, one that turns his cheeks red. He drops to his elbows, still above you but now his head makes his home by the shell of your ear.

The breathy groans and whines he lets out send shivers down your spine, and that’s when you know he’s gone. He’s completely engulfed in pleasure, desperately chasing release. He groans your name out in a near-chant, and you reach up to rake your nails along his scalp at the nape of his neck–one of his weak spots.

“Fuck… fuck,” he sighs, voice breathy, his cock ramming relentlessly against your cervix. He’s abandoned all semblance of tenderness now, overtaken by a hungry, selfish urge. It’s contagious too, seeping from his skin into yours, leaving you aching to be filled up.

“Cum for me, Kenma?” you whimper over his ragged breathing, tugging at the roots of his hair. “Wanna feel you..”

“Y-yes, oh God,” he groans. “Gonna give you all of it, gonna make you all mine.”

Then with a few more trusts of his hips and a strained moan, he lets go inside you, warmth blooming through you with every spurt that dribbles into you. His pelvis is pushed flush against yours as he burrows himself as deep as he can inside you, like he’s trying to combine your bodies together. His teeth clamp down on your shoulder, a little harder than usual, as he ruts his twitching cock into you until he’s too sensitive to move. 

Only a moment passes before Kenma reaches up to press his lips to yours. It’s so soft that each of you barely moves your lips, satisfied with just the sensation of one another. 

“I love you,” you murmur into his skin. 

“Love you,” he replies, words that are few and far between for Kenma, but when they come, you believe him with every fibre that’s in you.

Slowly he pulls out of you, both of you wincing, you at the emptiness and him at the loss of warmth. The sticky fluid that oozes out of you is a problem for later. Now, you’re both craving the same thing–to be tangled together. Kenma shifts to your side, still close, still searching for contact when his arm wraps around your waist and he buries his face into your hair and breathes in your scent. 

There’s a buzz from the night stand–Kenma’s phone, more specifically. 

“Could you grab it?” he asks. You do. And when you pick up his phone, the screen is lit up with a single text from his manager Teppei:

‘We need a word.’

You burst into laughter. Kenma’s grinning. He can’t find it in him to be bothered by it. He’s too busy thinking about what kind of ring he should get you.

dedicated to my hot sexy betas @ushiwhacka and @tetsutits <3

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑. + 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you have Kiyoko and Tanaka to blame for your boyfriend Kenma's raging baby fever part one

pairing. dilf!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.2k

genre and warnings. domestic fluff, literally tooth rotting fluff, family fluff, established relationship, parenthood, family fluff, mentions of pregnancy, kenma with baby fever, tanaka and his devil daughter, suggestive ending, NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Ah, ah! No, spit it out, booger!" Tanaka demands, snatching his daughter Nami into his arms. 

Taking the object she was chewing out of her hands after seeing her pick it up off the ground and place it in her mouth. The toddler writhes in his arms and even snarls as if she were a barbaric monster in resistance to being picked up.

After giving their episode a casual glance, Kiyoko went back to eating unbothered by her husband's and daughter's usual behavior. "And for that reason, Kenma, you shouldn't play zombie video games with a three-year-old."  

When the toddler was last at Kenma's house, he let her stay up way past her bedtime so he and Harue could play a few rounds of their favorite first-person shooter game before bed. 

Kenma stiffened guilty at the jab, realizing that he might have had some minor impact on the toddler's behavior from that time.

For Kenma, it had simply become normal for him to assume that all kids were like his son and had become desensitized to the violent video games they were playing together.

You replied, looking at Kiyoko and grinning, "I had to persuade this man that GTA wasn't a kid's game." Kenma visibly winced as he thought back to the lengthy conversation he had to have with Harue after the boy had been found in the virtual strip club receiving a lap dance.

"You're supposed to be on my side," he groaned, head leaning into your shoulder. Muttering under his breath about how at least Harue knew when to give a good tip.

It was the first week of spring, so it wasn't too hot to stay inside and whine about the air conditioning, and it wasn't too cold that you needed to put on a jacket to keep yourself from shivering. 

You eagerly agreed when Kiyoko texted that you should leave the house for the day for a small hangout at the local park to get some fresh air (mostly so she wouldn't strangle Tanaka).

The boys need some much-needed sunshine, always glued to their screens inside, so you had to pry them away from their video games and drag them to the park in a bribe that you would spend the night the entire weekend and hang out with them. 

Harue made use of his time at the park after taking Harue's away his switch and releasing him into the wild. You watched with a smile as he had already gathered a group of friends to run around with at the park.

Kenma was not so lucky at finding entertainment, not knowing how to make many conversations with Tanaka as the two men had drastically different hobbies outside of work. 

So he did what he did best: glued himself to your side the entire time, watching the children play while remaining utterly silent and with a bored expression on his face, but it was clear that he was simply just lost in thought.

You choose to ignore him and shift your attention to Kiyoko, who was leaning against the picnic table holding a sizable red Tupperware bowl and a plastic fork. You had no idea what bizarre food combinations she was eating this morning.

She would often talk to you about the strange cravings she had developed after learning she had gotten pregnant. 

To the point where you were almost starting to worry about the facetime calls, you would get from her scarfing down whatever she could grab in her kitchen or order from her phone.

"Hey lady, how are you feeling?"

She answers with a sigh."So fucking pregnant but mostly just hungry," 

"Well, you are eating for three now. Gotta feed those two little devil babies in ya." You light-heartedly tease.

Kiyoko hums, rubbing the front of her big belly. "Don’t speak badly of them too much, I'm convinced they smell fear." 

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Once you've made it back to Kenma's penthouse, the rest of the day goes on as usual.

You took up your usual spot in the living room and made use of the 85-inch flat screen to catch up on a Netflix show you've decided to binge, the two boys immediately dispersed back to their respective rooms like addicts going back to playing their games.

It was a nice comforting moment alone that you would have until the boys got tired of staring at their computer screens and both scrambled into your personal space to watch the show without much complaint.

While Kenma occupied the other side of you and curled up in your chest, Harue was sprawled out against the couch, his head resting against your thigh. Both boys were the world's clingiest cuddle bugs, convinced they were the same person split into two.

After giving a small grunt and picking Harue up into his arms, Kenma shuffled his feet against the floor and left the room to tuck the child into the comfort of his bed. He returned, slouching back into his place, as you had to hold back your yawn letting him snuggle into you, his head resting against your chest. 

He makes a humming sound that almost sounds like he has been holding back on speaking. Over the volume of the show, you hardly hear it. He finally hesitates before asking, "Have you ever thought about having a baby?"

Your brows had actually raised in surprise as you looked down at him after the question. You only needed to notice the slight gleam in his eyes to know everything. 

Kenma considered wanting a second child, let alone having one with you. You gently answer back, "Oh, uh, I mean kinda," being careful not to answer wrongfully.

Kenma looks away from you while he plays with the sweatshirt's hem strings. "Kind of?" he repeats again in the hopes that you will clarify.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind it," you sighed, losing all interest in the show. "It's just, I don't know, I prefer the whole tradition thing; getting married for love and then planting roots and starting a big family, you know."

"I could propose to you," Kenma admitted, his face glowing with excitement at the prospect of being married to you. "And then maybe you could move in. I’m sure Harue would love it—"

"Woah, Kenma, slow down," you interrupted, pushing away to give him enough space to sit up as you took his hand. "How about we just take it one step at a time, okay? First, I’ll move in, and then maybe much later we could have the marriage talk alright?"

Kenma smiles softly, interlacing your fingers with his as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckle. "Okay, sorry, of course, we can take it slow,"  he agrees with a nod. 

"Also, do you realize how much harder it would be to have two kids running around?" you input, snatching your hand away to push at his chest. "I just had to teach you how to do your own laundry last week."

"In case you’ve forgotten, I raised Harue all on my own," Kenma pouts, pushing you back. "And he is a perfectly normal four-year-old," he adds lastly.

"Yeah, I know you did an amazing job, and I am very proud of you for that," Kenma's eyes darken with a glint, the compliment going straight to his dick as he tilts his head to the side, glancing at your lips before smiling at you.

You groaned, head leaning forward into his chest, taking a minute to juggle the pros and cons before muttering.

"Okay fine, but you better get me a pretty fucking ring."

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kitty, i'm home

☽ 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 𝒪𝒩𝐸 ☾

| pairing: femboy!streamer!kenma x gn!streamer!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI phone sex, masturbation, ruined orgasms, “mommy” reader, “kitty” kenma, pet play, maid outfit, edging, overstimulation, aftercare.

| wc: 3.8k

| a/n: yoinked this from the streamer!oc x kenma x kuroo poly fic i've been working on <3 the context here is that streamer!oc became friends with kenma via streaming games together, and he eventually invited them out to japan where they become an item. reader is planning on moving to japan now, but has to be back in the states for a bit before the move, which is why they're long distance rn-- okay, you'll catch on lol

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It was torture being in a long distance relationship. People made it work all the time, of course, but I could never understand how they overcame the desperate urge to touch their partner(s) at all times when they weren’t close by. Since leaving Japan, all I wanted was to cuddle with Kenma and watch anime, like we had that last night together; or play with his hair as he curled up in my arms when he was starting to wake up; or laugh at him and poke his cheek when he’d get upset about missing a shot in Valorant. I was itching to get back to him. It had only been two weeks, yet I was ready to sell all of my things on whim and move to Tokyo early just to see him again. Sure, there was Discord where we could sit in call every day and night, giving up our healthy sleep schedules just for the sake of saying “fuck you” to timezones; but I had this unbarable itch to grab him, kiss him, and fuck him… Fuck, I wanted to fuck him again. It wasn’t fair that we only got to it the night I left. I should have made a move sooner, I should have jumped his bones more, I should have taken advantage of the fact that we were so close— Ugh… I missed him more than anything in the world.

“Mommy?”

I muted my mic so that I could groan in pain and slam my fist against my desk. I was dying. Slowly. Painfully. It was all his fault. I had to sit there for about an hour after stream, staring at his camera screen on Discord, watching and listening as he whined my name and started touching himself. Kenma Kozume… He was going to be the death of me. If I had to hear him whimper my name on more time, I was going to lose my fucking mind. It wasn’t fair that I wasn’t there. I hated that it wasn’t me touching him and making him break. I was losing every bit of composure I had watching him edge himself for me while whimpering and biting his sweatshirt sleeve. He knew I hated that. I wanted to hear him— I needed to hear him. Hiding his face from me, muffling his cute moans, avoiding eye contact with me because he knew he looked pathetic blushing like that… Fuck, fuck, fuck— I hit my desk again.

“Mommy?” he asked again, this time with worry instead of lust.

I looked up at my camera and unmuted, “I’m here, baby, don’t stop.”

Kenma’s eyes closed as he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip. “Fuck—” His length twitched in his hands. I watched intently as he stole his own touch away to edge again, but he had been one second too late, unfortunately for him. He threw his head back. “Mommy— Mommy— No, no, no—” He wiggled in his gaming chair as he weakly came, spurts of his cum shooting onto his sweatshirt. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as he relaxed.

My fingers grasped onto my chair arms for dear life so that I could try to find my composure. “Don’t be sorry, baby.” I panted under my breath helplessly.

He looked so fucking cute with his face all red, tears pricking at the outter corners of his eyes, his cum on his chest, his cock slowly softening as he recovered from his ruined orgasm. There was no way I could be upset with him when he looked like an angel.

“You did so well for me, baby. I’m proud of you.”

Kenma pulled the collar of his sweatshirt over his nose.

“Don’t hide from me when I’m complimenting you, kitty.”

He practically swooned out of his chair when he heard his favorite nickname.

“I can’t wait to knock that bad habit out of you,” I teased with a smirk.

“I miss you.”

My knuckles turned white as I grabbed my chair harder. “I wish I could fly back early.”

“You should.”

“It’s not worth it when I’d only be there for a few days to tease you before coming back to pack up and officially move. You’d miss me more after that if I did it.”

“You should come back,” he insisted more adamantly.

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to break and take him up on the offer—

“Please, Mommy.”

“One sec—” I muted and looked down to hide myself from the camera frame, acting like I was picking something up off the floor, while I was actually screaming through pressed lips because I couldn’t handle him anymore.

Two days. It wouldn’t hurt to fly out, stay for two days, then fly back. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it. The viewers would like to see us back together again, they enjoyed the irl content we made, and I was sure they’d have fun speculating about mine and Kenma’s relationship again. I’d get to see him again. Maybe I’d even get to visit Kuroo briefly? Two or three days wouldn’t hurt.

So, I ended up in Japan for the second time in two months, even when I promised myself I wouldn’t do it.

Kenma was excited that I was flying in. He called me on my way to the airport to let me know that he was getting ready to have me stay over again— Though he wasn’t going to set up the guest bedroom this time because he wanted me to share his bed instead. I was excited for that. I was excited to see him in person again, to hold him in my arms, to kiss him, to share his bed, to fuck him silly— Fuck, I was no better than a teenage boy going through puberty. I never knew that the honeymoon phase could be this bad.

Kenma wanted to meet me at the airport. He said the other day when I accepted the offer of flying out to see him for a couple of days that he wanted to be the first face I saw when I was back, but as I was in the car on the way to the airport to catch my flight and he called, he shyly apologized, letting me know that he couldn’t meet me at the airport, but that he’d be waiting for me at his apartment. My head was too clouded from rushing to catch my flight on time that I didn’t think twice about it. I didn’t even reconsider it after I landed and took the subway to get from the airport to his apartment in Tokyo. I only realized as I showed up to his building and sent him a text to warn him that I was going to knock on his door soon that I thought about it. He couldn’t have met me at the airport? Was he alright? Was he nervous about seeing me again? Should I have been nervous to see him again? What if things were different since I was last with him? What if we didn’t like each other in person any more? Maybe I’d made a mistake coming back so abruptly—

Kenma opened his door for me just in time, before I could even knock.

I fully expected to see him right in the doorway, jumping at me, cheering with happiness. What I didn’t expect was what actually happened. Kenma, while I was distracted with stepping inside and closing the door behind me, scrambled to his knees in the middle of the foyer, put his hands on his thighs to present his submissiveness, tilted his head up, and pouted cutely at me. I nearly wobbled off my own feet when I saw him. He was wearing one of those cheap maid costumes that cosplayers wore, black cat ears that matched his natural hair color, a collar around his neck with a silver bell and a red leash hanging from it, black knee high socks with padded cat paws sewed on.

He didn’t say anything without being spoken to first.

I knew that even as he was sitting there silently and submissively for me that I had to be the one who remained strong even though I wanted nothing more than to pin him down to the ground right there and fuck him to the point that he couldn’t move, making him my perfect boy whom I could use and take care of 24/7. I nearly fell over again at the thought.

“This is certainly a surprise, baby.”

Kenma smiled up at me.

“Is this all for me?” I asked while reaching out to cup my hand under his chin, earning a cat-like-nuzzle from him. When he nodded, I smiled down at him proudly and said, “Such a good boy.”

So this was why he couldn’t meet me at the airport. He would have embarrassed himself to Hell and back had he gone outside looking like this; and it wouldn’t have been so much of a surprise if he didn’t dress up to meet me at the airport and then come home to change while I waited. This was better. I loved this. I was glad he’d set this all up just for me.

“When’d you get all this, baby?”

I was holding off on calling him what he really wanted for the time being. I wanted to see just how desperate he could get for it. How far deep into subspace could he go without it? How much deeper could he go after hearing it? Would he melt into my hands? Would he stop breathing altogether? There were too many possibilities for me to not play with him!

“I thought about it last night,” he admitted shyly. He tried to hide his face in my palm.

I tsked and pinched his chin. “No hiding, baby.” He knew I didn’t like that. Finally, I could correct him in person. Finally, I could hold him down to make sure he looked at me when I made him feel good.

“Sorry, Mommy,” he croaked.

My hand carefully drifted from his chin down to the collar around his neck where I jingled the bell to see how loud it was— It was dainty and quiet, just like him— and then I wrapped my hand around the leash, drifting down and down until I found the loop at the end to tug on. He fell forward a bit, his perfect posture giving out. His lips parted, a small gasp escaping him, but he didn’t dare make a pathetic sound yet. Not when I still had so much in store for him.

“My cute, perfect, adorable, little…” I stopped because he was expecting it. “Pet.” He pouted with disappointment because he knew now that I was teasing him on purpose. “What? Are you not happy to see me, baby?”

Kenma shook his head vigorously. “Wait— No— Mommy—”

I gingerly tugged at his leash again until he had no choice other than to put his weight on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air, the skirt of his dress riding up a bit, revealing exactly what I wanted to see. Him. Naked underneath. Another surprise was hiding there for me, one that I never expected from Kenma in a thousand years, but I’d never had a stronger shit-eating grin plastered to my face before.

“My, my, what a perfect pet you are with your ears, your collar, your leash, and this…” I leaned over him to take his black tail in my hand, running my touch along it from the plug stuffed inside of him all the way up to the tip that hung on the floor.

Kenma shivered beneath me. He let out a mewl that I knew he had tried his very best to hold back, which made me content. It was too hard to tease him any longer like that. He was breaking, we both knew it, even though I hadn’t even touched him where he needed it most yet.

“Couldn’t even wait to let me get settled in,” I cooed. “You just had to impress me first thing, didn’t you?”

He nodded urgently. “Yes—” Kenma choked on his own words as I tugged a bit at the tail to see how snug it was inside of him. “Mommy—” He collapsed onto his elbows.

I tsked and picked him back up by pulling on his collar. “Come on, baby.”

After I kicked off my shoes by the front door and left my suitcase to be dealt with later, I walked past him, letting him follow me on his hands and knees as I led him through his apartment, towards the couch in the living room. I knew we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. It was too far. I needed him. Now.

“Climb on up, baby.”

Kenma did as he was told, laying down immediately because he was already expecting my next move, which was me laying on top of him, my hands venturing under his dress, reaching up to run my fingers along his flat stomach. He tensed, his loose abs coming forward for me to tease until he was squirming around, whining quietly behind pursed lips. That wouldn’t do. I had to hear him break before I could even think about making him feel good— I’d been considering what I’d do to him the next time I saw him since the last time I left, and I knew that even though all of my plans flew out the window the second he surprised me like this, at least I could still rely on one thing: Making him break. If I wanted to hear him moan, he’d do it. If I wanted to watch him break down into tears, he’d do it. If I told him to hold back his orgasm, he’d do it.

Oh, a wicked thought suddenly hit me.

“What is it, baby? You miss Mommy too much?”

He bucked up underneath me, his erection pressing against the inside of my thigh.

“Oh, yes, you missed me, baby, I know. I’m sorry…” I then kissed him for the first time in a long time.

We savored the kiss, ignoring how I was teasing him and how he was so needy that he could implode at any second, by going slow and gentle, my tongue already defeating his in a short fight for dominance. He was just too easy. It felt right to let him moan into my mouth as he continued to grind my leg; and it felt like the perfect response when I nipped at his bottom lip as a warning to not get too far ahead of himself.

“I missed you, kitty.”

Kenma’s eyes involuntarily rolled back as he gave up completely under me. His body went limp, his mouth hung open for me to hear every sound he could make, his hands on the hem of his dress so that he could hold it up for me, his legs bracketing me so that I could do whatever I wanted to him, his tail between his legs for me to pull on if I decided to.

While smirking, I leaned in to leave hickies all over his neck. “What is it, kitty?”

He moaned loudly. No biting his lip. No hiding his face. No muffling himself. No wordy response. Just… a simple moan to let me know he’d fallen so far into sub space that he couldn’t think straight— Which was alright. I could do all the thinking for him.

“You poor thing… You’re shivering… And you’re so hard…” I finally gave in to what we were both craving: wrapping my hand around his cock. “It’s been torture having you touch yourself for me while I’ve been gone… Isn’t that right, baby?”

He moaned again.

“Having to ruin your orgasms because you can’t edge yourself like I can.”

Kenma was a sensitive baby. I discovered the first time we ever slept together that it didn’t take much to make him cum— But the one thing that was sure to send him over the edge every time was touching his tip. I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d trained himself by accident to do it long before I met him, or if he always neglected that part of his body and I happened to find out that it was his spot. I supposed it didn’t matter. All I knew for sure was that I had to avoid it until he was ready to fall over the edge, or else he’d cum too early. But the poor thing was so desperate for me as I slid my hand up and down his shaft— He was still clenching his entire body for dear life, his eyes were screwed shut, and his hands were grabbing onto my hips so hard I thought his nails would leave indents on my skin.

There was just enough of his chest showing above the collar of his dress for me to leave one last hickey between his pecs before I kissed his lips again, then I sat up entirely. I got a good look at him as my hand continued to slowly work on his twitching length.

“Look at yourself, baby,” I tsked. “It took nothing to break you this time.” My other hand found where the plug inside of him met the fluff of his long tail. “Your face is all pink. Are you embarrassed?”

He shook his head while panting.

“No? Good…” I smiled and pulled his plug out a bit. “Kitties don’t get shy on their Mommies.” I watched with fascination as his tight hole stretched around the widest part of the plug. “They do the cutest, most pathetic things imaginable…” I pushed the plug back in, Kenma arching his back and moaning my name as I did so. “And then they let their Mommies take care of them accordingly.” I twisted and tilted the plug to reach spots inside of him that he’d likely been dreaming about since I left. “What were you expecting when you did this for me, kitty? A reward? Maybe a punishment?” He grabbed my wrist to get me to stop touching his cock because he was close and I was too distracted by his tail to notice. “Good boy.”

“Fuck—” He slumped against the couch with a sigh as his edge passed.

“You wanted to be rewarded. You went out, bought all of these embarrassing things for me, then put them on, dolled yourself up to look perfect, and you waited by the door like pets do.” I started moving my hand again. “Did you touch yourself while you waited for me?”

“No— No, no, no, no, Mommy, I promise, I didn’t—” He was too far gone to be coherent, honestly.

“Are you sure?”

“I promise— I— I promise— Mommy—”

I was so inclined to believe him, but he was already too close to cumming for him to have been patiently waiting by that entire time. But I also didn’t want to punish him… He looked too cute for that… And I’d been waiting too long to see him for me to torture him right off the bat. Him lying to me would have to be put on the back burner for now.

“My good kitty.” I shimmied down so that I could kiss his thigh. He shaved for me… He smelled like lotion, too, so he must have bought something new for me. “Tell me, baby, do you wanna cum for Mommy?”

He nodded nervously.

“How do you earn it?”

“Mo- Mo— Mommy—” Kenma tried his best to put all the words together for me, but I was working his length fast now, practically encouraging him to break my rules, all the while I was using my lips and tongue to tease his sensitive and shaky legs. “Please— Ple— Please—” He squirmed left and right to try to get away from me because he was right there, yet he hadn’t earned it. “Please! Fuck! Mommy! Please, may I— May I—”

“You’re so close to getting it right, kitty. You can do it.”

That gave him the final push he needed. With one heavy breath and a pathetic, high pitched whine, he cried out, “Please, Mommy, may I cum for you?”

I smiled wide in victory. “Go on, kitty.”

With my hand working his length, my thumb finally swiping over his tip, my other hand working the tail in and out of his hole, and my lips kissing the inside of his thighs, Kenma came. He was so overwhelmed that he unintentionally put his hands up like paws over his face. I didn’t stop him this time. So long as he continued to whine like that as he worked through his orgasm, I was in heaven.

His toes curled next to me as he finished leaking everything he had stored away since I left Japan last time; so I took pity on him, choosing to give him a break rather than overstim him like I usually did. The hand I had on his tail drifted down to the cat paws that were sewed onto his feet. I pressed on them carefully until his toes relaxed. The rest of his body followed suit shortly after when I took my hand off his length and flipped his dress down.

“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek.

“Th- Thank you— Thank you, Mommy.”

I reached out to pull the ears off his head so that I could brush my fingers through his hair to get the sweaty strands off his face. He melted like a cat that was being scratched between the ears.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

I kissed him one more time before escaping his legs that were tangled around me.

“Soda,” he requested.

I shook my head. “Water.”

“Soda!”

“Water first. Soda later when you’re better.”

When I returned to the couch with a glass of water and a rag, Kenma stayed put so that I could sit next to him while tilting his head up and pressing the lip of the cup to his mouth so that he could take gentle sips. When he was ready, he sat up by himself. He took the cup from me to continue drinking the rest of it as I cleaned the cum off of his chest, thighs, and off his dress. The plug would have to cum out later when he was ready. I’d wash his costume with my clothes I wore in the airport. I’d have to clean his toys for him while he’d nap before stream.

I kissed his forehead. “I missed you, kitty.”

He nuzzled me. “I missed you, Mommy.”

I decided then and there that two days wasn’t going to be enough. Someone I trusted would have to go to my place back in the States to sell everything because there was no way in hell I’d be able to leave Kenma again— Not when he was curling up in my lap like a cat would. He was ready to rest as he came out of subspace, and I was ready to hold him in my arms until we were sick of each other.

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Liar II

After your last argument, you both closed in. It had been almost 1 month. It wasn't clear what you were going to do with Kenma.

you missed. Especially your old days.

Even though you thought about telling Kenma about your genetic disorder at the beginning, you later decided that it wouldn't be a big deal. But in the end, this issue came out of nowhere. Not telling your boyfriend about this at all would cost you right now maybe forever breaking up. Kenma was disappointed and now it's up to you to fix the situation.

You texted Kenma that evening. You were wondering what was on your mind and now you should have known

“Kenma.Anyway, we haven't spoken for a month. I think we need to clear things up now.”

The message was delivered to Kenma's phone. He replied to your message faster than expected.

"It may be easy for you but I still can't digest my disappointment y/n"

“Please don't do that. It was not my choice to be born this way. You're right if it were my choice. But this is a disease. It can happen to anyone. I want to come to your house tomorrow if you let me. I'll show you my doctor's reports"

"Ok"

Even though you felt the coldness of her answer to your bones, you were happy that she at least let you come to her house.

You had hope to make things right with Kenma.

You slept well that night and after breakfast you went to Kenma's house with your doctor's reports.

Kenma greeted you rather coldly and insincerely.

“Whatever you have to say, say it quickly y/n. Don't beat around the bush”

He handed you the papers

“Here, take a look at these reports. See for yourself if it's my choice. What if this disease happened to you? What would you do if you were in my place right now, Kenma?”

He didn't seem to care about you as he studied the papers you handed him, but he had his ear.

“Now you got it wasn't my choice?

If you understand, you also understand that I never meant to upset you."

Kenma sighed and handed the papers back to you after she had finished examining them.

“I get it y/n. But…"

There was some hope, albeit a small one. He brought his hand to your neck and avoided you for a few seconds.

“Why didn't you tell me before? Are you ashamed of me? Even if you see it as a flaw, I would accept you as you are.”

He looked at you with his eyes wide open and poured out his heart at you.

“Don't nonsense Kenma! Why should I be ashamed of you? I was ashamed of myself. I'm sure it had nothing to do with you."

Again Kenma remained silent. You could only hear his breathing in.

“Have you forgiven me, Kenma? Say something please. Shout if you want, pour out whatever is around you, and swear at your mouth. But I beg you, don't be so quiet. The more you keep quiet, the more I feel sad.”

He gripped your shoulders tightly

“If you want me to forgive you, promise me that you will never lie to me or hide it from me for any reason ever again”

Your hands went to his waist. You couldn't take it anymore and you put your head between his neck and shoulder. The warmth of his neck touched his face. You took in her scent that you missed

“I promise Kenma. It will never happen again. I swear with my everything that I will never lie to you again"

Kenma's hands went to the back of your head, albeit hesitantly, and stroked the back of your head.

“Still, if I offended you, I'm sorry too. I love you y/n"

“I love you too Kenma”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and stayed that way for a while.

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[notsominx]

5:06 AM and I’m thinking of…just the tip.

Like he knows you can take his whole cock if you tried. Though he can’t help but feel a bit guilty hearing your small whines of “It’s…too big..mm..I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can..you’re being so good for me. Just a bit more.” He mumbles pushing more of his mushroom tip into your tight cunt.

Your insides fluttered and squeezes around his tip, denying him to go any further. He lets out a groan of how good you feel. Slowly he starts thrusting, only fucking you with his tip.

Sooner you’ll have to adjust to his size, but for now, fucking with just the tip is fine.

A/N: This was just a rant since this been on my mindddd, Needa write this better whenever I can.

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[hxltic]

“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually; but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

“—never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming. Or he could be—he isn’t the nicest to his viewers.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off so you have his full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look—“

“—Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been, so what happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness around you was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there blankly, unaware of what to do. “Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions, he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watches you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say ‘good girl’ over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

©️ hxltic

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[uzuikyo]

𓄷 01:32 ✦ kozume kenma x f!reader

ﾒ̼ smut (MDNI)

ﾒ̼ cockwarming, studio sex, pet names, unprotected sex

the sound clicking was all that was heard inside the studio along with your soft, quiet whines. “fuck baby, stop moving.” kenma groaned, trying not to lose his shit while working on his game.

his free hand gripped your hips tighter to stop it from shifting or moving as he continued on his work, but you were getting needier. “kenma~” you whispered, placing kisses on his neck to get his attention. “just a few more minutes baby and I’m done.”

you ignored his reply, grinding your hips on his, making the both of you groan as you felt his cock go deeper inside you. “i need you, please..” you looked up at him, pouting. kenma made sure to save his game before fully shifting his attention to you.

“my princess is so needy today.” he raised an eyebrow before pulling you in a kiss, biting your lower lip as his tongue slid inside your mouth. you let out a moan when he began to move inside you in a slow pace, making you hold onto his arms.

“s-so deep..” you cried as kenma repeatedly hit your g-spot, his mouth moving its way down to your neck, biting and nibbling at your soft skin. “I’m sure you fucking love that, mhm?” he looked up at you through his lashes, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

you threw your head back, moving your hips against his. kenma’s thumb found your clit, making you almost scream from too much pleasure. “fuck! kenma please, ‘m close..fuuuck” kenma hummed in response, giving you kisses on your shoulders.

“my princess wants to cum?” you quickly nod your head, desperate for release as kenma let out a chuckle. “then cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock.” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch as he was also close to releasing inside you.

loud skin slapping, groans and moans filled the studio as the both of you came. you dropped to his chest, his hand now caressing your hair while the other stayed on your back to keep you steady.

“wanna keep you warm while you work.” you muttered on his chest, not planning to move away from him.

© uzuikyo. all rights reserved.

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[maezume]

✩ ˛˚ . 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗞?? ; — in which you give your boyfriend head while he plays videogames.

𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝘆/𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 / smut! head (m. receiving) slight expeditionist ♡

𝗶𝗲. 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 thinking about sucking kenma off under the desk while he plays video games with his friends.

watching him shake his head no, but still not listening. he didn’t fight you off anyways. he knew he wanted it. you’d start off stroking him slowly, feathering light touches to his pretty cock while watching him grow harder.

the way he kept playing and talking with his friends so casually as if he wasn’t about to get fucked gave you that tingling sensation in your stomach. it excited you, knowing that in the next few minutes you would have him struggling to keep his cool.

after watching bead by bead of pre cum leak from his pink tip you’d wrap your lips around his length. he’d start unbothered, the pleasure building up to having him let out shaky breaths every now and then. he wouldn’t dare let out a groan, but his face would grow red when his teammates ask if he’s okay.

you tease him by sucking extra hard when he went to respond, receiving a glare when he choked on a whimper mid sentence. you’d smile around his dick before starting to bob your head faster. he couldn’t help but bite his lip during his fight to stay focused on the game.

it was over for him when you sucked his soul out of him, his hand flying to mute himself while the other went to the back of your head. “ahh hah f-fuck…” loud moans leaving his lips as his hips thrusted into your mouth and he pushed you down onto him. the feeling of you gagging on him, your throat swelling around his tip had him whimpering from post-orgasm sensitivity.

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[304blur]

"he'd be the type of guy to.." haikyuu edition ♡

notes: NOT proofread, i wrote rhis at 1:50am just some thoughts, all will be written with timeskip versions of them in mind. fem reader just cause also i chnaged title cuz it sidnt make sense LMAO

warning/s: NONE

genre: fluff

characters: hinata shoyo, kozume kenma, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu

hinata would be the type of guy to let your dates go unplanned (in a good way!!!) ypu guys get to do whatever you'd like, unrestrained. if you wanna go to a goodwill/thrift store and find cool items, he'd happily go with you. he'll also secretly get you some things that you stared at for too long. like those sparkly pink cowboy boots, a music box where instead of a ballerina spinning it's a middle finger, and a bikini that barely covers anything. then after buying those, you'd go in your car, and he'd hide them under the car seat, but the bikini's straps stick out from under the seat, and you go "what the fuck is that??" so he has no choice but to bring out the bag filled with the stuff you looked like you wanted, and surprised you early. do you want to go to an indoor volleyball court? hinata rented one just for the two of you to play. but you never got to play anything, you two are busy running around, playing hide and seek in the surprisingly large building. yes, for other people, things don't always go to plan. but for you two? you make the best out of unplanned surprises.

kenma would be the type of guy to really REALLY appreciate all of your pitiful efforts to pay him back for what he buys you. he loves, LOVES spoiling you, spending his CEO money on you is his love language. even though he acts a little nonchalant about it, he always loves seeing the smile on your face when he bought you something you've wanted for so long. but, you'd feel bad about what he's spending on you, and the effort he puts into working so hard 24/7, and going with you to the mall and buying you everything. so, you decide to repay him in different ways! like baking cookies that took you all day to bake but they taste bitter, but he still eats all of them in one sitting. you made him lots of origami flowers, he'd have it displayed in his room, without a single speck of dust landing on the paper, he knows that you feel guilty about him spending lots on you so you do these things, he keeps telling you that what he's spending on you isn't going to make a dent in his bank account, but you still wouldn't listen. (he secretly freaks out if you do things for him)

kageyama would be the type of guy to learn about anything you're into, and he'd teach you about what he's into in return. if you like a certain singer/band, and you love to quote a line from a song/an inside joke, he's going to be curious about it, and eventually, he'll start quoting it too, (at the start, he usually had trouble deciding whether or not the situation you're in would apply, but he's quoting that lyric/inside joke like he knows that band/singer better than you do.) he taught you volleyball, do you love spiking? he'd set for you, and you'd drive that ball home. do you prefer setting? he's gonna make you attend setter bootcamp, on god he's gonna turn into your coach instead of your boyfriend. you like blocking? he'd make sure he'd get his hits past your blocks, and of course tell you all sorts of positions you put your hands in if you want to change the trajectory of the ball, or completely shut it out. do you like recieving? he'll throw different types of serves your way so you'll learn how to recieve all of them perfectly. or if you'd love serving more, he'd be teaching you how to get service aces and eventually be better at serving than his team (according to him). he may be a pro volleyball player, but that doesn't mean he won't make time for you.

atsumu would be the type of guy to relax and pamper yourselves in his free time. despite his loud and rowdy personality, you and mr japanese barry b benson with a kansai accent, oftentimes go to spas, and get massages, facial treatments, all that good stuff. then he'd take you out to a hot spring after a major tournament is over, the steaming water helping to relax, and also give his skin some benefits too! after all, he's a volleyball player that has the looks of an idol, he has a face and body he has to maintain. if you guys don't want to go out, he'll look up recipes for diy mud masks to apply to eachothers faces, maybe even bringing out a stash of facemasks from his skincare mini frige and watch a movie together while waiting for the facemask to dry out. you're pretty lucky to have a skincare boyfriend, since you have never had a single skin problem ever since you started dating him. if there's an event you two will be attending, he'll prioritize the both of you looking and feeling fresh. you two would be the couple with the clearest skin in the room.

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[mischieveousmayhem]

can I request a kenma fluff? where the reader is getting hit on but reader is letting the person to hit on her/them on purpose to see his reaction?? Thank you!!! I hope your account grows soon!

jealous setter

Pairing: Kenma x Fem!Reader / platonic! noya x reader

Synopsis: Y/N can never seem to get her lovers attention until one day she has a devious plan that involves some of her lovers peers.

Genre: Slight Angst to fluff

A/N: im slow at updating and i apologize but i have seen all your requests and im trying to go through as fast as possible!

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Everyday it seems like it was getting harder and harder to get her boyfriend's attention. Y/N just wanted time with him but between school, volleyball, and their personal lives it was so hard to get him to even speak more than two words to her. Although she manages the Nekoma's Boys Volleyball Team, she doesn't get anytime to speak to him because they are busy.

Now, the Volleyball team were currently on the way to the summer training camp. Y/N sat next to her boyfriend who was currently asleep. As much as she wanted to wake him and have a conversation with him, she knew he needed his rest for the next few days. So as she waited for the team to arrive at the destination, she did some of her paperwork.

When they arrived at their destination, Kenma didn't yap a word to her, he instead when to Kuroo and started talking.

"It's probably important.." She whispered to herself.

—

Sitting on a bench out of the way of everyone, she ate small bites of her food. She wasn't quite hungry at the moment, she just wanted her boyfriend. Although they had time to relax and just talk, Kenma was over near some blonde headed setter and Kuroo.

As much as she would walk up, she won't. She didn't want to seem annoying or anything. She knew Kenma was shy , around her a lot too because he loves her so much. But sometimes the way it feels like he avoids her is too much.

Deep in thought she sighed while setting her food to the side. About to stand up she sees two guys appear in front of her, a short one and a tall one.

"It's like I'm looking at heaven!" The two say at once.

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From afar as Kenma was talking to Tsukishima and Kuroo he spots his girlfriend sitting alone.. until she wasn't.

He saw two guys appear in front of her and he had this weird feeling in his body. It's not love. It's kind of like he's mad except he's not?

He's..jealous!

Spacing out while staring at the two.

Tanaka and Nishinoya.

They have never seen or met Y/N before because the last time Nekoma faced Karasuno, Y/N wasn't Nekoma's manager. But he knew how Tanaka and Nishinoya was over women so watching them gush over his precious girlfriend from a distance irked him.

But he didn't know what to do so he just stared. Lost in his thoughts he drowned out Tsukishima and Kuroo while looking at the scene that was happening in front of him.

—

Y/N's face was red, she didn't know how to respond to that.

"You're so beautiful!" The short one says.

"Yeah , you are! But who are you? We have never seen you?" Says the taller one.

Y/N was flustered. She felt more eyes on her though but when she looked up she saw Kenma glaring. That is when she had the most masterful plan ever.

Looking up at smiling at the two, "I'm Y/N L/N, I recently became Nekoma's manager! How about you two? Care to introduce yourselves?" She smiled, almost too smiley.

"That's Tanaka ", the short one pointed to his friend , "and I'm Nishinoya but you can call me yours !" he pointed proudly at himself.

It took you a minute to process it, but when you did you felt your cheeks heat up. All you did was giggle before responding, "That was smooth!"

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"Kenma!" Kuroo finally snapped Kenma out his thoughts, "What are you thinking about to deeply that I had to basically scream your name."

"It appears he's looking at those two idiots next to that tiny thing that appears to be a girl." Tsukki pointed at Y/N who was talking to Nishinoya and Tanaka.

"Ohhh...well you know that's his girlfriend." Kuroo replied.

"Not for much longer with the way Noya is flirting with her." Tsukki smirked as he saw Tanaka left to go to Kiyoko while Noya was still making Y/N flustered.

"What." That is all Kenma uttered before looking at Tsukki.

"If you want to keep your girl , you should probably go up to her and walk her away from Noya." Kuroo says.

"It's fine , she'll walk away." Kenma replies.

"Kenma, dude. You have to do something."

"She's fine Kuroo."

"Is she though?"

Kenma raised a brow, "Huh?"

"You do realize you never speak to her or anything I mean I wouldn't blame her if she likes the attention she's getting from Noya because you ignore her so much." Kuroo puts a hand on Kenma's shoulder.

"Ignoring your own girlfriend is crazy, Noya would never do that to her." Tsukki snickered under his breath.

Perhaps Kuroo was right? It's been a while since him and Y/N had more than a two word conversation. But he didn't know how to act around her—

He snapped out his thoughts when he heard your laughter.

Not a giggle.

A full blown laugh.

You never laughed that hard around him. Enough was enough. He stood up and marched over and put his arm around his girlfriends shoulder, he didn't say anything he looked down so no one could see his flustered look.

"Oh! You're dating Kenma?" Noya looks defeated.

Playing dumb Y/N responds, "Yeah..I thought you were playfully flirting after all I'm not that gorgeous!"

"You too are cute though. I apologize Kenma for hitting on your girlfriend!" Noya bows before bouncing off to find Tanaka.

After he knows Noya walked away , Kenma looks at you in your eyes.

With your eyes locked he speaks softly, "I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to you , I don't try to ignore you on purpose—"

He's cut off when Y/N leans in and kisses him, their lips lock for a solid five seconds before she breaks it.

"It's okay! I got my payback by letting Noya flirt with me so I could get your attention."

"Okay..wait..what?"

"Oh, nothing! Now we have a lot to catch up on!" Y/N takes his hand and drags him to a place where she can just talk to him with no interruptions.

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Type of writing : Headcannons & fluff

Pairing : tsukishima x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader

Admin's note : tysm for 60 followers! Love you babes! I also might do a part two for this!

Warnings ; none (literally just fluff bro)

❥ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

He isn't the type of guy who has any love interests, he finds it kind of boring at the start until he met you!

You were mostly the one who confessed instead of him

He might seem like a brave mf but actually.. Sometimes he might need courage if he actually wants to confess

Most likely confessing over texts/messages since he couldn't bring himself to confess in public or irl 😭

His love language is definitely act of service & quality time

I can headcannon that you and him would have studying dates, arcade dates and bookshop dates!

His nickname for you is "shorty" or "pipsqueak" 💀

If you want to go to have a date with him, I would suggest to go to a intimate quiet relaxing place

He will definitely share you his Spotify playlist

Listen to music while cuddling in bed<3

He isn't a big fan of PDA btw, but if your close with him enough.. He may allow you to hold his hand

(Off topic) speaking of hands.. His hands are veiny and slim 😍

❥ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

He is definitely more shy than tsukishima

Same as tsukishima, your also the one who is most likely to confess

Honestly I also feel like he doesn't have any love interests at all since he is mostly stuck at playing with his phone

Date ideas are probably arcade dates & cat cafe dates!

He doesn't have any nickname for you, he would just call you by your name

There are some rare occasions that he MIGHT call you "baby" or "angel"

Love language is definitely physical touch

When you can't sleep at night, he will help you to fall asleep by cuddling with you<3

Kuroo is definitely the third-wheel lmao

Idk why but I feel like the both of you would plan to raise a kitten together like a loving happy family! <33

Also not a fan of pda 2.0

But doesn't mind it anyway

❥ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

OMG GUYS GUYS GUYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN I SWEARJ

Honestly, the both of you would either confess to each other tbh

He's a bit socially awkward but he's still caring and loving!

Date ideas are feeding the ducks near by a pond & Art Museum dates

Relationship nicknames are "Babe" "baby" "love" "my love"

Love language is physical touch & acts of service

He likes to gift you your favourite flowers in a Boquet!

He also like to gift you a meaningful necklace or an heart-shaped chocolate box<3333

Please don't hurt him he's such a gentleman

Will study with you and tutor you if your struggling with your studies!

Loves it when you visit him during his practices

He doesn't mind PDA, probably a bit of a fan?

He does hugs you quietly or hold your hand in public though but he isn't really that much of a fan!

He doesn't mind it as long as you are comfortable with any!

Admin note 2 : thanks for reading, if I am done with the part two, I will link it here below!

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Kenma having his nipples played? 👀🤤

cw — nsfw content minors dni. smut, f!reader, nipple play, slightly subby kenma

“what the hell are you doing?”

your hands pause where they’re stuffed under your boyfriend’s shirt. he’s leaned back against your chest, minding his business while plays his switch– it’s the perfect opportunity for you to be annoying.

“…touching your nipples, why?” you reply. you fail to see the big deal.

“stop doing that,” he tells you, with just a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“what, are they sensitive?” you tease.

just then he starts to wriggle his entire body until you have no choice but to take your hands out and leave him alone. it’s too late though– your brain is already conjuring up an idea. scheming.

and unfortunately for him, the next time he’s underneath you, your thighs burning as you bounce your hips up and down his cock, your hands wander again.

he’s too immersed, too blissed out from the feeling of your tight, wet walls around him and your arousal dripping down his length, to stop your fingers when they reach up and tweak at his pink nipples. he gives a stuttered gasp as your fingertips circle and flick at them, shooting pinpricks of pleasure straight to his cock that twitches where it’s buried inside you.

you can only grin. you watch his pride get swallowed up as his features curl into something obscene and the blood rushes to his cheeks.

they’ve hardened into peaks now. it lets you pinch them a little harder, tug a little more at them. you chew at your bottom lip at the sight of your boyfriend falling apart beneath you, his hands digging at the plush of your hips that haven’t faltered in their pace.

“gonna cum,” he whines, and not a moment later his cock is filling you up in spurts, throbbing as you milk him of every last drop, shaky whimpers falling from his lips because you’re still riding him.

“can’t believe you thought you could keep that from me, ken-ken.”

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.+ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the first thing kenma worries about when revealing the feelings that you have for him is his own self-worth.

pairing. streamer!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.9k

genre and warnings. hurt/comfort, angsty, tooth rotting fluff, friends to lover, streamer!reader, discord calls, insecurity, anxiety, miscommunication, nicknames, mutual pining, crying confessions NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Kenma was a sometimes dense type of guy. He wasn't necessarily dumb, just had a difficult time wrapping his head around certain situations. 

His overthinking was the main reason why he felt so left out, even around his own friends. 

It was just the way that his brain was wired, into his confusion and clutter of thoughts.

One of those thoughts was the obvious crush you had on him. What he was mostly confused about was how he just didn't really understand why you thought of him in such a way.

Kenma wouldn't be able to tell exactly when you started showing interest in him, just the moment that it all just started making sense to him. You and him finished live streaming to his audience.

The post-stream tradition was always for you two to stay and chat for hours in the discord call for hours into the night until you would officially tap out to fall asleep against your desk. Kenma didn't really mind your long rants or the random conversations that would last until the next day.

If anything, he had just grown to love your voice and how talking to you just came naturally, to the point where he would multitask anything with you in the background, going about his business usually.

But tonight was a bit different for him. "Hey, "hey you okay Ken?" Your question came through his headset as Kenma sat slouched against his gamer chair, his legs spread out as his head lulled.

Surging forward as he broke from the trail of thought that had turned him completely silent, letting out a small hum in confusion, his eyes glancing over his screen. "Uh, sorry, I think I'm just drained or something." The blonde yawned, looking at the clock and noticing that it was just a few minutes before it would be midnight.

"Go to bed then sleepy," you say in a gentle tone, and Kenma leans his head in his palm as he listens to the clicks from your keyboard coming through your mic as you type in a sense of comfort.

"I know, I just wanted to stay up with you for a bit." He spoke in barely a whisper, hoping his noise suppression was able to pick up his sleepy tone.

"No, just go to bed and call me back tomorrow." The request didn't give much room for discussion as Kenma hummed, blinking lazily at his bright screen before opting that your idea was better than him trying to push himself to stay awake.

"Mkay, I’m heading out then. Goodnight ___."

"Night night, Kenma. I love you." Kenma had heard before he had clicked out of the call, an exhale coming from his mouth as he stretched against the leather of the chair. 

In his head, Kenma was wondering why the phrase he had heard come from your mouth so many times had seemed to sound so much different. He thought that maybe it was just the way you would have said it, speaking more gently than your usual semi-aggressive tone.

Whatever it was, Kenma had trouble sleeping without his thoughts spilling over in an anxious fit, trying not to drown in his own thoughts about you until it just all suddenly clicked all at once.

All the compliments and the way you would speak to him were now just making so much sense to the point where Kenma had to calm himself down from turning into a flustering mess as he lay in bed. How everything that you two would normally do together had just seemed so much more intimate.

It had all just made him feel so sick, not that he was digested in you in any way. 

If anything Kenma thought that you were a very pretty girl which was why he just didn't get it at all. 

Kenma saw himself as the most average guy ever. How could someone as beautiful and funny as you fall for someone like him? You two were nothing alike. 

Kenma usually found himself listening and staying quiet more as you led the conversation with your friends. 

You were always the one to invite him to things and always knew how to make him feel more comfortable whenever he was stressed about talking to new people or handling new situations.

Kenma always thought of himself as the disposable one, always following you about like a lost puppy. 

The only reason why he even had the friends that he did now was that they found you interesting and he just happened to be the package deal that your friendship came with. 

Which would always make him feel so fucking sad, always feeling as if he was holding you back from forming other relationships with people because of his selfishness. 

You were a very friendly person and Kenma always just had the fear that you would make many more friends to the point where you didn't need him anymore.

That thought of heartbreak scared him, so Kenma drifted away from you, not wanting to handle that situation at all, so he did what he did because he did not confront it or you in any way.

The two of you only speak whenever you stream with your usual group of friends. You no longer have your long chats after Kenma, always leaving a call with everyone else as soon as you end the stream. 

Every time that you managed to join a call with him, Kenma would always find some excuse about being too busy planning streams, struggling with his sleep schedule, or just dealing with stuff in his personal life. 

All these were just things he would tell you just to run away from his feelings. Each time he would leave you abruptly, causing an odd hurt in his heart.

Kenma just wished you hadn’t thought of him the same way he would have thought of you, and that he was better off just not knowing or understanding his own emotions as they continued to bubble over to the point where he would have to snap himself out of daydreams about you. 

If he wasn't streaming, he was thinking about you, fantasizing about what could happen if you two had pursued a romantic relationship, one where he could kiss you, hold you, and more thoughts that made him feel ashamed.

When he had gotten your message about wanting to check in on him, Kenma felt a slight tug of guilt in his chest. 

Immediately swipes away the notification and turns his phone on silent, no longer getting notifications, wrapping himself more into his lone streams to help himself feel distracted from dealing with his feelings.

Kenma didn't know how to handle things until they had gotten too out of hand, the routine of dodging and ignoring you expanding long enough to the point of weeks. He doesn't believe he has ever felt this guilt, and he knew that you were most likely wondering what you had done so wrong to be treated so harshly by the one person you would spend most of your time with.

He would see some tweets and comments under your videos from your fans mentioning him or how you just didn't seem to have that usual loud and funny personality that they associated with you, how you just seemed to have changed for the worse in the mood. 

Kenma felt like shit knowing that the reason for your change was all his fault, but he felt like it was all for the best.

Over time, the messages Kenma would get from you just became more depressing to look at, the short and sweet greetings and memes turning into longer paragraphs of you apologizing for something that you didn't even have an idea about.

youruser: can we talk please?

Kenma almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his phone vibrate from you trying to call him. His fingers reacting to her could even process hanging up the call before it could even ring twice.

youruser: i can literally see you online boy.

Kenma continues to reject the second time you call, his stomach dropping again and again with every attempt.

youruser: Kenma. 

The third call is the one that Kenma lets ring before answering.

"Ken-ken!" Your familiar chirping tone pierces through his headphones. Kenma pauses for a second, his thoughts clouding over, scrambling to think of what to say.

He waits for a moment, then says, "Oh, you're kind of loud, hey."

"Wow, that's kind of rude considering that you’ve been ignoring me this entire month. You're lucky that I care about you." Your sentence starts in a softer tone, souring at the end of the sentence as Kenma winces at the fact that you were so forgiving no matter the troubling things and obstacles that he had put you through. 

He much prefers you hating him than forgiving him completely. "I’m sorry, I've just been…busy." Kenma was lying, he knew that you were aware of that.

"Hm, okay fucking liar." You responded irritably as a pregnant silence followed, after settling through the call, even the sound of your typing coming to a halt.

"I don't know how to put this," he starts with an inhale, "but, uh, you have feelings for me." You make a choked up sound over the phone, taken aback by the sudden confession.

"I'm sorry, Kenma," you stammered as you panicked, not giving him a chance to respond before continuing. "I’m so sorry, I can't—don't want anything to change between us, we can just forget about it, please. I don't want to lose our friendship." you ramble on, your voice shaking as you begin to stumble and cry. 

Kenma grips his desk until his knuckles turn white. "No, no, it's not your fault, fuck, nothing's your fault," he begins to console you while also finally expressing the strange feelings he had been suppressing for nearly a month.

"I like you too, and that just—it fucking scares me. I don’t want you to date someone like me when you could be doing so much better. You deserve so much more than what I have." He admits before falling into silence, now that the secret was free Kenma felt as if there was a giant weight lifted off his shoulders finally shedding the burden of holding onto all of his emotions.

"Oh god, you stupid man thing," you sniffle before proceeding. "Kenma, I don't want better than you, I just want you with all the flaws you think you have or all your screw ups. I like that you've always been there for me no matter what. I like that you put up with me and my stupid jokes. I also like that I can talk to you so easily. I mean, that fact that you don't think you're enough is the most insane thing ever to me because you're all that I could ever want." 

"You actually want me?" Kenma asks softly. "I would even make a pinky promise on it."

"Woah, a pinky promise," he repeats with a laugh. "Are you sure? I mean, that's a lot of commitment. You're practically asking to be stuck with me forever."

"I wouldn't mind that one bit."

And with that, everything is back to normal. Furthermore, Kenma could officially call you his girlfriend, just not without turning into a stuttering, bashful mess. 

You found it adorable that he would still somehow be so nervous yet open around you.

It took him some time, but Kenma liked to think that he had eventually got it. It felt wonderful to have finally figured out why you liked him.

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Been having KuroKen x reader brainrot lately so here ya go, some spicy headcanons for y'all!

character(s): Kuroo and Kenma (timeskip)

pairing(s): KuroKen x afab!reader

contents: polyship (Kuroo x Kenma x reader), domestic shenanigans, cuddles, finger fucking, drooling, neck kissing

a/n: YALL DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND THE BRAINROT THATS CONSUMING ME I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY AAAAAAH

not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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they're both completely smitten with you

Kenma is very clingy; he loves playing games while you two are hugging: he rests his head on your shoulder, while you basically nap on him

you and Kuroo are the ones to remind Kenma to eat and sleep properly: he'd even forget to drink water without you

Kuroo loves to tease Kenma just to get on his nerves; and that is usually done by giving you attention: he gets jealous super easily

of course it's healthy jealousy: they love competing for your attention, and overwhelming you with theirs

Kenma is a very interesting switch; his sex drive isn't high, but when he's in either a dommy mood or subby mood you can rest assured that things are gonna get steamy

as for Kuroo, he loves going with the flow: he definitely isn't a sub, yet doesn't mind when Kenma takes the lead

Kenma loves making you both writhe for him: he'll usually make Kuroo watch as he makes you feel good, then have him be desperate for release

on the other side, when Kuroo takes the lead, he loves to tag team on you with Kenma: they'll overwhelm you so badly that you won't even know left from right

«Look, Kuroo. Look how good they're feeling because of me.» he shoves two fingers in your pussy, making you writhe and ache for him to move. His clothes feel electric on your naked skin: it's humiliating that they are both still in their clothes, in a way; yet it also feels arousing. Besides, they'd get naked soon enough. Kuroo looks at the whole scene, while kneeling in front of the bed: your pussy spread out in front of him, yet he's forbidden from touching you, not until Kenma's sadism issatisfied. His fingers move in and out, while Kuroo is basically drooling: when he's satisfied, he tentatively danglesthem in front of Kuroo, a smirk plastered where his usual poker face stands. «Want a taste, Kuroo?» he teases, and shoves his fingers in his mouth, while Kuroo sucks on them like he was a man dying from thirst who had been offered water on the brink of his death.

just thinking about what transpired that night makes you wet still to this day

you usually end up sandwiched between the two of them when you're watching something or just cuddling

as you're cuddling, Kuroo would usually be the one to support you both: you usually lay on him, your head resting on his chest while he uses one hand to stroke your hair and the other to stroke any part of Kenma's body he can reach from his position

Kenma usually lays on top of you, with his head on your tummy, as he uses your chest as a console stand for his Switch (a/n the console this time BAHAHAHA)

as he plays on top of you, you love running your hands in his hair: you usually undo his bun, untangling his hair, then run your fingers through it, admiring the little goosebumps that surface on his skin, along with the little shivers he desperately tries to hide

that's just one of your cuddling positions though: another one you particularly love is when you rest your head on Kenma's lap, while Kuroo lays on you

in those times, your hands are in his hair, messing his bed head even more, although he doesn't particularly mind: he's laying on you after all

meanwhile Kenma is obviously playing a game, but will choose a chill one, which gives him the time to stroke your hair and look at you both with an embarrassed face, while Kuroo will tease him about that (a/n i need Kenma blushing in my life so badly-)

you take care of them both, and they take care of you as well

«Kenma..stop sitting like you're a question mark, please» you grab him by the neck, much like a cat, and pull him backwards, as to make him sit up straight. «He'll never learn, love. He'll end up hunched up like a croissant.» you let out a giggle, while the blond shots Kuroo a deadly look. «What? It's the truth, Kenma.» he kisses you, shooting him a challenging look. «Oh come on Kuroo, he'll get even grumpier than usual.» you kiss the blond's frown, and his face relaxes immediately. «I'm not grumpy...» he protests, as Kuroo lowers himself to stare at him dead in the eyes. «Bullshit. But since you're cute, I guess I'll let it slide this one time.» and kisses him, making the frown come back as he focuses on his game again. «I need to finish this video and you both are distracting me. Don't you have anything better to do?» he huffs, his puffed cheeks making you and Kuroo erupt in a loud laugh. «Sure, we can do each other.» he retorts, his shit eating grin making you shake your head. You loved those two dorks to death.

it's safe to say his gameplay took less than usual that day

Your predicament is such: you pressed between the two of them, your head resting on Kenma's shoulder while he passionately kisses your neck. Kuroo looks at the two of you, taking in the sight of the people he loves most in the world. Your necks are his weakness: he can't hold on any longer. When his mouth clashes with your neck, you can't help but let out a loud moan, your hands instinctively reaching for his hair, using it as leverage to shove his face deeper on yourself. «Something wrong, babe? You seem worked up.» he teases, while Kenma continues incessantly, his arms reaching to hug you from behind, his hands wandering around. «Seriously, Kuroo?» your breath is ragged, so instead of coming out as an angry question, it comes out as more of a whine. «I'm as serious as it gets, babe. So?» he licks an undefined spot, making you squirm in the very small available space between their bodies. You try to catch your breath. «How could I be composed when I have my two boyfriends ravaging my neck?» you blurt out, as they both chuckle.

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Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who met and formed a team with you after your online clips with your best friend Nagi caught the attention of famous streamer Kodzuken

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who worry about bringing you on Kenma’s stream so they can selfishly keep you away from other gamer boys

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who roll their eyes at you when you make a bad play, but the second anyone else criticizes you, they’ll be the first in the comments defending their amazing carry

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who stick to your sides at tournaments since you’re one of the few professional female players in the pro scene, they’re always worried someone might say something “cringe” to you

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who come to in-person practices at your place, where they always end up falling asleep on your couch, groggily telling you they’ll just leave in the morning

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who get tired easily after a long tournament with a lot of social interaction, and need some extra cuddles from you in the hotel room that night

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who insist you sleep between them while they stay up late on their handheld consoles, the only sounds being the aggressive button pressing

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who both know the other likes you, but it’s just much too daunting to try to compete for your affection, so they just mutually agree to share you

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who admit their feelings for you at the same time, figuring that’s the least embarrassing way to confess

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who look at each other confused when you start giggling, as you tell them people have always accused you of being a throuple, so now you can tell them they were right

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Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU + Written, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Content Warnings: Sexual jokes/content, mention of death threats, mature language

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

Created: October 6, 2023 Completed: (Ongoing) Update Schedule: I’m currently in the process of moving so just whenever I can :)

Masterlist:

Important Profiles: Y/N's Group Kenma's Group Prologue: Daddy Kink Cat Distribution System Chapter 1: Thirst Trap Hospital Food Chapter 2: Bedwars 🖊 Boredom 🖊 Chapter 3: Trending One Game Chapter 4: Calm Guilt 🖊 Chapter 5: Unhinged One in a Million Chapter 6: Cuddle Buddies 🖊 Casual Chapter 7: Rating The Cat Girl Chapter 8: A Dozen Men Little Things 🖊 Chapter 9: Scaredy Kitten Disappearing Act Chapter 10: Chapter 11: tbc . . .

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! This is my first post on Tumblr and the first SMAU I've ever written. Which, kudos to everyone else who makes SMAU's because they are a lot of work.

Just some basic info before you begin reading:

Y/N uses she/her pronouns and is feminine presenting.

Every chapter will have two parts, one part from Y/N's point of view and one part from Kenma's; the order will differ depending on the chapter.

Every update will be a double post so make sure you know you’re reading the correct one first, and reading both of them.

Time stamps don't really matter unless explicitly written by me so you can just ignore them :)

There will be both written and social media elements; written parts will be marked with a pen (🖊).

And I'm gonna be honest, while I love the anime I haven't actually watched it in a long time and I was never able to finish season three. That being said, if anything I write seems out of character for anyone just bear with me I'm trying my best lol.

Please feel free to give me any feedback and/or criticism to help me improve. And if any of the links aren't working just let me know and I'll try to get it fixed ASAP.

If you have any questions, don't feel too shy and reach out if possible; I promise I'll answer to the best of my ability.

(Also, just comment if you'd like to be on the taglist.)

Hope you enjoy the story :)

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