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2500????? THANK YOU?!!

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Been thinking about Bokuto and his love for fat girls<3 warnings: she/her pronouns, mentions of tits, eventual (not that detailed) smut, piv, fingering, thigh fucking, oral (m and f), and obviously chubby reader implications!

Koutoro Bokuto is a little all over the place. He likes a lot of things, in a wide variety and many different genres that is constantly changing. If you asked him if we was sure of anything he would always like, he’d say fat girls.

There’s nothing Bokuto loves mores then seeing a pretty girl with wide hips, a chubby tummy, and a round ass smiling at him as he walks by. He try’s to be respectful he really does! Poor baby just loves watching her tits jiggle when she passes by. And those full, round cheeks are so cute he just wants to squish her face whenever she smiles. But when Bokuto finally gets his own fat girlfriend…oh boy.

Bokuto won’t stand for your insecurities. No way. He’ll kiss every stretch mark, every roll, all your cellulite, all of it. There will be no inch of skin left untouched by his lips.

His hands are constantly wandering your body. On your thighs, on your tummy, hips, chest, ass. Constantly caressing and groping your fat, he’s obsessed!

Speaking of obsession, he’s damn near hypnotized by the way you jiggle. Your tits bouncing as you walk? In love. Your tummy jiggle as you shifting around in bed? His eyes are glued to it. Having to jump to put on jeans? Oh baby, he buys front row tickets to that show.

In fact, he’s so generous he’ll help you with your jeans! I mean..normally when he helps they end up on the floor with rest of your clothes- but he’s trying!

He just loves his woman so much! He can’t help that he constantly wants to play with her chubby pussy lips, or fuck her thighs, or stuff his cock inbetween her plump lips and watch her chubby cheeks get stuffed. You turn him on to much!

So, you have no one to blame but yourself when your on your nth orgasm of the day with Bo right between your fat thighs, his tongue playing with your clit as he massages your thick pussy lips with his fingers.

And he’ll tell you that when he finally takes out his thick, hard, leaking cock and finally puts it where it belongs. Deep inside you. He’ll tell you all about how sexy you are, and how much he loves your body and how your the perfect woman for him. All through groans, pants, and moans of your name. Good luck<3

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Icymi!

Ermm part 2 of the little Kenma Drabble :3 warnings: She/her pronouns, like 3(?) mentions of Y/N, I need to find a better term…

Kenma is far from a confident man. He was fairly confident in his gaming skills and knowledge, but that was all shattered after he was dominated in a 1v1 by a girl who just so happens to be the new club manager for his volleyball team. Keeping his head lower than usual his eyes not even trained on his hand held device but the floor as he and his long term friend, Kuroo, walk through the school halls together.

“Are you okay, man? Normally you’d atleast give me a sign of acknowledgement by telling me to shut up. But you’ve just been letting me talk this whole time!”

Has Kuroo seriously been yapping this whole time? Kenma was so lost in thought thinking about how practice is gonna go later he didn’t even realize what was going on around him! In fact, he was so preoccupied with remembering the gentle voice calling him ‘The best setter’ that he nearly died of embarrassment when he saw they were standing infront of the gym! That ‘later’ practice he was thinking about..was happening now.

“H-huh?! Oh yeah- I’m fine.”

Kenma quickly stuttered out his words as he shoves his hands in his pockets and walked towards the locker room to change.

Now, as Y/N stood beside coach Nekomata her diligent eyes scanned the room, trained on every new face that came in looking for him. She knew his face, she was a fan after all! Always showing up to watch the practice games, bringing signs to root for that pretty fake blonde at all the real games. Her gaze always focused on his eyes, so sharp and precise, anytime they’d make eye contact she felt as if they were the only ones in the room- scratch that- the world as he looked at her with those bright golden eyes.

She rocked back and forth on her feet as she waited for him, player #5. She was so ashamed but she didn’t know his name. The team captain was always more popular, and from what she’s heard the official setter doesn’t have many friends or talk to anyone besides his teammates. But she got to hear his voice. So smooth and the perfect pitch- deep enough to not sound like a child but not so deep it sounds fake. His laugh, god it made her head spin- and the way he said her name!? She had never been more thankful for having her real name in her gamer tag.

Did she have a plan here? Absolutely not. From the abrupt end of their call last night she figures he must be a little shy. But she can work with that! She cracked his shell online, she can do it in person too! And then, it happened. The moment she’s been waiting for since she found out the funny boy she beat in valorent last night was really the boy she’s had a crush on since she watch her school teams volleyball match. He walked in along side the team captain. Arms exposed just enough to see the lean defined lines from setting, his constant half lidded eyes scanning the room as he pulls his hair up.

As Kenma looked over to where coach Nekomata had everyone lined up, he saw who he could only assume was her. He recognized her face, she’s watched practices before. When the manager spot opened up she must of seized the opportunity he thought to himself. He joined the line up next to the other players, looking everywhere but at the annoyingly cute girl in front of him.

“This is your new Manger, Y/N. I expect you to treat her with as much respect you’d give us coaches.”

“It’s nice to meet you all! I hope we can all get along!”

As coach signals everyone to start warming up Kenma quickly turns to join until he’s stopped, his shoulder tensing as he hears his name.

“Not you, Kenma. Help our new manager get the water bottles filled. Show her to the nearest fountain and help her carry the bottles, would ya?”

Kenma slowly turns around muttering a quick “Yes, coach.” As he looks at her for the first time since he walked in the gym. Coach Nekomata walks over to the other team members as Kenma quietly mumbles “Follow me.” As he grabs the empty water bottles and shows her to the nearest fountain.

Y/n bites the inside of her cheek as she fills the bottles. The silence between them being akward to say the least. Finally she gains the courage to speak.

“If i didn’t know any better, I’d think your still sour from me beating you last night..”

Kenma perks up at her words, mentally debating on whether he should say something or not.

“I was never ‘sour’, you beat me fair and square. Which is something that doesn’t happen often..” He mumbles the last part to himself.

“Who knows! Maybe it was a fluke and next time you’ll beat me.”

“Next time?”

Shit.

“I mean- if we happen to be in the same lobby again-“

“Or I could send you a friend request and we could play together..”

Looking up from the fountain her gazes shifts to the boy beside her, whose eyes are trained to the floor with a pink blush settling on the tips of his ears. She smiles softly, filling up the last bottle as she speaks.

“Yknow, I never got your name.”

“…Kenma”

“Well, Kenma, wanna play after practice?”

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Litterally started this blog on a whim cause i wanted to post and talk with one of my favorite bloggers (who’s now my mutual 😝) and now im 15 followers away from 100??? WHAT??

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Foaming at the mouth

A blushy lil Levi for yall 🤭🥰

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@l3viat8an our man<3

my baby girl is back again :3 left Levi is based off of @imissthestarswhenicry + sum creative liberties! i miss him :’) someday i’ll finish the next chp of our love bleeds TT

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Oh..oh..

— GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA

tws & tags ;; nsfw. mdni. camgirl! reader. filming. objectification. vaginal. oral (f! receiving). praise. light impact play. light daddy kink. body worship. squirting — hcs into long fic (wc: 5.6k) part one.

GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA who keeps track of your viewership and subscriber trends more than you do.

FANBOY! KENMA who is, hence, the first to notice your uneasy sub count and lower-than-usual engagement. of course, being a famous streamer himself, he is familiar with slow periods and realises that current trends aren't a direct reflection of the quality of your content. he's certain that due to how sweet you are, and how successful your account is overall, your views will pick up in no time.

FANBOY! KENMA who is surprised and disappointed when your views, in fact, do not pick up.

FANBOY! KENMA who figures that — although it's nice that there's less trolls and spammers in your livestreams now, and that he doesn't have to bid against thousands of other fans for a private show anymore — the suspended growth of your channel cannot be a good thing. firstly, he doesn't enjoy imagining a sweet, gentle girl like you struggle financially, or struggle in any sense of the word. secondly, if your explicit content creation doesn't continue to provide a steady and decent stream of income, you'll probably abandon it, similar to how you stopped making gaming content. and of course, that would be kenma's worst nightmare.

FANBOY! KENMA who is this close to transferring someone's yearly salary straight into your bank account, just so he can implore you to keep making porn. but he unfortunately realises not only is that solution unsustainable, but it's also on a level of absolutely pathetic that he has yet to reach.

FANBOY! KENMA who is more concerned about your channel than he is his own. even if his gaming content were to suddenly lose motion, he'd still have his stocks and company investments to fall back on — but what do you have? shamefully, it keeps him up at night thinking that he soon might never see your gorgeous pussy plastered over his monitors again. or hear those cute moans as you mewl his (user)name over and over during one of your private shows.

FANBOY! KENMA who doesn't have to fret for long. on your main account, you send a text post to all your fans, admitting that your channel has been struggling recently. however, you weren't ready to give up so easily; you figured that in order for your account to blow up, you need to pull some sort of viral publicity stunt. something adjacent to sleeping with 100 men in one day, but unforunately you don't have the endurance for that. instead, you're looking for a popular, non-erotic youtuber to make content with.

FANBOY! KENMA is left aghast. not only at the vulgarity of your proposal, but also at how shockingly clever it was. by poaching a youtuber who doesn't already make nsfw content, you'll not only bring in their audience to your channel, but also a large portion of individuals who will want to see the content purely due to the curiousity and shock-factor alone. it was certainly the perfect scheme for a viral moment. the only glaring issue with your plan lied in the fact that there probably wasn't many popular youtubers who are willing to sacrifice their entire reputation, dignity and future sponsorships for a quick buck.

FANBOY! KENMA who is more than happy to end his youtube career for a quick fuck. especially from you.

FANBOY! KENMA who hesitantly messages you through his verified account, enquiring about the possiblity of a collab. he pays attention to the way he types and makes an effort to stray from his usual typing quirks, lest you recognise the way the types from the hours of private shows you've spent together. and the hundreds of comments he's left under your nude pics from his gooner account.

FANBOY! KENMA whose heart jumps in his chest when he receives a message back from you, which reads that you're delighted to get this oppertunity to work with him and you're happy to discuss setting up a date to meet in-person.

FANBOY! KENMA whose cock stiffens at the mere thought of finally seeing you in real life. getting feel those cute tits, and admire your gorgeous face up close. it makes him light-headed to think he might get to taste that tight cunt he's spent so many late nights drooling over. in fact, he struggles to even picture you in three dimensions — you're just so gorgeous with the most perfect tits, a small part of him suspected you must be some sort of hyper-realistic v-tuber.

but no, you're real. you're a real person and soon he's going to meet you in real life and feel the inside of that pretty hole that he's been obsessing over for years.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Main Street Flats. Room 605. It's on the sixth floor but the elevator is broken right now </3 see you soon!

his heart is pounding in his ears as he gently knocks on your door. despite streaming for audience of over twenty thousand viewers on a weekly basis, this is the most nervous he's felt since highschool. his stomach churned and pulsed, as he gripped onto the hem of his hoodie and prayed he wouldn't throw-up.

the worst part was his original fears would only spawn new ones; in the beginning, his biggest worries pertained to his desirability — what if you think he's too ugly and grimy to have sex with? — and his identity — what if you somehow recognise him from his gooner account and figure out he's perverted loser? it was an endless spiral of anxiety that halted when your apartment door swung open.

"oh, hi! you're here early." you sing, noticing him visibly stiffen at the sudden introduction. famous youtuber and twitch streamer , applepi : this guy was a big name in a the gaming sphere at the moment. admittedly, you didn't watch a lot of his content, but his influence and fame was undeniable. you revised for this meeting by binge watching his past livestreams, so you weren't going in totally blind — overall, he seemed like a sweet guy and the perfect candidate for your publicity stunt.

plus, he was so cute. his hair is long for a guy, and slightly bleach damaged, but it suited him somehow. his features were appealing to look at too ; piercing eyes that are almost feline. though they are currently widened to match his awkwardly startled expression.

or at least, that's what you thought. really, although you did surprise him a bit at first, the reason he was still stood staring at you in prolonged silence, was simply because he was soaking up your ethereal presence. he couldn't believe you were real and standing right afore him.

and you were exactly like your account promised. no editing or filters. that pretty face with those glossy lips that tempt in-person just as much as they do online. your perfectly shaped body was currently clad in a baggy pair of shorts and a low-cut tank top which exposed the bold curve of your tits and that salacious cleavage which was already starting to drive him crazy. was it bad that he already wanted to start sucking on those pretty tits? was he perverted for wanting to rip those shorts right off to see if your pussy was as cute and tight as it is online?

fuck, he's not even been here for a minute yet and already getting hard.

"uh— hello? kenma. you there?" you ask with a curious tilt of your head, since he seemed too stunned to respond.

snapped out of his trance, he hurriedly stammers out a reply, "uh, yeah— hi."

"hi," you repeat with a kind smile, "kenma. that's your name, right?"

"yeah." he mumbles, his cock throbbing upon hearing you say his real name in that melodic voice. he was so used to hearing you mewl and moan, it was kinda weird hearing you talk normally.

"why don't you come in?" you offer, stepping out of the way and softly gesturing for him to enter. he does so, timidly shuffling inside and examining your flat while you shut the door behind him.

he could help but gawk at his surroundings , having finally step foot in your home — it was like a place of mystery and myth. having seen snapshots of your flat in the background of your posts and videos, it was as though he was finally putting together the strangest puzzle. what he never sussed out earlier though, is that you live in a studio. still, he recognises the various parts from content. there, to his immeidate right, was your kitchen area, and the familiar countertop you are bent over in many up-skirt pics. in front of him, there is the large window which you frequently pose nude in front of , which would leave him seething at the thought of any pervvy window-cleaners catching a glimpse of you. against the adjacent wall, was your infamous desk with your pc setup on it, surely the one you would use to broadcast your rauchy livestreams. it felt terribly meta seeing the device in-person, along with your leathery gaming chair, which is shockingly prisitne, yet he seen first-hand how much squirt that thing has been covered with. finally , although he couldn't view it well from where he was standing, a few feet behind your desk was your bed. the main attraction.

"sorry, i don't have a living room or anything, but feel free to sit down here." you scramble to pull out one of the bar stools by your kitchen counter, and it grates against the wooden flooring, causing kenma to wince, "would you like me to get you a beverage? maybe a tea or something?"

cautiously, he sits down on the stool and his eyes follow your figure as you move round the counter into the kitchen to prepare yourself a drink, "water, please."

after removing two wine glasses from your cabinet, you fill each one with water from your filter, "yeah, i'm not feeling tea right now either. and coffee probably isn't advisable." you snicker to yourself, and kenma smirks.

he mutters his thanks as you hand him a glass, and you remain on the opposite side of the counter as you converse, "so, i was thinking we could shoot a video today?" you say, shockingly casual, then take a lengthy sip of your water, "is that okay with you, or do you just want to stick with photos?"

"a video is fine." kenma croaks, attempting to not choke on his water.

"great. my bed is just round there. i've set up some lights and a tripod too, so we should be good to go. oh, and clean sheets." you explain, trying your best to project confidence and praying that he doesn't pick up on how inexperienced you are — especially as you are meant to be the 'expert'. but your insistent lack of eye-contact and stammering might've given you away. "heh, i should admit, i've never done anything like this before."

kenma raises an eyebrow, "hm? i thought this is your job."

"sorta. what i mean is that i usually make, erm— solo content. i'm not used to working with others. not like this anyway." you idly fidget with the stem of your glass, beginning to ramble from sheer panic, "i mean, sometimes my friends might help me take pics. y'know, posing or getting the right lighting. but they don't feature in any, it's mostly just me. well, except for that one time, but yeah."

kenma was forced to sit there and grip onto the stem of his glassware and pretend like he didn't know exactly what you were talking about. (for your birthday, you released exclusive content, wherein fans could buy you stuff off your amazon wishlist and receive special photos in return. most of them were of you in your birthday suit, but a couple of the more candid ones showed you dancing in the club with your friends.)

"i'm new to this as well. but we'll work it out together." he reassures, in his silky voice that already has you rubbing your thighs together with anticipation.

"alright. i guess i'm done with my drink. do you want to just, erm, get started?" you inquire through gritted teeth, and he answers your question by simply getting up and following you to your bed.

before you plop yourself down at the end of the bed, and he perches beside you, the camera is first turned on and the lights are adjusted to suit. "i hope they are not too bright?" you ask, as you notice he sublty winces at the harsh illumination.

"it's fine." he shrugs.

"okay, i find this setting works well for me when i'm on my own. but let me know if you wanna change it."

well, kenma thinks to himself, if this is the lighting that makes you look like an otherwordly, divine spirit in all of your videos, then he must be able to put some faith in it.

"also, remember, the key to a good porno is lots of foreplay. think you can do that?" you challenge, and without hesitation, kenma nods.

"great, in that case, should we just start?" you suggest, toying with your own fingers, "don't worry about messing up or getting it right the first time. i rarely get the right footage in one take, it usually takes me three or four rounds before i get the perfect shot."

fuck, there's no way. as soon as the words exit your word, there's a horny pang that ruptures through kenma's mind, almost causing him to shudder. all the times he's seen you squirt at your desk , or orgasm uncontrollably on your bed, that's been the third or fourth take? to think, how swollen and sore your poor little clit must've been from all that stimulation, just to get the perfect shot for your viewers. you were too heavenly. and what he would do to give that sweet clit a kiss.

"kenma? hello?" you call out, as he appears to be lost in a daze once again.

"uh, hi." he jumps back to reality with a firm blink, "thanks. i'm down to reshoot as many times as we need." which is true, he's been working on his stamina and going on runs specifically for this purpose.

"that's great. but are you sure that you want to do this today? you seem a bit distracted."

he shakes his head slightly, "i'm fine."

"if you say so." you sigh, as you sit up and throw one of your legs over kenma's lap so you are straddling him, "the cameras are rolling, so let's go. don't hold back on me." you purr, arching your back into him and tugging him up by his hoodie's drawstrings into a deep kiss, which he is quick to reciprocate.

it's as though he was having some sort of out-of-body experience, like his mind just couldn't comprehend that you — the woman he's been fanning over and masterbating to for years — was finally on top of him. and he didn't need to empty his bank account for it to happen.

despite the surreal feeling, he tried his best to ground himself by slipping a hand under your shorts and squeezing a handful of your ass, reminding him that you were real and he could touch you. in fact, your lips even vibrated against his own as you mewl over the rough groping. he was more randy than you initially assumed, but that's not to say you didn't enjoy it.

as your lips weaved together in a sensual rhythm, his hand becomes increasingly eager and is able to locate your pantie-clad pussy under your loose shorts. his fingertips poked at and explored your soft folds, and he could feel the wet patch in the fabric where it was drooling for him. the camera would only show his hand stuffed between your thighs, but you knew how his slender fingers were toying with your supple cunt.

similarly, as you got lost in the kiss, his fingers drew towards your clit like a magnet to metal, even through the damp fabric of your panties. it was odd but also kinda a turn-on how familiar he was with female anatomy — you figured he must get a lot of action, or something like that. little did you know, he didn't know the first thing about women's biology , he was only able to find your clit so easily due to the fact he's seen so many of your livestreams that an image of your pussy is basically seared onto his prefrontal cortex. so, considering how much time he's spent watching you abuse that little nub with your vibrator, it would be shameful if he didn't couldn't locate your clit in under a second.

your lips were still dancing against his in a sloppy kiss and your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and your soft tits were pressed against his chest and was it just his imagination of could he feel those cute nipples poking him through your tank top? while you whined into his mouth, his hand adventured under your shorts and rubbed that spongy spot between your folds and you were so wet it was seeping through your panties and sticking to his fingers and when he moved to slap your cunt , he could feel the dip where that tight hole was and how the fabric clung to it and— and fuck, he needs to tear this shit off you.

you try to put on a performance for the viewers — make a little show out of tugging your shorts of for the video that was hopefully going to be viewed by thousands , if not millions of horny gamers. but kenma prevented you from doing so.

"hurry up." his fingers, which were previously digging into the supple flesh of your thighs, move to keenly tug at your waistband. although you were making good progess sensually pulling your shorts down as you sway your hips for the camera, kenma is far to impatient and you stumble as he rushes them all the way down your legs and carelessly tosses them aside.

he grabs a fistful of your newly exposed ass cheek and kneads it in his hand, pulling you back in and deepening the kiss once again. "you're so pretty like this.." he rumbles against your mouth, and you can't help but smile. "better than i imagined." maybe he shouldn't have said that, especially as he's trying to pretend like he's not a fanboy that's been routinely pleasuring himself to you for the last year.. but it's the heat of the moment, and it's so true. he could've never conceptualised how angelic you'd feel, how sweet you'd taste and how deliciously lewd you'd smell.

you're so soft and malleable and light, it's like if he held you too firmly you'd shatter, but if he loosened his grip you might dissipate into thin air. and he couldn't let that happen.

a low whimper is strung from his throat as you lightly grind hips down against his throbbing erection. the noise he made caused him to cringe a little, hence his hand instinctually gripped your ass harder, and it didn't help when you giggled quietly while littering kisses over his jawline and neck. no, that only made him even more self-conscious, and in a fit of frustration, he smacks your ass with all the strength he has in his arm. then, he does it again.

you squeal slightly and strighten up, clinging to his shoulder and looking down at his blank face with a pout. his hands massages the warm area upon which he delivered his merciless strike, squeezing at your raw skin. "sorry.." he says timidly, though the lustful and greedy glint at his eye suggests that he might not be so apologetic.

still, you howl with your back turned to the camera, "ow, kenma!" and he genuinely feels guilty for a split second, until you lean in and whisper into his ear, quiet enough so the microphone wouldn't pick up on it, "do it harder next time, please."

kenma's eyes widen, and the insenity of his erection has suddenly shifted from mild to unbearable. thankfully, you are there to lead the way, and you push him back so he is laying on the bed, and you crawl on top of him, pecking all across his neck while he desperately works on unzipping his fly. usually, he taking his clothes off in front of a camera and professional lightening would've caused him a decent amount of mental turmoil, but fortunately due to the extreme discomfort between his legs, he was able to bypass that phase and skip straight to the part where he is trying to shove his cock into your snug little cunt. the cocksleeve of his dreams.

but of course, you are there to interupt him by grabbing his dick with your cute hands and whispering, "remember what i said about foreplay." kenma presses his lips into a fine line, almost tearing up while attempting not to come undone right there in your hand.

you let go and shuffle forward so you're straddling his lower torso, and your pantie-clad pussy is sat on his lower abdomen. you take the hem of your fitted tank top and pull it up over your head, and out fall your gorgeous tits. just the right size and it's like your pebbled nipples were staring right at him, begging to be sucked and toyed with, calling out desperately for attention, crying out just like how they did online during your private livestreams together. except the only difference is this time, kenma can actually reach out and pinch those adorable nubs with his own fing—

"kenma!" you yelp, feeling the hot cum that was leaking down his shaft touch your lower back. fuck, he came. despite his effort to bite it back, upon seeing your perfect tits, his seed naturally came spilling out too, drooling down the length of his cock and staining his thighs and the part of your back and ass that had been situated near him.

"mph, sorry. you're too hot.." he groaned, in a low enough tone that the microphone probably couldn't have picked it up. you furrow your brows and look down at him with a disatisfied pout; though you can feign anger all you want, doesn't change the fact you were secretly endeared by how easily he came for you. he's like putty if your hands. not that this kind of treatment from men is foreign to you — you entertain gooner fanboys all day, it's kinda your job — but kenma wasn't one of them. no, he's a famous livestreamer and millionaire stock-trader, who most women would be delighted to have sex with but he's still so down bad for you.

but you're only a niche camgirl; he'd probably never even heard of you before you reached out to him about a collab.

your chest heaved as you were momentarily fixated on the feeling of his hot cum splattered on your back, running down your skin in drops, over the rotund globe of your ass and back down on to his lower stomach where you were sat. meanwhile, his narrow eyes explored your perfect figure some more. your pretty tits, the tempting dip of your waist, your erect nipples, your panties which clung to the outline of your damp cunt: of course, he's seen it all before online, but this was different. and so much better.

his hands traced your silhouette, sliding up and down the sensual curves of your body and cupping those perky tits. the words left him without considersation, "can i taste?" he croaked.

"of course." you hummed politely in response. however, you were lost in thoughts of your own, and were not paying attention to the way he was lecherously gazing at your tits. hence, you assumed he was referring to something else. and this misunderstanding only manifests when you shuffle forward, pull your panties aside and sit on his face.

but kenma doesn't protest. not only because he's suffocating in your pussy and can hardly speak, but also because he prefers it this way. he relished the oppertunity and grips your thighs, pressing them further down against his mouth.

his lips work against your folds, feverishly, lapping at your sopping labia and sucking on it — savouring at prisitine juices you have to offer. his eyes screw shut as he loses himself in your wet cunt, thrusting his tongue into your hole eagerly and devouring you like a depraved, starving man. and fucking loves it too, and this time he can't even bring himself to hide it; you can tell by the way he moans into your pussy and whispers all sorts of nasty shit under his breath about how your tight hole is going to rip his tongue off, or how you long he's been dreaming about eating you out.

and those are only the things you manage to hear over the obscene, wet noises his mouth is making against your cunt. you're not sure if it's from the sloppy make-out session he has with your folds, or if it is from his tongue repeatedly drilling into your sopping hole, but something is emitting a squealching sounds which you pray the microphone will detect.

"hah— mmh, t' much.." you whine, your fingers winding into his darkened roots as your squirm against his face, "you're so good, kenma."

"not done.." he grits, squeezing the meat of your thighs and burying himself deeper into your fluttering hole, "'m not done tasting you."

"but i'm close!" you blurt out, legs tensing around his head as a burning heat swirls within your abdomen.

"do it." he groaned, hips rutting into thin air as his tongue furiously pierces into your desperate pussy. "finish on my face.. please, baby, cum on me." at first it was a harsh demand, but the more your sweet pussy filled his senses, it became a plea.

soon, your first orgasm wracked through your shivering body, causing your walls to constrict around kenma's tongue, but that didn't stop him from him from kissing your hole as you climaxed. once you were finished though — your body relaxed and your pornographic shrieks fade into heavy breathing — when you move to pull yourself off his face, his hands grip onto your thighs and hold you in place. his lips then begin to move again as he reestablishes a rhythm to continue eating you out.

his enthusiasm, although cute, was lost on you as you keep trying to pull yourself off his face, to no avail. he whines, words muffled by his mouth locked to your pussy, "nggh, please, princess. 'm not done. let me go again. you're so tasty." his fingers cling to your supple flesh, unable to let you go.

you squirm against his face from the ticklish vibrations of his voice against your clit. yours hands grasp meekly onto his longish blond locks, idly massaging his scalp, "mm, but we need to keep going, honey. for the.." your breath hitches, and you mouth the final word, "film."

"fuck the video.." he groans, pressuring your cunt down against his mouth as he starts gnawing at your insides once again. his lips peppered sloppy kisses at your puckered entrance, then his tongue wormed through your restrictive walls and lapped at gummy spot within you, causing back to arch and an utterly pornographic moan to be yanked from you.

instictually, your hips began to rut against his face as your body revels in the feral way he eats out your pussy. "so good, baby.. can't get enough of you, please don't ever make me leave." he murmurs, stamina fueled by a lust-induced trance.

"think you c— ngh— kenma!" you open your mouth to tease him but your abruptly cut off by a string of moans and sobs that your body is no longer able to suppress. from the way his tongue laps at your puffy folds and his nose prods at your delicate clit, there's a growing desire in the pit of your stomach which is becoming increasingly difficult to hide.

"you like that ? feel good?"

originally you'd been trying to stay collected as this was only just the foreplay, but he was doing something to you, and you just couldn't contain yourself any longer. there you were on your bed riding his face and jutting your hips against him, craving friction and selfishly chasing your high without a care in the word for the man suffocating between your legs.

his whole arms were locked around your legs to keep you in place and his eyes were squeezed shut as he delved into your hole, pushing into you repeatedly while you called for to him. "kenma! please!" you pleaded to the ceiling. " 'm right there , please."

"anything for you. just cum for me, kitten. let it all out. finish on my face again." his tongue was too far up your hole and he was too immersed in your needy, juicy cunt to give a fuck about the cringy pet name. that's what he's always called you in his head — his cute little kitten, with innocent eyes and a hidden fierceness — even when he was just a fan , pumping his cock to your digital pussy on his screen. but now it was real , as real as your arousal smearing his chin and dripping down his throat.

and as real as the squirt gushing from your pussy as you climaxed, drenching his face and neck. his tongue was freed from your spasming hole but he continued to suck on and nibble at your pulsing clit, massaging your ass to coax you through your high.

it was euphoric, your pent-up stress releasing as a wave of bliss coarsed through your body. your muted screamed bounced off the wall as you revelled in the sensation, without a drop of care for your neighbours or those who might overhear.

as your coming down, the orgasmic dizziness begins to fade and your seneses sharpen, which is when you become conscious of a hot fluid dripping down your back. your brows furrow, and you try to reach your hand back to touch it but unfortunately your arms don't bend that far. that's when you hear a murmur of a dishevelled kenma from between your legs, mouth still brushed up against your clit, "erm, sorry. again."

you turn around to see that he came a second time, and now his cum has spurted all up his chest and some must've also splattered across your back, again.

all you can do is titter in response, shuffling off his face and kneeling on the bed beside him, "don't worry about it.." taking his slender hand in your own, you guide it towards your hips as you twist around and bend over on the bed, bracing yourself with your elbows with your ass in the air. "c'mon. 'm ready to take you." still riding your depleting high, you look back at him with your bottom lip captured betwen your teeth and a wanton glint in your eyes. "wanna hurry up and give it to me, daddy?"

even though a part of him reckoned you were playing it up for the camera, he couldn't help but relish at how needy you are. who knew fucking yourself stupid with a dildo and toying with your clit all day while livestreaming wasn't enough for your greedy little pussy? still desperate to get stuffed by him; a guy you hardly knew. god, it drove him crazy to think about.

he swiftly sat up and aligned himself with your entrance, smearing the head of his cock over your glistening folds and lubricating himself with your arousal. he couldn't believe this. his breath hitched at the sight , along with the realisation that he was about to enter the same sweet cunt that he's been dreaming about for ages. he salivates at the notion, wondering whether your walls would squeeze his dick just like he imagined.

there was only one way to find out. wasting no time, the distance between his hips and yours narrow as he buries himself into your creamy hole. his eyes screw shut and he clenches a fistful of your ass, experiecing an overwhelming level of satisfaction as your walls grip onto his length. "nngh, i knew this pussy was made for me.." he grumbles, torso going slack as he leans forward, body laying against yours, with his cheek pressed against the back of your neck — without an ounce of concern for the cum on your back which was now surely staining his chest further.

"mhm, n' you fill me up so good." you mewl, squirming back against him and appreciating the inches of stimulation it brings you. you're given some time to adjust to his impressive length, stretching your stubborn walls to fit him inside you while he remained stagnant, body caving into yours as he savoured the moment.

" n' you're so fucking tight too.. you're like a dream come true." he droned in his usual monotone voice, "don't think i can ever pull out of you. this is where i belong. deep inside you." talk about pussy-drunk; this is the most talkative you've seen him so far.

it took one or two more agitated squirms before he figured out you were attempting to covertly ask for more. as much as he was enjoying himself cuddling into your back while balls-deep in your cunt, he straightening his posture and slowly begins to rock his hips into you. starting a reasonable and moderate pace, and working his way up until he was hurriedly slamming his cock into your pussy over and over.

a staggered cry emitted from your mouth with every harsh slap of his hips against yours ass, along with the cruel pierce of his length against yoru cervix. your whole body was rocked by his brutal force, and your tits swung in such an overt way — easily identifiable by a potential viewer.

"hah— yes, ke— kenma! right— there—" the breathy words stumbled out of you, accompanied by a high-pitched whine of pleasure. "no— no one's ever— mph, fucked me like this!"

"you're taking it so well, kitten." meanwhile, kenma's focus was zeroed in on your ass, watching it bounce against him as he pounded into your sopping hole repeatedly. the juices seeped out of you — an unholy mixture of precum, your wetness and his saliva — and culminated in a ring at the base of his cock.

your gummy walls swallowed him whole and took him so nicely. hugging every inch of his unloved cock and showing him the affection he deserved. so tight, and so good for him. it almost made him feel bad for mercilessly drilling into you. "just like that. stay just like that, pretty girl." he heaved, as his fingers idly trail up your thighs until they reach your folds, wherein he begins to rub and pinch at your clit.

it was all just so much. his expert fingers; his fat cock; his warm body against yours. plus, you were still sensitive from your previous two orgasms. the rigid knot was building up within you so quickly. your body was tensing and he could sense you were close from the way your walls clung to his unforgiving dick. "please, ke— enma. i'm so close, i'm so fucking close."

"shh. i know, baby. n' i'm going to take care of you. so just relax." his voice his shaky yet so calming and remorseful; in stark contrast to the way his dick keeping ploughing into you, relentlessly bullying your poor cervix and your aching little hole. this was serious, as reflected by the severe glint in his eyes; this means a lot more to him just some stupid video. he's a man on a mission.

his length ravaged your insides yet it was stroking all the right places, just as his hands caressed your thighs and ass. "such a good girl. can't believe this pussy's all mine."

with that, you tossed your head back and let pure bliss encapsulate your trembling body. your arms gave out from underneath you but the overwhelming pleasure coarsing through you distracted from the discomfort of your face hitting the mattress. despite how your cunt clamped down on him, kenma attempted to still fuck you through your high, but all he managed was a few feeble thrusts and a single stroke of your clit before he came undone inside you.

your moans bounced off the walls and filled the room. it was hard to cope with the conjestive feeling of his hot seed permeating your insides, but you were given time to lay down and recover. and soon, kenma's twitching body collapsed on top of you and joined you.

his dick was still buried in your stuffed pussy , and he was a bit heavy on top of you, but you were far too worn out to utter a complaint about it. instead, you just laid there and tried to catch your breath, flinching occasionally.

until you eventually spoke up, "that was a good demo. i think we've still got a lot of practising to do though, before we're ready to shoot the real thing."

"sure." he replied plainly.

there was a beat of silence between you, in which you could hear kenma still puffing for air. to lighten the mood, you ask, "by the way, what's with the nickname? 'kitten' ; i've never heard that one before."

"oh, do you not like it?"

"no, i don't mind it." you say defensively, "well, maybe you shouldn't use it during the final take, but it's not that bad. certainly new. never been called that before, which is pretty crazy considering guys online have called me plenty of unique nicknames: pumpkin, sugarplum, even honey muffin — but not kitten."

"hm, i think it just reminded me of you." he explains flatly, "but now that i think about it, i guess 'bunny' might've suited you more."

"hm, how come?"

"cos of your halloween costume. remember?"

"oh, yeah!" you giggle at the memory; the year you went as a bunny was certainly a wild one. gosh, it must've been ages ago now.. you think to yourself. and suddenly, your heart rate begins to increase as a realisation comes crashing down on you:

"huh, it's strange you know that, though. considering the only people who know about that costume are my friends, and the fifteen people who bought the pictures off my account."

shit.

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Maybe I do need to start Jjk…

the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

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Me when Re5 taken over by wesker Jill Valentine shows up

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Ermm part 2 of the little Kenma Drabble :3 warnings: She/her pronouns, like 3(?) mentions of Y/N, I need to find a better term…

Kenma is far from a confident man. He was fairly confident in his gaming skills and knowledge, but that was all shattered after he was dominated in a 1v1 by a girl who just so happens to be the new club manager for his volleyball team. Keeping his head lower than usual his eyes not even trained on his hand held device but the floor as he and his long term friend, Kuroo, walk through the school halls together.

“Are you okay, man? Normally you’d atleast give me a sign of acknowledgement by telling me to shut up. But you’ve just been letting me talk this whole time!”

Has Kuroo seriously been yapping this whole time? Kenma was so lost in thought thinking about how practice is gonna go later he didn’t even realize what was going on around him! In fact, he was so preoccupied with remembering the gentle voice calling him ‘The best setter’ that he nearly died of embarrassment when he saw they were standing infront of the gym! That ‘later’ practice he was thinking about..was happening now.

“H-huh?! Oh yeah- I’m fine.”

Kenma quickly stuttered out his words as he shoves his hands in his pockets and walked towards the locker room to change.

Now, as Y/N stood beside coach Nekomata her diligent eyes scanned the room, trained on every new face that came in looking for him. She knew his face, she was a fan after all! Always showing up to watch the practice games, bringing signs to root for that pretty fake blonde at all the real games. Her gaze always focused on his eyes, so sharp and precise, anytime they’d make eye contact she felt as if they were the only ones in the room- scratch that- the world as he looked at her with those bright golden eyes.

She rocked back and forth on her feet as she waited for him, player #5. She was so ashamed but she didn’t know his name. The team captain was always more popular, and from what she’s heard the official setter doesn’t have many friends or talk to anyone besides his teammates. But she got to hear his voice. So smooth and the perfect pitch- deep enough to not sound like a child but not so deep it sounds fake. His laugh, god it made her head spin- and the way he said her name!? She had never been more thankful for having her real name in her gamer tag.

Did she have a plan here? Absolutely not. From the abrupt end of their call last night she figures he must be a little shy. But she can work with that! She cracked his shell online, she can do it in person too! And then, it happened. The moment she’s been waiting for since she found out the funny boy she beat in valorent last night was really the boy she’s had a crush on since she watch her school teams volleyball match. He walked in along side the team captain. Arms exposed just enough to see the lean defined lines from setting, his constant half lidded eyes scanning the room as he pulls his hair up.

As Kenma looked over to where coach Nekomata had everyone lined up, he saw who he could only assume was her. He recognized her face, she’s watched practices before. When the manager spot opened up she must of seized the opportunity he thought to himself. He joined the line up next to the other players, looking everywhere but at the annoyingly cute girl in front of him.

“This is your new Manger, Y/N. I expect you to treat her with as much respect you’d give us coaches.”

“It’s nice to meet you all! I hope we can all get along!”

As coach signals everyone to start warming up Kenma quickly turns to join until he’s stopped, his shoulder tensing as he hears his name.

“Not you, Kenma. Help our new manager get the water bottles filled. Show her to the nearest fountain and help her carry the bottles, would ya?”

Kenma slowly turns around muttering a quick “Yes, coach.” As he looks at her for the first time since he walked in the gym. Coach Nekomata walks over to the other team members as Kenma quietly mumbles “Follow me.” As he grabs the empty water bottles and shows her to the nearest fountain.

Y/n bites the inside of her cheek as she fills the bottles. The silence between them being akward to say the least. Finally she gains the courage to speak.

“If i didn’t know any better, I’d think your still sour from me beating you last night..”

Kenma perks up at her words, mentally debating on whether he should say something or not.

“I was never ‘sour’, you beat me fair and square. Which is something that doesn’t happen often..” He mumbles the last part to himself.

“Who knows! Maybe it was a fluke and next time you’ll beat me.”

“Next time?”

Shit.

“I mean- if we happen to be in the same lobby again-“

“Or I could send you a friend request and we could play together..”

Looking up from the fountain her gazes shifts to the boy beside her, whose eyes are trained to the floor with a pink blush settling on the tips of his ears. She smiles softly, filling up the last bottle as she speaks.

“Yknow, I never got your name.”

“…Kenma”

“Well, Kenma, wanna play after practice?”

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SHES SO BEAUTIFUL I JUST WANNA SMOOCH HER FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAA

claireee hehehee💖💗💜

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The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Little Ken Drabble cause he’s my little loser<3

Kenma Kozume is a lot of things. He’s quiet, reserved, and a fucking loser. Spending all his nights in game lobby’s shit talking other players while he dominates the leader board is his preferred way to spend his time. But what happens when a females voice pops in through his headset telling him he’s ’absolute dogshit’?

Well, him being the feminist he is, he challenges her to a 1v1. He’s a fair man, after all! Man or woman, he can take them down. Oh, how wrong he was. Not even 10 minutes into the match he’s died 3 times. ‘How is this happening?’ He thinks to himself. He’s a good player, a great player even. But this chick is single handedly kicking his ass. At the end of the match he does the mature thing to do and congratulates her on her win.

Hopping into a separate vc they chat for a little bit. ‘She knows her stuff..’ he thinks as he listens to her soft voice. “Well, I gotta get to bed, i got school in the morning plus I just signed up to the manager of this sports club..” “Oh, really? What sport?” “Volleyball! My schools team is actually really good. We have the best setter!” “Huh..I play volleyball..and I’m a setter..” “you wouldn’t happen to go to Nekoma high school would you..?” “..I gotta go-!”

And with the speed of light he throws his head set off and leaves the call. Not only is this girl incredible at games, but she’s now the manager of his club and she thinks he’s a good setter? Why will cute girls always be his downfall..?

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Haikyuu!!

◇ - Fluff, ♡ - Smut, ♤ - angst, ☆ -Stars favorites

SEIJOH-

Kyotani Kentaro

Needy bf ◇

NEKOMA-

Kozume kenma

Loser boy ◇ pt.2 ◇

Fukorodani-

Koutoro Bokuto

Fat girl enthusiast ♡

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Sighhh been thinking about Kyotani who’s so desperate for your love and affection but doesn’t know how to ask..

(chubby, fem, reader in mind but all inclusive, 1 mention of boobs)

I can see it now, Kyotani sitting on your bed, pretending to scroll on his phone but honestly his eyes are on you. His pretty baby sitting down, doing their makeup. He thinks you’re an angel, how could someone look so pure and lovely while doing absolutely nothing at all? He feels himself getting frustrated, so worked up over the sight of you. He wanted a kiss, your hands on his face, you in his lap, something! He huffs under his breath, grumbling to himself. This of course doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Kyo?” You hum his name, looking at him through the mirror. His head shoots up, immediately meeting your gaze as he grunts in response.

Patting the side of your thigh you tilt your head, beckoning him over. He stands up walking over to where you sat, his large frame towering over you as he waits for another command.

Simply pointing to the floor beside you he quickly drops to his knees, his eyes now level with your exposed collarbones. Oh how he’d love to kiss across your skin, his tongue gliding across all your sensitive spots-

“Why’re you pouting?” Your voice breaks his trance. His eyebrows furrow in response to your question, his scowl deepening. “I don’t pout.” He huffs out.

“Okay, baby.” You scoff lightly, breaking eye contact with your own reflection to look at Kyotani, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. You put the cap on your eyeliner, hands reaching out to cradle his face.

“What’s the matter, Sweets?” You sweetly coo. Your face holds a mock pout and any other time he’d make a fuss, but right now he couldn’t care less. The way you’re looking at him mixed with your soft hands holding him so gently Kyotani thinks he can die happy.

His eyes soften, his gaze cloudy with love as he loses himself in the moment. He lets out a barely audible hum as he leans more into your palms. His own arms moving to wrap around your plump waist as he shoves his face into your breasts.

You let out a soft giggle, running your fingers through his buzzed hair. “Kyo, baby. Talk to me.” You coo gently only to get a grunt in response. “Nothing. I’m good now.” He states with a soft sigh. “So there was something wrong?” You tease, scratching his scalp. “You fixed it.” It’s the only response you get before he hooks one arm under your knees and tightens the one still on your waist as he picks you up.

Walking over to your bed he gently lays you down, before unceremoniously plopping down on top of you. You let out a grunt of surprise that quickly turns into soft laughter as Kyotani hides his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. “Yknow, if you wanted attention you could have just said that.” You tease. Kyotani nips at your neck before whispering “I’m getting there..”

I haven’t posted in forever >_< sorry guys </3

Request are open!!

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Stupid loser (affectionate<3)

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kenma kozume x gender neutral reader, fluff, just reader being silly <3

this is my first work like this, i don't love it but i thought it was cute :)

wc: 360 ✰

"kenmaaaa." you flop onto his bed, ignoring the huff your boyfriend lets out as he's jostled by your movement. "i have a question."

he doesn't answer, too focused on the console in his hands, but the slight tilt of his head tells you he's still listening.

“do you have a crush?”

there’s another moment of silence, but it’s cut off by kenma actually pausing his game and looking up at you, confused. “... what?”

“a crush. do you have one?” you roll onto your stomach to face him, legs moving up to kick idly behind you.

“am i supposed to say you?” he sounds unimpressed. rude.

you let out a dramatic gasp in response, scooting closer. “is it me? really?”

kenma looks about ready to push you off the bed, hands already moving towards his handheld again. “are you being serious?”

“dead.” a poke to his cheek. “c’mon, i need to know!”

“y/n, cut it out, of course you’re my crush.”

another gasp. “you admit it! you like me!”

kenma is very much regretting pausing his game. he rubs at his eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to even agree to let you come watch him play. he met you through kuroo, which should have already given him a good idea of your personality, but he foolishly assumed that you couldn’t be worse than his rooster haired best friend. he was wrong.

“yeah, i like you.”

“do you…” you pause for dramatic effect. “... like-like me?”

he throws a pillow at your head. “y/n, we’ve literally been dating for a year.”

“i needed to make sure!”

kenma goes back to his game with a slight roll of his eyes. “as if. you know you’re the only person i would ever feel this way for.”

after his comment goes without a reaction from you, he starts to worry he’s said the wrong thing. he pauses the game again, already opening his mouth to form an apology, but instead he’s tackled to his back by your hug.

“ah! stop, stop-!”

a sloppy kiss to his cheek shuts him up. “i love you, nerd.”

“you’re so gross.”

he loves you too.

likes/rbs are appreciated!