#Kenma kozume x reader

[alpali]

Kenma likes this habit you have when you kiss him. You usually do this when he’s at practice. Sweating so much and obviously tired.

“He always slacks when you’re around. You baby him too much.” Kuroo and Kenma glare at each other.

“Sorry! I’ll make sure he’s on his A game for the next set.” You smile, peeling and handing a banana to Kenma.

“Thank you.” He mumbles munching on the banana.

You guys talk for a little a bit until Kuroo is calling him over. He grumbles but before he leaves, you call out to him.

“Ken?” He hums glancing your way.

You stand up and kiss him, his eyes go wide for a bit but he relaxes. Your hands sneak into his damp hair. Pulling the strands together and tying it all while deepening the kiss.

When you pull away a chunk of his hair falls forward, leaving it layered. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he blushes, chewing on his lip. You smile as you push the strand of hair behind his ear.

“Alright! All ready.”

As he walks to the court he has to put up with a teasing Lev and Yamamoto.

He doesn’t mind though, he’ll put up with all of that if it means you’ll kiss him like that again.

[tsukeilvr]

contrary to popular belief, kenma kozume doesn't enjoy playing minecraft. he hates being jumpscared by the mobs, building is a bore, and dying after weeks of saved progress is always an annoyance.

and despite all of the things he disliked about the game, he somehow agreed when you asked if he could help you mine. one thing led to another, and school nights were spent with him mining and gathering blocks for you, while you built your shared house.

kenma listens intently as you talk on and on about your favorite show, his gaze focused on your camera to the side of his paused screen; you always complain when he doesn't turn on his, so he keeps it on, even if you stopped asking him to. “wait a second,” he interrupts you, unpausing his game as he stands in front of your shared house in game. “cone outside, i’ll show you something.” his voice is almost shy as he says this, but all of that disappears as he watches the look of pure joy on your face when you see what he built for you.

a small, sort of bland–curse his building skills–cherry blossom pathway to your house is illuminated by small torches. while it isn't as nice as it is in the tutorial he followed, the smile on your lips is enough to make him feel like the best builder in the world.

and that's when he realizes, he's screwed.

kuroo laughs as kenma rants about his predicament, “you’re whipped,” he says bluntly, leaning against the leather of his best friend's gaming chair. “i’m not!” kenma defends himself—a little too quickly. “i just like seeing her happy, i guess.” his reply further fuels kuroo's amusement, merely shaking his head.

he hates to admit it, he always hates admitting that kuroo's right—it fuels his ego—but he definitely is.. somewhat right. he's whipped for you.

you, who smiles when he decorates the front of your house with your favorite flowers, who laughs when he dies to a creeper explosion.

maybe he really doesn't hate the game all that much. as long as it's you, he doesn't really mind anymore. he would die to a million mobs just to hear you laugh.

[kenmasssperson]

ִ ࣪𖤐. PINTEREST RECIPESִ ࣪𖤐.

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Synopsis: Its a lazy sunday for Kenma and his girlfriend, so why not spend it following Pinterest recipes?

Tags: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader, fluff, mentions of hickeys, post timeskip.

(Inspired on a fanart i found in Pinterest but i think belongs to @hakodama5 on X)

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Kenma's golden cat like eyes glanced down at his stained shirt almost condescendingly, with the characteristical air of indifference that seemed to cling to him.

Toothbrush still in his mouth, he rubbed his slender thumb on the fabric of the black oversized shirt he used for sleeping, but the toothpaste mark didn't bulge.

With an annoyed scrunch of his nose he let go of the black cloth he had been holding onto with just the tips of his long fingers, letting out a tired sigh and placing the toothpaste tube on the pearl white surface of the bathroom sink.

Kenma walked back to his room almost lethargically, leaning against the door frame with a cat like yawn.

"What are you doing?" He questioned lazily, his voice still husky from sleep, looking at his girlfriend laying on his bed and scrolling throught her phone.

"I'm on Pinterest" she answered, her hair messily spread across his pillows and the red marks Kenma's teeth had left the night before perfectly visible on the soft skin of her neck.

A ray of early sun had snuck in the room and it danced across her features, giving her face the kind of warm glow seemingly out of a fairytale, and Kenma thought she looked cute.

"You'll go back to your house?" He questioned. She had gotten used to this kind of questions from his part. It sounded like he was trying to get her to leave but in reality, Kenma only asked about what he cared about, and he cared about this because he wanted her to stay.

"Mm, maybe later" she said unconvinced, staring up at him, admiring how good the loose bun looked on him, the way his long big shirt clung to his slender frame and the way the sun caught on his dark hair with dyed blonde ends. She could still remember the time when the dark part of his hair was just overgrown roots and the majority of it was blond. It brought a small smile to her face everytime.

"I thought maybe we could cook or bake something...?" She asked, gazing up at Kenma with big innocent eyes that intenteded to plead with him.

Her boyfriend raised and unimpressed brow as his thumb rubbed on the stain of toothpaste of his t shirt distractedly, his voice coming out in a lazy "Nah".

She chuckled softly and stood up, stretching and yawning in a way Kenma found incredibly endearing. She slightly accomodated the mess of pillows and covers she had made of his bed just to sit on it directly after, fluttering her eyelashes at playfully as she stared at him, "Not even apple pie?" She taunted, her voice sweet and mocking.

"Not even apple pie" he confirmed, his calculative cat like eyes following her every move with laziness, "C'me here"

She pushed herself up and made her way to him, kicking to the side a pair of shoes and the shirt she had discarded last night to wear Kenma's.

His slender fingers closed on the fabric of the dark blue t-shirt he had leant her and tugged her closer once she was within reach. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, burying her face on his chest and breathing in his scent: cinnamon, green apple, a touch of vainilla and warmth.

He stared down at her with half lidded golden eyes, his expression indifferent while he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing the redish mark on her neck.

His fingertips barely brushed against her skin as he traced the hickeys carefully, apreciating them. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned down until she could feel his breath fanning her neck.

His lips slowly pressed a lazy kiss to the blooming bruise, making her shiver, as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Her fingers found their way to his hair, gently playing with the loose strands of his bun.

"Maybe we can bake something..." He murmured softly into her ear, closing his eyes at the feeling of being pet, "One of those Pinterest recipes"

A bright smile formed on her face and she chuckled at the blissfull state of her lethargic boyfriend, "Really?" She teased softly.

"Mmm, really" he hummed lazily against her neck, his fingers tugging on her shirt just a bit more, "If you stay home with me"

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Comment if you want a part two (ill probably write one anyways), but i hope you liked it!!

(it was so hard because it got completely delated and i had to re-write it so maybe some details got lost...)

[qardenofeden]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xlettex]

Kenma’s not sure why he let Kuroo drag him out today.

He doesn’t need more games. Doesn’t want to be recognized. And definitely doesn’t want to watch Kuroo charm every employee in a ten-mile radius. But then they step into the store, and it’s quiet. Cool. Bright but not harsh. A bubble of calm.

And you’re at the register—sorting trade-ins, humming to yourself. You look up when the door chimes. “Hi! Let me know if you need help finding anything.”

That’s it. No double-take. No flushed gasp. No, “Wait, are you—?” Just… normal. Kenma exhales. Relieved. And maybe a little stunned.

Because you’re pretty. Insanely pretty.

Your hair falls messily around your face, but it suits you. There’s a pen tucked behind your ear. Your eyes shone when you spoke. And the enamel pins on your apron—small, colorful characters from games he knows—make his chest feel weirdly full.

Kenma is immediately, irreversibly doomed.

Kuroo leans in, whispering way too loudly, ���Wow. A whole thirty seconds and no one’s mobbed you. It’s a miracle.”

Kenma shoves him with a sigh, trying not to fidget.

You raise an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Mobbed? What, are you famous or something?”

Kenma mumbles, “No.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Uh-huh. Sure. Mysterious hoodie guy with a bodyguard and a fear of crowds—totally normal.”

Kenma doesn’t say anything. Just stands there, mildly panicked and already hyper-aware of the way your smile curls at the edges.

You ease off a little, still smiling. “So... you looking for something specific, or just here to be cryptic?”

He shrugs, awkward. “Not really.”

You round the counter and gesture toward the shelves. “Well, we just got a few new arrivals. Depends on what you’re into.”

Kuroo snorts under his breath. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” he murmurs, clearly entertained, and drifts off toward the keychain rack.

You walk with Kenma, asking about mechanics and story preference. He answers in short bursts, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. He keeps glancing at you and then away, as if he doesn’t trust himself to look too long. And every time you laugh, it knocks the breath out of him a little—something in his chest stutters, just for a second, then settles somewhere it shouldn’t.

He knows these games already. Owns most of them. But the way you talk about them—with love, and that kind of careful attention people don’t fake—has him pretending he’s never even touched a console. Just so you’ll keep talking.

“Since you like JRPGs, you should check this one out,” you say, holding it out. “It’s underrated. Surprising depth. And the bonus content is kinda hard to find unless you know where to look.”

Kenma takes it. He already has two copies—digital and collector’s edition. Played it on stream. Reviewed it. Recommended it to all his followers.

But your fingers brush his for half a second, and his entire internal system does a soft reset.

So yeah. He’s buying it anyway.

At checkout, you ring it up with a smile, slip the receipt into the case, and push it across the counter. “Enjoy. And hey—if you ever want a recommendation again, you know where to find me.”

Kenma nods, barely. His fingers tighten around the case—delicate, almost hesitant. He doesn’t look at Kuroo until they’re back in the car.

Kuroo’s already snickering. “You bought a game you already own?”

Kenma flips open the case, muttering, “Shut up.” Then he sees it—scrawled lightly on the bottom of the receipt in looping pen:

You seemed sweet. Here’s my number in case you ever wanna talk games :) xxx-xxx-xxxx ♡ 

He stares at it, stunned. His chest feels warm, weird, and good in a way he didn’t expect.

Kuroo leans over, reads it, and lets out an unholy sound. “Oh my god, you’re blushing,” he crows, grinning widely. “This might actually be the best day of my life.”

Kenma groans into his hoodie sleeve. “I hate you.” Kuroo laughs all the way home.

Kenma’s still holding the receipt. He’ll deny it later. But that night, he tucks it behind the frame of his second monitor, so it’s visible from where he streams. Then he opens his contacts and saves your number under Pretty Game Store Employee.

[cosmic-evening]

KOZUME KENMA hates playing online games with other people.

sure, he has his 'team' that he regularly plays with online—but it's not anybody he knows. he'd never even let kuroo or yaku play with him, much less lev. his team had given up asking already, knowing the answer before kenma would even open his mouth.

his excuse? that they would drag him down.

"i actually take this seriously," he would say.

so when you started dating, you never bothered to ask him to play.

it's not like you didn't want to; you would like nothing more than to know what kenma liked, what made him click. but after countless warnings from kuroo, you decided against it.

until the day you stayed over at kenma's.

when he walked over to the tv and picked up his console after dinner, you'd assumed he wanted to play alone.

but then—

"y/n?"

it was so quiet you'd sworn it was your imagination.

"yes, kenma?"

"would you like to play with me?"

internally, you were gloating at kuroo.

"i'd love to."

he's surprisingly patient when he teaches you the game. from what you'd heard, you were half-scared that he might find your lack of skill in the game awful. you were scared he might give up.

but he doesn't.

he leads you through every step of the game, and even though the progress is slow, he swears it's the most fun he's ever had playing a game.

and the next morning, when his parents see the two of you asleep in front of a still-on tv, they can't help but laugh.

hq m.list | gen m.list

[earier]

PLAYER ﹗ TWO ›› kenna kozume x reader.

・ since middle school, you’ve had the same two friends—well, two plus the online friend you play games with. despite knowing him for so many years, you’ve never seen his face. which is okay with you—you’re not too social, anyway.

✉︎ can we play stardew val ⨾ you, kaori suzumeda, keiji akaashi. ✉︎ get ken out of the house challenge go ⨾ kenma kozume, tetsuro kuroo, bokuto koutarou, keiji akaashi.

taglist is open. smau/traditional. specific cw added at the beginning of each chapter. no update schedule. also, for the sake of the plot; fukurodani is not located in tokyo, but rather closer to karasuno! also kaori is a year younger than she is in canon.

★★★ ❪ INVENTORY ❫

⛶ Medkit : prologue.

⛶ Small Key : chapter one.

⛶ Map : chapter two.

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. HQ BOYS AS TWITTER LINKS !

⤷ LINKS ﹫ smut ﹫

⌗ bokuto, kageyama, kuroo, kenma, atsumu, osamu, suna, iwaizumi

⚠︎ porn without plot, cunniligus, rough sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), slight public sex .ᐟ.ᐟ

bokuto kotaro

- making out after a long day

- eating you out like it’s his dinner

- taking care of you like a goddess

- taking you as he pleases

- lives to see you on top of him

- don’t even know he’s making you squirt

hajime iwaizumi

- fingering his girl and making sure she loves it

- when he has bad days, you’re the first one to know it

- late nights back shots

- how he hold your tits cause he loves them

- coming home to his sweet wife after a rough day

suna rintaro

- taking a video of you riding him so beautifully

- making sure you’re moaning loudly

- when he’s lazy

- asking videos of you when he’s far for a game

- he lives to tease you

- never finish without making you squirt

atsumu miya

- atsumu loves it rough

- cum just at the sight of you

- pics he’d keep carefully

- just the tip? nah.

- mutual masturbation

- “you’re gonna break the bed!” “we’ll get a new one”

kenma kozume

- when he’s too lazy and wants to see you do all the work beautifully

- the beautiful lace set he bought you

- you distracted him from his games

- still making you do the work

- after a long exhausting stream

- kenma is lazy but when he’s into something…

kuroo tetsuro

- autopilot is useful in his new car

- knows just how to make you see the stars

- ass guy

- red is still his favourite color

- couldn’t even wait to be in the bed

- taking you right before the shower

kageyama tobio

- always fond of his girl

- burry himself deep

- fingering while his dick is in your ass

- eating you out like it’s a competition

- the first time you did it you thought he was gentle when it came to sex

- he does so much workout for volley and this

[emmyrosee]

"mumma?"

there's a tug to your pant leg that turns you away from your skincare to acknowledge, smiling down at the little girl with eye's like kenma's blinking up at you longingly. maesi blinks up at you before pointing at the lip balm in your hand. "lisstick?"

you smile softly, "close! lip balm, baby.” you twist the lip balm down slightly before putting it on the counter, bending to hook your hands under maesi’s arms and haul her up and onto the counter. her curious hands wander to the lip balm, and she picks it up with excited eyes. “i dood it?”

you smile, “sure why not. it’s clear.” you help maesi turn to face the mirror, “now go like this, baby-“ you purse your lips out and use your finger to demonstrate how to apply the lip balm, which she copies. you see the subtle sheen of where she missed her lips glistening on her skin under the lights of the bathroom. she squeals in satisfaction before putting down the lip balm and raising her arms to be picked up. “wanna come up?”

“wanna get down!” she says, and you obey her wish before watching her giggle and make a break for the bathroom door.

“and where are you going?” you smile.

maesi turns to you and giggles, “gonna get daddy!”

“you wanna get daddy?” you laugh, making the connection between the lipstick question from earlier and the application of lip balm now; she wants to prank him, thinking she’ll leave color on him.

you smile and make your way down the hall, watching her toddle in her jammies to his streaming room. she pushes the door open, and you hear kenma’s voice go from loud and clear, to much more soft when addressing your child.

“hey spawn,” kenma coos, pausing his game. “how are you? where’s mumma? wanna say hi to chat?” she nods eagerly, and kenma pulls her up and onto his lap. “wave hi, baby.”

maesi doesn’t wave, instead, she puckers her lips out childishly for a kiss, and kenma chuckles as he leans down to kiss her, tasting the familiar taste of your lip balm. immediately, his three year old crumbles into laughter, squirming out of his grip and running away, yelling a soft “got you!” and kenma hears you in the hallway, gasping and squealing in pretend panic, hearing your shared laughter fade away as you make your way down the hall.

he cocks a brow before returning to his stream, “i don’t know what just happened.” he looks into his monitor and smacks his lips together before shrugging and turning back to his game. “but im not complaining.”

bokeandbookies LMAOOOO

keishatwolips SHE GOT YOU (literally have no idea what just happened)

rayisthename LMAOOOO

notemmyrosee I think she got you kodzuken

grannyshouseparty IF SPAWN SAYS SHE GOT YOU, SHE GOT YOU

thank you kuroosasscheek for the 1500 bits GET PRANKED

“kuroo, you’re just mad i got a kiss and you didn’t.”

kuroosasscheek you’re right </3

[queer-obsession]

Kenma randomly posts personal things every few months and never explains them. He posts a photo of the two of you on vacation and then six months later retweets a photo Yamamoto posted of their high school volleyball team. No caption on either and it's his quota of personal posts for the year. His next post is five months later and it's a quote re-tweet of something Kuroo posted. It's an inside joke of some sort and his fans are still trying to decipher it to this day.

The most insane one though is when he randomly posts a photo, on all social media platforms, of him holding your hand which is now sporting a nice diamond. It's his first personal post in almost a year and he captions noting with it, just your @ . The comments are wrecked for the next month.

[rinxiaa]

── .✦ GOOD GAME !

Your boyfriend just won an importang match. In a huge stadium, with lots of people watching. Not just in the stadium. This game was probably in hundreds of tvs outside or inside of a home. Kids, adults, teenagers watching. And your boyfriend just won the last match. At least your secret boyfriend.

After a bit of celebration with his teammates, thanking the people who are cheering for them and some awardings or a speech with their coach he immediately ran to you.

You were there watching him win, watching him score every point or defend every attack from their opponent. Your hands was laying on the railings. He was on the other side. On the court/field.

You raised your hand, offering him a high five. Even if their were still a hundred or even thousands of people. He still ran to you. His secret lover. "Congrats. That was a good game." He responded to your high five his hand on top of yours but then he pulled you, and then kissed you on the lips. Infront of all the people. You swore you heard alot of camera flash, screams and gasp's.

I thought you two were supposed to go soft launch?

⤷kageyama, hinata, YAMAGUCHI, kuroo, kenma, OIKAWA, iwaizumi, BOKUTO, AKAASHI, atsumu (HQ) isagi, bachira, rin, SAE, nagi, REO, CHIGIRI, karasu, otoya, shidou, aiku (BLLK) + ur favs !

Note: sorry guys i felt a lil silly😋

[seumyo]

KOZUME KENMA ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[na0koz]

hq boys fav positions…

fem reader. suna, sakusa, ushijima, atsumu, kenma, tsukishima, mattsun

suna’s fav is cowgirl. he’s lazy but he can still tease you like he always does - e.g. jerking his hips up into you when you slow down, guide your hips with his biiiig slender hands. also easy clit access he loves to finish at the same time as you.

for sakusa im feeling doggy or prone bone. i am just feeling that from him. he loves to squeeze the fat around your hips and thighs while he pulls you back and forth on his dick. he also feels he reaches the deepest this way.

ushijima. mating press or missionary. he likes to see all of you while you guys have sex and it also makes you look extra small under him compared to his giant build. he’s never said it out loud but the size difference between you guys turns him onnnn.

atsumu is also a doggy lover. he lives to be balls deep inside you, especially in a position he can go faster and harder in. i think he’d also like to do it standing up, for example in the shower. atsumu and shower sex go hand in hand for me.

kenma likes when youre on his lap. he’s working while you cockwarm him before he finally caves into your begging and bends you over the desk or just fucks up into you in his chair. good thing it’s wipe clean fabric.

tsukishima also likes cowgirl/reverse cowgirl/anything where you do all the work. he’s lazy with it and finds it very tiring to fuck you while you lay back on the bed, so you can get yourself and him off by riding him.

mattsun doesn’t really have a favourite position in particular but he really enjoys fucking you in places that aren’t your bed. e.g. over a counter, the couch, in the car if he’s feeling particularly freaky. he just likes getting off with you.

[alpali]

Kenma hates being told to get off his video games. That it’s time to stop playing.

Whether that was by his parents or even Kuroo.

Yet when it comes to you. He doesn’t have any problem.

You both loved to stay up at night but even you knew humans have their limit.

As you lay on Kenmas bed, watching your tv show, a yawn interrupts you. Your body telling you that it was time for some shut eye.

Kenma looks focused in on his game. Eyes wide with concentration as his fingers move with experience. Yet with a call of his name he’s—

“Ken? Time to sleep, come to bed.”

He blinks, looking at you.

With a nod of his head he shuts off his game almost immediately, stretching a little as he gets up.

You open your arms and he gives you a small smile, happily laying in your hold. He snuggles between the crook of your neck, your nose nuzzled in his hair.

“Goodnight Ken.” You smile, pecking his forehead.

He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, placing a peck on your neck.

“Night.” The both of you succumbing to slumber.

Kenma loves his video games.

But he loves you way more.

[shouyuus]

─── ハイキュー!! INSATIABLE

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bllk ver.

summary: they always want more, more, more.

a/n: rmbr when i used to write mostly fluff and plot? yeah. me too. this, sadly, is not one of those instances. i guess in the spirit of kinktober... hooray?

─── 研磨 KENMA

it is never enough — even though at first glance, you wouldn’t think of kenma as the kind of person to be so needy. but something about you sets him off — something about the way you fist your fingers in his hair, or the way your voice always hitches over the syllables of his name —

“ken — ma — ah - hah…”

“mm? wh-what is it?”

he licks his lips, reveling in the tang of your juices currently coating his tongue, his darkened eyes flickering over the length of your body; there’s sweat beading at his temples, but years of being in sports has desensitized him ever so slightly to the sticky discomfort. and plus, this is exactly the kind of strenuous activity he doesn’t mind participating in once in a while.

you squeeze your eyes shut, the strain in the backs of your thighs burning as he casually presses you knees back and back and back, dipping down to lick at your sopping cunt.

"ken - ma — ngh!” you ruck up against his mouth, only for him to grin and pull back, wiping a hand along his lips to gather the slick.

“think you can come again for me?”

you whine, peering up at him through damp lashes, your body still buzzing with the remnants of the last two (or was it three?) orgasms he’d pulled out of you just with his fingers and mouth. your mind fizzles white at the edges, your thoughts disjointed and static.

“wanna — want your cock kenma —”

“mm,” he hums, pressing a soft, placating kiss to your knee as he runs an absent thumb over your clit just to watch your hips jump, “i know but… i like watching you cum like this. so…” he drops another kiss at on your inner thigh before dipping back down to lap softly at your puffy folds, “gimme one more and i’ll give you whatever you want, yeah?”

─── 月島 TSUKKI

so everyone knows he’s just a bit childish, just a bit petty, just a bit vindictive. so everyone knows he likes getting his way, and is a bit too stubborn.

so, when you swallow over the length of his cock as he bullies it down your throat, a hand fisted in your hair, his gaze almost cool as he watches you struggle to keep him in your mouth, you can’t say you didn’t kind of ask for it — mouthing off the way you did, pushing all his buttons from the second he’d gotten home till he’d dragged you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom and told you to get on your goddamn knees.

you’d dropped like a good little girl, a thrill tingling up your spine, because isn’t this what you’d wanted? missing him all day, a delicious, delirious heat curling at the base of your tummy, itching for the way he’d fuck you till your vision blurs.

“c’mon, i know you can open wider than that,” tsukishima runs an appraising thumb along the curve of your cheek, thrusting his hips forward even as you struggle to catch a breath. he thumbs at a tear, a smirk twisting the edge of his lips, a sadistic glint flashing behind his bespectacled eyes.

“there we go — that’s it — nngh — shit —”

you revel in the way his hips stutter, in the sting of pain that comes from his fingers fisting your hair too tight. you brace yourself and lave your tongue along the underside of his twitching cock, feeling the veins pulse angrily beneath your touch. he hisses above you, color pluming in his cheeks as he resorts to taking you by the back of the head and fucking your throat proper.

you hum around him as he jerks into your mouth, your own cunt clenching around nothing, the material of your panties sticking uncomfortably to your skin as you shift your thighs. above you, tsukishima narrows his eyes and tuts.

“quit that.”

you whine, going still even as he continues to fuck your throat, his breath going shallow, the faintest fog tinting up his glasses before he shoves you down on his cock and you feel him pulse over your tongue for a second before he yanks back and lets the white ropes of cum splatter across your face. you squawk slightly, licking at your lips before pouting up at him.

“you got cum in my hair!”

tsukishima only scoffs, wiping a bit from your cheek to press a finger into your mouth. you shoot him a half-hearted glare before sucking the digit clean, your nipples now straining against the materials of your shirt, feeling rubbed raw with sensitivity. there’s a damp patch on your panties and you tug at his hips eagerly before he swats you away.

“oh now you wanna be nice?” he asks, squinting down at you as he jerks your chin between two fingers.

you purse your lips, “i just missed you, okay?”

tsukishima scoffs, but he doesn’t deny you as you push him back onto the mattress and straddle his thighs.

“fine then, show me how much. and i might let you cum tonight.”

you pause halfway through kicking off your panties. he chuckles, laying back, propping both hands behind his head, his long, lanky form stretched out like a five course meal over the material of your sheets.

“you’re being mean,” you say, finally ridding yourself of your panties to crawl over his body, settling yourself over his hardening cock one more.

“you started it,” he hisses, even as his palms land on your hips, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to shift you along his length, your lips falling open at the friction.

“s-so if i ask nicely enough…” you say, circling your hips if only to hear him gasp, “will you finish it?”

─── 飛雄 TOBIO

you should’ve known, you should’ve known what you were getting yourself into when you’d decided to send him a cute little mirror-selfie, dressed in nothing but one of his huge t-shirts, the hem hiked up just enough to let him see that you’re wearing nothing underneath, your nipples tenting the fabric in the wane light, your face half-covered by the phone — you should’ve known.

“m-mm—fuck —!” your heels kick uselessly against the bedsheets as tobio holds you to his mouth, his eyes sharp and dark and focused, his fingers holding your thighs open, his grip pressing divots into your skin as he sinks his tongue into your greedy cunt, sucking on your clit with a loud, gratuitous moan. there’s a flush working up his cheeks, and a glassy, glazed-out look to his eyes, amplified by the half-finished bottle of chianti sitting on the bedside table.

“one more —” he pants out, his breath hot against your twitching clit, your thighs straining against his hold as you whine, glancing down to find him running his tongue over his lips, his chin glazed with your sweet slick, bangs stuck to his forehead as he presses his cheek to your leg and smiles up at you.

“jus’ gimme one more, i know you can do it —” he drags his mouth along your skin before lowering his mouth back to your puffy lips, sinking his tongue into you far enough to make you scream. pleasure frissons up your body, making your toes and fingertips tingle — you can’t help but whine at the fact that he hasn’t even put his cock into you yet tonight but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. he’s made you cum more times than you can count, and still he’s relentless.

once, you’d asked him, jokingly, if he kept a sex journal — like his volleyball journal — where he meticulously tracks his progress, successful sets vs. unsuccessful ones, wins and losses, game strategies and various attack and defense formations. he’d cocked his head, his mouth half-full of a flatbread, that yes — he does. and did you want to see?

“i — i thought i’d just… keep track because…” he swallows his mouthful of food and looks anywhere but at you, “i want to make sure ‘m always making you feel good.”

and right here, right now, you can’t find it in yourself to do anything but fist your fingers in his hair and moan his name into the humid summer air as he works you towards yet another climax with nothing but his mouth and tongue.

“t-tobio — fuck-fuck — fuck — !”

he moans against you, grazing his teeth along your swollen clit just hard enough to push you over the edge, and when you cum around his tongue again, he pulls back with a savage, blissed-out grin, licking his lips even as he cages your body below his, trailing delicate fingers along your sides till he’s cupping your cheek.

“so pretty…” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone else, his gaze flickering over your face, down the length of your now sweat-slicked body, your knees falling open for him, your stomach rising and falling with the weight of your uneven breaths.

“tobio — tobio — n-no more teasing — please —”

he grunts, puffing out a laugh against your lips as he leans down to kiss you, sucking your tongue into his mouth as he nudges your legs apart with his knees.

“look so good like this… gonna fuck you now, yeah?” he asks, reaching down between your bodies to tease at your entrance with his cock, groaning as you whimper and ruck up against him, sensitive from the overstimulation. you make an abortive noise as he pushes into you, your knees jumping slightly as your abused hole flutters around the intrusion, his cock stretching you out the way his fingers and tongue hadn’t before.

“s-slow — tobio —” you tug weakly at his arms, your mind a hazy mess of pleasure and pain and the feeling of tobio’s lips trailing along your neck.

“nnph… sure… we’ll go slow… but we’re not done till i say we are.”

─── 翔陽 SHOUYOU

too much — it’s like he doesn’t know the meaning of the word. or, maybe he’s nothing’s ever too much when it comes to you, because like this, with you trembling above him, your thighs shaking on either sides of his hips, your hands braced against his chest, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough, let alone too much.

“mm — so — so good —” he soothes, panting slightly as he digs his heels into the mattress and fucks up into you, bouncing you over his lap, licking his lips at the way your mouth falls open, “so cute — fuck — s-so wet —”

he bites back another groan as you clench down around him, head falling forward as he shifts beneath you, reaching up to tug you down, catching you in his chest as he chuckles by your ear.

“a-ah… tired?” he asks, his pace never once faltering even as he strokes your hair, his thumb kneading at the nape of your neck as he presses a soft kiss into your shoulder. he feels your thighs clench as he adjusts his angle and your whole body tenses.

“sh-shou — mmngh —”

“f-fuck — so tight —” he grunts slightly as he twists his whole body to swap your positions, lying you gently on your back so he can hoist your knees up and fuck into you proper, letting out a pitched whine, when he feels you fluttering around him, the unmistakable signs of yet another orgasm coursing through you. he fucks you through it, leaning down to mouth at your tits, the nipples hard and raw from his fingers just minutes before.

he’d woken up with a prickling want twisting his gut and he knew nothing but an entire morning in bed with you would sate it. outside, the brilliant brazilian sun is already slating into the hotel room from the wide, drop-floor windows, and he considers — briefly — that later, the pair of you might go for a dip in the ocean, just to cool off. he grins at the thought, pushing your legs up till he’s got you folded in half.

“c’mon — c-cum for me again —” he coaxes, rucking down into you till your eyes roll back, fucking into you so deep you can nearly feel it in the back of your throat, the white, pin-prick flashes of pleasure popping behind your eyes as he hooks your knees over his arms to hoist your entire lower half off the mattress.

“c-can’t — can’t shouyou — ‘s t-too much —!” you’re almost babbling, tears caught in your lashes as you try to look up at him, but you can’t help squeezing your eyes shut every time he teases his cock against your g-spot, pulls back slow just to fuck back in fast, make you feel each ridge and bump and vein as he rocks down into you.

“mm… i know, i know…” he coos, biting his own lips with a rough pant, “but… you look so good cumming on my cock — i just — wanna — wanna see it again — hm?” he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your mouth, sounding at once somehow whiney and demanding both, “just — just one more —” he says, nosing along your jaw to suck a hickey into the junction of your throat.

you arch up into him, fingers scrabbling at his back as he starts to pick up the pace, whimpering as another orgasm rockets through you, leaving you squirming beneath him as he chases after his own orgasm, groaning as he watches you fall apart for him, his cock twitching inside you before he’s dropping his head into your shoulder with a hard shudder.

“mm… good morning, yeah?” he asks, even as he pulls back and you pout up at him, swatting weakly at his arm.

“d-don’t move so fast — m’still sensitive…” you make to cover your eyes with your arm but he tugs it away, leaning down to kiss you.

“i like you sensitive,” he murmurs, shifting to keep his cock pressed inside you, chasing shivers through your limbs at the friction.

“don’t be mean…” you say, letting yourself be pulled into his chest even as he laughs softly.

“sorry waking you up so early in the morning — will breakfast in bed make up for it? i think the room service at this hotel’s pretty good!”

you peer up at him with a tiny grin, “yeah?”

shouyou smirks, cocking his head, “mhm! i mean… you’ll need more energy for our second round later, right?”

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[crushmeeren]

Kenma never sleeps.

It’s normal. Expected. He’s in the top ten most watched streamers of the year and a CEO for god’s sake, when could he find time??

So, as routine as it’s become, it never sucks any less to wake up in the middle of the night without him.

Your hand glides over the soft sheets on Kenma’s side of the bed and, surprise surprise, it’s cold. You fumble around for your phone, the bright light of the Home Screen burning your eyes as you check the time.

4:00 a.m.

Fighting off the chill, the litter of goosebumps all over, you rub the sleep from your eyes and drag your feet towards the room at the end of the hall. Kenma is there, at his desk, computer monitor making him glow. Empty energy drinks clutter one corner.

“Kenz,” you call softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Come to bed, baby.”

His hand falls from his cheek as he jerks awake, shaking his head, squinting up at you. “What time is it?”

“4:00,” you reply, brushing stray pieces of hair fallen from his bun behind his ear, scratching gently. He shivers. You grip his bicep, coaxing him from the chair.

Kenma complies, lacing your fingers together as you tug him along behind you. “Have you been waiting on me?”

“No, I just woke up and noticed you weren’t there. Figured you might’ve fallen asleep at your desk.”

The lights don’t get turned on, just you stumbling blind through the dark until you sink back into bed, snuggling under the covers.

Kenma’s sweats hit the floor and there’s a dip in the bed, a slight chill, and skin so warm you could melt like butter pressing against your back. A slender arm slowly curls around your waist and pulls. “M’sorry pretty girl, I’m here now.”

You hum with content, pushing further into his embrace. “It’s okay Kenz, I love you.”

Kenma makes a soft, happy sound, cuddling up to you like a kitten. “I love you too.”

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