#kozume x reader

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Gamer Boy <3

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: cockwarming, exhibitionism lowkey, and pet names

Kenma has been playing with his friends for three hours already. It’s been so long. You try to pry him from his game, but like always, that proves impossible. Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and even with your short skirt and tank top, he still doesn’t lose focus.

So, you decide on a plan.

When Kenma gets up from his chair to grab a snack, you sneak up and sit on it yourself. It’s nice, comfy, and warm. You admire Kenma’s setup as you hear Kuroo and Yaku through his headphones, arguing about which characters to choose for the next game. Finally, Kenma returns with some energy drink and sees you sitting on his chair.

“What’re you doing?” he asks. This is something you rarely do.

“Just thought I’d get your attention,” you reply. Kenma sighed and put down the energy drink.

“I’ll be done soon,” he says. “So, I need the chair back.”

“I’ll get up,” you start. Kenma sighs again. “If you let me sit on your cock.” Kenma is surprised by your boldness, but he then laughs.

“Fine, then,” he says.

“Fine,” you agree and get up, allowing Kenma to return to his seat.

“I’m not muting myself, so everything you do or say will be heard,” Kenma says, putting back on his headset. You thought he’d at least give you the courtesy of muting his mic and talking to his friends on chat instead.

“Oh,” you utter, but you can’t find the time to care too much. You lift your skirt slightly, and he notices you’re not wearing panties. He smiles to himself. You face him as you lower yourself onto his cock, and moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. God, it’s been so long. Kenma hardly reacts, unpauses his game, and unmutes himself.

“I’m back,” he says simply.

“‘Bout time,” Kuroo’s voice is somewhat heard through Kenma’s headphones. Kenma’s arms snake under yours so he can reach the keyboard while your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Kenma asks.

“Demon Senpai is trying to pick the character that I’ve been using this whole time,” Kuroo says. You try to keep yourself quiet so the mic does not pick you up.

“I’m just trying to switch it up,” Yaku defends.

“Guys, it’s not a big deal, right?” you hear Kai’s voice.

“Yeah, just pick a character and move on,” Kenma replies. His eyes flicker to you as he sees you covering your mouth. Kenma chuckles to himself, seeing how desperate you are.

“Alright, alright,” his two argumentative friends say. Finally, everyone chooses a character, and the game begins.

“Yaku, go to the left,” Kenma says into the mic. “Kai and I will stay here as Kuroo approaches the roof.”

“Got it,” Yaku replies. Kenma mutes himself to speak to you briefly.

“Every time the team gets a kill is a reward for me, understand?” Kenma says to you.

“Yes,” you say. You’re not entirely sure what he means by reward, though. He unmutes himself and goes back to the game. The team runs around the map, looking for opponents. You calm your breathing as you have time to do so. Your breath is husky but calm. You hear that Kenma killed someone from the opposite team, so he thrusts up into your cunt. You yelp and clutch him hard, pushing your chest against his—embarrassment flooding into you. Kenma can’t help the smirk that falls on his face.

“What was that?” Kai asks. They heard you. Your heart drops.

“Yeah, some kind of weird noise,” Yaku agrees.

“I think it was on Kuroo’s end,” Kenma says.

“Huh?” Kuroo loudly utters. “It wasn’t me!”

“Well, you are the one who has weird noises in the background,” Kai says.

“What?” Kuroo shouts. “I do not!”

“Guys, shut up. We have many people on the other team left,” Kenma says, redirecting the focus. You stifle your moans with your hand and slightly hum against Kenma’s neck. Then, you hear another kill, and just like before, Kenma thrusts into you. You bite back your moan as you hear Kenma chuckle to himself. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

“Kenma, someone is comin’ up behind you,” Kuroo warns.

“Let them; I’ll just get the kill,” Kenma replies.

“Heh, you’re so overconfident,” Kuroo laughs. Kenma gazes back at you.

“Well, I’m just that good,” Kenma says. You hide your embarrassed face from him as he hunts down the opposite team member looking for him. After a short minute, other pings go off as Kenma’s friends get their own kills, and Kenma, true to his word, thrusts into you after every ping. You find it harder and harder to keep your composure after each thrust.

“Okay, I think we got everyone,” Kai says.

“Yeah, the last one is the one that’s trailing Kenma,” Yaku replies.

“Every time I get close to them, they run off, and I lose them,” Kenma explains.

“I thought you said you could handle it,” Kuroo teases.

“I can,” Kenma states coldly. “Just let me.”

“We’ll leave the last one to you then,” Kai says.

Kenma wastes no time and tries to find the last kill. He feels your gummy walls close down on his cock, meaning you want him to just fuck you already.

“Almost there,” Kenma says to you. You hum in his neck at his comment, not wanting to alert his friends or disturb him. Kenma runs around the map, looking for the lone person. After a few agonizing minutes, Kenma finally corners the person and gets the last kill.

“Nice kill, Kyanma,” Kuroo jokes. Kai and Yaku laugh. Kenma rolls his eyes as the winning screen flashes up.

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna hop off,” Kenma tells the group.

“Yeah, I think I will, too,” Yaku agrees. “But we’ll play next week?” Everyone chimes in with their “yes,” and Kenma exits the game and hangs up his call.

“You kept pretty quiet this whole time,” Kenma says. “Guess I should reward you, kitten.”

“Please, Kenma,” you beg.

“Don’t worry, you have my full attention now,” he says, putting his hands on your hips, ready to guide you on his cock.

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[chariaki]

Your love struck boyfriend Kenma.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who builds a whole 5-star resort for you in minecraft. And its only for you.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma crushed on you so hard in highschool and even up until now, a simple caress from your hands makes him bricked up. That man easily folds when you make eye contact with him.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who likes to sleep with his arm underneath your shirt, hugging your waist from behind, and occasionally always fondling your boobs. He's got his leg on top of your leg, chest pressed againts your back, hand under your shirt playing with your breasts, and his lips kissing your neck to your shoulders.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who enjoys you straddling him on his lap when he plays his games in his living room. He'd have his arms hugging your back, your head in the crook of his neck while he tries to quietly play because he knows you drifted off to sleep.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who ends his livestreams amd game sessions earlier now that he's finally got you to be his. He's just happy and excited to be with you, all comfy in his apartment, under his bedsheets.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who always leaves social parties with the excuse of "Sorry, I gotta go home to my girlfriend." and when they ask why, he just says:

"'Cause I wanna be with my girl."

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who manhandles your body for your butt to sit on his lap, just 'cause he's feeling extra clingy. He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs your from behind, his hands holding the console rests on your lap.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who doesn't like to admit that he likes loves it when you grind on him. But you know he does, because he doesn't remove you from his lap. Instead, the poor man just grunts and whines, helplessly complaining about how he can't focus on his game, but he still holds you down so tight so you can't stand up.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who's both a top and a bottom.

[noyasmashing]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 ˖ ࣪ ∗ ❀

cw: pegging, hair pulling, crying, sub!kenma, gn!reader

a/n: draft from forverrrr ago but i have to post it in honor of the haikyu movie

He hated it. He despised sensation of sweat trickling down his body as his back arched to meet your thrusts. Kenma had always detested physical activity, which is precisely why you relished making him work for it, watching him bounce uselessly on your strap as you mocked the way his cock slapped against his stomach.

Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, and moans escaped his chapped lips. His voice came out as horse cries as your hands gripped his hips, rather harshly. “Apologize, Kozume,” you commanded sternly, looking up at him. He shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. Yet he continued bouncing on your lap, sloppily and uncoordinated, squirming under your grip.

“Oh? So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” you mused, searching his face for any emotion. He refused to apologize, knowing any sort of speech would bring on the tears he hated. But you didn’t care about that now. Roughly, you flipped him onto all fours, now getting to see the breath taking sight of his ass. Despite his slurred protests, he arched his back, presenting his pulsating hole for you to use.

“P-put it back in,” he pleaded, wriggling his hips toward you for more friction. “Not until you apologize,” you replied, choosing to tease him by running your slick strap between his cheeks. His body felt hot, the tips of his ears reddened even with his face hidden. “’m sorry,” he whined into the pillow, but you clicked your tongue, unsatisfied with his weak apology.

“Louder,” you urged, knowing the volume he could actually reach. He hesitated, then looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as your stern glare conveyed everything. He stifled a moan as you teased him with a gentle thrust near his hole. “I-I’m sorry for being an ass, please [name], f-forgive me,” he forced out, trembling under your grip.

You hummed, pausing for a moment that felt like an eternity to Kenma before finally ramming your length back into his wet ring of muscles. He moaned in satisfaction, thinking he got what he wanted. But the pleasure soon turned to overstimulation as you continued pounding him roughly. Usually you would keep a slow pace, showering him in praise as he got adjusted to your girth. But this time was different. His hips tried to escape your merciless pace, but you quickly stopped him. A string of nervous gasps escaping his cracked lips.

“Where do you think you’re going? If you can’t apologize properly, I’ll make you wish you could.”

“It’s too much—it’s too much,” he whined, gripping the sheets below him in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Despite his words, you saw the way he looked back at you with his mouth agape, eyes half-lidded, his cock surely weeping on his abdomen.

“Touch yourself, baby,” you encouraged warmly, but he just shook his head. You sighed, trying to be nice, but he was being such a brat. Maybe he’d learn his lesson if you were rougher. Releasing one side of his hips, you reached up with your free hand to pull his hair.

He gasped sharply, then whimpered as you pulled back. His moans were no longer muffled, and he could hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping together more clearly now. It all added to his pleasure, and the coil in his stomach started to unwind. Even in his delirious state, he knew better than to come without asking. “C-can I…” You cut off his plea, already knowing what he was going to ask. “No, only good boys get to come when they ask.” He sobbed at that.

Covered in sweat, he couldn’t bring himself to protest. You tightened your grip on him, continuing to pound relentlessly. He was fully crying now, hands shaking as he resisted the urge to fist his cock. But he was so needy, pre-cum leaking uselessly from his tip. You could tell what he was thinking and smirked. “Go on, touch yourself, and I’ll let you come.” He looked back at you, wary of your leniency.

“You mean it?” he asked shyly. You nodded warmly. “When have I ever lied to you?” With that, his hand found its way to his puffy tip, small nervous strokes causing his whole body to shake with pleasure. Your grip on his hips lifted his lower half practically off the bed. He felt weak, coming without hesitation when a “go on” left your lips.

He moaned loudly, his voice cracking into the pillow as his milky white release sprayed onto himself and the sheets.

To his disappointment and pleasure, you didn’t stop. In fact, it felt like you sped up your thrusts, maintaining their rhythm without faltering.

“We can’t stop now. I have to make sure my baby learns his lesson.”

[jasi-jx]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 (ft. kenma kozume)

𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 !

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kenma realized and comprehended and then accepted that he has a crush on you about three months after you met.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ At first, he just intentionally or unintentionally stared at you, it wasn’t a creepy stare more like just watching you do stuff.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ You never actually noticed him staring as he would turn his head away the second you faced his way.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ He usually kept his interactions with you at a minimum, never actually tried to come up and talk to you unless you did first.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ But he listened more to people when they we’re talking about you, whether it’s something you did, things you like or anything about you in general.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ In a month or two he had a pretty good amount of information about you without even you telling him. In order to not seem like a total stalker he didn’t mention anything you didn’t tell him.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kuroo picked up on Kenma’s unusual interest in you first, both catching him staring and actually lifting his head up to hear things about you. Kenma quickly brushed off his ideas.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ His analytical and observant personality came in handy with you. He would quickly pick up on your expressions to get an idea of what you are feeling in situations.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ After he started to realize that he might have a crush on you, he didn’t talk to you for a week but started going back to normal after that.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kuroo gave him advice (which Kenma did not ask for) on how to flirt and make you fall for him.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Slowly he actually thought of breaking out of his personality and acting different to get closer with you.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ But once he saw you looking off to the side with a slight blush on your cheeks, while he was being his normal self, he felt his chest feel warm.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ The moment where everyone else on the team realized their genius setter has a crush was when Kenma said something along the lines of “(name) would have done that.” out loud. Which was followed by Kuroo’s teasing.

[thatnewweeb]

Collab | Kozume Kenma

Summary | Fans of you and Kenma wanted a collab, but didn't realise you've been together for a year

Content | Fluff, I guess kinda hidden relationship

Word Count | 0.5k

A/N | I like the idea of this, I might rewrite this to be longer at some point

Fans of both you and Kenma have been begging for a collab between you two for a long time. People had started to realise that you followed each other on Twitter and would regularly reply to each other.

When someone asked about the possibility of a collab between the two of you, you confirmed that you'd like to, and that you've known Kenma since high school.

Many collabs later, you're sat in your gaming chair playing League of Legends on stream with Kodzuken.

"Kodzu, you're pretty cute, you know," you say into your microphone, smiling. He immediately starts stumbling over his words, blushing slightly.

You giggle, glancing at his stream on your third monitor, watching him struggle with his words, face dusted with pink. Switching your attention to your chat, you smile at the chat messages flying in.

"Come on, don't do that to me," he mutters, getting his focus back on the game.

Smiling, you shake your head slightly, muting yourself briefly to talk to your chat, laughing at how many people are enthusiastically agreeing or questioning you. You don't respond to any of the questions, just smiling at them.

A while later, you glance at your chat and a certain question jumps out at you. "Hey, Kodzu."

He hums in response to you, taking a sip of either water or some other drink in a G-Fuel cup.

"Are we ever gonna meet up in person?" you ask, repeating the question asked to you in your chat.

He chokes a little on his drink but manages not to spit it everywhere, placing the cup back down. He stumbles over his words for a moment before his response comes. "I'd like to."

You giggle, looking at the chat messages coming in calling you guys cute, saying they ship you guys, or expressing jealousy of either one of you.

"Yeah? I'd like that a lot, Kodzuken," you whisper in a jokingly flirty voice. The look on his face makes you laugh.

Not long later, you both say goodbye to your chats and end your streams. You and Kenma stay on the Discord call once the streams are finished.

"So," you smirk, leaning forward with your head resting on your hand "When are we meeting in person?" you ask teasingly.

He rolls his eyes at you. "You're such an asshole sometimes," he says before ending the call.

With a smile, you lean back in your gaming chair. Only a moment later, the door swings open, your boyfriend walking in.

"You know what calling me cute and stuff on stream does to me," he complains, pouting slightly.

Laughing, you hold your arms out to him. "I know, I know, but I just can't resist! You're way too cute!"

He shakes his head but walks over to let you hug him anyway, even though he doesn't hug you back. "If you keep acting like that, they're gonna figure out we've been dating for ages," he says, hiding his soft smile in your hair.

[haikyu-mp4]

Potty mouth

word count; 356 – f!reader

You were surprised when Kenma entered the living room one day with a glass bottle of your favourite soda and an unusually cartoonish smile. He asked you to please join him for his stream tonight, as he agreed to play against a popular American gamer to broaden both of their audiences.

Due to falling in love with a Japanese streamer at university, you settled in Tokyo despite being a foreigner, deciding you would probably stay for good. However, you were still nearly fluent in English.

You saw no reason why you couldn’t agree to help him.

It went well for a while, helping Kenma laugh at appropriate times to the other player’s comments, or rather making sure he didn’t laugh inappropriately.

Slowly but surely, you got invested in the game, eyebrows gradually furrowing as the foreign team ganged up against Kenma, throwing out nicknames for him that he wouldn’t exactly approve of if he properly understood them. He would probably also be too shy anyway.

Eventually, you had enough of Kenma silently taking all the comments. You grabbed the microphone from Kenma’s cheek and tilted it out to your mouth while you leaned in. “HEY!”

Several groans on the other end confirmed that they had their volumes up. Taking an artistic break, you wiggled your brows at Kenma’s monitor for some damage control on his faithful audience who were about to see your ugly side.

“MY GRANDMA COULD PLAY BETTER THAN YOU, YOU FUC-“ Let’s not write every single insult that fell from your lips any time anyone shot at your partner. Seeing his audience cheering you on and having you add comments for Kenma to get them, motivated him like never before as he plucked each of their heads and left himself the sole winner.

Chuckling softly, he took the mic back before ending the call. “Sorry. That was my wife.” His English wasn’t particularly good, but those words were said confidently.

As the stream ended, the Americans thoroughly embarrassed at their poor performance, Kenma slung his arms around you and let out a soft chuckle. “I didn’t know you were such a potty mouth.”

masterlist

[clawsdevour]

᥀*:･kenma bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my shitty writing, not proofread

𓈒 ﹑ೃ࿔ 🐈

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to be easily flustered with even the slightest physical attention you give him. Could be a small quick peck and he's staring at you with his mouth slightly parted while he's fuming pink.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to show his love and affection for you through kind gestures of services and giving you his undivided attention even with his work schedule. He'd do little things such as fixing your hair for you or making you a quick meal whenever you tell him you're hungry.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to love watching movies with you in his little private theater. Kenma would overall just love to spend his free time with you and just you. He doesn't mind whenever it gets quiet as long as it's comfortable silence because he'd rather not have a forced conversation.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to teach you his favorite games. He'd be very patient, explaining each of the game's functions and rules. Kenma would definitely crush you though and he knows it. Whenever you start getting a bit upset from losing to him so many times, he'd let you win on purpose and say it was dumb luck.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to give you his softest smiles and vulnerable side which he would never give anyone else. His eyes are always lit up when he sees your face and would also give you sincere and honest compliments when it comes to you.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to bring you up in a conversation with Kuroo all the time, where it gets to the point where Kuroo has to ask to ask about how you are since Kenma's blanking out from trying to not talk about you. Kuroo would also be the first person to know about you and Kenma's relationship updates.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to be super shy and nervous upon meeting with your parents. However, Kenma will eventually ease up and show his vulnerable side to them. He's very respectful and polite whenever he meets with your parents.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to always ask if he's pleasuring you right. He'd really enjoy seeing you squirm when it comes towards his long and slender fingers that curl into your sweet spot. He'd also enjoy trying out new things with you whenever you make a suggestion.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to love watching you ride on top of him whether you're facing him or not. He absolutely goes feral when you use his dick like your own personal toy. Kenma also likes this position because he doesn't have to do as much while his finger tips rub on your pulsating clit.

-Kenma, the type of boyfriend to be absolutely exhausted when you both finish but still makes an effort to get you cleaned up. When you're both cleaned up and laying in your new sheets, he definitely loves to cuddle with his head in the crook of your neck.

masterlist here

[moechies]

haii yvvie.... do u have any thoughts on kenma-nii..... he's been on my mind loads & i hope ull match my freak >__<

louise hi doll! i didn’t even recognize you !! your new theme is to die for… ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

mmm i definitely think kenma nii needs you on his dick 24/7!! unfortunately you have to be mounted on his dick all night especially when he’s planning to stay up late and stream for his viewers — he’ll just prop you up on his lap and shove his wet cock inside. he says it’s for motivation, and after a long day of work he needs a little consistency to keep him awake — so be a doll and be good for your nii-nii okay?

i think it was completely unnatural — how you got into this position. kenma-nii is just such an awful, obvious pervert that you can’t help but reciprocate his disgusting antics. and no, he doesn’t purposefully leave tracks of his doings to send a hint — rather it’s the opposite! how does he get caught everytime?

kenma-nii started off with a simple habit — stealing your dirtied panties. he was so anxious of getting caught, so anxious that you’ll find out there’s a little slip of paper in his shaky writing of what he planned to do before, during, and after he did the perverted deed. the little list consisted of :

• take from hamper

• wash

• fold and return

and everything had been going according to plan, his shaky hands peeling at the soddened fabric off of his sensitive cock after a satisfying wank but he falls asleep! falls asleep with your literal panties in his fist, and you come back home with intentions to greet him when you see your pastel panty clenched in your nii-nii’s fist. in a short panic you turn your head, met with the little list he had prepared in advance.

from then on, guiltily it had been the only thing on your mind. breaking plates and tripping whenever you’re lost in a cloud of thoughts, and you earn a scoff and roll of an eye from your older brother when you do.

you’re walking back to your room in a shame after you’ve had kenma-nii help you to clean up the broken ceramic when you spot the dirty pair of briefs on top of all of your two’s shared laundry hamper— almost flaunting at you the way it’s laid perfectly atop of the basket. your movement stutters, blood rushing through your body with a hot flash when you quickly divert your direction, snatching the fabric in your fists before racing back to your bedroom without a second thought.

and it’s all surreal — everything leading up to this moment as your nii-nii speaks all sultry into the fluffy microphone, legs spread out wide with your body plaint to his. his fat cock lodged into your swollen pussy as you mewl into his shoulder. he’s telling you to quiet down, telling you you’re lucky he’s only streaming his voice tonight or else you wouldn’t be so lucky as to hug your nii-nii while warming him tonight.

your eyes are tear-ridden, nervously biting down into your lower lip and holding back as best as you can to prevent yourself from cumming on his thick cock. you press your lips to his instead in hopes to distract yourself, moaning softly into his mouth and he reciprocates — kissing back gently and allowing you to suckle on his tongue.

“times almost up. be good for nii-nii and wait it out.” he whispers into your panting mouth, earning a whine.

“h-hurry please . . can’t hold it anymore kenma-nii.” you whimper, nuzzling yourself back into the crook of his neck. he chuckles softly, the chat of his stream growing suspicious of the unusual silence.

♡ : what’s with the silence ??? you’re usually so talkative kenma

✧ : r u feeling ok kenma? :(

☆ : hahaha, maybe he has to tend to his gf

★ : that can’t be :( kenma is all mine !!!

“you know what . . sorry stream, i’ve gotta stop the stream a bit early today. my sister’s sick, and needs me to run some errands.” he lies, eyes lidded with a grin when your gaze shoots up to him.

☆ : what!! no way, he definitely has a girlfriend!!

✧ : already? nooo kenma!

���ৎ ׁ: we hope your sister feels better soon... but we don't hate her any less for taking away our precious time with you </33 just kidding!!

"oh yeah, she'll feel better soon alright." kenma grunts when you dig your nails into his skin in a worry — it's hilarious to him. he gives his audience a soft letting-down, giving them his farewells before ending his stream.

he bounces you on his lap once he's diverted his attention from the screen, making you squeak at the sudden thrust of his hips.

"you happy?" he grins,

"yes." you purr into his cheek, lifting your hips before dropping them softly against his pelvis — plump ass grinding down gently. you both moan softly, simultaneously but he stops you softly with a grip to your hips.

"so des-desperate 'mouto." he chuckles. "i'll take care of you now, okay? don't worry."

[kiesbrainjuice]

— SPACE SONG ! kenma kozume

syn : your boyfriend is rather distant because of his streams but make it up to you

wc : 3.4k

tw : angst, smut, fluff, timeskip!kenma, afab!reader, ruined orgasm, missionary then cowgirl, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, reader get drunk (not during smut)

Kenma Kozume, once a skilled setter for the Nekoma High School volleyball team, had transformed his passion for gaming into a lucrative career. His YouTube channel and Twitch streams boasted millions of subscribers, eagerly tuning in to watch his expert gameplay and witty commentary. His fame had skyrocketed, leading to numerous sponsorship deals with major gaming companies, each vying for his endorsement of their latest releases.

You stood in the doorway of Kenma's state-of-the-art gaming room, watching your boyfriend of nearly a year as he sat hunched over his setup. The glow of multiple monitors illuminated his face, his cat-like eyes darting across the screens as his fingers danced over the keyboard and mouse. You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness, despite being in the same room.

"Kenma," you called softly, careful not to disrupt his stream. "Do you have a minute?"

Without taking his eyes off the game, Kenma responded in a low voice, "Not now. I'm in the middle of a crucial match."

You sighed, used to this response but still disappointed. "I was hoping we could talk about our plans for the weekend. Maybe go out somewhere?"

Kenma's brow furrowed slightly, more from concentration on the game than your question. "This weekend? I have a sponsored stream for that new MMORPG. It's a big deal."

"But we haven't had a proper date in weeks," you protested, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.

Kenma paused for a split second, his character on screen momentarily idle. He glanced at you, his expression a mix of guilt and irritation. "Look, I know it's been busy lately. The channel's growing faster than ever, and I can't pass up these opportunities."

He turned back to the game, his fingers resuming their frantic pace. "Do you want something? Use my credit card as you like, buy anything. And don't disturb my work hours," he added, his tone indifferent as he refocused on the live match.

You felt a lump forming in your throat. "It's not about the money, Kenma. I just want to spend time with you."

But Kenma was already back in his gaming world, his microphone reactivated as he called out strategies to his teammates. You knew he wouldn't respond now, not with tens of thousands of viewers watching his every move.

As you turned to leave the room, you caught a glimpse of the chat flying by on one of the monitors. Fans were speculating about Kenma's personal life, some wondering if he was single. You remembered the conversation where Kenma had asked to keep your relationship private, fearing the impact it might have on his career and your privacy.

Now, standing alone in the hallway of your shared apartment, you couldn't help but wonder if there was room for you in Kenma's life of pixels and paychecks. The sound of his voice, animated and engaged with his audience, drifted from the room behind you, a stark contrast to the quiet, disinterested tone he had used with you moments ago.

You made your way to the kitchen, your footsteps heavy with disappointment. The sleek, modern appliances and granite countertops that had once excited you now felt cold and impersonal. As you leaned against the kitchen island, the emotions you'd been holding back finally broke through.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you covered your mouth to muffle the sound of your sobs. The last thing you wanted was for Kenma to hear you crying over his livestream. The contrast between the enthusiastic voice coming from his gaming room and the silence of the kitchen where you stood alone was painfully stark.

With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and opened your group chat with your closest friends.

You: Hey guys. Anyone up for going out tonight? I really need to get out of the house.

Ami: What's wrong? Everything okay with you and Kenma?

Yuki: I'm free! Let's hit that new club downtown. You sound like you could use a girls' night out.

Hana: Count me in. We'll cheer you up!

You: Thanks, girls. I just... I need a distraction. Things have been tough lately.

Ami: Say no more. We've got your back. Meet at my place at 9?

You: Sounds perfect. I'll be there.

You wiped your eyes, feeling a small sense of relief. At least you had friends who cared and were there for you. As you headed to the bedroom to get ready, you could still hear Kenma's voice, now punctuated by occasional laughter and excitement over some in-game achievement.

"I'm going out," you called out, knowing he probably wouldn't respond or even notice your absence.

As expected, there was no reply. You sighed, picked out an outfit that made you feel confident, and started getting ready. The night out with your friends wouldn't solve the underlying issues in your relationship, but at least it would provide a temporary escape from the loneliness that had become all too familiar in your shared apartment.

As you applied your makeup, carefully concealing the evidence of your tears, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could continue like this – loving someone who seemed to exist more in the digital world than in the real one beside you.

–

As you arrived at Ami's place, your phone buzzed with a message. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was from Kenma.

Kenma: Where are you?

You hesitated for a moment before replying.

You: I'm out with the girls. Told you I was leaving.

Kenma: Oh. When will you be back?

You: Not sure. Don't wait up.

You stared at your phone, half-hoping he'd say something more, express concern, or ask you to come home. But no further messages came.

"Everything okay?" Ami asked, noticing your frown.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, just Kenma checking in. Let's go have some fun."

The four of you piled into a taxi, the excitement of a night out slowly lifting your spirits. As you approached the club, the pulsing beats could be heard even from the street.

"This is exactly what you need," Yuki said, linking her arm with yours. "A night to forget about everything and just dance."

The club was packed, bodies moving in sync with the music. The DJ was skilled, mixing tracks that kept the energy high. You and your friends found a spot on the dance floor, and for the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to relax.

As you danced, the rhythm pulsing through your body, you tried to push thoughts of Kenma aside. But every now and then, you'd catch yourself checking your phone, hoping to see a message from him.

Hana noticed and gently took your phone. "Hey, tonight is about you, okay? Let's live in the moment."

You nodded, grateful for your friends' support. The night continued, a blur of dancing, laughter, and overpriced cocktails. For hours, you lost yourself in the music and the company of your friends.

It was nearly 2 AM when you stumbled out of the club, your feet aching but your heart lighter than it had been in months.

"Thank you all so much," you said, hugging each of your friends. "I really needed this."

As you got into a taxi to head home, the euphoria of the night began to fade, replaced by the reality waiting for you. You wondered if Kenma would still be awake, if he'd noticed your absence, if he'd care that you'd been out so late.

The taxi pulled up to your apartment building. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you inside. As much as you'd enjoyed the night out, you knew that come morning, you and Kenma would need to have a serious conversation about your relationship and your future together.

As you fumbled with your keys, the door suddenly swung open. Kenma stood there, his hair disheveled and eyes wide with concern.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The sudden show of affection, combined with your inebriated state, caught you off guard. You giggled, your words slurring slightly as you spoke.

"Kenmaaa," you drawled, poking his cheek. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a cutie? 'Cause you are. Such a cute kitty."

Kenma's brow furrowed with worry as he realized your state. "You're drunk. Come on, let's get you inside."

As he guided you into the apartment, you stumbled, nearly falling before he caught you. "Whoopsie! My hero," you giggled again.

"I'm so sorry," Kenma said, his voice thick with remorse. "I shouldn't have ignored you earlier. I didn't realize you were so upset."

You waved your hand dismissively, nearly hitting him in the face. "S'okay. You were busy with your millions of fans. Who needs a girlfriend when you have millions of fans, right?"

Kenma winced at your words. "No, that's not... I've been terrible to you. I'm so, so sorry."

He helped you to the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed, your world spinning. Kenma knelt beside you, gently removing your shoes.

"You know what?" you said, your voice suddenly serious despite your drunken state. "I miss you. Even when you're here, I miss you."

Kenma's face crumpled with guilt. "I know. I've been selfish and blind. I promise I'll make it up to you."

He helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water. "Drink this. It'll help."

As you sipped the water, Kenma busied himself getting you comfortable. He helped you change into pajamas, brought a bucket in case you felt sick, and made sure you had painkillers nearby for the inevitable hangover.

"There," he said softly, tucking you in. "Try to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning, okay?"

You nodded sleepily, already drifting off. Just before you fell asleep, you felt Kenma's lips press gently against your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't shown it lately. That's going to change."

As sleep overtook you, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol. 

–

As you slowly regained consciousness, your head throbbing and your mouth dry, you became aware of movement in the room. You cracked open an eye to see Kenma looking at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

You groaned in response, your voice hoarse. "Is it morning already?"

Kenma chuckled lightly, taking in your disheveled appearance. "It's almost noon, actually. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," you mumbled, slowly sitting up.

"Come on," Kenma said, helping you to your feet. "I've made coffee. It should help."

You shuffled after him to the kitchen, squinting against the light. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you.

As Kenma busied himself pouring you a cup, you leaned against the counter, watching him. Something felt different, but in your hungover state, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Then suddenly, a realization hit you.

"Wait," you said, your brow furrowing in confusion. "Don't you have a stream right now?"

Kenma turned to you, coffee in hand, his expression serious. "No, I cancelled it."

"You... cancelled it?" you repeated, stunned. Kenma never cancelled streams, especially not sponsored ones.

He nodded, handing you the coffee. "I cancelled all my streams for the next few days, actually. We need to talk, and you're more important than any sponsorship or subscriber count."

You took a sip of coffee, trying to process this information. "But... your career, your fans..."

Kenma shook his head, cutting you off. "They can wait. I've been neglecting what really matters - you, us. I realized last night how close I was to losing you, and I never want to come that close again."

Despite your hangover, you felt a surge of emotion. "Kenma..."

He took your free hand in his, his golden eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I got caught up in the success and forgot about the most important person in my life. Can we talk? Really talk, about us and where we go from here?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Yeah, we should talk."

Kenma squeezed your hand gently. "Finish your coffee, take a shower if you want. I'll be here when you're ready.”

As you settled on the couch, Kenma positioned himself between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. Your fingers instinctively found their way to his hair, gently running through the soft strands. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on either of you.

"I've missed this," Kenma murmured, nuzzling closer.

You smiled, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger. "What, using me as your personal pillow?"

He chuckled softly. "Among other things. Your touch, your scent, just... you."

"Careful, Kozume," you teased. "Keep talking like that and I might think you actually like me."

Kenma tilted his head to look up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh? And what if I do more than like you?"

Your heart fluttered at his words. "Prove it," you challenged playfully.

In one swift motion, Kenma sat up and cupped your face in his hands. His golden eyes locked with yours, full of warmth and affection. "Challenge accepted," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

When you parted, you couldn't help but grin. "Not bad for a gamer boy."

Kenma raised an eyebrow. "Gamer boy? I'll have you know I'm a gamer man."

You laughed, pulling him close again. "Oh really? Then show me your high score, gamer man."

He smirked, leaning in for another kiss. "Game on."

As you feverishly clutched each other, all the pent-up desire from months apart erupted into a frenzy of passion. The hunger and longing was palpable as you devoured each other's lips, your hands greedily exploring every inch of skin. Words were unnecessary as your bodies spoke their own language, a primal dance of pleasure and release. There was no need for discussion, only the wild abandon of two lovers reunited at last.

Kenma's hands slid under your sweatshirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck as his lips met your skin. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he squeezed your breasts gently. "I need you," you moaned, craving more of his touch. With each kiss, the desire between you grew stronger, igniting sparks of passion like wildfire. Your breaths mingled, creating a symphony of pleasure as the world around you melted away. In that moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeats and the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by each other.

As his skilled fingers traced a path over the fabric covering your heated core, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan into his hungry mouth. "That's it, baby," he murmured against your lips, his movements becoming more fervent. With a quick swoop, he removed your panties and shorts, exposing your now throbbing center to the cool air. As his fingers continued their maddening circles, his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. Just as you felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, he abruptly stopped, leaving you flushed and wanting. "Kenma..." you breathed out, pleading for him to continue.

He slowly removed his pants, revealing the outline of his erect member through his underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he said confidently as he peeled off his underwear, causing you to gasp in excitement. You couldn't help but admire the size and girth of his throbbing cock as it stood proudly before you. He smirked at your reaction and teasingly rubbed the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy. "Look how wet you are," he whispered huskily in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, he pulled back and only brushed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper with frustration. "Please," you begged, gripping onto him tightly as he held your thighs apart. Without hesitation, he thrust himself into you fully, causing you to moan loudly into his neck. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronization as he pounded into you with every ounce of strength and passion he possessed. And for that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of you locked in an ecstatic embrace.

With a predatory gaze, he slowly undressed, revealing the outline of his impressive erection through his tight underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he growled with confidence as he slid off his underwear, exposing a throbbing and girthy cock that made your mouth water with desire. He smirked at your obvious arousal and teasingly dragged the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy, eliciting an eager gasp from your lips. "Look how ready you are for me," he purred huskily into your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. But just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back and only grazed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper in desperation. "Please," you begged, desperate for him to fulfill your burning desires. With a feral hunger in his eyes, he gripped onto your thighs tightly and plunged himself inside you with a powerful thrust, causing you to cry out in pleasure and cling onto him desperately. Your bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, each thrust driving both of you closer to the brink of ecstasy. And in that moment, nothing else existed except for the raw passion between the two of you as you were consumed by unbridled desire and pleasure.

Your bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, each thrust causing your entire being to jolt with euphoria. The taste of his saliva lingered between your lips, igniting a primal desire within you as he devoured your mouth. "Kenma...'s t-too much...t-too good," you gasped, feeling yourself on the brink of explosion. But before you could surrender completely to ecstasy, he flipped you over and guided you onto him in the cowgirl position, his depths reaching even deeper inside of you. "Ride me, baby," he commanded, and with a few moments to adjust and find your rhythm, you began to ride him with reckless abandon. Your hands gripped onto his torso for support as you moved together in perfect harmony, both moaning and groaning in ecstasy. His words of praise only fueled your desire as you picked up speed, feeling the rough friction between your bodies. He grabbed onto your ass, guiding and assisting your movements as you cried out his name in absolute bliss. Every sensation was heightened in this position, every thrust and grind sending shivers of pleasure through your body as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Each powerful thrust sends you spiraling further into a state of pure ecstasy. Your cries reach a deafening crescendo, urging him to never stop as he takes you with an unrelenting force. His torso presses against yours, his head buried in your chest as he hungrily tastes and teases your sensitive breasts. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumes every inch of your body, building towards an explosive release that you can no longer hold back. With a final desperate cry of "Fuck! K-Ken...!", you both shatter into oblivion, consumed by the intensity of your passion until there is nothing left but the sound of heavy breathing and the taste of each other lingering on your lips.

As you both lay entwined in the afterglow, your hearts beating in sync with one another, a sense of peace and comfort washes over you. Kenma's arms envelop you protectively, and you can't help but marvel at how this gamer boy has turned into a man who thoroughly knows how to take care of you.

You trace your fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch. "I love you, Kenma," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion.

He turns his head to look into your eyes, his own shining with love and devotion. "And I love you too, more than words can express." He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

Ⓒ kiesbrainjuice all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

tag : @haechansbbg

[tiltedmint]

Texts w. Kenma - Save me, househusband

timeskip!kenma x fem!reader; established relationship

part 2 | part 3

made to feed my delusions hehe, also ignore the phone time askjfd

warning: lots of typos lol, suggestive if you squint

[mrs-kodzuken]

Hi, I was wondering if you would be able to write some Osamu and Kenma x chubby/midsize! reader headcanons? Both fluff and smut if possible, thank you!

of course!! i assume you mean separate? if not, i’ll rewrite this for you!! enjoy :)

osamu miya x chubby!reader fem!reader, midsized/chubby, smut under the warning

bestfriend!osamu who stayed awake late last night with you on his mind, your beautiful face, and your gorgeous body as well

bestfriend!osamu who wake up to your sweet morning messages that you never fail to send nor fail to add the cute emoticons he's grown to love

bestfriend!osamu who picks you up in the morning before school and he's always staring at your plush legs in that skirt - can you blame him?

bestfriend!osamu who never fails to be there for you when you're at your lowest, coming over in sweatpants and a large t-shirt, his t-shirt, that look oh so great on you but you're crying your eyes out

bestfriend!osamu who always comforts you when you get insecure about your body, telling you that he thinks you look perfect and there's nothing wrong with you, and that starving yourself is especially not okay

bestfriend!osamu who cooks your favorite food with a couple more onigiri after you shamefully confessed that you haven't eaten all day

bestfriend!osamu who can't help but to just stare at you while you eat, he loves cooking for you and always ignores your comments about how he's going to 'get you fat'

bestfriend!osamu whose heart breaks into pieces when you get emotional while eating, harmful thoughts in your head, all he can do is pull you closer and press a kiss to your temple (hoping that that is what best friends do)

bestfriend!osamu who holds you, reminds you that you're not as big as you may think you are, that you're perfect, that you're probably everyone's dream girl type (definitely his)

bestfriend!osamu who gets closer and closer to confessing to you every day, he shows all his love confessions in food that he's personally cooked for you, you always being on his mind

bestfriend!osamu who tells you all the things he loves about you, trying to not make it sound like he's deeply in love and wants you to be his girlfriend or that he wants to literally eat you

bestfriend!osamu who facetimes you in the bathroom away from his brothers prying ears to tell you that he thinks you should buy that dress because damn, it snugs your hips and caresses your body so well

bestfriend!osamu who has a heart next to your name in his phone, when asked about it he just says that you're one of the most important people in his life so why wouldn't he? (he's in love)

bestfriend!osamu who can't help but to want to be more than best friends with you, always getting jealous when you visit during practice and his brother always has to yap to you

bestfriend!osamu who is tired of you self-deprecating and finally shuts you up with a crushing kiss, pulling your body towards his own (with consent obviously) stroking your plush, curvy hips and thighs not being able to stay off of you, his eyes bewildered with need to show you just how much he needs you - just how precious you are to him

bestfriend!osamu who kisses you from your mouth down towards your heavy-set breasts, your stomach that he's always loved, and stopping at your bottoms, looking up in which you nod, then making your entire face go red by kissing that too

bestfriend!osamu who presses kisses as over your thighs, nipping at them and making a collection of marks on them too, he wants to you look back at them and think of how much need he has for you

bestfriend!osamu who makes you squeeze your thighs over his head so tight because he loves to eat you out with love, he's desperate for the way you taste and it's so addicting, his touch makes you loud and feel crazy

bestfriend!osamu who fucks you with love, not planning for it to go this way but he just loves the way your body jiggles under each delicious thrust that he can't help but to just give you more

bestfriend!osamu who makes you feel how deep he is inside you and then makes you tell him just how pretty you are and that you love yourself, it makes you cry a bit, but it made your heart warm that he did that for you

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

kenma kozume x chubby!reader

fem!reader, midsized/chubby, smut under the warning

boyfriend!kenma who fell in love with you after meeting you in a game store, wanting the exact same, new game as him

boyfriend!kenma who doesn't care about the way you look, you're still beautiful in his eyes, even if he doesn't show it

boyfriend!kenma who sometimes doesn't know how to help you when you get super sad and insecure about your body, so he takes you on a long walk hand-in-hand to an ice cream shop that you love, he claims you can eat it because "you need a treat for all that walking I made you do baby" and you gladly accept because well, he's right

boyfriend!kenma who loves to see you in his shirts, even if some fit a bit snuggly on your breast area, what can he say? he loves to see it

boyfriend!kenma who loves to lay on your stomach and thighs because he knows just as well as you that it's the best pillow mankind could ask for, he's so happy he's got an amazing girlfriend that is absolutely gorgeous

boyfriend!kenma who isn't afraid to mark you on your neck, he always wants you to see that you can't escape his love that he has for you, even when you're crying about your image

boyfriend!kenma invites you over to his apartment to bake with him to take your mind off of the nasty thoughts that he hates, making sure to kiss you a lot and press his taller frame on your backside

boyfriend!kenma who loves the nights where you both stay in and have a "cheat day" as you would say, then order take out and play Nintendo games till you both pass out

boyfriend!kenma who loves caressing your body, your stomach and thighs are his favorite, there's always some sort of touch on your body from him, he can't keep his hands off of you

boyfriend!kenma who hates walking/jogging when he doesn't need to but does it for your sake when you are dead set on getting a certain amount of steps in today

boyfriend!kenma places you on his lap while he's playing the game, silently showing you that you're not heavy on him and that he gets absolutely very hard for you

boyfriend!kenma who can't help but to grind against you whilst you struggle to hold in your need for him to absolutely ruin you, you kiss his neck hoping that he will give you what you're desperately craving for

boyfriend!kenma folds you in half like a pretzel, forgetting the game he was playing, not paying any mind to the fitting sexual music coming from the monitor either as he moves to rub your clit, trying to make you forget your name with every thrust, your high-pitched moans bouncing off the walls

boyfriend!kenma finds it so sexy how you let him tie you up with rope, your plush body turning him on so much as you wiggle your hips, whining for him

boyfriend!kenma who tries to constantly make you squirt, finding out that him telling you how perfect your body is, he wouldn't choose it another way, and making you say you love yourself really gets you into that perfect mood for him to turn you into a mess on him

boyfriend!kenma who (with your permission) creampies you, shoving his hips into yours, loving the sound your bodies make when they slam together, overstimulating him and you by continuing after you both finish, then holds your face to give you a messy kiss and telling you that he loves you so much

a/n: i hope this is good!! it's my first time writing actual head cannons lol, please don't steal my work :)

the dividers are from @mikeykuns and @anitalenia !! <33

[fizziedoodle]

dating kenma kozume pt.2

[tsukkisdinocollection]

After what seemed like hours of convincing, he’s convinced by his friend to attend a performance in one of the theaters in Tokyo. He doesn’t know how he got himself into this mess, honestly – letting his bouncing friend drag him to the theater and having to shut him up. But he doesn’t regret it, because once he sees you onstage, he feels time stop. It's like he's fallen in love for the first time.

He could’ve sworn you made eye contact with him. It makes his heart flutter.

When the performance is finished, you bow down as different flowers are thrown onto the stage. He finds himself immediately going on his phone, searching for your name – he plans to binge watch all your works as soon as he gets home.

Unfortunately, his friend notices, and he’ll never live it down.

Daichi Sawamura, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Kenma Kozume, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kentaro Kyotani, Keiji Akaashi, Osamu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Wakatoshi Ushijima

[noyasmashing]

───── ౨ৎ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 ౨ৎ ──────

Bestfriend!Kenma, lets you style his long hair in silly ways, begrudgingly allowing you to take photos while he pouts with flushed ears.

Bestfriend!Kenma, plays video games for hours with you. He doesn’t mind if you just watch or join in and he’s always patient, even if you’re terrible at the games.

Bestfriend!Kenma, acts annoyed when you drag him outside for a hike, but secretly he’s happy to spend time with you, especially with the promise of mochi afterward.

Bestfriend!Kenma, often falls asleep on you—on the train, he dozes on your shoulder, and at home, his head ends up in your lap as he snores lightly.

Bestfriend!Kenma, asks for back scratches at sleepovers, promising to switch after five minutes. Predictably though, he falls asleep after just two minutes, leaving you without your back rub.

Bestfriend!Kenma, never felt particularly attracted to anyone until he accidentally walks in on you changing. Stunned, he stands there until you slam the door in his face, yelling.

Bestfriend!Kenma, slides apology letters and a chocolate bar under the door to show his regret.

Bestfriend!Kenma, takes you out for ice cream as an apology, but really, he just wants to go on a date with you.

Bestfriend!Kenma, cuts you off with an unexpected,“yes please” when you ask him to be your boyfriend, making you giggle.

Boyfriend!Kenma, insists on having sleepovers all the time or falling asleep on call because he misses your voice.

─────────── ౨ৎ ───────────

[hxltic]

“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

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

500 FOLLOWERS?!

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

“Where we going?”

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

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

“Where are you going?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhuh…”

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

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

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

“You look good.”

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

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

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

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

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

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

“Kenma. What.”

��Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

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

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

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

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

——•——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up? How was it?”

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

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

“You sure? You don’t look—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

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

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

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

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

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

“I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

©️ hxltic

[yuyinesque]

VARIOUS | 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉!𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝗏𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝘱𝘵. 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

⚘ précis. ≡ you simply wondered if your boyfriend tsukishima, tanaka, kozume, or hinata knows what bra wires are used for.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ afab!reader, no fem-aligned sobriquets or race implications (accidentally used the black hand in tanaka’s, ignore it lol).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw text convos.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

TSUKISHIMA KEI.

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA.

HINATA SHOYO.

KOZUME KENMA.

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.