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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 2 years

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falling in love with kozume kenma.

best friends → lovers kenma x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: i only proofread half of it sorry, female reader

a/n: this is basically the same thing as my suga one so maybe i'll make a series of falling in love and then dating with different hq characters?? i dunno it could be cute but we'll see it

kenma was your best friend. always had been. well, him and tetsu anyways.

your family and the kuroo family were family friends, so tetsu was basically your older brother. he was the annoying, good-for-2 things-brother.

you met kenma in elementary school only because he became friends with tetsu, but you became friends quickly. you had a shyer personality around people that you didn't know, but were pretty bubbly around people you felt comfortable with. because whenever you hung out with kenma tetsu was there, you had no problem being yourself.

however, as you further got to know him and spent more time with him, he was just as much a friend to you as he was to tetsu. he changed from "tetsu-nii's (yes you used to call him tetsu-nii as an elementary school student bc of how much of a brother he was to u) friend to "my friend."

at first glance, kenma was quiet. he was shy. he didn't like people. but when you got to known him more, you learned that he had a kind heart and a sweet, chill, easily-flustered personality. you learned that he liked playing video games because they were an escape to the world around him. you weren't very good at them, but you liked watching him play them and would occasionally try when he offered. you learned that even if he covered it up with slightly sarcastic or grumpy remarks, he deeply cared for those he loved.

and you were one of those.

as a child, you were unable to differentiate platonic and romantic love. all you knew was that you loved kenma, and your 7-year old butt always made sure to let him know.

every time you saw him, your eyes lit up, you ran towards him, gave him a big hug, and told him you loved him with a smile on your face. his reaction was always a gentle hug, (you were literally the only person he touched as a kid) and a quiet "love you too," with red ears and rosy cheeks.

because of the love you felt for kenma, you assumed that it was romantic love, so you told kenma that the two of you should date. he agreed with his signature red ear and rosy cheek combo, and that was the start of your and kenma's relationship.

you held hands, gave him hugs, ran over to his house and to the park for little "dates," and told him that you loved him everyday. this was nothing particularly out of the ordinary, because you did that before your "relationship," but the one thing that changed was that you gave your first kiss to 7-year old kozume kenma. your parents thought that you two's "relationship" was absolutely adorable, and even tetsu thought that it was kinda cute.

as the two of you aged into high schoolers, you were uncertain of your relationship with kenma. technically, the two of you never really "broke up." your relationship had stayed the same throughout the years, and your "relationship" had never really been discussed.

the two of you still held hands, gave hugs, and said "i love you," because of the comfort both of you found in familiarity and routine. cuddling, crying and venting to each other, and building your minecraft world together was relaxing, and it felt like home. you truly cherished the time that you spent with him. yet somehow, even though you two did all this together, you couldn't really tell if kenma meant it platonically or romantically.

your friends always asked the two of you were dating, and you always brushed it off, because in truth, you didn't know. you didn't know if kenma considered the two of you a couple just because your elementary-school relationship technically never ended.

as high school went on, you were unsure of what your relationship with kenma was. neither one of you dated at all in high school, which added another layer of uncertainty to the whole situation. but one thing you were certain of was your feelings for him. you weren't sure when it started, but your platonic love for kenma had become romantic. you never dared to ask kenma about your relationship, though. you were too nervous.

at this point, all of your friends knew that your relationship with kenma was a bit complicated

soon enough, your senior year of high school had finished, so big boy tetsu took you, his basically-little-sister, kenma, his best friend, yamamoto-kun, his crazy junior, and fukunaga-kun, his oddly funny junior, out to eat.

you were friends with fukunaga-kun and yamamoto-kun, partially because they were tetsu and kenma's teammates, but also partially because they were your fellow third-years.

the five of you had a ton of fun, and it was just a really chill night.

you got pretty tired part way through, so you rested on kenma's shoulder and dozed off for a bit. it wasn't unusual for the two of you to cuddle, but kenma hated it whenever his teammates touched him. the most physical contact he was willing to do with them was a quick high-five after a good play, so it was a huge shock for yamamoto and fukunaga to see him not only be ok with it, but also enjoy it??

"woah!! kenma, getting a little.. lovey over there.. OOOOO" yamamoto teased, making annoying kissey faces in the air.

kenma shot you a glance to make sure you were asleep before mumbling a, "shut up, tora."

yamamoto paused for a moment. kenma hadn't denied anything.

"wait kenma.. are you two actually.. dating?!" yamamoto interrogated, somewhat in a state of shock at the mere thought of hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma not only dating someone, but hermit-crab-doesnt-talk-to-anyone-kenma dating someone before him. "kuroo-san.. did you know about this?"

and that was when you woke up.

"it's.." kenma started. he sighed. "honestly, i don't know."

you kept your eyes shut. what was he talking about?

"tell us about it." fukuyama suggested. "maybe it'll help."

kenma let out a long exhale. "don't make fun of me, but when we were in elementary school, we had a little elementary school relationship, and we.. technically never broke up."

woah. you thought. he still remembers that?

"i know it's stupid because we were in elementary school, but i keep finding myself, like, overthinking 'nd stuff because maybe she like-likes me and she never broke it off for a reason but like maybe she just forgot, or like, I DONT KNOW!" exclaimed, exasperated and at this point grumpy.

tetsu let out a chuckle. "sounds like you're pretty far in love."

kenma blushed. "i guess."

you couldn't believe your ears.

that was when you fell asleep again, and missed out on the rest of the conversation.

you awoke to kenma setting you down gently on your bed.

"kenma..?" you asked sleepily. "what.. happened?"

he chuckled. cute. "you fell asleep and i carried you back."

you blushed. and that was when you remembered the conversation kenma had with his teammates and tetsu.

"kenma?"

"yeah?"

"im gonna tell you something right now, but you have to promise not to get mad."

"ok.. i promise."

"pinky promise?"

"pinky promise."

you took a deep breath. "part way through my nap i.. woke up and overheard a.. conversation."

you could see the panic and fear in his eyes.

"i.. overheard that you still think about how we never broke up our elementary school relationship."

kenma looked away, extremely nervous. "it's not really that big a deal.. i was being o-overdramatic." kenma was such a bad liar. always had been.

"you were?"

"y-yeah."

"oh.. well i still think about it."

kenma's head shot up. "you do?"

"yeah." you smiled. "and i like you, by the way. in a romantic way."

kenma's ears and cheeks weren't just red, his whole body shot up like 100 degrees.

"i.. do too." he mumbled with a blush and a slight smile.

he took a deep breath and the redness decreased. slightly. "uh.. i know that this might not be the most.. romantic.. moment, but will you be my girlfriend, l/n y/n? if you weren't already." redness +430.

you smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. "yes." and pulled him into a kiss.

and it was perfect.

you weren't having an intense kiss on a grass field atop a hill in a cute dress with wind flowing through your hair and flowers he gave you in your left hand's clutch, but you were happier than you would've been if you were. it was sweet, romantic, take no. 2, chill yet passionate, relaxed, at home, a little messy and inexperienced, and perfectly imperfect. just like how you predicted your now-official-official relationship with the love of literally your life, kozume kenma.

and that was when tetsu and your mom walked in. your parents wanted to give you a glass of water because they figured kenma had already left, and tetsu wanted to wake you up to discuss what kenma had ranted about, knowing that you felt the same way.

they walked in, did a simultaneous gasp, and walked straight out, a smile on your mom's face and a smirk on tetsu's.

to both of your horrors, you heard tetsu's hyena laugh and the giggling of your mother, followed by an excited "be-ready-for-when-he-comes-home phone call to his as soon as the door shut.

it was extremely embarrassing, to say the least. but at the end of it, your whole relationship would probably be filled with this. and you would have to learn to ignore it. because, if you were going to date the man who stayed by your side your whole life, you were willing to go through anything.

BONUS BC I FELT LIKE IT

the next day, you received many "OMG OMG OMG" texts from your friends. why?

because kuroo tetsuro the dumbass™ chose to tell EVERYONE in his contacts that his basically-little-sister and his best friend got together FINALLY.

yeah, he teased you relentlessly that night. he didn't even wait a full night to make fun of the two of you for not discussing the exact same problem.

but even though he made fun of both of you, he honestly found this situation quite endearing, as you two were his lifelong ship.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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kissagii · 2 years

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kenma was never good at communicating his feelings. he can get his point across well enough, but his words never seem to properly encapsulate everything he wants to tell you. there's something about you that he adores so deeply but could seem never put into words. he wouldn't even know where to start.

with kenma, it's the little things that speak the loudest. it's the late nights spent playing games together; the comforting embraces after he loses a game; the lingering kisses; the soft brush of your hand against his while you walk to class.

there are times he wishes he could describe the ways you make him feel. he wishes he could tell you how his heart flutters when you're around; how your smile is always contagious; how the tenderness of your embrace fills him with a joyful warmth.

though he never says it, kenma is thoroughly, entirely, irreversibly captivated by you. he would spend every hour of his life beside you if you'd let him.

@https-kenmas-sweetheart come get your man

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let-me-simp-in-peace · 2 years

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Player 2 (Kenma x Reader)

You really enjoyed Kenma’s streams. You usually watched them on your laptop upstairs while Kenma filmed in your shared game room/office. Since Kenma had a specific streaming schedule, it typically knew when to leave him be, but every now and then, Kenma did surprise streams, and he often forgot to warn you of them. That’s how you ended up popping up occasionally in one of his streams.

Sometimes, you stayed for a few minutes if Kenma asked, but you usually tried not to interrupt him. That’s why you were so surprised when Kenma told you that his fans wanted you to join one of his streams.

You played games with Kenma all the time, but you’d never played on stream with him. You were surprised how much time and prep went into it. It made you admire him even more to see the effort he put into the content he made.

Once the stream started, Kenma smiled softly. “Hey everyone, welcome to today’s stream. Today, I have a guest.”

You rolled into frame, waving lightly at the camera.

“This is my wife/husband, Y/n. A lot of you have been requesting that we play something together, and after some thought we decided to play Dead By Daylight.”

You glanced at the chat, giggling at the messages. “Everyone seems really excited.”

Kenma leaned over your shoulder, humming quietly. “They want to know if you’ve ever played this game before.”

“A little. I played while we were testing it for the stream, but other than that, I haven’t.” You saw several comments about how excited they were for your reaction.

Oh, if only they’d known.

~20 Minutes Later~

“Generator…Generator..”

“Is calling it gonna help you find it?” Kenma teased, ignoring the glare you shot his way.

“Maybe! You never know!”

You turned a corner and saw the generator up ahead. “Hell yeah, guess who just found the last generator!”

You ran towards the machine and got to work. You hissed when you missed the skill check, and the generator exploded, a shower of sparks lighting up the area around you.

“Shit shit okay, this is okay. I can work with this.”

You heard a noise in the distance.

“Kenma.”

...

“Kenma, I hear you coming.”

......

“Kenma, if you’re behind me, I swear...”

.........

You hesitantly turned your character around.

“AHHH I FUCKING KNEW IT! KEN, YOU BITCH, OH MY GOD!” You yelped, accidentally smashing several buttons as you tried to run away.

“Come on, Y/n. I just want to give you a little hug.”

“WITH A KNIFE?! No, no, no, fuck you. Not happening.”

Kenma snorted as he watched your character. “Stop running into things, and you might get away.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! THiS iS oBviOuslY riGhT wHeRe i wAnT tO bE!”

You jumped when your character was struck down, bashing the keys as you struggled to get away, but Kenma had already caught you.

Before you knew it, you were staring at the game over screen between the gap in your fingers as you whined, “How are you so good at that? I was so quiet!”

“Yeah, blowing up two of the three generators was so quiet.” Kenma retorted sarcastically.

You slapped his arm, your lips curving upwards. “I had a lot of fun though!”

Kenma smiled softly at your enthusiasm. His audience also enjoyed the dynamic between you two and asked if you could do another stream together sometime.

Kenma found himself hoping you would agree as well. Getting to play with you and seeing his fans’ excited responses to you warmed his heart and reminded him why he loved streaming so much in the first place.

Once everything had been shut off and put away, Kenma took your hand. “That was fun.”

You grinned and kissed his cheek. “I’m glad you had fun, love. We should have a rematch next time.”

Kenma smiled. “I’d like that.”

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semifilms · 1 year

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ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, oikawa, tendou, KUROO, aran, kenma, KAGEYAMA, SUNA, hoshiumi, kunimi, SUGAWARA

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makkir0ll · 18 days

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"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

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anisespice · 1 year

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.

“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”

Ah. Now he gets it.

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.

“Resting Bitch Face.”

He frowned. “I don’t have that.”

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.

And he was right to assume such.

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.

“WHAT.”

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”

Bokuto gaped. “I am??”

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.

“Keiji!”

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.

And you were so glad he did.

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…

“...The fuck?”

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.

‘O S A M U M I Y A’

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick.

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute.

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed.

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.

“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”

“Yeah, but what if someone-”

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.

#🍁wasabi #hq #hq!#hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq kageyama #hq akaashi #hq atsumu #hq kenma #the fuck-it list

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utahimeow · 2 months

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“kenma?”

“hmm?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off the tv screen where he shoots at enemies left and right, but his ears are all yours.

“who was your first kiss?”

it’s become a habit of yours to watch his fingers move on the controller, long and thin and dexterous, wondering how he manages to move them in such a swift manner that to you seems impossible.

“didn’t have one,” he says, blunt.

“ever?”

“ever.”

“how?” you ask, both surprised and not—though now that you think about it, through all the years you’ve known him, he probably would have told you if he had.

“all i did in middle and high school was play volleyball and game. didn’t have time to kiss anyone. also didn’t care about it,” he admits.

you suppose if he wasn’t with you or kuroo, he was at home, playing video games. but there was that little obsession of his with shoyo hinata… so you guess it wasn’t a crush after all.

there’s only an ounce of hesitation behind what you say next, because yes, kenma’s your best friend and this could change the trajectory of your entire relationship with him, but also it’s kenma. kenma who you’ve shared a bed and clothes with, kenma who’s seen you at rock bottom and who’s wiped your snot and tears away when you were at your lowest, kenma who you’re attached at the hip with.

“what if i was your first kiss?”

kenma doesn’t falter at your words, not even for a second as he plays on expertly, nonchalant as always.

“uhh, why?” he asks, and you’re triumphant. if it was a ‘ew, no, what the fuck?’ then that’s how you’d know you fucked up. but it’s not.

“it kinda makes sense for me to be your first. also, i just wanna know what it’s like to kiss you,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders.

the next few moments are full of nothing but controller sounds and the music from the video game on the tv. in the faint glow that radiates from the screen, you make out a tiny dusting of pink on kenma’s pale cheeks.

eventually he gulps. then, “can we drink first?”

your mouth falls open with an insulted gasp and you have half a mind to smack him over the head.

“if you think i’m ugly you can say that, kozume,” you pout, crossing your arms.

“it’s not because i think you’re ugly, dumbass.”

“then why do you need to be drunk to kiss me?!”

kenma is silent again. he doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re staring at him utterly indignantly.

“because i’m too scared to look you in the eyes right now.”

oh.

now you get it.

kenma kozume is such a virgin. and you want him so incredibly badly. in fact you have to restrain yourself from jumping into his lap and kissing him until he can’t think straight.

instead you slide off the couch and head towards his fridge, grab two bottles of asahi and the bottle opener from the utensil drawer before padding back over to the couch, sitting an inch or two closer to kenma than you were before.

you click one bottle open for him, then one for yourself, then without a hint of hesitation you take a confident swig until you’re near chugging the drink.

“chill,” kenma says, side-eyeing you after taking a swig from his own bottle. “don’t want you pulling a himeno on me.”

you let out a noise that’s half-scoff and half-laugh, smacking at his arm. “don’t joke about that. that scene was traumatic.”

two bottles of beer later, kenma’s in-game reflexes start to waver. he’s no longer as sharp as usual, though his tipsy state still trumps the skills of an average player. meanwhile, your head floats with the buzz of alcohol—well, it hovers.

“kenmaaa,” you whine, shaking his arm, when all of a sudden his character is shot to death and the screen pauses as if to deliberately rub his defeat in his face. you stifle a giggle while he runs his hands over his face, though you’re pretty sure it’s not because he lost.

“what?” he asks, but he fails at conveying any real irritation towards you. his voice is small, frail almost.

“i wanna kiss you,” you say. your fingers still cling to the fabric of his hoodie sleeve. kenma’s entire body burns from it. he’s so fucked.

“okay, fine,” he says, turning his body to finally face you and criss-crossing his legs on the couch. “this feels awkward though, how are we-”

and you’ve waited long enough for this, and the alcohol that buzzes through your system makes you throw all your morals out the window, and you’re grabbing him by fistfuls of his hoodie and dragging him towards you until your lips smash—literally—together, and finally he shuts up.

you’re not sure what overcomes you, but you’re kissing him like you’re hungry, not quite ravaging him, but years of yearning deep inside of you bubbles to the surface and fills you with desperation.

also, you’re tipsy.

it’s not long before you come back to your senses a little and remind yourself that this is just his first kiss. go easy on him, maybe?

you move away, slowly, as though trying not to startle him, to find a pair of golden feline eyes blinking back at you. they’re swimming with something unintelligible, something akin to… need? you think you must be seeing things. you’re tipsy, after all.

the silence that hangs over the pair of you is heavy—too heavy. it hurts your shoulders. you laugh so that it goes away, covering your face as though kenma’s timidness was contagious and has now spread to you.

eventually, when you peer back up at him, he’s grinning almost… triumphantly. despite the blush that covers his entire face, he looks victorious. his face replaces any words he could say, and he turns back to his game without a word.

you, however, struggle to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“can we do that more often?” you ask, leaning your frame against his, nuzzling your face into his warmth.

“yeah, we can.”

#kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x you #kenma imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #hq x reader #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — kenma

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bachissidehoe · 3 months

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Kenma absolutely loves getting under the desk service from you while he’s gaming- holding back whines as he chokes short desperate breaths into his microphone. His cock is buried deep in your throat, your head resting lazily between his spread thighs, his fingers slipping off the controller to grip locks of your hair, practically knotting it into the buttons. With every flick of his expert gamer fingers, he tugs your hair, pulling your head harder onto his throbbing cock. Your drool spills onto the fabric of his gaming chair, your fingernails drilled into his thighs as you suck on him. You can hear his friends on call with him, growing frustrated with Kenma’s sudden lack of ability to speak or play properly, it only makes you tease him more. But he doesn’t care about the game anymore. “One sec.” He mumbles, muting his mic and letting the controller drop to the floor so he can hold your head still and cum hard into that pretty mouth.

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heartsoji · 1 year

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falling in love with kozume kenma.

best friends → lovers

kenma x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: i only proofread half of it sorry, female reader

a/n: this is basically the same thing as my suga one so maybe i'll make a series of falling in love and then dating with different hq characters?? i dunno it could be cute but we'll see it

kenma was your best friend. always had been. well, him and tetsu anyways.

your family and the kuroo family were family friends, so tetsu was basically your older brother. he was the annoying, good-for-2 things-brother.

and you were one of those.

as a child, you were unable to differentiate platonic and romantic love. all you knew was that you loved kenma, and your 7-year old butt always made sure to let him know.

at this point, all of your friends knew that your relationship with kenma was a bit complicated

you were friends with fukunaga-kun and yamamoto-kun, partially because they were tetsu and kenma's teammates, but also partially because they were your fellow third-years.

the five of you had a ton of fun, and it was just a really chill night.

"woah!! kenma, getting a little.. lovey over there.. OOOOO" yamamoto teased, making annoying kissey faces in the air.

kenma shot you a glance to make sure you were asleep before mumbling a, "shut up, tora."

yamamoto paused for a moment. kenma hadn't denied anything.

and that was when you woke up.

"it's.." kenma started. he sighed. "honestly, i don't know."

you kept your eyes shut. what was he talking about?

"tell us about it." fukuyama suggested. "maybe it'll help."

kenma let out a long exhale. "don't make fun of me, but when we were in elementary school, we had a little elementary school relationship, and we.. technically never broke up."

woah. you thought. he still remembers that?

tetsu let out a chuckle. "sounds like you're pretty far in love."

kenma blushed. "i guess."

you couldn't believe your ears.

that was when you fell asleep again, and missed out on the rest of the conversation.

you awoke to kenma setting you down gently on your bed.

"kenma..?" you asked sleepily. "what.. happened?"

he chuckled. cute. "you fell asleep and i carried you back."

you blushed. and that was when you remembered the conversation kenma had with his teammates and tetsu.

"kenma?"

"yeah?"

"im gonna tell you something right now, but you have to promise not to get mad."

"ok.. i promise."

"pinky promise?"

"pinky promise."

you took a deep breath. "part way through my nap i.. woke up and overheard a.. conversation."

you could see the panic and fear in his eyes.

"i.. overheard that you still think about how we never broke up our elementary school relationship."

kenma looked away, extremely nervous. "it's not really that big a deal.. i was being o-overdramatic." kenma was such a bad liar. always had been.

"you were?"

"y-yeah."

"oh.. well i still think about it."

kenma's head shot up. "you do?"

"yeah." you smiled. "and i like you, by the way. in a romantic way."

kenma's ears and cheeks weren't just red, his whole body shot up like 100 degrees.

"i.. do too." he mumbled with a blush and a slight smile.

you smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear. "yes." and pulled him into a kiss.

and it was perfect.

they walked in, did a simultaneous gasp, and walked straight out, a smile on your mom's face and a smirk on tetsu's.

to both of your horrors, you heard tetsu's hyena laugh and the giggling of your mother, followed by an excited "be-ready-for-when-he-comes-home phone call to his as soon as the door shut.

BONUS BC I FELT LIKE IT

the next day, you received many "OMG OMG OMG" texts from your friends. why?

because kuroo tetsuro the dumbass™ chose to tell EVERYONE in his contacts that his basically-little-sister and his best friend got together FINALLY.

yeah, he teased you relentlessly that night. he didn't even wait a full night to make fun of the two of you for not discussing the exact same problem.

but even though he made fun of both of you, he honestly found this situation quite endearing, as you two were his lifelong ship.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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