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glowstick-cafe · 1 year

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♡Give me a sign♡

Kenma x mute!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: No pronouns are used, reader is black

Summary: You're a new student entering Nekoma High, and a certain blonde haired boy has taken a liking to you.

A/n: DW DADDY'S HOME YALL 😩

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Kenma was walking to school with his friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, and then we saw them. Zooming past him on a skateboard was someone he hadn't seen before, at first he was annoyed due to him being a little startled by the sudden speed but decided it was worth it.

Kenma sat in class doodling on his desk listening to the chit chat of his classmates, until the teacher called for the attention of the class.

That's when you walked in.

Your hair was a mess and your uniform was somehow worse, it looked as if you had just gotten into a fight and a small band-aid was stickered to your cheek. You shot the class a polite smile and a bow.

"Class, this is (Y/n), they cannot speak. So please treat them kindly.

"(Y/n), please take a seat next to Kenma Kozume." The teacher asked, the blonde raised his hand so you could find your seat easier. Whispers began to circle around the class as soon as you took your seat, during the class Kenma couldn't help but take the moment to get a look at you, you were focused on jotting down notes in your book, and the boy noticed the small bite marks on your pencil. Though you weren't looking at the boy you chuckled to yourself knowing that you were being gawked at, making him quickly look away embarrassed.

When classes were over Kenma looked at you, you quickly bolted out of the room before anyone could catch you. As soon as you walked out he could hear the class airing out their thoughts on you, the blonde didn't bother listening.

Coming lunch, Kenma sat with Kuroo and his other teammates. He was zoned out, until Yaku mentioned bumping into a student with a skateboard, "Oh, Kenma, isn't that the new kid in your class." Yaku asked, Kenma jumped at the sudden attention. "I guess so-" "Oh that new kid!" Lev said loudly, and as cruel fate would have it the new student was standing right next to their table, they flinched in surprise as it didn't take a genius for them to realize the table was talking about them. The beat of silence was broken when Lev spoke, "Do you think they heard me?" Everyone sighed at Lev in disappointment, "They're mute, Lev, not deaf." Kenma said, looking annoyed at the boy. In that moment you unfroze from your spot and let out a lighthearted chuckle that Kenma swore he saw angel wings form around you when he first heard it, you shyly waved at him and kept walking. That was when he realized that there was a very distinct barrier between the two of you.

After a few months, you slowly settled into your environment, everyone usually preferred you to write in your book as a form of communication, though you didn’t mind writing, it felt a bit lonely. “Hey (Y/n), wanna eat lunch with us?” One of your classmates asked. You politely declined, you always did, you often sat in the auditorium where the volleyball team usually played; since no one came here during lunch you got to be alone with your food and thoughts for entertainment.

You sighed with relief as you sat near the door of the auditorium and rested your skateboardnext to you, shortly after, the door to the room loudly swung open. Being startled by that noise, you made a squeaking noise that alerted the boys of your presence. “Ah Kenma, isn’t that kid from your class?” He asked. You would be annoyed that the bed headed upperclassmen didn’t really even recognize you, but you were more focused on the boy in your class.

Kenma hummed and his friend went into the auditoriums’ supply closet muttering something about losing his water bottles, momentarily leaving you and the faux blonde. He awkwardly stood in front of you, then opted to sit next to you while waiting for his friend.

You watched as he pulled out a switch from god knows where, you were vaguely interested in the cartoonish sound coming from it, but you didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Kenma noticed (Y/n)’s intent staring, he would laugh at their sudden interest but that would probably make them feel embarrassed. The blonde placed the switch in his lap and signed to them.

‘Are you interested?’

It took a moment for (Y/n) to realize that Kenma had signed to them, when his words fully registered their eyes lit up with glee.

‘I didn’t know that you understood sign language!’

‘I….recently started learning-’ Kenma’ face began to heat up as he tried to finish his word, ‘so I could talk with you.’

You paused, you weren’t expecting his reason for learning to be you, but it warmed your heart. A smile making its way to your face.

Before you could sign back, his friend interrupted. “Kenma, I found my bottle, let’s go!” He called, the black haired boy sent you a wave and exited the auditorium. Kenma looked back to you and smiled.

‘Talk to you later.’

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Tbh I had a Hawks fic planned for Valentines day, but since I missed it I'm gonna turn into angst. 😬

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kikirites · 3 months

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☆彡 Absolute green flags

༄ starring: K. Kozume , and B. Kotaro

༄ warnings: gn reader

| K. KOZUME — PUTTING IN THE EFFORT

“Can you come over, please? It's fine if you're too busy”

“Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes”.

Staring at your phone, you turned it off and fell back onto your bed with a huff. College was kicking your ass. So much so that you almost felt like dropping out. The only person that was helping through it was Kenma. He did things for you that he would be able to do without you saying anything. Sometimes you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself. Recently you’ve been pretty stressed about your upcoming exam. You barely understood the material so you didn't exactly know what to study for, your parents had been nagging you about your grades, and it felt like your professor had it out for you with how many questions she asked.

It was all so draining and you couldn't catch a break. All of your time was dedicated to looking things up and trying to start studying somewhere. Kenma didn’t have a clue about what was going on because you thought that he would be too busy to listen and you didn't want to bother him because of how he told you earlier that week, that his subordinates were starting to get on his nerves because of how they always leave things up to him, thus making him work harder and longer. So you just stayed quiet.

While walking to your apartment complex he realized that he probably should've brought a coat as it was the beginning of fall. He silently cursed the world for making this year's fall so cold while he started walking faster to get to you. Once he got to your apartment he put in the key you gave him inside the hole and made it inside. When he got in, his body felt a rush of warm air that helped heat his body from the cold atmosphere outside. Something he greatly appreciated. Sighing in satisfaction, he took his shoes off at the door and walked towards your room down the hall where he saw you under your comforter and the light emitting from your TV.

“Hi ken” you began, hearing him come in just a second ago. “ I missed you”. The first thing Kenma took notice of was your expression. You looked stressed; overwhelmed even, and it seemed like you had been up all nigh. Judging from the scattered papers on your desk told him you had. “I missed you too,” he said as he made his way over to you while passing the eye-catching mess of lined paper sprawled over your desk.

Raising your comforter and scooting over a bit to make room for him, you silently signaled him to get in. Understanding what you meant he got in while making himself comfortable as he rested his hands on your waist. All was silent. Nothing was said as you both basked in each other's presence. Pulling you closer to him, kenma opens his mouth as he prepares to say something. “I got your text, do you want to talk about it?”. You didn't know if you did because you didn't want all those frustrations building back up and you didn't want to focus on them, but on the other hand, you knew that opening up would probably make you feel better so that's what you did.

You told him about everything that had been happening at school and with your parents and how it's just too much. He was shocked. “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked incredulously. You were nervous to answer but ultimately did, so to save yourself from embarrassment, you hid your face in his chest. “You were busy and you were upset because of your Co-workers so I didn't want to bother you”. When you got done talking, he just looked at you with sadness and (if you looked closely) a hint of guilt.

Kenma never had much luck at comforting people so he just went with his gut. But he would always try his damn near hardest for you if it meant it would cheer you up. The thing is, you both had this routine where you both did each other’s skincare. He didnt really like it all too much mainly because some of the products would kinda burn and because it took so long. But he knew how much you liked these spa days and he knew how much you love spending time with him, so he relented.

Kenma gets up and walks towards the bathroom outside your room. He rummages through your cabinets and you can hear products clacking against each other as he looks for what he needs. What is he doing? You thought. All you see is the bright light from the bathroom, lighting the dark hallway. After a couple of minutes go by, Kenma comes back and turns on your bedside lamp making you scrunch your nose and squint your eyes from the sudden light.

What are you doing? you ask him. He says nothing while opening and closing his hand, silently asking you to take it, and you do. With a small smile on his face, he leads you to your bathroom, and then you see what he’s doing. On your counter and the side of the tub sat your different arrays of skincare products. “Remember our skincare routine?” he grins “I thought that doing it would help make you feel a little better,” he tells you while averting his eyes to the very interesting-looking tile on the floor.

“Thank you ken, I appreciate it,” you say while moving forward to hug him. You knew that Kenma wasn't a fan of your skincare nights, but it made your heart skip a beat knowing that despite his dislike for it he still did it for you.

| B. KOTARO — TRUSTING YOU

You knew that Bokuto was a pretty social person, and although some might see this as a problem you didn't. That's just how he was and you never tried to keep him all to yourself because you just weren't like that. While there were times when you were a little weary about a certain person getting too handsy with him, you made sure to communicate your feelings so they didn't get in the way of your relationship.

The sun was already starting to set and Bokuto was helping his teammates put everything back in their place before they left. Before that day, Bokuto told everyone to give it their all before they went up against Karasuno so he proposed the idea of practicing. The day went by quickly and fortunately, it was time for everyone to leave as they were just about done with Bokuto’s antics, especially Akaashi. “Y’know Akaashi, I was thinking about a new maneuver we could do to crush Karasuno when we go up against them,” Bokuto said as Akaashi and him walked out of the gym doors. The air was crisp and there was a slight breeze in the wind. Akaashi felt a little more rejuvenated as he felt the calm breeze dance across his face.“Yeah, I think you should just stick to what you're already doing” Akaashi muttered. “Hey come on, don't give me that! It's good to switch things up once in a while” he yelled, pointing to Akaashi accusingly, because for some reason the setter didn't understand his point of view. Meanwhile akaashi paid him no mind as he just kept walking. Poor boy just wanted to get home. After a little back and forth between the two, they eventually bid each other farewell.

After he said goodbye to Akaashi, Bokuto was on his way to the front of Fukurodani to see you so the both of you could walk home together. He was very grateful that your extracurriculars were let out at the same time as him, that way he could see you before he went home. Once the front of the school was in his sight, his golden eyes immediately searched for your figure, and once he saw you he started to jog towards you before slowing down after seeing another person with you. A guy. But not just any guy, the school player. Issei Takahashi. Now Bokuto didn't have anything against the guy but he knew that he would flirt with any girl he saw and just got out of his 6th relationship that month. Yeah, he was counting so what? No harm done right? Bokuto knew that he knew that you were in an established relationship, but for some reason that didn't stop Issei from turning you into his next target.

Before you start jumping to conclusions, no Bokuto Kotaro was not jealous. Him? Jealous? No way. Never. Bokuto trusted you. He knew that you wouldn't cheat on him. So he shoved those thoughts into the back of his mind and strode towards you. “Hey babe, did ya miss me?” he beamed as he intertwined his hands with yours. “I always do Bo,” you said while smiling at him. “Hey Bo you know Issei Takahashi, right? He's in your English class” “Hey, man. Bokuto right?” Issei asked. Bokuto decided to just act normal that way you didn't see how he was a little bothered by him. “Yeah, nice to meet you, dude,” he spoke. “ Issei and I were just going over the project in chemistry and we decided it was best to write down our results instead of doing a video” you explained while twirling his fingers within your grasp. “we're gonna go to the art room for supplies tomorrow so we're gonna be together kind of the whole day,”Issei had a smug smirk on his face, feeling so proud of himself and so confident.

Issei knew that you and Bokuto were a thing and he had so much confidence in himself that he just knew he could take you away from him. Bokuto knew what he was doing and his smile faltered for a split second before smiling again. “ Well I'm sure you guys are gonna do great,” he spoke. He knew there was no point in getting angry or jealous because, at the end of the day, you were the one walking home with him. So he let it go. After a while, you decided to cut the conversation with Issei short. “Well issei, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night!” you waved at Issei and walked away from the school with Bokuto.

Halfway through your walk to your house, bokuto spoke up. “Hey [name]” “Yeah?” “ Promise me you won't leave me for someone like him okay?” laughing at his sudden choice of words, you squeezed his hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Bo”

a/n: whew! That took me wayyyy too long to finish. My writers block was off the hook 😭

reblogs are appreciated!

#kikirites #haikyuu x black reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #haikyu x reader

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Kenma! kinktober day 11

Kenma adores just having you on the floor beside or under his gaming desk. So much so that in between dying and respawning, he pulls down his joggers letting his hard dick slap his stomach and fucks it down your throat like you're a fleshlight with the little spurts of energy he gets between sets from the excess Gatorade he chugs while he marathons, imagine him just roughly disregarding your oxygen and deep throating you, cumming in a minute or two quietly and softly- as to not disturb the ongoing stream. then muttering a quiet “...sorry” before returning to his game and repeating the whole thing over again routinely despite the quiet apologies that always leave his mouth between moans, because he loves it so much he just cant stop.....

It’s a practiced routine, rehearsed nightly until it becomes muscle memory for you two, now days when getting ready for bed when you see kenma get ready to stream you crawl under his desk, settling between his legs— and then you wait.

You wait for the soft "Tut'" following the loud ‘K.O’ hear the snap of his waistband being tugged down under his balls, his already-hard cock presented to you, You open your slack jaw and lean forward.

You wait for his fingers to wrap around the base, run his palm down the length and give it two pumps, and then it’s pushed past your lips and grazing the back of your throat in one swift thrust. Drool pools past your lips at the sudden intrusion, dripping down your neck you gag at the head of his cock pushing in further, pushing in harder. your eyes burn and begin to water tears wetting your lashes and as he thrust faster you can’t. breath.—

But the seconds tick down on screen, you know it without needing to see it. because you can hear it 60-120 seconds before he has to go back to focusing on the game and ignoring your pleading eyes and desperate humps on his foot, you wet clothed pussy grind down slow and firm.

So you hold in your pleas, let your tongue flatten around the bottom of his cock and trace the vein that travels from the base up. Your hands finding his plump balls, stroking the skin with the pads of your fingers and squeezing them like kneeding balls you revel in the way they swell impossibly in your palm, pulse under your hand your sputtering and gagging increasing.

The steady slap, slap, slap, of every thrust only pushes his cock down further, buries your nose into the dark bush deeper, cuts off the oxygen supply to your brain even more. until you’re hazy, glancing up at him with glazed eyes but the figure in front of you is invisible, to blurry to be called anything but a swatch of colors.

You don’t notice the way his hips pick up speed anymore ,don’t care about the way his hands dig into your scalp and fuck your throat down onto the base like you’re nothing but an onahole kneeled prettily in front of him looking up at him with hearts in her eyes. By the time you come to, he’s sat back down on his chair with the waistband firmly snapped around his hips and you’re still kneeling there with cum collecting in your mouth.

You watch as his hands reach back ontop the desk, steady click clacking of the keyboard chiming back in like it never left, and when you blink up at him through glazed vision he looks down at you with a soft expression that says ‘sorry’.

It makes you blush, makes your heart pick up at the tenderness that rivals the roughness of his hips earlier, makes you forget about the cum that’s still sitting on your tongue until it drips down onto your thighs and mixes with the drool slicking the skin. So you swallow it, feel the creamy fluid trickle down your throat and nuzzle your cheek to his knee as a show of appreciation.

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yuyinesque · 14 days

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NEKOMA'S BRAIN | “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿.. 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌…”

⚘ précis. ≡ your boyfriend was simply just too lazy to get up and perform his morning routine, and so you decided to do it for him while he’s grumbling in bed, admiring every ounce of your beauty, and blushing over the flirtatious provocations that eludes from those replete lips of yours.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ black!fem reader x pre-timeskip!kozume kenma, no prns were mentioned, reader possesses island twists, slight swearing, slight suggestive themes, usage of pet names (babe, love, dear, kitty).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw oneshot.

⚘ wc. ≡ 2.4k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

🧷 𝓖entle blues and cockatoos whistled diaphanous warbles to finalize the beat of the pitters on your window, which was caused by the morning shower blooming beneath your sheer beige curtains. The sun’s staggering rays were subdued substantially by Oya’s considerable water, absentmindedly bestowing misfortune upon the ones that surrendered to sleep due to the rain. Thankfully you were quite rejuvenated this morning, as for generally you’d sleep through this kind of weather, or perhaps bask within its merciful amenity with some chamomile honey vanilla tea to accompany you. You were performing much more desired acts, thanks to the obstinacy of your insomniac lover whose truculence may only parrot a child. His infantile mannerisms were only provoked due to the fact that he hasn’t gained enough sleep, and it was either him allowing you to awake him with decency or his loud-mouthed captain (and bestie) to ignite a few more hidden nerves.

As insinuated, this was definitely another one of those domesticated mornings of you readily taking care of your lover, encouraging him with incessant praises and dolly dotings to ensure that his positivity remains durable. He was quite the pessimistic character; quiet yet imbued with terrorizing troubles that manage to whizz through his brain circuits at least thrice an hour. These troubles are temporarily cloaked by the iridescent screens of any device he could get his paws on, however, but that simple action didn’t bode well for the next morning. Leave it to him to lose track of time because of some underground indie game he impulsively bought merely because his favorite YouTuber has played it.

Which leads to these current events — you straddling on a subtly writhing, sloppily clothed male as you struggled to apply the rest of the foaming mask amongst his skin to preserve his epidermis. The male in question currently has his entrusted switch a few centimeters away from his nose, which makes it much more difficult for you to journey your latex-gloved fingers up his bridge. You knew he was wasting time so he could be late for school, stalling you so that he could spend longer mornings with you, and purposely picking at you since he found it rather humorous when you’re miffed with his behavior. Overall, he was both too indolent to perform his usual routine and too invested in the idea of allowing you to help him. He wouldn’t admit such vocally, though.

Vindictively, you forced your four fingers, your pointer and middle, past his cheek bones in order to apply the mask onto his nose, earning a protesting grunt in response. “Babe, stop.. mmmgh, can’t see… mm don’t want to…”

Kenma’s subtly raspy yet entirely euphonic, monotonous voice granted your ears the privilege to thrive again once more; not a single cockatoo in the world could mimic his pretty notes. Even when he’s a little pouty and miffed he still manages to objectively outwit any virtuoso. Rightfully so, you ignored his protests as you readjusted the silk-infused, Yoshi-imprinted bonnet, the one he found on Ebay that matches with the Toad-patterned one on your head, so that you could have more access to his forehead. Finally, with a tenderness only a mother could perform, you caressed his darkened under eyes with the product, painting the empurpled lunates with your fingertips, and finalizing it with amorous care that makes his heart undulate with passion.

“Babe, it burns,” Kenma bellyached sardonically, his auric-glazed stare still hyper-fixated on building a level on Mario Maker that you cannot beat, for he’s still rather salty with the way you swimmingly glide across the levels he creates for you. A very, very humbling and aggravating experience; you believed him being tired is another side of him? Try watching him lose a game over some dumb shit. Or lose in anything he’s passionate about. “Ouch, it stings.. my face stings…” He adds as he squints his leonine eyes gently as subtle tears occurred due to sleep-deprivation. You ignored his obvious acts of stoic melodramatics as you got up from his lap, making your way over to your towel steamer as you tightened your cotton-based robe.

“That means it’s working,” You commented in an overly casual manner that didn’t sit right for Kenma in the slightest, resulting in him scrunching up his face instinctively at your ridiculously flawed logic. You held back an upcoming laugh, knowing that your silly message peeved him a bit as you took one of the steamed facial towels from the warmer, pressed it against your inner arm to check the temperature, and made your way back towards Kenma before returning to the position you were in once before. Rarely, you forget how observant your lover is, for he is the kind of individual who will see but won’t say, so his momentary, intrusive gaze felt almost uncharacteristic.

He always had this staring problem before you even got together, and you believed that he was judging you for a while, until he confessed that he simply found your appearance gorgeous during his romantic confessions. These said confessions were two months prior, so you’re quite adjusted to his antics now. A little bit, at least. You couldn’t help but feel just a bit mushy knowing that he stares when he thinks you look good, which makes you internally scream since he stares at you incessantly. The way a few of your island twists poured past your poorly-worn bonnet which emphasized your contemporary beauty, the way your eyebrows knitted in concentration as you waved the steam away from the towel, or the way you sent him warning glowers each time your pretty eyes caught him pouting over mere inconveniences.

Domesticated mornings are the reason as to why he’s convinced that he’s fallen for you, and that he’s an idiot for not confessing any sooner.

He was torn away from his blush-toned fantasy about you once you folded the towel in a triangular shape before carefully placing it onto his skin, immediately earning a defeated sigh afterwards once he acknowledged that his eyes will also have to be covered. Deciding to not give you any more of a hard time, he finally placed his switch on the bed amongst the other skin care items that were sprawled within the sheets before fluttering his eyes shut. The newfound warmth of the towel brought considerable solace to his nerves, and considerable dreariness in addition to his ample sleepiness. Still, Kenma needed this, truly. This was definitely much preferred than ruining his larynx due to morons in some Call of Duty lobby. Hearing “weak-willed whores” or “sorry ass snowflakes” whizz aggressively past such delicate lips was not the sight to behold at four in the morning. For neither of you, and he was the one that said it.

You began massaging one of his tensed, rough palms as the heated moisture penetrated his skin, opening his pores in order to politely permit the product to submerge within them. He’s always enjoyed your touches, whether they were guileless or lecherous, hence he never truly disliked these mornings. Asking for small acts of affection wasn’t really his strongest suit. The most he’ll perform are insinuations, but you would play dumb until he finally admits that he wants to cuddle for the night. His breathing slowed and faltered, almost as if his respiratory system was off duty, and the arrhythmic cracks of his knuckles joined with the symphonic chorus of the rain and birds.

Kenma’s shoulders tensed a bit once your now bare hands meticulously waltzed alongside of the exposure, which was caused by his oversized, midnight-gray sweater. Eventually, his breathing began to deepen quite a bit, and even occasional, accidental, sonorous moans muffled against the cooling interior of the ivory-hued towel. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his state, not to mention that his evident act of fighting back any more upcoming, suggestive sounds.

“Don’t get too comfortable now, love,” You taunted him puckishly; he didn’t know if the towel was inducing his flushed visage or your teasing. In actuality, the poor thing merely didn’t want to confront reality.

“Sorry…” Kenma atoned breathlessly as his thinly arched eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, trying his hardest not to make any other humiliating sounds, but frankly, he couldn’t inure your hands. They were infused with anesthetic restoratives that were bound to mitigate his embarrassment with utter relaxation. Not to mention that your fingers were journeying up his neck, teasingly tracing its peachy exterior while watching his Adam’s apple oscillate in apprehension. Subconsciously, he lifted his head a little to grant you more access, which humored you quite a bit, and you couldn’t hold back your upcoming pokes. While scratching underneath his damp chin, toying with his feline features in a subtle sense, you grinned down at him as he placed his hands on your exposed thighs.

“Awwwh, does the kitty want more rubs? Hm?” You were relentless with your words, impish with your tone, and passionate with your touches; how has he not crawled in a hole and just perished yet? Better yet, why do you proceed to call him the ludicrous sobriquet he asked you not to use on numerous occasions? Not only it’s embarrassing, but conflicting, for he actually enjoys it just a little. With a miffed, disapproving grunt, he felt your fingers itch under his chin as if he was a literal cat, which made him shake his face away in delay.

“Mmh.. Could you please stop calling me that? It’s so embarrassing…” Kenma repeated himself yet again, his movement prompting some slippage from his towel, which granted you a better view of his roseating skin. You took the opportunity to boop the tip of his nose, but you didn’t call him the nickname again. For now, at least. In return to your taunts, he gave your left thigh a harsh pinch, earning a harsh jolt in response. He would always use your over-reactivity to elude situations that he couldn’t control; it’s a bad trait for your ticklish behavior. The harsh pinches on your thigh converted into harsh pokes in your sides, which you were reflectively deflecting until he was simply full on tickling you, potentially frustrating and overwhelming you.

“Ah—fuck! Stop tickling—Eeughh—NO!” You exclaimed through sharp, protesting shrieks and forged laughs to correspond; it was all melodious to his ears. You had the upper hand since you were still straddling him, but he used this as the opportunity to sit up with his hands clasped around your waist, his veins and somewhat muscular structure embedded within his skin protruding a little. You wanted to protest and force him to lay down, for his towel was now off his face and you were now flipped over and pinned against the bed surrounded by numerous products, but he was distracting you with the excessive tickling to the point where you couldn’t formulate words to scold him. “STOP ti-ckling me—it HURTS when you do it! L-Love, pleaseee—”

“That means it’s working,” Kenma mocked you in a sarcastic, playful sneer as he proceeded with his pokes and abrupt tickles, knowing each spot makes you crumble and weaken under his touch. The few liberated, platinum blond strands that escaped from his silk bonnet stuck to his forehead and side of his face due to the water-product mixture he has yet to wipe from his pores. Oddly, his crimsoned face, narrowed-eyed, condescending gaze, and subtle, contented grin embellished his current state; it was like peering at the eclipse each time he smiled. Had you not been fighting for your life at the moment, you would take a moment to take in the fact that you’re quite the fucking winner. Still, you’re positive that you’re still winning, as for now he was casually straddling you, finally giving you a moment to take a breather. Also giving you time to concoct comprehensible sentences and slurs to utilize to curse him out with.

As you were gently panting, he could’ve sworn that the birds weren’t there to begin with, and the rain began to evanesce; this must be the solo of the morning, yes? Your chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner, you muttering small complaints about him messing up your hair (which he helped pay for), you incapable of not becoming a smiley mess without him giving you an incredulous expression for longer than three seconds, or the way your disarming gaze glinted with seraphic tears he felt destined to wipe away each time they would cascade. While utilizing the towel to carefully dap and wipe away the product from his face, he couldn’t help but feel an incessant ache in his abdomen every time you were just being yourself. Sometimes he hated how much he loved you; he hoped that your feelings corresponded with his every hour.

“Thanks, dear,” Kenma commented absentmindedly, but after processing your confused expression and proneness to asking “huh”, he acknowledged that he actually needed to voice what exactly he was thanking you for without admitting that he was suffocating in kilos of love, which induced his subconscious speech. Awkwardly, he shifted his lower half on your stomach, glancing away for a moment as a hesitant hum eluded him. Although you were always patient for what he was going to say, for he wasn’t the kind of guy to have the patience for his own emotions, it inspired him more to behold a sense of calmness before speaking. Still, at the end of the day, it was still mortifying. “Y’know, for this stuff.. I guess… I-.. yeah…”

You stifled a laugh, earning an immediate pouty glare from him in return, which only caused you to laugh more and more. He knew it wasn’t out of malice, but how could he not blush even further? The prettiest woman in the world granting him his attention like this? Of course it would take this long to admit his love for you; look at you!

“Of course, love. Anything for you,” You spoke, your tone trembling a little since you were still trying not to laugh at his evident struggle. He simply ignored your behavior before snatching up his switch off the bed, bringing his attention back to the level he was destined to make you lose in. The way he quickly became engrossed within the game as if he wasn’t practically gushing over you made you suck your teeth, and the fact that he heard you and decided to silently giggle behind the screen only induced your offense. “Nigga, I’m boutta break that shit one day.”

He struggled responsively before riposting gently yet sarcastically. “And your total will be 20,000 yen once you finish.”

To think he has the nerve to get bold-mouthed even after the song finishes…

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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MINECRAFT ♡ KOZUME KENMA

kozume kenma x fem!reader

sugar level: 0.6k allergen warning/s: fingering, orgasm denial regulars: @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

you've never played minecraft before, or maybe you just lied about it so you'd get the chance to sit on your boyfriend's lap. regardless, you were enjoying yourself, cutting down trees to get wood, crafting those blocks of wood to planks, building yourself a cute cozy, albeit plain and simple house, and getting meat to eat from the cows, pigs, and chickens you came across. the music was calming as well, and if that wasn't good enough, kenma has shrugged to playing a multiplayer game and just had you settle on his lap as he guided you through your adventure, occasionally guiding you whenever you made a mistake, and giving you valuable tips.

but after a few minutes, he started to get bored. he told you to go and explore caves, go out to mine for iron and gold and diamonds, but you told him you didn't have enough torches to go through with that. instead, you were on your land, planting wheat and herding animals.

to say kenma was bored out of his mind would be an understatement because while he enjoyed your presence, because really, he did, it did not do anything to ease the boredom he felt and he's sure that if you were the one watching someone break dirt block after dirt block after dirt block only to make a farm, you would agree.

he wanted, no, needed some form of entertainment and since you did not want to help him with that, he decided to take it in his own hands.

his hands roamed your thighs innocently as he did so many times before while watching tv or playing video games and you smiled at the familiarity of it all. the warmth felt like home. if a siren were to try and charm you, then it would sing a song that would make you feel like this because it is something that will draw you in every single time. you are sure of that fact.

but before long, they were at your inner thighs, drawing circles on the plush flesh. you could feel his smirk on your shoulder as he continues to hum along to you tending to your farm, planting wheat seed, after wheat seed. the sensation made you shiver in his lap, something he felt.

his fingers flicked your tiny skirt up and pushed your panties to the side, sighing in relief when his digits met your dripping pussy. he slid two of them up and down your slit, then wordlessly pushed his long, slender index finger in up to the knuckle making you mewl and throw your head on his shoulder. it rubbed at your spongy flesh in all the right ways, while his thumb stimulated your clitoris. your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the things he was doing, but then, it all stopped suddenly. fingers were pulled out of your cunt and thumb no longer brushing along your bundle of nerves.

from above you, kenma tsk-ed. "kitten, just keep on playing, okay?" he instructed you, only putting his hand to work when you grasped the mouse once again with steel determination, breathing heavily and beads of sweat on your forehead.

at this point, kenma's denied you so many orgasms you found yourself half-laying on top of his desk, panting to yourself, absolutely braindead for him. you have no idea how you were still able to defend yourself against the zombies and creepers in the game, your only guess is that it was simply muscle memory.

kenma was smiling at the image of you on his lap: breathing erratic, tongue out with drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, and legs wide open for him.

he could feel your wetness on his lap and though he is a man of patience, he does not know how much he still has in him to not push off his old red nekoma sweatpants and drag you to sit on his dick.

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ruubric · 8 months

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Big Shoppin'

"What do you think about this one?" I hold up the silk red dress shirt for Kenma to look at. He doesn't look up from his phone. You've gotten used to this, knowing that even outside of his work hours he still needs his screentime, so you obnoxiously clear your throat.

He lets out a deep sigh and looks up. Wordlessly, you wriggle the red item in your hand. He doesn't say anything, he just lets his face twisted in disgust do all the talking.

You laugh out, amused if not a little exasperated. "Kenma~" you pout. "babe, this is like the seventh store we've been to. I thought you wanted to go home."

He slumps, "I do, but I don't want to wear fancy clothes; it's literally just a high school reunion, I've already seen them all before, why do I have to dress up for them?"

"Because it's a high school reunion *dinner*; being fancy is kinda the point."

"All these shirts are weird anyway."

"Ken, you're wearing your socks over your pants, I don't trust your taste in anything," you quip before putting back the shirt. Such a shame, he's always looked so good in red. You can almost feel him glaring at you while your back is turned.

"I don't want my legs to risk getting cold, okay? I'm just being practical."

Whatever you say, Ken.

"Alright, man. Let's make a deal-"

"You're really gonna keep calling me man even though we're married now?"

A sheepish smile tugs at your lips, "right, sorry, force of habit." You clap your hands with finality, "here's what I propose, you cooperate with me, or I call Kuroo over for dinner tonight."

His face instantly falls. "No, don't do that. He'll just lecture me about being more social or something like that. And then he won't leave until I agree to wear a whole suit!"

Victory is delicious. You cross your arms, "well, that's my proposition."

He grumbles, each grumble getting more loud than the next. You're almost surprised that he doesn't start flailing his arms and legs around. But then again, this is Kenma Kozume, the less energy exerted the better.

"Fine," he mumbles. "But I'm not wearing the red shirt."

Now is your turn to pout, "meanie."

(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

I'm back, my peeps. I missed you all so fricking much.

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡#haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x black girl reader #haikyuu!!#kozume kenma #kenma x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq kenma #kenma x black reader

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real-hot-grl-shi · 22 days

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it’s done 😈

I actually have a good layout for this oc I’m proud of myself 🤭

(My phones abt to die 💀)

Update!!!

Made her Barbielishous

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animethottywithnobody · 2 years

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“Sit. Don’t move.”

~ Kenma x Cockwarming

CW: nsfw, dom! Kenma, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used, mention of punishments

WC: 1.1k

Synopsis: Kenma doesn’t like doing too much work or being disturbed when he actually decided to do it. So when you bring up an idea that lets him do his work and not have to do much to please you, he agrees to try it since it’s a win-win situation. Too bad it doesn’t stay that way for long.

AN: Was this rushed because I really wanted to get day two out before midnight? yes. I’m so sorry this one was late but today was a very wild day for me so I didn’t get the chance to work on it like I really wanted to. This one is a rewrite as well and will be having a part two so stay tuned and enjoy!

❗️minors & blank blogs DNI❗️

Second Person Pov

“You just… sit on it.” You nod softly though he isn’t watching you since he’s typing away on an essay he has due in four days. “And you don’t move.” You nod again with a small smile growing on your face since you can tell he’s thinking about the plan you’re proposing to him. “And I don’t have to move either.” This time he looks at you, finally able to see the giant smile you wear as you nod eagerly.

“Yup! That’s what cockwarming is Kozu.” Your eyes are hopeful that your boyfriend is going to take your idea into consideration since he doesn’t have too much of a reason to really disagree.

Kenma works a lot and he doesn’t like being distracted because he says it ‘ruins his workflow’ and that he ‘can’t get back to work properly after’. He still gives you attention but sometimes when you desperately need it, he’s really busy and you don’t want to break him away from his work especially since he doesn’t understand the desperation since he isn’t as affectionate as you are. You looked all over for things to satisfy both people and cockwarming seemed like the best option. So good that you’ve been spending fifteen minutes trying to convince your intelligent and moody boyfriend of the same thing.

He stops typing for a bit before he nods his head slowly in understanding. “How long has that idea been sitting in that pretty head of yours?” He glances at you slightly with a small smirk before he goes back to work. The glance was one way he shows you that he’s interested in something or that he’s still listening, in this case, both things simultaneously.

You giggle shyly as you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. “For a little while now but I had to bring it to you the right way, ya know?” You reach out and play with his hair softly, watching him relax in your touch a bit. “It’s a pretty good idea, right? You still get to do everything you have to do and I get to be close to you without being a bother.”

He grabs your hand and looks up at you. “You’ve never been a bother to me.” He goes back to work as you continue playing with his hair until he stops and turns his chair to you abruptly causing you to back up in fear that you’re disturbing him. “You really want this, huh?” You nod with hopeful eyes, that grew wide when he pushes his sweatpants and underwear down to reveal that he’s semi-hard already. “Well? Get your underwear off and c’mere.”

You gladly follow his instructions before walking over to him with only one of his T-shirts on you. You lean down and kiss him gently as you whisper against his lips. “Thank you for trying this with me, I really appreciate it Kozu.”

He smiles lazily as he pushes the shirt up a bit, exposing your pretty pussy to him. “Mm beautiful as always.” He kisses your stomach right above your belly button and looks up at you. “You know I like seeing you.” Kenma moves his hands to your waist and pulls you closer. “Now come sit on my cock so I can get back to work.”

You giggle softly with a nod and slowly straddle his waist, making sure both of you are comfortable before holding his dick and giving it slow gentle strokes. You line it up to your opening and slowly sink yourself onto him with his hands on your hips to help guide you. The two of you let out small sounds of pleasure as you take every inch of him, feeling the stretch and fulness you love.

“Fuck your so wet.” Kenma groans softly while you move a bit before he halts your movements, shaking his head. “That’s not what we agreed to do. Be a good girl and keep still.” You pout but nod your head obediently, laying it on his shoulder as he goes back to work.

He strokes your hair from time to time, careful not to get his fingers tangled in your curls. You kiss his neck gently and whisper words of encouragement when you feel him get tense from stress. The whole thing feels so intimate and comforting, two people feeling so close and just happy in each other’s embrace. You’re still for about thirty minutes but the want to move grows stronger as you feel him fully harden inside you. You don’t know if he’s in the mood or if it’s just a reflexive thing for his body to do but you understand it as the former.

You take this as your opportunity to please your lovely boyfriend who deserves this for working so hard. You slowly start rocking your hips back and forth and shockingly, after five minutes, he doesn’t react at all so you take that as your signal to do more. You make small circles in his lap, gripping his shirt with the pleasure you feel flowing through your body. Moans fall from your lips since he’s hitting all the right spots without actually doing anything at all.

You did small bounces on his cock as your slick that pooled between you both makes a wet noise reverberate through the room. You’re such a desperate mess that you don’t even notice that he stops typing or that his hands ghost over your hips as if he was waiting for the right moment. You clench around him a few times causing him to grab your hips with good strength behind it. “Y/n, what are you supposed to be doing?”

You pull back to be face to face with your stoic boyfriend while a pout decorates your face. “Keeping still.”

“And what are you not doing?” He raises his eyebrow slightly as you look down sadly. “Eyes over here.”

You look up at him and sigh softly. “Kozu, I need you so bad.” The want in your voice is heavy as the desperation in your eyes floods your face. “I need you to fuck me Kouz, I need you to fuck me now.”

Kenma is a patient and understanding man… when it comes to his beautiful girl. But though you were doing really good, you still didn’t listen to him so you have to deal with the consequences. “I’m proud of how well you did baby, but you still have to get punished since you didn’t complete the task properly.” He kisses your pouty lips softly as he taps your hips gently. “Go to the room and sit on the bed, I’ll be there in a bit.”

To not make your punishment worse, you’re going to do what you’re told. Slowly pulling up from his dick, leaving a puddle in his lap as you reluctantly make your way to the room. Kenma’s punishments always depend on what you do and his mood. You sit on the edge of the bed wondering what it’s going to be today.

#kinktober 2022 #haikyū!!#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #black reader #black coded reader #black writers

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undobutton · 2 years

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KENMA LEARNING TO RETWIST YOUR LOCS SO HE CAN SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU

i can and will do a backflip. no i cant

like he'd learn and ask to practice on you.. THEN HE GETS REALLY GOOD AT IT.

mmmmm watching tv with him while he does it too. it keeps his hands busy and he always learns a little more about you during all three to four hours it takes.

you make dinner as a thank you and he loves it since he loves your cooking. (and you💖)

i love him.

-button🌺

#i feel like im polluting his xreader tag...#but i cannot help it #i love him #i want this so bad #kenma x you #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x y/n #kenma x y/n #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #hq kenma #kenma scenario #haikyuu x black reader #hq x black reader #black!reader #haikyuu x black!reader #black reader #button rambles🌺

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

"So…this is your idea of a date, huh?" Your eyes shifted over to your boyfriend, CEO of Bouncing Ball Corp, college student, and popular streaming YouTuber, kodzuken: Kenma Kozume.

He in turn pursed his lips at you and made his cat-like eyes even narrower behind his glasses, making you laugh.

"Well, I thought it could be fun, but now I'm thinking….not so much." Kenma replied.

The two of you were in the middle of one of Tokyo's largest malls and on one of the busiest days of the holiday season: Black Friday.

Bodies bumped into you left and right, making you grumble under your breath about how you'd just love to push one of the overzealous shoppers into a nearby fountain that was situated right in the middle of the mall.

"Do you think we'll run into any of your fans/followers?" You snickered.

Most of Kenma's followers on YouTube liked you pretty well, but there were those select few that thought you were a 'gold digger' and were only with Kenma because he had connections and money.

Little did those cocksuckers know that you'd been with Kenma since high school.

You were a student at Karasuno and you met Kenma during one of their practice matches because you were the new boys' volleyball team manager-in training under Kiyoko.

"Hmm, it's unlikely. They're most likely at home shopping online while they wait for me to go live later tonight." He replied simply.

That's right, part of the reason you two were here was to pick up items for Kenma's annual holiday giveaway.

"Ohh, yeah, the giveaway! How could I forget!" You smacked your forehead, making Kenma give you a deadpan look.

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"Lead the way then my handsome, intelligent male counterpart!"

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Kenma and you ended up inside of some electronics store.

Surprisingly, there were very few

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

#kenma x reader #timeskip kenma #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume #kodzuken #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱#happyhornydays #happy black friday!!#hope you found what you were looking for today 🫶🏽

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blackloki · 2 years

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strong ass bitch named kenny k

kenma x black!chubby!ftm!reader

warning: no theme bc am slepy. will edit in awakey times if needed

this is a sexy times piece; mdni (you can read if you want but do NOT interact, you could put my content in danger)

i think sometimes kenma forgets that he has muscle. he isn't as buff as tetsu or kou, but he still has decent strength. it becomes apparent when he bends you right over the counter in sexual frustration.

he's sinking that fat cock into you and he won't hear anything until you're crying out "kenny, please!" even then, he's still going to bump his dick against your cervix while your breath catches in your chest.

he's definitely trying to take in the sight of tears in your eyes. your pretty plump self squished against his expensive counters, your pretty hole sticky and weeping around him. he's got you pinned and he knows.

"fuck, you're such a fucking crybaby." his long fingers are digging into your thighs and you can't even muster the strength to push up into his hips. "you're getting my fucking counters dirty. this stupid pussy just keeps pulling me back again."

he doesn't care that you're sensitive. after he fucks enough cum into your belly, he'll kindly clean it out of you. cry and run all you want, he's just gonna keep making it harder on you.

those eyes watching you try to hold onto the slightest bit of sanity while he sadisticly enjoys the show.

"i dunno, i think you’re trying to make me go hard on you, pretty." he says, lazily fingering you through your nth orgasm of the day, "i can't even do what i need to do without your lil crybaby pussy whining for me. i try to be nice."

the whole time, your arms are pinned in the middle of your back. while his mean ass manhandles your body to his demands, you're suspended above the floor between kenma and whatever the fuck he's fucking you against.

"oh fuck, kenny, right there, fuck."

"i know. i know."

he's nice enough to at least let you rest a while. and when he's finished with you, he'll help you to he tub with him.

between stealing your breath with kisses, kenma praises you. "thank you for being my pretty boy. i love you. i hope i wasn't too rough on you." he treats you so nice. <3

#kenma drabble #kenma #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma smut #cw cervix bumping #cw sexy times #black!chubby!ftm!reader #black!reader #chubby!reader #ftm!reader

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eclairia-monarch · 2 years

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Protector [3] | 聖臣 Sakusa X f!reader

I appreciate all the reblogs, likes and new followers, truly! Hopefully my posts aren’t too boring XD

word count: approx. 2.2k words

summary: Sakusa only wanted to focus on volleyball and had no time for romance, but what would he do if you, his long term crush that he himself didn’t realize, was in grave danger?

warning: potential stalker, harasser if you look HARD enuf. all of you always be safe IRL okay.

disclaimer: all but the story plot belong to their rightful artist/author.

Previous | Haikyuu HC Masterlist | Haikyuu Series Masterlist

It has been a few days since you came back to Japan and your streaming schedule was in full effect. With your new home fully stocked, your parents and siblings finally stopped worrying about you as much as they initially were. Today, you were invited down to the gym by Hinata, who seemed to have convinced his coach to let you visit. Because you used to manage Karasuno, coach Foster figured you wouldn’t pose too much of a problem for their training. Besides, you were going to be editing your videos whilst they were all training, and help with miscellaneous tasks when needed.

As usual, you had your mask on for the sake of privacy (having a famous bro wasn’t exactly all sunshine and rainbows) since now whatever you do, gossip tabloids would drag Tobio’s name using you. It happened once after Tobio’s national team debut. You were hanging out with him and Ushijima after grabbing dinner once, not knowing some nosy paparazzi were following nearby. Tobio went to a nearby bathroom whilst you and Ushijima conversed. It was awkward, since you’ve never officially meet the wing spiker before that day, and had only heard of him through your older brother.

But you being you, wanting to befriend your brother’s teammate, asked Ushijima to lean down towards you, and you whispered an embarrassing secret of Tobio to the dark olive-brown haired man, who smiled and chuckled at it. Perhaps it was at that moment, at a certain angle, it looked as though you two were having an intimate moment as soon that photo spread throughout the volleyball sphere.

It didn’t exactly take a toll on any of you nor your family since everyone knew that you were just telling him something, and even Ushijima himself almost accidentally spill Tobio’s secret in order to prove everyone’s innocence. Thankfully, the whole thing blown over in a few weeks, and the tabloid that published such false accusation was receiving tons of negative review on their reporting. Ever since then, you just figured wearing a mask would reduce any hassle, and afterwards it just became a habit to wear a mask.

As you made your way, you felt stares on you. You quickened your steps, chopping up to you being overly sensitive after having lived overseas for a period of time.

“This is Japan,” you reminded yourself over and over again as you reached the said gym.

“Good morning, [y/n]-chan!” Atsumu smiled as he exited his car and saw you walking towards the entrance.

“Good morning to you, too, Tsumsterz. How was your lyre playing session with Alexa?” you smiled cheekily, leading to Atsumu flicking your forehead.

“Leave me alone, okay!? Bokuto was bawling his eyes out over a NPC, too!”

“Yeah, but Teppei was an NPC, and Hinata said you cried-”

“Uh, uh, uh! You never hear that, you got me?!” Atsumu snapped in embarrassment, face red from getting exposed. He had his hands over your mask to physically shut you up, not wanting to remember anything.

“Stop blocking the way, Miya,” a deep voice said, and the two turned around to see Sakusa standing at a distance with his brows furrowed, which was directed at Atsumu.

He ignored Atsumu’s retorts and stared at your appearance. Today, you had a simple tee shirt tucked into your high waist jean along with a long coat to shield you from the morning wind.

“Good morning, Sakusa-san. You two should probably head in,” you said and tightened your hold around your laptop sleeve, unknowing shrinking closer to Atsumu as you felt his intense gaze.

“Yes, good morning to you too, [y/n]-san,” Sakusa nodded his head and eyed at the proximity you and Atsumu shared.

Having the verification of both members by the security, you were given the temporary pass holder and entered the gym. Within, Coach Foster, Hinata and Bokuto has already arrived, leaving only Meian and the five others to turn up, but they were still an hour early. You made your way to the coach and introduced yourself, to which he joked about how he wanted to meet you since his players seemed to talk about you non-stop prior to your arrival.

“I didn’t mean to cause any chaos! I do sincerely apologize!”

“Oh no, no, it’s fine. It’s nice to know Sakusa is widening his social circle,” the coach said with a fatherly smile. “Did he make you wear a mask, too, or...?”

“No, I’ve been wearing this to avoid people recognizing me as Kageyama Tobio’s sister. Saves the trouble, you know?”

“Oh, so you’re Kageyama [y/n]. Pleasure to finally meet you,” Foster laughed. You gave him a questioning look, to which he explained that your name was no stranger in this team because of how much Hinata and Bokuto spoke of your time as the manager back then and how you managed to whip into line. “Who knows? I might need your help some day soon so just observe my players if you can, yeah?” He then pointed to the bleachers right near the workout room, “that’s the best view if you want.”

And by best view, the coach meant watching the players working out their muscles later on. He ain’t slick, but you weren’t going to argue about it.

“Oh, alright. Just call me if you need any assistance, I’ll do my best,” you offered before heading to the stand to get started on editing. Since Kozume’s stream was shorter than yours from last night, you got started on his VOD. You would occasionally look over to your friends and they would wave at you in between reps, as a way to ensure you weren’t too bored out of your mind. You, on the other hand, made sure the guys weren’t pushing too hard. They might have grown up but you knew their hearts were that of children still, especially with anything relating to volleyball.

Having been doing this for years, you were quite speedy with your editing and managed to complete your work way before the break hours whilst watching over the players. You shot to your feet and stretched, releasing all tension from your muscles.

“Kageyama, mind helping me look after their weight training for a while? I need to handle some calls in the back office,” Foster called to you, and you immediately agreed to do so, making your way down.

Your eyes immediately trailed over to the near empty bottles scattered on the nearby floor. Seeing such familiar scenes got your instinct to come back again, but of course, you made sure to get their permission since you knew Sakusa was very particular about others’ hygiene.

Meian felt bad about you even trying to help because they were all grown ass men, but Hinata and Bokuto didn’t hesitate to shove their bottles into your hand. “Good old times!”

“Yeah, good old times. Want me to get someone to kick you too? For good old times?” You asked and pulled down your mask.

A shiver travelled down Hinata’s spine as he recalled your brother’s unsettling grin back in high school. Actually, scratch that, he still has a terrifying grin. “Calm down, I’m done with work, so I’m free the whole day! Anyway, is everyone alright with me filling up the bottles?”

Sakusa excused himself from his own workout station and came up to you, saying that he wanted to refill it on his own, and showed you the location of the cooler.

“Oh? Sure it’s not because you want to spend some alone time with [y/n]-chan?” Bokuto smirked, only to receive a cold glare from Sakusa, who replied that he had already finished his rep.

The walk to the water cooler wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t the most comfortable either. Besides, you really wanted to speak to Sakusa, you always have, but there was never a reason to. But right now, with him being Hinata’s teammate, it was a good enough reason, right?

“Erm, Sakusa-san, did you not wish to have shabu-shabu?” You asked, really wanting to know the reason for his absence.

“I just don’t want to hang out all the time with those energetic bunches,” Sakusa said with a lot of self censoring. He didn’t want you to see him as a mean person since he isn’t, just very blunt about his dislikes.

“I see, that’s a shame,” you smiled and hid your quiet snickering beneath your mask. “I was hoping we can be friends. Also, pay back the favour of you picking me up from the airport. I know you didn’t willingly do it, so at least let me treat you to a meal?”

“That won’t be needed. I was promised a month worth of Lysol, and hand sanitizers, so I am okay with it.”

“Hm, I see,” you replied softly, unable to hide away your disappointment. You reached the water cooler and allowed Sakusa to refill his bottle first while you checked on your merchandise status. It seemed the stocks were running low again.

With your tweet sent, you quickly filled up the bottles for the players and made your way back.

“Boss called you or something?” Sakusa asked, having saw you speaking to someone on the phone.

“Boss? Ah, no, I’m self-employed,” you answered with a proud smile and looked up at him, “so if you ever change your mind and want to hang out, I’m always free! Of course, I mean just you and me. Don’t feel pressured about anything, I’m fine with anything.”

“…I’ll consider,” Sakusa replied after processing your words. You weren’t pushy, and seemed to be aware of keeping a good distance from him. He appreciated that you were a face mask, even if you weren’t doing it for the same reason he was. Not to mention you were easy on the eye and let’s not forget your voice was rather soothing to listen to. It wasn’t annoying nor loud, and if he was to be forced to befriend someone new, you would be the number one candidate. But still, those words sounded like you were asking him out.

Was he overthinking this friendly invite, because you seemed to adore Hinata the most so far.

Whatever, Sakusa didn’t want to dwell on it any more.

By the time they got back, the team was done with their workout and was getting ready to wash up and head for their long break before their practice match in the late afternoon with VC Kanagawa. Coach Foster had finished with his office duties as well, and he briefed the guys on their schedule once more before letting them off.

Sakusa made it to the locker room first and the first thing he did was pull out his phone. And before he could even stop himself, he was alreadt tweeting that one question he had looped in his brain the last few minutes despite telling himself not to dwell on it. Even if there was a typo, he didn’t care; no one was on his private twitter anyway.

His fingers was slightly shaking as a foreign feeling emerged in his chest but he refused to put a label on it. Sakusa didn’t want to end up heartbroken about something he could easily avoid. It was unneccesary and a hassle to deal with such emotions.

With the morning session ending, you sent the edited files over to Kozume for review before packing things up to leave the gym with Hinata and gang, who said he wanted to introduce you to the rest of MSBY.

Atsumu and Bokuto immediately looked over to Sakusa, their eyes silently pleading for their teammate to join. Sakusa furrowed his brows, knowing if he ditched another hang out, he would be pestered again. Meian would most likely somehow talk him into joining anyway, and hence he found himself agreeing to come along.

“Alright! Since we’re all going, and Kageyama-chan is joining us, meal’s on me!” Meian smiled, earning cheers from his teammates. All eleven of you guys made your way to your respective vehicles. Since they were all going to come back, Meian suggested to just share the cars.

“I want to ride in Omi-omi’s car!” Atsumu raised his hand, followed by Bokuto echoing the same request. They were quickly shut down by a harsh glare from Sakusa, and you appeared right behind the two volleyball idiots, smacking the back of their heads lightly — a habit you had back then as a manager — telling them to stop making others uncomfortable.

“But Omi-omi’s car is so cool! I want to ride in it at least once! You and Shoyo-kun got to do it, so why can’t we!?” Atsumu whined like a toddler.

“Because she isn’t nasty like you,” Sakusa narrowed his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out his car key.

“Come on Sakusa, just one day wouldn’t hurt would it? I’m going to drive Inunaki and the others so you and your friends take yours? ” Meian asked nicely, and Sakusa involuntarily sighed, showing how he gave up and walked towards the car.

“Fine, but all of you stay in the back seat.”

“All?” Bokuto asked, looking between you, Hinata and Atsumu. “All??”

Sakusa turned around and saw Bokuto getsuring to you, “all?”

“...[y/n], you can seat at the front.” Barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear from Sakusa.

You held back your laughter at the stupid interaction between Sakusa and Bokuto and said that you were actually going to book yourself a ride but Sakusa tilted his head towards his car, telling you to just get in. You nodded meekly and trailed behind him.

Hinata and Atsumu were watching this silently before they both made eye contact, a light bulb went off.

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yuyinesque · 14 days

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me and this kenma x black!fem reader os are glaring at each other in the drafts rn… you proof read this? *hands you excerpt*🌚

okay, okay, ENOUGH! *snatches it back* … i’ll post the rest later.

#𖧷 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 #𖧷 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒!#snippet #writing snippet #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #x black reader #hq kenma #x black fem reader #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #black reader #x black y/n #black y/n

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lilchibi-chan · 1 year

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I didn’t even realize I never put the kenma x black fem! reader part 2 on my master list and I don’t even remember when I posted it so I had to guess😭 y’all I am EMBARRASSED!!!!!!

#kenma kuzome #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader #kenma kozume headcanons #kozume kenma headcanons #kenma haikyuu #kenma x black fem!reader #kenma x black reader #haikyuu

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k0zumine · 3 months

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Kenma Kozume x Fem! Reader

when you’re jealous!

Kenma sighed at his rejected attempt to hold your hand as you yanked your hand away from his with a frown. You were in one of your bad moods again, this time you were mad at him for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

You were both coming back from a date, he’d taken you out for a meal as it hit your 6 month anniversary today. As you were both in high school the meal wasn't some fancy 5-star restaurant but it wasn't McDonalds either, and Kenma knew you weren't bothered by that as well. So as he rolled his eyes stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets trying to contain his frustration he thought back to the date thinking back to anything he might have done wrong to upset you, he couldn’t think of anything.

“What’s the matter hm?” he asked looking towards you.

“m’fine” you mumble his irritation growing at your stubbornness.

“having a hard time believing that” he scoffed making you glare at him.

“why are you mad at me? did I do something wrong?” he continued to look at you, it was pretty hard to stay mad at you as you wore that pretty little dress that compliments your body perfectly with his black blazer draped around your shoulders.

Yes, Kenma wore a suit, just for you, he’d never wear something like that but this was a special occasion and he wanted to impress you, he even tied his hair up in a neat bun. If anyone else saw him like this he was pretty sure he’d want to kill himself.

“Who said I was mad at you?” you grumbled quickening your pace, which was quite difficult when you’re wearing heels.

Kenma's jaw clenched as you continued to be stubborn pacing ahead of him, with a frustrated sigh he caught up to you gently holding your wrist. He pulled you into him holding your waist. “Don’t walk away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you please and I’m not letting you go home from our date upset okay? So I’m sorry for what I’ve done” He told you one arm wrapped around your waist the other lifting up your chin so you’d maintain eye contact with him.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?” You glared at him your eyebrows furrowing.

“No bu-“

“Then you’re not sorry!”

“Baby can you please just tell me? I want to make this night perfect for you..”

“Well, you kinda already ruined that idea when you let that waitress flirt with you.” You spat back. Kenma's face was full of confusion wondering what on earth you were talking about.

“I’m confused…why would she flirt with me”

“She was literally flirting with you, Ken! That free drink, only talking to you, even complimenting you!! She’s in our year I know she has a crush on you!” You were getting more upset by the minute at his oblivious attitude.

“She wasn’t flirting with me…she was just being kind” Kenma explained completely confused as to why you were getting upset. As you heard him trying to justify the waitress's actions you pried his hand away from his waist and continued to walk back to your house.

Kenma's jaw clenched as he once again grabbed your wrist “I told you to stop walking away from me when I’m talking to you” he told you his patience running thin.

“And I don’t want to talk to someone who lets other girls flirt with him when he clearly has a girlfriend!”

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know she was flirting with me, I wasn’t even paying attention to what she was doing I was too busy focusing on you”

“Yeah yeah whatever..” you pout looking avoiding eye contact.

“Can you stop being so stubborn now? You know you’re the only one I have eyes for” He sighed grabbing your chin and leaning in to peck your lips.

“Still don’t like how she flirted with you whilst I was right there…I swear if I see her at school on Monday I’m gonna-“

“Do nothing, you’re not going to get into a fight or an argument okay? If she does it again I’ll tell her to stop.” Raising his eyebrows waiting for you to agree.

“Fine…” you mumbled, Kenma interlocked fingers with yours and continued walking to your house, or so you thought until he walked right past it.

“Uh, you just walked past my house…”

“I know we’re going to my house”

“But I have to go home my parents are expecting me back”

“Yeah, I messaged your mother asking if it was okay to keep you for a few more hours…I can’t let you go home feeling upset, I’d be a bad boyfriend if I did that.” He explained offering you a small smile as you both walked a little further to his house.

As you got to his house Kenma helped take your heels off, you walked into the kitchen saying hi to his mother whilst she bombarded you with questions asking if your date went well and if Kenma treated you well.

“He did but the waitress was flirting with him…” you sigh.

“Oh honey, did he tell her to stop or anything?” She asked.

“No…he didn’t even realise that she was flirting with him” you pout as she brought you into a hug.

“I’m sorry he didn’t do anything but you know how Kenmas like he’s completely oblivious to that kind of stuff, I was even surprised when he told me you guys were in a relationship..surprised he had the guts to ask you out” She chuckled, after another 5 minutes of conversation with the woman she let you go up to Kenmas room.

You opened the to see Kenma sprawled across his bed swiping away on his phone, his hair no longer in that bun, a few of his top buttons undone. “Hi Ken,” you say seeing him glance up at you with a soft smile, you hop on the bed and crawl towards his side laying your head on his shoulder and watching as he scrolled through TikTok.

“You feelin' a bit better after your chat?” He asks stroking your hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“mhm..sorry for overreacting” you mumble watching the cat video that had just appeared on his for you page.

“tis fine m’sorry for not realising what she was doing…I’ll do better next time” he sighed.

“You look so beautiful in that dress if I haven’t mentioned it before” He continues.

“Don’t worry you’ve said it over 10 times today Ken, you look so handsome with that suit you should wear things like that more often” You smile.

“Ha no m’only doin' this for you” He rolled his eyes.

The rest of the night consisted of you cuddling and watching tiktoks, Kenma constantly asking if you were okay pressing kisses to your face. He knew how to lift your spirit up he knew everything about you that’s why you love him.

#kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #kenma x reader #hq kenma #kenma x female reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq #nekoma #nekoma x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader

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