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lowkeyremi · 7 months

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Happy Birthday kenma x fem!reader

note: this is my first time writing real smut, i think. tell me what u guys think. i need feedback so i can get better. also had my friends proofread this for me, that's how anxious i am lol

Word count: 1.2k

CW: smut 18+, unprotected sex, P -> V sex, quickie, kissing, kenma is a whore and a lazy mf, reader has fem parts and is referred to as a girl, creampie, you pull his hair once, pet names.

divider cred: kithsune

"Ken! They're waiting for you what in the-" Your boyfriend, the birthday boy, is hurling you down the stairs... Into the little closet under the stairs to hide from his friends.

"I don't wanna hear Kuroo and Bokuto's shitty happy birthday singing." He mumbles quietly to you. Kuroo somehow has impeccable hearing. It's easy for him to pick your boyfriend out of a crowd with no problem.

"Oh come on Kenma, you listen to them sing every year. This one won't be any different." The closet provides no light and is stuffy. Even though you can't see your boyfriend you know there's a big pout on his face.

"Please.. it's so embarrassing. They always record it because they know I hate it." He grabs your hand, squeezing softly. His face is so close to yours you can feel his warm breath tickle your skin.

"Okay, then what do you suggest we do? They're gonna start looking for us soon. I'm sure the closet is kind of an obvious spot." One thing you'd never take into account when first dating Kenma was his sneakiness. So of course when you feel his hand slip up your shirt you gasp in shock.

"In the closet?" The disbelief in your voice caused a soft chuckle to escape the gamer's throat. You've watched him become more of a man every day, little by little. His deep voice reminds you of how in high school Kenma's voice was high pitched. He was the definition of puberty.

"Yeah, I haven't had you today because you've spent all day planning this dumb party. I think I'm ready for my birthday present."

He can't see you but he knows your body well enough to find those plush lips and plant a sloppy kiss on them. You meet his lips trying to match his slow pace. If you were being honest you wanted him too.. all day long.

His hands move from your tummy down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. "I love your ass." He says opening his mouth while you continue to give him open-mouthed kisses along his pretty face.

"I think I can tell." You wrap your arms around his neck, placing little kisses on his neck. You know he likes it.

You're still unsure of doing this, mainly because all of Kenma's friends are not too far from the closet that has no lock on it. Things could easily go south. Kuroo would love to get in on the action if he were to find you guys, he has before.

A slim finger hooks onto your waistband and slowly pulls at it. "Quit being a tease. If we're doing this, then hurry up." Kenma only smirks at your sudden urgency.

Kenma closes the distance, his voice soft in your ear, "Calm down momma." He's playing dirty now.

He knows that nickname makes you fold. Every. Damn. Time. With your brain being slightly clouded he's able to take control.

You were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the closet because you weren't planning to wear any cute panties until all the guests left.

He caresses your thigh, dragging out the growing arousal in your gut. There's most likely a wet spot on your panties right now.

"Is it bad I'm already hard?" His voice is hoarse even though you guys haven't done anything yet.

"Stop playing, touch me, Ken." You whine getting fed up with his incessant teasing.

"Okay, princess, whatever you want." Without wasting any time your panties are pulled down and two of Kenma's fingers find your dripping cunt.

He's quick to push his fingers in. It hurts just a little bit but the pain goes away as his fingers work you open. "Hah, so good cuz of my skillful gam-"

"Fuck- if you say your 'skillful gamer hands' I'm going to leave this closet." Kenma knows you won't leave the closet, not when he's fucking you so good with his fingers.

Your boyfriend continues at a quick pace. To stay upright you have one hand gripping his shoulder, while your other reaches to rub sloppy circles into your clit.

"So pretty when you touch yourself." He moans rather loudly. It takes him by surprise when you stop touching yourself to cover his mouth. Your juices get on his face.

"Shhhh. Your loud ass is gonna get us caught." Instead of listening to your warning, he tries to push you over the edge. His other hand finds your clit that you abandoned. You would think that his movement would be sloppy, but yet here he is being precise with the way he fucks you with his fingers.

This time around you let out a moan, not as loud as Kenma's. You've concluded that your boyfriend is kind of a slut for you.

Kenma knows that you're getting close. The way your breathing changes, the way you desperately clutch to him, the way you stumble on your words, he loves all of it.

"Getting close?" He teased.

You don't say anything- or more like you can't say anything. Pleasure clouds your mind. All you want is to cum.

"Hah- can't cum yet baby. 's my birthday." With that statement, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to admire the slick on them.

The blonde pulls his cock free from those restraining pants of his. A small groan escapes those plush lips of his when he thumbs at his slit. And he doesn't warn you before entering your pussy.

You gasp rather loudly, his cock filling you up to the brim just the way you like it.

Kenma lets out the loudest moan ever when he feels your tight pussy squeeze him. You count about a minute before he starts to move.

His thrusts aren't calculated as usual. Kenma is a very smart person and weighs out his options before doing something, but when it comes to you, he always loses himself. He calls you the most dangerous weapon.

The grip you have on his shoulders is deadly. You decide to kiss him, only to shut up his loud moans.

Kenma continues at this uneven pace, fucking up into your dripping cunt. You move one hand into his hair to pull at it.

"Shit, Mommy- feels so good," Kenma whines into your ear and you melt on the spot.

Kenma feels you squeeze his cock more than you did before. Your eyes screw shut and you see white.

"I'm gonna-"

Kenma beats you to it by a few seconds. That pretty cock of his paints your insides white, not slowing down for a second. The sounds your bodies make slapping against each other are loud and obnoxious.

You're quick to cum after him, pleasure taking over your body, which almost gave out and it wasn't even crazy sex.

"Ken, we... we gotta hurry up. I'll go change and-"

Kenma finds your panties, and pulls them back up, a sinister smile growing. "Be good mama, don't let them know what we were doing."

"You don't expect me to go out there full of-"

"Hell yeah, I do." He pulls his boxers and pants up.

In the closet, he grabs your hand while leading you out.

end note: idk how to feel abt this.. ik its my first time. but i still dont like it lol. tell me what u think

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dabislilbaby · 8 months

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Kenma Fluff <3

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

It's late when you finally make it home after a long, exhausting day. "Ken?" you called, entering the mostly dark apartment. "In here." He called back from your room. You sighed, glad that he was home, before taking off your shoes and putting your keys on the hook.

The door was cracked open and you could see faint light seeping through as you approached. You found him sitting at his computer with his headset over one ear. Not surprising. He glances at you before putting his attention back on the screen. "Hey." was all he said. You smiled softly. He never did talk very much, but you didn't mind. "Hi." you replied. He moved his hand away from his mouse to grab the bottle of water sitting to his right. As he took a sip, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Okay." He set his drink back down and glanced at you one more time as you walked away from him.

He saw the bathroom door open out of his peripheral vision and it pulled his attention away from the screen for just a second. He turned his head quickly to catch another glance at you before he looked back at his game. He noticed how your hair was still slightly damp, and you were wearing one of his shirts that just barely covered past your hips. He paused his game and turned to look at you, moving his chair back a few inches. Before you walked past him, he reached his left arm out in your direction. "c'mere." he said.

You looked up from the sound of his voice. "Ken, m' tired." You mumbled, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. "I know." He kept his arm stretched out to you and just stared, waiting for you to move closer. And after a few seconds you relented. You stepped closer to him and as soon as you were in reach, his hand held onto your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You settled yourself comfortably on his thighs and he moved his chair forward, caging you in between him and his desk. He unpaused his game and you buried your face in his neck, resting your cheek on the hood of his sweater. You felt his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath, the smell of you shampoo filling his nose. He wasn't very good with words, but he liked when you were close to him like this.

When he'd enter a cutscene, he'd take his hand off the keyboard and rub small circles on your back, or your thigh while he listened to them talk. He wasn't surprised when he looked down to see you asleep on his shoulder, occasionally mumbling something incoherent. He smiled, and then kissed the top of your head.

A/N: I've mentioned recently that I've been in a little bit a a rut when it comes to writing 🙇🏽‍♀️ I haven't been able to find the right amount of motivation or creativity to write anything, and it's really been bugging me bc I have so many unfinished projects in my drafts that I wanna share with you guys😭 but I think this might (very much so a big maybe) have been what I needed to get me back into it. So... hopefully I'll start posting fics again🥲

P.s. I know most of you follow me for MHA content and I'm still 100% posting for the fandom, but I think I'm going to start dipping my toes into other ones as well since I've expanded the list of animes I've seen and fell in love with

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tetsukuroos · 2 months

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k.t | Take A Chance

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Summary After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Tetsurou Kuroo x F! Reader (Izumi Nekomata)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Genre

SMAU/Written Fic

Fluff

Small Angst

Ex VB Player! MC

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Warning

Swearing

Mentions of injury and sickness

Hateful comments

Reader has an established name

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Status

New and Ongoing!!

This is a new experience for me, but I'm so excited to share my first SMAU/Fic idea! Even if no one sees this, I'm looking forward to publishing it somewhere at least. I will try to update as regularly as I can.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Character Profiles

Nekomata Izumi Group

Kuroo Tetsurou Group

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chapters

Part 1. Welcome to Nekoma High School

Part 1. (Bonus Chapter)

Part 2. Expert Stalkers

Part 3 The Elusive Past of Coach Nekomata

Part 4. Nekoma Camping Trip!

Part 5. Maybe He's Not Too Bad

Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

Part 7. Zumi? Zumi!

Part 8. Cat Fight!

Part 9. All About Respect

Part 10. I'll Show You

Part 11. Nekoma v Aoba Johsai

Part 12. Say Please

Part 13. 21 Questions

Part 14. Kuroo Malfunctioning

Part 15. Beyond The Net

Part 16. Rematch!

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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Can you write matching clothes with Kenma?

omg first ask!!! thanks for your request anon hehe <3

pairing: kenma x gn!reader word count: 205 words genre: fluff content warning: none, this is just fluff

you have kenma wrapped around your pinky finger, but there's just one thing he won't relent to and that is matching outfits. the first — and only — time you brought it up and tried it out, it ended with him nearly fainting from embarrassment at how cute he found it.

it's something you've always playfully teased him for but never taken it too far as to make him insecure or make him wear one. but when you stumble upon matching hoodies with the cutest design (a kitten sleeping on a blanket), you just can't resist — you had to get it.

"they're really comfy," you mention casually, dangling one hoodie to show it off with the other on. "besides, we don't have to wear them together."

kenma's eyes soften when he glances toward you as you're looking down at the hoodies, subtly fidgeting with the string on the one you're wearing. a small smile tugs at his lips as notices how you subconsciously want to match with him.

"here," he says, taking the hoodie from your hands. you look confused, then flustered and happy seeing him put it on. he quickly covers your face with his hand. fiery red and facing away, kenma mumbles, "we match now..."

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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“KISS ME MORE!” pt. 2

⇢ sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, miya osamu, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

⇢ part 1

synopsis: the one in which you ask him to please kiss you more

ʚɞ SAKUSA Kiyoomi | collapses next to you on the sofa after a long day at practice. Your fingers weave through his curls, hands gently massaging his scalp as he melts into your touch. He peeks up at you tiredly, “thank you, my love. what can I ever do to repay your kindness?” He smiles gently, a rhetorical question that expected no answer. So imagine the surprise on his face when you responded with a “well, you could kiss me more...” He looks at you and sees the seriousness in your eyes. Your husband laughs, suddenly reenergized. He pats his laps invitingly, which you gladly accepted. “are you comfortable?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours. “mmhm.” His fingers playfully tugs at the hem of your shirt, “you’re a little brat you know that?” “your little brat.” “mmhm.”

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | is the happiest man when you ask him for a favor like this. “Baby Ko!” You open your arms wide as he happily jumps into them. “Baby y/n!” He mimics you, “how’s my pretty wife doing?” You press a light kiss on his nose, “better now that you’re here.” He hums happily, strong arms engulfing you as he wraps himself around your waist and pulls you in close to him. “what are you thinking about?” “about how you should kiss me more.” Bokuto snaps his head up to look at you, a shock look in his eyes before breaking out into a goofy smile. “oh?” He raises a brow before kissing you on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, then finally your lips. He giggles as you giggle. “more!” “alright, another round of kisses for my princess!”

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu | You watch as your husband wipe down the kitchen counter and prepped the ingredients needed for the restaurant tomorrow. He smiles as he feels your stares, “'m almost done, princess and then we can do whatever ya want, sound good?” You walk over gleefully and wrap your arms around him, peeking up to look at him. “anything I want?” Samu nods, smiling down at you. “what if I want you to kiss me more?” Osamu doesn’t answer, but you suddenly find yourself spun around, your back gently hitting the counter as his face inches closer to yours before pressing a light kiss on your lips. “well I did say anything ya want. Yer wish is my command.”

ʚɞ KOZUME Kenma | “kenma!” “yes?” He sets down his cup of coffee and looks up at you as you stand before him, arms crossed. “What flavor is your coffee?” Kenma looks down at the cup before looking up at you, confused. “what do you mean? its coffee? um...vanilla I guess. It’s just the one you got yesterday.” “can I have a taste?” He lifts up his cup to you invitingly but you shake your head. “why don’t you show me the flavor another way?” you winked suggestively. Kenma blushes a deep shade of red but nonetheless opens his arms invitingly as you sink down onto the sofa. “you’re very creative...” he whispers just before leaning in. “did you get a good taste?” You giggle and shake your head no. He sighs playfully, “looks like I have no choice but to kiss you again.” yes please!

ʚɞ KUROO Tetsuro | stands up to stretch, holding out his hand to you. You look at his invitation before looking away. Your husband looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “what’s wrong, pretty face?” “it’s just...” another sigh as you begin to quote Doja Cat, “we hug. And yes, we make love. Then we always just say good night.” Kuroo sits back down, ready to entertain your antics. He’s absolutely aware you’re quoting Doja cat, after all, this song has been on replay for you this entire week. “oh yeah? and you don’t like that?” He inquires. “no I do but...” He grabs your chin, tilting you up to look at him. “but you want me to kiss you more?” Before you could respond, Kuroo presses his lips into yours before pulling away, leaving you slightly dazed. You pout as he laughs, “what? you want more? okay, I'll kiss you more any time, y/n.”

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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years

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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 }

- Kozume Kenma-

Ft - Kuroo Tetsuro. -

Note: sfw, angst to fluff, marriedf!reader, cheating warning. Long oneshot.

Wc: 13+k

Request are open💜

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- “Where have you been?”

These words flow out from your mouth as soon as Kenma walks in the living room. He stood there as if processing your question before sighing and walk to put down his bag. “Where else would I be? Of course, I've been at work, Y/n.” He answered with a tinge of irritation on his voice, something Kenma never does before.

You glance at the clock, hanging almost loosely but still haven't fall out, and it shows 12:43 in the morning. BB corp finished work at 9.

“At this hour?” You whisper again, stepping closer to him, eyes didn't budge from his face as you're trying to gauge his reaction. And he gave it away. He clicks his tongue and sharply turn away and walk into your share bedroom, before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone as you confirmed what you have been feeling nowadays.

Kenma... is losing interest in you.

At first you didn't want to jump into conclusions, you wouldn't want to doubt him. He's your husband, you love him. But... does he? you remember back to your first notice about this whole ordeal. First, Him coming home later than usual. ‘But he probably have a big project to handle so he took extra time.’ You whisper to yourself.

Second time; He no longer eat your cooking. No matter if it's his favorite apple pie, or his favorite cooking, he always said he's full. ‘He come back late, so he must have had dinner outside.’ you whisper again.

Third time; Woman's perfume on his shirt, woman's lipstick mark on his neck. ‘Maybe someone fell on him and the smell rubbed off?’ you denied the possibility.

Fourth ; He no more kiss you when he came home. He always greet you by patting you softly on the back or squeezing your hand once, then let go immediately afterwards. No smile either.

What's the odds...

Lastly, he didn't say 'I love You' anymore.....

After that, all of these things began to point out to you. It was a huge change, one that you can't take it seriously at the moment. Kenma loves you, nothing could change that. But how could you be sure? Maybe he just got tired after all of this hardwork, he didn't need you for nothing.

And now this. Why would you be so stupid to deny all this. You knew it yourself. You knew the answer, but you look away from the truth. You're scared to admit. Admit that Kenma, cheated on you. That Kenma, are having an affair behind you. Your Kenma... “He cheated...”

Your knees give up at your realization as you let out a silent whimper. One that would never be known to him.

〜〜〜〜

Morning came, and a `Ping!` noises woke Kenma up as he turn to open his phone, to find sweet good mornings from her. His love. Kenma smiles, replying each one of them with the same amount of sweetness she gave him. He missed how this feel. Y/n used to be like this, but she changed. And his love for her faded as time went on. He didn't actually want to cheat on her, but he can't lie to himself.

He look around the room for Y/n's figure but none found, so he start his daily routine. Since today is the day. For him to come true to her. It's sunday and both of them are off work so it's the best time to talk about it. He sigh, closing the bathroom door, if only he think twice before marrying Y/n, he would happily be with his true love now, but the past is the past so he'll change his life now.

He finish his shower, dressed himself, brushed his teeth.

He walked to the kitchen, to find her making breakfast, his heart sinked at the sight. This is why he decided to end it all. He already has someone else now. The last two years with Y/n, it wasn't her fault this happened, but it is how it is.

“Morning..” He said softly, remembering how he acted yesterday before nervously sit down on the dinner table. You ignore him, turning off the gas before went to the sink and start washing the dishes. Kenma noticed this, of course. He fiddled with his finger for a second, building the courage he need to crush your heart in mere seconds, but he didn't focus in that aspect.

“Y/n.. I have something to discuss with you.. Can you.. sit down for a second?" He ask again, turning his body to give you his full attention while waiting for you.

Since he knew he should do it now, but he doesn't know where to begin. What can he really explain? Everything that need to be explained.

“I'm busy..” You answered without looking at him, and turned the tap off before moving to wash another plate. He frowned. Becoming more impatience with your attitude. “Can't you stop for a moment, I just need to talk for a bit.” He said with a deeper tone, standing up from the chair and clearly upset with you.

You ignored him again, wiping the dishes you've washed. You aren't stupid. You know what he's about to discuss with you. But you doesn't want to hear it, because you know that once you did, this fairytale of yours will come to an end, and you just start building it.

Kenma take a step forward to where you're standing. You are acting like a child with all this sulking and it pissed him off. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? We're doing this farce now? Are you five?” he huffed at you.

Again. So instead of listening to what he says, you move forward and let him talk to your back, continuing what you were doing before he entered. A part of you hopes for him to say the right things this time, telling him how sorry he is, and begging for you to forgive him, so everything will turn back to normal but you know that's not gonna happened as Kenma goes beside you and pulled your wrist with force. He never hurt you before... but now he did.

You try to pull back your wrist, but it's pointless since he's a former volleyball player, and they have powerful grips. But you still have a mouth and a voice. “Let go, Kenma! You're hurting me!” You yell, planting your feet to the mosaic to prevent him from pulling you. “What are you being so stubborn for?! Just sit down so we can talk, for god's sake!” He shouted back, first time to you again as you flinched. Felt your eyes water but you blink them away before goes to sit down like he told you to.

He let out a loud sigh, messing up his newly combed hair as he sat down in front of you.

“Look, Y/n. About yesterday.. I..” “Save it, Kenma.” You interrupted him coldly, cutting his sentence short. “Just say what you want to, I don't need extra details, so stop talking about it..” You said firmly as you looked straight into his dark brown eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists.

His brows knitted together and his lips slightly open in shock, he looks away, and let out a low breath. “Fine... Y/n.. I want a divorce. I've fell out of love and are currently in a relationship with someone who really loves me. So let's divorce.”

His shock and nervousness from earlier goes away as he stare at you dead serious in the face. And you, even as you try to fight back the urge to cry, hearing the man you give your whole heart to said that he fell out of love shattered your heart completely. One tear start to flow down, then second, third and can't be stop agaim as you sobs, covering your face with both of your palms.

The tears keep pouring from your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out small whimpers, “How could you.. Do this to me..? How.. Could you do this to me?” You asked, still trying to hide your face. “Please.. Don't do this.. Don't do this.. Don't leave me like this..”

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry..” He said, his voice breaking a little as he held back the urge to hug you. He doesn't have the right anymore. “I.. I'm sorry..” He repeated his apology again.

But you no longer hear anything except for the sound of your heart shattering milions times over and over again, you bawl your eyes, with Kenma looking down on his lap, guilty crease his face but no regret shows. He felt relieved, that he actually end this today. Of course, you'll feel sad now, he, himself are sad but you'll bounce back in no time. You always do.

You sniffled, finally able to compose yourself enough to raise your head. And when you looked at the person before you, it feels like your soul has left your body. Kenma look so different. Not because he changed his hairstyle or his clothes but because.... he's no longer Your Kenma. You're no longer Kozume Y/n.. And it breaks you again, but you wipes away the tears, since there's no one to wipe them for you now.

“Since that means you're no longer my husband, I want you to pack your belongings. I don't want to see your face until our divorce trial....” You said hoarsely, looking away from the man. This house belonged to you and Kenma moves in, even though at the beginning of your marriage, he ask you to move in his house but you declined so both of you moves to your house, so it becomes both of you guys house but back to only you now.

Kenma nodded. As the CEO of BB corp, it wasn't a hard thing for him to do. So he stood him and goes out, without a single goodbye. All left is for you to wait for his helpers to come and get his things. The end for you and Kenma's lovestory, two years of marriage, 5 years of friendship from highschool. It ends with him and a new person. You cry again, clutching on your chest as you feel severe pain stabbing your heart, toppling over before losing consciousness.

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And so, 6 months went by. That morning you fell unconscious, Kuroo was the one who found you, though it was in the evening. He heard about the divorce from Kenma as soon as Kenma goes out that morning, but him with his promoting and scouting job, he can't just leave, so he hurriedly tried to finished early that day but still ended up in the evening when he went straight to your house. Kenma's belongings still in the house since the helpers he called will come later tonight so you're there unconscious for more than 8 hours.

When Kuroo arrived, he ring the doorbell, but got no answer, so he barge in without any hesitation. Since he knew you from highschool, he was the one who introduced you to Kenma, he knew what type of a person you're. And you always answer the doorbell.

With lights off, he panicked a bit as he turn the light on, looking around the house for your figure but found none, so he goes out to your small garden, again no sight of you, he goes back inside and climb the stair to upstair, knocking on your room's door, no answer so he pull the door handle to see that it was unlocked, open it up just to look around, since he didn't see you, he doesn't linger and goes back downstairs, almost running out from the door before he remembered your kitchen.

He peek at your kitchen and there you are, still wearing your apron, face pale beside the dinner table, unconscious. He scrambles and pick you up, not caring bout anything else as he drive you to the hospital, trying to calm himself down as you guys arrived at the hospital. He barely calm as he goes inside and ask for a doctor, that took you inside.

After checking up on you, the doctor said you fainted from high blood pressure, and a high level of stress. He told Kuroo that you need to stay for 3days so they can monitor your blood pressure. Kuroo thanked them and goes to sit beside you, accompanying you for the next three days. You told him about what happened, the whole story. He almost went berserk over it, it wasn't a funny matter but you ended up laughing over it and he joined in.

And today, 6 months later, you stand in the court as the judge knocked his gavel three times to finalized the result. Today, you're officially single again. L/n Y/n.

And the one accompanying you is Kuroo as he gives you his sneaky smirk when you turn from the stand to give him your smile, happy at the judge final decision.

Beside you, Kenma stood there without any expression on his face, his true love are cheering behind him but he set his eyes on the judge before glancing your way and you guys locked eyes, before you break it off, turning your heels and walk to where Kuroo is with his smirk and a high five ready for you.

Kenma never smiled, especially at you. But seeing you laugh and smile, he suddenly feels a warm fuzzy feeling all over his heart as if someone stabbed him deep in his chest. it's been a while since he saw you smiling and laughing like that all while high-fiving Kuroo. He felt it. no matter how he tries to think otherwise. He still felt it. Jealous. At Kuroo for being able to make you smile again.

A hand snake up to his wrist snapped him out of his trance as he turn to look at her, with her bubbly smile, while pulling him towards you. Kenma frown but didn't pull back. As they come stand in front of you and Kuroo, both of you turn a bit as Kuroo take up a front stand, shielding you a bit.

“What'cha need?” He ask in his usual way but a bit force tone. “I just want to tell Y/n that I'll make Kenma happy so she doesn't need to worry about anything.” She said with her happy smile, hand still tangling with Kenma's, while Kenma, stand there silently, but his eyes never left yours, and Kuroo noticed this, so he sling his arm around your waist and bring you closer.

“That's good, I guess. Not that she care though. She has more important thing to think about.” Kuroo said with his signature smirk, eyes didn't leave Kenma's as the blond male turn to look down.

“Now, shall we go, Miss Kuroo?” Kuroo ask as he locked eyes with you with his smile, fond and soft, making you returned it with the same amount as you nodded. “Bye now, miss I-don't-know-you-exist and unlucky mister Kenma.” He said before you guys start walking out from the court to your car, leaving Kenma's true love boiling mad and Kenma felt it again... That one feeling that he didn't felt when he told you, he want a divorce.

He felt...

Regret.

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stuff-and-fluffs · 2 years

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repost, ‘cause my brain’s dead and physics was its killer. i’ll only recover mentally from this torture after i kill it with my own two hands. requests are open though, it might just be the elixir of resurrection and bring the wrinkly thing back to life <3

kenma absolutely hated laying on the bed alone, without you by his side. the bed was too cold for him, there was no warmth if you weren’t there.

on the nights you stayed up past the time he got super tired (which is incredibly rare like how did you even manage to do this?) while doing work you felt you needed to finish right then and there, kenma would insist on sitting next to you. it doesn’t matter that he feels like he would sleep for days if he could, or even if he is on the verge of falling asleep, he’d be sitting right there beside you, his arms around your waist or your sleeve held tight in his hands.

on the days where you had to go somewhere, you’d best believe that he wouldn’t let you go for the longest possible time. what do you mean “he was asleep”, he’s clearly awake! it kinda seems like he has a chip implanted in him that lets him know when you’re trying to get up so that he can immediately, with cat-like reflexes, grab hold of your hand and hold you there or pull you back down to the bed — depending on the energy and strength stats he woke up with. if they meet the requirements, his quest would be pulling you down — and he would, like his life depended on it. after you fall back onto the bed again, he’d go on top of you and press down with all his strength to keep you in place or he’d treat you like a personal plushie and basically just cuddle you in place. if you just have to get up, he’d waddle around behind you, all bleary-eyed with his arms around your torso.

repost from my old blog! please do not plagiarize!

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uzuikyo · 11 months

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𓄷 01:32 ✦ kozume kenma x f!reader

ﾒ̼ smut (MDNI)

ﾒ̼ cockwarming, studio sex, pet names, unprotected sex

the sound clicking was all that was heard inside the studio along with your soft, quiet whines. “fuck baby, stop moving.” kenma groaned, trying not to lose his shit while working on his game.

his free hand gripped your hips tighter to stop it from shifting or moving as he continued on his work, but you were getting needier. “kenma~” you whispered, placing kisses on his neck to get his attention. “just a few more minutes baby and I’m done.”

you ignored his reply, grinding your hips on his, making the both of you groan as you felt his cock go deeper inside you. “i need you, please..” you looked up at him, pouting. kenma made sure to save his game before fully shifting his attention to you.

“my princess is so needy today.” he raised an eyebrow before pulling you in a kiss, biting your lower lip as his tongue slid inside your mouth. you let out a moan when he began to move inside you in a slow pace, making you hold onto his arms.

“s-so deep..” you cried as kenma repeatedly hit your g-spot, his mouth moving its way down to your neck, biting and nibbling at your soft skin. “I’m sure you fucking love that, mhm?” he looked up at you through his lashes, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

you threw your head back, moving your hips against his. kenma’s thumb found your clit, making you almost scream from too much pleasure. “fuck! kenma please, ‘m close..fuuuck” kenma hummed in response, giving you kisses on your shoulders.

“my princess wants to cum?” you quickly nod your head, desperate for release as kenma let out a chuckle. “then cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock.” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch as he was also close to releasing inside you.

loud skin slapping, groans and moans filled the studio as the both of you came. you dropped to his chest, his hand now caressing your hair while the other stayed on your back to keep you steady.

“wanna keep you warm while you work.” you muttered on his chest, not planning to move away from him.

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utahimeow · 1 year

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enamoured — kenma kozume

summary — kenma takes you to his company event, but neither of you really want to be there.

pairing — kenma x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut with lots of fluff, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship

word count — 5.7k

author’s note — this is just kenma and reader being disgustingly in love like its so gross and cheesy pls don’t perceive me

There aren’t many things that Kenma likes to put effort into.

He likes his job. He doesn’t have to do much except sit in his room and play video games while thousands of people watch. There’s volleyball–sometimes he wonders how he played it for so long without quitting. He loved the sport, but god, it made him tired. His appearance is… lacklustre. He probably could do something more with his style, but what’s the point if he’s not comfy?

You’re the single thing he often finds himself putting effort into. Not that you’re high-maintenance, or needy (although he would argue otherwise). It’s that he’s never cared so much about anything in his life as he cares about loving you.

It was scary at first. Kenma couldn’t fathom that he was capable of having feelings like that. You consumed him long before he had even asked you to be his. It’s still scary. Sometimes he feels so much for you that he has no idea how to express it–he’s never had the chance. He tries though, and hopes you understand. Sometimes you don’t. Most times you do.

The only reason he’s going to the event tonight is because you’re coming with him. He couldn’t care less about meeting the strangers who invest in his company, even if without them his company wouldn’t exist. He couldn’t care less about meaningless praises about his success, or being sucked up to by people he won’t see for another year.

He’ll never admit it, but in a way he’s glad you’re too stubborn to give in to staying home. Before you, he wouldn’t have cared about how impolite it would be to ditch his own event. Now he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to watch you be disappointed in him for ditching. Besides, the designer dress he bought you is far too pretty to be left sitting in the closet. If not out of genuine interest, he’ll at least go so he can show you off a little.

When the taxi reaches the venue, Kenma offers his hand to you as you step out of the car–or rather, he requests your hand in his. Despite being twenty minutes late already, he takes slow strides towards the front entrance, but it’s not because he’s afraid you’ll fall behind in your platform heels (he knows you’re quite efficient in them).

Once you make it to the hall that’s reserved especially for the event, Kenma halts just before entering. His face is straight as always, and even his eyes give away nothing, but this is Kenma Kozume. The man who can spend days on end without leaving your shared apartment unless it’s really urgent. Often you’re the only person who he sees for weeks at a time. Therefore, his next words don’t really come as a surprise–

“Don’t go anywhere, please.”

Still, they undoubtedly make your heart swell. You squeeze his hand, stepping closer to him to tuck a strand of loose, half-blond half-brown hair behind his ear. It’s mostly pulled back into a looped bun that you helped him style, but there are stray strands falling around his eyes, making it much more suited to him.

“The only reason I’m here is for you, Ken-Ken,” you say, and you giggle when his nose scrunches at the nickname. “You just have to be Kodzuken until your social battery dies, and then we can go home.”

“My social battery’s already dead,” he says, smug as always.

You roll your eyes playfully, letting your fingers brush against his neck as you adjust his tie that doesn’t need adjusting.

“Well, it’s just a couple hours, and I’ll be with you the entire time,” you assure him, not missing the way his eyes drop to sweep down your body–lingering on the neckline of your dress that’s teasingly low. He chews on the inside of his lip, his honey eyes gleaming and for a moment, there’s clarity in his expression.

Without another word, Kenma shoves his hands in the pockets of his pressed dress pants, waits for you to grab hold of his arm like he knows you will, and makes his entrance. He doesn’t make much of an effort to fix his posture, or introduce himself, only plasters a small smile onto his face and waits until people start to notice him.

It’s Kenma’s manager, Teppei Kishimoto, who finds you two first. Good thing, too. He’s one of the small number of people your boyfriend tolerates, and it’s because he does… basically everything for Kenma. Not in a pushover way, though. It’s more of a ‘gets shit done’ way. With him, Kenma’s learned to regret slacking off.

“Surprised you showed up at all, Kozume,” Teppei says, clapping a hand down on Kenma’s shoulder, charming as ever. He’s close enough to both of you now that he’s become more of a friend than a manager, but he’s good enough at his job to still keep things professional.

“I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her,” he admits and tilts his head towards you, to which you scoff, smiling gently as Teppei pulls you in for a hug.

“Thank you for organising everything. You did amazing,” you say. He quite literally organised everything. From booking the venue to emailing out invites to hiring caterers, he made sure Kenma didn’t lift a finger.

“Come on, there’s people waiting to talk to you,” Teppei says, dragging Kenma towards a small crowd of guests. Gently you let go of his arm, trailing a few inches behind them instead. Kenma flicks his head back momentarily in search of you, just to assure himself that you’re still there.

The next while goes like this: Teppei introduces Kenma to some investors, Kenma introduces you as his girlfriend, you make small talk (though Teppei does most of the talking) until Kenma gets excused in order to talk to a different group of investors. It’s a lot of nodding along, laughing at jokes that aren’t that funny, and business talk. Safe to say you don’t have much to contribute, but you’re happy to be there.

On one side of the hall, there’s a table filled with champagne flutes, so you tug at your boyfriend’s arm and lean into his ear.

“I’m just grabbing a glass of champagne. Do you want some?” He hardly ever drinks and if he does it’s beer bottles, but you offer anyway–a little alcohol might help loosen him up, especially with how stiff he is under your touch.

“No, thanks,” he replies. You nod, giving his bicep a squeeze before heading towards the drinks. As you turn away you catch a tinge of pink on his cheeks which in turn makes warmth spread through your own body and a tiny grin stretches your lips.

Kenma looks ridiculously good–it almost annoys you. It’s a shame he doesn’t put effort into his appearance more often, especially when all he’s done tonight is tied his hair back into a neater-than-usual bun and put on a tailored suit. Maybe it’s better for your health though. You can barely control yourself when he’s in his ripped sweatpants and ten-year-old hoodies.

You’re not sure how long you can keep it together tonight, though. The way his pants hug his slim legs and how his jacket follows the curve of his waist makes you bite down on your bottom lip, wishing it was his skin you were biting down on. His usual garb never shows off anything–his legs, small waist, wider shoulders. The only time they’re on display is when he’s inside you.

With a deep breath and a dull warmth between your legs, you pluck a flute of champagne from the table before sidling back over to Kenma, staying true to your promise.

You’re like a tick the way you stay glued to him, but he leans into your touch–appreciates it.

Eventually, his muscles tense up once more when Teppei offhandedly mentions that Kenma will be making a speech. He turns to you immediately, a hint of panic in his eyes.

“It’ll only be a few words, just to thank patrons for showing up,” Teppei assures him, knowing his client. “Don’t worry.”

Still, there’s not much resolve on your boyfriend’s face.

“Babe, you talk in front of hundreds and thousands of people daily. There’s only like a hundred tonight,” you reason.

“Yeah, but my stream viewers aren’t… real,” he says. It makes you chuckle. He’s told you before that in his mind, he can’t fathom the fact that his viewers are real people. Therefore, he can’t be anxious about streaming.

“It won’t take more than… thirty seconds. That’s all,” Teppei says. You nod your head, agreeing, but Kenma’s face remains troubled.

You lean into his ear again, bringing your voice to a whisper. “After you do it, we’ll go home, okay? You look too good in this suit. I can't take it anymore.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, swallowing as his eyes become distant. The cogs in his brain begin to turn. Teppei raises a brow at you, but he doesn’t say anything. He can’t, not when Kenma, of his own accord, begins to make his way up to the small stage on top of which a podium stands.

Kenma stands there, with his shoulders hunched and his hands tucked into his pockets. He’s not doing anything, yet you so badly wish you were on your knees in front of him.

“Hello,” he says, flat as always. His voice is swallowed by the din of the crowd, but slowly it grows quieter as the guests take notice of his presence, until finally it dies into a complete silence.

“I’m Kenma Kozume. I’m the CEO of Bouncing Ball corporation,” he says. He stares down at the microphone mostly, his cat eyes only flicking up ever so often. You’re smiling like a proud mother regardless, mostly because of the excitement that’s starting to overtake you when you think about how soon you’ll have him all to yourself.

“Thank you for coming tonight, um, I appreciate seeing you all. I wanna thank my manager, Teppei Kishimoto, for organising this event,” he says, before his eyes land on your smiling face. Your eyes, however, flash with want when you bat your lashes. Kenma has half a mind to thank you in his speech–for what? Maybe for being pretty.

He clears his throat, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you before he gets down on one knee and proposes. “I’m grateful for all of your investments and support. My company wouldn’t be where it is without you all. So… I hope you all have a good night, and thanks. Again.”

He finishes with a curt nod, bolting from the stage as the room fills with polite applause. His gaze is locked directly on you, so determined it almost scares you. He doesn’t halt when he makes it to your side, intertwining his fingers with yours and making a beeline for the door with you in tow.

“Wait, my champagne,” you whine, tossing it down your throat so you can leave the glass on a nearby ledge.

It’s a good thing the guests have mostly resumed their own conversations, hopefully too engrossed to notice. Unfortunately you have no doubt that Teppei notices–Kenma will deal with him eventually. An earful from his manager is worth it.

There’s a taxi five minutes away when Kenma requests it outside of the event building.

You nuzzle into his neck, no longer so cautious about being modest. You’re just proud of yourself that you managed to not tear his clothes off in front of everyone.

“You did so good, Ken,” you purr against him, dotting a kiss just above the collar of his shirt.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he says with a sly grin that’s barely there.

When the taxi arrives, Kenma helps you into the backseat and follows you inside. His hand settles onto your thigh, seemingly innocent, but the contact spreads a fire through your every muscle.

When you’re dripping with want, the ride feels like an eternity. You stare out the window the entire time and fiddle with the hem of your dress, an attempt to keep yourself sane until you get home. You wonder if Kenma is struggling the same as you, though you guess the way he dragged you out of his event says everything.

You make it home, finally, after thirty minutes which felt more like three hours. Kenma pays the driver, tips him too, then he walks you back to the house with a hand on your lower back.

The minute you get inside, your hands cling to the fabric of his blazer, pulling his face to yours–until he stops you. Your face drops, eyebrows pinching together and lips morphing into a pout.

“You can wait until we get to the bedroom,” he says, though in the moment it comes out more gentle than stern.

You huff, pulling your heels off as Kenma makes his way upstairs after already toeing his shoes off. You’re not sure if you’re the impatient one or him right now.

You tiptoe up the stairs, to your bedroom where Kenma’s sitting on the bed in anticipation. His eyes light up when he sees you again and he beckons you over with a flick of his hand. Your hands become clammy as you pace over to him to stand in between his legs, allowing him to gaze up at you from below.

You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Every word that’s synonymous that Kenma can think of–is you. Of course, he thinks these things every single day, whether you’re groggy first thing in the morning or wearing a sheet mask with a cat ear hairband keeping your hair out of your face. But he hardly ever sees you like this. Dressed to the nines, all dolled up with glamour.

Yours. He has to remind himself. She’s all yours.

Maybe he’ll hold more company events. He’ll buy you a new dress for every one. Dresses that cling perfectly to your form and sit perfectly against your skin and make him want to melt into you and become one.

Kenma’s hands trace along the curves of your waist as you stand between his knees. He gazes up at you with a softness unlike anything you ever see from him, fingertips moving like he’s touching you for the first time. Unfortunately for him, you’re far too impatient for that. You bend forward, pulling him in by his tie so you can finally mould your gloss-coated lips to his. It’s soft, even as he presses his tongue into your mouth and tastes the lingering champagne you’d been drinking earlier. Already your knees weaken. Your entire face grows warm. His kisses are always overflowing with the affection he can’t tell you through words.

Your hands move of their own accord when you start to undress him. First, you push his blazer over his shoulders, helping him shrug it off before it lands on the hardwood. You’re crawling over him, kissing him with growing fervour, urging him back against the bed as your fingers make work of the tie you had tied for him and then the buttons of his shirt. As soon as his shirt is out of the way, your palms meet his smooth torso, sliding all the way up his chest until you’re clinging to his shoulders.

In return, Kenma’s lithe hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down gently, dragging the straps down your arms. You stand, letting the too-expensive garment fall until it pools around your feet. Kenma sits up, reaching behind you once more so he can unhook your strapless bra.

With your breasts exposed, Kenma’s gaze burns into you. It’s amazing how, even after years of being with him, you still crumble. It doesn’t help that his eyes are so revealing. There’s hunger in the way he takes you in, drinks you up until he’s intoxicated– he hasn’t even got to feel you yet. Lust swims in pools of gold, so overwhelming that you want to shrink, but then your chest swells with pure confidence. You have a man staring at you like you’re a deity, like he wants to give you the world (he would).

He tugs you gently by your wrist and you let yourself tumble towards the bed, where immediately Kenma props himself above you and his lips ambush your neck. You gasp as your lower belly erupts into tingles just from the way he licks and suckles softly at your skin, his lips soft and warm, each kiss telling you the same thing.

You jolt when his fingertips press against your cunt through your panties. He draws slow circles, but not to tease–he’ll work you up, nice and gradual, until you’re utterly dripping for him. Every motion of the pads of his fingers is deliberate, practised and perfected through all the years he’s had the chance to worship you. He’s adapted–evolved, even–to your body, becoming an expert in the things that make you writhe.

“Kenma…” you sigh while his mouth nibbles on your collarbone. And just like that, his fingers dip past the band of your panties, because for some reason tonight he’d rather die than not give you exactly what you want. Most nights he’s mean and relentless, refusing to give into your sweet pout and your wet, teary eyes, getting hard to the sound of your desperate, needy pleas like a sadist (and that’s a conversation he’s been thinking about how to bring up). Tonight, though, he’s giving you everything you want.

He touches your clit, pressing down as he rubs it in circles, still taking his time despite how his body is screaming for him to pin you down and stimulate you until you’re crying his name. He drags his fingertips through your silky folds, along your slit, grinning against your skin when he finds that you’re utterly drenched. It’s only ever been him that can make you wet this effortlessly, but it makes sense when everything he’s learned, he’s learned from you.

Kenma never cared enough about having a partner–too preoccupied with his hobbies–until you came along and decided to worm your way into every aspect of his life. Not that he would have stopped you, anyway. Being his first for everything meant that he never had to question “will she like this?” or “will she hate it?”, only you telling him precisely what you wanted him to do with you, and him doing that, and going beyond it too.

Kenma smears your slick all over your cunt and your entire faces grows hot because he’s so fucking lewd. He rubs it a few more times, then sinks two of his fingers into your hole and curls them up until he finds the sweet spot that has you moaning for him. At the same time, his lips latch onto one of your nipples and his free hand reaches up to squeeze your other breast, and already you think you’re starting to lose your grip on your sanity.

You hum as Kenma’s fingers glide in and out of your entrance. He’s patient, uncharacteristically so, dragging his digits along your walls like he’s only greeting them.

“More,” you keen, twisting your hand into the sheets below you. Heat pools in your belly, and though it’s hardly more than a flicker so far, you’re desperate. “Please, wanna cum…”

He pulls off your hardened nipple to scoff at you, but it’s far from genuine hostility.

“Stop being pushy,” he says, and for a moment his mouth twitches with a grin before he wraps his lips around the bud again.

You can only respond with a moan as he pushes his fingers back inside you, all the way until he’s knuckle-deep in your pussy this time and it’s so good that you give a long, airy whine. Your noises as he continues open you up on his fingers are so cute, he thinks. Sweet, honeyed moans that shoot straight down to his cock. He’s been hard for a while now, probably as soon as he stepped foot inside the front door, and since then his need has been building and building, and all he can think is how dizzying it’ll be when he can finally sink into the warmth of your cunt.

You’re practically dripping down Kenma’s wrist. Every push and pull of his fingers hits the perfect spot over and over, your toes curling and your fists clenching where they’re buried in the sheets. Arousal drools from your hole, slick, wet noises filling the air from your boyfriend’s ministrations. His lips smack as he sucks on your tits, watching them jiggle like a sick man every time pulls off one with a wet pop. He doesn’t even realise he’s moaning. It’s so quiet that it’s barely audible over the sound of your pussy, but the vibrations travel from the back of his throat to your skin as he licks and nibbles on you.

Feeling the way your pussy clenches around his digits, Kenma picks up the pace, shifting his position and now his cock, achingly hard, is pressed against your thigh. He’s flicking his wrist so brutally now that his entire arm moves and your body moves with it against his chest.

“R-right there, Kenma!” You’re panting, your hips bucking greedily in search of even more stimulation–all you need is a little more. “Please, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, unashamed in your begging.

“Yeah? All for me?” Kenma mutters, nuzzling his nose into your neck so he can nip at your skin again–he knows it drives you wild, and it does.

Within seconds, your pussy’s pulsing around Kenma’s fingers and a long moan pulls itself from your throat. Your muscles turn taut, your orgasm washing over you in ebbs that make your legs tremble.

“Pretty,” he remarks, pulling his fingers out slowly to rub your swollen clit. Then he brings them to your lips which part instinctively, and they wrap around them, and you suck. He presses down on your tongue, glazed eyes piercing into your dazed and shiny ones as he watches you swallow the taste of yourself.

“So pretty,” he reaffirms, then slides his digits out of your mouth and leans in to press his lips to yours. His tongue licks into your mouth, lapping up whatever is left behind because he’s parched and he’s selfish and he’s desperate to get a taste of you too.

Despite how your body is still limp and recovering from your first climax, you paw at Kenma’s crotch, shoving against him until he’s leaned back on his elbows and you’re the one who’s above him.

Now that you can see his face, you find that his cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink and his lips are glossy and a little puffy.

“Can I suck your dick, please?” you ask with your hand already halfway down his dress pants.

Kenma chuckles, low and sexy. He brings his hand to your burning cheek and strokes a thumb over your wet lips. He’s not thinking anything, just… admiring. Mine–that’s all he’s thinking. His cock jumps as you palm him through his boxers. In an instant he melts, not just from your touch, but from how pliant you are, how politely you asked him as though you even need permission, as though he wouldn’t destroy the planet just to feel your lips around his dick.

“Go ahead, baby,” he says with the last shred of control he has of his voice. After this, he’ll be a goner.

You scurry to pull his pants and boxers down his legs, letting him shuck them off while your hand wraps around his blushing cock. It’s enough to make his abdomen clench, though he’s always been sensitive. Your thumb grazes his slit where beads of precum ooze out and he hisses when you smear it down his length, gazing at him through your eyelashes as you start to pump your hand up and down. Leaning forward, you let a drop of spit dribble onto him, revelling in the way he throbs against your hand.

Your mouth starts to water at your boyfriend’s pretty, slicked-up cock. You think you’ve both had enough of your teasing, so you’re bending forward to drag your tongue from his base all the way to his swollen tip, flicking your tongue over the mushroom head. It’s all for show–one he doesn’t really even need right now seeing as he’s already two seconds away from releasing all over your face.

There’s a devious gleam in your eyes when you wrap your lips around him, sucking on the tip just a little. He’s gasping, fingers flying to the roots of your hair, and excitement boils inside you.

Your hand pumps him up and down at his base, over the tiny veins that decorate his length. Slowly your mouth works more and more of him every time you bob your head. Tears brim your eyes when you have the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat, eyes blurring with every movement.

Kenma is still, watching you take him down your little throat despite how much it resists, despite how you near-gag each time, despite how it cuts off your oxygen. He reaches forward, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth where a mixture of your saliva and his precum drools. He doesn’t realise he’s got his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a dazed look in his eyes. All he knows is he’d do anything for you.

Kenma tosses his head back. He thinks if he keeps looking at you he’ll just blow–not yet, he can’t. He hasn’t even gotten to feel your pussy yet. He scrunches his eyes shut, taking steady breaths, until all that his mind can comprehend is the way your hot, slippery mouth wraps around his sensitive dick.

The ceiling above him spins as his cock bumps the back of your throat. Heat boils in your own belly, your eyes flicking up to catch his Adam's apple bobbing, one of his hands fisting into the sheets while the other tangles into your hair. His hips rut into your mouth absentmindedly, in tandem with your own as you search for stimulation again.

His thighs sting when your nails sink into his skin, shooting pinpricks of pleasure to his throbbing cock and he gasps. Any longer and it’s over, so he steadily pulls you off him by the roots of your hair, mesmerised by the webs of spit and precum that follow your lips as he does.

“I wanna be inside you now,” he says, a near growl that makes you shiver because it almost doesn’t sound like him. He tugs your face in towards his and kisses you with hunger, fingertips digging into your scalp as he holds you in place by your head.

You moan into his mouth, your entire body hot with desire. “Want you to fuck me, Kenma.”

He pulls away from your mouth fully, yanking your head back just an inch but it’s enough to make you yelp. He makes sure you’re staring straight into his eyes. Wants you to see how they’re darkening. You shudder under his stare, heart pounding, like you’ve done something wrong–you have. Forgotten a singular syllable.

“Please, Kenma. Fuck me, please.”

He gives a small, satisfied huff, pressing his lips to yours again for a fleeting moment–‘good job’. Kenma leans back then, sprawls himself out against the pillows at the top of the bed and pats his thighs.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, softly. You crawl over and settle yourself into his lap, his arms looping around your waist immediately as your crotch grinds against him.

Impatient, you reach between your sweat-slicked bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. Kenma dips his head to your chest, pressing wet kisses to your skin as you arch your back a little and guide him to your entrance, sighing when you start to sink down on him. He gives a tiny groan from the back of his throat as your pussy swallows him, inch by inch, until finally he’s fully seated inside you.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your walls clamping around him and adjusting to the stretch. Being filled with him like this always knocks the breath out of you, makes you hungry for more and neither of you have even moved yet. It’s then that you shimmy your hips slightly and, in one fluid motion, rise up and drop back down in his lap.

“Fuck,” he pants, barely audible.

“Feels so good,” you hum, grinding your hips against him steadily, revelling in the way he pulses against your soft walls.

With your arms wrapped around one another, you quickly start to lose yourself. Your brain turns foggy, and all you know is your boyfriend’s flesh meeting yours, his length pressing deep into you and grazing everything sensitive. Your soft, whimpering noises are out of your control, and they’re music to Kenma’s ears.

His mouth lands on your chest, his puffy lips pressing soft kisses to your tits before he sinks his teeth into your skin ever so gently. A laugh bubbles in your throat, one that’s simultaneously half a moan.

“What?” he whispers, ghosting his fingers along your spine.

“You never let me do that,” you pout, thighs beginning to burn as you continue to bounce up and down in your boyfriend’s lap. You’re struggling to keep up the pace, clinging to Kenma a little harder with each plunge.

“You’re so annoying,” he says, strained, but when you look at his face his eyes are clouded over with affection.

You’re about to tease him again, but the next second, Kenma grasps you by your waist and flips you onto your back, all while staying seated inside you. In an instant your legs hook around his torso and he’s slamming his twitching cock into your cunt with abandon.

For a moment your mind blanks from the suddenness of it all. Kenma grazes the spot deep inside you that makes your back curve off the mattress, your chest pressing up against his and your legs tightening around his waist like letting go of him would mean death.

Your hands snake around the back of his neck, just holding him. His irises are brimming with everything–awe, tenderness, love.

He loves you. He’s not sure about a lot of things, but that’s the one thing he is sure of.

Kenma’s not just fucking you anymore. He’s connected with you, falling into you further and further with every thrust. And he’s indulging–when a soft, high moan leaves his mouth, he doesn’t stop it.

He rests his forehead against yours, hips still meeting yours with a small smack each time. His breath mingles together with yours, and for a moment he feels your soul touch his.

“Kenma…” you sigh, eyes brimming with tears as you grow desperate for release. The fire deep in your core burns so intensely, the heat spreading to your fingertips.

“I know,” he says, voice cracking as your walls clamp down on him, begging him to go deeper, pleading with him for more.

He obliges, angling his hips in a way that lets his cock drag against where you’re most sensitive, and that’s when you cry out. Kenma watches your eyes roll back, gazes at you as your face morphs into bliss, feels the hot pulsing of your cunt around him as you finally reach your climax.

Kenma’s thrusts stutter just a little from the sudden tightness of your walls, then your nails are dragging down his smooth back and he’s giving another obscene moan, one that turns his cheeks red. He drops to his elbows, still above you but now his head makes his home by the shell of your ear.

The breathy groans and whines he lets out send shivers down your spine, and that’s when you know he’s gone. He’s completely engulfed in pleasure, desperately chasing release. He groans your name out in a near-chant, and you reach up to rake your nails along his scalp at the nape of his neck–one of his weak spots.

“Fuck… fuck,” he sighs, voice breathy, his cock ramming relentlessly against your cervix. He’s abandoned all semblance of tenderness now, overtaken by a hungry, selfish urge. It’s contagious too, seeping from his skin into yours, leaving you aching to be filled up.

“Cum for me, Kenma?” you whimper over his ragged breathing, tugging at the roots of his hair. “Wanna feel you..”

“Y-yes, oh God,” he groans. “Gonna give you all of it, gonna make you all mine.”

Then with a few more trusts of his hips and a strained moan, he lets go inside you, warmth blooming through you with every spurt that dribbles into you. His pelvis is pushed flush against yours as he burrows himself as deep as he can inside you, like he’s trying to combine your bodies together. His teeth clamp down on your shoulder, a little harder than usual, as he ruts his twitching cock into you until he’s too sensitive to move.

Only a moment passes before Kenma reaches up to press his lips to yours. It’s so soft that each of you barely moves your lips, satisfied with just the sensation of one another.

“I love you,” you murmur into his skin.

“Love you,” he replies, words that are few and far between for Kenma, but when they come, you believe him with every fibre that’s in you.

Slowly he pulls out of you, both of you wincing, you at the emptiness and him at the loss of warmth. The sticky fluid that oozes out of you is a problem for later. Now, you’re both craving the same thing–to be tangled together. Kenma shifts to your side, still close, still searching for contact when his arm wraps around your waist and he buries his face into your hair and breathes in your scent.

There’s a buzz from the night stand–Kenma’s phone, more specifically.

“Could you grab it?” he asks. You do. And when you pick up his phone, the screen is lit up with a single text from his manager Teppei:

‘We need a word.’

You burst into laughter. Kenma’s grinning. He can’t find it in him to be bothered by it. He’s too busy thinking about what kind of ring he should get you.

dedicated to my hot sexy betas @ushiwhacka and @tetsutits <3

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

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emmyrosee · 6 months

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i'm sorry but i feel like this is so kenma as a dad- 😭😭 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjN6wu3P/

BROOOO YOU GOT ME CRYING IN CLASS 😭😭

I just know that I’m the mornings, you get up and put the tiny baby on the mound of pillows next to him. She grunts and gurgles, but is otherwise satisfied and happy as you nestle her next to your husband.

You gently press a kiss to his temple, “Maesi is on my pillow,” you murmur, thumb gently stroking his cheek. It’s enough to rouse him slightly without waking him fully.

“Aight,” he yawns, chasing your warmth briefly before curling back into a small ball. You chuckle and gently hook a lock of his hair behind his ear to start breakfast.

A few minutes later, Maesi starts to coo, little huffs and gurgles in her mouth that ring through the air. Kenma grunts and stretches again, finally ready to be awake for the day; he’s not going to complain that the day starts with a kiss from you and waking up next to his baby.

Maesi looks down at him and coos happily. “Sup champ?” He teases, lifting a fist to knock against her small mitten clad hand. “Fist bump.” He makes it explode with a dramatic explosion sound and then a quiet “nice.”

Maesi merely puffs a few giggles and a wide, gummy smile.

Kenma sits up with a massive stretch, eyes twitching and chest grumbling from the force. The rain makes the room cold and dark, exactly the conditions Kenma thrives in, and he scoops his little five month old up and into his arms to cradle her.

“Gonna kiss momma on the mouth for changing you,” he mumbles, kissing her nose and squeezing her softly. “Cleaned up your doodoo shart so I could sleep in. A keeper, that one.”

Maesi merely jams her fist at his nose, and he pretends to knock out from the force, her little gaspy laughter filling the room once again.

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noriasnewnotes · 10 months

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Club Crush pt.1

kenma kozume x f! reader

In which y/n finds herself in a sticky situation, with an even messier person.

⚠️ 18+ content

*. : ｡✿ * ﾟ * .: ｡ ✿ * ﾟ * . : ｡ ✿ * *. : ｡✿ * ﾟ * .: ｡ ✿ *

you open your eyes taking in your surroundings. your shirts on the floor, the dim bathroom lights, the muffled music on the other side of the door. both your moans and whines filling up the small space. you claw his back as he continues to slam into you hard as ever.

“oh my god don’t stop!” you moan out. he pounds you twice as hard. “fuck y/n you feel so good!” kenma lets out with a whimper. he bites your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive spot. his smell. his breath on your neck. the way his voice is slightly pitched up. its intoxicating.

why tho? why is the known playboy, kenma kozume, making you feel like this? you never liked him, so why are you here? matter of fact, howd you even get here?

5:30 pm Friday

“Im not going kurro”

“pleaseee y/nn!” kurro begs over the phone. “you never go out with us!”

you and kurro have been best friends since the start of high school. luckily you both got into the same university.

“that’s because i don’t like most of your friends, or the loudness of the club. you already know this tho so why the fuck are you asking?”

“i’ll give you 20 bucks”

“i’ll be ready in 30.”

you call your bestfriend Akane to give you some advice.

“ yellow or f/c?” you ask holding up both dress options.

“definitely f/c, you look amazing in that!” Akane responds excitedly.

“okay okay, thanks girl i’ll call you later!” you hung up finishing your hair and makeup then calling kurro.

6:15

Kurro texted and told you to come out side.

Once you did you saw his car and made your way over.

you got close to the car and was a little shocked to how packed it was. Kurro was driving, Bokuto in the passenger, then Kenma and one more you didn’t know in the backseats. the windows were also down.

“Hey y/n” “hiii” Kurro and Bokuto said when they saw you.

“ umm where am i supposed to sit?” you ask literally anyone.

“right here beautiful.” kenma says pointing to his lap with a slight smirk and a wink.

you made a face since you don’t particularly like Kenma. he always flirts with every girl and somehow they always fold, however you were not about to be like them.

“don’t mind him.” “just sit between them, duh.” kurro says. you roll your eyes at his last statement.

“Hey im Kai Nobuyuki, you can call me Kai!” Kai says getting out with a smile.

you smile back while getting in and kurro starts driving.

6:25

-hey guys, thanks so much for reading! if you guys want a pt.2 to see what happens next lmk !

-noria ☆

#haikyuu #anime #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kurro tetsuro #college #y/n #club #nekoma high #across the spiderverse #partymusic #kenma icons #bokuto headcanons #kenma smut #smut

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tetsvhoe · 10 months

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MASTERLIST !

— all works tagged under —out of spite; gwen because i would most likely have no time to link everything

— angst/hurt [a] ; fluff/comfort [f] ; crack/humor [c] ; suggestive [s]

— ♡ personal faves

updated: 8/20/23

[ HCS ]

[ SMAU ]

# SERIES

afraid — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader filo smau [ong] if fate permits — kuroo x f!reader smau [ong]

# HAIKYUU

millennialcore [c] how many dicks are you choking on? [c/s] i’m breaking up with you | sorry wrong person [c] pretty boy [f] jealous boys [f] what about me [f]

[ HAIKYUU ]

— KARASUNO

# TSUKISHIMA KEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] “bite your lip once more, i dare you” [s] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# KAGEYAMA TOBIO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# HINATA SHOYO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

nostalgic for the moment [f]

# DAICHI SAWAMURA

how dare you [f]

— NEKOMA

# KUROO TETSURO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ forever in a few hours [f] ♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ pushing you away [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] baby i’m yours [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] sober thoughts, drunk confessions [a/f] fluffy hair drabble they make you flinch [a/f] paper rings [a] how dare you [f] rubber ducks [f]

# KENMA KOZUME

♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] second best [a/f]

— AOBA JOHSAI

# OIKAWA TOORU

seeing your toxic ex [f] “sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f]

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] 505 [a/s] the simple things [f] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# MATSUKAWA ISSEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] i lost them [f]

— FUKURODANI

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f]

# AKAASHI KEIJI

“you’re an idiot.” “but you love me.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] trees [a/f]

— SHIRATORIZAWA

# TENDOU SATORI

“you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.” [f]

— INARIZAKI

# SUNA RINTARO

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] “give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave.” [a/f] focus [a] hickey prank [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f]

# MIYA ATSUMU

mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] “god, i love your hands.” “let’s put them to good use then.” [s] ♡ “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f] how dare you [f]

# MIYA OSAMU

seeing your toxic ex [f] i miss the old u [a] i just put on lip gloss [f] how dare you [f]

— OTHER

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

all fun and games until someone catches feelings [a/f] pillow talk [f] cigarette kisses [a/f]

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f]

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ]

# NANAMI KENTO

whatever you do, dont [f] sweet [f/s]

# GOJO SATORU

sticky [s]

# INUMAKI TOGE

indigo [f]

#pin

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tetsukuroos · 2 months

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k.t | Take A Chance

Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

Masterlist | Next

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been swamping myself with uni work and work work to keep myself afloat LOL

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veraghost · 2 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮... ❤️‍🔥 - kenma kozume

f!reader x pro gamer!kenma

a/n: i finally got an idea for a fic, hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! also happy valorant championship!

wordcount: 1.4k

warning(s): nsfw content, explicit smut, over the phone sex, overthinking, believing he’s cheating, the word “panties”, established relationship, all characters are aged up, mentions on marriage, engaged kenma

Dating a professional gamer had always been a little difficult for you, but it was all worth it in the end. When Kozume had proposed to you when you had been travelling Europe for the World Championships of a game he played, right before he won the final match, you decided then and there that ultimately everything would be worth it. But now, when you’re alone in the apartment he pays for, watching him play through a screen, cheering him on from the comfort of your room, you can’t help but miss him - a lot.

The apartment was quiet, more than normal. You can’t hear Kenma’s PC running or the gunshots from his game as you prepare dinner. The shower only running when your in it, no jingles from his monitor from people donating money, just silence and the sound of the air conditioning running. You can’t even call him, he’s busy practicing for yet another Championship, and you feel alone.

Usually he’s not away for this long, taking a weekend or a bit more before you can wrap yourself in his arms again, but it’s almost been a week, with little “good morning’s” and “goodnights” keeping you from overthinking. He says its because there’s “a lot more competition this year” and that the “stakes are higher” and you believe him, you really do. But there’s a voice in your head telling you otherwise. You’ve tried to block it out, but tonight it get’s the better of you.

Pacing your room, trying to calm yourself down from overthinking, from doubting your loving fiancé, you’re taking deep breathes, calming your nerves and remembering all the happy memories you’ve had together. Taking a final deep breathe, you’ve finally calmed yourself down enough to realize your phone is ringing. Running to pick it up, not even bothering to see who it is, and when you hear his voice on the other side you almost melt.

“Ken! I miss you so much! How’s the tournament going?” You ask him excitedly, this is the first time since he left that you heard his voice, thankful he’s decided to call. “Hi baby, the tournament’s going well, we’re the favourite to win this year and hopefully the polls are right. But listen, I think the team and I are gonna be here for awhile,” he starts, and you can feel your heart drop.

“Maybe about a week more, I know it’s a long time but the matches are long and the team and I are really trying our hardest to get home soon but it’s not looking too great, I’m so sorry.” He explains, and he almost sounds like he’s gonna... cry? All the thought’s you’ve been trying to hold back, comes rushing in, and before you can even think, before you can remind yourself that this is Kozume you’re talking about - your boyfriend since third year, that you dated all throughout university, that has never even looked at another girl let alone been interested in one. “Did you find someone else in Turkey?” You blurt out, and you can’t even say anything after, too embarrassed because you thought something like that.

“Baby, what?” He asks, he doesn’t even sound mad, it sounds almost like disappointment. “Listen to me, I am in love with you - for Gods sake we’re engaged - I haven’t even looked at another girl the way I look at you let alone thought of one. I’m gonna send you a link, I want you to open it, and before you say anything I need to explain everything to you.” When the text pops up you open the link right away.

“𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒”

“This is the website for the Championship, if you ever and I mean - ever - doubt anything about what I’m doing here, check this website. It’ll tell you the games for the day and how long they should last, what teams are going home and when, and any other details you would possibly need.” He explains, and you see his team name with another four games within the next few days, seeing he’s going up against the best of the best.

Friday, September 2nd

11am - Bounce VS FNT

2pm - Bounce VS PRX

5pm - Bouce VS DRX

Saturday September 3rd

9am - Bounce VS TBD

All of his games are right there, and you expect to

“Ken, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking and-” “Shhh, it’s okay I get it, I haven’t really talked to you this whole week and I’m sure you’ve missed me because I miss you, so much,” he interrupts you, and you’re glad for it, one thing Ken has taught you is to never feel bad for feeling emotions, and never blame yourself for feeling them. “How can I make it up to you?” He asks, and you honestly don’t know, he’s ten hours away, you don’t even know how he’s awake that early.

“You know, it’s been awhile since we’ve done anything, yknow, sexual.” He brings up, and you audible laugh at it, is this really his way to get you to have phone sex?

“Ken, are you really horny right now? I just talked about how I thought you were cheating and all of a sudden you wanna jerk off?” You laugh, and he chuckles a little too at how ridiculous it sounds. “No no, not like that. I know you’re probably sitting in our bedroom, one of my shirts on because you always do that when I’m away, probably little panties on - if any. No bra on either, because you’re home alone and have no need for one,” and he keeps rambling on, and soon enough those panties are discarded, lying somewhere on the floor.

Your eyes are shut, and you listen to every move your fiancé tells you to do, letting him control your body from a distance, and you hear the way his voice shudders when he tells you he can hear how wet you are, the little squelching noises being the only other sound in the room other than your moans and his voice.

“Feel good?” He mumbles into the phone, getting off on your little pants and moans of his name, telling him how you wish it was his cock fucking into him, begging him to let you cum. He loves it - he loves you - and can’t wait to be home, and god does he miss you.

“So good, so so good Kennie, I wanna cum, can I cum? Please I’ve been good, and when you get home I’ll be even better, make you feel so good.” You ramble on, resisting the urge to speed up even more, to chase the orgasm you want so desperately.

“Go ahead and cum darling, I’m right here, go a little faster for me yeah? Reach that little spot only I can hit for me,” He urges you on, and he speeds up too, wanting to feel the high with you, and you do, you cum hard on your fingers. “Don’t stop.” He tells you, practically commands you, and your body can’t help but listen, your fingers don’t even slow down, throwing you into overstimulation.

You cum a second time, and a third, all with Kozume’s help. “I miss you Ken, so much.” You say for the second time that night. You’ve both cleaned up, your in one of his Kodzuken hoodies - one that’s much too big for you, but you love them, no panties on, and just snuggle into the covers, getting warm.

“I miss you too baby, hold on just a little longer, I’ll be home before you know it okay? Win the entire thing for my future wife.” He tells you, and with the tone in his voice you know he’s not lying, being completely truthful for you.

You spend the next hours talking, catching up on a weeks worth of news, and you think this is longest Kenma has spent on the phone - even with you - he hates phone calls, always opting to text since it’s much more reliable. When he falls asleep on the phone with you, you can’t help but stay on call all night, not having the heart to hang up on him, wanting to spend as much with him as possible.

When he comes back a few days later, much earlier than expected, you watch his highlight reels on YouTube with him, amazed that he’s this good at a game. When you check Twitter later that night you smile a little to yourself, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness.

“𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊”

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐕𝐏 𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 - “The team dedicated this to my lovely fiancée who has not only supported me during this long road to Championships twice, but also the entire team. I love you, and I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”

#kenma x y/n #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma smut #kenma fanfic #kenma fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #hq!!#hq kenma #spicylex #sweetlex #val #valorant #kenma x you

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