#kenma drabble

[taintedtort]

" LET‘S GET DIRTY! "

summary. things you do that turn them on

characters. hinata, kenma, kyotani, kuroo, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!

a/n. i’ve been gone for soooo long im sorry!!

link to pt2 , pt3 , and pt4

☆ — HINATA

☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they’re on the bigger side. if you’re sitting next to him, he’s got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he‘s got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.

"cmon… squeeze harder, baby."

☆ — KENMA

☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it’s such a casual thing, and he’s honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.

☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.

"mmh— shush, i’ll get you a new one."

☆ — KYOTANI

☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn’t get enough. he’d never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you’re met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn’t take you long to catch on. you don’t tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex… and sometimes outside of it too ;)

"fuck! jus' like that…"

☆ — KUROO

☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you’re riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don’t worry, he’ll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.

"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."

☆ — NISHINOYA

☆ he likes when you initiate. it’s usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it’s the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can’t help it, though! he’d be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.

"you’re so naughty, babe…"

[alpali]

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

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

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

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

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

“Ken?” He hums glancing your way.

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

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

“Alright! All ready.”

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

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

[seumyo]

kenma going to the gym for the sole purpose of being strong enough to lift his daughter whenever she wants.

Kenma Kozume had done a lot of things he never expected in life. But somehow, somehow, the hardest thing he had ever done… was carrying around your four-year-old daughter like she was an accessory strapped to his body.

It started off fine. She was small. Lightweight. Kenma barely noticed it when she’d reach up at him with those big, golden eyes, arms raised expectantly as she said, “Up, Daddy!”

And, of course, like an absolute fool, he always picked her up.

Always.

Now, however, things were different. Kiano was growing.

Which was great! Wonderful, even!

All he ever wanted was a happy wife. Check. And a healthy baby. Check.

Except for the part where she was getting heavier, and Kenma, who had not done a single muscle-related workout since high school volleyball, was starting to feel it. His arms ached. His back tensed up. There were days when, after holding her for too long, he would just sit down at his desk and stare blankly at his keyboard, fingers refusing to move because they were still recovering from holding your daughter for half the day.

“Kenma, you should just go to bed if you’re not feeling well,” you told him when you brought him some midnight snacks.

And your daughter, Kiano, she did not care.

She still reached up, still expected to be carried without hesitation the following morning.

And because Kenma was a weak, weak man, he never said no.

Which was how he found himself at the gym, standing at the front desk with his old gym keycard in hand, while Kuroo Tetsurou of all people stood beside him, grinning like a complete idiot.

“Hold on, hold on,” Kuroo said, leaning against the counter as he processed what was happening. “Let me get this straight. You’re renewing your gym membership—not because you wanna get in shape, not because you had some life-changing revelation, but because your four-year-old daughter is getting too heavy for you?”

Kenma scowled, tossing his gym keycard at Kuroo’s face. “Shut up.”

Kuroo laughed, easily catching it. “Kenma, this is hilarious.”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as the receptionist processed his renewal.

He knew Kuroo was going to be like this. That was the whole reason he had debated bringing him along in the first place. But Kenma also knew that if he walked into a gym alone after years of avoiding them, he would probably just stand in the corner, regret all his life choices, and leave without doing anything.

He needed moral support. Unfortunately, that support came in the form of Kuroo, who was currently laughing at his pain.

“It’s not that funny,” Kenma grumbled.

Kuroo shot him a look. “Kenma, you literally built your entire brand on being an indoors guy. And now you’re out here, willingly lifting weights, all because your tiny daughter says ‘Up, Daddy’ and you can’t say no to her.”

Kenma refused to make eye contact.

Because yeah, that was… basically the situation.

The receptionist handed back his renewed membership card, smiling. “Welcome back, Mr. Kozume! Need a trainer, or will you be working out alone?”

“Alone,” Kenma muttered quickly.

“Wrong!” Kuroo interrupted, slinging an arm around Kenma’s shoulders before he could escape. “He’ll be working out with me. You know, actual workouts, not just the bare minimum.”

“You’re acting like I won’t just cancel this membership next month.”

“Not if Kiano has anything to say about it.”

Kenma frowned, thinking about it for a second.

…Yeah. That kid was persistent.

Guess who she got it from? Ding, ding! You, of course.

If he so much as hinted at the idea of quitting, Kiano would probably just guilt-trip him with those big eyes, telling him, “Daddy, you said you’d carry me if I did well in school!” and then he’d look like the world’s weakest dad to your daughter forever.

Damn it.

He exhaled. “Fine.”

Kuroo grinned, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit, Daddy Kenma.”

Kenma cringed. “Never call me that again.”

Kuroo did call him that again.

-

An hour later, Kenma remembered exactly why he hated going to the gym.

He had been peer-pressured into lifting actual weights, had attempted (and failed) to use a pull-up bar, and nearly died trying to keep up with Kuroo, who, despite his stupid corporate job, was somehow still in peak physical condition.

Kenma, on the other hand, felt like he had been hit by a truck.

Kuroo, the bastard, was barely sweating. “You good?” he asked, grinning.

Kenma, lying face-down on the floor, made a vague, suffering noise.

Kuroo laughed. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got. What happened to that volleyball stamina?”

“That was ten years ago,” Kenma groaned. “I’m pushing thirty in two years, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kuroo crouched next to him, smirking. “But hey, just think about it—if you don’t get into shape soon, you’ll place Kiano down and never carry her forever!”

Kenma slowly turned his head to glare at him. “That is not comforting.”

“Kids grow up way quicker than you think, Kenma. You won’t know when you’ll ever be able to carry them, like when they were babies.”

“Is that why you’re worried that your 7-month-old son is going to get daycare soon, really? When he just start enjoying his tummy time?”

“Time goes fast.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

Kuroo cackled, standing up and stretching. “Changing the subject,” he tuts softly. “I can’t believe this is what finally got you back in a gym. A four-year-old child has you completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.”

Kenma didn’t even try to argue. Because, well.

It was true.

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[queer-obsession]

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

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

[clawsdevour]

· ˚ ༘ kenma husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, kenma x reader, fluff, not proofread

𝜗𝜚 ::.. ''

-Kenma, the type of husband to end up doing all the housework if he notices that you're having a hard day. he knows that you most likely wouldn't want to talk about what's bugging you off the bat, so he takes this time to make life a big easier for you before you're ready to let him hear you out.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy going out on late night errands whether its to pick up a few ingredients for a dish or a little sweet treat like ice cream. he simply likes going out at night more than in the day since it feels like its just you two awake due to the fact the streets are clear and the dark sky engulfs the world above your heads.

-Kenma, the type of husband to make sure you're fed properly even though he might be eating instant noodles everyday. he likes watching you eat and stuff your face full because the delight that spreads on your smile makes him happy enough to feel good. he'd also peel you fruits or make you a snack if you're up late working on something or if he's generally making himself something to eat.

-Kenma, the type of husband to soft launch you on his stream. for instance, leaving something that's yours somewhere where his stream can see and visibly know that that item isn't his. he'd most likely keep your relationship private to keep his personal life outside his career out of respect for you as well unless you want to go public!

-Kenma, the type of husband to probably come home with random gifts he bought because he'd think you would like it or that it reminded him of you. these gifts could also be snacks that you like or want to try.

-Kenma, the type of husband to make your dates totally random. this can scale from an at-home dinner date to a trip out of town. it's not just the thought of a "date" that excites him, but the fact that it's just you two with your own alone time for the whole day to have fun.

-Kenma, the type of husband to take you to places you would show him. this can be like showing Kenma a tik tok of a souffle pancake place and he surprises you on your next date to try souffle pancakes even if he doesn't like it, but he knows you want to try it with him so he'd eat it anyway since it's you.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy a lazy sunday with you on the couch. preferrably under a warm cozy blanket while watching some type of movie or show, with some popcorn on the side. he'd think its fun that you wanna play games with him too and analyzes every move you make to see if you actually are enjoying the game to know if it's time to switch to a different game.

-Kenma, the type of husband to let you comb his hair with your fingers. he doesn't really care if you style his hair for him either as long as he isn't going out the house with some goofy style. moreover, he loves feeling your fingers run through his long strands of hair, it makes him feel more at peace and sleepy.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy eating out rather than at home... unless its your cooking. the dishes you make for him don't compare to the take out he buys all the time, he loves how comforting it tastes and cozy it feels to receive something delicious cooked by the one he loves the most.

masterlist here

[xoxojisu]

"I LOVE YOU."

synopsis: in which kenma quietly realizes he's completely, utterly in love with you.

notes: it's like THE MOMENT he realizes yk. AHH i love this trope. @suniix my fellow kenma lover <3

you’re sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath you, bent over his switch case like you’re disarming a bomb. you’re not, but you might as well be. you were focusing on organizing his many games, something he never asked you to do but clearly needed. there’s a small crease between your eyebrows and your tongue is poking out slightly in concentration. you're humming something that sounds like a mashup between 'kiss me,' 'uptown girl,' and the animal crossing theme song. he can’t tell if it's a song he's simply never heard of, or if he's actually correct. he thinks he is.

kenma’s on the couch, curled into himself on one end, a blanket you got for him draped across his lap and a drink in his hands that you made exactly the way he likes it. it's ice cold and disgustingly sweet. he hadn’t even asked. you just knew.

kenma realizes that you know quite a lot about him. you know of his drink preferences and his chronic coldness. he knows that you've noticed how when he lies, his eyes get shifty or he'll start fidgeting. you know he can't open packaging on snacks for the life of him and automatically hand him a knife, because you can't either. you know how bad he is at asking for affection, so you curl your fingers into his scalp at the first sign that he wants it.

they're random and unimportant details, but undeniably and utterly him. and you see all of it. he thinks it's nice.

the room is softly lit, a couple lamps illuminated the space. no overhead lights. he doesn't like how fluorescent they are, and they can sometimes overstimulate him. of course, he's never mentioned this, but you figured it out on your own. the curtains are half-drawn, and the tv’s still on the menu screen of the game you were supposed to start an hour ago, forgotten in the warmth of just simply existing next to each other.

he doesn't really know why, but he has now put down his game in favor of watching you. really watching you.

not because you’re doing anything extraordinary. you're just… being. sitting in his hoodie, sleeves slightly rolled, hair thrown lazily into something of a bun. fixing something for him that he didn’t even realize was broken. and smiling, every now and then, to yourself. like it’s enough just to be here.

and that’s when it hits him.

he doesn’t feel his chest tighten like the air has been sucked out of him, or his stomach flutter with the intensity of a thousand butterflies. it’s not cinematic or dramatic like those shojo animes you like to watch where the music kicks up and the camera circles around them in riveting and exciting motions. it’s quiet. like a single domino tipping in slow motion, or a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“oh.”

he says it out loud, though barely audible, like a secret meant for no one but himself. it sounds stupid as soon as it leaves his mouth, so he coughs, trying to cover it up, hoping you didn’t hear.

you glance up.

“hm?”

he shakes his head a little too fast. “nothing. just… forgot something.”

you blink, noticing the way his eyes shift, but then go back to your organizing, humming that random tune again.

he watches you for another beat, then looks down at the drink you made for him. he sips it slowly, even though it’s cooled down a little. still sweet. still perfect. still him. still you.

and in the back of his mind, something settles. quiet. simple.

"i love you."

masterlist

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Haikyuu boys n cuddles ──☆*:・ﾟ

Team ! Nekoma

Characters: Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Yaku (may add more players later)

Kuroo✿

He thinks he’s such a sneaky shit, he does what tsukishima does exept he’s not trying to hide he just likes teasing

“Ughh do you have to be so needy!” “You came up to me and started cuddling ME?” Then he just rolls his eyes as if he won the argument. He will just go up to you and start smothering you!

He will startle you by randomly pulling you in and aggressively start nuzzling into your hair or neck, you pull on his hair to get him off since you literally can’t breathe most of the time. But sadly he loves when you pull his hair so it he started kissing on you which made it harder to breathe!

Kenma✿

Shy boy, he always will be! He never asks for cuddles since he gets timid unless he’s sad and needs your comfort but mostly he just plays games next to you, slowly inching closer to you until he’s on your lap or until you realize what he wants and hook your arm around him

He sits on the edge of his bed while you sit next to him, you normally crawl behind him to give him a back hug, basically caging him in but he doesn’t mind! You kiss up on his neck which makes him softly whine and shrug his shoulders; “Don’t distract me…” in reality he likes it when you distract him

He also loves when you play with his hair while cuddling, you put it up in a pony tail when it gets in his way while gaming. He thanks you later and you give him a lil kiss which he blushes too~

Lev✿

He use to only big spoon you cuz he figured he wouldn’t fit in your arms, even though he did really want to be held sometimes he just never asked since he thought it wouldn’t work but one day you suggested and he had stars in his eyes

When you first held him he was shocked, and in love. Now that’s the only way you guys cuddle! He hooks his legs around your waist and nuzzles into your neck. You hold him like a big baby!

You also draw shapes in his back which makes him shutter, he’s also ticklish so he starts to giggle~ he also smothers you with kisses while talking about how much he loves you!

Yaku✿

He is a cuddlerrrrr! He’s also a lover, so any time you guys cuddle he gives you so many kisses and compliments! He doesn’t care if he is holding you or if your holding him he will always love up on you~

Like I said he doesn’t care what position the only thing he cares about is being with you! When you guys face each other he always gives you nose kisses, and you always give him nose boops, if you don’t he will make you. Seriously he with grab your finger and boop his nose himself

He also likes playing with your fingers, he likes how soft your hand are, he also gives you hand massages too before kissing the back of your hand~

Also not proof read cuz again I’m lazy😔 anyways I’m prob gunna post another haikyuu post then write sum naruto😋

[kawoala]

⁝ KOZUME KENMA 𝜗𝜚 2:34 am 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 293

ᰔ content warning ; implied insomnia 、 twitch streamer! kenma 、 drabble 、 kiyoko is pregnant for some reason? 、 time-stamp.

2:34 am.

“you don’t get enough sleep.”

the light from his computer is filling the room, illuminating his face and everything around him. he turns around to look at you, a tired look in his eyes. theres a moment of silence as he stares at you before he gives you a small, crooked smile, forcing you to replace the serious look you had tried so hard to keep with a smile of your own.

“kenma,” you scowl playfully, walking over to him quietly. your feet pad against the hardwood floor, each step sending a shiver up your spine. “we went to bed together so we could wake up together.”

he presses his lips together and nods once. “i know,” he whispers, voice raspy - tired. you get closer to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “couldn’t sleep. i had an idea for a stream and then-“

“then your brain was up and running?” you finish for him, laughing lightly. you look down at him and cup his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “i understand that, i do, but you need to get sleep. we have a big day tomorrow.”

“we do?” he quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head as best as he can with you holding him. when your brows furrow, he chuckles. “i’m kidding. baby shower for kiyoko, i know.”

“can you believe it? people our age are having *babies* now. i feel so…” you trail off, sighing. “old.”

“we’re twenty-three, y/n.”

you roll your eyes at him. “i know that!” you exclaim. “i’m just saying… hey! you’re supposed to be coming back to bed with me, you know.”

he smiles again. “okay, y/n. let’s go to bed.”

[struwberrii]

kenma headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

like the title says,, here are my cute kenma headcanons from my head that i just made up just now, hope you guys like ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (mostly relationship stuff)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

hes super blunt and honest, a bunch of his classmates dont like him because he always tells it how it is

probably takes in stray cats sometimes and hides them from his family

lives in the same 3 hoodies

literally doesnt do anything if he doesnt feel like it, probably is behind on homework and stuff because of this

one of those people who say they don’t like the taste of water

HATES physical touch, but if you like it he lets you hug him or whatever you want

teaches you how to play his favorite games and also plays your games (if ur also a smelly gamer/j)

SLEEPER BUILD everyone always acts like hes so weak and scrawny like no he isn't the strongest but like he still played volleyball and practiced daily i KNOW he would beat me in a fight physically OR verbally and im literally taller than him (╥﹏╥)

i also feel like hed probably try and stay in shape after high school even though he doesnt have the best diet but i feel like hed still stay active yk?

probably writes you cute notes because he doesn't really know the words to say or hes scared of sounding stupid

loves doing small hands on things, like puzzles or lego building or rubix cubes

lays his head on your lap literally like a cat

loves when you brush/play with his hair

doesn't have the energy to argue over anything so he literally just lets you do whatever you want

if you suck at games he always carries you because hes just happy youre playing with him ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

gatekeeps you from his followers (they know he has a partner)

wears your cute hair clips to keep his hair out of his face while he games/streams

lives in fluffy socks

isnt very good at showing affection so he just showers you in little gifts and presents, even if its not super fancy or expensive gifts

i feel like he would give the warmest hugs

bluntly/genuinely compliments you

shares his food/snacks with you

probably has terrible vision and keeps his electronics way to close to his face

has the worst posture, you have to remind him to straighten his back, like it literally sounds like popping bubble wrap when he sits up straight

soda/energy drink addict

gets so aggressive on voice chat when hes gaming like hes airing out the whole server... EVERYONE is catching strays tonight

acts like he hates pet names but secretly loves it :3

[bajicantspell]

Kodzuken in my DMs ❕

Summary: Kenma trying (and failing) to make a move  → Warnings: cursing (Fluff) 🎧 This is part one, although both can be read as a one shot Part two right here

Despite his dislike for being recognized in public and the inevitable social interactions that fame entails, he couldn't deny that it came with its advantages. For starters, living in a big house in his early twenties wasn’t something he could complain about. Sure, it might have been just a rental and not in Roppongi Hills, but that wasn't due to any financial constraints; he simply chose not to. Kenma couldn't complain, he loved helping his loved ones. Whether it was sponsoring his friend's volleyball career or paying off his parents' debt, it felt nice to be useful.

Honestly he never expected himself to get this far this early in his life. It really felt like one day he was streaming in his old room for the ten people that happened to join and the next day he’s a ceo of a company. 

However, one thing that Kenma anticipated to be much easier, but found it wasn't, was dealing with women. Its not like the requests weren’t piling up; it seemed like every hour there was a new girl in his requests offering him everything lewd imaginable.

 Sure, meaningless sex could be nice once in a while, but lately he’s been feeling very lonely. Kuroo was always working, his parents lived far away, Hinata was in fucking Brazil. Aside from calls with them and the occasional visits, tedious work meetings, and interactions in his stream chat, he had no contact with anyone. Kenma also considered that it might be FOMO, but the fact that he had never had a girlfriend didn't help. In high school, he avoided women at all costs. In college, he went on a few dates, but nothing serious came of them—just one okay-ish hookup. Then he went viral, and dating became harder, because it seemed every conversation ended up being about him and his internet presence. 

Kenma sighed while scrolling through another dating app. Everytime he matched with someone and the first message they’d sent was “OMFG ARE YOU KODZUKEN”  he wanted to smash the phone screen just a little more. Giving up, he sank deeper into his gaming chair, taking a few deep breaths. He needed to be relaxed for the stream he was about to start.

If you could tell your awkward-ugly-duckling middle school self that you would one day have nearly ten thousand Instagram followers just for being pretty, she would have laughed in your face. Though you were extremely grateful, it wasn't as if your life was substantially different from anyone else's. You don’t get payed for posting, you’re still a regular university student, and aside from the occasional scammy sponsorship offer that you always turned down (and the creepy men asking you to start an OnlyFans), there wasn’t anything outstandingly different about your life.One thing you did brag about to your friends, however, was that the famous streamer Kodzuken had been following you for a couple of months now.  Part of you was convinced it was accidental though, since he never watches any stories or interacts with any posts. Bummer, you thought he’s really cute. 

“I’m gonna buy a fucking gun and shoot myself” Kenma complained to Kuroo during their weekly call. 

“You say while wiping your tears with money” 

“Oh fuck off, I’m serious! I tried everything. I swear I’ll resort to just fucking my hand for the rest of my life” 

Kuroo snickered, then he started thinking of solutions for his lonely friend. “Okay, instead of being a drama queen in her fucking castle lets try to be reasonable. What have you tried so far?”

Kenma sighed, “Mostly dating apps to be honest. Ain’t working. Also checked my requests and they all sound like the plots to a bad porno.” 

“Seriously? Like what?” Kenma could hear Kuroo’s smug smile through the phone.

“Dude there was one where she offered to lick my toes. Not gonna lie it was tempting.” Kenma joked, earning a loud laugh from Kuroo. 

“Damn, living the dream. Anyway, have you tried making a move though? Cause what I’m getting from this is you expecting the woman of your dreams to fall from the sky.” 

“How could i even do that? Can’t go outside without a crowd following me around. Can’t imagine a girl who feels comfortable getting hit on by a dude with an army behind him.” Kenma sighed. 

“I didnt mean that dumbass, I know that. I mean like shooting your shot through social media or something. There must be at least one babe that cought your eye.” Kuroo reasoned. 

Kenma paused and thought for a moment, his cheeks flushing the slightest shade of pink.

“Well there is one…” 

“Oh yea? Who?” Kuroo smirked. 

“She’s not like, famous or anything, which I like. It’s @(youruser). Found her a couple of months ago. Physically she’s exactly my type, like everything is exactly what i like in a girl; face, body, hair, style, the whole shtick. Followed her a couple of months ago, didnt have the courage to say anything though.” Kenma nervously explained. 

“I say send her something, what’s the worst that can happen? Getting rejected? So what? Then you move on.” 

“I don’t know…I think she’s really pretty, shooting my shot and then messing up means it’d be weird to still follow her. Don’t wanna make her uncomfy. She doesn’t post anything crazy, just selfies and outfit inspo, but she’s so fucking cute in every pic and video, drives me crazy.” Kenma sheepishly smiled. 

“Even if she does turn you down if you’re nice about it I doubt she’ll be uncomfortable. I say do it.” 

Kenma sighed, knowing Kuroo was right. He opened Instagram and searched for your profile, keeping the call with Kuroo active in case you replied quickly. 

*ding* 

 You were in the middle of doing some coursework when your phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, you expected it to be a new follower. Your eyes went wide when you realized the notification said ‘@kodzuken wants to send you a message’.

No fucking way, you thought. 

You anxiously unlocked your phone, your focus completely shifting from your studies. 

What you didnt know is that  an equally anxious Kenma was patiently waiting for at least a ‘seen’ with his best bud on the line. 

You opened the message. 

Kodzuken: Hey :) 

Your finger hovered over the keyboard of your phone for just a second before replying.

You: Hiiiii

You cringed at your reply, it seemed to childish and dry at the same time. 

Kenma didnt think so, he was too busy panicking over the fact that you replied. Maybe he never got over his social anxiety after all. 

“Dude she replied.” He said, not fully believing himself. 

“Damn, that was fast,’ Kuroo smirked, ‘I’ll leave you lovebirds alone, gotta catch up on some work stuff. Talk to you later!” 

“Wait Kuro don’t-” before Kenma could finish his sentence the call was over. 

He clicked his tongue in annoyance- “Asshole”, he mumbled.  

He stared at the screen, unable to muster the courage to type anything. It was then that he realized this might be the first time he truly liked a girl, due to the anxious feeling that had left him since high school. With trembling fingers unable to type anything, he sighed and set his phone down, promising himself he would reply in an hour. However, that hour stretched into several, and then two days passed. He felt insanely pathetic. 

Kenma was on call with Kuroo again, Kuroo couldn’t stop complaining about the shitty meeting he had the day before.

“He was such an asshole, fucking bastard rolled his eyes everytime my colleagues and I talked. Like shut the fuck up. If you hate your job this fucking much at least don’t bring misery into ours.” 

Kenma could only hum in response, preoccupied with setting up for his stream while his mind was flooded with self-critical thoughts.

Kuroo noticed the uncharacteristic response from his best friend- If there was one thing Kenma loved, it was shit talk, and Kuroo knew that all too well from years and years of friendship with him, and the countless brutalities that Kenma would throw at him and others he was comfortable with. He would point out things in such a monotone way, you couldn’t even be mad. Kenma was a hater to his core, so not hearing even a snicker from the other side of the line was concerning. 

“Hey man, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yea its whatever.” 

Kuroo suspected what this might be about. 

“So uh.. how did things with the girl go?” 

“They didn’t fucking go.” Kenma let out a huff of laughter through his nose, tinged with self-pity.

“Hm? How come?” 

“I panicked and left her on seen. And I highly doubt I can recover that now. Like what am I gonna say? Hi sorry I left you on seen even though I texted you first, I’m just too fucking high and mighty to reply.” 

“Well definitely don’t say that.” Kuroo joked. 

“I seriously fumbled. Fuck,” Kenma muttered just loud enough for Kuroo to hear, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, man. These things happen,” Kuroo said empathetically, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Everyone fucks up sometimes. You just need to give yourself a break.”, though he didnt get a response from the overthinker. 

“You’re gonna start a stream soon yea?” Kuroo changed the subject, he knew that the best way to make Kenma feel better was to distract him or piss him off a little. The second part was coming later. 

“Yea, almost done setting up. Gonna start in five.” 

“I might stay and watch a little today, I’m off work for the weekend.”

“Kay, I’m gonna hang up now. ‘Bout to start.” 

You checked the chat a couple of times during those two days, though the bitter ‘seen’ never changed. You couldn’t lie, you were a little disappointed. You didnt know much about video games, but you enjoyed his streams once in a while. He was a bit of a celebrity crush for you. 

It was the weekend, and with not much to do, you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram stories to kill time. You stumbled upon Kodzuken’s story, it was a picture of his monitor, with the text “streaming” and a link to his twitch. Although you were disappointed with the outcome of your “conversation”, you thought it couldn’t hurt watching for a bit. 

You clicked the link, and as you entered the stream, the first thing you noticed was his not-so-happy expression. His chat was filled with messages asking if he was okay.

You watched for a little bit, nothing particularly special happening. 

As you were about to click off, Kenma snapped at his chat. "Guys, I'm fine! Please stop asking." The irritation in his voice was evident. Despite his words, the tone of his voice betrayed him, revealing a hint of underlying frustration or perhaps even distress.

Another autogenerated voiced question popped on the screen, something that happens with every donation. “Okay man! Whatever it is, don’t worry, we won’t nag you.” The robotic tone of the voice did little to mask the genuine concern behind the words.

 Kenma’s shoulders tensed for a moment before he forced a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” he muttered, the frustration in his voice easing slightly. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I appreciate it, really. Let’s just focus on the game, okay?”

You decided to stay for just a little longer, puzzled at the unfamiliar demeanor of the famous streamer. 

A few minutes go by, and another donation followed by the familiar robotic voice  “@KUROROROTETSU : don’t mind him he fumbled the insta baddie” 

Your cheeks flushed for just a second though you were quickly brought back to reality by the man on the screen in front of you.

“Fucking kill yourself. Like I’m not even kidding I need you dead on my doorstep.” Kenma cursed to distract you the audience from his embarrassment, his eyebrows furrowed and a huge shit eating grin plastered on his face.

The chat started blowing up with laughs and ‘Kodzu’s back guys’

Kenma added, “before anyone cancels me that was my best friend of twenty years, don’t take the clip out of context.” He laughed.

Your favorite comment was someone saying “guys kodzu gets not bitches he’s just like me fr”, it made you let out a small giggle.

You debated with yourself, engaging in a mental monologue. ‘If I send him a message and it turns out to be about me, that’s the best case scenario. The worst case is completely humiliating myself in front of someone really famous,’ you reasoned.

You decided that a little embarrassment was a risk worth taking this time.

Kenma continued playing as usual, engaging and laughing with his audience. He felt his phone buzz and saw the screen light up beside him.

@(youruser) : for the record, I don’t think you fumbled me <3

He glanced at the screen, reading the notification, and immediately turned beet red. His heart raced as he processed the message. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to the camera, his expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment, as if he were looking directly at you through the screen.

“I uh.. hold on guys i need to reply to this for a second.” He said as he proceeded to pause metal gear solid. 

Your screen was still open to your chat, and a surge of excitement ran through you when you saw the telltale indicator that he was typing.

Kodzuken : holy shit I’m so sry, didn’t know you were watching 

(Youruser) : ahahah dw its fine

Kodzuken : can I text you after I’m done? Totally fine if u don’t wanna tho

Well it wasn’t totally fine, he really hoped you’d say yes.

(Youruser) : I’ll be waitiiiing :) 

Needless to say, that was the longest a stream had ever felt. He could hardly wait to finish so he could talk to you; properly this time.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 ↓。

part two right here , also i found these banners on Pinterest, if anyone knows who made these pls lmk so i can give credit

[taintedtort]

" #NEEDTHAT! "

summary. how long they last during NNN

characters. kenma, akaashi, iwaizumi, kyotani, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader, post!timeskip, SMUT!!!

a/n. my yearly NNN prompt, but with hq this time (and it’s december)

☆ — KENMA: a week and a half

he tried, though only because you asked. his stamina and libido aren’t too high, so he didn’t have much issue at first. however… you started purposely teasing him after a week; wearing short shorts, wearing tight shirts, or just prancing around in your panties. he wasn’t too interested in beating the challenge, so he doesn’t really attempt to deny himself. it’s too much of a hassle, especially with the way you’re practically begging to be fucked. so he does just that. lays you on the bed, and takes a bit of time fingering you open and making you cum on his fingers first, just because he can. it’s such a power trip, seeing you fall apart all thanks to him, he can’t help but fuck you silly after that. getting you to cum is better than beating a stupid little challenge.

"don’t be surprised, you’re the one teasing me."

☆ — AKAASHI: he distracted you!

similar to kenma, he isn’t too interested in actually winning, or even participating in general. he isn’t worried about himself, he’s more concerned about you not being satisfied for the entire month. what is he if he can’t please his woman? his fingers alone aren’t enough for your greedy little pussy, he knows that. it’s that argument that he uses when he’s trying to refuse the challenge, cooing about how much he knows you’ll miss him inside you. just think about it, love, is something like that even worth it? ends with you sprawled out under him with his cock shoved inside you, scrambling your brain and making you forget about the conversation.

"how will i please you if i can’t fuck you? don’t deny yourself pleasure just for a silly challenge."

☆ — IWAIZUMI: two weeks

only lasted that long out of sheer will. he practically lives in your pussy. he wakes up with gentle morning sex, and sends you to bed by fucking your brains out until you’re all sleepy and pliant. it’s a routine at this point, something you decided to interrupt just because you saw the stupid challenge online and got curious. you just wanted to see how long he could last! you didn’t expect him to come home all frustrated because he’s been thinking about your little cunt wrapped around him all day. you whined when he bent you over the couch, but he didn’t let you complain too much before he’s stuffing you full.

"bet you missed this too, didn’t you? nasty girl."

☆ — KYOTANI: a week

he didn’t even want to do it in the first place, he only agreed so you’d shut up about it. he was pretty sure you’d end up crawling back to him anyway, since you really can’t go that long without his cock inside you. you’re spoiled, after all. after about a week, he can tell you’re getting whiny, so he decides to throw in the towel and give you what you need. you tease him, of course, so he decides to stuff your mouth first. he ignores your furrowed brows and cute pout when he forces you to your knees.

"bratty girls get their throats fucked first, or did you forget?"

☆ — NISHINOYA: four days

he's confident at first, but then he remembers that nearly everything you do turns him on. knowing that he isn’t allowed to cum makes it worse somehow, and he forgets about the challenge most of the time. you have to cheekily remind him, only for him to groan and have to excuse himself to calm down his boner. he really wants to win, just to say that he did, but he knows he won’t be able to hold out. it’s almost pathetic how quickly he comes back to you, begging about 'just the tip'. he ends up fucking you like a rabid animal, nearly drooling over how good you feel.

"no no— i won’t cum… promise." (he did)

[alpali]

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

Whether that was by his parents or even Kuroo.

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

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

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

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

“Ken? Time to sleep, come to bed.”

He blinks, looking at you.

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

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

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

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

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

Kenma loves his video games.

But he loves you way more.

[tooruswhre]

「 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 」 -

cold morning warmths with kenma kozume !

it was sunday. and that means, you’re at your boyfriend’s place for the weekend until monday morning.

waking up to the soft clicks of the keyboard and taps of his mouse, he murmured inaudible words to the screen.

“awh babe,” in a raspy groan, narrowing your eyes towards the unadjusted intensity the computer screen emitted, “it’s late…” you say as kenma spun to you wrapped in his covers as if you were a soon-to-be butterfly in its cocoon.

it’s no surprise that he is up late again, though. pulling all nighters are essentially nothing to him and then play video games for hours until the break of dawn was a mere everyday activity. he lifted up the earmuff of his headphones on one side to hear you better, “it’s six-thirty, sleepyhead. it's early.”

he corrected you like that was better. you took a glimpse at the digital anime girl clock on his nightstand to verify it was in fact, six thirty in the morning. squinting your sleepy eyes with a knowing frown, he leaned back in his gaming chair, gazing at the dimly lit arena of his game, that you can't quite figure out.

“did i wake you?”

you sat up against the bed, rubbing away the sleepiness from your eyes, “not really... are you coming back to bed soon?”

he shook his head autonomously, “probably not, i just got on not too long ago, why?”

“miss you,” even though he’s just a few feet away, you were craving his warmth. for whatever reason, his place was always alarming cold; the blanket was not a good warming aide, and kenma runs warm most nights.

“cold?”

“a little.”

he tugs off his headset, resting it beside the keyboard on the desk, “wanna sit in my lap while i play a few more rounds?”

he didn’t have to ask you twice once you unraveled yourself out the blanket, throwing it over your shoulders to fulfill this promise. sticking your legs through the arms of the chair, your arms hung over his shoulders while his arms around your torso.

“better?” he whispers to you enigmatically, reaching over for his controller, his hand resting on your lower back for a moment or two,

“so much better.”

☆ 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗪𝗛𝗥𝗘 — © 2024 ! thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed. :) please don’t edit alter or translate any of my works outside of the tumblr app.

likes, reposts && recs are not required but appreciated.

[queer-obsession]

Just a small drabble. Kenma has a high maintenance girlfriend and has no idea (read: he doesn't care and thinks you're way too amazing for him). Song below makes me think of the dynamic

Warnings: Kenma x Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, you're into your appearance and typical "feminine" things (by heteronormative standards) in this one, you are just mentioned in this, not actually in it. it's more of a conversation between kenma and kuroo, sorry. really short, i could expand the concept into a fic in the future.

Kuroo looks over Kenma's shoulder to see what's distracting him from Kuroo's riveting story of his last business trip and is surprised to see Kenma confirming an online order. "Buying a new game?" Kuroo asks with a grin.

Kenma rolls his eyes and leans away from him in response. "No. I ordered a new bag for ____ ." His tone suggests it's nothing out of the ordinary, and it isn't, but it still causes Kuroo to raise an eyebrow.

"She's kinda high maintenance, huh?" Kuroo comments his thoughts out loud.

Kenma scrunches his face up as he looks at Kuroo like he's stupid. "No."

Kuroo pauses for a moment and just blinks because Kenma is not naive or oblivious. In fact, he's able to read people almost freakishly well because of his anxious obsession of staying a head of people so they can't catch him off guard and humiliate him or something. There is no way Kenma is oblivious to your tendencies. "You're buying her another handbag..." Kuroo says slowly.

Kenma grunts in response and looks back at his phone. "A tote bag," He mutters the correction. "And I'm buying her it because she carries so much shit in her bag it hurts her shoulders. This is supposed to be internally padded without it being noticeable."

"And...you don't think that's...high maintenance?" Kuroo inquires as if speaking to a child.

Kenma huffs in annoyance and looks up at Kuroo again. "No. She's easier to please than my cat."

Now Kuroo is seriously confused. "What?"

Kenma looks at him like he's stupid again. Kuroo feels like he's on the outside of some inside joke. "I bought her a year's worth of nail sets for valentine's day and she was skipping places for the next week," Kenma tells him bluntly. "She's so easy to please, it's ridiculous."

Kuroo looks at him in bewilderment. "Kenma, she gets a new nail set every month and she hardly ever wears the same outfit twice. She gets embarrassed if someone sees her when she's not fully done up."

Kenma purses his lips. "Yeah. She likes when people admire her," He tells Kuroo as if it's obvious. Kuroo is genuinely so lost right now. "That's not high maintenance, it's easy to understand. If she was super complicated to read and clingy, and nothing pleased her then she'd be high maintenance. She's not any of that."

Huh, Kuroo never really thought about it like that, but he supposes it makes sense for a guy like Kenma. He likes things straightforward and he appreciates people who understand him and his need for solitude. You're straightforward in what you want, you don't expect Kenma to make himself uncomfortable to please you by demanding he takes you places or anything, and you're fine to give him alone time since you like alone time too. Kuroo supposes you being a little materialistic and into your appearance doesn't bother Kenma since it's simple and he seems to be able to understand it, which is all he cares about.

And, now that Kuroo thinks about it, it's not like you ask for Kenma to do any of the things he does. You were into fashion and being done up long before you met Kenma, to the point that Kenma didn't believe you were into him for a while because you seemed so out of his league. It's not like you sought Kenma out because you wanted a guy to pay for your nails. Ever since Kuroo has met you you've had a new nail set every month, happily showing it off. Now, Kenma pays for it though, and he almost looks as happy as you do when you show off your new set to him. Maybe that's what Kenma meant. You are pretty easy to please in that regard and maybe Kenma likes pleasing you, and seeing remnants of it whenever you wear something he bought you or have a new hair style he payed for. Kenma isn't good with words, but he's decent with actions. Maybe he likes that he can please you so easily with actions.

Kuroo smiles at his friend and chuckles to himself. "Well, whatever you say, Kynma. She's your girl."

Kenma scrunches up his nose and turns back to his phone. "Don't call me that."

[honeyscara]

❝ game over ❞ — Kenma kozume

-haikyuu

Synopsis: You decided to teasing your bf while he was gaming. What could go wrong?

Cw: timeskip! Kenma x fem reader, not smut but it is suggestive

~725 words

Kenma’s focus was razor-sharp, eyes locked onto the screen as his fingers moved with practiced precision over the controller. His mic was on, and you could hear Hinata’s voice chattering away in his ear. You, on the other hand, were feeling particularly mischievous.

Kenma had been sitting at his gaming setup for hours, dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy from constantly pushing it back. You had tried the usual methods of getting his attention—calling his name, brushing your fingers along his arm, even pouting dramatically in the reflection of his screen. Nothing worked.

So, you decided to change tactics.

Sliding onto his lap, you settled yourself over one of his thighs, draping your arms around his neck as if you were just cuddling. Kenma barely reacted, only shifting slightly to accommodate you.

"Mm, you’re warm," you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly, fingers still flying over the buttons. His tone was neutral, but you could tell he was aware of your presence.

You smirked. Perfect.

Slowly, you adjusted your position, pressing down just enough to create friction. You felt his thigh tense slightly beneath you. His reaction was subtle—Kenma was always hard to read—but you didn’t miss the slight hitch in his breath.

Hinata’s voice crackled through the headset. "Kenma, you good? You’re moving kinda slow."

"Yeah," Kenma said, voice a little tight. "Just—" He cut himself off when you shifted again, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

His grip on the controller tightened. "Stop," he muttered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.

You leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Stop what?"

Kenma exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tightening. His fingers twitched on the controller, but his movements were getting sloppier. You giggled when his character took a hit, and Hinata groaned.

"Kenma, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Kenma said quickly, voice strained.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. His free hand finally moved from the controller, gripping your thigh in a silent warning. You could feel the heat radiating off him now, his breathing slightly heavier than before.

"You're distracting me," he murmured, eyes flicking toward you for the first time.

You tilted your head innocently. "Am I?"

Kenma clicked his tongue, frustration clear—not at you, but at the fact that you were winning this little game. And then, with zero hesitation, he cut his mic.

"You're gonna regret that," he said, voice dropping an octave.

You barely had time to react as Kenma’s grip on your waist tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you squirm. The game was long forgotten now. Why? because the way Kenma was looking at you–

Your heart skipped a beat.

"You think you're funny?" he muttered, his voice lower, slower, dripping with quiet amusement.

You swallowed, your lips twitching into a smirk. "A little."

Kenma huffed, shaking his head as if he was exasperated with you, but the way his hands slid down to your thighs told a different story. He shifted beneath you, making you feel just how much you had affected him.

You bit your lip, anticipation curling in your stomach.

Without another word, Kenma’s arms wrapped around you, and in one swift motion, he stood up, effortlessly carrying you toward the bed. A small gasp escaped you, your hands instinctively gripping his hoodie.

"Kenma—"

He tossed you onto the mattress before you could finish, his golden eyes locked onto you with quiet intent. He wasn’t one for dramatics, but the way he loomed over you now, the way his fingers casually hooked into the waistband of your shorts? It sent a shiver down your spine.

"You wanted my attention, right?" he murmured, brushing his fingers along the fabric, teasing but not moving any further.

You nodded, suddenly shy under his gaze.

Kenma’s lips twitched. "Then don’t complain about what happens next."

His fingers dipped lower, and in that moment, you knew—you had started this game, but Kenma was about to finish it.

And you were definitely losing this round.

[clawsdevour]

hi, congrats on 1k! ❤️

i'd like to order a beef noodle soup, then sit on the swings at a park! •ᴗ•

memory park

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-timeskip, fluff, kenma x reader, not proofread

-> beef noodle soup : kenma kozume =^_^= -> sit on the swings : scenario where reader and character play at their old hangout spot (childhood friends trope!) 𓂂 ׄ : . ♡ a/n: ah thank you so much! hope you enjoy this little read :3

𝜗𝒞 ㅤ۫ㅤ⠀⠀ ◌ 𓈒

"kozume, it's been a while since we hung out like this," unwrapping your chilling popsicle and popping it in your mouth.

walking alongside your childhood best friend who's more on the shy side, the difference is uncanny! not just because it's been so long since you're even able to see kenma again but because of how much he's grown as a person over the course of a few years.

"i know.. i can't believe we're still living this close to each other in the first place..." slowing down his walking pace, coming to a quick halt to focus on opening his popsicle wrapper.

looking back, you can't help but giggle as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"i got you, all that volleyball and no strength against a wrapper?" pulling the two sides apart 'till they bursted open with the cool air spilling out from the covering.

handing the sweet frosty treat to kenma as his narrow cat eyes stared at the contents in your hand before you both began strolling around again as you continued on with your late night chit chat.

walking a bit too far into the darkness, you come across the park you two always used to play at. it was still there and in tack, just a bit dusty and maybe webby.

"kozume look! it's the old playground we used to play at everyday, it's still here!!" turning your back to the park, finger pointing to your right as you gleefully exclaimed causing him to jump from the volume of your voice.

no words were said because kenma's eyes never lied. they were wide with anticipation and surprise. the feeling of nostalgia washing over you two as you pulled him by his wrist to the rusted swings you two always used to hog from the other kids.

the creaking began the moment you sat on the dingy seat, chains still able to withstand you weight as you pushed with your legs.

"ha.. remember when we first met here cause your mom wanted to introduce you to me" giggling at the flashback that ran through your mind.

"yeah.. time flies huh?" fixing his eyes on the starry night.

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