#kozume

[hxltic]

“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

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

500 FOLLOWERS?!

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

“Where we going?”

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

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

“Where are you going?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhuh…”

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

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

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

“You look good.”

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

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

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

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

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

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

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up? How was it?”

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

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

“You sure? You don’t look—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

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

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

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

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

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

“I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

©️ hxltic

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[sur-i-ki]

Ｋｉｓｓ Ｍｅ Ｔｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ Ｄｒｕｎｋ

⇝ 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were smiling at him. He was over at your house, and after a few snacks, you had taken him to your bedroom to play some games.

"We won!" you exclaim as you tackle him in a hug. Kenma hums in reply.

There was a literal fire burning in your eyes as you queued up another game, "Let's play another one,"

After many games though, he felt himself getting a bit frustrated. You weren't giving him much attention. He smirks as he leans back and vows to win this round. Hours had passed by, and the house was asleep, you guys being the exception.

He was getting a little bored.

The end card shows up once more, and you whirl to face him, raising your hand up for a high five. He looks at your hand, then at your face. He raises his hand just a little bit.

"Kenma..." you whine, but as he thought, you shuffle forward to reach his hand.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lazy," he replies.

As you reach his hand, he grabs it and yanks. You let out a startled gasp and fall onto his chest. He presses a few buttons on his controller before the game shuts off.

The both of you shift until you're sitting between his knees, facing him, pouting. Absentmindedly, his hands go to your hips, slipping under your sleeping shirt to trace small circles on your skin.

"We had a streak! What's wrong Ken-" You stop mid-sentence as he leans forward, placing his forehead on yours. Moonlight streams through your window, and you look up at him. He thinks you look very pretty. Kenma says as much, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

He feels you huff in annoyance, but you don’t push him away. He pulls you closer, kissing your cheeks before backing up just enough to kiss the tip of your nose.

He smiles as your pout melts away.

But he notices the way your eyes flicker down to his lips.

“You want something?” He knows he’s being a little mean, but he justifies it with the goosebumps that rise under his finger tips.

Kenma chuckles before grabbing and kissing you. Your hands fly to his shirt, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. You kiss him back, and he can’t help to smirk at how flustered you get.

Breaking the kiss, you turn away and lay down on the bed. He can’t help but think you look a little drunk. Coming up behind you, he balances himself on his hands as he kisses your neck.

“G-go to sleep, Kenma” You say as you turn to push him down.

He pouts in return, but you’re already pulling the covers up and snuggling into him. Kenma kisses you again before finally grabbing you and closing his eyes.

The last thing he sees is you smiling at him.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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[linkemon]

Kenma Kozume headcanons

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

• You're at least partially a nerd or you're out of the game... I don't think Kenma could be with anyone who isn't at least somewhat interested in pop culture. He can talk about games for hours once he gets to know someone better and it would be difficult for a total layman to understand him.

• I also think Kozume would need someone to balance his shyness. He'd probably die next to an extrovert but if you are less afraid of people than he is, you can help him overcome it.

• You would have been good friends before you got into a relationship. The boy doesn't trust people right away. Maybe Kuroo would have to orbit around you two as an extra person at the beginning of your relationship.

• You would often play video games together. In the school corridor, Kenma would pull out the console or the two of you would play on your phones. Even if not in the same way, the most important thing is that you are together. In addition, there would be co-op sessions at home in various games. You can count on him if you can beat something. He will defeat any boss you can't handle and make it a point of honor. If you praise him, I guarantee you that his bangs will hide the blush on his face.

• You would give each other stupid nicknames online and on various social media platoforms. So much so that you would then also use them in real life. Profile matching from your favorite anime, game, series? Definitely.

• He likes volleyball more because of his friends than the sport itself. If you weren't crazy about it, he would definitely survive. It would probably be a while before he invited you to a game, unless you showed up to one before he did and surprised him. His nervousness is certain, so it better be any practice match, otherwise Nekoma could be in serious trouble. His focus would go out the window and it would be difficult for him to play.

• He has problems with self-esteem and what people think of him. Even after years, he wouldn't get used to getting compliments from you.

• After he started Bouncing Ball, not much would have changed. Maybe apart from the fact that he has quite a lot of money that he can spend on all sorts of merch. A room dedicated to gaming, giant figurines or a home theater? Your apartment will be full of various, not necessarily useful things. You have to stop him from spending money sometimes.

• In addition, he would become a little more open to people in the future. It's hard to be the head of a large company and avoid conversations. After hours, however, he would need to recharge his social battery. He would lie on the sofa, his head in your lap and enjoy the blissful and pleasant silence. Until Kuroo or Hinata dropped by unexpectedly and the day turned to be loud and unpredictable...

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[cloudyperfume]

Too sensitive..

Kenma x F!reader

masterlist

stuff included: nsfw, sexual themes, sex, ..yeah

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I don’t know how I haven’t even passed out yet.. My body felt so sensitive and tired but.. he still kept on going!

“Ah… K-Kenma.. Please! I can’t anymore.” I whisper, my body squirming as I close my eyes.

I could feel Kenma’s lips curl up into a smile, continuing to thrust his tongue inside my cunt.

“It’s okay, love. You can still take it. You just taste so good..” He grabs my hips, pulling my cunt closer to his lips.

I whine and try to move my arms to try and push him away from my sensitive cunt, but it was useless since he tied my hand together.

“Ohh~! Kenma!” I moan and arch my back, throwing my head back as I start cumming on his tongue that was eagerly licking my pussy clean.

Kenma smirks and takes his tongue out of my cunt, looking up at me with my cum and juices on his mouth.

After I finished cumming I started breathing heavily, opening my eyes to see you looking at me.

“I’m not finished yet..” He says as he takes off his boxers, showing his cock to me.

I whine again, my body already had too many orgasms.

“I don’t think I can take more of this, Kenma.. My body is too sensitive..!” Kenma shakes his head, positioning his cock before pushing it into my sensitive cunt.

“Don’t worry, you can still take more.”

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a/n: sorry if there’s any mistakes! I tried putting something out as quickly as I can since it’s probably been months!

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[svfttachi]

when they come across a cat - hq boys

wc ━ 636

type ━ k. tetsurou x gn!reader, b. koutarou x gn!reader, k. kenma x gn!reader, o. tooru x gn!reader (separate)

tw ━ n/a

✎ i love my cat, and when i was watching him look out the window, i came up with this set of scenarios for our haikyuu boys. dw, i am still working on finishing the rest of the requests so i can open the ask box again. lmk if you want to see more though, and i hope you enjoy!

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➽ KUROO easily attracts cats anytime he walks or goes for jogs around the neighborhood. As a result, he carries treats in his pocket to feed the hungry felines. However, when he reached the front door of your shared home, Kuroo noticed a small, black kitten with bright, yellow eyes walking up to the porch ahead of him.

He couldn’t resist, so he picked up the cat and entered the house. When you looked up from the TV in your living room, you spotted your partner carefully walking up to you, and instantly, your eyes widened. Needless to say, the two of you kept the cat that oddly looked similar to a certain rooster-haired former middle blocker.

➽ BOKUTO would be the quietest he has ever been as he’s entering your shared home. You’re usually cooking dinner in the kitchen for when Bokuto comes back from his volleyball practice and are used to the boisterous sound of your partner entering the house.

However, when you heard the front door open and close with not even a single shout towards you, you turned curiously in that direction. Bokuto quietly greeted you as he entered the kitchen, carefully holding onto a tiny, tabby kitten. When you questioned your partner about the origins of the kitten, he told the story about how he found the kitten cuddling with his fresh, warm clothes in his gym bag. You looked down at the cat, and the multi-colored haired kitten stared at you with big, round, blue eyes. Just as you were about to make your decision, you looked up to find a matching set of eyes peering over at you. It’s very hard to say no to two pairs of cutesy eyes.

➽ KENMA was streaming when he spotted a feline from the corner of his brownish eyes. His window was open to allow some of the cold, night air in as he was streaming since it was hot in his office. Kenma had never expected to see a cat try to squeeze itself through the small opening between the window and the windowsill. He had to ask chat whether he should bring the cat inside, and a string of positive replies rolled down one of his monitors.

So, he proceeded to take his headset off and bring the cat inside of the office, showcasing it to the camera that was set up above his monitor. And, just like that, Kenma continued playing his game on stream with the kitten now comfortably sleeping in his lap. When his stream was over and you had come into his office, you were shocked to see a new member in the room. There were no words exchanged between you nor Kenma about the mutual agreement to keep the cat.

➽ OIKAWA had just escaped from the paparazzi and his screaming fans after he had won another game. It was a tradition for him to go to some restaurant near the arena he just played in to get some takeout for you and him to have dinner at home with. When he was coming out from the restaurant with the bagged food in his hand, Oikawa heard something messing around with objects in the alleyway next to the restaurant.

Curious, he walked into the alleyway, and immediately, his eyes landed on a tiny, tuxedo patterned kitten nibbling on a piece of raw, skinless fish. Oikawa carefully approached the little guy and began to untie the bag to feed him little pieces of the food he had ordered. The kitten would not stop rubbing against Oikawa’s feet and legs, so like many people, his hand reached down to pick up the cat. Needless to say, the conversation he had with you upon arriving home with a kitten was an interesting one, and thankfully, you were on board with keeping him.

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[dreamdropsystem]

trippy kenma (may have another ver where they're smoking a blunt lol) - shane/angel

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[tsukikeilover250]

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[riverchetype]

Continuing with zinework posts, this was my (very embarrassing) five page comic for the Haikyuu!! Mentor and Student fanzine. I’m still kind of proud of pages 2&3 though, as well as all the typography, which is done by hand 😌👌🏻✨

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[tooruking]

love me some comfort characters

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[dreamdropcompanions]

Kenma Kozume. Shane's fav fictional character of all time!! and member in system. want more Kenma plushies! figures!! mostly plushies hehe. obsessed with him. Haikyuu!! saved Shane's life. our life. so did Danganronpa. those series have very special places in heart. - Shane

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[hxltic]

ARTICULATE KENMA KOZUME

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: best friends, hands kink, squirting, eating you out, fingering, lap dance, face riding, age up/time skip

• For bonus points the realization he likes you vibe is

🎶 SWEATER WEATHER

You make it upstairs to Kenma’s bedroom, unlocking the door in full swing. He only casts you a glance.

This was a normal occurrence. You would barge into his room, go on a rant (unaware if he was listening or not), sleep in his bed, wake up, do his grown out hair, then bother him some more; all while he was on the game. The stream welcomes you, hi’s and hello’s flooding the chat each time he’s live.

His bed was comfy too. Had the really fluffy comforter with matching pillows, always in disarray. There have been many times where you even cleaned his room out of pure boredom, but you don’t mind. You’d rather be bored in his company than alone.

But little do you know, as you go on and on about your day, Kenma listens to the entirety of it even as he’s playing. Mixed calls of your voice and footsteps from the game he’s on confuse him sometimes, he won’t deny, but it’s never enough to tell you to stop talking. People get it mixed up; Kenma is actually a great multi-tasker, he just doesn’t want to. As you kick your legs on his bed and fiddle with his things, when he gets free time from the loading screen he looks at you rather than the countless missed messages he has. He’ll let you know he’s there and does truly enjoy your company.

Every time this will put a smile on your face. Knowing how he won’t judge you, but will sit in contentment and put up with you all day. You make yourself at home by changing into your shorts behind him. He already turned the stream off and his headset was wrapped around his neck. He definitely can see you reflecting through his monitor as well.

It takes everything in him not to turn around—not like you would’ve minded—but you are his best friend. Kuroo hates hearing it, and you always laugh in his face whenever Kenma refuses to answer the question. He quite literally is most comfortable with you, messing that up with these tucked away feelings is something he’ll never be okay with. Past girlfriends had issues with his lack of attention and that’s not how he wants to be with you. Yet, that’s also how these feelings came to be in the first place: your patience with him.

Settling on a bag of chips and a soda he keeps in his mini-fridge, you sit criss-cross on his bed, able to watch him play from afar.

Kenma can feel your eyes burning holes in the back of his head. This isn’t anything new, he is a streamer after all—but for the first time in a while, he gets shy. He feels obligated to play better than how he was before you were looking.

The gameplay was great, you thought, but his hands were mesmerizing. You’ve never thought about it in detail. You weren’t a very fast typer on a keyboard as nobody really taught you and you grew up with controllers, but he does it gracefully with so much ease.

You would say almost like his hands are an extension of him, but they are.

You’ve tried many times where someone would remind you just to practice. Never practicing on your own time, you still got all your documents and essays wrote the same.

“What?” He inquiries. He twists in his gaming chair to meet you.

“Oh nothing, just looking at the pretty lights on your keyboard.” You try to flash a convincing smile, but it wasn’t convincing enough. He curled his eyebrow up incredulously, 100% sure you were lying.

“I turned them off with the stream. It’s distracting.” He corrects.

Fuck. How did you not notice? The lie you subconsciously came up with would have worked in any other situation but this one. Now he awaits your reply as your face figuratively flushes.

“I was looking at how you play.”

“Mhmm.” The lobby pulls back up, giving Kenma all the time in the world. “You want a closer look?”

You go wide-eyed for a second. Him motioning you over was enough for your body to get up, and walk itself towards his setup. You loved his hands though. You’d get him to do little things like pass drinks or pick up something just to see them flex. You weren’t sure if he knew, but it was just a small thing you liked. Nothing major until you started imagining them inside of you.

You situated yourself on his knee. There were no other seats available and you hoped he wouldn’t think too much of it. He took your hands gently in his and placed them correctly on the keyboard. Left on ‘A,’ ‘S,’ ’D,’ and ‘F,’ and right on ‘J,’ ‘K,’ ‘L,’ and the semicolon. He used his own to flatten out yours after he told you how, then let you have the mouse.

The grown out blonde was pulled into a small ponytail. Some of it was left down to cascade over his face, just how he liked. He says it lowers his peripheral vision in public, making it easier to mind his own business. The original black of his hair is now the majority over the bleach yellow.

Kenma was barely holding up. He knows exactly what he’s doing, but any self control he had left when he caught a glimpse of you comfortably on his bed, in your low tank top, staring at him. This was the moment he realized there was a pretty girl in his room, everyday. Then when you casually took a seat on him, he cursed at himself internally.

He started the game and you played. He constantly coached you through it.

“Your sensitivity is really high—I can’t see.”

“Turn it down, I’ll eventually turn it back up next time.”

With his help and his hand over yours on the mouse, you finally got to the end of the game, with some screaming included.

“PLEASE WHAT DO I DO-”

His voice was raised too so you could hear him over yourself, just nowhere near your octave.

“Take a left it’s right there.”

“OH GOD WAIT-”

“That’s right-”

You were too excited and almost fell off. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist as you were falling, pulling you back up, except farther with your back to his chest. He held you tightly when he caught you, not dispersing his strength correctly. Now you were sure you wouldn’t fall off.

“Thanks.”

Naturally you got comfortable, moving around and standing up a bit to fix yourself, but Kenma was practically dying behind you. You realize he never let go. You watch him focus downwards as you rub against him, seemingly lost in his own thoughts with his hands slowly moving down to your hips. You sit your hands on the arms of the gaming chair and stare back at him until he looks up at you.

No words are exchanged as you look curiously at each other.

Experimenting, you sink back down slow, twisting your hips, purposefully grinding on him. You observe his face slightly change then revert. Sitting all the way down and innocently wiggling, you ‘correct’ your shorts and pull them up, directing his attention there. You turn back around to his mouth left apart and golden eyes suddenly a dark mustard; still on your waist.

Time seems to have stopped as Kenma imagines you flipped in lewd positions. His eyes find yours once again, but almost instantly they go to your lips.

Fuck it, let’s make those a reality. He thinks.

His hand wraps around to your cheek, pushing your lips onto his. He pulls you even closer. Gently trailing his right hand down to your throat while his left rests caressing your hip, you moan into the kiss.

He is everywhere. Every place on your body seems to be occupied by him, and you wouldn’t want anything else. You didn’t even realize how much you wanted him (until you were sideways with his tongue down your throat), but those nicely manicured hands of his were being put to good use. His holding hand goes up to your chest to push through your bra and straight to your breast. He enhances his movements with bites on your neck.

There have been times where you’ve ranted about bad hook-ups, and all of it is being put into work now. He listened as you went on and on about that one spot right under your ear that was most sensitive, yet nobody seemed to find it even though it was marked with a tiny mole.

He listened as you preferred men who fuck with their hips rather than pure strength—off stream of course.

He listened as your friend went ballistic about you being at his house so often, leaving your scent in his bed.

No wonder he actually sleeps now.

“K-Kenma you’re-“

“Mmm.”

Still with your head thrown backwards over his shoulder, he puts two fingers of his in your mouth.

“Be nice for me and keep that pretty mouth shut.”

You couldn’t do anything but oblige as more fingers drag towards your center, slipping past your panties. He circles your clit, attentive to your body’s reaction through your eyes. He watches you gag on his digits.

It was all new to you, especially with him. You’ve never seen him like this, all riled up, the words he just spoke rolling so easily off the tongue.

He lets you breathe before removing himself and making you stand. He twirls you around like a doll, then pulls you back down by your chin, spreading your legs. Kenma would never admit how many times he’s thought about you straddling him.

Swift and unnoticed he unclips your bra. Rolling your hips seemed to be the best option at the time while your head twisted to suck his tongue. This position doesn’t last long when he gets a hold on your thighs, stands, then takes you over to his bed with your arms around his neck (in place of the long-discarded headset).

Almost dropping you on your back, you giggle. He smiles against your skin at your childishness and leaves small impactful kisses down to your belly button. You’re extremely ticklish, but that only added excitement to the feeling. An intimidating gaze flows through pretty lashes when he slowly pulls down your shorts, underwear following suit.

To be honest, this wasn’t the first time you’ve thought about something like this with Kenma. If anything you wanted your first to be him, the trust and (what you thought was platonic) love would keep the fine relationship between you two going. The occasion has passed though, and you could care less. Not when he was enjoying himself between your legs.

Pushing both thighs to the bed, he gives himself a clear view. Instantly he buries himself in you with his hair in his face. Starting off slow, his tongue spells his name on the bud repeatedly, sucking to punctuate. Anything that slips out of his mouth immediately goes back in wetter than it came out. He forms his tongue in different shapes too: sometimes it’s flat, sometimes it’s elongated; you stopped looking after a while when your head got tired of holding itself up. He closed his eyes as he occasionally slurped through you. Really, he ate you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste. From his point of view, this was almost everything he’s ever wanted anyway. You.

“You taste amazing.”

You whimpered, you had no idea where he got this from. It was short but he said it so casually. Your moans echoed through his room with the faint sound of the lobby music from his PC. Your back rose with each flick of his tongue, and when your hands found his hair, he groaned against you in…frustration? His pony fell out and the scrunchie was gone. The grip on your thighs tightened with the vibration, giving pleasure to the both of you. Kenma was undeniably good with his hands just as you expected.

His tongue explores you so well he has to keep you still. As you thrash and twist to run away (while also somehow attempting to get closer), he pulls you right back down every single time with no problem. On his side it actually wasn’t easy. You put up a hell of a fight.

He continuously sucks you, teasing both lips but keeping the nub occupied—nobody has ever ate you like this from the many who have tried. Once he added two fingers and they reached the one spot yours never could, you knew it was your last try. The thumb on the same hand cleverly rolled over your center while his fingers did work. He took this time to stare up at you and kiss your stomach as well. The legerdemain he had was alluring. Finally, he pulls you downwards for the last time, eagerly getting you to cum on his hand whilst sucking. He actually thought you tasted like cranberries.

“You wanna cum? Go ahead, I won’t stop you.”

Once your eyes were rolling back and you went silent, he knew it was over. Pulling them out quick, he smeared your already drenched clit quickly, stimulating you to the max. The bracelets on his wrist rattled.

“You love my fingers in more ways than one huh?”

Before you knew it you were gushing down his arm. He kept going, testing to see how much you could push out. You quickly looked up in shock with heaves, you never even knew you could squirt; but the clear liquid leaking down his hand was proof enough. You judged that if anyone could get you to, it was him. He only looked amused so the change in expression was refreshing…but what. the. fuck.

“Shit, you get better by the second.” He entertains.

You just squirted for your best friend.

Almost immediately going back down, he continued. He feeds off your pulsing clit, licking and slurping away. You watch as he sucks and stretches out the skin from the suction of his mouth.

“fuck-Kozume please!”

And that was when he heard it: his first name. If he wasn’t as hard as he thought he could get, he was now. You only ever called him by his last name, just as he did you and Kuroo—he never thought he’d hear it.

“Say it again.” He came up.

“Kozume.” You whined out.

He made sure he had a good hold on your body before rolling over. With this, his movements never concluded. You naturally followed. With every rock of your hips, he grew more focused on making you cum again. You could never get over it, he was so pretty. Never in panic when doing anything. Your hair was a mess, your muscles were jolting; but what could you do? Stop him?

As you rode his face he looked the most content you’ve ever seen. It would seem like you were overstimulating yourself, and even though the hand you had in his hair brought forth grunts of his own, it was all him. Reaching back with any energy you had left you dipped your hand past his sweats to jerk him off.

It was big. You couldn’t even see it. Based on how it felt in your hand though, it wouldn’t be easy slipping that in your mouth. The second orgasm approached quickly rather than building up this time, making the task of helping him out harder. His hands roamed your spine, until one found your hair and pulled by the root.

“Mmmoh my goddd…” You slurred.

With your back arched, your voice contorted a few pitches higher than usual. Ken seemed to suck harder than before. He never wanted to disconnect from you so wherever your body moved away with desperate rolls of your hips, he just sat up and followed.

When you looked down at him, realization settled in that this was your best friend of six years, almost making you feel guilty. He instantly washed this away when his eyes opened to yours. You peered down at him, mouth agape, your second orgasm rolling over you as he held prolonged eye contact.

“Kozume…”

©hxltic

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #kozume kenma #kenma imagine #kenma smut #haikyuu smut #anime #kozume x y/n #kozume #hq kozume

[kenmaslosttwin]

OhMahGawd, he's so perfectttt 😘🤌

#kozume kenma #haikyuu #nekoma #kozume #kenma

[im-too-obsessed-with-huskerdust]

Same picture 20 months apart

#kenma haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu #haikyuuanime #kenma hq #hq kenma #Kenma #kenma kozume #Kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu kozume #I’m gonna redraw all of my old haikyuu art now #okay maybe not all #a lot tho #redraw

[cloudyperfume]

Helloooo🩷, I hope are having a great week,are you taking requests?, I really like your writing and I have a fantasy of kenma with a choker with the F reader name on it and when they are in missionary or cowgirl, the F reader pulls the choker, and he moans..🫣yeah…

Riding is fun~…

masterlist

a/n: sooo sorry that I probably took some time to answer this! but, of course I’m taking requests! so happy to have one from you! <3 hopefully I could write what you asked for! 🫣

stuff included: basically sex and reader being dominant for this one. wrote it from another point of view for some reason? 😗

Kenma groans, looking down to see how you guys were connected from not just your lips, but from the bottom as well.

You were sitting on top of him, with a teasing smirk placed on your lips.

You weren’t always used to actually being on top, but you loved watching your boyfriends face in pleasure and his eyes looking up at you with so much love!

“You’re lucky I’m so tired from work- oh…. I would’ve-“

Kenma was silenced by you placing your fingers inside his mouth, making him choke on them. “I wish you could’ve licked my clit as well so that you could know who your master is!” You bounce on his cock, making him moan louder.

“But I certainly don’t mind this… Not one bit…” You grind his hips against his, matching the sounds of euphoria with him.

“So glad.. ah~! I c-could get that choker for you though.” Your fingers grab onto the collar around his neck, your name etched onto it.

Kenma blushes as he remembers the choker you bought for him. It was quite embarrassing for him to even agree to put it on for this session between you and him anyways.

But, he didn’t want to upset or disappoint you, so he wore it. Only for you though!

Your pussy starts to clench tightly around him, making Kenma shut his eyes for a second.

“It was so funny once the cashier started talking about me having a little “pet” I was potentially buying it for, not knowing that you were the pet I own. Isn’t that right?”

A chuckle escapes from your lips as you continue to tease Kenma, both of you almost being close to finishing.

You lean down, cupping Kenma’s cheeks and kissing his lips, continuing to bounce up and down on him faster.

Both of you guys were a moaning mess, grinding against each other, Kenma groping your breasts as you kiss.

“Mmm! I’m cum!” He whines, closing his eyes again and throwing his head back.

You didn’t like the fact that you couldn’t finish with him not looking directly into your eyes though, so you stopped your bouncing.

“Y/n!” Kenma whines even more in frustration this time, wanting to experience his orgasm.

“Shh…” You whisper before your voice becomes a little more harsh again.

“I want you to fuck my pussy yourself as well!” It might’ve been bratty of you to be like that, especially during the intense scene, but you wanted to be a little dominated by Kenma in the end…

He was more than happy to do that, grabbing onto your hips and desperately thrusting his cock in and out of you again like a dog.

You moan again, but you still needed one more thing from him though.

“Don’t look away… Tell me who you belong to!” Your hand grabs onto the choker again, harshly yanking on it to make Kenma look up at you as the both of you start to cum.

“Y-Y/n~! I belong to you!” You hips slowly grind against his, making you guys sigh in pleasure.

You slide his cock out of you, looking down to see his warm cum dripping out of you.

That was definitely a sight you wouldn’t forget, as well as this position~.

#cloudyperfume #fanfic #reader insert #smut #kenma #kenma x reader #reader #kozume #writing #wattpad

[jjiuu]

springtime of youth / kozume kenma

two unlikely students get paired together for a documentary 一 but love will find you, no matter where you are. (aka an our beloved summer au)

"why me?" you ask slowly. there were much better things you could be doing than starring in some show.

"we're pairing up two students 一 the top and worst student, to film a documentary." the cameraman looked at the both of you, "it'll be about your day to day lives, so just ignore the cameras around you!"

"just a month.. right?" the 'worst' student mumbles.

"yep! we'll be gone in no time so just act how you would without cameras around,"

hesitation fills your veins, this'll change your entire school life! you want to decline but the cameraman suddenly cuts you off,

"great! we start tomorrow."

spring 一 your favorite season of the year, has just been ruined. the moment you walked through the shiny gates of nekoma, cameras were shoved into your tired face and everyone's eyes were on you. what a wonderful way to start the day.

classes have always been your favorite part of the school day, you had a nice seat partner and you were a quick learner that understood the material. that perfect little life however, was suddenly flipped upside down when kenma kozume, the student you're paired up with suddenly transferred into your class, clearly looking out of place. and even worse, he had to sit next to you 一 all for the sake of that stupid documentary.

at first, you had tried to make the best out of your miserable situation, offering to help him study so he wouldn't absolutely fail the test coming up next week, but he turned to look out the window and ignored you. after that, you decided you would definitely not enjoy filming this documentary.

throughout the week, you've noticed some of his habits, his love for video games and his dislike for you, and in an attempt to get to know him more and change his opinion about you, you woke him from his nap during your nightly self study classes at school, and oh how you wish you didn't. you didn't think it was possible for him to hate you anymore than he already did, but he did. the moment his eyes opened and slowly focused on you, you could tell he was mad.

after that incident, you've resorted to only speaking to him when you needed to, (which was all the time because the camera guys needed content) and found that your life was not as peaceful as you hoped it would be.

"so, what do you think of kenma after getting to know him?" the cameraman smiles, "did you enjoy your first week together?"

"no." sighing quietly, "i hate him, he's the worst!" he stares at you and rolls his eyes.

"you're so dramatic, i haven't done anything to you."

"being partnered up with you is enough for me to hate you!"

"see what i have to deal with?" he stares straight at the camera and scowls.

on a sunny spring day, just like the day you two met, you were forced to stay after school to clean the classroom. with no cameras around, the two of you guys cleaned the classroom in complete silence.

and unaware to you, your hatred would fade away to something else. because on a day just like this one, he realized just how much he didn't hate you 一 in fact, he liked you quite a bit.

kenma coughs. once. twice. three times before you pull out one of your earbuds and tell him to go home if he was sick.

"i can finish this on my own, go home and get some rest." and you're about to put your earbuds in again when his mop crashes softly into yours for the second time.

"y/n."

"kenma."

"why do you hate me?" he mumbles quietly.

"i don't," you respond, hoping that would be the end of your conversation but he rams his mop into yours again.

"you do, and i want to know why."

"i don't hate you, i don't feel anything towards you." and his frown deepens after hearing this.

"i'm going home." he murmured. and that was the last conversation you two had 一 he refused to talk to you and made the cameraman relay his messages.

"alright! todays your last day together, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

"y/n."

"kenma"

the memories of that spring day come flooding in your mind, and you ask him the same question he asked you.

"why do you hate me?" his eyes stare into yours, and if the cameraman wasn't standing right there, this would feel like a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i don't."

"uh, well then let's wrap it up!" the cameraman chuckled nervously.

"kenma, wait!" you ran after him, shouting his name. "i just wanted to say," breathing hard from chasing after him, "that i liked this."

"and what is 'this?'"

"spending time together. you're nice to be around." you declared, proud you got it over with.

and with his sudden burst of confidence, he blurts out,

"if i'm so nice to be around, go out with me."

you're staring. he's staring.

"wait, i didn't一"

"okay." and with a soft smile on your face, you hook your arm with his and drag him along.

a/n why is this so long

#kenma #kozume #haikyuu kozume #kenma x reader #gnreader #fluff #hq #hq senarios #our beloved summer au #haikyuu!! #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x you #kenma drabble #kenma fluff #haikyuu scenarios #kenma scenario #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader

[the-haikyuu-trash]

Kenma Kozume (University Student / Stock Trader / Pro Gamer /YouTuber / CEO of Bouncing Ball LTD) would be definitely the type to create a character that looks like you, he will get every small details that goes for HOURS that his fans will start complaining how long it’s taking before they realize he was DOWN BAD for you. He picks out the name too! He’ll use your nickname and after that he’ll call you to show you his new character like a kid showing their minecraft house to their mother

#haikyuu #hq #x reader #atsumu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu one shot #kenma kozume #kenma #kozume #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma x reader #fluff