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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ just random bc as much as i ' ve been hanging out with my girlfriends this summer i lowk miss my guy friends lol ( they never come out with us !!! they're always playing cod or 2k !!? ) ”

“i think you dropped something” when you are aware you just dropped something (they don’t help you pick it up 🖕🖕)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴mattsun, tsukki, osamu, suna, kuroo, oikawa, konoha

“what do you mean i can’t drive,” then drives over a curb next time you’re in his car

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴bokuto, hinata, noya, lev, atsumu, terushima, kyotani

acts like he's annoyed when you tell him the tea but next time you’re talking about it he’s referencing details from the last time you were talking to him about it

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴kuroo, daichi, iwaizumi, suna, yamaguchi, asahi, akaashi, sakusa, kita

asks your opinion on someone they know you hate in a group setting

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴suna, kenma, yaku, sugawara, semi, aran, atsumu, tsukki, daishō

asks if the fit would go hard while you're at the mall and he's holding up the most abysmal combo of clothes you've ever seen

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(unironically) tobio, ushijima, tanaka, hinata, goshiki, aone, koganegawa

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(ironically) sugawara, suna, oikawa, semi, komori, mattsun

“your shoe’s untied” or “you got smth on your shirt” as they point down, and if you go to look, their finger is flipping your chin up and they laugh like they’re some sort of second coming of comedy jesus (no i'm not salty i fall for this way too much)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴tendō, noya, tanaka, lev, atsumu, komori, hanamaki, terushima

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ i ' m gonna cry this is so soft wtf ”

waning sunlight bore through the row of square windows perched high up on the nekoma gymnasium's walls. the gym lights were already off, and in the dimness of the space, the windows gave glimpses to the pink and purple sky as the sun was starting to set outside. they casted shapes on the shiny and sneaker-streaked wooden floor, the patches of light continuously getting sliced and diced by the shadow of the spinning ceiling fans the third years were yet to turn off.

the only noises that met your ears were the distant whirr of those metal blades, the minuscule clicking of buttons and flicking of joycons, and the faint sound of breathing coming from kenma–who was snug up against you as you sat on the floor against one of the gym walls, showing you the gameplay of the new game he just bought.

volleyball practice had just ended. you could hear through the open entrance doors the rest of the boys on the team conversing loudly, as they put equipment away or were gathering their things to go home–it was a school night after all.

but between you and kenma, no words needed to be spoken. you both were completely content there, feeling the warmth of one another close by and watching the bright screen of kenma's portable gaming console flash colorful pictures of a hero overcoming their evil adversaries.

kenma was very grateful for this fact, for this little ritual he started to share with you when you started to stop in at the end of volleyball practice. originally, you did it with the intention to chat and ask him how practice went, then to walk home with him and kuroo and talk some more.

but sometimes practice was tiring, and some days kenma just couldn't find the energy to keep up the conversation. it's not that he didn't want to talk to you. he loved hearing your voice when you two conversed, actually.

all it was is that he needed to recharge. he needed to play with his games, even if just for ten to twenty minutes.

so you let him. because you care. and kenma loves appreciated that about you. from then on, you two started to end the days off (before being met with kuroo to make the trek home, that is) finding a little corner, a bush, a not-so-dusty spot under the bleachers... to just sit. and he'd play another level or two of one of his games, and you'd calmly watch.

your shoulders brushed every time kenma had to quickly maneuver some ability in the game–and even if it slipped far enough for a rush of coldness to attack your arm, it would always without fail return to its rightful place, bringing with it warmth as an apology. at times, you swear you feel like your breathing was in sync. every time you blinked, your eyelids almost seemed to move in slow motion.

together, time gradually slowed to a stop. you two were in a little bubble of your own creation, where nothing else mattered except the both of you. both of you being, and being together...

"kenma! kenma? y/n!" kuroo's voice suddenly rings through the door of the gym and bounces off the walls of the big room. kenma quietly groans and a giggle escapes you at his reaction–as if you two haven't been in this scenario for a dozen times before, and as if kenma's reaction has ever changed, at that.

"yaku! i told you to turn the fans off. don't forget tomorrow!" you then hear the captain yell out. overhead, the fans spin to a stop, and now everything is still for a moment.

"time to go kenma," you softly nudge at his side.

the blonde reaches over to shove his console in his bag with a sigh, "fine, let's go."

as you stand up, you body feels a shock of cold. it's already yearning for kenma's warmth again, the one that makes hiding from the world feel so nice. so your body seeks it out, following close behind him as you make your way across the gym to the exit.

       ⇩  ⇩  ⇩ 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎 ::

years later, the conventions you and kenma find yourselves at are awfully crowded. with questions at panel after panel and interactions with fan after fan at meet and greets, it's hard to believe the day still isn't over yet.

and it's not like kenma didn't like his fanbase. he loved them, and he loved what he did as a streamer.

it's just that sometimes he had to recharge. and thankfully, he knew just how, and who to go to for that.

his feet moved mindlessly, seeking you out. he found you behind some backstage black curtains nearby.

"hey kenma!" you smile at him, "how'd the meet and greet go?"

"it went great," his hand suddenly grasps at yours, "let's go somewhere real quick?"

you don't miss the way his words come out laced with the tiny breath of a sigh, or how he's hunched over just a little more than usual.

so you don't question it as he pulls you through the crowds, weaving to different convention hall entrances until finally when he peeks his head in the doorway, you find a room unoccupied.

there, against the wall and on the worn-out carpeted floor, you sit–nothing besides a bare stage, rows of empty chairs, and the two of you.

kenma relishes in this newfound hiding spot, letting his eyes close and his head lean against your shoulder for even just a moment. the bustling of the convention-goers outside gets tuned out.

there's no game console in his hands this time. so you resort to watching how instead of pressing at buttons and joycons, he plays with your warm hands under his fingertips.

and you let him, for as long as he wants, and he appreciates loves that about you, the person–his solace–who gets him so well. he loves you.

kozume kenma as your boyfriend

>> welcome to the result of me simping hard for kenma lately <<

red lips - k. kenma

in which a famous streamer goes live with his girlfriend for a well known challenge— the buldak noodle challenge

pairing: kozume kenma x f!reader

tags/warnings: just cute fluff, cursing, established relationship, timeskip, written in 2nd point of view, reader’s spice tolerance isn’t that good

“Hey guys, kozuken here with—“

“Me! hi chat!” Kenma couldn’t help but smile as he watched you reveal yourself on stream, waving happily at the camera as everyone settled into the stream and started spamming the chat box with comments and greetings. He doesn’t know how you somehow convinced him into doing this challenge with you. He remembers watching people do that stupid cinnamon challenge years ago and judging them for putting straight powder in their mouth, now here he is. In front of millions about to eat the world known “spiciest noodles ever.”

“Alright so— today we have the uhh…buldak hot chicken flavour ramen” Kenma starts off as he holds the empty package on the screen, to save time, the noodles were already cooked and “evenly” separated into two bowls, courtesy of you. “And i guess the challenge is to finish the bowl without literally dying or having to get milk”

“it smells and looks pretty good though” you observe as you take a hold of the bowl and use your chopsticks to mix them around a bit, keeping out the part where your eyes literally started watering when the hot steam hit your face the first time you added the sauce into the pot. “Yeah, nothing more appetizing than literal red.. orange looking noodles that burns my nose” Kenma says sarcastically as you roll your eyes playfully with a smile “You’re only saying that because you held the pot right up to your nose and smelled it!” “Did i?” laughter fell between you too as you playfully jabbed his side and he tried swatting your hand away.

It’s not like you hated spice, you tried to build up your tolerance but that always ended up in runny noses and ice cream. Kenma on the other hand didn’t care for it much. In general, he never liked trying new things. He stuck to what he knew and avoided trying things he knew he wouldn’t like. Despite that, you somehow convinced him to try these “viral” noodles that were going around the internet. People were good at faking reactions for views or money so you (and admittedly, him) were curious as to if these noodles were as “bad” as they seemed. Plus, it’s not like he could ever say no to you.

You held up the bowl to the camera as you pulled the noodles up with your chopsticks, displaying the red fiery noodles to the screen. “Oh by the way i added the whole sauce packet— you know? for the whole experience?” you added on as you retracted the bowl from the camera and held it in your hands as you looked at your boyfriend. You can tell by his face that he wasn’t excited or happy at that at all— Kenma wasn’t very good at hiding his distasteful face. “Of course you did” he huffs out as he grabs his bowl too and held his chopsticks, but there was no malice in his voice whatsoever. You were right anyways, if you’re gonna do some food challenge you might as well go all or nothing.

“Cheers!” You smiled as you took a generous amount into your mouth, Kenma watching you as he took a more cautious bite instead. “Oh wow— it’s actually pretty good” you say as you nod and look at your boyfriend as you continued chewing, but as you continued chewing the flavour intensified more and the burning feeling finally started to rest on your tongue. Kenma was already sweating in his merch hoodie, feeling the spice going down his throat and out his nose as he thinned his lips out and tried not to show a huge display of a reaction. Both of you in silence as you looked at each other, waiting for the other one to break. There was never an agreement on what the “winner” would get but you’re sure it would just be bragging rights, that and the fact that his whole chat would witness it.

The spice was hitting you in the back of your throat, making your mouth secrete more saliva to try to get rid of the burning sensation. Your resolve was falling but so was his, so now it was just a battle of endurance. Your eyes flickered to the glass of milk on the table and back at your boyfriend, a taunting push to see if he would break but he kept his composure and flickered his eyes to the milk glass as well and smirked lightly. “How are you holding in there?” Kenma teases as he looked at you, trying to ignore the way the spice was coming up again as he talked. “Great— just great.. i’m fine.. yeah” you resort, trying to convince yourself otherwise but you were sweating like crazy and the room felt much hotter than it was 10 minutes ago. You silently cursed at yourself for taking such a confident bite at the beginning. Watching too many mukbangs gave you some sort of will and determination that it wouldn’t be as bad, but obviously that’s coming to bite you in the ass now.

Kenma spent years with you, learning your body language and different behaviours. He knows you were fighting to not break by the way you were gripping your knees and occasionally wiping your palms against your pants. He knows you’re sharing the same burning feeling in his mouth and it definitely wasn’t pleasant. Kenma also knew how absolutely stubborn you are, but this spice wasn’t the good type of spice— no, this spice was burning and it felt like his taste buds were shrivelling up in real time. If Kenma was with Kuroo or anyone else, he would suck it up and hang in there to play to long game until the other person gives up. His dignity was too precious to risk and his competitive nature would’ve kicked in. But this was you, and god he loved you so much.

He reached over to the table and took the glass of milk and swallowed it down, the moment you saw him basically surrender, you reached over to grab your own glass and swallowed down the cooling liquid as well. Feeling the instant relief to the burning that once surrounded your mouth. You were honestly surprised that Kenma was the one to back down, you were sure that he was gonna just bite his tongue and hang in there. But, you weren’t gonna complain anyways. Panting lightly as you lowered the glass and finally feeling your body cool down, you look over at your boyfriend who equally looked relieved. He reached over with a napkin and wiped your lips that were covered in the sauce from the noodles, you didn’t even notice the burning on your lips because you were too focused on everywhere else. “Feeling better?” “Mhm— and i feel even more better knowing i just beat you!” Kenma smirked at that as he flicked your forehead “You want ice cream? there’s some in the freezer—“ You didn’t even waste a second to get up and immediately leave the room, basically cutting him off as you rushed out.

Kenma watched you leave with a fond smile, when you were out of sight he moved the two bowls aside and cleared his table a bit as he looked at his chat that were flooding with messages. “What do you mean i let her win, chat?” he says, acting clueless as he leans back on his chair. His eyes skimmed through the messages that kept coming in “What can i say? my girlfriend is just that much better” he says sincerely. He didn’t need to admit out loud how absolutely smitten he was with you, everything showed in his actions. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out how in love with you he is. And he was absolutely okay with that.

m.list

❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

heyyya! can you write some wholesome headcannons abt haikyuu boys being dads? feat the grumpiest boys(who lets be honest THEY WOULD HAVE THE BIGGEST SOFT SPOT FOR THEIR KIDS) sakusa, tsukki, kenma and ushijima:) thankss! *smooch*

omg HI DEAR mwah i didnt see this for some reason im so sorry for the delay but ofc <333 i think my notifs are off, but i hope that this is to ur liking, its my first time getting a request 😅

.haikyuu!! boys as dads (with soft spots for their children)

:featuring - sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings none, just icky fluff :p +one curse word

#%SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Kiyoomi was tired, very tired, especially since he had come back home from late practice, he didn't even have time to kiss you goodnight, he just took a quick shower, got changed out of his clothes and then proceeded to throw his body onto his side of the bed, leaving you startled as you awaken in the middle of the night. So when it struck six thirty in the morning, he had intended to sleep in, seeing as his coach had given him a day off, but was interrupted by the scuttling in the hallways, which he already recognised was his twin daughters, Keiko and Kazuko. As if they were an energy boost, Kiyoomi felt himself awakening, but devised a plan in his head to surprise his girls.

"Shh! You'll wake daddy up!"

"I'm not the one who's stomping like a giant!"

The girls continued to scuffle before realising they had gone off track from their plans, and slowly snuck into your bedroom. You were already downstairs, preparing breakfast for the family, and had told the girls to wake up their dad. Being the filial children they were, they quickly obeyed.

Kiyoomi, still pretending to be sound asleep, began to make the most obnoxious snoring sound effects, that he thought would fool his girls.

"Hey, he's faking it!" Keiko whined, as she noticed her dad beginning to chuckle.

"It's your fault! You walked too loud!" Kazuko interjects, before being pulled onto the bed, alongside her sister, with their dad.

"You both woke me up, children. Where's mommy?" He chuckles as he sits up from his spot, letting his daughters lay on either side of him.

"She says shes making food for us, but we wanna play." Keiko mutters, playing with her dad's large hands, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of the small child before him.

"Now, be thankful she makes you food, because if it were me, we would eat takeout every day" Kiyoomi pulls them in closer, leaning back onto the headrest of the bed.

The girls jumped up from their positions, and ran around the room in excitement with exclaims of "Ooh! I wanna eat takeout!" "Me too! Me too!" echoing in the hallways, causing you to go up the stairs, confronting the commotion, only to see your husband and children running around your bedroom.

"I'm gonna get you!" He laughs, before picking up Kazuko gracefully, and throwing her on the bed like a pillow, with Keiko asking for him to do the same thing.

"Woah! no? You're gonna hurt the girls, Kiyoomi!" You quickly interfere, before anyone could get hurt.

"Sorry, mommy." The three of them stood in a line, with Keiko and Kazuko standing on the edge of your bed, and your husband standing beside them, heads tilted down, in an apologetic matter.

#%TSUKISHIMA KEI

It was a sunday morning, and the Tsukishima household was in complete silence. All that could be sensed by any living creature was the soft snores of the Tsukishima family. You, Kei, and your son Mamoru, were all cuddled up on your bed, with the tv left on. The three of you had a Disney movie marathon the previous night, and Mamoru fell had already fallen asleep through movie number three, Moana, whereas you and Tsukishima were on the boundaries of slumber. Noticing him nodding off every few moments or so, you brought out the extra blanket for him, knowing that Mamoru would hog it during the night, and headed to the guest room to find it.

On your way back to the bedroom, you see your husband stare lovingly at your son, whilst poking his cheeks in his sleep, chuckling every now and then.

"Kei, you'll wake him up." You whisper in a tender tone, placing a blanket over him.

"But doesn't he look so adorable? We made him. Our Mamoru," he smiles in glee before pulling his son in closer to his arms, and placing a kiss onto his forehead, "He looks exactly like you, you know."

"But you're his favourite, he told Aki, who told me." You complain, before crawling to the other side of the bed, next to your five year old.

"Well, great minds think alike don't they?" He jokes, before earning a quick smack on his shoulder, "I'm joking dear, now go to bed alright? I love you both."

You were already asleep, keeping your arm tucked protectively around your son, and he chuckles before giving you a kiss too.

#%KOZUME KENMA

You arrive home to a frantic son, dashing towards you before jumping into your arms.

"Mommy, mommy! Daddy taught me how to play a game!"

"Is that so? What game?" You pick him up in your arms, realising he's gotten bigger.

Your husband drags himself down the staircase lethargically, like he hasn't seen the light of day in weeks, but smiles when he sees the two of you together.

"He taught me how to play call of duty with Uncle Tetsurou! I killed bitches!" The both of you gasp in unison, and you glare at your husband, holding in the urge to throw your bag at him.

"Kozume Kaoru, where did you learn that phrase?"

"From daddy and Uncle Tetsurou!" He comes in closer, before whispering, "But don't tell them I told you, they said to keep it secret."

You burst out into laughter, using it as a substitute for not practically killing your husband with your stares, as he tries to escape the situation.

"Y/N let me explain, Kuroo said it by accident alright? I would never teach our child to say things like that, isn't that right Kaoru?" he walks towards the two of you, pouting, before squeezing his son's cheeks.

"Yes sir!" Kaoru salutes jokingly, before bringing his arms out to his dad, indication that he wanted Kenma to carry him, and not you.

Kenma carries his son, and laughs, before looking at you cheekily and saying, "Let's get away from mommy, the big bad monster, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Goodness, it was so easy to influence a child's mind. So instead of taking a shower and cleaning yourself off, you're chasing your son and husband around the house, pretending to be the bjg bad monster, just as Kaoru had wanted.

#%USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You came home late from overtime on a shift, to hear the loud sound effects from the surround sound system in your living room. You sighed, as you remember telling your husband to lower down the volume of the TV, especially during the evenings, so as not to disturb the neighbours.

You mutter a quick "I'm home." before slipping off your shoes, and placing your keys away, and eventually search for your two sons and daughter, who are usually the most active around this time.

"Satoshi? Shoichi? Suki? Kids? Where did you go?" You call out to the entire house, expecting at least one of your three children to come waddling your way, only to be expected with the presence of nothing.

Getting worried, you search the rooms in the house, before remembering that the TV was left on, yes, maybe they were watching Anpanman, as it was their favourite show. You sighed in relief at the sight before you.

Light snores emitted from your husband, and little snot bubbles had grown every time your eldest son took a breath in during his sleep. The youngest, Satoshi, was laid on his chest, with Wakatoshi securely placing an arm over his son's back, in the event that he would fall. On his other arm, laid Suki, drooling onto her father's bicep; leaving the eldest of them all to lay between his father's legs, like a dog.

Making your way towards your little family, you shake your (favourite) daughter awake, knowing that she was the least temperamental Ushijima of the family.

"Suki? Baby, wake up and go brush your teeth, get into your actual bed okay? You might hurt your back and daddy's arm." You pulled the small girl into your arms as she reached her hands out towards you.

"Hi mama, papa made us mochi for a treat and then watched Anpanman with us." She yawns, laying her head into the crook of your neck.

"Really? then did you have fun with papa?" She nods vigorously into your neck, and you let out a chuckle, before noticing that your husband has finally awoken.

"Good afternoon, my loves." Wakatoshi eyes the two of you, after realising his little girl had disappeared from his arms.

"It's eight in the evening, 'Toshi. it's time for the boys and Suki to go to bed, can you try waking them up?" Your husband nods sleepily, before gently shaking the two boys awake.

"Hey, mama's home, and it's your bedtime." He whispers sweetly.

Shoichi was the first to awaken between him and his brother, and stretches from where laid, before opening his eyes wide to see his parents and siblings before him.

"Mama! you're here, welcome home," he smiles at you, before earning a kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Dad, I'm too tired to walk upstairs, can you carry me please?"

You chuckle in surprise, not knowing that even your seven year old son, still wanted to be carried in his father's arms to bed.

"Of course, but we need to wake Satoshi okay?" He hums, before sitting up gently, which results into his two year old boy to wake up.

Knowing he would cry soon from the sudden disturbance in his tranquil sleep, your husband carries him instinctively in his arms, and piggybacks Shoichi after standing up. The two of you turn off the lights and TV in the living room, keeping your children in a safe position in your arms, letting Wakatoshi go first, as he had two children in his possession; one wrapping their limbs around his back, and the other one drooling on his shirt. You finally arrive in their room, and put them to bed, each giving them a goodnight kiss, and a bed time story, so Suki could tell her friends the next morning in nursery.

"Goodnight children, papa loves you all so much, you mean everything to me." Wakatoshi says in a hushed tone, and closes the door, letting the trio properly go to sleep, and sighs after the long day he's had.

a/n: hi bbs, i hope this was to ur liking, i kinda thought of these on the spot so i'm not sure if theyre good or not, but i hope all of you are having a good day/night and stay hydrated, i love u <33

kenma and how he would act around you when he's drunk

bf!kenma and how he would act around you when he's drunk!

fluff and a little nsfw

a/n: this was requested by one of my followers and i thought it was a cute idea

tw: mentions of alcohol (a lot), mentions of sex

- i think kenma is either a red wine guy or a hard liquor guy, there's no in between. but this also depends on his mood. if it's a chill night in with you, i think he would sip on a $2k++ bottle of wine (because he's boujee that way)

- when it comes to liquor, i think it would be when you guys invite kuroo (and his girlfriend if he has one) over and maybe a few other friends. choice of drink would most likely be soju (apple flavored soju!!) and sake

- if you don't like wine, he would definitely drink whatever you fancy more but he will make sure that the alcohol is top quality

- i feel like kenma would have develop a strong tolerance for alcohol for business meetings (drinking with clients) and i feel like he would casually drink a cup or two of red wine/alcohol while streaming. so i think it would take quite abit of alcohol for him to be drunk

- when drinking with you, he would usually drink quite alot as he doesn't need to worry about entertaining a friend or client

- when he's drunk, he talks A LOT!!! he would talk about absolutely everything and anything

- he would compliment you and would say how good looking you are every 5 minutes and he would blush alot and giggle alot when he does that

- he's just a really cute drunk and super clingy (literally would be clinging onto you like a koala)

- but kenma gets very horn knee when he's drunk too so he will be extra touchy (and you don't mind it because you're either drunk and horn knee too or you're just a loving it)

- drunk sex with kenma is the best because he will have an extra stamina boost (aka alcohol) and he could go on for hours (rip neighbors and your legs but maybe not neighbors because he probably stays in a penthouse and the whole floor would just be you guys)

- when he's not a horny drunk, you can expect cuddles and him being super affectionate and loving while you both have a movie marathon

- also, kenma eats fancy with wine (charcuterie board and maybe a good piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak)

- overall, drinking and getting drunk with kenma would be a lazy weekend night (or weekend day, no judgements) date sort of thing that happens almost every week

tag: @angeldevil0com (because you requested it!!) 🥰

( ⌕ ) 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄? 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 / 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⸝⸝ kenma kozume.

summary : you really can't stand kenma–can't you?

warnings : smut (mdni), fem reader, post timeskip, hate sex (kinda not really), fwb relationship, mutual pining, fingering, teasing, cursing, slight breast / nipple play, idiots to lovers if you squint

word count : 1.2 k

hi this is really bad and i whipped it out in like 30 mins but i hope you enjoy anyways <3 i can't stop thinking about him <3

“I can’t stand you.”

In hindsight, you suppose you could’ve styled your tone with a bit more hostility–with even an inkling of the disdain you typically feign. Instead, your voice wavers with barely-hidden affection, the pitch of it increasing the longer his watchful gaze remains fixated on your body.

It is not easy to hate Kenma Kozume, but it is easy to hate to love him. 

The man in question merely quirks his brow in acknowledgment of your statement, slotting his knee between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread them, aiding Kenma in creating a space for him to hover over you. 

“Really? You can’t?” he asks, and if he were a stranger, you think you would have missed the amusement lacing his words. 

Kenma crowds into your space easily, and you let him. With his body leaning over you, he presses his hips to yours; he’s always so warm–hands radiating heat when he cups your cheek, your breasts, lips searing with warmth when he kisses down your throat–and you bite back the urge to pull him closer to be surrounded by that heat. 

“Yeah,” you shakily reply, knowing you’re not fooling anyone. As usual, your words contradict your actions, and Kenma simply offers you a lopsided, boyish grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“‘S that why you keep letting me fuck you?” Kenma’s grin broadens at your reaction–your arms tightening around him, aching to pull him closer, your hips jutting up ever-so-slightly to rub against him. 

Smoothing his hand down your body, he sucks in a deep breath at the feeling of your skin, at how the curve of your breast seems to fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Distractedly, he runs a thumb over your hardened nipple, barely offering the relief you crave. 

You keen in response, a brief murmuring, a plea, of his name, and the sound shoots straight to his stiffening cock. He continues moving his hand downward, brushing over your hips, allowing his fingertips to drag against your navel until your skin erupts with small bumps of pleasure and anticipation. Then, he finally presses his hands to your inner thigh, tracing nondescript shapes against the sensitive skin, before his warm palm cups the entirety of your cunt. 

Kenma can’t help the way his heart stutters in his chest, his grin gleaming and mischievous as he drags his coarse fingertips through the folds of your cunt. “‘S that why this pussy is so wet?” 

“Sh-shut up,” you attempt to chastise him, yet your arms tighten around his neck to pull him closer.

“Oh?” Kenma asks, tilting his head to the side. In the low light of his bedroom, he can’t see you as well as he’d prefer, but the notion that you’re lying naked in his bed, ready and waiting for him to fuck you, has his cock throbbing almost painfully in the sweatpants he wears. “I thought you liked my voice. Thought you got off to it.”

Kenma adores the sight of you in his bed–adores seeing you underneath him like this–even if you do refuse to face your obvious affections.

Yours and his. 

“So what if I do?” you retort, pressing your fingertips harshly against the nape of his neck. It’s a question–one he has grown used to in the months of this endless cycle. With his fingers dragging through your folds, circling your wet clit, Kenma obliges to your incessant tugging, leaning forward until his hair falls around you in a soft curtain. He nudges his nose against your jaw before facing you, pressing his forehead to yours in a fleeting, affectionate moment. 

You angle your head up to press back, and when you meet his gaze, Kenma thinks you appear almost shy. 

“Then I’d get off on that,” Kenma replies, pulling away a hairs-width to watch your sweet, intoxicating reaction as he presses a finger inside you. Without fail, your lips immediately part, brows scrunching until your face morphs into that adorable expression Kenma finds himself often thinking about. At his words, Kenma feels how you clench tightly around his finger, and he pushes it in knuckle-deep before raising his brows in shock. “You like that? Like hearing how I get off on you?”

You bite your lip, pressing your teeth against it, and Kenma furrows his brows. Needily, he leans down to kiss you, finally molding his lips over yours in the way you’ve both been craving since Kenma called and you answered by showing up at his door. 

The kiss is slow and deep. Kenma parts your lips by brushing his tongue against the seam of your mouth, letting out an unabashed groan when you allow him to lick into your mouth. Pressing his tongue against yours, Kenma presses another finger inside you, instantly curling up to rub against the spot that never fails to have the pressure increasing and coiling in your abdomen. 

The whole while, Kenma kisses you. He kisses you passionately as you begin to fuck his fingers, rocking your hips along with every curl of his knuckles between your thighs. 

“Maybe,” you pant when you break apart–a confession. 

Kenma hears the confession hidden in your tone, weighing heavy and stilted on his tongue. He hears it because it’s hanging heavily in his throat, too, blocking up any words he wishes he could say until all he can do is kiss you. 

It doesn’t take long for your hands–rushed and hurried–to begin tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, to insistently tug and pull it back until it snaps against Kenma’s skin. He pulls away from your lips to glare, but he is caught off guard to see you grinning happily, sheepishly, underneath him. 

“C’mon. You gonna fuck me?” you giggle, tucking your chin to your chest as you watch Kenma shuck off his sweatpants. Hurriedly, he’s crawling back over your form, pressing his hips against yours as your chest arches against his. 

“Yeah, please,” Kenma murmurs, his breath hitching in his throat when your hand wraps around the base of his cock. You tug your wrist up the length of him, and Kenma’s hips jolt forward to follow your movement, to follow how you fuck your hand down his cock. 

He helps you press the head of his cock to your cunt, and a satisfied sound immediately spills past Kenma’s lips at the feeling of you–warm, wet, and so–

“–so fucking tight,” Kenma groans, rocking his hips forward until his cock is buried between your thighs. “So tight even after I fuck you this much? Shit.”

Kenma hisses as your cunt sucks him in, and he can’t help but keep his eyes latched onto where you’re connected. He draws his hips back, and the addicting sight of your slick smearing and coating his cock has him hurriedly pushing back inside before he cums prematurely. 

“This pussy definitely likes me,” Kenma groans against your neck, kissing and nipping his teeth along your skin. Your hands card in his hair, tugging and pulling gently until he’s looking your gazes meet.

“I like you too, Kenma,” you admit, gasping on a choked moan when he presses his hips flush against you, grinding his cock in short movements that always leave you writhing underneath him. 

Then, Kenma grins–a teasing, trouble-filled expression overtaking his features. “Really? Thought you couldn’t stand me?”

He kisses you, tilting your head to press his tongue into your mouth, licking at your tongue and moaning against your lips as he fucks his cock into you. “But I’m glad you don’t,” Kenma’s breath is hot as he pulls away, fanning across your chin as he stares at you, “‘cause I like you, too.”

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warnings : suggestive (mdni), fem reader, grinding, reader wears kenma's shirt, established relationship, teasing

word count : 0.6k

“What–” he coughs, an uncharacteristically shocked expression crossing his features; the loss of composure lasts only for a split second, yet it causes confusion to crawl through your stomach. “– what’s that?”

Kenma’s eyes are unblinking as you furrow your brows, a small pout tugging at your lips. “What’s ‘what’?” you retort, crossing the length of his living room in a few strides. The floor is cool– not unlike the chill outside–but fluffy socks warm your feet, and the cold floor does not bother you. 

Your boyfriend’s game lies–forgotten–on the couch's cushion. His eyes draw you nearer, shamelessly roaming and tracing over your body, lingering at the hem of the shirt you wear. 

His fingers twitch by his side, thighs spreading in a minute action that, if you did not know Kenma, you would have missed. But he shifts almost eagerly, moving as if he has too much energy. It’s incredibly endearing you to—he’s incredibly endearing to you.

“This,” he simply murmurs as you get closer, voice lower than usual. It has you grinning, a slight hum escaping your lips as his fingers reach for you, needily. Kenma’s fingers dance over the hem of the shirt—his shirt, he’s realized–slowly dragging his fingertips across your upper thighs, warm hands cupping your bare leg to squeeze, appreciatively. You shiver, and Kenma’s eyes flit up to yours.

He remains seated as you stand before him, his hands moving up your thighs. His hands are large, warm, as they slowly trace up your legs, gently pushing under the hem of your shirt until he can catch a glimpse of your panties. 

Immediately, Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat. His legs spread a bit wider–unconsciously pulling you closer, tugging at your hips until you’re moving to straddle his lap. 

The shocked look on his face from earlier is gone, replaced instead by a smug, self-satisfied grin. It’s lopsided and boyish–charming in nature, enough to have you swooning, even before you felt his cock throb against you. Warm hands pull at your hips, and you eagerly follow Kenma’s lead, rocking yourself over his lap, over his hardening cock. 

“This?” you ask, tone not yet shaky. As if in thought, you look down, pinching the faded fabric between your fingertips. Then, you look back up at your boyfriend, pleased to see that his eyes are already on you. “It’s yours.”

Kenma huffs exasperatedly, yet not annoyedly. There is affection lining the sound–so much so that it has your heart swelling with warmth, burning with a kind of kindling heat that only urges you to grind against his lap a bit harder, if only to hear the gasp that gets caught in his throat. 

“I think I recognize my shirt,” Kenma rolls his eyes, one hand grasping your ass, pulling you apart before pinching your hip. Now, it’s you who’s at a loss for words, only able to focus on the dizzying, adoring presence of the man in front of you. Then, as if distracted, he states, “Looks good on you. Keep it.”

But he’s grinning, clearly turned on at the sight of you wearing his clothes, his cock throbbing underneath you with every circle of your hips over his. A hand smoothes to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer without a second word. Wordlessly, you smirk, and Kenma returns it all the same before pressing his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue for just a taste. 

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✩kenma x female reader✩

F reader is trying to get out of the relationship with her cheating toxic boyfriend, after finding out , she tries to think if she should stay and forgive or end the relationship.

During that time, she meets kenma, and they start having a friend with benefits relationship( in secret )a really good and healthy one, she feels safe.

And because of the relationship, kenma changes her mind and she breaks up with her boyfriend.

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Freader lives alone

(And has a cat/ I love cats)

A chapter were kenma friends fiend out about the relationship

Smut please 🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️

Maybe some problems with the toxic boyfriend

And has to be timeskip kenma

The vibe that I think it would look good :

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Being their fwb smau (post time skip)

Category: smut, fluff, crack

Includes: Atsumu Miya, Kenma Kozume, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Rintaro Suna

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Packing them lunch smau (post time skip)

Category: fluff, crack

Includes: Atsumu Miya, Kenma Kozume, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Rintaro Suna

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cold kisses. | kozume k.

friends with benefits? you could call them that, but not those kinds of benefits. they're roomates. she likes him. he likes her. she does his homework. he acts like a clingy cat and will wander in to "platonically" cuddle with her at all hours of the day. the one drawback is that neither of them will ever say a thing about their feelings for each other. until the day she's caught on his stream.

kenma x f! reader

ongoing haikyuu smau

taglist: open (form to be added!)

warnings & notes: fake dating, college timeskip, language, one use of "whore" in a lighthearted manner, atsumu's bad in this :( as a fellow tsumu apologist i'm sorry but he might be good by the end </3 speaking of which, lots of deviations from the plot, nekoma went to nationals and won against inarizaki at some point, atsumu and oikawa are both setters that pursued figure skating after highschool... etc., kenma might be a little shit in the beginning but i think it's in his character and he'll learn, i don't know anything about figure skating but i'm trying my hardest, ukai might make an appearance as a coach because i think it's funny, definitely pining, dates don't matter unless i say so

NEW NOTIFICATION FROM: the mental asylum waitlist | pretty setters + problem children

table of contents (❅ for any chapters with written parts <3):

part one: scary guard dog privileges part two: too many cooks (❅) part three: user 7193 (❅) part four: bald suits part five: pink dye part six: coming soon <3

Haikyu Boys respond to the text ,"I want a baby"

Featuring : Kuroo, Oikawa, Ushijima, Bokuto, Kenma, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi

(These r so fun to do)

Haikyu Boys respond to you texting them,"You're Pretty"

Featuring: Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Bokuto, Kenma, Tsukishima and Kuroo

(I'm always up for doing other characters and a part 2, so please request them and/or other text prompts if you'd like!)

Haikyuu Boys responding to ✨noods✨

Featuring: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Tendou

18+ I guess?? It's not too suggestive per se

Haikyuu Boys x Reader

I don't even know how to title this one, it's the one tiktok texting trend where someone accuses their s/o of being in someone else's car and sends them a pic of a cockroach instead. That's literally it.

Featuring: Tanaka, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Tendou, Ushijima, Kenma, Kuroo, Oikawa, Nishinoya and Iwaizumi

How They Eat You Out

fandom: haikyuu!!

warnings: cunnilingus, overstimulation, mean(ish) dom, soft dom, sub! reader

a/n: don't come @ me, this is just headcannon

[ALSO POINTING OUT: this is AFTER the timeskip, when they are all ADULTS]

his hands caress your hips, fingertips dancing against your skin, as you tremble with pleasure beneath him. slow, agonizingly slowly, his tongue pushes into your folds and out. he hums in tandem with your moans.

a string of curses escapes your lips when he gently sucks on your clit, and his hands move from holding you in place to your hands. he holds you with such care, such love, such affection that the next wave of pleasure that washes over you sends you over the edge.

as you cry out, your orgasms ripping out of you, his ministrations become even more gentle. he kitten-licks your clit, holding your hands tight as you tremble. his tongue moves back down to your folds and continues to fuck you slowly, carefully, as you come down from your high.

with a soft pop, he sits up and looks deep into your eyes, a pleading smile on his wet lips.

"was that good, baby?" he asks. "can i have another? please, you taste divine, just one more?"

then he sinks his face back into your pussy, and you feel like you're on cloud 9.

asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, hinata, lev, yaku, kenma, ushijima, bokuto, kita, osamu, aran

he chuckles darkly, lips still flush against your pussy as you cry out from yet another orgasm, the rumbling vibrations of his voice making you see white.

your hands push against his head, trying to move his face away from your overstimulated cunt, but he simply grabs you by the wrists and pins you down. his tongue flicks against your throbbing clit once, twice, three times before he sucks on it.

you're cross-eyed from unbearable pleasure at this point. your voice comes out in broken whimpers and gasps. and he loves hearing every bit of it.

"what's wrong, baby?" he taunts. "too much? aw, is this too much for your pretty pussy?" he sucks on your clit even harder, and you let out a scream. "too. fucking. bad."

tsukishima, sugawara, iwaizumi, oikawa, kyoutani, kuroo, tendou, shirabu, akaashi, suna, atsumu