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bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

THIS FELT FUNNIER IN THEORY

streamer!kenma fucks his girlfriend on stream because his fans are insufferable.

the losing streak starts subtly enough that kenma almost convinces himself it isn’t real, though watching from behind your own screen makes it painfully obvious things are about to go downhill.

the first match slips away because of a cheater, the second because of a teammate disconnecting halfway through, and the third— well, the third is entirely his fault, though he refuses to acknowledge that out loud.

the quiet hum of his computer fills the pauses between rounds, broken only by the rapid clicking of his mouse and the occasional soft sigh he lets out when another objective falls apart on screen.

chat, naturally, notices before he does.

messages begin stacking faster with every defeat, laughing emotes multiplying as the scoreboard appears again and again with his name sitting stubbornly on the losing side. kenma leans forward in his chair, eyes narrowed slightly.

“it’s not a losing streak,” he murmurs, voice calm but edged with quiet defensiveness. “the matchmaking’s just weird tonight.”

chat disagrees immediately.

he queues again anyway.

the next game lasts longer, long enough that hope briefly returns, only to collapse during the final minutes when everything spirals at once— the unmistakable sound cue of defeat appearing before he can fix it. the screen fades, results loading slowly, and kenma stares at it without moving, fingers resting lightly on his keyboard as if continuing might somehow undo it.

on his other monitor, his chat is absolutely dragging him

apple.creampie: disrespectfully please retire kodzukenkink: just unplug that mouse ☠️☠️ kenmasbbg: UR WASHED its time to get off unc ilovegamerhands: blink once if u need coaching

one hand comes up to push his hair away from his eyes, headset shifting slightly as he tilts his head toward the scrolling messages.

a donation alert cuts through the noise, cheerful and traitorous— and to his surprise, it's yours.

kodzukenkink donated 1000$! “maybe try winning?”

“…wow, you guys are assholes. 'specially you, kodzukenkink.” he says after a moment, faint amusement slipping into his tone. “…you’re all very confident for people not playing,”

he’s not tilting, not really; he just exhales through his nose, leans back in the gaming chair until it creaks, and lets his voice drop into that lazy, velvet register the chat eats up.

“alright. i’m ass tonight. chat, save me. what do i do?”

the sidebar ignites. the usual mix— get good, switch to fortnite, take a nap— but one phrase starts spamming, gaining traction, bold and relentless.

thirst tweets. thirst tweets. READ THIRST TWEETS KENMA PLS

he doesn’t even hesitate. a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth— the one only you ever really clock. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“fine. you degenerates win.” he opens twitter on his phone, searches his @ with zero shame, and starts scrolling. “let’s see what you freaks are saying about me this week.”

hecanruinmykda: why'd bro fold under 0 pressure hiswifiwife: he was waiting for this 😭☠️

first one he reads is tame, almost sweet. he tilts his head, reading it slow on purpose.

“‘kenma’s fingers are so long and pretty i want them in my mouth.’ huh.” he flexes said fingers against his phone, lets them hover over the keys for a second like he’s considering it. “that's bold. zero out of ten creativity, though.”

he keeps going, voice low and amused, like he’s reading the weather instead of porn disguised as compliments.

“‘imagine kenma whimpering your name while you ride him—’ nope.” he cuts himself off, but not before letting the sentence hang just long enough for the chat to explode. he snorts softly. “you guys are so embarrassing.”

kenmasbedhair: DEGRADE US MORE KENMA verifiedkoduzukenobserver: ready set GOON needsleepandkenma: all 10 fingers

“‘kenma’s voice is made for dirty talk bf ASMR i need him to call me a good girl while he takes it out on me after he loses in ranked.’”

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GAM3 BO1

── .✦ Summary: Kozume Kenma is down bad on stream, 50k people watch him simp.

── .✦ pairing: Kozume Kenma x reader

── .✦ WC: 1.1K

── .✦ genre: fluff

── .✦ a/n: i might be out of my writing slump again guys.... im back...

Kenma likes to think that he's a pretty humble person. He's quiet, keeps to himself and doesn't bother anyone else. If there's anything that he would take the slightest bit of pride in, it would be his gaming skills.

Now, again, Kenma is a humble guy — but statistics and KDAs don't lie. He can't help it if he's the top 1 rank in Japan in Overwatch, League of Legends, and a few other PvP games. It's all practiced skill. Kenma knew that he was the best. Admittedly, he does feel the flame of pride lick at his stomach when randoms would type in chat, just so excited to even be in the same lobby as the Kodzuken. Multiple clips of his streams becoming popular online because how the fuck is he playing like he's a rank above everyone else in the highest tier lobby? His chat floods with emotes and question marks whenever he pulls off an interesting shot. It's not even just his PvP skills. Kenma is annoyingly good at other kinds of games too. He enjoys a good souls-borne game like every other person, and when Elden Ring came out, a shit ton of clips of Kodzuken defeating bosses when they game hadn't even been out for a week took the internet by storm. So yeah, Kenma knows he's good at games.

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kozume kenma x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!kenma is the ultimate ‘low-battery’ cuddler. when he’s had a long day of meetings and sponsorship deals, he doesn’t want to talk. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair while the tv hums in the background. he’ll let out a long, shaky sigh, finally melting into the cushions because you’re his only safe zone.

;; boyfriend!kenma buys you the most thoughtful, high-tech gifts that make your life easier. if you mention your neck hurts, a top-of-the-line massager shows up the next day. if you say you’re cold, he installs smart-heating in the floors. he doesn’t always say “i love you” out loud, but your entire environment is optimized for your comfort because he’s the one controlling the settings.

;; boyfriend!kenma has a secret folder on his phone filled with candid photos of you. you sleeping, you laughing at a meme, you focused on your own hobbies. whenever he’s traveling for a gaming convention or a business trip, he scrolls through them to help him deal with the social exhaustion. you’re his tether to the real world.

;; boyfriend!kenma loves slow mornings with you. since he sets his own hours, he’ll stay in bed for an extra hour just to hold you. he likes to tuck his face into the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and just drift in that half-awake state where the only thing that matters is the weight of you in his arms.

;; boyfriend!kenma is a sucker for parallel play. he’ll be on his switch and you’ll be reading a book, but your feet are intertwined under the blanket. every once in a while, he’ll lean over and kiss your shoulder or the top of your head without saying a word, just checking in to make sure you’re still there.

;; boyfriend!kenma gives you his undivided attention when it really matters. he might be a busy CEO, but if you send him a text saying you’re having a bad day, he’ll delegate his tasks to his assistant and be home within twenty minutes with your favorite takeout and a new game he thinks you’ll like.

;; boyfriend!kenma likes to rest his chin on your head. since he’s usually hunched over a screen, standing up straight to tuck you under his chin feels like a reset for him. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just sway slightly, closing his eyes and enjoying the fact that, out of everything he’s built and won, you’re the best part of his life.

;; boyfriend!kenma is the king of low-effort luxury; he doesn't care about the price tag of the jewelry he buys you, only that it matches your eyes. he’ll casually drop thousands on a designer bag just because he saw you glance at it once in a magazine, presenting it to you while he’s halfway through a boss fight. “here, i thought it suits you.”

;; boyfriend!kenma has a very specific love language: space. but not distance. he wants you in his office while he works, tucked into the crook of his arm or scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his lap. he’ll subconsciously reach out to rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles over your skin without ever looking away from his monitors.

;; boyfriend!kenma lets you wear his expensive, oversized hoodies—the ones that cost more than your—past—rent. he loves the way you smell like his cologne and home. when you try to return them, he just pushes them back into your arms. “keep it. i like seeing you in my things.”

;; boyfriend!kenma isn’t much for public displays of affection, but behind closed doors? he’s surprisingly needy. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck after a long stream, breathing you in until his heart rate slows down. his hands are always wandering, usually finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin.

;; boyfriend!kenma spoils you with the bouncing ball corporate card. you have the login to all his accounts, and he gets a notification every time you spend his money—it’s his favorite kind of notification. he’ll text you: “saw you went to that cafe. get the dessert too, baby. i want to taste it off your lips later.”

;; boyfriend!kenma is incredibly observant. he knows exactly when you’re getting tired or overwhelmed before you even realize it. he’ll quietly close his laptop, scoop you up, and carry you to bed. he doesn’t say much, but the way he pulls the covers over you and then crawls in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, says everything.

;; boyfriend!kenma has a bit of a possessive streak that comes out in the quietest ways. if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he doesn’t make a scene; he just slides his arm around your waist, pulling you so close there’s no room for air, and lets his heavy gaze do the talking.

;; boyfriend!kenma loves it when you sit behind him while he’s gaming and play with his hair. it’s the only thing that can actually distract him from a high-stakes match. he’ll let out a soft, shaky breath when your nails graze his scalp, his hands faltering on the keyboard as he mutters, “y/n... don’t do that right now unless you want me to turn the PC off entirely.”

;; boyfriend!kenma has a habit of pulling you onto his lap while he’s sitting in his expensive ergonomic chair. he’ll continue his business call or stream with one hand on the mouse and the other sliding under your thighs, hiking your skirt or shorts up just a little too high. he likes the thrill of you having to stay absolutely silent and still while he talks numbers, his fingers occasionally applying a firm, grounding pressure that makes your breath hitch.

;; boyfriend!kenma loves marking his territory in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. he’ll leave a faint, blooming bruise right on your collarbone or the sensitive skin behind your ear before he leaves for a meeting. he’ll smirk when he sees you trying to cover it with concealer later, whispering against your skin, “don’t hide it, i want everyone to know who you went home to.”

;; boyfriend!kenma is a huge fan of late-night ‘distractions.’ if you’re trying to read or work while he’s bored, he’ll crawl between your legs and rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with those heavy lids. his hands don’t stay still for long; they’re always tracing the lace of your underwear or the curve of your hip, his voice dropping an octave as he asks, “are you really more interested in that than me?”

;; boyfriend!kenma definitely uses his wealth to facilitate his more.. indulgent side. he’ll fly you out to a private villa just so he can have you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of his fans and employees. there, he’s much more vocal about what he wants to do to you, spending hours worshiping every inch of you until you’re nothing but a shaky, panting mess in the silk sheets he bought specifically because they’ll be comfortable for your skin.

;; boyfriend!kenma loves the contrast of his cold, expensive watches against your warm skin. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the metal of his rolex biting into your skin just enough to be a reminder of his weight. he’s quiet, but the sounds he makes when he’s buried inside—those low, gravelly huffs of your name—are reserved only for your ears.

;; boyfriend!kenma has a thing for praise, but only from you. he loves it when you whisper how good he feels or how much you love his touch. it makes him get a bit more aggressive, a bit more desperate to please you. he’ll bite his lip to keep from getting too loud, but the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you exactly how close he is to losing that signature composure.

n: for one of my sweet freaky babies @j4zume !! i wrote this while trying to code a heart, hell yeah.

iloveu

AND I'MMA MAKE HER TAPOUT! ☆

✦ f!reader, post timeskip, kenma is quite the horny fella, suggestive, explicit content.

KOZUME KENMA has insane stamina.

And he doesn't seem like it. Truly, he doesn't. After all, (and not to be stereotypical), but what could you expect of a twenty-two year old who's leisure time was spent playing 'vintage' video games and streaming it for thousands to see?

You definitely didn’t expect that right after those streams ended, he’d have you bent over his gaming desk, just inches away from a small Genshin Impact figurine. You turn around, your cheeks flushing a sweet, saccharine hue of scarlet as he cups your ass from behind, his hands firm and possessive.

The air is thick with tension, sexually charged, rather, as you feel his body heat radiating against you. Every breath you take is heavy with anticipation, and the way he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You can sense his desire, raw and palpable, and it makes your heart race. You’re completely at his mercy, craving every moment as he prepares to take you right there, the thrill of being so exposed only heightening the intensity between you.

No, Kenma is not just another boyfriend of yours you've had sex with. Kenma is an absolute fucking beast - and by the time you're on your third round, covered in his opalescent seed and dripping with perspiration (you're not sure who's it is), that very fact is made abundantly clear to you.

Kenma also isn’t shy about what he wants. He’d rather have you sitting on his face, completely lost in the taste of you. As he laps at your clit, he gets more and more pussy-drunk, his moans vibrating against the slick that covers his fave deliciously. Your muffled compliments only serve to fuel the desire within him, and he’s all in, ready to make you feel every bit of pleasure he can give. It’s raw, intense, and he’s determined to have you begging for more.

You're not exactly sure why he has such superhuman capabilities when it comes to sex. Perhaps, years of pulling all-nighters has finally translated into something good - that being the rather annoying ability to never get tired whilst he pounds his pretty, flushed tip into you, getting the angle just right, hitting you right where you want him.

No, actually. He hits it right where you need him. Because sex with Kenma has translated from something that started off with a few kisses into a ritual you're quite certain you can't live without.

You’d lose yourself in the heat of three rounds—four if the mood struck just right. Kenma would pause, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached for a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from his side-table. With a teasing squirt, he coated your stomach, the slick, sweet substance glistening against your skin.

His fingers danced over you, massaging the lubricant in with a tantalizing pressure that sent electric shivers through your body. Each stroke was a delicious tease, trailing dangerously low, igniting a primal hunger within you. The air thickened with the scent of strawberries and coitus, as his touch turned your skin into a playground of pleasure, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The bottle spits its last, the slick gone, but you don’t stop - not until your body’s shaking, breath stuttering, chasing that high like it's the only thing that’s ever truly undone you. You’re soaked in heat, legs weak, stars bursting behind your eyes. And just when you're about to tapout, that voice cuts through - deep, filthy, smug - dragging out the words that ruin you - but make you crave it all over again.

"Just one more round, baby?"

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 !

synopsis 𝜗ৎ in which the hq!! boys blow up your phone when you don’t pick up ❥ based on this tiktok trend. jjk version here

includes 𝜗ৎ kuroo, kenma, miya twins, suna rintarou, kiyoomi sakusa, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou, terushima yuuji

HEARTKAJI 2025. do not steal, edit, translate, or re-upload.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ken?” He hums glancing your way.

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

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

“Alright! All ready.”

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

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