warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!
a/n. this is a reupload bc the original post was flagged and removed :( i also changed the banner cus that might’ve been part of the issue
links to pt2, pt3, pt4, and pt5
☆ — HINATA
☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they're on the bigger side. if you're sitting next to him, he's got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he's got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.
"cmon... squeeze harder, baby."
☆ — KENMA
☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it's such a casual thing, and he's honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.
☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.
"mmh- shush, i'll get you a new one."
☆ — KYOTANI
☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn't get enough. he'd never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you're met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn't take you long to catch on. you don't tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex... and sometimes outside of it too ;)
"Fuck! jus' like that..."
☆ ー KUROO
☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you're riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don't worry, he'll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.
"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."
☆ ー NISHINOYA
☆ he likes when you initiate. it's usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it's the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can't help it, though! he'd be a bad boyfriend if he didn't immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.
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.
If Kenma has a baby, he 1000% baby-wears everywhere. His child is his ride or die accessory.
Kenma hates strollers. Do you know how hard those things are to open and close??? Take out of cars and on trains?? Maneuver them over stairs?? Yeah, fuck that.
Carrying the baby around in car seat will hurt his arms and being out for hours and holding the baby in his arms will also give him arm cramps.
Solution? Strap on that carrier and wear that bitch (affectionately).
It's literally the easiest option and most practical, especially for quick outings. It also leaves your hands free?? Like, bro can walk around with the baby on his chest while playing a game on his phone. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally running the stroller into a lamppost cause he was distracted.
He has no idea why more people don't do it. He honestly thinks men who don't do it because it's embarrassing or not "masculine" are just stupid as fuck cause they are making their lives so much harder for no reason lmaoo.
Maybe 15 year old Kenma who dyed his hair after Yamamoto said he looked like Sadako would care. But, grown ass man Kenma? CEO, professional gamer, streamer, rich boy Kenma? Kenma with a partner and child? Bro does not give a fuck. He losses so much sleep over this baby, you think he's gonna lose more of his own personal time cause he's busy fucking with a stroller? Nope, and anyone who chooses others is just dumb in his mind.
Others might judge him for baby-wearing so often, but he is judging everyone else for not 😭 He's lowkey clowning them in his mind for being dumbasses
kenma going to the gym for the sole purpose of being strong enough to lift his daughter whenever she wants.
Kenma Kozume had done a lot of things he never expected in life. But somehow, somehow, the hardest thing he had ever done… was carrying around your four-year-old daughter like she was an accessory strapped to his body.
It started off fine. She was small. Lightweight. Kenma barely noticed it when she’d reach up at him with those big, golden eyes, arms raised expectantly as she said, “Up, Daddy!”
And, of course, like an absolute fool, he always picked her up.
Always.
Now, however, things were different. Kiano was growing.
Which was great! Wonderful, even!
All he ever wanted was a happy wife. Check. And a healthy baby. Check.
Except for the part where she was getting heavier, and Kenma, who had not done a single muscle-related workout since high school volleyball, was starting to feel it. His arms ached. His back tensed up. There were days when, after holding her for too long, he would just sit down at his desk and stare blankly at his keyboard, fingers refusing to move because they were still recovering from holding your daughter for half the day.
“Kenma, you should just go to bed if you’re not feeling well,” you told him when you brought him some midnight snacks.
And your daughter, Kiano, she did not care.
She still reached up, still expected to be carried without hesitation the following morning.
And because Kenma was a weak, weak man, he never said no.
Which was how he found himself at the gym, standing at the front desk with his old gym keycard in hand, while Kuroo Tetsurou of all people stood beside him, grinning like a complete idiot.
“Hold on, hold on,” Kuroo said, leaning against the counter as he processed what was happening. “Let me get this straight. You’re renewing your gym membership—not because you wanna get in shape, not because you had some life-changing revelation, but because your four-year-old daughter is getting too heavy for you?”
Kenma scowled, tossing his gym keycard at Kuroo’s face. “Shut up.”
Kuroo laughed, easily catching it. “Kenma, this is hilarious.”
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as the receptionist processed his renewal.
He knew Kuroo was going to be like this. That was the whole reason he had debated bringing him along in the first place. But Kenma also knew that if he walked into a gym alone after years of avoiding them, he would probably just stand in the corner, regret all his life choices, and leave without doing anything.
He needed moral support. Unfortunately, that support came in the form of Kuroo, who was currently laughing at his pain.
“It’s not that funny,” Kenma grumbled.
Kuroo shot him a look. “Kenma, you literally built your entire brand on being an indoors guy. And now you’re out here, willingly lifting weights, all because your tiny daughter says ‘Up, Daddy’ and you can’t say no to her.”
Kenma refused to make eye contact.
Because yeah, that was… basically the situation.
The receptionist handed back his renewed membership card, smiling. “Welcome back, Mr. Kozume! Need a trainer, or will you be working out alone?”
“Alone,” Kenma muttered quickly.
“Wrong!” Kuroo interrupted, slinging an arm around Kenma’s shoulders before he could escape. “He’ll be working out with me. You know, actual workouts, not just the bare minimum.”
“You’re acting like I won’t just cancel this membership next month.”
“Not if Kiano has anything to say about it.”
Kenma frowned, thinking about it for a second.
…Yeah. That kid was persistent.
Guess who she got it from? Ding, ding! You, of course.
If he so much as hinted at the idea of quitting, Kiano would probably just guilt-trip him with those big eyes, telling him, “Daddy, you said you’d carry me if I did well in school!” and then he’d look like the world’s weakest dad to your daughter forever.
Damn it.
He exhaled. “Fine.”
Kuroo grinned, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit, Daddy Kenma.”
Kenma cringed. “Never call me that again.”
Kuroo did call him that again.
-
An hour later, Kenma remembered exactly why he hated going to the gym.
He had been peer-pressured into lifting actual weights, had attempted (and failed) to use a pull-up bar, and nearly died trying to keep up with Kuroo, who, despite his stupid corporate job, was somehow still in peak physical condition.
Kenma, on the other hand, felt like he had been hit by a truck.
Kuroo, the bastard, was barely sweating. “You good?” he asked, grinning.
Kenma, lying face-down on the floor, made a vague, suffering noise.
Kuroo laughed. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got. What happened to that volleyball stamina?”
“That was ten years ago,” Kenma groaned. “I’m pushing thirty in two years, idiot.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kuroo crouched next to him, smirking. “But hey, just think about it—if you don’t get into shape soon, you’ll place Kiano down and never carry her forever!”
Kenma slowly turned his head to glare at him. “That is not comforting.”
“Kids grow up way quicker than you think, Kenma. You won’t know when you’ll ever be able to carry them, like when they were babies.”
“Is that why you’re worried that your 7-month-old son is going to get daycare soon, really? When he just start enjoying his tummy time?”
“Time goes fast.”
“Uh-huh. Right.”
Kuroo cackled, standing up and stretching. “Changing the subject,” he tuts softly. “I can’t believe this is what finally got you back in a gym. A four-year-old child has you completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.”
wc: 0.8k
content warning: kinktober day 2 - humiliation, smut, kenma x reader, cunnilingus, not proofread
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the subtle thudding of your clothes dropping on the floor, followed by the creak of the bed as you sat down. your boyfriend kenma, was needy and couldn't wait after your date to get a taste of you in the broad afternoon.
his mouth is totally latched onto you and every bit of your skin that simmered a warm rosey color as his kisses trailed and melted down your neck. kenma's rough but delicate as he hastily helped you undress.
laying on your back, his figure towered over you with his hands side by side your head stabilizing you like pillars. he's breathless, panting, and in search of more. making out wasn't enough for him to settle his raging erection that's been building up the moment you two met that morning for your little 'date.'
on the other hand, you were enjoying his affection but nervous about showing him your naked bare body—especially since you two never had sex a lot since he's always busy with his job.
and... not to mention, you guys forgot to turn off the lights in the room to create that extra romantic atmosphere which you needed to feel less insecure of how he's going to see you: stripped, tits, ass, and pussy out on full display.
his slender fingers roamed your body, tickling and making you flinch in certain areas as his lips worked on setting his marks on you everywhere. feeling nothing but the cool air and restraining bra you had on, you can't help but feel humiliated as he stared with his blank feline eyes since it was hard to read what he was thinking.
you didn't feel just humiliated but the humilation was igniting something erotic—something you've never though you'd get off to the though of.
the feeling of his cold eyes gazing at your body, just covered in only a bra, knowing that your chest was bare right underneath and could be exposed at any moment, made you feel even just a bit excited. your cunt's already dripping from all the kissing and making out, but you've never clenched your legs together; nevertheless, your core is this much. it was like your pussy ached for more.
"kozume, this is.... embarrassing," you whispered the lowest you could, face a bright shade of red as you refrained from making direct eye contact.
snapping back from taking his time staring at you, he helps remove your pants to reveal the rest of your undergarments when all kenma removed was his jacket that's laying on the ground. it felt like you were prey getting hunted, except the predator's letting you get your way before they snatch you up.
"you're this wet already?" kenma tauntingly asked, placing his thumb on the damp spot of your panties as you let out a gasp from the warm and sudden touch.
your face was steaming hot in embarrassment, but your body couldn't figure out why it excited you so much. the guy you got ready to see for your date, the one that you made sure you looked good for, is now seeing you in your most vulnerable and unclothed state. not to mention, the way he looked at you and watched your every changing reaction.
rubbing slow circles, the dark spot of your panties grew as you let out a high-pitched whimper slip through your lips. your legs were starting to fold in on themselves from the satisfaction and humiliation, but kenma was quick to force your legs apart.
"keep them wide open for me, i'm just getting started.." he muttered before pulling your panties to the side with one quick movement that left you utterly flustered and flabbergasted.
'...he's staring right at my pussy. and it's so wet.. i might just die of embarrassment right now' was all that was running through your pretty little mind.
all you could do was shut your eyes tight when you felt the friction of his tongue meet your bundle of nerves as you tried your hardest to suppress a moan. your core tightened, but was still sopping wet from how aroused you were.
not to mention.. this pose, position, whatever you'd call it.. is so erotically humiliating to be in. legs spread and parted like the red sea with his hand right under your knees to keep you from going anywhere—essentially holding you in place with immense force you didn't know he had in him.
you could feel the tip of his tongue with each stroke he flicked. gasping in satisfaction from how stimulating it felt, he slipped a finger in, making your hole clench around his digit as it squelched with the wetness.
his hair brushed against your thighs delicately, contrasting with the way his tongue flicked your clit, tickling your inner thighs that he'd also kiss whenever he saw you start to tremble.
you can't help but slap your hand over your mouth as your eyes shut even tighter, making your head spin like the world was about to explode.
"k-kozume..! it feels sso good.." your voice muffled behind your hand as he watched your eyebrows twist and furrow in pleasure from below.
the knot in your stomach was so tight and ready to snap at any given moment as you continued to push your core to the max. inserting his second digit was your last straw as you sobbed loudly with ecstacy—completely forgetting about how you felt so humiliated for a good minute.
that was until that knot was cut, and you ended up reaching your climax right on his tongue. all you could see was white before coming back to your consciousness. before you could even realize you just finished on your boyfriend's face, your legs shook like a newborn lamb as you huffed for air.
"...you sure felt good despite being so embarrassed," kenma snickered as he wiped your essence with the swab of his thumb to taste.
syp: gn!reader x kenma cw; none—just an insane amount of fluff n domesticityᝰ.ᐟ
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• soft spot by keshi on repeat while writing this
⤷ anon req for the follower event: showering with kenma. hope you enjoy it beebs 𖹭
kenma didn't usually like showering with you—it wasn't anything personal. the tiny shower made it hard to maneuver with two people crammed inside it.
tonight was a different story.
after a grueling 14 hour long stream event, kenma was exhausted. blood-shot eyes, heavy eyebags, and slumped shoulders like he was carrying the weight of the world.
so when you suggested showering together, he paused. considered it. then finally accepted.
to say you were surprised was an understatement. your eyes shone brightly, taking him by the hand to pull kenma into your shared bathroom.
the second the warm water hit his skin relief flooded his system, and with it sleepiness.
"want me to wash your hair?"
kenma hums, giving a miniscule nod before turning around. tipping his head back to give you easier access.
your fingers knead into his scalp, lathering the shampoo through his half-dyed locks. golden eyes flutter shut at your tender touch. melting and almost purring.
steam fills the air, thick and hot. a silence that doesn't need to be filled, just quiet contentment. enjoying the steady presence of your partner.
your hands glide along kenma's soapy body, applying pressure on his sore muscles. unknotting the tension trapped there. it's as if you can see the fatigue fizzle out.
(had you not been there kenma likely wouldn't have eaten a solid meal. just snacks and energy drinks to power through. taking care of him never felt like a chore—nor an obligation of any kind. it was second nature, if you made something for yourself half was brought to kenma. sneaking in through the blind spots of his stream setup, and after your relationship went public you'd walk in, greet chat and dip back out. the edges of kenma's lips would stay slightly upturned for the next hour.)
kenma's arms loosely wrap around your waist, hugging your body against his. water slick kisses pressed into your forehead. fingers squeezing gently, as if he still can't believe you're real. here. his.
kenma's love isn't loud or boisterous—it's the calm in a storm. unwavering. watchful.
afterwards the two of you curl into bed, baggy clothes and looped pinkies. passing out within arms reach, blankets cocooning the two of you.
kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 please do not repost, copy or steal my trash ᝰ.ᐟ
synopsis: in which kenma quietly realizes he's completely, utterly in love with you.
notes: it's like THE MOMENT he realizes yk. AHH i love this trope. @suniix my fellow kenma lover <3
you’re sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath you, bent over his switch case like you’re disarming a bomb. you’re not, but you might as well be. you were focusing on organizing his many games, something he never asked you to do but clearly needed. there’s a small crease between your eyebrows and your tongue is poking out slightly in concentration. you're humming something that sounds like a mashup between 'kiss me,' 'uptown girl,' and the animal crossing theme song. he can’t tell if it's a song he's simply never heard of, or if he's actually correct. he thinks he is.
kenma’s on the couch, curled into himself on one end, a blanket you got for him draped across his lap and a drink in his hands that you made exactly the way he likes it. it's ice cold and disgustingly sweet. he hadn’t even asked. you just knew.
kenma realizes that you know quite a lot about him. you know of his drink preferences and his chronic coldness. he knows that you've noticed how when he lies, his eyes get shifty or he'll start fidgeting. you know he can't open packaging on snacks for the life of him and automatically hand him a knife, because you can't either. you know how bad he is at asking for affection, so you curl your fingers into his scalp at the first sign that he wants it.
they're random and unimportant details, but undeniably and utterly him. and you see all of it. he thinks it's nice.
the room is softly lit, a couple lamps illuminated the space. no overhead lights. he doesn't like how fluorescent they are, and they can sometimes overstimulate him. of course, he's never mentioned this, but you figured it out on your own. the curtains are half-drawn, and the tv’s still on the menu screen of the game you were supposed to start an hour ago, forgotten in the warmth of just simply existing next to each other.
he doesn't really know why, but he has now put down his game in favor of watching you. really watching you.
not because you’re doing anything extraordinary. you're just… being. sitting in his hoodie, sleeves slightly rolled, hair thrown lazily into something of a bun. fixing something for him that he didn’t even realize was broken. and smiling, every now and then, to yourself. like it’s enough just to be here.
and that’s when it hits him.
he doesn’t feel his chest tighten like the air has been sucked out of him, or his stomach flutter with the intensity of a thousand butterflies. it’s not cinematic or dramatic like those shojo animes you like to watch where the music kicks up and the camera circles around them in riveting and exciting motions. it’s quiet. like a single domino tipping in slow motion, or a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.
“oh.”
he says it out loud, though barely audible, like a secret meant for no one but himself. it sounds stupid as soon as it leaves his mouth, so he coughs, trying to cover it up, hoping you didn’t hear.
you glance up.
“hm?”
he shakes his head a little too fast. “nothing. just… forgot something.”
you blink, noticing the way his eyes shift, but then go back to your organizing, humming that random tune again.
he watches you for another beat, then looks down at the drink you made for him. he sips it slowly, even though it’s cooled down a little. still sweet. still perfect. still him. still you.
and in the back of his mind, something settles. quiet. simple.
This is mostly relationship stuff but most can be interpreted either way :] Also, if you have any requests, please send!
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma that before you guys met he definitely used to catfish as an e-girl on discord. He claims it was "just for fortnite skins", but it was really just because he thought it was fun to laugh at random men online. It also doesn’t help that he can make a strangely accurate female voice ..
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who would convince you to let him teach you how to play his favorite games so he wouldn’t have to “queue with others” (but we all know that it’s just an excuse to talk to you more)
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who invites you over to play games together, which always ends up with him beating you every round. But he does end up feeling bad after a while so he lets you win a few games.
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who probably takes games way too serious and whenever he loses a game he genuinely gets so upset. If he gets angry enough, he''ll even quit the game altogether for a few days 😭
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who takes you out on dates in minecraft and you can tell he spent wayy too much time on it, which he did but he did it because he knew it'd make you happy
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who gets so excited whenever you send him a playlist you made for him. Sometimes he listens to them while playing games <3
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who will literally say yes so quickly if you ever asked to match in fortnite, roblox, minecraft, etc.
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who teaches you how to play valorant (if you don’t play it) just so you can "pocket sage" him but its really just so he can spend time with you, even if you’e bad
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who convinces you to troll with him in valorant as your “e-boyfriend” where he would force a really deep voice because he thinks its funny to piss people off
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who would quote memes (and old vines) but whenever people don’t get the reference he gets really embarrassed so he gaslights them into thinking they were just hearing things, and he for sure quotes the wonderland system.
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who gives you all of his passwords to everything and expects the same and if you ever mess with one of his gaming accounts he would probably not care at all unless you mess up his rank (because lets be honest, hes the type to grind to radiant in valorant just because hes bored)
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who plays animal crossing or any other games with you whenever you ask, dropping what he's doing (or finishing up a match) because he LOVES when you play games with him
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who has a questionable sleeping schedule that changes up everyday. For example one night he’d go to bed at like 4am and wake up at 7, the next he’d be sleeping at 8pm and waking up at 5am
ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who forces you to facetime him whenever the other sleeps (unless you’re busy) because have I mentioned that all he wants to do is spend time with his partner?
