Kenma X Y/n - Blog Posts

The snow was falling rapidly as the temperature dropped lower each day and you couldn’t contain your excitement. This was going to be the first Christmas you and Kenma spend in your new shared home and your nerves just couldn’t seem to stop buzzing as you danced around the kitchen baking as you waited for your boyfriend to return from practice.

You knew he wasn’t much of a holiday person but it wasn’t often that his team had a day off from practice and you were gonna take advantage of every second.

Baking cookies in every shape you possibly could from gingerbread men to Christmas trees your guys’ kitchen would be a wreck by the time he returned home.

Rolling out the dough as you hummed you had yet to notice the cat-like man watching you with content and adoration in his eyes as he just stood there observing you. 

“Welcome home” you smiled finally noticing him as he offered a small smile back as he walked further into the kitchen

Wrapping his arms around you he buried himself in your neck “Hi” he whispered leaving a small kiss at the juncture between your neck and shoulder “How was practice?” you asked as he sighed “it was okay” you hummed in acknowledgment “you tired?” you questioned feeling how the man seemed to melt more than usual against you but you could feel him nod

“Well go hop in the shower and after you get out we can have dinner” you turned around to look at him as he whined at the movement “I don’t wanna” he pouted as you laughed 

“Yeah well you stink so go wash up” you pushed him away slightly, or at least you tried to but his grip only seemed to tighten 

“If you don’t wash up Santa won’t bring you anything but coal this year” you teased as he shrugged “that’s fine, coal is useful” you sighed trying to think of something more motivating 

“Go wash up or no cookies for you” he gazed at you probably wondering if you were serious or not “not even the Christmas tree ones?” he questioned as you nodded turning back around in his arms to focus on your task “not even the Christmas tree ones” with that the man groaned finally detaching himself from you as you laughed

“I’ll shower but you owe me later” he chuckled leaving one more kiss on your cheek as he finally went to shower.

thinking about them with a super productive girlfriend.

our lazy boys who sleep until noon and don't get out of bed until they're absolutely starving or have plans in 30 minutes, meanwhile their pretty little girlfriend has been up since 6:45 and has; worked out, showered, made a good breakfast (and saved some for him too), cleaned up the kitchen and living room, and is currently on a zoom call discussing the next move in her project groups big proposal. and he's just sitting across from her at the table, eating her breakfast she made, thinking about how lucky he is to have her.

★﹒₊‧ the ones that can't handle how much they like you so they're only output for all this feeling, besides actually talking to you, is writing unsent letters to you.

↻ izuku, shoto, urakaka, jiro, yamaguchi, kageyama, kenma, iwazumi, akashi

Husbandry: Kenma

Kenma Kozume was a man of few words, but when it came to gaming, his focus was unmatched. His world narrowed down to the flicker of the screen, the subtle click of buttons, and the shifting of his fingers on the controller. You had gotten used to this side of him—the way he would disappear into his own world, immersed in a game for hours on end.

But today? Today, you weren’t in the mood to be ignored.

“Kenny,” you murmured softly, standing by the couch where he was seated, his eyes locked onto the TV screen. He didn’t respond, too caught up in whatever game he was playing, his brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in concentration. You knew better than to take it personally—Kenma could get lost in his games, completely tuning out the world around him. But after an entire afternoon of watching him battle it out with faceless opponents, your patience had worn thin.

“Kenma.”

Still nothing.

You sighed, your lips curving into a mischievous smile as you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to you willingly, you’d make sure he had no choice. Without another word, you climbed onto his lap, settling yourself comfortably as you straddled him, your arms loosely draping around his neck.

Kenma stiffened for a moment, his golden eyes briefly flickering toward you before shifting back to the screen.

“Babe,” he mumbled, voice low and distracted, his fingers still moving with practiced ease on the controller.

“What?” you asked innocently, tilting your head and pressing your chest just a little closer to his.

“I’m in the middle of a match.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his neck. “And I’m in the middle of needing attention.”

You felt the slight hitch in his breath, the way his hands tensed around the controller as you placed a soft kiss just below his jaw.

“You’re doing this now?” he murmured, trying to sound unaffected, but the way his voice wavered gave him away.

“I’m bored,” you teased, pressing another kiss—this time right where his pulse fluttered, your lips lingering a little longer.

Kenma’s fingers twitched, and for the first time in a while, he fumbled, his character on the screen taking an unnecessary hit. You heard the faint sound of a death notification and bit your lip to keep from giggling.

“You made me miss that,” he mumbled, but there was no real heat behind his words.

“Did I?” you murmured innocently, your lips brushing against his ear.

“You know you did.”

You giggled softly, but you pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers playing with the ends of his blonde hair. His gaze finally shifted fully to you, and the sight made your heart flutter. His expression was that familiar mix of mild annoyance and quiet affection, golden eyes softened by the warmth that was always reserved for you.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, his thumb lazily brushing against the joystick, but his movements were slower now, his focus barely on the game.

“And yet you love me,” you quipped, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Kenma’s eyes flickered down to your mouth, and you saw the way his resolve crumbled just a little more.

“Yeah,” he said softly, finally setting the controller aside and wrapping his arms fully around your waist.

You beamed, leaning down to capture his lips in a slow, sweet kiss—one that melted away the distance that had been building over the past few hours. His lips were warm, and he kissed you like he had all the time in the world, his grip on your waist pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips.

“I’ve been right here,” he murmured back, but his hold on you tightened like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Not the same,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his.

Kenma let out a quiet sigh, resting his forehead against yours.

“I know,” he admitted softly.

The game forgotten, he pulled you closer, his lips trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jaw, across your neck, and back up to your lips. His touch was gentle but insistent, fingers pressing into your sides as he deepened the kiss, his body molding against yours. His hands traced slow circles along your back, each movement pulling you deeper into the moment.

“You’ve been playing all day,” you murmured softly, your fingers threading through his hair, gently tugging as he kissed along your jaw.

“Mm,” he hummed, his lips brushing against your skin.

“And I’ve been sitting here, waiting for you to notice me.”

Kenma’s lips paused, his breath fanning against your neck.

“I always notice you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, filled with something that made your heart flutter.

“Then prove it,” you teased, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes gleaming with playful challenge.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing lightly over the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re really testing me today, huh?” he murmured, his golden eyes darkening with something deeper—something that made heat pool low in your stomach.

“Maybe,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly.

Kenma’s lips captured yours again, but this time there was more urgency, more hunger. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies. His kisses grew more insistent, his lips trailing down the column of your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake.

“I’ll prove it,” he murmured softly, his voice a low promise against your skin.

You felt the heat rising between the two of you, your heart pounding in anticipation. And as his hands roamed your body, his touch both familiar and electrifying, you knew that Kenma was more than ready to remind you just how much he noticed you—in every possible way.

“Good,” you whispered, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as you leaned in to capture his mouth again.

And in that moment, with his arms around you and his focus finally where it belonged, everything felt perfectly, wonderfully right.

Favourite Positions: Kenma

Kenma didn’t mind most positions.

He liked slow sex. Quiet sex. Something easy, something lazy—skin against skin while the rest of the world went quiet. He didn’t like being overwhelmed, didn’t like chaos, didn’t like the kind of intimacy that made him feel too seen. Too vulnerable. Too much.

But then there was you.

And you liked control. You liked watching him blush, watching his breath hitch, watching his hands tighten on your thighs as you rolled your hips just right. You liked when his focus shifted from the glowing screen in his hands to the way your body responded to him. You liked riding his face.

At first, Kenma thought he wouldn’t enjoy it. Not because he didn’t want to please you—he always wanted that—but because he assumed he wouldn’t be good at it. That he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands, or how to breathe, or how to make you come apart just from his mouth. He overthought it, worried he’d be awkward or freeze up.

But the first time you sat on his face? Something changed.

He liked the weight of you on his tongue, the pressure of your thighs trembling around his head, your hands fisting in his hair as you got louder, needier, completely undone. The way you moved, desperate and trembling, grinding down into his mouth like you couldn’t help it—it awakened something in him.

It felt powerful.

It felt intimate in a way he didn’t expect.

And that’s what made it his favorite.

Tonight, the room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of his monitor left on in the background, some menu music humming quietly in the silence. The air was warm, still, thick with tension as you straddled his chest, slowly shifting forward until your thighs framed his face.

Your knees hovered above him, thighs already trembling from anticipation, slick dripping down onto his waiting tongue as you tried to hold back—tried to be gentle with him.

Kenma wasn’t having it.

His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you down, anchoring you right where he wanted you.

You gasped, spine arching, one hand flying back to the headboard to steady yourself. “K-Kenma—!”

He groaned into you, eyes fluttering shut, tongue lapping firm, slow stripes from your entrance to your clit, flicking it with just enough pressure to make your hips buck.

“Sit,” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “Don’t run.”

You whimpered at the command. The heat pooling in your core flared violently, and you dropped your weight onto him with a moan. His fingers tightened in approval, guiding you to rock your hips slightly, grinding into his mouth at a pace he set.

That was what he wanted.

He didn’t need to see your face. Didn’t need to speak. He wanted your thighs around his head, your breath hitched and stuttering, your body twitching every time he dragged his tongue in just the right way. He wanted to hear the way you lost yourself.

You gripped the headboard harder, panting, your thighs starting to quiver. "Kenma, f-fuck, I can't—"

He moaned into you, nose nudging against your clit as his tongue moved faster, more deliberate, savoring every whimper you gave him. The vibrations of his groan made your hips jerk, your eyes fluttering shut as you got closer.

You were close. He could feel it.

Your thighs tensed, hips jerking, and suddenly your fingers were yanking at his roots, grounding yourself as you cried out, back arching. Your body bucked against his face, and Kenma didn’t stop. Not even when your orgasm surged through you, not even when your voice broke from how hard you were panting. He kept going, working you through it, tongue relentless, until your thighs twitched around his head.

Only when your hips tried to lift away did he ease up, licking you through the aftershocks like he was savoring dessert, mouth sticky with you, breathing heavy but content.

Your entire body was trembling.

You collapsed onto the bed beside him, flushed and panting, eyes glazed over and lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath.

Kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gold eyes flicking over to meet yours.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse but laced with quiet amusement.

You nodded quickly, still catching your breath, then whimpered when your thighs twitched again. Your skin was buzzing, hypersensitive, your body limp with exhaustion and pleasure.

Kenma smirked faintly, eyes soft but smug. “Good. You were loud.”

You let out a breathy laugh, covering your face with one hand, still dazed. “Shut up.”

He pulled the blankets over you, kissed your cheek softly, and curled in beside you like he hadn’t just ruined you with his mouth.

Lazy. Soft.

Still your favorite gamer boy.

But now?

He had a favorite position, too.