#keshi

keshi

Playing with Neko-Nyann 🐈 seedance2.0

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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀baby⠀,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is⠀it⠀wrong⠀if⠀I⠀still⠀call⠀you⠀baby?

⠀ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 can't⠀seem⠀to⠀sleep⠀without⠀you⠀lately⠀. . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀even⠀though⠀we⠀ended⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀on⠀a⠀maybe⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀ᝰ

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Soft spot Tsukishima x fem!reader (pt II)

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

You’d been watching Tsukishima Kei from the back row of your anthropology class for weeks tall, lean, sharp-jawed, perpetually annoyed… and somehow stupidly gorgeous for someone who barely spoke above a whisper and glared like it was a hobby. He was rude. He was quiet. But every time he pushed up his glasses with that bored expression, something in your brain betrayed you. You’d thought about asking him out way more than you’d like to admit. Tonight though, you finally do. You catch him by the vending machines, hands shoved in his pockets, headphones around his neck like he’d just taken them off. His eyes flick up, unimpressed. “What?”

You swallow. “I” you take a deep breath “ I wanted to know if you’d maybe want to go out sometime?”

Then he laughs. Not a small laugh a mean, disbelieving huff that stings your skin. “You’re kidding.”

Your face heats. “No! I’m not.” He tilts his head, staring at you like you’re a weird bug he can’t classify. You stand your ground anyway. “Just one date,” you add softly

He clicks his tongue. “Fine. One. If it’ll get you to stop.”

But you don’t stop. And he… doesn’t push you away. The first date goes suspiciously well, The second goes better. Next thing you both know one date turns to four, four turns to hanging out everyday, everyday turns to a month. By the fourth, he isn’t scowling anymore when he sees you he’s hiding a smile behind his drink, looking away like admitting he enjoys your company might kill him. After a month, he corners you outside your lecture hall, golden eyes sharp but weirdly soft.

“Go out with me.”

Your breath catches. “I thought we were already”

He cuts you off, stepping closer, voice barely above a whisper. “No I mean.” He pauses and bites his cheek “be my girlfriend”

Your heart jumps so violently it hurts,

He looks away immediately, ears red. “I don’t usually like anybody. I don’t get why it’s different with you.”

You kiss him for the first time that night slow, hesitant and he nearly loses his balance when you gently tug at his hoodie and pull him in deeper. It gets physical faster than either of you expected. Your dorm light is dim when he pushes you gently against the door, breath shaky, glasses askew from the way you’d been tugging him closer in the hallway. He leans his forehead against yours “I think i have a soft spot for you.. I don’t get why but no one makes me feel the way you.” Your fingers slide into his hair, and he shivers an actual full body shiver surprising himself.

You whisper, “You’re allowed to want things, you know.”

His hands grip your waist, firmer, more desperate. “I don’t think I’ve never… wanted someone like this.” He kisses you again, deeper, slower, a hand cupping your jaw as your lips part. He tastes like mint and something warm you can’t name. Your shirt is half-off before you realize he’s pushed it up, his cold fingers brushing your ribs. Your back arches into him instinctively, pulling a quiet groan from his throat. “Do you-” he whispers suddenly, breath hot against your neck, “was this just some joke or do you actually want this.”

You grab his chin and make him look at you. “I want you so bad Tsuki”

He kisses down your neck slow, tongue brushing sensitive skin that makes your knees buckle. His hands are everywhere; your waist, your hips, your thighs, gripping harder each time you whimper his name. His eyes a golden dark. His breathing rough. And warm his voice wrecked. “Say it again.” You do. He curses quietly under his breath low and filthy and lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you toward the bed like he’s been imagining this for weeks. He lays you down carefully, but his body says something else entirely tension coiled tight, wanting, starving. “You’re gonna make me go crazy” he says, hovering over you, thumb dragging over your lower lip. Clothes hit the floor piece by piece slow, but unhurried. Tsukishima trails kisses down your chest, your stomach, letting his teeth graze your skin just enough to make you gasp. He smirks against your skin. “You sound pretty like that.” His hands push your thighs apart, thumb brushing dangerously close to where you’re aching for him most. You grind up without meaning to, and he makes a low noise in his throat, eyes hooded. “Needy?”

“Shut up.”

His smile widens and he kisses you again, deeper, pushing your knee higher as his hips press against yours hard, unmistakably wanting you. You can feel how much he wants you, burning through his jeans, and it makes you moan into his mouth. He swallows it greedily. “If you keep doing that…” he warns, voice shaking, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle.”

“Who says I want you to be?”

He curses again louder this time grabbing your hips and pulling you under him so suddenly you gasp. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath hot, everything that follows is heat and hands and breathless want his, yours, tangled together. His voice in your ear. Yours in his throat. His body against yours, finally giving in to all of the tension he pretends he doesn’t feel. There’s a moment right at the edge where he whispers “I think I’m falling for you and it’s all I can fucking do.” The way he says it feels like a confession he never meant to let out loud.

He lies beside you, chest rising and falling, hair messy, glasses somewhere on the floor. He’s quiet for a long time before he breaks it, “I meant what I said earlier.”

You turn your head. “About what?”

He looks mildly annoyed but also soft. “That it’s different with you.” He slips a hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers together. “I don’t want this to be just once.”

You smile, leaning your forehead against his. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

He kisses you again slow, tired

Maybe we could try, if you let me take you by the hand ₊˚⊹♡