#sub!kenma

Kenma sits on your bed, legs curled up beneath him, sleeves of your hoodie pulled down so far they swallow his hands. It smells like you—warm, familiar, and safe. And if he tugs the collar down just a bit, he can see the mottled blush of hickies you left all along his neck and collarbone. They’re fresh and dark, some a little messy, others perfectly shaped. He’d tilted his head for you so obediently earlier, let you mouth at his skin until he was sighing and squirming under your weight.

Now, he’s alone in your room, bare legs on your sheets, only your hoodie and his boxers on, and he can’t stop looking.

His phone feels too big in his hands as he lifts it, angles the camera toward his neck. The first picture is a little shaky. He bites his lip and takes another, lowering the hoodie just enough to expose more of the bruises. The sight makes his stomach flutter, blood rushing right back down to where you’d left him so needy earlier.

He takes a few more photos—some close, some angled from below where his thighs peek out beneath the hem of your hoodie, just the suggestion of skin and shadows. It makes his face heat up so badly that he has to pause and press his cheek into the sleeve to cool off.

After a minute, he scrolls through them. His breathing is a little quick, a little shallow. His heart is pounding. Every photo reminds him of your mouth, your hands, your voice. And he looks owned. Ruined, even. It’s embarrassing—he likes it too much.

He hesitates. Then selects the one where he’s glancing shyly to the side, neck tilted to show the worst of the marks, mouth parted. Sends it to you without a word.

A minute passes. Then two.

And then your reply buzzes through:

“You look so pretty like that, baby.”

His breath catches.

He immediately hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining quietly into your hoodie. He can’t help the way his thighs press together, how his hips shift just a little. He wants you to say it again, wants you to come back and see how flustered he is. How desperate. All from your words. All because of you.

He shakily types a response.

“I can’t stop looking. Is that weird?”

His fingers hover for a second before hitting send.

He stares at the screen, waiting, chest tight with something sweet and aching. Needy.

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'You're so in for it when we get home', 'Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby' & 'Enough, please, I can't take anymore!'

Fluff Prompt; 'Sing to me again.'

Warning; size kink, timeskip!kenma, implied bigger!reader (as in height or dick size, it doesn't matter)

Kozume Kenma [Haikyuu!!]

Please, enjoy the event~

"Oh c'mon kitten! You've been playing for hours nowwww" you whine in Kenna's neck while hugging him from behind.

"Just a bit more buttercup. Let me finish this round" he replies, a bit unfazed.

He has been playing for 3 hours not giving you even a drop of attention. He always just repeats "a little bit more". It's getting on your nerves. Guess he forgot who he belongs to. Your kitten here needs a little punishment.

!SMUT WARNING!

Contains: thigh riding, Bj, petplay(mentioning him as kitten), overstimulation, and obviously Sub Kenma!

You slowly start landing butterfly kisses down his neck to his collarbone, and licking them afterwards. You could feel him getting hot. You made a quick glance at Kenma's face and he was blushing :) You knew what you had in mind.

You slowly crawl in front of him and sit on his lap, your legs folded around his waist. You tip the edge of his loose t-shirt and start kissing down his shoulder. You put your hand over his bulge and start palming him, and biting his neck.

"W-what are trying to do? Just let me play" he says, trying to keep his voice stern.

"I am doing nothing! You can play your game kitten" you say in an innocent voice.

He huffs as you slowly take of his shorts only to reveal that he wasn't wearing boxers. You are surprised but smirk at the boy in front of you. You slowly start pumping his cock. Him getting frustrated at your pace. You are just doing your casual pumps until you flick your wrist when it reaches the head of his cock making his entire body jerk, his hips to buck up and a small moan to come out of his mouth. You take your hand off his cock and raise an eyebrow at him. He drops the controller and looks at you with needy but shocked eyes. He is flustered and red and desparate for your touch.

"P-please"

"Please what kitten? Don't ya wanna play your little game anymore? I mean, I am not stopping you am I?" You say in a dominant voice.

"Please j-just touch me."

"You really wanna feel my touch?"

"Yes, please?"

You sit down on the edge of the bed and sign him to come here. He gets up comes near you with a confused expression.

You pat your thigh and say-

"Sit."

His eyes widen.

"W-what- why"

"Do you not wanna feel me?"

"I-do!!"

"Then, Sit."

He hesitantly sits and you suddenly shift his weight to your thigh making him yelp in surprise.

"Now, move."

"What?! Y-you're gonna make me-"

"That's all the touch you're getting for now kitten. Better make the use of it while you can, before I leave you here with your ruined orgasm."

He whines and starts moving, gasping at the touch and warmth of your thighs on his sensitive cock. You grab the side of his hips and direct him to increase the pace of his movements. He winces a bit but obeys you and moves faster. Seeing him moan at every little movemnt makes you smile. How fucking adorable he is, how he is whining for you to just touch his cock but you're still not giving him what he wants.

"Butterc-cup p-pleas-ah~ please! Just- shit."

"Please just what kitten?"

You feel him twitch on your thigh. You smirk and grind your thigh against his cock. He lets out a loud moan and cums on your thigh, dirtying your shorts and hoodie. He slowly rides out his high and stops.

"F-fuck-"

"Move"

His eyes widen, did you just- did you just ask him to move again?! Your smile turns into a shit-eating grin.

"But buttercup I-I am sensiti-"

You hold his waist and make him move again. He whines, tears wetting his eyes as he grips your other thigh with his hand.

"Shit shit shit shit no no no no"

"What happened kitty?~"

He is too busy moaning to reply. His past orgasm making it easier for him to ride your thigh.

You whisper sweet nothings in his ear while making more marks in the places you hadn't already covered.

It didn't take him much time to cum again.

But when he did? His eyes roll back, and his hair are stuck to his forehead and cheeks due to sweat and he is shaking. But inside, he still wants more, he wants to feel your hands, your walls clench around him.

"P...please.. j-just f..."

You lift his jaw up with two fingers and make him look at you.

"Please what kitten?~"

"Just fuck... My..c-cock"

"Louder for me kitten~"

"Please m-master. Fuck me, F-fuck my c-cock."

"Sure thing my little kitty~"

You lay him down on the bed and hover your hole over his cock. You lean down and kiss his forehead. He whines, he can't wait anymore!

You slowly lowering yourself on his cock and clamping down on him makes him cry out your name. You lean down on him, your chest touching his, and moan into his ear making him whine. You then start bouncing up and down.

"This-ah this- is your reward, k-kitten~" you speak in between your own moans.

You slowly keep increasing your pace. Room getting filled with yours and his moans and the sound of skin slapping. Deep and powerful thrusts. You take your hands and lightly wrap your fingers around his neck adding pressure on the side, making him choke on his own moans. You put the other hand on his chest to help you bounce harder on his cock. He is a moaning mess, just as you expected. You enjoy breaking him like this, don't you?

"I-I am c-close! Fuck-"

"Me too, Cum for me k-kitten. Go on cum for your m-master~"

He cums almost immediately as you give him the permission. You cumming with him. It's heaven for both of you. You ride out the highs and get off him. He looks so pretty, so broken. You grab your phone and take a picture of him.

omg wait listen im more of yes i want this character to sub but i don’t necessarily wanna dom but —

kenma’s probably so bratty as a sub youre gonna have to tie him up to the headboard and gag him. like his wrists are tied together, and that’s attached the the headboard, but it’s in a way that he can’t just rest his head on the pillow so his head just ends up hanging there whenever he gets overwhelmed with pleasure and his chest’s just heaving. and gagging him, yes, but get this,,, with your underwear. since he can’t close his mouth and he’s just cryin and moaning and whining drool just ends up dripping everywhere 

you like messing with him before you fuck him. like having him wear a cock ring where it sits at the base of his cock, holding off any orgasm he builds up. you toy with his hole, pushing in your lubed up fingers slowly, pressing against his prostrate, repeatedly till he’s lost all the brattiness and it fades off his shoulders, leaving him a broken, desperate mess on his knees. 

and when you finally fuck him, oh my. he throws his head up and back and cries and yells as much as he can with the panties in his mouth, drool drenching his chin, eyes squeezed shut and a waterfall of tears accompanying the dried up ones on his cheeks. you pull at his hair, grab at the back of his neck, sink your nails into his hips, make sure the brattiness is completely fucked out of him. and when you finally take the cock ring off, finally stroke at him as the plastic cock presses against his prostrate with every thrust, he cums pathetically against his stomach and all over the bed sheets, thighs and abs flexing and ass clenching around the dildo. 

i have a fic coming!!!!!!! its this but in depth and it’ll be longer but yes yes and yes 

pretty obedient sub!kenma and brat!kuroo is a matchmade in domme heaven m drooling and foaming at the mouth just thinking about it... 

imagine kuroo tied up and restrained just watching as you ride kenma. kenma is still so much clumsy and inexperienced so he’s already so fucked out, full gone and restless for you. you have his hands pinned, leaned down but making eye contact with kuroo the whole time who’s so hard cause you’re breaking him into submission <333

kenma is babbling thank you’s and pleases - not really paying attention but doing his best to be good for you so you slam your hips down even harder on his dick and start grinning at kuroo. 

an: thank you for req this boo 😩💦 pegging haikyuu boys >>>>>>>

all characters are 18+ (just like third years)

it had been a long ass day and all kenma wanted was to cuddle with his (Very Sexy) girlfriend while playing animal crossing and sharing soft kisses.

you’d told him that your parents were going to be gone all night—something about a couple’s conference (you stopped listening after that)—and that he could come over after volleyball practice. of course he took you up on that offer, happy for any chance he could have alone with you.

soon enough, he arrived at your door, sending you a quick text informing you of his arrival. his arms felt like lead as he rested his head against the frame, feeling incredibly exhausted. his phone lit up with your response, informing him that the door was unlocked and to just let himself in. he let out a deep sigh and entered your house, heading straight for your bedroom where he was sure you were waiting.

what kenma saw when he got there had his eyes widening and his pants tightening extremely fast.

you were lying back on your bed, dressed only in his favorite red lingerie set and white cat-themed thigh highs.

while super hot, it wasn’t your attire that had kenma whimpering and leaking through his boxers.

it was the seven-inch, bright red strap-on buckled around your waist while your delicate hand, shiny with lube, stroked it up and down as though it were real. you watched him through half-lidded eyes with a smirk on your face as his eyes followed the motions of your hand, his cheeks a bright pink and his hand palming the front of his shorts.

you tut in disapproval at that action and his hand quickly drops as his mind falls under the haze of the intensity of your gaze. you can’t help but smile at his easy submission, motioning him over to your side on the bed to which he quickly obliged, shedding his sweaty clothes on the way.

kenma’s mind is so overtaken by you, you, you, that he hardly registers your wet fingers opening him up or the soft words of praise whispered in his ear. finally, you deem him open enough to take you and gently push to lie him down on his stomach. he resists and shakes his head, leaving you mildly amused and the tinsiest bit confused.

he shakes his head again and flips over onto his back, spreading his legs to give you access to his quivering hole. his hard cock sits hard and heavy on his abdomen as he grabs your hand to thread his fingers through yours.

your heart clenches at the soft gesture but you’re reminded of kenma’s heavy arousal by his soft voice calling your name. you smile down on him before gently inching the dildo into his asshole.

the moan that kenma lets out has you soaking through your thong, your hips slamming the remaining three inches into him. his eyes roll back in his head and he groans, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as your hand moves to grip his cock and begin stroking it.

you’d noticed his exhaustion when he’d come in the room so you’re goal was to get him to come as hard and as fast as possible. unfortunately, this angle was not doing it for either of you, your thighs tensing at the strain.

you place one of your hands on the crook of his knee and press it back until it’s right by his head. kenma’s eyes, which were previously shut tight, spring open at the feeling of the toy now barreling against his prostate.

he feels his orgasm coming closer and closer as you continue thrusting into him, his whimpers and moans growing in volume and frequency. when your hand finds its way to his straining dick, he scrambles for your other hand, holding it in his against his chest. you lean down to kiss him, his mouth immediately opening up for your tongue to tangle with his.

it soon grows apparent that the pleasure is becoming overwhelming, kenma losing his ability to reciprocate the kiss, instead leaving his mouth open and panting against you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, yn i’m so—ah!” his orgasm creeps up on him with little warning, his thighs spasming while his back arches and his cum splatters all over his and your abdomens. you continue to fuck him through it, but once he starts to whine from overstimulation, you remove the strap and cuddle up to him.

you can tell he’s about to fall asleep so you press a gentle kiss to his cheek and whisper, “i love you baby~”