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utahimeow · 1 year

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enamoured — kenma kozume

summary — kenma takes you to his company event, but neither of you really want to be there.

pairing — kenma x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut with lots of fluff, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship

word count — 5.7k

author’s note — this is just kenma and reader being disgustingly in love like its so gross and cheesy pls don’t perceive me

There aren’t many things that Kenma likes to put effort into.

He likes his job. He doesn’t have to do much except sit in his room and play video games while thousands of people watch. There’s volleyball–sometimes he wonders how he played it for so long without quitting. He loved the sport, but god, it made him tired. His appearance is… lacklustre. He probably could do something more with his style, but what’s the point if he’s not comfy?

You’re the single thing he often finds himself putting effort into. Not that you’re high-maintenance, or needy (although he would argue otherwise). It’s that he’s never cared so much about anything in his life as he cares about loving you.

It was scary at first. Kenma couldn’t fathom that he was capable of having feelings like that. You consumed him long before he had even asked you to be his. It’s still scary. Sometimes he feels so much for you that he has no idea how to express it–he’s never had the chance. He tries though, and hopes you understand. Sometimes you don’t. Most times you do.

The only reason he’s going to the event tonight is because you’re coming with him. He couldn’t care less about meeting the strangers who invest in his company, even if without them his company wouldn’t exist. He couldn’t care less about meaningless praises about his success, or being sucked up to by people he won’t see for another year.

He’ll never admit it, but in a way he’s glad you’re too stubborn to give in to staying home. Before you, he wouldn’t have cared about how impolite it would be to ditch his own event. Now he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to watch you be disappointed in him for ditching. Besides, the designer dress he bought you is far too pretty to be left sitting in the closet. If not out of genuine interest, he’ll at least go so he can show you off a little.

When the taxi reaches the venue, Kenma offers his hand to you as you step out of the car–or rather, he requests your hand in his. Despite being twenty minutes late already, he takes slow strides towards the front entrance, but it’s not because he’s afraid you’ll fall behind in your platform heels (he knows you’re quite efficient in them).

Once you make it to the hall that’s reserved especially for the event, Kenma halts just before entering. His face is straight as always, and even his eyes give away nothing, but this is Kenma Kozume. The man who can spend days on end without leaving your shared apartment unless it’s really urgent. Often you’re the only person who he sees for weeks at a time. Therefore, his next words don’t really come as a surprise–

“Don’t go anywhere, please.”

Still, they undoubtedly make your heart swell. You squeeze his hand, stepping closer to him to tuck a strand of loose, half-blond half-brown hair behind his ear. It’s mostly pulled back into a looped bun that you helped him style, but there are stray strands falling around his eyes, making it much more suited to him.

“The only reason I’m here is for you, Ken-Ken,” you say, and you giggle when his nose scrunches at the nickname. “You just have to be Kodzuken until your social battery dies, and then we can go home.”

“My social battery’s already dead,” he says, smug as always.

You roll your eyes playfully, letting your fingers brush against his neck as you adjust his tie that doesn’t need adjusting.

“Well, it’s just a couple hours, and I’ll be with you the entire time,” you assure him, not missing the way his eyes drop to sweep down your body–lingering on the neckline of your dress that’s teasingly low. He chews on the inside of his lip, his honey eyes gleaming and for a moment, there’s clarity in his expression.

Without another word, Kenma shoves his hands in the pockets of his pressed dress pants, waits for you to grab hold of his arm like he knows you will, and makes his entrance. He doesn’t make much of an effort to fix his posture, or introduce himself, only plasters a small smile onto his face and waits until people start to notice him.

It’s Kenma’s manager, Teppei Kishimoto, who finds you two first. Good thing, too. He’s one of the small number of people your boyfriend tolerates, and it’s because he does… basically everything for Kenma. Not in a pushover way, though. It’s more of a ‘gets shit done’ way. With him, Kenma’s learned to regret slacking off.

“Surprised you showed up at all, Kozume,” Teppei says, clapping a hand down on Kenma’s shoulder, charming as ever. He’s close enough to both of you now that he’s become more of a friend than a manager, but he’s good enough at his job to still keep things professional.

“I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her,” he admits and tilts his head towards you, to which you scoff, smiling gently as Teppei pulls you in for a hug.

“Thank you for organising everything. You did amazing,” you say. He quite literally organised everything. From booking the venue to emailing out invites to hiring caterers, he made sure Kenma didn’t lift a finger.

“Come on, there’s people waiting to talk to you,” Teppei says, dragging Kenma towards a small crowd of guests. Gently you let go of his arm, trailing a few inches behind them instead. Kenma flicks his head back momentarily in search of you, just to assure himself that you’re still there.

The next while goes like this: Teppei introduces Kenma to some investors, Kenma introduces you as his girlfriend, you make small talk (though Teppei does most of the talking) until Kenma gets excused in order to talk to a different group of investors. It’s a lot of nodding along, laughing at jokes that aren’t that funny, and business talk. Safe to say you don’t have much to contribute, but you’re happy to be there.

On one side of the hall, there’s a table filled with champagne flutes, so you tug at your boyfriend’s arm and lean into his ear.

“I’m just grabbing a glass of champagne. Do you want some?” He hardly ever drinks and if he does it’s beer bottles, but you offer anyway–a little alcohol might help loosen him up, especially with how stiff he is under your touch.

“No, thanks,” he replies. You nod, giving his bicep a squeeze before heading towards the drinks. As you turn away you catch a tinge of pink on his cheeks which in turn makes warmth spread through your own body and a tiny grin stretches your lips.

Kenma looks ridiculously good–it almost annoys you. It’s a shame he doesn’t put effort into his appearance more often, especially when all he’s done tonight is tied his hair back into a neater-than-usual bun and put on a tailored suit. Maybe it’s better for your health though. You can barely control yourself when he’s in his ripped sweatpants and ten-year-old hoodies.

You’re not sure how long you can keep it together tonight, though. The way his pants hug his slim legs and how his jacket follows the curve of his waist makes you bite down on your bottom lip, wishing it was his skin you were biting down on. His usual garb never shows off anything–his legs, small waist, wider shoulders. The only time they’re on display is when he’s inside you.

With a deep breath and a dull warmth between your legs, you pluck a flute of champagne from the table before sidling back over to Kenma, staying true to your promise.

You’re like a tick the way you stay glued to him, but he leans into your touch–appreciates it.

Eventually, his muscles tense up once more when Teppei offhandedly mentions that Kenma will be making a speech. He turns to you immediately, a hint of panic in his eyes.

“It’ll only be a few words, just to thank patrons for showing up,” Teppei assures him, knowing his client. “Don’t worry.”

Still, there’s not much resolve on your boyfriend’s face.

“Babe, you talk in front of hundreds and thousands of people daily. There’s only like a hundred tonight,” you reason.

“Yeah, but my stream viewers aren’t… real,” he says. It makes you chuckle. He’s told you before that in his mind, he can’t fathom the fact that his viewers are real people. Therefore, he can’t be anxious about streaming.

“It won’t take more than… thirty seconds. That’s all,” Teppei says. You nod your head, agreeing, but Kenma’s face remains troubled.

You lean into his ear again, bringing your voice to a whisper. “After you do it, we’ll go home, okay? You look too good in this suit. I can't take it anymore.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, swallowing as his eyes become distant. The cogs in his brain begin to turn. Teppei raises a brow at you, but he doesn’t say anything. He can’t, not when Kenma, of his own accord, begins to make his way up to the small stage on top of which a podium stands.

Kenma stands there, with his shoulders hunched and his hands tucked into his pockets. He’s not doing anything, yet you so badly wish you were on your knees in front of him.

“Hello,” he says, flat as always. His voice is swallowed by the din of the crowd, but slowly it grows quieter as the guests take notice of his presence, until finally it dies into a complete silence.

“I’m Kenma Kozume. I’m the CEO of Bouncing Ball corporation,” he says. He stares down at the microphone mostly, his cat eyes only flicking up ever so often. You’re smiling like a proud mother regardless, mostly because of the excitement that’s starting to overtake you when you think about how soon you’ll have him all to yourself.

“Thank you for coming tonight, um, I appreciate seeing you all. I wanna thank my manager, Teppei Kishimoto, for organising this event,” he says, before his eyes land on your smiling face. Your eyes, however, flash with want when you bat your lashes. Kenma has half a mind to thank you in his speech–for what? Maybe for being pretty.

He clears his throat, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you before he gets down on one knee and proposes. “I’m grateful for all of your investments and support. My company wouldn’t be where it is without you all. So… I hope you all have a good night, and thanks. Again.”

He finishes with a curt nod, bolting from the stage as the room fills with polite applause. His gaze is locked directly on you, so determined it almost scares you. He doesn’t halt when he makes it to your side, intertwining his fingers with yours and making a beeline for the door with you in tow.

“Wait, my champagne,” you whine, tossing it down your throat so you can leave the glass on a nearby ledge.

It’s a good thing the guests have mostly resumed their own conversations, hopefully too engrossed to notice. Unfortunately you have no doubt that Teppei notices–Kenma will deal with him eventually. An earful from his manager is worth it.

There’s a taxi five minutes away when Kenma requests it outside of the event building.

You nuzzle into his neck, no longer so cautious about being modest. You’re just proud of yourself that you managed to not tear his clothes off in front of everyone.

“You did so good, Ken,” you purr against him, dotting a kiss just above the collar of his shirt.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he says with a sly grin that’s barely there.

When the taxi arrives, Kenma helps you into the backseat and follows you inside. His hand settles onto your thigh, seemingly innocent, but the contact spreads a fire through your every muscle.

When you’re dripping with want, the ride feels like an eternity. You stare out the window the entire time and fiddle with the hem of your dress, an attempt to keep yourself sane until you get home. You wonder if Kenma is struggling the same as you, though you guess the way he dragged you out of his event says everything.

You make it home, finally, after thirty minutes which felt more like three hours. Kenma pays the driver, tips him too, then he walks you back to the house with a hand on your lower back.

The minute you get inside, your hands cling to the fabric of his blazer, pulling his face to yours–until he stops you. Your face drops, eyebrows pinching together and lips morphing into a pout.

“You can wait until we get to the bedroom,” he says, though in the moment it comes out more gentle than stern.

You huff, pulling your heels off as Kenma makes his way upstairs after already toeing his shoes off. You’re not sure if you’re the impatient one or him right now.

You tiptoe up the stairs, to your bedroom where Kenma’s sitting on the bed in anticipation. His eyes light up when he sees you again and he beckons you over with a flick of his hand. Your hands become clammy as you pace over to him to stand in between his legs, allowing him to gaze up at you from below.

You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Every word that’s synonymous that Kenma can think of–is you. Of course, he thinks these things every single day, whether you’re groggy first thing in the morning or wearing a sheet mask with a cat ear hairband keeping your hair out of your face. But he hardly ever sees you like this. Dressed to the nines, all dolled up with glamour.

Yours. He has to remind himself. She’s all yours.

Maybe he’ll hold more company events. He’ll buy you a new dress for every one. Dresses that cling perfectly to your form and sit perfectly against your skin and make him want to melt into you and become one.

Kenma’s hands trace along the curves of your waist as you stand between his knees. He gazes up at you with a softness unlike anything you ever see from him, fingertips moving like he’s touching you for the first time. Unfortunately for him, you’re far too impatient for that. You bend forward, pulling him in by his tie so you can finally mould your gloss-coated lips to his. It’s soft, even as he presses his tongue into your mouth and tastes the lingering champagne you’d been drinking earlier. Already your knees weaken. Your entire face grows warm. His kisses are always overflowing with the affection he can’t tell you through words.

Your hands move of their own accord when you start to undress him. First, you push his blazer over his shoulders, helping him shrug it off before it lands on the hardwood. You’re crawling over him, kissing him with growing fervour, urging him back against the bed as your fingers make work of the tie you had tied for him and then the buttons of his shirt. As soon as his shirt is out of the way, your palms meet his smooth torso, sliding all the way up his chest until you’re clinging to his shoulders.

In return, Kenma’s lithe hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down gently, dragging the straps down your arms. You stand, letting the too-expensive garment fall until it pools around your feet. Kenma sits up, reaching behind you once more so he can unhook your strapless bra.

With your breasts exposed, Kenma’s gaze burns into you. It’s amazing how, even after years of being with him, you still crumble. It doesn’t help that his eyes are so revealing. There’s hunger in the way he takes you in, drinks you up until he’s intoxicated– he hasn’t even got to feel you yet. Lust swims in pools of gold, so overwhelming that you want to shrink, but then your chest swells with pure confidence. You have a man staring at you like you’re a deity, like he wants to give you the world (he would).

He tugs you gently by your wrist and you let yourself tumble towards the bed, where immediately Kenma props himself above you and his lips ambush your neck. You gasp as your lower belly erupts into tingles just from the way he licks and suckles softly at your skin, his lips soft and warm, each kiss telling you the same thing.

You jolt when his fingertips press against your cunt through your panties. He draws slow circles, but not to tease–he’ll work you up, nice and gradual, until you’re utterly dripping for him. Every motion of the pads of his fingers is deliberate, practised and perfected through all the years he’s had the chance to worship you. He’s adapted–evolved, even–to your body, becoming an expert in the things that make you writhe.

“Kenma…” you sigh while his mouth nibbles on your collarbone. And just like that, his fingers dip past the band of your panties, because for some reason tonight he’d rather die than not give you exactly what you want. Most nights he’s mean and relentless, refusing to give into your sweet pout and your wet, teary eyes, getting hard to the sound of your desperate, needy pleas like a sadist (and that’s a conversation he’s been thinking about how to bring up). Tonight, though, he’s giving you everything you want.

He touches your clit, pressing down as he rubs it in circles, still taking his time despite how his body is screaming for him to pin you down and stimulate you until you’re crying his name. He drags his fingertips through your silky folds, along your slit, grinning against your skin when he finds that you’re utterly drenched. It’s only ever been him that can make you wet this effortlessly, but it makes sense when everything he’s learned, he’s learned from you.

Kenma never cared enough about having a partner–too preoccupied with his hobbies–until you came along and decided to worm your way into every aspect of his life. Not that he would have stopped you, anyway. Being his first for everything meant that he never had to question “will she like this?” or “will she hate it?”, only you telling him precisely what you wanted him to do with you, and him doing that, and going beyond it too.

Kenma smears your slick all over your cunt and your entire faces grows hot because he’s so fucking lewd. He rubs it a few more times, then sinks two of his fingers into your hole and curls them up until he finds the sweet spot that has you moaning for him. At the same time, his lips latch onto one of your nipples and his free hand reaches up to squeeze your other breast, and already you think you’re starting to lose your grip on your sanity.

You hum as Kenma’s fingers glide in and out of your entrance. He’s patient, uncharacteristically so, dragging his digits along your walls like he’s only greeting them.

“More,” you keen, twisting your hand into the sheets below you. Heat pools in your belly, and though it’s hardly more than a flicker so far, you’re desperate. “Please, wanna cum…”

He pulls off your hardened nipple to scoff at you, but it’s far from genuine hostility.

“Stop being pushy,” he says, and for a moment his mouth twitches with a grin before he wraps his lips around the bud again.

You can only respond with a moan as he pushes his fingers back inside you, all the way until he’s knuckle-deep in your pussy this time and it’s so good that you give a long, airy whine. Your noises as he continues open you up on his fingers are so cute, he thinks. Sweet, honeyed moans that shoot straight down to his cock. He’s been hard for a while now, probably as soon as he stepped foot inside the front door, and since then his need has been building and building, and all he can think is how dizzying it’ll be when he can finally sink into the warmth of your cunt.

You’re practically dripping down Kenma’s wrist. Every push and pull of his fingers hits the perfect spot over and over, your toes curling and your fists clenching where they’re buried in the sheets. Arousal drools from your hole, slick, wet noises filling the air from your boyfriend’s ministrations. His lips smack as he sucks on your tits, watching them jiggle like a sick man every time pulls off one with a wet pop. He doesn’t even realise he’s moaning. It’s so quiet that it’s barely audible over the sound of your pussy, but the vibrations travel from the back of his throat to your skin as he licks and nibbles on you.

Feeling the way your pussy clenches around his digits, Kenma picks up the pace, shifting his position and now his cock, achingly hard, is pressed against your thigh. He’s flicking his wrist so brutally now that his entire arm moves and your body moves with it against his chest.

“R-right there, Kenma!” You’re panting, your hips bucking greedily in search of even more stimulation–all you need is a little more. “Please, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, unashamed in your begging.

“Yeah? All for me?” Kenma mutters, nuzzling his nose into your neck so he can nip at your skin again–he knows it drives you wild, and it does.

Within seconds, your pussy’s pulsing around Kenma’s fingers and a long moan pulls itself from your throat. Your muscles turn taut, your orgasm washing over you in ebbs that make your legs tremble.

“Pretty,” he remarks, pulling his fingers out slowly to rub your swollen clit. Then he brings them to your lips which part instinctively, and they wrap around them, and you suck. He presses down on your tongue, glazed eyes piercing into your dazed and shiny ones as he watches you swallow the taste of yourself.

“So pretty,” he reaffirms, then slides his digits out of your mouth and leans in to press his lips to yours. His tongue licks into your mouth, lapping up whatever is left behind because he’s parched and he’s selfish and he’s desperate to get a taste of you too.

Despite how your body is still limp and recovering from your first climax, you paw at Kenma’s crotch, shoving against him until he’s leaned back on his elbows and you’re the one who’s above him.

Now that you can see his face, you find that his cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink and his lips are glossy and a little puffy.

“Can I suck your dick, please?” you ask with your hand already halfway down his dress pants.

Kenma chuckles, low and sexy. He brings his hand to your burning cheek and strokes a thumb over your wet lips. He’s not thinking anything, just… admiring. Mine–that’s all he’s thinking. His cock jumps as you palm him through his boxers. In an instant he melts, not just from your touch, but from how pliant you are, how politely you asked him as though you even need permission, as though he wouldn’t destroy the planet just to feel your lips around his dick.

“Go ahead, baby,” he says with the last shred of control he has of his voice. After this, he’ll be a goner.

You scurry to pull his pants and boxers down his legs, letting him shuck them off while your hand wraps around his blushing cock. It’s enough to make his abdomen clench, though he’s always been sensitive. Your thumb grazes his slit where beads of precum ooze out and he hisses when you smear it down his length, gazing at him through your eyelashes as you start to pump your hand up and down. Leaning forward, you let a drop of spit dribble onto him, revelling in the way he throbs against your hand.

Your mouth starts to water at your boyfriend’s pretty, slicked-up cock. You think you’ve both had enough of your teasing, so you’re bending forward to drag your tongue from his base all the way to his swollen tip, flicking your tongue over the mushroom head. It’s all for show–one he doesn’t really even need right now seeing as he’s already two seconds away from releasing all over your face.

There’s a devious gleam in your eyes when you wrap your lips around him, sucking on the tip just a little. He’s gasping, fingers flying to the roots of your hair, and excitement boils inside you.

Your hand pumps him up and down at his base, over the tiny veins that decorate his length. Slowly your mouth works more and more of him every time you bob your head. Tears brim your eyes when you have the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat, eyes blurring with every movement.

Kenma is still, watching you take him down your little throat despite how much it resists, despite how you near-gag each time, despite how it cuts off your oxygen. He reaches forward, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth where a mixture of your saliva and his precum drools. He doesn’t realise he’s got his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a dazed look in his eyes. All he knows is he’d do anything for you.

Kenma tosses his head back. He thinks if he keeps looking at you he’ll just blow–not yet, he can’t. He hasn’t even gotten to feel your pussy yet. He scrunches his eyes shut, taking steady breaths, until all that his mind can comprehend is the way your hot, slippery mouth wraps around his sensitive dick.

The ceiling above him spins as his cock bumps the back of your throat. Heat boils in your own belly, your eyes flicking up to catch his Adam's apple bobbing, one of his hands fisting into the sheets while the other tangles into your hair. His hips rut into your mouth absentmindedly, in tandem with your own as you search for stimulation again.

His thighs sting when your nails sink into his skin, shooting pinpricks of pleasure to his throbbing cock and he gasps. Any longer and it’s over, so he steadily pulls you off him by the roots of your hair, mesmerised by the webs of spit and precum that follow your lips as he does.

“I wanna be inside you now,” he says, a near growl that makes you shiver because it almost doesn’t sound like him. He tugs your face in towards his and kisses you with hunger, fingertips digging into your scalp as he holds you in place by your head.

You moan into his mouth, your entire body hot with desire. “Want you to fuck me, Kenma.”

He pulls away from your mouth fully, yanking your head back just an inch but it’s enough to make you yelp. He makes sure you’re staring straight into his eyes. Wants you to see how they’re darkening. You shudder under his stare, heart pounding, like you’ve done something wrong–you have. Forgotten a singular syllable.

“Please, Kenma. Fuck me, please.”

He gives a small, satisfied huff, pressing his lips to yours again for a fleeting moment–‘good job’. Kenma leans back then, sprawls himself out against the pillows at the top of the bed and pats his thighs.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, softly. You crawl over and settle yourself into his lap, his arms looping around your waist immediately as your crotch grinds against him.

Impatient, you reach between your sweat-slicked bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. Kenma dips his head to your chest, pressing wet kisses to your skin as you arch your back a little and guide him to your entrance, sighing when you start to sink down on him. He gives a tiny groan from the back of his throat as your pussy swallows him, inch by inch, until finally he’s fully seated inside you.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your walls clamping around him and adjusting to the stretch. Being filled with him like this always knocks the breath out of you, makes you hungry for more and neither of you have even moved yet. It’s then that you shimmy your hips slightly and, in one fluid motion, rise up and drop back down in his lap.

“Fuck,” he pants, barely audible.

“Feels so good,” you hum, grinding your hips against him steadily, revelling in the way he pulses against your soft walls.

With your arms wrapped around one another, you quickly start to lose yourself. Your brain turns foggy, and all you know is your boyfriend’s flesh meeting yours, his length pressing deep into you and grazing everything sensitive. Your soft, whimpering noises are out of your control, and they’re music to Kenma’s ears.

His mouth lands on your chest, his puffy lips pressing soft kisses to your tits before he sinks his teeth into your skin ever so gently. A laugh bubbles in your throat, one that’s simultaneously half a moan.

“What?” he whispers, ghosting his fingers along your spine.

“You never let me do that,” you pout, thighs beginning to burn as you continue to bounce up and down in your boyfriend’s lap. You’re struggling to keep up the pace, clinging to Kenma a little harder with each plunge.

“You’re so annoying,” he says, strained, but when you look at his face his eyes are clouded over with affection.

You’re about to tease him again, but the next second, Kenma grasps you by your waist and flips you onto your back, all while staying seated inside you. In an instant your legs hook around his torso and he’s slamming his twitching cock into your cunt with abandon.

For a moment your mind blanks from the suddenness of it all. Kenma grazes the spot deep inside you that makes your back curve off the mattress, your chest pressing up against his and your legs tightening around his waist like letting go of him would mean death.

Your hands snake around the back of his neck, just holding him. His irises are brimming with everything–awe, tenderness, love.

He loves you. He’s not sure about a lot of things, but that’s the one thing he is sure of.

Kenma’s not just fucking you anymore. He’s connected with you, falling into you further and further with every thrust. And he’s indulging–when a soft, high moan leaves his mouth, he doesn’t stop it.

He rests his forehead against yours, hips still meeting yours with a small smack each time. His breath mingles together with yours, and for a moment he feels your soul touch his.

“Kenma…” you sigh, eyes brimming with tears as you grow desperate for release. The fire deep in your core burns so intensely, the heat spreading to your fingertips.

“I know,” he says, voice cracking as your walls clamp down on him, begging him to go deeper, pleading with him for more.

He obliges, angling his hips in a way that lets his cock drag against where you’re most sensitive, and that’s when you cry out. Kenma watches your eyes roll back, gazes at you as your face morphs into bliss, feels the hot pulsing of your cunt around him as you finally reach your climax.

Kenma’s thrusts stutter just a little from the sudden tightness of your walls, then your nails are dragging down his smooth back and he’s giving another obscene moan, one that turns his cheeks red. He drops to his elbows, still above you but now his head makes his home by the shell of your ear.

The breathy groans and whines he lets out send shivers down your spine, and that’s when you know he’s gone. He’s completely engulfed in pleasure, desperately chasing release. He groans your name out in a near-chant, and you reach up to rake your nails along his scalp at the nape of his neck–one of his weak spots.

“Fuck… fuck,” he sighs, voice breathy, his cock ramming relentlessly against your cervix. He’s abandoned all semblance of tenderness now, overtaken by a hungry, selfish urge. It’s contagious too, seeping from his skin into yours, leaving you aching to be filled up.

“Cum for me, Kenma?” you whimper over his ragged breathing, tugging at the roots of his hair. “Wanna feel you..”

“Y-yes, oh God,” he groans. “Gonna give you all of it, gonna make you all mine.”

Then with a few more trusts of his hips and a strained moan, he lets go inside you, warmth blooming through you with every spurt that dribbles into you. His pelvis is pushed flush against yours as he burrows himself as deep as he can inside you, like he’s trying to combine your bodies together. His teeth clamp down on your shoulder, a little harder than usual, as he ruts his twitching cock into you until he’s too sensitive to move.

Only a moment passes before Kenma reaches up to press his lips to yours. It’s so soft that each of you barely moves your lips, satisfied with just the sensation of one another.

“I love you,” you murmur into his skin.

“Love you,” he replies, words that are few and far between for Kenma, but when they come, you believe him with every fibre that’s in you.

Slowly he pulls out of you, both of you wincing, you at the emptiness and him at the loss of warmth. The sticky fluid that oozes out of you is a problem for later. Now, you’re both craving the same thing–to be tangled together. Kenma shifts to your side, still close, still searching for contact when his arm wraps around your waist and he buries his face into your hair and breathes in your scent.

There’s a buzz from the night stand–Kenma’s phone, more specifically.

“Could you grab it?” he asks. You do. And when you pick up his phone, the screen is lit up with a single text from his manager Teppei:

‘We need a word.’

You burst into laughter. Kenma’s grinning. He can’t find it in him to be bothered by it. He’s too busy thinking about what kind of ring he should get you.

dedicated to my hot sexy betas @ushiwhacka and @tetsutits <3

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ilyluffy · 1 year

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𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 𝕜𝕠𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕖 ࿓ 𝕔𝕒𝕞 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ who knew meeting your favourite streamer at a convention would lead to you being featured on his onlyfans

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ cam boy!youtuber!kenma kozume x afab!reader

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𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄. imagine your surprise when kenma kozume announced on twitter that he’d be raising money for charity through his new onlyfans account. at first you felt guilty for the immediate urge you had to subscribe to it. however, you were soon able to talk yourself out of feeling ashamed because of the charity aspect.

if it was for a good cause then what was the harm? you weren’t a pervert for trying to support your favourite creator's good deeds. so with your credit card in hand you signed up to kenma’s onlyfans. to say it was one of the best financial decisions you’ve ever made would be an understatement. that being because kenma’s onlyfans was full of wonders.

he started off pretty tame with his posts, uploading photos of him in his boxers and the occasional nude. things progressed to him sharing masturbation videos. recently kenma’s upped the ante by including cosplays into his lewd vids. your favourite costume being a pair of cat ears that he wore while stroking his pretty cock.

after pressing play on these videos you liked to imagine that he was thinking of you as kenma teased his pink tip. these fantasies were enough to make you cum as you touched yourself in unison with the man on your screen. it was delusional but you couldn’t help yourself. you wanted kenma so bad.

truly, you didn’t think that your dirty little dreams would come true. you had no way you’d get lucky when you bought tickets for your city’s youtube convention. even when you were on your way to kenma’s fan meet up you just expected to get an autograph from the gamer and that was it. who knew you’d have your loose lips to blame for things escalating into something more.

as you approached the table where kenma sat, you handed him one of the pieces of merch you bought for him to sign. when he politely asks who to make the autograph out to you tell him your name. “that’s cute” he gives you a little smile, causing your cheeks to heat up as he writes his initials.

while he’s scribbling away, you can’t stop your eyes from drifting to the cat ears he has slipping on his head. without thinking you blurt out “oh, were those the ears you were wearing in your last video?”.

finishing his autograph, kenma looks up at you with a raised eyebrow. “i wasn’t wearing any cat ears in my last youtube video” he tells you, making you realize your mistake. he was right, the video you had referenced by accident was from his onlyfans account.

too flustered to remain standing there any longer, you quickly take your signed merchandise from him. “o-oh right. sorry. thank you” you babble in humiliation before racing away. nice, embarrassing yourself in front of your celebrity crush. it didn’t get any worse than this.

the rest of the convention was miserable for this reason. no matter how much you tried forgetting about the awkward moment but it was nearly impossible. you were about ready to go home and scream into your pillow in shame when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. your jaw drops in shock when you find none other than kenma there when you turn to see who it is.

“hey. was worried you might have left” he says, leaving you in utter disbelief. what? did he think you were another person? surely he remembered your weird interaction from earlier. why on earth would he approach you after you did something like that? “you don’t look as happy to see me as i hoped you’d be” kenma chuckles after getting no response from you.

shaking yourself out of your shock, you force a reply. “i-i am happy to see you! sorry, i guess i was a little starstruck” you laugh anxiously. “i didn’t expect to see you outside of the fan meet up”.

“hmm, well after you ran off earlier i’ve been looking for you” kenma explains. oh god, so he did notice you retreating like a coward. just when you thought you couldn’t feel any worse. “there’s no need to be embarrassed. i was actually looking for a little company tonight. wanna head back to my hotel?”.

kenma suggestion leaves you in a state of bewilderment. you have to pinch yourself to check if this was a dream. when you don’t wake up in your own bed it occurs to you that this is really happening. your favourite youtuber is inviting you to spend the evening with him. once you snap out of it you accept the offer a little too eagerly. thankfully kenma doesn’t seem to mind, taking your hand and leading you out of the venue with a victorious grin on his lips.

the drive back to his hotel is a blur. you blink and all of a sudden you’re standing outside kenma’s room and he’s using his keycard to grant the two of you entry. your heart pounds in your chest as you walk through the threshold but you swear it almost stops when you see a camera set up, with its lens pointed toward the king size bed.

“what-“ your question is cut short by the sound of the door closing behind you. before you can look over your shoulder, you feel kenma’s arms wrap around your waist.

“so you’re a fan of my adult content, hmm?” he purrs in your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. “i’m flattered that someone like you has watched me touch my cock”. so he had caught on to your slip up from before. you wanted for the floor to swallow you whole but the feeling of kenma’s tongue licking a strip along your neck distracts you from your self-consciousness. “i really need to upload something new. what do ya say you help me?”.

your head is spinning. for a moment you think you might be interpreting this all wrong but the longer kenma sucks bruises on to your neck and the further his hand reaches toward your core, you realize that this is in fact reality. this was precisely what you’ve secretly imagined. wouldn’t it be foolish to say no when what you want is just within your grasp?

it was a good thing you weren’t a fool. you agree to be featured in kenma’s next onlyfans update. once again, things happen so fast that you don’t register it all. the next thing you know kenma’s taken off both yours and his own clothes. actually, the only thing either of you were wearing when he positioned you in front of the camera was a matching pair of kitty ears.

“don’t worry. it isn’t live,” kenma reassures, nipping at your neck as you sit in his lap with your back against his chest. “i’ll blur your face in post. the only person that’ll get to see you is me”.

for whatever reason that makes you feel special. you don’t get to focus on that feeling for long before kenma’s lifting your hips. he lines his cock, which is standing tall by now, up with. you’re whimpering the minute you start sinking down on the dick of your dreams. meanwhile kenma’s mumbling sweet praises to you as you swallow him whole.

“that’s it” he coos, thumbs rubbing circling s over your hips. he gives you a second to adjust before whispering to you. “now i know you’re not a bunny, my little kitty, but i need you to start bouncing f’me. can you do that and be nice and loud?”.

you nod your head obediently before raising your hips. a mix between a curse and a moan falls from kenma’s mouth as you begin to bounce up and down in his lap. meanwhile the camera is recording the entire scene. every time you get embarrassed about the little red light flashing in your face, kenma’s cock hits the perfect spot and distracts you from the rest of the world.

with every single movement kenma’s name echoes off of you like a chant. “that’s it” kenma groans as his hair falls in his face. “doing so good. let the fans know how my cock is making you feel” his voice is so silky smooth as he gives you instructions that you need to comply.

“feels amazing” you mewl, face getting hot as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills your ears. “love your cock so much. wanna make a mess around it and i want you to make a mess inside me”.

kenma can’t hold in a chuckle. damn you’re so cute. he thought you were adorable back at the convention when you let your dirty little secret slip accidentally but this was a whole new level. it was only more proof that he chose correctly when he picked you out of all his fans that day to feature you in his cam work.

“hmm? is that right?” kenma finally replies, hands groping your waist to help guide you along. “kitty wants their milk? alright, i’ll give it to you. cum at the same time as me, okay?”.

you agree, still riding him despite how much your thighs were starting to shake. you’re getting close so you hope that kenma is too. no matter how much the coil in your stomach threatens to snap you keep control of yourself until kenma announces that it’s okay to let go.

eventually he does just that. “fuck- c-cumming” kenma stutters, bucking his hips to meet your own. that’s all you need to allow your release to wash over you. whimpering, you cream around kenma’s length while he simultaneously buried his seed deep inside your cunt.

you wouldn’t have pegged him as the type who came a lot. on his streams it was only a few sticky white spurts but for whatever reason his balls empty more than expected. it’s so much that it starts to leak out of you. naturally, the beautiful mess is captured right on video.

“that was great. people are gonna love this” kenma sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. you’re a bit fucked out so you miss kenma grabbing a remote that was within arms reach. pushing a button, the device turns off the camera. all of a sudden it feels like there’s no eyes on you. it’s almost as if the only two people who exist is you and the man who’s cock is still nuzzled inside your pussy.

“i hope you don’t mind,” kenma goes on to say, lifting his head. “but i’m a cuddler. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?”.

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vampyirr · 1 year

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kenma kinks

who’s next??

oikawa ver

nsfw!

warnings: thigh kink, sir kink, hair pulling, degradation, cosplaying, lingerie

thighs

kenma would love your thighs so much. if he’s eating you out he definitely wants you to squeeze your thighs around his head. there always covered in hickeys and bite marks so good luck wearing a skirt or dress. if your sitting down his hand is always on your thigh. it gets to the point where he does it automatically. even in a non sexual way he loves laying down on your thighs. he really likes laying on them and playing his game. he thinks there so soft and make a great pillow. i can imagine tired kenma falling asleep on them while you play with his hair

sir kink

once your both comfortable he definitely wants you to call him sir. he likes to have that kind of power over you. call him sir and he cums so fast. if he wants head and you say ‘yes sir’ it’s over for you. your throat will be so raw. if he asks you anything and you say sir he gets so horny. if your his secretary he makes you call him sir. he says it’s ‘professional’ but really he jerks off to you saying it.

hair pulling

this goes both ways. if hes fucking you from behind, he pulls your hair. making you throw your head back, he sucks and bites at your neck. even if your giving him head he’s pushing your head down and pulling your hair. but if he’s giving you head, he kinda wants you to pull his hair. it feels good for him and it feels even more good when he groans tongue in your pussy.

degradation

kenma loves you and would never want to make you feel bad but when you told him you like to be degraded he does not hold back. if hes fucking you he says “your such a dirty little whore for me” his voice is so quiet so he whispers it into your ear. something about his hushed voice saying that is so hot. “be a good slut for me and suck my cock” before you couldn’t imagine the very quiet kenma to say that but now everytime you guys fuck he degrades you

cosplaying

this is definitely a kink that kenma has. he wants you to cosplay as his favorite character from a anime or game. if he thinks you look like a character he likes he definitely buys you their cosplay. he doesn’t care how much it cost he’s buying you it no questions asked. first time he’s so shy about it. if he’s really into it he’ll even moan out there name if it’s ok with you

lingerie

beside cosplay he would love for you to be in lingerie. he would get you very cute stuff and maybe even a cat one like this. i can imagine him coming home to you on your bed looking so pretty and dolled up. or him taking your dress off and being surprise to see you in white lace. he wouldn’t even take it off when he fucks you. he looks for ones with a hole so he can fuck you in them. he just thinks you look so pretty. he loves how it looks on your skin and your body

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃. + 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when your high school boyfriend broke your heart and destroyed your sense of self-worth, the last person you expected to mend it was some awkward scrawny gamer and his four-year-old son. video link inspo~

pairing. dlif!kenma kozume x fem!reader

word count. 4.1k

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, dilf!Kenma, ex!Oikawa, strangers to lovers, pwp, but the plot is holding on by a thread, black-coded reader, fluff, kid fic, cheating, toxic relationship, trust issues, Harue being an Ipad kid, hurt/comfort, clothed sex, biting, spanking, spit as lube, rough sex, light choking, finger sucking, underwear ripping, unprotected sex, creampie, slight nipple play, praise kink, whiny Kenma, slight femdom at the end, mentions of pregnation, domestic vibes, eye contact, not beta'd sorry bae | — first anime piece, feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

You and Oikawa had been high school sweethearts up until the second year of college.

You were a headstrong yet deeply hopelessly romantic type of person, the type to wear their heart on their sleeve, which was probably why you had fallen hard and fast for Oikawa’s charming charisma the moment you first met during your first year of high school.

It was also the reason it took you six years to realize your boyfriend had been cheating on you with several different women behind your back since he left for college, and another year to realize he was not going to change after you had to officially let him go.

You discovered that during your relationship, you were constantly competing with other women who were just better than you at holding his attention.

Starting with transferring universities just so that you two could spend more time together, hoping that without the distance, he would pay you more mind or even fully pay the rent to your shared apartment in hopes that maybe, just maybe, he would come back home to you at night.

You had fallen to rock bottom trying to rekindle that light that you two once shared together, holding onto the dearest memories hoping that he would see how hard you were trying to change just to please him.

To no avail, the night you came home early during your lunch break to find him in your bed with another woman had been the final nail in the coffin that buried all hopes of mending your love life.

The first thing you did was kick him out, throwing all of his shit from the balcony window, and leaving him on the curb in nothing but his underwear trying to defend himself. In the same week, you decided it was better to just drop out of college and move back in with your parents, giving up on love completely.

Leaving your bedroom only to go to work or feed yourself, you had settled nicely into the single and bitter lifestyle for merely two years. Becoming an expert at dodging your family's questions that start with that special someone.

You had to admit that you had purposely not been seeking any type of inmate relationship with anyone since your ex. Discovering the still hollowing pit in your stomach seeing pictures of Oikawa seemingly with a new, different , beautiful girl on his Instagram account every month.

You also understood that stalking your ex’s account was everything but the first step to moving on and going through acceptance, but your curiosity would just get the best of you every time you would scroll through your feed and flinch at seeing his posts.

It didn't help that while he was so busy living through his peak in adult life, you were stuck working the night shift, stocking up just to keep your side of the rent afloat.

At the prime age of twenty-one, your life felt so meaningless at the prime age of twenty-one even your parents nagged you about needing to stay out more and for better hobbies that didn't involve staying up for long periods of time with a PS4 controller in your hands.

While most women your age were out doing hot girl shit, you were trying not to get back pain from squatting down to self things. You were lucky enough to get scheduled for the night shifts, only having a minimal amount of customer interactions at the twenty-four-hour Target.

The only people that would step foot inside the store around where you worked were usually guys looking to buy condoms or high school students looking to buy snacks.

The last thing you expected to see walking down your aisle was a lone child taking a look around.

Being in the book aisle, you had half expected the kid to have taken a wrong turn trying to get to the video games section, but to your surprise, the child seemed interested in the arranged literature that was stacked in front of him.

Only being able to reach to the second shelf, standing on the tip of his shoes, reaching for a book, you couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight, side-stepping closer and grabbing it instead to help him.

"Here you go kid," just as you were about to hand the book away you froze at the bold printed title; Wine, Dine and 69 ways to get some: A Locker Room Guide to Scoring with the Beautiful Women of the World. Your smile dropped as your face fell neutral, glancing at the doe-eyed boy that came up to your hip in height in concern.

"Thank you, Unnie," he replied politely, taking the book from your hands with a slight lisp in his voice as his front teeth were missing, not being able to properly pronounce symbols yet still being able to shock you completely in how to handle the situation.

"Don’t you think you're a little too young to be reading something like this?" You ask him with a quirked brow.

The little boy doesn't seem to understand the oddity in his choice of literature, holding out the book with both hands as his eyes scanned over the cover, not fully able to process some of the letters before nodding his head as if he had figured out something.

"Oh, it's not for me, it's for my dad. I’m trying to help him get some." As if it were surprising enough, something about the child openly indicating that his father needed to get laid made you smack your hand over your mouth in the habit of holding back your laughter, struggling to keep your professional adult composer.

"And just where is your dad?" You had just now realized how huge and bright the kid’s eyes were, almost a golden yellow shade as they widened, turning their heads frantically looking around the isle, finally realizing that he was without his guardian.

His lip poked out, his arms crossed with the book between him. You hadn’t got much of the ocussicanal baby fever hype. The need to want a clone of yourself was not really something that you had much in mind since breaking up with Oikawa, ruining your entire perception of growing up and starting a family with some other man.

"What a dick," He spouts harshly, "He left me again." as if it weren't the first time he had to call his father out; you weren't as lucky as the last time out, backing your reaction with a small "oop." passing through your lips before you could stop it.

"How about we go find him before he starts to get worried?" You offer to take his hand and abandon your station, starting to walk down the main aisle towards one of the intercom phones.

You hadn’t even fully made your way up a different section of the store before the kid jerked his hand away, passing by the video game section, his little shoes pattering against the tiled floors before engulfing an older man that was browsing the Nintendo games in a hug. "You said you wouldn't leave me again, you liar."

"I’m not a liar; you're the one who wandered away first." The man’s eyes glance at his son, seemingly unbothered by his frantic state, even grabbing the child by the top of his head and pushing him away to grab another Nintendo controller box from the shelf.

"You're supposed to look for me. What if a bad stranger tries to kidnap me?"

"Bad strangers only kidnap cute kids," he says blandly. The child, taking huge offense to his father's teasing, his dramatic gasp, and head turn, eyeing you in disbelief, made you stiff. Having both of them notice your existence while standing just a few feet away made you stiffer still.

You watch him stiffen up, completely clearing his throat and awkwardly setting aside the controller box before picking it back up once he realized that he needed a new one.

From how easily he turned skittish, you were starting to understand why he needed a bit of help talking to women, to the point where even his son was struggling to find outside advice on how to help his dad score.

That had been your first introduction to the single father, the second time coming around that falling week when you had caught the pair during their day out.

The little boy was chewing his father out in the middle of the GameStop for murdering his Minecraft dog, so in revenge, he made him return the game entirely, claiming to be "scared for life." Then you were able to formally introduce yourself and have since formed a pretty odd relationship with the two boys.

Harue called you almost every day from Kenma’s iPad, just to tell you how his day went or ask if you wanted to come over and play games with him. Much to Kenma’s muttering protest, telling his son how you had more important things to do than come over, much to his surprise, you hadn’t.

During your first visit, you quickly realized how truly loaded Kenma was, meeting Harue outside in the lobby of the penthouse, the kid rambling the entire elevator ride up to the top floor.

It was also around that time that you found out they had been set financially for life because of Kenma’s microcelebrity status as a gaming review channel that harbored around six million subscribers as well as owning a huge percentage of big company stocks.

But despite their being extremely wealthy, the main reason you always came around was that they were genuinely charming because you thought the two had the most entertaining and most positive personalities that you've ever met.

You loved to spend time with the two, enjoying their constant bickering and debates on which game character was better than the other, which fast food place they should order dinner from that day, and even being the middleman on which sports car they should drive just to go to their local game store.

You have also learned that Kenma’s baby momma didn't even claim Harue. The two weren't even together when she showed up on Kenma’s doorstep crying about being a few months pregnant after ghosting him the night after their first date.

Once he had gotten comfortable around you, Kenma was very open about regretting having a one-night stand with the woman, but always made it clear to Harue that he would never change a thing if it meant he would end up being his dad.

As the year continued, you quickly realized the feelings you had for Kenma were more than friendly, and that fucking scared you.

But Harue, being the master matchmaker that he was (along with using his dad’s credit card to purchase dating advice books), would always set up you and Kenma to fall into some scheme that would always leave you two alone and flustered in each other's company until you had gotten tired of the whole awkward talking phase and bit the bullet, leading to a shared confession between you two.

You had to admit it was odd getting back into the dating scene, but you were also a very petty bitch and made it known to everyone that you were practically dating a millionaire.

An evil smirk would always spread across your lips. Oikawa would always be one of the first people to swipe through your Instagram stories of Kenma and you spending the night at a fancy restaurant or view your Tiktok videos of you and Harue failing to attempt some new trend online.

Your lives had changed drastically in just a year of knowing Kenma. Spending another year dating each other felt like a dream waking up next to him every day.

★ . . . !

As you continued to poke and prod at your braids, cursing yourself for thinking the thirty-inch locs were anything but practical for the poor, plain eight-dollar pack of hair scrunchies you had purchased from Target.

Some strands had managed to peek through when you were molding the bun into place on your head with two elastics. No matter how many times you huffed and leaned down, convinced you were going to pass out just trying to tuck them away.

Leaning in closer to the mirror, humming at the sight of your hairstyle, your lips pouting as you tilted your head to the side before your eyes caught sight of your boyfriend through the glass, wanting a second opinion on how you looked.

Swaying towards the bathroom's wide door frame, you gave a small pose that had caught his attention, turning away from the YouTube video that played from the flatscreen mounted across the room.

Kenma’s brow arched in confusion, his eyes gliding down your figure before meeting your eyes once more, expecting him to at least compliment you, your arms failing, gesturing towards your hair. "Does this look?"

"It looks fine." He shrugged his shoulders, his face as neutral as the first day you had first met him.

Since you two had started dating, Kenma’s walk-in closet had gone through a drastic change, his usually neutral color shades expanding to warmer and brighter colors that were still in his comfort zone.

It was like you had become his personal stylist, the way you would have to pick out his outfits for any occasion that was remotely close to formal in any way.

On the night of your anniversary, you had to convince him to take a shower and wear a dark gray sweater vest despite his claims of it making him look like a fucking nerd. You had paired it with a white collar button down that peeked from the bottom and covered the belt of his black slacks.

You could already tell he was itching to remove the layers, already yanking at the neckline of his vest and eyeing his gaming console from across the room.

In addition to trying your best to make the night as perfect as possible, you had to physically peel Harue away from his VR set with the bribe of McDonald's and make him spend the night at one of his friend's house just to secure as much time alone with Kenma as possible.

"Just fine?" you asked once more, earning a side glance from Kenma, his expression now blank as his arms crossed over his chest. You had known him long enough to understand every expression and gesture that the grown man made. You had considered it a curse at this point to be able to understand him so clearly.

"Ah!" you shout, snapping your fingers out towards him as if he were a dog caught doing something wrong. "Fix your face, you're too damn old to be whining about having to go outside." Then, you returned back into the bathroom to examine yourself once more, your fingers flattening the creases in your black cocktail dress as it stuck and shaped all of your curves perfectly.

"Now come make yourself useful and help me zip this please." Your request was quickly followed by a dramatic sigh, Kenma dragging his feet until he approached from behind you, with his hands guiding your hips still in place.

Your eyes rolled as he held eye contact through his thick lashes, teasing by biting into your shoulder. "We don’t have time for you to be kinky right now." With a hitch of your breath, you had managed to distract yourself by rummaging through your jewelry box, eyeing the different assortment of gold and silver necklaces that you thought would work well with the low cut of your dress.

Kenma didn't seem to mind your distaste, only continuing to trail small kisses up your neck, your thighs pressing together, his hand wandering down to the plump of your ass, winding his hand back and smacking it with an open palm as if he had owned it. "How do you expect me not to act up when you look so good?" he whispered in your ear, recognizing the dark gaze in his eyes.

You ignored it, holding up a single golden hoop earring to see if the design would clash with your dress as Kenma continued to fondle your ass through your dress. "You said I looked fine," you scoffed, smacking his hand away.

Kenma only chuckled, "So fucking fine," his long fingers reaching around to fondle your breast instead of guiding your hips back into his crotch, pushing against his erection. You allowed him to manhandle you into place, only sighing as you were quickly wrapped around his finger, caught in the web of his dorky charm that always left you leaning in for more.

"In fact," he hummed, using the hook of his fingers to drape the straps of your dress down your shoulders. "Let me show you how pretty I think you look." Already he had started to strip you, holding eye contact when his hand pressed against the middle of your back, bending you against the cold marble sink.

His fingers trailed under the hem of the ass, yanking it over your ass, exposing your lace panties, and looking down at you like he had unwrapped the best present ever. With the sound of his belt struggling to get loose, you couldn't help but peek at his fingers eagerly trying to shake loose from the metal belt.

The sound of your chuckling reaction makes him glare up at you, yanking the leather from the belt loops and zipping his pants to release his cock, his fingers making quick work of your lace thumb, tracing over the material against your clit before hooking them to the side and tearing them. "My bad," he says half-heartedly.

"I’ll buy you another pair." Spitting in his hand and lathering his length in a mix of your wet arousal thrusting himself against your lips with a breathy sigh.

His hand reaches out to grab around the front of your neck, forcing you to stand with your back pressed against his chest. "I want to see you." He mutters in your ear, a shiver running up your spine as he curved his thumb to tilt your head up to get a better look at your reaction in the mirror.

Your knees are almost bucking into the counter, smacking a hand against the surface to keep yourself from falling forward from the feeling of his fingers spreading apart your lips to press his cock inside of you with little to no ease.

His pace started off mercifully, as with every thrust you chased after the feeling of being stuffed so fully, "so pretty ___," Kenma sighs, his fingers pushing past your lips and into your mouth, your tongue instantly wrapping around the digit as his rhythm sped up into deeper strokes.

The squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin echo through the bathroom. Every thrust Kenma had to hold as you felt light-headed every time the head of his cock would rub against the spot that made all your muscles feel like jelly.

Practically an expert at knowing every nook and cranny of your body, "Ken, just like that–" you whine around his finger. He only replied in a low hum, his eyes focused on your body, entirely convinced that he had known your body more than you did from the way he would leave you feeling dizzy and your legs wobbling from an orgasm.

His hands let you go free as you slumped against the counter in the new position. Kenma raises your thigh up by the hook of your knee to angle himself inside deeper, his fingers leaving an indent in the plush of your skin.

Even before you two were comfortable with having sex, he would always be too touchy. His fingers played with the bud of your nipples, grinding against you while spooning and even forcing you to crawl into his lap whenever you made out.

Much to Harue’s disgust, he walked in many times just trying to find where you had run off to, only to see his dad with his tongue down your throat.

To Harue’s luck, you had a strict "no sex while the kid is around" rule to keep any embarrassing and potentially scary childhood memories from forming at a young age.

But you had somehow gotten the worst end of the stick. His son seemed to have gotten the same homebody trait when he was always stuck in the home office with his private tutor.

After he had completed all his work, he never seemed to show any interest in leaving the comfort of his gaming setup. Kenma was left high and dry, usually for weeks until Harue’s friends would invite him over. Kenma suspected that their partners had caught on to his suffering and were practically throwing his son out when they came to pick him up.

He would always make up for the time that you two would spend alone together, eating you out to the point where you had been begging to take a break from how sensitive your cunt was, or making it a goal to fuck on every surface around the house that he possibly could.

"Shit," Kenma yanked the material of your dress away from your ass, his fingers spreading you apart to get the mouthwatering view of his cock sucked in, his length covered in a creamy white coat from your arousal.

His controlled pace makes your thigh tremble, "you look so gorgeous like this angel." His compliments were almost tormenting from the way he had fucked even the gel from your edges, grasping onto your hips tightly as if you’d turn into putty and slip away if he weren't too careful.

"I’m so close," you plead as mascara-covered tears stream down your cheeks, the tightening feeling building in your gut.

The pleasure was unbearable as Kenma made it a point to fuck you like you were a personal sex doll custom made just for him to ruin. His name is constant on the tip of your tongue, moaning and gasping it like it was your favorite word.

Your legs were wobbly like you had just figured out how to use them, planting them both back on the floor, leaning into Kenma’s front, too preoccupied with being fucked stupid to care about how your hips were smashing into the edge of the sink with every thrust.

It wouldn't be the first time Kenma had been the reason you would find questionable bruises on your body in the morning.

Your cunt clenched at the disheveled sight of Kenma who had been completely pussy drunk, his normally pale skin now flushed a light pink hue.

His eyes squeezed tightly shut, with his canine teeth pointing from his lips as he bit in your shoulder to keep himself from whimpering out your name every time your pussy clenched around him so desperately.

Leaning in and grabbing his chin to place a kiss on his mouth, like your lips were a reward. Kenma’s tongue was already poking from his mouth into yours. His fingers naturally gravitated towards your chest, as if he had found comfort in playing with your hardened nipples.

As his thumbs ran across your hardened buds, you shivered, your cunt clenching around him in response."You make me feel so good, baby," His hands gripped tightly against your torso.

His nails dug lightly into your skin, chasing his high, nuzzling his forehead against the back of your neck as he choked on the moan that threatened to pass from his throat.

"I wanna see your face, Ken-ken," you say, even with him plowing into you. You had still managed to sound so demanding.

Kenma was quick to melt into the little obedient boyfriend that he was, revealing his hazel eyes that glistened from the threat of shredding tears from how pussy drunk he felt. "Gonna cum in me, huh—ah, wanna get me all knocked up, pretty boy?" The praise affected him as expected, and Kenma grimaced at it, even ducking his head away as if turning away would be enough to hide his flushed reaction.

With the courage of a racing horse, he had delivered one more smack against your ass, which you thought was a nice finishing touch, apparently too nice as your end tumbled out of your walls, making his hips stutter, struggling to stay in sight at the sight of your orgasm.

The marble countertops were only being used to stabilize you as Kenma tugged out of you and released you on your backside with a low grunt.

There was a moment where clarity had settled in pulling away from his hands that groped at your ass. "I can’t believe your socially awkward ass just fucked me to get out of going to dinner." You hunched over the counter, trying to catch your breath as Kenma wiped your behind clean with a piece of tissue.

next part.

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dlscenarios · 1 year

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Magic Fingers - Headcanons | Haikyuu

MDNI

Cw: Handjobs (AFAB receiving), Oral (AFAB receiving)

Tsukishima -> Has the LONGEST fingers oml. Loves to tease & go slow. Also loves to go INSANELY fast. He doesn’t even have to TRY to find the g-spot, his fingers just go there on their own.

Kuroo -> Another one that likes to tease and go slow. He’ll go faster when you’re close to cumming. Likes to paw at your chest while he’s fingering you.

Kenma -> Kitten licks your clit while pumping his fingers into you. Doesn’t go too slow but never really goes fast, each time usually stays at a medium pace. Likes to moan while giving you head. When his mouth isn’t down there, his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit.

Akaashi -> At first, he was VERY worried about fingering you, since he’s always been insecure about his hands. Prefers using his fingers to rub your clit instead of using them to penetrate. When he DOES finger you, he focuses on hitting your g-spot the entire time.

Ukai -> He likes to finger you then pulls his fingers out, still covered in your slick, and tease your clit. He doesn’t go too fast, but ABSOLUTELY goes deep.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #kenma kozume smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #ukai keishin #akaashi keiji #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo testuro #kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei #headcanon #headcanons

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Kodzuken's Oversight

Kenma doesn't realize the camera's still on

FTM!Kenma x Top!Male Reader

Request

Series: Smile! You're on Camera!

Contains: Filming, Fingering, Hair-Pulling

Words: 695

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"Hey guys, my boyfriend is here watching me play, don't mind him." Kenma pushes your face away from the camera, not wanting his fans to see you and potentially thirst over you.

You put your hand on his thigh, making him jump. He shoots you a look before focusing back on his stream.

Your hand moves to his boxers, slipping inside and teasing his clit. Kenma's eyes widen, stopping in the middle of his sentence.

"Uh- Sorry. I just remembered something but it's nothing, sorry about that." He struggles to keep a straight face while your fingers move down, ghosting around his entrance. "So- uh, the...um..."

You slip a finger in, making Kenma gasp. "Sick? Uh- no....I- I just..." Kenma eyes the chat, blushing when he sees some of them catching on. "Guys, no- listen...I'm not- uhm- hnn-" He bites his lip, breathing heavily as your fingers hit his sweet spot.

Kenma slaps your arm desperately, knowing he won't be able to stop himself from coming. "St- nn- fuh~" He lets a moan slip out. "No- it's- fuck~"

"They know, love." You whisper, smirking.

A donation pops up on the screen: nsfw kodzuken stream?

You smirk. "Why not? What do you think, Ken?" You hit him in just the right way.

"Aah~!" He moans, ruining his underwear. "Fuck.."

"I think they wanna see more." You pull his underwear off. "C'mon doll."

Kenma pouts. "I don't want them to see you."

"What? Afraid they'll all fall madly in love with me?" You smile.

"Yes!" He frowns.

"Turn off the stream then," You squeeze his thigh. "You can have me all to yourself."

Kenma turns the stream off, or so he thinks. Kenma stands up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it to the floor. He pushes the chair back with his foot and looks at you expectantly.

Grinning, you move behind him, slipping your underwear off and bending him over. "Sorry you had to cut the stream short."

"Whatever! Just fuck me!" Kenma looks back at you, spreading his cunt so you can go inside with ease.

"Needy now are we?" You laugh, easing into him. "I don't mind a demanding Kenma though."

"It's your fault!"

"I'll make up for it." You push in, bottoming out and making Kenma moan in bliss.

"Fuck~ don't even wai- aah~!" You interrupt him with fast, relentless thrusts. "Yes~!" Kenma rolls his eyes back, grinning at your roughness.

You fuck into him, shaking the table and dropping things on the floor. Kenma doesn't even acknowledge it, too focused on getting fucked. "Fuck.." You groan.

"Ooh~! (Name)!" Kenma gasps. "Mo- more~! Please~!"

"Horny little slut-" You grab his hair and pull his head back.

"Co- coming~!"

You glance at the screen, a notification showing that Kenma's still streaming. The webcam is still on too. "Shit- Ken." You slow down.

He whines. "Don't stop!"

"You want all your viewers to see you get fucked?" You smirk.

Kenma makes a confused noise. "Ju- just fuck me!"

"Okay," You go back to your previous pace. "Got anything to say to everyone watching?"

He assumes you just have some sort of camboy kink. "Lo- love yo- your co- cock~!"

"Fuck Ken, you're shameless~" You grin. "You really don't care?"

"Nngh~ no~! On- only ca- care about you~!" He's too out of it to notice he's still streaming.

You grab Kenma's cheeks, showing it to the camera. "Smile!"

Kenma grins stupidly, missing the flashing green light on the camera.

With a few stutters of your hips, you finally come inside Kenma. Your movements come to a gradual stop while run your hands along his back. "Ken.."

"Mm.." He turns to you.

"You do know you're live right now, right?"

He looks at you with a blank expression that changes to shock. "Are you serious?" He asks before turning back to the screen. "Shit.."

"Are you gonna get banned?"

"No...just a warning for not putting an age restriction...ugh." Kenma turns the stream off and slumps onto the desk.

"It'll be fine then, they probably liked it." You ruffle his hair.

"I guess." He sighs, too tired to get worked up about it.

#male reader #top male reader #wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #bottom kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x male reader #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma kozume smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu smut #🕯️kenma #🕯️smile! you're on camera!

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year

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Your enabling so many things in my brain 😵‍💫 Miss thing is probably almost phd level and severely overqualified for the position but Ceo!Kenma's stinkin rich like 'just come work for me and ill pay u the difference' 🥵 and maybe he notices her throwing herself into her work after a particular reunion and he gets some alcohol in her and she confesses that she hooked up with yaku who wants to meet up later and she doesnt know what to do so kenma puts his face between her legs and makes the decision for her OH MY GOD and he's so bitchless it's probably his first time so he's messy and sloppy but thats so hot pls desperate men like virgin!atsumu are so fkn hot

words: 447 cw: fem!reader, tall!reader, oral (f receiving), boss x employee, alcohol, dubcon (reader is a lil drunk), minors dni

"you're still here?" kenma asks, poking his head into your office. everyone had already left for the evening but kenma was sure you'd still be hunched over your desk getting work done.

he was prepared, though, bringing a bottle of wine and two glasses from his own office and sliding a full glass over to you. "i think i fucked up, sir," you mumbled, easily downing half the glass without thinking—allowing kenma to fill it back up.

kenma listens while you drunkenly reveal that you had hooked up with yaku during the nekoma reunion a few weeks ago. he already knew about it, seeing the smug look on his former teammate's face the next morning. (plus lev couldn't stop bragging about setting the two of you up)

he'll admit, he was a little annoyed when he first heard the news. of course, you're your own person and could sleep with whoever you wanted but kenma remembered how horribly yaku would talk about you, groaning about how the tallest girl in school had such an obvious crush on the shortest guy on the volleyball team.

kenma wasn't that much taller than yaku, meaning you easily had a whole foot on him—and yet kenma thought you were gorgeous. every day he'd call you into his office just have a reason to watch your legs that seemed to go on forever or he'd purposely talk quietly so you have to bend down to hear him.

so the fact that yaku somehow managed to worm his way into your pants after all these years, didn't exactly sit right with him.

"he wants to meet up again," you slur, sipping on your wine. "i don't know if i should. he was just so awful back then, should i be forgiving that?"

kenma shrugs. "i don't know about forgiving but if you're conflicted about going out, i can help with that." he kneels between your legs, playing with the hem of your skirt.

even in your drunken state, you roll your eyes but still spread your legs for him anyway, sipping away at your wine. kenma takes the okay to dive in.

he didn't waste a second after pushing your panties to the side, immediately plunging his tongue into the sweet depths of your cunt. it's sloppy—as if kenma's on a time limit that you don't know about. between the curses under your breath and fingers tangling in his dark locks, kenma's making his own noises, moaning at how "fucking delicious" you taste.

by the time he makes you cum once or twice (or three times) you've forgotten all about yaku, his cruel words, and all the confusion surrounding him.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #kenma smut #kenma x reader #kenma kozume smut #kozume kenma smut #kozume kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #🍑#🍑kenma #ceo!kenma #tall!reader

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utahimeow · 1 year

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Kenma having his nipples played? 👀🤤

cw — nsfw content minors dni. smut, f!reader, nipple play, slightly subby kenma

“what the hell are you doing?”

your hands pause where they’re stuffed under your boyfriend’s shirt. he’s leaned back against your chest, minding his business while plays his switch– it’s the perfect opportunity for you to be annoying.

“…touching your nipples, why?” you reply. you fail to see the big deal.

“stop doing that,” he tells you, with just a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“what, are they sensitive?” you tease.

just then he starts to wriggle his entire body until you have no choice but to take your hands out and leave him alone. it’s too late though– your brain is already conjuring up an idea. scheming.

and unfortunately for him, the next time he’s underneath you, your thighs burning as you bounce your hips up and down his cock, your hands wander again.

he’s too immersed, too blissed out from the feeling of your tight, wet walls around him and your arousal dripping down his length, to stop your fingers when they reach up and tweak at his pink nipples. he gives a stuttered gasp as your fingertips circle and flick at them, shooting pinpricks of pleasure straight to his cock that twitches where it’s buried inside you.

you can only grin. you watch his pride get swallowed up as his features curl into something obscene and the blood rushes to his cheeks.

they’ve hardened into peaks now. it lets you pinch them a little harder, tug a little more at them. you chew at your bottom lip at the sight of your boyfriend falling apart beneath you, his hands digging at the plush of your hips that haven’t faltered in their pace.

“gonna cum,” he whines, and not a moment later his cock is filling you up in spurts, throbbing as you milk him of every last drop, shaky whimpers falling from his lips because you’re still riding him.

“can’t believe you thought you could keep that from me, ken-ken.”

#kenma smut #kenma kozume smut #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kenma kozume imagine #kenma fanfic #kenma imagine #kenma kozume fanfic #꒰ love letters. ꒱#꒰ angels. ꒱ — kisa #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — kenma

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ilyluffy · 2 years

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𝒮𝐸𝒳 ~ 𝐹𝒪𝑅 ~ 𝒟𝒰𝑀𝑀𝐼𝐸𝒮

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱/𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: tobio kageyama + tadashi yamaguchi + kenma kozume + takahiro hanamaki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: virgin!characters, experienced!reader, afab!reader, flustered!characters, taking virginity, vaginal sex, cunnilingus/oral!f receiving, riding, creampie, blowjob (m!receiving)

𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀

tobio has just never had the time to learn about sex, much less lose his virginity. it’s always been about volleyball. his sport of choice was always his main focus but now he was older and had new teammates, he needed to find a way to bond with them. that proved difficult when all of kageyama’s teammates were more experienced than him and sex was ALL they talked about. eventually kageyama turns to you for help. you’ve always been there to assist him in the past so why not show him the ropes. he’s flustered at first just seeing your body but when he slips in and his cock gets used to your warmth, tobio catches on. before long he’s pounding your pussy like a pro and growling in your ear. “f-fucking shit, you feel so good”. now he has no problem joining in on the locker room conversations.

𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

recently tsuki started dating someone and it occurred to yamaguchi there, he’s totally unprepared for when he got into a relationship. sure he was a nice guy and had a decent job, all things that would attract people, but he zero experience. the more he thinks about it the more anxious he gets about disappointed his partner by not being able to please them. that when he turns to you, a good friend for, assistance. yamaguchi’s so eager to learn. when you agree to help he listens to your every instruction. yam’s is more interested in knowing how to make you feel good than he’s worried about himself. when you teach him how to eat you out yamaguchi instantly becomes addicted to your taste. maybe the person he wanted to be with was actually right in front of him.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

kenma’s more interested in his games than he is about losing his virginity. even now that he was in college he saw no need to worry about it with his youtube career taking off. then kuroo started bothering him about it. his best friend was always talking about how he couldn’t stay cooped up in his room all the time. in kuroo’s words kenma had to “go out, have fun, get laid”. at this point kenma was only interested in losing his virginity so kuroo would leave him alone. you seemed to be the easiest person to ask for help with it. kenma didn’t expect to love your pussy as much as he did. if you bouncing on his cock didn’t feel so good he’s probably be embarrassed of his own high pitched moans. you have to instruct him to rub your clit when you get close but it’s all worth it when you cream all over kenma’s virgin dick.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

mattsun always got all the action and it was beginning to tick maki off. it’s not like he didn’t see his best friend’s appeal. issei was tall and had a good job. then there was hanamaki, a guy with no experience who was also in between jobs. maybe it wouldn’t have bothered him so much if issei didn’t playfully tease him about it all the time. at this point he just wanted to learn and gave sex so he could shut mattsun up. hanamaki figured you wouldn’t mind lending a hand and you didn’t. it took him off guard how flustered he got when you got on your knees to suck him off. he also didn’t expect to cum so fast but luckily the lesson wasn’t over. “now for level two. ready to actually lose your virginity?” you hum, crawling into his lap. he’s blushing but maki nods. “fuck, yes i am”.

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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kitty, i'm home

☽ 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 𝒪𝒩𝐸 ☾

| pairing: femboy!streamer!kenma x gn!streamer!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI phone sex, masturbation, ruined orgasms, “mommy” reader, “kitty” kenma, pet play, maid outfit, edging, overstimulation, aftercare.

| wc: 3.8k

| a/n: yoinked this from the streamer!oc x kenma x kuroo poly fic i've been working on <3 the context here is that streamer!oc became friends with kenma via streaming games together, and he eventually invited them out to japan where they become an item. reader is planning on moving to japan now, but has to be back in the states for a bit before the move, which is why they're long distance rn-- okay, you'll catch on lol

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It was torture being in a long distance relationship. People made it work all the time, of course, but I could never understand how they overcame the desperate urge to touch their partner(s) at all times when they weren’t close by. Since leaving Japan, all I wanted was to cuddle with Kenma and watch anime, like we had that last night together; or play with his hair as he curled up in my arms when he was starting to wake up; or laugh at him and poke his cheek when he’d get upset about missing a shot in Valorant. I was itching to get back to him. It had only been two weeks, yet I was ready to sell all of my things on whim and move to Tokyo early just to see him again. Sure, there was Discord where we could sit in call every day and night, giving up our healthy sleep schedules just for the sake of saying “fuck you” to timezones; but I had this unbarable itch to grab him, kiss him, and fuck him… Fuck, I wanted to fuck him again. It wasn’t fair that we only got to it the night I left. I should have made a move sooner, I should have jumped his bones more, I should have taken advantage of the fact that we were so close— Ugh… I missed him more than anything in the world.

“Mommy?”

I muted my mic so that I could groan in pain and slam my fist against my desk. I was dying. Slowly. Painfully. It was all his fault. I had to sit there for about an hour after stream, staring at his camera screen on Discord, watching and listening as he whined my name and started touching himself. Kenma Kozume… He was going to be the death of me. If I had to hear him whimper my name on more time, I was going to lose my fucking mind. It wasn’t fair that I wasn’t there. I hated that it wasn’t me touching him and making him break. I was losing every bit of composure I had watching him edge himself for me while whimpering and biting his sweatshirt sleeve. He knew I hated that. I wanted to hear him— I needed to hear him. Hiding his face from me, muffling his cute moans, avoiding eye contact with me because he knew he looked pathetic blushing like that… Fuck, fuck, fuck— I hit my desk again.

“Mommy?” he asked again, this time with worry instead of lust.

I looked up at my camera and unmuted, “I’m here, baby, don’t stop.”

Kenma’s eyes closed as he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip. “Fuck—” His length twitched in his hands. I watched intently as he stole his own touch away to edge again, but he had been one second too late, unfortunately for him. He threw his head back. “Mommy— Mommy— No, no, no—” He wiggled in his gaming chair as he weakly came, spurts of his cum shooting onto his sweatshirt. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as he relaxed.

My fingers grasped onto my chair arms for dear life so that I could try to find my composure. “Don’t be sorry, baby.” I panted under my breath helplessly.

He looked so fucking cute with his face all red, tears pricking at the outter corners of his eyes, his cum on his chest, his cock slowly softening as he recovered from his ruined orgasm. There was no way I could be upset with him when he looked like an angel.

“You did so well for me, baby. I’m proud of you.”

Kenma pulled the collar of his sweatshirt over his nose.

“Don’t hide from me when I’m complimenting you, kitty.”

He practically swooned out of his chair when he heard his favorite nickname.

“I can’t wait to knock that bad habit out of you,” I teased with a smirk.

“I miss you.”

My knuckles turned white as I grabbed my chair harder. “I wish I could fly back early.”

“You should.”

“It’s not worth it when I’d only be there for a few days to tease you before coming back to pack up and officially move. You’d miss me more after that if I did it.”

“You should come back,” he insisted more adamantly.

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to break and take him up on the offer—

“Please, Mommy.”

“One sec—” I muted and looked down to hide myself from the camera frame, acting like I was picking something up off the floor, while I was actually screaming through pressed lips because I couldn’t handle him anymore.

Two days. It wouldn’t hurt to fly out, stay for two days, then fly back. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it. The viewers would like to see us back together again, they enjoyed the irl content we made, and I was sure they’d have fun speculating about mine and Kenma’s relationship again. I’d get to see him again. Maybe I’d even get to visit Kuroo briefly? Two or three days wouldn’t hurt.

So, I ended up in Japan for the second time in two months, even when I promised myself I wouldn’t do it.

Kenma was excited that I was flying in. He called me on my way to the airport to let me know that he was getting ready to have me stay over again— Though he wasn’t going to set up the guest bedroom this time because he wanted me to share his bed instead. I was excited for that. I was excited to see him in person again, to hold him in my arms, to kiss him, to share his bed, to fuck him silly— Fuck, I was no better than a teenage boy going through puberty. I never knew that the honeymoon phase could be this bad.

Kenma wanted to meet me at the airport. He said the other day when I accepted the offer of flying out to see him for a couple of days that he wanted to be the first face I saw when I was back, but as I was in the car on the way to the airport to catch my flight and he called, he shyly apologized, letting me know that he couldn’t meet me at the airport, but that he’d be waiting for me at his apartment. My head was too clouded from rushing to catch my flight on time that I didn’t think twice about it. I didn’t even reconsider it after I landed and took the subway to get from the airport to his apartment in Tokyo. I only realized as I showed up to his building and sent him a text to warn him that I was going to knock on his door soon that I thought about it. He couldn’t have met me at the airport? Was he alright? Was he nervous about seeing me again? Should I have been nervous to see him again? What if things were different since I was last with him? What if we didn’t like each other in person any more? Maybe I’d made a mistake coming back so abruptly—

Kenma opened his door for me just in time, before I could even knock.

I fully expected to see him right in the doorway, jumping at me, cheering with happiness. What I didn’t expect was what actually happened. Kenma, while I was distracted with stepping inside and closing the door behind me, scrambled to his knees in the middle of the foyer, put his hands on his thighs to present his submissiveness, tilted his head up, and pouted cutely at me. I nearly wobbled off my own feet when I saw him. He was wearing one of those cheap maid costumes that cosplayers wore, black cat ears that matched his natural hair color, a collar around his neck with a silver bell and a red leash hanging from it, black knee high socks with padded cat paws sewed on.

He didn’t say anything without being spoken to first.

I knew that even as he was sitting there silently and submissively for me that I had to be the one who remained strong even though I wanted nothing more than to pin him down to the ground right there and fuck him to the point that he couldn’t move, making him my perfect boy whom I could use and take care of 24/7. I nearly fell over again at the thought.

“This is certainly a surprise, baby.”

Kenma smiled up at me.

“Is this all for me?” I asked while reaching out to cup my hand under his chin, earning a cat-like-nuzzle from him. When he nodded, I smiled down at him proudly and said, “Such a good boy.”

So this was why he couldn’t meet me at the airport. He would have embarrassed himself to Hell and back had he gone outside looking like this; and it wouldn’t have been so much of a surprise if he didn’t dress up to meet me at the airport and then come home to change while I waited. This was better. I loved this. I was glad he’d set this all up just for me.

“When’d you get all this, baby?”

I was holding off on calling him what he really wanted for the time being. I wanted to see just how desperate he could get for it. How far deep into subspace could he go without it? How much deeper could he go after hearing it? Would he melt into my hands? Would he stop breathing altogether? There were too many possibilities for me to not play with him!

“I thought about it last night,” he admitted shyly. He tried to hide his face in my palm.

I tsked and pinched his chin. “No hiding, baby.” He knew I didn’t like that. Finally, I could correct him in person. Finally, I could hold him down to make sure he looked at me when I made him feel good.

“Sorry, Mommy,” he croaked.

My hand carefully drifted from his chin down to the collar around his neck where I jingled the bell to see how loud it was— It was dainty and quiet, just like him— and then I wrapped my hand around the leash, drifting down and down until I found the loop at the end to tug on. He fell forward a bit, his perfect posture giving out. His lips parted, a small gasp escaping him, but he didn’t dare make a pathetic sound yet. Not when I still had so much in store for him.

“My cute, perfect, adorable, little…” I stopped because he was expecting it. “Pet.” He pouted with disappointment because he knew now that I was teasing him on purpose. “What? Are you not happy to see me, baby?”

Kenma shook his head vigorously. “Wait— No— Mommy—”

I gingerly tugged at his leash again until he had no choice other than to put his weight on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air, the skirt of his dress riding up a bit, revealing exactly what I wanted to see. Him. Naked underneath. Another surprise was hiding there for me, one that I never expected from Kenma in a thousand years, but I’d never had a stronger shit-eating grin plastered to my face before.

“My, my, what a perfect pet you are with your ears, your collar, your leash, and this…” I leaned over him to take his black tail in my hand, running my touch along it from the plug stuffed inside of him all the way up to the tip that hung on the floor.

Kenma shivered beneath me. He let out a mewl that I knew he had tried his very best to hold back, which made me content. It was too hard to tease him any longer like that. He was breaking, we both knew it, even though I hadn’t even touched him where he needed it most yet.

“Couldn’t even wait to let me get settled in,” I cooed. “You just had to impress me first thing, didn’t you?”

He nodded urgently. “Yes—” Kenma choked on his own words as I tugged a bit at the tail to see how snug it was inside of him. “Mommy—” He collapsed onto his elbows.

I tsked and picked him back up by pulling on his collar. “Come on, baby.”

After I kicked off my shoes by the front door and left my suitcase to be dealt with later, I walked past him, letting him follow me on his hands and knees as I led him through his apartment, towards the couch in the living room. I knew we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. It was too far. I needed him. Now.

“Climb on up, baby.”

Kenma did as he was told, laying down immediately because he was already expecting my next move, which was me laying on top of him, my hands venturing under his dress, reaching up to run my fingers along his flat stomach. He tensed, his loose abs coming forward for me to tease until he was squirming around, whining quietly behind pursed lips. That wouldn’t do. I had to hear him break before I could even think about making him feel good— I’d been considering what I’d do to him the next time I saw him since the last time I left, and I knew that even though all of my plans flew out the window the second he surprised me like this, at least I could still rely on one thing: Making him break. If I wanted to hear him moan, he’d do it. If I wanted to watch him break down into tears, he’d do it. If I told him to hold back his orgasm, he’d do it.

Oh, a wicked thought suddenly hit me.

“What is it, baby? You miss Mommy too much?”

He bucked up underneath me, his erection pressing against the inside of my thigh.

“Oh, yes, you missed me, baby, I know. I’m sorry…” I then kissed him for the first time in a long time.

We savored the kiss, ignoring how I was teasing him and how he was so needy that he could implode at any second, by going slow and gentle, my tongue already defeating his in a short fight for dominance. He was just too easy. It felt right to let him moan into my mouth as he continued to grind my leg; and it felt like the perfect response when I nipped at his bottom lip as a warning to not get too far ahead of himself.

“I missed you, kitty.”

Kenma’s eyes involuntarily rolled back as he gave up completely under me. His body went limp, his mouth hung open for me to hear every sound he could make, his hands on the hem of his dress so that he could hold it up for me, his legs bracketing me so that I could do whatever I wanted to him, his tail between his legs for me to pull on if I decided to.

While smirking, I leaned in to leave hickies all over his neck. “What is it, kitty?”

He moaned loudly. No biting his lip. No hiding his face. No muffling himself. No wordy response. Just… a simple moan to let me know he’d fallen so far into sub space that he couldn’t think straight— Which was alright. I could do all the thinking for him.

“You poor thing… You’re shivering… And you’re so hard…” I finally gave in to what we were both craving: wrapping my hand around his cock. “It’s been torture having you touch yourself for me while I’ve been gone… Isn’t that right, baby?”

He moaned again.

“Having to ruin your orgasms because you can’t edge yourself like I can.”

Kenma was a sensitive baby. I discovered the first time we ever slept together that it didn’t take much to make him cum— But the one thing that was sure to send him over the edge every time was touching his tip. I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d trained himself by accident to do it long before I met him, or if he always neglected that part of his body and I happened to find out that it was his spot. I supposed it didn’t matter. All I knew for sure was that I had to avoid it until he was ready to fall over the edge, or else he’d cum too early. But the poor thing was so desperate for me as I slid my hand up and down his shaft— He was still clenching his entire body for dear life, his eyes were screwed shut, and his hands were grabbing onto my hips so hard I thought his nails would leave indents on my skin.

There was just enough of his chest showing above the collar of his dress for me to leave one last hickey between his pecs before I kissed his lips again, then I sat up entirely. I got a good look at him as my hand continued to slowly work on his twitching length.

“Look at yourself, baby,” I tsked. “It took nothing to break you this time.” My other hand found where the plug inside of him met the fluff of his long tail. “Your face is all pink. Are you embarrassed?”

He shook his head while panting.

“No? Good…” I smiled and pulled his plug out a bit. “Kitties don’t get shy on their Mommies.” I watched with fascination as his tight hole stretched around the widest part of the plug. “They do the cutest, most pathetic things imaginable…” I pushed the plug back in, Kenma arching his back and moaning my name as I did so. “And then they let their Mommies take care of them accordingly.” I twisted and tilted the plug to reach spots inside of him that he’d likely been dreaming about since I left. “What were you expecting when you did this for me, kitty? A reward? Maybe a punishment?” He grabbed my wrist to get me to stop touching his cock because he was close and I was too distracted by his tail to notice. “Good boy.”

“Fuck—” He slumped against the couch with a sigh as his edge passed.

“You wanted to be rewarded. You went out, bought all of these embarrassing things for me, then put them on, dolled yourself up to look perfect, and you waited by the door like pets do.” I started moving my hand again. “Did you touch yourself while you waited for me?”

“No— No, no, no, no, Mommy, I promise, I didn’t—” He was too far gone to be coherent, honestly.

“Are you sure?”

“I promise— I— I promise— Mommy—”

I was so inclined to believe him, but he was already too close to cumming for him to have been patiently waiting by that entire time. But I also didn’t want to punish him… He looked too cute for that… And I’d been waiting too long to see him for me to torture him right off the bat. Him lying to me would have to be put on the back burner for now.

“My good kitty.” I shimmied down so that I could kiss his thigh. He shaved for me… He smelled like lotion, too, so he must have bought something new for me. “Tell me, baby, do you wanna cum for Mommy?”

He nodded nervously.

“How do you earn it?”

“Mo- Mo— Mommy—” Kenma tried his best to put all the words together for me, but I was working his length fast now, practically encouraging him to break my rules, all the while I was using my lips and tongue to tease his sensitive and shaky legs. “Please— Ple— Please—” He squirmed left and right to try to get away from me because he was right there, yet he hadn’t earned it. “Please! Fuck! Mommy! Please, may I— May I—”

“You’re so close to getting it right, kitty. You can do it.”

That gave him the final push he needed. With one heavy breath and a pathetic, high pitched whine, he cried out, “Please, Mommy, may I cum for you?”

I smiled wide in victory. “Go on, kitty.”

With my hand working his length, my thumb finally swiping over his tip, my other hand working the tail in and out of his hole, and my lips kissing the inside of his thighs, Kenma came. He was so overwhelmed that he unintentionally put his hands up like paws over his face. I didn’t stop him this time. So long as he continued to whine like that as he worked through his orgasm, I was in heaven.

His toes curled next to me as he finished leaking everything he had stored away since I left Japan last time; so I took pity on him, choosing to give him a break rather than overstim him like I usually did. The hand I had on his tail drifted down to the cat paws that were sewed onto his feet. I pressed on them carefully until his toes relaxed. The rest of his body followed suit shortly after when I took my hand off his length and flipped his dress down.

“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek.

“Th- Thank you— Thank you, Mommy.”

I reached out to pull the ears off his head so that I could brush my fingers through his hair to get the sweaty strands off his face. He melted like a cat that was being scratched between the ears.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

I kissed him one more time before escaping his legs that were tangled around me.

“Soda,” he requested.

I shook my head. “Water.”

“Soda!”

“Water first. Soda later when you’re better.”

When I returned to the couch with a glass of water and a rag, Kenma stayed put so that I could sit next to him while tilting his head up and pressing the lip of the cup to his mouth so that he could take gentle sips. When he was ready, he sat up by himself. He took the cup from me to continue drinking the rest of it as I cleaned the cum off of his chest, thighs, and off his dress. The plug would have to cum out later when he was ready. I’d wash his costume with my clothes I wore in the airport. I’d have to clean his toys for him while he’d nap before stream.

I kissed his forehead. “I missed you, kitty.”

He nuzzled me. “I missed you, Mommy.”

I decided then and there that two days wasn’t going to be enough. Someone I trusted would have to go to my place back in the States to sell everything because there was no way in hell I’d be able to leave Kenma again— Not when he was curling up in my lap like a cat would. He was ready to rest as he came out of subspace, and I was ready to hold him in my arms until we were sick of each other.

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