Kenma didn’t regret cheating, he just wish you hadn’t found out this way.
Your apartment was quiet, the silence occasionally interrupted by the low hum of kenmas’ PC. He was working late tonight, which wasn’t unusual for him, but tonight was different.
You were sitting in the living room, binging some dumb show you had gotten into the week before. You were close to dozing off until the almost faint sound of something being slid under the door caught your attention. Your eyes immediately snapped to the door, where an envelope lied on the floor, curious, you got up to grab it.
The outside was plain, besides “Kenma.” written at the top, you knew better than to look through his mail but a gut feeling told you to open it.
Oh how you wish you didn’t.
Inside were pictures, many of them taken from afar, of Kenma and a woman that obviously wasn’t you. The others were screenshots of text messages, his words sickeningly sweet to the other woman, however, it was the last thing in the envelope that broke you. Ultrasound pictures, words scribbled at the bottom “8 months.”
Your chest felt heavy, this had to be some sick joke.. right? Your husband couldn’t be a cheater. Tears welled up in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to believe it was true, but the evidence was overwhelming. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the ultrasound pictures, your fingers grazed your stomach. You were about 14 weeks pregnant, you were waiting to tell him, you wanted it to be a surprise.
You quietly slumped back on the couch, throwing the pictures on the coffee table. Your eyes were puffy and your throat burned from choking back sobs. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. Kenma, your husband of 3 years, your college love, was an unfaithful man.
You were barely able to collect yourself before you heard the lock click. Kenma walked through the door, exhausted but happy to be home. He was halfway into the living room when he noticed you on the couch. “Hey my love.” he leaned over the couch to kiss you before stopping abruptly, seeing the pictures on the table. He stammered over his words before you finally spoke up.
“How long.” Your voice cracked, not bothering to look at him. “Baby, I can explai-“ “HOW LONG.” You finally raised your voice, leaving him shocked. “..A year.” He finally stuttered out. “But I-I was going to end things between us sooner I swear.” He couldn’t even look at you, the weight of his guilt finally crushing him. He tried to find more excuses until his eyes landed on the ultrasound pictures, his heart dropping further. “I..I didn’t know she was pregnant i swear, I mean, It’s probably not mine anyway!” He raised his voice, your silence causing him to become more anxious.
You wanted to yell, cry, scream, anything. But you couldn’t, your mind slowly drowned out Kenma’s pleas for you to say something. Without thinking, you quietly stood up and faced him, your eyes still puffy from crying. “How could you do this to me Kenma.. To us.” Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach. Kenma’s face twisted into a look of confusion that was quickly replaced with realization. “You’re s-saying you’re..” He took a step back, his guilt crushing him even further.
You didn’t even have to say anything, he knew he fucked up seriously. You expected him to apologize, or even look at you for that matter, but his eyes stayed glued to the floor. The air in the room felt heavy, as neither of you knew what to say to the other.
“I’m leaving.” your body moved on its own, Kenma didn’t try to stop you. You got in your car and just drove off, no clue where to go, no place to stay, you just needed to leave.
Thinking about timeskip!kenma and artist!yn who got commissioned by the game kenma frequently plays, making your husband specifically only play that character😔🩶
wc: 504 not proofread
VERY fluff, streamer!kenma who’s in love, kinda crack? I wrote this out of spite for my friend
Kenma doesn’t say anything when the patch goes live.
He just clicks the update, reads the notes in his usual lazy scroll, sitting on his gaming chair. And stops when he sees your name in the corner of the developer blog that announced news about games:
“New Limited Skin concept that won by the popular artist @ynart!”
His eyes linger on the text, and something small and fond curls in his chest. You already told him you got commissioned by them anyway. But now, he suddenly feels the need—no, a necessity to get it.
He doesn’t need to check your socials to know you probably stayed up late working on it. He remembers the quiet nights—the scratch of your tablet pen, the soft curse when your linework didn’t cooperate. The way you curled up next to him after finishing the render, exhaustion and pride mixing in your voice.
Now it’s in the game. Official. And for real.
When it was released, he was quick to get it. The money didn’t matter anyway; it was your concept skin, your own art.
The hero loads in with your skin equipped, and Kenma doesn’t say a word. But he plays them immediately. No warm-up match, no practice round.
He just locks them in and streams like normal, conversing with his fans and dealing with toxicity on the game (he beats their ass with how good he is)
@——- :“LOLOL so quick to get it”
@——- : “Bro switched mains??”
@——-: “Wait is that the new skin?? Looks clean af.”
@——- : “THIS BITCH IS SO DOWNBAD FOR HIS WIFE???????”
Kenma doesn’t answer. He just tugs his hoodie sleeves over his palms, pushes his glasses up, and keeps playing—a little quieter than usual, a little more focused.
Every time the skin’s idle animation plays, he stops to admire it. Who wouldn’t when your art comes to life; the glowing detail in the gauntlets, the expression you painted onto the hero’s face. Oh how he adores it.
It’s yours, and he loves it.
He likes that when he’s stuck on a long stream, when your studio is quiet down the hall, when he can’t see you or touch you, he still has this. Something you made. Something that came from your hands.
That night, he pads into your shared bedroom long after midnight. You’re already half-asleep, curled up with your phone, replying and updating clients— the blue light casting soft shadows on your face.
“You saw it?” you ask, voice groggy but sweet.
He nods, climbing into bed beside you. “Yeah.” Immediately turning off his switch to be beside you and hold you in his arms.
A pause. Then softly, he mumbles into your hair. “I’m only using that hero now.”
You blink. “What? Are you really switching mains? I mean, they’re really not meta-”
“don’t care.” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. “It’s yours. That’s enough.”
You laugh against his chest, warm and a little shy. “You’re so biased.”
“Obviously,” he murmurs, eyes already closing. “Married you, didn’t I?”
tws & tags ;; headcanons into short fic. nsfw mdni smut. cybersex. sex work. objectification. vibrators + self pleasure. nipple play. squirting.
part two.
GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA who has been watching your content since before you had one hundred followers.
FANBOY! KENMA who, despite being a massive streamer himself, lurks silently in your chat and enjoys your cute commentary and novice gameplay without saying a word. he knows that if he invited you to one of his own streams, your viewer count would likely increase exponentially, but he can't quite pluck up the courage to ask you. (and a part of him enjoys keeping you as his precious little secret gem)
FANBOY! KENMA tunes in to every single one of your lives. he'll drop whatever it is that he's doing to hear that dulcet voice, and see you awkwardly prattle on and charm your small audience with your eagerness to please.
FANBOY! KENMA whose heart would skip a beat when you notice him among your small pool of regular viewers, "hi, kudzuken! uh, i hope i'm saying that right. thanks for joining." you'd say into the camera accompanied by the most endearing smile. he'd then promptly donate $10 to your live-stream as a thank you for the jerk material.
FANBOY! KENMA is repulsed when he looks at your chat to see it overrun by trolls, spammers and perverts due to your lack of a moderation team. a bunch of weirdos online sending inappropriate comments on your body and seemingly innocuous statements that somehow read as creepy. ('love ur smile, babygirl..' 'keep sitting just like that!!!') and kenma can't helped but be disgusted, and partially because he knows he's just as perverted as these other internet trolls. his stare is also often stuck to your tits in those low-cut tops, or the inviting glossiness of your cute lips. he could get lost in those sweet innocent eyes for hours, imagining giving you a tight hug and feeling those soft tits pressed against his chest — just the thought alone was enough to cause a tent in his pants. but at least he had the decency not to type out all those lewd fantasies and post them to a public domain. that had to count for something, right?
FANBOY! KENMA who is disappointed but not surprised when you quit your online gamer gig to pursue a different type of live-streaming. your views were never great and hardly improving, and any subscribers you did have made it exceedingly clear they were only watching for your pretty face or hot body. so kenma couldn't blame you for trying to capitalise on your strengths and explore a career path you may be more suited for — in fact, it was a smart business move.
FANBOY! KENMA who was distraught, but still not surprised, when your camgirl account took off immediately and you gained over ten thousand subs in less than a week of creation, and the numbers were only growing steadily from there. every time he checked and saw your subscriber count had gone up, a small piece of him died. he realised it was parasocial and fucked up to be so upset by you, a content creator, receiving the attention of others, but truthfully, he missed when you were just his little secret.
FANBOY! KENMA figures that even though you were popular now, at least you were doing something that was (shamefully) far more appealing to him. he wasn't able to sleep for days before your first scheduled livestream in your new niche. no matter how hard he tried or how many melotonin gummies he ate, he just couldn't. he was too excited. and rightfully so.
FANBOY! KENMA who almost passes out twenty mintues into the stream. he was, of course, one of the first people to join, and the five or so minutes where you just sat there fully clothed and idled while saying, "i'm just gonna wait for some more people to join before i start.." was about the longest five minutes of his entire life. but the pay-off was worth it. he was hard and stroking it before the show even began, and had his first orgasm when you took your bra off to reveal your pebbled nipples. (but he's proud he lasted that long because he was about to nut as soon as you took your top off). his second and third orgasm came when you started fingering yourself on your gaming chair. he feels blessed to be able to behold your sopping pussy that he's been dying to see for who-knows long. it was more gorgeous than he could've ever imagined. in fact, every single part of your delicious body exceeded his expectations — and trust, his expectations were not low. you were nothing short of a idol in his eyes; a beautiful, cock-riding idol.
FANBOY! KENMA who, regardless of how famous you were, will always be your number one fan. he blabbers to himself about how sexy you are as he cums, he watches all your videos and live-streams and donates crazy amounts of money just to see that vibrator stuffed in your snug pussy go that little bit faster.
FANBOY! KENMA who is an og and can always tell when you are fabricating or 'faking' your reactions. he can identify easily when your clit isn't actually as 'sensitive' as you make it out to be for the camera and he most definitely knows when you fake an orgasm. but he can't really blame you. you've been fingering that desperate little pussy for ages chasing your high but you can't quite reach it and your subs are getting restless, so you just need to cave and give them what they want to see. it's business, and kenma gets that. but he swears to himself that one day you won't need to rely on your weak fingers or some shitty dildo, because he'll make you finish so good and so hard around his own cock.
FANBOY! KENMA that will subscribe and pay for whatever vapid, cashgrab content you release. low-quality nudey pics taken in your bathroom mirror? sold for $20. a blurry photo of you dressed as a slutty bunny on halloween? sold for $40. an upskirt you took when you couldn't afford an uber home from a bar? sold for $60. pair of used panties? sold for $100. jar of your bathwater? sold for $400.
FANBOY! KENMA that will always request private shows with you. his income fluctuates depending on how well his stocks perform or the current trends that denote the viewship on his own gaming livesteams. but regardless, he will ensure to put a pretty penny aside so he can offer a deposit for a private show. during which, if you accept, he'll refuse to show his face. he doesn't want you to recognise him as a semi-famous gamer and put a face to his simp account. he won't give you his real name either but it's okay, he gets hard just hearing you coo his username.. ':)
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
"kudzuken.." you tilt your head as you read the familiar username, "did i say that right?" you giggle awkwardly, afraid you may have butchered the name of your private stream donator — who offered $500 just for this twenty minute show.
kudzuken: yes
he replies in chat, and you smile. "perfect." you murmur, pushing yourself away from your desk and hopping out of your chair so you could show off your whole outfit (or lack thereof) for the camera. "i'm a bunny! hmm— wait, what noise do rabbits make?" you do a little spin, and kenma, on the other side of screen somewhere, was sitting utterly stunned. your 'costume' consisted of a furry grey bikini top, some floppy bunny ears on your head and to complete the look, a cute little pompon rabbit tail. and kenma quickly noted that you weren't wearing any panties, so it was almost a mystery how this tail accessory stayed put over your perky ass.
"i decided to dress as one because you said in my comments once that you liked the pic of me in my bunny costume for halloween." you mused, clasping your hands together as you sat back down in your oversized gaming chair. "so, i thought you'd appreciate this."
kudzuken: i do
you actually read his comments and pay attention to them? was this real life or was he having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream?
you looked like a fantasy, all cute and exposed for him on his monitor — and just for him. your pussy on full display for him. idly fondling your own tits and palming at your cunt lewdly as a performance dedicated to him. albeit, you do show it to other men as well, but not right now. currently, it was only the two of you, and he felt connected to your bare body on a sexual and interpersonal level. the way your eyes bore into his through the monitor and your glistening cunt basically screamed his name. but he craved more. hence, he stroked his free erection while typing out his messages with his other hand.
kudzuken: take the top off
you pout at message, still teasing him by pushing your boobs together as you purr, "you know the rules, silly~ it's an extra fifty for any clothing remo--." and within an instant of the words exiting your mouth, your donation chime went off.
kudzuken donated $100 with the message: get rid of the tail too
you smile appreciatively at the money, and hum, "thank you.. but i thought the tail was quite cute." you giggle, making a playful jab at his eagerness to rid you of your little pompom tail which you thought completed your costume. little did you know, kenma loved the tail too, but he was even more desperate to see how you kept it on.
as promised, you unclasp your bra and make a show out of the release of your tits: pinching your nipples and rubbing them for the camera. you'd even feign a couple of light moans just for him — although, kenma could always tell when you were acting, but he appreciated the effort.
next was the tail. turned over and with your chest pressed against the back of your chair, you spread your ass to reveal the plug that jammed nicely inside your puckered hole, attached to a small rod that held the fuzzy tail. kenma was in awe as he watched you fidget with the plug cautiously, stifling moans in response even the slightest movement.
kenma was in awe, his grasp on his cock subconciously tightening as he increased his pace. he bit his lip from admiration at how sensitive you were in that little hole of yours, and how shy you were too. he noted how you'd face away from the camera or hide your expressions with your spare whenever the stimulation from the toy would elicit any reaction from you.
kudzuken: don't be coy. pull harder.
you sighed. hesitantly wrapping your fingers around the fuzzy part of the tail and inhaling a deep breath, before harshly tugging on the plug. it wasn't quite like ripping off a plaster. no, you had to pull for a bit and feel your ass contort and stretch around the foreign metal as it tried to escape the confines of your restrictive walls. groaning the entire time, body going limp against your chair. "ahh— i didn't think.. ngh.. it would be so— hah— hard!"
eventually, after a concerningly laborious process, you manage to yank it out. leaving it a cute little temporary gape that kenma would pay anything to fill with his tongue. but alas, he's hundreds of miles away and the best he can do is fist his aching dick while you shallowly finger your hole for the camera.
"i've been filming since super early this morning, kudzuken." you sigh, his username feeling a bit strange to utter in casual conversation, but you roll with it away. your fingers slowly graze your exposed ass and pussy lips as you drone, " 'm so tired now. just wanna cum n' relax. think we can do that together?"
kudzuken: yeah
"yay." you hum lowly, lazily shifting so you are sat normally, except you then sling your legs over the arms of your gaming chair, so your entire soaked pussy is on display for him. you rub sloppy circles over your clit while glancing between your cunt and the camera. "my hands are soo tired though," you whine, relaxing your head back, "mind if i grab something to use?"
kudzuken: don't mind
you could shove a lava lamp up your pussy for all he cares, he just wants to watch you cum. perhaps a very selfish an hedonistic view, but his tip is in agony and he just needs to see you writhing in pleasure before he nuts. otherwise, it's physically impossible for him to climax; it's almost a curse.
during the time his eyes were screwed shut and he was begging his body for just an ounce of relief, you had rummaged in your draw and found both your juul and your favourite vibrator. one went straight into your pussy and the other went straight to your lips.
you put it on the medium setting, so the little pink thing wasn't exactly tearing up your insides, but it still brought you an immense amount of satisfaction. like scratching a severe itch that had been persistent all day. it finally felt like you were being taken care of and you could relax.
"mm, that feels so good.." you purr, eyes closed and enitrely absorbed in the moment. hand wandering down your bare body and spreading your folds so kenma could get a perfect view of your favourite toy stuffed into your tight cunt. he could even faintly hear the buzzing noise. "hmm, this is the best way to de-stress after a long day, huh?"
although a part of him wondered what you could possibly be 'de-stressing' from considering you were a camgirl and you probably did stuff like this all day, the majority of him was so deeply involved in the moment that he didn't even have the mental energy to concern himself with his pedantic worries. instead, he drifted off into a fantasy of his own, imagining those slender fingers pumping his cock were yours.
kudzuken: the best
despite the brevity of his messages, you don't take offence. in fact, it suggests you're doing a good job if he's left with only one hand to type with. so you continue, legs spread wide as you gaze longingly into your computer webcam. your fingers rub sloppy circles over your throbbing clit, but for the most part, the pink toy was doing the heavy-lifting and was the reason your face would scrunch with pleasure every so often.
"nghh, feel so good.. want more.." you whine into the emptiness of your room, your eyes drifting shut and allowing your mouth to freely babble whatever cries appeared in your lust-glazed mind. "wish it was something bigger.." you muse innocently, knowing exactly what you do to him.
kudzuken: me too
and the most shameful part is that kenma knows your being flippant and trying to appeal to his perverted desires, but he doesn't care. it just eggs him on further to imagine his cock in the place of that humble little toy — jammed right into your snug cunt, where he belongs. whatever it was: your pussy, your hands, your mouth, he just wanted to feel you somehow.
"mmph, it's so nice to finally let go.." you say as a breathy whisper, eyes entirely shut as the corners of your lips curl into a faint smile, "can you tell how much i've been needing this?"
his eyes twinkled as he watched your pretty hole suck on the head of the toy as it vibrates within you. your walls were twitching yet you looked stunningly relaxed, limbs all spread out across your chair, as your body practically melts into it. your mouth hung open just a little bit to show a tantilising peek of your tongue. what kenma wouldn't give to insert his cock in there too.
his fingers stiffened around his dick at the mere thought, and before long, he had undergone his first climax, making a mess of both his hand and his black sweatpants. but thanks to you, he's got plenty of practise at this and has built up the stamina to go for multiple rounds. it didn't take long of watching your pussy flutter around the vibrating toy and hearing your melodious moans before he was fully hard again, stroking his length.
"mm, i think.." you murmur, legs beginning to twitch and shudder slightly, as you feel the pool of liquid heat in the pit of your stomach begin to stir and bubble. what was supposed to be a relaxing and tranquil experience, was quickling boiling into something far more intense. "i think i'm getting close.."
kenma's eyes light up at the thought, and his hand instinctually speeds up. originally laid back against his chair, upon hearing your desperate mewls about an impending orgasm, he hastily leans forward, engrossed in the screen afore him. paying attention to every little detail: the way your spread legs shake, your pouty and lewd expression, your drenched pussy and the slick gathering by your enterance around the toy, and how it dripped down to ass and formed a small puddle on the seat of your chair.
strands of your hair would fall into your face and poke at the corners of your agape mouth, which you would then have to swiftly brush aside before returning your hands to rub frantic circles on your clit. "ah, ahh— 'm so so close, boutta finish. can i? can i cum? please—" you plea to the camera.
kudzuken: yes
kudzuken: cum pretty girl
it's as though his fingers acted on reflex, effortlessly typing the response in less than a couple seconds, all while his other hand still vigorously pumped his cock.
"nngh, okay, thank you, sir.. i— fuck!" you squeal , feeling light-headed as your orgasm overcomes you much earlier than you anticipated. you toss your head back in pure bliss as your knees tremble and you rock your hips against nothing, searching for more stimulation from the stagnant toy. despite it going at the same pace that previously relaxed you, the vibrator now felt like it was ravaging your sensitive insides, and all you could do was lie there and take it while your cunt walls convulse in defence.
"ahh— shit, i think— oh my god.." you cry, a second heat erupting within you shortly after you reached your high, as demonstrated by the fury of fluid that all came gushing out of you, with such a violent force that your vibrating toy was pushed out. "fuck's sake! nghh, 'ts too much! i can't, i can't!"
kudzuken: please
you scream and writhe in your chair as this powerful climax overwhelms your poor tired body, and all kenma can do is sit and gaze up at his monitor in awe. he is so astounded that he forgets to keep rubbing himself but the sight of your perfect pussy squiriting all over your chair and desk was enough to make him cum as well, and he released his second load across his clothed thighs again.
a lot of his semen dripped right back down his own shaft but he didn't care; if anything, it helped and served as lubrication. anyway, he was far to immersed in watching you submit to a blinding euphoria to care about the disgusting mess he was making of himself.
once you were done and your pussy has squirted out every last drop of sparkling fluid, you were left breathless and absolutely soaking. your wide-eyes gaze darted across your wet chair to your damp computer screen. you weren't looking forward to cleaning it all up, but alas, you sigh and relax back into your chair, "that was— so good. thank you, kudzuken." you heave, cute tits rising and falling with each deep exhale, "nothing feels better than cumming after a rough day.. it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, don't you think?"
you were seeing stars and babbling nonesense, but kenma was amused by it.
kudzuken: thank you too
you smile weakly at the chat reply, "anytime." you hum, slowly sitting up and crossing your arms over your chest, "erm, anyway, i should probably start cleaning up and head to bed. 'm so tired, it's been such a long day. but this was fun, we should do it again sometime."
kudzuken: yes
"well you know where to find me." you titter, reaching forward to your mouse and keyboard so you can end the private live-stream, "bye. have a nice night."
kudzuken: bye (y/n)
was the last thing he was able to type before he was disconnected from the chat. and that was certainly not the last time you spoke. it was an expensive habit, but he'd keep paying to watch you cum before bed almost every night for two months straight.
Being a famous streamer and all, he seemingly didn't have the time to even look your direction. All of his time and attention went to his fans. You hated to admit it, but you were jealous, you understood that this was his career, but God. You wished he had time for you.
"Hey ken.." You walked into his office while he sorted through multiple sponsorship emails. "hm..?" He didn't even bother looking your direction. "I was wondering.. It's been a while and I wanted to ask if we could possibly go out tonight..maybe dinner?" You never left the spot you were standing as Kenma ran his hands through his hair. "Tonight? Don't you see how busy I am?" He finally turned to look at you, his cold stare making you uncomfortable.
"I..I know it was just a thought." Your gaze shifts to the floor. "Hm." Kenma's attention was once again back on his computer. "I have another collab stream tonight. Don't bother me." He didn't look at you again.
You sighed an "okay" and kissed him. "I love you Ken." He ignored you.
At night, you laid awake in your shared bed, your fingers grazing your wedding ring. You didn't know what had changed in Kenma, the sweet shy boy you fell in love with in college, the boy who came over almost every day to tell you about his day, or a new game he started playing, now a distant man. You wondered if it was something you did, or hadn't done, you couldn't even recall when the shift happened. You knew he still loved you, but he never acted like it, or even said it for that matter.
When you woke up, he was gone. You silently grazed the still warm spot where he had been sleeping and got up to find him. Upon leaving the bedroom you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Hesitant to approach you reluctantly walked up to him, hugging him from behind. "Good morning Ken.." Feeling your embrace he leaned into your touch. "Hm.. Good morning Y/n." His tone the same as yesterday. You quietly sigh and walk away to sit on the couch.
"So I was thinking.." Your attention was once again on your husband. "Why don't we go out tonight.. Y'know, as my apology for.. brushing you off yesterday." Kenma walked over to you with a plate of food, your favorite breakfast. A smile tugged at your lips, seeing his sudden gesture. "Ken.. we don't have to." "No." He sat down next to you, his once cold gaze not there. "I want to take you out." His golden eyes met yours, something they hadn't done in a while. "Please.." His hand took yours, his fingers gazing the wedding band on your finger.
"Alright." You smile softly. Kenma grins at your response, kissing your temple and resting his head on your shoulder.
"Let's go to your favorite place."
HI THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS IM SORRY IF ITS REALLY BAD💔
