summary: you buy ur bf a gifted steam deck and streaming setup and he gives you a gift in return.
Kenma’s been playing video games for as long as you can remember knowing him. At his house, yours, volleyball practice, on the way to school, and back.
You wanted to give him something new to focus that unrelenting attention on, (besides yourself of course).
As impossible as it sounded, Kuroo already proved that it was achievable when he got Kenma to invest into volleyball with him.
That Friday after school, you finally bought the steam deck and streaming equipment you’ve been saving up for him. You read correctly; streaming. Kenma wasn’t all too shy about his hobbies but there’s always room for improvement, so you figured streaming would be a great way to up the notch.
The next day you texted him you’d be coming over and he replied that he’d leave the front door unlocked.
Upon arrival you rushed upstairs excitedly, almost tripping over the edge of a step as you scurried, then entered his room, dark and only illuminated by the flashing colors coming from his pc.
You approached him at his desk where you were greeted with a muted welcome and a side hug around the waist from his gaming chair.
You set the dangling black bags covered with red tissue paper down in front of him and gleamed. “I bear gifts!” you squeaked, Kenma’s attention already drawn to the mystery surprise, his match flashing a bright red: “YOU LOSE” on the screen.
He didn’t waste much time throwing the paper aside and staring bug-eyed inside the bag.
Seeing the steam deck made his expression brighten, but the unexpected recording equipment made him blink. “Recording equipment..?” he queried. His confusion only made his reaction more enjoyable.
“I thought it’d be nice for you to start recording your gaming sessions from now on.” You could tell he was gathering his thoughts from how blank his expression was.
But you knew him well enough to know what was in, and outside of his comfort zone. His slender arms gripped tightly around your waist as the side of his face found your pillowy stomach.
“Thank you, y/n It’s beautiful.” His odd compliment about the gifts tickled you a little but nonetheless knew he was grateful.
Kenma reached out and eased you into a seat in his lap, arms shaking to do so, but you didn’t judge considering how skinny he was. Your numb legs sat you up from either side of his own, clothed by a pair of Adidas striped shorts. You towered over your boyfriend, all sweet and tongue-tied out of appreciation for his gifts.
He brought your hands to hold his face. Every time you touched that supple skin you’d ponder how the hell he keeps it so unruly.
His pursed lips always came afterward, you knew. He liked to save the best parts for last knowing that he was some of the best about his work.
Like a drug, his mouth came to the blunt of your collarbone and breathed you in. While being pleased with even the mere feeling of his warm breath against your chest, you felt proud he could be so confident with you. When it came to you.
By now he knew what you wanted and when without having to even think about it.
You cradled the back of his head with a hand and brought him to your face. He instinctively kissed you, but missed by a centimeter and brushed his upper lip against yours. A breathed chuckle sounded from you at the mistake.
You leaned forward to kiss the small aperture of his supple lips, your chest following suit.
He shut his eyes to relax and focus, evident from the sound of his gaming chair creaking quietly when he leaned back.
Just when you were about to go all for nothing, Kenma’s brows furrowed and he unlatched your lips from his by your chin. “Wait…”
He turned to look behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he searched for some sort of server. Said server stated: “No current parties joined” and “Mic off”. He sighed.
“Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you—” he uttered, grunting at the small roll of your hips that’d begun while he checked his mic status.
“What, as if you could possibly make me loud enough” you exaggerated. You knew it wouldn’t be much of a challenge for him. It’d come as easy as it was to get a 5-streak victory in COD for him, but sex always hit different when you encouraged his tenacity.
A faint smirk dared to cover the corner of his lips, until it didn’t.
You knew no words needed to be said to know what he was communicating. Almost like telepathy, you knew he’d accepted your little challenge.
With a huff, in the blink of an eye you were sitting on the edge of his dark, wooden desk, hands splayed across his keyboard and typing aimlessly.
His hands were already eagerly nipping at your thighs with his slender finger tips. They feel like feathers, although they’re so needy for your skin as if to pick it off.
His head leans forward to breath in the scent between your legs, one he found to calm him. He sighed and set off, starting by placing wet kisses close to your core.
You felt like twitching but that’d just give him a sign that his actions were already in effect. Too late.
He watched as the area near your whole beat, almost like it was panting for air from behind your pretty panties.
“Hm, that was quick.” he commented like he was expecting for you to last at least a little longer. And only to his lips? “Sad. Seems like she needs to be taught a lesson—or two about resisting temptation.”
Obviously he was referring to your pussy but him giving it its own pronouns made you groan irritably.
Kenma’s lips didn’t leave and continued its charge on your heated thighs. He lifted your skirt with his temple but stopped when he reached eye length with the new damp spot in the center of your underwear.
You couldn’t see his smirk but you didn’t ignore the instant stop motion of his entire body when he dove beneath your skirt.
Quickly pushing his head away and pressing both your hands down on your bottoms, your cheeks flushed and lips frowned.
“What, do I smell..!?” His expression took a moment to register, then he burst into a quiet choir of laughter. “What? No, I just thought of somethin.”
Holding your waist dearly with one hand and the other hovering closely above the apple of your ass, he thought of a way to word his ideation. “Challenge: I request that since it’s been a moment since I’ve you’ve practiced,” His skinny finger glided up the clothed folds of your pussy daringly, earning a whimper.
“You gotta hold yourself from any noises you feel like making. To make it harder on you, no coming down ‘till I say so, ‘kay?”
Any other day, you’d gladly agree knowing the both of you were cognited with the fact you were practically incapable of doing so. Especially when he puts his blood, sweat, and tears into making you feel good.
But tonight, with the way his eyelids covered half of his irises, a sly smirk playing confidently on those thin lips, you couldn’t resist getting pressed enough to agree to the test.
It was no use. It was like he had the moves memorized in his head! Each one getting you more and more closer to reaching the peak of your high.
Your head was practically digging its grave into the headboard of his bed. Your back repeatedly lowered and shot right back up from his dipping mattress, each time because of the curl and swirling of his fingers into your clit.
You couldn’t possibly describe the feeling. “Ecstasy?” Too fantasy like, this was a reality feeling. Like you were on “Cloud 9?” You sound all too whimsical.
The feeling of him was all too vivid and just there. If you had to give it a description, it’d be that his fingers were almost poking the abdomen of your stomach everytime he curled his fingertips. With each greedy dunk back into your milking aperture, he hit that spot: Your cervix.
You rode his fingers and his only reaction was the focused look in his cat-like eyes and an occasional grunt or hum that showed he was more than pleased with the results of your test.
“Kenma—wait, i-it feels…” An exasperated, rugged breath slipped through your gritted teeth, your hands slipping to hold yourself up. Your legs couldn’t spread any further for him to get every angle he could.
“In the midst of losing and you're still bucking baby? You get odder and odder everyday.” He pressed his thumb feather against your abdomen. Being able to feel his own feelings that were inside of you, from the outside—now that was something he couldn’t describe.
But before he could say anything more, you yelped and a white ooze-like substance began to spill from your hole. The gap his fingers filled subsided the rest from tainting his sheets as well. “…No warning?” he asked with a pout, a little frustrated he was caught off guard from your orgasm.
“I’m sorry. Y-You win, okay?” But the tips of his fingers curved and scratched against you a little more as a reply, until finally, he pulled out after what felt like a marathon.
You moaned at the feeling of finally being able to let it all come out. It resembled the image of a broken washing machine, all of the white detergent foaming out the entrance.
Kenma was busy licking his fingers clean. You could only reimagine him as a cat licking its paws.
“Well, you lost…miserably at that,” he smiled and raised your head up from the board against the wall and brought your body up to his, peppering soft kisses against your ear. “But that was just a thanks for giving me the opportunity to start streaming. Love you.” he whispered, slowly rocking you side to side like you were a gift within itself.
ts has been in the fucking works for FOREVER help (i’m not even done with all the others and this was the first fic i wrote.)
