— GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA 3
tws & tags ;; nsfw. camgirl! reader. live filming, objectification, mentions of stalking, mentions of virginity, vaginal, anal, fingering, oral (f! receiving), body worship, praise, nipple play, degradation, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms & overstimulation. wc ;; ~8.7k part one ;; part two
"huh, it's strange you know that, though. considering the only people who know about that costume are my friends, and the fifteen people who bought the pictures off my account." shit.
GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA who freezes up instantly after he lets it slip that he's secretly been a fan of yours this whole time, despite pretending as though he wasn't familiar with your content.
FANBOY! KENMA who doesn't miss a beat in taking his leave. as soon as his internal panic and stunned stillness dissipates enough to allow him to move, he immediately rushes out of your bed and scrambles for the door, muttering about 'needing some air' and 'i'll be right back' while throwing his shoes on and grabbing his car keys.
FANBOY! KENMA who, needless to say, did not come right back. in fact, he hopped into his vehicle and sped off at tokyo drift level speeds.
FANBOY! KENMA realises by the time he gets home that he reacted in the worst possible way to that situation. surely there could've been a way to save that and feign as though he knew that information from some other source besides your OF. or act like he was confused and in fact thinking of a friend who went as a bunny for halloween. something like that could've worked. but no, he had to default to the most awkward and humiliating reaction possible and hence basically affirm the notion that he is guilty of being a down-bad fanboy of yours.
FANBOY! KENMA shuts himself in is house and mentally berates himself for weeks upon weeks for fumbling such a golden opportunity. he literally had the girl of dreams in bed with him.. sitting on his face, ready for several round of videoed sex, and he just threw it all away because he couldn't keep up his mouth shut.
FANBOY! KENMA at certain low points considers messaging you. apologise for misleading you; maybe even ask if him being a fan of your content was really a deal-breaker for you because if not, then things might be able to work out. but he knew that would be pointless. he broke your trust by not disclosing that he was a fan of yours before you two met up. it would probably just be insulting and downright humiliating for him to ask for confirmation of that fact.
FANBOY! KENMA sulks in his house for weeks, and eventually decides that the only way to free himself from these shackles of shame is to delete his gooner account.... but before he does that, he just wants to skim through your page a couple times so he can download some of his favourite stuff. because yes, he does finally feel ready to try and move on from you. but equally, he's paid a lot of money for different private shows so letting that all go to waste without at least downloading a back-up copy first would be disrespectful of your time and effort, quite frankly.
FANBOY! KENMA sits in his gaming chair for hours on end in his dimly lit room, binge watching his favourite clips and livestreams of yours while stroking his cock. he subconsciously finds himself rubbing it at the same pace as you, and readying himself to climax in tandem with yours.
FANBOY! KENMA seldom blinks in front of the screen as your perfect pussy swallows and spit out the dildo strapped to your chair over and over. it was hot to watch it before; the way your body shakes and the struggle is clear in your voice when you sink down on the large toy. but now the pleasure was unreal, knowing that he's been in that tight, pretty pussy before. as his hand drags over his length, he tries his best to imagine and recreate that sensation — the sensation of being enveloped and choked by your hole. he misses it.
FANBOY! KENMA has to re-watch old content. he's already seen this clip of you squirting so hard that the entire camera goes blurry about thirty times, but you've not posted anything new since he ran out of your place. plus, your reaction is priceless and never gets old — you're cute gasp when you realise what's happened, and the shocked expression you still wear that comes into focus after you clean the camera lense. the awkward snicker afterwards. just so wholesome.
FANBOY! KENMA who is jerking off to another one of another one of your streams, about to cum all over his monitor as he watches your ass bounce in a maid costume, when the doorbell rings. despite being right on the edge, he pauses and groans as he gets up, assuming it's a delivery driver who needs a signature.
FANBOY! KENMA who freezes up once again when he opens the door to see you stood on the other side.
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"kenma?" you tilt our head, a smile ghosting on your lips. not from happiness to see him, rather just relief that you got the right address.
he stares at you, wide-eyed, for a few moments. like a deer caught in headlights, and his heart is racing like one too. eventually, he is able to stammer out from the back of his throat, "y-yeah." he inhales sharply, and when he has mentally assured himself that you are not some sort of guilt-induced hallucination, he gulps, "what're you doing here?"
he tries to keep his eyes trained to your face, he really does. he doesn't want to give you any more reasons to believe he's a perv. still, he can't help his eyes wandering. once they've soaked in your cute face, the fall to your clothes: you're wearing an oversized hoodie that you are practically swimming in. it's not very sensual and doesn't show off your curves or cute tits but you still look so cute. his breath almost hitches as well when he realises you've not got anything on your bottom half; no skirt or trousers, just the hoodie which stops just under the curve of your ass.
so risqué. it only takes a strong breeze or a moment of clumsiness for whats underneath to be fully exposed. granted, he didn't know what you had on underneath. it could be anything: regular panties, a thong, boy shorts, a g-string or maybe even full commando. alas, it was most likely shorts but in his degenerate mind, under that oversized hoodie is your bare pussy and that tight, sweet hole that is dripping and begging for him.
"i-" you open your mouth to say something, then it instinctively scrunches up as you blurt out, "sorry, i know it's super weird of me to show up to your house announced like this. i tried to reach out to you on twitter but it has been taken down, then i tried your—" you falter, "—other account, but you deleted it." the last few sentences flew off your tongue in one breath so you pause to inhale sharply and catch your breath before continuing, "but if you're not comfortable with me being here, i can leave. i just wanted to talk to you."
hm, apparently he has been so busy self-loathing over the past few days that he didn't know twitter suspended his account. sounds about right. his shoulders are tense but they've eased up now that he can see you're almost as nervous as he is. "erm, we can talk. come in." he says bluntly, moving out of the way to let you.
unable to process how normal he's being about this, there's a pause before you stagger forward and into his large home. the floor are marble and everything is surprisingly modern and pleasantly fragranced; a subtle amber and sandalwood grace the space, as you're lead into his front lounge.
the couch is deceptively large, with a few seated all positioned around a glass top coffee table; this much seating would lead you to believe he frequently entertains large quantities of guests. which is not the case. regardless, he invited you to sit on the sofa while he takes a seat on the nearby chair, turning it around to face you.
the material beneath you is distractingly soft — is that cashmere? — you can't help but feel an tinge of jealousy at his luxurious lifestyle. but you are abruptly cut off from fantasising about living in his home, when kenma asks, "uhm, how did you find my address?"
"i'll tell you, but promise you won't think i'm a stalker."
he subtly raises an eyebrow. what kenma wanted to say in that moment was 'i bought a pair of your used underwear, jacked off to the smell and shot a load into them. i also own a tub of your bathwater. if anyone here could be considered a stalker, it's me.' but he figured that was too forward and probably not helpful to his objective of making you like him again, so instead he said, "i won't."
"okay.." you grimace, not sure how truthful he is being but figuring that honesty is the best policy anyway, "i remembered you bought some— stuff from me, a couple times. and whenever i take the parcels to the post office to be send, i always take a picture of it with the shipping label on, so that if it breaks or gets lost during transit i can prove that it was in good condition when i posted it. so looked back through all the photos and i found the one with your username and shipping address on it."
"how.." he trails off, "nevermind." he was going to ask how you were able to connect his username to him, but he recalled that you mentioned only 15 people bought your exclusive halloween pics, and of those 15 usernames it probably wasn't hard to connect 'kudzuken' to 'kuzome kenma'.
you awkwardly fidget with your fingers, eyes locked to your hands as you were far too embarrassed to make eye contact, "if you want to kick me out of your house, feel free."
once it again, he almost found it amusing that you were acting as though you were the freak for figuring out his address, when he is the one who pays for nude photos of you and jerks himself off to your videos. a smile dusts his lips but you don't look at him to notice, "i'm not going to kick you out."
"good." you sigh gently, finally finding the courage to meet his severe, amber gaze.
"i thought you'd be grossed out by what i said last time." now its his turn to let his eyes sheepishly drift to the side, softening his voice, "so why are you here?"
"not gonna lie, i kinda was grossed out at first." you admit, and kenma almost winces at this, "i was strange because i was under the impression that you didn't know who i was, but then it turns out you've been a big fan of mine and just hid that fact. i felt, like, weird, knowing i slept with a fan. and it made me question your motivation for reaching out to me in the first place."
"sorry.." he turns back to look at you, with a sincere tilt in his eyes, "about that."
you exchange a sympathetic look with him and say, "well, the more i thought about i realised that i enjoyed hanging out with you. i went back and edited the footage we got, and i had a really fun time filming with y—."
"di— did you post it?" kenma blurts out, eyes widened and heart jumping as you mention editing the video. he totally forgot about that; at the time he was more than happy to through away his youtube career for you, but he at least wanted to be around when the video dropped. he's been disconnected from social media and the online world for a few weeks now and it's fully possible that he may have made his debut as a pornstar and not even have known it.
"no, i didn't. i didn't want to post it if we weren't on good terms and without letting you review the finished product first." you explain calmly.
"oh, good." his hair, previous stood on ends, settled and his posture visibly relaxes. "sorry for interrupting."
"i was just saying that i think you're a sincere person. and i don't think you tried to maliciously fool me. i understand wanting to keep your professional and.. personal life separate." you consider your words very carefully as you speak, reflected in your cadence. "plus, i watched some of your old videos and, honestly, i think i just have a soft spot for you. we have a lot in common; you play a lot of the games i love." you laugh to yourself, "actually, i don't know if you know this but i used to be a video game streamer too. and i played a lot of the same games as you."
kenma opens his mouth then snaps it shut. his knee-jerk reaction is to deny any knowledge pertaining to your initial video game streaming career, in order to avoid seeming like more of a weirdo fanboy than he already does. however, after this whole interaction and principle of the situation, he decides to be honest and admits, "i remember you used to stream video games. it was fun."
he smiles and you giggle to yourself, "yeah. speaking of streaming, i've not done any for a while. have you?"
"no. i've been—" he splutters, looking to the side, "uh, distracted."
"me too." you agree. although, he's aware of the fact that when you say 'distracted' you mean by stress and real-life responsibilities. but when he says 'distracted' , he means by your tits in all their glory on his 32" 1440p 240Hz OLED monitor. the image of your spread legs and pussy might genuinely be burned into his screen, by this point.
"anyway, i'm glad we talked and cleared the air between us." you hum, standing up from his plush couch. "i hope we can still be friends. if you want, i could give you my number so we could stay in touch?"
flabbergasted, it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does he nods with a dumbfounded expression. then scrambles to pull his phone of his pocket, "uh, sure. here." he passes it to you with the 'new contact' screen active so you can input your detail. hastily, you do so and hand it back to him, at which he murmurs a "thanks."
"i'll see myself out. it was nice seeing you, kenma." you flash a final smile at him before turning around and making your way back through his grand home, towards the door. it's that sickening sweet smile that almost makes him nauseous; how could one girl be so perfect. he hates that he's so obsessed with you, but how could he not be?
"but, i—" his mouth works on its own as he calls out after you, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around to look at him with a curious tilt of the head. it's only when your doe eyes meet his that he realises what he's done. his blood runs cold and his throat dries up; he mentally rebukes himself for opening his mouth. it's stupid. it's stupid what he wants to stay but now he's committed himself to saying it. he doesn't want to turn back now, no matter how light-headed he feel or how badly his stomach churns.
"but i still owe you a viral video."
"are you sure you want to do this?" you're sat on his lap, wearing nothing but your lacey black and boy shorts. had you known that coming to kenma's house would've led to this, you would've put on something a little more fancy but hey, at least the bra is cute.
similarly, all he has on are the black sweatpants he was wearing when you arrived, his hoodie has long since been discarded. he's sat at the edge of his bed with you in his lap, watching as you adjust the camera setting and angle of the ring-light. the was responsible for moving his streaming setup from his desk to end the of his bed, but optimising lighting and angles was more your department.
"that's the fifth time you've asked me that." he snickers as he replies.
you turn to him with furrowed brows, face pinched into a dismayed expression. "i just want you to know how serious this is. once you put the intimate parts of yourself on the internet, it's gonna be there forever. even if you change your mind and delete it later, it's still going to affect your life. trust me."
"i understand what i'm doing." he responds in an oddly calm tone., running a hand up and down your spine. "i think it would be funny to see everyone's reactions."
you roll your eyes playfully. he's heart-eyed and practically salivating over you, and clearly not paying full attention to what you're saying. whatever, he can't say you didn't warn him. plus, he's a grown man, he can deal with the consequences of his actions. you turn away from him and back to the setup; seem like you have everything ready — your lights, the camera and the computer which is connected.
your cursor hovers over the 'start stream' button and you look at him one last time and ask, "you ready?"
instead of verbally answering, he leans forward and presses the button for you. in an instant, the image of the two of you sat on the bed together comes up on the screen, alongside the chatbox. as the agreement stipulated, you logged in and are streaming on your nsfw account, so the initial influx of comments are all from your dedicated viewers who are likely confused as to why a random guy is suddenly making an appearance in your streams.
an0nymous732: who is this guy?? cedar__1: first time i've seen her with a guy nice5metre: its been so long nice5metre donated $10 snnailtrrail: who's the loser with the bad dye job? talonjoe: first stream in two weeks?!
you both largely ignore them for now, you're much more focussed on immediately getting your hands all over each other. you turn around so you are straddling him lap, knees planted on either side of his leg and sensually grinding against his crotch. now that you're facing him, he takes advantage of this to engage you in heated and sloppy kiss. there's a sense of urgency and carnal yearning when you kiss him, that you've never experieced with a man before. it's like he could kiss your face clean off, but not in a rough way — he's gentle yet hurried.
meanwhile, from behind the viewers get a fantastic view of your ass in those figure-hugging shorts, which kenma enhances when he reaches back and runs a hand up your thigh. when he gets to the top, he catches the edge of the fabric of your shorts and pulls it up, exposing more of your ass to the camera. once the fabric is out of the way slightly, he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, eliciting a staggered moan from you.
he kisses down your neck and truthfully, your hip swaying movement have got him excited already. as he's sucking hickeys onto your neck, you can feel him getting firmer beneath you and his lips vibrate as he whimpers against your skin, muffled and barely detectable by the microphone.
the viewers can see the growing wet patch in your shorts as you grow increasingly turned on, and kenma becomes more antsy, palming roughly at the flesh of you ass until the fabric becomes too bothersome and he tugs at the shorts. he separates his mouth from your neck only to utter in a pleading tone, "can i take these off?" and although he tried to keep his voice hushed, the viewers were still able to pick up on the request.
you giggle slightly and nod, and he doesn't waste a moment before diving right back into action. peppering kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hands work to pull down your shorts and anything underneath, then you kick them off so your unobstructed ass is exposed to the camera. well, barring the obstruction that is both of kenma's hand now lewdly grabbing at and groping your skin.
usually by now the entire chat would be filled with your fans begging and asking for you to bend over so they can gawk at your pretty pussy too, but your special guest must have thrown them off their game today.
saintlane: his voice sounds so familiar cedar__1: wait... 90sreyner: has he been in a stream before?? talonjoe: that ass.. also i know him from somewhere talonjoe donated $30 chemicalzane: @.talonjoe from where? talonjoe: idk saintlane: :/
kenma spreads your thighs for the camera, allowing the viewers a fleeting glimpse of both holes. however, simultaneously you lean in to deepen the kiss and kenma falls onto his back, and both your arms support you in tabletop above him. still, your lips are connected and furiously making out, while one of his hand strokes your thigh and the other slips between your legs and rubs your cunt, broad strokes feeding your increasing lust.
his fingers slides between your slick folds without entering your hole at all, just enjoying the sensation of your soft, malleable pussy in his hands while his lips move in sync with yours. his palm then unexpectedly grinds against your clit and a whiny moan is torn from your throat, breaking the kiss.
while you look down at him with a pleading pout, you notice an astounded yet sinister glint in his eyes. as though he had just found your 'on switch' and fully planned on abusing it. as he did, almost immediately jumping into action and pinching and rubbing your poor clit, overloading her with tons of stimulation all at once.
you've not touched yourself or gotten off all since kenma's last visit so needless to say you were a little sensitive. the piercing pleasure from the pinch followed by the dull arousal from the rubbing sent shock waves up your spine and made you light-headed, and also liquefied any strength in your arms. naturally, they both go limp beneath you and your head falls against his chest.
kenma doesn't take this as a sign to stop though, in fact the rubbing only became more furious. he caresses the top of your head with his hand and whispers, "there you go. good girl. relax on me." after stroking your cheek with his thumb and pressing a soft kiss to your head, he moves his hand down and slips two fingers into your soaked cunt.
your juices are already running down his hand and dripping onto the bed, causing lewd squelching noises as he begins to pump his fingers in and out. all while his other hand is still cruelly poking and pulling at your throbbing clit. "so wet for me." he says under his breath.
the viewers have a premium view of him knuckles-deep in your cunt; legs spread all pretty for the camera, the light glistening against the wetness smeared across your thighs. your hole is stretched perfectly around his fingers, distracting — but all it takes is one person to realise before the entire chat explodes into chaos.
snnailtrrail: i'd die for that tight pussy snnailtrrail donated $25 c0llapse: so damn wet!! tet_ris: haha he kinda sounds like applepi backrolls: wanna motorboat in that ass saintlane: is that applepi?! chemicalzane: omfg no way that's him claaayhoe: could be a lookalike ??
stage one: denial.
both his hands are working expertly on your pussy. the immense pleasure from his fingers working your insides and pumping into your sopping pussy, in tandem with the electric jolts from the torture of your poor sensitive clit, is extremely overwhelming. your cunt feels like its vibrating with overstimulation and your abdomen twists with euphoria.
your arms are jelly as splayed out next to you as you lay on kenma's chest, tits pressed against his torso. your mind is melting in your skull but you can still his the thumping of his heart through it.
it's not long before your core can't twist any further and knot snaps; your walls flutter around his fingers and your throat emits a string of loud, staggered moans as you hurtle through your first orgasm. kenma doesn't stop inserting his fingers into you and frantically rubbing your clit, providing you with a steady flow of stimulation all the way through your ride.
once you're finished, it almost hurts when he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and leaves you with a dripping emptiness. similarly, your throbbing clit finds momentarily solace in the removal of his fingers, but soon enough its twitch and searching for that pressure again; he's been going at it for so long it almost feel wrong that you clit isn't under any sort of strain anymore.
he wipes his fingers on the bedsheet and places on hand on the dip of your back, and the other on the base of your neck. watching the fall and rise of your back carefully, he asks, "how was that?" in a low tone.
"g—good." you stammer out, throat still a bit sore from the exhausting noises you were making. since you're laid on him, you can feel his cock straining against his sweatpants, a thick bulge prodding at your thigh, "want me to ride you?"
he nods, a gentle smile gracing his lips, "yeah."
without needing to be asked twice, you eagerly sit up and straddle pelvis, leaving kenma stunned at how short your recovery period is — although you are a professional, so perhaps he shouldn't be so shocked, more so impressed.
however, as you situate yourself on him and begin to tug at this sweats to pull out his cock, he pulls the material out of your grip and keeps his sweats on. the baffled look you give him prompts him to explain, "i meant you can ride my face."
he says in a strikingly plain way. it catches you off-guard when he extends his hands to your hips and uses the grip to guide you up his torse, until both your legs are planted either side of his head. he look up at you with those heart-eyes again, and you feel a part of yourself melt.
wordlessly, he urges you to take a seat by squeezing your thigh, and it doesn't take much for you too comply. happily relaxing your legs and letting your pussy lower onto his mouth, and your toes immediately curl as his lips melt against yours, making out with your already slick cunt, a mess of saliva and wetness staining his cheeks and chin.
"missed this— mmph, so fucking much." he grumbles between licks, each time coming back and sucking at your clit more keenly than before. "tastes so good." he wants to say that he's been dreaming of devouring your wet cunt ever since the last time he saw you; that he wants to do this all day; that he could happily live and die with you riding his face. but saying all of that would take too long, and the more time he spends talking, the less time he can spend with his mouth latched onto your pussy. hence, it comes out as incoherent garble as he laps at your clit and proceeds that by shoving his tongue into your hole.
"mm, fuck." you whine. you're not sure what to do with yourself, how to cope with the intense pleasure. your fingers are knitted into his hair, tugging at his brown roots, and your hips are grinding down on his face, greedily seeking even more stimulation than the plenty he is already giving you. when his tongue slips into your hole, that really awakens something in you, and you can't help but toss your head back and moan, "nngh— kenma.."
which is the final nail in the coffin.
chemicalzane: THAT'S FUCKING APPLEPI?! patrol7724: did she just say KENMA?! redherring: i want to taste her so bad claaayhoe: applepi!!!! slothman76: let me have a bite next slothman76 donated $69 colawithlemon: i can't believe applepi is here colawithlemon: this has to be a prank snnailtrrail: who tf is applepi?
his tongue worms its way around your walls, pressing up against your sweet points and stretching you as much as he can. it pulls back out so he can continue to kiss your folds and suck on your clit, gently biting it and reintroducing it to unforgiving stimuli.
there's a sort of desperation in the way his mouth moves against your cunt. you're rhythmically grinding down on him but nothing it timed or practised about the way he devours you. "its.. hah, too much!" you're hardly able to keep track of where his tongue is before it moves on: from rubbing your clit to licking between your folds to plunging into your hole. he's everywhere and your body can't even begin to process it.
your ass stops bouncing as you can no longer muster the strength in your legs to grind on him. in fact, every feeble attempt you make to move slightly is now prevented by kenma's arms hooking around your thighs and pressing you even further down onto his face, so you can't escape his love.
"tastes like heaven, kitten." "stay put f' me." "drive me fucking crazy." "can't get enough of you." "never want this to end." "sweet little hole." "come on my mouth, please. wanna feel it again." are all things he feverishly mutters into your pussy as he eats it. they're muffled by your skin so you, nor the audience, can fully understand what he is saying, but you get the impression he's enjoying himself none the less.
and this eagerness to please you only turns you on even more. it's not long until your clit is aching and your walls constrict around his tongue. in fact, your whole body tenses as you ride through your climax; a high-pitched cry accompanying it and your eyes rolls back in your head. "fuck— kenma, nghh— please, yes!" it feels like a wet heat surging through your body, before it lets go and you can finally relax again.
kenma is looking up at you with doting eyes, and you hesitantly move off his face to reveal the mess you made. frowning, you go to wipe it away with your palm, but he grabs your hands and kisses your knuckles instead, "that was perfect." another kiss on your hand, "you're perfect. god, you're so fucking perfect." the more he repeats it, the more pained he sounds, almost like he's about to cry.
"please." there's a wobbly smile on his face. "can i fill you up?"
"you can do whatever you want to me, kenma." you say, low and sensual, "i'm yours."
redherring: i want to eat her ass next milkywayy: it really is applpi?! what is he doing here?! chemicalzane: most random career change redlemon7ade donated $12 patrol7724 donated $70 90sreyner: applepi is a munch confirmed? elderlyc7ock: she's so sexy tet_ris: how did applepi bag a baddie?
he wipes the slick away from his face with his forearm while you climb off his face and sit on the bed, sideways to the camera. you brace yourself with your arms and lean back slightly as you spread your legs for him, giving him full view of your cunt. you even use two of your fingers to part your folds, and your middle one to idly stroke yourself. nothing fast or rough, in fact your finger was practically ghosting over your skin, but just enough to get him going.
he sits up on his knees and simply watches, aghast, his wide eyes darting between your face and your pussy. you chew on your bottom lip slightly then whisper, "please." you almost hiccup, "i want it so bad."
at that, he virtually pounces on you, rushing forward to fix himself between your legs and hastily pull down the front his sweats to whip out his cock, which he then positions right at your entrance. as he's doing this you're swept up and are pushed slightly so your back is against the back, and you're propping up your upper body with your arms. you've also discarded your bra by now.
"ah." he sighs, relishing in your wet, soft folds pressing against his weeping tip as he runs it up and down your pussy, smearing the slick around without entering just yet. his erection has been aching in his pants for ages, but up until know he's been too distracted to fully acknowledge it, now the discomfort is hitting him all at once.
"so cute.." he hurriedly brushes his tip against your pussy, seeking some quick relief to calm him down before he enters your hole, so he doesn't bust as soon as he sinks in. however, he unintentionally begins to brush against your clit with his firm tip, which causes your pussy to visibly flutter and a moan to escape your lips, and perhaps your porno reflexes kick in a little as you intentionally play up your reaction for the camera by tossing your head back, jerking your leg out, grabbing your nipple and squealing, "fuck! right there, k— huh, kenma! more, puh—please."
shit. and just like that, kenma's nose scrunches and he cums onto your pussy and his bed. spurts of his semen sling to your slick and paint your folds, while a lot of it drips down and pours onto his grey bedsheets.
while he internally wallows in embarrassment, you reach forward to your cum-smeared pussy again and slide your fingers cross it, a lewd mix of his cum and your own arousal sticking to your finger. without a second of hesitation, you insert the finger into your mouth and suck it clean, while kenma gapes at you the whole time. and you make a real scene of it too, exaggerating suckling noises and letting some spill from your fingers down your chin and onto your newly exposed tits.
once your done you sheepishly clear the residue from your face then set your hand behind yourself again for support and hum, "sorry, wanted some in my mouth." you apologise and feign shame even though you know you don't need to. and just as you thought, the mere sight of you licking up his seed and the notion of it tickling down your throat was enough to make him rock hard again in no time.
swiftly moving on, he aligns his stiffened cock with your hole and does his best to ignore the stickiness. and without asking first, he gladly pushes himself into you, sinking his entire length into your tight hole with one long push. "mm, finally.." he groans, eyes squeezing shut and he savours the feeling of your homey walls welcoming him. this is the first time he's been able to fully relax in weeks — with no worries or doubts plaguing his mind, right now he's fully present and contented. "feels like you're ahh— choking me." feels like he's finally home, but he'll still never be able to get used to your vice-like grip on him.
once he bottoms out, he releases a prolonged sigh, then calmly takes both of your legs and places them on his shoulders. this is all done at such a leisurely pace, that it somewhat catches you off-guard when his demeanour suddenly shifts and he says lowly, "i promise i'm going to fucking destroy you." before jumping into action and pulling his cock out, only to instantly slam it back into you.
slothman76: bet she's as tight as a virgin redherring: i swear i'll donate $1000 if she squirts claaayhoe: applepi has been packing this whole time?! myadiamond: he nutted so quick myadiamond: maybe he should stick 2 video games nice5metre: gorgeous angel nice5metre donated $50 banamonke: this is NOT bed wars
and he keeps going. using every morsel of strength in his body to lay into as fast and hard as possible. his balls slap against your ass and his skins sticks to the mess coating your cunt, resulting in an audible and obscene schlick schlick noise accompanying every furious thrust.
"nggh, hurts!" you squeal out between moans, the pure fury and intention behind every powerful thrust shaking your entire body, making your tits bounce every time his hips made a brutal impact with yours. "ca—can't take it!"
"i've huh— seen you take a lot worse, baby." he not sure how true that is; he thinks he's seen you take 10 inch dildo before — which is monstrous compared to his mere 6 inches — but he's not entirely sure. usually he had an near eidetic memory of all your videos and streams, as well as an intricate knowledge of your collection of toys. however, now his brain is fried and clouded with lust and desire. he's actively living out his very own stream with you, which poses as a massive distraction. you've filled his mind with nothing but the desire make you scream and to see your pretty pussy flooded with his cum.
"'ts too biiig!" you stretch the vowel in big for a long whine as your arch your back thoughtlessly. it's like your walls are being split open to accommodate his thick length, and you can feel the tip now beating against your cervix. it's all so rough and overwhelming; you've never been handled like this before. or maybe you have, your brain is too fucked out to recall.
"no. no, kitte— shit." he growls, leaning forward while keeping your legs on his shoulders so they're brought close to your ears, where he stops and continues, "you're too tight, but i'm— ngh, making it fit." he kisses down your neck while maintaining a steady pace rocking into your hole, only stopping the pecks when he reaches your tits. "i've waited so long for this."
he takes one nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinch and tug on the other. it's such a delightful pain, mixed with the ecstasy of your walls being forced open by his cock still ramming into your pussy at a delirious pace. you wanted to moan but it came out more like shrieks. the flat part of his tongue licks at your sensitive bud then his lips continue to suckle it, a dull satisfaction radiating through your chest and tying your stomach into knots. "mm, that's it, kitten. scream f' me."
some time passes before he switches and kindly latches onto yoour other nipple, and the piercing sensation is swapped as well, as your other nub is repeatedly captured, pulled on and tweaked between his fingers, until a shocking pressure is applied causing you to hiss and your tit to throb. but it would only last a second before it would dissipate and the process would repeat. "soft n' pretty tits. so sensitive too." his hips slowly down slightly, but only so you could feel it even more when he proves his point by pinching and pulling on your nipple with the shocking callousness, and unlike before, this indecent torture lasted at least five seconds before he let go.
"ow— owch, kenma." you were panting, breathless at this point. the pent-up frustrations he'd been repressing over the last couple weeks were certainly on full display now. although he does place an apologetic kiss on the nipple before straightening his back, so your legs are no longer at your ears. he quickens his pace again and the friction of his cock against your damp insides is really starting to get to you.
"i think m' close." you moan, and he knows you're close. in fact, he might know your own body better than you do. hence, he knows what he needs to do. he keeps thrusting into your drenched cunt and strokes your calf with one hand, while the other visits your clit again.
"cum for me, baby. go on. it'd make— hah! make me so happy."
your head turns to the side and your eyes squeeze shut. there's something different about it this time. something fiery ignited in your abdomen that's churning and dying to be let out. you're more breathless than usual and your pussy already feels like a heavy mess, painted in his first load. in combination with the pads of his finger attacking your clit and his ruthless cock tearing up your insides, you're not sure if you can handle this.
you defiantly turn your head to the other side, "i— mppph, i— oh!" your knees wobble in the air and you partially choke on your own spit, "i cuh— can't!" is all your able to stammer out.
"you can. just relax, kitten. let go, you're almost there." his speech is also slurred with hiccups and hushed moans but it's coherent enough for you to get the message. it's hard to form a intelligible thought while trying to keep a good pace and deal with your pussy's tight hold on his cock, but he somehow manages, "please, baby. you're so close. c'mon, i'm right here, i've got you. just— mph, let go, lemme take care of you."
this might be the most you've ever heard him talk, and it's all horny blubbering as he begs you to come for him. it doesn't make a lot of sense but you try to do what he says. it's hard to relax when you feel like your pussy is being split in half but you try. breathing out through your nose and instead of agitatedly tossing your head and shuffling your hips, you remain as still as possible. still, your jaw moves to let out a barrage of pornographic moans and curses.
"that's it. ease up, baby." he reassures, caressing your legs lovingly and continuing to pummel into your hole. the sounds are increasingly wet and disruptive but it doesn't matter, he keeps laying into you until the fiery chain circling your insides snaps and you climax around his cock. your walls spasms around his length and a guttural whine is yanked from your core, "oh, fuckfuckfuck— kenma!"
he knows how this goes by now. "m' right here," he repeats, "ride it through. just like that, good girl." his voice is monotone and low yet still so immensely tender. you never thought a novice would be talking you through it, but here you are.
he tries to continue to fuck you through your high but as expected, your cunt is clinging to him like it doesn't want him to leave. and the intense twitching and rapid constricting makes it so that he doesn't want to leave, so instead he leads you through your climax by rubbing your clit feverishly.
which does job. as he watches the dam break and your squirt erupt from your pussy around him, gushing over his balls and onto the bedsheets, his muscle memory kicks in and he cums inside you. there's just something about seeing squirt rush from your hole that triggers the autopilot in his mind that makes dump his load in you.
by the time your both done, you're gasping for breath and completely spent. there's a squelching noise as kenma pulls out of you, looking at the mess he's made — there's cum all over your thighs, your labia, peeking out of your hole and some had even trickled down to your ass. unfortunately that is enough to get him hard again, but he's so tired he think he might have to wait this one out.
as you guys take a moment to catch your breath, you finally have a moment to look over at the camera and the chatbox on the computer.
redherring: honestly i didn't think he'd be able to do it redherring donated $1000 myadiamond: paying a woman 2 have sex w/ u is illegal btw xosbliva: so hot pls squirt again chemicalzane: WHY IS APPLEPI HERE?! 90sreyner: applepi tell her to shake it pls n thx rfgvlpq333: HELPPP IS THAT APPLEPI!? user747396190: i didn't believe but im 90% sure thats him O.O snnailtrrail: sweetie blink twice if you need us to call someone
it seems like the stream has breached containment. someone must've posted the link on some other social media, telling people that applepi is in it, and now there is an influx of his own fans and other curious souls who are clutching their pearls.
it's fine, though. this is what he knew was going to happen and watch he signed up for. it doesn't phase him. although, something that is bothering him more than he expected are all the comments implying that he paid or otherwise coerced you into having sex with him.
sure, you're way out of his league. but he has other redeeming qualities! plus, it's not the internet's job to tell you who is and isn't good enough for you to fuck. he hates that it's making him angry and that he's letting their comments affect him — throughout his streamer career he's been pretty good at ignoring negativity — but this is different. it makes him feel like he needs to prove a point.
once some time has passed, he sits on the edge of the bed closest to the camera, facing it. turning around, he offers you a slight smile and gestures for you to sit on his lap. substantially less worn out now, you find the energy to crawl up to him and perch yourself on his lap, with your back against his chest so you can face the camera too.
but in one swift motion, he lifts you up and sits your ass down on his stiffened cock, pushing it right into your asshole. the semen and slick still coating his length serve as somewhat of a lube, but it's still a struggle to cram him all in there. you cry out in response but don't resist at all, instead you wiggle around pliantly until you find a position that is least uncomfortable.
he also reaches forward and pries your legs open and of course you yield to his touch, so the camera gets a close-up view of your pussy, painted in a sticky coat of both your arousal and stuffed full of his seed. a bit of it pokes out your pussy but he gently guides it back into your hole, where it belongs. he inserts his entire digit in order to properly push his cum right back into you, before pulling out again.
he strokes your thigh lovingly, eyes flickering over the flood of comments. " 'will i be in more videos?'.. i suppose that's for (y/n) to decide." his chin is over your shoulder and he looks up at the side of your face expectantly.
you gulp. you're hardly able to process what's going on with his fat cock stretching out your asshole and his hot seed clogging up your insides. not to mention that the finger that was in your hole is now ghosting over your clit, tauntingly. "uh, sorry— ahem," you clear your throat in hopes to sound less meek, "could you repeat that?"
"will i be in more streams or videos?"
"oh!" you chirp, as though what he said was clarifying and not the first time you were able to comprehend him, "if you want. i h—"
he interrupts you states, "talk to them, not me." he uses his finger to guide your chin forward, so you're looking directly at the camera. this is definitely not your first time sitting in front of a audience with a dick in your ass and pussy on show, yet suddenly it's extremely nerve-wracking. maybe it's the fact that this time the dick isn't plastic. or maybe you're nervous cos there's ten times the amount of people watching than there normally are.
"uhh, i just saying— mph, i had fun today! i'd love for kenma to be in more videos."
"cool." he smiles, giving your swollen clit a brief yet deep stroke as a reward. "another commenter is wondering how we met." he waits for your response.
you don't make the mistake of looking at him again and instead reply breathlessly to the camera, "we were— uh, fans of each other's videos and then he reached out and asked if i wanted to collab and then.." you blurt it all out as one long as quick sentence so you can speak for as little time as possible, "then the rest is history."
pleased with this answer, he shuffles slightly in place and the shift in pressure of his cock against your walls elicits a small whine from you. pressing on like nothing happened, "oh, a funny one. someone asked if we're dating." there's a hint of amusement in his voice, and he looks to you and asks, "is it okay if i answer this one?"
"please."
"cool." he clicks his tongue, ignoring you almost coming undone on his lap. "uh, i'm going to answer with more of a— erm, demonstration."
before you get the chance to question what he means by this, his fingers dart to your spread cunt, one hand abusing your poor clit and the other one roughly fingering your soiled hole. every time he thrusts into you, some of his cum spills out from the sides of his fingers and drips onto the floor, while the rest is pushed even further towards your cervix.
he peppers kisses across your shoulder, then up your neck until his nose is right in the crook and he mutters, "like that, baby?"
"yeahh.." you moan into the air.
he pauses marking your neck with deep hickeys, only to ask, "want me to stop?"
"mmh, no." you exhale through your nose and fully relax into him. that's when the hand in your pussy peels outs, covered in that mess of fluids, and rises to your chest, toying with your already sore and aching nipples. they're still sensitive from being overstimulated just recently, even the palm of his hand grazing the tip is enough to send a jolt of electric coursing through you. so you're hardly able to deal with it when he starts groping your tit lazily, then tweaking and pinching your nipples whenever he felt like it. you can feel your pussy start to get even slicker.
"whose cum is stuffed in you right now? who's dripping out of that cute pussy?" his voice drops as he continues to litter kisses over your shoulder and neck. occasionally stopping to suck a deep hickey into your skin.
"yours." you reply shallowly.
"speak up, kitten." he pinches you clit and your whole body visibly stiffens and perks up, "yoursyours! it's yours, kenma!"
he lets go of your clit, but still rubs it at an excruciatingly slow and teasing pace. he also does a poor job at hiding the fact that when you tensed, your ass gripped him even harder and he had to catch himself before he busted.
"whose gunna be carrying my baby soon?" his briefly drops from your tits to caress your stomach, smearing the stickiness on it too, before returning to your nipples.
it doesn't feel like an apt time to disclose that you're on birth control, so instead you whimper out, "me."
"do you want another load in your ass?"
"yes, y— hah, ohmygod— yes, please, kenma. give it t' me." you squeak out, eyes screwed shut.
he shifts his hands back down so they are both concentrated on your cunt, one on your clit and the other pumping into your hole again. this time doing slow and calculated thrust, while the tips of his fingers were shoving against your tired walls until they angle themselves directly at your g spot.
"then tell the camera who you belong to."
your toes curl and your teeth grind together. it like you're being consumed by his presence; every nerve you have is at his mercy. your asshole his saturated by his twitching length, your poor clit is still being flicked and your pussy is seeping with his cum and being relentlessly fingered. even the cold air is working against you as it nips at your sensitive tits.
his face is nuzzled into your neck, kissing up it until he reaches the tilt of your jaw and he presses, "tell everyone who owns you."
all at once you blurt out, " 'm yours! i belong to you, k— uuhhh, kenma. all yours."
"good." his fingers hasten, slamming down on your sore spot now, "whose pussy is this?"
"yours! every fucking inch of it is— hah, yours!"
"that's right." he mercilessly fingers your poor hole and rubs your clit, putting motion into his hips too as he bucks into your ass as much as he can. he's coming at you from every angle, pleasing you from every direction and soon enough, you come undone all over his hands and your squirt comes gushing out of your stuffed pussy, splashing largely on the floor but due to his hips bucking you around, some of it ends up on the camera lens.
your asshole tightens around him as you come, hence he follows shortly after and deposits another load into you. his fingers slip out of your cunt and both his hands disappear behind him, he tries to use them as support but he ends up laying back on the bed anyway, completely spent.
cautiously, you close your legs, which feels unnatural to do after they've been held open for so long. additionally, you lift yourself off his cock and quiet whimper as you can feel his load move inside your ass and slowly begin to trickle out. trying not to pay any mind to it, you also collapse on the bed next to him.
once you both regain your bearings and the mind haze somewhat clears up, he invites you to come lay in his arms, and you shuffle over and do so. laid nice and snug against his chest while his arms envelop you and he strokes your back.
"that was fun." he whispers, "thank you."
"you don't have to thank me." you giggle, but promptly stop when you realise it takes too much energy to laugh. or even talk. "lets just go to sleep."
"sure.." he agrees, letting his eyes drift shut as he focuses on the rising and falling of your chests together.
until they shoot open again. "what about the stream?"
"i can't get up." you groan.
"me neither.." he admits, blinking twice before letting his heavy eyes fall shut again, "whatever. we'll deal with it later."
rxli: WHAT IS GOING ON?! milkywayy donated $40 milkywayy: she's so hot where can i watch more of her stuff?? elderlyc7ock: encore! slothman76: missed that pussy so bad myadiamond: @.milkywayy this is her acc dummy tet_ris: we just witnessed history tet_ris: this is the first time a league player has ever gotten laid
