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SUPERSTAR ! ★★

synopsis after hooking up with world famous streamer, kodzuken, at a brand ambassador party, he asks you out on a date. graciously, you accept. but with the life that comes with being a world famous actress, and hoping that the cute guy wants you for you, how will you handle the problems that come your way?

pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

wc 8.3k ( haha.. )

warnings / tags reader is a yapper, reader is called a bitch (not by kenma), angst-ish, fluff, smut, tiny bit of crack, (name) used, reader gets anxious in an anxiety-inducing moment, reader is kind of stalked by the paparazzi but nothing bad comes out of it, female anatomy used for reader, f!receiving oral, cowgîrl, missiønary, multiple orgasms (reader and kenma), pinv (wrap it before you tap it frl), dacryphilia, nipple s u cking, kenma comforts reader, praise, kenma whimpers, reader and kenma are silly, use of profanity ( if i missed anything lmk ! )

note this is a part two to this fic if you wanna read it before this one, but this can kind of be read as a stand alone. this was fun to write ,, kenma i love you and i hope you guys enjoy the fic !

The crisp air hit your lungs as you breathed in, it was colder than you would have liked it to be today. But the sun was setting, casting a cotton candy glow over the outdoor mall you were currently walking in. And it wasn't that cold, but it was colder than what you were used to considering that you lived in Los Angeles. You had on a simple, but cute outfit. You weren't wearing anything brand sponsored, nothing that your stylist crafted together. You were just wearing you, which was possibly the reason why you felt chilly.

And Kenma naturally running cold didn't help, you couldn't hold his hands to seek a sense of warmth. You'd have to hug him to balance your temperature, but this was your first date. And you didn't want to come on too strong, even though you already slept with him.

You watched Kenma as he observed all of the stores, wondering where the two of you should pop in next. He spotted it before you did, a big toy shop. Filled to the brim with cute plushies and trinkets, it looked like a rainbow had exploded inside of the store.

"Hey," Kenma nudged your shoulder. "Wanna check that out?"

You looked to where he was pointing at, and nodded your head yes.

As you two started to walk in the direction of that store, you felt something hit your shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" A lady shouted, walking fast in the other direction. You grimaced at her message as if she wasn't the one who bumped into you. Supposedly being famous didn't stop people from being rude.

You felt something warm in your hands, you looked over to where Kenma was standing and realized you had grabbed his arm as a reflex. Everything happened so fast, so you needed something to hold on to and reached for the nearest thing.

Kenma stared at the lady as she walked away, an annoyed look on his face.

"Are people always this rude over here?" He asked.

"Apparently."

But you still wanted to enjoy the rest of your date with the cutest guy you had ever seen. That cranky old lady couldn’t ruin this for you.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," you quickly reverted back to your normal state, and unwrapped your arms from Kenma.

Kenma let out a light laugh, "don't apologize, it was cute."

You smiled at Kenma's receptiveness and wrapped your arms around his, your head rested on his shoulder. And as the two of you approached the store, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

Window shopping around the cute shop, you saw so many plushies and trinkets that you wanted. And you could afford to buy them but you decided against it, not wanting to pollute your apartment with stuffed animals. Kenma seemed pleased walking around the store, seeing merchandise from some of his favorite video games.

The store itself was busy, the employees looked like they wanted to go home but there was nothing they could do about the high amount of foot traffic. From little kids with their parents to teenagers with a style only social media could have crafted, there were all kinds of people in this store.

As you looked at a wall of Miffy plushies, you felt something tap your shoulder once again. You looked over to see a young blonde girl, in her late teens, dressed in pink, white, and denim, with a friend by her side.

“Ohmygod hi (name)! It’s crazy to see you here!” The young girl exclaimed, phone in her hand matcha in the other.

You just smiled, you enjoyed fan interactions. Especially your female fans. It was nice to meet the people who actually supported you, and had interest in what you were working on.

“Hi! Would you like a picture?” You suggested.

“Yes!” Her smile was brighter than the lights that covered the store, you could tell this meant a lot to her.

She grabbed two Miffy plushies, one pink and one white. One for you to hold and another for her.

“Kiara, can you take some pictures please?” The young girl begged her ‘friend’.

“Uh sure,” her friend said causally. She reminded you of Kenma in a way, with her dark clothes and cat-like eyes. Her brown skin gleamed under the store lights.

You realized you didn’t know the girl’s name, so you asked. “If you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?”

“I’m Leah!”

“Are you guys ready to take a picture?” Kiara asked, she had that dull look in her eyes. It reminded you of how Kenma looked on the night when you two first met, you couldn’t tell what that girl was thinking. But you figured she was happy for Leah.

You and Leah posed with the Miffy figures, you held up a peace sign while Leah held up her matcha.

“It was so nice meeting you!” Leah said, taking her phone back from Kiara.

“It was nice meeting you as well,” you smiled warmly, glad to have had a positive interaction.

“Bye!” Leah waved as she walked away, Kiara’s arm placed her hand around Leah’s waist. The idea of them being a couple warmed your heart.

You said goodbye back and then started to look around for Kenma. Just to see him over by the Sonic section of the store.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey! Find anything you want?” You peered over at Kenma, who was currently searching through keychains. 

“I might get this tail keychain, and another one for Kuroo..” Kenma trailed off.

“Kuroo?” You wondered who he was talking about.

“A good friend of mine, he played on the same volleyball team as me and Lev.”

You hummed in understanding, your eyes traced over all of the keychains on display. Kenma’s mention of his past made you wonder something.

"So how long do you plan on staying in LA?" You asked.

You knew where Kenma was from, Japan, and that he lived there currently. You two only met four days ago, but you found yourself being weirdly attached to him. Despite your busy schedules, you texted each other everyday. Last night, Kenma even fell asleep on face-time. He looked so adorable with a hoodie covering his hair, his head rested so gently on the hotel room pillow. You were sure he reached a state of tranquility that night, one you might never be able to achieve.

"Uhh, I'm not sure actually. I want to see everything the city has to offer though." Kenma answered your question so cool and calmly, it seemed like he didn't put any thought into his answer at all.

But he thought about his words intently. He told you the truth, kind of. As a content creator and businessman, he truly did want to see what Los Angeles had to offer him in terms of career advancement. But in his heart, the only thing the city had to offer was you. Kenma wasn't sure if he'd uproot his life just to move in with you, and he didn't even know you that well to start thinking like that.

But Kenma knew that he felt comfortable with you. And that was rare for him, to truly feel as if he could be himself around someone else. Even though he grew out of it, growing up he always found it difficult to make friends. Connecting with others didn't come easy for Kenma, and when he found something good. He didn't want to let it go.

"Yeah, it's a nice city. Plenty of things to do around here, lots of brands! Tons of brand opportunities, and LA isn't even the only city here, there are uh plenty of others." You rambled, Kenma's answer had shaken you up a little. Even if you were getting closer by the day, it would have been crazy to expect him to move across the world for you. Right?

Kenma just smiled at you, 'she's so cute..' he thought.

"I'm still here for another week though, that's enough time to get a feel for this place."

"It is, I can even show you around!"

A look of amusement flashed across Kenma's face, it left as quickly as it came though. "Really? Any good cafés around here?"

"There are! One of my favorites is around here."

"Lead the way."

You and Kenma ended up not buying anything from that store, figuring that you would just come back another time.

You weren't sure how much Kenma knew about you, but if any of your fans were to be asked 'what was (name)'s favorite café,' they'd be able to answer quickly. Every time you went out with your friends or decided to hang out with other celebrities, you'd take them to this cafe. Almost every monthly photodump you did on instagram had at least one picture of you sitting in this cafe or had a friend of yours sitting in it.

In all honesty, the treats they served reminded you of home. You had moved to LA when your agent recommended it, deciding that it would be good for you to be in a place where there are mountains of opportunities. You sometimes get homesick, missing your family and hometown friends whenever you get lonely at night. But then you discovered this café while walking around.

You were shocked when you looked at the menu, surprised that they served baked goods basically the same to the treats your hometown loved.

Once you arrived, Kenma opened the door for you once again. The setting sun cast an orange glow across the cafe, the windows allowed the sun to shine the rest of its light through it. 

"-they even have one of my favorite drinks, the blueberry smoothie is shockingly good." You were telling Kenma all about the cafe and what they had to offer. You talked about their pastries, the different kinds of coffees they served, even how cute their cups were.

Kenma had a soft smile on his face while you faced the menu wondering what you were gonna try out today. All he did was stare at you, admiring the glow in your eyes when you started to talk about the café's croissants.

"What do you think I should try?" Kenma asked, politely interrupting you.

"Uh, what do you like? Like sweets wise." You tried to gauge what Kenma's taste was, hoping to recommend something he'd like.

"Apple pie? That's pretty good." Kenma's teeth softly sunk into his lip, deep in thought over the menu.

"You should try the apple pie tart they have then! I tried it once with one of my friends. It's so good." `You looked over to Kenma, not expecting to see him staring at you.

His cat-like eyes looked relaxed, like how they would have looked if he was at home, getting ready for bed. There was a hint of adoration in Kenma's gold eyes, the slight upwards curve of his lips made your skin tingle.

You knew that Kenma was attracted to you, he wouldn't have had sex with you in that sterile bathroom if he didn't think so. But seeing him look at you like that made your stomach flutter, you could feel your face getting hot.

Kenma finally managed to warm you up.

"That sounds good, and whatever you get it's my treat." Kenma offered, or at least you thought he was offering. It sounded more like a demand.

"Don't worry about it." You reassured, a smile creeping up on your face. If you stared into his eyes any longer, you were guaranteed to start giggling.

"Nahh, I think I'll worry about it."

"Fine." You said playfully, you had no intentions in paying for your food anyway.

You and Kenma finally ordered and sat down at a small table near the window of the café. You exchanged stories of your craziest fans, favorite songs, and childhood memories. Conversation flowed easily with Kenma, if your conversations were water, they'd quickly become an ocean.

Effortlessly moving along, nothing able to stop it. The force of your connection with Kenma was getting stronger every second you two spent time together.

You two had discussed politics and morals, and they aligned pretty well. It was rare for that to happen to you as you often wouldn't meet eye to eye with the people you tried to date.

Meeting Kenma was like discovering a puzzle piece that you hadn't known you were looking for.

"You ready to get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"Yeah.." You looked outside, the sky was dark now. It was late at night and the café was closing in 10 minutes. You also saw a crowd of people, white flashes hit your eyes every few seconds.

You hadn't realized you spent all that time talking to Kenma and admiring his face. While stuffing your own face with your favorite sugary drink and delicious pastry.

You turned your attention back towards the crowd of people. Except they weren't ordinary people, they were people with large, black cameras. White flashes kept hitting you every three seconds now, your eyes were already getting tired of the paparazzis' cameras.

Kenma offered to throw away everything you had finished up, so you were left with your tasty drink. You stepping outside the café with the cup in your hand and Kenma by your side was guaranteed to become someone's profile picture.

"Over here Miss!"

"Look this way!"

"Kenma pose for us!"

Your eyes were polluted by those bright flashes as you tried to walk away, Kenma's arm was wrapped around you. Trying to keep you away from all of the paparazzi. He didn't know how you usually responded to being bombarded by a herd of people, but he observed you enough to tell whenever you were uncomfortable. And right now was one of those moments.

Your heart was racing as they kept trying to get near you, nearly enclosing you from walking in any direction. You were trapped, your head hung low to avoid them taking any pictures of your face.

"Hey bitch look over here!"

Your eyes widened at the insult, but you were too deep in shock to say anything back.

"Don't call her that!" Kenma barked in your defense like a cat scratching someone out of self-defense. “How about you all just fuck off and leave her alone!”

You could feel the vibrations of Kenma shouting against your torso. You looked up at him, you don't think you had ever seen someone so pissed off. His usual calm demeanour was overtaken by narrowed eyebrows and a stare that cats give people before they scratch them.

You and Kenma found an opening in the mob of people, and made a run for it, running to the next block. Kenma looked around to see if you guys were followed, you weren't. You were greeted by palm trees and cars with bright headlights driving by, all headed home at this late hour.

Kenma looked at his phone, checking the time to see 22:18 (10:18 pm).

You weren't crying, but you were visibly distressed. On the verge of tears with your arms shaking.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, now looking concerned for your well-being. His hands held both of your arms, his cold touch felt oddly good against your burning skin.

"I will be." You reassured him of your condition. This wasn't the first time people were outwardly rude to you, and this wouldn't be the last. You were still relatively new to fame, having only gotten an insane amount of attention just six months ago. 

You never would get used to being bombarded like that. Too many things happening around you at once, it felt unsafe.

Kenma analyzed you, trying to see how you were really feeling instead of just asking. He thought he should've asked before doing this, but he didn't really care at the moment.

You felt your skin be fully engulfed in warmth, despite the cold, night air surrounding you. Kenma's arms wrapped around you so naturally, it was as if he was made to embrace you.

"It's okay.." He tried to comfort you, you sobbed into his chest as he ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.

"I just wanna go home," your voice came out broken, tears streamed down your face as you were wrapped in Kenma's arms.

One of Kenma's hands reached for his backpocket, grabbing his phone but still keeping one arm around you. He decided to just order a taxi to take you to your apartment, since neither of you drove to meet up at the mall.

Kenma guided you into the backseat of the car, his hands felt soft when they collided with skin. You don't think you'll ever forget how his touch felt, light like a feather to not disturb you, but enough to keep you grounded. Kenma's arm hugged you the whole car ride home, not wanting to let you go for one moment. You had stopped crying by that point, but you didn't want Kenma to take his arm away. Not like he would have anyway.

Reaching the entrance of your apartment building, Kenma walked you to the glass doors in the front. The building was only illuminated by the bright, white lights that adorned the outside.

The shrubs that were around your building were great for hiding in, perfect for paparazzi to sneak shots of you entering your apartment. The money-winning shot of Kenma's hand on the small of your back, guiding you into your apartment complex would be plastered everywhere come tomorrow. Along with shots of you and Kenma at the mall, and Kenma yelling at that guy who called you a bitch.

You didn't want Kenma to leave, in all honesty you wanted to cuddle with him tonight. You wondered how his soft breathing would feel brushing against your sensitive skin.

"Did you wanna come up?" You offered, like a dog running to grab its owner a toy.

"Yeah," Kenma accepted.

As the two of you reached your apartment, Kenma looked around, taking in all of the furniture. Despite the modern looking kitchen and the white walls, you managed to make this place your own. It was decorated to the brim with your personality, your living space was uniquely you.

"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, taking off his shoes by your front door.

"I don't know.." You answered, you felt sick. Most of your anxiety was soothed by all of the crying you did in the car, so you knew you were going to be fine for the night.

You placed your keys on your kitchen counter, and then leaned up against it. Sighing out, you looked up at your ceiling. You weren't sure what you would find up there, maybe the answers to the universe. Or how to handle fame.

But soon enough your view was graciously clouded by Kenma, who was closer than you realized. Your chests were pressed up against each other, you could feel his heart beat from how close he was to you. You enjoyed having a lack of space if it meant Kenma was the one to fill it.

He pulled you into a soft embrace once again, and you leaned your head against him.

"I know that was a lot, but you got away, you handled it." His soft, pink lips pressed a kiss to your forehead. A move surprisingly intimate for a pair of people who have only hooked up once.

"But how many more times will I have to go through something like that, how many times will you have to defend me from people who should be minding their own business," you blurted out, a statement that implied longevity of this issue. And if Kenma squinted, it had hints of longevity regarding your relationship with him.

"I'm not sure.." Kenma's voice was low, reassuring, "but if you need me there, I'll be there, just for you." He murmured against your skin.

You felt your lips curving into a small smile, his words, his declaration of protecting you made you feel safe. You stood there, both of your chests moving up and down as you found comfort in one another.

You pulled back first, and Kenma stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You pressed your lips against his. Kenma kissed you back, his hands moving to hold your waist.

"Are you really up for this?" He softly mumbled against your skin, starting to play with the hemlines of your clothes.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You were a little offended, mainly because you didn't like the implications of his statement.

"You just had a long day, don't want you to do anything you might regret." Kenma's hushed tone made it sound like he was ashamed, as if he was holding something back.

"I can't relax after a long day?"

He chuckled, "I guess you can."

Your lips moved against his once again, and as you pushed him towards your bedroom neither of you broke the kiss. Flopping down on your bed, you were on top of Kenma. His tongue, gummy and pink, licked your lips. Your tongue dipped into Kenma’s mouth, your ears were filled with the sound of Kenma's heavy breathing and spit mixing together as you deepened the kiss.

"Mm fuck," Kenma moaned out as you started to grind on him. Just a simple back and forth motion on the tent that was being pitched in his pants.

The roughness of the denim he was wearing was enough to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head started to swell from the lack of oxygen, your lips smacked against Kenma's in a rough manner.

Then all of sudden you were on your back, Kenma had used his strength to flip you over. He removed your bottoms and was now face-to-face with your wet panties. Kenma was at the edge of your queen-sized bed, on his knees ready to please you. He pulled your body towards the edge, wanting to be closer to you.

"You look so pretty like this.." Kenma breathlessly complimented you. "Are you gonna let me eat you?"

"Yes," you responded quickly, not wanting to waste any time.

Kenma smirked, letting out a light laugh before pulling your underwear all the way down. You'd find it somewhere in your room come morning time. You placed your hands on the back of your knees, keeping yourself wide open for Kenma.

Kenma’s face glowed in the low, warm lighting of your room. That image of Kenma in between your legs, his cat-like eyes gleaming in the light would be stamped in your brain for quite some time.

Kenma started off slow, pressing soft kisses to your pussy. Each kiss made a smacking sound, the scenery was so lewd your face started to heat up. Your whole body started to itch from excitement.

Your legs hung in the air as Kenma made out with your pussy, his gummy tongue slid up and down from your slit to your clit.

"Damn, that feels good Kenma," you mewled.

Kenma's laugh vibrated against your clit, the sensation helped sooth the ache in between your legs. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, Kenma's eyes looked at your face while he did so. Wanting to know if he was truly pleasing you.

Kenma fixed his lips to spit on your pussy, adding to the mess he was making between your legs. The feeling of the warm spit hitting your pussy added some stimulation. Your hand found comfort in gripping Kenma's hair, trying to ground yourself in reality as Kenma ate you so sweetly.

"You're so beautiful," Kenma groaned, now moving his plush lips to suck on your clit again.

All you could do was moan as Kenma switched between kissing your pussy, flicking his tongue on your clit, and then sucking on it. You looked down to admire Kenma, and all you got in return was the sight of his hungry eyes looking back at you.

"You like this? Tell me how good I'm making you feel baby," Kenma demanded. But how he was commanding you felt like a hug after a long day, Kenma's sweet delivery made your heart flutter.

"So good Kenma, you're making me feel so good ohmygod!" Your back arched as you praised him, your praise caused him to suck on your clit harder.

"Are you close?" Kenma broke his sucking on your clit, using his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit as he spoke to you.

"Yes!"

Kenma's mouth returned to your cunt, he sucked on your clit once again. But this time he used his tongue to add extra stimulation. Your legs shook slightly as your orgasm came crashing down on you, the release tensed your body up before it could relax it. The sound of your broken moan echoed off of the walls of your bedroom.

"Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me." Kenma continued to eat you through your orgasm, not getting off of you until you pushed his head away. The heavy stimulation after cumming was a little too much for you.

Your legs hung off of the edge of the bed as Kenma went to sit down on your bed. You laid there, trying to catch your breath after that near life-changing orgasm.

The satisfied smile on your face made Kenma's dick impossibly harder. Kenma bit his lip as he thought about what it felt to be inside of you, he was just as excited as you were.

"If you keep this up I might just marry you," you joked as you scooted up your bed. Now resting your head on the pillows. Kenma did the same, lying beside you.

"I can make some arrangements for that," Kenma's cheeky smile caused your stomach to flutter. His sense of humor was something you liked about him, appreciating how different it was from some of the people you met around here.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" You asked, the teasing tone in your voice made Kenma groan out of sexual frustration. He couldn't begin to process how horny he was for you.

"You got condoms here?"

You leaned over to one of your nightstands, pulling the drawer open to find two spare condoms. You picked one up and put it in between you and Kenma.

You thought before you spoke, remembering the only reason why you guys went raw last time was because you were both pretty tipsy. You supposed practicing safe sex was a good thing, the condoms you had were thin so you hoped it would feel similar to last time.

Kenma stood up, and lifted his top over his head. You decided to start taking off the rest of your clothes as well.

You admired Kenma's stomach as he went to unzip his pants. The band from his underwear showed and those 10 seconds before he pulled down his pants felt like you were in heaven. He was relatively fit, leaning on the skinner side. The picture of Kenma with his shirt off would be mentally stamped into your mind for a long time. His black hair rested above his shoulders so perfectly it looked as if it was styled.

Kenma's cat-like eyes locked onto your bare body as you finished taking off your final piece of clothing. He looked at you in awe as he took in the sight before him, wowed by your beauty. Kenma took off his underwear, his dick finally springing free after being confined for so long. The feeling made him moan faintly, happy to finally get some relief.

Kenma sat back down on the bed, thinking to himself, 'is this too intimate?' Not that he minded, but he didn't want to scare you away. This was your first time hooking up with each other since the party. So it's not like you two hadn't had sex before, but you were both fully clothed when you did. It wasn’t so intimate last time.

But now you laid across from each other bare, completely vulnerable. Kenma's stomach churned at the idea of opening up to you all the way, fears tugged at the back of his mind that maybe you wouldn't accept him for who he truly is.

But those fears washed away when you pressed your lips to his, your hand coming around to hold his neck as you kissed him passionately. And unlike the rough kiss you shared in the kitchen, you kissed him softly, savoring the sensation of his soft lips on yours.

Kenma put his hands on your hips, guiding you onto your back as he climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss. The smacking sounds coming from you two sounded less like causal sex and more like a couple reuniting after years of being apart.

Kenma reached for the condom, opened the package and then slid it on himself. Fitting around his dick near-perfectly.

Kenma observed you, trying to read how you were feeling before speaking. His intense eyes ghosting over your body made you nervous, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he finally made his assessment, he spoke.

"Can you ride me please?" That came out more pathetic than he wanted it to, Kenma’s dilated eyes pleaded to you like a cat begging for its owner's food.

You laughed lightly at his suggestion, "sure, I can try my best."

Kenma got off of you, and laid down carefully, as if he was afraid to cause a disturbance in the air. You got on top of him, sitting on his lower stomach. You reveled in the idea of him being inside of you, you almost couldn't contain your excitement.

You didn't realize you were smiling before Kenma pointed it out, "you're happy." He said in a light tone.

"You're just so cute," your hands cupped his face. You raised your hips, your arm reached behind you to grab his lengthy dick, getting ready to seat yourself on it.

As you aligned Kenma up with your hole, you began to sink down. Kenma stretched you out so nicely. He moaned as you sunk further down on him, you let out your own little noise from feeling like you were being split open.

You sat there for a minute to adjust to Kenma's size. His hands found your hips, his hands played with plushness that surrounded that area. You two didn't say anything, just stared at each other with an understanding in your eyes. Kenma’s mouth found its way to one of your nipples, sucking on it.

You moaned softly as you felt his tongue swirl around your bud, the extra stimulation made adjusting to his size easier.

You moved your hips up, causing Kenma to whimper out a 'fuck..'. You bounced up and down on Kenma, the sound of skin slapping together plugged your ears as you rode him.

Since you were on top, you were able to hit all of the angles you wanted. The feeling of Kenma's dick filling you up, the sensation of his tip hitting that one spot inside of you was driving you insane.

"You feel so good, Kenma mngh," you whined. You hung your head so all you could see was Kenma's chest as you continued to ride him. You felt the intensity of his catty eyes on you, being so exposed made your polished rhythm faltered as you realized what you were doing. The cloud of horniness that floated around in your brain was starting to clear, letting room for the sun to shine.

Your body was unguarded, Kenma could see every little part of your anatomy that was initially reserved for looking in the bathroom mirror before a shower or your past partners.

Kenma was seeing you for you. In a vulnerable state where you were being stuffed to the brim with sweet stimulation.

"Just like that, (name) ride me just like that." Kenma bit his lip, the sight in front of him was one he'd remember for a long time. Your chest fully exposed to him as your cunt bounced up and down on him, the sound of your moans. You calling out for him was his favorite thing.

"Kenma!" Your hips started to roll on Kenma as you wanted to take a break from bouncing.

"You feel so good princess," Kenma whimpered. "Look at me, please." He begged for you.

You moved back to bouncing before your eyes looked into his. You saw gold irises with tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. You smiled at the sight of Kenma's watery eyes, he looked so adorable when he was near being fucked-out.

"M'so close," Kenma whined, his hands moved to cup your ass. Helping you move up and down on his length as your pace started faltering once more. Your pussy clenched around him so sweetly which caused Kenma to whimper louder than before.

Kenma’s assistance on helping you bounce made you lean forward again. Your bare chest laid on his, you two were practically heart to heart as Kenma fixed his hips to thrust up into you.

"Kenma it feels so good ohmygod!" Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving little crescent indents on his warm skin.

"I've got you, it's okay." Kenma reassured, the timbre of his voice and his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you was quickly sending you to another orgasm. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Kenma gasped.

The feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, his tip becoming more and more sensitive as he thrusted up into you, made Kenma come undone. His thrusts grew sloppy as his warm cum filled the condom he was wearing.

You could feel the warmth inside of you, but there was that thin layer preventing it from being fully inside of you.

"Don't stop please, I'm almost there," you moaned. You were so close to reaching bliss.

Kenma's hips thrusted into you as he fucked you through his orgasm. You came undone along with Kenma, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter to ground yourself as he fucked you through your orgasm.

After that high, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. No longer filled with moaning, reassurance, the sound of squelching and skin slapping together.

You fully relaxed yourself on Kenma's bare chest as he pulled out of you. Too lazy to take the condom off just yet. You stared at his arm, discovering a light brown spot on his upper shoulder, the outline vaguely looked like a cat's face.

"What's that?" You pointed to the spot.

"Birthmark," Kenma was still trying to catch his breath. "Had it.. since birth."

"Well I could've told you that." You giggled, Kenma softly laughed along with you. Only stating the obvious as his brain was clouded with the thought of you.

In all honesty, Kenma was nervous when he had started to undress. Exposing himself to people wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Hooking up with people, he did that with ease. But the emotional aspect was something he was afraid of, out of a fear of being rejected. People not wanting Kenma for Kenma, but for Kodzuken.

You were different though, he could tell as you drew shapes around his cat-adjacent birthmark.

Kenma could feel himself getting hard again, the sight of you naked was more than enough to get him going. The feeling of your weight on his body grounded him into reality. The warmth radiating from you made him comfortable, he felt safe in your cozy room.

"You up for another round?" He asked, wanting to know how you were feeling. This time asking for it explicitly, instead of trying to read your face.

"Mhm," you just nodded, still a little out of it from thinking back to your previous orgasms.

Kenma grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over, your head plopped on the pillow softly as Kenma got up and reached for your drawer. He took off the condom he had on previously, disgustingly trying to tie it up and throw in it a trash can across your room. But he missed.

"Airballll," you gently shouted out, laughing at Kenma's misfortune.

"Oh shut up, you wouldn't have made that." Kenma teased, his eyes narrowed at you but he wore such a sweet smile on his face.

"I totally would've, you've got a skill issue."

"I don't have a skill issue with making you cum." Kenma mumbled lightheartedly, sliding the new condom onto his dick.

"You do with making buckets though," you stuck your tongue out at him. Not thinking anything of your silly gesture.

Not until you felt a slimy sensation on the part of your tongue that you had stuck out. You looked at Kenma's lips to see a little spit still leftover.

He had spit on your tongue.

"I didn't miss that, did I?"

You just rolled his eyes, trying your best not to smile at his obscene gesture. Spitting on you just to prove a point, the silliest thing to happen to you all night.

Kenma bent your legs, aligning himself in between them. Your calves hung in the air. Kenma grabbed his dick and started to stroke it, fully hard, prepared to be inside of you. He rubbed his latex-covered tip on your clit, giving you some stimulation before he plunged deep inside of you.

The warmth of your cunt made him groan. You were sucking him in so nicely he didn’t want to leave. The feeling of his dick being enveloped so kindly by you made him tear up, little sparks of pleasure seared across his skin.

Kenma can't recall the last time he saw something so beautiful. The sight of you underneath him, fully exposed. Vulnerable to anything. The little imperfections littered across your skin looked like a map to Kenma, a map that led to finding the real you.

Kenma started to move, moving his hips back, his tip almost popping out before he slid back in.

"Fuck Kenma you're so big.." You groaned, your head rested so comfortably on the pillows.

Seeing you like this, Kenma couldn't decide if you were human or if you were an angel sent down just for him.

Kenma thrusted inside of you slowly, wanting to savor your disheveled appearance. Your sweat caused your body to glisten, you looked so beautiful under the warm lighting of your bedroom. Kenma didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

He was so out of it, thinking about you clouded his mind so thickly that he didn't register how the speed of his hips picked up, practically pounding into you. And he didn't realize the mix of mewls and moans were coming from you, begging him to slow down as 'he was too big' and how it 'felt too good'. Kenma felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to fuck into you.

"Kenma it's too much ohmygod!" Your eyes rolled back as your hand weakly tried pushing at Kenma's thigh to elevate the pleasure. But to no avail did it work. You felt faint droplets hit your skin, looking up to see Kenma’s fucked out face.

"I got you baby it's o-okay, just take it for me yeah?" Kenma comforted you as your legs began to shake, "Just look at me okay?”

Your eyes met his, you saw a tinge of redness in them as salt pricked his eyes. Kenma’s gold eyes dialed in on your blissed-out face. You found comfort in his tears, how he bit his lip to ground himself. He was a pretty crier, the overhead light on your ceiling looked like he had a halo floating above his head.

Kenma looked angelic as he drove his dick into you.

Kenma didn't think that you might have been sensitive after your previous orgasms. But he didn't care, his hand grabbed one of your legs, putting your ankle on his shoulder as his dick bullied your cunt.

"Please Kenma it's too much," you cried out, the salt from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes pickled your irises.

"You're okay, you're doing so good for me," Kenma sniffled as he talked you through being overstimed, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room.

For some reason, Kenma decided to stimulate you further and started to rub his thumb on your clit. You could feel the pleasure in your stomach, the overstimulation was starting to drive you crazy.

"Kenma I'm close! Don't stop," but you craved him, your back arched off of the soft mattress you laid on. Kenma pressed a kiss to your ankle, thumb still on your clit. Between the two of you, neither of you could tell who looked more disheveled.

Kenma's tired smile and misty eyes were a contender, but your opened mouth and how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull kind of had Kenma beat.

White spots started to cloud your vision, the thumb on your clit was unrelenting. The angle Kenma was at hit that spot inside of you graciously. Everything about this scene was perfect as it was erotic.

A moan ripped out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your loud mewling was almost like the train horn warning cars that it was on its way. Your legs shook around Kenma as your vision was starting to become blurry.

"Holy shit!" Kenma sputtered as he came right after you, you felt that warm sensation inside of you once again. His cum contained by the latex he wore, it was kind of like a squishy ball with an unknown source of gelatin inside of it.

The room that was filled with squelching sounds and loud moans was now filled with near silence. Kenma collapsed on your chest, you could feel his heavy breathing on top of you.

You brought a hand up to his hair, your fingers started playing with the strands. The blond at the end of his black roots made you smile fondly, you wonder if he wanted to dye his hair again or leave it as is.

"That was amazing," Kenma mumbled against your tepid skin, his dick resting inside of you. His cool breath made your skin tingle.

Tiredly, you replied, "yeah it was."

You two laid there for a while, trying to figure what this meant for your relationship. Whether this intimate occasion was a one-time ordeal or if you'd keep seeing each other.

You pushed at Kenma's shoulder, he got the message and rolled over. His back laid against your bed as you started to make your way to your en-suite bathroom.

Unfortunately for you, your legs started to wobble on the way. Your hands leaned against the wall for support.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, swiftly getting up from his comfortable spot on the bed to assist you.

"Yeah, I'll be alright." You reassured him.

Regardless, Kenma still helped you to your bathroom. Not needing to open the door since it was already opened. He led you to the toilet so you could take care of your business, and prevent an UTI. Kenma found his way over to the cute trash can you had in your bathroom, chibi sketches of your favorite character decorated it.

Taking off his soiled condom, he groaned at the relief of his dick finally being free.

You wiped yourself and then went to wash your hands. As you were doing that Kenma came up behind you. You were both still naked, still revealing yourselves to each other.

Kenma’s arms wrapped around your waist, he sighed into your skin before he spoke. "Do you mind if I take a shower here?"

"I don't mind," you responded quickly. Your heart suddenly started to beat faster. You thought of asking Kenma something, but you were becoming increasingly afraid to do so.

Kenma pressed a kiss to your ear, then to your cheek. "Thanks, you did so good for me today."

You smiled warmly at his praise, no longer feeling as nervous as you did moments before. "Thank you.. actually Kenma, can I ask you for something?"

"What?"

You looked in the mirror and saw his tear-stained face, his curious, gold eyes peered into your soul.

"Could you stay over tonight?" Your request echoed in your bathroom. The implications of the question felt heavier than you expected.

"Yeah, I can." Kenma placed kisses to your neck, you felt relieved by that answer. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as Kenma’s plush lips brushed your sensitive neck.

"Thank you.."

"No need to thank me," he pressed one last kiss to your cheek.

Eventually, you and Kenma hopped in the shower together. You found him something for him to clean himself with and then started the shower. Neither of you talked as you stood under the water, Kenma just hugged you from behind as all of the warm water hit your skin.

The comfort of Kenma's presence was more than enough for you.

You both made your way back to your room, you went through your nighttime routine as normal while Kenma dried off his hair in the corner.

"Hey, do you have anything for me to wear?"

"Just wear your boxers." You joked.

"Okay." He accepted.

You looked over to him from your bed, smiling at his compliance. "I'm just kidding, there should be some oversized shirts in that drawer right there." You pointed to the drawer you were talking about.

Kenma pulled it open and grabbed the first t-shirt he saw. He unfolded it and held it from the top of its sleeves, trying to see the design on it. It was a shirt that had your old interest from middle school on it.

He smirked as his eyes scanned the shirt, "I had no clue you were a fan of this."

"Shut up before I kick you out." You threatened.

Kenma just laughed as he pulled the shirt over his toned torso, flopping down on your bed afterwards. You were sitting up on your bed as you scrolled on your phone. Kenma was laying on his stomach, his arms supporting his head as he looked at you.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?"

"That fuckass reporter managed to make the news." You grimaced at the thought of that bum getting clout off of degrading you. Just the thought that he thought it was okay to talk to you like that made you upset. Damn near 75k likes of you being called a bitch by an actual bitch.

"Fuck that guy, plus," Kenma moved his body to sit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "People are looking at you, not him. He only managed to get attention because of you."

"I guess so.." You said in contemplation. "Y'know people are also talking about how you defended me?"

"Yeah?" Kenma leaned over to get a better view of your phone.

"Yeah, look at these," you moved your hand, your phone was in the middle of you now so you both had a good view.

"Kenma got that dog in him 😭"

"Big Kodzuken not the little one"

"When are we going to discuss how toxic paparazzi culture is? The invasiveness of it all is why celebrities develop drug addictions and drive themselves crazy, this is not okay and I hope (name) is doing well."

"(Name) is literally shaking her I'm so upset for her :((("

"Calling her a bitch when she's like the sweetest celebrity alive is crazy work, ngl we gotta beat this guy with hammers."

"Wait why were Kenma and (name) together in the first place, they’re literally this random duo I just made up 😭"

"My goat Kodzuken defending his date from these losers, he's a good man y'all should be taking notes!"

"Some of these people are funny," Kenma smiled at the tweets from his fans. Appreciating their support.

"Yeah they are."

"I do hope you're doing okay though, I know that was a lot to go through." Kenma spoke softly, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but genuineness.

"After tonight I think I'm doing better than okay." You pressed a kiss to Kenma's soft lips.

After scrolling through your phone for another few minutes, you and Kenma both finally went to sleep.

Your head and hand rested on his chest while his arms surrounded you, protecting you from whatever he thought was a threat.

You weren't sure what this meant for your relationship, whether Kenma had decided he liked you and wanted to see you after tonight was a question for tomorrow.

But you knew how you felt about Kenma, you liked him a lot. He was good company. Funny, down-to-earth, nerdy, a good fuck.

You didn't want to lose him from simply 'not-being-compatible'. But you had no idea that Kenma was thinking the same thing, hoping that you wouldn't get the ick and ditch him for the next guy.

And unbeknownst to you, in the morning, Kenma woke up earlier than you. His broken sleep caused him to wake up at around 3am. And before any of his brain cells could turn on he grabbed his phone and took a picture of the two of you cuddling. You slept so peacefully next to him.

The only reason why Kenma took that picture  was because he wanted this moment to last forever. You resting in his arms, the look he gave you in that picture he shot wasn’t intentional. It was just him looking at you like you were worth the whole world and more. He couldn’t wait to know you more. Kenma knew that there was no future for him where you weren’t with him. He wanted you by his side at all times. All he needed was you.

Just you and him. Together.

xoxo

[miusies]

to minji, hanni, danielle, haerin, and hyein

i hope to have the impact you had one day. no i won't be able to sell out stadiums and consistently break records.

but i hope that when people read my work, they are able to feel how i did when i first listened to ditto. i hope i am able to make people happy, like how you made me, whenever they read what i have wrote.

i hope to bring others the joy you brought me.

i hope to evoke warm feelings into others, i hope to provide comfort on a brutally cold winter day. just like how ditto and omg does for me.

i hope to provide summer fun like how you did with your self-titled newjeans ep, get up ep, zero, how sweet ep, and supernatural ep.

i hope to give people a full-year of fun, love, and joy. like what you gave me from 2022 to 2025. thank you for your activities and your music.

newjeans is more than a girl group to me, they're my inspiration. they're what i desire to be. despite the parasocialism of it all, newjeans has provided me with more comfort in my adolescence years than any one person could of.

newjeans was not only a girl group, they were an escape from a life that was depressing me.

so thank you for being my safe haven, i will always love you minji, hanni, danielle, haerin, and hyein.

happy four years ! 💙🩷💛💚💜

[miusies]

happy fourth year anniversary to newjeans ( mhdhh ). thank you minji, hanni, danielle, haerin, and hyein for providing fun in my youthful days. i am so incredibly proud of you all and i am incredibly grateful for all that you have provided me with. you gave me love, comfort, and some of my favorite songs of all times. thank you for all of the memories, thank you for working so hard to provide for tokkis! thank you for being fighters, and standing up for what you believed in. thank you for giving my dull teenage years a purpose. before newjeans, i never thought i would know what it was like to be a teenage girl. i was somewhat lonely, a nerd, and i didn't have many connections in high school. but when newjeans debuted, everything changed. for once in my life, i felt like a girl. i felt like a true teenage girl whenever i listened to their music. i never thought i would have a normal teenage experience, and i didn't thanks to being black at a pwi. but newjeans helped make the process easier, from music, to lives, to their performances. everything newjeans has done has made me feel special. i loved seeing them thrive, seeing them interact made me feel like i had a true friendgroup of my own. and with their indirect help, i met some of my best ( online ) friends. so thank you minji, hanni, danielle, haerin, and hyein for growing up with me. your efforts and creativity will always be in my heart, till the very end.

– until 2029.

[showhay]

“but now, we’re settled down in my kitchen talking.”

timeskip!kozume kenma x f!reader

w/c: 1.1k ,, wait! series

the kitchen smells faintly of vanilla and burnt sugar—the latter entirely kenma’s fault, though he’d never admit it to the thousands of people currently watching his screen.

it’s supposed to be a milestone stream. a casual, domestic cooking broadcast to celebrate a subscriber peak, something his management team had nudged him to do for months. kenma had agreed only on the condition that he wouldn’t have to carry the commentary alone. which is how you ended up trapped between the kitchen counter and a massive stainless steel bowl, trying to read a chaotic, fast-moving chat while kenma aggressively whips egg whites.

“your form is terrible,” you murmur, leaning your chin on his shoulder to peer at the iPad propped against the coffee maker. “chat says you look like you’re trying to defeat a boss, not bake a soufflé.”

kenma hums, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. his bleached hair is tied up in a messy, half-hearted bun, a few dark strands framing his face. he doesn’t look at the camera; his focus is entirely split between the stubborn eggs and the way you’re pressing your weight against his back. “it’s a stamina test,” he replies, his voice quiet, carrying that distinct, sleepy cadence that his viewers love. “the recipe said stiff peaks. these are... medium peaks.”

“they’re sad peaks, kenma.”

“shut up.” there’s no bite to it, just the easy, worn-in comfort of two people who have spent years navigating each other’s spaces.

the chat is flying by in a blur of emoticons and uppercase screaming. since kenma transitioned from a quiet volleyball setter to a wildly successful CEO and streaming personality—the public curiosity about his private life had skyrocketed. today was the first time you’d actually appeared on camera with him, rather than just being a stray voice or a hand petting kenma from time to time.

you reach past him to grab the vanilla extract, your fingers brushing his waist. “let me take over before your arm falls off.”

“i’ve got it,” he says, but his grip on the whisk is slipping. he shifts his stance to get better leverage, turning his torso with a sudden, sharp jerk.

it happens in a fraction of a second. kenma’s elbow swings outward, driven by the momentum of his frantic whisking, and connects sharply with your ribs.

the impact isn’t enough to break anything, but it’s a direct hit to a sensitive spot. you let out a sharp, involuntary ‘oof’ and instantly double over, clutching your side as the wind gets knocked out of you. the vanilla bottle clatters onto the marble counter, rolling harmlessly into a puddle of spilled milk.

kenma freezes. the whisk clattered into the bowl, sending a small spray of egg white onto his apron, but he doesn’t care. his entire demeanor shifts from mild irritation to sheer, unfiltered panic in the span of a heartbeat.

“—oh my god. y/n. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he blurs out, his voice dropping an octave, completely forgetting the live broadcast, the camera, and the five-digit viewer count.

he’s on his knees in front of you before you can even straighten up, his hands hovering over your waist, trembling slightly. he looks up at you with wide, wide golden-brown eyes, a rare flash of genuine vulnerability breaking through his usual stoic mask. “where did i hit you? did i hit your ribs? let me see, let me—”

“ken, i’m fine,” you wheeze, a breathless laugh bubbling up despite the dull ache in your side. “it just caught me off guard. i’m okay.”

“you’re not okay, you gasped,” he insists, his hands finally making contact. he presses his palms gently against your side, right over your hands, rubbing small, soothing circles into the fabric of your clothes. his touch is warm, frantic, and incredibly tender. he leans his forehead against your hip for a second, letting out a shaky breath. “i’m clumsy. i shouldn’t have been moving like that. look at me, are you dizzy?”

“dizzy from an elbow to the ribs?” you chuckle, reaching down to run your fingers through the loose hairs at the nape of his neck. “ken, look at the screen. you’re neglecting your audience.”

he doesn’t look. instead, he stands up, keeping one arm securely wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him, as if shielding you from the camera’s gaze. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “i don’t care about them right now.”

a collective meltdown is occurring in the live chat.

the text scrolling on the iPad is moving so fast it looks like a waterfall of white light. keyboard smashes, crying emojis, and frantic questions are multiplying by the millisecond.

@ ihatelifebutilovejoaofelix : LOVE ISN’T REAL UNLESS I’M WITH JOAO

@ forgottensniper : me and zodyl when

@ faengelofilum : kissing my shotgun 🤣🤣

@ surabob : look at his eyes he’s actually panicking

among the chaos, a few familiar sub badges pop up. a small corner of the overlay shows a highlighted notification from three prominent community members. anaiya, may, and kora—regular moderators who usually keep the peace—have completely abandoned their duties. instead, their stickers are synced up in the corner, doing the ridiculous, coordinated ‘six seven’ emote across the screen in a celebration of the rare domestic display.

you glimpse the screen over kenma’s shoulder and snort, the movement hurting your side just a little. “your mods are enabling them. may and the others are doing the six seven emote, kenma. they think this is cinema.”

kenma finally glances at the monitor, his eyes narrowing slightly as he catches the three animated figures bouncing in perfect synchronization. “i’m banning all three of them,” he mutters into your shoulder, though there’s no actual malice in his voice. his grip on your waist tightens slightly, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic stroke over your side. “are you sure it doesn’t hurt? do you want to sit down? we can just end the stream.”

“we are not ending the stream over a minor kitchen injury,” you say firmly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. his expression is still soft, a little pinched with lingering guilt. you reach up, using your thumb to wipe a stray speck of egg white from his cheek. “see? i’m perfectly fine. the soufflé, however, is dying.”

kenma sighs, a long, defeated sound, but the tension finally drains from his shoulders. he looks down at the mixing bowl, then back at you, his eyes softening in that quiet, private way that belongs only to you, far away from the cameras and the internet.

“the soufflé was a bad idea anyway,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the temple of your forehead, entirely indifferent to the renewed explosion of chat messages on the screen. “let’s just order takeout.”

n: everybody be testing me today, christ, i’m hungry. godiwantthatevgojocard. also i miss u @j4zume , i dedicate this to you !!

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

iloveu

[miusies]

SUPERSTAR ! ★★

synopsis after hooking up with world famous streamer, kodzuken, at a brand ambassador party, he asks you out on a date. graciously, you accept. but with the life that comes with being a world famous actress, and hoping that the cute guy wants you for you, how will you handle the problems that come your way?

pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

wc 8.3k ( haha.. )

warnings / tags reader is a yapper, reader is called a bitch (not by kenma), angst-ish, fluff, smut, tiny bit of crack, (name) used, reader gets anxious in an anxiety-inducing moment, reader is kind of stalked by the paparazzi but nothing bad comes out of it, female anatomy used for reader, f!receiving oral, cowgîrl, missiønary, multiple orgasms (reader and kenma), pinv (wrap it before you tap it frl), dacryphilia, nipple s u cking, kenma comforts reader, praise, kenma whimpers, reader and kenma are silly, use of profanity ( if i missed anything lmk ! )

note this is a part two to this fic if you wanna read it before this one, but this can kind of be read as a stand alone. this was fun to write ,, kenma i love you and i hope you guys enjoy the fic !

The crisp air hit your lungs as you breathed in, it was colder than you would have liked it to be today. But the sun was setting, casting a cotton candy glow over the outdoor mall you were currently walking in. And it wasn't that cold, but it was colder than what you were used to considering that you lived in Los Angeles. You had on a simple, but cute outfit. You weren't wearing anything brand sponsored, nothing that your stylist crafted together. You were just wearing you, which was possibly the reason why you felt chilly.

And Kenma naturally running cold didn't help, you couldn't hold his hands to seek a sense of warmth. You'd have to hug him to balance your temperature, but this was your first date. And you didn't want to come on too strong, even though you already slept with him.

You watched Kenma as he observed all of the stores, wondering where the two of you should pop in next. He spotted it before you did, a big toy shop. Filled to the brim with cute plushies and trinkets, it looked like a rainbow had exploded inside of the store.

"Hey," Kenma nudged your shoulder. "Wanna check that out?"

You looked to where he was pointing at, and nodded your head yes.

As you two started to walk in the direction of that store, you felt something hit your shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" A lady shouted, walking fast in the other direction. You grimaced at her message as if she wasn't the one who bumped into you. Supposedly being famous didn't stop people from being rude.

You felt something warm in your hands, you looked over to where Kenma was standing and realized you had grabbed his arm as a reflex. Everything happened so fast, so you needed something to hold on to and reached for the nearest thing.

Kenma stared at the lady as she walked away, an annoyed look on his face.

"Are people always this rude over here?" He asked.

"Apparently."

But you still wanted to enjoy the rest of your date with the cutest guy you had ever seen. That cranky old lady couldn’t ruin this for you.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," you quickly reverted back to your normal state, and unwrapped your arms from Kenma.

Kenma let out a light laugh, "don't apologize, it was cute."

You smiled at Kenma's receptiveness and wrapped your arms around his, your head rested on his shoulder. And as the two of you approached the store, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

Window shopping around the cute shop, you saw so many plushies and trinkets that you wanted. And you could afford to buy them but you decided against it, not wanting to pollute your apartment with stuffed animals. Kenma seemed pleased walking around the store, seeing merchandise from some of his favorite video games.

The store itself was busy, the employees looked like they wanted to go home but there was nothing they could do about the high amount of foot traffic. From little kids with their parents to teenagers with a style only social media could have crafted, there were all kinds of people in this store.

As you looked at a wall of Miffy plushies, you felt something tap your shoulder once again. You looked over to see a young blonde girl, in her late teens, dressed in pink, white, and denim, with a friend by her side.

“Ohmygod hi (name)! It’s crazy to see you here!” The young girl exclaimed, phone in her hand matcha in the other.

You just smiled, you enjoyed fan interactions. Especially your female fans. It was nice to meet the people who actually supported you, and had interest in what you were working on.

“Hi! Would you like a picture?” You suggested.

“Yes!” Her smile was brighter than the lights that covered the store, you could tell this meant a lot to her.

She grabbed two Miffy plushies, one pink and one white. One for you to hold and another for her.

“Kiara, can you take some pictures please?” The young girl begged her ‘friend’.

“Uh sure,” her friend said causally. She reminded you of Kenma in a way, with her dark clothes and cat-like eyes. Her brown skin gleamed under the store lights.

You realized you didn’t know the girl’s name, so you asked. “If you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?”

“I’m Leah!”

“Are you guys ready to take a picture?” Kiara asked, she had that dull look in her eyes. It reminded you of how Kenma looked on the night when you two first met, you couldn’t tell what that girl was thinking. But you figured she was happy for Leah.

You and Leah posed with the Miffy figures, you held up a peace sign while Leah held up her matcha.

“It was so nice meeting you!” Leah said, taking her phone back from Kiara.

“It was nice meeting you as well,” you smiled warmly, glad to have had a positive interaction.

“Bye!” Leah waved as she walked away, Kiara’s arm placed her hand around Leah’s waist. The idea of them being a couple warmed your heart.

You said goodbye back and then started to look around for Kenma. Just to see him over by the Sonic section of the store.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey! Find anything you want?” You peered over at Kenma, who was currently searching through keychains. 

“I might get this tail keychain, and another one for Kuroo..” Kenma trailed off.

“Kuroo?” You wondered who he was talking about.

“A good friend of mine, he played on the same volleyball team as me and Lev.”

You hummed in understanding, your eyes traced over all of the keychains on display. Kenma’s mention of his past made you wonder something.

"So how long do you plan on staying in LA?" You asked.

You knew where Kenma was from, Japan, and that he lived there currently. You two only met four days ago, but you found yourself being weirdly attached to him. Despite your busy schedules, you texted each other everyday. Last night, Kenma even fell asleep on face-time. He looked so adorable with a hoodie covering his hair, his head rested so gently on the hotel room pillow. You were sure he reached a state of tranquility that night, one you might never be able to achieve.

"Uhh, I'm not sure actually. I want to see everything the city has to offer though." Kenma answered your question so cool and calmly, it seemed like he didn't put any thought into his answer at all.

But he thought about his words intently. He told you the truth, kind of. As a content creator and businessman, he truly did want to see what Los Angeles had to offer him in terms of career advancement. But in his heart, the only thing the city had to offer was you. Kenma wasn't sure if he'd uproot his life just to move in with you, and he didn't even know you that well to start thinking like that.

But Kenma knew that he felt comfortable with you. And that was rare for him, to truly feel as if he could be himself around someone else. Even though he grew out of it, growing up he always found it difficult to make friends. Connecting with others didn't come easy for Kenma, and when he found something good. He didn't want to let it go.

"Yeah, it's a nice city. Plenty of things to do around here, lots of brands! Tons of brand opportunities, and LA isn't even the only city here, there are uh plenty of others." You rambled, Kenma's answer had shaken you up a little. Even if you were getting closer by the day, it would have been crazy to expect him to move across the world for you. Right?

Kenma just smiled at you, 'she's so cute..' he thought.

"I'm still here for another week though, that's enough time to get a feel for this place."

"It is, I can even show you around!"

A look of amusement flashed across Kenma's face, it left as quickly as it came though. "Really? Any good cafés around here?"

"There are! One of my favorites is around here."

"Lead the way."

You and Kenma ended up not buying anything from that store, figuring that you would just come back another time.

You weren't sure how much Kenma knew about you, but if any of your fans were to be asked 'what was (name)'s favorite café,' they'd be able to answer quickly. Every time you went out with your friends or decided to hang out with other celebrities, you'd take them to this cafe. Almost every monthly photodump you did on instagram had at least one picture of you sitting in this cafe or had a friend of yours sitting in it.

In all honesty, the treats they served reminded you of home. You had moved to LA when your agent recommended it, deciding that it would be good for you to be in a place where there are mountains of opportunities. You sometimes get homesick, missing your family and hometown friends whenever you get lonely at night. But then you discovered this café while walking around.

You were shocked when you looked at the menu, surprised that they served baked goods basically the same to the treats your hometown loved.

Once you arrived, Kenma opened the door for you once again. The setting sun cast an orange glow across the cafe, the windows allowed the sun to shine the rest of its light through it. 

"-they even have one of my favorite drinks, the blueberry smoothie is shockingly good." You were telling Kenma all about the cafe and what they had to offer. You talked about their pastries, the different kinds of coffees they served, even how cute their cups were.

Kenma had a soft smile on his face while you faced the menu wondering what you were gonna try out today. All he did was stare at you, admiring the glow in your eyes when you started to talk about the café's croissants.

"What do you think I should try?" Kenma asked, politely interrupting you.

"Uh, what do you like? Like sweets wise." You tried to gauge what Kenma's taste was, hoping to recommend something he'd like.

"Apple pie? That's pretty good." Kenma's teeth softly sunk into his lip, deep in thought over the menu.

"You should try the apple pie tart they have then! I tried it once with one of my friends. It's so good." `You looked over to Kenma, not expecting to see him staring at you.

His cat-like eyes looked relaxed, like how they would have looked if he was at home, getting ready for bed. There was a hint of adoration in Kenma's gold eyes, the slight upwards curve of his lips made your skin tingle.

You knew that Kenma was attracted to you, he wouldn't have had sex with you in that sterile bathroom if he didn't think so. But seeing him look at you like that made your stomach flutter, you could feel your face getting hot.

Kenma finally managed to warm you up.

"That sounds good, and whatever you get it's my treat." Kenma offered, or at least you thought he was offering. It sounded more like a demand.

"Don't worry about it." You reassured, a smile creeping up on your face. If you stared into his eyes any longer, you were guaranteed to start giggling.

"Nahh, I think I'll worry about it."

"Fine." You said playfully, you had no intentions in paying for your food anyway.

You and Kenma finally ordered and sat down at a small table near the window of the café. You exchanged stories of your craziest fans, favorite songs, and childhood memories. Conversation flowed easily with Kenma, if your conversations were water, they'd quickly become an ocean.

Effortlessly moving along, nothing able to stop it. The force of your connection with Kenma was getting stronger every second you two spent time together.

You two had discussed politics and morals, and they aligned pretty well. It was rare for that to happen to you as you often wouldn't meet eye to eye with the people you tried to date.

Meeting Kenma was like discovering a puzzle piece that you hadn't known you were looking for.

"You ready to get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"Yeah.." You looked outside, the sky was dark now. It was late at night and the café was closing in 10 minutes. You also saw a crowd of people, white flashes hit your eyes every few seconds.

You hadn't realized you spent all that time talking to Kenma and admiring his face. While stuffing your own face with your favorite sugary drink and delicious pastry.

You turned your attention back towards the crowd of people. Except they weren't ordinary people, they were people with large, black cameras. White flashes kept hitting you every three seconds now, your eyes were already getting tired of the paparazzis' cameras.

Kenma offered to throw away everything you had finished up, so you were left with your tasty drink. You stepping outside the café with the cup in your hand and Kenma by your side was guaranteed to become someone's profile picture.

"Over here Miss!"

"Look this way!"

"Kenma pose for us!"

Your eyes were polluted by those bright flashes as you tried to walk away, Kenma's arm was wrapped around you. Trying to keep you away from all of the paparazzi. He didn't know how you usually responded to being bombarded by a herd of people, but he observed you enough to tell whenever you were uncomfortable. And right now was one of those moments.

Your heart was racing as they kept trying to get near you, nearly enclosing you from walking in any direction. You were trapped, your head hung low to avoid them taking any pictures of your face.

"Hey bitch look over here!"

Your eyes widened at the insult, but you were too deep in shock to say anything back.

"Don't call her that!" Kenma barked in your defense like a cat scratching someone out of self-defense. “How about you all just fuck off and leave her alone!”

You could feel the vibrations of Kenma shouting against your torso. You looked up at him, you don't think you had ever seen someone so pissed off. His usual calm demeanour was overtaken by narrowed eyebrows and a stare that cats give people before they scratch them.

You and Kenma found an opening in the mob of people, and made a run for it, running to the next block. Kenma looked around to see if you guys were followed, you weren't. You were greeted by palm trees and cars with bright headlights driving by, all headed home at this late hour.

Kenma looked at his phone, checking the time to see 22:18 (10:18 pm).

You weren't crying, but you were visibly distressed. On the verge of tears with your arms shaking.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, now looking concerned for your well-being. His hands held both of your arms, his cold touch felt oddly good against your burning skin.

"I will be." You reassured him of your condition. This wasn't the first time people were outwardly rude to you, and this wouldn't be the last. You were still relatively new to fame, having only gotten an insane amount of attention just six months ago. 

You never would get used to being bombarded like that. Too many things happening around you at once, it felt unsafe.

Kenma analyzed you, trying to see how you were really feeling instead of just asking. He thought he should've asked before doing this, but he didn't really care at the moment.

You felt your skin be fully engulfed in warmth, despite the cold, night air surrounding you. Kenma's arms wrapped around you so naturally, it was as if he was made to embrace you.

"It's okay.." He tried to comfort you, you sobbed into his chest as he ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.

"I just wanna go home," your voice came out broken, tears streamed down your face as you were wrapped in Kenma's arms.

One of Kenma's hands reached for his backpocket, grabbing his phone but still keeping one arm around you. He decided to just order a taxi to take you to your apartment, since neither of you drove to meet up at the mall.

Kenma guided you into the backseat of the car, his hands felt soft when they collided with skin. You don't think you'll ever forget how his touch felt, light like a feather to not disturb you, but enough to keep you grounded. Kenma's arm hugged you the whole car ride home, not wanting to let you go for one moment. You had stopped crying by that point, but you didn't want Kenma to take his arm away. Not like he would have anyway.

Reaching the entrance of your apartment building, Kenma walked you to the glass doors in the front. The building was only illuminated by the bright, white lights that adorned the outside.

The shrubs that were around your building were great for hiding in, perfect for paparazzi to sneak shots of you entering your apartment. The money-winning shot of Kenma's hand on the small of your back, guiding you into your apartment complex would be plastered everywhere come tomorrow. Along with shots of you and Kenma at the mall, and Kenma yelling at that guy who called you a bitch.

You didn't want Kenma to leave, in all honesty you wanted to cuddle with him tonight. You wondered how his soft breathing would feel brushing against your sensitive skin.

"Did you wanna come up?" You offered, like a dog running to grab its owner a toy.

"Yeah," Kenma accepted.

As the two of you reached your apartment, Kenma looked around, taking in all of the furniture. Despite the modern looking kitchen and the white walls, you managed to make this place your own. It was decorated to the brim with your personality, your living space was uniquely you.

"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, taking off his shoes by your front door.

"I don't know.." You answered, you felt sick. Most of your anxiety was soothed by all of the crying you did in the car, so you knew you were going to be fine for the night.

You placed your keys on your kitchen counter, and then leaned up against it. Sighing out, you looked up at your ceiling. You weren't sure what you would find up there, maybe the answers to the universe. Or how to handle fame.

But soon enough your view was graciously clouded by Kenma, who was closer than you realized. Your chests were pressed up against each other, you could feel his heart beat from how close he was to you. You enjoyed having a lack of space if it meant Kenma was the one to fill it.

He pulled you into a soft embrace once again, and you leaned your head against him.

"I know that was a lot, but you got away, you handled it." His soft, pink lips pressed a kiss to your forehead. A move surprisingly intimate for a pair of people who have only hooked up once.

"But how many more times will I have to go through something like that, how many times will you have to defend me from people who should be minding their own business," you blurted out, a statement that implied longevity of this issue. And if Kenma squinted, it had hints of longevity regarding your relationship with him.

"I'm not sure.." Kenma's voice was low, reassuring, "but if you need me there, I'll be there, just for you." He murmured against your skin.

You felt your lips curving into a small smile, his words, his declaration of protecting you made you feel safe. You stood there, both of your chests moving up and down as you found comfort in one another.

You pulled back first, and Kenma stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You pressed your lips against his. Kenma kissed you back, his hands moving to hold your waist.

"Are you really up for this?" He softly mumbled against your skin, starting to play with the hemlines of your clothes.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You were a little offended, mainly because you didn't like the implications of his statement.

"You just had a long day, don't want you to do anything you might regret." Kenma's hushed tone made it sound like he was ashamed, as if he was holding something back.

"I can't relax after a long day?"

He chuckled, "I guess you can."

Your lips moved against his once again, and as you pushed him towards your bedroom neither of you broke the kiss. Flopping down on your bed, you were on top of Kenma. His tongue, gummy and pink, licked your lips. Your tongue dipped into Kenma’s mouth, your ears were filled with the sound of Kenma's heavy breathing and spit mixing together as you deepened the kiss.

"Mm fuck," Kenma moaned out as you started to grind on him. Just a simple back and forth motion on the tent that was being pitched in his pants.

The roughness of the denim he was wearing was enough to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head started to swell from the lack of oxygen, your lips smacked against Kenma's in a rough manner.

Then all of sudden you were on your back, Kenma had used his strength to flip you over. He removed your bottoms and was now face-to-face with your wet panties. Kenma was at the edge of your queen-sized bed, on his knees ready to please you. He pulled your body towards the edge, wanting to be closer to you.

"You look so pretty like this.." Kenma breathlessly complimented you. "Are you gonna let me eat you?"

"Yes," you responded quickly, not wanting to waste any time.

Kenma smirked, letting out a light laugh before pulling your underwear all the way down. You'd find it somewhere in your room come morning time. You placed your hands on the back of your knees, keeping yourself wide open for Kenma.

Kenma’s face glowed in the low, warm lighting of your room. That image of Kenma in between your legs, his cat-like eyes gleaming in the light would be stamped in your brain for quite some time.

Kenma started off slow, pressing soft kisses to your pussy. Each kiss made a smacking sound, the scenery was so lewd your face started to heat up. Your whole body started to itch from excitement.

Your legs hung in the air as Kenma made out with your pussy, his gummy tongue slid up and down from your slit to your clit.

"Damn, that feels good Kenma," you mewled.

Kenma's laugh vibrated against your clit, the sensation helped sooth the ache in between your legs. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, Kenma's eyes looked at your face while he did so. Wanting to know if he was truly pleasing you.

Kenma fixed his lips to spit on your pussy, adding to the mess he was making between your legs. The feeling of the warm spit hitting your pussy added some stimulation. Your hand found comfort in gripping Kenma's hair, trying to ground yourself in reality as Kenma ate you so sweetly.

"You're so beautiful," Kenma groaned, now moving his plush lips to suck on your clit again.

All you could do was moan as Kenma switched between kissing your pussy, flicking his tongue on your clit, and then sucking on it. You looked down to admire Kenma, and all you got in return was the sight of his hungry eyes looking back at you.

"You like this? Tell me how good I'm making you feel baby," Kenma demanded. But how he was commanding you felt like a hug after a long day, Kenma's sweet delivery made your heart flutter.

"So good Kenma, you're making me feel so good ohmygod!" Your back arched as you praised him, your praise caused him to suck on your clit harder.

"Are you close?" Kenma broke his sucking on your clit, using his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit as he spoke to you.

"Yes!"

Kenma's mouth returned to your cunt, he sucked on your clit once again. But this time he used his tongue to add extra stimulation. Your legs shook slightly as your orgasm came crashing down on you, the release tensed your body up before it could relax it. The sound of your broken moan echoed off of the walls of your bedroom.

"Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me." Kenma continued to eat you through your orgasm, not getting off of you until you pushed his head away. The heavy stimulation after cumming was a little too much for you.

Your legs hung off of the edge of the bed as Kenma went to sit down on your bed. You laid there, trying to catch your breath after that near life-changing orgasm.

The satisfied smile on your face made Kenma's dick impossibly harder. Kenma bit his lip as he thought about what it felt to be inside of you, he was just as excited as you were.

"If you keep this up I might just marry you," you joked as you scooted up your bed. Now resting your head on the pillows. Kenma did the same, lying beside you.

"I can make some arrangements for that," Kenma's cheeky smile caused your stomach to flutter. His sense of humor was something you liked about him, appreciating how different it was from some of the people you met around here.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" You asked, the teasing tone in your voice made Kenma groan out of sexual frustration. He couldn't begin to process how horny he was for you.

"You got condoms here?"

You leaned over to one of your nightstands, pulling the drawer open to find two spare condoms. You picked one up and put it in between you and Kenma.

You thought before you spoke, remembering the only reason why you guys went raw last time was because you were both pretty tipsy. You supposed practicing safe sex was a good thing, the condoms you had were thin so you hoped it would feel similar to last time.

Kenma stood up, and lifted his top over his head. You decided to start taking off the rest of your clothes as well.

You admired Kenma's stomach as he went to unzip his pants. The band from his underwear showed and those 10 seconds before he pulled down his pants felt like you were in heaven. He was relatively fit, leaning on the skinner side. The picture of Kenma with his shirt off would be mentally stamped into your mind for a long time. His black hair rested above his shoulders so perfectly it looked as if it was styled.

Kenma's cat-like eyes locked onto your bare body as you finished taking off your final piece of clothing. He looked at you in awe as he took in the sight before him, wowed by your beauty. Kenma took off his underwear, his dick finally springing free after being confined for so long. The feeling made him moan faintly, happy to finally get some relief.

Kenma sat back down on the bed, thinking to himself, 'is this too intimate?' Not that he minded, but he didn't want to scare you away. This was your first time hooking up with each other since the party. So it's not like you two hadn't had sex before, but you were both fully clothed when you did. It wasn’t so intimate last time.

But now you laid across from each other bare, completely vulnerable. Kenma's stomach churned at the idea of opening up to you all the way, fears tugged at the back of his mind that maybe you wouldn't accept him for who he truly is.

But those fears washed away when you pressed your lips to his, your hand coming around to hold his neck as you kissed him passionately. And unlike the rough kiss you shared in the kitchen, you kissed him softly, savoring the sensation of his soft lips on yours.

Kenma put his hands on your hips, guiding you onto your back as he climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss. The smacking sounds coming from you two sounded less like causal sex and more like a couple reuniting after years of being apart.

Kenma reached for the condom, opened the package and then slid it on himself. Fitting around his dick near-perfectly.

Kenma observed you, trying to read how you were feeling before speaking. His intense eyes ghosting over your body made you nervous, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he finally made his assessment, he spoke.

"Can you ride me please?" That came out more pathetic than he wanted it to, Kenma’s dilated eyes pleaded to you like a cat begging for its owner's food.

You laughed lightly at his suggestion, "sure, I can try my best."

Kenma got off of you, and laid down carefully, as if he was afraid to cause a disturbance in the air. You got on top of him, sitting on his lower stomach. You reveled in the idea of him being inside of you, you almost couldn't contain your excitement.

You didn't realize you were smiling before Kenma pointed it out, "you're happy." He said in a light tone.

"You're just so cute," your hands cupped his face. You raised your hips, your arm reached behind you to grab his lengthy dick, getting ready to seat yourself on it.

As you aligned Kenma up with your hole, you began to sink down. Kenma stretched you out so nicely. He moaned as you sunk further down on him, you let out your own little noise from feeling like you were being split open.

You sat there for a minute to adjust to Kenma's size. His hands found your hips, his hands played with plushness that surrounded that area. You two didn't say anything, just stared at each other with an understanding in your eyes. Kenma’s mouth found its way to one of your nipples, sucking on it.

You moaned softly as you felt his tongue swirl around your bud, the extra stimulation made adjusting to his size easier.

You moved your hips up, causing Kenma to whimper out a 'fuck..'. You bounced up and down on Kenma, the sound of skin slapping together plugged your ears as you rode him.

Since you were on top, you were able to hit all of the angles you wanted. The feeling of Kenma's dick filling you up, the sensation of his tip hitting that one spot inside of you was driving you insane.

"You feel so good, Kenma mngh," you whined. You hung your head so all you could see was Kenma's chest as you continued to ride him. You felt the intensity of his catty eyes on you, being so exposed made your polished rhythm faltered as you realized what you were doing. The cloud of horniness that floated around in your brain was starting to clear, letting room for the sun to shine.

Your body was unguarded, Kenma could see every little part of your anatomy that was initially reserved for looking in the bathroom mirror before a shower or your past partners.

Kenma was seeing you for you. In a vulnerable state where you were being stuffed to the brim with sweet stimulation.

"Just like that, (name) ride me just like that." Kenma bit his lip, the sight in front of him was one he'd remember for a long time. Your chest fully exposed to him as your cunt bounced up and down on him, the sound of your moans. You calling out for him was his favorite thing.

"Kenma!" Your hips started to roll on Kenma as you wanted to take a break from bouncing.

"You feel so good princess," Kenma whimpered. "Look at me, please." He begged for you.

You moved back to bouncing before your eyes looked into his. You saw gold irises with tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. You smiled at the sight of Kenma's watery eyes, he looked so adorable when he was near being fucked-out.

"M'so close," Kenma whined, his hands moved to cup your ass. Helping you move up and down on his length as your pace started faltering once more. Your pussy clenched around him so sweetly which caused Kenma to whimper louder than before.

Kenma’s assistance on helping you bounce made you lean forward again. Your bare chest laid on his, you two were practically heart to heart as Kenma fixed his hips to thrust up into you.

"Kenma it feels so good ohmygod!" Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving little crescent indents on his warm skin.

"I've got you, it's okay." Kenma reassured, the timbre of his voice and his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you was quickly sending you to another orgasm. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Kenma gasped.

The feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, his tip becoming more and more sensitive as he thrusted up into you, made Kenma come undone. His thrusts grew sloppy as his warm cum filled the condom he was wearing.

You could feel the warmth inside of you, but there was that thin layer preventing it from being fully inside of you.

"Don't stop please, I'm almost there," you moaned. You were so close to reaching bliss.

Kenma's hips thrusted into you as he fucked you through his orgasm. You came undone along with Kenma, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter to ground yourself as he fucked you through your orgasm.

After that high, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. No longer filled with moaning, reassurance, the sound of squelching and skin slapping together.

You fully relaxed yourself on Kenma's bare chest as he pulled out of you. Too lazy to take the condom off just yet. You stared at his arm, discovering a light brown spot on his upper shoulder, the outline vaguely looked like a cat's face.

"What's that?" You pointed to the spot.

"Birthmark," Kenma was still trying to catch his breath. "Had it.. since birth."

"Well I could've told you that." You giggled, Kenma softly laughed along with you. Only stating the obvious as his brain was clouded with the thought of you.

In all honesty, Kenma was nervous when he had started to undress. Exposing himself to people wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Hooking up with people, he did that with ease. But the emotional aspect was something he was afraid of, out of a fear of being rejected. People not wanting Kenma for Kenma, but for Kodzuken.

You were different though, he could tell as you drew shapes around his cat-adjacent birthmark.

Kenma could feel himself getting hard again, the sight of you naked was more than enough to get him going. The feeling of your weight on his body grounded him into reality. The warmth radiating from you made him comfortable, he felt safe in your cozy room.

"You up for another round?" He asked, wanting to know how you were feeling. This time asking for it explicitly, instead of trying to read your face.

"Mhm," you just nodded, still a little out of it from thinking back to your previous orgasms.

Kenma grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over, your head plopped on the pillow softly as Kenma got up and reached for your drawer. He took off the condom he had on previously, disgustingly trying to tie it up and throw in it a trash can across your room. But he missed.

"Airballll," you gently shouted out, laughing at Kenma's misfortune.

"Oh shut up, you wouldn't have made that." Kenma teased, his eyes narrowed at you but he wore such a sweet smile on his face.

"I totally would've, you've got a skill issue."

"I don't have a skill issue with making you cum." Kenma mumbled lightheartedly, sliding the new condom onto his dick.

"You do with making buckets though," you stuck your tongue out at him. Not thinking anything of your silly gesture.

Not until you felt a slimy sensation on the part of your tongue that you had stuck out. You looked at Kenma's lips to see a little spit still leftover.

He had spit on your tongue.

"I didn't miss that, did I?"

You just rolled his eyes, trying your best not to smile at his obscene gesture. Spitting on you just to prove a point, the silliest thing to happen to you all night.

Kenma bent your legs, aligning himself in between them. Your calves hung in the air. Kenma grabbed his dick and started to stroke it, fully hard, prepared to be inside of you. He rubbed his latex-covered tip on your clit, giving you some stimulation before he plunged deep inside of you.

The warmth of your cunt made him groan. You were sucking him in so nicely he didn’t want to leave. The feeling of his dick being enveloped so kindly by you made him tear up, little sparks of pleasure seared across his skin.

Kenma can't recall the last time he saw something so beautiful. The sight of you underneath him, fully exposed. Vulnerable to anything. The little imperfections littered across your skin looked like a map to Kenma, a map that led to finding the real you.

Kenma started to move, moving his hips back, his tip almost popping out before he slid back in.

"Fuck Kenma you're so big.." You groaned, your head rested so comfortably on the pillows.

Seeing you like this, Kenma couldn't decide if you were human or if you were an angel sent down just for him.

Kenma thrusted inside of you slowly, wanting to savor your disheveled appearance. Your sweat caused your body to glisten, you looked so beautiful under the warm lighting of your bedroom. Kenma didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

He was so out of it, thinking about you clouded his mind so thickly that he didn't register how the speed of his hips picked up, practically pounding into you. And he didn't realize the mix of mewls and moans were coming from you, begging him to slow down as 'he was too big' and how it 'felt too good'. Kenma felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to fuck into you.

"Kenma it's too much ohmygod!" Your eyes rolled back as your hand weakly tried pushing at Kenma's thigh to elevate the pleasure. But to no avail did it work. You felt faint droplets hit your skin, looking up to see Kenma’s fucked out face.

"I got you baby it's o-okay, just take it for me yeah?" Kenma comforted you as your legs began to shake, "Just look at me okay?”

Your eyes met his, you saw a tinge of redness in them as salt pricked his eyes. Kenma’s gold eyes dialed in on your blissed-out face. You found comfort in his tears, how he bit his lip to ground himself. He was a pretty crier, the overhead light on your ceiling looked like he had a halo floating above his head.

Kenma looked angelic as he drove his dick into you.

Kenma didn't think that you might have been sensitive after your previous orgasms. But he didn't care, his hand grabbed one of your legs, putting your ankle on his shoulder as his dick bullied your cunt.

"Please Kenma it's too much," you cried out, the salt from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes pickled your irises.

"You're okay, you're doing so good for me," Kenma sniffled as he talked you through being overstimed, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room.

For some reason, Kenma decided to stimulate you further and started to rub his thumb on your clit. You could feel the pleasure in your stomach, the overstimulation was starting to drive you crazy.

"Kenma I'm close! Don't stop," but you craved him, your back arched off of the soft mattress you laid on. Kenma pressed a kiss to your ankle, thumb still on your clit. Between the two of you, neither of you could tell who looked more disheveled.

Kenma's tired smile and misty eyes were a contender, but your opened mouth and how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull kind of had Kenma beat.

White spots started to cloud your vision, the thumb on your clit was unrelenting. The angle Kenma was at hit that spot inside of you graciously. Everything about this scene was perfect as it was erotic.

A moan ripped out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your loud mewling was almost like the train horn warning cars that it was on its way. Your legs shook around Kenma as your vision was starting to become blurry.

"Holy shit!" Kenma sputtered as he came right after you, you felt that warm sensation inside of you once again. His cum contained by the latex he wore, it was kind of like a squishy ball with an unknown source of gelatin inside of it.

The room that was filled with squelching sounds and loud moans was now filled with near silence. Kenma collapsed on your chest, you could feel his heavy breathing on top of you.

You brought a hand up to his hair, your fingers started playing with the strands. The blond at the end of his black roots made you smile fondly, you wonder if he wanted to dye his hair again or leave it as is.

"That was amazing," Kenma mumbled against your tepid skin, his dick resting inside of you. His cool breath made your skin tingle.

Tiredly, you replied, "yeah it was."

You two laid there for a while, trying to figure what this meant for your relationship. Whether this intimate occasion was a one-time ordeal or if you'd keep seeing each other.

You pushed at Kenma's shoulder, he got the message and rolled over. His back laid against your bed as you started to make your way to your en-suite bathroom.

Unfortunately for you, your legs started to wobble on the way. Your hands leaned against the wall for support.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, swiftly getting up from his comfortable spot on the bed to assist you.

"Yeah, I'll be alright." You reassured him.

Regardless, Kenma still helped you to your bathroom. Not needing to open the door since it was already opened. He led you to the toilet so you could take care of your business, and prevent an UTI. Kenma found his way over to the cute trash can you had in your bathroom, chibi sketches of your favorite character decorated it.

Taking off his soiled condom, he groaned at the relief of his dick finally being free.

You wiped yourself and then went to wash your hands. As you were doing that Kenma came up behind you. You were both still naked, still revealing yourselves to each other.

Kenma’s arms wrapped around your waist, he sighed into your skin before he spoke. "Do you mind if I take a shower here?"

"I don't mind," you responded quickly. Your heart suddenly started to beat faster. You thought of asking Kenma something, but you were becoming increasingly afraid to do so.

Kenma pressed a kiss to your ear, then to your cheek. "Thanks, you did so good for me today."

You smiled warmly at his praise, no longer feeling as nervous as you did moments before. "Thank you.. actually Kenma, can I ask you for something?"

"What?"

You looked in the mirror and saw his tear-stained face, his curious, gold eyes peered into your soul.

"Could you stay over tonight?" Your request echoed in your bathroom. The implications of the question felt heavier than you expected.

"Yeah, I can." Kenma placed kisses to your neck, you felt relieved by that answer. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as Kenma’s plush lips brushed your sensitive neck.

"Thank you.."

"No need to thank me," he pressed one last kiss to your cheek.

Eventually, you and Kenma hopped in the shower together. You found him something for him to clean himself with and then started the shower. Neither of you talked as you stood under the water, Kenma just hugged you from behind as all of the warm water hit your skin.

The comfort of Kenma's presence was more than enough for you.

You both made your way back to your room, you went through your nighttime routine as normal while Kenma dried off his hair in the corner.

"Hey, do you have anything for me to wear?"

"Just wear your boxers." You joked.

"Okay." He accepted.

You looked over to him from your bed, smiling at his compliance. "I'm just kidding, there should be some oversized shirts in that drawer right there." You pointed to the drawer you were talking about.

Kenma pulled it open and grabbed the first t-shirt he saw. He unfolded it and held it from the top of its sleeves, trying to see the design on it. It was a shirt that had your old interest from middle school on it.

He smirked as his eyes scanned the shirt, "I had no clue you were a fan of this."

"Shut up before I kick you out." You threatened.

Kenma just laughed as he pulled the shirt over his toned torso, flopping down on your bed afterwards. You were sitting up on your bed as you scrolled on your phone. Kenma was laying on his stomach, his arms supporting his head as he looked at you.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?"

"That fuckass reporter managed to make the news." You grimaced at the thought of that bum getting clout off of degrading you. Just the thought that he thought it was okay to talk to you like that made you upset. Damn near 75k likes of you being called a bitch by an actual bitch.

"Fuck that guy, plus," Kenma moved his body to sit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "People are looking at you, not him. He only managed to get attention because of you."

"I guess so.." You said in contemplation. "Y'know people are also talking about how you defended me?"

"Yeah?" Kenma leaned over to get a better view of your phone.

"Yeah, look at these," you moved your hand, your phone was in the middle of you now so you both had a good view.

"Kenma got that dog in him 😭"

"Big Kodzuken not the little one"

"When are we going to discuss how toxic paparazzi culture is? The invasiveness of it all is why celebrities develop drug addictions and drive themselves crazy, this is not okay and I hope (name) is doing well."

"(Name) is literally shaking her I'm so upset for her :((("

"Calling her a bitch when she's like the sweetest celebrity alive is crazy work, ngl we gotta beat this guy with hammers."

"Wait why were Kenma and (name) together in the first place, they’re literally this random duo I just made up 😭"

"My goat Kodzuken defending his date from these losers, he's a good man y'all should be taking notes!"

"Some of these people are funny," Kenma smiled at the tweets from his fans. Appreciating their support.

"Yeah they are."

"I do hope you're doing okay though, I know that was a lot to go through." Kenma spoke softly, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but genuineness.

"After tonight I think I'm doing better than okay." You pressed a kiss to Kenma's soft lips.

After scrolling through your phone for another few minutes, you and Kenma both finally went to sleep.

Your head and hand rested on his chest while his arms surrounded you, protecting you from whatever he thought was a threat.

You weren't sure what this meant for your relationship, whether Kenma had decided he liked you and wanted to see you after tonight was a question for tomorrow.

But you knew how you felt about Kenma, you liked him a lot. He was good company. Funny, down-to-earth, nerdy, a good fuck.

You didn't want to lose him from simply 'not-being-compatible'. But you had no idea that Kenma was thinking the same thing, hoping that you wouldn't get the ick and ditch him for the next guy.

And unbeknownst to you, in the morning, Kenma woke up earlier than you. His broken sleep caused him to wake up at around 3am. And before any of his brain cells could turn on he grabbed his phone and took a picture of the two of you cuddling. You slept so peacefully next to him.

The only reason why Kenma took that picture  was because he wanted this moment to last forever. You resting in his arms, the look he gave you in that picture he shot wasn’t intentional. It was just him looking at you like you were worth the whole world and more. He couldn’t wait to know you more. Kenma knew that there was no future for him where you weren’t with him. He wanted you by his side at all times. All he needed was you.

Just you and him. Together.

xoxo

[miusies]

SUPERSTAR ! ★★

synopsis after hooking up with world famous streamer, kodzuken, at a brand ambassador party, he asks you out on a date. graciously, you accept. but with the life that comes with being a world famous actress, and hoping that the cute guy wants you for you, how will you handle the problems that come your way?

pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

wc 8.3k ( haha.. )

warnings / tags reader is a yapper, reader is called a bitch (not by kenma), angst-ish, fluff, smut, tiny bit of crack, (name) used, reader gets anxious in an anxiety-inducing moment, reader is kind of stalked by the paparazzi but nothing bad comes out of it, female anatomy used for reader, f!receiving oral, cowgîrl, missiønary, multiple orgasms (reader and kenma), pinv (wrap it before you tap it frl), dacryphilia, nipple s u cking, kenma comforts reader, praise, kenma whimpers, reader and kenma are silly, use of profanity ( if i missed anything lmk ! )

note this is a part two to this fic if you wanna read it before this one, but this can kind of be read as a stand alone. this was fun to write ,, kenma i love you and i hope you guys enjoy the fic !

The crisp air hit your lungs as you breathed in, it was colder than you would have liked it to be today. But the sun was setting, casting a cotton candy glow over the outdoor mall you were currently walking in. And it wasn't that cold, but it was colder than what you were used to considering that you lived in Los Angeles. You had on a simple, but cute outfit. You weren't wearing anything brand sponsored, nothing that your stylist crafted together. You were just wearing you, which was possibly the reason why you felt chilly.

And Kenma naturally running cold didn't help, you couldn't hold his hands to seek a sense of warmth. You'd have to hug him to balance your temperature, but this was your first date. And you didn't want to come on too strong, even though you already slept with him.

You watched Kenma as he observed all of the stores, wondering where the two of you should pop in next. He spotted it before you did, a big toy shop. Filled to the brim with cute plushies and trinkets, it looked like a rainbow had exploded inside of the store.

"Hey," Kenma nudged your shoulder. "Wanna check that out?"

You looked to where he was pointing at, and nodded your head yes.

As you two started to walk in the direction of that store, you felt something hit your shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" A lady shouted, walking fast in the other direction. You grimaced at her message as if she wasn't the one who bumped into you. Supposedly being famous didn't stop people from being rude.

You felt something warm in your hands, you looked over to where Kenma was standing and realized you had grabbed his arm as a reflex. Everything happened so fast, so you needed something to hold on to and reached for the nearest thing.

Kenma stared at the lady as she walked away, an annoyed look on his face.

"Are people always this rude over here?" He asked.

"Apparently."

But you still wanted to enjoy the rest of your date with the cutest guy you had ever seen. That cranky old lady couldn’t ruin this for you.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," you quickly reverted back to your normal state, and unwrapped your arms from Kenma.

Kenma let out a light laugh, "don't apologize, it was cute."

You smiled at Kenma's receptiveness and wrapped your arms around his, your head rested on his shoulder. And as the two of you approached the store, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

Window shopping around the cute shop, you saw so many plushies and trinkets that you wanted. And you could afford to buy them but you decided against it, not wanting to pollute your apartment with stuffed animals. Kenma seemed pleased walking around the store, seeing merchandise from some of his favorite video games.

The store itself was busy, the employees looked like they wanted to go home but there was nothing they could do about the high amount of foot traffic. From little kids with their parents to teenagers with a style only social media could have crafted, there were all kinds of people in this store.

As you looked at a wall of Miffy plushies, you felt something tap your shoulder once again. You looked over to see a young blonde girl, in her late teens, dressed in pink, white, and denim, with a friend by her side.

“Ohmygod hi (name)! It’s crazy to see you here!” The young girl exclaimed, phone in her hand matcha in the other.

You just smiled, you enjoyed fan interactions. Especially your female fans. It was nice to meet the people who actually supported you, and had interest in what you were working on.

“Hi! Would you like a picture?” You suggested.

“Yes!” Her smile was brighter than the lights that covered the store, you could tell this meant a lot to her.

She grabbed two Miffy plushies, one pink and one white. One for you to hold and another for her.

“Kiara, can you take some pictures please?” The young girl begged her ‘friend’.

“Uh sure,” her friend said causally. She reminded you of Kenma in a way, with her dark clothes and cat-like eyes. Her brown skin gleamed under the store lights.

You realized you didn’t know the girl’s name, so you asked. “If you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?”

“I’m Leah!”

“Are you guys ready to take a picture?” Kiara asked, she had that dull look in her eyes. It reminded you of how Kenma looked on the night when you two first met, you couldn’t tell what that girl was thinking. But you figured she was happy for Leah.

You and Leah posed with the Miffy figures, you held up a peace sign while Leah held up her matcha.

“It was so nice meeting you!” Leah said, taking her phone back from Kiara.

“It was nice meeting you as well,” you smiled warmly, glad to have had a positive interaction.

“Bye!” Leah waved as she walked away, Kiara’s arm placed her hand around Leah’s waist. The idea of them being a couple warmed your heart.

You said goodbye back and then started to look around for Kenma. Just to see him over by the Sonic section of the store.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey! Find anything you want?” You peered over at Kenma, who was currently searching through keychains. 

“I might get this tail keychain, and another one for Kuroo..” Kenma trailed off.

“Kuroo?” You wondered who he was talking about.

“A good friend of mine, he played on the same volleyball team as me and Lev.”

You hummed in understanding, your eyes traced over all of the keychains on display. Kenma’s mention of his past made you wonder something.

"So how long do you plan on staying in LA?" You asked.

You knew where Kenma was from, Japan, and that he lived there currently. You two only met four days ago, but you found yourself being weirdly attached to him. Despite your busy schedules, you texted each other everyday. Last night, Kenma even fell asleep on face-time. He looked so adorable with a hoodie covering his hair, his head rested so gently on the hotel room pillow. You were sure he reached a state of tranquility that night, one you might never be able to achieve.

"Uhh, I'm not sure actually. I want to see everything the city has to offer though." Kenma answered your question so cool and calmly, it seemed like he didn't put any thought into his answer at all.

But he thought about his words intently. He told you the truth, kind of. As a content creator and businessman, he truly did want to see what Los Angeles had to offer him in terms of career advancement. But in his heart, the only thing the city had to offer was you. Kenma wasn't sure if he'd uproot his life just to move in with you, and he didn't even know you that well to start thinking like that.

But Kenma knew that he felt comfortable with you. And that was rare for him, to truly feel as if he could be himself around someone else. Even though he grew out of it, growing up he always found it difficult to make friends. Connecting with others didn't come easy for Kenma, and when he found something good. He didn't want to let it go.

"Yeah, it's a nice city. Plenty of things to do around here, lots of brands! Tons of brand opportunities, and LA isn't even the only city here, there are uh plenty of others." You rambled, Kenma's answer had shaken you up a little. Even if you were getting closer by the day, it would have been crazy to expect him to move across the world for you. Right?

Kenma just smiled at you, 'she's so cute..' he thought.

"I'm still here for another week though, that's enough time to get a feel for this place."

"It is, I can even show you around!"

A look of amusement flashed across Kenma's face, it left as quickly as it came though. "Really? Any good cafés around here?"

"There are! One of my favorites is around here."

"Lead the way."

You and Kenma ended up not buying anything from that store, figuring that you would just come back another time.

You weren't sure how much Kenma knew about you, but if any of your fans were to be asked 'what was (name)'s favorite café,' they'd be able to answer quickly. Every time you went out with your friends or decided to hang out with other celebrities, you'd take them to this cafe. Almost every monthly photodump you did on instagram had at least one picture of you sitting in this cafe or had a friend of yours sitting in it.

In all honesty, the treats they served reminded you of home. You had moved to LA when your agent recommended it, deciding that it would be good for you to be in a place where there are mountains of opportunities. You sometimes get homesick, missing your family and hometown friends whenever you get lonely at night. But then you discovered this café while walking around.

You were shocked when you looked at the menu, surprised that they served baked goods basically the same to the treats your hometown loved.

Once you arrived, Kenma opened the door for you once again. The setting sun cast an orange glow across the cafe, the windows allowed the sun to shine the rest of its light through it. 

"-they even have one of my favorite drinks, the blueberry smoothie is shockingly good." You were telling Kenma all about the cafe and what they had to offer. You talked about their pastries, the different kinds of coffees they served, even how cute their cups were.

Kenma had a soft smile on his face while you faced the menu wondering what you were gonna try out today. All he did was stare at you, admiring the glow in your eyes when you started to talk about the café's croissants.

"What do you think I should try?" Kenma asked, politely interrupting you.

"Uh, what do you like? Like sweets wise." You tried to gauge what Kenma's taste was, hoping to recommend something he'd like.

"Apple pie? That's pretty good." Kenma's teeth softly sunk into his lip, deep in thought over the menu.

"You should try the apple pie tart they have then! I tried it once with one of my friends. It's so good." `You looked over to Kenma, not expecting to see him staring at you.

His cat-like eyes looked relaxed, like how they would have looked if he was at home, getting ready for bed. There was a hint of adoration in Kenma's gold eyes, the slight upwards curve of his lips made your skin tingle.

You knew that Kenma was attracted to you, he wouldn't have had sex with you in that sterile bathroom if he didn't think so. But seeing him look at you like that made your stomach flutter, you could feel your face getting hot.

Kenma finally managed to warm you up.

"That sounds good, and whatever you get it's my treat." Kenma offered, or at least you thought he was offering. It sounded more like a demand.

"Don't worry about it." You reassured, a smile creeping up on your face. If you stared into his eyes any longer, you were guaranteed to start giggling.

"Nahh, I think I'll worry about it."

"Fine." You said playfully, you had no intentions in paying for your food anyway.

You and Kenma finally ordered and sat down at a small table near the window of the café. You exchanged stories of your craziest fans, favorite songs, and childhood memories. Conversation flowed easily with Kenma, if your conversations were water, they'd quickly become an ocean.

Effortlessly moving along, nothing able to stop it. The force of your connection with Kenma was getting stronger every second you two spent time together.

You two had discussed politics and morals, and they aligned pretty well. It was rare for that to happen to you as you often wouldn't meet eye to eye with the people you tried to date.

Meeting Kenma was like discovering a puzzle piece that you hadn't known you were looking for.

"You ready to get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"Yeah.." You looked outside, the sky was dark now. It was late at night and the café was closing in 10 minutes. You also saw a crowd of people, white flashes hit your eyes every few seconds.

You hadn't realized you spent all that time talking to Kenma and admiring his face. While stuffing your own face with your favorite sugary drink and delicious pastry.

You turned your attention back towards the crowd of people. Except they weren't ordinary people, they were people with large, black cameras. White flashes kept hitting you every three seconds now, your eyes were already getting tired of the paparazzis' cameras.

Kenma offered to throw away everything you had finished up, so you were left with your tasty drink. You stepping outside the café with the cup in your hand and Kenma by your side was guaranteed to become someone's profile picture.

"Over here Miss!"

"Look this way!"

"Kenma pose for us!"

Your eyes were polluted by those bright flashes as you tried to walk away, Kenma's arm was wrapped around you. Trying to keep you away from all of the paparazzi. He didn't know how you usually responded to being bombarded by a herd of people, but he observed you enough to tell whenever you were uncomfortable. And right now was one of those moments.

Your heart was racing as they kept trying to get near you, nearly enclosing you from walking in any direction. You were trapped, your head hung low to avoid them taking any pictures of your face.

"Hey bitch look over here!"

Your eyes widened at the insult, but you were too deep in shock to say anything back.

"Don't call her that!" Kenma barked in your defense like a cat scratching someone out of self-defense. “How about you all just fuck off and leave her alone!”

You could feel the vibrations of Kenma shouting against your torso. You looked up at him, you don't think you had ever seen someone so pissed off. His usual calm demeanour was overtaken by narrowed eyebrows and a stare that cats give people before they scratch them.

You and Kenma found an opening in the mob of people, and made a run for it, running to the next block. Kenma looked around to see if you guys were followed, you weren't. You were greeted by palm trees and cars with bright headlights driving by, all headed home at this late hour.

Kenma looked at his phone, checking the time to see 22:18 (10:18 pm).

You weren't crying, but you were visibly distressed. On the verge of tears with your arms shaking.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, now looking concerned for your well-being. His hands held both of your arms, his cold touch felt oddly good against your burning skin.

"I will be." You reassured him of your condition. This wasn't the first time people were outwardly rude to you, and this wouldn't be the last. You were still relatively new to fame, having only gotten an insane amount of attention just six months ago. 

You never would get used to being bombarded like that. Too many things happening around you at once, it felt unsafe.

Kenma analyzed you, trying to see how you were really feeling instead of just asking. He thought he should've asked before doing this, but he didn't really care at the moment.

You felt your skin be fully engulfed in warmth, despite the cold, night air surrounding you. Kenma's arms wrapped around you so naturally, it was as if he was made to embrace you.

"It's okay.." He tried to comfort you, you sobbed into his chest as he ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.

"I just wanna go home," your voice came out broken, tears streamed down your face as you were wrapped in Kenma's arms.

One of Kenma's hands reached for his backpocket, grabbing his phone but still keeping one arm around you. He decided to just order a taxi to take you to your apartment, since neither of you drove to meet up at the mall.

Kenma guided you into the backseat of the car, his hands felt soft when they collided with skin. You don't think you'll ever forget how his touch felt, light like a feather to not disturb you, but enough to keep you grounded. Kenma's arm hugged you the whole car ride home, not wanting to let you go for one moment. You had stopped crying by that point, but you didn't want Kenma to take his arm away. Not like he would have anyway.

Reaching the entrance of your apartment building, Kenma walked you to the glass doors in the front. The building was only illuminated by the bright, white lights that adorned the outside.

The shrubs that were around your building were great for hiding in, perfect for paparazzi to sneak shots of you entering your apartment. The money-winning shot of Kenma's hand on the small of your back, guiding you into your apartment complex would be plastered everywhere come tomorrow. Along with shots of you and Kenma at the mall, and Kenma yelling at that guy who called you a bitch.

You didn't want Kenma to leave, in all honesty you wanted to cuddle with him tonight. You wondered how his soft breathing would feel brushing against your sensitive skin.

"Did you wanna come up?" You offered, like a dog running to grab its owner a toy.

"Yeah," Kenma accepted.

As the two of you reached your apartment, Kenma looked around, taking in all of the furniture. Despite the modern looking kitchen and the white walls, you managed to make this place your own. It was decorated to the brim with your personality, your living space was uniquely you.

"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, taking off his shoes by your front door.

"I don't know.." You answered, you felt sick. Most of your anxiety was soothed by all of the crying you did in the car, so you knew you were going to be fine for the night.

You placed your keys on your kitchen counter, and then leaned up against it. Sighing out, you looked up at your ceiling. You weren't sure what you would find up there, maybe the answers to the universe. Or how to handle fame.

But soon enough your view was graciously clouded by Kenma, who was closer than you realized. Your chests were pressed up against each other, you could feel his heart beat from how close he was to you. You enjoyed having a lack of space if it meant Kenma was the one to fill it.

He pulled you into a soft embrace once again, and you leaned your head against him.

"I know that was a lot, but you got away, you handled it." His soft, pink lips pressed a kiss to your forehead. A move surprisingly intimate for a pair of people who have only hooked up once.

"But how many more times will I have to go through something like that, how many times will you have to defend me from people who should be minding their own business," you blurted out, a statement that implied longevity of this issue. And if Kenma squinted, it had hints of longevity regarding your relationship with him.

"I'm not sure.." Kenma's voice was low, reassuring, "but if you need me there, I'll be there, just for you." He murmured against your skin.

You felt your lips curving into a small smile, his words, his declaration of protecting you made you feel safe. You stood there, both of your chests moving up and down as you found comfort in one another.

You pulled back first, and Kenma stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You pressed your lips against his. Kenma kissed you back, his hands moving to hold your waist.

"Are you really up for this?" He softly mumbled against your skin, starting to play with the hemlines of your clothes.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You were a little offended, mainly because you didn't like the implications of his statement.

"You just had a long day, don't want you to do anything you might regret." Kenma's hushed tone made it sound like he was ashamed, as if he was holding something back.

"I can't relax after a long day?"

He chuckled, "I guess you can."

Your lips moved against his once again, and as you pushed him towards your bedroom neither of you broke the kiss. Flopping down on your bed, you were on top of Kenma. His tongue, gummy and pink, licked your lips. Your tongue dipped into Kenma’s mouth, your ears were filled with the sound of Kenma's heavy breathing and spit mixing together as you deepened the kiss.

"Mm fuck," Kenma moaned out as you started to grind on him. Just a simple back and forth motion on the tent that was being pitched in his pants.

The roughness of the denim he was wearing was enough to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head started to swell from the lack of oxygen, your lips smacked against Kenma's in a rough manner.

Then all of sudden you were on your back, Kenma had used his strength to flip you over. He removed your bottoms and was now face-to-face with your wet panties. Kenma was at the edge of your queen-sized bed, on his knees ready to please you. He pulled your body towards the edge, wanting to be closer to you.

"You look so pretty like this.." Kenma breathlessly complimented you. "Are you gonna let me eat you?"

"Yes," you responded quickly, not wanting to waste any time.

Kenma smirked, letting out a light laugh before pulling your underwear all the way down. You'd find it somewhere in your room come morning time. You placed your hands on the back of your knees, keeping yourself wide open for Kenma.

Kenma’s face glowed in the low, warm lighting of your room. That image of Kenma in between your legs, his cat-like eyes gleaming in the light would be stamped in your brain for quite some time.

Kenma started off slow, pressing soft kisses to your pussy. Each kiss made a smacking sound, the scenery was so lewd your face started to heat up. Your whole body started to itch from excitement.

Your legs hung in the air as Kenma made out with your pussy, his gummy tongue slid up and down from your slit to your clit.

"Damn, that feels good Kenma," you mewled.

Kenma's laugh vibrated against your clit, the sensation helped sooth the ache in between your legs. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, Kenma's eyes looked at your face while he did so. Wanting to know if he was truly pleasing you.

Kenma fixed his lips to spit on your pussy, adding to the mess he was making between your legs. The feeling of the warm spit hitting your pussy added some stimulation. Your hand found comfort in gripping Kenma's hair, trying to ground yourself in reality as Kenma ate you so sweetly.

"You're so beautiful," Kenma groaned, now moving his plush lips to suck on your clit again.

All you could do was moan as Kenma switched between kissing your pussy, flicking his tongue on your clit, and then sucking on it. You looked down to admire Kenma, and all you got in return was the sight of his hungry eyes looking back at you.

"You like this? Tell me how good I'm making you feel baby," Kenma demanded. But how he was commanding you felt like a hug after a long day, Kenma's sweet delivery made your heart flutter.

"So good Kenma, you're making me feel so good ohmygod!" Your back arched as you praised him, your praise caused him to suck on your clit harder.

"Are you close?" Kenma broke his sucking on your clit, using his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit as he spoke to you.

"Yes!"

Kenma's mouth returned to your cunt, he sucked on your clit once again. But this time he used his tongue to add extra stimulation. Your legs shook slightly as your orgasm came crashing down on you, the release tensed your body up before it could relax it. The sound of your broken moan echoed off of the walls of your bedroom.

"Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me." Kenma continued to eat you through your orgasm, not getting off of you until you pushed his head away. The heavy stimulation after cumming was a little too much for you.

Your legs hung off of the edge of the bed as Kenma went to sit down on your bed. You laid there, trying to catch your breath after that near life-changing orgasm.

The satisfied smile on your face made Kenma's dick impossibly harder. Kenma bit his lip as he thought about what it felt to be inside of you, he was just as excited as you were.

"If you keep this up I might just marry you," you joked as you scooted up your bed. Now resting your head on the pillows. Kenma did the same, lying beside you.

"I can make some arrangements for that," Kenma's cheeky smile caused your stomach to flutter. His sense of humor was something you liked about him, appreciating how different it was from some of the people you met around here.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" You asked, the teasing tone in your voice made Kenma groan out of sexual frustration. He couldn't begin to process how horny he was for you.

"You got condoms here?"

You leaned over to one of your nightstands, pulling the drawer open to find two spare condoms. You picked one up and put it in between you and Kenma.

You thought before you spoke, remembering the only reason why you guys went raw last time was because you were both pretty tipsy. You supposed practicing safe sex was a good thing, the condoms you had were thin so you hoped it would feel similar to last time.

Kenma stood up, and lifted his top over his head. You decided to start taking off the rest of your clothes as well.

You admired Kenma's stomach as he went to unzip his pants. The band from his underwear showed and those 10 seconds before he pulled down his pants felt like you were in heaven. He was relatively fit, leaning on the skinner side. The picture of Kenma with his shirt off would be mentally stamped into your mind for a long time. His black hair rested above his shoulders so perfectly it looked as if it was styled.

Kenma's cat-like eyes locked onto your bare body as you finished taking off your final piece of clothing. He looked at you in awe as he took in the sight before him, wowed by your beauty. Kenma took off his underwear, his dick finally springing free after being confined for so long. The feeling made him moan faintly, happy to finally get some relief.

Kenma sat back down on the bed, thinking to himself, 'is this too intimate?' Not that he minded, but he didn't want to scare you away. This was your first time hooking up with each other since the party. So it's not like you two hadn't had sex before, but you were both fully clothed when you did. It wasn’t so intimate last time.

But now you laid across from each other bare, completely vulnerable. Kenma's stomach churned at the idea of opening up to you all the way, fears tugged at the back of his mind that maybe you wouldn't accept him for who he truly is.

But those fears washed away when you pressed your lips to his, your hand coming around to hold his neck as you kissed him passionately. And unlike the rough kiss you shared in the kitchen, you kissed him softly, savoring the sensation of his soft lips on yours.

Kenma put his hands on your hips, guiding you onto your back as he climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss. The smacking sounds coming from you two sounded less like causal sex and more like a couple reuniting after years of being apart.

Kenma reached for the condom, opened the package and then slid it on himself. Fitting around his dick near-perfectly.

Kenma observed you, trying to read how you were feeling before speaking. His intense eyes ghosting over your body made you nervous, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he finally made his assessment, he spoke.

"Can you ride me please?" That came out more pathetic than he wanted it to, Kenma’s dilated eyes pleaded to you like a cat begging for its owner's food.

You laughed lightly at his suggestion, "sure, I can try my best."

Kenma got off of you, and laid down carefully, as if he was afraid to cause a disturbance in the air. You got on top of him, sitting on his lower stomach. You reveled in the idea of him being inside of you, you almost couldn't contain your excitement.

You didn't realize you were smiling before Kenma pointed it out, "you're happy." He said in a light tone.

"You're just so cute," your hands cupped his face. You raised your hips, your arm reached behind you to grab his lengthy dick, getting ready to seat yourself on it.

As you aligned Kenma up with your hole, you began to sink down. Kenma stretched you out so nicely. He moaned as you sunk further down on him, you let out your own little noise from feeling like you were being split open.

You sat there for a minute to adjust to Kenma's size. His hands found your hips, his hands played with plushness that surrounded that area. You two didn't say anything, just stared at each other with an understanding in your eyes. Kenma’s mouth found its way to one of your nipples, sucking on it.

You moaned softly as you felt his tongue swirl around your bud, the extra stimulation made adjusting to his size easier.

You moved your hips up, causing Kenma to whimper out a 'fuck..'. You bounced up and down on Kenma, the sound of skin slapping together plugged your ears as you rode him.

Since you were on top, you were able to hit all of the angles you wanted. The feeling of Kenma's dick filling you up, the sensation of his tip hitting that one spot inside of you was driving you insane.

"You feel so good, Kenma mngh," you whined. You hung your head so all you could see was Kenma's chest as you continued to ride him. You felt the intensity of his catty eyes on you, being so exposed made your polished rhythm faltered as you realized what you were doing. The cloud of horniness that floated around in your brain was starting to clear, letting room for the sun to shine.

Your body was unguarded, Kenma could see every little part of your anatomy that was initially reserved for looking in the bathroom mirror before a shower or your past partners.

Kenma was seeing you for you. In a vulnerable state where you were being stuffed to the brim with sweet stimulation.

"Just like that, (name) ride me just like that." Kenma bit his lip, the sight in front of him was one he'd remember for a long time. Your chest fully exposed to him as your cunt bounced up and down on him, the sound of your moans. You calling out for him was his favorite thing.

"Kenma!" Your hips started to roll on Kenma as you wanted to take a break from bouncing.

"You feel so good princess," Kenma whimpered. "Look at me, please." He begged for you.

You moved back to bouncing before your eyes looked into his. You saw gold irises with tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. You smiled at the sight of Kenma's watery eyes, he looked so adorable when he was near being fucked-out.

"M'so close," Kenma whined, his hands moved to cup your ass. Helping you move up and down on his length as your pace started faltering once more. Your pussy clenched around him so sweetly which caused Kenma to whimper louder than before.

Kenma’s assistance on helping you bounce made you lean forward again. Your bare chest laid on his, you two were practically heart to heart as Kenma fixed his hips to thrust up into you.

"Kenma it feels so good ohmygod!" Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving little crescent indents on his warm skin.

"I've got you, it's okay." Kenma reassured, the timbre of his voice and his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you was quickly sending you to another orgasm. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Kenma gasped.

The feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, his tip becoming more and more sensitive as he thrusted up into you, made Kenma come undone. His thrusts grew sloppy as his warm cum filled the condom he was wearing.

You could feel the warmth inside of you, but there was that thin layer preventing it from being fully inside of you.

"Don't stop please, I'm almost there," you moaned. You were so close to reaching bliss.

Kenma's hips thrusted into you as he fucked you through his orgasm. You came undone along with Kenma, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter to ground yourself as he fucked you through your orgasm.

After that high, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. No longer filled with moaning, reassurance, the sound of squelching and skin slapping together.

You fully relaxed yourself on Kenma's bare chest as he pulled out of you. Too lazy to take the condom off just yet. You stared at his arm, discovering a light brown spot on his upper shoulder, the outline vaguely looked like a cat's face.

"What's that?" You pointed to the spot.

"Birthmark," Kenma was still trying to catch his breath. "Had it.. since birth."

"Well I could've told you that." You giggled, Kenma softly laughed along with you. Only stating the obvious as his brain was clouded with the thought of you.

In all honesty, Kenma was nervous when he had started to undress. Exposing himself to people wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Hooking up with people, he did that with ease. But the emotional aspect was something he was afraid of, out of a fear of being rejected. People not wanting Kenma for Kenma, but for Kodzuken.

You were different though, he could tell as you drew shapes around his cat-adjacent birthmark.

Kenma could feel himself getting hard again, the sight of you naked was more than enough to get him going. The feeling of your weight on his body grounded him into reality. The warmth radiating from you made him comfortable, he felt safe in your cozy room.

"You up for another round?" He asked, wanting to know how you were feeling. This time asking for it explicitly, instead of trying to read your face.

"Mhm," you just nodded, still a little out of it from thinking back to your previous orgasms.

Kenma grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over, your head plopped on the pillow softly as Kenma got up and reached for your drawer. He took off the condom he had on previously, disgustingly trying to tie it up and throw in it a trash can across your room. But he missed.

"Airballll," you gently shouted out, laughing at Kenma's misfortune.

"Oh shut up, you wouldn't have made that." Kenma teased, his eyes narrowed at you but he wore such a sweet smile on his face.

"I totally would've, you've got a skill issue."

"I don't have a skill issue with making you cum." Kenma mumbled lightheartedly, sliding the new condom onto his dick.

"You do with making buckets though," you stuck your tongue out at him. Not thinking anything of your silly gesture.

Not until you felt a slimy sensation on the part of your tongue that you had stuck out. You looked at Kenma's lips to see a little spit still leftover.

He had spit on your tongue.

"I didn't miss that, did I?"

You just rolled his eyes, trying your best not to smile at his obscene gesture. Spitting on you just to prove a point, the silliest thing to happen to you all night.

Kenma bent your legs, aligning himself in between them. Your calves hung in the air. Kenma grabbed his dick and started to stroke it, fully hard, prepared to be inside of you. He rubbed his latex-covered tip on your clit, giving you some stimulation before he plunged deep inside of you.

The warmth of your cunt made him groan. You were sucking him in so nicely he didn’t want to leave. The feeling of his dick being enveloped so kindly by you made him tear up, little sparks of pleasure seared across his skin.

Kenma can't recall the last time he saw something so beautiful. The sight of you underneath him, fully exposed. Vulnerable to anything. The little imperfections littered across your skin looked like a map to Kenma, a map that led to finding the real you.

Kenma started to move, moving his hips back, his tip almost popping out before he slid back in.

"Fuck Kenma you're so big.." You groaned, your head rested so comfortably on the pillows.

Seeing you like this, Kenma couldn't decide if you were human or if you were an angel sent down just for him.

Kenma thrusted inside of you slowly, wanting to savor your disheveled appearance. Your sweat caused your body to glisten, you looked so beautiful under the warm lighting of your bedroom. Kenma didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

He was so out of it, thinking about you clouded his mind so thickly that he didn't register how the speed of his hips picked up, practically pounding into you. And he didn't realize the mix of mewls and moans were coming from you, begging him to slow down as 'he was too big' and how it 'felt too good'. Kenma felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to fuck into you.

"Kenma it's too much ohmygod!" Your eyes rolled back as your hand weakly tried pushing at Kenma's thigh to elevate the pleasure. But to no avail did it work. You felt faint droplets hit your skin, looking up to see Kenma’s fucked out face.

"I got you baby it's o-okay, just take it for me yeah?" Kenma comforted you as your legs began to shake, "Just look at me okay?”

Your eyes met his, you saw a tinge of redness in them as salt pricked his eyes. Kenma’s gold eyes dialed in on your blissed-out face. You found comfort in his tears, how he bit his lip to ground himself. He was a pretty crier, the overhead light on your ceiling looked like he had a halo floating above his head.

Kenma looked angelic as he drove his dick into you.

Kenma didn't think that you might have been sensitive after your previous orgasms. But he didn't care, his hand grabbed one of your legs, putting your ankle on his shoulder as his dick bullied your cunt.

"Please Kenma it's too much," you cried out, the salt from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes pickled your irises.

"You're okay, you're doing so good for me," Kenma sniffled as he talked you through being overstimed, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room.

For some reason, Kenma decided to stimulate you further and started to rub his thumb on your clit. You could feel the pleasure in your stomach, the overstimulation was starting to drive you crazy.

"Kenma I'm close! Don't stop," but you craved him, your back arched off of the soft mattress you laid on. Kenma pressed a kiss to your ankle, thumb still on your clit. Between the two of you, neither of you could tell who looked more disheveled.

Kenma's tired smile and misty eyes were a contender, but your opened mouth and how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull kind of had Kenma beat.

White spots started to cloud your vision, the thumb on your clit was unrelenting. The angle Kenma was at hit that spot inside of you graciously. Everything about this scene was perfect as it was erotic.

A moan ripped out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your loud mewling was almost like the train horn warning cars that it was on its way. Your legs shook around Kenma as your vision was starting to become blurry.

"Holy shit!" Kenma sputtered as he came right after you, you felt that warm sensation inside of you once again. His cum contained by the latex he wore, it was kind of like a squishy ball with an unknown source of gelatin inside of it.

The room that was filled with squelching sounds and loud moans was now filled with near silence. Kenma collapsed on your chest, you could feel his heavy breathing on top of you.

You brought a hand up to his hair, your fingers started playing with the strands. The blond at the end of his black roots made you smile fondly, you wonder if he wanted to dye his hair again or leave it as is.

"That was amazing," Kenma mumbled against your tepid skin, his dick resting inside of you. His cool breath made your skin tingle.

Tiredly, you replied, "yeah it was."

You two laid there for a while, trying to figure what this meant for your relationship. Whether this intimate occasion was a one-time ordeal or if you'd keep seeing each other.

You pushed at Kenma's shoulder, he got the message and rolled over. His back laid against your bed as you started to make your way to your en-suite bathroom.

Unfortunately for you, your legs started to wobble on the way. Your hands leaned against the wall for support.

"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, swiftly getting up from his comfortable spot on the bed to assist you.

"Yeah, I'll be alright." You reassured him.

Regardless, Kenma still helped you to your bathroom. Not needing to open the door since it was already opened. He led you to the toilet so you could take care of your business, and prevent an UTI. Kenma found his way over to the cute trash can you had in your bathroom, chibi sketches of your favorite character decorated it.

Taking off his soiled condom, he groaned at the relief of his dick finally being free.

You wiped yourself and then went to wash your hands. As you were doing that Kenma came up behind you. You were both still naked, still revealing yourselves to each other.

Kenma’s arms wrapped around your waist, he sighed into your skin before he spoke. "Do you mind if I take a shower here?"

"I don't mind," you responded quickly. Your heart suddenly started to beat faster. You thought of asking Kenma something, but you were becoming increasingly afraid to do so.

Kenma pressed a kiss to your ear, then to your cheek. "Thanks, you did so good for me today."

You smiled warmly at his praise, no longer feeling as nervous as you did moments before. "Thank you.. actually Kenma, can I ask you for something?"

"What?"

You looked in the mirror and saw his tear-stained face, his curious, gold eyes peered into your soul.

"Could you stay over tonight?" Your request echoed in your bathroom. The implications of the question felt heavier than you expected.

"Yeah, I can." Kenma placed kisses to your neck, you felt relieved by that answer. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as Kenma’s plush lips brushed your sensitive neck.

"Thank you.."

"No need to thank me," he pressed one last kiss to your cheek.

Eventually, you and Kenma hopped in the shower together. You found him something for him to clean himself with and then started the shower. Neither of you talked as you stood under the water, Kenma just hugged you from behind as all of the warm water hit your skin.

The comfort of Kenma's presence was more than enough for you.

You both made your way back to your room, you went through your nighttime routine as normal while Kenma dried off his hair in the corner.

"Hey, do you have anything for me to wear?"

"Just wear your boxers." You joked.

"Okay." He accepted.

You looked over to him from your bed, smiling at his compliance. "I'm just kidding, there should be some oversized shirts in that drawer right there." You pointed to the drawer you were talking about.

Kenma pulled it open and grabbed the first t-shirt he saw. He unfolded it and held it from the top of its sleeves, trying to see the design on it. It was a shirt that had your old interest from middle school on it.

He smirked as his eyes scanned the shirt, "I had no clue you were a fan of this."

"Shut up before I kick you out." You threatened.

Kenma just laughed as he pulled the shirt over his toned torso, flopping down on your bed afterwards. You were sitting up on your bed as you scrolled on your phone. Kenma was laying on his stomach, his arms supporting his head as he looked at you.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?"

"That fuckass reporter managed to make the news." You grimaced at the thought of that bum getting clout off of degrading you. Just the thought that he thought it was okay to talk to you like that made you upset. Damn near 75k likes of you being called a bitch by an actual bitch.

"Fuck that guy, plus," Kenma moved his body to sit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "People are looking at you, not him. He only managed to get attention because of you."

"I guess so.." You said in contemplation. "Y'know people are also talking about how you defended me?"

"Yeah?" Kenma leaned over to get a better view of your phone.

"Yeah, look at these," you moved your hand, your phone was in the middle of you now so you both had a good view.

"Kenma got that dog in him 😭"

"Big Kodzuken not the little one"

"When are we going to discuss how toxic paparazzi culture is? The invasiveness of it all is why celebrities develop drug addictions and drive themselves crazy, this is not okay and I hope (name) is doing well."

"(Name) is literally shaking her I'm so upset for her :((("

"Calling her a bitch when she's like the sweetest celebrity alive is crazy work, ngl we gotta beat this guy with hammers."

"Wait why were Kenma and (name) together in the first place, they’re literally this random duo I just made up 😭"

"My goat Kodzuken defending his date from these losers, he's a good man y'all should be taking notes!"

"Some of these people are funny," Kenma smiled at the tweets from his fans. Appreciating their support.

"Yeah they are."

"I do hope you're doing okay though, I know that was a lot to go through." Kenma spoke softly, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but genuineness.

"After tonight I think I'm doing better than okay." You pressed a kiss to Kenma's soft lips.

After scrolling through your phone for another few minutes, you and Kenma both finally went to sleep.

Your head and hand rested on his chest while his arms surrounded you, protecting you from whatever he thought was a threat.

You weren't sure what this meant for your relationship, whether Kenma had decided he liked you and wanted to see you after tonight was a question for tomorrow.

But you knew how you felt about Kenma, you liked him a lot. He was good company. Funny, down-to-earth, nerdy, a good fuck.

You didn't want to lose him from simply 'not-being-compatible'. But you had no idea that Kenma was thinking the same thing, hoping that you wouldn't get the ick and ditch him for the next guy.

And unbeknownst to you, in the morning, Kenma woke up earlier than you. His broken sleep caused him to wake up at around 3am. And before any of his brain cells could turn on he grabbed his phone and took a picture of the two of you cuddling. You slept so peacefully next to him.

The only reason why Kenma took that picture  was because he wanted this moment to last forever. You resting in his arms, the look he gave you in that picture he shot wasn’t intentional. It was just him looking at you like you were worth the whole world and more. He couldn’t wait to know you more. Kenma knew that there was no future for him where you weren’t with him. He wanted you by his side at all times. All he needed was you.

Just you and him. Together.

xoxo

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pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

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warnings / tags reader is a famous actress, use of (name) for reader insert like three times, model lev appearance, lev and kenma siblingism, wingman lev if you squint, reader is a global brand ambassador for MiuMiu, reader wears a skirt, dubcon, reader and kenma are tipsy, raw pinv, cunninglingus, m and f orgasm, public bathroom s ex, condescending praise, kenma gets compared to a cat when going down on reader, baby and princess used as pet names for reader, mirror sex, spit used as lube, aftercare if you squint really hard, strangers to ?, nervous-ish kenma and nervous-ish reader, mutual feelings, sm ut, fluff

note at first i was going to base this fic off of superstar by jamelia but then i got an idea for i wanna be your boyfriend by hot freaks and it somehow came back to superstar, so enjoy being famous for 7.2k words..! (my longest fic yet omds)

"Hey chat, I told you guys that I would do a quick Q&A before I started playing today and my team found some really compelling questions that you all sent." Kenma's cat-like eyes looked into the camera, a content expression was on his face while he spoke to his larger-than-life fanbase.

After answering a few questions that hundreds of thousands people had asked the most, having fun laughing along with his chat. Creating new memories with his fans, it came time for the final question.

"If you have one, who's your celebrity crush..?" Kenma paused, leaning back slightly in his chair while he pretended to put deep thought into this question. All of it was just for dramatics though. "God that one actress in that new movie, (name) right? Yeah she's cute." Kenma's lips quirked up a little on that last part, and it didn't go unnoticed by his fans.

The chat erupted into various messages of shock, laughter, and slight anger from fans who thought they had a chance with Kodzuken. All Kenma did was softly laugh while he went to start up the game he promised his fans that he'd play today.

And that was all he thought would come from that situation, just an inside joke between him and his fans that he had a ‘crush’ on you.

You were sleeping in your bed in your high-rise apartment, unassumingly. While Kenma was doing a late-night stream somewhere his fans didn't recognize, they figured he wasn't in Japan though. He was rumored to be a guest at a MiuMiu event, some suspected he was able to get in due to Lev modeling for the brand. And you were confirmed to be going to that event, so fans of yours that were also fans of Kodzuken were littered throughout his chat while he streamed, trying to put two to two together.

Kenma didn't think too much about name dropping you, sure he had a million twitch subscribers and was the biggest user on that platform and had fan pages with hundreds of thousands of followers that only focused on clipping him to smithereens. 'But there was no way this would come back to you', he thought. A harmless statement saying that he finds you attractive was nothing newsworthy, but like always. People get attached to the silliest of statements.

Kenma didn't see these videos when they first released, just a mere hour after his stream ended. And you didn't see the videos when they dropped due to being asleep. But there were ship edits of you two, the devil works fast but his fans managed to work faster. Various cute songs like Shadow by f(x), Kinky Love by Pale Saints, and even the Snuggle Song by Schnuffel Bunny were played over videos of yours and Kenma's face while their creativity decided on how those pictures were intricately presented on screen. Honestly, if you had seen the videos you would've been impressed with their editing skills.

They even made Alternative Universe edits with you and Kenma. Kenma wouldn't see any of these edits until the morning, and you wouldn't see them until after the event. But they were there, the fanbase for you x Kenma was growing quicker than the two of you or your teams could have imagined it becoming.

“Over here Miss!”

“Look this way!”

“You look fabulous tonight!’

“I love that pose!”

A collection of people with cameras that were big enough to cover their face were calling your name, demanding you to look in various directions. Your ears were already annoyed before you stepped onto the red, velvety carpet, and their unnecessary yelling made it worse. You were sporting a fashionable look for tonight’s show, something your stylist put together for you. It was an outfit that was true to you, something you'd actually wear outside of tonight. You were proud to be modeling it for tonight, happy to be looking your best before you spent the rest of your evening drinking and socializing.

Your security detail and manager helped you leave the carpet safely, guiding you into the venue of where you’d spent a majority of your night. This was one of the biggest nights of the year for MiuMiu as they'd be showcasing their Spring/Summer 26 collection. And you were one of their best, and biggest global ambassadors. Your recent modeling campaign for them did incredible numbers. They loved you, and your fans loved you with them as they showed love to all of the photos you took for the campaign. And the best part of this whole thing was that your advertisements managed to grab the attention of the general public, people who had never heard of your name before saw the photo and video ads you did, and loved them. You were showered with praise from the minute your photoshoot with them dropped as people felt it was something new, you were fresh in their eyes.

People started using your pictures for profile pictures, making edits to you with pretty songs in the background. Your favorite one was a creative edit that had gotten almost three million likes, your face and body edited to ‘How to Pretend’ by Lucy Bedroque.

And not to mention the whole reason of why you were able to get a global ambassadorship with MiuMiu. Your recent work in the Hollywood acting industry, your talent was praised by numerous professionals and critics, despite this being your first ‘hollywood’ gig. Since you starred alongside an extremely well-loved and respected actor, people had no idea how the no-name next to them was going to blend well with their talent. And you quickly shut down all of their doubts, and now all of sudden you were a media darling. Various interviews and sponsorships came your way almost immediately, and about three months after your basically overnight boom in popularity, MiuMiu had reached out to you.

It was safe to say that this year was your year, you were at the top after what felt like ages of trying to 'make it'. You felt the love from your fans, the general public, and even the media that you thought only existed to tear people down.

But some people were curious about your personal life. You knew that parasocial fans would have come along eventually, but you didn’t think that they would be so fascinated with you. So you started doing vlogs, seemingly alone in your day-to-day life besides seeing your management team and a few friends. Fans were curious if you had a partner, to which you responded, ‘no’, whenever the question came up in interviews.

So luckily, tonight was a night that you'd be surrounded by people going through the same thing. Although some fans managed to come in as they were also journalists and had to report on the fashion show, there were also designers and plenty of other celebrities who were also brand ambassadors for MiuMiu. As your security detail helped you find your front-row seat, they walked away as you started to take in your surroundings. You checked your phone, seeing your manager sent you a text to 'let me know if you need anything or want to leave, don't worry too much about networking tonight if you want to rest. It's been a long year.'

You appreciated the thought your manager had for you, she knew better than to exploit you and work you to the bone. You had been grinding for a majority of the year anyway, now it was finally September and you had no idea what the rest of your year was going to be filled with. You auditioned for some projects, and some casting directors reached out to you offering roles. So you figured the next step was to start sifting through those with your manager and casting agent.

But the biggest thing on your mind, literally, was the guy sitting next to you. You didn't know his exact height but you knew he was too tall to not be on the runway with the rest of the lengthy models.

With shiny silver hair and striking green eyes, standing out must have been something he was used to. And his outfit was a collection of pieces that MiuMiu had created, so you concluded that he was an ambassador too.

"Hey," was all that came out of your mouth before you had even thought of how to approach this situation. His slithering green eyes looked in your direction, an unreadable expression on his face. "How are you?" You asked politely.

He smiled kindly, showing off his near perfect, white teeth, "I'm doing good! How about you?"

"I'm fine, are you an ambassador as well?" You asked, his face looked way friendlier now that he wasn’t caught off guard.

"Yeah, I am. I've modeled for them for quite some time now.. my friend Kenma hasn't though, he's not too into fashion." The tall man glanced beside him, leaning back slightly so you could see his friend.

You leaned forward despite his efforts, and saw one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. His medium-length black hair had blond tips at the end, his golden cat-like eyes seemed so bored as he looked into his phone. You looked at his plush, pink lips, two silver rings adorned his bottom lip. Something that made you wonder how people tolerate the pain for certain piercings.

"Kenma, say hi man." The tall man, whose name you realized you didn't know, nudged his friend to look up from his phone.

As ‘Kenma’ lifted his head up, turning off his phone which looked to be pretty new. His eyes had a slight shock in them, his mouth agape, as if he wasn't expecting to see you.

"Hi.." Was all the shorter man could spit out.

"Hi!" You introduced yourself to him with your name.

"I'm Lev by the way." The tall man shot in, you gave him a smile and started up a conversation with him.

But 'Kenma' interrupted, "I'm Kenma," he said. "It's nice to meet you," he smiled softly while extending his hand to you, his eyes blinking slowly as he looked you up and down.

You took his hand, shaking it gently, "it's nice to meet you Kenma." The way you said his name with the sweetest look on your face, the soft grasp of your hand. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. Kenma knew he had to find a way to talk to you at the brand-sponsored afterparty, there was no way he was letting his opportunity go.

Before the show started, Lev started to show you something on his phone, some pictures from a recent trip he took with his sister. You leaned over to see it better, and no doubt that the two of you conversing together would become a viral moment later on as your every move was being recorded.

The large room was dim, with flickers of light scattered around it. It was decorated in sleek blacks, greys, and whites with the occasional pop of tan brown and light blue, and the words ‘MiuMiu’ were littered throughout the afterparty. For promotional photos no doubt. Most of the color in the room came from the outfits other ambassadors and partygoers were wearing. The bass from the music thumped against the floor and walls, you looked over towards the dance floor to see various celebrities around your age recording themselves dancing on their phones.

You rested your arms on the tall, black table, wondering where you should start for your evening of socializing. You were alone for the night as your agent thought it would do you some good to be solo for an evening as she was often by your side. But you preferred having a familiar face against a sea of unknown ones. I mean you knew who these people were, some of the most famous young people in Hollywood today. And judging by the statistics, you were the biggest at the current moment. So it shouldn't have been so difficult to find the courage to introduce yourselves to others.

But it was. So you stood at the table with a tall flute of champagne, wondering if you were able to go home early after shooting some promotional reels and tiktoks for the brand.

"Hey! I remember you!" You heard a familiar voice shout out, you saw the silver-haired model from earlier, Lev.

You sighed out of relief, seeing a face you recognized, "hey! I didn't know you'd be here."

"Yeah, they invited me to go and my agent wanted me to get some pictures at this party. You wanna take a few?" He suggested, his kindness was so strong you could almost see it radiating around him.

"Sure!"

As he walked closed to you, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You saw Kenma from earlier, standing at the other end of the small but tall table.

He caught you so off guard you weren't able to properly pose for the picture Lev had quickly taken. You didn’t notice, but Kenma’s fingers were moving by his side. As if he was trying to regulate himself.

"Oh that is not a good one.." Lev murmured while scrolling through the three pictures he took.

"How about we take one together?" Kenma's gold eyes looked into yours as he took a sip from his own flute of champagne, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeah sure," you said breathlessly, you had no idea why you were all of a sudden so nervous.

Maybe it was the lack of emotion behind his eyes, everything seemed so causal for him. He was nonchalant! That's what made you nervous about him, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. His stare was intense, in a good way.

And it didn't help that he was obviously, very attractive. And more importantly, exactly your type.

Kenma walked over to you, placing his cold hand on your shoulder, just how Lev did, but this time it felt right considering Kenma wasn't completely towering over you.

"Say cheese," Kenma's smile was cheshire adjacent, his eyes looked like he was up to no good. As if his body was one place, but his intentions with this photo were somewhere else.

And you smiled, making sure to keep your eyes open as the back of his phone camera flashed. The sudden burst of bright light stood out in the dim room, a few heads turned in your direction before turning back.

"We should all take some pictures together then!" Lev suggested, you don't think you've ever seen someone look so happy from a mere idea.

You nodded your head, as you were already in between Kenma and Lev there wasn't much adjusting to do besides smiling and using your hand to create various poses that one of you would eventually post.

The next hour or so went pretty well, you talked to Lev and Kenma in the meantime. You discovered that they both knew each other from high school, playing volleyball together on a relatively successful team. You had wondered why they had such sibling-like interactions, you supposed knowing someone in their adolescence could have that same affect though.

You learned about how Lev got his start in modelling, his older sister, Alisa modeled and decided to force him to a casting call in which he swiftly passed. That being the start of his successful career.

"So what do you do, Kenma?" You inquired as you took a sip from your second champagne glass of the night.

"Nothing too much," he downplayed. "But uh, I go to college, I play games for a living- I'm a streamer."

Lev narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, looking at him as if he was guilty of something. Lev opened his mouth, "he also owns his own company! And he trades stock from time to time, he's a busy man!" Lev boasted for Kenma.

Your eyes widened after hearing all of that, what Kenma presented on his own was already impressive. But hearing everything else he did was the cherry on top.

"You like to keep busy?"

"Something like that.." Kenma trailed off, trying his hardest not to punch Lev in his gut like Yaku would've done.

You all continued to converse, Kenma tried to act causal while Lev wasn’t allowing him to do so. As you were speaking to Kenma, his gaze made your stomach flip, his gold eyes were so intense you felt as if you were being investigated for a crime. Kenma looked at you so intently as you explained how you interpreted your character’s morality.

“And the most interesting thing about her is that her father was a huge influence on her morals, but he’s never been shown on screen. So viewers just have to infer on what her father believed in through her, somewhat butchered, perspective on his teachings.” You explained.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Kenma laughed softly at your enthusiasm, “that’s cute. Seems like your character is deeper than people thought.”

His eyes were doing that thing again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you knew he was thinking something. All you could make out was a glint of condescension, but he seemed like he was genuinely interested in hearing your interpretation of your character. But you two continued to talk, he asked questions about you, you asked questions about him. It felt easy to talk to Kenma, it was natural how your conversation flowed. Like how airy curtains flowed on a windy day after a window was opened.

You were feeling tipsy after three flutes of champagne but that just meant you could keep the party going without having to worry about what you were doing at the moment.

Without any reasoning, you grabbed Kenma's hand, the coldness of his palm sent chills up your spine. Kenma's cat-like eyes observed you as you guided him to the dance floor, your backside pressed up against him as you swayed to the beat. Kenma did his best to match you, his hands were placed upon your waist trying to follow your lead. You rested the back of your head on his shoulder, messing up your hair a little. But your somewhat disheveled appearance was worth the feeling of Kenma’s breath softly hitting your neck.

And as the two of you swayed, you had no idea another global ambassador was live-streaming. Her phone propped up on one of the tables as she stood there casually eating the 'food' the brand had provided. Conversing with some of her celebrity friends in a joyful manner, even if she took up the majority of her phone screen. You and Kenma were perfectly placed in the background of her live stream, the two of you looked real comfortable with each other too as people started to notice you two in the background.

"I lovee this song," you slurred, trying your best to grind up against Kenma. Even if his hands were cold, the rest of his body felt warm pressed up against yours.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!" You just smiled, letting the bass thump in your ears.

It felt like you were on that dance floor for an eternity before you turned around to face Kenma. His face looked so beautiful under the pale, blue light the room was now covered in. You were so close to his face you were practically breathing in the air he was breathing out.

His golden eyes stared directly into yours, no longer emotionless but something else took over. He looked as hungry as a stray cat, one that hadn’t eaten in days. And you were the first piece of food he had stumbled across. As you continued to gaze into each other's eyes, the music sounded like it was muted. The various chatters of conversation that had surrounded you minutes ago ceased to exist in your world. It was only you and Kenma now, and you intended to make the best of your new reality. You stumbled into the bathroom before you could even realize you had walked over there. The bright, white light was a stark contrast from the dim, blue light from the party.

And luckily for you and Kenma it was a small, one stall bathroom with a lock that guaranteed nobody else could get in.

Kenma's cold hands cupped your hips as his plush lips pressed up against yours. Your lips combined made various smacking sounds as the kiss deepened, you couldn't tell if it was your spit or Kenma's dribbling down your chin as he lifted you onto the sink.

His hands traced pictures onto your thighs, you felt little x's and o's as his fingers danced on your skin.

"You know I'm an Emmy nominee?" You breathed out as you felt Kenma's hand itching towards your inner thigh.

"Yeah I do," he responded, looking at you, wondering why you broke the kiss.

"Just thought you should know.." You continued, "y'know I also have had multiple, successful global campaigns with brands people can only dream of working for?" You were nervous, rambling to soothe yourself.

"Because you're just soo great and amazing, right?" Kenma's eyes bore into yours, your stomach clenched from his stare. 

You had never imagined that your type, on paper, and print, would be into you. No matter how successful you became, but here reality was, proving you wrong in the best way possible.

It felt as if the world was rewarding you for being wrong for once.

"You're just so successful aren't you?" His condescending tone made your thighs press together, his salty praise lightly coated little fires across your skin, you felt yourself burning up.

"I am."

"You are." Kenma's smirk was something you had deemed dangerous from this moment on, that sly look you remembered from earlier. Like he knew something you didn't.

Kenma breathed out before going back in to kiss you, the sloppy kiss was filled with combined spit, and tongue sliding on each other.

His hands inched up further, pulling at the edges of your skirt.

Kenma broke the kiss, staying as close to you as possible. Your lips brushed up against each as he spoke, "can I?"

You pulled your head back to really look at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. But as you searched into the golden abyss of his eyes, you weren’t able to come back out with a solid conclusion or theory for what was going on in that mind of his.

And that was all Kenma needed to hear before pulling you off of that poor sink and turning you around. His cold hands made contact with your warm skin, his chilled fingers grasped desperately at your thighs as if he’d die if he didn’t.

He got on his knees, placing his face right where your underwear was soaked with your juices, and smelt you. Kenma’s little sigh of relief made you bite your lip as you turned around to see the lewd position he was in.

“Now what?” You asked.

All Kenma did was smile, “what do you want me to do?”

“What were you planning on doing?” You pushed.

“Hm.. what did you think I was going to do?” Kenma pushed back.

You bite your lip, now too nervous to explicitly say what you knew he was going to do. You were starting to regret opening your mouth to challenge him.

“I want you to.. eat me out?” That didn’t sound as confident as you wanted it to.

But that didn’t matter, all Kenma did was chuckle at your sudden shyness as both of his hands gripped the sides of your laced underwear, pulling them down to your ankles as his face disappeared under your short skirt.

You looked into the mirror, wondering what Kenma was going to do now. All you could feel was his hands caressing your thighs, it felt like forever before you actually felt something.

But when you did feel something, it caught you off guard, just a little lick near your clit. Like a cat tasting new food its owner brought it, cautious to go all of the way. And another lick, this one was more daring, going from your clit to your hole. You shuddered as Kenma’s licks were starting to get to you, the sensation of his rough but gummy tongue up against your clit was giving you subtle pleasure. And you started to crave more.

You whined as you poked your ass out, hoping to inch your pussy closer to his soft lips. You felt the vibrations from Kenma’s laugh as he decided to stop teasing you and put his lips around you clit, and started to suck.

“Mmmh,” You moaned out as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, no longer kitten licking you for a mere taste test. Kenma decided that he liked the new food his owner brought him, hoping that they would remain loyal to this brand.

You leaned over on the sink, using it for support as your legs shivered from Kenma’s stimulation.

"Ha~ you taste so good baby," you felt Kenma's lip curl into a smile over your clit. His lips, now coated with your slick, continued to kiss your pussy, as if he was a cat grateful for the meal his owner granted him.

A knot in your stomach started to form, feeling ready to burst at any moment as Kenma sucked on your clit like his life depended on it.

"Kenma!" You squealed out as he switched between flicking his tongue and sucking on you.

You looked behind you to be greeted by the lewd scene, the streamer down on his knees, pleasing you.

"M'gonna cum!"

"Come for me baby," the vibration from Kenma’s groan was enough to send you over the edge.

His hands gripped at your thighs, keeping you up as leaned over the sink as the build-up of pleasure all came crashing down on you at once.

You were panting while looking at yourself in the mirror after coming down from your brief high. Kenma appeared behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Wow," was all you could say. The warmth that was radiating from Kenma felt overwhelming, like you were burning up from a fever that there was no cure for.

"Was I good?" His lips felt so warm against your sensitive neck it felt like he would’ve left an imprint on you.

You hesitated to answer, even if you already knew how you were gonna respond, "you were good."

Kenma's cat-like eyes scanned over you, trying to observe how you were feeling. Seeing if it was okay to go further. Like a kitten trying to analyze an adult cat, stalking around it, softly placing its paws on the ground as it circles around it.

"Can I fuck you?" Kenma's blunt question took you quickly out of your post-nut clarity trance.

You looked at him in the mirror, just to see his eyes staring back at you. His pupils were so blown out you could barely see the gold in his eyes, his natural eye color was reduced to a small ring.

"Yeah,” was all you could say.

Kenma hiked up your skirt, your ankles still bound by your underwear. Your eyes focused on him, his long black hair that was tied in a bun looked cuter than it did two hours ago. His black strands acted as a curtain for his ears, but under the sterile, white lights you could see some of his silver ear piercings shining underneath the brightness.

You couldn't see what he was doing behind you, all you could see was him moving his arms around and the sound of a belt unbuckling and zipper going down.

"You ready?"

You nodded your head yes.

Kenma whimpered as his pink tip grinded on your pussy, his hand gripped his dick making it go back and forth. The only thing you could hear was 'shlick shlick shlick' as he tried to gather enough of your juices to use for a makeshift lube.

And you then felt it, a ‘ptuh’ sound came behind you. You could see the remnants of Kenma’s spit dribbling down his lip. He used his thumb to rub his spit on your slit.

You gasped softly as you felt yours walls being split open, Kenma slid inside of you slowly, savoring the feeling of your wet pussy inviting him in so sweetly.

"You feel amazing," he said as he bottomed out inside of you.

He took a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move. His dick was bigger than you had expected it to be, it filled you up so nicely, as if it was meant to be there inside of you.

"Mmmh," you sighed, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

The way Kenma dick was bullying your insides, you felt your body start to falter. Your head hung over the sink as he pounded into you, unable to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at me while I fuck you princess," Kenma's voice filled your ear. But you were too overwhelmed to follow his orders, his dick thrusting in and out of you hitting that sweet spot inside of you so brutally. You whined as he used one of his hands to grab your face, guiding you to look in the mirror.

You took one of your hands off of the sink, and pressed behind you at Kenma's stomach. The pleasure covered you like a suffocating blanket, you couldn't take it anymore. Kenma's dick felt too good, you had to find some way to elevate the intensity of the pleasure.

But Kenma didn't care, "move your hand baby."

You just whined in response, not wanting to move the only thing that was keeping you from screaming from ecstasy.

"I asked you to move your hand, come on." Kenma's sickeningly sweet voice travelled from your ears, right to your pussy. The tone of his voice turned you on in a way you didn't think was possible.

Kenma grunted, grabbing you by your wrist and placing your hand on your stomach.

"Oh my god!" You squealed as Kenma pressed your hand into your stomach, the feeling on his hand on yours was enough to make you almost ask, 'what are we?'.

"Fuck," Kenma whispered as his tip kept colliding with your sweet spot. His thrust grew sloppier as he felt his release coming soon.

Kenma used his other hand to start rubbing circles on your clit, not wanting to cum first on your first encounter together. He couldn’t leave a bad impression for your first time together.

"Kenma you're fucking me so good ohmygod," tears threatened to fall from the corner of your eyes, you genuinely couldn't how well he already knew your body and you had just met.

But you were too lost in pleasure to see his catty eyes observing you so intently, his eyes and ears paying attention to what got the biggest reaction out of you as his dick was grinding up inside of you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Kenma sputtered out, whining right into your ear as his clothed hips continued to meet your ass. "M'so close," Kenma whimpered.

And after the buildup of his dick hitting you that spot inside of you over and over again and his long fingers circling your clit, you came. You came hard, your legs were shaking as Kenma continued to thrust inside of you.

"Kenma please!"

"You're doing so good for me ha~" Kenma praised, now chasing his own release.

Kenma came with a loud whimper, but you sure were nobody heard it over the loud music. He pulled out, deciding to cum on your thigh rather than inside of your warm pussy.

You felt his torso meet your back, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other one was around your hip. In hopes of keeping you up as you tried to balance in your heels.

"Mm," you sighed, the sleepy smile on your face was enough for Kenma to know that he satisfied you fully.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kenma's rhetorical question made your lip quiver, you liked this side of him.

"No.. it wasn't."

"That's what I thought."

Kenma let go of you to grab some paper towel to clean up the cum that was now dripping down your leg. You pulled your panties up and looked over at Kenma.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom now.." You spoke out.

"Oh yeah, right." Kenma walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Waiting for you to come out.

After you used the bathroom, you washed your hands. And as you grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Like really looked at yourself, wondering if any feelings of guilt were to arise. But they didn't, you felt good about this. About Kenma.

You felt confident in your decision in allowing Kenma into your world. You didn't know too much about him, so maybe it wasn't your proudest moment to sleep with a stranger. But he was cute, and you were both young and successful so why not?

You walked out of the bathroom, not expecting to see Kenma leaned up against the wall. Your eyes tried their best to adjust to the dim lighting of the party, a stark contrast from the surgical lights in the sterile bathroom.

"Wanna get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"What about Lev?"

"Right.. I'm sure he'll find his way back home."

"I think I'll just go home actually, I had a good time tonight though." You didn't know why, but you just wanted to go lay in your bed now. Most likely due to being up longer than you would have liked. And most of the energy you had left for the party, was spent on fucking Kenma.

"Can I walk you out, if that’s okay?" He suggested, like a gentleman.

"Sure-!" You cut yourself off, your legs suddenly fell weak.

Kenma's hands caught your waist, he wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the venue. He decided that he would text Lev in the morning where he went for the night after unintentionally leaving Lev by himself.

And neither of you knew that Kenma's arm wrapped around your waist and your wobbly legs were in the background of that same girl's live. The small moment between you the two of you was to be picked and prodded at by tens of thousands of people on social media before the sun rose tomorrow.

You made it home safely that night. It was now 1pm, your eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light. You were just waking up after your satisfying night. Cuddled up in the warmth and unbelievable comfort of your luxury couch, in your well decorated living room.

You hadn’t heard anything from Kenma since that night, although it had only been a few hours since your encounter. You wanted some form of communication, but you didn’t want to reach out first. So instead of contacting Kenma like a normal person, you decided to obsessively look at all of his social media pages. His instagram, his twitter, his tiktok account (and even a few fan pages). Before you landed on his youtube account, where his profile picture had a thin, red circle around it with white letters that spelled out "LIVE" at the bottom.

You figured that you would click on it, see what he was up to since you were ‘clearly’ not on his mind.

"I mean yeah, those events are just usually like that, no? You just take pictures and talk and do interviews about yourself so it was chill, I met some cool people that night so I don't think those events are useless." You heard his calm voice from the other side of the screen, he was sitting at his desk. Nothing else on the screen but his attractive face, his microphone in the corner of the screen, and the chat filled with adoring fans.

"God you guys are running these piercings into the ground, I thought this ear map would suit me. You all voted on it," his laugh was soft and raspy, that kind of laugh that made you smile unintentionally.

"But did I have a good night?" Kenma's cat-like eyes had found a new emotion to display, anyone could tell he was reminiscing on something. "Oh I had an incredible night, I was in the bathroom for most of it though." He smirked while the chat exploded.

As you wondered what he exactly meant by, ‘Oh I had an incredible night,’ you skimmed the chat for clues.

"OMG SO THE RUMORS ARE TRUE"

"Kodzuken getting play before GTA 6 😭😭"

"bro linked up with (name) and it's all he can talk about now"

"stop you guys would be such a cute couple"

"You should invite her on stream!!"

The various messages made you conclude that people had known that you two had hooked up at that gala. But how? I mean sure, it's not like you two were super discreet, both heading off to the bathroom area at the same time. And you were a little tipsy so you might have misremembered a few details, but nothing was completely omitted from your mind.

You knew following your dreams of being on screen meant that all eyes would be on you, but not like this. And you could tell that Kenma hadn't said anything too explicit, so how the hell did everyone seem to know?

You decided to go back on twitter, since they usually had most of the 'drama' in the most straight-forward way. You scrolled, seeing various tweets with your name and Kenma’s.

"Did you guys see Kenma with (name) at the MiuMiu party last night??"

"I can't believe we saw Kenma and (name) in the back of her live"

"the way they snuck off to the bathroom after grinding on each other.. this buzz!!"

"Streamer x Actor strikes again, hope this goes well for (name) streamers are gutter though im ngl"

"THIS (NAME) AND KENMA EDIT GET INTO THIS BUZZ OMG"

“Bye why do they look like they’re in a movie”

You closed out of the app, throwing your phone across the room, upset that you apparently weren't as discreet as you thought you were. You were lightly embarrassed at the fact that it seemed like everyone had the information to infer that you and Kenma had slept together. But luckily your phone landed on a pair of one of your shoes, so it wasn't damaged.

You turned around and buried your head in one of your too-comfortable pillows thinking, 'this could not be happening right now.'

It seemed like individual fan accounts were responding well to you 'allegedly' hooking up with Kenma at a party though. But what would the commercialized media have to say, would there be articles about this situation. Were people going to think that you were a whore, would Kenma's fans start attacking you for 'stealing their man'?

You had so many questions swirling around in your mind, it felt as if a mini tornado was running rampant in your brain. After being a media darling for so long, you had no idea if you were going to keep that image up after this 'incident', if you could even call it that.

As you started to become trapped by your thoughts, you heard your phone softly vibrate in your shoe. You looked up from the pillow, deciding to see what the notification could possibly be. Even though it was probably just your phone telling you if your screentime percentage was down or up from last week. You got up from the couch to grab your phone, just to sit back down on the couch to read the notification.

[kodzuken] Kenma hey, how are you today?

A simple message showing interest in you, you started at the notification for what felt like hours before you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram.

You wasted no time in thinking if you should respond, you didn't want him to know but you had been waiting for something from him. Whether it was a text or seeing that he had blocked you on all platforms. Any reminder that he remembered your existence would have made you content.

[you] I'm doing fine, how about you?

[kodzuken] Kenma i'm a little tired but i promised my fans a stream tdy did you see anything about us from that party last night?

[you] Yeah I did actually.. you didn't say anything explicitly about what went down that night did you?

[kodzuken] Kenma nah i didnt, figured it wasn't my place. i wanted to talk to you about it though

[you] what's up?

[kodzuken] Kenma i was wondering if i could take you out on a date? i'm still in LA for another week or two, are you busy saturday?

[you] not that i can remember.. but i'll have to check in with my manager.

[kodzuken] Kenma cool, just let me know i'll set something up :)

You still thought the tone in which he said he had an 'incredible night' was weird, so you knew not to forget to bring it up whenever you two eventually went out on Saturday.

And you knew you had nothing going on this Saturday, it was one of your only free days this week. Courtesy of your agent and manager who decided you deserved the weekend off after months on end of promotions and filming, not only on set, but commercials and interviews too.

You laid your back on the couch, gazing at your too-white ceiling. You took a deep breath in as the blue sky was in the corner of your eye, the light shining through your living room was natural, a gift from the sun.

And you couldn't help the smile that was forming on your face after replaying Kenma's texts in your head, how he ever so causally asked you out on a date. Being gentleman enough to set something up for the two of you, and hopefully it wasn’t a scheme to use you for your fame.

You hoped he genuinely wanted to get to know you, not the you who had countless billboard ads across the country. Not the you who was an Emmy nominee off of her acting debut, the you who modeled for high-fashion brands, and the you who went viral every other week,

But the you who liked sitting in a moving car just for the sake of going on a drive, the you who liked going to countless museums and admiring the artwork of the talented individuals. The you who posted on your instagram story of you trying out cafes in different cities, the you who had a genuine passion for acting and who decided to audition for the role of the lifetime.

And you decided then that you wouldn’t want Kenma if he didn't want to get to know the real you. After your interaction with Kenma last night, you hoped he understood that you were interested in getting to know Kenma. Not just the Kodzuken everyone ‘seemed’ to know.

[bedrottingdoll]

Should've stayed on OnlyFans...

pairing . AdultContentCreator!Scaramouche x OFmodel!Reader

summary . You make premium adult content, profiting off your virgin status, rejecting every disgusting offer in your DMs, waiting for something that feels real. Then, you find that something, Scaramouche. He makes adult content, fucks girls, sends them off, and the cycle repeats. But something about him makes you want to hand him over all your firsts. [MODERN AU]

contains (warnings) . explicit sexual content, being filmed, but obviously consensual, mean scara, dirty talk, degradation, oral, throat fucking, mirror sex, porn WITH plot, overstimulation, too lazy to add more

word count . 14k (i know... i know.)

an . i literally spent ages on making the fake twitter profiles, idk how these ppl in the smau's do it istg. i also had to study, like a maniac, loads of twt corn acc's to make this, so i hope this is good. cross posted onto ao3

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You have a dirty secret.

Well… maybe dirty isn’t the right word. 

Lucrative.

Thrilling.

Deeply, and I mean deeply embarrassing if anyone you knew in real life ever found out.

You make premium content.

Sex content.

It started after so many failed job searches; it’s so hard to find work in this day and age as a young adult with zero experience. You also attend college, and you know the moment you do actually get a boring, shitty job as a cashier or some shit, you’d want to shoot yourself in the head due to all the stress that’ll come with it.

You saw other girls on TikTok, flaunting their gaming set-ups from DMing creeps on Discord, going on calls with them, masturbating or pretending to, and they get the biggest paycheck of their life.

You’d do that if you didn’t have to go on call with them and hear their gross, disgusting voice.

So you chose the other option, chose to sell your body online, even though, compared to how girls on Discord make money, they don’t have to sell their nudes, just talk on call, you’d rather just record yourself doing lucrative acts.

I mean, why not? You were already broke, stressed beyond any comprehension, already spending too much money on lingerie that no one ever saw.

Now someone sees it, thousands of someones, actually.

It’s practically a job at this point, your real job if you’re being honest.

You lie to your parents, tell them you work at a cafe near campus, and they’re so proud of you. Their hardworking daughter, juggling school and work and still managing to keep her grades up.

If only they knew.

You don’t just do it for the money, even though that’s how it started. Like, yeah, the money is actually insane, more than you’d ever even expect, so much that you've had to open separate bank accounts just to hide it from your parents. But that's still not why you keep doing it.

You do it because it's fun.

You do it because it feels good.

I mean, why wouldn’t it?

It’s fun dressing up all cute, bringing your aesthetic in your videos because the fans love it. Soft pinks, light pastels, lace, ribbons, and so many bows.

You show your face in your videos.

But you wouldn’t ever get caught. Why? Because you wear wigs, cute ones that actually look good and not shitty party city ones, you do your makeup in a way that people on TikTok and Pinterest would call ‘dollmaxxer,’ eyelashes, glossy lips, aegyo sal shimmer forever and always.

You cosplay sometimes, characters from games and anime that your subscribers request.

That’s the thing that sets you apart from a lot of creators, most of them crop their faces out, wear masks, keep the camera angled just so. You’re lucky you don’t have any distinctive birthmarks, tattoos, or anything tying you to the girl who goes to college and buys coffee from the campus Starbucks.

It didn’t take long before you moved out of your college dorm. Roommates are a liability when your job involves moaning loudly on camera three times a week. 

Now you have your own apartment, expensive but worth it, a pink sanctuary where you can film without worrying about anyone walking in.

Your content is... specific.

You goon, that’s the word for it, that’s what people call it on the internet.

You slap your face with dildos, letting them bounce off your cheeks, you grind on pillows and plushies, soaking the fabric while you whimper and moan. Sometimes you even sell the pillows you grind on, subscribers love it all. 

You drool excessively, letting spit drip down your chin while you suck on a dildo attached to your wall, your eyes rolled back, your tongue out too far. 

You make yourself look stupid, brainless, like a toy that exists only for pleasure.

It's fun. 

It feels good. 

And the sponsors love it.

Sex toy brands send you free products constantly. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, things you didn't even know existed before you started this job. All you have to do is use them on camera, tag the company, and they keep sending more.

What you hate is your subscribers.

Obviously, your content caters to the male gaze. That's the market. That's where the money is. 

But god, the men are disgusting. 

The comments they leave, the DMs they send, the way they talk to you like you're not a person, just a thing they can say whatever they want to.

You have some subscribers who are women, followers, and mutuals who found you through the aesthetic side of things. They're the sweetest. They leave nice comments, send supportive messages, and actually treat you like a human being.

The men are the problem.

You also profit off being a virgin.

It’s not a lie, you know, some creators fake it, like Sophie Rain. But you’re genuinely untouched.

Never had a boyfriend. Never had sex, never even been kissed before.

The dildos you use on yourself don't change that. Toys aren't real dicks.

It's your biggest money maker, honestly. The virgin thing. Men lose their minds over it. They DM you constantly, begging to be the one to take it, offering obscene amounts of money to fuck you on camera.

You always deny.

Always.

Because even so, even after everything you've done on camera, you want to wait for the right person. You want it to mean something. You want...

You don't know what you want.

But you know it's not some random subscriber with a dick pic in his DMs.

Tonight, you're exhausted.

You just finished filming a two-hour session, one of those marathon streams where you edge yourself over and over until your thighs are shaking and your brain goes blank. Your subscribers loved it. You made more money in those two hours than most people make in years.

And now all you want to do is lie in bed and doom-scroll until you pass out.

You're on your stomach, still wearing the sheer babydoll lingerie from your stream, lacey underwear clinging to you. You’re on your phone, Twitter open, scrolling mindlessly through your feed. 

Your algorithm feeds you content from girls like you, with similar aesthetics, similar content. Some of them are your mutuals, creators you’ve befriended through the weird little community you’ve stumbled into. You leave sweet comments on their posts, the kind of supportive girl-to-girl energy that balances out the gross male comments. 

You're not really paying attention, just scrolling. 

And then something new comes up.

It's a video, a boy, this time, which is unusual for your feed. The algorithm is probably experimenting, testing your preferences.

The boy is skinny, pale, really pale, like porcelain skin. He’s on a bed with white sheets, his face is cropped out of the frame, but you can see his body, lean and so pretty, looming over a girl who lies beneath him.

He's holding her arms above her head.

And he's fucking into her mouth.

You don't scroll past. You don't mindlessly like and move on. Instead, you tap the video to turn up the volume just a little.

The sounds are obscene.

Wet, throat gagging sounds, the girls' muffled whimpers mixing with his soft grunts of pleasure. He fucks into her mouth, slow, at first, almost lazy, then faster, harder.

The girl taps his thigh. The universal signal for "I need to breathe." You've done it yourself, with the dildos attached to your wall, practicing for videos, it’s basic human instinct, you think.

He laughs.

That laugh.

It's mean and amused and condescending, and something about it makes you clench around absolutely nothing. 

He doesn't stop. If anything, he goes faster, ignoring her desperate taps, using her mouth like it belongs to him.

Only at the last second does he pull back. She gasps, choking, saliva dripping down her chin, and before she can recover, he's pushing back in.

Your pussy clenches again.

The video is in Japanese, which was obvious mainly because of the body parts being censored and the words coming from his mouth. You don't understand a single word from it, but something about him, about the way he moves, the way he sounds, the casual cruelty of his body language...

You click on his profile.

scaramouche

His profile picture is a boy's pale, slender hand gripping a girl's face. His bio is in Japanese characters you can't read, so you copy it into a translator.

"i'll fucking digest you, one kiss at a time."

That's it. That's all he has to say about himself.

He’s following zero people, fucking dickhead you think, and he has over 500k followers.

Holy shit…

More than you.

You scroll down, his age is listed, 20. He’s 2 years older than you. 

Obviously, as any normal person who's about to stalk a stranger's content, you click on the media tab.

Your heart drops.

He shows his face.

Not everyone does; most people don’t want others to recognize them in real life. You didn’t expect to see his face because in the other video, the camera was angled down. 

This guy, this scaramouche, he doesn't seem to care.

He's hot.

No… hot isn’t the right word to describe him, actually. He’s pretty, beautiful, even, in a way that doesn’t even seem real.

Dark indigo hair, which could almost be blue or even purple in certain lighting, eyes the same color. 

A face that definitely shouldn’t be used on making porn.

The first video with his face in it is him on a couch with a girl. His house is expensive, the kind of expensive that screams old money or nepo baby or both. The girl's face is blurred, but his isn't. He's looking directly at the camera, completely unbothered.

Nepo baby, you decide. Has to be. Some rich kid who hates his mom and spends her money on whatever he wants, not caring about his image or his future or anything.

He probably gets away with it because he's a man.

The video is in Japanese as figured. You watch it anyway, picking up on body language instead of words. The girl looks nervous, shaking slightly, and he sits close to her, petting her hair, touching her thigh. He leans in but doesn't kiss her. Just hovers there, making her wait.

You get bored and translate the description instead.

He calls her shy. Says she just broke up with her boyfriend, saw his content online, and wanted to be one of the girls in his videos. He talks about how he's going to ruin her. Turn her into a perfect little doll.

You don't feel disgusted by it; you don’t even know what you feel.

You keep scrolling.

Ten minutes later, you've gone through most of his content.

He's always in control, always cruel, always making the girls in his videos fall apart in ways that look almost painful. But he also... takes care of them. In his own way. Kisses them while he fucks them. Leaves hickeys all over their skin. Holds them down but also holds them close.

It's confusing.

Probably more confusing for the girls.

It makes you feel things you don't want to examine.

Somewhere around the fifteen-minute mark, you give up pretending you're just curious.

You grab the vibrator from your nightstand, the one you just used on stream, and press it between your legs.

You cum to the sound of his voice.

His moans, the way he laughs at the girls when they beg, the way he laughs even harder when they start shaking from being overstimulated. The things he says in Japanese that you don't understand but somehow feel in your core anyway.

You cum again.

And again.

You're on your third orgasm, trembling and oversensitive, when your phone buzzes with a notification.

A DM.

From him.

Your heart stops.

You stare at the notification, certain you're hallucinating. You followed him earlier, when you first clicked on his profile. You didn't think anything of it; you follow lots of people.

But he followed you back.

And now he's messaging you.

You tap on the notification with shaking fingers, fully expecting to see a wall of Japanese characters you won't understand.

It's in English.

You stare at the message for a full minute in shock. Your brain is refusing to process this, because what the fuck type of coincidence is this? 

He looked at your profile, saw your content, your bio, your everything while you were cumming to his own content.

And in your bio, the first fucking line is:

horny virgin 

Fuck.

scaramouche: hello? i know youre online i saw you like one of my videos 3 minutes ago and twitter also shows when people read your texts

Shit.

You forget how annoying this app is, how it automatically shows ‘seen’, when you click on someone’s DM, and there doesn’t seem to be a way to turn it off.

Twitter needs to fucking change that.

Embarrassing.

you: um… hi?

scaramouche: there she is thought you were gonna leave me on read

you: sorry i was just surprised i guess

scaramouche: surprised that i messaged you?

you: yeah lol you kinda dont really seem like the type to just dm ppl

scaramouche: im not girls usually come to me

You roll your eyes hard in real life. He sounds so egotistical.

you: okayyy.. so why r u dming me then?

scaramouche: bcuz i wanted to is that a problem

you: no i mean… IDK… i guess not?

scaramouche: relax holy shit im not gonna bite you unless… unless you want me to

You read that last message three times at the least. Your face is burning, you're still wet from earlier, still sensitive, and this conversation is not helping. You squirm in your bed, sitting back against a pillow and pulling your sheets over you so that you’re more comfortable.

The vibrator, the toy you used on yourself to his videos stares back at you, the stare feels harder than how it felt when your plushies would look at you while you shot videos.

You turn your body away from it and lie on your side.

you: how did you even find my account i know you aren’t just scrolling thru your notifications, looking at any any girls profile that follows u

scaramouche: algorithm duh you came up on my feed some video of you drooling on a dildo

In real life, you shove your face into your pillow, embarrassed, before glancing up, thumbs typing.

you: oh god

scaramouche: it was cute very pathetic mostly but cute i liked it

you: i don’t know if that’s a compliment or not

scaramouche: it is trust me

You don't know what to say. You're typing and deleting, typing and deleting, too shy to keep up this conversation.

Thankfully, he talks first, again.

scaramouche: you know what actually make me interested in you, though

you: what?

scaramouche: your bio the first thing it says, horny virgin thats real right? not some marketing bullshit like the other girls on here

you: it’s real

scaramouche: fuck thats hot

You stare at your screen, wide eyed, trying to ignore the feeling of your cunt, aching, clenching around nothing…

Because of him.

you: …

scaramouche: i mean it the virgin thing drives me insane but you already know that from stalking my account

you: uh, no i wasn’t

scaramouche: mhm… yeah sure tell that to my inbox stalker tip: try not to like every single post of mine that you scroll past, even though i always get a shit ton of likes, i can see when a mutual likes my post

You didn’t think about it till now that you’re mutuals with him on here, you followed him, and he followed you.

He continues typing.

scaramouche: its hot thinking about some cute girl who’s never been touched for real who only knows what it feels like from toys and whos been practicing on dildos for years without having the real thing

you: i haven’t been practicing for years i’ve only been doing this for like… a year tops

scaramouche: even better a year of making content a year of showing off that pretty little body and nobody gets to actually have it thats so fucked up dont you think?

you: i guess when you put it that way

scaramouche: and then i look at the shit you post "soft girl with soft moans & a tight grip" "wanna b ur brainless toy" "force me to take it" you srsly write all that and youre still a virgin?

you: those r just marketing it’s what subscribers want to hear you should know this

scaramouche: is it though? because i watched ur videos and you dont look like youre faking it you look like you mean every dirty word

You don’t have a response for that, because he is actually right. You do mean it, every filthy caption, every desperate moan, every time you beg the camera to use you, you mean it.

You just never thought you'd actually get to experience it.

scaramouche: so here what i wanna know with all the subscribers you have all the men in your comments, begging, offering to fly you out and fuck you on camera why are you still untouched

you: because they’re all disgusting dont u see half or most of them are like 40 yr olds with wives?? plus i dont want my first time to be with some random guy who just wants content

scaramouche: what do you want then

you: i dont know something real ig someone who actually gives a shit about me

scaramouche: thats cute naive but cute

you: whats that supposed to mean

scaramouche: it means you’re in the wrong industry for romance sweetheart but i respect it it’s rare nowadays

You're blushing so hard your cheeks could probably boil an egg. 

He called you sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

It shouldn't affect you this much. It's probably something he says to all the girls.

But still.

you: so why r u messaging me if you’re not trying to fly me out or whatever

scaramouche: maybe i am

you: oh

scaramouche: would that be so bad?

you: i mean yes? i dont know you

scaramouche: you know what i do you know what i look like you know how i treat the girls in my videos you also know that im more age appropriate than the creeps in your dm’s thats more than what most people know about each other before they fuck

you: thats different

scaramouche: how

you: it just is

scaramouche: youre scared arent you

you: im not scared im just cautious

scaramouche: same thing but whatever i get it tho random guy on the internet wants to meet up thats serial killer energy i know

you: it is a little bit

scaramouche: fair but for what it’s worth i dont live in japan so i wouldn’t have to fly u there if you change your mind i just go to japan sometimes for vids, i actually live in [insert city/town/wherever you live name]

Your heart stops.

That’s where you live. The same area your apartment is in, the same place where your campus is in.

He’s so much closer than you thought.

you: wait srsly??

scaramouche: yeah, why? r u from there too?

you: …maybe

scaramouche: holy shit small world or maybe the algorithm knows more than we thought

you: that’s kinda creepy

scaramouche: it’s extremely creepy but also very convenient if you ever wanted to meet up

you: i don’t know about that

scaramouche: no pressure just saying the options here

You've spent the last hour watching his videos, cumming to his voice, imagining yourself as one of the girls he ruins on camera. And now he's in your DMs, telling you he lives in your area, offering to meet up.

This is insane. And also dangerous.

And also everything you've fantasized about.

scaramouche: you dont have to decide rn im not going anywhere just think ab it

you: okay ill think about it

scaramouche: good girl

You’re too fucking easy, because those two small words makes your entire body feel hot, and you have to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure

scaramouche: you liked that didn’t you

you: what

scaramouche: being called a good girl i can practically feel you squirming through the screen

you: get over urself im not squirming

scaramouche: liar

you: shut up

scaramouche: make me

You’re going to die, literally, actually going to combust right here in your bed, and they’ll find your body in the morning, still holding onto your phone, still blushing.

You need to end this conversation before it spirals into you giving in.

you: i need to go to sleep

scaramouche: running away already?

you: im not running away im just tired i had a superrr long stream tonight

scaramouche: yeah i watched a little of it u looked all cute all fucked out and desperate you wish you had someone there to actually take care of you after, don't you?

Oh fuck do you. So bad…

You wish he was that someone.

you: maybe

scaramouche: think ab that too while you’re “sleeping”

you: you’re insufferable

scaramouche: really now? and yet… you haven’t blocked me

you: goodnight scaramouche

scaramouche: scara

you: what?

scaramouche: call me scara only people i like get to use the full name

you: okay goodnight, scara

scaramouche: night virgin dream about me

You close the app before you can say anything else stupid.

Your heart is pounding, head spinning, and you’re still so wet, still needy, and now you have a name, and a face to attach to all of your desperate fantasies.

You're not going to sleep tonight. 

You know that already.

You're going to lie here in the dark and think about him. About his voice that you can only imagine in Japanese because that’s all you’ve heard. About his hands… About all the things he does to those girls in his videos and how badly you want him to do them to you.

But you can't. 

You won't.

Because if you meet him, if you let him take your virginity, he'll just add you to his collection. Another video, another conquest. Another girl who fell for his pretty face and annoying pretty and cruel hands.

And then he'll move on to the next one.

And you'll be left with nothing but a video and a broken heart.

You want him. You know that now, with painful clarity.

But you want him to stay.

And you don't know if he's capable of that.

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since Scara slid into your DMs, and somehow, against all logic and reason, he’s still there.

You expected him to ghost you. 

That's what guys like him do, right? 

They message a girl, realize she's not going to put out immediately, and move on to someone easier. You were prepared for the silence, had already started bracing yourself for the inevitable.

It never came.

He’d send you videos, porn videos he found on twitter.

scaramouche: [video attachment] this is what id do to u btw just so yk

you: oh my god scara wtf u can’t just send me stuff like that at 2pm

scaramouche: um why the fuck not? r u at school or something

you: yes actually im literally in the middle of a lecture

scaramouche: boringgggg watch the video

you: im not watching porn in class scara

scaramouche: coward

It wasn’t always porn that you’d both talk about though, he’d send you other things…

scaramouche: [image attachment]

you: lol is that build a bear

scaramouche: it’s a fucking sanrio build a bear it’s YOUR fault my algorithm is ruined now i see this dumb shit constantly

you: aww that’s so cute though??

scaramouche: it’s not cute it’s annoying i used to get porn content now i get plushies and dumb pastel room tours

you: sounds like an improvement tbh

scaramouche: i hate you

He was also still in the subject of wanting to meet with you, in real life.

scaramouche: [video attachment] notice how she taps out at the end?

you: yeah

scaramouche: i wouldn’t let u tap out

you: …

scaramouche: just saying for when we meet

you: IF we meet

scaramouche: when

You clicked on his profile one night, just to check. Just to see if he's posted anything new.

He hasn't. 

No new videos. 

No new photos. Nothing in the same amount of time he’s been chatting with you.

That's... unusual. He used to post constantly. New girls every few days, new content every week. Now there's nothing.

You're not sure what that means.

But then you notice something else.

His following count. The little number that shows how many accounts he follows.

1

Just one.

You tap on it, expecting it to be private, and it is. But you already know.

It's you.

Out of everyone on this app, all the girls in his DMs, all the creators he could be following... he only follows you.

You don't mention it to him.

At some point, you both exchanged numbers.

scaramouche: hey y/n we should exchange numbers

you: why…

scaramouche: bcuz twitter dms r annoying and i wanna text u without the app crashing every 5 minutes

you: idk…

scaramouche: im not asking for nudes well even though you have it all posted already i just want ur number so we can talk easier

you: ughh okay fineee [number]

scaramouche: finally check ur texts

You check your texts and there's a message from an unknown number.

3058291193: hey virgin

You save his contact with a little purple heart emoji next to his name.

You both start texting more now that you both don't have to open Twitter just to message each other. It's nice, fun... but you also want to know more about him.

So one day, you ask.

you: we’ve known eachother for like almost 2 weeks now and i barely know anything about u tell me something ab u

scara: uhhh like what

you: why do u do this content i mean… you clearly don’t need the money

scara: the fuck how do u know that

you: your house in the vids ur clothes everything about u screams rich

scara: observant now? yeah okay my mom is super loaded shes some corporate bitch who cares more ab her company than her own son she barely knows i exist so i spend her money however i want and she doesn’t gaf

you: that sounds so lonely

scara: dont psychoanalyze me or im blocking u

you: sorry

scara: it’s fine ur not wrong it’s just annoying when ppl are right about me

After that conversation, he started talking more about himself.

scara: i have a cat btw

you: wait… rly? i didn’t expect that

scara: black fur, golden eyes her name is kuroneko it means black cat in japanese yes i know thats basic shut up

you: aww thats so cute can i see her??

scara: [image attachment]

you: OH MY GOD SHES SO PRETTY

scara: shes a bitch actually hates everyone but only tolerates me

you: sounds like someone i know…

scara: fuck off

You find out more and more about Scara. How he speaks Japanese fluently because his mom sent him to international schools growing up. How he lived in Tokyo for three years before moving back here. How he absolutely hates sweets, can’t stand anything too sugary…

except for you…

Tonight, you’re in your bed after a long day of school, you skip filming to talk with Scara like you normally do.

scara: yk what i dont get

you: what…

scara: why u wont let me meet u

you: ughhh scara we’ve been over this

scara: have we though? because everytime i bring it up you change the subject or you say you’re not ready or you make some shitty excuse

you: scara…

scara: im srs two weeks we’ve been talking i message you everyday i havent posted shit because im too busy thinking ab u and u still wont tell me why you’re so scared im not a stranger to u anymore, y/n

You stare at your phone for a long time.

You’ve been making excuses, not wanting to give the real answer everytime he’s too close to it.

But tonight, for some reason, you're tired of pretending.

you: okay fine u wanna know why im scared?

scara: duh it’s what ive been asking this whole time

you: because you’re going to leave

scara: what

you: after you take my virginity and film the video you’re going to leave and go back to making content with other girls and im just going to be another video in your collection, another girl you fucked and moved on from

He doesn’t respond, and you keep going.

you: and i dont know if i can handle that scara because i actually like you, and i like talking to you all night and then that’ll all just be over once we meet up

The typing indicator appears, disappears, appears again.

You wait.

And finally…

scara: you’re so fucking pathetic

you: wow thanks

scara: no i mean it thats the most pathetic thing ive read two weeks of bullshit when you could’ve just said that from the beginning

you: so what? r u going to make fun of me now?

scara: no im gonna tell u something and you’re going to listen, okay?

you: okay

scara: i havent posted in 2 weeks because everytime i think about filming with some girl whos offering in my DM’s, all i can think about is you and how it should be you and how everyone else would just be a waste of time and im the one who reached out to you first when i normally dont do u understand what im saying?

you: i think so

scara: good bcuz thats all your getting my pride can only take so much

You read his message, over and over, trying to convince yourself that they're real, trying to convince yourself that he likes you just as much as you like him.

you: okay

scara: okay what

you: okay ill meet u tmr after school u can come by my place

scara: are you serious

you: yes im serious i want to i’ve wanted to this whole time i was just scared

scara: and now?

you: still scared but more scared of never knowing what this could be

scara: …send me your address

you: [address]

scara: ur fucking kidding me you’re 5 miles away from me

you: wow really

scara: i could’ve been fucking you for 2 weeks

you: scara

scara: im kidding kind of.. ill be there tmrw what time specifically

you: my last class ends at 3… so maybe 5? gives me time to get ready

scara: k ill bring my camera equipment in case yours is shit

you: it’s not shit

scara: we’ll see goodnight virgin sleep tight, because tmr you’re going to be ruined

you: goodnight scara

You don't sleep.

I mean, who would in a situation like this?

You drift in and out, feeling both anxiety and anticipation.

Tomorrow.

It’s happening tomorrow.

After two weeks of texting, flirting, you’re finally going to meet him.

And he's going to take your virginity.

And film it.

And maybe, possibly, hopefully, not disappear afterward.

The next day is absolute torture.

Every class drags on forever. 

Every lecture feels like it's being delivered through molasses. 

You check your phone constantly, rereading your conversation with Scara, making sure it really happened. Making sure you didn't imagine it.

You didn't.

Your last class ends at 3:07. You're out the door by 3:08, practically running to your apartment.

You do that stupid Cassie routine in Euphoria. Shower, shave, exfoliate everywhere. Everywhere. Moisterize every inch of your body with the expensive lotion that makes your skin feel like silk and look insanely good for the cameras. You do your makeup, lighter than usual, the kind of look that you wear in class, soft and pretty.

Because you asked him over text to blur your face out in the video, that you didn’t want to dress up too much because you dont wanna be in makeup and a wig getting your virginity taken.

He didn’t care, if anything, he loved it, how he gets to see the real you the fans don’t get to see.

You take forever finding the right clothes to wear. You don’t want to wear anything revealing, you dont want to be standing there with your tits out when he walks in. You want… something in between. Cute but not too desperate, sexy but not aggressive.

You settle on a pink bra, lacey, with a little bow between the cups. Matching panties, obviously. A sheer babydoll top over it, soft pink that makes your skin glow.

You look at yourself in the mirror.

And realize something that makes your stomach drop.

Not only have you never been fucked before.

You've never been kissed.

You're getting all your firsts taken tonight.

scara: omw

And in exactly 20 minutes, you hear a knock at your door.

Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. You walk to the door on shaky legs, peering through the peephole.

He's there.

Real, solid. Not just a face on a screen anymore.

He's wearing a dark hoodie, oversized, with baggy black jeans and chunky boots. His hair is messy, falling into his eyes. He looks grunge, maybe? Alternative definitely. Like someone you'd see at a concert, not someone who makes porn for a living.

He’s also short, taller that you, definitely, but not by much. Somehow that makes him less intimidating.

Somehow, that makes him more real.

You open the door.

His eyes scan you immediately. Up and down, taking in your bare feet, your babydoll top, your face without the usual layers of camera-ready makeup.

"You look different," he says.

His voice, god, his voice. You’ve only ever heard him speak Japenese. You honestly expected him to have an accent or something, but he doesn’t have one, just this tone that makes your knees weak.

You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. "Good different or bad different?"

"Good." He tilts his head, looking at the top of yours, before looking back down at your eyes and smiling, almost mocking. "You're much shorter than I thought."

You roll your eyes at him, "Says you."

He snorts, shrugging. "Fair enough."

For a moment, you just stand there, both of you, staring at each other. Two people who've shared every filthy thought in their heads, who've seen each other at their most vulnerable, meeting for the first time.

"Are you going to let me in?" he asks, breaking the silence. "Or are we doing this in the hallway?"

"Oh, right. Sorry. Come in."

You step aside, and he walks past you, and he smells good, expensive cologne probably. 

You shut and lock your door as his eyes scan your apartment, moving through it.

He sees the pink walls, the LED strip lights set to white because hot pink looks disgusting to you, he sees the collection of plushies on your couch.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters. "It's like a Sanrio store exploded in here."

"Shut up."

"I'm not judging. It's very you." He picks up a Hello Kitty plush from your couch, examining it with mock seriousness. "Does she watch while you film?"

"Sometimes."

"Kinky."

You lead him to your bedroom, and he takes it all in with the same amused expression. It’s even worse than the pink shit outside your room. A huge bed with pink sheets and a duvet with brown teddy bears, plushies everywhere on the bed, fluffy rug on the floor, but what he mainly focuses on is the ring light set up in the corner, the camera equipment you use for your streams.

"Your setup isn't shit," he admits, examining your camera. "Better than I expected."

"I told you."

"You did." He sets the camera down and turns to face you. "Okay. Get on the bed."

Your eyebrows knit, glancing at the bed, and back at him. "Already?"

"Relax." He rolls his eyes. "I'm not fucking you yet. We need to talk first."

"Talk?" You tilt your head, confused.

"Yeah. You've seen my videos, right? The ones where I'm just... talking to the girl before anything happens?"

Well yes and no… you have seen them, but they’re all in Japanese. You never understood a single word he was saying.

He doesn’t wait for a response. "That's the pre-talk. I do it with everyone. Go over boundaries, safe words, what they're comfortable with." He sits on the edge of your bed, patting the space next to him. "Come here. Stop looking at me like I'm going to eat you."

"You might."

"Later,” he says with a wink.

You sit down next to him, leaving a careful gap between your bodies. He immediately closes it, shifting until your thighs are touching. You don’t move away.

"Okay," he says. "I’m not recording this one because most of my fans don’t understand english, so you can say whatever you want. First things first. Safe word?"

"Um... pink?"

"Pink." He nods. "Good choice, the one’s that are easy to remember are always the best. If you say it, everything stops. No questions. No arguments. You say pink, I stop. Got it?"

"Got it,” You say with a nod.

"Second thing. What are you okay with?"

"I... I don't know. Everything? I've never done any of this before, so I don't really know what I like."

"That's fine. We'll figure it out." His hand lands on your knee, casual, like it belongs there. You don’t pull away. "What about what you're not okay with?"

"I don't want my face in the video. Blurred, cropped out, whatever. I don't want people to recognize me."

"Done, we already chatted about that earlier, but what else?"

"I... I don't know. That's it, I think."

He's quiet for a moment, studying your face with those intense indigo eyes.

"You're shaking,” he points out, not taking his eyes off you once.

"I'm nervous,” you say with a nervous giggle.

"I can tell." His hand slides higher, resting on your thigh, just above your knee. "You've really never done this before? Any of it?"

"No."

"Not even kissing?"

Your face burns as you look down, shaking your head. "No."

You glance back up and see something change in his expression, a hungry look like you just handed him so much more then you’re already giving.

"Oh? So I'm your first everything."

"Yeah."

"Fuck." He breathes out the word like it's been punched out of him. "That's... that's so fucking hot. You have no idea."

"Scara..."

"No, I'm serious." He turns to face you fully, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. "You've never been touched by anyone. Never been kissed. Never had someone's hands on you like this." His thumb traces your cheekbone. "And I get to be the first."

You don't know what to say. Your whole body is tingling where he's touching you, every nerve ending lighting up.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks.

"You're asking?"

"First time counts. I want you to remember it, all of it."

You nod.

He leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. You don't. His lips brush against yours, soft, tentative, nothing like the brutal way he handles the girls in his videos.

It's gentle.

It's perfect.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you melt into him. Your eyes flutter shut. Your lips part. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

When he finally pulls back, you're breathless.

"Not bad," he murmurs, thumb rubbing at your lip. "For someone who's never kissed before."

You stare at him, blinking slow, fully dazed. Your lips are tingling, actually, your whole body is tingling.

You wonder if he can see that.

"Can you..." You trail off, embarrassed.

"Can I what?"

"Do it again?"

"Yeah," he says quietly, like he was going to anyways. "I can do that."

He kisses you again. Longer this time. So much deeper. His hands tangle in your hair, tilting your head back, and you let him take control because you don't know what else to do. 

You just know you never want him to stop.

When he finally pulls away, you're both breathing hard.

"Okay," he says, standing up. "I need to set up the camera."

"Now?" You ask, pouting, wanting him to come back.

"Yeah. Now." He walks over to your ring light, adjusting the angle. "You're going to sit right there, looking all fucked out and pretty, and I'm going to film what happens next."

Your heart is pounding, your lips are all swollen, and your entire body is aching with want. 

He's really doing this.

It's really happening.

He positions the camera, checks the lighting, makes sure everything is perfect. Then he turns back to you, and the look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

"Ready?"

You're not.

But you nod anyway.

The camera light blinks red.

Recording.

Scara stands at the foot of your bed, fingers going around the hem of his hoodie, he pulls it over his head and your breath catches. You’ve seen his body in videos, pale, and lean, and deceptively strong, but it’s so different in person, more real, more… overwhelming.

It’s also the first time a boy’s been shirtless in your bedroom.

"You're staring," he says.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." His fingers move to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. "That's kind of the point."

He pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them, and now he's just in black boxers. You can see the outline of him through the fabric, already half-hard, and your mouth goes dry.

He gets on the bed.

The mattress dips under his weight, and suddenly he's right there. He sits in front of you, cross-legged, casual, like he does this every day.

He does do this every day. 

Just not with you.

"Come here," he says, and it's not a request.

You lean forward, and his hand catches the back of your neck, pulling you the rest of the way. His lips meet yours, and this time it's not gentle. It’s like he’s doing it for the camera. This time it's hungry, demanding, his tongue sliding past your lips before you can even process what's happening.

You make a sound against his mouth. Something embarrassing. Something needy.

He laughs into the kiss.

His hands are everywhere, your shoulders, your waist, your hips, you can feel his hands at the hem of your babydoll top, "This is pretty," he murmurs when he pulls back just a little, fingers in the lace. "But it's in the way."

He pulls it over your head before you can respond, and a kisses you again, his fingers now at your back, unhooking your bra with practiced efficiency that should bother you but doesn’t. 

The bra falls away.

He pulls back from the kiss, and his eyes drop to your chest. You resist the urge to cover yourself, to hide, because he's looking at you like you're something precious. Something he wants to devour.

"Pretty," he murmurs.

"Scara..."

"Shh." His hands come up to cup you, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and you gasp. "I'm appreciating the view."

Before you can respond, he's moving you. His hands on your hips, spinning you around, pulling you back against his chest. Your back presses into his bare skin, and his so soft, warm, and solid.

"There we go," he murmurs against your ear. "That's so much better."

One hand finds your breast again, squeezing, palm warm against the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers. 

His other hand slides lower.

Down your stomach, tracing the edge of your panties, where his fingers trace the edge of the lace without going any further..

"These videos you make," he says, conversational, like he's not currently driving you insane. "I've watched all of them. Every single one."

"You mentioned that."

"Did I mention the one where you sat on that vibrator for forty-five minutes without cumming?" His fingers dip below the waistband, just barely, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath. "You were crying by the end. Begging even. And you still held out."

"That was... a challenge. From a subscriber,” you breathe out, trying not to squirm.

"I know… I read the caption." His fingers slide lower, finding your folds, and you whimper. "I jerked off to that video six times. Kept thinking about how pretty you'd look if it was me making you cry. Me making you beg."

He presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing in slow circles, and your hips jerk involuntarily.

"There it is," he murmurs. "Those pretty little sounds. Just like in the videos. Except now I get to hear them in person."

"Scara..."

"Take these off." He snaps the waistband of your panties. "I want to feel you properly."

Your hands are shaking as you lift your hips, sliding the underwear down your thighs, kicking them off somewhere onto the floor. You're completely naked now, pressed against his bare chest, with nothing between his hand and your cunt.

His fingers finds your clit immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes. "You're soaked, already. We've barely started and you're dripping all over my hand."

"I can't help it."

"I know you can't, that's what makes it so fun."

He circles your clit slowly, not enough pressure to do anything but tease. Your hips buck, trying to get more friction, but his other hand that was on your breast wraps around your waist, holding you in place.

"Patience," he says. "We have all night."

"Scara, please..." you whimper out, so sweet and so needy.

"Please what?"

"More. I need more…"

He laughs, and it’s that exact laugh from the first video you ever watched of him. The one that made you wet before you even knew his name.

"You want my fingers inside you?"

"Yes." You nod, desperate.

"Such a simple word… You’re going to have to beg prettier than that."

Your face burns, but you're so turned on you don't care about dignity anymore.

"Please, Scara. Please put your fingers inside me. I need to feel you. I've been thinking about it for two weeks, imagining what it would feel like, and I can't... I need..."

"Good enough."

He slides a finger inside, and the sound you make is embarrassing. High, and so desperate and completely involuntary. He's not even doing anything yet, just holding his finger inside you, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

"Tight," he murmurs. "So fucking tight. All those dildos you use and you're still this tight?"

"They're not as big as..."

You cut yourself off, embarrassed.

"As what?" He adds a second finger, stretching you open. "As me? Is that what you were going to say?"

You don't answer. Your brain is going fuzzy, all of your attention is focused on the feeling of his fingers inside you.

"You trained your throat for months," he says, still in that conversational tone, like he's discussing the weather while he finger-fucks you. "I watched you go from barely taking six inches to deepthroating that ten-inch dildo on your wall. Holding it for a full minute without gagging."

His fingers curl, pressing against your front wall, searching.

"Fifty seconds," you manage. "I could only... only do fifty seconds."

"Still impressive." He crooks his fingers, checking your expressions, seeing if he found that spot yet. "But training your throat is one thing. This..." He curls and curls still searching. "This is something else entirely."

He finds the spot.

Your whole body jerks, a broken moan spilling from your lips. He presses harder, rubbing circles against that bundle of nerves, and your vision starts to blur at the edges, your toes curling

"There it is," he says, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "That's the spot, isn't it? That's what makes you fall apart, go fucking blank."

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Scara, I can't..."

"You can." His fingers speed up, pressing harder, faster, and you can’t control the loud moan you let out, hard instictively grabbing at his arm. "You're going to take whatever I give you, and you're going to love it."

His other hand leaves your breast and wraps around your throat instead. Not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, just enough to make you aware of how completely he has you.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "Shaking already. Just from my fingers. Imagine what you're going to do when I actually fuck you."

You can't imagine it. You can barely think. All you can do is feel, the pressure building between your legs, the heat of his body behind you, the grip of his hand on your throat.

He adds a third finger.

The stretch makes you gasp, pain and pleasure blurring together. He doesn't slow down. If anything, he goes faster, fucking you with his fingers like he's trying to prove a point.

"You know what my favorite video of yours is?" he asks.

You shake your head, unable to form words.

"The one where you fucked yourself on that machine for two hours straight. Where you came so many times you lost count. Where you were crying and begging and saying you couldn't take anymore, but you didn't stop." His fingers speed up, fucking into you harder, faster. "You came eleven times that stream. I counted."

"You... y-you counted?" You surprisingly manage out.

"I counted everything." His grip on your throat tightens. "Every moan. Every whimper. Every time your eyes rolled back. I have it all memorized."

His fingers find that spot again, pressing hard, and you cry out, the sound echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Your mouth falls open, gasping for air, and that's when he moves.

His hand leaves your throat, and suddenly his fingers are in your mouth instead. Two of them, pressing down on your tongue, and you suck on instinct, moaning around the digits.

"That's it," he breathes. "Fuck, that's it. That's what I want. Suck them just like that."

You suck. You suck his fingers like your life depends on it, tasting yourself on his skin, while his other hand keeps working between your legs. The combination is overwhelming. Too much and not enough all at once.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so good at that. All that training paid off, huh? You're going to suck my cock just like that. I'm going to fuck your throat until you can't breathe, and you're going to take it, because that's what you've been practicing for."

The words push you closer to the edge. 

"You're close," he observes. "I can feel it. The way you're clenching around my fingers, the way you're shaking. You want to cum so bad, don't you?"

You nod desperately, unable to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

"Too bad." He slows down, keeping you right on the edge. "I'm not done with you yet. I want to hear those pretty sounds a little longer."

You whine around his fingers, and he laughs. "God, you're pathetic," he murmurs, and it sounds like a compliment. "Completely pathetic. And I fucking love it."

He keeps you there for what feels like hours. Edging you, backing off every time you get close, until you're crying real tears and begging around his fingers for release.

"Please," you sob when he finally pulls his hand from your mouth. "Please, Scara, I can't... I need..."

"Need what? Say it."

"I need to cum. Please. Please let me cum."

"Okay." His fingers speed up one final time. "Cum."

You shatter.

The orgasm rips through you like nothing you've ever felt before. Your whole body convulses, clenching around his fingers, and the sound you make is somewhere between a scream and a sob. He works you through it, extending the pleasure until you're twitching and oversensitive.

Then he pulls out.

You collapse against him, boneless, breathing hard, shaking. You've made yourself cum hundreds of times on camera, but it's never felt like that.

"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "That was beautiful."

Then he pushes you off.

You land on your back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe. Your whole body is tingling. Your cunt is throbbing. And he's not done.

You hear the rustle of fabric, of something hitting the floor.

You lift your head to look.

He took off his boxers.

And his cock… is big.

You've seen it in videos before, sort of. Japanese censorship laws meant he always had to blur it, pixelate it beyond recognition. Sometimes he got lazy with the editing and you can almost make out the shape. But you've never seen it clearly.

It's bigger than you thought.

You’re almost an expert at dildos, which translates into dicks. You’re able to tell how long they are just by a glance, and you’d estimate his is about 8 inches, at least.

"Fuck," you breathe.

"That's the plan."

Your hand reaches out before you can stop yourself.

You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the weight, the heat, the way he throbs in your grip. It's nothing like the dildos you've practiced with. It's warm and alive and so, so real.

You’d never use dildos again if you had the real thing everyday.

"Eager," he says, but he doesn't stop you. Just watches, eyes dark, as you stroke him slowly. "You're supposed to be a virgin."

"I am a virgin." You look up at him, voice almost tired, still recovering.

"Could've fooled me." He lets you touch him for a few more seconds, then grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. "But I didn't come here to get a handjob."

He comes closer, positioning himself between your legs. You spread them automatically, making room for him, and he settles into the space like he belongs there.

"This is going to hurt," he says, rubbing his cock slowly against your folds, almost teasing.

"I know." You say, anxious, but just wanting to get the hard part over with already.

"You might bleed."

"Wait really? I thought that was a myth…" Your brows knit, getting distracted way too quickly.

"You could,” he says, not dwelling on the subject further, “And I'm not going to be gentle."

Your breath catches, you nod slow. "I know."

He grabs one of the cameras he'd set on the bed earlier, angling it down between your bodies. The other cameras are already positioned around the room, capturing everything from multiple angles, but this one will get the close-up. 

The money shot.

"Any last words?" he asks, almost mocking.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes despite the whimpers you’re letting out, feeling his cock, warm, heavy, just resting ontop of your cunt. "Just... do it. Before I lose my nerve."

He smiles, cruel and so adoringly beautiful at once.

And then he pushes inside.

Easing in? Not his style at all. He slides all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust, and the scream that tears from your throat is unlike anything you’ve made before.

It hurts.

It hurts so fucking bad.

You feel like you're being split in two, like he's too big, too much, like your body wasn't made to take this. Tears spill down your cheeks, and you grab at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

He doesn't stop.

He starts to move, slow but not gentle, pulling out halfway before pushing back in. The camera in his hand stays steady, like he’s a pro at this, documenting everything, while his other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise.

"There it is," he breathes. "Fuck, there it is. That's what a virgin feels like. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect."

"It hurts," you whimper. "Scara, it hurts..."

"I know." He leans down, still moving, still fucking you, and his lips brush against your cheek. "I know it hurts. But you're taking it so well. Such a good girl."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks. He notices, and instead of stopping, he leans down and kisses them. His tongue traces the wet tracks on your skin, collecting your tears, tasting your pain.

"So pretty when you cry," he says against your cheek. "I've always thought so. All those videos where you make yourself cry from overstimulation. But this is better. This is real."

He keeps moving, slow and deep, and gradually the pain starts to fade. It doesn't disappear completely, but it transforms into something else, a burning fullness that makes your toes curl.

"That's it," he says, feeling you relax around him. "There you go. Starting to feel good, isn't it?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Use your words."

"Yes," you manage. "Yes, oh god, yes..."

He speeds up.

The camera is still in his hand, still recording, but his attention is on you now. On the way your face changes, pain melting into pleasure. On the sounds you're making, those sweet, cute moans that you're not even trying to hold back anymore.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he says, voice rough. "Two weeks of watching your videos, imagining it was me inside you instead of those stupid toys. And now I'm finally here. Finally fucking you for real."

He changes the angle, and suddenly he's hitting his cock deep inside the spot that makes your vision blur. You cry out, back arching, and he does it again. And again. Finding that spot and abusing it mercilessly.

"That's the one," he says, satisfied. "Found it, again. You make the cutest fucking face when I hit it."

"Scara... Scara, I'm gonna..."

"Already?" He laughs, mean and delighted, hitting that spot again, again, again. "We just started. You're really that easy?"

"I can't help it... it feels so good..."

"Then cum." He fucks you harder, faster. "Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are. Show the camera how good I make you feel."

You cum so hard you see stars.

Your whole body convulses, walls clenching around him, and you're pretty sure you're screaming but you can't hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears. He fucks you through it, doesn't slow down at all, and when the first orgasm starts to fade, the second one is already building.

"Good girl," he breathes. "That's my good girl. One down, how many more to go?"

He loses count somewhere around the fifth.

"Up."

His voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, and you look up at him, dazed. He's pulled out, leaving you empty and aching, and he's sitting back on your headboard, cock still hard and glistening with your slick.

"What?"

"Come here." He grabs your hips, hauling you up, and suddenly you're straddling him. His cock presses against your entrance, and you whimper. "I want you to ride me."

"I don't... I don't know how..."

"Mhm, don’t worry, I'll teach you." He guides your hips, lifting you up, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Sink down. Slow."

You sink Inch by inch, feeling him fill you up again, until you're fully seated in his lap. The angle is different like this. Deeper. You can feel him in places you didn't know existed.

"Now move." His hands are on your hips, guiding you. "Up and down. Just like that. Find your rhythm."

You start to move. It's awkward at first, clumsy, but then something clicks and suddenly it feels amazing. You're in control, setting the pace, taking what you need.

"That's it," he murmurs, watching you with dark eyes. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me what you've got."

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, and grind down onto him. He groans, hands tightening on your hips, and you feel a surge of power. You did that. You made him make that sound.

You're so close to him like this, chest to chest, his breath on your lips. It feels intimate in a way you weren't expecting. More like making love than making content.

"Kiss me," you whisper.

He doesn’t hesitate, he kisses you, deep and filthy, tongue sliding against yours while you ride him. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, and for a moment it's just the two of you, the cameras forgotten.

Then, he breaks the kiss, as if remembering what it is you both are supposed to be shooting.

"Faster," he demands.

You go faster.

You bounce on his cock, chasing the pleasure, and he watches with heavy-lidded eyes. One hand slides up your back to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to look at him.

"Pretty," he says. "So fucking pretty. Taking my cock like you were made for it."

"Scara..."

"You know how many girls have been in this position? How many have ridden my cock on camera?" He yanks your hair harder, and you moan. "None of them felt like you. None of them were this tight, this wet, this desperate."

"Please..."

"Please what? Use your words."

You whine, grinding even more desperately. "Please... harder... I need..."

He laughs, and then he flips you.

One second you're on top, the next you're on your back with your legs over his shoulders and he's fucking into you so hard the headboard slams against the wall. The angle is brutal, hitting deep, and you can't do anything but lie there and take it.

"This is what you wanted, right?" His voice is rough, strained. "To be ruined? To be fucked so hard you can't think straight?"

"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes..."

"Then take it. Take all of it."

He cums inside you.

You feel it, hot and thick, filling you up as he groans and shudders above you. His hips keep moving, fucking his cum deeper, and you cum again just from the feeling of it.

When he finally pulls out, you're a mess. Cum leaking from your cunt, tears drying on your cheeks, whole body trembling with aftershocks.

He looks down at you with something like satisfaction.

"We're not done yet."

Content like this calls for lots of positions being changed, different ways you both fuck, constantly moving, constantly trying different things.

After probably your 14th orgasm of the night, you’re on the bed, propped up on your hand when you suggest, "I want you to fuck my face."

He pauses in the middle of repositioning the camera, eyebrows raised. "What?"

"The first video I saw of you." Your voice is hoarse, wrecked from moaning. "You were fucking that girl's throat. Making her choke. I want... I want you to do that to me."

"I remember that video." He sets the camera aside, turning to look at you with renewed interest. "She tapped out three times and I didn't stop."

"I know."

"And you want me to do that to you."

"Yes."

He smiles slow, and the look he gives you is predatory.

"Lie on your back."

You position yourself how he wants, your head close to your pillows, looking up at him. From this angle, his cock looks even bigger, hard again already, glistening with your combined fluids. 

He stands over you, cock in hand, and taps it against your lips.

"Open."

You open your mouth, and he slides in.

You've practiced this. Months of training with dildos, learning to relax your throat, to breathe through your nose, to suppress your gag reflex. But nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. The heat of his cock, the weight. The way he pulses against your tongue.

He slides in slowly at first, letting you adjust to the angle. But then his hips start to move, and slow goes out the window.

He fucks your face.

There's no other word for it. His cock slides down your throat, cutting off your air, and then pulls back just long enough for you to gasp before plunging in again. The sounds are obscene. Wet, gurgling, choking sounds that would embarrass you if you could think about anything besides the cock in your throat.

"Fuck," he groans, falling foward, his head falling down onto one of your pillows. "Your mouth feels amazing. Better than I imagined. You really did train for this, didn't you?"

He keeps going, humping your face with desperate little thrusts, and the sounds he's making are nothing like the controlled, mocking ones from before. These are raw, unfiltered. Almost vulnerable.

You start to choke for real. Your hands come up, slapping against the backs of his thighs, the universal signal for "I need air."

He doesn't stop.

Instead, his knees move, pressing down on your arms, trapping them away from trying to signal for anything. You're pinned now, completely helpless, unable to tap out or push him away.

"There we go," he groans. "That's better… no tapping out, no escaping. You just lie there and let me use your throat like the good little fuckdoll you are."

He picks up the pace, driving into your throat over and over. You can't breathe, can barely think, your vision starting to blur around the edges. Your thighs rub together, desperate for friction, and he laughs.

"Getting wet from choking on my cock? Fuck, you're perfect. Listen to that sound." He thrusts particularly deep, and you gag violently. "That wet, sloppy, choking sound? That's the sound of your throat being trained by something real."

Just when you think you might pass out, he gets up from your pillow and he pulls back. You gasp for air, chest heaving, drool and tears covering your face.

He gives you five seconds.

Then he's back in your mouth, fucking your throat like he's trying to break you. 

"Gonna cum down your throat," he grunts. "And you're gonna swallow every drop. That's what good girls do, right? That's what you always say in your videos?"

You try to nod, but you can't move. You just lie there, throat open, accepting whatever he gives you.

He buries himself deep and cums.

You feel it pulsing down your throat, hot and thick, and you swallow on instinct. He holds himself there, grinding against your face, riding out his orgasm, until finally he pulls out.

You gasp for air, coughing, drool and cum running down your chin, your whole body trembling.

He looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

The positions blur together after that.

He fucks you from behind, face pressed into the mattress, ass in the air. He fucks you on your side, one leg hooked over his shoulder. 

Then, he lifted you off the bed like you weighed nothing at all. Your back hit the wall hard enough to knock the air out from your lungs, and you could already feel his cock pushing inside.

"Wrap your legs around me," he orders, and you obey, ankles locking behind his back, thighs squeezing his waist. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and you cry out, nails raking down his shoulders.

"Fuck… Good girl." His voice is strained, arms flexed as he holds you up, and you can see the slight muscles in his forearms working. 

Every thrust pushes you up the wall, your back scraping against the plaster. It hurts, you can feel the friction burning your skin, but the pain just makes the pleasure more real.

"You know how many times I've thought about this?" He fucks up into you, brutal and deep. "Having you pinned like this. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just taking whatever I give you."

"Scara..." Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling. The angle is hitting something inside you that makes your vision blur.

"That's it." He shifts his grip, one hand sliding under your ass to support you better, the other coming up to wrap around your throat. "Look at me. I want to see your face when you fall apart."

You force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, that perfect composure finally cracking. He looks almost as wrecked as you feel.

"You're so fucking tight like this," he groans. "Squeezing me so hard. Like your body doesn't want to let me go."

"It doesn't," you gasp. "I don't. Please don't stop, please..."

"Couldn't stop if I wanted to." His hips snap forward, driving you up the wall, and you swear you see stars. "You feel too good. Took one look at this tight little cunt and knew I was fucked."

The hand on your throat squeezes, cutting off your air just enough to make your head spin. Your legs are shaking, your arms are shaking, everything is shaking, and he just keeps going, fucking you against the wall like he's trying to leave an impression of your body in the plaster.

"Cum for me," he demands. "Right now. Let me feel you pulse around me."

You don't have a choice. Your body obeys him without your permission, clenching around him as the orgasm rips through you. He fucks you through it, pace never faltering, and when you finally go limp in his arms, he's still hard inside you.

"Good," he breathes. "Now let's see how many more we can get out of you before your legs give out completely."

More and more positions blur after that one, and at some point, you’re on your knees, carefully placed on your soft rug of course.

You're grateful for that, the soft rug. You've been down here for what feels like hours, jaw aching, lips swollen, looking up at him while he holds the camera and watches you worship his cock.

"Eyes up here," he says, tilting the camera down to catch your face. "I want them to see those pretty eyes when you choke."

You look up at him through wet lashes, his cock heavy on your tongue. He's not moving, not yet. Just letting you hold him there, drool pooling in your mouth, waiting for permission.

"You look good like this." He traces the outline of your stretched lips with his free hand. "On your knees where you belong. Mouth full of cock. Barely able to breathe." His thumb wipes at the drool running down your chin. "This is what you were made for, isn't it?"

You try to nod, but it's hard with your mouth this full.

"Don't answer that. It was rhetorical." He starts to move, slow shallow thrusts that make wet sounds echo through the room. "I already know the answer. I've seen you practice on those dildos for hours. But they were never enough, were they?"

He pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat, and you gag around him. The camera catches everything.

"Plastic can't compare to the real thing." He pulls back, lets you breathe for half a second, then pushes back in. "Can't feel you choking. Can't hear the sounds you make. Can't watch the tears fall down your pretty face."

Your eyes are watering. You can feel the mascara running, can feel how messy you must look, but he's looking at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Take it deeper," he instructs. "Show me what you learned."

You relax your throat, let him slide further, until your nose is pressed against his stomach and you can't breathe at all. The camera is right there, capturing the way your throat bulges around him.

"Fuck." His voice cracks, almost breaking from the feeling of your mouth. "Fuck, that's perfect. Hold it. Hold it for me."

You hold, five seconds… ten… fifteen. Your lungs are burning, tears streaming down your face, but you don't pull back. Not until he does it for you.

"Breathe."

You gasp, sucking in air, and he taps his cock against your cheek. Once. Twice. Leaving wet marks on your skin.

"Open."

You open, and he slides back in, and the cycle starts all over again.

You both switched rooms at some point, change of scenery, and you led him to your bathroom.

He'd bent you over it the second you walked in, said something about the lighting being "fucking perfect" and grabbed his camera from the bedroom. Now you're pressed against the marble, watching yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind.

"Look at yourself," he orders, one hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head up so you can't look away. "Look at what I'm doing to you."

You look.

Your reflection is a mess. Makeup smeared, hair tangled, mouth hanging open as sounds spill out that you don't recognize. Behind you, he's a study in contrast, composed and controlled, watching your face in the mirror while he drives into you.

"You see that?" He pulls your hair harder, forcing your back to arch. "That's what a ruined virgin looks like. That's what I do to girls who think they can resist me."

"I didn't resist," you gasp.

"No." He slams into you, and you watch your own face contort with pleasure. "You didn't. You spread your legs and begged for it. Desperate little thing."

The angle is brutal, every thrust pushes you into the counter, the edge digging into your hips, but you can't look away from the mirror. Can't stop watching the way his cock disappears inside you, the way his face tightens with pleasure, the way your body moves with each impact.

"This is my favorite part," he says, meeting your eyes in the reflection. "Watching you watch yourself get fucked. Seeing the exact moment you realize how pathetic you are."

"I'm not..."

"You are." He reaches around, fingers finding your clit, and you cry out. "You're dripping all over my cock, moaning like a whore, watching yourself get ruined, and you're going to cum just from seeing your own fucked-out face in the mirror."

He's right, way too fucking right. Because watching yourself, watching him, watching the everything being reflected back at you… it’s pushing you toward the edge faster than anything has.

"That's it," he murmurs, rubbing your clit in tight circles while he fucks you. "Watch yourself cum. I want you to remember exactly what you looked like."

You cum with your eyes locked on your own reflection, watching your face go slack with pleasure while he groans and spills inside you.

The mirror fogs up from your breath.

He doesn't pull out.

"Again," he says. "I want to see it again."

At some point, you end up with him sitting against your headboard, your body draped across his lap. His fingers are in your ass, slicked with lube, stretching you open while you whimper into his chest.

"You've never done this before either, have you?" he murmurs, working a second finger inside you. "Never had anything in this tight little hole?"

"No," you gasp. "Never."

"Jesus Christ." He crooks his fingers, finding a spot that makes you see stars. "You really are a virgin everywhere. Completely untouched. And now you're all mine."

"Scara..." You can barely form words. "It's too much..."

"It's not enough." He adds another finger, 3 now, and you cry out. "Not nearly enough. I'm going to ruin every part of you before this night is over."

He keeps you there for what feels like hours, working you open, making you cum over and over until you're crying and begging and promising him anything if he'll just let you rest.

But the position that stands out most is the one where he's fucking you face down into your mattress, deep and slow. His mouth is on your neck, your shoulder, your jaw, kissing and biting and marking you as his.

It feels oddly passionate for sex content.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against your skin. "Better than anyone I've ever had. Tighter. Warmer. More responsive."

"Scara..."

"I love how you say my name." He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise. "Say it again. I want everyone who watches this to know exactly who's ruining you."

"Scara. Scara, please..."

"Please what?"

"I don't know." You're crying again, overwhelmed. "Just... more. I need more."

He gives you more, more thrusts, more of everything, until you're shaking apart beneath him, cumming so hard you see white.

He kisses you. 

A lot.

More than he does in his videos. You've watched enough of them to know that he's usually detached, controlled, focused on the camera and the performance. But with you, he keeps leaning in. Pressing his lips to yours, or to your neck, or at your breasts, anywhere he could find.

"Intermission."

He pulls out, leaving you empty and aching, and collapses onto the bed beside you. You're both breathing hard, covered in sweat and other fluids, and you've lost count of how many times you've cum.

"I need a minute," you manage.

"Take five." He rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, watching you. "You've earned it."

You lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember your own name. Every muscle in your body aches. Your cunt is sore, your throat is raw, and you're pretty sure you have bruises in places that bruises shouldn't be.

You've never been happier.

"Here."

You turn your head, and see him holding out his hoodie, the one he was wearing when he arrived.

"Put this on. I can see you shivering."

You hadn't noticed, but he's right. The sweat is cooling on your skin, making you tremble. You sit up, wincing at the soreness between your legs, and pull the hoodie over your head.

It's a little big on you. Soft and warm, and it smells just like him. 

"Better?"

"Yeah." You look down at yourself, almost drowning in his clothes. "I look like a little kid."

"You look like you're mine."

The words hit you somewhere deep. You look up at him, and he's watching you with an expression you can't quite read.

"Lie back," he says.

"What? I thought we were taking a break."

"We are." He pushes you gently onto your back, spreading your legs, and you let him. "But I've been wanting to taste you all night, and I can't wait anymore."

He settles between your thighs, his face inches from your cunt, and looks up at you through his lashes.

"Just relax. Let me take care of you."

His tongue drags through your folds, and you gasp, hands fisting in the sheets. He's not trying to make you cum this time. Not yet. He's just... tasting. Exploring. Licking up the mess he's made of you, cleaning his own cum from your cunt with gentle, thorough strokes.

"You taste like me," he murmurs against your skin. "Like us. Fucking delicious."

He eats you out slowly, lazily, like he has all the time in the world. His tongue circles your clit, dips inside you, traces patterns that make your toes curl. And the whole time, you're lying there in his hoodie, feeling more cared for than you've ever felt in your life.

When he finally makes you cum, it's soft. Gentle. A slow wave of pleasure that washes over you instead of crashing, leaving you warm and boneless and completely content.

He crawls back up your body, kissing your forehead before settling beside you.

"Fiftieth orgasm of the night," he says. "New record?"

"Definitely a new record."

He laughs, it’s not the mean laugh from before, it’s something softer, something real.

When it's finally over, you're barely conscious.

Your body feels like it's been taken apart and reassembled wrong. Every muscle aches. Your throat is raw from screaming. You can still feel him leaking out of you, cum dripping down your thighs.

He tucks you into bed. Actually tucks you in, pulling the covers up to your chin, smoothing your hair back from your face. Then he climbs out, reaching for his jeans.

You watch, dazed, as he pulls his jeans back on. He starts gathering his cameras, carefully placing them in his bag, and something cold settles in your stomach.

This is it. The part you've been dreading. The part where he leaves and goes back to his life and you become just another video in his collection.

"Are you leaving?"

Your voice comes out small, scared. You hate how vulnerable you sound.

He pauses, camera in hand, and looks at you. "Do you want me to?"

The question hangs in the air. You're still wearing his hoodie, still lying in your bed, still feeling his cum leaking out of you. And he's asking if you want him to leave.

"No." you whisper. "I don't want you to leave."

No pretense. No games. Just honest, raw need.

He puts the camera down.

You barely have time to process before he's climbing back into bed, pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he's afraid you'll disappear.

"Good," he murmurs into your hair. "Because I didn't want to leave either."

His hand traces patterns on your back, soothing. After everything he's done to you tonight, the tenderness almost makes you cry again.

You tilt your head up to look at him, and he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is different from before. No heat, no desperation. Just soft and slow and achingly tender.

He tilts your chin up and kisses you.

When he pulls back, you chase his mouth.

"Needy," he murmurs, letting you kiss him again.

When you finally pull back, letting you both get some air, you can’t help asking, "What are you going to do after this?"

"What do you mean?"

"After this. After tonight." You trace patterns on his chest, avoiding his eyes. "Are you going to post the video and move on? Find another girl to film with? Go back to your life like this never happened?"

He's quiet for a long moment.

"Is that what you think?"

"I don't know what to think. That's why I'm asking."

He catches your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"If I don't leave," he says slowly, "if I keep coming back here, keep filming with you, keep... spending time with you outside of filming... this stops being just content. You get that, right?"

"What does it become?"

"Something else." His thumb traces your lower lip. "Something more."

"That sounds like you'd be my boyfriend."

The words hang between you. Your heart is pounding so hard you're sure he can feel it.

"Is that what you want?"

You're quiet for a moment. Not because you don't know the answer, but because you're scared to say it out loud.

"Yes."

The word is barely a whisper, but he hears it.

A real, genuine smile that transforms his whole face, makes him look younger, softer, almost innocent, something just for you.

"Good," he says. "Because I'm pretty sure I've been so far gone on you since that video you posted with that stupid Hello Kitty pillow."

"It's not stupid."

"It's extremely stupid." He kisses you again, soft and sweet. "But so am I, apparently. For falling for a girl I met on the internet."

"You fell for me?"

"Obviously." He rolls his eyes, tone almost sassy, but there's no heat in it. "Why else would I follow only you? Why else would I stop posting? Why else would I spend two weeks texting you instead of finding someone else?"

"I thought..."

"You thought wrong." He pulls you closer, tucking your head under his chin. "I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you want me to."

I don't want you to."

"Then I won't."

You lie there in silence for a moment, processing everything that's happened. The long sex. The confession. The fact that you apparently have a boyfriend now, one who makes porn and took your virginity.

It's perfect.

"Scara?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I might love you."

He's quiet for way too long, and your heart plummets. But then his arms tighten around you, and his voice comes out rough.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "I think I might love you too."

You fall asleep in his arms, wearing his hoodie, with his cum still inside you and his heartbeat steady under your ear.

It's the best sleep you've ever had.

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[miusies]

SUPERSTAR ! ★

pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

wc 7.2k

warnings / tags reader is a famous actress, use of (name) for reader insert like three times, model lev appearance, lev and kenma siblingism, wingman lev if you squint, reader is a global brand ambassador for MiuMiu, reader wears a skirt, dubcon, reader and kenma are tipsy, raw pinv, cunninglingus, m and f orgasm, public bathroom s ex, condescending praise, kenma gets compared to a cat when going down on reader, baby and princess used as pet names for reader, mirror sex, spit used as lube, aftercare if you squint really hard, strangers to ?, nervous-ish kenma and nervous-ish reader, mutual feelings, sm ut, fluff

note at first i was going to base this fic off of superstar by jamelia but then i got an idea for i wanna be your boyfriend by hot freaks and it somehow came back to superstar, so enjoy being famous for 7.2k words..! (my longest fic yet omds)

"Hey chat, I told you guys that I would do a quick Q&A before I started playing today and my team found some really compelling questions that you all sent." Kenma's cat-like eyes looked into the camera, a content expression was on his face while he spoke to his larger-than-life fanbase.

After answering a few questions that hundreds of thousands people had asked the most, having fun laughing along with his chat. Creating new memories with his fans, it came time for the final question.

"If you have one, who's your celebrity crush..?" Kenma paused, leaning back slightly in his chair while he pretended to put deep thought into this question. All of it was just for dramatics though. "God that one actress in that new movie, (name) right? Yeah she's cute." Kenma's lips quirked up a little on that last part, and it didn't go unnoticed by his fans.

The chat erupted into various messages of shock, laughter, and slight anger from fans who thought they had a chance with Kodzuken. All Kenma did was softly laugh while he went to start up the game he promised his fans that he'd play today.

And that was all he thought would come from that situation, just an inside joke between him and his fans that he had a ‘crush’ on you.

You were sleeping in your bed in your high-rise apartment, unassumingly. While Kenma was doing a late-night stream somewhere his fans didn't recognize, they figured he wasn't in Japan though. He was rumored to be a guest at a MiuMiu event, some suspected he was able to get in due to Lev modeling for the brand. And you were confirmed to be going to that event, so fans of yours that were also fans of Kodzuken were littered throughout his chat while he streamed, trying to put two to two together.

Kenma didn't think too much about name dropping you, sure he had a million twitch subscribers and was the biggest user on that platform and had fan pages with hundreds of thousands of followers that only focused on clipping him to smithereens. 'But there was no way this would come back to you', he thought. A harmless statement saying that he finds you attractive was nothing newsworthy, but like always. People get attached to the silliest of statements.

Kenma didn't see these videos when they first released, just a mere hour after his stream ended. And you didn't see the videos when they dropped due to being asleep. But there were ship edits of you two, the devil works fast but his fans managed to work faster. Various cute songs like Shadow by f(x), Kinky Love by Pale Saints, and even the Snuggle Song by Schnuffel Bunny were played over videos of yours and Kenma's face while their creativity decided on how those pictures were intricately presented on screen. Honestly, if you had seen the videos you would've been impressed with their editing skills.

They even made Alternative Universe edits with you and Kenma. Kenma wouldn't see any of these edits until the morning, and you wouldn't see them until after the event. But they were there, the fanbase for you x Kenma was growing quicker than the two of you or your teams could have imagined it becoming.

“Over here Miss!”

“Look this way!”

“You look fabulous tonight!’

“I love that pose!”

A collection of people with cameras that were big enough to cover their face were calling your name, demanding you to look in various directions. Your ears were already annoyed before you stepped onto the red, velvety carpet, and their unnecessary yelling made it worse. You were sporting a fashionable look for tonight’s show, something your stylist put together for you. It was an outfit that was true to you, something you'd actually wear outside of tonight. You were proud to be modeling it for tonight, happy to be looking your best before you spent the rest of your evening drinking and socializing.

Your security detail and manager helped you leave the carpet safely, guiding you into the venue of where you’d spent a majority of your night. This was one of the biggest nights of the year for MiuMiu as they'd be showcasing their Spring/Summer 26 collection. And you were one of their best, and biggest global ambassadors. Your recent modeling campaign for them did incredible numbers. They loved you, and your fans loved you with them as they showed love to all of the photos you took for the campaign. And the best part of this whole thing was that your advertisements managed to grab the attention of the general public, people who had never heard of your name before saw the photo and video ads you did, and loved them. You were showered with praise from the minute your photoshoot with them dropped as people felt it was something new, you were fresh in their eyes.

People started using your pictures for profile pictures, making edits to you with pretty songs in the background. Your favorite one was a creative edit that had gotten almost three million likes, your face and body edited to ‘How to Pretend’ by Lucy Bedroque.

And not to mention the whole reason of why you were able to get a global ambassadorship with MiuMiu. Your recent work in the Hollywood acting industry, your talent was praised by numerous professionals and critics, despite this being your first ‘hollywood’ gig. Since you starred alongside an extremely well-loved and respected actor, people had no idea how the no-name next to them was going to blend well with their talent. And you quickly shut down all of their doubts, and now all of sudden you were a media darling. Various interviews and sponsorships came your way almost immediately, and about three months after your basically overnight boom in popularity, MiuMiu had reached out to you.

It was safe to say that this year was your year, you were at the top after what felt like ages of trying to 'make it'. You felt the love from your fans, the general public, and even the media that you thought only existed to tear people down.

But some people were curious about your personal life. You knew that parasocial fans would have come along eventually, but you didn’t think that they would be so fascinated with you. So you started doing vlogs, seemingly alone in your day-to-day life besides seeing your management team and a few friends. Fans were curious if you had a partner, to which you responded, ‘no’, whenever the question came up in interviews.

So luckily, tonight was a night that you'd be surrounded by people going through the same thing. Although some fans managed to come in as they were also journalists and had to report on the fashion show, there were also designers and plenty of other celebrities who were also brand ambassadors for MiuMiu. As your security detail helped you find your front-row seat, they walked away as you started to take in your surroundings. You checked your phone, seeing your manager sent you a text to 'let me know if you need anything or want to leave, don't worry too much about networking tonight if you want to rest. It's been a long year.'

You appreciated the thought your manager had for you, she knew better than to exploit you and work you to the bone. You had been grinding for a majority of the year anyway, now it was finally September and you had no idea what the rest of your year was going to be filled with. You auditioned for some projects, and some casting directors reached out to you offering roles. So you figured the next step was to start sifting through those with your manager and casting agent.

But the biggest thing on your mind, literally, was the guy sitting next to you. You didn't know his exact height but you knew he was too tall to not be on the runway with the rest of the lengthy models.

With shiny silver hair and striking green eyes, standing out must have been something he was used to. And his outfit was a collection of pieces that MiuMiu had created, so you concluded that he was an ambassador too.

"Hey," was all that came out of your mouth before you had even thought of how to approach this situation. His slithering green eyes looked in your direction, an unreadable expression on his face. "How are you?" You asked politely.

He smiled kindly, showing off his near perfect, white teeth, "I'm doing good! How about you?"

"I'm fine, are you an ambassador as well?" You asked, his face looked way friendlier now that he wasn’t caught off guard.

"Yeah, I am. I've modeled for them for quite some time now.. my friend Kenma hasn't though, he's not too into fashion." The tall man glanced beside him, leaning back slightly so you could see his friend.

You leaned forward despite his efforts, and saw one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. His medium-length black hair had blond tips at the end, his golden cat-like eyes seemed so bored as he looked into his phone. You looked at his plush, pink lips, two silver rings adorned his bottom lip. Something that made you wonder how people tolerate the pain for certain piercings.

"Kenma, say hi man." The tall man, whose name you realized you didn't know, nudged his friend to look up from his phone.

As ‘Kenma’ lifted his head up, turning off his phone which looked to be pretty new. His eyes had a slight shock in them, his mouth agape, as if he wasn't expecting to see you.

"Hi.." Was all the shorter man could spit out.

"Hi!" You introduced yourself to him with your name.

"I'm Lev by the way." The tall man shot in, you gave him a smile and started up a conversation with him.

But 'Kenma' interrupted, "I'm Kenma," he said. "It's nice to meet you," he smiled softly while extending his hand to you, his eyes blinking slowly as he looked you up and down.

You took his hand, shaking it gently, "it's nice to meet you Kenma." The way you said his name with the sweetest look on your face, the soft grasp of your hand. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. Kenma knew he had to find a way to talk to you at the brand-sponsored afterparty, there was no way he was letting his opportunity go.

Before the show started, Lev started to show you something on his phone, some pictures from a recent trip he took with his sister. You leaned over to see it better, and no doubt that the two of you conversing together would become a viral moment later on as your every move was being recorded.

The large room was dim, with flickers of light scattered around it. It was decorated in sleek blacks, greys, and whites with the occasional pop of tan brown and light blue, and the words ‘MiuMiu’ were littered throughout the afterparty. For promotional photos no doubt. Most of the color in the room came from the outfits other ambassadors and partygoers were wearing. The bass from the music thumped against the floor and walls, you looked over towards the dance floor to see various celebrities around your age recording themselves dancing on their phones.

You rested your arms on the tall, black table, wondering where you should start for your evening of socializing. You were alone for the night as your agent thought it would do you some good to be solo for an evening as she was often by your side. But you preferred having a familiar face against a sea of unknown ones. I mean you knew who these people were, some of the most famous young people in Hollywood today. And judging by the statistics, you were the biggest at the current moment. So it shouldn't have been so difficult to find the courage to introduce yourselves to others.

But it was. So you stood at the table with a tall flute of champagne, wondering if you were able to go home early after shooting some promotional reels and tiktoks for the brand.

"Hey! I remember you!" You heard a familiar voice shout out, you saw the silver-haired model from earlier, Lev.

You sighed out of relief, seeing a face you recognized, "hey! I didn't know you'd be here."

"Yeah, they invited me to go and my agent wanted me to get some pictures at this party. You wanna take a few?" He suggested, his kindness was so strong you could almost see it radiating around him.

"Sure!"

As he walked closed to you, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You saw Kenma from earlier, standing at the other end of the small but tall table.

He caught you so off guard you weren't able to properly pose for the picture Lev had quickly taken. You didn’t notice, but Kenma’s fingers were moving by his side. As if he was trying to regulate himself.

"Oh that is not a good one.." Lev murmured while scrolling through the three pictures he took.

"How about we take one together?" Kenma's gold eyes looked into yours as he took a sip from his own flute of champagne, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeah sure," you said breathlessly, you had no idea why you were all of a sudden so nervous.

Maybe it was the lack of emotion behind his eyes, everything seemed so causal for him. He was nonchalant! That's what made you nervous about him, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. His stare was intense, in a good way.

And it didn't help that he was obviously, very attractive. And more importantly, exactly your type.

Kenma walked over to you, placing his cold hand on your shoulder, just how Lev did, but this time it felt right considering Kenma wasn't completely towering over you.

"Say cheese," Kenma's smile was cheshire adjacent, his eyes looked like he was up to no good. As if his body was one place, but his intentions with this photo were somewhere else.

And you smiled, making sure to keep your eyes open as the back of his phone camera flashed. The sudden burst of bright light stood out in the dim room, a few heads turned in your direction before turning back.

"We should all take some pictures together then!" Lev suggested, you don't think you've ever seen someone look so happy from a mere idea.

You nodded your head, as you were already in between Kenma and Lev there wasn't much adjusting to do besides smiling and using your hand to create various poses that one of you would eventually post.

The next hour or so went pretty well, you talked to Lev and Kenma in the meantime. You discovered that they both knew each other from high school, playing volleyball together on a relatively successful team. You had wondered why they had such sibling-like interactions, you supposed knowing someone in their adolescence could have that same affect though.

You learned about how Lev got his start in modelling, his older sister, Alisa modeled and decided to force him to a casting call in which he swiftly passed. That being the start of his successful career.

"So what do you do, Kenma?" You inquired as you took a sip from your second champagne glass of the night.

"Nothing too much," he downplayed. "But uh, I go to college, I play games for a living- I'm a streamer."

Lev narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, looking at him as if he was guilty of something. Lev opened his mouth, "he also owns his own company! And he trades stock from time to time, he's a busy man!" Lev boasted for Kenma.

Your eyes widened after hearing all of that, what Kenma presented on his own was already impressive. But hearing everything else he did was the cherry on top.

"You like to keep busy?"

"Something like that.." Kenma trailed off, trying his hardest not to punch Lev in his gut like Yaku would've done.

You all continued to converse, Kenma tried to act causal while Lev wasn’t allowing him to do so. As you were speaking to Kenma, his gaze made your stomach flip, his gold eyes were so intense you felt as if you were being investigated for a crime. Kenma looked at you so intently as you explained how you interpreted your character’s morality.

“And the most interesting thing about her is that her father was a huge influence on her morals, but he’s never been shown on screen. So viewers just have to infer on what her father believed in through her, somewhat butchered, perspective on his teachings.” You explained.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Kenma laughed softly at your enthusiasm, “that’s cute. Seems like your character is deeper than people thought.”

His eyes were doing that thing again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you knew he was thinking something. All you could make out was a glint of condescension, but he seemed like he was genuinely interested in hearing your interpretation of your character. But you two continued to talk, he asked questions about you, you asked questions about him. It felt easy to talk to Kenma, it was natural how your conversation flowed. Like how airy curtains flowed on a windy day after a window was opened.

You were feeling tipsy after three flutes of champagne but that just meant you could keep the party going without having to worry about what you were doing at the moment.

Without any reasoning, you grabbed Kenma's hand, the coldness of his palm sent chills up your spine. Kenma's cat-like eyes observed you as you guided him to the dance floor, your backside pressed up against him as you swayed to the beat. Kenma did his best to match you, his hands were placed upon your waist trying to follow your lead. You rested the back of your head on his shoulder, messing up your hair a little. But your somewhat disheveled appearance was worth the feeling of Kenma’s breath softly hitting your neck.

And as the two of you swayed, you had no idea another global ambassador was live-streaming. Her phone propped up on one of the tables as she stood there casually eating the 'food' the brand had provided. Conversing with some of her celebrity friends in a joyful manner, even if she took up the majority of her phone screen. You and Kenma were perfectly placed in the background of her live stream, the two of you looked real comfortable with each other too as people started to notice you two in the background.

"I lovee this song," you slurred, trying your best to grind up against Kenma. Even if his hands were cold, the rest of his body felt warm pressed up against yours.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!" You just smiled, letting the bass thump in your ears.

It felt like you were on that dance floor for an eternity before you turned around to face Kenma. His face looked so beautiful under the pale, blue light the room was now covered in. You were so close to his face you were practically breathing in the air he was breathing out.

His golden eyes stared directly into yours, no longer emotionless but something else took over. He looked as hungry as a stray cat, one that hadn’t eaten in days. And you were the first piece of food he had stumbled across. As you continued to gaze into each other's eyes, the music sounded like it was muted. The various chatters of conversation that had surrounded you minutes ago ceased to exist in your world. It was only you and Kenma now, and you intended to make the best of your new reality. You stumbled into the bathroom before you could even realize you had walked over there. The bright, white light was a stark contrast from the dim, blue light from the party.

And luckily for you and Kenma it was a small, one stall bathroom with a lock that guaranteed nobody else could get in.

Kenma's cold hands cupped your hips as his plush lips pressed up against yours. Your lips combined made various smacking sounds as the kiss deepened, you couldn't tell if it was your spit or Kenma's dribbling down your chin as he lifted you onto the sink.

His hands traced pictures onto your thighs, you felt little x's and o's as his fingers danced on your skin.

"You know I'm an Emmy nominee?" You breathed out as you felt Kenma's hand itching towards your inner thigh.

"Yeah I do," he responded, looking at you, wondering why you broke the kiss.

"Just thought you should know.." You continued, "y'know I also have had multiple, successful global campaigns with brands people can only dream of working for?" You were nervous, rambling to soothe yourself.

"Because you're just soo great and amazing, right?" Kenma's eyes bore into yours, your stomach clenched from his stare. 

You had never imagined that your type, on paper, and print, would be into you. No matter how successful you became, but here reality was, proving you wrong in the best way possible.

It felt as if the world was rewarding you for being wrong for once.

"You're just so successful aren't you?" His condescending tone made your thighs press together, his salty praise lightly coated little fires across your skin, you felt yourself burning up.

"I am."

"You are." Kenma's smirk was something you had deemed dangerous from this moment on, that sly look you remembered from earlier. Like he knew something you didn't.

Kenma breathed out before going back in to kiss you, the sloppy kiss was filled with combined spit, and tongue sliding on each other.

His hands inched up further, pulling at the edges of your skirt.

Kenma broke the kiss, staying as close to you as possible. Your lips brushed up against each as he spoke, "can I?"

You pulled your head back to really look at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. But as you searched into the golden abyss of his eyes, you weren’t able to come back out with a solid conclusion or theory for what was going on in that mind of his.

And that was all Kenma needed to hear before pulling you off of that poor sink and turning you around. His cold hands made contact with your warm skin, his chilled fingers grasped desperately at your thighs as if he’d die if he didn’t.

He got on his knees, placing his face right where your underwear was soaked with your juices, and smelt you. Kenma’s little sigh of relief made you bite your lip as you turned around to see the lewd position he was in.

“Now what?” You asked.

All Kenma did was smile, “what do you want me to do?”

“What were you planning on doing?” You pushed.

“Hm.. what did you think I was going to do?” Kenma pushed back.

You bite your lip, now too nervous to explicitly say what you knew he was going to do. You were starting to regret opening your mouth to challenge him.

“I want you to.. eat me out?” That didn’t sound as confident as you wanted it to.

But that didn’t matter, all Kenma did was chuckle at your sudden shyness as both of his hands gripped the sides of your laced underwear, pulling them down to your ankles as his face disappeared under your short skirt.

You looked into the mirror, wondering what Kenma was going to do now. All you could feel was his hands caressing your thighs, it felt like forever before you actually felt something.

But when you did feel something, it caught you off guard, just a little lick near your clit. Like a cat tasting new food its owner brought it, cautious to go all of the way. And another lick, this one was more daring, going from your clit to your hole. You shuddered as Kenma’s licks were starting to get to you, the sensation of his rough but gummy tongue up against your clit was giving you subtle pleasure. And you started to crave more.

You whined as you poked your ass out, hoping to inch your pussy closer to his soft lips. You felt the vibrations from Kenma’s laugh as he decided to stop teasing you and put his lips around you clit, and started to suck.

“Mmmh,” You moaned out as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, no longer kitten licking you for a mere taste test. Kenma decided that he liked the new food his owner brought him, hoping that they would remain loyal to this brand.

You leaned over on the sink, using it for support as your legs shivered from Kenma’s stimulation.

"Ha~ you taste so good baby," you felt Kenma's lip curl into a smile over your clit. His lips, now coated with your slick, continued to kiss your pussy, as if he was a cat grateful for the meal his owner granted him.

A knot in your stomach started to form, feeling ready to burst at any moment as Kenma sucked on your clit like his life depended on it.

"Kenma!" You squealed out as he switched between flicking his tongue and sucking on you.

You looked behind you to be greeted by the lewd scene, the streamer down on his knees, pleasing you.

"M'gonna cum!"

"Come for me baby," the vibration from Kenma’s groan was enough to send you over the edge.

His hands gripped at your thighs, keeping you up as leaned over the sink as the build-up of pleasure all came crashing down on you at once.

You were panting while looking at yourself in the mirror after coming down from your brief high. Kenma appeared behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Wow," was all you could say. The warmth that was radiating from Kenma felt overwhelming, like you were burning up from a fever that there was no cure for.

"Was I good?" His lips felt so warm against your sensitive neck it felt like he would’ve left an imprint on you.

You hesitated to answer, even if you already knew how you were gonna respond, "you were good."

Kenma's cat-like eyes scanned over you, trying to observe how you were feeling. Seeing if it was okay to go further. Like a kitten trying to analyze an adult cat, stalking around it, softly placing its paws on the ground as it circles around it.

"Can I fuck you?" Kenma's blunt question took you quickly out of your post-nut clarity trance.

You looked at him in the mirror, just to see his eyes staring back at you. His pupils were so blown out you could barely see the gold in his eyes, his natural eye color was reduced to a small ring.

"Yeah,” was all you could say.

Kenma hiked up your skirt, your ankles still bound by your underwear. Your eyes focused on him, his long black hair that was tied in a bun looked cuter than it did two hours ago. His black strands acted as a curtain for his ears, but under the sterile, white lights you could see some of his silver ear piercings shining underneath the brightness.

You couldn't see what he was doing behind you, all you could see was him moving his arms around and the sound of a belt unbuckling and zipper going down.

"You ready?"

You nodded your head yes.

Kenma whimpered as his pink tip grinded on your pussy, his hand gripped his dick making it go back and forth. The only thing you could hear was 'shlick shlick shlick' as he tried to gather enough of your juices to use for a makeshift lube.

And you then felt it, a ‘ptuh’ sound came behind you. You could see the remnants of Kenma’s spit dribbling down his lip. He used his thumb to rub his spit on your slit.

You gasped softly as you felt yours walls being split open, Kenma slid inside of you slowly, savoring the feeling of your wet pussy inviting him in so sweetly.

"You feel amazing," he said as he bottomed out inside of you.

He took a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move. His dick was bigger than you had expected it to be, it filled you up so nicely, as if it was meant to be there inside of you.

"Mmmh," you sighed, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

The way Kenma dick was bullying your insides, you felt your body start to falter. Your head hung over the sink as he pounded into you, unable to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at me while I fuck you princess," Kenma's voice filled your ear. But you were too overwhelmed to follow his orders, his dick thrusting in and out of you hitting that sweet spot inside of you so brutally. You whined as he used one of his hands to grab your face, guiding you to look in the mirror.

You took one of your hands off of the sink, and pressed behind you at Kenma's stomach. The pleasure covered you like a suffocating blanket, you couldn't take it anymore. Kenma's dick felt too good, you had to find some way to elevate the intensity of the pleasure.

But Kenma didn't care, "move your hand baby."

You just whined in response, not wanting to move the only thing that was keeping you from screaming from ecstasy.

"I asked you to move your hand, come on." Kenma's sickeningly sweet voice travelled from your ears, right to your pussy. The tone of his voice turned you on in a way you didn't think was possible.

Kenma grunted, grabbing you by your wrist and placing your hand on your stomach.

"Oh my god!" You squealed as Kenma pressed your hand into your stomach, the feeling on his hand on yours was enough to make you almost ask, 'what are we?'.

"Fuck," Kenma whispered as his tip kept colliding with your sweet spot. His thrust grew sloppier as he felt his release coming soon.

Kenma used his other hand to start rubbing circles on your clit, not wanting to cum first on your first encounter together. He couldn’t leave a bad impression for your first time together.

"Kenma you're fucking me so good ohmygod," tears threatened to fall from the corner of your eyes, you genuinely couldn't how well he already knew your body and you had just met.

But you were too lost in pleasure to see his catty eyes observing you so intently, his eyes and ears paying attention to what got the biggest reaction out of you as his dick was grinding up inside of you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Kenma sputtered out, whining right into your ear as his clothed hips continued to meet your ass. "M'so close," Kenma whimpered.

And after the buildup of his dick hitting you that spot inside of you over and over again and his long fingers circling your clit, you came. You came hard, your legs were shaking as Kenma continued to thrust inside of you.

"Kenma please!"

"You're doing so good for me ha~" Kenma praised, now chasing his own release.

Kenma came with a loud whimper, but you sure were nobody heard it over the loud music. He pulled out, deciding to cum on your thigh rather than inside of your warm pussy.

You felt his torso meet your back, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other one was around your hip. In hopes of keeping you up as you tried to balance in your heels.

"Mm," you sighed, the sleepy smile on your face was enough for Kenma to know that he satisfied you fully.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kenma's rhetorical question made your lip quiver, you liked this side of him.

"No.. it wasn't."

"That's what I thought."

Kenma let go of you to grab some paper towel to clean up the cum that was now dripping down your leg. You pulled your panties up and looked over at Kenma.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom now.." You spoke out.

"Oh yeah, right." Kenma walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Waiting for you to come out.

After you used the bathroom, you washed your hands. And as you grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Like really looked at yourself, wondering if any feelings of guilt were to arise. But they didn't, you felt good about this. About Kenma.

You felt confident in your decision in allowing Kenma into your world. You didn't know too much about him, so maybe it wasn't your proudest moment to sleep with a stranger. But he was cute, and you were both young and successful so why not?

You walked out of the bathroom, not expecting to see Kenma leaned up against the wall. Your eyes tried their best to adjust to the dim lighting of the party, a stark contrast from the surgical lights in the sterile bathroom.

"Wanna get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"What about Lev?"

"Right.. I'm sure he'll find his way back home."

"I think I'll just go home actually, I had a good time tonight though." You didn't know why, but you just wanted to go lay in your bed now. Most likely due to being up longer than you would have liked. And most of the energy you had left for the party, was spent on fucking Kenma.

"Can I walk you out, if that’s okay?" He suggested, like a gentleman.

"Sure-!" You cut yourself off, your legs suddenly fell weak.

Kenma's hands caught your waist, he wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the venue. He decided that he would text Lev in the morning where he went for the night after unintentionally leaving Lev by himself.

And neither of you knew that Kenma's arm wrapped around your waist and your wobbly legs were in the background of that same girl's live. The small moment between you the two of you was to be picked and prodded at by tens of thousands of people on social media before the sun rose tomorrow.

You made it home safely that night. It was now 1pm, your eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light. You were just waking up after your satisfying night. Cuddled up in the warmth and unbelievable comfort of your luxury couch, in your well decorated living room.

You hadn’t heard anything from Kenma since that night, although it had only been a few hours since your encounter. You wanted some form of communication, but you didn’t want to reach out first. So instead of contacting Kenma like a normal person, you decided to obsessively look at all of his social media pages. His instagram, his twitter, his tiktok account (and even a few fan pages). Before you landed on his youtube account, where his profile picture had a thin, red circle around it with white letters that spelled out "LIVE" at the bottom.

You figured that you would click on it, see what he was up to since you were ‘clearly’ not on his mind.

"I mean yeah, those events are just usually like that, no? You just take pictures and talk and do interviews about yourself so it was chill, I met some cool people that night so I don't think those events are useless." You heard his calm voice from the other side of the screen, he was sitting at his desk. Nothing else on the screen but his attractive face, his microphone in the corner of the screen, and the chat filled with adoring fans.

"God you guys are running these piercings into the ground, I thought this ear map would suit me. You all voted on it," his laugh was soft and raspy, that kind of laugh that made you smile unintentionally.

"But did I have a good night?" Kenma's cat-like eyes had found a new emotion to display, anyone could tell he was reminiscing on something. "Oh I had an incredible night, I was in the bathroom for most of it though." He smirked while the chat exploded.

As you wondered what he exactly meant by, ‘Oh I had an incredible night,’ you skimmed the chat for clues.

"OMG SO THE RUMORS ARE TRUE"

"Kodzuken getting play before GTA 6 😭😭"

"bro linked up with (name) and it's all he can talk about now"

"stop you guys would be such a cute couple"

"You should invite her on stream!!"

The various messages made you conclude that people had known that you two had hooked up at that gala. But how? I mean sure, it's not like you two were super discreet, both heading off to the bathroom area at the same time. And you were a little tipsy so you might have misremembered a few details, but nothing was completely omitted from your mind.

You knew following your dreams of being on screen meant that all eyes would be on you, but not like this. And you could tell that Kenma hadn't said anything too explicit, so how the hell did everyone seem to know?

You decided to go back on twitter, since they usually had most of the 'drama' in the most straight-forward way. You scrolled, seeing various tweets with your name and Kenma’s.

"Did you guys see Kenma with (name) at the MiuMiu party last night??"

"I can't believe we saw Kenma and (name) in the back of her live"

"the way they snuck off to the bathroom after grinding on each other.. this buzz!!"

"Streamer x Actor strikes again, hope this goes well for (name) streamers are gutter though im ngl"

"THIS (NAME) AND KENMA EDIT GET INTO THIS BUZZ OMG"

“Bye why do they look like they’re in a movie”

You closed out of the app, throwing your phone across the room, upset that you apparently weren't as discreet as you thought you were. You were lightly embarrassed at the fact that it seemed like everyone had the information to infer that you and Kenma had slept together. But luckily your phone landed on a pair of one of your shoes, so it wasn't damaged.

You turned around and buried your head in one of your too-comfortable pillows thinking, 'this could not be happening right now.'

It seemed like individual fan accounts were responding well to you 'allegedly' hooking up with Kenma at a party though. But what would the commercialized media have to say, would there be articles about this situation. Were people going to think that you were a whore, would Kenma's fans start attacking you for 'stealing their man'?

You had so many questions swirling around in your mind, it felt as if a mini tornado was running rampant in your brain. After being a media darling for so long, you had no idea if you were going to keep that image up after this 'incident', if you could even call it that.

As you started to become trapped by your thoughts, you heard your phone softly vibrate in your shoe. You looked up from the pillow, deciding to see what the notification could possibly be. Even though it was probably just your phone telling you if your screentime percentage was down or up from last week. You got up from the couch to grab your phone, just to sit back down on the couch to read the notification.

[kodzuken] Kenma hey, how are you today?

A simple message showing interest in you, you started at the notification for what felt like hours before you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram.

You wasted no time in thinking if you should respond, you didn't want him to know but you had been waiting for something from him. Whether it was a text or seeing that he had blocked you on all platforms. Any reminder that he remembered your existence would have made you content.

[you] I'm doing fine, how about you?

[kodzuken] Kenma i'm a little tired but i promised my fans a stream tdy did you see anything about us from that party last night?

[you] Yeah I did actually.. you didn't say anything explicitly about what went down that night did you?

[kodzuken] Kenma nah i didnt, figured it wasn't my place. i wanted to talk to you about it though

[you] what's up?

[kodzuken] Kenma i was wondering if i could take you out on a date? i'm still in LA for another week or two, are you busy saturday?

[you] not that i can remember.. but i'll have to check in with my manager.

[kodzuken] Kenma cool, just let me know i'll set something up :)

You still thought the tone in which he said he had an 'incredible night' was weird, so you knew not to forget to bring it up whenever you two eventually went out on Saturday.

And you knew you had nothing going on this Saturday, it was one of your only free days this week. Courtesy of your agent and manager who decided you deserved the weekend off after months on end of promotions and filming, not only on set, but commercials and interviews too.

You laid your back on the couch, gazing at your too-white ceiling. You took a deep breath in as the blue sky was in the corner of your eye, the light shining through your living room was natural, a gift from the sun.

And you couldn't help the smile that was forming on your face after replaying Kenma's texts in your head, how he ever so causally asked you out on a date. Being gentleman enough to set something up for the two of you, and hopefully it wasn’t a scheme to use you for your fame.

You hoped he genuinely wanted to get to know you, not the you who had countless billboard ads across the country. Not the you who was an Emmy nominee off of her acting debut, the you who modeled for high-fashion brands, and the you who went viral every other week,

But the you who liked sitting in a moving car just for the sake of going on a drive, the you who liked going to countless museums and admiring the artwork of the talented individuals. The you who posted on your instagram story of you trying out cafes in different cities, the you who had a genuine passion for acting and who decided to audition for the role of the lifetime.

And you decided then that you wouldn’t want Kenma if he didn't want to get to know the real you. After your interaction with Kenma last night, you hoped he understood that you were interested in getting to know Kenma. Not just the Kodzuken everyone ‘seemed’ to know.

[miusies]

SUPERSTAR ! ★

pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader

wc 7.2k

warnings / tags mdni!!! reader is a famous actress, use of (name) for reader insert like three times, model lev appearance, lev and kenma siblingism, wingman lev if you squint, reader is a global brand ambassador for MiuMiu, reader wears a skirt, dubcon, reader and kenma are tipsy, raw pinv, cunninglingus, m and f orgasm, public bathroom s ex, condescending praise, kenma gets compared to a cat when going down on reader, baby and princess used as pet names for reader, mirror sex, spit used as lube, aftercare if you squint really hard, strangers to ?, nervous-ish kenma and nervous-ish reader, mutual feelings, sm ut, fluff

note at first i was going to base this fic off of superstar by jamelia but then i got an idea for i wanna be your boyfriend by hot freaks and it somehow came back to superstar, so enjoy being famous for 7.2k words..! (my longest fic yet omds)

update part two is now uploaded you can read it here!

"Hey chat, I told you guys that I would do a quick Q&A before I started playing today and my team found some really compelling questions that you all sent." Kenma's cat-like eyes looked into the camera, a content expression was on his face while he spoke to his larger-than-life fanbase.

After answering a few questions that hundreds of thousands people had asked the most, having fun laughing along with his chat. Creating new memories with his fans, it came time for the final question.

"If you have one, who's your celebrity crush..?" Kenma paused, leaning back slightly in his chair while he pretended to put deep thought into this question. All of it was just for dramatics though. "God that one actress in that new movie, (name) right? Yeah she's cute." Kenma's lips quirked up a little on that last part, and it didn't go unnoticed by his fans.

The chat erupted into various messages of shock, laughter, and slight anger from fans who thought they had a chance with Kodzuken. All Kenma did was softly laugh while he went to start up the game he promised his fans that he'd play today.

And that was all he thought would come from that situation, just an inside joke between him and his fans that he had a ‘crush’ on you.

You were sleeping in your bed in your high-rise apartment, unassumingly. While Kenma was doing a late-night stream somewhere his fans didn't recognize, they figured he wasn't in Japan though. He was rumored to be a guest at a MiuMiu event, some suspected he was able to get in due to Lev modeling for the brand. And you were confirmed to be going to that event, so fans of yours that were also fans of Kodzuken were littered throughout his chat while he streamed, trying to put two to two together.

Kenma didn't think too much about name dropping you, sure he had a million twitch subscribers and was the biggest user on that platform and had fan pages with hundreds of thousands of followers that only focused on clipping him to smithereens. 'But there was no way this would come back to you', he thought. A harmless statement saying that he finds you attractive was nothing newsworthy, but like always. People get attached to the silliest of statements.

Kenma didn't see these videos when they first released, just a mere hour after his stream ended. And you didn't see the videos when they dropped due to being asleep. But there were ship edits of you two, the devil works fast but his fans managed to work faster. Various cute songs like Shadow by f(x), Kinky Love by Pale Saints, and even the Snuggle Song by Schnuffel Bunny were played over videos of yours and Kenma's face while their creativity decided on how those pictures were intricately presented on screen. Honestly, if you had seen the videos you would've been impressed with their editing skills.

They even made Alternative Universe edits with you and Kenma. Kenma wouldn't see any of these edits until the morning, and you wouldn't see them until after the event. But they were there, the fanbase for you x Kenma was growing quicker than the two of you or your teams could have imagined it becoming.

“Over here Miss!”

“Look this way!”

“You look fabulous tonight!’

“I love that pose!”

A collection of people with cameras that were big enough to cover their face were calling your name, demanding you to look in various directions. Your ears were already annoyed before you stepped onto the red, velvety carpet, and their unnecessary yelling made it worse. You were sporting a fashionable look for tonight’s show, something your stylist put together for you. It was an outfit that was true to you, something you'd actually wear outside of tonight. You were proud to be modeling it for tonight, happy to be looking your best before you spent the rest of your evening drinking and socializing.

Your security detail and manager helped you leave the carpet safely, guiding you into the venue of where you’d spent a majority of your night. This was one of the biggest nights of the year for MiuMiu as they'd be showcasing their Spring/Summer 26 collection. And you were one of their best, and biggest global ambassadors. Your recent modeling campaign for them did incredible numbers. They loved you, and your fans loved you with them as they showed love to all of the photos you took for the campaign. And the best part of this whole thing was that your advertisements managed to grab the attention of the general public, people who had never heard of your name before saw the photo and video ads you did, and loved them. You were showered with praise from the minute your photoshoot with them dropped as people felt it was something new, you were fresh in their eyes.

People started using your pictures for profile pictures, making edits to you with pretty songs in the background. Your favorite one was a creative edit that had gotten almost three million likes, your face and body edited to ‘How to Pretend’ by Lucy Bedroque.

And not to mention the whole reason of why you were able to get a global ambassadorship with MiuMiu. Your recent work in the Hollywood acting industry, your talent was praised by numerous professionals and critics, despite this being your first ‘hollywood’ gig. Since you starred alongside an extremely well-loved and respected actor, people had no idea how the no-name next to them was going to blend well with their talent. And you quickly shut down all of their doubts, and now all of sudden you were a media darling. Various interviews and sponsorships came your way almost immediately, and about three months after your basically overnight boom in popularity, MiuMiu had reached out to you.

It was safe to say that this year was your year, you were at the top after what felt like ages of trying to 'make it'. You felt the love from your fans, the general public, and even the media that you thought only existed to tear people down.

But some people were curious about your personal life. You knew that parasocial fans would have come along eventually, but you didn’t think that they would be so fascinated with you. So you started doing vlogs, seemingly alone in your day-to-day life besides seeing your management team and a few friends. Fans were curious if you had a partner, to which you responded, ‘no’, whenever the question came up in interviews.

So luckily, tonight was a night that you'd be surrounded by people going through the same thing. Although some fans managed to come in as they were also journalists and had to report on the fashion show, there were also designers and plenty of other celebrities who were also brand ambassadors for MiuMiu. As your security detail helped you find your front-row seat, they walked away as you started to take in your surroundings. You checked your phone, seeing your manager sent you a text to 'let me know if you need anything or want to leave, don't worry too much about networking tonight if you want to rest. It's been a long year.'

You appreciated the thought your manager had for you, she knew better than to exploit you and work you to the bone. You had been grinding for a majority of the year anyway, now it was finally September and you had no idea what the rest of your year was going to be filled with. You auditioned for some projects, and some casting directors reached out to you offering roles. So you figured the next step was to start sifting through those with your manager and casting agent.

But the biggest thing on your mind, literally, was the guy sitting next to you. You didn't know his exact height but you knew he was too tall to not be on the runway with the rest of the lengthy models.

With shiny silver hair and striking green eyes, standing out must have been something he was used to. And his outfit was a collection of pieces that MiuMiu had created, so you concluded that he was an ambassador too.

"Hey," was all that came out of your mouth before you had even thought of how to approach this situation. His slithering green eyes looked in your direction, an unreadable expression on his face. "How are you?" You asked politely.

He smiled kindly, showing off his near perfect, white teeth, "I'm doing good! How about you?"

"I'm fine, are you an ambassador as well?" You asked, his face looked way friendlier now that he wasn’t caught off guard.

"Yeah, I am. I've modeled for them for quite some time now.. my friend Kenma hasn't though, he's not too into fashion." The tall man glanced beside him, leaning back slightly so you could see his friend.

You leaned forward despite his efforts, and saw one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. His medium-length black hair had blond tips at the end, his golden cat-like eyes seemed so bored as he looked into his phone. You looked at his plush, pink lips, two silver rings adorned his bottom lip. Something that made you wonder how people tolerate the pain for certain piercings.

"Kenma, say hi man." The tall man, whose name you realized you didn't know, nudged his friend to look up from his phone.

As ‘Kenma’ lifted his head up, turning off his phone which looked to be pretty new. His eyes had a slight shock in them, his mouth agape, as if he wasn't expecting to see you.

"Hi.." Was all the shorter man could spit out.

"Hi!" You introduced yourself to him with your name.

"I'm Lev by the way." The tall man shot in, you gave him a smile and started up a conversation with him.

But 'Kenma' interrupted, "I'm Kenma," he said. "It's nice to meet you," he smiled softly while extending his hand to you, his eyes blinking slowly as he looked you up and down.

You took his hand, shaking it gently, "it's nice to meet you Kenma." The way you said his name with the sweetest look on your face, the soft grasp of your hand. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. Kenma knew he had to find a way to talk to you at the brand-sponsored afterparty, there was no way he was letting his opportunity go.

Before the show started, Lev started to show you something on his phone, some pictures from a recent trip he took with his sister. You leaned over to see it better, and no doubt that the two of you conversing together would become a viral moment later on as your every move was being recorded.

The large room was dim, with flickers of light scattered around it. It was decorated in sleek blacks, greys, and whites with the occasional pop of tan brown and light blue, and the words ‘MiuMiu’ were littered throughout the afterparty. For promotional photos no doubt. Most of the color in the room came from the outfits other ambassadors and partygoers were wearing. The bass from the music thumped against the floor and walls, you looked over towards the dance floor to see various celebrities around your age recording themselves dancing on their phones.

You rested your arms on the tall, black table, wondering where you should start for your evening of socializing. You were alone for the night as your agent thought it would do you some good to be solo for an evening as she was often by your side. But you preferred having a familiar face against a sea of unknown ones. I mean you knew who these people were, some of the most famous young people in Hollywood today. And judging by the statistics, you were the biggest at the current moment. So it shouldn't have been so difficult to find the courage to introduce yourselves to others.

But it was. So you stood at the table with a tall flute of champagne, wondering if you were able to go home early after shooting some promotional reels and tiktoks for the brand.

"Hey! I remember you!" You heard a familiar voice shout out, you saw the silver-haired model from earlier, Lev.

You sighed out of relief, seeing a face you recognized, "hey! I didn't know you'd be here."

"Yeah, they invited me to go and my agent wanted me to get some pictures at this party. You wanna take a few?" He suggested, his kindness was so strong you could almost see it radiating around him.

"Sure!"

As he walked closed to you, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You saw Kenma from earlier, standing at the other end of the small but tall table.

He caught you so off guard you weren't able to properly pose for the picture Lev had quickly taken. You didn’t notice, but Kenma’s fingers were moving by his side. As if he was trying to regulate himself.

"Oh that is not a good one.." Lev murmured while scrolling through the three pictures he took.

"How about we take one together?" Kenma's gold eyes looked into yours as he took a sip from his own flute of champagne, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeah sure," you said breathlessly, you had no idea why you were all of a sudden so nervous.

Maybe it was the lack of emotion behind his eyes, everything seemed so causal for him. He was nonchalant! That's what made you nervous about him, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. His stare was intense, in a good way.

And it didn't help that he was obviously, very attractive. And more importantly, exactly your type.

Kenma walked over to you, placing his cold hand on your shoulder, just how Lev did, but this time it felt right considering Kenma wasn't completely towering over you.

"Say cheese," Kenma's smile was cheshire adjacent, his eyes looked like he was up to no good. As if his body was one place, but his intentions with this photo were somewhere else.

And you smiled, making sure to keep your eyes open as the back of his phone camera flashed. The sudden burst of bright light stood out in the dim room, a few heads turned in your direction before turning back.

"We should all take some pictures together then!" Lev suggested, you don't think you've ever seen someone look so happy from a mere idea.

You nodded your head, as you were already in between Kenma and Lev there wasn't much adjusting to do besides smiling and using your hand to create various poses that one of you would eventually post.

The next hour or so went pretty well, you talked to Lev and Kenma in the meantime. You discovered that they both knew each other from high school, playing volleyball together on a relatively successful team. You had wondered why they had such sibling-like interactions, you supposed knowing someone in their adolescence could have that same affect though.

You learned about how Lev got his start in modelling, his older sister, Alisa modeled and decided to force him to a casting call in which he swiftly passed. That being the start of his successful career.

"So what do you do, Kenma?" You inquired as you took a sip from your second champagne glass of the night.

"Nothing too much," he downplayed. "But uh, I go to college, I play games for a living- I'm a streamer."

Lev narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, looking at him as if he was guilty of something. Lev opened his mouth, "he also owns his own company! And he trades stock from time to time, he's a busy man!" Lev boasted for Kenma.

Your eyes widened after hearing all of that, what Kenma presented on his own was already impressive. But hearing everything else he did was the cherry on top.

"You like to keep busy?"

"Something like that.." Kenma trailed off, trying his hardest not to punch Lev in his gut like Yaku would've done.

You all continued to converse, Kenma tried to act causal while Lev wasn’t allowing him to do so. As you were speaking to Kenma, his gaze made your stomach flip, his gold eyes were so intense you felt as if you were being investigated for a crime. Kenma looked at you so intently as you explained how you interpreted your character’s morality.

“And the most interesting thing about her is that her father was a huge influence on her morals, but he’s never been shown on screen. So viewers just have to infer on what her father believed in through her, somewhat butchered, perspective on his teachings.” You explained.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Kenma laughed softly at your enthusiasm, “that’s cute. Seems like your character is deeper than people thought.”

His eyes were doing that thing again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you knew he was thinking something. All you could make out was a glint of condescension, but he seemed like he was genuinely interested in hearing your interpretation of your character. But you two continued to talk, he asked questions about you, you asked questions about him. It felt easy to talk to Kenma, it was natural how your conversation flowed. Like how airy curtains flowed on a windy day after a window was opened.

You were feeling tipsy after three flutes of champagne but that just meant you could keep the party going without having to worry about what you were doing at the moment.

Without any reasoning, you grabbed Kenma's hand, the coldness of his palm sent chills up your spine. Kenma's cat-like eyes observed you as you guided him to the dance floor, your backside pressed up against him as you swayed to the beat. Kenma did his best to match you, his hands were placed upon your waist trying to follow your lead. You rested the back of your head on his shoulder, messing up your hair a little. But your somewhat disheveled appearance was worth the feeling of Kenma’s breath softly hitting your neck.

And as the two of you swayed, you had no idea another global ambassador was live-streaming. Her phone propped up on one of the tables as she stood there casually eating the 'food' the brand had provided. Conversing with some of her celebrity friends in a joyful manner, even if she took up the majority of her phone screen. You and Kenma were perfectly placed in the background of her live stream, the two of you looked real comfortable with each other too as people started to notice you two in the background.

"I lovee this song," you slurred, trying your best to grind up against Kenma. Even if his hands were cold, the rest of his body felt warm pressed up against yours.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!" You just smiled, letting the bass thump in your ears.

It felt like you were on that dance floor for an eternity before you turned around to face Kenma. His face looked so beautiful under the pale, blue light the room was now covered in. You were so close to his face you were practically breathing in the air he was breathing out.

His golden eyes stared directly into yours, no longer emotionless but something else took over. He looked as hungry as a stray cat, one that hadn’t eaten in days. And you were the first piece of food he had stumbled across. As you continued to gaze into each other's eyes, the music sounded like it was muted. The various chatters of conversation that had surrounded you minutes ago ceased to exist in your world. It was only you and Kenma now, and you intended to make the best of your new reality. You stumbled into the bathroom before you could even realize you had walked over there. The bright, white light was a stark contrast from the dim, blue light from the party.

And luckily for you and Kenma it was a small, one stall bathroom with a lock that guaranteed nobody else could get in.

Kenma's cold hands cupped your hips as his plush lips pressed up against yours. Your lips combined made various smacking sounds as the kiss deepened, you couldn't tell if it was your spit or Kenma's dribbling down your chin as he lifted you onto the sink.

His hands traced pictures onto your thighs, you felt little x's and o's as his fingers danced on your skin.

"You know I'm an Emmy nominee?" You breathed out as you felt Kenma's hand itching towards your inner thigh.

"Yeah I do," he responded, looking at you, wondering why you broke the kiss.

"Just thought you should know.." You continued, "y'know I also have had multiple, successful global campaigns with brands people can only dream of working for?" You were nervous, rambling to soothe yourself.

"Because you're just soo great and amazing, right?" Kenma's eyes bore into yours, your stomach clenched from his stare. 

You had never imagined that your type, on paper, and print, would be into you. No matter how successful you became, but here reality was, proving you wrong in the best way possible.

It felt as if the world was rewarding you for being wrong for once.

"You're just so successful aren't you?" His condescending tone made your thighs press together, his salty praise lightly coated little fires across your skin, you felt yourself burning up.

"I am."

"You are." Kenma's smirk was something you had deemed dangerous from this moment on, that sly look you remembered from earlier. Like he knew something you didn't.

Kenma breathed out before going back in to kiss you, the sloppy kiss was filled with combined spit, and tongue sliding on each other.

His hands inched up further, pulling at the edges of your skirt.

Kenma broke the kiss, staying as close to you as possible. Your lips brushed up against each as he spoke, "can I?"

You pulled your head back to really look at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. But as you searched into the golden abyss of his eyes, you weren’t able to come back out with a solid conclusion or theory for what was going on in that mind of his.

And that was all Kenma needed to hear before pulling you off of that poor sink and turning you around. His cold hands made contact with your warm skin, his chilled fingers grasped desperately at your thighs as if he’d die if he didn’t.

He got on his knees, placing his face right where your underwear was soaked with your juices, and smelt you. Kenma’s little sigh of relief made you bite your lip as you turned around to see the lewd position he was in.

“Now what?” You asked.

All Kenma did was smile, “what do you want me to do?”

“What were you planning on doing?” You pushed.

“Hm.. what did you think I was going to do?” Kenma pushed back.

You bite your lip, now too nervous to explicitly say what you knew he was going to do. You were starting to regret opening your mouth to challenge him.

“I want you to.. eat me out?” That didn’t sound as confident as you wanted it to.

But that didn’t matter, all Kenma did was chuckle at your sudden shyness as both of his hands gripped the sides of your laced underwear, pulling them down to your ankles as his face disappeared under your short skirt.

You looked into the mirror, wondering what Kenma was going to do now. All you could feel was his hands caressing your thighs, it felt like forever before you actually felt something.

But when you did feel something, it caught you off guard, just a little lick near your clit. Like a cat tasting new food its owner brought it, cautious to go all of the way. And another lick, this one was more daring, going from your clit to your hole. You shuddered as Kenma’s licks were starting to get to you, the sensation of his rough but gummy tongue up against your clit was giving you subtle pleasure. And you started to crave more.

You whined as you poked your ass out, hoping to inch your pussy closer to his soft lips. You felt the vibrations from Kenma’s laugh as he decided to stop teasing you and put his lips around you clit, and started to suck.

“Mmmh,” You moaned out as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, no longer kitten licking you for a mere taste test. Kenma decided that he liked the new food his owner brought him, hoping that they would remain loyal to this brand.

You leaned over on the sink, using it for support as your legs shivered from Kenma’s stimulation.

"Ha~ you taste so good baby," you felt Kenma's lip curl into a smile over your clit. His lips, now coated with your slick, continued to kiss your pussy, as if he was a cat grateful for the meal his owner granted him.

A knot in your stomach started to form, feeling ready to burst at any moment as Kenma sucked on your clit like his life depended on it.

"Kenma!" You squealed out as he switched between flicking his tongue and sucking on you.

You looked behind you to be greeted by the lewd scene, the streamer down on his knees, pleasing you.

"M'gonna cum!"

"Come for me baby," the vibration from Kenma’s groan was enough to send you over the edge.

His hands gripped at your thighs, keeping you up as leaned over the sink as the build-up of pleasure all came crashing down on you at once.

You were panting while looking at yourself in the mirror after coming down from your brief high. Kenma appeared behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Wow," was all you could say. The warmth that was radiating from Kenma felt overwhelming, like you were burning up from a fever that there was no cure for.

"Was I good?" His lips felt so warm against your sensitive neck it felt like he would’ve left an imprint on you.

You hesitated to answer, even if you already knew how you were gonna respond, "you were good."

Kenma's cat-like eyes scanned over you, trying to observe how you were feeling. Seeing if it was okay to go further. Like a kitten trying to analyze an adult cat, stalking around it, softly placing its paws on the ground as it circles around it.

"Can I fuck you?" Kenma's blunt question took you quickly out of your post-nut clarity trance.

You looked at him in the mirror, just to see his eyes staring back at you. His pupils were so blown out you could barely see the gold in his eyes, his natural eye color was reduced to a small ring.

"Yeah,” was all you could say.

Kenma hiked up your skirt, your ankles still bound by your underwear. Your eyes focused on him, his long black hair that was tied in a bun looked cuter than it did two hours ago. His black strands acted as a curtain for his ears, but under the sterile, white lights you could see some of his silver ear piercings shining underneath the brightness.

You couldn't see what he was doing behind you, all you could see was him moving his arms around and the sound of a belt unbuckling and zipper going down.

"You ready?"

You nodded your head yes.

Kenma whimpered as his pink tip grinded on your pussy, his hand gripped his dick making it go back and forth. The only thing you could hear was 'shlick shlick shlick' as he tried to gather enough of your juices to use for a makeshift lube.

And you then felt it, a ‘ptuh’ sound came behind you. You could see the remnants of Kenma’s spit dribbling down his lip. He used his thumb to rub his spit on your slit.

You gasped softly as you felt yours walls being split open, Kenma slid inside of you slowly, savoring the feeling of your wet pussy inviting him in so sweetly.

"You feel amazing," he said as he bottomed out inside of you.

He took a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move. His dick was bigger than you had expected it to be, it filled you up so nicely, as if it was meant to be there inside of you.

"Mmmh," you sighed, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

The way Kenma dick was bullying your insides, you felt your body start to falter. Your head hung over the sink as he pounded into you, unable to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at me while I fuck you princess," Kenma's voice filled your ear. But you were too overwhelmed to follow his orders, his dick thrusting in and out of you hitting that sweet spot inside of you so brutally. You whined as he used one of his hands to grab your face, guiding you to look in the mirror.

You took one of your hands off of the sink, and pressed behind you at Kenma's stomach. The pleasure covered you like a suffocating blanket, you couldn't take it anymore. Kenma's dick felt too good, you had to find some way to elevate the intensity of the pleasure.

But Kenma didn't care, "move your hand baby."

You just whined in response, not wanting to move the only thing that was keeping you from screaming from ecstasy.

"I asked you to move your hand, come on." Kenma's sickeningly sweet voice travelled from your ears, right to your pussy. The tone of his voice turned you on in a way you didn't think was possible.

Kenma grunted, grabbing you by your wrist and placing your hand on your stomach.

"Oh my god!" You squealed as Kenma pressed your hand into your stomach, the feeling on his hand on yours was enough to make you almost ask, 'what are we?'.

"Fuck," Kenma whispered as his tip kept colliding with your sweet spot. His thrust grew sloppier as he felt his release coming soon.

Kenma used his other hand to start rubbing circles on your clit, not wanting to cum first on your first encounter together. He couldn’t leave a bad impression for your first time together.

"Kenma you're fucking me so good ohmygod," tears threatened to fall from the corner of your eyes, you genuinely couldn't how well he already knew your body and you had just met.

But you were too lost in pleasure to see his catty eyes observing you so intently, his eyes and ears paying attention to what got the biggest reaction out of you as his dick was grinding up inside of you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Kenma sputtered out, whining right into your ear as his clothed hips continued to meet your ass. "M'so close," Kenma whimpered.

And after the buildup of his dick hitting you that spot inside of you over and over again and his long fingers circling your clit, you came. You came hard, your legs were shaking as Kenma continued to thrust inside of you.

"Kenma please!"

"You're doing so good for me ha~" Kenma praised, now chasing his own release.

Kenma came with a loud whimper, but you sure were nobody heard it over the loud music. He pulled out, deciding to cum on your thigh rather than inside of your warm pussy.

You felt his torso meet your back, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other one was around your hip. In hopes of keeping you up as you tried to balance in your heels.

"Mm," you sighed, the sleepy smile on your face was enough for Kenma to know that he satisfied you fully.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kenma's rhetorical question made your lip quiver, you liked this side of him.

"No.. it wasn't."

"That's what I thought."

Kenma let go of you to grab some paper towel to clean up the cum that was now dripping down your leg. You pulled your panties up and looked over at Kenma.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom now.." You spoke out.

"Oh yeah, right." Kenma walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Waiting for you to come out.

After you used the bathroom, you washed your hands. And as you grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Like really looked at yourself, wondering if any feelings of guilt were to arise. But they didn't, you felt good about this. About Kenma.

You felt confident in your decision in allowing Kenma into your world. You didn't know too much about him, so maybe it wasn't your proudest moment to sleep with a stranger. But he was cute, and you were both young and successful so why not?

You walked out of the bathroom, not expecting to see Kenma leaned up against the wall. Your eyes tried their best to adjust to the dim lighting of the party, a stark contrast from the surgical lights in the sterile bathroom.

"Wanna get out of here?" Kenma asked.

"What about Lev?"

"Right.. I'm sure he'll find his way back home."

"I think I'll just go home actually, I had a good time tonight though." You didn't know why, but you just wanted to go lay in your bed now. Most likely due to being up longer than you would have liked. And most of the energy you had left for the party, was spent on fucking Kenma.

"Can I walk you out, if that’s okay?" He suggested, like a gentleman.

"Sure-!" You cut yourself off, your legs suddenly fell weak.

Kenma's hands caught your waist, he wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the venue. He decided that he would text Lev in the morning where he went for the night after unintentionally leaving Lev by himself.

And neither of you knew that Kenma's arm wrapped around your waist and your wobbly legs were in the background of that same girl's live. The small moment between you the two of you was to be picked and prodded at by tens of thousands of people on social media before the sun rose tomorrow.

You made it home safely that night. It was now 1pm, your eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light. You were just waking up after your satisfying night. Cuddled up in the warmth and unbelievable comfort of your luxury couch, in your well decorated living room.

You hadn’t heard anything from Kenma since that night, although it had only been a few hours since your encounter. You wanted some form of communication, but you didn’t want to reach out first. So instead of contacting Kenma like a normal person, you decided to obsessively look at all of his social media pages. His instagram, his twitter, his tiktok account (and even a few fan pages). Before you landed on his youtube account, where his profile picture had a thin, red circle around it with white letters that spelled out "LIVE" at the bottom.

You figured that you would click on it, see what he was up to since you were ‘clearly’ not on his mind.

"I mean yeah, those events are just usually like that, no? You just take pictures and talk and do interviews about yourself so it was chill, I met some cool people that night so I don't think those events are useless." You heard his calm voice from the other side of the screen, he was sitting at his desk. Nothing else on the screen but his attractive face, his microphone in the corner of the screen, and the chat filled with adoring fans.

"God you guys are running these piercings into the ground, I thought this ear map would suit me. You all voted on it," his laugh was soft and raspy, that kind of laugh that made you smile unintentionally.

"But did I have a good night?" Kenma's cat-like eyes had found a new emotion to display, anyone could tell he was reminiscing on something. "Oh I had an incredible night, I was in the bathroom for most of it though." He smirked while the chat exploded.

As you wondered what he exactly meant by, ‘Oh I had an incredible night,’ you skimmed the chat for clues.

"OMG SO THE RUMORS ARE TRUE"

"Kodzuken getting play before GTA 6 😭😭"

"bro linked up with (name) and it's all he can talk about now"

"stop you guys would be such a cute couple"

"You should invite her on stream!!"

The various messages made you conclude that people had known that you two had hooked up at that gala. But how? I mean sure, it's not like you two were super discreet, both heading off to the bathroom area at the same time. And you were a little tipsy so you might have misremembered a few details, but nothing was completely omitted from your mind.

You knew following your dreams of being on screen meant that all eyes would be on you, but not like this. And you could tell that Kenma hadn't said anything too explicit, so how the hell did everyone seem to know?

You decided to go back on twitter, since they usually had most of the 'drama' in the most straight-forward way. You scrolled, seeing various tweets with your name and Kenma’s.

"Did you guys see Kenma with (name) at the MiuMiu party last night??"

"I can't believe we saw Kenma and (name) in the back of her live"

"the way they snuck off to the bathroom after grinding on each other.. this buzz!!"

"Streamer x Actor strikes again, hope this goes well for (name) streamers are gutter though im ngl"

"THIS (NAME) AND KENMA EDIT GET INTO THIS BUZZ OMG"

“Bye why do they look like they’re in a movie”

You closed out of the app, throwing your phone across the room, upset that you apparently weren't as discreet as you thought you were. You were lightly embarrassed at the fact that it seemed like everyone had the information to infer that you and Kenma had slept together. But luckily your phone landed on a pair of one of your shoes, so it wasn't damaged.

You turned around and buried your head in one of your too-comfortable pillows thinking, 'this could not be happening right now.'

It seemed like individual fan accounts were responding well to you 'allegedly' hooking up with Kenma at a party though. But what would the commercialized media have to say, would there be articles about this situation. Were people going to think that you were a whore, would Kenma's fans start attacking you for 'stealing their man'?

You had so many questions swirling around in your mind, it felt as if a mini tornado was running rampant in your brain. After being a media darling for so long, you had no idea if you were going to keep that image up after this 'incident', if you could even call it that.

As you started to become trapped by your thoughts, you heard your phone softly vibrate in your shoe. You looked up from the pillow, deciding to see what the notification could possibly be. Even though it was probably just your phone telling you if your screentime percentage was down or up from last week. You got up from the couch to grab your phone, just to sit back down on the couch to read the notification.

[kodzuken] Kenma hey, how are you today?

A simple message showing interest in you, you started at the notification for what felt like hours before you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram.

You wasted no time in thinking if you should respond, you didn't want him to know but you had been waiting for something from him. Whether it was a text or seeing that he had blocked you on all platforms. Any reminder that he remembered your existence would have made you content.

[you] I'm doing fine, how about you?

[kodzuken] Kenma i'm a little tired but i promised my fans a stream tdy did you see anything about us from that party last night?

[you] Yeah I did actually.. you didn't say anything explicitly about what went down that night did you?

[kodzuken] Kenma nah i didnt, figured it wasn't my place. i wanted to talk to you about it though

[you] what's up?

[kodzuken] Kenma i was wondering if i could take you out on a date? i'm still in LA for another week or two, are you busy saturday?

[you] not that i can remember.. but i'll have to check in with my manager.

[kodzuken] Kenma cool, just let me know i'll set something up :)

You still thought the tone in which he said he had an 'incredible night' was weird, so you knew not to forget to bring it up whenever you two eventually went out on Saturday.

And you knew you had nothing going on this Saturday, it was one of your only free days this week. Courtesy of your agent and manager who decided you deserved the weekend off after months on end of promotions and filming, not only on set, but commercials and interviews too.

You laid your back on the couch, gazing at your too-white ceiling. You took a deep breath in as the blue sky was in the corner of your eye, the light shining through your living room was natural, a gift from the sun.

And you couldn't help the smile that was forming on your face after replaying Kenma's texts in your head, how he ever so causally asked you out on a date. Being gentleman enough to set something up for the two of you, and hopefully it wasn’t a scheme to use you for your fame.

You hoped he genuinely wanted to get to know you, not the you who had countless billboard ads across the country. Not the you who was an Emmy nominee off of her acting debut, the you who modeled for high-fashion brands, and the you who went viral every other week,

But the you who liked sitting in a moving car just for the sake of going on a drive, the you who liked going to countless museums and admiring the artwork of the talented individuals. The you who posted on your instagram story of you trying out cafes in different cities, the you who had a genuine passion for acting and who decided to audition for the role of the lifetime.

And you decided then that you wouldn’t want Kenma if he didn't want to get to know the real you. After your interaction with Kenma last night, you hoped he understood that you were interested in getting to know Kenma. Not just the Kodzuken everyone ‘seemed’ to know.