♡ Timeskip!Kenma x reader
♡ Warnings: Smut, fingering, afab!reader, lowkey exhibitionism??? (but not rlly)
It was movie night at Kenma’s and your house. For the duration of your long relationship, you had made it a monthly ritual to hang out with friends and watch a movie. Of course, at the beginning of your relationship, Kenma hadn’t been too thrilled by the idea of giving up his space, but he secretly had come to enjoy the time spent with company. The two of you usually hosted, as you had the nicest of your friends’ houses (thanks primarily to your boyfriend’s cushy job), and tonight was no exception.
Kuroo was sprawled out in a chair with a fresh bowl of buttered popcorn in his hand; he had insisted on bringing along Bokuto, who sat in an identical chair right across from him, eyes preoccupied with viewing the footage of the latest MSBY game on his phone. It was just the four of you tonight. Not a huge gathering, which you and Kenma appreciated, but enough to satisfy that itch to socialize. With the two chairs taken, it left you and your boyfriend to curl up on the couch.
On good days, there was a certain new movie everyone wanted to see, and you all would establish plans beforehand to make sure that those plans came to fruition. Tonight was not one of those nights. Recently, there had been a shortage of interesting movies released in theatres and streaming platforms, making your lives more difficult regarding your habitual entertainment viewings.
You sighed and grabbed the remote to begin flipping through different movie titles, as you had done the month before, until you stopped on one that piqued everyone’s attention. It was a newer movie that none of the four of you had gotten around to seeing, but had heard intriguing aspects. It was a thriller, but what made it really become a box-office success was the sex scene that people were heavily praising. Being you, your social media pages were flooded with edits of said scene. Influencers with their reaction videos blew up everywhere, and people were already discussing how excited they were for the sequel. Of course, you weren’t entirely sure if Kuroo or Bokuto knew about this specific scene, as you doubted they would have been so eager to agree to watch. You were pretty confident they were most excited to see the explicit zombie deaths. Besides, their social media practically only consisted of volleyball and cute animal videos. However, you were positive that your sweet boyfriend had no idea.
Films weren’t his go-to media unless they were movies based on games. In those cases, he would film a reaction video either bashing the movie or hesitantly saying it wasn’t that bad (don’t get him started on the logistics of the Minecraft movie). Sure, he liked the occasional movie viewing when he was bored or after a long day, especially when that meant he was able to spend time with you, but he just wasn’t the most knowledgeable when it came to film culture and topical movies. Which is why you were sure he was completely clueless about what would ensue in the coming hours.
As you pressed the play button, you scooted closer to Kenma under the soft blanket and draped your legs over his lithe body. You shifted positions quite frequently during the first half of the film until settling practically in your boyfriend’s lap. For you, it was challenging to get comfortable and stay in one place for extended periods of time. You were also a bit anxious for this “highly acclaimed” scene.
The movie was quite good, you had to admit. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t hear more praise for the film itself. It seemed like everyone else was enjoying it as well. Bokuto had interrupted with his commentary only four times, which you swore was a record for him, and the other two were staring intently at the screen, or that’s what you assumed at least on Kenma’s part, as you couldn’t see behind you.
Then came the sex scene. You swore you felt the energy in the living room change. It was like all of you held your breaths, scared that if one of you made a sound, the scene would stop. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the arms wrapped snugly around your body from behind and how the breathing near your ear seemed to get heavier by a fraction. Soon, you felt the familiar pool of warmth between your legs. The male actor was just so attractive, and he was doing, quite literally, everything you liked; it was like the scene was specifically tailored for your enjoyment.
Your ever observant boyfriend felt you stiffen in his grasp and noticed how you bit your lip as you stared at the TV with lust-blown eyes. Your fingers curled slightly around the blanket on instinct, and the only thing that brought you out of your entrancement were the soft lips that began peppering your neck.
Kenma thought you smelled homey, nice, as he continued his work, ignoring how you shifted in his clutch. He could tell you were turned on, and he would be lying if he didn’t think it was hot that it was due to a simple film scene.
He bit down gently at this thought, in which you let out a startled gasp, fingers finding purchase in the fuzzy blanket once more. You looked around, worried that your other two party members had heard, but thankfully, they were too engrossed by the movie and their own fantasies to notice. Glancing behind, you attempted to lock eyes with your boyfriend in order to make sense of what was happening. Unfortunately, his attention was also on the screen.
His long hair was down, not tied up in the ponytail he usually wore for work. For a second, you forgot about the scene in front of you. The light from the screen reflected off his skin, dancing and making patterns. You thought he looked lovely, far hotter than any sex scene. You turned your body towards him to fully get a view as you reached up to caress his face, mesmerized by the way the flickering lighting cast shadows against his skin at your touch. Your hand movements got his attention, and he looked at you. He instantly blushed at the love-sick expression you wore. Kenma pulled you impossibly closer and lowered his head to slant his mouth over yours.
The kisses started slow and soft, and you could feel yourself melt into his body. It quickly picked up in pace and grew steamier; your lips felt like they were on fire. Moans cascaded from the actress on the TV behind you, and you arched into Kenma’s grasp from the overstimulation of everything going on. He groaned softly into you at the movement and broke the kiss. You pouted at the lack of sensation before your eyes widened. He maintained eye contact as he ran his fingers over you, starting at your chest and working down. His hands cupped your breasts and lightly squeezed, causing you to muffle your voice with the back of your hand. You reached out your arms to hold onto his shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself as his eyes flicked over you. His hands cascaded down your sides before settling on your hips. You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his next action.
His quiet yet commanding voice spoke next to your ear, and you immediately
lifted your hips. He hooked one of his fingers in your shorts and pulled them down, leaving your lower half bare in just a pair of underwear. Next, he spread your thighs so he could get access to your dripping cunt. Your eyes were round as you watched his hands disappear under you. This situation felt precarious and rather wrong. Sure, you had done some rather risqué things in your relationship, and your sex wasn’t all vanilla, but fucking while your friends were in the room? That was unexplored territory for the two of you. The worst part? You were immensely turned on by the situation.
Your mouth was open as soon as you felt his fingers on your panties, briefly applying pressure to your clit. His previously concentrated expression gave way to a sadistic smile as he felt how wet you were. He chewed on his lip and locked eyes with you as he rubbed you some more through the thin material. You were taking anything you could get; any form of friction was satisfying and alleviated the throbbing in your cunt.
You panted as your nails dug into his shoulders. Kenma was getting impatient as well. His dick twitched in his pants as he wasted no time moving your laced underwear to the side, seeing your drenched pussy.
His fingers played with your clit some more, freely able to use your wetness as lube. He trekked his way to your tight entrance and teased it by inserting the tiniest tip of his finger while his other hand went back to pleasuring your bundle of nerves. You moaned softly, as you didn’t want your friends to hear, and your boyfriend gave you a pointed look. Freeing one of his hands, he pulled your face close to him, tilting it slightly.
“Are you going to be quiet for me?” Kenma asked, his breath tickling your ear. You nodded vehemently; you would practically say anything in order to gain some relief. The corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly at your response, and he fully inserted two of his fingers without warning, stretching your tightness. You’re pretty sure you blacked out for a second at the initial intrusion, but the hand holding your chin up from falling onto his chest brought you back to reality. You looked up to see his golden eyes watching you from above, like you were the only thing worth staring at. Gosh, he thought you looked so good. With your cheeks pink, hair askew, and mouth agape, he could have sworn he was in Heaven.
His hand pumped leisurely, and your cunt practically sucked him in every time. This was going to be a lot more challenging than you thought. You were practically stifling moans every couple of seconds as he scissored his fingers again and again. Usually, you were grateful for the fact that your boyfriend literally gamed as a profession and therefore acquired “gaming hands”, but today you were cursing them for putting you in such a difficult position. His fingers pumped inside of you: slowly at first, but then he would suddenly speed up, causing you to close your eyes in pleasure. Then, the flicking of his wrist would lighten up, letting you get in a couple of breaths before repeating the process.
His long, slender fingers soon found the spot that had you seeing stars, and you almost screamed in frustration from not being able to make a sound. The unwarranted speeding up of his fingers was getting too much for you; you had to find a way to distract him. You leaned in to teeth at his collarbone, and his breath hitched. Unfortunately for you, this had the opposite effect on him, and he only sped up. You whined, upping your game by kissing the sweet spot on his neck. This time, his movements stuttered briefly, but it wasn’t enough. Your mouth on his neck, feeling your tightness between his fingers, and your resolve to stay as quiet as possible was too much for Kenma. His hard-on ached, and he let out a low grunt. Sucking more on his neck, you doubled down on his sweet spot, applying more pressure.
You wanted to break him a little, to have him make more pretty sounds, which is what led you to palm his clothed length. He couldn’t help but whine at the sensation as you continued your aggressions. His sensitive tip was leaking at this point, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his moans if you continued. Fuck, you were going to be the death of him. With his free hand, he grabbed your wrist, redirecting it to be placed in his hair. He was still pumping inside of you, and you tugged his dark hair into a makeshift ponytail in order to let off some steam.
You were getting close at this point. He could tell by how your thighs were clenching periodically and how your eyes seemed to form hearts at every flick of his wrist. By now, your hips were rocking in tandem with his fingers…slowly, as you didn’t want Kuroo or Bokuto to become aware of your antics. Kenma kept a steady pace as you lightly panted and pulled on his locks. Soon, it was all you could do not to moan out loud.
“Mmph..I’m close, K-Kenma,” you semi-sobbed, head resting on his shoulder.
“Shhh…I know pretty girl, I know. Keep it up, you’re doing so well,” He brushed the hair from your face, staring down at your contorted expression as tears started rolling down your cheeks from a mixture of pleasure and frustration. He figured he’d be sweet today and kept his words praising. Not to mention, he was at the mercy of your flushed face every time he egged you on. Usually, he would have teased some more, had you begging him to give you some relief, but he justified his niceties by you attempting to be as quiet as possible, which is hard when you’ve been with your boyfriend who knows you literally inside and out for so long. It doesn’t take long to finish when you know where to touch.
Kenma wasn’t a monster, but maybe next time you two got caught up in the moment, he would up the stakes to see how much you could handle.
You heard the actress on the screen yelp as she finished, and you swore that if you could be loud in this moment, you would be screaming as well. You bit down on your boyfriend’s shirt and clawed at his body. The hand that wasn’t deep in your pussy stroke your back in a soothing manner as your eyes closed from concentration. Kenma leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck right below your jaw was your final straw. Your boyfriend quickly noticed and grabbed the blanket shielding the two of you to shove it into your mouth. It muffled some, but you still audibly whined and whimpered uncontrollably as juices coated Kenma’s hands. Your thighs shook as he slowed down his movements to elongate your release. He removed his fingers once your orgasm finished and licked them clean, all while you stared up at him with a hazy look in your eyes.
“You did so well,” He purred into your ear, making you blush a little at the praise. He helped you readjust your panties and shorts before you sat comfortably on his lap, enjoying the last half-hour of the film. Luckily this was enough time for his dick to soften, and you both got up to thank Kuroo and Bokuto for coming. Ushering them out the door, you two were finally alone. Kenma was already sitting back on the couch, exiting out of the movie by the time you had finished locking up the house. You walked over to him until you were standing directly between his legs. He looked up at you nervously as you looked at him through your eyelashes. He swallowed and blinked at your sly expression before asking a timid, “What’s up?”
You leaned over him, pressing down on his dick print while your other hand went to his throat. “You didn’t think we were done, did you? I still need to return the favor~.”
Author's Note: Hi guys! This is my FIRST fic, and I'm just starting out this account! Please let me know if you have constructive criticism, as I will gladly take it in order to improve! This fic was EXTREMELY self-indulgent...I will probably focus on writing for Kenma in the future, but I'm totally open to headcanons/thirsts/ideas on other characters. Just reach out. It might be on a case-by-case basis, but I aim to please! I hope this doesn't suck, and I can't wait to write in the future. -xoxo Aqua
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