Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.
Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.
Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever discounts, who was already saving up.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.
Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".
୨ৎ kozume kenma had been glued to his screen all afternoon. the glow of the monitor painted his face in pale blue as he navigated another level with near-religious focus.
“ken” you pout, approaching his gaming . he hums, acknowledging you, but not looking in your direction. “i kind of… need you” you mutter shyly, hands laying on his shoulders. “need…? oh” he snorts and leans back on his chair. “come sit on my lap, baby” he pats his thigh before taking his hand on the controller again. you huff, yet you oblige. your legs straddle his lap, and you start kissing his neck. kenma tilts his head slightly, just enough so you can press wet, open-mouthed kisses on his skin. you suck on his neck, leaving red marks that will eventually disappear. your hips start gliding against him, his half hard dick pressing against your thigh as your hands fist the fabric of his shirt.
“that’s enough sweetheart, sit on it” he whispers, patting your hip. you hum, lifting your hips to lower his pants and free his dick with a low pop. you lick your lower lip and align yourself with it, kenma still with the controller in his hand. you sink down slowly, coaxing a sigh of pleasure when you have him fully inside. you’re going to move when he rests his chin on your shoulder, arms tightening on each side of your hips as he rests the dualshock on your butt. “be quiet, i can’t lose” he mutters, and your breath hitches in your throat. your pulse quickens and your nails dig into his biceps. the heat in the room increases and you feel his cock twitching inside you. “w-what?” you look at him, arched eyebrow and glossy eyes. “you wanted my dick, you never said you want to fuck it” he shrugs, leaning against his gaming chair. he doesn’t even looks at you, just at the screen as your thighs tremble against his skin. you bite your lower lip, the hunger in your eyes only fuels at his casual demeanour despite being inside you. you start kissing his neck. it’s rough and messy. seeking attention from him as the heat pools low in your stomach, craving to move. when he shifts in his chair, the faintest move coaxes a moan from you and sends a jolt through your body. you sob against his shoulder, your walls sucking his dick and clenching around him, yearning for movement. you’re dripping on his , your juices running down his balls just as your tears run down his chest. “shh, you can take it, baby” he whispers and kisses your crown. “please, ken” your voice breaks, and he grins. he jerks his hips up, and your loud gasp fills the room. “told you to stay quiet” kenma arches an eyebrow, but you’re already a trembling mess, moving your hips to look for more.
“do that again, ken, please” you whine, hips rocking against his unsteadily. “cum around me, okay? just by touching your clit” he says casually as his grip on your hips tightens again, forbidding you to move. when you do so and finally reach your climax, he groans. your walls clench around him and your back arches. kenma stiffens when you bite his neck, the feeling of the mess of your arousal soaking him are enough to make him rock his hips against yours. “y—yes, ken! shit, finally” you whine, tears pooling in your eyes. “get ready, sweetheart. you earned it”
𝜗ৎ Kenma absolutely hates public display of affection. Which is why Kuroo and his girlfriend are getting on his last nerves... But can a kiss between you change his mind?
♥︎ part 1: Kissing isn't that bad
wc: 4.1k
Tags: fem!reader x timeskip!Kenma, college au
cw: fingering, p in v, cursing, makeshift vibrator (kenma loves his controllers), dirty talk (kind of. kenma's pretty blunt lol), creampie, public sex (kuroo's in the same room and oblivious oops), virginity loss
a/n: thank you so much for everyone's kind words these past few weeks, it truly means a lot to me ♡ I tried to write for this whenever I had the time, so im sorry if its not exactly the best. (had no idea writing about a controller being a vibrator would be so difficult lol).
❀ all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (credit to @/Freaka_LoonyZ for the middle picture!)
Kenma was the quiet type: His thoughts consistently buried within the depths of his prefrontal cortex, displayed only when a tactical explanation was needed for a win. And truthfully, the idea of intimacy was no different to Kozume — the years of consumed pornography, whether from the bookshelf of Kuroo’s apartment or the glow of his screen, was nothing more than an object of studious ventures. Sure, his hand wrapped along the base of his shaft felt fucking amazing… but it was the twitch in the woman’s lip, the goosebumps formed along a stretch of skin that indicated their partners bliss. The true win of intercourse.
Though, Kenma had never touched a woman.
Most often his fantasies were just… well, fantasies. Especially when it came to you. He had eyed you in class; observed the way the strap of your tank drooped each time you leaned forward. It was almost perfect, how close it was to exposing the top half of your breast. And like always, you would hoist it up, giving a sheepish smile to the boy who had just spent the past thirty seconds visualizing how perky your boobs must be under all the fabric.
Fuck — maybe he shouldn’t have been so eager to accept your advances in teaching. Because in full honesty, Kenma wasn’t a huge fan of lips. All they ever did was ramble. And kissing? Absolutely not; that activity always looked diabolical. Besides, his first (and last) smooch had inevitably ended in a split lip and a chipped tooth.
But you were good: Maven, even. The way your lips caressed his, teeth tugged against the pout of his lower lip whenever your tongues would break from their dance. And your underwear, which was utterly soaked from the friction of his clothed dick, enhanced every desire to lose his virginity with his best friend laid on the fucking floor.
Still, the rush of blood couldn’t truly rid Kenma of his jitters: Sure, the feeling of his tip swiping the cotton of his sweats with each drag of his hips was heavenly, but was it really having an effect on you? God, it was as if his years of studious intrigue meant zilch. The close-ups of recorded intimacy nothing more than just a pastime to masturbate. Because who was he kidding? No amount of porn could’ve prepared him for this; he had never used his tongue on a woman, never even laid a finger on their thigh. So how the fuck was he supposed to leave you satisfied — back arched, legs twitched with overstimulation, and a flurry of whimpers hidden by each other’s mouths.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t the time to be nervous: Any more floods of perturbation through his veins and he was sure to go soft (a catastrophic blow to his already lacking confidence).
Realistically, if he didn’t want an inadequate performance to cloud your judgement, the only thing left to do was figure it out. And how different could it be from volleyball? From the strategic games exhibited on his PC? They all required observation. And this — this certainly would too.
His right hand released its clutch near your head, fingers trailing to the waistband of your shorts while his left forearm maintained his hovered weight. “Hmph,” he tugged his lips away, fully prepared to latch onto the exposed bone of your collar when he felt your body shift. At first, he took it as a comfort adjustment; until your fingers trailed over his.
Wait, were you wanting him to stop?
Fuck, maybe Kozume was getting too ahead of himself. He wasn’t aware of your thoughts, your notion of being sprawled naked and pleased while Kuroo snores on the air mattress. Besides, he was a virgin. And you taking his virginity seemed almost… important.
“Sorry, I can stop.” He tugged his head away, narrowed gaze shamefully directed to the tip of your right ear. What a fucking idiot… the least he could do was meet your eyes, but even that remained a hopeless venture.
You, however, were utterly confused. The position of your fingers was merely to direct his hand inwards; a subtle action to give him the greenlight to progress further. But it appeared Kozume was dense in those kinds of antics. Which, honestly, you should’ve guessed — it only took you six excruciating months to get him to talk to you in math. “Kenma,” his eyes stayed stationed away from yours; torso leaned upwards to create a respectable distance. “I was directing your hand… inside.”
Now that caught his attention. “Inside?”
“Yeah, like… y’know to my,” you scrunched your nose, eyes clasped together to disregard Kenma’s newfound inquisitive wonder. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Oh.”
Oh? You basically just confessed months of sexual desire towards your friend, and all he could muster up was some neutral expression? There was no excitement to his tone, no waver of joy. Just pure… meh.
But what was worse? His next statement. “Y/n, grab the controller.”
Kozume had undoubtedly taken it upon himself to fully avert your declaration of yearning — opting to transition the tension between you towards the characters on screen. I mean, it was humiliating in itself to have his response be so impartial. But to re-direct your previous heated makeout session to Kole spilling his love for Mira? That was a whole new fucking low for you.
Maybe you had come off too strong. Or maybe Kenma’s titillated attitude was merely for educational purposes. Either way, your long-time fantasy of seeing Kozume falter beneath you had been crushed in an instant; a painful and tragic demise to any hope of reciprocated admiration. Yet there was nothing you could do except oblige. Forcing a conversation from Kenma was like pulling teeth, and there was no way in hell you’d have such a pressing discussion with Kuroo earshot to it all.
“Here.” Your fingers crept to your left, grabbing the forgotten controller near Kenma’s knee before planting it in his hand. And, of course, Kozume took no time in exiting the game you had so eagerly suggested. After all, he was a strategic player — a game with romance entwined was nothing more than an irritant.
It wasn’t until you tried to prop back up that things began to get confusing. Kenma, who had his eyesight still fixated on the settings, sprawled his palm across your reddened chest, pushing lightly till your previous position had been acquired. “Stay.”
Your furrowed brows pointed upwards toward Kozume, watching as his tongue pointed out; a small habit he always did whenever he’d deemed it necessary to focus on a task. But despite his sharp attention, the end of his finger danced almost absentmindedly around the thumbstick, the vibration of the once idle controller changing intensity with each swipe.
It was odd — how long the process was taking. Usually he was precise with his set-up, opting to keep the controls in a routine metric. His gameplays, especially in regard to Monster Hunter, was something he took quite seriously: A small tweak in something as simple as the vibration could absolutely throw him off.
So why was he messing with it?
“Y/n, are you sure?” You hummed in response, a puzzled expression still directed at the boy above you. Because initially, his query didn’t raise any flags; but how could it? It seemed as though the setter had already chosen his path, the infinitesimal choice leading to the outcome of ‘unrequited romance’ (or in your case, humiliation).
To Kenma, however, this was his chance to get consent. Yes, you had admitted your lust, revealed the fact that you desperately wanted his hands in your shorts. But he needed validation — another acceptance to this outcome. Because this butterfly effect was one you two wouldn’t come back from: The basis of friendship turned to a distant memory. For fuck’s sake his dick would be inside you. There was no way you would look at him the same after that.
So, while friendship would be patently out of question, the only issue that remained was how you’d view him in the future. You could leave him, pretend he doesn’t exist. Maybe even sit in the front row of math just to avoid his lingered gaze. Or maybe — just maybe… you two could become more. Something he wasn’t opposed to.
“Am I sure about,” your brow raised. “If the settings look good? I mean, it’s you who has a weird obsession with your controller metrics.”
He shook his head, his free hand hooking a pointer underneath the waistband of your shorts. “No,” but his continuation wasn’t particularly needed. With the way he tugged the hem of your underwear, gaze flickered to the damp spot soaked in between your legs, it wasn’t exactly hard to put two and two together. “Are you sure… about this.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Your brain almost went haywire, the pulse of your heartbeat surely prevalent through the thick of your shorts. Of course you wanted this. It was no doubt that you had fantasized about Kenma since the moment you laid eyes on him. Honestly, most weeks were spent strategizing, working tirelessly just to get to the point of mutual conversations.
For crying out loud, you had to beg Kuroo for help — someone you didn’t even know. The poor middle blocker, confused and completely caught off guard, had to discuss his friend with a total stranger after class. Not to mention get threatened: You’d be damned if your confession had gotten out.
“I’m sure.”
Kozume’s head tugged backwards, irises fixated on your face for any sign of hesitancy: Your lips were visibly swollen, eyes glossed from the constant tug and pull of his hips. And your cheeks? God, they were the cutest shade of pink he had ever seen. But that was it: there was no vacillation. At least, not any he could decipher.
So, he accepted it; the fate of this massive decision. His curled fingers dragged the fabric downwards, following the curve of your ass as you lifted your hips in assistance. And before he knew it, there you were, in front of him…. unclothed from the waist down.
Frankly, any form of words would be an understatement to how fucking incredible this moment was. Even Kuroo, his unspoken and horrid wingman, would call this story a fib. His introverted friend saw a pussy in person? Nonetheless yours? Yeah, it had to have been a wet dream.
His middle digit dragged back up, the pad of his fingerprint pressing lightly between your folds. And holy shit he could’ve cum right then and there; the feeling of your skin was so soft… so wet. His tented dick twitched in anticipation, the curve of his finger drawling lazily against your cunt to continue the overwhelming sensation of dopamine in his nucleus accumbens. Though to you, the rush of adrenaline wasn’t quite as satisfactory as his; the enjoyment of this explicit act overshadowed with edge. Kozume may not have known it, but his touch was featherlike, the swiping of his middle finger causing a twitch of eagerness in your inner thigh. It was almost cruel, how much of a tease his digit gave with each skim against your entrance.
“Kenma,” your legs tensed as he drawled another swipe. “Please.” His head tilted at your plea, eyes of bemusement glinted by the glow of his PC. “More. Push more.” He huffed in acknowledgment, the press of his finger tightening until his medial phalanx urged its way into your tissue.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the walls around his finger clenching hard until it elicited a grunt from the depths of the boy's throat. “Oh shit you’re tight.”
It was insane, how warm and gooey the inside of you was. There were no comparisons to it. The way your textured walls contracted with every thrust of his finger. It was as if your body didn’t want him to part — to rid itself from the pleasure of his middle finger grazed along your insides. And, honestly, he didn’t want to either. I mean, this had to be what paradise felt like. And who in their right mind would’ve wanted to free themself from that?
You whimpered at his achingly slow pace, shifting your hips with each push of his hand to create a harder friction between your legs. God he was killing you. It was like with each thrust, the pressure in your abdomen would swell, the notion of an orgasm becoming clearer with the length of his finger. But just as soon as it appeared, it would disappear — dissolve into nothing but a cry of pain and sheer anger.
So, once the setter delved back in, his languid thrust pushing closer to your cervix, did you grab his wrist. “Curl it.” His middle digit curled in an instant, creating a small u-shape until his fingerpad pressed against something softer, something almost differed in texture and swollen. “Mmmph…” You whimpered at the abrupt pressure against your g-spot; your back arched and head lifted to watch as the timorous setter finally found his footing. “J-just like t-that, yeah.” Your praise was broken, an earful of stutters conjured from your attempt to suppress the moans that threatened to rupture. But Kenma didn’t notice — his eyes too focused on your body: The way you twitched and stirred so prettily beneath him.
And he couldn’t stop; couldn’t change speed or tighten the curl of his finger. Because it was amazing, the way his slow, deliberate thrusts created such a wild look in your eyes. Fuck, you looked as though you were on the verge of tears. Or maybe it was the verge of death threats towards the leisured gamer. Nonetheless, he didn’t quite want it to end.
But you were impatient: Needy. Your hips buckled upwards, urging Kenma to amplify his pressure. “You want more?” You nodded at his blunt query. “Then be louder.”
Did he just say… louder? No, surely you didn’t hear him right — not with his friend just a few feet away.
Yet, with each fleeting second of hidden grunts and suppressed sighs, the harder he thrusted. He was practically begging for a reaction. Because truthfully, at this point, he didn’t care if Kuroo awoke from your broken whimpers. Those noises — those cute whines and pitched moans were from him.
And he’d be damned if he didn’t get to listen.
His knees shifted between your thighs, spreading your legs further until an ache spiraled to your hips. It was a precipitous action — one Kenma didn’t give much thought to in response to flexibility. But did he really care? No. Your glistened cunt wrapped snug around his finger was all the reward he intended.
“I thought I said to be louder,” his gaze stayed locked on your body, the occasional drop of eyeline catching sight of the dampened sheets pressed taut underneath you. “Or did you not want me to follow your pace?”
You opened your mouth, prepared to rebut his initial order of vocalization to keep from the ignominy of Kuroo’s awakening, but before you could respond — before you could acknowledge his request, Kozume did the unthinkable: The motorized controller, still held in his left hand, lowered, the edge of the plastic reaching downwards till it pressed against your small bundle of nerves.
“Ohmyfuckinggod.” The sensation was alacritous; flickers of vibrations against your clit sparking a surge of flutters deep within your abdomen. “K-kenma how did… nghhh fuck.” Realistically it wasn’t the craziest in terms of intensity, the pulse of the controller lightweight in comparison to toys. Yet the newfound feeling, accompanied with the consistent edge of Kozume’s fingers, had become a beacon to your unraveling. Which sadly meant your dignity had turned to a losing battle; the string of noises once hidden by loud breaths and sharp inhales overridden by tumultuous moans.
But your loss was inevitable. Especially when it came to Kenma — the strategic leader in any field he participated in. So, you accepted your fate, opting to acknowledge the fact you had no control over any part of your body; because right now, you were engulfed in bliss. Your head raked backwards, both hands clenching the fabric of his comforter while your hips followed the drag of his finger.
“Damn. You’re really wet.” He noted.
And it was true: the squelch of your cunt echoing in the room during each thrust was evidence enough to showcase the pleasure he was achieving. Which meant Kenma needed to focus. He needed to keep his attention fixated on the shudders your leg provided, tallying how many seconds it took between every twitch until you’d cum. His tongue dipped out, a red sheen painted across his cheeks at his level of concentration towards your exposed lower half: Fuck it was so beautiful. So wet. And all fucking his in this moment.
His hips rutted upwards into the air, chasing some sort of friction to tackle the pulse of his erection. It was almost torture; the throb within his sweats, the ooze of pre-cum stained against his fabric, and the pure agony of watching your cunt weep over his finger instead of his dick.
Fuck — was it bad he’s counting down until you finish so he could sink within you? I mean, sure, he’d probably only last a few thrusts. But who gives a shit. Just a second of feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his cock would be greater than any victorious boss battle.
“Kenma — ohmygod — press the controller harder.” He obliged to your demand, forcing his palm forward until you gasped, hips rotating to let your slick coat the plastic, sliding the vibrations up and down to your liking. And his finger — still thrusting in those quick, curled motions was enough to let the knot coiled in your abdomen tighten. “Gonna,” your hands released their grasp on the comforter, finding their way to the wrists of the setter hovering in front of you. “Kenma… g-gonna — mmphh.” You couldn’t even finish your original statement before the pressure spilled open: Your legs twitched, lashes fluttering with the beat of your heart.
Kenma just made you cum… with his stupid controller.
What the fuck.
The setter huffed in exhaustion, slipping his digit out and placing the vibration of his device to the side of the bed. It was clear the poor boy was lacking in stamina (not sure from what workout… the boy barely moved his body); his shoulders slumped, head tilted and eyes lazily fixated on the swell of your clit. Really, there didn’t seem to be much room for sex with the way he held himself. Which meant you were fully prepared for the two of you to slip into an elated slumber — the uncomfortable conversation around these explicit acts paused until the morning. Well, until Kozume spoke back up. “Wanna get on top?”
“Huh?”
“If I’m on top, the bed will creak too much.” While that declaration was partially true; his decision seemed to teeter based more so on the notion of movement. With you fully in control, the most Kenma needed to do was guide you with his hands. An easy set-up for the tired gamer.
Plus, if he spilled too early, he could always just blame it on your profound technique in riding.
Though, you didn’t really give a fuck who was on top. All that mattered was the idea of Kozume deep within you, pounding against your walls until tears spilled: The driving factor in what allowed you to overcome the tightness of your muscles from the first orgasm. You crawled forward, following the boy who positioned himself neatly against his pillows, hands fumbling to get the waistband of his sweats down to his thighs.
And truthfully, you weren’t really sure what to expect. I mean, you had never really contemplated his size; nor did you ever contemplate the look. The remnants of imagined pleasure came from the idea of how good it would feel. So, when his cock sprang free, slapping taut against his stomach, did your mouth hang agape slightly. The 5 foot 10 inch setter was carrying something a bit… bigger… not to mention curved.
You leaned forwards, head tilted at the sight of a single vein protruded along the underside of his shaft, running upwards until it reached his reddened tip. It was crazy. How flushed the poor gamer was.
“Uh, why are you looking so intensely?”
You peered up, observing Kenma’s frowned expression towards your inquisitive stare (yeah, you probably shouldn’t have done that — weirdo). “Sorry.”
He huffed in response, reaching his palms outwards until it met the curve of your waist. And for a brief moment, Kenma had decidedly poured his last remaining energy into a single pull - tugging you closer until you hovered over his lap.
Your hand found its way below your body, the edge of your palm wrapping loosely around the base of his cock. He shuddered from the touch, hips bucking upwards to create a sliver of friction between each other’s skin. Yet… you hesitated: Your body stayed held, keeping Kenma’s dick distanced from your entrance.
You were eager, that was certain. But even with the rush of blood and heightened lust, there was this gnawing feeling; a sense of dread over the what-ifs. Not to mention Kozume’s lack of experience… surely he was a virgin.
And after all this time, did Kenma really want to experience his first moment of intimacy with Kuroo snoring on the floor?
“Kenma, are you—”
“Please,” Kozume’s voice broke softly around the edges. And, if you didn’t know any better, it almost seemed as though the setter was pleading. His cheeks were puffed out, narrowed eyes widened in need, and his lower lip was pushed forward. “I’m sure about this. Just,” the poor boy looked as though he was on the verge of a sob. “Hurry.”
His grip around your waist tightened, a soft gesture of assurance that he was in fact ready. You nodded at the setter beneath you, the lower half of your body sinking downwards until his swollen tip penetrated the first few centimeters of your walls. “Fuck.” Your tissue was gripping him like a vice, sucking the boy in greedily to elicit a rupture of groans from his throat. “Didn’t realize, fuckfuckfuck, you’d feel even tighter.” His indifferent demeanor had officially cracked. And badly. Even his grunts were growing louder, hips thrusting upwards from impatience towards your slow pace in taking him in fully.
Yet the quickened stretch was agonizing — his single digit wholeheartedly underpreparing you for what was stored in his pants. All the affliction did was cause a string of whimpers… but holy shit was he was going to lose it. Even his dick throbbed within you: a new wave of euphoria flickered from your warped expressions and pitched whines.
His hands grasped tighter at that revelation, allowing the supple of your skin to spill slightly between his fingers; an action that surely would present future bruises. But you ignored the dig of his nails, trailing your palms upwards until it pressed against his clothed chest, seeking comfort in his body once your pelvis connected with his.
Though the pain didn't diminish; the sting within your body prevalent even in stillness. So, you dragged in a deep breath, fingers curling into his hoodie before rutting your hips back upwards to set a slow pace.
“Wait, stop.” Kenma’s grasp was quick to tug you back down, a flurry of whimpers following suit of every exhale. Shit… was he changing his mind? No — that didn’t seem likely. Maybe you went too quick, your tightened tissue causing rough friction instead of pleasure. “Im going to cum if you keep moving.”
In hindsight, Kenma probably should’ve closed his eyes instead. Because the moment his eyeline made its way across you; flushed cheeks, wrinkled top, ass seeping through his fingers while your cunt fluttered around his cock, he came. “Fuck im so s-sorry i-i couldn’t,” his words were meshed with groans, hips bucking and thrusting through his own high as he throbbed within you, the thick of his seed painting your insides. “You felt too good… ohmygod. Next time… i’ll, nghh, last l-longer.”
Did he just say… next time?
You parted your mouth, a mountain of queries waiting at the tip of your tongue to be shared with the boy beneath you. Though it appeared his friend had beaten you to the punch, a pair of hazel eyes perked above the bedside. “I was going to remain silent, but I’m a little fucking annoyed. Didn’t I say not to do anything fun without me?”
n: the kenma lovers must be starving.. also i got hot wings, strawberry cheesecake, and some soda
the only light in kenma’s room is the cool blue glow of his dual monitors and the sharp, flickering rhythm of his handheld console. he’s slouching so low in his gaming chair that his chin is practically tucked into the collar of his oversized red hoodie, his bleached-blonde hair with those dark, blunt roots falling entirely forward to shield his face.
you’re sitting on the floor right beside his chair, leaning your back against his desk, quietly scrolling through your phone. you’ve been there for three hours without speaking a word, which is exactly how kenma prefers to socialize.
suddenly, the frantic clicking of his controller stops. the room goes quiet except for the hum of the PC tower.
“did you lose?” you ask, looking up.
kenma doesn’t answer right away. he lowers the console to his lap, his cat-like golden eyes shifting away from the screen to stare down at you. he looks small buried in his clothes, his expression completely flat, but his fingers are twitching against the plastic buttons.
“no,” he mutters, his voice a low, quiet murmur that he usually saves for when he’s completely exhausted. “the raid party is waiting for me to pull the boss.”
“then why did you stop?”
kenma reaches down, his cool, slender fingers gently catching a stray lock of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. his thumb brushes lightly against your cheekbone, the touch so careful and deliberate it makes your chest ache. “you shifted,” he says simply, leaning his head back against the headrest, his eyes never leaving yours. “your breathing changed. you’re bored. i can drop out and play a co-op game with you instead.”
"Don't let them hear you." Streamer! Kenma Kozume ⋆˚꩜｡
CW: softdom!kenma, P in V, SERIOUS. dick riding, creampie, light fiinger sucking, dirty talk, semi public risk( kenma on VC...)
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Word count: 2.3k
MDNI...
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of PC fans and the occasional click of mechanical keys. Kenma’s gaming setup took up most of the corner in your shared bedroom, a fortress of glowing monitors, RGB lights casting cool violet and cyan hues across the walls like digital moonlight. It was well past midnight now. The takeout containers from earlier sat forgotten on the desk, and the faint scent of his citrus body wash still lingered in the air from his shower hours ago.
He’d promised you his stream would wrap up by eleven.
That was two hours ago.
Kenma remained sat in his expensive gaming chair, posture loose and cat-like as always, the oversized black hoodie he favored worn on his shoulder. His hair was messy and slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it during intense moments in the game, and that sharp golden cat like eyes flicked between screens with a lazy focus. The headset sat comfortably over his ears while another players loud voice and a couple of the other guys in the voice chat argued about some new game meta in the background.
On your half, You’d been trying to be patient. really, you had. Curled up in bed scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to finally call it a night. But the longer you lay there in nothing but another one of his hoodie and a tiny pair of black laced panties with a pink bow on the front of them. the needier you got.. The more the hoodie smelled like him. and the ache between your thighs had only grown with every muffled laugh or quiet hum he made from the other side of the room.
So you decided to do something about it.
Bare feet silent padding against the cool floor, you padded over to his gaming chair, getting closer to him, heart fluttering with that familiar pounding excitement that rushed through your body. Kenma noticed you the second you entered his peripheral vision, his cat like gaze was on you instantly, a tiny lift tugged at his lips before he quickly turned back to his lit screen to mute his mic before talking to you.
“Hey… thought you’d be asleep already..” he murmured, voice low and slightly raspy after hours of quiet gaming commentary. You loved when his voice was like this, all low and dazed. Subconsciously you clenched your legs together at the thought of him close to your ear, mumbling about how wet you are as he used his fingers to graze in and out of your wet drooling cunt.
His free hand reached out to brush your thigh, a careful and casual gesture. You slightly flinched instnelyy, your excitement would practically be dripping from your skin if it could. You felt like he secretly knew what was waiting for him between your thighs. gently, his thumb stroked the bare skin just under the hem of his hoodie.
For now, you gave him your sweetest, most innocent grin.
“Missed you, KenKen.. You’ve been stuck in there forever.” The sweetness and warmth of your words draped from your throat and out of your lips to him.
He let out a soft sigh, almost a laugh if you listened close enough.
“One more round. Then I’m logging off. Promise.”
His words laced with a transparent promise you both knew that was a lie. One more “round” turnt into another and another time and time again, But that was fine! you had your own plans.
Without waiting, you moved in front of him, blocking a second of his view on his monitor and you climbed onto his lap, turning so your pressed flush together. your chest against his chest. Your legs draped over his thighs, spreading just enough. The moment your already hot and soaked, thin lace covered pussy made contact with the new found growing bulge in his grey sweatpants, Kenma’s breath hitched. You felt as he stiffened up in his seat.
“Baby…” he warned quietly, but his hand was already moving and sliding up under the hoodie you wore to rest just possessively on your hip, fingers warm against your skin. the statement small but bold.
“I’ll be good KenKen….” you whispered back, all innocent and sweet into the wide of his neck right to his ear, your warm breath grazing his skin. you even rolled your hips once, dragging your slick little wet cunt along the thick clothed line of cock. “They won’t even notice.” You whispered again, your voice faltering in a close hitch of a moan just a bit due to the effect of excitement washing over you.
Kenma ignored the slow feeling of the way your cunt dragged over his clothed thick hard cock, he can already feel the wet spot you were leaving from your wetness over his erection. He unmuted his mic quickly, jumping back into the conversation like nothing was happening. “Sorry, What’d you say again?”
You bit your lip to hide your grin. It turnt you on knowing his little gaming friends beyond the screen didn’t know what you two were doing. It was as if things were just normal. This was going to be fun.
You moved to reach down between the tight space of both of your bodies, tugging his waistband down just enough for his pretty cock to spring free. Already rock hard, flushed dark red, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. You licked your lips at the sight. Wrapping your fingers around the thick length, warm and twitching in your touch, you gave one slow, teasing stroke before pulling your panties to the side. Adjusting yourself to levitate just enough above his lap to get him inside of you.
Feeling the fat headed tip that nudged against your soaked folds, catching at your tight entrance. You bite your lips to conceal a moan or a curse.. You sank down slowly, dragging it out, letting every thick inch stretch your greedy cunt open. Your walls fluttered around him as you took him deeper and deeper until your ass finally settled against his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside your dripping heat.
Kenma’s thighs tensed hard beneath you. His head tipped back for half a second, a shaky breath escaping before he forced himself to stay composed.
You stayed still for a few heartbeats… unmoving, every now and then you clenched around him on purpose.
His cock twitched violently inside you. His one hand still dug into your hip in warning, nails biting into soft skin.
“Behave will you?..” he mouthed against the shell of your ear, voice barely a whisper only you could hear. Even so quietly you could hear a slight rasp in his voice of desperation, Hot against your skin.
You turned your head and kissed the corner of his jaw, playful as ever. “Make me, hm?.”
You started rolling your hips in tiny, slow circles, barely noticeable from the outside, but enough for his thick cock to drag deliciously along your sensitive walls. Every little movement made more of your slick drip down his balls. The wet, obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in were barely hidden by the game audio and his friends’ voices.
Kenma’s voice stayed impressively calm on the call, but his other hand had completely abandoned the task at hand. His other hand finally slid up under your hoodie, his hand warm almost hot as he moved closer to your chest, cupping one tit and pinching your nipple until you had to bite your lip hard to stay quiet.
“Kenmaaa,” you whined softly, voice breathy. “S’ so deep… can feel you all the way in my tummy.”
He hissed through his teeth and quickly covered it with a fake cough for the mic. “Yeah, the new support character’s broken as hell.” He didn’t want to blow his cover yet. Didn’t wanna let anyone else hear how his girlfriend was sitting on his cock mid gaming round.
You smiled. Big, proud, and mischievously. You picked up the pace just a little, you did tiny bounces that made your ass jiggle, the sound reverberated through the room with the now combined sound of your ass clapping against his lap. His cock kissed your cervix with every roll, sending sparks shooting up your spine. Your pussy clenched and fluttered greedily around him, creaming on his length.
Kenma finally muted.
“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled low in your ear, the sudden roughness making your already sore and fluttering cunt throb harder around him.
“Can’t even wait ten minutes? Need my cock that bad?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, teasing and whiny. “Missed my boyfriend’s thick hard cock. You’ve been ignoring me all night for your silly game.”
He let out a breathless laugh that melted into a groan when you clenched again. “Not ignoring you now, am I?” His hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing slow, tight circles. “Look at you… dripping all over my lap like a needy little slut while my friends are right here.”
The filthy words from your usually quiet Kenma made your head spin. You moaned. Loud. louder than you intended, and he quickly pressed his hand over your mouth, two fingers slipping past your lips.
“Suck,” he ordered softly, still with the cadence of a command.
You obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers while you kept riding him in filthy little movements. Your pussy made wet, squelching noises every time you moved, your juices coating the thick base of his cock.
When he unmuted briefly to answer something, his voice was perfectly steady even with his cock buried deep in your cunt. The contrast made you even wetter.
He muted his mic again and shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth your saliva coating them good before pulling them out to use them to rub your clit faster. “You wanna cum, baby? Want me to fill this greedy little pussy while they’re still talking?”
“Yes! please, Ken-!” you whimpered into his neck, voice shaky and sweet. “Wanna cum on your cock S’ bad… you’re so deep.”
He groaned, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your shoulder, giving a hard loving bite to it. “Then shut up. Don’t let them hear what a cockslut you are for me.”
Kenma moved his hips slightly thrusting up to meet you, short, hard snaps that drove him impossibly deeper. The chair creaked softly holding and managing the weight of both of you. Your juices dripped down his balls onto the seat. You reached back, gripping his messy hair and tugging it as your orgasm built fast and sharp.
“Ken!- gonna!- gonna cum!-”
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”
His voice raspy as he hushed you, rubbing your clit perfectly, even picking up a pace and fucked up into you harder. You couldn’t handle it anymore, you breathed heavily and whined weakly, your pussy clamped down on him like a vice as you came. Thigh’s shaking, broken moans muffled against his palm. Your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, milking him.
Kenma cursed under his breath and kept thrusting through it. “Good girl… such a good fucking girl. Look at you creaming all over me.”
You were still trembling and leaking cum when he lifted you off his cock. You whined at the emptiness, He pulled the hoodie up and off of you. Leaving you completely naked on his lap, sitting on his cock.
His golden eyes were blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair even messier from your fingers. Such a fucking pretty sight.
“Ride me properly,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “And keep it down.”
You sank back down onto him instantly in one smooth glide, moaning at how deep he reached in this position once again. You started bouncing slow at first, then faster, your tits jiggling with every movement. Kenma leaned forward, latching onto one nipple and sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking while his hands gripped your ass, spreading you open.
The wet slap of skin together grew louder. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he groaned against your skin. “So wet and hot… made for me. Only me.” Possessive and needy words left him.
“Only you,” you panted and agree and submit to his words, a dizzy smile breaking through. “Even when your friends are listening.” You fit in a quick teasing retort.
Hearing your defiance he nipped your breast in warning, but you felt him throb harder inside you. He was close..
You kept riding him desperately, loving every filthy second. Your second orgasm was close and you began to throw yourself onto his stiff cock. Soon, an orgasm crashed over you.. when you weren’t looking he rubbed your clit again, but faster. The wet noises of your cunt filled the space, you cried out. Burying your face in his shoulder to muffle it as your cunt spasmed around him.
Kenma followed right behind you, hips snapping up as he spilled deep inside you. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock with every weak thrust. He groaned your name so softly it made your heart flutter.
You stayed like that for a long moment. His cock still buried in your cum-filled cunny, arms wrapped tight around you, face pressed to your chest.
Finally, he reached over and left the call without saying a word.
“Assholes can wait,” he mumbled, voice sleepy and satisfied.
You giggled, kissing his forehead. “Don’t wanna play anymore KenKen?”
He pinched your ass playfully. “You’re a nuisance..” His hands stroked gently up your back, the soft touch a sweet contrast to how hard he’d fucked you.
“Stay like this a little longer?”
You clenched around his softening cock, his sweet words even after sex had an effect on your body. “Only if you promise to fuck me again before bed. Properly this time. In the bed.” You made it clear to him of what you still wanted from the beginning of this anyways.
Kenma had a small smile now, a rare, soft, heart melting smile he saved only for you.
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