open mouth - kozume kenma
warnings: facefucking (m recieving), strap-ons, femdom, vibrators, cumming untouched.
a/n: i dont even have shit to say i hope someone likes this nonsense.
plot summary: kenma looks pretty w the strap in his mouth
It’s awkward, the gesture of having a cock in his mouth isn’t exactly what he imagined it to be. He never really imagines ending up in situations like this one though.
He watches you through lidded eyes as he lays between your legs, on all fours using his elbows to prop himself up while he wraps a hand around the plastic dick. He stares at it at first, easing himself off the tip before looking dumbfounded. It’s so fucking big, he can’t imagine how something of this size has ever fit inside of him before. He finds himself wanting to do a good job, though he knows it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter of course, because this is solely for your entertainment. Watching Kenma choke on your cock had been a relatively vested interest of yours ever since you regularly started fucking him with one. There was something terribly blissful about it, the kind of lust driven emotions that fueled you when you watch his tight hole stretch around something that would later end up in his belly. The same kind of filthy thoughts that entered your mind when you pressed on his stomach and you felt it.
Your clit twitches, swollen against the leather of the strap as you watch Kenma toy at it. Drunk off power, you thread your finger through his faux blonde locks, using your other hand to hit the tip of it the strap against his mouth. He lets you do as you please, obediently sticking his tongue out while he adjust the vibrator that was currently doing what you couldn’t. Your eyes roll black in pleasure, too turned on too think.
“So fucking pretty like this, baby,” your voice is lower than normally, not saccharine sweet like Kenma is used to. It leave his own cock to twitch between his thighs, feeling helpless “Can you open your mouth for me angel?,”
He does, like the good, and curious boy that he is. He sticks his tongue out far and relaxes his jaw and lets you slide the plastic head all over his mouth and tongue. It doesn’t feel bad but he isn’t used to the labor yet. He wonder how you do this for him. He finds your hand steadying the back of his head, slowly sinking the strap into his mouth.
Eventually, it leads into the back of his throat. You can’t take your eyes off of the visual of him like this. It’shumiliating, but you can see Kenmas body shiver as you do. You grip his hair, slowly easing your way into fucking his mouth. Each time you force yourself a little deeper, wondering if he’ll eventually end up tapping.
But he doesn’t. The sigh is pornographic, truly - watching Kenma choke on your plastic cock periodically looking at you through tear-stained lashes. He looks a fucking mess, thick lines of drool cover his mouth and chin. The sound of it hitting the back of his throat echoes through the whole room, and he moans through it. Each gasp for air is followed by a whimper, as he uses a freehand to fuck you with the vibrator that let out a gentle buzz.
He’s shivering. He’s so turned on by the situation and his eyes keeping seeking yours with approval. Seeing his slim face anc cheeks hollowed out like that is genuinely too fucking much.
Your thighs are sticky, and so is Kenmas cheeks throat. Slick glistens down the column of his neck while he bobs his head.
It’s overwhelming, watching him cry and choke on your cock. He does it with such enthusiasm, his face and tips of his ears burning with arousal. He is all nerves and sensitivity.
“Look so pretty choking on my dick like that baby,” you say with a breathy laugh, truthfully nearing your own orgasm. “You take it in your throat like a champ you know? Maybe your Miss should throat train you for fun,”
What even you can’t predict is the moan that’s proceeded with Kenma cumming untouched on the linen bedsheets. Your eyes widen as your own orgasm crashes into you, preventing you form thinking clearly as you pull Kenma off and quickly reach to turn the vibrator off and pull it out. He immediately falls forward, crashing his face in your thigh before twitching.
“My god,” you breath out, reaching a hand to card through his hair as you watch his petite body tremble “Glad you liked it so much,”
Kenma whines at that, hiccuping a few times at the intense rush of pleasure that was now giving him a litle too much clarity. He grumbles, and in true Kenma fashion only clings closer to you.
“Shuddup,” is all he can manage out, stretching his arms out and silently telling you to carry him. You chuckle but oblige, wrapping him up in your arms before softly massaging his jaw.
He flinches at that and you laugh, reminding yourself to be more careful next time.
