In conjunction with @millenialfanfictionaddiction, we present:
Please Me series! A collaboration of Fem! Dom Readers paired with Haikyuu characters
Edit: This series has dropped, check out the Please Me Masterlist
Each day this week, we will introduce a part of the series as well as their characters! The series will drop Monday August 9th! Every Monday we will post a new batch of characters and stories! If you would like to be included on the taglist for a group of stories or the series, please feel free to reach out!
This first week will focus on guilty pleasures with Kenma and Tendo. My contribution to Please Me: Guilty Pleasures is...
Kenma’s Kink
You and Kenma don’t have a typical relationship, often meeting in hotels to have sex random times throughout the week. You know what he likes and he knows what you like. It’s the perfect relationship.
HI OMG I SAW THAT YOU WHERE HOLDING AN EVENT AND RAN TO YOUR ASK AAAAAAAAAAAA congratulations for your milestone!! you deserve it and more muah muah! anyway, or the event, i'll pick 🌻 and the last song that i listened to is [brown eyes by destiny's child]!! congratulations again!! currently sending lots of love and kisses <33
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kenma from ㅡgiving you hugs
he walks up behind you quietly like a cat as he puts his chin on top of your shoulder. he doesn't touch you. his hands are shoved inside the pockets of his sweater. kenma isn't really the type to show affection publicly so this gesture alone is already a huge step up for him. he murmurs words to you asking how your day went or has he kept you waiting for him. you can feel his warm breath fanning against the exposed skin on your neck making you shiver. you look at him his face inches away from you only to realize that he has his eyes on you the whole time.
omg anon i was about to close the event when i saw your ask! your timing is perfect :D also i can feel your energy please im laughing lmaooo anddd the song is giving nostalgiaaa aahhhh anyway i hope you enjoy this and thank your for joining the event! ♡
Please Me: Kenma’s Kink
Pairing: Sub!Kenma x DomFem!Reader
Summary: You and Kenma don’t have a typical relationship, often meeting in hotels to have sex random times throughout the week. You know what he likes and he knows what you like. It’s the perfect relationship.
Content: Cross-dressing, Oral (f m receiving), fingering, anal fingering, sex toys (vibrator, cock ring, dildo), pegging, use of a safe word, penetrative sex
Word Count: ~ 6,000
A/N: It’s here!! It’s finally here!! I would love to hear your feedback on this one! And please don’t forget to check out @millenialfanfictionaddiction and her story with Tendo! You can reach it from the Please Me Series Masterlist
You looked at the text message once more before putting your phone back down. He wasn’t late. Kenma wasn’t often late anyway. He still had nearly ten minutes, but you were nervous since it had been so long since you’d seen him.
You looked out the window and noticed that familiar head of hair hanging low as he walked through the door to the café. Standing up, you waved to him as he walked in. It was a slightly unnecessary move considering you both always sat in the same spot, but you were struggling to contain your excitement. He nodded his head to you and made his way over.
“Your hair is shorter.” He smiled as he sat down in front of you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “I like it.”
“Yeah, I cut it for the summer. It’s always too hot.” You laughed, brushing through the bottom strands lightly. “I see yours is still growing.”
“Yeah.” He laughed, his hand moving to the small bun he had in the back loosely holding half his hair up.
“You going to see how long you can go?”
“Maybe.” It was silent for a little. Not because you both felt uncomfortable. It was actually the opposite. Silence between you two was quite common and really comfortable. Kenma never felt the need to fill silence and you both had a weird way of watching people and learning about them that way. You watched him with a small smile, only now realizing just how much you missed him.
“You going to tell me why you haven’t called me for so long, A.P?” You took a sip from your coffee and he smiled at the nickname. Before he could say anything, you put your hand up to stop him from speaking. “Hold that thought. Let me get you a drink first.”
“I can get it.”
“My treat.” You grabbed your wallet and stood up. “You still like the same thing?”
He nodded and you went back up to the barista to order, smiling to yourself. Your relationship with Kenma was probably quite strange to a lot of people. You would call yourself Friends with Benefits, but with a heavy emphasis on friends. At least you thought so. You’d had plenty of Friends with Benefits relationships before, but none like the one you had with Kenma.
Initially, you had first met through a chat forum on a BDSM website you were both a part of. Both being into the same things, Kenma was actually the first person to message, starting up a conversation, and when you realized you both lived near each other, you decided to meet up and everything sort of fell into place after that.
The café was always the first meeting, just to hang out and catch up. Afterwards you would head to the hotel down the road. Today was a bit different considering you had a tight schedule with classes so you both would have to wait, but considering you hadn’t seen him for so long, it was a nice chance to catch up before Thursday.
When Thursday finally came, you both were stepping into the hotel room and you made your way to the bathroom to wash up. Most of the time, when you planned these meetings, you were the one working to get Kenma off first before he worked on you. Occasionally there were slightly less planned meetings where he grabbed you, bringing you to orgasm before either one of you even removed your clothing.
This time you were sure that he was getting it first and you unpacked your robe from your backpack as you dried off your legs. It was a lot easier to move around and keep things moving when you didn’t have to worry about clothes getting in the way. Besides, you loved the robe. It was a gift from Kenma earlier on in your “relationship”.
You stepped out of the bathroom and saw that he was changed. The bottom crease of his butt hung out under the skirt of the little blue maid costume as he bent over to put his clothes back in his backpack. You quietly crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and he smiled, looking over to you before leaning in slightly for a kiss.
“You look pretty.” You cooed into his ear as you ran your hands up his chest. You knew how much Kenma loved the feeling of the silky fabric against his skin and the more you touched him, tracing your fingers gently over his hardened nipples, the more his breath caught, leaving him sighing lightly into the air. “How does that feel?”
“Mmm.” His head rested back on your shoulder as your hands went under the front of his skirt, tickling over his cock as it slowly stiffened under your fingers.
“Did you miss me?” You bit your lip, holding him closer to your body and he nodded, his eyes closed and mouth open as you slowly stroked his full length.
Kenma was groaning quietly, his hand was moving up and down your thigh as he focused on the pleasure of your hands on him. You were beginning to think that this wasn’t going to last as long as you thought it would.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” You pulled away from him and his eyes shot open, following you as you ran to your backpack and pulled out a box. “I got you something.”
“You got me something?” He took the small silver box from you and sat on the bed. You could tell he was surprised, but you could also see him trying to hold back a smile at the interest of what was inside. He gently untied the thick, silver ribbon and pulled the lid off the box.
“Think of it as a 500-day anniversary present.” When you got his text message the other day, you couldn’t contain your excitement and ran to the store to get something for him. You asked the employee to giftwrap it knowing Kenma loved those kinds of things.
He moved the tissue paper out of the way and smiled when he saw what was inside, his eyes moving quickly to yours then back to the gift. His fingers gently caught the edge of the black, lacy fabric as he lifted it from the box. It was a relatively simple basque. Kenma tended to go for black and lacy so you stuck with that. The front design was where it shined though. So many intricate details in the delicate fabric that you knew would look great on him. Not to mention, he liked small details like that.
“You don’t have to wear it today, I just wanted to make sure I gave it to you.”
“Are you kidding?” He continued digging in the box, noticing the thigh-high stockings at the bottom. “Of course I’m going to wear it today.”
He stood up quickly from the bed and made his way to the bathroom with the lingerie. You smiled as you laid down on the bed waiting for him. In the beginning, Kenma was kind of shy about sharing the fact that he liked dressing up. It was always rather funny to you considering you met up and had sex on the first “date”, but he was nervous to share this other part of him. None of that mattered to you though. All you wanted to was the see that smile on his face.
The bathroom door opened and you lifted your head to see him step out. Thankfully you knew his size because this was a snug fit and he looked amazing. You could tell that he knew it too. His hands were behind his back until they moved to brush over his hips, his palms running over the fabric on his stomach as he made his way over to you.
“How do you like it?” You sat up, your hands moving to his waist as he stood in front of you.
“I love it. Thank you.” That was the smile you wanted to see. Kenma put his knee up on the bed next to you, leaning down and bringing his lips to yours, his hands holding your cheeks, and you laid down, pulling him on top of you.
The fabric felt good under your fingers, so did the smooth skin of Kenma’s upper thigh and you couldn’t resist slipping your finger under the garter, pulling and releasing it with a quiet slap against his skin. You both laughed before he deepened the kiss, his tongue running over the seam of your lips and moving inside when you opened your mouth.
He was already incredibly hard against your stomach and you flipped him onto his back, wanting to get started. A breathy whine fell from his lips as your hand snuck down his stomach and into the panties. You weren’t sure how long he wanted to mess around, but as soon as you heard him whimper your name, your eyes shot up to him. He didn’t even have to say anything to confirm what you thought was true. He wasn’t going to last very long.
At this point, you both wouldn’t. While your relationship wasn’t traditional, it was exclusive and you both had been without each other for the last month. You slithered down, grabbing the waistband of the panties and sliding them down his legs.
“Get the lube.” You instructed and he nodded, reaching for your backpack and pulling out the bottle. While you waited, you ran your tongue up the back side of his shaft and over the tip, tugging a groan out of him. Damn, you really missed the way he tasted.
He pulled out the lube, reaching down to you as you put your hand out and he pumped a couple times quickly, his head getting thrown back as you lowered yourself even more, your mouth covering his cock. You started just under his balls, letting the lube drip from your fingers as it rolled over his asshole. Kenma’s hips twitched up lightly and you held them down with one hand, your other hand starting to massage his entrance.
“Ohhh my—” He was groaning quietly above you as you continued to suck him off, your middle finger preparing to push its way through slowly. “I’m gonna come. I’m really g—gonna come.”
“It’s fine.” You pulled off of him. “We have time.”
“J—just use your hand for now.”
“Are you saying I’m worse with my hand?” You smiled and watched a smile start to grow on his face, but quickly fall as you slid the tip of your middle finger in and he groaned, gripping the blankets above his head. “Too fast?”
“No, no.” He shook his head, bending his knees a bit more. “Keep going.”
You pushed your finger in a little further and he moaned, his erection stiffening further as it dribbled precum down the shaft. Kenma’s eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting his lip when you looked at him. Usually when you were this far, it didn’t take much more to push the rest in. You rubbed your hand over his stomach, sliding the last little but until your finger was in.
“You still okay?” You looked up at him and he nodded. He looked so good from where you were. He had already started sweating, small beads gathering on his upper lip and the hair by his ears was wet. You moved your finger around, brushing against his walls and his body was shaking.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He grabbed his own thigh and squeezed. “So good. Don’t stop.”
You kept rubbing gently against his walls, your finger nimbly searching for the spot that would have him writhing. His back arched quickly, his head digging into the bed and he let out the sweetest moan, proving you found the right spot. Continuing your soft massage of his walls, you bent down, placing soothing kisses along his pelvic bone. Your eye focused on him as you wrapped your lips around the section of skin just where his stomach met the crease of his thigh and you sucked lightly. Kenma’s hand moved to your hair as finished making your mark.
“Can you grab my bag?” Kenma propped himself up on his elbows as you leaned over to pull his backpack up and set it next to him. He dug around a little bit until he pulled out his little black cock ring, sliding it on and laying back down. He tossed his favorite purple dildo on the bed for when you were ready.
You watched him taking deep breaths as he rested his arm over his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile at him. Man, you really did miss him a lot these last couple weeks. Now that he wasn’t going to come right away, you dipped your head back down, running your tongue over the head of his cock. The sounds coming from Kenma, as well as his fingers running through your hair, gave you more than enough encouragement to keep going.
You were starting to work your second finger in as you took him deeper in your mouth, moaning as his hips tried to buck up into you again. You pulled off of him, running your hand over the fabric on his stomach as you watched his chest rise and fall quickly. You were trying not to rush, but seeing Kenma in front of you, his body starting to squirm at your touch and hearing his quiet moans and quick gasps had you squeezing your thighs, wanting to feel him there already. You moved to grab the bottle of lube from next to his arm and pumped some onto your free hand, bringing it back to his erection and stroking lightly.
Kenma’s entire body shook as he cried out, his legs pushing and successfully lifting his butt off the bed and you moved your hand, focusing on gently massaging his balls instead. Lightly alternating between stroking his length and stimulating his balls.
You had told him about your new vibrator in your meeting in the café and you were both pretty excited to use it. Leaning back over to your backpack, you pulled it out, grabbing the dildo as well. The sound of the vibrator had you biting your lip as you ran it over his inner thigh, moving the dildo to his entrance.
You ran the vibrator lightly over his balls, just behind his cock and Kenma’s hand shot out to grab your arm as he moaned loudly. You thought he was going to say to stop and you prepared to pull them away.
“God… oh my…” He groaned, his body swaying. “More. More… more, please.”
“Here? You want a higher setting?” He nodded quickly and you followed what he said.
“Fuck… Fuck.” He moaned, the sounds becoming breathier. Using the vibrator helped you ease in the dildo and when it was fully in, you let it rest there for a minute. Gently stroking him with your free hand, you set the vibrator to the side, watching his eyes open as his breathing started to regulate a little.
You climbed over him, lips moving over the lacy fabric covering the trunk of his body until you reached his face and you wiped the wet hair from his forehead, kissing his cheek and jaw. His arms came around your back and he lifted his head up so his lips could meet yours. You laid next to him, his arm around the back of you.
“Let me know when you’re ready.” You walked your hand across his stomach and down his hips until it was brushing past his cock and his body twitched. “Until then, I’ll just wait here like this.”
You kept moving your fingers over him, the light grazing past his cock getting more frequent and you smiled as his hips jerked.
“You’re just going to keep teas—teasing me until then?” He smiled, his body forcing another shudder as you ran your finger over the swollen head of his cock before walking it over the mark you made near his hip. You nodded in agreement. That wasn’t true though. You couldn’t resist making Kenma feel good. You never could. Anything to get him moaning and groaning was what you were going to do.
You lowered your head and kissed over his neck, working with a mix of soothing kisses and arousing ones, the tip of your tongue running over the outer edge of his ear. By the time you loosely wrapped your hand around his erection, stroking slowly, the grip of his arm on your shoulder tightened and he moaned through closed lips.
The grip of your fingers around his cock intensified, but you still kept it loose and continued your strokes as your lips worked over his jaw. He whispered your name into the air quietly and you looked at him.
“You ready?” He turned to look at you and nodded, holding your jaw as he brought your lips to his, turning his body so he was on top of you and got up on all fours, moving his face to the head of the bed.
You rubbed his hips and back as you slowly pulled the dildo out, his body shaking with a dragged out moan and you quickly added more lube before gradually sliding it back in.
“Is this still okay?” You rubbed his back.
“Yes. Yes.” He nodded, separating his knees a bit more, making him lower slightly.
Normally you needed him to sit up a bit taller, but it didn’t really matter what height he was at now. Of course you would forget to bring the strap to go with the dildo and now you were doing things manually. It wasn’t like it was the first time doing it like this though.
“Faster.” He barely breathed out. You sped the pace up, watching as his body swallowed up the purple silicone. Kenma cried out, whining loudly and you watched him arch his back, his hand gripping the pillow in front of him. He whined your name louder and you clenched your thighs together, feeling yourself getting wetter as the pleasure for Kenma increased.
You lowered your free hand to his thigh, lightly dragging your nails up the thigh-high stockings and sliding inward to barely cup his balls. Instantly Kenma lifted his arms from the bed, sliding back to you, hoping for more contact and you gave it to him, caressing his balls gently in your hand. He was slightly less than average in the cock department, but holy cow did he have balls.
You loved watching the way they would wiggle and shake as you thrusted into him, the way they tightened up when he was about to come. Watching Kenma reach climax was your favorite thing. Nothing turned you on more than hearing his gratified sobs, his body shaking, the way you could see his dick straightening and pulsing before he shot ropes onto the bed. You especially liked the way his deeply contorted face flushed bright red as he found his release. You groaned thinking about it.
“A.P? Can I use the vibrator again?” You peaked around to see his face. Drool leaked from his mouth onto the pillow below him and he nodded with a quiet ‘yeah’.
Continuing your thrusting, you grabbed it from the edge of the bed, turning it on. The quiet buzzing had you smiling, feeling your wetness on your leg as you sat back on your heels. You started at the back of his thigh, lightly moving it around so his body could get used to it. Kenma started moaning as you moved it up to his butt, letting it travel over to the back of his balls and it must have been too much, too fast.
“Holy shit—figs. Figs!” You quickly pulled everything away from him at hearing your safe word.
“Are you okay?” He was nodding and you leaned forward to look at him, rubbing his back. It took a minute before he groaned and looked at you.
“That was a lot.” He said, a smile on his face.
“A good a lot?”
“I wasn’t expecting it.” He smiled. “Maybe… maybe go back to a lighter setting.”
“You want to keep using it?” Something about seeing him smiling made you smile with excitement and he nodded. Quickly adjusting the setting, you got back into it and Kenma was losing it. His back was arching again as he dropped his head onto the bed with his loud cries. He lowered himself again, spreading his knees more so you had more space.
Your name was pouring out of his mouth as he searched for anything to hold onto. His body jumping up, hands gripping the headboard of the bed as you lowered the vibrator from his balls to his cock. You could tell he was close, you sped up your thrusting as you hit his spot over and over and he could feel it all over his body. He was trembling, his skin tingling, his body was feeling so overwhelmed by the pleasure until finally it snapped and his head was thrown back with a sob, his backside pushing into you as his orgasm started. His entire body was shaking, barely audible whines escaping him until came on the towel you set below him.
You quickly put the vibrator down, removing the dildo and gently stroking him as he came down from his high with a groan. He turned his head to look at you as tiny, mind-numbing whirrs of bliss echoed through his body.
He didn’t say anything, he just smiled and closed his eyes slowly, still taking heavy breaths until his heart rate slowed down. He rubbed his hair and groaned again. There was no doubt in your mind, he was satisfied and it made you smile back as you watched him sit up and pull off the cock ring.
“Let’s not wait another month again.” He spoke as he turned around, his mouth moving to your neck. The quick movement had you leaning back and he took advantage of the position, gently pushing you to lay down on your back as his fingers undid your robe, his lips moving down your body. He paused for a little, taking your breasts in his hand and massaging them.
He was moving so fast you barely had a chance to gasp before his mouth closed over your hardened nipple, sucking lightly and pulling back enough for it to slide from his pull with a pop. He ran the pad of his tongue over it quickly and continued his way down your stomach. You eagerly spread your legs for him to position himself between them.
One of the things you loved was how good Kenma was at oral. He always started out slow, making sure that his tongue was hitting all of your sweet spots before making his way around again. It never felt like he was teasing either, he was just taking his time, helping you slowly get into it as your body gradually built up the arousal and heat.
He’d keep going until your body was weak, your eyes barely able to stay open and your mouth unable to stay closed as moan after moan and whimper after whimper flowed insistently out of you. He would continue moving slowly and then suddenly, as if he knew the exact moment your body was ready, that perfect moment where he would speed up and your body would be shaking, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere, your back arching impossibly into the bed as your body shook. And he always kept it going, he could stretch out an orgasm for minutes. His sturdy hands gripping your knees as he held your legs open until you were practically twitching in front of him, leaving you gasping for air.
“Is this okay?” He pulled back a little, replacing his mouth with his fingers as his lips moved to your inner thigh, tongue moving sloppily over your skin.
“God, yes. It’s so good.” You looked down at him, his eyes starting to close. “Don’t rush.”
“I never do.” He smiled, continuing to move his mouth down your inner thigh, getting closer to your core before moving back up to your knee all while his fingers drew slow circles around your clit.
Kenma was good. So fucking good. And you would have loved to take credit for how amazing he was, but it wasn’t you that helped him become this amazing, he was already great when you met. He has certainly become more familiar with your body and knew all the ways to make you lose your mind. That, you could take some credit for.
His eyes were on yours as he slipped his middle finger through your entrance and you let out a quiet sigh, a second finger following shortly after the first and they both lightly brushed over that sensitive, spongy spot inside you and you bit your lip, struggling to keep your head from dropping back on your shoulders.
You had to wait. You had to keep your eyes locked on his as he watched you lose yourself to his touch. The first time few times you had sex with Kenma, you noticed he was keeping his eyes locked on you the entire time and you had to admit, it was a little uncomfortable. Every tug at your lips, every twitch of your body, every tingle on your skin wasn’t going unnoticed by him. He saw it all. It wasn’t until the third or fourth time being with him that you realized he was learning you. Learning what that tug at your lip meant, when your body would twitch, how to get your body tingling.
Suddenly you found yourself wanting to watch him. You wanted to see what it was that he was seeing and what he was doing and then before you even realized it, you were addicted to it. You needed to see those golden eyes focused on you, watching your every move and fixed on your own eyes.
So you always held out as long as you could, waiting and watching him watch you until you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to drop your head back, erotic moans pouring from your lips. Kenma knew it was coming each time. He could see your eyes slowly closing, your concentration on him wavering and right before he knew you were about to drop back, he smiled. The sexiest, most alluring, and lascivious smile you had ever seen in your life. The smile had you dripping wet, his lips already glistening with your slick and at that, his tongue lolled out and he sped up.
“Holy fuck, A.P.” Your back started arching and Kenma grabbed your hand and guided it to his hair where you gripped a fistful between your fingers. He honestly hated his hair being pulled, but he knew how much you loved pulling it. You weren’t really sure why he let you pull it, but when you grabbed the handful, your eyes squeezed shut, his lips made their way around your clit and he sucked hard forcing your back to arch even more. “Ken—”
You could barely get a sound out as you were thrown into your orgasm. Lights were flashing over the backs of your eyelids and a rush of heat flew to your face. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and your skin tingle with fire as he held you there, hands wrapped around your thighs and lips wrapped around your clit.
You were shaking, choking sounds leaving your throat as your body breathlessly tried to work though the earth-shattering pleasure surging through you. Just as it felt like it was fading, Kenma moaned into you, the vibrations sending another wave of bliss through your veins. Your body couldn’t even handle it, muscles so tensed and tight that you were quivering. A part of you wanted to tell him to stop. It felt like you were reaching the peak and preparing for the fall, but it never came. Instead, it just kept building, the pleasure growing and growing inside of you. You weren’t sure how much further your body could go without air until finally it started fading. Your muscles began relaxing and your breath came back as you sank into the bed, releasing Kenma’s hair. When you were able to look back down to him, he was kissing your inner thigh again.
“Oh my gosh.” You looked up at the ceiling, wiping the sweat and hair from your forehead. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
“Do you want to wait a little?” He sat back on his heels and looked at you.
“No, let’s keep going.” He smiled and held your legs behind your knees, pulling you into him as you lined him up, sliding him into you. He didn’t waste any time and quickly started thrusting.
You had just barely come down from your orgasm and another one was building quickly. It wasn’t often that Kenma was the one doing the thrusting, normally by now you would have already switched positions, both of you preferring you on top. But seeing his body driving into you, the tiny huffs of air being pushed from his lips each time his hips hit yours, the way he closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep himself from coming too soon, his hair falling loosely in his face, the bun no longer holding anything, you couldn’t look away. He pulled your legs tighter against him, trying to get a deeper thrust.
“You’re beautiful.” You smiled, watching as his eyes opened to look at you and he smiled back.
“Are you close?” He bit his lip again.
“Do you want me to be?” He could only laugh a little at your question.
“Are you trying to flirt with me when we’re already like this?” You bit your lip and nodded in response. “How are your legs?”
“Good.”
“Can you get on top?” He stopped thrusting, about to pull out.
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?” He smiled playfully at you and set your legs down.
“You can’t cover your face.” He dropped his head and laughed, nodding to your request.
“Fine.” He pulled out and laid back on the bed and you crawled over him.
You started grinding quickly, knowing you had to be fast or you would miss when he orgasmed. Kenma helped you along by running his thumb around your clit and you whined, trying to move a little faster. You could feel the pool of heat building within you and you couldn’t wait for it to burst. You felt his hand on your breast, your nipple pebbling further as his thumb brushed over it.
You could see him starting to waver. He was trying his best to hold off and you only needed a little bit more. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, his hand returning to your waist. He really had great hands. He may not have been that big, but his hands were and seeing him relax his body under you, his abdominal muscles flexing under the lace basque as you rode him harder, finally gave you the push you needed.
Your eyes fluttered closed as the twisted knot in your stomach snapped. Bits of pleasure pulsed through you as your breath caught in your throat. It certainly didn’t last very long and you groaned quietly, accepting the fact that this orgasm was going to be nothing like the one you just got from Kenma. When you opened your eyes, he was staring at you with a smile.
“You’re beautiful.” He repeated your words from earlier and you laughed.
“Shut up.” You leaned down to kiss him, resting your chin on your arm over his chest as you watched him. “It’s your turn now.”
You sat back up, grinding still, but lifting your body in the way he liked and you smiled as you watched him inhale sharply, his head digging into the pillow. You felt his hands on your waist and one of them moved to rub his thumb against your clit.
“Don’t distract me.” You slapped it away making him laugh.
He may have been joking around, but you knew he was close. You could see it in his face, in the way he was gripping your waist, trying his best to hold his hips still. The flushed skin of his chest got deeper in color and made its way to his neck as Kenma’s moans got deeper and started bordering on grunts.
His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth hung open. His orgasm started as the flush finally reached his cheeks and his hands frantically grabbed your hips, unsure if he wanted you to move faster or deeper and you watched his muscles tighten and hold a flex as he shook, choked out grunts leaving his throat. That perfect contorting of his face had you biting your lip and you watched it slowly relax and be replaced with a look of ecstasy.
Kenma took deep shallow breaths as his body calmed down and he waited to open his eyes, peeking at you quickly through one eye before closing it again.
“Stop watching me.” He sat up quickly, pushing you back onto the bed and tickling you.
“You do it all the time to me!” You spoke between laughs. He stopped his tickling and laid on his back next to you, his face turning to look at you.
“Do you want to shower?”
“Yes.” You nodded and quickly sat up. Kenma scooted himself to the edge of the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom.
You were both kind of doing your own thing trying to clean yourselves off. There were a lot of reasons you both liked this hotel, but one of the nicer ones was the shower was a walk-in and had enough space for both of you to fit. It wasn’t until this hotel that you both realized your love of showering together and ever since then, this is the one you kept coming back to.
You were lathering up and scrubbing your legs and as you bent further to get your feet, Kenma’s growing erection caught your attention. You looked up at him and his eyes were closed as he rinsed his hair of soap and you chuckled silently before standing back up and looking at him. He was never one to cover his erection, he never even tried to. Not that he needed to or that you ever asked him to. It always had you smiling though, at how unabashedly aroused he became. You were pretty sure it came from you washing his hair. He may not like it getting pulled, but he enjoyed his scalp being massaged.
“Do you want to play a bit more?” You asked quietly, your lips pressed to the crook of his neck while your fingers ran up his thigh.
…..
“Do you want to get lunch?” Kenma asked, stuffing the rest of his things in his backpack as you waited on the bed.
“I wish I could.” You looked at the clock. Two-thirty. “I have class in thirty minutes.”
“You should start doing those morning classes so you have your afternoons free.” He zipped up the back and threw it over his shoulder.
“You’re one to talk. You never wake up early.” You stood up, smiling at him. “You could always come to class with me and then we could get lunch.”
“What class is it?” He opened the door to the hotel room, both of you walking through.
“Sociology 101.”
“I’ve seen you teach that class twenty times now.” He groaned, his head dropping back and you laughed.
