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”
it started off with him just rubbing your thigh, soft kisses, licking your cheek a bit. but now, he hums against you, lazy and pleased, fingers pressing into your thighs to keep you open. he wasn’t just doing it for you, he was doing it for himself.
“you’re so sweet,” he breathes, tongue sliding deep again. “like candy.”
gentle licks, then sharp flicks, then deep, slow sucks. he keeps changing it up, just to see how you react. all of your whines, gasps, moans just makes him hungrier.
kenma’s been between your thighs for what has to be over two hours now. he’s laid out on his stomach, arms looped tightly under your thighs to keep you in place, mouth locked to your core.
his lips are slick, his chin is soaked, and his eyes, half-lidded, golden, locked on yours— look dazed with want.
“you’re leaking,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive, swollen folds, tongue flicking out just to catch the drip sliding down.
every time you come, he rides the wave with you. never pulling back, never rushing. he flattens his tongue, dragging it slow and steady from bottom to top, then back again.
“you make such pretty noises,” he says, dipping his tongue inside this time, slow and filthy. his nose presses perfectly against your clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out.
you arch your back, thighs trembling around his head, and all that does is make him groan. low and deep.
“fuck. kenma— how are you still—”
“addicted,” he says simply, cutting you off with a long, lazy lick. “can’t stop.” he kisses your clit before wrapping his lips around it again and sucks.
he pace shifts. tongue deeper, faster, more intense now. you feel your high coming.
he keeps sucking, licking, driving you higher, until your legs are trembling uncontrollably and you’re sobbing his name, fingers yanking at his hair.
he pulls back. his lips are glossy, face a wet mess, eyes blown out with love. he licks his lips, like he’s chasing the last drops of you.
— kenma donates to your stream just for you to say his name.
ts!kozume kenma x streamer!f!reader
c: full of fluff!
i have been called unhinged, way too many times on this app because of my random ass ideas and i’m not really complaining.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
love, at its worst, is waiting two hours for your streamer girlfriend to start her live because she decided to nap. love, at its best, is still waiting two hours, dropping ten thousand dollars in twitch donations the second she breathes into the mic, and typing out something so embarrassing that your stock-trader-ceo-gamer pride cracks like a raw egg on hot concrete.
and kenma kozume—beloved boyfriend of the internet’s it girl streamer, sworn enemy of sunlight, permanent sufferer of chronically bent posture—is unfortunately in the latter camp.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the loading screen music starts. your fans (your “little gremlins,” as you call them lovingly) are already flooding the chat, 250k strong, typing at inhuman speeds.
@ ratking97: LETS GOOOOOO
@ frogchair: MOTHER IS HERE
@ yuumama: omg she’s late but she’s pretty so it’s fine
@ thecheeseempire: do i drop out of college to watch this live???
the screen flickers and then you appear. a blur of soft lighting, glossed lips, headphones crooked over your ears, oversized hoodie that could probably house a family of raccoons.
“hi, hi, hi!” you chirp, leaning close to the mic. “sorry i’m late, i, uh… overslept.”
the chat goes feral.
@ rdgnbeertoe: i forgive u
@ shrimpgod: step on me queen
@ milkbottlepop: YOUR HAIR. OH MY GOD.
@ chairfan77: i waited three years in line for taylor swift tickets and this feels more important somehow
kenma is sitting in his own setup, in his own room, watching this unfold with a blank expression that doesn’t match the fact that his heart is sprinting a marathon.
he’s already logged in. his finger is already hovering over the button. he doesn’t even blink before the first donation flies across your screen.
$10,000 donation from @ kodzuken:
i haven’t been this premature since birth.
you blink. mid-sip of water. almost choke.
“oh my—” you clap a hand over your mouth, laughing so hard your chair squeaks. “oh my god. kenma!”
the chat collectively combusts.
@ kingcrab420: PREMATURE??????
@ eggsaladprince: HE DID NOT
@ uwu2: that’s ur man huh. that’s the ceo. okay.
@ toiletseatcover: nah this is true romance
kenma slouches lower in his chair, hoodie swallowing his face. he types nothing. he simply clicks again.
$5,000 donation from @ kodzuken:
hi honey.
“hi honey,” you echo instantly, smile softening despite your attempt to keep it together. “you’re… you’re insane, you know that?”
chat is gleeful, feral.
@ pottedplant: HELLO??? HE JUST DROPPED 15K IN TEN SECONDS
@ ilovebreadsticks: nah he’s down bad. down catastrophic. down cataclysmic.
@ 7elevenhotdog: tell me why i feel single watching this
@ ghostofmywifi: prematurity speedrun any%
“kenma,” you squint at your monitor, “why are you like this? don’t you have stocks to trade? meetings to attend? a corporation to run?”
he doesn’t reply. not in words. only in another click.
$2,000 donation from @ kodzuken:
please say my name i miss you.
you pause, warmth rushing up your neck. “kenma.” you say it gently this time, like handing him a glass of water after running across the desert. “kenma, kenma, kenma.”
the sound of his name in your voice does terrible, wonderful things to him. he buries his face in his hands, groaning like you’ve personally attacked him.
chat is losing their collective minds.
@ taxfraudchamp: DID SHE JUST SAY HIS NAME LIKE IT WAS SACRED???
@ imjustapigeon: bruh if my gf streamed and said my name like that i would literally explode
@ yeehawmilk: kodzuken rn >>>>> romeo montague
@ raccoonwife: HE’S ROLLING ON THE FLOOR I JUST KNOW IT
“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur into the mic, giggling, trying to focus on the actual game you’re supposed to be playing. “ridiculous and—so cute. i love you.”
kenma, who has not physically moved in ten minutes, blinks like you’ve just hacked into his chest and turned his ribcage into an instrument.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
twenty minutes later, you’re mid-match. your concentration face is on, tongue peeking out, brows furrowed just a little. chat is in awe, writing entire novels about your skill and, frankly, your existence.
@ dietcolaangel: ur so pretty when ur focused wtf
@ doginboots: HOW IS SHE THIS GOOD
@ lettuceleaf_: i would pay for her hand in marriage like it’s ebay
kenma, meanwhile, is spiraling. because you’ve said “hi chat” like forty times but you haven’t said his name again. his bloodstream is basically carbonated soda at this point.
so he clicks.
$1,000 donation from @ kodzuken:
hi it’s me again. your boyfriend. remember me? say you remember me.
you burst out laughing mid-shootout, losing the round entirely. “KENMA. i literally just said i love you like—five minutes ago. of course i remember you!”
@ floorboard69: NAH HE’S SO INSECURE 😭😭😭
@ bugjuice: “remember me” HE ACTS LIKE HE DIED IN WW1
@ cucumberking: we are witnessing devotion on a spiritual level
@ lilypadfairy: i want someone to miss me like this
kenma groans into his sleeves. his ears are pink. you’re glowing on screen, laughing like you have the whole world in your throat, and he thinks maybe he actually would sell the company if it meant keeping you happy forever.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
after a while, you switch to just chatting, leaning on your desk, chin in your hand.
“okay, okay,” you say, scrolling through chat. “who wants storytime?”
chat erupts.
@ beanstalkbaby: MEEEEEEE
@ fishinthebucket: MOTHER TELL US A TALE
@ wifebeaterbottle: YESSSSSS
you smile, and kenma is done for. utterly, irreversibly ruined. because you’re telling some silly story about how your toaster almost set fire to your kitchen this morning, and you’re so animated, so bright, and everyone is in love with you.
he knows you love him. you say it all the time. but watching thousands of strangers adore you too? it lights something sharp in his chest. not jealousy. more like a fever. like he wants to carve his initials into your laugh so no one forgets it belongs to him.
so he types again.
$3,000 donation from @ kodzuken:
i’ll buy you ten new toasters if you say my name again.
“oh my god,” you laugh, covering your face with your hands. “kenma, i don’t need ten toasters. i need… one toaster. just one.” you peek at the camera, eyes soft. “kenma.”
he melts. literally melts into his chair. his bones turn to pudding.
chat notices immediately.
@ seaurchinlover: SHE SAID IT AGAINNNN
@ pencilpusher22: man’s addicted to hearing his own name 😭
@ slayturtle: he’s like a cat who meows until u call him cute
@ smellysock: this is the healthiest parasocial relationship i’ve ever seen
“you’re so dramatic,” you murmur, shaking your head. “but i love you.”
kenma’s throat goes dry. he whispers at his monitor, like you can hear him through sheer force of will: i love you more.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the stream lasts another hour. you’re radiant the whole time, effortless, unbothered, while kenma hemorrhages money just for crumbs of your affection.
by the time you end it, the donation total from him alone is nearing twenty-five thousand. chat is unwell.
@ firehydrantfan: 25K??? FOR AFFECTION??? I NEED TO DATE A STREAMER
@ bugdust: this is what love looks like huh
@ treefrog: kodzuken is either insane or the blueprint
@ eggrolls: nah he’s insane and the blueprint
you yawn into the mic. “alright, i think that’s it for me tonight. thanks for hanging out, gremlins. kenma, thanks for, uh… your… really dramatic donations. i’m literally going to bonk you when i see you.”
chat screams.
@ picklejuicequeen: BONK HIM???
@ sleepdeprivedowl: THATS FOREPLAY
@ dustmite: ma’am we are in the room
@ toelicker69: heh, kinky
you blow a kiss at the camera, all glittering eyes and tired smile. “love you guys. love you, kenma. goodnight!”
the stream ends.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
kenma doesn’t move for a long moment. the silence is loud, like his ears are still ringing from the sound of your voice. then, slowly, he pulls his hoodie over his head, face burning.
his phone buzzes. it’s you.
future wife: you’re ridiculous.
future wife: also, come over. i want to kiss you until you stop acting like my sugar daddy.
future wife: (thank you though. i love you.)
kenma stares. then slumps forward, forehead against his desk, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
he comes to you. hoodie, headphones still hanging around his neck, soft hair falling in his eyes. he knocks like he’s got no patience for doors.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
“kenma,” you beam when you open up, hair still smelling faintly like your shampoo, skin dewy from your skincare routine, hoodie sleeves sliding down your wrists. you’re so unfair it hurts. “hi.”
he doesn’t even say hi back. he just drops his bag by the door and shuffles in, like a cat making itself at home in someone else’s living room.
you close the door behind him, amused. “what’s wrong with you?”
he stops in the middle of your living room, turns slowly, and looks at you with eyes half-lidded, pout carved into his mouth like it’s permanent.
“you didn’t pay enough attention to me.”
you blink. then laugh. “excuse me? ken, you practically bought my whole stream tonight.”
his brows knit together. “didn’t work. chat got… everything. i got, like… a crumb. a molecule. an atom. the kind of portion size they’d give in a three-star michelin restaurant where the plate’s bigger than the food.”
your laughter doubles, sweet and fond. “oh, baby,” you coo, crossing the room to cup his face in your hands. “are you jealous of chat?”
he doesn’t answer, but the way his cheeks warm under your touch is answer enough.
so you kiss him.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a peck on his lips, soft and brief. then one to his forehead. one to his nose. both cheeks. then another to his lips, just because.
he blinks slowly, eyelashes fluttering like he’s trying not to show how much he needs it.
“better?” you tease.
kenma shakes his head immediately. “not even close.”
so you go again. kisses like raindrops: on his jaw, down his throat, over his temples, eyelids, the little crease of his smile. every patch of skin you can reach, you cover in affection until he’s sighing like an overworked office drone sinking into a hot spring.
“you’re so needy,” you whisper against his skin, but your grin is soft, indulgent.
“don’t care,” he mumbles back, voice thick, hands sliding to your waist to hold you in place. “want more. want… all of you. more than chat. more than everyone.”
“oh, baby,” you coo, peppering kisses over his face like you’re stamping him with a love-brand. “you already have all of me.”
“say it again.” his voice cracks, barely a whisper, like he needs it to live.
you pause between kisses, lips brushing his cheek. “you already have all of me, kenma. every single part.”
he exhales shakily, like you’ve pulled a thorn out of his chest.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you don’t stop. you don’t let him go. your kisses turn relentless, ridiculous, like a child armed with stickers covering a notebook page until no white space remains. kisses to his ears, down his neck, across his collarbone through the fabric of his hoodie. he tips his head back, eyes fluttering shut, letting you do whatever you want because he trusts you with everything he is.
his voice goes soft, almost slurred with warmth. “feels like… i can’t hold it. like my chest’s too full. you’re—” he swallows. “you’re everywhere.”
“good,” you hum, brushing your lips over his jaw. “that’s exactly what i want. i want to be everywhere for you.”
his arms tighten around your waist, holding you like you’re his anchor. “you are. you already are. you don’t even know—”
and then you kiss him properly.
slow at first, lips slotting against his like puzzle pieces, coaxing him open. then deeper, like you’re pouring all the affection he’s been begging for into his mouth. he sighs into it, sound vibrating against your tongue when you slip it past his lips, gentle but deliberate.
he kisses back clumsily, almost desperately, like someone who’s been parched for years finally given water. his fingers dig into your waist, your hoodie bunched in his hands, keeping you so close there’s no space left between you.
when you finally pull back, he’s flushed to the tips of his ears, lips pink and swollen, eyes hazy like he’s been spun around too many times.
“enough attention now?” you murmur, brushing your nose against his.
he stares at you, dazed. then shakes his head once, stubborn. “…need more later.”
you laugh, breathless, and kiss him again.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: ok i’m gonna sleep, i have 5 hours. i’m so nervous !! i spoil the pretty people way too much
tws & tags ;; headcanons into short fic. nsfw mdni smut. cybersex. sex work. objectification. vibrators + self pleasure. nipple play. squirting.
part two. ;; part three
GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA who has been watching your content since before you had one hundred followers.
FANBOY! KENMA who, despite being a massive streamer himself, lurks silently in your chat and enjoys your cute commentary and novice gameplay without saying a word. he knows that if he invited you to one of his own streams, your viewer count would likely increase exponentially, but he can't quite pluck up the courage to ask you. (and a part of him enjoys keeping you as his precious little secret gem)
FANBOY! KENMA tunes in to every single one of your lives. he'll drop whatever it is that he's doing to hear that dulcet voice, and see you awkwardly prattle on and charm your small audience with your eagerness to please.
FANBOY! KENMA whose heart would skip a beat when you notice him among your small pool of regular viewers, "hi, kudzuken! uh, i hope i'm saying that right. thanks for joining." you'd say into the camera accompanied by the most endearing smile. he'd then promptly donate $10 to your live-stream as a thank you for the jerk material.
FANBOY! KENMA is repulsed when he looks at your chat to see it overrun by trolls, spammers and perverts due to your lack of a moderation team. a bunch of weirdos online sending inappropriate comments on your body and seemingly innocuous statements that somehow read as creepy. ('love ur smile, babygirl..' 'keep sitting just like that!!!') and kenma can't helped but be disgusted, and partially because he knows he's just as perverted as these other internet trolls. his stare is also often stuck to your tits in those low-cut tops, or the inviting glossiness of your cute lips. he could get lost in those sweet innocent eyes for hours, imagining giving you a tight hug and feeling those soft tits pressed against his chest — just the thought alone was enough to cause a tent in his pants. but at least he had the decency not to type out all those lewd fantasies and post them to a public domain. that had to count for something, right?
FANBOY! KENMA who is disappointed but not surprised when you quit your online gamer gig to pursue a different type of live-streaming. your views were never great and hardly improving, and any subscribers you did have made it exceedingly clear they were only watching for your pretty face or hot body. so kenma couldn't blame you for trying to capitalise on your strengths and explore a career path you may be more suited for — in fact, it was a smart business move.
FANBOY! KENMA who was distraught, but still not surprised, when your camgirl account took off immediately and you gained over ten thousand subs in less than a week of creation, and the numbers were only growing steadily from there. every time he checked and saw your subscriber count had gone up, a small piece of him died. he realised it was parasocial and fucked up to be so upset by you, a content creator, receiving the attention of others, but truthfully, he missed when you were just his little secret.
FANBOY! KENMA figures that even though you were popular now, at least you were doing something that was (shamefully) far more appealing to him. he wasn't able to sleep for days before your first scheduled livestream in your new niche. no matter how hard he tried or how many melotonin gummies he ate, he just couldn't. he was too excited. and rightfully so.
FANBOY! KENMA who almost passes out twenty mintues into the stream. he was, of course, one of the first people to join, and the five or so minutes where you just sat there fully clothed and idled while saying, "i'm just gonna wait for some more people to join before i start.." was about the longest five minutes of his entire life. but the pay-off was worth it. he was hard and stroking it before the show even began, and had his first orgasm when you took your bra off to reveal your pebbled nipples. (but he's proud he lasted that long because he was about to nut as soon as you took your top off). his second and third orgasm came when you started fingering yourself on your gaming chair. he feels blessed to be able to behold your sopping pussy that he's been dying to see for who-knows long. it was more gorgeous than he could've ever imagined. in fact, every single part of your delicious body exceeded his expectations — and trust, his expectations were not low. you were nothing short of a idol in his eyes; a beautiful, cock-riding idol.
FANBOY! KENMA who, regardless of how famous you were, will always be your number one fan. he blabbers to himself about how sexy you are as he cums, he watches all your videos and live-streams and donates crazy amounts of money just to see that vibrator stuffed in your snug pussy go that little bit faster.
FANBOY! KENMA who is an og and can always tell when you are fabricating or 'faking' your reactions. he can identify easily when your clit isn't actually as 'sensitive' as you make it out to be for the camera and he most definitely knows when you fake an orgasm. but he can't really blame you. you've been fingering that desperate little pussy for ages chasing your high but you can't quite reach it and your subs are getting restless, so you just need to cave and give them what they want to see. it's business, and kenma gets that. but he swears to himself that one day you won't need to rely on your weak fingers or some shitty dildo, because he'll make you finish so good and so hard around his own cock.
FANBOY! KENMA that will subscribe and pay for whatever vapid, cashgrab content you release. low-quality nudey pics taken in your bathroom mirror? sold for $20. a blurry photo of you dressed as a slutty bunny on halloween? sold for $40. an upskirt you took when you couldn't afford an uber home from a bar? sold for $60. pair of used panties? sold for $100. jar of your bathwater? sold for $400.
FANBOY! KENMA that will always request private shows with you. his income fluctuates depending on how well his stocks perform or the current trends that denote the viewship on his own gaming livesteams. but regardless, he will ensure to put a pretty penny aside so he can offer a deposit for a private show. during which, if you accept, he'll refuse to show his face. he doesn't want you to recognise him as a semi-famous gamer and put a face to his simp account. he won't give you his real name either but it's okay, he gets hard just hearing you coo his username.. ':)
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
"kudzuken.." you tilt your head as you read the familiar username, "did i say that right?" you giggle awkwardly, afraid you may have butchered the name of your private stream donator — who offered $500 just for this twenty minute show.
kudzuken: yes
he replies in chat, and you smile. "perfect." you murmur, pushing yourself away from your desk and hopping out of your chair so you could show off your whole outfit (or lack thereof) for the camera. "i'm a bunny! hmm— wait, what noise do rabbits make?" you do a little spin, and kenma, on the other side of screen somewhere, was sitting utterly stunned. your 'costume' consisted of a furry grey bikini top, some floppy bunny ears on your head and to complete the look, a cute little pompon rabbit tail. and kenma quickly noted that you weren't wearing any panties, so it was almost a mystery how this tail accessory stayed put over your perky ass.
"i decided to dress as one because you said in my comments once that you liked the pic of me in my bunny costume for halloween." you mused, clasping your hands together as you sat back down in your oversized gaming chair. "so, i thought you'd appreciate this."
kudzuken: i do
you actually read his comments and pay attention to them? was this real life or was he having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream?
you looked like a fantasy, all cute and exposed for him on his monitor — and just for him. your pussy on full display for him. idly fondling your own tits and palming at your cunt lewdly as a performance dedicated to him. albeit, you do show it to other men as well, but not right now. currently, it was only the two of you, and he felt connected to your bare body on a sexual and interpersonal level. the way your eyes bore into his through the monitor and your glistening cunt basically screamed his name. but he craved more. hence, he stroked his free erection while typing out his messages with his other hand.
kudzuken: take the top off
you pout at message, still teasing him by pushing your boobs together as you purr, "you know the rules, silly~ it's an extra fifty for any clothing remo--." and within an instant of the words exiting your mouth, your donation chime went off.
kudzuken donated $100 with the message: get rid of the tail too
you smile appreciatively at the money, and hum, "thank you.. but i thought the tail was quite cute." you giggle, making a playful jab at his eagerness to rid you of your little pompom tail which you thought completed your costume. little did you know, kenma loved the tail too, but he was even more desperate to see how you kept it on.
as promised, you unclasp your bra and make a show out of the release of your tits: pinching your nipples and rubbing them for the camera. you'd even feign a couple of light moans just for him — although, kenma could always tell when you were acting, but he appreciated the effort.
next was the tail. turned over and with your chest pressed against the back of your chair, you spread your ass to reveal the plug that jammed nicely inside your puckered hole, attached to a small rod that held the fuzzy tail. kenma was in awe as he watched you fidget with the plug cautiously, stifling moans in response even the slightest movement.
kenma was in awe, his grasp on his cock subconciously tightening as he increased his pace. he bit his lip from admiration at how sensitive you were in that little hole of yours, and how shy you were too. he noted how you'd face away from the camera or hide your expressions with your spare whenever the stimulation from the toy would elicit any reaction from you.
kudzuken: don't be coy. pull harder.
you sighed. hesitantly wrapping your fingers around the fuzzy part of the tail and inhaling a deep breath, before harshly tugging on the plug. it wasn't quite like ripping off a plaster. no, you had to pull for a bit and feel your ass contort and stretch around the foreign metal as it tried to escape the confines of your restrictive walls. groaning the entire time, body going limp against your chair. "ahh— i didn't think.. ngh.. it would be so— hah— hard!"
eventually, after a concerningly laborious process, you manage to yank it out. leaving it a cute little temporary gape that kenma would pay anything to fill with his tongue. but alas, he's hundreds of miles away and the best he can do is fist his aching dick while you shallowly finger your hole for the camera.
"i've been filming since super early this morning, kudzuken." you sigh, his username feeling a bit strange to utter in casual conversation, but you roll with it away. your fingers slowly graze your exposed ass and pussy lips as you drone, " 'm so tired now. just wanna cum n' relax. think we can do that together?"
kudzuken: yeah
"yay." you hum lowly, lazily shifting so you are sat normally, except you then sling your legs over the arms of your gaming chair, so your entire soaked pussy is on display for him. you rub sloppy circles over your clit while glancing between your cunt and the camera. "my hands are soo tired though," you whine, relaxing your head back, "mind if i grab something to use?"
kudzuken: don't mind
you could shove a lava lamp up your pussy for all he cares, he just wants to watch you cum. perhaps a very selfish an hedonistic view, but his tip is in agony and he just needs to see you writhing in pleasure before he nuts. otherwise, it's physically impossible for him to climax; it's almost a curse.
during the time his eyes were screwed shut and he was begging his body for just an ounce of relief, you had rummaged in your draw and found both your juul and your favourite vibrator. one went straight into your pussy and the other went straight to your lips.
you put it on the medium setting, so the little pink thing wasn't exactly tearing up your insides, but it still brought you an immense amount of satisfaction. like scratching a severe itch that had been persistent all day. it finally felt like you were being taken care of and you could relax.
"mm, that feels so good.." you purr, eyes closed and enitrely absorbed in the moment. hand wandering down your bare body and spreading your folds so kenma could get a perfect view of your favourite toy stuffed into your tight cunt. he could even faintly hear the buzzing noise. "hmm, this is the best way to de-stress after a long day, huh?"
although a part of him wondered what you could possibly be 'de-stressing' from considering you were a camgirl and you probably did stuff like this all day, the majority of him was so deeply involved in the moment that he didn't even have the mental energy to concern himself with his pedantic worries. instead, he drifted off into a fantasy of his own, imagining those slender fingers pumping his cock were yours.
kudzuken: the best
despite the brevity of his messages, you don't take offence. in fact, it suggests you're doing a good job if he's left with only one hand to type with. so you continue, legs spread wide as you gaze longingly into your computer webcam. your fingers rub sloppy circles over your throbbing clit, but for the most part, the pink toy was doing the heavy-lifting and was the reason your face would scrunch with pleasure every so often.
"nghh, feel so good.. want more.." you whine into the emptiness of your room, your eyes drifting shut and allowing your mouth to freely babble whatever cries appeared in your lust-glazed mind. "wish it was something bigger.." you muse innocently, knowing exactly what you do to him.
kudzuken: me too
and the most shameful part is that kenma knows your being flippant and trying to appeal to his perverted desires, but he doesn't care. it just eggs him on further to imagine his cock in the place of that humble little toy — jammed right into your snug cunt, where he belongs. whatever it was: your pussy, your hands, your mouth, he just wanted to feel you somehow.
"mmph, it's so nice to finally let go.." you say as a breathy whisper, eyes entirely shut as the corners of your lips curl into a faint smile, "can you tell how much i've been needing this?"
his eyes twinkled as he watched your pretty hole suck on the head of the toy as it vibrates within you. your walls were twitching yet you looked stunningly relaxed, limbs all spread out across your chair, as your body practically melts into it. your mouth hung open just a little bit to show a tantilising peek of your tongue. what kenma wouldn't give to insert his cock in there too.
his fingers stiffened around his dick at the mere thought, and before long, he had undergone his first climax, making a mess of both his hand and his black sweatpants. but thanks to you, he's got plenty of practise at this and has built up the stamina to go for multiple rounds. it didn't take long of watching your pussy flutter around the vibrating toy and hearing your melodious moans before he was fully hard again, stroking his length.
"mm, i think.." you murmur, legs beginning to twitch and shudder slightly, as you feel the pool of liquid heat in the pit of your stomach begin to stir and bubble. what was supposed to be a relaxing and tranquil experience, was quickling boiling into something far more intense. "i think i'm getting close.."
kenma's eyes light up at the thought, and his hand instinctually speeds up. originally laid back against his chair, upon hearing your desperate mewls about an impending orgasm, he hastily leans forward, engrossed in the screen afore him. paying attention to every little detail: the way your spread legs shake, your pouty and lewd expression, your drenched pussy and the slick gathering by your enterance around the toy, and how it dripped down to ass and formed a small puddle on the seat of your chair.
strands of your hair would fall into your face and poke at the corners of your agape mouth, which you would then have to swiftly brush aside before returning your hands to rub frantic circles on your clit. "ah, ahh— 'm so so close, boutta finish. can i? can i cum? please—" you plea to the camera.
kudzuken: yes
kudzuken: cum pretty girl
it's as though his fingers acted on reflex, effortlessly typing the response in less than a couple seconds, all while his other hand still vigorously pumped his cock.
"nngh, okay, thank you, sir.. i— fuck!" you squeal , feeling light-headed as your orgasm overcomes you much earlier than you anticipated. you toss your head back in pure bliss as your knees tremble and you rock your hips against nothing, searching for more stimulation from the stagnant toy. despite it going at the same pace that previously relaxed you, the vibrator now felt like it was ravaging your sensitive insides, and all you could do was lie there and take it while your cunt walls convulse in defence.
"ahh— shit, i think— oh my god.." you cry, a second heat erupting within you shortly after you reached your high, as demonstrated by the fury of fluid that all came gushing out of you, with such a violent force that your vibrating toy was pushed out. "fuck's sake! nghh, 'ts too much! i can't, i can't!"
kudzuken: please
you scream and writhe in your chair as this powerful climax overwhelms your poor tired body, and all kenma can do is sit and gaze up at his monitor in awe. he is so astounded that he forgets to keep rubbing himself but the sight of your perfect pussy squiriting all over your chair and desk was enough to make him cum as well, and he released his second load across his clothed thighs again.
a lot of his semen dripped right back down his own shaft but he didn't care; if anything, it helped and served as lubrication. anyway, he was far to immersed in watching you submit to a blinding euphoria to care about the disgusting mess he was making of himself.
once you were done and your pussy has squirted out every last drop of sparkling fluid, you were left breathless and absolutely soaking. your wide-eyes gaze darted across your wet chair to your damp computer screen. you weren't looking forward to cleaning it all up, but alas, you sigh and relax back into your chair, "that was— so good. thank you, kudzuken." you heave, cute tits rising and falling with each deep exhale, "nothing feels better than cumming after a rough day.. it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, don't you think?"
you were seeing stars and babbling nonesense, but kenma was amused by it.
kudzuken: thank you too
you smile weakly at the chat reply, "anytime." you hum, slowly sitting up and crossing your arms over your chest, "erm, anyway, i should probably start cleaning up and head to bed. 'm so tired, it's been such a long day. but this was fun, we should do it again sometime."
kudzuken: yes
"well you know where to find me." you titter, reaching forward to your mouse and keyboard so you can end the private live-stream, "bye. have a nice night."
kudzuken: bye (y/n)
was the last thing he was able to type before he was disconnected from the chat. and that was certainly not the last time you spoke. it was an expensive habit, but he'd keep paying to watch you cum before bed almost every night for two months straight.
It starts the same. You’re lying on his bed, the world quiet except for the low hum of his laptop and the occasional shift of blankets as you both breathe.
Kenma’s hood is up, his face half-hidden, but his eyes are on you. Always on you. He’s quiet, but his fingers trace little shapes against your hip, absent-minded and gentle. He’s thinking, but not about the game on his screen—he’s thinking about you.
You shift a little, turning toward him, and your hand reaches up to brush the hair from his eyes. “You okay?”
He nods, then leans in. “You’re distracting.”
The kiss starts soft—barely there. Just his lips brushing yours, featherlight. He kisses like he’s trying not to wake you, even though you’re both wide awake. But then your hand curls into his hoodie, and your lips part just a little, and something shifts.
His hand moves to your waist, not gripping—just resting. But it’s heavy, like a silent don’t leave. You deepen the kiss, slow and gentle, your lips parting again as his tongue brushes yours, shy at first. He tastes like tea and quiet sweetness.
Kenma sighs into your mouth, and the kiss grows just slightly heavier. His body melts into yours, one leg sliding between yours, his chest against yours. He’s warm. Soft in the way only someone completely comfortable can be.
His hands stay slow—one curled around your hip, the other lazily trailing up your spine under your shirt, his touch light enough to make you shiver. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Everything is said in the way he kisses you. Like time doesn’t exist. Like the world outside his room can’t touch either of you.
Eventually, he pulls back just an inch, eyes half-lidded, breath mingling with yours. He whispers, voice barely audible:
“Stay right here.”
And you do.
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Nishinoya :
You didn’t even mean to start kissing. One second you were watching some movie, the next, Noya’s fingers were brushing your cheek, and his lips were on yours—quick, excited, barely controlled. Like he couldn’t wait anymore.
His kisses come fast and eager, all tilted heads and laughing into your mouth, like he’s having fun. His hands find your waist and pull you onto his lap without a second thought, and then it’s on.
You’re straddling him, his back pressed to the wall, and your hands are in his hair—messing it up even more than it already was. He groans when your fingers tug, then kisses you harder in retaliation. His lips are warm, a little chapped, moving fast against yours—hungry, but never rough. He kisses you like he can’t get enough. Like he needs one more, and one more, and then ten more after that.
His hands slide up your back, under your shirt, warm and grounding as they spread over your skin. One of them rests right between your shoulder blades, holding you to him like he’s afraid you’ll float away.
You both pause for a moment—just a moment—to breathe. You’re panting against each other, foreheads touching, and he’s smiling.
“You good?” he asks.
You nod. Then kiss him again—slower this time, deeper.
His hands grip your hips like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered. His mouth moves with yours now in a more deliberate rhythm, slower, thicker with emotion. When your tongue brushes his, he moans softly, the sound muffled against your mouth. He chases you every time you pull away, leaning forward to steal more, more, more.
When you finally pull back, his lips are red and swollen, and his eyes are glazed over.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he breathes.
You laugh—and kiss him again.
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Sugawara :
With Suga, it always starts slow. Romantic. He pulls you into his lap on the couch, wraps a blanket around both of you, and kisses you like it’s the only thing on his schedule. Like the world can wait.
His lips are soft. Gentle. He tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss, and his hand finds your jaw, thumb stroking just under your cheekbone like he’s savoring the feel of you.
You shift in his lap and he lets you, pulling you closer, pressing your chest to his, letting you lean all your weight into him. He kisses you like he’s memorizing you. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just endlessly affectionate.
But then your fingers tangle into his shirt and pull. Just a little.
And something in him flickers.
The kiss deepens, shifts. His hand slides down your spine slowly, and his tongue slips past your lips—exploring, deliberate, slow. You hum softly against his mouth and he smiles through the kiss.
He breaks away only to press tiny, trailing kisses down your jaw, behind your ear, across your neck. Lazy, teasing little brushes of lips that make you melt into him.
“Suga—”
“I know.” His voice is low and warm. “I just want to kiss you everywhere.”
You lose track of time like that. Wrapped in each other, kissing like the world doesn’t need you back yet. His hand holds the back of your head like you’re precious, his mouth moves like a prayer, and your body feels boneless against his.
Every kiss says: I’m yours. I’m here. I’m not letting go.
Kenma becomes obsessive and we should talk about it more.
Obsessed Kenma who when he first met you decided your face is his favorite and he would do anything it takes to see it everyday
Kenma who loves when you yell at him and put him in his place. When you yell at him he just smiles and nods. When you’re done he’s pull you into a hug and kiss your hair.
Kenma who loves when you pull him by his tie when he isn’t social enough during outings and watches you become animated when you go off.
Kenma who follows you around Ulta and ‘checks’ the quality of a lipstick by kissing you.
Kenma who makes you a cup of tea every single night and lays his head on your stomach as you play with his hair without fail.
Kenma who has a massive crush on you even after years of marriage and gets too shy to speak when he sees you dressed up so he leaves post it notes around the house for you to find.
Kenma who litterly loves paying for you. It actually makes him happy knowing you didn’t spend your own money.
Kenma who if he has a trip will kiss you goodbye and triple check you have everything you need and insists that you come with him just in case.
Kenma who loves the way you look in heels and has spent hours watching you try on heels.
Kenma who loves even more how when you complain about how your feet hurt he can pick you up and carry you home.
Kenma who follows every passing request of yours like it’s an order from a General.
“Can you take the trash out soon?”
“Yes ma’am, I’ll do that right now. Anything else?”
Kenma who would sits and watches you do your makeup for hours. It absolutely mesmerizes him and eventually he learns how to do it himself so if you’re in a rush it saves time. He ends up being really good at it.
Kenma who puts his hand on your knee and when you not there his hand still reaches out for you. He accidentally grabbed Kuroo’s knee once.
Kenma who hates when you’re too far away. He’s constantly pulling your chair closer, moving you by the hip, using an arm around the shoulder because you’re just too far away.
Kenma who loves using ‘my wife needs me’ as an excuse to leave when in actuality it’s ’I need my wife.’
