pairing college student!kenma x college student!depressed!reader
wc 1.4k
warnings / tags weird imagery, blood and cuts mentioned, kenma is kind
note pt 1 dizzy by kiiikiii
You stood in an empty field. Grey mountains and green hills blended together as the wind swirled past you.
The smell of a running river and a baked apple pie flooded your senses. You could hear pollen float past you in the whirly wind.
You looked down at your arms, seeing small cuts from the wind. Little droplets of blood came from your arms as you walked in a small circle.
You stayed in place with the mountains and hills towering over you, still walking in that same halo that was getting you nowhere.
You were in a bathtub.
The bright, blue tile nearly blinded your taste buds.
But there was no water, no sink, no toilet, not even a shower curtain or a bathroom rug.
Just the tub, and four human-sized rubber duckies with human legs and arms staring at you. One red, one orange, one yellow, one blue.
You couldn't figure what they wanted, an incredible mask of confusion was placed on your face as you looked at the rubber duckies in deep thought.
In the high-grass field, you no longer walked in circles.
But there was a man in a black suit standing far away from you, in the same field.
Shoulder-length black hair with hints of blond at the ends, gold eyes, pink lips.
The guy who you talked to yesterday. It was the boy of your dreams.
He looked beautiful with the long grass at his feet, the big, blue sky acted as a backdrop.
The wind was blowing fast, as if it was being controlled by something.
He was grinning, showing all of his teeth. Despite his wide, toothy smile, it didn't reach his blank eyes.
You wondered why.
But you didn't get an answer as an incessant beeping came into your ears, you hurriedly rushed to turn off the alarm that wasn't even supposed to be on today. You used the back of your hand to wipe away the drool that was sitting on your cheek.
You looked at the display in front of you, your laptop on a wooden table, pens and mechanical pencils were littered on the table as you had one notebook open.
You had finally managed to make it to the library, only took you about two days to muster up the courage to do so.
Said it yourself, you were trying to catch up on school work before your grades tanked completely but nothing ever goes as planned, for you that is.
The smell of old books and new computers surrounded you as you tried your hardest to concentrate on the schoolwork in front of you. The library walls were all windows, the building was somewhat high so privacy wasn't too much of a concern.
Today was the final day to turn in any work for this week, and you had been too down to complete any of it. Too focused on the political and economic state of the world to fully engage yourself into studying rhetorical analysis techniques.
But you still sat in the corner of the library, determined to do your work so you could go back to your dorm and sleep in. Maybe explain to your part-time job why you hadn't shown up last week.
You were thinking of compelling sentences until you heard something cling against the wooden table.
A tin cylinder, filled to the brim with caffeine.
You looked at the hand that was resting on top of it, slim fingers, you could see his light veins green trail up into his sleeve.
You glanced up to see Kenma, the stranger you saw in your dreams.
And the 'real' boy who talked to you two days ago. You figured that he did well with keeping promises since he upheld this one.
"Hey," Kenma greeted you, relaxed as always.
"Hey," you greeted back.
You felt butterflies creep in your stomach the longer you gazed at him, an unintentional smile crept up on your face as you continued admiring him.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"No, not at all, go ahead." You motioned to the chair in front of you.
Kenma plopped down on the somewhat comfortable chair, placing his backpack down on the carpeted floor.
"What have you been up to these days?" Gold eyes peered into your soul while its mouth moved.
"You say that like we know each other." You glanced to the side, not wanting to maintain eye contact with Kenma.
You didn't like how warm his gaze made you feel.
"Maybe we do." Kenma opened the tin can, and slid it towards you.
"Maybe we don't, I've never seen you around before." You stated.
You grabbed the tin cylinder, the coldness of it made you grimace, the condensation made your hand feel as if someone stabbed it and severed all of your nerves.
"You see me now."
You laughed lightly at his bluntness, it was refreshing to you.
But any human interaction would be refreshing to you, considering you didn't get out much.
"Tell me about yourself, what do you like, why are you going to school." You said, a playful tone to your voice.
"I like playing video games-"
"I can tell."
"How?"
"How you dress, your hair, how you look honestly.." You trailed off, a smile on your face.
Kenma laughed in an effort to seem fake offended, "and I'm going to school for business."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it'll uh help me out with my company and all." He mumbled.
"That's cool," you complimented, blank faced. You didn't pry on what his company did, seeing someone your age so successful made your stomach churn.
It made you feel like you were doing nothing with your life. And in a way you kind of weren't doing anything, but you were at the same time.
"What are you going to school for?" Kenma asked, his eyes caught the light.
You couldn't believe you were witnessing a thing so beautiful, and it was right in front of you. His gold irises looked like mini-suns in the natural light.
"Uh.." You explained what you were going to school for. Majoring in something basic that almost guaranteed a high-paying job, something you wouldn't mind doing until you died.
"Cool, sounds like you'd be good at it." Kenma complimented, still relaxed as the day you ran into him.
The compliment caught you off-guard but you still mustered up a, "thanks, same back to you."
"Thanks," he smirked.
You tried to convince yourself that seeing his teeth did nothing to you, but the sliver of white you saw from his mouth made your brain stop.
Kenma's teeth started to fall out of his mouth one-by-one. Eyes wide as a collection of drool, white, and blood came out of him.
Gold irises looked like a frightened cat, pink lips melted on the table.
"What classes are you taking this semester?" Kenma asked.
As if nothing happened.
Because nothing did happen, it was just your brain trailing off, once again.
"English, math, and some classes related to my major, you?" You answered casually, like your brain wasn't actively out to get you.
"Same, I've actually got Management in a few minutes." Kenma spoke. He seemed so chill, so relaxed.
You envied that.
"Then what are you doing here?" You asked, but it didn't sound like a question. More-so a declaration for the truth, so a question.
But it had more emotion behind it than it should have, especially for it to be directed towards someone you've only known for two days.
"Giving you the drink I promised," Kenma gestured to the drink that was near your laptop.
It was in arms reach for you, yet you still let the condensation from it drip onto the wooden table. Creating a small, wet circle at the bottom of the cylinder.
It was already open, all you had to do was drink from it.
A ticking sound appears in your ear, counting down the seconds until Kenma had to leave to make it to his class on time.
The drink looked back at you, begging for you to take a sip from it.
And you did, you grabbed the tin can and drank its liquid. The cherry-cola flavored battery acid pricked your throat as you gulped it down.
"I'll see you around?" Kenma asked, a small, satisfied smile on his face.
"Yeah," you responded.
You watched as he walked away, weaving his way past bookshelves and wooden tables.
The drink stayed there, and so did you.
You felt the liquid coursing through your veins, an unregulated amount of caffeine flooded your system. Providing you the energy you needed to complete your work.
You wondered if Kenma would come back for you. Probably not today.
So you made a promise to yourself that you would show up to the library tomorrow, in hopes of seeing him again.
You finally moved in with your boyfriend kenma. it was nice since you got to see him everyday, but when only one of you were at the house, it got a bit boring. so you talked to kenma about maybe getting a cat.
he didnt care too much and said “thats fine, we can get one” "really?! when?" he shrugs "maybe next weekend"
currently it was friday a week later. you and kenma were buying cat food, toys, and all the other necessities for a cat because tomorrow, you both are going to the shelter to adopt a cat
"we should get this cute flower cat tree for it!" "yeah its cute" when you both got home kenma built the cat tree and you organized the items. after you both ordered wingstop then went to bed.
when you woke up, kenma was already dressed and sitting at his desk. "morning babe" you look up at him "morning" you push yourself out from the covers and walk over to kenma
"are you ready to get a kitty today?!" "mhm" you lean down to peck his cheek and you walk to your closet. after you got ready, you and kenma went to go find a place to eat breakfast
"ken we should go to that cafe next to the target!" "sure, whatre you gonna get?" "hm... maybe a chai and a croissant?" he nods and keeps driving
after you both ate you went to the local animal shelter. "hi welcome!" "hi!" "do you guys plan on adopting or are you just looking?" "were looking to adopt a cat"
"ok! well then, follow me" you walked into the hallway and saw many cute kitties "whenever you find the one you want to adopt, let me know!" "ok thank you!"
you both looked around at all the kitties and ended up settling on a 2 year old calico cat. "i think we should get her ken!" "yeah shes super cute"
"what should we name her?" "maybe cookie?" "no ken thats basic!" he hums and you two stand there for a bit.
"oh i know! we can name her suki!" "okay" after the whole adoption process you picked her up and put her into her carrier. while kenma was driving you both back, you looked at suki
she looked a bit curious and was sniffing around the edges of the carrier. "ken shes so cute!" "yeah?" when you both got home, he let suki out of her carrier and she started walking around and sniffing everything.
after she explored, she went up to kenma and meowed. “awwe babe shes meowing at you!” kenma was smiling and crouched down to her level “mhm”
kenma was petting her for a bit before she started sniffing you “hi little baby” you reached down to scratch her head lightly. after, she explored the cat tree. “shes really cute”
since it wasnt dinner time yet, kenma decided to sit next to you on the couch while you watched your show. and eventually suki decided to join you guys aswell.
“ken, do you want something here or takeout?” he looked over at you while petting suki “can you make something?” you smile “okay!” while you made a quick dinner, kenma was still on the couch snuggling with suki.
“she really likes you hm?” “yeah” you put the dinner dpwn on the coffee table then sit back down next to kenma.
while you tried to eat suki kept sniffing your food, you laughed “suki you can’t have this baby” she kept nudging your elbow before going to her litterbox.
after you finished eating you fed suki her dinner while kenma washed the dishes. kenma did his usual stream before going to your guys bedroom “hi ken” “hey” you two cuddled before falling asleep, while suki was in her cat tree sleeping aswell.
Catboy!Kenma who gets upset when his chat starts flirting with you. After the stream is over he showers you with attention and his tail sways when you run your fingers through his hair
Catboy!Kenma who loves having you join in on his streams to see his chat talk about how cute you two are
Catboy!Kenma who likes to mess around with your keyboard when you’re working just to bother you
Catboy!Kenma who loves playing video games with you whenever you’re available
Catboy!Kenma who hates going out for morning runs with you and tries to convince you to sleep in
Catboy!Kenma who hates getting himself dirty and showers every time after going out on a run
Catboy!Kenma who gets a bit upset when you try to baby him because he knows he can take care of himself (he appreciates your care)
Catboy!Kenma who once stayed up past 4am gaming so you had to scold him in the morning.
Catboy!Kenma who still complains about his time with Lev, his ears flattening to his head as he remembers what Lev put him through (he’s dramatic)
pairing college student!kenma x college student!depressed!reader
wc 1.2k
warnings / tags reader is going through a tough time, subway crush kenma, stranger kenma, reader lives in nyc, tiny bit of angst, kenma is kind
note going through something so i wrote this inspired by my feelings + dizzy by kiiikiii
You had a weird dream last night.
You were on the subway, but there was only one other person on the train cart.
You were both on opposite sides of the cart, you were sitting down at the end of a bench while they were standing.
It was a boy your age, he had shoulder-length black hair with blond tips, and he stood far away from you, his body pressing against the silver exit door. One of his ears was exposed as his hair was messily tucked behind it, you could see all of the silver piercings that adorned his ear.
But that wasn't the weird part.
It was that his striking, gold eyes were staring straight at you. Like how a cat stares at a human, trying to deem them trustworthy.
His eyes were wide, watching you like you stole something from him.
And there was music playing, unsettling jazz music.
But the notes were starting to sound a lot like your morning alarm.
And then you realized it was your morning alarm.
You opened your eyes to see your bedroom, no longer in your dreaming state. Instead you were back in reality, even though you didn't want to be.
You figured that it was time to get ready for your first, and only class of the day. English Composition 101 since you were beginning your college journey.
You brushed your teeth, took a quick shower, and decided to drink something that would wake you up. Your outfit today was nothing extraordinary, something that was presentable enough to get you through the day.
You made your way out of your high-rise dormitory and into the underground subway with your backpack on your back.
You did this everyday, the only deviation from the ordinary was that you had different classes on different days and occasionally you tried out a new restaurant when you could afford it.
For the most part, you were a broke college student. You don't know why you decided to go to school in New York City, you knew it was going to be expensive but it was the city of your dreams. You had told everyone from your hometown that you were going. You hoped that moving out of that mundane town would lift your mood and make you sound more interesting.
But it didn't. You were depressed at home, and now you were depressed in New York. A melancholy mood was nothing new to you, eventually you learned to deal with your default, desolate mood unless something made you uniquely upset.
After a brief blur, you found yourself sitting on the end seat of a subway seat. People of different backgrounds filled the crowded train cart. The doors were still open, telling people that they were available for entry.
Your eyes naturally followed anything that moved and a man of average height walked in, standing right across from you. He casually grabbed one of the silver bars that the train provided and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. He had on a black hoodie with dark, blue jeans. And he had a backpack, carrying all of his belongings.
He was the man of your dreams.
He was the man you saw in your dreams, actually.
Your eyes widened at the possibility of something you imagined coming to life. Or maybe he had always existed, and you didn't realize it.
You snuck glances at him throughout the ride, his face was so beautiful you couldn't believe that he was actually real. His blank, gold eyes stared at his phone as he was wearing wired earphones, you wondered what kind of music he listened to.
You lifted your eyes from your phone, convincing yourself that this was going to be the last glance you snuck at him. You stared in his direction, trying to admire his face.
And instead you got gold, striking eyes staring holes into your soul.
You quickly looked back at your phone and tried to pretend nothing happened. But you still felt his heavy gaze on you. His eyes felt like an anvil had fallen on top of you, and it was actively crushing your lungs.
You wanted to talk to him. But you didn't have much luck with guys, even less luck than with guys you actually found attractive.
So you decided not to act on your wants. You allowed the cycle to continue, doing nothing to deviate from your oppressively sad norm.
You got off at your stop, trying your best not to look back to see if the stranger was getting off at your stop as well.
You walked up the stairs that led to fresh air, the bright blue sky greeted you as you walked into the city.
But you didn’t make it far as you felt something tap your shoulder, a finger.
You turned around to hear an unfamiliar voice, "hey, you left this on the subway."
You looked to see what the stranger was holding, your water bottle.
You looked to see who they were, and it was him.
The stranger of your dreams, and the cute guy from the subway.
"Thank you," you were taken aback by his Samaritan action, but you weren’t sure if your gratitude came across as genuine.
"You're welcome." He said, relaxed.
You stood there for a few seconds, not saying anything, just looking at each other. You noticed he had an eyebrow piercing, something you hadn't seen in your dream.
He did something you didn't expect, he decided to speak more. "I don't wanna come across as weird but uh.. where are you headed?"
Your eyes widened a little bit, a cute guy asking where you were going. Someone was interested in you, it felt like you were dreaming all over again. You started to feel lightheaded, dizzy, but you managed to ground yourself in reality.
"Class, I go to Tooru University," you informed him. "Where are you headed?"
"I go there too, I've got math in a few minutes. You?"
"English." You responded curtly.
His smile was soft, but toothy. He came across as a little snarky to you though.
"I'm Kenma," he introduced himself. "Do you like energy drinks?"
"Sometimes." You looked around, not because you were trapped in conversation but because his stare was somehow more intense than it was in your dream. It was starting to make you nervous.
Kenma looked like he was figuring something out, but not in a way to where he looked confused. But as if he was putting puzzle pieces together.
"If I ever see you in the library, I'll buy you one, sometime." Kenma offered, still sounding as laid-back as ever.
And then Kenma walked off, joining the swarm of people walking around the city. You kept your eyes on him until he finally disappeared from your sight.
You didn't have the heart to tell him that you barely left your dorm room these days, you were still trying to figure out where you found the courage to go to class today.
But you'd try to make it to the library this week, not just in hopes of making a new friend.
But for yourself too.
❥ 나잖아 twist of fate , real or dream? i can't tell.
synopsis after your 'situationship' goes back to his home country, japan, you're left wondering if you two will still be together. until your manager gets you some job opportunities in tokyo, the city kenma lives in. what will happen after you reunite? do happy endings truly exist?
pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader
wc 11.8k ( lol )
warnings / tags mdni!! FLUFFF, tiny bit of angst, smut, reuniting, yearning (?), kenma is lowk crazy, cute date, reader doesn't speak or read japanese, heartfelt confession, morning/sleepy intercourse, dacryphilla if you squint rlly hard, protection used, spit used as lube, f!receiving oral, missionary, doggy, lots of praise, baby/princess/good girl/pretty girl used as pet names for reader during smut, kenma spanks reader once, he kind of makes you beg for it, condescending kenma if you squint, kuroo and yaku appearance, might not be all that grounded in reality but wtv lmfao, kenma and reader are in love, reader is a working girl, tiny bit of ooc kenma, (name) used as reader insert, reader and kenma text
note part one and part two are here if you want additonal background context but i think this can kind of be read as a stand alone. i've never written anything this long before so i hope you enjoy every word! ( and every moment spent with kenma )
You gazed into Kenma's eyes, despite the commotion happening around you. White flashes clouded your vision as the clicks of cameras flooded your ears. Constant shouting and yelling for just a glimpse of your face all started to blend together in a distasteful symphony. The airport you were in was nearly as white as the flashes coming from the cameras, making it difficult for your eyes to stay open. You were wearing your most comfortable outfit, yet another one of your casual fits soon-to-be trending after the paparazzi got back to their offices to print and upload photos of you saying goodbye to Kenma.
His time in LA had come to a sad end, he couldn't stay with you any longer without risking his company somewhat falling apart. That and Japan was his homebase for all of his work, and you didn’t want to keep him from working. You had to let Kenma go, even though you didn’t want to.
You saw the bittersweetness in Kenma’s cat-like eyes, grateful for being able to meet you and get to know you, upset that he had to leave you.
"I'll miss you, a lot." He confessed, standing as close to you as possible, hoping you'd be able to hear his soft voice against the brash yelling in the background.
"I'll miss you too," you tried your best to keep your voice from breaking, but despite being a world-famous actress, you weren't very good at masking your raw emotions. "You'll text me everyday?"
"You know I will," Kenma reassured you as he pulled you in for a big, comforting hug. "I'll call you everyday actually." His tearful eyes made your stomach churn.
You didn't like seeing Kenma like this, sad. He was a chill guy for the most part, his real personality shining whenever he started talking about something he was passionate about, or whenever he was speaking to you or one of his friends. Despite being reserved, Kenma smiled a lot, and was snarky at times but it was endearing coming from him. To see him so melancholy was like drowning in a river where the coursing water insisted on crashing over your head.
"I don't wanna promise anything," his voice cracked, "but I don't plan on being over there too long."
"Are you going to come back here?" Your eyes filled with curiosity and hope, you knew what Kenma meant by that. He was going to come back to visit you. But you couldn't shake the feeling that he was trying to hide something from you.
"Sometime soon, I hope." Kenma cleared his throat, annoyed that trying to fight back his tears was causing his voice to be hoarse.
You were a smart person, you knew not to get your hopes up over a man. But Kenma was different. Not that he was the exception to that rule, but you hoped that he was. For only knowing each other for three weeks, you knew that this had to be love or a sick infatuation with each other.
But whatever you were feeling for Kenma, it was real.
And your presence was all Kenma wanted, he didn't want to leave you. He craved to be by your side, but he was an adult, a rational thinker. So he had to go back home to take care of some unfinished business before heading back to you.
Throughout all of the flashes and yelling and your security guards preventing fans from asking to take photos with you, Kenma held you in a tight embrace until the electronic lady came over the speaker.
"Flight 5505 is now boarding." Rang out over the speaker.
Kenma let you go, and gave you one last look before he started to walk towards the long hallway that led to the plane. Other passengers were already scanning their tickets.
"I'll call you!" Kenma shouted, needing to make sure you heard his voice over all of the noise.
"I hope you do!" Is what you shouted back as you watched him walk away.
Your security detail formed a circle around you, preventing paparazzi from taking pictures of the hot, salty tears streaming down your face. You watched Kenma’s figure get smaller and smaller until you couldn't see him anymore.
You don't remember how you ended up in your chauffeur's car since everything after seeing Kenma disappear was a harsh blur.
But you remembered the scenery of the blue sky and white clouds through the tinted car window. Listening to whatever sad song your manager put on, you don't think it was intentional that she put on a song that would heighten your emotions. But it certainly didn't help as you sobbed in the backseat of the luxurious car, phone in your hand as you scrolled your socials.
Your eyes drilled holes at the pictures of you and Kenma standing together in the airport. Scrolling through all of the videos of you walking with Kenma brought you an odd sense of comfort.
Cars, hills of green, skies of blue, and clouds of white whipped past you as the car you were in continued down the highway. Your manager, Mei, didn't say anything to you in fear of saying the wrong thing. It was silent for the rest of the car ride, besides the songs with lyrics that punched hard at your weak body. It felt as if the songs that were playing had something personally against you, they wanted to see you crumble.
Tears eventually stopped streaming down your face, allowing you to finally rest. After seeing hundreds of photos and videos of you and Kenma flood your timeline, you felt oddly satisfied. You didn't know what made you feel satisfied or whole again, but you were okay after seeing you two together. Something about seeing different angles of your goodbye to each other made you feel assured that he was going to come back, it'd be a shame if he didn't.
[kenma]
hey (name), i’m about to take off and i just wanted to thank you. for everything, these past three weeks have been amazing and they wouldn’t have been if you weren’t by my side. i’ll miss you a lot, and it’ll be difficult to call with the timezone but i’ll try, just for you ;)
You didn’t respond to the sweet text, too consumed by your own emotions to give him a proper reply back. But you were going to say something to Kenma eventually, reassuring him that the feelings were mutual, that you truly did care.
"(Name)!" You heard your manager's voice calling your name, seeking you out.
"I'm over here!" You were sitting in a chair in front of a beautiful set. You were in a garden for yet another campaign. They wanted to do a nature photoshoot with you, something about you having a face that looked better next to deer and butterflies is what the creative director had told you.
You sat in a full-face of makeup with your hair in the cutest style and an interesting array of clothes on you. You were picture-perfect ready, besides the fact that you were on your phone.
[kenma]
(photo) a cat i found earlier
[you]
aren’t you supposed to be asleep kenma?
that cat is so cute though, does she have a name?
[kenma] she’s almost as cute as you lol
shop owner said her said is miko
she was very sweet
[you]
i wish i was there rn omg
[kenma]
i do too
how’s the shoot going?
[you]
it’s not going at all rn actually, we haven’t started yet
"I know you're in the middle of a shoot right now but-" your manager started.
[you]
hold on i’ll text you back rq it’s mei
[kenma]
k
"-Can't be in the middle of something that hasn't started." You rolled your eyes, annoyed at how long it was taking for them to finish setting up the lighting. The lighting that was supposed to be done by the time you had left hair and makeup, which was 15 minutes ago.
"Okay don't get snippy with me." Mei narrowed her eyes on you.
"I wasn't trying to." You shrugged, still not looking her in the eyes. You weren't mad at your manager, she and you both knew that. You were mad because your patience was running thin and you were missing a certain boytoy.
"Your ‘wonderful’ agency managed to get you some deals overseas, you're gonna film some ads over in Japan and do promotion for your upcoming show there."
"Are you serious?" You perked up, your first thought being that you'd finally be able to travel for work that wasn’t for another fashion photoshoot.
"Where do I get off lying to you?" She asked, the smirk evident in her voice.
"Remember when you said that they were inviting me to fashion week in Milan?"
She just laughed in your face with that mischievous look on her’s, "I didn't think you would've taken me seriously back then!"
"I did."
"Okay okay anyway, you're gonna do some food commercials, I think, shoot an ad for a water bottle and probably do something for a Japanese fitness brand, a few variety shows and then you'll be right back to LA."
"How long will I be over there for you?" You wondered, already making plans with Kenma in your head.
"Two weeks at most, maybe a little less than three if you wanted to vacation over there." She swiftly informed you, starting to reach for her phone that was in her back pocket.
All you did was smile at your lap, now too shy to face her. "That's.. a good schedule actually."
"And it fits in perfectly with you starting to film for that show anyway, you'll be on set the week you get back."
"So barely any time to recover from jet lag?"
"You'll manage, I'll be back. I've gotta take this call but call me when you're done with this ‘photoshoot’ and I'll come back to pick you up." Your manager patted you on your shoulder, much to the dismay of your stylist and she walked off of the set. Off to go do what she does best, which is manage you and yell at your acting agent.
You were now itching with excitement, thrilled at the idea of being close to Kenma once again. You figured you were going to surprise him instead of telling him about your long awaited arrival.
[kenma]
has the shoot started yet?
[you]
you wouldn’t believe how long it’s taking them to set up some shit that should have already been ready, it’s so hot out
[kenma]
well hopefully it’ll be soon
I’m about to start streaming so just let me know when you’re done, we can call :)
[you]
you should be asleep kenma
isn’t it like 4am for you
[kenma]
early morning rank stream lol
plus you know i can’t sleep without hearing your voice first
A smile crept up on your like it was an instinct, Kenma’s flirting had that effect on you.
[you]
okayy ill ttyl
[kenma]
see ya :)
The excitement was still coursing throughout your body, you bounced your leg to soothe yourself. Much to the dismay of your stylist. Kenma always managed to make you feel happier than what you thought was humanly possible, it took you everything not to fall out of your chair from his seemingly simple actions.
But you had no more time to daydream about reuniting with Kenma as the set director yelled that they were finally finished and it was time to do what you did best.
Big, white flashes clouded your vision once again as you tried to navigate your way out of the foreign airport and into the car that was to take you to your hotel for your short stay. This time, you weren't sure if you felt less or more overwhelmed because you couldn't understand what the paparazzi were saying this time. Your ears were now flooded with words you couldn’t make out, it was similar to your time in Sweden. Luckily, your headphones helped you calm down as you were trying your best to concentrate on listening to your favorite song.
You gripped onto your suitcase tightly, wanting to quickly leave the enclosed space that the mass of people created. The mass of warmth and flesh that accumulated all because of your presence. Sometimes, you couldn't process that you were just so famous that a whole herd of people would come to see you walk through an airport.
But you appreciated the fame, it gave you an opportunity to secure roles that you actually wanted to perform.
The starry night sky greeted you as you made your way to the car, thanks to the help of your security team.
And thanks to the brands that were sponsoring you, your hotel and flight were both paid for. Another reason why you appreciated being famous, you were able to get a lot of stuff for free.
The car that was going to take you to your lavish hotel was black with clear windows. As you sat down on the comfortable seats, you saw more bright flashes of white.
The winning-shot of you sitting with your sunglasses on and your headphones in, looking out of the car window, was guaranteed to be '(name)'s fanclub' profile picture tomorrow.
No longer did green hills whip past you, but now tall, lit-up buildings did. You appreciated almost instantly being in the city instead of having to sit in a car for hours on end to reach some form of civilization.
[manager mei mei mei]
Heads up, your hotel keycard should be on your phone, not sure if they'll give you a physical. and they should speak english at the hotel you're going to, so don't worry too much about dealing with the language barrier. i'm having dinner with the creative director for one of your shoots along with the photographer, knew you didn't want to go so i just told them you'd be jet lagged. rest up you've got some long weeks ahead of you. and tell me when you’re gonna venture off to find your prince. do it before shooting starts, you have two days."
You smiled at the message, grateful for your manager's kindness. You decided to reply back, letting her know that you were now safely sitting in the impressive hotel lobby. You could see the flashes of light from the corner of your eye, but you tried your best to pay them no mind as you replied.
[you]
thanks boss 🫡 and i'm not thatt jet lagged i literally feel like a brand new person
don't drink too much tonight we both know how you get off of two shots.
and my prince and i will be just fine don't worry about me too much
You clicked send as soon as you typed the last letter. You grabbed your two suitcases, one larger-than-life, the other one just for travel convenience, and you made your way to your hotel room. Your security detail still clinging to your side.
They left when you opened the door to your room though, off to go find where they’d be staying within the hotel.
The view from your room was incredible, it wasn't too high but it wasn't too low, so you were able to see all of the buildings and all of the people walking around the vibrant city. The dark sky couldn't dim the city with the surplus of light coming from buildings and cars. Various advertisements of celebrities or people you didn't recognize nearly flooded your vision as long screens were on the sides of the taller buildings.
You decided that it was time to get ready for bed as you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow, you weren't going to shoot anything yet but you still wanted to explore the city. Maybe show up at Kenma's place and surprise him with your presence.
But there were going to be no surprises as your arrival in Japan had already made its way to Kenma.
"dude your girl is in japan"
"her outfit at the airport was so cute!"
"are we gonna get a reuniting stream orrr"
"What are you guys talking about.." Kenma grumbled, wondering if his fans were playing a prank on him.
He had just finished beating a weirdly impossible level of the game he was playing for the stream, Kenma had figured his game may have glitched because historically this level wasn't hard at all. But he brushed it off, still somewhat happy he beat it.
But now the black-haired man had to deal with a flood of comments talking about his crush being near him. If anyone was to ask who missed each other more, it’s easily Kenma missing you more. You weren't too concerned with keeping up with everything little thing that he was doing because you two practically kept constant communication with each other despite the time-zone difference.
Kenma’s fans easily picked up on how he was always on his phone whenever he went out with his friends, or how he always mentioned you while streaming now. Whether it was talking about something he saw that reminded him of you or whenever his chat mentioned you.
Scrolling through all of your accounts before he went to sleep became a nighttime ritual, he wouldn't have to do this if you were by his side though. Kenma wouldn't have to think about you while he showered, his hand reaching to stroke his dick while memories of how you looked underneath him circulated his mind.
He wouldn't have to keep pausing his stream whenever you texted him or sent an innocent picture behind-the-scenes whenever you went off to do another interview or had a photoshoot. All it took was three weeks for Kenma to nearly lose his mind over you.
And now he had to deal with his fans joking about your presence being in the same country as him, after three weeks of being away from each other, physically.
"If you guys are lying to me I'm not gonna stream tomorrow." Kodzuken said firmly, letting his chat know that there were going to be consequences for their actions, playing with Kenma's heart strings.
Speaking of his heart though, it did start to race when he saw your name and being in Japan pop up throughout his chat. Kenma's breathing started to quicken at the possibility of you being a 15-minute walk away instead of a 12-hour flight. But there was just no way you'd be in Japan with a schedule as busy as yours, right?
"I'll be right back, five minute break, and then we'll get back to 20/20 mode." Kodzuken informed his watchers.
Pausing the stream and putting his 'Stream starting soon' screen back on, he turned off his cameras and whipped out his phone. Opening his phone app to call you, luckily it was only 23:00 (11pm) for Kenma, so it would have been 07:00 am for you. And you were usually up at that time getting ready for a long day of schedules, but since Kenma didn't take that many breaks while streaming you usually never spoke to each other at this time.
But he was calling you now, and hoping on everything that you would pick up. The ringing from his phone droned in his ears as he waited for you to pick up. It felt like his phone rang forever, but Kenma figured that waiting an eternity for you wasn't an issue.
Then all of a sudden, the phone stopped ringing, replaced with a quick sound and a soft voice speaking out, "hello..?"
"(Name)??"
"Kenma, mm how are you..?" You groggily asked, wondering why he was calling you so late at night. You had finished brushing your teeth and taking a shower, putting on a pajama set that was as comfortable as it was cute. You were two seconds away from some of the best sleep in your life, until it was rudely interrupted.
"Where are you right now?" Kenma tried his hardest to sound casual, but he came off as panicked. But you had no idea what he could possibly be worried about.
Not thinking about wanting to surprise him as sleepily clouded your mind, you murmured, "I'm in Tokyo right now.. I was about to sleep..."
"..." You didn't hear a response as Kenma was in a state of shock.
You were both rich so booking a plane ticket was no big deal, but it was inconvenient as how you both earned your money required you to stay in your respective cities. And you two worked so often, it was difficult to find any solid free time in those three weeks that you were away from each other.
Hell, the only reason why you were in Japan right now was because your manager found work for you there.
"Are you serious?" Kenma asked, his cat-like eyes were so wide nobody would have believed it if they saw them like this.
"Yeah, my manager managed to get me a room at the Ritz, isn't that something.." Kenma would've passed out if he saw your sleepy smile, too smitten by your natural allure.
"Send me your location, I'm coming over."
"What-?" You were cut off by Kenma hanging up the phone. You removed your phone from your ear, your eyes tried their best to adjust to the bright light that stood out in the dark room. You adjusted the brightness on your phone before you sent Kenma your location, setting your phone back down while you continued laying on your comfortable pillow. Awaiting his next moves.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna have to end the stream early, something came up so I, uh, I have to go. Sorry about this. I hope you all have a good night, or day, or wherever you are right now." Kenma abruptly ended his stream and went straight to his front door. Throwing on some comfortable shoes before taking his phone out of his pocket to see if you had sent him your location.
Kenma stumbled out of his front door, he saw that you weren’t that far away from him. Only a 15-minute drive as he lived right outside of the Roppongi district, he decided that he would take the train instead as it would make for an easier commute.
Kenma wanted to be near you as soon as possible, so he ran to the train station. He could feel his skin crawling in anticipation as he excitedly waited to reunite with you.
So once the train made it to the stop Kenma needed to get off at, he booked it to the streets of Tokyo. Weaving his way through the drunk nightlifers. But he finally made his way to the luxurious hotel you were staying in.
You heard a knock at your door, an unusually soft one. You rubbed your eyes before sitting up on your bed, then you made your way to the heavy door. You were still sleepy, but your anxiousness for Kenma's arrival woke you up just enough to function.
"Kenma?" You softly called out, hoping that it was him on the other side of the door.
"(Name)?" Kenma called back.
You smiled as you unlocked the door and pulled the silver handle down, seeing black-haired streamer.
The air in your lungs got knocked out of you as Kenma pulled you into the tightest hug imaginable, your body was squished up against Kenma's as he wrapped his arms around you.
"Fuck I missed you so much baby." Kenma walked you towards your bed, still embracing each other as you laid down on top of him.
"I miss you too," you smiled brightly, no longer sleepy as being reunited with Kenma woke you up.
Neither of you realized how comfortable your bodies were with each other, how you two practically melted into each other as you gazed into each other's eyes. Kenma's golden eyes welled up at the thought of your presence being one with his, he was so happy to see you he was forgetting how to breathe.
The only light that was reaching your room was the reflection of the bright lights the city had to offer, and the lamp that was lit up in your room. You were so close to Kenma that light wouldn't have mattered, you saw his face clearly, even in the dim lighting.
"I don't think I can be away from you for that long ever again," Kenma breathed out, finally starting to catch his breath.
You didn't know what to say, or how to express your own thoughts about being away from Kenma, so you nodded to replace your words.
Kenma just hugged you tighter, pressing your body further into his. You couldn't feel the soft mattress anymore due to being on top of Kenma, but he could feel it and was pretty satisfied by it. But he was more satisfied with being with you again, physically. It was like a cat reuniting with its owner after its owner went away on a trip, the cat clueless on where the owner went or when it would return.
But the cat knew that it would wait forever for its owner's long-awaited arrival.
Kenma pressed his soft, pink lips to yours. Your lips moved together as Kenma's hands found your waist.
As his rather cold hands gripped your waist, you brought your hands to his neck. Your fingers started to play with the hairs placed on the back of his head, Kenma whined at this sensation.
"I missed you so, so much," he mumbled before flipping you over.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, your legs were perfectly spread for Kenma to be between them. Your lips continued to crash together as Kenma started to grind on you, the feeling from friction made his body tingle. His nostrils flared as he breathed in, smelling your intoxicating, sweet scent.
"I missed you more," you smiled into the kiss, finally being able to put your racing thoughts into a coherent sentence.
"I don't think that's possible," Kenma teased.
"Mm it definitely is," you protested him.
"Is not." Kenma insisted.
"Is." You asserted.
"Is nott."
"Is."
"Is not."
"Fine, you win, just kiss me again." You groaned, giving Kenma the win.
Kenma smirked before pressing his lips against yours once again.
After kissing and grinding on each other for which felt like forever, you finally laid down. Your heads rested gently on the cushiony pillows. You were facing each other, you were so close to Kenma's sweet face, you could feel his breathing.
"How have you been?" Kenma whispered, not wanting to disturb the balance of the room.
"I've been good," you answered.
"I'm happy that you're here, but.. why didn't you tell me that you were coming?" Kenma tried his best not to fumble his words, he didn't want to come off as intimidating or that he didn't want you here. But he was curious about your sudden arrival.
"I’m doing promo here but I only accepted them to see you, Kenma. I was planning on surprising you but then you called me and.." You were as honest as you could be, being fully transparent with the cat-like man in front of you.
"What are you gonna be doing while you're here?" His ears perked up, curious on what your schedule is going to look like while you're in Tokyo.
"A variety show, and I'll be doing some photoshoots for two.. yeah two commercials and three magazines."
"So you’re gonna be busy," Kenma murmured.
"Yeah I will be, but I'm free tomorrow and the day after that." You mumbled softly.
"So I'll take you out on a date tomorrow, show you around." Kenma's lips curved into a tired smile.
"I guess so." You giggled at his soft smile, his face looked so squish-able at this moment. "What about you, what does your schedule look like this week?"
"Streaming and I've got a few meetings this week but nothing I can't put off for you."
Kenma’s flirting didn't affect you as you really thought about what he said, "I don't want you to miss work because of me Kenma..."
"I'd rather spend my days with you than working so, don't feel bad about it, okay?" He reassured you, placing his hand on your arm and rubbing it soothingly.
You hesitated to nod your head, but you did so anyway, "okay."
You didn’t really feel like this was the right moment to tell Kenma that you didn’t agree, you liked him, definitely. But you haven’t known each other for that long and your career was more important to you than any man could be. You knew that down the line you should tell him that your career meant more to you than him, you just weren’t sure when.
Kenma yawned, looking more cat-like than ever.
"You're sleepy already?" You teased.
"I guess so," Kenma grinned. You could see that loving glint in his eyes. His gold irises were filled to the brim with adoration, and it was all for you.
Your eyes eventually closed. You fell asleep in Kenma's serene embrace.
Kenma was excitedly waiting for tomorrow. Ready to take you out for a day in the city.
But until then, you laid asleep in each other's arms, pleased with finally being reunited. You couldn't feel it as you were asleep, but your bodies grew a little closer that night.
The sound of running water coming from the sink filled your ears as you brushed your teeth. Kenma returned to his home to grab a change of clothes, so it was just you in your beautiful hotel room for the time being. As you continued brushing your teeth, feeling the minty flavor spread throughout your mouth, you started to ponder about how your date with Kenma might go.
And while you were showering, doing everything that you would to prepare for a date. The warm water hitting your skin as you picked your brain for any and all possible scenarios.
You thought about how Kenma might take you walking around town, just seeing the sights of a new city alongside Kenma would be enough for you. You'd have the excitement of exploring a new place while being around someone familiar, who wouldn't enjoy that?
You also considered the option that Kenma would take you around to try some local food, although the district you were staying in was pretty high-class so while the food might be authentic, it'd be 'rich' authentic food and you weren't sure if you were down for that.
And since it was still morning, your brain reached the conclusion that Kenma would take you to the beach or even shopping.
There were just so many possibilities and you were starting to get overwhelmed just thinking about it. But the clouds in your mind dispersed as you turned off the shower.
You finished doing your after-shower routine and put on some lounge clothes. You wanted to make sure you had your hair and makeup done before putting together an outfit, a little different from your usual routine but you wanted to make sure you looked good today.
The mid-morning sun made its way into your luxurious room as you opened the curtains, wanting to let in more natural light. Little bits of sunlight managed its way into your room even though the clouds tried their best to protect you from the shining rays.
You sat down at the vanity that was conveniently placed in your room and got to work. You went with your regular 'getting ready' routine and did your hair and makeup to your liking. Afterwards, you rummaged through your suitcase to see the outfits you had planned.
You put on a cute but casual outfit. You wore a mix of items from the brands that sponsored you, this outfit was destined to be another iconic fashion moment of yours.
To the general public and your die-hard fans, your fashion sense was something refreshing in the current climate.
Before you finished slipping on your shoes, you heard a firm knock at your door. Not thinking, you called out, "who is it?"
"Guess." The familiar voice made you grin ear-to-ear as you made your way to the door.
You opened the hotel room door to see Kenma on the other side.
"Wow you look.. amazing," Kenma complimented you, adoration swirling around in his gold eyes.
"Thank you, you look good too!" You complimented back, there were practically hearts in your eyes as you eyed Kenma's outfit. Something similar, but it still brought out his attractiveness.
"Are you ready to go?" Kenma asked, looking around in your room.
"Yeah come in, I just need to finish gathering some things and then I'll be ready!" You rambled.
You started to tidy up your hotel room a little bit, not wanting to come back to a dirty room after your date. You decided to take a bag with you, one that your favorite brand gifted to you after yet another successful campaign.
As you walked side-by-side with Kenma in the hotel hallway, you realized how close you were. Your hands were brushing up on each other by the time you reached the elevator. Kenma pressed the button and then you two stood there waiting for the elevator to reach your floor.
"So what do you have planned for today?" You wondered aloud, curious about what your day in Tokyo was going to look like.
“A few different things, take you around town to see what you’ll like.” Kenma smiled slyly, but you knew that there was no malice hidden behind his state.
His gold eyes gazed into yours, you could feel your heart starting to race at the intense eye contact.
Ding!
But the elevator came to your rescue, Kenma guided you inside the elevator like a gentleman. It was quiet in the elevator. The only thing you could hear was your labored breathing and the soft sound of metal clanking together as the elevator made its slow descent down. You felt the difference in elevation as it made its way down to the ground.
But the eyes that were burning hearts into you noticed that you seemed nervous, arguably for no reason.
Kenma moved his hand impossibly closer to yours, clasping his hand around yours, interlocking your fingers together. Binding you to him.
You looked over at him, and all Kenma had for you was that soft, but sly smile. A look of reassurance, that everything was okay, that it was going to work out. That liking him wasn’t going to be a mistake.
His expression eased any worries you had, finally able to feel comfortable enough to fully enjoy this date.
"Did you eat any breakfast yet?" Kenma softly asked.
"Uh no, I didn't. Wanted to save my appetite for today." You spoke, informing him about your empty stomach.
Kenma, personally, didn't care if he ate. He didn't think about food that often as he just didn’t have much of an appetite. But he cared if you ate, and considering how busy you were going to be these next few days. Kenma wanted to make sure that you were properly fueling yourself.
Even if Kenma had found it overbearing when Kuroo basically forced him to eat when they were in high school together.
"This hotel has some good restaurants." Kenma calmly suggested.
"I was wondering if you'd take me somewhere a little more local?"
Kenma smirked at your comment, "I've got a place I can take you."
He took you to the train station, and Kenma told you that you could just ride to Shibuya since the Roppongi district might not have what you were looking for.
You managed to walk through the train station normally, no one recognizing you. And if they did, they didn’t walk up to you. But considering that it was 10am in the morning, most of the people who were at the train station this early were workers or the elderly. But it is the weekend so you saw a little bit of the younger crowd as well.
"Do you usually take the train to get around?" You asked, looking at Kenma as you sat down on the subway seats.
"I prefer to but I drive to,” Kenma explained, looking at you as he made himself comfortable. Slinging an arm around your shoulders.
"I would think someone like you would prefer the privacy their car has to offer." You grinned, acknowledging Kenma’s introverted nature.
"The trains are more convenient," Kenma shrugged. “How about you, what do you prefer?”
You answered, and the conversation went from there. Discussing which flights you’ve been on, sites that you’ve seen while travelling, and discovering why Kenma liked apple pie so much.
“So where are we going?” You wondered as the train was still moving.
“Shibuya, there’s a lot of stuff to do there, they have good food too, I think you’ll like it.” Kenma said, relaxed as he squeezed your shoulder with his hand.
All you could do was smile at his consideration.
The train finally made it to your stop and Kenma held your hand as you two got off of the train and made your way to a late-morning Shibuya. The sound of cars and chatter filled your ears as you stepped onto the grey concrete.
"Wow.." Is what you said as you looked at the city in awe, tall buildings and busy streets. Nothing you weren’t used to, but you were on the other side of the world, so it was fascinating to look at.
“Breakfast is ending soon, let’s go before it’s over.” Kenma held your hand as he guided you towards one of the many restuarants in the city. You tried to stay as close to Kenma as possible throughout the crowded streets filled with workers, families, and other tourists.
As you approached the front of the restaurant Kenma was talking about, you heard a squeal from your left side. You and Kenma turned your heads in that direction to see a small group of teenaged girls approaching you.
They were saying something but you didn't quite understand since you didn't speak Japanese, but they were smiling at you though so you smiled and waved back as they got closer to you and Kenma.
"They're saying they're happy to meet you." Kenma informed you..
"Ohh, could you tell them that I'm glad to see them as well? Can we take a picture?"
"Yeah," Kenma nodded before translating your message to the girls.
You took individual selfies with each of the girls, doing various cute poses. And then Kenma took the final picture of all of you as they crowded around you in a big hug, the busy streets were your backdrop.
You said goodbye to the girls the best you could after Kenma told you how to and they walked away beaming, glad to meet someone that they admired.
"That was cute," you said. The interaction already brightens your day.
"Yeah, it was." Kenma smiled while opening the door for you.
The smell of delicious food hit your face as you walked into the establishment, a majority of the table seats were filled as waiters waltzed around the dining room.
Kenma spoke to the host as you stood beside him. Eventually, you sat down at a table. You sat across from Kenma as you were handed menus. You told Kenma what you wanted and he ended up ordering for the both of you.
Your waiter brought your drinks out first, and you took pictures of you, Kenma, and the drink. Deciding to do various cute poses with the drink, and you tried to encourage Kenma to do the same. He tried his best but it didn’t come out the way you envisioned it.
The waiter came back after a good conversation with Kenma, and your food smelt delicious. You tasted the food, the warm flavors melted on your tongue as you listened to Kenma talk about the video game he was playing for his stream.
"But there's this mode I can't beat, yet anyway. It's annoying too because it's nothing I haven't been able to beat before but I think there's something going on with the coding in the game or maybe I just don’t have the rhythm of it down yet." Kenma ranted to you, you just smiled at his rant. Finding him adorable when he got upset.
"I've been watching so, I think you'll figure it out soon." You said sweetly, hoping to encourage him.
But that's not what Kenma heard, at least somewhat, "you've been watching?"
"Whenever I can but not all of the time." You said causally, not paying any attention to how Kenma's face started to turn visibly a light shade of pink.
Kenma didn't respond, just stared at you with heart eyes. Not being able to pay attention to the food he had ordered as he was too focused on worrying about his crush watching his streams.
"H-how's your food?" Kenma stumbled out, the words falling from his mouth didn't sound as cool as he wanted them to.
"It's really good! I see why you wanted us here before breakfast ended." You giggled before continuing to take some more bites out of your food.
“I’m glad you like it,” Kenma smiled, deciding to take his own photo of you mid-bite.
You two left the restaurant eventually, your leftovers were stashed in the same bag as Kenma's food. Kenma insisted on carrying the bag, not wanting you to have anything in your hands, but he didn't say that part aloud.
And for the next three hours, you spent it walking around and talking to Kenma. Conversation with him flowed naturally, as it always did. His dry humor always managed to make you laugh. You also got a bit of a history lesson whenever you passed by something Kenma knew about.
And of course, both you and him got stopped pretty often in the streets of Shibuya. Whether it was for autographs or pictures, you even got to sign photocards of yourself, which you did not know existed. Kenma also had his fair share of taking photos with fans and signing whatever they wanted him to sign. The afternoon sun beating on you while you stood there waiting for Kenma to wrap up yet another fan interaction.
He returned to your side, muttering, "I need to start wearing sunglasses.."
You found the joy in his grumbling, not really being able to take him seriously as a fan gifted him a Chiikawa headband that he was currently wearing.
You pulled out your phone to take a picture of Kenma's seemingly disgruntled face while the headband was still placed perfectly on his head.
"Are you taking a picture of me?!" He exclaimed.
All you could do was laugh as you tried to fight him off, his hands lunging for your phone. You kept running until you eventually were in front of another train station, which wasn't too far away from where you originally were.
Kenma paused in front of you, you could see his chest moving as he tried to catch his breath. The soft smell of his somewhat sweetish cologne filtered through your nose.
"Change of plans." Kenma said quickly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the train station.
"Where are we going now?" You asked.
"To the beach, it’s only an hour away."
You sat down in your seat, you figured the distance would be worth it since you got to sit next to Kenma. And you liked the beach, it was one of your favorite things about living in California. The water had a weird way of soothing you, so hopefully the water here would soothe you as well.
The salty, sea air filled your nose every time you inhaled. The sky was now a pink-orangey hue, a stark contrast to the bright, blue sky from earlier today.
You and Kenma had been talking on the beach for an hour. Before you two stopped to sit on the sand, he bought you some cold treats to share from a nearby stand. You were discussing common interests and you listened to him talk about video games he wants to play for his fans while he listened to you talk about roles you've dreamed of portraying.
The air between you fell silent, you focused on the sea to admire its beauty, the sereness it had to offer you. Birds flew over you, loudly, not letting their presence go unnoticed.
"Today was a good day," you expressed your gratitude.
"It was.." Kenma trailed off, his mind was somewhere else.
"What are you thinking about?" You turned your head towards Kenma as you two sat side-by-side. You admired his face, clearly in deep thought.
Kenma paused, his teeth played with his bottom lip before he spoke, "I've thought about how to say this ever since I left California but.. I like you, (Name). I like you a lot, I enjoy being near you, talking to you. I like learning about all of the little things you do, I hope to continue this.. us." Kenma confessed, his gold eyes gleamed as he passionately revealed his true feelings for you. His cat-like eyes gazed into yours.
You were speechless, but luckily Kenma continued to speak, "And I mean this sincerely when I say that I really, really do like you."
You weren't sure if you were breathing at this point, but if you were you were taking in very shallow air. The waves now crashed onto the shore, their loudness mocked your silence as you were stunned by Kenma's heartfelt confession. The waves continued their tirade on the sand, waiting for you to answer.
"I like you too, Kenma." You tried your best to keep eye contact, but that was difficult when you got nervous. "I didn't really like being far away from you either but I couldn't ask you to move your entire life for me, that’s just not rational for someone you just met."
"Why do we have to be rational?" Kenma questioned, you could tell he was deep in thought about what you had said. “I mean I understand why you feel this way but we’ve known each other for like two months not two days.”
"It's still not very realistic, if I’m being honest. I really do like you too, I enjoy spending time with you, but if we’re going to be serious about this then.. I can’t ask you to uproot yourself for me, and I don’t think I’d do the same for you.” You remarked.
“What do you mean?” Kenma asked while searching for genuine feelings in your eyes, and he found it.
“I’m just more focused on my Kenma- career, my career at the moment is my main priority.” You accidentally mixed up your words.
He found amusement in that, “let me be your second, please.”
“Kenma..”
“You don’t have to ask me for anything, I want to do this. I want to be with you, let me.” Kenma took your hands into his, holding both of your soft hands. Despite the seriousness in his eyes, his voice was relaxed.
You looked down to see your hands joined together, the warmth radiating from Kenma's skin was as comforting as drinking hot chocolate during an icy, unforgiving winter storm. The feeling of his touch was as soothing as the now calm waves in front of you.
"Okay," you agreed. And you sort of knew what you agreed to, your 'Okay' was giving Kenma permission to move across the world just to be with you.
But you didn't know what would come out of it. You didn't know if you would break up in two weeks or if you'd get married with kids in three years. You weren't sure if you wanted either of these options, but there were plenty of more possibilities for how your relationship with Kenma could go, and you were open to exploring those.
And you didn't realize how free you would feel with the wind going through your hair as you ran hand-in-hand with Kenma towards the train station. It was getting late, it was around 11pm (23:00) now, and Kenma had told you when the trains stopped running for distances so far out.
"Oh my god!" You squealed as you no longer felt cement pavement under your feet but now the subway tiles of the station.
Kenma laughed as he hurriedly pulled out his phone to pay the fare, quickly ushering you through the turnstiles while trying to push himself through.
"That way!" Kenma pointed to where the train you needed to get on was going to be.
You both ran in that direction with bright smiles on your face as the risk of missing the train was starting to creep into your mind.
Your shoes now felt the smooth floor of the train instead of the little cracks and crevices of the subway tiles. You sat down on a seat and Kenma sat right next to you, out-of-breath.
"That felt awful.." Kenma breathed out, he was hunched over, practically panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"It was fun though!" You beamed as the stars of the dark, night sky greeted you.
Kenma just threw his head back against the window, trying to rest to prepare for the long ride. His hand came to grip your thigh, a small gesture to let you know that he was still there.
When you looked over at Kenma with sweat starting to dry up on his forehead with his black strands sticking to his face, you couldn't help but feel like you were the only people in the world.
And when Kenma glanced over at you from time-to-time during the ride, seeing how beautiful you looked, how you still managed to look pretty while being out of breath. He, too, felt like it was only you and him on the train.
And Kenma found comfort in that.
As you heard the sound of automated acceptance from your hotel room door, Kenma pushed it open, letting you in first and then going in after you.
You laid down on your bed, worn out from the long day.
"Tapping out already?" Kenma said smugly as he sat down next to you.
"No. I'm just tired, okay?" You groaned, now using your arm to prop you up on your side.
"I'll start the shower.. Do you have any clothes that I can wear?"
"Kenma." You looked at him, wondering why he didn’t pack an overnight bag if he knew he was going to stay "Just sleep in your boxers."
"I'm sure you'd like that." Kenma smirked as he walked off into the bathroom.
"I would!" You replied, smiling ear-to-ear as you watched him disappear.
Eventually, you got into the shower with Kenma and you both washed away all of the worries the day had to bring. Showering at midnight wasn't ideal since you were on the verge of passing out from sleepiness and Kenma was too, but he held you up like his life depended on it.
And then you fell asleep in Kenma's safe arms once again as the stars lit up the dark, night sky.
Kenma yawned as he woke up, stretching softly on the comfortable bed. He turned his head to the side to see you laying there, still asleep. As he gazed at your sleeping form, Kenma reflected a lot about yesterday.
Kenma wanted to be yours, officially. But he figured that he would have to take you out on more dates before he asked to be your boyfriend. Kenma had already made his mind up yesterday when he found himself lost in your pretty eyes, he was going to move. So it wasn't a question of if, just when.
You stirred awake, greeted to the sound of soft breathing and a slight thumping sound, Kenma’s heart.
"Good morning," he greeted, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
"Morning," you smiled, your sensitive eyes adjusting to the filtered sunlight coming through the curtains.
"Did you sleep good?" Kenma asked.
"Mhm," you sleepily replied.
You brought your leg to rest on top of Kenma's lower torso. You had forgotten that you didn't have any clothes for him to wear so he did end up sleeping near naked, his boxers being the only thing keeping him from being fully nude. And you weren't naked, but since you liked sleeping light, you weren't wearing much yourself.
Kenma's gold eyes burned into yours as you mounted him, you grinded on him slightly, feeling his morning hard-on between your legs.
Kenma looked at you up and down, "someone's needy."
"And?" You quickly replied.
"M'not complaining about it.." Kenma smirked.
Kenma put his hands on your hips and started guiding you on his clothed length. Small whimpers came from him as you continued to grind on him.
"You want me to eat you out?" Kenma's gaze was low as he looked into your eyes.
"Please," you whispered.
Kenma flipped you over, your head now resting comfortably on the pillows. Kenma's long fingers played with the waist band of your bottoms, teasing you.
He placed his head in between your legs, now face-to-face with your wet cunt. Kenma traced small circles around your clothed clit with his thumb while watching your face intently, wanting to see all of your little reactions.
Kenma slid down your bottoms and underwear at the same time, so you were half bare just like him. Half-exposed to anything.
Kenma’s pink tongue started to lick at your slit, teasing you further. You groaned softly out of slight frustration, wanting him to touch you where you needed him.
“Be patient for me, okay?”
“Mm.”
Kenma laughed lightly before dragging his tongue to your clit, flicking his gummy tongue on your clit, causing you to put a hand in his hair.
"That feels good," you murmured, still stuck in your sleepy haze.
Kenma’s lips surrounded your clit as he sucked on it the way you liked, giving you the sensation that you were rolling your hips for. Kenma continued to suck and lick at your clit in hopes of relaxing your body.
“Kenma,” you breathed out, throwing your head back against the pillows.
“I’m right here,” Kenma reassured, gripping your thighs with both of hands as he continued to drag his tongue across your clit.
Kenma pressed a few pecks to your wet pussy before he started to make out with it.
“It feels so good Kenma.." You mewled as he started to suck on your clit again.
"Yeah? Tell me more about how good I'm making you feel princess," Kenma's voice vibrated on your clit.
"So good Kenma!" You praised him.
Kenma could tell you were getting close from the little twitches in your face, how your back was arching away from the bed, the way your legs shook slightly.
“I’m cumming!”
Kenma continued to suck, kiss, and lick on your clit throughout your orgasm, a proud smile was on his face as he heard you moaning his name with your hand tangled in his hair.
He came up to kiss you, your lips connecting as your hands found his neck.
Kenma wasted no time, hurriedly taking off his boxers to reveal his leaky tip to you. Beams of precum dropped from him as he started to stroke his cock.
You exchanged glances as Kenma lined himself with your leaking hole.
“Do you have any condoms?” Kenma asked, a desperate look on his face.
“Yeah, they’re in my suitcase.” You pointed to where your suitcase was at.
You watched as Kenma fished through your suitcase, he came back with two small packages. Placing one on the nightstand while the other one was in his hand.
You looked at how effortless Kenma slid on the condom, he spit on his hard dick, and started to stroke it. You breathed through your mouth as you watched him prepare himself to be inside of you.
Kenma lined himself with you, once again, and guided his dick inside of you.
"Mm.." You breathed out as Kenma started to fill you up, making you feel whole.
"You feel so good, pretty girl," Kenma's voice sounded so sweet yet raspy.
Kenma moved his hips back and started to thrust into you, slowly rocking back and forth inside of you. He placed small kisses to your neck as his tip started to build up your pleasure.
Kenma's tip kept grinding on that one spot inside of you and it felt intoxicating, your fingers gripped at his hair as he continued to pleasure your body.
"Fuck.. fuck you feel amazing." Kenma whimpered. His dick continued to thrust inside of you, making you feel good.
Kenma brought his mouth to one of your nipples and started to swirl his tongue on it.
“Kenma~” You whined as he started to suck on your nipple, still thrusting his length inside of you. Your toes started to curl in an effort to elevate the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
"Kenma oh my god!" You mewled as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, giving you two different stimulations.
“Am I making you feel good baby?” Kenma rasped, still pumping inside you.
“So good!”
“That’s my good girl,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued to pleasure you.
Feeling Kenma's warm body on top of yours, seeing him naked felt nearly as special as it did the other two times. Maybe it was the way his dick kept hitting that spot inside of you that made you feel lightheaded or maybe it was the way that his thumb was rubbing on your clit so sweetly yet with such force.
But you think to yourself as your back arches off of the bed and your mouth is wide-open with nothing but moans and mewls for Kenma coming out of it, 'I think I love him.'
"M'cumming i'm cumming!" You moan instead of confessing while he's inside of you.
Your orgasm came crashing down on you but you smiled through it, still feeling Kenma thrusting inside of you as he chased his own high.
Your moans got louder as Kenma started to unintentionally overstimulate you.
“Kenma!”
“Just ride it out for me baby, I’m almost there.” He whimpered as his thrusts grew sloppier. “Fuck!” Kenma moaned as he came, you could feel that odd sensation inside of you as the cum wasn’t touching you directly, but through the thin layer of the condom.
“Mm..” you mumbled as Kenma laid on top of you, trying to catch his breath.
“I love you,” he confessed.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Kenma pulled out of you and took off the now soiled condom, he reached for the one he tossed on the nightstand and placed it near you.
“I think I love you too,” you giggled, being more playful in your confession than him.
“Yeah?” Kenma asked you.
“Yeah.”
“Turn around for me, please.” Kenma pleaded.
You turned around and got on all fours, arching your back for him. You made yourself as comfortable as possible as your ass was in the air, waiting for Kenma to move.
Kenma slid the condom on and took a second to admire the view in front of him. Your wet pussy on display as your slick started to leak out of it. Kenma smiled toothily at the site.
He started to rub his tip on your clit, just a simple up and down motion. The friction was enough to make you groan, not wanting to be teased.
“Kenma please..” you whined.
“What do you want? Be a good girl and tell me what you want.” Kenma instructed you with a toothy grin you couldn’t see.
“I want your dick inside of me pleasee,” you pleaded.
Kenma placed a sharp slap on your ass. You moaned from the sensation. You started to rock your body back and forth, pressing yourself up against Kenma.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you?”
“Mhm..”
Kenma laughed snarkily as he lined himself with you and slid himself inside of you. Gripping your hips as he bit his lip, his teeth sinking in the soft flesh.
“Fuck..” Kenma moaned, feeling your warm walls welcome him so nicely.
You squeezed around Kenma’s dick as you felt him inside of you, it filled you up so nicely you didn’t want to let go.
Kenma started to move, gripping your hips to ground himself as he thrusted into you.
“Mmm that feels good..” You hissed, your stomach started to flutter.
“I know it does, I know.” Kenma rasped, as he started to thrust into you a little faster. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you which made you mewl.
Kenma placed his hand between your shoulderblades, deepening your arch as he continued to pound into you.
“Kenmaa! You’re making me feel so good, don’t stop!” You encouraged him, your face was planted into the plush pillow as Kenma fucked you.
Your toes started to curl from the constant stimulation.
“You feel so good, pretty girl,” Kenma breathlessly chuckled, you heard the smirk in his voice as his hips kept meeting your ass.
You could hear the squelching sounds that your pussy was making, you brought your hand to clit and started to rub, furthering your pleasure.
“Fuckkk,” you mewled from all of the stimulation.
“You’re doing so good for me baby,” Kenma praised. “Let it all out, let everyone hear how good you are for me.”
“Mhm!”
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, Kenma’s voice stirred you on, his incessant praise made you feel dizzy. Your climax was approaching quickly.
“Kenma m’cumming!” You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your legs shook as Kenma continued to pound into you.
“Mngh!” Kenma came right after you, his thrusts growing sloppier as he came inside of you.
You were both still, panting, coming down from your highs. Kenma pulled out of you, taking off his condom and somehow making it into the trashcan as he threw it.
“You did so good for me baby,” Kenma praised, guiding your nude body into his warm arms.
You nodded as you rested your head on his chest, the morning sun hit your face as you snuggled into Kenma.
“Mm that was good,” you mumbled, right back in your sleepy haze.
“I love you,” Kenma breathed out, blinking slowly as he admired you.
“I love you too,” you placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Hm?”
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
“Yes, Kenma.” You giggled faintly, your eyes barely wanting to stay open.
“That’s good,” Kenma mumbled, a sleepy smile on his face. Happy with your acceptance.
You two laid in the mess that you created, not wanting to get up so soon. The warmth the sun provided you was too comforting to walk away from. Feeling Kenma’s chest going up and down in a soft rhythm was soothing. You wanted to stay here forever, your boyfriend’s arms.
The next morning, you woke up with Kenma right by your side. A day of shoots and interviews waited ahead of you.
But all you wanted was to admire the human-sized cat laying right on top of you. Soft snores came from Kenma as his chest slowly went up and down. Seeing him in such a peaceful, yet vulnerable state, was comforting to you.
And you'd see him like that many more times again. A week after your lovely week in Japan, which consisted of shooting ad campaigns and posing for Japanese fashion magazines. Kenma decided to spend most of his time with you, taking you out to fancy restaurants and then to small town bakeries. Taking you to shrines and to forests so you could really see what the country was all about.
"So you're really moving to LA.." You observed the movers Kenma had hired to get some of his stuff out of his house. And by 'movers' it was just his friends Kuroo and Yaku.
"Kenma, are you gonna help us move this damn thing or what!" Kuroo shouted from the house, his voice strained as he tried to carry something heavy but you couldn't see what it was as you stood outside of Kenma's small, but nice home.
"Can you wait a second!" Kenma shouted back, you laughed at their dynamic.
"But yeah, I'm moving. I'd like to spend time with my girlfriend." Kenma said, pulling you into a side hug while you two stared at the exterior of his now 'old' home. You cooed at him, admiring his adorable face.
"Are you gonna bring everything or just a few things?" You asked, wondering what his plans were.
"Just a few things, I can always buy new stuff.. And I'll definitely come back here eventually, to visit and stuff like that." Kenma informed you, speaking so casually as if moving to a whole new country for someone else wasn't a big deal.
"Kenma I swear if you don't get your ass in here now and help us move this stupid ass couch!" Yaku yelled, sounding nearly as strained as Kuroo.
Kenma let you go, now leaving you standing alone as he walked into the house with passion. "I'm not taking that stupid couch with me, just leave it here!"
You just continued to laugh at their misfortune, you looked over to see Kenma's huge suitcase, filled to the brim with his belongings. And you looked over a small amount of boxes Kenma had, filled with personal things but you weren't sure exactly what was in them. Most likely to be moved by boat or cargo plane.
And you thought thoroughly about this decision, allowing Kenma into your seemingly perfect life. But the good thing about Kenma is that he wasn't taking anything away from you, if anything he was adding to it. Adding to your quality of life, making you happy even when he might not have been the happiest himself.
You watched as he and Kuroo walked out with some more boxes in their hands while Yaku walked out empty handed, guiding them instead, "move a little to your left, Kuroo."
"Dude I can't see over the boxes." Kuroo grumbled, trying his hardest to move throughout Kenma’s front yard without tripping.
"I told you to move left!" Yaku shouted.
"I can't fucking see!" Kuroo complained, not happy with Yaku’s seemingly ‘useless’ instructions.
"Can you two shut up." Kenma muttered as he roughly put down the boxes he was holding.
Kuroo set down the boxes he had as well, and looked around to see you. He decided to approach you.
"Well hello there, you must (name), I'm Kuroo. Kenma's best friend, leader, inspiration, hero. It's nice to meet you." Kuroo greeted you with the biggest, cockiest smile you have ever seen.
"He's being a dumbass, ignore him." Yaku insulted.
"We've already met Kuroo?" You pointed out, confused.
"Just thought to introduce myself again, y’know I can act too." Kuroo boasted, but you could see that playful glint in his eyes. So you giggled at his attempt at a joke.
"Stop flirting with my girlfriend dude don't be weird." Kenma disciplined him, Kuroo just looked back at Kenma and scoffed.
"Fine," Kuroo walked away from you, not before shooting a perfectly practiced wink your way.
You just laughed as Kenma came up to and gave you a hug, this one more possessive than the last.
"Are you ready to move in with me?" You asked, gazing into his gold eyes.
"Yeah, maybe we can get a bigger apartment though, two bedrooms would be nice.." Kenma thought out loud.
"Can I get the second one?!" Kuroo shouted from beside Kenma’s car, starting to put boxes inside of it.
"No!" Kenma shouted back. "But yeah, I'll just put most of my things in storage while we uh.. figure this out." Kenma smiled at you so sweetly, his expression was more reassuring than his words.
"Okay," you leaned into Kenma, his arms gave you the rest of the reassurance you needed.
You were enjoying this sweet, monumental moment which would soon be a memory until you heard a loud- BANG!
"Kuroo!" Yaku exclaimed, his hands rested on his head as he looked at the sight in front of him.
Kenma just looked at the two men in shock, wondering how a box full of his belongings was now lying on the pavement.
"I told you that box was heavy.." Kuroo mumbled.
Eventually, Kenma did move in with you. Your mornings were now filled with cooking breakfast with him and going on walks and occasionally morning sex while your nights were filled with hearing him talk to his chat, cooking dinner with him, and admiring the night sky from your shared apartment.
You and Kenma had done an array of PR with each other after making things official. From talking to some of Kenma's streamer friends on a livestream to doing a GQ couple's interview to doing magazine photoshoots together, things were going well.
You were in discussions with each other about buying a cat, wondering if its name should be something you liked or apple pie.
And fans of you and Kenma responded well to your relationship, which you were pleasantly surprised by.
“I love this for them they look so cute together”
“Kodzuken got a girlfriend, never thought i’d see the day.”
“Oh look at me i’m kodzuken a famous streamer and i own my own company and i trade stock in my free time and my girlfriend is an famous, awarding winning actress man FUCK you”
“(name) looks so comfortable with him omg”
“If they break up love doesn’t exist”
↳ “Go outside bro..”
Overall, you were happy with Kenma. You were happy that you said yes to him moving in with you instead of getting his own place, you enjoyed being basically underneath his skin whenever you spent time together.
And as you laid on top of him, bare, snuggling after a rather rough session. Your pointer finger traced little shapes into Kenma's bare chest, which was going up and down slowly. Showing how content he was with you.
"I can't wait to spend the spring with you," Kenma tiredly admitted, but he did it in that relaxed manner that you liked.
"Yeah? What are we gonna do in the springtime Kenma," you sleepily mumbled into his chest. The smell of sex was still in the air, your ears slightly ringing from loudness that transpired only moments ago.
"Bake apple pie," he murmured.
"We could always just do that right now."
"Yeah but I wanna do it when it's light out, birds are chirping, trees are full.." Kenma yawned, snuggling you a little tighter than he was before.
You just smiled as you felt your eyelids getting heavier. And before they fully closed so you could have another night of peaceful sleep, you admired Kenma in his most vulnerable state.
[+..••] negotiations with a tricksterノk. kozume 18+
⚠︎ warnings; DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! dubcon (alcohol related), drugging, hacking, implied stalking, written while tipsy ♡
(seven months prior)
your laptop was old, a rickety thing that was holding on by a thread and several layers of tape. several parts don't work right, a broken fan, causing it to overheat frequently. damaged speakers that crackle when raised past forty-eight, from overexposure to you playing music at max volume when you bought it. she's beat up, a bit on the ugly side but you can't replace her.
tallying up what's wrong or broken was the least of your thoughts, so long as it held out until you passed the semester.
one thing did work though.
your webcam.
the green light that's supposed to be lit when in use is unfortunately burnt out.
kenma sits at his desk, twitch pulled up as he streams a new game. some power wash simulator that his chat recommended, it's entertaining enough but allows him to keep steady watch on what matters.
his secondary screen is split between focuses, his chat takes up one half.
the other is the cracked, grainy image of you. poised in bed, eyes sparkling as you watch him.
(present day)
"what?" you ask, voice faltering for a brief second. brain freezing. blinking rapidly to clear the cobwebs lingering in the place your brain is supposed to reside.
"still interested in that planking video, right?" kenma reiterates, at the same time he pulls out his phone, quickly unlocking it before tilting it in your direction.
"i don't know what you're... talking... about," your voice peters out, gaze locked onto his phone with morbid curiosity.
"playing dumb..." he chides, "even after i went through the effort to record it... just for you."
currently pulled up is the video; the lighting is dim, most likely filmed in his game room, but unmistakably kenma, shirtless. he's got a slight sleeper build to him. things easily hidden under those baggy clothes. broad shoulders, slim waist, mildly defined abs. his long hair is slipping out of his messy bun, hanging over those perfectly biteable shoulders.
the video started to play automatically, the seconds ticking away hardly make a dent in what must be an awfully long runtime. twenty whole minutes of kenma, holding that form, sweating. possibly, hopefully, whimpering to stay upright. you need that. need to watch every drop of sweat roll over the slopes of his body. with the volume on low the faintest hint of his groans filter out of the speakers—not nearly loud enough for your liking.
but it's enough to prove that it's real.
then kenma is pocketing the device before you can make a grab at it, purposely playing the childish game of 'keep away'. toying with you for his own enjoyment.
"not so fast," he whispers coyly, "didn't i say it wouldn't be free?"
"what's your price?" you question, all qualms about feigning ignorance dissipate like smoke in the wind, "name it."
"a thousand bucks."
"fifty," you counter, in no way possible can you afford to lose that much money—not that you even had that much in your bank account anyways.
"seven hundred fifty," kenma pushes back, lips twitching towards. honestly he couldn't care less about the money, he just wants to watch you lose it.
"twenty. final offer."
kenma laughs, a small chuckle that's more of a exhale than anything. "how about you come over to my place instead?"
the front door clicks shut, stepping on the heel of your shoe to pull them off, leaving them besides his.
his place is neat, almost immaculate considering he lives alone. most guys are notorious for having next to no furniture or living in absolute squalor. that's not the case here. though minimally 'decorated' there's plenty of game merch and consoles, discarded controllers rest on the coffee table, likely left after a gaming session went awry.
"want anything to drink? tea? wine? water?"
— -`♡´- —
who'd have thought a glass or two of wine would have you this messed up. on a normal night out you can drink much more than this and still be fine.
but every step you take the floor shifts like sand under your feet. thankfully kenma is right there to keep you upright, body firm under your dead weight.
your body bounces as it connects with the mattress.
after months of pinning after him, fingering yourself in the early mornings, or deliriously humping your pillow wishing it was his bulge. you finally managed to slip into bed with kenma. yet, the room won't stop spinning, as the edges of your mind grow hazier by the second. eyelids dropping, staying closed longer each time. prying them open becomes excruciating.
you can't remember how you got here; undressed and spread out beneath him.
"hahh— can't even look at me, pretty girl?" kenma pouts, nudging the tip of his leaky cock at your entrance. dipping just the tip in, then out again as you chase him, bucking up desperately to push him in deeper.
"wanna... b-but the wine," you whine, words slurring, trying to explain that the alcohol is the cause. your tongue is heavy, hanging uselessly in your mouth.
kenma swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting a line of drool, then he's pushing it back into your mouth, thumb pressing down firm on your tongue. saliva pools and leaks from the corner of your mouth.
such a sight to behold; glassy, unfocused eyes, cheeks flushed with heat, mouth stuffed full of him — the way it should be.
kenma surges forward, bottoming out in one fast thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. he nearly cums on the spot, you're so wet, suffocating his cock with how tightly your walls are gripping him.
you claw your way to the surface, wanting to retain anything — any memory of this moment.
his face, sweaty with hair plastered to his forehead, the soft breathy whines, the obscene wet slaps of skin on skin.
your hand cups his cheek in a last ditch attempt to ground yourself, kenma plants a kiss to your palm just before it falls.
landing back to the pillow as the drugs finally take hold.
emi's notes: smut rut continues to ruin my life but cliffhangers are my jam:) soz
Omg js rediscovered one of my unfinished drafts for a FAT Kenma fic and oml it’s legit not bad 🥲🥲 like if I finish and edit it I might have locked in w something for once holy shit
