𑣲 K. KOZUME :: you knew that kenma didn’t have the greatest stamina despite his athletic history, and you decided to take advantage of that. but little did you know that you would be outsmarted in your own game.
₊˚ʚ (+18) content | switch!kenma x fem!reader, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, praise, degrading, filming/photographing, overstimulation, both of them r freaks | read at your own risk .ᐟ.ᐟ
you knew that kenma didn’t have the greatest stamina despite his athletic history, and you decided to take advantage of that. but little did you know that you would be outsmarted in your own game.
the great kodzuken had finally hit that 50 million sub goal, and to celebrate, you had excitedly prepared a home cooked dinner that wafted through the halls of your shared apartment. you had cooked up a creamy pasta and steak, with expensive wine to wash down the flavor. you beamed at every stir of the pasta sauce, eager to celebrate with him.
he ended his celebration stream shortly after, and padded outside of his office towards the kitchen island, and carefully observed as you plated the meal.
“hi kodzu, you’re just in time. i just need a sec to plate.” you focus on the steak in front of you, not turning to face the other man.
he hums, “can’t wait to try it, kitty.”
you roll your eyes at the childish nickname, turning around to set the steak down on the table.
dinner ran smoothly, you greeted him with enthusiastic congratulations and warm words of encouragement, clasping his hands together with his. you had always adored kenma’s humility, despite his massive online presence, he never let it get to his head or ego. he carried the same attitude as he did on screen— quiet, timid, funny— it was ironic on how his lack of charisma eventually followed his rise to fame.
you two decided to keep your relationship mostly private, save for the occasional instagram stories where he would post updates where your hair would just be barely seen in the frame, the reflection of your hand slightly visible on the glass, or a candid photo of you on one of your dates. it was sweet, and it allowed him to set boundaries with his fans, who admired you from a far away.
before you knew it, the plates were licked clean, yet chatter continued to fill the air between you two.
“thank you for dinner, it was really good.” kenma’s eyes look into yours, a subtle smile curling on his lips. his hand snakes behind your head as he pulls you close, planting a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “you’re the sweetest, you make me so happy.”
he thought that was it, that was his reward for his 50 million sub breakthrough. he didn’t know that you still had something else reserved specially for him. you just smiled into his chest.
“congratulations again, kodzu.”
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“haah— fuck, s-slow down…” he pants, hands gripping tightly onto your waist as you rolled your hips onto his, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your aching cunt.
“mm… are you tired already, ken?” you tilt your head, and cup his face with your hands. you look at his golden irises, tinted with desperate want need for you.
all for you.
you continue the momentum, before slightly lifting your hips up to let his dick breathe, then slamming yourself fully down onto him once again.
“fuck…!” he groans, his grip on you tightening even more— enough to leave a bruise later on.
“you feel so good, kitty…” you lean down to kiss him, licking his lips for access into his mouth, which he pathetically accepts. whore.
he hums into the kiss, slipping his tongue to meet with yours. you can feel the heat basically radiate off of his body, slick with a sheen of sweat.
“you’re— mmh.. such a good boy.” you trail your lips down his chin, to his neck and collarbone. inhaling deeply, and you find the comforting aroma of laundry detergent settling into something dizzying. the smell of melted amber, friction, and the salty musk of his sweat pooling at the dip of his collarbone fill your senses, radiating a feverish heat that you just couldn’t get enough of.
pulling away, you pick up the pace again, rhythmically lifting your hips up and down. you trace your hands lower to his chest, soft whines and moans escaping your lips. you couldn’t exactly recall when you two had started, but you could tell he was reaching his limit. his dick continued to twitch inside you with every bounce you made, and it was tantalizing.
kenma couldn't take it anymore. the constant, agonizing friction was unbearable, overriding his exhaustion completely.
before you could lift your hips again, kenma interrupts you. “wa-wait! wait, stop.” he rasps, pulling you down closer to him once more to catch his breath. your bodies collide with one another, both shiny from the sweat between you two. you hear his unsteady breaths by your ear, his chest heaving as he pants for air. his hand traces the dip of your spine, moving in slow circles til he finally rests them on your lower back.
“let me make you cum— ‘don’t wanna cum first.”
wow. this is quite new.
the kenma you knew was one lazy fuck when it came to sex. always content to just lie back and let you do all the work while he enjoyed the view. not that you minded, you liked doing things for him and making him feel good. you knew exactly how to grind your hips, when to bounce, when to kiss and where to touch him, and you drink up all the noises and movements he makes every time. you would notice the subtle jerk of his hips when he’s about to cum, the bruising grip he would have once his dick was overstimulated, the flush of red that would tint his cheeks when you two would get into it too early.
but your favorite thing to take in would be the pathetic whines and whimpers that got you even wetter at your core.
so this was new to say the least. did his ego get bigger after hitting that 50 million?
before a sly retort could even slip past your lips, his hands clamp down onto your waist and he thrusts his hips upward, the length of his dick burying deeper into you, tip pressing right against your cervix.
a loud sob tore from your throat, nails digging crescents into his shoulders for leverage. your spine arches from above him, the sudden change in momentum catching you completely off guard now.
“my turn, ‘kay?” he says sweetly, adjusting the both of you so that you’re laying comfortably on the bed, and he he settles on top of you.
you whine at the change in position, and he slips himself into you again, the wet squelch of your pussy reverberating through the air. kenma rocks his hips upward with minimal effort, causing the mattress to dip and squeak from the sudden shift.
you try to regain control— to try and hear those sweet, pathetic whimpers your boyfriend would make again, by pressing you hips closer toward him to take him deeper. yet, your attempt remains futile as his kept his hold on you, pinning you back down onto the bed and forcing you to adjust to his weight.
he tuts, “don’t try to take over, i told you it’s my turn. you know better than that, don’t you, babe?”
“‘m sorry, baby…” you pull back, allowing him to take more control of the situation.
“that’s what i thought. keep still.” he continues rocking into you slowly, relishing in the feeling of your pussy accommodating to the shape of his cock.
“you’re still so tight, did you not stretch yourself out on me enough?” he mocks you, eyes locked on yours as he drove his hips up once again, unbothered by the mewl that left your lips.
you didn’t want to admit it, but you were getting pretty fucked out at this point, eyes hazy and body tired, but you were still determined to wear him out even if you were in a different position now.
“i know what you’re trying to do,” he leans into your ear. “im going to win, you know?”
fuck. he’s so fucking hot.
his palm makes its way to the curve of your breast, squeezing lightly before pinching your nipples in between his thumb and index and giving it an experimental twist.
“k-ken…” you whine out, who’s getting desperate now?
his hips began to ram into you with more fervor, and your tears begin to well up in your eyes as you keep taking him in fully.
a low, breathy sound escapes his throat, a sound so rarely heard from him that it sends a fresh wave of electricity straight through your core.
“look at you,” he massages the flesh in his palms, his thumb stroking over the peak of your tits as he maintains the steady upward thrust of his hips that press against that sweet spot every time. “you look so pretty for me.”
he reaches over to the nightstand with one hand, snagging his phone without staggering his pace. “this is all for me, right? say it.” the screen light illuminates the dimly lit bedroom, reflecting off of his sharp, golden eyes. he opens the camera with a quick swipe, angling the lens down where your bodies meet, recording the slickness of your thighs and the flush painting your skin from your chest up to your cheeks.
“no– kenma, put that away…” you whine out, embarrassment flushing your cheeks pink as you try to cover your face with your free arm.
he pauses his thrusts to catch your wrist, and pins you gently back down against the mattress, keeping the camera locked on your figure.
“why? you seemed so proud of yourself earlier,” he says lazily, almost mockingly— with the amount of feign concern that laced his words, yet you refused to meet his gaze. “look at the camera babe, c’mon… i wanna treasure this forever. just for me, please?”
“ken—“ you’re cut off by the sudden snap of his pelvis, “this— hngh—“ you moan out, unable to form your words with the pressure quickly building inside you. you try to pry your arm away from his grip to cover your face again— to save whatever dignity you had left after your failed attempt to tire him out.
his lips twist into a mischievous smile, “i’m working so hard for you right now, the least you could do is to let me see you.” his grip on your wrist remains, “look at the fucking camera.”
his words are hypnotic, laced with a hint of frustration and impatience. you involuntarily glance at the phone, seeing yourself on the reflection of the lens. you wrap your hips around his waist to pull him in closer, the creak of the bed frame hitting against the wall combined with both of your moans and gasps and the sound of skin on skin was enough to overwhelm your senses. you weren't too sure what he was up to anymore, but you just needed him closer. he pulls out just enough of him to leave only the tip inside, before angling his hips upward and thrusting back in, bottoming out inside you. Another shock of electricity courses through your body and you wail loudly through a choked sob.
“fuck! just like that!” you arch your back, feeling his tip press flush against that spongy part inside of you. it sends a violent tremor down your thighs, curling your toes into the mattress and your head tossing back against the pillows as your vision goes completely white.
“ken- kenma, please—“
“yeah? you close already?” he peppers gentle kisses onto your damp skin, the phone soon forgotten as he sets it upright on the nightstand, leaning against a lamp as it continues to record. he uses both his hands to anchor your hips to his as your body begins to grind against him desperately. “i said don’t close your eyes, look at me,” his voice is rough and desperate.
if you had a dick you’d probably be so hard right now.
his breathing is wrecked, a heavy, ragged sound that echoes in the space between your lips as he continued to thrust himself into you, deliberately chasing the frantic, wet heat of your climax.
“you’re going to make me cum— please, fuck!”
you come undone almost immediately, sobbing his name into the dark room as the ripple of your orgasm spreads throughout your body, your pussy squeezing tightly around him.
“you’re taking me so well…shit— doing so good for me, baby.” his golden eyes wide, locking on the rise and fall of your chest. your tight, twitching walls completely derails his rhythm. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, sinking deep into you as he reaches his orgasm as well. you feel the sudden, burning heat of him filling you up as he spends the last bit of his energy inside of you.
for a long minute, the only sound in the room was the overlapping sound of both your breathing.
eventually, his weight goes slack on top of you, his forehead resting against your bruised up shoulders as he pants for air. a soft, breathless huff of laughter leaves his lips against your damp skin.
“told you,” he wheezes out, yet his voice was dripping with that smug, lazy satisfaction you knew all too well whenever he had finished conquering an incredibly difficult boss fight and was about to brag to you about it. “i won.”
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the next day, you’re making breakfast as kenma patiently waits sitting by the kitchen island, when you hear an erotic moan play from his phone speaker.
“what was that?” you ask, flipping the egg over on the frying pan.
“my favorite milestone reward,” he says, his eyes still glued to the screen. “you’re so noisy here, god.”
“don’t post that.”
“hmm, maybe i’ll make it a sub-count.”
@ miripopopo, 2026
i miss kenma so bad can u guys tell i wrote this with one hand
It comes during a lunch date with Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo was bragging about how he’d made his most recent date have her first orgasm. He was going on and on about how easy it was, shaming all the woman’s past lovers for their lack of skill.
“Really?” Kuroo’s brows furrowed, tossing a fry in his mouth. “Not even from like… masturbating?”
You shook your head.
Kenma glanced up from his phone for a brief second. “Why don’t you spend the night with Kuro? He claims to have ‘the magic touch.’”
Kuroo laughed at the two of you. He took a sip from his milkshake and shrugged. “Kenma might have a point,” he started. “I do have a way with the female body…”
Your eyes blew wide as you reached across the table to smack his shoulder. “Absolutely not! You’re so crude,” you huffed. “I didn’t even think you were paying attention to this conversation. You’re so consumed with whatever game your playing.”
“I’m a good multitasker.”
“Oh my gosh, kill me now,” you groan, hands covering your face out of embarrassment.
The topic dies there after Kuroo lets out another cackle. Lunch comes speeding to an end with vague plans thrown out for the next time the three of you would be able to meet up.
“It was nice seeing you guys!” Kuroo waves as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “See you next week…?”
“We’ll see!” you barely commit, waving right back at him.
Kenma doesn’t look up from his phone or say any final goodbyes. “You remember that game you asked about a couple days ago?” he asks quietly instead. He glances up at you as you both begin walking. Only when you nod does Kenma continue. “I bought it. You could come over and play it if you like. I already beat the game in one of the slots.”
“Of course you did,” you sigh in amusement. “But yeah, I can come over.”
For the rest of the walk to his place (which was only about five minutes), you rambled to him about whatever. Your only signs that he was paying the slightest attention to you were the occasional hums.
When you’d finally arrived at his place, it took approximately five minutes for Kenma to set up his computer and gaming chair for you. It took about an hour for you to get bored of the game.
“Kenma,” you murmured. He sat on the couch across the room, Nintendo Switch in hand. At his name, he looked up. “I’m bored…”
The man let out a minuscule sigh. “I’m supposed to stream in ten minutes anyways,” Kenma informed her, getting up from his spot and stretching. “You can browse my switch or look through my game cartridges while I stream. Unless you wanna do something else, but I don’t have much to do at my house, so good luck with that.”
“Are you telling me to leave?” you asked in mock-offense.
Kenma gave you a flat look. He walked up to where you were perched on his gaming chair, looking down at your grinning self with zero amusement. “Move,” he murmured. To which you did— not because he demanded it but because his couch was more comfortable. The man started clicking things, setting up his stream with a practiced ease. “If I wanted you gone, you’d be well aware.”
“Aww, you care about me!”
Kenma rolled his eyes. “Don’t go making a ruckus on my stream. You can play on my Switch.”
You said nothing more, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. He streamed, you destroyed his Animal Crossing island. It was peaceful.
Kenma cursed quietly as he died to a hidden sniper. He gave his camera a flat look, to which his comments immediately flooded to mock his loss. The man looked through the comments, making sly remarks at some of the trolling jokes. He mindlessly answered questions and engaged until one particular comment caught his eye.
jpxfrd67: i just know he eats when he’s pissed and he’s def good at it
Immediately, he picked up on the innuendo. His eyes narrowed as the comment got buried in his chat. Kenma had no doubt his mods were already working to ban the person, but he couldn’t get the claim out of his mind. Was he a good eater? He’d never really tried it. Because of this, he went silent, no longer engaging with his viewers. They got concerned. It was only when a donation came through asking what was wrong that Kenma finally broke out of his trance.
The man sighed. “I’m gonna end stream early tonight. I’m not feeling well,” he said in a half truth. His mind wasn’t fully in it anymore, so surely that counted as not feeling well.
The comments immediately flooded with well wishes and concern. He paid them little mind as he started to sign off, promising with a noncommittal tone that he may stream again tomorrow. Then he ended the live.
For a few moments, he stared ahead of himself, contemplating what he was about to do. When he decided this was exactly what he wanted at his core, Kenma turned off his PC and spun around in his chair. “Remember the conversation we were having with Kuro earlier?” Kenma asked out of the blue. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you didn’t look up as you switched games on his Switch. “The one about you never having an orgasm.”
You set the Switch to the side, bringing your hands up to cover the embarrassment on your face. “Kenma, I didn’t think you cared about that convo.”
“I’m just curious,” he shrugged. “Have you ever tried using toys to get yourself off?”
Honestly, you didn’t want to pick the conversation back up with him. It was the sort of thing you mentioned once and never again. But the way Kenma seemed so dead set on getting his questions answered on this… you couldn’t deny him. It was rare that Kenma showed a genuine interest in something outside of his world of screens. “I’ve tried it all: vibrators, dildos,” you admitted reluctantly. “It’s just never worked.”
Kenma hummed, taking in the answer. “What about being eaten out? Ever tried that?”
“What’s bringing this back up all of a sudden? Why do you even care?” You sighed when Kenma just rose his brow at his unanswered question. “No, I’ve never done that— or I guess that’s never happened to me.”
The man nodded. He stood up from his gaming chair, approaching you with menacingly slow strides. Kenma stopped when he was in front of you, getting down on his knees and looking up at you with intense eyes. “Wanna try it out?” he asked, hands coming up to rest on your legs.
“What?”
“I’ll try to make you orgasm. Maybe all you’ve needed was someone to get on their knees for you.”
Your eyes widened at his boldness. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Dead serious,” he affirmed. Kenma tilted his head to the side, loose hairs that escaped from his bun falling into his face. “Think of it like a game: stage one is making you aroused, stage two is getting you to moan, and the boss fight is making you orgasm. I like beating games. I think I can do this.”
“I wasn’t expecting to do anything though, so I’m not shaved down there.”
“Don’t care,” for the first time since he suggests this, Kenma looked a little flustered. A pale pink overtook his cheeks. “I like a little hair anyways.”
“Oh,” you mumbled. “You really want to do this?”
He nodded. Then he paused, “Only if you want it.”
You thought for a moment about what to do. Saying yes to him would alter your perception of him forever. Worst case scenario, he fails to make you orgasm and your friendship becomes weird. Then you remembered who you were dealing with. Kenma lived his entire life like a video game. When he set his mind on completing something— especially if he’s broken it down into different levels or stages— he was committed to it.
Kenma didn’t receive a verbal response. Instead, you grabbed his hands resting on your thighs and guided them up to the waistband of your pants. Taking your nonverbal cue for what it was, Kenma easily unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. You helped him take them off, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. He brought his hand up, using one finger to slide them to the side, exposing you completely.
The man stilled for a moment, eyes locked onto your intimate area. A determined look climbed into them as he inched forward, ready to absolutely devour you. It was only when he was mere centimeters away and you could feel the heat of his breath that you put your hand on his forehead and gently pushed back.
“Cold feet?”
Yes. You shook your head. “What about your couch?” you asked, trying to give him any reason to back out of this.
Kenma rolled his eyes, “What about it?” He grabs his hair and yanks out his loose bun, pulling it back up into a much tighter one so the hair is completely out of his face.
“What if I make a mess on it?”
“I have money for a new one,” he replied smoothly. His arms wrapped around your legs, tugging you forward so you were at the edge of the couch, back to being so close you could feel his shallow breathing. You gasp. “Don’t really like this couch anyways. Besides, if you do ruin it, just means I’m playing the game right.”
You don’t reply. Kenma turns his eyes up to your face, keeping them glued to it as he leans forward. They scan your face for any more signs of hesitance. There’s none. His nose presses gently against your clit, giving you one final chance to say something or push him away. One final chance to back out.
Nothing happens. You don’t stop him. He licks a long stripe up your pussy.
Another gasp rips out of you. Not out of fear or discomfort. Kenma watched the way your mouth falls open and stays there. He knows you liked that. He does it again and again until your gasps turn into silent mews of pleasure. You were enjoying this.
Stage one: complete.
Kenma’s eyes close as he buries himself further into you. He sucks gently at your clit as one of his arms undoes itself from being wrapped around your leg. He replaces his mouth with his hand, rubbing you with his fingers while he prods his tongue against your hole.
Your hands shoot to the back of his head at the sensation. This is entirely unexplored sexual territory for you. Far from a virgin but never having an orgasm. Your mind comes quickly to the realization that you’ve never been so aroused before and that you may actually cum from this. Your first orgasm is going to be at the hands of your childhood friend, Kenma.
The same Kenma who didn’t start dating until after graduating high school. Who was twenty-one the first time he had sex and had told you and Kuroo with slight shame when he realized how late to the party he was. Who suggested eating you out like it was a game to him. The same Kenma who was currently eating you out like he’s done it to a million other women (even though this is his first time making the attempt— he’s just really good at responding to your sexual cues).
“Kenma,” you sigh, head falling against the back of his couch in pure bliss. Your hands find the back of his head, fingers lacing themselves i’m his hair. You push him closer.
This was fine. He was just going to do this one thing, make you orgasm for the first time, and you’d both walk away like nothing happened. Totally normal thing for friends to do… right?
He switched his hand and his tongue, oblivious to the mental war in your head right now. One of his fingers prods at your hole, dripping from a mixture of your own arousal and his spit. He coats his finger in it. Then with the smallest warning, Kenma slides his middle finger into you.
“Oh my— Kenma!” you moan at the feeling.
Stage two: complete.
His name begins to fall from your lips like a mantra. You glance down at him. He looks so into it— into you. It turns you on more.
For a moment, you forget Kenma has a sixth sense for knowing when someone’s watching him. It startles you when he peels his eyes open, his intense, golden ones meeting yours. He doesn’t break the eye contact. Instead, he removes his other hand from around your leg and finds one of your hands holding the back of his head. He gently removes it, intertwining your fingers with his.
That’s your only warning before he adds another finger. Another moan, louder this time. Your back arches, pressing yourself further into him on accident. His eyes are still connected with yours. Kenma liked the view. He takes a mental screenshot, as if he’s actually playing a game and just found a treasure so rare he never wants to forget the moment he discovered it.
Kenma flattens his tongue on your clit, pressing it harder against you. The fingers in his hair grip harder. He groans into you. You’ve never felt like this before. It’s a feeling you instantly promise yourself to trade anything for to feel it again.
Then, very suddenly, something in you shifts. The overwhelming feeling of having to pee hits you like a truck. “Kenma,” you try to warn, but it comes out more like a moan than a cautionary tale. You try to pull him away from your cunt. “Kenma, I feel like— shit— like I have to pee,” you complain. Again, you try to pull him away.
But Kenma doesn’t budge. No, instead, he pushes himself further into you, picking up the pace of his fingers. The feeling of needing to pee doesn’t go away; it intensifies. You beg him to stop, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment and him from the disgusting feat. He still doesn’t listen.
“Kenmakenmakenma,” you repeat. The hand intertwined with his tightens.
You can’t hold it back anymore. A cry leaves your lips as you let go. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulder. Like whatever just happened removed all the stress and tight muscles from your body in one go. If cloud nine was a place, you just established a residency there.
You’re panting, staring at the ceiling when the mortification hits you. You just peed on Kenma.
“I’m so sorry!”
The man pulls away from your pussy like he’s just been kicked out of his own house, like he doesn’t actually want to. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry for what?” he asks. There’s a victorious glint in his eyes as he wipes away the liquid dripping down his chin with the back of his hand.
“I just peed on you…” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact entirely. Surely he was regretting his decision to eat you out.
An amused look replaces his confusion. He covers his mouth to hide his laughter. Your eyes snap down to him when you catch him chuckle. Kenma just grins. “You didn’t pee on me,” Kenma tells you. He looks down at your cunt, pulsing and still dripping wet. “I just made you squirt.”
Boss fight: complete.
“Huh?” Now it’s your turn to be confused. “That wasn’t me squirting. I peed on you! I felt it!”
Kenma shook his head. “Peeing and squirting use similar body parts,” he tells you. “Squirting is just involuntary as opposed to you being able to choose when to pee. They practically feel the same… or so I’ve been told.” He stands up for the first time since he knelt down in front of you. His hand reaches up to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “In other words, you just had your first orgasm. Congratulations.”
You look up at him, panting. “How’d you do that?” you asked. Kenma removes his hand from your face. You almost sigh at the loss of contact.
He shrugs, “Magic touch.”
You roll your eyes. Kenma only grins again before walking out the room. He comes back a minute later with a towel and a bottle of water. He offers you both. After you’ve cleaned yourself off and guzzled down half the water, Kenma sits down next to you. His arms stretches across the back of the couch, pulling you into his side. You lean into him.
“Looks like Kuro isn’t the only one who can coax an orgasm out of a woman,” Kenma comments casually. He restrains his smile when you slap his chest.
You’re unsure of where this leaves your friendship. You don’t bring it up, but if he ever offered to do something like that for you again, you promise yourself to jump on the opportunity. This revelation has you wondering how your feelings about Kenma have changed— if they’ve changed at all.
Kenma, oblivious to your mental battle, gently rubs your arm. While you’re not sure what the future holds, you’re content with the moment. Right now, you’ll let him hold you. The future can wait.
pt 2??? anyways, thank you for reading! as always, likes, comments, and replies are appreciated and encouraged. i’m currently working on posting a little more and then making a masterlist
this is lowkey buns because its been a while since ive made one of these this is very vanilla sfw shit ill get freaky in my next rest your little heads
it was just about to hit 3:00am, 2:59am to be exact. i was in the middle of a marvel rivals match, we were just about to win but they got to point before me and my team could,
“ugh come on! we were so close” i say as i huff under my breath. kenma lets out a chuckle, “we? i carried you, more like I was close”.. he says in response. i scoffed, “how dare you? if it wasnt for my heals you wouldn’t be carrying us”..i say in a sassy tone. “hm.. oh yeah?”..he says in a sarcastic tone. “yeah! hmph”..i say as i lean back into my chair.
i push my mic closer to my mouth, “fine if you carry me then you dont need me to play rivals with you huh?”..i say, kenma stays quiet for a second in a way like he was thinking of how to respond. “you know.. y/n i..-“.. kenma gets cut off by kuro barging into his room. “kenma its 3am dude get off that shit, you raging and yapping is so annoying”…kuro says, he sounded like he just woke up his voice was deep and low. kenma scoffs “yeah? and you coming in here interrupting is annoying”.. kenma mumbles under his breath, “what did you say?”..kuro response. “nothing kuro can you just close my door im getting off right now”..kenma says in a snappy tone. all i hear is the door shut through the call, and he then took a deep huff soon after. “so… are you like…”…i drag on what im gonna ask because the curiosity of what he was gonna say before getting interrupted was killing me.. ”am i?” he says. “were you gonna finish your sentence?”..
“i was gonna say i like-”..
the call cuts out, i sit in the silence for a second did he just confess his feelings? “what? you like?”..no response from him, “kenma?”…silence. “hello???”…
“hm?” i hear come from his side of the call..”what did you say? you cut off?”..
pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader
wc 7.2k
warnings / tags mdni!!! reader is a famous actress, use of (name) for reader insert like three times, model lev appearance, lev and kenma siblingism, wingman lev if you squint, reader is a global brand ambassador for MiuMiu, reader wears a skirt, dubcon, reader and kenma are tipsy, raw pinv, cunninglingus, m and f orgasm, public bathroom s ex, condescending praise, kenma gets compared to a cat when going down on reader, baby and princess used as pet names for reader, mirror sex, spit used as lube, aftercare if you squint really hard, strangers to ?, nervous-ish kenma and nervous-ish reader, mutual feelings, sm ut, fluff
note at first i was going to base this fic off of superstar by jamelia but then i got an idea for i wanna be your boyfriend by hot freaks and it somehow came back to superstar, so enjoy being famous for 7.2k words..! (my longest fic yet omds)
"Hey chat, I told you guys that I would do a quick Q&A before I started playing today and my team found some really compelling questions that you all sent." Kenma's cat-like eyes looked into the camera, a content expression was on his face while he spoke to his larger-than-life fanbase.
After answering a few questions that hundreds of thousands people had asked the most, having fun laughing along with his chat. Creating new memories with his fans, it came time for the final question.
"If you have one, who's your celebrity crush..?" Kenma paused, leaning back slightly in his chair while he pretended to put deep thought into this question. All of it was just for dramatics though. "God that one actress in that new movie, (name) right? Yeah she's cute." Kenma's lips quirked up a little on that last part, and it didn't go unnoticed by his fans.
The chat erupted into various messages of shock, laughter, and slight anger from fans who thought they had a chance with Kodzuken. All Kenma did was softly laugh while he went to start up the game he promised his fans that he'd play today.
And that was all he thought would come from that situation, just an inside joke between him and his fans that he had a ‘crush’ on you.
You were sleeping in your bed in your high-rise apartment, unassumingly. While Kenma was doing a late-night stream somewhere his fans didn't recognize, they figured he wasn't in Japan though. He was rumored to be a guest at a MiuMiu event, some suspected he was able to get in due to Lev modeling for the brand. And you were confirmed to be going to that event, so fans of yours that were also fans of Kodzuken were littered throughout his chat while he streamed, trying to put two to two together.
Kenma didn't think too much about name dropping you, sure he had a million twitch subscribers and was the biggest user on that platform and had fan pages with hundreds of thousands of followers that only focused on clipping him to smithereens. 'But there was no way this would come back to you', he thought. A harmless statement saying that he finds you attractive was nothing newsworthy, but like always. People get attached to the silliest of statements.
Kenma didn't see these videos when they first released, just a mere hour after his stream ended. And you didn't see the videos when they dropped due to being asleep. But there were ship edits of you two, the devil works fast but his fans managed to work faster. Various cute songs like Shadow by f(x), Kinky Love by Pale Saints, and even the Snuggle Song by Schnuffel Bunny were played over videos of yours and Kenma's face while their creativity decided on how those pictures were intricately presented on screen. Honestly, if you had seen the videos you would've been impressed with their editing skills.
They even made Alternative Universe edits with you and Kenma. Kenma wouldn't see any of these edits until the morning, and you wouldn't see them until after the event. But they were there, the fanbase for you x Kenma was growing quicker than the two of you or your teams could have imagined it becoming.
“Over here Miss!”
“Look this way!”
“You look fabulous tonight!’
“I love that pose!”
A collection of people with cameras that were big enough to cover their face were calling your name, demanding you to look in various directions. Your ears were already annoyed before you stepped onto the red, velvety carpet, and their unnecessary yelling made it worse. You were sporting a fashionable look for tonight’s show, something your stylist put together for you. It was an outfit that was true to you, something you'd actually wear outside of tonight. You were proud to be modeling it for tonight, happy to be looking your best before you spent the rest of your evening drinking and socializing.
Your security detail and manager helped you leave the carpet safely, guiding you into the venue of where you’d spent a majority of your night. This was one of the biggest nights of the year for MiuMiu as they'd be showcasing their Spring/Summer 26 collection. And you were one of their best, and biggest global ambassadors. Your recent modeling campaign for them did incredible numbers. They loved you, and your fans loved you with them as they showed love to all of the photos you took for the campaign. And the best part of this whole thing was that your advertisements managed to grab the attention of the general public, people who had never heard of your name before saw the photo and video ads you did, and loved them. You were showered with praise from the minute your photoshoot with them dropped as people felt it was something new, you were fresh in their eyes.
People started using your pictures for profile pictures, making edits to you with pretty songs in the background. Your favorite one was a creative edit that had gotten almost three million likes, your face and body edited to ‘How to Pretend’ by Lucy Bedroque.
And not to mention the whole reason of why you were able to get a global ambassadorship with MiuMiu. Your recent work in the Hollywood acting industry, your talent was praised by numerous professionals and critics, despite this being your first ‘hollywood’ gig. Since you starred alongside an extremely well-loved and respected actor, people had no idea how the no-name next to them was going to blend well with their talent. And you quickly shut down all of their doubts, and now all of sudden you were a media darling. Various interviews and sponsorships came your way almost immediately, and about three months after your basically overnight boom in popularity, MiuMiu had reached out to you.
It was safe to say that this year was your year, you were at the top after what felt like ages of trying to 'make it'. You felt the love from your fans, the general public, and even the media that you thought only existed to tear people down.
But some people were curious about your personal life. You knew that parasocial fans would have come along eventually, but you didn’t think that they would be so fascinated with you. So you started doing vlogs, seemingly alone in your day-to-day life besides seeing your management team and a few friends. Fans were curious if you had a partner, to which you responded, ‘no’, whenever the question came up in interviews.
So luckily, tonight was a night that you'd be surrounded by people going through the same thing. Although some fans managed to come in as they were also journalists and had to report on the fashion show, there were also designers and plenty of other celebrities who were also brand ambassadors for MiuMiu. As your security detail helped you find your front-row seat, they walked away as you started to take in your surroundings. You checked your phone, seeing your manager sent you a text to 'let me know if you need anything or want to leave, don't worry too much about networking tonight if you want to rest. It's been a long year.'
You appreciated the thought your manager had for you, she knew better than to exploit you and work you to the bone. You had been grinding for a majority of the year anyway, now it was finally September and you had no idea what the rest of your year was going to be filled with. You auditioned for some projects, and some casting directors reached out to you offering roles. So you figured the next step was to start sifting through those with your manager and casting agent.
But the biggest thing on your mind, literally, was the guy sitting next to you. You didn't know his exact height but you knew he was too tall to not be on the runway with the rest of the lengthy models.
With shiny silver hair and striking green eyes, standing out must have been something he was used to. And his outfit was a collection of pieces that MiuMiu had created, so you concluded that he was an ambassador too.
"Hey," was all that came out of your mouth before you had even thought of how to approach this situation. His slithering green eyes looked in your direction, an unreadable expression on his face. "How are you?" You asked politely.
He smiled kindly, showing off his near perfect, white teeth, "I'm doing good! How about you?"
"I'm fine, are you an ambassador as well?" You asked, his face looked way friendlier now that he wasn’t caught off guard.
"Yeah, I am. I've modeled for them for quite some time now.. my friend Kenma hasn't though, he's not too into fashion." The tall man glanced beside him, leaning back slightly so you could see his friend.
You leaned forward despite his efforts, and saw one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. His medium-length black hair had blond tips at the end, his golden cat-like eyes seemed so bored as he looked into his phone. You looked at his plush, pink lips, two silver rings adorned his bottom lip. Something that made you wonder how people tolerate the pain for certain piercings.
"Kenma, say hi man." The tall man, whose name you realized you didn't know, nudged his friend to look up from his phone.
As ‘Kenma’ lifted his head up, turning off his phone which looked to be pretty new. His eyes had a slight shock in them, his mouth agape, as if he wasn't expecting to see you.
"Hi.." Was all the shorter man could spit out.
"Hi!" You introduced yourself to him with your name.
"I'm Lev by the way." The tall man shot in, you gave him a smile and started up a conversation with him.
But 'Kenma' interrupted, "I'm Kenma," he said. "It's nice to meet you," he smiled softly while extending his hand to you, his eyes blinking slowly as he looked you up and down.
You took his hand, shaking it gently, "it's nice to meet you Kenma." The way you said his name with the sweetest look on your face, the soft grasp of your hand. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. Kenma knew he had to find a way to talk to you at the brand-sponsored afterparty, there was no way he was letting his opportunity go.
Before the show started, Lev started to show you something on his phone, some pictures from a recent trip he took with his sister. You leaned over to see it better, and no doubt that the two of you conversing together would become a viral moment later on as your every move was being recorded.
The large room was dim, with flickers of light scattered around it. It was decorated in sleek blacks, greys, and whites with the occasional pop of tan brown and light blue, and the words ‘MiuMiu’ were littered throughout the afterparty. For promotional photos no doubt. Most of the color in the room came from the outfits other ambassadors and partygoers were wearing. The bass from the music thumped against the floor and walls, you looked over towards the dance floor to see various celebrities around your age recording themselves dancing on their phones.
You rested your arms on the tall, black table, wondering where you should start for your evening of socializing. You were alone for the night as your agent thought it would do you some good to be solo for an evening as she was often by your side. But you preferred having a familiar face against a sea of unknown ones. I mean you knew who these people were, some of the most famous young people in Hollywood today. And judging by the statistics, you were the biggest at the current moment. So it shouldn't have been so difficult to find the courage to introduce yourselves to others.
But it was. So you stood at the table with a tall flute of champagne, wondering if you were able to go home early after shooting some promotional reels and tiktoks for the brand.
"Hey! I remember you!" You heard a familiar voice shout out, you saw the silver-haired model from earlier, Lev.
You sighed out of relief, seeing a face you recognized, "hey! I didn't know you'd be here."
"Yeah, they invited me to go and my agent wanted me to get some pictures at this party. You wanna take a few?" He suggested, his kindness was so strong you could almost see it radiating around him.
"Sure!"
As he walked closed to you, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You saw Kenma from earlier, standing at the other end of the small but tall table.
He caught you so off guard you weren't able to properly pose for the picture Lev had quickly taken. You didn’t notice, but Kenma’s fingers were moving by his side. As if he was trying to regulate himself.
"Oh that is not a good one.." Lev murmured while scrolling through the three pictures he took.
"How about we take one together?" Kenma's gold eyes looked into yours as he took a sip from his own flute of champagne, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Yeah sure," you said breathlessly, you had no idea why you were all of a sudden so nervous.
Maybe it was the lack of emotion behind his eyes, everything seemed so causal for him. He was nonchalant! That's what made you nervous about him, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. His stare was intense, in a good way.
And it didn't help that he was obviously, very attractive. And more importantly, exactly your type.
Kenma walked over to you, placing his cold hand on your shoulder, just how Lev did, but this time it felt right considering Kenma wasn't completely towering over you.
"Say cheese," Kenma's smile was cheshire adjacent, his eyes looked like he was up to no good. As if his body was one place, but his intentions with this photo were somewhere else.
And you smiled, making sure to keep your eyes open as the back of his phone camera flashed. The sudden burst of bright light stood out in the dim room, a few heads turned in your direction before turning back.
"We should all take some pictures together then!" Lev suggested, you don't think you've ever seen someone look so happy from a mere idea.
You nodded your head, as you were already in between Kenma and Lev there wasn't much adjusting to do besides smiling and using your hand to create various poses that one of you would eventually post.
The next hour or so went pretty well, you talked to Lev and Kenma in the meantime. You discovered that they both knew each other from high school, playing volleyball together on a relatively successful team. You had wondered why they had such sibling-like interactions, you supposed knowing someone in their adolescence could have that same affect though.
You learned about how Lev got his start in modelling, his older sister, Alisa modeled and decided to force him to a casting call in which he swiftly passed. That being the start of his successful career.
"So what do you do, Kenma?" You inquired as you took a sip from your second champagne glass of the night.
"Nothing too much," he downplayed. "But uh, I go to college, I play games for a living- I'm a streamer."
Lev narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, looking at him as if he was guilty of something. Lev opened his mouth, "he also owns his own company! And he trades stock from time to time, he's a busy man!" Lev boasted for Kenma.
Your eyes widened after hearing all of that, what Kenma presented on his own was already impressive. But hearing everything else he did was the cherry on top.
"You like to keep busy?"
"Something like that.." Kenma trailed off, trying his hardest not to punch Lev in his gut like Yaku would've done.
You all continued to converse, Kenma tried to act causal while Lev wasn’t allowing him to do so. As you were speaking to Kenma, his gaze made your stomach flip, his gold eyes were so intense you felt as if you were being investigated for a crime. Kenma looked at you so intently as you explained how you interpreted your character’s morality.
“And the most interesting thing about her is that her father was a huge influence on her morals, but he’s never been shown on screen. So viewers just have to infer on what her father believed in through her, somewhat butchered, perspective on his teachings.” You explained.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Kenma laughed softly at your enthusiasm, “that’s cute. Seems like your character is deeper than people thought.”
His eyes were doing that thing again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you knew he was thinking something. All you could make out was a glint of condescension, but he seemed like he was genuinely interested in hearing your interpretation of your character. But you two continued to talk, he asked questions about you, you asked questions about him. It felt easy to talk to Kenma, it was natural how your conversation flowed. Like how airy curtains flowed on a windy day after a window was opened.
You were feeling tipsy after three flutes of champagne but that just meant you could keep the party going without having to worry about what you were doing at the moment.
Without any reasoning, you grabbed Kenma's hand, the coldness of his palm sent chills up your spine. Kenma's cat-like eyes observed you as you guided him to the dance floor, your backside pressed up against him as you swayed to the beat. Kenma did his best to match you, his hands were placed upon your waist trying to follow your lead. You rested the back of your head on his shoulder, messing up your hair a little. But your somewhat disheveled appearance was worth the feeling of Kenma’s breath softly hitting your neck.
And as the two of you swayed, you had no idea another global ambassador was live-streaming. Her phone propped up on one of the tables as she stood there casually eating the 'food' the brand had provided. Conversing with some of her celebrity friends in a joyful manner, even if she took up the majority of her phone screen. You and Kenma were perfectly placed in the background of her live stream, the two of you looked real comfortable with each other too as people started to notice you two in the background.
"I lovee this song," you slurred, trying your best to grind up against Kenma. Even if his hands were cold, the rest of his body felt warm pressed up against yours.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm!" You just smiled, letting the bass thump in your ears.
It felt like you were on that dance floor for an eternity before you turned around to face Kenma. His face looked so beautiful under the pale, blue light the room was now covered in. You were so close to his face you were practically breathing in the air he was breathing out.
His golden eyes stared directly into yours, no longer emotionless but something else took over. He looked as hungry as a stray cat, one that hadn’t eaten in days. And you were the first piece of food he had stumbled across. As you continued to gaze into each other's eyes, the music sounded like it was muted. The various chatters of conversation that had surrounded you minutes ago ceased to exist in your world. It was only you and Kenma now, and you intended to make the best of your new reality. You stumbled into the bathroom before you could even realize you had walked over there. The bright, white light was a stark contrast from the dim, blue light from the party.
And luckily for you and Kenma it was a small, one stall bathroom with a lock that guaranteed nobody else could get in.
Kenma's cold hands cupped your hips as his plush lips pressed up against yours. Your lips combined made various smacking sounds as the kiss deepened, you couldn't tell if it was your spit or Kenma's dribbling down your chin as he lifted you onto the sink.
His hands traced pictures onto your thighs, you felt little x's and o's as his fingers danced on your skin.
"You know I'm an Emmy nominee?" You breathed out as you felt Kenma's hand itching towards your inner thigh.
"Yeah I do," he responded, looking at you, wondering why you broke the kiss.
"Just thought you should know.." You continued, "y'know I also have had multiple, successful global campaigns with brands people can only dream of working for?" You were nervous, rambling to soothe yourself.
"Because you're just soo great and amazing, right?" Kenma's eyes bore into yours, your stomach clenched from his stare.
You had never imagined that your type, on paper, and print, would be into you. No matter how successful you became, but here reality was, proving you wrong in the best way possible.
It felt as if the world was rewarding you for being wrong for once.
"You're just so successful aren't you?" His condescending tone made your thighs press together, his salty praise lightly coated little fires across your skin, you felt yourself burning up.
"I am."
"You are." Kenma's smirk was something you had deemed dangerous from this moment on, that sly look you remembered from earlier. Like he knew something you didn't.
Kenma breathed out before going back in to kiss you, the sloppy kiss was filled with combined spit, and tongue sliding on each other.
His hands inched up further, pulling at the edges of your skirt.
Kenma broke the kiss, staying as close to you as possible. Your lips brushed up against each as he spoke, "can I?"
You pulled your head back to really look at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. But as you searched into the golden abyss of his eyes, you weren’t able to come back out with a solid conclusion or theory for what was going on in that mind of his.
And that was all Kenma needed to hear before pulling you off of that poor sink and turning you around. His cold hands made contact with your warm skin, his chilled fingers grasped desperately at your thighs as if he’d die if he didn’t.
He got on his knees, placing his face right where your underwear was soaked with your juices, and smelt you. Kenma’s little sigh of relief made you bite your lip as you turned around to see the lewd position he was in.
“Now what?” You asked.
All Kenma did was smile, “what do you want me to do?”
“What were you planning on doing?” You pushed.
“Hm.. what did you think I was going to do?” Kenma pushed back.
You bite your lip, now too nervous to explicitly say what you knew he was going to do. You were starting to regret opening your mouth to challenge him.
“I want you to.. eat me out?” That didn’t sound as confident as you wanted it to.
But that didn’t matter, all Kenma did was chuckle at your sudden shyness as both of his hands gripped the sides of your laced underwear, pulling them down to your ankles as his face disappeared under your short skirt.
You looked into the mirror, wondering what Kenma was going to do now. All you could feel was his hands caressing your thighs, it felt like forever before you actually felt something.
But when you did feel something, it caught you off guard, just a little lick near your clit. Like a cat tasting new food its owner brought it, cautious to go all of the way. And another lick, this one was more daring, going from your clit to your hole. You shuddered as Kenma’s licks were starting to get to you, the sensation of his rough but gummy tongue up against your clit was giving you subtle pleasure. And you started to crave more.
You whined as you poked your ass out, hoping to inch your pussy closer to his soft lips. You felt the vibrations from Kenma’s laugh as he decided to stop teasing you and put his lips around you clit, and started to suck.
“Mmmh,” You moaned out as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, no longer kitten licking you for a mere taste test. Kenma decided that he liked the new food his owner brought him, hoping that they would remain loyal to this brand.
You leaned over on the sink, using it for support as your legs shivered from Kenma’s stimulation.
"Ha~ you taste so good baby," you felt Kenma's lip curl into a smile over your clit. His lips, now coated with your slick, continued to kiss your pussy, as if he was a cat grateful for the meal his owner granted him.
A knot in your stomach started to form, feeling ready to burst at any moment as Kenma sucked on your clit like his life depended on it.
"Kenma!" You squealed out as he switched between flicking his tongue and sucking on you.
You looked behind you to be greeted by the lewd scene, the streamer down on his knees, pleasing you.
"M'gonna cum!"
"Come for me baby," the vibration from Kenma’s groan was enough to send you over the edge.
His hands gripped at your thighs, keeping you up as leaned over the sink as the build-up of pleasure all came crashing down on you at once.
You were panting while looking at yourself in the mirror after coming down from your brief high. Kenma appeared behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he placed soft kisses on your neck.
"Wow," was all you could say. The warmth that was radiating from Kenma felt overwhelming, like you were burning up from a fever that there was no cure for.
"Was I good?" His lips felt so warm against your sensitive neck it felt like he would’ve left an imprint on you.
You hesitated to answer, even if you already knew how you were gonna respond, "you were good."
Kenma's cat-like eyes scanned over you, trying to observe how you were feeling. Seeing if it was okay to go further. Like a kitten trying to analyze an adult cat, stalking around it, softly placing its paws on the ground as it circles around it.
"Can I fuck you?" Kenma's blunt question took you quickly out of your post-nut clarity trance.
You looked at him in the mirror, just to see his eyes staring back at you. His pupils were so blown out you could barely see the gold in his eyes, his natural eye color was reduced to a small ring.
"Yeah,” was all you could say.
Kenma hiked up your skirt, your ankles still bound by your underwear. Your eyes focused on him, his long black hair that was tied in a bun looked cuter than it did two hours ago. His black strands acted as a curtain for his ears, but under the sterile, white lights you could see some of his silver ear piercings shining underneath the brightness.
You couldn't see what he was doing behind you, all you could see was him moving his arms around and the sound of a belt unbuckling and zipper going down.
"You ready?"
You nodded your head yes.
Kenma whimpered as his pink tip grinded on your pussy, his hand gripped his dick making it go back and forth. The only thing you could hear was 'shlick shlick shlick' as he tried to gather enough of your juices to use for a makeshift lube.
And you then felt it, a ‘ptuh’ sound came behind you. You could see the remnants of Kenma’s spit dribbling down his lip. He used his thumb to rub his spit on your slit.
You gasped softly as you felt yours walls being split open, Kenma slid inside of you slowly, savoring the feeling of your wet pussy inviting him in so sweetly.
"You feel amazing," he said as he bottomed out inside of you.
He took a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move. His dick was bigger than you had expected it to be, it filled you up so nicely, as if it was meant to be there inside of you.
"Mmmh," you sighed, leaning your head back on his shoulder.
The way Kenma dick was bullying your insides, you felt your body start to falter. Your head hung over the sink as he pounded into you, unable to look at yourself in the mirror.
"Look at me while I fuck you princess," Kenma's voice filled your ear. But you were too overwhelmed to follow his orders, his dick thrusting in and out of you hitting that sweet spot inside of you so brutally. You whined as he used one of his hands to grab your face, guiding you to look in the mirror.
You took one of your hands off of the sink, and pressed behind you at Kenma's stomach. The pleasure covered you like a suffocating blanket, you couldn't take it anymore. Kenma's dick felt too good, you had to find some way to elevate the intensity of the pleasure.
But Kenma didn't care, "move your hand baby."
You just whined in response, not wanting to move the only thing that was keeping you from screaming from ecstasy.
"I asked you to move your hand, come on." Kenma's sickeningly sweet voice travelled from your ears, right to your pussy. The tone of his voice turned you on in a way you didn't think was possible.
Kenma grunted, grabbing you by your wrist and placing your hand on your stomach.
"Oh my god!" You squealed as Kenma pressed your hand into your stomach, the feeling on his hand on yours was enough to make you almost ask, 'what are we?'.
"Fuck," Kenma whispered as his tip kept colliding with your sweet spot. His thrust grew sloppier as he felt his release coming soon.
Kenma used his other hand to start rubbing circles on your clit, not wanting to cum first on your first encounter together. He couldn’t leave a bad impression for your first time together.
"Kenma you're fucking me so good ohmygod," tears threatened to fall from the corner of your eyes, you genuinely couldn't how well he already knew your body and you had just met.
But you were too lost in pleasure to see his catty eyes observing you so intently, his eyes and ears paying attention to what got the biggest reaction out of you as his dick was grinding up inside of you.
"Fuckfuckfuck," Kenma sputtered out, whining right into your ear as his clothed hips continued to meet your ass. "M'so close," Kenma whimpered.
And after the buildup of his dick hitting you that spot inside of you over and over again and his long fingers circling your clit, you came. You came hard, your legs were shaking as Kenma continued to thrust inside of you.
"Kenma please!"
"You're doing so good for me ha~" Kenma praised, now chasing his own release.
Kenma came with a loud whimper, but you sure were nobody heard it over the loud music. He pulled out, deciding to cum on your thigh rather than inside of your warm pussy.
You felt his torso meet your back, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other one was around your hip. In hopes of keeping you up as you tried to balance in your heels.
"Mm," you sighed, the sleepy smile on your face was enough for Kenma to know that he satisfied you fully.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kenma's rhetorical question made your lip quiver, you liked this side of him.
"No.. it wasn't."
"That's what I thought."
Kenma let go of you to grab some paper towel to clean up the cum that was now dripping down your leg. You pulled your panties up and looked over at Kenma.
"I'm gonna use the bathroom now.." You spoke out.
"Oh yeah, right." Kenma walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Waiting for you to come out.
After you used the bathroom, you washed your hands. And as you grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Like really looked at yourself, wondering if any feelings of guilt were to arise. But they didn't, you felt good about this. About Kenma.
You felt confident in your decision in allowing Kenma into your world. You didn't know too much about him, so maybe it wasn't your proudest moment to sleep with a stranger. But he was cute, and you were both young and successful so why not?
You walked out of the bathroom, not expecting to see Kenma leaned up against the wall. Your eyes tried their best to adjust to the dim lighting of the party, a stark contrast from the surgical lights in the sterile bathroom.
"Wanna get out of here?" Kenma asked.
"What about Lev?"
"Right.. I'm sure he'll find his way back home."
"I think I'll just go home actually, I had a good time tonight though." You didn't know why, but you just wanted to go lay in your bed now. Most likely due to being up longer than you would have liked. And most of the energy you had left for the party, was spent on fucking Kenma.
"Can I walk you out, if that’s okay?" He suggested, like a gentleman.
"Sure-!" You cut yourself off, your legs suddenly fell weak.
Kenma's hands caught your waist, he wrapped his arm around your waist as he led you out of the venue. He decided that he would text Lev in the morning where he went for the night after unintentionally leaving Lev by himself.
And neither of you knew that Kenma's arm wrapped around your waist and your wobbly legs were in the background of that same girl's live. The small moment between you the two of you was to be picked and prodded at by tens of thousands of people on social media before the sun rose tomorrow.
You made it home safely that night. It was now 1pm, your eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light. You were just waking up after your satisfying night. Cuddled up in the warmth and unbelievable comfort of your luxury couch, in your well decorated living room.
You hadn’t heard anything from Kenma since that night, although it had only been a few hours since your encounter. You wanted some form of communication, but you didn’t want to reach out first. So instead of contacting Kenma like a normal person, you decided to obsessively look at all of his social media pages. His instagram, his twitter, his tiktok account (and even a few fan pages). Before you landed on his youtube account, where his profile picture had a thin, red circle around it with white letters that spelled out "LIVE" at the bottom.
You figured that you would click on it, see what he was up to since you were ‘clearly’ not on his mind.
"I mean yeah, those events are just usually like that, no? You just take pictures and talk and do interviews about yourself so it was chill, I met some cool people that night so I don't think those events are useless." You heard his calm voice from the other side of the screen, he was sitting at his desk. Nothing else on the screen but his attractive face, his microphone in the corner of the screen, and the chat filled with adoring fans.
"God you guys are running these piercings into the ground, I thought this ear map would suit me. You all voted on it," his laugh was soft and raspy, that kind of laugh that made you smile unintentionally.
"But did I have a good night?" Kenma's cat-like eyes had found a new emotion to display, anyone could tell he was reminiscing on something. "Oh I had an incredible night, I was in the bathroom for most of it though." He smirked while the chat exploded.
As you wondered what he exactly meant by, ‘Oh I had an incredible night,’ you skimmed the chat for clues.
"OMG SO THE RUMORS ARE TRUE"
"Kodzuken getting play before GTA 6 😭😭"
"bro linked up with (name) and it's all he can talk about now"
"stop you guys would be such a cute couple"
"You should invite her on stream!!"
The various messages made you conclude that people had known that you two had hooked up at that gala. But how? I mean sure, it's not like you two were super discreet, both heading off to the bathroom area at the same time. And you were a little tipsy so you might have misremembered a few details, but nothing was completely omitted from your mind.
You knew following your dreams of being on screen meant that all eyes would be on you, but not like this. And you could tell that Kenma hadn't said anything too explicit, so how the hell did everyone seem to know?
You decided to go back on twitter, since they usually had most of the 'drama' in the most straight-forward way. You scrolled, seeing various tweets with your name and Kenma’s.
"Did you guys see Kenma with (name) at the MiuMiu party last night??"
"I can't believe we saw Kenma and (name) in the back of her live"
"the way they snuck off to the bathroom after grinding on each other.. this buzz!!"
"Streamer x Actor strikes again, hope this goes well for (name) streamers are gutter though im ngl"
"THIS (NAME) AND KENMA EDIT GET INTO THIS BUZZ OMG"
“Bye why do they look like they’re in a movie”
You closed out of the app, throwing your phone across the room, upset that you apparently weren't as discreet as you thought you were. You were lightly embarrassed at the fact that it seemed like everyone had the information to infer that you and Kenma had slept together. But luckily your phone landed on a pair of one of your shoes, so it wasn't damaged.
You turned around and buried your head in one of your too-comfortable pillows thinking, 'this could not be happening right now.'
It seemed like individual fan accounts were responding well to you 'allegedly' hooking up with Kenma at a party though. But what would the commercialized media have to say, would there be articles about this situation. Were people going to think that you were a whore, would Kenma's fans start attacking you for 'stealing their man'?
You had so many questions swirling around in your mind, it felt as if a mini tornado was running rampant in your brain. After being a media darling for so long, you had no idea if you were going to keep that image up after this 'incident', if you could even call it that.
As you started to become trapped by your thoughts, you heard your phone softly vibrate in your shoe. You looked up from the pillow, deciding to see what the notification could possibly be. Even though it was probably just your phone telling you if your screentime percentage was down or up from last week. You got up from the couch to grab your phone, just to sit back down on the couch to read the notification.
[kodzuken] Kenma
hey, how are you today?
A simple message showing interest in you, you started at the notification for what felt like hours before you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram.
You wasted no time in thinking if you should respond, you didn't want him to know but you had been waiting for something from him. Whether it was a text or seeing that he had blocked you on all platforms. Any reminder that he remembered your existence would have made you content.
[you]
I'm doing fine, how about you?
[kodzuken] Kenma
i'm a little tired but i promised my fans a stream tdy
did you see anything about us from that party last night?
[you]
Yeah I did actually.. you didn't say anything explicitly about what went down that night did you?
[kodzuken] Kenma
nah i didnt, figured it wasn't my place.
i wanted to talk to you about it though
[you]
what's up?
[kodzuken] Kenma
i was wondering if i could take you out on a date? i'm still in LA for another week or two, are you busy saturday?
[you]
not that i can remember.. but i'll have to check in with my manager.
[kodzuken] Kenma
cool, just let me know
i'll set something up :)
You still thought the tone in which he said he had an 'incredible night' was weird, so you knew not to forget to bring it up whenever you two eventually went out on Saturday.
And you knew you had nothing going on this Saturday, it was one of your only free days this week. Courtesy of your agent and manager who decided you deserved the weekend off after months on end of promotions and filming, not only on set, but commercials and interviews too.
You laid your back on the couch, gazing at your too-white ceiling. You took a deep breath in as the blue sky was in the corner of your eye, the light shining through your living room was natural, a gift from the sun.
And you couldn't help the smile that was forming on your face after replaying Kenma's texts in your head, how he ever so causally asked you out on a date. Being gentleman enough to set something up for the two of you, and hopefully it wasn’t a scheme to use you for your fame.
You hoped he genuinely wanted to get to know you, not the you who had countless billboard ads across the country. Not the you who was an Emmy nominee off of her acting debut, the you who modeled for high-fashion brands, and the you who went viral every other week,
But the you who liked sitting in a moving car just for the sake of going on a drive, the you who liked going to countless museums and admiring the artwork of the talented individuals. The you who posted on your instagram story of you trying out cafes in different cities, the you who had a genuine passion for acting and who decided to audition for the role of the lifetime.
And you decided then that you wouldn’t want Kenma if he didn't want to get to know the real you. After your interaction with Kenma last night, you hoped he understood that you were interested in getting to know Kenma. Not just the Kodzuken everyone ‘seemed’ to know.
hey! idk if i should really call these cliches but i didn’t know what else to call them. also im sorry tsukis is so short im not good at writing him but he definitely fit. hope u liking!
warnings/tags: a little suggestive if u squint but mostly sfw! gn!reader i think
bokuto
hot neighbor who helps you move in. he lives next door and he doesn’t seem threatening to you at all. why not let him carry a few heavy boxes up the stairs for you? it wasn’t like you were staring at his arms and back the whole time. maybe even invite him in for some coffee? he really doesn’t need it- he seems pumped up enough. and he talks a lot. it’s cute for a guy so big. the boxes were heavy, obviously, but the way his back flexed when he moved the box upward into his forearm and against his chest to open your door? oh, it was so smooth. the way he handled the heavy box while pushing your door open and saying something about the empty space made you think how he might handle something else.. you were definitely asking for that cup of coffee.
tsukishima
evil tutor. it wasn’t your choice to have an evil tutor, rather your teachers. your grades were usually good, but seemed to be tanking pretty quickly. “he’s has the best grades in the class!” he said. “don’t worry, just until the exam in two weeks.”your tutor was clearly smarter than you, clearly disliked you, and clearly not a good fit. until you have to meet outside of school. you’ve never been inside the dorm of a guy who hated you, and you’ve certainly never kissed a tutor. but they say there’s a first time for everything. it became very clear that clearly, he doesn’t actually dislike you, and clearly, he happens to be a great fit.
yamaguchi
the guy that picks up your books for you after you run into him. it was an awful day at work, so you didnt actually have any books. but if it were books, and it were cliche, it would be him. anyhow, after a long shift at the small hole in the wall you worked at, you had convinced the cooks to make you something to eat. except, when you went to leave and you turned to say bye to your coworkers, your grip on the door handle pulled you forward. a hot guy on his phone. and then you takeout box was on the ground, open and with your food completely ruined. hot guy frantically put his phone in his pocket while apologizing, scrambling to pick up your food for you, but you were busy doing the same. you bumped heads. groaning and such, you both held the top of your heads as you both squat near the door. he picked the rest of the food up as you both blocked the entrance. "my name is yamaguchi." he closed the box, throwing it in an outside trashcan next to the door. then someone tried to come out. you both got out of the way and were now next to the road. you introduced yourself and he smiled. his freckles were cute but you were super hungry. "im sorry, again. it was totally my fault, i wasnt looking, and i pulled the door really hard." you laughed, he looked nervous. "can i.. would you let me take you to get dinner? i was going to get some, anyways." oh, you were sure this will be much better than whatever your cooks made you.
kenma
the guy that runs into you and doesn’t pick up your books. well, until you called him out for it. "hey! what the hell, man?" you kneeled on the hallway floor, two books in your arm and waving the other in the air. he froze, the mysterious coward, and mumbled excuses as he helped you pick up your books. "uh, what was that?" after handing you your books, it wasnt until you had stood up and put your bag on your shoulder that he looked up at you. his eyes were wide and his mouth zipped shut. you looked at him, confused and almost concerned. "um, hello?! im talking to you! an apology would be nice?" he stood to his feet, legs shaking and clearly terried for some reason. "um, well.." he looked up at you but then darted his eyes to the side. "my name is kenma," kenma looked at you again. "and im sorry i bumped into you." you looked him up and down after that. since you had to basically tell him to help you, then he would have to do something else to earn your forgiveness. "hm. walk me to class?"
hey!! thanks for reading. sorry if it’s ooc! i’m doing kuroo, daichi and nishinoya next! lmk if u have any reqs!
as the title says ^^ ☆ incl.: akaashi, oikawa, & kenma. ☆ OKAY, this is the first time I’ve tried doing a smau so bear with me 💀 and it’s also the first hq post I’ve done since like… last year… so EASY on the criticism please. ignore timestamps & the quickly done drawings LMAO. also ignore any ooc 🙂↕️ THIS IS A WARMUP I PROMISE
AKAASHI.
OIKAWA.
KENMA.
translating/stealing/reposting w/o asking isn’t cool guys don’t do it
