;; boyfriend!kenma is the ultimate ‘low-battery’ cuddler. when he’s had a long day of meetings and sponsorship deals, he doesn’t want to talk. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair while the tv hums in the background. he’ll let out a long, shaky sigh, finally melting into the cushions because you’re his only safe zone.
;; boyfriend!kenma buys you the most thoughtful, high-tech gifts that make your life easier. if you mention your neck hurts, a top-of-the-line massager shows up the next day. if you say you’re cold, he installs smart-heating in the floors. he doesn’t always say “i love you” out loud, but your entire environment is optimized for your comfort because he’s the one controlling the settings.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a secret folder on his phone filled with candid photos of you. you sleeping, you laughing at a meme, you focused on your own hobbies. whenever he’s traveling for a gaming convention or a business trip, he scrolls through them to help him deal with the social exhaustion. you’re his tether to the real world.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves slow mornings with you. since he sets his own hours, he’ll stay in bed for an extra hour just to hold you. he likes to tuck his face into the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and just drift in that half-awake state where the only thing that matters is the weight of you in his arms.
;; boyfriend!kenma is a sucker for parallel play. he’ll be on his switch and you’ll be reading a book, but your feet are intertwined under the blanket. every once in a while, he’ll lean over and kiss your shoulder or the top of your head without saying a word, just checking in to make sure you’re still there.
;; boyfriend!kenma gives you his undivided attention when it really matters. he might be a busy CEO, but if you send him a text saying you’re having a bad day, he’ll delegate his tasks to his assistant and be home within twenty minutes with your favorite takeout and a new game he thinks you’ll like.
;; boyfriend!kenma likes to rest his chin on your head. since he’s usually hunched over a screen, standing up straight to tuck you under his chin feels like a reset for him. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just sway slightly, closing his eyes and enjoying the fact that, out of everything he’s built and won, you’re the best part of his life.
;; boyfriend!kenma is the king of low-effort luxury; he doesn't care about the price tag of the jewelry he buys you, only that it matches your eyes. he’ll casually drop thousands on a designer bag just because he saw you glance at it once in a magazine, presenting it to you while he’s halfway through a boss fight. “here, i thought it suits you.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a very specific love language: space. but not distance. he wants you in his office while he works, tucked into the crook of his arm or scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his lap. he’ll subconsciously reach out to rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles over your skin without ever looking away from his monitors.
;; boyfriend!kenma lets you wear his expensive, oversized hoodies—the ones that cost more than your—past—rent. he loves the way you smell like his cologne and home. when you try to return them, he just pushes them back into your arms. “keep it. i like seeing you in my things.”
;; boyfriend!kenma isn’t much for public displays of affection, but behind closed doors? he’s surprisingly needy. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck after a long stream, breathing you in until his heart rate slows down. his hands are always wandering, usually finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma spoils you with the bouncing ball corporate card. you have the login to all his accounts, and he gets a notification every time you spend his money—it’s his favorite kind of notification. he’ll text you: “saw you went to that cafe. get the dessert too, baby. i want to taste it off your lips later.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is incredibly observant. he knows exactly when you’re getting tired or overwhelmed before you even realize it. he’ll quietly close his laptop, scoop you up, and carry you to bed. he doesn’t say much, but the way he pulls the covers over you and then crawls in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, says everything.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a bit of a possessive streak that comes out in the quietest ways. if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he doesn’t make a scene; he just slides his arm around your waist, pulling you so close there’s no room for air, and lets his heavy gaze do the talking.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves it when you sit behind him while he’s gaming and play with his hair. it’s the only thing that can actually distract him from a high-stakes match. he’ll let out a soft, shaky breath when your nails graze his scalp, his hands faltering on the keyboard as he mutters, “y/n... don’t do that right now unless you want me to turn the PC off entirely.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a habit of pulling you onto his lap while he’s sitting in his expensive ergonomic chair. he’ll continue his business call or stream with one hand on the mouse and the other sliding under your thighs, hiking your skirt or shorts up just a little too high. he likes the thrill of you having to stay absolutely silent and still while he talks numbers, his fingers occasionally applying a firm, grounding pressure that makes your breath hitch.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves marking his territory in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. he’ll leave a faint, blooming bruise right on your collarbone or the sensitive skin behind your ear before he leaves for a meeting. he’ll smirk when he sees you trying to cover it with concealer later, whispering against your skin, “don’t hide it, i want everyone to know who you went home to.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is a huge fan of late-night ‘distractions.’ if you’re trying to read or work while he’s bored, he’ll crawl between your legs and rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with those heavy lids. his hands don’t stay still for long; they’re always tracing the lace of your underwear or the curve of your hip, his voice dropping an octave as he asks, “are you really more interested in that than me?”
;; boyfriend!kenma definitely uses his wealth to facilitate his more.. indulgent side. he’ll fly you out to a private villa just so he can have you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of his fans and employees. there, he’s much more vocal about what he wants to do to you, spending hours worshiping every inch of you until you’re nothing but a shaky, panting mess in the silk sheets he bought specifically because they’ll be comfortable for your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves the contrast of his cold, expensive watches against your warm skin. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the metal of his rolex biting into your skin just enough to be a reminder of his weight. he’s quiet, but the sounds he makes when he’s buried inside—those low, gravelly huffs of your name—are reserved only for your ears.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a thing for praise, but only from you. he loves it when you whisper how good he feels or how much you love his touch. it makes him get a bit more aggressive, a bit more desperate to please you. he’ll bite his lip to keep from getting too loud, but the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you exactly how close he is to losing that signature composure.
n: for one of my sweet freaky babies @j4zume !! i wrote this while trying to code a heart, hell yeah.
notes: fluff + crack, this is 100% taken from a kenz & kydae moment i think about regularly, lowercase intended, married, brainrot, food mention, can be read as a stand alone but i have a part one, two, three, and four to this series!!!
it was finally the day kenma hit his subscriber goal on twitch which was “ xx subs for cooking stream w the wife” so when time came, he made sure to clear the background for anything that might put you two’s safety at risk. he already asked you beforehand if you wanted to do this in the first place and what time you wanted to. he stated sternly that if you wanted to back out— even if it was in the middle of the stream and he was mixing ingredients for something— the second you felt uncomfortable, he’d stop the stream. his priority is always you.
you were very much a cook unlike your husband who’s somehow burnt hot chocolate before, so you decided on what to make! “szechuan beef with white rice sound good?” you say, looking up recipes. “anything you want.”
you put kenma in charge of the rice whilst prepping the meat. anytime you’d have to turn your back to the camera, kenma always lingered right behind you, draping his arm on your hip whenever he could.
once the rice was cooked, you pulled your sleeves down to cover your hands as makeshift mittens to hold the rice container. you tilted the bowl for the camera to capture. “rice looks nice and fluffy.. so ken can cook good rice at least!” you tease, laughing softly. “y/n is that not hot?” kenma says with a raised eyebrow, watching the steam coming off the top. “it’s not that hot, i can hold it.”
“A-ahh BRO! y/n that’s h-HOT-!! WE HAVE MITTENS, LET ME HOLD IT! YOUR HANDS ARE GONNA BURN!!!” “kozu, it’s fine, i’m literally holding it.” “What do you mean?! Owsssshttt.. I LITERALLY HAVE THE MITTENS ON AND I CAN STILL FEEL IT!” in the end, kenma put the rice on a heat resistant mat and he ran your hands through some cold water. the live chat was racing with comments.
steinogfineshyt: bro doesn’t understand the ‘cooking hands’
bxngchnz: did he call his wife bro????
souleaterpeak: KENMA LOOKS SO STUPID WITH MITTENS IM FRYINGGGG
kkumacoups: blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff ahh kenma bro 😭😭
shokoscigarette: y/n i love you please don’t die
“my wife is mine to love and she will never die.” kenma scoffed at the screen before turning back to you, just completely enamored, like it was his first time ever laying his eyes on you again.
Truth be told, they conducted themselves as if they were juniors in high school, the lot of them. If he’d known any better, Kei would’ve thought he was being compensated for chaperoning his team - the designation as a “middle blocker” long forgotten as his time, in lieu, was spent predominantly providing adult supervision for those who missed the memo on maturity.
In spite of the many years he spent pottering in high school volleyball, Tsukishima considered himself to be equipped with the skills needed to start childminding (though, granted, not at such an early age).
In contrast though, Kei, despite the nonchalant facade he upheld that many failed to peer through - found his energy siphoned due to the constant immaturity - to phrase it better, his teammates’ stupid fucking antics - Kyotani’s continuous yelling and Koganegawa’s talkative nature, not to mention their overuse of that annoying, cliched nickname - “tsukki”, which ticked him off even more because it sounded so fucking pathetic if it didn’t come from you.
With volleyball practice feeling more like babysitting than training, Tsukishima was left with a single, solitary outlet through which he could channel his simmering frustration in a relatively healthy way—sex. For Kei, especially, that translated into eating you out, legs sprawled open as you lay on the sofa, exhausted from the constant edging and quite frankly, desperate for an orgasm.
“Kei…” You beg, lip quivering as you throw your head back, finally being met with the incredible sensation of stimulation onto your clit, his hands prying open your thighs impossibly further, tongue invading your wet entrance as his nose pressed against your core, glasses fogged up from the heat you emanated.
If Kei died at this moment, he’d leave a happy man.
At last, those sweet, saccharine words bless his ears as if they were a long awaited lullaby - a broken, hushed cry of the epithet, “T-Tsukki!”, which, really, as all it took for Tsukishima to come undone, lapping up at your sweet release as he finally drags down his boxers, providing some much needed oxygen to his erection, which would finally be met with sweet relief once plunged inside your warmth.
☆ KENMA KOZUME.
There was, perhaps, nothing in this world Kenma Kozume abhorred more than fanmeets.
They wore him out, unnecessarily so, as all it required was to sit still in a chair and talk hours on end about the importance of gaming to the community and whatnot at a fucking twitch panel, as if Kenma’s job didn’t just consist of streaming whenever he felt like playing on his PC.
The job was rewarding, yes, but it was just as time-consuming and annoying, despite the income it may have generated. Being under the constant, watchful eye of anonymous users and being under public scrutiny served as an added bonus (read: sarcasm) to fuel his ever-thriving ego.
It didn't help that you were in the same boat as him - sitting in front of a screen 25/8, bimbofied for all to see. That, perhaps, and seeing you be unceasingly sexualized perhaps replaced his hatred for public speaking and social interaction, dethroning it from the top spot. Honestly, how much lower could your audience stoop? As if having thirst traps be made of him over the littlest things weren’t enough, he now had to endure the thousands of fans you boasted as you sat next to him on that very panel.
And so, you found yourself being pushed against the wall by a very sweaty, excessively worn out, and an extremely hormonal Kenma.
“Ken, what are you-,” you started, but he cut you off with a soft “shh,” his hand reaching to latch the door, locking it with a soft click!
“You liked them looking, didn’t you?” His voice was a low growl against your neck, possessive. He pressed wet, insistent kisses to your skin as his hands slid down, a slow, deliberate exploration before he roughly shoved your panties down to your ankles. He didn't hesitate, his fingers plunging deep inside you, slick with your immediate arousal. The sound was wet and messy, a stark contrast to the sterile environment. “You fucking loved the attention, didn’t you? Look at this mess,” he muttered, his fingers churning within you, pulling apart your folds, smearing your slickness across your skin. “So fucking wet for them.” His taunt was a breath away from your lips as he captured them in a hard, wet kiss, his fingers inside you now pumping with a brutal, uneven rhythm.
You gasped, a choked sound as your hips instinctively bucked against his hand. Kenma’s fingers were relentless, stretching you, exploring every ridge with a rough possessiveness. He slid in another finger, forcing you wider, the wet sounds echoing in the small room. He began to fist you, his knuckles pressing deep, his movements almost violent as he filled you completely. It was rather animalistic, sloppy, and undeniably intimate, unlike the secretive, vanilla moments you shared with Kenma, in the quiet of your bedroom. He moved within you like he was trying to claim every inch, his grip tight and demanding. Just like getting that perfect S+ on 1980’s mode in Yandere Simulator – precise, brutal, and utterly focused.
“Tell me their eyes on you meant nothing,” he grunted, his thumb pressing hard against your swollen clit, grinding against it as his fingers continued their brutal work inside. You cried out, your body arching, the sensations too intense, too raw. He continued, his fingers a slick, messy whirlwind within you, until your muscles clenched around his hand, a shuddering orgasm ripping through you. The sounds were wet - desperate, rather, a testament to his forceful invasion.
Kenma held you pinned, his fingers still buried deep, feeling the violent tremors of your release. “Still think they deserved to look?” he whispered, his voice thick with a possessive hunger, frown replaced with a mocking smirk painted across his face, hands now soaked in the aftermath of your orgasm.
𑣲 ᯓ Pausing the stream for a moment to eat you out
⤷ contains: desk pet, oral sex (reader!receiving), (f!reader)
Everyone loved Kodzuken and his streams. He was quick and methodical with his gameplay, he was always straight to the point, he wasn’t obnoxiously loud and he wasn’t too awkwardly quiet, he was good looking, and more importantly?
He was an amazing and loving boyfriend, and he’s never been afraid to show that off on camera.
The fans liked you a lot, and would even ask for you if you weren’t in frame. They thought you were cute, and that you were a perfect match for Kenma. He did all the gaming and content, whilst you did the socializing on streams for him.
Tonight was like any other ordinary night—Kenma was streaming his game and you were sat in his lap between his legs, blabbering to the chat and fiddling with random things on his desk.
His chin was rested on your shoulder, his gaze focused on the screen ahead of him as his eyes occasionally flicked over to the chat overflowing with comments.
After about an hour and a half of gameplay, the next save point appeared on the screen. Since the chat was mainly focused on you—and he was honestly getting bored, anyways—he decided to shut off the game and just silently hold you, basking in your warmth as you interacted with everyone.
His face buried into your shoulder and he took in your scent, sighing quietly as his fingers rubbed against the skin of your thighs. He felt a bit smug that your thighs instinctively twitched under his touch, though he didn’t show it, and just allowed his innocent rubs to shift into something a bit more sensual.
His fingers twitched as they moved higher up, slipping under the hem of your shorts and brushing against your underwear.
Your words began to stammer and your breathing stuttered, before you cleared your throat and breathlessly mumbled a quick “Um, we’re actually going to take a quick break, guys,” to the chat. You waved and shot your hand out to pause the stream, and Kenma hummed in satisfactory.
His hand moved up to the waistband of your shorts and slid under, rubbing circles around your dampening clit.
You swallowed and slightly parted your legs to give him better access. “Baby, if this was what you wanted, you should’ve just said so, and we could’ve turned off the stream… Why’re you—?”
Your words were cut off by a sudden nip at your neck, and he lifted his head to look at you. “You were in the middle of talking, and I didn’t want to interrupt my pretty girl,” he replied simply before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Why don’t you take off these shorts of yours and sit on the desk for me?” he murmured, his finger rubbing a long stripe against your clit before slipping out of your shorts to pat your thigh.
He tilted his head, his expression neutral as always, but his eyes carried a glint of hunger as he looked at you. His words sounded like he was asking, but knowing Kenma? It was just a demand disguised as a nice request.
You stared at him for a moment before sighing and sliding off of his lap, your thumbs hooking under the waistband of your shorts, allowing them to drop onto the ground.
His mouth watered as you turned around and shifted his stuff to the side, his hands immediately moving to your thighs as you sat down in front of him.
He scooted closer between your legs, his eyes flickering up to you as he groped at and rubbed his cheek against your thighs.
He pulled you closer to the edge before his face was level with your cunt, the shine of his PC bettering his view of the dampened-spot on your panties. He takes one of your hands into his and guides the other into his hair.
As you swallow in anticipation and lock your fingers into his hair, he leans forward and nuzzles his face into your pussy, nosing your clit through the fabric.
A soft breath passes your lips as you watch him down below, your face warm in slight embarrassment as he pressed kisses to your clothed-cunt and along your inner thighs.
He suddenly bites at your skin before moving upwards, his teeth catching into your panties and pulling them off.
The sight of him using his teeth to pull off your panties made you clench around nothing.
He pulled them down to your knees before using his free hand to pull them off the rest of the way, dropping them onto your shorts.
He salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy and immediately moved to lick a stripe up your pussy, making your body shiver and your thighs twitch around his head.
He squeezed your hand in response and used his free hand to push your leg and keep your thighs apart.
His face pushed deeper between your legs, his tongue working circles around your clit and occasionally using it to fuck in and out of you.
The wet sounds of his tongue devouring your pussy were obscene, yet—despite your humiliation—you couldn’t help but love it.
Your back arched and your thighs twitched, your mouth hung open as soft whines and, occasionally, a ‘Kenma’ passing your lips.
His movements were always sensual and torturously slow, yet it always somehow managed to drive you over the edge.
Kenma’s hand released yours and slid up to grope at your torso through your shirt, his tongue teasing at your entrance and his nose nuzzling your clit.
Both of his hands slide to grab your hips to hold you in place before his tongue starts to move more desperately against your pussy—almost as if you were a five-star michelin meal presented in front of him, a starved man.
A soft moan escaped you and your fingers tangled in his long hair, your hands stuck between pushing him off and pulling him closer, to bury his face further into your pussy.
Without even being aware of your dilemma, he ultimately made the choice for you and buried his face deeper, his heavy breaths warm against your wetness as he built up the heat in your stomach.
You were close to cumming, and he could tell by the way your soft whines turned into whimpers, the way you were tugging at his hair, the arch in your back as your thighs twitched…
His eyes flickered up to yours, holding eye contact as he squeezed your hand encouragingly.
“K-Kenma,” you whine out, your pussy clenching around air. “I-I’m gonna cum.”
“I know,” he muttered, the vibrations of his voice ringing out against your clit. “Go ahead.”
Kenma proceeded to move his tongue and lips with more urgency, and a shudder ran through your body as you came onto his tongue.
Your fingers tugged at his hair and his tongue moved slower against you, helping you ride out your high whilst also trying to lick up everything dripping from you.
Once your body finally stopped trembling, he pulled his face from between your legs and looked up at you, his expression still neutral. Though now, he was breathless and his lips were shiny, coated in your essence.
He licked his lips and patted your hip. “Come sit back down. We can start the stream up again.”
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finally my first post that isnt abt katsuki…. sorry if this is kinda ooc, but i rlly hope you guys liked this one
but i have a lot more desk pet posts coming out and theyll also be about kenma hehe
i'll link all the parts here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.
a/n: the cat's name is tofu. i hate tofu the food with my whole heart. but it's a cute name.
you loved appearing on kenma's livestreams randomly. after all, he was your husband, and you wanted to support him as much as possible. and the fans loved it too. so they made a compilation of 5 of your best moments on kodzuken's live.
moment 3: kittens and cuddles
other than his streams, kenma didn't really use his public social media much. he had plenty of burners and private accounts, and he much preferred posting stuff, especially more random, personal stuff, there. in other words, if he didn't mention something on a stream, his fans would never know about it.
that was why when he asked, "oh chat, do y'all wanna see me and yn's new daughter?" the chat actually went wild.
kodzukenno1fan: "IM OS SORRY HWAT"
user1092845: "DID I MISS A FREAKING CHAPTER????"
yn'sbiggestfan: "YOU GUYS HAVE A DAUGHTER????"
randomappleheh: "no freaking way this guy has a daughter i refuse to believe it"
kenma read the comments and frowned slightly. "huh? did i not tell you guys about tofu?"
kodzukenno1fan: "he named his daughter tofu im CRYING"
randomappleheh: "kenma genuinely what"
he blinked in confusion. "you really don't know tofu? like, the kitten that we got 3 days ago? the one that i posted about a hundred times?" then it finally hit him. "oh. i think i might've posted all of that to my private," he paused for a moment. "my bad."
he laughed softly to himself, now finally understanding the shock behind the chat's reactions. "no babies yet, chat."
yn'sbiggestfan: "HE SAID YET HE SAID YET OMG THEIR KIDS R GONNA BE MAJESTICCCC"
soon enough, he finally called you. "babe? can you bring tofu over to say hi to the chat?" and you called back from the living room, where you already had tofu in your lap. "sure! one sec."
moments later, you were right next to kenma, sitting on a chair he'd pulled over for you, holding the tiniest, fluffiest little ragdoll kitten. the little thing was currently attempting to nibble on your sweater, but you didn't mind one bit. "hi chat! this is tofu. she's a ragdoll who's 18 weeks old, and she's really friendly," you introduced, glancing down at the kitten in your arms. "can you say hi, tofu?" as though she actually understood you, she meowed softly, kenma's mic just barely managing to pick up the sound.
immediately, the chat was filled with "AWWWWW" and "SO CUTEEEE" comments. because of course. kenma had always had the personality of a cat: a little shy and quiet, but loyal and loving deep down. heck, he'd even played on a team literally named after cats. so seeing him here, gazing adoringly at his wife and his kitten daughter was a monumental moment for his fans.
you were retelling the story of how you'd picked out tofu from the adoption center when you felt the nibbling stop as she yawned, proceeding to nuzzle her head against your hand. as much energy as she had, you'd quickly learned that just like you, tofu needed quality naps as well. and this was exactly what would happen before every one of her naps.
"kenma, look, she's sleepy again," you whispered to your husband, your free hand holding his. he had such an adorable, soft look in his eyes, one that you loved oh so much. "yeah. she's just like you, don't you think?" you chuckled softly, watching tofu quickly doze off.
you kept talking to the chat, finishing up your story and eventually watching kenma play stardew valley. you knew he would love to be playing one of his fps games or going online in some competitive game. but he knew his daughter was sleeping and would absolutely not be happy if she was woken up. he also knew that you were starting to get sleepy as well. your responses had gotten less frequent, the intervals between blinks had gotten shorter, and your hand stroking tofu had slowed down significantly: all telltale signs of your sleepiness.
sure enough, a couple minutes later, with tofu still on your lap, now softly and contentedly purring, you rested your head on his shoulder and mumbled, "can i stay here with you?" he smiled, looking down at you, already knowing you wouldn't even have to hear his answer to know. "yeah, sweetheart. of course."
"...so, chat. my wife and daughter are both sleeping here. don't make any stupid donations. i might just disable those for a bit right now, actually, so you all don't end up accidentally waking them up."
user1092845: "aww so considerate kenma"
kodzukenno1fan: "he's really playing stardew valley instead of counterstrike js to not wake them up lmaoo"
pinkfluffyunicorns: "still shocked by u saying daughter hahah"
he smirked slightly at that last comment. "yeah. tofu's my daughter. i'll be the best dad, just you wait. maybe i should start a pet channel for her," he joked, before pausing for a moment. "just curious though, you guys don't mind these random little interruptions, right? i'm sorry these streams get a bit off track sometimes."
yn'sbiggestfan: "NOOO THESE ARE SO FUN"
that was all he needed to see. though, regardless of what they might've said, he truly loved when his streams got like this. and he wouldn't ever dare to push you - or tofu - away if you wanted to join. he loved you, and even though he couldn't even imagine a universe where his fans didn't absolutely adore you, that was all that mattered.
Kenma randomly posts personal things every few months and never explains them. He posts a photo of the two of you on vacation and then six months later retweets a photo Yamamoto posted of their high school volleyball team. No caption on either and it's his quota of personal posts for the year. His next post is five months later and it's a quote re-tweet of something Kuroo posted. It's an inside joke of some sort and his fans are still trying to decipher it to this day.
The most insane one though is when he randomly posts a photo, on all social media platforms, of him holding your hand which is now sporting a nice diamond. It's his first personal post in almost a year and he captions noting with it, just your @ . The comments are wrecked for the next month.
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.
