SUPERSTAR ! ★★
synopsis after hooking up with world famous streamer, kodzuken, at a brand ambassador party, he asks you out on a date. graciously, you accept. but with the life that comes with being a world famous actress, and hoping that the cute guy wants you for you, how will you handle the problems that come your way?
pairing timeskip!streamer!kenma x fem!famous!reader
wc 8.3k ( haha.. )
warnings / tags mdni!!! reader is a yapper, reader is called a bitch (not by kenma), angst-ish, fluff, smut, tiny bit of crack, (name) used, reader gets anxious in an anxiety-inducing moment, reader is kind of stalked by the paparazzi but nothing bad comes out of it, female anatomy used for reader, f!receiving oral, cowgîrl, missiønary, multiple orgasms (reader and kenma), pinv (wrap it before you tap it frl), dacryphilia, nipple s u cking, kenma comforts reader, praise, kenma whimpers, reader and kenma are silly, use of profanity ( if i missed anything lmk ! )
note this is a part two to this fic if you wanna read it before this one, but this can kind of be read as a stand alone. this was fun to write ,, kenma i love you and i hope you guys enjoy the fic ! you can read part three here !
The crisp air hit your lungs as you breathed in, it was colder than you would have liked it to be today. But the sun was setting, casting a cotton candy glow over the outdoor mall you were currently walking in. And it wasn't that cold, but it was colder than what you were used to considering that you lived in Los Angeles. You had on a simple, but cute outfit. You weren't wearing anything brand sponsored, nothing that your stylist crafted together. You were just wearing you, which was possibly the reason why you felt chilly.
And Kenma naturally running cold didn't help, you couldn't hold his hands to seek a sense of warmth. You'd have to hug him to balance your temperature, but this was your first date. And you didn't want to come on too strong, even though you already slept with him.
You watched Kenma as he observed all of the stores, wondering where the two of you should pop in next. He spotted it before you did, a big toy shop. Filled to the brim with cute plushies and trinkets, it looked like a rainbow had exploded inside of the store.
"Hey," Kenma nudged your shoulder. "Wanna check that out?"
You looked to where he was pointing at, and nodded your head yes.
As you two started to walk in the direction of that store, you felt something hit your shoulder.
"Watch where you're going!" A lady shouted, walking fast in the other direction. You grimaced at her message as if she wasn't the one who bumped into you. Supposedly being famous didn't stop people from being rude.
You felt something warm in your hands, you looked over to where Kenma was standing and realized you had grabbed his arm as a reflex. Everything happened so fast, so you needed something to hold on to and reached for the nearest thing.
Kenma stared at the lady as she walked away, an annoyed look on his face.
"Are people always this rude over here?" He asked.
"Apparently."
But you still wanted to enjoy the rest of your date with the cutest guy you had ever seen. That cranky old lady couldn’t ruin this for you.
"Oh shit I'm sorry," you quickly reverted back to your normal state, and unwrapped your arms from Kenma.
Kenma let out a light laugh, "don't apologize, it was cute."
You smiled at Kenma's receptiveness and wrapped your arms around his, your head rested on his shoulder. And as the two of you approached the store, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.
Window shopping around the cute shop, you saw so many plushies and trinkets that you wanted. And you could afford to buy them but you decided against it, not wanting to pollute your apartment with stuffed animals. Kenma seemed pleased walking around the store, seeing merchandise from some of his favorite video games.
The store itself was busy, the employees looked like they wanted to go home but there was nothing they could do about the high amount of foot traffic. From little kids with their parents to teenagers with a style only social media could have crafted, there were all kinds of people in this store.
As you looked at a wall of Miffy plushies, you felt something tap your shoulder once again. You looked over to see a young blonde girl, in her late teens, dressed in pink, white, and denim, with a friend by her side.
“Ohmygod hi (name)! It’s crazy to see you here!” The young girl exclaimed, phone in her hand matcha in the other.
You just smiled, you enjoyed fan interactions. Especially your female fans. It was nice to meet the people who actually supported you, and had interest in what you were working on.
“Hi! Would you like a picture?” You suggested.
“Yes!” Her smile was brighter than the lights that covered the store, you could tell this meant a lot to her.
She grabbed two Miffy plushies, one pink and one white. One for you to hold and another for her.
“Kiara, can you take some pictures please?” The young girl begged her ‘friend’.
“Uh sure,” her friend said causally. She reminded you of Kenma in a way, with her dark clothes and cat-like eyes. Her brown skin gleamed under the store lights.
You realized you didn’t know the girl’s name, so you asked. “If you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?”
“I’m Leah!”
“Are you guys ready to take a picture?” Kiara asked, she had that dull look in her eyes. It reminded you of how Kenma looked on the night when you two first met, you couldn’t tell what that girl was thinking. But you figured she was happy for Leah.
You and Leah posed with the Miffy figures, you held up a peace sign while Leah held up her matcha.
“It was so nice meeting you!” Leah said, taking her phone back from Kiara.
“It was nice meeting you as well,” you smiled warmly, glad to have had a positive interaction.
“Bye!” Leah waved as she walked away, Kiara’s arm placed her hand around Leah’s waist. The idea of them being a couple warmed your heart.
You said goodbye back and then started to look around for Kenma. Just to see him over by the Sonic section of the store.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey! Find anything you want?” You peered over at Kenma, who was currently searching through keychains.
“I might get this tail keychain, and another one for Kuroo..” Kenma trailed off.
“Kuroo?” You wondered who he was talking about.
“A good friend of mine, he played on the same volleyball team as me and Lev.”
You hummed in understanding, your eyes traced over all of the keychains on display. Kenma’s mention of his past made you wonder something.
"So how long do you plan on staying in LA?" You asked.
You knew where Kenma was from, Japan, and that he lived there currently. You two only met four days ago, but you found yourself being weirdly attached to him. Despite your busy schedules, you texted each other everyday. Last night, Kenma even fell asleep on face-time. He looked so adorable with a hoodie covering his hair, his head rested so gently on the hotel room pillow. You were sure he reached a state of tranquility that night, one you might never be able to achieve.
"Uhh, I'm not sure actually. I want to see everything the city has to offer though." Kenma answered your question so cool and calmly, it seemed like he didn't put any thought into his answer at all.
But he thought about his words intently. He told you the truth, kind of. As a content creator and businessman, he truly did want to see what Los Angeles had to offer him in terms of career advancement. But in his heart, the only thing the city had to offer was you. Kenma wasn't sure if he'd uproot his life just to move in with you, and he didn't even know you that well to start thinking like that.
But Kenma knew that he felt comfortable with you. And that was rare for him, to truly feel as if he could be himself around someone else. Even though he grew out of it, growing up he always found it difficult to make friends. Connecting with others didn't come easy for Kenma, and when he found something good. He didn't want to let it go.
"Yeah, it's a nice city. Plenty of things to do around here, lots of brands! Tons of brand opportunities, and LA isn't even the only city here, there are uh plenty of others." You rambled, Kenma's answer had shaken you up a little. Even if you were getting closer by the day, it would have been crazy to expect him to move across the world for you. Right?
Kenma just smiled at you, 'she's so cute..' he thought.
"I'm still here for another week though, that's enough time to get a feel for this place."
"It is, I can even show you around!"
A look of amusement flashed across Kenma's face, it left as quickly as it came though. "Really? Any good cafés around here?"
"There are! One of my favorites is around here."
"Lead the way."
You and Kenma ended up not buying anything from that store, figuring that you would just come back another time.
You weren't sure how much Kenma knew about you, but if any of your fans were to be asked 'what was (name)'s favorite café,' they'd be able to answer quickly. Every time you went out with your friends or decided to hang out with other celebrities, you'd take them to this cafe. Almost every monthly photodump you did on instagram had at least one picture of you sitting in this cafe or had a friend of yours sitting in it.
In all honesty, the treats they served reminded you of home. You had moved to LA when your agent recommended it, deciding that it would be good for you to be in a place where there are mountains of opportunities. You sometimes get homesick, missing your family and hometown friends whenever you get lonely at night. But then you discovered this café while walking around.
You were shocked when you looked at the menu, surprised that they served baked goods basically the same to the treats your hometown loved.
Once you arrived, Kenma opened the door for you once again. The setting sun cast an orange glow across the cafe, the windows allowed the sun to shine the rest of its light through it.
"-they even have one of my favorite drinks, the blueberry smoothie is shockingly good." You were telling Kenma all about the cafe and what they had to offer. You talked about their pastries, the different kinds of coffees they served, even how cute their cups were.
Kenma had a soft smile on his face while you faced the menu wondering what you were gonna try out today. All he did was stare at you, admiring the glow in your eyes when you started to talk about the café's croissants.
"What do you think I should try?" Kenma asked, politely interrupting you.
"Uh, what do you like? Like sweets wise." You tried to gauge what Kenma's taste was, hoping to recommend something he'd like.
"Apple pie? That's pretty good." Kenma's teeth softly sunk into his lip, deep in thought over the menu.
"You should try the apple pie tart they have then! I tried it once with one of my friends. It's so good." `You looked over to Kenma, not expecting to see him staring at you.
His cat-like eyes looked relaxed, like how they would have looked if he was at home, getting ready for bed. There was a hint of adoration in Kenma's gold eyes, the slight upwards curve of his lips made your skin tingle.
You knew that Kenma was attracted to you, he wouldn't have had sex with you in that sterile bathroom if he didn't think so. But seeing him look at you like that made your stomach flutter, you could feel your face getting hot.
Kenma finally managed to warm you up.
"That sounds good, and whatever you get it's my treat." Kenma offered, or at least you thought he was offering. It sounded more like a demand.
"Don't worry about it." You reassured, a smile creeping up on your face. If you stared into his eyes any longer, you were guaranteed to start giggling.
"Nahh, I think I'll worry about it."
"Fine." You said playfully, you had no intentions in paying for your food anyway.
You and Kenma finally ordered and sat down at a small table near the window of the café. You exchanged stories of your craziest fans, favorite songs, and childhood memories. Conversation flowed easily with Kenma, if your conversations were water, they'd quickly become an ocean.
Effortlessly moving along, nothing able to stop it. The force of your connection with Kenma was getting stronger every second you two spent time together.
You two had discussed politics and morals, and they aligned pretty well. It was rare for that to happen to you as you often wouldn't meet eye to eye with the people you tried to date.
Meeting Kenma was like discovering a puzzle piece that you hadn't known you were looking for.
"You ready to get out of here?" Kenma asked.
"Yeah.." You looked outside, the sky was dark now. It was late at night and the café was closing in 10 minutes. You also saw a crowd of people, white flashes hit your eyes every few seconds.
You hadn't realized you spent all that time talking to Kenma and admiring his face. While stuffing your own face with your favorite sugary drink and delicious pastry.
You turned your attention back towards the crowd of people. Except they weren't ordinary people, they were people with large, black cameras. White flashes kept hitting you every three seconds now, your eyes were already getting tired of the paparazzis' cameras.
Kenma offered to throw away everything you had finished up, so you were left with your tasty drink. You stepping outside the café with the cup in your hand and Kenma by your side was guaranteed to become someone's profile picture.
"Over here Miss!"
"Look this way!"
"Kenma pose for us!"
Your eyes were polluted by those bright flashes as you tried to walk away, Kenma's arm was wrapped around you. Trying to keep you away from all of the paparazzi. He didn't know how you usually responded to being bombarded by a herd of people, but he observed you enough to tell whenever you were uncomfortable. And right now was one of those moments.
Your heart was racing as they kept trying to get near you, nearly enclosing you from walking in any direction. You were trapped, your head hung low to avoid them taking any pictures of your face.
"Hey bitch look over here!"
Your eyes widened at the insult, but you were too deep in shock to say anything back.
"Don't call her that!" Kenma barked in your defense like a cat scratching someone out of self-defense. “How about you all just fuck off and leave her alone!”
You could feel the vibrations of Kenma shouting against your torso. You looked up at him, you don't think you had ever seen someone so pissed off. His usual calm demeanour was overtaken by narrowed eyebrows and a stare that cats give people before they scratch them.
You and Kenma found an opening in the mob of people, and made a run for it, running to the next block. Kenma looked around to see if you guys were followed, you weren't. You were greeted by palm trees and cars with bright headlights driving by, all headed home at this late hour.
Kenma looked at his phone, checking the time to see 22:18 (10:18 pm).
You weren't crying, but you were visibly distressed. On the verge of tears with your arms shaking.
"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, now looking concerned for your well-being. His hands held both of your arms, his cold touch felt oddly good against your burning skin.
"I will be." You reassured him of your condition. This wasn't the first time people were outwardly rude to you, and this wouldn't be the last. You were still relatively new to fame, having only gotten an insane amount of attention just six months ago.
You never would get used to being bombarded like that. Too many things happening around you at once, it felt unsafe.
Kenma analyzed you, trying to see how you were really feeling instead of just asking. He thought he should've asked before doing this, but he didn't really care at the moment.
You felt your skin be fully engulfed in warmth, despite the cold, night air surrounding you. Kenma's arms wrapped around you so naturally, it was as if he was made to embrace you.
"It's okay.." He tried to comfort you, you sobbed into his chest as he ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.
"I just wanna go home," your voice came out broken, tears streamed down your face as you were wrapped in Kenma's arms.
One of Kenma's hands reached for his backpocket, grabbing his phone but still keeping one arm around you. He decided to just order a taxi to take you to your apartment, since neither of you drove to meet up at the mall.
Kenma guided you into the backseat of the car, his hands felt soft when they collided with skin. You don't think you'll ever forget how his touch felt, light like a feather to not disturb you, but enough to keep you grounded. Kenma's arm hugged you the whole car ride home, not wanting to let you go for one moment. You had stopped crying by that point, but you didn't want Kenma to take his arm away. Not like he would have anyway.
Reaching the entrance of your apartment building, Kenma walked you to the glass doors in the front. The building was only illuminated by the bright, white lights that adorned the outside.
The shrubs that were around your building were great for hiding in, perfect for paparazzi to sneak shots of you entering your apartment. The money-winning shot of Kenma's hand on the small of your back, guiding you into your apartment complex would be plastered everywhere come tomorrow. Along with shots of you and Kenma at the mall, and Kenma yelling at that guy who called you a bitch.
You didn't want Kenma to leave, in all honesty you wanted to cuddle with him tonight. You wondered how his soft breathing would feel brushing against your sensitive skin.
"Did you wanna come up?" You offered, like a dog running to grab its owner a toy.
"Yeah," Kenma accepted.
As the two of you reached your apartment, Kenma looked around, taking in all of the furniture. Despite the modern looking kitchen and the white walls, you managed to make this place your own. It was decorated to the brim with your personality, your living space was uniquely you.
"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, taking off his shoes by your front door.
"I don't know.." You answered, you felt sick. Most of your anxiety was soothed by all of the crying you did in the car, so you knew you were going to be fine for the night.
You placed your keys on your kitchen counter, and then leaned up against it. Sighing out, you looked up at your ceiling. You weren't sure what you would find up there, maybe the answers to the universe. Or how to handle fame.
But soon enough your view was graciously clouded by Kenma, who was closer than you realized. Your chests were pressed up against each other, you could feel his heart beat from how close he was to you. You enjoyed having a lack of space if it meant Kenma was the one to fill it.
He pulled you into a soft embrace once again, and you leaned your head against him.
"I know that was a lot, but you got away, you handled it." His soft, pink lips pressed a kiss to your forehead. A move surprisingly intimate for a pair of people who have only hooked up once.
"But how many more times will I have to go through something like that, how many times will you have to defend me from people who should be minding their own business," you blurted out, a statement that implied longevity of this issue. And if Kenma squinted, it had hints of longevity regarding your relationship with him.
"I'm not sure.." Kenma's voice was low, reassuring, "but if you need me there, I'll be there, just for you." He murmured against your skin.
You felt your lips curving into a small smile, his words, his declaration of protecting you made you feel safe. You stood there, both of your chests moving up and down as you found comfort in one another.
You pulled back first, and Kenma stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You pressed your lips against his. Kenma kissed you back, his hands moving to hold your waist.
"Are you really up for this?" He softly mumbled against your skin, starting to play with the hemlines of your clothes.
"Why wouldn't I be?" You were a little offended, mainly because you didn't like the implications of his statement.
"You just had a long day, don't want you to do anything you might regret." Kenma's hushed tone made it sound like he was ashamed, as if he was holding something back.
"I can't relax after a long day?"
He chuckled, "I guess you can."
Your lips moved against his once again, and as you pushed him towards your bedroom neither of you broke the kiss. Flopping down on your bed, you were on top of Kenma. His tongue, gummy and pink, licked your lips. Your tongue dipped into Kenma’s mouth, your ears were filled with the sound of Kenma's heavy breathing and spit mixing together as you deepened the kiss.
"Mm fuck," Kenma moaned out as you started to grind on him. Just a simple back and forth motion on the tent that was being pitched in his pants.
The roughness of the denim he was wearing was enough to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head started to swell from the lack of oxygen, your lips smacked against Kenma's in a rough manner.
Then all of sudden you were on your back, Kenma had used his strength to flip you over. He removed your bottoms and was now face-to-face with your wet panties. Kenma was at the edge of your queen-sized bed, on his knees ready to please you. He pulled your body towards the edge, wanting to be closer to you.
"You look so pretty like this.." Kenma breathlessly complimented you. "Are you gonna let me eat you?"
"Yes," you responded quickly, not wanting to waste any time.
Kenma smirked, letting out a light laugh before pulling your underwear all the way down. You'd find it somewhere in your room come morning time. You placed your hands on the back of your knees, keeping yourself wide open for Kenma.
Kenma’s face glowed in the low, warm lighting of your room. That image of Kenma in between your legs, his cat-like eyes gleaming in the light would be stamped in your brain for quite some time.
Kenma started off slow, pressing soft kisses to your pussy. Each kiss made a smacking sound, the scenery was so lewd your face started to heat up. Your whole body started to itch from excitement.
Your legs hung in the air as Kenma made out with your pussy, his gummy tongue slid up and down from your slit to your clit.
"Damn, that feels good Kenma," you mewled.
Kenma's laugh vibrated against your clit, the sensation helped sooth the ache in between your legs. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit, Kenma's eyes looked at your face while he did so. Wanting to know if he was truly pleasing you.
Kenma fixed his lips to spit on your pussy, adding to the mess he was making between your legs. The feeling of the warm spit hitting your pussy added some stimulation. Your hand found comfort in gripping Kenma's hair, trying to ground yourself in reality as Kenma ate you so sweetly.
"You're so beautiful," Kenma groaned, now moving his plush lips to suck on your clit again.
All you could do was moan as Kenma switched between kissing your pussy, flicking his tongue on your clit, and then sucking on it. You looked down to admire Kenma, and all you got in return was the sight of his hungry eyes looking back at you.
"You like this? Tell me how good I'm making you feel baby," Kenma demanded. But how he was commanding you felt like a hug after a long day, Kenma's sweet delivery made your heart flutter.
"So good Kenma, you're making me feel so good ohmygod!" Your back arched as you praised him, your praise caused him to suck on your clit harder.
"Are you close?" Kenma broke his sucking on your clit, using his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit as he spoke to you.
"Yes!"
Kenma's mouth returned to your cunt, he sucked on your clit once again. But this time he used his tongue to add extra stimulation. Your legs shook slightly as your orgasm came crashing down on you, the release tensed your body up before it could relax it. The sound of your broken moan echoed off of the walls of your bedroom.
"Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me." Kenma continued to eat you through your orgasm, not getting off of you until you pushed his head away. The heavy stimulation after cumming was a little too much for you.
Your legs hung off of the edge of the bed as Kenma went to sit down on your bed. You laid there, trying to catch your breath after that near life-changing orgasm.
The satisfied smile on your face made Kenma's dick impossibly harder. Kenma bit his lip as he thought about what it felt to be inside of you, he was just as excited as you were.
"If you keep this up I might just marry you," you joked as you scooted up your bed. Now resting your head on the pillows. Kenma did the same, lying beside you.
"I can make some arrangements for that," Kenma's cheeky smile caused your stomach to flutter. His sense of humor was something you liked about him, appreciating how different it was from some of the people you met around here.
"Are you gonna fuck me now?" You asked, the teasing tone in your voice made Kenma groan out of sexual frustration. He couldn't begin to process how horny he was for you.
"You got condoms here?"
You leaned over to one of your nightstands, pulling the drawer open to find two spare condoms. You picked one up and put it in between you and Kenma.
You thought before you spoke, remembering the only reason why you guys went raw last time was because you were both pretty tipsy. You supposed practicing safe sex was a good thing, the condoms you had were thin so you hoped it would feel similar to last time.
Kenma stood up, and lifted his top over his head. You decided to start taking off the rest of your clothes as well.
You admired Kenma's stomach as he went to unzip his pants. The band from his underwear showed and those 10 seconds before he pulled down his pants felt like you were in heaven. He was relatively fit, leaning on the skinner side. The picture of Kenma with his shirt off would be mentally stamped into your mind for a long time. His black hair rested above his shoulders so perfectly it looked as if it was styled.
Kenma's cat-like eyes locked onto your bare body as you finished taking off your final piece of clothing. He looked at you in awe as he took in the sight before him, wowed by your beauty. Kenma took off his underwear, his dick finally springing free after being confined for so long. The feeling made him moan faintly, happy to finally get some relief.
Kenma sat back down on the bed, thinking to himself, 'is this too intimate?' Not that he minded, but he didn't want to scare you away. This was your first time hooking up with each other since the party. So it's not like you two hadn't had sex before, but you were both fully clothed when you did. It wasn’t so intimate last time.
But now you laid across from each other bare, completely vulnerable. Kenma's stomach churned at the idea of opening up to you all the way, fears tugged at the back of his mind that maybe you wouldn't accept him for who he truly is.
But those fears washed away when you pressed your lips to his, your hand coming around to hold his neck as you kissed him passionately. And unlike the rough kiss you shared in the kitchen, you kissed him softly, savoring the sensation of his soft lips on yours.
Kenma put his hands on your hips, guiding you onto your back as he climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss. The smacking sounds coming from you two sounded less like causal sex and more like a couple reuniting after years of being apart.
Kenma reached for the condom, opened the package and then slid it on himself. Fitting around his dick near-perfectly.
Kenma observed you, trying to read how you were feeling before speaking. His intense eyes ghosting over your body made you nervous, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he finally made his assessment, he spoke.
"Can you ride me please?" That came out more pathetic than he wanted it to, Kenma’s dilated eyes pleaded to you like a cat begging for its owner's food.
You laughed lightly at his suggestion, "sure, I can try my best."
Kenma got off of you, and laid down carefully, as if he was afraid to cause a disturbance in the air. You got on top of him, sitting on his lower stomach. You reveled in the idea of him being inside of you, you almost couldn't contain your excitement.
You didn't realize you were smiling before Kenma pointed it out, "you're happy." He said in a light tone.
"You're just so cute," your hands cupped his face. You raised your hips, your arm reached behind you to grab his lengthy dick, getting ready to seat yourself on it.
As you aligned Kenma up with your hole, you began to sink down. Kenma stretched you out so nicely. He moaned as you sunk further down on him, you let out your own little noise from feeling like you were being split open.
You sat there for a minute to adjust to Kenma's size. His hands found your hips, his hands played with plushness that surrounded that area. You two didn't say anything, just stared at each other with an understanding in your eyes. Kenma’s mouth found its way to one of your nipples, sucking on it.
You moaned softly as you felt his tongue swirl around your bud, the extra stimulation made adjusting to his size easier.
You moved your hips up, causing Kenma to whimper out a 'fuck..'. You bounced up and down on Kenma, the sound of skin slapping together plugged your ears as you rode him.
Since you were on top, you were able to hit all of the angles you wanted. The feeling of Kenma's dick filling you up, the sensation of his tip hitting that one spot inside of you was driving you insane.
"You feel so good, Kenma mngh," you whined. You hung your head so all you could see was Kenma's chest as you continued to ride him. You felt the intensity of his catty eyes on you, being so exposed made your polished rhythm faltered as you realized what you were doing. The cloud of horniness that floated around in your brain was starting to clear, letting room for the sun to shine.
Your body was unguarded, Kenma could see every little part of your anatomy that was initially reserved for looking in the bathroom mirror before a shower or your past partners.
Kenma was seeing you for you. In a vulnerable state where you were being stuffed to the brim with sweet stimulation.
"Just like that, (name) ride me just like that." Kenma bit his lip, the sight in front of him was one he'd remember for a long time. Your chest fully exposed to him as your cunt bounced up and down on him, the sound of your moans. You calling out for him was his favorite thing.
"Kenma!" Your hips started to roll on Kenma as you wanted to take a break from bouncing.
"You feel so good princess," Kenma whimpered. "Look at me, please." He begged for you.
You moved back to bouncing before your eyes looked into his. You saw gold irises with tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. You smiled at the sight of Kenma's watery eyes, he looked so adorable when he was near being fucked-out.
"M'so close," Kenma whined, his hands moved to cup your ass. Helping you move up and down on his length as your pace started faltering once more. Your pussy clenched around him so sweetly which caused Kenma to whimper louder than before.
Kenma’s assistance on helping you bounce made you lean forward again. Your bare chest laid on his, you two were practically heart to heart as Kenma fixed his hips to thrust up into you.
"Kenma it feels so good ohmygod!" Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving little crescent indents on his warm skin.
"I've got you, it's okay." Kenma reassured, the timbre of his voice and his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you was quickly sending you to another orgasm. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Kenma gasped.
The feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, his tip becoming more and more sensitive as he thrusted up into you, made Kenma come undone. His thrusts grew sloppy as his warm cum filled the condom he was wearing.
You could feel the warmth inside of you, but there was that thin layer preventing it from being fully inside of you.
"Don't stop please, I'm almost there," you moaned. You were so close to reaching bliss.
Kenma's hips thrusted into you as he fucked you through his orgasm. You came undone along with Kenma, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter to ground yourself as he fucked you through your orgasm.
After that high, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. No longer filled with moaning, reassurance, the sound of squelching and skin slapping together.
You fully relaxed yourself on Kenma's bare chest as he pulled out of you. Too lazy to take the condom off just yet. You stared at his arm, discovering a light brown spot on his upper shoulder, the outline vaguely looked like a cat's face.
"What's that?" You pointed to the spot.
"Birthmark," Kenma was still trying to catch his breath. "Had it.. since birth."
"Well I could've told you that." You giggled, Kenma softly laughed along with you. Only stating the obvious as his brain was clouded with the thought of you.
In all honesty, Kenma was nervous when he had started to undress. Exposing himself to people wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Hooking up with people, he did that with ease. But the emotional aspect was something he was afraid of, out of a fear of being rejected. People not wanting Kenma for Kenma, but for Kodzuken.
You were different though, he could tell as you drew shapes around his cat-adjacent birthmark.
Kenma could feel himself getting hard again, the sight of you naked was more than enough to get him going. The feeling of your weight on his body grounded him into reality. The warmth radiating from you made him comfortable, he felt safe in your cozy room.
"You up for another round?" He asked, wanting to know how you were feeling. This time asking for it explicitly, instead of trying to read your face.
"Mhm," you just nodded, still a little out of it from thinking back to your previous orgasms.
Kenma grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over, your head plopped on the pillow softly as Kenma got up and reached for your drawer. He took off the condom he had on previously, disgustingly trying to tie it up and throw in it a trash can across your room. But he missed.
"Airballll," you gently shouted out, laughing at Kenma's misfortune.
"Oh shut up, you wouldn't have made that." Kenma teased, his eyes narrowed at you but he wore such a sweet smile on his face.
"I totally would've, you've got a skill issue."
"I don't have a skill issue with making you cum." Kenma mumbled lightheartedly, sliding the new condom onto his dick.
"You do with making buckets though," you stuck your tongue out at him. Not thinking anything of your silly gesture.
Not until you felt a slimy sensation on the part of your tongue that you had stuck out. You looked at Kenma's lips to see a little spit still leftover.
He had spit on your tongue.
"I didn't miss that, did I?"
You just rolled his eyes, trying your best not to smile at his obscene gesture. Spitting on you just to prove a point, the silliest thing to happen to you all night.
Kenma bent your legs, aligning himself in between them. Your calves hung in the air. Kenma grabbed his dick and started to stroke it, fully hard, prepared to be inside of you. He rubbed his latex-covered tip on your clit, giving you some stimulation before he plunged deep inside of you.
The warmth of your cunt made him groan. You were sucking him in so nicely he didn’t want to leave. The feeling of his dick being enveloped so kindly by you made him tear up, little sparks of pleasure seared across his skin.
Kenma can't recall the last time he saw something so beautiful. The sight of you underneath him, fully exposed. Vulnerable to anything. The little imperfections littered across your skin looked like a map to Kenma, a map that led to finding the real you.
Kenma started to move, moving his hips back, his tip almost popping out before he slid back in.
"Fuck Kenma you're so big.." You groaned, your head rested so comfortably on the pillows.
Seeing you like this, Kenma couldn't decide if you were human or if you were an angel sent down just for him.
Kenma thrusted inside of you slowly, wanting to savor your disheveled appearance. Your sweat caused your body to glisten, you looked so beautiful under the warm lighting of your bedroom. Kenma didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.
He was so out of it, thinking about you clouded his mind so thickly that he didn't register how the speed of his hips picked up, practically pounding into you. And he didn't realize the mix of mewls and moans were coming from you, begging him to slow down as 'he was too big' and how it 'felt too good'. Kenma felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to fuck into you.
"Kenma it's too much ohmygod!" Your eyes rolled back as your hand weakly tried pushing at Kenma's thigh to elevate the pleasure. But to no avail did it work. You felt faint droplets hit your skin, looking up to see Kenma’s fucked out face.
"I got you baby it's o-okay, just take it for me yeah?" Kenma comforted you as your legs began to shake, "Just look at me okay?”
Your eyes met his, you saw a tinge of redness in them as salt pricked his eyes. Kenma’s gold eyes dialed in on your blissed-out face. You found comfort in his tears, how he bit his lip to ground himself. He was a pretty crier, the overhead light on your ceiling looked like he had a halo floating above his head.
Kenma looked angelic as he drove his dick into you.
Kenma didn't think that you might have been sensitive after your previous orgasms. But he didn't care, his hand grabbed one of your legs, putting your ankle on his shoulder as his dick bullied your cunt.
"Please Kenma it's too much," you cried out, the salt from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes pickled your irises.
"You're okay, you're doing so good for me," Kenma sniffled as he talked you through being overstimed, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room.
For some reason, Kenma decided to stimulate you further and started to rub his thumb on your clit. You could feel the pleasure in your stomach, the overstimulation was starting to drive you crazy.
"Kenma I'm close! Don't stop," but you craved him, your back arched off of the soft mattress you laid on. Kenma pressed a kiss to your ankle, thumb still on your clit. Between the two of you, neither of you could tell who looked more disheveled.
Kenma's tired smile and misty eyes were a contender, but your opened mouth and how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull kind of had Kenma beat.
White spots started to cloud your vision, the thumb on your clit was unrelenting. The angle Kenma was at hit that spot inside of you graciously. Everything about this scene was perfect as it was erotic.
A moan ripped out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your loud mewling was almost like the train horn warning cars that it was on its way. Your legs shook around Kenma as your vision was starting to become blurry.
"Holy shit!" Kenma sputtered as he came right after you, you felt that warm sensation inside of you once again. His cum contained by the latex he wore, it was kind of like a squishy ball with an unknown source of gelatin inside of it.
The room that was filled with squelching sounds and loud moans was now filled with near silence. Kenma collapsed on your chest, you could feel his heavy breathing on top of you.
You brought a hand up to his hair, your fingers started playing with the strands. The blond at the end of his black roots made you smile fondly, you wonder if he wanted to dye his hair again or leave it as is.
"That was amazing," Kenma mumbled against your tepid skin, his dick resting inside of you. His cool breath made your skin tingle.
Tiredly, you replied, "yeah it was."
You two laid there for a while, trying to figure what this meant for your relationship. Whether this intimate occasion was a one-time ordeal or if you'd keep seeing each other.
You pushed at Kenma's shoulder, he got the message and rolled over. His back laid against your bed as you started to make your way to your en-suite bathroom.
Unfortunately for you, your legs started to wobble on the way. Your hands leaned against the wall for support.
"Are you okay?" Kenma asked, swiftly getting up from his comfortable spot on the bed to assist you.
"Yeah, I'll be alright." You reassured him.
Regardless, Kenma still helped you to your bathroom. Not needing to open the door since it was already opened. He led you to the toilet so you could take care of your business, and prevent an UTI. Kenma found his way over to the cute trash can you had in your bathroom, chibi sketches of your favorite character decorated it.
Taking off his soiled condom, he groaned at the relief of his dick finally being free.
You wiped yourself and then went to wash your hands. As you were doing that Kenma came up behind you. You were both still naked, still revealing yourselves to each other.
Kenma’s arms wrapped around your waist, he sighed into your skin before he spoke. "Do you mind if I take a shower here?"
"I don't mind," you responded quickly. Your heart suddenly started to beat faster. You thought of asking Kenma something, but you were becoming increasingly afraid to do so.
Kenma pressed a kiss to your ear, then to your cheek. "Thanks, you did so good for me today."
You smiled warmly at his praise, no longer feeling as nervous as you did moments before. "Thank you.. actually Kenma, can I ask you for something?"
"What?"
You looked in the mirror and saw his tear-stained face, his curious, gold eyes peered into your soul.
"Could you stay over tonight?" Your request echoed in your bathroom. The implications of the question felt heavier than you expected.
"Yeah, I can." Kenma placed kisses to your neck, you felt relieved by that answer. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as Kenma’s plush lips brushed your sensitive neck.
"Thank you.."
"No need to thank me," he pressed one last kiss to your cheek.
Eventually, you and Kenma hopped in the shower together. You found him something for him to clean himself with and then started the shower. Neither of you talked as you stood under the water, Kenma just hugged you from behind as all of the warm water hit your skin.
The comfort of Kenma's presence was more than enough for you.
You both made your way back to your room, you went through your nighttime routine as normal while Kenma dried off his hair in the corner.
"Hey, do you have anything for me to wear?"
"Just wear your boxers." You joked.
"Okay." He accepted.
You looked over to him from your bed, smiling at his compliance. "I'm just kidding, there should be some oversized shirts in that drawer right there." You pointed to the drawer you were talking about.
Kenma pulled it open and grabbed the first t-shirt he saw. He unfolded it and held it from the top of its sleeves, trying to see the design on it. It was a shirt that had your old interest from middle school on it.
He smirked as his eyes scanned the shirt, "I had no clue you were a fan of this."
"Shut up before I kick you out." You threatened.
Kenma just laughed as he pulled the shirt over his toned torso, flopping down on your bed afterwards. You were sitting up on your bed as you scrolled on your phone. Kenma was laying on his stomach, his arms supporting his head as he looked at you.
"What are you looking at pretty girl?"
"That fuckass reporter managed to make the news." You grimaced at the thought of that bum getting clout off of degrading you. Just the thought that he thought it was okay to talk to you like that made you upset. Damn near 75k likes of you being called a bitch by an actual bitch.
"Fuck that guy, plus," Kenma moved his body to sit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "People are looking at you, not him. He only managed to get attention because of you."
"I guess so.." You said in contemplation. "Y'know people are also talking about how you defended me?"
"Yeah?" Kenma leaned over to get a better view of your phone.
"Yeah, look at these," you moved your hand, your phone was in the middle of you now so you both had a good view.
"Kenma got that dog in him 😭"
"Big Kodzuken not the little one"
"When are we going to discuss how toxic paparazzi culture is? The invasiveness of it all is why celebrities develop drug addictions and drive themselves crazy, this is not okay and I hope (name) is doing well."
"(Name) is literally shaking her I'm so upset for her :((("
"Calling her a bitch when she's like the sweetest celebrity alive is crazy work, ngl we gotta beat this guy with hammers."
"Wait why were Kenma and (name) together in the first place, they’re literally this random duo I just made up 😭"
"My goat Kodzuken defending his date from these losers, he's a good man y'all should be taking notes!"
"Some of these people are funny," Kenma smiled at the tweets from his fans. Appreciating their support.
"Yeah they are."
"I do hope you're doing okay though, I know that was a lot to go through." Kenma spoke softly, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but genuineness.
"After tonight I think I'm doing better than okay." You pressed a kiss to Kenma's soft lips.
After scrolling through your phone for another few minutes, you and Kenma both finally went to sleep.
Your head and hand rested on his chest while his arms surrounded you, protecting you from whatever he thought was a threat.
You weren't sure what this meant for your relationship, whether Kenma had decided he liked you and wanted to see you after tonight was a question for tomorrow.
But you knew how you felt about Kenma, you liked him a lot. He was good company. Funny, down-to-earth, nerdy, a good fuck.
You didn't want to lose him from simply 'not-being-compatible'. But you had no idea that Kenma was thinking the same thing, hoping that you wouldn't get the ick and ditch him for the next guy.
And unbeknownst to you, in the morning, Kenma woke up earlier than you. His broken sleep caused him to wake up at around 3am. And before any of his brain cells could turn on he grabbed his phone and took a picture of the two of you cuddling. You slept so peacefully next to him.
The only reason why Kenma took that picture was because he wanted this moment to last forever. You resting in his arms, the look he gave you in that picture he shot wasn’t intentional. It was just him looking at you like you were worth the whole world and more. He couldn’t wait to know you more. Kenma knew that there was no future for him where you weren’t with him. He wanted you by his side at all times. All he needed was you.
Just you and him. Together.
xoxo