streamer!kenma fucks his girlfriend on stream because his fans are insufferable.
the losing streak starts subtly enough that kenma almost convinces himself it isn’t real, though watching from behind your own screen makes it painfully obvious things are about to go downhill.
the first match slips away because of a cheater, the second because of a teammate disconnecting halfway through, and the third— well, the third is entirely his fault, though he refuses to acknowledge that out loud.
the quiet hum of his computer fills the pauses between rounds, broken only by the rapid clicking of his mouse and the occasional soft sigh he lets out when another objective falls apart on screen.
chat, naturally, notices before he does.
messages begin stacking faster with every defeat, laughing emotes multiplying as the scoreboard appears again and again with his name sitting stubbornly on the losing side. kenma leans forward in his chair, eyes narrowed slightly.
“it’s not a losing streak,” he murmurs, voice calm but edged with quiet defensiveness. “the matchmaking’s just weird tonight.”
chat disagrees immediately.
he queues again anyway.
the next game lasts longer, long enough that hope briefly returns, only to collapse during the final minutes when everything spirals at once— the unmistakable sound cue of defeat appearing before he can fix it. the screen fades, results loading slowly, and kenma stares at it without moving, fingers resting lightly on his keyboard as if continuing might somehow undo it.
on his other monitor, his chat is absolutely dragging him
apple.creampie: disrespectfully please retire
kodzukenkink: just unplug that mouse ☠️☠️
kenmasbbg: UR WASHED its time to get off unc
ilovegamerhands: blink once if u need coaching
one hand comes up to push his hair away from his eyes, headset shifting slightly as he tilts his head toward the scrolling messages.
a donation alert cuts through the noise, cheerful and traitorous— and to his surprise, it's yours.
kodzukenkink donated 1000$! “maybe try winning?”
“…wow, you guys are assholes. 'specially you, kodzukenkink.” he says after a moment, faint amusement slipping into his tone. “…you’re all very confident for people not playing,”
he’s not tilting, not really; he just exhales through his nose, leans back in the gaming chair until it creaks, and lets his voice drop into that lazy, velvet register the chat eats up.
“alright. i’m ass tonight. chat, save me. what do i do?”
the sidebar ignites. the usual mix— get good, switch to fortnite, take a nap— but one phrase starts spamming, gaining traction, bold and relentless.
he doesn’t even hesitate. a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth— the one only you ever really clock. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“fine. you degenerates win.” he opens twitter on his phone, searches his @ with zero shame, and starts scrolling. “let’s see what you freaks are saying about me this week.”
hecanruinmykda: why'd bro fold under 0 pressure
hiswifiwife: he was waiting for this 😭☠️
first one he reads is tame, almost sweet. he tilts his head, reading it slow on purpose.
“‘kenma’s fingers are so long and pretty i want them in my mouth.’ huh.” he flexes said fingers against his phone, lets them hover over the keys for a second like he’s considering it. “that's bold. zero out of ten creativity, though.”
he keeps going, voice low and amused, like he’s reading the weather instead of porn disguised as compliments.
“‘imagine kenma whimpering your name while you ride him—’ nope.” he cuts himself off, but not before letting the sentence hang just long enough for the chat to explode. he snorts softly. “you guys are so embarrassing.”
kenmasbedhair: DEGRADE US MORE KENMA
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: ready set GOON
needsleepandkenma: all 10 fingers
“‘kenma’s voice is made for dirty talk bf ASMR i need him to call me a good girl while he takes it out on me after he loses in ranked.’”
he pauses, lips curving into the smallest, softest smile— the kind that’s just for the camera and maybe a little for you. “good girl, huh? that’s sweet.” he lets it linger for a beat, then adds, gentle, “i like the imagination. you guys are creative tonight.”
they’re eating it up. the teasing shifts, predictable as clockwork.
rankedwithkenmawhen: no gf to say that to??
spectatingmyhusband: lonely kenma canon
parasociallystable: dw dada i can be ur gf <3333
he reads the last few silently first, eyes scanning, then exhales a soft, fond sound— like he’s smiling at an inside joke.
“you keep saying i’m single like you’re trying to manifest it,” he says, voice light, teasing without bite. he tilts his head, golden eyes catching the ring light just right. “what makes you so sure?”
the chat stutters for half a second— then explodes.
respectfullyunwell: ?? WAIT HE DIDN’T DENY IT
apple.creampie: KENMA HAS A GF???
ilovegamerhands: PROOF PLS KING
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: PROOF OR BAN
he doesn’t laugh at them. doesn’t brush it off like a joke. he just lets his gaze settle on the camera like he’s talking to a friend who’s being adorably clueless.
“so… you really think i’m single?” he asks, soft, curious, almost gentle. no mockery, just that quiet invitation to keep going, to dig deeper if they want.
the chat goes nuclear— screaming, crying emojis, frantic “SHOW HER THEN” and "MUST BE PROPAGANDA," and donations flying in with hearts and question marks. he doesn’t give them anything concrete. just that same small, warm smile as he reaches for his drink, takes a slow sip, and lets the moment stretch.
“interesting,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something softer, more private. “guess we’ll see how long that theory lasts.”
he stretches then— lazy, hoodie riding up just a hint at the waist—and gives the camera his usual wave.
the stream cuts to black, and the room goes quiet except for the low hum of his pc fans winding down. you hear the familiar creak of his chair as he pushes back, the soft shuffle of his slippers on the floor, and then the door to your room easing open.
kenma slips in without knocking and immediately spots you on the bed, propped against the pillows with your phone still in hand, one eyebrow arched like you’ve been waiting for this exact moment.
he doesn’t say anything at first. and watches you with that half-lidded, golden-eyed stare that’s equal parts tired and amused.
you break first, because of course you do.
“so,” you say after a moment, voice carefully neutral, “i see you decided to soft launch me to several dozen thousand people tonight.”
“they were being annoying,” he says simply, dropping onto the bed beside you. his thigh presses warm against yours. “figured i’d give them something to chew on.”
you set your phone aside, shift so you’re facing him properly, knees bumping his hip. “oh, you gave them something alright. i think all your thirsty fangirls are screaming crying right now."
“they’ll survive.” he says, voice low, almost lazy. he reaches out, hooks two fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugs you an inch closer like it’s nothing.
you lean in a little, voice dropping to that playful murmur you save just for him. “so… are you going to hard launch your beautiful, sexy girlfriend tomorrow, or are you gonna keep dangling the carrot and let them beg for crumbs?”
he hums, thoughtful, thumb brushing idle circles against the skin just above your shorts. “could be fun.” his gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up.
your pulse kicks up— not nerves, just heat, anticipation, the thrill of knowing exactly how chaotic he’s willing to let things get when he’s in this mood.
“that's bold,” you say, grinning. “you sure you’re ready for that level of degeneracy? they’re already feral tonight. tomorrow they’ll be even worse with visual confirmation.”
"i'm used to it by now. wanna show off my pretty girlfriend to everyone."
he kisses you then— slow, unhurried, like he’s got all night and tomorrow’s stream is just bonus content. when he pulls back, his voice is a murmur against your lips.
“better get some sleep. s'gonna be a nightmare tomorrow.”
you laugh against his lips, low and sure. “you’re the one who poked the hornet’s nest, babe. don’t act like you’re not excited.”
and tomorrow comes fast.
by the time he starts stream the next day, you’re already settled: pink gaming chair dragged right up next to his black one, close enough that your knees brush his when you shift.
he doesn’t announce you. doesn’t even look at the camera when he hits “go live.” just leans back, a can of coke in hand, and says in that deadpan drawl, “hey, chat. got company today. also known as yesterday's biggest dono 'kodzukenkink'” he raises his hands briefly, putting quotation marks around the username.
canonicallydownbad: HE WAS BEING FR ???????
kneesweakforkozume: KENMA SOFTLAUNCH TO HARDLAUNCH IN 24HRS???
certifiedkenmasimp: HOLY FUCK SHES GORGEOUS
you don’t flinch. just tilt your head toward him, smirking, and wave once. the donations start pouring in like someone opened a faucet. hearts, crying emojis, “MARRY ME BOTH OF YOU”, “KENMA-SENSEI SHOW US YOUR WAYS”.
kenma glances sideways at you, the tiniest curve to his mouth, then back to the screen. “chill,” he says, but there’s no heat in it. he’s enjoying this. “she’s not going anywhere. be normal for once.”
they’re not normal.
they never are.
the questions come fast, overlapping, shameless.
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: IS SHE THE ONE U CALL GOOD GIRL 💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭
kenmasbedhair: bet she’s the reason you end stream early sometimes 💔💔
hecanruinmykda: does she make you whimper kenma
hiswifiwife: Q&A SESSION STARTS NOW TELL US KING
you laugh— clear, bright, unbothered— and lean closer to his mic just enough for your voice to carry. “you guys are so nosy."
kenma’s ears go faintly pink, but he doesn’t pull away. instead he sets the drink down, and turns his chair toward you a fraction.
“they’re asking if you’re the one,” he says, voice low, almost conversational, but his eyes are locked on yours. “the good girl thing.”
you arch a brow, leaning into his touch. “am i?”
he doesn’t answer with words. just lets his gaze drop to your lips, then back up, slow and deliberate.
chat loses what little composure it had left.
apple.creampie: NOT THE EYE SEX????
spectatingmyhusband: HELLO? ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING
parasociallystable: ATP JS BEND HER OVER THE DESK ALREADY 💔😭
certifiedkenmasimp: I SECOND THAT
kneesweakforkozume: we need an onlyfans yesterday
kenma reads the last one aloud, voice dropping into that velvet register they all lose their minds over. “'we need an onlyfans'.” he pauses, lets the silence stretch, then looks straight at the camera. “keep talking like that and i’ll bend her over this table right now. you want that?”
the sidebar turns into a wall of yes yes YES YES caps-lock and barking drooling emojis.
you feel the heat crawl up your spine— not embarrassment, just raw want. you shift in the pink chair, thighs pressing together, and meet his eyes with a slow, challenging smile. “y'know, babe, you're threatening both them and me with a good time.”
he exhales a soft laugh, then— “alright,” he says to the camera, voice flat but laced with that quiet amusement only you ever get to hear fully. “enough foreplay. we’re playing two player obby on roblox. you degenerates can behave or i’m ending stream early.”
you watch your tiny blocky avatar spawn on top of his on a floating pastel platform suspended over an endless sky, cheerful music chiming through both your phone speakers and his headset at the same time. the title screen proudly announces two player obby. you're playing on your phone while he plays on his pc, streaming his screen for his viewers.
"ooh, get ready to lose, kenma."
"(y/n).. we're supposed to work together to get to the end."
then, your avatar jumps.
misses.
falls directly into the void.
the oof sound effect plays through your speakers.
kenma exhales a quiet laugh beside you, shoulders shaking faintly.
you glance sideways at him. “don’t laugh.”
“i didn’t say anything,” he replies, which is technically true, though the amusement lingering in his voice makes it worse.
his avatar waits patiently at the edge of the platform while yours respawns, blocky arms lifting stiffly as you try again. the controls on your phone feel slightly delayed, thumbs tapping carefully as you line up the next jump.
you make it this time.
barely.
“okay,” you mutter, leaning closer without realizing, concentration pulling your brows together. “this game is stressful.”
“you’re supposed to jump when it moves,” kenma says, tone calm, eyes flicking between his monitor and the corner of his screen where chat scrolls endlessly.
“i am jumping.”
your character slips again, teetering dangerously before regaining balance at the last second.
chat explodes in celebration like you’ve achieved something monumental.
you’re both leaning into your screens, trading quiet commentary. “wait, stand on that button,” you mutter. “got it,” he replies, voice soft, focused. your characters sync up effortlessly, and it’s nice. domestic. almost normal.
almost.
then the chats starts creeping back.
jokingly, of course.
certifiedkenmasimp: bend her over when she dies again
kneesweakforkozume: lmao co-op but make it 18+
canonicallydownbad: kenma if u die she has to ride u on cam
apple.creampie: we’re kidding… unless 👀
respectfullyunwell: SPICY CONTENT OR RIOT
your eyes glance up to the chat and you immediately smirk, a mischievous idea now planted in your head. "woah. your fans really want you to fuck me on live. y'sure you don't wanna give your sweet fans what they want?"
kenma reads a few silently, lips thinning. you catch the exact second his patience snaps— not dramatic, just a quiet click. he pauses the game mid-level, and looks up directly into the camera.
"you guys really don't know when to stop," he sighs.
apple.creampie donated 500$! "kenma if you hate us so much just fuck your gf on stream and end our suffering 😒"
he doesn’t speak right away.
just reaches, wraps those long fingers around your wrist, tugs once—sharp enough to make your breath hitch— and pulls you right between his spread thighs so your ass bumps the edge of the desk, facing him.
“sit.”
you start sideways like a coward. but he lifts you up, spins you until you’re sitting on him proper— facing the camera, thighs forced wide with his knees, with your back glued to his chest. you let out a small yelp from how rough he was.
chat loses its fucking mind instantly.
he doesn’t even glance at the spam. his left arm snakes around your and his right hand dragging slow up the inside of your thigh. his middle finger traces the soaked seam of your shorts, presses just hard enough to make your hips twitch like a needy little bitch.
“look at them.” kenma's chin jerks toward the monitor. “they've been begging to watch me ruin you nonstop. and you—” his fingertip circles your clit through the cotton, slow and mean, “—you've been egging them on.”
you try to hide your face but he catches your jaw and forces it right back to the lens.
“eyes on camera, slut.”
two fingers shove under the fabric, sinking in knuckle-deep and curling right into your g-spot. your whole body jolts.
“fuck—kenma—” you try to bite your lips to keep your sounds in,
“shut up.” his thumb presses your clit in tight, nasty little strokes. “already dripping down my hand like a desperate whore. don’t act shy now.”
his chat is actual chaos. half keysmash, half straight-up “please fuck her on stream” donos lighting the sidebar on fire.
he repeats one comment, deadpan.
“‘bend her over when she dies again’.” he lets out a tiny dry huff. “so fucking predictable.”
fingers scissor once, twice, then rip out. you whine like you’re dying.
he drags those slick fingers straight to your mouth, pushes them past your lips.
“clean your mess.”
you do as he says— tongue swirling, tasting yourself while thousands watch you choke on his fingers.
“good girl,” he breathes, almost sweet. then, “such a filthy attention whore.”
pulls them out with a wet pop, smears the spit and slick across your thigh like he’s marking territory, then grips your hips and stands— lifting you like you’re nothing.
he folds you over the edge, tits mashed to the wood, ass up, face inches from the camera. ring light catches every bead of sweat, every flutter of your lashes, every tremble.
he yanks your shorts and panties down— fabric tangled around your thighs like makeshift cuffs.
with his fists in your hair, he yanks your head back so the camera gets the perfect money shot: lips swollen, eyes glassy and nearly fucked-stupid already, drool at the corner of your mouth.
“look at them,” he orders, quieter, darker. “let them see the face they’ve been paying to wreck.”
he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough— blunt head nudges your entrance, fat and hot, rocking there just to make you feel how thick he’s gonna split you open while the entire stream watches.
“say it.”
“haah, fuck me.”
“louder. make them hear how bad you need it.”
your eyes flick to chat— pure depravity, begging in every language.
“fuck me, kenma— please— fuck me on stream—”
he slams in, one long, brutal stroke that punches the air out of your lungs.
your mouth falls open in a silent scream. he doesn’t let you breathe, just sets a punishing rhythm— deep, mean snaps that make your palms slip on the desk every time his hips slap your ass.
“keep looking at the camera,” he orders when your head tries to drop. hair yanked back harder. “let them see your pretty face while i use this cunt.”
tears prick your eyes— not pain, just the overwhelming stretch, the exposure, the sick thrill of being their porn.
his free hand snakes around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and filthy until your thighs are shaking like you’re gonna collapse.
“clenching so fucking tight,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you love being their camslut?”
you can’t speak— just broken, pathetic moans every time he bottoms out.
he folds over you, chest to your back, lips brushing your ear.
“come for them,” he whispers, voice pure command. “show the chat what their money bought.”
you shatter.
your whole body seizing, mouth wide in a soundless wail as you gush around him, vision blurring white. he fucks you through every pulse, relentless, until you’re whimpering, oversensitive, legs trembling so bad he has to hook an arm under your hips to hold you up.
only then does he let go— few more thrusts before he buries balls-deep and fills you with a low, guttural groan the mic eats right up.
silence for a beat. just both of you panting.
then he pulls out slow, lets you slump boneless over the desk, and finally— finally— ends the stream.
god bless any loved ones who joined Just Chatting | Things Got Weird expecting wholesome gameplay.
Kenma becomes obsessive and we should talk about it more.
Obsessed Kenma who when he first met you decided your face is his favorite and he would do anything it takes to see it everyday
Kenma who loves when you yell at him and put him in his place. When you yell at him he just smiles and nods. When you’re done he’s pull you into a hug and kiss your hair.
Kenma who loves when you pull him by his tie when he isn’t social enough during outings and watches you become animated when you go off.
Kenma who follows you around Ulta and ‘checks’ the quality of a lipstick by kissing you.
Kenma who makes you a cup of tea every single night and lays his head on your stomach as you play with his hair without fail.
Kenma who has a massive crush on you even after years of marriage and gets too shy to speak when he sees you dressed up so he leaves post it notes around the house for you to find.
Kenma who litterly loves paying for you. It actually makes him happy knowing you didn’t spend your own money.
Kenma who if he has a trip will kiss you goodbye and triple check you have everything you need and insists that you come with him just in case.
Kenma who loves the way you look in heels and has spent hours watching you try on heels.
Kenma who loves even more how when you complain about how your feet hurt he can pick you up and carry you home.
Kenma who follows every passing request of yours like it’s an order from a General.
“Can you take the trash out soon?”
“Yes ma’am, I’ll do that right now. Anything else?”
Kenma who would sits and watches you do your makeup for hours. It absolutely mesmerizes him and eventually he learns how to do it himself so if you’re in a rush it saves time. He ends up being really good at it.
Kenma who puts his hand on your knee and when you not there his hand still reaches out for you. He accidentally grabbed Kuroo’s knee once.
Kenma who hates when you’re too far away. He’s constantly pulling your chair closer, moving you by the hip, using an arm around the shoulder because you’re just too far away.
Kenma who loves using ‘my wife needs me’ as an excuse to leave when in actuality it’s ’I need my wife.’
After a year of announcing your relationship with Kenma to your fans and his as well, you've gotten used to their comments. Of course, most of the condescending and weird comments came from Kenma's fans, you've learned how to handle them.
Some of them being your own fans who love messing with you and Kenma for the fun of it.
“How's the break up?” The robotic voice came through your pc. You didn't even act shocked or showed a sign of being fazed.
“OH right! Yes, you were the first person to know about it. Yes guys, me and Kenma have broken up. I don't know things just weren't working out anymore” You shrugged with a playful smile. You watched as chat played along with it.
“How unfortunate”
“Sooo ur single now👀”
“Kenma fumbled”
You shifted the attention back to the game, it was a simple sand box game that didn't require much skill, so you instantly got immersed in the game from the simple little tasks and details of the game.
Unfortunately Kenma was also live streaming, he had just logged in while many people went into his chat asking him how he was handling the so-called “break up”.
While he skimmed through the chat, he paused for a second. His eyebrows raise a bit as tries to form a coherent idea on what's going on.
“We broke up?” He asked.
He pulls up your twitch profile, the clip was already up, he clicked on it. Letting it play, his face relaxes after hearing your tone. Finally realizing it was just you messing around with chat.
He smiles at himself before pulling up to your actual stream.
“Guess I'll have to win her over to come back to me” he spoke into the mic, the excited glint in his eyes visible to everyone watching.
His mouse carefully hovered over the 10 gifted subs, a smirk curled up on his face. Waiting a few seconds before confirming the purchase.
“Thank you for the gifted subs kod– wait Kenma?!” You said full of surprise.
“Why are you suddenly giving subs” you asked. Your eyes wander to chat who are all saying something along the lines of “he's trying to win you back”
It clicked and you quickly looked into the camera looking offended.
“Ten subs is all I'm worth to you?” You asked, watching as the chat quickly flooded with a mix of “LMFAO”, “send her more you idiot!”, and “I can't with these two”.
He smiled at your response and bought 100 gifted subs.
“Kenma!! Keep your money I was joking” you said looking at the amount of people who had received subscriptions.
“My money would end up with you either way” he sent in chat and you immediately deadpanned.
You leaned back on your chair and sighed. He chuckled seeing you.
“Should I buy more?” He asked his chat, who immediately said yes as they enjoyed seeing him spend his money like this.
He bought another 100 subs watching as your mouth drops in surprise.
“Okay I'll take you back so stop sending gifted subs”
He sent 50 more before sending a chat as well. “Final one for now <3”
You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile on your face as you looked back on your game.
Kenma smiled watching you. He took his headset off and walked out of his room and headed into yours.
You were so concentrated to notice him entering your room. The soft click of your mouse and keyboard filled the room.
He quietly made his way towards you. He was now in frame and the first people to notice were obviously your viewers.
The speed in which their chats were sent increased drastically.
:momma a girl behind you
:ohh!?
:a wild kenma was spotted
:turn around lmao
You were about to read your chat after seeing how fast they kept coming in. Before you were turned on your chair.
“Hey” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. You smiled as your hand made their way to cup his face.
“So did you come back here just to win me back even though we didn't break up?” You asked as your fingers softly caressed the sides of his face. He nodded, a smile reaching his eyes.
“I need to prove to them you aren't single, that you're happy with me” he said as his almond shaped eyes looked down on your lips.
“Yeah yeah, you should go back to your stream before I get hate comments that I'm taking you away again.” You said pushing his face away, a playful glint in your eyes.
“If they annoy you let me know I'll stop streaming all together.”
“I'm sure they can hear us, the mic is right behind me” you said trying to turn back to double check.
“Let them, then they'll know what will happen if they ever act parasocial of me or you,” he said, finally placing a kiss on your lips, he turned your chair to face your monitor again.
“Where are you-” you turned your chair just to see him already closing your door shut.
:he really just left after doing all that
:cant lie that was cute asf
:and he’ll scold his fans rn lmao
“Lets ignore what happened and continue with the game, okay?” you smiled awkwardly at the webcamera.
“Wow so you hate me” was sent by you loving boyfriend in chat who just happened to still have your stream pulled up. You sighed and wished your shy Kenma from highschool would come back because who is this and why is he so confident in front of thousands of people.
a/n: I will spoil you guys by uploading here first, I'm more active on TikTok so I feel bad when I post first on TikTok than on here. If you couldn't tell it was inspired by a clip of Jodi and John, anyways writers block hit like crazy and the original idea flew out the window. I still hope this was good for most of you and thank you so much for reading I will be back with more soon!!
streamer boyfriend KENMA takes time away from his subathon just for you </3
timeskip au!kenma x reader, mdni. tw: squirting, lwk fluffiness
wc. 2k
“ken?”
your knuckles rapped at the frosted glass door of kenma’s gaming room. he was doing a subathon and it had been going on for days. let's just say you haven’t been getting much action…
a soft, “come in.” came from the other side of the door. so, you quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind you and walking over to his gaming setup.
he was just talking to his stream and had told them you were coming for a bit prior. they love you.
his audience knew of you for a while before they met you because you’d always bring him food and text him during long streams. them seeing you though? it was a total accident.
almost a year ago now, you came home from the mall and went straight into his gaming room to see him. without checking with him (whoopsies!), you waltzed straight in to give him a kiss. with a tiny micro skirt and loose tank on, you bent down to kiss him right in front of his stream!
of course he let you, but a conversation was definitely had after that.
now, they see you here and there when you come to play 2-player games with kenma (it takes two!) or entertain his chat because he’s dead boring! you guys are their fav loserxhottie couple!
“hi guys,” left your mouth as you bent down and waved to his camera, “can i have my boyfriend back pleasee?” there was a hint of seriousness in your joking tone.
it’s just that… sleeping alone for days while your boyfriend is literally in the next room isn’t ideal. and you miss him cuddling you, eating with you, fucking you—you know, it’s just a lot of time without him.
the chat was filled with greetings and questions, typical of when you’d visit kodzukens streams.
“sit.” he says, gesturing at his lap and spreading his thighs slightly. the action left you staring at his grey sweatpant clad legs for too long before looking up at his face.
he was already looking up at you, expectantly, with his signature half-up half-down, golden eyes, angular jaw. it was overwhelming how good he looked just sitting in his room, t-shirt and sweats, untrying.
his hands reach out to slide over the backs of your thighs and pull you towards him, “chat’s going to think you’re stupid if you keep standing there like that.”
it’s swoon-worthy, the light touches and subtle dominance, it makes you wish for something you could’ve been doing if he wasn’t streaming.
but you do as he says, making yourself very comfortable in the process, grinding in his lap just a little too much to keep it pg. hands fly to your hips to steady you as you look over the chat seeing a plethora of comments.
@kodzukenzluvver: this NEEDS to get clipped
@hardnfast: i can smell the edits from here
@vollyballsimp: just spawned on the highway!
“did you guys know that i actually love the edits and watch them everytime i see one?” you state matter-of-factly, you love letting the people know that you genuinely appreciate them.
you and kenma spend some time sitting and talking to his chat, his hands creeping towards your inner thighs and resting there, only making your arousal worsen.
slowly, as he speaks about a new merch drop, you lean backwards on his chest, pushing your hips back on him. his jaw clenched tighter than ever, as he gives a warning squeeze to your thighs.
you cover your mouth with a hand to whisper, “i miss you.” which is emphasized by a light roll of your hips.
you feel him twitch beneath you as he presses his hips into your wet core. “you feel what you do to me?” he asks in a low whisper, only to be heard by you.
it takes everything to look normal on camera when you feel your underwear getting wetter and stickier. kenma seems unaffected though that's not true—his cock is throbbing under you.
kenma’s voice is scarily calm when speaking to stream, even while his fingers begin inching closer to your centre. it was almost like he knew you’d get like this, the way he seems so unfazed.
the moment his fingers meet your throbbing clit, you’re fighting not to moan. squeezing your thighs to get him to stop, to no avail.
it was only when you realized he wasn’t going to stop teasing your pussy that you pulled his hand closer. if he was going to do it, he might as well give you more.
so needy.
suddenly, a donation pops up and is spoken aloud, interrupting your sneaky session.
@kodzukitty: you guys should start an onlyfans
both of you pause, eyes going from each other back to the camera. the silence was loud.
blubbering and flustered you quickly move off kenma and sputter a quick, ‘i’m so tired, gotta go guys!’ as you make a beeline out of the room, leaving your boyfriend with a semi and the aftermath of that comment.
when you make it back to your shared room, you hop on the bed lying down, and horny. your ready to take care of it by yourself when you hear a ‘ding’ from your phone.
loml❤️: don’t touch yourself i’ll come help you in a sec
why is he a mind reader.. well i guess it’s not that hard to guess what you were about to do.
thighs clenching in anticipation, you contemplate actually listening to his little demand before deciding to. i mean, he did play into your antics on stream, least you could do is listen.
when kenma enters your shared space, stepping towards you. he stands at the edge, eyes moving up and down your body shamelessly.
“did you turn off your stream?” you ask breathlessly, thighs rubbing together. you really hope he did. but you don’t get a response because he’s already grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards him.
wordlessly, he rips off your clothes in a fit of desperation. in seconds, you’re completely bare for him, legs spread where he occupies the middle. looking up at him with those glossy, desperate eyes.
he’s straining out of his boxers, so hard it looks painful. “you need me right?” his golden gaze stuck on you as the question lingers in the thick air.
“yes一need you s’bad.” you whimper, thighs tightening around kenma’s hips, pulling him right where you want him.
as he jerks forward, you reach for his pants, pulling them down to see his long, leaky cock poking through his boxers.
when your hand fits around his clothed erection, you look up to see kenma staring at your pouty lips. he grabs your neck, seamlessly pulling you up and immediately his lips are on yours. it’s messy,
breathless, a string of saliva connects you as you pull away, “make me feel good, please.” you sound desperate, god are you, as he looks back and forth between your eyes, contemplating.
he suddenly untangles his hips from your limbs, “wait—no i’m sorry.” hurriedly leaves your mouth
“don’t be sorry baby,” he soothes, “i just want you to make yourself feel good.”
now sitting beside you leaning back on his hands, you sit up and throw your leg over his, leaving you on his lap. hard-on nestled between your folds.
hands immediately fly to your bare ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. the slow grind making you whimper. when you lean to kiss him, your nipples brush against his shirt, hard and sensitive.
the way he's kissing you, the firm grip he has on your backside, and your bare pussy rubbing over his clothed cock is too much and not enough.
“wan’ you inside me.” you say eyes hazy, breathless and yearning for more, “please.”
that was all it took for him to lift you and push his boxers down, allowing his leaking cock to spring free.
heads down, focused on his tip prodding at your entrance. his hand finds his cock and you feel it as he starts rubbing it over your pussy, smearing your juices all over him.
“you’re so fucking wet.” he sighs, head raising to look at you with those hooded eyes, “you wanted this so bad didn’t you.”
the look in your eyes said enough. “yeah, missed you s’much.”
kenma slowly slips into you, letting out a breath at the feeling. your bottom lip caught between your teeth, white-knuckled gripping his shoulders. “shit, ken—“ you gasp, the stretch making you whine.
he leans in, breath ghosting over the expanse of your throat, sending sharp tingles down your spine. “go on baby, take what you need.”
your clit twitches against his pubes, cunt gripping him like a vice as you begin to carefully move up and down the length of his cock, eyes hanging low.
you’re moving hurriedly. desperately. head thrown back with wanton moans filling the room. you’re trying to stay quiet but your hips are sticking to his every time you bounce. his tip kissing your cervix so good, stretching you open like it’s his purpose.
his lips meet your throat, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hard purple-red hickeys for weeks. nimble fingers going to flick the hard nipples of each breast.
kenma’s eyes flick up to you and in his lustful daze he whispers, “you’re so gone.” warm breath hitting your skin.
“mhm,” you whimper sweetly, eyes threatening to shut, left hand tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
until now, he hasn’t moved at all. he’s just let you do your thing. you don’t know what causes it. could be the sound of your sticky thighs hitting his, or the way you’re gripping him all over — whatever it is, he starts plowing into you with unrestrained vigor.
“ken, s’a lot.” you whine as your head burrows into the crook of his neck.
“i know,” his voice shaky, sweat beading down his temple, eyes rolling — he’s as close as you are. “just take it for me.”
the room is full of wet slaps and moans. his cock jamming into your gummy sweet pussy over and over, arms holding you close, hips beginning to stutter. it’s overwhelming, the wave of euphoria crashing over you both at once.
it makes him whimper.
neither of you are prepared for the mess you make. your clear juices spraying all over his shirt and thighs with every slow, rhythmless stroke. his warm cum filling you up.
heavy breathing, chests rising and falling together in practiced closeness and comfort. the mess between your bodies only worsening.
“fuck, that bad, huh?” kenma asks teasingly, causing you to bite the side of his neck in retaliation, not too hard — not soft either. he flinches, rolling his eyes. “you okay?”
it’s subtle, but the way his hand gently caresses your back, his other carefully resting in your hair, you know he cares. more than you’d think.
always.
“your stream is still on babe,” you mutter softly into the crease of his shoulder, “go back.”
he shakes his head lightly, unworried, “don’t worry, m’gonna take care of you first.”
you were already drifting off, spent and floaty in his arms. it doesn’t take long for him to clean you up, you’re pliant.
before he leaves you again, you’re lying down, sheets over you when he calls out, “good night, baby.”
BONUS:
the monitor’s bright when kenma gets back to the stream, minutes left on the timer. he didn’t even have time to speak, his stream already yelling at him.
a donation popped up on the screen.
@kodzukitty: hes back 30 minutes later with different clothes and afterglow LOCK HIM UP
an array of other comments and donations flood in at his appearance. all of them picking apart the reason he was gone, “guys i just took a shower.” that was his excuse, classic.
another donation is read aloud.
@kodzukenzluvver: WHATS ON YOUR NECK????
without hesitation, without thinking, kenma’s hand flies to the side you bit him on. a grimace covering his face.
oh hes definitely getting clipped.
unfortunately this isnt good enough to justify taking 2 MONTHS on it smh
pen pals prompt - lalechingo !! vol. 2 : card 03
content. purest fluff/sfw || 1.2k words || fem!reader || timeskip!kenma || modern pen pals || forced confession trope || reader has a big girl job || long distance friends
Ი𐑼 pre note. challenged myself to do crystal clear fluff. this might be a recurring thing for the bingo card? was refreshing.
"Kodzuken takes home the Best International Streamer and Best MMORPG Streamer awards.
The up-and-coming star began only four months prior to the Awards, which barely makes the cut for nominations.* Instead of taking the Hidden Gem category, Kodzuken wins not one, but two other categories better designed for veteran streamers."
You blinked and rubbed your eyes. You couldn't have been reading the headline, then the article, then the comments, nor your next two attempts correctly. You had to log back on just to check all the letters on your screen. To make absolutely sure that they were identical. Not just similar. It took minutes for you to deduce and trust that your gut had been right.
That was Kenma's username. How long had you been living under a rock? Addressing it was the first matter of business when you hopped on for a few matches, later that night. You kept your tone sweet, not quite accusatory but, suggestive of an underlying message.
"Soo when, exactly, were you going to tell me you're famous?"
His laugh was a little off from his mic as he, presumably, slid his headset on, "W-hat?"
"Before- or after you were done clip-farming me?"
"O-h, okay, okay- look," His chuckle was -you were starting to notice- of the highest quality in your ears. You thought of how much money it cost for the expensive set-up; the camera, lights, microphone, all the comforts you didn't have. Still, it wasn't enough to inspire bitterness. You were grateful for his company. All that remained was why he elected to keep such a secret to himself.
"Mm-mm," You bit your lip to keep your giggle at bay, "No, it's fine."
He snorted at you. You were a bad liar and it often worked against you.
"Are you done?"
Your shoulders racked with silent chuckles.
"May I explain?"
You gave a simple yes. He rested his head back with a sigh and began sifting through the mess of reasons he hadn't gotten around to such a task, and more importantly, how to say it right in English.
"Wait." You mumbled.
It left you as quickly as the revelation struck.
"You're not recording me right now, are you?"
You played exclusively after your dead-end job. To relieve stress mostly, and Hell, maybe some could even call it a real hobby at this point. That would imply skill, and dedication, and purpose, though-- so you didn't bother to label it. You just... played games.
"I-," He glanced at his monitor- then winced at his odd pause, indicating that the answer was undoubtably a yeah, he was recording right now, "Oh-okay, but, hold on though-,"
The chat was going nuclear. Words buzzed by so fast it became blurry, then lagged.
yoooooooooooo
kodz is fumbling
ken u rly gonna fuck this up w fine shyt rn?
SHE'S ONTO US!! SHE FIGURED IT OUT
ong?? BRO
hes fumbling hes fumbling hes fu
holy sht hes fumbling so bad
LOOK AT HIM look at his face
omgggg!!!!!!!
Though he tried his best not to encourage it, his streams had seen a recent boom in activity ever since he started playing with you. It had to do with his viewers and their overactive imaginations. They had lots of nicknames for you. Some worthy of getting banned, serving as a warning to others, but most were cute and went 'unnoticed.' The ship-culture forest fire crept up on him faster than he knew what to do with it. On occasion, his reactions fed the flame. Formally, though? He made no comment on any of the frenzied fan interactions in his growing comments sections or the difficult-to-monitor chats.
They were annoying. And accurate, in their hypotheses. As you quizzed him, he struggled to crawl out of the grave he began digging a long time ago.
"I don't mind if you are," You grinned at his odd silence.
He sounded nervous, when he laughed this time. You shifted in your seat and briefly wondered if you should not have brought it up.
It gave him the reprieve to get back on his feet. "I'm not recording you. I'm... recording myself."
"Right, right," You squinted at the hundreds of friend requests, blurring together in the corner of your screen. You were only in the queue, and hadn't actually met anyone yet. You figured it was a bug and tried to ignore it, tentative as you asked, "So, are you going to explain-?"
"Y-es," His voice broke.
His eyes widened at the influx of people joining. He was already at 10k, and steady climbing. His hands stalled in indecision-- should he end the stream? Part of him could never do that. These were viral numbers. But, on the other hand, there was the growing risk of it going bad viral.
did he already confess???
DID I MISS IT
guys what is going on!
i'm recordng dwill post l8r
he's rizzing h
AHHHHHHHHRFHADFKGJH
lfg
Send the link!!
His brow twitched, indecisive and anxious. He hid the chat, unsure if it was the right call, and cleared his throat.
"How about we start, though?" He brushed it off, eager not to answer yet, and considered your time zone, "You have to get off at 10, right?"
Of course, you didn't argue. He was right. And you didn't enjoy uncomfortable conversation. But as you began to play instead of talk, he was not doing his best at that, either. Soft foreign curses anytime he took fall damage, which was often, made you giggle. He was getting lost. He forgot where you were many times. You laughed at him, delt verbal jabs, frequently.
A couple of hours flew by. He pointed out the time, but you weren't at a great stopping point. It struck you as odd because he was never the first to suggest that you log off. You usually had to bargain. He would stall, too.
"Kenma."
"Mm?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
A shudder wracked down his spine. Your voice was so real. Your accent enticing, but there was something beyond even that. Beyond what separated you from him. The banging in his chest was loud and pulsed throughout his entire body-- he grimaced at the faint memory of his high school years, where only real sport could ever get him this worked up.
"You're, just, um..."
You finally made it to a Site of Grace to rest. You listened closely to his slow and deliberate pronunciation.
"I didn't want you to get... intimidated. Didn't want you to go."
It wasn't like he confessed his love for you or anything, but you were blushing hard enough, getting nervous enough, to make his declaration mean as much.
Quickly, before he could start muttering himself into circles, you tried to reassure him, "Y-eah, I'm not intimidated."
"Right. Yes... sorry, bad wording-,"
"No no," You laughed, face burning, "You're fine-,"
"Oh, sorry," He repeated and laughed too, embarrassed.
"It's... okay."
It was quiet, with you both warm and stuttering and talking over each other and not wanting to ruin it. The silence was fragile and electrified, despite the oceans between you.
The plan was simple: a cozy co-op Stardew Valley stream, low energy, no stress just two people and a digital farm. You were sitting cross-legged beside Kenma, blanket draped over both your shoulders.
Chat was vibing. The music was soft. The crops were thriving.
And you were sleepy.
You rested your head on his shoulder mid-sentence, your voice trailing off somewhere between “we should build another barn” and a soft, content sigh.
Chat caught on immediately.
uwualtdelete: IS Y/N ASLEEP OMG 😭😭😭
chatshipscanon: protect them at all costs
kenmasocialbattery: shhhh they’re sleeping on kenma 😭💞
Kenma noticed a minute later when you stopped moving your character. He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your peaceful face in the corner of his vision.
“Oh,” he said softly, almost smiling.
Pudding, his cat, hopped onto the desk and meowed, brushing against the microphone.
“Shh,” Kenma whispered, scratching behind her ears. “They’re sleeping.”
Chat lost it.
imsobbingfr: THE WAY HE SAID THAT—
kenmasrizzbot: Kenma being soft challenge (impossible to survive)
Kenma muted the mic after a moment, leaning back slightly so you could rest more comfortably against him. His hand hovered near your shoulder, then settled gently, rubbing slow circles through the blanket.
“You always fall asleep before the fishing part,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “Guess I’ll handle that for you.”
He played quietly, farming, mining, and fishing while chat collectively melted into puddles. Every so often, he’d glance down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
After about half an hour, he finally said goodbye to chat, voice still a whisper. “Alright, that’s it for tonight. Thanks for watching.”
He ended the stream but didn’t move. Instead, he rested his head against yours, eyes closing.
“Good night, Y/N,” he whispered. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you drool.”
i'll link all the parts here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.
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 #2: the grwm
ever since you'd officially hardlaunched your relationship, you appeared in kenma's streams a lot more. since he streamed in his very cozy, very well decorated office, you often stayed there as well, just doing your own thing in the background. you said hello every once in a while, but you never got the chance to just sit down in kenma's chair and talk to the chat.
one day, however, during an early morning stream, you'd just woken up and were currently making your way to sit on the couch of kenma's office. "one sec, chat, the wifey's just woken up, and i need to make coffee for the both of us." he got up, made his way over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead. "did you get a good rest?" you gave a content "mhmm" in reply. "i'll make coffee, you can stay here. you can talk to the chat if you want to. or don't. do whatever you want." you giggled softly, getting up from the couch. "i think i'll talk to them for a bit."
soon enough, it was just you and kenma's chat, comments and donations flooding in.
kodzukenfan: "YAY OUR FAVE IS BACK!!"
user1039485: "how can she just wake up and look ethereal this is not fair"
yn'sbiggestfan: "DROP THE SKINCARE AND MAKEUP ROUTINE PSPLSPLSPLS"
idkrandomuser: "if kenma ever does u wrong we're all here for you"
you chuckled softly as you read through the comments. "makeup routine? actually, why not? one sec," you said, before heading to you and kenma's shared bedroom and grabbing your makeup pouch and a mirror.
soon enough, you were back in his gaming chair, finished introducing all your makeup. "alright. okay. get ready with me for the day while i tell you about the first time me and kenma met."
"...and i thought he was the most introverted person i'd ever met. but i also thought he was extremely cute. i mean, he had way shorter hair, and he still had the same pudding style- it. was adorable. oh yeah, for my lips, i use this shade..."
that went on for a solid 10 minutes. and you were having so much fun. you finally understood why kenma loved streaming so much. sure, it was two entirely different styles of streaming, but his fans were truly so sweet.
you were just in the middle of retelling the first time you went to kenma's house, when the man himself walked in. "babe, i'm bac- what the heck?" because what he saw was you in his gaming chair, makeup on his desk, a mirror propped up on his speaker, and you speaking very animatedly to his chat. you turned around, smiling when you saw him and the two cups of coffee he was holding. "oh, you're an angel, kenma. thank you." he handed it to you, still a little confused about what was going on. you took a sip, sighed in delight, and explained. "they wanted to see my makeup routine. and so i did a get ready with me!"
he blinked once. twice. "...you are aware my channel is tagged a gaming one, right, love?" "who said gamers can't have makeup routines?" you shot back, a small grin on your face. he sighed, unable to be even remotely shocked anymore. "fair enough," he conceded. "maybe show me that makeup routine next time as well. you look stunning. well, you always are. no surprise there." you rolled your eyes lovingly, a soft smile stuck to your lips. "see, this is why they always call you a simp." "yeah, yeah, i'm proud of it," he responded, not even trying to hide it. "now, while i'd love to stay and watch you do your makeup all day, i have a valorant tournament in an hour."
you chuckled, nodding in understanding. "oh, yeah. should've known you would never wake up this early without a real need." you turned back to the chat, letting them see the full comleted look. "well, chat, that's all for today's get ready with me. uh, drop a like and subscribe to my husband's channel." "that's for youtube, yn." "oh. well, do whatever it is you do here. have an awesome day!" you waved goodbye before packing up your stuff and heading back to your regular couch spot.
now, kenma wouldn't admit it out loud, but he'd heard a lot more even before he walked in. the power of slightly opened doors. and he was very flattered that you thought his pudding hair was 'adorable'. he'd make sure to keep it like that, then. if that's what you liked.
Kenma was busy talking to the chat as you sat still on his lap, looking pretty for the viewers. He was streaming some new game that came out, something you couldn't remember the name of.
You were staring at his monitor, spaced out as he rambled on. Kenya starts bouncing his leg, making you jolt as the vibrator inside you grazed a certain spot.
You gripped his desk, holding in your moan as he continued on like nothing happened. You could see him smirking from his face came, getting off to you, knowing you couldn't do anything without giving yourself away to chat.
"Someone in the chat says you should play while I read the comments." Your boyfriend suggests, his eyes focusing on you as you throb on top of him. You give him a pleading look, hoping he'd have mercy and let you off.
But you knew you boyfriend was a sadistic bastard who loved making you suffer.
With false enthusiasm you moved closer to his set up, ready to play for him. The phone that controlled the vibrator sat to the side, off camera but just in arms reach for Kenma.
He toned down the power for the beginning of stream, just a slight buzz inside you. Letting you and him get back to work playing as if it was a normal day.
But when you hit an especially hard boss fight, he grabbed the phone and made it reach it maximum vibration level. Causing you to moan out, not even giving you time to react. Your hands stuttered on the keyboard, missing the boss completely, making the chat go wild with groans and tips on how to win.
You could feel Kenma stifle a laugh behind you as he brought the energy back down. You gave it a few seconds, incase he did anything else. You apologized to chat, making excuses for the lose as you got back to playing.
Without missing a beat, Kenma reads out some comments as he slips his hand down your front. His long slender fingers flicking your clit, making you shudder. You tried scooting away from him but he just pressed down harder, making you bite your lip to stiffen your incoming squeal.
With the rising consistent vibrations inside you and his fingers playing with you, it was hard to concentrate on the game. While he was acting nonchalant as usual, not missing a beat as he read comment after comment.
Your slick was leaking onto Kenma's sweats, but he didnt mind. Scooping up a bit with his fingers he stuffed it back into you and went back to work, circling his fingers on you.
You wanted to cum badly, your small noises getting more consistent and he could tell you were getting needy. You unconsciously started grinding down on his thigh, trying to get more stimulation.
Kenma's voice getting slightly louder to drown out your moans and make his viewers focus on him. The game was already forgotten, swinging aimlessly and running directly into the boss. Your main focus was cumming.
Your boyfriend finally thought you've been through enough, and knew you were close to breaking.
He saved the game and focused on the camera, saying his outro and promising to speed run the game next stream. With a small smirk he stared at you, drowned out in pleasure as he told you to give your goodbye to the audience.
Trying to focus, you gave chat a big tired smile, your eyes blown out as you stared blankly into the screen. You barely got out a bye as Kenma bounced his leg directly under your pussy and put the vibrator on full speed.
Causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure as you moaned loudly, cum rolling down your thighs and soaking into your boyfriends.
Kenma cut the stream just before you orgasmed, letting you have that little bit of privacy. Not that you knew that.
