mimi

tonight was no different from any other night you guys went out.

the plan was to get hammered while tsukishima drove the both of you home by the end of the night.

you stood infront of the full body mirror in the shared room to take in your outfit.

you had settled on a strapless runched maxi dress, the navy blue accommodating the quarter zip of your soon-to-be-husband’s which was the same color. outfits, here

you gave yourself one last look before spraying on your perfume one more time. you quickly grabbed your pursed and walked out the room. your heels clicked against the wood as you speed walked to the front door.

“you ready?” the blonde asked.

“what you’re not even gonna complement me?, a ‘hey babe, you look beautiful!’ would be nice.” you joked.

“you look fine..” he muttered as he opened the door.

you pretend not to notice the faint blush dusting his cheeks. even without him blushing you could tell he thought you were beautiful.

—

the two of you sat in the car, already parked infront of the reception hall. you were fixing your lipliner in the small mirror after covering your fiancé in kisses.

you quickly finished up, slipping the liner back into your purse and pushing up the mirror.

“i need those mimosas kei, they hit every damn time.” you spoke as you opened the car door.

kei followed after, opening his own door. as the two of you walked, his large hand found its way on your waist.

“i’m sure they’ll have some. what kind of engagement party doesn’t have mimosas?”

you let out a chuckle, leaning in closer to his side.

“none i’d hope.”

as the two of you entered the hall, loud music quickly filled both your ears. you both walked through the place, looking for an empty table or atleast one with people you knew.

“heyyy!, i was wondering when you’d show up!” a voice you recognized said.

you turned around and noticed your cousin, quickly pulling away from kei and hugging her. you pulled away after a while.

“i’m not missing my baby cousin’s engagement party, who do you think i am?” you joked, you sounded a bit offended underneath the playfulness.

“i mean I’m just saying, you did show up 45 minutes later than everyone else.” she shrugged.

“i was… busy?..”

you were not.

you both giggled. she pulled you towards her empty table.

you turned back to check on kei. you seen he was fine and talking to someone he knew. his hands were in his pockets while he nodded along to show he was listening. he soon opened his mouth to speak next.

you turned your head away, letting yourself get dragged to the table. the seats were empty, besides from the table loitered with the belongings of the people who were there before.

you set your purse down on the table, talking with your cousin about the party, her fiancé, etc. the both of you soon got bored of conversation and decided to drink and play games.

—

the party was supposed to end 4 hours ago. it was now 2:13 am, hours after you two had arrived.

surprisingly you haven’t drank barely anything at all. you were too busy dancing and having conversation with family and friends.

while you listened to your aunt talk, you were thinking to yourself about the garlic bread, wondering if they had anymore left—

“i’m surprised you’re not drunk already.”

“what?”

“yeah, i mean by now you’d be screaming your lungs out to this exact song right now.” she teased with a small chuckle.

you focused in on the song, realizing it was your favorite one since your junior year of high school. you considered doing it sober honestly.

“i’ve been talking to alot of people, so i haven’t been able to grab another cup.”

“the whisky is pretty nice, it’s a shame you haven’t gotten to try it.”

yeah just rub it in i guess.. you thought.

you just gave her a small chuckle.

“didn’t you come with kei?” she asked, clearly not getting the hint you didn’t want to talk anymore.

“he’s..,” your eyes skimmed through the crowd of people to find your fiancé, you gave up after a short while. “somewhere i guess.”

“hey im gonna go look for him actually!” you quickly excused yourself, making your way to the food and drinks bar.

you grabbed a glass of whatever was left, drinking through the straw. your smile spread as you quickly sipped the drink.

a warm body pressed into you from behind, wrapping their arms around you and burying their face in your neck. their quiet whines vibrated against your neck.

it was kei.

it was kei?..

your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“babe?, are you okay?” you asked.

his arms tightened around you when he heard your voice. he buried his face farther into your neck, sniffing at the perfume you sprayed earlier.

“you smell good..” he slurred. he pulled away slightly, preparing soft kisses to your neck. his kisses made its way up to your cheek.

you pulled away before his lips were able to touch your cheek. he froze for a second when he felt his lips off your skin. he squeezed your cheeks, pulling your face closer so he could continue.

once you felt his arms loosen from your waist you turned around to face him.

his face was flushed. his glasses nowhere to be found. he looked so needy, he looked like he was obsessed with you.

you ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair, noticing he still kept the habit of leaning into your touch. he dropped all his weight onto you as if he weighed nothing. he wasn’t fat at all, not close to it, but for some reason he was so damn heavy.

“where are your glasses kei?”

“i love you..”

“please just answer the question.”

you just now realized this is probably (100%) what he has to deal with when you get carried away at parties. you slowly patted his back as you thought of what to do next.

you pulled back from his hug and he immediately held onto your hand. while you gathered your purse and kei’s glasses he got more touchy. his hands moving from your hand, to your hips, then he was back to being wrapped around you.

as you said bye to friends and family they all eyed the tall man behind you. they noticed how clingy he was, always calling it out. some even took pictures of the cute moment. while you talked kei held onto you tighter like they’d snatch you from him if he didn’t.

after you finished saying bye to people you made your way out the doors of the building.

“no— babe that’s not where the seatbelt goes in..”

—

on the way back home he clung to you as well. he was kissing your face and neck the whole way to the door.

you slipped your heels off by the door thinking on no how you could get him to let you go for 5 seconds.

you walked over to your shared room, shutting the door behind you. when you tried to pull his arms away from your stomach he held on even tighter, mumbling something like ‘don’t go’.

“im not going anywhere, i promise.”

“promise?..”

“promise.”

he slowly let go of you, watching as you pulled away. you turned around to face him, noticing the small pout on his face.

“take this off.” you said as you tapped his chest, referring to the navy zip up. “your shirt too.”

he listened to you, immediately taking off his shirt. you looked away from him to find something for the both of you to wear. you grabbed him a shirt and sweatpants, and for yourself just a shirt you had for years.

when you turned around his face was so close to yours, so close that your noses touched. he had taken off all his clothes besides his underwear. just when you were about to say something about it you shut yourself up.

“here,” you set the pair of clothes into his hands. “do you want to wear this?”

he looked down at the clothes, handing you the shirt you tried to give him. he slipped the pants on, letting the waistband settle on his hips.

for a nerd who was fascinated with dinosaurs he did have a nice body. you stared at his chest for a while longer before looking away to change. you pulled the dress off your body and replaced it with the shirt instead.

he dragged you over to the bed, wanting to go to bed with you.

“you can lay down im gonna do something really quick ok?” you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, gently pushing him onto the bed.

“where are you going?, why are you leaving..?” he whined, holding onto your hand.

“no where. remember, i promised.” you pulled your hand away, walking into the bathroom to remove your makeup.

you quickly finished up in the bathroom turning off the light and shutting the door. you walked out the room and grabbed a bottle of water. once you walked back into the room you set the water on the bedside table.

you sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the bottle and opening it.

“drink some.”

he sat up against the headboard, taking the water from your hand. you watched him drink the whole thing, eyeing the small amount of water that slipped down his chin.

you took the bottle, wiping the droplets from his chin. when you looked up at him you noticed him just… staring.

“hm?”

he reached up to your face, pushing a stranded piece of hair out of your face. his hand pressed against your face.

he leaned in closer. you smelt the alcohol that radiated off of him. you felt his lips connect with yours in a messy uncoordinated kiss.

his lips moved stiffly against yours, teeth clicking against his own. he grunted into the kiss, frustrated over his inability to kiss you better.

after multiple attempts, the kiss finally seemed to get better.

his hand traveled up your bare thigh, his long fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear. he pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss. his free hand slipped under your shirt, fingers grazing the underside of your boob.

you pulled away, cupping his face in your hands. a quiet whimper slipped from him once he felt your lips leave his. he buried his face in your neck, his hand was still cupped against your boob, not caring to move it.

his breathing slowed and you felt his full weight starting to lean against you. he was way bigger than you, in weight and height. you fell on the mattress, his weight trapping you under him. his head fell down to the crook of your neck, his soft snores filled the bedroom, the sound eventually making your eyelids feel heavy too.

—

two things kei noticed when he woke up was the annoying headache and the fact he woke up to an empty bed.

his eyes landed on his phone— which was facedown on the floor. he reached over to pick it up, and once he did he found your message waiting in his notification wall from an hour ago.

you ‘five images attached.’

“new blackmail material🫣👀”

his thumb hovered over the notification before hesitantly pressing on it.

the first photo was him clinging to you at the party, and you were simply just holding up a piece sign and smiling for whoever took the photo.

the second photo was a 0.5 photo taken of him, most likely taken by one of the younger people there.

the third photo was him against the window with his eye closed, red shining on him from the traffic light you guys were below.

the fourth was a zoomed in photo of him squinting at someone across the room, glasses nowhere to be seen.

and the fifth was him with his head resting on your collarbone, hand up your shirt. the bottom half of your face was still in the camera, capturing the smile on your face.

—

your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you pause in your conversation for a second. you fished your phone out, nodding along so the person could see you were listening.

kei “these are ai”

“stop trying to spread fake pictures”

you “i thought i hid the sora ai watermark😔”

"we should do another minecraft stream soon." kenma's monotone voice sounded as he spoke to shoyo.

"okay but you have to promise to not take my diamonds.." you could imagine him frowning as he said that. "OR, take all my coal!"

both you and kenma unanimously let out a small chuckle. at the sound of your voice he turned around and finally noticed you. you made your way over to the chair he was sitting in, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips. you rested your cheek against his soft hair.

"oh yeah, i forgot to tell you!"

"tell me what?"

"i seen kuroo at the monster generation event.. i think that's what its called...?" his voice was filled with unsureness.

"oh i heard... i actually was a sponsor for that event." he said it so casually like it wasn't a big deal at all.

you listened to their conversation for a little while longer before finally deciding to do the trend.

as they continued talking, you set your phone up against kenma's empty glass of water, before pulling away you started the video.

kenma paused for a quick second as he noticed the phone recording. he let out a small sigh before continuing to talk with the other man on the phone.

you rested your hands on his shoulders, making sure you were stable enough before you got on him. he turned his head, kissing the ring on your finger while he listened to shoyo talking about who else he met at the event.

you slowly slung your right leg over his shoulder, your left soon following after. kenma’s warm palm quickly held on to your calf as he felt you wobble a bit. once he felt you were stable he let go, letting out a deep sigh in the span of 3 minutes.

"oh, am i talking too much?, my bad—"

"nonono, its not you..." kenma quickly said to erase the misunderstanding. "you can keep talking im listening."

"heyyy shoyo" you interrupted as you reached over to grab kenma's phone.

kenma reacted fast, holding you back and grabbing the phone himself so you wouldn't fall on your face. he held up the phone for you to take. you took the phone noticing kenma's camera was off and shoyo's wasn't. you pressed the camera button, holding it up to your face.

"heyyy, whats up!" he said.

you squinted at the phone. "shoyo." you murmured. "why are you in your jersey?... i dont remember the media saying anything about yall having a game this week."

"im just so proud to say im apart of the jackals."

you stared at the screen, just blinking at him.

"ITS A JOKE, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO LAUGH WHEN YOU HEAR A JOKE Y'KNOW."

"its only a joke if its funny shoyo." you let out a small chuckle at your own joke. "ok im gonna give the phone back to kenma though."

you lowered the phone down to kenma's face. he grabbed it, turning off the camera again. they started talking about ramdon things now.

you lifted your hands to settle on his head, his shoulders, then his cheek. your thumb carressed his cheek gently. you rested on his shoulders, waiting till he said something about it.

"babe... what is this..? what are you doing?"

the same way you climbed on to him was the same way you got off. you started to walk away? sniffing dramatically as if you were crying.

"i was showing you my love!, but i guess you dont want it!…" you quicly dissapeared into the hallway and shut the shared room door behind you.

—

about a minute later you came walking back into the kitchen at the realization that you had forgotten your phone on the table.

you tiptoed behind him so he wouldnt hear you. you quickly took the phone and speed-walked back to the room. you shut the door behind you for the second time. you sat yourself on the bed and started to edit the recording before you posted it.

while editing you came across the part where he started talking to shoyo. while you were touching his face in the video you noticed how he leaned into your hand and how blush dusted the tips of his ears.

you felt your heart swell as you replayed the cute moment for the nth time.

before you could even get to him, he already heard you from down the hall.

"awweeee kenmaaaa!" you said, as you gave him a hug, pressing kisses to his face. as soon as he felt you hug him he rested his hands on your hips. "you really do love me!" you said in between kisses.

"why wouldnt i?... i literally married you for a reason." he said with a small smile.

you squeezed his cheeks together, letting out another loud coo. you pressed a kiss to his lips, except you didnt pull away after half a second.

"can you hear me or see me..?" shoyo’s voice came from the phone.

you pulled back, looking over at the phone that was propped up on the same glass yours was. you had just now realized kenma’s camera was on during that whole interaction.

you gave a sheepish grin as you climbed off of kenma. "oops.."

on the other hand kenma couldnt even care less. he had a small smirk plasered on his face.

"please get a room.." shoyo said with a small sigh.

“oops.” kenma shrugged.

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“how do you think he’ll react?..” he said softly. he finished folding a shirt and looked up at you. kenma was magically able to hold eye contact when it was you, anyone else he’d last 15 seconds max.

you blinked at him, brain registering what he said. you drummed your fingers against your thigh thinking of a shoyo-like thing he’d do.

“bounce off the walls or something?,” you joked, a small smile forming. “he is pretty energetic.”

a lazy smile showed on his face. the same smile you fell in love with years ago, your heart still flips when you see it.

“yeah, maybe.”

the small conversation died down, room falling silent. you guys sat silently, enjoying each other’s presence. it was something the two of you did often.

his warm hand moved to rest on your ankle, fingers playing with the gold piece of jewelry on your ankle. he remembers the exact moment he got it for you perfectly because it was the first time he’d ever made you cry.

he just wanted to celebrate you twos wedding anniversary. you were clearly grateful because as soon as your eyes landed on the expensive gift bags they immediately started to water.

“s-seriouswy” sniff “kenma..” sniff sniff.

he quickly rushed to your side, pulling you close to him and wiping your tears gently.

“what’s wrong..? why are you crying, love?” he asked as he rubbed your shoulder, hiding the small panic in his voice.

you lifted your face from his shirt, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

“i-im hwappy, don’t,” sniff “worry!” you slurred, emotions stopping you from being able to speak correctly.

you weren’t able to open a single bag without crying that night.

“ken?” you interrupted, nudging him with your foot. “don’t you leave in a few hours?, hurry up.”

“yes ma’am.” he said playfully.

he pressed a quick kiss to your ankle, turning back to his bag to finish up on his packing.

—

kenma still had time to spare. he finished early specifically so he could spend the rest of his time with you. you wanted to stay with him a little longer too, but if that meant he had a higher risk of missing his flight you changed your mind almost immediately.

you slipped a pair of sweatpants on, quickly rushing kenma out the bedroom door. before you could make it to the front door he grabbed your wrist.

you raised an eyebrow, fully convinced he wanted to miss out on his flight on purpose now.

“ken—.”

his soft lips pressed against yours, cutting off your complaint. before you could pull away you felt his hand push you back into the kiss. instead of fighting it you quickly gave in, melting into the kiss.

your hands wrapped around his neck fingers grazing the nape of his neck. you knew what that spot did to him. he moaned into the kiss, hand lowering down to your waist, pulling you in closer.

he pulled away, peppering a line of soft kisses down your throat. your breath hitched as you felt his lips against the sensitive skin, you felt an embarrassing whimper escaping your throat. you managed to push his face away and save yourself from the embarrassment. he gives one last kiss to your cheek.

when he’s done he simply rests his head on your shoulder, acting as if he did nothing.

“i just want to stay with you a little longer..” he mumbled by your ear. throughout all your years together, he pulled this the most. whenever he didn’t want to leave early or leave at all he’d cover you in kisses till you let him sleep in and cuddle with you.

although you will say it almost worked this time.

“how many times are you going to try that?” you grumbled, trying to seem annoyed.

he chuckled, the sound making your heart flutter even more. “did it work?”

you didn’t answer his question once you caught a glimpse of the time on the clock in the living room. you quickly started lecturing him again and pushing him out of the door with you.

—

ken ‘i miss u, im thinking about leaving early’

you ‘it’s just a few days babe’

‘you’ll be fine’

ken reacted ‘☹️’ to your message.

you dropped kenma off a 3 days ago. despite the time difference between you guys he managed to call you every day without fail. if he wasn’t able to call you he’d text you about his day or things that made him think of you.

the house was now quiet. no more of kenma’s angry complaints to his monitor, no more of his soft snores, no more of him constantly pleading for you to come back to bed because he was cold. without kenma the house was quiet.

once you got off work you took a shower and settled yourself in bed, wearing whichever shirt that smelt like kenma the most. you scrolled through your photo gallery, re-watching the videos of you and kenma goofing off together. you found a video kenma sent to you, you remember it was the first time he was off on a business trip.

before you were able to press play your phone displayed ‘ken’s contact. incoming video call, answer? you quickly pressed the answer button.

“baby?, isn’t it early over there?” you questioned. “you should be sleeping right now.”

the light from your camera illuminated go his face, making it more easier to see him in the dark room he was in. his face looked like he was flustered, the blush spreading down to his neck. you furrowed your eyebrows, inspecting his background. it was just a simple hotel room.

“baby..?” you repeated, unsure if he could hear you or not.

all you heard in response was a muffled groan.

“i miss you, love.. just talk to me.” he didn’t even try to hide how desperate he was. “please?..”

you knew this was gonna happen eventually, it always did. he couldn’t stand being away from you for an extended period of time.

“you want me to tell you about my day?” you asked. you knew he didn’t care what you talked about yet you still asked every time.

he nodded, letting out a hum of approval.

while you talked, you heard the soft groans and whimpers that came from him. you’d randomly stop just to hear his whiny voice ask you to keep going.

you were enjoying this far more than he was. you’d ask for his opinion or input on something knowing he wasn’t listening just so you could hear him stutter and figure out what you were talking about.

“can you say my name one more time..?”

“my goodness ken,—“ before you could even finish your sentence you were cut off by something in between a grunt and moan.

you stayed silent for a moment. “kenma next time just stay home if you’re gonna be like this after 3 days..” you joked.

—

the quietness of the house was replaced by the sound of kissing and giggles now that kenma was back.

you guys barely even made it inside before kenma started kissing you all over. he pressed kisses to your lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, eyelids and any other features that was in his sight. between kisses it sounded like he was saying ‘i missed you’ which was almost certainly what he said.

you giggled as he attacked your face with kisses. he soon stopped the assault, pulling away to stare at you. before you were able to question his staring, he leaned in for a kiss, a real one.

you cup his face as he pulled you into him, practically trying to fuse your body with his. his other hand snuck up your shirt, undoing the clasp of your bra like he’s done it a million times before. except he has.

he took the undergarment off, discarding it on the floor as he led you into the room without breaking the kiss.

and boy was kenma happy to finally be with his wife again.

he looked up at you, his catlike eyes meeting yours.

“i have, i’ve been procrastinating on it for some time.” the softness in his voice almost made you melt. you could listen to him for hours honestly. you already have before.

you mumbled a ‘mhm’ to show you were listening.

“do you wanna go back to black?” you suggested, blonde or black you didn’t care he’d look good either way.

he looked back at his monitor, resting his cheek in his palm.

“do you guys think i should go black or blonde?” he asked his viewers.

to be honest, you didn’t even know he was streaming. when you walked in he was quiet, even giving you a few kisses. you quickly recovered from your slight shock to stare at the chat. they were moving so fast you weren’t even able to read one!

“black it is.”

you side eyed him, did he even read the chat or just decide for himself?.. he stood up, stretching his limbs after being seated for hours. he let out a soft groan as he felt the relief spread through his body. you felt your cheeks get warmer, you continued staring not really caring if he saw. you wore your blush as a badge of honor.

a small chuckle escaped his lips, “really?” he said with a small smirk.

“what?” you answered shamelessly, a playful smirk on your own face as well.

he walked past you, placing a quick peck to your lips as he passed by. you followed him into the bathroom, noticing his phone was already propped up. you made the assumption he switched the live to his phone. you shrugged it off, crouching down to grab the unopened hair dye box.

kenma was sitting on the toilet, talking to his viewers. while he talked, you unboxed. you soon finished the necessary steps, now ready to start the coloring process.

while kenma was talking you squished his cheeks together, cutting him off.

“your skin is so soft, im jealous honestly.” you joked

you let go, gently caressing his cheek instead. he looked up at you, looking like he was wrapped around your finger.. and to be honest, he really is. he rested his hands on your hips—

fiftyshadesofgay donated $15 ‘infront of my salad?’

you both let out a giggle at the reference. you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away to get the dye.

“the moment kenma actually decides to re-dye his hair.” you joked to yourself while mixing the dye.

“that wasn’t even funny why are they laughing..?” he jokingly complained after seeing ‘LOL’s and ‘LMAOOOO’s in the chat.

“not you being jealous ‘cus they like me more” you teased.

you stood infront of kenma and instantly felt his hands rest on your hips. your actions didn’t waver, already being used to his constant need to touch you. you dragged the small brush on the blonde parts of his hair, watching it disappear under the black.

kenma kept his eyes on you the whole time, as if you’d disappear if he looked away. his face had a small smile on it as he watched you enjoy yourself. his fingers slipped underneath your shirt, warm hands settling on your waist instead.

shulios: “he is so whipped bro😭”

fiftyshadesofgay: “i’m crying he not even hiding it no more”

kenlikesmen: “i love my wife final boss”

korasunae: “kenma you lucky bastard”

littlekodzuren: “someone clip this!!🥹”

99+ comments.

—

the stream had ended long ago, and the two of you were now in bed. your fingers raked through his hair, taking in the darker color instead of the fading blonde. kenma was rested on-top of you, his face pressed against your chest. he had fallen asleep an hour ago, claiming it was easier to sleep when he was with you.

his legs were tangled with yours as he hugged you in his sleep. even in his sleep he clung to you… cute.

you picked up your phone, seeing 99+ notifications on your screen. you raised an eyebrow and opened the app. you were on kenma’s account, so of course you’d get a lot of notifications. the first tweet you seen on the homepage was a clip of kenma looking utterly in love with you. kenma was just staring at you with a soft smile, seeing that made you smile too.

you swiped off the video to see what they titled the video as.

“streamer kodzuken is wrapped around his wife’s finger, many wish to have a relationship like theirs.”

you giggled quietly, careful not to wake kenma up. you turned off the phone, placing it back on the nightstand. you wrapped your arms around your kenma, soon drifting off to sleep with your husband in your arms.

crazy part is was they weren’t wrong. kenma loved waking up everyday being able to call you his wife. he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. he would choose you to be his wife in every lifetime.

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