#dom!kenma

You was already whining around his skin, but Kenma shushed you with the furrow of his brow, thumb pressing on your tongue. “Shush. ‘M not done. You have panties on?” Kenma was always one to get straight to the point, making a little flush come to your face as his free hand traveled to the bottom of the sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo. Although you nodded in response, he still tugged it up a bit, getting a peak of red underwear lines.

“Mm, take em off, sit in my lap.” He ordered as he sat up, slipping his thumb free from your lips and grabbing his controller once more. The little giggle you released as you basically bounced up, easily slid from your panties made Kenma chuckle softly.

Your giddiness made the tent in his shorts grow.

He mumbled an apology to his now unmuted game mates as you slide yourself into his lap, Kenma letting out a soft sigh from the heat that radiated from your slightly dampened core. Despite keeping his eyes on the screen, he managed to pull himself free from his shorts, the feeling of his length slapping against your rear and making you yelp. “K-Koz— “

You was cut off as he hushed you against your ear. “Quiet kitty. You wouldn’t want the boys to hear.” Kenma warned, placing a hand on your hip to aid you in sliding back. Biting down harshly on your lip you rose herself a bit, only to sit onto Kenma’s length and sheath him fully within your walls. Kenma could feel the way your core clenched about him greedily, the way your palms gripped desperately at his thighs as a little noise bubbled between your lips.

Once you were situated Kenma looped his arms around you again, hooking his chin over your shoulder and unpausing the game. “Where were we?” He spoke into the mic, eyes glancing to your flushed face as your eyes fluttered. Kenma could feel the way your walls desperately wanted him to move as they hugged his cock, but he had other plans in mind.

“You gunna just sit here and look pretty? Take what you want kitty.” Kenma urged into your ear, fingers pressing away at the controller and blush blooming darker on your face. You could literally hear his gaming mates through the headset, and yet here you were keeping your boyfriends cock warm.

With a little whine you began to grind ever so softly, hips swaying back and forth. The motion had Kenma’s lashes fluttering a bit, but he kept his composure, fingers pressing away at buttons and voice soft into the mic. You on the other hand let out a string of little whines, your fingers gripping tightly at Kenma’s sweatpants as your hips twitched.

“K-Kenma...~” You breathed, barley over a whisper. Kenma couldn’t keep the grin off his lips as he brushed his nose along the column of your throat, whispered against your skin. “Keep going kitty.” And that you did, beginning the soft bouncing and having your walls clench around his length perfectly.

“You good Kenma?” The faux blonde didn’t realize his groan was out loud. He played it off as clearing his throat, his voice still very much monotone. “All good.” He repeated, before suddenly bucking his hips up.

You gasped out loud, your eyes widening some as his thrust met your own, swallowing his cock to hit right on your sweet spot. You urged for that pleasure again, grinding your rear into his hips to feel more friction. “M-more, more sir— “

There it was. The title. Kenma smirked. “My girls here, I’ve been telling her to keep it down. Anyone got the left side?” You weren’t sure how Kenma could sound so calm, but as he slammed his hips up again, your mouth opened for a moan.

Only for Kenma to press your panties between your lips. Blush bloomed on your cheeks as you muffled a whimper into the fabric, his fingers pressing it firmly onto your tongue before his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so loud kitty.” He mumbled into your ear, his hips continuing to jump into your clenching pussy. “I wanna keep your pretty noises all to myself so be a good girl and keep your panties in there.” You nodded subtly, whining as his fingers slowly slide away from your face to grip the controller properly once more.

“M-mph~” Despite your rather stuffed mouth you still begged so pretty, hips begging for more as Kenma rolled into you again. Kenma had to bite his lip to hold in a groan, the feeling of your walls tightening up around him making his fingers twitch over the controller. “Kenma.” The faux blonde heard his name called out again and he smirked a bit, attending to his teammates needs all the while grinding his hips forward into your clenching core.

You had leaned your head into his shoulder at this point, fingers desperately clutching at his thighs as you met his grinds. Your eyes barely stayed opened as they fluttered, a gloss coming over them as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm you. As a bit of drool dribbled from the cotton that threaten to spill from your lips Kenma’s fingers were quick to easily press it back in, a little tsk leaving his lips. “Such a messy girl, bet the boys can hear these desperate little noises even with the panties.”

That had your cheeks darkening a bit, a whimper slipping past your lips so pretty Kenma let out a audible groan this time, right into the mic for all the players in the game to hear.

“Fuck it.” He finally stated, slapping down on the pause button so fast before the controller along with his headset where tossed to the side, not even bothering to mute himself and deep down hoping the boys would hear your beautiful cries. He was quick to take hold of your hips, having your back pressing into the couch cushions while he centred himself between your trembling thighs. He was embedded within you again with one quick thrust, letting out a moan as he watched tears finally spill from your eyes, felt your back arch to just the right spot that had his cock brushing your sweet spot.

“That’s my pretty kitty.” He cooed, pupils blowing out wide as he gripped your hips, continued to pump into your walls. You could barely keep your eyes open, fingers reaching up to grip onto Kenma’s shoulders like your life depended on it. One of his palms smoothed down from your hip to your thigh, squeezing along the flesh as he rolled his hips. “This is what you wanted huh? Wanted attention like this right (Y/N)?”

You attempted to nod, attempted to moan but the panties kept your babbles at you’re your nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt while your hips continued to meet his. Kenma’s impatience got the better of him as he finally pulled the dampened fabric from between your lips, tossing it aside and bringing his own lips close to yours instead.

“Ask me to cum baby. I know you wanna.” His words were nothing more than mumbles as he spoke against your swollen lips, his eyes glued to yours as fresh tears of pleasure swelled to the surface. You moaned out loud now, core tightening up around his cock as your orgasm reached closer and closer.

“N-needa cum Kozume, Needa cum sir please...~ please can I cum?” He loved the way you sounded so desperate, loved the way his game mates definitely stayed on call so they could hear the two of you. Biting onto his lower lip his fingers squeezed a bit tighter on your skin as his hips jutted faster, his own release swimming up fast at the way your walls squeezed him.

“Yea baby, cum on my cock, lemme hear you.” He egged you on, a bit of flush rising on his cheeks at sound of your rising cries, the way your back arched into his thrusting. Your eyes widened suddenly as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, a wave of white clouding your vision as pleasure vibrated through your form. Your fingers clutched desperately to his shoulders as you whined out.

“That’s it.” Kenma cooed, his thrusts picking up and having you whimpering as the aftershock of your orgasm made you hypersensitive. He was quick to follow, shooting strings within you with a pleasured groan. Finally his hips shallowed out, his breath coming out a bit ragged as he looked down at the mess between their thighs, the way your skin twitched and shimmered with a mixture of their arousal.

“Good job kitty... you did so good.” Kenma’s voice had lost a bit of its edge as he slowed, giving you a gentle smile when you fluttered your eyes back open, eased your fingers away from him to flop them on either side of your head. Kenma leaned into you, keeping his now soft length within your walls as he placed a gentle smooch under your eye.

“Was that enough attention?” He asked, earning a tired laugh from you as you carded your fingers through Kenma dampened locks. The two of you stayed tangled in each other embrace as you slowly came down from the high. “Mhm. I think so.”

“The boys definitely heard you.” There was his bluntness, a smirk coming to his face at the way he felt you tense up a bit beneath him. “I didn’t mute it so they could hear how cute you sound when you cry out for my coc— “

“Kozume!!” You squealed, face flushing as you pouted, gave his hair a playful little tug. He could only keep on grinning, lips pressing to your cheek bone.

You open an eye, peering at the alarm clock next on the side table. It shows 5:30 am and you almost have a heart attack. If he’s only getting to bed now… you sigh, shutting your eyes to will yourself to sleep further. However, Kenma has other plans. Replacing his breath are his lips, kissing you so tenderly that you’re unsure if it’s a conscious decision of his, or if his body is on autopilot from testing out various video games for work.

It’s the former. You feel a hard muscle press against your lower back, tucking itself between the fold of your ass delicately, as if not to rouse you from sleep. You decide to play the game a little longer, inhaling deeply, stretching your neck out for him to suckle at more skin. You even moan softly, pretending to be asleep to see how far he’d go. Lithe fingers ghost down your arms beneath the covers, over your stomach and the tops of your thighs, until they gingerly touch down on the thin cotton shorts, neither pulling them down or pushing them up. To say you weren’t incredibly turned on would be a lie, the thought that he would take advantage of you like this has heat pooling between your legs until you’re certain that you’ve soaked through your pyjama’s.

He thrusts slowly, rutting against the valley of your ass, the moans in his throat coming out in short, low bursts. It tickles your ear, raises goosebumps along your biceps, and you almost join in. Almost. With a rustle that’s careful not to jostle you, Kenma tugs the waistband of his boxers down until you can feel his cock leaning against you, unfolding itself until the tip pokes at the save made by your thighs while lying on your side. His breath hitches, and you know he feels how wet you are, how easily his dick slips in between your thighs and rubs against some of your labia and the fabric of the shorts.

You part your legs, one knee falling past the other, only slightly, making it out as if you’re shifting in your sleep. He’s quick then, his cock landing against your opening with careful taps as he guides it past your tight hole. Maybe it’s how good you feel, wrapped around him, sucking him in deeper, but Kenma loses his self-control. His chest presses against your back, his chin tucking itself against your shoulder, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck as he nuzzles against you, cock slipping deeper into your pulsing walls.

“Kozume,” you moan, no longer trying to hide that you’re awake, but your voice still husky from sleep as your shift under his hold. He pauses, and you can feel how his heart drums, hittings your back with a force from adrenaline. “Don’t stop.”

Your green light is all it takes for him to sheathe himself in fully, hissing in your ear at the way you stretch around him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers, trying not to break the early morning silence.

“So do you,” you counter, grinding back with each shallow thrust of his hips.

It doesn’t take long to come undone, especially when a skilled hand drifts to your clit, the friction amplified with your slick. Kenma whispers how tight you are, how beautiful, how much of a good girl you are for him, his words coaxing you from your body and into his palms as he flicks quick circles to your sensitive bud. The arm he’s laying on stretches up, grabbing your hair to tug your head back and against him. The slap of your hips beneath the sheets, the squelch of your slick cunt, it’s battle music that builds you both to a crescendo, until it bursts and you spin dizzily into him and he spills into you.

When you’re both coming down, and his softening cock slips from your welcoming taint, his forehead leans against your shoulder blade. You turn in his hold, hooking a leg over his hips to press quick kisses to his chest.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” you mumble into him, stroking the black and bleached blonde hair from his face to peer up at his tired yet blissful face. He smiles down at you, embarrassed.