bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.
bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.
bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”
bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.
bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.
you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.
“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”
the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.
the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.
“i, uhh...”
“what, is she an idol or something?”
oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?
your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?
you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.
kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”
you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”
“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.
but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.
you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!
you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”
on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!
kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”
“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”
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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.
── .✦ Summary: Kozume Kenma is down bad on stream, 50k people watch him simp.
── .✦ pairing: Kozume Kenma x reader
── .✦ WC: 1.1K
── .✦ genre: fluff
── .✦ a/n: i might be out of my writing slump again guys.... im back...
Kenma likes to think that he's a pretty humble person. He's quiet, keeps to himself and doesn't bother anyone else. If there's anything that he would take the slightest bit of pride in, it would be his gaming skills.
Now, again, Kenma is a humble guy — but statistics and KDAs don't lie. He can't help it if he's the top 1 rank in Japan in Overwatch, League of Legends, and a few other PvP games. It's all practiced skill. Kenma knew that he was the best. Admittedly, he does feel the flame of pride lick at his stomach when randoms would type in chat, just so excited to even be in the same lobby as the Kodzuken. Multiple clips of his streams becoming popular online because how the fuck is he playing like he's a rank above everyone else in the highest tier lobby? His chat floods with emotes and question marks whenever he pulls off an interesting shot. It's not even just his PvP skills. Kenma is annoyingly good at other kinds of games too. He enjoys a good souls-borne game like every other person, and when Elden Ring came out, a shit ton of clips of Kodzuken defeating bosses when they game hadn't even been out for a week took the internet by storm. So yeah, Kenma knows he's good at games.
It’s another day of streaming for the overgrown blonde, he boots up his PC and opens his Twitch and OBS. The stream begins and Kenma follows up with his usual introduction, waiting for the thousands of people who are pouring into his stream to settle in.
“Hey chat, we’re gonna be playing some Valorant today and maybe some ‘Resident Evil: Village’ later on.” The man hummed, moving his mouse around and clicking on the app icon. The game boots up quickly and within a minute he’s already in the lobby.
The chat is flooded with emotes, memes, and whatever they hell they wanna talk about — moving about a mile a minute but it all stops when something pops up on their screens.
Another account has joined Kodzuken’s lobby.
soboring: whos that
yodayoda: new duo?
nuggetFPS: I DONT RECOGNIZE THIS USERNAME GUYS
Kenma doesn’t say anything and starts the queue.
inarizaki1001: @kodzuken this isnt ur main acc??
The queue pops and Kenma as per usual locks his duelist champion, Jett. The chat is confused but they play along, wondering if the streamer had just decided to start climbing on a new account instead — it would be entertaining to have another Top 1 run anyway. All of this is tossed out the window when a girl’s voice suddenly floods the stream.
“Hey, Ken? Who should I play?” The sweet voice asked.
justathrower: IS THAT A GIRL?
simpl4m4n: LMFAOOOO IS THIS REAL GUYS?
customMade: DID KENMA GIVE IN AND HIRE AN EGIRL?
“Play whoever y’want.” Kenma hummed, shifting in his seat. He looks over at his second monitor where he has his OBS opened up and a pop-out of his Twitch chat — the edges of his lips quirk up but he doesn’t say anything, watching the comments fly by.
The sweet voice hums again and decides on locking in a champion, Sage.
S4INTLY: holy shit theyre A JETT SAGE DUO?
napphry: oh my god im gonna throw up
wubalubadubub: no way this is happening right now right
The blonde makes sure his microphone is muted in game before he speaks on the stream, “Guys, I’m duoing with my friend, she’s nice… so don’t be mean to her.” The lobby loads up and Kenma shifts his focus to the game.
The game was going well and the viewers had attempted to be nice and not mention the new duo and the new account but they just couldn’t ignore the fact that Kenma was playing a little differently today. Yeah, Kodzuken is a world renounced streamer, he’s popular and undeniably the best at almost every game he touches — but today the man was playing as if his life depended on it, which was an odd thing to say for a man who’s life revolved around gaming.
“Ken! You’re really good at this game!” The sweet voiced squeaked out after Kenma had managed to wipe the entire enemy team to save the round.
See, Kenma knows that he’s good at the game but that little compliment had the man malfunctioning. Blood rushes to his cheeks and Kenma’s palms begin to sweat, so what he has a little crush you? It wouldn’t have been the first time but this little crush has Kenma acting like he isn’t told this little fact almost every day.
He clears his throat and nods his head, “Thanks, t’was mostly luck…”
peanuuut: holy shit hes cooked
noddingpup: HUZZ SAID HES GOOD AT THE GAME
burgermachine: LUCK LMFAOOOO
For the rest of the game,the two of you throw some banter around, teasing each other. joking around, and just having fun — but Kenma, despite his ability to block out the world and focus in on his video games, cannot for the life of him fully focus back into the game. His brain is running around in circles and looking into crevices to figure out other ways that he could impress you again. Stupidly enough, all this thinking on how to win you over has the man doubling down in the lobby. He’s lost his focus and when he tunes back in he’s in a 1 v 5 position.
Shit.
Kenma is quick to act and he manages to find and shoot a person down. 1 v 4. The clock is ticking red and the blonde only has so much time before the bomb explodes.
“Holy shit! If you win this I’ll give you a kiss!” You blurt out randomly into your microphone, carried away by the intensity of the game and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Holy fucking shit.
slUmpStax: WHAAAAT?
swordfallen: CLIPPED AND SHIPPED
generallySo: were so cooked
Kenma only glances at second monitor before he goes absolutely berserk. The man controls his character better than his viewers had ever seen, bullets finding heads and the only sound the stream can hear is the clicking of his mouse and keyboard and the quiet desperation as Kenma moves around the game.
1 v 3.
1 v 2.
1 v 1.
As the blonde shoots down the last enemy player, he immediately moves to diffuse the bomb. It’s ticking loud, spasming at this point with high pitched whines because it’s practically about to explode and Kenma is praying to all the Gods that he makes it on time but he could do nothing but hope.
The round ends - ‘0:01’ on the top of his screen.
Defenders Win.
moogleymouse: GG EZ
zazazaza: CLIPPED. AND. SHIPPED.
aimingOP: GG
Kenma’s hands are drenched in sweat and the sound of your excited squeals has his heart pounding. Jesus, he looks like a fool right now. The man looks over at his chat, he already knows he’s getting teased by fifty thousand people right now but he really could not care about his ‘nonchalant reputation’ at this point.
;; boyfriend!kenma is the ultimate ‘low-battery’ cuddler. when he’s had a long day of meetings and sponsorship deals, he doesn’t want to talk. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair while the tv hums in the background. he’ll let out a long, shaky sigh, finally melting into the cushions because you’re his only safe zone.
;; boyfriend!kenma buys you the most thoughtful, high-tech gifts that make your life easier. if you mention your neck hurts, a top-of-the-line massager shows up the next day. if you say you’re cold, he installs smart-heating in the floors. he doesn’t always say “i love you” out loud, but your entire environment is optimized for your comfort because he’s the one controlling the settings.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a secret folder on his phone filled with candid photos of you. you sleeping, you laughing at a meme, you focused on your own hobbies. whenever he’s traveling for a gaming convention or a business trip, he scrolls through them to help him deal with the social exhaustion. you’re his tether to the real world.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves slow mornings with you. since he sets his own hours, he’ll stay in bed for an extra hour just to hold you. he likes to tuck his face into the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and just drift in that half-awake state where the only thing that matters is the weight of you in his arms.
;; boyfriend!kenma is a sucker for parallel play. he’ll be on his switch and you’ll be reading a book, but your feet are intertwined under the blanket. every once in a while, he’ll lean over and kiss your shoulder or the top of your head without saying a word, just checking in to make sure you’re still there.
;; boyfriend!kenma gives you his undivided attention when it really matters. he might be a busy CEO, but if you send him a text saying you’re having a bad day, he’ll delegate his tasks to his assistant and be home within twenty minutes with your favorite takeout and a new game he thinks you’ll like.
;; boyfriend!kenma likes to rest his chin on your head. since he’s usually hunched over a screen, standing up straight to tuck you under his chin feels like a reset for him. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just sway slightly, closing his eyes and enjoying the fact that, out of everything he’s built and won, you’re the best part of his life.
;; boyfriend!kenma is the king of low-effort luxury; he doesn't care about the price tag of the jewelry he buys you, only that it matches your eyes. he’ll casually drop thousands on a designer bag just because he saw you glance at it once in a magazine, presenting it to you while he’s halfway through a boss fight. “here, i thought it suits you.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a very specific love language: space. but not distance. he wants you in his office while he works, tucked into the crook of his arm or scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his lap. he’ll subconsciously reach out to rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles over your skin without ever looking away from his monitors.
;; boyfriend!kenma lets you wear his expensive, oversized hoodies—the ones that cost more than your—past—rent. he loves the way you smell like his cologne and home. when you try to return them, he just pushes them back into your arms. “keep it. i like seeing you in my things.”
;; boyfriend!kenma isn’t much for public displays of affection, but behind closed doors? he’s surprisingly needy. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck after a long stream, breathing you in until his heart rate slows down. his hands are always wandering, usually finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma spoils you with the bouncing ball corporate card. you have the login to all his accounts, and he gets a notification every time you spend his money—it’s his favorite kind of notification. he’ll text you: “saw you went to that cafe. get the dessert too, baby. i want to taste it off your lips later.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is incredibly observant. he knows exactly when you’re getting tired or overwhelmed before you even realize it. he’ll quietly close his laptop, scoop you up, and carry you to bed. he doesn’t say much, but the way he pulls the covers over you and then crawls in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, says everything.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a bit of a possessive streak that comes out in the quietest ways. if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he doesn’t make a scene; he just slides his arm around your waist, pulling you so close there’s no room for air, and lets his heavy gaze do the talking.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves it when you sit behind him while he’s gaming and play with his hair. it’s the only thing that can actually distract him from a high-stakes match. he’ll let out a soft, shaky breath when your nails graze his scalp, his hands faltering on the keyboard as he mutters, “y/n... don’t do that right now unless you want me to turn the PC off entirely.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a habit of pulling you onto his lap while he’s sitting in his expensive ergonomic chair. he’ll continue his business call or stream with one hand on the mouse and the other sliding under your thighs, hiking your skirt or shorts up just a little too high. he likes the thrill of you having to stay absolutely silent and still while he talks numbers, his fingers occasionally applying a firm, grounding pressure that makes your breath hitch.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves marking his territory in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. he’ll leave a faint, blooming bruise right on your collarbone or the sensitive skin behind your ear before he leaves for a meeting. he’ll smirk when he sees you trying to cover it with concealer later, whispering against your skin, “don’t hide it, i want everyone to know who you went home to.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is a huge fan of late-night ‘distractions.’ if you’re trying to read or work while he’s bored, he’ll crawl between your legs and rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with those heavy lids. his hands don’t stay still for long; they’re always tracing the lace of your underwear or the curve of your hip, his voice dropping an octave as he asks, “are you really more interested in that than me?”
;; boyfriend!kenma definitely uses his wealth to facilitate his more.. indulgent side. he’ll fly you out to a private villa just so he can have you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of his fans and employees. there, he’s much more vocal about what he wants to do to you, spending hours worshiping every inch of you until you’re nothing but a shaky, panting mess in the silk sheets he bought specifically because they’ll be comfortable for your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves the contrast of his cold, expensive watches against your warm skin. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the metal of his rolex biting into your skin just enough to be a reminder of his weight. he’s quiet, but the sounds he makes when he’s buried inside—those low, gravelly huffs of your name—are reserved only for your ears.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a thing for praise, but only from you. he loves it when you whisper how good he feels or how much you love his touch. it makes him get a bit more aggressive, a bit more desperate to please you. he’ll bite his lip to keep from getting too loud, but the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you exactly how close he is to losing that signature composure.
n: for one of my sweet freaky babies @j4zume !! i wrote this while trying to code a heart, hell yeah.
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✦ f!reader, post timeskip, kenma is quite the horny fella, suggestive, explicit content.
KOZUME KENMA has insane stamina.
And he doesn't seem like it. Truly, he doesn't. After all, (and not to be stereotypical), but what could you expect of a twenty-two year old who's leisure time was spent playing 'vintage' video games and streaming it for thousands to see?
You definitely didn’t expect that right after those streams ended, he’d have you bent over his gaming desk, just inches away from a small Genshin Impact figurine. You turn around, your cheeks flushing a sweet, saccharine hue of scarlet as he cups your ass from behind, his hands firm and possessive.
The air is thick with tension, sexually charged, rather, as you feel his body heat radiating against you. Every breath you take is heavy with anticipation, and the way he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You can sense his desire, raw and palpable, and it makes your heart race. You’re completely at his mercy, craving every moment as he prepares to take you right there, the thrill of being so exposed only heightening the intensity between you.
No, Kenma is not just another boyfriend of yours you've had sex with. Kenma is an absolute fucking beast - and by the time you're on your third round, covered in his opalescent seed and dripping with perspiration (you're not sure who's it is), that very fact is made abundantly clear to you.
Kenma also isn’t shy about what he wants. He’d rather have you sitting on his face, completely lost in the taste of you. As he laps at your clit, he gets more and more pussy-drunk, his moans vibrating against the slick that covers his fave deliciously. Your muffled compliments only serve to fuel the desire within him, and he’s all in, ready to make you feel every bit of pleasure he can give. It’s raw, intense, and he’s determined to have you begging for more.
You're not exactly sure why he has such superhuman capabilities when it comes to sex. Perhaps, years of pulling all-nighters has finally translated into something good - that being the rather annoying ability to never get tired whilst he pounds his pretty, flushed tip into you, getting the angle just right, hitting you right where you want him.
No, actually. He hits it right where you need him. Because sex with Kenma has translated from something that started off with a few kisses into a ritual you're quite certain you can't live without.
You’d lose yourself in the heat of three rounds—four if the mood struck just right. Kenma would pause, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached for a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from his side-table. With a teasing squirt, he coated your stomach, the slick, sweet substance glistening against your skin.
His fingers danced over you, massaging the lubricant in with a tantalizing pressure that sent electric shivers through your body. Each stroke was a delicious tease, trailing dangerously low, igniting a primal hunger within you. The air thickened with the scent of strawberries and coitus, as his touch turned your skin into a playground of pleasure, leaving you breathless and craving more.
The bottle spits its last, the slick gone, but you don’t stop - not until your body’s shaking, breath stuttering, chasing that high like it's the only thing that’s ever truly undone you. You’re soaked in heat, legs weak, stars bursting behind your eyes. And just when you're about to tapout, that voice cuts through - deep, filthy, smug - dragging out the words that ruin you - but make you crave it all over again.
Kenma likes this habit you have when you kiss him. You usually do this when he’s at practice. Sweating so much and obviously tired.
“He always slacks when you’re around. You baby him too much.” Kuroo and Kenma glare at each other.
“Sorry! I’ll make sure he’s on his A game for the next set.” You smile, peeling and handing a banana to Kenma.
“Thank you.” He mumbles munching on the banana.
You guys talk for a little a bit until Kuroo is calling him over. He grumbles but before he leaves, you call out to him.
“Ken?” He hums glancing your way.
You stand up and kiss him, his eyes go wide for a bit but he relaxes. Your hands sneak into his damp hair. Pulling the strands together and tying it all while deepening the kiss.
When you pull away a chunk of his hair falls forward, leaving it layered. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he blushes, chewing on his lip. You smile as you push the strand of hair behind his ear.
“Alright! All ready.”
As he walks to the court he has to put up with a teasing Lev and Yamamoto.
He doesn’t mind though, he’ll put up with all of that if it means you’ll kiss him like that again.
