#sub kenma

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

Akaashi's cock stirred back to life inside Kenma's cum-slicked pussy, the thick length swelling against the omega's fluttering walls. Kenma whimpered, his body still trembling from the first orgasm, oversensitive nerves firing with renewed hunger. The heat clawed at them both, demanding more, their scents mingling in a heady fog that drove Akaashi to shift his hips experimentally. He ground deeper, eliciting a gasp from Kenma as fresh slick coated his shaft.

'Not done yet,' Akaashi rasped, pulling out slowly, his cock dragging along Kenma's inner walls with a wet schlick. Cum and slick dribbled from Kenma's stretched hole, pooling on the sheets. Akaashi sat up, hauling Kenma onto his lap in one fluid motion, positioning them face-to-face in the lotus. Kenma's legs wrapped around Akaashi's waist, his arms looping over broad shoulders for support. Their cocks rubbed together, Akaashi's rigid length pressing against Kenma's semi-hard one, both leaking steadily.

Akaashi gripped Kenma's ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he guided his cock back to that greedy entrance. He sank in inch by inch, the position allowing him to bottom out until his balls pressed flush against Kenma's skin. Kenma's head fell back with a moan, his pussy clenching around the fullness, throbbing in time with Akaashi's pulse. Akaashi's hands roamed up, thumbs circling the abused nipples before pinching hard, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers.

'Ride me,' Akaashi ordered, bucking up sharply to emphasize. Kenma obeyed, lifting his hips and slamming down, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Akaashi met every descent with a powerful thrust, his cock spearing deep, grinding against that inner spot that made Kenma's vision spark. Sweat-slicked bodies slid together, Kenma's cock trapped between them, smearing pre-cum across Akaashi's abs with each bounce.

Akaashi leaned in, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking voraciously while his teeth grazed the tender flesh. Kenma cried out, his rhythm faltering as pleasure-pain shot straight to his core. Akaashi's free hand wrapped around Kenma's shaft, pumping it in short, rough strokes, squeezing the base to stave off release. The lotus held them locked, intimate and intense, Akaashi's hips rolling in circles to stir his cock inside, stretching Kenma's pussy wider.

But the heat surged, needing more ferocity. Akaashi stood abruptly, still impaled deep, carrying Kenma with him toward the edge of the bed. Kenma's legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into Akaashi's back as gravity drove him down harder onto the pounding cock. They stumbled to the wall, Akaashi pinning Kenma against the cool surface, using it for leverage to fuck up into him with brutal snaps.

Kenma's back scraped the paint, his pussy gushing around Akaashi's relentless drives, the angle hitting new depths. Akaashi's mouth switched to the other nipple, biting down as he thrust, the combined assault making Kenma's cock throb untouched against Akaashi's stomach. 'Fuck... so deep,' Kenma panted, his walls pulsing, milking every ridge of that invading length.

Akaashi spun them away from the wall, lowering Kenma to the floor without pulling out. He flipped the omega onto all fours for doggy, knees spreading wide on the carpet. Kenma arched his back, presenting his ass, pussy lips puffy and dripping. Akaashi knelt behind, hands clamping onto hips as he rammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage plunge.

The new position let Akaashi go feral, hips pistoning with unrestrained force, balls slapping loudly against Kenma's clit. Each thrust jolted Kenma forward, his arms buckling until his chest pressed to the floor, ass high. Akaashi reached around, fisting Kenma's cock again, jerking it in time with his pounding, thumb digging into the slit to coax out more pre-cum. 'Your hole's sucking me in,' Akaashi growled, leaning over to nip at a shoulder, then sliding a hand up to tweak a nipple, pulling until Kenma sobbed.

Kenma's pussy throbbed wildly, walls convulsing around the thick shaft as Akaashi's pace turned punishing. He varied the thrusts—shallow teases followed by deep, grinding slams that made Kenma's toes curl. Slick sprayed with every withdraw, the carpet darkening beneath them. Akaashi's own cock swelled, veins dragging along sensitive folds, the friction building to a fever pitch.

Not satisfied with the floor, Akaashi yanked Kenma up by the hair, guiding him to the dresser. He bent the omega over the wooden surface, mirrors reflecting their flushed faces and the obscene sight of Akaashi's cock disappearing into that soaked pussy. Akaashi spread Kenma's legs wider, one foot propped on a chair for better access, then drove in again, the dresser rattling with each heavy impact.

Kenma braced his hands on the mirror, fogging it with ragged breaths, watching Akaashi's intense gaze in the reflection. Akaashi's fingers found Kenma's nipples once more, pinching and tugging from behind, the pull syncing with his thrusts. He stroked Kenma's cock over the edge of the dresser, balls tightening as he felt the omega clench. 'Gonna fill you again,' Akaashi promised, hips blurring as he chased release.

They moved to the chair next, Akaashi sitting with Kenma straddling him reverse cowgirl, facing the door. Kenma sank down, pussy engulfing the cock fully, rocking back to take it all. Akaashi's hands guided the motion, one on a hip, the other playing with Kenma's balls, squeezing and rolling while his other fingers teased the base of the shaft. Nipples forgotten momentarily, Akaashi slapped Kenma's ass, the sting making the pussy tighten deliciously.

Kenma ground down, circling his hips, but Akaashi took control, thrusting up hard enough to lift Kenma slightly. The chair creaked under the assault, threatening to tip. Slick ran down Akaashi's thighs, the wet sounds filling the room. Kenma's cock bobbed, untouched now, leaking steadily as his prostate was battered.

Akaashi stood once more, maneuvering them to the windowsill. He pressed Kenma face-first against the glass, cool night air seeping through as he entered from behind in a standing doggy variation. The city lights blurred beyond, but neither cared—Akaashi fucked with abandon, one hand muffling Kenma's moans, the other yanking on a nipple through the twist of his body. Kenma's cock rubbed against the sill, friction adding to the overload, his pussy throbbing in endless waves.

Finally, back to the bed for missionary, Akaashi hooking Kenma's legs over his shoulders, folding him nearly in half. This let him plunge deeper than ever, cockhead kissing the cervix with every brutal drive. Akaashi's hands pinned Kenma's wrists, mouth alternating between nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw peaks. He wrapped a foot around Kenma's cock—no, wait, hand again—stroking furiously as his own release built.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

“for a dumb little virgin, you last pretty long. that’s cute” the sound of your chuckles and your sultry voice (now slightly raspy from the violation he’d just made on your throat) caused kenma to shudder, hips bucking desperately in a silent beg for you to please take his dick back into your warm mouth that somehow knew how to work him perfectly. you must have picked up on this, shaking your head at his sad display and running your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

“who would’ve thought tetsurou’s cute little friend would be such a man slut for me. should’ve known. your eyes have been glued to me for what? years now? so embarrassing.” you tsked at him, removing the hand that was previously gripping his cock. a muffled wail tumbled out before he could catch himself.

“my baby brother is sleeping in the room over, yaknow. he could wake up any second and see you like this. do you want that, kenma? want your best friend to see just how horny and desperate you are? i bet you do.” every one of your words practically went through one of his ears and out of the other. all he wanted was for you to do something. anything. and some way, you were reading him like an open book.

“c’mere.” you beckoned him forward with a finger before placing a hand on his shoulder, forcing him onto his knees just as you previously were. “you don’t want to be selfish, do you?” kenma shook his head vigorously. no. he just wanted to be your good boy.

a sick grin etched its way onto your features. “good, now let me put that whore mouth to work, hm?”