a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha
oikawa
- oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not
- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself
- but here you are
- and he LOVES being around you
- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley
-though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails
- he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you
- and you love it
- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you
- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy
the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did.
“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel.
“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly.
“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you.
“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.
“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.
“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.
“goodnight princess.”
“goodnight oikawa.”
-you definitely have morning sex when you wake up
kageyama
- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are
- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not
- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed
- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it
- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things
- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance
- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you
- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink
you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.
“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.
“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.
“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.
“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences.
“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.
“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened.
“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.
“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend.
“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.
“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.
“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom.
kenma
- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games
- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention
- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend
- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him
- but sometimes you get needy
- really needy
- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that
- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend
kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.
‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles
“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?”
“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.
you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.
“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously.
“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes.
kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you.
every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.
sugawara
- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating
- his kinkiness surprised you too
- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla
- but you were very mistaken
- not that you’re complaining though
- he’s always open to trying new things
- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued
“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.
“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug
“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.
“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old.
“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.
“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.
“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.
“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.
“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction.
being your fav’s puppygirl, and having them grab your hips and manhandle you until you’re straddling their waist while they’re laying down, rubbing your wet heat against their cock and sighing at every roll of your hips.
“alright puppy,” they groan, their breath hitching when you look up at them with eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. “sit”
“from now on, you use my money” he says, handing you a stack of twenty dollar bills. there’s probably more than 2,000 thousand dollars in it. the same he gave you yesterday.
“it’s ok, i can use my own-”
“but you won’t” first he sounded kind, inviting, but now he just sounds plain controlling.
“why would you refuse my money, baby?” he asks, his hands lacing in your hair and pushing your head to take more of him, despite already feeling him in the back of your throat. you think he’s talking to himself before he pulls your hair and makes you face him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and drool running down your chin.
“hm?” he hums, watching your tear-ridden face.
“i’m sorry, i just think i’”
“no, you don’t think,” he says cruelly, “or at least you don’t think with your head” he taps your forehead to further demonstrate what he’s trying to say. “you think with this cunt down here” he pushes the leather of his shoe against your clothed cunt, enough to make your thighs, clench against each other. “you can only think about this, sex, pleasuring me” his fingers run through your hair, knowing how much you like it when he pulls on your hair. “pleasuring yourself”
“you spend my money, you don’t have to think about it, ok?” his fingers linger on your chin. you nod your head and grip his thighs again, lowering your head and taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.
“understood?” you hum around him, the sweet feeling of your voice sending vibrations. “come up here” he says.
you stand up and sit on his lap, rolling your hips against him in hopes he’ll forgive you. he knows you mean well, but he still feels the need to punish you when you don’t let him spoil you like you deserve to be. It’s the whole point of this relationship, isn’t it?
“i want you to ride me, get off on my cock, pretty” he says, his hands grinding your hips against him. you blush at his words, but still stroke him a few times before pressing it into your entrance and slowly sinking down, hitting the deepest parts inside of you and making you hide your face in the crook of your neck.
you start bouncing on him, just fast enough to prompt a few moans from your lips and make you hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“c’mon, you can do better than that” he says, moving your hips faster, sinking you down harder on his cock until he makes you see stars with every thrust. he doesn’t pay any mind to how you scream in pleasure, he hits spots inside you that you could never reach with your fingers, only he can satisfy you like this.
you try to match his pace, but every time you come close to the speed of his hands on your waist, it seems like he goes faster, harder, enough to make you shed a few tears into the collar of his shirt.
“you’re such a messy baby,” he mutters, slightly bucking his hips into you. “you’re my messy girl, aren’t you?” you nod into his neck.
“c’mon, i’m doing all the work baby, i told you to ride me,” he groans, watching you struggle through the shakiness of your legs to bounce on him, while he takes one of his hands and uses it to rub small circles into your clit. the combined stimulation makes you sob, soft moans and desperate whines rolling off your tongue, and its music to kenma’s ear.
“that’s it doll, just like that, get off on my cock, tell me what you want”
“want you sir, j-just want you” you moan into his ear, your hands clutching onto his shoulders despite your trembling fingers. you’re having such a hard time doing what he asks, keeping yourself from collapsing on his chest and begging him to hold you again is harder than you thought.
“not that, pretty baby, what you really want” he whispers. he wants to drive out anything you might want in the heat of the moment, whether it be him or a shiny new necklace, he knows you wouldn’t tell him under any other circumstances, that’s why he has to fuck it out of you.
➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.
The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.
I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.
Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too
Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.
I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.
AN: Chapter 2??? Yes???? ALSO REMINDER THAN LOST WILL BE UPDATED ON FRIDAYS AT 10:30 ish MDT. Taglists are OPEN! Please send an ASK or DM! Reblogs are appreciated :D
You sat in your room in silence, staring at the bare white walls that trapped you in. Like an animal in a cage. The only speck of colour came from your unusually bright bed covers, a gift from… from someone long ago. Clothes were strewn across the beige carpet of your room, the only sign that the room itself was being used. The cleanness of this room was your pride and joy. Something, the only thing, you could tell yourself you did.
You laughed pathetically.
It had been your strong will that had you walking past Kenma when you hesitantly knocked on the front door to the apartment. You had heard huffs of annoyance even before he had opened the door. And it was not hard to imagine the grimace that played on his thin, firm lips. He gave you a look, waiting for you to throw him a glance as you had found yourself doing out of habit. But you didn’t, deigning to stare at the boring painting plastered onto the walls. And the sink full of dirty dishes that you knew would never be cleaned until you decided to do them.
There was a part of you— that broken yet foolish part of you that yearned for at least the tiniest ounce of worry. There was a part of you that had hoped you did not need to deal with the burdensome annoyance that Kenma had often thrown at you. Before, during and after your so-called “relationship”. It was an emotion that was so often seen on his pleasant face, that it had been a shock that had stopped you in your tracks when you had first seen him smile at his phone.
You laughed again. You had been naive. A fool. A fool in love. But a fool nonetheless.
“L/N.” you closed your eyes, palm coming up on your face as you shield yourself from the dull lights of the room. And the lean man that stood outside your door.
“What.” you hoarsely spoke, leaning back on your elbows, reaching over your shoulder to grab a water bottle.
“May I come in?”.
You almost laughed at the stiff words. It must be weird to show so much distance to your former girlfriend and current roommate.
“Whatever,” you snorted, throwing your legs over the bed, tilting your head back as you chugged half of your water.
The door slowly opened, curious and hesitant eyes found your own. His honey eyes were dull, a glint of suppressed annoyance lingering in his gaze as he took in your defensive gaze. He barely took a step into the room before stopping in his tracks, awkwardness painted all over his body. Big, black Razer Sony headphones hung over his neck, his hands tucked into the deep pockets of his gray sweatpants. His shirt was one size too big, something that he had found more comfortable, especially when streaming.
“A shame” you had once teased, as you looked at his choice of outfit for stream. He had merely looked at you with a gaze oozing irritation.
“What do you want?”
The words came out sharper than you had meant, an apology lingering like a sour grape on the tip of your tongue.
Any hesitance was short-lived at your icy words, his own eyes becoming as cool as ice.
“I have a stream at five,” he gave you an obvious look-over, eyes pausing at the bruises on your exposed legs, “At least try to look nice.”
You snorted, flipping him off.
“It was a one-time thing, Kozume.” you retorted.
“No.” his jaw clenched at your pure stone-cold glare. ice that raged in your eyes. “We agreed that we would continue streams till the end of our lease.”
“I have no interest in faking affection just for you to have a good image,” you snarled as Kenma rolled his eyes. The lithe muscles in his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Of course you don’t care about a good image.”
He motioned to your unruly hair. To the dark circles that seemed tattooed into your skin. To the dullness that now echoed in your skin.
It was a low blow. And he knew it. And yet… as you stared at his unwavering eyes. You knew he didn’t give one damn.
You snorted, your lips trembling as you waved your hand.
“I’ll do it, just stop talking.”
“You’re a nuisance annoying.” he seethed, tugging on his hair as if you were driving him insane.
“I just said that I’ll do it. What else do you want.” you snapped. The unsaid words lingered in your head. On the very tip of your throat.
I was in the hospital. Do you not even care?
He rolled his eyes again.
“Stop acting like you’re doing me a favour,” he looked down at you. You flinched at the pure, unfiltered disdain that filled his features. At the eyes burning like the flames of the eternally burning sun. At the lips that trembled in rage. At the fingers that tightly clutched his black shirt.
“And I’m not?” you spitefully fought back. It was not a wise choice, you knew that. It was rare—so rare that rage ever filled Kenma’s features. If anything he had always been the more calm, peaceful of the two of you, always deciding to deal with confrontations in a pacifist approach.
It would be better if you shut your mouth. Be the submissive person you knew he wanted you to be. But it was the strike of your pride that edged you on.
“If you would be honest and just tell your viewers we broke up, then it wouldn’t be such a hassle.”
It hurt more than it annoyed you. Pretending that you and Kenma were still in a relationship. Still in love. It was ironic, you had thought, when he gave you more attention than he did when you were in a genuine relationship. From the small pecks, he gave on your forehead. To the small smiles, he faked when he looked at you during the stream. His affection seemed like an on and off switch. The love you had received on stream immediately descended to scorn and mockery as he merely nodded for you to leave the room.
You watched Kenma carefully, waiting for the blow that was sure to come.
“You’re freeloading off of me,” he scoffed, “Can you even pay for your breakfast?”
You stayed quiet at the venom that spitted from his sharp tongue.
“I can,” you quietly said, refusing to let the anger consume your words.
“With what job,” he mocked, “The one that pays 700 yen an hour?”
A furious blush ran down your neck. You wondered how many low blows it would take for you to break down completely.
“It’s still a job,” you scowled.
It was hard to say anything back to that. He wasn’t fully wrong. It was a very low-paying job, a minimum wage job that seemed to have more cons than pros. But, it was all you could do. With your half-finished university degrees. It would be a shameful burden, among the many others, that you would bear.
“Sure.” his eyes seem to always be rolling at this point. He backed up, hands reaching behind him to touch the handle of the door. He gave you one more look.
“You were taking a break from social media for a week, that’s why you haven’t shown up on my streams.” And with that, he slammed the door, before shuffling back to his room.
You scoffed.
“Sure,” you muttered to the closed door.
A low dull rhythm echoed in your head, as you tucked in your legs, resting your cheek on your knee. Maybe one day, the universe wouldn’t bet against you.
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You woke up with a pain in your neck and a broken heart. Sleep, although something you desired in the back of your head, was not your greatest friend. On the best days, you found yourself in a fruitless sleep, filled with a void of darkness and silence. On the worst days, harrowing and blurry images raced through your head. Unfamiliar actions and words always made you wake up with sweat dripping down your neck. The nightmares served as a reminder of the heaviest of burdens on your shoulders. Of the shame that brought with every breath. You stared blankly at the walls, contemplating your next move.
Groggily, you arose and walked to the kitchen. Scrummaging for any snacks. There was nothing, except for the powder milkshakes Kenma always seemed to have a stock of. The clicking clock seemed to mock you with every move. The small hand stayed still at 12 and the long hand trembled as it switched between 3 and 4. The clock, from what you observed, had been broken since Kenma had brought it on. And yet he refused to replace it.
You snorted as you closed the door, daring to peek at the sink. You sighed as you spotted the messy dishes, a pile continuously growing. That pile indeed would never disappear without you doing it. For a man who you were seemingly freeloading of, he seems inadequate to perform even the most basic of housework. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned. You hadn’t eaten since the previous morning and you didn’t get a chance to eat after your “conversation” with Kenma. You turned on the tap, popping open the bottle of dish soap. You scrubbed the dishes, rising and washing all the dishes in a mere ten minutes. You hated doing the dishes. It felt unclean. Disgusting. You could almost feel the grime under your fingernails when you had finished. And no soap seemed to get rid of the feeling of uncleanness under your nails. On your fingers. You shivered in disgust. You scrubbed your fingers under hot water, muttering small curses under your breath.
“What are you doing?” You stepped back, dropping the bar of soap you were using.
“Being a freeloader,” you snarkily responded, as you went back to clean your hands once more. You stared at your fingers.
“Stop wasting water.” he rolled his eyes, as he opened an oak wood cupboard, taking out a cup.
“Is that why you never wash the dishes?” you snorted as you closed the tap, wiping your hands on your sweatpants. Your only response was an exasperated look. A pregnant silence settled in the kitchen. The only sound coming from the quiet trickling of the water dispenser. You shuffled your feet. There was no reason for you to be in the room. To stay. He never asked you to. But he hadn’t asked you to leave.
Yet.
Your eyes trailed from the floor to the small crack of skin exposed as he downed the cup of water at once. You watched a small droplet of water dribble from the corner of his mouth. At the man bun that was coming apart, strands of black and blonde curling slightly at the end.
“Are you just going to stare?” he placed the cup in the sink before walking past you, back into his room.
“Creep.” you heard him huff before the sharp sound of a closed-door echoed in your ears. It was a slap in your face. Embarrassment pooled in your stomach as you quickly went to the sink, rinsing the cup before walking back to your room. You quietly closed the door, jumping on the bed. The quiet creaks of the mattress hid your sniffles.
Hiding the quiet, invisible call for help.
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Words couldn’t describe the pain you were in right now. Although many of the bruises on your leg were healed, it didn’t stop the random slaps of pain that shocked through your legs. Standing for almost 7 hours didn’t help the matter. But there was not much room to complain between the fake smiles you were forced to plaster onto your face. It was the most you had smiled in years, your cheeks stretching painfully as you waved goodbye to a customer. Your smile almost immediately dropped as the last of the rush hour customers had passed, ordering their coffees quickly.
You didn’t dislike the job although you were sure there were better ones out there. But it wasn’t the worst. The place itself was pleasurable to the eyes. Soft pastel colors bloomed in the small, modest coffee shop. Light floral pink walls were illuminated by circular bulbs of pale white light. Coral green swirls of colour painted intricate designs on the walls, small dots added under the small designs, drawing a dotted line all across the wall. Pale pink stools were stuffed under small circular tables. Pale green stems of the mauve lily stood out amongst the mostly pink furniture. The café was almost empty except for a few elderly people who comfortably leaned back in some of the chairs, laughing amongst themselves as they sipped their coffee from plastic, pink cups. Soft, lyricless music played in the café, drowning the small place in a peaceful sort of quiet. It was the sort of ambience you wished you could have back at the apartment. You almost found yourself humming along with the music. Almost.
“The barista might have forgotten your name, but I sure haven’t.”
You groaned at the cheesy words that ruined the quiet little happiness that had been unfurling in your chest. A blooming flower stopped in its tracks.
“I am the barista,” you muttered, as you walked away from the register. You brought your hands to the loosely tied apron, quickly taking both ends and pulling it tighter. You didn’t look at the man, who merely gave you a small pout as you backed away from him. You couldn’t tell which was more painful. Kai’s corny, stupid jokes. Or the standing you had to deal with for a mere 700 yen.
“But it was good right,” you turned around, throwing him a glare before rolling your eyes.
“No.”
“Y/N,” he whined cutely, the pout growing on his plump, pink lips. You only rolled your eyes again.
“Go back to work Kai,” you muttered as you ran a finger down the clean slabs of pale pink granite.
He sighed, running a toned, sun-kissed arm through his strikingly pale blonde hair. The contrast between his caramel skin and his naturally light hair always made you stop in your tracks. He didn’t have the worst of faces, you concluded, as you turned around sticking your tongue out at him. The smirk that grew on his face, made your cheeks bloom with embarrassment, the thumping of your chest becoming slightly erratic. His bronze eyes crinkled around the corners as his smirk grew into a genuine smile.
“It’s only a matter of time,” he teased, giving you a wink that would have made any other girl swoon. You raised your eyebrows, gaze narrowing as you gave him a once over.
Dissatisfaction pooled in your eyes as you gazed at his face.
“You sure about that one?” your gaze only narrowed more at his confident smirk. He thumped his broad chest, hand resting on his heart as he smirked at you.
“For sure.” he grinned, “Thousand yen”
Your eyes gazed at the small, leafy bill that sat tauntingly on the counter. You bit your lips.
The easiest thousand yen of your life. You grinned, hand reaching out, as Kai quickly snatched the note back, stuffing it in his pockets.
“You, sir, have got yourself a deal.”
He gave you a toothy grin as he grabbed your hand.
For a man who spent his workdays behind a counter making coffees, his hands were surprisingly rough and calloused.
“You’ll be asking me out before this month is over,” he added, daring you to take back the deal you had just made.
“Don’t get your hopes up, buddy.” you rolled your eyes, “I’m taken.”
It was a sour lie to say, but it had to be done.
He merely laughed, eyes sparkling a sly grin overtaking the toothy one he had on before. Glancing at the calendar, Kai threw you another grin.
“We’ll see about that in thirty days.”
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Exhaustion crept on you like a cat on its prey. Today, like most Mondays, was a rush hour. Though you found the evenings much more tiresome than the morning. In the morning, frantic office workers barged in, quickly ordering their coffee and leaving. Afternoons were much quieter, the rare elderly person walking in with a grin and a roll of the most recent newspaper. Evenings, however, made you want to pull your hair out. Especially as tides of high school girls, finally leaving their dreaded classrooms, rushed in. It took hours to even get their orders. Most of the time was spent with flirtatious conversations with Kai, who seemed pleased at the compliments that fluttered his way. The girls with more bravado, bracingly asked for his hand in marriage, no sight of humor glistening in their eyes.
You sighed, muttering under your breath, as you trudged to the small room in the back. Pulling out your phone, you always swore at the bombardments of messages and notifications that drowned your notification bar. You sat down, slumping down on the dark couch as you swiped through.
Emails of probable work applications were immediately swiped off. There was no point in looking for a job when you would immediately be denied. Notifications from your other apps were also immediately swept away. It had been months since you opened Instagram or Snapchat. Not like there were any important conversations on there, you reasoned, as you scrolled further down the notifications. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise at the few messages from Akaashi, glad that you had remembered to name his contact. But before you could see what Akaashi had sent you, your screen flashed. Your ringtone echoed in the empty room. You almost dropped your phone as your eyes caught the name.
Kenma Kozume.
You scrunch your eyes in confusion.
Tentatively you accepted his call, putting it on speaker.
“He–”
“Where are you?” There was a sort of franticness in his voice as he spoke. As if he was worried about you.
Knowing Kenma that probably wasn’t the case.
“At work?”
He huffed scornfully.
His voice was coated in a thick layer of venom as he spoke.
“Can you not do anything right? I legit only asked, for one thing, L/N.” he snarled, his voice quiet as if he didn’t want anyone to hear.
“What?”
You were confused. You had made him his daily meal, with the type of rice he liked. You even added the meat that he adored. Maybe it was the meat, you thought in apprehension.
Oh god, was it half-cooked?’
I knew I shouldn’t have rushed it this morning.
“It’s almost five and you’re still at work?”
You glanced at your phone. A glaring 4:30 scoffed back at you.
“So?”
“You’re supposed to be on my stream at five.”
Oh.
“So it wasn’t the meat then,” you muttered quietly.
“It only takes me ten minutes, Kozume.” you rubbed your temples, “Calm down.”
“And it’ll take you an hour to get ready,” he snarky replied. You could hear the bitterness in his voice, sending shivers down your spine.
“No it won’t, stop being dramatic.” you sighed. Throwing your head back on the couch, you groaned.
“Something wrong, hot stuff?” you paused, jerking your phone behind you as you jerked up. You sighed, meeting Kai’s curious eyes.
How much had he heard?
“Nothing, but I might have to leave right now,” you explained to him, as you took the phone off the speaker. “My boyfriend needs me right now.” Something dark lingered in his eyes before it was gone in a heartbeat.
“No worries, I can close the café L/N.” he gave a small smile before walking back to his wooing harem of girls. You mouthed him thanks, letting slight appreciation gleam in your eyes as you put the phone back in your ear.
“Is that what you do in work,” he scoffed, “Seduce people. Is that why you go there, to sleep with them like a—”
“Shut up.” you icily said. “I’ll be there in a few.”
You hung the phone Kenma could continue his ill rant.
Your heart pounded. At the apprehension of being caught. You didn’t know why you felt this way. Didn’t know why this guilt lingered as you walked away from Kai. At the gaze, Kai kept on the hoard of girls as you walked out the door. It was a reminder to him, you supposed, that you were indeed a taken woman.
And a small part of you wished you didn’t have to lie like that.
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It was an odd feeling. The feeling in which you were feeling so much, it felt like you weren’t feeling at all. Your eyes were glazed as you stared aimlessly around the room. Two days stuck in a room filled with beeping monitors and unorganized wires were enough to make even the calmest of people go mad. Your eyes had become to the oddly tinted light that hung over your head from the ceiling, a light shade of yellow flashing of the clean white of the monitors. It wasn’t an interesting room, with simple walls with pink and yellow swirls trailing in a simple line. The plastic rose-tinted curtain flustered as people walked across the hallway, busy and working. You felt… You didn’t know what you felt. If you felt anything at all. The only feeling that confirmed your pathetic existence was the soft beating of your heart; the sound echoing loudly amidst the chaos outside.
A soft quiet ring made your heart jump, almost missing a beat. Your phone rang its usual tone, a signal that often had your hopes riding up. You stretch, reaching awkwardly to grab your phone, the buzzing becomes unbearably annoying in your pulsing head. Your fingers swiped, quickly tapping your password in as you settled back against the soft, white pillow. Several notifications caught your eye, a few from personal messages, several from some emails and a few from Twitch notifications. Dark bolded letters threw themselves at your face.
Kodzuken is now streaming.
You hesitated to click it, quickly deciding to check later, if only to save the heartache that would ignite. Instead, you scrolled through your contacts, a quiet battle echoing in your head.
It had been two days since you had been admitted and the doctor had not asked for you to say. A sure sign that today would indeed be the day you would be allowed to leave the hospital. Flutters of letters melted into a thin layer of black text as you furiously scrolled through your phone. Your fingers stopped, hovering over Kenma’s contact. Something like anguish boiled in your stomach as you decided against the selfish, useless act. Kenma wouldn’t pick up anyway. You knew that from the weeks upon weeks of naive calls and voicemails.
Your heart pounded, a familiar pain arising in your head at the thought of messaging Kenma. At the thought of even asking for help. It hurt. It hurt much more than you would like to admit. Your eyes fluttered shut, painfully gripping your phone.
Although that wasn’t much of a help. Closing your eyes, submitting yourself to the darkness that continued to swarm in your head, only made your heart hurt more. Darkness, although your old friend in your few moments of extreme darkness, was not a being you opened your arms to.
“Ms.L/N?”
Panicked, you opened your eyes, your back awkwardly straightening as small stars appeared in your sight.
“Your vitals are…okay.” Blue orbs attached to your skin, tracing the too-thin arm that clutched a phone. To the too-thin face gazing with an inert gaze.
“I suppose that’s good,” you muttered, eyes flickering from the intense gaze to the nurse that watched you with an odd emotion morphing on her face.
“Your blood sugar is just fine, but it’s on the lower side of average,” she glanced at the clipboard in her arms, tucking a strand of pale blonde hair behind her ear. “You’ll have to come back later to do another checkup to see if you need to be put on any medications.”
You nodded, slowly.
“And although you have passed the majority of your physical assessments, you should come in for some mental assessments as well.” Doctor Kioka bit her lip staring at you, eyes swarming with a dull emotion.
“Dr.Kioka?” the nurse suddenly spoke up, a flustered expression overlapped the odd emotion that had been placed on her face.
“Yes?”
“We haven’t…” she stuttered over her words as if none could come to mind. You stared at her mindlessly.
“We need to ask a few questions, for the records,” she motioned behind her. You peered at the seemingly abandoned hallway.
“Yes, of course.” Dr.Kioka cleared her throat, looking back at you. She nodded to the nurse. “5 minutes.”
The nurse merely gave a solemn nod, looking at the ground as she passed by, closing the curtains swiftly.
“Hello there,” there was a youthful glow in the nurse’s eye. The sort of glow of a healthy, happy woman. Her doe-like eyes were a deep, rich brown. The colour of a well-fertilized soil enriched with nutrients and love. Pure-black curtains of hair were wrapped into a small bun on the top of her head, small strands of flyaway hair framing her otherwise chubby face. Her plump lips were tinted a light pink, upturning at the corners as she gave you a small smile, sitting on a white chair to the right of you.
She was beautiful.
And happy.
A pure, stark contrast to your imperturbable features. You hated the feeling in your stomach. That rotting feeling of envy that burst like a volcano in your stomach.
“My name’s Tenshi.” her eyes flickered all over your face, seemingly waiting for a response.
You were forced to swallow the venomous, coated words that threatened to spill from your tongue.
“Hi.”
“I’m going to ask you a few questions, okay? You don’t have to answer, just do what makes you comfortable.”
It took everything in your power to grip the leash on your tongue. It felt wrong. This feeling of envy. Of hatred. She was merely doing her job.
You stared into her eyes.
She flinched at whatever she saw there. Maybe it was the leashed envy. Or maybe the growing dissatisfaction.
But she still kept the smile, albeit a little duller.
“Let me know if you want to stop,” she said calmly, raising a clipboard in her hand, resting it on her leg. She reached into her pocket, quickly grabbing a pen as she leaned back in the chair.
“How are you feeling?” her inquisitive eyes stared at you, pen in hand.
“Good.”
You felt like hell. Pure utter hell. It was a common misconception, you thought. Hell was not the fury of fire, the continuous echoing of screams. Hell was the continuous murmurs in your head. The screaming that happened in your body. It was a pure silence that still seemed to settle. A silence that only made you want to scream more.
She scribbled down your response, neither adding to your response nor asking for you to expand.
“Are you aware of why you’re here?”
Her eyes flickered from the paper to your face and quickly back to the paper, noting down whatever she had seen on your face.
“Yes.”
Of course, you knew why you were here. You were still deciding if it was a blessing or a curse.
“Why are you here?”
Because you were a fool in love, blind by the false facade of hearts of intimacy.
“I got hurt.”
Your face burned. In shame. In embarrassment.
She threw you a sympathetic smile.
“We’re almost done with just a few more questions.”
You nodded.
“Sometimes people feel that life is not worth living. Can you tell me how you feel about your own life?”
You flinched. It was the first time anyone at the hospital had even brushed the subject. All your other nurses had merely thrown you pitiful glances. The doctor that oversaw you had been sly enough to avoid talking about the real reason you were here.
You shrugged.
“I dunno.”
The nurse nodded, scribbling onto her paper once more.
“Do you find yourself wishing for a permanent escape from life?”
You only gripped at the edges of the bed. Your chest heaved as you forced yourself to breathe.
Breathe.
In and out.
In.
Out.
But it was so hard.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
You had stalled reliving that night. It was something that you couldn’t do. Not if you wanted to keep that one small piece in your broken heart alive. To make sure you did not throw away the second chance of life you had gotten but not asked for.
You had tried to throw that memory in the ever-growing pile of hurt and sorrow you had in the back of your head.
You were a coward. A woeful, wretched one at that.
“Ms.Y/N?”
“No response.”
Your heart contracted, your muscles tightening around your chest as you took in a shaky breath. Your breathing was erratic as you held back the tears that threatened to flood.
“That’s okay,” she softly said, leaning towards you, resting a gloved hand on your arm. You jerked your hand back at the sympathetic touch.
“I don’t need your pity.” you snarled, ignoring the churning guilt that settled in your stomach as her doe eyes widened. Her smile flickered.
“Okay,” she averted her eyes, deigning to stare at the paper.
“I have one more question if that’s okay with you,” she watched as you hesitantly nodded.
“Do you think or feel this way presently?”
“This way?”
“Whatever you felt or thought that led to this.” she motioned to the hospital room. To the bruises scattered over your skin.
“No.”
Lie.
And she must have seen it too. The emotion that had begun to swarm in your eyes. The blatant lie that you internally hoped she wouldn’t question.
You let out a sigh as she nodded, scribbling furiously before giving you a quick smile. She stood up, tapping the clipboard with a pen.
“Thank you for your time, Ms.Y/N.” she bowed slightly before leaving the room.
You watched as she paused, quickly turning around.
“Dr.Kioka will be with you in a few moments.”
You didn’t even nod, instead of going back to your phone, eyes intently watching the black screen as you waited for her to leave the room.
You waited to hear the soft noise of the curtains crinkling and the rhythmic sound of footsteps before you looked up from your phone.
The boiling pot of envy and hatred never ceased to bubble and brew in your stomach.
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Dr.Kioka had popped in for a few minutes only to tell you the good news that you were now allowed to leave.
You merely nodded, eyes glancing to your phone, still without any notifications. You had requested that you stayed until night if only to give you more time to figure out what you would do.
You could call a taxi, despite the medium risk that would provide. Though it did seem more reliable than the one person you should have called. The one person that you should have relied on. Although maybe that was a reach, seeing that the commitments had ceased the day he had asked for a breakup.
That day was another memory shoved into the depths of your dark head.
You mindlessly scrolled through your contacts, most were people you haven’t talked to in ages. Or people, former friends, you had fallen out with. It would be a blow to the last shreds of dignity that you still desperately grasped onto.
Doubt was heavy on your shoulders as your fingers on a name that had caught your eyes several times.
You shouldn’t have been second-guessing yourself. Your heart shouldn’t have collapsed as you opened the forgotten DMS. Your fingers shouldn’t have been trembling as you typed in a few words. But it did. It all happened.
You gulped, eyes boring holes into the flashing luminescent screen. At the words itching to be sent.
I’m out of the hospital.
You took in a deep breath before hitting send. You immediately shut down your phone chucking across the bed. You watched sadly as it rested against your ankles.
You rested your body on your elbows, ignoring the digging pain in your back as you rested uncomfortably against the metal bed frame.
Your heart was thumping erratically as you waited for a ring from your phone. Even now…after all those unanswered texts and calls and voicemails, a small part of you hoped that he would reach out, to grab your flailing desperate hand.
A sudden buzz against your ankle made you jerk, your arms lunging for your phone.
You closed your eyes, muttering a small prayer before peering down at the screen. Your heart almost burst at the name that lingered in your notification scream.
Kenma.
You gulped. Fingers shaking as you opened his message. You didn’t have any expectations, but it was hard to not want a kind, warm message. But the voice in your screamed the opposite.
“Of course,” you chuckled humorlessly.
Of course.
What else should you have expected? You laughed at how the darkness in your soul knew Kenma better than you could have ever known him.
He might as well have slapped you in the face. A physical slap would have a wound you could treat. But there was no ointment to cure your cracking heart. Not as you looked at the indifferent word that popped up on your screen.
Okay.
Okay what, you thought spitefully as you swiped out of the message, leaving him on reading.
Not that he would realize. Or care.
Another buzz made you stop. Your face morphing into one of confusion. A number popped on your screen, the message making the hair down your spine prick up.
Y/N, come out.
It creeped you out. Of course, it did. And maybe it was the broken heart in you that earned for conversation or that brash part of you that didn’t care about what could happen. But you opened the message, spamming the question mark button.
It took a mere second for the unknown to reply.
I’m here to pick you up?
It sounded as if the person was just as confused as you.
Wrong number. You typed back.
This is Y/N L/N, right? It’s Akashi Keji.
“Oh,” your mouth popped open. Both at the immediate response. And the fact that the unknown number was Akaashi Keji.
TheAkaashi Keji.
A shameful blush coated your cheeks as you quickly typed back.
Sorry, Akaashi. I don’t think I added your contact name.
You groaned, dropping your phone to rub your bloodshot eyes.
I’m right out of the hospital Y/N if you would like to come.
You could almost feel the smug smirk that was surly spreading on his face.
Okay.
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There were many things you had lost in your last years of high school. One of those many things had been your friend from out of Nekoma. And yet, in the few years, you hadn’t had a conversation with most of them, you still managed to check-in, in your way. You were following the MBSY Twitter page, where Bokuto spontaneously posted. Akaashi’s natural tendency to shy away from the spotlight made it a bit more difficult, but you had managed to catch a glimpse of him now and then. Usually in other girls’ pictures, with a calm smile plastered on his face.
But seeing him right now. Face to face underneath the pale light of nightlights. It was a straight kick to the guts. His black hair had grown, curling behind his ears. His gemstone eyes glimmered underneath the faint light. But it was the smile that had caught you off guard. His lips had curved into a blissfully happy one, bringing around him that youthful glow you had seen around that one nurse.
You clutched your stomach at the nauseating feelings curling in your stomach, against your will.
“L/N, long time no talk.” he offered a hand as he opened a car door. You nodded to him, ignoring the outstretched hand as you carefully sat in the car. He didn’t say anything as he closed the passenger side door, before quickly going to the other side. His hand hovered over your own, before immediately landing on the black tinted hand gear.
“So,” he peeked a quick look at you, before pressing gently on the accelerator.
“So,” you repeated, leaning against the window, the cool touch of glass cooling down the fiery emotions in your stomach. He didn’t respond, merely humming gently.
The quiet that rested in the car was different from the one in the hospital. Here, in this car, you could force your raising thoughts to rest. Here, you could breathe. Although you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.
“Do you have your address?” he asked, eyes not leaving the empty roads, glistening with the late-night dew.
“It’s that one apartment complex next to the river valley,” you answered, eyes flickering around the car.
“Nice car.” It came out drier than you expected.
“Thanks.” He paused before asking, “How are you?”
You were quiet. It was a question you knew that was coming. A question you knew that you couldn’t answer and wouldn’t answer.
“It’s…” you paused.
It’s bad.
Life sucks.
I want to–
“It’s good.” you quickly said. Akaashi gave a soft hum.
“How’s Kenma?”
“Good.”
“Is good your favourite word,” he teased, a smile slowly arising on his lips.
You couldn’t even force yourself to smile as he did.
“Yea.”
“You live pretty close to the hospital.”
It wasn’t a question so you didn’t respond.
“10 minutes, nice,” he said to no one in particular.
“Why…” you wanted to say something. To ask him why he showed up. Why did he even bother to act as he cared at all? Why…just why.
“Yes?” his eyebrows curved, framing the sharp angles of his face.
“Nothing,” you hastily muttered, a mixture of dread and relief pooling in your stomach as you caught sight of the familiar buildings and signs.
“This it?” he asked, motioning to the apartment buildings huddled together.
You nodded, fingers trembling as you undid your seatbelt.
“Y/N,” Akaashi called as you tumbled out of the silver car. You looked back, playing with the edges of the case on your phone.
“Put my name with my number this time,” he chuckled as you embarrassingly shut the door muttering small assurances. You watched as the silver car drove away, red lights contrasting the dim yellow lights of the nearby buildings.
You looked at the apartments, at the white one you should have called home. Staring into the distance, eyes glazing as you looked at the river valley wondering when you could ever call anything or anyone home.
wc:0.7kword vomit again I’m sorry ♀️ also watch out for interchanging verb tenses lol /gen
warnings:18+ MINORS DNI, ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED 18+/POST-TIMESKIP, dubcon/cnc, threesome, oral (f! & m!receiving), impact play (spanking), consensual somnophilia, daddy kink, nipple play, deepthroating, dacryphilia (if you squint). If there’s something missing lmk ♀️
a/n:this is my very first (and last—won’t do it again sorry /lh /gen) Kinktober entry; an early entry for @kireirengokuand@cherrykamado’sKinktober 2021 joint collab (Day 23: Threesome). I’ve had a different idea to submit for this collab than this, feat. a mean!dom!Kenma but siiiiiiiigh ♀️. Thank you wifey @atsumintheformaking you skdndskkckdjf beta-reading it and @bvnnichuu for giving me spicy Kuroken thirsts Dedicated to @kuriskhaos to which the idea of having a seggsy threesome with Kuroo and Kenma is born—thank you ♀️♥️ also if T*mblr decides again not to show this again in the tags istg I’ll transfer it to my AO3 ♀️ /gen
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Warning: Cockwarming, use of the names “kitty” “good girl”, implied punishment
Word Count: 916
Summary: Kenma doesn’t like to do much work and he doesn’t like to be disturbed when he is doing something, like playing videos games or work for his company or school. So of course when you bring up an idea that will let him do his work and not have to do too much, well he agrees to it. It’s a win-win situation. Well, you’ll see how it’s more of a win for him and can become a lose for you if you can’t handle it that is.
A/n: I’m sorry this one is kinda short but this is another one that will have a part two in a sense. There wasn’t too much in this one but it’s all a part of getting better. But enjoy and thank you for all the love I’ve gotten so far on my other posts <3
Second Person Pov
“So you just… sit on it?” You nodded your head even though he wasn’t watching you since he was typing away at an essay he had due in four days. “And you don’t move?” You nodded again with a small smile growing on your face. “And I don’t have to move either?” This time he looked and you and you had the biggest smile on your face as you nodded.
“Yes, Kozume, that’s what cockwarming is.” You see Kenma works quite a lot and he doesn’t like being disturbed because he says it ‘messes up his workflow’. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t give you attention but sometimes when you want it most he can be really busy and it’s hard to break him away from his work especially since he isn’t as affectionate as you are. You thought of a way that could benefit you both and that’s what came to mind. So here you were explaining and trying to get your workaholic boyfriend to agree for the last 15 minutes.
He stopped his typing as he thought for a bit before he nodded his head slowly. “How long has that idea been sittin’ in that pretty head of yours.” He went back to typing after he glanced at you slightly, his way of showing you that he’s interested and still listening.
You scratched the back of your neck as you giggled shyly. “I’ve actually had the idea for a while now but I had to find a way to bring it to you correctly.” You reached out and played with his hair absentmindedly as you continued trying to convince him. “It’s pretty convenient though, right? You still get to work and I get to be close to you and get attention and affection.”
It was quiet except for the sound of typing filling the space of the office/game room. You stood there with hopeful eyes as your boyfriend kept working. Kenma stopped abruptly causing you to back up pretty far out of fear that you were disturbing him. He sighed softly as turned his whole chair to look at you. “You really want this, huh?” He didn’t even wait for you to answer before he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down to the point where his half-hard cock can spring free from its constraints. “Come here, underwear off.”
You gladly followed his orders with a cheery look on your face as you walked over to him, hands folded in front of you. You stopped in front of him and played with your fingers. “Thank you for actually trying this with me. I really appreciate it Kozu.”
He nodded gently as he put his hands on your hips gently, pulling you closer to him. “Unfold your hands, I wanna see you.” You did as told causing him to groan and smile up at you lazily. “You look so beautiful every time. Now come sit on my cock so I can get back to work.”
You straddled his waist as he lines himself up with your pussy. You sit down slowly causing the both of you to let out sounds of pleasure. “Damn you must be really excited to be this wet.” As soon as you were fully seated on his cock, you tried moving but Kenma was quick to halt your motions with his hands on your hips and a shake of his head. “That’s not what we’re doing right now. Now be a good girl and keep still for me.” And with that said he got back to work while you rested your head on his shoulder.
You did as told for about 30 minutes but the want to move was getting really strong. You didn’t think he’d mind if you moved just a little bit so you started rocking your hips slowly. He actually didn’t do anything at first so you took that as your cue to do more because maybe he wanted to move just like you did. So you started moving your waist in a circle, moaning as his cock was stiff inside of you and hitting the right spots from your movements.
You kept doing little movements causing the slick from your pussy to dribble down his cock faster and make noise from the small experimental bounces you did. You had been a wet mess while he was sitting hard inside of you. You clenched your pussy a few times hoping it would coax him to move as well and it did quite the opposite because all of a sudden he stopped typing. “Y/n, what did I tell you to do?”
You stopped and pulled back to give him your sad look as you looked at his disappointed face. “To keep still.”
“And what are you not doing?” He raised an eyebrow which caused you to look down sadly.
“I’m moving but I kept still for a good bit and well I really want you to fuck me now… please.” You looked up at him desperately as you had wanting in your voice. He was patient with you since knew you were trying really hard but you still didn’t listen.
“You still didn’t listen kitty so now you have to get punished. Go to the room and sit on the bed how you’re supposed to. I’ll be there in a little bit.” All you could do was nod sadly as you reluctantly got up ad dragged yourself to the room, ready for what was in store for your disobedience.
