#ch.kenma

[iwaasfairy]

Okok so I saw ur fox girl gangbang and was wondering what team would gangbang a bunny girl? XoX

i was trying to decide this for a while and i kept thinking (｡+･`ω･´) snakes hunt bunnies so that’d be such a cute pairing!! but then also i feel like nekoma as a team definitely has the vibe of loving a bunny girl so :heheh:

tw gangbang, free use, a lot of cum, praise & degradation

“Can you please get on with it already,” Kuroo sighs, glancing from your bulged cheeks to the person currently between your legs, spreading your thighs a bit further apart and rubbing two fingers over your clit. Your little whimpers are muffled as you keep your lips tightly shut, breathing heavily and eyes fluttering closed. “You’re doing so well, bunny,” the noiret breathes, on the bed next to you and placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbones, slowly licking down to lay marks on your tits. Though you pay no mind to anyone who’s not currently touching you, you can hear them in the room. Slick sounds of their cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and heavy breaths as they bring themselves to cum again and again.

Someone else dips the bed with a strained, little noise, before he’s pushing the flushed head of his cock right up to your lips. “Ah- gonna cum, bunny,” Lev grunts, jerking his dick with a pace that’s rapidly becoming sloppy. You moan though as you reach for him, pressing your lips to it and doing your best not to spill any cum as he pushes the glistening head into your mouth. You do your best to suck on it, even with your mouth full and white spilling out the sides of your mouth as he pushes in more.

His hand doesn’t stop, and with a hard thrust and a desperate grip of your hair he spills his hot cum into your mouth, not minding that more drips out around his cock. “F-fuck, so pretty taking our cum.” Fingers curl inside your pussy, making you moan, body twitching. When he pulls back you whine when more spills out, making the bottom half of your face entirely messy, something that makes the guys laugh. Kenma to your other side, who’s been toying with your other breast while stroking his own cock, quickly leans over to swipe some of it away with his fingers, before rubbing it over your slicking folds and swirling his precise fingers around your clit.

Everything’s too much, your hips bucking and your legs twitching on the bed. But you know that even with so much stimulation, you’re far from done. Nekoma doesn’t do anything halfway. After a second, Kuroo clicks his tongue. “Suguru, stop messing around,” he hisses, bright eyes narrowing at the man still standing between your legs with a tiny grin. “The poor thing’s been waiting to cum since the start. She’s been good.”

“Oh, come on Kuroo,” Daishou snickers as he pulls his fingers out of your wet pussy, using them to lube up his own cock as he lines himself up. You whimper when he pushes in so suddenly, stretching you out wide again. “Reunions are supposed to be fun, you know? Though you probably wouldn’t know that— hm-shit,” he grunts, “still tight.” Kenma continues rubbing your clit for you as he rubs his cock into your hip, moaning.

“Just make her cum. Bet you can’t,” Kuroo says.

“You bet wrong,” Daishou bites back, grabbing your thigh higher.

“Can the both of you shut up?” Yaku suddenly snaps though, glaring at both of them. “Or else I’ll be fucking her all myself.” He only gives you a second of reprieve before he angles your head back, stretching out your throat with the angle as he squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “That’s a good girl. Now, don’t choke.” There’s a challenge in his tone though. He wants to, it’d be so easy. “Gonna give our bunny what she wants.” Then he lines himself up with your mouth again and you try so hard to keep your mouth locked around his cock as he pushes into it. Thick and heavy in your mouth, he doesn’t stop until he’s in the back of your mouth and pushing in more. “That’s it, bunny slut.”

And then Daishou pushes himself in again all the way to bottom out with a sharp snap of his hips, right when Yaku bucks into your mouth. You can’t help it, you gag. Pulling away from him with coughs as all the cum gushes out of your mouth and down the side of your face, your chin and neck. But you just whine louder, because that was definitely on purpose. They made you lose. “You failed, bunny,” Kenma smiles softly as he watches your mess, shaking his head. “That’s just too bad, isn’t it.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.gangbang #tw.cumplay #💫ch.kuroo #💫ch.yaku #💫ch.kenma #💫ch.daishou #💒bunny.pet

[iwaasfairy]

anon said: OHHHH EVENT IT 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 may i request uncle kenma with “red roses”, please??

Red roses

tw incest, noncon, threats

Your mother always brings red flowers, says they brighten up the room a little. You guess they do, you think while staring at the separating petals, in uncle Kenma’s dark house anything with a bit of colour does. He puts them on the windowsill, right in between the black curtains, across from the littered mess of dark clothing on the floor. It’s a breath of fresh air, one much needed in Kenma’s apartment most days.

That’s why you’re asked to go over a lot too. Your mom worries about her younger brother pretty often, living all alone in the big city being in the public eye. He’s not the type to ask for help when he doesn’t absolutely need to, and that’s probably why your mom makes you visit on the weekends.

It’s quite ironic that such a quiet, collected person is the one bringing others that much entertainment. But his skill paired with dry wit and his ability to see things through no matter how frustrating is what makes him a dangerous opponent. A success. You think it’s what makes him such a threat as well. And like this, crouched over you and panting into your skin and whispering confessions of his love for you, it’s easy to remember the things he threatened if you didn’t play along.

So you let him push his tongue into your mouth and slide your panties aside, let him mouth at your throat with sloppy, wet kisses that make you ache for the possibility to shed your skin. He grunts under his breath when lapping at your pulse, calling you some variation of pretty as those practiced fingers slide in and toy at your clit all at once, making your belly tingle and your lids flutter. You look at those flowers and remember that there’s more than this, more than taking your uncle’s fingers in his bed for one, groceries defrosting by the door.

He had made it pretty easy though, placing the money you’re owed into his shirt with a tiny smile, telling you to come get it. Next it was in his pants, forcing you to stuff your hand into his leggings to feel around for the money. That’s when he leaned in close, almost up to your face, but you still trusted him. He’s family, of course pretty, young, smart uncle Kenma wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you. Wrong.

You can’t think when he’s hauling your thigh up and getting in between your legs, moaning softly at the taste of his fingers sliding onto his tongue. “Tastes good,” he mumbles when you catch his eye just briefly, before he pushes down his sweats to reveal his eager, drooling cock. Not wasting any time by touching it himself, no, he wants your dripping cunny to be the only thing making him feel so good.

“You have to get it nice and big,” brushing his cockhead over your wet lips, “touch it.” Seated and embarrassed, with the phone shoved into your face too closely and the light blindingly distracting. ‘Uncle Kenma, this feels weird,’ you’d begged, and he’d only rubbed his cock all over your face and lips even more.

“Unless you want everyone to know how you take my cock on the weekends like a whore, I’d shut up. I can ruin you.” Those words paired with a calm, lithe voice only made them sting more. 

So you stare at those roses, and pretend you’re being loved instead.

a fairhi valentine’s events

#tw.noncon #tw.incest #tw.threats #have a fairhi valentine’s day!! #💫ch.kenma

[iwaasfairy]

please fairy, will you ever write more kenma-nii? 🥺 I'm dying, spare crumbs pls 😔🤲🏻 I love love love your work! I'm not demanding okay I'd never want to make you uncomfortable

you’re so sweetttttt plKZJHgdfuzi my freaking heart is so full 💞💞 thank you baby, i hope you like this <33 i was in a soft nekoma mood today so this was perfect!

tw implied incest, noncon

You think Kenma nii wants to marry you. The first time you hear the sentiment, it’s Kuroo laughing it through the phone when you pick it up, because Kenma couldn’t stay at Kuroo’s house without at least calling to tell you goodnight. And that’s all he says, not any more enthusiastic than you’ve come to expect from him, but it is a memory that refuses to leave. “Just wanted to make sure you were going to bed soon,” his soft voice comes through the device, and you smile. But before you can answer, Tetsuro snatches the phone and giggles into it, and there’s some sound of a scuffle before Kenma groans.

“You two act like an old married couple, y’know? An actual married couple,” the noirette says, before clearly ducking for something that thuds against the wall, and then his focus is on you. “I’ll give your brother back safe and sound before monday, yeah? Even though he keeps whining to see you. It’s pretty gross, little one, I don’t know how you deal with him.” The second thing Kenma throws does hit his friend, because the taller one lets out a little ‘ouch’. “Okay, okay, fine, I’m going! Don’t sleep too late, kitten.”

“I won’t. Goodnight, Kuroo-san. Goodnight, niichan!”

The second time it comes up is at the dinner table, though you don’t think anyone else catches on. You’re seated across from niichan, smiling every time you catch his eyes. It’s impossible not to, he just looks so utterly unamused right now. Picking at his vegetables as your mom and dad go on about something that’s in one ear and out the other. Kenma pauses when you walk your feet up his shin, golden eyes flicking to your face for a delayed moment, then looking back down. His ears flush pink as the silence continues, so you instead focus on your mom.

“Good we got it back, hm, mom?” you motion your head to her ring finger, and she laughs.

“Yes, I’m very glad you helped me out. I almost lost my wedding ring in the drain this morning, but your daughter got it out.” She’s back to talking to your dad then, gratefully squeezing your hand. You play with his legs again, hoping for some kind of praise from your big brother maybe. You know he doesn’t really care much, but it’d still be nice to have him tell you you did a good job. But he doesn’t, only glances at the thing once before shrugging.

“It’s just a ring. You can buy another.”

You open your mouth to protest, but again, your mom squeezes your hand, this time as a soothing gesture. “It’s not just a ring, Kenma. It’s a lifelong promise. Your own little ‘Happily ever after’.” You nod, stuffing some more greens in your mouth and raise your nose a little, ignoring the way he catches your foot between his shins this time.

“It’s important to some people, niichan! I’d want to have a pretty ring to remind me that I’m married to someone who loves me the most!” You’re too focused on scooping up your food into your mouth to see the look Kenma gives you, irises moving from your little pout to your hand, then back up at your face. And that it isn’t a coincidence when Kenma gifts you a beautiful ring with three little diamonds in it, brushing it off as a late birthday present. But to him it’s as much a lifelong promise as it will be, at least for now. If you want a token of his devotion, all you have to do is ask.

The third time it’s about as subtle as a purple elephant in a commercial district, but you still didn’t see it coming. Maybe because it’s late and you’re tipsy and holding Kenma niichan’s hand so tight as he leads you out of the taxi and into the lobby of his overpriced apartment. One arm around your shoulders as you nose into his shirt and hum softly, the other crossing over to grab your hand and interlace it with his own. He supports you until you’re in the elevator, then brushes his fingers along your cheek. You look up at him. “Are we almost there, niichan? I feel so tired.”

“Yeah, just a little farther.” He leads you there so easily, not clicking on the lights as you stumble in and kick off your heels with a sigh. You’re lucky you get to crash at Kenma nii’s place after nights out in Tokyo. You walk over the threshold and slaunter to the bathroom, already stripping yourself of your dress. When he flicks on the light of the bathroom, it blinds you for a moment. Your eyes adjust quickly, but it doesn’t help to settle that dizzy feeling in your skull. And he helps you out by brushing your hair away from your neck, nimble fingers unlocking your necklace for you.

You grab for some make-up wipes, glancing up at yourself in the mirror, then at Kenma. His tiny smile dropping when you catch him, before he sets his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, not caring that you’re only in underwear, apparently. You don’t have the ability to be embarrassed about your state right now, let alone think it over. But then he grabs your hand and holds it out in front of you, before sighing. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you drink so much, but you know I’m always going to have a soft spot for you.”

“Well,” his lips pressing up to the exposed skin of your neck, dragging down little by little. You freeze in his arms. “You’re allowed to have fun at your own engagement party anyways, right? It makes this much easier.” He runs his thumb over your knuckles and the ring, before nodding, breath on your neck making your hairs stand on end. “I love you,” he whispers with another kiss, before turning you around and locking you in place with his thighs, hand dropping between your legs and toying at the soft fabric.

“What are you doing?” you settle on asking, tight feeling in your chest clearly audible. He pushes his body against yours more, then kisses your lips. A little peck at first, then leading you into a deeper kiss. Hands roaming over your burning skin, mind screaming at you. But you’re so drunk you don’t know what it’s asking for, and Kenma isn’t helping by rutting himself against your thigh.

“Happily ever after. Here, let's lay on the bed. I'll show you.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.incest #💫ch.kenma

[iwaasfairy]

😤 You asked for it, Kenma-nii letting Kuroo use his leetle sis for his birthday because it just saves money ya know? No need to spend money to buy gifts when you have a virgin sister lying aroung. To add more spice, Kenma also forced asked you to call Kuroo, Tetsu-nii. 🥲

niisans letting their little sister get used by their friends is just one of my favourite concepts ever,, makes my brain buzz <33 thank you for this love

tw dubcon, coercion, pseudo + implied incest, voyeurism, virginity loss

It’s so unfair. His breaths and grunts are loud when his mouth hovers so close to your ear, which means you can hear every whisper of your name and the way his voice wavers when you respond, however unwillingly. ‘But if you don’t you’ll ruin his birthday, how bad of a person are you?’ That’s what Kenma nii said earlier, hauling you down the hall and into his room, where the noiret sat with crossed arms.

‘Just let him have this one thing, okay? It’s not like he’ll tell anyone or anything. You’ll barely notice anything is happening.’ Kenma nii’s words— his promise, they don’t seem totally true. Not when Kuroo’s large hand is hidden under your skirt and slotted between your thighs, two fingers bending to slip inside you.

Because you do notice it’s happening, and the heavy feeling of Kuroo over you is making your chest tighten. He kisses you too hard again, prying open your lips with his tongue and leading your mouth into a sloppy kiss that feels even more rushed than earlier. A thought confirmed when he pulls away to slide his fingers into you again and curls them to push against the soft of your wet walls, groaning. “Fuck, wanna be inside you already. But this tight, little cunny won’t be able to take it, huh?” The sure way he says it only makes you tighten around him, stress rising the longer he continues. What if you really can’t, you wouldn’t know would you? All you know is that Kuroo’s cologne is overwhelming and he’s rubbing his crotch against the inside of your leg, while you’re spread on niichan’s bed.

“You can go for it if you want, Kuroo,” your brother mumbles, looking up from his video game for a second to pull one of his legs up against his chest, “this is your present, not hers.” His sharp gaze drops to your face when you whimper, the tingling stretch of your pussy around his fingers enough to have you clinging to his wide shoulders. “And,” he mumbles, putting the device aside, “I’m getting a bit curious to see you ruin her too.” Just like that you’re reminded you never get a say when Kenma nii is involved, and how unfair it is to be his bargaining chip from time to time. Kuroo pulls his fingers out of you with a little nod and then presses them up to your lips, even though you whine.

But you can’t help but give in since it’s his birthday, and it’s really the least you can do. Your slick tastes so strange on his fingers, that you haphazardly clean off before Kuroo’s scooting you further up the length of the bed. He flips your skirt up to stare at your glistening center before you close them up, looking over his shoulder at niichan again. “Kenma nii, do I have to?” You can’t help but pout, nervous with all the attention on you. It was bad enough when Kuroo was sucking your pebbled nipples with overly graphic moans, leaving saliva all over your chest. “It feels really weird.”

Kuroo’s hands gently stroke over your thighs, pulling them back open, letting the cold air touch your wet pussy. “What are you talking about? Of course you have to.” Niichan’s soft voice is pointed, as he stands from his desk chair to drop his boxers down his legs. His cock is hard too, drooling precum as he stares you down, eyes flicking to your marked chest every few seconds. “This is our birthday present to Kuroo, don’t you know?” Well you do, but— “You’re not allowed to back out now.” He sits back down onto the chair, grabbing himself and stroking it softly. Kuroo, who’d been busy pinching your nipples and playing with your wet pussy, now looks up at you.

“It’s okay, I’ll be careful. Promise.” He takes your hand to push it up to his hard bulge, and then urges you to pull the last of his clothes down too. His cock is big and flushed pink, curved up to his stomach when you pull away the boxers for him, frown growing on your face. This is so embarrassing, why do you have to do it? You take another moment to glare at Kenma nii, but he’s too busy rubbing his thumb over his drooling slit to notice you. You freeze up when Kuroo places one arm next to your head and the other pulling up your thigh for more access, already pushing his fat cock to your slick cunt. He presses his lips to yours again, then pushes into you painstakingly slow. “I’ll make sure you remember how good your first time feels.”

He pushes in a few inches all in one thrust, spreading you open inside too quickly. It hurts, the stretch hurts and you grab onto his shoulder to stop him with a loud squeak of his name. He stills for a second, squeezing your thigh between his strong fingers. “Shhh, don’t clench so hard, ah-fuck, you’re tight.” His face is focused, ears flushed when you look at him, but he’s moving inside further even though it feels like he’s too big for you, even though the tears spring into your eyes and you whimper for him to ‘stop, stop, it hurts.’ Some of his dark hair sticks to his forehead, eyebrows wrinkling. “It wouldn’t hurt if you relaxed that little virgin cunny. It’s just me,” he ensures, glancing between your bodies to groan at the way your tiny slit is stretched around his fat cock.

“You’re freaking yourself out for no reason,” Kenma suddenly says, and you force yourself to tilt your head to him even when you just want to hide it in Kuroo’s chest and stay still. The head of his cock disappears into his fingers each time he pulls back, fucking his own hand lazily. But every bit of his focus is trained on you both, he even rolled the chair forward to get a better view. “You don’t need to be so nervous around someone you know. Just imagine it’s—” he holds his words for a moment to sigh when he tightens his fist, trailing his eyes down your body, “imagine it’s niichan.” Kuroo pushes in a little further again, and your mouth drops open with a cry, before it’s silenced by his lips. “Ask Kuroo to fuck you like you would ask niichan,” Kenma orders.

You hate how unfair he is, but when Kuroo pulls back and gives you a little smile, you just play along. That’s always been the best way to get niichan off your back. So you look between the man on top of you and your brother once, before swallowing. “Please… do it, Tetsurou… nii,” you whisper.

And to your dismay, the raven-haired man gets a little grin on his face, hoisting both your thighs up and pulling out of your insanely tight pussy. “I think you’ll have to speak up, baby.” You whine when he starts pushing in again, taking two deep breaths to try and relax your muscles. “Come on now, I can’t hear you〜”

With that he shoves his thick cock in again, and you cry while clinging to his shoulders. “Aah- Please fuck me, niichan,” you whimper, sucking your lip into your mouth. But it’s enough to have Kuroo gleaming with pride, as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“Gladly.” With that he thrusts into you until he bottoms out, silencing your noises by pressing his hand over your mouth. The pace he sets is way too much for your tiny body, but he’s too big to stop if you tried— and he clearly doesn’t have any intention to while pulling your hips to meet his thrusts, huffing. “Niisan will take good care of you.” And though he doesn’t say it in as many words, you know that Kenma nii is thinking the exact same thing while he fucks his hand to the idea of you. You’re his own little sister. And it’s not really a big brothers job to play fair.

#honey mail #💫ch.kuroo #💫ch.kenma #tw.incest #tw.coercion #tw.voyeurism #Kuroo makes leetle imouto call him niisan in public too <33 just to make u embarrassed #🥧kenma.chan #🥧kuroo.chan

[iwaasfairy]

fairy fairy hear me out,, i just saw your kuroo thirst and my brain went to whether or not he would invite his friends over to fuck your unmoving drooling cunny. he's tried to explain that it just feels different, more satisfying to have you wrapped around him completely unknowing but his friends don't buy it. why wouldn't he want to listen to you crying out for him, doesn't he want to know if he's making you feel good? they even think he's sick for it,, until they take a turn

I’m hearing and seeing Raph, iM IN It

tw somno, gangbang, necro (? not really but alluding)

Bokuto, Akaashi, Kenma, even Hinata... they all know this is weird, or even wrong probably, but as long as it’s consensual it’s not really their place to speak on it, right? But Kuroo boasts about it so much, how good you feel, how sweetly you take him and how good you’ve gotten at pretending for him. It’s so fucked up, but isn’t only natural to be a little curious.

So when they all come over one night, they drink and have fun, and enjoy your company,, until Kuroo tells you to go to the bedroom and be a good ‘dead doll’ for him and his friends. Kuroo seems to glow when leading them behind you through the hall, like he’s more proud of this part of you than anything else. When they get there you’re on the bed, already stripped down to your lingerie.

Your tits covered in sheer lace, no rise and fall at all. Your legs are folded prettily to the side and your face is completely unmoving. Totally, so much it’s eerie. But Kuroo kneels next to you on the bed, brushing his hand up and down your tummy and in between your legs. “You can touch her, she’ll get wet real fast.” And they do, though more carefully than your boyfriend.

It really looks like you’re sleeping or worse, even your skin feels a little colder than normal. But then Kuroo tells Bokuto to kiss you, and for Kenma and Hinata to take off your minimal clothing and it’s not long before your legs are spread and Akaashi is driving his fat cock into your slicking cunt while everyone waits for their turn. “Fuck, she feels so good. It’s so fucking tight.”

Bokuto is using your mouth and you don’t even move, barely reacting when his cock hits the back of your throat and his thighs push onto your face. It’s hard to believe you’re even breathing anymore, Hinata is palming at your tits over and over again and sucking your nipples into his wet mouth. And Kuroo keeps stroking your hair so sweetly while he fucks his hand and waits for his turn to pump your unmoving, little cunt full of his cum, glad to have such a good baby girl.

#🍯honey.pot #tw.somno #tw.gangbang #tw.necro #?? once again not really but maybe a little #💫ch.kuroo #💫ch.akaashi #💫ch.kenma #💫ch.bokuto #💫ch.hinata

[iwaasfairy]

mean dom kenma supremacy!!<3 whenever you get a little too whiny and needy for his personal liking, he makes you sit on the bed and watch him fuck his fist, knowing you hate it when he jerks off because after all you‘re all ready and wet for him to use so why would he ever go for his hand instead??:(

he then makes you spread your legs and cums all over your messy little cunt and forbids you to touch yourself because that‘s all needy little girls like you get and you should be grateful he’s giving you his precious cum </3

this is so jjskskakoq mean mean boyfie kenma wasting his cum just to taunt you (*∩ω∩) another thought I just had while doing my make-up, holiday appropriate

you spending almost two hours doing your makeup for the Halloween party while Kenma watches in mild curiosity. you’re fresh out of the shower and your pretty body is almost entirely on display as you work, giving him free range of playing with your tits and trailing his fingers between your legs, but you keep shoo-ing him away to focus. so after a while he gets fed up that you still have to put on your entire outfit too >_> and he makes you suck his dick while you’re choking and tearing up, begging him to ease up on you a little. he doesn’t, and it ruins your entire makeup for the night </3 but he still forces you to go out bc you look much better all fucked out like this anyway

#honey mail #my little flower zade 🌸 #💫ch.kenma #just dom kenma on the mind #I WANT HIM I WANT HIM #but if I did my makeup for him to ruin it i might just bite down on his dick fr #>:( anyway I love him

[iwaasfairy]

for @settersloveletters​ kiri (& kae of course) thank you so much for the super cute icon :(( i still love it so much! i’ll probably make this into a full fic tomorrow afternoon because i’m a kenma simp at heart but! here’s a taste as a mini thank you

.wordc. +1k

The soft shaking of the train is distracting, lulling your body into a sense of safety. Even with your knees pressed to someone’s shins, briefcase only inches from your face, it’s this tremble that makes you relax in your seat. That, and the long fingers tangled between your own. Your head is resting on Kenma’s shoulder, cheek smushed up against him as he plays a game.

You lazily follow the character movements out of the corner of your eye, but right now you’re more than content to watch the bustle of life as it packs into the heated vehicle. People huff and stick to each other in the summer weather, pristine suits and thick-rimmed glasses in contrast with the flush that blooms under their eyes.

A woman squeezes her way between the man-made hurdle to get to a place where she can stand without toppling over, only in your view by the cute, heeled shoes she wears. You’ve been on this train for about twenty minutes now, any life or excitement you had slowly draining out of you by the breath. If it wasn’t for your boyfriend and the beeps of his game, you would’ve fallen asleep already.

The doors close with a loud clang, trapping them and all the collected heat inside. You look up from the two seats you were so lucky to claim to the back of one of the men that stands about a foot away from you. He, much like most people in this overfilled cage, is turned away to tune out every other living being in his proximity.

You don’t blame him. Kenma rolls his shoulders against your squished cheek, before turning to press a kiss on your crown, swiftly returning to his mission. “I’m going to fall asleep,” a croaky call comes from you, a preventive warning.

“Hm?” he asks, pausing his game to run his free hand down the side of your face. It’s soft, cold and so soothing, much like everything about him. “Are you really?”

“I don’t want to,” you respond, pouting as your eyes flutter shut. Though you don’t see it, you hear the familiar sound of his smile. It’s so slight, just the softest huff of air as his lips stretch a tad wider to accommodate his happiness. And he just kisses your lips again in response, before shifting towards you in his plush seat.

This startles you out of your sleepy daze enough to lift your head from his shoulder and will your eyes open, watching the side of his beautiful face. Pressed in a steaming tin can, tired and a bit uncomfortable, he’s still pretty. You reach out so brush a strand of hair behind his ear too, which makes his lips twitch. 

To most people, Kenma’s hardly romantic. Hell, his own team even watched with open mouth when you were first introduced to them, but it’s been almost two years since then and you’ve learned just how attentive he can get. His quiet and shy attitude has never been strong enough to hide that Kenma is a glutton, after all. Constantly aching for more touch and love, more, more, more.

You’re glad to give it. For as touch starved as you can get without him, he never fails to sate your hunger and truly, you’ve never been more independent and horribly dependent at the same time than with him. An aching, feverish mess for him, always. The half-blond unlinks his hand from yours to slip the game into the bag at his feet, before tutting his soft lips and wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Come.”

He leads you from your seat into his lap and despite the lack of space, you oblige immediately. You switch around to face him and the world outside the window to settle on his spread thighs, sighing softly as his golden eyes trail down your body. Wolf-ish and eager, forgoing the white lies he used to give you in the beginning. Then he was more careful about his guilty pleasures. Not so much now.

Still, this is a first, and you glance at the digital screen at the far end of the train to check the amount of stops left. Too many to start winding you up already, right? “You’re not gonna play anymore?” you question, letting your lungs collapse when he bites his lip.

“Oh, we’re going to play, kitten,” he murmurs, pulling you closer by your hips and letting his lips hover just out of reach, “but not that game.” His soft breath trails along your neck, fingers moving to drag shapes up and down the exposed skin of your legs. This way your bodies are pressed just a hair apart, chests brushing with each inhale.

You let your hands come to his shoulders, one of them reaching to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. He lets out a little hum, much more deep and bassy than you expect. He really is wanting to drive you crazy, right here, right now. At your somewhat astonished expression, he presses a few chaste kisses to your jaw and neck. “You want me to wake you up, baby girl?”

“Yes, please,” you simply mouth, voice refusing to cooperate when his bright gaze is fixed on yours without hesitation. At your easy answer, his one brow lifts a bit, mouth corners tugging upward. It’s such a lovely sight, even though you know the situation is anything but. He presses his face to the soft skin under your ear though, trailing a hand up your spine to tangle into your hair and tugging.

You gasp at the move, tongue moulded to the roof of your mouth to keep your sounds in. “Kenma,” you manage to bring out, letting your lids drop as the train starts moving again.

He trails his lips around the exposed skin for long enough to cause you shivers, when he kisses and brushes his tongue over an already tender spot. “What, my pretty pet? You want some attention?” he mouths into you, clenching his fingers in your locks.

He pulls back for a moment to eye your expression, grinning wider when you already look flushed, eyes half-lidded and going slightly cloudy. You don’t have to respond for him to know the answer. His name could be written all over you. “You look so pretty when you’re trying to catch up with me, all warm and soft. Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll treat you well.”

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