pairing: kenny omega x fem!reader

plot: on those rare days kenny doesn't have to be anywhere and can afford to sleep in, it's your favorite way to wake him up.

genre: smut

warning: sexual themes, honorifics [daddy], hair grabbing, face fucking

word count: 1.5k

author's note: okay one of the shorter ones yes, but in my defense it's smut and i already said i'm not too good at it!! anyways, i know this is not the best so please leave suggestions.

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it was only eight thirty in the morning and you were already awake. you hated that. kenny was home with you today and it was one of those days where he didn't have much to do - you knew that because he wouldn't stop talking about it last night - and you could afford to sleep in. waking up early wasn't really in your plans.

most of the time, by six am, he'd already be up and doing something productive while you slept soundly beside him but today was the opposite. here you are already awake - although not doing anything productive - while he's sleeping peacefully. you blamed the lack of black out blinds - they were in the hamper because someone decided it would be a good idea to bring coffee while he played video games in the bedroom, and trip and spill the hot drink all over your favorite curtains - which usually shielded your eyes from the sun's harsh rays.

you were bored, kenny had trapped you in his arms and there really wasn't much to do, nothing to entertain yourself with. at first, you contemplated gently lifting them off of you and watching tv downstairs, but you didn't want to risk waking him up, so you just sucked it up and waited for him to wake up. he had been so busy so you wanted to make sure he got as much rest as he could.

after forty nine minutes have passed, it was pretty clear that kenny had other plans. plans that revolved around sleeping in, probably until noon, and as much as you wanted him to get more rest, you also knew that he should probably wake up now. neither you nor him have eaten breakfast yet and both of your body clocks would be messed up if you didn't get up yet. besides, it's not like he would hate the way you planned on waking him up. it would put him in a good mood for the day, you were sure of it.

you turned in his arms and started to place kisses on his chest, gentle at first, like the ones he was used to getting from you when he just woke up from his afternoon nap and you were trying to get him out of bed because he had to do media, but then you replaced those tiny kisses with wet, open-mouthed kisses, even nipping on his chest and abs when you felt like it. you couldn't help but lick up his toned chest, placing a bite and sucking a hickey to life on his pec, you ran your hand down his muscular arm when you felt him stir.

"baby," if you thought his regular voice is hot, it was nothing to his raspy, deep, morning voice. it sent shivers down your spine and shot right through your core.

you giggled, innocently looking up at him. "hey daddy," before running your hand up and down his chest. "good morning."

"good morning, sweetheart," he groaned, his arms finally releasing you and his hand traveling to your hair, running it though your locks as you sucked another hickey to life on his collarbone, much to his delight. you thought the groan he let out was absolutely delicious and it did nothing but make the ache between your legs grow stronger.

"always such a good little baby for me, aren't you?" the praise he sent your way made you moan and whimper. "daddy,"

you looked up to see him looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, and his lips in a lazy smirk. it was obvious that he just woke up and still a bit sleepy, but he was very much into it, that's for sure.

you traveled down his body then, kissing your way as you did so, wordlessly worshipping the body he worked so hard on.

you finally got to the garter of his grey basketball shorts and from the looks of it, that's all he was wearing. shirtless and boxer-less. bless. it might as well have been your - or his too, he was probably enjoying this more than you are - birthday.

you tugged it down, freeing his cock. you licked your lips seeing the way it slapped against his chest as soon as it was released and he chuckled. "like what you see, baby?"

glancing up at him once again, you mimicked the smirk plastered on his face, shamelessly replying with "very much so, daddy"

just the thought of him inside you, your pussy, your mouth, hell, as you've tried before - although this is not part of the plan for today - your ass, made your stomach churn with want and had your thighs press together to generate friction and relieve something.

the knowledge of the fact that he's watching your every move right now does absolute wonders for you both. that was apparent as you grabbed his warmth into your hand and gave little kitten licks to the tip. your actions had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and a breathy whisper of a swear word out of his lips. it only encouraged you.

your tongue licked the length of it, then traced the prominent vein on the shaft, before paying attention to his head again, tracing circles on it.

you heard his head fall against the pillows when he tried to get a better look at you, sitting up, but as soon as you did that, he fell back again, completely consumed by the feeling of what you're doing.

finally, after what felt like hours of teasing, his cock slid past your lips, entering your warm, wet mouth. the sensation made him let out a broken moan of your name, and you took pride in the fact that you were the one who caused that sound to come out of his mouth.

you slowly bobbed your head up and down, making sure he felt every nook and cranny of your mouth, and that he did. it was evident in the way he breathlessly swore and grabbed the back of your head to shove himself further down your throat.

"let me use you, please let me use your mouth," the plea sounded foreign from him. usually, he was the one who liked making you beg, but nonetheless, it was an open change.

you took your mouth off of him for a second, nodding and giving him consent to fuck your mouth the way he wanted to.

he chuckled almost evilly at that, grabbing the back of your head and basically shoving his cock so far down your throat that it made you gag. he did it too fast though, and you had to pull away so you could catch your breath.

the second he saw you were fine, he put his hand on the back of your head again and had his cock slip into your mouth, now taking his time and letting you adjust to his size.

after a while, him gently moving your head so you could take his dick in and out of your mouth became him grabbing your head by the hair and him wildly snapping his hips against your face. you felt the tip of your nose brush his pubic bone when his cock twitched inside your mouth.

"fuck [y/n]. i'm about to come,"

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck"

"[y/n], touch yourself for me, baby. do it,"

and that you did. you didn't really need much foreplay anymore, nor did you have to take it slowly. you were already so wet and ready from hearing the sounds kenny made all because of you.

you slid your fingers inside of you rapidly, matching the pace that kenny set for thrusting into your mouth. you pretended that it was his cock that was in you instead of your fingers. hearing him moaning uncontrollably above you didn't make it that hard to pretend.

then, since you could tell that kenny was close to coming, you decided to add another finger to the mix, slipping your ring finger into your cunt and having your thumb toy with your clit. it rubbed circles around your swollen bundle of nerves the way you wanted it and you were already moaning against kenny's cock.

the vibrations of your mouth proved to be too much as he quickly came, thick ropes of come coating your mouth with its taste.

seemingly not satisfied, or just wanting to return the favor, kenny pulled your hands out of the way and put his mouth on you. his fingers thrusted into your pussy in a wonderful way, its length and thickness a welcome change to yours. you made sure he was well-aware of that by the way you moaned out his name. his mouth landed on your clit, mouthing over it.

the way he flicked his tongue over it and sucked on it with just the right amount of pressure proved to be too much as you came, hands buried into his hair, gripping at his locks, and screaming his name.

"what a way to start off the day,"