with this band, i not only give you my hand (but my heart, body, and soul as well) | kenny omega

^^ full title because wattpad said it's too long lmao.

pairing: kenny omega x fem!reader

plot: you know how much kenny loves being dominant, and luckily for you, he loves pampering you after even more.

genre: fluff, some smut

warning: mentions of blindfolding, restraits, and reader being a tease. 18+ unless you skip over the small smut stuff.

word count: 3.4k

author's note: this is the first thing i've written in weeks??? i have stuff scheduled so maybe y'all didn't notice, but yeah! it's a bit all over the place, but really sweet -- at least i think so. anyways, enjoy ~♡

votes, likes & reblogs dearly appreciated!

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kenny reached behind you to undo the small knot at the back  of your head, pulling his black silk tie that was used as a blindfold away and folding it neatly to place it on the bedside table. he kissed your eyelids, your eyes still closed in pure bliss when he then untied your arms from the headboard, kissing the insides of your wrists before setting them down on your side and proceeding to put away the black rope he used on you mere seconds ago, tucking them inside the mahogany bedside table you had where the rest of your toys lay. well, were supposed to lay. he used quite a few of them today because you decided to tease him while you were out and they were currently scattered all around the bedroom, on different corners of where you were.

earlier that night, aew was hosting a party celebrating their new deal with tbs and the ever growing number of their audience. sure, they were confident in their product, but to see the growth in front of their very eyes was an entirely different discussion.

kenny, being the gigantic dork he is asked you if you could match dress and suit colors. he looked so adorable when he asked you and you didn't have the heart to say no - not that you actually planned to - and so there you were. you clad in a short, black dress that showed off just the right amount of curves, and kenny in an all black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and well-defined chest. you looked perfect together, as you always do.

the teasing, it wasn't your fault. not really. upon seeing you in that dress which reached mid-thigh, kenny got handsy with you, making out with you, pushing you up against the living room wall where your wedding picture hung with his hand softly cradling your jaw, pulling you towards him chest-to-chest and being extra careful to not mess up your hair. you put so much effort into it, not a hair out of place and it would break his heart if he let his desires ruin it. that didn't stop his other hand from wondering though. your breasts, giving them an appreciative squeeze, to your waist and hips, to your ass, eventually bending you over the couch. that was before he snapped back into reality.

he grabbed your arms and straightened you back up making you look at him with flushed cheeks and a confused look on your face as he wiped his hands on his dress pants and shot you a sheepish grin. "sorry, got too carried away there. we have a party to go to. come on." he extended his arm to you like he wasn't just that close to splitting you in half and rearranging your insides literally ten seconds ago.

to say you were disappointed would be the understatement of the century. you practically begged him to finish what he started, but he told you that you had somewhere you needed to be. both of you. preferably with your clothes still perfectly ironed out and your make up still in tact.

you could see the bulge in his pants - thank god he was wearing black dress pants. they made it less noticeable - you saw his tells, the way his hand would slip a tad too low on your back, resting on the curve of your ass before moving back up again, the nervous gulp he'd intake when you stare at him with those eyes, the way his adam's apple would bob up and down, the way his fingers lightly twitched.

you knew he wanted it just as bad as you did. he simply had more self-control. and that didn't really surprise you, yet you cursed it to the deepest depths of hell all the same.

after some time, you got sick of it and decided to take things in your own hands. so far, it hasn't bit you too hard up the ass, right?

kenny laughed alongside the young bucks, engaging in playful banter with their boss when you stared up at him, wanting his attention. his friends paid you no mind, having been used to you. after all, you were married to their best friend. they've already met you countless times, shared many congratulatory dinners and sleepless car rides to the other side of the country together. kenny gave your waist a gentle squeeze to reaffirm you, but his focus remained on the conversation at hand eliciting a small pout out of you. you continued to look at him, then crooked a finger at him, wordlessly asking him to lean down to your level.

you cupped your hand over his ear, as if you were going to whisper something to him, but instead, you gave him a small, soft moan, the one that always made him melt and move his hips a little faster. a little harder. his jaw clenched oh so slightly. if you weren't staring at the sharp cut of his mandible, you would have missed it.

"later, okay?" he murmured back to you, pressing the most innocent of kisses to the top of your head before turning back to his colleagues. tony had to leave now and make small talk with the executives of tbs.

"you look nice." matt politely greeted you making you grin. "thanks matt! actually bought this dress when i was shopping with dana a month or two ago. she was the one to point this dress out to me, so can you relay my thanks to her?"

"you can relay my thanks to her too." your husband muttered, tightening his grip on your hips, but it was too low for either of the bucks to hear. you subtly rolled your eyes at him. "if you like it so much, why don't you do something about it?"

"i told you, i will. later."

your hushed conversation was interrupted by matt, pleasantly unaware of the interaction between you and their best friend. "sure thing!" he took another sip of his water.

with that, the men fell back in a casual exchange of words. you'd contribute in the form of nods and oh yeahs. rarely actually voicing out your opinion - unless you were directly asked for it - all because you were too busy pressing your ass on kenny's crotch. luckily for you, you put on high heels for the occasion so your hips were a tiny bit level. not entirely as kenny was quite a tall man, but enough for you to do the things you were doing.

much to his displeasure - nothing personal, he's just not a people person - he got passed around fairly often. while in most cases, this would annoy you too, this time you actually thought it's a bit of fun. you wanted to see if these people noticed what you were doing: pretending to whisper something to him, only to suck a wet, purple hickey into his neck, running your hand over his abdomen like you would do when you're on top of him, mouthing fuck me when his eyes land on you. thankfully, no one did.

and thankfully, kenny finally had enough of your bratty attitude, pulling you roughly by the hand and leading you to the car where he basically threw you in. he quickly told the bucks and tony some bullshit excuse about how he forgot to put food in dobby's feeding bowl so he could whisk you away for the night, just how he wanted, just like how you craved.

and he certainly didn't disappoint.

even though you were spent, arms and thighs and legs and everything hurting and aching, there was always an ease to being with kenny. to submitting to kenny. he knew how to take care of you, knew how your body worked, how it reacted to varying touches and light slaps. he knew exactly how to make you beg and whine and let out those gasps and mewls for more! more! more! that he loved so much. and he knew your limits, exactly how far to push you because if be pushed too far, you'd lose the momentum you spent all night building up and he'd be damned if he let that happen. no way.

everything was so much better when you got stressed out and overworked yourself again. there was nothing more reassuring - and sexy, to be frank - than knowing that no matter how much workload you get, how many things got assigned to you, how many people counted on you - because it was truthfully scary - you would always have kenny to depend on. to lean on. he never failed to let you know that you never have to fight alone, whether that be in the form of cuddles, the sweetest words uttered in the history of humanity, or this. you loved it all the same. it just depended on what you needed in particular for that day, and for today - and the past couple of weeks, if you're being honest with yourself - this is what you needed. to wholly submit yourself to your loving, gentle, soft husband who could also be the most sadomasochistic, mean, and intimidating man you would ever meet in the blink of an eye. you wholeheartedly thought you won the lottery with him. he was everything you wanted and more, the absolute best husband - or partner in general, really - you could ever ask for.

for a short while, the only warmth you felt was that radiating from the bed. kenny was gone from beside you, but you knew better than to think of the worst. this was routine now.

he came out of the bathroom, clean, damp towel in his hand as he cleaned you up of sweat and various bodily fluids exchanged. it got sticky, and you know how much he hates that after the adrenaline of intense loving making has faded. it just seemed unsanitary and rude to leave you like that as well and he could never leave you, the love of his life, in such a condition.

the towel was warm and its temperature did not make you jump in surprise. instead, you found yourself melting in the bed more and satisfyingly humming a tune to yourself. it was a tune kenny would always recognized because it was your song while you were dating. in the blink of an eye, it transformed into your wedding song.

after you were done, kenny headed back to the bathroom to clean the towel up. you'd have to immediately wash that tomorrow. you added it to your mental to-do list, though you weren't sure if you'd actually remember it -- your endorphin-riddled brain too hazy and foggy to really process anything right now. maybe later.

"you still here with me, baby?" the kiss on your cheek landed, accompanied by comforting strokes of your hair, wild and untamed from all the times he had pulled it moments prior.

your throat was a bit scratchy from all the noises you let out earlier - you'll consider yourself lucky if you don't get a noise complaint from your neighbors - so you could only nod and raise your arms, yearning to hold his warm, sweaty, familiar figure.

he chuckled at you, kissing you right on the lips this time. "gotta take care of you first, baby." he muttered making you whine, the vibration quite an uncomfortable feeling down your sore throat, but you couldn't get yourself to care. "need some water, princess?"

you nodded once more not yet opening your eyes. the only reason you knew kenny left the bed was because of the dip of the mattress beside you and the quiet creaking of the door when it opened.

a few moments later, the bed dipped again. kenny was back. there was a hand on your cheek, stroking your cheekbone, you felt the cold gold of his wedding hand on your skin and a kiss placed on your lips.

he always did get so affectionate after such a rough session like that. and how you loved it. relished it. you could have lived in that moment forever.

"here you go, baby. sit up, yeah?"

you let out a sound of discomfort as you did so, muscles groaning in protest. for the first time since finishing - for the fifth time that night - you opened your eyes. his hand was outstretched, a glass of water in it. floating around were a few slices of cucumber. you looked at him, questioning making him laugh. "i knew you'd need so extra love tonight. you always do when we go to events like this."

although his words were cheeky and teasing, there was nothing but unadulterated love swimming in his bright, blue eyes, directed at no one else but you. it's been that way for a while now, and kenny's always made sure you knew it's gonna stay that way for eternity, until death do you part. nevertheless, it still elicited an annoyed huff out of you, not to mention a bright pink blush on your cheeks and the tip of your ears. "you're mean." you took the glass from him and drank from it.

"mmm, yeah maybe. you love it though."

left without an excuse, you wordlessly handed the cup back to him. "aww, not even a thank you, baby? you don't have to be embarrassed. we've been together for five years now, haven't we? why you still embarrassed?" he pet your head and went back downstairs.

"don't forget to hydrate too, ken-ken! you probably need it more than i do!" you called out to him and he gave you a thumbs up.

you loved him, you really did. you loved how he knew you so well, how he paid so much attention to the littlest details. even when grunting in your ear, his sinful mouth saying the filthiest words and calling you the dirtiest names, you could always feel the love in it. no exceptions. maybe it wasn't in the form of cuddles and butterfly kisses - you did get those in abundance during aftercare - but it still mattered to you. so much, because it came in the form of showing you just how much he wanted you to feel good -- like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him. in some ways, that may be true. you may not be the only person he cares about, but you're the person he cares about the most amd for someone who meets new people almost everyday, that's a lot.

you didn't realize he returned. not until his words cut through the air which remained to be laced and spiked with sex. "was i too hard on you today?" he plopped down beside you and laid an arm around you, shifting it so much of your weight rested on him.

"no. no, it was good-" you yawned. "jus' really tired. tuckered out."

"do you wanna take a bath, or would you rather me towel you off some more or something?"

did he even had to ask? the answer's been the same and you know it'll never change. not in a million years.

"a bath, please? maybe we can add some bubbles or something? i'd like that."

apparently it was the wrong time to yawn and stretch your arms around him because he picked them up and laid them on your side - something very uncharacteristic, but reasonable for the particular scenario - "well y' have to let me go if you want me to run you a bath, princess."

"it's our bath." you corrected him with a pout on your lips, crawling to the edge of the bed where he is. "our bath then." he ran a hand through your hair and stood up, heading to the master bathroom.

he emerged a few minutes later, eyeing your peaceful form curled up in bed. your chest rose and fell evenly with every inhale and exhale you took. he kneeled down on one knee beside you - the gesture gave him deja vu of when he took you to your favorite arcade. that was where you had your first date with him as well as you first kiss. eventually, on a chilly day in october a year ago, he rented the whole building out just for the two of you and got down on one knee at the end of the night, asking for your hand in marriage. you said yes and the rest is history - "baby, you awake?"

he doubted it, but you responded with a small nod and a blink of your eyes. "yeah, yeah i am."

a grin stretched across his face as he pecked your lips for the nth time that night. he simply couldn't help himself and even if he could, are you complaining about the amount of kisses you're getting this night? he knew you wouldn't. you loved being kissed by him almost as much as he loved kissing you. almost. besides, you were so clearly still in subspace. it was his responsibility to make sure you were okay and taken good care of, physically and mentally because it can be a lot. you had to pull your safe word before countless of times. he never minded. if anything, he was just happy you were still game to experiment and try again.

he cradled you in his large arms, carrying you bridal style before heading to the bathroom, kicking the door closed with his foot gently. "gonna set you down on the tub now, okay? water should be nice and warm." and it was. your sore muscles all breathed out a collective sigh of relief at the sensation that swallowed your whole body and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, throwing your head back.

kenny smiled at the sight, you relaxing in your post-orgasmic glow. even like this, mascara and eyeliner tracks running down your flushed cheeks, your dark red lipstick smeared around your mouth and your hair a mess - by his own fault, really - he still thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. nothing, no scenery could compare to this -- not in his book at least. the view from the eiffel tower, the landscape of italy, or the victory screen that popped up when he won a game of street fighter -- they all paled in comparison to you. there's no competition, and there never will be.

your eyes fluttered open and you noticed him staring down at you with those eyes and that stupid, stupid smile that made you fall head-over-heels in love with him all those years ago and smiled right back up. "well aren't you gonna join me?"

he shook his head to snap himself out of his trance and reached behind him to grab your makeup wipes and sat down across from you. he beckoned you over and you sat on his lap, looking at him eye-to-eye. it took everything in him to not kiss you and start another round right then and there and honestly, if you weren't as tired as you were, he probably wouldn't have stopped himself. but he knew you were spent beyond belief and there was always tomorrow. and the next day, then the day after that. you have forever to do everything.

he pulled out a makeup wipe from its packaging and trapped your face in one of his hands before cleaning your face off of the artificial pigments with small, gentle strokes.

this was always something you loved doing with him. there was something so nice and domestic about it and it never failed to get your heart thundering in your chest, trying so desperately to escape your ribcage that held it in place. "there we go, all done." was murmured again your lips when he was unable to stop himself from giving you another smooch, just for good measure.

"c'mon now, baby. relax. i've got you. "