𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒?

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚 inexperienced!kenma struggles to make eye contact with anyone but especially you. it hurts his eyes how brightly you shine. nine thousand lumens blasted directly into his poor corneas.

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚 inexperienced!kenma nearly collapses, legs giving out when you ask him to see him later. crossing several work place boundaries, breaking every rule in the book. but it's the way you say it, the sultry tone like he's being hunted for sport by a hungry wildcat.

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚 inexperienced!kenma who takes the bait and agrees. not realizing that he's walking right into your trap. it doesn't surprise kenma when you arrive on time, knocking on his office door with melodic raps of four—your signature sound.

"come in." he calls through the heavy wooden door.

it creaks open, you step through in your perfectly tailored button up and skirt, somehow still managing to look better than those half naked girls kenma jacks off to.

"do you ever stop working?" you tease, sauntering over to stand at the side of his desk. between being ceo and a full-time streamer it seems that your boss never lets go and relaxes.

kenma doesn't respond, in words, just a shake of his head. more strands falling into his face, coming loose from his messy, barely tied bun.

what he doesn't expect is the sudden brush of your fingers, sweeping the hair behind his ear. wasn't even aware that you moved, had stepped closer until you're now pressed up against the arm of his chair.

"it's late. surely you're not planning to sleep here, sir." you sigh, almost chastising.

"finishing up these reports." he mumbles, eyes never leaving those dual screens.

"allow me to keep you company." then without warning you push his chair back, granting yourself enough space to plant yourself in his lap.

"what are you—" his voice cracks, hitting a second puberty, and cutting himself off from the added embarrassment.

his heart stalls, kicking off like a rickety old car that's on its last legs.

your thighs straddle his, skirt bunched up so high that he's certain he catches a glimpse of your panties below.

you watch his throat bob, the slow motion of his adam's apple as he swallows. the edges of your lips twitch up, smirking at watching your nonchalant boss lose his composure so quickly.

"keeping you company." you repeat casually, as though it's normal for employees to do this with their boss.

despite his better judgement he doesn't correct your bad behavior, doesn't tell you to get off his lap. he simply shifts his hips below yours to get comfortable.

but sitting on his lap isn't enough to rid the tension that runs rampant through his lithe frame.

you start slow, testing your limits, with a teasing roll of your hips. dragging your clothed core over the line of his soft cock.

still no reprimand.

even as kenma grits his teeth, face darkening several shades until it's a pretty baby pink dusting over his cheeks.

if he was handsome before, he's absolutely delectable now.

so you keep going, grinding on his dick, feeling every twitch and swell beneath you until he's rock hard. tenting his slacks, straining against the fabric.

"may i?" you ask, hand hovering just above his belt. his reply is a muttered plea, bordering on desperate and dismissive. poor guy can't even believe this is truly happening.

in record time both his belt and pants are undone, cock springing free and slapping his stomach, leaving a splotch of pre in its wake.

your hand strokes his cock a few times, getting a feel for how thick and heavy it is—and fuck your hand feels much better than his—hastily tugging your drenched panties to the side before lining him up with your entrance. slowly sliding down on his length.

"fuuuckk..." kenma groans, head tipping back as your cunt sucks him in deeper. it's so hot and so wet, better than anything he could've imagined. now he understands why his friends were so desperate to get laid, his hand would never be better than this.

he can feel your arousal leaking down, collecting on his balls when you finally take all of him in.

you look dazzling like this, eyes glassy and chest heaving. kenma pulls you in for a hungry kiss, pouring out all his frustration and longing. his hands grip your hips hard while you bounce, letting you take what you want. wet slaps of skin match the filthy slurps of your mouths colliding, drool leaking down his lips.

his abs tense, rolling his hips up to chase this rush. your moans are like a lethal injection into his veins, launching him straight into his release. whimpering loudly as hot spurts of cum pump into your fluttering pussy, holding you balls deep as he spills himself inside your walls.

kenma forgets for a moment that he isn't supposed to cum this quickly.

that he's supposed to last a for much, much longer time.

"haaah— shit, sorry..."

when kenma finally meets your eyes he's scared but rather than the look of disgust that he expects, you're smiling sweetly, almost smug.

"don't apologize." you whisper, kissing at his jaw, "i think it's hot."

"hot? there's something wrong with your brain..."

"it's a compliment." you argue, "you're so into me that you couldn't hold back."

kenma couldn't disagree with that statement—he did hire you on the spot because he found you attractive.

"still... you didn't... right?" he can't even voice the full question, fearing that he'll get a rep for being bad in bed.

you hum in thought, shaking your head, holding your hands up to stop the rush of words kenma is about to spill. "we have all night."

all night.

not only did you let him hit once, you're gonna let him go for multiple rounds? his cock twitches to life, stretching to stuff you full. already ready to go. "now be a good boy for me, sir."

oh, you're going to be such a problem for him. an addiction that he can't break.

kenma has years of sexual inexperience to cure and what better way than to let you ruin him as many times as you desire.