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I sit on the soft cloud that is Kenma's bed, while tick-tack sounds reach my ears in a continuous rhythm. Slightly distracted from my act of perusing lines, my eyes travel towards the source of the sound.
As my boyfriend came to vision, my gaze lingered a moment longer as I silently admired Kenma's natural beauty. He hadn't dyed his hair in a while, and his brown roots were dominating over his blonde strands, the length falling slightly past his shoulders, flowing lusciously as his side profile appeared visible to me. His expression was nonchalant as his lengthy fingers spread and tapped incessantly on the keyboard of his computer, his eyes fixated on the bright screen before him. His eyes reflected the brightness of the light emanating from his computer screen while they traveled across the screen, assimilating every object of image that appears while his brain gears twist and turns, coordinating with his eyes and fingers to form tactics and ways to last in the match victoriously.
In that moment, my minuscule irritation disappeared as I adored his charm of confidence and nonchalance. I adored his passion for games that'd led him to his current status and position in society, being such a successful figure and coincidentally being my lover simultaneously.
My eyes returned to the small lines on the bundle of papers I was holding, feeling slightly uninterested towards the material, yet my eyes continued to travel from right to left, and moving lower, until they reached the bottom of the page and moved to the next page of lines. I blocked the tick-tack sounds disrupting my concentration as my body melts in the coziness of the warm bed, and the cool temperature of the room.
Then, I heard a soft grunt, breaking my focus as my eyes drift towards the source. My eyes met Kenma's, who had his entire body facing towards me. He nodded his head to the side subtly, a request for me to approach him.
I complied, placing my book on his bed as my feet hopped off the bed, landing on the soft carpet and stepping forward, and further, stopping right before I entered his personal space. He urges me to enter as he places his palms on my waist firmly, pulling me forward until my knees touch the edge of his seat. He spins me around and wraps an arm over my stomach as he pulls me down, causing me to be seated in between his spread legs.
My eyes widened fleetingly at his sudden act, yet quickly regained composure as this was Kenma's normal behavior, he'd done this multiple times and while it occasionally takes me aback, I no longer feel as flustered or shy as I did the first time he acted in such a way.
His right arm stayed over my stomach, keeping my back planted on his chest as his chin rests over my head. His left hand stretched as he pressed keys and the game screen before I restarted. Then his hand grabs mine and places it on the table, close to the keyboard.
"Kenma?" I questioned, bending my neck as my head turned upwards to look at Kenma, who stared down at me with a soft smile.
"Why don't you.. play for me?" he suggests, pressing his left palm on my forehead as his lips press lightly on my head, before brushing my hair with his fingers soothingly.
"Hm?" he nudges me, when I stay silent a second too long.
"Ah, but.. I know I'm not good at gaming.." I say, slightly embarrassed as I felt incredibly inferior to Kenma in terms of gaming.
"I know. It's alright, I want you to play for me." He says, pausing for a moment, before tipping my chin up to capture my eyes in his stern gaze.
"Won't you?" he continues, the gentle smile creating a facade on his previously assertive expression.
I hesitated for a moment, yet decided to follow his request. "Um.. okay."
He gently pats my head, "good girl."
I felt my cheeks flush with heat at his words as my lower stomach tingles with butterflies and my heart flutters momentarily. I was not used to that, yet I didn't dislike it. Not at all.
I knew the basics of gaming, so I extended both hands as I began to press on the keys slowly, my mind, eyes, and fingers adapting and cooperating together while my passive senses await for my brain's instructions to reach victory.
"Yeah, you're doing well." I hear him whisper beside my ears, causing me to lose momentum and my character dies.
He chuckles softly, "I'm sorry. I distracted you, didn't I? But see, here's the rule. We're going to restart, and every time you lose, I'm going to distract you even more than I did previously. Do you understand?" His fingers worked on my buttons, popping them one by one as I shivered lightly, feeling the cold air brushing against my skin.
I nodded, feeling my heart thumping rapidly as the light breaths of his soft voice caressing the skin of my ears, and the gentle brushes of his fingers against my skin caused me to grow shy and abashed.
"My love," he warns, and I gulp nervously as I feel my breathing grow heavy. He told me once that he doesn't like non-verbal responses.
"Okay, I understand." I mumbled, barely audibly–-but with my current proximity, I knew he'd hear that. Especially considering he has such perceptive hearing senses.
"Good. Now, play for me." He pecks the top of my head lightly, his fingers continuing to move discreetly as he pops the last button on my shirt.
My fingers trembled lightly on my lap before I clenched my fist and brought my hand on the table, my fingers pressing on the keys again. This time, I was more prepared, albeit my anxiety rises due to his words and I tried to focus on not dying and losing which had proven to become a feasible task as the light feathers of the cool air was not as much of a distraction, and despite my heightened awareness of Kenma's presence, it doesn't bother me as much since I had grown accustomed to it.
Until, I feel his hand sneaking under my shirt, resting on my skin. His fingers laid over my sides lightly, yet they were cold. Very cold, and my body jerked lightly as I was surprised by the abrupt sensation on my skin, causing my fingers to stop moving as my brain blanked for a moment–-resulting in the death of my character, and my defeat.
I turned my head slightly, glaring at him as the corners of my lips downturned. He raised his eyebrow as a ghostly smile rested on his face, exerting confidence and calm.
"What? I never said I wouldn't distract you while you're playing. I said I would increase the level of distraction every time you lose." He says slowly, chuckling as a dumbfounded expression made its way onto my face, my brain processing his words and realizing the loophole in his rules.
He grabs the separated ends of my shirt, pulling it backwards as I reluctantly obliged to him releasing my upper clothing. He tosses it onto the ground as my body shakes slightly from the cool temperature.
"Mm, it's cold isn't it? Want me to.. warm you?" he whispers, his tongue tracing light wetness on the lobe of my ears, causing my head to jerk away slightly as my ears were sensitive, and it caused a heavy tingly feeling that made me incredibly uncomfortable, in a way I wanted him to continue.
He wraps his arms around my body, the warmth immediately settling in as I feel my body melt into him, yearning further warmth—though at the same time, I feel a light poke beneath my skirt, which I knew could only belong to Kenma's.
I huffed an exhale of breath before planting my fingers on the keyboard and clicking on it again, creating the same sounds as he did just a few moments ago, though with a slower pace.
I felt his lips on my neck as he nibbled and sucked on it, his tongue leaving wet marks on my skin while I tried to maintain my concentration and continued pressing on the keys with my trembling fingers. My body leans further away from him in an attempt to escape the tingly sensations he was causing me, yet since his arms were wrapped over my body firmly, it only caused the poke on my back to press on the exact spot I didn't need it to press on right now.
My back arched as I felt him chuckle breathily before marking another spot near my nape and my eyes shut as a whimper left my mouth, a light sound from the computer indicating my defeat.
"Ugh.." I grumbled in annoyance, and his palm pressed on my throat, pulling me back to him.
"Don't act like you dislike it, now. We both know the truth, darling."
I bit my lip as I left his gaze, refusing to see him. He seemed to dislike that, as he applied pressure on my throat, using his fingers to extend, grabbing my chin and forcing my head to turn towards him.
"Play for me." He orders, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze when my eyes lingered on his–-despite it being a glare, before releasing my throat and I shifted my hips a little for the poke to press on my inner thigh instead.
Before I pressed start, though, my movements halted when his hand sneaked under my short skirt, tugging on my lightly damp underwear. I huffed before allowing him to pull it down through my thigh, until my ankle. Yet, when I tried to shake it off, he grabbed my thigh in warning. "Don't. Keep it that way." He commands, and despite my confusion, I made no attempts to rebel. I felt him push me away lightly as he unzipped his pants before feeling the skin of his cock against my back.
He lifts me lightly, his hands holding my hips strongly as he lowers himself slightly before pulling me back and slamming me down, my ass sat on his lower stomach while his dick pokes through my skirt, pressed right against my pussy.
I gasped at the sensation, and he chuckled slowly, moving his hips slightly causing his cock to rub against my pussy, and my mouth opened, voice stuck in my throat before I felt his fingers brushing through my hair, dragging my attention to him.
"Play, love." He instructed, and I backed my hips to create space in between my pussy and his cock.
The sound of clicking keyboards echoed in the silent room until I heard him exhale softly before straightening his back, making his cock press onto my pussy again. My breathing grew heavy as I felt my heart palpitating loudly. My brain was soon to be short circuiting as it tries to work to bring me to victory in the game, yet continues to blank whenever the fog of sexual pleasure disrupts my mind's system.
"Ngh, Kenma.. Sto–" my words were cut off when I heard his sharp intake of breath before I felt myself being lifted lightly and then slammed down again. This time, his cock entered my pussy as I yelped, a sound that turned into a moan swiftly, in unison with a low groan from him.
God, his voice is so hot.
Bzzz. My eyes stared at the screen.
Ah, I lost again.
"Kenma–" I was once again cut off when he thrust his hips, his cock penetrating deep inside of me, hitting a spot that sent me into bliss and released my voice in a high pitch. He moans softly and I felt my pussy clenching on her own.
He stops, leaving his cock deep inside as it twitches lightly, adjusting and stretching my insides. He breathes heavily, before grabbing my chin and turning my head as his lips clash into mine. His tongue sneaks inside, exploring the depths and crevices of my mouth, dominating me whole and consuming my breath.
It was fierce, and domineering as I failed to match his rhythm and simply left him to lead our interaction.
He pushed my head away as I panted heavily, gasping for air along with him—just quieter. I could feel the expansive heave of his chest, before he taps my cheek with two fingers.
"Play."
I turned my head in retort, "I'm never going to be able to win if you keep doing this!" I exclaimed aggravatedly, huffing heavily as my lungs begged for oxygen.
"Yeah? Keep this up and I'll fuck you to death."
My jaw dropped at his words as I stared at the light smirk on his face wide-eyed. I shook my head as I began to lift myself off his lap, yet his expression turned stern as his hands immediately grabbed my hips and slammed me back on him.
"Oh, is that what you want?" he grins slyly before standing up as he bends me over his gaming table, brushing off his scattered equipment for my arms to latch onto.
He pulls back slightly, before slamming his dick back in, hitting deeply as I moaned. He continues using his cock to navigate through my pussy until he hits a spot that sends my eyes rolling back and my back arching while my voice disappears and my mouth agape.
He chuckles lowly, pressing over my lower stomach with his palm, "Good, isn't it? Hm?"
I weakly nodded as I breathed heavily, feeling my legs shake as I tried to regain composure. I began to lift my body up when he planted his palm on my back, pushing me down. "Stay."
His hips moved once again as he thrust into me deep and relentlessly, abusing my sweet spot until I felt myself reaching the peak. "I'm cu–" my voice disappeared as my orgasm came and I felt liquid pouring out of me.
He hadn't come, not yet.
However, I didn't expect him to start penetrating as deep and rapidly as he did just previously, and my pussy was sensitive since I just came, causing me to press my belly further into the table in an attempt of retreating, "wait–Kenma I–hngh," I tried to speak, yet his perpetual penetration made my mind empty of anything but him. I began to approach my orgasm again, this time along with him as I felt his thrusts grew desperate and sloppier the closer he grew to his orgasm.
With the melody of our moans in unison, we came together. I rested my head on the table as I pulled away from him, pressing my hand on his chest behind me to withdraw his dick.
A yelp left my mouth when I floated in the air, carried in his arms placed underneath my back and my thighs before plopping me on his bed. I propped my elbow up for support, “Kenma?..” I questioned, yet he was silent, his knee resting on the bed as he loomed over me.
He crawled over to my side as he pats on his lap, “c’mere.”
I obeyed, swallowing nervously as I sat on his lap, facing him. My knees supported my body as I glanced down, seeing his cock hard again. I inhaled shakily, feeling as though I knew what’s about to come.
But I didn’t.
Not when he pulls out a vibrator from his pocket and presses it onto my clitoris, causing my body to jerk. The vibrator was tiny, yet it clamps onto my clit as he pulls out the remote and turns the intensity to its highest.
I immediately fell over as my fingers planted on his chest, gripping his t-shirt tightly while my entire legs trembled and shook vigorously, my voice slipping out in a range of high pitch I wasn’t able to control.
“Kenma—please, I can’t, I can’t—”
“You can.” He states boredly before gipping my hips harshly and pushing me down, a smacking sound loud in the air, matching the volume of my moan, and Kenma’s softer one.
“Shit, why are you still tight?” he grunts lowly, lifting my hips a bit before slamming it back down.
“Fuck, Kenma—why do you have so much energy today?” I croaked out, throat sore.
He only chuckled to my question, before thrusting into me again, deeper. I could almost swear his dick increased in size when my walls stretched pleasurably.
“Hngh, I can’t—please I—” he cuts me off with a thrust as the stimulation grew unbearable with the vibrator pulsing on my clit, and I found myself reaching my orgasm easily.
He groaned as he reached his own orgasm when the tightness of my walls squeezed his dick, triggering his orgasm quickly.
“Take it off, please—please, please. Take it off! Kenma!” I yelled, ending with a loud moan as I reached my orgasm once again from my clitoris stimulation alone. He gazes at me with a tilt of his head, “safeword?” he quirked an eyebrow.
My mouth shut, releasing soft whimpers despite the purse of my lips and he chuckles when I say nothing for a good while. “That’s what I thought.”
I felt his dick rise again inside of me and my eyes bulged, almost leaving its sockets. “Why are you–”
My words end on the tip of my tongue as he pushes me back to lay on the bed and slams his hips against mine.
“Agh, ‘cause of you, damn it. you’re so fucking hot.” His fingers caress my cheek gently before lightly slapping my cheek.
“Such a good slut for me, hm?” he says, moving his hips again.
He maintains his energy as he thrusts rapidly, deeply—continuing his abuse of my pussy. I screamed as I felt my orgasm approaching with only a few thrusts and he moaned softly at the feeling of my pussy clenching around him.
Finally, I reach my orgasm and my pussy squirts before losing consciousness.
–
Kenma was on his game again, and I was on my novel again. I heard my name in his voice, attracting my attention as I glanced up at him.
“C’mere.”
I heed to his words, approaching him. Once I invaded his personal space, I stopped.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to him as he looks up at me with a nonchalant grin.
“Play for me.”