𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲

                                    

                                          
 What Have You Learned?
Cock Warming, Biting, Bondage, Brat Taming Face Sitting, 
Requested 


"Are you working today?" You had called out to Kenma, your boyfriend, because you still hadn't memorized his hectic schedule of being a streamer and CEO of his own company.
"Hm," he answered back in an inquisitive tone, most likely because he hadn't heard you since he was focusing on setting up his new pc and camera for his stream.
"Are you-," you began to repeat since you thought he didn't hear you.
"Yes," he quickly and quietly cut you off and sat down in his chair. He was wearing a relaxed outfit-- just sweatpants and a dark grey t-shirt-- so you could safely assume that the stream was going to be a long one.
"Kenny, can we do something first?" You stood behind his gaming chair and traced his arm holding the controller with you index finger. You dragged your finger up to his cheek and pushed it so that he was facing you.
"Don't call me Kenny," he deadpanned then pushed against your hand to look back at the screen.
"But Kenny," you dragged out, "I don't want to be left alone again. You know how I get when I'm left alone, don't you?" You teased him and got what you were aiming for as he flustered before groaning.
"I have to start in 10 minutes, there's not enough time to-" he started but you shushed him with a finger to his lips.
"There's enough time, trust me, Kenny," you assured him.
"I said don't-,"
"Ah, ah, ah, Kenny," you tutted before placing the palm of your hand on his neck, wrapping your hands on his neck, the pad of your thumb massaging his jawline. 
You pulled him into a heated kiss as you pulled him toward you and pushed yourself down over the arm of the chair, so you were straddling his waist.
He may have been timid on the outside, but Kenma new exactly  what he wanted as he wrapped one hand below your ass and the other in the same position yours was, but on the opposite side. Your tongues danced with passion as you melted into each others grasps. 
You brought your hand down to Kenma's pants as you began to palm him, getting him hard.
"Hold on," you pulled back and hopped off the chair, "stay here, I'll be right back." With that, you exited the streaming room and left to change your clothing. 
Hmm, you thought. A skirt should do the trick. 
You shimmied out of your current jeans and underwear, slipped the skirt on and made your way back to Kenma, who was patiently waiting. On your way out of the bedroom, you made sure to pick up a couple foil packages. He had been palming himself in the short minutes that you were gone because he knew he couldn't go any further without missing the stream.
You walked up to him and brushed your hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
"Want me to help, Kenny?"
"We don't have ti-," he tried to protest, but he did want you to help him soothe the growing tension.
"Don't say time, because that's not a problem." Before he responded you pulled down the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his dick. Before he could oppose, you slipped a condom over his dick and sat on his lap, putting it inside of you, in one swift movement.