timeskip ! kenma kozume x reader : * :
wc: 1.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, thigh riding kenma, bossy kenma, poly ‘threesome’ with a self-insert femme friend of your choosing a.k.a. somewhat bisexual in nature, lightly subby reader, cat ear dress-up, kitty play / a few uses of 'kitten' as a pet name, cryptocurrency mentions, capitalistic greed? lol, online theft
author notes: ok this is rly just a gift for ryu @zanomanji / @hisvillainess for being the coolest and my partner in crime based on this ask, thank you for joining me thru this journey of starting to lewd neko boi toi timeskip!kenma, you’re fricken awesome, also i,,,,, DID NOT intend for this to be an actual fic (1.4k huh??), but as usual i cannot shut the fuck up and write anything super short even tho i promised myself this would only be like 500 wc max so !! aaah. - no beta shoot me, also hiii- totally crypto ignorant here, this was just suuuper self-indulgent and a fun exercise for me to get the hell outta writer’s block, and a way for my bi ass to thigh ride one sexcie older boss man kenma with a friend, spspsps.
“Come here. Come closer.”
A sensual voice beckons from a swiveling turn in the chair away from the computer screen and 25-year-old Kenma Kozume faces you and your friend, nudging his seated position nearer to its edge. Satiny, two-toned locks of hair hang, slightly obscuring his face and with a swift snap of his hair band, it gets tied up and back—you both know that means serious business.
Looking at you, he is clad only in a fresh, dark T-shirt along with a pair of high-quality boxers, onyx in color and with a cyberpunk-esque patterned design of neon green rows made up of 1s and 0s streaking across the fabric.
He pats the tops of his bare thighs.
“Get over here and mount.”
You glance over at your friend, whose questioning look gazes back at you, clearly wondering the same.
“Which one of us?” You ask, with a slow, sexy blink into his minxy, amber eyes.
C.E.O. Kenma definitely doesn’t take away the eyes which bore directly into yours as his head cocks languidly to one side, almost as if to sweetly condescend, making your tummy contract ever so slightly inward.
“Both of you, sweetheart. I have two thighs for a reason.”
Relaxing a bit, you begin to walk forward, but he tuts, and the sound halts you two in your tracks.
“Panties down.” His two pointer fingers motion to the floor, “—First.” He commands, more darkly.
“Kitten ears up. Second.”
A smirk forms on your lips.
“...Pleeease,” He suavely and sneeringly coos, dragging it out almost like a hiss and he blinks just as slowly back at you. It’s a teasing return of your earlier gesture at him, the sound of his voice so snide, in the way the spine of a cat arches its back when slyly slinking away from anything it doesn’t want to be handled by.
There is a sudden symmetry in motion before him as you and your friend mirror each other's movements. Moist panties slide down along your legs from underneath the cute, matching, flared skirts he gifted you both and are cast off to the side. Then, the careful adjusting of adorably fuzzy cat ear headbands to assure they are neatly in place, and finally, approaching him once all his requirements are met.
“Good.” There’s a grin in the blink of his eye with approval, observing the way you are both now only dressed in said skirts and sparkly lace bras.
You slip over the surface of his thigh, your bare cunt drifting wet along the warm surface and your knee meets your friend’s leg, pressing against it as she herself also motions in on him. The skin on her body is so soft, so cute.
“Fuuuck.” Kenma exhales hotly, his eyes already blown out, only from the feeling of two soaking pussies straddling his legs.
He reaches around to unclasp both of your bras at the same time. He’s gotten exceptionally good at the ability to do that and it makes your girlfriend release a pleased sigh next to you as she plants a few, slow, kitten kisses along his neck, causing Kenma’s parted lips to moan warm air in your ear.
His hands move in to cup one nude breast from each of your chests and a satisfied tremble from your friend is felt beside you, right as your own body also casts one off. He kisses you first, knowing you’re the neediest one, through his breathy moan while his fingers knead into both of the tits that fill up his palms like plush paradise.
When he motions his lips towards her, you begin rocking yourself over him, positioning your raw clit right where it can roll perfectly to the sway of your hips, and with the first splendid thrust, a sharp squeal leaves your throat. You turn to watch them kiss as the crook of your pelvis also rubs sublime against his hard-on, and your friend follows suit shortly after.
The air around you becomes heavier as a mix of heated huffs and pleasant puffs fill the space with the grinding of three bodies taking place at a single, concentrated point in the room. The weight sinking into the chair drips with sweet sweat and a cacophony of outrageous groans as the creak from the seat is sounding off in a steady rhythm; all to mutual thigh-riding.
Your sultry eyes raise over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of the illuminated monitor processing and scanning through some form of code. Flashes of numbers and letters run rampant along the blue-tinged screen, and you discover that he is, in fact, in the middle of hacking into the Gemini cryptocurrency database’s system. This exact moment, right here, was for him, just a quick intermission while his software worked its magic, waiting on it to clear the way for the next step in the process.
It comes over you that he actually desired—no, needed the coating of your divine juices spread all over his thighs to continue on. It was a determined act, necessary, craving it, like sweet on candy, the two of you cumming all over his legs like a requirement, being the crucially encouraging push he needed, enabling him to calmly and successfully complete this monumental mission.
He could not do this without you.
He needs you and your sweet cunt in order to end this.
K.O.
The realization slaps you giddy with some kind of pride—pride for him, proud for all three of you, in a way you can’t describe. It edges you closer to climax through weighted panting and your eyes shut, head thrown back as you release another thrilled moan.
You’re so close, you’re so close.
The head of his cock is assuredly poking out from the slit in his boxers at present, and it glistens with the ooze of lovely precum. You reach for it as your friend goes to play with his clothed balls, working over the hard tip masterfully, causing his jaw to clench and the muscles in Kenma’s legs to flex under your clit. He begins to bounce his legs, jiggling you both on top of him, knowing the vibration will topple you both to the finish and, he is correct, as ecstatic wailing from your voices bounce off of every wall. He has to get back to work soon and this timing feels just right.
“Cum for me, kittens.” He tenderly commands.
Right at the edge of your shared high, Kenma lightly grips the backs of your necks, giving them a turn so your faces are toward each other. He pushes two pretty skulls together, prompting you to make out with one another as your dual pleasure escalates from the rough thrusting of your slick pussies over his thigh, growing more frenzied by the second.
“Go on. That’s it...” He encourages.
His eyes sear into the sight where your two gorgeous sets of lips meet and his rigid cock throbs at the way they mesh and nip at one another.
With a thunderous wave releasing through you, you succumb to a lavish orgasm while your head is being gently pressed into the face of your beautiful friend. She mewls into your mouth as the same climatic sensation crashes over her, all while her tongue melts into yours.
Once he allows you to pull away and gasp for air, your eyes hazily latch back on to the screen for a moment, watching digits whir by as you ride through your pleasure, unable to help it as you giggle savagely, carefree, your mind swimming in a kind of euphoric mania towards the end of your release.
Fuck, it feels so good to be this criminal.
Kitten ears then softly collide as you both slump over him, fully relaxed, heaving heavily and floating mellowly, one of your hands rests over the rise and fall of his toned chest. From between his index fingers and thumbs he reaches up to cutely rub at the furry, pointed ears atop of your heads before gently brushing his hands over your strands of hair, soothing the two of you. Kenma then dreamily whispers that the time has come for him to get back to work again.
“Kiss me quick.” He breathlessly insists, as his fingertips grip deeply into both outer thighs on either side of his steaming body. Two separate kisses land on his lips and after, your floppy frames dutifully withdraw from his lap and collapse merrily onto the expensively suave rug below.
When your hazy sets of eyes meet at floor-level, you both burst into echoed giggles at one another.
A squeak from the chair hurriedly turns around towards the desk once again.
“You’ll both be taking care of me next, kittens, since after this—we’re gonna be filthy fuckin rich.”
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(liner notes: i would like to make it clear i care so little about holding any kind of power or exorbitant amount of wealth, irl. lol. i’m definitely closer to the mentality of some 1960s, universal care, freedom hippie in my every day life. this is obv. just fiction and probably in the same way i would never ever tolerate misogyny outside the bedroom, this whole thing is just some funky kink or whatever. i think i'm just including this note in because i don't know if i wrote this kind of kink well here or not, but there it is, in all it's silly glory, blep!)
