The rain continued to pour down as lightning would lit the sky once in a while, but the thunder didn't follow. The temperature gradually cools down as the downpour did not show any sign of subsiding any time soon.

But in contrast to the cold atmosphere outside, your whole body felt hot, so hot you felt like you were having a really high fever. You really thought you were running high on fever, or high on endorphins as Kenma continued to suck on your bosom, you can feel his sharp canines grazing your already hardened bud as you unconsciously let out a moan.

"K-Kenma..." you managed to let out as he looked up at you for a second. "W-We're in a park...a-and there are p-people..."

"Why?" Kenma asked as he raise his eyebrow. "Do you feel excited knowing that there are people outside the car?"

"N-No..." you muttered and your cheeks reddened. Rather than excited, you were a little embarrassed and Kenma can see that.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's raining, there are no people around the area."

You look out the tinted window briefly and true to what Kenma said, there isn't anyone around, even though it's near the park. Since the rain continued to pour, the people hurried up to book a taxi or board a bus.

"Kiska, can you suck it?" Kenma asked and you were briefly pulled out from your short reverie as you looked back only to come face to face with his...well with his erect member as your eyes widen.

"S-Suck that?" you asked slowly before you averted your gaze to the side, your lips in a slight pout. "But I...don't think I know how to...do it properly."

The red tint on your cheeks became more visible and your expression looked adorable that Kenma just wanted to shove it right there and then. But instead, he held your face and made you look at him.

"Open your mouth, kiska," he said and you did.

Kenma suddenly shove two fingers in your mouth all the way down your throat and you almost gagged but he slowly pulled his fingers back a little.

"Use your tongue," he instructed. "And wrap it around my fingers in a circular motion."

You just follow what he's saying and Kenma held himself back. "Like that...good, kiska. Careful with your incisors and canines, you don't want to graze my shaft with your teeth."

As you continued to wrap your tongue around his fingers, Kenma slowly pulled his fingers out from your mouth, you felt the inside of your mouth salivating and a second later his fingers that were in your mouth were replaced by his member.

"There...just like that," Kenma said as you continued to suck him off.

"Watch your teeth," he reminded you.

Kenma sighed for a second as he closed his eyes, succumbing to the pleasure before he held the headrest to support himself up with his arm while his other arm found its way on your head.

"It seems like you learn quite fast," Kenma said but you can barely hear him as you focus on what you were doing.

You felt him throb and you tasted something salty, you were about to lean your head back because it seem like Kenma was about to go over the edge but you felt his hand at the back of your head.

"Just keep on sucking it, kiska," he said and you couldn't really exactly move when you felt him thrust deeper in your mouth.

You felt it trickle down and you can taste it in your mouth as you had no choice but to swallow, when Kenma pulled out, he let out some of the excess on your face and you instinctively close your eyes before you blinked them open and look at Kenma's flush face.

"Good girl," he said before he wiped the mess on your face licking them off before he leaned to kiss you.

"Was that your first?" Kenma asked when he leaned out and you weakly nodded. "Alright then, it's the kiska's turn now."

"What?" you asked and you realized that Kenma used that word in a different context, remembering what it meant. It meant kitten and – at the thought of the other word your face heat up.

"What? You thought we're already done?"

"B-But..." you looked around. "There isn't...enough space," you muttered lowly.

Even though the seat is already adjusted back, it still felt a little cramped and it made you feel a little uncomfortable. Though the feeling between your thighs is no less uncomfortable, if anything it's becoming more unbearable as the seconds passed.

"Then, should we switch position?"

Kenma didn't let you answer as he switched your positions, it's now you that's straddling his waist, your knees propped on the seat while Kenma's hands held your hips, you can feel his member near your heat. You looked down for a second before Kenma lifted your chin and sealed your lips with his, pushing his tongue inside your mouth almost instantly to stimulate you.

When he leaned back, Kenma started sucking on your neck, leaving marks that would last for days. You can feel him near your entrance and you really wanted him in, but you suddenly realized something.

"Kenma, aren't we forgetting something?" you asked and you looked down again.

"What?"

Kenma's hands that were holding your waist slowly pulled you down as you felt the tip rubbed your entrance.

"W-Wait, Kenma," you said but he's still lowering you down. "You forgot to put the condo—ah!"

You gasped when you felt him inside you, all the way in as you trembled and hold on to him, your hands gripping on his shirt as Kenma bit his tongue from cussing. Your forehead pressed on his shoulder as you tried to breathe in and out. It felt like for a second it came up your throat.

"N-No..." you muttered. "Pull i-it out. You're not wearing protection."

"It's fine," Kenma said.

"No, it's n-not—"

"I'll pull out later," he cut you off, holding your face as he made you look at him, he brushed your hair behind your ear, his thumb wiping the tears the trickled down the side of your eyes.

"Besides, it's too late to pull out now, kiska."

Kenma looked at you, his golden hues holding the same glint as when you used to remember them whenever he's doing a stream, but this one is more prominent and you can see his flushed face more clearly without any mask obscuring half of his face.

"It feels a lot better inside without that damn rubber," he continued. "It's so warm inside you, do you know that?"

"B-But...it's really d-dangerous."

Kenma brushed some strands of your hair off your shoulder and planted a kiss on your bare shoulder blade before he leaned in to whisper.

"Sometimes a little danger will make things more exciting."

Kenma was never really a fan of taking risk, everything he does is calculated, planned ahead. But sometimes, on rare occasion, he let instinct be in control.

"Look, you find this really stimulating, don't you, kiska?" Kenma asked. "Just look how much your walls tighten around my shaft."

In no time, you succumb to pleasure, not even bothering to say anything else and the only sounds that came from your lips are moans and his name. It felt different than before, different but you knew is more dangerous.

But you let go of any rational thoughts almost right away, when Kenma started moving. It wasn't even your first time, the place isn't even as half comfortable as when you had to do it while standing, but the fact that you can feel him without anything around his shaft felt incredibly more stimulating. The way it rubbed bare within your walls, the way your hips would move in synch with his.

You couldn't think straight, you couldn't think of anything else. You didn't even remember him pulling out. Everything just felt too surreal and sensual.

The continuous downpour from earlier slowly subsided as your body fell on Kenma's chest.

"Are you tired?" he asked and you mumbled a reply as you slowly nodded your head. "Then get some rest."

He lowered you down on the seat, pulling your shirt down as he cleaned you up before pulling his spare hood from the back as he wrapped it around your lower body. You felt his lips brushing your head before you closed your already tired eyelids.

The car lulled you to a dreamless slumber almost instantly right after.

---

Another week had gone by, Kenma has always picked you up from the University and you got used to it. You thought how sweet it is for him to save some of his time to wait for your lectures to end. You really had no idea that he's doing that to keep an eye on you, he still hates it when other guys hang around you, regardless of who it was.

But today, as your last lecture ended, you got a LINE message from Kenma. This time, unlike last week, Kenma said he couldn't pick you up. You sent him a reply saying it's fine, and that you'll go straight back to the unit.

Kenma was really planning to pick you up but on his way to your University, he received an email from that company asking him if he can meet them at a restaurant around Shinjuku. Kenma doesn't want to go, but the email has urgent written all over it and he knew it would be something about the contract.

Even though he can drive all the way to Shinjuku, he might get stuck in traffic on his way back since it's Friday. And Kenma doesn't want you to wait for too long, it was better that you replied saying you would go straight home.

After around twenty minutes, Kenma got to a Chinese restaurant and put a black face mask before going in, asking the host for a reservation and Kenma was led to a private room where two men around their late sixties sat. The ones who run that company, Kenma has met them twice before.

"You're here," one of them greeted.

Kenma sat across them, there were food and drinks on the table but Kenma didn't touch any. He just want to get this over with.

"I'm not renewing my contract," Kenma said just before one of the men could take the paper out of a case.

"But both of us get the benefits," one of them said, a lame argument, Kenma thought.

"Yeah, I don't really care," Kenma said. "I'm so fed up with it anyways. One more week and I'm done with this. I didn't breach any term and conditions anyways."

That's right, Kenma thought, breaking even one condition in that contract means that he will have no choice if they want to renew his contract for another year. He read everything down from the last words so Kenma knew.

"Fine," the man holding the paper said as he put it inside. At least these old men knew not to force the matter into Kenma. "But if you change your mind, you can contact us any time."

"Sure," Kenma muttered, as if that's ever going to happen, he thought. Not when he's no longer bored with things happening in his life right now. "If you don't have anything else to say, I'll excuse myself."

Kenma stood up, and even if he talks a little rudely, he still addressed the two men with a little respect as elder and Kenma bowed before he turned around.

He was about to slid the door open when one of them spoke.

"Oh, by the way, one of the guys in our site said he's going to pay you a visit at your new apartment unit."

Kenma has at least two things he didn't quite like with what the old man said.

First, a guy who is also a streamer from that site is going to pay Kenma a visit.

Second, he knew Kenma moved in to a new apartment unit.

Kenma knew who exactly the man was talking about. The same guy whom Kenma met a few weeks ago in Mori Tower, the same guy who knew Kenma streaming in that site.

Kenma didn't know he'd go to this extent to tick him off but one thing is certain, Kenma is definitely pissed off. He didn't even care if he sped through the street of Tokyo and back to Minato, almost going over the speed limit as he got to the apartment building in minutes.

When Kenma arrived, and as he opened the door, he knew he's too late. Because placed on the side of the hallway is a man's sneakers and Kenma knew that guy is already here, for how long Kenma has no idea.

A/n: As a thank you gift since this book reached 200k reads, I published the new Kenma x Reader fanfic I've been talking about before, don't forget to check out "Painkiller" on my profile.