𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

✦・18

warning !!
smut 2/2
[I still don't know how to write smut 💀💀]
[super unedited lol]

—"fuck, that hurts" Kenma writhes beneath you, trapped.

You giggle against his skin leaving a pretty display of bite marks on him "good"

You were trying to paint him in bruises before the end of the night.

Your little..meet up had slowly shifted to the blondie's room—specifically on his sheets.

Very messy sheets.

You had him pinned, claiming your throne atop his hard dick print as you felt up and down the skin you intended to use every inch of. He was already winded by your sudden surge in dominance, driving his nails into the duvet to maybe ease the feeling of your soft and mocking words against each bruise you left on his collarbones.

You were nice enough to let him find his own trail against your skin, gliding the pads of his fingers along your body and quietly accepting the level of taunting you were doing.

Well actually he wasn't that quiet.

Kenma doesn't quite remember how he ended up getting himself in such a compromising state—a trail of saliva dragging across the side of his face as you press yet another unapologetic kiss onto his lips.

Every flick of your hips gets him all..excited. It's not a familiar feeling for the boy.

"You aren't tired yet are you? Would be a shame really.." you turned that same forced sympathy on him, the kind he was mocking you with mere moments earlier. You let a hand run right beneath you, pushing into the solid bulge that pulsed against his boxers mercilessly.

"I haven't even done anything yet" you snicker knowing that was a bold faced lie.

Below you, you can feel him shudder, the hand pressed onto his chest feeling just how shaken his body was just from your touch.

"You didn't wanna feel inside before you tapped out?" You frown mockingly, leaned up close just so he'd remember this once in a lifetime opportunity. You'd leave the memory loud and clear too.

that dazed look of his doesn't slip past your attention, even in the low lighting. The heated air was clouded in needy breaths.

He looks up at you with thoes amber eyes—a gaze you start to giggle at.

But out of retaliation his fingers latch onto your bare hips, forcing friction between you and his clothed cock.

"Eager aren't we? Did that thought get you scared, pretty boy?" With one of your shimmering nails you lift a fallen strand of hair from before his face, relishing in the feeling of his dick twitching between your thighs. "Not being able to play with me?" You pout

"Aren't you the one playing with me?" He breathes heavy, his eyes narrowed. He was getting a taste of his own medicine, except when you were in charge you'd go all out.

"Yes, yes I am" you smirk "now tell me, what is it you want me to do to you?" With your bare chest now pressed against his shirt his fingers inch up the curve of your spine and to the back of your neck in a swift motion, he pushes your face towards his.