𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

✦・36

[smut]

"god you're so loud" his giggle isn't something you hear often but it's isn't something you can enjoy because the only thing you're brain is allowing you to pin point is the way the pace of his fingers changes every time you make a noise.

"you can be a little louder can't you?" just when you think he's showing you even the slightest bit of mercy he hooks his fingers, dragging them along so slow that it's agonizing—so abruptly speeding up just after.

You fight to muffle everything in you, searching for something to sink your nails into to maybe calm yourself down but the neck tie from his school uniform wrapped around your wrists doesn't leave for much room for movement. He had you tethered to his bed frame.

"Ah, no—open" he picks up on the way you go about pressing your mouth shut every time a sound threatens to escape. He's grabbing onto your face when he speaks "You don't want me to stop do you?"

He shakes your head for you knowing that pitifully dazed looking was all he was gonna get.

"Yeah that's what I thought, so keep making those pretty sounds for me and I might let you come again"

"Ugh..fuck why are you going faster" you try to cover your eyes, being hindered by the firm restraint still snugly fit around your wrists. if you could, you'd be pushing your palms against your face.

You're too quiet, he goes faster.

you're too loud, oh you bet he's about to go faster.

You literally can't win this game. He's positioned between you, sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. One thigh on either side of him as you're forced to simply lay back an pray you don't make a fool of yourself.

The swift motion of his wrist is only motivated by you're cries and pleas, driven faster when you can do nothing but breath out his name

"Kenma—fuck it's too much" you hiccup, pulling up on the tie keeping you bound

"You want it to stop? You want it slower?" All these questions that you could just barely answer

"No please..keep..ngh keep going" startled by the thought of being deprived by the miracles he was working into your cunt, you mumble out dizzy requests for more while his free hand follows the way your back lifts, pleased that it's at his own will that you're back is arching

He gently traces his name his name on your spine with one hand, filling you with his fingers with the other.

"Lift your hips for me—there we go" he smiles "you're taking it so good, you think you deserve to come now, princess?"

"Who you calling pri..ah okay I'm sorry damn" and just like that your loosing your train of thought in the mist clouding your brain, everything's blurry. He's digging deeper, his knuckles just barely touching you.

"You we're saying something? I'm sorry I didn't hear you" he says it so low, looking genuine at first but the very moment you try to answer it's clear he was taunting you.

"Ke—Ngh! That's t..that's so" it was mean but it's not like you could express it, tripping over your words.

"Ohhh...that's right you're getting stuffed with how many fingers?" He asks "go ahead and count—you can count them for me right?" He tilts head, hooded eyes meeting yours