𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

✦・60

[unedited]
[a/n: literally in a kenma brainrot season help]

"Good boy" you fit the curve of his chin in your hand this time

"..stop calling me that" his face was so shamefully red with fluster, your words making it harder for him to hold onto his usual calm composure. You tugged at his hair a bit, partly because you liked seeing his hair held back and partly because you just couldn't stand the feeling of his cock tunneling inside of you.

"You don't have to de—Ah aha..okay!" you voice grows shaky, your lips shut into a wobbly line while you writhe "you don't have to deny it though" you chuckle back pleasured stutters, he seemed to thrust harder when you teased "I know you love it—look your face is all red"

"My face isn't red" dreamy eyes, he hardly looks like he wanted to fight you yet here he was refusing all you attempts to dominate him. He reacted nicely to you gliding your fingertips up the plain of his stomach, shuddering at your will. But that didn't seem to be enough to break him.

"Oh so I'm just colorblind now?" You question "C'mon, you can't lie—it's good isn't it?" You batt your eyes up at him in attempts to mock him

But honestly, toying with him was a bit tricky when he was the one on top.

He draws back a bit, panting like being this close to you was muddling up his brain "you can't just shut up? For two seconds" you had forgotten the feeling of actual emptiness until he pulled out, leaving you twitching for more. He cusses, concentrating all that spiked frustration on sliding his dick between your folds so fast you can't think straight.

"I could, but then you'd be having too much fun" you fight the urge to grab him and slide him back in yourself. Instead you find your hand tightening around his wrist but that doesn't really do anything other than quicken his pace "why would I..." you're caught on a breath for a moment, feeling yourself start to give in—the grip you had on his flickering wrist growing dull "..why would I give you what you want?" You feel his veins pulsing against your skin, his wrist barely bumping against the meat of your thighs as he drives his dick between your legs, occasionally touching his tip to your hole just to piss you off.

It was a messy process to say the least, you were honestly surprised the sheets hadn't been ruined entirely.  Against your will, your back arches a bit. You can't help but squirm a bit, heat pulsing through you as he spread his fingers around your pussy, practically exploring at this point.

"You said it yourself I'm a 'good boy'" he echoes that title sarcastically but you're sure he means what he says by the way he's working you "so treat me like one"

"Oh so you're warming up to the name?"

"I'm warming up to you screaming it, but sure" he rolls his eyes, plunging right back into you without warning—stretching you worse than before.

"mm damn, you're so.." his voice is sweet raspy when he's inside, selfishly bucking his hips "fuck.." he looks away with a pitiful chuckle, struggling to get used to you clenching around him. How cute.

"You alright up there pretty boy?" you fit your palm against his heated skin, the bed frame starting to lightly bump the wall as he poured all his energy into fucking you right. Your body took in his length without complaint.

"Ah..uh-huh" he pushes his face into your hand, too overcome with pleasure to manage anything else really. You never minded being the one on the bottom but with him moaning like this it almost felt like you were still on top. "Y/N?"

"Yup" your voice shakes as you lock your fingers around his arms, the ones so faithfully holding him up. Feeling on his arms for support

"Remind me how I ended up like this?" He doesn't really wait for an answer, finding refuge just at the base of your neck