DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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—How about you introduce me to your friend over there, hm?

—Ouch!- Kuroo laughed, moving away from you a little. - Could have been a little delicate, no?

—My bad. - You laughed along with him. - It was not my intention to be rude.

—I'm kidding, you need more than that to offend me. - said convinced, you just rolled your eyes.-Who are you talking about?

—From that one. - You pointed at the boy from before.

—Kenma! Uh... he's difficult, [Name]. - Kuroo laughed, seeing you raise your eyebrows. - I will introduce you, come on.

—Yay! Thanks kitten.

—Call me that one more time and I'm not taking you to Kenma.- You laughed, shaking your head. - Kyanma! - He said in a high tone when you approached, the almost blonde looked at him bored.

—What's it? I'm already leaving.

—No way. I want to introduce you to someone. This is Y/N... just Y/N. - Kuroo looked at you with a smile on his face, you returned the same. - And Y/N, this is Kenma Kozume.

Kenma looked at him and then looked at you, from head to toe, his eyes slowly rolled over every inch of your body and face. If you hadn't been... you would surely have been intimidated by the boy's gaze. The boy lit another cigarette, you ran your eyes over him too, he was only wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and black pants, along with black sneakers on his feet. Kenma had his left ear full of earrings and piercings, dark circles under his eyes and smelled of tobacco, not so different from you.

—What does she need? I don't have much here with me.

—Good luck.- Kuroo whispered in your ear before leaving, you let go a sigh. Kenma stared at you indifferently.

—Then...? he asked, referring to the first question.

—You. - you said simply, with a lascivious smile on your face.

—Oh, I understood. - Kenma smiled minimally, letting out a small laugh.- I was going to the rooftop, smoke. - said in small breaks.- Wanna go?

—I would love.

Kenma nodded, indicating with his head that you were supposed to follow him and so you did. You waved at Kiyoko and Alisa, they both just laughed at you. Kenma opened a white door, which led to a small hallway, with an elevator there. The white light let you see him better, you could now see how handsome Kenma was. His hair looked better than yours and he had practically golden eyes, you were sure to get lost in them. The boy pressed the button, causing the metal door to open and the two of you to enter.

You wondered how a building like this still had an elevator, but never mind, it was none of your business. After they reached the top floor, they went up a flight of stairs and Kenma opened the door, allowing you to go out onto the rooftop. There was nothing special, it was just some rooftop. The two of you leaned against the edge, a few inches away from each other. You liked being there, you could see the whole street busy with people and the music, not so loud but still being heard.

—You smoke? he said, taking a pack of traditional marlboro from his pocket.

—Yeah, but I have mine.- you took your pack, the golden one and placed between your lips.- Can I borrow the lighter?

Kenma nodded and you approached, staying millimeters away from him, you made eye contact all the time, while he lit the lighter and you took a small drag to light your cigarette. Your left hand held the cigarette, but you didn't move away from Kenma and neither did he move away from you.

You took another small step forward, your lips brushed his, Kenma slid his hands from your thigh, to your waist, gluing your bodies together. He glued both lips together once and for all, asking for passage with the tongue that was given up at the same time by you. The kiss was slow and overflowed with ulterior motives. The half blond's hands roamed over your thighs, squeezing and scratching them now and then.

Kenma grabbed your waist, sitting you on the edge, getting between your legs. You laced your hands around his neck and he held your thighs tightly. The kiss intensified, you scratched the back of his neck and he pressed his skin. The boy's kisses went down to your neck, sucking, biting and kissing your skin, making you let out a low moan of pain, but at the same time, pleasure.

You tangled his hair in your fingers, pulling his face close again and kissing him again. Your intimacies brushed against each other, you could already feel him hard, then your hands went down to the button of the boy's black pants, opening it with a little difficulty. You were about to slide your hand inside when his phone started to ring, causing him to walk away.

—Holy shit. - he grumbled. - Hello? - He said putting the phone to his ear. Kenma walked away, buttoning his pants again.

You huffed in stress, getting off the edge and straightening your clothes. Kenma spoke firmly to whoever was on the cell phone, even getting exalted in a few times. You finished smoking your cigarette, which was halfway through and you had barely put it in your mouth, as you hadn't had time for it. Kenma hung up the phone, with a clearly stressed expression.

—I need to go. - he said, approaching. - Come on, I'll accompany you downstairs.

—Okay.. - You followed him one more time, following the same path they did to arrive. When he dropped you off on the party floor, he put his hand on the elevator door, preventing it from closing.- Don't want to give me your number? - you asked before leaving. Kenma let a small laugh.

—I'm in a bit of a hurry. But I'll see you again, Y/N.

You got out of the elevator, you were going to say something, but Kenma had already pressed one of the buttons and the door had closed. You were a little in disbelief, it had been a good few years since you'd been dumped this indirectly and even more after kissing the person. You opened the door, walked through it and closed it, seeing the place as before as it was when you left. You looked around the room for your friends, seeing Alisa making out madly with some boy you didn't know and Kiyoko talking to Mika, then you went to her.

—Guys, I think I'm not a good kisser. - you said.

—Huh? What do you mean, crazy? - Mika asked.

—I just kissed a boy and he dumped me a little indirect. Kiyoko, kiss me and confirm it.

—I swear to God, Y/N, I've said several other times that I'm not making out with you.

—Just because you're in love with Yachi doesn't mean you can't kiss me too. - you gave the girl a wink. - I'm going to get drunk to forget how I got dumped, excuse me.

You went to the bar, having two shots of tequila in a row. You didn't want to admit it, but the boy was an incredibly good kisser and you still felt aroused remembering his touch on your body. You were stressed that he didn't want more, but there was nothing to do, it was just one more, from a random party you went to. Nothing much. You sure as hell wouldn't remember him tomorrow.

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