DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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You tried to hide how surprised you were when you saw the huge house that Kenma lived in. There was a beautiful and also giant garden in front, and a path for the car to make to the garage, which was in the underground part, also giant and there were some other cars there. The house must have had three or four floors, no wonder they all lived together. As soon as you entered, you looked everywhere, only that entrance was two times bigger than your father's house.

You decided to enter the pool, according to him, it was heated. You went up the stairs, Kenma a step below you, as you went up, he stroked the back of your thigh, causing a slight chill in your stomach. You walked down the hall to the last bedroom, where Kenma entered the closet and gave you a black shirt, since you weren't waering a bra, he entered the bathroom and you took off your skirt, leaving only your black lace panties, you took off your crop top and put on his shirt, making a knot and leaving it tied around your waist. Kenma came out of the bathroom shirtless, wearing only black shorts, he had some tattoos on his abdomen and chest. 

—What's your job? - you asked, stepping into the water carefully to not wet the cigarette or the glass of wine you had in hand. The only light that illuminated you were those in the pool, the whole house was off, both inside and outside.

—Hm... in a company of... sales. - you laughed.- clearly you knew what he was working on, but neither you nor he would bring it up in a direct way.

—What type of sales? - Kenma was leaning on the edge in front of you. He had his eyes fixed on you.

—Don't force it, Y/N... - He laughed weakly, shaking his head a little, getting a laugh from you too.

—Okay, okay... - You sighed, taking a drag on your cigarette. - But what do you do in this....company?

—I'm from the IT side... I can't explain in detail, but anyway, basically I'm at the computer all day. Not that it bother me much.- He shrugged, taking a drag on his cigarette too. - What do you study at college?

—Graphic design. It wasn't my first choice, but I kind of like it.

—And what was the first one?

—Being an heiress, but it didn't happen. - Kenma rolled his eyes, letting out a low laugh, but nice to hear. You thought his smile was beautiful. - The first was to be an artist.

—You paint?

—Uhm. With oil paint, but I stopped a year ago.

—Why?

—College. And kind of my inspiration went away too.

—Oh... I understand. - Kenma sighed. - Where you live? With your parents?

—I currently live in college. My parents are not together and I wanted to get out of my father's house as soon as possible.

—Don't you get along with him?

—I didn't know I had come for an interrogation. - you mocked.

—Sorry, sometimes I get curious beyond normal.

—Do I make you curious? - You arched your eyebrows, but laughed soon after, changing the subject. - And your parents?

— I haven't talked to them for a while. - He shrugged. Kenma dove into the water, returning to the surface, wiping the excess water from his hair starting to approach you slowly.

—And isn't it... bad sharing a house?

—The house is huge, we rarely see each other in here, so I don't care. - as he got closer, his voice seemed to get lower and lower, already close enough, he put his hands on her waist, running his nails lightly on the spot.

You didn't say anything else and even couldn't , you got a funny feeling of butterflies in your stomach with his hands on you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Kenma lowered his hands to your thighs and made you intertwine them around his waist, making both bodies fit perfectly. Without delay, you glued both lips together, initiating a slow and intense kiss, your tongues moved in perfect sync, you scratched the back of Kenma's neck and he had both hands firmly on the sides of your thigh, squeezing them.

Kenma kissed your jaw, trailing to your neck. His right hand slid down to your panties, playing with the fabric, making contact with your intimacy quickly. You moaned low in his ear when you felt him stimulate you, sinking two fingers into your entrance at once, causing you to feel a wonderful sensation of pleasure, along with the cold feeling in your stomach.

—KENMA! IN THE POOL??? WHAT THE FUCK

You quickly walked away upon hearing Kuroo's voice, Kenma snorted irritated, loosening the knot on your shirt and pulling it down, pulling you out of his lap. The underside of the house lit up, along with the underside of the pool, lighting you two up. Needed me, Rihanna, echoed through the house at an enormous volume, everyone who was once at the bar, now was in the house. Kuroo had an amused smile on his lips and stared at you two with his arms crossed. 

—Couldn't do it faster, Y/N? - Akaashi mocked when he saw you, you answered him with the middle finger.

—We'll probably have to leave the city so no one can interrupt us. - You joked with Kenma, making him laugh.

—Next time we'll do it then. - Kenma came out of the pool, you remained there since Akaashi had entered, so you were talking to him.

—Kaashi, are you sure you don't want to date me? - You said running your eyes over your friend's body.

—Y/N, next time I'll drown you. And you and Kozume? Are you two serious?

—Serious? We hooked up twice, Kaashi. You know what your boyfriend works with, right?

—He's not my boyfriend... yet. And of course I know, how do you think I met him, Y/N?

—And you didn't tell me, you fucker?

— I knew you were smart enough to find out.

You rolled your eyes, continuing the subject. Kenma was sitting on the edge of the pool, a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. You checked out him with your eyes, until he noticed, grinning lewdly at you, and you let out a low laugh. Akaashi raised his eyebrows, staring at you, rolling his eyes shortly after.

You guys stayed outside until almost 3:00 am, at which point you felt so drunk you could barely think anymore, you'd had too many glasses of wine. Akaashi gave you a bath, where he cursed you more than anything else, since you didn't stay quiet, you put on a Koutaro shirt and the brunette put you to sleep in one of the guest rooms, letting you know that he would sleep with Bokuto, you just grumbled anything, covering up to the head.

—Kaashi, I thought you weren't going to sleep with me. - you said, turning around when you felt the other side of the bed sink, coming face to face with Kenma.

—You're not Kaashi.

—No, Y/N, I'm not. - Kenma laughed weakly. - I came to see if you're alright.

—I'm great. Better now with you here. - you approached him, Kenma was holding a laugh with your awkward speech. - I don't think we need to leave the city now.

—You can't do anything, Y/N. I just came to see how are you, I'm going go back to my room.

—Why?! Stay here, the bed is big. - you snuggled closer to near him.

Kenma found the contact a little strange, he wasn't a person of such affection, especially with someone he knew so little, But in a matter of seconds you were already sleeping soundly, and even though he didn't admit it, the heat of your body was comfortable, so he lay there, not moving until he fell asleep either.

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Hiiii, how are you?

Can someone explain to me the difference between hook up and make out?