DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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Kenma's room was a little bigger than yours, in fact, almost twice the size. The walls were black and he had an LED strip that surrounded the entire room, at the moment, the chosen color was red. A double bed in the middle and a desk with a computer and three monitors. You had been there before, but you hadn't paid attention to the details, his room was beautiful, even if it didn't have that much decoration. 

You heard the key being turned three times in the door and soon you felt Kenma's hands on your waist again, holding you against his body, he used one to push your hair away from your neck, where he deposited some wet kisses, which made all your body shiver. The hashish effect on your body seemed to be at its peak, you seemed to float, it was a funny feeling

—Will we not have to leave the city this time? 

—Nope. My phone is off and I locked the door.

—Great, and I have no idea where my cell phone is.

Kenma laughed weakly, pulling away and taking off the shirt he was wearing, you turned to him, putting both lips together and starting a kiss a little hasty, Kenma ran his hand down your back to your ass, giving it some light slaps there and some squeezing. He guided you to the bed, sitting down and making you sit on top of him, with one leg on each side, without taking your mouths apart.

The kiss seemed to intensify with every second and Kenma's hands were squeezing your body more and more firmly and forcefully. The music playing in the house was a little more muffled, but you could still hear go f*ck yourself, two feet, perfectly. Kenma tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling them a little to give a hickey on your neck, taking a weak moan from you. 

His hands rushed to take off your dress and throw it in any corner of the room, he moistened his lips seeing your breasts completely exposed and didn't take long to grab one of them, making circular movements with his tongue while maintaining eye contact with you. You pulled away, unbuttoning the jeans he was wearing and taking them off along with his boxers and stood up, kneeling on the floor. 

—Hold my hair.

Kenma nodded, soon you felt his two hands pulling your hair together and he just held it in a tail in his right hand. You held the base of his already hard member, running your tongue all over the glans, drawing a husky groan from him. You started sucking slowly, putting it in your mouth as you did and increasing the speed little by little, Kenma pulled your hair every time you put a little more pressure and you were loving hearing the low moans he made, making you even more excited .

—Get up here, I don't want to come now. - He said, a little breathless, you nodded, getting up and taking off your panties, returning to his lap. 

Kenma glued your lips to his again, your tongues moved sensually in each other's mouths, even a little desperate. Both intimacies brushed against each other and neither you nor he could stand it any longer. He reached out, grabbing a condom from the corner table and then unzipping it, rolling it all over his cock.

—I want you to sit for me. - He whispered in your ear, placing a few kisses on your neck soon after. You did as he asked, fit your entrance, wiggling slowly before you had him completely inside you. Kenma didn't have the patience to wait, grabbed your waist and forced your down, drawing a groan from you. 

—No jokes, Y/N.

You chuckled, starting to wiggle and getting a groan out of him. Kenma had both hands on your waist, which from time to time would slap your ass or thighs. Your hips started moving faster as time went on, moving up and down as fast as you could, even though your legs were already weakening a little, you didn't want to stop now.

 Kenma noticed that you were getting tired, so he reversed positions, kissing you deeply before going back inside you. He draped your legs over his shoulder, and he sank his dick into you in one fell swoop, pulling a sly moan from your mouth. He was thrusting deep and as hard as he could, even with the Swin, Chase Atlantic, playing, the only thing you could hear now was your bodies colliding with all their strength and your groans out of step. 

He was lying more and more on top of you, managing to go deeper. Kenma was leaning on the bed with one hand and holding the headboard tightly with the other. Your hands were clasped behind his back, nails digging into his skin and clawing at it as he moved. He hit directly at your g-spot, you stayed in that position long enough for both of you to reach your peaks together. Kenma came out of you, burying his face in the bend of your neck.

You hugged him, trying to catch your uncontrolled breathing. You stayed like that for a while, until he got up and went to the bathroom, returning only with a black boxer shorts and a wine colored shirt in hand, handing you over. You thanked him and dressed it, then went to the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. You thought Kenma just wasn't there anymore or that he was getting ready to go down to the party again, but he was still in his underwear, lying on the bed with cell phone, blocking the device when he saw you. 

—Do you want to stay here or do you want to come down? - He asked looking at you. You were surprised. It wasn't customary for the boys you had sex with to wait for you, much less sleep with you.

—I thought about sleeping. But if you want to come back, I don't care. - you said, lying down next to him. 

—Thats ok, I don't want to.

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You were already in your dorm again, Kenma had taken you. You slept together all night and as much as you didn't care if he was gone, you couldn't deny that your heart was softened by the fact that he stayed with you all night. You rummaged through yachi's closet, looking for something decent, but you couldn't find anything.

—Seriously, Yacchan, you look like a mother. How old are you, 50?

—Moron. - she grumbled.

—I think this one is great. - you pulled out a baby pink dress, it was short and tight, it would look great on her.

—Too short.

—Exactly. That's the point. - you threw the garment at her. - Now get dressed, baby, I'll do your makeup.

Yachi snorted, nodding. You also went to pick out your outfit, but it was quick. You took a leather skirt, a black lacy crop top and a black boots. You did your usual makeup, concealer there and here to hide imperfections, powder, black eyeshadow anyway, mascara and a reddish gloss. In Yachi you did your best, made a lighter makeup that matched her better. 

You were looking forward to tonight, and you knew you had a reason. Even though you didn't want to admit it, you were more anxious to see Kenma again than anything else. You didn't know why, but each day that passed, he became even more fixated on your mind.