𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 [Kenma x Reader]

D𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 ⌫

⋆Sculpture "La notte", by Hendrik Andersen

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We brought my car to the party and Kuroo and whose-name-is-unknown-to-me joined us.

Me and Kenma are chilling on the couch, Kuroo and whose-name-is-unknown-to-me are making out.

Kenma refuses to have a drink.

"Come on, a party like this isn't enjoyable without the alcohol." I try convincing him to have a little sip of my drink.

"No, I don't want to. Besides, who's gonna drive us home if you're drunk?" He refuses.

"You really think I'm getting drunk with one single drink?" I ask him and he shrugs. I give up on trying to get him to drink and lay back on the couch.

A few drinks after (I decided to let go a bit, since Kenma volunteered to drive) I am dancing with a random person who is too cute to be alone.

I never bothered to learn their name - too drunk to care. We're both laughing and jumping around holding each other. Until, finally, we start kissing.

My fun is ruined when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I pull my lips away from their neck to look at whoever destroyed the moment.

"I think we should leave." Kenma says.

I laugh at him. "Why would we? Just join us." I invite and try to pull him close to us.

"Y/n, they have a boyfriend. And he's not too happy about this." He says pointing with his eyes to a guy standing in a corner giving us dirty looks.

"He seams like a shitty boyfriend and they deserve some fun, why not give it to them. He can't make them cum, I'm sure of that. I, on the other hand..." I let Kenma finish the sentence in his head.

Kenma shakes his head and looks back to the guy with fear in his eyes. I take a glance at the guy and he's putting his drink down and walking towards us with psychotic eyes.

This was the moment I knew, I fucked up.
I grab Kenma's hand and make a run for it.

We get in my car and Kenma starts driving.
I start laughing like a maniac while the guy yells at us from the porch of the house. I show him my middle finger through the opened window.

"What part of this is funny to you?" He asks.

"The party was lame, I had to spice it up a little."

"And put yourself in danger?"

"Danger fears me." I say still laughing.

Kenma gives up on the lecture and just asks me for my address.

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We're sitting in my kitchen floor drinking something that was way better than whatever it is I drank at the party.

I look over to Kenma. He's already looking at me with pink cheeks and a smile.

"You're drunk already?" I ask.

"NO!" He yells in a high pitched voice.

I laugh and let my head rest on his lap. He takes a sip from that delicious drink and gives me some more of it too.

We kept talking about the most random topics we could think of and laughing for nothing at all.

In between the laughs we have a moment of silence, which Kenma uses to give me a kiss.

I kiss back.

I take my head away from his lap and position myself on his thighs with each leg on either side of him.

I'm not very aware of my surroundings anymore. Maybe it's the alcohol which we can taste on each other's lips. Maybe it's the feeling of his touch on my body, of his soft lips on my own, sucking a little bit of skin whenever they left my lips but stayed pressed against my cheeks, neck or collarbone.

I have my hands going from his chest to his nape, alternately. Just like his hands go from my thighs to my lower back, alternately. Him always trying to pull me closer to him, me copying his intentions.

We play around with each other's lips; biting, licking, kissing.

We pause for a moment to look at one another. Both our eyes say the same thing.

We get up and walk to my bedroom. We don't bother closing the door due to our impatience. Not that it's important anyways, we're the only ones in the apartment.

I lay on the bed. He lifts me just enough to remove my clothes and I help him get rid of his as well.

We're now both laying on my bed, feeling the warmth of each other's skins. The kisses never stop, they simply become more intense.

His hands roam all over my body, along with his lips.

He occasionally finds certain spots that make me moan or gasp  and he decides to pay especial attention to them.

Soon enough the room was filled with passionate, deep and satisfying sighs as we pleasured one another.

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