You bite my lip just for the taste You're on your knees, I'm on the case You take the heat and with such grace You say, "We're done," but here you stay

Kenma had always been quiet, stoic, and cold — that's what he had shown off to almost everyone. But for some reason, you're in a casual relationship with him. You never took him as a person who'd be willing to be in certain circumstances.

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits Not tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the back Just so you don't get attached

You find yourself in his apartment, panting heavily as you sat on his lap. Your hand on his messy hair. Your other thumb grazes the smudged lipstick on the corner of his lips, trying to clean him up.

Crap. You thought, pulling away from him.

His golden gaze never left you. His eyes always so calculating. He was always so quiet that it makes you nervous sometimes.

Do I stress you out? Can I help you out? Does it turn you on when I turn you around? Can we make a scene? (Scene) Can you make it loud? (Loud) 'Cause I'm so proud, baby, I'm so proud of you

Kenma stared at you. It looked like his mind was reeling about something. But you didn't want to stick around and find out what he was thinking. So, you grabbed your things, implying that you needed to go.