Kenneth Michael Allen.

Professional at work, twat at playtime. Kenny. 22 year old Bartending Irishman thriving in the states. [Independent, Mutli-Universe RP account. May be NSFW at times] Hiatus until further notice.

[bam-sennett]

Sam was plainly gazing over some oranges while she stood in the produce section of Costco, attention not even on the oranges but on something completely different and miles away from reality. She was completely zoned out from real life which when with Kenny, being zoned out was almost as dangerous as jumping out of a plane with out a shoot. That’s what made Kenneth’s mischievous move so effected.   “KENNETH,” The blonde wailed suddenly as an aftermath of being stab in the ass cheek with a cucumber. Dropping all of the oranges that she held but one, Sam swiftly turned on the corner of her heel only to stop in front of Kenny and attempt to lob a fairly hard orange at the Irishman’s head. “You small cocked nit, you didn’t even get my butthole. You stabbed my ass cheek.” 

[kenster-allen]

Kenny wouldn’t be surprised by being smacked in the head with an orange, but he didn’t expect Sam to be so offended by being rammed in the ass by a massive cucumber. Because apparently, in his mind, everyone enjoyed being butt fucked by vegetables. “Ow!” He shrieked in exaggerated agony, not minding the curious on-lookers, more than happy to flaunt the obscure way the pair of them showed their affection for one another. The boorish man-child rubbed at the side of his head, crying out from the abuse that he hadn’t even suffered. Sam had only raised her hand and hadn’t been given the time to smack him with the orange she threatened him with. With the other hand, he brandished the lengthy piece of food that he did not intend to purchase, even though he had just attempted a bit of foreplay with it. “If you’re so disappointed, y’can turn around and let me try again.”

[kenster-allen]

bam-sennett

Kenny was gnawing on his lower lip mischievously as he watched Sam prodding at a few apples and oranges. They never really ate the produce they bought, but it always sat beautifully in a wooden bowl that was constantly sandwiched between take-out containers and pizza boxes. Somehow, the boorish figure managed to pick up a rather large cucumber from the lot of fresh products and approached his girlfriend from behind. With a gesture of his hips and an exaggerated ‘unf!’, he had stabbed Sam right in the behind with the elongated vegetable. The best part was always waiting for Sam’s reaction to one of his many ridiculous antics.

[kenster-allen]

"Oh be quiet! You know you love me!"

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

[kenster-allen]

*silently chants* "kick ass, go to space, represent the human race."

“Please...”

[kenster-allen]

I miss you 3

[kenster-allen]

Come back pls ):

[kenster-allen]

WHERE AR YOU

[kenster-allen]

//I don’t even remember how to RP this mother fucker anymore.

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[bam-sennett]

Samantha felt her stomach peak slightly as Kenny removed his tee shirt and began to fumble with the button of her jeans. His lip bite, the light feeling of his knuckles brushing against her lower abdomen, all of it was making the ocean blue hues of the blonde fog up with a storm of lust for the Irishman. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more static, her fingers were exploring more of his chest, the place between her thighs was becoming warmer. “I want you,” she couldn’t help but breathe out into the air between them as she pressed herself further back into the wall in an attempt to tighten his tautness against her own body. Sam felt almost desperate to be touched in a way that she hadn’t in a while.. or in a couple days at least. Slowly the blondes hands moved themselves away from caressing Kenny’s chest, and instead hooked their extremities around the waist of her pants to aid Kenny in removing them. The paint stained denim fell loosely around her legs after the were yanked over her butt and thighs, the thickest part of the woman. It was then shifted to one ankle and finally discarded to the side before she turned her attention back to the Irishman, eyes still flecked with that inviting lust she had had since he pinned her against the wall. 

[kenster-allen]

Kenneth's breathing grew labored and he seemed to be having the hardest time doing the simplest of task which usually came with such ease. Thankfully, Samantha had taken it upon herself to get rid of those pesky jeans that's sensual hug accentuated her backside and hips. The room would spin with the ardor he felt for the girl currently pinned behind the illuminated Christmas tree. His world was completely enamored by the artist, and his hands couldn't get enough of her curvy frame.They would slither along her sides and hips, occasionally digging his lanky extremities into her supple flesh before grabbing the woman's rounded face to demand the attention that had already been given. Kenneth's lips pressed fully against his lust intoxicated lover's while his waist ground eagerly into hers. No amount of Princess Leia ornaments or tangled lights could distract the male from his primal desire to be one with Samantha. The incredibly rare signs of unarguable need that the woman was exhibiting had been the very detail that drove him into a goddess worshiping frenzy. Shaky hands were now forcing the necessary space between them so Kenny could remove what of his outfit remained, and he had only gotten them to his ankles before he hoisted Samantha up, guiding her thick thighs to fit perfectly around his waist before the barrage of kisses to her neck and chest began.

[kid]

[go0dvibes-420]

[ccbroadcity]

[rosesummers]

Rose moved around a bit and opened her eyes fully to see him, “I don’t think I can…I just woke up to an angel.” She whispered.

[kenster-allen]

Kenneth supressed a soft chuckle, shaking his head as his nose brushed the shell of her ear. "How'd ya'manage to be so smooth so early in the mornin'?"

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[bam-sennett]

"Don’t insult me with my own insult," Samantha exclaimed back in the same breathy whisper that Kenneth had used, her arms no longer needing his guiding hand to help her wrap her extremities around his slim waist. They moved beyond on where Kenneth had intended them to go, her fingers slithering down the trail of his spin, underneath the hem and into his shirt. She was calm now, relaxed of her anger and reeling for a little more of his lips against her own, and perhaps a little something more. Of course Samantha felt a bit weary in the pit of her stomach, weary for the fact that maybe all those dramatics had been a way for him to turn the tables on her and instead inflict his own matching form of pay back. "If you tickle me…" The artist warned softly, her most distal extremities softly caresses the bare skin of Kenneth’s back as they migrated to his sides once more. "—I will push you into the Christmas tree and so help me god I won’t pick the pine needles of your arse," she hissed in sensual yet warning tone. In all senses Samantha was being completely honest with Kenny; if he made the slightest move to release a tickle torture upon her she would not hesitate to give him a backward shove into the fragrant decoration that laid behind him. Though she was stern with her warnings the way her sharp nose moved to gently brush against his could have told a completely different story, as would the way her fingers were now moving closer away from his sides again and downwards, more towards the front hem of his shirt; there is where she would tug a little, queuing a removal of the cotton printed tee. Samantha’s eyes were alive now with something much sweeter then anger and far more infectious. It was desire that had begun to burn its way through the blondes system and she could only hope that what silver if tell she held in her eyes were mirrored in Kenneth’s as well.

[kenster-allen]

"Why? Can't take how terrible yer insults are?" Kenneth teased his girlfriend, blinking and licking his lips when feeling her slender digits creeping beneath the hem of his shirt. It was so odd, the things that left him craving Sam in such impure ways. She could probably threaten him with a kitchen knife and he'd still end up distracting her in the same fashion, with her comfortably curvaceous frame pinned gently to the wall, admiring every detail of her while he lured her into his lust filled trap. Or maybe it was the other way around? Kenny was only amused by Samantha's threat. She had gone completely soft the moment she wrapped her arms around him, so there was no reason for him to fear the pine needles painfully impaling his scrawny backside. "M'not gunna tickle ye." He assured her softly, one hand moving up to cradle her cheek, nudging away a strand of hair. This wasn't a romantic gesture, but one to tease her with the thought of romance. They had their moments, but Kenny knew all too well that when things got too sappy, then Sam would get a little uncomfortable. Upon feeling the tug of his shirt, he then realized that the artist's hand had sneakily reached his front. Obeying her silent command, he grabbed the hem and removed the layer with ease, leaning himself against his girlfriend with the same enlivened gaze. Instead of working on her sweater, his own hands had immediately moved to fiddle with the button of her pants, nudging the denim with an eager nibble of his lower lip.

[kenster-allen]

*Shamefully peeks at this account*

[sup-rxxmx]

cries cause kenster-allen && also bc i got an anon from someone and whoever that is I PROMISE YOU. I WILL CONTACT YOU ON EITHER BLOG AND WE WILL PLOT OKAY BB? eeps cries. and pees bc i rly need to pee rn

[kenster-allen]

WOT? Calm down weirdo. x)

[kenster-allen]

love me pls? <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 x∞

Satisfizzled?