Bang Bang You (Paul Stanley x reader)

Part 9

Waking up the next morning, peeking your eyes out at the rising sun. Feeling the warmth in your bed, making it hard for you to want to leave. Thankfully you didn't have class until the late afternoon since your very recent major change. You smiled into the pillows, smelling them. Once, twice, three times trying to detect the scent.

Propping up your head you sniffed the air to see if you were just going crazy or if your pillows smell like a man. A very good smelling man. Pondering the thought, you tried rolling over and felt a weight on you preventing you from doing so.

Looking behind you, you saw Paul cuddling up to you in your very small twin bed. And everything came back from the previous day. The tour of the campus, talking, the very surprising makeout session in the basement of the library. All culminating to you changing your major yesterday and then coming back to your dorm. Asking him to come in. And he barely put up a fight as you pulled him into the building.

What followed was a lot of making out, nothing else. Which made you confused since you had heard so much about his escapades with being in the band. Especially since how it could've gone if he didn't pull away in the library basement yesterday.

Your thoughts were pulled to the present as you felt Paul shift against you, pulling you somehow even closer to him than you already were. Crushing your back to his chest, as he nuzzled his face in your neck in his sleep. You smiled, adjusting how you were laying on your side, as your rear came into contact with something. As a smirk spread across your face, as you played like you were just adjusting in your sleep.

"You do realize I know that you're awake. And doing that won't increase your chances of sex. Just because he has certain ideas about what could happen. Hell he's down for it all the time. Doesn't mean I have to listen to him." Paul murmured against your neck. And just for a split second you thought he was talking in his sleep. Until he moved away slightly, and you felt the covers move and get up and walk to the bathroom that was behind you.

"Well at least I'm not the one having to pee with a boner right now." you said with a laugh, as you rolled over pondering if you should make coffee here or go out and get breakfast. Making it here would mean more time with Paul in the cocoon of your half occupied dorm room.

No response from your retort, as you rolled your eyes getting out of bed, instantly regretting it.

Maybe having Paul to sleep with had been better. More warmth. You thought, as you padded your way into the common space that you had shared with your previous dorm roommate. Filling up the coffeemaker with water and putting a new filter in with coffee grounds as it started to life boiling the water. Getting two cups out, as you tapped your fingers, catching movement in your peripheral vision.

And could've sworn you had to try and figure out how to close your mouth as Paul walked out in nothing but boxers. Which left little to the imagination, as your eyes moved down slowly as he stretched in the doorway. Your advertently going lower than you thought.

Well I was right in my assumptions of what I thought I felt a couple minutes ago. You thought, feeling your face get hot at the other thoughts that came after that one, as you blinked.

And Paul wasn't in the doorway but standing in front of you, staring at you with narrowed eyes.

"Like i said before. He can assume things all he wants. Doesn't mean I'm acting on anything." he said as his fingers landed in your hair. As your eyes went wide, smacking his hand away, as you dashed into the bathroom, as his laughter seemed to echo in your dorm room.

Looking at your reflection, you gagged at how your hair was literally everywhere. "You realize it's not fair you looking like that and I look--" you said as the bathroom door opened, as he went to stand behind you, looking at the mirror to look at you. His hands going to your hair.

"What are you talking about? Your hair isn't bad. Plus won't be the last time I see bedhead on you if I'm thinking right." he said kissing the side of your face, leaning into you, as your hands went to the counter to hold yourself up. As he smirked at you in the mirror. His hands landing on top of yours giving them a squeeze before pulling back from you. Leaving your insides feeling all kinds of confused.

"You have stuff here right? I was thinking about making us breakfast here." he said as you just nodded as he smiled, kissing the side of your face again. Leaving you alone with your confused insides that seems to be doing literal somersaults.

"Again not fair that you look like that. Why couldn't I have seen that last night so I could be prepared for this morning's onslaught?" you questioned, as you only heard the clattering of pans and him chuckling at your frustration in response.

"Fine, whatever, i'm taking a shower. And I'm locking the door!" you shouted, as you turned on the shower, as you stripped yourself of the previous day's clothes trying to distract yourself from your rising heart rate at what he was doing to you. On purpose.

The teasing bastard. You thought, as you transferred your frustration into scrubbing shampoo in your hair instead.

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Unlocking the door you walked out and into your room, towel wrapped around your hair and another around your body. Going towards the dresser drawers pulling out a pair of jeans looking at them and smirking. Throwing them on your bed and opting to just wear your high-cut underwear and a ¾ sleeve university tshirt. Running your hair through the towel and throwing that one and the other in the hamper.

And proudly prancing out into the common area, where Paul was sitting sipping at his coffee and almost choked on it at the sight of you walking out. And sitting next to him, looking at the plate of food and coffee that were waiting for you.

"This looks delicious. Thanks." you said as you dug into your plate of eggs and sipped at your coffee. Knowing that Paul stopped all movement and was just looking you up and down.

"I know what you're trying to pull and it won't work." he said simply, as you put your fork down and looked at him, playing innocent.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just got out of the shower and in the middle of changing and smelled the delicious food and thought I would have some." you said with a smile on your face, as you downed your coffee getting up and going to fill up your coffee cup. Setting it down on the counter, you felt an arm pull you down, as you landed on Paul's lap.

The unaccepted move had you smiling like an idiot in his hold. You had got what you wanted. At least a fraction of it. You moved your legs to rest on either side of his waist, bringing you closer to him. His face in your neck, inhaling your scent, as one hand was traveling up and down your body slowly.

"You realize I do want to take things slow and you want to speed up the process. I'm not a man that says no. But I don't think you know who you're playing with little girl." he said as the rumble of his voice against your neck sent shivers down your spine, as he moved to look up at you, with a challenging smirk on his face.