The Boyz smut collection

Kevin : Let me take the Pressure off

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It was half past 10 when you stepped out of the shower. You were putting lotion on thinking it would be a peaceful night since Kevin hadn't been over in a while. The groups schedule had very busy for the past week, but you weren't mad, it gave you time to yourself and time to heal. You huffed out a sigh as you went to rub lotion on your legs, your hand brushed across your butt causing you to wince. Shit, you thought, why'd he have to be so rough last time. Your ass was still bruised from a week ago when Kevin came over because he had a rough day, you weren't expecting him to fuck you like that.

You stood back up straight, a quick glance in the mirror in front of you caused you to swear out loud, "SHit," you grabbed your chest to stop it from running, Kevin was standing behind you in the bathroom doorway, "make a sound when you come in Kevin!" you fussed at him.

He smirked walked up to you, who was still half naked, and hugged you while taking a deep breath. "Sorry," he smiled, "I didn't mean to scare you." He reached down and grabbed a handful of your tender ass.

"Ow, shit," you protested, "what the fuck man!" you pushed away from him, but he ended up backing you up into the counter.

"What have I told you about that potty mouth," he started grabbing you by your chin, he was so close to your face, making you look him in the eyes.

This mutherfucker, you frowned at him, He should be the one to watch it, fucking pervert, you wonder if his fan knew he was like this in the bedroom? You was too busy cursing at him in your head that you didn't even notice him take off his shirt until you felt him lift you up in the air, all while grabbing a handful of your tender ass.

"Kev," you whined out, "not today, im still sore from last time and i have a long shift tomorrow."

He buried his face in your neck and breathe in and out deeply, "Okay baby," he sighed still holding you up.

After a moment of silence he put me down, you finally looked up at him in his eyes, he looked so tired and drained, you wrapped your arms around him, Still half naked, in nothing but your panties "Rough week?" you questioned, to which he hummed out a yes, "the fans still mad about your comment about beyonce?" he replied with a yes.

All you could think was, if only they knew him like you do, they would probably shit the fuck up about it. He's a good dude, sweet and caring but he has a dark side like everybody else, surprising his dark side was being rough and dominating in the bedroom. You can still remember the first time you guys fucked, dear lord, you were limping for a whole month.

You pulled away from him and looked back up at his loving face, "Take a shower and come to bed," You smiled up at him encouragingly, "it'll be okay, remember people are sensitive about everything and nothing. You are a strong and fine as fuck." You grinned adding emphasis on the end, just to get his mind off of it.

"What did I tell you about your mouth," he nagged knowingly, "you are entirely too pretty to talk like that."

You smirked "Yeah I know, you tell me that all the time," you began to walk away, "I'll bring your clothes while you wash up," you explained leaving the bathroom and walking down the hallway.

Within an hour, he had showered and changed into his pajamas. You were already in bed with your sketchbook drawing. He climbed into bed beside you "What are you working on?" he asked softly, looking over your shoulder at your drawing, "nice." he remarked laying down on his back looking up at the sealing with a small sigh.

Glancing over at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was still upset, you don't like looking at him when he is like this. It hurts your heart, without realizing it, you began to think of a way to cheer him up, a way to make him feel special and appreciated. He always did everything and anything to make me happy, you felt that you should do the same.