Bad Intentions || MGK FF [ON HOLD]

Twenty One

"I'm thinking about a lot," he started. "How I don't want you to move to Cali. How we'll change once you do," he paused for a moment. "But how I want nothing but happiness and success for you." His hand traveled up my neck to my face. "How fucking beautiful you are, and..." he trailed off, his thumb brushing against my cheek.

"And what?"

He smirked slightly. "And how badly I want to take you right now - make you mine."

I licked my lips as I watched his eyes scan my body; there was a familiar hunger in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a while.

"I have a confession," I breathed. His blue eyes darted back to mine immediately. "I'm pretty sure I want you to."

He furrowed his eyebrows together. "Don't play with me, Niykee," he warned. "I'm being completely serious right now."

"I am too," I said, grabbing his shirt, pulling him down toward me. "Since we're being honest, I've wanted you for awhile," I said, playing with the silver chain around his neck. "I've been fighting this for too long. I just - I didn't want to jeopardize anything."

He leaned toward me, pushing a few strands of hair aside. "I know," he empathized. "I know how important your career is to you." He paused for a second. "I think that's why I tried with Amber," he explained. My eyebrows rose; curiosity peaked. "I couldn't have you and I knew that. So I tried to distract myself, I guess."

"Wasn't that successful, huh?" I smiled lightly.

He laughed, shaking his head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His face got serious then. "It's just you," he breathed.

My lips crashed against his; they were soft and smooth, and he tasted a mixture of weed and cinnamon. My fingers got lost in his blonde strands as I felt his fingertips graze my exposed skin. His hands were gentle, firm, but more importantly experienced.

I bit my lip as his mouth made their way to the side of my face then to my neck. I felt as if my heart was going to beat out of my chest. His hands traveled up my torso to my collarbone as he pulled away to look at me. His eyes began to search mine, to verify this was what I really wanted.

I stared at him for a moment; the different possible outcomes of our upcoming actions flooded my mind. I was completely aware everything between Kells and I would change after tonight, and although that made me extremely anxious, it also excited me. I wanted to see where this would go. Despite what my brain was telling my heart to do or feel, I really wanted to try with him.

I nodded once, not breaking his stare. I reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up over his chest and above his head. I lazily tossed it on the floor, as a smile slowly formed on his lips.

His hands moved skillfully, undressing me as gently as possible. His mouth met my neck, then my collarbone, then back up to my jawline. Every time he came in contact with my skin, I felt little jolts of electricity flow through my body. As I pulled down his sweatpants - the last piece of clothing between us- he pulled away from me one last time, admiring me.

I lazily lifted my arm over my head on the pillow, watching as his eyes scanned my body, from my face down to my toes. He bit his lip, his hand tracing up my thigh. "Goddamn," he muttered.

I smiled, gesturing for him to close the space between us. He didn't hesitate, making sure I felt exactly what he wanted me to as his fingers grazed up my thigh to my most sensitive spot. A shiver went through my spine and a grin spread across his face; I gave him the exact reaction he wanted.