the strangers series. (mgk ; machine gun kelly)

10 • 𝖉𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓

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Kells unscrewed the top of the bottle as he took a swig, simultaneously opening the door. He let me walk in first, pressing up against the door as he jerked his head towards the made bed.
I didn't know what it was but I felt my body seize up as his eyes trained on me, taking in my every move- or every move I didn't make.
His firm hand on the bottom of my back made me walk forward as it pushed me inside the room, forcing me to dismiss the thoughts clouding my head.
This was just all too much for me to comprehend and it was starting to take a toll. But one thing's for sure- I was not gonna let him see how fucked up he's got me. That'd mean he won the fight I tried to put up earlier and I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction. I didn't get a chance to observe his large room as I heard the door shut with finality and the lock clicking.
The noise made my heart stop as I whipped around to be face to chest with him, his stare intensifying with each passing second.
I swallowed the words I wanted to speak down my dry throat as he tipped the bottle back into my waiting mouth, allowing the alcohol to fall down my throat.
I wrapped my lips around the opening of the bottle as I gulped the vodka down, ignoring the burn in my throat and eyes as I wrapped my hands around his on the bottle. I just couldn't mull over the fact I was about to ruin myself when his eyes were on me.
He smirked after a couple seconds, tearing the bottle away and out of my grasp,
"Easy there, tiger. I want you to remember this, not forget it."
I bit my lip as he dropped the bottle onto the floor, his body pushing me further and further into the room,
"Maybe I wanna forget this."
The smirk forming along his pink lips and the chuckle that escaped them sent a shockwave of shivers down my spine, his pupils dilating as he came closer and closer,
"Trust me- you're not gonna wanna forget this,"
His cold fingertips brushed over my skin as his hand slid up my hoodie, leaving a blazing hot trail on my skin that made me ache,
"You're not gonna want to forget me."
Before I knew it, my hoodie was thrown onto the hardwood floor and his lips were on mine, our lips melding together in the best way possible.
I felt my heart rate start to decrease as I got used to the feeling of his soft lips on mine and his rough hands on my skin.
This was better than any kind of existing drug, any type of booze- absolutely anything.
I pulled away for a split second as I dragged my hand underneath his long-sleeved shirt, his hot skin reacting to my cold hands instantly.
I watched him as he slid the shirt off him, leaving him half-naked and in my arms.
My shaky breath hit his bare, tattooed chest as he chuckled, his hands now traveling up my top,
"But one thing you should know about me,"
Without warning, he dipped his head lower as his lips found its home under my jaw, causing me to gasp a little. His lips smirked against my skin, his words arising goosebumps all over my skin,
"I am a man of my word, despite what you think."
I laughed a little as he pulled away long enough to slip his hands down my jeans, his fingers roaming over my ass.
If he wants to jump the gun, so will I.
At this point, I completely forgot how crushed I felt earlier, how badly I wanted to leave, just focusing on what was happening right now. This was all i've wanted ever since I laid my eyes on him, even if it took me a bit to realize it.
I let my somewhat drunk self stifle my sensible side's voice in my head telling me to stop, letting one hand roam up his chest and around his neck.
I tugged at the zipper on his jeans with the other hand as he grinned down at my lust-filled eyes.
Just the way he was looking down at me was enough for me to cum, not gonna lie. Every part of me didn't give a fuck about hiding my feelings anymore- He was just too fucking irresistible.
I took a second to study his slender physique, his tattoos catching my eyes as I stopped struggling with the zipper and letting my hands travel down his muscular arms.
I couldn't help but admire the way his muscles on his back felt underneath my fingers and how his collarbones and muscles protruded against his skin- every inch of him was just drawing me in.
God-fucking-damn.
I wasn't gonna hide the fact that I wanted to jump his bones anymore, there was no point since we were already here, in this moment. Just waiting for him to continue was driving me fucking crazy.
Thankfully, I was caught off guard as his lips immediately crashed on mine once again the second he got his jeans off for me, kicking his shoes off right after.
I guess he was tired of waiting too.
I felt myself get lost in his lips as his tongue slid against my bottom lip, demanding entrance.
I wanted to hold him off, to make him beg, but I was too fucked up to keep myself waiting too.
He was just an undeniably great kisser, despite our desperate lips fighting each other in the heat of the moment. He knew exactly what to do to make me want him more.
His kisses were also deep and fluid, plucking a few heartstrings of mine. His skills made my doubts about him from earlier turn into  something more like a yearning for him. It was a gut-wrenching feeling, but it didn't feel bad- it just made me more and more desperate with each passing second.
I felt his large hands traveling down my legs, eventually lifting me up onto his waist. I agreed with him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I let my hands travel up his neck. My fingers felt right at home in his hair, tugging at the handfuls like no ones' fucking business- it was too damn hot for either of us.
I was too busy with running my fingers through his hair and kissing him to notice he was walking us to his bed, dropping us both onto the silk sheets.
I moaned in gratitude as he groaned back from my impatient ass tugging at his hair, his hips grinding into mine as a way of telling me to stop driving him crazy.
I grabbed another handful and tugged on it with need as his hands roamed my body once more, his fingers finally getting to the waistband of my jeans.
I got another groan or two out of him as I kept my hands in his soft hair, making it my turn to smirk against his lips.
There was honestly too much going on for me to comprehend, like his tongue dominating mine, his fingers gripping on to my skin for dear life, just everything he was doing to me.
Just the way his lips moved so fluidly with mine, the way his hands traveled down my curves, the way his tongue worked its way- made my need for him  become greater and greater as this escalated.
He unzipped my pants, pulling them off me along with my Vans with no problem. Despite all the work he was putting in, his lips never left mine as he got me naked, reminding me of the fact that he was basically a manwhore with years of experience.
Shut the fuck up and enjoy this.
Thank God, I did. I focused on the sensation of his wet lips traveling down my chest as it brought me back to attention, making my breathing increase as he went down further.
He didn't go that far down, making me want him to go down even more. I groaned, leaning up and pushing him over so that I was now the top and he was the bottom.
He was going way too slow for my liking so why not take control. I leaned back against his waist, our eyes connecting for the first time since he got me out of my pants, his hands traveling slowly up my waist.
I panted along with him as I studied his eyes dragging itself up and down my body, heightening every one of my senses.
There was a certain look in them, as if he was amused and heated, and that's when it clicked in my head-
He had been tryna get me riled up this whole time.
I groaned, leaning forward so that our lips engulfed each other once more,
"Dick."
He smirked, his hands running up my back until they reached the hem of my bra, unclasping it with one hand like the pro he was,
"I am what I have."
I couldn't help the smile that grew as his lips fought mine- it was a loosing battle, on my side. He was just too damn good for me- no one could possibly beat him.
I let my hand travel down his abs as I tore my lips from his, sucking the skin under his jaw the same way he did to me. He sighed, trying not to groan even though I could tell that's all he wanted to by the way his hands gripped my ass tightly.
Hell, I wanted to make a noise and I was the one doing shit to him. I smirked against his hot skin as my hands reached its destination- his crotch.
He was still wearing his briefs which would add to the teasing, making me 99.9% sure that he'd crack.
I palmed him through the fabric, feeling him grow harder underneath my touch. It honestly turned me the fuck on and I sighed against his neck, starting to lose myself in the moment,
"Then use it instead of being it."
Kells groaned but chuckled at the same time, pulling my lips away from his neck long enough for us to make eye contact before we both went crazy from each others' touch,
"Oh, trust me, baby, I will."