DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Goodnight n' Go (Alan Walker × Kygo) Pt. 2

(Alan's POV)

   I opened my eyes and found myself inside a bed. I remember I fell asleep with Ky on the couch, he must've put me here once he woke up. I sat up and looked around the room, more pictures of friends or family. I rubbed my eyes before heading to the bathroom to get ready. Once I was done, I walked downstairs to the empty, placid room, a yellow note was lying on the counter. I approached the counter and read the note:

Hey, I'm at my studio right now and probably won't be back till around 1 o'clock. If you need anything, just call me. 

   After I read it, I just sat on the couch and watched Netflix. I was only in some shorts and my hoodie, it was pretty cold so I grabbed a blanket while I was at it. I laid down on the couch and looked at my body, I know I looked thin in photos and videos but I actually had some curves to me. Of course they're not too visible, but I was a bit curvy, I guess I'm proud. 

   I heard the shuffling of keys and the rattling of the front door knob, I faced the door and saw Ky open the door, he was wearing a coat. 

"I thought you would be asleep?" He smiled brightly.

"No. I thought you would be back at one? It's almost four." I asked.

"Something came up and I had to take care of it," He said.

"Okay, whatever," I scoffed jokingly. He put his keys and other stuff away.

"Actually, I might have to go back to the studio for some finishing up on projects." He said.

"Really? You're gonna have to leave again?" I asked.

"Probably," He said. I groaned before looking at the TV. 

   I gave a side stare to Ky, he was a lot more attractive in the daylight than he was at night, but, he worked constantly, talking with his management team, and never really off his phone. I hated it but he was still my friend after all. His phone went off and he answered it in another room. I sighed and stared at his little alcohol stash behind the front kitchen counters, he wouldn't mind if I drank some of his alcohol? Nah, he wouldn't. I got up and stole some vodka from the stash. I grabbed some shot glasses from the cabinet and filled one glass with vodka. I heard Ky come back from the other room to find me drinking his vodka.

"Really?" He scoffed.

"I'll put it back if you want," I told him.

"No, pour me a glass." He said. I got a glass and poured some for him. 

"Why do you have an entire shrine of booze?" I asked.

"When you're almost 30 and an absolute workaholic, you're gonna need some of this," He raised his glass before drinking it.

"Not like you would have to worry, you're 22 and have one of the most forgiving fanbases I've ever seen." He said.

"Not really. A lot of people expect me to be a certain way. I'm supposed to be this sweet, innocent, caring, generous person who makes amazing music, is totally confident in themselves, and has no problems whatsoever,"

"What if I'm not? What if I'm nasty, evil, and completely insecure? And I hate every piece of music I've ever made? I asked.

"True. I guess it's the same way for me too. . . When you have a reputation, you can lose yourself." He said.
We continued drinking the vodka, I was beginning to feel a little tipsy, and Ky looked really hot. . . Like, really hot. . . His phone then went off, he took it out but I stepped in.

"Hey, don't answer it," I slurred.

"But I gotta take this," He said.

"No, you don't!" I griped.

"But I do," I grabbed his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. I then kissed him passionately, I pushed him to the wall before wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled away and me and him stared at him for a while.

"I know I'm not supposed to do this, but you are so fucking tempting right now. . ." He whispered. I giggle before kissing him sloppily. His phone rang, I grabbed it and threw it in the trash. 

   He then lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He lifted my shirt off and threw it to the floor, he caressed my chest and kissed and bit my neck. I let out one moan which set him off completely. He stripped me of my clothes, in return, I did it for him. We made out for a couple minutes before he decided to go even further. He aligned himself against my entrance before thrusting slightly into me. I winced, he kissed my neck softly in effort to distract me from the pain. He continued to thrust slowly, the growing pain couldn't be distracted by simple kisses. 

"If you want, we can stop," He whispered to me.

"N-No, just please go slower," I moaned softly.

"Just tell me to stop when you need to," He continued thrusting, getting faster and harder as he went on. Eventually, I got used to the pain and was taken over by pleasure. He hit a certain spot which made me into a moaning mess. 

"Kyrre!~" I moaned his name. 

"Moan for me! Like the little slut you are!" He demanded. I moaned for him to go faster, go harder, but he wanted me to beg for it all at the same time.

"Faen!" I came all over my stomach. Moments later, he did the same inside me. I panted like a dog, I was sweating like I just got out of a pool, and I was red like a strawberry. 

"I'll be honest, I didn't know why I avoided this for so long. . ." He sighed.

"Did you enjoy it, though?" I asked as I cupped his cheek. 

"Why would I continue it if I didn't like it?" He smiled. 

   He kissed me tenderly while tugging my hair, we pulled away after a couple of minutes. His navy blue eyes met my baby blue ones, I wanted to spend the whole night with him again. . . He. brought me up to his bedroom and left me to rest, and by me, I meant both of us. We snuggled together to keep us warm, not even the covers could compare to his warmth he gave off, despite him and me being from one of the coldest countries in the world. . .