A/N: I decided to make this one a series so enjoy
The show MGK had just put on had been amazing, as usual. Didn’t go exactly according to plan, also usual.
He had somehow snuck a huge bin of ice water on the stage and threw it at the crowd, luckily the audience ate it up.
Other than that all was well the show was over and everyone was at the after party at some hotel you didn’t bother knowing the name of.
Everyone seemed to be in full party mode, everyone but Kells, he was really just drinking, he must be tired after the show, that on top of the fact that he had been non stop for two weeks writing new songs.
Lets get him out of here before someone ask him why he isn’t joining the party and Kells snaps on the poor guy.
‘Yo, let’s head up to the rooms, you look ready to drop.’ you said as you pulled him away from all the noise. He seemed to be too drunk to walk by himself so you did your best to keep him up.
You decided against the elevator, Kells had a high rate of getting stuck in those and you didn’t want to risk it.
‘Can you make it up to the third floor?’ you asked.
Kells didn’t really reply so you rolled your eyes and began to drag him up the stairs.
‘You are too heavy for this shit.’ you panted as you reached his room.
You patted him down and found his room key and opened the door.
When you tried to put him on the bed he pulled you down and you landed on him.
‘Come on.’ you groaned in annoyance.
‘M’ horny.’ Kells slurred.
Oh no, nope nope nopedy nope.
You tried to get up but Kells had wrapped his arms around you waist.
‘You’re drunk.’ you said.
‘You’re cute, and nice.’ he mumbled before he began kissing your neck, making you gasp.
‘You smell good too, like kush.’ he said as kisses became little bites that had you holding back moans.
‘Because I’m surrounded by potheads.’ you groaned.
‘Kells you are wasted, and seem to be forgetting I’m not some random girl, I work with you everyday. You’d probably whiskey dick anyway.’ you said as you pulled away as best you could since he still had his arms around you.
‘I never whiskey dick, see?’
He moved his hands from your waist to your ass and grinded against you and sure enough below the belt he was sober and fully functioning.
‘So can we fuck now?’ he asked as the grinding continued.
‘You never have any guys on the bus, and no boyfriend, so why not?’ he asked huskily.
‘Because it would be awkward.’
‘Liar, your eye brows jumps when you lie, tell me why and I’ll stop.’
‘Because I’m a damn virgin you jackass!’ you yelled roughly pulled away from him, actually managing to get up this time.
You were red in the face with embarrassment as you caught your breath.
‘Yes, virgin, are you too drunk to know what it means?’ you glared.
‘Oh shit I am so sorry.’ he groaned as he sat up.
‘Just forget it, go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, you have an interview at three, so have your shit together by then.’ you said before leaving the room.
Only after you had closed the door to your own room did you begin to cry. You couldn’t believe you had told him, you never told anyone.
All you could do was hope like hell that he would forget it by tomorrow.