Alliekins92 wanted some serious Kevin loving (warning: smut appears below), and although it is extremely late, here it is!

I love y'all, my darlings.

There were so many words that were left unsaid. Why hadn't he said anything? Why had he hesitated? Why had his lips not opened and moved of their own violation? His mind was so loud; why couldn't he manage to vocalize his inner turmoil? Kevin was not the type of person to hold back on his opinions or thoughts. He was secure enough within himself to offer his side on any situation. Others often came to him seeking advice on troubles occurring in their lives. He always had helpful words to offer, especially to his friends. And being a graduate from Yale, his alphabet was quite an extensive one. It even went as far as including multiple languages. It was something his parents were incredibly proud of.

Not that it really mattered that much now, anyway. It was too late. It was the wrong time. It always was. Whenever he felt as if he had the perfect opportunity, the moment slipped from his fingers like metal slick with grease. Touring kept him incredibly busy for large amounts of time. That along with working on his personal cello projects, managing the press required – including his Snapchat – and fan visits, and keeping in touch with his family made for a hectic, demanding life. Which was why he could not seem to keep a stable, meaningful relationship for longer than a couple of months.

Sometimes I gotta learn lessons the hard way

Sometimes I never learn nothing at all

Some people end up immune to the heart break

Something about you it tears me apart

You had certainly steamrolled into his life, leaving him breathless and in awe each second he spent around you. There was not a moment he could recall where the air around you didn't buzz or glow with some supernatural light. It was unexpected, truthfully, the start of your relationship. From the beginning, many doubted the compatibility between the two of you. Kevin was level-headed, funny, mature, and adventurous and had a soul worthy of a priest. You, on the other hand, were close to the exact opposite. You were rather juvenile, naïve, unable to take any situation too seriously, and had an uncanny ability to lose most any piece of jewelry that you placed on your body – earrings included. It was realistic to believe that Kevin would have taken on the role of friend, guardian, or older brother as he had with his other companions. But you were something different, something that thrilled him and terrified him all at once. It was not easy for him to explain, and Kevin experienced a loss of words for the first time in his life.

'Cause every time I see your face, I break a little

And every single night you stay, you take a little

I just can't shake this feeling deep in my bones,

I know, I know I'm better when I'm alone

I call you, I call you

And I break a little

As with most grand and amazing things, the luster lost its shine and shimmer. Your relationship had started with flames and ended in flames. No one could truly pinpoint what had fanned the flame into such a sweltering explosion – it was certainly not discussed at any length – but the ending result was not a pretty one. Kevin was depressed and quiet for days. Nothing, not even playing his cello, could pick his spirits up and return him to his optimistic self. He stopped going to church events as often. His contact with his family turned into phone calls that came once every few weeks and lasted for no longer than the necessary exchange of pleasantries. Everyone was worried and rightfully so. When Kevin began his isolation, no one had intended for it to last long. There was to be a period of grief, yes. Yet here he was over six months later and still little to no improvement on his mood.

You were much better in comparison. True, the words said and actions taken were hurtful. Your recovery was not so swift because you failed to care. It was more of a necessity in your life. You couldn't afford to be morose. You had others to think about, others to care about. Your friends tended to rely heavily on you, and the last thing you ever wanted was to let them down in some way. For all of your jokes and snide comments, your heart was in the right place. Which is why, deep down, you knew you would find someone after Kevin. You were young. There were plenty of others mingling around that could be a worthy suitor. Kevin wasn't the last light at the end of the tunnel.

Even if, for a moment, he was the sun. But most lights have to be diminished at some point in time, do they not? The sun gives way to the moon for the night, and with the darkness, ends the light.

'Cause every time I see your face, I break a little

And every single night you stay, you take a little

I just can't shake this feeling deep in my bones,

I know, I know I'm better when I'm alone

And I break a little

The fans quickly noticed the differences. There were numerous posts voicing the concerns of those who not only supported Kevin's career but supported the relationship between you two. Some were worried for Kevin, afraid that his music would be put on hold due to his emotional distress or worse that he would resort to alternative motives – ones arguably undesirable – to deal with the weight of the breakup. A few of the fans who had come to care for you were upset by the idea that whatever happened to cause the split was the product of someone's doing. They did not want to point fingers at you, but it was considerably hard for them to blame Kevin. He was their beloved KO. As a sort of alternative, many individuals blamed social media and the fame, stating that having a relationship in the spotlight automatically set it up for destruction. The two of you never stood a fighting chance, no matter how much love and support received. All in all, it was a chaotic mess that lasted far longer than anyone cared for it to. And it only added fuel to the fallout.

All that we had is laid out on the table

You think that love is a game you can play

I keep on running back just 'cause I'm able

Imma get over you one of these days

He was not proud to admit it, but Kevin caved. He was simply too weak to resist the temptation, the dark, sultry whisper of a proposition that plagued his thoughts for hours. It was not his best moment, but oh, did he enjoy every single second of it. It would forever play through his mind as a surreal fantasy that merely reflected elements of reality.

You only remembered snippets of your time with him. The whole thing happened as if you were in a dream. It had begun as an attempt at patching up the holes in order to recollect a similarity of the friendship that had occurred. One minute the two of you were talking in the living room, and then in between one heartbeat and the next, Kevin had you hoisted around his waist and was heading into the nearest room that housed a bed. No words were spoken as your lips were too busy trying to permanently imprint themselves on his. Your head swam with the alcohol and absence of oxygen, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

Clothes were thrown everywhere. There was no care as to where they ended up. You could sort them out in the morning. There were more pressing matters to attend to, one of them rubbing deliciously against your inner thigh. Kevin had positioned you as closely to the center of the bed as he could. He made sure to position you so your head was on a pillow, bless him. They weren't the softest and you were sure your hair was going to be an absolute mess with how much Kevin ran his fingers through the strands, but any concern from your end was hushed immediately when Kevin's hands began tracing your naked skin.

He was so gentle. The light touches raised goosebumps on your arms and legs. He traced invisible patterns and words into your skin. Dark eyes followed his movements, painting the lines drawn by his hands. Kevin was an artist, and you were going to be his most beautiful piece of work. But he was so slow! You writhed underneath him, making noises in hopes of conveying to him that you needed him to proceed in his actions. You needed more, and you refused to be too patient with him. Pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach. It was worth more than time.

Kevin was a proficient lover and answered your pleas. His fingers dipped between your legs, testing to see how ready you were. He was pleased to find you wet, rivulets of your arousal slipping down your thighs to coat the sheets below. He spent a few moments at your core, spreading you open with some of his fingers and then slowly inserting the others. He felt you tense around him, your inner walls desperately gripping onto his fingers in a search for the friction you craved.

In return, you gripped his length in your hand. He was on the thicker side but not overly large or long. You were careful not to be too tight but to apply enough pressure to assure that he was, in fact, feeling you. His hips jutted into you, seeking to be closer to your hand. You slid your hand down and back up his cock, alternating pressure and twisting slightly at the tip. Your palm grew damp with the pre-cum you found there. Kevin grunted into your mouth, circling his hips to seek more friction.

He pulled back shortly after, sitting back far enough that your hand could no longer reach him. He reached around and pulled out a foil package. You snatched it from his hands and tore it open with a sharp tug. Wasting no time, you rolled the condom onto his cock and threw your legs around him. The silent encouragement was enough for Kevin to work quickly. It did not take long for him to ease himself into you. You were wet enough that the absence of lube was not a burden.

Stars erupted behind your eyes when Kevin began to thrust into you. He wrapped an arm around your lower waist, angling your hips to better take him in. He started out agonizingly slow. You could feel every inch of him rub against your inner walls, and while the complete friction was delicious, he needed to pick up the pace. You pushed your feet into the back of his thighs and wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders. Kevin sped up with his thrust, supporting himself with his free hand pressed into the mattress. You kept as close to him as you could, hoping to not hit your head on the headboard.

Grunts and whines, moans and curses, and mewls and groans filled the heavy air surrounding the two of you. You were new lovers, but the movements made were so in sync, no one would ever guess. You cherished every time he entered you, and he adored the feeling of you fluttering around him. It was not as rough as you were expecting it to be, but then again, you doubted Kevin could be an overly dominant lover. His heart was too warm for something like that. He cared too much.

Time passed. The warm feeling that pooled at the base of your spine began to spread out and expand. You were getting close, as was your partner. Kevin flicked your clit a few times, circling it with his thumb and pressing down firmly on the nub. Jolts of pleasure shot right up your spin and to your brain. Your head swam with pleasure as you came, hard, on Kevin's engorged cock. The blissful look on your face sent him hurtling over the edge as well. He pumped shallowly into your cunt, his seed filling the condom wrapped around him. With a loud exhale, Kevin removed himself from you center. He briefly left the room to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. You rolled over onto your side, your actions catching up to you in the clarity provided in the aftermath of such desire.

When Kevin returned to the bed with a washcloth, you cleaned yourself up as gently as you could. You were sore and more than sensitive, but you appreciated his thoughtfulness. Once clean, you rose from the bed and tossed the towel in the dirty clothes bin. Kevin had laid himself out on one side of the bed. You positioned yourself on the other end, snuggling underneath for warmth in the now-chilly room. Sleep gathered the two of you into its arms and carried you off to dream land shortly after.

'Cause every time I see your face, I break a little

And every single night you stay, you take a little

I just can't shake this feeling deep in my bones,

I know, I know I'm better when I'm alone

(x2)

I call you, I call you

And I break a little

You left him without a glance for if your eyes laid upon his face, you would surely crawl back under the sheets and forget the world once again. It simply was not something you could bring yourself to do. He was better off without you.

Kevin watched you leave with eyes filled with sadness and regret. He was aware you did not know he was awake, but he kept silent. And as you left his life once again, for good this time, he felt his heart break a little more.