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machinegunbun · 2 years

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pairings. william afton x fem!reader

content warnings. bladder control, mentions of piss but not extreme, slight sadism, squirting, edging, fingering, fluff and aftercare.

notes. so i made a post before saying that i may be into a little bladder control and wanted to try writing a drabble about it. there aren’t any extreme piss kink themes here such as piss drinking or watersports but pls dni if you’re not into this !!

thinking about william deciding when you get to use the bathroom since you’ve been a brat to him all morning. after 5 glasses of water consumed and it’s already afternoon, you needed to go badly.

william would constantly deny, secretly enjoying the sight of you whining and begging to him like a helpless girl. “no. you were being a brat earlier.” “you can hold it longer the more you keep whining.” after being denied toilet privileges, your over-full bladder kept intensifying and throbbing it started to feel good. once william discovered your secret, he’s having you squatting in front of him with your legs spread out, thrusting his fingers inside your cunt you couldn’t stop squirming and your legs were trembling. after crying out that you were gonna be a good girl from now on, he’ll let out his fingers and let you urinate a little, but then tell you to stop. you’re whining and moaning from how frustratingly good your piss pushing into the sensitive g-spot of your cunt felt. “aw. look at my little pissy princess. you like being humiliated like this?” the more he taunted, the more you kept whining and shaking from the urge to release again. and after william had his little fun with torturing you, he’ll slide his fingers back inside and allow you to make a mess of yourself for him. you’re practically gushing onto his fingers and all over the floor from the shattering orgasm and how sensitive your pussy reacted. and once you felt like you were in a daze from the sweet relief, william would take care of you by bringing you to the bedroom and showering you with his kisses, his love, and a sweet tummy massage to subdue the pain your bladder went through.

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Oh my god? I just read this and holy shit? Im such a rat bastard for leaving it at that i need to write

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Im sorry? I can’t remember things for shit so i was going through and rereading my fic...

The line at the end of reunited hit so fucking hard?

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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These are my favorite type of posts to get. Someone telling me i helped them find interest in a person/kink.

Its what im here for 😌 your official horny dealer

I never knew I had a thing for Colson Baker until I decided to read @machinegunbun’s fics on him. I was there for Pete Davidson, now I’m there for CB too. I need to be stopped.

#mgbooc #mgbnfriends

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Pete with a baby omg 🥺

This is LONG overdue.

The concept of Pete with a baby is just sooo 🥺🥺🥺

please he's such a kind giant and he'd be so cute and gentle with it. I love every photo I've ever seen of him with a baby so pls send every one you can find.

Personally children terrify me because they hate me so everytime one is around me it cries and my anxiety is like everyone is looking at you like wow look at that monster making a baby cry, so I personally wouldn't be the one holding a baby but in your mind you can if you want.

One way or another, someone hands Pete a baby. He'd be all nervous at first like asking how to hold it and what to do with it.

"I support it's head right? Yeah, yeah okay. Sick. What's up little dude? Eh, my names Pete." Like he's not entirely sure how to turn this into a joke, but he's can't take anything seriously either so he's just awkwardly standing there while it stares up at him in awe.

I mean, it's a baby so this is also likely its first time ever seeing tattoos (Pete getting them lasered isn't canon on this blog. No further questions at this time) and babies can't see that well, but even so just all the different colors would have them entertained for hours. You'd get a picture just like the one above.

I can imagine, whether you like babies or not, that you look across the room and just see how good he is with one and it just makes you fall even more in love. Just thinking about how good a father he would be and how much he wants to be one and really considering it. Watching him try his jokes out on his friends baby trying to make them laugh and how excited he'd get when he finally does.

Like all jokes aside theres no way in hell Pete isn't good with kids because hes a giant child. Also, that scene in TKOSI? pls. fuckin end me.

Pete also mentioned in his special that his friends baby likes to teeth on his fingers and he just... like... lets it happen I guess? Lmfaoo. So a lil older than a baby, but i can imagine you leave him alone with y'alls kid one day and he loses the pacifier and they wont stop crying so he washes his hands and just uses his finger instead and you come home to them laying on the couch together, tv on, child fast asleep with the tip of his finger in its mouth, like

"What... the fuck are you doing."

"Shh, if I take my finger out they'll wake up and start crying again."

"Well, where's their pacifier then?"

"I dropped it in the toilet"

"What-"

"shh, I dropped it in the toilet."

"H-" you brought your fingers up to squeeze the bridge of your nose "How, pray tell, did you manage that."

"Well, you know how you hold them while you use the toilet? I was trying to do that, 'cause- Well, I made them a bed out of towels on the floor but they didn't like that, so I had to pick them up."

"Uh huh."

"And so I was holding them and they had their paci in their mouth, but they opened their mouth and it fell out and... sploosh."

"And the ones in the diaper bag?"

"The ones in the what."

bonus smut:

After a day of watching how good he is with kids and falling in love with the concept of him as a dad you take him home and fuck the living shit out of him. Just making him blow load after load inside of you. Whispering dirty, breeding kink type shit in his ear.

"Want you to blow your hot fucking load inside of me. I want you to fuck it into me and keep it there. Want you to get me pregnant so everybody knows you own me. That i'm your dirty little slut and you get to cum in this pussy whenever you want. I want you to use me like your little fucking cum dump, I want all of it baby. I want you to fuck me until you cant cum anymore and, you know what? I'm gonna make you do it again tomorrow, and the next day. Gonna make sure you put a baby in me, I wanna be overflowing with your hot fucking cum."

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@bakedcolson

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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writing that last req made me think of something

So if youre like me and everytime you go to a restaurant you get soda, you know that the coke/dr pepper options suck ass. Like theyre either too syrup-y or too water-y and it always ends up being a glass of bubbly disappointment.

Well, worry no more. If you order (atleast dr pepper) and put lemon in it, it tastes like what sparkling water should. It's sweet lemon bubble water and its fuckin amazing.

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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concept: so i know we think of colson as this really rough guy when it comes to sex, but what about soft!dom col where he's strict but caring, and maybe the reader even has a bit of a praise kink. ❤❤

Omg yess

word count: 1.3k

A/N: sorry theres not a lot of smut, my brain got to wandering and I didn't feel the horniest so maybe pt.2? tons of fluff tho and its good to be back :)

Okay, so.

I'm thinking maybe reader has a past that left them uncomfortable with intimacy, whether from a relationship or otherwise. They're still super into freaky shit, but they need to feel comfortable first.

Does that make sense? Like, they need that safety blanket there first.

So obviously at first meeting Colson was scary, because to an outsider (especially early kells) he's this chaotic, sex machine.

It's clear to everyone that Reader is obviously attracted to him, and they are. They love the idea of doing all this kinky stuff with him, and at first Colson being Colson comes on kinda strong with the flirting, which makes them a little nervous to pursue anything.

But, one day, reader is hanging out with the gang (I imagine she's friends with Ashley [ that is his assistants name, right? God, it's been so long ] ) Maybe they're at a restaurant, nothing fancy just something where you seat yourself, and everyone squeezes into a booth, deliberately leaving no room for Colson and Reader, pointing to a two seater across the way.

You sit just far enough away from the group that you're out of earshot, and you can see them peeking the heads up and around the booth to try and catch a glimpse of what you're saying.

It's awkward at first, you're expecting him to drop some flirtatious joke that makes you choke on your drink, but instead he asks you how you met (whoever you're connected to in the group.) You tell him the story and return the question. He opens up about the fact that they're a day one, and even tells you about some of the stuff they went through together, good and bad. It's the first time you'd seen Colson not crazy or off something. He wasn't kicking out a windshield or hanging from the roof by a metal beam, he just was.

It was then that you realized the difference between MGK and Colson baker, and that before today at this restaurant you'd never met the latter.

Colson was able to express himself a lot better than MGK ever seemed to, at least when it came to you. He inquired a lot about you as a person, but the moment was ruined when you were in the midst of exchanging deep personal stories and Rook shot his straw wrapper at Colson and it bounced off his forehead and into his drink. Colson stood to return the favor, his story completely abandoned.

You didn't get a chance to speak to him like that again until two weeks later, when you met up once again in his hotel room. You were both sat on his bed watching spongebob, waiting for Rook, Slim and Baze to return with the bucket of ice. It wasn't a secret to anyone what they were doing, it didn't take three grown men to find an ice machine.

You didn't mind though.

Colson made you a little less nervous now that you'd seen him as someone other than the party animal you'd come accustomed to on stage. He was actually pretty cool, and really funny when he wasn't stressing you out with his antics.

When you asked him if he would finish his story for you he looked surprised.

"Oh, wow. You remember that?"

"Yeah, of course I do. It feels like the first time I ever really got to talk to you." He seemed uncomfortable at first, but continued with his story nonetheless.

The conversation flowed effortlessly until you began talking about how you always found Colson so interesting. He did things that terrified you like they were nothing. You admired his grab life by the balls attitude, and somewhere along the way of your ranting you opened up about how nervous intimacy made you. How most of the time the only way you could ever get off was by masturbating.

You hadn't even brought it up with him in mind, but the relation clicked immediately for him.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's really nothing," you laugh nervously "I think it's just anxiety, I dunno. I'm paranoid."

"No, no. I'm sorry for the way I always talk about you— To you." he corrected "I never realized it made you uncomfortable. You always seemed into it, but I should've been more considerate and I'm sorry. I never would have— If i'd known I was making you uncomfortable—" He rambled

"Colson, it's fine." You cut him off "I mean, I am into a lot of the same stuff as you, It's just... I tend to like the concept a lot more than the reality because I am worried, and I need to feel safe before I can even consider something like that."

Colson must've really taken the conversation to heart, because he treated you a lot differently after that. When he'd heard that his loud onstage personality made you a little nervous he was sure to cool it when he was around you. He made sure to address you directly more often when you hung out in groups, whether to joke with you or as a conversation starter. He hadn't realized how uncomfortable and ostracized you'd been feeling in the group aside from your connection to it, but he was determined to change that.

It took a little bit, but eventually you really were comfortable with him, even when he was acting wild. You realized that being an anxious person and being around someone loud like him that you didn't really know was a little off-putting. Large crowds were hard enough for you, but with constant abrupt movement and noise it only worked to make you more anxious. Once you knew Colson a little better it didn't bother you as much, and he even helped you to become a little more comfortable and a little less anxious.

So when you found yourself in his hotel room once again, finishing the tail end of a family guy episode, you decided to make your move.

You weren't really sure how to start. Not with Colson.

You managed to awkwardly snuggle your way into his side, to which he gladly obliged, but you both remained silent apartment from the episode flashing on the tv. Glancing up at Colson, he stared blankly at the TV, glimpsing down to you momentarily to see what you were looking at him for. Your eyes returned to the TV soon after, your hand finding its resting spot just above his XXX tat.

You could feel Colson's chest shake softly with laughter. You tried to remember what had just happened in the show, but you were so busy anxiously devising your master plan to seduce him that you completely blanked. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. All you wanted was for him to blindfold and tie you to the bed and fucking own you. Everything about him drove you crazy. From his voice to his tats to his eyes to that fucking hair. God, you wanted nothing more than to have him between your legs while you tugged at those beautiful curls.

Your hand drifted lower, your nails scraping softly across his skin. This time he audibly chuckled.

"Are you tryna fuck me?" he asks, causing you to blush. It wasn't that you thought you were being sly, but you didn't expect to be confronted like that.

"I-"

"You're good, it's cute that you're shy, I just don't fuck with that teasing shit so, unless you wanna get yourself in trouble..." Although the words were harsh, his tone was soft. Things progressed quickly after that, your lips meeting in a heated kiss to your hands pinned above your head, his mouth moving to your neck as he whispers in your ear

"What's your safe word, princess?"

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@bakedcolson

@triplexdoublex

@chokemeshaw

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@rumoured-whispers

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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I miss you come back now 🥺

🥺

I really need to get back into writing. I feel a lot better mentally so send concepts and ill write little blurbs 💕

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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I completely forgot i literally made Mimi in the sims and never showed yall her?

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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How has everyone been?

#mgbooc

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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It was a TIGHT squeeze, and Colson just barely fit, but it was like he was made for you.

"I have an idea," Colson offers, breathing ragged from ecstasy, and shock, at your bold move. "Trust me? Even though I fucked up?" He begs, licking his lips.

You kiss him in response, causing a growl to escape Colson as his member is squeezed and stressed against your swollen walls.

Colson takes the hint and steadily begins pushing his entire length inside of you, slowing, but continuing, at each stage of resistance, until you can feel the utmost fullness, alongside the slight tickling scratch of his pubic hair pressing on your pelvis. Colson dipped his head and began sucking your neck, finally biting your collar, and crying out,

"Oh I don't want to cum already, fuck, i'm weakkkk," he whines, trembling slightly.

Getting a grip, as he feels you smoothing your hands up his back, he pulls out, just as slowly as he went in. The pace was set, and despite it it being all of 60° in the living room, you both had a sheen of sweat forming across you.

Colson's moans with each thrust, causes you to bear down with desire each time his base hit your pelvis and he bottomed out inside of you. Once you realized, even with this steady pace, you could grind your clit against him, and open yourself up to let his cock blast your g-spot, you were now the one a puddle under him, breathing ragged and legs quivering.

He notices the change in you, though keeps his speed steady, smirking at you through red, half lidded, drunk with pleasure eyes, bringing a hand between the two of you to apply more constant stimulation to your pulsing clit.

"Allow me, baby," he offers, relishing in the look on your face as you arch your back into him, unaware of any pain now, only pleasure.

As you feel your top being flipped up, you realize Colson couldn't resist the two peaks standing at attention underneath the cotton in front of him. He has picked up the pace now so that you feel your modest breasts bouncing in unison, perfect rhythm being reached.

"Oh fuck, darling, you are so fucking hot, like this. Please, take my cock, just like that," Colson gushes, cupping one breast with his free hand, thumb circling your nipple.

As soon as all those sensations connected, he seemed to somehow be all over your entire body at once, your clit, nipples, g-spot, all of it, was too much.

"Colson," you gasped quietly.

"Yes babydoll?" He answers innocently, pumping into you relentlessly, hoping he can last a second longer.

"Colson, I think... I think I'm gonna cum," you whimper under him as he fucked you mercilessly.

"Cum for me babygirl, cum all over Daddy's cock for me," he growls , not relenting on any part of you, working you hard to your climax.

You feel Colson's length begin to pulse inside you, the same way it had earlier, and with the realization that he was not far behind you, you felt the heat tightening in your lower belly change significantly.

"Colson," you warn, nails scraping down his back tat, and your legs tighten around his waist and legs, almost in an attempt to slow him down. No dice, he continues to pound you hard into the couch, eyes slipping closed every so often in pure bliss, and hair hanging softly forward, swaying with the movements

He takes a moment to look at you to finish your thought, no sign of stopping anything he's doing.

"Colson I think I'm gonna squirt on you," you cry, embarrassed.

His jaw drops, sloppy hypnic movements coming from his hips now, but they're just as hard. He whimpers, wrapping both arms around your waist to bring his cock as deep as it can go before whispering Into your neck,

"Please, babydoll, please, I'm about to blow, can I nut in you?" He pleads desperately, face buried in your neck, thrusting furiously between your legs, that he has forced open now. You can feel the strip of heat across his cheeks, and you both lose it at the same time. Colson does as promised, and you feel hot, thick ropes of semen shooting impossibly deep in you, while you ride out your very wet, very first, orgasm.

Colson collapses on top of you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your thigh, reveling in your heartbeat pounding out of your chest into his ear. He presses a soft kiss to your nipples before pulling your top back down for you. Once both of your ears stop ringing, he looks up at you, concerned.

"Are you okay, darling?" He pries, sweeping hair away from your eyes to search for the answer himself. Colson swallows hard, seeing your chest struggle not to heave. "Hey, answer me, please. I'm sorry I was so rough at the end, I lost control, fuck..."

"I can't... I can't believe I just did that," you say quietly, in disbelief, fighting back sobs so you don't weird Colson out. You still have to work with him, after all. "Oh my God... I, I swear I'm not.. I don't do this type of thing," you spit, trying to cover yourself in embarrassment. "That's, like, far beyond kissing on the first date," you mutter,

Trying hard to avoid Colson's gaze that he is desperately fishing for.

Finally he places a hand to your face and forces you to look at him.

"If that's all you're worried about, don't, and please don't cover up," he begs, sitting on his knees to pull the blanket away from your pussy, which is dripping his fluids now, "you look so beautiful," he whines, a pained expression across his face as he scans your whole body, licking his lips at his own creampie creation.

You open and close your mouth, failing to express even one of the rapid, racing thoughts running thru your mind.

"You're not... Ashamed of me, are you?" Colson asks quizzically, hurt. "Or... Is... Oh, God, is this because I took--i took your virginity?" His eyes widen. He suddenly realizes the magnitude of what he's just done, and the blue moonlight shining in shows the pure pain across his face. "Did I.. Oh fuck, I took advantage of your innocence, didn't I? Did I coerce you? I got tunnel vision, I been thinking about this way too much for way too long, and I didn't... I'm sorry, I'm such a disrespectful nymphomaniac." Colson is stumbling over an apology, head going down in his hands in shame

Now you start to feel bad, so you sit up and wrap your arms around him.

"I just... It's me, I didn't know I had that in me. We gotta work together now, and I lost control. I am just having trouble confronting that this is exactly how I envisioned my first time going," you admit quietly, letting go of Colson to grab your pants.

Colson looks up, confused, and you cringe at the fact you are basking in every tattoo and rippling muscle across his naked, vulnerable body. Time to move on, you have known better than to go for the bad boys.

"Where are you going?" He snaps, snatching your wrist tightly to stop you from walking away from the couch. When he sees you flinch he flies into apologies all over again. His abandonment issues have nothing to do with you. "I'm so sorry, Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Everyone was right, I am going to wreck you."

Although you know what he means, it's hard to stifle the sob boiling in your throat at the idea that once more, someone used you for every hole you have, spent you, and now you're wrecked again. Damaged goods. But Colson looks so remorseful, you sit back down next to him, sliding your sweats back on quietly.

"It's okay, I just thought I would, ya know... Get out of your house, since uh... You were done?" You almost question.

"Damn, can't we at least smoke one more blunt and a square, on me, before you check out? Is this really what you think this was all about?" Colson croaks, blue eyes shimmering with pain. He grabs his briefs and slides them back on, pulling the rolling tray closer.

He pulls two cigarettes out, offering you one before lighting his own, trying hard to avoid your gaze.

Colson clears his throat, "Besides, you're not walking home, alone, something fucked up gonna happen to you cause of that, and I ain't havin that on my conscious."

You almost gulp, scared, and unsure of how to respond, though you know that he's right. You watch him grinding down the bud, sprinkling it evenly into the blunt wrap, before tucking and rolling, like an artist in everything he does. You shudder as you imagine where his expert hands just were, tracing, roughing up, and memorizing every last square inch of your body in pure, desperate, sinful hunger.

You lost track of the cigarette so you ash it numbly into the Camel ashtray on the table, averting your eyes from the disheveled blonde boy next to you to the scars peppering the coffee table. Colson's jaw is tight, and you'd be dying to know what he was thinking if you were able to be swallowed up into a sinkhole right after.

You put your cigarette out at the same time as him, your finger singed and stamped with a familiar burn as his butt grazes you. Although you don't react, he throws the blunt down, grabbing your hand protectively.

"Fuck I'm so sorry," he kisses your hand clenched inside his own, "I just can't stop hurting you, damn--"

"It's okay, I'm, uh, used to it," you reassure softly, looking into his eyes.

Colson furrows his brows, confused, before placing one last, long, kiss on your middle finger, before reluctantly letting your left hand slip from his.

He picks up the blunt and lights it, taking a good, long draw with his eyes closed, and you use this opportunity to admire his throat and Adam's apple. God, it was going to take a while to get over this one. You try and fail to appear like you weren't just checking him out when he reopens his eyes to pass you the blunt. It was then that the tension melted away from Colson's jawline and he cracked a small smirk.

"Here you go," he offers, holding his breath. You take the blunt and lose yourself in it, letting the anxiety wash away. You realize now your pussy is aching, completely raw.

"Do you feel okay?" Colson quizzes, as if he were telepathic.

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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omggggg that submission was so hot, i hope they write more ❤❤

They have! You can check out the earlier submission in my masterlist, i was posting them awhile back and then took a bit of hiatus and completely forgot!

#mgbreplies

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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i hope you're not weirded out lol

Long and deep scratches map out his back tattoos while he continues to open you up, kissing you all over, finally flipping your blouse up roughly in order to begin sucking an erect nipple into his mouth, swapping from breast to breast, pure Nirvana on his face.

"You want to try and take me?" He whispers, fingers leaving you, "I think you're about to cum all over my hands, and I want to /really/ feel it," Colson admits, eyes sweeping over you, his enjoyment at the sight of you a total spent mess underneath him obvious by the smile tugging at his lips.

You nod, not really sure. So you start to remind him, please don't fuck me so hard, take it painstakingly slow, but he beats you to the punch as he rests his forehead against yours, littering your face with kisses.

"I swear I'll go easy on you, and we can stop anytime, no questions asked," Colson promises, and you actually believe him.

You surrender, closing your eyes and bracing for impact. At this point you didn't care if it hurt, you want Colson so bad, and honestly, knowing how massive his cock was and how aggro he could be, you were a little scared to back out now. Threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, you play with it gently, attempting to soothe the beast no doubt lurking inside of him, before touching his dick nervously, unsure.

Colson looks at you, surprised, but makes no attempt to stop you, simply leaning outward into your touch. My God, how is his cock growing more?

"You can touch me," he assures, looking to calm the worry from your tentative movements. "I said you could practice on me allllll you want, darling," Colson smiles. "But. I have you primed already, and as tight as you are, if we hesitate, I might not be able to get it in there. So don't feel forced, you don't have to do anything for me in return. I've wanted this for so. fuckin. long," he gruffs, almost hissing as your delicate hands work his length cautiously.

"Can I... Can I blow you?" You stammer. Colson's jaw drops at this, and you're almost positive you hear a whimper fall from his plump, parted lips over the sound of the music bumping along.

"Oh my lord, girl, can you? Will you??" He begs, voice dark and heavy with lust.

You rise, literally, to the occasion and now it is Colson's turn to lie back and be surprised. You apologize preemptively as he strokes your face, "I've never done this before, and, um... You're, uh, XXXL," you stammer before noticing the tattoo below his adorable bellybutton.

This causes Colson to cackle, and respond lightly, but eagerly, "It's all right darling, we're just practicing, remember?" A more serious look crosses his face as he studies you, "I love..." He clears his throat , "I love the way you look right now, and I promise whatever you do, it WILL feel good. And I know I'm big," he blushed, "so you ain't gotta take the whole thing, okay?" His voice is quiet and soothing, guiding you to utter relaxation again. You loved how much you wholeheartedly believed him.

Slowly, your mouth made your way down as your eyelids fluttered closed, you lick slowly with pressure from the base of his cock all the way to swirl around his tip, eliciting a low, slow groan of mmmmm's from Colson.

"Will you look at me, while you do, please?" Colson whimpers, fighting to keep his hips from thrusting all the way down your throat. "I want to see those beautiful, blue eyes," he begs his case. "I've envisioned them a thousand times, I've gotta see it," he admits.

You oblige, sucking the tip back into your mouth as gentle as you can manage, causing a hiss to escape Colson, who is white knuckling the couch, fistfuls of cushion in each hand.

"Easy on the teeth, babydoll," he pleads, deep breaths escaping him quickly. He immediately senses your embarrassment, and hastily pulls your face to meet his by your chin "Oh, darling, no, that's not what I meant, you're doing perfect. A little, uh, too perfect actually. I don't want to nut yet," he admits, bashfully, "and I go wild for that shit. It'd be so so rude to cum all down your throat without warning like that," he finishes, cheeks burning for the first time tonight.

You nod, and accept his kiss readily, before moving back down and trying again. You use every trick you know, spell the alphabet, use your lips, and importantly, don't drag your teeth along his member (the best you can manage, around his sheer size, that is) and every little trick and quirk causes Colson to throw his head back in ecstasy, crying out a series of curse words mingled in with your name, and after each he would take a deep, longing, look into your eyes, never faltering as he struggled to hold himself back, moans pouring out of his throat while he knitted his brow, completely focused on you.

It was when you felt Colson's cock jolting rhythmically, and his eyes fluttering closed, hands finding their way to pull your hair in an attempt to facefuck you that you realized he was very close and about to lose control. He exhaled deeply, nostrils flared, and pulled his length forcefully from your lips with a quiet "pop" ringing in both of your ears. He groans at the loss of warmth, and he has to wrap a tight hand around the base of his cock to fully stop the spurts building inside.

"Oh my god, you're totally incredible," he heaves breathless, running a free hand thru your hair. He composes himself and lets go of his dick, causing it to spring upward towards his naval, swollen, and glistening, with a nice, thick vein engorged up the middle of it. You almost salivate at the sight. "I want to cum /with/ you," he whines, catching his breath as he admired your mascara running ever so slightly, lips red and plump from being used as his plaything.

You nod, swallowing his taste.

"Do you... Do you want me to use a rubber...?" He probes, checking your face for a micro expression, while absently playing with his cock.

You are shook, as you slowly sit back. "If you trust me that I'm a virgin," you begin softly, which causes Colson to snort.

"That tight? Yeah, I think I do believe you," he grins, waiting patiently.

"My tubes are tired, so..." You try to ignore the sheer joy and bliss washing over Colson's precious face. "Fill me up, I guess."

"Oh My God," Colson croaks, hand grabbing his chest before coming together with the other graciously. "Thank you so much God, she's everything I ever wanted," he prays, and you're really not sure if he's joking or not.

In an instant, Colson is roughly back on top of you, hands roaming all over again, excited by the permission granted to explore his new territory. He goes from suckling your breasts while teasing your entrance, to placing a thumb over your throbbing bud of a clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, gently toying with you until your nipples are hard peaks shining through your white crop top again, erect by themselves from sheer pleasure all over, and slightly wet from Colson's mouth, making the fabric cling to them and the cold draft over it all is causing shivers down your spine.

"I got you where I want you," he says huskily, "so do you trust me?" He raises a brow, fingers squeezing slightly around your neck, just a tinge of danger, and possessiveness, as he has you pinned underneath him once again, massive cock placed between you two, throbbing menacingly.

"I do," you squeak softly before squeezing your eyes shut, "just... Just please don't hurt me," you whisper, pushing the burn of tears at your eyes as far away as possible.

"I promise you, babygirl, I will take it easy on you," Colson presses a firm and comforting kiss to your lips, "this is your first time and I want it to be good for you, special," as he promises this, you feel the sincerity in his voice. He loosens his grip on your neck and strokes your jawline with his thumb. "Ready?" He confirms. You simply close your eyes and nod.

Colson shifts until he is fully supported, beautiful inked chest warm against yours. He is making absolute sure that should he immediately get the urge, he cannot cram himself balls deep into you. With a series of kisses from your neck to your lips, you feel Colson using his big, strong, but slender hands slowly guiding his cock towards your slit. With hips stuttering, scrambling to gain control of himself, he begins stroking his length from the bottom of your entrance all the way to your swollen clit, circling down, up, and back, thoroughly coating his tip in your wetness. With his face serious, eyes down to carefully moderate his movements, Colson pushes slowly into you, meeting quite a bit of resistance, which causes you to suck a breath in, almost panicked.

Cols looks up at you, resting his forehead on yours, before smirking, "Quite a bit thicker than two fingers, eh?" He kisses your nose, expertly prodding at your entrance softly and repeatedly. "Don't be scared, I won't rip you open, babygirl."

His promise makes you shiver, so Colson pulls the blanket around you two closer, continuing to watch carefully between his cock, hand, and your face. After a moment of gentle pressing at your entrance, clit being bumped and teased along with it, Colson is able to gain access inside of you with just his tip, causing both of you let out a series of moans and curses.

"Oh, baby, God you're so so fucking tight, and WET," Colson exclaims, pushing his tip excitedly in over and over, relishing the way it feels without a condom. In his excitement, he slams a little too hard, and winds up stretching you enough to accommodate half of his length. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm so sorry," he gasps, attempting to pull all the way out, but to his surprise, you push thru the stinging pain and wrap your legs around his waist so that he keeps his cock fully plugging your pussy entrance with the majority of his tip plus an inch.

To your surprise, after he took the time to turn you on so fucking much, his girth felt amazing, and you had a feeling his length would lose that familiar burn and melt info sublime pleasure if you could figure out how to relax.

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