#mgk x reader smut

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XV

Warning: swearing, violence, smut

Your conversation with Rook had you so tense you could barely see straight. You didn’t get a chance to say much to him after his confession, interrupted by everyone else piling onto the bus to head to the next destination. Colson could sense the weirdness between you but he didn’t say anything, almost like he was letting you come to him.

You couldn’t really accept that Rook meant the horrible things he’s said to you about Colson. You tried to not let it bother you but deep down you knew it was something that you worried about, in the back of your mind. You’d spent the last few weeks with him waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

You’re not really sure where you two are given your conversation the night before so when the bus quiets down and everyone begins their rituals for bed, you scoot into your usual bunk and try to let sleep overcome you. Rook hadn’t really said much to you but he hadn’t been rude either. When you stopped for dinner, he stood outside the roadhouse bathroom for you for safety. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t ask him to, he just did it anyway. You can tell deep down that the two of you will work through your issues but it still hurts that he said what he did.

The sound of your curtain pulls you from your thoughts and arms wrapping around your waist and yanking you from your warm bed makes you squeal with fear. You try to fight whoever it is, not sure if everyone is pulling some tour bus initiation with you or if someone has broken onto the bus. You flail in the strangers arms until you hear a familiar voice.

“Baby, it’s just me,” Colson whispers in your ear and you instantly relax. Your heartbeat slows and your breathing evens out. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you pout as he sets you down in the aisle. He looks sexy in nothing but workout shorts and no t-shirt and you take a second to drink him in.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he teases you, half covering his body with his hands. “Why are you sleeping in the bunk and not in my bed?”

“Oh I…” 

You don’t really have a reason. You would be more than happy to sleep in his bed but you weren’t sure if he’d want that given you’ve only done it once on the bus and that was before everyone knew about the two of you.

Will everyone just assume we’re fucking all night?

Sharing a bed to only sleep feels…couple like. You’re trying to push down that desperate need almost every woman has to ‘label it’ but it seems almost unavoidable at this point. You realise by the confused look on Colson’s face that you didn’t actually answer his question so you fumble for reason.

“I was waiting for you to invite me,” you lie quickly, covering your discomfort with a small smile.

“Just take her and fuck her already,” Rook groans from his bunk and your cheeks immediately heat.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Colson rips his curtain open and glowers at his friend. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rook answers calmly but his eyes dart to your face and Colson catches the movement.

“Oh my fucking god Rook,” Colson growls. “Are you in love with her?” he spits the words like they’re venom in his mouth.

The very heated conversation has garnered the attention of everyone on the bus now and Sophie and Sam now stand at the door that separates the bunks from the front of the bus, watching the drama unfold uncomfortably. You want to say something, anything but words don’t seem enough at this point and you’re pretty sure Rook wouldn’t listen to anything you have to say right now anyway.

“Answer the fucking question asshole,” Colson screams in his face.

He practically drags Rook from his bunk and flings him to the floor. Sophie grabs your arm and pulls you away from the commotion as Rook jumps to his feet. You want to stop whatever is about to happen but Sophie won’t let you go.

“Let them work it out,” she whispers in your ear and you can feel the horrified expression on your face at her sense of calm.

“They’ll kill each other!” you screech at Colson takes his first swing at Rook, his fist connecting with Rook’s jaw. Rook recovers quickly and swings back.

“It’s the way they do things,” Sophie shrugs but doesn’t let your arm go.

“YOU HAD YOUR FUCKING CHANCE AND YOU BLEW IT!” Colson screams in Rook’s face as he pins him to the wall.

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET HER!”

You almost think they’ve forgotten you’re standing right there and the feminist in you is pissed but you can see Sophie’s logic. Rook’s words earlier weren’t about you, they were about Colson. About his concern for Colson's intentions. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose either of his friends. Maybe part of it is still a possessive jealousy he feels that it didn’t work out with the two of you but that was years ago and he’s dated since. It’s not like he hasn’t moved on but the thought of you with Colson brings the feelings rushing back.

Would that have changed my decision after Colson kissed me for the first time?

The guilt that overtakes you at the answer to your internal question is crushing. Nothing could change how you feel about Colson, not even the possibility of hurting your best friend. You wish you could blame it on having been single for so long that you missed the feeling of being wanted but you know that’s not the truth. It’s because it’s Colson that wants you and nothing else. The man you’ve craved since the moment you met him, so much so that even Rook noticed it.

“Because you never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Colson and Rook are bloodied and bruises forming on both their faces. Their fight doesn’t look to be ending but you can’t stand watching them destroy each other for one more second. You pull away from Sophie and push your body between the two of them. Instantly, their fists stop and you can feel their ragged breathing as you press your palms into their chests. 

“Stop, please,” you beg them. You feel a drop of blood from Colson’s nose drop onto your arm but you don’t pull away. “I don’t want you to kill each other over me, that’s stupid and pointless. Besides, neither of you are actually mad at the other.”

“Like fucking hell I’m not,” Colson growls, trying to move you out of his way but you stand firm.

“No, you’re not. You’re pissed because you’re worried he’s going to do something to get between us but trust me, that is not what’s happening here and you,” turn to scrutinise Rook’s battered face. “You’re mad at yourself for not speaking up and because I didn’t ask for your input about Colson and me but here’s a fucking newsflash, you will not now nor will you ever have a say in my relationships. We went on one date a lifetime ago and you’ve been with plenty of women since so don’t you dare play the victim with us. This is a good thing that is happening to two of your closest friends, why would you want to stand in the way of that?”

Rook doesn’t answer you. He pushes away and stalks off to the kitchenette, pushing past Sam and Sophie. They each give you both a small smile before following after him. You know you probably should too but you also know you’re the last person Rook wants to see or talk to right now. He hates it when you’re picking a movie or what to have for dinner and he especially hates it right now. You’re always right. He can’t fight logic, he can’t fight rationality and he hates that about you. You’re always logical and rational about even the most minor decisions in life.

“Let’s clean your face up,” you grab Colson’s hand to lead him to the small bathroom. 

It’s slightly suffocating with the two of you in there but you don’t mind the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You grab a washcloth from the small pile under the sink and dampen it. You gently brush the blood away from under Colson’s nose, rinse it and repeat. Once the blood is gone, you wipe the cloth on his bloodied lip and the blood staining his chest and stomach. When you’re sure he is sufficiently clean, you turn back to the sink and wring the washcloth out, placing it in the small hamper in the bathroom. You rinse your arm under the water, washing away Colson’s dry blood, and your hands with soap. In the tight space, your ass brushes against Colson’s crotch every time you move. You feel his dick respond so you deliberately push back a little firmer until he growls. Wrapping his hand around your throat, he pulls you against him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to bend you over and fuck you right here, rough and fast,” he nips at your ear and your panties pool with need.

“Do it,” you encourage him with a grin, staring at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes in the mirror.

Colson wastes no time bending you over the sink and ripping your panties down. He pulls his thick, hard cock from his shorts and rubs himself along your pussy lips a few times. He reaches around and places his hand in front of your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructs and you oblige.

Colson uses his now wet hand to lubricate his length with your saliva, stroking himself while he stares at you. Without warning, he lines himself up and plunges inside of you. You cry out and he immediately puts his hand over your mouth, muffling the curse words spewing from your lips. He spanks each one of your ass cheeks and you squeal with pleasure and pain. You can feel the handprints indenting on your skin but you don’t care.

“Dirty, dirty girl you are for daddy,” he praises you between thrusts and you’re practically a puddle under his sure movements. “I want you to come for me, can you do that for daddy?” you nod and he reaches his other hand around to rub your clit.

You drop your head, pleasure overcoming you, but Colson grabs your hair to pull you back up, burning you with his intense stare. You moan softly and grind back against him, practically fucking yourself against his dick. When he’s had enough of you taking control, Colson puts a hand on your hip and thrusts hard into you, impaling your pussy on his cock. You bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming out and his finger on your clit quickens. Before you can blink, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. Your legs quiver, your pussy clenches and you’re all but falling to the bathroom floor. The only thing keeping you upright is Colson’s hands on your hips. It’s not long before he’s following your climax, thrusting roughly into you one more time before he fills you with thick ropes of cum.

Colson collapses against your back, his sweat smearing across your skin. He pants trying to drag in as much oxygen to his lungs as possible. You love the feeling of his face on your skin. the roughness of his stumble in contrast to your smooth skin. His lips brush up your spine and you shiver with his dick still inside you, softening. He kisses your shoulder blade, the top of your spine, your neck. You lean up, Colson slowly falling out of you, and you lean against him. You lift your arms over your head to wrap around his neck and you watch him in the mirror. Watch the movement of his lips, feel his hand reach under your shirt to cup your bare breasts. Embarrassment colours your cheeks as you realise he’s leaking out of you, the reminisce of your intimacy coating the bathroom floor. 

You pull away from him and grab the used washcloth from the hamper to clean the floor. You pull your sleep shorts back up to hold in anything that still remains inside you. Colson almost looks proud at that detail. He spins you, gripping your face in his hands, and kisses you for the first time since you got in here. You feel the cut on his lip as he moves against your own and he winces slightly when you run your tongue along it but he doesn’t pull back. Almost like he thinks your lips can heal him.

“We should go to bed,” you mumble against his lips. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.

“Only if you tell me the truth,” he murmurs and you frown at him.

“About what?” he didn’t ask you a question since he started banging you against the bathroom sink.

“Why were you trying to sleep in your bunk and not with me?” he pulls away to look you in the eye when you answer. You bite your bottom lip, unsure how to word your reasoning without sounding needy or desperate.

“I guess…we never really finished that ground rules discussion and I don’t want to assume things because it’s not like we’re together or anything, not that I care but I just, I’ve never done this before and-” you’re rambling and you know you are but you can’t stop yourself. 

Realisation appears in Colson’s eyes and he smiles at you before kissing you again. This time though, it’s passionate, full of fire and hot burning need. It’s sweet and intoxicating and overpowering. You need to pull away but you don’t want to pull away. You can’t bring yourself to end such an emotional kiss but Colson makes the decision for you.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Colson asks you, a grin splitting his face knowing it’s the most 7th grade question in the world but you’re still practically melting that he asked it anyway.

“Ok,” you grin back and he seals it with a kiss.

This is pure joy and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

Or so you thought.

******

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[triplexdoublex]

Cockblock

Pairing: Colson X Reader

Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colson’s making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal

A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught 🙈

“Jesus!” Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. “Do you two ever stop?” Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. “Couldn’t even bother to use the stall?”

“Nope” Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. “Needed her now.”

“I swear it’s almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!”

It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, they’ve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, they’ve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of “‘Colson!” coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, — you still haven’t lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldn’t take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants down— literally — in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.

“Honestly, we really don’t give a fuck if we do get caught. Ain’t that right, baby?” He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.

“You guys are insane!” Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. “Didn’t they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!”

“I’m a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.” Colson answered back.

“I know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldn’t have been too happy with you.” Shawnie prompted.

“Turns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,” You covered up a moan with a laugh. “ Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.”

Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her —“ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?”

“Point taken.” Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. “Mrs. Jackie!” Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.

“Baker!, Y/N!” Mrs. Jackie scolded. “As soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!”

“No, it’s GOOD,trust me!” Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.

Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. “Y/N, step away from Mr. Baker … My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!”

“Damn, can’t you at least let us finish first!” Colson pushed his luck.

“NOW!” Mrs. Jackie reiterated!

You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.

“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.

“What’s a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ain’t it ?” Colson taunted inappropriately.

“One more word Mr. Baker, and it’s gonna be an expulsion for you!”

“Cockblock.”

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[hollywoodxwhore]

no control

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), swearing

Synopsis: In which you want Colson to give up control for once.

Requested? Yes! "Hi could you write some smut where Colson gives up control for the night and the reader makes him lose his mind because he feels so good😭"

If there was one thing you knew about Colson, it was that he liked being in control.

Not even just sexually. He needed control over everything in his life: his career, his friendships, the way people spoke and thought about him. And when he couldn’t get that control, he would get frustrated. 

You and Colson hooked up pretty often. You weren’t exclusive by any means. Just some fun here and there whenever one or both of you were feeling horny. Because you weren’t in a relationship, he didn’t have control over you, but he did in the bedroom. And usually, you were more than happy to give that up. 

You loved struggling to walk after an encounter with Colson, or the way the skin on your ass stung from his handprints. The way your hips or thighs or breasts would feel tender from his teeth and fingers. The occasional burn on your wrists from handcuffs or rope. You couldn’t deny that you loved it all. 

But sometimes, you wanted to take control, to see what Colson would be like if he finally gave up control, even for just a night. 

Colson had called, sounding frustrated and emotional, and you’d invited him over. He sulked into your place the second you opened the door, hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head. He stalked right to your bedroom and you followed behind, brow furrowed in concern. “Kells,” you said. 

He tossed himself onto your bed, his back to you, and your frown deepened as you climbed onto the bed, raising a hand to touch him but then letting it fall. “Kells,” you repeated. “You okay?”

He rolled over then, looking up at you, and his jaw twitched as his hands found your hips, pulling you to straddle him. He lifted his upper body so his hand could grasp the back of your head, and then he pulled your lips to his, kissing you hard. You couldn’t help the little moan that fell from your lips as your mouths collided, and you allowed him to pull you down with him. 

Suddenly, a burst of confidence flashed through you, and you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. Then, you nipped at his bottom lip and he grunted, using his free hand to push your shoulder so the kiss would break. He frowned at you and tugged his wrist free. You frowned, too, then grabbed both of his wrists, and pinned them to the bed, hard.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, yanking his hands free and flipping you onto your back. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you, staring down into your eyes. 

“I want to take control for once,” you snapped, surprised by the bite your tone held. Colson blinked, looking a little confused. “You always take control. Give it up. Just this once.”

“I don’t want to,” Colson muttered, pressing your hips into the bed. 

“Why not?” you bit back. “What are you so scared of?”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Colson mumbled, jaw twitching. He refused to meet your eyes. 

“No really,” you said, sitting up. “What are you so scared of, Colson?”

His shoulders slumped and his face reddened with anger. It was a little scary, but you weren’t really afraid of him. “I have to be in control,” he said tightly.

“Why?” you pushed.

“Because I have to!” Colson roared, a vein popping out in his neck. He huffed, then buried his face in his hands. He was breathing hard and you put your hand to his shoulder. 

“Colson, no you don’t,” you said, voice much gentler. “You can trust me, baby. Please. Just let me take care of you for once.”

Colson’s hard breathing began to slow, gradually, and finally, he removed his hands from his face. He looked a bit wrecked, but he was listening. “Please, Kells?” you asked quietly. Colson was silent for a long moment, and then, finally, he nodded. 

Your first move was pulling his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. “Get on your back,” you insisted, and he followed the direction. You straddled him again, and this time, you were a bit more gentle when you pushed his wrists into the bed. He fought back just a little, but when you gently shushed him, his muscles relaxed. He was silent as he watched you, and that’s when it hit you: he really was scared. Scared to lose control. Scared to let someone else control him. 

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his ear. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Cols,” you murmured, kissing beneath his ear. He drew in a breath. “I promise, baby. You can trust me.” Colson’s heart pounded hard against your chest and you moved your lips to his, kissing him slowly. Long, languid, drawn out kisses that had him sighing when you pulled away. You could feel him start to relax beneath you, even if just slightly. 

You broke the kiss to move slowly down his body. His eyes never left you once as you dragged your lips slowly over his neck, then his chest, and finally, his stomach. Your teeth gently grazed his hip bone and he sucked in a breath. You could see where his sweatpants were straining against his erection, and you smirked just a little at the reminder that you were the one to cause that. This man, whom everyone wanted, was turned on by you.

He lifted his hips as you tugged his sweatpants down, leaving him only in his tight boxer briefs, which were made even tighter by his hard dick. Colson was tense, mouth clamped shut as you eyed him in his boxers, and then you brought your hand to his cock and squeezed. His eyelashes fluttered and he let out a soft grunt, but his mouth stayed closed. Slowly, you stroked your hand up the length of him, which caused his thighs to tense. 

It had been a while since you two had been together, and despite the fact that you weren’t exclusive, you were pretty sure Colson hadn’t hooked up with anyone else in your absence. As his breathing grew labored, your suspicions were confirmed. He was way too sensitive to have been with someone else recently. 

You took your time with him, enjoying the rigid length concealed in the tight fabric, twitching and throbbing as your hand moved faster. You were sure Colson wanted you to take off his boxers and put his cock in your mouth, in your lubed hand, somewhere else, but he was staying silent. You wanted him to beg for more. 

You got off the bed and Colson watched your every move as you took down your leggings and straddled him again. You pressed the underside of his cock right to your pussy and ground forward, which finally loosed a moan from his lips. He clamped his mouth shut again, eyelashes fluttering as he breathed deeply through his nose. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his neck as you continued to grind on him, your pace speeding up as his breathing did. 

Suddenly, his eyes closed tightly and he made a little, strained noise as his hands clenched into the sheets. You’d never seen him like this before, and it encouraged you to move faster, to keep grinding on his dick, providing just enough friction to tease him. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he looked almost panicked, but then, a gasp caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open. His hands went to your ass and squeezed hard as his hips twitched up. His skin flushed pink and his head fell backwards as an almost pained moan fell from his lips, and his hips jerked against yours. A quick glance down revealed a spot spreading in the front of his boxers. Holy shit, you thought. I just made him come without even taking his boxers off.

Colson trembled, shuddering as his body relaxed beneath you. His eyes remained closed and his cheeks remained pink. He was embarrassed, and it was honestly kind of cute. You pressed a kiss to his swollen lips, and finally, he opened his eyes. His breathing slowed as you held eye contact with him, and he looked unsure at first, but slowly seemed to relax. 

“Hey,” you murmured. “That was hot.” Colson flinched, ever so slightly, and you shook your head. “I mean it. You have me so wet, Col.”

Colson’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Let me feel you,” he croaked, finally letting his voice out. You scooted your hips back just a little so Colson’s hand could cup you over your panties. The heel of his hand rubbed against your clit and you whimpered softly. Grinding on him, making him come like that, it had you ridiculously turned on. Colson’s eyes held yours as his hand descended into your panties, and his breath hitched when he found the slickness between your legs. “Holy shit,” he breathed, pulling his hand away and examining his glistening fingers. 

“Think you can go again?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded as he tugged down his boxers. Sure enough, his dick was either still hard or already hard again. “Good. I want you to get behind me, and then, don’t move.” Colson did as he was told as you got to your feet and stripped out of the rest of your clothes. Then, you climbed back onto the bed, getting on your hands and knees. 

You looked back over your shoulder at Colson, whose eyes were glued to your ass until he realized you were looking at him. Then, his baby blues found your eyes. “Be a good boy and stay still,” you told him. He swallowed hard and his eyes flew back down as you slowly moved your hips back, sliding his hard cock inside of you slowly and with total ease. Colson’s brow furrowed and groaned deeply, hands curling around your hips. He started to thrust forward and you clenched around him, tightening your ass so he couldn’t move you forward. “What did I just say?” you asked. Colson blinked at you and nodded. 

You stayed there for a long few moments, your ass pressed to his hips as you held him still inside of you. You knew it was driving him crazy, but still you waited. Until, finally – “Please!” he blurted. 

“Please, what?” you asked.

“Please, Y/N, move, fuck me, just, mm. Please!” You were surprised at the desperation in his voice, and at his willingness to continue to give up control. You bit your lip and moved forward before slamming back onto him. He cried out, hips stuttering as you finally started to move. You kept it slow so you could feel every hard inch of him sliding in and out of you, and because you knew it drove him crazy. “Uhh, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,” he babbled, and you knew you finally had him. He was all yours. 

You started to move faster, finally giving him what he craved, and a raspy, relieved moan fell from him. You glanced over your shoulder at him as you moved, and god, you’d never seen him so hot. Mouth dropped open, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as you moved. The power you had over him only made you wetter.

You pulled off him and his eyes opened. “On your back,” you said, and he scrambled to do as he was told. You straddled his hips and held his cock at your entrance, taking him in inch by inch, painfully slow. Your thighs trembled as you took him to the hilt, and then you began to roll your hips. Your hands splayed on his chest and you bit your lip hard as waves of pleasure rippled up and down your spine. 

“God, you feel so good like this,” you managed, circling your hips for a moment before continuing to fuck yourself onto him. Colson was biting his lip so hard that he was sure to draw blood if he didn’t stop. “Come on, Cols, let me hear you,” you encouraged. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Just want to make you feel good.”

Colson wasn’t much of a talker in bed unless it was dirty talk. He wasn’t one to verbally acknowledge his own pleasure other than a few curses here and there. You wanted desperately to hear him, to know how good you were making him feel. You knew it was hard for him to let go, but you wanted it so badly. 

“Uhh, god, Y/N,” he gasped. His voice trembled. “That feels s-so fucking good.” 

“Yeah?” you responded, rolling your hips down harder. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, please,” he begged, writhing beneath you a little. He threw his head back, reveling in the pleasure, and you leaned forward to kiss his neck. His hands found your ass and squeezed, but he wasn’t moving you, just holding onto you. 

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” you encouraged him, your own hips jerking a little at the new angle, at the delicious pressure on your clit. “Fuck, Colson,” you gasped. 

“You fuck me so good,” he moaned. “God, I’m getting close…”

“Me too,” you whined, pushing up again. You wanted to watch his face when he finally let go. And you wanted to come together. You pressed your hand between your two bodies, fingers finding your clit. You whimpered and threw your head back in pleasure as your thighs started to tense and heat built in your stomach. 

“Oh shit,” Colson gritted. “I-I’m gonna come, baby-”

“Wait for me,” you pleaded. “Cols, please!” 

“Fuck it,” Colson muttered, shoving your hand out of the way so he could touch your clit instead, and suddenly, it was too much. Your pleasure spilled over as orgasm crashed into you so hard that the cry that left your mouth was totally out of your own control. And as you came, you could feel Colson coming, too, pressing his hips up into you as he moaned, louder than you’d ever heard him. You did your best to keep moving on him, helping him ride it out, watching his face as he fell apart. 

Finally, you slumped over him, your head on his shoulder. Colson’s arms tightened around you, holding you so tightly that his arms began to shake. You slid your arms around his neck and held him equally as close, not wanting to pull away. Neither of you did for a very long time, even as his dick started to soften inside of you. Finally, reluctantly, you pulled back and hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

When you returned, Colson was cleaning himself off, too, tossing tissues into the trash can. His eyes found you as you left the bathroom, and he looked timid, something you’d never seen before from this cocky man. “Hey,” you said quietly as you crossed the room to where he sat.

“Hey,” he murmured, hands going to your waist as you stood at the side of the bed, bracketing yourself between his legs. He looked up at you and you held his face, leaning down to kiss him softly. 

“You okay?” you asked against his lips and he nodded.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured. 

“For what?” you asked, pulling back slightly. 

“For helping me give up control,” he said shyly. You just smiled and kissed him again before pushing him backwards onto the bed. You snuggled up beside him and the two of you fell asleep together, feeling safe and content.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

getting your attention ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2068

request?: yes!

@crazymelascula “Hello, good morning/good afternoon/good night! I don't really know when you'll see this, but I wanted to place a wish. I wanted to ask for a picture of Colson with jealousy. Maybe she provoked him (something like that). You you can make an obscenity of it if you like.”

description: in which her boyfriend is always busy with work, so she decides to get his attention in another way

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, orgasm denial, oral - m receiving, unprotected p in v, little bit of rough sex, pet names including sir, master, and princess, some jealousy and possessiveness)

masterlist (one, two, three)

Risqué photos were not your style. Not public ones, anyways. You didn’t mind sending the odd photo to Colson every now and then, but they were for his eyes and his eyes only.

But lately, Colson was busy. He always had some form of work going on lately; making music, touring, filming, writing - both songs and scripts. He was gone almost all the time, and the times he was home it was very obvious that he wasn’t actually present. It was hard. Of course, you were proud of him and how big his career had gotten, but you were starting to feel very unimportant in Colson’s life. Almost forgotten.

So here you were, looking at the sexy photo you had taken of yourself. It wasn’t anything too risqué - just a photo of you in some matching lingerie with one of Colson’s button ups pulled over you. You were laying on yours and Colson’s shared bed, giving the most seductive look you could muster to the camera.

And now the picture was sitting in your Instagram drafts. A caption typed up, a filter on it to give you a little extra glow. It was all ready for you to post, but you were hesitant. You had come up with the idea as a way to get Colson’s attention. Granted, it may not be a great idea, but you were lonely and, frankly, you were annoyed. You wanted him to come home, you wanted his attention. Fuck, you just wanted him to respond to the goddamn text you sent him hours ago.

You switched back to your texts to see that “Read” message still staring back at you. Your annoyance outweighed your hesitance as you went back to Instagram and hit “Post”.

Within seconds, you had thousands of likes and comments. You stared at your phone for what felt like hours, waiting for some form of recognition from Colson. A like, a comment, a text. Anything.

And you got...nothing.

You threw your phone down on the bed, tears filling your eyes. You pulled the covers over yourself and rolled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

~~~~~~

The sound of the front door loudly banging shut woke you. You stretched out your tired limbs as footsteps approached the bedroom. When you looked over, you were surprised to see Colson stood in the doorway.

“Hey,” you said, your voice still sheepish. “What time is it?”

“Six,” Colson responded.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home till closer to midnight.”

“I cut my day short.”

As he stepped into the dim light of the bedside lamp, you noticed a dark look on his face. A lustful look.

Now you were fully awake.

You sat up in bed, the covers falling to your lap to reveal you were still in the lingerie and Colson’s shirt. His eyes darted to your body for a moment. He moved so quickly you could barely register his movements; one moment he was in the doorway, the next he was throwing the blankets off of you, revealing your mostly naked body. You gasped as the cool air touched your bare skin.

“Good to see you’re still in that sexy outfit,” he said. “But it’s coming off.”

You nodded and started to take off the shirt. Your hands reached for the clasp of your bra, but he took hold of your wrists to stop you.

“Oh no, babe,” he said, his voice husky with lust. “I’m taking this lingerie off. Lay back.”

You did as he commanded. You laid back on the bed, looking up at Colson with wide, innocent eyes. The baby blue eyes you were so in love with were dark now. It would’ve been scary if you weren’t so turned on by his dominance.

He got up onto the bed, kneeling next to you. You kept eye contact with him as his hand reached between your legs. He yanked your panties to the side and cupped your cunt. You gasped at the contact, which turned to a moan as the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit.

“God, you’re already so wet,” he groaned. “Were you playing with yourself, princess?”

You shook your head quickly, another moan escaping your lips as he started to rub circles against your clit.

“No? This is just for me?” You nodded, but he pressed his thumb harshly against your clit. “Use your words.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “Yes, this is all just for you!”

“If this is all just for me, why did you post that picture for everyone to see?”

The pieces fell into place then. He had come home early because he saw the Instagram post. He was so dominant and lustful because of the picture you had posted.

Your plan had worked.

You tried not to seem so cocky over this. You’d definitely be punished if he knew the satisfaction you were feeling over this reaction.

You exclaimed in pleasure again as you felt two of Colson’s long, slender fingers pushing through your entrance. He curled them just right so that they hit your spot. You clutched at the bedsheets below you, writhing in pleasure. A look of admiration crossed Colson’s face for just a second as he watched you. He loved to see how good he made you feel, but he was also trying to keep the dominant persona going.

His fingers working inside of you and his thumb against your clit brought you to the edge within a matter of moments. You were feeling lightheaded as you chased your high. You were so close, when suddenly Colson retracted his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact, reaching for his hand to put it back where it had been. Colson grabbed your hand - both of them, actually - and pinned them over your head.

“You post that picture on Instagram,” he said, “for the entire world to see what’s mine, and you think I’d let you cum that easily?”

“Sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“I don’t think you are. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have posted that picture.”

He pulled you to sit up by your wrists before letting them go. “If you can be patient enough to take your master’s clothes off, you can have what you want.”

You tried not to seem too eager as you pulled Colson’s shirt over his head and started to unbutton his pants. You pulled them down along with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to pop free. You looked at it with wide, needy eyes. You were cautious as you reached for it, waiting to see if he was going to stop you. When he didn’t, you wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped a little. He moaned at your touch, his head lulling back.

You kissed the tip, causing him to gasp. Then you put the head in your mouth, still testing the waters. Turns out you didn’t need to test too hard. Colson put a hand on your head and thrusted deep into your throat. You gagged, but he only seemed to like that. He held your head and roughly fucked your mouth until your eyes were watering and the wetness between your legs grew.

Colson pulled out of your mouth and grabbed you by the throat. He roughly pushed you onto the bed and started (literally) tearing off your lingerie. “God, I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside of you.”

He ran the head through your soaked folds, lubing himself up before pushing himself into you. You moaned out around him. His fingertips dug into your hips as he lifted them for a better advantage point. Once you were stretched enough around him, he started roughly thrusting into you. Each merciless thrust abused your g spot and moans continued to tumble from your mouth.

You could hear him praising you, sometimes even asking you questions, but you were too fucked dumb to be able to respond. All you could think of was how good he felt inside of you, and whether or not you’d be able to hold your orgasm until he had his. You were really hoping he wouldn’t make you wait, but the dominant mindset he was in told you otherwise.

You could feel the familiar pressure beginning to build. Your eyes were rolling back into your head and your legs were tightening around his waist. He could feel your walls starting to clench around him.

“You gonna cum, princess?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Open those pretty eyes and look at me while you cum on this cock.”

You pried your eyes open and looked up at him. One of his hands moved from your hips to your hand, lacing your fingers together. He continued to thrust roughly into you until you felt yourself tumbling over the edge, screams of pleasure falling from your lips as you did so. You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and soon enough, he was groaning your name as he spilled his warmth inside of you.

Colson collapsed on top of you, holding himself up so that he didn’t completely crush you. You were both sticky with sweat and breathing heavy. Your eyes were trying to adjust as you came down from your high, but you were still feeling slightly cross eyed from the experience.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before Colson started to pull himself out of you and get up from the bed. You pouted as you watched him go. He saw your face and chuckled.

“I’m gonna go start the shower for us,” he said. “You can stay here till it’s ready. I figure you’re not able to walk just yet.”

Your still shaky legs were all the confirmation he needed.

“Please run it cold at first,” you said. “I don’t think I can do a hot shower right now.”

He chuckled against and nodded.

A few moments went by and you heard the shower in Colson’s ensuite start. He appeared back in the bedroom and helped you to your feet. You walked as best as you could towards the bathroom and got into the shower. You sighed as the cool water ran over your still hot and sweaty body, cooling you down to a reasonable temperature. Colson joined you, smiling at your reaction.

“So,” he said after a few moments of the two of you washing yourselves off, “what was that picture all about?”

You had almost forgotten what had gotten you to this point in the night. You weren’t sure if you should tell Colson the truth or not. Now that you had come down from your high, you worried that what you did may have seemed a bit...well...crazy. You could’ve talked to Colson about him being gone so much instead of posting a picture to make him jealous. Even if that picture had led to the hottest sex you had had in a while.

You sighed and decided to come clean. “I wanted to get your attention.”

Colson raised an eyebrow. “Well, that plan certainly worked. But why did you post a picture of yourself like that to do it?”

“Because it seemed like the only way,” you admitted. “You’ve been so busy lately and I was starting to feel...unimportant. I mean, I texted you while you were working today and you didn’t even respond. You just left me on read. I guess I just thought the only way to get your attention would be to post a picture like that and hope that maybe it would spark something inside of you.”

Colson ran a hand through your soaking hair before pulling you against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I know I’ve been busy. I never really realized how much I’ve been focusing on work versus how little I’ve been focusing on our relationship.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I mean...it’s not completely okay, but I can’t blame you. You’ve been doing so much that you’re so proud of, and I’m proud of you too. I just want an equal balance of work and relationship. I want to cheer you on from the frontlines, not from the sidelines.”

He kissed your forehead. “Deal. I promise that for the next week I am all yours, and once I go back to work I’m taking you with me as much as I can.”

You smiled up at him. “I accept that deal.”

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[babygreenxox]

Chances-- Part 1

There wasn't a moment in your life that you would change for this very moment. You can't help but stare at the human in front of you looking at you with confusion. Probably cause you're just standing in front of him, not making any movements or letting out any sounds. He's still holding out his abnormally large hand, it's looks so strong. You will yourself to move, lightly grasping his hand, gasping at the feeling of your hand brushing against his.

"Hey, what's your name sweetheart?" You swear you want to swoon.

"It's Y/N" He looks lost for a minute, gathering his thoughts, oh how you wish to be able to read his thoughts.

"Beautiful" he whispers before coughing, clearing his throat. "Your uh name is beautiful" he quickly lets out, staring right into his bright blue eyes; clouded over a bit, no doubt from a blunt. You smile and blush unable to control the facial expressions. "Thank you, Colson" you freeze "I meant Kelly" you force out. He looks back at you, his eyes somehow darker than they were a minute ago. "No, it's okay, you can call me Colson or anything you want sweetheart. Continuing to stare into each others eyes; completely forgetting that there's a line behind you also waiting to talk to Colson and sign stuff.

Looking up at him "Can you just sign this?" you say while placing your note book and poster of him on the table. "Of course baby girl" he takes a minute or two before he hands back your stuff. "Here you go, it was nice meeting you" he smirks "You too" he replies with a wink before he moves his attention to the next fan.

You get back to your car before you take a look at the autograph you just got. You glance down to your poster which was signed with his signature and initials, you then look to your notebook. There's more writing then the autograph on your poster. 'It was nice meeting you, I don't know why but I want to know more about you. If you feel comfortable, here's my address ****************** stop by around 7 tonight. If not, I completely understand, take care sweetheart' -Colson Baker

Your eyes are the size of saucers, heart thumping loud and fast against your rib cage. He did not, how uh-why. Excited you already know your mind is made up; you are definitely going to his house. Now just got to find something to wear; you speed home so you can tear apart your closet, trying to find something to wear that makes you feel confidence and sexy. Groaning you look at the time already 5:30 you settle on skin tight high waisted jeans and basic black crop top, remembering to match your underwear. You know just in case it's really just to make me feel more confident. Yeah keep telling yourself that. Shaking your head you head into the shower so you can get dressed, dry your hair, and do your make-up.

After the next hour of getting ready; feeling satisficed with your appearance, you decide you need to get on the road to Colson's house. Hoping for the best to come out of this encounter.

You nervously pull up to a mansion, not even surprised by the size. You wouldn't expect anything else from. You drive to the big white gates, after giving only your name you are beeped in and start driving up to the house. As you park the car you get goosebumps, anxious, not sure what to expect when you finally knock on the front door. You knock loudly three times, the door opens not even a minute later. "Hello, Miss, are you here for Mr. Baker?" an older gentleman asks, you assume he's the care taker and nod gently. He gestures for you to follow him; which you do timidly. Scared to even speak cause you're afraid no sound will come out if you even tried.

You are brought to what seems go be a living room or chill room. You spot three people sitting down smoking blunts and having some drinks. There's Pete, Slim, and finally Colson. As you near them they all snap their heads up immediately; frozen, shocked you shake your head and greet all of them with a soft smile. Pete is the first to get up and shake your hand giving you a hug as well. "Hey honey, I'm Pete" smiling "I know" you meekly reply. Slim stands and gives you a bear hug like he has known you for your whole life. "Hey girl, wassup" you start laughing "can't complain" you shrug. "True" he sits back down puffing on a blunt. Colson hasn't moved since he locked eyes with you, frozen, can't breathe, and pulse racing.

You see Pete smack his knee and say something to him you can't make out. Colson finally stands and walks to you with blunt in hand. "Sweetheart, I'm so glad you decided to come tonight" he smiles. "I admit I'm completely curious" you say carefully. "Oh, sweetheart so am I" he smirks and offers you some of the blunt "You don't have to" he gets out but your already taking a big puff and blowing it out. He chuckles and brings you over to where he was sitting. "Beer, Cola or something stronger?" "Cola, more of a smoker than a drinker" he raises his eyebrows "Gotchu" he brings you back a can of cola, in the background you can hear one of his songs playing as well as Slim and Pete talking.

"Sweetheart, tell me more about you" Colsons eyes sparkle you swear you just seen a twinkle in his eyes. You sigh, "Well, I work a community center running programs for youth and families. I have one older brother who lives on the other side of the country. I just turned 26 last month and basically spend most of my free time reading, listening to music, and sketching. Not very interesting" you finish and realize that three sets of eyes are staring at you. "What did I say?" not sure why no one responds. "Shit sorry sweetheart but you sound like an angel" Colson smiles wide. "Agreed" both Pete and Slim chime.

"We're going to head out Kells, and nice meeting you" Pete says. Slim repeats the same action. You look at Colson realizing he closer to you than before. Your pulse speeds up, unsure on what is happening.

"Sweetheart, tell me to stop and I will" without another word he crashes his lips into yours causing you to gasp. He slips his tongue in where you fight with him for control. He groans into your mouth as you straddle his lap, throwing your arms behind his neck; hands going straight into his hair and tugs lightly. He moans gripping your ass harshly grinding into you. "You okay with this sweetheart?" he whispers with that twinkle in his eyes again. You nod and he furrows his eyebrows "Words babygirl" he demands huskily. "Yes please" you almost beg. He groans, picking you up like you weigh nothing and continues kiss you as it gets more heated he rushes to his room and tosses you on the bed. You giggle in return. He climbs on top of you quickly after discarding his shirt, kissing down your neck leaving hickies where ever he can get. Getting more frustrated he pulls at your top and you sit up for him to slide it off along with your bra. Grasping your breasts you moan, he starts to lick and kiss your nipple before switching to the next paying both attention. Feeling like you died and went to heaven right then.

He starts to tweak your already hard nipples, drawing a loud moan out of you. He starts to kiss down your stomach leaving trails of wet kisses down until he reaches the top of your pants. Starting to pull at your pants silently asking for permission, nodding frantically, he chuckles "Eager are we sweetheart?" you start to pout at his comment tugging on him. He chuckles again before pulling your pants down to your ankles before slipping them off rest of the way.

After stripping them off of you he yanks down your panties so hard they almost rip. "Hey be careful" you tell him, he only chuckles in response. Groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy, he wastes no time diving in between your legs. He pauses to look at you "So sweet just like I thought you'd be" before running his tongue through your soaked slit making his way up to your clit. He puts more pressure on the slick bud, sucking on it gently. Your a moaning mess underneath him. He slowly builds the pressure in your belly, drawing loud mewls out of you. He sinks two digits into your core. Pumping at a steady pace.

"Colson! Don't stop" you shout and he continues his assault on your pussy. You pull his hair signaling how close you were.

"God that's it lose it for me sweetheart" he grunts as he eats you out like it's his last meal, almost feral causing you to lose it. Cumming hard on his tongue. Legs still from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

"That was nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you" he smirks with a glint of something in his blue eyes. Almost challenging you, like you can't handle it.

"Bring it on Baker" you challenge back.

This is going to be a long night.

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[kissgunkelly]

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[kellsgirl6]

night ride

pairing: mgk x fem reader

word count: 1062 words

summary: anon request, soft dom colson, angst to fluff

warnings/tags: soft D/s, daddy kink, praise kink, fingering

It had been a long, stressful week and you were at the end of your rope, physically speaking. Both you and Colson had been put through the wringer in other areas of your life and it left so little time for each other, it made you cranky on top of everything else. 

Which led to you throwing a tantrum because you simply snapped. “It’s not fair!” You yelled, throwing your phone in the direction of the couch. “Shit just keeps piling up. Fuck this.” 

You were totally frustrated because nobody at work appreciated you enough. You had just pulled an all nighter working on a project when your manager told you your boss didn’t like it, and you’d have to start all over again. You were torn between breaking things or breaking down and crying. 

Col entered the house just as you were in the middle of your breakdown. “Hey,” he said, concerned, his brows pulled together. He crossed the room, dropping his bag. “What’s wrong, baby?” He pulled his arms around you. But you didn’t want comfort, not right now. You shrugged out of his arms. 

“This week fucking sucks. I’m so done!” You said, offering no explanation. He looked at you with pained, confused eyes as you walked past him and stomped upstairs. You didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, not even your boyfriend. 

“Hey...baby.” The notes of hurt and upset in his voice were clear and he followed you upstairs almost as soon as you had left. He closed the door behind the two of you. It was dark in the bedroom because you hadn’t turned on the light.

“Y/N what’s wrong? Talk to me baby.” 

You couldn’t help it and now you were crying. “Just...everything.” Your sobs shook your chest and your shoulders shook. You turned away because on top of everything else, it was embarrassing to have him catch you crying. 

“Baby...look at me.” He tipped your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look at him. It was dark, but you could still make out the magnetic hue of his blues. 

“We had a tough week, didn’t we?” You nodded, blinking away tears. “No need to take it out on me.” 

“I’m sorry...” You whimpered. “I didn’t mean to.” Now you felt guilty on top of everything else. Your arms came up around his waist. “I’m really sorry.” 

“Don’t be. But you know what, you got thinking of an idea...” His frown turned smooth and there was a smirk on his face now. 

“Oh?” Colson’s ideas were always either slightly or greatly worrying. Depending on the situation. His friends could attest to it. 

“Yeah. How about we take some of the stress out on each other?” 

“Oh...okay?” You could see the glint in his eyes and it got you excited, tingly even. 

“Go put on that set I love and a black dress. Meet me out front in ten.” 

He left the room to go into his walk in closet and you rushed to yours. You didn’t want to be late or disobey when Colson shifted into dom mode. You knew what happened if you did. 

Putting on his favorite black set of lingerie with a short black dress over it, you strutted outside to the sports car parked outside. 

“Gorgeous as always,” Colson complimented. He opened the car door for you and put you in the passenger’s seat. 

“Where we going, daddy?” you asked, brow raised. 

“For a little drive,” he said, pulling out of the driveway. He took quiet backroads and soon you were in a hilly area up above where he lived, with no one around. 

“Take the dress off,” he commanded softly. 

“I— what?” 

“I said what I said,” he replied, glancing your way. That dark look was still in his eyes. “You want to disobey me babygirl?” 

“Nah— no. okay.” You undid your seatbelt and began to pull the dress over your head, dropping it in the backseat. You were left in a very revealing black lace lingerie set and it made you blush deep red. 

“Good girl,” he said, and you felt his hand on your thigh. “How does it feel.” 

“Very exposed,” you said, laughing nervously. 

“In a bad way?” 

“No...not really...just...exposed.” You laughed again.

“You got nothing to worry about though, right baby? You’re with me.” He gave your thigh a squeeze with his large hand. You felt all the heat pool right at your core as he did that. 

“Yeah, no...no I don’t,” you agreed.

“Exactly.” He kept his hand on your thigh as he drove, massaging it. Eventually he pushed the fabric of the lingerie aside, and his fingers were on your bare flesh, massaging your pussy. 

“Oh...” you whimpered, looking his way. Colson kept his eyes on the road, like a responsible driver. But his other hand was playing with you the entire time. 

“You like that, baby?” 

“Yes...” you managed to answer. Maybe a little too much. 

Somehow, he managed to find the one spot in L.A. that was completely deserted. There were no other cars, just the two of you at an overlook that looked over the entire city. He had been teasing and toying with you the entire ride, and you were soaked. You could tell he was hard too. 

As soon as he killed the engine, you knew what he would do next.

“Get over here,” he rasped, throwing off his seatbelt and grabbing you into his lap.

“Yes, Daddy.” You were both so preoccupied with freeing him from his pants, you chipped a nail. But you didn’t even care, both of you were laughing having such a good time. 

*** *** *** 

After all was said and done you were dressed again and driving back home. It didn’t take long before Colson was pulling back into his driveway and turning off the engine. 

You felt so different from how you did getting into the car. Refreshed, happy, a different you. Undoing your seatbelt, you leaned across your seat before Colson could get out of his and kissed him, deep. 

“I love you so much,” you said, your hand holding the side of his face. He kissed you again, so deeply you were worried about starting another round right here, in his driveway.

"Love you too, baby,” he said, pulling back and looking you in the eyes. “Always.” 

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[apolloanddaphnis]

Liz and Billy

Synopsis: Minka Farrah is the screen siren of the Art side of Hollywood's. David Lynch's new muse, inspires designers the new Elizabeth Taylor. Despite her appearance, she's always there for her friends. Megan's one of her best, but it turns out Megan isn't the only one who needs a shoulder to cry on, her fiancé Colson Baker, known to the world as the notorious Machine Gun Kelly, needs a shoulder too, and what a lovely sweet smelling, empathetic shoulder it is.

Going to be a Colson x OC fic.

It's going to be an explicit fic.

Warnings for first chapter: Not proofread, mentions of suicide attempts, mental health mentions.

I. Giant

♡♡Minka's POV ♡♡

Megan wasn't doing good.

We've been friends since we met on the set of my film Poison. We bonded over our love for music and she was easy and fun to be around, after that we started spending as much time as we could together and texted everyday, when we weren't filming on location she made herself an unofficial resident at my French revival on Ridgedale drive. Claiming I give the best sleepovers.

The harlot loves stealing my makeup too, Claiming I have so much makeup like a department store I wouldn't notice it missing. I let her, it's not as if I couldn't easily replace it.

I was the only person she told absolutely everything to, perhaps that's why I never corrected her when she would irk me.

Pour example, when she bugs me about why I don't get down there surgery, or after my mother who was my best friend died how I didn't find her warm enough, she has a habit of dealing with tragedy in a way Jack Frost would; Too much silence, almost like she's watching a car crash. And let's not forget that every time I desired to come out to everyone about being a transwoman, she discouraged it because my career is far too successful. Which in my good opinion is precisely why I should, I owe it to my fans to every child or adult who feels trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to them.

I well ignored her well-intentioned advice and came out anyway, while I was a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race. The media lost it people lost it, many angry men who harbored illicit fantasies of me were outraged and women claimed I was far too pretty to be a man. The news beautifully purged me of my ignorant fans, the loyal and open minded remained, and my film career didn't hurt too terribly because I was already in a more artistic genre, people would say I'm the Elizabeth Taylor of Isabella Rosselini, a Bettie Page sort of Isabelle Adjani.

When backlash arrived, Megan lovingly pointed out it was expected because of how people are, I didn't need that. She's not like Anya, who is my warmer friend.

It can't be helped, it's just her nature, she has never dealt with emotions and high stressed situations well, I can accept that.

Despite that, whenever something particularly irks or disturbs her good moods, I'm the first person she calls, and like a dutiful friend I drop it all to run to her beck and call.

She's been starting to see the rapping singer Machine Gun Kelly, the gorgeously painted tower of a man. I never listened to his music and as a fan of Motley Crüe I found The Dirt inaccurate and ridiculous. But he did a very good job as Tommy Lee. I'll admit that.

Megan is mad about Colson, that's his name. She's peanuts and almonds about him, I think it mainly has to do with how apparently skilled he is between the sheets which I can definitely see. But, unfortunately Colson like many artists, suffer from mental health issues, and Meg darling little Nutmeg is not the best with that especially as someone so beautifully intense and tragic as Mr. Baker.

Pete and I have talked about this, my best friend, my absolute beloved, who is actually Colson's beloved best friend as well. So funny that the rapper and I have only met once at Pete's birthday party. He stared at me for a rather long time before offering me a cigarette, I asked if they were French and he laughed before some girl took him away. And that was that, I was called away to Budapest for that Polanski movie.

But Megan has been telling me her forever love has been incredibly paranoid, and blaming her for not being there enough. She was thoroughly upset, and this morning she called me at 5, she couldn't sleep. She told me they fought all through the night and she was glad Casie was at her mother's. I bit back asking about her boys who she spends less and less time with these days. I climbed out of my big, comfy bed away from my canine kinder and American Sable. "Boys, we're going to Auntie Meg's a little early this morning." I Yawned, removing my silk sleeping mask and headscarf. This wasn't the first time I woke up at this time of course, but I savored my days off.

I tie on my vintage circa 1980 Victoria's Secret robe and slip on my satin rabbit shaped slippers before turning on the light on my side table.

I opened the curtains of my French doors that opened up to my bedroom balcony before inhaling the sweet air of the rose hour, and walked through the connecting door to my hardly humble and spacious master bath. No time for luxuriating in my jacuzzi tub, it's a shower today. I rubbed my eyed and messily pinned up what I could of my raven bob, pushing it back by a satin headband and capped it before slipping off my robe and entering my four person shower for one.

The heat was high and delicious and I had to remind myself that this was to be quick, Chanel facial care was my friend and aveeno's oat shower oil and doves macadamia nut body polish were the lovers that kissed my skin.

Once my duties were done I shut off the well pressured shower and dried off with my egyptian cotton towels from the warmer. I rubbed on my toner, serum, essence, moisturizer, spf, eye cream and lip care. I massaged my aveeno baby lotion on and brushed my hair down brushing in the L'Oreal mythic oil, and washed my hands with L'Occitane before moisturizing my hands with their hand cream. I quickly brushed and water flossed my teeth and for makeup it was very basic for my usual, just L'Oreal serum foundation, reddish sweetbriar and rose oil comfort lip oil by Clarins, and Lancome mascara to accentuate my violet-blue eyes a little.

I neglected my underwear today and pulled on my black, v-dipped spandex shorts, and pulled on my white polo halter, backless cropped top that says Los Angeles in black old English text on my right breast. I perfumed my pulse points with eau fraiche by Chanel before rushing to slip on my black 90s slip on sandal wedges.

I washed my chiweenie and skunks faces and leashed them up, before grabbing my Coach black tabby and 90s Prada sunglasses.

I locked up the house and called my driver Kaiden. In record time he pulled up in my black Rolls Royce that I was still too afraid to drive. I'm afraid of driving, yes, and I know it's ridiculous but I can't help the irrational fear. "Morning Kaiden, I hope you had enough sleep."

Kaiden is an ex user. I was at the Beverly Center one day and I saw this hungry young man who happened to be homeless, it upset me so much. I can't stand seeing people on the street and there's so many, so I asked him if he could drive and he said yes, and I asked him how would he like to drive luxury cars for a living. I set him up in a luxury apartment on la brea, got him medical and dental and mental health care all holistic, a signing bonus. The rest is history, Kaiden is like family and he likes to act as my bodyguard as well even though I do have one, Jack. He's protective of me, forever grateful. I look after him, make sure he goes to his therapy sessions and I cook for him and take care of his laundry. I've got a soft spot for the twenty four year old.

"I did, did you?"

"Yes I was a good girl, no parties last night, got my full eight hours father." I teased. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No mother." He teased right back.

I smiled. "I'm going to make breakfast at Meg's, she won't mind you joining, how does that sound?"

"Like I'd ever turn down your food."

"Don't make me blush."

It takes about forty minutes for me to get to Meg's new Encino mans with her rakish knight.

Kaiden parks and takes my skunk, Nikki, as I carry Vince, my chiweenie. I text her that I'm here with Kaiden and she tells me to go around back to not wake Colson.

We do as we're told and Meg is there waiting for us in her pajamas that consist of booty lounge shorts, UGG slippers, a t- shirt that obviously belonged to Colson, and her ebony hair up in a messy bun. "Hi beautiful." I whispered softly before pulling her into a hug and kissed her cheek that was warm from sleep.

"I'm so glad to see you, babe." She said softly as she squeezed me. She waved to Kaiden and slid the backdoor back to let us in.

I set Vince down who followed Kaiden and Nikki, my inked driver knew the routine and headed to the den to give Meg and I privacy.

I slipped off my sandals and followed Meg into the kitchen. I went to the coffee station to start that. I got her and Colson a Nespresso machine and milk frother with many capsules for a housewarming gift.

I put in the rich chocolate capsule that was known for its creamy and chocolate notes, and poured oat milk creamer into the frother. "Okay, I want your guts on the table." I said to her with a smile.

She sighed and slumped her body onto the island. "I can't even like…Mink…" she said my nickname with such exhaustion.

I went over to her and gently rubbed her back aside and pushed a random object off the counter. I love Meg but she's kind of a slob, but a very cute slob. "Deep breaths, like you're using a straw." I encouraged softly.

She did the breathing exercise I taught her and l went to grab three mugs and filled them with coffee, cream, and sugar. I gave her a mug and kissed her head. "Sip some of this and prepare to let It all out, I'll be right back." I left her briefly to give Kaiden his coffee, he and the fur boys were laying on the couch. I then returned to an exhausted Megan sipping her coffee. I took my mug and sat beside her. "Okay, let it out, it's just me."

She teared up as she nursed the glass mug. "It's so fucking hard sometimes, Mink." She whispered. "I can handle it I can but…I mean I'm fucking human, I can handle shit like remember I told you about the accident with Brian."

Brian was her ex husband, only knew him from playing David Silver on Beverly Hills 90210, and he's the father of her boys. They went through a lot together between his ex, being victims of the Bling Ring, and his car accident that had him partially paralyzed for a while and not to mention her affair with Shia LaBeouf. She's right, she can handle a lot.

"But," She continued. "It's fucking insane when you get called up at work from your fiancée, and he fucking tells you you're not there…" her eyes are watery and her voice starts to break.. "And talking crazy shit like somebody's after him, a-and he has a goddamn gun in his mouth!" She whispered hysterically before crying on my shoulder.

I felt my throat run dry, my tongue heavy, I set my mug down and pulled her into a hug as she wailed. Colson tried to kill himself? When was this? He must be in some awful pain to feel like he needed such an awful way out. I took a deep breath to push my own floodgates back, because it's not about me. "He was using at the time, he stopped since then, but I can't get that out of my head, Minka. I fucking can't. Why the hell would he do that to me? And I have been there for him I'm always there, I'm starting to think he wants me to stop my career and keep me in this fucking house!"

My blood ran cold, no wasn't the time for Megan to make it about herself. She Knew what she signed up for with Colson, he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her. I took a deep breath. "Meg, I'm going to run you a bath, relax, listen to a true crime podcast and I'll make you breakfast okay? and try to clean this place up." The sink was full of dishes.

She let out a shaky breath of relief before hugging me tight. "Bitch, I swear to God I don't know how I got along without you before."

I wiped her eyes. "Please, I'm just nosy." I took her mostly empty coffee and put it in the sink before we both crept upstairs. The bathroom was chaotic and I ended up doing a quick cleaning and made a mental note to have Petra order them that new kItty litter I saw on TV with the cat goddess. I found some Lush bath bombs and put them in the big, hot jacuzzi tub, poured Laura Mercier in and lit some candles. I had Alexa put on some true crime and had the towels set up in the warmer.

Once Meg was situated, I crept back down to the kitchen. I had music on low and gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. From scratch I made Russian, honey poppy seed roll, croque Madame sandwich, and fruit salad. I made orange juice from scratch and added turmeric-ginger shots. I was cleaning the kitchen with the vigorous intention of making it spotless, dancing to 'Giant' by The The, swaying my hips when a familiar voice breaks into the scene. "Am I interrupting something?"

I stopped abruptly holding the broom, and spun around to see none other than all 6'4 of freshly awakened Colson Baker. He looked Michelin level delicious in boxers that hung low on his hips and absolutely nothing else.

His cobalt blue eyes weren't looking at her, they were staring. They traveled down her body making her feel self conscious. Like most people, she's attracted to him, he has that typical Taurus beauty that has you hypnotized. No one would ever guess from her vintage, art house style but, the entire punk rock and tatted I just got on parole for good behavior look is her absolute favorite.

"I just made some breakfast, Meg's in a bath, would you like some coffee?"

He sucked his lip in before giving me another once over. "Yeah, have you seen my lighter? Shit it looks clean in here."

"I have and no, you're not smoking right now." I said as I handed him his coffee.

He smirked and sat down at the island with his mug. "Okay ma." He moaned as he sipped the coffee. "Damn I love this shit, even though it gives me the shits."

I smiled. "Everything gives you the shits because you're taurus, you guys have issues." I teased as I made his plate. Megan is the same, the beautiful actress is quite gassy.

"Meg told me you know a lot about astrology."

I set his plate down, and a glass of the juice I made. "My mother was into it, her great grandmother was a gypsy from Krakow."

"That's bomb, was she psychic?"

I gave him a secretive smile. "I'll be back." I had Kaidens plate and bowls for all the animals in the house. After making sure everyone got their food, except for Megan because she's still in the bath, I grabbed my plate and joined Colson, who was inhaling his plate. "Fuck, this is so what I needed. You can cook, you know that?"

I don't know why I liked hearing his approval, he's just one of those people you always want to impress perhaps. "Glad you like it, I love cooking, I believe a good meal can fix just about anything."

"Well maybe if you hosted Thanksgiving this year, it'll fix how fucked up I am." He finished his sandwich looking like he wanted to say something. "She told you, didn't she?"

I didn't respond, which answered his question. "Did you come here to check up on her? And chew me out?" He had a defensive tone, used to people yelling at him to get his shit together no doubt.

"Truthfully, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Colson…I know we hardly know each other, but I worry about you. And you don't need a lecture you need…" he needs someone to understand him, he needs comfort, he needs everything Megan isn't giving him right now. But I didn't say that. "A few good meals." I finished.

His eyes were on me as his teeth tore into the poppy seed roll. My eyes admired him, he's so beautiful, the way he was put together was perfect. How could someone so beautiful be so broken? I didn't want to give him the you're not alone spiel, but he isn't. He's a true artist, he feels more than the average person and has gone through so much, being proven again and again he's no one's priority. He just wants to feel that he matters that his demons are wrong. He doesn't need to be told how to deal with his mental health.

Anything Anything by Dramarama played on my Spotify, he perked up before bobbing his head to the moody yet bouncy rock music. "Yo, I felt that before. I like these lyrics."

"Yeah me too, I love music like this, that makes you feel so raw."

I sang along but stopped as Colson stared at me wide-eyed. "Sorry, I know I'm not good." I said sheepishly.

"No! No, you actually have a very beautiful voice. Why didn't you ever do anything with it?"

I could feel my skin heat up. "I…acting is more of my calling and I thought my voice sounded too squeaky to be any good."

"Well, you can do both, it's done everyday. "

I smiled as I finished up my meal. "After you're done I'll clean up and get out of your hair, Meg's plate is in the microwave okay?"

"Nah you can stick around, kinda having a calming effect on the house. Like human sage." He smiled.

My heart raced and I couldn't help but return his effortlessly pretty smile.

He spoke again due to me not answering. "If you're not busy, I know you got a lot going on."

I took out my phone to text my manager. "We're good, I pushed it back."

His eyes lit up. "Cool, you play Mario Kart?"

"Never have." I don't play video games but for Colson, I will. "I guess you'll have to teach me."

"You're so…"

I bit my lip. "What?"

"You're like someone went back in time and brought you here, it's cool."

I laughed. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Hey, for real though, where's my lighter? I was a good boy and ate my food."

"More like inhaled it." I teased before going to a drawer and pulling it out and handing it to him, our fingertips brushed and I swore I felt an electric jolt. How strange. Our eyes met and I laughed before gently stroking his nail. "I need to give you a manicure, your paint is chipped." I took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. I was always affectionate to all of my friends, kisses and hugs, they always teased me that despite looking like a child I behave like I'm someone's aunt that hasn't seen them in a while.

Colson must have not liked it because he stared at me like I grew two heads. I got up from the table and took his empty dishes. "I'm sorry, I forget not everyone likes to be touched."

"No, I– it's cool, I…liked it. It's just, unless it's someone I'm with, I'm not used to being touched."

"Maybe you're platonically touch-starved." I suggested as I loaded the dishwasher.

"Maybe you could help me satiate that."

A shiver ran up my spine at him saying satiate and it shouldn't have. He doesn't need more people who lust after him or want him. He needs someone to care just to care and not to gain.

"I was in a mental hospital for six months." I said suddenly as I started the dishwasher.

It was quiet for a moment and my heart was racing because Maybe I said the wrong thing.

"Minka…you don't have to say anything…" His voice was soft and tender.

"I want to, I want you to, to…I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass when I said I understand. I'm not just placating and patronizing you to make myself feel better 'helping' or to say I tried." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him, my back against the counter. His eyes wandered over my image again. "Colson, I was bullied so badly and I didn't know what I was…it was all so confusing, so awful…I didn't react too well…I don't know what I hated more, the hospital or school. My mom couldn't handle me being away that long and took me back home. I'm glad she did. She made it a little easier and less confusing…I don't know what I'd do without her." The last word turned into a frightened whisper. "I lost her almost two years ago and…it hasn't been easy, I feel so empty. I know it was awful for you when you lost your father Colson, even if he wasn't the father he should have been." A cold tear slipped down my cheek and I closed my eyes and turned away. I took a drying towel and dabbed my eyes carefully. I checked my reflection in a dish and turned back around To face him. He stared again, always staring.

"Minka…I'm so…sorry." His pretty powder blue eyes teared up.

I quickly made my way over to him and gently took his hands. "Goodness, you're tall." I put on a good smile. ''Don't you dare feel bad for me, and besides we're not making this about me. I just want you to know you can talk to me, be raw with me. You can be sushi!" I attempted to joke, he cracked a smile.

Unexpectedly, he pulled me into a hug. It was such a warm and comforting one, strangely it made me feel safe. I felt so selfish for thinking that way. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist. I think he needs a hug, but it's easier if he convinces himself it's for me.

We stayed like this for a while. He smelled like warmth and sleep and a little kush.

"Hey, I smell food!" It was Megan's raspy, sensual voice.

I pulled back from Colson fast enough to cause whiplash. Quickly I got her plate from the microwave and her juice from the fridge, handing it to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Colson went over to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She giggled and turned to kiss his mouth.

I felt rude being here as their kissing became more intense, quietly I left the kitchen and headed into the living room. "Kay, gather pups, let's go." I texted my agent to tell him nevermind.

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The Tour V

Warning: swearing, smut

This day is shit. Actually shit is an understatement for how the day is. You know you look like complete and utter crap the next day but you don’t care. Everyone stays away from you, including Colson, and to be perfectly honest with yourself, it was fucking lonely. You know that everyone is pretty wrapped up in the tour and therefore doesn’t have a whole lot of spare time to deal with your personal existential crisis but you were pretty disappointed that when everyone returned from interviews and publicity appearances, no one ventured into your room to talk. You’re still not even sure how Colson got into your room last night and it’s eating you alive.

You get a text from Ashleigh around 5:30, informing you that everyone is heading out to dinner at 6 and if you feel up to joining. You don’t even get a chance to respond before Rook comes blinding into your room.

“Seriously, how is everyone doing that?!” you screech as you rush for a pair of pants to throw on.

“Doing what?” he asks with a goofy grin and an eye roll at your reaction.

“Getting into my room without me letting them?” you kick him off your bed with a shove which just makes him roll his eyes again but he saunters over to the sofa.

“Ashleigh gets extras of everyone’s room keys in case we lose them and get locked out of our room or if we slept through our alarm.”

Wait, so Ashleigh knows Colson came in last night?

The thought terrifies you because you can’t really think of a reason as to why Colson would need to come into your room at 2am. What did he tell her to get the key without her asking questions? If there’s one thing you know about him, it’s that he’s not one for answering questions he doesn’t want to.

Or for sticking around after sex.

“What the hell is going on in that brain of yours?” Rook looks seriously concerned as he watches you stand in the middle of the room.

“I…”

You’re desperate to say the words out loud. To tell someone so you don’t feel completely alone and lost in your feelings but you’re conflicted. Rook is not only your best friend but Colson’s too. You don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position but you worry that you may suffocate trying to keep this to yourself.

“Colson and I had sex last night and then he took off when I went to use the bathroom without so much as a thank you.”

Rook’s face drops and his skin pales. He sits there staring at you for what feels like forever. He closes his mouth and opens it so many times he genuinely looks like a fish. You need him to say something, anything!

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he growls, jumping to his feet and striding to the door. You quickly jump in front of him, blocking him from the door.

“No, please don’t do anything!” you beg but Rook has that murderous look in his eyes that makes you nervous.

“Get the fuck out of my way Y/N!”

“Rook,” your bottom lip quivers and his face softens slightly.

“Aw honey.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, desperately trying to comfort you. Rook hates when you cry because it happens so rarely, he’s always unsure of how to go about it. He pulls you towards your bed and you sit next to him while he rubs circles on your back. You tell him everything. About the couch, the kiss, him coming to your room. Once you start talking it’s like word vomit. You tell him how conflicted you are, how you’re stuck between wanting to wring his neck and runaway to lick your wounds, alone.

“Has he said anything about why he’s been in such a shitty mood lately?” Rook finally says after a few moments of silence.

“That’s your takeaway from everything I just told you?” you’re completely dumbfounded and your tone conveys that clearly.

“I’m sorry it’s just you’re the first person he’s properly spent any time with in months, I thought maybe it would come up.”

“Yeah in between orgasms he told me his biggest, darkest secrets and we bonded while he braided my hair.”

“Ok, point taken! And don’t ever mention your orgasms to me again.”

You roll your eyes because sometimes you think Rook forgets you’re a woman who has sex. To him, it’s like picturing your little sister having sex. A knock on the door interrupts your banter and you stand to answer it. You’re surprised to find Colson on the other side, looking at his feet and you peer over your shoulder to see Rook visibly tense.

“Are you coming to dinner?” Colson asks, still not looking at you. You can feel the glare Rook is shooting at him because it’s boring into your back.

“I…I don’t know, I’m not that hungry.”

“Listen Y/N,” Colson finally looks up and spots Rook over your shoulder. “Oh, hey man. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“I came to get her for dinner,” Rook’s voice is tight, like he’s barely managing to keep himself calm.

You look between the two of them, feeling the tension building in your chest as they stare at each other. Neither of them makes any attempt to lighten the mood and the atmosphere is physically suffocating you. You have to remind yourself to breathe and you let out a breath you were holding. Rook’s eyes twitch to your face before looking back at Colson, daggers in his eyes.

“Couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut for at least 24 hours, huh?” Colson shoots his own daggers at you and your stomach drops.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Rook is across the room and in Colson’s face in seconds.

Even though Rook is a head shorter than Colson, he could definitely hold his own in a fight. You step between the two of them, both their chests rising and falling against your shoulders as you squeeze your way into the small space they allow. Rook relaxes as you stand between them as you knew he would. He would never put you in harm's way and getting in a punch on with you so close would do exactly that.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumble to no one in particular just as Baze and Slim come to your door.

“Jesus, what the fuck is going on in here?” Baze jokes but when no one laughs, he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m not coming to dinner,” you answer him as Rook moves away. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to stay with you and be a good friend but he’s torn because you’re sure he’s starving. “You go Rook, order a big steak for me.”

“Pfft, not like you could afford one,” Colson mutters under his breath.

Slim, Baze and Rook’s mouths all drop open. That was below the belt, even for him, especially in front of everyone. Rook looks like he wants to beat the shit out of him and Baze and Slim look like they want to hold Colson down so he can get as many hits in as possible. You square your shoulders and lift your head high as you look directly at Colson.

“Ooo, pointing out my lack of funds, real original asshole. At least if I had money, I wouldn’t waste it on alcohol, drugs and hookers. Unlike some people, I don’t need to pay to have others in my company. I get it all for free.” you punctuate each word so what you’re saying really sinks in for him.

Yeah all these people are my friends because they want to be, not because I pay their salary.

“Fuck you,” he spits at you before turning on his heels and heading back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

After your big blow up with Colson, everyone pretty much scrambled as soon as he left. Rook gave you one last hug before heading with the guys to dinner. You were completely fuming at what he’d said. Why is the money thing such a big deal to him? Is he pissed that you’re making money off him by simply being on the tour as his personal babysitter? Maybe it bothers him that the record label felt the need to hire you to keep him on track. It is kind of insulting considering he’s a grown man.

You decide it’s driving you insane just sitting around your hotel room so you decide to get ready for the concert earlier than planned. The cars aren’t leaving until 8 for a start time of 9:30 but you decide you might head to the restaurant everyone else is at for a drink. You hop in a boiling hot shower, washing your hair and shaving your legs twice to help drain some time. As you look down at your bruised breasts, your mind drifts to Colson and his lips on your skin. You hadn’t noticed until you were undressing for your shower that his fingers had left bruises on your hips from when he held you down as he ate you out. Your nipples harden at the thought and you have to push the images away.

Be mad at him.

When you get out of the shower, you blowdry your hair and run the straightener over it. You go heavier than usual on your makeup but it always makes you feel more confident when you’re all dolled up and you don’t want Colson to see how much he affects you. You wrap the towel around your body as you step out of the bathroom to pick your outfit. You stop dead when you spot a shirtless Colson lying on your bed, arms behind his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A cigarette hangs from his pink lips and your insides quiver.

“Why the fuck does everyone keep inviting themselves into my room?” you spit at him.

He doesn’t look at you and you fold your arms over your chest, pushing your tits up a little. His eyes zero in on that movement and you suddenly feel very self-conscious that there’s nothing but a towel between your body and his eyes.

“Only sluts wear red lipstick,” he muses, staring at your chest and your face heats with embarrassment. You square your shoulders and think of a quick retort.

“As I remember, I wasn’t exactly a saint in that bed last night.” His jaw twitches and you see a flicker of lust cross his face as he looks at you again.

Hmm interesting.

“Pretty sure I remember you moaning my name as I came all over your dick, begging me to call you daddy.”

He growls and swings his legs over the bed to face you. You stroll over to him, hips swinging, tits bouncing with every step. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see nothing but white on his knuckles. His eyes are large as he stares at you, lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as you stand in front of him, his face directly at chest height. You see him inhale deeply and his eyes flutter. You’re enjoying this game you’re playing with him way too much to stop, even though you know you should.

“Left all those marks on my tits and my hips so I’d remember exactly who I spent the night with. Exactly who ate my pussy so well that I creamed all over his face, like the slutty sinner I am, right daddy?”

A mix between a guttural moan and a snarl erupts from his throat and his lips are on yours, slamming you against the wall. He strips the towel from your body, throwing it behind him. He presses his body to yours, rubbing his hard cock against your bare pussy. You moan into his mouth, the friction heaven on your dripping pussy. As much as you’re enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the wall, you want to be in control. You put your hand in the centre of his chest and push with force. He stumbles back, falling back on the bed with a thump. Before he can react you’re on him, straddling him. You grind your hips down so you’re rubbing over his growing erection. You flick his jeans open, pulling his briefs down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him. He’s so large in your hand, you’re suddenly intimidated.

How the hell did that fit last night?

You drop to your knees, licking the purple head tasting his precum. He moans your name as you swirl your tongue around. The thick veins in his dick throb as you tease him. You lick underneath from the base to the tip and back down. You take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks to create a deep suction. The top half of Colson’s body reels up and he stares down at you between his legs, wrapping your hair around his hand and pushing you down. You gag but push deeper until you can feel him down your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he whines as you bob your head up and down, creating a comfortable pace that has him panting and swearing.

You want to stop. A loud voice in your head is screaming at you to stop. The game you started has taken a completely different turn and you don’t know if you can bring yourself to follow through. The throb in your pussy is begging you to satisfy her but your ego is desperate to teach Colson a lesson. Right as he’s on the edge, the precipice just within reach as you continue to work him with your hand and your mouth, red lipstick smearing his cock, you pull away. You stand, dabbing around your mouth to clean away your saliva and fix your lipstick.

“I should probably get dressed,” you smile down at him sweetly, licking your lips to be cruel.

“What the fuck?” he exclaims and the look in his eyes is pure murder. “You’re just going to leave me throbbing for you like this?” that sentences makes your pussy quiver with desire but you tell her to calm the fuck down.

“Why give you something for free?” you call over your shoulder and disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Take that motherfucker.

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[triplexdoublex]

Good Enough To Eat

Pairing: Colson, Rook, Slim, Baze, Modsun, Travis Barker X Reader

Warnings/Tags: Gangbang, implied consent, all holes filled, Sacrelige, mentions of a foot fetish

a/n: This was much harder to write than I anticipated -- 6 dicks, 6 tongues, 12 hands (and dont even make me do the math on fingers) is a lot to keep track of , especially when they’re all on/in one body at once. Reader is written as not really being familiar with who they all out so you’ll see then more often referred to by description or known references to help you figure out who’s who. Names are only really mentioned when another character is saying them. Also please note Justin and Sophie weren’t around when I started this fic over a year ago , so that’s why they’re not included . Enjoy!

“…Happy birthday, Dear Rookie, happy birthday to you!” Six male voices clamor in celebration, as you lay on the table before them ; your nude body a flesh platter, serving up the freshest array of strategically placed sashimi and rolled sushi.

“Damn, that looks good enough to eat!” The shaggy blonde announces; his words dripping with inuendo.

“KELLS!” The man to his left warns.

“Oh, for Fucks sake Slim you know you were thinking it too.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say it, cuz I’m polite like that.” Slim responds suppressing a laugh.

It’s not the first time you had a customer say something like that; and in your line of work, it certainly won’t be the last. This time it felt a bit different though— Usually it’s a group of middle aged business men with grey hair and overpriced suits making lewd remarks and trying to get handsy in lieu of using their chopsticks as they feasted off your body, but this time the suggestive nature of the gorgeous, young, heavily tattooed men’s words have you imagining them feasting on your body in other ways.

“Yo, Rook! Listen man I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday, you ain’t sitting at the end of the table near her feet— g’ the fuck outta my seat!”

“All yours, Kells,” Rook laughs with an eyeroll getting up to switch seats with the tall blonde, knowing his friend's affinity for a pedicured pair.

“Perfect,” he smirks, taking his new seat as he admires your toes.

********

“Aye, yo if none a y’all are gonna be brave enough to go for the last piece above her pussy—I’m calling dibs,” the blonde announces rising from seat, his lanky body towering over you before bending at the waist. He firmly plants his hands on the table; one on each side of your hips and dips his head. “It seems I’ve forgot my chopsticks,” he states, looking up at you through his pale blonde lashes. “and it’s rude to eat with your hands,” he dips his head lower, his mouth just centimeters away from where you were picturing it earlier.

Using his tongue as a scoop, he lifts a small chunk of raw Salmon into his mouth; the decorative leaf placed under it for hygienic purposes is the only barrier between his tongue and where you want it most. He barely has to chew the soft raw fish — it’s so fresh—before swallowing it down.

“Best bite yet,” he licks his lips seductively. “Say, sweet girl— you wouldn’t happen to have any dessert for us tonight, would you? He glides a finger along the seam of where your two bare thighs meet.

His crew and friends shift awkwardly in their seats, beginning to worry the self-proclaimed ‘wild boy’ is taking things too far when,suddenly they take notice of how the blondes touch has your legs spreading easier than butter on warm toast.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” he smirks before removing the three strategically placed leaves and last of your modesty.

He takes your breasts in his hands, groping them as his mouth descends a trail of open mouth kisses down your naked torso. His friends watch in awe as Kells hands and mouth travel lower, his blonde head settling between your thighs. He licks one long languid stripe up your soaked slit before pausing.

“Silly me, where are my manners?” He wipes at his mouth . “Birthday boy always gets the first piece of cake.” He motions to Rook with a smirk.

Rook stands, his pants already tented as he makes his way over to between your thighs. He plucks an elastic from his wrist and quickly secures his braids back— and fuck, he’s even more gorgeous now without the braids obstructing the view of his ever changing hazel/green eyes and sexy dimples. He wraps his arms around your legs and grips your thighs with calloused hands swiftly pulling you to the edge of the table. You let out a surprised squeak at his actions, causing him to smirk as he places a series of kisses descending down your inner thighs before pausing to marvel at your wetness. Using his middle and ring finger he gathers your arousal and brings it to his lips, sucking the sweet elixir from his fingertips. He hums to himself enjoying the way you taste before diving in fully; those same two fingers plunging into you, and his mouth engulfing your clit. It feels like heaven as he slurps and sucks at it and you can tell he’s a man with a lot of experience under his belt — typical rockstar. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the gang shows off their experience as well, swarming your naked body like ants at a picnic.

A expedition of hungry hands roam over the swell of your breasts and descend down your body to the valley between your thighs. In a state of arousal you allow them to use you as they want; touch, grab, taste and take turns with you as they please— everything a blur of euphoria.

Last you knew the birthday boy was working his magic between your thighs, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure , but now as they briefly flicker open a vision of the Virgin Mary begins to come into focus and for a moment you think perhaps you died and went to heaven—- it certainly feels that way. It’s not until your eyes fully focus you realize the image is inked upon the bald head of the man devouring you now. The absolute irony of the religious imagery being present during such an unholy act just turns you on even more— just another layer of taboo. The next thing you know it’s as if Jesus himself is hovering over you, long light brown hair dusting across your bare breasts as his cock moves insides you. Your words seem to match your thoughts and you cry out “Jesus Christ!” in a fit of pleasure as the long-haired man repeatedly slams into your G-spot.

“Someone give her something to shut her mouth up” the biblical-looking figure orders.

In an instant you felt a slippery tongue push in past your lips, the sweet taste of Shirley Temples still lingering on the green haired man’s taste buds. For a brief moment as his tongue fights against your own you find yourself wondering about his story— about how long he’s been sober. You noticed he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol all night despite it being paraded in front of him, the boys downing shot after shot. Your thoughts are interrupted by the man still inside of you.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, Mod” he jokes “Slim, show him how it’s done!”

The salty flesh of a hard cock quickly replaces the sweet tongue that occupied your mouth. Standing above you he reaches down pinching both your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, giving them a series of tugs as he forces his cock down your throat. You notice his hands are much softer and less calloused than the other hands that are roaming and fondling your body, and you figure he must play a much more delicate instrument than the others, which is ironic given he’s being anything but with you.

It’s not long before there’s so much going on and you're completely drunk off pleasure that you can no longer even keep track of who’s mouth, who’s hands, who’s fingers and who’s cock, is where. All you know is you’ve came at least three times, you’ve been folded into every position possible , and every orifice is deliciously sore and well used. But your ass might just be the sorest of all, having been the blonde ring leader's favorite most of the evening; his huge cock stretching it and filling it so well. You wonder how much more your body can take and how much longer the men can possibly last, but truth be told, this is by far the best night you’ve ever had on the job and you never want it to end .

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[hollywoodxwhore]

needy

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Requested? Yes! "can you pleas do a thigh riding colson x reader pls pls pls"

Synposis: reader wants attention, Col is busy, and they find a compromise.

I haven't posted in forever because I haven't been inspired to write and life has been honestly a fucking a mess thanks to my job. I actually had this written for Kinktober and never got around to posting it so here you go!

“Babe,” you pleaded, hating how whiny your voice sounded. Colson was working, had been for quite some time, and you were bored, lonely, and needy. It wasn’t your fault that he insisted on working in gray shorts made of sweatpant material and no shirt, a hat backwards on his head. Rings on his stupid, sexy fingers. It was rude, to be honest.

“Hm,” he replied distractedly, squinting at his laptop and adjusting his headphones. 

You leaned over and pulled the headphones off of one ear. “I’m bored,” you said.

Colson leaned over for a quick kiss, hoping that would satisfy you, but you pouted. “Babe,” he said, giving you a look. “I really need to work on this. I’m sorry.” You sulked, crossing your arms. Colson rolled his eyes. “Why are you so needy today?”

“Probably because of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to his entire body. 

Colson looked down at himself and chuckled, shaking his head. “Listen,” he said, closing his laptop. “I have to make a phone call. It’s not going to be quick.” You frowned. You were acting like a total brat, but you couldn’t help it. Watching him work had you unreasonably turned on. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. How about this?”

You scooted closer, climbing into his lap eagerly. “I’m listening,” you said.

Colson chuckled and shook his head, resting his hands on your thighs. “How about you get yourself off on my thigh?” he suggested.

“Wh-what?” you asked, studying his face. 

He shrugged. “Why not? You get what you want and I get work done,” he explained. “Then, after the call, I can fuck you.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. Colson chuckled and shifted you onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs wider. He picked up his phone, giving you a slow kiss before dialing. 

“Hey man,” he greeted. “Yeah, it’s getting close. I’m working on it.” You bit your lip and buried your face into his neck as you rolled your hips forward experimentally. You bit your lip, liking the friction of his thigh. You continued, moving a little faster, grinding yourself down a little harder. You whimpered quietly and Colson’s hand tightened sharply on your ass, a warning to stay quiet.

You clamped your mouth shut and held onto him tightly as you continued to move, the action making your breath shaky. You buried your face deeper into his shoulder to stifle any sounds threatening to come out. It felt better than you’d expected. 

“Yeah, should be done soon,” Colson continued, eyes on you as you moved. His eyes were slightly glazed and you could tell you were turning him on. He gestured for you to stand and then held the phone between his ear and shoulder, reaching out to take off your pants. He bit his lip when he noticed the way you’d already soaked through your panties, and he stroked his fingertip over the spot. Then, he pulled you back onto him.

Without the barrier of your pants, it was even better, and it was getting harder and harder to be quiet. Especially when Colson tugged down your tank top to play with your nipples. He was getting distracted, you could tell, barely responding to the person on the phone. 

“Alright man, I gotta go,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He hung up and threw his phone towards the end of the couch before placing both hands on your ass. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he groaned, helping you apply more pressure as you moved. “You like riding my thigh?”

You nodded, whimpering softly as you moved, heat rising in your stomach. “Feels so good, Col,” you moaned.

“Good girl,” Colson moaned, squeezing your ass hard. “Fuck, you gonna come like this?”

All you could do was nod as your legs began to tremble, a knot tightening in your stomach as your orgasm grew closer and closer. “Cols,” you gasped, pressing your mouth to his as you came. Colson kissed you hard, helping you ride it out, swallowing all your moans. 

When you were finished, you rested your head on his shoulder and panted. Colson shifted you back a little. “Fuck. Got my thigh all wet,” Colson remarked with a soft laugh. “That’s so hot.” 

“Sorry,” you breathed, but you weren’t. Colson just smiled and pulled you closer, snuggling you. “Sorry for distracting you.”

“Nah, don’t be,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mm, I love you too,” you said, pleased and tired as you snuggled into him. 

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[multifandomworldsposts]

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[babygreenxox]

Chances--Part ll

It was then that you knew you fucked up; the patience this man has is unbeatable. You're already approaching your third orgasm of the night. Legs shaking, twitching, and crying out in pleasure. You make eye contact with Colson who is sporting a smirk before he dives back into your glistening pussy. Adding a third finger and flicking, sucking, and nipping at your clit with extreme precision; your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You feel the build up of pleasure reach it's peak, cumming hard against his tongue as he slurps up your juices like it's a fine brewed wine.

"Such a good girl" he groans as he climbs back up your body to reach your lips, sealing them in a passionate kiss. As he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself, causing you to let out a loud moan gripping the back of his neck; holding him in place afraid of loss of contact.

You finally have to disconnect your lips to breathe. Mumbling uncontrollably "Col I need you" "please" you whimper. He groans "mmm when you ask so nicely" rubbing slow circles on your thighs as he spreads them apart again to seat himself between them. "Imma take care of you, sweetheart.

There's fire burning in his eyes when he makes eye contact with you, giving you a small sweet peck before getting up to discard of his briefs, springing his long thick cock up to his toned stomach. Eyes wide you whimper, opening and closing your mouth not sure why. This causes him to have a cock smirk as he climbs back in between your legs.

"Tell me if it becomes to much for you" he says deadly serious, looking into your eyes for confirmation, you nod.

He rubs the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing up and down gathering your juices over his cock. Whimpering as he does feeling extra sensitive from the three orgasms. He starts to push the tip in and you gasp at the burn of the stretch, he continues to add inch after inch slowly so you can get used to the feeling.

After a few moments he bottoms out and you both moan, feeling full to the brim, the most glorious feeling ever. "Fuck sweetheart you're squeezing my cock like a vice, such a good girl" he groans, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to start moving.

"Please move, I need it" you beg him. Kissing him, angling your hips upwards trying to get any movement. He smirks before he pulls almost all the way out then slamming back into you going even deeper then before. He continue to repeat this movement almost torturously slow. Wining "Colson, please just fuck me already" growing impatient. He chuckles "Anything for you sweetheart"

He starts to slam into you at an insanely fast paces. Knocking the wind out of your lungs, moaning constantly. You can't even form a thought and he seems to realize "Aww sweetheart, are you already cock drunk" smirking he increases his pace and angles his hips to reach even deeper in your pussy. Hitting you g-spot he immediately notices and whispers "found it". At this point you're so far gone into the abyss, grabbing onto his shoulders and scratching him.

Just needing to ground yourself. His pace doesn't falter once, his thrusts start to get sloppier. Your pussy is gripping onto his cock sucking him back into you. You feel his cock twitch, knowing he's close. "Cum with me, please" you gasp, "Where?" he groans.

Whimper you say one word "inside" he groans, "protected?" you nod quickly not being able to hold out much longer. You come at the sound of his voice saying a deep raspy "Now". Not able to deny his order you let go and start to see stars as his cum fills you to the brim. Leaking out of you he fucks his seed further into you before he pulls out.

He uses his finger to shove it back in. He climbs up your body giving you a deep kiss before climbing off you. Walking to his bathroom and coming back with a warm wet wash cloth to clean you up. He gently cleans your mixed juices off of your body gi4ving soft kisses against your stomach, hips, and thighs.

Suddenly he disappears and returns with a glass of water and one of his t- shirts. "Come on sweetheart you gotta pee and put this on". He walks toward you when you don't move. Sighing he bends down and picks you up and you cling to him as he walks in the direction of his bathroom.

He places you over the toilet chuckling when you wince as you pee. "Thought you said you could handle it" continuing to smirk, you glare at him. He ignores it and just slides on his t- shirt over your head and you pull your arms through the sleaves. Immediately engulfed with his scent causing you to sigh in contentment. He picks you back up and brings you back to his bed.

Sliding in beside you, he covers both of your bodies with his comforter and then pulls on your waist until you're laying your head on his chest with your leg wrapped around his torso. He kisses your forehead lightly, feeling so content your eyes start to droop before completely closing and passing out.

The light that is streaming through the window almost blinding you, you groan and snuggle farther into the warmth. The arms around you tighten and pull you closer. "5 more minutes" a groggy voice underneath you. "Colson I have to pee" groan he releases his grip and lets your jump up and run to the bathroom.

"There's brand new toothbrushes underneath the sink" scaring the living shit out of you. He chuckles from the door way. You shake your head smiling as you grab a toothbrush and brush your teeth.

As you finish, you feel Colson's long arms pull your back flush against his chest, proceeding to tighten them around your waist as he places a kiss on the side of you neck. You melt into his touch instantly, content. You turn your head a capture his lips in a searing hot kiss. "Good morning" smiling he responds right away "Morning sweetheart".

Whispering against your lips "Will you stay the day with me?" Nodding you kiss him again. He deepens the kiss as his hold on you becomes tighter. Giggling you hold the base of his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. Feeling his heart beat pick up before yours spring up.

At the action of him picking you up over his shoulder and running downstairs. You smack his small ass and yell for him to be careful. The whole time he's laughing and tilting you purposely trying and succeeding in scaring you.

You decide to jus hold on tight and close your eye's until he has brought you to your destination. After a couple of moments your bodies still, movement stopped.

You open your eyes to see that you guys are now in a nice huge kitchen and Colson is putting your feet back on the ground. "Land! Solid land" you basically hug the floor thankful that ride was over.

He playfully rolls his eyes "You know it wasn't that bad" chuckling he reaches over to you and grabs your arm to tug you back into his arms, as they tighten are your waist he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. Before pecking all over your face until you're laughing and smiling up a storm.

You hug him closer to your form as you blush majorly not wanting him to see it. Even after last night you still can't help but feel all giddy inside with butterflies and fireworks exploding when your lips meet one another. He lays one last peck on the corner of your lips before making his way to his fridge.

He searches through the contents of the fridge before pulling out bacon and eggs before also pulling out yogurt, milk; then opening the cabinet that hold ton of different cereals and types of oatmeal.

"Not sure what you would usually eat so I wanted to give you a few options" he smiles sheepishly, while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggle finding this the absolutely adorable before speaking up.

"I'll take bacon, I'll make some oatmeal and have yogurt so, you can cook the bacon and I'll figure out what I want" noticing about 101 options to choose from.

He chuckles "Anything for you sweetheart" before breaking out in a huge grin.

You and Colson spent the day sitting around doing nothing but watching movies and smoking some weed. Well actually a lot of weed and comedy movies.

Your chest hurt from the constant laughing and cheeks are aching from the never ending smile that seems to never disappear. The entire day, gone. You change into the long t-shirt from genre:sadboy that Colson gave you. It's literally a dress on you since it's one of his. He doesn't know yet that you plan to keep the shirt, loving the way the material feels against your thighs. You walk into his room, catching his eyes. His eyes move as you continue to get closer to his bed where he sits.

His arms reach out to grab your waist, pulling your frame to his. "Fuck, sweetheart is it me or do my clothes look incredible on you."

He bites his lips and you're a goner. You pull him by his neck, connecting your lips. Moaning at the contact, his tongue slips into your mouth and you climb on his lap. The bulge in his pants already present. He bucks his hips into yours push your body into his as well.

You pull away and look into his eyes. "Look Colson, I want you to fuck me now" You grab his cock with urgency to express how bad you want him. He groans, "Fuck, okay I'll give you exactly what you want."

He throws you down on the bed so he can hover over you, his shorts already gone and he immediately slams into your cunt. You moan his name loud. He can't help but loose it and rut into your cunt hard and fast; your moans encouraging him to slam into your cunt at an impossible rate. Suddenly, you reach your peak, soaking his cock.

"That's right sweetheart" he starts to sloppily slam into you and creams in your cunt, fucking his cum into you further.

"Mine" He says with conviction, you immediately respond yours.

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[kellsgirl6]

doctor’s orders

pairing: mgk x fem reader

word count: 974 words

summary: anon req, reader riding Colson because he has an injury and she has to take care of him.

warnings/tags: general filth and smut

You didn’t plan to spend your day taking care of Kells, but that’s what ended up happening. The night before he’d done a tricky stunt at his last show and it hadn’t gone to plan. Now he was laid up in bed with instructions not to strain himself so his arm could heal; doctor’s orders. 

You did everything you could to make sure he was fed, taken care of, entertained. You’d ordered in pizza, watched a movie, scrolled through tiktok while laid up together, and eventually boredom had set in. Boredom that led to kissing of course.

But another problem was that kissing always lead to other things. With you on top of him leaned back on a pile of pillows, your hand wandered down to his chest. Your leg slung over his hip and body, it wasn’t long until you felt him hard. 

“You’re hard,” you said, unable to help yourself palm his erection through his pants. 

“Yeah, no shit,” he snarked back.

He was supposed to lay there and not move, not do any strennous activity. But of course Colson was Colson, and didn’t like that at all. 

“You’re not supposed get worked up,” you said, removing your hand from his crotch and focusing on his lips only. Just one more kiss. 

“Well you can’t just leave me like this,” he said, laying on a guilt trip thick. 

“Sorry baby, it’s doctor’s orders,” you said, pulling back and sitting up a little to look into his eyes. “I want you to get better. You wanna get better, don’t you?” 

“I want you to make me feel better,” he quipped back just as fast and you rolled your eyes. You should’ve seen that one coming. 

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself again.” 

“Well then how about you do all the work?” Colson suggested. Somehow, that hadn’t occurred to you. 

“You know what... I...I like that idea,” you said. You were sitting up to get on top and straddle his hardon before he could even finish saying that. Your crotch rubbed up against where he was rock hard, and your panties were already blooming a wet spot. You were always so eager for him it was hard to resist. 

Clothes flew off within moments, you helped him undress and then took off your sweats and crop top, and before you knew it, you were grinding on him while the both of you were naked. You teased and played with him a bit, but neither of you was here for the foreplay. You had worked it all up during the movie. 

Gripping his rock hard cock, you lined it up with your core and finally slid down on it with a moan. “Oh, fuck...” you gasped. That felt so good. Anchoring yourself to Colson by putting your hands on his hips, on either side of his triple X tattoos, you began riding him. 

“Shit...that’s good..." Colson groaned, closing his eyes. You rocked at a slow pace, working up to a faster one. You wanted this to last, but at the same time you were getting more and more impatient. He reached up to squeeze your breast with his good, uninjured hand, and you pushed that away too, pinning it back to the bead. 

“No. Doctor said you couldn’t,” you teased, smirking. You could do this more often. It felt good taking charge, feeling him at your mercy, under you. 

“You fucking tease,” he said, before moaning again, his eyes lowered and his lips pouting. 

You rode him harder, felt yourself get wetter every second as the room filled with the sounds of the two of you fucking. Even with you riding him, doing all of the work, you both worked up a sweat. 

“You know Y/N, I could get used to this,” he teased, eyes twinkling and lips smirking. 

“Shut up,” you bit back a moan issuing from your lips as he hit a spot inside you that felt so good. “This is a one time special. Don’t get used to it. Ohhh...” Fuck that hit a spot. You were going to cum any minute now, grinding on Colson as you were. 

“Nah. We’ll do this again tomorrow.” 

“Oh yeah? Ordering me around now, Baker?” you bit back another moan. 

“Fuck babe, that’s it...” he had a lazy smile on his face. Of course he was loving this. Lay back, do nothing and watch as his girl milked him to completion? Of course he loved it. 

You rolled your hips faster and faster, and before you knew it, you were reaching the point of no return. “Fuck, Colson, I...” You threw your head back, moaning loud while you saw starbursts of light in your eyes and your pussy twitched, your walls tightening around his cock in waves. Fuck.... this felt so good. You felt so good. Your brain went blank. 

While you were still coming down around him, anchoring yourself with your hands out on his chest, both of you covered in sweat, you felt him cumming too. Groaning loud and emptying himself in you, hot rope after rope of cum. You moaned again. 

“Baby...” you sighed, dropping on top of Colson. You were both caked in sweat, sticky and feeling so good. You caught your breath on top of him, feeling his chest rise and fall with you on top of him. His good arm went around you, gliding down your back. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Colson gasped out finally when he came back to his senses. “You did good.” 

“Oh yeah? Five star review?” you joked. 

“Ten stars,” he said as he kissed the top of your head. “Can you do that again tomorrow?”

“Depends...” you teased. “Will you ask nicely?” 

“Maybe,” he said, still cracking his cocky smile. 

“Then maybe.” You were kidding though. Of course you were down to repeat this tomorrow. 

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