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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (part seventeen)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, ass eating, crying, double penetration, threesome

We're almost done y'all. Thanks to everyone who's read all sixteen previous parts and keeps coming back for more for some reason. I'm wayyyy too wordy and love writing a slow burn apparently.

At first, Colson’s not responsive to the kiss, but after a few moments, I feel his big hand on my hip. Then, his lips part against mine and I know I’ve got him. He makes me feel so safe, and so does Pete. I kiss Colson harder when I feel the sting of tears behind my lids. As soon as I break our kiss, I back up, allowing Pete to lean in and kiss Colson, too.

It’s then that I realize I’m shaking. I feel so vulnerable all of a sudden. I can’t help but wonder if this is too good to be true. If one morning, they’re going to wake up and decide they don’t want me.

“Baby.” Pete’s voice breaks me out of my spiral and I look at him with watery eyes. “Come here.” He reaches out and Colson scoots over so I can squeeze between them. I wrap my arms around Pete’s waist and Colson presses against me from behind, spooning me. Pete tips my chin up and kisses me until I’m whimpering, and as soon as I make a noise, I feel Colson’s erection pressing into my ass.

He groans, burying his face in my neck and grinds forward. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Baby…” I turn my head to look at him. He takes the opportunity to kiss me, and then Pete’s hand is snaking up under my shirt. Colson and I break the kiss long enough for Pete to remove my shirt.

Colson’s lips are immediately back on mine, like he can’t possibly get enough. I grab his hand and lace our fingers together, and it’s then that I can feel him shaking. I squeeze his hand harder, trying to communicate safety to him. I roll over, closer to him. I can’t get enough of either of them, and all we’ve done is kiss.

“Cols,” I murmur into his mouth. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Please?”

Colson sighs softly as I push him gently onto his back. I straddle his hips and slide down his body, pushing up his shirt. Pete helps to remove the shirt, then rests back against the pillows to watch us. I tug Colson’s sweats from his long legs, and as I toss them to the ground, I hear Colson moan. I look up and see that Pete’s got his hand on Colson’s clothed dick.

My heart beats faster as I watch them, content to sit back and enjoy. I love watching them touch each other. It never gets old. “Pete,” I say. “Want you to help me make him feel good. Okay?”

Pete’s eyes darken almost mischievously and he nods. Colson looks a little apprehensive but he tries to relax. I take the opportunity to pull his boxers off and toss them to the ground. Colson’s cock is leaking already, so hard it looks painful, and I can tell he wants this, even if he’s a little scared of being vulnerable.

“Get on his side,” Pete says. I lift my brow in confusion but do as I’m told, getting on one side of Colson’s body. Pete gets between Colson’s legs and strokes his hands over his thighs. “Hey,” he murmurs. Colson’s eyes lock onto Pete’s. “Do you trust me?”

Colson nods.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Pete says softly, and him calling Colson baby does something to me.

“Yes,” Colson murmurs. He looks intrigued. Pete settles onto his stomach and pulls Colson’s thighs over his shoulders. Colson’s dick twitches as he prepares for Pete to take it into his mouth, but that’s not what Pete is going for. Mine and Colson’s eyes widen at the same time, and I realize now why Pete needed me out of his way. I know all at once that Colson’s going to freak out, so before he can, I bend and take his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Colson chokes out, hips jerking a little as I slide my lips down his shaft. As I reach his tip again, I feel Colson’s legs get pushed back a little farther, and then Colson whimpers. He actually whimpers. I open my eyes and that’s when I see it: Pete’s face buried in Colson’s tiny ass. I pull off Colson for a second. An almost hysterical laugh bubbles up because holy shit, Pete is eating Colson’s ass, but I hold it in.

“Oh my fucking god,” Colson whines, and my head whips around so I can watch him. Both of his hands are gripped tightly in his hair and his eyes are open as he stares down at Pete. I turn to watch Pete too, and fuck, why is this so hot?

I’m still stunned, unable to look away, but then Colson says my name, tone laced in desperation. I look up at him, noticing how red his cheeks are, his mouth wet and wide open as he pants. “P-please, baby…”

“Oh,” I say when I realize, and then I position his cock at my lips and take him in again.

“Pete - oh, fuck - don’t stop-” Colson practically wails. I’ve never heard Colson go this crazy before, but it’s exactly what I wanted - for us both to please him, to completely take care of him. His noises only encourage me more, and I take him deep again, hollowing out my cheeks to bring him closer.

It doesn’t take very long to get him there. “Ohmygod, fuckfuckfuck,” Colson babbles, sounding nothing like the composed Colson I know. His hips gyrate forward as he comes, so hard that it almost makes me cough. He rides it out and as I pull off him, I expect Pete to do the same, but he doesn’t. He grips Colson’s thighs and keeps licking, even as Colson twitches in sensitivity. “Pete - please,” he gasps. “Holy shit-”

Finally Pete pulls back, panting, and rests his head against Colson’s thigh. I’m panting, too, looking back and forth between the two boys in a way that must look comical, but they’re both too blissed out to even notice I’m here right now. Not that I mind. That was hot.

Finally, Pete rolls off the bed and into the bathroom where I can hear the sink turn on. I look over at Colson to gauge his reaction, half worried that he’s going to freak out, but instead, he huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Holy shit,” he says. Finally, he rolls his head over to look at me.

I grin at him. He looks adorable in the afterglow, cheeks pink and hair messy. As he bites his lip, he morphs from adorable to sexy and I’m reminded that he’s the only one of us who’s gotten off. I move closer to him, snuggling into his side. “Have you done that before?” I ask.

“No,” Colson says. “I mean, a finger in the ass is great. But that…never. I never thought I’d like it.”

“Seems like you more than liked it,” I remark and Colson chuckles.

“Yeah. Seems that way,” he says as Pete exits the bathroom. He smirks at Colson and Colson laughs, shaking his head. “Fuck off, man.”

“I just ate your ass,” Pete says proudly.

Colson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, thanks, wasn’t aware,” he says flatly. Pete’s grin widens as he climbs into bed beside me. We’re quiet for a few more minutes and then Colson turns his face toward mine. “So,” he says. “About this lovemaking.”

It’s my turn to look bashful. I’m not sure why it’s so embarrassing to be vulnerable, why we can spread our legs and open up our bodies with ease but baring our souls is so much harder.

“Come here, baby,” Colson murmurs, shifting so he hovers over me. His thumb grazes my cheek as he looks down at me with such tenderness that my legs feel weak. I lose my breath for a moment as I look up at this man I love. This man who loves me back. How is it even possible? Slowly, he leans down to kiss me, soft and gentle at first. I can’t help the little sigh that leaves me.

When Colson breaks away to kiss down my chest, Pete takes his place, kissing me with equal softness and love. My hand goes to his face and I hold him close, aware of the way Colson’s lips brush gently over my skin. I arch my back when I feel his fingers working at the clasp of my bra, and I let the garment slide down my arms.

Pete keeps kissing me as Colson slowly strips me, his lips covering everywhere that clothes once did. I let my legs fall open naturally as I feel Colson settle between them, gently lifting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. I hear him moan softly as his hand rests on my stomach, thumb finding my clit. I shift and whimper softly, tugging gently at Pete’s hair. Pete breaks the kiss in favor of kissing my chest instead, gently sucking at the sensitive skin of my breasts.

When Colson’s warm tongue finds me, I can’t help the breathless moan that leaves me. I spread my legs even more, reaching down to bury my hand in his hair. Colson’s hand finds mine and removes it from his hair in favor of lacing our fingers together. I squeeze his hand hard, my other hand finding Pete’s hair as his lips brush over my nipple.

I moan again when Colson slides a long finger inside me. My hips shift in reaction to the pleasure, and soon, he adds a second finger. I can feel myself getting impossibly wetter. Pete comes up to kiss me again as Colson’s fingers pick up speed. I squirm and moan until Colson pulls his hand back. I break the kiss with Pete, frowning down at Colson.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer easily.

“Can we try something new?” He asks, drawing his finger down beneath my pussy. My eyes widen when I realize what he means and I swallow hard, but I nod. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I’m sure.”

“I want both of us to be able to make love to you at the same time,” he says, eyes locked on mine as his finger circles gently around a place no one has ever touched. I swallow hard and nod quickly, not sure if I want to distract myself with Pete or if I want to watch. But when Pete’s hand takes over where Colson had been moments ago, two fingers curving deep inside of me, the decision is made for me. My eyes lock on the place where their hands almost touch.

I suck in a breath as Colson eases a finger inside me. The sensations duel, the pleasure of Pete’s fingers and the slight discomfort of Colson’s. I try my best to relax, and very soon, I turn pliant in their hands. It feels good, better than good. My eyes nearly cross from the pleasure once Colson adds another finger. They’re working me up together, taking their time. I hiss softly when Colson adds a third finger. It’s a tight fit at first, and the thought of Colson’s entire nine inches in the same place where just his fingers are a stretch….

“Relax, love,” Colson says, looking up at me. I swallow hard and breathe, relaxing my muscles, which allows Colson’s fingers to move more easily. “Good girl,” he purrs, biting his lip.

Pete hums in pleasure and looks up at me as he keeps working his fingers. “Are you getting close?” He asks. I nod, breathless, legs starting to quake. Pete smirks and slowly removes his fingers. I whimper and frown at him, but he shushes me. “Trust me, it’ll be better this way.”

“How are we doing this, Petey?” Colson asks.

Pete considers, then lays on his back. “You’re gonna ride me, okay baby?” He asks me and I nod, straddling him.

I look back at Colson, who nods. “Go ahead.” I turn back towards Pete, who somehow ended up naked. He holds his cock and I slowly sink down, thighs burning in a delicious way. Pete may not be as giant as Colson, but he’s still big, and I wince a little once he’s in all the way, despite how turned on I am.

“You okay?” Pete murmurs, and I nod. “Come here.” He pulls me down onto his chest as I adjust to him, and he slowly starts to move his hips. I moan, eyes squeezing shut. I had been close before he stopped fingering me, and I remember that fact now.

I hear the sound of a cap closing and then Colson’s hand finds my waist. “Need you to breathe, baby, okay?” He murmurs, kissing my shoulder. I take a slow breath in response. “Good.” I gasp softly when I feel his cock pressing against me, slick with lube. The head slides in easier than I thought, and I whimper, reaching back to grip his hip, stepping him from going any further. “It’s okay,” he says. “Take your time.”

Pete’s hips continue to move slowly, and the pleasure is distracting enough that my body relaxes a bit more, allowing Colson to inch forward a bit more. He takes his time, slowly and gently entering me, but before I know it, I’m completely full of both of them. It’s hard to breathe.

“Holy shit,” I say brokenly.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Colson murmurs.

“You’re amazing, baby,” Pete says, and suddenly, without any warning, I burst into tears.

Both boys go rigid and lock eyes with one another, concern etched into their faces. “Baby?” Colson asks softly. When I don’t respond, he bends over and kisses my spine gently.

I’m not sure why I’m crying. It feels like a total emotional release, something completely out of my control. “Don’t stop,” I choke out.

“Are you sure? We-”

“Please!” I say desperately.

With that, I settle onto Pete’s chest and both boys get the idea, Pete lifting his hips into mine and Colson thrusting forward at the same time. We all moan simultaneously, and when their moans taper off, I’m gasping, eyes wide open and then squeezing shut.

“Feel good?” Colson grunts, and I can tell he’s struggling to hold himself back from fucking me hard.

“Y-y-yeah,” I manage, shocked at just how stuttered my words are. I’m not sure I’ve ever shaken so hard in my life.

“I know it’s a lot,” Pete murmurs, stroking my cheek. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

So I do.

For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe and totally loved. I trust both of these men with my life, and right now, my pleasure. I give into it completely, not worrying about how I look or sound or move. I just let myself sink into the pleasure, which is all-encompassing. I let the tears fall.

As soon as I let myself go, the pleasure intensifies even more. I don’t stop the moans spilling from my lips, nor do I stop the way my mouth drops open, face contorting at the sensations, the way tears continue to stream down my cheeks.. I might look ugly, but I truly couldn’t care less. The only thing I can focus on is the fact that I’m about to come already, and hard.

“Col- Pete- ah, fuck,” I gasp, burying my face in Pete’s neck as my lower half ignites in electricity. The strength of my orgasm is so strong that my legs tingle and my vision whites out for a second. The wetness between me and Pete increases tenfold, and I hear Colson’s husky, pleased laugh when he realizes they’ve made me squirt.

“Ohhhh,” I moan helplessly, clinging hard to Pete, our bodies sticky with sweat. I’m sensitive, but I’m not done. Not until they are.

Colson braces a hand on my hips and moves a little faster now that my body has softened for them. “Baby, you’re so - ah, fucking- ” He can barely manage to speak through his own pleasure. I can tell he’s close and I reach back to grab his ass, holding him inside me. I want to feel them, both of them, filling me, all of me.

I look down at Pete whose eyes are closed, pillowy lips open in pleasure. I feel myself clench around him and then his hips jerk as he comes. Seconds later, Colson curses loudly and ruts his hips against my ass as he comes, too. Once they’re both finished, we all pant, hot and sweaty and wet. I grimace slightly at the sensation of all that wet warmth.

Pete eases me off his cock to lie on top of him instead and Colson gently strokes my hip. “Breathe, baby,” he tells me as he gently pulls his hips backward. I whine as he falls out of me, and my legs tremble. I’m not sure I can walk to the bathroom to clean up.

Colson goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. Pete and I lie there together, his hand moving lazily up and down my back. “I love you,” he whispers.

I look up at him, exhausted but happy, “I love you, too.” His eyes light up and he kisses me softly. When we pull away, he lightly brushes tears from my cheeks. “You okay?” he whispers, and I nod.

“Emotional release,” I say and he nods. That’s when we spot Colson leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom, a soft smile on his face.

“Shower time,” he says.

The three of us are all over each other in the shower, albeit not sexually. Both boys take turns washing me, and then each other. I watch Colson’s mouth fall open as Pete massages shampoo into his blonde locks. Colson returns the favor and Pete hums in pleasure. We hold each other under the warm water for a long time.

Exhausted, we all pile out of the shower together, drying off haphazardly. Pete makes it to the bedroom first where he peels back the blankets so our naked bodies can slide between the sheets, me in the middle. For some reason, I feel like Colson needs to be little spoon, so I wrap around him and Pete snuggles up behind me. My eyes droop immediately. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m pressed between the two of them.

“Hey.” Colson’s voice is soft, sleepy. “I love you both. So much.”

“Love you, too,” Pete and I say in unison, and he presses a kiss to my back. I smile and kiss Colson’s back next, as if passing it on. Within seconds, I’m deeply asleep, as are the two boys next to me.

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (epilogue)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings/Content: Major fluff, kids/pregnancy, Pete & Kells being cute dads

Really short. I just couldn't help myself.

And wanted is COMPLETE!

Ten Years Later

“Can you hurry up? We’re starving,” I say teasingly as I sidle up to Colson. He’s standing over our grill, flipping burgers, but his free arm surrounds my shoulders. He sets the spatula aside and turns to face me.

“We, huh?” He asks, hand going to my swollen belly.

“I’ve told you,” I say, looking up at him. He looks so handsome in his sunglasses, his face tan. “You and Pete make giant babies. Those fuckers make me hungry.”

Colson laughs and bends to kiss me, giving my belly a little rub. “Sorry,” he says with a smile, but I know he isn’t. I’ve never seen the boys prouder than they are of their children, running around and not yet born alike.

I glance out at the yard where Pete has our son James in a swing, making him laugh hard, a laugh that’s identical to Colson’s, just in a higher pitch. He looks like Colson, too, blue eyes and a cheesy smile. Stick skinny.

But Scott, James’s little brother, is just as skinny. They take after their dads. Scott is my bookworm, sitting at the table with his bony knees pulled against his chest, a book propped on top of said knees. He starts first grade in the fall and is already reading at a third grade level. I let go of Colson long enough to drop a kiss on Scott’s head, his hair brown just like Pete’s.

Each time I’ve gotten pregnant, we haven’t bothered to do a paternity test. It doesn’t matter. Colson and Pete are both the father to our children. But as the boys grew from babies to toddlers, it was pretty obvious who came from who. Not that it matters. Colson and Pete love our boys the same, a fierce, protective love that takes my breath away.

I waddle to a chair and take a seat, running my hand over my belly. I can’t wait to see what they’ll be like with a daughter. The protectiveness is only going to get worse, even though I warned them that if they’re those misogynistic dads that won’t let their daughter date, I’ll leave their asses fast. They both assured me they’ll behave, but we’ll see what happens sixteen years from now.

“Mommy!” James is breathless as he bounds onto the deck, and I lift my three year old into my lap.

“Hi honey,” I say, brushing back his sweaty blonde hair.

“I’m hungry,” he says, leaning his head on my chest.

“Tell your daddy that,” I say, and just like that, James is off my lap and has an arm wrapped around Colson’s leg.

Pete chuckles and sits beside me, his hand going to my belly. They can never keep their hands off my belly, either of them, but I don’t mind. It’s just a reminder of how lucky I am to have two dads to help me care for the kids.

“Scotty,” I say. He peeks up above his book. “Time to eat. Put the book away for now, sweetheart.”

Scott pouts but does as he’s told, his little hand slipping an alien bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the table. Colson comes over with James on his shoulders and a platter of burgers.

“Dinner is served,” he says, setting it down. And then, it’s the chaos of making plates for two young boys, then plates for a hungry mom and two very tall dads with big appetites. It’s a good thing Colson grilled a lot of burgers.

The back gate swings open and both boys gasp, wriggling out of their chairs to sprint across the yard, unison squeals of “Aunt Casey!” blurted out as they run to Pete’s sister. She scoops up James and hugs Scott with her other hand. Pete’s mom is close behind with some sort of dessert, and Scott rushes to her. She bends down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

She comes over and kisses my cheek first, then loves on her son and son-in-law. We consider ourselves spouses even though we aren’t married. Colson fixes Casey and her mom a plate, and as they sit down, the gate opens again, and Casey and Grandma become old news as Nana, my mom, enters the backyard. More shrieks erupt as the boys bombard my mom, this time Scotty making it first to be scooped into her arms. She greets us all lovingly and sits down, Scott in her lap. James runs to Pete’s mom and climbs up into her lap, and then we all start eating.

Colson’s dad passed away five years ago. I know it’s hard for him not to have his dad around, but my mom and Pete’s mom have both taken him under their wings. He’s gained two moms in the process of falling for me and Pete.

As we sit around, enjoying Colson’s grilling and each other’s company, I think back to that day on the couch where I was panicking about what everyone would think. I chuckle to myself when I look at us now, happier than I could’ve ever dreamed.

“What’s funny?” Colson asks, leaning in to kiss me.

“Nothing,” I say, rubbing my hand over my belly.

“You doing okay? Need anything?” Pete asks me.

I lean back in my chair and look around, at my babies sitting with their grandmas, spitting images of their fathers; at my two partners, tan and smiling and so happy; at the big belly that carries our daughter, not yet named.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, wondering how life could ever be better than this. “Nope,” I say. “Everything is perfect.”

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